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The Party By Stats Continuation from "Secrets" I can hardly believe it. Only two days ago I could no more go out in public dressed as a female than have a baby. Now, here I am sitting on a sofa at my 'coming-out party' and loving every minute of it. Beautiful females, many who are genetically male, surround me. What is more, I am wearing my secretary's orgasmic dress. Susan is across the room in my very own special red dress, corset, exotic slip, silk stockings, and matching red pumps. Dressing in each other's clothes is the most erotic thing I have ever done in my life. I shake my head and get a rush as my hair swishes across my bare back and my hoop earrings bounce off my neck. Susan looks over and smiles at me. We are so in love. I break the trance and look down at my lap. I see the outline of my breast forms in the semi transparent black dress I have on. My hands are neatly crossed in my lap displaying my long beautiful painted red nails. I notice my legs are crossed, a subconscious positioning of female modesty. I shift and accidentally rub one silky leg up the other. The sensual feeling combines with the visual impact of my red toenails, bring on another rush. I look up and see one of the guests Susan has been talking to approaching. Encounter with Paula Wilson from "Right Time, Right Place" She has to be the tallest woman I have ever seen in my life. Yet, she is stunning. Her figure is classic, her smile captivating, and her clothes so stylish. She moves with such grace I swear she is floating. "Hi, Roberta, my name is Patricia Wilson. This is my husband Paula." My eyes glance over to a smaller version of Patricia. I can't believe I did not see Paula; she is just as beautiful as Patricia. Paula is wearing the identical royal blue satin dress to Patricia. She is every bit as beautiful as Patricia, and her posture and presence radiate an abundance of estrogen. Paula says in a captivating female voice. "We want to give you our very best wishes. You look quite ravishing, Roberta. I am not sure either of us would have the courage to wear your gorgeous backless mini dress." "You can't be a man, you are much too gorgeous and graceful." I respond incredulously. "We'll, thank you. It is two years since I became a full time female. There has been no end of voice lessons and schooling in female graces since then. Not to mention my constant dieting and my wife's watchful scrutiny to make sure I don't do anything remotely male except when we are in bed." I instinctively look up at Patricia. I am totally captivated by her; she has to be the most feminine person I have ever met. She is an oxymoron, a dainty giant. "Patricia is quite a person." Paula says noticing my enchantment with his wife. "She comes into my town and within the day has me wandering around town dressed like her. Before I know it, we are purchasing engagement rings from her father and I'm accepting a partnership in his jewelry chain. That day changed my life forever. The last two years are the happiest in my life." I am looking at her beautiful brown eyes as she speaks. "How did your friends and family accept the female you, Paula?" I venture, not really thinking about what I am saying but very interested in his reply for personal reasons. "I am very lucky. First, I have no family. In fact, I had very few friends back then. I was close to my recluse of a boss, Jerry. So I phone him that very weekend to tell him that I am about to be married, and have accepted a job at my future father-in-law's business. But I didn't want to leave Jerry in the lurch, so I ask him if I could meet with him to explain a little problem I have in staying the customary two weeks in my old job." "Patricia has done a real job on me that Sunday morning. I am a knockout. Every male eye in the restaurant followed me as I walked toward Jerry's table. You should have seen Jerry's face when gorgeous me sits down across from him. I thought his eyes are going to pop out of his head and all he could do is stutter. I waited a few moments for effect and then said in my most seductive voice, 'Hi Jerry, hope I didn't keep you waiting long.' He has a spasm and cutlery, dishes and food are everywhere. "He, of course, has absolutely no idea about my cross- dressing. When things settle down I explain how important it is to continue my life as Paula. With a great amount of hesitation I offer to stay at my job while he trains someone. I tell him it would be the hardest thing I ever did, but I will not let him down. We talk about this for about a half an hour and he slowly comes to the realization that I would be more disruptive in his department than helpful. I offer to make myself available to him on the phone and he grabs this solution like a drowning man. "I guess he sees the relief in my face and relaxes. Then, he does the most unexpected thing. He leans over and kissed me on the cheek and tells me he is going to miss me, especially the beautiful girl I have become. We invite him to the wedding but he doesn't come, that is the last I ever see of Jerry. "So the life I left behind pales in comparison with my life with Patricia these last two years. She is not only my wife but also my very best friend. We have done a great deal of traveling and we have made a rule to appear as sisters everywhere we go. Since my voice and grace lessons, not a single person I meet suspects that I am a male. I can't recommend them highly enough." She daintily opens her purse with her perfectly manicured fingers and hands me a business card. "Phone this number and mention Patricia and Paula Wilson's name." With that she leans over, kisses me on the cheek, tells me once more how convincingly female I look, and with a smile leaves with Patricia, hand in hand. What a class act those two are. Meeting Bobbi from "Travel Surprises" Five minutes later a very shapely young lady wearing a pink cashmere sweater and white slacks approaches me. "Hi Roberta, I'm Bobbi." she says in a beautiful voice, "I'm here with my wife Janice although she seems to have vanished. You look so lonely I thought I would come over and introduce myself." "Your wife!" I say. "There is no way you are a male?" "Used to be. But because of my wife, Janice, my mother, and my wife's best friend, Susan, I am now a anatomically correct female." After a long pause she reflects back on the day of her wedding. "I thought I was on my way to a simple shopping spree in Portland. Turns out everyone, and I mean everyone; my wife, my parents, my boss, my friends, has something else in mind for me. Janice and I are remarried in my hometown of San Francisco. On the pretense of taking me to a beauty salon, Susan, seduces me into becoming a woman. Janice and my mother tell me after that they wanted me to experience the wedding from the perspective of a bride but never intended for me to completely change genders." "Tell me more." I said. I am totally captivated with what she is telling me. "Susan takes me to a doctor who gives me a number of temporary alterations so that I can fit into Janice's wedding dress and not look ridiculous. You know, my bust is enhanced, my waist is reduced, a feminine face, etc. But they are witches that have cast a spell on me. The more beautiful I become the more I want to be even more beautiful. Yet, I am in a constant state of agitation that I will not be able to show up for work on Monday. "I should have noticed that a good deal of it is irreversible but I am so sexually stimulated with the thought of being a gorgeous bride. Susan inserts an appliance into my rectum that gives me something like a female orgasm. Further she has placed breast stimulation cones on me. I am completely powerless to stop. Every objection I raise to Susan, she has an answer. And if she doesn't have a satisfactory explanation, she gives me an orgasm to take my mind off the question. By the time I leave for my wedding I am irreversibly committed into continuing my life as a female." "Your parents agreed to this?" The thought comes to mind and my mouth responds. "My mother wanted a daughter from the day I was conceived. She even dressed me up as a girl until I was three years old. She is aware that I want to crossdress before I am. To make matters worse, she first sees me as a fully made up young woman when I am about seventeen and tells me later that I could have been her identical twin sister except for my age. After that, my parents think of me only as a girl but are afraid to reveal that they know my secret as it might embarrass me. I think at that time they both want me to go all the way, but without their influence." "And your wife has no objections?" "Janice didn't start out with the intention of having my sex changed. She has experienced lesbian love with Susan when they are in college and, quite frankly, I could provide nothing as her husband that could compare to it. She is addicted to lesbian lovemaking. From the day we are married she has me on hormones and dressing in female lingerie. I quickly learn Susan's methods of bringing her to an orgasm, and after a few months I lose my ability to have an erection anyway. "I naively thought that it is all of my own doing. I suspect something and discuss my changing body with her. She lies, tells me she started me on hormones only a few weeks earlier. By then, she has arranged for a surprise second marriage ceremony and a Hawaiian honeymoon. Susan is going to join us there so I can get advanced training in female-female love techniques. "I am so caught up with being a bride that my reasoning shut down. I am in a constant state of arousal. Unknown to me at the time she also has a device inserted in me that will castrate me within a few days. On the plane to Hawaii, I try to find out all that is going on. But whenever I got too close to Susan's plan she would stimulate my devices and my mind would turn to mush. Susan continues to hype me up at being a female until I finally say to both of them that I would like a vagina so I could also have real female orgasms. Little do I realize I am almost there. I think I have plenty of time before making a commitment to lose my manhood. "Boy, I am wrong. On the third morning of our honeymoon I wake up castrated. I guess I am the ultimate in Susan's fantasy to turn effeminate guys into girls. Anyway, I am in pain when I wake up that morning and by noon I am no longer a man. Susan insists that is what I wanted all along and Janice is delighted with my decision. She and I could finally have the sex she always fantasizes about. When we return to Seattle two weeks later no relative, friend or work associate is surprised that I has become a female." "How do you feel about it now? I asked. "I'm overjoyed that it has happened. I am no longer obsessed with being a girl so I could wear pretty clothes. Now I just am one and have gotten on with my life. Janice and I are more happily married than ever. I even have become good friends with Susan. To tell you the truth, there is nothing I miss about being Bob. I just wish the decision had been mine and mine alone." "Hi Roberta, congratulations. You look magnificent." A young lady who must be Janice arrives and takes possession of Bobbi's arm. "I guess Bobbi has been telling you all about her sex change. All she needed is a little push in the right direction. I am so in love with her. Next year we plan to have a baby. Some of her sperm is saved for this purpose. I hope it is a girl, I would like to name it after our best friend Susan." Bobbi kisses his wife. "You may have the baby but you agree I get to breast feed her." She turns to me and I notice her nipples through her blouse and bra, they are rock hard. "Bye for now Roberta. I hope the four of us can do a movie or something." As Bobbi retreats hand in hand with Janice, I am astonished that this swinging and shapely body once belonged to a man. I am momentarily lost with the fantasy of having transgender surgery. I better not spend any time with their Susan. A talk with the ladies from "Being Found Out" As I come back to reality I see three other girls approach me. One reminds me of Veronica in the Archie comics. She has long black hair, wide doe eyes, and voluptuous breasts. She is also about six or seven months pregnant. The other two must be identical twins. They are wearing identical red dresses that are painted on their hourglass figures. Both have long cascading wavy auburn hair that frame identical faces. Even their smiles showing bright white teeth through brilliant red lips are the same. Their waists seem unnaturally tiny. Their legs are long and shapely; both girls are swaying in unison. They walk as one. "Hi Roberta, I'm Michelle," says the pregnant one, "and these are my wives, Stacy and Helena. We are just talking to Kathy and she gave us a blow-by-blow description of your transformation. You look absolutely stunning." "Congratulations." the twins say in unison with the same voice. "I'm Helena." one of them says. "I am the male in this family." "A fully functional male, I might add," says the other patting Michelle's bloated tummy. "How am I to tell you two apart?" I ask Helena, completely dumbfounded by her revelation. Helena bends down to me. Her perfume numbs my mind. She whispers in my ear. "If you stare at my navel you will see a shimmering purple while Stacey shows a shimmering blue. I have an amethyst glued in my belly button where Stacey has a sapphire in hers. We must have looked at a thousand slips before we found one with the right translucency. My dress belongs to Michelle, but she has to remove her ruby when she developed an 'outie' a few months back. Anyway, she won't be wearing this dress a while longer." When she pulls away her smooth face brushes against mine and I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pressure. As she rises a most captivating smile appears and she winks at me. Now that I am aware of her secret my eyes rivet first on her and then on Stacey's midsection. Stacey notices my reaction and says in a voice that matches Helena's perfectly. "When we rub our stones together I can achieve an orgasm." It is just too much. "How do you get your voice to match Stacey's so perfectly?" I ask. "It isn't hard," Michelle replies. "I hypnotized them both and within an hour they sounded identical." Stacey gives her sister/husband a hug. "Not to mention a few other suggestions she made while we are under." "Helena, did your friends and work associates give you any grief when you became a girl?" "Stacey and Michelle are my very best friends long before the wonderful weekend they found out about my clothes fetish. During that weekend I was also found out by two of my co-workers. I am so happy with my new persona that they instantly became genuinely supportive. By Sunday I was in such a state that Stacey phoned my boss and he decides I make a much better Helena than Dave. By the time the week is out everyone at work is thinking I always have been Helena." "Not to mention that she transferred to personnel where she could make life very miserable for anyone who didn't," Michelle adds. "A big challenge is my mom and sister. They came down to meet Stacey and the new me the very next weekend. By the time we has said our hello's they are both convinced that I have made the right choice. My mother and sister finally feel free to confide with me. They were both aware of my cross dressing when I was a teenager. Apparently, they had bought special lingerie to suit my ultra feminine tastes and kept them in one of my sister's drawers where I found them. "They would arrange the drawers so they knew what I have used and what I am wearing at any point in time. I never suspect a thing. My sister sums up her feelings 'If I have of known that this wonderful woman is in my brother's body, I would have burned all his male clothes at an early age.' "My dad is a different story. I arrange for Stacey and me to go to my mom and dad's home the following weekend. Boy, is he in a rage, I have never seen him in such a state. Mom has taken him some pictures of me to show him how pretty I am. But, instead, he makes up his mind that I am a pervert and a complete disgrace to the family. He lashes into me with every mean thing he thought up during the week, using language that would make a sailor blush. "The only problem is that he thinks Stacey is me. She has purposely dressed in baggy clothes and tries to look as manly as possible. I, on the other hand, dress and make myself up to look like a natural female. He makes a complete fool of himself, saying that he can't understand what a beautiful intelligent girl like Stacey could see in his sissy faggot good for nothing son. With the help of mom and sis we bait him good, and Stacey plays her role as me well. When she returns after a tearful exit she has feminized herself. She walks past my dad who instantly senses something is wrong. She stands beside me, gives me a lustful kiss, takes me by the arm and looks straight into my father's eyes." "'Look,' she said putting on her take-charge attitude, 'you are about to become my father-in-law. You will need to accept Helena as she is because this is the single most important thing she wants. Everyone else has. Why can't you? She desperately needs your approval. And for the record, I am madly in love with your daughter. What is more, the third part of our love triangle, Michelle, is going to have your first grandchild so you have some serious thinking to do and an attitude adjustment to make.' "My father is so flabbergasted, his brain is in overload, that he can't speak. He stalks out of the house with doors slamming and the car squealing down the street. I am devastated. My mother gives me a hug and tells me it went better than she expected. 'He, no doubt, is going to get drunk,' she says. 'He always gets drunk when he doesn't have his own way on something major. But in the end it will all sink into his thick head and he'll eventually see the light.' "It didn't take very long. The next morning my dad is a mess. He is almost in tears as he begs Stacey and me to forgive him for what he said. He turns to me and tells me whether I am male or female, I am still his flesh and blood and he loves me and will do his best to adjust to my desires. He hesitates, but comes up and holds me as he would a daughter. I even get a brief peck on the top of my head. He then goes up to Stacey and says, 'I lose a son and gain three daughters and a grandchild. On balance it's a wonderful trade.' He wants to meet Michelle as soon as possible and asks for details on all of us. So Roberta, those people who really love you will come around in the end." "You are so kind to share that personal story with me." I earnestly reply. I have one last question. "Did I understand you correctly, the three of you are married?" My eyes must have been as big as saucers at the many revelations so far. Michelle comes and sits beside me on the sofa. She takes my hand and puts it on her tummy as she tells me their story. I feel the baby kick and my female side takes over more male territory. "First off, let me tell you that our relationship is no whim. In fact it is the basis of a professional paper I am writing with my boss, Dr. Ed Martin for my master's thesis." "You work for the Dr. Ed Martin?" I gasp. "Yes, and incidentally, I should make you an appointment with him. You need to have a professional opinion before you trap yourself in your female mode. Can I make one for you, Roberta?" "Please do." I take a card from my purse and write down my home phone on the back. "Can this be done this coming week?" Michelle squeezes my arm and the baby kicks in excitement. "Our three way wedding is spectacular" she starts. "It takes us four weeks of intense research to find out how to get married legally. It turns out we have to become members of the Olpala tribe in Montana. The tribe has a history of marriages between a male and two or more females. It appears they are near extinction in the beginning of last century. Most of the male members of the tribe were killed in a strip mining accident. The good old state government would have let the tribe die out except for one small thing. "Uranium is discovered on their land in the 1930s. The federal government would expropriate the land but the legal process will take decades. To restore the tribe they want to change the state marital code. It turns out the path of least resistance is to allow a small exception in the state marital code. And in return, the tribe provides free access and extraction rights to the uranium deposits. "When we approach the tribe elders about getting married it didn't take them long to figure out that their unique marital law may show great financial gains to the tribe. They refer the issue to their legal counsel. A careful review finds several things of importance. First, the marriage is only available to tribal members. Second, persons can very easily become a tribal member if they follow the adoption procedures established by the tribe. "This boils down to getting a tribal member to adopt you and the Tribal council to acknowledge the adoption. Third, they confirm that any number of people can be included in the marriage. Forth, most unexpectedly, as the original language is very vague, people of the same sex can be married. Considering the number of gays and lesbians that would like to be legally married under a state law the financial potential of this obscure exception grows astronomically. "So one day six months ago we all gather in Montana. The tribe has a quaint old hunting lodge that we take over, as it is off- season. It is big enough to accommodate all the wedding guests and bridal party. The main room at the back of the lodge is called 'the Starpath'. It has enormous storm doors that fold open. They call the doors 'Lodgeye'. Lodgeye has a breathtaking panoramic view of the mountains and of course the night sky. On either side of the Starpath is an identical stairway that curves down from the second level guest rooms. In addition, the Starpath can be accessed from the lobby through a beautiful enormous door carved into a scene of the night sky. Seats can be set up in the Starpath facing the mountains and we decide to hold the ceremony on the verandah just on the other side of Lodgeye. "We will have a very early morning marriage while the sunrise is in its full glory. There is a meadow directly in front of Lodgeye where several deer are always grazing. (They told us this area is a haven from hunters.) On the other side of the meadow is a lake beyond which is a green carpet of alpine forest that ascends all the way to the distant mountains. Also, a picturesque waterfall feeds into the lake. In fact, we spend the entire wedding day hiking the trails around the lake and up past the waterfall. We all agree there is no more appropriate spot for the three of us to pledge our future together. "So, at 5:30 the next morning, about a hundred people are sitting in dark in the Starpath waiting the day and the ceremony to begin. Everyone is pointing out to the millions of stars that shine through the clear sky. There are no lights at the back of the lodge and very visible showers of meteors announce what is to follow. Finally the sunrise is arriving. In an instant the sky and lake are a brilliant gold and the light shines directly into the Starpath. The meadow is still shrouded in mist." Stacey's eyes glaze as she describes our entrance. "At the right moment, we all start toward the altar... I come down the left winding staircase on the arm of my boss, John. Michelle enters down the right staircase with Dr Ed Martin. Helena goes into the Starpath through the carved door with her dad. "The lodge has neither a piano nor an organ but one of our friends is a piper and he plays during our entrance. We are descending into the mists of some glen in Scotland. "The men are in black tuxes; the formal wear contrasts exquisitely with the rustic background of the lodge. But we haven't seen each other's wedding dresses until this moment. It has been a game for each of us to keep our dresses secret. I first see Michelle with her boss. This must have be the first time in her life she is wearing a corset. Her waist couldn't be more than 18 inches." Michelle interjects "It was 17 inches which is pretty good for a pregnant lady." "The material of her gown is so translucent- it makes her look like she is walking in a pure white cloud. Her train ripples down the stairs ten feet behind her like a wind. She has an enormous bouquet of ruby red roses and baby's breath. Her eyes met mine and her smile wins my heart all over again. Dr. Martin couldn't be more proud if she is his own daughter. I look at my escort, John. He is caught up in the love and mood. He whispered in my ear that this is a moment he will cherish forever. I thought my heart would burst. Ever since I have took Helena's old job he is my mentor and a father I never had. "The three gentlemen and we are the bridal party. The men are in black tuxes. Our formal wear contrasts exquisitely with the rustic background of the lodge. We figure three brides would be enough femininity for one wedding. My dress. Glad you ask. I am more modest than Michelle; I have decided to hide my cleavage. The bodice is embroidered silk and I wear the largest hoop crinoline I can find. I feel like I had been here a hundred and fifty years ago, stepping off a carriage in front of a southern plantation mansion. I have an identical bouquet of roses but mine are dyed sapphire blue; that is my color. I even have my hair in ringlets with matching blue ribbon to complete the image of a southern belle. "We both see Helena at the same time as we converge toward the verandah. She takes my breath away." "Oh, mine too." says an excited Michelle. "She is absolutely stunning in an elegant silk dress that flows over her body like it is made by divine inspiration. The dress is so simple and her figure is so perfect. Her hairdo continues the curves of the dress. She must have practiced her walk for hours because she moves like she is a float. The roses, purple of course, complete a picture of perfection." Helena takes up the pace; "I will always remember my dad's reaction when he first sees me. His mouth is open and he shakes his head in disbelief. 'You look just like your mother at our wedding. If I ever had a doubt that you should be Helena, it has been forever erased.' I remember kissing him, calling him daddy for the first time in my life, and his chest expanded in pride a good four inches." "As we walk through the door into the Starpath I whisper to him. 'I hope my sissy faggot brother doesn't show up.' He responds that he is sorry, but he hopes the poor soul has died. He walks like he is escorting the queen, I have never seen him so proud. And I am prouder than him as I looked at the two goddesses descend from above in the golden light of the beginning sunrise to become my wives. "As the six of us stand at the alter on the verandah the Indian priest arrives in a pure white buffalo robe. He talks about love and being in tune with each other's souls and pronounces us spiritually united for the rest of our lives as the sun peeks over the hill with a blinding light. It still leaves a lump in my throat when I think about it." The room is totally quiet as everyone is reflecting on their imagery. Surprise Entertainment Finally the room returns to our reality and several other people come over to congratulate me. My creators Kate and Shirley from the beauty salon approach me. In a loud voice that can be heard by everyone, Kate announces. "Have you decided on the bikini line yet, Princess Short Stuff?" Shirley, on the other hand, has a personality change she participated in my torture session at the beauty salon. Her beauty is unique now that she is wearing elegant clothes and her long black hair is swirled in a stylish hairdo. Her complexion is flawless and her attitude is all peaches and cream. "Roberta, you absolutely stunning. I hope not hard to you back at work, need discipline," she says in her broken English. She turns to Susan and says, "I kiss you girlfriend, tell her I'm sorry." "Only if you kiss me too." Susan blurts out. It is apparent to me she didn't intended to be so intimate but this is now the mood in the room. As Shirley approaches, her eyes hypnotize me and I spend an eternity watching this oriental beauty slowly descend on my face. Finally our lips touch and I feel like I am about to swoon. Her hands slide along the sides of my neck and our lips touch again lightly. She draws back momentarily and once more touches. I am aware of a slight electric jolt each time our lips meet. And, our lipsticks slightly stick each time she pulls away. I involuntarily open my mouth a crack and she runs her tongue over the inside of my lips in ever slowing circles. I am starting to breath heavy and have an enormous erection. All the time her slender hands are messaging my neck. Her perfume is intoxicating. Then she is pulling away. I want to say "please, don't stop" but she is still in control of my mouth. I then watch as she does a repeat performance on Susan. I can feel the heat radiating off of my girlfriend. I reach for her hand and squeeze it as Shirley gently caresses my breast and her hand lowers to fondle my erection. A faint "oooohhh" escapes my lips. She pulls away from us with reptilian grace and smiles. She knows we are both there for the taking. My God, Madam Chu is a sexual predator. I look around. Everyone is staring at me and smiling. Finally, Michelle still sitting at my side says. "Yes sports fans, I is right there next to Roberta and Susan when they got devoured." There is much laughter. I especially notice Eve whispering something into Mary's ear and Mary's head nodding. I think there is more than one sexual predator in this room. Pat, the hostess, claps her hands to get everyone's attention. "As you know," she starts. "we usually have one or more of the ladies provide us entertainment." Looking directly at Susan and I, she continues, "What you just saw is not this evenings entertainment". Everyone laughs. She continues, "In the past, Paula had sung an exquisite aria. Kate gave a captivating Irish tap-dance routine. Shirley did an amazing ballerina performance. Mary did a memorable stand up comedian act. This evening, my husband, Malia was to do a solo Hawaiian hula. However, she found out there are other hula dancers in our group. "Helena, I am told is good enough to be a professional. Janice and Bobbi took hula lessons between love sessions on Hawaiian honeymoon. So these four dancers are about to give us a real treat. I am told the first is a traditional dance about the goddess Pele coming down from her volcano to tell the first settlers in Hawaii about the virtues of that Island. I don't know much about the second other than Malia's great grandmother taught her mother who in turn taught Malia this dance. It is a ritual last performed by virgins at a royal wedding over a hundred and fifty years ago. I have seen them practice and I must warn you it is very erotic. So keep your emotions under control. Patricia, please man the fire hose." From stereo behind us the faint voices of males chanting is heard between the rhythmic beatings on gourds. It gradually increases in volume until the chanters appear to be directly behind us. They then summon the goddess and from a distance in the house we hear Pele and her attendants responding in their own chant. We can hear the movement of their feet as they approach. This continues until they enter. Janice, Bobbi, Helena and Malia enter in a single file. They are all bear breasted; only wearing grass skirts. There hands are in fists and resting on their waists. Flowers and ferns adorn their ankles and wrists and each has a (haiku) lea on their heads. All girls have hair at least to their waists; Malia has hair down to her thighs. The picture is one of unified grace as their bodies, arms, hair, and feet move as one. The arm gestures and lithe swaying is so feminine. Even their breasts move in unison. All four have very erect nipples. The chanters on the tape behind us keep asking them questions in Hawaiian and they continue to respond. I already find it very erotic and it is only a minute into the program. The first piece ends far too soon and the audience gives a thunderous applause. In unison, each girl removes her panties from under her grass skirt and tosses them into the audience. I hear Pat whisper from behind me, "Hey that isn't in the act." Stacey's panties fall on my lap and I instinctively pick them up and bring them to my nose. They are soaking and the aroma is intoxicating. After a moment, Michelle takes them from me and puts them to her nose. "Oh my God, I know that smell well," she says in a trance. My hand is still resting on her tummy and I feel the baby kick wildly. In one motion the dress and slip covering Michelle bottom is scrunched up under her breasts. My hand is on her bare tummy and I am powerless to take it off. I am very uncomfortable as the second piece starts. I have a tent pole in my panties and I am sure that everyone must be looking at me. But to the last person all eyes are riveted on the four performers. They do several gestures that are very sexual. One in particular is a squat. In unison they look to one side without any show of emotion. They appear disinterested or perhaps they are just shy. Their knees jerk apart as they rise to their toes and the grass skirt falls across their sex. Simultaneously they are thrusting their hips simulating intercourse. All this takes place in about two seconds. Each time they do this sequence I find I am getting more turned on. Susan is crushing my hand and a moan escapes her lips. Now, Michelle has managed to remove her panties and she is pushing my hand slowly down her belly and toward her shaven pussy. I notice, almost imperceptibly, that Helena and Malia's love sticks are becoming more and more visible as the squats continue. On the other hand both Janice and Bobbi are masturbating as the grass skirt slides up and down between their pussy lips while they are flinging their knees to the side. All this is occurring in perfect unison. I don't think it is my imagination but the squats are getting longer and longer and more hip thrusts are occurring while the dancers are in the squat position. I wonder if they will orgasm as one. Michelle has my hand pinned over her crack and her hips are pistoning. I let my index finger slide between her crack and am rubbing her clitoris in rhythm to the movement of the dancers. I glance around and see that we are all turned on. Patricia and Paula have removed their blue dresses and a good deal of their underwear is scattered around them. Eve and Mary are still clothed but they are fondling each other big time. I look around and see Pat has a hand up her dress and soft moans are coming from her open mouth. Kate has Shirley in a trance as she is pulling her panties off. She, in turn is trying to breath while receiving one of Shirley's kisses. Michelle has her orgasm and yells, "I have a raging headache." I am perplexed. Michelle didn't look she is having a headache as she is about to orgasm a second time. I see Stacey and Helena break stride and are on the floor fucking for all they are worth. Michelle's phrase must have set them off. Susan climaxes but not too quietly. As I look toward her I feel someone pull my panties and pantyhose off. I then see Mary's face disappear under Susan's red dress. Meanwhile Eve has jumped up in my lap and my penis slips into her incredibly wet snatch. As I look up I see one of Eve's breasts coming toward my mouth. I glance to my left and down in time to see Shirley pushing my hand back up to Michelle's tummy and covering her pussy with her mouth. I hear groans as Pat and Kate are thrashing around on the floor behind me. Finally I feel a lurch as Paula mounts Shirley from behind and Malia likewise mounts Mary. So here we are at my coming out party. Eve is on my lap screwing me for all she is worth while I have one of her massive mammeries in my mouth. It comes to no surprise that she is lactating and I as sucking as intensely as I can. Susan has cut of the circulation in my right has with her clench. Mary is servicing her. In turn Mary is mounted doggie style by Malia. Meanwhile Michelle is receiving Shirley's long tongue that in turn is being screwed by Paula. Stacey and Helena are at our feet completely out of control. Pat and Kate are behind the couch in their own orgasmic world. A loud moan is heard close to my left and I realize Patricia is not being left out of the orgy, the entertainment of my coming out party. We are all so sexually excited that anybody can do anything to anybody else with welcome arms. We take a few minutes to take off our clothes. Susan tells me that she never wants to have another orgasm wearing my corset- it is too restrictive. We are like kids in a cookie shop trying each other's cookies. One real turn on for all of us is to watch gentle Eve seduce Michelle into sucking her breast. Michelle knew the hormones in Eve's milk would make her lactate and she really did not want to have to be milked until the baby arrived. But the combination of the two stewardesses' would convince the devil to turn to religion. Michelle managed to keep her mouth close until Mary brought her to a shuddering climax. The minute her mouth is open Eve has her breast inserted. Michelle by this time has given up and is doing her best to drain Eve of her last drop of milk. A number of us, me included, are feeling guilty. Are we cheating on our partner? Bobbi put us all at ease on this point. "I have been there, consider this a workshop on love. I, for one, appreciate and love Janice more with each successive workshop. When is the next one?" Holding Susan close to me I say, "I for one feel cheated. It is my coming out party and I saw only a part of the entertainment, I want a repeat performance." "I vote for that," says Susan, "but first let's get you into the corset and red dress so you can really appreciate it." Patricia adds, "Let me make sure the corset is extra tight so she gets to see the entire dance without distraction." Roberta goes to work. It is four a.m. Monday morning by the time we has all come to our senses. "It's too late to go home or go to bed," Stacey proclaims. What should we do now? Pat, the Personnel Vice President for my firm says, "Roberta, what have you done with Bob? How is he going to show up for work in four hours?" "Well I don't know. As Susan explained to Eve and Mary, Bob is out of town for the week and I, his sister, am house sitting." "I have an idea. Why don't we get Roberta ready to go to work? Susan can take over Bob's duties and I can arrange you to give her a hand for the week. I have a dress that would fit you that would go with your black shoes. It would be perfect for work, I haven't worn it for years-used to be my favorite when I is your size." "I don't know? I still don't sound like a girl. I'm sure someone would notice my male mannerisms." "We can fix that," Michelle states. "I can hypnotize you like I did Helena. We could have you sound like anyone here and give you the necessary mannerisms to pass you off in a convention of man haters." I am still hesitant but underneath I am very excited at the prospect. While I am trying to make up my mind Pat comes into the room and holds a darling simple black mini dress up to me. Most noticeable is the "V" neckline that would display my cleavage. "Try it on, try it on." they all chant. I really don't have a choice. I remove the red dress and shoes, put on my black shoes that I wore with Susan's orgasmic dress and stand in front of them in a male pose that I hope will persuade them to give up this craziness. "Here, let me help you with your posture." Paula explains and in no time I am gliding like a fashion model in front of them. "Oh Roberta, this is so exciting. Please do it. Please do it." Susan squeals. I give a shrug that I meant to tell them I really want to but I am reluctant. They take it as a "Yes" and the next thing I know I am sitting in front of Michelle looking into her eyes while she is telling me in a soothing voice that I am really going to enjoy myself. When I tell her "Okay", they all laugh. "You have been under for the last 90 minutes. You chose to imitate Patricia's voice and mannerisms. She and Paula practiced with you for almost an hour." She has all the guests turn around while Patricia and I take turns reading an article on how to make a souffl?. Even I can tell that our voices sound identical. Every one agrees it sounds like Patricia has read the entire article. My hands come up to my mouth in a very Patricia mannerism. I jump up and walk to the other side of the room. My movements and hand positions seem natural but foreign to me. Patricia does the same thing and I recognize that I have imitated her exactly, the erect posture, the confident head swings, the abrupt turns. I am astounded. "What else have you done to me?" I ask in my Patricia voice. "Helena and Malia have to tightened your corset to get the dress to hang more naturally. You agreed to lose 10 pounds so your corset will be less uncomfortable." Susan says. "And in order for you to lose the weight, you are not going to be able to put any food in your mouth except for my breast milk." Eve says with a big grin. "I have a short flight Wednesday evening but I think we can work around that. When you have lost the weight, you have been programmed to love salads and loathe steak and other fattening food. You can probably eat them but you will throw them up." "To take your mind off food we have arranged your lunch hour activities for the week." Stacey continues. "Helena will take you shopping for more clothes today. You need a wardrobe for work. Pat is going to take you to see her friend at the motor vehicle registration department Tuesday. We can't have you going around with a driver's license of a male. You have a beauty appointment with Kate and Shirley on Wednesday or Thursday. This depends on which day Michelle can get you to see Dr. Martin. And Friday the love of your life, Susan, will take you to select a perfume. Mary also wanted to do something. So Pat has given you Friday afternoon off for your first look at wedding dresses." "Are you ready for breakfast?" Eve asks me. "I'm famished." And I giggle a very Patricia giggle while looking at Eve's considerable assets.