Lorijo on Becoming a Girl

I departed the salon into the maze of people in the mall. My hair flowed as I walked brushing my face and neck but I didn’t try and hide it. The hair felt and smelled wonderfully feminine. I was aware of looks but just kept walking toward the parking lot. A child’s voice from the crowd remarked to the mother, "look mama, a girl boy." I could hardly wait to get home and put on a dress and makeup.
I immediately stripped once inside. Before dressing I began shaving my entire body. I wanted the new me to feel all the sensations of the clothing on my skin. Before dressing I sat before the mirror and applied makeup and lipstick as I had done many times before. Then I dressed. First came a black wonder bra with matching bikini panty. Then I slid on to my smooth legs lightly smoky thigh high stockings with lace tops. The dress I selected was a black babydoll type. It had thin support straps, a low back, and fell to mid-thigh. The black color showed off my new hair in a very sexy fashion, and my bare shoulders and back allowed me to feel the hair move on my skin as I walked.
At this moment, I realized the dressing would no longer be enough. I needed more and wanted to be feminized. I wanted to be shemale. I wanted to change my life and live as a girl.

For the next four hours I walked around the apartment trying to perfect a girl walk while talking in a girl voice. I constantly looked at my hair and swished my head to feel the silky soft hair on my body. I told myself over and over that I was girl until I believed the words.
The next day was Sunday and the mall salon opened at eleven. I picked up the phone and called. I asked for Jenny. She remembered me. I shyly asked if I could come in today and take her up on the eye and makeup treatment. She told me to be there at one.
I didn’t want to dress totally like a guy so I selected a pair of jeans and a blouse I had bought some time ago. It was a wrap blouse that tied on the side. I dressed and looked in mirror. At a glance I could be mistaken for a girl without boobs. The blouse was unmistakably feminine but the hair made it nearly totally convincing. The long soft blonde hair and fluffy bangs softened every feature that was male.