A New Life - Part 1

 

A  New Life - Part 1

 

You may recognise me from my very popular cam-girl webcasts, however it may surprise you to know that I have only been doing it for 3 months, and it will shock you to learn that 6 months ago I was living as a guy named Paul.

Things all changed for me, one evening when I got home from work. My then girlfriend Nikki, called me into the living room.

“Tell me straight, and don’t lie, have you been putting on my things again, despite me asking you dozens of times not to ?”. she asked.

“No honey, I haven’t” I replied.

“Don’t lie to me, I know that you have been prancing around in one of my dresses and heels. You see I have set up hidden cameras in our bedroom, and here is the proof” she said, as she handed me her phone with the video on it. “ I warned you that there would be consequences if I caught you again, didn’t I, well now you are going to have to deal with them. I have taken some time to consider the best way to deal with the situation, my initial thoughts were to stick a blonde wig, some oversized tits and long fake nails on you, stuff you into a tiny dress and a pair of stripper heels, and dump you in a seedy part of town” I gulped.

“But then I thought maybe just have you dress up as a girl but still looking like a guy and bring you out for a night, but I figured if you liked so much looking like a girl best have you looking and acting like the girl you feel you should be.”

I started to protest.

“Well in that case you won’t mind me sharing these photos of you then. “ Nikki said, as she handed me some pictures that were , to me anyway, obviously photoshopped. “ I think you friends and work colleagues would love to see how good you look in your little frilly dresses”.

“No don’t please” I begged.

“Well then this is how you can stop that from happening.

Firstly, you will move out of the main bedroom into the small spare room. Second, as of now in there, you will not have access to the clothes I have assembled a small selection of clothes and stuff for you in your new room. Thirdly, you are no longer my boyfriend, for now you will live as my new FEMALE flatmate.” Nikki said, with emphasis on the word female. She let that hang there for a minute, letting me take in the gravity of the situation I was in.

I had little choice but to agree.

 

I was then let go upstairs to check out my new accommodation, and new life. I was slightly nervous as to what lay ahead of me, in terms of what Nikki had selected as my new clothes. Thankfully when I opened the closet for the most part it was what any normal woman my age would have worn with one or two slightly suggestive outfits due to their skimpy nature, however I did notice that all my footwear had at least 2.5 inch heels.  Opening the chest of drawers the lingerie was a mixed selection of styles too. In the corner was a full-length mirror, and beside the chest of drawers was a small vanity with mirror on which stood some perfume and make-up items. The room had been painted in a light pink colour, and the bed spread was a lemon sateen style.

After about 5 minutes Nikki followed me up and enquired what I thought of her work.

I let out a mumbled reply along the lines of it is fine I guess.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear that, you need to annunciate better, women do not mumble but speak clearly and precisely”. Nikki said.

I replied again.

“That is better, now strip please”, Nikki said. I meekly complied. “Okay good I see we do not need to get you to shave those legs, for now, but I think a touch of pink on those nails would look well. But first, head to the shower and wash off that man smell for the last time.”

When I returned from the shower, Nikki instructed me to put on the padded bra and panties that she had selected for me to wear, along with the crop top and skirt. She then said that my toe-nails needed attention, and soon they had a coat of pink lacquer on them. A few minutes later I was walking around in a pair of heels. Nikki looked me up and down, and then said that it wasn’t quite right yet, a touch of lipstick later, and no she still was not happy. She then told me to remove the padding from the bra and she replaced it with ne a cup size bigger. “Much better” she said “ Well we now need to give you a new name, I can’t very well keep calling you Paul can I , well I could if you want.” She said with what sounded like a laugh. “I’d like it if you could call me Jessie please”, I responded. “Very well, since you asked so politely, Jessie it is, so soft and feminine sounding too” Nikki said. “

We went downstairs and ordered in some take-out, and Nikki put on a chick-flick for us to watch, I guess that I would have to get used to watching these and not action movies from now on. When the movie was over, Nikki said that I should go to bed as I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow, and I needed to be fully rested.

I was woken early the next morning, well when I say early it was 8am, but it was Saturday. Nikki gave me some of her more worn clothes, saying that it would be best for what we were going to be doing that I be comfortable but also that it would not matter if the clothes got accidentally damaged.

“Now that you are going to be dressing and acting like a girl, you should be looking like a girl. I have booked you in for a full day’s treatment in this salon, where you will get a full makeover.” She said.

I was a little sacred at the thought of this, I mean what would they think of a guy going in. But what I did not realise was that the salon was one that catered for male clientele that wanted to appear female.

 

I emerged several hours later. I had not seen myself yet, as Nikki wanted me to get home and put on one of my new dresses and heels, so I could see the full effect. What I did know had happened is that my eyebrows had been plucked out, and a semi-permanent tattooed one put in. False lashes were stuck on, I had a small amount of lip filler injected in, and the lips were then also stained pale pink with a semi-permanent make up tattoo. Small amounts of filler were injected into other parts of my face to round it out. My ears had been pierced three times each, with a small diamante stud, a small hoop and larger hoop below that. My hair now cascaded down below my shoulders in a full wave style, and was dyed a sort of auburn red. Finally my finger had a set of acrylic nails on the end of them in an almond shape, they extended about an inch beyond the tip of the finger, and were painted a purple to pink fade. Finally a full body spray tan was done to bring me from that pale white to a sunkissed glow. Nikki could hardly believe her eyes when she saw me emerge, I could see the double-take she did, and mini gulp. Once we got home I noticed that the mirrors had been covered up to prevent me from seeing myself for now. A quick change later and I was standing apprehensively in front of the full length mirror waiting to see what I now looked like. Nikki filled it over.

It was my turn to do a double take, there was no possible way anyone looking at me would not take me to be a girl, well till I opened my mouth to speak that is.

“Now we have you looking like a proper girl, the next thing to address is that voice. Open wide” Nikki said. I did so, it was just easier to do without questioning at this point. She sprayed a fine mist into the back of my throat , and a few seconds later my voice had increased in pitch, to sound more feminine. “That’s a bit better, you need to use this twice a day for now, to maintain your new voice, just until you get used to taking this way” she said.

I looked again in the mirror, damn I was hot, in fact I would have no hesitation in trying to pick up a girl and fuck her if she looked this good.  A tear started to roll down my check, and Nikki asked what was the matter, did I not like how I now looked after her spending all this much money on me. I replied that I really did like how I looked and that I was very sexy, but that was part of the problem, I was very turned on by how I looked but the bit of manhood between my legs would not stand to attention.

“Oh, there is a simple explanation for that” Nikki said in a very matter of fact way. I waited for her to continue.  “ That would be due to the hormones you have been taking”, Wait did she just say hormones. “What hormones” I asked sharply. “The ones you have been taking daily for the last month, about the same dose as a pubescent girl would generate naturally. It takes a while for the body to show the effects, I guess now your manhood is feeling the effects.” Nikki laughed. I was still trying to process this information. I realised that I was now really screwed, this wasn’t some sort of punishment that was going to last a couple of weeks, this could be forever.   I mean how had I been given them, were they put in something I ate or drank ?, how much more of them did she have, what if she upped the doseage.

That evening a couple of her friends dropped by, and Jessie was introduced to Emma, Steph and Tiff. Nikki explained that Paul had to go away for a few months and in the mean time she had decided to take in a flatmate  What followed was a typical girls night out, some drinks, some food, more drinking, and finally off to a club. Her friends never twigged that I was only on my second day being a girl, and for that matter neither did any of the lecherous drunken guys who tried to feel me up in the clubs. When we got home my feet were throbbing, it was only then did I realise how uncomfortable wearing and dancing in heels really is. The following morning Nikki was making fun of me, and how all the guys were swarming around me, and trying to kiss me etc. Just as well I did not have a phone  they could call me on.

At this point I realised a couple of things, I needed a new phone, I needed money (well I still had access to my old accounts but I could not exactly use my cards in any shop), and I needed a job.

Thankfully Nikki mentioned that Steph said she knew the manager of a local restaurant and would be able to get me a job there as a waitress or she also knew the manager of a local hotel where they were looking for chambermaids. Great I thought so either I have to work in a maids outfit but at least I will be wearing flats, or have to put up with jerk customers and wearing god knows what. 

Nikki found the whole situation very funny. “well you could work from early morning to midday, and have the rest of the day to yourself, if you were to work in the hotel, and you get to wear a little maid outfit too. “ she said. 

I asked her “Do you know which place was looking for a waitress? ”. “Well there are two likely candidates one is the local club, there you would be wearing a white blouse, black mini skirt, black nylons and 4 inch heels, and be serving drinks all night to guys getting drunker and drunker, who would then be trying to pinch you bum as you go by etc, or else it could be..” she paused intentionally and waited , and waited.“Or else, where “, I said naively “Hooters”, Nikki said with a big smile on her face.

Well it was indeed Hooters, and being the least worst option I reluctantly started working there.

to be continued in part 2