A Trip To Joann's

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It had been three months since my wife went away for four days giving me the opportunity to be a free woman. I was missing that wonderful weekend of unbridled sex and cross-dressing. There were no more opportunities on the horizon leaving me quite hopeless. In my despair, I surfed the internet for porn and cross-dressing sites when I came across a site called ?Joann?s Shop?. It had the greatest selection of clothing, wigs, undergarments, and breast forms I had ever seen before. They also had articles on hair care, skin care, dressing tips, nails, eyebrows, make-up, and many other items for cross-dressers along with a question-and-answer section and chat room.As I looked through the articles, I found a link to ?Joann?s Club Paradise.? I clicked on the link and was amazed. It described a place dedicated to cross-dressers. They could transform almost anyone into a woman and then stay at their motel, as a woman, with other cross-dressers. It seemed too good to be true. They had a complete video of the club, its activities, and the staff. There were*also some before-and-after transformation pictures that were unbelievable.One of the pages described how it could be visited in total discretion, using yet another link. I could go there*under the guise of a fishing trip completely supported by ?JCP, LLC.? I clicked on the link and found a site that had no trace of its true intention. It required a password that had to be created on the ?Joann?s Club Paradise? site to prevent an accidental booking.That evening during dinner, I asked my wife if she would mind me taking five days to go on a fishing trip. I showed her the ?JCP? site. Without the password entered, it appeared as a fishing excursion. She said I should get away and enjoy myself, especially since she did not like fishing at all. I told her I would book it tonight.I took my lap-top to our study and went to the ?Joann?s Club Paradise? site. I created a password as instructed, then viewed the information on visiting. There were many options such as bringing my own girly clothes, buying them there, renting them, transformation services, and others. A $200.00 per day deposit was required for each day reserved. Everything would be charged to ?JCP,LLC? on my credit card. I clicked on the link to the fishing site. There was a box for a promotional code where I entered the password. A calendar appeared with their open days. They were solidly booked for ten weeks. I selected the first available Monday-to-Friday block in the second week of September. There were a few options for transportation. I decided to fly there since it was at least a twenty-hour drive. It was going to be a long wait.I continued to visit the bookstore, whenever possible, but it was often dead in the summer and I was becoming frustrated. September couldn?t come soon enough. At the end of August, I got a brochure from JCP showing the dates of my ?fishing trip? with some pictures of a cabin, boat, and people holding fish. There was a map of the regional airport indicating where to be picked up by their shuttle.The night before my flight, I packed a bag with my normal clothes. I had an early flight to Atlanta, where I connected with a local airline to a regional airport. I was so excited. Less than five hours later, I was walking out of the small airport toward a van. A beautiful woman stepped out of the van and greeted me, introducing herself as Joann. I asked her, ?Thee Joann??She answered with a chuckle, ?Yes, thee Joann. Please, take a seat and read this brochure. We have one more passenger before we leave. It?s only a twenty-minute ride.? She put my bag in the back of the van. A few minutes later, a second man came, and she did the same. The brochure had a picture of Joann kumköy escort bayan (http://kumkoy.t2bro.net/) on the front with a history of her transformation. I couldn?t help but stare at her. I couldn?t believe she wasn?t a natural-born woman. The second page of the brochure had a check-off list of services to be offered by Joann?s Club Paradise. We arrived at the club before I could finish reading the brochure. Joann opened the door and led us to the check-in desk.There were two women at the desk. The first greeted me, asking for my credit card and feminine name. I had used the name Jean at the motel room gang-bang six months ago, so I used that name, again. We discussed the various rates and I chose the all-inclusive option. She came back with a card which she explained was to be kept with me at all times. The name on it was Jean. Then she told me to follow her so she could give me a tour of the facility.She showed me the reception area next to the check-in counter. There was a big fireplace surrounded by comfortable couches and tables. Then, we walked into the dining room where there were tables, a small dance floor, and a bar. From there, we walked outside. There was a large pool with lounge chairs around it, an outside bar connected to the inside bar, a fire pit, and a pavilion. We walked further back where there were two small secluded hot springs. Continuing back further*there was a sandy volleyball court, bocce ball court, and bean bag tossing areas. It was a beautiful place. My guide explained that all of the women we?d*seen, so far, were cross-dressers. It was unbelievable.Our last stop was the salon on the second floor, located directly above the lobby, at the beginning of the hallway to the rooms. There were two women (I think) attending to two customers. She told me to check off my salon choices and leave it in the basket on the counter. She said Monday was one of the busiest days, so it could take a few hours for my appointment. I checked off the full-service option and left the brochure in the basket as instructed. Finally, she took me to my room in which my card was used to open the door. She told me the salon would call me on my phone shortly with my appointment time before she left.I walked around the room. My suitcase must have been delivered during our tour and was sitting on the bed. There was a flat-screen television in the sitting area that could be watched from the bed. A channel guide was sitting on the table that listed several porn channels, a local station, and an internal Joann?s Club Paradise channel. I turned on the Joann?s channel. Joann, herself, hosted the channel which alternated between activities, rules, testimonials, salon options, clothing selections, and other segments of the club.As I was watching, the phone rang. It was the salon. I had a two o?clock appointment. Since it was only noon, I decided to walk down to the dining room and get some lunch. The hostess sat me at a table with a middle-aged woman, or so I thought. When she responded to my introduction, her voice immediately gave away her true identity.She asked, ?How do I look? I just came from the salon a few minutes ago.?I said, ?You look beautiful, I thought you were a woman.??Let me guess, my voice gave me away.??Yes, it did. I guess I?m going to have the same problem.?She asked, ?What time is your appointment??I answered, ?Two o?clock??Would you like to get together afterward? My name is Gail. We could practice on our voices and walking. I really want to get more comfortable as a woman.?I agreed to meet her at five o?clock in the reception area. We ate lunch together and talked until I left for the salon.At the salon, a woman greeted me at the counter. I showed her my Joann?s kumköy escort (http://kumkoy.t2bro.net/) card and she swiped it in her terminal. Her name tag indicated her name was Amanda. She told me to come through the door into the salon. She handed me a box and instructed me to go into a small room, remove all of my clothing, put it in the box, and put on the robe hanging on the inside of the door. When I came out of the room, she took the box, marked it with my room number, and put it on a table. We walked into another room where there was a shower*with no door, a toilet with*a swinging door, a padded table, and a long counter against one wall.She instructed me to remove my robe and hang it up on the wall. Then, she put on a pair of latex gloves and started rubbing some lotion over much of my body, explaining it was hair remover. She used another lotion on my face that she explained was a more sensitive facial hair remover. I was told to raise both of my arms straight up, as she applied some lather under my arms, before shaving them clean. Next, she had me stand in the shower while she wet some small towels and wrung them out. They were used to remove the lotion from my skin. As she wiped, all of my hair came off. Finally, she turned on the shower and told me to rinse off. My skin was smooth everywhere when I stepped out. She helped me dry off and had me lie*on my back on the table.?How would you like your pubic hair trimmed? Here are some pictures of the most common examples.?I paged through the pictures before choosing a heart. She said it was the most popular choice. First, she used a pair of scissors to cut all of my pubic hair short. Then she used shaving cream and a disposable razor to shave my bush into a heart with the point just over my dick. Next, she trimmed my eyebrows, ears, and nose hair, before sending me back to the shower, again. She washed my hair twice*and then used conditioner. After she helped me dry off, she instructed me to put on my robe and follow her to the hot tub room.She started filling the one-person tub with water, adding some type of bath beads that smelled heavenly. When the tub was full, she turned on the water jets and had me sit and relax in the tub, as she went back into the main salon room to another customer.Almost an hour later, Amanda came back asking, ?How does that feel? It?s time to dry off and put your robe back on.?I replied, ?That felt great, my skin feels so soft.? She shut off the tub and let it drain as we went into the main salon room. I sat down in a styling chair in one of the three cubicles. A woman named Michelle was working on another person in the next cubicle. Amanda showed me some samples of nail polish colors, suggesting I choose a hot pink. I agreed and she did my toenails first, followed by my fingernails next. She told me I didn?t have long enough hair to style, so we would have to choose a wig. We walked to the big table in the center of the salon. There were*over a dozen Styrofoam heads with different wigs on them. She suggested a simple short straight hair that would be easy to manage. It was great the way she helped me with every decision.We went back to the chair where she fitted the wig on me. Then, she applied my make-up, eyeliner, eyebrows, and lipstick. The transformation was amazing; even I was looking like a woman. Next, we went into the clothing room to pick out my wardrobe. Amanda explained I could rent all of the clothing, except bras, panties, bathing suits, and breast forms. Those I had to buy, but I could keep them in storage*if I planned to return*again*in the future. There was a twenty-dollar*refundable fee*for the storage service.She suggested 38-C asymmetrical breast forms. Since she hadn?t steered escort kumköy (http://kumkoy.t2bro.net/) me wrong yet, I agreed to her suggestion. Then, like a kid in a candy store, I picked out the clothes and intimates for my stay, setting and hanging them on a small cart as Amanda scanned them with a small gun. Then, we rolled the cart to the original dressing room where I started. I took off my robe as instructed and lay*on the table. Amanda sprayed my chest and breast forms with some kind of spray adhesive. After a few minutes, she set my breast forms in place and told me to lie still for a few minutes.She picked out my clothes for the evening while I waited. Then she told me to sit up and pulled a bra over the front of me from behind, clasping it in the back. She handed me a pair of the thong panties I picked out, saying, ?From now on, you have to dress yourself. Let?s see how you look when you?re finished.? As I dressed, she explained that if I had any problems with my breast forms, wig, make-up, or anything, to come to the salon desk anytime from eight to eight for help. I put on the tight stretch jeans, white blouse, and flat shoes. I could see my red bra through the light blouse. It made me feel quite sexy. She said I should stick to the basics while I acclimated to being a woman. She suggested I wait until tomorrow to wear a dress.I looked into the full-length angled mirrors after dressing. I couldn?t believe it was me. Amanda asked, ?What do you think??I could only answer one way, ?You?re the most amazing person in the world. I love you.??Save that for the boys,? she said. ?You will need to practice walking, talking, and moving as much as possible. It?s a good idea to hook up with another CD, if you can.?I told her I was meeting a gurl from lunch at five o?clock. She took me to the counter where she printed out a receipt for the salon and clothing. She told me to take the cart to my room, put my clothes away, and leave the cart in the hallway. I gave her a hug before asking, ?I hope you don?t mind me asking this, but are you a woman???Yes, I?m a natural-born woman. I?m Joann?s sister. I?ll give you a tip. Everyone?s card is color-coded. If it is pink, then the person is a natural-born female. If it is blue, the person has male genitals. If it is red, the person has had gender reassignment. Oh, by the way, don?t ask Michelle that question unless you want to get embarrassed. I will be seeing you around.?I rolled my cart to my room and arranged my clothes in the closet. The box with my male clothes was also on the cart. I put them in the bottom of the closet. When the cart was empty, I noticed a coupon on it for an enema at the salon. I put it on the end table. It was almost five o?clock. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before leaving the cart in the hallway and walking down the stairs to the reception area. Gail was sitting on a couch with her legs crossed tightly.I said, ?Hi,? realizing immediately that my voice did not match my new look.She laughed, ?It looks like we both need voice lessons,? in a poor attempt at raising her voice an octave or so. I sat next to her, leaning slightly, crossing my legs*to the point*that both my feet touched the floor. I felt so much like a woman sitting that way. Gail took my hand and we practiced talking for a while. A waiter offered us a glass of wine from his tray, which we both accepted. It was so exciting sitting and talking like women.Around seven o?clock, one of the staff sat with us. She was another beautiful woman with a name tag with a blue background identifying her as Chrissy. She asked us how we were doing and if we wanted to meet some men tonight or if we wanted to spend some time getting more comfortable. Gail immediately answered that she wanted to wait until tomorrow to meet a man. While*at first*disappointed with her decision, I decided she was probably making a good move and agreed with her choice. Chrissy reminded us that the last seating for dinner was in fifteen minutes. She said she would check on us*again*a little later.