Man Maid
GennieTV
Part 10
As it turned out there were only four others besides myself that attended the meeting that night. Susan told me she wanted to keep the group small; she wanted it large enough for diverse opinions and experiences and small enough to keep disagreements verbal and non-abusive. So it was with each new arrival that my confusion grew. I had been "taught" that a man who wants (or needs) to wear women's clothes was someone that wanted to be a woman. That being the case it would then of course follow that that person would also be sexually attracted to men, in other words a homosexual. And if I was sure of nothing else in my life it was that I was not a homosexual. I therefore could neither enjoy the soft caress of a satin bra, nor the sensuous embrace of sheer stockings upon my freshly shaved and anointed legs, because if I did I would be "gay". Those were the facts and nothing could change that, right?
My reverie was once again broken by the sound of the doorbell. Our second guest had apparently arrived. Just to see what it was like I sashayed (well it was, I'm sure, a bit odd looking to my audience but it was fun) my way over to the door, I could hear Alana laughing gently behind me. When I opened the door I was greeted by a man and a woman. The man was dressed in the standard male drab office attire of a three piece navy pinstripe white shirt and conservative tie. He appeared to be in his late fifties early sixties about six feet tall with an expensive hair cut, manicured nails and an oversized leather attaché. My first impression was encyclopedia salesman. He greeted me with a warm smile and introduced himself as Sam and said he was there for the meeting. I couldn't help but notice that my appearance did have a somewhat distracting effect on him during our brief encounter at Susan's front door. The woman, a pleasing looking young lady about 5' 8" in her mid twenties, was wearing a green waitress' uniform whose skirt ended just above her knees with a short white apron small enough to be little more than an accent. Her hair, a lovely shade of dark brown of indeterminate length was rolled into a bun on the back of her head and her eyes were a sparkling blue with just enough mascara and light shadow to offer a flattering accent to her attire. She did not appear to be wearing any lipstick but her finger nails were well shaped and covered with a pale shade of pink. On her legs she wore tan pantyhose with white SAS nursing shoes on her feet. She followed Sam into the house making me believe that he had brought his daughter along with him. When she reached my position inside the door she stopped to introduce herself as Helen her voice a soft somewhat husky but pleasant tenor.
"Hi honey you must be gennie, I'm Helen, Sam here was good enough to give me a ride straight from work that's the reason for the uniform. Has anybody else arrived yet? That's a really cute outfit you've got on there, trying to catch yourself an up and coming grad student?"
"Ah no I'm married and the outfit is … well I'll explain later. Sam, Susan has designated the bedroom right around the corner there as a changing room. My sister Karin is there to assist you with up to a complete makeover if you'd like. And Helen my wife Debbie is either in the kitchen over there or you may find her in Susan's rec-room downstairs."
"Oh dear me you must think I'm with Sam."
"Well ah… yeah I did get that impression. I thought you were maybe his daughter or something and just came along for the ride."
"Oh sweetie you're as precious as your outfit. I am here for the meeting just like Sam." She said as she held up her backpack for me to see. "I just need a place to take a quick shower and get changed out of this uniform. So tell ya what I'll use the small bath off the kitchen and let Sam here have the bedroom. If I know Sam it will take him half the night to get ready anyway, even with help." If looks could kill I think Helen would have been in big trouble after that last remark.
"I'll have you know "dearie" that I'm not slow I'm just deliberate in my dressing so that I can enjoy every precious moment. Just because you get to wear a dress now whenever you want to you forget what it's like to be limited to only a couple of hours a month."
"Sam sweetie I know, I'm just pulling your chain a little. Hasn't your wife loosened up at all about you dressing at home?"
"No, she says that if I want to come to these meetings and get all dolled up in some silly dress and prance around like an idiot that's my choice. But she refuses to see me in anything but male clothing. I really envy you sometimes Helen; it takes real guts to crossover and live your life as a woman."
A sad look passed over Helen's face as she went over and gave Sam a warm hug before heading off to the bathroom for her shower. Sam just sighed and wandered off to the bedroom and his session with Karin. I closed the door and headed off to the kitchen to get the coffee started. (I will never understand how some people can go their entire lives and not experience the joy of a good Columbian blend coffee.)
The last to arrive was Gerry. A fairly young man maybe 30 about 5'10" with black curly hair that looked to be about shoulder length, but it was difficult to be certain because he had it pulled back in a pony tail, his skin was near perfect, and his smile could charm the Grinch himself. His body was without fat, as perfect a specimen of the human form as I had ever seen. Surely such a perfect man could not be here for Susan's meeting. While I stood there transfixed he stepped forward and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Gerry; you must be our special guest, gennie?"
His voice was as perfect as he was. All I could do was blush and wonder why I was so fascinated by this "man" in front of me. Talk about added confusion, here I was a totally heterosexual male (I know because I kept reminding myself), dressed as a little sex kitten, checking out the physique of another man. I knew I was not gay but had this beautiful man offered me a kiss right then I think I would have enthusiastically not only accepted but participated in the action. I finally managed to invite him in and told him about the bedroom where Karin was, and where he could find refreshments and the other guests. I found I couldn't keep my eyes off his ass as he walked to the den with me following like an obedient puppy. (No I was not panting…much anyway)
I severed coffee and engaged in small talk, constantly fidgeting with my too short skirt trying to get it to cover what it could never cover, while at the same time trying to keep my knees together. Finally Helen and Sam re-appeared. Helen looked great, she had allowed her wet mid-back length hair to hang free, and had dressed in a tan pair of low riding tailored slacks, summer sandals, and a short sleeve, light blue, cashmere sweater that ended at the end of her ribs leaving her well toned midriff bare. I did a double take when I noticed her belly button ring. She wiggled a little for me when she noticed where I was staring.
Sam when he came out, looked as elegant as Helen looked sexy. Karin had helped him dress in a dark blue satin mid-calf dress that accented all the right parts of his no longer male anatomy. His hair, short and curled, was mostly dark with streaks of grey strategically placed to give just enough accent to show his age and youth at the same time. On his feet he wore a pair of black patent 2 inch pumps which seemed to match his attire perfectly, his face showed none of the man that had arrived just a short time before. I think his pearl drop earrings were clipped on but I'm not sure. His neck was encircled by a very expensive looking necklace consisting of a quadruple row of small pearls, with a matching bracelet on his left wrist. If I had not seen him when he arrived I would not have believed that it was the same person. My sister truly was a wizard of her craft.
As you all know what I have said so far is about all I can say about the meeting that night. Suffice it to say that it was certainly an educational and personally confusing evening. Oh you want to know about Gerry. Well at birth Gerry was known as Gerri and has gone through much pain and effort to become Gerry. S/he is still pre-op but hopes to have enough $$ for the final surgery soon. If you want to know more of what he has had to go through that will have to be another story and I will have to get his permission first. Should you want that story let me know and I will talk with him to see if he will allow it.
Amazingly Debbie, Susan, and Karin suddenly reappeared as soon as the last of our guests had departed.
"Well…!?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, Susan is used to these kinds of meetings, Debbie and I are not. So what happened? Did you show off your pretty panties for your guests as you served them? Did you trip on your cute little shoes? Did you keep the bows on the front of your stockings straight? Did everybody enjoy your cute little sex kitten look? Come on inquiring minds want to know."
They were all giggling truly enjoying making me squirm. They knew how embarrassed I was and that their taunts only made matters worse. Rather than allow them to think that they had won this round, I straightened my shoulders, (I forgot that that would make my breasts stand out proudly) and with as serious a look as I could muster told them:
"It was a very enlightening evening. The other members of my group are very warm and considerate and offered me support instead of the ridicule and embarrassment that I had expected."
They just looked at each other and nodded with satisfied smirks on their faces. I did not realize until much later that I had referred to the group as "my group" and that at least subconsciously I had begun to accept my new life.
Author's note:
LADIES and gentlemen, I apologize for taking so long to get to this point. As I have said before, this story was never meant to go beyond the first section, but with so many requests for more, I continued. It has taken me years to get to this point because of health, between work (teaching 11 & 12 year olds in public school) and the fatigue from my R.A. I am literally too tired to sit down and write, which is why most posts come during winter and summer and breaks. I want to end "book one" here so that I can go on to the further adventures of gennie and her new (out)look as she progresses through life. The next step will be much shorter than this and will focus on morning II and gennie's appointment at Karin's salon. Coming soon (I hope) "Man Maid Made-Up". Comments and feedback are essential to my writing, gives me warm fuzzy feelings inside. Even the bad ones (which of course I never receive) I treasure.
Love and Merry Christmas 2004
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