Within Melanie

by Jennifer White

  

John loved to wear women's clothes. His wife divorced him when she caught him wearing her dress when she came home early from work one day. He was alone now, but he had kept many of her clothes, and he was always adding additions, shopping online. When fully dressed, he made a pretty convincing woman. But there was a problem. After he made himself climax, what was there to do?

He wanted to act ladylike, and do girly things, but he didn't know how or what to do. And he was afraid to go out, in case anyone saw him. He decided that he needed help bringing out his feminine side. So when he was reading an 'alternative' newspaper and saw an ad, he decided to respond. The ad said that they would help bring out a man's feminine side.

It was the bravest act that he ever made, to call the number and make an appointment. The woman on the phone was pleasant, and comforting. She put him at ease, and answered his questions. He made the appointment for the next evening, after work.

"I would recommend that you come dressed up, or at least wearing a bra and panties under your male clothes" she said. "It isn't really necessary, but it will help prove to us that you are serious."

"Thank you" he said, and hung up, his hand shaking. He didn't know if he'd be able to make himself go through with it or not.

* * *

 

But the next day, John put the panties and bra on, under his business suit. He sweated all day, thinking that people were looking at him, and would know what he was wearing. He worked with his door closed. He was *so* glad when the clock finally showed 5:00, and he was able to leave.

He drove to the address he had written down. It was a nicely kept up townhouse, with businesses on the street level and first floor, then apartments above. He went up the stairs to the first floor, and knocked on the door marked "Suite 102". No sign said 'transformation clinic' or anything that might scare him away, or give people a clue as to what he was doing there.

A fetching young woman opened the door, and showed him in. He signed in, then waited twenty minutes in the waiting area. All the magazines to read were for women, talking about fashion, makeup, dating, relationships, and Hollywood gossip. He nervously read through a three month old copy of Cosmo. Normally, he was too scared to read a magazine like that in a waiting room. But here, he could do it without worrying that he would get strange looks from the other people.

Finally, his name was called, and he was shown into a room by the young woman. The room was about 10 x 12, with comfortable chairs for sitting, a full length mirror, and lacy curtains on the windows. Little feminine touches adorned the room, like the floral wallpaper boarder around the top, the vases full of fresh cut daisies and roses, and the plaques on the wall with cutesy sayings.

John was looking around, when the door opened, and in walked a gorgeous woman. She looked to be somewhat older, perhaps in her forties. But she wore her age very well, and looked like a *woman*, not a girl. She had a tattoo on her ankle, high heel shoes, wore jewelry all over, and many other small touches that John wished he had thought of for himself when he dressed up.

"Hello John, I'm Allessandra" she said.

"Pleased to meet you" he said, holding out his hand to shake.

"A very *male* response" she said, shaking her head. The way she said 'male' made him cringe, like he was guilty of a crime just from being having been born as one. He looked at her, and wished that he had dressed up in a gown, instead of coming in his business suit. He felt so out of place!

"Your profile says that you want to bring out your feminine side" she said. "It says that you like to dress up as a girl, but you don't know what to do once you've put on your dress."

"Exactly!" he said. "You understand."

"It is a very common condition" she said. "I can help you. But first, I want to understand a few things. Tell me: do you really wish that you were a woman? Or do you just want to be a girl as an excuse?"

"An excuse? For what?"

"To justify your inner desires."

"No! Nothing like that! I just like being a woman."

"Are you a woman when you wear a dress?"

"I like to feel like one" he said.

"How about when you're dressed as a man. Do you feel like a woman then?"

"No. That's why I like to dress up."

"I see. Now John, I don't think that you have a very strong feminine side at all. I don't think that the therapy I can offer is really what you are looking for."

"No! Please! I've come this far!"

"All right. But first, you need to sign this consent release."

She handed him the form. He filled in his information, and signed it.

"Courtney? Please file this" she called out to the young woman who had shown him in.

"She's a real looker, that one" said Alessandra. "You want to do her, don't you?"

"I want to *be* her" said John.

"That's the first good answer you've given me all day. Perhaps there is hope for you yet."

Alessandra pulled the shades down in all the windows, blocking the light from the setting sun. Then she turned off all of the room lights, except for a small lamp on a table. It was one made to look like an old-fashioned gas lamp, but of course it used a light bulb. Very cute. She adjusted it down to it's dimmest setting.

"Come look in the mirror" she instructed. John walked over, and looked in the mirror.

"Take off your jacket and your tie" she said. He did so.

"Ah, I can see that you wore your bra under your shirt. That's good. Do you do that often?"

"Unfortunately, no" he said. She shook her head. She didn't like that answer.

Alessandra picked up a bottle of perfume, and pointed it towards John.

"Close your eyes, and take a deep deep breath" she said.

John closed his eyes, and breathed in as deeply as he could. His nose filled with the strong scent of the perfume, and he breathed in again, even deeper. It was a wonderful smell, reminding him of flowers, springtime, and sunshine. He felt the fine mist fall on his skin. It made him tingle all over.

"Look into the mirror" said Alessandra. "What do you see?"

"I see me" he said. It was true. All he could see was himself.

She took the mirror, and turned it around. The other side looked like a mirror too, but somehow the reflections were slightly askew or warped. John could see an image in the mirror, but it was very dim and fuzzy, barely discernible.

"That is your feminine side" she said. "She is very faint. Very dim. She barely exists at all. Just as I had feared."

"What can I do to strengthen her?" asked John.

"Is that what you really want? Are you sure?" asked Alessandra.

"Yes!" he said.

"All right. In that case, we will proceed. There are several things we can do to help bring her out. First of all, tell me: when you are dressed up as a woman, do you have a name?"

"What do you mean?"

"A female name?"

"No. I'm just me" he said.

"Well, in that case, we will name her. That is a first step in giving her strength. How can she grow if she doesn't even have a name?"

"I want to be called...." started John, but Alessandra cut him off.

"No. A baby does not name itself. It is given a name. And in the same way, you cannot choose a name for your female self. She has a name already, but you just don't know what it is. I have looked deeply into your eyes. I have decided that the woman within you is to be named Melanie."

"Melanie" said John.

Was it his imagination, or was the image glowing in the strange mirror somehow stronger than it had just been? It must just be his eyes adjusting to the dim light. That's all.

"Good. Now look at her in the mirror. She is female, but she is still indistinct. We need to help her by better defining her body image. Lets start with the breasts, since that is where most men begin when they look at a woman. Have you ever imagined yourself having breasts?"

"Yes. I stuff my bra sometimes" he said.

"A good start, but not quite good enough. I need you to do something now. I need for you to imagine that you really do have breasts. Look down on your chest, and in your mind's eye, imagine that you are looking at a pair of female breasts. Imagine them the way you would ideally be. Whether you want A cups, or D cups. And what size. And what shape. Imagine them on yourself."

John tried his best. He imagined that he had large wide breasts, filling his bra. He imagined that he had cleavage. He imagined how they made his shirt stick out in front of him. He even imagined the wide rings of colors around the large nipples.

"Good. Good. Look at her now" said Alessandra. John looked back up in the mirror. Not only was the image of Melanie, his female self, now better defined, more strongly in focus, but she had breasts. Just like he had imagined on himself!

"Now how about your curves? Imagine what it feels like to have a thin tummy, and wide hips, giving you an hourglass figure. Keep your breasts in mind, but think of the rest of your shape."

In his mind, John did just that. He imagined what it would be like to have a narrow waist, and wide hips, so that when he wore his skirts, they would flare out properly. He imagined having soft feminine curves. He imagined looking down through the gap in his breasts, and seeing his thin tummy, exposed bellybutton, and the wide hips below it.

When he looked up at Melanie in the mirror, he was pleased to find that she had come in clearer again, and that she had the same curves that he had just imagined in his mind. He turned to the side to see her in profile. He didn't like her butt, so he imagined himself having one more like his former wife Diane's, all cute and tight. Melanie responded by changing to match John's ideal feminine self image.

"Now for your hair. Imagine the long lovely hair that you have as a woman."

John had actually gone out and bought a blonde wig for himself, which he wore around his house when he dressed up as a girl. So it was easy to imagine what it looked like, and felt like. And when he looked at the image in the mirror, Melanie had the hair that he had always dreamed of. As he turned his head, she turned hers, the long hairs of her mane flowing. He felt a tingle of excitement between his legs. She was turning him on!

A series of other instructions followed: Imagine your pretty face, with it's delicate cheeks, petite nose, and soft features. Imagine your delicate hands, with their long painted fingernails. Imagine your legs, with their little feet in high heel shoes. Imagine your small arms and shoulders. Imagine your pretty blue eyes and thin eyebrows.

Melanie in the mirror became more and more clear, and well defined. John was creating the perfect woman for himself. Now came the hardest instruction yet.

"Imagine between your legs, that you no longer have anything sticking out. Imagine that you go *in*. Imagine that you have a pussy down there. Imagine that you really are a girl. Your panties lay flat against your skin, because you don't have any male organs down there. Imagine how your pussy is all that you have."

John did so, having imagined that almost every day. In the mirror, there was no change to Melanie's looks, except that there was a certain clarity to her now, like it was a true mirror image, rather than just a fuzzy shape that he had been looking at.

"Imagine that you have a soft feminine voice" said Alessandra. "Imagine that you are kind, loving, and gentle. Imagine that you *are* Melanie. The woman in the mirror. Imagine that she you, and you are *her*."

John did as he was asked.

"Before you, you now see your feminine self" said Alessandra. "She is strong now, you have released her. That is your feminine side, which you have longed to set free."

John smiled. She was so pretty!

"Now close your eyes, and breath deeply" she said.

John took a deep breath, and inhaled the perfume again. Another deep breath followed. He wondered why the perfume had a slightly different tinge to it somehow this time. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. But there was something different about it. Perhaps it was in a different bottle?

"Now look into the mirror" she said.

John opened his eyes, and looked in the mirror. The image there was faint and dim. Oh no! She was gone again, back to how she was at first! But he looked closer, and noticed something. The image in the mirror was *male*. It was very faint, but it was there. Somehow, although it was dim and fuzzy, you could tell that it was male.

"That is your inner male" said Alessandra. "His name is John"

"His name?" said John, almost jumping back at the sound of the words emerging from his mouth. The words were soft and high pitched, just like the ideal female voice he had imagined. It wasn't his voice he was speaking with...it was Melanie's! He looked down. And saw boobs. On his chest!

That's when he realized that the image in the mirror was male...he he was now female! He was now a she! He was Melanie! Impossible! How could he be a girl? He reached down, and touched himself on his crotch. It was just like he had imagined: there was nothing there sticking out anymore. He went *in*. He had a pussy now. He was a girl!

"You are very pretty Melanie" said Alessandra.

"No!" he said. "This can't be true."

"It is very true. You are Melanie now. You are a woman. Get used to it."

"What have I done?" he said. But the feeling of repulsion that he felt inside, mixed with shock and horror was nothing compared to what happened next. He started to take off the men's dress shirt he was still wearing. But he hadn't thought to do that! His body was doing that on its own.

"I feel terrible in these *men's* clothes. Do you have anything more suitable for a woman?" he said. But it wasn't him who said it! Again, his body seemed to do it on its own.

"Yes Melanie. I'll go get you a skirt and a nice pretty top."

"Would you? That would be so wonderful!" he said.

It scared him deep down, knowing that he was doing an saying things now, that were not from *him* doing it. He tried to stop from undressing, but his body did not respond to his command. He was soon down to just his bra and panties. Only now, the bra was too tight, so full and large were his breasts. And his panties laid flat on his crotch. He was admiring himself in the mirror when Alessandra brought him a pile of clothes.

He took his bra off, allowing his large boobs to hang free for a moment. They were lovely! Perfect! His body took the red tank top with the thin straps, and put it on. It had a built-in bra, to give him some support. Then he put on the white skirt with a frilly ruffles at the edge, which came down just below his knee. And he stepped into the shoes with the 3 inch heels.

Looking in the mirror, he felt so pretty! So feminine! He was so excited, except that this wasn't how he had expected it to be! Because he wasn't in control!

"Alessandra, tell me something. I feel like there is this *presence* inside me. And the worst thing, it that its like this presence is *male*" he heard his pretty voice say.

"Don't worry Melanie" she replied. "That is because up until today, your body was male. But now that you have been released, what little inner male is left, will slowly disappear. By this time tomorrow, you will be completely female, through and through."

"What can I do to get rid of him quicker? He bothers me" she said.

"Do something to make him want to run and hide."

"Like what?"

"Go get laid."

"A wonderful idea!" she responded.

John recoiled. He was about to go have sex with a man? No! Stop! Get me out of here! But there was nothing he could do. He was within Melanie, a part of her, and she was firmly in charge now.

In fact, he was able to hear her thoughts now. And when she felt something, like the leap her heart took when she thought of going out to get laid, he *felt* it too! If he was starting to think her thoughts and feel her feelings...then that meant he was becoming her! In every way!

John wanted to run. He wanted to get away. But he was trapped within this pretty body.

 

Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming urge to put on makeup.

"Do you have some makeup I could borrow?" he said. His body had responded to him! Or wait. Why would he have wanted that? It was really *her* thought, to want makeup. Her thought had come into his head, just like he had thought it? No! He was being slowly erased from existence now.

As he expertly applied the foundation, then moved on to the mascara, eye shadow, rouge, lipstick and other applicators, he felt himself slipping away, more and more. He painted his nails, and smiled at the outcome.

"I love having such long pretty fingernails" he thought. Another one of her thoughts in his mind? Or one of his own. He couldn't tell the difference.

He looked down, and admired his long legs. The shoes were so cute, with their pointy little toes. He loved the skirt too, the way it flowed around his body. He touched his hips with his hands.

"I love this" he said. Or did she say it? He couldn't tell.

"I need a purse" he said.

"I've got one for you. I'll go get it" said Alessandra.

"Thank you!" replied Melanie. She was so grateful. Alessandra was being so nice to her! She felt all warm and tingly inside. She couldn't wait to out into the world. She felt so free, to be such a pretty girl!

"Here you are" said Alessandra, handing the bag over to Melanie. She looked inside, and gave an approving nod when she saw the collection of makeup, change purse, tampons, coupons, and other items.

"I want to go shopping" she said.

"That's a great idea. You might meet a man. And you'll scare the male within yourself. Think of how he'll feel when you go into the changing room, with a load of dresses and bras? Or how he'll feel going into the ladies room for the first time?"

"I don't know" said Melanie. "I don't feel him anymore. I think he's gone."

"That was fast. You must be very feminine inside to wipe out your inner man that quickly."

"Thank you for everything you've done for me!" said Melanie, giving Alessandra a hug.

"You're so welcome. Its my job, but nothing makes me happier than to see a man walk in here, and a women walk out!"

 

Melanie strutted out the door, and headed to the local department store. Visions of shoes and dresses danced in her head. After she found just the right outfit, then she'd go out and find just the right man. She smiled. She was so happy!

"Look out boys, I'm coming for you!" she said out loud, as she glided down the street, and into the night...

  

  

  

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