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Title: Transformation
My eyes gently closed as my slumber ended most pleasantly, she was lying on my chest seductively licking my eyelids, breathing heavily. As I began to wake from my slumber I thought how sweet her dog breath was as it coursed over my face. Wait, dog breath??? I bolted awake, my puppy rolling off my chest. Good dream I guess, but to wake up from that nice of a dream to the realization that a dog was seducing me was a bit of a downer. Guess it was time to take the pup out for her morning walk. I climbed out of bed, slipped into my slippers, robe and headed out so she could do her business.
Back inside I started thinking of my plans for the day. My lady had told me to be at her place not later than three, no earlier than three. Guess that meant that she wanted me at three. Not a problem there as I had taken care of most of my errands the day before. I knew that we had plans for my birthday celebration although I did not know just what those plans were. Surprising me is something she is really good at doing. She always tries to make my birthday celebration something special for me, even when she has to compromise a little for my desires that seem to be in conflict with hers. I was hoping that today would be no different. She had recently ?discovered? that I had a proclivity for wearing women?s lingerie. It took me three years to get her to discover that fact. Last year she had come into the bathroom while I was showering and noticed my dirty panties on the floor and a clean pair waiting on the counter. When I exited the shower she held the clean pair up and asked when I started wearing panties and then made me model the panties for her. I know that she likes lingerie as well so I was hoping that she had come up with matching outfits and a photo session for us, or something similar, for my birthday.
Pleasant little fantasies coursed through my head as I went about my morning ablutions. After my shower I spend a little extra time trimming my beard and moustache so that not a hair was out of place. Cooked my breakfast, oatmeal with protein powder, a piece of whole-wheat toast and threw in a fresh apple for a treat. Finished with breakfast I downed my morning supplements then headed out to take care of the few errands I needed to do for the day. About 2:30 I headed into town, I sure didn?t want to be late. Not wanting to have all the pleasure of the day I stopped and bought her a bunch of spring flowers. I got to her door 10 minutes early and waited to ring the bell until 3 sharp. She answered the door wearing her crochet dress with black bra, panties and stockings underneath. A big smile, quick hug and kiss then she handed me a towel and told me to hop into the bath she?d drawn for me. I?d showered just a few hours earlier but what the heck, I like baths and I believe in doing what I?m told, especially by a beautiful very sexy woman. I stripped, laid my clothes by the sink and slid into a quite warm bubble bath.
As I settled back for a soak she came in, gathered my clothes with a smile and told me she?d hang them up for me. She returned shortly with a razor and shaving cream. As she handed them to me I was told that ladies in her home didn?t have hairy arms and legs, shave them! As long as I was at it, that hairy patch between my legs needed to be trimmed much neater as well. I proceeded to lather my arms, legs and use the razor to remove all the offending hairs. I then sat on the side of the tub, applied the shave cream to my privates and thought how she?d like to see them. I decided on a straight trim rather than trying to get fancy doing a heart or something else. I shaved straight down the sides and across about two inches above my genitals. Carefully then, I lathered my balls and gently used the razor to make them smooth. I was just rinsing the lather off when she came back into the bathroom carrying a mirror. She looked me up and down, smiled and said ?much better, enjoyed that did you?? I must have blushed a bit as I noticed my privates were very prominently sticking straight out. With a bigger smile she told me that it was all right, the clitoris will enlarge when stimulated. Then, she handed me the mirror and another razor. I must have looked puzzled as I took them as I thought I was done shaving. She patted my chin and told me that this was not the circus; bearded ladies belonged there, not in her home. I came close to telling her no way but the way she looked at me just wouldn?t let me do that. I had been thinking of shaving it off anyway, now was as good a time as any. I asked if she might have a pair of small scissors I could use to trim my beard short enough to shave, she obliged me then gave me a nice kiss, my last with a beard. As she exited the bathroom she paused and told me that she wouldn?t miss the prickles when we kissed. That by itself was enough of a reason for me to shave! I trimmed the hairs as short as I could with the scissors then lathered up. It took me three times shaving to remove all the facial hair. My face felt so strange without that adornment I?d had for the past fifteen years. She had never seen me clean-shaven in all the time we?d known each other. Actually, it was a bit scary for me. What would she really think? Like it or not too late now, I hoped she would like my baby smooth face. I finished shaving a few loose hairs and gave my hair a quick wash. I turned the shower on to rinse off and immediately noticed how different the water felt coursing over my newly bare skin. Running so slick and smooth over my skin was a marvelous feeling. As I was rinsing she came in with a small stack of clothes, set them on the sink and gave my face a small caress. Ohhhh, much better she crooned. ?Dry yourself and get dressed, I?m ready for you in the living room?. As she turned to leave her robe fell open. She had taken off the crochet dress but left on the stockings, garter belt, panties and matching bra. Quite the nice outfit and just what I liked to see her in. I quickly dried myself and checked out what she had brought me to wear. Thigh high stockings, bra, garter belt, panties and a chemise to cover it, all in white. I started to slide the panties up my legs, marveling at the feeling of the nylon against my hairless legs. As I pulled them over my hips I discovered they were crotchless. Not much to hide my privates there. Next came the stockings, so soft and silky against my legs. The garter belt was a bit of a stretch but I managed it without having to call for help. The bra gave me some trouble until I just turned the hooks around front so I could see them to fasten then turned it around, straps over my shoulders, the cups caressing my small breasts. I slid the chemise over my head, over my new bra dropping down so the bottom rested mid thigh. I checked myself in the mirror. Well, didn?t look as good as she but, if I held my stomach in; it didn?t look all that bad. About then I heard her calling, asking if I needed any help. I didn?t respond verbally, just walked into the living room. She looked to me with a big smile, got up and gave me a slow hug. She stepped back, looked me over and said ?Not bad for a start, now lets finish it?.
She sat me down next to her table where she had set up many different colors of makeup. She had foundations, blush, eye makeup, and eyeliners, lip liners, lipstick and an assortment of brushes. I looked the items over, turned to her and told her I had absolutely no idea of where to start. She smiled and said that she would do it for me, this time. She turned the light all the way up then sat herself down on my lap, her legs straddling mine. I noticed that she was also wearing crotchless panties, which gave my body an immediate reaction. She picked up a brush, pushed me back in the chair, started leaning forward to apply makeup to my eyes then got a sly smile on her face. ?It seems that something is poking me,? she said. She scooted back to let what was poking her spring free then slowly slid forward trapping my engorged ?clitoris? within the folds of her womanhood against my belly. The lace of our panties formed a frame around the merging of our private parts together. The feeling of the warm, silky folds of her womanhood caressing my clitoris was just incredible. She gave me a quick playful kiss and told me ?Don?t get your hopes up, we?re just two girlfriends playing makeover?. ?Not a problem? I replied all the while thinking how easy it would be to lift her slightly and slip inside of her.
She had me close my eyes then started with applying liner and makeup to my eyelids. She would try a color, lean back to check it out then wipe it off and start again. Finally she got a color combination that suited her then she curled my lashes and applied mascara to them. Next she tried a couple shades of foundation to get the shade right for my skin color. When she had the right shade she continued to apply the foundation to my whole face with extra to cover my beard shadow and neck. When she finished with that she used a bit of blush to bring some color back into my cheeks. Then it was on to my lips with a dark liner and a generous covering of lipstick. As a final touch she brushed some powder on my breasts to help with the illusion of cleavage. I noticed that, as she was applying my makeup she would rock her hips forward and back occasionally. I almost made a comment when I noticed but thought better about saying anything. After all, it felt good to me and I could feel her wetness mingling with mine so I knew she was feeling it, her body enjoying it, as well. I was afraid that, if I mentioned anything, she would stop. When she had finished my makeup to her satisfaction she leaned back, smiling, and made me turn my head from side to side. With a smile and a quick peck she said ?Done? and slid slowly off my lap. I started to get up but she told me no, not time to look as yet. She excused herself to get something else, telling me just to stay there, no fair looking in the mirror as yet. When she returned she was holding a long wig. It was dark brown with auburn highlights. ?This should just about do it,? she told me as she sat back down on my lap, started brushing my hair back, setting the wig on my head and adjusting the way it sat. ?Perfect? she said, ?now you can look?. She rose and I followed her to the mirror. I have to admit I was surprised at the transformation. Not that I?d ever make a good-looking woman but I was at least passable. I looked closely at her makeup job; she had used a couple shades of blue for my eyes, which brought out the blue in my eyes and a reddish brown lipstick. As I was checking the results there was a flash behind me. I turned to see her with her camera, smiling at me. For a quick second I regretted buying her a digital camera. With the smile on her face and twinkle in her eyes I knew I was stuck. ?Your turn to model for me? she said. I resigned myself to a photo shoot as I thought of poses she might enjoy. She had me all over her apartment, by the mirror, on the bed, on the stairs and on the floor as she played photographer. I was just giving her a butt shot when I heard a soft ?what?s wrong now? from her. I checked the camera, as it wouldn?t take another shot. She had taken about a hundred and fifty shots and the card was full. Too bad I said, now we have to figure something else to do. Not yet she replied, you can put the pictures on the computer while I get busy with dinner.
She headed to the kitchen while I fired up the computer. I put the card in the reader, opened explorer, made a new directory then copied the files there. While she was busy with dinner I took the time to peruse the shots she had taken of me in my finery. There were a number of shots that looked fairly good; you couldn?t even tell the subject wasn?t a woman. Of course there were a number that it was unmistakable as my engorged clitoris showed prominently in them. Too many showed that I really needed to drop a few pounds. I did put a few of them on disk to print for her later and to save for myself. About then she called me to the table for dinner. She had put together a good salad, a nice piece of Halibut, green beans and a little chocolate torte for dessert. It looked scrumptious and tasted that way as well. We spent an hour or so toying over dinner, making little comments about each other?s attire and generally just enjoying our company. She looked so very cute toying with her food while trying to treat me like the lady she had made me out to be.
We finished dinner, dessert and rinsed the dishes. She then directed me to light a fire in the fireplace for atmosphere. When I got the fire going to her satisfaction she sat me down in a chair she?d moved close to the fire, opposite anther chair. She gave me a sly smile, a little wink then handed me a towel and some massage oil. I started to get up as I thought we were going to give her a nice massage but she pushed me back into the chair and told me to stay there, I would figure out shortly what they were for. She sat in the other chair opposite mine and opened her legs. The lace of her crotchless panties wonderfully framing the center of her womanhood as she started to touch herself. ?You like to watch, don?t you,? she said. Suddenly my mouth wouldn?t even form the words to respond so I just nodded. I watched as she started to please herself, her fingers forming little circles around her tiny clitoris. The fire reflecting more colors of red off her now damp pubic hairs she pleased herself, with me transfixed by the sight. My hand found the oil and I dumped a generous dose on my engorged clit while my other hand started to mimic her movements. I had to change my movements to account for the difference in the size of my pleasure seat but I managed. As I stroked myself I noticed she had brought out a vibrator and was now working the buzzing toy as she had been working her fingers. Her eyes closed, mouth parted slightly, and head thrown back I noticed her breathing becoming heavier and more ragged. I could see a flush starting from her breasts, building upwards to her face and slight low moans coming from deep in her body. My own breath was coming faster as well, my pleasure building as hers was. Suddenly the circular movements of her hands stopped, vibrator pressed hard into her by both of her hands. Her hips tensed, quivering as her orgasm washed over her. Small squeaks escaped from her lips while she reached the crescendo of her pleasure. The waves of pleasure subsiding, she gave a little shudder and opened her eyes. They sparkled like stars on a clear night, the reflection of the fire enhancing the fire in them. ?Like that? she asked? Oh yes, very much I replied. ?Why aren?t you done then?? she asked as she began to rise from her chair. I just shrugged and continued with my stroking. She came over to me, leaned down to bring her lips close to mine and whispered, ?Allow me to give you a hand?. As her lips met mine, her hand encircled my stiff clitoris. One touch, one circle around the head with her thumb and I erupted. I felt as if I was releasing myself to her, finally with her permission. She broke the kiss as my issue splatted against her leg. She had a look of surprise on her face as I gave a low moan while my pleasure peaked. As I looked into her face the surprise turned to a smile. ?I see you were ready? she said, ?and by the looks of it, it?s been awhile? as my creamy white liquid ran down her leg, soiling her stocking. She borrowed my towel, wiped her leg off and told me that the stockings needed to be washed anyway.
We finished my birthday celebration with a quick shower together. Getting dressed in my normal attire felt almost strange. As we said good night at her door she gave me a long kiss and a full body hug. Then, just as she was shutting the door she handed me a little bag. "See if these fit when you get home". I couldn't wait until I got home so I looked in the bag as I was walking away from her door. She had gifted me with the crotchless panties she had worn, still damp and fragrant from her excitement.
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