From Aaron to Erin, part one

Aaron knew he was different. He had known it for a long time, since he was in middle school, at least. Back then, he realized that he was happier in the company of girls than with boys. At lunch, he sat with the girls in his class, discussing books and art and theater and film. The boys only seemed to talk about sports and video games. And the more boisterous and bullying among them berated Aaron for his lack of interest in those activities. They called him “pansy,” “nancy-boy,” and “sissy”. A few even started pronouncing his name as “Erin”.

Now, having begun his freshman year at college, he was resigned to it all. In fact, he was taking an even greater interest in the feminine side of things. He was noticing the way the girls dressed—the styles they wore, the way they did their hair and makeup—and envying the attention they got. He spent hours on the computer, studying the latest feminine fashions and pondering if he really were intended to be more like his female friends. But the one time he brought it up with them, they giggled and agreed, “Oh, Aaron, you’re very sweet and all, but you could never be a girl!”

Dejected, he stopped hanging out with them, preferring to spend his time on the computer. His searches eventually led to a particular site, where he found this page:

“Six months to be so lovely and girly?” he thought. “Impossible!” But over the next several days, he kept returning to that image and researched the site more deeply. He discovered that Vera Demanden’s Spa and Salon was located just a few blocks from campus. He took an afternoon to stroll past it. Only the name painted on the tinted windows revealed It to be the place advertised. He stood across the street and watched the entrance. Every morning, men and women would arrive in pairs, go in and, after a short while, only the woman would come out. Later, near closing, she returned and was met by her partner, now appearing somewhat different.

Aaron soon saw that the same couples were coming on a weekly basis. And each time, the male’s change in appearance was more pronounced. After the fourth visit, he hardly looked masculine at all! He studied the situation for a full six months and, just as the on-line ad said, by the end of that time, each of the men had been thoroughly transformed. They now appeared to be completely feminine!

All this observation finally determined Aaron to take the next step. He clicked on the link and was connected to the Spa and Salon site. He followed the instructions on signing in and was directed to a screen that read:

Welcome to Vera Demanden’s Spa and Salon. If you are interested in an appointment, please fill out the request form.

Name:
Sissy name:
Sissy sponsor:
Age:
Desired presentation: () little girl () teenager () maid () model () slut () bimbo () other (specify below)

Aaron put in his name and then pondered. “Sissy name….well, they used to call me ‘Erin’ all the time. Why not go with that?” But what was meant by “Sissy sponsor”? He had no idea, so he left that blank, hoping it wouldn’t be a problem. He listed his age as 19 and “Desired presentation” as “model”.

The final request was for a photo, so Aaron included his high-school yearbook picture.

With a bit of trepidation, he hit “submit”.

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In the communications office of Demanden Salon, Jane Marshall’s computer beeped. She clicked on the appropriate icon and Aaron’s application opened. “Hmmmm,” she pondered. “This is interesting. He’s local and that face has a lot of potential…oh, but he has no sponsor. Ms. Vera is always leery of males who come to us without a female sponsor. She says they could be a hoax or a sting.” She called to a co-worker. “Amanda, come look at this. What do you think?”

Amanda read the application. “Well, at least he’s not interested in one of the fetish roles like little girl or maid,” she noted. “Follow protocol—forward It to Ms. Vera.” Jane took the advice and sent the application up the chain.

Later that afternoon, Vera Demanden was going over her e-mail and saw the forwarded application. Intrigued, she opened it and, like Jane, was impressed with the photo. She clicked on a special application, nicknamed “Femulator,” and loaded Aaron’s photo to it for processing. She smiled at the result.

Vera picked up her phone and dialed the communications office. “Jane, this is Ms. Vera. I’ve just looked at Aaron’s application. Let’s make an exception—send him the usual acceptance letter and give him the next available Step One appointment. Oh…and I’ll take personal charge of this one as his sponsor.”

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The next day, Aaron found the acceptance letter. He immediately responded and agreed to the date—the following Monday. He cleared his schedule for that day and every Monday for the next six months as required. His response was followed by further instructions.

While on the premises of the Salon, you will be addressed as “Miss Erin” and referred to with feminine pronouns such as “she” and “her”. You will report to your first appointment wearing a pair of plain white panties under your male clothes. You will address all the Salon staff as “Ms.” and curtsey when introduced. Signify your understanding of these requirements by checking the box at the end of this paragraph and then clicking on “submit”.

Once again, Aaron followed instructions…and found that he was getting quite aroused at the prospect of beginning his journey to feminization.

Monday arrived and Aaron slipped into his panties, covered them with his best suit and presented himself at the reception desk at the Salon. “Excuse me,” he said to the lovely girl there, “I’m Miss Erin.” And he curtseyed.

“Oh, yes,” the receptionist replied. She pushed a button on her desk and in a moment another beauty came in, wearing a pristine white dress and white patent heels. “Jane, this is Miss Erin.”

Jane greeted Aaron with an air kiss and Aaron again curtseyed. “Follow me,” Jane directed and led him to the processing center. Once there, she said, “Take everything off, Miss Erin—yes, even your panties.” When Aaron was naked, she brought him to a very strange bed. She placed ear buds in his ears and had him lay in the bed, then closed the cover. Completely encased, Aaron began to hear a seductive feminine voice. “Girly, feminine, pretty, soft, pink” it repeated in his ears, as his body was washed and sprayed with special solutions.

Jane spoke to the attendant. “Give her the full Step One, week one treatment. When she’s done, you’ll find new clothes for her in the dressing room.”

Five hours later, Aaron felt the voice in his ears fade and then the cover of his bed was raised. “Sit up, Miss Erin,” Jane said to him. He did so and his eyes went wide in shock. “I’m hairless,” he said, looking down at his body, “and so soft and pink!” He ran his hands over his newly smooth form and smiled. “I love this!”

“Of course, you do,” Jane replied. “All our new clients revel in this first change to their bodies, but there will be more to come.” She helped him out of the bed and walked him to a table where new clothes were waiting. She assisted him in putting on an ever girlier pair of panties in pink, then draped a matching teddy over his shoulders. That was followed by a pale pink blouse and then a pair of hot pink stretch jeans that zipped up the side. “Sit down, Miss Erin,” Jane directed and then slipped a pair of pink patent leather ballet flats on his feet.

“Time to return home, Miss Erin,” Jane said. “When you get there, you will find our team has replaced all your garments with sissy-ish attire like this.” She air-kissed him and said, “We’ll see you next Monday, dear.”

Aaron blushed and curseyed, adding, “Thank you, Ms. Jane—I can’t wait!”

TO BE CONTINUED