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WoMen in red - english version

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Julian is caught by 4 women in his penchant for women's clothing and forced to become a Dolly.
In the second part, Julian's wife gambles Julian's self-determination, both of them get into slave service.
In the third part Julian takes on his role as a woman, experiences erotic adventures, but also finds an explanation for his passion.

Part 1:
I am male, my name is Julian, live in Berlin Germany, I am 44 years old, 178 tall, weigh 70 kg, happily married, and keep the little secret that I like to slip into women's clothes.

Last May, the first warm days, Friday evening, I worked longer because my wife went to her mother in Cottbus and does not come back until tomorrow evening. I'm going home. At KaDeWe, I want to buy Eric Clapton's new CD shortly before the end of loading. At the end of the 2nd floor escalator, I see, reduced in the special offer, a dream of red silk clothes. I am magically attracted. I catch my breath, at 70 € it is very cheap, but how many times have I bought women's clothes and then they didn't fit. Since it is close to closing time and the sales clerks are already in the evening, I take a size 42 dress from the stand, as inconspicuously as possible with tingling in the belly, I head for the changing rooms in the back left of the stairwell.

I can go unnoticed in the last cabin. Quickly out of your pants, sweater and shirt. Then I open the back zipper of the dress and shiver in the dress. The cool silk swirls around my legs, then I pull on the right long, bulging sleeve and the dress slides up over my bare body. It takes a little while until I have my left arm in my sleeve. The silk dress extends to the middle of the calves so that the lining material rustles on the legs.

It's a bit tight in the hip area, but I particularly like that when I feel something tight. Then comes the exciting moment when the zipper is closed. With a little contortion I find the zipper and can push it up in the back, reaching over my neck, I can pull the rest up with the other hand. Done! Plucking around a bit, without breasts it is not yet a big hit, but I am thrilled, perfect. The silk with the lining is beguiling, and rotating slightly in front of the mirror, it swings around the unfortunately still bare legs.

What will it be like when I calmly go home, my wife is with her mother, me with nylons and underwear, my breasts, turn in front of the mirror? My little friend is already very excited! Now quickly get out of your dress and pay.

With a jerk the curtain is pulled aside and two saleswoman are furiously standing in front of me. I'm panicking, red pear, what should I do? In the blink of an eye one of the sales assistants picks up my pants and the other things from the hook. She says: "What kind of customer do we have here? There are still a few things missing! What do the tennis socks look like in such an elegant dress?" With one foot she kicks my sneakers out of the cabin. "Wait here, we'll be right back." The curtain closes again.

I have no breath, what should I do? I am half naked in the cabin, the sales assistants have my things, the papers, the money, the keys, the cell phone. I sit down first and hope the nightmare is over. But nothing happens at all. How much longer should I wait? I blink through the curtain, few customers are still in the shop, nothing can be seen from the salespeople and my clothes. I sit like on coals for 10 minutes, hardly dare to move, should I take off my dress? Yes is better, but then naked through women's clothing and then into the subway?

There they are again, they open the cabin, but please don't go that far, the other customers are already looking and have a lot of clothing with them. The smaller, short blonde hair, gray pants suit says: "Put these things on so that you can come with us at all, or would you rather go home alone as you are now?"

She hands me the stack of underwear, nylons, a pair of red thong sandals fall to the floor. I access automatically, speechless.

Grinning, she says: "Well, I knew it! That you are one of the men who find the male ugly, just as we lesbians disgust us in front of the guys. Jacky help the poor sausage to get dressed, I'll take care of the rest. "

With these words, she pushes the brunette colleague, who looks great to me, into the cabin and pulls the curtain from the outside.

I want to say something like: please let me go and start stammering around. I get a quick slap in the face and all resistance dissolves.

"Socks off and then the tights on!" Jacky holds out a pair of pink tights for me, I sit on the stool and take off my tennis socks, Jacky pulls up my stockings, kneels in front of me and pushes my foot into the perlon, I am like a foggy second foot. I stand up like a puppet. Together with the dress, she pulls up the tights. Something bulges clearly in my underpants and shows that this care is not unpleasant. The dress slides down crackling on the stumps. Jacky says only smugly: "That you men always have to adorn yourself. Now in your shoes, there were no bigger than 43!"

The toes are a little tight, but the strap makes it easy to adjust. The heel is not very high, but I'm pretty shaky on it. Jacky opens the zipper in the back and pushes the dress off my shoulders, the tights pulled up again, everything is now in the crotch. From behind she holds out a longline bra, I hesitate for a moment when she grabs my arm and puts it through the strap. Jacky is almost as tall as I am, there can be no question of weak sex!

The other arm almost goes by itself. It has to pull well to bring the ticks together. "Pull in your stomach, you fat belly!" Now it works, and slowly it gets narrower towards the chest. The fat rolls spill out a bit below. "We'll have to change that soon, but we don't have time now, the house will close soon and then we have to get out of here!"

It disappears for a moment and I look in the mirror, puzzled. I make a pitiful figure like this: half dressed, shaky on the heels, the dress hangs from the waist, the red bra with its empty pointed cups. I don't care now, the main thing is to get out of this damn locker room again!

There is Jacky again, with tissue paper from the shoe department: "There was nothing better on the fast, that has to be enough!" She stuffs the cups with it, the paper does not scratch my nipples unpleasantly. She stuffs the bra really tight. "Otherwise you'll fall out of it!"

Dress up in the sleeves and zipper in the back. My look down shows me: Jacky understands her craft, there is even a hint of waist, fortunately the silk dress closes with a cuff on the neck, so that no paper can look out of the cleavage. Jacky closes this cuff with a tick. My Adam's apple can hardly decide whether it should stay under or over the cuff. Now the cuffs on the sleeves.

"Except for the head, you already look quite passable, hopefully Ricky will come soon!" Jacky is nervous too.

Ricky approaches with a happy whistle. She tears open the cabin: "Well my darling, it looks pretty neat here!" She hands Jacky a brunette, half-length wig and a red wool cape "Come on, we have to get out."

Jacky puts the whistle on my head from the front, Ricky takes off my glasses. I am a little short-sighted.

Ricky puts on my cape, which falls loosely up to my waist, presses me on the stool and ties my forearms behind my back at lightning speed with cable ties. "So that you don't make us bitch! It's better for you, we'll drive you out to wear women's clothes voluntarily!"

I'm getting smaller. Jacky opens her purse and paints my mouth with lipstick. A stroke of the eye, "Now let's go". The two pull me up.

In the mirror the slightly foggy image of an elegant dark-haired woman in a red super outfit appears. Next to me, Jacky, in a pastel-colored costume that looks almost like me. Then Ricky rumbles off. "You look like sisters!"

They hook me under, my arms are fixed on my back, and it goes down the stairwell to the staff exit. The two put their cards in the time recording, did the Security Man grin? I can't say it exactly with my blurry look.

On the street outside, Ricky says: "It's only two blocks to our apartment, you can walk there." They let go of me carefully and I start getting used to the shoes. Evenly the dress and the cape swing back and forth, with the heels I am forced to wiggle my hips. Are everyone staring at me? I can't say that without glasses, maybe better that way. Ricky from behind: "He's already running like a hooker!" Jacky: "Leave it, he still needs a little time."
What are the two of them up to? I feel very queasy. In the shop windows, the image of three women is reflected. We turn the corner, Ricky says: "We are already there, we tell Ellen and Nena, we have our skating evening anyway." She unlocks the front door and pushes me into the hallway. "Get up with you, 3rd floor!"

I go ahead, the two are whispering behind me, I have the feeling that they are trying to see as much of my legs as possible under my dress. "Not such a bad chassis," says Ricky. She rings on the second floor and we wait at the door. A huge, slim girl, she is definitely a head taller than me, with long dark hair opens. Ricky: "Hy Ellen, come up to skate with us afterwards, we have something else to play," she looks at me, and I notice the blush shooting into my face, "she's still a little shy . "

Ellen just grins and says: "Nena is still downstairs in her barber shop, but she has no customers and will be ready in a moment, so see you soon."

We climb the last flight of stairs and Ricky unlocks the apartment door. A comfortably furnished apartment welcomes us. Jacky takes the cape from me and pushes me into the first armchair. I sit rather uncomfortably with my arms behind my back. Ricky rummages in a closet and creates a leather collar with a leash and locks. She puts on my collar, the lock snaps shut and the leash pulls her through the back of the armchair. With a pair of pliers she snaps the cable ties through, I can sit down properly. The dress lies in folds over my legs and caresses me with every little movement. The line is long enough, so I get up again and arrange the dress so as not to wrinkle it.

"But you do that very skillfully," says Jacky. "How long have you been doing this with the women's clothes? Tell me!" Ricky brings a red wine bottle and three glasses, a sip is a blessing. So I start to tell:

"As long as I can remember, women have fascinated me in their clothes, especially in the old Hollywood strips, Ginger Rogers, Greta Garbo and so on, with their great wardrobes. At Snow White, I always imagined that I would be in the white dress Lying helplessly in the glass coffin My mother sometimes dressed in elegant clothes for parties and the rustling always made me totally nervous. When I got to know my wife, it died down, we were busy with the home and at work, but unfortunately my wife cannot suffer from skirts and dresses at all.

I believe that with the time when sex was no longer the most important thing for me, the old passion began to rekindle in me. At flea markets and special offers, I bought a part here and there. When my wife is with her mother, I put on the clothes and enjoy the feeling of the clothes on my skin and being a Grand Madame.
I keep reading stories about crossdressers and trannies. It excites me to be in women's clothing or to think about it.
I am the second son and should be a girl, maybe that also matters. For my wife, her name is Franka, it is the other way round, she is the second girl in the family, did not become the expected son, so maybe her dislike of clothes. I wish she would wear nice clothes, then maybe I wouldn't have such a strong desire to do it myself. "

Finally it was out I had never spoken so openly about this topic before, it felt really good, but here in the situation everything didn't matter anyway.

"Can't you let me go, I don't want anyone to know, what does that bring you to hold me?"

Ricky: "Let that be our problem, such flabby men have to see where to go. The guys are just moaning, I like that most about you wimps! Here I do what I want and don't argue, right ' s Jacky? "

"Yes," came Jacky with a humble look.
I probably had no change to get out of here safely. The doorbell rings and with a big hello Ellen and Nena are greeted. "You have a surprise, said Ellen, what is that supposed to be?" Asks Nena, a small fat woman with short hair.

Ricky pulls me up on the collar and leads me around like a mare at the cattle market: "This is our newest toy, we should call it Dolly, it fits!" Says Ricky.

Nena is amazed: "That's a guy, where did you pick him up?"
And Jacky tells the story from the start. There is a lot of laughter in some places, but I'm getting smaller. Ellen reaches between my legs and says: "Everything is actually there." She lifts my dress up at the front and starts to laugh: "He's still wearing firewood underpants, don't you think he smells a bit strong! We should maybe take care of Dolly first!"

The others are immediately enthusiastic and start fiddling with my clothes. The dress falls, I in underwear, the paper spills out of the bra. Great laughter again, Nena pinches my bacon roll, "That looks disgusting, don't you have a corset, Jacky? You can't let it out on the street!"

I'm getting hot, what are they up to? I'm already standing naked, Ricky throws my underpants into the trash with two fingers.

"First go to the bathroom with him!" Nena pulls my wig down and pushes me into the bathtub, first cold water over my manhood, which immediately shrinks.

Nena puts on rubber gloves and starts to apply cream to my balls and eggs. With the same cream, she carefully rubs my chin and upper lip. "Hold still now, or you'll hurt yourself!" She spreads the rest of the tube on my legs and chest. Something starts to burn on the skin. "Just a moment, let's move on!"

Nena reaches into my pubic hair with the glove and to my horror she has a whole bunch of it in her hand. So that was hair remover. How am I supposed to explain this to my wife?

Now Nena washes me off with the shower and all my hair disappears into the drain. Now the plug in the bathtub and warm water runs in, bath oil.

Nena: "Now relax, my princess." The other women are grinning in the door, how embarrassing it all is, the collar is closed at the tap.

Ricky: "Let's get the tickets and toast to the evening. We can play for Dolly, the winner of every round, can do whatever she wants with her. The winner of the game will get her for the whole night!" Everyone is excited, only I lie in the tub and, on a short leash, can't do anything. I run my hand between my legs, an unfamiliar bare feeling, so without hair, even on the legs the touch seems more intense. My chin has never been so smooth!

The girls get me out of the tub, rub me off with terry towels and start to apply body lotion "Gabriela Sabatini", I start to smell. Being creamed by four women is every man's dream, but I'm not comfortable with it.

Ricky puts the leash on a cabinet post, and so they sit down at the game table. "18, 20, pass." Without paying attention to me, the round of skat goes around. I feel pretty stupid. Jacky creams one stitch at a time and wins.

Jacky: "I want Dolly to put on my strong corset so that her figure looks like something!" She pulls a black, long, lace and silk part out of the bedroom, with a bra part attached, garter straps dangling from it. All the women are around me when Jacky holds the part out to me and asks me to get in. She pulls it up up to the armpits and the laces begin to pull in. It is slowly becoming uncomfortably tight, the chest is lifted up, the waist is getting narrower, breathing is harder, Ricky fires Jacky to pull it even closer, but then it is finally over the four comment on my figure: "We have to put something into the cups!" says Ricky. Nena: "We take balloons filled with water, they are just as heavy as real boobs", and she rushes off and brings one Bag of balloons. In the first one, she lets too much water. It doesn't fit in the basket, but then she filled two, and they fill everything well without falling out. The ballast pulls heavily on the straps. Jacky brings Nylons, very delicate in black with seam, an incredible feeling on the hairless legs. Eight hands pluck the seams beguilingly. Jacky: "Try my black pumps. I have 43 1/2." The heel is definitely 7 cm high, but I am better off than in the red shoes. All of Jacky's things seem to fit me well.
Ellen: "Go on playing! I want to win now, I already know what I'm going to do with him!" But Ricky wins. "I can't stand the sight of this dangle in front of Dolly, I want to try to tame this thing with leucoplast!"

Oh my goodness! "Get down on your back! Legs wide!" she orders. The four women are already forcing me to the ground and keeping my legs apart. Ricky sticks a long strip over the hairless belly directly over my cock and pulls the rest over my buttocks to the right, then another to the left, the eggs protrude from the sides. Ricky: "How fat labia it looks here! Give me a lipstick, I'll paint it on now."

I could sink into the ground in shame, everyone grinning above me as Ricky paints my hairless testicles. Ricky: "I want to see how he can pee, let her drink a bottle of rare on ex!"

I have no choice, the lot of water no longer seems to fit in me and the corset. I feel miserable.

In the next game Nena wins: "As a hairdresser I will conjure up a cute doll for you. You stick on red fingernails, I straighten the wig and the make-up."

Pushed into the armchair, Jacky and Ellen work my hands. Nena wears make-up, eyeshadow, false eyelashes, lipstick and coats the brunette, half-length, curly wig. The skin is tight, with the long nails you can no longer really grasp, the eyelids feel heavy when they are done with me.
The next game wins Ellen: "Finally it's my turn. Come here, my little doggie! Get on your knees with me! I want to stroke you." Leashed, I crawl to her chair on all fours. She pats my buttocks at night and makes me snap for pretzel sticks. She puts down a deep saucer of red wine for me to sip. Ellen: "Such a clever tongue for a strap-on bitch! I get very wet in the crotch. Lick me dry again!"

Under the hooters of the girls, she takes off her panties, flips up her pleated skirt and shows me her shame. Nena pushes me from behind and I lick her clit under her skirt. Ellen is getting wilder and her juice pours during orgasm. My arousal is severely hampered by the tape, but I almost feel like I need to burst. Ellen lets go of me, my blister is bursting. I ask in a subtle manner: "I have to!"

Ricky shouts: "Dolly has to pippi! Squat down on the edge of the tub so that we can all see how Dolly pee!" The girls take off my pumps and I have to squat on the edge of the tub. Ellen and Jacky hold me tight, otherwise I would crash. They reward the first drops with applause. The urine runs down my buttocks pretty uncontrollably and splashes into the bathtub. "Our Dolly can't even pee properly!" Ricky complains. The women dry me with toilet paper and put me back in the pumps. How do they want to humiliate me, their imagination knows no limits.

In the next game Jacky wins again. I'm starting to like her. It doesn't seem that hard. Jacky: "I don't want her to walk around naked here, I'm going to get my cutest things for our toy."

She gets a black silk skirt with tulle over it, a petticoat and a white silk blouse with puff sleeves. First in the blouse, buttoned up, then she holds the petticoat out to me, I get in. It reaches me just above the knee. She throws the silk skirt over my head. I smell her perfume and become very weak. She pulls the skirt up to the waist, closes the zipper and a wide patent belt, tugs a little and everyone murmurs enthusiasm. Nena: "I think Dolly looks great, for a guy she has really great legs and you can't see through the petticoat that she has no hips, the puff sleeves cover the shoulders that are too wide! Jacky, you made the best choice, only some jewelry is missing and we can go anywhere with her. "

I cannot say whether I should be happy about the compliments on my appearance. Nena takes the earhole- machine from her shop, my resistance is nullified by the female superior. I start to cry, in pain and shame, long rhinestone pendants dangling from my earlobes. Jacky tries to comfort me and gives me a glass of wine. "All women have been through this, it is good that you feel what it is like to be in uncomfortable clothes, and everyone is staring at you."
Ricky intervenes: "Go, last game I want it for me. The bitch will be fine again. I'm going to the final fight anyway!"

Ricky really wins, I don't suspect anything good. Ricky: "Let's see if she's still a virgin? Where's your slit, Dolly? I'll have a look at the back of your house! Jacky get our vibrator and Vaseline, I think Dolly is frigid and very dry!"

The girls pull my stomach across the kitchen table, Ellen is almost on top of me, Jacky and Nena pull my legs apart, I can no longer move. They push up petticoat with skirt and expose my buttocks. I hear the hum and Ricky pushes the dildo into me. My excitement is unbearable, but the tape keeps the stiff tail back.

She works my hole intensively. When Jacky starts to stroke my stockinged legs, it comes to me and the juice runs down the buttocks, but Jacky and Nena immediately lick everything up. Ricky: "It's all right, lick everything up. Our Dolly can now say thank you, now that she doesn't have to be an old spinster! You had fun, as you can see!"

When I stand again, Nena and Jacky arrange my clothes. Ricky holds the vibrator in front of me. I say in a small voice: "Thanks Ricky."

Ricky: "So now we all go to the pub, I want to celebrate my victory!" Then she smooches me, shoves her tongue into my mouth and fumbles on my chest, buttocks and snaps my suspenders. I'm getting dizzy again, so that's how it is as a woman!

We go into the hallway. I: [email protected] begs: "Do I really have to? Can I at least have my glasses back?" Nena: "You don't like men's glasses with your sweet mouse, but in the shop we have a whole drawer full of glasses that customers have forgotten."

No sooner said than done, everyone in the barber shop again. After some trying, I can see clearly through glasses, narrow glasses decorated with rhinestones. Now I can see myself clearly in the mirror. A somewhat rigged-up brunette with half-length curly hair, a protruding, almost too short skirt, under which the petticoat looks funny. A reasonable waist, under the blouse the corset bulges a neat breast. Well-formed knees, the stocking seam in the middle, over nice calves, I'm a little unsportsmanlike, the shoes are not yet overly high. Only when you look closely can you see that a man is standing here. I turn aside to be able to look at myself better. Then Ricky pulls on the collar with the leash: "I think he thinks it's great, but we don't want that!"

It is now 11:00 p.m. Luckily the street is empty, the five of us run around the block, I am pushed ahead like a dog on a leash, under the jokes of the lesbians. A short time later we are in front of the "Blaustrumpf" gay and lesbian pub. Open the door and I'm pushed in, we all sit down at a round table. None of the other guests gap. "A round of prosecco for us," Ricky orders. Apparently it is nothing special here when lesbians lead their slaves on their collars.

The landlady, a fat matron, brings a tray of Prosecco and asks: "Well, Ricky, another one?" Ricky: "But a special one! A perverse crossdresser fell into my hands! Los Dolly, get up and let yourself be examined!" I get up and the fat one lifts up the skirt and petticoat, reaches between my legs and runs over the taped front part, pats my ass and pinches my breasts with the water balloons. "Very daring without panties! Good work, but what's wrong with the tits, they ripple properly! I still have silicone tits from the gay fagot who couldn't pay!" She brings the dummies, the girls open the blouse, take out the balloons and stuff the breasts into the bodice. Now some guests are curious, and a two-meter man in leather and a cap comes over: "Hey, the little one is exactly my collar size, will you let me have it for the next dance?" he asks Ricky.
Ricky releases the leash from the collar and pushes me into his arms. "Night in white satin" booms out of the boxes. The guy is hugging me, he stinks of nicotine, sweat and beer, just disgusting. The girls watch everything with a big grin. He moves like a trample and pushes me to the blues across the dance floor. He starts kissing my neck, his saliva disgusts me. His paws make their way over my bottom, under the petticoat and find my glued acorn. I panic. "I have to!", Tear myself away from him and stumble on the pumps towards the toilet.

Jacky comes right behind. I plead with her: "Please save me from this monster, I will do anything you want, but please not something like that!" I'm close to tears again.

Jacky first helps me pee with the puffy underskirt and wants to work for Ricky for me.
Back at the table, Jacky says: "Let's go, I'm tired and have to sleep." Ricky doesn't feel like it yet, but then hooks the leash into my collar and we go home.

Ellen and Nena say goodbye. In the apartment Ricky says: "Take off Dolly and put on something nice for the night."

We both disappear into the bedroom. Jacky helps me to undress and remove my make-up. Finally freed from the tape! She's attracted to a too short, pink baby doll made of transparent polyester.

Ricky is only sitting in boxers with a beer in front of the TV when we enter the living room. Ricky: "You make me really horny the way you look". She pulls off her shorts and pushes me backwards into bed, falling on me, she grabs my cock, which is about to become hard, and rubs her clit like a fever on my stiff. She pushes her breast into my mouth, when I suck on her nipple she rears up under her orgasm.

"So you can also have fun with a tail. Now lick our good Jacky!"

Ricky pushes me into Jacky's lap and ties a double-sided dildo. I crouch in front of Jacky and Ricky bangs me from behind, gripping and massaging my member through the polyester shirt. Jacky starts to moan as I lick her hole. When Jacky comes, I miss one too.

Ricky to me: "Well, you go well together. Soiled your nightgown, you piglet! Now Dolly has to sleep naked! Unfortunately we only have a sleeping bag for you and a mattress, but you will definitely sleep well!"

Jacky fetches a white sack made of heavy satin, with several zippers and very long sleeves on it. I hesitate, but they force me into my sleeves and sack. At the back they close the zipper, the sack can be closed with a strap at the neck, at knee height they pull the sack together with a band. They tie the sleeves on the back like a straitjacket.

Ricky: "Otherwise you still play around with you at night, and so that we don't disturb you, you get another sleeping hood!"

Jacky stuffs Ohropax in my ears and I can no longer hear anything. They pull a black cap over my head, only my mouth and nose remain free, everything black around me. I am put on the mattress, a leash hooked on the neck.

Completely helpless, like a caterpillar in a cocoon, I lie there and start moaning when they put another gag in my mouth!

I don't know if I've slept, sleep or dream. Deprived of hearing and seeing, I lose track of time. Suddenly I notice a creature snuggles up to me like a cat. I lie motionless on my back. It caresses me through the satin sack. Every touch is only intensified by the sense of touch. The hands slide down from the nipples between the legs, where something moves. A zipper is opened and the tail is exposed! The person sits astride me and shoves the hard link into their damp column. Up and down, the movements are getting wilder, I twitch and the person lies down heavily on me. Who could it be?

The person rises from me, puts a cold, metal ring around the base of the tail, behind the testicles, and clicks a fastener.

The gag is removed, the hood is removed and I blink at the mildly smiling Jacky.

She removes the Ohropax and says. "Good morning, sweetie, it is already 11:00 am, you sleep like a marmot. Otherwise I have to sleep in the punishment bag, so I couldn't resist doing what I like. Ricky is already working, I have the day off and breakfast is already ready. So that you don't bitch, you wear a dog control for today, it can be used to trigger an electric shock by radio, and it hurts where you got it particularly! " She waves the small transmitter that hangs around her neck.

Jacky helps me out of the bag, puts on my half-leg panty girdle that pushes my member away, and hides the little black devil's box. "To make it easier for you, we want to go for a stroll today like two good friends and visit Ricky at work. We still have to pick up your things!"

She puts on a waist corset, pulling her stomach so incredibly away, and the air, a bra filled with silicone breasts, transparent tights 15den, red ballerinas with flat heels, what a treat for the feet! Then a red half-length dress that is buttoned at the front from shimmering viscose. She takes a critical look at me, something is not yet right: "Red looks good on you, but something is still missing on your hips!" Jacky puts shoulder pads in my panty girdle, and female forms grow in my buttocks and hips.

We have a leisurely breakfast, not that easy to smear buns with our long fingernails. Jacky says that she used to be straight, but eventually got tired of the selfish, unkempt drinkers and got to know Ricky. She loves Ricky, but she doesn't really like the dominatrix games.

After breakfast she takes me to Nena in the hairdressing salon for makeup and hairstyle. Pearl pins in the ears and a pearl necklace complete everything. In the mirror I see a person who is absolutely feminine, only remotely like me.

Nena says: "Dolly, don't you think you owe me something?" She sits on a barber chair and pulls up her smock, spreads her legs, no panties. I pleadingly look at Jacky, who just shakes her head and presses the transmitter briefly. Biting pain grips my abdomen, my senses almost disappear, helpless on the little radio, I kneel down and do my duty.

Jacky and I step onto the street, strolling along the shops. No woman pays special attention to me, only a few men look at me with a smile, as if they wanted to **** me on the spot.

We go to the KaDeWe, go to the 2nd floor, women's clothing. Jacky heads for the festive clothing department. "Try the long chiffon dress here!" where she shows me the transmitter. So off to the changing rooms where it all started. Jacky helps me, my colleagues wink at her, do they all know? How embarrassing!

I have to show myself to the shop assistants, everyone has nothing but praise for my looks, each comes with a different dress to try. It is a dream to be able to try all these wonderful dresses. Only the torture machine on the body and being examined like a mannequin spoil my enjoyment! Adorable lots of dresses, with sequins, beaded, tight, wide, long and short, I have to try, and my concern grows, I can't turn into a man in time to greet my wife.

"We have to go get Ricky your things now!" Jacky breaks off the fashion show. Finally - hope glimmers in me.

When we find Ricky, she greets us effusively: "There you two are, Julian your cell phone rings all the time, it is your wife, she sent a text message that she was in Berlin around 3pm. It would be nice if you called her and we'll all meet at Alberto Pizzeria! "

Panic! No! It does not work!

Ricky holds out my cell phone to me: "Go ahead! Tell her something!" Jacky only briefly presses on the transmitter, caustic stinging in the tail, I would also have made an appointment with the Pope.

I dial Franka's cell phone number, tell her something about the dead battery, but I'm in town now, big surprise, I'm so looking forward to you, no it's all right with me, finally she says yes at 3 p.m. Alberto Pizzeria.

So nothing, Franka will learn the truth, how will she react?

Shortly before 3pm the three of us are in the restaurant, just around the corner from KaDeWe, it is not very crowded and we find a table with a view of the front door. " A Coke please!" My tongue is totally dry, what will Franka say? The waiters look normal, I am not recognized as a man.

Franka enters the entrance and I flinch involuntarily when her searching look hits me but she doesn't recognize me. "Is she?" Asks Jacky. I just nod, Ricky goes to her, exchanges a few words, then both come to our table. Franka stares at me in disbelief and first orders a double grappa and pizza for everyone!

Ricky and Jacky tell the whole story while eating, emphasizing that they only did it to drive out these jokes, like shock therapy. I apologize to Franka, she just looks grim and I wish I wouldn't have to sit here in front of her in that red dress.

Franka thanks the two for what they did for me! I almost sink into the ground. Jacky explains Franka how to use the Dog-Control and asks her to bring her clothes to KaDeWe, which my wife also promises. Ricky gives me a bag with my things. The transmitter in hand, Franka says: "Go home, and thank you very much to both of them."

Jacky and Ricky kiss me goodbye, with Ricky pinching my bottom.

We walk to the car that Franka has parked nearby. My wife holds the passenger door open and says: "Please, lady!"

I try to sit in the car as elegantly as possible without the dress sliding up. There is icy silence on the journey, at home in the apartment. Franka: "You don't look bad in your dress, where did you hide your women's belongings?" I get a bag with tights, underwear and two dresses, there should be a red one from the depths of my wardrobe. Franka throws things on the floor. "What a secret pervert you are! What a pig! "The remote control falls out of your hand. “And where's the box? I want to see him, lie down immediately! "

I lie on my back on our Berber carpet and Franka begins to unbutton the dress from below. She stops at stomach level and pulls the pantyhose with the girdle down to the back of her knees. My cock leaves the tightness, the cushions fall out and Franka laughs at me loudly, opens the rest of the dress and blasphemes about the bodice and the false tits.

When I ask for forgiveness and mercy, she presses the transmitter briefly, my tears come. My wife thinks it won't happen that quickly. She takes off her jeans and panties, massages my cock, the transmitter threateningly in hand. When my cock is up, she sits on me and leads the limb into her wet grotto. "Now you are mine. I'll do what I want with you!" Franka starts a wild ride. We come at the same time and Franka sinks to the side exhausted. We have never had so intense sex.
"You do not do bad clothes, but you never voluntarily put on women's clothes again!" Orders Franka: "Now get out of your clothes, I don't want to see any more of your women's clothes!" Franka frees me from the crotch box. I pack everyone Clothes, wigs, shoes, jewelry and glasses in my pocket, the wrong fingernails are hard work, but after an hour I leave the bathroom as a real man.

The next week is quiet, we no longer talk about my experience, Franka brings the bag to the department store, the rest to the used clothing collection. I hope grass grows over history.

In the evening I lie in bed and the events seem like a dream.

On Friday I ask Franka to create a good mood: "Don't we want to go to the ballet tonight, you like to see it so much?"

Then my wife: "Don't go, Ricky and Jacky invited me to play cards, you should come too, Ellen demands revenge, you know how bad my card game is, but I will do what I can for you!"
I get weak knees and stammer: "I thought I should no longer wear women's clothes!"
Franka replied: "You should voluntarily no longer wear women's clothes!"

Part 2
“Ricky and Ellen showed me the video copy from the department store. If we don't want your neighbors and colleagues to find out about your escapades, we probably have to play along. Since you like to walk around in women's clothes, it won't be that bad, you actually didn't look bad. You survived last weekend. Today I am there and will tell you what to do! You now go to the bathroom, shower and shave! "Orders Franka.
It becomes clear to me that I have rocked it myself and it is not over yet. So I go to the bathroom and let myself have hot water in the tub, make myself comfortable and hope that it doesn't get as bad as last time. Because of the depilatory agent, my beard is just a fluff, the pubic hair and leg hair is not yet available. I stretch out comfortably in the tub when the doorbell rings. Voices in the hallway! The bathroom door is pushed open, Ricky and Ellen are standing in the door.
Ellen: “Our Dolly is lying in the water and dreaming of the prince, but first you have to make do with us. We'll come and get you! Today is our skate evening again, everyone had a lot of fun and Franka would also like to play. Nice that you are already clean, but Jacky told me to give you an enema so that she can tighten your waist even more! Let's turn around so we can get to your butt! "
Franka: "Go ahead, you know what else happens!
I sullenly turn around, they pull my buttocks apart, put a tube in my anus, they pump water into me. It starts to rumble in me, more and more water runs into me. When they pull the hose off, I feel like I'm bursting. I turn around before I can react, pull a tight rubber shirt over my head and put my arms through the arm holes, it is difficult to pull down to the base of my stomach. You covered me with a skin-colored latex bustier that fits snugly around the neck.
Ricky: "So that you can splurge with a lavish cleavage, and now to the toilet with you!" I get out of the tub, hardly sit down when my intestinal contents empty into the toilet bowl, the latex breasts dangle in front of me. When I'm completely empty, Franka takes a shower and hands me a towel. Ellen gets a black rubber bag and asks me to get in. She threads my feet through two holes in the bottom of the sack, pulls it up to my knees, rolls the sack up where it gets tighter. The hands are pulled through holes in the side at the level of the pelvis, and the black tube is rolled up to the neck and tied. I feel like a sausage, my arms are motionless against my body. They put a long blond hair wig on me and put me on black pumps.
"That's enough to bring you to me, look chic in the little black dress!" Says Ellen.

Franka and the two women push me out of the apartment door, with my hands looking out I feel like a penguin, you can't walk better in the tight rubber tube. I waddle down the stairs into the street, luckily our car is right in front of the door, I am pushed onto the back seat. Only the old Miss Lehmann hung out of the window, but she is almost blind anyway. I start to sweat profusely in the rubber and it squeals with every movement. We drive through the city to the house of Ricky and Ellen, Franka stops in front of Nina's hairdressing salon.
"Out with our Dolly! You have an appointment with the hairdresser here. Nena is already waiting with two apprentices to turn you into a real Barbie doll. "
I tiptoe into the shop and am taken straight to the back room, where Nena is waiting with the two female apprentices, seated on a chair, Ricky ties a rope around my stomach and chair, an escape is hopeless.
Nena to the apprentices: “You know what you have to do: manicure, pedicure, make-up and hairstyle, it is worked quickly and not fooling around, do not ask questions, the customer is also not talkative, if you have a problem call me! I take care of the customers at the front. ”
She leaves me alone with the giggling girls. One goes over my fingers to which she sticks pink, long nails, while the other applies make-up and sticks false eyelashes to my lids. Carefully open the ear holes and insert white ear clips. They put blue Contact lenses in my eyes. They also paint my toenails pink, braid a long blonde wig with my own hair, so that I cannot remove the wig on my own. They brush my new hair and as if by chance an apprentice supports himself in my lap with my hand, my power reacts immediately and grows into a small bump, squeezed in the tight rubber dress. Grinning, they draw attention to this. One fetches a razor while the other brushes the bump. The other shaves the cutlets a little, then puts the buzzing razor in my lap, where the vibrations are transmitted vigorously through the rubber. I start writhing in the chair, the girls just grin.
Nena comes in and frees me from the vibrating device. She looks angrily at the girls who blush, but then praises her work. She puts on the glasses from last weekend. I can hardly believe what an hour can do in the hand of such artists, a blonde angel with deep blue eyes looks at me in a mirror from the mirror.
"But now upstairs, the girls are definitely waiting for us!" Nena loosens the rope and helps me out of the chair. Barefooted as I am, I am pushed up the stairs by Ricky and Nena more than I walk. It is dark in Ellen's apartment and only candles illuminate the room. Ellen and Jacky are sitting in the middle of the room, wearing black cloaks, Franka is standing next to Jacky. Ricky brings me to my knees in front of the three.
Ellen speaks in a solemn voice: “You Julian, through your behavior in submitting to every woman, has shown that you are not worthy of being Franka's rightful husband. "Ricky pulls the wedding ring off my finger. "Therefore we decided to give you the chance to prove yourself as a slave of Franka and to return to your side on an equal footing after a successful upbringing. If you don't want to go this way, you will immediately be thrown on the street as you are, no one will miss you. If you now vow to be obedient slave and do everything Franka tells you to do, you should be given this generous chance. Please vow now! "
I feel hot and cold at the same time, what should I do? Is this serious or just a game? The faces of Franka and the others are dead serious, no emotion. I start to stumble that I can not help it, a big misunderstanding, etc. Franka hard to me: "Either you praise it here now or you will find yourself on the street!"
In tears I speak: "I vow to be your slave" Ellen: "You will be her slave! So speak again! "I repeat:" I vow to be your slave! "Ellen:" You will wear this ring to show your devotion! ". She holds out a round creole "In the nose!". No Please not! But Ricky and Nena are already over me and Nena sticks the ring at the tip of my nose through the nasal septum. A hell of a pain, I lie helpless on the floor and cry uncontrollably. Franka strokes my neck and says: “It's not that bad, you'll get used to it, it's not easy for me either. First go to the bathroom, Jacky will help you out of the rubber and give you other things. "
They help me up and Jacky waddles me into the bathroom, where she rolls down the black rubber skin, the latex breasts come out. I step out of the sweaty straitjacket and Jacky takes a shower again. She shows me how to put my long hair up so that it doesn't get wet every time. Dry and apply cream. "From now on you have to take care of your skin so that it stays nice and soft and you always smell good". Naked, with the latex breast, she pushes me into the living room.
The girls admire my hairstyle and make-up, but Ellen: “Has it got any fatter since last time? Jacky you wanted to give Dolly a super waist! ”. Franka nods to me and Jacky puts on a white corset, it is just under the breasts, where it ends with frills. Two of the women tighten the laces and after breathing out deeply, I can hardly breathe.
Ricky to Franka: “A great waist, I think it will be a hand's breadth if you put Dolly on a diet. Now let's start playing cards, Franka. You understand our rules? ”Franka nods and I'm half-naked next to it.
Jacky wins. She wants me to put on stockings and shoes with high heels. Suspenders attach them to the corset and I have to put on white nylons. Jacky got white pumps with 8cm high heels especially for me, size 43. I'm having trouble keeping my balance. The women are just giggling and scoffing at me.
The game goes on, Ricky wins, she wants to take photos with her new digital camera of mine to publish on the internet. I have to put on a pleated white dress with a free back and stand over a running fan. I try to pull the rock up over my bare genitals, but it doesn't always work. "Great as Marilyn Monroe over the subway shaft! It will be fun when the pictures appear on the lesbian site! ”Ricky is happy. I have to take the dress off again. Everything is terribly embarrassing to me, but what can I do?
In the next round Ellen wins: “Well, my little strap dog, I brought your collar and leash back on your knees with you! A real dog also has a tail, turn around! ”. She puts on a collar with a leash and sticks a short feather duster with the handle in my anus! I am led around on a leash and Nena says: "But that's more a ponytail!" Ellen: "No matter if I want to know if our Dolly dog also has a good nose and can recognize its mistress by the smell. Now you smell all the twats, you bark loudly at your mistress, otherwise there is something on the back! "
They blindfold me and everyone is clearing there panties. I have to put my nose tightly in her lap, it is very difficult to recognize a woman by her smell, I can not decide between two women and advise. When I bark on all fours, I get a heavy blow on the bare bottom. All roar. "That was Jacky! keep looking doggy! ”Then I find Franka and everyone cheer:“ As a reward you can lick her! ”Blindfolded they push me into Franka's lap and I lick her grotto until the juice drips out and she orgasms with loud groans gets. When the blindfold falls, I see that they have held Franka in the chair, and my wife no longer volunteers.
Nena wins: "I think Dolly is a Barbie horse with her tail in the back, I want to ride but I don't know where to attach the reins?" But Ricky has an idea. A red ribbon ties her around my cock behind my glans and hands it to Nena as a reins, which I will also take piggyback. On the high heels I sway under the weight, I feel very hot. I have to hold her legs so that she doesn't slide down. With ho ho I have to carry them across the room. Nena determines the direction by pulling my tail in the corresponding direction. The girls push her and there is a lot of yawp until I can't go anymore and I'm about to fall. Nena dismounts and says: “Good horse, what should happen to the ribbon? I like to pack gifts for my life, maybe there is something to tie up there? ”I can't believe it, don't you leave it alone? Nena ties the testicles in two parts with the tape and the penis close to the right leg, every movement of my lust spear is prevented. As I take a few steps, the bondage pulls painfully on my limb!
In the next round Ellen wins again, she has noticed that I have problems with the genital tie: "I don't think Dolly is ladylike enough, our Barbie has yet to learn the triple walk on high heels, tight skirts are good! But the best is tightly constricted up to the knees! ”She takes cling film from the kitchen and wraps me tightly from the hip to the knees, the pony tail is carefully cut out. I have to run several rounds around the table, with the girls slap on my very best or pull on the tail.

Jacky wins the next round. She got the latex bustier. I have to put on a very tight bra, then she fingers a thin tube out from under the bustier. "Now I will show you what you can do with this, through this hose, water can be filled in, and the breasts brought to an ideal size!" With a rubber bellows, she pumps water through the hose and my boobs begin to swell. The bra almost can't hold her anymore when Jacky pushes the plug in. I think cup size D is still too little for these monster things that swing back and forth with every movement. Everyone applauds Jacky for this feat. I feel awkward and stupid.
Now Franka even wins once: "I'm hungry from playing, my slave should prepare sandwiches for everyone in the kitchen! Otherwise I always have to stand in the kitchen, Julchen should see how it is! I have to win a few more games so that I won't be the last, give out the cards! ”
Nena pushes me into the kitchen and shows me where bread, cheese and sausage can be found. The door leaves them open, so everyone can see how I am struggling to prepare 5 mouths with constricted legs on 8cm heels with wiggling tits and long blond hair. It succeeds with great effort. I can no longer hold myself when I bend over and tip over in the kitchen. I can't get up alone anymore. Jacky and Nena help me on the pumps. I could sink into the ground. Half-naked with red ribbons around the tail, unable to stand up alone, I smear a tray with rolls. When I carry it into the living room there is a big cheer. I think women drank too much red wine too!
The game is over, Ellen has won and Franka is a loser. "Now I own Dolly and Franka for this weekend!" Franka is horrified, but cannot do anything. "I want to show myself with my win in the club! What should Dolly put on him? "Jacky replied:" We had traditional costume weeks at KaDeWe, I got some things that nobody wanted to buy. Let's put Dolly on a Dirndl and Franka Krachlederne knee-breeches, then they'll go together! ”Ellen agrees.
Jacky goes to get the things from her apartment. Nena frees me from the tight film and opens the genital tie. Franka is undressed and when she bucks Ricky slaps her face in the face. "You knew the rules, don't act like that!" Franka complies with her fate. For Franka, Jacky brings brown leather knee-breeches and a red and white checked shirt, green vest and thick wool socks. "If you want to be a real guy, you still need something in your pants!" Ricky forces Franka to insert a double dildo, after Franka puts on the leather pants, Ellen and Ricky unbutton the pants bib and the rubber dildo pops out, all smirking and congratulating " Frank ”on this great thing.
I feel so sorry for Franka that I ask that you let her go. "You have nothing to ask, you slave of a slave!" Says Ellen to me.
I have to put on a white blouse with puffy sleeves and a bodice over it. Jacky drains some water from her breast to close the bodice. The rubber bust forms a strong cleavage. They braid my long blonde hair into a thick braid. A multi-layer petticoat and a traditional skirt that ends at knee height complete the paneling. Unfortunately I don’t have underpants, I would like to get rid of the ponytail in the anus.
Jacky picks up the petticoat and looks after my cock. "Why don't men always wear skirts? Her things and clogs can spread much better under a skirt than in tight jeans. ”Maybe Jacky is right, but I would rather go out with her in jeans!
"The two look like Hubert and Zenzi! Our Dolly has a proper cleavage. Now only the collars! It's so quick from mistress to slave! ”Says Ellen to Franka, who puts the collar on her.
"A big party is supposed to be going on in the Blue Stocking, let's go and have fun."
Ricky hooks a chain into my nose ring and into Franka's collar. "So that everyone sees that you are Franka's slave, just bad luck that Ellen is now in charge!"
The group sets off, I have to be careful to keep my distance from Franka, not easy on the stairs with the high shoes for inexperienced users, but I don't want to have the ring torn from my nose. It is a mild night and the way is not that far. Hi, Ricky and Ellen are greeted by the fat landlady. "Ricky where did you get your crossdresser from last Friday?" Ellen points to me and she tells the story while we all find a place at a round table. The pub is a lot busier than last week. Many are clearly recognizable as slaves, through a collar or ring in the nose. Some are completely dressed in black rubber, both women and men.
"Let's dance!" Jacky calls and pulls me onto the dance floor. She snuggles close to me and whispers in my ear: “Ricky, has convinced your wife that you are perverted and that you will never live as a normal man anymore, but Franka herself is not quite okay either, I think as a woman she has never felt really comfortable. Hopefully both of you will get out of the story well. I can see that you really love each other. "
Ellen claps the dance and everyone dances with me one after the other. Bavarian music is played and everyone wants Frank and I to perform a Schuhplattler. We both go out of our way and all the guests go wild when Franka turns me so fast that the skirt lifts. So we become stars of the evening and everyone wants to dance with us, gays and lesbians.
The program begins with a fanfare: slave selection! Some slaves are demonstrated by your masters or mistresses, loudly praise or insult the qualities of your addicts. Ellen registers me. I am led around by her and she praises what hard-working maid, sex toys for men and women I am. Only my exaggerated wardrobe is often cause for complaint. Everyone in the room laughs, I want to be on the moon.
The slave of the evening becomes a girl dressed in rubber on breathtaking high boots. Only your blonde braid looks out of the head mask. "Well, would you like to be spruced up like this?" Ricky whispers to me. No, then dear dirndl!
"Dolly you help the waitress serve beer, it's too busy for one! You would also be a good fit for the Oktoberfest! ”Roars Ellen. I bring the drinks to the tables. The guests are happy about me and in addition to clear offers, some grab me under the skirt, what should I do?
A slave competition is to be held, the loser is to be auctioned. Four gentlemen put up their slaves, three slaves in leather and one slave completely naked. A medium is still being sought which will determine the loser. Ricky screams. "Our Dolly is ideal for this!" I am pushed to a ceiling bearer and my hands are tied behind it, as with the Indians. I feel very bad!
The slaves line up next to me. The landlady unbuttons my skirts and I stand exposed in straps and stockings. "The slaves always have to lick Dolly's tail, the one who gets Dolly to cum is a loser! But everyone has to swallow the tail completely at least once, then the next one comes, like drinking a boot! ”The fat man grabs my stems and rubs them. He rose to the applause of the guests.
The slaves only start to comfortably suck on my thing, as I get hotter, they take turns, no one wants to bring me to orgasm. I squirm and would have redeemed myself had my hands not been tied. After an excruciatingly long time, nature demands its right and I throw my sperm into the mouth of a plump leather slave who sucks everything in himself. The guests applaud.
I get untied, dress my skirts , Jacky helps me. The fat slave and a slave in rubber thong are to be auctioned. "Why don't you auction the Dirndl", calls the huge leather man who had his eye on me last time. "I pay Ellen a good price, Dolly can still learn a lot from me!"
Ellen replies that Frank and Dolly belong together and are not available individually. "Then I'll buy both!" He roars. Everyone in the hall shouts “Sell! To sell!"
Ellen to Franka and me: "I will get a good price for you, my account is currently ebb. So I'm sorry for both of you, but that's the fate! ”She hooks the chain into my nose ring and Franka's collar, leads us to a platform where the other two are already waiting. The guests examine us like tomatoes, press here, raise their skirts, unbutton Franka's bib. We are both close to tears.
The auction begins. The leather man increases with the fat slave and gets the knockdown at 350€. The girl changes into the possession of a fat, red-nosed old man with a bald head for 400€. I am very miserable, what will happen to us? Several are interested in us and bid, also Jacky and Ricky bid, but they get out at 500€, the bid is given to an older couple at 750€. He, in his early 50s, comes in an elegant dark suit and leads us to his table on the dog leash, I on the nose ring.
A dark-haired, tall, slender lady in a turquoise half-length silk dress sits in front of a glass of prosecco. "May I introduce my wife Birgit, I myself am Juergen, we felt so sorry for you, are you as little as we are from this scene? What's your name? ”Franka introduces herself and me as Julian. "Well, I'd rather say Frank and Julia!" Birgit throws in.
Ellen comes and picks up the check. She tells Birgit and Juergen the story of me in the department store and that Franka didn't really want to be a girl either. They exchange addresses and Ellen promises to come over with the other girls.
We drink a farewell prosecco with the girls, then Juergen and Birgit want to go. "There is a special slave packaging," explains the landlady when she cashed in, "otherwise she might run away sooner than you'd like!" The waitress brings two large black bags with cords to them. These are put over our heads and pulled down to the bottom. The sack is tied with the line at the bottom, at belly height and around the neck. It is absolutely dark in the bag, but breathable air lets the fabric through. "I'll get the car first!" I hear Juergen say. Ellen pushes me goodbye and wishes me good luck. Jacky whispers in my ear that unfortunately she didn't have that much money, but we would definitely be better off with her. The door opens and many hands push us across the sidewalk into the font of a car. The doors slam, one last bye, and the car starts to move with a loud hum. I am glad that Franka is with me, I can feel her next to me. We drive a while, Birgit and Juergen talk quietly because of the music in the car, but I can't understand anything.
The car turns sharply and comes to a stop on a crunchy gravel path.
"Get off my pretties, if I may ask!" Orders Birgit, and helps me up from the back seat. I have problems with the pumps on the gravel. Birgit helps me and I hear her clattering the keys to unlock a door. She takes me to an armchair and briefly ties my neck line to the backrest. "You are waiting here, we first have to take care of Frank and discuss the situation with him, after all you are his slave!"
The steps move away and I hear Juergen and Birgit take the stumbling Franka upstairs, a door closes. - Nothing more-. What are they doing with Franka? What are they up to, actually they looked really nice!
I wake up with gentle shaking, because I fell asleep with exhaustion. The lacing is opened and I can look around, blinking. We are in a very luxurious bedroom with a king size bed, thick carpets and countless mirrors.
"We decided you would move into my younger sister's room, she married to the United States three years ago, maybe some things suit you that she didn't take, and the room is right here through the door, with its own bathroom Birgit explains and we enter a comfortably furnished girl's room, lots of pink, plush, horse pictures and a poster of the Back Street Boys. "First take your clothes off, you sure want to take a shower!" Birgit helps me out of my clothes and untie the corset, she sticks the blonde braid with a large hairpin. When I try to take off the latex bustier, Juergen, who watched the whole time, forbids me this. "Birgit can't take her breasts off either!" So then not - I go into the shower and enjoy the hot water, I want to scrub off all fingerprints from the pub.
When I dry myself, Birgit awaits me. The wardrobes opened, which are full of clothes and laundry. She looks for and finds a long, white satin nightgown. "Here is the right one for you, I am happy that another girl shares our house with us, it is often so boring for me, we want to be good parents for you and to educate you as a hardworking girl. I can always use help in such a big house! Now sleep well, we'll see you tomorrow. ”
I crawl into bed with the excitingly smooth shirt under which this breast bulges. Birgit and Juergen cover me up and give me a good night kiss like a small c***d, they fasten a thin chain to the nose ring and the bed frame. "Where's Franka? Why isn't she with me? ”I ask. "Tomorrow morning at breakfast we will sort everything out" Juergen calms me. I lie awake in bed uneasily until sleep overwhelms me.
I wake up when Birgit pushes myself naked under my duvet and begins to stroke me, the morning laughs through the window. "Don't be afraid, we only want your best!" She turns me towards her and nibbles on my ear, my masculinity begins to stir, we stroke each other and get more and more going. Lying on her side, my member leads her into her wet grotto. She puts one leg over my thighs and holds me so tight. Then I notice that Juergen is pushing towards me from behind, pushing up the satin shirt and looking for the way to my butt with his lust spear. When I start to panic, they both speak to me gently. I should relax and enjoy, you are now my parents and daughters must love their parents!
Juergen penetrates me and I pass it on to Birgit in harmonious bumps, we stroke and kiss each other. It's like in paradise as if we've known each other for many years and never do anything else. With a huge groan, the three of us come at the same time, exhausted in our hugs. Franka appears sleepy in a pajama in the door, Birgit beckons her and pulls her into the overcrowded bed. Everyone begins to stroke my mistress, to cover them with kisses at all points, heated again, Juergen pushes his pint into her column, I only have the back side into which I carefully penetrate. Birgit provides us with your pats while I lick your grotto. We weakened from the first round, but Franka takes us to the climax with her orgasm. After a breather, Birgit asks us to take a shower and get dressed: “Julia makes breakfast for us, while Juergen fetches bread. I will show you the kitchen and where you can find everything. ”Everyone leaves my room and I take a shower.
I look naked in the closets for suitable clothes. A lot of short skirts and dresses, but only a few pants, I try on light blue pants, can only close the waistband with effort when Birgit comes into my room without knocking. "How does it look like? Such a bulge in the crotch and the stomach hangs over the waistband! ”She laughs at me. "You have to lose a lot of weight before you can do without a corset. Ladies' trousers are also passee with your hanger." She laces me back into the white corset, puts on a light panty girdle and white tights with a large floral pattern, a green one above short linen dress. The blonde hair falls on the shoulder. "Apply some green eye shadow!" Says Birgit. I frown. "Oh, I have to teach you everything first!" She shows me how woman applies eye shadows. She hands me flat green mules with a tuft of feathers on them, I'm lucky they fit.
"Now I'm coming to show you your kingdom, the kitchen!" We come into a modern kitchen with every conceivable comfort, but the view from the window leaves me speechless. A large garden overlooks a huge lake. A dinghy rocks funny on the jetty. "We are here on the Potsdam Havel, can you sail?" Juergen asks me. "Happy for my life, but after the sailing license we never had enough money for a boat." I answer. "If we find a sailor dress, you are welcome to use the dinghy! Our Julchen gets shining eyes there. Now I want breakfast, we still have a lot of things to do today, rolls are already there! "
I put on coffee, get plates, cups and cutlery from the cupboards and bring it into the dining room. Franka is sitting at the window with the newspaper, wearing jeans with a rough shirt. "You look cute from Julchen, you remember, you always wanted me to put on such tights, they look a lot better than me! You'll soon be better than me in the kitchen! Did you see the garden, a dream, I always wanted to have a garden, you a boat. Now we have both here, I think I could feel comfortable here, Birgit and Juergen are also very nice, what do you think? "
I get embarrassed, in the short dress you feel so helpless, even if your long hair keeps falling on your face. "I think she is very nice too, but it's not our home, we can't stay here for long!"
"Do you want to go back to Ellen