Life has a way of changing when you least expect it, at least that was my life. I was your typical sixteen year old girl back in high school. Not much of a beauty queen. I was what some may have called the wall flower of the school. I wore the conservative clothes and always kept my eyes down on the floor. But something happened two years later that changed my life forever.
My name is Charlie (my dad wanted a boy) and I am now twenty. I live in a small suburb of Vancouver, B.C. We are not a conservative community but not what would be called the wild part of the city. Many of the people in town have grown up here and know each other, so you can't get away with much without everyone else knowing about it.
When I first went to the local high school I had just come through a hard time and really didn't want to do anything but just live my life. I didn't have a boyfriend and didn't have much of a social life. The other girls used to laugh at me when I would change for gym class because I wasn't developed yet and hadn't gotten any tits. So the thought of dressing in a way to accent my body was not high on my lists of things to do.
But when I turned eighteen I decided to try something new and went to the local department store to find make-up. The store was big and busy, filled with beautiful women and smells that made my head swim.
"Hello sweet heart," a voice said from behind me. I turned to see a beautiful older woman who was dressed in a business suite and had her hair up in a dignified bun. Even though she was much older than the others, there was a youthfulness about her that made me smile. "You look lost," she said, "Can I help you find something?"
"Oh, uh," I stammered, "I really don't belong here. All these other women are so much more beautiful than I. I was just looking for some make-up."
"Dear girl," she said as she took my hand and guided me to a stool, "you are as beautiful as every one of these phonies. You just need to bring that beauty out. Will you trust me?"
"Well yes," I said, "but I can't pay for a lot of stuff. I just want some of the cheaper things to get started."
"Baby," she laughed, "I think I can handle that. I own this place."
The next hour seemed to move like a flash. I was lost in the moment. Miss Taylor called a woman over who helped with various stages of my change and then another to take me to a stylist to do my hair. I was completely relaxed in her hands. She would rub at my shoulders and put her hand in mine as we talked together.
When I looked into the mirror I couldn't believe what I saw. Before me stood a model from the pages of Vogue or Fashion, yet it was me that looked back. "Now for the final piece," Miss Taylor said, "come with me."
She took me to a room that was blocked off with thick drapes. "This is my private changing area," she said as she pulled them open, "I use this to try out the newest of fashions. I feel that if I like them, than my customers will like them. No one else comes in here unless they are escorted by me or one of my assistants."
Inside the room were beautiful furniture and large ornate mirrors. A bottle of expensive wine and two glasses sat on a silver stand. Flowers in an expensive vase graced the table and a sweet fragrance filled the air. A rack of clothing stood in the middle of the room waiting for me to try on.
"There you go," she said motioning me to the clothes, "See which ones you like. Try them on."
I didn't even think as I began to strip down to my underwear. I stood at the mirror and something caught my eye as I took the first pair of designer jeans. My eyes caught Miss Taylor seated on the couch behind me, watching me. That didn't seem strange but the way she watched me did.
"You know you are a beautiful woman, Charlie," Miss Taylor said, "those other girls at school should be jealous. Your body is sensual and it probably gets your boyfriend all turned on."
