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Independent Women- Part 1
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Independent Women- Part 1
by RogerGirl
Hi, I'm Janis. If you've been reading the stories on this page, then you may have heard about my studio where I transform straight men into beautiful women for the day. While some of my clients are gay or regular cross-dressers, most of them live most of their lives as average guys. Most have girlfriends or wives and children and have no plans to become women full-time or permanently. Primarily, my clients are only interested in getting the opportunity to see the world from a feminine perspective, understand women better, or see how they look as women. You're probably wondering, however, how I got started in this business. You see I did makeup for female models and if you had asked me back then to give a man a makeover I would have looked at you like you were crazy.
It all started when I was working for a magazine in the early 90's. I had just graduated fashion and makeup school and this was my first big job. The magazine was for men, but the couple who ran the magazine made sure all of the female models who were featured in the magazine were shot in tasteful, empowering poses. After I had been working there for almost a year, the couple died in a plane crash. Everyone at the magazine was deeply saddened by their deaths and were afraid the magazine would be shut down. It was announced, however, that their son Jordan had inherited the magazine and was taking over immediately. While we were all relieved that their son was taking over, on the day he arrived, we quickly discovered that he was much different than his father.
"I know all of you are as saddened by my parents' deaths as I am, but this magazine was their life's work and we can't let it be shut down," Jordan said as we all listened, "I plan to continue the magazine as scheduled, but I would like to make some of my own changes to the format."
While the changes started out small, we all began to grow angry at the direction he was planning to take the magazine. In a short time, he had dropped many of the intellectual articles and had begun inserting gross humor and articles on party spots. Everyone put up with it at first, including his arrogant attitude and constant sexual advances on the female employees, since we were loyal to his parents, but eventually people began to quit. The final straw was when he started having the models dress in skimpy costumes and pretend to make out with each other.
"OK," he said, "Toni I want you to fondle Brenda's breasts and lick her neck."
The models were finally fed up and stormed off the set. When they left, I was the only one left at the magazine. While I wanted to leave, I was kind of shy and only a recent graduate, so this was the only job I could get at the time. I also admit I had a little crush on Jordan, but would never date him because of his poor attitude toward women. The deadline for the magazine was fast approaching, so he came to me in desperation.
"Listen girl," he said somewhat boastfully, "I'll pay you double your salary to be this month's model."
"Yes sir," I said quietly not wanting to anger him.
Back then I wasn't as willing to take a stand as I am today. I knew what I was doing felt wrong, but I was afraid to say anything. I went over to the costume rack and looked for a costume to wear, but being much shorter than all of the models at 5'2" they were all too big for me. I put one on anyway and returned to Jordan.
"No," he said angrily, "This will never work. You're sexy as hell, but that costume looks ridiculous on you. Why is everyone out to get me?"
He began to show a vulnerability I had never seen from him before. He sat on the couch and tears fell down his face as he told me that he just wanted to continue his parents' magazine. I sat down next to him and began to dry his tears. Suddenly a feeling came over me and I leaned in and kissed him. We began to make out and my confidence began to build. I had always been shy growing up and this was the first guy I had ever kissed. All of my emotions boiled to the surface and when we broke the kiss, I was finally ready to tell him how I really felt.
"You make yourself out to be some kind of victim," I said angrily, "but you're the one who turned your parents' magazine into some kind of low brow girly magazine. That's not the kind of magazine your parents intended to make. This magazine was meant for intelligent men, not college frat boys..."
I continued on for a while as he stared at me in silence. I eventually realized that I had just yelled at my boss and silenced myself in fear of what he would do. What he said next surprised me.
"You're right," he said, "I need to get this magazine back to what it was. Without my models and all the employees though, we're going to have to shut it down."
I felt bad for him. I wanted to help him, but wasn't sure what to do. I looked at him and a strange idea began to form in my head. When we were making out, his long brown hair had fallen out of his usual ponytail and now framed his face. While he still looked ruggedly handsome with his beard, I began to notice that with some work he could look kind of pretty. He was pretty thin and not very muscular, and he had no visible Adam's apple. Unlike me, he was pretty tall and about the same size as the models.
"Would you do anything to save the magazine?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, of course," he said.
"OK," I continued, "You might not like this, but come with me."
I sat him down in one of the makeup chairs, tied his hair back, and covered the mirror. I began by giving him a close shave and making sure his face and neck were soft and smooth. I then began to apply foundation and concealer and was amazed at how his face began to change. I continued by applying mascara, eye shadow, and eye liner and marveled at how pretty his eyes began to look. Finally, I worked on his lips and when I was finished I let his hair loose and styled it a little. When I was finished I stood back and stared in shock at how beautiful he looked. Never in my life would I have imagined a guy could look that good as a girl. He stared back at me nervously.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said smiling and uncovering the mirror.
"Is that me?" he said in surprise at the pretty face staring back at him.
"Yes," I said.
"I wasn't sure about this at first," he said as he made faces in the mirror, "but I still mean what I said about doing anything to save the magazine. Do you think you could make the rest of me look this good?"
"I can try," I said hesitantly.
by RogerGirl
Hi, I'm Janis. If you've been reading the stories on this page, then you may have heard about my studio where I transform straight men into beautiful women for the day. While some of my clients are gay or regular cross-dressers, most of them live most of their lives as average guys. Most have girlfriends or wives and children and have no plans to become women full-time or permanently. Primarily, my clients are only interested in getting the opportunity to see the world from a feminine perspective, understand women better, or see how they look as women. You're probably wondering, however, how I got started in this business. You see I did makeup for female models and if you had asked me back then to give a man a makeover I would have looked at you like you were crazy.
It all started when I was working for a magazine in the early 90's. I had just graduated fashion and makeup school and this was my first big job. The magazine was for men, but the couple who ran the magazine made sure all of the female models who were featured in the magazine were shot in tasteful, empowering poses. After I had been working there for almost a year, the couple died in a plane crash. Everyone at the magazine was deeply saddened by their deaths and were afraid the magazine would be shut down. It was announced, however, that their son Jordan had inherited the magazine and was taking over immediately. While we were all relieved that their son was taking over, on the day he arrived, we quickly discovered that he was much different than his father.
"I know all of you are as saddened by my parents' deaths as I am, but this magazine was their life's work and we can't let it be shut down," Jordan said as we all listened, "I plan to continue the magazine as scheduled, but I would like to make some of my own changes to the format."
While the changes started out small, we all began to grow angry at the direction he was planning to take the magazine. In a short time, he had dropped many of the intellectual articles and had begun inserting gross humor and articles on party spots. Everyone put up with it at first, including his arrogant attitude and constant sexual advances on the female employees, since we were loyal to his parents, but eventually people began to quit. The final straw was when he started having the models dress in skimpy costumes and pretend to make out with each other.
"OK," he said, "Toni I want you to fondle Brenda's breasts and lick her neck."
The models were finally fed up and stormed off the set. When they left, I was the only one left at the magazine. While I wanted to leave, I was kind of shy and only a recent graduate, so this was the only job I could get at the time. I also admit I had a little crush on Jordan, but would never date him because of his poor attitude toward women. The deadline for the magazine was fast approaching, so he came to me in desperation.
"Listen girl," he said somewhat boastfully, "I'll pay you double your salary to be this month's model."
"Yes sir," I said quietly not wanting to anger him.
Back then I wasn't as willing to take a stand as I am today. I knew what I was doing felt wrong, but I was afraid to say anything. I went over to the costume rack and looked for a costume to wear, but being much shorter than all of the models at 5'2" they were all too big for me. I put one on anyway and returned to Jordan.
"No," he said angrily, "This will never work. You're sexy as hell, but that costume looks ridiculous on you. Why is everyone out to get me?"
He began to show a vulnerability I had never seen from him before. He sat on the couch and tears fell down his face as he told me that he just wanted to continue his parents' magazine. I sat down next to him and began to dry his tears. Suddenly a feeling came over me and I leaned in and kissed him. We began to make out and my confidence began to build. I had always been shy growing up and this was the first guy I had ever kissed. All of my emotions boiled to the surface and when we broke the kiss, I was finally ready to tell him how I really felt.
"You make yourself out to be some kind of victim," I said angrily, "but you're the one who turned your parents' magazine into some kind of low brow girly magazine. That's not the kind of magazine your parents intended to make. This magazine was meant for intelligent men, not college frat boys..."
I continued on for a while as he stared at me in silence. I eventually realized that I had just yelled at my boss and silenced myself in fear of what he would do. What he said next surprised me.
"You're right," he said, "I need to get this magazine back to what it was. Without my models and all the employees though, we're going to have to shut it down."
I felt bad for him. I wanted to help him, but wasn't sure what to do. I looked at him and a strange idea began to form in my head. When we were making out, his long brown hair had fallen out of his usual ponytail and now framed his face. While he still looked ruggedly handsome with his beard, I began to notice that with some work he could look kind of pretty. He was pretty thin and not very muscular, and he had no visible Adam's apple. Unlike me, he was pretty tall and about the same size as the models.
"Would you do anything to save the magazine?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, of course," he said.
"OK," I continued, "You might not like this, but come with me."
I sat him down in one of the makeup chairs, tied his hair back, and covered the mirror. I began by giving him a close shave and making sure his face and neck were soft and smooth. I then began to apply foundation and concealer and was amazed at how his face began to change. I continued by applying mascara, eye shadow, and eye liner and marveled at how pretty his eyes began to look. Finally, I worked on his lips and when I was finished I let his hair loose and styled it a little. When I was finished I stood back and stared in shock at how beautiful he looked. Never in my life would I have imagined a guy could look that good as a girl. He stared back at me nervously.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said smiling and uncovering the mirror.
"Is that me?" he said in surprise at the pretty face staring back at him.
"Yes," I said.
"I wasn't sure about this at first," he said as he made faces in the mirror, "but I still mean what I said about doing anything to save the magazine. Do you think you could make the rest of me look this good?"
"I can try," I said hesitantly.
Independent Women- Part 1
By rogergirl