Our dinner date confirmed those impressions and we ended up talking for more than six hours that night. Among the many things I learned about him in our very comfortable conversation was his desire to dedicate himself to a dominant woman. Although he claimed that he is heterosexual, he also expressed a desire to know what it feels like to (in his words) "live like a woman." Although I did not communicate, straight out, my dominant nature, I shared my true acceptance of his desires and he was very grateful for that acceptance.

During this same time period, I was having trouble getting reasonably priced, high quality custodial service for my shop. I asked him if he would be willing to come in and clean my shop nightly if I would help him develop a more feminine appearance. He couldn't have said "yes" more enthusiastically if I had asked him to accept a Million dollars as a gift! For the next two weeks, every evening and each Saturday afternoon, he cleaned my shop like he was polishing silver. On several occasions he even swept up the parking lot!

Most remarkable of all, was something he did in response to a comment I made during our first dinner together. I briefly mentioned to him that I thought he could easily "pass" as a woman, and off-handedly said that it was too bad his lips were not fuller. Near the end of his second week as my custodian, he arrived with the fullest, most feminine lips imaginable.

He had arranged to receive a medical treatment to enhance his lips, and although he tells me it is not permanent, until they recede, his appearance is remarkably feminized. I decided I needed to find ways to take fuller advantage of this man who is kind, considerate, sincere, and is so compliant that he does exactly what I say, even when my wish is expressed as a subtle hint.

As his reward (he was not being paid for his custodial efforts) for two weeks of excellent custodial work, I told him that he needed to anticipate staying late on Saturday while I changed his appearance. In response to my questions, he assured me that there was no limit to the feminizing procedures I might perform, and considering the lip enhancement he had undergone, I certainly believed him. I required him to arrive with his body waxed, and had referred him to a shop near his home where he could get that done ahead of time.

Several women rent work stations in my shop, and we rotate the responsibility of closing the shop. On the Saturday afternoon of Ronni's (a derivation of his true name) feminization, only my last two clients and I were in my shop when he arrived. If it can be said that cleaning can be done with passion, that is exactly how Ronni attacked his cleaning responsibilities that afternoon.