A New Life Part 2

 

Part 2

 

The days and weeks flew bye, Nikki, Steph, Tiff, Emma and I went out most weekends to a bar, or for a meal, or just have a girlie night in watching some crappy rom-com whilst drinking wine and munching popcorn. For the first few weeks Nikki would mention that Paul had phoned her / sent flowers etc, but then this stopped and she started to talking about the rows she was having with him, and he may not be coming back, though in part that much was true. I was becoming accustomed to my new life, my new clothes etc. My vocal chords had tightened to their new position, and I was talking like a girl without the spray . I was also noticing more physical changes in my body. It had been two months since that fateful day, but now I nearly no longer needed to shave my face at all, it had quickly gone from being every second day, to once a week, to once this month. I seem to definitely be developing extra fat deposits around the bum and hips. I think my legs are getting more toned and shapely, but I put this down to being in heels all the time. My skin is becoming softer, and my natural hair growing faster, but most noticeably is the unmistakeable growth in my breasts. I was already up to a B cup. Oops almost forgot about my manhood, well it would be easy to forget about it since it is now barely there, it has shrivelled up so much due to the hormones I appear to be still taking ( I still am at a loss as to how, there must also be some sort of testosterone blocker in there too).

 

Another month passed, and this marked another serious change in my life. I got up that morning and weighed myself, as I did once a month. I had dropped nearly 40 pounds over the last three months.

Looking at myself in the mirror I could see that my hair, was down beyond my shoulders, and needed a trip to the salon, likewise I could do with a touch up on the semi-permanent make-up.

My tits were now approaching a D cup, this would be larger than they ever were even when I was fully padding. My manhood was now no bigger than a walnut. My butt and hips were round and much more resembled a woman and with my smaller waist I had lost my boyish figure.

I booked myself in for an appointment at the local salon, to get my hair and nails done, along with a touch up on the semi-permanent lips and brows. No going to the previous place this time I would be going to the regular salon.

I arrived back from the salon, my nails now a bright orange colour, but slightly shorter than they had been, my hair is now a light blonde shade, I decided not to get a new set of replacement false lashes, and the eyebrow makeup has been applied slightly fuller than it was. My lips are also slightly more pumped than they were the first time, but not to an obvious extent.

I go up to my room to drop my bag and coat off, and that is when I can hear noises in the main bedroom, the door is mostly closed but I hear the muffled voices “uuggh agggh, oh yes, yes…stop wait did you hear something …don’t worry she won’t be back for a while yet,…oh yes, yes, don’t stop “.

I quietly creep down the stairs with my shoes, coat and bag in my hand. I then wait a few minutes, and then open and close the front door, and shout out “Nikki, are you home, I got finished up early, come see my new look”. From upstairs comes “Oh Jess, em, I’ll be down to you in a few minutes, I am just changing, make us both a cup of tea will you, I can’t wait to take a look”. 

A minute or two later, I can just about hear the sound of two people kissing, and the front door, ever so gently closing over. Then Nikki walks into the kitchen, and coos and aahs at how I now look. She then tries to butter me up for what I fear is to come, by getting me to stand up and twirl around etc, and remarks on how I have filled out and look so natural a woman now. She then says it probably best I come off the level of hormones I am on as they appear to have done their job, and that in the three months since she first told me I was on hormones I have probably experienced the effects a normal girl would have during her full puberty.  “If you want to stay as Jessie, you probably will want to stay on some level of hormones and if not don’t worry, I am sure the effects will eventually wear off, your breasts will shrink back, your ass and hips will shrink back too, your hair will grow at its normal rate, and just maybe your dick will grow a bit. That is of course if you decide you want to return to being Paul. In any case I am going to give you these I am no longer going to hold them over you as a threat”, and with that she hands me the videos and photos, and a sworn promise that these are the only copies.

“What has changed, why are you giving these to me now?” I asked.

 

“Well it is like this , you seem to have fully embraced being a girl full time, you are getting on with your new life, you have a job which you seem to like, you have gotten yourself a new look, but I feel slightly guilty about the state I have put you in. You see due to the cocktail of drugs you have been taking your manhood has shrivelled up so much that it cannot be used in a vaginaplasty, as there is not enough material there. In other words it is almost impossible for you to have a full sex change operation if that is what you had thought of in the future. Also I want you out of the flat by the end of the month. I have a new boyfriend, we have been seeing each other the last two months, I think you know him actually , he tried feel you up at the clubs once or twice, anyways he is going to move in and I don’t think it a good idea for you to be around, it may get a bit awkward and uncomfortable.” Nikki said. 

I reply “How the hell can I ever go back to being Paul, you have completely changed me into the woman you see before you. It would take an age to undo all the effects of the hormones, if they ever get undone. I can only go looking for a new place as Jessie for now, that means I will have to stay like that. When I was Paul I used get a thrill out of putting on some lingerie under my normal clothes where no-one could notice and go out to do my normal days’ work, dressing up fully and full time doesn’t have the same thrill, that is what annoys me more than anything you did to my body”.

 

Trying to find a new place to rent that was, affordable, in a decent enough area, in a decent enough state, that wasn’t a shoebox was next to impossible. However Tiff mentioned that a friend of hers had a place to rent out, as her flatmate was moving out. So I asked Tiff if she could introduce us and I could view the place. We went over two days later, and the first thing that struck me was the security to get into the flat, the door had a camera above it, and it looked fairly sturdy, inside the front door there were two strong locks. After a short chat and a tour of most of the place, Amber said that if I wanted to move I could, but there were a number of house rules that would have to be agreed to in advance. I enquired as to how much the rent would be, and was shocked to hear that it was as cheap as it was for the location and size. I was secretly delighted as I would be saving money on what I had been paying and my room would be bigger too. I then asked what the house rules would be. Amber replied “No pets  no guests without prior notice, no men..” so far so good I thought “the bedrooms and ensuite are private and can’t be entered without the persons permission, the communal living room / kitchen and smaller bedroom are wired up to web-cams, these activate at 9pm at night until 3am the following day. When moving about in these areas all the girls are expected to either be in lingerie or other skimpy outfits from the wardrobe, and a pair of heels. All girls are expected to be on camera for a couple of hours each night, and if any guy wants a private chat you use the small bedroom to help him with his release. This is why the rent is cheap, 20-25% goes to the rent, the rest we share, except for the tips of which 50% is shared and 50% goes to the person who earned it”.

I thought for a moment about it and said “ so basically we are being paid to perform on camera every night to help guys jerk off almost like a stripper would, albeit in the safety of our own place”. “ I suppose that is one way of looking at it, well do you want to live here or not” Amber snapped back.

I agreed. Before I moved in that weekend the first think I had to do was purchase a gaffe so that my teenie tinie weenie would be covered up properly and appear to look like a pussy, especially if I was to be walking around semi naked most of the time.

The problem with being good as a cam girl is that I am spending a large amount of time in the private room the nights I am rostered I could spend the whole night in there, considering the amount of money I am bringing in the other girls don’t really have a huge issue as between the three of us we need to cover off the 6 nights a week we operate so in effect we are supposed to do 2 nights of private each. 

The downside of being this popular is that I can’t really go outside too much without a heavy disguise as in the past girls have had unwanted advances from guys who had been seeing them via webcam and wanted some physical and private ‘therapy’.

So that pretty much brings us to where we started, oh almost forgot, tomorrow is going to be a big day for me, I will be legally putting Paul behind me and be forever more officially known as Jessie.