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One day, I mentioned to my wife that I never entered her anymore, and she asked me which I liked better, this way or the old way. I responded that I really liked oral sex better. I didn't realize at the time that this was to be a permanent condition and that I would never again penetrate my wife sexually. My mood changed for the better. I was happier being busy than being idle. I no longer focused on being unemployed but was eagerly looking forward to a new and different career.
The weeks went on. The second and third weeks were on different types of nails. We learned about oval nails and ceramic extensions. I found the extensions the hardest, not only to install, but also when they were on me; the additional length of the nails caused problems. For example, with the nails so long, I found it difficult, almost impossible, to operate the zipper on the fly of my trousers in order to go to the bathroom.
When I brought this to Anna's attention, she said that the only solution she could think about was that I wear a pair of her slacks. While they had no crotch opening, the waistband was elasticized so that I could pull down the slacks using only the thumbs of each hand. That night, I tried on a pair of her slacks and found them only slightly shorter than my pants, and that indeed they would do the trick. The following morning, when I was getting dressed for school, I discovered another problem.
Anna's slacks had no pockets! Again, Anna had the solution. I will have to put my wallet, handkerchief, car and house keys, and other stuff into my purse. I was also given a little change purse; otherwise, any change would settle to the bottom of the purse, and if I needed change, I would never find it. By this time, I was developing a hard skin when people saw my manicured hands, and with my wife's constant approval, I began not to care what strangers, who meant nothing to me, said when they saw me.
But I must say that up to this time, such was minimal. Most said nothing at all. My added personal items made my purse too bulky to carry under my arm as I did before, so I put the straps of the purse on my shoulder and off to my car I went. From that time on, I carried the purse that way. When I arrived at school with my purse and slacks, if anyone noticed anything out of the ordinary, they didn't say anything to me about it. I must say that Anna's slacks fit me better than my old ones. I expect that is due to the fact that without pockets to carry stuff, the material can shape around your body better.
In the meantime, the hairdressing part of our curriculum was about learning scalp conditions and the hazards of over-dying or having the dryer on too long. By now, my hair was curling around the back of my neck, and my sideburns were long enough to brush back along the sides of my head behind my ears. Since my hair was the shortest of any of the other students, including Howard, I was chosen to be the first guinea pig to set an example of what can be done with short hair.
I was brought to the front of the class and sat in the salon chair that was located there. A cape was put around me so that only my head showed. The instructor lowered the back of the chair so that my head was over the wash sink and gave my head a thorough wash and rinse. She explained to the students that this must always be done first to rid the hair of any oils and dirt that may have accumulated, allowing the chemicals and soaps to be able to perform properly.
After the shampoo and dryer, my hair, which is naturally sandy-colored, was discussed by the class. What color should the teacher make it? There were suggestions offered from the students, from the ridiculous, like green, to others. The teacher said that she was going to darken my hair to a light auburn color, as she thought it would go nicely with the coloring of my skin.
As my hair was being dyed, the instructor explained to the class, and to me, every step of the way. This procedure took about three hours, and it was time for a lunch break. I wasn't finished being a subject for the class, as during the afternoon session she was going to style my hair with what she had to work with, which wasn't much.
I have been bringing my lunch to class each day. There is a small refrigerator where the students could store their lunch. The school was not located in a great neighborhood, and there were but a few decent places where one could eat that were nearby. This, however, did not deter most of the girls in the class from going out for lunch each school day. This day, one of the girls, I believe it was Robyn, asked me if I would like to join them.
The lunch I brought with me that day was not particularly interesting, and I thought this would be a good break to get out, it is now the middle of June, and enjoy the nice day, so I accepted. I don't know if it was by design, but this day all the students, including Howard, went out to lunch together.
Before I left, I went to the bathroom to pee, and I must have not locked the bathroom door properly, for Howard opened the door and saw me peeing sitting down. He quickly shut the door, and I know that he would be the first one to tell the others. But I came out of the bathroom, picked up my purse, and off we went to lunch. It soon became second nature for me to carry my purse with me wherever I went when I was not at home.
I have been working at my wife's salon for months now and have become knowledgeable about what women like to talk about. Indeed, there were four hours of classes solely on how to converse with your customer while doing your work.
Women are lingual they like to talk, and you just can't be silent or they won't book you again. The more your client likes you, the bigger tip you can expect to get. In this business, a major part of your income is from tips. Even now, occasionally a client will slip me a five-dollar bill when she is leaving the shop.
So, I learned to talk about clothes, jewelry, movie stars, recipes, and yes, even babies. At work and at home, I already began to read women's magazines, the grocery store tabloids, and the food section in the daily newspaper. Therefore, when we were at lunch, I felt comfortable fitting right into their conversations.
Howard seemed surprised that I was able to do this, as he already was just one of the girls. When we got back to class, the girls told me that I was fun to be with and, if I didn't have to bring my lunch each day, why don't I join them on a regular basis. It is lonely eating your bag lunch at your desk all by yourself, and I also enjoyed the outing and said that from here on, I would.
The following week, the class on nails went to teaching about pedicures. This is a whole new area. First, it is difficult for the operator to kneel or to bend over in order to work on the feet. Second, the nails on one's feet are much harder than fingernails and present different problems in preparing them for polish. But we did learn. Again, the rule was that my class partner and I did each other’s feet. As was the case with the other demonstrations, we all had to wear the polish on our toes for one full week.
We also had to wear open-toed shoes to show off the pedicure. I didn't have any, but the girls at lunch, hearing me complain about it, decided that before returning to class that day, we would go shoe shopping. There is a Payless shoe store nearby, and twelve women and two men came into the store for the purpose of buying only one pair of shoes. I headed for the men's section, but the girls corralled me and pushed me to the ladies' section. They said that no men's shoe would show off the pedicure properly. I did not know what size shoe I would take, but one of the girls found a measurer, and it was determined that I took a women's size ten in a medium width. While ten is a large size for most women, it is also within the range of most women's shoe styles, so there was no problem finding a pair of shoes to fit.
They found a platform wedgie with a one-and-a-half-inch heel that was in a nice beige summer color with an ankle strap. After trying them on for fit, they had me walk around the store a couple of times to see if they were comfortable to wear. They were and were not expensive, so I dug into my purse, pulled out my wallet, and paid the cashier, wearing them out of the store. As with the first time I had my nails manicured and polished, I was fascinated by my red-painted toes peeking out from the front of the shoes.
I found that the wedgie and heel height was no problem, but it did make me walk with a shorter step. When we returned to class, the instructor complimented me on how nice my feet looked in their new shoes and that I had made the right choice. It made me feel good.
The afternoon session was devoted to giving me a permanent and styling. The instructor determined that with my shorter hair, the best she could do with it at this time was to give my head a mass of ringlets. It is called the Greek Boy style. It took most of the afternoon, and when I was done, I am now auburn-haired with red highlights and a mass of curls all over my head. I can't say that I thought it made me look feminine, but it surely did make me look different. After looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I said, thank you, CB3000, or I would have been in trouble today.
I had to stop off at the grocers for supplies for dinner, and here I come, prancing in with my auburn curled head, red fingernails and toes, and women's wedgies, carrying a purse. I did get funny looks from some of the other shoppers, but I was at the stage where I could care less. It was Anna's constant reinforcement of my changing look that gave me the will. I would do anything to please her. She told me you have to do what is best for you; if others don't like it, well, that is their problem, not yours.
My wife was approving everything that was happening to me, and she always said how really nice I looked. I began to think so, too. I arrived home, prepared dinner, and had a glass of wine while waiting for Anna to come home from the shop. She came through the front door about six-thirty, and the first thing she saw was my shoes. Then she really looked at my head and broke out in a big smile, saying, I love it, I really love it. She asked if I loved it too, and for the first time, I heard myself saying, I love it, too. We ate dinner, chatting about our days. She laughed when I told her the story about my buying the shoes.
I began to realize that my days were only with females. When I was at the bank, I played golf each Sunday morning with three of my golfing buddies. On the last Thursday of each month, there was my stag poker group. During my unemployment, even though Anna said she would give me the money, I thought both of these activities were too costly, and I dropped out. I didn't pay much attention to it before, but these were my only male friends. Now that I was starting to make my own money, I could have resumed the poker group, but I just didn't have the time.
I also felt that the guys would not be happy with my new look. Our social life, due to Anna's hectic schedule, was nil. Not only that, but I am now in school five days a week and at the salon on the weekends. My days are filled. Not only was there class five days a week, but a lot of homework reading for the next day's class as well. It really didn't matter. My wife and I were always comfortable in each other’s company and never seemed to run out of conversation. Here I am wearing panties, my penis under lock and key, women's slacks, painted fingers and toes, and a feminine hairdo, and I am not troubled with it.
Everyone has been so nice to me, and I accepted these changes as part of my schooling, but I also found that I began to like the way I am beginning to look and didn't care what anyone else thought of it. While we were watching TV before going upstairs to bed and my sexual release, I asked Anna, am I becoming a sissy?
Her answer surprised me. She said, if you are, you are my sissy. I nodded my head and thought, being a sissy is not too bad; in fact, it feels quite nice. Since Anna's and my weight loss, we both had to replenish our wardrobe to accommodate our smaller sizes. I now had a supply of my own slacks and panties. Anna insisted that my panties have padding in the rear and hips, as they would make the slacks fit better. I also noticed that with the weight loss and limited physical activity, as most of my day was now spent sitting down, my muscle mass was reduced. Items suddenly seemed heavier to pick up.
My arms and legs were rounder and thinner. Even my shoulders were smaller. I could no longer grasp a bunch of skin by my abdomen and come up with fat. I was tight. I continued to wear my men's golf shirts with the slacks and my men's loafers instead of men's dress shoes. I started to wear the loafers without wearing socks. I now had three pairs of women's shoes. The second pair was bought when I was with Anna, as she definitely wanted me to have a pair of three-inch pumps.
Anna went with me to a regular shoe store to buy them. A male salesperson took care of us. I don't think I could have gone through it if Anna was not there. She acted as if it was perfectly normal for a man to be buying a pair of ladies' pumps with a three-inch heel. She acted as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world, and I took courage from her attitude. I can tell you that there is a big difference in how one walks with a three-inch heel.
Anna wanted me to get used to wearing them, but for now, I wore them only at home. I found that it took a couple of weeks before the muscles in my calf stopped hurting after I took them off. The third pair was a gift from my wife, and they were a pair of lounging mules with a two-inch heel that I wore in the morning before I got dressed for the day.
That night, while I was in bed on my back and Anna was engaged in giving me oral sex, I came as usual. But this time, Anna brought her head up to mine and said, open, and when I did, she placed her lips to mine and put my own semen in my mouth. With her hand, she closed my jaw and said, taste and swallow. I was taken by surprise but did as she said.
Later, I asked what that was about, and she said that she wanted me to taste the goodness and enjoyment of swallowing cum. She asked if I liked the taste, and I honestly replied that I was too taken aback to savor it but that it was not unpleasant. She told me that I would learn to not only like it but crave it. I asked her where this is all going, and she said she didn't know but to let it happen one step at a time. From then on, I took a mouthful after each climax.
The thought of it was at first abhorrent to me, but as Anna promised, after less than two weeks, I was looking forward to getting my share after each time I climaxed.