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Britney, Part 3: Late Comings - [email protected] Intro: It was later on possibly Sunday afternoon when Jess called and arranged a quick meeting for a chat and catchup. I rushed away eager to see Jess, who I must admit I was starting to get a big crush on again. We met for Coffee at our usual place, Jess was feeling better from her bout of sickness which was the first of the positives of our conversation. Jess was not her normal self however. I could see she was just waiting to ask me something. She basically cut to the chase soon enough though, I had a long chat with Amy today, and she seems to think that Britney makes a perfect playmate for us all, however she wanted some certain ground rules put in place if you where keen to play along. I knew this was heading somewhere very sinister but I had to ask, "What ground rules?" The reply I got from Jess was well thought out, "Well Britney, since my man is coming to stay with me I can not keep you on as my plaything, although I really want too, you don't know how much I want too. Erin and I had a big talk about you yesterday in fact. However Amy has a friend who is looking for a flatmate, where you would live. Amy has agreed to pay your rent for the next six months if you agree to be her slave for at least two nights every week for those six months. Also Suzy who you might not have guessed is a professional domanatrix has agreed to line up clients for you to make some money, if your interested Britney?" Jess said with probing eyes. I was trying to think of a way to say No, even though I was having fun as Britney it was a lifestyle change I felt that I was not quite ready for, then Jess spoke again, "Amy's got a copy of all those photo's I took of you too yesterday, she said she new how to put them to good use and that you would know what that meant." With that I knew my fate had already been sealed, that if I had said no that my photos would appear in 'POSH SLUT' magazine and my life as I knew it would already be in ruin. "Yes," I said to Jess sounding more than defeated, however my defeat was soon forgotten as Jess quickly kissed my forehead. "Oh and there is one more thing," Jess said, at this point I was almost dreading the words that where about to come out of her mouth, but I got pleasant surprise indeed. "Troy is it ok if we go shopping for awhile and then I need some special time to say goodbye to Britney." At this point Jess was talking in her most seductive voice I had ever heard. "Yes of course it is," I said very eager indeed. Shopping Spree: However the first shop on our shopping spree turned out to be none other than a seedy little Tatoo parlour, where Jess paid for me to get some ink of her choosing, a horny little devil on my left butt cheek. I had no real complaint as I was totally infatuated with this girl. Jess asked me how much money I had left from Dale for clothes, she had an evil grin on her face. I must admit it felt dirty that she knew Dale had paid me for sex (see Britney "Training Day). I said I had the whole $800 left. We went to all sorts of girlie shops and brought all sorts of girlie items. The final stop being the underwear shop, wear Jess pretended we where shopping for her, in the changing both, we both took turns trying everything on that there possibly was to try on, it was such a turn on seeing her naked body that I kept on getting a hard on, much to Jess's amusement. We went back to her place to play one last dress up session. Session: We had spent about $600 on lots of girlie things, so I knew when we started to play this time it was going to be fun indeed. Back at Jess's after a quick shower I soon found myself naked in front of Jess, who seemed to subconsciously be giving me a handjob. Once though she realised what she was doing however she stopped, handing me a pink side-tie g-string, the instant I put it on. I suddenly felt very girlie. Next I was amazed when Jess handed me a tight little black PVC bra, instead of normally a matching bra to go with my tight little panties, but when I looked in the mirror that was in the lounge I must admit the two items did go together quite well. Jess must have been enjoying dressing me up as much as I enjoyed dressing up as I could see her nipples getting rather erect under the white playboy bunny t-shirt that she was currently wearing. We continued playing dressup, I put on a cute blue boob tube with candy written in yellow and silver glitter across the top, it went quite well with the choker collar that I was still wearing (see Britney "Training Day"). Jess chose a white miniskirt to go with my top, that when on maybe look a little bit like a tennis player of some sorts, next game black fishnets followed by Jess's very cute black PVC boots from my first dressup session at her house, to top everything off I put on my new long blonde wig and Jess worked wonders with her makeup. She then whispered in my ear that it was time for one last final photo. I posed the best I could for her this time, almost disappointed that it would now be Amy who I would be mostly dressing up to please. However after the photo was done, we headed off upstairs to Jess's room. I knew in my own mind this would be one of the last time's I got to spend with Jess as Britney and maybe one of the last times I would be able to see so much as her in private, as her new boyfriend, who was due to arrive in town soon was a very suspicious minded and possessive individual. Jess started to kiss me, it was not the normal peck on the cheek that I was getting so used to but more a deep tongue probing kiss, the kiss was also more passionate than any kiss I had ever had with another female in my life, a feeling of ecstasy raced down my spine. Before I knew it Jess had me down on her knees unbuckling her belt, unbuttoning her blue jeans and gently removing them to reveal a very cute pair of white panties with a daisy embroidered on them. Almost as if she was giving me a telepathic instruction I had her panties in my mouth, pulling them down her lovely smooth legs, stopping to admire how cute her ankles where, before replacing my mouth with my hands giving them a tug over her feet so they where now on the floor. Jess was still wearing her cute little white playboy bunny t-shirt but I could see her nipples where definitely erect now, however her nipples erectness was nothing in comparison with the erection that had formed inside the little pink g-string that I currently was wearing. In a fit of pure lust I started to lick on Jess's more than succulent shaven pussy, savouring every moment of it. It was in many ways like my ultimate wet dream come true, and it made every moment of what I had all ready gone through seem worth while. Realising at the point when she first started to orgasm that I didn't care if I spent the rest of my days as Britney because I had now tasted the succulent nectres of the girl who in my mind should be Queen of the world. My heart was racing faster than my tongue, I knew for a fact too that this was the first time Jess had dared to cheat on her Boyfriend and that they had been having quite the long distance relationship for sometime, this just added to my enthusiasm to please her more and more. She had started to moan with delight, "Hmmmmmm Britney your so good at eating pussy.." "It's a shame that you're too much of a sissy to utilize that cock of yours." I kept on just making sure I was giving her the best head ever. When she had enough she pushed my head away and gave me a most tender kiss on my forehead. "Your a good girl Britney, a very good girl," there was a brief pause at this point while Jess looked me up and down, "Wow, Britney this just won't do, naughty slut's don't have bulges like that in there panties," as she reached out an outstretched hand that somehow found it's way with ease under my white miniskirt and she started to give it a rub through the other side of my pink g-string. It was the most horny I had ever been in my life since loosing my virginity many years ago. Jess sent me what I thought was another subliminal message, with even more ease I was out of the PVC boots along with the miniskirt, on the bed next to her kissing her deeply and holding on to her passionately. Jess made short work of removing my g-string, putting a condom onto my penis before I even knew it. We started to have amazing sex. It didn't take long though until I blew my load into the condom and it was all over. After the most amazing sex of my life with the girl of my dreams, it ended in a quick ten minute clean up job, with me changing back into a boy and going home as Jess's parents where on there way home. There was not even enough time for us to exchange one final kiss after the magical moments that had occurred between the two of us. Amy's New Toy: Amy was at my house maybe 30 minutes after me arriving home with my shopping from Jess's house. She took control of the situation, saying that not to worry all my worldly belongings would be packed up tomorrow and shifted with a little help of some of her Daddies staff. She basically said just to come with her straight away so that I could meet my new flatmate. I guess meeting the new flatmate as Troy would be a good thing, we jumped into Amy's convertible new school Purple MG and headed off. Our destination was the 'Keystone Apartments', they where a trendy apartment block, in the downtown area of town. To explain the downtown area of town it was a mixture of everything from an old corner dairy, a booming red light district, then on the other end of the scale there was a giant 'Target' mall that seemed to sprawl for miles, a dock/wharf come train station area that even had a small secluded beach that locals where sure the Mafia used to cargo drugs to the outside world. The final group of the downtown set where trend setters who would go down to the downtown area to go to some of the dance party rave's held in abandoned warehouse's on the wharf. I could just picture Amy and her rich bitch friends from 'POSH SLUT' magazine slumming it in the downtown district at one of the many rave's. Amy took me up to apartment 5A turned the key in the lock, we entered what looked like a very simple apartment. It was nice though but nothing to write home about. My new flatmate was introduced to me, I must admit that I was expecting a very stunning female clone of Amy, however what I got was a very pleasant surprise. Her name was Chanel, she was of French ancestry, rather short, definitely slim, short black hair, but very much a plane Jane type of girl. She had on ripped denim jeans, with a green M*A*S*H T-shirt (for those of you who recall the TV show). Amy explained to me that Chanel worked at 'POSH SLUT' magazine writing the sex advice column and that she may in time be willing to share several pointers with me. Amy then had me put the bag that I brought back home from the hotel into my room, which was a lovely pink colour all over, except for the slat bed, which had silver silk sheets with at least 25 teddy bears sprawled over the bed obviously to keep me company. Amy helped bring in the shopping bags from the car that Jess and I had brought hours before. "Well do you like the place?" Amy asked, for the first time since I had been around her. We were in the lounge when she first started to cross examine me. She seemed to be asking me a genuine non-bitchy question. "Yes, the place is perfect," I replied with dignity, I was rather looking forward to living there, especially when I realised I was going to living as Britney. With no expectations of paying rent for six month it was also a excellent added bonus, on top of that I was on a very high adrenalin buzz from my experience with Jess, to top the whole situation off Chanel appeared to be a very ideal flatmate to have. "Good," Amy said before leaving me in the room for a few moments alone, she came back in the room handing me a brown envelope with my name written across it in pink letters, my girlie name of course. I opened it up, to my amazement it was a very official document typed up much like a company portfolio. Basically it was a manifesto outlining the do's and dont's of living as Britney, being Amy's slave etc..etc.. with a very official looking slave contract at the back complete with various clauses and sub clauses. I knew it was going to take awhile to read through the document, so almost, in haste though I signed it, handing back the slave part to Amy. Amy then explained that she would leave me alone as Troy tonight to get settled in at my new home, but she expected me up at 6:00am, dressed as Britney. She also said to go and spend some time getting friendly with Chanel, who she informed me was also a very brilliant chef. With that Amy was gone, I was alone as Troy in my new lodgings, with a slave contract signed, a very official slave contract which again reinforced the effort that Amy had gone through to get me to this point, even though it had a slight hint of her Daddy in it, I knew that she had enough 'Photographic and now Written Evidence' to make my life more than a misery if I disobeyed her. However I still was on a buzz from Jess so I decided to go out and have a quick chat to my new flatmate Chanel. Chanel and me must of spoken until the very earliest hours of Monday morning that night, It was amazing that we had similar taste on many matters everything from music to politics. This was very much a good thing that it was easy for us to get a long. I learned a lot about her life history, how she had been born not in France but on a French Naval vessel that was on exercises of the coast of Turkey at the time. How her father ended up in a Turkish Jail sometime after that event, and her mother raised her until she was five in Istanbul. However tragedy struck when her mother died, leading to Chanel being raised for the next two years by Christian Nuns in Turkey. Following her fathers release from jail, Chanel was now 7 her father took her back to Paris, where she had no friends to play games with like back in Turkey. But Paris sounded like a fabulous city, with many nice sites to look at. Her Father however took off when Chanel had her 10th Birthday, and Chanel ended up living abroad again this time in Frankfurt, Germany under the care of her very evil Grandfather on her mother's side. The evil Grandfather spent several years molesting her until she was finally old enough and brave enough to run back to Paris at age 18. She spent the next two years working as a common street whore until she had come to live here, met Amy who had basically taken her straight from the airport into her life and set her up with this apartment, a job at 'POSH SLUT' magazine writing the sex advice column. Chanel did not know Amy's Dad, Dale, which I thought was a very good thing, but it was pretty obvious that Chanel thought that she owed Amy something. In some ways it may have been why she let Amy convince her into letting me stay there. Chanel was very interested in asking me several questions about Britney, for the first time since Friday's exercise dressing up at Jess's I was able to answer all of her questions without feeling some level of being ashamed. Chanel said that she had at least three old copies of 'POSH SLUT' magazine that dealt with stories, articles etc from other people like me that she would bring home for me to read tomorrow. That night I slept with no dreams at all, but I was very aware also that in the morning I had to be ready for Amy at 6:00AM and fully dressed as Britney too, I had not yet dressed as Britney on my own accord which made me slightly nervous. 5:30AM my new Barbie alarm clock went off waking me with a shock, but reflex kicked in, I found myself out of bed showered, wax my legs, had a very quick shave, walking back into my bedroom to make the decision of what to wear, I also had no idea of what was expected of me. as Amy. Deciding after much debate to start with a wig, I selected the blonde china doll wig from the night I had spent at the hotel with Dale, once the wig was on I started to think all girlish, which was good to at least me in the mood for transformation. Next I selected blue lace panties with a matching bra, along with the blue boob tube I had worn the day before, the one that had 'Candy' written across it in glitter, for those of you who don't quite recall the item I am talking about. I chose to also put on a black PVC jacket, because it was rather cold here in the morning, this led to me putting a short black PVC micro- mini skirt, with my black fishnet stockings along with a nice pair of black high heels that Jess and I had purchased on our shopping spree the day before. Looking rather cute but very much not too passable without some makeup help, I was aware of the time it was 5:50, so I did the best I could with very little makeup knowledge, but the end result was a rather pleasant and more than passable Britney. Just in the nick of time too as there was suddenly a dainty knock at the door. Opening the door, Amy had a smile on her face she had also brought over a very light breakfast for us to share. Amy said that this would be considered as my first day serving her as a slave but later in the week she would spend day two with me as her slave, which would be more of what she expected. She was going to be nice to me today since I really had no idea of what Amy expected from me in the way of being her little slave. Over our very yummy but very much on the light side breakfast Amy and me chatted about several things including the arrangement of me living where I was, Amy pointed out that she soon tired of new toys, and that if she tired of me she would simply have to play pass the parcel and pass me onto someone else who would have a use for me. She was back to her bitchy self I was used to when she said that, in a way too it sent a very scary shiver of fear down my spine. As I knew she would make sure I went to worse the possible place. For the first time I missed Jess, I knew deep down in my heart that it would not be the last time that I missed her loving touch as well. After breakfast it was 7:45am time to go to the office with Amy in fact, it was cool sitting there in her office at 'POSH SLUT' magazine while Amy acted all corporate on the phone. She had me run simple errands for her like fetching her fresh cups of coffee from the cafe. It was exciting to actually be very much accepted as just another girl in the office, unless Amy had told them all of her new toy but somehow I thought that would be too ultra bitchy even for her. We spent the entire morning at 'POSH BITCH' ducking out at lunchtime to meet her Dad, Dale, for a quick bite to eat on the run, as Amy had called it. That turned into a very exciting Lunch at a very expensive restaurant, where I spent most of the time playing footsies with Dale. Amy, after lunch, said that she had to go and check in with her boyfriend that afternoon, but said on the way to go and visit Kirk, she would drop me off to Suzy's who had requested some quality time with Britney. It was only a short trip from the restaurant to Suzy's and when Amy dropped me off she handed me a beeper and explained that she would beep me when she required my services. She made me give her a kiss goodbye that was a kiss on the lips, with no tongue's, before she sped off down the road in her MG. Quality Time with Mistress Suzy: For those who you who do not recall Mistress Suzy, she as it turns out works as a Professional Dominatrix, and has quite the more than well equipped dungeon built under her house. Also for record Suzy was an ultra skinny girl with long black braided hair with the evil set of longest nails I had ever seen on a girl before. I had also spent time in her dungeon, but if you want details of that you have to read 'Britney- Training day'. Upon meeting Mistress Suzy, on this encounter, she explained that I was slightly earlier than expected but not to fret as there would just me more time to prepare me for the kind Doctor. I had no idea who the kind Doctor was though, but in the back of my mind there was a desire for it to please not be the horrible playmate that she gave me last time. We followed the steps down to the locked door that lead to the labyrinth of Japanese screens that lead to her dungeon, but it was amazing instead of ending up in the dungeon we where in what resembled a backstage dressing room that could of been perfectly at home at a Broadway production house or even Hollywood. Mistress Suzy gave me one of her cheeky little slaps across my ass. "Glad my little dressing room takes your fancy Britney, my dear," she said as if she had almost read my mind at how amazed I was. There was even a locker with my name on which she opened up, explaining to place all my current clothes in the basket at the bottom, but I was to keep my wig on of course and fishnet stockings. So I did as I was told, knowing that if I disobeyed Mistress Suzy that I would be in for a very horrible punishment indeed. Mistress Suzy explained that as part of the agreement with Amy that I had signed I would have at least one day's work under Mistress Suzy serving in her dungeon as her submissive, but I would be well rewarded with cash for a good days work, so I would not have to worry that everything I was doing was strictly for Mistress Suzy's perverse pleasures. In my own mind the plot had thickened a lot since my first innocent session dressing up at Jess's, but with everything going on around inside of me I was longing to be the girl I always wanted to be, and if I had to put up with Amy and suck a little cock and serve Mistress Suzy to get there so be it. Mistress Suzy attached a leash to the choker collar that I had permanently locked to my neck, then she handed me some black lace crotch-less panties to put on, along with a matching black bra that was tied in the middle with a cute little red ribbon, next on came a black garter belt, followed by a very tight shorter than a micro-skirt piece of black material which would form the bottom half of my maids outfit. The most highly pointed black high heels where handed to me next that had a silver spike at the bottom, even when I tried to move just a little bit I would almost fall down which brought instant laughter to Mistress Suzy. The top part of the maids uniform was a white lace pinafore, that just started enough to cover my bra, but only had the one strap across the back. But Mistress Suzy seemed happy making the comment that indeed I looked more like a cheap nasty slut of a whore than a maid, which would please the doctor most happily. She then led me out of the changing room, this time into the dungeon, but instead of having me locked into the giant birdcage she walked me to the very end of the room where there was an old fashion bedroom setup complete with a teddy bears picnic going on, she said she would be back soon, handing me a pink duster she instructed me to walk around dusting everything I could see, when she came back if I was naughty and not doing what I was meant to be doing I would be punished, however if I was a good little Sissy Maid, I might just receive a reward. The fear of punishment I knew was very real, but I knew that somewhere along the line I would feel the wrath of Mistress Suzy. To add insult to everything I still had no idea whom this Doctor person was, but I decided the best cause of action to take in this case was to just play my part in what was turning into a very bizarre scenario indeed. So I started to dust, the more I started to dust the more I really got into it, enjoying being nothing more than Mistress Suzy's pretty little sissy maid. Her high stiletto's banging on the wooden dungeon floor again was the first acknowledgement to me that she was coming back to the dungeon, but I kept on doing what I was doing and dusting happily away as per her explicit instructions. Mistress Suzy then spoke, "Well Britney you have been a very good girl after all, the Doctor has come as promised to check and make sure that the cold you have been suffering from is curable, turn around Britney and meet Dr Shorowartz." I turned around at once on Mistress's command rather pleased that she was happy with the dusting I had done to date. When I turned around Mistress Suzy was standing next to a guy who would easily pass for a Doctor, he was a rather hunky looking gentleman in a Doctors uniform, possibly in his mid30's with black hair, no facial hair, no ring on his ring fingers, he even had a metal Doctor thingy around his neck. The first thing the Dr did was stick a thermometer into my mouth and take my temperature, he made the comment to Mistress Suzy that my temperature was rather high, stating that I might need some time in hospital but he had some special medicine to try first. Mistress Suzy shifted me over to the bed wear I was told to lie down, while on the bed my legs where spread apart, Mistress Suzy came to stand just over from me so that she could see my face at all times, at least I knew I would not be punished. Sometime passed until I felt a funnel of some description being inserted into my anus, the next thing I knew the kind Dr Shorowartz was giving me an enema. I had never had an enema up until that point, but it did prove most refreshing, and was more than enjoyable. After the enema, Dr Shorowartz commented to Mistress Suzy what a good patient I was being so far, this pleased Mistress Suzy who at once instructed me to stand up straight and say thank you to the doctor. I stood up instantly, straight away bursting into my little utterance as if I was reading a cue card. "Thank you doctor, I just know the medicine you gave me will make me fit and healthy again," making sure to say it the cutest possible way and give the doctor a nice little smile. Mistress Suzy was then in front of the doctor unzipping his doctor pants, bringing his penis out, but she did not beckon me over to suck on his cock. Instead she slowly wanked on his enormous penis until he was rock hard, taking an empty specimen vile out of his left pocket. She filled the specimen vile up with his cum, walking over to me she poured the vile of his cum down my throat making sure that it all trickled down slow enough to make it the hardest possible way for me to swallow the lot. Lucky for me I managed with some effort to get it all down inside me until the vile was empty, without a drop of his cum spilled as I thought that too might be reason for punishment. The doctor was very much red from receiving his hand job from Mistress, he had cum quite a bit though. However this little exercise was still not complete, out of his other pocket he produced a bottle of pills in a black bottle simply with a yellow X label on them, handing them to me he said, "Take two of these pills a day, one in the morning and one at night until finished." With that he turned to Mistress Suzy who instructed me to be a good little Sissy Maid and get back to my dusting, which I did not hesitate to do and she departed with the kind Doctor. It was a pretty simple exercise that had taken place. I put the pills down on the table thinking that they where just another part of this game. Again Mistress Suzy came back down the stairs, she picked up the bottle of pills putting them in her pocket. "We have one more client to attend to tonight, he's nothing at all like kind Dr Shorowartz though," she said and had the evilist grin I had ever seen on her face. She got me down on all fours by using a hand gesture making me crawl back to the changing room, where she made me remove my costume in it's entirety. Also she put the pills in the pocket of my PVC Jacket. "Britney starting tonight you must take one of those pills that Dr Shorowartz has kindly given you, I want you to take the full course of pills. Don't you lie to me either, I have arranged a blood test at the end of the week to check if you are taking the correct dosage, is this understood?" she said in a rather more demanding way than ever. However at the time I just thought they would be lollies. "Yes Mistress this is understood," I barked back at her as to avoid any punishment, so far I thought things where going rather well and with ease down in her dungeon, almost forgetting what I had been dreading. I still had the leash on, when Mistress Suzy handed me a Silver PVC bodysuit to put on that fitted very tightly, it's sleeves went to my wrists where on each one there was a ring of silver. But the silver ring was not material rather a ring that might have a chain put through it to act as a restraint. Down lower on this Silver PVC body suit, there where slits allowing my pierced breasts to be clearly viewed but nothing else. Lower down again, at the back there where slits revealing either side of my bottom however not my boy pussy in the middle that was covered up with a single zip, the bottom half of the body suit revealed a swim suit so there was no legs, my penis was hidden however at the bottom of it, but there was no other zip at the front. When I had put the silver PVC bodysuit on it had just seemed to grow tighter around my body, I was not giving any stockings or anything to put on my legs there where bare, also there where no shoes given to me. Instead mistress made me crawl back into her dungeon, where I was put on top of a sling, my arms spread with a chain tied through the little silver rings, my legs also spread on what they call a spreader bar behind me, then my eyesight taken away from me with a blindfold, the finishing touch Mistress Suzy put a red ball gag in my mouth before leaving the room. All I could do is wait for what was going to happen, time seemed to tick a lot more slowly now that my vision had been removed along with even my voice to scream out in distress. After what seemed along time indeed I heard the familiar sound of Mistress's stilletto's on the wooden floor, the next sound I heard was a whip flying through the ear, followed by a sudden stinging pain on my left buttocks. I received ten whips on each exposed butt cheek, there had been no call for this punishment though, however I knew that this must have been all for this clients pleasure. Mistress then removed my blindfold, I saw a very familiar face steering back at me. However to him in this gear I would not be so familiar. It was one of my ex teachers from School, Mr. Foskate, he had always given me good grades though at School. It was rather surprising to actually see him taking part in alternative sexual activities. Mistress Suzy at that very moment removed the ball gag from my mouth. "If I lower you down from here my pet, will you be a good little slut?" were the first words to come out of Mistress's mouth since the two of them entered the dungeon some moments earlier on. "Yes Mistress, I will be the perfectly well behaved slut," I said, almost embarrassed that even with a feminine voice, that Mr. Foskate might recognize who I was. However I was in luck he didn't recognize me. Mistress Suzy lowered me down so I had my legs wide up in the air but my face and the front of my body was just flying above the ground. They where both standing in front of me, Mr. Foskate had his brown pants down around his ankles along with his red undies, his pathetic excuse for a cock semi-hard hanging there. Mistress Suzy looked it up and down, giving him one of her teasing smacks to the bottom, which got a small sudden rise to his penis. She decided to give him a couple more, choosing to put a condom onto his penis. She then fed his cock to me to suck, so I did what all good sluts are good at sucking on his puny little penis to the best of my ability. The latex of the condom tasting rather vulgar in my mouth even though it was banana flavoured. After a good ten minutes of cock sucking Mistress Suzy asked Mr. Foskate if he would like to give her little slut a good fucking or if he would prefer just to have his big strong dick sucked on till he came. The look on his face was that of someone who was very horny and hadn't been laid in awhile, I was just trying to not laugh at Mistress Suzy saying that he had a big cock. He made a decision though that he wanted to fuck me, so I soon found his cock out of my mouth, me being lowered to the ground, released onto the ground momentarily and led this time to the stocks, where my arms and head where put in, complete with thumb cuffs to ensure there would be no chance to escape. I could see Mr. Foskate playing with his cock to keep his erection up, he also still had the condom on. Mistress Suzy pulled that condom off and replaced it with a new one, leading him to behind me so I had no idea of what was going to happen next, she unzipped the zip on the back of my outfit, gave my boy pussy a few fingers with her latex gloved hand, I knew this because each time she entered me I could feel her nails getting to almost rip into me through her latex gloves. After a few fingers there was a quick squirt of lubricant as his cock was then inserted into my boy pussy. He only pumped me furiously for a few moments until I felt his condom filling with cum. He withdrew leaving me locked in the stocks, Mistress lead him away. She did however take the longest time to come back to me. Again she undid me from the stocks, making me crawl back to the dressing room, where I was changed back into my outfit that I had started the day in. Still treating me as her slave she lead me back upstairs. Handing me an envelope fill of $20 notes, all up there must have been $300 there. I considered that not bad for very simple work. Mistress Suzy then explained that she would call me at the flat or leave a message on the machine at least a day in advance in future when I was to come and work for her. She also explained that she expected the second client to be a lot more up to the task at hand, as he was a regular however she had never seen him have sex with someone before. Just then before she could proceed she instructed me that my taxi had just arrived, so I left via Taxi back to the apartment. The Miracle's of Modern Day Medicine: Arriving back at apartment 5A of the Keystone apartments in the taxi for the first time as Britney felt quite amazing however I had no idea of what to do with myself, it was 6:00pm but Chanel was not home from work yet. I didn't even really know when she would be home, but I felt like I needed some company of some description. As Troy I could call upon all the friends in the world at times like this but as Britney it was a different story. I thought I could ring Jess but didn't want to as she had made things final with us the day before. It was Monday night so I knew there would be nothing to watch on TV, as I flicked the Beeper over in my hands I realised that I was now at Amy's beck and call not the other way around. I had just seen Mistress Suzy who seemed to want nothing more with me than a pure business relationship. There was of course Dale, who had given me his card, but he was married. He was Amy's Dad and all the rest, but I just couldn't help the crush that I had on him. I was so tempted to call him, but then I realised I had seen him earlier on that day, so I didn't want to push my luck. I decided to order in a quick dinner, it was over dinner that I took one of my pills that Dr Shorowartz had given me. Just to be on the safe side I decided I would take the pills just in case the blood test that Mistress Suzy was threatening me with was a real threat. After taking the pills I cleaned up my mess, walking back into my bedroom I felt rather dizzy, thinking it must be a side effect of the pills. I lay down on the bed going to sleep instantly. Slipping into a dream world that could of come out of the page's of 'Alice in Wonderland' except without the Cheshire cat. Instead I was Britney walking down a marble path in the middle of an ice cave, surrounded by Penguin Soldiers smoking cigar's. The marble path came to an abrupt stop at a gigantic oversized Barbie Alarm clock, with no Ken in site to save the day. But before my bizarre dream could continue I was soon awake with a knock at my bedroom door. It was Chanel coming home. I went out to the lounge to make small talk with her, I made no mention of my dream as I didn't want her to think me as a mental case, I also did not tell her about the pills that Dr Shorowartz had given me, instead I listened to her bitch and moan about her day at work at 'POSH SLUT' magazine. She had not had the perfect day, but in away neither had I, which made me relate to her even more. However she handed me four different copies of 'POSH SLUT' magazine to digest before she said good night and went to sleep. These where the four 'POSH SLUTS' that she said dealt with people like me, I was happy she had brought them because at first Chanel had thought there was only about three 'POSH SLUTS' with info. I took the magazines back to my room, choosing in fact the 'POSH SLUT' magazine, with 'Alice in Wonderland' on the front cover as my first port of call. It was one of the earlier issues of 'POSH SLUT' magazine dating back to January 1997, and there was a lot of old and very boring articles in it, but it was easy to find what I was looking for an article/quiz. 'Is Your Boy the Sissy you want him to be?' The article went on to explain how in the UK a group of six girls had each taken a vow to make their men more obedient by making them wear female clothes. There was not a lot of new information in the article that I could really use for my own situation but it did however provide me with a good laugh. The quiz on the other hand was dynamite in my hands, I answered all the questions truthfully and paid special attention to add up my score to perfection. The answer it gave me in the summary read as follows: 'Top Score 475-500: Well Young Lady welcome to the club, by now you should be rushing down to the local mall and buying your first panties with matching bra. You should have not been born as a male as you have far too many feminine qualities in you to be a horrible boy. However unfortunately you are now destined to be nothing but a dirty slut, so please the boys well and always follow the 'Golden Rule'. The Golden Rule I thought to myself that Amy must of just made that up, but upon reading the results of my quiz I realized there had to be more than meets the eye in more than one sense of the word. I made a mental note to myself to try and see if in my spare time I could find out any more information on this, as I was determined to get to the bottom of everything. One 'POSH SLUT' down and three more to consume. The second 'POSH SLUT' I chose simply had an almost all white cover with the words 'POSH SLUT' imposed across the front in metalic purple. This 'POSH SLUT' was last month's edition in fact, so had all the up to date gossip in it. I made a quick stop off first at the sex advice column to read the advice that Chanel was giving all the posh sluts out there. I picked up a good tip on the 69 position but more on that later if there is time to get into all of that kinda thing. This magazine had an article called, 'I am not gay Just because I got a Dick' was actually highly amusing as it was a story about Rapper Eminem. I don't know if it was a parody or not but it had Ken Kaniff abusing Eminem about having sex with a transexual girl after a concert. Ken Kaniff is a gay character, who is often abused on LP's done by rapper Eminem. I must admit at this point that this article provided no real information on my identity or any other issue's I was trying to come to grips with, but it did make me laugh out laugh on more than the one occasion. Two down and Two to go I was thinking to myself which one to chose, when I randomly opened the one that had Snoopy and Charlie Brown on the cover, this was the April 2001 edition of 'POSH SLUT' magazine. At first I seemed to completely miss the whole entire article that was tucked away inside the April 2001 edition of 'POSH SLUT' magazine, instead reading an article from Amy that had the following top ten beauty steps. 1:Drink water, more water and more water again! Drinking lots of water clears your skin and helps you to burn calories. 2:Exercise! Exercise! Exercise! I usually take an hour jogging pass in the forest every day. Good for the body, good for the soul! 3:Don't smoke! Probably the worst thing you can do to your skin is to smoke. 4:Get a lot of sleep, and then some more. 5:Let your skin rest up from make-up once in a while. 6:Eat a lot so you get energy, but always make sure you eat healthy! 7:Take a day every week and try to take care of yourself, make a facial, take a long bath, listen to relaxing music. 8:Don't stress. 9:Don't worry, be happy. Think you look great and you will! 10:Laugh a lot. Don't frown. You are going to get wrinkles sooner or later, so why not get happy ones... those are the best kinds of wrinkles of all. Those kind can even be attractive! I think Amy was very much right when she came up with her ten beauty secrets, deciding in fact that from now on I would watch what I was eating, make sure that I went for a quick run every morning, and also make sure that I kept an eye on how much sleep I was getting. After all I thought to myself a naughty girl can still be a healthy girl, an evil smile crossed my face. I took a break from reading 'POSH SLUT' at this stage to take out my nice 8" vibratos, that was one of the toys me and Jess had brought when we went shopping, to have a quick little play with my boy pussy. I preferred the real thing but seemed to be turning into a bit of a cock hungry bitch so had to make use of everything I could get. After some much needed relief I then stumbled across an article simply entitled 'Gender Dysphoria'. I was at the point intrigued. I knew what gender was but had no idea what Dysphoria meant so I began to slowly read the information available to me curtsey of 'POSH SLUT' magazine. Upon reading the article I was soon able to work out that Gender Dysphoria was just a technical term for Transsexuality as such. Simply defined for those who not all ready know Transsexuality means having the wrong body for the gender one really is. The article went on to point out a couple of other things that really got me thinking, firstly it stated 'Although transsexuality is not the same thing as homosexuality, the two can sometimes occur in conjunction with each other, and there is evidence that both are created by the similar mechanisms, in utero.' Which in a lot of ways just complicated the situation of being Britney for me even more. I knew that as Troy I had always thought about doing stuff with guys but never really taken it any further than a thought as there was always plenty of girls to play with, although I had played with one very lusty blonde transexual once upon a time. As Britney however there was an almost unwanted passion to have sex with guys and girls although the idea of sticking my cock into some man's ass did not really appeal to me too strongly. The second thing that the article went on to discuss was as follows, this is kinda slightly wordy but well worth the read 'Transsexuality differs greatly from the commonly - and erroneously - associated terms 'Crossdressing' or 'Transvestitism', as well as 'Transgenderism'. Whereas transsexuality is concerned primarily with gender identity and the correction of physical form to fit that identity, transvestitism is primarily a sexual fetish that occurs after puberty, and the transvestite has no desperation to redress a physical incongruity. The transvestite gains satisfaction from appearing as the opposite sex only, and the behavior is apparently not rooted in a biological, pre- natal basis, but is learned. Transvestitism, unlike transsexuality, primarily is the activity of males. This really put Britney's poor young head into a spin at this point, I didn't know who I was anymore, was I a cross dressing guy who liked to dress as a girl, was I a TV who only dressed for sexual pleasure or was in fact on the virge of being a Transexual who wanted to go the whole way and have the operation to be the girl I always wanted to be. At least that third magazine had provided some useful information to me, if not very confusing information that at moments almost had tears in my eyes. Seeing as I really didn't have any plans for Tuesday at this stage I decided to read the final copy of 'POSH SLUT' magazine that Chanel had given me, it was the Christmas 2002 edition so as you can imagine on the cover there was thousand upon thousands of Santa's and other such great Christmas icons. I quickly found an article simply intitled 'Candy Darling' sponsored by some website called fictionmania.tv that the author of the article suggested was very good for people who enjoyed this article. I knew at some point I would have to get access to the internet and go and check the site out. The article was on one of Andy Warhol's ground from the late 60's a transvestite actress. It was good to read an article that showed us girls as being in with the incrowd so to speak. I don't know if I was still under the effects of the pill that Dr Shorowartz had given me but that night had the most bizare dreams of my life, even more bizare than the dream before about the Penguin Soldiers. I hadn't even got changed into a nightie that night and when I woke up on Tuesday morning I felt pretty disgusting so I went and had a very long shower indeed, then went to the kitchen, where Chanel had cooked me pancakes for breakfast, she explained that she had taken the day off work because her Monday had been so horrible. She also asked me how useful the 'POSH SLUT' magazine's had been. I told her all about the different information I had gotten from them all ready and how I was pretty messed up in the head from all the conflicting information, I then swallowed by second pill from the bottle from Dr Shorowartz, almost instantly feeling dizzy again. I made my excuses and went and just got into bed with my bathrobe still on me. I slept the day away still having dreams, when I woke up at dinnertime. Chanel had gone, leaving me a quick note to say she had gone to catch up with a few old friends. I took my third pill, with the same drastic side effects, ending back in bed but this time I got to at least put on my cute pink nightie with a cute little teddy bear on it so I least felt slightly decent when I went to sleep. It was my second night of very bizare dreams, I knew that I luckily still had the following day free though as I had not got a beep from Amy or a call from Mistress Suzy. So the next day I woke up, made myself a quick breakfast, took pill number 4, and yet again ended up back in bed with very bizarre dreams however this time I had a fever. When I woke up at around dinnertime again, I thought to myself wasn't the whole object of these pills to make me better although at the time I was not sick, it was all a game, wasn't it?. But I did not have too long to think as the beeper suddenly went off it was a message from Amy saying that she would be having me over tomorrow night Thursday night to entertain some 'POSH SLUT' V.I.P's and that I should get a package in the morning to wear, and I should arrive at 5:00pm sharp, lateness would not be tolerated. I was not in the mood for anything except sleep at this point, but I knew I had signed an agreement to be Amy's little slave for the next six months otherwise my life would be a misery, at this point too I had not yet even managed to last six days yet alone my first month. I headed off to the bathroom, my body felt different than it ever had before. Walking into the bathroom, the first thing I did was sit down to take a piss. It wasn't until I had to stand up to flush the toilet I realised how feminine my action had been, I made the mistake of looking down into the unflushed toilet bowl where I noticed my urine was not the colour it should be it was in fact hot pink. I flushed it away, went to the kitchen cooked myself a very quick dinner, took pill number five as I knew this would knock me out of my reality, it did it's job and I didn't have to think until morning. When morning clocked in after more bizare dreams I knew it was Thursday, I also knew I had not shaven for a couple of days. However there was no need to shave as no hair had even tried to grow on my face or legs, there was also zero stuble there. After breakfast before taking the sixth pill I opened up the little black bottle with the yellow X label on it, noticing there was after this, only two more pills to go, I didn't question the fact there was only two left at this stage, maybe I should of? But as I swallowed pill number six I did notice something else written on the label in very small yellow letters. I looked through a few draws in the lounge finding a novelty magnifying glass and managed to read what the label said 'X23B Pseudo-gender concentrate'. I knew straight away what these pills where, I passed out where I was in the lounge, realising my fate was possibly sealed for the rest of my life there would be no more Troy from now on there would be just Britney. I had been tricked into taking a very fast working super strong hormone. When I woke up it was luckily lunchtime, not dinnertime otherwise I would have broken my agreement with Amy. It had been a knock at the door that had woken me up, it was just before twelve so it was still the morning. A courier handed me a box, I thanked the poor courier boy who seemed embarrassed by the fact I had just answered the door in nothing more than my skimpy nightgown. I decided to have a shower and get changed into whatever outfit Amy wanted to see me in. It was in the shower that I first notice that I had very small breasts, A-cup breasts, my hair was also growing quite nicely I noticed when I got out of the shower but I still needed to put on my china doll wig. It was not yet that convincing for me to go out and entertain without one. I did my makeup first somehow doing it like an expert although it was only my second doing my own makeup. I then opened up the box that had a card from Amy. 'Dearest Britney, hope your feeling better see you at five, Love, Amy'. It was almost like she was trying to rub salt in my wounds somehow, but I was not clear minded enough to make any decisions at this juncture, all I could do was dress up as Britney in order to go and serve Amy. So on went the tightest black g-string I had ever seen that was made of a see through mesh material except for the edges, that where very thick cotton, on went black stars over my new tits much like what the old fashion strippers used to wear, followed next by a hot pink Lycra boob tube, that left totally nothing to the imagination but at least it showed off my new titties nicely, then on went the micro-skirt that Amy had brought for me to wear which was a red Tartan school girl uniform, next came some knee high black sox, then I had to put on a white school girl blouse that covered up my cute little pink boob tube, the finishing touches where some black sandals, the first flat foot girlie shoes I had worn for that matter, along with a cute black school bag that had two love hearts in pink on the back of it. It was time to get to Amy's so I rung a reliable taxi company that I knew would get me there on time, as Amy had left explicit instructions when she sent me the message that lateness would not be tolerated. When Mr. Taxi Man arrived he was amazed from the look in his eye, and the rise in his pants was a dead give away that I simply now had looks to kill. I made sure though that he kept his hands to himself on the ride over to Amy's who lived in a very flash mansion in the expensive part of town. Lucky for me it was just before five when I knocked on the door, Amy looked stunned when she opened the door but she refrained from saying anything that would boost my ego. She invited me in and explained to me that the guests had already arrived and where waiting for me to come. She lead me through her house into her entertainment room which had it's own bar, pool tables, swimming pool, arcade machine's, all the toy's of the rich including me a young transexual whore for there amusement. The V.I.P's So I was lucky to have not been a late coming at least, I thought to myself as I checked out the so-called 'POSH SLUT' V.I.P's. There where four V.I.P's in total, the other men being Kirk who was Amy's boyfriend, the only other person in the room of course was Amy. The four V.I.P's didn't look like they had anything in common except they where all a different nationality, there was one who was Asian, one who was Indian, one was European and the other was actually a girl from Singapore. It was the girl from Singapore who simply approached first. "Amy was right Britney you are truly stunning," she said before departing the room not to be seen again, a moment later Kirk too left the room shutting the door on Amy's command. "Let the show begin," Amy chanted as she walked over to me, slipping out of her black silk cocktail dress like the true posh slut she was to reveal her naked body. As the four men in the room watched she walked up to me sticking her tongue down my throat, then slowly she began to kiss my neck as she put her hand under my skirt to feel me up. She whispered in my ear that she was just providing the entree and not to let her sudden burst of emotion go to my little head. Of course it was going to my head to see Amy perform like a trained seal in front of these four men. I remained clothes while she kissed me, I kissed her, licked her titties playfully, then spent the next 30 minutes just eating her pussy while the men watched on drinking away on there alcoholic beverages. It all stopped when the Asian man walked across the room simply picking Amy up bending her across the pool table before he proceeded to have anal sex with her doggystyle. I had no idea if she had counted on getting fucked like that or if the whole thing had gotten so out of control but she was certainly getting into it. Moments later the European man was at my side, he wasted no time in eating each of the buttons off from my white blouse, then simply ripping it off me so it fell to the floor revealing my pink boob tube. Amy was still getting her brains screwed out by the Asian when the Indian man walked over to where the European man and I were, with his cock in hand, but he swapped the cock for my legs as the Euro man grabbed my arms, they carried me onto the bar. Where it was only a matter of moments before the Euro man had his cock in my mouth, as the Indian man removed my shoes, then forcefully as if he was about to rape me ripped off my tight little black g-string. I was too busy working on sucking off the Euro man to yelp in pain when the Indian man's cock penetrated my boy pussy. The Indian man did not last as long as Mr. Euro though, he exploded inside me swearing obscenities to make a sailor blush as he did so. Then I found it was Mr. Asian inside my boy pussy he still was hard as a rock, which lead me to believe that he had indeed not cum inside of Amy. Mr. Asia took turns with Mr. Euro swapping holes for the next forty minutes or so while Mr. India simply watched on. Mr. Euro was first to cum though he took his cock out of my ass and started to shoot cum all over my face much to the delight of Mr. Asia, who decided to do the same thing. I licked off as much of it as I could. The next thing I knew Mr. India had be over his shoulders carrying me over to the pool table where Amy was now sitting with a huge strap-on penis attached to her. Mr. India through me down hard on the pool table, Amy must of taken at least an hour working at my boy pussy before she pulled away whispering in my ear, "I know you liked that slut." She sounded rather nasty, I almost wanted to get bitchy to her and ask her how it felt to play with someone else beside Kirk but I refrained. Instead I was rolled over onto my back on the pool table by Mr. Euro who lifted my pink boob tube off me so he could see my star studded little titties. His cock was out and very hard again. He started to fuck my new titties as Mr. Asia found his way back into my mouth and Mr. India somehow managed to get his cock into my pussy while Amy looked on smiling happily at the scene in front of her. This time they all took a lot longer to cum, each three of them cumming in me or in Mr. Euro's case over my cute new breasts. Once they had finished Amy escorted all three of them out of the room leaving me rather exhausted on the pool table in her entertainment room, it was then that I looked up into the corner of the room noticing that there was a security camera there that for some reason had recorded the whole thing. Amy re-entered the room, instructed me to dress. I was still in a daze when I got dressed. The wonders of amazing sex do that to a girl sometimes. She had definitely got her money's worth from me though, I could tell just from the smile on her face that the 'POSH SLUT' V.I.P'S had left very happily after all. Just then Kirk re-entered the room as I dressed he asked Amy several questions, each one of her answers a pure lie, when it came to her sexual involvement in the scenario. That was all Amy required of me that evening but it was still midnight when I got back to my new apartment at 5A Keystone apartments. The End "This is the end unless anyone else wants me to write anymore stories, if so drop me an email-thanks."