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Intimacy ? by: Bea "Miss Matson will see you now, Mr. Ellis, but she's asked me to tell you that she has a busy schedule this morning and will not be able to spare you much time." I looked at this perfect example of a modern secretary. Immaculate, frozen faced, and dressed in a most conservative ? but extremely feminine style. Wanted to put her in her place ? SO badly, but knew that I was in no position to annoy anyone in Gloria Matson's employ, so smiled as nicely as I could. "Thank you very much," I said humbly. She looked down her nose at me and flipped her head in a sideways motion to indicate that I was to go in to Gloria's office. I edged past her into where Gloria sat making notes on a paper on her desk in front of her. "Yes? What do you want?" she asked rudely, without even looking up, before her secretary had enough time to shut the door behind me. I flushed. "Gloria? I received your letter this morning. We need to talk. Please?" She stopped writing and put her pen down. Looked up at me. "NEED to talk? Harold? Maybe YOU need to talk to me ? but I don't see ME needing to talk to you!" "Well, some professional courtesy wouldn't be amiss!" I retorted, my face reddening. "My goodness! The little bunny has a temper, does he?" she said, openly sneering. "Now as I heard Edna tell you, I don't have much time for you. But I can make some ? if you wish?" Gloria Matson is a high priced attorney with a mind like a steel trap ? absolutely beautiful in a dark Mediterranean way. Always impeccably dressed, no hair out of place, obviously rich from the custom designed jewelry she wears ? not chunky ? but sleek and expensive ? like her. Frankly speaking, she scares and intimidates me normally ? and at that moment, she held my career in her hands ? and knew it. Knowing that retreat was my only viable option, I softened my tone. "That would be very nice if you could do that Gloria. I'd really appreciate it." She gave me a predatory smile. "I'll tell you this up front. I'm going to humiliate you. Really put you down. I've looked forward to doing something like this to you for a LONG time and I want you to know this before I start. You understand what I'm saying? Accept this?" I could see there was no give in her. Nodded. "Very well. Both of us know why you're here and both of us know that I'm the one person in this world that can help you. You have been very naughty Harold so, know what I want you to do for a start?" She paused, looking at me intently. Pointing at the corner of her office diagonally across from her desk she told me, "Go over there and stand in the corner. I'll let you know when you can come out again. Now?" she jerked her thumb. "GIT!" I looked at her in amazement. She meant it! Licked my lips. Swallowed. "You gotta be kidding. Come on Gloria. Stop with this nonsense. Huh?" A look of unholy glee crossed her face as she saw my weak indecision. Somehow knew that I would do as she said. Showed her teeth as she bared her lips. "You weakling! You namby pamby weakling! Go and stand in the corner! Or leave this office and never come back. NOW!" I had no choice. Went over to a corner and stood there. "Face INTO the corner!" she barked. I did. She actually kept me standing there for almost an hour! An hour in which she chatted with friends on the telephone, ordered some clothes the same way ? made it very obvious that I was less important to her than any of these minor chores. Then she called through to her secretary. "Edna? Do you have a moment please?" I heard Edna come in to the office. "Yes Miss Matson?" From the way her voice changed I got the impression she saw me and was enjoying my discomfiture. "Grab a chair. Make yourself comfy. Is there any coffee in the machine?" "Yes. Would you like me to get you a cup?" "No. Not yet. Harold?" I breathed a sigh of relief, my legs were killing me! I turned around. "Yes Gloria?" "I did NOT tell you to turn around! Face back into that corner! And from now on? I'm MISS Matson to you! Understand?" Shamefaced at allowing myself to be talked to in this manner, I turned around again. "Yes, Miss Matson." I said meekly. Was sure I heard a giggle from Edna. "Very well! Now you can come and stand over here in front of my desk!" The humiliation was so intense that I felt the tears come into my eyes. Gloria's keen eyes saw this immediately. "Would you just LOOK at this pussy, Edna. Crying! Like a goddam woman!" She pointed to a spot on the floor. "Stand there ? and while you're at it? Clasp your hands in front of you and place them down over your lap. That's how maids stand when talking to their mistresses. That's how you will stand when I address you from now on. Good!" She turned to Edna. "Isn't he just the nicest, softest, marshmallow? Standing there, just waiting for his mistress to tell him what to do?" Edna giggled, then Gloria turned her attention back to me. "Tell you what pussy. Go to the outer office there and get me and Miss Edna a cup of coffee. You'll find a tray there. Both of us like our coffee black. Don't dawdle! Off you go!" I reddened at what I was about to say. "Yes Miss Matson ? but is there a bathroom I can use? Please?" She smiled gleefully, "Pussy need a wee wee?" I nodded, shame faced. "Okay ? you can use ours. It's a LADIES room. You won't mind using it, I trust?" "No, Miss Matson." "Very well! But if you are going to tinkle in a Ladies? Please sit down like one. Can I trust you to sit and pee like a good girl?" "Yes Miss," I said ? so desperate that I'd have promised the moon.. She waved her hand in dismissal and I rushed into their private bathroom ? which WAS very feminine in it's set up. Sat down as requested, and relieved myself. This turned out to be more difficult than I had anticipated because I had an erection, and it took me some desperate mental exercises to get it down to where I could pee satisfactorily. When I finally came out, I saw the coffee machine and the tray. Set up the two cups ? and saucers and filled them with the aromatic brew that was in the machine. Took them into the ladies ? who regarded my approach with bright, shining, predatory eyes. Took their coffees from me with polite 'thank you's', then settled back in their chairs, waiting for me to return to my servant's stance. "You were very naughty ? stealing all that money from your poor old clients, weren't you?" Gloria said after taking a sip of her coffee. I felt my knees almost buckle. "Gloria! You know I wouldn't . . " "Oh hush, you silly pansy! I know damn well you don't have the smarts to pull that scam!" I was thoroughly confused. "Well then, why are you treating me this way? You have been very mean . ." and to my own outrage, felt the tears begin to well in my eyes again. "Dearie? The perception one gets from reading all the documentation is that you ARE guilty. Your partner ? Dorothy? That ditzy blonde that everyone takes for a lamebrain? It was her. But she's got that audit trail leading ALL the way back to you ? your offshore accounts in the Cayman islands ? your sweet little partnerships? None of which contain any money of course. Did you just sign EVERY goddam piece of paper she put in front of you ? you stupid idiot?" "I trusted her!" I wailed, "But if you KNOW she's the guilty one? Why are you coming after ME?" "Because sweetie? You're easy meat, she's not. The way things are? I can get most of the money from you ? but don't have a hope in hell of getting it from Dorothy unless I get your cooperation. I mean to say, what jury would ever find someone like her guilty? So listen up. Here's what is going to happen dearie. I'm buying your share in your partnership with her. Once I'm in? She'll end up refunding most everything she's stolen back into the proper places. Then? I'll resell you your share in the partnership ? at a considerable discount of course, I'll tell you up front." She smiled at me like a Cheshire cat. Sighed happily and took another sip of her coffee. I felt relief surge through me. Okay, my stupidity was going to cost me, I knew, being fully aware that if money was involved, Gloria was going to pocket a good percentage of it ? but at least my family name wasn't going to be dragged through the mud. "Okay Gloria. Thanks. I know I deserve to be. . ." "MISS MATSON you silly cow!" she snarled loudly, almost spilling her coffee. "I'm terribly sorry Miss Matson," I groveled. "I forgot. But may I ask how long this will take?" She shrugged, calmer now, "How long? A year ? maybe two." "A YEAR!" I squealed. "But what am I to do in the meantime?" "Work for me, silly! What do you expect? I'm buying you out ? amn't I?" "But I'm not a lawyer," I said slowly. "You're not much of anything!" she said snidely. "But I'll make you my Associate in the running of the office here." "That's very kind of you Glo ? Miss Matson," I said. She waved her hand airily, "Don't thank me, sweetie. It's Edna here you'll be reporting to." "But doing . . what, exactly?" I asked. "Whatever she tells you, I'd imagine. I trust her implicitly ? and anything she tells you to do? I want you to see it as word coming directly from God ? namely me." Both women smirked. Gloria sniggered some more. "Now that I think of it? You DO see me as some sort of goddess I hope?" I tried to make light of it. "Of course! How else?" "Let's see," she said, getting up out of her chair and walking to right in front of me where she stopped. "Get down on your knees!" she purred. "Show some respect for your new goddess." "Please miss Matson. Please don't . . ," I started to say, but she smiled and put a hand on my shoulders, gently forcing her hand downwards.. "Down you go! There you are. That's it!" she exulted as I slowly sank to my knees. "Now? Take my shoes off!" she commanded. She had very elegant feet and shoes whose glossy perfection and obvious workmanship indicated a very high price tag. Carefully, I took each of her silken ankles in turn, lifted them and removed the shoes. "Now kiss my feet sweetie! Nice big sucky kisses! Take my toes into your mouth and suck on them real good! I'll enjoy it more if you slobber a little bit." She made me perform this subservient act while she stood ? and had a conversation with Edna about some movie she'd seen a few nights before. Then, she finally patted me on the head as if I were a pet. "That was very nice sweetheart. Did you enjoy that?" "Yes Miss," I mumbled. "But isn't Edna your new boss? Don't want to disrespect her, do you?" "No ma'am" "Very good! So why don't you crawl over to her and do the same thing, huh?" I did start to cry as I crawled over the office floor and performed the same act for Edna, the only difference being that she was not quite as elegantly shod ? remaining seated, and constantly wiggling her toes inside my mouth and sighing with pleasure as I attended to her. To humiliate me further, Gloria came and sat beside her ? and put her feet up on my back as if I was a footstool! Finally, I was allowed to leave the office after signing some papers ? which Gloria refused to let me read. "Just sign those sweetie. Please don't try to read them ? they'll just confuse your pretty head! And when you get here tomorrow ? eight o'clock SHARP! Report to Edna. She'll tell you what to do." Emotionally exhausted I arrived home about an hour later. Pamela, my lovely sweet wife, was there to greet me. Looked at me and gave me a lovely, sympathetic hug. "Oh dear! You've been crying. Was it that bad? Here, come sit beside mummy and tell her all about it." "It was awful! Really awful! The way Gloria and Edna humiliated me!" I started and, as she pulled my head into her shoulder, started to weep copiously. "What did she do?" she asked dabbing at my eyes with a dainty, perfumed, handkerchief after my crying had abated. I didn't tell her everything of course ? I mean, a man has his pride don't you think? I also may have exaggerated my own responses as well, but all in all, Pamela was suitably impressed by my revised version of the actual events. "Oh, you wonderfully brave man! To suffer such indignities for me! No, NO! I cannot let you go on with this! We'll tell her to do her worst! Tell her to go to HELL!" I was SO encouraged by my wife's reaction. Felt it to be somewhat on the melodramatic side, but was strengthened by it. "No dear!" I said bravely. "It is a sacrifice I'm making, but with you by my side? I can make it ? and do so willingly!" She shook her head admiringly. "My MAN!" she said. "You may be small in stature ? but you're a GIANT in my eyes!" Then she smiled tentatively. "But dear? If you're going to go through with this? We'll have to do what Jenny suggested, don't you think? I feel just awful asking it of you. But she's been very accurate in forecasting what Gloria would do so far." "Damn lawyers! They're all monsters! Takes one to know one!" I growled. "Yes dear ? but Jenny's my friend ? she wouldn't steer us wrong. If you sign the house and bank accounts over to me? Gloria won't have a chance of laying her sticky hands on them ? and that way, when this is all over? We can simply reverse the process." A hurt look came into her eyes. "Of course ? if you don't trust me?" I felt a rush of shame for my attitude towards my loving wife. "Oh darling! Of course I trust you! Did you get all the paperwork from Jenny?" "Yes dear. They're over on the table, but are you REALLY sure you want to go through with this?" She looked at me coyly, her beautiful eyes shining. "Of course, my darling!" I said happily. I had just finished signing a mess of documents, with Pamela taking up each one into her hands as I signed it. "Well!" I said, clapping my hands. "That's that! Gloria will probably be mad ? but ask me if I care!" "My HERO!" she then said, taking me into her arms and kissing me. Not for the first time, I was surprised by the strength in her arms. Then she disengaged her lips from mine. "Oh I forgot! She called when you were on your way home. Said she'd forgotten to talk salary with you." "Guess I can discuss it with her tomorrow," I said, shrugging. "No need darling. She discussed it with me. Actually? Considering that what you're going to be doing ? a sort of assistant to her secretary? I thought her offer most generous, and accepted it for you. She's going to make out your paychecks to me ? putting them directly into my account." "I don't understand that." I said, a little put out with the idea of her discussing my salary with Gloria. "What's to understand?" she asked. "I didn't know you had a separate bank account," I said. "Well ? it WAS our joint account," she said "But didn't you just sign it over to me?" "I see. I'm sorry, just didn't think. How much is she going to pay me?" "More than enough my dear. And don't worry. I'll make sure that you get enough pocket money." Then she paused. "But something else about money I'm afraid? Please don't be angry with me darling?" She was using her little girl voice now, one that always won me over. "I never could be angry with you sweetheart!" I assured her. "Well? Gloria said that I've to take your credit cards away . . and . . you've got to tell me every cent you spend in a day." "WHAT!" I yelled. "Well sweetheart? She thinks that you're silly with money ? and now that you're working for her? She just wants me to keep an eye on you is all. I mean it sounds reasonable ? don't you think?" "I guess so . . I guess." I stammered, seeing everything that amounted to my independence being removed, item by item. "Very good then!" she smiled widely. "Now, would you go and pour us both drinks? We can drink a toast to our new arrangement!" "Okay dear . . but won't you even give me a hint about how much I'm to be paid?" Her smile dimmed. "Drinks please, pet!" I could see that she was getting a little aggravated, so took off and poured the drinks. Then she said she was a mite puckish, so I put a little tray of munchies together for her, then started making dinner. We chatted quite a long time, then I was stupid and asked her about my salary again. Her eyes got cold. "Don't you trust me darling? Frightened I'll steal your money from you?" "Oh no! It's not that at all! It's just . ." "Don't you have dishes to do dear?" she said this with a considerable amount of ice in her tone. Later on, she wandered into the kitchen when I was just about finished. She was nice enough to put some dishes away though she was somewhat distant in her manner. But after I apologized for bugging her about my wages, she returned to her normal sweet demeanor. "Wonderful! Thank you dear. We don't need to mention this distasteful subject again, do we?" "Not if you don't want to darling." I said, grateful to see myself back in my wife's good books. Was even more grateful when she took me in her arms again and kissed me. The following morning I had to wait outside Gloria's office door until Edna appeared. She opened the door, and ushered me in. Good morning Harold," she said, pleasantly enough. "You can go and put a pot of coffee on. Miss Matson likes that special mix in the cupboard there ? put six heaped measures and make a full pot. But here, before you start? I have a little present for you to wear while your doing chores here," and she pulled out a frilly, dainty little half apron of some filmy material. "Here. get this on. After you've made the coffee, I want you to dust and vacuum Miss Matson's office ? so look sharp!" "I don't really need that apron though, do I?" I replied. She just stared at me for a second without replying, then handed it to me. "Put a nice bow in the back. Think you can do that?" "Yes," I whispered. It took me some time to get over wearing such a feminine garment but I had made coffee and dusted Miss Matson's office by the time she came in. I was just beginning to vacuum when she entered. "Very good. That apron looks nice on you. But you can vacuum later. I'm expecting a client shortly. So put your vacuum away and go and get my coffee." "Yes Miss Matson," I said and was just about to leave her office when I heard Edna's voice on the intercom. Gloria? You have a Mrs. Trellis here to see you. You ready for her?" Gloria was obviously about to say yes, but stopped when she saw my expression. "Something wrong?" she asked. "She's a good friend of Pamela's" I said "and please, I don't want her to see me like this? Can I take the apron off?" "Yes ? but only if Edna okays it." "But Edna's out there with Mrs. Trellis. Please let me take it off?" "No! Find yourself somewhere to hide if it bothers you that much!" She snapped. I looked around the office. Okay, I'm very small, but there was nowhere that I could use. "But there's nowhere . ." I started. She pursed her lips impatiently and beckoned me around to her side of the desk, then rolled her chair back to reveal the depth of the well. Go in there!" she said. Lots of room for a tiny thing like you! Just think of yourself as a bunny in her burrow. In you go now ? quick!" Seconds later, she was telling Edna to let Mrs. Trellis in, as I crouched under her desk on my knees. Gloria did get up to greet her client, but then came back and sat down. As she did, she hiked her skirt up to reveal a gorgeous black satin slip, with ultra delicate lace around the hem. Then, after they had discussed what was going on, she asked Mrs. Trellis to define what she saw as the problem in her own words. Mrs. Trellis being a real chatterbox was only too happy and started in talking. As soon as she did so, Gloria kicked off one of her shoes ? and started probing at my face with it. What she wanted was immediately clear. Obediently, I took her toes into my mouth and started to lick and suck them through her nylons. To my amazement and chagrin, her right hand dropped under the desk, and hiked up her dress and slip to reveal matching black panties. Slowly, she began to finger herself. Right in front of me! When Mrs. Trellis gave signs of slowing down, Gloria let out a small sigh of contentment before getting back down to work again. Altogether I was under her desk for over twenty minutes and, once I heard Mrs. Trellis leave I slowly uncorked myself from my hiding space ? legs cramping - and immediately found myself in an entirely different form of trouble ? Edna! Her face was a little blotchy and her breathing a little fast and, to my dismay, she was holding a riding crop in one hand ? smacking it into the palm of the other ? a most disconcerting sight to see. "Where WERE you!" The words formed a question, but it was a statement more than a question. "I was hiding from Mrs. Trellis. She's a friend of ours and . . ." "Did you ASK for my permission to hide?" she snapped. I felt my knees start to shake. "No Miss Edna. I didn't have time ? and I got permission from Miss Gloria. It was her that suggested it!" "But you know that you report directly to me?" she was now speaking in a silky smooth voice. "Yes Miss Edna." "Okay? Just to remind you for next time? Drop your pants and bend over!" I paused in obeying her, just enough to infuriate her all the more. "If you don't hurry up?" she hissed, "I'll give you SUCH a hiding!" With that, she swished the crop venomously through the air! Terrified, I undid my belt buckle and the fasteners that held my pants. "Let them fall! And bend over!" As I obeyed her, from the corner of my eye I saw Gloria return from the Ladies room. "What's all this then?" she asked at the same time as the crop whistled through the air and seared my buttocks. I had not anticipated such a pain. Let out a shriek and jumped about six inches straight up into the air! Scared both women for a second, then they started laughing so hard because when I landed, I had a problem keeping my balance and with my pants down about my ankles was hopping about the office like an offended kangaroo, rubbing my posterior and weeping with the pain. "Oh dear Oh dear!" Gloria was hiccupping, "Thank god I just had a pee! But why are you punishing him Edna? He just gave me a dreamy toesuck! Wonderful!" "He hadn't told me he was going to hide, and anyway? I just felt like giving him a whipping!" Edna said, the color mounting on her face again. She whistled the crop through the air again. "C'mere you damn pansy! I want to give you another couple!" I wept and pleaded but she just pointed to a spot in front of her. "I'm not coming to you, dearie! Better get your ass over here! I was just gonna give you two more. Now? It's three. Keep fooling around, and I'm gonna raise the count some more!" They both giggled as I shuffled and hopped to where she pointed, because she wouldn't let me pull my pants up. Then I was in front of her, my backside in the air ? weeping still and pleading, when Gloria ? of all people ? saved me! "Edna? That's a pretty good welt you've raised on his buttocks. Very unsightly, don't you think?" "Can't make an omelet without breaking eggs, huh?" Edna replied, then started to take her stance again. "It must be very painful ? that crop really whistles Edna. Harold? Does it hurt?" "Oh YES! Miss Matson, it really DOES!" I whimpered. I saw her nodding sagely. "Yes, I thought so. Tell me sweetie, would you rather be hit with the crop or put over her knee and spanked?" she asked me. "A spanking! Oh YES!" I answered promptly. "Aw Gloria! That sounds okay ? but I think he's more humiliated this way!" Edna grumbled. "Well, maybe we could even it up a little?" Gloria commented. "Harold? Suppose I told you that if you come in tomorrow, dressed as you are, you'd get your punishment with the crop?" She paused for a second as if waiting for an answer. Then, getting none from me. "Or? If you were wearing nice, satiny, panties ? you'd get a spanking instead? Just by hand?" "They'd have to be PINK!" Edna stated firmly. "I think we should leave it up to Harold," Gloria said. "See Harold? Wear nice panties ? pink panties, you simply get a spanking. Don't? Edna practices her crop technique on you. That simple. Your choice. That okay by you Edna?" "I guess!" Edna said grudgingly. I looked at it this way. I could argue the point ? and get whipped by the crop. Or? Just tell them I'd wear panties tomorrow ? give myself time to think? If she whipped me tomorrow because I wasn't wearing panties? I'd be no worse off, would I? Eager to defer the punishment any way I could, I nodded, eagerly. Edna kept me busy filing and cleaning out the Ladies room and didn't punish me any more. But by the time the end of the day came, I'd reconsidered. Hey, I'd told them I'd wear panties ? and god knows what Edna would do to me if I didn't. And who was to know anyway - other than her and Gloria? Sure, it might be difficult to sneak them past Pamela ? but I did the laundry anyway, so I could probably get away with it. I wasn't too keen on the idea of buying panties ? but I could always tell the salesgirl that they were for my wife, huh? No problem. I don't know what possessed me to look in my wallet at quitting time. I nearly fainted! There was about two dollars there ? and my credit cards were all gone! Pamela must have taken them without telling me! My delectable wife greeted me with a big hug. "Hi sweetie! I've been waiting and waiting for you to tell me all about your day! Why don't you pour us drinks, then you can tell me all about it before you make dinner." "Pamela darling? You didn't leave me very much money ? and you took my credit cards. May I have some money?" "Certainly darling! But what do you need money for? And how much?" I had absolutely no idea of what panties cost ? and it suddenly dawned on me that I'd no idea where to buy satin panties either! "I lost a bet," I said, grabbing for the only explanation I could think of. "Who do you owe the money to?" she said, knitting her brows with disapproval. "I can see why Gloria had this idea to control your fiscal activities! Harold? That is disgraceful behavior!" "Edna." I quavered ? everything was going wrong! "Well, I shall have a nice long chat with Edna tomorrow! Taking advantage of her position like that!" I felt my face begin to crumple, felt tears well in my eyes. "Please Pamela. Please?" "No! Harold? I'm not being mean! This is for your own good!" She suddenly looked at me shrewdly."I have the feeling that you're telling mummy big fibs. Am I right?" "Yes Pamela," I mumbled, and the humiliations of the day overcame me again, and I started to cry. "Well, come and tell me all about it," she said kindly then took me over to the sofa. Like the previous evening she embraced me and patted my eyes with her perfumed handkerchief ? but this time, it finally dawned on me that I was sitting on her lap! Telling her all about my day ? this time a little more honestly. Her response surprised me. Yes, she was as supporting as ever ? but where I'd expected nothing but scorn from her with regard to the panties, she was as pragmatic as could be. "I don't know why you're making so much fuss about wearing panties," was the first thing she said. "You are simply playing into their hands by reacting this way!" "I don't understand Pamela. What do you mean?" "Harold! You knew yesterday that Gloria was going to humiliate you. She told you that for goodness sake! Right?" I couldn't remember telling Pamela this, but nodded in agreement. "So now they spank you ? and you act all humiliated ? and tell you to wear panties ? and you act humiliated all over again! They're just acting like bullies the world over. Do something - and get a reaction from you, so think that it was fun ? let's do it some more! And you're humiliated! Just a vicious circle!" "But what are you suggesting? That I act like I'm NOT humiliated?" "EXACTLY! Wear the panties ? but not just tomorrow ? EVERY day! I've got lots of pretty ones and can give you all that you need. Let's go and look you out some right now!" "You mean that by doing that, they'll stop?" "Oh, they'll think up something else, I'm sure ? but if you still want to keep the promises you made last night and put up with it? All you have to do is go along with what they tell you to do ? but don't let out a single PEEP about how embarrassed or humiliated you feel! Understand?" It made sense, in a convoluted sort of way ? but I was so relieved to have escaped the scorn I'd thought I'd get from Pamela that I accepted her ideas enthusiastically. She went to our bedroom while I made the drinks. When I got there with them, she had about a dozen pair of panties laid out on the bed. Happy and smiling, she kept pressing one pair after another into my hands making me say how nice they felt ? and admire the lace, etc. Actually? They did feel very nice to the touch. "You're blushing!" she accused me. "Well? It IS kinda embarrassing, you know!" I replied. "Can't have you acting like this at work tomorrow! Let's get you used to them!" she said. "Get your shoes, socks, and pants off. Let's see. Those pink ones are lovely ? and just a little shade pinker than that other pair ? these you can wear tomorrow. Okay sweetie! Panty time!" It was bad enough wearing the panties, but my embarrassment was made worst a hundredfold and she compounded that by not letting me put my other clothes on, tying me into a frilled opaque half apron that I'd never seen before, with a large bow at the back ? then made me make, serve, and eat dinner ? then clean up, with nothing but the panties and apron underneath my waist. Teasing me of course, she caressed and patted my backside often, commenting on how pretty I was. We had very good sex that night ? although I found her to be a little more aggressive than she was normally. When Edna spanked me the following day, it wasn't sore at all. She did sting my buttocks with the first slap ? which was STILL a lot less painful than the crop ? but then said that if I kicked my feet prettily and squealed, she would take things easy on me. Later, she and Gloria both commented on how well I'd emulated a girl being spanked ? but they'd noticed some hair on the backs of my thighs ? told me to borrow a depilatory from Pamela and get rid of all my body hair that night ? except to have my pubic hair formed into a heart shape ? and dyed pink! What could I do? I asked Pamela to help me ? and she was ecstatic about the results! Helped me to apply the depilatory ? even shaped and dyed the hair around my privates! Raved about how wonderful my buttocks felt under my panties afterwards! Then after we'd almost settled in for the evening, she started to giggle and, saying she had a great idea, ran off to the bedroom. When she returned, I almost fainted with desire ? she was dressed in a beautiful set of pink baby dolls and a shortie peignoir! "WOW!" I gasped as she sauntered up to me in a sexy provocative manner. "You like, sailor?" she said in a fair imitation of Marlene Dietrich. "Here! Touch me here!" "You bet doll! Wow! Do you feel nice!" I said. "You want to feel nice too?" she purred playfully. "Oh Yeah!" I replied. A little while later, she had me parading around our bedroom together ? me in my pale blue baby dolls, her in her pink ( The blue looks so masculine on you darling!" she sniggered). I'd objected of course, but she persuaded me with a very logical argument. "Look! Edna and Gloria are still embarrassing you, right? Dressing you in girl's clothes! Spanking you on your panties ? and when you act like a little girl? Taking it easy on you!" Her voice was quite scornful. "They're wanting you to act like a sissy! Making you more girly every day!" "But you said . . ," I wailed. "Oh Tush! They're introducing you to all the girlish things! But what would it be like if you actually got ahead of them? Then your reaction will be that much less, won't it?" her voice got firmer, a little angry. "Why don't you stop arguing with me! Trust me, I know I'm right! And anyway? This is also for ME! I want to feel how pretty you feel with nice clothes on! Now, let's get these baby dolls on you!" That night she taught me a lot of things I didn't know about pleasing her ? where to stroke her body and face gently ? where to caress firmly. How to use my lips, fingers and tongue to please her ? while she used the same techniques to drive me to distraction. Our lovemaking ? when she allowed it to happen, was spectacular ? her being on top as usual. When we finished, I was lying on my back, while she was propped up on one elbow, looking down on me with a strange smile on her face. She fondled some ruffles at my breasts. "My sweet little lesbian lover ? my husband!" But Pamela was correct. Gloria and Edna continued to feminize me but as I'd learned to mute my reactions ? mostly by becoming more and more feminine at home, they appeared to get less and less enjoyment from it. One day, Gloria called me into her office. Edna was there as well. Both of them were smiling. "Hi sweetie!" Gloria said. "We've just been talking about you. Finally decided on your title here." "I'm not an associate any more?" I asked. "No. We thought that Office Girl was more appropriate. More in line with what you've been doing. What do you think?" I'd been learning to accept what was done to me with equanimity, but this did shake me. "Office girl?" I mumbled. "But I'm a man." "Yes, we thought you might say that. Realize that you must get over that silly mental stumbling block you have. So first thing? We thought we'd start calling you Carole. Harold is such a masculine name, don't you think, while Carole is pretty and even sounds a lot like it. On top of that? Seeing as you're going to be the office girl ? and have a name like Carole? ? We're of the opinion that you should get your hair done properly ? in a girl's style of course ? and wear nicer clothes. We won't rush you into that aspect of course ? but start wearing a bra tomorrow, would you? And don't forget ? get some nice breast forms to fit inside it!" She saw my look of horror. "Just do as you're told dear, and don't you have some filing to do?" "Yes Miss Matson.." " Okay Carole, you can go now. But by the way?" "Yes Miss?" "Mrs. Trellis will be coming in shortly. I think you should hide again, don't you?" "If Miss Edna doesn't mind?" I said. "Of course you can hide dear! Sweet of you to ask!" Edna said. "See? When you don't fuss and act like a girl should? See how reasonable we are?" Gloria said softly. "Off with you now. I'll call you when it's time for you to come in." "Thank you Miss Matson," I said. She called me in a while later. I was surprised to see that she'd changed her skirt. Where before it had been a straight sheath in a dark color to meet her jacket, she was now in a full skirt with the hem well beneath her knees. She saw me looking. Twirled gracefully. "Like it?" "It's very pretty Miss Matson," I said. "Thought you'd like it," she said, giving me a peculiar smile. "Now into your burrow, bunny Carole. In you go!" She was talking quite nicely to me now ? but her tone was the one you'd use to a young girl. Blushing, I dropped to my hands and knees and backed in. She sat down. "Comfy Carole?" As I replied, "Yes, thank you Miss Matson," she pulled her skirt back and opened her legs until I was looking directly into her crotch. Okay Carole, come forward and put your head between my legs and lick me." "Lick you Miss Matson?" She stretched an arm under the desk and, before I knew it, she had a hold of my ear! I squealed with pain but moved my face forward until my nose was practically rubbing against her panties. Then, she closed her thighs, clamping me in place ? then pulled her long skirt down, over my head so that my head and shoulders were enclosed in it. "Now sweetie? Can you hear me alright?" I heard her say. "Yes Miss Matson, " I said, nodding my head in case she couldn't hear me. "Have you ever masturbated Carole?" I blushed and nodded. "I just wondered if sissies actually did things like that. So this time Carole? I'll give you a signal and you can stop licking me, and give me one of your wonderful 'toe-jobs'" she giggled. But this time? While you do that, I want you to enjoy yourself too. I want you to caress yourself until you come into your pretty panties ? that way I'll know you had a good time. Okay?" "But that will make a mess Miss . ." I never got the chance to finish as she reached under the desk and rapped my head with her knuckles. "Just do as you're told!" she snapped ? then rang Edna to allow Mrs. Trellis into the office. Under her skirt was pungent with a musky scent of a woman in heat and very warm. She relaxed her thigh muscles which gave me more freedom of movement, but I knew very well that a retreat was out of the question ? so proceeded to work my tongue. The air under her skirt grew even more dense and humid as she started to rub herself up against the bridge of my nose ? and then, as her undulations continued, to my amazement I felt her start to quiver as if an electric shock was running through her ? and her hands stretched down and grabbed my ears ? pulling me into her while the air filled with a strong musky odor and I knew she had come. I'm not a hundred percent sure, but there was a definite pause above me as the older woman seemed to be aware that something sexual was going on in front of her ? but had the sense - or decency ? to allow whatever it was to come to a close. Gloria had signaled she was finished by widening her thighs to free me, and I pulled back, to start working on her toes, just as she instructed. I really didn't need any reminding to then complete what she had ordered. Slowly, luxuriously, I stroked my erection through my pants as I did so, feeling the satin of my panties as I slid my erection up and down against them. I felt my eyes close slowly and came ? gushing freely ? feeling my whole front become warm and sticky as I spewed forth. When I was allowed to come out, Gloria's reasoning became clear. "Look at that MESS!" she said to Edna. "Can't have Carole walking around like that." She turned to me. "Have you no sense of office decorum young lady? I hope you have a change of clothes with you!" I was well aware that she expected me to say that I was in the mess I was simply because of what she'd told me. Having no intention of making more trouble for myself, I simply replied to her question. "No Miss Matson, I don't have any clothes here. May I go home and change?" "No, you may NOT!" Edna said indignantly. "You have work to do here!" "Didn't that girl ? the last office girl leave some clothes in her locker ? Carole's locker now?" Gloria asked. "If she did? I'll bet there's something that'll fit her in there." (Somehow? I had the feeling there would be). Later. "Isn't Carole pretty in her dress? Gloria said semi-seriously as Edna nodded agreeably. The dress in question was rather new appearing for a dress that had somehow been left in error ? and naturally, it fitted perfectly ? although it was a little large in the bust area. (To tell the truth, I was surprised that my unknown benefactress hadn't left me a bra as well). It was a print dress, rather dark background with orchids. It had a flirty skirt, with a built in slip and puffed sleeves that Claudia and Edna both swore set off my white weak arms perfectly. It fastened in the back and as Edna did the honors, Gloria said, "It'll probably be too difficult for you to undo those fasteners Carole. Maybe you can ask Pamela to help you undress when you get home?' They weren't too happy with how I walked in the dress, despite my best efforts to imitate the mincing way of walking they were demanding. Finally, Edna said, "I have an idea that'll speed this up ? we don't have all day to be fooling around teaching this little pansy how to walk like one. Stand there in front of that chair, Carole!" She went into the Ladies room and came out with something in her hands. Then she sat down in the chair and smoothed out her skirt across her lap. "Get over my knees Carole." Reluctantly, I laid myself over her knees. "But I haven't done anything wrong Miss Edna," I said pleadingly. "Silly girl! I'm not going to spank you!" But as she said this, she lifted my skirt and gave me a sharp contemptuous slap on my panties. The quickly slid them down just enough to bare my backside. "You might want to Relax, Carole," Gloria suggested as I felt Edna's finger apply some sort of cool gel around and up my backside. "Oh please ? WHAT!" I squealed as something firm and hard was inserted inside me at the rear! "Oh OH OH!" I whimpered as it was pushed deeper and deeper inside me. Then, suddenly, the incredible pressure I'd been feeling disappeared as my backside closed around the alien thing, accepting it! "There you go girlie!" Edna said, pulling my panties back into place and giving me another slap, before adjusting my skirt downwards. "Up you get!" I felt as if I had an urgent need to go to the bathroom. Instinctively, I tightened the muscles around my backside. Stood helplessly. Gloria gave me a pat on the rear. "It's okay Carole. You have a butt plug in you ? you don't need to go to the bathroom ? just walk over to the far wall and back. Let's see if Edna's idea works." They were almost in hysterics by the time they finished with me. The plug did make it nearly impossible to walk in any way but a mincing fashion, the skirts of my dress literally whipping around as I moved. But this was not enough for my tormentors ? Gloria went out and bought me some high heeled shoes and thigh high stockings. The shoes were less of a bother than I would have supposed, but the women had me walk with my left hand on my hip and my right arm held straight down at a slight angle to my body, and my hand twisted so that my palm faced forward. After Edna took her crop out to make SURE that I understood what they wanted, I learned very quickly. Then Gloria got the idea that I should help her change back into the skirt she'd worn originally ? and that I should assist her. Edna suggested that as I was acting in a Ladies maid function? An apron might be appropriate? Some minutes later, in my dark little dress and a white apron I was kneeling in front of a woman who at one time had been my social inferior, undressing her while she reminded me casually of how I'd once looked down on her ? "But you much prefer looking up like this, don't you Carole?" patting me on the head as one would a pet dog. As I had learned to do, I smiled up at her subserviently. "Oh yes Miss Matson." Early that afternoon, Gloria came to the conclusion that it would be a good idea for me to notify Pamela that I'd be needing a hairdo as well as a bra and forms being purchased for me that night. "Give her some notice you know? Why don't you call her?" When I did, Pamela's reaction astonished me. "A bra? Breast forms? A HAIRDO? A WOMAN'S hairdo! Oh, for goodness sake! Have you no pride you - you simpering little sissy? I mean, you're an Associate in a thriving law firm, aren't you?" I wasn't sure if Gloria or Edna were listening in, so had to correct the impression she was conveying that I'd keep her in ignorance about my new title. "Actually darling? Gloria thought it would be best if I got a new title . . ," I paused. "WELL? Aren't you going to tell me what it is? I don't suppose she's promoted you to Vice President?" she said, sarcasm dripping from every word. She wants me to take the name Carole ? and I'm the new office girl!" I said in a rush. There was a silence at the other end of the line for a few seconds. Then Pamela spoke again, in an amused tone. "Ah! I see? You want to look the part? Of course dear, I understand. But why don't you ask ? nicely now ? if you can have the rest of the day off? Suzette, my hairdresser? She'll be over here today ? and she can probably handle you as well. So go and ask." "Oh sure Pamela," Gloria's voice broke in on the line. "I was just listening to make sure Carole didn't forget to ask you properly. She can be quite forgetful at times. I'll send her home right now. Carole? Go and tell Miss Edna that I want you to go home! Hurry now ? like a little bunny!" She HAD been listening in to our conversation after all! Edna was very nice. "Alright dear. You can go now. No, you can't wear those nasty yucky clothes you were wearing ? that dress is much nicer. But can I say something?" "Yes, Miss Edna. Of course," I replied. "Well? Right now, you look like a man in a dress. With a little work, you might look a lot more like a girl? Not generate so much notice while you're getting to your car ? or driving home?" "Will it take long?" I whispered. "Not at all dear," she said. She was absolutely correct. Less than ten minutes later she was escorting me to my car. From somewhere she'd produced a wig, laughingly stuffed some facial tissues into the front of my dress, than applied blusher, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. My skirt swishing about me probably drew more eyes that would otherwise have been expected ? I mean I did look more like a real woman now ? but was certainly not THAT attractive ? it was the style of walking that she demanded from me that drew the stares. The women that saw me looked scornful ? the men, interested. She and I parted ? as women do ? with an embrace and a brushing of cheeks. As I made my way home, I worried. What on earth had got into Pamela? How would she react to seeing me in a dress, high heels, and makeup? In our garage, I was surprised to see a brand new Jaguar sitting in her spot. Wondered who owned it, then let myself into the house embarrassed by how my heels sounded on the hardwood floors, and ashamed at how I was walking ? even somewhat frightened that I couldn't seem to change now.. I heard her calling "Who's that?" Then she came around a corner and gasped, putting her hand to her bosom and looking frightened. "It's me! Harold!" I said. "Harold?" Then she gave me a dazzling smile! "I didn't recognize you darling!" Came and gave me a kiss. "You didn't tell me you would be wearing a dress!" she said accusingly, but with a smile to soften her words. Then she backed off. "Actually dear? You look quite good! Did I ever tell you that I loved you?" "You certainly didn't sound like it when we spoke on the phone!" I grumbled. "Oh! You poor thing! You didn't take me seriously, did you?" I blinked in surprise. "Yes, Kinda." She looked quite surprised. "But why? I wasn't sure ? thought that one of them might be listening in! And I was right, wasn't I?" "I never thought of that," I admitted. "Oh Carole! You little silly! I love you! You didn't think you're mummy would be so cruel? Surely not!" "You just called me Carole!" I protested. "So? Don't you think you should get used to that name? How do you think they'll react at the office if you don't answer to it when they speak to you? I only did that for your own good. Don't you see?" She was getting a hurt look and my heart went out to her. "I'm sorry Pamela," I said apologetically. Then, I noticed something. "Those are really striking earrings ? and is that a new ring?" She beamed a smile at me touching her ear with one finger, then fluttering her hand. "Aren't they beautiful? The ring is a flawless two carat diamond ? and the matching earrings are one carat each." "But weren't they dreadfully expensive?" I asked. Then added, "That Jaguar in the garage?" "Isn't it a dream? I've always wanted one in that shade of red. They just delivered it this morning!" "But didn't these things cost a lot of money?" I asked. "Maybe ? but I have lots, don't I?" she said flippantly. "After all, what's the use of having money if you can't spend it!" "But are you talking about the money from our account?" I asked, worried. "No. I'm spending the money from MY account. It's mine, isn't it? And there's still tons of it left!" I looked at her aghast. Yes, we were rich ? but it was money my family ? not hers ? had accumulated by conservative means over the generations ? and she seemed to be spending like a drunken sailor! I sighed to myself. After all, I had signed our money over to her ? and what she had spent so far? It was really a drop in the bucket. My musings were cut short. She had said something. "What was that darling?" I asked, "Didn't hear what you said." "We have a new member in our little family!" she whispered excitedly. Then spoke loudly. "Bridget! You there?" A large, swarthy, woman appeared immediately, looking admiringly at Pamela. "Yes Mistress?" she said. "Bridget! I'd like you to meet my husband! " "Your husband ma'am?" the woman said, looking appraisingly at me, her eyes taking in my hair, makeup ? and the dress of course. Then she came over, with her hand out as if to shake hands. Instinctively I held mine out ? and watched it get engulfed in hers. "Hi!" she said. "Carole? Bridget is our new housekeeper!" Pamela said. "I think I need some help around here ? so it seemed the most sensible thing to do." "Pleased to meet you Bridget," I said, my voice small. "But my name is Harold." "Carole! Please! I told you why I want you to start accepting your new name! You'll just confuse Bridget! Say that you're sorry ? please?" Pamela was upset ? and it showed. "Oh! He doesn't have to apologize to me. I want Carole and I to be the best of friends," Bridget said softly, still holding on to my hand. "I like your dress Carole. Did you pick it yourself? It looks nice on you." She was soft spoken and quite deferential, but she scared the hell out of me. In my recent experiences with women ? even my own WIFE for goodness sake ? I'd discovered a trepidation within myself, a feeling that I was inadequate beside them. Here, with her holding onto my hand? I literally felt frozen with fear! At the same time? Should I admit that I was dressed in the fashion I was because I'd been forced into it? I mumbled something incoherent. "Oh Carole!" Pamela said sharply. "Your diction is becoming atrocious! You must learn to speak UP!" "I was saying that maybe I should change before Suzette gets here?" I said, managing a little more clarity. Pamela gave me an impatient grimace. "Whatever for? Honestly Carole, you're beginning to THINK like a woman! It's most disconcerting!" She made a tutting sound. "Mistress?" Bridget said. "May I suggest that Carole and I have a little chat? Get to know each other?" "Yes! Good idea. I'm glad that someone can think straight around here!" Pamela said, obviously aggravated, and left the room. I became even more fearful. Bridget had never let go of my hand and was staring quite hard at me now, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Carole? I asked you a question a little while ago, and you never answered. Now, I consider that a very rude way to treat a servant, don't you?" "I'm . .I'm . . terribly . .frightfully . .. sorry Bridget. I got distracted." She was taking me over to the sofa, sitting down and pulling me down to sit in her lap! Finally, let my hand go and put an arm around my shoulders, then pulling me into her embrace, gently chucked me under the chin! Smiled possessively at me. "That's all right pet. But you won't be rude to Bridget again, will you? Ever again?" "Oh no, Bridget !" "Know something? You're the prettiest master I've ever had! Do you like dressing up like a girl? And, like I said? That's a very pretty dress. And mistress tells me that you're going to get a makeover tonight!" I started to try and answer her questions, but she put a large finger on my lips. "That's all right dearie. I don't mean to be so nosy! Mistress tells me that you're the office girl for a law firm?" Horrified, I looked at her. Pamela had told her that? Nodded. "She's very generous you know! Bought you a LOT of nice clothes for you to wear to the office." "I didn't know that," I whispered. "Well, I thought you didn't, because if you had, you'd never have upset her now, would you?" "No." "Of course you wouldn't have ? a nice girl like you! But I understand that you're rather careless with money?" "What? What do you mean?" "Didn't your employer ask mistress to keep an eye on your daily expenditures? And didn't she say she would?" "Well, yes . . but you see . ." "Well mistress has asked me to take that function over. Says that though she's never had to chastise you, the day could come when you'd need discipline, and she's too fond of you to administer it." "Discipline?" I croaked. "Oh nothing much ? a spanking would probably be all that would be required. That's fair, don't you think?" Stunned, I could only stare at this huge woman. I was to report to HER! A servant! "Oh yes. Very fair!" I stammered. "Wonderful!" she enthused. "Now, go over my knee," she added, starting to pull me in that direction. "But I haven't done anything wrong! Please don't spank me. Please?" She reached into a pocket and pulled out a latex glove, which she put on her hand. "I'm not going to spank you ? you silly little sissy!" she said, pulling my panties down. "I'm just going to remove your plug! But keep in mind, if you don't continue to walk properly? I'll have to replace it! You won't forget, will you?" "No." I panted, humiliated beyond words. "Then every morning before work? You can report to me and I'll insert it for you. Okay?" "Mmmm ? yes. Oh yes!" I gasped as I felt her withdraw the plug. "Oh! You and I? We're going to be friends, aren't we? Such intimate friends!" she whispered, now sticking a finger into me and wiggling it, then slowly extracting it ? then forcing it in again! Naturally, Pamela chose that particular moment to return ? and bring Suzette, her hairdresser with her! She was in the room before she took in what was going on.. "Oh Carole! I didn't mean to disturb your fun! But while we're here, why don't you say hello to Suzette?" With Bridget's hand on the small of my back, and her finger continuing to rape me, I could only gape upwards a little, so didn't see much of Suzette's face, though I knew she had come up and was fingering my hair. "Pamela? This will be NO problem at all! I'll be able to shape and fix it for tonight ? no sweat!" Then she giggled, "I'm sorry Harold. I'm usually better mannered ? but business always comes first, right? Nice to meet you!" I groaned unintelligibly, but she seemed to take it as an appropriate answer. Then, chatting amicably, the two women left me under Bridget's care as if nothing was amiss! Then, finally, Bridget's finger was out of me. I felt her rearrange the waist band of my panties, then she was sitting me upright again. "Wasn't that fun?" she asked rhetorically, a sly expression on her face. "But now Carole? Walk over to the far wall, and back. I want to make sure that you haven't forgotten how to walk properly!" Knowing that she was still holding my plug close by ? I remembered all too well how to walk, and delighted her with my mincing effeminacy as I sauntered to the wall she'd pointed at ? and returned. Suzette seemed to have a good reputation as both a cosmetician and hairdresser ? and working in conjunction with Pamela had me essentially feminized before dinner time. It was particularly galling to me to discover how easily she 'converted' me ? especially with her going on and on about my beautiful complexion, my lack of facial hair and, most upsetting, my eyelashes ? which she raved about. She spent most of the time until then doing 'odds and sods' as she put it. Hair shampooed, then trussed up in a turban. Eyebrows waxed (That was painful!) and a quick manicure and pedicure. Ears pierced. Pamela decided that it was silly for me to have to cook dinner then have the clean up etcetera, so we ordered pizza ? (of which I got one tiny slice) and salad ? which I was allowed to eat as much as I wanted ? but with minimum dressing, I didn't care for rabbit food ? memories of Gloria referring to me as a 'bunny' still fresh in my mind. After dinner, I was finally allowed to take my dress off ? only to discover that I was now being fitted with breast forms. To tell the truth, I'd always thought of them as the old fashioned 'falsies' ? you know, something formed to fit inside a bra? But this was quite different. Aghast, I discovered that they were going to be adhered to my body ? and for DAYS at a time! I also found out that, as Suzette enthusiastically reported, they would feel and act 'just like the real thing!' So after quite a time taken in measuring me, and making tiny little indexing marks on my chest, I was introduced to the joys of semi-permanent breast forms with, naturally, a lacy bra to keep them in place. Suzette had wanted me to feel them with my hands and they had felt surprisingly light.. But once they were affixed? It felt strange ? as if my whole center of gravity had changed ? and my new style of walking seemed to accentuate the strangeness considerably. Another thing that compounded my strange feeling? Pamela's reaction! Once my 'breasts' were attached and I was having my hair 'done'? She grew a little distant from me. Still referred to me as her 'hero' and 'macho husband' ? but there was an underlying mockery there that was becoming more and more evident.. Started telling me how 'gorgeous' I was now ? and how I'd be the 'prettiest office girl' in the whole building when I returned to work the following day. She produced my new baby dolls ? Pink now ? while she wore yellow. She smiled when she saw me walk ? then hung over us as Suzette finally finished with my hair and applied my make up. Bridget had disappeared by the time that Suzette started packing all the tools of her trade ? with a tiny application of a very expensive perfume to my wrists, ears, and bosom. In my high heeled slippers ? pink naturally, and a saucy ribbon in my styled hair ? also pink? My makeup, artfully applied? Glistening nails on both fingers and toes? My bracelets? I was almost a match for my lovely wife, Pamela. Who seemed excited for some reason now. Not by me ? obviously. I was now nothing more than a girl companion, someone to discuss makeup, movies, TV, and magazine articles with. After a few disapproving glances I learned what responses were 'valid' and what were not. Accordingly, I spent a leisurely half hour talking 'girl talk' with my wife. During this period, I found out that she had quite a crush on Jenny ? the lawyer who'd been advising us ? only she now referred to her as 'Jen'. "Oh! Wait until you meet her! So strong! So intelligent! So masculine! You'll love her, just wait and see!" Then, the doorbell rang. It was normally my job to answer it but, dressed as I was ? and the fact that Pamela raced to answer it ? I suddenly had the premonition as to who it was going to be. Feminine intuition? I don't know ? but it was Jen. She (?) Though I'm now used to thinking of her as a 'he' ? though taller than me, was a fairly stocky, muscular woman. Fair hair, bright blue eyes ? a very penetrating stare that she focused on me as she advanced to be introduced. "You're Carole? Used to be Harold? You're much prettier than I'd supposed you'd be. Matter of fact! You make a damn fine looking woman! Come here and give me a kiss." Meekly, I advanced on her ? Pamela walking and smiling alongside me. "Didn't I SAY that Jen would appeal to you, huh? Isn't she the greatest?" she said, more than once. And she said to Jen. "Look at how she's walking. Isn't she CUTE?" That my wife had referred to me as a 'she' didn't seem to bother me too much. Jen didn't reply, just stared at me until I minced into her arms. She took my arms and draped them around her neck and with her being taller than me, I had to stretch against her. For some reason, I found this most erotic ? especially when she put her hands on my buttocks to pull me into her. Surprisingly, her kiss was very chaste. When she disengaged, she smiled at me. 'Nice teeth,' I thought. "Let's dance?" she said softly. "Pamela? Put on some music, huh?" I heard Pamela giggle a little. Then the lights dimmed and soft music surrounded us. Jen felt so strong, and I felt so weak. It seemed absolutely natural that I played the woman's role. Gradually, I felt my aversion to femininity disappear ? it was if my body were melting into hers. She was whispering words that were soft and enticing, and I was nodding my head and making soft mewling noises as she led me over to sit on a chair. "I'll be back in a minute. Okay honey?" she whispered. Speechless with soft lust, I could only nod. Pamela was taking a hold of my hand and tugging me gently over to sit beside her at the dressing table bench. I looked at the two women in the mirror. "My lipstick's all mussed up!" I said, distracted a little by the fact that one of the women in the mirror was lip syncing what I was saying. "Yes! I know! Time to freshen up! Here let me do it for you. Don't want you all smeared up for Jen, do we?" "But I thought that Jen was YOUR girlfriend?" I managed to ask trying valiantly to keep the jealousy out of my voice, when she paused in making my lips pretty again. "Oh No! BOYfriend would be more like it ? and anyway? Don't you like her? Isn't she so strong and masculine? I thought you needed to meet somebody like her. You DO like her! Don't try and pretend to me!" I saw the girl in the mirror blush. Her lipstick was wet and scarlet looking now. Saw her lips move again as I answered Pamela. "Yes ? I like her. But it's ME that is masculine . .there's something wrong here . . ." She patted my thigh ? caressed it actually. "Masculine? Don't be silly! You may be a male, because of that little thing you have in front of you ? but sweetie? I'M more masculine than you are!" I opened my mouth to protest, but she over-rode me. "You're sweet, soft, and girlish. Always were. Now? We're just introducing you to the joys of being what you should have been all along ? a girl! Now stand up! Lean over this bench, please?" "What for?" I asked, though I did as she'd said. "A girl's gotta be ready at all times!" she giggled, lifting up the back of my baby dolls and pulling down my panties. "I've been walking properly!" I protested, almost crying as I felt what she was doing. "Huh?" she asked, continuing to lubricate my back passage. Then she laughed. "Oh NO sweetie. It's Bridget's job to put your plugs in and out now. Just relax." Then, to my surprise, she just pulled my panties back into position and gave me a tiny slap on the posterior. "That's it! Remember, just relax!" I wasn't so stupid that what she was telling me didn't make sense, but I didn't have any time to react as Jen was back in the room, smiling dangerously as she came, took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I didn't make any resistance ? couldn't. She lay on one side of me, and I felt the bed shift, and knew that Pamela was on the other. Then, in a fog from some forceful necking, I found myself being positioned into a kneeling position and pulled back until my backside was hanging over the bed.. Discovered that Pamela was putting a condom over my erection 'So's you won't mess your nice jammies," she whispered. I could see the white of her teeth in the darkness as she smiled. Within minutes, Jen made me into her woman, entering me from the