Vanessa

by Jennifer White

  

When it came to straight arrows, Al was about as straight as you could get. For example, he threw out the Victoria's Secret catalog that arrived in his mail, because he felt that it would be unfair to the women inside of it, for him to look upon them as sexual objects.

He was 35 years old, and divorced. His wife had left him, citing 'irreconcilable differences', but the real cause was boredom. After she left him, he had dated other girls, but nothing had clicked yet.

One day when reading his e-mail, he opened up one that he immediately knew was some sort of spam. His first impression was to quickly delete it, but the name of the sender caught his attention. Vanessa.

He had known a girl named Vanessa when he was in grade school, and he had a crush on her. He knew of course that there was no way that the sender of this note was *his* Vanessa, but he read the whole thing anyway. It was some sort of sexual come-on, probably for some expensive on-line service. But it turned him on somehow. He had never felt turned on by an internet ad. It was somehow *dangerous* and exciting too.

He read the note again. It said:

 

Hello Al, I'm Vanessa. Do you remember how it felt the first time

that you discovered a girl? The first time that you kissed one of us? The

first time that you touched one of us? The first time that you looked upon

forbidden places, caressed them with your trembling fingers, and found

your first love? Do you remember how exciting it was? Your first

experience? Nothing can compare to that, can it?

Until now. Come meet me, and I will show you how to make it

all new again. I will bring you to a whole new level of excitement, and

teach you how to learn about women, all over again.

Are you interested? Click on the link below and set up an

appointment. I can't wait to see you in person....

 

Vanessa

<Click here to visit my web site>

 

 

Al almost clicked on the link, but decided to just hit 'save'. He couldn't bring himself to just erase the note. He would keep it until later.

* * *

 

For days, the note from Vanessa burned in Al's mind. He thought about it when he laid in bed at night. He imagined what it would be like to feel like he had when he was just really a kid, and learning about girls for the first time. He remembered how it was when he kissed Liz, his first kiss with a girl. Or how his girlfriend Debbie had allowed him to take off her shirt and bra, and to touch her lovely chest.

He had felt so excited! His hands *had* been trembling as he did it. It was so exciting at the time, but now, after being married, and having made love with dozens of women, it wasn't quite the same thing. The thought of making it all new and exciting again just seemed so inviting.

He went over the pros and cons again and again in his mind. But he knew that he was going to have to try it, to meet Vanessa, and see what it was all about. He finally was able to get to sleep after he came to his decision, which made him even more sure when he awoke in the morning.

* * *

 

Al couldn't wait for work to get done that day. He rushed home, and went to his computer, even before eating dinner. He brought up the note he had saved, and clicked on the web link provided. He held his breath, hoping it wasn't some porn site, or one that wanted to get ahold of his credit card.

He was relieved to find that the images were only of a woman in silhouette, and everything was very tasteful and discrete. There was the same information that his note had, and a place to go schedule an appointment to meet Vanessa. He was also supposed to upload a photo of himself, which he did.

Al clicked, and was given a web form where he supplied his name (only the first name was required, which was a relief to him), e-mail address, and home town along with what nights were the best for him. He hit send, and was shown a confirmation.

 

"Your personalized appointment will be scheduled within 2 hours, and an e-mail will inform you of the time and location."

 

Al went and ate dinner. After cleaning up the kitchen and starting the dishwasher, he went to the mailbox to pick up the mail. Then he changed into jeans and a T-shirt, then did some of the housework that had stacked up. He kept glancing at the clock. *Finally*, it was over 2 hours, so he eagerly went back online.

Al found that there was an e-mail from Vanessa, and that she wanted to meet him the next evening! She gave the name of a local restaurant where they could meet, and a picture of herself. Al clicked on the picture to open it up.

Vanessa had long brown hair, and was wearing a brown top with thin straps over her shoulders. She had an ample bust, and a pretty face. Her bare midriff was visible, and the top of her jeans. Even with her legs cut off, you could see that she had curves.

Al was enthralled. This certainly wasn't the Vanessa he knew, because she had blond hair. But this one was a beauty too! He couldn't wait to meet her, and find out what this was all about.

* * *

 

The next day, Saturday, Al made sure that he looked his best for his date with Vanessa, so he got a haircut and shave from his barber, then went home and got dressed up. Since Vanessa had worn casual clothes in her photo, he decided to go the same route. He put on khaki pants and a collared shirt. He read and reread her note, and stared at her photo to memorize her face.

Then he drove downtown, and made sure that he would have a prime table when she walked in at 6:30. He gave the seater a $20, and was rewarded with a perfect table, with a good view of the door, but not too far away. He casually read the newspaper, but the sweat from his palms was making the newsprint bleed, and he had to put it away.

 

It was only a few minutes after 6:30 when Al looked up, and there she was! Vanessa. She looked even more lovely in person than in her photo. It was in the soft graceful way she moved as she glided across the floor, and over to him.

"Hello Al" she said, immediately recognizing him from his photo. "I'm Vanessa. It is very nice to meet you."

"Hi. I'm Al. Nice to meet you too" he said, somewhat shyly.

Vanessa sat down next to him, and he was somewhat intimidated by her closeness. But after a few minutes of chitchat, he started to relax. They ordered drinks and appetizers, then dinner. As they ate, they continued to talk. Vanessa kept asking questions about him, as if trying to put together a history of Al's past. But many girls he had dated had done similar things, so it wasn't too much worse than usual for him.

 

After dessert, Al asked a pointed question.

"Vanessa, you have your web site. You obviously get a lot of inquiries. How can you be interested in me?"

"Well Al," she started, "I am interested in you. Yes, I use my web site to find men, but I look at what I do as *helping* them. No, I'm not going to charge you any money, or try to steal your credit card or anything. It just gives me pleasure to open up a new world for you. I have more money than I could ever spend, so why should I try to charge you for something that is equally fun for me?"

"And what is it you do?"

"Do you want to find out? Then you need to come over to my house tomorrow night. Here's the address and phone number."

She handed him a business card, and wrote down her cell phone number on the back in a neat script. Definitely a woman's handwriting.

"Don't be afraid. And don't be shy. Just come by, and I will do everything I promised in my e-mail, and more."

"I don't know..." said Al.

"I understand that you are scared. This is something new and different for you. But how are you going to grow as a person if you don't try something new? I will open up doors for you that you never knew existed. You will feel the thrill of discovery again! This is what you want Al, but you just don't know it yet."

"Okay, I'll come over" he said. It sounded too good to be true, but the way she said things with such conviction told him that she wasn't acting. He felt that she was holding back something, but he knew enough to be able to sense in his heart that she was being honest with him. Whatever it was she did, she really believed in it. He would give her a chance.

"Wonderful!" she said. "See you at 8. Don't be late!"

With that, she gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door. He watched her butt as she walked away, and felt a tingle between his legs. She was so mysterious and alluring that he just had to find out what she was all about. He would go there tomorrow, and find out.

* * *

 

Al showed up one minute and thirty seconds before 8:00. On time, just as was fitting with his character. But he was about to do something way outside of his normal boundaries. It felt scary inside to do something like this, but he couldn't stop thinking about Vanessa. Perhaps she was right, he needed to try something new so he could grow as a person. And here he was.

Al knocked on the door, and felt his heart in his mouth. The slight trembling in his hand signaled to him that his body had just produced a surge of adrenaline. The typical response to this, particularly for men, was 'fight or flight'. Fear could easily have overtaken him, and he could have run.

But Al controlled his instincts, and waited. When the door did swing open, and he could see Vanessa standing there in a seductive outfit that left little to the imagination, all thoughts of running were swept from his mind.

"Won't you come in?" she said, in a gentle soothing tone. Not entirely seductive, but hardly ordinary and businesslike. As if she was trying to hide her own excitement over what was to happen. Her voice may have tried to sound matter-of-fact, but her eyes told another story. Al had seen a girl's eyes have that look before. It was as if she was undressing him already, in her mind. He expected her to lick her lips at any moment.

 

The door closing behind him made him snap out of his daydreaming.

"I must really want her" he thought. His mind normally didn't wander like this. He was so wrapped up in wanting to have her, that he had lost track of where he was and what he was doing. He promised himself to be more careful, and pay attention!

"I am so glad you decided to come" said Vanessa. "Lets go sit down on the couch, and talk a while."

Al followed her, and sat next to her. She crossed her legs in the way that women do, when they want to drive a man wild, making them look at their legs, and follow them up to her center. Al's mind filled with images of what was hidden beneath her skirt.

She offered him a drink, and he accepted. He was so nervous and excited, that having something to calm him down (and his nerves) was welcome. Vanessa poured them each a large glass of white wine, moved closer to Al, and began talking. Vanessa took off her shoes, showing that she was relaxed and at ease with him. This made him feel calmer too.

Al felt so swept away in her. He could just imagine in his mind all of the things that they would do together in bed. But he really had no idea what was in store for him.

 

Normally, Al was very good at knowing how much time had elapsed, but he was so wrapped up in Vanessa, that he couldn't say whether he had been there for thirty minutes, or two hours. All he knew was that they were now in her bedroom, and that something sexual was about to happen.

"You must trust me" said Vanessa. You know that this is going to be different from anything you've ever done before. In a few moments, when we begin, you're going to have the greatest feeling that you have ever experienced, in all your life. I am going to make everything new again. But you *must* trust me in all things. Can you do that?"

"Yes" said Al, with a trembling voice. At this point, he would do or say anything for her.

"Very good" she replied. "I am going to start to undress you now. Just stand still for now my sweet, and let me do everything."

Vanessa gave Al a wet kiss on his lips, that made him yearn for more. She undid his belt buckle, and was already working on the button at the top of his pants. After she unzipped his pants, she had him hold up his feet so that she could take off his shoes and sox. Now his pants slid off easily, falling to the floor.

Next, Vanessa undid the buttons on his shirt and cuffs, and gently pulled it off too. She made sure to rub up against him as she did it, having the tips of her breasts brush lightly against his chest. Al was on edge, totally excited, as she could tell by looking down at his boxers, which were pushed away from his body, like the way a pole holds up a tent. Other than those boxers, he was naked. Al felt a shiver of cold.

"I am going to put this blindfold on you" said Vanessa. "Remember, you have to trust me in all things. Is that okay?"

"All right," said Al, "put it on me."

Vanessa slipped the black blindfold over his face, and Al could see nothing now but blackness. It was made of a soft silky material, and well padded. Held in place by a flexible string, it stayed snug.

"I am taking off your boxers now" said Vanessa seductively. Al felt shivers all over as she ran her hands down his chest, until the reached the elastic waistband. She carefully and teasingly worked them off of him. Now he was completely naked.

"Now I'm taking off my clothes" said Vanessa. She described to Al each thing she did.

"I'm pulling my top off." she said. "Now you can see my bra. And now I'm taking off my skirt, and letting it fall to the floor. And now I'm pulling off my pantyhose. My legs are naked now."

She rubbed her bare leg up against his, making him twitch between his legs. He was really liking this so far.

"I'm reaching behind my back, and undoing my bra. There goes the second hook, and now the third. There, now I'm letting it fall to the floor. My breasts are free, and my nipples are erect from the chill in the air."

She rubbed her chest up against his, making him quiver. He let out a low moan.

"Finally, I'm pulling off my lacy panties."

She let them fall to the floor on top of his feet. He could feel the warmth from them, the heat from her body. She walked over to his side, and kissed him on the ear. She reached between his legs, and gave a gentle squeeze to his stiffened member.

"You look cold my dear" she said. "I have a robe that I'm going to put on you, to keep you nice and hot. Hold out your arms."

Al held his arms out, and he felt a soft robe going over the one arm. She wrapped it around him, then over the other arm. He felt her do something to close it in the front, just above his waist. Then she closed a couple of other fasteners, moving up his chest.

He was glad for the warmth from the robe, which felt soft and silky. However, it seemed strangely heavy on his shoulders, and somewhat tight in the chest now that she had closed the fasteners.

"Take my hand" said Vanessa. Al did so.

"Now we're going to walk over to the bed, and you're going to lay down on your back" she said. She guided him to the bed, and laid him down. He could then feel her pull open the bottom of the robe, below his waist. Then she got up on the bed herself, and slid forward until she was startling him. He felt his manhood plunging into her, going deeper and deeper as she pressed closer and closer to him. It took all of his control not to come right away. He wanted this to last!

"All right lover, now I'm going to take off your blindfold."

Vanessa leaned forward, and pulled the blindfold off of Al. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light. His field of vision was dominated by her, on top of him. She was kissing him, and giving him a light thrust every now and then to keep him fully aroused.

"Now it is time for a new discovery. You see Al, this isn't what you think it is. You think that you are a sexy man who has seduced a pretty woman. You think that she is now having sex with you, and that you are inside of her. But that is where you are wrong."

Vanessa sat up straight so that Al could see more. His eyes were still fixed on her large breasts, which he longed to touch. But what she was saying didn't make sense.

"Look at yourself" said Venessa. "Look at your chest. You are not a man anymore. You are a *woman*."

As she said that, she made a long thrust up and down, almost making Al climax. Al looked at his chest, and was amazed to see that under the red robe he was wearing, there were two large mounds protruding forward. Breasts?

They were sewn into the 'robe', which sure looked a lot more like a dress than a robe. Al reeled as he looked upon his body, and saw that he was wearing a dress, and that he had what looked like a pair of women's breasts!

"Touch them" said Vanessa. "Touch your large breasts, *Joni*. You are a pretty woman, with large breasts." she said, giving another deep full thrust.

"I'm not a woman" said Al.

"You are now" replied Joni. "Feel your large breasts. Feel the warm wet slit between your legs. I'm penetrating you now with a strap-on. Feel how deep inside of you I am."

"No..." whispered Al, feeling shock at what she was saying and doing to him. He felt an inner revulsion at the site of breasts on his chest, and it was almost an involuntary reaction to cup his hands over them. Yet he also felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure though, which made him not fight her off physically. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't.

"You're such a pretty woman Joni" said Vanessa. "You're so sexy and feminine, you really turn me on. Your breasts are so full and firm, they drive me crazy."

Another thrust. Al's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"You're a girl. You are Joni. You are a *woman* now."

She thrust harder and harder, faster and faster.

"Tell me that you're a girl!" she suddenly demanded.

"I'm a girl!" cried Al.

"Tell me who you are!"

"I am Joni."

"That's right Joni. You are a woman now. You are *female*. You are a girl. And I am about to come inside of you, *woman*!"

Al exploded in the largest orgasm he had ever felt in his entire life. He kept pumping and pumping. It was so much, all at once! His head spun. This was incredible.

"Oh, Joni, you really made me come" said Vanessa. Lets take a shower, then we can get dressed up and have some dinner" she said.

Al was like putty in her hands. He followed her into the shower, and they washed each other up. He didn't even protest as she pulled out her shower razor, and began to shave off his legs.

"Take this one, and work on those hairy armpits of yours" she said. "The chest is next."

Al was helping her in taking off his body hair. But he couldn't help it, for some reason, he *liked* how it felt. It *did* make everything new again, and brought a level of excitement that he had never felt. This was different. It was taboo. And to his surprise, he *liked* how it felt.

* * *

 

After their shower together, Vanessa dressed up 'Joni' fully. First, 'Joni' put on panties, then Vanessa helped 'her' with a bra. She had large breast forms, that looked like real breasts, and were inserted into the bra with a small drop of liquid.

"It is a glue that will keep them from sliding around" she said.

Next, 'Joni' put on pantyhose, which was a new experience for 'her'. They felt soft and silky against her newly smooth legs. Then Vanessa showed Joni a girdle.

"This will control your tummy, and help make it look like you have curves" she explained, as she helped Joni step into it. It laced up, almost like an old fashioned corset, and Vanessa made it quite tight. Joni had to suck in 'her' tummy with each tightening tug, and felt very constricted when it was done.

"I can't even take deep breaths. Isn't this too tight?"

"No, it's just right. You'll get used to it. Just remember that over the years, women have worn things much more uncomfortable than this, in order to look pretty."

"I never realized that" said 'Joni' as Vanessa showed 'her' the skirt that she was to put on next. It came down to just below the knees, and had a slit on the side. It felt exciting to wear something so sexy and glamorous.

There was a white silky camisole style top next, which Joni put on. 'She' looked in the mirror, and was still not quite able to believe what 'she' saw in the reflection.

"You're a pretty girl" said Vanessa, but there is a lot more work that we have to do. First, put these on, then come with me."

She handed Joni a pair of black pumps, in a large enough size to fit on 'her' feet. Joni put them on, and teetered a bit, unaccustomed to the high heels. She had to take small steps as she followed Vanessa into the bedroom down the hall.

In that bedroom, there was a large vanity with lighted makeup mirror. On the top was a rainbow variety of different makeups, lipsticks, nail polish, and perfumes.

"Have a seat" said Vanessa, who began by working on Joni's cuticles. She filed and shaped Joni's nails, then started on the first of three coats of bright red nail polish. While waiting for each coat to dry, Vanessa would turn her attention to Joni's face, and work on thinning the eyebrows, applying mascara, or using eyeliner.

Finally, the nails were done, and the makeup on Joni's face was completed. Vanessa went to a cabinet in the back, and showed Joni a variety of wigs.

"Do you want to be a blonde, a brunette, or a redhead?" she asked.

"Blonde" said Joni quickly. Vanessa chose one with hair that was just below shoulder level, with edges that curled in to give a very full effect. She showed Joni how to fit it on her head, and fasten it in place properly so that it wouldn't slide around.

As Joni admired herself in the mirror, Vanessa started picking out jewelry for her. She put a bracelet on Joni's wrist, which was so hard to get over her hand, that she worried about being able to get it off later. Then there were four rings, a necklace, and clip on earrings.

Vanessa gave her a small black purse with a long thin strap, which she told Joni to sling over her shoulder. Joni could tell it was full of something, but she hadn't looked inside yet.

"Stand up Joni, and look in the mirror" said Vanessa.

Joni stood up, and teetered over to the full length mirror on the wall. 'Her' mouth gaped open as she saw herself as a complete woman for the first time.

"I....I'm...."

"You're a woman now" said Vanessa. "Look how pretty you are. You have a pretty face. You have long hair. You have curves. You have boobs. You have long smooth legs. You're wearing pretty clothes. You *are* a woman now."

"I am a woman" said Joni weakly.

'Joni' felt a familiar tingling between 'her' legs. 'She' was getting aroused. The thought of *being* a pretty woman was now something that brought arousal. Joni would never have thought that such a thing was possible.

"Now that I'm a woman, I wonder what we'll do" she thought, as Joni invited her to go downstairs for dinner and a drink.

* * *

 

Joni was on her second glass of wine after the light dinner that Vanessa had prepared. With so much pressure on her stomach from the girdle, she felt full right away. Vanessa had been teaching her how to be prim and proper while eating.

Now they worked together on how to walk in heels.

"You need to concentrate on your posture. Keep that spine straight!" ordered Vanessa. "Just remember: keep your shoulders back, and your chest out! Don't slump forward!"

Joni was trying very hard, but this was difficult. She had seen in movies where women in finishing school walked with books on their heads to work on keeping perfect balance, and she hoped that Vanessa wouldn't make her do that!

 

As Joni was practicing, the doorbell rang, and Vanessa went to answer it. Joni looked up, and was terrified to see that Vanessa had two guests walking into the living room with her.

"Joni, this is Heather, and this is Carrie."

"Nice to meet you" said Carrie.

"Same here" said Joni shyly. This was bad. It had been fun so far, making love with Vanessa, then playing around dressing up. But there were two real girls here now! She didn't want anyone else to see her! She started blushing.

Heather excused herself, so she could use the rest room, while the other three talked. Joni prayed that nobody would find out her secret. Al would just die if it got out that he was pretending to be a woman named Joni. He had to do everything to not let them find out the truth.

A few minutes later, Heather returned.

"This is really embarrassing" she said, "but I just started. Could I borrow a tampon?"

"I have some upstairs," said Vanessa, "but Joni, your purse is right here. Do you have any?"

Joni fumbled through the purse, looking at its contents for the first time. There were tubes of lipstick, a change purse, grocery coupons, a planner, address book, other assorted odds and ends...and down at the bottom, three tampons. Joni took one out, and handed it over to Heather.

"Oh thank you so much Joni. I owe you one. This is different from my brand. Do you find the applicator comfortable?"

"Oh yes" lied Joni, cringing inside from the thought of inserting one of those between the legs.

"I'll be right back. Sorry, but you know how it is."

She returned to the bathroom.

"You bet" said Carrie. "I always seem to start at an awkward time too."

She told a long story about how she once when she was in a swimming pool.

"Ew!" said Vanessa.

"Stay out of the water!" said Heather, who was just returning.

"You're being awful quiet" said Carrie to Joni. "Tell me, what was the worst time you ever started your period?"

"Oh, I just don't like to talk about it" replied Joni.

"It's okay honey, we're all women here. It won't be anything we haven't heard before."

"She's blushing" said Heather.

"I guess she's just a little shy" said Vanessa, shooting a look to Joni. "Well I can tell you that I went on the pill, so I wouldn't have such bad periods. When I'm not on the pill, I get such bad cramps. And I get so crabby."

"Meow, hiss!!!" said Carrie. "I've *never* seen you get grouchy."

"I didn't say that it cured PMS, it just cut down on it for me."

"My last boyfriend always avoided me when I had PMS" said Heather.

"I wish that men had to go through what we do. Its just not fair that they get away without suffering every month like we do."

"Yeah, they get it easy. *We* have to suffer with periods and PMS. And then *we* are the ones who have to be pregnant for nine months, and gain all that weight."

"And give birth, and get all the pain" added Vanessa. "Men just get their rocks off for one minute in bed, then they're done with the process. *We* have to do everything."

Vanessa turned to 'Joni'. Joni's first reaction was to defend men in general, with all this bashing going on. But 'she' knew better than to take that stand. But they were all wondering why Joni wasn't saying anything, so she had to jump in with something, and quick.

"And they get to go standing up" said Joni, "but they never bother to put the toilet seat up."

It was a common complaint that Al had heard from past girlfriends.

"Yeah!" said Carrie. "Men. Humph! Who needs them?"

"Well...." said Vanessa, "we do."

"Oh yeah. That. Well, its not fair. We're attracted to them, but they get off so easy on everything, and then they drive us up the wall they way the behave."

"If only men acted like *we* do" said Heather. "I wish I could find a man that acted like a woman. One that walks and talks like we do, and thinks like we do, but has all the right equipment, if you know what I mean."

"You've got that right" agreed Carrie.

Joni felt a shiver. She wondered if that was why Vanessa was doing this to her. Turning Al into Joni, so that Joni would be a perfect partner for Carrie? Was she being groomed? Was this a setup? Or was this all still a game of some kind?

"I'm going to go fix my makeup" sand Carrie.

"Me too" said Heather, heading back with her, leaving Vanessa and Joni alone.

 

"What's going on?" said Joni, once they were alone.

"With what?"

"You heard what they said. Are you trying to make me like that, for them?"

"I don't understand what you mean Joni" said Vanessa, with a puzzled look on her face.

"I mean are you trying to turn me into some sort of sissy for your friends?"

"What are you talking about?" said Vanessa, defensively.

"You're making me dress up like this, having your friends come over...." said Joni.

"Making you dress up? Joni, what are you talking about? You put on the clothes yourself. I don't understand why a girl like you would get your panties all in a bunch about this, and..."

"I'm not a girl!" said Joni.

"All right, a *woman* like you. Whatever you prefer dear. But please stop talking all crazy. We're going out dancing, and you need to behave a little more ladylike so people don't think you're nuts."

Vanessa was treating Joni as if she actually was a girl.

"So you are really trying to turn me into a girl?"

"You *are* a girl" replied Vanessa forcefully. "Now go fix your makeup, and get ready to go out. The night is young, and the clubs are just starting to get going."

When the others came back, Vanessa went into the kitchen, and returned with four shot glasses. She handed them out to everyone.

"This is a tradition with us" she said to Joni. "Bottoms up everybody!"

They all slammed down their drinks. Joni thought it tasted foul, but the others all licked their lips, as if they loved the taste. Perhaps it was an acquired taste? What kind of alcohol was this? Oh well, at least they weren't having a second round.

 

Joni freshened her lipstick, with trembling fingers. She was about to go outside, dressed up like a woman, for the first time. Carrie and Heather seemed to have accepted her as a girl, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing! And now there was another test; going outside like this.

* * *

 

The four girls went to a dance club. It was way too loud to talk, but they all went out on the dance floor, and moved to the music for hours, stopping only to get an occasional drink (they let the guys buy for them), or to go wait in line to pee. Joni didn't dare go in the ladies room, plus there were too many garments on, and she would have to wait until the returned to Vanessa's house.

Joni was thankful that she wasn't getting hit on by the guys. They were all over Vanessa, Carrie and Heather. But they mostly left her alone. But that was a good thing, she wouldn't have been able to handle that!

Finally, they went home exhausted. Carrie and Heather left to go home, and everyone exchanged their good-byes.

"It was nice to meet you Joni" said Heather. "I hope to see you again some time soon."

"Yeah, me too. I had fun" said Carrie.

"And I did too. It was nice to meet both of you. Drive safe!" said Joni.

The girls waved good-bye, then headed out to their car. Vanessa made sure that they reached their car, got in, and locked the door, before she closed the door and double locked it.

"A girl can't be too careful" she explained to Joni. "You never know what kind of guys are out there, particularly at night."

Joni nodded.

 

They went upstairs, and Joni was finally able to undress. The girdle was killing her, and she *really* had to go to the potty. She undressed carefully but quickly, then tore down the hall to the bathroom. She sat down to pee, just like a real girl.

When she was done, she returned to Vanessa's room. It was really sad to take off the last of the women's clothes, take off the makeup, and become Al again. It seemed very plain and very ordinarily, instead of the sexy being that Joni was.

"Can I see you again soon?" asked Al.

"Next week" replied Vanessa.

"Can I do something for you? Do you want money?" asked Al.

"I'm not in this for money. And I'm not a whore..." started Vanessa defensively.

"That's not what I meant! I mean, you must have spent a lot of money to prepare all of this for me, and I wanted to pay my fair share."

"No, don't worry. I'll see you next week. I'm going to be out of town, so don't bother to call."

"All right. Good night Vanessa. Tonight was wonderful!" said Al.

 

It was 3:30 when Al got home, and climbed into bed. He was exhausted, but joyous from his wonderful experiences from the day. He fell asleep immediately, and dreamed of skirts, dresses, bras and panties all night.

* * *

 

Al went back to his ordinary routine of living his normal dull life. After a few days, he realized how much he loved what he had done with Vanessa, and how much he missed it already. On Tuesday evening, he went to the mall and bought panties and a bra at a lingerie shop, along with nylons. Then he bought a skirt and a top in a clothes store.

He hurried home with his haul, and dressed himself up. It wasn't quite the same as when he was with Vanessa, but it would have to do. He stroked himself until he came, then stayed dressed up until he went to bed.

Wednesday was the same: after work Al went to the mall, bought a few things, came home, dressed up, made himself come, then stayed as Joni for the rest of the night. Thursday was starting out the same, but after Al transformed himself into Joni, something strange happened: he could not 'get it up'. No matter what he tried, he could not get his equipment working. Oh well, perhaps he was just too tired or something. He stayed as Joni all night anyway.

Friday was the same: after a trip to the mall, Al now owned jewelry, cosmetics, shoes, and a full outfit. He even found the nerve to go into a wig store downtown and purchase one on his own. All he was missing was the breast forms and the fancy girdle now. He dressed up fully, and again, he could not get aroused. But it was so fun to be Joni, that he stayed dressed up all night. At 11:00, he undressed so that he could wash his new clothes. He wanted them to be clean when he visited Vanessa tomorrow.

* * *

 

Al got fully dressed as Joni before he left for Vanessa's house. It was strange how he still could not get aroused, even though his mind was racing from the excitement of wearing the clothes. He knocked on the door, holding a bouquet of flowers that he had bought for Vanessa.

When she opened the door, she smiled warmly.

"Joni, how lovely to see you. Come on in girl!"

Vanessa seemed very pleased that Al had arrived as Joni already. First, they did a shot of Vanessa's favorite drink (although Joni still thought it tasted terrible). Then Vanessa hinted that Joni should go into the bedroom alone. There, Joni found all of her clothes and accessories from the previous week laid out.

Joni put in her breast forms, got into the girdle, and put on the jewelry. Then she headed downstairs to join Vanessa. They chatted for a while, and snacked on veggies with dip. It was standard girl talk, gossiping about people they knew, and the events of their weeks.

Joni asked Vanessa a question that she had been wondering. It was an innocent enough question, but one that would send Joni reeling.

"So Vanessa, you never told me. What is it that you do for a living?" she said.

"I turn men into women" replied Vanessa.

Joni nodded.

"It goes like this. First I get the man addicted to dressing and acting like a woman. I can do that in as little as one night, using the proper techniques. After they are with me for that night, they will never want to be with a woman again, in the 'normal' way."

Joni agreed; after that night, she didn't look at women the same. She wanted to *be* one now, all the time.

"Then after that, I administer drugs and hormones to alter their bodies."

"What do they do?" asked Joni. She wasn't sure that she wanted to take either.

"Well, the first thing that happens is the female sex hormones throw off the male body's normal functions. One of the drugs is a testosterone blocker, which prevents the male body from producing any more testosterone. Another drug is a converter, which takes the testosterone in the male body, and converts it to estrogen. The man becomes incapable of having an erection anymore."

Joni felt dizzy. Oh no! She realized at that moment that Vanessa had *already* given her the drugs, and that the process was already underway.

"What happens next?" asked Joni weakly.

"Within a year, they grow real boobs of their own, although most get implants too, so they can be bigger. The female hormones naturally alter their body and their mind, and soon they start thinking and feeling like real women. Between that and the fact that their male genitals no longer function, most of them get the operation within months, so remove the last vestige of their former manhood."

"Sex change operations?"

"Or gender reassignment. Whatever term you prefer."

The thought of cutting off the male body parts made Al feel weak and vulnerable. He would never do that!

"And then," continued Vanessa, "as they become more and more feminine in mind, body, and spirit, I find a husband for them overseas, marry them off, and collect my fee. You see Joni, soon you too will have a real pussy. You will think, feel, and act like a woman. Then I will find a man for you, and you will be happily married."

"No..." said Joni weakly. This couldn't be true. This couldn't be real.

"The hormones are already at work within you. Tell me, have you been able to get aroused in the past few days?"

Joni shook her head 'no'.

"See? And tell me, when you see a hot chick on the street, or in the mall where you bought your own beautiful clothes, did you want to do her? Or did you want to be her?"

"I wanted to be her" whispered Joni.

"That is because your brain has already changed. You are a girl inside now Joni, and there is no going back."

"What if I tell the police about you?" said Joni.

"You won't do that Joni. Because one of the things that you will find now, is that you belong to me completely. You will find that you cannot disobey me, in any way. I know you find that hard to believe, so let me prove it to you. See that bottle of pills on the table? I want you to take two of them, right now."

Joni looked at the bottle of pills. She read the label, and realized that they were estrogen tablets. There was no way that she was going to take more female hormones! She looked up at Vanessa, who gave her a stern look.

Joni found herself opening the childproof cap, taking two pills out, and picking up the glass of water. She didn't want to take them, but Vanessa said to. She put the pills in her mouth, and swallowed them.

"And now a birth control pill" she said.

Joni took that too. It was very small, and went down easily.

"Very good. Now you have even more female hormones swimming around in your body. Your cells are drowning in estrogen, and your female traits are already starting to blossom."

"How did you..." started Joni.

"You will learn in time. But all you need to know for now my dear, is that you are a girl, you will always be a girl, and you will never go back to your old life again. Soon you will have a real pussy, and real breasts of your own. You are completely mine, and will do whatever I tell you. *That* is all that you need to know."

Joni felt faint, like she was going to pass out. The implications of what Vanessa told her were staggering. She was about to become a real woman.

"Now," said Vanessa, "we will work on you a bit. I am going to retrain you tonight, so that you can please your man when you get married. My girls are known for being completely obedient to their husbands, and will do anything they are asked to. You will learn how to do all the housework, and be the perfect homemaker. And you will learn how to please your husband, and satisfy him in any way. And you will 'put out' for him whenever he wants."

Joni felt like crying. This was terrible! But she had no choice in matters anymore. Vanessa had done something to her, and she could not disobey.

"Are you ready?" asked Vanessa.

"Yes. Teach me" said Joni, eager to please her mistress.

"Good girl" said Vanessa. "Lets begin with some of the basics of housework. We will leave advanced topics like positions in bed for later, once your female self is more fully formed. Lets get down to work!"

 

Joni began her training for her new life.

  

  

  

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