The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex-Part 5

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

It was the day before the end of summer vacation and Todd Stanwick was elated. His summer job would end tomorrow and along with it the mad charade that he had maintained for the last two and a half months–the charade that he was a girl named Tara. He could barely contain himself when he thought of tomorrow and how he would then be able to leave the office, go home and finally and forever wash off the makeup, remove the pantyhose and heels and dispose forever of all the feminine accoutrements that had been part of his disguise and return to some semblance of normalcy, to try to recover from the humiliating mindfuck of this summer, to attempt to mend his masculinity which, after his mother’s efforts to feminize him, had been left in shreds.

But Fate had other ideas.

The office manager, Grace, a plump, good-natured woman in her early 50’s, looked into his cubicle and with a twinkle in her eye said to him, “Tara, I need you to look your prettiest tomorrow. I have something very exciting I want to share with you. I’ve already called your mother and told her and she is coming to pick you up and take you to the mall to get you some brand new clothes just for the occasion!”

Todd gripped the edge of his desk, his mind reeling. What fresh hell was this? He could hardly believe that there was to be another torturous shopping trip with his mother but he told himself that this would be the last one. After tomorrow, it would all be at an end and he could go back to being a boy. Tomorrow, he kept repeating to himself. Tomorrow. It was a comforting mantra that helped him get through the fresh humiliations of that evening.

At 5 o’clock, he left the office to find his mother lying in wait for him. Silently he got into the passenger seat of the car and they drove to the mall. His mother was speaking but he did not bother to listen to her. Only vague snatches of her conversation made it through to him. He had come to realize that the ability to tune her out, to tune out the other women who were privy to his burning shame, to go into a kind of daze, was a self-defense mechanism.

It was the same once they reached the mall. The first stop was the beauty salon where she had booked him for a full bikini and leg waxing and eyebrow arching. “The expression of a woman’s eyes is all in the arch,” said his mother and she ought to know, he supposed. Her green eyes were certainly very beautiful though whether they expressed her feelings or not, he often wondered. She seemed to him utterly inscrutable.

“Ugh,” she said, as he was lying on the waxing table having his body hair ripped out, “your nails are a fright! I’ll see if they can squeeze you in for a manicure. Acrylic tips, I think.”

“No!” Todd found himself crying out. “I don’t want acrylic tips! After tomorrow, this is all over and then I’ll have to come back and have them taken off.”

His mother ignored him and the next thing he knew, he was having his acrylic nails glued, shaped and painted. He realized he was not strong enough to fight his mother. He was like a doll in her hands, a pretty doll to be dressed and painted and played with whenever and however she desired.

He closed his eyes and said to himself over and over again, “Tomorrow, tomorrow, it all ends tomorrow.

 

To be concluded in the next chapter.

 

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