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Frankie
by Anonymous
It was nearly midnight, and the smoke and alcohol had given Frank
a terrific headache. in spite of the pain, he was determined to
stay as Long as necessary. It had been a long time since he had a
girl -- much too long -- and he wasn't going to give up his quest
now. He continued to sit at the bar and sipping his drink as even
more people filled the noisy singles bar.
Frank watched as the virile attractive males moved about the
room striking up conversations with the various friendly girls who
made the bar so popular. Although he knew he himself was good-
looking, he just could not get up the nerve to be in any way
aggressive. He envied the boldness of the other males around him,
and he watched them from time to time partly in envy and partly in
admiration.
Ordering another drink, Frank watched as men and women came in
alone, ordered a drink. Looked around, smiled at one another
started conversations and flirtations then left in pairs.
There would even be an occasional group departure. It all seemed
so easy to Frank. He just wished that a pretty girl would come
over to him. One girl did walk by, brushing his arm. Frank smelled
a delicate sweet fragrance and was aware of the soft rustle of
silken skirts, as the girl barely smiled at him. Frank gulped his
drink and offered to buy another for the both of them, but the
girl ignored him and continued on her way.
Frank lacked the nerve needed to follow her. Feeling
thoroughly dejected, he ordered another drink. Just at that moment
three of the most glamorous females Frank had ever seen came into
the bar. It was all he could do to keep from gaping open- mouthed
at their appearance. The tallest one who seemed slightly older
than the others, carried herself with an air of authority which
could only come from the possession of great wealth. Frank noted
that the woman wore diamond earrings that glinted brightly in the
light from the chandelier at the entry-way. He also saw that her
fur coat was almost floor-length, reaching just the top of her
shiny patent leather boots. The aristocratic manner and the
expensive attire of the woman set Frank into a nervous tremor.
The woman had an angular, haughty face crowned by an
expensive-Looking hat styled somewhat like a man's. Her hands were
Long and delicate, clearly the recipients of many careful
manicures. She carried a long ivory
Cigarette holder which contained a lavender cigarette with gold
designs.
Her two companions were equally glamorous. One, slightly
shorter than the others, had the most beautiful brown hair Frank
had ever seen. She wore little make- up or jewelry but had on a
fantastic suede cape which billowed about her, showing off her
slender ankles and delicate high-heeled
evening shoes. The other girl, who wore a similar cape, was
dressed in a soft white velvet frock that clung to her shapely
body in the manner of a Grecian dress. The two girls were quite
deferential to their companion as the three of them swept by Frank
on their way to the end of the bar.
They stopped where there were several empty stools, but the
two younger women made no attempt to sit down. The older woman
took regal possession of one stool, and the girl in velvet
motioned the bartender to serve them. Frank continued to stare at
them as they gracefully sipper their drinks, ignoring everybody
else in the room,
In a short while, the brunette caught Frank staring, and he
could not help but react with a slight blush. The girl said
something to the older woman, who nodded and smiled, then she
Looked over again and smiled at Frank. He could not believe his
eyes. One of these lovely creatures was actually smiling at him!
Frank decided to take the plunge. He summoned all his nerve
and walked over to them. ''Hi!'' he said, smiling at the brunette.
"My name's Frank. What's yours?"
"I'm Tonette," she replied, "and this is Jo." She indicated
the girl in velvet. Frank smiled and looked at the older woman
expectantly. She gave him a deep searching Look and smiled very
faintly. The brunette spoke again, a formal tinge to her voice.
"Mrs. Livanos , I would like you to meet Frank." The woman made no
move to offer her hand but stared for a moment at him.
"How do you do, young man? she said finally. "Would you care
to join us for a drink?"
Frank accepted the drink and thanked the woman. His mind
began to ring with the sound of her name, and he realized finally
that it had some connection with an enormously wealthy Greek
shipping family. From that moment on, he began to pay more
attention to Mrs. Livanos than to the two younger girls. For some
reason, they did not seem to mind being slighted.
As it was, Mrs. Livanos appeared to direct the conversation,
asking questions about Frank and his background. She listened
sympathetically as he told about his childhood. Orphaned at five,
he had been reared by fussy unmarried aunts who alternately
spoiled him and mistreated him. He told her about his recent
discharge from the Marine Corps and his inability to get a job in
the city, mentioning that he was living on the last of his
savings, alone and without friends or relatives in New York City.
Altogether it was the picture of a poor sad young man. A true
picture, just slightly colored to get the wealthy woman's
sympathy.
More drinks were served, and the little party grew even more
friendly. As Mrs. Livanos ordered another round, Frank loosened
his tie and began to relax. He was beginning to like this strange
exotic woman.
At four o'clock the last round was served and paid for by Mrs.
Livanos. She turned from the bar and looked at Frank.
"I think we should all go to my place for a nightcap. What do
you think, young man?" she inquired, smiling.
"I would enjoy that very much, ma'am," he answered.
The four of them finished their drinks and Left. Tonette
hired a cab and they all piled in. Mrs. Livanos gave the driver an
address on the posh East Side, as Frank lit a cigarette for her,
his hands somewhat shaky. He realized he was rather drunk.
Mrs. Livanos lived in an ornate old townhouse in Gothic style
on the end of Sutton Place. As he went up the steps in front,
Frank began to feel a vague stir of excitement and pleasure. He
had a premonition that something quite new and different was about
to happen.
They went into a large, gloomy living room, and Mrs. Livanos
mixed Frank a drink, taking some time at the lavishly stocked bar.
Frank tried to discern the outlines and furnishings of the room as
he sipped the drink, but the room seemed to grow dimmer and dimmer
as time passed. The girls had disappeared, and the older woman was
making small talk as Frank sank deeper in- to his chair. Finally,
an overwhelming fatigue invaded his body and he drifted off into a
deep, deep sleep.
"The drug worked quickly this time." Mrs. Livanos' voice came
as if from a great distance as the darkness closed in.
When he began to regain consciousness, Frank had no sense of
time or place. He only vaguely realized where he had been and with
whom. His first clear vision was of a lavishly appointed room. It
seemed to be a bedroom. On one side there was an ornate dressing
table, its surface covered with jars and bottles and tubes. The
walls of the room seemed to be made of mirrors, there were so many
of them.
As his reflections became clear in the mirrors, Frank was
seized with strange terror. He could see he was on a large bed.
The only problem was that his hands and feet were very securely
tied.
"Hey! What the hell's going on!" he tried to yell, but his
voice came rather weak and tremulous. Before he had time to call
out again, the door opened. Frank maneuvered himself to his feet
in spite of his bonds, as two women came into the room. They were
strangely dressed in shiny black shoes with delicate high heels
and close-fitting costumes of black and white satin.
"Who are you?" Frank asked, "Please Untie me."
:Quiet" one woman commanded. ''We'll untie you when Mrs.
Livanos tells us to do so."
"Where is Mrs. Livanos?" Frank asked, trying to Look past the
woman.
"She will arrive shortly, but first we have work to do," the
taller of the two women replied.
She walked up to Frank and began to expertly unfasten his
belt. Frank stared incredulously as his pants slithered down to
his ankles. The women then pulled his shirt open and pushed it
back off his shoulders. Going behind him, she then ripped it away
from his arms.
The shorter woman took a scissors from a small drawer and
began to cut Frank's pants away. Meanwhile, the other woman ripped
off his shorts.
They pushed Frank back onto the bed, forcing him to Lie down.
Shocked beyond any capacity for resistance, Frank simply lay there
staring as the two women left the room.
Testing his bonds, Frank realized he could not escape. Even
were he to slip his bonds, he had no hope of reaching outdoors,
wherever that was, with no clothes to wear. He waited for what
seemed like hours, wondering what would happen next. This total
helplessness was a strange feeling, uncomfortable but oddly secure
at the same time.
At last the two women returned. One of them carried a basin
and a small can of some sort. The other carried a pair of razors,
one safety and the other wickedly straight. Frank's eyes were wide
with horror as they approached.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Just be quiet and lie still, and you won't get hurt!" one of
them said.
The can turned out to be nothing more terrifying than shaving
cream, and one of the women began to Lather Frank's chest and
stomach. They then started to shave the hair from his body, taking
care not to nick him. He froze in fright, not daring to move as
the sharp razors glided over his skin.
He continued to watch, now becoming less fearful and more
fascinated and angry as, inch by square inch, his white skin was
exposed. To move might be fatal, so he had no choice but to
submit. While one of the women held her straight razor
threateningly over his genitals, the other held his hands so that
she could shave his armpits. Then she retied his hands. Finally,
the woman who herd the straight razor finished the job by denuding
both legs of hair.
When the job was complete, the women rubbed a scented soft
white cream air over his exposed body. The soothing effect felt
sensational to Frank, in spite of his anger and confusion, When
they were finished, one of the women left the room while the other
stood guard nearby with the razor in hand. Before he could compose
himself enough to speak, Frank heard a sound and Mrs. Livanos
entered the room.
"My dear boy," she said. "How nice and clean you look. Do you
feel better? I do hope you don't have a nasty hangover from last
night."
Frank Looked at her pleadingly. She sensed his discomfort and
went on. "Don't worry, we will not harm you. I shall tell you
what is happening, ... First, you are in my house, It is securely
Locked and wired with alarms, so do nor think that you can
possibly escape. Your clothes have been burned, anyway, as have
your papers. You are simply to do exactly as you are told. Do
you understand?"
Frank could only nod an affirmative.
"Good! Now, behave yourself and do not try to resist, and
everything will be all right. I like you, for some unknown
reasons, and what I am about to do to you will really be for your
own good, believe me. Now do exactly as Magda and Elie tell you
to do." She indicated the other women, "Or they will break both
your arms!"
Frank knew they were quite capable of carrying out Mrs.
Livanos' threat, so he again nodded his assent.
Magda untied Frank's hands and feet. "Follow me ... this
way," she said.
She led Frank to a door set in the mirrored walls. Seeing
himself full view was a strange sensation for Frank, for he
could hardly recognize his own body. his smooth skin glistened
and be bad never realized how slim and lithe his body was before
now. Pondering his new image, he followed Magda through the door,
and Mrs. Livanos and Elie came in behind them.
The room was sort of a dressing room lined with mirrored
doors, some of which were partially open. Frank could see various
dresses and gowns hanging in closets.
There was a vast array of lavish brocades, velvets, satins,
and delicate Laces, An enormous pile of shoes lay to one side of
the room. There were high-heeled boots, shiny patent-leather
pumps, and metallic- looking shoes of different styles.
Frank was acutely aware of his nudity in the presence of the
three women. Trying to cover himself as best he could, he stood
there while Magda opened one of the mirrored doors. There was a
chest of drawers behind it, and she began rummaging through it.
"Here, put this on," she finally said. "it may help cover
your embarrassment."
Frank took the garment almost gratefully. ft was a very
delicate pair of pink lace panties with a small floral design
worked through the silk. Frank put them on awkwardly, and Magda
helped pull them over his buttocks while the others searched in
various closets.
The silk panties were very strange against Frank's body,
almost sensuous in their touch. They were extremely light and at
the same time very cool. He felt an odd thrill as he caught sight
of himself in the mirror. He almost looked like a little girl.
Elie came over with a strange-looking contraption. She went
behind Frank and put the thing around his stomach and waist. As
she began fastening it up the back. Frank realized it was some
kind of corset.
"Lace it tightly, Elie," Mrs., Livanos commanded. "I want
that waist as curvaceous as possible."
Elie did as she was told, nearly cutting off Frank's breath.
She had braced herself with one knee against his back, and he knew
that it would be useless to protest.
When she had finished, the three women stood looking at her
handiwork. The effect was startling. The tightness of the corset
caused Frank's chest to bulge over the top, giving it the
appearance of small, newly formed breasts. His waist was smaller
by several inches. Elie worked smokey grey nylons up his legs and
tautly attached them to the waiting garters.
It took Frank some minutes to adjust his breathing inside the
confining garment As he did so, he again noticed himself in the
mirror. Now, he realized with a start he looked like a teen-age
girl. The realization of this caused Frank to gape in open-mouthed
wonder. He also found that his resentment against these three
women was beginning to subside. A strange kind of curiosity was
taking its place.
Mrs. Livanos sat in a chair at one side of a large glass-
topped table. "Come here, my dear," she directed, pointing to a
low footstool in front of her.
Frank did as he was told, wondering what was coming next.
Magda began sorting small bottles and jars on the table-top.
Finally, she turned and studied his face for a second.
"Magda is an expert cosmetologist," Mrs. Livanos said, a
touch of pride in her voice.. "We will see what she can do with
that lovely face of yours, my dear,"
Magda began by plucking a few stray hairs from the area
around Frank's eyebrows, Frank winced as the Little sharp jabs of
pain shot through his brow. Again, tears of anger and pain began
forming in his eyes. But Magda was soon finished with her task,
and the pain quickly subsided,
"Relax, young man, and Let Magda do her job," Mrs. Livanos'
stern voice commanded.
Frank tensed, feeling an exotic sense of humiliation, then he
forced himself to relax. He hoped, vaguely, that it would all be
over soon and that these three weird women would Let him go. Then
a frightening thought occurred to him. When and if they let him
go, he would have to go forth out onto the street in women's
clothes of some sort. His own clothes were destroyed.
The whole idea was staggering to him. He was absolutely
trapped, and he had to do as he was told. He knew that now. A wave
of anger seethed inside him, but he could do nothing about the
situation.
He was, Literally and in fact, a prisoner to these people!
Magda continued to work silently. She rubbed a clear
transparent cream all over Frank's face. Next, she used a fine
powder and spread it evenly over his clear complexion. It was
slightly scented, and a pleasant aroma filled Frank's nostrils. He
could not help but glance in the mirror. The effect of the powder
was to soften the angularity of his face into a delicate feminine
cast. Magda then daubed a slight amount of rouge on each of his
cheeks and worked it in so that it blended evenly with the powder.
Mrs. Livanos watched air this in silent admiration. Magda
then took a small brush and rubbed it in a dark paste. She applied
this to Frank's eyebrows, darkening them and giving them a longer
and more curvaceous Line.
She looked back and nodded silent approval of her own
efforts. Now she took another small brush and worked it gently
around Frank's eyelids, giving them a bluish tinge. A third tiny
brush Lined the area immediately adjacent to his eyelashes, which
themselves were lengthened with mascara.
Magda's next move was to apply still another brush to Frank's
lips, outlining them first, then filling in the outlines with soft
rosy pink lipstick and giving them a full, sensuous look.
Still watching in the mirror, Frank now realized that they
had transformed him into a very attractive-Looking young girl. He
appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties. The overall
effect was startling.
"How do you feel now, my dear?" Mrs. Livanos inquired.. Her
voice was gentler than before.
"I don't know," Frank answered. "I've never gone through
anything like this before. It all seems very strange to me. Why
are you doing it, anyway?"
"When we talked in that awful place, I felt that you were
really quite unhappy. I sensed that this is what you should have
done yourself, years ago. So many young men want this but deny it.
So ... our little test.''
"Well, I don't like your 'little test' one damned bit. I
think it's crazy!"
Mrs. Livanos sighed. Beaching behind her, she picked up a long
ugly black whip and struck Frank across his shoulders.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to learn to like it, my
dear. You've really got no choice. But then, I don't have to
remind you of that again, do I?"
Frank bit his lip. He did not answer.
"Do I?'' Mrs. Livanos repeated, her voice holding a note of
sternness and authority.
"Answer her!" Magda commanded.
"I ... I guess you're right," Frank stammered, anger and
humiliation all but choking off his voice.
"Very good. Just remember that and try to realize that I am,
in fact, helping you." Her voice was so grim that it made Frank
shudder.
"Yes, ma'am," said Frank. "I guess that you think you are
helping me."
"I don't think so ... I know so!'' she retorted. Then her
tone softened a little. "Now that that's settled, let's find you
something pretty to wear. Magda, get the new brassiere we had
bought in Europe."
Magda got the bra and began putting it around Frank's chest.
"You might appreciate the trouble and expense that I have
gone through to help you," Mrs. Livanos continued. "If I were you,
I would try to be a little more grateful."
Frank could not at that moment think of anything for which to
be grateful.
The brassiere that Magda was putting on him had the effect of
lifting his flesh even more than the corset, it gave him the
definite appearance of having firm, well-rounded breasts. The
slight padding in the brassiere and its general design created a
provocative fullness,
"A petticoat!" Mrs. Livanos ordered,
Elie went directly to the correct drawer and returned with a
delicate silk garment in hand. It was trimmed with a fragile Lace
along the bottom of the hem, and, like the bra and panties, it was
in a soft shade of pink.
Mrs. Livanos ordered Frank to stand, and the two girls
lowered the slip over his body. They moved carefully so as not to
smear his lipstick or other aspects of his makeup job. When they
had finished, the two women paused momentarily to admire their
progress in transforming Frank into a girl.
Frank stood there dumbly, feeling completely humiliated and
defeated.
"Shoes next?" Elie inquired.
The older woman nodded an assent, and Elie went to the pile
of shoes in the corner, then returned with a pair of new patent-
leather high-heeled pumps.
"Step into these!" she ordered Frank.
Nervously, the boy did as he was told. He stood there
awkwardly for a few seconds, trying to retain his balance. The
added height felt very strange to him, and he found it very
difficult to stop swaying. He felt his legs giving way and grabbed
at the edge of the table for support.
It took several moments before Frank felt secure enough to
let go.
"Try walking. Go slowly at first," Mrs. Livanos suggested.
Frank took a few tentative steps and continued swaying.
Gradually, he found his sense of balance and was able to move more
steadily. Walking around the room slowly and cautiously, he
learned to balance himself on the narrow heels. The women waited
patiently while he practiced.
After about half an hour, Frank could move about with
relative comfort. As the boy began to walk around with more and
more ease, Mrs. Livanos smiled in approval.
"Soon you will be able to walk in the heels without a second
thought. All it takes is practice. You are doing just fine:" she
said with a pleased tone in her voice.
She started to search about in closets, a pensive look on her
face. in a moment or two she let out a cry of triumph.
"I have it!" she said, "The perfect outfit for you to begin
with!"
She came over to Frank carrying a shiny metallic-looking
bundle. Up close, Frank could see that it was metal, actually
silver.
The two girls sprang to the woman's aid, taking the garments
from her. They then turned to Frank and began to help him to
dress, with many an oooh! and aaah! they soon had him clothed.
When they were finished, they indicated the mirrors to Frank,
ordering him to see what they had accomplished. He looked and
gasped in sheer amazement at the reflection.
He was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck blouse made up
entirely of fine silver links woven together in a glittering mass.
He also was wearing a silver-colored satin skirt with dozens of
neat sharp pleats. It fell to just above his nyloned knees. A thin
silver belt encircled his waist, made acceptably narrow by the
corset underneath.
The overall effect was fantastic! The luxurious glittering
outfit made a startling contrast to the black shoes and to Frank's
black hair. The boy could hardly believe his eyes as he gazed in
the mirror at this lovely vision. He found it nearly impossible to
believe that the absolutely beautiful woman staring back at him
was actually he himself.
He touched the silver blouse and continued to stare while
Magda brushed out his hair. Since it was not very short, she had
it styled very quickly, giving Frank the appearance of an
extremely chic young lady with bobbed hair.
Mrs. Livanos beamed with delight, She brought Frank the
diamond earrings which she had been wearing the night before and
care- fully clipped them to his earlobes.
"These are real, my dear," she said. "They do wonders with
that silver outfit you are wearing. You look absolutely and
positively gorgeous"
Frank was to confused and frightened at what he was
discovering about himself to reply,
Now Mrs. Livanos went to the other room for a few seconds.
She returned soon carrying a handful of what appeared to be black
beads. She draped them expertly In two rows around Frank's neck.
Then she stepped back to admire the effect.
"These are also real," she said almost reverently. "My
husband gave them to me, black pearls, my dear, are a particular
favorite of mine. This strand happens to be worth about two
hundred thousand dollars, so wear them proudly!"
Frank still could not speak.
"I think that we must leave you here a while so that you may
adjust to your new image. When you feel that you can relax and
show some response to our efforts, ring that bell over there,"
Mrs. Livanos said, indicating a bell pull next to the table,
The three women started to leave the room, but at the door
Mrs. Livanos turned to speak again to Frank.
"You really are quite lovely, my dear, and I am sure that if
you think about it, you will agree that this is the best way for
you to be. I do hope that you come around by dinner time."
With that, she sailed out of the room and locked the door
behind her.
Frank stood there, still bewildered and confused. He could
not completely comprehend what had been happening, The whole idea
of becoming a girl seemed so fantastic to him, in spite of the
evidence which could be seen in the mirror. He wanted to continue
to despise the woman for kidnapping him and for humiliating him so
thoroughly, Yet there was something about Mrs. Livanos that
attracted him in a strange way, She seemed so sure of herself, so
confident that she and she alone was right about what was best for
him. He looked again in the mirror.
Frank still found it difficult to accept the fact that the
beautiful reflection was really his reflection, He stared at it
and thought and thought. "The best way" echoed and reechoed
through his mind. He felt the soft tingly fabrics against his
shaved body, and his skin seemed to vibrate with the sensation.
Try as he might, he could not remain angry. He Looked once
more and found that he was truly beautiful. A strange sense of
comfort began to pervade his body and mind. He touched the black
pearls and a childhood memory flooded into his mind.
Frank remembered a sunny day years ago He was ten or so,
playing in his mother's bedroom when he saw the strange box under
his mother's bed. He had looked inside and seen all sorts of
wonderful things -- beads and rings and marvelous shiny brace-
lets. He had put them on, enjoying their sparkle, pretending that
he was a famous movie-star. Then his mother had come in.
The scene which followed was ugly and unpleasant. His mother
had beaten him and called him a terrible name and forbidden him
ever to play in her room again.
Frank and his mother had never again been friends, But now,
strangely, there was a woman who wanted him to wear these
forbidden things, a woman who somehow promised him friendship if
he did. He looked again at the beautiful woman in the mirror.
And, stroking the black pearls, reached for the bell-pull.
Moments later, Elie came into the room,
"Take me to Mrs. Livanos, please," he said.
Elie led him through the bedroom, occasionally helping him to
steady himself on his still strange new high-heels. They went down
the hall to a large room in the front of the house. It was
furnished as a library.
"Come in, my dear, come in," said Mrs. Livanos warmly,
"What do you want of me?' Frank asked, trying to keep his
voice calm.
"First," Mrs. Livanos said, "let's have cocktails. Drinks,
Elie!"
When the potables were served, ElFe left the room, and Mrs.
Livanos indicated that Frank should sit on a sofa. She and Frank
sat together, sipping their cocktails.
"I like you," she said finally. "When I first heard you talk,
I had a feeling you would be better off as a girl. How do you
feel?"
'Strange," Frank admitted, "but it's kind of a nice strange,
I guess that I've really always wanted to try this -- at least
deep down in my subconscious mind."
"I thought so, Now, as you may know, I am a very rich woman.
I have many social obligations and duties. I can definitely use a
secretary, I need somebody with the strength and stamina of a man,
but my reputation demands that it be a woman -- or appear to be
one, at least, My dear, do you begin to get the picture? You said
that you were out of work, Work for me. live here. Travel with me.
And from time to time you can even take vacations as a man or as a
woman, whichever you prefer. Here with me, you will always dress
as a woman -- a very glamorous woman."
"I think that I like your offer, but do you think that I can
get away with such an elaborate masquerade?" Frank inquired.
"Don't worry, I can teach you many things about how to behave
as a lady, and Magda and Elie can help you a great deal. By the
way, Magda is my personal hair stylist and beautician, Elie is my
maid. And they are both royal to the death, so our secret will be
quite safe with them."
"What about Tonette and Jo?"
"They are my friends," said Mrs. Livanos, "you'll see them
again soon.!'
"Air right, I'll do it," Frank said.
"Splendid! You'll never regret it."
They finished their drinks and went down to lunch.
The rest of the day was filled with lessons for Frank. The
women taught him how to move and walk gracefully. Magda gave him
pointers on hair styling and grooming. Mrs. Livanos coached him in
modulating his voice so that he achieve a nice low seductive tone
to his speech.
Gradually, Frank warmed up to his new role in life. It took
on the aspect of a game of "Let's pretend" and became a lot of
fun. He also found he had little difficulty in adopting feminine
mannerisms. By dinner time, he was quite adept at walking in high
heels.
Dinner itself was an exercise in deportment, table manners,
and ladylike conversation. More lessons followed dinner and Frank
began to feel exhausted. He had been given a bedroom adjoining
Mrs. Livanos' dressing room. She told him he was free to wear any
of the her clothes, and he knew that one reason he'd been picked
for this role was that he was the game size as her.
The following days saw more lessons in behavior and he
gradually began to ream his actual secretarial duties as well. He
handled that part of his role very well and soon proved a valuable
asset to Mrs. Livanos He spent meet daytimes wearing a long white
velvet robe with huge sleeves which nearly reached the floor.
Underneath he wore the corset, bra,stockings and panties, letting
his body get used to them and learning how to handle their
restrictive qualities.
Frank began to form a warm friendship with Magda and Elie,
and his growing fondness for Mrs. Livanos and hers for him created
a bond between them.
Mrs. Livanos proved a marvelous employer. She was patient yet
firm. She knew what she wanted at all times. She was fair in her
criticisms and comments. More than a week went by this way, and
Frank was beginning to enjoy his relationship with Mrs. Livanos
more and more.
One night he was feeling very secure and quite feminine. They
were having their usual pre-dinner cocktail, and Frank was
Lounging on the sofa, wearing a white and silver blouse cut like a
man's short-sleeve shirt but with puffy sleeves and a wide,
pointed collar, He also had on a long ankle-length skirt with a
large bold plaid pattern in browns, tans, and white, topped with a
gold belt. Sipping a martini, he watched as Mrs. Livanos signed
some Letters.
''Ma'am?" Frank said, his throat dry.
"Yes, my dear?"
"When do you think it might be possible for me to go out in
public? I would really like to get outside for a while."
The woman looked at him and thought for a few moments.
Finally, she smiled, arching her eyebrows. "Well, l don't see why
you can't go out tomorrow. How about a shopping trip? We'll go
together. How does that sound?"
"It sounds wonderful. I have another question," Frank said.
Mrs. Livanos put down the letters she was about to sign.
''Yes, what is it?"
"When we go out, may I choose the out fit l will wear?"
"Why, of course you can," she replied.
Frank smiled and continued to sip his martini. He realized
that tomorrow would be an important day for him. Mrs. Livanos
suggested that they cap their trip by meeting Tonette and Jo for
cocktails,
The next morning saw a flurry of activity in the huge house,
Frank, acting as secretary, phoned Jo and Tonette to set up a
five p.m. date for cocktails at a popular East Side Lounge. He
quickly disposed of his other duties and by late morning he was
ready to begin preparing for his first public appearance as a
woman,
Frank went alone to the dressing room. Taking off his blue
satin lounging robe, he studied his nude body in the mirrors. He
turned slowly and examined every side of himself. Noticing a new
growth of body hair, he decided to use a depilatory cream before
showering. He applied the ointment to his legs, arms, and chest,
wafted ten minutes, then showered with lukewarm water.
After showering, he applied a creamy body lotion to his
skin, savoring its delicate fragrance and silky texture as he
rubbed himself gently.
Back in the dressing room, he first put on a tiny G-string
type garment which served to hold his genitalia against his
body, eliminating the possibility of any telltale bulge later on
in public.
Next, he selected a pair of sheer black pantyhose, pulling
them over his legs carefully and making sure there were no
wrinkles. Then he picked out a bra -- one that was a little more
padded than the first one he'd worn. He decided to skip the corset
since he felt he could carry himself well enough without it. After
he adjusted the bra, he checked the mirror. Even without makeup he
was beginning to look female.
Holding his stomach in and standing erect, he pulled on a
tight-fitting slip made out of black silk, He noticed how it clung
to the contours of his body, and he smiled. At that moment Mrs.
Livanos and Elie came into the room.
"I won't disturb you, my dear," she said. "I just want to
select my own dress for the day."
The two women went into a huddle to the side of the room,
while Frank sat on a tall stool trying to decide which shoes to
wear. He finally decided on a pair of Italian imports made of soft
leather with three-inch heels. They were black with tiny silver
buckles holding the straps a- cross the instep.
Mrs. Livanos smiled a silent approval in his direction as she
left the room to change. Frank noticed that she had selected a
black linen outfit, He decided then to wear white, as contrast,
Looking in the closets, he came across just the dress. It was a
knee-length velvet Dior creation He put it on. it was sleeveless
and had a plunging neckline. It was accented with a white net
collar that stood up several inches. The overall effect of the
dress was to make his shoulders Look narrower and to make his hair
appear longer. After studying himself again to make sure that
every- thing fit together, he summoned Magda on the house phone.
"Beautiful!" was her only comment on arriving at the scene.
"Make me up just right, Magda."
She studied him for a moment and set to work. First she
blended in a beige- toned foundation cream, then added a soft
burgundy-hued rouge, Then she applied a blusher around the outer
corner of Frank's eyes. Then came bluish eye-shadow which she
smoothed into his Lids, bringing it around under the corner of the
lower lashes. Next she brushed on the softest bit of another eye-
shadow just under the brow to soften the eye. Last she mascaraed
the lashes themselves after lining the upper lids. She finished
off with shiny red lip gloss and a dusting of matte powder.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed, admiring her work, "You look
absolutely beautiful!"
Frank looked again into the mirror and had to agree with her.
"Are we ready?" Mrs. Livanos inquired, coming back into the
room. She stopped and looked at Frank. A smile of real pleasure
crossed her face. "That Dior fits you as if it were made for you.
it gives you a marvelous feminine allure. Any jewelry?"
"What do you suggest? Frank Inquired
"Pearls!" she said with determination, "Elie, bring us the
set I got in London."
Elie gave the necklace to Frank and he put them on, enjoying
the lustrous texture of the gems, Mrs. Livanos gave him a pair of
silver-pearl earrings to put on.
The woman thought for a moment, then told Erie to bring her
new "Chanel" coat, This was a heavy gray tweed with ermine collar
and cuffs, and ermine trim along the bottom, Gray kid gloves and a
black leather purse topped off his outfit.
On the way downstairs Frank turned to Mrs. Livanos, "What are
you planning to call me in public?"
"I think I shall call you 'Frankie,' That makes it easier on
everybody,"
Frank nodded his agreement, "Thanks, and, by the way, you
were right, I feel much better this way, How could you possibly
have known I would? I had no Idea."
"Oh, I can't really explain it, I guess it was women's
intuition," she said.
They left the house, deciding to walk to the shopping area in
the mid-fifties where her favorite stores were located, He had to
force himself not to shake with nerves He was terrified that he'd
give himself away, and he clung to the older woman for moral
support. As they passed a construction site, one of the workmen
gave a whistle, joined in by the others, Frank froze in terror,
but Mrs. Livanos gave him a reassuring smile, "They were whistling
at you, Frankie! Smile!" He forced a little smile in their
direction, and the men responded with more whistles,
"Hi, ya, Babe! one called out. "What's your phone number?"
cried another. Frankie felt a surge of excitement as he realized
that the men were really thrilled by him. He had done it! They
actually thought he was a beautiful woman! He felt like singing as
they continued on down the street.
They spent the afternoon shopping. Mrs. Livanos had decided
that it was time for Frankie to acquire a wardrobe of his own, "Of
course, my dear, I mean only the more intimate items, You must
have your own underthings and stockings, and also some simple
everyday things to wear about the house, And shoes, too. You must
have your own shoes. Of course, as a gesture of my good will, I
intend to pay for them, You may have access to any of my formal
gowns and dresses -- and to my furs and jewels, for that matter,"
"Why, thank you. You are most generous," Frankie replied as
they approached a lingerie shop, one of the best and most
luxurious in New York. Frankie thrilled at the sight of all the
beautiful silken and lace garments, He loved the delicate frothy
pink and silky underthings that Mrs. Livanos helped him select.
They also bought a supply of black, lacy, seductive things and a
quantity of fine silk stockings. Padded brassieres, pantyhose, and
some really elegant nightdresses were added to his haul.
They next visited several shoe stores to stock up on patent-
leather high heels, custom-made boots and shoes of genuine
Leather, and ordinary low-heeled shoes and slippers to wear about
the house. Most of these were to be sent on to Mrs. Livanos'
house. In most of the stores they visited that day, she gave
Frankie Legal access to her charge accounts in case she would ever
Want to shop on her own.
Mrs. Livanos and Frankie went on to several department
stores, where they purchased tweed skirts and sweaters for daily
wear. They even stopped off to buy a riding habit "for visits to
England." Frankie delighted in trying on all the wonderful new
clothes, and she loved the solicitous attention she received from
salespeople,
"Now, my dear," Mrs. Livanos said at last. "A special treat
for you."
With that, she hailed a taxicab and directed the driver to
take them to Tiffany's.
Once inside that august establishment, she demanded a private
showing room and gave whispered instructions to the sales- man who
had dashed to her side when she entered the store.
The salesman returned moments later carrying a long slender
box. He opened it to show a row of perfectly matched pearls!
Frankie's eyes went wide with amazement and pleasure, and
Mrs. Livanos merely nodded to the man. Shutting the box, he
disappeared as quickly as he had arrived,
Tense with curiosity Frankie followed Mrs. Livanos out of the
store.
"I have ordered those pearls made into a necklace," she said
at last, "It is to be a special bonus to you, for being so
cooperative."
Frankie could only stammer an awkward thanks,
"Furthermore," Mrs. Livanos continued, "every year on this
date that you are still with me, one more strand identical to this
one will be added, If you remain for a long enough time, you will
be a very rich man -- er, woman, I mean."
Frankie was stupefied, Never In his wildest dreams did he
ever think of owning such fabulous treasures,
"Cocktail time," Mrs. Livanos said brightly,
Frankie quickly hailed a taxicab and they were on their way
to meet Tonette and Jo,
In the back of the cab, Mrs. Livanos slipped a hundred dollar
bill into Frankie's handbag,
"For pocket money," she whispered, She leaned back against
the cushions,
Frankie was almost hysterical with delight when they arrived
at the cocktail lounge. His face literally radiated pleasure. They
spotted the other two girls at once and hurried over to their
table.
Tonette and Jo both gasped in astonishment on seeing Mrs.
Livanos' new secretary in person.
"You did it," Jo said as Frankie was introduced,
"Is this actually Frank from Last week?" Tonette asked. "I
knew that you were up to something with that young man, but I
never guessed for a moment that it would turn out like this!"
Frankie was a little annoyed that they had recognized him but
was reassured that it was possible only because the other two had
been partly aware of what Mrs. Livanos had been up to,
They all settled down and had a drink. Frankie became aware
of the many admiring glances they were getting from the men in the
room. He smiled in appreciation, enjoying every second of the
little party, basking in the glow of public approval.
At one point, a drink was brought to Frankie, He asked the
waiter where it had come from, and the waiter indicated a tall
dark-haired man at the middle of the bar. The man smiled at
Frankie as he caught his eye, Frankie could not help but laugh a
little. "What is it?" asked Mrs. Livanos on hearing Frankie's
giggle.
"That man is flirting with me," said Frankie, smiling.
"Well, you should be pleased."
"0h, I am, I am. I just think it's very funny that of all the
beautiful women at this table, he should pick the only boy."
That set Tonette and Jo into gales of Laughter, and Mrs.
Livanos smiled.
"I think we should tell him," she said.
"I think so too," Tonette said.
"Frankie," Jo said, "Tonette and I are just as male as you
are!" Frankie stared at her in amazement. "Really," she said, "She
is Anthony and I am Joseph. We went through the same treatment as
you did."
"That's correct," Mrs. Livanos said.
"We too were her secretaries and worked for her for quite
some time." said Tonette.
"Why did you Leave?" Frankie asked.
"Rich lovers," they answered in unison.
Frankie was stunned. Mrs. Livanos ordered another round of
drinks as the tall dark-haired man moved toward their table. The
man was good-looking, Frankie decided. He began to wonder just how
many strands of perfectly matched pearls from Tiffany's he'd
manage to get by staying with Mrs. Livanos.
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