Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1 - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1

... admit that with a few minor changes, Sara had completely changed my appearance. The jeans left little to the imagination of the shape of my ass. I looked different, even a little sexy, and smiled widely at Sara.

She shook her head and said, "I'd sell my soul for an ass like yours, Gen." She added, "Just one more thing Gen."

Reaching behind the counter, Sara pulled her purse from the shelf. She rooted around inside and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. "Let's try this," Sara said.

She applied a light gloss coat to my lips and stood back to admire her work.

My reflection in the mirror was astounding. The rich red lip color enhanced my green eyes, making them sparkle. Sara played a little with my hair, repositioning a few strands from behind to the front of my shoulders. My hair extended down past my nipples and almost acted as a pointer, drawing attention to the tiny bumps in my tee.

Sara looked me over and said, "Very sexy, Gen. Very sexy indeed."

Over the next hour and a half, Sara and I experimented with all kinds of looks for me. We tried skimpy tops and sexy lace bras. We tried short dresses and even shorter skirts. Everything Sara suggested was flattering to those few outstanding features she had pointed out when I first admitted I needed a fashion makeover.

I left carrying two bags full of new clothes and wearing the black denim jeans and pumps we had started with. I set one bag on the curb and raised my arm to hail a cab. In an instant, two ...

... cabbies were trying to position their vehicles so I could enter. One cabbie jumped out and grabbed both bags. He said, "Let me get these for you, Miss."

I smiled at him as he placed the bags in the trunk and opened the passenger-side rear door for me. "Why, thank you, kind sir," I replied.

The cabbie slid into his seat and said, "Where to, Miss?"

In a few minutes, we pulled up in front of my hotel. The doorman saw me and hurried to open the door for me. The cabbie jumped out, lifted my bags from the trunk, and set them on the curb. I handed him a ten and thanked him for his kindness.

The doorman picked up my shopping bags, and as we walked toward the entrance, he said, "Been shopping, Miss?"

I grinned and replied, "Why yes, I found a few things I liked with the help of a good friend."

He handed my bags to the bellboy, who, the night before, looked at me like I was his aunt. The bellboy said, "Checking in, Miss?"

I chuckled loudly as I informed him I had checked in the night before, and he had carried my suitcase to my room.

He offered to carry my shopping bags to my room. I'd assumed it was more so he could continue to stare at my tits and ass than to make my life easier. For whatever reason, I agreed, and we entered the elevator together.

He smiled and said, "So what besides a shopping trip brings you to Manhattan this weekend, Miss."

I said, "I'm going to see an off-Broadway show this afternoon."

"Oh yeah, what show are you going to see?" He ...