This choice: Her being such a pretty girl • Go Back...Chapter #25Her being such a pretty girl by: milida   The control lady grinned "Hmm how interesting, so let's continue to paint the scenario"
She then resumed her story telling.
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Your Aunt nodded "Yes she is a pretty girl, so you wish to get in her knickers?"
You blush and visibly squirm "Kind of"
She arched and eyebrow "Kind of, so I assume not in the meaning of having sex with her" after a pause she asked "So literally wearing her panties so John are you just a cross dresser or do you actually want to be a girl?"
You face went beetroot red and you softly mumbled "Not sure"
Your Aunt smirked "So John, you are the heir to the LeMure fortune. Your father owns probably half the land in the county. You have been carefully groomed to be a man of action, yet you now tell me that you at the very least like wearing girl's clothes and possible would prefer to be a girl?"
You visibly squirm "Well um not forever but I would like to try it and work out which it is, but you must keep this a secret"
You Aunt nodded "Well maybe next time you come some girl time can be organized, but in the meantime, you must not cut your hair"
Your gulp nervously "Yes Aunty"
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The control room lady grinned and paused her story telling "Let us fast forward 3 months and begin"
Before you could say another word, the control room faded, and when things reformed you found yourself in a rather expensive upper-class house holding a letter. The letter you held was from your aunt. You nervously chuckled at the condition stipulated in her letter that if she made you a girl you had to stay one for the entire school holidays.
In this scenario, you had made the journey from your parents' house to your aunt's country estate a number of times, primarily via a reliable steam train. It was however a tedious trip, and you hated the dull landscape you had to pass through. It was made worse by your excitement about what would happen at the other end.
The train eventually pulled into the station that marked the end of the train part of your journey. Amid the hustle and bustle of activity on the platform you easily spied your smiling aunt just beyond the ticket inspection barrier.
The two of you embraced by the rail and you could not help giggle “Oh Auntie thank you for arranging this! It will be so much fun. I just know it will.”
Your aunt stood back and smiled “Well you are my favorite nephew and it’s what you wanted. I have arranged your transformation in town. I must again stress that after it there can be no going back to being a boy until the end of your holiday with me. You will enter the shop as John and leave as Jalwa. I am pleased to see you have let your hair grow nice and long”
Full of an odd mixture of shame and excitement you were led from the station to what you assumed was the village beauty parlor and into one of the private rear rooms, were transformations like your own were usually conducted in secret.
You were then told to sit on beautician chair where your eyebrows were thinned and given a girlish arch. You didn't need hair extensions as your hair was already as long as a regular girl but it was given a permanent wave and got stylized in a girlish fashion.
Next you grew rather embarrassed as you were told to strip naked. Once you had complied you had all your body hair waxed off. Fortunately given your relatively young age you didn't have a lot. What you did have gave you a lot of pain from the pulling on your skin and ripping out of your hair. Despite the pain, you were shamed to see you had a full erection. The beautician could not help but tease you "Like a little pain, huh dear?"
"No," you snapped back with an evident scowl.
The beautician smiled as she pulled another strip off and you made another squeal of pain. The lady leaned over you and with a smirk said, "I guess you just like the idea of being smooth like a girl."
You blushed and gave your head a shake before another strip was ripped off. Once your body was basically hairless you then had prosthetic breasts, nose and chin placed onto you and had then glued in place with a special kind of surgical glue, it was obvious they would not be coming off without the solvent. Some special compound was then applied around them to make it look as if the prosthetics were naturally part of you. You kept looking in the mirror and seeing how womanish you now looked from the waist up. The pretty girl stared back at you mimicking your expression making clear to you that this was no illusion. You realized that you really were going to be a girl for a month. The image was quite pretty and if it wasn't your own you would have loved to keep looking at it.
The women then smirked and showed you an artificial vagina before it was placed on your body and teased "A summer of squatting to pee dear, welcome to the squatters club"
It fitted rather snuggly and was also glued in position and the same compound was then applied to the edges of prosthetic vagina to make it blend in as well. She then ordered "Stand dear and look at yourself in the wall mirror" You were shocked by just how completely you looked like a regular girl.
The beautician then declared "In my and the communities eyes you are now a girl, you will find the various prosthetics cannot be removed without a special solvent any attempt to interfere with them will see your girl time double, is that clear girl?"
You gulp and nervously nod your head "Yes Ma'am" Given your voice had not yet broken you even sounded like a girl.
The beautician then ordered "Girl you may redress now, but obviously in a way suitable for a girl. First put on some underwear"
She then handed you some panties a full body girdle and some black stockings. Next you were given some petticoats and a dress.
Once you were fully dressed you were led to the door and given a handbag, it contained a pocketbook containing an Identification Card for you with your new identity and all things that a woman would need to possess.
Your Aunty had been waiting in the shop foyer and smiled as you walked out. She looked you up and down and smiled warmly and gave a soft wolf whistle "Wow Jawla you do make a lovely girl, no wonder you wanted to dress and be one"
You blush a deep crimson and squirm under her gaze and softly sigh before responding "Thank you Aunty"
She gave you an impish grin "Now before we go to my estate  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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