My girlfriend, Susie often wanted me to go places with her, but I would refuse saying it was for women to do. You know .. grocery store, clothes shopping, etc. Likewise around the house, the cooking, laundry, etc.. She often told me I was an insensitive, male chauvinistic pig. One day, Susie told me she was fed up and I'd better change. We had been invited to a New Year's party and I procrastinated till too late to get a costume. She got mad and told me I was going to wear some of her clothes and go to the party as a girl. I protested. She said if I didn't she was going to leave me. She is not one to make idle threats so I decided to humor her. Okay I said, after all no one was going to be there that I knew. She instructed me to shower, shave, and spread this creamy stuff all over myself, then re-shower. I did so and all the hair on my body went down the drain. She helped me into a lacy bra, panties, garter belt, hose, a silky slip, and stuffed two large water balloons in the cups of the bra. She tried several dresses on me till she found one that fitted me to her satisfaction. It was clinging and tight but actually comfortable. She slipped on and fastened my high heeled pumps and told me to walk to the vanity. And to her amazement I did so quite well, considering they had 4 inch heels. I sat improperly and she chastised me for sitting in an unfeminine way. She then plucked my eyebrows into a thin arch, applied a foundation, rouge, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and highlighter, lipstick, and a long blond wig. She combed it, fastened some clip on earrings, and a necklace on me and decided I was ready. She touched up her make-up and we left for the party.

The party was initially uneventful. No-one paid any attention to me, until she started telling people that I was a boy. Then I got comments like, " I would have never known!" He's so feminine., He's so pretty!, Nice Legs!, He walks in those high heels like he's done this before, and my girlfriend would say, he looks better in that dress than I do! and so on and so on it went. I got tipsy on pink champagne and remembered flashes.

The next day, Susie, my girl, told me how I started acting the part when I got tipsy and somebody took a lot of pictures of me, and that they would send us some pictures. Sure enough about three weeks later we got them in the mail. I couldn't believe it was me.

A few days later, Susie told me I was going grocery shopping with her. I said no, that was a woman's job. She said okay, get dressed, and held up a blouse and skirt. I said no way. She said I would if I didn't want my friends to see my New Year's costume. So once again I showered, shaved and naired. I dressed and she made me up. At the store I pushed the cart, but soon found myself actively involved in making decisions on price verses quantity and such. She made shopping fun and I actually forgot I was dressed as a woman for a little while.

Back home she thanked me for my help and rewarded me with some really good sex, you could say she pussy whipped me into doing her every bidding!

Some time later she wanted me to go with her to get a new dress, and again I found myself decked out in her clothes, not mine. It was an un-eventful experience also, as no one paid any attention to me. But back home, sex was once again extra special.

About a week later I again found myself at the grocery store, wearing a dress, high heels, make-up, wig, etc. Afterwards the sex was good again, and I found my self looking forward to it. The next week, she told me we were going to have to go shopping tomorrow. Before she got home I started to get ready. I cleaned up, picked out a blue dress, white pumps, a white purse and jewelry, and got ready. I carefully applied my make-up, selected a light brown wig, put a cute ribbon in it, and awaited her to come home. When she did she was pleased. She complemented me on my selections and got ready herself.

One day she told me it was time I helped around the house. Because I had said it was women's work in the past she insisted I wear a wig, bra with tits, a smock, panties, and low heels at the least. She also insisted I wear long glue on fingernails while I help with chores and I must take care of them. Our next, shopping trip was to a specialty uniform shop. Susie told the salesgirl all about how I was her little she-male servant. How I pampered her, did the housework and needed an appropriate uniform. They really enjoyed picking out a little French Maids uniform. It had a skirt that came a little past my cheeks, and was a satiny black fabric. It was complete with gloves, hat, apron, choker, all trimmed in lace. she also came up with some fishnet hose and a garter belt to complete the package. It was real sexy, and fit me perfectly.

To save money she decided that I would start using her soap, deodorant, perfume, etc. at all times. I hadn't got a haircut in some time and one day she decided we were going to go to a beauty salon together. It was just barely to my shoulder but the beautician managed to make it look really feminine never less. I actually enjoyed her shampooing my hair and told Susie so. That weekend I spent the whole time in Susie's clothes and actually found myself playing the part of being a girl and actually found myself enjoying it! We went to dinner, movies, even a bar for drinks, with me looking like a girl, and I'm sure even acting the part.

The next time we went shopping for clothes, I found myself looking thru the dresses rack, when Susie asked if I had found anything I liked. And since I had, I showed it to her. She told me to try it on. So what the heck, I did, and it was just perfect, so I bought it. It wasn't long until one day I decided it was fun to shop for clothes, and not long after that I discovered I had a whole closet full of my very own dresses, blouses, skirts, etc.. And I had a drawer full of my own bras, panties, slips, nighties, etc. I have learned to put on my own make-up quite expertly, and fix my own hair (which was now past my shoulder blades). I often braided my own hair as well as Susie's. Susie and I could do many things as girlfriends and we both enjoyed it. She now had someone to help her with the groceries, and a girlfriend to shop for clothes with and go to the beauty salon with. The housework and laundry was a breeze with us both doing it. We enjoy doing it together so much so, that we went back to the same shop and got Susie the same cute little maid's uniform. It seemed to put us in the spirit to work. Later, we catered a party for a rich old lady and the word got around about the two cute girl's in The French Maid Catering Service and soon we had enough work that we could both quit our regular jobs and cater full time. We added a video and photo service with weddings our specialty to our work calendar, and soon the extra money just seemed to flow steadily in. Not having to work as a man anymore, I no longer had to have Susie braid my hair into a ponytail to go to work. I started to wear women's wear all the time. I also could fine tune all the details, like keeping my eyebrows arched real fine, which would look odd on a fellow but a girl would be prettier and more feminine. She said I was more sensitive when listening to her, and seemed to understand her better.

As time went by, our businesses continue to be raging successes. My femininzation was supplemented with hormones and my very gestures and manners I refined to what I considered an art. I actually seemed to be getting some small tits, and my hips seemed larger. Perhaps my hips seemed larger because I was on a diet and my waist was getting smaller and I bought several successively smaller waist nippers to help nature along. In fact, I became so wrapped up in my own feminization, I didn't notice our sex life was now almost none existent. On several occasions she attempted to initiate sex, but for one reason or another, it just didn't happen. It seemed like one of us either had our hair in curlers, or a headache or you know, whatever. She commented on several occasions that I seemed to be becoming a woman, which pleased me, but seemed to flusterate her.

One night she didn't come home and when I questioned her, she became elusive and vague. Several more nights out and I confronted her first with anger and then by crying. Finally she got fed up with me, and told me that I was no longer a man, that I was more woman and a girlfriend. We argrued, and she said stuff like, "Look at You, you've got almost as much titties as I do, why you need to get a C Cup at least, those B cups bras are overfilled and stretching. She went to the phone and made a call. We were arguing when the doorbell rang and she answered it. He was tall, very handsome, and very strong appearing. Susie introduced us, and he walked over to greet me. I offered him a limp, feminine wrist, and he kissed the top of my hand. Susie rolled her eyes upward and gave me her that's what I expected of you look. She explained to him she just wanted me to meet him and that she would see him tomorrow, and with a kiss he left.

Then she turned to me and said, "See, I expected you to react to my new stud like a woman would, and you were perfectly feminine!" I said, "Well what did you want me to do, beat him up? After all I am wearing a sheer blouse and a mini-skirt, and these high-heels would be kinda hard to fight in, ya know!" Then I put my hands under and cradled my breasts and said, "Do you really think I need to get a C Cup bra?" She ignored what I said, and said, "no she didn't want me to fight him, because I was more girl than boy and that she herself could probably beat me up if she wanted to." That she was going to continue seeing him and she didn't want another word out of me about it. She said she wanted me to continue to do what we both knew I enjoyed best, to be a woman, and to be her best girlfriend. Then she turned and walked off to bed. I stayed up and thought about everything. I decided to call a bra shop tommorow and get a proper fitting for my growing boobs.

The next morning I told her I agreed with her, and we hugged and cheek kissed each other. She said she intended to go out with him and try to get him to fuck her. Strange, I thought, I don't think I really mind. So I smiled and said we had better go to the beauty shop and get her looking her best. So we made a day of it, getting pretty and shopping for some new sexy clothes. When he came for her, I hugged her and whispered in her ears that I wanted all the details in our first real girl talk when she got home. She looked shocked, and then smiled weakly, and slowly nodded yes. He put his arm around her and walked her to his Corvette. I made some popcorn and a Martini and watched an old romance show on television. I found myself wondering what it would be like to have a man fucking me. To have him sliding a big penis in and out of my pussy. To have my tities slapping his rock hard chest. To scratch his back while his massive strong hands held my tiny waist. To wrap my smooth silky legs around him and squeeze that prick while adding to the pounding motions and rotating my hips slightly. Also to get my boobs wrapped around a prick, squeeze them together, and have them fucked till the creme shoots out on my neck and face. On the movie they started french kissing and I made little mental notes what I would do when I became a woman. WHEN I BECAME A WOMAN!!! WOW I THINK I JUST MADE A DECISION! Yes, Susie was right, I want to be a woman, so I decided it would be so. When she came home, we both put on frilly little baby doll nighties and went to bed. She told me about her night, everything except the sex. I had to insist on the details and we giggled and went on like two schoolgirls. Then I told her of my decision. She sat up, turned on the light, stared me in the eyes and asked me if I were sure. I said yes, we hugged, and she said if that is what I wanted then she would support me. We had plenty of money in the bank and she knew who to call tomorrow to get the ball rolling. We hugged again and went asleep.

As I was already successfully in living as a woman, the doctor's did not require the normal long waiting period to decide if I really wanted it. However, it still seamed like forever before I got my breasts. 38 KK's went well with my 23 inch waist and 37 inch hips. I loved the way they swayed and felt. Susie bought me one bra to wear when we went shopping for more. I bought the sexiest ones I could find. Some were lacy, some were like little shelves, some were so sheer as to be like nothing at all, some left just my nipples exposed. Then, of coarse, I need some new dresses to show off my cleavage. Golly, I felt more like a woman than ever before. I knew I was ready for the final act of becoming a woman, the removal of my manhood and the new womanhood to be put in it's place.

I awoke to Susie standing over me smiling. I could feel nothing down there, but she was smiling and said it went perfect.

Some time later... I still had to wear a little device to keep everything from closing up, but the doctors assured me the wait would be worth it. Susie had been through 3 boyfriends but now seemed to have found one she liked. He was a smaller fellow and seemed quite timmed compared to the rest. I loved to wear sexy, revealing clothes around him, it amused me to arouse him. After all, I needed the practice of getting men to lust for my body, to tease, flirt and get erections with clothes and actions. I bought some teddies and other really provocative lingerie, which I intended to let him walk in on me and "surprize" me sometime. One day, however it was I who was surprized when I walked in on them. They were both fixing to go out to dinner and a movie, Susie said. I couldn't take my eyes off him. They were both wearing mini-skirts, high heels, and well everything. He looked really good and I told him so, he blushed and we laughed. I asked if I could go and Susie said sure, so I went and put on a mini-skirt, a sheer blouse which didn't really hide my cradle bra and cleavage. I put on some dangle earrings and exaggerated my make-up. In the car Susie filled me in on their escapades, and it sounded like me all over again. I wondered if someday he would want become a woman.

Susie's boyfriend became Holly. It wasn't long and he moved in the apartment next to us. Soon he was helping in our catering business. His first little maids outfit seemed natural on him. We both worked to feminize him and he never wore men's clothes. We discovered he was really good at fixing our hair and caring for our personal needs. He did our finger and toenails, our facials, our make-up, well, all our beauty needs. I thought nothing of walking into the room totally naked, he didn't react any different than I'd expect a girl to. So I wasn't surprized when one day Susie brought home a big stud and introduced her new boyfriend to us. Holly burst out in tears and ran to his apartment. I smiled and told Susie to go ahead and have fun that I'd take care of Holly. They left and I went and knocked on Holly's door. It was open so I went in. He had removed his dress and wig and was on the bed sobbing. I sat beside him and gently rubbed his back. I talked about how it seemed he enjoyed being a girl. that he should not let it bother him that a friend wanted something he no longer wanted to give, that he should be happy for Susie. We were a team, three girls, three friends. That I knew that being a woman was more important to him than male sex, and if he just stopped and thought about it, it was probally important to him too. He sat up and looked at me. " How did you know, I mean,..." he stuttered. I explained I hadn't seen an erection on him in some time, even when I was topless and wearing only sheer panties. Also the way you dress and act when your totally feminine. Every detail is important to you like it would be to a woman. As far as Susie and I are concerned you are a woman. A woman needs a man inside her occasionally. I smiled at him and he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. I slapped his rear and told him to get dressed, we're going out too. I decided this needed to be a special occasion so I picked out some extra sexy dresses. I put some extra padding in his bra, and put his make-up on extra carefully. A long sexy wig, cascade earrings and necklace, and ankle wrap high heels, and he was a real fox. I dressed to kill and we girls headed out for a night to remember.............

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