A customer who I’d spoken to long ago called and asked for the full spa treatment.
Maybe you know what I mean, maybe you don’t. Just like every lady would, he was looking to get pampered, ending up with a complete makeover and beautification.
I know lots of the girls specialize in insulting guys that are looking for feminization, but the fact is that everybody isn’t looking for humiliation. Some just want to revel in their girly side.
We did the whole nine yards—relaxing in the back room in the marble spa with the gold fixtures, while listening to soft music and sipping champagne, body hair removal, pedicure and manicure, hair extensions and styling an updo, with tendrils around the hairline and curls pinned gracefully on top. And of course, makeup. Then getting him dressed in panties and a bra (natural-like silicone breast forms and all), a corset for that girlish waistline, stockings, heels, and sexy clothes. Last but not least, of course, jewelry and some of that same hypnotic perfume.
I lit him a cigarette, and we smoked together, admiring the graceful swirls of smoke as they rose from the glowing tip.
We went up to my apartment to celebrate, and there he got to try out my new strapon. All in all a very pleasant experience was had by both of us, turning him into the girl he had never realized that he was meant to be.