But he also learned that looking like a woman and successfully acting like one--to the point that he could fool someone on the street--were two very different things. And, despite repeated practice, he still found that he hadn't quite managed it. But it was a special dream to be able to "pass"--not that he wanted to attract male attention, especially. He was firmly heterosexual...it was just that, somehow, without a complete ability to "be" a woman, he felt unfulfilled.
He had nearly resigned himself to the situation when he discovered an interesting advertisement in the local TV/SM newspaper:
NEED HELP PERFECTING YOUR FEMININE IMAGE?
Let SUBLIME CONTROL help you become
the woman you want to be!
We specialize in the "intangibles,"
the things that make you "think and feel" like a girl!
For a free consultation, call 555-SBTV.
That sounds like exactly the kind of help I need he thought. He quickly called the number. It was answered by a woman with a soft, seductive voice.
"Sublime Control, may I help you?"
"Yes," Joe responded, nervously. "I'm a transvestite trying to make my 'image' as feminine as possible. Your ad made it sound like you could help."
"Oh, yes--Sublime Control uses the latest, most advanced techniques in psychological conditioning to help you experience full femininity. Can I schedule you for a free consultation?"
Joe quickly agreed to an appointment the following Saturday.
"You must be Joe Roberts," the attractive blonde said, smiling. "I'm Caroline--we spoke on the phone."
"Hi! I'm just a little apprehensive about this," Joe answered. "I've never really told anyone about my cross-dressing before."
"No problem, Joe. This is our field, after all," Caroline reassured him. "Have a seat. I'll get the boss."
Joe settled himself on a comfortable couch and began thumbing through the collection of TV and SM magazines in the waiting room. He never suspected that Caroline and "the boss" were secretly observing him through a hidden camera.
"Are we getting a good signal from the sensors in the chair, Caroline?"
The blonde turned from the bank of monitors to face her employer, a tall black-haired woman dressed in a red business suit, her tight skirt six inches above her nyloned knees, her feet elegant in their matching red patent-leather pumps with five-inch heels. "Absolutely clear, Mistress Annette," Caroline answered. "We should know all his secrets in a few moments."
"Look, Caroline," Mistress Annette said, pointing to a monitor, "his arousal line went nearly off the scale when he saw that shot of the TV in little girl drag!"
"Yes," the blonde noted, "And see there! The letter about a woman feminizing her boyfriend also turned him on quite a bit!"
"Did he mention anything about being submissive in your phone discussion?"
"Not a thing, Mistress," Caroline replied. "It seems even he is unaware of just how good a candidate he is for our secret purpose."
"Excellent, Caroline," Mistress Annette pronounced. "I'll go meet him now."
The door across the room from Joe opened and he looked up with a start. Standing in the doorway was one of the most beautiful, most imposing women he had ever seen...or even imagined. He quickly put down the magazine he was reading and stood, surprised to find that he was nearly half-a-head shorter than this raven-haired beauty in the five-inch heels.
"Hello, Joe--I'm Annette Ward, the proprietor of Sublime Control...or, as Caroline calls me, 'the boss.'" She extended her hand and Joe took it for a polite handshake. She gripped his hand firmly and took him by the elbow with her other hand. "Come in with me and we'll discuss your problem--and our solution."
Once again, Joe blushed as he told this attractive woman of his desire to pass as a woman himself. It seemed to him that her frank gaze read his every gesture and appraised it. At her request, he brought out photos of himself in female attire.
"Well, Joe, I think we can help you," she finally announced. "Certainly, the raw material is there. When dressed, you give a good appearance and you're well on your way to learning the basics of makeup and hair-styling.
"But, you're right," she continued. "Without very specific training, your body language and movements are absolute giveaways to your true gender."
She turned to a cabinet and took out a set of videocassettes. "That's where our program comes in. These tapes, when played on a VCR, look and sound like ordinary videos. But each contains a special program of subliminal commands and messages, both visual and oral, designed to aid in creating a feminine image for the aspiring transvestite.
"This tape," she explained, holding up the first cassette, "will make you more comfortable with yourself in female clothing, so that your inherent nervousness at being discovered ceases to be a problem. The second tape will begin impressing female movements and gestures onto your psyche--"
"But, Miss Ward--" Joe interrupted.
"Call me Annette..."
"Annette," he continued. "I don't want to be a woman full-time. I just want to be able to play the part."
"Naturally, Joe. And the changes these tapes will make will be completely under your control," she reassured him. "Just be sure to watch them every night for at least two hours for the next two weeks. We'll schedule your next appointment for two weeks from today."
With that, Joe paid the rental fee for the two cassettes and headed for home.
"Under his control?" Caroline asked with a smile.
"Call it a little white lie," Annette replied. "The changes will be under control, after all--MY control."
Joe followed Annette's instructions explicitly. Finally, the morning came, two weeks after his first consultation. He awoke with a strange compulsion. I'll dress in my best female attire for the appointment. Let Annette and Caroline see how far I've come with just the first two cassettes.
Starting from the skin out, Joe laced himself into his tightest corset, pulling his waist in to 24 inches. Next came a 35C bra with the proper breast forms, a matching pair of panties and sheer nude stockings hooked tightly to the garters of the corset.
Over it all, he pulled on a deep purple knit dress that clung to his artificial curves and slid his feet into a matching pair of purple kid pumps with four-inch heels.
He sat before the make-up mirror he normally kept tucked away in his closet and carefully applied foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, rouge and lipstick. Then he glued on office-length fingernails and polished them to match his lips. The finishing touches were an auburn wig in a flattering pageboy, gold button earrings and a matching gold necklace.
He was ready--and just in time! The appointment was in 30 minutes.
This time when Joe arrived, he discovered he was not the only client waiting. Ahead of him were an attractive middle-aged woman and a child of about 13. After a moment, Joe realized the child, though dressed in girl's clothes, was in reality a boy. Amazing--that mother must really love her son to indulge him this way.
But those thoughts soon went away as he overheard their conversation. "Mom--I feel like an idiot dressed like this! Why are you making me do this?" the boy complained.
"Quiet, Marilyn," the mother insisted. "I know what's best for you."
"I don't know why I even let you dress me this way," the boy went on. "I almost swear it was something in those tapes you made me watch. Somehow, I just couldn't tear myself away from them.
"And my name's not Marilyn!" he added.
That's odd. I felt the same way about the tapes Annette gave me.
At that moment, Caroline opened the door to the inner office. "Mrs. Carson, the boss is ready for you and little Marilyn." The woman dragged her cross-dressed son to his feet and pulled him toward the door. Now Joe got a really good look at the embarrassing outfit the child was wearing: white satin blouse with short, puffed sleeves; pink, flaring skirt, settled on a taffeta petticoat; sleek nylons on his surprisingly shapely legs; white ankle socks with lacy cuffs; pink patent-leather pumps with three-inch heels. His training bra had been padded to simulate an attractive pair of budding breasts, and his face had been lightly touched with cosmetics to soften his features.
As his mother propelled him toward the inner sanctum of Sublime Control, he stumbled and wobbled on the unfamiliar heels, his movements those of an awkward boy in clothes he hated.
Caroline started to close the door, then noticed Joe. "We'll be right with you, miss--Why, Joe!" she exclaimed. "Don't you look fabulous! The Carsons' appointment will only take a few minutes."
She closed the door...and even through its thick oak, Joe could hear the boy's continued protests. But then, after a few moments, all was silent from within Annette's office. Wow! I don't know what's going on in there--but that kid sure shut up fast.
Ten minutes later, the door opened again, and Caroline escorted the Carsons out. The change in "Marilyn" was astounding. Now she minced delicately on her heels, balanced perfectly with her head high. Her arms were held in an exaggeratedly feminine manner, elbows at right angles, hands dangling limply from the wrist. Her little pink purse hung from the crook of her left arm.
"Oh, Mother--I'm so glad you brought me to Miss Annette to explain why I'm a girl now! Thank you so much!" the newly docile child said. "Are we really going now to get my ears pierced?"
"Yes, we are, Marilyn," her mother answered. And they closed the outer door behind them.
Joe turned back to the inner office, and saw Caroline smiling in their wake. "Well, Joe, the boss is ready for you now. C'mon in."
Joe walked with practiced confidence (but still with a male stride) behind the stunning blonde. He was brought up short by the clothes Sublime Control's owner had chosen for today's session: She was completely in black leather--a business suit, to be sure, but a business suit any dominatrix would be comfortable in.
"Well, Joe, you have made progress!" she said, on seeing the feminine image he portrayed. Joe smiled and blushed in return. "But isn't it time we let Jodi come out and play?"
Suddenly, Joe's whole demeanor shifted. His left hand shifted to his hip; his feet moved into a classic pose with the right toe pointed outward and the left slightly to one side; his right arm bent at the elbow, with his hand near his chin.
"I'm here, Mistress Annette," he answered, his voice low and sultry. "I'm ready to serve you."
More to come