A New Woman

by Michelle Rose

 

Sometimes things just work out for the best. One of my most difficult choices is what cloths to buy. Now, you may think this is no big deal, but for me, it's always a problem. As a business man I must always make a good presentation to my perspective customers and weather I like it or not, appearances can make or break a sale. So, cloths are important, I need the right look and that can be costly. Especially, when my salary must buy cloths for both genders.

You see, I like to dress in ladies clothing. This is just the way it is since I was a little child. As an adult, I saw a psychologist for 3-4 years about my cross dressing. He advised me to undergo Psychotherapy with a Gender Dysphoria specialist and maybe, I could be cured. Cured, cured of what? I never looked at my feminine needs as a disease. So, I opted out of the therapy and spent another year understanding my sexuality and the presumptive origins of my tansvestism. Now, I embrace both parts of my persona and have a wonderful life. I would love to find a real woman, sensitive and understanding to my needs, but have not gotten lucky enough to meet her. Someday, I know I'll find her, but until that day, I'll keep my "girl" side to my self.

So, back to my clothing needs. I've struck a balance with myself. I buy the male cloths I need for work and life in general, but never go overboard. Just getting what is necessary and keeping to department store brands. Then, I shop at the inexpensive department stores and on-line businesses for all my feminine needs. This way, I get what I need for the man and have enough to satisfy the lady. However, unknown to me, this was about to change.

One day, while looking at the new spring fashions in my favorite store, a saleswoman asked, "Do I need any help"? Having gotten over the shyness when buying women's cloths, I said "Yes, I could". I explained' I was looking for some tops for my sister's birthday. She recommended a gift certificate, that way she could pick out what she needs. I thanked her, but told the lady, "I prefer to give a gift". "Perhaps a cardigan sweater and tank top set". "That's a fine idea, My name is Lauren, come with me and I'll show you where the sweaters are" and led me to the back of the store.

Once there, Lauren asked about my sisters' size. I told her she was a big girl and would need a XL or XXL, if the cut was small. "Oh", she said, "just about your size". I must have blushed, because she said "not to worry, she was very happy to help me". Protesting, I insisted the cloths were not for me, I'm so stupid, denying the obvious. Without missing a step, she asked me what was the color of my toe nail polish and if they're not painted, I should take off my loafer and prove it. Busted, big time, I just did my nails with Revlon's Twinkled Pink. After a moment, I confessed to this perceptive woman and apologized for lying to her.

She said it was alright and told me this was a terrible burden for me. We began talking quietly, revealing that her husband was a cross dresser and had a difficult time coming to terms with it. But, that was some years ago and now everything had been settled and he no longer needs to cross dress. Well, as we shopped we continued talking and with her help I picked out a pretty silk cardigan sweater with a coordinating silk tank top. The tank was a pastel pink, very muted and had a mock turtle neck, while the sweater was a misty green, with ¾ length sleeves and did I tell you how soft the cashmere was. I would have never put these colors together, but, they looked great. She explained most men can't dress themselves, how could they ever dress a lady.

While walking to a cash register, she suggested I get myself a skirt to go with the tops and claimed, she knew a darling skirt that would look fabulous with the tops. Finding what she wanted, she took a white polka dot skirt off the rack. It was beautiful, very sheer, with an underskirt and had a sexy lettuce edge on the hem. It was pleated and the polka dots were very small and multicolored. The sweater and tank looked marvelous with the skirt. She then offered some accessories and picked out a thin pink belt and pale green scarf. A yellow leather shoulder bag and pink open toed sandals, they were very strappy and had a 4" heel.

Lauren told me I would look lovely in the new outfit and suggested I try it on in a private dressing room. Initially, I declined, but she insisted and took me to the back. Inside the store room was a private office, which she unlocked and lead me inside. She asked me to undress and smiled when she saw me standing in my lingerie. My pink toenails, thong, garters, stockings and bra would be perfect with the new outfit. Handing me the Tank top, I slipped it over my head. The feel of the silk against my shaven body was wonderful, next, she handed me the cardigan. It was so soft and feminine, I put it on and went to button it, but she stopped me and told me to close just the top button. I love that look. She held the skirt open and I stepped in. She slid it up to my waist and closed the fasteners. Looking me over, she commented this was a good beginning. Next, she put the belt around my waist and scarf around the neck. Stepping into my shoes, I immediately loved them; I wished I could wear them home.

In the corner was a full length mirror and I marveled at myself. This lady had opened my eyes, I really liked the colors, styling and the way everything worked together. While I was looking at my self, I noticed her putting my glasses, wallet and keys in my new purse. When I asked her what she was doing, she answered, "where else would a lady keep her things". I smiled and told her she was sweet, but, I reminded her I couldn't pass for a woman and would need my cloths to get home.

"Nonsense, with a little more help from me you will be a truly lovely girl". "I didn't tell you earlier, but I can help you, the same way I helped my husband with his problem". With that she sprayed me with perfume. It was intoxicating, very subtle and very feminine. I got a little dizzy and had to sit down. That's when it started.

I first became aware of the changes when I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. I was shocked; I walked over and watched my miraculous transformation. My waist had narrowed and the pretty pink belt sat high, were a woman's waist should be. Below, my hips and tush now filled the skirts womanly cut. My legs were long and shapely, around my ankle was a fine gold chain. My pink toe nails showed through my stockings and in the sandals looked very lady like. Looking up, my chest had narrowed and slowly tear drop shaped breasts grew and filled my bra, They were full and round: Lauren guessed I was a 36 C. My hands and fingers were no longer manly, but slender and feminine. My new nails were ½ inch long and had the same pink polish as my toes.

I looked up and saw my reflection lose all masculine details and become the soft, curves of a woman in her late 20's. My short hair grew to just above my shoulders and lightened from brown to Auburn, with light brown highlights. Beautiful diamond studs and gold hops occupied the piercing in my ears. My eye brows were thin and arched, with 2 shades of pink eye shadow. Light eyeliner and mascaras showed off my gorgeous hazel eyes. My lips were full and painted pink to match my nails.

As the transition process ended I couldn't believe what happened. I was beautiful, a deep aching in my sex almost made be double over. I ran my hand over my breast and front of my skirt; I was a little surprised at the sensitivity when another wave of pleasure spread form my clitoris. "There, there sweetheart, you're a woman for less than 5 minutes and already you're horny". Lauren was by my side, "see, all fixed up, just like my husband". "Now you can enjoy yourself as the woman you always wanted to be". "The best part is, you are no longer a

cross dresser"! I think your shoes are now a size 7-71/2, You'll take a size 6 dress or skirt and for your top, you're a little busty now, a medium.

I was really excited and felt my sex moisten. "But how could I go back to my life looking this good, I'll never pass as a man"? As we walked to the register, to pay for my outfit, Ellen told, me my life was still out there, just as I left it. My home, car, money, job, friends and family will all know me as I now am. To them, you have always been a girl! "Now pay attention, In order to maintain your beauty, you must always wear the ankle bracelet and use this perfume". "When you need more, just come back and buy some, it's called "New Women". As we walked to the registers I noticed many of the ladies working and shopping were wearing ankle bracelets and they all wore "New Woman" perfume.

  

  

  

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