Chairman of the Board

by

Zoneefem

 

After his dad died, Jon Johnson became the "man" of the house. Well, not exactly. After mom had observed him dressed "en femme", she told him that his dad had been a crossdresser, and if he was going to dress, he should learn how to do it properly. She enlisted the help of his Aunt Ellen, who promptly set up a Saturday early morning beauty salon session for a complete makeover. When Saturday came, on the way out the door, Jon stopped to check his email but didn't take time to read the messages, including the one which referred to "direct deposit to your account" from his local bank. Apparently this was another nuisance email from an online business his dad had started just before his passing.

When Jon and Aunt Ellen arrived at "Beautycrew", they were welcomed by a very nice older lady named Sheila. The salon was not due to open for business until 10am, so other than the employees, nobody else was there. "Very nice," Sheila observed after looking Jon over from top to bottom. "The hair has grown to almost collar length and appears to have a bit of natural curl in it. We won't perm today, but perhaps later if he wants to try that. For now, lets get him shampooed and underway."

Immediately one of the cute looking young assistants came over to Jon and took his hand. "Come with me, we'll have you done in no time." With that, she led Jon into a side room which contained a shampoo bowl. "Are we doing any color?" she asked Sheila.

"Let's hold off on that for now. I think he has enough sparkle in his natural young hair to do what we want. For now, just shampoo and condition him," Sheila stated.

Soon Jon was lying on his back with his head over a shampoo bowl. This was so relaxing, and then the water was turned on and the warm spray almost lulled him off to sleep. After two shampoo's and a deep conditioning treatment, Jon was ushered back into the main salon area and over to a corner station where a hair stylist immediately seated him and began running her hands through Jon's now damp hair. Oh, that felt so good-in fact, Jon began to realize that he was developing a small but stiffening problem. Sheila smiled to herself and motioned for one of the young female assistants.

"Jon, honey, why don't you go with Suzie here for a moment to help you with your problem. She will bring you right back." He wasn't sure exactly what they had in mind, since he was only 14, but he went with Suzie to a small side room.

"Jon, drop your pants and let's take care of that thing," Suzie ordered. This was such a turn on and the small penis got even harder. Suzie grabbed hold of the moderately hard member and shook it with a couple of up and down motions. This was too much for Jon and he came all over the tissue Suzie supplied. As soon as the last ooze of his now soft penis was milked out, she helped him put on a garment that had a sleeve for his member and after stuffing it inside, it was then folded back and attached to the inside of the panty. When they returned to the stylist's station, it was obvious that Jon no longer had a problem.

Soon the stylist applied some jell to his hair and began wrapping it around some multi-colored rollers which were various sizes. After the entire head was covered, he was taken over to a now warm hair dryer. The hood was adjusted and soon the rush of warm air seemed to be like a lullaby, and almost at once, Jon dozed into a wonderful dream. He was still sleepy from staying up the night before, so he didn't notice that his hands were soon immersed in a warm lotion and that someone had started removing his shoes.

Sheila and Aunt Ellen had gone into the executive office and were soon locked in a warm hug. "This is as much as we could have hoped for," Ellen told Sheila. "I think he will take over this business just like his dad."

"Does he know about what the situation is with his mom?" Sheila asked. "Does he have any idea?"

"As far as I can tell, he doesn't suspect a thing," Ellen told her. "He thinks she is actually his real mom. But he does have the taste for dressing as a female, and after watching him here today, he's gonna do just fine." The hug now turned into a much more intimate embrace. Tongues were exchanged and arms held each other tightly. Soon there was a soft knock on the office door.

"Come in," Sheila called. The door opened and Jon's mother entered. Sheila and Ellen held their position as they savored the pleasure of each other's company.

"Well, what happens now?" Jon's mom asked. "Do you think he has bought the idea that his dad is dead? Will he move forward to take over the business?"

"He is going to be just fine," Sheila observed. "Ellen and I agree that this comes naturally to him. When we start the hormones later this morning, he will gladly comply." Mom nodded and turned and left the room. Her job of raising Jon was now almost done. It was really difficult for her to accept the fact that Jon would be guided by someone else through the next few years as he was groomed to become a female. But, because she had never done anything of economic value other than raising children, she knew that there was no way she could prevent them from taking control of Jon's young life. If she tried to interfere as she had seen another woman once do, she knew that this group of powerful and politically connected women would smash her flat. Jon belonged to them, and nothing she could do would stop the process now in motion. Jon's willingness to embrace his feminine side was apparent to everyone now, and after today, if she caused any problems, she would be lucky to stay alive. Anyway, the "Combine" had huge financial resources and she only received a small monthly stipend to allow her to eke out a bare bones living. Maybe if they were pleased with how well she had done with Jon, they would give her another assignment. It was just so darned hard to turn them loose, and especially Jon. Oh, well!

Jon awoke with a start when the dryer hood was raised and the warm air stopped swirling around his head. He felt really happy that he was so well accepted by Sheila and her crew of stylists and aestheticians. Jon was taken back over to the stylist's chair and the hair rollers were removed. His hair had enough natural curl to spring into lovely coils. Ohh, that excited him so. The stylist began by using a brush to remove the roller marks, then using ample amounts of teasing and hairspray, proceeded to shape Jon's hair into a simple but lovely mass of curls and waves. When she finished her task, she picked up a different can of spray and put what seemed to be a half can into Jon's beautiful curls. "That will last for several days if you take care of it," she told him. "Sheila says that you will be back Wednesday for another shampoo and set. If your hair doesn't stay like it should, we will perm it next Saturday."

Next Jon was taken to another area of the salon where an aesthetician took over and began to apply just the right amount of makeup(which wasn't much for a fourteen year old). "As you get a bit older, we will add more things, but for now, a bit of eye shadow, some mascara, and a little lipstick should suffice." Luckily Jon's member was still in place in the gaffe, or the small amount of semen would have messed up his pretty panties.

The salon had just opened for the public and several women began to come in for their standing appointments. Jon had been having such a good time that he hadn't noticed that Mrs. Framkin(his nosey next door neighbor) had come in and sat in the chair next to Jon. When he saw her, he almost freaked out. He wanted to crawl under the styling chair, but she ignored him completely and began talking to her regular stylist.

"You just gotta wonder what that Johnson lady is up to," she mused. "One day her husband dies and the next day they get a truck load of new computer stuff. Then a few days later, the repairman told me when he was leaving that they had a T-1 internet connection hooked up. Do you have any idea what that cost? A bundle. Usually only very profitable businesses can afford one. I am still using my old dialup. It just isn't right for that woman to spend whatever they must have received from his life insurance on junk that they don't need. It is …", and on and on she ranted. The stylist gave Jon a wink of her eye and smiled at Jon as if to say, "Oh well….". When Jon saw that Mrs. Framkin didn't know who he was, he relaxed and winked back.

When he was finished with his makeover, Jon couldn't believe how wonderful he felt and looked. It was so marvelous. Only a couple of days ago, he was secretly sneaking into mom's panty drawer and now…wow!

Aunt Ellen emerged from the office area and came over to Jon. Mrs. Framkin recognized her and told her how sorry she was about Jon's dad. Ellen smiled politely and thanked her. She would relay the message to Jon's mom. "By the way, I want you to meet my niece, Joan who is here for her first makeover. Isn't she lovely? She will be visiting with Jon for the summer."

Mrs. Framkin almost swallowed her false teeth when she realized that Joan had heard her rambling indictment of Jon's mom. She would keep a very great distance until this blew over. No need to start a feud. Anyway, Jon and his mom couldn't do anything anyway. They would be lucky if they can keep the house payments going. They were absolutely broke. Mrs. Framkin then allowed a subtle smirk to appear on her face as she fawned her admiration for Ellen's niece. "Such a beautiful young girl, I know she'll do well."

Jon and Ellen went back around and thanked the various staff members for their lovely work. Jon took off the smock they had given him to wear when he arrived, and was handed a beautiful A-line dress to put on which hugged every curve of his amorphous young body. No bra would be necessary since many 14 year old girls didn't wear one anyway.

When they got to the car, Aunt Ellen told Jon that they had one more stop to make before going home. Since Jon had been a bit depressed by his father's death, she had talked to a doctor friend who recommended he have a series of shots to help him through the tough days ahead. "No need to say you don't require them," she told him, the doctor knows her business.

The doctor was waiting for them and ushered them right into her inner exam room. "Jon, your aunt tells me that your dad recently died. I want to examine you and if necessary will administer a series of shots to help you keep your sense of well being. Also, after the shots, you will be taking a daily group of vitamins to keep your health intact. She turned to her console and returned with a tray with several syringes already full of medicine. Jon was uncomfortable as she injected several doses of medicine, and then handed Aunt Ellen several bottles of pills. "I want you back on a weekly basis until we are certain you are doing okay. Call me if you have any problems."

Jon accompanied his aunt to the car and when they got to his house, Ellen gave him a big hug. "You and I are going to get to know each other much better over the next few years. I am sorry about your dad, but I will try to be available to help you as you grow up. Now, let's show your mom the new you."

As Jon and Aunt Ellen walked up the driveway, a courier service employee was leaving Jon's house. Hmm, Jon wondered what was being delivered now.

"Sis, come see your new Joan," Ellen exclaimed. Mom came into the foyer and looked very pleased.

"This is unbelievable," she exclaimed. "Jon, er, Joan, you look lovely. How do you feel about this?"

"Well mom, I love the hair and makeup, and can you believe they even painted my toenails the same color as my fingernails? But the doctor thing hurt."

Mom's face reflected a small but noticeable frown, then the smile returned. "Come on Joan, let me get a dress on and we'll all go out for a good lunch."

"Mom, you know we can't afford that," he told her. At that point, Aunt Ellen cleared her throat and assured him that she would buy the lunch, so Jon quickly gave her a big hug. "Thanks, Auntie, you are just the best. Lets have a light snack now and eat an early dinner, that way I won't ruin my girlish figure," Jon grinned.

In honor of her first trip out as a female, they dined at La'Maison, a trendy French restaurant near downtown. The female trio had just gotten seated when the president of the local bank came in with his wife and sat directly behind them. This made Jon very nervous, since he didn't want anyone to see him in full dress. The banker came over when he recognized Aunt Ellen and mom, and was introduced to Joan as Ellen's niece. Even though he acted as if he didn't recognize Jon, a glimmer of recognition passed between the two.

"Mrs. Johnson, I am truly sorry about your husband, but his last attempt at starting a new business was really amazing. Maybe we can meet soon to discuss your options," he told mom. Mom looked confused, but remembering how important that line of credit the bank had approved for them was to maintaining their financial stability, she nodded and went back to her dinner. She never liked to deal with business matters, especially when confronting a marvelous dinner.

Aunt Ellen looked a bit confused, but then assumed the banker must have been thinking about a business deal in which she was involved and had merely mistaken mom for her. They finished their meal and went back to the house. Mom looked somewhat concerned, and when Ellen inquired as to the problem, mom just mumbled something and went into the kitchen to check on the coffee pot. Later, after Ellen left, mom put on her best nightie and offered another favorite to Jon. "Son, you have really been a wonderful child, but the time may come when you will have to move in with Aunt Ellen. I just don't think we can make it. Next week, I must go to the bank and see what can be done, but I am not holding out much hope."

Jon nodded and told mom, "I love you very much, but if that is what is necessary, I will do as you say. Now, why don't we sleep in your bed tonight. Just the two of us Johnson gals snuggling up close. Tomorrow is another day."

Jon felt much better once he undressed and took off the gaff. He couldn't help but get hard again when the nightie he had on caressed the end of his penis, but that would go away soon. Mom hollered for him to take a quick bath and that she would do the same, so he drew the tub almost full of very warm water. Mom knocked on the door and he told her to come in.

Mom entered the bathroom and produced a fancy bottle that was still sealed. Jon's father had bought the bubblebath while on a trip overseas and it had never been opened, so mom opened the jar and dumped the entire bottle into the tub. It made mountains of big bubbles, and even though she knew she shouldn't, mom quickly dropped her nightie on the floor and climbed in the tub.

"You probably don't remember the last time I did this, Jon, but you were very small. Your dad and I took baths with you until you were about five or six. Then we decided you were too big, so we quit. I want to enjoy this at least one more time."

With that, mom began to play in the bubbles. It brought back such pleasant memories. How things had changed over the last few weeks. Splash, splash. Soon she turned and asked Jon to help her soap up. Just two ladies enjoying a communal bath. The bath rag had slipped under the waves of bubbles, and Jon tried to find it. He felt something brush against his hand, but when he tried to pick it up thinking it was the rag, mom moaned and he realized he had not picked up the rag.

"Jon, you must never be embarrassed about your body. I want you to know how your body will feel if you were to become a female. With that, she took his hand and began to move it all over her now soapy skin. When she came back to her pubic area, she held his hand so tightly that it almost hurt, then realizing what she had done and that this was her son and not her husband, she moved his hand away.

After they finished rinsing each other off with the detachable shower, they dried each other off with a huge fluffy bath towel. It felt so smooth and soft. They put on their nighties and while Jon was spraying his now curled hair with more hairspray, mom went into her room, turned off the light and got in bed. When Jon arrived, he didn't bother to turn on the light, but crawled into the warm soft bed. As he got under the covers, he brushed against mom and realized she had taken off her night- gown. She reached over to him and quickly removed his gown as well.

"Don't ever be afraid of anything you do when I am here, son. I love you dearly and want you to grow up knowing that you are very special to me. Just let me enjoy being here with you tonight."

  

  

  

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