Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 00:02:25 -0500
From: Michelle X
Subject: "STEPHANIE"

STEPHANIE

by Michelle X.

Hello. My name is Melissa. I have an unusual hobby. I turn men
into women.

Yes, you read that correctly. I turn men into women. And I don't
mean helping men get dressed up as a woman for a costume party or
something like that. I take unsuspecting men and actually turn
them into complete females. By the time I'm done with a guy, I'll
will have placed him in such a position that he lives his entire
life as a woman and can do nothing about it. In fact, you've
probably seen dozen of beautiful women walking down the street
today who were once men. That's right... those petite women with
the short skirt and high heels who were macho big-shot men, are
now nothing more than mere secretaries and receptionists, walking
home to cook dinner for their boyfriends and husbands.

I'd like to tell you about my first successful feminization. It
had happened just a few months after I had graduated from college.
I had been dating this guy, Steve, for a few months, and he had
just graduated as well. Steve was your typical macho jerk... he
had been in one of the jock fraternities and had had his way with
several sorority girls. He thought he was God's gift to women.

I had thought the same thing when I had started dating him. But
soon afterward, I had chatted with some radical feminists in a
chat room on the Internet who made me rethink my entire way of
thinking. At first, I was about to dump Steve, when I stumbled
upon some sites about feminization. I knew most of it was fiction,
but then I thought to myself, "Why couldn't it be done?" I decided
that Steve would be my first opportunity to try it out.

It wasn't very hard to devise a scheme. Because Steve had spent so
much time fooling around with his frat buddies in college, he had
poor grades and no good references, which had made it impossible
for him to find a job. Because his parents refused to support him,
he was living with me rent-free.

I decided to give him an ultimatum... to get a job in a week, or
else I would dump him. He panicked, started calling around, but
for 5 days he couldn't get an employer to even consider him.

Now came the rest of my plan. I told Steve a slightly older friend
named Sheila who owned her own successful, medium-sized firm. I
added how Sheila mentioned that some of here managers were looking
for some secretaries, and that perhaps I could get her to hire
Steve.

"There's no way I'm going to be a secretary!" said Steve. "That's
a woman's job!"

I replied that there are many male secretaries and that being a
secretary would be nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I added, he
would have to take it if he wanted to stay with me. Steve, knowing
that he had no other option, agreed to an interview. I told him
that simply arriving at the interview would get him the job.

Steve's interview was to be with one of the managers at the
company in two days. Then I sprang the trap. The day before his
interview, I told him that Sheila had called me with some bad
news. Because of affirmative action, she could not currently hire
any more male employees. Only a female could get the job. I told
Steve to start looking for a new apartment and a new girlfriend.

"Can't you pull any strings?" Steve begged. "After all, Sheila is
your friend."

"Laws are laws," I replied. "I don't see any way out of this
situation... unless... "

"What?"

"I have a great idea. It may sound kind of silly, but listen to
me, if you don't want me to dump you. Why don't you apply for the
job as a woman?"

"Dress as a woman!" he shouted. "No way! I'm no fag! I'm all man.
There's no way I would want to or be able to do that!"

"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. Right now, you
have no job, and you're a day away from losing your home and your
girlfriend. You're not exactly the one to be calling the shots
here. Besides, I have my friend Amanda who's a beautician and
makeup artist. I'm sure she can make you look like a fairly decent
woman."

Steve still adamantly refused.

I persisted. "Look... it's not like the secretary thing was going
to be permanent anyway. All you have to do is work there for a
while until you can find a better job. Who knows, it might only be
a week or two."

Then came the clincher. "Steve, I love you so much! I can't
believe that you would put your macho ego before me. Please, will
you do it for me? It's just for a short while."

Steve very reluctantly agreed. With that "yes," I then knew that I
had cleared the major hurdle in his feminization. I knew it would
only be a matter of time before he would be a total woman.

We only had a short time to get him ready for the interview, which
was the following afternoon. The morning of the interview, I had
my friend Amanda come over to fix him up. She first did his hair.
Thankfully, his hair was somewhat long, so she gave him a feminine
cut. Amanda made some more feminizing changes, including piercing
his ears and narrowing his eyebrows. Steve freaked out about
everything.

"Wait!" he said. "Why are you cutting my hair like this? My
eyebrows make me look like a woman! What happens when I want to go
back to being a man? I can't walk out like this?"

We pretty much ignored him, telling him we would deal with that
when we got to that point. That just made him more nervous. I just
loved seeing him so scared.

Then we had to get him dressed for the interview. Amanda had
already bought some clothes that would fit Steve. We took him to
the bedroom, and told him that all his clothes were on his bed.

He complained about everything: "Do I have to wear high heels! Why
can't I wear flats?" "Why do I have to wear a bra? I have no
breasts!" "Did you have to pick out a blouse that was so frilly?"

We explained to him that we had to do everything to make him look
as feminine as possible so that he wouldn't be seen as a man.
"You've got to stop seeing yourself as a macho stud!" I snapped.
"You're a woman now, so you'd better start acting like one!"

That last statement really freaked him out, and the rest of the
time he was quiet. He emerged from the bedroom looking the
quintessential career woman, dressed in a brown suit with matching
pumps, a cream-colored blouse, and an appropriate amount of
jewelry. As we put his makeup on, we coached him on all the
feminine mannerisms. I could tell that it was very embarrassing
for him to have to practice them.

Soon it was time for his interview, I volunteered to drive him
there. Before we left, I gave him a new purse filled with extra
makeup for touch-ups. "Why do I need this?" he asked.

"Silly... all women carry purses. Why do you think you should be
any exception? You're going to need one if you're going to work as
a woman. You'll find that you'll need to fix your makeup or your
nail polish throughout the day, so it's always good to have some
on hand.

Steve remarked that he didn't like the idea of having to fuss with
makeup all the time. I told him that it was all part of being a
woman. All other women get used to it, so should he. I told him I
was actually kind of glad that he had to do this... I said that it
would teach him about how hard it is to be a woman. I said that I
was finally glad that he was being put in his place. He seemed
very taken aback by this.

I waited in the car while Steve went for the interview. He
interviewed with one of the managers named Greg, who would be
Steve's boss if he were hired. In an hour, Steve returned with a
half smile. He came back with good news... at least for me... the
next day he would be starting work as a secretary named Stephanie.

I acted excited about the news. Steve seemed less than thrilled
about the fact that he would be wearing skirts and pantyhose
to work every day. I told him that I would take him out to dinner
to celebrate. But first we had to go to the mall to buy him a new
wardrobe for work.

We bought an assorted array of blouses, women's suits, bras,
dresses, skirts, pantyhose, and high heels. Steve was protesting
right and left, and I had a response for every complaint he made.

"Why do we have to buy so many clothes if I'm not going to be
wearing them for long?"

"You're going to need a complete wardrobe. Women don't wear the
same thing every day. Besides, if you don't get another job,
you'll be wearing these longer than you think." He appeared
nervous.

"Why high heels? I hate walking in high heels."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to them. All women do. Besides,
you'll have plenty of time to practice." He was scared.

"Can't I get really long skirts. It's hard to walk normally in
such short skirts."

"Yes, you'll notice that the skirts make your movements more
feminine. Don't worry, you'll lose your masculine mannerisms in no
time. Plus, they show off your great legs. You'll have all the
guys staring at you whenever you walk by." Now he was downright
frightened.

After we were done, we drove to the restaurant for dinner. Amanda
had met us there to pick up all the clothes so that she could
start putting them away back at the apartment. Steve asked why we
couldn't go home so that he could change into men's clothing.

"Why?" I asked. "Now that you'll be working as Stephanie, you'll
need all the opportunities you can get to be a woman. The less
time you spend as a man, the better!"

So, the two of us went off to a nice relaxing dinner... at least
for me. Steve really appeared anxious to get home. When we got
back to the apartment, Amanda was there, waiting for us to come
back.

As soon as he got in the door, Steve said, "Thank God I'm home! I
can't wait to get back into my normal clothes." He went back to
his room, and noticed that his drawers and closet were filled with
his new wardrobe. "Melissa, where are my old clothes?" I asked.

Amanda replied, "I packed them all up and took them to Goodwill."
Steve had the most frightened look on his face.

"What on earth are you going to do with your old clothes?" I
asked. "With your feminine hairstyle, painted nails, and earrings,
do you really think you can go out dressed as a man? You can't be
a woman in the morning and a man in the night and on the weekends?
What would people think? For now, the only clothes you need are
the ones we bought."

Steve seemed downright panicked. He rushed back to his room,
rustling through his drawers and closets, looking for even one
piece of male clothing, one last vestige of his masculinity. It
was all in vain. In the drawer which once held his boxers and his
sweatsocks, now there were pantyhose and bras. His shoe rack,
instead of containing men's tennis shoes, now held a colorful
array of women's pumps. His closet was now filled with blouses,
skirts, and dresses, instead of suits, shirts, and slacks. He
stood there, helpless, in his skirt and high heels. I could tell
he felt totally broken. I told him that he should get to bed,
because he had to start getting up earlier. He didn't really like
the fact that he would have to get up an hour earlier just to put
makeup on.

The first morning, I helped him put on his makeup and pick out and
outfit. But I reminded him that he would have to start learning
these things on his own. I told him that I had bought him some
women's fashion magazines so that he could learn all the basics.
For that day, I had him wear a tan suit with a white blouse, with
tan pantyhose and shoes. When he was done, he looked like a
secretary in the making.

Steve was about to make his normal big breakfast, when I stopped
him. I reminded him that it's not normal for a woman to eat large
portions like he was used to. Besides, he needed to lose weight to
gain a more petite figure. I told him that he could only have a
half a grapefruit and a piece of toast for breakfast. I then gave
him his lunch, which was just a small salad and a bottle of
mineral water. He was very sad at this development. "You have to
watch your womanly figure," I reminded him.

I then dropped him off at work, and agreed to pick him up at five.
He appeared nervous, but given that he really had no other option,
he went to work as his first day as a secretary.

I picked him up at five as promised, and asked him how his day
was. He looked as if he were about to cry.

"Melissa, I hate being a woman!" he cried. "It was awful."

I told him to start from the beginning and tell me everything. All
he did was complain, complain, complain. I purposely didn't show
any sympathy.

"I can't stand all the men there," he said. "All they did was
stare at me and try to hit on me. There's this one salesman named
Jim, he sat down next to me and started rubbing my leg. It's
awful. And in this getup, I feel so vulnerable."

"Well," I said, "you were always one to say that women should
dress sexy. You were the one who always tried to seduce vulnerable
women. How does it feel now that the tables are turned? Men in
America think that they have the right to treat any woman like a
sex object. And that's what you are now, a sex object. It's not
going to stop, and there's nothing you can do about it. You just
have to accept it."

"And Greg is the worst," Steve said. He treats me like nothing
more than a bimbo. All I do is mindless work... answering calls,
getting coffee for him and his friends."

"Well, most secretaries are bimbos," I replied. "If they were
smart, they would certainly be in a better job. That's what
happened to you, isn't it? Right now you're nothing more than a
dumb broad."

"And these clothes are killing me," he continued. "My feet ache so
bad from walking around in heels all day. The pantyhose and skirt
make me feel so constrained."

"That's another part of being a woman," I explained. "Women dress
this way for the approval of men. You're going to have to learn
that everything you do now is for the approval of these sex-hungry
men. How does it feel that that you're the one in the heels and
skirt?"

Eventually Steve realized that he was getting nowhere with me, and
he shut up. I restarted the conversation again when we got home.

"You know, now that you're living as a woman, I think you should
start doing some of the woman's chores around here: cooking, doing
dishes, ironing, washing clothes, cleaning. It really wouldn't be
appropriate for you to do any men's chores."

"But what about all the plumbing and auto repair?" Steve asked.

"I'll just find some man to do it," I replied. He looked even more
sad.

After dinner, I told him that I had another friend, a computer
hacker, could change all his records to reflect his new gender. I
explained that this would be necessary in case anyone at work ever
tried to look up his past. So now all his school records, his
medical records, his financial records, all said Stephanie Smith
instead of Steve Smith. We also obtained new credit cards and ID
with his new name. For all practical purposes, it was now as if
Steve Smith had never existed.

The rest of the night, I had him read his fashion magazines so
that he could learn how to get himself beautiful in the mornings.
He whined that he wanted to watch the football game on TV, but I
refused to let him do so. His reading paid off. The following
morning he picked out an attractive gray suit to wear, with black
pumps and pantyhose. His makeup job wasn't stellar, but it was
adequate.

Before we left, Steve asked me to get him the sports section to
read during lunch. I refused, telling him people might suspect
something if he were seen reading that. Instead, I handed him a
romance novel, which greatly disappointed him.

At the end of his second day, Steve made the same complaints he
made yesterday. He was especially annoyed at the salesman Jim, who
kept on hitting on him. Apparently, he was touching Steve even
more today. He even said that when Jim brushed up against him, he
could feel his hard-on. Again I told Steve that he would just have
to accept it, that it was just part of life as a woman.

Things more or less quieted down over the next few weeks, and
Steve more or less got into a routine, even though he didn't like
it very much. I told him that during my lunch breaks I would help
him out by mailing his resume to potential employers... of course,
I never did that.

Soon, an entire month had passed by, and that entire time Steve
had been living as Stephanie, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. At
one point, Steve asked me why it was taking so long for him to get
a job. "After all," he said, "you said this would probably be a
week or two." I reassured him that something would come soon
enough.

Then one month turned into two, and he was still stuck as
Stephanie the secretary. In that time, I had noticed that he had
become increasingly feminine. His diet was only about 1,000
calories a day, so he was becoming all the more petite. And
because he stopped doing his weight training, his muscle mass was
dropping rapidly, and he was becoming progressively weaker. I
noticed that at one point, he needed my help in carrying a heavy
box. He was really embarrassed to see that I could lift it all by
myself.

It also became custom for him to read beauty magazines and romance
novels. I had canceled the subscriptions to his sports magazines,
because I told him it would look funny for a woman to be receiving
those magazines. Instead, I forced him to subscribe to several
women's fashion magazines. At first, he never touched them, but
then he started reading them, as well as the romance novels. He
said that he had to because he got so bored during his breaks.

Two months then became half a year, and nothing changed. Every
once in a while he whined about why no one else wanted him for a
job, and I reminded him that he should expect that given how much
he fooled around in college. Eventually these complaints became
less and less frequent, as he seemed more and more resigned to his
inevitable fate.

One day around that time, he came home looking shocked. He told he
that his boss wanted him to start taking on a new
responsibility... being an escort for male clients. Greg had told
him that all the other female employees had done it, and that it
would be expected it of him. Even though nothing sexual was
required of these dates, Steve was still repulsed by the idea.

"Well," I said, "you've been living as a woman for half a year
now, you kind of had to expect that this would happen at some
point. Did you really think you go on without ever dating men?"

Since Steve's feminization, I had been dating other men, which he
had agreed to. I told him that if I should be able to date, why
not he? He protested that he wasn't gay and didn't want this at
all. "Who says you're gay?" I said. "You're a woman, now, and it's
totally normal for women to date men. Besides, your job is
depending on it, so you really have no choice."

The next day, Steve told his boss that he would be willing to date
male clients. That night he was scheduled to go to dinner with a
man named Jeff, a young hotshot businessman who could give the
company a lot of business. Steve was told to be extra-nice to
Jeff.

When Steve got home that night (after midnight), I was amused when
I saw him. His hair, makeup, and clothes were all messed up, and
he had a hickey on his neck.

"You're completely right about men!" he said. "They're nothing but
sex animals. The whole night he just kept ogling my body, and
treated me like a sex object!" I asked him to explain what had
happened.

"As soon as we met, he couldn't take his hands off me," Steve
said. He was always doing something, like holding my hand, putting
his arm around me, or feeling my leg. After dinner, he took me to
his home, which made me nervous, but had little choice given that
he was such an important client."

"Go on," I said.

"When we got back, he lit a fire, and we sat there drinking wine.
He held me close to his body, and I could feel his hard-on. I
tried to push away gently, but be just pulled me in harder.
Eventually, he started kissing me. He just shoved his tongue all
the way down my throat. I tried to push it out, but he just kept
on forcing it back in. Then he got on top of me, and we started
making out some more. I tried to push him off, but he was so much
stronger than I was. All I could do was just lie there helpless as
he was pawing me. That pretty much went on for an hour. Then he
drove me home, kissed me good night, and left."

"Well, hopefully he at least was good looking," I said. "I hear
this Jeff guy is pretty good looking, a real hunk! Was he?"

"How the hell should I know?" Steve said. " I don't like guys!"

"Stephanie," I explained, "this won't be the last time you'll be
doing something like this. If a man is going to force himself upon
you, it might as well be a good-looking guy. What did he look
like?"

Steve said that Jeff was 30 years old, with dark hair, and
chiseled features. He was 6'3, and was wearing a dark suit that
still showed off his muscular body. Steve mentioned how
emasculated he felt by being with someone that was so masculine.

"What's worse," he said, "Jeff asked me on another date. And I had
to say yes, because he's such an important client."

I reassured him, telling him that it would get better, and that he
might even learn to like men. I also explained to him how the
women must play the submissive role in the sexual relationship.
"Before this," I told him, "you were always the one with all the
control, all the power. Now that the coin is flipped, you have to
change your attitude. You have no control now! The man has all the
power. You have to learn to give in to a man's demands." That
didn't make Steve too happy.

So in the next few months, Steve went on a few more dates with
Jeff. He replied that dating a man was getting slightly more
tolerable, yet it still wasn't something he wanted to be doing.

He also remarked that Jeff was being a lot more considerate, even
romantic. Steve was scared that Jeff might be doing so because he
was interested in a long-term relationship. That really seemed to
scare Steve.

I knew that I had to do one more thing to completely finalize
Steve's feminization. I finally began sending out Steve's resumes,
except for one small change... I sent them out with Stephanie's
name. In just a week, Stephanie received a phone call saying that
was a marketing firm was very interested in offering her a well
paying job.

When Steve got home that day, I told him about the phone call. At
first he was happy, but then he realized that he would have to
apply for the job as Stephanie. "Wasn't the whole point of
dressing as a woman so that I could one day go to work as a man?
How can I do that now? I don't have any male clothing, and my
entire work history is as a woman!"

I encouraged him to go for the job. "Isn't this the kind of job
you've always wanted?" I asked him. "Sure you have to remain a
woman, but it's certainly better than being a secretary, right?"

He reluctantly applied for the job, and he got it. He wasn't
thrilled with remaining as a woman, but he was happier at having a
better job.

Now came the clincher. When he told me about the new job, I said,
"Steve, I think we have to break the relationship off. I want you
out of my apartment and out of my life. I need to be with a real
man."

"Give it time," he said. "Soon I'll go back to being a man."

"How can you?" I said. "What happens when you apply for the next
job after this? You'll still have to apply as a woman, never as a
man. What if you like the job you just got?  If you stay at the
company, you can't just switch to being a man at some point! Face
it... you're going to have to live as a woman for the rest of your
life!"

Steve was shocked when I said that. He had never considered what I
just said, but he knew it was all true. He was going to remain a
woman, and there was nothing he could do about it.

I told him I was going out for the day and that I wanted him out
by the end of the day. When I returned home, I saw here there with
Jeff carrying boxes to his car. Steve explained that because he
couldn't find an apartment on such short notice, he was going to
move in with Jeff. He didn't sound too happy about that.

That was the last I had heard of Steve for about a year. But then,
out of the blue, I bumped into him in Marshall Field's, where was
shopping for some new blouses. He was dressed in a sharp tan suit
with tan pantyhose and heels. He didn't seem too happy to see me.

I asked him how things were going. He told me that the job was
going well. He mentioned that he was already made a manager and
that he was seen as a rising star in the company. He said that he
also received and award for "Female Employee of the Year."

Steve also mentioned that he was still living with Jeff, and that
they were engaged. He also mentioned that he had told Jeff about
his previous life, and that Jeff told him that he loved Stephanie
just the same.

I told him that I was surprised that he was engaged, given how
much he didn't like dating men. He replied, "I can tolerate dating
men, but I'd really rather prefer being with a woman. However,
being suspected as a lesbian would jeopardize my career, so I've
resigned myself to being with men. I guess if I have to be married
to a man, it might as well be someone who's as good-looking as
Jeff is."

I wished Steve luck and left. Just a minute later, I saw Jeff walk
up to his fiancee and give her a big kiss. Steve wrapped his arms
around his hunky boyfriend and kissed back, and while doing so, he
gave me a helpless look out of the corner of his eye. I just
smiled back.

(the end)