The few trips I had made to the Transformation shop in London, gave me the chance to thumb through the Changeaway price list and get an idea of what was available.
I also discovered that you really could just drop in for one without pre-booking (though of course taking the risk that they might be busy).
Having decided that I really did want to know what it would be like to be fully dressed, but sure I couldn't bring myself to return home the same day in case I left traces of make-up etc. that would give me away to my parents, I decided that the best way forward was to plan a holiday that would allow me to visit one of their stores.... Transformation Birmingham.
I had long wanted to travel to North Wales to visit Llangollen and Portmeirion so I planned my route to go via Birmingham. I had bought the Transformation catalogue on one of my visits and that had a map for the location of all their stores so I was confident I wouldn't get lost. As is usual with me I left myself plenty of time for the journey but I made good use of the left over time by stopping off on the motorway to have a second shave.
I arrived at the shop just after opening time and was able to park easily in a side street nearby. Plucking up my courage I approached the shop and pushed on the door but it wouldn't give. Panic! Were they shut ? Was my trip for nothing ? No, they just have a security system so you need to push the buzzer to be let in!
Once inside I told the sales assistant I would like a changeaway and , perhaps with a slight look of surprise, she called for the other lady who would actually take me through the process. (sorry I can't remember the names here - I was so wrapped up in the experience I just didn't seem to take them in). It was at this point they asked me if I had a femme name and the name Wendy came to mind.
We started by choosing which option I would have (I chose 'Just For You') and the we set about choosing a corset (white), shoes (black patent courts with 3" heel) and a wig (red, long and curly) from the shop area. We then proceeded upstairs to the salon area where we completed choosing the clothing - burgundy satin panties with a lacy trim, black pantygirdle, black bra, black 70 denier tights (I had VERY hairy legs) and finally a little black dress with long sleeves and a high neck to hide hairy arms and chest. A rather traditional outfit I suppose but it was my first time after all.
I was then left in the salon to put on all the undies etc. Once done, the lady came back to help me fit the silicon boobs. What a lovely feeling it was to wear them too. Though cold to start with they quickly warmed up and they had such a great shape. Next I was laced into the corset. It was quite an experience I must say and being unable to bend at the waist did make it difficult to sit down on a loq sofa, what with the heels too. Still it did give me a lovely slim waist.
On with the dress and then it was time for the makeup. I really enjoyed having someone make me up for the first time - I always find this is a very sensual experience and I love to see the results.On with the wig, and after much teasing out and combing, I was all set.
I now had the use of the sitting room and could come down to the shop to browse around if I wished. Using the video player in sitting room I took the opportunity to view a deportment video and then felt ready to brave the shop.
First obstacle : a steep stair case and me in 3" heels. The tape had warned me that the key was to keep my feet sideways so that heel and toe were both in contact with the stairs and it worked. I spent the next few hours wandering around the shop, up and down the stairs and admiring myself in the full length mirrors and marvelling at the look and feel of the boobs - by the end of the session I almost believed they were mine.I was even seen by a few other customers which felt quite daring at the time.
I also had my polaroid picture taken - the shadow makes the hair seem even bigger than it actually was but I must say I don't think I'd choose a wig like that again, even though at the time I thought it was great. My hands are behind my back because I hadn't yet had the nerve to shave them!
Seeing my evident enjoyment of the boobs the assistants were rather keen I buy myself a pair but as I had strictly limited my budget for the day, had nowhere to store them and balked at the price, I didn't succumb to temptation.
With time getting on and a journey to Llangollen still ahead of me, I made my way back upstairs to the salon, removed the dress, put the wig back on again (I really didn't want to stop) and after admiring myself again in the mirrors reluctantly removed the lot. After application of what seemed like a gallon of make-up remover, and a thorough shower, all signs of Wendy were gone.
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