Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1 - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1

... asked.

"It's called Taboos," I responded.

"Really," He remarked, "I've seen that show. You're in for a real treat, Miss."

"I'm looking forward to it, thanks," I said.

I unlocked the door to my room, and the bellboy followed me inside. He placed my bags against the wall just inside the door and stood there momentarily. I assumed he was admiring my new look.

"If there's anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please don't hesitate to call me." He said.

I smiled at him and said, "I'll keep that in mind. By the way, what's your name?"

"It's Jeremy,” He replied.

"Nice to meet you, Jeremy; I'm Genevieve," I said.

Jeremy smiled and said, "That's a beautiful name, Miss."

He scored points with me having called me Miss again. Perhaps I would call on him later to make my stay more enjoyable.

I emptied my bags onto the second bed in the room, spreading their contents out to display what Sara and I had picked out for me.

Three pairs of silk thigh highs, a concise slinky dress, two very lacy bras, one in black and another in pink, and matching thongs. A glittery top with very short sleeves and a low cut in the front, and a second pair of heels with three-inch spikes. I still wore the black jeans, thong, and thigh-high stockings Sara had first handed me. I wasn't entirely convinced that the jeans would relax enough to where I felt comfortable, but I had to admit I looked pretty hot. I suppose some compromises would be necessary to make the ...

... transformation I sought.

Glancing at the clock, I had an hour before the matinee, and I had a decision to make. Do I wear black jeans and a white tee, or switch to the glittery top? I decided to stay with the white tee since it contrasted nicely with my new jeans, and I was enjoying all the turned heads the shirt was causing.

I'd forgotten to eat today, so I grabbed my purse and headed out. The early fall afternoon sun was quite warm, but in the shadows of Manhattan skyscrapers, it was cool enough to make my nipples hard. Since I was looking to work on my transformation, I walked on the shady side of the street.

The theater was only an eight or nine-block walk from the hotel, so I had time to stop in a small deli for a quick bit to eat. Looking at my reflection in the window glass of the deli before I entered, I thought to myself. Genevieve, you're looking pretty hot. Looks can be deceiving. I still had to work on my mindset.

The waiter flirted with me constantly while I ate lunch. He was quite handsome, and he took fashion lessons from Sara since his jeans were so tight, they left little to the imagination at the groin. It had been too long since I had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock in my hand, and I wanted to change that also.

As the waiter came over to give me my check, he handed me a note. It read, "I'm Billy, give me a call sometime, and we can party.” Billy wrote his number below.

I smiled at him and said, "Thanks, Billy, I'm Genevieve. Next time I'm in ...