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Transformation in Reno - By DeeWet
John and I met at a party. I had just moved to take a new job on the west coast and he
worked for a large law firm. We talked for a while over wine and he offered me a free
ticket to the Lakers on Friday.
We had a great time at the game and began to go to other sporting events and dinner.
Now, I wasn't gay and thought nothing of our dates. I guess date was not the right word
since we were just two guys going out together.
When he sent me an airline ticket to Reno, I hesitated, wondering if this was developing
into something else besides a friendship. He stood about 6'5'' and against my 5'4" 130
pounds he seemed overwhelming sometimes and once he did mention that it was too bad
that I wasn't a girl. Then we wouldn't get the stares from people wondering if we weren't
a gay couple.
With the ticket was a note from him saying that he had just won a huge case and wanted
to celebrate in Reno with me. Would I meet him there? He promised that it would be a
week that I wouldn't forget.
So here I am, on a Southwest flight to Reno. The plane just stopped at the gate and people
are moving around getting their luggage. I feel very strange taking the ticket and having a
man spend money on me. I can't explain it, but I almost feel feminine as I wait to get off
the plane.
As I follow the passengers off the airplane, my heart is beating hard. I try to take a deep
breath to try and calm myself, but it doesn't work.
I look around for him at the gate but he isn't there. Should I go to get my luggage? Will
he be there?
My luggage comes around the carrousel and he still isn't there to meet me. I start to get
worried, then I see a tall blond woman holding a sign with my name.
She smiles strangely as I tell her that I'm Terry. She insist on carrying my bags to the
waiting limo. Again, I feel feminine walking behind her with nothing in my hands.
The driver of the limo waits with the door open for me. They put my bags into the trunk
and before she follows me into the limo, I hear her say something to the driver that makes
no sense to me. "Don't worry about his bags. He won't be needed those clothes this
week."
I wonder what she means by that. Is that crazy guy buying me a new wardrobe to go with
a free vacation?
She introduces herself as Nina and tells me that her job is to get me ready for a great
week. I ask her what that means as we pull out of the airport but instead she pours a glass
of campaign. I take the drink and down it fast, looking to calm my racing nerves.
She just stares at me as I drink two more glasses. Finally, after about fifteen minutes the
car stops. I look at the window and see that we have pulled in front of a place called the
Glamour and Transformation boutique.
I am handed an envelope. In it is a note from John.
Terri
As you said, we have been having a good time together. If you were a girl we
might become more than friends. I have never had these feelings for a man
before, but I know they are real. I also know that it would be easier if one of us
was a girl and seeing that you are over a foot smaller than me, it makes sense for
you to be that girl. Nina is there to help you make the transformation. I'm not
asking you for anything sexual, just to be a girl that I can wine and dine this
week. That way we can be together with no stares. Well, maybe some at you,
because I know you will make a very pretty girl.
If this isn't for you, just tell Nina to take you back to the airport. No hard
feelings.
I was afraid to look up from the letter to Nina. She knew already what he wanted from
me. That is why she made the comments about my clothes.. The car idles patiently as I
re-read the note several times.
"You'll make a splendid girl," says Nina.
A long time ago, when I was just starting high school and only 4'10" and weighed maybe
80 pounds, I used to fantasize about being a girl instead of a boy. The world is tough on
a small boy with girlish features so I spent most of my time alone. If I had been a girl, it
would have been so much better. Surely, I would have been popular.
I wasn't sure what I should do. No way was I ready to turn gay and have sex with him,
but then, if we didn't go that far what would be the harm. Maybe I would find out that I
like being dressed and acting like a girl.
"Could I pull it off?"
Nina points out the window. "With their help and me, I'm positive that no one will
know."
She opens the door and steps out of the car. I'm still not sure what to do, but when she
holds out her hand I take it and let her lead me into the transformation shop. The staff is
waiting for me.
There are three women, all a little overweight, but their faces and hair are beautiful. I
look around nervously and see that I'm the only customer. That helps me relax a little,
but it's very embarrassing as they all smile knowingly at me. I thought to change my
mind, but one of the women grabs my arm and guides me toward a back room.
"You look like a deer caught in the headlights," she says. "Relax and let us take care of
everything. You're going to be so happy with the results."
I look around the room and it seems to be a very nice beauticians workplace. The colors
are all soft pinks and purples. Soft music plays.
"Now lets take off those clothes and get started."
I don't know if it is the music or her voice, but I'm beginning to relax. A sense of
submissiveness flows into me as I decide to enjoy the experience and trust what John has
planned for me.
"The nasty underwear too," she says.
I pull the underwear down to me ankles and step out. I dare not look in her eyes as she
sees how small I am down there.
"Take it," she softly says. I look up and she is holding out a silky pink robe to me. I
thankfully take it from her and put it on to cover my embarrassment.
The next she does is to take me to another room that is obviously a spa. One of the other
women is waiting by a bubble filled sunken tub. She has on a black plastic dress on and
rubber gloves. Her blond hair is long and looks bright against the slickness of her black
dress.
The woman in the black dress steps over to me and takes my long black hair out of the
ponytail. She pushes it up under a pink shower cap. Without a word, but with a warm
smile she takes me to the tub.
The water is very hot and I instinctively try to rise up out of the tub, but her hand is firm
as she pushes me deeper into the water. Soon I grow use to the water and any doubts I
have seem to slid away into the scented water. After a while I drift into a semi-sleep.
The world seems distant as the woman in the plastic dress washes my manhood away.
I step out of the bath to find that all my body hair is gone and my skin in rosy and
smooth. I spend a few moments rubbing the softness of my legs, before I am led to a
hairdressers chair back in the other room.
The chair is fully reclined so I am actually lying down. They remove my pink robe.
"Raise you hip, darling," says one of the women.
Totally submissively, I do as asked and she slides a thick towel underneath my butt.
Then lifts the front of the towel to dry me. At least that is what I think she is doing, but
surprising she pulls the towel tight around me. I try to lift my head but another woman
pushes me down. "This is just a diaper so we don't have to worry about getting you to
the bathroom as we work on you."
For some reason that doesn't bother me. I even lift my hips again without being asked
when she slides some plastic pants on me. The combination of the fluffy diaper and
protection of the plastic feels wonderful and before I realize what is happening I wet
myself. The warm liquid running down the side of my hips and along my balls to puddle
in the crack of my butt before being absorbed by the diaper
"Looks like we got those on you just in time."
My face burns with embarrassment. I just wet my diaper like a baby in front of several
women.
The woman that had pushed down my head is now rubbing something on my chest. To
take the baby thing further they give me a baby bottle of juice to drink.
Now I am being fitting with rubber life like looking breast. "I'm using the seven day
glue," says on of the woman, but she really isn't talking to me. They are talking with each
other now as if I was a baby that didn't need to be told what is happening.
She stuck the boobs on me and then pushed me to sit up. She started playing with them
to see if the were firmly in place. I could believe this.
"How do I get these off?" I asked.
I only got a smile for an answer and then they moved the back of the chair up so that I
was now sitting. They began to work on my hair as they put it into tight curlers. This
and the make up took several hours and two more baby bottles. I was very happy to have
the diaper on during this time.
When they finished by putting a light pink polish on my fake nails, they finally show me
the results in the mirror. I'm stunned. Looking back at me is a pretty girl with her long
curly black hair hanging down on soft shoulders. They had put a pink bow in my hair.
"Why the little girl look?" I ask. I expected to look like a hot woman.
"It's what we are being paid to make you."
This makes me start to wonder about John.
They start dressing me. First, I am put into a very tight pink corset. They still hadn't
removed my diaper or pink plastic pants.
"Lean over the chair and take a deep breath."
Before I can exhale, they pull the laces of my corset tight.
"I can't breath."
"Sure you can," says a woman. "Just take small ones."
I find by doing that I can breath.
Before they dress me more, the chair is lowered.
"Lie on your stomach."
I do what they ask and they remove my diaper and plastic pants. I then feel something
cold and slick at my butt hole. Next, something is inserted.
"We need to make sure that you are clean for your man."
I start to rise. I'm not stupid I know what she means.
Someone grabs my wrist and they are strapped down to the table. "Just relax."
I feel warm water filling me. When it seems like I'm about to burst, they stop the water.
Suddenly I feel something swelling in me.
"That will help you keep it in you for a while."
I'm forced to lie on the table for several minutes as the enema solution works on my
bowels. I feel cramps and plead for relief.
They release the enema nozzle from me and unclamp my wrists. I hurry to the bathroom,
desperately holding my asshole closed. Despite everything, I do leak a little down my leg
before I fall on the toilet.
They all watch as I expel everything from my bowels.
"Do you think she needs another?"
"I don't think so."
"Now get off there and bend over."
I can see that she is holding a tampon. "This is to protect you pretty panties from any
leakage."
I reluctantly bend over and she rams the tampon home. She pulls on the string to make
sure that it is in tight.
They next have me put on a gaff as they push my equipment out of sight. I now am flat
in the front.
The panties are satin white with little red hearts. They fit me perfectly. I am then made
to step into very fluffy petticoat trimmed in red. When she pulls it up to my waist I'm
amazed by how far it stands out.
The dress is satin red with white polka dots. It fall down to just above my knees, but is
not long enough to cover the bottom of the petticoat. Instead of hose, she puts ruffled
socks and black Mary Jane shoes on my feet. Now I think back to John's note and realize
that he said I would make a great girl not woman.
All the women gather around to look at me and several take pictures.
Right then Nina comes into the shop.
"She is perfect!" cries Nina.
"I can't go out looking like this," I say.
"We almost forgot," said one of the ladies. She picks up a spray bottle and tells me to
open my mouth. I do and she sprays a thick mist into my throat.
"Now ask that question again," she says.
I ask again, but this time my voice sounds like a girl's.
They all clap.
"He's waiting outside," says Nina.
"Where can we go with me dressed like a little girl?"
"A very special party," answered Nina.
The women all wish me luck and one of them whispers in my ear. "Be sure to swallow.
Men love that."
I stop at the front door. It is one thing to play games in the safety of this shop, it is
another thing to step outside. Nina helps me with the decision as she takes my hand and
pulls me out into the sunlight.
John is standing on the curb and by his wide smile, I believe he likes what he sees. Any
hesitation I felt about being his girl, disappears. Standing there in a dress, petticoat,
panties and long curly hair changes the way I can look at him. I now can think of him as
a man. A man I want to please. He holds out his hand like a gentleman and helps me into
the Limo. He follows and sits very close to me.
"Why the little girl clothes?" I ask.
"I can get women if I want," he replied. "I want you to be my little sissy."
He lifted my skirts to look at my panties. "I told them to keep you in diapers."
I squirmed a little on the leather seat and could feel the tampon in my rear move some.
"How far are we going with this," I softly asked in my new girl voice.
For an answer, he put my little hand on his crotch. I could feel that he is excited.
"I'm not sure."
"You have no choice," he replies. "I have all your clothes locked away except for the girl
clothes waiting at the house we are renting." He squeezes my hand. "When you stepped
into the transformation shop you gave yourself over to me for the week. You'll be my
sissy, diapered slave until Saturday."
How stupid was I not to see the trap. It was so seductive that I kept me eyes closed to the
signs. He was right. I'm trapped! Surprisingly, I find this very exciting. Being trapped
means that I'm not responsible for what I'm forced to do.
I see that the windows of the limo are heavily tinted. "What do you want me to do,
Daddy?" I make my voice sound scared.
He smiles and pulls down his zipper. I reach over and softly pull his large penis through
the hole in his boxer shorts. After being used to seeing my little equipment, his seems
huge. I wonder how I can do this without choking.
"This is going to be so much fun, Terri," he says. "I've dreamed of you being my sissy
since we first met. At night I would dream about you wrapping those lovely lips around
me."
I get off the seat and kneel in from of him. I look into his eyes as I lower my waiting wet
mouth over the top of his cock. He moans and I take the whole thing into me. A sissy
moan escapes from me as his cock fills my mouth. This is so good. I can't believe I'm
riding in a limo, dressed as a girl while I suck my friend's cock. My own little penis is
hard in my panties as I work on his shaft, moving my lips up and down it's length.
I can feel him growing bigger, but his explosive orgasm surprises me. I didn't expect this
much cum as he sprayed my throat. As fast as I can, I try to swallow it all. The taste
pushes me over the edge and I come in my white satin panties.
He pulls me off his spent cock. I sit back on my heels and swallow the last drops of his
semen. I am all wet and sticky from coming in my panties. He sees this and picks up the
phone in the car.
"Nina, Terri made a mess in her panties. Meet me at the party with some diapers and
plastics pants for our new diaper slave."
He tells me to lie down on the floor with my hands behind my back. I have no choice so
I do what my new master says. He puts my wrist in cuffs and I'm told to open my mouth
which he fills with a ball gag.
I lie there helplessly as we head to this unknown party. My head swims with thoughts on
what might be next for this sissy diaper slave.
More to come later?.
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