The Feminization of Jamie Preview

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The door to the apartment clicked shut behind Jamie as he stripped off his work shirt and let it fall to the carpet. He walked over to the bathroom, rubbing the back of his neck and grimacing.

His muscles ached, the tension from the day's work still knotted up in his shoulders. The hot shower he was about to take would help him relax, but not as much as what he planned to do afterwards.

He’d spent most of the day hunched over his desk at the call centre, dealing with every angry customer you could think of.

All through the day, his anticipation had grown. That squirm in the pit of his stomach and the mounting excitement – and, yes, fear – wouldn’t go away. It was almost delicious.

Tonight was going to change everything.

Stepping into the shower, he adjusted the water temperature and let it wash away the grime of the office. He reached for his razor and began shaving the hair from his body, taking his time to ensure he didn't miss any spots.

He wanted to be perfectly smooth for that first date. There were still two hours to go before that knock at the door but there was so much to do.

He had waited for this moment for a long time, and he wanted everything to be perfect. At 28, he thought he would never have enough courage to reach out. He wondered what Alice would think of him. She was the one who had first created Amelia. Her Baroness Frankenstein had forged this amazing, ultra-feminine ‘monster’.

As he rinsed off the last of the shaving cream, he felt a sense of excitement and nervousness wash over him again. It was stronger this time. His hands were even shaking.

Yes, tonight would be the night.

Tonight, he would become her, and she would become complete. And maybe she would stay forever.

He turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist. Condensation covered the mirror, and he wiped it gently but could only see a faint blur of a figure. A metaphor for her, he thought. Coming slowly into view.

He went into the bedroom, poured himself a large glass of whiskey and sat on the bed. A little Dutch courage to take the edge off his nerves. Over the last year, his bedroom had gradually become more feminine. There were more dresses in the wardrobe, much, much more lingerie in the dresser drawers.

On the bed next to him, the feminine lingerie, the beautiful dress, the high heels, and the wig were laid out, just as he had left them that morning.

He finished the whiskey, walked over to the dresser and sat in front of the mirror.

She was in there somewhere. Close to the surface. The beautiful, irrepressible Amelia.

He took a bottle of coconut moisturiser and put a small amount into the palm of his hand. He massaged it gently into his face, taking his time. Then he applied it to the rest of his body. Working downwards, slowly and purposefully.

He poured another whiskey – just one more, don’t want to be tipsy for your date, honey – and let the cool of the room wrap around him. His nipples hardened and he took a moment to stroke them, eyes closed. That got his ardour rising. He moaned slightly and then stopped. That would not do. That would not do at all!

As he sipped the whiskey, he practised in the mirror.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Smile. You have a nice smile. Always smile as much as possible. Brush your hair back. Touch your necklace. Little mannerisms like that were so feminine.

“Hello, Dominic, it’s nice to meet you.”

Light, slightly breathless. A little sexy sounding, really. You minx! How could any man resist?

Taking a deep breath, he sat down and began to apply the makeup that would transform him into Amelia.

This was the most important part. If you got the face right, then all else followed. He held out his palm.

There, steady as a rock. Well, maybe a slight trembling.

Jamie began the meticulous process of transforming himself, starting with the application of the foundation. With a gentle touch, he spread the creamy mixture over his face, blending it seamlessly with his skin. He took extra care around his nose and under his eyes, ensuring that every imperfection was concealed.

Next, he moved on to the eyes, working the different shadows to create a sultry, smoky look that was to die for. He carefully lined the lid and undereye in dark brown creating a thin, precise line that immaculately finished the look to his satisfaction.

He applied false lashes and a coat of mascara, creating plenty of beautiful volume. Jamie sat back and made sure it was all perfect, touched up a little here and there and smiled at the mirror.

He added some blush to his cheeks, blending it in a way that gave a natural, rosy glow. Finally, it was the lips. They were always last. Sometimes he left them until he was completely dressed. It was like a switch going off but this time he couldn’t wait. He lined them in a dark rose and then added a slightly lighter shade of red, blending it in.

Once finished, he stepped back from the mirror, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. He hardly recognized the face staring back at him.

She was nearly there.

The transformation was almost unbelievable.

This was Amelia's face, and she was about to embark on her first date with a man she had met online. She giggled and smiled and whispered something to the mirror.

The nails will be last this time. That will be the switch. Or the wig. Maybe the wig.

I need some clothes, she cooed from the darkness.

She took a deep breath, put on the red lace bra, and adjusted it to fit perfectly. She slipped on the matching silk panties, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she tucked herself away. Next came the garter belt, which she fastened around her waist, before sitting on the bed to pull on the black lace stockings. The silk felt smooth and luxurious against her skin, and she couldn't help but run her hands up and down as she admired how her legs looked.

Is that good enough for you?

Amelia sat back at the dresser and began working on her nails. She had always kept them long, telling everyone that she played guitar. It made sense to her anyway. The varnish seemed to take an age to dry but when she had finished her nails were perfect. She put on a couple of rings and held her hands out in front of her.

Amelia picked up the pretty red silk dress she had chosen for this evening, and slipped it over her head, letting it fall over her body. She took a moment to appreciate the way the fabric hugged her body just enough, accentuating her girlish figure in all the right places and flaring delightfully at the thighs.

She turned. Nice butt, honey. She wiggled it and felt the suspenders squeeze her upper thighs gently.

She stepped into the high heels, wobbling slightly as she adjusted to the new height. A few steps up and down and she was back into the groove. Swinging her hips, moving fluidly like a real girl. The way Alice had taught her all those years ago.

Without looking in the mirror, she picked up the long blonde wig, her heart pounding. She had never felt so beautiful, so desirable. She took a deep breath, and as she slipped it onto her head, fluffed and stroked it and then finally let it drop across her shoulders, her anticipation merged towards euphoria.

With a confident smile, she turned to the mirror, adjusted the hair a little more and gasped with pleasure.

Perfect.

So sophisticated, with just a hint of raunchy red bra showing.

She sprayed perfume on her wrists, inhaling the delicate scent as she did so. She felt ready, more than ready.

Which was good. Because at that moment the doorbell rang.

Dominic was a little early. Her heart nearly stopped. She put her makeup and other bits in a slim leather bag and took a last look. Had she missed anything? Now her heart was really pounding.

With a deep breath, she walked over to the door and opened it.

There he was.

Dominic.

"Hello, Amelia," he said, his eyes tracing over her body with a look of hunger. "You look amazing."

She smiled, feeling a rush of excitement and terror as he complimented her.

"Thank you," she said, her voice soft and sultry.

From Dominic's point of view, the moment was surreal. He had been searching for the perfect sissy for a long time, and when the door opened, he had been prepared to be disappointed.

The vision of Amelia, however, instantly took his breath away.

She was stunning, a perfect blend of femininity and seduction. She wasn’t too tall and the way she held herself, slightly trembling was just perfect.

He couldn't wait to get his hands on her, to feel her soft curves against his body.

To finally turn her to his will.

"Shall we go?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Sorry, yes, let's," he replied, taking her hand in his and leading her out of the apartment.

As they walked down the street, she squeezed his hand. People passed them by, oblivious that the pretty girl in the cute red dress was a little more complicated than she seemed on the surface.

He leaned towards her: “I want you to do something for me?”

She looked slightly up at him, her red lips parting a little.

“Walk ahead of me for a bit,” Dominic added.

“Why?” She felt a little scared.

“I just want to see you walk.”

He let go of Amelia’s hand and slowed. She drew a deep breath and began to walk, swaying her hips and looking divine. He wondered how long she had practised in front of the mirror, but it was certainly something to behold. She was almost perfect.

Dominic couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked so natural in her feminine attire, her hips swaying gently with each step. He thought of her kneeling before him in just her lingerie, doing his bidding, and felt his groin stir.

"Sway your hips some more," he said. She dutifully complied. He watched her cute butt wiggle; the heels clicking on the pavement. He knew she was going to be a compliant little whore once he'd finished with her.

“That’s perfect,” he smiled as he caught up to her. “You’re perfect.”

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