I wake to the chiming sound coming from my door. I open it to meet Chloe, armed with a protein shake and a caddy of items. "Good morning, Mistress." She bows. "I hope you are ready for tonight's appointment?"
My stomach churns. "I think so," I say hesitantly. I take the shake, and step aside to allow her to enter. She immediately preps for work. I disrobe and she shaves my body, which has become routine for us. She then sets up the table with items from her caddy to give me a manicure and pedicure.
She works silently, which allows me to reflect on tonight. It's my first Client session. I'm finally deemed ready after months and months of training and treatments. I could've happily just continued on with the schooling forever, but I knew this point was inevitable.
It's hard not to feel the weight of today. It's like going on a blind date, except I know there will be sex involved. The pressure to perform is compounded by the fact that others are observing and judging my success. I feel queasy just thinking about it.
I look at Chloe, as she focuses on my nails. Our interactions have become strictly professional since my return. Even still, I find her presence comforting. I bite my lip, and then venture, "Chloe ... I'm really nervous." I pause for a moment of silence. "I'm worried I won't live up to everyone's expectations. I worry about failing."
She stops manicuring. She stares at my hands, still refusing to look up at my face. "I know it must feel scary and daunting," she says softly. "I find in order to not feel overwhelmed it helps to visualize how someone else might approach the assignment. Someone I admire and know, who'd be comfortable and successful. And then I try to do what I think they'd do."
"Hmmm. That's intriguing," I say, nodding. How would Mistress Elizabeth go about seducing and winning over a Client? I picture her in my mind. She would be charismatic. She'd have clever quips. She'd know when to become seductive. When to be bold and daring.
Chloe allows me to mull over my thoughts as she resumes working on my nails.
After she wraps up, I get dressed. With a Client appointment tonight, my schedule for the day clears out for preparation. I skip the workout and classes, but I go to a Yoga session. I follow the instructor's callouts to stretch and hold poses. I wasn't extremely limber before, but the regular attendance to Yoga has helped me feel more loose and flexible than I ever thought possible. Sreeni and Anthony are also in the class. We trade pleasantries at the start of the session, and throughout the class, they smile at me affectionately. I'm still floored by how great everyone is here.
***
My return to Eden had been warmly celebrated. Mistress Elizabeth stood in front of a gathering of Talent and Servers, and welcomed me back as officially on board. Everyone clapped. Mari let out a loud
whoop
. I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment. It was alien to have so much attention on me.
Immediately, Chloe gave me a needed shave and a measure. I chose not to bring up our encounter in my apartment, mainly to not stir up any more awkwardness. I was just glad to see her again. She simply smiled and got to work.
Another Server was brought in and threaded my eyebrows. It was a strange, surprisingly not painful experience. Afterwards, I looked in the mirror to find my old bushy eyebrows gone, and two elegant arcs in their place. I almost didn't recognize myself. It was hard to reconcile my mental self image with this new reality.
Yet another Server was employed to do something with my hair. The Server, Chelsea, was short and full bodied. She had extremely long, fake nails. She shook her head at me in the mirror. "I don't know how much I can do until your hair grows out more."
I sat in the chair and looked at my hair. It had grown out over the month and a half since I started. Truth be told, I thought I was overdue for a haircut even before then. But I had always kept my hair short as a guy.
Chelsea scratched her chin with a long nail. "We can try a tomboy pixie cut. But I want to keep as much on you so it grows." She agreed to do what she could now, but we knew there wasn't much to be done until several more months down the line.
Another thing that Elizabeth and Lily suggested I undertake immediately was voice feminization surgery. They explained that even with my Speech Therapy, there was really no other option to make me sound more like a woman than to actually go in and shorten my vocal chords. It would only be done if I agreed. And it passed their
No Surgery Methods
policy for me on the technicality that there'd be no visible or physical scar afterwards.
Well, I was already in this crazy adventure, it seemed silly to balk at this now. The procedure was quick and mercifully painless.
Afterwards, my face was numb and I wasn't allowed to speak for two weeks. That was a challenge. To remember not to instinctively react by talking. I resorted to wearing a handkerchief over my mouth as a reminder. I had to communicate by typing on my tablet and flashing it to people.
The sore throat was murderous and lasted for most of the recovery period. However, after the third week, my voice was noticeably higher, though slightly raspy. I was advised that it would continue to get clearer and higher for the next six to twelve months. That was the reason Elizabeth wanted to get the surgery done so quickly.
My Speech Therapy sessions with Danielle were immensely helpful. They'd guide me through exercises that were meant to aid in recovery. Soon, I sounded indistinguishable from a woman. I didn't need to consciously try to raise my voice. I could just be natural.
The new voice was strange for me. I was continually becoming less recognizable as myself. I'd spend evenings in my bathroom naked in front of the mirror, observing my changing body, and talking out loud to hear Lisa's voice.
***
Workouts with Anthony gained in intensity. We moved on from resistance and body weight exercises, towards utilizing the machines and free weights. He kept the progress so that I was never completely comfortable in the sessions. I always felt like I was on the verge of collapse.
But the results were unmistakable. What was once soft and mushy had been transformed to become toned and tight. My thighs and calves ballooned in size. My ass was round and plump. I actually felt a difference whenever I sat down. It was like sitting on a cushion or pillow. I didn't develop a six pack, but I could see a clear outline around my abs. As I did my sets, I would notice Anthony nodding approvingly.
Heels classes were a much slower progression. I advanced from the wedges to low block heels. I managed to walk the length of the hardwood without the aid of the rail on the first day in them. I looked back at Mistress Vanessa, proudly. She returned my gaze, but remained unimpressed. The creases at the edge of her mouth deepened.
"Walking in heels shouldn't be just about arriving at your destination," she told me. "It should be about how you get there. Not bumbling and bowlegged like a gorilla." She mimicked my steps, looking like Godzilla stomping on buildings. I felt embarrassed by my fleeting pride.
She paused, and corrected her posture. "You should be a graceful gazelle." She released her hair from a tight bun. It fell down on her shoulders. She began stepping, legs lifted slightly exaggerated off the floor, placing each foot in front of the other, crossing slightly. Her hips swayed. Her ass cheeks flexed and titillated. Her arms moved elegantly. Her breasts jiggled teasingly. Her back and neck were taut and alluring. The curls in her hair bounced and flowed like a dream.
"You want to command the attention of every person in the room without even saying a word," she said. "It's not just walking that I'm teaching you. It's how to exude sensuality. To provoke desire and
lust.
" She spoke so passionately after that display that I felt my heart beating faster.
She assigned me to wear heels all day and night, excluding workout sessions. It was agony to do, but it did help make being in heels feel more like second nature. Fortunately, Server Jenna was available in the evenings for frequent, blissful foot massages.
It took weeks, but I was finally able to stride in a way that was becoming acceptable to Mistress Vanessa. "We're on our way to getting you into stilettos," she smiled, devilishly.
***
After Yoga, I head over to the cafeteria for lunch. I'm immediately swarmed by others, clearly excited about my first appointment.
"Popping your cherry!" Mari laughs. "It's going to be awesome."
