Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1 - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1

... bathroom and retrieved a fresh razor and shaving cream. I placed them on the edge of the tub and tested the water. Finding it to my satisfaction, I stepped into the warm stream of shower water. The water cascaded over my body. I soaked my hair and tied it in a knot behind my head. Running my fingers through the hairy bush at my crotch, I wondered if perhaps I shouldn't start with scissors.

Spreading a handful of cream over the curly hair, I wet the razor. I thought, should I leave a narrow strip of hair above my slit or shave myself clean. I decided on the narrow strip. After all, I could always shave that, too, if I didn't like the looks of a jet-black landing strip.

I adjusted the showerhead, so it was directed straight down at the drain and sat on the tub's edge at the far end to begin my transformation. Slowly working my way in from the sides, the curly hair began to disappear. It felt rather erotic as my pubic bush shrank and became just the narrow strip of curly black hair above my slit. I decided the remaining strip of hair was still too thick, so I grabbed my scissors and trimmed that down somewhat, also. I finished showering and wrapped a big fluffy towel around my hair. Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and turned to the mirror to examine the results of my shave.

The thick bush of hair had been transformed into an erotic landing strip of wispy black hair that I thought looked rather sexy. It takes forever to dry my long hair, but I knew I had ...

... worked too hard and too long to grow it to this length, and no matter what, I was going to keep it this length.

The only thing I had to wear that approached being sexy was a pair of reasonably tight jeans and a white tee. I decided to forgo wearing a bra and had to settle for a pair of sneakers. As I viewed myself in the full-length mirror once again, I thought my nipples showed a little too much, but I was in New York City and figured I'd fit in reasonably well. But something was missing, something to set off my dazzling green eyes and long jet-black hair. It finally dawned on me that what was missing was a tease of color beside my eyes. I need a flashy lip color to set the whole appearance off. Searching through my purse, I could only find a pale shade of pink lip gloss. It wasn't dark enough, but it would have to do it until I found something darker.

Slipping a pair of dark sunglasses into my hair to hold it back, I was ready to head out and see what I could do about transforming my wardrobe. As the elevator door opened at the lobby, a rather good-looking older gentleman stood directly in front of the door. As I came into his view, he smiled widely and said, "Well, good morning." His eyes lowered a bit to gaze at my petite tits and the nipples that showed through the material of my tee.

I said, "Good Morning to you." As I strolled past him, I was happy that he didn't call me madam and thought maybe this transformation thing would have the desired effect. The doorman ...