Lipstick Lesbian

by Jennifer White

  

Irma was so disappointed in how things were going. Was she ever going to find the right woman?

When she was just a young girl, she knew that she was different. And as she got older, this inner difference grew stronger and stronger. Whereas her girlfriends always talked about boys, and who they wanted to date, she had no interest in them at all. But she *was* interested in the girls.

Once, her best friend Amy was over at her house. They were sitting on the bed together, talking about school. Amy looked so lovely with her long hair, her pretty young face. Irma couldn't take it anymore. She moved her face closer and closer to Amy, and gently kissed her on the lips.

Amy was horrified.

"What did you do that for?" she shrieked, backing away.

"I'm sorry" said Irma, the tears already flowing. But it was too late. Amy ran out the door, hurling insults. Irma was crushed. She didn't care about boys, and girls didn't want her.

Over time, she felt isolated and alone. Nobody else was like her at all. She became depressed, and resolved that she'd always be alone.

* * *

 

When Irma was in college, she made a breakthrough. She found that in larger cities, there were often communities of people like herself! She was so glad to find others who she could sympathize with.

But even so, she was never quite satisfied. The problem was how her interests and attractions tended to clash with the others she met. Irma was very soft and feminine, which tended to attract women who were more 'butch'. But she had no interest in them. She wanted someone like herself. A so-called "lipstick lesbian". Like the ones in the movies or TV.

But it seemed that this type of woman wanted someone less feminine than themselves. So she was caught up in the middle. Often she'd end up with someone who was merely curious, just trying out a female relationship for the first time. Many of them were "only looking", or found out that it wasn't for them. Or they too wanted someone less frilly, feminine and girly than themselves.

So Irma was again a sort of outcast. She again grew depressed. Would she ever find happiness?

* * *

 

Although not able to find the ideal long-term relationship she was looking for, Irma continued to stay in touch with the friends she had made in the city. One day, she went into town to visit her friend Jennifer, and her girlfriend Andrea.

Irma explained her plight to her friends, who were very sympathetic.

"I know how hard it can be. I had to look a long time before I found the perfect woman" said Jennifer.

"I had all but given up myself" added Andrea. "Hang in there. You'll find someone."

"But I'm so lonely! I wish there was some way to make things go quicker."

Jennifer and Andrea looked at each other.

"There is another way. But you may not like it."

"No, please tell me."

"What if there was a way that you could have a partner, in the image that you choose. Instead of searching for someone who is what you want, take someone, and remake them into the image that *you* choose."

"That sounds too good to be true" said Irma.

"Well, there is one drawback. It involves a man."

"A man? I don't want a man!"

"Of course not. I don't understand how anyone can put up with them. But they are good for one thing. Our bodies were built to interface with them."

"Yes, but its everything else about them that I hate" said Irma.

"Exactly. So what if you could keep the one good thing about a man, but change everything else? His appearance, his heart, his soul. Remake him into the perfect partner for you."

"I don't get it. Why not start with a woman? Wouldn't that be easier?"

"I have an ethical problem with that" said Jennifer. "Women have rights. It would be wrong to do something like I'm proposing to a woman."

"I agree" said Andrea. "I mean, how would Goddess think about us messing around with a woman? She would be angry. No, you can only do this to a man. They are inferior beings."

"I never thought of them like that" said Irma. "I just thought of them as separate, but equal."

"That's valid too" said Jennifer. "You don't have to do this. It was just a suggestion."

"No, I'm not writing it off. Tell me more about it."

"Okay, here's the outline of the plan. First, you find a guy. But to be fair to him, we'll find you one that knows up front that you prefer girls. He'll view it as a challenge, that he can bring you over to the other side. He will decide of his own free will to enter into this relationship. So you don't have to feel guilty."

Irma nodded. Jennifer continued to explain the plan, with input from Andrea, who also promised to help out in the effort. When she was done explaining it, Irma was convinced.

"Lets do it" she said, raising her margarita glass.

"I'll drink to that!" said Andrea.

* * *

 

Now it was time to search for the perfect man. Obviously, it couldn't be some hulking muscle man. Someone without big shoulders for example would be easier to work with. So Irma, Jennifer and Andrea patrolled the singles bars and clubs, trying to find just the right man.

At one "pickup bar", Jennifer and Irma were seated at a table together when Andrea walked over with a guy. He looked like he was about the right size and shape. He was only 5"7, fit but not overly muscular. Perfect.

"Ladies, this is Randall" she said, motioning for him to sit down.

"You can call me Randy" he said.

"This is Jennifer, and this is my shy friend Irma that I told you all about."

"Hi Randy, nice to meet you" said Irma. She noticed how he was looking her up and down. His eyes focused more on her breasts than her face. Typical guy.

Andrea sat down very close to Jennifer, and put her arm around her. They faced each other and kissed.

"What do you think of that?" said Andrea.

"Wow, pretty hot. Are you two together?" he said.

"Andrea here is my girlfriend. We've been together for two years" said Jennifer.

"Twenty-three and a half months" corrected Andrea. "Our anniversary is in a couple of weeks."

"You're so stuck on details!" said Jennifer kiddingly.

"Now girls, settle down" said Irma. She turned back to Randy. "These are my friends."

"I see" he replied.

"They've got each other, but I've been looking for quite some time."

"I know what you mean. All the good girls seem to be taken."

"That's just what I always say!" replied Irma.

Jennifer and Andrea looked at each other, and smiled. Randy had missed the point. He still didn't realize what Irma was.

"It's true. Irma hasn't had any luck finding a girlfriend lately" said Andrea.

There was a startled look in Randy's eyes. Now he knew.

"So you...."

"Yes. I prefer girls" said Irma, matter of factly.

"But she's interested in *you*" said Jennifer. "If you're man enough to handle it."

 

'There, perfect' thought Andrea. Jennifer had set the trap. He obviously was attracted to Irma. He wanted her. And seeing Andrea's kiss to Jennifer seemed to excite him further.

But now, Jen had challenged his manliness. Was he man enough to try for a woman who had been with other women? If he backed away, he would be saying that he was weak, as a male. It was in his very nature as a man to whole-heartedly accept such a challenge.

 

"I can handle it" he said proudly.

"There may be some challenges along the way" warned Jennifer. "She's used to being with other women in bed."

For some reason, the idea of being in bed with multiple women seemed to drive men crazy. Jennifer never understood it. How could you not want *one* person to completely focus on? But then, the male mind was impossible to understand sometimes.

"Maybe she'll change her mind after being with me" said Randy.

Andrea and Jennifer looked at each other and smiled. He had taken the bait, 'hook, line and sinker'. He had fallen into their trap. Now it was time to make him fall in love with Irma.

* * *

 

"But this is going to be weird!" protested Irma to Andrea on the phone. "I've never been on a date with a guy before."

"Don't worry dear. You don't have to kiss him or anything. Well, maybe hold his hand, or something small. You need to spend some time with him, let him get to know you, and make him fall in love with you."

"I don't know if I can go through with this."

"Remember: no pain, no gain. This is the hard part. The fun part will come later. Just imagine that he's wearing a bra and panties under his clothes. Soon, he will be. Imagine what kind of makeup you'd apply to his face. That should help get you through."

"Okay, I'll try" said Irma doubtfully.

"And don't forget to talk about some of your former lovers. Make sure you use their names. You want him thinking about your pussy. He'll want to be the first man in there. It will drive him crazy."

The phone was silent for a moment.

"Sorry Irma. You're blushing, aren't you? I forget that you're shy sometimes. I'm used to just talking about it."

"No, it's okay. I was just a bit shocked. I'm not big on talking about sex."

The doorbell buzzed, indicating that Randy had arrived.

"Gotta run! By Andrea."

"Bye sweetie. Good luck!"

* * *

 

So it was that Irma went out on a date with Randy. She had never dated a man before, and it was very difficult for her. She kept looking around nervously, hoping that she didn't run into anyone she knew. It was be so embarrassing for her to be seen with a man on a date! But fortunately, she didn't see any of her acquaintances.

It was somewhat a typical first date, trying to get to know each other a bit. Of course, it didn't help Irma that Randy did so many of the typical male things, like brag about himself constantly, instead of having a real conversation. But she supposed that was what men liked to do on a date anyway.

Irma did what Jennifer and Andrea had told her: shut up, look charming, dress sexy, and get him hooked. In that respect, the date was a big success, because when they were done, he asked her if she'd go out again soon. She agreed, things kept rolling from there.

 

Over the next few weeks, they had several dates. They went to see movies, they went to the art museum, they went out to dinner, and they even went dancing once. Sometimes they double dated with Andrea and Jennifer.

Just as Jennifer had predicted, Randy seemed to be falling for her. The idea at this point was to get him hooked on her. Once Irma was firmly "in his blood", then he would be very easy to manipulate.

 

As with all people who date, after getting to know each other, there is a tendency to get closer, then do more and more each time in terms of physical contact. After a while, she let him hold her hand, although she hated how rough his hand felt. She longed for the soft small hands of a girl. She wouldn't be able to do much about the size, but in time, she could fix the harshness.

After one date, they were at Irma's apartment, sitting on the couch. It was getting late, and Randy was showing obvious signs of wanted to push forward to the next level of physical contact. He moved closer to her, and moved his head closer, like he was going to kiss her.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"I want to kiss you" he replied.

Irma backed away a bit.

"I'm sorry, this is very hard for me" she said. "You know that for the past five years, I've only kissed girls."

It was a true statement, but misleading. She had *always* kissed only girls. But it was important for him to think that he was bringing her back over to liking guys. The challenge to his male ego.

"Of course" he said, supportively.

"When I want to kiss, I'm used to seeing lips that are full and red, from lipstick."

Randy nodded. Now was the most important moment in the entire operation. She had to be careful, and do this just right.

"Your lips are nice Randy, but I don't know, something keeps holding me back. I *want* to kiss them, but it doesn't feel right to me. Would you try something for me?"

"Sure Irma, anything to help you get over this."

As if her liking girls was something that you could 'get over'!

"Well, I was wondering if you'd help me out by making your lips look more kissable for me. Would you put this on? For me?"

She handed him a tube of lipstick.

 

Now lipstick is merely a colored semi-hardened creamy substance. It doesn't bite. All it does is make your lips look fuller and more colorful. When a woman is aroused, more blood flows through her system. Her face can get flushed, her lips redder from the extra blood. Lipstick merely gives the impression that the lips are already flushed. Or in other words, lipstick makes it look like she's aroused.

It is completely harmless, and washes off easily. But for some reason, to a man, it is a scary thing! Seemingly as frightening as a gun would be to a woman. The mere suggestion of Randy putting on the lipstick not only startled him, it froze him. He didn't know what to do or to say.

Andrea warned Irma that this might happen. So following her advice, Irma put her left hand on Randy's face to hold it still, and put the lipstick on his mouth herself.

"Oh Randy, that is so much better! Now you look kissable. Now I want to touch you, to feel you, to kiss you."

She handed him the little fold up mirror from her purse. Randy looked at himself with lipstick on for the first time. It was a shock to see his lips stained a deep red glossy color.

Irma put her hand on his, and moved closer. Moments later, they were embracing, and they shared their first kiss. A deep, passionate kiss, more intimate, more moving than anything he had ever experienced before.

"Wow" he said.

"Wow is right" replied Irma, who was actually unimpressed with *his* kissing ability. But she had to pump him up for now.

* * *

 

"It went very well" reported Irma, over lunch with Jennifer and Andrea. "He let me put lipstick on him, and he seemed very aroused by our kiss."

"Excellent!" said Jennifer. "Now remember, it is critical that you never let him kiss you again, unless he has lipstick on. If he learns that he can back-pedal, he will. But if you are firm and strict, you can train him to always wear it."

"I understand" said Irma, who was pleased that this crucial first step had gone so well. "What's my next move?"

"You left him wanting more. He wants to touch you, to get closer to you. Let him do it...but only if he gives up something of his maleness. Here's the list that Andrea and I worked out."

Irma scanned the list. It looked promising. She would set out to get through it as soon as possible.

* * *

 

And so it was that under the pretext of 'helping her get used to it', Irma was able to get Randy to eventually put on full makeup. By then, he wanted to touch her in special places. She was ready to allow him to do that...if he would make the next step.

When they were at her apartment again, kissing on the couch, Randy put his hand on Irma's bosom. She pulled away.

"Oh Randy, it's hard for me to get touched like that, and not touch you back."

"You can touch me" he said.

"Yes, but feeling such a flat chest like you have...it doesn't turn me on like one with nice a nice full bust. I need to get used to the idea of touching you, but my hands feel so empty without there being any boobs there to fondle. Please, would you do something for me?"

Randy by now knew that this meant that she wanted him to put on something else. Up to now it had all been makeup. But she was talking about wanting to feel breasts on his chest. That would mean....a bra.

Irma went to her bedroom, and emerged with a white lacy bra.

"Please, put this on, and let me stuff it full. Then I'll be so happy to touch you, and you can touch me all you want."

The man within Randy's brain screamed no! But between his legs screamed 'yes'. Irma whispered seductively in his ear. She was promising him things if he did this. He didn't need much encouraging.

 

A few minutes later, Randy was buttoning his shirt back up, over the fully stuffed bra. He didn't realize that she had bought it especially for him, and that it was a full cup size bigger than her own breasts. He didn't know much about bras, but in time he would learn enough to become an expert.

As they touched each other tenderly, Irma softly moaned and told Randy how much he turned her on when she saw him like that. Inside, he felt so excited! This was somewhat kinky, but he decided that it just heightened his anticipation, and made everything more exciting. He didn't realize that Irma was starting to addict him to wearing female clothes.

* * *

 

Over the next few weeks, under the careful eye of Andrea and Jennifer, Irma moved Randy further and further down the feminine path. She convinced him to start wearing panties. Then to shave his legs so they would look good in nylons.

The day he agreed to wear a long flowing skirt for her, she used her hand to rub him between his legs until he climaxed. And she kept pushing him further and further. Trying different things.

 

But one day, Irma seemed distant to Randy. It was intentional, but he didn't know it. And when they were done, she wasn't interested in going over to his place or hers. She just wanted to go home.

When he called her the next day, she also seemed distant and cold. Randy was upset. What was going on?

 

"Hello, Jennifer? This is Randy" he said on the phone.

"Oh hi, how are you doing today?"

"Actually, not so well."

"What's the matter?"

"It's Irma. She's been acting strangely lately. Distant, and cold. You're her close friend. I was hoping that you might have some insight."

"Listen Randy, why don't you come over to my place, so we can talk about her. I was with her yesterday, and I might understand the problem."

"Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

 

Jennifer and Andrea made preparations for Randy's arrival.

"I love how easy men are to manipulate" said Andrea.

"That's why they call it *man*ipulate" joked Jennifer.

They straightened up a bit, and did some work in the kitchen. All was set when Randy buzzed them to let him in. He took the elevator to their apartment, and Andrea greeted him at the door.

"Randy, good to see you. Won't you come in?"

They sat him on the couch between them.

"We were just making some margaritas. Will you drink one with us?" offered Jennifer.

"I'm not sure..." he said.

"Oh come on, one little drink? It will make you feel better."

"Well, alright" he said, taking the cup from her.

"Cheers!" said Andrea. They clinked cups, and everyone took a drink. Randy didn't know that in his cup was a special mix, with a few extra ingredients.

"Wow, this is strong" he said.

"Made it myself" said Andrea. "But I use expensive tequila, so you won't get a headache the next day. If us *girls* can handle it, I'd think a strong man like you could..."

Randy was taking his next sip even before she finished her sentence. Another challenge to his manhood answered. But soon, they wouldn't be able to use that ploy anymore. Soon, he would be quite different inside.

 

"So you say that Irma is acting strange. What's going on?"

"Well," started Randy, "we were making such great progress together. It seemed like every time we were together, we got closer and closer. But on our last date, she was distant. And on the phone yesterday, she was the same. I didn't do anything to her, but she's keeping me at arms length now."

"I see" said Jennifer. "Now tell me, when you say you were getting closer, in what sense do you mean? Physical? Emotional?"

"Both I think" said Randy. "We were hugging, kissing, touching each other, and we were doing so well. But something made her snap the other day I think, but I don't know what."

He took another sip of his drink.

"Randy, the first time you two kissed, did you do anything special for her? Most girls want it to be a special occasion for their first kiss, so it is often in response to something you did for her."

"Well, this is embarrassing" he said.

"You are among friends here" she said. "You can tell us anything. We won't blab to Irma, or to anyone. We're here to help you, so you need to be open and honest with us."

Randy drained the rest of his glass, and sighed. As he started to talk, Jennifer poured him another one. He didn't notice that the girls were still nursing their first glasses.

"Well," he said, "she said that she was trying to get used to being with a guy, and that she was so used to kissing a girl's lips. She asked if I'd wear lipstick for her, so I let her put it on me. Then we kissed the most wonderful kiss!"

"I see" said Jennifer. "How about other times?"

"Well, I let her put other makeup stuff on my face, and every time she reacted to it by being turned on. I've worn a stuffed bra for her. I even put on one of her skirts the last time we had close physical contact."

"So in other words" said Andrea, "every time you showed her that you were willing to make yourself more like a woman, the more she desired you. The more she wanted to be close to you, and do things with you."

"Yeah, I guess so" he said, taking a sip from his drink.

The two women looked at each other knowingly.

"Now tell me, on your last date when she was so cold, were did you meet?"

"At our favorite restaurant."

"And were you dressed up for her? Wearing makeup?"

"No, of course not! Not in public. I only do that in her apartment. It's kind of kinky, but its exciting for her, so I do it."

"Did you ever think, that perhaps the reason she backed off is because you limited it to her apartment? Did you ever think that the fact that you don't do it outside makes her think that you're only doing it to get into her pants?"

"No, it's not like that!" he protested.

"But that's how she feels. She feels that you're not sincere. She feels that you aren't making an effort for her. Do you realize what kind of effort she is making for you? Randy, she's been with *women* as lovers! And she's willing to give *you* a try. Now that is quite an extraordinary effort on her behalf!"

"Yeah!" added Andrea. "She is trying to change her entire lifestyle, her entire world view, all for *you*. She is trying to give you everything! Don't you understand that?"

"I....I didn't realize. I never thought about it that way" he said defensively.

"Well you should. You should realize all that she is doing for you, all that she is sacrificing, and how hard this is on her emotionally. And what are you doing in return? Wearing something for five minutes so that she feels comfortable to kiss you? She's doing all the hard work, and you just reap the rewards."

"What can I do?" he said, feeling very low. They made it sound like she was doing all the work, and he was sitting around doing nothing. He felt so guilty! He took another deep sip of his drink.

 

"Are you serious? This is our friend we're talking about. We'll help you, but you have to commit to *her* 100%. I don't want to see her end up hurt by you."

"No! I'd never hurt Irma. I love her! I want to be with her. Please, I'd do anything. Help me."

Jennifer and Andrea looked at each other again, and nodded their heads grimly.

"All right, we'll help you" said Jennifer. "But you have to promise us that you are completely committed. That you won't get in 10%, then run away."

"I promise" said Randy.

"Very well" replied Andrea. "Lets get started."

She picked up the phone, and hit speed dial to call Irma. They chatted on the phone for awhile."

"Listen Irma, it's 7:00 right now. Why don't you meet up with us a 9:00 for drinks? We'll be at Cal's on 6th. Okay, great. See you there."

She hung up the phone, and turned to Randy.

"It's all set" she said. "Irma will meet us in 2 hours, and you'll accompany us to surprise her. And she will take you home to kiss and make up. And she will want you, in her bed."

"How are you going to do all that?" asked Randy.

"We are going to make you irresistible to her."

* * *

 

Over the past few weeks, Randy had worn makeup and women's clothes. So it didn't feel too much different this time to dress up. But he had never gone to the extremes that Jennifer and Andrea were pushing him to. He felt loose and relaxed from the drinks. He didn't realize though that the extra ingredients they used helped shut off the part of his brain that would resist their orders. He was very compliant, passive, and obedient.

They made him shave his chest and underarms. Then they produced a pair of fake breasts, made of a silicon get material, which glued onto his chest. In a black pushup bra, they looked very real. There were matching panties too, much sexier than the ones he had worn before.

"In order to make her love you, you need to think of yourself as a girl" said Andrea. "Think it! You are a girl!"

"You are a woman" said Jennifer. "You really are. Tell us!"

"I am a girl" said Randy, weakly.

They put him into a girdle to shape him, then dark pantyhose on his smooth legs. They dressed him in a black knee length skirt, and a black cami top. There was enough of a neck plunge to reveal the top of his fake boobs, making it look like he was a sexy girl.

"You are female" whispered Jennifer into his ear. "You are a pretty, sexy girl."

"You are just like us" said Andrea. "A woman who likes other women. You love Irma, and you want to be just like her. You are a girl now."

"If you want Irma, you have to believe that you are a girl. Now tell us!" demanded Jennifer.

"I am a girl now" said Randy, this time with more conviction.

After applying full makeup, Andrea put on clip-on ear rings, while Jennifer added fake long nails, then painted them bright red, after shaping them with a nail file.

"You are a woman" whispered Andrea.

"I am a woman" said Randy.

"You are a girl" said Jennifer.

"I am a girl" he replied.

Now Andrea brought out a hair extension. It was very close to the same color as Randy's hair, with highlights and several color variations. She carefully attached it to him, after Jennifer used hairspray and a brush to give him a different look. The extension made it look like he had long hair, done up in a girlish ponytail. But without a mirror, he couldn't see how it made him look.

"You are a pretty girl" she cooed in his ear as she worked. "You are female. Frilly and feminine."

"I am a girl" he said.

Andrea got on her knees, and put shoes on Randy's feet. He had never worn women's shoes before, but these fit him perfectly. He didn't know that Irma had checked on his shoes size when he wasn't looking, and that Andrea had purchased a pair of high heels to fit him at a specialty store. She buckled the little straps to fasten them around his ankle.

"You are a girl" said Jennifer.

"I am a girl" said Randy.

"You *are* a girl" whispered Andrea, right into his ear. "You really are now."

"I am a girl" he replied, as they put more jewelry on him.

 

As of yet, Randy hadn't seen the results, other than when he looked down he could see his fake (but real looking) boobs in his shirt. He felt intimidated by them. He could also see his legs wrapped in dark pantyhose, and his skirt.

Jennifer led him by the hand, towards the full length mirror on the wall.

"Look at yourself Kandi" she said. "You've become a woman."

Randy was agape with shock, staring at the girl in the mirror.

"See, you really *are* a girl" said Andrea.

"I...I look like a girl" said Randy in disbelief.

"That is because you *are* a girl, Kandi."

"Tell us!"

"I *am* a girl" he said, with more conviction than any time before.

"You are Kandi! You are a woman!"

"I am Kandi" he repeated. "I am a woman."

"You *like* being pretty. You *love* being a girl. This is what you want to be, all the time!"

"You want to be just like Irma. You are doing this because you love her. When you see *her* breasts, you wish that yours were just like hers."

"When you see her legs, you wish yours were just like hers."

"When you see her face, you wish yours was just like hers."

"You want to be just like her, in every way."

"You belong to her completely, Kandi. You are her woman."

"You are her woman."

"You are her woman."

* * *

 

The fresh cold air made Kandi's head clear up quite a bit, as she walked down the street arm and arm with Jennifer and Andrea. The drink had pretty much worn off. And she was no longer so passive and compliant. The drugs had worn off, but not the effects on her mind. The past few hours were hazy, but she could remember clearly that she was Irma's woman now. That, she was sure of.

 

They arrived at Cal's, and took their seats.

"A pitcher of margaritas!" said Andrea to the waitress, who smiled at them. The men passing by the table also smiled at them, most of them training their eyes on the generous cleavage exposed by Kandi. But she ignored them. She was spoken for. She belong to Irma.

At 9:15, Andrea was wondering if she should call Irma's cell phone. But when she looked over to the door, there was Irma! She waved, and Irma approached the table.

She could see that Jennifer and Andrea were sitting with a woman who's hair was up in a ponytail. She pulled out the extra chair, and sat down. She glanced up, and saw a familiar face on the woman, but everything else looking different. *Feminine*.

"Irma, Kandi decided to join us too" said Jennifer.

"Hi dear" said Kandi.

"You look so pretty today!" said Irma.

"As do you" she replied.

"You're out in public in a skirt" said Irma.

"So? Why not?" said Kandi, as if she had worn this kind outfit every day. She put her hand on Irmas, and was rewarded by her soft hand wrapping around and holding hers.

"Aw, look at the love birds" said Andrea, turning to kiss Jennifer. In response, Irma and Kandi kissed each other as well.

"Kandi, you need to fix your makeup" whispered Andrea. "Come on, I have some extra in my purse. Lets use the lady's room."

"Excuse me dear" said Kandi, who walked across the room with Andrea.

"Wow! I can't believe you did that to him" said Irma.

"It's *her* now" said Jennifer. "And she is completely devoted to you."

"But how?"

"Don't worry. All you need to know is that Kandi loves you, and is willing to do anything you want. She loves you, and wants to be just like you. She is completely yours to mold and shape, in any way you see fit. She will always dress up like that, from now on."

"Cool!" said Irma.

"You can make her get implants if you want real boobs, or anything else you want to do to alter her. Just keep reminding her that she's a girl, and that she's yours."

"And she'll stay frilly and feminine?"

"As much as you want. If you tell her she looks lovely in lace, then she'll want to wear it all the time."

"I can't believe this!" she said. "It's so wonderful!"

"Yes it is. He is a girl now, and can be anything you want. Take her home tonight, and make love. Keep telling her that she is a girl, to reinforce her training. She is yours in every way."

"How can I ever thank you?"

"By being happy" said Jennifer.

They looked up to see Kandi and Andrea return.

"Have a seat my love" said Irma, standing up and pulling out the chair, like a gentleman would do for a lady.

"Thank you dear" replied Kandi. "I love you."

"I love you too" said Irma. "I love you, my pretty girl."

Kandi smiled. She was so happy that she was Irma's girl.

  

  

  

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