James to Jane, The Hard Way

by Lovelongrednails

  

For many years, I had dreamed of forcing my husband James into womanhood, and for him her to ultimately serve as my personal servant and sissy maid. This was never possible due to our financial situation and my husbands needed income. Recently his job changed, and he was now to be working out of the house from now on, making less then he was before. With that fact in hand, as well as the fact that my own business was doing very well due to some increases in available service that are offered, I felt that the time had come to hatch and implement my well thought out plan.

Several years earlier I had opened up my own beauty salon and lingerie boutique. Over the last several months, at the urging of several of my employees, we had started offering additional services for special clients, including some of them who were brought in unwillingly by their mistresses for unwanted makeovers. This had become quite lucrative and I was able to equip a backroom and chair for these "special needs clients". James of course was completely unaware of these additions.

I enlisted the help of Lisa, my longest time and most supportive employee, and informed her of my plans. We set up all the equipment and laid out the trap for my unknowing husband. Over the years, I have gotten James used to coming down to the salon during shop hours for a hair trim, sometimes even getting him to accept a manicure and pedicure under the guise of new employee training, sometimes highlighting his hair, so this was nothing new. I hadn't bothered James about his hair for several months, so it had gotten to almost shoulder length. I told him to come down to the shop at closing time, so that we could go out afterwards for dinner and a movie.

At the chosen time James showed up. I explained that I now worked out of a private room in the back and he willingly followed me back there. As he sat in the chair, he noticed none of the "extras" that the chair and the room were equipped with, probably due to the very dim lighting. He asked me how I was able to work like that and I replied that the low lighting set a soothing and relaxing environment for my customers. As James got in the seat, I told him that I wanted to practice on him another service that I was getting ready to offer, a cucumber facial. As always he accepted and the trap was now armed. As soon as his eyes and face were covered I quietly opened the door and in snuck Lisa. We silently counted to three and sprung the trap. We snapped his wrists and arms into locking restraints before he new what was happening. Still not being able to see, we were able to get his ankles and thighs secured without much difficulty. As James started to protest violently, I quickly stuffed a red ballgag into his mouth, followed by a lace up posture collar to limit the thrashing movements of his head. I further limited his motion by locking the collar to the back of the chair, making his head as immobile as the rest of his body. I told him to relax his mouth as I would soon have other uses for it.

I explained to James that Lisa and I were going to make some needed changes to his body, as well as his lifestyle, and that since he couldn't do anything about it that he shouldn't fight it. I explained that from now on, he was to be a she and would be known as Jane. I could see by the hostile look in his eyes that he just wasn't with the program yet.

Lisa went to work on Jane's hair. As her hair was thin, Lisa gave it a perm for body, then cut it into a very fashionable A-Line Bob with bangs, just like Katy Holmes wears. As her color was a mousy brown, Lisa and I had decided to give her a classic frosted blond look, well befitting a woman of her age. While Jane's hair was cooking, Lisa went to work on Jane's face. She plucked and thinned her eyebrows out into the classic high arches, applied fake eyelashes, and lined her upper and lower lids with liquid eyeliner. She then applied a beautiful combination of blue and lavender eye shadow to her eyelids. The effects were magical, it was a sight to see those now doe-like eyes pleading for release from her bonds.

Jane's lips would have to wait for their color until later as the gag would probably be in place for a while. Lisa pierced both of Jane's ears 2 times and installed 4 gold hoop earrings, the kind with a connecting ball that allowed her to superglue them closed, precluding removal without a cutter. This was all explained to Jane in a blow by blow description. Luckily Lisa had used waterproof makeup, as Jane's tears would have made a big mess by now.

I too had also been very busy. First of all, I gave Jane a complete Pedicure. I removed all of the dead skin and calluses from her feet, all the time telling her that she must never allow her feet to get into that condition again. I filed and shaped her toenails, buffed them smooth, and then applied a basecoat, followed by 3 coats of a brilliant shimmering red polish, and finished it of with a Solar Light activated clear sealer, which would give them great life.

As long as James had known me, I had always had long nails. He had commented to me many times about how attractive they were, but that he didn't know how I got through a normal day without them getting in the way. I explained to her that "she" was now about to find out what it was truly like.

I gave Jane a complete set of glamour length acrylic nails. This involved roughing up the surface of her existing nails, installing a nail form (no short cuts with plastic tips here) and applying the liquid and powder mixture over the form. These were then hardened and cured under a special lamp, making them irremovable. The forms were then removed, and after much filing, shaping and buffing the nails were ready for polish. This type of nail is much tougher and harder then what mother nature provides and are basically impossible to remove without special chemicals.

The nails extended 1" past the end of her fingertips, and were squared off for maximum strength. They also had a slight downward curve to them and were magnificent in their appearance. I applied the same combination of base coat, shimmering red polish and Solar Lamp Sealed clear coat as I had done to her toes. As I did my work, I also explained it to Jane, with her wide pleading eyes telling me that it all still wasn't sinking in.

When Jane's hair, makeup, and nails were all dry, we unlocked only her wrists, attaching them to a spreader bar, that was in turn attached to a cable that ran though a pulley in the ceiling, then down to a wall mounted electric winch. As Lisa unlocked Jane's arm's, thigh's and neck, I kept the cable taught with the winch. As her ankles were still locked to the chair, we soon had Jane in a stretched standing position, hands locked over her head, rigidly awaiting what was next in store for her. We spread a rubber sheet underneath her and proceeded to shave her entire body, except of course for that now beautiful hairstyle adorning the top of her head. We then rubbed lotion all over her to soften her up and stop the irritation.

By this point, Jane had settled down, seemingly accepting her fait and taking it all in. Since her initial thrashing around, she had seemingly given up the fight, other then the ever flowing tears past those now gorgeous eyes. I explained the permanence and irreversibility of many of the things that we had done to her today, with the subtle hints of more to come. She was told that she had no choice but to accept and adapt to her new body, and that there was to be no turning back.

As it was now time to dress Jane, I got out the special items that I had ordered for her. First up, was the custom made Chastity Tube that was slid over her penis, locking to a also locking stainless steel belt that was wrapped around her. The click of the closing locks had such a sound of permanence to them. Next up was a below the chest corset that I had custom ordered for Jane. Made of red Patent leather, the corset had many unique and special features. Lisa and I took turns lacing it, getting Jane's normally 36" waist down to an acceptable for now 30". As this is only the first corset, there will of course be room for improvement later on with smaller and smaller corsets as she looses weight. Once the corset was laced up fully, a flap was locked over the laces, preventing unwanted loosening of the laces (unwanted by me of course). A locking flap was also run from front to back between her legs, forcing her chastity tube up between her legs, concealing it and giving her a more womanly appearance. I also chose at this time to put an 8" locking dildo up her now woman's rear. As she was a virgin, this caused her to jump up and down in her bondage, with her moaning all the while that this took place.

We released Jane's ankles and rolled black seamed stockings up her now smooth legs, attaching them to her corset. I then proceeded to removes Jane's new shoes from the box, showing them to her, and enjoying the look of terror that came to here eyes upon the understanding of what they were and the difficulty that she would have walking in them. They were a Classic Opera pump, with a 5" Stiletto Heel, rounded toes for comfort (HaHa), and had locking ankle and instep straps, along with a removable 18" braided chain that could be attached from one shoe to the other, thereby forcing the wearer to take small steps. Of course they were made of red patent leather, matching her corset and nails. We winched Jane into the air a few inches, locked on her new shoes, and then lowered her onto what would now be her way of stepping through life from here on in, all the time enjoying the looks of discomfort and disbelief in her eyes.

We then attached silicone breasts to Jane, using an adhesive that require a special remover. We put a locking hard cup matching red patent bra on her, again watching her wince at the sound of the lock closing. Lisa dead bolted the special room door, preventing Jane's escape if she was to try. We now released Jane's wrists from their suspended bondage, quickly forcing her arms behind her. I had bought Jane a matching red patent locking lace up armbinder, complete with separate hand pouches so that she couldn't mess her nails up. We put the armbinder on her and laced it up tight. We installed the shoulder straps to correct and maintain her posture, and hooked the metal d ring that was at the end of the hand pouches to the back of the corset with another loud clicking lock.

After severe warnings of punishments to come if she talked without first being talked to, I removed Jane's gag and Lisa applied a semi permanent lipstick and sealer to Jane's lips, leaving them in a suck me red, matching her nails and leather clothing, in a glossy finish that only models seem to be able to attain. After allowing a suitable time for them to dry, I asked Jane to open wide and say "ahh". As she did so, I stuffed a pump gag in her mouth, locking it in with a leather trainer around her head. I pumped it up, expanding the wings in it to both sides of her mouth, slightly puffing out her cheeks, and thankfully leaving her entirely speechless.

We then dressed her in a shoulder to ankle black cape, walked her slowly out the back door of the shop, and loaded her into the back seat of the minivan, strapping her in place in the seat for the ride home. I thanked Lisa for all her help, leaving her to lock up while I drove Jane home, all the while explaining how life would for her be from now on. As she was a captive and silent audience, she had no choice but to listen and let it sink in.

All of her male clothing was already gone from the house, thanks to Betty the shampoo girl. Suitable female clothing was already in her closet, and she would now stay locked in her own room when her services weren't needed by me or my guests. As my business was doing well, becoming especially prosperous from the forced feminizations like she had just underwent, her income was no longer required. Therefore I had already mailed her resignation to her previous employer, saying that she was going to take an extended trip. She would never again wear shoes with less then 3" heels, even while showering or sleeping. She would dress and accessorize to my liking, following whatever theme I decided for that week. She would be responsible at all times for her appearance, and her makeup, nails, hair and uniform would always be perfect or an appropriate punishment would be dealt out. She was to do all the household cleaning and cooking, as well as to serve as my personal needs maid. Her ankles or wrists were to be locked at all times, ultimately attached by a chain leash to a roller track that was soon to be soon installed in the floors throughout the house, permitting access to certain areas only when and if I desired. Her only times out of the house she would be under lock and key and tethered as she now was.

It has been 2 months since Jane's transformation, and it has been fabulous. Yes ladies, you can have your cake and eat it too. Watching Jane prance around the house in her enforced mini steps, in the various outfits that I pick out is enjoyable to say the least. Being waited on hand and foot by my personal maid is far better then I would have ever dreamed. And the sex is on my terms, when, where, and how I want it, and with her locked up otherwise, I never worry about him taking that aspect of our lives into his own hands if you know what I mean. Jane has accepted the life that was thrust upon her and has gotten quite adept at her chores. Since her second week of transformation, punishment for infractions has become infrequent, but still do occur.

Tonight as I am writing this, Jane is at my feet giving me a pedicure. We were just discussing the possibility of her getting breast implants and tattooed on makeup. Of course with the gag in her mouth these discussions are kind of one sided.

Tomorrow, Jane will be locked up at home while I go into work on a normally closed day. You see, Lisa, who is now co-owner of the salon, just got married 2 weeks ago and is bringing Todd, her new husband, into the salon for a quick haircut. Little does he know what Lisa and I have in store for him.

(To be continued?)

  

  

  

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