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New Erica By knyterose Pulling Cedrick Manchester out of the pool was the best move I ever made. Not only did I have the great feeling of saving a fellow man's life, but I also had the eternal gratitude of the Manchester family. How fortunate that they should have a house only 7 miles from Berkeley. If it wasn't for that frantic dive and swim to the side, I wouldn't have a place to live now. But when my ex- girlfriend kicked me out, I decided to move north 3 weeks early. When the taxi pulled up to the house, things were really looking up. Sure, the girl I had been dating for two years booted me out on the street, but in three weeks I would be starting at a brand new school, I had a new place to live, and I had the use of one of the "extra" Manchester cars, a sporty new RX-7. I didn't think things could get much better- I was both wrong and right. As I rang the door, I wondered if it would be one of the Manchesters who opened it. The family was hardly ever in the bay area so I decided that I was undoubtedly waiting for some frumpy old housekeeper. Just as I came to that conclusion, Elena Pierce opened the door. With her rich chestnut hair and piercing gray eyes, Ms. Pierce looked more like the head of a multinational conglomerate than a housekeeper, but she was perfectly gentle when she ushered me in and showed me to my room. "Mr. Manchester," she said, "left instructions that I was to have the run of the house for as long as I cared to stay." The other housekeeper, Suzie, and the gardener, Paul, were off that weekend, but they would be back at work Monday and I could be introduced to them then. "Until then," she said, "she was mine to command." Trying to start off on the right foot, I told her I didn't expect to need anything for the rest of the day, but she insisted on fixing me a drink to tide me over while she ran my bath. As I leaned back on the leather couch sipping the daiquiri she made, I decided that I could get used to this lifestyle. I half expected her to help me undress for my bath, but she didn't offer, and I decided to do the gentlemanly thing and get to know her for a few days before jumping her bones. When I got out of the tub a robe had been laid out for me, and when I got into my room, all of my clothes had been put away except for the one pair of my girlfriends panties I kept to help me remember her. It had been a few days since I last got off, and being so close to Elena and then seeing those panties made sex an urgent need. Within seconds I was on the bed with the panties rubbing around my cock and a finger up my butthole. My girlfriend had introduced me to the pleasures of the butthole a couple of months before, and I found that gently easing in one finger drove me wild. Within a few minutes my load was spent, and the long trip and total relaxation since then put me right to sleep. I woke up a little disoriented and it took me a second to realize that I wasn't in the same room I went to sleep in. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but Elena was at the door as soon as I sat up. "Hello Erica, I hope you had a nice nap. It's Monday morning and breakfast is on the table," she said. The fact that it was Monday shook me so much that I didn't even notice that she had called me Erica. Then I noticed the pictures on the wall, eight by ten glossies of me with a finger in my butt and panties wrapped around my dick. "We have video too," she said when she saw what I was looking at. "It seemed like a nice way to ensure our new relationship would start off right." "By the way, I expect to be called Madam Pierce and I don't expect you to speak until spoken to," she said. But it was her next words that really got me- when she told me that, if I didn't obey her every word, those pictures and the video would be all over my new school. I don't have anything against homosexuals, but too many people I know do, and I have no desire to be "out" when I'm not even gay. Elena obviously had me figured out. "Look Eric," she said, "I have no desire to ruin your life, but this is how I live mine, and unless I sometime stop enjoying being waited on hand and foot, this is how it's going to be. By the way, I saw how you looked at me when you arrived, and if that's any indication of the way you treat women, I'm sure your new status will be enlightening." Before she left, she pointed to some clothes hanging on the closet door and told me to: "Get dressed before coming down." For the first couple of minutes, I just sat and stared at the photos, but then I realized how hungry I was and how tight her hold on me was. When I looked at the clothes on the closet door, the name Erica finally caught up with me. Hanging from that door was a pink and white camisole and tap pant set more feminine than anything my ex-girlfriend ever owned. A see-through wrap of the filmiest white lace replaced the robe that had apparently been taken off me in the other bedroom. When I noticed my hairless legs and chest, I realized that the robe wasn't the only thing that had been taken off in those two days. My hands shuddered as I put on the silky clothes, but when I stopped thinking about the situation I noticed how much wearing the silk felt like the panties I had been rubbing myself with. The feeling was nice while it lasted, but when I got downstairs I was shocked back into thinking about how life had changed. In the sexy lingerie I fit in better with the other people at the table than Elena did in her business dress. Suzie, the maid, had on nothing but a leather dog collar that leashed her to the table, and Paul, the gardener, looked as masculine as I did in the face, but his stretch-lace catsuit accented curves that, if they weren't real, were damn good imitations. When Elena noticed my curious stare at Paul's chest, she said, "oh, they're fake, but don't get jealous, we'll get you a pair just as good." Then she made the necessary introductions and sat me in front of a plate of rice cakes and cottage cheese. "It's the perfect meal for a woman who wants to stay slim and trim," she said. "And when I'm around that's the kind of woman you'll be." Then she outlined how my life would be changing. I would be "Erica" anytime I was in the house unless there were guests, and even then my underwear would be feminine. Elena would pose as my girlfriend to the outside world, and if it ever came up, my hairlessness would be explained by the fact that, "She likes my body smooth." There would also be times that I would go out as "Erica," but as long as I kept in character and did what she taught me, no one would have to know. On the whole, I didn't much like the deal, but I decided I'd rather keep this secret then have that video circulating on the campus of my new school. Besides, Elena and Suzie were both the kind of foxes that a guy likes to stick around. After breakfast I had to change again. Elena told me we were going out to get me a pair of real breastforms like Paul's. They had me put on a padded satin bra beneath my camisole, and Suzie helped me pull light pink stockings up my legs. With a floral print jumpsuit and a pair of hot pink pumps I was the picture of femininity- from the neck down. But they had a cure for that too. My face was already as smooth as I had ever shaved it, but Elena checked it out and started over with my electric razor. Then she did a makeup job as serious as any I had ever seen. When they put on the blonde wig and had me look in the mirror, I didn't recognize myself. Of course by then I was pretty flustered from having Elena leaning into me for 20 minutes to apply the makeup. Despite the job they did I was still pretty hesitant about going outside, but the only delay I managed was a few minutes practicing in the heels. All too soon we were out the door and in the car. The ride to George-ettes, a "special" store Elena knew about, was a nightmare. Guys kept staring into the car all the way, and I couldn't tell if they were looking at me or Elena. Twice when men were looking she ordered me to fondle my breast pads to make sure they were looking at me. When we finally got there, I was only too happy to rush inside. George-ettes was filled with women's clothing and lingerie, but Elena dragged me along to a back room without even stopping to look. The room was brightly lit and the only furniture was a large couch and what looked like a doctor's examining table. I had barely glanced at it when I caught sight of someone else in the room. A gorgeous redhead I later found out was Georgette was in the corner of the room working on some photographic equipment. She walked over immediately, and at the sight of her I forgot how I was dressed. Attempting to be my normally charming self, I reached over to kiss her hand and said, "Where have you been all my life?" in my most seductive voice. That's about when I overbalanced on my high heels, and if Georgette hadn't caught me I would have been flat on my face. Both women broke up with laughter. I don't think I had ever been that embarrassed before, and the two stopped laughing when they saw my stricken look. Georgette patted me on the head and Elena even softened enough to tell me not to worry and that I would get used to it. Then we got down to business. Georgette had me strip to get some "skin tone pictures" for my fakes. They were both so quick and thorough that I never even though about the fact that those pictures showed me nude, with makeup and a wig, and thoroughly completed Elena's blackmail hold on me. When they were done taking pictures Elena took the camera and left the room and Georgette took my hand and led me to the couch. She told me that she understood my plight and was almost motherly the way she put her arm around my shoulder. Soon enough that arm was caressing my chest, and minutes later Georgette's mouth was around my cock. She was incredible, and watching her red hair bobbing up and down in my crotch had me shooting off in no time at all. It was a few seconds before I noticed that Elena was back in the room. She told Georgette that, since she ate me, I should eat her. I was surprised how nicely my luck had changed until Georgette pulled up her dress and took down her white lace panties. Standing up next to the couch, her crotch, and her 6" cock, were right at my face level. I pulled my head back, but Elena rushed up behind me and whispered in my ear that now she had "Nice pretty makeup pictures of me to add to her collection." I still tried to resist, but when she began to push my head forward, I knew I couldn't avoid the inevitable. At first I tried just letting my mouth rest around the cockhead, but Elena told me that, if I couldn't make Georgette cum, my secret was out. I slowly began to inch my lips further and further onto the surprisingly warm and salty dick. It got a little easier for me when I tried to think of Georgette as a woman with a dildo, but the way her cock throbbed in my mouth brought me back to reality. When I started to slow down, Georgette grabbed my head and rammed in and out of my throat. Soon enough, I got into a rhythm that she was happy with, and if her moans were any indication, I was licking and sucking like a pro. Even so, the sudden spasms of her orgasm caught me by surprise. The cock jerked in my mouth as streams of hot cum covered my tongue. I tried to jerk my head back, but Georgette held on and Elena yelled at me to, "Swallow like the slutty bitch you are." It seemed like the cum would never stop, but eventually Georgette pulled out and congratulated me on, "One of the best blowjobs she ever had." She topped off her thanks with an incredibly deep and passionate kiss. Even knowing that underneath she was really a guy, that kiss turned me on, and with clothes, Georgette was almost as attractive as Elena. The women let me rest and get a drink before telling me to lie down on the examining table so they could take an imprint of my chest to properly fit the fake breasts. They had been so nice to me for the last few minutes that I didn't even hesitate, but as soon as I was on my back, they grabbed my legs and pulled them up behind my head. They had me tied in that position before I knew what was going on, and when I saw Georgette's dick erect again, I knew what was about to happen. I pleaded with them not to do it, but Georgette stretched a condom over her cock and began to lubricate my butt. This time there was no doubt that Georgette was a man. He stepped up to me, grabbed my hips, and told me he was going to, "Pop my cherry good." I tried to squirm, but the straps were tight, and when he began to push into me, all I could do was relax and let it happen. The pain was intense, and I couldn't stop a moan from escaping my lips. Unfortunately that only seemed to encourage him and soon he was pumping me fast and hard. I was moaning and jerking from pain, but naturally Elena interpreted it another way. "Damn, you are one hot little slut. I have never seen a woman enjoy a fuck as good as you are enjoying this one," she said. "It's a good thing you love this so much, because you will be feeling a lot of cocks from now on Erica." Even though I dreaded her words, they distracted me enough that I was able to relax a little and the pain receded. By the time Georgette's second load filled my bowels, my cock was partially erect. Georgette played with it and brought it all the way to attention while her cock softened, but before it went too far she pulled out and began untying me. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom where she helped me get cleaned up and fixed my makeup. Georgette was once again as soft and feminine as any woman I knew as she toweled off the sweat and semen that was oozing from my pores. Despite her kindness, however, she was relentless about making me douche before getting dressed again. "A lady keeps herself fresh," she said. As she walked Elena and I out to the car, Georgette told us that my "breasts" would be ready in a couple of days and that she "looked forward to seeing me again." Then we drove off. The ride home was probably similar to the ride out, but I didn't keep my eyes open or my head up for long enough to notice. Elena interpreted this as tiredness and, after a quick lunch- a diet shake- she sent me up to bed. I was more than happy for an excuse to get out of the clothes, and as soon as I got in the room I pulled them off and threw them against the wall. Then I washed off the makeup, pulled off the wig and went to sleep. When I woke up, Elena, Suzie and Paul were busy stretching my legs up above my head and tying them to the headboard. I must have been bad, because all three were wearing wicked- looking black leather crotchless bodysuits, When she saw my eyes open Elena shoved the panties I had been wearing earlier into my face and yelled, "What kind of slut-bitch sleeps naked and just throws her clothes on the floor?" "No LADY would ever do that, so you must be a bitch, and, since that is the case, we're going to have to treat you like one.- From now on, until you straighten up, you're going to be nothing but a little fuck-toy bitch. Maybe if we ram enough cocks into you, you'll begin to act like a lady." As she finished her little speech, Suzie went over to the closet and pulled out a black leather attach? case. From my position, I could see inside clearly when she put it on the nightstand and opened it. The case had at least a dozen compartments, and in each was some kind of dildo or vibrator, including one that was at least 10 inches long and 2 or 3 inches thick. Fortunately for me, Elena started small and used lots of lubricant. It still hurt when she pushed in the first one, but my hole was somewhat stretched from Georgette, and before Elena finished with it, it had begun to feel kind of good. That feeling went away quickly as she began to pump me with larger and larger dildoes. By the time she got to the 10-inch monster, I was crying and begging her not to do this to me. "I'll wear anything you want, and do anything, just please, don't use that one," I moaned. Her only reaction was to smile at Suzie and Paul, who were still standing nearby, and say, "This bitch is trying to tell me what to do." As soon as she finished the sentence, she rammed the phallus all the way in. The pain was so intense that my whole body convulsed and shook the bed, and I let out a bloodcurdling scream. Elena just laughed and said, "We must have got the right size if she orgasmed on the first thrust." Of course, I didn't even hear her comment, because I had fainted. I woke up about an hour later with my legs tied back to the footboard. I tried to sit up, but then I realized that my arms were also tied, and that it made the pain in my ass worse. I rested like that for a few minutes before Elena came back in and untied me. Pointing to a spot of blood between my legs she said, "Oh good, we must have popped your cherry. Well, now that you're a real woman, I think I'll let you choose your own outfit for dinner. Your lingerie is in the bureau, and most of your clothes are in the closet. I'll see you downstairs..." She was almost out of the room when she remembered something else. "Oh yeah, and there are tampons in the bathroom next to the toilet," she said as she closed the door. I couldn't find any of my clothes in the room, but I did find a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt that weren't very feminine. There was no way I was going to put on lingerie or, god forbid, a tampon, so I just threw on the jeans and sweatshirt. The jeans were a little tight, and cut different than I was used to, but with that outfit on, I almost looked like my old self. When I got downstairs, Elena was naturally less than pleased. She was wearing a stylish evening gown, and Paul and Suzie were in matching mini-skirts and halter-tops. My appearance left all three with gaping mouths, but on Elena, that quickly turned to indignation. "I had hoped that losing your virginity would cure you of your bitchy ways, but obviously I was wrong. Since you have chosen to continue as a bitch, you will be treated like a real bitch," she said, ordering me to, "Strip off my unsightly attire at once and get on my knees like the female dogs I had 'chosen' to emulate." Her tone of voice had me naked and on my knees before I knew it, but when she began walking toward me with a collar and a leash, I came back to my senses and backed away. She stopped her advance immediately, and smiled wickedly. "Oh dear. It's going to be so much work showing those pictures around. But then at least everyone will know what a willful and disobedient little bitch you are." I had temporarily forgotten the pictures, but when she said that I broke. I was actually crying when I crawled up to her feet and told her I would be good. "Oh I know you will little Erica, but little bitch doggies don't talk, they bark," she said as she patted my head and put on the collar. When I followed her next instruction, I knew that my pride was gone and that I would do whatever she asked, but even so, when she said "heel" and I crawled after her on my hands and knees, a lump formed in my throat. For the rest of the night, I was Elena's little bitch. She fed me dinner from a dish on the floor, and had me doing tricks for more than an hour. By the time she was done, my back was sore from rolling over, and my throat was sore from her constant commands to "speak!" I had to respond with a bark, naturally. At the end, I was actually grateful when she told me that my "bitch" time was over now because she was, once again, going to make me a woman. I was taken upstairs again and tied to the bedposts with my butt exposed, but this time, she changed things a little. This time I had to beg her to fuck me before she would put the dildo in. I thought about keeping quiet to see if she would just leave me alone, but I knew in my heart that it wouldn't work. I spent the rest of the evening with dildoes constantly thrusting in and out of my ass, and towards the end Elena even had me practicing to beg for it in a more feminine voice. At midnight, my falsetto "Fuck me, fuck me," would've done a hooker proud, but my voice rose to an even higher pitch when the 10-incher was once again thrust into me. This time, though, I didn't faint, and the pain quickly faded to numbness. After about 10 minutes Elena pulled it out and told me that it was time for bed. By then my ass was bleeding freely, so Elena replaced the dildo with a tampon, then she had me wipe off my makeup, put on some cotton panties and a nightshirt, and go to bed. In the morning, she woke me up by taking out the bloody tampon. She was much nicer than she had been the night before, and she completely shocked me when she began softly rubbing a soothing lotion into my sore bottom. "There, there," she said. "A girl is usually sore after her first time, so you won't be getting laid today, but we still have to keep you active Erica." Apparently, her idea of keeping me active was to put a set of ben-wa balls up my ass and leave them there for the rest of the day. Every time I moved, I could feel them shift position inside me. Compared to the reaming I had the day before, it was a pleasant experience. I once again breakfasted with the staff, this time in a light blue teddy. I'm not sure if it was the ben-wa balls or the sexily dressed people around me, or maybe I was just getting used to it, but I had an erection throughout breakfast. I actually began to find myself wondering what other sexy lingerie Erica would wear, and looking forward to the next outfit. But when Elena explained that the next outfit would be a string bikini, "So I could sun myself and develop a proper tan line," my thoughts on the matter changed. "I can't get a bikini line," I protested. "Someone will see it." Of course Elena ignored my protests and told me to meet her by the pool in 5 minutes- wearing the red bikini from the top drawer. It was no surprise that the red bikini had thong bottoms. I was sure when I put it on that someone was going to notice my bikini line, and the thought scared me to death. But I was even more scared of displeasing Elena again, so I quickly pulled on the bikini and rushed down to the pool. Moving that quickly had the ben-wa balls doing crazy things, and the thong felt soft and smooth in my sore crack. When I reached the pool I had an erection making a weird bulge in the bikini, and seeing Elena down there, topless and wearing a black thong-bottom similar to mine, did nothing to alleviate it. She seemed to enjoy the situation, and ground up very close to me to adjust my top. "I'll oil you up first Erica," she said, pointing to a nearby lounge chair. I sat down a little nervously, but she said to relax and enjoy as she leaned me back and began rubbing lotion covered hands all over me. Her touch was so soft, it was hard to believe this was the same person who had been so rough with me the night before. "It's so much nicer when you behave, Erica," she said. "I bet if you relax and let yourself, you could enjoy your newfound femininity. I mean, by the time we're done with you, you will be one of the best looking women in town. Actually, I am already finding you quite attractive." Her soft tone, combined with her gentle suntan lotion massage, left me with an erection that poked out of my bikini bottoms by the time she turned me over. I was a little scared she would be mad, but instead she quickly started rubbing it with the slippery lotion, telling me that we have to make an effort to avoid sunburn. She brought me right to the brink of orgasm before moving on to oil the rest of my body. Then it was my turn. Elena lay down on her back on the lounger next to mine and told me to "Start at the top and work my way down." I tried to be as soft, gentle and sexual as she had been, and by the time I got to her breasts, she was shivering with desire. I massaged and stroked them, pulling at the nipples and making her shudder before moving down to her stomach. As I rubbed her lower stomach, she sat up, ripped off her bikini bottoms, and, humping her ass of the seat, and said "I need your tongue in me right now." I quickly complied, positioning my head between her firm thighs and thrusting my tongue into her black furred pussy. She came almost instantly, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth against her pulsing slit. When she finally relaxed, she pulled my face up to hers and gave me a long deep kiss. I was still quivering with excitement, and when she kissed me, I began hunching my erection into her crotch. She backed off quickly and gave my face a little slap. "I see you are still trying to take the male role, Erica," she said. "But I am the only one who will do any fucking around here." "Of course, I will let you come, but when you do, you will know that you are coming as a woman, without your macho attitude. For now though, we need to make your figure more feminine." She sat up and put on her bikini bottoms and a sport bra, and dragged me to the exercise room. Soon the stereo was blasting out the Sheila E. song, "Sweat" and Elena had me doing a workout "guaranteed to build my hips, firm my legs and make my tits stand out against my flat tummy." And for the entire workout, every time I moved those ben-wa balls moved with me, touching nerve endings in my ass that I didn't know were there. With Elena in the room, sweating along with me, my cock stayed hard the entire time. After that we went into the sauna, where Elena stripped me and pointed out the faint "sexy" tan line I was developing on my hairless chest. She laid me down on a pile of towels and then moved in close to me, whispering, "Would you like to fuck me?" I couldn't believe my luck, and, without hesitation, rolled over onto her. Pulling her panties to the side, I easily slipped my cock in, but before the first thrust, I saw the angry look on her face and realized I made a mistake. Right as I pulled out of her, her knee rammed into my crotch and sent me sprawling. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she screamed. "Don't you remember our conversation earlier today? Maybe a whipping will help you remember." Then she yelled for Suzie to bring the crop. I was curled on my stomach, still holding my crotch when the first stroke hit my ass. "You will learn to associate your male aggression with pain," she yelled. Punctuating each word with a strike from the crop. When my butt was completely polka-dotted with red blotches from the whipping, she rolled me over and started on the front of my thighs. "Every time you show that you still embrace your masculine desires, pain will be the only result. But when you show that you have given them up, you will experience pleasure like you never have before." By the time she finished, I was blubbering and begging her to let me do whatever she wanted. She softened at this, and cuddled my head to her bosom. "Just remember to be my little slut bitch and everything will be wonderful, Erica," she said. Then she began rubbing a soothing lotion on my wounds. The soft rubbing, and her closeness made my dick hard again, and soon she was rubbing it as well. When I began to shiver with excitement, she asked me what I wanted to do now. This time I remembered my place and said, "Whatever you want." "Oh how sweet," she cooed. Then she leaned down and placed her mouth on my cock. After all the sensations of the day, it wasn't long before I was ready to come, but she pulled away just before that happened. "Of course you know that, if you want to orgasm, it will have to by shooting your come into your own mouth. Me sucking you off just wouldn't be very feminine for you," she said. I was so horny I would've agreed to anything, so she raised my ass against a bench in the sauna, positioning me so that my cock pointed directly at my mouth. "Open wide and beg for a mouthful of cum," she said. I begged and pleaded as she stroked me off, and when I finally came, I had almost convinced myself that a mouthful of cum was what I wanted. But when the first couple of shots hit the back of my throat, my natural reaction closed my mouth and the rest of the jism shot all over my face. Evidently this was not satisfactory to Elena, who yanked my cock so hard I tumbled over. "You little bitch! You were begging for a mouthful of cum. I gave you a mouthful of come, and then what do you do? You close your mouth! Obviously you still have a lot to learn... but I think I know how to teach you." When her tirade was over, Elena stepped out of the sauna and yelled for Paul, who had spent the morning trimming hedges. He arrived covered with sweat and grime, and Elena told me that today, I would learn to swallow. "You will spend the rest of the day with Paul's cock in your mouth, sucking him to as many orgasms as possible, and swallowing every drop. If you fail at this, then your sucking lesson will be expanded to include any man I can think of to invite over.- you may begin." I wasn't sure how much worse things could get, but I was sure Elena would show me if I didn't cooperate. Naked and sore from my whipping, with gobs of my own cum cooling on my cheeks, I crawled over to Paul and began unbuttoning his jeans. I shuddered a little when I saw the bulge his hot sweaty cock made in his underwear, but I gathered my nerve, pulled his cock out and brought my mouth up to it. Georgette had smelled and looked feminine enough to disguise what I was doing with her...him? But with Paul there was no doubt. He was musky from working all day, and his T-shirt was clinging to his hairy muscular chest. Nevertheless, I knew what I had to do, and I quickly began running my lips along his shaft, getting it rock hard before sucking it into my mouth. The salty sweat wasn't that bad, and I found myself drifting off into fantasy as I sucked his shaft in and out. It seemed as if I were watching a movie, with a beautiful woman kneeling, naked, on the floor of a sauna as she sucked off the poolman. And in the fantasy, the woman's face somewhat resembled mine. As Elena backed Paul into one of the lounge chairs, I broke out of the fantasy, but I had already realized that, if I thought of myself as a woman, it wasn't so bad. I tried to keep up that thought as I crawled along sucking the cock, and after a while, I began to realize that I was kind of enjoying it. Suddenly I really wanted Paul to cum, moaning and writhing as his cock jerked in my mouth. The pace of my sucking increased, and I began to suck him farther and farther in, almost gagging myself as I mouth-fucked his dick with saliva bubbling from the corners of my lips. I forgot about everything else, and made his orgasm my only goal. He couldn't hold out against my desire for long, and soon his cock was spurting out the cum I found myself craving. The taste was more bitter and salty than Georgette's had been, but I hardly noticed as I swallowed shot after shot. When he began to soften in my mouth, my eyes opened, and I came out of my trance with a start. Elena was behind me, congratulating me, and Paul's head was slumped back, staring at the sky. With utter revulsion, I realized what I had done. I pulled back my head and let his cock slip from it, trying to figure out how I could possibly have wanted that. My own hard cock was undeniable proof that the act had excited me, but now I couldn't think of it without gagging on the aftertaste the sticky cum left in my mouth. Elena's voice cut through this confusion. "Why Erika! I think you're finally starting to get the hang of this. But the real test will be if you can do it again. It's always more difficult the second time, but if you put your heart into it the way you did a few minutes ago, I'm sure you can accomplish miracles." With bits of cum drying on my face and still clinging to my tongue, Elena began to nudge my head back toward Paul's crotch. His cock had softened completely, and a slimy drop of jism was dripping from the head into his pubic hair when my lips reached him. I wanted to bring myself back mentally to the place I had been before, just to make it easier, but this time the only vision I could come up with was dozens of sneering guys jerking themselves off and shooting their come all over me till I was covered with it. Trembling with disgust, it was difficult to get Paul excited again. Sensing this, Elena began to rub my ass and crotch, trying to get me back into a sexual mood. Massaging my butt and softly rubbing my cock and balls, she was able to get me excited again, and eventually she took my mind off what I was doing enough for me to begin to enjoy it again. Paul naturally sensed this change in my enthusiasm, and his cock reacted accordingly. When Elena stopped rubbing me, all of my excitement channeled itself into making Paul cum again. By the time he came, I was rubbing his ass, licking his balls and humping my own crotch against his leg. When he came this second time, I was so excited that I never stopped sucking on him. Elena was so pleased with this turn of events that, when Paul stopped bucking against my face and calmed down, she maneuvered me around and guided my crotch to Paul's face so that he could return the favor. We spent over an hour in that position before Paul came again, but by that time I had two of my own tremendous orgasms. It was like I was possessed by Linda Lovelace and all I wanted to do was keep sucking till the end of time. Of course, when he came that third time, I was so out of breath that all I could really do was collapse on top of him, breathing in great gasps and occasionally playfully licking his cock in an exhausted reverie. Elena finally broke me out of this when she dragged Paul and I up from the lounge chair, hugged our faces to her breasts and cooed about how tired we must be. At this point, my disgust at what I had done returned, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it as Elena dragged both of us to the showers in the pool house. Each of the pool house showers was large enough for an orgy, and when she had gotten us all into one, she turned on all the jets and let the steaming water cleanse and massage us. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, when we had begun to catch our breath, Elena handed each of us a sponge and a bar of soap and told us to clean each other off. Paul was accustomed to such orders and immediately moved to obey. But with my masculinity once again asserting itself, I did not move so quickly. Elena moved up to me, rubbed my shoulders and said, "Sweetie, most women enjoy giving their lovers a sensuous bath, and you will too when you let yourself give in to your femininity the way you did outside. You have all the makings of an excellent sissy, and I'm going to bring them out of you one way or another." The implied threat in that last phrase got me moving, and pretending to like it, but as I rubbed the soapy sponge up and down Paul's muscular body, my mind was filled with revulsion. I did my best to pretend he was my ex- girlfriend, who I had showered with often, but when I got on my knees in front of him to clean his crotch pretending got harder... and harder... and harder. By the look on her face I could tell that Elena knew my heart wasn't in it. Nevertheless, she let us go through with it without saying a word. When we had thoroughly washed each other and dried each other off, Elena sent both of us inside naked with orders to get dressed for the evening meal. I realized that was the real test, and I was determined not to suffer the same fate as before. All I had to do was go through the motions, and I wouldn't suffer any extra pain or humiliation. All of these thoughts rushed through my head as I began to sort through the bewildering assortment of things available for Erica to wear. Panties, bras, teddies, camisoles, slips stockings, nylons, garterbelts, skirts, pants, jumpsuits, dresses, blouses, tube tops... I didn't really want to wear any of them, but as I sorted through them, deciding if I should wear this pair of panties or that camisole my cock betrayed my excitement. It was just too much to deal with. I was a Man, a real man, and these were not the kind of clothes I should wear, but, just the same, some part of me found it very exciting. I was ashamed, but I wasn't sure what to do about it. I told myself that if I didn't resist, I would lose my manhood forever. With that thought, I began to pick an outfit only slightly more feminine than the one I had chosen before. I started out with white cotton panties that were styled somewhat like men's briefs. I knew I wouldn't get away without a bra, but I found a white sports bra that reminded me of a man's tank-top or muscle shirt, particularly when I wore it with nothing to make the cups bulge. Jeans wouldn't work again, but bicycle shorts are pretty much unisex, so that's all I added to the outfit- that, along with some white sports socks and the white Reeboks- where only the lining is pink, added up to a somewhat feminine outfit that allowed me to retain some masculinity, at least internally. But as I passed the mirror on the way out of the room, I had a flashback of my earlier whipping, and of the daydream I had when I sucked-off Paul. I knew that my outfit wasn't feminine enough, especially with nothing padding the bra. I had to satisfy Elena, and when I saw myself in fantasy as this beautiful, sexy woman it turned me on, but there was a side of me that I couldn't force to be that way. I stared at the mirror for a few minutes, went back to the closet and tried item after item, but it was no use. I was so wracked by frustration and fear that I ended up laying facedown on the bed, sobbing into my pillow. Not only was I scared that Elena would punish me again if I didn't do what she wanted, but I was also scared that I really wanted to do what she wanted. That's how she found me when she came in a few minutes later. In my fear I just assumed that I was going to be punished again, but when she saw my tears, she took a totally different approach. Her voice was soft with concern and her hands were gentle as she asked me what was wrong. "Suzie, Paul and I were all waiting for you downstairs sweetie. We're all so excited to see the beautiful ensemble you've chosen." She was so tender and so caring- I poured my heart out to her with barely a thought. I told her how scared I was of being punished, and how scared I was that I liked what she was doing to me. And through it all, she listened with so much understanding that I knew I could just place all of my trust in her. When I finished, she held me close and stroked my hair. "Oh Erika, I think you're finally starting to understand. You've got to let yourself be the feminine creature I know you can be. You know, with the right look and the right attitude, I might even be attracted to you - But first you have to be your own woman, and tonight is your first chance." "To get you in the right mood, I'll have Suzie come up here to give you a make-up lesson. Put-on some lingerie and a robe, and I'll send her right up." She was so reassuring that I was determined to please her. And not having much choice helped a little too. As she left, I started going through the piles of lingerie on the bed. As I picked up each item, I tried to imagine what the woman of my fantasy would look like in each one, and that made the decision easier. I ended up in a clingy black stretch-lace catsuit with underwire cups at the breast and an extra black lace ruffle with pink bows around the low- cut collar. Add a pair of black hi-heels, a black leather miniskirt and a hi-cut black leather jacket, and I was the picture of sex. Suzie gasped when she saw me zipping up the jacket as she walked in. "Honey, Elena's going to love that. I was going to give you some advice on what to wear, but I can see you didn't need any. You're even making me hot!" Suzie said, before maneuvering me toward the make-up table and warning me to pay attention. She started me out with the electric razor. "When we get you started on the hormones, this won't be so bad, but for now, you'll have to make sure to keep one of these in your purse," she said as she watched, carefully making sure that I got rid of every hint of beard. After that, we spent about half-an-hour making sure the makeup was just right before adjusting the wig. By the time we were done, I knew that I wasn't quite ready to do the makeup and the wig by myself yet, but I also knew that, with the right set up, I made one hell of a good looking woman. As we walked downstairs, I found myself trying to accentuate the movement of my hips. I kept it up until I reached the dining room, when Elena let out a wolf whistle and I almost cringed with embarrassment. At that point I tried to walk in a more masculine way, but wearing a leather miniskirt and hi-heels made it extremely difficult. "Oh honey relax, I was just trying to show my appreciation," Elena said. "That's one hot little outfit you and Suzie put together. I'm going to have trouble keeping my mind on dinner, and I can see by the tent in his skirt that Paul will too." I almost protested that I had put the outfit together myself, but when I saw the bulge in Paul's skirt, I was too ashamed to do more than blush. Then Elena caught the direction of my stare and made it worse. "Honey, you've got to eat some real food before you can have any of that dessert. But after dinner I'm sure Paul will oblige and let you have a little nibble," she said. His peach nylon skirt wasn't even coming close to holding back his raging erection, but the visual was very disconcerting, particularly considering his other clothes, a see-through white blouse over a lacy peach camisole. Yet, despite the attire, his face was not made up at all. Paul hid his face behind his napkin after Elena's comment, but not before I noticed the slight hint of a smile he clearly tried to hold back. As we began the meal, visions of his wet cock sliding in and out of my mouth kept flashing through my head. "We won't have any salad until you and Suzie go to the store, but we do have fruit," she said, passing out a bunch of ripe yellow bananas. I was so flustered that I didn't realize the significance of the bananas until I saw Suzie and Elena slowly thrusting the peeled ends into their mouths. Suzie even made slurping noises as she sucked the banana in between her red-coated lips and let it go slide slowly out. I turned away, only to see Paul staring at me and doing the same thing. The meal was a nightmare, with every course designed to make me remember my activity earlier that day. I was repulsed at first, but as the evening continued, it began to feel more and more natural. I could see the small lipstick smudge I was leaving on my glass, and I could feel the tight caress of my catsuit as it slid around under my leather skirt. Somewhere in my mind was a little voice saying "Damnit, I'm a man!" but that little voice kept getting farther and farther away. By the time Elena brought out the Popsicles, we were all sucking and slurping for all we were worth, and I was stealing glances at Paul's skirt, wondering when I would have the real thing again. After dinner, Elena said that we must all be tired after our long day, so she suggested a quiet evening of television in the living room. "Who knows," she said, "maybe we can get a look at those gorgeous Baywatch men." As luck would have it, the show was on. Elena and Suzie were quite enthusiastic about the musclebound studs of the show, but they were also pretty loud about evaluating the assets of the shows women. That was the cause of the next disaster. At one point in the show, as Pamela Anderson ran along the beach, Suzie said, "Oh my! I bet half the men in this country would like to screw her." Without a second thought I shouted out, "I sure know I would!" When there was no response, I looked around, and every face was looking at me with disappointment. I began to realize what I had said, but it was too late. The really sad thing was, I wasn't just sorry because I knew I was going to be punished. I also felt kind of bad about letting everyone down. They were all working so hard to make me the perfect woman, and there I went, screwing it up. Naturally Elena was the first one to speak. There was no anger in her voice at all when she said, "Erica, that was such a macho thing to say. Maybe you think you're extremely manly right now. Maybe we should take some of that makeup off, and get you a nice Lycra skirt that outlines your bulge more, and see how manly the rest of the city thinks you are." "I don't think you'd look very manly at all, but I guess we'd just have to see, I could be wrong." "Come on Suzie, let's get him ready for his big night out. Maybe it will help convince her that what she really wants is to be a woman." With that they took me upstairs, and started stripping me of the majority of my femininity. They left the catsuit on, but took off the leather jacket to emphasize the masculine shape of my chest. They replaced the leather skirt with a Lycra one that showed my bulge perfectly. And they took off all the makeup. What was left was a man with five o'clock shadow, painted nails, a black lace catsuit, and high heels. Looking just like that they dragged me to a straight club. I thought walking in like I was would be the worst thing I ever experienced. As I walked up to the door, the bouncer looked at me distastefully and said "Get lost freakboy, this isn't your kind of place." I was set to walk away somewhat relieved, but Elena and Suzie ran up, cuddled up close to him, and, slipping him a hundred dollar bill, asked him to Pleeaassee let me in. He quickly consented. Elena and Suzie sat down in a nice dark booth before ordering me to the well-lit bar area to get them some drinks. I was almost in tears as I begged them not to make me to it, but Elena said that I had to learn that I was better off as a woman. Head down, I walked to the bar without looking at anyone. It may not have been my best choice. I wasn't looking very hard at where I was going, and ended up bumping into a very large, very well built man while he wrote down the phone number of one of the most beautiful women in the place. He turned around and got ready to hit me when he saw my face, but then he noticed my clothes and instead bust out laughing. I hurried to the bar and made it there without incident. The bartender, a well-built blonde, just kind of giggled as I ordered the drinks. And while I waited, a whole group around me began a low-level chuckle with lots of fingerpointing. I was extremely relieved when I got the drinks, and was able to rush back to the table with them. When I got back to the table, I apologized again to Elena, and told her that I had learned my lesson. But she had one more task for me before we could leave. She pointed out 5 gorgeous women, sitting alone or in groups with other women, and said that, before we left, I had to ask each of them to dance. I was mortified and said I wouldn't do it. That's when she warned me to think about my future, and to remember that this was only one hard night. Shaking all over, I approached the first one, sitting alone at the far side of the bar. I came up behind her and tapped her lightly on the shoulder, but when she turned around, I couldn't speak. She looked at me for a long second, and then just said "Eeeh" and turned back around. The other four had virtually the same response, but the last one added, as sarcastically as possible, "Maybe if you put on some makeup my brother would like you." By that time, I wanted nothing more than to do exactly as she had said to hide my masculine features. And this time when I got back to the table, Elena knew I understood, and let me leave. By the time we got home, I was more than read to follow Elena's suggestion to put on a nightie and get some sleep. The next morning started out pretty much like the one before. I went down for a light breakfast in my lingerie, changed into a thong bikini for a tanning session, and had a workout with Elena. The difference was that Elena never told me what to wear. She just told me the next activity on the schedule, and sent me to get dressed. I was smart enough not to even hesitate about putting on something soft, frilly and feminine. I hadn't totally adjusted, and wasn't enthusiastic about dressing, but most of the clothes felt pretty good, and the punishments were too horrible to contemplate. And, I have to admit it, sometimes it felt good, even natural, to be a girl. Those were the times that it was hardest to look in the mirror. The rest of the time, I would look in the mirror, see a man in women's clothing, and know I was doing it because I had no choice. But when a wave of femininity would crash over me, I would look in the mirror, and know that, without the right makeup and accessories, I would never be even close to as beautiful as the women around me. Those were the times that I was most ashamed, and they inspired me to give my tan, and my workout, everything I had. And it was that inspiration that kept me out of trouble when Elena asked me the next question. It was just after our workout, when Elena asked me what I wanted to do after I showered. After the long workout in front of the full-length wall mirrors, during which I spent a lot of time comparing my face and features to Elena's, all I wanted was to know how to be beautiful. And that's what I told her. I had never seen Elena smile so brightly. She rushed over, cuddled my head to her sweat soaked chest and said, "Honey don't worry, when I get through with you, you'll be just gorgeous." "In fact, you're already getting kind of sexy and demure," she said, pulling my hand to her crotch. "Look how wet you made me during our workout." She was breathing hard as she pushed my head down to take the place of my hand. "You know what to do Erica," she moaned. "Just lick me the way you want to be licked." I had no trouble at all following that command. I started slowly, just teasing around the outside of Elena's bikini bottoms. Then, as the pace of her breathing increased, I slowly pulled her thong down with my teeth. I kept everything slow and gentle as a lightly licked and caressed the moisture on her outer lips. She was already shuddering by the time she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into her quivering hole. When she calmed down, she gently grabbed my hand and maneuvered me into position for a deeply passionate kiss. Then she took me to the shower, stripped off my bikini, and bathed me, taking exquisite care of my groin. She stopped just short of my orgasm, leaving me twitching and bucking my hips in the air while she started soaping herself down. Her eyes never left me as she began to carefully rub herself to yet another climax. At one point, I reached down to stroke myself off, but with the slightest shake of her head she let me know that my own orgasm would have to wait. When I got out of the shower I was still twitching with desire. Elena and I dried each other off, and she was careful to not even get close to my penis. When I felt that I couldn't stand it anymore, I begged her to let me cum. "All you had to do was ask," she replied. "And make sure that you are doing something sexually feminine at the time." "Do you want to suck off Paul again, or would you rather have one of us fuck you?" The first thing to pop into my mind was sucking Paul- with the same visuals I had used the day before of the naked nymph slurping away at the pool man. But I couldn't bring myself to say that I wanted that. Instead, I lowered my head, closed my eyes and tried to stop my cock from twitching. "Oh honey," Elena said. "You don't have to be embarrassed about wanting Paul's lovely cock. I'm sure he would enjoy yours as well, and I know how much you enjoyed your last 69 with that man." Trying to avoid trouble, I mumbled "maybe later," and asked what we were doing next. Elena answered with a wink and a smile before telling me that next, they would work on helping me be a little bit more beautiful, just like I had asked for. First Suzie took me upstairs for another makeup lesson, which started with a 45-minute shave. I actually nodded in agreement when she said we were going to have to do something about the facial hair problem, but I didn't mention that I was starting to feel a little stubble on my legs and chest. Nevertheless, when we got done, Suzie had me looking fabulous. She had me doing my own foundation and bright red lips, but I knew that the rest of her artistry would take me time to learn. I was actually a little excited about it when I saw how feminine she could make my face with subtle touches here and there. I was no supermodel, but looking in the mirror there was no question that I'd do me. The hairstyling consisted of putting on my blonde wig and adjusting it, but Suzie assured me that when my own hair grew out, we would be able to do a lot more with it. "You'll have such a sexy look that you'll have to fight off the men and the women," she said. It was at that point that Elena came in and told us to hurry up so we could make it to our appointment. I started to ask her what appointment, but before I could begin my sentence she said, "And you'll want to be really sexy for this one Erica. I would go with your backless red silk dress and the lingerie that goes with it." Just then, Suzie said, "Done here, I guess we'll see you downstairs sweetie," and they both walked out. I had seen the red silk in the closet many times, and I had pictured Elena and Suzie in it, but it was still hard to imagine me in any of those clothes. It took quite a bit of imagining them to figure out what kind of lingerie to wear with it. Actually, imagining them in the lingerie made it much easier to pick it out. I found a low-backed long-line bra that I could stuff to make up for my missing assets, then it was on to sheer red stockings, red bikini panties, and the clincher, a red satin garter belt with black lace trim. 3" black pumps completed the outfit. I was still hesitant about putting clothes like that on, but after the bar the night before, it was a short hesitation. Looking good when I got done actually made it a little easier for some reason. That scene at the bar had really affected me. If I had to be a woman (and Elena was making sure of that), I wanted to be a good looking one. When I got downstairs, Elena patted me on the butt, kissed me on the cheek and rushed me out to the car. In the car, she blindfolded me, told me to trust her, and drove off. She later told me how everyone, men and women, couldn't stop staring at the woman in the car with the sexy blindfold and the big lipstick print on her cheek. Eventually she stopped the car, helped me get out, and led me through a well-lit room into a more dimly lit area. She sat me on a couch, reminded me to cross my legs, and told me to hold on for just a minute. I was nervous, but for some reason, I trusted her. I knew that I could trust that bad things would happen if I didn't do as I was told, but I was also starting feel that as long as I went along, it wouldn't be too bad, and if I was able to really get into what she demanded, it could actually be pleasurable. A few minutes later, someone approached, sat next to me, and pressed me into a passionate kiss. The anticipation and the feeling of two lipstick covered mouths crashing together had me hard in my panties in no time, and almost immediately, there was a hand caressing that hardness. When I started breathing hard, that hand guided my hand under a satin dress to the waistband of a pair of lace panties. I began a leisurely rub through a well-trimmed bush until my hand reached, not totally unexpectedly, another penis. It was Georg-ettes voice I heard exclaim, "Oh baby, yes!" Then the blindfold was removed. Georgette was next to me in a knee length black satin skirt, slit almost all the way up on one side. Her mouth was inches from mine, and she smelled faintly of raspberry. With our hands rubbing inside the slits in each other's skirts, we must have looked like a pair of very amorous lesbians. It was that thought that kept my hand going on her penis, and I must have passed Elena's test because in seconds, she had joined our kiss. Soon we were all out of our dresses and on the softly carpeted floor. Elena and Georgette sat up to take off their bras, and then they both looked at me. I was shocked to realize that I wanted to take off mine too, but I couldn't without breaking the beautiful illusion we had created. Then Georgette jumped up, said ,"Just a minute honey," and walked away. Elena quickly locked me into another passionate kiss, so that I couldn't see what was going on. I felt someone undoing my bra, then I felt something smooth, like a bra made of latex, being fastened around my chest and shoulders. Something soft and satiny was rubbed along the edges of this bra, and then Elena broke the kiss. Hanging from my chest was a pair of beautiful C cup breasts. My hands immediately went to them. At first I didn't feel anything except the weight of a beautiful pair of breasts in my hands, but when I touched the nipple, I got a surprise. Apparently, touching the nipples sent a faint electrical charge to my own nipples, creating everything from a soft tingle with a gentle rub, to a sharp jolt from a firm pinch. I was surprised at the effect this had on my penis, which was nearly bursting from my panties as I played with my breasts. Then Georgette and Elena laid me back, took my hands away and started sucking on my nipples. Every once in a while a little bite would send me bucking off of the ground in a combination of pain and pleasure I had never imagined before. Then Elena began to maneuver Georgette into a 69 position with me. "I'm sure she'll suck if you will," she said. I could smell perfume and the barest hint of sweat from Georgette's crotch. I was feeling more like a woman than I ever had, and I knew I had to cum, so there was no hesitation when I pulled aside the hot pink lace of Georgettes panties and pulled her crotch to my face. I started by running my tongue up and down between her balls, and, once it was wet, it began to feel a lot like a pussy. Georgette seemed to follow my lead, and soon both of us were moaning softly. At one point, I remember thinking, "Why am I moaning so femininely?" But in that scene, at that time, it came naturally. Eventually, I moved my tongue up, sucking and licking the base of Georgette's penis. I was thinking about the things women had done to me orally that felt good, and I tried most of them on Georgette. It was like the scene at the pool with Paul, only this time, it was two gorgeous women doing everything they could to please each other. Georgette was matching me move for move, and I knew that the next move would have me coming. Slowly I licked my way up her penis and rested my lips around the knob. Then, with a long suck, I lowered my mouth down around Georgette's shaft. Apparently, Georgette was just as excited as I was, because as she mirrored my movements and my cum shot into her silky throat, her own load blew into me. I swallowed the first shot reflexively, but I allowed the rest of her cum to pool in my mouth. I was almost crying with joy and confusion when we both sat up and shared an exquisitely cum filled kiss. It was not me doing these things. It could not be me doing these things, but I could taste the cum coating the inside of my mouth... And I wasn't retching. "So Erica, I can see that you love your new breasts darling. Now you won't have to be jealous of all the other girls. You have something to really make the guys look at you now too. In fact, it's hardly fair to give Georgette all of your best with Paul waiting at home for you." Georgette and I took a few moments to collect ourselves, and Elena had me touch up my own makeup before leaving. I was amazed how feminine I looked as I cleaned up my lipstick and touched up my blush for the ride home. Elena and Suzie were clearly better at it, but it was equally clear that Suzie's lessons had me learning quickly. There were a few moments, as I stood there alone in the restroom, when my masculinity reasserted itself. Looking in the mirror, I stopped what I was doing, and almost threw my lipstick to the floor, but reason saved me just in time. It only took one thought of Elena, her rewards and her punishments, to put me back on track. When I returned to the room, Georgette and Elena greeted me with huge smiles. "You're getting so good at that sweetie," Elena grinned at me before grabbing me by the hand and pulling me out the door. Glancing back, Georgette blew me a kiss as we left, and I was a little confused by my warm reaction. But that confusion was nothing compared to the feelings I had all the way home as I stared down at the two breasts I now had encased in red silk. My mind kept trying to deny that they were mine, but the weight pulling at my chest, and the way they attached seamlessly fought that denial. For the entire ride back, my mind fought itself in complete silence. Elena must have seen me staring at my chest, because she didn't say a word until we pulled into the driveway. "Oh honey, Paul and Susie are going to love the new you. You are so sweet and sexy right now." Her hand caressed mine gently as she said this, sending a shiver up my back. Of course, she was right. Paul and Susie were on the steps as we pulled up, and both of them leaped on me giving me hugs and kisses as I got out of the car. Apparently, though, they couldn't resist my new equipment, because I felt several strong jolts in my nipples as they showed their affection on the steps. After a few minutes, Elena ushered us inside, explaining that, "we had to talk." Moments later, we were all snuggled together on couches in the living room. Elena fixed me with a piercing gaze, smiled, and said, "You seem to be adjusting nicely Erica. You haven't tried to rip off your beautiful new breasts, and you met Georgette with enthusiasm. I must say that I am very pleased." After a speech like that, there is always a but. I knew it was coming, and it didn't seem all that bad. "But there is something I need you to do for me. You may think of it as a little test.... to check your progress. "Go over to the mirror and look at yourself. What do you see reflected?" To be continued