Danny to Danielle - Beverly Awakened Pt. 03

Chapter 6

Three days had passed since that night. A few business meetings went by with little issue and most all of home life had returned to some level of normalcy. Beverly slept with me.. or, I guess I should say, I was allowed into her bed. We had our normal morning coffee and small talk about 'stuff'- work, the kids (all grown), chores around the house and thoughts about travel later in the year. I was concerned that the weekend past was now 'of the past' and that once again, something had happened and I was just an observer, missing the directions on what to do next.

That all seemed to be the reality until I saw her phone text notifications. Though I respect her privacy, I felt unable to resist and, using her password, looked at the texts. There were 19, all which had been sent in the past 18 minutes. Beverly was taking a long bath after her gym workout and had forgotten to take her phone into the bathroom. I worked quickly, not wanting for her to know I looked.

Three were from work associates- BORING!!

But then there were the rest- 8 as a group text from the women who were sharing their thoughts about the past weekend and sending pics from the bar to Beverly. I had never seen these and from what I saw, I could see why.

The remaining texts were from Maurice and an undisclosed person from a local area code. Being the insecure, curious person that I am, I read his texts, trembling as I feared she would suddenly emerge. He shared a few pics of them together- from the club and from their time in bed.. 'our' bed. And then a note telling her that his buddy, the doctor, would be contacting her to schedule the procedure.

Maurice then sent pics of women who had massive breasts- DD and much larger, and teased her that she should get them like this... and that Danny should also!

I put her phone down as I heard her getting out of the bathtub, and luckily, he and the women continued to text her so I hoped that the entirety of the texts, including the ones I had read, would all appear to her at once and she wouldn't notice that some were already viewed.

But who was the anonymous person who texted her.. and what did that text say?

Chapter 7

Beverly emerged from the bathroom after drying off and asked me to fetch her silk robe from the closet; I did as requested. As I held the garment for her to put on, I noticed a tattoo on her inner thigh. I guess she noticed that I noticed as she stood with her legs apart to give me a full view.

"You like? I got it yesterday during lunch. I went to a tattoo parlor over by the club and the guys there just loved my choice! Isn't it darling?" she said as I continued to look. The tattoo was perhaps three inches from her pussy, able to be covered by her bikini bottom, but still, a very telling image for all those who would see it. "After Saturday.. and Sunday... the gals thought this would really show how changed I am. You don't mind, do you?"

I stared at the tattoo- the black spade. I knew what it meant and I knew that after that weekend, she was consumed with lust for Maurice and his delicious cock. I guess I couldn't blame her. His cock was magnificent and, at what I believe was at least nine inches, was significantly larger than me and able to touch and arouse parts of her pussy that I never could.

"It's lovely, Beverly. Did it hurt?" I asked, unsure what else to say.

"Oh, it tingled, ya.. but I love it. I may get a few more, here and there. Maybe you should get one too" she said, an air of evil in her tone.

I was, as usual, speechless. She continued to get dressed, putting on red leggings and a tight black top with a plunging neckline. She then went to put makeup on and toy with her hair. I told her that I was going to get some more coffee and I'd be working from home. Ten minutes later, she walked into my office and leaned over to press her body against me, the tight spandex rubbing against my flesh. From her position, she knew I could see her cleavage but I was truly fixated on her face. In looking at her, I realized that she had gotten several more ear piercings and that she now was wearing 3 sets of earrings, the largest being long oval hoops. Her makeup suggested she was going out to a bar and not the office.

"Wow... what's up? You .. look really hot!" I said, then suddenly became aware that I may not like the answer.

She moved close to me and I was engulfed in her perfume, strong, fragrant and intoxicating. She applied more lip gloss and then said "O, I'm also working from home today, siss. Work's caught up and I want a lil private time; I may go shopping in a lil bit and find some new outfits, something to wear this weekend. I'm gonna look for something for you, too, baby. Would you like that?" she said, damn well knowing the answer. "What size heels do you wear?" she added, not even trying to hide her intention to find me women's high heels.

"Also, you know... I made an appointment for us with .. Maurice's friend. You know.. the one you said you would meet back on Sunday morning? So.. be ready for when I get back. Our appointment is at 4pm and we will not be late. I'll lay out what you are to wear" she concluded, not even asking if I understood or objected.

She looked at me and sensed my apprehension. "Honey, you want me to look sexy, now, don't you? Hadn't you been the one who said that my curvy body would be perfect if I had larger breasts? Well??" she asked as she looked intensely at me. Under other circumstances, this would have not even been a question. A few weeks ago, I would already be in the car. But now, it seemed that every step, every little change was gigantic and the repercussions of any of it would have lifelong consequences.

"Well, sure- I know. Yeah, I've said that a few times (and had dreamt of her getting DD implants 1000s of times more)- it's just... do we know anything about this doctor? I mean, I don't want you to get hurt and we all have seen the stories of plastic surgery gone bad and..." I said, trying to provide her with any reason to hold off.

She looked at me and smiled. "Awe, my sweety siss cares about me! How sweet! I know, and you're right. That's why I already checked with the State Board regarding him. He's Board certified and has been in practice for over 22 years; he has offices in the city but also wanted to help lower income folk who ALSO deserve high quality medical assistance- you do know that even poor folk have cosmetic features which may need help, right? Kids who are disfigured, injured... and so on. They DO deserve medical help, right?" she was so ready for my question that I felt a simple nod and lowering of my head would be the least painful way of ending my reservations.

"We need to go pick out some bras and things, so ... two hours and we leave. Got it?" she asked, not waiting for an answer.

The next two hours were fruitless- I couldn't focus. When I left my office area to go to the bathroom, I saw the clothes she had laid out for me to wear for our afternoon. I stopped and stared- she really wants me to wear this- in the middle of the day- in public? On the bed she had methodically placed matching red satin panties and pushup bra, black tights and a deep purple sweater dress. The sleek knit material just long enough to cover my bottom. I held it to my body and tried to think of how I would not draw undesired attention- my mind was blank. I looked over the bed, ready to lay down and then saw the small jewel case and a note from her "for you, my siss". Inside I found gold hoop earrings, several rings with semi-precious stones, a matching bracelet and an ankle bracelet with a dozen sparkly rhinestones. I blushed.

I heard her puttering around the house for a while and her voice echoed through the halls as she dealt with the usual office headaches. As a senior partner in her firm, she had miles of latitude in office presence, delegation of duties and project assignments. She was usually quite pleasant and engaging, learning much about her staff and managers. Today, though, she was abrupt in directing her managers to handle a few challenging tasks as she told them she would be indisposed for the remainder of the day and most likely away from the office for at least the following day- and, specifically, that she did NOT want to be bothered with anything shy of a REAL emergency, and even then, to ONLY text her.

And then I received a text from her: "30 minutes to departure, honey. I'm freshening my makeup and lipstick. Let me know if you need any help". She followed that with a pic of her face and her lips, fully painted and inviting.

I let folk at my office know that I was heading to an afternoon meeting and would not be available and in a building that had terrible phone reception, so I'd catch up with them the following day. And then, off to the bedroom to .. transform.

I looked at the apparel she had laid out for me- I truly couldn't believe it. All those years of dreaming and fantasizing about 'being out' and having her aware and supportive- and now it was actually happening. Though we lived in a large city, we often ran into people we knew in the oddest places. I hoped that this time, this afternoon, our luck would prevail and we would remain oblivious to the world.

Twenty minutes later, freshly showered, freshly shaven and bare, soft, smooth, I felt enchanted as I looked in the mirror to see myself fully dressed en femme. I had been growing my hair longer, ever so slightly, over the past eight months and my hair now covered my ears. With the last touches of makeup, I realized I needed her help and called out to her to help.

Ten minutes of her attention and my hair was lightly curled, frosted and styled to frame my face in a perfectly sexy and feminine manner. She had expected that I would have trouble with my false eyelashes- I think I'm a bid dyslexic; she smiled as she applied a minute layer of eyelash glue to each and then applied them to each side. After 30 seconds of drying time, she told me to open my eyes and I couldn't believe how I looked- sexy, attractive and totally feminine. I turned my head in the same way I had seen dozens of women do as they inspect their appearance and then I looked at her.

"Well?" I asked, hoping that her honest response would also be a positive one.

"Well?" she mimicked. "Well... indeed. Siss, you are so hot! You really look so pretty and feminine. I don't know why we hadn't done this years ago. God knows I KNEW you were wearing my clothes and using my makeup." She paused. "Well... sissy, sweet Danny, this is the chance to make up for lost time! Don't you think?" Then she spritzed a new perfume behind my ear and onto my formed cleavage. "Let's go."

While I had worn high heels a few times when I went to a few gay clubs out of

town, it had been some time and I had to focus on my walk. She placed her arm through mine to help steady me and to help me enhance my femme swish and sway. She mentioned how she thought I had a natural feminine gait and that she knew men would just love to watch my sexy ass move.

"Don't worry, I'll drive. You just sit there and look pretty" she ordered. A few miles down the road and I saw that we were not going to our usual mall nor our 'usual' part of town.

"So..." I asked, "where are we headed?" I wanted to look around but was afraid that someone might look in and notice me. Though the windows were tinted, there was ALWAYS that chance.

"Have a cigarette, darling. And light one for me, too" she said. I looked around. "There, in my purse." I reached in and found the VS120s as well as a smaller bag which was full of makeup and off to the side, a small box of condoms which was already open. "O sweetie, I was at the gal's salon and they had some cute items there- I bought you your own purse. Go ahead and transfer your ID and stuff into it. It has a separate section for your makeup and lipstick holder.. and whatever else you might want to put in there. You always said you need something to keep yourself organized.. well" and she touched my thigh, her long nail running up to the top.

Sunlight glistened on her nails and I could tell that she was getting used to having them. She stretched her hand out showing them off, almost like she knew I was observing and thinking about them. "Aren't they darling? First stop is to get some just like that.. for you." And then she reached to caress my breast.

She pulled into a strip mall and pulled up to a beauty salon, smiled at me as she turned the car off and announced "We're here! The ladies are waiting for us. So move that sexy ass of yours and go in."

We entered and they all immediately greeted us with loud joy. "Baby... lemme see you!" They greeted Beverly with warm hugs and wrapped their arms around me. "Shuggah... we gonna take the "man" out of "man"-i-cure" Sasha said as they all laughed. They held my shoulders and directed me to the front chair where they began to prep me.

Beverly then said that she had some errands to run, that she wanted to see some of the dresses in Tanya's store, which was a few doors down. "You make Danny look pretty now... do whatever you think sisss needs" she said and the remaining women smiled as they agreed.

"I see you got false eyelashes on. Those are real pretty, honey. But we gonna do one bettah. You trust me, right, baby?" she asked, barely waiting for an answer as she slowly removed them from my eyelids. "Now, whats we gonna do is put on real eyelash extensions. These you can wear for ovah a week, and they won't come off" she said. "I see you wearing the kinda long ones, but let's go a bit longa, K?"

And with that, she had me laying back completely in the chair, Sasha doing my eyelashes as one of the staff started on my nails.

"Ya, make Danny's the 1" extensions and let's go with the Slut Red, which matches his lipstick" she said to the young woman. "You just keep your eyes closed and relax, I gonna set you up jus fine. How bout we have a lil somethin to help you relax- I got just the thing. Beverly's man hooked me up with this and it's sooooo good."

With that, she put the joint to my lips and I inhaled deeply several times. My mind drifted around the world as the music they were playing seemed to merge right into my body. Sasha brought the joint to my lips again and I took another hit. I felt restless but captive, anxious to see Beverly but the stress that would normally accompany this state of being just fell apart like sand through one's hands. I was glad; I hated that feeling of anxiety. I wanted calm, a sense of focus on my own femme being, to see my hands changed and my eyelashes sensuous. That is what I wanted and I asked for another hit from the joint.

Chapter 8

"Baby, you there? Wake up, honey. We all done and I gotta say- you sooo prettyyyy" Sasha said as I opened my eyes, not sure of how long I had drifted off. As I opened my eyes, I could see Beverly off to the side chatting with the women in the salon. Sasha held the mirror before me and I gasped. I couldn't believe what I saw.

"We did a bunch more- you was resting and Beverly wasn't back so .. we just kept goin!" Sasha said with almost a school girl sound of pride in her voice. "You know, your eyelashes came out perfect but then we said 'why not do all the eye makeup.. and let's use that shoulder length wig..' so, Danny... we did!"

I had no idea of what they did or how they did it but my look was truly stunning. Then I saw that Beverly had her phone out and was taking and sending pics of me. I wondered who she was texting- Maurice? Her other new friends? She had a big smile on her face which made me happy; ever since the past weekend, I noticed such a difference, for the better, in how she was feeling, looking, thinking and acting. Finally, I could see the woman I knew so long ago- full of zest and a joie de vivre, bypassing the drudgery of everyday, mundane tasks and instead focusing on herself.

As I took another glance into the mirror, stunned and excited at the image I saw, I felt my phone vibrating and looked to see the text messages. One was from Beverly; she had sent me a dozen pics which she had taken of me, each paired with her suggestive comments. The other was from Maurice. It was now obvious that she wasn't just texting me. The words of admiration from Maurice made me blush. Sasha peeked at my phone and looked at me, smiling.

"Honey, he don't make comments like dat fo jus any-one.. nuhh.. uhhh" she said;

Sasha, I came to discover, loved to use her southern style of speaking when she wanted to emphasize something. "He likin yo looks a bunch!"

I blushed.

"Danny, why didn't we do this years ago? You are such a doll. All those times you told me that you wanted me to have a lover.. to go out and find cock... that you wanted to lick me while men fucked me," she paused, looking at me, mesmerized, it seemed, as she saw the new.. the real me, sitting right before her. She continued "I knew there was something different about you when we started dating- you were so sensitive and kind but you were also always wanting me to dress slutty. Not for when we were alone in my apartment but when we went out. All the time." She touched my arm softly, her long nails running along my flesh.

"And you know, siss" her voice lingered, softly but loud enough for all to hear, "when I came home that night.. you know.. that night when I was drunk and wondered if you would be mad.. that I had made out with several guys that night, my pussy was sooo wet" she looked at me, I could tell she was, now, clear of mind, fully sober and fully recalling the night- "I saw your reaction, how you were turned on. And when you just melted when I started sucking your cock! You remember that, baby?" she asked, knowing full well that I did indeed.

I looked at her, the glassy look in her eyes would suggest to unsuspecting observers that she was high; in some ways, I guess she was. "Yeah.. yes, yes, I remember" I managed to utter. "Yeah, how you wrapped your lips around my cock and- and.. you had never done that before, never ever... I was so shocked, surprised.. aroused! Bev, you were like a totally different person, a.. hot, sexy, wanton woman". I looked at her and then ran my own long, painted nails along her arm.

"Mmmm, baby, that feels good. Your nails look so sexy and pretty! We'll find a way for you to have them this way all the time. There's no going back now, Danny.. Right? You don't want to go back to how things were before.. do you?" she asked as we touched hands. I could sense her fear and concerns, that somehow she, or I, would suddenly have some form of remorse and revert back to the boring life we had, where fantasy and little moments of passion were all that existed in our sexuality.

I looked into her eyes, my long, long eyelashes swaying up and down as I ached to comfort her and assure her that we would never go back to the boring and complacent lifestyle that reflected our middle age years. "No darling... Beverly, I never want to have the old me back... ever. My desires, how I am, right now, this past weekend, and how you are, how erotic and sexy and satisfied you were- THAT is how we both will be from now on. No secrets and no need for fantasies when we are both enjoying and becoming who we really want. I knew that night that I was not a man, that I loved knowing that you had made out, that you had found pleasure in sucking a Man's cock and so openly showed your newly discovered skills to me. How a man was able to persuade you to suck his cock where I had failed miserably. And to realize, when I touched your wet pussy, that I wanted... WANTED .. to taste cock cum- cum from that guy's cock, and how turned on I was from that. I wanted to devour your pussy and fill my mouth with your mixed cream."

I looked at her, and then at the women in the salon, all who had been listening and smiling. "Beverly, I will do whatever else is needed to help you know that this is the new me and that I'm never going back." And I squeezed her hands and then blew her a kiss.