ransvestia

least embarrassed to wear a pink angora turtleneck and hip hugging wool slacks. Secretly I craved more and more each day to try on the skirts and makeup, but I never quite got around to broaching the subject to Joan or Penny. I had let my hair, not cut since my discharge, four months previously, grow and the girls had never made any reference to me not cutting it. I shaved closely each morning, washed my now long hair twice weekly and brushed it to a soft sheen. I had been feminizing myself without noticing, merely by assimilation, and although my hair was shapeless it hung softly below my ears and on my neck. The tickling was extremely pleasurable and I started tossing my head, as a habit without even noticing, so that I could feel the brushing against my face. One day, in late January, the matter finally came to a head.

I was upstairs tidying up as it was my turn, when the feelings I had been having about total femininity, aroused my curiosity to a peak. Lately, I had been touching the skirts in the closet, as I dressed, feeling their softness, and the flow of material, but today, I finally picked one up and held it to my waist. I walked over to the full length closet mir- ror, and was posing when I saw two more faces in the mirror. I spun around blushing and confronted Joan and Penny.

They didn't look the least upset and were both smiling. I wondered when you would finally do that, Joe. We've been noticing your habits, hair care, and so forth lately, and we knew that sooner or later you would be ready to go all the way. We haven't wanted to rush you, or push you in any way, but we'll be glad to initiate you into the complete mysteries of femininity if you're ready. All this time all you had to do was ask, but it's much better when you know that you are ready.“

“O.K., you two wise, wonderful females,” I said, I'm hooked on this life, so I'll just turn myself over to you and let you do what you will.“

The next two hours were heaven. My hair was shaped, bleached to a soft blond, and set in a soft wavy style. My eyebrows shaped, my body shaven. A bra, panties, nylons and a slip were caressed around my will- ing and waiting body. Then a blouse covered with flounces and ribbons, a soft A-line skirt, and pumps. A powder blue mohair sweater was draped and arranged on my shoulders. The taste of lipstick was introduced to me, and the softness of the sable brush as it added color to my eyelids and cheeks. The scent of perfume was applied and I felt weak, soft, and totally encompassed by my own senses and emotions. I was so happy that I was on the verge of tears. As I stood there, pale blue, longhaired and lovely and examined the girl that I had become thanks to the kindness