This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting adults, aged eighteen and over. There are no similarities to anyone real or living, other than myself who is the main character, set in deep running fantasy. There are depictions of unprotected sex and smoking. I do not condone either, as each is an individual's choice. Constructive feedback welcome at rachellenaughty@yahoo.com. Also, support Nifty with a donation if you are able.
A Career Change Chapter 2-The Intake Process
I wiped my chin and mouth of the juices that had built up after sucking Mr. Hutchins cock. I left his office with instructions to see Carla. I walked past the secretary, giving her a quick thank you, out the door, down the hall to the second to last door on the right. I knocked and waited. I knocked again and then tried the door. It was unlocked so I stuck my head inside. It was an office with a number of boxes lying around and a dressing room in the back. There was another room to the left behind a door and to the right, behind a pink curtain.
"Come on in Rachelle," came from behind me. It was Carla.
"Oh hi," I said sheepishly.
"You have decided to stay for two months."
"News travels fast here" I replied.
"Well, the first few weeks will be focused on getting you to look a bit more girly but let's get started and see where we end up," she said with a touch of pessimism in her voice.
She pushed passed me opening the door fully and invited me inside. I took a seat in front of her desk, Carla sat down behind her desk, lighting up a Virginia Slim 120 menthol. She offered one to me. I hesitated and shook my head in disapproval.
"Take one honey, from the look on your face, you seem nervous," she said.
"I am" I replied, as I drew a cigarette from the pack and lit it. I hadn't had a cigarette in a long time. The nicotine hit me immediately. I felt a bit more relaxed but I still extremely nervous. What was I doing? Was this really happening?
"To start with you, I need to get Joe to shave that stubble from your face, we need to get you bathed and cleaned up. It is noon already. Let me see if I can get him up here to do that first. I don't need all that hair clogging up my shower" she said.
She made a telephone call, "Great come up when you are finished. Twelve-thirty, see you then" I heard.
"We need to discuss your hair. Today we will get your body hair off. Now your hair, on your head. We like to shave our girls bald because it makes wig fitting easier."
"Do I need to wear a wig?" I said with reluctance.
"Rachelle, your natural hair is nowhere near feminine. If you had something we could work with, we would, but we strive to provide members with the best of the best and shaving you bald is best," she said.
"Ok," I replied.
"Ok, take this bag, go behind that curtain," pointing to the back of the room. "Put all your street clothes in the bag."
I stubbed the half-smoked cigarette out in the ashtray on her desk.
"Let me know when you are ready, we need to measure you for clothes. What size shoe do you wear?"
"Eleven and a half usually," I replied.
Just then another woman walked in. She looked older than Carla and motherly.
"Estelle, please look to see what we have in a thirteen and fourteen, four-inch heels or sandals" Carla said.
Estelle shook her head yes. "She doesn't talk much but she works her ass off around here," she said as she pointed to the changing room. "Let me know when you are ready for measurements."
I went in and stripped down to nothing. Unsure, I called out to her, "I am ready."
Carla and Estelle walked in from the other side of the curtain. There I was completely nude in front of these two women. I wasn't aroused, I was nervous.
Carla had a tape measure in her hand, "Stand up straight, shoulders back. Chest forty-two," shaking her head slightly, "hips forty - you need to lose some weight honey."
It was true, I had put on a few pounds over the years. I am forty-five and my activity has dropped.
"Okay-I know" I said, admitting yes, I didn't have a femme figure so why am I doing this. .
"Waist thirty-five. Estelle, see what we have that may work, I know we have some extra-large and large panties, a bra perhaps and some foam forms. We should get you into a corset, but I need to order one to fit."
Estelle nodded and took the pad with the measurements with her to the room behind the curtain. I could see it looked like a small lingerie boutique when she pulled the curtain back. There was all types of shoes, pumps, heeled sandals, and boots on shelves, with lingerie hanging and on shelves.
"Carla where you at?" I heard a man's voice with a bit of New York accent shouting.
Carla turned to me, "Put on the robe and slippers and meet me in the salon through this door" as she disappeared through the door.
I did as told, finding a pink bathrobe and slippers on the wall and into the salon I went. Carla was speaking with a man I presumed to be `Joe.' I looked around the salon, there were two barber's chairs facing mirrors, like a typical salon and along the back wall was a shower area, and a number of rooms with sliding glass doors.
"Here she is now," Carla said.
"Well, she doesn't look like much now, but I know when you finish with her Carla, she will be hot. Hello Rachelle, my name is Mr. Degrassi, I will be shaving you clean. Have a seat," as he motioned to the chair beside him.
Mr. Degrassi reminded me of a man I met years ago who let me dress up when I was with him, even though he wasn't into it. That relationship lasted about four years, but he was ready to move on in his life and his plans didn't include me. I didn't feel completely comfortable back then dressing up, mainly because I wanted to be as femme as possible, but the desire was there. I not sure if it was more wanting to be humiliated or genuinely wanting to be femme. I had never made that distinction.
Carla left as I sat down. Even if I decide to leave and not come back, at least nothing has been done to me that won't grow back I thought.
"Rachelle is a pretty name," he said as he turned to me with a cape which he placed over me.
I was speechless and avoiding eye contact. Part of this felt humiliating which was turning me on.
He grabbed clippers, tilted my head forward and the clippers turned on. I could feel them running over my scalp as the hair fell to the floor. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Within a minute my hair was reduced to a truly short stubble across my entire head. He reclined the chair back as I heard clippers start up. He buzzed the already short beard down to fine stubble and then applied hot shaving lotion. A straight blade came out and he went to work removing the whiskers. Delicately and precisely shaving away what I had grown to keep myself from doing exactly this, crossdressing. The chair tilted up and I was looking at my clean-shaven face. He then lathered my scalp and took a regular razor to remove the remaining hair.
When he finished, I was staring at myself in the mirror. I thought, what have I done?
"You are off to a good start. I can't wait to see you as the real Rachelle. Just remember, I took loving care of you today, you can return the favor one day," he said as he winked and grabbed his crotch.
I sat motionless, but I nodded in agreement and smiled at him.
He walked out to Carla's office, and I sat there staring at myself in the mirror. What am I doing? Was this what I wanted kept repeating through my mind.
Carla appeared. "Ok let's get you cleaned up. Estelle is going to trim your body hair and then a nice hot shower to get the rest of that hair off, followed by moisturizing, mani and pedi, and makeup. I am off at five and it is one o'clock now, let's get moving. Oh, do you want to work for an hour at five o'clock?"
"Ok," I said not even realizing what I was saying.
What have I gotten myself into?