Re-Structuring

by Steffani St. James

  

3

  

I hurried to my bedroom and carefully removed the frilly maid's outfit and under-things, hanging the dress and petticoat in the closet. The shape-wear, I folded and stored in one of the dresser drawers. Then, I removed a sheer, fly-away baby doll nightie, matching thong and garter belt and hose, donned the scrumptious confections and slid under the satin sheets on my bed.

My two female dommes, one of whom was my wife, arrived almost an hour later. Both women were completely intoxicated and I was aware that they stripped and slid into the bed on either side of me. They immediately fell into a deep sleep and I too, closed my eyes and knew no more until the alarm clock rang at 7:00 in the morning.

Jan awoke first, left the bed and padded out of my room. I heard water running and assumed she was taking a shower. Minutes later, my wife, Jean, also rose and strolled to my bathroom. I heard water running there too and figured she was also embarked in her morning ablutions. When she walked out clad in a fluffy towel, I decided I'd better get up too.

"Ah, there's my cutie-pie husband. You'd better clean up too. When you're done, see me about your wardrobe for today", she announced.

I went in the bathroom and started the shower after removing my scanty night-wear. I scrubbed myself clean – actually I succeeded in merely removing the lingering scent of my perfume – and then closely shaved my face and neck. My body was still as smooth as a baby's behind and needed no hair removal. Back in the bedroom, my wife showed me my outfit for the day.

"You're going shopping with us Stephanie, so let's get you dressed for a fun day in the mall. Jan wants you to looking exquisite, so I think a suit would be appropriate. But first, you'll need proper shape-wear."

I was given a very high-waist panty girdle, one that zipped up on one side. After I had tucked what little masculinity I had between my smooth thighs, I wriggled into the restrictive foundation garment. Next, I was offered a pair of charcoal stockings with back seams. I sat on the bed and carefully rolled the sheer nylons onto my long legs and attached the welts to the hidden garters of the girdle. A luscious bra that matched the fire engine red hue of the girdle was next. I cradled my enormous silicone breasts in the lace and satin cups and reached behind my back to secure the three hooks and eyes; then I stood erect, adjusting my mammaries. My wife next handed me a really short petti-slip and a matching cami, also in red satin and lace. I donned the proffered lingerie and was then presented with a skirt and matching jacket.

These garments were made of red, washable silk and clung to my full and rounded derriere and bust. Finally, a pair of patent leather pumps with 5" stiletto heels completed my dressing.

"You look deliciously like an office 'bimbo' Stephanie; the perfect image for you dear. Now lets' get your makeup and hair done", Jean added.

I sat on the stool by the makeup table and my wife applied foundation and powder and all of the beautifully scented cosmetics that turned my face from a girlish male's to a sexy bimbo female's visage. Then the final crowning achievement was the hugely teased platinum blonde wig. She handed me a huge purse, crammed she said, with all the necessities a sexy secretary would need for the day. Then and only then, did we both head downstairs.

My boss, Jan, was seated at the dining room table sipping tea and reading the "Wall Street Journal". I sat on one side of her and my wife sat on the other side, keeping me between the two genetic females.

"Well, Stephanie, I trust you understand now what we're doing? Your wife and I want you to be the best secretary possible. In this tight economy, my company needs good administrative assistants, not sales people. You know all the ropes of the business and soon, you'll be the best secretary in the company. Oh yes, you'll also become the gorgeous female I want you to be and your wife wants you to be too. She told me about your secret dress-up adventures. Now, you won't have to dress in the closet again."

"That's right honey, from now on, you can be all of the girl you like being, all the time. Today, we'll get you an entirely new wardrobe so you can be a 'looker' like the other girls at work."

I smiled as sweetly as I could and thanked my wife and my boss. After a light breakfast, black coffee and fruit for me, we all got in Jan's car and headed to the mall. Jan decided that the women should build my wardrobe from the inside, out. So our first stop was a lingerie and foundation outlet. By the time we left, I had numerous girdles and panty girdles, corsets, merry widows, waist cinchers and garter belts as well as all types of brassieres. The girls also got me full slips, half slips, camisoles and package after package of luscious panties. I was allowed to pick out my favorite pantyhose and stockings. And the nighties I was given were so sexy and scanty! Very little would be left to anyone's imagination! The three of us, with some help from the store's stock-boy, lugged the haul of unmentionables to the car and loaded the trunk.

Our next stop was an upscale dress shop. I was allowed, no forced, to try on suits. Cute mini-skirted numbers, pencil skirted suits and even some kicky box-pleated ones with nifty fitted jackets. I also got several chemises, sheaths and shirtwaist dresses for casual wear. While there, I also had to try on a number of really flirtatious cocktail dresses and also a ball gown and slinky evening gown. Jan bought them all saying a glamour girl needs lots of choices.

Then it was on to a shoe store. I got multiple pairs of dressy patent pumps in every hue as well as sandals, sling-backs and boots. None had heels lower than 3"! The store also had a hat display and a wig shop. I got two cute pillbox hats and five new platinum blonde wigs.

During the course of the day, we stopped briefly for a light lunch and then continued our shopping. One place the women insisted we go to was a "Frederick's of Hollywood" outlet. There, I was given some choices in really sexy 'costume' wear. And after that stop, we drove to another city and visited a costume warehouse. It was there that I was measured and fitted with three different 'showgirl' outfits. One was a single piece stretch satin suit with sapphires all over it and a thong back, another was a two-piece bikini type costume, also a thong bottom. The third was a topless 'go-go' outfit. I got headdresses, long satin gloves and satin spikes to match the costumes.

Finally we headed home. After we brought all the boxes, bags, packages and cartons inside, the women made me sit so they could explain what would happen next.

"Stephanie, your wife and I have been discussing your training. We've decided to speed up your transition to female life. We're going to start you on hormones immediately and have you enrolled at a special institute for transitioning girls. That way, when you do at last start working, there will be no question as to your gender, even if you're forced to disrobe in the ladies' room. And, your wife wants a sexy girl for a partner, not a swishy husband. You DO understand, right?"

After the past days of being forced to be female and living as one, I meekly smiled and agreed. I knew that once I embarked on the drugs and transition, I'd lose any feelings of fighting it. I decided that they knew hat was best for me and I would go through with all of it, willingly.

I took my first dose of feminizing hormones that evening at dinner. I also saw all of my lovely things packed into chests for transfer to the institute the next day. After such a hectic day with my wife and my boss, I was beat. I was allowed to go upstairs, shower and change into a nightie and fall into bed. That night, I dreamt about finally becoming a total female and making love to a hunky guy. It should have been a nightmare – but it wasn't!

In the morning, I did my makeup with Jan's help, dressed in a sexy leotard and stirrup pants, 4" sling back shoes and of course, another of my bimbo wigs. Totally spritzed in sexy perfume, I followed Jan downstairs and ate breakfast. Then, we girls put my things in Jan's van and headed to Vermont and my stay at the transitioning institute. The drive took about four hours and we stopped a few times so I could stretch my long legs and sashay a bit. We arrived just after noon time.

As we pulled in front of a huge white portico at this white-washed mansion, three women who appeared dressed like nurses came out.

They helped all of us from the van and Jan spoke with the one who appeared to be in charge. She came to me and greeted me and took my hand and led me inside. My wife and Jan followed as did several other 'nurses' carrying my things. I entered an office and the head 'nurse' had me sit on one side of the large desk there. The other women stood behind me.

Stephanie, you do understand why you're her, don't you?", the woman asked. "By the way, I am Ms. Crawford. I run the institute."

"Yes, Ms. Crawford, I know why I'm here. My wife and my boss want me to become a girl."

"Ah, but Stephanie, not just any girl; they want you to be turned into a sexy, blonde, man-killing bimbo! Correct? And you desire that very much, don't you?"

"Yes, Ms. Crawford…very, very much!"

"Excellent! Then we shall do more than our best to make that happen. Ladies, I believe your once-upon-a-time male is ready. You may leave and Stephanie and I will get to know one another. I hope to see you in another few months. By then, Stephanie will be all the bimbo you hoped for her to be. Good day ladies!"

Jan and my wife left wordlessly. I remained seated until Ms. Crawford rose and bade me to to follow her. My training and transition would soon begin.

Ms. Crawford led me to an office that resembled a nurses' station. She told me to strip and don the prototypical paper gown. I quickly removed my skirt, jacket, heels and lingerie. Then I peeled off the panty girdle and reached behind me to unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I picked up my unmentionables and placed them on a chair. Then I tied a bow at my back to keep the gown from flying away from my now naked body.

Ms. Crawford re-entered the room with two mannish aides in tow. Each stood at least 4" taller than me! They positioned themselves on both sides of me and grasped my arms.

"Now Stephanie, do not struggle. These 'ladies' are here to insure that you behave. Just bend over that chair back while I administer your first shot."

I knew what was coming; my initial maxi-dose of feminizing hormones, injected in my gluteus maximus, my gorgeously full derriere! I also knew I'd be getting one of these on a weekly basis until 'results' became visible. I willingly bent over and felt the pinch as the needle went home.

"Ah, good girl, Stephanie. These ladies will escort you to your new quarters. You will dress in the standard uniform for the day; it's a hot pink thong-type leotard, matching tights and stiletto heeled pumps. Be quick about dressing."

"And Stephanie, you may remove those silicone breast prostheses too. You're scheduled for implant surgery tomorrow."

I blushed and flushed. I knew my wife and Jan's plans called for me to be completely transformed and ultimately made into a bimbo but here, a major step was to be taken in less than a day! But I also knew there was no turning back, no stopping the process that had already begun and no 'saying no'!

I hurriedly wriggled into the tights and leotard. The remnant of my manhood shriveled under the tension of the thong crotch and my chest became as flat as a little girl's. But I found that in the stilettos, I walked with an exaggerated wiggle similar to how I walked when totally dressed in my foundations. I eyed myself and then stepped into the hallway. The two "Brunhilde" types again escorted me to a classroom and left me there with five other feminine-looking creatures. They too, were males in various stages of being transformed. One introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm called Krystal. What's your name?", she squealed girlishly.

I answered, "Stephanie."

"Pretty name, Steph. Welcome to the Institute for Feminine Transition. All of us here are being changed to please our wives and Mistresses. Some of us are willing participants; others are stubborn and don't want to become sweet girls. But most of us adore what is happening to us. As a matter of fact, we long for the day when we can use our female bodies to tease, please and gain sexual enjoyment for ourselves. What's your situation Stephanie and are you a willing participant?"

I explained that I really had no choice. I thought that my transformation was to merely keep my job. Then, I was informed that the entire thing was a plan created by both my boss and my wife to make me into a full-time, all the time, real female.

"Well, I've always wanted to be a girl and my mother set up my stay here to help me realize my dream. Believe me, once we all become females, our lives will be much better with many more opportunities than we could have had in our drab male days."

I admitted that Krystal was likely correct. Suddenly, the classroom door opened and a tall, female clad in shiny, skin-tight black latex rubber entered. She sashayed over to the desk at the front of the room and addressed us.

"Ladies, your first session today will be to learn how sexy girls please their Mistresses by wearing outfits just like mine. You'll all learn how to dress in rubber and later we'll have you interacting with one another in delightfully sexy ways! Start stripping now!

  

  

  

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