My girlfriend, Alice, bored one day in her dorm room, decided that she wanted to paint my toenails. I, without much thought, just let her do it. I figured that it was only harmless paint. I was comfortable enough with my masculinity that I didn’t really care. If I decided that I didn’t like it, I could just clean it off or hide my painted toes with socks.

Alice put separators between my toes before beginning with the pedicure. She decided on a light pink color that matched her own nails. As she applied the polish, I could feel the coldness of the paint, which was an interesting sensation to me. After about 10 minutes, two coats of color, and what Alice called a top coat, my toenails were completely painted in pink.

As I looked at my newly-painted toes, I felt a stirring in my cock. I was shocked at this feeling of pleasure. It couldn’t be from just seeing nail polish on feet, as I had seen plenty of that before today. I think I was mesmerized that my plain, boring feet had turned into dainty, feminine feet in a matter of minutes. It was making me feel like I wasn’t even in my own body.

Alice saw the bulge in my pants and smiled. “Aww, do you like your new toenails?” she asked. “If you like that, I can do your fingernails as well.” I didn’t say anything, but I felt my head nod, as if it did it on its own. She took this nod as approval, and she prepared herself to paint my fingernails.

Alice filed my untrimmed fingernails into an oval shape. The new shape made my nails look longer than they had before. She then painted my fingernails with the exact same polish as my toes. Soon, I had feminine hands that matched my feminine feet. It was almost scary that they looked this good.

I still wasn’t saying anything, but my penis practically spoke for me. Alice noticed and saw another opportunity. “I think your nails would go great with this outfit I have. Do you want to try it on?” she inquired. I again nodded involuntarily, and she grinned with excitement.

Alice went to her closet to grab the aforementioned outfit. She laid out panties, a bra, and a romper, all in pink, for me to wear. My mind was trying to say no to this, but my body wasn’t listening. As if on autopilot, I undressed myself and began to put on the outfit. I slid the panties up my legs, then clasped the bra on my chest as if I’d done it a thousand times before. Finally, I slid the romper over my head, it somehow being a perfect fit.

I saw my reflection in the mirror, and was somehow even more stunned than before. My body now looked as feminine as my hands and feet, and all that changed was a simple outfit. I couldn’t believe it. But for some reason, Alice didn’t look satisfied.

“I like the outfit, but your body hair is making it a little unflattering,” she said. “We should shave it off.” My legs seemed to agree with her, as they moved against my will and followed her into the bathroom.

Alice had me take off the outfit so that it was easier to shave. She spread her shaving cream (which smelled like strawberries) over every inch of my body. She then helped me shave my face, legs, arms, chest, groin, and ass. In almost no time, my body had almost zero hair (outside of my eyebrows and the hair on top of my head, obviously).

I put the outfit back on, and really felt a difference with the hairless body. The material gliding across my smooth skin was euphoric, giving me an electrical feeling throughout my body. Looking in the mirror, my arms and legs stood out to me more, peeking out from the romper and shining in the light. Alice was right, I definitely looked better without the body hair.

“You know what this outfit could use?” Alice asked. “A little makeup. I think it will make you look really pretty.” My body, fighting against my urge to say no, nodded in agreement with her. She practically squealed at my apparent consent to her offer. She then had me sit in her chair and went to grab her makeup bag.

She started out with some mascara, gliding the wand across my eyelashes. Next, she added some light-pink eyeshadow that seemed to match my nails and outfit. Then came the eyeliner, which she swooped across my eyelids with ease. She topped things off with some lipstick that matched all the other pink stuff I had on. After she was done, I looked in the mirror and could only see a woman’s face looking back at me.

Alice still wasn’t satisfied, though. “How about I do your hair? I can make it look much better.” With absolutely no hesitation from me at this point, she brushed out my somewhat-long hair into something more feminine. She then took a curling iron and added some waves to my hair.

With my hair done, Alice had me take one final look in the mirror. The woman staring back at me was very sexy. Her feminine figure was accentuated by her clothes, hugging her hairless body in all the right places. Her hairstyle could be described as cute and suited her very well. She had perfect nails and makeup, which greatly highlighted her femininity. I just couldn’t believe that that woman was me.

As I was checking myself out in the mirror, Alice looked at her phone and her eyes widened. “Oh shit, our dinner reservation’s in 10 minutes. We better get going.” I had completely forgotten that we had dinner plans, clearly both of us had lost track of time. I can’t believe so much of our time was taken up by this.

My mind was saying that I couldn’t go out like this, but my body was disagreeing again. Alice handed me a purse to put my stuff in, then a pair of open-toed heels to wear out. I put the heels on and tried out walking in them. I thought I would struggle in the heels, but it felt surprisingly natural. In no time, we were out the door and headed to the restaurant.

When we arrive to the restaurant, I am still internally freaking out. I was out in public, dressed like a woman for the first time. I feared that everyone is going to see through my disguise and know that I was really a man. Knowing how the world is, I didn’t expect people to react well if they found out. My body did not have any of these fears, though, because I walked hand-in-hand with Alice into the restaurant without hesitation.

We get up to the maître d’ and Alice tells her that we have a reservation. She immediately takes a couple menus and leads us to our table. Once we sit down, our waiter comes over and asks, “how are you ladies are doing this evening?” With a response from Alice alone, he then asks what we’d like to drink. Since I still wasn’t speaking, Alice just ordered us two Cosmopolitans.

As we waited for our drinks, we looked at the menu to figure out what we wanted to eat. Not that it mattered, though, I probably couldn’t say a single word to the waiter if I tried. Plus, Alice seemed to take charge during my period of silence. I just know she’ll order me something that she likes, and not something I normally eat.

The drinks arrive, and the waiter asks if we’re ready to order. Alice orders a salad for herself, and after I don’t say anything (surprise!), she orders the same for me. The waiter takes our menus and goes to put in our food orders.

As I drink my Cosmopolitan, I notice that my nails match the color of the drink, which both frightened and excited me. While I was still scared about the predicament I was in, there was a small part of me that kind of enjoyed it. There is a weird thrill that comes with dressing like a woman in public for the first time. I mean, nobody even seemed to suspect or care that I was dressed this way. And even though it terrified me enough to stay mute, I felt a stirring in my loins practically the entire time.

Our food comes out pretty quickly, and we begin to eat. Although I was normally grossed out by salads, my mindless body apparently wasn’t. I was also eating similar to Alice, which meant slow and careful. I always figured that she ate this way to keep a slim figure and not mess up her makeup; I guess my body subconsciously did it for the same reasons.

After about half an hour, we (finally) finished our salads. The waiter brought out the bill, and Alice was very quick to pay. She acted like we were dining and dashing, because we were out the door in no time. I don’t know why she’s in such a rush; it’s not like we had any other plans. I had no idea what she has in store.

When we get back to her dorm, she begins passionately making out with me. She is touching every inch of my body and acting like a wild animal. I have never seen her this way before. It’s almost like she found me more sexy dressed as a woman. She strips every piece of clothing off of me, except for the bra and panties.

Although I am horny from everything tonight, my penis was still soft from being tucked away. Alice took notice of this and said she had a surprise for me. She went into her dresser and grabbed something that I couldn’t see, as it was hidden in her hands. She slowly slid down my panties, and I thought she was going to give me a blowjob or something. But in one quick swoop, I feel something metal on my penis and a “click” sound. I look down, and my penis is locked in a chastity cage. I am stunned, but of course, I do not protest, just like everything else that has happened. She then begins to make out with me even harder. My penis finally tries to get hard, but it can’t because of the chastity cage. The feeling of my growing member pushing against the cage was both painful and making me hornier.

Alice sees my frustration and pulls out another surprise to ease my pain: a dildo. With no pushback from me, she lubes it up and slides it right between my buttcheeks. The dildo goes into my asshole like it’s nothing. As she continues to make out with me, she moves the dildo in and out of me, hitting my prostate each time. For the first time that night, I finally spoke up, but in the form of moans instead of words. Every hit of the dildo on my prostate sent a wave of pleasure through my body, and I expressed that pleasure by moaning.

As Alice fucked me with the dildo, I almost instinctually teased her nipples with my pink fingernails. Then, I moved one hand down to her crotch and pleased her that way. We continued making love vigorously, both of us only able communicate with moans. I could feel myself orgasming many times throughout, but without any cum and in a more euphoric way than how I normally orgasm. I could tell that Alice had orgasmed multiple times as well. After many long minutes of love-making, we both collapse on the bed out of exhaustion.

As we laid in bed, I looked in Alice’s mirror. All I could see was two half-naked women who had clearly just had sex. There was nothing about me that looked like a man. There was nothing about what I did tonight that felt like being a man. I had just experienced what it was like to be a woman, and I had loved it.

I started to ask myself if there was something wrong with me, but that thought was suppressed by tiredness. Both Alice and I were sleepy, as it had gotten late, so we just decided to hit the hay. I guess this will have to wait until tomorrow…

It was a warm Saturday afternoon. It had been 3 months since that fateful night. Alice and I were leaving her dorm room to head to the mall. I was wearing a pink blouse and black skirt combo. My nails were painted in a cherry red color, and had a pair of tan wedges on that showed off my colored toenails. My makeup was done very lightly, as today was meant to be more casual.

After that one night, I had decided that I loved being a woman. However, I also loved being a man. So, I decided to split my time between being a man and being a woman. On weekdays, I would be my male self, and on weekends, I would be my female self. Alice was thrilled when I made this decision. She did, however, want me in chastity 24/7, regardless of male or female form; I was more than happy to accept these terms.

To make my female life better, I also decided to sacrifice some parts of my male life. For removing body hair, I get myself waxed so that I don’t have to spend so much time shaving. I additionally keep my toenails polished almost all the time, as there’s no point in removing the polish if nobody will see it. Finally, I’ve let my nails and hair grow longer. My hands look better with long, painted nails, and my hair can be styled in many more ways than before.

Anyways, that is my life now. I honestly never expected for things to end up this way. But now that I have experienced what it was like to be a woman, I couldn’t imagine living life without that part of me existing. And it all leads back to a simple bottle of nail polish. It was truly the pedicure that changed me.