Zippers

PART 2

 

 

And so it was that on Monday morning I had stepped into the office a new woman. People in the office noticed immediately. Everything that could possibly be different was.

 

 

The weekend had been packed full of activity. It had started, early, with a morning session at Vivienne's office. I'd pulled out my cheque book at the start and signed away a small fortune, but I didn't care. It was only money. I'd rather be happy.

 

We had then started the session proper.

 

It was amazing that two full hours had passed, by the clock, but she had made me so relaxed, so quickly, that the time had gone in a flash. I had awoken feeling refreshed and excited.

 

She had told me that to start with we were going to work on how I held myself and that was the task to work at while we were out and about. I had listened intently as she told me the first of her 'secrets' to confident behaviour. She only wanted me to do three things today, easy things she said but, 'Oh so important’; Firstly, and most importantly, to smile a lot; at people, entering a room, when I feel uncomfortable; in fact most of the time. She had asked me to smile for her and had adjusted it so it looked right. Then she made me practice it and said she would remind me by saying, 'smile' throughout the day.

 

The other two things were posture and how to walk well. She said that as I was going to be stunning and probably a constant wearer of high heels, our first job was to get me a pair to learn in right away. I had felt nervous but again excited by this. I'd only ever worn high heels once, at a birthday party when I was 17. I'd found them difficult and had not persevered with them; they had looked more trouble than they were worth. I did like the look of other women in them though, if they could walk in them. I usually wore very practical but desperately unglamorous flat shoes.

 

It wasn't long before I had stepped out in a pair of new, black leather, high, stiletto heeled boots. Without anything else I had immediately started to feel glamorous. Vivienne had taken my arm and talked me through the 'correct' way to walk in them. She had taken me up and down a quiet side street while she improved my posture and got me balancing properly on the high heels. She was such an amazing teacher and had such a fantastic way of putting things. I had walked the rest of the day with my head high, like I had spent years in high heels. I felt so good that she had rarely to remind me to smile.

 

We did the rounds that afternoon. I had to go back to the car halfway through because we'd bought so much; two stunningly cut fitted suits that I'd never have picked myself; trousers and tops for evening wear; two pairs of attention-grabbing gorgeous heels for work that I would never have dreamed of wearing; a pair of fluffy high heeled mules to practice in around the house ( I'd found that so funny, Vivienne was pleased I was enjoying myself ) ;earrings; underwear; two bags; a coat; the list went on! I didn’t care how much of my savings were being used up. I'd smiled at everyone that day and gone home a happy woman. I'd immediately thrown my old things in a pile to make room for my new clothes. Vivienne had left me in town, elegantly kissing me goodbye. She had arranged to pick me up the following morning and take me for 'a day of sumptuous pampering'. I'd sat in the bath that night with a glass of chilled white wine in my hand and a beaming grin on my face.

 

 

 

The following day I'd got up early and dressed in my new clothes at a leisurely pace; new trousers, pink-brown top, coat and boots.  I was chauffeured by Vivienne to a beautician's. Her name was Trisha and she was stunning. Tall; slim; black skin, the colour

of milky coffee; lush, full, glossy lips; lustrous, frizzy, blond streaked hair, knotted up in a way so elaborate only a professional would be able to do. I had felt over-awed by her beauty. She clearly knew Vivienne well as they both shared a hug and kiss before Vivienne introduced me. Trisha had smiled and looked at my face, then stepped back to regard me.

 

'You've got some natural beauty for me to work with all right; and really quite a magnificent figure', she had smiled mischievously and exchanged looks with Vivienne, ‘come inside and we'll get started.'

 

We were the only ones in the shop but it was small and looked incredibly exclusive. I had bet it must cost a fortune to get anything at all done there. There were no prices up anywhere.

 

'I'm glad I paid up front', I had joked to myself.

 

Then I wondered if I had.

 

'Come this way Anita', Trisha had said.

 

She was dressed in a smart beige beautician's uniform; practical for getting hair and oil spills on but well fitting and very fashionably designed. She wore simple but perfect make-up and a pair of smart but comfortable looking beige sandals. She carried herself with the same confident elegance that Vivienne had but had more swing to her slightly wider hips.  I had followed her down a light, wood-floored corridor to a small changing room with a half door at modesty height. She had brought me a white silk robe and slippers, which she passed in, and told me to change. She said to take everything off as she was going to make my whole body beautiful. She said that Vivienne was leaving us but had said to have a great day and to let her take good care of me.

 

'So, Anita, have you had beauty treatments before?’ she asked as I belted the silk robe around my naked body and dropped my panties onto the floor.

 

'No. Never', I replied.

 

There then followed an amazed set of questions along the lines of, ‘What, you've never had your nails done?!’ through to, 'Not even a facial?!’

 

All of it was said with a pleasant jocularity that made me warm to her straight away.

 

'Well. You're in for a hell of a day girl!'

 

 

 

 

Over the next four and a half hours I was transformed into a woman.

 

She had started with a full body massage to get me relaxed. She asked me questions the whole way through. She had a way, like Vivienne, that made her very approachable and trustworthy. I had felt able to be totally honest and confide in her. We had chatted for a while until the massage just got too good and I zoned out.

 

I came to lying on my back with Trisha, back towards me, handling some things on a table next to me.

 

'Now, I'm afraid, I'm going to have to torture you'

 

I looked up as she turned around.

 

'Wax time!’ she smiled.

 

I must have looked a picture!

 

She was a real expert though. Waxed me everywhere. Took away hair I didn't know I had. Face, legs, bikini line, everywhere was fair game. It really didn't hurt much either. She trimmed my pubic hair from a spidery bush to an elegant, feminine strip.

 

After that she treated my skin with scented oils and creams, which she worked in while I gently melted.

 

Then she pedicured me and manicured my hands.

 

'Ok, now the difficult subject of nail colour', she had said, 'I'm going to put some false nails on your hands so we will have to paint them'

 

I trusted her. I never wore nail varnish, partly because it seemed like too much trouble, but mainly because most examples I'd seen looked pretty tacky or tarty. I particularly hated women with really long nails, they reminded me of whores. Long pink or red nails, horrible! I remember we both had a good laugh about that.

 

She showed me a wooden display book with lots of sample colours painted onto little stones. I had looked at them for a while unable to make up my mind. Then I realised what I thought might work.

 

'Don't tell me', she had said looking into my eyes before I could open my mouth, 'I’ll bet you really would like a French manicure, yes?'

 

'Yes', I exclaimed, genuinely amazed, 'that's incredible, how did you knew that?'

 

She had smiled

 

'I know what works.’ she had purred, 'I know what works for you too, Anita'

 

Apparently she did.

 

She finished my nails, making sure they were just long enough so I could still type easily. Then she gave me the facial.

 

'I've got a hair colour for you too sweetie. Now see how you like this'

 

'It's beautiful', I had said, 'It's so perfectly beautiful. Do you think it would look OK on me?'

 

'Only one way to find out'

 

She dyed my bush of thick light brown hair a deep red, orange. It was gorgeous but it did scream for attention. I was slightly worried at first but then I fell in love with it. She had cut my thick bush into something that was just so 'me' but I would never have found it; lively, a little chaotic, beautifully shaped, longer at the back than the front but fashionably so. She talked me through how to do it myself, it was very little trouble. It framed my face perfectly, which she then taught me how to make-up. As I finished off with a thick velvety lipstick I couldn’t have believed I would ever look this good.

 

'Ok now go back to the dressing room and change'

 

When I emerged she kissed me and told me I looked absolutely beautiful. I had blushed and thanked her. She told me that she would have ordered me a cab but thought that maybe I should take a walk a bit further up the road, into town, to get a cab there. To show myself off a bit she had said with a wink. I had teetered out on cloud nine.

 

 

 

Monday morning, the minute I walked into the office, heads turned. I loved it. I loved the attention and found that all kinds of people were treating me differently. The doorman had almost 'double-taked', he eyed me down from immaculate hair and face, through my nipped-in fitted suit, all the way down my black nylon covered legs to my high black leather stiletto-pumps. I had smiled to myself and carried on my proper walk. I know he checked out my ass for a good time without having looked.

 

I stood in the lift with a guy who worked upstairs. He'd never noticed me before but I could see him checking me out in the door reflection. I smiled at him, then the door opened for my floor and I left.

 

I work in a multi-story office block. Our company, a legal firm, is on the tenth floor and takes up half of that. I'm the personal secretary for one of the partners and handle the work for one other junior lawyer usually. That's enough to keep me pretty busy and I am a good secretary. There's a central area with the lawyers’ doors coming off where I work with 3 other secretaries. All the offices had frosted-glass doors and windows opening onto our area. It was a very professional set up as all the clients were seen there. I had often felt that I was the thing that let it down the most and was glad my desk was to one side.

 

The girls I share a room with couldn't believe it! They showered me with complements and started asking where I got my things from and where I got my hair done. I was cagey about it as I didn't want to let on that I was seeing a therapist and after naming a few shops turned the conversation round to something else. When we went out to get lunch I felt like there was more of a buzz about the group of us and everyone had seemed more excited.

 

My boss had come in late and had immediately gone in to talk to one of the other partners. When he came out he came over to me to ask me into his office, this is what we did every day and I would go through his diary with him. He immediately paid me a complement as he saw me at the desk, sincerely saying I looked lovely today. Then he told me to come in. He held the door for me as always and I sidled past him and stood at my usual spot. He sat down and we started going through meetings and cases as normal. He was definitely different with me though. I saw him eyeing up my legs several times.

 

He was not attractive physically but was very confident, decisive and could be quite commanding. He was always very specific with what he wanted me to do and I liked that. He was also the most powerful man in the company, the other partners generally deferred to his judgement. I had once woken up very flustered after a dream where he had taken me into his office, bent me over his desk and fucked me until he came. Then he had sent me away unsatisfied and frustrated to finish my typing. I recalled that dream while I was standing there and blushed, Vivienne had me smiling at him though!

 

 

 

That night I had another session. I recounted every detail to Vivienne. The final detail was the one that had made the day for me. As I had stepped into the lift to go downstairs I had realised that the same guy from upstairs was in it. I'd smiled at him and stepped in. He had wasted no time telling me that I looked beautiful and would I like to meet up for a drink some time? I have never been asked out by a stranger before (!) but strangely handled it very well. He introduced himself as David, I gave him my name and number and said to call me. Then I walked out before him feeling a bit like a temptress as I walked, knowing I would have his full attention on me.

 

'That's fantastic, Anita', Vivienne said, 'I'm so happy for you. And you know this is just the beginning too. We’ll cover what you’ll need to handle a date soon as well!'

 

'Ok, let's start the session'

 

I remember envisaging some scenarios but the details were very blurry. I can remember one starting with approaching a man I found attractive but I couldn’t remember what happened next. I remember feeling very, very sexy though; and still felt sexy when I came to at the end.

 

'I have to say that things are going extremely well, Anita. You're almost a model subject and I can practically guarantee a good outcome with you'

 

I smiled happily

 

'Next session will be in three days, on Thursday. Homework is to find a fitness activity you can do as I think we should get a few pounds off you. You aren't fat honey, don't worry, this is about getting you to your absolute best; so absolutely no junk food or chocolate until we’re happy about this. Secondly I want you to masturbate every night now for a while. We need to develop and explore your sexuality now you're getting to be in a position to need it.'

 

I blushed from head to toe, ‘Yes, Vivienne.’

 

'I have a little present here that I think you will learn to like a lot. Use it when you get home and then every night'

 

I felt a little naughty as I took an expensive looking, little black bag from her. Something was wrapped up inside it.

 

'Now off you go'