Synopsis: This continues a multi-part story journal about a young man who has latent desires to be feminine. Part one of this story is entitled Lorijo’s New Hair and part two is Salon Day. I suggest reading these so you may better follow the feminization of Lorijo. In this segment Lorijo goes to the mall and is in public for the first time. Her friend Jenny continues to guide her and begins to gain control of the processes that Lorijo must achieve to reach female potential. Lorijo has become her special project.

 

Lorijo at the Mall              by: Lorijo Baily

 

My salon styled hair bounced and brushed at my back and shoulders as I exited the salon. The freshly shampooed hair felt fluffy.

Jenny’s hand helped steady and control my walk. Her words ever encouraging, "walk slowly and move your butt as much as you can. Place one foot in front of the next one. That’s it, Lorijo, you are doing great. You are walking like a girl."

I glanced in the mirror as we left the shop. My hair looked gorgeous. The blonde gleamed and shimmered with each step, and the blunt cut ends seemed almost too perfect of a line to be real. It danced from the slightest head movements. The feeling of long lush hair was all consuming and all so totally feminine. In knew then that the experience at the salon had changed me forever. Jenny had been right when she said I couldn’t be Larry anymore. I didn’t want to be Larry ever again. I wanted to be that girl Lorijo Baily with the wonderful hair.

It was a short drive to the mall from the salon. I used the vanity mirror to refresh my lipstick. I noticed how the tapered bangs curled in toward my eyes, and how the mascara seemed to make the hair color brighter. My face looked so feminine. My hair looked so perfect that I couldn’t help but stare.

Jenny parked and we got out. I stood and straightened my dress while taking a deep breath to gain confidence. This was it. People would see me and I would have to be convincing, especially my voice. A gust of wind blew my hair into my face and blocked my vision as I started walking. I smiled as I took my hand and brushed the hair away while thinking how much I enjoyed the feel and smell of beautiful long blonde girl style hair touching my skin.

As I walked, I practiced talking in a low voice. I said things like, "hi, my name is Lorijo." I said it over and over until the voice sounded like a sweet girl.

We entered the mall. People milled about and didn’t notice us. Jenny headed straight for an upscale clothing shop. We entered and were greeted by a young woman who said, "good afternoon girls. My name is Heather, if you need help call my name."

The greeting sent chills down my spine. We were girls, at least to her. Jenny quickly selected several dresses to try. Heather opened a dressing room and the fun began. I put on a black straight cut dress with lace at the bottom and top. I walked out of the dressing room to view myself in the full-length mirror. The black dress made my blonde hair stand out and the dress hugged me in all the right places showing the subtle curve of my boyish butt. Heather quickly remarked, "that dress was made for you, Sweetie. I swished around to face her and found myself blushing from the remark. I felt stupid but recovered by squeaking in the most girlie voice, "oh, do you think so?"

We bought several things including the black dress. As we departed the store three men passed close. I saw them looking at us. One of them made a remark directed at me. He said, "wow, I wouldn’t mind getting some of that." I didn’t know how to flirt so I shyly looked away like a submissive damsel. Jenny told me to ignore remarks from guys, and to only flirt with the cute ones and only flirt when I felt flirty.

We approached the ladies restrooms. Jenny directed me toward the entrance. We entered and the room was buzzing. Women were at the mirrors fixing hair, makeup, and clothes. It smelled of hairspray, perfume, and other feminine odors unfamiliar to my senses. Being in the restroom gave me a sense of belonging to their sex. Jenny pointed to an empty stall and she took the one next to me. I lifted my dress and dropped my silk panties to my knees. I looked at my penis before squatting to pee. It had withered in protest of salon day too less than two inches. The size brought a smile to my lips. For the first time I felt glad about having a small penis. This was much better than having a big long meaty cock that wanted to bulge out of trim line panties. My little girl penis fitted and tucked perfectly into tightly fitting panties.

I peed while listening to other women doing the same. Each stall resonated with streams of pee followed by flushes. I finished and patted the end of my pathetic penis and exited the stall.

Jenny inserted change into a Kotex dispenser attached to the wall. It quickly dispensed a neatly packaged light day’s pad. "Here," she said, "put this in your purse in case of a wet drip emergency."

I took the Kotex, but I didn’t want to put it in my purse, I wanted to wear it. I cocked my head in a little girl please way and asked, "can I wear it today, now?" Jenny looked pleased and gave approval. I entered the first available stall, pulled up the dress and inserted the soft pad between my legs. It hugged my skin and caused the panties to show a "pad" line. The Kotex didn’t really serve any useful purpose, but having it between my legs made me feel more feminine.

Next we shopped at a lingerie store. Jenny made me try on nighties, teddies, bras, garter belts, and very fancy panties. Feeling and wearing these garments through me into girl ecstasy. I pranced before her to get approval and she teased me by instructing me to pose for her in sluty positions. I enjoyed playing while trying on the very feminine things. I pouted my lips, shook my hair, bent over and peeked and she clapped. I shook my booty and wiggled the silicon tits and she clapped louder. Finally, we bought things, all of which I needed badly. The clerk smiled at us, no doubt thinking we were lesbians because of the fun we had.

We were walking to the food court when two guys gave us the eye. "Go ahead and flirt with them, Lorijo." I decided to give it a try to see what would happen. Just as they passed, I turned to look back at them. They were both staring at our butts. My hair fell over one eye and half-dangled down my chest. I smiled a cute little smile and flipped my hair back as I turned. They hooted with approval.

We sat at a table deciding what to eat. "You really flirted with them, Lorijo. Would you like to be with a guy? I mean would like to know how it feels to be kissed and held by a man?"

I hadn’t thought about that until just now. I knew the answer but didn’t want to come right out and say yes. I knew I wasn’t ready and besides, a guy would find out my gender and then there would be trouble. I answered honestly.

"I would, Jenny, but I am scared. Guys don’t want a girl with a penis and balls."

Jenny touched my hand. "But what if they knew and that was okay with them. What if you were what the guy wanted just as you are?"

She went to buy hamburgers while I sat pondering her statement. The thought of such an arrangement excited me. Jenny sounded as if she knew men who liked girls of my type. I thought about being held in a man’s arms while he kissed me and stroked my hair. I thought about his hands moving over my body, and I thought about his hard cock wanting to be satisfied. I felt my penis growing as I thought and checked my dress to be sure nothing showed.

Jenny returned with burgers. We ate and chatted about clothes, makeup, hair, and guys. She told me I looked cute and that my hair was to die for. Then she handed me a bottle of pills and a tube containing cream.

"Lorijo, I want you to take one pill each day and rub the cream on your breasts twice a day. You can’t wear those plastic tits anymore. You have to grow your own. The pills are hormones and will help you physically be more feminine. The cream is estrogen and will encourage your breasts to grow naturally. Promise you will do that, Lorijo. If you do it will make you more the girl you want to be."

I felt her hand touch my hair. She came close, her lips inches from mine. I looked into her eyes. "Oh, Lorijo, you are so pretty, I just want to kiss you." Then she did right there at the mall food court and right on the lips. It happened quickly. Her lips felt hot and moist and she pressed them hard against mine and lingered. It was a kiss of friendship for her, but to me the kiss meant more. It made me trust her and love her like a sister. At that moment, I felt in her control and mentally made the comment to do whatever she asked.

We returned to her apartment loaded with packages. I began unpacking and putting away all the pretty things we bought. Jenny came into the bedroom and laid out a new pale pink nightie with matching lace panties. She selected a pair of very sheer thigh-high white nylons with decorative lace at the tops. "Put this outfit on when your are done, Lorijo, and come out to the living room."

I stripped and carefully put on the most feminine night things I had ever seen. The top had silk drawstrings across the chest. It was made to wear open or closed. The sleeves were made of puffy lace with darker pink ribbons for accent. The length barely covered my butt making the panties a necessity. I pulled on the stockings. They molded to my smooth legs and caressed my thighs in the gentlest manor. I pranced into the living room wearing the pretty new outfit. I could see Jenny looked pleased. She instructed me to sit so she could do my hair.

Jenny evenly parted all my hair in the middle and then bunched each side into pigtails. She tied each tail with pink ribbons. The pigtails looked like blonde pom-poms and the pink ribbons dangled freely.

"There, all done. You look like a pretty little girl and in a way you are because you are just getting started. You are like a teen. I wanted you to wear this tonight for a special reason. Tonight I want to take pictures of you with my web camera. Do you mind, Lorijo?"

I was so excited that Jenny taking pictures didn’t matter. She asked me to walk around the room for her. She studied my movements carefully.

"Can you dance? Can you twirl and dance like a girl at a recital? And don’t forget to shake those pigtails."

I danced for Jenny wearing the pretty pink nightie and lace panties. I shook the pigtails from side to side and honestly felt like a young girl performing. Jenny filmed every bit of what I did and at the end zoomed in for close ups of my face.

Jenny operated a web site for money, but I didn’t know what her business consisted of. I had seen her using the computer but never questioned her. I suspected people paid money to be members of her site, and I now suspected that my dancing performance would end up on her site.

 

This ends part three of feminizing Lorijo. Her story begins to take on new dimensions in part four. I hope you enjoy reading about Lorijo.

 

 

 

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