Lukas was just 16 years old, a shy young man with a secret that unfolded like a sweet intoxication during his Voluntary Social Year (FSJ) at a senior care facility. He had always admired the grace of women—the way their hips swayed, the way their glances captured hearts. But within him burned more than admiration. His goal was clear: to train as a healthcare management assistant in a mid-sized company selling medical equipment to clinics and laboratories, where the clientele consisted almost exclusively of men—doctors, clinic managers, lab technicians. After passing the exam, a role in field sales awaited, traveling across Germany to visit clients. There, he could shine as Lina, embracing his femininity and leaving his past behind.
The FSJ was the moment Lukas became Lina. He worked with a lively team of young women who welcomed him with open arms. They loved entertaining the residents with pranks, and Lukas was their favorite project. During a carnival celebration, they convinced him to dress as a girl. “Come on, Lukas, you’ll look stunning!” Mia teased with a seductive smile. They handed him a black, ouvert lace panty, its delicate straps tickling his skin. When Lukas hesitated, Anna giggled, “Ouvert means there’s a little opening—for that extra thrill when you want to drive someone wild!” He blushed, but the feel of the silky lace made his heart race. They slipped him into sheer, semi-transparent black pantyhose that caressed his legs, a pink summer dress that hugged his slender frame, and silver flat sandals that clicked softly with each step. They applied glossy lip gloss, blush, and long false eyelashes, covering his then-short hair with a blonde wig. In the mirror, Lukas saw a stranger—a seductive, feminine version of himself. His body tingled, a desire awakened: he wanted to be this woman.
The girls made it their mission to shape Lukas into the perfect Lina. They trained him in feminine movements and behaviors, each lesson a sensual dance. “Sway your hips, Lina, lightly, as if you’re walking on clouds,” Mia said, demonstrating a gentle, rhythmic stride. They practiced for hours in front of the mirror, correcting his posture: “Chest out, shoulders back, but soft!” Anna taught him to sit gracefully, crossing his legs, hands resting delicately on his knees, a smile hinting at secrets. They showed him how to play with his hair—twirling a strand around his finger, tossing it coyly over his shoulder—and to tilt his head slightly to captivate men with a shy, inviting glance. “Your eyes are your weapon,” Sarah whispered, teaching him to flirt from beneath long lashes. Lina learned to modulate her voice, soft and melodic, with a playful lilt that made every sentence sound like an invitation.
A key part of the training was walking in high heels. “Every woman must master this,” Mia declared firmly. They started with low heels—3 cm black pumps that Lina initially wore unsteadily. “Small steps, heels first, then toes,” Anna explained, walking beside her, correcting every move. Lina wobbled but, after days, glided smoothly across the floor, hips swaying slightly. Once she mastered the 3 cm heels, they upped the challenge: 5 cm red sandals that made her legs appear longer. “Feel the balance, love the heels!” Sarah called as Lina strutted through the common room, the residents clapping. Soon, she conquered 8 cm black stilettos, which forced her posture into a sensual line, showcasing her legs like sculptures. “You’re a natural,” Mia praised, and Lina felt the heels amplify her femininity, each step a seductive click.
The girls delved into details, explaining the types of underwear and their strategic uses. “Underwear is power,” Anna said with a wink. They showed her the ouvert lace panty, “for moments when you want to drive someone wild—the opening is a secret only you know.” Then came a seamless, skin-toned panty without an opening, “for everyday, when you want to feel secure and smooth.” A black thong with thin straps was for “nights when you want minimal fabric and maximum impact,” while a red lace bra with matching panty “signals pure seduction when you take control.” They explained how each choice shaped the mood: “Ouvert is for bold nights, seamless for professionalism, thongs for confidence.” Lina listened, enthralled, feeling how each piece of underwear highlighted her femininity differently, igniting her imagination.
The fun escalated as the girls dressed Lina up more often. One time, they chose a red ouvert lace panty, its straps caressing her skin, glossy skin-toned pantyhose that made her legs shimmer like silk, a tight black cocktail dress that accentuated her slender legs, and 8 cm black high heels. They applied dramatic eyeliner, bright red lipstick, and glitter on her cheeks, her now-growing blonde hair worn loose and voluminous. “You’re a dream, Lina!” Anna exclaimed. They urged her to join events, pushing her toward young men—volunteers, visitors, residents’ grandsons. “Flirt, show what you’ve learned!” they giggled. Lina blushed, but the men’s gazes were intoxicating. “You have an incredible smile,” one young man said, his eyes fixed on her glossy lips. “Do you come here often?” another asked, his gaze trailing over her pantyhose-clad legs. Lina felt the heat, the delicate underwear, the tight dress—she was blossoming in her true skin.
The girls shared cunning tricks for when they “absolutely wanted to hook up.” “It’s in the details,” Mia whispered. They showed Lina how to lean slightly forward to highlight her curves or “accidentally” brush a man’s hand with a shy smile. Sarah demonstrated how a slow breath draws attention to the chest, while Anna explained how a slight bite on the lower lip signals desire. “And always perfume—a hint that draws them closer,” Mia said, spritzing Lina with a floral scent. Lina absorbed it all, each trick making her heart race.
At 16, after the FSJ and graduating high school, Lina was ready. Her natural, long blonde hair fell in glossy waves to the middle of her back, a golden veil. Her blue eyes sparkled under mascara, her lips lightly painted, her skin smooth and refined with foundation. She wore a black ouvert lace panty, its straps tickling her skin, glossy skin-toned pantyhose, a silicone bra with full D-cup padding that shaped a plump bust, and a shapewear corset that cinched her waist tightly. Padded underwear widened her hips, creating an hourglass figure—curvy, a sight that captivated. Her movements were a dance: a hip sway, a graceful walk, a soft voice, perfected during the FSJ.
The path to her apprenticeship was rocky. Lina forged her transcripts, replacing her name with “Lina Marie” and polishing her grades. She applied to medical equipment companies, but rejections came quickly. “Your grades aren’t sufficient,” they said. Frustrated, she forged again, crafting stellar grades, a flawless diploma, and a glowing recommendation from the senior care facility. Suddenly, interview invitations poured in.
For her first interviews, Lina chose seductive outfits. She wore a black ouvert lace panty, semi-transparent black pantyhose, an emerald-green sheath dress that hugged her D-cup bust and hips, and 10 cm black high heels. Her lips were bright red, her eyes accentuated with eyeliner, her hair worn in loose waves, enveloped in floral perfume. But HR managers found her “too flashy.” Lina recalled the girls’ lessons: subtlety was powerful.
For her next interview, at a company with over 300 employees, she chose a understated outfit: a white, non-ouvert lace panty that hugged her skin, matte skin-toned pantyhose, black tailored trousers that flattered her hips and legs, a cream long-sleeve top that subtly shaped her bust, and flat black ballerinas. She wore minimal makeup: BB cream, mascara, pink lipstick. Her hair was tied in a simple bun, but her movements—the hip sway, the coy glance—revealed her artistry.
The interview took place in a modern office overlooking an exhibition hall of medical equipment. The HR manager, Ms. Berger, elegant in a gray pantsuit, asked about Lina’s “experience,” including her FSJ, which Lina presented as proof of her customer service skills. Her soft voice and delicate gaze held attention. “You make a competent impression, Ms. Marie,” Ms. Berger said with a smile. “You’ll fit into our team.” Lina’s heart leaped. Ms. Berger slid an apprenticeship contract across the table, and Lina, overwhelmed, signed without reading the details.
As they parted, Ms. Berger said, “I look forward to working with you, Ms. Marie. Please wear slightly more feminine business attire, in line with our image.” Lina nodded, inwardly rejoicing, her thoughts on the girls’ lessons. She left the office triumphantly, hips swaying lightly, ready to embark on her apprenticeship—and her future in field sales—as Lina, a woman who commanded every room.
