Story - Janet

By Karen Mitchell

Published on May 28, 1996

Transgender

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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.

Janet was a neighbor of mine who I had know for about 4 years.

She was widowed with 2 daughters both being in their early

thirties. I Guessed Janet to be in her late forties as she

had told me that she had married young,right out of High

school and started her family early in life. Although she is

in her forties and a slightly overweight, her full figured

body was every bit as attractive to me as a twenty year old

hardbody. I'd say part of her attractiveness came from the

fact that she always dressed very feminine and classy and took

meticulous care in how she presented herself in public. She

always wore make-up maybe a bit heavy by some peoples

standards but it really complimented her features. She wore

her blond hair in somewhat of a 50's style in that it was

always in some kind of a flip or it was teased to one side or

the other, but it was always well coiffed. It was only on the

coldest days of winter that I ever saw her wear pants, always

dresses, skirts, suits, high-heels etc. She even wore tube

dresses or sun dresses and high heels of some kind when she

did her yard work. (Not necessarily spikes but wedge heeled

mules or wedge heeled ankle tie espridles). Although not very

close friends we had discussed her love life briefly in our

conversations. She had told me that her husband had died

young of a heart attack. I had made a comment that a

beautiful woman such as herself should have no trouble finding

another husband. She said that although she had dated a

number of men since her husbands death she just wasn't

interested in sex with them She said one suitor even bought

her a new Lincoln, fur coat, clothes etc., she just didn't

want sex with him. He hung around for a few years but I guess

his hormones got the best of him and he moved on.

A few months ago as I drove past Janet's house I

noticed a sign for a Garage sale. I decided to stop to see

what kind of goodies she was selling. She had told me that

her deceased husband was a self-employed brick layer and an

avid outdoorsman and had quite a few tools and sporting goods

that had lain dormant since his death. I thought I would stop

and see if there were any tools or equipment that I could use

in my own business. Janet was in the driveway discussing the

lawn furniture that was for sale with a young couple and there

were 2 or 3 people milling about in the garage. Janet looked

exquisite. She had on a white halter dress with black polka

dots, beige hose, and black and white spike heeled spectator

pumps. Her blond hair was pulled back behind her right ear

and held in place by a black flowered barrette. Black

earrings, necklace and bangles completed her outfit. I walked

up the driveway and was greeted by a friendly hello and a

brief conversation on my way to the garage.

"Oh by the way the tools I told you about are still in

the basement" Janet called out. "Just go in the house and

take the basement stairs ...to the left...you'll find them,

I'll be down as soon as I'm done out here."

I looked about the garage for a few minutes and decided

there was nothing there that I couldn't live without so I

proceeded to the back door, opened it and took the stairs to the

left (the only way to go) and descended them. The stairway

opened to a large recreation room complete with bar, pool table,

poker table and lounge area. To the left of the stairs was a

Field stone wall with a heavy oak door about 5 feet from the

bottom of the stairs. I thought to myself "If the rec room is on

the right then the workshop must be on the left as she said". I

walked to the door and twisted the handle to open it. the door

opened to a pitch black room. I felt to the right for a light

switch and found a bank of 5 or 6 switches and dimmers. I grabbed

2 of them and switched them on. I don't know what shocked me

more, the audible gasp from my throat or the sight before my

eyes. I was standing in the entrance to a dungeon that would

make the Marquis himself proud. The room was about 25' x 15' The

track lighting illuminated several sections of Bondage and

Punishment accessories along the wall on which the door was

attached. The wall opposite the door was mirrored for most of

it's length. The wall to the right of the door contained a

Fieldstone fireplace and the reflection from the mirrored wall

told me there was a bed against the wall to the left of the door.

I stepped into the room and turned to my left where I found a

Platform style bed with 4 posts and a wooden frame work attached

to the top of the posts. There was a mirror on the ceiling above

the bed. The bed frame had rings attached at numerous points

around the perimeter and to the posts and the overhead frame

work. The room contained 2 horses for bondage, one was short and

one a bit higher. There was a St. Andrews Cross, a set of Stocks

and a set of suspension pulleys complete with electric winch.

The walls contained a large array of restraints, hoods, gags,

whips, Latex toys of all kinds. My mind was a blur. I had

stumbled into a submissives' paradise and right here in my

neighbor's basement.

"The workshop is behind the stairs on the other side of

the basement."

The voice made me jump out of my skin and brought me back

to earth. I spun around to see Janet standing in the doorway. I

don't know who was more surprised but I felt myself flush with

embarrassment at discovering Janet's secret place.

Janet turned off the lights, turned, and walked out the

door. I took two steps and became painfully aware that my dick

was fighting to find a way out of it's tight confines and doing

an admirable job at that. I had played basketball earlier with

some friends and all I had on was a pair of thin nylon running

shorts that were now obscenely deformed. As I followed Janet

across the basement to the workshop, I tried to re-adjust myself

so as to be less noticeable. (Yeah right, like hiding an Oak tree

in a meadow.) Janet opened the door to the workshop and I

followed her in. She showed me some of the tools and sporting

goods she wanted to sell but frankly she could have been showing

me Diamonds and Jewels and I wouldn't have noticed. My mind was

still in that dungeon. I mumbled something to the effect that I

would have to think about it and I would get back to her if I

decided to buy anything. With that we left the workshop and

started up the stairs with Janet leading the way. She reached

the landing at the top of the stairs, stopped and turned to face

me. She glanced up and down my body then looked straight into my

soul and said

"You are very excited about my playroom and the things

that go on in there, aren't you."

Although it was more of a statement than a question, my

head nodded.

"If you're interested in playing with me, and be willing

to play by my rules be here tomorrow morning at 10:00 sharp.

Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

With that said she turned on her heel and walked through

the door and into the garage. I stood there a few seconds trying

to digest what I had just heard then proceeded up the stairs and

out into the garage. Janet was talking to some buyers and made

no acknowledgment of what just transpired between us as I made my

way to my truck for the short drive to my house. I glanced back

over my shoulder at the shapely woman who was about to take

control of me. Tomorrow would not come soon enough.

I awoke with a start the next morning. I didn't sleep

much in anticipation of the events to come. I looked at the

clock and it said 8:00 a.m. I got up and put a pot of coffee on

then went for a shower & shave. The weather was warm but a bit

cloudy I decided to wear a pair of yellow nylon running shorts

and a black mesh tank top and running shoes. I left for the

short walk to Janet's house about 9:45 to give me time to make a

detour to the corner store for cigarettes and a flower for her.

As I exited the store the clouds were very threatening, rain was

imminent. I was about a hundred yards from Janet's when the skys

opened up. The short run didn't prevent me from looking like the

proverbial drowned rat as I presented myself at her door. A

shiver went through me as I rang the bell at precisely 10:00.

Janet opened the door and ushered me in. She took one

look at me and said,

"This changes my plans bit. We've got to get you out of

these wet clothes and dried off. Actually this fit right in with

my plans, we'll just move things ahead a little faster."

She was wearing a Black Satin skirt, very tight about 3"

above the knee and a White piarate style silk blouse wit button

front. her legs were encased in suntan hose with black satin

sandals strapped to her feet. Her blood red toenails exposed

through the sandal foot hose beneath the straps at the toes of

her sandals. A wide leather belt with a gold buckle encircled her

waist. Her hair could only be described as "BIG", It was

precisely coiffed with every hair in place. Her make-up was very

dark, like something you would wear only "after 6:00". Dark

liner delicately encircled her eyes, Heavy mascara gave her

lashes the look of 2 brushes ready to sweep away any apprehension

I may have felt. Her lips were a deep red, painted to match her

toes and talon like fingernails. The sweet smell of her perfume

caused my head to swim at the vision standing before me.

"Go upstairs to the bedroom on the left and go into the

bathroom, take your clothes off and relax in the bubble bath I

have drawn for you. I'm going to get us some Brandy. I realize

it's a little early in the day, but it will warm you up." she

said.

I ascended the stairs and went into the bedroom. The

room was very large and decorated in a very feminine manner.

Thick, deep pile shag carpeting decorated the floor. There was a

canopy bed at one end, a large mirrored and lighted make-up

vanity, a couch and entertainment center with T.V. & V.C.R. Two

large closets with mirrored doors ran the full width of the

bedroom wall. The bathroom was also very large there was

whirlpool bath for two in one corner with mirrored walls on two

sides, a shower stall, commode, bidet', and 2 basin sink

completing the remainder of the room.

The whirlpool was already filled and a test of the water

felt very comfortable. I stripped off the wet shorts and top and

stepped into the tub and relaxed, contemplating the activities to

come. The water was very warm and soothing. Any anxiety I had

felt was slowly draining from my body as I soaked in the warm

scented water.

The click of Janet's high heels across the marble floor

brought me back to reality. She was carrying a silver tray with

2 Snifters of Brandy. She sat the tray down on the counter and

handed me a snifter.

"To an amusing afternoon of pleasure and play" she

toasted.

"To my beautiful playmate." I replied and took a sip of

the Brandy.

The warm liqueur tasted smooth as it went down my throat,

the perfect compliment of inner warmth to the hot bubble bath I

lay in.

Janet sat on a vanity stool across from the tub. She

crossed her legs and the slit of her skirt rode up slightly to

reveal her shapely thigh. She chatted about her interest in B&D,

Some of the scenes she and her husband used to do, some early

experiences she had before she a was married etc. She was one

Kinky lady, I began to wonder if I had "Taken on more than I

could chew". All the while she talked I sipped the Brandy. I

told her of some of my experiences with B & D and some of the

Mistresses I had visited over the years. How my ex-wife and I

tried it a few times but it wasn't of much interest to her and

she thought those games were silly.

"Have you ever been transformed into a woman?"

Janet's question caught me by surprise. Although I had

experimented with some lingerie and panties in some of the

sessions I had, complete transformation was not a part of the

past. But the thought did intrigue me.

"With your slim features you could be a very sexy bitch.

We could have a lot of fun." she said. "I've seen the way you

look at me and it's a look I've seen in the eyes of friends who

like to dress-up. It has been a very long time since I've played

with my own doll and today I'm going to do just that."

I probably would have jumped out of that tub a beat feet

at that statement but surprisingly I was very relaxed VERY

relaxed. Too relaxed to move. My arms and legs felt like lead.

What the hell was going on?

" I didn't know how you would react to my plans and

frankly I didn't care because we were going to do this weather

you wanted to or not. I was hoping to convince you to do this

without having to drug you, but when you showed up on the

doorstep soaked, I decided to put my plan into effect a little

quicker and I needed a little...shall we say... helper, to

implement my plan."

The Brandy, it was spiked.

"Don't worry, it's only a very mild muscle relaxant and

it will wear off in a little while with no side effects. My

girlfriend, a Doctor mixed it up and has found it to be very

effective in these types of situations. Now lie back and enjoy.

When I'm finished, you won't know yourself."

Janet stood up and started to remove her blouse. She

revealed a very sexy black camisole when her blouse was removed.

She was braless under the camisole and her breasts looked

surprisingly firm for an older woman as they swayed beneath the

flimsy fabric. She hung the blouse on a hook on the back of the

bathroom door and walked to the counter top and removed a

covering from a tray of items. She brought the tray over to the

tub and placed it on the edge. The tray contained a razor,

shaving cream, and depilatory.

"You have very little body hair so this shouldn't take

too long." she said. "You'll love the feeling of a hairless

body. It's sooo smooth and silky."

She reached in the water and picked my right leg out of

the tub and dried it with a big bath towel then spread a thick

layer of depilatory on it's entire length. While my leg hair

started to dissolve she started on my right arm. Then my chest

hair. (What little there was). When my leg was ready she had me

put it back in the tub to rinse away the cream and along with it

my hair. What emerged was a smooth and silky limb, very feminine

looking. She had me turn around in the tub and proceeded to do

my left leg and arm. She help me to a kneeling position and

spread a thick layer of cream around my cock and balls to

complete a totally hairless look. When she was finished the only

hair on my body was the hair on my head and my eyebrows. She

went to the shower stall and started a shower.

"Rinse yourself off under the warm water, then apply this

moisturizer to your entire body, then come into the bedroom for

the next step. There will be a robe for you when you get out of

the shower. Wear it."

Janet helped me out of the tub and I walked to the shower

and got in. The water was warm and felt good on my now hairless

skin. The effects of the drug were starting to wear off but the

desire to submit to this woman wasn't. I got out of the shower

and dried off with the fluffy towel I found on the counter and

spread the scented cream on my body. A black Silk robe was

draped on the chair and I picked it up and put it on. The smooth

fabric felt very sensuous next to my hairless skin. I walked out

of the bathroom and into the bedroom to find Janet seated at the

make-up table at the other end of the room. She got up from the

swivel chair and motioned for me to sit at the table. The table

contained enough make-up to stock a Merle Norman store. Janet

opened a drawer on the vanity and produced some leather straps.

She buckled a strap around each wrist, fastening them to the arms

of the chair. Two more straps went around my upper arms

fastening them to the back of the chair. She strapped my ankles

together and pulled them back to the center post of the chair.

Janet stood behind me and ran her hands down the side of my face,

over my shoulders and down my arms and back up again. Her tits

were against my upper back and I could feel her hard nipples

through the silky fabric of her camisole and my silk robe. My

cock began to stiffen.

" This is going to be fun." she commented as a smile

spread across her face. "I can do wonders with this face and

body. The next time you look in the mirror a hot and sexy bitch

will stare back at you."

Janet turned the chair away from the mirror and cupped my

face in her hand, inspecting my features more closely. She

reached behind me and came back with a tube of foundation. She

placed a small dot on my cheek and on my forehead. Not happy

with the results she tried another. Satisfied with the shade,

she dotted the foundation all over my face, concealer went under

my eyes then she smoothed and blended both with a sponge. She

brushed shading under my chin, in the hollows of my cheeks and on

the sides of my nose. Highliter went on the bridge of my nose,

upper cheekbones forehead and chin. Over this she applied a

translucent powder with a large brush to my entire face. Janet

went to work on my eyes next. She tweezed my eyebrows to thin

them to a more feminine arch then filled them in with a dark

brown pencil. Next came the mascara on both the upper and lower

lashes. She used two colors of shadow on my eyes, then more

mascara. She used black pencil to darken the outer corners of my

lower lids, then more mascara.

"I'm going to give you a daytime look for now. We have a

few hours before my friends arrive. That will give us some time

to play and get you adjusted to your new position." Janet said.

"I don't get to play very often and of the late I've been a guest

at some parties and tonight it's my turn to host. But don't

worry I'm only having 3, maybe 4 people over so it will be a

small, but VERY intimate get together. Later I'll make some

modifications to your make-up and wardrobe so it is more

appropriate for the evening."

This was getting very kinky. Not only was I going to

submit to a woman for some bondage and some domination, but now

she was turning me into a girl AND she was going to show me to

some of her friends. Just how bizarre was this lady?

She put blush on my cheeks and lined my lips with pencil,

then filled them in with a pale red color.

"Let's see....I think we'll make you a blonde. Blondes

do have more fun you know. " A broad smile came across her face

as she made her way to one of the two closet doors. She came

back with a shoulder length blonde wig on a head form and placed

it on the vanity behind me. Janet combed and pulled my hair back

and covered my head with a cap to hold my hair in place. She put

the wig on and pinned it in place with about a dozen bobby pins.

The wig was basically straight with the bottom curled outward.

Janet returned to the closet and a few moments later emerged

carrying panties, stockings, corset, and a pair of High Heeled

pumps.

"I'm going to un-tie you now but don't you DARE look in

the mirror until you're dressed. I love a surprise and if you

spoil it for me I'll skin your ass but good."

She undid the straps binding me to the chair and told me

to stand. It was tough not to look in the mirror but her tone of

voice told me she was serious about her threat. I'm not into

heavy S&M so I played like the blind monkey. She had me step

into a pair of panties. They were a thong style and when the

back was in place they were snuggled up the crack of my ass.

They were too tight to contain my cock and balls. Janet got

some ice from the bucket next to the bed. She reached down with

a handful of ice chips and cupped my cock and balls. I about

jumped out of my skin from the sensation and in no time I shrank

to the size of a 2 yr. old. She massaged my balls back into

their body cavity, and pushed and folded my shriveled dick into a

small package resembling a vagina, then pulled the panties up in

place. Looking down all I saw was a tight mound with no sign of

my male equipment. She had a smile on her face looking at the

place where my cock and balls now resembled a pussy.

"That's a very nice tuck, very nice indeed." she

commented. "A big cock is good for some things, but when it

comes to my girls, I like them small."

I felt a little embarrassed at her last comment but at

the same time pleased that she liked what I was offering under

the circumstances.

Janet picked the corset off the bed and placed it around

my waist. The corset was made of a heavy black satin with 8

adjustable garters attached to the hem. When it was around my

waist it went from just above my hip bone to a line about even

with my nipples at the side of the corset. The front of the

corset was cut to cup the breast tissue and compress it to form a

natural bust line.She struggled for a few moments to get the

front busk closed. I had worn a garter belt a couple of times

and had been in a waist chincher once, but this corset was really

tight, or so I thought. Janet walked behind me and started

fooling with the laces on the back of the corset. She pulled the

laces and I immediately felt my waist shrinking tighter. She

walked up and down the corset twice to pull in my waist to the

proper feminine form.

"Can you breath ok?" she asked.

"It's a little tight." I replied.

"Good...It's supposed to be just a little too tight.

You'll get used to it in a little while when it starts to

compress your waist. Tonight before our guests arrive I"ll

readjust it tighter. But for now I'll allow your body to adjust

to it's new size."

She picked up the stockings and rolled the legs down to

the toes. I lifted my right leg and inserted my foot into the

silky fabric. Janet rolled the smooth sheath up my leg and

fastened it to the hanging garters. The feeling of her smooth

hands on my nylon encased leg caused my cock to squirm in its

tight confines. She repeated the process with the other leg.

Janet t returned to the closet and brought out a black Lycra

Spandex halter dress. She helped me into it and fastened the

neck strap behind my neck. The hem was about 4" above the knee

and rather tight. Janet stepped in front of me and added a pair

of gold hoop earrings to my lobes. She had me step into the

Black Patent High Heels.

"These are 4" heels and they should allow you to adjust

easily to the height." Tonight I have a pair of 5 1/2" spike

heels for you to wear while you entertain our guests."

She primped and played with my wig and my clothes for a

few seconds then looked me up and down.

"Ok, were ready for your debut. Turn around and look at

the new you."

I turned around and couldn't believe what I saw. There

was a georgeous and obviously sexual woman that stared back from

the reflection in the mirror. Gone were any physical features of

the man hidden beneath the layers of feminine finery. My normal

32" waist was compressed to about 28" and my 40" chest was now

sporting B cup size breasts from the corset's compression. My

hairless, nylon clad legs enhanced by the 4" pumps were enough to

make any high fashion model cry with envy. Janet's reflective

smile from over my shoulder told me she was very pleased with her

work.

"It would be a shame to take you to the dungeon and mess

up your pretty make-up so soon. Why don't we go downstairs to

the bar and have a drink while you adjust to your new girl self."

she said. "Go down to the basement and fix us a drink, pour me a

double White Russian and fix whatever you want for your self,

I'm going to change into something more appropriate for today's

fun." I walked out of the room and down the stairs to the first

floor. I passed a full length mirror in the hall on the way to

the basement and couldn't help but notice the fox that reflected

back. I stopped for a moment to admire the vision that stared

back. That vision convinced me that I would follow whatever

uncharted path my Mistress would lead me down.

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