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Pink Bra
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| Rating: G | Add Review Read Reviews, Last Review 06/09/07 (2) | Added: 06/09/2007 |
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| Synopsis: | Adam falls deeper into the land of women's fashions as he struggles to hold on to his manhood against all womanly odds. | |
| Categories: | Chemical or Drug Induced Change Crossdressing / TV Stuck The Operation | |
| Keywords: | Breast Implants Castration Hormones | |
Hey all! Sorry for the long delay on Amy Part 2. It is a tough act to follow! I just wanted to make sure it was worth waiting for. Thanks for the positive feedback! I never dreamed I'd receive so much praise (and some noted criticism). Part 3 won't take nearly as long to finish as part 2, I promise! Also, Part 3 will be the final chapter in this story and Adam will make his final decision. Is he ready to accept his feelings and become a woman forever? We'll have to wait for that answer - in the meantime, enjoy part 2!
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Amy, Part 2
By Pink Bra
"Ma'am?"
Adam was on the bus looking at the buildings zoom by through the windows.
"Ma'am - excuse me, ma'am," said a gentleman for the second time trying to get what he thought was the attention of the young woman. Adam suddenly realized when he turned his head that the gentleman was trying to get his attention!
"Oh - I'm sorry. Do you mean me? Well, I'm not a, er..." paused Adam as he realized the implications of telling the truth. The young man interrupted.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"Oh, it's 8:35, sir."
"Sir? Call me Greg. I see you on this bus enough; I figure we might as well get acquainted."
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Greg," said Adam as he held out his freshly manicured nails. The girls at the shop had recently got Adam in the whole manicure thing. As the two young men shook hands, one was in the dark and the other a big anxious. Greg held on to Adam's delicate hand with a gesture on his face expecting a name from Adam.
"Your name?" asked Greg. Adam quickly answered.
"A-A-Adam."
The gentleman named Greg had a strange look of confusion on his face, as if to say 'are you sure?' Adam glanced a regretful, truthful face back at him. Greg understood.
"I'm so sorry - it's just that you look so much like a wo - woman."
"It's just my uniform for work. I'm afraid it's a little femme, but I have to pay the bills."
"A little?" said Greg as he saw the signs now: an adam's apple, slightly larger hands and feet and even a slight, slight sign of facial hair stubble.
Greg was then unresponsive and just nodded and shook his head, returning his attention to the newspaper. Adam awkwardly turned his head to the window again and continued watching the scenery flash by. He wondered if it was better for his own good if he didn't reveal his gender while in uniform. From any outside observer, Adam looked like any other cross legged, heel wearing women in the bus. If the feminine mannerisms obtained from working with beautiful women all day didn't convince people, the bra bumps and makeup probably did. Adam was sort of flattered though - this man was hitting on him.
The last little while of Adam's life had been very interesting. He managed to get a job at a lingerie shop at the urging of his friend and though he had his doubts, he really took to it. He never thought he'd be sitting here now wearing a women's bra and panties, short pants and a blouse. Of course, this was the uniform demanded to be worn by his employer. He wasn't kidding himself either though, as the makeup and hair was his own choice.
Adam looked at his reflection in the bus' window and held his hand to his modest chest and let out a sigh.
His boss, Gertrude, had been giving him what he knew was some form of women's hormones. He didn't mind too much as he strangely liked the small changes he had been seeing. Though regularly his body was only mildly masculine, he felt the feminine aspects flattered his frame. He didn't want to be a woman, oh no, but he figured these were temporary "situations" and he could always stop taking the "vitamins" Gertrude gave him.
"I don't want to be a woman," Adam whispered to his reflection in the glass, almost as if to convince himself it wasn't what he wanted. He fixed his hair with his hand as he noticed an imperfection with his makeup. He uncrossed his shapely, hose-clad legs and laid his purse down on his lap and found his compact. He recrossed his legs and focused on his visage, stoking the brush softly against his features. Finishing, Adam took a good look at himself in the compact mirror and placed it back in the purse. As he did so, he caught an uncomfortable glance from Greg. Adam thought about his current situation and wondered what his friends and his mother thought of him. He crossed his arms over his chest, stopping for a second as he felt the soreness of his budding breast and once again looked at the changing scenery outside.
Over the last few weeks he found that the majority of his old clothes had not fit quite as nice as they used to, so when he went to the department store on his days off, he would tend to drift towards more androgynous styles. He would start in the men's section and before he knew it, something across the aisle caught his eye and he would investigate. The other aisle would usually lead him towards women's fashions. While he admired some of the frillier and girly offerings, he stuck to the simple things, like shorts, slacks, shirts and vests. He felt they maintained something of a masculine aura so he could preserve himself from awkward circumstances like the one in the bus.
One day, Adam had decided to pick up some more summery clothes at the department store. He picked out what he perceived to be a gender neutral outfit and brought his pick to the counter to be rung out by the cashier.
"Is it okay if I pay with this credit card?" asked Adam as he held out his Visa to the girl.
"Of course! Is there anything else I can help you with, ma'am?"
"No, that'll be all," said Adam. As the cashier handled Adam's card, she noticed her mistake.
"Oh, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to call you a madam, sir. Or is that okay? Can I call you ma'am? It's just that...," said the cashier with a red face.
"It's....okay, you wouldn't be the first to make the mistake," interrupted Adam, with a slight look of worry. What did this woman think of him? He didn't like to deceive people. And he didn't want the people in the store to notice the exchange either.
"Well, you do look marvelous as a young lady, if you don't mind me saying... I had a friend make the 'change' and he, well, sorry, SHE, doesn't look half as good as you do."
"Well, actually, I'm not having a 'change,' I'm just, you know..." said Adam, at a loss for words. He didn't want to be in this awkward situation anymore.
"Well, I'm sorry for suggesting that you, well, I'm just sorry all together. Wait, actually, you do look familiar - do you work at La Petite Femme?"
"Why yes, actually," said Adam, as he felt even more strange.
"I love their stuff. I only buy my bras and panties there even though I have a discount here. I applied for a job there once, but never got a call back. I hear the lady that runs it is a task master."
"She's a nice woman."
"Too bad you can't take advantage of the discounts, eh," said the cashier in a strange tone, gesturing to Adam's chest, as he was obviously wearing a bra. Adam noticed the look.
"Oh, uh, well, you see..."
"It's okay, girl, don't worry about it. If you want to be a woman, don't hide it."
"Well, I like the clothes, the styles, and I like being friends with women in a more intimate way, but this all started with the job..."
"Wow, the boss there is tough," said the cashier jokingly.
"This womanhood thing was thrust upon me. I don't think I can ever get the change, but it is fun - fun while it lasts."
"Listen, being a woman is not all fun and games. You shouldn't take it so lightly and maybe you'll actually learn something about yourself. I don't mean to be rude, but I think you're into this deeper than you realize."
"Oh," said Adam, feeling he had just offended the cashier, "I didn't mean to offend anyone by doing this."
"It's okay - I think you need to make an important decision about what you are doing."
"You're right," nodded Adam as he put the credit card back in his purse, took his bags and left silently. The cashier watched him as he clicked his heels and walked out the department store.
"He's in this deep."
That day, Adam met up with Julie for a coffee date while wearing his new outfit. Though he tried to keep himself as butch as possible, he couldn't resist a little lip gloss and a hair band. He figured it was a windy day and he wanted to keep his hair in place.
"Looking classy," said Julie as they met at the café.
"Oh, these old rags? They're just some summer stuff."
"Well, they do look very comfortable. Do you like my new skirt," asked Julie, gesturing to her new pleated number.
"Yes, very nice, but don't you ever worry about the wind blowing it up or someone getting a glimpse of your panties?" Asked Adam.
"Not really, Adam. It's all a part of the game. Besides, it's easy access if you know what I mean."
Adam knew what she meant, but he was made uncomfortable by the idea for some reason.
"I'm surprised you have purchased a few skirts yet. You seem to be taking to womanhood pretty well. All you wear are slacks and shorts."
"Well, I told you before, Julie, I'm not looking to be a girl forever and what's the point of skirts anyways?"
"Well, whenever I wear them, I know I look good and I feel good. I guess they aren't for everyone," said Julie. Adam had been curious about getting a skirt and trying it on, but he had only worn one once before and he knew how they made him felt. If he tried one on now, maybe he wouldn't be able to 'come back.' Maybe it would change him somehow.
"I guess they aren't for me..."
"Anyways, how's it been lately? I haven't seen you in a few days," asked Julie
"Well, I had a few problems with people noticing me, you know?"
Oh, they can tell you're a guy?"
"No, that they can't tell I'm a guy. I thought I as pretty obviously a guy, but most people assume I'm a woman. I don't even put any effort into it. I just walk out the door and people are like, 'ma'am' and 'young lady!'"
"So? You look good. Hell, I'm starting to get jealous of you!"
"That's not funny! I thought I was a girl at work and a boy everywhere else! The worlds are crossing over and I'm not ready to deal with the consequences!"
"Of course you are! Look at how beautiful you are. The pills you're taking are making a nice difference and I'm proud of you! It's not like your getting a sex change, after all. You're just being a girl for a while."
"Do you think my mom knows about my changes?"
"You tell me."
"Well, I haven't seen her lately. She's been busy with work, but I don't feel like she needs to know about this," said Adam as he gestured to his budding, bra covered, breasts. Adam crossed his legs and took his purse out. He checked his makeup in his compact. Julie looked at him approvingly and with satisfaction.
"I think she'd love to have a daughter for a little while, Adam."
"You do? Thanks, Julie. I guess I just need to relax a little more and go with the flow."
Just then, the waitress came up.
"What can I get you two girls?"
Adam didn't say a word to correct his gender this time and he didn't even flinch. He held his hand to his chest and asked for a teat. He smiled knowingly to Julie who offered a smile of approval in return.
Adam rung up the sale for an older gentleman at the lingerie shop, took his cash, and gave him his change and receipt. The man was buying nice, new, white lingerie for his wife. Adam had helped him to pick it out.
"I hope your wife enjoys the gift!" said Adam in a chirpy, happy tone. "Thanks for coming by - have a lovely day! " His voice, as well as his mannerisms, had gained a feminine lilt. The man didn't notice Adam's nametag until now and awkwardly returned the gesture.
"Thank- you, um - A - Adam? Adam. Hmm, uh," the man muttered confused as he left. Gertrude had noticed the man's confused exchange and called Adam in for a brief meeting.
Gertrude, composed and friendly, but stern in a motherly way started the conversation with Adam.
"I have no complaints with you Adam. You've adapted well to the atmosphere of womanly delights here and I really admire you as a young man. You have gumption."
"Thank-you," said Adam quietly, his head turned down, eyes up. He had a feeling some kind of "suggestion" would arise.
"You have taken to all of my suggestions very well - even taking those vitamins. I can tell, your skin looks -"
"I know what the vitamins are, Gertrude," said Adam, interrupting Gertrude.
"Sorry?"
"It's okay. I kind of...I kind of think it's a good thing. While I work here, I think I need them to make me think more like a woman. I don't think I'd be doing as well here without them, and..."
"And," asked Gertrude with a strong stare.
"We'll, it's not permanent, I don't want to be a - "
"A what?"
"Well, a member of the fairer side."
"A girl?" asked Gertrude, playing dumb.
"Yes - I just figured it could be a temporary thing. Like, I'm going to adapt while I'm here and once I leave, I can go back to being regular Adam."
"Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry I didn't tell you the full effects of the pills, my dear, but I liked you and I run a very high end shop here. I can't take any risks, you see."
"Of course," said Adam, as he sat in the office, back straight, small pert breasts pushed out. He noticed his reflection in a large mirror and quickly fixed his hair. Adam became very conscious of his predicament at that moment, feeling a little strange, like a box was closing in on him. Gertrude interrupted his strange feeling.
"That brings me to a request I have for you, dear. I've noticed a few customers glance at your nametag. It reads 'Adam' as I'm sure you know. Well, I think the idea of a young man selling lingerie slightly disturbs some of our customers."
"I can take it off, if you need me to."
"But you wouldn't have a nametag anymore. Adam, have you ever wondered what your name would have been if you were a girl?"
"I don't know," said Adam, lying, as he had thought of it. Sometimes, he would sit at his mother's vanity, wondering what life would be like as a girl and then a grown woman. He called himself Amy in these fantasies. Fortunately, Adam had been living the fantasy partially, but he was afraid to take certain steps. He knew this was a temporary time in his life and that he should not get attached to this.
"Are you sure?" asked Gertrude, interrupting his daydream.
"Well - I think 'Amy' makes sense! I mean, it is close to 'Adam' after all."
"Very good, Ada - ah, Amy! I'll have a new nametag ready for you in a little while. And while I have you, I just need to mention your sales."
"Oh?"
"They've been fantastic. You're entitled to a fifty dollar gift certificate to anything in the store!"
"Oh, wow," thought Adam, knowing the store carried mostly women's articles and the men's underwear didn't fit him right anymore. He wondered what he'd buy.
"Now, run along back to work with the other girls, I am so behind in my work," said Gertrude as she escorted Adam out the door and gently closed it.
As Adam returned to his duties of organizing and folding and fixing delicate delights, Julie came over to talk.
"So, Adam, what did Gertrude want," asked Julie as she leaned against the counter pushing out her large breasts.
"Well, actually, is it okay if you call me Amy," asked Adam. Julie looked concerned.
"Pardon? Change of heart? Have you finally decided to, you know...snip snip?"
"No, no, no! Never! I'm a boy for keeps, I told you this" said Adam as he pulled at his necklace with his manicured fingers and balanced on his heels. "Gertrude and I just think that it would be better for customer service. What do you mean 'snip snip?'"
"Oh - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to suggest you wanted a - a sex change or something. That would be weird after what you already told me."
"Yeah, weird," chuckled Adam awkwardly.
"Well, I'd still be your friend if you had one, just so you know. We could be girlfriends instead of friends," laughed Julie.
"Aw, thanks, you mean it - um, oh, - It's just a job, after all. Anyways, Gertrude gave me a gift certificate to spend in the store."
"Really? How much?"
"Only fifty - I think maybe I'll give it to you. You can use it. What am I going to buy here?"
"Well, you should treat yourself. I mean, fifty can't buy you much here, but I'm sure some of the sleepwear is affordable. I mean, you might as well get something for yourself."
"I don't have any women's garments outside of my uniform and I'd like to keep it that way, you know?" laughed Adam while he smoothed his hands over his chest and adjusted his bra strap.
"Oh, don't be such a poo. Treat yourself. Didn't you tell me your pajamas were chafing your, you know? Chest area?" said Julie as she motioned to her breasts.
"Yeah, well, I guess some of the pajamas here are not too feminine. There are no customers at the moment, lets take a look!"
"Okay," said Adam as he and Julie walked to the sleepwear area. Adam fondled some comfy underwear he usually sold to older women. He figured the baby blue ones weren't too femme.
"Adam, I mean, Amy- you cant be serious. Those are for old ladies. Here check this out, it is absolutely adorable. And it's fifty dollars."
"I don't know. It is very skimpy and way too girly. Who am I going to wear it for?" Asked Adam.
"Yourself! Listen; if you are going to sell women's lingerie and clothes to people, I think you need to dive in more. Sure, you wear panties, bras and that uniform. Sure, you do your hair and have makeup and a purse, but that's it. Quite frankly, I think some of the other girls think it is not right that you don't know the merchandise better, you know?"
"I guess," said Adam as he held the garment up, "It looks kind of small."
"Trust me, they stretch and I can tell it will fit. I'm going to ring it up for you," said Julie as she snatched it from Adam's hands and processed the sale. Adam was a little worried that this would cause some sort of tidal wave of women's delights, he figured he could use this as a test. Julie handed Adam the bag and as Adam held it in his hand, he felt like he made a grave commitment.
That night, Adam took the bag up to his room and quietly closed his door. He wanted to try on the item he had purchased from the store. He removed his clothing, holding a hand over his privates. He wasn't too fond of them lately. They had not worked right and he felt an odd disconnection as a result. With his free hand he grabbed the soft new item from the bag. As he slipped it up his body and fixed it to the burgeoning curves of his body, he was very surprised.
"Ohhhh, it feels so nice," Adam said to himself quietly. It was different than his bra and panties. It was cool, smooth and more comfortable. As he made sure to tuck his penis properly, he unconsciously tied his hair into a ponytail and took a look in his large bedroom mirror. He loved his new teddy.
It was a soft, light color and very feminine. Adam liked it very much. He twisted and turned in front of the mirror in feminine ways. He kicked his legs back, he arched his back, he did everything he saw women do in movies and magazines. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing. He promised himself he would not go overboard. He promised he would only play the part, not become it. A tear came to Adam's eye as he realized a harsh reality of his behavior. Was he a woman? Or was he just 'into' the role like an actor practicing for a part? Adam wanted to kid himself as he sat down on his bed, brushing his hair out. No one would guess he thought of himself as a straight male at that moment, but that is what he wanted to think. He did not want that girl inside of him to take over. It would never work, he thought to himself.
"But it almost feels right," he whispered.
Adam's mother knocked at the door.
"Adam - can I come in? Are you decent?"
"N-No," said Adam nervously. He was almost caught in his new teddy. "Give me a minute to get decent."
"Okay, dear! Whenever you're ready, I just need to ask a favor."
Adam stepped out of his teddy regretfully, as a part of him wanted to stay in it all night. He pulled on a pair of his pink panties and was about to grab for his bra, but something got his attention.
"These look bigger now," he said to himself - "What will mom say?" Adam cupped his small, but noticeable breasts and was now ashamed of them. He knew his mother knows how he dressed for work, but he wasn't sure how he would explain a jiggling pair of breasts under his shirt. He could not throw a bra on now - how would he explain it when it was almost time for bed? Adam grabbed three of his tightest T-shirts and then threw on a comfy sweater. He then reached for a regular pair of his jeans. As he tried to pull them over his hips, he noticed that they were giving him trouble.
"C'mon, pants, you can do it," said Adam, jokingly but still frustrated. He was slightly panicked. He didn't feel like looking like a girl right now. He managed to get the jeans over his hips, but zipping them was another problem. He didn't notice his growing parts while wearing his pleated work pants and breezy work blouse. As he struggled to get the zipper up and the pants buttoned, he began to get more worried. Tears were forming at his eyes. After much trouble, he managed to get into the men's jeans, but there were no longer for him. His hips were just slightly too much. His behind had expanded too much.
"This is too much, too soon," said Adam to himself as he wiped tears from his eyes. He didn't have much mobility, but he figured he was presentable enough for his mother, whatever she wanted to talk about.
As Adam walked into the living room, a picture may have shown a young, but femme man, but a video would show an unmistakably girly girl. His girlish movements had become second nature. As he sat next to his mother, he crossed his legs and took note of his reflection in the glass of a cabinet. He fixed his hair. His mother was painfully aware of the situation.
"Adam, I just wanted to ask how you were doing. We don't see too much of each other these days. I'm busy, your busy - you know how it goes. I just feel like I've been neglecting you lately. I just want to let you know that I'm never too busy for any problem you may have."
Adam was unaware of his mother's recent observation of his unmistakably feminine ritual and look in front of her vanity.
"I'm fine, mom," said Adam as he held his unpainted, but well shaped hand to his flattened chest.
"It's just that I feel if there is a lot I can do for you. I am your mother, dear. And as a woman, I feel I can help you in many ways," said Gwen trying to choke back tears. Adam was not certain what she was trying to say, but he was too bothered by his own thoughts at the moment.
"Aww, thanks mom. You're going to make me cry," as he waved his hand near his eyes. This odd and feminine behavior was just adding fuel to Gwen's suspicions. She knew Adam was probably not going to budge so she reached in for a hug. Though Adam was wearing three shirts and a sweater, she recognized a certain softness around his chest. She tried to approach the subject from a different angle.
"Remember that one Halloween where you and Julie dressed up and I didn't recognize you for a moment?"
"Ummm, which Halloween?" asked Adam, feeling as if his mother suspected something. Like she was reading his mind.
"You know, the one where Julie and you dressed as...prostitutes?"
"Oh, well, we were...sexy stewardesses. She had ordered a Pilot's uniform for me, but there was a last minute mix-up, but I was a good sport. Remember? I told you," said Adam as he looked down.
"Well, I didn't recognize you, you know? It was funny and we all had a laugh. You looked just like a girl - don't take it as an insult. Julie did a good job - she's a pro, dear. I even kept a picture," said Gwen as she showed her son the picture.
"Oh, I look so awful. You can see my stubble there. Boy, that was a funny day," chuckled Adam nervously. Was his mother on to him?
"It's just that I feel the same way these days - Like I don't recognize you lately," said Gwen, doing her best to not show any tears.
Adam, still suspecting that his mother knew more than she was letting on remained silent for a period.
"Mom, I'm still me. I have not changed at all. You know, I'm working at a women's store for lingerie and I'm the only man. That has an affect on people. If you think I'm different, than maybe I am, but I'm only playing a role. I'm still he same old Adam, you know?"
"I know, dear. I'm just worried, is all. I don't know why, but I feel if you spend more time with Gertrude than with your own mom," said Gwen emotionally.
"I'm not a little...boy anymore, mom. I've...grown. I've...developed in ways...I can't describe to you. But people change. I'm always going to be your son, though," said Adam. He knew he was part girl at the moment, but he would be a full boy again. This was only temporary and he would go back to normal once he quit.
"Okay, dear. I trust you, Adam. I'm sorry, I just felt like you might have needed me. I understand that some things are better handled alone," said Gwen. But she didn't trust Adam. She had to know what was going on with him. And one way or another she would find out.
The next week, as Adam was at work, he was making sure the dresses were all organized and in presentable condition. As he fingered the material, he wondered to himself. Though Adam was working in a woman's lingerie store, wearing a woman's nametag, quite comfy in his bra and panties, he had never worn so much as a dress or skirt outside of a cheap Halloween costume. He was relegated to pants and blouses. As he looked longingly at the dress, he felt two kinds of guilt. The first one was minor - he felt wearing a dress would be too girly. He didn't need to. The second was stronger - he wanted to please the other girls in the store. He wanted to fit in. They wore dresses and skirts in and our out of work. He remembers how Julie told him he should jump deeper into the job. How could he sell these clothes to women if he had no real experience with them?
Just then Julie tapped Adam on the shoulder.
"Hey Amy, Gertrude's looking for you. I love your hair today by the way."
"Oh, thanks. I'll talk later - I have to ask a favor," blushed Adam.
As Adam walked into Gertrude's office, he noticed that she had a big smile on her face and her hands behind her back.
"Adam, since you were so kind to change your name tag to read 'Amy' instead of 'Adam,' I thought I'd reward you," said Gertrude.
"It was no problem, Gertrude. I'm already used to the name. It sounds...right."
"Of course, honey. Well, I think it's time you tried to fit in even more around here and I think it might be a change you will like," said Gertrude as she revealed a new uniform for Adam. It was a lovely blue dress.
"Oh, a d-d-d-dress," said Adam nervously. He wanted to touch it immediately.
"As you can see, it's not the skirt and blouse the other girls wear, it is more feminine and I'm hoping you'll be glad to have a cuter uniform. Personally, I can't wait to see how it fits."
"Of-of c-c-course. I'll try it on right now," said Adam, trying to hold some composure. He was practically in awe of a garment.
"Well, first, you may need different support undergarments. I have also set aside a new set for you," said Gertrude as she handed Adam a box with a pink ribbon on it. Adam undid the bow and became speechless. It was a full set of new white lingerie.
"A new bra and panties? Garters? A slip? This is for me?" asked Adam.
"Yes, you'll need a full set for your dress. When you wear a dress, dear, it's important to feel as feminine as possible underneath. And I was thinking of changing the uniform underwear to white. I figure you can test it out."
Adam felt as if he had been accepted further into the sorority of lingerie girls.
"Oh, it's so soft and frilly," said Adam as he fondled the new lingerie. He was losing himself in the moment and he knew inside that it was bad. He felt like it was a drug addiction, or something, but he didn't care. Not right now, anyways. He would deal with the moral aspects later.
"Why don't you put it all on, dear? I know it will fit. Let me help you," said Gertrude as she placed her hands on Adam's shoulders. The next few minutes were heaven for Adam. Gertrude took him into the private fitting room reserved for special customers. It was a dark room with lovely curtains and padded chairs. Everything looked soft. The mirrors were large and the lighting was just perfect. Adam had never been in this room and this made him feel very special. Like a very special girl. Adam was intoxicated and removed his male self from his mind. He was almost all girl in personality now.
"Alright, dear, you'll have to remove your clothes. You can place them there," said Gertrude motioning to a bench.
"First, we'll do the bra. I can't stress the importance of a bra for a young pretty woman. A good fit is very important." Said Gertrude as she placed the bra over Adam's bare chest.
"It feels so good," said Adam.
"You're breasts are coming in well, dear. You're a knockout," said Gertrude, manipulating Adam very well.
Gertrude reached for the panties.
"You're going to help with those too?" asked Adam nervously.
"Of course, we're all girls here," said Gertrude. "Oops, I keep forgetting about that pesky thing down there," added Gerty as she motioned to Adam's penis.
"Oh, yeah - that pesky thing," said Adam, almost forgetting he had one and experiencing a pang of regret for having to display it in front of Gertrude, as he pulled it between his legs.
"Would you like some tape, dear?" asked Gertrude.
"Y-yes, sure," said Adam. Gertrude grabbed a role which was nearby and did all the work for Adam. With the grace of a master, she artfully taped his penis into oblivion.
"I usually just tape it back. Wow, it looks like -"
"A vagina, right? It looks so cute on your body. You should always tape it dear," said Gertrude as she motioned for Adam to step into the panties. Gertrude smoothed them over as Adam marveled at his new underwear in the mirror. The way she tucked and taped him made Adam take notice of a certain special potential.
"Let's add another thing," said Gertrude as she turned around with a maxipad in her hand.
"Isn't that -"
"Yes, dear. A napkin. You don't need it but don't you think it will make you feel like part of the gang?"
"Oh yeah," said Adam as Gertrude undid the paper over the glue and pulled his panties back down. She stuck it to the crotch of the panty and slid it back over his body.
"How does that feel, dear?"
"Feels nice," said Adam as he smoothed a hand over his crotch - feeling the pad over his taped down penis. He was giddy. Gertrude then reached for the garter belt and strung it around his waist. She then instructed him to pull on the stockings.
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"Now, lift your arms up, dear, here comes the slip," said Gertrude. Adam felt as it he was being showered in femininity.
"Wow - it's so soft and cool. So smooth! Why didn't I start wearing this stuff sooner!" said Adam.
Gertrude finished the ritual by helping him into the dress. It was a blue number with a high hem. Adam thought it was positively adorable.
"Now, it's not the same as the other girls' outfits, but, because you're a boy, we just can't have it. Not right now."
"I understand. I love this dress. It's my first. Thanks Gertrude," said Adam as he found his 'Amy' tag and pinned it to his new dress. As he walked out of Gertrude's dressing den and into the main store, he was greeted by an applauding staff.
Adam was overwhelmed. For a while, he forgot he was a boy. And then he was scared. While Adam was considering himself, Gertrude handed him a folder.
"I want you to consider this. It's an...option I want to offer. I think it will help your sales and your confidence. I've offered it to many of my employees. I'll pay for the whole thing," said Gertrude as Adam began to open the folder.
He was shocked at the pamphlet inside. It read on the front cover, 'Breast Implants and the Modern Woman.'
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"You want me to get b-b-breast implants," asked Adam, shocked. "You'll look so much more womanly with them. Again, I can cover it, dear!" said Gertrude. "Wel, when,- um, I signed for this job as a short - breast implants on me?" "Who else dear? What do you say?" asked Gertrude. All the other girls were watching. Adam felt pressured to make a choice right at that moment. "I guess if -" |
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Suddenly, Adam's mother Gwen walked into the store. "Adam? Is that you?" |
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To be continued...