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After the Shopping Spree to outfit our freshly feminised protagonist, Kayla introduces her to some more perks of being a girl.
All characters are 18 or older.
Over the course of the next hour Kayla drags me into multiple smaller boutiques and shops. I’m already kinda glad I’m wearing my new shoes – Kayla called them Ballerinas – they’re comfy. They fit my feet like they are made for them. I feel a little like Cinderella.
My boyfriend buys me a boatload of new stuff with her golden credit card: a purse, first — she picks it, not trusting my taste, apparently. It’s pink, with rhinestones and tassels. As I hang it over my shoulder, I expect her to return my stuff to me, but she doesn’t. Guess my new purse serves more as a decoration, at least while my boyfriend is around to keep my belongings safe.
I get a bracelet — rainbow coloured glass pearls. A necklace — the letter K in actual real silver – a boyfriend necklace. The set of hair clips and the hair band she buys go straight into her own bag, as she ruffles my hair.
“Not much use for those. Yet. We’ll have to let your hair grow a Lot longer, baby-girl, then those will look so pretty on you! And you want to look pretty for me, huh?”
She kisses my cheek and smiles.
I’m all out of breath after over an hour of shopping and my belly is rumbling, making Kayla chuckle.
“OK, you’ve been a good girl. Are you getting the hang of shopping?”
I nod. This Is fun. In a weird way that would have felt humiliating to the core only a few days ago. But I’m seriously enjoying being pampered and getting gifts from my boyfriend.
“OK. Let’s have a break and the we move to the relaxing part of the day.”
I look at her. She has plans beyond shopping?
At a food stand she buys a burger and milkshake for herself and a salad and a diet coke for me. I look at her food enviously then blush as she winks at me and pinches my cheek.
“You don’t want you lo lose your slim figure, my little girl, do you? I don’t mind some curves in girls, but I’m afraid your body may not have fully caught on to you being a woman and men have curves in all the wrong places if they don’t have women to take care of their diet. I love pampering you, but I don’t want you to get spoiled, my little princess.”
With a slap on my flat stomach she winks at me and I nod.
“Thank you, Sir. “
After lunch, we move on. I take a deep breath as we walk back into the hallways in my new feminine getup, now more crowded than when we arrived. I hear Kayla snicker, as I look around again – I tried to be sneaky about it, but that doesn’t seem to be my strength. No, no one here who knows me and if… I feel my heart skip a beat at the thought – I don’t even know if I’m afraid of that or hope for it really.
I catch my reflection in a shop window. I am — cute. There’s no way around it. If my old self saw my new self here…. Well, I don’t know what I would have thought. I’m still not looking like a girl: no boobs, the short hair not girly-cute-short, but really the cut of a boy who doesn’t care about his hair much. My posture is not feminine, neither is my walk.
All of a sudden, I think that I really look terrible. I never ever thought about my walk before — but now in these shoes, the tight jeans and the cropped shirt, my slouch looks ugly. I straighten my spine and push my chest out, looking at my reflection. And jump as I see my boyfriend’s image behind me smiling broadly. I haven’t even noticed what I’m doing. Her hand wanders down my back to my butt and rests there
“Right you are, baby-girl. You can’t walk like a boy when being so pretty. I’d have told you sooner or later – didn’t want to put too much pressure on you on your second day as girl, but I’m Very proud of you for noticing it yourself.”
I blush as butterflies take of in my stomach. I love her praises.
“Chin up, chest out. Yeah, I know you have no boobs, but you’d be surprised how much of being a woman isn’t actually about having a super feminine body but a woman’s attitude. Shoulders up. Now come!”
She moves away some steps and I walk towards her.
“One foot in front of the other. Girls don’t just walk, girls float!”
I try and she smiles.
“There you go. You’ll be surprised how good that makes your butt and your legs look. Especially in higher heels, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it!”
She takes my hand when I reach her and kisses my cheek.
“Good girl!”
I feel my cock throb in my tight jeans at her touch and her smell.
“You deserve a reward! One of the best rewards for a girl there is! Even better than shopping! Better than — well not sex, at least not good sex. And our sex was real good, wasn’t it?”
She grins and pulls me after her to another section of the mall.
“Oshun Spa and Wellness”, the sign exclaims in neon mint and yellow colours. I look at Kayla, feeling a slight rise of nervousness.
“I’ve never been to a…”
She sighs, the chuckles.
“I’m shocked. Trust me you’ll love it girl!”
We ısparta escort are greeted by a dark skinned woman with wild curly hair behind the reception desk who smiles at Kayla.
“Welcome to the Oshun.”
Then she looks at me, hesitates for a second, appraising me.
“Hello…”
Then looks back at Kayla.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. Sorry, it was a bit of spontaneous decision, do we need one?”
“No, no problem, we have free time.”
“Perfect. I’d like a full treatment for us.”
Her smile drops a tiny little bit as she looks at me again.
“Hm. Well, yes. You see, the Oshun Spa praises itself for providing the perfect wellness experience for women to dive into their deepest feminine energy.”
“Prefect. Just what we need”
Kayla smiles back.
“OK. Then the young gentleman maybe would like to wait…”
Tina looks at me, then the black receptionist, then giggles.
“I see. No that’s OK, my girlfriend’s here with me!”
The receptionist raises an eyebrow.
“Ah. Yes. Sure… Hm… You’re a woman?”
I gulp. Kayla looks at me expectantly. Apparently there’s no other way to get in here. And Kayla seems realty excited about this. For herself and for me. And — isn’t it true? Yes. Definitely. A bit of — an oversimplification at this point, maybe, but…
I blush. Nod.
“Come on, say it, girly!”
Kayla pats my butt.
“I’m a – girl…”
“Well. I guess. In the interest of diversity. If you vouch for your… girlfriend.”
Kayla nod affirmatory.
“Absolutely. She’s cool!”
“And you promise to be a good girl?”
I feel myself blush. I’d love to be. I really do.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I nod, making the receptionist giggle.
“OK. I like the sound of That. Ada. Zarina!”
Two black women appear from some kind of back area, dressed in white t-shirts and shorts.
“Have you followed our conversation?”
They nod, both have their eyes fixated on me.
“You’re OK with this”
One of them chuckles softly — the taller one, which means something, as they’re both taller than me or Kayla. And they look strong. Quite impressive biceps that definitely put mine to shame.
“He… she definitely doesn’t look much like man, does she?”
“Yeah, I think she looks willing to explore her feminine energy. We can work with that.”
I gulp and blush, try not to break eye-contact but can’t help it. I look down and hear her chuckles again.
The other woman nods and agrees with a hummed sound of approval.
“Come!”
Kayla kisses my cheek again and whispers into my ear.
“I knew you wouldn’t humiliate me in public, girlfriend.”
“Separate rooms or shared treatment?”
The receptionist taps into her keyboard.
“Oh, we’re inseparable”
“I can see that.”
All women chuckle as Kayla pulls me after her, following the two women. They hand us two bathrobes — incredibly soft and fluffy, no comparison to the coarse stuff my bathrobe at home is made of. Why do only women get to wear the best stuff? I smile and blush. Women like me, so no reason to complain, I guess.
“Changing rooms are over there, if you need them.”
The taller of the two women points to he end of the hall and Kayla smiles
“Gotta go naked for the full body treatment, anyway, don’t we?”
The tall woman – Ada — nods with a smile.
“It’s just us girls anyway, so no need to be ashamed, right!”
She slaps my back and I take a last look into the direction of the changing rooms before entering the treatment area.
Kayla loses no time, pulls off her blouse, her bra, pants and panties. I gulp and stare at her. l only now realize that despite all we’ve done – all she’s done with me – she hasn’t really let me see her body fully naked yet. I dove deep between her legs and am now intimately familiar with her pussy, from looks to smell and taste, but her breasts are new to me. She notices my gaze as she stretches lazily and chuckles.
“Close your mouth, baby-girl. One might think you’ve never seen a girl’s breasts before.”
I gulp. l blush. And her chuckles become a laugh.
“Ah. I see. Well, not in real life, I assume plenty on your phone. Not even your big sister’s?”
I feel my mouth go dry and considerer it… the thought of lying to my boyfriend shortly crosses my mind but…
“On… only for a second. When she came of of the shower in the hall and hadn’t closed her… Or at the beach when her bikini slipped…”
I lower my eyes and shut up, this is way too embarrassing. Kayla chuckles softly.
“It’s OK, I knew you used to be a teenage boy when I picked you, I can’t complain you were a little pervy pig. It’s what all boys are. All males, really.”
The two spa employees nod knowingly.
“Now that you’re a girl we can be more mature about this, am I right?”
She puts her hand under my chin and makes me look at her chest.
“Do you like them?”
“I… yes… Sure, very much. They’re… beautiful…”
“They kadirli escort are, aren’t they? I bet you’d like some like that too.”
“I… I’m not.. that’s… “
I hear my heart beat in my ears. The image of myself with perfectly firm breasts like hers, makeup like I wore last night, long, long flowy hair is in my head now.
I’d look amazing with them. Kayla laughs and takes my hand.
“You’d look amazing with them! You may touch them. As a girl who is curios about another girl’s boobies. Not as a boy who’s just plain horny.”
I nod.
“Yes. I… I’d love to have such boobs myself, Sir!”
One hand of hers pats my head and the other leads mine towards her chest. I tremble as I touch breasts for the first time, feel her nipples hard against my palms. They are soft and firm at the same time, not like I had imagined it, and then again, almost like it.. Hard to describe. Adoration mixes with arousal and envy. More envy than I’d have expected until very recently.
“And that’s what a real woman feels like. Don’t worry, you may not be a prefect girl, but you’re a much better girl than you were a boy, little one.”
She kisses my forehead and I blush.
“But enough with that, we’re letting the nice ladies wait.”
She nods at me and I feel sweat breaking out. My fingers tremble as I pull my new top over my head. I feel a weird surge of shame. but not because I’m naked but because I stand next to my new boyfriend and her perfect body under strangers’ scrutiny. I feel suddenly invalidated again as a girl. I don’t like that feeling, I never felt really comfortable as a boy either, but somehow this stings more. Kayla’s hand rests on my shoulder, comforting, as I drop my tight jeans and the white panties.
“Awww… So cute!”
Zarina, the slightly smaller woman giggles as all women appraise my dick.
“She may not have anything to offer in terms of cleavage, but at leat her dick isn’t reminiscent of a man’s too much, is it?”
Giggles. I feel warm in my tummy at the reaction. My cock not being to intrusively manly is the nicest thing I could have wanted them to say. I blush at that thought. It should be weird that I strive so much to not be perceived as a man any more. But it somehow doesn’t.
I actively have to stop myself from covering my inoffensive “manhood” with my hands. I’m sure Kayla wouldn’t like that. After I was being stared at for what feels like an eternity — probably only a few seconds — Ada claps her hands.
“Alright, ladies, let’s get started. You can put the robes on if you want for now. We’ll start treating your pretty faces.”
Kayla helps me into the fluffy white robe, and I fall into it like into a heap of cotton. So damn soft. I climb into the chair next to my boyfriend.
For the next — I don’t even know, hour or so – there is no clock in here, my phone secure in Kayla’s purse – we’re the center of attention in a way I have Never been. I’ve known this is something girls do, but I never fully got the point of it. But boy, this is nice.
We get some white stuff on our faces, that surely makes my skin feel soft and smooth like never before. Ada treats my just hands with a level of attention I haven’t given to my whole body yet. Ever.
Cremes, nail polish. I freeze as Kayla decides on French Nails for me.
“For now”.
My nails are being filed into shape, and I blush as the black cosmetician sighs.
“Girl, you have never been to manicure, have you? One can see you have been a boy until very recently.”
“S… sorry..”
I know nothing else to say and the three women look at each other and giggle.
“No worries, girl, I’ll make sure all visible proof of you having been that boy will vanish under my care. You’ll forget you ever were so sloppy.”
Afterwards Ada moves to to my feet, and I cannot help but feel shame again as my nails give away my lack of care for myself even more. Calluses are being removed, toe nails filed. And painted them same color as my fingernails.
“You Do have nice hands and feet, though. Quite petite. Dainty. Soft. If your friend keeps making sure you treat them like they deserve, you can actually compete with the prettiest hands and feet of our other customers.”
She smiles at at me, warmly. Her hands tenderly work on my nails. I lick my lips. l feel a warm tingle in my tummy.
“Th.. thank you…”
Kayla smiles at me and reaches over to hold my hand.
“There you have it, my good girl. If you act like a girl, people will notice you’re born to be one.”
Ada chuckles.
“Yes, she’s kinda cute, I have to admit. Alright. Done with that. You too?”
Her smaller collegue nods.
“Not that much to do, here.”
Kayla smiles appreciatively.
“Interested in body hair removal, ladies?”
Kayla looks at me, grinning.
“Not for me, thanks. I like my hair natural. As for my girl… you’re more the hairless girly type, huh? You did shave last night for our date, after all. Voluntarily…”
I kadıköy escort nod then jump a little as Ada’s hand slides up my calf, then my thigh.
“Makes sense. I was wondering if she’s really that smooth by nature.”
She stands up and touches my chest.
“Although if I had to make a professional guess: you were never the hairy masculine type to begin with, were you? Didn’t have to shave that much?”
I shake my head.
“Thought so. Except for…”
With the same smile her hand slides down my belly and under my half open robe, coming to a halt when she touches my pubic hair and chuckles.
“The only place where you Do grow a decent bush, you didn’t shave, did you, girly?”
I swallow hard. I had removed hair wherever my flimsy costume would show my skin. I had not expected…
“Not that I have a problem with a well groomed bush. I sprout one myself.”
Kayla nods,
“Yeah, me too.”
“But on a cute little girly girl like you who already went through the effort of shaving all over… This doesn’t match, really…”
I look over to Kayla hoping for some help as the cosmetician gently takes some of my curly hair between her fingers and pulls but my new boyfriend just smiles and nods.
“Yeah, good idea. Lets get rid of that bush, you’re being too much of a glamorous girlfriend in our relationship to not be smooth…”
With a smile and without awaiting my confirmation – the two women seem to have gotten a pretty good grasp of the nature of Kayla’s and my relationship – Is it that obvious that I’d do everything to make her happy right now? – Ada nods at me.
“OK, take that thing off, we need you in your whole, naked splendor for the next step, girl.”
I hesitate only for a second. Kayla looks and smiles at me encouragingly, so I get up and drop the robe. Ada curls a lock of my pubes around her finger and smiles.
“Not too dense. Hardly worth calling it a bush, really. Yeah, that can go!”
I take a deep breath. I never really thought about removing body hair before last night, let alone — that hair down there. It seemed right to have smooth skin with the revealing costume Kayla picked for me but his is taking it a step – a leap — further.
I look Kayla’s eyes, then lower mine as Ada moves towards my crotch with an amused smile on her face. OK. She wants me bald, of course I’ll do it. I nod, and awkwardly sit down again. I freeze shortly, as Ada splits the part of the chair where my legs rest and grabs a stool to sit between my now widely spread legs.
“Razor, first, for the trimming.”
Wait – first? What else is there but shaving? I have little time to muse about that and no time to actually react, as the black cosmetician takes a can of shaving cream and squirts the cool foam onto my crotch. I feel my penis shrivel some more as it gets hit by the cold. Which doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Off to a good start. The smaller that thing is the less it gets in the way!”
The woman between my legs chuckles and I relax. She puts on a pair of rubber gloves before taking my cock between two fingers with a look that is kinda demeaning…. I remind myself she’s used to working with women only. I try my best to make my dick as inoffensive as possible, and she’s Is doing me a favor, here.
With my dick out of the way, she quickly and professionally removes most of my pubic hair with few strokes of a sharp razor. I feel my heart beat at the sight of such a dangerous instrument in the hands of a woman who shows little respect for my dick, but she is a professional. Soon nothing but a stubble is left above and around my genitals. The hairs on my ball-sack are still longer — I guess she couldn’t make herself touch That too much and I wonder…
“Phase Two!”, she proclaims, now with a wide grin on her face. She didn’t enjoy Phase One, clearly. Somehow I feel Phase Two is more to her liking. What the…
With a grin, the woman takes strips of cloth and applies them to my crotch area. They feel warm — quite pleasant, actually – then rubs a sticky paste over my balls and the parts of my cock that do have hairs on them. She does that while touching my cock as little as possible, clearly glad she’s wearing rubber gloves, using no more than two fingers, making a face whenever she has to come into contact. OK. I get it, she’s not used to treating male customers, but that is still…
No, I can’t lie, I might have been insulted a few days ago, but now, I can’t blame her. I kinda don’t feel like touching it any more myself. Although…
I open my eyes wider and I feel the blood rush into it. Despite the unind touch, my little dick feels aroused for some reason. Stupid thing.
“Yuck. There we have it. I Knew he wouldn’t be able to control that thing!”
I blush. Partly due to the embarrassment of sporting a boner. Small as it may be in front a woman who clearly don’t appreciate it. Partly, I notice, due to being called ‘he’. It sounds weird, by now, but… Well. With the hard cock, I can’t really keep the illusion up.
“You promised to be a good girl, but that’s way too much to ask, huh?”
She stares at me reproachfully. I look at Kayla, pleading, and see her grin.
“OK. I’m sure she’s very sorry. I mean, look at her, she’s red as fire truck. I’m sure that dicklet can be softened, can’t it, Baby?”
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