The woman let out a soft easy laugh before Peter responded with a chuckle himself.
“Elise You know I’ve never been able to distinguish where one ends and the other begins.”
Elise Addison had owned ‘Namaste’ the upscale spa for over 15 years. Grateful for Peter’s initial investment she had over time become a woman of means taking no issue with it once Peter revealed he was a cross-dresser.
“So this Jillian is the latest huh?...well for your gurl to fully embrace the feminine life she needs to be put on the path that will take her past the point of no return. The female hormones help certainly yet there many things and feminine habits she needs to acquire until she lets go of her masculine side completely….regular beauty salon appointments helps to maintain her perspective.”
Peter continued to listen.
“I’ve always liked body art…making a mark on a male being turned trans is a constant reminder…if I was asked my opinion some well-placed girlish tattoos have a strong effect….that’s what I did for a UK t-girl I know.”
“Gloria50 she’s a client of mine…every spring I spend some time in the London at a friend’s salon…you know British T-girls…they don’t make ‘em any finer than that…It seems she had always been dressing up since the days of her youth….finally disclosing her secret to her wife….the woman took the upper hand…she brought her gurl into the salon…his days of looking both ways…either masculine or feminine was over after that…..gave her gurl Gloria’s face a permanent look…even had her nipples pierced.”
“What I mean to say is….Permanent makeup can be tattooed on…eyeyliner …lips…a hint of soft eyeshadow…even cheeks can be air-brushed in rouge creating a subtle blush to always be present…”
“…yes lovely Gloria 50 his days pretending to be a male are gone…every day she wakes she sees a woman’s face in the mirror…did I mention the pierced nipples too…he has a perky pair of b-cups with metal barbells in his njpples….ohhh I shouldn’t say he…I mean she.”
“Look a t-girl getting blow jobs and getting shagged is fine yet when she has makeup tattooed on and sees a woman’s face looking back in the mirror…when she turns and sees a band of flowers inked on above her bottom cheeks…she can’t help but feel girlish.”
“Taking a male and having him become a pretty, docile trans-woman takes patience and communication for them to embrace the lifestyle….gradual and incremental steps until one day they look up and realize they are forever a girl.”
Jillian held still on the soft leather table while Cody the tattoo artist finished the last of the touch-up. The hipster of 30 year old woman was pleased with her efforts. Sprouting out around Jillian’s rosebud entrance the pedaled flower drew one’s eyes towards its pretty look. The t-girl realized every time she spread her legs lifted high the daisy-like look of the red sunflower would be on display.
Jillian swung her legs kept together at the knees letting her feet dangle off the table as she stared at her face. The layered look of the new autumn colored hairstyle went well with the tatted on makeup. A fine dark black line ran along the top eyelid while lower coming out from below the start of the eyeball the darkened line met at the end finishing in a winged look on both eyes. A softer blueish grey gave off a permanent pretty shadow on both lids.
The pinkish color of the lips as it sat inside the lip-liner tattooed on could be made darker with real lipstick yet for all intense and purposes it was as though he always had feminine colored lips.
“My cheeks…it’s like I’ll always have a cute blush showing.”
“Permanent tattoos on a face made beautiful…I think you’ll find a lot of people staring at how pretty you appear….it’s best for gurls like you. I call it the ‘Bambi’ look…you know ‘deer in the headlights’ …innocent and attractive…I mean those thin little arms…a boy of ten is likely stronger…so harmless since you offer no physical threat it’s better you come off as one who seeks to please alphas …especially with those pretty pair of perky b-cups breasts”
“Yes Ma’am…I mean Ms. Cody.”
“Quick to defer to authority see how compliant you are…yes gurls like you are best presented as lovely feminine playthings that are kept in their girls world of lingerie, clothing and assessories. You won’t have to worry yourself on matters of import that’s best left to your dominant the toughest decisions you’ll make it was pair of high heels to wear for the day.”
A glance to see the pretty painted fingernails on his hands Jillian didn’t know what to do so he shook his naked breasts. Cody chuckled before lifting his left boobie.
“Later I could put a pair of azaleas on your areolas…would you like to have flowers tattooed on your breasts over your areolas with your long nipples centered in the middle?…it comes off as quite alluring especially if your topless at the pool or beach….we’ll let Master Peter decide after all you’re his pet now.”
“He’s taking me to some club tonight….something called a BSMA no wait…MSDB…oh I forget sometimes all this estrogen makes me feel so spacy.”
“You mean a BDSM club…I’ve been there…Club Leather and Lace….I hope you like spankings yet it should broaden your horizons.”
A hint of a Euro-trash techno bar to it the pulsating beat of the music assaulted the ears the moment the inside doors to the Leather and Lace club opened. Peter feeling particularly alpha gave a tug to the chain attached to the silver stainless steel collar on Jillian’s neck.
“I’m coming daddy…I’m coming daddy….it’s so exciting ..so adventurous here”
Teetering in 3” platform heels as they moved secretly Jillian was hoping to say the same later that night upon returning home.
“So you’re feeling adventurous Jillian that pleases me.”
The three male dominants waved Peter over seeing their size had Jillian scurrying to the side of her master.
“What’s your pet’s name?”
“Jillian…lovely Jillian whose days of being a male are disappearing.”
“So pretty you have groomed her to perfection Peter… I thought she was a natural female…I’m looking for a t-girl to be put on the main stage tonight.”
“My gurl was just telling me how adventurous she was feeling Jason….Jillian it seems you have your wish…follow as they lead.”
As the lights dimmed behind the curtain down to her panties Jillian struggled with the wrist cuffs.
“Mr Jason I can’t move my hands.”
“That’s the idea pumpkin…it doesn’t hurt though right?”
“No Sir…to be honest I’m kind of turned on.”
As the music turned lower the curtain pulled back letting the stage-lights illuminate the two. His backside to the crowd Jillian turned his head as best he could to see everyone staring up at him.
The tutorial on how to spank properly began with three swats to Jillian’s bottom. 30 fanny-spanks later tears began to appear. His arms stretched high attached to the metal cross Jillian lurched on feeling the wooden paddle land firmly. As the public flogging neared its finish the t-girl’s pretty butt felt hot enough you could cook an egg on it.
The sunlight began peeking in still sleeping Jillian felt the warm body next his nuzzling in behind. His eyes open he looked to see ‘Linda’ staring back at him. Suddenly with Peter dressed in a nightie and thong and made up it dawned on Jillian they were in bed with another male.
There wasn’t a vagina in sight yet the three were about to have the best sex a gay male, Cd and t-girl could have. The morning stiffness pressed against his bottom before Jillian reached back and slid out his anal plug. Sir Jason guided his cock inside slick with lube he held still wanting Jillian’s anal track to adjust. He’d learn ago it doesn’t take much to damage and have blood come out of an anus that’s dry.
‘Linda’ slid down a touch so the two could kiss when he felt Jillian caressing his cock through the panties. He had to feel it he needed to see how nice it was to have Jillian’s mouth slurping his tool. Moving up his back against the headboard he slid his thong to the side.
Soft gentle moan escaped when the soft pair of lips glided over the head of his cock. Jason moved shifting Jillian’s body so he could take him while on all fours. It flowed like clock-work Jillian sucking Peter off as Jason’s tempo was even and measured.
Jillian’s face so pretty with the permanent makeup tattoos looked at his master’s. In that moment they felt as though one. Peter couldn’t help but think ‘my Jillian …groomed to perfection’.