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Our New Life Part 2: Corseted By Charli She went through a curtain into a back area as all the marvelous corsets and other garments on display held my attention. In a few minutes she returned with another woman. This was Rhonda who very soon would introduce me to traditional corset training. She was quite tall and had an unbelievable figure. She had large impressive breasts and a very small waist. Her hips and derriere were of average size but perfectly shaped. The contrast with her small waist made them even more attractive. She greeted Mistress and then walked over to me. She looked up and down and then told Mistress, "Oh yes, we can do wonders with her. Let's get started!" She led us down a hallway and through a door that was labeled "Corset fitting room No. 1". It was about the size of a normal bedroom, quite large for a fitting room and the walls were covered with mirrors. The only furniture was a desk and chair on rollers. In the very center of the room was a most unusual feature. Hanging from a large hook on the ceiling was an electric cable hoist, like you would see in a factory to lift heavy objects. Suspended from the chain hoist was a wooden bar several inches in diameter and about three feet long. Attached to the ends of the bar were two short lengths of chain and on the end of each chain was heavy padded leather cuffs. Directly beneath the bar a large steel ring protruded from the floor through the carpeting. I couldn't imagine what these things were for but after the previous events I felt pretty sure I would soon find out. Rhonda went over to the desk and said, "Have her remove her clothes. All of them!" I was getting used to people not talking to me and referring to me as "her", so I began to strip. I couldn't find a hook or anything to hang my clothes on so I just piled them in a corner with my shoes and stockings. I was a little surprised that I didn't feel embarrassed stripping in front of Rhonda. Of course my private parts were completely covered but I would have thought I would have been embarrassed for her to see my new underwear. I guess the events at the doctor's office and the way people were treating me as a non-person removed some of my normal inhibitions. Rhonda came over to me carrying a tape measure. I could tell she was looking at the black rubber covering my groin and as she stopped in front of me she verified that by turning to Mistress and saying, "I like that. Will she be getting a permanent one like Roberta's? Is everything intact underneath?" Mistress replied, "Oh yes, to both. Everything is there, just under lock and key." Rhonda began measuring me and she measured everything, making notes and putting down measurements on a form she had on a clipboard. I could see the form had the outline of a woman's body with front, side and rear views. It excited me that she was putting my measurements down on a woman's body. I could feel my cock trying to grow inside its rubber prison but there was no room for it to grow at all and the pressure was very intense. Rhonda turned to Mistress and said, "I know you wanted Ds but I really think DDs would look better with her build." Mistress replied, "You may well be right. Why don't we try DDs?" Rhonda gave a quick," Okay. Do you want longline or bandeau?" Mistress said, "Definitely longline!" The breast forms I had were Cs and the idea of fitting DD's on me was thrilling. Rhonda nodded and quickly left the room. She was back in just a few minutes with her arms full of boxes. She deposited them on the desk. There were two square boxes marked "Amoena Luxa 880 Contact" and several flat ones that had no label I could see. The pressure inside my rubber chastity belt was becoming quite uncomfortable and I was shivering with anticipation. Rhonda opened one of the boxes marked "Amoena" and I actually stopped breathing as she lifted out a breast form. It was gigantic and looked so realistic with a molded and darker colored nipple and areola. I could see it move like Jell-O as she handled it. It was rounded on one side and flat along the bottom. It extended and tapered on the other side and the top. Rhonda commented to Mistress, "These are size 12s. They are asymmetrical, there is a right and left. They'll help fill out the upper chest and under arm and will look the most realistic on her. They are self-adhesive but she'll still have to wear a bra. They are too large for the adhesive to hold them without one and it would be hard on her skin. She'll just have to wait until she has her very own real ones to go braless. From what I hear, what you have planned for her though, she won't be going braless very often. Do you want her to have prominent nipples?" "Oh yes," Mistress replied. "Very prominent!" She screwed the lid off a little flat, round container and took out what I could see was a false nipple. It was much darker pink, several inches in diameter and had a raised center, about the size of a marble. She licked her finger and moistened the back of the nipple and placed it on the breast form right over the molded nipple that was already on the form. She opened the other "Amoena" box and placed a nipple on that one also. I couldn't take my eyes off those two forms sitting on top of the desk as she came over to me and began washing my chest with an anti-bacterial soap. Then she scrubbed it with an exfoliant cream. She informed Mistress that skin prep was very important to both preserve skin integrity and for adhesive effectiveness. My skin felt tingly and sensitive. She picked up one of the breast forms and brought it to me. She placed it on the left side and held it tightly in place for a few seconds. When she let go of it I was amazed as I felt the weight of it on my chest for the first time. Always before I had only felt the weight of my forms hanging from my bra straps and this was entirely different and much heavier as well. She quickly retrieved the other one and pressed it firmly on the right side. When she let it go I felt like I would tip over from the weight. I found myself arching my back to counteract the weight of them. Mistress commented, "Now you realize why women don't share men's love of large breasts. They're not comfortable to carry around!" I loved the feeling and shook myself a little and watched them quiver with my body's movement. They matched my skin tone almost perfectly. I'd never seen anything so beautiful with their dark and very prominent nipples looking hard and aroused. I was very aroused and the pressure in my new chastity only aroused me more. Rhonda gave me a stern look and commanded, "Just stay still until I get those things supported by a bra or they'll come off!" She opened another of the boxes and took out a bra. It was white and looked like it would cover my torso down to my waist. I could see it had vertical bones on the front, sides and back and stiff wires that curved around underneath the cups. The cups themselves were smooth shiny fabric with a strip of lace running across them at an angle. It was beautiful. It seemed to take forever for her to come across the room to me and as she reached me I put my arms out and through the straps of the bra. She pulled the straps up over my shoulders and worked my new breasts into the cups. I could feel a little of the weight transfer to the straps. She stepped behind me and began to fasten the hooks that would close it tightly around my chest. She started at the top and I felt more of the weight of my breasts taken by the straps. As she worked her way down I could feel her fasten each hook and the tightness worked its way down my torso. There were 12 in all. She fastened the last one and stepped back. It felt wonderful but it didn't really seem to fit quite right. My breasts didn't fill the cups smoothly, as they should. Mistress told me, "Go ahead and settle them in Dear." I bent over until my torso was horizontal and cupped each of my breasts in one of my hands and sort of bounced them up and down. I could feel them settle into position in the cups and when I stood up everything now fitted like it should. Rhonda reached up and tightened each of the shoulder straps a little and it was perfect. My breasts were snuggled in the bra cups and I felt some of the weight on my chest shift to my shoulders. The forms were so soft and pliable that they conformed to my chest and molded themselves to my own little breasts and nipples. The bra itself was very tight and the feeling was wonderful. I looked down and could see my breasts with my very prominent nipples protruding through the bra cups and when I bounced up and down a little my breasts bounced and jiggled just like the real thing. The movement was transferred to my chest wall and my own breasts and nipples. They felt close to what I imagined it would feel like when I would have my own real breasts. Mistress came over and looked me over carefully, held each breast in turn and jiggled them a little. She told Rhonda, "Oh yes, these are perfect. Just right for her!" Rhonda thanked Mistress and said, "Now I'll get her corset and we can get down to the really serious business of shaping her up. You do want a rigid busk closure on that? Are you sure about a five inch reduction?" Five inches? I'd never laced my waist down more than 3 inches and that had been excruciating. I normally laced down about 2 inches. "Yes, I want it as rigid as possible and I think we can achieve five inches to start with. She may not like it but she's not making the decisions," replied Mistress. Rhonda left the room again and I walked over to the wall watching myself in the mirror as my breasts bounced a little with each step. Mistress said, "Enjoy that bounce, once you get your one- piece corsets there won't be much bounce. The cups will be much more rigid and the whole top of the corset will hold you much more firmly than any bra can. We have to start this way because your one-piece corsets will all have to be custom-made. Now that they have all your measurements they can start on them and we'll have the first one in a week or so. Rhonda came back with another armload of boxes. Several of them must have been three feet long and they all were about ten inches wide and several inches deep. She set them on the desk and took the lid off one smaller than the rest. She took out what looked like an elastic abdominal binder. She told us that I would need to wear it over my waist to prevent painful pinching between my corsets and chastity belt. She came over to me and wrapped it around my waist and proceeded to fasten at the back. It overlapped the top of my chastity belt and the bottom of my longline bra. It was extremely tight and fastening it was a bit of a struggle for her. Now she went back and opened one of the longest boxes. She lifted out my new corset. It was white with a pattern of shiny pink flowers woven into the cloth. I could see many garters hanging from one end and it had lacing everywhere. It was obviously very stiff. Garters hung from the bottom edge. Rhonda showed it to Mistress and I could hear her say, "We have these made up specially for this type of training. We're able to gain more reduction on girls like yours by using both back and side lacing. Her one-piece corsets will have a similar lacing pattern. The busks are extra heavy and completely rigid on this model and of course the boning is our heaviest. You can decide later if you want them this heavy on her other corsets. This is one of the long corsets you wanted for times she isn't wearing her leg braces. You have two that are identical so you switch off each day. At least two corsets are required for continuous wear so you don't have to leave her uncorseted to wash it. The other two are the shorter corsets for wear with her braces. Oh yes, the rubber bathing corset is also there. They'll need to use that one when they cast her for her braces. Shall we get to work?" Rhonda came over to where I was standing in front of the mirror with the corset. She stood in front of me and reached around me with both hands taking one edge of the front of the corset in each hand and drawing it around me. As she worked I got my first close look at it. The pretty cloth with the shiny flowers was only the outer covering. The inside of the corset was a very heavy fabric. It was as heavy as canvas only very tightly woven and very smooth. It was almost slick. I could see that there was a row of lacing the full-length of the corset in back and on each side. Between the rows of lacing there were doubled rows of boning every inch. The front was like nothing I'd ever seen before. The edges were completely rigid, except at the very bottom of the corset. I could see by the stitching that whatever stiffened the edge was about an inch wide and from the degree of stiffness I assumed it must be steel. The way it fastened was familiar but the hardware was much heavier than I had seen on any other corset. On one side little metal pegs stuck out on the front surface just in from the edge. They were shiny steel and mushroom shaped with a larger head than body. There were eight of them. On the other side little half round metal tabs stuck out from the edge and each had a keyhole shaped slot in it. Each tab would slip over its mating peg and lock in place. There was certainly no way it would come unfastened accidentally. Below the rigid busk three large hook and eyes would hold the front closed. Rhonda pulled the corset around me and hooked the bottom tab over its peg. She worked her way up hooking each tab over its mating peg. The corset wasn't really tight on me, just a little snug around the waist, but of course she hadn't done anything with the laces yet. She bent down and fastened the three hook and eyes at the bottom. The bottom of the corset came down over my thighs and extended well below my crotch. In the back it extended far below my buns but held and cupped them in it's rigid hold. I certainly wouldn't be able to wear pants with it. The top of the corset was right below my breasts. It was actually curved a little so the sides came up alongside my breasts and the rigid center section came up between them a little. It wasn't tight on me yet but already I could tell how rigid it would be. I wouldn't be able to bend at all. This was like no corset I had ever seen except in pictures. It was what I had seen described as a punishment or training corset. Rhonda went behind me and began working with the laces in the back. She started in the middle and what had been snugness around my waist was soon tightness. She went to the top of the laces next and as she drew than tighter and worked down toward my waist I found it was difficult to take a deep breath. Next she began work at the bottom and it first drew my thighs together and then the tightness spread through my hips and buttocks. I didn't notice too much change in my groin area but it was already held so tightly by my chastity belt that I didn't think anything could make that area feel tighter. As Rhonda worked, I watched my figure change in the mirror. My waist was already slimmer than I had ever seen it and although the corset was compressing my hips the slimming of my waist actually made them appear more prominent. Rhonda tied off the laces in back and stepped away from me a little. It felt wonderful, my whole torso was being held in the corset's snug embrace and I loved the feeling. I was trying to imagine how it would feel as she snugged up the side laces a little more when I heard her say, "It's time to get her hooked up to the lacing bar and start some serious lacing". I was in such a state of euphoria with my new breasts and corset that I didn't give her last comment too much thought as Mistress crooked her finger motioning me over to the center of the room. I found myself standing directly under the cable hoist with the wooden bar attached. I was still admiring my new figure in the mirrors when Rhonda pressed a button on the wall by the desk and the wooden bar began lowering on the end of its cable. Soon it was hanging right in front of me and Mistress took my right hand and strapped the leather cuff around my wrist and buckled it tight. Next she strapped the other cuff on my left wrist. Rhonda immediately pressed another button and the bar began rising. Mistress told me, "It will be easier and more comfortable for you if you hold onto the bar". I wrapped my hands around the bar and Mistress unhooked the chains from the ends of the bar and refastened them so there was no slack in the chains. By the time Mistress had finished refastening the chains it was over my head and in just a few seconds my arms were stretched straight up as I held onto the bar. Rhonda released the button and the bar stopped its movement. She opened a drawer in the desk and removed two more of the heavy leather cuffs. She handed them to Mistress who then strapped one to each of my ankles and fastened the lengths of chain to the ring mounted on the floor between my feet. My euphoria with my breasts and corset was replaced by apprehension at what was coming next. It looked like I was about to be stretched. Rhonda held her finger on the button as the bar pulled me first onto my tip toes and then even higher to where my feet were not touching the ground and my entire weight was hanging from the bar. The chains attaching the cuffs around my ankles to the floor were not quite tight but they were very close. The corset felt looser on me but Rhonda and Mistress were standing on either side of me and beginning to tighten the side laces of my corset. They started at the middle again and what had been pleasantly tight around my waist now became a crushing force squeezing me unmercifully. I was having difficulty breathing and they hadn't even begun to tighten it around my chest yet. I blurted out, "Please Mistress not so tight". As soon as the words left my lips I knew the mistake I'd made and at least I was smart enough not to say anything else. Mistress turned and immediately walked out of the room. Rhonda merely stood and looked at me with disdain. I don't know if it was because I'd spoken without permission or because I didn't want the corset any tighter. Mistress was back very quickly and she was carrying the black leather helmet. Without a word she slipped it over my head and arranged it so the openings were over my eyes. She worked the tubes up into my nostrils and then forced the gag into my mouth and buckled the strap holding it there. She went behind me and I could feel her tightening the laces that pulled the helmet tightly around my head and neck. She tied off the laces then grabbed the bulb on the end of the tube leading to the gag. As I watched her squeeze the bulb I felt the gag inflating in my mouth pressing my tongue down and my cheeks out against the helmet. She dropped the bulb and went back to my side and both their fingers went back to the side laces of the corset. I was glad she hadn't buckled the blindfold in place. I could already see how much slimmer my waist appeared and I did want to watch my new figure develop. Mistress and Rhonda worked as a team beautifully. They began working at the top of the laces and the pressure on my chest took on the same crushing feel as that at my waist. I could only breathe with short shallow breaths but with those breaths only my upper chest rose and fell and with it my new breasts. The rest of my chest was trapped in the corset so movement above the corset was much more pronounced. I was fascinated with watching myself breathe. It looked so sexy to me. I had always enjoyed watching female opera singers as their breasts rose and fell above their breasts. Their fingers went to the bottom of the laces and my thighs were squeezed even tighter together. As they worked up, my hips and buttocks got the same treatment. As my buttocks were squeezed in and together the pressure from the plug in my rectum grew. I hadn't thought the pressure in my groin could be any greater but I was wrong. I had never believed the stories about women fainting as they were tight laced in the Victorian era. I believed them now, I felt as if I would faint at any time. I wondered if Mistress had smelling salts with her. They both tied off their laces and stepped away from me. Rhonda said, "Let's get some stockings on her and give her a little rest while the corset and her body adjust to each other." She went over to the desk again and retrieved a flat package from a drawer. When she ripped it open a pair of light tan support stockings fell out on the desktop. Scooping them up she returned and knelt at my feet. She unstrapped the cuff on my right ankle and after working the stocking into a ring between her fingers she slipped it over my foot. As she drew it with some difficulty slowly up my leg it felt tight against my skin and the feeling was more sensual the higher she got. Just a couple of inches below the bottom of my corset, the stocking was tight and she fastened first the front and then the side and rear garters to the top of the stocking. It felt great and even her strapping the cuff around my ankle again didn't diminish the feeling. She quickly went to my left leg and repeated the same operations. It felt even more sensual as she worked her way up my other leg and after she had fastened all three garters on that side I didn't even notice her strapping that cuff back in place. My eyes were closed as I savored the feelings. The unrelenting pressure of the corset was crushing but not painful and something I had dreamed of feeling all my life. I had been so involved with trying to breathe and with what Mistress and Rhonda were doing that I hadn't really been looking at myself in the mirrors for a while. I looked now and was amazed. There hanging from the wooden lacing bar was a beautiful and striking woman's body. With the leather helmet covering my face I had difficulty believing it actually was me I was seeing. The tightness of the stockings seemed to make my ankles slimmer and reshape my calves into a more feminine shape. The stockings covering my legs and attached to the garters on the bottom of my corset completed not just the covering of my whole body but its transformation into a shape I had never dreamed possible. I was beautiful. Rhonda went over to the wall and pressed the button lowering the bar. She only pressed it for a few seconds but it dropped far enough that my feet were now bearing my weight and I could feel myself settling down into my corset. It made it even tighter but pressed my breasts and the flesh of my upper chest up creating a mound of flesh above each of my breast forms. It created a hint of cleavage that was more pronounced with each shallow breath I took in. It looked like I really had breasts of my own and quite large ones. With the molding of my shape from the corset, I had a figure most women would kill for and most men would worship. I was having some difficulty standing upright. The weight of my breast forms was trying to pull me forward and the rigidity of the corset prevented me from arching my back a little to counteract it. I tried leaning back and letting the lacing bar support me. I released the bar and let the cuffs around my wrists take the load. That was much better and I was able to relax a little. I tried to concentrate on breathing with the upper portion of my chest only because of course my corset certainly wasn't going to allow any movement below my breasts. It seemed to work and my breathing became a little less labored. An added benefit was my breasts and my chest above them rose and fell even more as I breathed. I was mesmerized watching myself. My new found relaxation was almost destroyed when I heard Rhonda tell Mistress, "We'll give her an hour or two for the corset to mold to her a little and for her body to do some adjusting. Why don't you grab some lunch and when you get back we'll lace her down to where she should be." There was nothing I could do to change what was going to be done to me so I tried not to worry about it. I was finding myself very sensual and was becoming aware of other surprising feelings so I just let myself drift. The crushing tightness of my corset was beginning to feel more like a tight embrace, my new life embracing me and holding me tight, as a lover would hold me. The soft pressure of my breast forms against my chest and against my own unformed breasts felt like they were my breasts held snuggly in the cups of my bra. I felt that if I could touch the nipples I could see so prominently protruding through my bra cups I would actually feel it and I imagined the feelings it would give me. Or the feel of my lover holding my breasts in his hands as he kissed and sucked my nipples. I could almost feel my nipples rubbing the inside of my bra cups. I was very aware of the plug in my rectum and I experimented with tightening myself around it. It felt good, very good. I imagined that it was a cock buried deep in my pussy and as I tightened and released myself around it I could almost feel it driving in an out as my lover took me. I must have let myself really drift into this fantasy because I was suddenly brought back to reality by the lacing bar being hoisted toward the ceiling again. As my eyes us snapped open, I saw Mistress standing right in front of me. There was no way she could have known what I was thinking but I could feel myself blushing under the leather of the helmet and her smile told me that she knew exactly what I had been thinking. I was struggling to get my hands back around the bar and take the load off my wrists as the bar lifted my feet from the ground again. I finally got my fingers around the bar and slowly inched my hands around it and held tight. Rhonda must have been right because my corset didn't feel as tight as it had before but she was standing behind me and untied my back laces and quickly corrected that situation. It seemed only seconds before the corset was again gripping me even tighter than it had when they had first tightened all my laces. It felt as if I was being cut in half at the waist and I was again struggling for every breath. I felt lightheaded and was afraid I would faint at any second. I heard Rhonda saying, "There we'll give her a few more minutes and then finish lacing her down!" How could they possibly lace me any tighter than I already was? As I hung there struggling to breathe they left the room and returned a few minutes later with coffee. It struck me so strange that such immense changes were occurring for me and I was struggling to even get enough air to survive while they were calmly having a cup of coffee. By the time they had finished their coffee my discomfort (such an understatement) had decreased a little. I was able to get a little more air into my lungs and the tightness of my corset didn't seem to be entirely unbearable anymore. Rhonda reached over to the switch on the wall that controlled the hoist and any hopes I had of relief were dashed when her finger pressed the top or up button. The lacing bar lifted me even higher and when the chains connecting my ankles to the floor became taut it began stretching me even more. I thought my arms were going to be ripped from my shoulders before she finally released the button. Now I knew what a medieval torture rack felt like. I could see the reason for the stretching though. My corset did not feel as tight as it had just seconds earlier. She and Mistress went to my sides, untied my side laces and began working on them again. They worked swiftly and the crushing tightness I had known minutes before returned and was surpassed. This was truly unbearable and they were still tightening the laces. I felt as if my ribs would be crushed and it was truly cutting me in half. Breathing was out of the question and I was screaming for Mistress to release me. Of course with the gag in my mouth and very little air entering or leaving my lungs all that could be heard were some very soft mumbles from within my leather helmet. A veil of darkness floated down over me as I lost consciousness. My earlier question about smelling salts was answered as their sharp aroma brought me back to consciousness. They were finished lacing me and the laces were tied off as they stood back admiring their work. My eyes went to the mirror and I was shocked. I had been beautiful before but now I was stunning. My waist was even smaller and below my waist my body swelled and flowed smoothly into perfectly shaped hips. My hips flowed smoothly into my thighs and my legs looked really good. The only thing marring the picture was the urine bag strapped to my right thigh. Rhonda went over to the switch and pressed the lower button. I began to drop down and once my feet were back on the floor my body tried to settle back to its original pre- stretched length. I settled into my corset a little but there was really no place in there for me to go. It was as if the laces were being tightened even more and the dark veil settled over me once more. This time they allowed me to regain consciousness without the smelling salts and I slowly became aware of my surroundings and the corset so intimately imprisoning my body. It seemed a little less unbearable now and I was moving some air. Mistress and Rhonda were over by the desk and Rhonda was showing her a belt of some kind. There was no doubt in my mind whose belt it was. It was made of shiny polished steel and about three inches wide. It was slightly concave from the outside and was obviously designed to go around my waist. They turned and were walking over toward me as Rhonda continued talking to Mistress, "I am amazed that we got a full six inch reduction and this will guarantee that she doesn't do anything to undo it. It not only covers the knots but we'll slip it through the loops so there is no way to knots can ever be untied", I could see that at the open side of the belt one end had a piece sticking up with a hole in it and the other end had a whole role of slots about the size of the piece that stuck up. Rhonda put the belt around me with the opening in the back, putting it through the loops of the knots that held my laces closed. She then took what looked like a large c- clamp and hooked it to each end of the belt. She was talking to Mistress as she worked, "It has to be quite snug so it can't be slipped from over the knots. The installation tool here makes sure you can get it tight enough. You hook one end over the lock tab and the other through the slot furthest from the end of the belt and when you turn the handle it draws the ends of the belt together and then overlapping so it can be locked. Then just slip the closest slot over the tab and click the lock in place." I watched her turn the handle and felt the belt tighten around my waist adding even more pressure to me. And I watched her slip a padlock through the whole in the tab and click it closed. That one little padlock seemed to represent the enormity of what I had agreed to let Mistress do to me and my helplessness to control any aspect of my life anymore. I wasn't sorry, I was actually looking forward to it but I did now realize what it really meant. Rhonda knelt down and unstrapped the cuffs from my ankles. Then she went over to the wall and pressed the button to lower the lacing bar all the way down. I didn't know if I could stand without support but although I swayed a little I managed to stay on my feet. Rhonda came back and unstrapped my wrists and led me over to the desk. She gave me her arm to lean on and I needed it. Walking was difficult. My thighs were held so tightly together by my corset that I could only take short steps and my whole sense of balance was altered. The weight of my breasts pulled me forward and the rigidity of the corset prevented me from making any of the small movements we normally used to balance ourselves. The pressure of the corset squeezing my hips and thighs made the plug in me feel enormous. We made it to the desk and I leaned against it as I tried to catch my breath. Mistress took my hands in hers and said, "You did very well Charli and I'm proud of you. Charli is your new name and you are going to become a beautiful woman for the rest of your life." She opened the valve and let the gag deflate. Then she loosened the laces on the back of the helmet and removed it from me. "You can get dressed now!" She told me. I looked over to the corner where I had left my all-in-one and clothes but they weren't there. I turned back to Mistress. She laughed and said, "You couldn't wear those things anymore you silly girl. They don't fit you properly so I threw them all away. Your clothes are in that bag. Now get dressed. I'm going to give you a little shot first though. It's something that Dr Cannon gave me to heighten your feelings". She took a syringe from her bag and quickly swabbed my shoulder with an alcohol wipe and injected the contents. She had indicated a bag sitting on top of the desk and my hands shook as I took the bag and opened it. I took the items from the bag and laid them on the desk. There was a white silk long sleeve blouse, a blue pleated skirt, a half slip and a pair of four inch high heeled pumps. There was also a much longer dark blonde wig in the bag. I put the blouse on first. It felt marvelous as my hands and arms slid through the silk sleeves and as silk settled on my bare shoulders. I couldn't understand the trouble I was having buttoning it until I realized my fingers were trembling with excitement. I finally got all of them fastened and then tackled the ones at the cuffs. I had a little less trouble with them and turned to look at myself in the mirror. I loved what I saw and especially was thrilled the way it was tented out over my enormous breasts and by my nipples making proud little bumps where my blouse stretched across my breasts. I picked up my new skirt and saw it was a dropped yoke skirt. The top part is smooth for about six or eight inches and then the pleats started. I always liked that style because the smooth top part seemed to accentuate a woman's hips as they swell out from her waist. Now it would be my own hips swelling out from my new slim waist and not foam padding. The waistband had a button that closed it and a zipper that ran down to the bottom of the smooth top part. I undid the button, opened the zipper and started to bend over to put my foot into my skirt. Start was all I did. I couldn't bend. I looked to Mistress but she just said, "Work it out! You're always going to be wearing a corset at least that rigid so you'll have to figure out how to do things." I could bend a little at my hips so I bent as far forward as I could keeping one hand on the desk to steady myself and lifted my right leg to get my foot into my skirt. It was a real strain but I made it. Now for the left. It was harder because with the skirt around my left leg I had to bend my knee more and it was a bit of the struggle and I felt very unsteady. I succeeded but when I started to pull my skirt up I discovered I was standing on it with my left foot. It was a little embarrassing. I finally got it buttoned, the zipper pulled up and looked in the mirror. It fitted my new shape perfectly. I loved the way I looked with my skirt draped over my hips and down to the pleats just the way I had admired on other women. I picked up my slip and went through the same procedure getting my feet and legs into it, pulled it up into place under my skirt and smoothed my skirt down over it. I couldn't believe how good it felt as I rubbed my hands over my hips and groin and felt my skirt sliding on my slip underneath. I was wondering how I would get my feet into those beautiful pumps when Mistress said, "Just drop them on the floor and then work your feet into them. Get your toes started into the toe portion and then you can stand them up and just slip your foot in". I was a little clumsy with it but it actually went quite well and soon I was standing in my heels. They were higher than the two inch heels I usually wear but I loved the look and feel of them. I felt very different. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and a woman looked back me. She was beautiful. I couldn't believe the woman I was looking at was me. Mistress interrupted my admiring myself with, "It's time we get going now. You still have some new experiences before this day is over." She handed me the leather helmet and said, "You carry this, it is yours after all. She headed for the door and I followed her. This was the first time I had tried walking without help but I had regained some of my strength and was doing pretty well. With every step the plug strapped into me seemed to move around and make its presence known. The corset limited me to very short steps making me have to walk faster. I wasn't really having any trouble with my new higher shoes and I loved the clicking sound they made as we walked down the linoleum floored hallway. As we went through the display room Mistress called out to the woman behind the counter, "Call me when her custom corsets are ready." Mistress was out the door and onto the sidewalk before I was halfway through the display room. I only hesitated slightly before I stepped through the front door of the shop and out into the world for the first time as Charli. Two men were walking toward me about 20 feet away as I crossed the sidewalk to the car. One of them let out a wolf whistle and nothing has ever thrilled me like his obvious appreciation of the way I looked. Mistress was behind the wheel by the time I got to the car and after I opened the door I realized I wasn't going to be able to just jump in the way I normally did. I stood there confused for a minute trying to figure out how to get into the car at all much less do it in a ladylike manner. Normally I stick one foot in and just follow it in sliding into the seat and ducking under the roof. That certainly wouldn't be ladylike and besides I couldn't bend my torso enough to get into the car that way. Although my skirt was full my slip wasn't and it wouldn't even allow me to lift that foot up high enough to stick the first leg in. My mind seemed to be a blank as I tried to remember how Mistress gets into the car. It was so important to me that I did everything in a feminine manner. She called to me as she slipped into the driver's seat, "Turnaround and sit down backwards onto the seat and then swivel your legs in but remember to keep your knees together. You don't want to give every man on the street a view up your skirt!" I turned around facing away from the car and tried to gracefully lower myself onto the seat. Graceful I wasn't as my rigid torso threw me off balance and my butt just flopped down into the seat and the back of my head banged against the car roof. Luckily I didn't knock my wig off. Too late I realized I should have used my hand to tuck my skirt behind my knees as I sat down. It was bunched up underneath me and the front was pulled up high above my knees. So much for being ladylike. The man who had whistled at me and his friend were far enough down the street that I don't think they had seen my flop into the car seat. I started to swivel my legs around and realized I couldn't just duck down to get my head under the roof and into the car. I had to lean well forward and tuck my chin down at the same time I was swiveling my legs in and keeping my knees together. I managed to get all of me in but it certainly wasn't graceful, this was something I was going to need to practice a lot. Probably the first of many things I was going to need a lot of practice doing. Mistress was laughing and I could barely understand her as she said, "Well you are in now!" I found sitting was not very comfortable. The boning of my corset did not extend down over my thighs in the front but the fabric itself was stiff. It was very tight and dug in at the top of my thighs. My weight forced the plug even deeper inside me and I was still not sure whether I liked its presence or not. The only certain thing in my mind about it was my constant awareness of it. Sitting seemed to increase the pressure on my groin but I was a little surprised to realize that I wasn't aware of my genitals trapped inside my chastity belt. There was no movement of the chastity belt against them or my body and it was almost as if they'd ceased to exist. It was awkward reaching around for the seat belt but I liked the way it accentuated my breasts when the strap ran diagonally down between them. Once Mistress got the car moving other new sensations became obvious. I felt every motion of the car in several new and very pleasant ways. My new heavier breasts moved and I could feel their movement in my chest and with larger dips and bumps in the straps over my shoulders. The other sensation was the plug. It was as if it was alive inside me. I was very glad Mistress was driving because I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on controlling the car. I suddenly was very aware of my cock inside its prison as it tried to grow with the entire new stimulus I was experiencing. I reclined the seat a little, leaned my head back and just tried to enjoy it all. I was so tired from all the day's activities that it was only a matter of minutes before I felt myself drifting into a dreamy state of bliss. I was aware of Mistress's hand moving down to the console between the seats and flipping the suspension control switch from "smooth" past "sport" to "high performance" and her saying, "Enjoy yourself Charli." I can feel the car's ride become firmer immediately. It's transmitting every variation in the road surface directly to my body and the areas that are so newly susceptible to stimulus. The breasts I feel responding to each little movement I know are only silicone but now they seem like they are my own. Somehow they have become my own flesh. I can feel my nipples hardening as I get more aroused and they feel so sensitive. The pressure inside my chastity belt and the pressure I feel from the plug inside me have merged and become something entirely different. Somehow I feel like I actually have a pussy and something is deep inside it driving me wild. There is pressure against my clit and it's being massaged with every slight movement. Is it a dildo or is it a lover? It must be him, his pubic bone is what I feel hard against my clit. I can feel his weight pressing down on my whole torso and especially my groin. His strong arms are holding me in a tight embrace. His wonderful cock is throbbing inside me and his every movement sends new chills through me. Feelings I have never known are growing deep inside my pelvis. I want him deeper within me and I tense my muscles and try to draw him in. The chills are becoming tremors, emanating somewhere in the very center of me and flowing throughout my body. My pelvis thrusts against him, forcing his cock deeper yet and my clit hard against him. I grind myself against his hard body and feel his arms clench tighter yet about me. What started as a small warm glow in the center of me is growing and overpowering my whole body. I'm trembling uncontrollably and thrusting myself against him as he drives deeper and deeper within me. My nipples are on fire as I press my breasts hard against his chest. I shudder and quiver without control as my first orgasm explodes inside me and I squeeze my pussy tight around his cock and hold on for dear life. I ride this peak of monumental emotions for several minutes until a relaxation as deep as the other was strong overwhelms me and I collapse back into the seat. A relaxation combined with satisfaction and a glow radiating to my very fingers and toes. When I opened my eyes I couldn't identify the area we were driving through. It certainly wasn't anywhere I remembered on the route home. I closed them again to savor and try to understand the feeling still filling me. The memories of what had happened weren't muddled or fragmented like those of a dream normally are. In addition the glow and feeling of satisfaction I had felt were still very real. How was it possible and more than that, why? I knew that stimulus other than directly to the genitals could bring a woman to orgasm. I had done that for Mistress on occasion but it certainly didn't make a man cum. For that matter, I hadn't cum. It was similar to the times I felt like I had some sort of orgasm without ejaculating and yet felt entirely different than anything I had ever experienced, different and better. It was what Mistress told me it was like for a woman. The "why?" again. Nothing had been done to me to make me a woman, only to look like one. Nothing had really been done to me at all except the clothes and undergarments I was wearing and while the change was dramatic it sure hadn't changed me. Nothing was really new except my breasts were larger. When the doctor forced me to cum it was like it had always been, other than being forced. The only change in "me" was that I truly understood what it was like to be a submissive and under the control of others. I had always dreamed of dressing and looking like a woman and yes, of being a woman. Being submissive surely didn't make me a woman. The ones controlling me all day had all been women and they certainly weren't submissive. But, it had really happened. The memories were too clear and detailed for it to have been a dream and Mistress's comments only verified that. I couldn't imagine why it had happened and I guess at that moment didn't really care. I still felt so good I decided to just relax and savor the feelings. Maybe it had something to do with the shot she had given me. I wasn't really aware of anything else until I felt Mistress shaking my shoulder and saying, "We're here Charli. You seemed to really enjoy the ride. Now it's time to continue your education." I had no idea where we were. We seemed to be parked in a tree lined driveway in front of large home. Mistress opened her door, got out of the car and then she turned back to me. With a knowing smile she looked at me and then winked, "The very first time is special for any girl. I know exactly how you are feeling." With that little bombshell she closed her door and came around to my side. Did she mean what I thought she meant? I couldn't think of any other meaning and if that was the case it must not have been a dream. Now I was really confused. Mistress said, "Come on now you blushing girl, everything is ready for you!" I opened the door and was forced with a new problem. How do I get out of the car? The old "stick a foot out and stand up" wouldn't do. Swivel my legs out and then stand up seemed like the answer but when I did my head was still inside and there was no way I would be able to duck enough as I stood to get it out. I swiveled them back in and tried leaning forward and ducking as I swiveled and it worked but when I tried to stand up I couldn't get my butt out of the seat. Mistress finally prompted, "Lean forward to get your weight over your feet." It worked and I was able to get to my feet. I felt a little weak and wobbly but was on my feet and followed her up the walk to the front door of the strange house. She rang the bell and we waited. I couldn't figure out why we would be visiting anyone and felt very self-conscious with my new figure and larger breasts. Meeting strangers was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I could hear someone moving in the house. The sound was slowly getting louder as they came to the door. It didn't sound like someone walking normally. It was certainly not the click of high heels on a hard floor. Mistress turned to me, "Be patient. Roberta is a little slow but she'll be here soon. You'll understand shortly!" Whoever Roberta was it seemed to be taking forever. Then I could hear someone unlocking the door and it swung open to reveal an astonishing sight. The house and neighborhood suggested that most of the residents in the area probably had domestic help. Standing before us was obviously the maid of this home. I say 'obviously the maid' because she was wearing a maid's uniform. A maid's uniform of the type sold by fetish and bondage shops. She wore a black silk dress, very short and with an extremely low cut bodice. A white apron covered the front and a maid's cap was on her head. The woman was striking. Her figure made my newly laced waist seem positively plump. Her breasts spilled over the top of her uniform. Her skirt was not only short but held out stiffly by layers of frilly white petticoats. She was about the same height as me. Almost six foot (taller in my 4 inch heels). As astonishing as she and her uniform were that is not what drew the bulk of my attention. She supported herself with a pair of aluminum forearm crutches. Her legs were encased in leg braces attached to the high top shoes on her feet. The shiny steel upright ran up each side of her legs and disappeared under her skirt and petticoats. White leather, laced cuffs enclosed her calves and what I could see of her thighs. Leather pads attached to the braces with four leather straps covered her knees. She greeted us with a smile that seemed more painted on than genuine and said, "Welcome, please come in. Mistress is expecting you." As she moved to allow us in, it was apparent that her braces didn't end at her thighs. She had a great deal of difficulty moving at all and it was obvious that her leg braces were rigidly attached to a brace that extended much further up her torso. She was very attractive with long dark brown hair. Her makeup was impeccable and subdued. Maybe it was my own situation but something told me that she was or had been at one time a male. She said, "Mistress is waiting in the living room. Please follow me." She led us through the entry hall very slowly. Every step was a tremendous effort for her. It looked like her braces didn't allow any movement below her chest. She would use her crutches to twist her body and move one leg at a time slightly ahead and then twist the other way for the next step. Each step was no more than six inches. Her heavy breathing verified the effort required for each step. She was the sexiest person I had ever seen as she struggled along in front of us. I wondered if I was looking at my future. The thought was both exciting and frightening. She led us into the living room. As we entered a woman in a lounging robe arose from the couch and came across to us. She and Mistress embraced as old friends. Her hair was down instead of secured in a French Roll and the robe softened her appearance but I recognized her instantly, Dr. Cannon. To be continued...