Anything to make a sale

Then my hair was cut, dyed and styled. Victoria said that I would be wearing a wig, but she announced, “I want you to look feminine even without the wig on.” As I have shortish hair, the hair stylist cut my hair in a short spiky feminine style and then it was dyed black with pink bits at the ends. I must admit that it looked rather sexy.

Once the physical transformations were complete, they whipped lingerie onto me. Pink bra, pink g-string, matching suspenders, smokey-grey stockings, six-inch high patent leather shoes and then a shoulder-length black wig with red highlights and wispy strands…very sexy.

At that point they made me stand in front of a full-length mirror. I could not believe what I saw. A beautiful sexy girl. The type I have also chatted up at clubs and bars and seduced into my bed. Long smooth legs set off by beautiful sensuous lingerie, bright red “kiss me lips”, vivid eye shadow, long long mascara-ed lashes and beautiful jewelry. I looked gorgeous! And, yes, fuckable!

Victoria again laughed. “Mmmmm, you look even better than I thought you would. Jim is going to be delighted with his latest account manager. Not that you’d be doing much ‘account management’. Now Didi darling. Yes sweetie, that’s your new name”, Victoria said, “Let’s get that clitty of yours under control. Can’t have you meeting Jim with your clitty sticking out of your panties like that.” I was horrified. I had a raging hard-on from looking at myself in the mirror. The beauticians laughed and the sexiest of them all immediately knelt down in front of me, released my ‘clitty’ and gave me the best blowjob I’d ever had. “I suggest you concentrate on how Emma is sucking you darling”, Victoria giggled, “as you will be doing plenty of that in the week ahead!”

I moaned loudly as the orgasm rippled through my body. After I was cleaned up, Victoria instructed me in how to walk, sit and everything else I needed to know about girls’ movements and deportment. Oh yes, and Victoria had me practice my sexiest girlie voice. As she said to me, ‘I suggest, for your own sake and to spare you embarrassment, that you don’t speak in your normal deep male voice while looking all pretty and girlie’.