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I Was Transformed into a Beautiful Woman, Part One
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I Was Transformed into a Beautiful Woman! - Part 1
author unknown
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Ever since I was 4 or 5 years old, I can remember being extremely
interested in girls' and womens' clothes. This interest continued off an on
throughout my childhood, and became quite an obsession during my teenage
years. At sixteen, a most exciting experience occurred that I shall
now recount in detail with help from my diary.
During my teenage years, I was raised by my grandmother in a
suburban town in upstate New York, about twenty miles north of New York
City. My grandmother owned a two-family house and often rented the
upstairs apartment to young couples or students.
When I was fifteen, two gorgeous young ladies named Linda and
Stephanie moved in upstairs. They led very interesting lives. By day, they
sought acting, dancing, or modeling work. By night, as I discovered by
eavesdropping,they were exotic dancers so they could pay the bills and have
some adventure.
I eagerly became acquainted with Linda and Stephanie by doing
chores and running errands for them. These girls were extremely attractive
and very much into clothing, cosmetics, and lingerie. They looked stunning
in whatever they wore, be it jeans, miniskirts, or evening gowns.
Whenever I was in their apartment, whether to water the plants, bring up the
mail, or unclog the drain, I couldn't help but notice an occasional pair of
panties, a bra, a G-string, or some nylons lying around. When they were
home, they might have caught me staring at such articles on several
occasions, although I tried to be as discreet as possible.
After they had been there a few months, I turned sixteen. I was
going crazy, constantly daydreaming about them and their underwear. My
desires were overwhelming me. I knew I couldn't have the girls, but I felt I
must at least have their clothing to touch, fondle, and wear like they did.
I had never stolen anything in my life, but this was more temptation
than I could bear. I gave in to my obsession, and decided the only way
would be to secretly take their clothes. (I knew well that I couldn't just
ask them for these personal things, their underwear and such, so I stole them
whenever the opportunity arose.)
I would help myself to a pair of panties here, a bra and slip there,
and so on. However, soon this got out of hand, and I started taking more
and more of their things. I advanced from panties, bras, and nylons to
slips, nightgowns, lipsticks, earrings, some shoes, several skirts and
dresses, a bathing suit...
I would get so scared when I would take something that my heart
would pound, but after a while the fear seemed to add to the thrill. As a
further turn-on, often when I would go upstairs to see the girls, I would
wear their panties, bras, and even pantyhose under my clothes in their
presence without them knowing it, and I would become extremely aroused.
I would then return to my room and masturbate repeatedly.
After some months of hoarding their clothes, I developed quite a
wardrobe. I had decided the best place to hide the garments was with my
assortment of Playboy magazines in an old trunk in my closet, with the half-
hearted idea of secretly returning the clothes to their rightful owners
someday.
I kept a pile of my own old clothes and some sports equipment and
such on top of the trunk for concealment since I didn't have a key for the
trunk and my closet door did not lock. I was concerned about this lack of
security, but my magazine collection had gone unnoticed and I really had no
where else to hide the stuff. I knew my grandmother rarely entered my
room, and she didn't have reason to go in my closet.
I continued taking clothes and accessories whenever possible for
some time longer. Then, on several occasions, the girls nonchalantly asked
me if I had seen certain missing skirts or shoes. This made me quite
nervous, and I thought they probably suspected me by now, so I decided I
must stop taking their things. I did stop for a short time. However, I
suffered "withdrawal pains" from having my supply of fresh clothing cut
off, and I resumed my previous ways once I thought their suspicion had
waned.
My trunk became filled to capacity, and I began carefully discarding
things as I found that to be easier and safer than returning them back
upstairs in a used condition.
After Christmas, big trouble arose. It seemed that Stephanie asked
my grandmother if we had any skis she could borrow because some guys
invited her and Linda to go skiing. My grandmother said she wasn't sure,
but thought there might possibly be an old pair in my closet somewhere,
and that Stephanie would be welcome to use them if she wouldn't mind
looking.
Later that day, when I arrived home, my grandmother mentioned
that Stephanie had borrowed some old skis that she found in my closet. I
almost fainted! However, I wasn't certain if she had found my cache or
not, and I spent the weekend all worried about it.
The girls returned a few days later. They mentioned nothing about
the trunk, and I certainly wasn't going to ask if they had discovered it. I
thought I noticed an angry tone in their voices at times, but I wasn't sure.
After they had been back for a couple of days and made no mention of the
trunk, I felt better.
On that Saturday afternoon, I returned home from swimming
practice, and since my grandmother had left for a long-awaited trip to her
sister's house, I went straight to my room to indulge in my "treasure chest."
However, I got the surprise of my life when I opened the door and
found Linda and Stephanie sorting out their clothing, shoes, and cosmetics
from my trunk which lay open on my bed! As I stood there in shock, Linda
said teasingly, "Oooh, you're in trouble. You've been such a naughty boy."
I discovered your trunk when I borrowed the skis, Stephanie
continued, but we decided to wait until your grandmother was away before
confronting you about it. She then said something about this pile of
clothes being hers and that pile being Linda's, and a third pile being made of
things they couldn't identify or that had "dried cum" or something gross on
them. So you might as well keep them to go with your magazines.
I bet I know what you do with our clothes, Linda giggled.
I bet
you put them on for the feeling, look at yourself in the mirror, and play w
ith
yourself. They both thought this was very funny. Linda went on to say
that one of her friends had dated a guy who did this sort of thing. I stoo
d
there sweating, and my heart was beating a mile per second.
You better not take any more of our stuff, Stephanie said, or
we ll tell your grandmother what her D4granddaughter has been doing.
As it
is, there s at least two hundred dollars worth of clothes and stuff missi
ng or
ruined.
Linda looked up. Yeah! And you re certainly going to pay for it!
I ll pay, I stammered nervously, but I only have the forty do
llars
Grandma left me for groceries. I can t get that much money without a job
.
Oh, don t worry, Stephanie cooed. We have a little job for y
ou.
Don t you dare go anywhere tonight.
As they were leaving, Stephanie handed me the wrinkled but now
neatly-folded, unclaimed pile (mostly lingerie) and laughingly said, "Here
honey, be a good girl and put your undies away." After they left, I regain
ed
control of myself, and my nervousness became increasingly charged with
arousal. I put on a remaining pair of pink silk panties, bra, and slip, an
d
masturbated intensely. Afterwards, exhausted, I fell asleep on my bed.
Some hours later, I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. It was
Stephanie. The bathroom sink is clogged. Would you come up right
away? It s starting to overflow...
I was still half asleep, but it sounded rather urgent, so I quickly
pulled on my pants and shirt over the panties and bra I had fallen asleep i
n
to save time. I added a sweater so the bra wouldn't show through my shirt,
grabbed the plunger and ran up.
Upon entering, I saw another beautiful girl in their apartment. Li
nda
and Stephanie lead me straight to the bathroom. All three girls entered wi
th
me and they shut the door behind us.
I looked at the sink and asked, "What's wrong with it? It looks
okay."
"Nothing is wrong with it darling, Stephanie replied. We just sai
d
that to get you up here."
Why? I asked, puzzled.
"Because we are going to do something to you."
"What?"
"We have a job for you to do tonight to pay us back, but we need to
give you a new look before you can do it."
"What kind of new look?"
She smiled evilly. "Don't worry, you'll see when we're finished."
If it's a big change please let me know because I kind of like they
way I look now.
"Well, I guess you could say it is quite a big change. Stephanie
grinned. But sweetheart, we are going to do it to you whether you like
it
or not."
I was taken aback by this, and just looked at them. (The girls were
very feminine, but could be very tough when they wanted.) Then she
started laughing and said, "You see, honey, we need to transform you from
a sixteen-year-old boy into a sexy young lady so you can go with us
tonight!"
Before I could comprehend this, Linda chimed in, "You weren't
very remorseful earlier about taking our things, so you are going to pay us
back, and we're going to have some fun while we're at it."
I glanced over at the girl I hadn t seen before. Stephanie introduced
her. This is Chrissie. She s a hairdresser by day, and dances with u
s at
the club at night. We already told her all about you, and she s really e
ager
to help.
Chrissie looked at me and said, "So you're the little panty snatcher
I've heard so much about. You're really cute. I'm going to have a great
time helping Linda and Stephanie turn you into a beautiful woman." I still
couldn't believe my ears! I thought there must be some kind of mistake or
something.
"Now take off your clothes and get into the tub, Linda
commanded. I felt both extreme terror and great excitement simultaneously.
I was in a trance, and didn't move right away. The girls thought I was
defying them, so they wrestled me down and started pulling off my clothes.
Suddenly, I remembered I was wearing the bra and panties underneath. I
struggled, but they were very strong. They got my sweater and shirt off
and saw the bra. I froze, and they started laughing hysterically. Then th
ey
got my pants down and saw the panties. More laughter followed.
Boy! Linda exclaimed. You re really asking for it! While
Chrissie and Stephanie held me, she quickly unhooked my bra and pulled
down my panties. Stephanie twisted my arm behind my back and she and
the other girls guided me into the tub of running water for a fragrant bubb
le
bath.
Linda glared at me. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
It s up to you, baby.
I whimpered. "Okay, okay. The easy way." I knew they were
serious about this.
As I sat nervously in the tub, the girls selected some of their
toiletries to use on me. While Linda and Stephanie shampooed and
conditioned my shoulder-length blond hair, Chrissie washed my face with a
creamy cleanser and a washcloth. When finished, the girls rinsed my hair
and face with the handshower and let the water drain from the tub. When
all the water was gone, the girls noted that even though I had sparse leg
hair, it still had to be removed.
Can I at least wrap a towel around myself? I asked.
Oh, don t worry, chuckled Linda. We ve all seen penises
before... Just maybe not as small as yours. So I stood up shaking whil
e
Stephanie rubbed Noxzema cream over my legs and shaved them with a
pink razor. Silky-smooth, totally hairless legs resulted. Then she shaved
my underarms as well. It felt very odd having my body shaved like a
woman's. Then Stephanie applied her lady's deodorant to my bare
underarms. It smelled nice, but it burned my shaved armpits.
Chrissie giggled. Hm, you might look like an innocent little virgin
now, but soon we ll make you look like a really hot slut! As the girl
s
laughed, I felt shivers going up and down my spine.
I think we should style and set his hair first, Linda observed,
then dress him so that his hair and make-up won t get messed up.
"What do you mean by hair and makeup?", I asked, concerned.
They all had big grins on their faces, but no one would answer me.
Finally, Stephanie said, "Honey, just relax. You're in for a very
long night. There's nothing you can do about it, so why ask questions?
Just be quiet and do what we tell you, and everything will be a lot easier.
" I
felt quite intimidated, and they all laughed at this.
As they were about to start on me, I pleaded with them. At least
slow down and tell me what you re going to do.
Linda sighed. "Okay, listen. To get even with you for taking our
stuff and to give you a chance to get the money to pay us back, we're going
to take you to where we work tonight so you can fill in for one of the girl
s
who is taking the night off!"
I was shocked. I can t possibly dance in a topless bar as a
woman!
They all laughed. Linda said, "The girl you ll be filling in for is a
cocktail waitress, not a dancer, silly. And with your pretty face, girlish
figure, and high-pitched voice, we'll do the rest. You won't have any
problems."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I don t know
anything about being a cocktail waitress!
All you have to do is bring
drinks from the bar to people s tables and act friendly to get lots of ti
ps.
I m only sixteen, I stammered. You have to be eighteen to dr
ink
or work in a bar in New York.
Stop worrying, the make-up will make you look older, and anyway, we
re
friends with the manager..."
And if he says anything, Chrissie interrupted, I have an old ID
you can use. He won t care.
No more questions, Stephanie said. Let s get started.
Chrissie started to finger my hair. It s going to need a lot
of
work. She toweled it dry, combed it, and cut some areas that were
grown out and shaggy. She then carefully trimmed the rest of it,
and I realized that she had given me a very feminine, layered cut.
I don t want my hair styled like a woman s, I whined. They ju
st
ignored me.
Chrissie then rinsed out the loose hairs with the handshower. I
thought she was finished, but she said, Your hair needs to be set. It
s too
straight. I think you ll look really great in curls.
Chrissie began by blowdrying my hair. As she did this, Linda and
Stephanie started filing and painting my toenails with red nail polish!
I don t need that, I murmured, but no one paid any attention. As t
he
girls continued to work on me, I glanced around the vanity area. Among
the numerous personal care items, I noticed an assortment of curlers
heating on the counter. I had a strange feeling they were for me.
Chrissie divided my dry hair into small sections, sprayed each
section with setting lotion, twisted and wound each section around a
heated pink roller, and secured it in place with a roller clip. I
moaned that I didn't want them to do this, but the girls just laughed at
me. As Linda dried my toenail polish with the blowdryer to save time,
Chrissie continued until my head was covered in pink rollers. A hair
net was then placed over the rollers.
Chrissie said, "We'll get back to your hair later, darling. Now
lets get you dressed." With that, Chrissie opened a large garment bag
that she had brought with her.
I sat there totally astounded as Chrissie removed a red satin
Victorian-style tightlacing corset from her bag! She saw my stunned
expression, and she said, "Yes, it's for you, honey." It had black lace
trim, strong black stringing in back, and black garters attached to the
bottom. (I had dreamed about such garments, but never imagined I would
be made to wear one!) Then she produced black silk stockings with a
line going down the back, a very frilly and very short petticoat, a
little black silk camisole, a bright red bra with black trim and large
cups, and a pair of bright red silk panties with black trim around the
waistband and leg openings. From another compartment, she removed a
pair of shiny patent leather, four-inch spike heels.
Be very careful with these, Chrissie warned. I borrowed
them from my roommate. Stephanie and Linda said you were a size 8.
As I sat there gawking at the things, the girls said, "Come on,
you're familiar with this kind of stuff, lets get going." I pleaded
with them not to make me wear these garments, confiding that I was truly
afraid to be seen dressed as a woman.
To my dismay, my pleas went totally unheeded. The girls were
determined to transform me and carry out the plan. They also reveled in
the humiliation I was feeling at their hands, and reminded me that they
were teaching me a lesson for stealing their clothes. I really had no
choice but to comply with their wishes.
Chrissie held up the red Victorian-style corset as I sat there
watching in disbelief. I noticed that the corset was of very sturdy
construction, made of boned satin with hook closures in front and had
many rows of eyelets in back for the black string lacing (like heavy
shoe lace). "Sit facing the back of the chair so we can get this on
you", Chrissie insisted.
I already have a slim waist! I whimpered.
But this will give outrageous curves! You re going
to wear it. Before I could say more, Chrissie ordered me to inhale, and
began lacing me up tightly in back while Stephanie and Linda laughed and
helped her by crimping my waist with their hands and pulling the corset
eyelets closer together. Then Chrissie pressed her knee into my back to
give her more leverage for pulling the string taught. I caught a glimpse
myself in the mirror and it was an extremely humiliating sight!
It hurts! I groaned. I m going to faint!
Oh, stop being such a baby, Stephanie ordered. It might be a b
it
uncomfortable, but you ll get used to it.
When the girls finally finished lacing me up, the corset was
exceedingly tight. All three girls squealed with delight. It gives you
an
amazing figure! What a great twenty-inch waist!
I whined. It s very constricting and uncomfortable...
Oh, just be quiet, Chrissie said. Not too long ago all women h
ad to
wear corsets. This is our turn to get even.
Next came the silky bra with bright red cups and black lace
trim. Stephanie slid the straps down my arms and clasped it shut in the
back. The large cups looked inappropriate, and Stephanie pinched my
nipples. You really need a training bra.
Don't worry, sweetheart, Chrissie said soothingly. I brought t
hese
to fill you out. She took two large silicon falsies from her bag. She
inserted them into the cups and the next thing I knew, I was a jiggly
34-D. I was so embarrassed.
I can t wear a bra and have breasts like a woman, The girls pai
d no
attention.
Moreover, to add to my troubles, I felt a powerful erection coming
on. Just before the feeling overwhelmed me, Stephanie noticed. You r
e
little clit is getting stiff. They all laughed hysterically.
If that thing doesn t go down, Linda warned, I m going to s
nip it
off. The humilation I felt forced the erection back down a bit.
However, the excitement continued to build as the next item was
the matching pair of bright red silk panties with black lace trim around
the waistband and leg openings. Stephanie held them out and giggled.
You re little girlie ass is gonna look great in these. I stepped i
nto
them. As she pulled them up my legs, I noticed they had a generous
cotton-lined crotch, the kind that really turns me on. They fit
perfectly, giving me a most feminine, silky, shapely pelvis and behind.
My erection had quickly sprung back, and the girls joked that it was
okay as long as it stayed in my panties where it belonged.
Next, they unrolled the delicate, long, black silk stockings up my
sexy, smooth legs, securely fastening the corset's four garters to the
stocking tops. Looking down, I couldn't believe it was really my own
body I was seeing! Then they pulled the short, silky, black lace petticoat
up
my stocking-clad legs to my waist. It s many layers of lacy ruffles poof
ed
out all around my hips. I felt incredible sensations as the fluffy garment
made the most feminine, swishy noises! It was light and very full and
frilly! I wondered why it was so short, though, as it came down about even
with the crotch of my panties.
Then the little black silk camisole was held out so I could put my
head and arms through the lace trimmed V-neck and shoulders. The
camisole will keep the top of your dress smooth and prevent your bra
straps from showing, Linda stated.
The pair of shiny leather, four-inch spike heels followed. I
gently slipped into them. They fit my small feet well, and were the
crowning touch to my extremely feminized legs. The girls had me take
some practice walks for them, but I didn't have much trouble as I had
worn the girls' high heels on many previous occasions.
My attention was turned to what was on the hanger in the garment
bag. To top everything off, Chrissie produced a short black satin dress
with white lace trim and a little sheer white apron. How do you like
it? they asked, but I was speechless. The thought of parading around
in a bar wearing a very short, black satin maid's outfit was incredible!
This is what all the cocktail waitresses must wear at the
club, Chrissie proclaimed. That means you have to wear one, too.
In a
daze, I held my arms up and they slid the satiny garment down over my
head and guided my arms through the sleeve openings. It had an extremely
feminine cut, white lace trim around all the edges, short-sleeves, a sexy
plunging neckline, a very tight waist, and a flared-out bottom that my fluf
fy
petticoat puffed out just marvelously, highly accentuating my waist, hip an
d
butt areas. As Linda zipped me up in back and tied the apron ribbon into a
large, dainty bow, I just could not believe the sensations I was feeling!
It
was electrifying! The maid s outfit covered the lingerie I was wearing,
blending together all of the adjustements that the girls had made to my bod
y.
Now, I had the figure of a sexy, curvaceous woman. The girls were
laughing very hard, and I just stood there in a deep, wonderful trance.
When I came back down to earth however, I again began to worry
about actually going through with their plan. For one thing, my dress was
so short it only came down to about one inch below my crotch and was
about even with my stocking tops and garters. If I made the slightest bend
or wrong movement, or just even walked too fast, my panties, garters, and
ruffles of my petticoat would be exposed for everyone to see!
Isn t my outfit a little too short? I asked.
Linda turned me around, looking me over. The manager has a real
interest in seeing his waitresses wearing these ultra-mini dresses.
Stephanie chimed in. It let s his customers get a good peep at
panties and stockings and petticoats. I imagine he enjoys it, too.
They knew this particular dress would fit just right because I was
exactly the same size as Chrissie's roommate.
Linda giggled and added, The manager encourages his barmaids to bend
over a lot to keep the customers happy.
I can t do this! I cried. I can t have a bunch of guys che
cking me
out dressed like this!
I continued appealing that I couldn't go out in this outfit, but
Stephanie chided me saying, "It serves you right. The barmaids have to
dress like this and work hard every night to earn a living, and if they
can do it, then so can you."
"That's right, sweetheart, agreed Linda. You thought it
was fun to dress up in women's clothes at home and play with yourself, but
now you'll see what women really go through."
You re really going to learn your lesson, Chrissie said
mischeviously.
No more complaining, Stephanie told me. It's getting late
and
it's time to do your make-up and let out your hair. With that, I had
nothing further to say. The girls sat me down and began the final steps
of turning me into a gorgeous female.
My attention was turned to the array of cosmetics that Linda and
Stephanie had on the counter. Chrissie said that my eyebrows should be
shaped and then darkened in with eyebrow pencil. To my discomfort, she
began plucking my eyebrows with tweezers while telling me to be still.
In the meantime, Linda and Stephanie applied long red artificial
fingernails to my small hands, something that I hadn't tried myself,
but which looked quite striking.
I had no facial hair yet, and required no shaving. I also had a
very smooth complexion, but the girls applied a creamy foundation all
over my face using a damp facial sponge, to further even out my skin and
give me a nice base.
Next, Chrissie colored my soft, curvy eyebrows with black eyebrow
pencil. My eyebrows looked very womanly. Then Chrissie held the back
of my neck with her hand and had me look up at her. You have really
big, beautiful eyes, she said, to my dismay. You should show them of
f.
She picked up a black eyeliner pencil and began using it on the rims of
my eyelids. She was pressing rather hard, lining my eyelids with black
lines. I flinched. Hold still, sissy, she ordered. My huge eyes
were soon encircled in the sexy black liner. Next, Chrissie mixed
shades of rose and pink eye shadow together. I was told to close my
eyes, and she applied the shadow liberally to my lids and brow bone
using a sponge-tipped eye applicator. The shadow further complimented
my dazzling eyes.
Stephanie looked at me for a second, then said, I have some fake
eyelashes that would look great on him. She found them, then glued them
in place over my own eyelashes. She brushed on some mascara to blend in
and further thicken the lashes. Big, feathery, dark eyelashes resulted.
Next, they turned their attention to my big round lips. I want
to do them, Linda giggled. She picked up a red lip pencil, held chin
with one hand, and with the other she carefully outlined my lips with
the pencil to define and color the boarders. Then she took a tube of
bright red lipstick and generously filled in my outlined lips with the
rich red cosmetic. To even further accentuate my lips, she painted
gloss over my lipstick using a lip brush, giving my lips a bright,
glossy shine. When she was finished, I turned to look at myself in the
vanity. To match my huge, sexy eyes, I had the biggest, reddest,
shiniest lips I had ever seen on anyone! Even the girls were amazed at
my features.
Then, to add a soft glow to my complexion, they swept some reddish
blush over my cheekbones and lightly brushed it on my forehead, nose,
and chin using a gentle blusher brush. They lightly patted powder all
over my face with a soft puff, to help lock-in my makeup. The girls
were extremely pleased with my makeover, and they couldn't believe how
beautiful I looked.
They turned back to my hair, since it was time to release it from
the curlers. The girls began by applying heat with the blowdryer to be
certain my hair was completely dry. As they removed the curlers,
Chrissie teased the roots of the curls with a comb. Then she scrunched
and fluffed my hair vigorously with her fingers for a more wild,
carefree look. She made a few more adjustments using a round brush and
then doused me liberally with hairspray. The next thing I knew was that
I had a sexy feminine mane of cascading curls and curlets! My hair and
makeup were totally extravagant, I must admit!
Oh, look! Stephanie laughed. Both of his ears are pierced
!
Although I was too shy to wear an earring in public, I had a real passion
for them and had secretly pierced both my ears myself. (If people
noticed that they were both pierced, I would use an excuse that I had
mistakenly done the right ear first and later found out that meant one was
gay, so then I did the left because that was the correct one for me.)
I felt a shiver as Stephanie inserted the post of one, and then the
other, of a pair of beautiful, long silver drop earrings through the holes.
You d better not lose these, she warned. Some rings and bracelets
followed. She spritzed me with some fragrant perfume, on my wrists and
behind each ear, and a few finishing improvements were made to my hair
and makeup. As a final touch, to match the rest of the costume, Stephanie
fastened a wide, black satin ribbon around my neck, fastened in the front
with an exquisite, Victorian-style cameo.
Finally, the girls were satisfied with their work. They were
ecstatic.
You re truly beautiful, Linda breathed with admiration.
You should have been born a girl, added Chrissie.
They had me stand up and Stephanie lead me by the arm as I delicately
swished over to the full-length mirror in my puffed-out micro-dress and
four-inch heels. I had caught some enchanting glimpses of myself in the
vanity mirror as I was being made up, but now I was absolutely
astonished. I clearly saw myself in the mirror to be a STUNNING BLONDE!!!
My mind was racing too fast for me to think. I felt lightheaded.
The room began spinning. I became quite dizzy, and my knees started to
buckle. The girls told me to stop faking as they grabbed me under the
shoulders and supported me. (Believe me, I almost passed-out cold.)
I shook myself out of it and stood mesmerized in front of the mirror.
I still couldn't believe my own eyes! I was a ten + ! And my
hair, makeup, shapely stocking-clad legs, short, sexy outfit,
everything! It was all perfect!
When I regained my composure, the girls made me prance around with
one hand on my hip and the other held out as if I was carrying the tray
I would use that evening. Thanks to the fantastic curves that my corset
gave me, and the teetering height of my four-inch heels, I walked with
an unmistakeably feminine wiggle. My frilly petticoat and skirt
billowed with every movement, contributing to my dainty, swishing step.
Beneath the dress, my legs stretched on forever, shimmering beautifully
in the luxurious black stockings. The heels pulled my legs into
enviably shapely lines, and every inch tingled with the electric
sensation of silk tight upon my skin.
My gaze wandered back up. Even though the neckline of my dress did
not plunge deep enough to reveal the truth, my chest swelled with large,
luscious breasts, round, full and heavy. My gorgeous bust heaved lightly
with each step, and I had to fight to remember that it was not real.
Finally, I looked myself in the face, but could not find myself in my
reflection. Instead, I was confronted by a charming young lady with
big, beautiful eyes, glowing cheeks, and a full, red lips. All around
my face fell a glorious halo of blonde curls.
The girls all laughed and laughed, and I felt so embarrassed (but a
part of me loved every minute of it).
Chrissie was concerned about a slight problem arising. You know,
I doubt anyone will notice, but if his dress and petticoat come up in
the front at all, his little peeny might be noticeable. She turned to
Stephanie and Linda. Do you guys have any large bandages? I once saw
a female impersonator make do with one.
There were no large bandages, but they did find a roll of strong
medical adhesive tape. There was a box of scented panty shields on the
counter and Chrissie unwrapped one. I wondered what this was all about.
TO BE CONTINUED
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