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Suddenly alone! She was his life. When the drunk driver took her, it devastated him. He was only 26, and they had only been married for 2 years. Now, here he was alone again. Cliff had been working at a speedy messenger service, and made his living on the roads. How could this happen? She was coming home late after visiting with her best girl friend. It was 11 PM and a drunk came down the wrong way on the freeway and plowed head on into her. She was killed instantly. When the highway patrol called, he dropped to the floor and couldn't get back up. They sent an officer to check on him. The door was still unlocked expecting her return. The officer found him curled up on the floor, crying, and helped him up to the couch, and hung up the phone. He sat with him for an hour, while he cried and cried, then he had to go. He asked if there was someone he could call. Cliff said the only one they could call was her best friend Janet. When the officer called, Janet was just as shocked. Cliff got on the line and explained to Janet what he knew. They decided that they had to get their composure and talk again tomorrow. He told the officer he would be O. K. This was a week ago and he had buried his wife, told Janet he would call her in a while, and collected the insurance money. They had put a million-dollar policy on each other because if one was lost to the other, they wanted their life to be comfortable. He had put the money in the bank and had told his boss he had to quit. He had spent the last 2 days laying around the house, occasionally weeping, but doing not much of anything. When he went to bed last night, he had taken her sheer nylon nightgown to bed with him because it smelled like her. This comforted him. It was now 11 PM and he was tired. He went to her closet. In the shelves she had neatly folded up several of her corsets, and a few of her baby doll nighties. He took a red corset off the shelf. He remembered how great she looked in it. It smelled like her. He hugged it and held it up to his face. He remembered the good times they had had. The thought crept into his mind that he wanted her so bad. How could he get this feeling to become permanent so he could remember her? He wrapped the corset around his waist and hooked the clasps in the front. It actually felt good and he got an erection. He envisioned her and how she looked the last time he saw her in it. He felt around back and started pulling on the laces. As he tightened it he longed for her more and more. He pictured the red sheer stockings she had worn, and the 4" high heeled, open toed shoes she wore. He pulled harder and felt the corset constrict. It was a tremendous turn on. When he had very long strings from the tightening, he wrapped them around his waist and tied a double bow to hold them in place. He looked down at his chest. The corset was pushing down on his chest and actually hurt. He grabbed his 'breast' skin and pulled up on each one and the quarter cup underwire slipped under his breast tissue. This gave him, what, "B" cup breasts?, which were not the same as the "D" cup size his wife had in the corset, but surprised him to see the mounds of flesh that were there. He pushed on them and tweaked the little nipple. They were quite "mushy". He now had a full erection. He went to the drawer where his wife had kept her lingerie. He pulled out a used pair of red nylon seamed stockings and a see through pair of nylon panties. He went to sit at her make up station. When he tried to put on the stockings he found he could not bend over because of the tightness of the corset. He had to cross his legs, arch his back, and lean from his hips to get the stockings started. When he had pulled both up his legs and hooked the metal clasps, he felt his legs. It was a most disconcerting sexy feeling. His hands slid along the stockings and he could feel it from both sides, his hands & his legs; and it felt really good. He felt the satin corset material around his waist and then the stocking material on his legs and was really getting hot. He stood up and put on the panties. The material rubbed against his penis that was holding the material out like a tent pole. He caressed himself, and felt his face flush with tension. It was like she was there helping him to understand that he would always have her if he wanted. He went to sit on the bed. Then he spied the shoe rack and got up and tried a pair of pumps on. Even though his wife and he were very close in size, the closed toe pumps wouldn't quite fit with out severe pain. He pulled out a pair of open toed pumps and because he could force his toes a little farther through the opening he was able to put them on with out too much discomfort. He had a little trouble walking back to the bed because the heels were 4" spikes. Although he wobbled a little, he was happy, and thought he was able to walk quite well. He looked over to the set of hooks in the closet and saw the sheer peignoir hanging on the hook and went over, put it on, and walked back to the bed. He lay down and savored the sensations. He really felt as if his wife was there. It was a long while before he fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, it was 8:00 a.m. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and tried to sit up but couldn't because of the corset. He rolled on his side and pushed up with his arms to a sitting position. He felt his manhood arise and stand at attention. He couldn't help but touch himself and after a few minutes, when his mind cleared, he took off all the clothing and laid it on the bed. He put on his "man" clothes and went about his day. He no longer worked and didn't have to worry for money, so he got on the Internet and surfed. He started with business sites and stock market information sites. That's when a "pop- up" happened and touted a site named "Girlz r us". He clicked it and was sent to a shopping site that catered to women's clothing. He put the word "corset" into the search box and looked at the selection. Then he saw a category that said, "fetish" and wondered what it would include. He was astounded at the diversity of sexy clothes that were featured in the various sites he was finding. He wasted the morning, until around 1 p.m. and then had to stretch. His mind was a swirl of thoughts and emotions. He sat at the kitchen table and looked at a squirrel climbing the tree in his back yard. His mind seemed strangely quiet. Then he remembered the day she dressed up and did it with him on the picnic table and it all came flooding back. He spent the next 2 days on the Internet exploring. He spent the next 2 nights in his wife's sexy clothes. He was forming a dependency on wearing these clothes. He felt somehow at ease when he did. The third day when he got up and went into the bathroom, he looked at his face and his overnight beard. He thought that he would like to not have to shave anymore. He began thinking how happy he was in these clothes and of all the new things he was finding on the Internet. 'Today', he thought, 'I'm not going to take off these sexy clothes and see what happens'. While he shopped on the Internet he kept getting erections and thoughts about what he wanted to do from here on. He found a website that had costumes. He remembered that his wife had once dressed up as a dominatrix with a hood and everything. He went scrounging for the box it had come in. He finally found it in the uppermost corner of his closet shelves. When he opened it, he found, not only, the hood, but also a penis gag and rubber ball gag in the box. She had never shared this stuff with him. He, also, found a pair of bondage shoes with little pad locks to lock the leather and chain cuff around the ankles. He took the shoes out. They were 5" spike heels. They weren't open toes, but when he put them on he could squeeze into them. He locked the locks. Then he took the keys and threw them across the room. Now he had to walk over to get them. He balanced on these heels and found that he could walk, but his balance was really off. These made him have to lean back and bend his knees. He couldn't straighten his legs with out tottering. He put his hand up to the wall and steadied himself and walked over to the keys. Now he had a bigger problem. The corset he was wearing kept him from being able to bend his waist and he could not control his balance enough to pick up the keys. Finally, he had to squat himself down and roll over onto his butt with a thump. He unlocked the pad locks. He went back to the box. As he took the hood out, he saw that it partially covered the nose but left the eyes and eyebrows and the mouth and lips exposed. It had a chain imbedded in the collar, with 2 rings that could be pad locked. He thought about it and wondered why she had never shared this information with him. He was tremendously turned on by what he was finding. Then under some of the tissue in the bottom of the box were 2 sets of manacles. Not handcuffs, but hinged steel cuffs attached to a chain that could be padlocked. All this bondage stuff right here in his house all this time. He put on the bondage shoes again and went back to the Internet and started looking for bondage sites. He spent the rest of the day surfing and reading about bondage. He was continually turned on and occasionally rubbed his legs together to feel the nylons slipping back and forth. As night was falling, he went to the kitchen and made 2 fried eggs. With it he had some grape juice. That was all, even though he was pretty hungry. He was now hooked on the corset and wanted to be able to tighten it even more. His waist was about 29", but he wanted it smaller. Somehow, he felt his identity was changing. He went into the bedroom rubbing his nylons together as much as possible as he walked. He put on the rubber mask and padlocked the neck chain. He padlocked the bondage shoe cuffs. He manacled his ankles together. He kneeled on the bed. He put the penis gag in his mouth and padlocked it behind his neck. It was 4" long and went into his mouth to the back of his throat. He laid the keys down on the bedspread near his knees and took the other set of manacles and locked one cuff around his left wrist, then put the chain around his back, through the chain holding his ankles and cuffed his right wrist. He could no longer straighten up with his ankles and wrists locked together. He could not relieve himself. He tried to get at the keys on the bedspread, but he couldn't see them and couldn't get his hands around to the front where the keys were. He decided he was very tired and fell over on his side and fell asleep. He had amazing dreams that he and his wife were doing all kinds of bondage things together. When he awoke, he was very sore. He tried to get upright, but couldn't and wiggled around on the bed until he finally found the keys; he unlocked each padlock in turn and stretched out on the bed to soothe his troubled muscles. He took off the gag and mask but left the bondage shoes on. He was still turned on and had the hoots as he went into the bathroom to go and shave. As he was shaving, he thought about laser hair removal. He really didn't want to have to shave his beard anymore. As he got back into his man clothes, he decided that he wanted to check out the laser hair removal. He looked in the phone book and found only one. He called and made an appointment for an hour later. He drove and walked into the storefront. It was all women. He blushed and told the receptionist what he was thinking. She ushered him into a private room, and sat across from him. He looked at her legs and then up to her eyes. She saw him look at her legs. He told her he wanted to investigate removing his facial hair to avoid having to shave anymore. She smiled, and said she could do it right now, if he wanted. He flushed again, but said okay, and gave her his credit card and signed a charge slip. She asked him to step into another room. She sat him on a chair that had the ability to lean back, like a dentist's chair. She said that it would hurt a little so would he want to be put out. He said no, at first, but after she set him up for a small part of his side burns, she made it hurt by leaving the laser in one spot too long, and he agreed to the knock out stuff. When he woke up, she was no where to be found. She had taken off with his credit card and was probably spending it up. He looked down and saw that he was naked and hairless everywhere he could see. He exclaimed in shock. Another girl ran into the room. She looked at him and said, "What's the matter?" He shouted, "Look what she's done to me!" She put her hands up to her face and said, "You didn't want all your hair removed?" He stopped. His breath left him. "All your hair" rang in his ears. He shouted get me a mirror. She left and returned with a hand mirror. He used it to look at every nook and cranny of his body. His eyebrows were tapered and arched like a woman's. All other hair on his body, except his head was gone. His skin was red in some places where she had not enough of the gel. His private parts were hairless. His armpits were hairless. He sat down on the chair with a thud. He looked around the room and couldn't see any of his clothes. He told the girl that he had better get some clothes right away, or he was going to call the police. She hunted around and found his clothes in the employee's bathroom. She gave them to him and he left. By the time he had driven home, he was calmed down. At least he had his head hair! He chuckled, "If this was someone else, I would laugh", but it was him, and he was embarrassed. He went into the house and called the credit card Company to cancel the card. He reported it stolen, and they stopped approval of any more charges. He decided to assess the damage. He went into the bathroom. As he looked at his eyebrows, he began to get turned on. They were really beautiful. Any woman would be happy to have them. With the hair gone and his eyebrows trimmed, he was actually very pretty. He went into the bedroom and got into a corset, pulling it tight, put on the sheer stockings and bondage shoes. And then went into the bathroom again. He looked quite presentable as a woman. He opened the make up drawer his wife had kept. And took out a bright red lipstick. As he put it on, he felt his hormones race around in his body. He then got out the mascara and black eyeliner, and applied them. The whole time he was so erect and hard, he had to stand back from the vanity to allow for extra space. With the application of reddish purple eye shadow, he found he was looking into a woman he could almost recognize as his wife. The bone structure of the cheeks was a little different, but otherwise he was very close. He teared up because it caused him to notice his loss again. As he wiped the tears, his mind did a complete turn around. He was his wife, she was back. He searched for a blonde wig she had once. When he found it, he, immediately, ran to the bathroom, as much as he could in the 5" bondage shoes. He pulled it on his head. It was a "page boy" style, with bangs. He brushed it out. He was now really looking at a woman. He was turned on and needed relief. He got the penis gag, manacles, and padlocked everything, on the bed. This time he left his hands in front of him to do the necessary. He had forgotten the key. When it was over, he looked around the bed for the key, and realized that he had left it in the drawer in the walk in closet. Now he had to get up and walk over to the closet. His breasts jiggled a little. His legs rubbed against each other as he walked. Mentally, he was still excited. He took out the key and released the locks. He sat on the dressing stool for almost an hour trying to absorb the impact of what had happened to him. He looked at the woman in the mirror. Later, he would go on the net and start ordering things. He wanted a long red head wig; ballet bondage shoes, a butt plug; a sexy maids uniform; various kinds of ring and ball gags; and many sheer nylon blouses, nighties, slips, stockings, corsets; and spreader bars. He found a site that advertised a liquid organic polymer that could be inserted into a woman's nipple and injected. As enough of the fluid was inserted it would gel into a simulant of fat. He got it and the instructions said to get a bullet bra the size you want, cut the tips of the bra out, insert the needle into the nipple tissue and inject. Repeat this process until you reach the size desired. After 1 week blood vessels, and nerves would begin to generate in the tissue. If left beyond the 1 week limit, this gel would become too accommodated by the body that it could only be removed surgically. He tried the formula a few times and always made sure to squeeze out the fluid before the 5 day limit, because he wasn't sure whether he wanted it permanent. Everyday, now, he got up in the morning, took off the lingerie he had worn to bed, and dressed in some outfit. At night he would often wear a corset to keep his waist from growing, and would lock himself up with stockings and the ballet shoes, penis gag, handcuffs or manacles, and would go to sleep. Somehow in his mind he had connected his future with "being his wife" in order to have her again. When morning came, he would get out of his night clothes, and either dress in a corset, stockings, full make up, wig, 5" heels, and a nylon blouse, and a short skirt, or replace the blouse & skirt with a night gown and penoir. He would then surf the Internet, or watch TV. If someone could look in they would see a sexy woman lounging or on a computer. On the days he needed to clean house, he would put on the maid's uniform that showed most of his now "DD" sized breasts, bondage shoes, a ball gag, corset, stockings, and a crinoline slip to make the skirt look fluffy. He would wear no panties, but his erection kept his penis up into the crinoline material any way. If he had to wash a floor, he would get down on his hands and knees, being very careful to not run his nylons. His butt would be exposed. He was happy. Life was stable and he "had his wife back". Soon, though, he began to lose his male identity. When he went to a grocery store he had to dress down as his wife, because his eyebrows were hard to explain. That first day driving his car in high heels was a real exciting day. He had to go out in public sometime, and when he had run out of food seemed a good excuse. He got his groceries and got home without incident. No one seemed to notice that he was anything other than a woman. When he went to the bank, he got all the way up to a teller without realizing that they would ask for an I.D. He said he had forgotten it and would go and get it. He went home and thought. He got on the phone and set up electronic checking, deposits, etc. So far, no one knew of his change. He had paid off his house with the insurance money, and after 2 months, he still had 880,000. He thought he had better invest in something. He decided he wanted to run his own Internet business. He looked for suppliers of bondage equipment and fetish clothing. He started a web site and started getting occasional hits. He decided to advertise on google, more hits. He had arrangements with wholesalers who would drop ship directly to his customers. In all, he spent 6 months, and was actually making about 5% on his investment. Not great return, but he was new at it and didn't expect a lot more. It was enough. As he shopped for items to sell on his web site, he found machines that would impale a woman to give her pleasure, exectro devices, harnesses and racks, spreader bars and posture collars. It depressed him and excited him. He was dressing as a female all the time now. With all the new purchases of fetish items, and no purchases of male clothes, his part of the closet became more and more compressed. Finally he put them into an enclosed hanger bag to keep the dust off them. He stuck his few man shoes in the bottom. He found a neighbor kid to mow the grass. The kid thought he was a she. One day while he was washing the kitchen floor, he heard the front door unlock and someone come in. He stopped. He had his maid's uniform, 5" spikes, complete make up and the penis gag in his mouth. He heard Janet's voice calling "Cliff, Cliff..." He immediately got very hard and stood up to hide the fact that he had no underwear on. Just then she rounded the corner. Their eyes met. Janet said, "I'm sorry. I'm looking for Cliff." She looked him up and down. "Are you his maid?" Cliff looked at her, relieved that she did not recognize him. He couldn't speak and, so, walked by her straight into the bathroom. Once he was inside, he unlocked the straps to the penis gag and took it out. He checked his make up and went out to where Janet was still standing. She had a puzzled look on her face. Cliff said, in a falsetto, "Cliff isn't here. He won't be back for a few hours." Janet looked at him, "Cliff? She said, "Is that you?" His jaw dropped, and she knew she was right. "What has happened to you? Why are you dressed this way?" His eye's started to run. He said, "Well, I, ah, you see, ah, I missed Chrissy so much, and I took some of her clothes to bed because they smelled like her, and, ah, I wanted to recapture anything of her that I could, so, I, ah, started dressing in her clothes, and, well, that was months ago and I have become used to dressing like this." Janet stared, "You mean you have been dressing like this for months. Do you ever wear your male clothing any more?" "Well, no, not really. I am so comfortable now that I don't want to be a man anymore. I want to be Chrissy's substitute. I want to have her with me always." Janet went to sit down on a kitchen chair. "So you have made the complete conversion, except for physically, of course. That is right isn't it? You're still physically a man?" "Yes," he said. "But I have no intention of going back now. I love my new life. I miss Chrissy, but I can still have her this way. I still need her." With that he began to sob. He ran, or rather, walked fast into his bedroom, threw himself down on the bed and cried. Janet followed him. When she got into the bedroom, the first sight she saw was his bare butt in all its glory, because the crinoline slip tilted straight up exposing his behind. He was not aware of this because the emotion had over whelmed him. She came over and sat on the edge of the bed, put her hand on his hair and petted him to soothe him. He looked up through mascara stained eyes, then pulled himself over to her and put his head in her lap. "Thank you for not being judgmental", he said. She helped him stand, and he hugged her. She was his height without the high heels. She put her hands on either side of his face, looked at him and kissed him passionately. He kissed back. She felt his manhood in the crinoline material, and wrapped her fingers around him. He almost swooned. They continued to kiss. She began undressing. He took off his uniform. They made love. He had not remembered how good it was to be in a real woman. She was shocked that she could do this with another woman. Was she a lesbian? No, that's silly, she told herself, he's a man. Isn't he? She never thought she would be so turned on by a man dressed as a woman. They finished and both rolled over to catch their breath. They looked at each other. She giggled at his stained mascara. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and used his arms to help him up. She watched him in fascination. She said, "How far has this gone? Are those boobs falsies, are they real, and you sure have a small waist." He looked at her. Then he stood up. He was limp now and clearly visible. "I don't believe I just made it with my wife's best friend. Where did you get that key, anyway? I suppose Chrissy gave it to you?" She started putting her clothes back on. She said, "I loved Chrissy, she and I were like sisters. When she married you, I felt a void, but had to adjust. When we lost her, I decided to leave you alone for a while. Today, I decided to take off work and come to see how you are. This is quite a surprise. Do you leave the house as a woman also? Do you work? Please tell me about yourself, now. The new you." He was dumbfounded. He had never thought he'd have to explain to anyone. He wasn't even sure how he felt about it. He just knew that he could not go back. This was a revelation to him. He looked at her as she stood there, now fully dressed, and he felt weak in the knees. He said, "I really don't know about the 'new' me. I arrived at this situation out of loss. If Chrissy had lived I would never have considered it. I guess, I dress this way because I feel good when I do. I got the insurance money and didn't need to work, and as I sat at home, our home, I just missed her to my very core. I started dressing in her clothes to be close to her. It felt like she wasn't truly gone. Then I got on to the Internet and found all these web sites and one thing led to another, and suddenly I'm making money on bondage paraphernalia and fetish clothes. I, primarily, dropship from suppliers, but I started drawing up some interesting things that I may decide to make and sell myself. I'm really only living a day at a time." She waited for a while before she said, "If you're living a day at a time, it seems like its pretty well planned and stable. You say you consistently dress up. And you have started a business, and you have plans for the future. That's 'not a day at a time', as you say. You have, also, caused something, I never expected, to arise out of me. I would never consider making love to a woman. I guess I haven't really, but I have never felt so fulfilled as I did, just now, with you. I don't understand it, but would you mind a partner in this business?" He went in and put on a peignoir. It was a sheer nylon, see through, floor length (in his 5" heels) peignoir. She looked at him and felt the yearning to have that sex all over again. She couldn't keep her eyes off him. She was so attracted to him... her... she didn't know how to deal with his gender right now. He walked over to her and said, "I guess you're right, I have decided to continue along this path. Do I want a partner, no; I don't want a partner. I could use a friend." He walked to her and took her in his arms, boobs to boobs, except his were uncovered, "a very close friend." He kissed her again. She felt her yearning cascade and pushed him back onto the bed and started taking her clothes off again. She said, "I might as well leave them off!" and wrapped her tongue around his. She sucked his nipples; he sucked hers. They were all over each other. She tried to take off his corset, but he stopped her saying, "No, I need that. Please just enjoy me the way I am." She started pumping on his re-erected penis. A little later when the glow began to wear off. They were both looking at the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts. He said, "Stay, or come back, if you have to go. I think I'd like to get to know you better. And, I think, you would like to get to know you better too. I would relish someone to share these new thoughts and feelings. I, also, am getting tired of self-bondage. I have to be so careful to be able to get out and that takes the edge off. I know I can always get out. Even when I use the ice melt technique. I still know I have control." She said, "The ice melt technique?" He told her that, if you freeze a key in a chunk of ice, you had to wait in your bondage situation until it melts. He told her that he had to be bound. He didn't know why but it was a real turn on. She said, "I suppose you need to have that gag in too." He said, "I don't know why but it seems that having a big penis in your mouth that you can't get out is exciting. So, when I am working in my maid's outfit, I feel like a 'slave' and need to be dominated. The penis helps that feeling. No man would ever voluntarily put a penis in his mouth." He paused. She said, "Do you think you could bind me so I can feel what it is?" He looked at her long and hard. "Will you still feel the same about me if I force you into bondage?" he asked. She said, "I may feel even more, who knows" with a small smile on her face. "Okay first the corset. You have to have a corset and stockings and intolerable high heels. Come, I'll help you into your outfit. He put her in a purple corset, with purple stockings. He saw that her breasts jutted out a lot from the ? cup on the corset. They were very enticing. He put a ring gag in her mouth, and padlocked it. He got out a "single sleeve" that he had, but could never figure out how to use in self- bondage. He laced her arms behind her, which caused her to stick those breasts out even more. He noticed. Now, he had her helpless. She looked up at him as she was bent over slightly by the tightness of the single sleeve. She tried to say something, but it only came out as sounds. He took a rubber penis and shoved it into her mouth through the ring. She got quiet. She tried to mumble but the penis was pushed into her mouth and up against the back of her throat, so she had to concentrate on breathing. He hooked a rope from a ceiling hook to hold up her arms in the sleeve forcing her head down. He picked up one leg from behind. She struggled with her balance. When she tried to use her arms for balancing it hurt them. He forced a ballet shoe onto her foot and tied it tight. Letting it down, she looked at it with wide eyes and tried to stand on it as he lifted the other leg. She was really teetering, now. He put on the other ballet shoe and tied it and let her stand on it. She was having a difficult time balancing. She stepped around several times until she found a position she could stay in. Then he got out a spreader bar. When she saw it she didn't know what it was. She thought he was going to hit her with it. He kneeled down and attached a "d" ring on the end of the stick to a ring on her ballet shoe. Then he slowly pulled her other foot out, until her legs were spread about 30", and attached the other rings. Now, her legs were spread apart and her crotch was easily accessible. He went to the bathroom and got an electric razor. She wiggled at him, and he started to shave her pussy. First with the trimmer then smooth with the head of the razor. When he finished, he teased her with his fingers for a couple of minutes. Just as she was starting to breathe hard, he quit. More moans. He went and got an adjustable stand. It had a rubber penis on the end of it. It was large. Her eyes grew wide again. He put the stand on the floor between her legs, loosened it and extended the penis into her its full length of 9". There was no way for her to get off of it. She could not lift herself in this arrangement. He then stood up and put his maid's uniform on again and said, "I've got to finish cleaning. I'll be back when I'm done. Don't go away, okay?" Then, he reached down on the end of the penis and flicked a switch. It began vibrating. She wiggled, but that only made it worse. She stood there and the vibrator brought her to orgasm at least 3 times by the time he returned. She was exhausted. He dropped the vibrating penis, removed the spreader bar, and took down the rope. She was collapsing. He guided her onto the bed, took off the sleeve, and covered her with the bed linens. She fell asleep. He was in his office, on the net, when he heard her crawling through the door. She was mad. He helped her up to sit on a chair. She waved her arms and grabbed at him. He said, "Okay, I'll unlock the gags. When he did, she lit into him. He listened until she quit, and said, "You wanted me to do this. I only wanted you to fully understand what it can be like. So, now you know. Still want to join me? She was quiet. Then she said, "When do I get a chance to do you?" She thought about what she wanted to do to him. She thought about when he said that the gags in his mouth just added to the feeling. "No man would ever voluntarily put a penis in his mouth.". She thought that she would, so if he was going to pretend to be a woman, he should feel it all. She called a friend of hers and invited him to meet her and a girl friend for dinner. He was delighted. She worked all day getting him dressed just right. A bright red corset with quarter cups and the locking chain around the waist, red ultra sheer nylons with back seams, Red patent 6" bondage shoes, with chrome locks. Red nylon ruffle panties, Finally, in addition to all the matching make-up and red hair, bright red and black dangly hoop earrings, a low cut v-neck nylon dress that was almost see-through. The tight skirt hung at just below the welts on his stockings, and above the knees about 6". She brought along a telescoping spreader bar that could telescope from 12" to its 4 foot length. This she kept in her purse. She had him padlock a red leather collar around his neck and padlocked it in back. She carried a ring gag in her purse. She helped him make up. He complained it was kind of "slutty". She said that's the way she wanted it. He shrugged. They got into the car with her driving. She was afraid that if they were stopped, his I.D. would get them into trouble. He shifted his hips to face toward her and watch her drive and said, "I'm so happy that you have not been repulsed by this. It will be so much fun to dress up and go out together. I haven't been out since it happened. I miss Chrissy, but I feel she is still with me when I dress. And now you as a bonus!" She looked over at him His posture and the look on his face betrayed his intense feelings. She began to have second thoughts about her plans. "And besides, it's so nice to have a bondage partner!" She looked over and smiled at him thinking, 'Oh, boy, are you gonna like this, then.' They pulled up to the downtown night club known as "The Shangri La". He looked at her with misgiving. He leaned in and said, "You know this is a gay club, don't you?" "It has gay and lesbian strippers" She looked up him and smiled and said, "So what do you call 2 girls going out together on a date?" He nodded, and laughed. He tried to keep his laugh in the higher octaves. When they were seated at their table, she ducked under the table and took manacles out of her purse and clamped the cuffs onto each ankle and through the table center pole. He said, "Wha...what are you doing?" When she got back up she told him to be quiet and do as he was told. She had several surprises for him. He frowned. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the powder room. I guess you can stay and order beverages." She went potty. Then, as she returned, she took the ring gag out of her purse. She quietly slipped up behind him and when she got close enough, she grabbed his hair, tilted his head back in a sudden surprise movement. When she did, he opened his mouth wide and she shoved the ring gag in, locking it in his teeth and pushed his head forward and pad locked the straps behind his head. He reached up immediately, as she stepped back away from his reach, and he tried to get the straps off. They were very secure. She went around to her chair and seated herself. He made some low grunting noises, and she leaned in and said, "Shhh, do you want everyone to know everything, yet, do you?" He looked around. He mouthed the words, 'What are you doing', in grunts. She said, "You are under my direction and you had better do as I say, or Ill leave you here. Some of the men and waiters are already whispering about what they want to do to you." His eyes widened and he looked around to see that she was right. Many of the men in the room were looking him over. "Your purse has your male I.D. in it, but no money. I have even taken all your credit cards. It contains only a butt plug vibrator, a small tube of K-Y, several condoms, make-up, and a couple of tampons. You don't even have change to make a call." He just stared. Boy, had he been set up! "I know you will have a great time. I have ordered a scotch on the rocks. Also, a nice fillet and side dishes. Now, I will pretend to go to the Ladies Room," and she leans in to whisper, "But I'm leaving and won't be back. You can make your way home any way you can, I'll see you there." And she kissed him on the cheek. He watched as she walked out, her hips swaying in a sexy way. She turned and looked back at the door and waved, before she disappeared out of sight. The waiter brought his food and asked if there would be anything else. He shook his head 'No'. The waiter said, "What's in your mouth?" He turned red in the cheeks and tried to look away. The waiter motioned for the owner to come over. The two of them took his purse, looked inside and saw no means of payment, pulled out his I.D. and looked at each other. The owner said, "Escort our 'young lady' to my office". The waiter tried to lift him by the arm, but he could not stand up because of the manacles locked around the table center post. The waiter looked under the table and saw the problem. He motioned for another waiter to lift the table while he got the chain off from around the pole. Then he lifted him by his arm and walked him to the back of the club to the owner's office. The sound of the manacles dragged across the floor could clearly be heard. When they entered the office, Cliff was pushed to the floor on his knees. He sat back on his rump and waited. He didn't have to wait long. The owner came in and sat in a chair beside his desk. He said, "And how were you planning on paying for your meal?" Cliff looked up at him and made some mouth noises through the ring gag. The manager said, "Oh, I see, well, you can start with me, my little sweetie." He slid the chair over toward Cliff, and said, "Well, start paying." Cliff looked up at him and shook his head. The manager stood up and grabbed Cliff's hands and put them behind him. He, then, slapped handcuffs on each wrist and hooked them onto a rope tied from the ceiling. As he tightened the rope, Cliff was gradually brought up to his knees by his arms sticking straight out behind him being raised up until he kneeled. "You see", the owner said, "I've been here before. You will do as I wish or you may be sleeping with every man in this building. Now, how about a little cooperation?" Cliff, leaned toward the owner. The owner sat down and slid the chair up to Cliff so that his lips were slowly surrounding the penis that was being shoved into his mouth. He could not defend himself... In and out, he felt the huge mass, until his mouth was filled with cream. The owner held his penis in until Cliff swallowed. Cliff felt totally humiliated. He had never expected that this is what it would be like. Once the member was gone he could still taste the jism. Next the waiter had his turn. When he left, the office was empty, but he was stuck here unable to move. His miniskirt was too tight to allow him to spread his legs to get up. He was just stuck. In the next hour, several different men came in and enjoyed his treats. He was almost getting sick. Not from the situation, but from the embarrassment. Finally, the owner came back and said, "A young lady has paid for your meal. You can go." He untied him and took him by the arm and pushed him out of the office. There was Janet. He scowled. He was really mad at being treated this way. Left to give blow jobs. He would never have done anything like this to her! Janet took him by the hand and led him to the car. They got in. She still didn't unlock the ring gag. She said, "Just wait until we get home okay?" She took him into the house and walked him back into the bedroom. He still had the manacles on his ankles. She quickly snapped handcuffs on his wrists, as he made mouth noises through the ring gag. She said. "I know, what now? Well, it's been 7 days since you injected. I want you to become permanent. He turned around and walked toward her. She pushed him down on the bed and shoved a needle in his rump. Two days later he woke up. He had ballet bondage shoes padlocked on his feet, beautiful sheer black nylons, a gaff to hold in his manhood and allow him to pee like a girl. This was super glued on. His arms were on a 5" spreader bar behind him. He had a butt plug up his butt and suddenly it went off making him squirm until he got a little more used to it, then he started to enjoy it. He had one of his sexiest black corsets tightening his waist down to 24" and pushing up his breasts up and pointing them outward. She came over to were he was sitting, bent down and started sucking on his nipples. All he could do is moan and groan, because of the large penis gag in his mouth. It had a center hole and tube with a bulb at the end. She waited until he ejaculated into a small bowl then took the contents and poured it into the bulb. Then she took the bulb and connected it to the tube in the end of the gag. When she squeezed the bulb, he could taste his own jism. And he had no way to get rid of it except swallow. She said, "Okay, now I'm having fun, aren't you." He thought about it and yes, he seemed to be enjoying himself. When she finally released him, he said, "Okay, I can hardly wait until I get my next chance at you." and smiled ear to ear.