By Priscilla Bouffant
As a teenager I wanted to wear ladies’ clothes. At seventeen-years-old, I purposely got “caught”. At nineteen I enrolled in the Winthrop Institute in Northern California. I haven’t really looked back, since.
Chapter I: Perfectly Pampered
I loved coming to the “Delightfully Ambrosia” salon. I’ve been going there since I came out as a sissy, to my mother, aunt, older sister and older female cousin, when I was seventeen years old. The owner, Gladys Millstone is a member of the Cassandra Sisterhood. The salon is very transgender friendly.
When Candace told me, the staff was ready for me, I had been reading the latest issue of “Marie Claire”. Since I was a student at the Winthrop Academy “Marie Claire” has been one of my favorite magazines. There were always a few copies wherever we went in the school. There would be some in the waiting areas outside the counselors’ offices.
We could always be assured of being able to read an issue whenever we were waiting for a conference with the Headmistress. Of course, there were plenty at the school beauty salon. I’m always ready for a good pampering at “Ambrosia”. My husband, Diego, insists that I grace their very lovely salon with my presence at least twice a month.
Its part of the reason he sought me out and took me as his wife. He wanted a real, prissy, girly-girl. He wanted a wife that enjoyed looking beautiful for him all of the time. He wanted a bride that would have sex whenever he wanted to have sex. He wanted a submissive who truly believed that the husband was the master in any marriage.
I am that very prissy, girly-girl. Though, I wasn’t always a girl. I was raised in a stereotypical sort of environment, that would be thought of as a breeding ground for a sissy. But, at sixteen I didn’t look or act like a sissy, yet. I’d nearly reached my adult height of almost five feet and ten inches. I weighed around 150 pounds.
I even played sports. Somewhere along the line, though, in a predominantly female household, I developed a fascination for hairdressing, cosmetics, and sexy female fashions. So much so, that when I finally delved into my fascination, I would become very sexually aroused.
These days, I’ve slimmed down quite a bit to a svelte 122 pounds. At the salon, I followed Candace to a very private room. I changed into a robe, panties and marabou slippers. I was getting a bikini and leg wax, along with a massage. Candace was excellent with her use of the zip wax. I loved the way she did my pussy. Then she began with the massage.
At the “Delightfully Ambrosia” salon you can always depend on “special services” if you are so inclined, and willing to pay the price. From time to time, my husband, Diego, will surprise me, by having Gladys set something up with a member or members of her staff.
Even prior to me having my “boy parts” surgically removed, and having a pussy so wonderfully fashioned, I could depend on my darling man to astonish me with a little extracurricular activity while I was being dolled up.
Candace massaged my back, shoulders, feet, calves and buttocks. She even oiled my hair. When she turned me over she put a facial sleep mask on me to cover my eyes.
“Relax, Misses Iglesias. I’ll take good care of you. Once I’ve massaged you, you can either take a nice dip in a warm jacuzzi, or head to the sauna and then take a shower. Then I’ll manicure and pedicure your fingers and toes,” said Candace as she worked her way from my shoulders to my breasts.
“Candace darling. You don’t need to call me Misses Iglesias. Please darling. It’s just you and I, alone in a very private, intimate setting. So darling, I want you to call me Babette. Won’t you please?” I asked, reaching up and squeezing one of her hands, lightly as she rubbed warm massage oil onto my tits.
“That’s so very nice Candace. Hmm? I love the way you are touching my bosom. I guess you can tell, though can’t you? What, with the way my nipples are becoming hard and erect. You really have a wonderful woman’s touch dear,” I whispered in delight.
“I’ll have to get Gladys to send you over the house for a really private massage, while Diego is off giving some dowager or debutante, her tennis lessons, and whatever else he does for them,” I giggled and then purred very sexily.
I know that Diego regularly has sex, with his female tennis students. It’s part of his job. They can’t resist his taut body and muscles, his handsome features, his European charm, and his stallion-sized penis. Who can blame them? But, what’s a girly-girl to do?
Well, I keep myself beautiful, and show Diego what I can do sexually, and keep him interested in me. I guess, paying to have one of the girls at the salon, pleasure me, is Diego’s way of keeping me sated when he is off screwing one of his pieces of fluff.
“Oh my, but I think I would love to massage you at your home Misses Iglesias, oh, I mean Babette. Yes, Babette, of course. What a lovely French name. Is your middle name French also ma’am?” Candace asked.
“Yes, it is Candace. It’s Cheree,” I added softly.
“Goodness, that is so very sexy and so French! I’m sorry but that is something like a sexpot movie actress would have for her name,” Candace smiled.
“Well thank you Candace. Because I like to think of myself as being a sexy little sexpot. I know my husband Diego thinks I’m very sexy. He always tells me that I am. You think I’m sexy, don’t you Candace?” I asked sighing.
“Oh yes ma’am, Miss Babette. I find you very, very sexy,” Candace purred.
“Well good Candace. Candace could you massage me closer to my groin area darling? That would feel so very super sexy to me,” I asked.
“Yes Babette. I’ll do that right now. How does this feel Babette? Just let me know how everything I’m doing feels ma’am,” Candace said, as she slipped a well-oiled finger or two into the slit of my vagina.
“Oh yes, darling Candace. That is just perfect,” I said, arching my back and wiggling my buttocks around.
“Wonderful Babette. I’m just going to give that area a little kiss, if you don’t mind, of course, Babette. There, oh yummy. Oh, and you taste just as sweet as I thought you would,” said Candace as she kissed my reconstructed labia and clitoris.
“Oh, my goodness, gracious, me, Candace. Oh lover. What you are doing to me now is just so wonderful. Keep that up. Oh, please keep that up my precious, little darling!” I hissed excitedly.
Candace was really sending me to the moon. Diego, as fantastic a lover as he is, doesn’t eat my pussy very frequently. He usually pounds me to an orgasm, with his massive horse-sized cock. I still react quite well to a nice anal screwing, also. But, the way Candace sucked my pussy, told me she had some very active lesbianism in her background.
I simply adore Lesbian females. We are sisters in the kinship of our souls. I’m a very femme, and very submissive lesbian when I am with a female. Candace was no exception to that hard and fast rule. I was literally melting as she increased the pressure on my clit.
When I at last, reached an orgasm, I could barely keep from screaming. Candace had to cover my mouth, or the women all over the salon would have heard me. I nearly fainted. I was sweating profusely. I knew I must have ruined Candy’s hair and makeup and I told her so.
“Candace my love. That was more than sensational. I hope you were very serious about becoming my private and very personal at-home masseuse? Oh dear, and I must have smudged your cosmetic application and ruined your lovely hairdo? Didn’t I precious?” I asked in all seriousness.
‘Don’t concern yourself with my hair or makeup, Babette. I’ll fix that even before I do your nails. Yes, of course, I would love to take care of your needs privately at your home. Simply inform Gladys of the time and place. Sundays as well as Mondays would be the best days, for my schedule,” Candace replied.
“Now, please understand, Babette, that in the main portion of the salon, I must refer to you as Misses Iglesias. Gladys will permit nothing less. Now, the sauna is ready as well as the jacuzzi,” Candace informed me.
I chose the sauna, and a delightful shower, before dressing in all but the footwear and stockings I’d worn to the salon. I was seated in a separate room, while Babette and a very pretty young boy, gave me a manicure and pedicure. The boy knelt at my feet.
I judged him to be around nineteen. His strawberry blond hair was very prettily permed in a stack-styled wave. He wore an obvious coral pink shade of lipstick along with light mascara and pink blusher. I loved his floral print romper and told him so. I had a similar romper, I wore around the pool when I didn’t feel like wearing a swimsuit.
When they had completed my nails, I put my stockings and sling back pumps back on and sashayed into the main portion of the salon. There the very pretty male pedicurist washed my tresses. Then he took me to a styling station where I was greeted by Gladys, who was standing along with Candace.
“Misses Iglesias. It is always a pleasure to see you. I hope Candace has been up to your standards today?” Gladys asked.
“Yes of course she has Gladys. All your girls always meet my exacting standards. In fact, I wish to plan for weekly, private, at-home massages from Candace. Gladys, since when are we so formal? We’ve known each other since before I turned eighteen,” I smiled.
“Your influence procured a scholarship to Winthrop for me. You even selected my middle name for me. It just makes me feel older when you call me Misses Iglesias. I’ll always think of myself as your little Babette,” I cooed.
“Of course, you’ll always be my little Babette. I simply want to impress upon my employees a sense of formality with our select customers. Now what are we doing today? Your reddish blonde tints look lovely. The auburn lowlights turned out well,” Gladys said.
“Really, all you need is simply a light trim. Is Mr. Iglesias picking you up? Do you need a special style and makeup?” Gladys asked.
“Yes, Diego is coming here to get me. We’re going back to the country club to speak with a property broker and look at a home there. So, I’d like an updo with some curl. Along with makeup for a business lunch,” I added.
“Of course. A home at the Bay Colony Club? My goodness Babette, I’m so happy for you and Diego. My little girl is simply growing up!” Gladys gushed.
When Diego’s new Lexus pulled up in the parking area in front of the salon, I exited quickly. I opened the front passenger side door and jumped into the vehicle before he could even get out. Diego is the type of dashing European that loves opening doors for ladies.
I normally enjoy him doing it, but on that particular day, I just wanted to be near him. I leaned over for a nice, wet, lipstick kiss on his mouth.
“Oh darling, I love you! I wish we were going straight home. I just want to screw you right now. Such a nice surprise was waiting for me at the salon,” I smiled.
“Oh, did you like Candace? One of my tennis students told me about her a few years ago. So even after Candace’s treatment you still want to jump in bed? My goodness, what a sexy, little minx you are Babette!” Diego exclaimed.
“Even more so after what Candace did, you stud. I want your big cock up inside of my puss and my ass, Diego,” I growled huskily.
Diego is a retired tennis pro from Spain. He was on the circuit for many years. When he went into semi-retirement, he moved to the Frisco Bay region and landed a position at a prestigious county club. There he met an unusual couple, Phyllis and Cecily.
For the longest time he believed they were Lesbians. It turned out, after a few sexual liaisons with them, that Cecily was a transgender sissy. Diego had always been enthralled with how much of a subservient, almost 1950’s style housewife Cecily was. Even before Diego knew that Cecily was actually a sissy he was captivated with her girlish submissiveness.
Being an old school Spanish male, Diego had always wanted that type of “Barbie Doll,” or “Stepford” sort of bride. He expressed his desires vociferously to the “husband” in the relationship, Phyllis.
“Primarily, Cecily is a submissive little plaything and housekeeper because she is a sissy. Maybe that’s what you need to look for? A sissy wife. I happen to belong to group, that could possibly put you in touch with an educational institution where they train sissy-girls to be like Cecily,” Phyllis added.
I had just completed my first year at Winthrop when Diego viewed several promotional videos supplied to him by Phyllis, who was a Cassandra Sisterhood member. She had obtained the videos from the Winthrop academy. My video was one of the three that caught Diego’s eye.
I was on a scholarship at the time. Diego and I went on a few, off-campus dates, including a weekend at Big Sur. Shortly after the Big Sur trip, I realized that Diego was interested in a permanent relationship.
Up until I’d met Diego, I’d had my heart set on graduating and taking up housekeeping for a dominant female. But something within me had changed. I told my counselor at Winthrop, I’d was very interested in Diego, long term. You will experience more about my Cassandra training, and my love affair with Diego in future chapters.
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