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Ms Lori's Master Plan By Lori San D'Angelo It was hot. I mean really, really hot. The lack of air conditioning in the crowded Caribbean airport, and the swarm of frustrated travelers in it, only made things hotter. I had just spent the last week competing in a swim competition featuring some of the best aquatic athletes from across the "Americas", and was hoping to be back in Boston before supper. But something was wrong. It seems that no planes were leaving the airport, on account of some kind of terrorist attack. It was hard to get details. To this day I'm not sure what happened. When I finally reached to the ticket counter, the attendant suggested that I remain in the airport until a flight or alternate arrangements could be made. I tried not to show how angry I felt. I knew that it wasn't her fault. I asked if I could get my luggage back, as I had opted not to take any carry-ons, and my wallet. Basically my whole life was in my suitcase. The woman assured me that there would be no problem getting my luggage back, and said that someone would come get me from the lounge within a half hour. That was at 9:00AM. At noon, a representative from the airline approached me with a distressed look on her face. "Mr. Adams?" I nodded, "Anthony, er, call me Tony." She paused, and then broke the worst possible news. My baggage had been put onto a plane bound for London. What's worse, as a result of the events that closed the airport, it was re-routed to Halifax, Nova Scotia, where it was now sitting on the tarmac. And of course, the authorities will not permit anything to be removed from the plane; thus, I would have to wait for the plane to arrive in London, before my luggage could be returned to me. I sighed. It was then that she must have spotted me, since she seemed to know my situation even before we had met. I heard her voice first. "Are you having trouble dear?" It was the kind of voice that made a man's hair stand on end, among other things. It was deep, but soft, sweet, but firm. It was, in a word, the sound of sex. Upon hearing her question, I wasted no time to spin around and view the being that stood behind me. If her voice was the sound of sex, then she was sex embodied. She was quite tall, a side effect of the towering black patent, spiked-heeled boots. They rode up her incredible legs to just under her knees. It was there, that her legs, clad in the silkiest black nylons anyone could have imagined, continued up under her leather skirt. The skirt began high on her thigh, and was slit on either side, which allowed for my visual tour of her legs to continue where it shouldn't have. She was topped with tight fitting metallic black sleeveless shirt, with a mock neck collar and a large keyhole to expose her ample cleavage. Her face was professionally made up. Creamy pale skin, velvet burgundy lips, high cheekbones accented in a similar colour, and then her eyes. They were outlined several times in different tones of black, blending into grey as the colour filled her eyelids and rose towards the outer corners of her face. She had long, feathery lashes and thin arching brows that made her look inquisitive, if not condescending. She smiled. Her face glowed with wisdom and caring, and something else too, as if she was so very happy to have found me. I sputtered. "Uh." She let out a dry laugh, and then spoke again. "Don't tell me. Your plane has been canceled and you've lost your luggage. Worse still, you have no money and nowhere to go while you wait. How am I doing so far?" "How.how did you know that?" I stumbled. "I watched you", she replied, and then wasted no time to introduce herself to me. "My name is Lori, Ms Lori if you please. I have a private residence not far from here and you are welcome to be my guest as long as you like." she paused, waiting for me to introduce myself. "Anthony Adams, uh, Tony will do. You can call me.. uh", I stumbled again, my mind just catching up to what she had said. "You would help me?" "It would be my privilege. Come Anthony Adams, my car is outside." Car was an understatement, I thought to myself, as we climbed into a large black Suburban 4x4 SUV. The driver, a very attractive young woman, probably not much older than myself, beamed warmly at me from beneath her sunglasses, as I climbed in to the rear, beside the mysterious Ms Lori. "Anthony Adams, this is Kira. She is my personal attendant. I believe she is originally from New York, but she is quite happy now, to call this humble Island "home"." Kira said nothing, still smiling, as she began to pull the truck out of the airport parking lot, and onto the road. I could see that her outfit was similar to Ms Lori's, only in it was a bright indigo blue in color. Her auburn hair rolled down passed her shoulders in gentle curls. The trip to Ms Lori's ranch, as she called it, took a little more then an hour. The road became less and less busy, and less and less paved, as we made our way through forest and field to her costal abode. During the trip, she explained how she had grown up in Canada, but moved to the Caribbean soon after losing her parents in a tragic car wreck. It seems that they left her quite a fortune, which she monitors and grows from her island headquarters. "I have more money now then I will use in three lifetimes. I earn more on the interest in three months, than many will earn in their life." Her home showed her wealth well. It was a huge two story Spanish styled mansion, right on the shores of the Caribbean Sea. Inside, the walls were adorned with pictures and paintings and the rooms were decorated with antiques. Kira lead me to my room. As I followed her, I began to notice just how voluptuous her body was. Before I knew it we had entered the room. It was a lot more feminine than I'd have liked but I couldn't complain. It had white walls and was decorated and accented with a multitude of shades of pink. Pink trim, pink light fixtures, pink border, a four- poster, queen-sized bed, with pink sheets, and a pink satin canopy overwhelmed my senses. Even the scent of the room was light and sweet, and feminine. I turned and saw that Kira had left, and in her place Ms Lori stood, with a large goblet in her hand. "You must be starving", she smiled handing me a thick milkshake-looking drink, pink colored of course. "Kira and I have been dieting lately, so unfortunately, there isn't much else for you to eat. I'm sure that you will find it delicious, and satisfying in every way." I took the straw in my lips and began to drink. She wasn't kidding. It was fabulous, a mixture of creamy vanilla and strawberry flavors that seemed to make my whole body tingle as I drank. Before I knew it, I was finished. "Mmmmm, that is good", seemed to be all that I could say, as the drink had given me an almost intoxicated feeling. I sat on the corner of the bed to collect myself. "You poor boy," Ms Lori began," You've had such a dreadful day. You must be exhausted." I nodded in agreement. "Why don't you take a shower, and I'll have Kira dig you up some fresh clothes." The offer sounded great, I had been in my jeans and short-sleeved shirt since very early in the morning in a sweaty, crowded airport, and although it was much cooler at Ms Lori's mansion, I felt my skin starting to crawl as the sweat began to permeate my clothes. Ms Lori smiled at me and pointed towards the en-suite bathroom, before she turned and left the room. As I entered, I was again inundated by more soft floral scents. The bathroom, much like the bedroom, was decorated in pink and white. Pink tiles, pink paint, pink towels, a pink toilet, a pink sink, a pink tub that looked big enough to hold 2 or 3 people, and finally a pink shower. I turned on the shower, and slipped out of my sweaty clothes. As the water fell over my body I felt almost instantly relaxed. After a few minutes of simply enjoying the water, I looked around for some soap. On a ledge, I saw four bottles of pink liquids. One labeled body wash, one face wash, one shampoo, and the other conditioner. I poured the body wash onto a towel and started to lather it over my skin. It instantly worked into an amazing foam, which tingled as I applied it over my skin. The tingling sensation became overwhelming, and incredibly arousing. As I started to rinse the foam off of my body, I noticed that I had become quite erect. My mind was still in a haze as I applied the face wash. It too was extremely invigorating, tingling and cleansing my tired face. Soon I had shampooed and conditioned my hair and I was stepping out of the shower. The towels were so soft and fluffy; they could have passed for bedding. As I carefully padded myself dry, I couldn't help but notice how smooth and soft my skin appeared. The body wash had really worked well, as they appeared to be almost devoid of any hair whatsoever. Even my crotch was nearly bare. Not that I had been hairy before. As a swimmer, I routinely waxed and trimmed my body hair, to reduce resistance in the water. But this.this was different. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and stepped into the bedroom, and made my way to the vanity, where I found a large hairbrush on the counter. After lightly toweling my thick hair, I began to brush. It was then that I noticed how my hair seemed slighter lighter, and a tad bit longer then I remembered it. I simply chalked it up to all of the chlorine and sun I had been getting as of late, and as for the length, I wore my hair a little on the long side, past my ears, so I must have simply let it grow too long. There, on the bed, were some clean clothes, with a note. It picked up the paper, and read: Anthony A. I instructed Kira to wash your clothes. In the meantime, we've assembled the closest thing That we could find to your style of clothing, I hope that you will not mind, As they are slightly androgynous. Ms Lori I held up my new outfit for inspection. Ms Lori wasn't kidding, and androgynous was an understatement. The top was a white shirt with bright pink 3/4 length sleeves. It was cropped short, meaning that it would just barely cover my abdomen. The jeans were low riding hip huggers, that gently flared out at mid calf level. They were defiantly girl's jeans, but what choice did I have? I paused when I got to my new undergarments. Though I wore tight and skimpy Speedos when competing, my weapon of choice for everyday, were boxers. The pink cotton panties were the furthest things from it. I guess they looked a little bit like briefs, but I still had to think twice about whether or not to go through with this new attire. I decided that it was only temporary, until I got my other clothes back, and besides, no one here knew me anyway. With that in mind, I slipped into my new outfit. A wide belt with a big silver buckle, and a pair of pink canvas sneakers, with a fairly thick rubber sole, finished the ensemble, and I made my way back to the center of Ms Lori's massive complex. There, seated ever-so-seductively on a long leather sofa, was Ms Lori. Dressed in a nearly see-through robe, she smiled at me as she sipped on her milkshake. "Hello Anthony," she said between sips, "I trust your shower was acceptable?" I nodded. Seeing her lying before me, barely dressed, seemed to put me into a nearly trance-like state. I sat down across from her on another couch, and began to sip from my own milkshake. "You're clothes fit you remarkably well, you look absolutely darling". I felt my face grow warm. I was blushing. An odd reaction to a compliment, I thought. Another strange burning was coming from another area, and a tightness in my groin gave it away to my hostess. "I see that your hormones are working rather well Anthony, or may I call you Tony?", she grinned seductively at the very apparent bulge in my pants. I blushed again. "You find me attractive don't you Tony? You find Kira attractive as well". I could only nod and smile as I rink my shake and blushed. Ms Lori moved closer to me. "You'd like to be this close to a woman all of the time, wouldn't you Tony?" I nodded again, my mind filling with strange, hazy thoughts. Ms Lori was now seated beside me, eying me up. I stared into her dark eyes, feeling her sexual energy come over me, or was this my own energy? I finished the drink, and slowly set the glass down, Ms Lori wasted no time, locking her moist lips to my own. As she kissed me, she undid my belt and opened up my pants. She took my swollen organ in her hand and gently stroked it. After a few minutes, she moved down to my crotch and took it into her mouth, licking and sucking gently on it. Gradually she began to suck harder and harder on it until I felt as though I would explode. My head was spinning, my body writhing in pleasure, and finally I couldn't hold it any longer. Whatever had happened, happened with such force that I passed out. When I awoke I was in my room tucked into my bed. I went to sit up only to remember how dizzy I was. I noticed that I had been dressed for bed, in a pink cotton nightshirt that came down to just above my knees. I jumped out of bed and searched for my clothes, but they were gone. The only other garment I could find was a pink silk robe. I put it on and headed out of my room. The house was quite dark as I made my way through its many corridors, until I heard the sound of giggling. I found Ms Lori and Kira in the main lounge of the home. They were watching MTV, reading magazines, eating junk food, and carrying on like teenaged girls. As I crept into the room their giggling stopped. Kira smiled at me as she applied nail polish to Ms Lori's fingernails. "Tony, my dear boy. I am so sorry. Did we wake you up?" Ms Lori asked. I shook my head. I glanced at the two women, dressed in long robes similar to my own, Ms Lori's in black and Kira's in indigo blue. "Uh, no, I'm fine," I stammered like an idiot, "I just couldn't sleep." Ms Lori grabbed my hand and gently guided me to the couch. "Perhaps a manicure would help you sleep dear boy". I didn't know what to say. Kira wasted no time, and began to clean and file my nails. Ms Lori could see the look of apprehension on my face. "Relax Tony A. Men get manicures all of the time dear, we're just going to clean up those lovely little fingers of yours." I was trying to figure out why she had put the special emphasis on the initial of my last name. It didn't make sense to call someone Tony A. Oh well, I thought, its just Ms Lori being quirky. By the time I had finished debating Ms Lori's quirks, Kira was putting the finishing toucheson my right hand. As she moved the brush of nail polish towards my fingers. I recoiled the whole arm. Kira gave me a strange look. "Its only clear Tony. It helps to strengthen the nail." Ms Lori nodded in agreement. Feeling foolish, I returned my hand. Soon Kira was done, and I admired her work, as she grabbed my right foot and began the procedure again. My fingernails had been rather long to begin with, just lazy on my part, and Kira didn't shorten them the way I would have expected. Instead, they were filed and trimmed into smooth ovals that extended well past my fingertips. The so-called clear polish was not entirely clear. It had a hint of frosted pink, and lots of gloss. Moments later, Ms Lori finished my left hand and joined her helper on my feet. As I sat there, staring at my newly sculpted nails, a strange sensation came over me. I loved them, the nails that is. I couldn't help by stare at them. They were so sleek, and smooth and shiny. Soon the two women had finished my feet and I peeked over to see Ms Lori removing the cotton balls from between toes. The nails were trimmed and smoothed and polished with the same off-pink lacquer that adorned my hands. Kira handed me a drink. It looked like pink lemonade, but its scent quickly betrayed the copious amounts of vodka that had been mixed with it. As I took a sip, I noticed another familiar taste as well, though I could not put my finger on it. It reminded me of the pink milkshakes. Perhaps there was a hint of strawberry. No matter, I thought as I quickly sipped on the drink. Before I knew it I had finished it, and Kira was handing me another. The rest of the night flew by. We watched TV, we played games, we sang songs, and we drank. I was really out of character, but figured the alcohol played a role in changing my behaviour. When I awoke the next morning, I realized that I had slept quite late. As soon as I started to move I realized something else, I was quite hung-over. On the nightstand I found a note with two pink capsules. I squinted hard to read the message: 'Tony A, Take these right away They'll help you feel better Then have a shower Ms Lori' Without thinking I downed the pills and headed to the bathroom. My ritual would be much the same this morning as it had been yesterday. I washed my body with body wash, my face with face wash and my hair with shampoo and conditioner. As I was rinsing my hair, I noticed how much fuller and thicker it seemed to be. That shampoo must really be something. But, that wasn't the only thing, it was longer too, or was my mind playing tricks on me. I wrapped myself in a towel, exited the bathroom and sat at the vanity to dry my hair. I had never used a blow dryer before, but figured with my hair being so thick and healthy, I might as well. I found a large brush in a drawer and began to dry my mane. As it dried, it started to shine, and it looked even lighter then before. As I watched myself brushing my hair, strange thoughts began to fill my head. I began to daydream of getting my hair styled, or permed, or maybe just streaked. I shook my head to snap out of it. These weren't normal thoughts for a young man to have. It must be my surroundings, I told myself, all this pink, Kira and Ms Lori, this lovely house, this lovely island, these lovely nails, I thought as I glanced down at my hostesses' handiwork. As I watched myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice how dry my lips looked. It must have been from all the alcohol last night, I was dehydrated, but now my lips were becoming sore, raw, and even starting to swell a little. I rummaged through the vanity for anything that looked like lip balm, finally settling on a small jar of strawberry scented gel. It looked harmless enough, tasted wonderful, and started to sooth my aching lips right away. But there was one tiny little problem. It was glossy, really, really glossy. I immediately grabbed a tissue and started to wipe the balm from my lips. Almost instantly the raw pain returned. I grimaced and started to reapply the gel, in sparing amounts. Soon my mouth was relieved of pain, and my lips were a little bit shiny, but hey, what choice did I have. I also noticed that my chest was itching and tingling, as if it were sun burnt, or irritated somehow. I rubbed some moisturizer over by chest and nipples and made my way to the bed to inspect the new outfit lying before me, with a note. TonyA, It seems that we've lost your clothes temporarily Unfortunately this outfit is much less masculine than your first one, But I think you will find it most comfortable. The weather is expected to improve later tonight Maybe we can find you some shorts for tomorrow Or the next day. Ms Lori I glanced down at the clothes that she had put out for me, and my jaw fell open. If yesterday's outfit was a little bit androgynous, then today's outfit was down right feminine. The pants were some the same style of low-rider, hip-hugger flares as the jeans were, but instead of blue denim, these pants were made of some kind of vinyl or PVC. Worse yet was the color, soft opalescent pink that seemed to shimmer and change as I moved the garment. The tee shirt was pretty much the same as before, white with pink sleeves, only this time the sleeves were shorter and the word "Star!" was written in big glittery pink letters. I would later notice that the shirt was cropped higher then before as well, giving a peek at my firm stomach and navel to just about anyone. I gasped when I held up the underwear that had been laid out for me to wear. Not unlike yesterday's version, these new undergarments were bright pink, but that is where the similarities ended. Where yesterday's cotton brief panties, could almost be misconstrued as men's underwear, there was no way anyone could mistake this new pair for anything other than girl's panties. They were hi-cut on the sides, exposing the maximum allowable amount of thigh, with a patch of cotton and lace over the front and back. Inside, was a type of sleeve that I surmised was intended to hold my member and tuck it away from view. I panicked. There was no way I could wear this get-up. It was too girly, too sexy and too pink. I'd just have to wear this towel all day until Kira finished washing my clothes. I plopped down on the bed and grabbed a magazine off of the nightstand. It was girl's fashion mag. Not exactly Sports Illustrated, but it would do. Inside I found articles on dating, sex, makeup, fashion spreads, and one particularly interesting piece on men's fashion, and what girls like to see on guys. I began to read. The article spoke with a dozen or so girls across the country, to see how they would like to see more guys dressed. To my surprise, the majority of them liked the new androgynous look that was all the rage in Europe and slowly moving into the States. Tight fitting, flared pants, cropped shirts, see through blouses, stacked shoes, even skirts, in bright pastel colors including, of course, pink. They even liked to see guys with makeup. Frosted lips, dark eyes, thin brows, and rosy cheeks. I couldn't believe my eyes. I even checked the date to see how old the article was. It was this month's edition. The writer even predicted that we'd see mainstream gender bending within the coming year or two. The girls in the article all wanted to be able to share clothes and makeup with their boyfriends. It was too weird, yet the growing bump in my towel, suggested that the thought did interest me. I was about to get up, when Kira burst into the room with a large milkshake on a silver platter. She was dressed in an indigo maid's uniform, modified slightly to show off her fabulous body. Opened toed, chunky heeled platform slides raised her height into the high 5-foot range, if not low 6-foot range. Her luscious legs were incased in creamy white stockings, which ended in lacey bands just under her short skirt. Her blouse appeared to be missing buttons from her chest upwards, exposing the insides of her ample bosom. I stopped to collect my thoughts before she noticed that I was staring at her. "Do you like my outfit Tony-Ah," she smiled. I was busted. I did like her outfit, but I was unsure what it was that intrigued me most. The cut, the color, the materials, the shoes, the makeup, I loved them all. I felt weird again, my head clouding over. Why had she called me "Tony-Ah". Yesterday I was Tony A. and now Tony-Ah. They must be playing with me. I just smiled. "Yes, its nice." "Three days a week I have to clean the house, and Ms Lori insists that I wear this thing. I guess it's not that bad. Mostly I wear it so that I don't hurt Ms Lori's feelings. She is so generous and giving, the least I can do is wear the clothes that she gives me." I paused and looked down at the outfit that Ms Lori had left for me. "Is everything alright Tony-Ah?", Kira queried, "Are your clothes okay?" I smiled, "Of course", I lied, "I just wasn't sure where to start". Kira smiled back, "I'll help you". With that she stood me up and removed my towel and began to dress me. Before I knew it, I standing before the mirror, dressed in my funky feminine pants and top, and the scary part was, I liked it. Kira helped me slip into my shoes, black oxfords, with a particularly thick sole, especially around the heel. It was subtle enough to look almost masculine, but I could feel the difference it made in my posture. I was standing straighter then before, with my rear pointing slightly up and out. I turned to Kira, "Well?" She paused for a moment, "Its good, but.." "But what?" I asked. She hesitated, "It's your eyebrows." "My eyebrows?" "Well, yeah. You've got this really sleek outfit on, and these great nails, and your lips look good too, and then there's this bushy mono- brow thing going on up there. I don't know, maybe it's just me." I glanced into the mirror. She might be right; my eyebrows had started to grow into one single bushy mess. It took away from my whole look (My whole look? What was I talking about? I'm a guy; we're supposed to have bushy brows). I thought back to the article that I had read earlier. Bushy brows were listed as a big turn off. "Okay, what can I do?" Kira grabbed my hand and whisked me out of the room and across the massive house to a room that appeared to be a small salon. Its walls were stocked with mirrors and supplies; two or three large vanities adorned one side with an equal number of salon chairs on the other wall. I finished the last sip of my strawberry shake and seated myself in a chair. Kira placed a bib on my chest (which, by the way, was still experiencing an unexplained tingling sensation) and lowered the chair back so that I was staring at the ceiling. Kira approached with a tray of tools and supplies, and wasted no time applying the hot wax and strips to my brows. After what seemed like the longest forty minutes of my life, Kira raised the chair and spun me towards a mirror. My jaw nearly hit the floor. My once bushy eyebrows had been reduced to thin, sleek arches, climbing gracefully towards my temples before gently sloping off. It made my face look permanently surprised and inquisitive, and something else.. I couldn't quite put my finger on. Kira spun me around and looked me in the eyes. "Much better, isn't it?" Her smile was intoxicating, as was her scent. She smelled of roses and berries and vanilla all rolled together into one sweet fragrance. I smiled in return, "It's not what I expected, but I really like it". Truth was I though it looked a little weird on me, but I didn't want to disappoint her. Besides, they'll grow back, I told myself. "Okay, listen now Tony," Kira's face became serious and her voice stern. "Ms Lori is away for the day, and left a very specific list of things to do, but the weather is supposed to improve this afternoon, and I was thinking that we might go to the village market. But, I can't get everything done by myself, so if you help.." I didn't wait for her to finish "Sure I'll help", I said. Going to the market sounded like a fabulous idea. Before I knew it, Kira had retrieved a white apron for me to wear, and was showing me what needed to be vacuumed, dusted and polished in order for us to go. And so I spent the morning cleaning Ms Lori's mansion. With two of us, it didn't take that long, and it wasn't as bad as I thought. In fact I even enjoyed it a little. We sat in the kitchen sipping our shakes gazing out the window. As we watched, the clouds began to part and the sun poked out. Kira shot me mischievous grin, set down her shake, and ran out of the kitchen. Intrigued by her erratic behaviour, I followed. As I made my way through the house, I began to see articles of clothing, Kira's clothing, strewn about. A shoe here, and top there, the trail ended at the massive sliding door that led outside to the pool area, it was there that I caught a glimpse of Kira, dressed only in her bikini-style bottoms, diving into the pool. Instantly, I knew what she had in mind. I walked through the door and began to disrobe. Within a few seconds, my clothes lay in a pile on the patio, and I jump into the pool wearing only my new feminine briefs. We giggled and splashed for what must have been a good half hour, before the sun disappeared. It was then, without warning the sky turned dark, and began to pour down on us with a cascade of warm sweet rain. We continued to play until a flash of lightening, and clap of thunder sent us scurrying indoors. Kira procured two fuzzy pink towels, and we stood at the window, drying off and watching it rain. It was then that I realized my clothes were still outside. I gasped, and went pale. Kira followed my gaze to my pile of soaking clothes, and let out curious sound. It was half giggle and half gasp. "Well," she said, " I guess I had better find you some knew clothes really fast, or we'll never get to the market". Without saying another word, she ventured off to her room, returning a few moments later with a pile of clothes in hand. She handed them to me and smiled, "It's the best I could do Tony.Uh". Before I could protest, Kira had again disappeared, and I found myself headed back to my room. I set the clothes on my bed, and sat before the vanity. My hair, now past my chin, was tangled mess as a result of my hasty departure from the pool. I began to lovingly brush it out. With it parted down the middle, I was about to pull it back into a ponytail, when I looked up to see Kira's reflection smiling at me. "You can't keep sneaking up on me like that", I said, realizing that my voice sounded different. It was softer and more "throaty" than before, slightly higher in pitch. It must just be hoarse from all of the giggling and laughing that we did in the pool. Kira didn't say a word, she only smiled and reached into a drawer, producing several different items, none of which I was familiar with. She began to work on my tresses with expert precision, applying, brushing, sticking what looked like pieces of tin foil in my hair, and then brushing some more. I knew this would be a long process, whatever she was doing, and dozed off, exhausted from my swim. I awoke to the sensation of something cool and moist touching my skin. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Kira smiling at me. "Hello sleepy head, " she beamed. She had a triangular sponge in her hand, and was rubbing it on my face and neck. My eyes tried to focus on what she was doing, but were quickly drawn up to my hair. My once brown locks had been highlighted with streaks of blonde in various shades, from rich gold to pale platinum. My bangs were straight cut across the tops of my sculpted brows, and "poofed" up. I know poofed is not a word, but it's the first thing that came to mind. My bangs, indeed most of my formerly boring hair, was now puffed, wisped, and slightly curled. It was like nothing that I had every worn before. At first I was shocked, but the more I looked at it, the more I liked it. Sensing that my initial shock had subsided, Kira quickly changed the subject, "This face cream will help to keep your face from peeling, and will hide your burnt skin when we go to the market." Huh, what? Burnt skin? I surveyed my face in the mirror. Kira was right; I had gotten nice sunburn from our romp in the pool. I could see and feel where she had applied the cream. It relieved the burning sensation, and returned my skin to it natural color. Well, almost natural. It was a shade or so lighter than my skin tone, and pretty shiny. I hoped that Kira wasn't quite finished; as I was sure that I looked like a "boy in makeup". Although, I thought to myself, that article I read did say that girls nowadays were into that. Perhaps it was the way to get Kira's attention, and maybe even affection. When I looked up again, she had finished, and was dusting my face with a translucent powder. This, I would learn later, would remove the shine from my face. I also made me quite pale, since it covered up any natural color in my lips and cheeks. It even covered over my brows and lashes, giving me a ghost-like homogenous and blemish-free appearance. Kira, if by magic, knew what I was thinking, and reassured me, "Don't worry, you'll be back to your old self in no time. Perhaps even better than your old self." With that she began to re-apply my features. First she defined my brows and outlined my eyes with dark brown eyeliner. A touch of matching mascara on my lashes made my eyes jump off my blank face. Kira would balance my look by adding a hint of rosy blush to my cheeks, and some of my frosted lip balm to my mouth. I had to take a second look at my lips, as they looked to be much fuller and puffier than I remembered them. And speaking of fuller and puffier, what was up with my chest? The chlorine must have made my infection worse, as my nipples were now the size of gumdrops, and my pecks had swollen into noticeable bumps. They were very tender, sending shivers through me whenever my gown brushed by them. Kira smiled approvingly, and whispered, " Get dressed so that we can get going. I have so much I want to show you." With that, she kissed my ear and left the room. It must have worked, my look that is. I could tell that she was interested in me. I floated into my room and picked up my clothes for inspection. Kira had left a little note on them for me. TonyA, I hope you like your outfit, I can't wait to see you in it, It's the latest style, And I think you'll look amazing! Kira It was signed with a lipstick kiss mark. My penis was throbbing. She really did like me, especially in my new, somewhat androgynous look. I decided that I would do whatever she asked me, and wear whatever she wanted me to. I had to. I was going to be hers, and she mine. My newest attire was even more feminine than the last. Instead of flared hip-huggers, I now had pale pink capri pants. My top was a wide-collared, semi-transparent button down blou.er I mean shirt. Underneath all of that, I would have to wear a new pink thong, again with a special sleeve to hide my manhood. I also had a little pink- cropped shirt, which looked more like a sports-bra, and a pair of white nylon knee-highs. I wasted no time getting dressed, and finished the ensemble with a pair of pink wedgie sandals. As I stood before the mirror, the words from the article rang through my head. I was defiantly androgynous, and I was sure that Kira would like my new look. I met Kira by the front door. She was dressed in an outfit similar to mine, with pale blue capri pants and a white blouse over a lacy blue bra. Her lower legs were encased in white nylon, like mine, and she wore similar wedgie sandals, only in blue. She handed me a small pink leather bag, similar to the blue one she had slung over her shoulder, and headed out the door. On the drive to the market, I couldn't help but thinking of how nice Kira looked, but also of how nice I looked, and felt. These new clothes were so comfortable, I couldn't imagine going back to plain old jeans and tee shirts now. Especially when she would turn periodically and smile. My hear was racing, I wanted to please her so much. For a short time, it struck me how silly I must look, dressed in nearly feminine clothes, carrying a purse, wearing a touch of makeup. But the panic subsided as I reassured myself that I was only trying to impress Kira, by showing her that I was open minded, adventurous and up with the latest androgynous trends. Besides all that, I really looked great! My hips were rounder, my waist smaller, my skin smoother, my hair was incredible, in fact all of my features seemed to be softer and more attractive. What more could a gir.uh I mean guy ask for? When we arrived at the market, Kira advised me not to make eye contact with anyone that wasn't selling, and never pay their first price. Barter with them until you get the price that you want. The market itself was a virtual beehive, with hundreds of vendors selling a plethora of goods. We picked up some fresh fruit and vegetables before heading into the crafts and jewelry displays. There, Kira bought some snazzy silver bracelets and a new watch. I liked them so much that I had to buy some for myself. I ended up with nearly a half dozen silver bracelets, an anklet and a lovely watch. It was then that Kira suggested that I get my ears pierced. At first I was reprehensive, but as I saw the selection of lovely earrings, my will softened, and I sat down in the chair. Kira said something to the jeweler in Spanish and he nodded saying something about a senorita and looking at me. I was no Spanish expert, but I always thought that senorita referred to a young lady, not a young man. Oh well, I thought as the shopkeeper punched two holes in either ear, and fitted them with shiny silver studs. Kira bought some gorgeous silver hoops earrings, which she said I could wear in a day or so, if I kept my ears clean. As we headed back to the truck, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked great, so great in fact that it was hard to believe that I was Anthony Adams, or Tony-Ah, as my hosts were calling me. After unpacking our wares in the kitchen, Kira suggested that we relax in the hot tub for a while. It sounded good to me. My sandals had basically forced me to walk tiptoed all day, and my calves were quite sore. I opted to wear a two-piece bathing suit, quite similar to Kira's, as my chest infection showed no signs of subsiding. In fact I was growing a very nice set of breasts, or so it looked. They were almost a C-cup now, and the upper part of the suit was showing quite a lot of cleavage. Come to think of it, the lower part was showing a lot of thigh. It didn't bother me though, it was the latest trend and I was sure that it would make Kira happy. We sat in the hot tub and sipped on strawberry shakes, chatting, giggling and slowly getting closer to each other. Ms Lori joined us later, telling us about her busy day in Miami, and promising to take us there for a shopping spree soon. I had never cared much for shopping before, but since my experience this afternoon, I couldn't be more excited about the prospect of shopping with Ms. Lori and Kira, in Miami no less. By nights end, Kira and I were holding hands on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves rolling in. I turned my head towards her and found her waiting lips. We kissed. She reached behind me and undid my bikini top, letting my swollen chest pop out. She then began to kiss and suck on my expanded nipples. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. For a time, I hoped that the inflammation of my breasts would never go away, so that I may experience this again and again. Then Kira spoke to me. "Tony-Uh, my precious girly-boy, you make me feel so.mmmmm", she groaned for a moment while she undid her own bikini top, letting her breasts fall out. I realized that my own chest now looked a lot, if not identical to hers. Strange, I thought. She then produced something I had never seen before, a medium sized rubber dildo. My eyes grew wide. "What's the matter Tony-Uh? Aren't you my little girly-boy?" she asked. I paused, and then nodded in agreement. "I want you to feel what its like to be my girly-boy", she said as she rolled me on my back and pulled off my bottoms. I nodded again, hearing her rustling behind me. I could only guess that she was attaching her toy to herself. Cold gel on my anus signaled that she was ready to begin. She bent forward and kissed my ear, "Good girl Tonya". With that, my ass exploded in pain and then pleasure. I began to rock my hips, feeling her inside me. My mind went cloudy and soon after, who knows how long.. It went dark. I awoke in my bed, much the same as I had done for the past few days, only this time it was different. I slinked out of my covers and into the shower where I washed my body. My body? I looked down at my large pert breasts as the hung from my chest. Were these mine? Was I me? Was I Tony? I shook my head and re-entered my room, a towel wrapped around my hair, dressed in my favorite pink gown. On my bed, as expected, were my clothes and a note. But this morning, something was different. Anthony, We have found your clothes, And are happy to report, That your flight back to Boston, Departs at 3:30 PM Ms Lori Tonya, Please get dressed and relax, You will find your clothes in the closet. Mistress Lori I looked at the jeans and tee shirt on the bed, with the baggy boxer shorts. Those were definitely not mine. I felt sorry for whomever that Anthony person was, wearing such ugly clothes. I went to my dresser drawer and pulled out a pink thong panty and bra set, and white fishnet stockings. Once the stockings were rolled up my smooth shapely legs, I clasped my bra and adjusted it to display my nearly perfect breasts to the world. I retrieved a kimono-like dress from my closet, and pink strappy platform sandals with a spiked 5" heel. The dress was pink shiny silk, and hugged to the luscious curves of my body. I would have to be careful not to drop anything, as to avoid bending over. The outfit barely covered my firm, plump ass, exposing the maximum amount of leg allowed by law. I finished dressing, pulling on my heels, and fastening the straps with their silver buckles, and attaching my shiny bracelets, anklet and watch. I then sat in front of the mirror, pulling my long blonde hair up, into a funky, oriental style, with what looked like chopsticks poked out of the centre. My long groomed nails would be painted in a bright pink, just after I applied a thick coating of pale foundation and heavy powder. My face was now devoid of any features, a problem I began to remedy by outlining my brows and eyes with black liquid liner. I was sure to continue the Asian theme, by drawing my eye-lines back towards my temples, giving them an eastern, oval shape. My lashes would be augmented with false add-ons, before being covered in black mascara. When I blinked my lashes would tickle as they touched my face. Next, I colored my eyelids with three shades of smoky gray, before blending different hues of pink into them, as the color extended up to my gracefully arching brows. On my cheeks I applied a bright cherry pink blush with bold strokes, and then finished my face by outlining my lips in dark pink, inside and out, and filling them with two more blended shades of pink, both lighter than the liner. As I attached my dangling silver hoop earrings I smiled at my reflection. I was absolutely gorgeous now; Kira would be unable to resist me for sure. It took a few steps to learn how to walk best in my towering shoes, but I soon caught on and learned to walk on my toes, take small steps, and swing my hips with every step. I was soon mincing through the corridors of Ms Lori's manor, heading to the sunroom. It was there that I found Kira and Ms Lori. They were both wearing the same style outfit as I was; only Ms Lori's was in black, and Kira's in indigo blue. I sat beside Kira, smiling at her as she handed me a pink milkshake. We gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before turning to Ms Lori. "Tonya," she began, "I am so pleased that you could join us." My head was swimming. It was as if another voice was screaming in the back of my head. The name Tony kept coming to mind. Who was he, I wondered. "You've developed into a very, very lovely young lady, and I couldn't be more pleased." I blushed. "Kira is very lucky to have you here with her." My faced continued to burn as I smiled sideways at Kira. "Kira will show you how to cook, clean, and many other wonderful things, that every special young lady should know. And you are a very, very special young lady." I twisted uncomfortably in my seat, pulling my impossibly short skirt down, and carefully crossing my legs. I glanced down at my amazing thighs and curvy hips. I loved my body, my new body. But why was this my new body? Where was my old body? "I can tell by the look on your face, that you are confused Tonya dear. Let me explain. One of the companies that I own is a bioresearch lab in Miami. One of the new projects that we are working on is a chemical that will re-write DNA and cause the accelerated replacement of the old DNA with the new one. In the case of Tony Adams and Kirk Addison, it caused the rapid transition from young men, to almost perfect women. Almost perfect by society's standards, perfect by my own. Imagine a world inhabited solely by beautiful women. Some have the male reproductive organ, and some the female one. But to the eye, they both appear to be perfect females. Imagine a perfect world, free from war, poverty, starving children, racism, sexism or bigotry." She paused to savor her own words, "just beauty, art, recreation, tolerance and sex." I was amazed at what I was hearing. The thought of a world as perfect as the world she described was indeed intriguing. "But how?" I asked. "Through patience my dear girl, patience", with that she turned and left the room. Kira and I would spend the next months perfecting our tans, and our housekeeping duties. We would clean the mansion, dressed in sexy maids outfits, every morning, relax every afternoon, and study every night. Ms Lori taught us communication skills, business and management skills, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Chinese and Japanese, how to walk, talk and act sexy and feminine, and sexual skills that only porn stars knew. We were to become the first wave of her perfect army, honing our skills until we could go out into the world and begin the next phase of Ms Lori's Master Plan. Copywrite 2002 L. San D'Angelo