The New Air Hostess
Chloe D
As long as I can remember I fantasised about being a girl. I would go to sleep as a young boy praying to god I would wake up as a girl. As I never did wake up a girl, I started pretending to be one. This progressed from trying on my sister's panties to wearing her blouses, school-skirls, tights, bras, full makeup and even growing my hair. Eventually this would lead to masturbation, and usually shouting aloud " turn me into girl." As I got older my need to become female became so much stronger. It would almost physically hurt, that I hadn't been born a girl. By the time I was 18, I was seriously considering having a sex change. I didn't have the courage though, and plodded on hoping and praying I would one day become a woman.
This whole wonderful saga began sat in front of my computer, at home, in the UK. Little did I realise everything I ever wanted would become true.
I booted my computer up and as the screen went black, I caught a glimpse of my angular male face reflected. Almost Neanderthal. " I want to be a woman" I said aloud for probably the 10th time that week.
I would regularly search the Internet for stories of boys becoming girls. Occasionally I would come up with something more credible than the others. The story of Eva Robin's for instance. Born and brought up an apparent normal boy( with a normal penis), he began turning into a girl at puberty. A hermaphrodite who grew up with male characteristics, but chemically was female. She embraced her new gender and eventually became a famous actress in her native Italy. Today she is still a beautiful woman. She was so lucky. Why hadn't that happened to me when I was a young boy?
I would type things like " Man becomes woman", "turned into girl" and "she was a man" into search engines. Today was no different. A plethora of websites appeared on my screen. One caught my eye though. It was from a site dealing with conspiracies and exposing world secrets. As the story unfolded my heart began to beat faster and faster. The article told of an Airline. An Airline renowned for having the most beautiful female flight attendants, only used men as their hostesses. Apparently the Chairwoman of the company loved everything transgender. She would pay for men to be fully transformed into gorgeous girls and work all through her company. She was rumoured to have been born a man herself. Everyone, form secretaries to area managers were all born male.
As I read on I began to feel dizzy. It told of how she had recently been exploring the mosquito cost of Honduras and northern Nicaragua. An area shrouded in mystery. An area where an ancient civilisation (according to myth) would turn young men into women, for sacrificial reasons. The Chairwoman had found and harnessed the method of transformation and was using it to staff her fully female work force.
This was all too much. I clicked on a link and found my self on the Airline web site. One link later Id reached the recruitment page. I sent a quick E-mail to the personnel manager asking if they needed any new flight attendants. Explained I was a man, but said I'd be a valuable member of the team.
About 10mins later E-mail had appeared in by inbox. " Mr Wilson. We'd be delighted for you to join us on our 5-day training course in New York. We will Asses your skills and decide weather you would suit or company. We will be sending a ticket from London to New York very soon. Thanks. Miss Sarah Lows.
I was so exited I could hardly breath. Was it true? Would I become a beautiful girl? Please let it be true!
A week later my ticket had arrived. In a pink scented envelope. It was dated for the next day. I quickly packed a few things and headed off to London. As I checked in I noticed how all the girls working there were so much more beautiful and sexy than the other check in ladies. I bought Cosmopolitan, sat down and waited at my gate.
The time came for boarding. As I handed my ticket to the beautiful blond, in a trouser suit, she gave me a little wink and smiled. She then said something into her walkie-talkie. I found my seat and picked up Cosmo again. The airhostesses on this flight were unbelievable. They were the very pictures of perfect females. As the safety talk progressed, one of the girls kept looking at me. She was a blond girl. No older than 22. I couldn't stop admiring the uniform. Her beautiful ass. The blue skirt suit. I wanted to be her so much. The plane took off with out incident, but the blond kept staring at me. Smiling.
The plane reached cruising altitude and the plane levelled of. The blond girl came to me immediately. " Mr Wilson. Could you come with me please"? I stood up and she led me to a type of storeroom. I didn't think there was that much extra space on planes, but apparently there is. " Mr Wilson. Do you want to work for this company? More importantly, do you want to be an Air Hostess? To be like me?"
"Yes" I say sheepishly.
" Take all your clothes off" " Oh and by the way my names Shauna. I was a boy like you. Ill be guiding you through your transition ".
I slowly start to take my clothes off. Eventually completely naked. I look at Shauna. Her perfect beasts. Her flawless face. Was she really a man once? The Idea gave me a slight erection. " There'll be no more of that for you Chloe"
"Chloe"
"Yes that's your name now". I rush of elation shot through my body." See that uniform over there" she said seductively." Each item will feminise you as you wear it". " I'll help you out". She pointed to the panties.
Naked, I walked over to the pile of ladies clothes. I picked up the panties. They were beige. Silky, with a lace front. Slowly I slipped them on. Instantly I felt a tingling in my stomach and my erection was no more. " Next the bra Chloe". I put it on. My nipples began to ache. "Sit down over there. We' better paint your nails". She started painting my toes a pinkish red colour. As she applied it my feet seemed to shrink. Next the finger nails. Once again my hands became smaller, more feminine.
The pain in my nipples was subsiding. I could feel a new weight pulling on my bra straps. I instinctively felt for my penis. Shoving my delicate hand down my panties, I felt what was left of it. It was tiny. I was smiling. Shauna was smiling too. " It's so much better being a girl. I've been like this for 6 months now". She pointed to the nude sheer tights. " Now gather them up at the toe and roll them on". I had no problems. I'd worn panty hose on many occasions. As I rolled them on, my legs became smooth and hairless. Soft and more shapely. I had to take a deep breath as I pulled them up over my waste. As my hips got bigger and my waist smaller, there was a splitting feeling between my legs. I felt again. Nothing there. Just a soft female mound. Next came the silky soft white blouse. My shoulders got smaller and I could feel my neck becoming longer, more slender. The skirt was blue, and ended just above my rounded knees. As I zipped it up my ass become more round and I could feel things rearranging in my tummy. I slipped on the black heels and giggled with excitement.
" Nearly done Chloe". She pulled out a makeup bag and got to work. First foundation. As she smoothed it on I could feel my bone structure changing and my skin becoming softer. My nose becoming smaller and my forehead round. Red lipstick was next. My lips were full. Smokey eye shadow. My eyes became large and radiant. The mascara lengthened my eyelashes and the blusher raised my cheekbones. As she squirted some chanell I breathed it in. Things changed in my brain. I felt a rush of femininity. This was so good. I was a girl. Everything I'd ever wanted.
" Finally your hair". She pulled out a long brown wig with highlights. I pulled it over my head and the follicles seemed to join with my scalp. I brushed it off my face and smiled. Finally the blue jacket and neck scarf.
" Look at your self Chloe". I walked over to the full mirror and saw the most beautiful airhostess I'd ever seen. More beautiful than Shauna. A perfect brunette. Sexy and womanly. " Now get to work girl"
I walked down the aisle feeling my skirt swoosh against my nylons. I was the happiest woman alive.
At the hotel in New York Shauna had told me there was a special party. Some really sexy men would be there. Some of the most handsome pilots from the other airlines. The chairwoman left some special clothes on your bed for you. I gasped as I saw the perfect little black dress lying there waiting for me. Next to it was some beautiful lingerie, black and red. Some Jimmy Choo heels and some black hold up stockings. I sat finishing my makeup putting my hair up to show off my neck.
I was ravishing. And everybody at the party knew it. I sat there with my legs crossed sipping on white wine. Getting proposition after proposition. Eventually I went back to my hotel room with a sexy pilot. He slowly undressed me. Amazed at the beautiful woman he had next to him. Needles to say I sucked his cock and let him take me.
I write this lying on the beach at Rio wearing my £200 Dior bikini. I'm probably the most beautiful woman on the beach and I'm not afraid to say, "I'm the happiest girl alive".
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