Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1 - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1

... smiled widely at me as he performed his duty, his eyes finding their way to my chest. I quickly learned that if you got it, you should show it since the first two male encounters of my day would have to be considered successful.

The doorman asked, "Cab, Miss?"

My ears rang with the sound of his question. He called me Miss. I smiled widely at him and said, "As a matter of fact, I would like a cab, thank you."

He raised his arm, and the next available cabbie pulled from the cab pool and glided to a stop directly in front of me. The kind, well-spoken doorman opened the rear door, and I slid in. Before he closed the door, he said, "Hope to see you later, Miss."

He scored even more points by referring to me as Miss a second time.

"Where to." The cabbie asked without even glancing in his rearview mirror.

I gave him the address of the clothing shop I had decided to start at, and in an instant, we were into the flow of early Saturday morning downtown traffic.

I probably could have walked the distance in about fifteen minutes because the cab ride only lasted about six. Gliding to a stop in front of the address I'd given him, he said, "Here we are."

I handed him a ten and said keep the change, which only amounted to about a buck and a half. I'd walk the next time I wanted to come back here.

Stepping out of the cab, I looked at the shop. Their website made the place seem much more extensive. One side of the entry to the shop had a long display window, while ...

... the other was a solid brick wall of the neighboring building. As I walked toward the door, I looked at the items in the window. Several items on display looked like they came from the wardrobe department of a "B" horror movie. But a couple of things did catch my eye. I opened the door, and a small bell mounted above the door on the jam tinkled my arrival.

A young woman, perhaps about twenty years old, came from behind the counter. She smiled and said, "Good Morning. Can I help you find something?"

I grinned at her and answered, "Yes, I need a wardrobe makeover."

The sales girl knew she was in for a long morning but seemed happy to have the company. She said, "Come over this way, and let's get a look at you and see where we should start."

As I approached her, she turned me toward a triple set of full-length mirrors. "Let's see now what we want to accentuate." She said.

"Long flowing black hair, green eyes, firm breasts, and I'd imagine with the right application of make-up the illusion of high cheekbones." She said, pointing out my good points.

I waited for the list of detractions, which I assumed would be a lengthy list.

"Now, what do we need to lose?" She remarked.

She began pointing out, "Sneakers, yuck. The jeans fit too loose, and the tee needs to be a bit more revealing, I'd think. Some eye makeup and a darker shade of lip-gloss."

"That's it?" I asked.

"For starters, yes, we'll go from there." She added.

"I'm Gen,” I offered since I would ...