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Every year a city about an hour away from where I live hosts a big charity costume party that coincides with Mardi Gras. I had decided to attend the event as my female persona, Tessa. Since I don’t get many chances to go out in public I decided I was gong to go all out for this event. For the last two months I had been on a strict diet, more like starvation but I knew the results were going to help me with my transformation. I lost fifteen pounds and some muscle mass too. I had limited my exercise to walking, yoga, and repetitions of butt lifts, sits ups, etc, that would help my body look more feminine. During this time I have also kept my body completely smooth. Ample amounts of body lotion daily have left my skin soft and smooth. A couple of days before the party I visited the salon that was going to do my nail, hair, and makeup and I got a spray tan, nothing dramatic just a little color to make my legs look better. I really wanted my face to have a smooth flawless look so over the last few months I also had laser hair removal on my neck and a couple of treatments on my face. The treatments did not completely get rid of my beard growth but it lessened it enough to where I only have to shave every three days. With less beard shadow I knew the makeup artist could use less foundation and therefore it wouldn’t look like I had makeup layered on like plaster. The days before the party seemed to drag. When the day finally arrived I shaved my entire body completely smooth. I love the feel of softness this gives me. I was excited to be going to a salon for a day of beauty. I had a late afternoon appointment so I tried to relax and made sure I had all the items I needed. My plan was to pack everything I needed in a couple shopping bags and go to the salon dressed in my male clothes. I knew I would be walking out with a new hairstyle, a BCBG dress that showed ample cleavage, and Gucci Ormandi platform sandals. I had some help creating a feminine figure with a body shaper and a VS push up bra. I had tried taping my chest to create more cleavage and chest size but I had found that the bra and some small cutlet inserts underneath my own pecs/chest really gave me the look of real breasts. I suppose the cut of the dress helped to create this look too. This combination left me with a very realistic feminine chest, kaçak iddaa maybe an “a” cup or small “b” cup size boobs. I was looking forward to showing this off as I knew I would get some second looks from people who thought I was a guy in a dress. I thought I would be more nervous walking into the salon but I found myself quite at ease and excited to see the results. Deciding to cut my own hair into a feminine style was going a little overboard but I knew I could just get it cut short after so I really did not worry about it too much. The women who were handling my transformation were all aware of the party I was attending and they were all happy to help. I removed all my male clothes, put them in a bag, put on my gaff to tuck away my dick for the day and night, added some panties then put on a robe and said goodbye to my male self and began to let Tessa emerge. To start the makeover process I had a relaxing facial. A pedi followed and I also had a full set of nails put on my hands. I was surprised how feminine my hands looked with the long nails. The hairstylist showed me some pictures of some cuts that would look good on me. A few other women conferred with the stylist and they decided a long layered look with bangs would look best. I told them I was leaving it up to them so I agreed with whatever they chose. Before Amy, the hairstylist, started her magic she waxed and shaped my eyebrows. I knew I would have some thin arches for eyebrows for a while but Tessa did not care, she wanted to have more feminine looking eyes. The women in the salon thought I should be surprised by my final look so they did not let me see my new hairstyle. However, as Amy dried and brushed it I could see and feel it surround my shoulders. It looked very wavy and felt soft. The final step before getting dressed was makeup. My makeup artist spent a lot of time working to get the look she wanted. She had looked at my dress and jewelry and said she was creating a sexy, smoky eye for a great nighttime look that would look hot with the dress. She also placed some lip plumper on my lips while she worked on my face. She told me to keep applying it periodically throughout the night and it would keep my lips looking full. I could feel the difference in my lips as she continued to work. After what seemed like an hour or more she kaçak bahis stepped back to look at me and admire her work. “I must say I did a good job on you. You look very pretty.” She called another woman into the room and she looked at me and exclaimed, “Wow. You are hot!” I was now very anxious to see myself. However, the women had other plans. They walked my to a back room that had no mirrors. They had placed everything I was going to be wearing in the room. They told me to get dressed and then I could see the result. Getting dressed without a mirror was a bit of a pain. I took my time, enjoying the feel of my dress hanging on my smooth legs. I looked down at my chest and saw two small boobs. I knew someone looking at them from the front would see two small mounds and the cleavage of a woman’s chest. I strapped on my heels and put on all my jewelry and stepped out to see myself completely made over to Tessa. As I walked out of the room, I almost bumped into Amy. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh, my god. That dress is awesome. You are beautiful!” She then guided me over to a mirror and I saw the results. Staring back at me was a very pretty Tessa. I could not believe how feminine my face looked with arched eyebrows and long lashes, and my hair was gorgeous, totally female. I did not know what to say but I knew I was elated and looking forward to going to the party as Tessa. I gathered my long coat and purse and thanked everyone immensely for all their help. After several pictures I walked to the door to leave. Before I got to the door Amy walked up to me and said, “You do know that as long as you use a feminine sounding voice that most people are going to think you are a woman so you might need to be careful.” I wasn’t sure if that was true. I assumed people would think everyone was wearing a costume so even if from a distance I looked like a woman I assumed people would figure it out. However, I did take that as a compliment. Then I thought about what she said about being careful and what that meant. I had no intention of being with a man but what if one tried to hit on me? I decided I would play it off in a fun way. Even though I was going out as Tessa I still desired to sleep with a woman. I guess I was going to have to find a lesbian tonight! Before I stepped out of the salon I told myself illegal bahis that I was now Tessa and was going to walk, talk, and act like Tessa. I stepped confidently out of the salon, walked, to the parking lot, and got in my car. I checked myself in the mirror and told myself how happy I was with the transformation. The party is held at a very nice hotel. I pulled up to the valet station and waited for a valet. I was curious if he would be able to tell I was a guy but then I reminded myself I was Tessa now. I stepped out of the car and the valet handed me a ticket. I thanked the valet and he replied, “Thank you, Ma’am” as I handed him a tip. I checked my coat at the coat check but kept my purse. I also kept the black shrug on over my dress, for the time being. I was okay with exposing my arms but I thought the ballroom where the party was being held might be cold. As I walked in I saw, as you can imagine, all sorts of costumes. I walked over to one of the bars to get a drink and was served by a woman dressed as Red Riding Hood. She handed me my martini and told me she loved my dress. I moved around the room a little and it was not long before I saw a strikingly beautiful dark haired woman dressed in a skimpy devil’s costume. I tried not to stare but as I glanced over in her direction I noticed that she was looking at me, more specifically she was looking at my shoes and legs then my breasts. This got me very excited but I tried to play cool and strike a pose that would give her a better look at my chest. I was dying to know if she was still looking my way but I didn’t want to be too obvious. As I was planning how I could approach this devil, a man dressed as Charlie Chaplin walked up to me and said, “Hello.” “Hi, Charlie, or is it Charles? I love all of you movies. What brings you to an event like this? I thought you would be in Hollywood.” “I go where all the beautiful woman like you go.” “Oh, thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” Before we could talk anymore a woman dressed as what I guessed to be Hillary Clinton, swooped in and grabbed the man’s arm. “Excuse us but I need a dance with my husband.” The woman gave me a “you bitch” look as she grabbed her husband’s arm and lead him to the back of the room where the dancing was taking place. As I was smiling to myself I heard woman’s voice say, “She was jealous of you.” As I turned to find the voice I giggled out loud and said, “Maybe.” The voice said, “No maybe about it.” At that point I had turned and found myself looking at a woman slightly taller than me.