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These Aren't My Clothes! By Kathryn Hammond aka SalonGirl I was nervous and excited on the way to the airport. This was to be the first business trip of my new job. I was on my way to a two day seminar with three of my co-workers. All of my co-workers were female and senior to me. One of them, Nancy, was my boss. We arrived at the airport and the skycap took our luggage. We found our gate and soon were in the air. The flight was a long one and we started drinking cocktails after the meal. It was really the first time I had spoken in a social setting with the three women. Shelly was a pixieish woman with a crooked mischievous smile. I knew from office gossip that she had lots of lovers but was not a slut. Shelly just liked men. Cathy was a tall woman. She was large, very Rubenesque. She was Italian and very dark with long jet black hair. She exuded a smoldering sensuality. Nancy, our supervisor, was an older woman with close cropped salt and pepper hair. She had a very commanding presence and was always in charge no matter what the situation. One thing all three women had in common was that they were always immaculate in appearance. Each had the touch of a professional when it came to makeup, and even though they were competing in a man's world, all three women were the epitome of femininity at all times. We arrived at the airport and upon deplaning I felt a little tipsy. A glance at the women showed that they were too except for Nancy, who was always in control. We went to the baggage carousel to retrieve our bags. As the bags went by and the machine spun around I felt nauseous. I was happy to grab what looked like my bags and haul them to a waiting cab. We arrived at the hotel and were shown to our rooms. The seminar didn't begin until the next day but there was a mixer scheduled for later that night in the ballroom for all participants. We were in adjoining rooms. Nancy's was a suite. I went into my room and set the luggage on the bed. As I did I noticed a worn spot on one of the suitcases. "That's funny," I thought to myself, "I don't remember that spot." The connecting doors to the rooms were all open and the three women and I were talking back and forth so I wasn't really paying attention as I opened the suitcase. I wasn't even looking as I reached down to take out an undershirt. Instead of the cotton undershirt I felt something very cool and smooth. It was like reaching into cool flowers. I looked down and saw that it was women's underwear, lingerie. The entire suitcase seemed to be filled with nothing but lingerie. Instead of the white I expected to see there were pinks and lavenders and sleek black. I started pulling the frilly things out. They were as light as air. I opened the other half of the suitcase and found blouses, skirts, a pair of black 2" heels and a pair of pink 4" heels. Off to one side was a large plastic bag full of makeup. I was in shock, but thought I would be OK. But when I opened the other bag, instead of finding my men's business suits I found women's business suits instead, along with a pink designer cocktail dress and a beautiful little black dress. I let out a moan and the women came running to see what was the matter. When they saw they open suitcases they began to laugh hysterically. They began to tease me. "My you have good taste in panties." "Look, he wears a push up bra." "You could catch a man in that black dress honey." When they calmed down a bit Nancy called the airport. I could see her frowning as talked on the phone. She hung up and said. "The airport has no unclaimed luggage. It seems that whoever got your bags hasn't opened them yet and noticed the mix-up. Until that happens you're stuck." I was in trouble. For comfort, I had just worn old jeans and a sweatshirt on the plane. The seminar was about to begin and I was in a strange city with no good clothes. I had another problem. My credit cards were all at their limits. I didn't have enough money to buy a new suit of clothes for the seminar. I sat on the end of the bed in shock. I was sure I would miss the seminar now and probably lose my job as well. Sadly I explained my predicament to the three women. They consoled me and patted me on the shoulder saying, "We should be able to think of something." I noticed that Nancy had gone back to looking through the women's clothing in the suitcase. She held up one of the suits and cast a critical eye towards me. She picked up one of the highheeled shoes and said, "What size shoe do you wear?" I told her and she motioned over the other two women. They huddled for a moment and I thought I heard giggling. When they turned around all three had a devilish gleam in her eye. They came over to where I was sitting and stood around me crowding close. "Now," said Nancy, "as your supervisor I am telling you right now that if you miss this seminar, you will lose your job." My heart sank at her words. "But," she continued, "the girls and I may have a solution to offer you." I felt a glimmer of hope. I was so glad that Nancy had decided to help me. "You don't have your own clothes but you do have these clothes." She pointed to the suitcases and my heart sank. "But Nancy, I stammered, "I can't wear these. I can't wear dresses." "I'm a man." "Listen to me, by some kind of crazy coincidence the stuff in these suitcases seem to be in your size. Even the shoes will fit. It seems like fate to me so you might as well go along. Besides, when you get right down to it it's this or your job." I could not argue with that and after a few more moments hesitation, I lowered my head and mumbled, "Oh, all right." I was sent off to the bathroom with orders to shave my entire body baby smooth. I had to use one of the women's razors from the suitcase. I sat in the tub and shaved my legs with the pink razor. "Don't forget your underarms," Nancy called through the door. When I was done I got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my waist. When I went back into my room I saw that the women had unpacked "my" suitcases. Dresses and blouses and skirts hung in the closet and the drawers were full of panties and bras, stockings and slips and silky camisoles. On the bed was a pair of black nylon panties with lace trim around waist and leg. A matching bra and demi slip. "Put on what's on the bed and then we'll get started," called Nancy through the door. I pulled the panties up my smooth legs and they felt wonderful as the cool nylon encased my rear. The bra was difficult but after a few minutes of struggling I got it on. I let the silky demi slip fall over my shoulders. It felt wonderful and fell to just below my hips. "OK," I called out and the three women came into the room. Shelly and Cathy started giggling when they saw me but Nancy had a strange look in her eye. It was almost a possessive look of desire. She came over to me and took my chin in her hand. She lifted my head until I was looking her in the eye. "You should do very nicely as a woman." I was marched back into the bathroom and my hair was shampooed again then some other type of goo was put in it. Cathy just ignored me when I asked what it was. After my shampoo a towel was wrapped around my head. I sat on the edge of the tub as Cathy rubbed Oil of Olay all over my legs. It felt good to have her massaging my smooth hairless legs with the lotion. She left the room, ordering me to put the lotion all over my body before coming out. I undressed and rubbed the sweet smelling lotion all over my body. For some reason I blushed when I rubbed it on my chest. I was starting to have some very strange feelings but I wasn't afraid. I put my panties, bra and slip back on and went back into the bedroom. The women led me to the vanity and sat me down to begin my makeup. First Shelly used a moisturizer on my face. After wiping off the excess she began to apply liquid makeup. The smell was delicious. She used pencils and shadows on my eyes and applied a pair of false lashes. Blusher and lipstick, and then perhaps half an hour of fussing and fixing with more paints and potions and a feminine face began to appear. At this same time Cathy had begun to work on my hair. She took off the towel and ran my hair through her fingers for a few moments while studying my face. Then she went behind me and got out a huge bag of rollers. She began to put the rollers in my hair one by one. What looked like hundreds were all aver my head. Something about the color looked different too but I thought it was only because my hair was still wet. By now a very different me was looking back in the mirror. My head was covered in curlers. They all had pink ends sticking out and as they dried they began to get tighter. My face was that of a woman's. Arched eyebrows over long lashed doe eyes. Pink blusher brought out my cheekbones and my lips were pursed, very plump and kissable red. Cathy began to do my nails. To each finger she attached a long acrylic nail. They were tapered nails and almost 1" long. I wasn't sure I would be able to manage them but I had no choice in the matter. The women didn't ask me if I wanted my hair or nails done. They just pointed to a chair and I sat and did as they said. Something about my attire, panties, curlers, makeup, and now long nails was making me very submissive. I was no longer in control. Cathy spent a long time doing my nails. Shelly had brought her portable hood dryer from her room so I sat under the dryer while Cathy finished my nails. Shelly came up and sat on the floor to give me a pedicure and paint my toenails the same shade of fiery red that Cathy was making my fingernails. The polish was very bright, very red and I thought it was too much. Cathy just hushed me, saying that this polish was in the makeup kit in the suitcases so that meant it went with the outfits I was going to wear. My nails and makeup were done now and Nancy herself came over to do my hair. My tightly curlered hair had dried now and the curlers were ultra tight on my head. Nancy began taking them out. The feeling of the tight rollers being taken off was heavenly and soon she was working with brush and comb and hairspray. After about a half hour she was done. My hair was long and curly and to my horror had been colored and frosted. It was reddish blond now with pretty highlights. It was a very normal woman's hairstyle long and feminine with soft bangs, but could never be mistaken for a man's. I began to panic. After all, trying this masquerade for a few days was one thing, but I had to return home afterwards. How could I with my hair looking like this? The women calmed me down, saying that the color would wash right out. I had never heard of this before but wanted to believe them. Cathy brought me a pair of pantyhose from "my" suitcases and instructed me in how to put them on. They felt so wonderful on my smooth lotioned legs. I pulled the pantyhose all the way up and then Nancy brought me the pink cocktail dress from the closet. After filling out my bra cups with some panties from the drawer, she helped me into the dress. It fit after a little struggling. It was very tight but the women assured me that it was meant to be. It had puffy sleeves and was made of pink satin. It pulled me in at the waist and the flounced skirt created the illusion of feminine curves. I sat down in my dress and Shelly brought over the pink 4" heels. The color matched my dress. Shelly put the shoes on my stockinged feet and then Cathy came over and put on long bangle clip on earrings and matching chain and locket, a few bangles on each wrist and a woman's watch. Last Cathy bent down and put an anklet around my ankle. It was a very delicate gold chain with a dangling heart. I stood and looked in the full length mirror. Looking back was a beautiful woman. She was dressed all in pink and had beautiful blonde hair in long soft curls caressing her face. Her makeup was perfect and dramatic, but at the same time very natural. The woman in the mirror turned on her 4" heels and spun in the mirror like all women do. I turned around to my friends and said. "I think this might work. But why am I so dressed up tonight. Is it just for practice?" Nancy turned to me and her tone was very commanding. "You don't think we would let you come with us to the seminar unless we know you can pass as a woman do you?" " As soon as Cathy, Shelly and I can get changed we "four" girls are going to go down to the ballroom for the mixer. If this year is like last years seminar there should be about 10 men for each woman. You will have plenty of opportunities to practice being a girl." I was crestfallen when Nancy told me that. What at first had seemed like an unorthodox, but necessary disguise was turning into something much more. I was having feelings that I didn't understand as I thought about the mixer and 10 men to each girl. I sighed and went into Cathy's room to watch her get ready for the party. She had invited me in and when I hesitated said, "Come on in honey, after all it's just us girls. I can show you some makeup tips and we can work on your voice for a while." I went into Cathy's room. I could not help but wonder if I had gone into a woman's room for life. I sat in Cathy's room waiting for her to finish dressing. I had my smooth nylon stockinged legs crossed at the ankle with my knees together, and I was perched on my chair with my head up and my bosom thrust out the way she had shown me. Cathy was talking to me as she finished her makeup. She was explaining every step as she went. Every once in a while she would turn to me with a brush or powder puff and touch up my makeup. She sprayed me all over with a heavenly perfume and with very little coaching she had me speaking in a voice that while not angelic was at least acceptable as a woman's as long as I kept my mouth shut most of the time. It was Cathy who first said "Hey honey, we have to have a name for you don't we?" She called through the open door to the next room "What are we going to call our new girlfriend?" Shelly came to the door dressed only in panties and bra. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked at me. I felt embarrassed at her bold look and in fact clenched my smooth nyloned knees together a little. She noticed this very feminine gesture immediately and she smiled a wicked smile. Nancy came to the door and said, "That's right, what will we call our new little missy? Missy? That's it, Missy!" Cathy and Shelly laughed and said, "Hi Missy." I felt humiliated and wanted to ask Nancy to let me have some other name but one strern look from her and I changed my mind. Now I was not only dressed as a woman but my name was Missy! Even worse, I had a feeling that there was more to come. The attitudes of all three women had undergone a change. All of them were now treating me like little more than a slave although Shelly and Cathy were still very friendly. But as I sat with Cathy while she dressed, me in a pink cocktail dress and heels, with beautiful nails and hair, I started to like the way I was. I started to enjoy shifting my hairless soft legs in my pantyhose and the feeling of silky slippery panties on my bottom as I squirmed on the chair. My slip was smooth and cool under my dress and I could feel my long earrings dangling everytime I tossed my head girlishly the way that Cathy had shown me. Nancy was ready now and she came into the room. "Shelly, Cathy, Missy, let's sit down here for a minute and talk about work.." What a relief! At last things were getting back to normal. I was so relieved to have something to think about other than the fact that I was completely dressed as a woman. But I was soon to be again in dismay. Nancy started out OK, talking about our goals at the seminar and how we would need to use a team approach. But soon she started making references to "Schmoozing," and "Making new friends for our company." I wasn't really sure what she meant but it was soon made clear to me. "Missy, most of the participants in this seminar are men. It is very important for us to be able to make new contacts, and promote our firm in any way we can. If it becomes necessary for one of us to grant certain, shall we say, favors, to an important potential client, we will. This includes you Missy. If one of these bigshots asks you for a date, the firm, and I, expect you to do your duty." Nancy didn't even give me a second to consider this astounding statement. The next instant she and the other women were on their feet and hustling me towards the door. I was stuttering, "But Nancy, a date, what, what do you mean?" But then we were in the hallway, and there were strangers there. I shut up and concentrated on just walking down the hall in public in heels, hose and a dress. I walked behind the women and tried to match the way the swung their hips and carried their shoulders. We passed men who tried to make eye contact with us. I was scared at first and whispered to Cathy, "Why are they looking at me like that? They must know I'm not a girl." Cathy just laughed. "They aren't looking at you like that because they think you're a man Missy." Cathy told the others what I had said and they both turned to look at me as I swayed along seductively in my pink 4" heels. They laughed too. We got into the elevator with four men. I kind of liked the way they stepped aside to let us in, but one of them was standing very close to me. Then, just before the car reached the first floor I felt a hand on the back of my thigh. I thought it must be one of the women playing a joke. The hand went up my leg and under my dress until the fingers just reached the lace trim on my panties. Suddenly the car stopped and the hand vanished. I looked over my left shoulder to see which of the women had done it but only Nancy was standing there. I could not believe that she would do such a thing. I looked over my right shoulder and a man was standing there. He was tall and handsome in a boyish way and he smiled at me. Had he been the one? I was becoming very confused but I was starting to realize some of the facts of life for a woman. We entered the ballroom and I could see that Nancy had not been kidding about the ratio of men to women at the seminar. Almost all of the participants were men. "Missy, I want you to stick with Shelly for a while," said Nancy, "and when she says you are ready, go out on your own and mingle. Be on the lookout for new clients." I started to protest but Nancy had already spun on her heels and disappeared into the crowd. Cathy leaned over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You'll do fine Missy," she said. "Just remember all the feminine gestures I showed you and no one will ever guess your little secret." "Come on Missy," said Shelly. "Now that we've finally gotten rid of those two let's get a drink and have a little chat." I was grateful to Shelly, maybe she wouldn't make me go off on my own after all. We sat at a table and ordered drinks and started to talk girltalk. Shelly told me that she thought I was really a good sport to do what I was doing. She said that she was sure that Nancy would be very grateful to me for going to such an extreme for our company. Then she started to tell a somewhat strange story. It started our normally enough, something about one of her boyfriends and Halloween. She had convinced him to dress completely as a woman and to his surprise he had been incredibly aroused by the experience. To her surprise, so was she. As she told me the last part she was looking me in the eye and I felt myself blush. She leaned forward to tell me more, but at that moment the waiter came with more drinks. Shelly told him we hadn't ordered any, he said they were from the gentleman at the bar. Shelly and I looked over and saw four men at the bar toasting us. She raised her glass back to them and I did the same. They started to walk over. "We're on Missy," she said. At first I was very nervous but soon I began to realize that none of the men could tell I was not born a woman. I began to relax and even, with a little coaching from Shelly during a trip to the ladies room, to flirt a little. Shelly had mercy on me and stayed by my side as we began to circulate through the now crowded ballroom. I noticed one pattern throughout the night, I was trying to steer the conversation towards business and the men all wanted to talk about was me. Some of them tried to stand very close and they were constantly putting their hands on me, touching me. It was strange, but quite erotic. Throughout the evening my panties were very wet and I was constantly aroused. As it got later I began to feel tired and a little drunk. Once I almost stumbled in my 4" heels but as I did I felt a pair of strong hands grab me around the waist. I turned around to see who it was that had saved me from falling and saw that it was the man from the elevator. He smiled and said, "We meet again." I started to speak to him but Nancy appeared from the crowd. "Come on Missy," she said, "we've been invited to a go out for a bite to eat. We'll meet the other girls in our rooms and freshen up first." We got in the elevator. We were alone. Nancy told me she appreciated what I was doing. She took my hand as we talked and this gesture from her surprised me. She had always been so cold to me in the past. When we got to her room the other girls weren't there yet. Nancy told me they might be a few minutes. We sat in her suite and had a drink and then she went into the bedroom. After a few moments she called out, "Missy, could you come in here for a minute." I went in and found her sitting on the edge ot the bed. "Missy, my feet are tired," she said. "Come over here and take off my shoes." I went over to her and kneeled down. I took the shoes, with their 4" spike heels, from her stockinged feet. "Now massage my feet Missy," she said. I started to massage her feet. Nancy found the foot massage soothing and she began to speak to me in a kinder tone of voice. She began to tell me about herself and soon told me that one of the reasons she may have appeared cold at the office was the fact that she was bi but preferred women. I could not believe Nancy was telling me all this, she must have been drunker than she appeared. She said she was what was called a lipstick lesbian and she was partial to lovers who made themselves very pretty. As she said this I looked up at her and saw the same look as I had seen earlier. She seemed to be staring deep into me and her lip curled into an almost cruel smile. We heard a noise outside, and I heard Cathy calling for us. I jumped up from where I had been kneeling and left the bedroom before Nancy could stop me. Cathy and Shelly were sitting, waiting, and exchanged a knowing look when I came from the bedroom straightening my skirts. "Hey Missy," said Shelly. "I saw that big hunk who was following you around all night." "I don't know what you mean," I told her. "Yeah," she said, "He may be one of those big bashful types but I noticed he seemed to be somewhere near you all night." Now that I thought about it that was true. He had been near me almost the entire night. Holding my chair, buying me a drink. In fact I had gotten used to having him near me. I had started to like it, and began to smile at him sweetly when he did me on of these little courtesies. "Big bashful type nothing," said Cathy. "That guy just happens to be the owner of one of the 10 largest firms in the southeast. He's a catch honey, in more ways than one." Just then Nancy came into the room. "Well our little Missy here seems to be reeling in. "Mr. Catch, doesn't she?" she said. The other women laughed but they also nodded in agreement. "It would be a real coup for me," said Nancy, "if one of my girls got that account." Cathy brought me a lacy shawl to wrap around my shoulders and after a quick touchup of my makeup and hair we were off to our dinner party. The four clients who turned out to be our dates were four balding fat guys from some farm state. Nancy paired us up and it soon became apparent that she had given me the worst of the lot. He wasn't bad looking but from the minute we sat down he was all over me. Everything he said was sexual in nature and he was not shy in hinting what he would like to do to me. Once he leaned over and put his tongue in my ear as he lunged for my breasts. When I looked over at Nancy for help all I got was an amused smirk. I somehow got through the meal and our merry band left the restaurant. The men were clamoring to go to a nightclub and Nancy said we'd go along for one drink. We couldn't all fit in one cab so we split up. I tried to stay with the women but they just shrugged me off and I somehow found myself in a cab with my date alone. He gave the driver our destination and then he turned to me. He pulled me close and kissed me. It really wasn't so bad but then his hand began to go up my leg. I held him off. We kissed again. I thought maybe if I kissed him I could keep him occupied. I was wrong. He began to probe deep into my mouth with his tongue. I felt his hand on the back of my head and realized he was trying to push my face down into his lap. I fought back but he was very strong. Almost before I knew what was happening I felt the head of his cock on my red lips. I tasted his salty precome and then his hand pushed my head down and his cock was in my mouth. He was much stronger than he looked but I was also remembering Nancy's words from earlier in the evening. He began to guide my head up and down on his glistening shaft and after only seconds I felt him stiffen and his come began to spurt into my mouth. I swallowed by reflex as I heard him groan. Just as he spasmed his last the driver announced that we had arrived at our destination. I hurried out of the cab and into the club. I was sure that everyone could see what had happened to me and I could still taste my dates semen on my lips. But no one seemed to notice my obvious distress. The other women were tiring now and after getting what he wanted during our cab ride my date seemed to lose interest in me. The men drifted off once they realized that they would have more fun elsewhere. Nancy, Cathy, Shelly, and I got in a cab and went back to the hotel. We went upstairs. I wanted to tell them what had happened to me during my cab ride but I was too ashamed. "Come into my room Missy," said Cathy, "I'll help you remove your makeup before bed." I went in and she let me take off my heels. It felt great but in a moment she handed me a pair of pink maribou high heeled slippers. "Put these on Missy, Your feet still need more time in heels to help you get used to them." She helped me off with my dress and then, after using a headband to hold my bangs off my forehead, used a cream to remove my makeup. She applied more moisturizer and then I was surprised when she began to apply some makeup. "Just a touch Missy. Just a touch of makeup so you can be pretty even in your sleep." Nancy and Shelly came in and we chatted for a few minutes as we all worked on our nails and lotioned our hands and legs. Nancy came over and looked at my hair. "We don't have time to do your hair every morning Missy. Tomorrow you will have to make an appointment at the hotel salon for a cut and set. For tonight I'll do your hair myself. Go put on your nightie first." I went to my room to change. A cut and set at a beauty salon? Somehow that had a permanent sound to it. I entered my room. Laid out on the bed was a short pink chiffon nightie with spaghetti straps and lots of swirling material. Ruffled full cut panties and a long flowing gown with flounced sleeves and lacy bosom completed the ensemble. I took off my slip, pantyhose, bra and panties and put on the lacy pink dream. I went back into Cathy's room and sat at the vanity. Nancy wetted down my hair and then applied setting gel as she put me up in curlers. Soon a pink curlered head was looking back at me for the second time that day . When Nancy was done she wrapped a pretty scarf around my set and patted my curlered head. "Good night Missy, I have a feeling this might not be the last time you go to bed in curlers," she said and she winked. I went to my room. Shelly passed through on the way to her room and she kissed me goodnight. Her soft hand with it's long red nails caressed mine as she did. When she left, I didn't notice that she hadn't locked the door. I laid down in the bed and turned down the lights. What a day this had been! I snuggled up in my nightie and curlers and thought about all the things that had happened and all the new things I had felt. I didn't even hear the door open when Shelly slipped into my room. But I started when she slipped into my bed. "SShhh," she whispered and she snuggled up close to me. She had on a very short babydoll nightie but didn't seem to be wearing panties. I felt her lips reach mine and our soft smooth legs began to intertwine. My eyes had grown accustomed to the light and I looked at Shelly and she was smiling and cooing, "Ohh, Missy." I started to make love to her as a man but Shelly stopped me. "There are no men in this bed tonight," she whispered to me. She pushed me back and we began to kiss and caress. I followed Shelly's lead and we began a long slow night of passion. Shelly pinched my nipples between her fingers and massaged my breasts as I did the same for her. She guided my head down between her legs and instructed me in the special techniques that one woman uses when making love to another. I used my tongue and fingers on her warm moist vagina and clitoris. When she tightened her thighs she pressed hard on my curlered head. The feeling of my tongue probing deep into her as she stroked my curlers was fantastic. She had me turn and we slipped into a 69 position. I felt electricity course through my body when her lips touched my erect shaft. When she began to probe into my rear with her finger I was startled at first but she said soothing things to me and I relaxed. Soon I was thrusting my rear in response to her hands as she put one, then two, then three fingers deep into me. She timed her thrusting fingers to coincide with her mouth sliding down on my cock. I was in heaven as we lapped and stroked and penetrated each other. She would not let me place my cock inside her. Even though I begged her she just laughed at me and said "What woman has a cock darling, That's just your oversized clitty and girls don't use them like that." When Shelly finally brought me to a climax I let out a loud girlish moan that I was sure must have been heard on the entire hotel floor. I was very intense and the power of it took my breath away. I was shuddering and my hands and feet felt numb. I fell asleep with my tongue in Shelly and her fingers deep inside me and my cock in her warm mouth. When I first awoke in the morning I thought that it had all been a beautiful feminine dream. But then when I rolled over I felt the curlers tight on my head and the soft nightie on my smooth shaven body. It wasn't a dream after all. I was very happy. I was not really sure why. I patted the other side of the bed but Shelly had gone back to her room sometime in the night. I got out of bed and noticed I wasn't wearing my panties. It took me several minutes to find them. I could hear the other women stirring and the doors to the rooms began to open. Shelly stuck her head in my door. She was wrapped in a towel. "Good morning Missy," she said, "Did you sleep well?" "Yes," I told her blushing, "when I finally got to sleep." "Take your shower," she told me, "I'll help you dress and do your makeup when you are done. Don't forget to use a shower cap to keep your set dry." I put on my pink chiffon peignoir and went to the bathroom to shower. I found the shower cap provided by the hotel and put it on over my curlers. I looked in the mirror before I stepped into the shower. Even though my body had not been changed by my time in women's clothing it looked very different. I was completely hairless except for a patch above my groin and had long red nails and toenails that were a matching fiery red. With all my body hair shaved off I looked much softer and rounder than I ever had before and when I tucked my genitals between my legs my body was neither a man's nor a woman's but definitely more feminine than masculine. I stood daydreaming for a moment and tried to imagine what I would look like with perky breasts with big womanly nipples on my chest. I made a kissy face at the curlered head in the mirror and smiled a pretty smile. I stepped into the shower and began to lather my hairless body with a sweet smelling beauty bar. Shelly stuck her head in the bathroom door and said, "Hurry up Missy, we don't have all morning to make you into a beautiful working girl." I shaved my legs and underarms with a pink razor and stepped from the shower to towel myself dry. Shelly had left a pink bra and panty set for me along with a large box of body powder. I picked up the big feathery puff and started to powder my body all over. I put on my panties and bra and my lacy pink chiffon robe, took off my plastic shower cap and went into my room. A women's business suit had been laid out on the bed. There was a black A-line skirt with a high midriff jacket and a white silk blouse with ruffles of lace at the cuffs and neck. Sheer pantyhose, a black camisole and half slip and two inch heeled black pumps were there waiting for me. I took off my robe, picked up the pretty camisole and let it fall over my powdered shoulders. I then put on my pantyhose and pulled the half slip up my nyloned legs. Nancy came into the room with Cathy. "Well, good morning Missy dear, did you sleep well last night?" she asked with a sly smile. I was sure she knew that Shelly and I had spent the night together. "Yes Missy," said Cathy, "I thought I heard a noise last night coming from your room. Did you have a bad dream?" I was blushing furiously. I knew they were teasing me. Shelly came into the room. "You girls leave Missy alone now. We have to get her ready for the seminar. Don't forget, 'Mr. Catch' is waiting for our little Missykins." The three women all laughed a conspiratorial laugh. "Oh, Missy, by the way, did you call the airport to see if they found your luggage yet?" asked Nancy. I hadn't. In fact the thought had never even entered my mind. I was confused for a moment. The idea of returning to men's clothes somehow didn't appeal to me. I slowly reached for the phone. "Don't bother," said Nancy, "I called them earlier and there is still no sign of your things. I guess you will have to stay Missy for at least a little while longer." I felt a strange sense of relief when I heard this. The women all noticed and smiled. I sat at the vanity in my camisole and half slip and Cathy came over and started my makeup. Shelly came over to do my hair. Nancy turned to leave the room. Before she left she said to me, "Missy, don't forget I have made an appointment for you at the hotel beauty salon for 1 PM. You will have just enough time between the morning and afternoon sessions." I started to ask her why this was necessary, after all, I only had to dress as a woman for one more day after this and then I could go home and resume my normal life. But she was gone before I could speak. Shelly told me that Nancy had some early meetings to attend. We would catch up with her later. With Nancy gone the other girls and I (Yes, I had started to think of myself as one of the girls by now) were much looser and soon all three of us were chattering happily as Cathy did my makeup and Shelly took the curlers from my hair. Shelly did my hair in a much less festive style than I had worn it the night before and Cathy did the same with my makeup. They explained that I was going to work today not to a party. They both laughed at my disappointed pouting expression, but I knew they were right. Cathy put just a touch of perfume on my wrists and neck. When they were both finished they helped me with my skirt and blouse and Shelly brought me some jewelry to wear. Simple gold clip on earrings and a chain along with a ladies watch and a bracelet. Cathy gave me two gold rings with semi precious stones and I slipped them over my long nails onto my fingers. I put on my black pumps and slipped the jacket over my silk blouse. I looked in the mirror and a smiling career girl was looking back at me. She looked lovely and feminine but at the same time quite businesslike. Cathy and Shelly exchanged a laughing handshake at the success of their creation and after grabbing the materials for the seminar I stood in my heels to leave the room. "Wait a minute Missy, don't forget your purse," said Shelly with a twinkle in her eye. She picked up a black patent leather purse with a long shoulder strap and began to fill it with lipsticks, compacts, and blusher. She took a pair of panties from one of my dresser drawers and put them in my purse. She reached into her own purse and took out several tampons and put them in too. "Just in case Missy, just in case," she said. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks once again and then we were in the hall outside our rooms. We went down to the restaurant and had breakfast. Even though I was famished the women would only let me order coffee, toast and fruit. "You have to think of your girlish figure Missy," they said. On our way to the conference room we passed the salon where Nancy had made my appointment. I was surprised to see that it was not a unisex salon. The men's barber shop was on the other side ot the lobby. I felt a tingling inside me as I looked in the window of this very feminine place. Surely I would be found out if I entered this women's sanctum. We entered the conference room and found our places. I looked across the room and there was Nancy talking to "Mr. Catch." They were chatting and joking like old friends. Then I saw them huddle close and Nancy pointed over to me. "Mr. Catch" looked over and waved and smiled his handsome smile. I found myself waving back with my long nailed, bejeweled hand. I noticed that my panties were becoming damp once again. The morning session began and I soon found that being dressed as a woman meant that I could not sprawl in my chair like I would have as a man. I had to keep my knees together all the time and sit up straight. Every so often I would slip and my knees would start to spread but once when I did I noticed a man in a row in front of me. He was looking back and leering at me. He almost had drool running out of his mouth. I could not figure out why but then I realized that he was trying to look up my skirt. I clapped my knees together and tried not to look at him for the rest of the morning. We took a break after about two hours and the girls and I went to the ladies room. I was really beginning to enjoy these trips to the ladies room where we would touch up our makeup and chat for a few moments inside our cocoon of womanhood. I tried to hint to Nancy that I was interested in what she and "Mr. Catch" had been talking about but she ignored my not so subtle hints. She said, "Don't worry Missy, I'm not trying to steal your man." That shut me up. I didn't bring up the subject again. I was nervous as the morning passed thinking about my appointment in the beauty salon. I tried to convince myself that surely Nancy would only have them fix up my hair a little. Before I knew it the morning session was over and I found myself being marched to the salon arm in arm with Nancy. We entered the salon and Nancy had me wait while she spoke to a woman who seemed to be in charge. Every once in a while they would look over at me as I waited. Finally Nancy and the woman came over to where I was standing in my chic suit, heels and hose. "Missy, this is Miss Gilda, owner of the salon. She and I are old friends," said Nancy. I mumbled a hello in the most feminine voice I could muster. "Hello Missy," said Miss Gilda, "Nancy has told me ALL about you and I am so happy to have you here in my salon. Please go into the changing room and take off your suit and pantyhose and put on one of our smocks." I started to protest to Nancy. I couldn't understand why I had to disrobe to have my hair done. Nancy cut me short with a wave of her hand. "Missy, you are to follow Miss Gilda's instructions to the letter." I hung my head and once again did as I had been told. I entered the dressing room and removed my jacket, skirt and blouse and then took off my shoes and panty hose. I put on the frilly pink smock and was shocked at how short it was. It barely covered my thighs and I was sure that the bottom of my pantied rear was exposed. I put my shoes back on and reentered the salon. It felt very strange to be walking barelegged in highheels and the short smock but none of the other women in the salon seemed to notice me. Miss Gilda herself came over to me as I emerged. "Ah, Missy, come over here honey and we'll start making you even more beautiful than you already are." She took me to a chair and I sat down. A salon girl came over with some kind of a pot that seemed to have something boiling in it. It turned out to be hot wax which she applied to my legs. She let it cool for a moment then she tore it off. The first time she did it I let out a yelp but after all the other ladies in the salon turned to look at me I didn't make another sound. She worked her way up one leg and down the other and then she asked me, "Bikini wax doll?" "No, no thanks," I blurted out in terror. She just shrugged and turned to go. Miss Gilda had started on my hair and another of the salon girls came over with a nail station on a rolling cart. After she set it up the nail technician came over, smiled at me, and began to work on my nails. She removed the false nails that Cathy had applied, worked on cleaning and shaping my own nails for a few minutes and then began to attach a long set of tapered acrylic nails. They must have been two inches long. I couldn't imagine how I would be able to do anything with my hands. I felt so helpless, yet so feminine with them on. Miss Gilda had me lean my head back into the shampoo sink as she lathered my hair with a sweet smelling potion. When she had rinsed me out I sat back up and she began to do something to my hair with what looked like pieces of tin foil. Soon I had the pieces of foil all over my head and she began to apply a liquid to the places where she had placed the foil. There was a very strong smell. I noticed that she was wearing gloves as she used a plastic bottle with an applicator tip on my hair. When she was done she told me it would be a few minutes. I sat like this in the beauticians chair as the pretty young nail technician finished attaching the last of my nails. She used a pearl base coat polish on them and when that dried she put on a cherry red topcoat. Then she began applying what looked like decals. I could see that she was also gluing what looked like diamonds to my nails, one or two to each nail. Miss Gilda took the tin foil pieces from my hair, rinsed it, and began to cut it. When she finished she started to put my hair up in curlers. These were not like the curlers that Nancy had used on my hair. They were hard plastic and much smaller. Miss Gilda saw me looking at them in the mirror and said, "You act like you've never seen a perm rod before Missy." Soon my head was covered in the hard blue plastic rods and she began to apply another strong smelling liquid to my hair. Soon she was finished and the smell of the perm solution almost choked me. "We won't leave that on too long Missy, I want to give you nice soft curls. Nancy suggested a very curly perm for you but I think I know best what will go with your face and your new look." I looked at her quizzically. "Oh yes," she said, "Nancy has paid for a complete makeover for you. She said it was a thank you gift for something you had done for your company." At that moment I came as close to getting up and running away as I had the entire time since the beginning of this whole crazy affair. But the combination of the way I was dressed and the faintness I was feeling from the perm solution fumes kept me in the chair. Miss Gilda began to take my perm rods out and then she rinsed the solution from my hair. She began to work with brush and comb and blow dryer. Another of the salon girls had removed my makeup and applied a facial pack. It was bright green and I began to take on the most bizarre appearance yet. Miss Gilda turned me from the mirror as the girl peeled the pack from my face. The skin on my face felt more alive then it ever had, almost as if I was breathing from every pore. Miss Gilda stopped fussing with my hair and went to get a cosmetologists cart. She began to work on my face. I was familiar by now with some of the things she was doing but her work seemed to be much more detailed than that of Cathy or Shelly. I winced when she plucked my eyebrows and hoped she wasn't taking too much hair from them. She began to work with my makeup and my hair at the same time as she worked towards an integrated whole. She would fuss with a hairbrush and then apply a powder to my cheeks. Then she would do something with some bobbie pins and use a very thin brush to outline my lips. She was very deft and worked quickly. Finally she seemed satisfied. "Almost done Missy, just one more small detail," she said. She went behind me and then I felt her take my earlobe in her fingers. I felt something cold and metallic and then a sharp pain but before I could react she was on my other side and I felt the pain in my other lobe. "All done sweetie," said Miss Gilda and she spun the chair around so I was facing the mirror. The face that I saw in the mirror was familiar, but it was surely not mine. My hair was now honey blond with silvery white highlights all through it. It was styled in soft curls that flowed back off of my forehead and cascaded down the sides and back of my head. I had long bangs that fell almost into my eyes and she had done something to make the hair on top of my head rise up very high. It looked like the hairstyle of a playboy bunny, beautiful and ultrafeminine. My thin, high arched brows were raised as if in surprise above my sultry smoldering long lashed eyes. My cheekbones were highlighted with a pretty pink blusher. My lips were outlined and shaped into a bow with a dark pencil then filled in with a deep crimson, creamy textured lipstick. My lips were pursed into an "O" which just made them appear more kissable. I thought I looked like a real live Barbie doll and then I noticed my earrings. My ears had been pierced and long dangling gold earrings hung down from each lobe. I raised a hand to my ear lobes and saw my long nails. They were colored a beautiful pearlescent red and had swirls of gold and small diamonds encrusted in them. I was very faint for a moment, and then I realized with a start that I was having an orgasm. I sat in the beautician's chair lost in the heavenly feeling. It wasn't at all like the orgasms I knew as a man. It seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me and it went on and on in waves of pleasure. When it was over I realized that it had only lasted a few seconds. I looked around but no one seemed to have noticed my condition. Miss Gilda took me by the hand and helped me up from the chair. I was in a daze as I went into the dressing room to put on my skirt and blouse. I took off my now soaked panties then took the pair of dry panties from my purse and put them on. I pulled my pantyhose up my smooth waxed legs. I put my blouse, skirt and jacket back on then my high heels. I swayed out of the dressing room and headed towards the door. "Bye Missy, I hope we see you again soon," said Miss Gilda. Several of the other women in the salon looked towards me as I walked towards the door. I thought I saw envy in their eyes, but thought I had to be mistaken. As the door to the salon closed behind me I heard Nancy's voice say, "Here's our Missy now." I looked up to see her standing there in the lobby with Cathy and Shelly. She let out a low whistle as I came close. "That Miss Gilda really is a miracle worker," she exclaimed. Cathy and Shelly were staring at me in disbelief. Finally Cathy said, "Missy, you really are a knockout, girl." Shelly just nodded in agreement and looked at me with a lascivious smile. Then the women parted and from between them stepped "Mr. Catch." "Missy," said Nancy, "this is an old friend of mine who is just dying to meet you." The tall, handsome man came forward and took my hand. "Missy," he said, "it's always a pleasure to meet one of Nancy's girls. I hope we can get to know each other better. Perhaps over dinner later?" I heard a soft feminine voice say, "I'd love to." It took me a few moments to realize that the voice had been mine. As we returned to the conference room for the afternoon session of the seminar I was having some very unusual feelings for a young man. But I guess that for a young man in woman's lingerie and business suit who had just come from the beauty parlor my feelings were not so strange at all. The afternoon flew by and I don't think I remember a word of what was said at the seminar. All I could think about was my date for later that evening with "Mr. Catch." I knew his name now but I couldn't help but think of him still as "Mr. Catch." The other women noticed how distracted I seemed and teased me about it when we went to the ladies room during a break. "Missy," said Nancy, "you are acting like a love sick schoolgirl." "Yes Missykins," said Cathy. "Do you need to go to your room for some dry panties? Hmmm?" Shelly took me by the hand and said, "You're such a lucky girl Missy, he's so handsome, and such a gentleman too. How much longer will it be until you're 'Mrs. Catch?'" They kept teasing me this way. My newly pierced ears were throbbing a little and I couldn't seem to do anything in my long beautiful red nails. Even holding a pen required that I use a different and very unnatural grip. I snapped back, "I've had just about enough of this! You all seem to be forgetting that I'm a man. I'm only dressed this way to save my job!" Nancy came over to me. She slapped me. I was shocked. She took me by the hand and marched me across the lobby and out of the hotel. We were downtown and the streets were filled with people. As some of the men passed they leered at me in a predatory way. The women looked at me coldly. There were some hookers standing there and they eyed me as if in appraisal. "You just settle down right now Missy," she said, "I want that account, and you had better do what it takes to get it or I will notify the home office that you have been fired and the hotel front desk of the same thing. You will have to check out of the hotel immediatly Missy. Are you really ready to be kicked out of this hotel dressed as you are right now? How long do you think you would last out here on these streets?" I was terrified at the prospect. I didn't even have enough money to buy a plane ticket home. I begged Nancy to forgive me and I told her that I would do anything she asked. I was almost in tears before she finally relented and said, "That's better Missy, You just do as I say and everything will turn out just fine." We went back into the hotel and back to the seminar. If I had misgivings before I was really stirred up now. This thing had gone way beyond my dressing up for a day or two. I was being feminized by Nancy. I could see that now. Some of the changes she was making to my body were permanent. I began to suspect that she had other motives. Something else was disturbing to me. I was beginning to like being Missy. A big part of me was looking forward to being dressed up in beautiful long hair, a dress, heels and hose, and going out on a date with a handsome gentleman. I wondered about what would happen at the end of the date. When I thought about it I imagined my date kissing me goodnight as he pulled me close. I imagined his hands caressing my plump, round, rear. I suddenly realized that I was very aroused. Nancy noticed and frowned in disapproval. I had to pull in my stomach and arch my back so that my hard cock would not show through my skirt. I was glad when the afternoon session was over and we went up to our rooms. "Don't get too comfortable Missy," said Nancy. "You and I have a little shopping to do before your date. You're going to need some help with your girlish figure and I know just the place to get what you need." I touched up my makeup in front of the mirror before we went out. As I sat at the vanity I could feel my silky pantied rear and I marveled once again at how sensous women's clothing was. Soft and sleek. Cool and airy. Nylon and lace. Nancy came to my door to get me and we were off. We got into a cab and Nancy gave the driver an address. We drove for a few minutes and then pulled up in front of a little shop. In the window there were Mannequins in lingerie, one in a pretty black maids uniform, and girdles on torso displays. The sign said DuPrissy Lingerie Shoppe. We entered the shop and when we did Nancy spoke for a moment to the owner, a tall, buxom brunette, named Rene. After a moment Rene went to the door and put a closed sign up. I was informed that I was to have a private fitting. I followed Nancy and Rene to a side of the store where there were comfortable chairs and many mirrors. Nancy sat down but indicated to me that I should remain standing. I took off my jacket, skirt and blouse and pantyhose then Rene began to bring me what seemed like an endless procession of foundation garments. Nancy sat in a chair and had me model each item for her in front of the mirrors. I tried on waist cinchers, all in ones, longline bras, and girdles of every description from panty girdles to old fashioned playtex longline girdles with zippers up the side. But as I tried on each new garment Nancy always said, "No, try something else." Finally we seemed to reach the end. I thought that Nancy would pick one of the girdles I had tried and make me wear it. But no. "None of those will do Missy." She turned to Rene and said, "I guess we will have to try a corset." Rene went into the back of the shop and then brought out a red satin corset with long garters. It had heavy boning and didn't look to me like it would be too uncomfortable. Little did I know. I raised my arms above my head and the owner began to lace me into my corset. I got the hooks in the front closed . The corset was very tight and as she laced up the back it got much tighter. I could feel a shallowness when I tried to breath. She continued to tighten the laces and the pressure became intense. Finally she seemed satisfied and tied off the corset laces. Her hands lingered on my pantied rear for a moment. When I looked in the mirror I saw that I now had a narrow waist and a woman's wide hips and protruding ass. As I got dressed I noticed that I could no longer bend at the waist but had to daintily bend at the knees to reach the floor. When I tried to walk my hips swung wide. It was the most natural motion for me now in the tight corset. "Now Rene," said Nancy. "We need something for her top. Poor Missy is not very well endowed you see. Panties won't do for padding if your date holds you close Missy." "I have just the thing," said Rene and she reached into a case and removed several boxes. First she handed me a pink underwire bra to put on. I was alarmed as it seemed to be a C cup bra. Even I knew enough about bras to know that that was a bit large. I was really shocked when Nancy came up behind me and unhooked the bra I was wearing in front of Rene. "Never mind Missy, said Rene, "I've seen girls of all shapes and sizes." She and Nancy began to laugh as if at some private joke. I put on the bra that Rene had given me and then from another box Rene took out a pair of silicone breast forms. She brought them over and fitted them into my bra. As they warmed to the same temperature as my skin they quickly started to feel real. As I walked the jiggled provocatively. They had very prominent nipples. "There's just one more small detail," said Nancy. She held out a lycra brief to me. "Go into the dressing room and put this on under your panties," she said, "we don't want any repeat performances of this afternoon Missy. Now do we?" No I did not. I went into the changing room and took off my panties. I pulled the lycra brief up my smooth legs and when it was pulled up and I was all tucked in I put my panties back on. I was amazed at how feminine it made my body, and the feeling of my nylon panties sliding across the lycra on my butt every time I moved along with the jiggle of my breasts was incredible. I sat down to put on my stockings. In my corset I had to sit very straight. I pulled on the nylons and attached the garters. I loved the way my legs felt in the nylons. They were so much more fun than pantyhose. When I put on my skirt I was amazed how easily it fit, I had to use my belt to pull it in a little. When I turned in the mirror I saw that I know had the hips and rear end of a woman, large and round with a narrow waist. My tummy was flat and my skirt fell so as to give just a hint of the feminine "V" it concealed. I now had breasts that were much larger than before and seemed to really be a part of me. My nipples shown through my blouse and I blushed as I closed my jacket over them. Nancy and I said goodbye to Rene and she hugged me. "Come back anytime honey," she said. After another short cab ride we were back at our hotel. Walking through the lobby with my round hips swinging wide and my breasts bouncing was a new experience. I had to work to keep from being too wiggly. Men were turning thier heads and Nancy was smiling broadly at me. When we got in the elevator she said to me, "You had better learn to control that sexy body of yours Missy. You were driving the men wild with your 'Jayne Mansfield" walk'." I was shattered. Now even my own body was starting to be beyond my control. We went to my room and I took of my jacket, blouse and skirt. Nancy brought the little black dress from the closet. I slipped it over my head and it just fit. It had a rather high neckline in front and back but was flirtatiously short. The hem just covered the tops of my nylons. My breasts were large and round and my nipples were there for anyone to see. I put on my black pumps and then Cathy did my makeup for evening. She just added a bit to my look from the salon and made my eyes much more dramatic for evening. Shelly came into my room and sprayed me with some heavenly perfume. She handed me a small beaded bag and when I looked inside I found makeup, tampons, and condoms. I looked up at Shelly but she just winked at me. I blushed crimson red as I snapped the purse closed. There was a knock on the door and I heard Nancy talking to someone. "Missy, your date is here," she called out. Shelly and Cathy went into a frenzy of primping and fussing over me. Finally they stood back and I went to meet my date. He took my hand gently as I entered the room and then held the door for me to leave. "Have a good time you two, and don't worry about having Missy in too early. Tomarrows seminar starts late so she can sleep in," said Nancy. My date put his hand on my waist as we walked to the elevator. He told me he understood if I was a little shy and didn't talk much. He told me he could talk enough for both of us. We went to a romantic restaurant for dinner by candlelight. He ordered us an expensive wine and after a few glasses I began to feel warm and fuzzy. I began to lean closer to him as he talked. After dinner we went to a nightclub and he asked me to dance. When I pressed my breasts to him during a slow dance he held me close for a moment and I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. We drank and laughed and danced some more and soon it was late and we were on our way back to the hotel. In back of the cab we kissed in the dark . He was very patient and gentle with me and I felt like a woman in every way. I touched his firm rod with my dainty hand. He was huge. I wanted to be his woman. We went upstairs and to the door of my room. He asked me if we could see each other again the next night and I nodded my assent demurely. He took me in his arms and we kissed again but then he said "Good Night, Missy." I was shocked. I was almost ready to ask him if he wanted to come into my room when he turned on his heel and was gone. I opened my door with trembling fingers and went inside. I sat at the vanity and looked in the mirror. There was no trace of my male self there. There was only a pretty, somewhat bewildered woman in a black dress. The other women heard me come in and began to filter into my room with a million questions. They helped me undress and Nancy unlaced my corset. I put on my nightgown and we all sat around and talked. I told them about what had happened. "He's just being a gentleman honey, you don't see that every day," said Shelly. "That's right Missy," said Cathy. "Besides are you the kind of girl who sleeps with a man on the first date?" "I think she is," said Nancy with a sneer. I didn't know what to think. I had never been attracted to men before. Why was Missy falling in love with one? I took off my makeup and applied some lotion to my hands. Cathy and Shelly said goodnight and went back to thier rooms to go to bed. Nancy lingered in my room. "Come with me Missy," she said. I arose in my marabou slippers and followed her into her suite. We sat and she made us a drink and she began to speak. "I know you expected more from your date tonight Missy. I am sure you don't really understand why. I know your date well and I can assure you that your second date won't end like the first." "Missy, do you have any idea what might happen then?" Nancy asked me. I had to admit to her that I did not. I had an idea but it was a murky thing that was not filled with much detail. "I'm going to help you get ready," said Nancy. "Go get into my bed." I did as she told me and curled up in her big bed in my short chiffon nightie. Nancy turned down all the lights and went into the bathroom. My head was spinning at the events of yet another day in dresses and my old self seemed far away. I was having trouble even remembering his face. I saw the bathroom door open and in the split second before Nancy shut off the light I could see her silhouetted in the doorway. She had something like a harness around her waist and as she turned I saw a long shadow. The light went out and she came to the bed. Nancy began to kiss me. As my eyes adjusted to the light I could see that she was wearing a latex dildo. She guided my head down to it untill I had the tip in my mouth. Nancy had me suck her latex cock. As I was doing that she had begun to lubricate my ass. "I want to be the first in your sissy pussy, Missy," she said. She began to work her fingers in. First one then two. As I relaxed it started to feel good. Nancy had me move to the center of the bed on my back and then she put a pillow under my hips. She took my ankles into her hands and raised my legs up into the air and there I was, in a position of total submission to her. She began to