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« on: October 28, 2024, 09:11:07 pm »
Sarah, In response to your last post.
About me:
I couldn't say I was effeminate growing up nor was I overly athletic. I was a normal kid.
As I said in a prior post I have a slight frame. Relative to height I am about 5'7"
How we met:
Jane and I met about 5 years ago. I was finishing my junior year at university. Jane is about 4 and 1/2 years older than me. We were introduced by common friends during a group gathering. Jane is brilliant by anyone's standards and graduated with highest honors from an ivy league school. She is also highly motivated and focused. I had a friend that told me once Jane was too intense. She works in private equity. While this is a little out of order I ultimately got my accounting degree and keep financial records for companies remotely.
To be honest we didn't click at first. But we had these common friends so we saw each other often. After a long conversation one night we found that we had a lot of common interests. We kind of fell into dating because of those common interests. We both like hiking and generally being outdoors. We are both foodies and are into wine.
After we dated a couple of times, Early on I asked her why me? She said that most guys get intimidated by her and she felt like they try to constantly compete with her. She said I was a good complement to her and that I was a thoughtful caring person that didn't feel the need to out do her.
My Feminization Journey:
I am blessed with very thick and full hair and at that time it was fairly long in length. From my point of view it was just shaggy.
I had also had both ears pierced during high school in a bit of defiance (this did not go over well at home at the time).
Jane was with me when I went to get my hair under control at a salon, intending to get it cut shorter quickly before heading out for dinner.
While I was in the chair the stylist who was assigned to me started gushing over how beautiful my hair is and how she would love to have what I have and that most women would also.
She went on and on and stated I didn't need a shorter haircut, I just needed it cut right to frame my face. Jane jumped on that perspective.
After working on me for about 30 minutes or so, she turned to Jane and said with my hair and face shape I could easily pass for a woman. I responded there is no way I could do that, I am a guy.
Jane looking in the mirror said she agreed with the stylist. The stylist said I'll prove it to you. I said no way. She said let me restyle your hair some more and make one other change.
I responded don't do anything that can't be undone and she said no problem.
She spun the chair around away from the mirror and went to work. About 20 minutes later she ran out of the room and came back with a set of dangling earrings.
She put them in my ears and made a couple of additional hair adjustments and then spun me back towards the mirror.
I was stunned, in the mirror was a young woman, a female version of me. I could not believe my eyes. Both Jane and the stylist then commented that this was even without any makeup.
The stylist removed the earrings and restyled my hair back into a more male style.
A couple of weeks later Jane brought that night back up and said it would be fun if we could go back to the salon and let them restyle my hair and make me up.
I was really hesitant but Jane is a force when she wants something. I reluctantly gave in for one time.
The day came and they agreed to do all this in the back room as I was too spooked to be out in the main salon.
When they were done styling and putting makeup on me I was not recognizable, literally. Before I looked like a female version of me. This time I looked like a totally different person. I actually touched my face to make sure it was me.
Jane started snapping some pictures of me.
I was ready for this to end when Jane said "I want you to come back to my apartment like this". I was still in a state of shock but told them I am not going out into the public like this.
Jane said she would bring the car to the back of the salon and no one would see me leave. After protesting for a bit I gave in.
We managed to get to her apartment without being noticed.
Jane went to her closet and pulled out a bra, panties and a little black dress. She then said if I put them on she would make this a night to remember.
Given I was still a guy underneath all of this, a little more effort wouldn't hurt as it was just the two of us and there was apparently a big reward at the end.
After I put on the bra, panties and dress, Jane softly caressed and seduced me. I had never up to that moment had a sexual experience that left me literally shaking.
During this sexual encounter I felt like a woman, it was an out of body experience. At one point I had this image of me looking down at the two women having the most passionate sensual experience.
I couldn't erase the feeling of completeness in those moments and as we progressed forward I wanted that every day. From that point I found myself leaning into who I wanted to be and then the decisions to get there became easy. Like they were meant to be.
I spent countless hours learning to apply makeup, as well walking, talking, feminine movements and mannerisms. I want Jane to be proud of the woman I have become.
I love being a woman and to be desired. After the years of hormone therapy my body for the most part has caught up with my mind. I would prefer slightly larger breasts as I have attained close to a B cup. I still shiver every time Jane touches me there. I love that feeling.
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