Indian boy get feminized by young lady in UK part - 2

She talked about her day as we ate and kept saying how good I looked. I looked down to see the tip of her high heeled shoe rubbing the exposed pantyhose from my short pants. I blushed and only said thank you. I went on to tell her that I was very grateful of her and all her hospitality and that I was also very thankful to her for everything. After dinner, she handed me my apron again and told me to clean up while she changed and relaxed awhile and to take the trash out. I cleaned the table and the kitchen, washing and putting away all the dishes. I was afraid to go outside dressed as I was to take the trash out. I slowly opened the door and looked out after gathering the trash. No one was in site and it was already dark outside. I hurried to the elevator hoping no one would get on while I was on it. After reaching the bottom floor, I ran to the dumpster in the back of apartments then ran back to the elevator. When I got on the elevator, some one got on with me. I tried not to look at them, but I felt like their eyes were all over me and what I was wearing. In my mind I figured they thought I was a flat chested woman or a man in drag. When I reached my floor, I hurried to the door and went in for salvation. Vicki was waiting in the living room reading a book and asked me how it went. I told her what happened and how I felt. She made a joke that maybe I should wear a stuffed bra and make-up next time to make a convincing girl so that no one would think I was a drag queen. I tried to laugh hoping she wouldn't make me do that.

As she read her book, she said that I should relax too and take my shoes off and watch some T.V. with her. Of course she had to watch a Lifetime movie. After the movie she told me to repeat what I did the night before and run her bath but she also wanted me to make her tea and turn down her bed for her, as if she didn't ask enough already. After which I took my own bath and shaved off any stubble I might have and washed my hair. I smelled like a flower shop and was as smooth as the day I was born. I returned to my bedroom to find another pair of satin and lace pajamas, this time they were red and also came with a matching long robe. I met Vicki and chatted as we drank our tea. She had poured and mixed the tea and hoped that I liked how she made it, letting me know how to mix it for her from then on. She said that I had done a good job on the laundry and asked if I had washed or worn women's underwear before. I replied that I never had until I moved in with her, in which she replied that I was a natural then. She said that I was free to wear what ever I wanted as long as I didn't ruin it and kept them clean. I thanked her and she went to bed, telling me I should do the same seeing that we would have a busy day tomorrow. I cleaned up the kitchen, went to my room, hung my robe, and went to bed. I passed out and again dreamt of the softness of my clothing and warmth of my bed and thought that my new life was beginning to take shape.

Chapter 4:

I awoke to Vicki shaking my shoulder to get my attention.

"Get up sleepy head. We have a busy day today and we need to get started. I'll lay you out something to wear again but you need to get in the habit of doing it yourself, until you can get some new clothes. Oh, and take a cold shower to calm down, you're making a tent in your panties. There will be no masturbating in this house."

I looked down to find that she had removed the covers from me and I had an erection. Vicki handed me the bath robe and a towel and pointed me to the shower. I was so embarrassed that I was blushing as red as my pajamas. I went to take shower and found deodorant, lotion and perfume setting out on the counter. I figured this implied that I use them as well. I took my shower which also helped me wake up and put my penis to its normal shriveled state. I wanted so badly to just jerk off and call it a day but was in fear of being caught and scolded by Vicki. After my shower, I put on the deodorant, lotion and perfume and wrapped myself in the robe and seeked out to dress myself.

On my bed I found a pair of black satin French cut panties with white lace around the waist, a black satin camisole with white lace edging, a pair of kaki colored Capri pants, and a baby doll t shirt with a scoop neck and a butterfly on the chest. Vicki found me staring at the outfit and said that it was the only manly thing she had that I could wear, pants and a t shirt. She also commented on how good I smelled and asked if I used her perfume and that it was hers but I could use it if I wished but that it was not cheap. I dressed and wore the ballerina shoes again. Vicki was already dressed in a similar outfit but wore a pair of strapped low heals. I brushed out my hair and put it behind my ears to get it out of my face. Vicki then asked if I had ever pierced my ears and recommended that I wear earrings seeing that it would bring out my face more. All of this female attire was starting to wear thin on me and I wondered how much more I could bear. I wanted to protest, I wanted to say no, but I didn't want to offend my landlady and all that she had done for me. I bit my lip and headed to the door with Vicki to begin our day.

We first headed out to get coffee, in which Vicki drove. She played country music and seemed to continue our getting to know each other chit chat. The next shocker came when Vicki order for me at the coffee shop drive through and got us two green teas saying that it would help me thin down and that I should look at losing some weight. I was compelled to tell her to get fucked but knew I would end up living out of my car if shit hit the fan. With our drinks in hand, we drove to the boutique and talked. Vicki seemed very interested in my past and my love life. I grew curious that I might have a snow balls chance in hell to get her into bed. She seemed so superior to me though and I figured I could only be her servant and roommate. I had heard guys at work give other guys a hard time that lived with a girl that they were not having sex with. If they only knew that I was living with a very beautiful woman whom I was not having sex with, and doing all her chores and bidding plus wearing her clothes due to her making me throw away my own clothes as they did not meat her approval. I would be laughed out of the crappy job I had.

Once at the boutique, Vicki told the girl at the front desk that we had an appointment. We were taken into the back room to first have our eyebrows waxed. I watched as Vicki was waxed and didn't flinch, but when it came to my turn I thought that I would scream from the pain. The completion was two very feminine thin arched eyebrows on both brows. How would I explain that at work. We were then led to two chairs where we sat to get our hair and nails done. As we sat, the beauticians went to work on us as Vicki sat with her eyes closed and relaxed. I didn't want to be there, to be feminized more and more. It seemed the more I was feminized that it would be harder and harder to reverse what was done. My fingers and toe nails were filed, all dead skin removed, buffed then fake fingernails were attached to my finger nails. As I went to protest Vicki looked at me and said that I could take them off if I didn't like them and that the experience was a good bonding technique for us. She didn't know how to bond with a male but that I should just embrace in the new experience and have fun with it and have fun with her. I once again bit my lip and hoped to remove it all once we got home. The ante was then raised when my fingers and toe nails were painted a deep red multiple times then toped off with clear polish to gloss the nails and make them shine. Why didn't I run away and sue for humiliation. All of the girls working on me knew that I was male in women's clothes, and I could hear them snicker at times adding to my humiliation. I couldn't wait to change into some sweats, remove all feminine traces and hide in my room.

As I sat and waited for my nails to dry, they went to work on my hair. Wide strips of my hair were brushed with an awful smelling goo and then wrapped in foil. I then had to sit under a hair dryer and watched as the women in the boutique watched me and smiled, as if I was getting a taste of what they go through on a weekly basis. After my scalp felt like it was on fire, my beautician came and escorted me to a chair to wash my hair out. After the wash, I was set up right and my hair was cut and styled. After the long ordeal, I was turned around in the chair into the mirror and found that my long black hair now had blonde highlights and was styled like a teenage prom queen. I now had bangs and layers in my hair that were teased giving my hair volume. I looked like a flat chested 20 something year old woman. I looked at Vicki to find her almost clapping at the finished product. She said that I looked wonderful and hoped that I liked how I looked adding that I could reverse it all later if I wished. Vicki then called over one of the girls and I heard them talk about something to do to me. I was then sat back down in the chair and had both my ears pierced with two gold studs in each ear lobe. To this day I don't know why I didn't defend myself and stop what was happening. I figured it to just be the way Vicki liked to bond and that she liked me enough to be more than just a roommate. Delusions of granger I suppose. As we went to leave, Vicki paid for all that was done to us both and leaned over to me and said that I would repay her with favors and duties. She now had even more to make me do for her. It felt that I was more and more her servant.

We ventured out to find that I was getting quite a lot of attention due to my new look. I couldn't get use to the long nails and the attention they drew to my eyes. I had difficulty doing simple task like opening the car door, putting on the seat belt or the worse was getting dressed and using the bathroom. We drove to a restaurant for lunch and ate as we talked. The more things we did throughout the day, and the more Vicki paid for me, the more things I would have to do to repay her. She said that I just needed to be available to her wishes and commands no matter the chore. I felt all my manhood drained from my body as I grew more and more in her debt. I grew fearful of what I would have to do for her, but I just agreed that I would do what ever she wanted to repay her for all her generosity and kindness. We ended up doing a little bit of shopping as she said that one can never have enough clothes and shoes. After a few hours at a mall, a lot of stares at me, and very sore feet, we left with couple thousand dollars worth of lingerie, shoes, clothes, make-up, jewelry and perfumes. The day was said to not be complete with out a frozen yogurt and a trip to a book store. Vicki got a couple books and we left for home in a car smelling like new clothes.

Once I unloaded the car for Vicki, I was told to put ALL of the new things from the mall, excluding a couple items, in "my" dresser and closet and then put on "my" apron and prepare dinner. I was in shock; she bought all those women's clothes for me to wear. It seamed that I would be kept feminized. When I went into the kitchen I found that Vicki had placed all the receipts from the day on the refrigerator along with my work schedule as a reminder of what I owed her and what days I would be doing her bidding. How would I now save up to get new male clothing and find a new place to live, and how long would I be living with her? After I prepared, cooked, served and ate dinner, Vicki "ordered" me to clean up and then run her bath. As Vicki bathed and I finished my household duties, I sat for a couple minutes and thought of my new situation. I figured I should stay and repay my dept, get to know a hot chic, and live in a very nice place with low rent despite the feminine attire. I had to admit the clothing was very comfortable and that I looked hot. I never thought I would end up dressed in women's clothes and liking it. I began to feel sick to my stomach that I was gay or something and what would my father say if he saw me. No, this couldn't go on. I'm a man and men don't wear women's clothing, my father's words in my mouth.

Vicki returned in a very sheer satin robe to find me still wearing the lace apron. She asked if I would massage her back. This was the sign men look for from women to signify you might get them into bed; I couldn't have been further from the truth. As I lotioned and massaged her neck and back, she commenced in "girl talk." She talked about a guy at her worked she liked, her family, fashion tips and normal conversation. I got a few good moans out of her when I rubbed tender areas which got me immediately hard. She wore nothing but a towel over her bottom as she lay on her stomach on her bed.

She then had me turn around as she covered her self in her sheer robe and asked me to then massage her feet. She had a high bed which meant I had to kneel on the floor to rub her feet as she sat at the edge of the bed. Her skin was so smooth and she seemed to react to every touch with a moan or her biting her lip. Watching her made me so horny, knowing that she was naked under her almost see through robe, I wanted to take her.

I then looked up to find Vicki staring at my crotch. I looked down to see the bulge in my pants. Vicki then grabbed one of my arms and pulled me over her lap before I could attempt to struggle. She held me down with one arm as she pulled my pants down to expose "my" panties and commenced in spanking my panty clad ass with extreme force. She just kept repeating that I was not aloud to be erect in her presence or home. I sobbed and cried as she spanked my feminized ass. After which, Vicki let me up and apologized for having to spank me and hoped that there ware no hard feeling, but that she had warned me previously that same day about having an erection. Furthermore, I would need to try to act as ladylike as possible when I was home and in her presence, and that she was not use to males and had requested a female in her ad for the apartment for a reason. I told her I was sorry as she wiped my tears from my face. She added that she was not resentful that a man ended up living with her despite her wishes to have a female, but that I would just need to act feminine for her seeing as she doesn't know how to live with a male.

My erection was completely lost as I went to pull up my Carpi pants only to find that the soreness of my butt and the material of the pants made it very uncomfortable to wear. Vicki saw this and went to my room and return with a black skirt, saying that it would be more comfortable to wear. She assured me that it was ok to change in front of her remarking that it was just "us girls." I stripped off the apron and Capri pants and adorned the skirt taking notice of how girly my legs and feet looked. I replaced my apron and began to drop back down to my knees to continue Vicki's foot massage before she stopped me and told me to fetch her make-up case. I ran to the bathroom to retrieve the case while the skirt fluttered as I walked briskly. Vicki said I took off so fast that I flashed her my panties and laughed.

When I returned, Vicki patted the spot next to her on the bed and had me sit down. She opened her make-up case and sat out to apply the cosmetics to my face. She smoothed on little foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lip liner and lip stick. She then ran out of the room to return with some small hoop earrings, removing one stud from each ear and replacing it with the hoop earrings, then topped it off with a few sprits of her perfume and dubbed me Donna. I looked at my new self in the mirror in aw of what I had become. Despite the lack of breast, I looked like an honest to god woman. What would my mom and sisters say if they saw me? I had always gotten teased for being small and effeminate. Now, I sat and stared at a lovely female that was the same person that use to pull up girl's skirts at school, pop there bra straps, try to get laid at bars and poke fun of women's ways. Ironic that I now reflect that which my object of desire and reticule, and live with a dominate woman whom I served for cheap rent.

Vicki noticed, as I did, my only flaw, the lack of chest I had, and order me to remove my shirt and camisole. She left the room only to return with the bra that matched my panties and a black velvet box. In the box ware C sized silicone false breast and a jar of adhesive cream. Vicki said that they were here grandmother's that had gotten breast cancer and despite the removal of her breast, still died from it. Jesus, what women go through? Vicki placed the breast on my chest and outlined them with an included marker that matched my skin tone. Afterwards, she removed the breast and applied to adhesive to the outlined area, then proceeded to attach each breast to my chest. She held them on me while the glue dried. After about 10 minutes, the adhesive was dry and Vicki let the breast hang freely from my chest. I immediately took notice to the gained weight applied my chest and complained that I had no idea that something as beautiful as a female breast was so much trouble. Vicki laughed and added that that was why they wear bras and that women with larger breast can develop back problems. She then fed my arms trough the bra straps and wrapped it around my chest and fastened it in the back. The after effect was realistic looking breast and cleavage. I began to get hard again and hoped that Vicki would not notice, then accused myself to the bathroom to "look at my self better," and also tuck the bulge in my panties from out of sight. The end result, staring back in the mirror was a woman, a stranger, and myself all in one. Vicki came in and found me staring at myself, she came behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and welcomed me to womanhood.

We ended up staying up all night talking and drinking hot tea. I couldn't get over how I looked and I was constantly given compliments from Vicki about her "creation." She remarked that while I was dressed that way, we would gain a deeper relationship as girl friends other then me being some guy in her house. She went on to add that she had never lived with a man, and only lived with other women in college. She knew that women have more compassionate relationships than men do and that we should endure it to grow closer as roommates. If dressing in drag and doing a few chores will keep me in the presence of such a beautiful lady, fuck it. It sure beats living with some pot head that can't pay his bills on time, and lives in constant filth. I would keep it a secret from everyone I knew and endure the situation just so that I would not have to struggle anymore.

My "when in Rome" philosophy kept me in spirits to continue the charade. After I cleaned up our dishes, cleaned up the living room and turned down Vicki's bed, I bathed; I shaved, and pampered myself then went to my room to find my nightwear to sleep in awaiting for me. The breast forms had not come off during my bath signifying that they were indeed attached which also made me worry when they would come off. On my bed I found a pink bay doll nighty, pink satin and lace thong panties and a matching robe. I bit my lip and figured such feminine articles of clothing would only be worn behind clothes doors. After I dressed, I went and told Vicki goodnight in which she complimented my nightwear that was similar to hers. She seemed to be dressing me as she did. As I turned to exit her room, she called my name and I turned around to see the flash of a camera. She said the picture would be a memento of my loyalness to her and she would cherish it and never share it with anyone. She then asked me to curtsy as I left and blew me kiss as I complied, I then closed her door and went to my own room. As I crawled in my satin sheets, discarding my robe, I looked down at myself and what I had become in only a few days time. I was a convincing woman created by a beautiful real woman for her pleasure. I slowly drifted off to sleep, recalling the events of the day. I now had a female wardrobe, was completely feminized, spanked and cursed with attached breast forms which seemed to not come off. How long was I to stay like this? I had to return to work in a few days and didn't want to go to work as Danielle but as my male self. The softness of my outfit, my shaven body and my smooth sheets were like nothing I had ever felt before. Disregarding the guilt I felt of wearing such things, I grew envious to those that got to endure such wonderful things. I thought that maybe I should just enjoy my new attire and its entire splendor due to that fact that I had never worn such comfortable garments, and wondered where they had been my entire life as I fell fast asleep.





To Be Continue...................

Indian boy get feminized by young lady in UK part -1

This is my first attempt story. I found that on net and make a few thing change for more fun, i think u like it

Chapter One:

U r life getting Change. when you least expect it. When it comes, u don't know what to do, and then your life is altered before you realize what has happened. About a year ago, I was being evicted from my apartment and i almost losing my job. I could no longer afford where I was living and needed to move fast. but i know what to do so basically I do that what most people do; I began searching for my new home through the news paper and online ads. It seemed that everyone wanted more than I made at my low income job and I had begun to lose hope. After 2 weeks of online ad searching, I found something that sounded promising.

"Room for rent in 2 bed apartment, $300 a month and no deposit. Low rent for exchange of total household chores and services. I am a 35 year old business woman and I need someone to look after my place and myself. Female preferred but not specified. Room available. Call for appointment. "

I figured that a few chores would be worth paying that amount of rent, and I needed to move within a week or I would be homeless. I immediately called and ended up leaving a voicemail message. I didn't hear back for a few days and I began to get scared and desperate. Just as I thought I would be living out of my car, the woman from the ad called me and I scheduled a time to come by and see the place the same day. She requested that I buzz at the front gate and ask permission to enter when I arrive. I figured her for an old fashioned woman.

The map directions from the internet said that it was a few miles away. I decided on a nice button up shirt, slacks and brushed my long hair into a pony tail and headed out the door. After driving in traffic for an hour, I arrived at a nice looking apartment building and parked in the street. I buzzed the apartment number and waited for her response.

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's Divyesh, I phoned about renting the apartment. May I please come in?"

"Yes you may, please come up. I'll see you in a second."

The door buzzed, and I went into the courtyard and then to the elevator to her apartment. I knocked on the door, and when she opened it I nearly fainted. She was dressed in tight blue denim jeans and a tight black low neck baby doll t-shirt that showed off her rounded breasts. She had long black hair that was placed in a bun on the back of her head. I began to speak and stuttered a little.

"H-H-Hello Vicki, I-I-I'm Divyesh."

She giggled a little. "Well hello Divyesh, very nice to meet you, would you like to come in?"

"Y-Y-Yes please." I shook her well manicured hand, and then entered and she shut and locked the door behind me.

"You seemed to be very well mannered Divyesh, I like that. I was raised in the Asia and respect those that know how to treat a lady. If you were to stay here, I would prefer you were respectful and well mannered. Is that a problem?"

Seeing as I didn't have many other housing options, I knew I had to play this the right way. I figured I would try to treat her as she wished and try to quote a western I had seen to maybe make her laugh.

"Yes ma'am that would be fine with me."

"Oh, I like that answer. Makes me feel like I'm back home. Let me show you the rest of the house."

She escorted me around the apartment, pointing out my potential room, living room, dining room, kitchen, bathrooms and laundry area. She said that her room is a private place and she would show it to me once I established her trust. She made a joke that if I was female she wouldn't have a problem showing it to me. We then sat down at her table to discuss the living situation. I would be required to do all the chores of the house including the cleaning, vacuuming, laundry, watering of plants, taking out the trash and whatever random tasks she needed. She went on to say how she was away on business a lot and liked her place to shine with or with out her presence. She would be very strict about it sense it would be part of the rent that the house be cleaned. The more responsibilities I took on, the less rent I would have to pay. The conundrum being that if I took on my chores I could not work as much and would have less money to save up and try to find another place, as I figured it would be a temporary home. As I didn't have much time to find another place, I figured I could stay there a few months until I was back on my feet. She applauded me becoming her new roommate and taking on what she called "women's work" to stay there. I told her I didn't mind and I was glad to have found such a nice place. She asked that I sign a contract that stated our agreement on rent and chores. I signed without reading it to get the ball rolling, and with that she welcomed me to my new home.and i pay my rent for room, She take money and shook my hand to seal the deal.

after that they take me in kitchen. and Vicki starting a making a tea they ask me about me and my family.so i tell her everything about me and my family.

let me tell u about me.i m divyesh Patel from India  i m 25 yr old doing job in UK  i m small gay for my age. only 5'6 and slim, i always like to grow my hair so it's going to below my solder  my whole family stay in India  so in UK i m alone  i come hear for make some good money for my skill. i earned well in few month and i stay alone in my rented room. but after few month past easily and after some good time, bad thing r waiting for me. and i lost my job, and i starting found new job for me. but i did't find right one for me so i starting a job as a waiter in motel. they provide not inuff money for me and i did't like like to waste more money to pay highly rented home, so i think found new low ranted room for save money. so now back to the story.

in the kitchen so sat in table and enjoy cup of tea. and chatted for while at that time Vicki compliment about my hair.
she come near me and lose my pony tail and rolling her finger on my hair.u have nice thick black hair divyesh. she exclaim
i sat their in silence. after few second.  i lifted my chair and thank her about her compliment i and re arrange my hair in pony tail and ask her for leave. and i start my rented car and draw off to my apartment.

On the way home, I could not get her image out of my head. When I got to my apartment, there was an eviction notice on my door which didn't faze me in the lease as I would be out in a day or two to live with a beautiful woman that is 10 years my senior. I decided to just pack what I needed like clothes, personal belongings, CD and DVDs and my laptop computer as the new place is fully furnished and I wanted to leave as soon as I could. I packed up my car with all I could fit and decided to leave the rest. I awoke the next day for work taking anything else I could think of, and left my old apartment and life forever.

Chapter 2:

After a little five hour shift at motel, I called Vicki and asked if may come by to move in what little things I had. She agreed and I headed to my new home thinking of how I was lucky to have found such a steal of a place. Driving through traffic after what seemed forever, I arrived at the new apartment and asked if may enter once again. I then carried the few things I owned up the apartment which only took two trips to my car.

Vicki asked that everything go into my new room and be organized in the dresser and the closet, which she helped me do. As we got everything settled into its new place, she would comment on my clothes or belongings stating whether if it was in good taste/condition or not. She then began to make a pile of things she said I no longer needed and should get rid of or replace. I sat and watched as old faded or torn clothes, holy underwear, collector's items she called toys, and shoes I had worn way past there prime were piled on the floor in the middle of the room. She asked me to retrieve some garbage bags from under the sink in the kitchen. When I returned, she had discarded more items. I didn't want to argue with her and then be in fear of being homeless, so I let her continue. What was left were my work clothes, a couple pairs of underwear, a few socks, two pairs of shoes and a few pairs of sweats to clean the house in. Everything that was discarded, she told me to put in the trash bags and throw away. She went on to say I was starting a new life, a new relationship and I should get rid of the old and live in the now.

I took all of my and her trash down stairs and returned to find her still in my room organizing things. She said that I had to share the dresser and closet with her things in that she had a lot of clothes and hoped I wouldn't mind. I was trying to keep an open mind of everything and assured her it was no problem, but in my mind I was trying not to freak out. My underwear was in the top drawer with her extra lingerie. My socks were placed in a drawer with her extra pantyhose, stockings and garter belts. My clothes were hung in the closet amongst her extra dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes. Once everything was put away, we sat down and she went over what needed to be done everyday and the rules of the house. I would be in charge of the household duties and listen to her request and to be well mannered and respectful to her. Anything not done or done right would resort in a penalty which would be more responsibilities. Nothing seemed to be hard to handle I agreed to her wishes thinking she was doing me a favor of letting me stay in such a nice place for such little rent. Vicki ordered some food to be delivered and we sat and talked to get to know each other. She asked me about my life and I asked about hers.

I found that she was a VIP at a big corporation and worked most of the time. She had moved to the big city to pursue her career and came from the south where she was an only child. She didn't say much about dating but did say she was once engaged to an abusive man and deemed to never be the one on the low end of a relationship again. Vicki had a very powerful feel to her yet very feminine and proper. I envied her confidence and composure and felt that I was lower than her being I was less successful than her and was at her mercy. She asked that I run her a scented bath, clean up the food mess and dishes while she prepared for bed, and asked that I do the same after I was finished. I slapped myself as I remembered I had left my hygiene utensils at my old apartment in which she said I could share with her and that it would be a nice change to the musk scented soups and shampoos I was use to. I couldn't help but feel thankful to this woman for her hospitality and thought the least I could do was fulfill her wishes, what ever they may be. After starting her bath, I cleaned the dining room and kitchen and then went to prepare myself for bed.

Vicki took a long bath then came to my room to tell me the bathroom was all mine to use. She was only wearing a terry cloth robe and had her hair wrapped in a towel. She was beautiful still, even after washing all cosmetics from her face and wearing such attire. She told me that I should first cover my body in a depilatory cream to remove all body hair. to enjoy the full pleasure of a warm bath. She said that a nice smooth and clean body is the best thing to feel after a hard day at work. A strange request I thought. I went to the bathroom and locked the door, found the depilatory cream, stripped and covered myself from neck to toes and sat for 15 minutes to let the cream do its job. While I waited, I ran myself the same type of bath I ran for Vicki thinking that I mind as well endure in all the new luxuries. After a while I began to get fidgety as the cream began to burn a little. As soon as the clock in the bathroom hit the 15 minute mark I jumped in the bath and proceeded to rub off all the cream with a wash clothe after which a sat and enjoyed the warm soothing bath water and smells. I washed my hair with Vicki's shampoos and conditioner. I got out of the tub to then turned around and drained the water. I found another terry clothe robe hanging on the door and wrapped my own hair in a towel. On the sink counter, I found some astringent and cotton balls that seemed to be left out for me to use as well. I cleaned my face, washed out the bath tub of soup suds and hair, wiped up wet spots in the bathroom and dubbed it clean.

I entered my room to find some clothes sitting on my bed. I figured Vicki had left them there and forgot to put them back. Lying there was a pair of pink satin bikini cut panties, pink satin pajama bottoms and a pink satin and lace trimmed spaghetti strap top. I gathered the clothes and found Vicki sitting at the dining room table drinking some hot tea already dressed for bed in a long black satin night gown and a long black satin and lace robe.

"Hey Vicki, you forgot your pajamas in my room."

"No silly, those are for you. I noticed that you didn't have anything to wear to sleep when we put your clothes away, so I got some things that you can borrow of mine. Do you like them?"

"Well they are very nice, but they are women's clothes, and I normally sleep in my boxers and a tank top shirt."

"Well I find your normal nightwear to be daft and I would hate for you to expose yourself while walking around here in boxers. Why don't you just wear what I got out for you until you can get some of your own?"

"Well okay, but just until I get some of my own I suppose."

"Did you also use my things I left out for you in the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Well they were also women's things and they didn't kill you did they? In fact come and let me have a look at you."

I went to her for what seemed like an inspection. She rubbed and commented on my smooth hairless skin and that I should stay like that from now on, stating I looked better than being a hairy monkey. She also loved that we smelled the same and commented on how good my skin looked using her face cleaner. She remarked that I should look at getting a manicure, pedicure and having my eyebrows waxed and that many men nowadays were doing the same. She said that she could get me an appointment at the boutique that she went to and we could go on the weekend, which was only two days away.

I went back to my room to change. I found that satin has an amazing feel on hairless skin. I felt that I was robbed of such a wonderful feeling my entire life. I couldn't believe that something as small as another gender's clothing could feel so good. I then felt ashamed and disgusted to be wearing such clothing. I was a man and shouldn't wear such things, but it was only until I got something better and it would be in the privacy of my new home. I exited my room slowly, as I felt shy to be wearing a woman's clothes in a woman's house. I found Vicki still at the table. She thought I looked wonderful and asked my how I felt. I told her the truth that it felt great but I felt like an imposter. She said that it didn't matter what I wore and I was still a man, and that clothing doesn't make the gender, what's downstairs does. She went on to say that everyone wears the same clothing, it's just cut and dyed differently and some genders favor some fabrics more than others. Her words and her kind tone soothed me and made me feel more comfortable in my new clothes and home. We sat and drank tea until she went to bed in which I did the dishes and went to bed my self. The bed was covered in pink and white satin sheets, pillows and comforter. The feel of the bed along with my satin pajamas and smooth shaven skin, sent me into a deep relaxing sleep where I dreamed of the events of the day and my new home and roommate.

Chapter 3:

The next morning, I awoke and the entire previous day seemed like only a dream. Once I caught a glimpse of my attire and surrounding, I knew it all to be true. I went into the kitchen to find Vicki in a dressing gown about to make coffee.

"Good morning Div boy, nice PJs. Did you sleep well?"

Trying to stay in her good graces, I responded, "Yes ma'am, I slept great." i also found that she cut my name and make a small.

"Good to hear. do u like Ur name. yr original name so long so i make it small. do u like that  nodded in yes. because i don't care about it. Listen, why don't you make this coffee and set a place for me and you at the table. For breakfast, make us a couple bagels with cream cheese while I ready for work?"

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, "Yes ma'am, coming right up."

"You keep up with that 'yes ma'am' and might keep you around for awhile. Also, don't forget to wear an apron; I don't want my clothes ruined. Be right back."

I put on the apron I found which was a white satin with lace trim and long ribbon which I had to tie in a bow, then I sat out to make the coffee and bagels. Once breakfast was ready, Vicki came back wearing a navy blue dress suit with a knee high skirt, pink satin camisole under hear jacket which hugged her breast, nude colored stockings and blue three inch heals. She had her hair in a bun again and wore long silver earrings, a pearl necklace, a gold women's watch and a silver bracelet. Her make-up was very conservative but accentuated the beauty of her face. I felt in a trance to this woman. She picked up her coffee cup with her long slender hands with long red painted nails.

We chatted as we ate breakfast. I told her I was to go to work later. She said that sense I enjoyed them so much, to wear her panties that wear in the dresser in my room to work and from now on, until I got some new underwear. She went on to say that while I was in the bath the night before, she cleaned out more of my clothes which consisted of my boxers, socks, and under shirts. I already knew she didn't want me to wear boxers in fear I might expose myself, but couldn't figure why she disposed of my other under clothing. She said that they were daft and that I needed new ones and that I could borrow hers until I got some of my own. She must have thought that I could afford new clothes at the time, but truth be known I was broke after I already paid her the first month's rent. I would have to wait to buy new underwear and clothes. I sat and stared at her after her request and what she had done the night before. As I began to protest, she started running her long nails along the inside of my satin covered thighs, while she commented on how great it felt if that it would be our little secret. She added that no one should be without the comfort of nice underwear and that I looked amazing in her lingerie. How could I say no?

She left me to go to work and I sat out to ready my self for work. I went through the drawers of the dresser in my room to find some blue satin panties, a matching camisole top and some navy blue knee high stockings that I could pass off as socks. The panties had a thin layer of lace trim around the edges that I hope no one would notice under my clothes. I dressed in my normal work clothes, cleaned up the breakfast mess, did the dishes and went to work. All day at work, I was aware of my new underwear and thought everyone knew I was wearing them. I was glad to only be working another short shift. When I went to the restroom, I was careful to not let anyone know of my panties. I also felt a small connection to all the women at my work being that we might be wearing the same underwear. After work, I raced home to find that Vicki must have come home at some point and left me a note.

"Hi Div , Please change into your sweats and put on the apron and put your hair into a bandana and do your chores. I made an appointment at the boutique for us for tomorrow. Please wash yours and my laundry in my hamper. Please be careful with my undies and wash in the delicate cycle. Dust the apartment, wash all the windows, water the plants, vacuum and cook the dinner I have prepared in the refrigerator at 5 p.m., then put away the washed clothes and divide all the panties, bras, stockings, pantyhose, garters and camisoles into our dressers. I will be home at 6 p.m. and I expect all to be finished. Please wash up and change into the clothes I sat out for you for dinner, put your hair into a ponytail and sit two places for dinner. xoxo, Vicki"

I immediately changed and saw the clothes that she laid out for me to wear for dinner on my bed. Laying there was a pair of black women's slacks, a white satin low neck blouse, white satin and lace panties and matching camisole plus a pair of nude pantyhose and a pair of black ballerina's shoes. I thought the outfit to be extremely feminine, and thought it to be an odd request. I figured she wanted me to be dressed nicely for dinner and the only nice clothes I had were my work clothes. I changed clothes, put my hair in a red bandana, put on my apron and sat out to complete my chores. I went into her room to find her clothes hamper. Her room was very feminine and smelled of her. Everything had its own place and was very clean. This was a very tidy woman. I found her hamper in her closet along with a huge collection of dresses, skirts, blouses, jackets, high heals slacks, coats and some boxes. I grabbed the hamper and collected my dirty clothes from my room which was only the things I had worn the past two days. I put all the regular clothes in the washer only leaving the underwear, put in the flowery scented detergent, started the load and went on about my chores.

I went through the duties on the list until the time came to change clothes and start dinner. I put away all the laundry and distributed all the underwear between our two dressers as requested. I changed into my clothes that had been laid out for me, made sure my bed was made. As I was putting the plates out for dinner, Vicki came in. She commented on how beautiful I looked and once again asked me how I felt. I told her I felt good but I would have to get use to my new underwear and the tight fit of women's clothes. She said I would learn in due time to appreciate and become accustomed to women's clothing. I didn't quite understand what she meant and hoped that the clothing change would only last until I could afford some new clothes of my own. She commented on how great the place looked and suggested that I should light an incent in the apartment when I was finished to make the place smell good.





To Be Continue......................