Jasmine - The story of a wife and maid Part 2
Added 2021-12-22 09:39:43 +0000 UTCI did not mind wearing the bangles or the necklace or the salwar suit as within a week it was normal and I did not feel much different about it. I never left the house or have anybody visit me so only me and my wife knew about my changed look. I had even learned to answer to the name Jasmine as if it was my own. Soon my hair had also began to grow long as I could not leave the home without my wife's permission.
When I asked her to get them cut she told me a woman should have long well kept hair as it makes her look more beautiful. So next day she got me expensive shampoo and conditioners and taught me how to take care of them. I did not even have the courage to tell her I was not a woman. How could I do that wearing female clothes and jewelry bought by her and working in the house like a wife. The real difference came when she asked me whether I was happy in my role or if I wanted to take care of the business. I had become so comfortable by now that I told her I loved taking care of the home and she can continue taking care of the business. Under her strict management business had already doubled.
That was the final chance in my life to ever become a man again. Since that day she began to feminize me even more. She would sit and teach me how to put nail polish and then have me apply polish to both her and my feet and hands. Every day as she did her makeup in the morning I had to sit by her and learn. Then I would have to apply the same makeup myself. I had to keep refreshing it as she would check it when she came back. She would scold me if it was not perfect. With her training I was getting perfect in looking like a woman, a well combed shoulder long hair tied in a braid, makeup like a television model and heavy jewelry. No one who saw me could say I was not a real woman. I was truly looking like a woman named Jasmine.
