Angela's New Girlfriend

by Laura Lawrence

  

Part II

  

We had only taken a couple of steps when Veronica stopped and turned to me. She held my attention with her mesmerizing blue eyes and then said, "What do I call you? I sure can't call you Larry any more!"

"Laura," I replied without hesitation. "Laura will do just fine."

"Alright then, Miss Laura, we're going to get started right now. The first thing you need to do is start perceiving the world like a woman. Close your eyes." She looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face and waited for my reaction.

"Well," I thought, "I'm game for anything at this point." I closed my eyes.

"Women are much more sensual and much less visual than men," she started softly. "We perceive the world through a swirling combination of smells, physical impressions, and sounds, with sight filling in the fine details. First, I want you to concentrate on your sense of smell. Just relax and stand very still. Just breathe normally and concentrate on the odors in the air."

I did as she asked. It was strange but, for some reason, I really was able to completely relax just standing there in the hall. I did my best to concentrate on the air I was breathing and, slowly, I became aware of many subtle scents in the air. As I continued to concentrate on my breathing I was able to distinguish some sort of underlying citrus smell. It was crisp and clean and made my nose tingle pleasantly. As I continued to breathe, I noticed a lovely light musk odor coming from Veronica. I hadn't noticed it before but now it totally captivated me.

"Veronica," I had to say, "You're perfume is wonderful. What is it?"

"Oh, you're doing beautifully," she almost purred. "Actually it's not perfume. It's a body lotion. I plan to use the same lotion on you so you will smell exactly the same."

"Now," she continued, "Since it looks like your sense of smell is starting to work, let's move on to your body. A woman is always aware of the sensations coming from all parts of her body, inside and out. I want you to keep your eyes closed, keep breathing and being aware of the air but I want you to start at your feet and get in touch with every part of your body all the way to the top of your head. Feel the way your heels cramp your toes and arch your insteps. Stand on your tiptoes and feel the way your tights caress your ankles and calves. Now lower back to your heels and feel the taughtness in your calves. Every time you move you feel your tights caress you all the way from the soles of your feet to your waist. Can you feel the silk of your skirt move against the tights on your butt?"

"Oh yes," I sighed. And I was telling the truth! As she continued talking I became more and more aware of the signals that she silk and satin encasing my body were sending to my brain. I felt my genitals, tightly compressed between my legs. I was aware of the snugness at my waist from the girdle and tight waistband of the skirt. I was aware of the black mesh bra encircling my chest and lightly rubbing my erect nipples and the smooth sliding of my silk blouse over my bare arms and bra-encased breasts whenever I moved. Of course I was still breathing and detecting more and more subtle scents in the air. All in all, I was completely lost in my reverie when I felt Veronica sliding her hand up and down my arm.

"Welcome back Laura. Keep your eyes closed and just relax. I can tell by the way you went away and the little movements of your body that you are beginning to get the idea of how complex your world really is. Now, I want you to listen very hard. Can you hear my hand as it rubs your silk blouse?"

I nodded my head as I heard a faint rustling sound.

"Now, put your palms on your skirt at your thighs and slide your skirt up and down over your tights."

Of course, I did as she asked. Sure enough, the silk skirt rubbing against the nylons created a sound unlike any I had ever heard. It was almost like a whispering voice, or a light wind in the trees. As I continued to move my skirt and concentrated on the enchanting sounds, in the back of my mind I was aware of the smell of the lilac-scented powder I has used this morning, rising from under my skirt. I could feel the silk sliding over my nylon covered thighs. I moved my hands around to my butt and, while the sounds were much fainter, the sensation of the silk rubbing over my girdle-covered buns was exquisite.

"Oh, Laura," Veronica finally said, "You are making sensational progress. I can already tell that you are going to make a wonderful woman!"

"Thank you," I said smiling. "I think that's one of the nicest things that anyone has ever said to me."

"Well, don't get a big head. You still have a long way to go. OK, now I am going to take your hand and lead you down the hallway to my domain. I want you to relax and trust me and keep your eyes closed. With each step we take you will become more and more in tune with what you have just been experiencing. You will begin to recognize the complete woman inside you and start to let her out."

Veronica continued talking as she slowly led me down the long hall. She was telling me about how easy it was to let the female inside express herself once I was really in tune with my feminine senses but I was only listening with half my mind. The other half was lost in a world of sensation. I felt slight adjustments in my walk as I relaxed and let my senses take over. I've had a lot of practice walking in high heels but I never felt truly comfortable. Now, with every step I took, I felt my body naturally adjusting to the heels and responding to the sensations that my clothes were creating. I felt my shoulders pulling back a little to better experience the feel of the bra. My arms were swinging freer so that I could better enjoy the silk sleeves of my blouse gently brushing against my skin. Somehow my hips had found a way to move that maximized my skirt rubbing against my girdled butt. All in all, it was a very interesting walk down the hall.

Finally, Veronica stopped and opened a door. The first thing I noticed as she led me inside was the sound of my heels on the tile floor. I listened to the tattoo of my heels with rapt attention as she led me across the room and sat me down on some kind of a high couch.

"Alright, Laura," Veronica said, breaking the sudden silence, "You can open your eyes now."

I slowly opened my eyes for the first time in a long while and began to take in my surroundings. I was seated on a sort of massage table covered tightly with a light pastel purple sheet. The room was very large. In fact, the expanse of white tile on the floor made it look enormous. The walls were painted a pastel green and the ceiling had a very light wash of the same purple as the sheet. The couch on which I sat was a few feet out from the wall opposite the door. The right hand corner of the room was taken up by a spa. It was more than large enough for two people to completely submerse. The white tiled steps and the jasmine-scented steam rising off the water made it look very tempting.

The entire wall next to the spa and the wall opposite me all the way to the door were covered with French provincial style white cabinets and cupboards. I could only imagine the many mysteries and delights they contained. The wall on the other side of the door was mirrored, floor to ceiling. The mirrors continued halfway down the left hand wall where they ended at what looked like some kind of work area. There was a large sink with open shelving above, lots of spotless white tile counters and some more cabinets and drawers underneath the counters. The presence of two comfortable looking chairs on rollers seemed to confirm my impression of a workspace. Finally, a few feet down the wall behind me stood a very large machine that looked something like an X-Ray machine. I could see that it was on rollers and wondered what it might be used for. I was soon to find out.

"Now," said Veronica, "It's time to start making the outside of your body as feminine as you're starting to feel inside. First, I want to tell you that this room is all about perfecting a woman's body. We start by removing the body hair. I saw you eying that machine over there. It is absolutely the state of the art in hair removal. We cover your body with a conducting solution and after, we allow a little time for the solution to reach your hair follicles, that wonderful machine causes a reaction in the solution that generates a very controlled amount of electricity but only around the hair follicles. There is no reaction at all from the skin but, when we remove the hair with the skin vacuum, it is gone for good."

I guess I should have been somewhat alarmed at the prospect of permanently losing all of my body hair but, to tell the truth, all I could think about was how much more intense the sensations from my clothes on my body would be. I was smiling as Veronica continued.

"Then, after a nice soak in the spa to relax you and remove all traces of the conductant, I will turn you over to Kim for your massage and facial. Once she's done, I get you back again for the finishing touches. I'm sure you know that almost every woman wants to change some things about her body. We have a very exclusive process that gradually builds up layers of very realistic tissue that can be used to enhance your breasts and your hips. A variant of this same process can be used to tighten certain areas, in your case, your waist. It's very difficult to explain so you'll just have to take my word for it until you see for yourself. It blends so perfectly with your body that you can swim, bathe, exercise, even make love and no one will ever know it isn't the real you."

I couldn't wait to get started and neither could Veronica. She led me over to one of the cupboards and opened it up to reveal a small closet and a couple of shelves. "I want you to take off all of your clothes and put them in this closet. When you're done, come back over to the table."

Veronica could see my hesitation.

"Come on, Laura, remember, you're on your way to becoming one of us and women are not shy about showing their bodies to each other."

Putting aside my reluctance, I began to disrobe. The skirt came first and, as I slid it down my nylon-covered legs, the sensation of the silk sliding against my nylons sent a shiver up my spine. I hung up my skirt and unbuttoned my blouse. I was immediately aware of the cool air flowing from the air conditioner blowing across my chests. Next, my heels went on a shelf and it felt good to be able to flex my toes inside my tights. Veronica returned and handed me a purple silk dressing gown.

"Put this on when you're done", she said. "We can use it to cover the parts of you that I am not working on so you won't get a chill."

I quickly slipped off my bra. The slight breeze soon had my little nipples sticking out proudly. I wondered what they would look like once all the hair was gone. Sliding my tights down my legs I had a similar thought. No more hiding the hairs with opaque tights. I was finally going to get to see my legs in real nylons! I unhooked the girdle and pulled it off, enjoying the first deep breath I had had for hours.

"Leave your panties on for now," said Veronica as she approached. She was holding a pair of purple satin mules with four-inch heels. "These will help you to remember that you are a lady. They will constantly remind you of your femininity."

I pulled on the robe and held onto Veronica's shoulder while I slipped on the mules. I felt the unbelted robe flowing around my body as I tip-tapped across the room to the couch. Veronica had me sit on the couch with my legs dangling over the edge. She wheeled the ominous looking machine over and adjusted it so that it pointed at the fronts of my legs.

"The maximum diameter of the effect is about two feet so it is going to take quite a few treatments to cover your whole body," she explained. "We are going to start with your legs." She took the mules off my feet and placed my legs together. She produced a large tub of a blue cream and quickly rubbed it all over the front of my lower legs and the tops of my feet. Then she stepped behind the machine and, after she had fine-tuned the positioning, I heard a low hum as she turned it on.

I didn't really feel anything as she left it on for only a few seconds. After a few more seconds, though, my legs began to tingle and itch just a little. It was a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn't handle. After about five minutes Veronica produced what looked like a little car vacuum and proceeded to move the little nozzle down my legs where the cream had been applied. Other than a slight pulling on my skin, I felt nothing as she did her work. When she was finished she stood up and took my hand.

"Now," she said smiling, "Feel this." I couldn't believe it as I ran my hand up and down my smooth shins. There wasn't a trace of stubble and I had to remind myself that I was a lady to keep from creating an embarrassing bulge in my panties. Next, she had me lay back and spread my legs and she repeated the process, first on one thigh and then the other. That's pretty much the way it went for the next couple of hours. She moved me around into various positions so the machine could reach all the parts of my body and, other than the occasional hum from the machine and the sound of the vacuum, we were silent. She had me remove my panties so she could do my butt and genitals and, when she was done down there, the only hair I had on my body was a thin strip right above my penis.

Next, she covered my eyes with a couple of cool pads and carefully performed the procedure on my face. As she gently vacuumed away the remains of the cream (and my facial hair as well!) I realized I had taken a very large first step on the road to complete femininity. I had no hair on my face or body and Veronica had assured me that the hair would never grow back. Short sleeves and shorts would now display my permanently hairless skin for all to see and, without my usual shadow of a beard, I was sure that my face would look androgynous at best.

Veronica led me to the spa and, as I eased down in the scented water, she turned on the whirlpool jets. As the swirling water relaxed my muscles, I felt myself slipping into a deeply meditative state. I remembered Veronica's coaching and tried to let the woman within me come to the fore. I was aware of the wound of the whirlpool, the delicious smell of the lilac scented steam rising around me and, as I explored the sensations in my body, it seemed that I could feel each bubble from the jets gliding over my smooth and hairless body. I don't know how long she left me there but, when I finally felt the jets stop, I felt more feminine than I ever had before.

Veronica handed me a large fluffy towel and reminded me to pat myself dry. She handed me my robe again and I slipped the mules back on my feet. The robe felt amazing as it slithered over my smooth and hairless skin. As I followed her to the door I noticed that my hips seemed to be naturally swaying back and forth in time with the clicking of my heels on the tile.

"If you think you're relaxed now," Veronica said with a big grin as she led me out the door and back into the hall, "Just wait until Kim gets finished with you! She is an absolute magician."

  

  

  

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