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Carnival Queen Chapter 1 - 1 in a million My family owned the best beauty parlour in the district in mid America where I lived. It did hair, make up, tattoos, permanent make up, hair removal, nails, tanning and everything a good parlour should provide including botox, etc. It even had links to a cosmetic surgery for more structural changes. I was 17 and I had an older sister of 19, Samantha, and she was very excited right now. It was time for the town carnival and every year we had a float for all the parlour workers to either show off themselves or to get models to be glammed up to demonstrate the parlours beautifying skills, nails, hair, tans, beautiful bodies in bikinis or stunning dresses. Our float was always one of the most popular and got lots of press coverage for the parlour and for the district too. Beautiful women looking fabulous are always a popular spectacle. This year was special because my sister was going as carnival queen as she had won the town beauty contest that year. The annual beauty queen traditionally also rode on our float and took a central position as carnival queen with all the other models being part of an extended entourage of "hand maidens" so to speak. Great preparations had been made. Sam had a full length figure hugging sequin dress in shimmering silver that moulded itself to her 36", 23", 36" hourglass figure. She had big brunette hair in trusses with extra extensions to give immense volume and beautiful diamond (fake) choker, earrings, bracelets and matching diamond encrusted 6" strappy heeled mules with 1" platform. Her red toe nails could just be seen when she walked. She had a wide metal belt in chrome that elongated and accentuated her fabulously slim waist. A picture of sublime feminity. She would look a million dollars, absolutely stunning and my mom was so proud that she was representing the parlour. The whole thing had been the point of discussion for weeks with the plans being discussed and fine tuned and discussed some more. Samantha was proud too and of course at her age she was keen to show the local males just how stunning she was. The parade would be televised regionally and it was great PR all round and important to the ongoing success of our family business. The morning before the day in question she decided to do a dress rehearsal at home, taking no chances. She came down from her room and paraded around the lounge looking fantastic. We all agreed she was perfect. Big make-up made her unspeakably attractive. After 30 minutes of complements and tweaking by mom, then some photos for the family album, she went back upstairs. We heard a lot of banging and bumping..... my mom and I rushed out to find Samantha at the bottom of the stairs in a heap. She seemed in a bad way and reported hearing cracking of bones as she fell. We carefully helped her into something less dramatic and took her to the hospital for checks. It turned out her wrist, ankle and arm were broken. She was well and truly grounded and quite devastated and was obviously in some discomfort with bulky plaster cases, sling and being currently somewhat wheelchair bound unable even to use crutches. By now it was 4 pm in the afternoon and too late to find a replacement. My mom was so sad. Sam was stuck on the settee immobilised and tearful. Mom ran through the possible replacements and made some calls with encouragement from Sam. She drew a complete blank. I gave her a hug to console her, aware of what it meant to them. She looked me up and down with a quizzical look. "There is still one outside possibility" she said. "Oh yes who?" I said,....."you" came the reply. I was taken aback and pointed out that male carnival kings were not quite the same, it would break with tradition to have a male carnival king plus I had no flashy suit to wear and I was not exactly the most macho man in town being of slight build and similar 5'8" height to Sam with long straggly unkempt hair. "You are not quite understanding me" she said. "We use her outfit, you become Samantha"...the carnival queen. "With all that make-up we might just pull it off. " Afterall she reasoned, Sam does not really look like Sam herself with all that glamour she could be any gorgeous model. I was not keen. With my slight build and scraggy looks I was not a big hit with the girls but neither did I want to become one. I would never live it down. My mom argued that no one would ever know other than the other girl "Supremes" who would be with me. I had been working on my chat up lines and appearance to improve matters. With scruffy long brown hair and my tendency to go around mainly unshaven I was, with hindsight, a bit of a bum really. Girls were generally polite but not really interested. I had to admit that my usual scruffy look would make it hard for people to guess it was me, but I was not keen to challenge my sexuality in such a dramatic way and instinctively said "no way". Mom looked desolate and Sam began to weep. Please "John, at least try" she pleaded. "Think of the parlour and all the wasted preparation and the family business." After more pleading and encouragement and assurance that no one would ever recognise me, a $100 bribe and a sworn promise no one would ever know, I took pity and agreed. I actually surprised myself, but basically did not want to abandon my two closest friends and relatives in their moment of need. They had clearly had a rotten day and who was I to make it worse. It seemed to me the float was always a focus of my attention anyway and whether I was looking at it or on it was not that big an issue. I would be nearer to the girls all day. Once I agreed they cheered up and started discussing the project ahead, my feminization. The day was certainly taking a twist I had not foreseen, from casual bum to carnival queen. I was pleased it seemed to give them hope and something other than their misfortune to focus on. I was just not that pleased with the subject and that I was the focus of this challenging transformation project. Unbeknown to me it seemed some of their apparently female parlour clients were actually transsexuals and so they actually had some cross gender experience and discussed some aspects of my transformation in this context. Within half an hour we were at the beauty parlour with Sam in a wheel chair and two of moms top assistants who were sworn to silence on hand. It was otherwise deserted. The assistants were both pretty gorgeous young women, Zoe and Laura, who were also due on our float in matching sequin gowns, apparently they had a retro "Supremes" theme with Sam taking the Diana Ross role and Carnival queen, another reason why the replacement was so critical and a carnival king would not quite have worked. First, I was stripped and all my limited hair from eyebrows down waxed away. This was painful. Was the full brazillian really necessary? I was then taken for spray tanning and came out a golden brown. I was massaged with sweet smelling lotion to sooth my plucked skin and sprayed with perfume. I smelt a lot better than ever before and was thoroughly enjoying all the attention and the massage. This was an intriguing situation. I was given back my shorts and a pink protective parlour gown. Next I was ushered to a salon chair. My hair was washed and dried and two hours of hair extension work later it was all dyed to match Sams with lighter highlights added. It was cut, permed and sprayed to fix into place. Perfect, and identical to Sam's ultra feminine big hair brunette look. My refelction looked odd. The hair made me look decidedly more feminine almost like Sam without make-up. Whilst this lengthy process was unfolding, articifial acrylic nails were applied to my hands, identical to Sams ?" and both toe and finger nails were treated with multiple coats of red varnish and sealed. Next my eyebrows were plucked to a shaped high feminine arch. My mom said not to worry she could make them look fuller using makeup once I returned to normal but felt it would be too much of a give away not to do this, as make-up only gets you so far when obscuring eyebrows. The eye brow reductions made me look significantly more feminine I noticed. My ears were pierced and it was explained that these would soon heal up. The diamond earrings were inserted. These would have to stay in. I was also given a diamond nose stud to match Sam's. My lips were injected with something to make them "puff up" and give more of a pouting female appearance. I thought they were getting a little too keen but decided to enjoy the ride and anyway I could see that the better I looked the less problem I would have. I was no longer looking at my own reflection, I looked more female than male, I pondered. I stood up to stretch my legs although unfortunately my pink protective gown and shorts were not really disguising the fact that this whole experience was turning me on. And with an erect penis the illusion of femininity was somewhat shattered. I blushed. The women grinned at one another. I blushed some more. "Well" said Zoe "we can't have that" looking at the offending protrusion, "I guess you have been a good sport and deserve a break". With that she suggested the other women go for a coffee break. She raised my gown and slipped my shorts down and gave me a hand job whilst the others politely shuffled off and made coffee. Zoe was a very attractive girl, decidedly hot, sexy, fashionable and just the kind of girl I would never get anywhere near so to have her jack me off was like my best wet dream ever. I was beginning to enjoy the perks that came with this otherwise rather unfortunate adventure. It was about now, in a somewhat dreamy and erotic state, that I recalled the carnival queen has to do a photo shoot, grand entry to the evening ball and do the first dance of the evening. What had I let myself in for?? I found myself panting slightly at all the new experiences and the adrenalin was flowing. My orgasm seemed more pronounced than usual and Zoe looked pleased with herself. Once more relaxed, they added some silicon breast forms with special adhesive to hold them in place, for a few days, they said. They used a bra to hold them in place. Next came the corseting. As my 28" slim build would need compression to get into that sequin dress, they wrapped a cream silk corset with cups and garters around me and began tightening the laces at the rear. My waist reached 24" reasonably quickly, although I was gasping. They explained that 21" was the target dimension so the dress, cut to 21 1/2", smaller than I thought, could fit over without looking too taught. Unbeknown to me, apparently even Sam had been on a starvation diet for a week to reach the required and somewhat extreme dimension herself. Whilst I recovered, make up was applied and quickly transformed my now clean shaven face. I was struggling to sit in the corset which constrained my movement considerably. With the make-up I was now looking extremely feminine and rather more than averagely attractive. It enlarged my eyes and shouted femininity. It was obvious that I made a very convincing women. In fact it was becoming apparent that I made a really rather poor male specimen and really a rather stunning women. Next, I stood up and the corset was tightened further but I fainted at 23". They had the bright idea of giving me a colonic irrigation to flush out my intestines to help the corseting. I came round and found myself lying on a table with my legs in stirrups spread wide. They inserted a probe up my rectum. I was told water was the only thing that could pass my lips until after the day carnival day was over. After they finished, flushing and re-flushing they inserted a maxi-tampon up my behind to soak up any excess fluid that might leak out, how thoughtful. I was now looking like a women and had already started using tampons. After this, the corset was tightened down to 22 ?". It did not feel quite so tight. With a little ice it was possible to get my penis back to its usual flaccid state. Once again in the stirrups, Zoe inserted a fine tube up my penis. She explained this would enable me to urinate despite it being pulled backwards. Next she used some wide stretch sticky bandage placed on my stomach and pulled down and backwards between my legs to hold my penis securely back and the tampon in. She explained that without the full brazilian, removing the bandage would have been rather painful. Good point. Clearly the salons previous experience with pre and post operative transsexuals was coming into play. Zoe gently pushed my balls up into the waiting body cavity, something that took me by surprise. Some additional bandage was applied to hold them in place. Once out of the stirrups I was handed some skimpy cream silk knickers which I stepped into. These completed the illusion of femininity and my crouch appeared naturally female with no sign of my penis or balls. Stockings were added and felt so sexy and smooth as they were rolled up my hairless legs. The beautiful shoes were placed on my feet. A good fit. I looked down and saw breasts, female underwear, female hands and feet and smelt perfume. I was really turned on and somewhat dumbfounded at all the sensations which I was supposed to be enduring but was actually enjoying. I could not help placing my hands on my waist to admire the new curves. I practiced tottering about on the high heels and they said that was doing OK but they would make sure they supported me during the day but in the end I would just need to stand most of the time and wave. My reflection was of a gorgeous lingerie model and my movements looked somehow more naturally feminine. I noticed that I could not quite straighten my legs due to the high heels and this detracted slightly. I still looked all women but did not look like a graceful women who had mastered heels. Mom said she might have a cure for this. They said that if I slept in the corset it ought to be possible to gain the extra inch or so tomorrow and we all agreed to meet back at the parlour for 6am the next day for final preparation of them and myself and all the other staff and models. They tied the corset strings securely to ensure I could not easily loosen them as they said the temptation might grow during the night. "No pain, no gain" they quipped. Mom pointed out that with that hair, make-up, breasts, nails and earrings I could hardly wear my male clothes home. I could see the logic but felt events were running away with themselves somewhat and the whole plan seemed more involved than I had really imagined. I think I had partly assumed that the plan would fail. To get home I was handed the standard parlour outfit of cream silk blouse, cream knee length leather skirt and black knee high boots with 4" heels. A wide black patent leather belt was put around my waist. The boots will also be good practice for tomorrow, they said. I looked in the mirror to see a stunning brunette looking back at me. Very similar, almost a twin of Sam. Everyone agreed that the switch should work. They were all pleased and I was in a daze of annoyance, surprise, shock really, and intrigue. My thoughts of dating women were clearly in a state of disarray. My penis was straining itself to become erect but of course was secured backwards under my knickers and skirt. At least this avoided giving away my feelings and for that at least I was grateful. My arse felt decidedly odd due to the tampon and I was sure I was wiggling a little when walking and swaying my hips. I caught myself standing naturally in a more feminine pose. My mind was whirling whilst I tried to retain an outward appearance of reluctant acceptance. I don't ever remember being asked if I was ok to continue with the plan. It was just assumed I would and the enthusiasm was such that I could see that I would never live it down if I backed out. We got home at 11pm and mom helped me remove the make-up, leaving me in panties, stockings and corset. I went to the toilet, sitting down of course. She said she was worried about the waist size which was critical to the success of the plan and asked if I would promise not to tamper with the corset otherwise all could be lost. I nodded somewhat reluctantly and she said well there is a precaution if I was willing? I nodded, keen to get any help. So I we went to my room and I lay in bed. She took some rope and tied multiple loops round one wrist passed the rope under the bed and did the same with the other. This kept my arms apart and meant I could not touch the corset, or my new crotch, which to be honest I was keen to rub to see if I could relieve the tension. She did give me some aspirin to take the edge off the dull pain due to the corset. I was slightly more surprised when she produced some "ballet" boots. These had immense heels and she said that if I wore them they would help me stretch my tendons for the heels the next day. On they went, and my feet were forced to tip toe position and I felt the strain in my lower legs. She secured my feet to the bed posts with more rope, for good measure, and kissed me goodnight. "Thanks Samantha, big day ahead" she said with a wry grin. I had a fitful sleep. I must admit, by the morning the corset felt more a part of me albeit still rather restrictive. It shortened my breathing although I had started to adjust to this. I was re-dressed in parlour uniform and off we went to the parlour for 6am. Even without make-up I made a convincing women. We had 5 hours to prepare. I was given another colonic irrigation with multiple flushings removing most of what I had eaten in previous days. I was empty. I felt the corset, whilst still tight was a little looser. A new tampon was inserted. They seemed to take great delight in inserting this. My penis had been briefly free but was re-taped back. I was still aroused and ice was needed again and my state of frustrated arousal continued. I was re-perfumed, given a close shave and make up was applied with great care. My eyebrows were checked and further considered plucking took place. Artificial lashes were applied. My hair was checked and brushed and re-fixed in place with hair spray. I was laid on my stomach on the massage table and the corset was pulled further in until it seemed to be biting into my flesh. It took Zoe and Laura to pull the strings each side. After much tugging "Good news", it was closed tight and the dimension was that required, 21". I had to breath with very short breaths but celebrated the achievement with everyone whilst at the same time wondering how I would stand this tightness all day. I got up and got several hugs and kisses from Zoe, mom and Laura and the other parlour girls and their models all celebrated although only the three knew I was John not Sam. The shoes were strapped on and I must admit the heels now seemed lower, the ballet boots had obviously had already had an impact and I could stand straight with ease now. The moment of truth came. I stepped into the sequin dress and was inwardly trembling. I knew this was a very special dress and could hardly believe I was to wear it or that it could possibly fit. It was pulled up, the silk lining gliding over my stockings and bum. I put my arms into the sleeves and it was pulled against me. My penis was straining to erect in its confined but firmly held constraint. The zipper was slowly raised up the side with care and I felt the gentle embrace of the stunning gown. It fitted beautifully and my newly feminised body was hugged gently by the stunning gown from my neck, waist, bottom and thighs. It was a perfect length and as I moved my painted toe nails could be glimpsed poking under the hem. I realised its pencil tight skirt meant that my steps had to be small mincing ones. The wide chrome belt was put around me and closed tight and a small chrome padlock added through the buckle stud that whilst a decoration also meant I was effectively locked into the dress. There was something about the constriction of the corset, the dress and the heels and the fact I was locked in that excited and aroused me. I was ushered to a mirror. It was like looking at Sam with the same jaw dropping beauty of a brunette staring back at me. Everyone was thrilled and complementary, I was stunned almost in shock. I fancied this girl terribly but the girl was me. It was as if girls I imagined whilst jacking off were now actually there with me. I seemed to be a continuous state of arousal but could not satisfy my need as I could not really get to my penis. I practiced walking, waving and posing for photos. My mom had said I should avoid speaking but I also practiced a higher voice in case. The whole parlour was alive with feminine activity, beautiful women squeezing into sensual underwear, dresses and swim wear. It was a teenage boys dream and of course for me it was difficult to know where to look for the best. Mom caught me looking and grinned mischeiviously sharing my pleasure. I was blushing quite a bit but of course with the make-up looked the same made-up tone as intended with beautiful rouged cheek bones. Zoe and Laura appeared in their similar gowns and looked nearly as stunning as me. We celebrated with a group hug. I felt our breasts touch although we just pouched a pretend kiss to avoid spoiling our makeup. I instinctly knew this. I almost died and went to heaven, right there. They produced a diamond tiara for me and carefully helped me put it on and pin it securely in place, along with bracelets, choker and rings. I was also handed a cream silk sash with the writing "carnival queen on it". Mom came up and placed a small chain around my kneck with "Samantha" in small letters, she whispered in my ear "Sam wanted you to have it". Zoe and Laura beamed at me. I was not sure whether they wanted me or were just smiling in a friendly way at a girlfriend. They never used to smile at John that way, that I knew. I could not resist placing my hands on my super slim waist again and caught myself in the mirror looking very girly with apparently knowing looks from Zoe and Laura. I was starting to betray my enjoyment and the oh so unmasculine adventure that was unfolding. We practiced a few girly dance moves to the Supremes music which apparently would be played. They were only basic moves and I soon caught on, the three figures in the mirror almost a dream to me. I realised girls had such fun dressing up and whilst still confused I began to realise I did not want this to end. I have to say from a male perspective the whole thing was a bit like an out of body experience. Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful feminine specimens who I longed for, the difference was that one of them was actually me. Quite mind boggling. We posed for the group parlour photo and made our way outside to the float, Zoe and Laura holding my hands either side, I couldn't resist a little squeeze and got a re-assuring squeeze back from both....Zoe whispered "you look fantastic, you are such a good sport,... I love you" Once in position we moved off. Male bystanders stared in awe at me and the other girls. I had not realised how men so obviously betray their intentions and felt odd being their subject. I have to say I really enjoyed the carnival parade and even caught myself thinking how I would miss it next year,... what was I thinking? The crowds cheered, the mens jawls dropped as they feasted their eyes on the "Supremes" and I was quite the centre of attention but everyone had a great time. I quite forgot the compression of the corset and started feeling at home. After the parade, we posed for "Beauty" magazine both on my own and with my Supreme partners. We held hands. At one point I had to be held by a real stud of a model. He lifted me in his arms effortlessly. I thought "if only you knew". My penis strained even more, a point I did not really acknowledge and shrugged off. He even had to move in for a kiss which I could not afford to appear to resist although only a stage kiss it made me feel stranger still. I was supposed to find it repulsive but did not. The afternoon was spent doing appearances at the local mall. Sort of fashion parade of beauty products and clothing. The evening came. It turned out I had three key things to do. Firstly, the grand entrance, then dance with the stud, then later mime a famous supremes hit on stage with Zoe and Laura. All of which passed off well. There were television camaras and I could see I was a prime focus of their attention. It turned out my disabled great auntie Agness made the ball too. She looked quite old however I knew Sam when I saw her and she beamed in admiration a me the whole evening from her wheel chair. We were all late home and I was so exhausted that I actually slept with my corset and knickers still on, make-up and earrings still in. Chapter 2 - The Offer Mom came up about 10am and kissed me and thanked me. She said she had some interesting news. She handed me a pink dressing gown and I went down to breakfast to discover what this news was. I was aware that I was now dressed as a women at home and really I did not need to be. I said, could I get out of the corset and she said yes but could I manage a while longer just for her. At breakfast I had my usual fruit milk shake. She explained that "Beauty" magazine had called and offered us a contract. It turned out they were so impressed with me and the Supremes that they wanted us to sign up to a years contract to tour, model and promote the magazine internationally. Part of the deal was that they would pay me $50,000 up front and $200,000 salary for the year with a garaunteed extension option for 3 years. Clothes and all expenses paid. They would also franchise the parlour and the family business would get 10% of all franchise profit. This meant a lot. The whole family were very keen and kept looking at me for my reaction. I heard myself say "ok". Hell, I was a rather average student with rather average prospects. This would exceed any plan I had although becoming a female model had not really been a top career choice until quite recently. I also thought that touring the world with Zoe and Laura might not be such a bad thing. Mom said that before I decided there were some serious issues to consider. Firstly, the family would need to invent a cousin Samantha to come and live with them, the real Sam, and suggested she had her hair cut and dyed and I would have to use Sam's passport. After a few months it might be possible to switch me with Sam if I wanted out. They would tell people John had gone on a world tour which would be mainly true anyway. The other snag was that I would have to have breast implants as whilst the sequin dress was fine with falses, many clothes would not be and models were expected to go bare breasted or nearly bare breasted on occasion and there was a clause in the contract about this. There was no other option but I was assured that it would be reversible. Also my male hormones were kicking in and having spoken to a doctor she recommended taking drugs that would more or less stop testosterone production and some others that would feminise me "slightly" to keep my waist and muscle growth in check and these would at least stall my maturity into a man. Then once done I could resume my normal progression into masculinity. We had two days to decide however we all agreed to the plan there and then. I was nervous about the implants. There was a month to prepare. Mom took all my male clothes to the loft and put them in storage. I later discovered she had actually thrown them away as they were not really worth keeping. Zoe and Laura were obviously in on the plan and I spent the next few days shopping with them. First off, I had to borrow some of Sams clothes and wore a short denim skirt and tea shirt with "glam girls" in sparkly letters across it. I wore the boots from the parlour. After a few days I had more corsets, blouses, dresses, shoes, jeans, tights, underwear and accessories than you could imagine. I had such fun trying on things with Zoe and Laura helping me stay on the right track for a girl of my age. We were all very excited at the prospect of the coming adventure. Chapter 3 - Some Changes My surgery was booked for a few days later and I duly presented myself at the clinique. It helped that I appeared so feminine as they just thought me another transsexual, not that unusual. They waved a consent form under my nose. It said feminisation procedures and associated surgery. I queried this and said it was only breast implants I was in for and they said the form was a standard one which did cover breast enhancements but if anything went wrong whilst under then they could act immediately without further consent and that by signing I was giving my parents automatic consent. I was moved to a small private room where I was given a hospital gown to wear, in pink. I was placed on a wheeled operating bed and given a sedative. I was soon out. I woke up feeling sick and groggy and was in some pain. I felt very stiff and could not really move my hands or legs. After a glass of water and some pain killers and a face wipe I gained increased awareness that my head was actually bandaged. Mom and Sam were by my bed and talked re-assuringly. I realised I was wearing ballet boots and that my feet were secured. My wrists were also secured and had 6" teathers allowing some movement. Mom explained that I would be fed intravenously for two weeks whilst I heeled and the restraints were to avoid me accidently pulling the tubes out of my arms. My breathing was short and I hurt all over. Mom explained that the breast augmentation included lower rib removal and reduction of the three ribs above to give me a more pronounced slimmer chest "to set off your new D cup breasts dear" she said. They had essentially removed about 1 to 1.5" of bone from each rib. I had been corseted to force the ribs together to re-heel in the new smaller dimension. Once they had X rayed me to ensure the ribs were aligned they had taken the precaution of overlaying the corset with plaster to ensure the ribs heel without opening due to breathing. The corset had been laced very tightly and hence my short breaths. She said that I had been fitted with a catheter so did not need to leave the bed at all for the 2 weeks recommended heeling time. I looked concerned but she said "it will be worth the pain". She said that the bone removed had been kept so that the ribs could be changed back when my adventure finished. More annoyingly they skimmed my adams apple, reshaped my eye sockets and pointed my chin. Apparently all these things were reversible? The answer I got on this seemed rather vague. The two weeks dragged by with visits from Mom, Dad, Sam, Zoe and Laura. The nurses regularly swobbed my penis and said it was important to keep it clean although my crouch hurt a lot. Eventually the day came for the removal of the cast. I was unsecured. My ballet boots, that had trained my feet for high heels were removed and replaced with 5" heels. I was guided to my feet. I was very unsteady not least because of the weight of my new breasts unbalancing me, but made it to the plaster room where the cast was carefully removed. I could feel the corset was very tight and this was also removed. I saw and felt the weight of my D cup breasts. They looked great although I had some red marking where the corset had dug in. The chest diameter reduction meant my body shape was very feminine. My waist was also really small and my stomach flat. What bothered me was my penis. I hadn't really noticed because it was obscured by my breasts but I felt for it and found nothing. No penis, no scrotum, no balls, nothing. I was completely flat. Initially I concluded I was just taped backwards again. In fact I could only find what felt like a slit, an opening, a vagina. I stammered my concern. Mom explained that to complete the illusion for my trip it had been decided that it was best removed but that I should not worry because it had all been placed in storage and could be re-attached. She explained that I would need to use a dildo daily for an hour or two to keep my vagina open until it properly heeled up. My head bandages were removed. I stared in the mirror at a naked women. There was still some bruising but basically I had a narrow waist, lovely breasts and very feminine face. I could walk with ease in the 5" heels and noticed how my hips and breasts swayed. On the way back from the plaster removal room I noticed a sign that read "Sex Re-assignment Ward". It occurred to me that whilst not explicitly mentioned, the procedures I had undergone had essentially changed my sex to female. I was now to all intents and purposes female, a girl, more a women really. I returned to my bed in the private room. The nurse attended me. This time unbound and aware she explained she needed to attend to my incision. I realised that attending to that area, where I previously felt her touch and thought she was cleaning my penis she had actually been applying cream and inserting a dildo to keep my new vagina open. I investigated the room further and opened the wardrobe. In there I found a selection of womens clothes. I also noted the jewellery and make-up on the table. I was encouraged to exercise daily and introduced to leotards. I was given a full length black spandex one that zipped up the back. I was told I must wear support knickers that held the dildo firmly in and also a firm sports bra that made my breasts even more pronounced looking but stopped them bouncing around too much during exercise. This was to aid with healing but also to avoid stretching. During exercise I was allowed to take off my corset and I was advised to wear a tight elastic corset that maintained and enhanced my small waist whilst giving more flexibility. I watched some television but found that the only channels available showed womens fashion, make-up, jewellery, romance, all male boy bands and exercise channels where the tutor was an attractive male. I asked the nurse but she said it was all part of the conditioning. I used to love watching women in leotards exercising but I had to admit my own body was now an endless source of interest. I had quite a few visitors, Zoe, Sam and Laura as well as mom and dad. Zoe and Laura were like bet friends and chatted about clothes, boys and the adventure to come. They helped me try different make-up and hair styles and experimented with clothes. They were fascinated by my body and I was beginning to wonder whether they swung both ways as they felt my tits, squeezed my nipples and even played with the dildo asking how all this felt. It felt wonderful and strange and of course my brain still fancied them both but I could not respond in the normal way. I even kissed them and that felt divine. I could not believe all the feelings my changed body aroused in me. My operating wounds began to heel up, swelling and soreness started to pass and bruising faded away. I was left with a stunningly feminine face and figure. As a man I had not really known the female body so I had one to explore now only more directly than before and Zoe and Laura who were both gorgeous girls in their own right also allowed me to explore them with unusual openness. We compared the differences in our vaginas which were surprising small. They even made me orgasm and this sent my brain into overdrive. I realised that I had fallen hopelessly in love with three people. Me, as a women, Zoe and Laura. It was odd but it was love alright. They collected me to depart the hospital. They dressed and made me up. I was quite a sensation and mens mouths dropped open and they looked at me with strange eyes which all reminded me of my day on the float. Some disguised their interest but if I looked back after passing they were always looking my way. I wore a white baggy tea shirt with a colourful purple flower print. By breasts thrust out in front and I wore a short denim skirt with a large belt in the current style. I wore black boots with 6 " heels and 1" platform, no tights. The outfit made me look young and modern and understated but sexy. I spent the next few days preparing for the start of the contract. I scoured the shopping malls for clothes knowing during the first year we would be in hot and cold countries and that both formal gowns and party wear as well as casual wear would be needed. I enjoyed shopping with Zoe and Laura and we had endless fun trying on outfits, all the more so because they were all expenses paid choices so we chose whatever was best for us without too much regard for cost. I started to get used to my new body, what worked well what worked less well and what colours suited best. I knew what I had liked to look at as a man and I think this helped. My body was so perfect that almost anything looked sexy though. Chapter 4 - The Contract The Contract started in Canada. The first assignment was to do the photoshoot for a popular clothes catalogue. This involved 7 days of turning up at 7am having make-up and hair done and then spending the whole day wearing different outfits and being photographed in them. The outfits ranged from formal to informal, swimwear to underwear to nighties, shoes and boots and slippers. I tried on more clothes than most girl has in a lifetime. We had such fun pouting and posing, it was a girls dream come true. Most evenings we went back to the rented flat. We had separate beds but often shared. We were on a sexual adventure and tried lots of things. We kissed, sucked, used dildos and tried all positions. We did it to music, we watched films and we had the best times ever. I increasingly regarded myself as a girl and realised the early excitement and investigation was becoming routine. This was who I was. I got up and wore skirts and heels and make-up. I glanced at men, I grinned at my girl friends when we saw a stud. I window shopped with genuine interest and gossiped as a girl would with her friends. In one conversation Zoe and Laura were talking about their wedding gowns and how it would be and I realised half way through the conversation that I had shared my own wedding vision. I was clearly becoming very feminised. I wondered about the possible return to me male life but at that point it really seemed like a dream, I was all women now. One or two evening swe were invited to parties at expensive night clubs and of course we had VIP passes. We were there to promote the company and turned up looking seriously attractive and were often photographed and appeared in the press. To these events our clothing was exotic. Sometimes we went sparkly. This mean short skirts, sparkly skimpy tops and high heels with sparkly bits too. We made our hair more exotic and tended to overdo the make- up with sparkles there too. On other occasions we went fetish with we look catsuits and corsets with extremely high heeled boots. On other occasions we went modern fetish like lady gaga with some really wild outfits. Sometimes we re-enacted our Supremes look from the float. I realised the dress now fit me tightly but that I no longer needed a corset. I got really turned on by this dress and the memories. We would do our Supremes routine to appropriate songs and this was always a show stopper. The next contract was in Paris and involved modelling coitoure dresses for a fashion show. We had some practice and again had a wild time. I learnt to walk in that provocative model way. We were invited to do a guest appearance at the windmill. This involved us again doing our Supremes routine but with beautiful skimpily clad girls with sensational figures backing us up with surrounding complementary dancing. Later in the show we joined the finale in classic dancing girl dress, or should I say undress. We had high cut knickers, nipple tassles, very high heeled shoes, head dresses and fairy wings. We glittered extensively. I reflected that it was a good job I had undergone the operations as I would never have passed as a girl in this situation. As it was I was a natural, and learnt the swaying and gentle feminine sweeping movements and steps required. This was a sensation and hit the main French press. We did a weeks run and by the end all three of us had a queue of French men attempting to date and seduce us. This created quite a topic for gossip and conversation but we were still satisfying each other so left the men gagging for our favours and resisted. Our manager said the next commission was in the UK and was a little different.... Chapter 5 - The Kink The British are notoriously kinky and we thought we knew about this topic but we were about to discover how naive we really were. Our first job was modelling clothes for a fetish clothing catalogue. We encountered clothes we had not imagined existed and the situations and poses were a relevation to us. I have mentioned some of the highlights below. Scenario 1 : I was standing in a white room with wooden fIoor and with mirrors down three walls. There was a pile of items on a table. I was asked to strip naked by the two nurses. I could see these women had been very attractive in their day but now in their 40's were perhaps not perfect although their impressive curves were bearly concealed by the well tailored nurses uniforms. First they rubbed some medical alcohol onto my nipples "for hygene purposes" they said. Then they gently pinched and rubbed my nipples (one of them per nipple) and as they grew erect they applied some small round flat nipple clamps. These had sprung teeth that expanded by pressing on their outside edge so that once over the nipple and released the teeth contracted and held and sqeezed the nipple in a ring of small teeth whilst simultaneously holding the nipple ring in place. The effect was to retain the nipples erect by force and by stimulation. They explained that the clamps had holes through them so that if I wanted they could insert pins that would retain the clamps in place, whilst simultaneous piercing my nipple. They did warn though that once pierced the pins were hard to remove and so did not recommend this option as I had further shoots to do and it could effect my modelling career. The clamps had a smooth face that tapered at its out edge. Next I squeezed into a black rubber catsuit that had zipped access to my arse and pussy. It took about 20 minutes to wriggle my way into this. Once on, an assistant polished me until the suit shone perfectly. The suit made my shapely body look fantastic. The nipple clamps made my nipples look larger and more pronounced as they thrusted against the tight rubber material of the catsuit. They helped me into my boots. These were tight thigh high ballet boots that held my toes "on point". In this position, I was a little unsteady on my feet but could move about carefully. They explained that for the shot I would be held steady and should not worry. I wondered how Zoe and Laura were getting on. They invited me to bend over and unzipped my rear access, applied some lubrication and then inserted a dildo. I felt this being pushed in and then as its shank went deep enough I felt my arse hole close to hold it in place. The dildo had a long black horse style tail attached. They re-zipped me so that only the tail could be seen poking though the catsuit. Then they inserted a penis gag and pushed this partly down my throat. I nearly choked. Once in, I closed my mouth and they applied wide sticky tape to keep it closed. Each step of this process was photographed and I felt increasingly uncomfortable and yet increasingly horny. I could not help wiggling my bottom. They attached a neck collar made from a stiff black material which was laced so that it encompassed my kneck. It rested on my upper body and also extended up over my mouth. Once tightened it clamped the tape hard against my mouth and the effect was to severely reduce my ability to move my head as well as to ensure my mouth remained taped firmly shut. It held my head in a slightly superior raised position. My long hair flowed down and my large hoop earrings were visible but otherwise you could only really see my eyes. Next, leather cuffs were attached to each wrist and these were in turn attached to pulleys and winches. The winches were operated and pulled my arms up and up above my head. I was bearly touching the floor with my toes. I had noticed that the boots had a "D" ring at their ends and a rope was threaded through each and attached to the floor. The winches pulled again and then with a final pull I began to swing as my feet dangled clear of the floor. As the winches pulled further, the rope through my boots came to its limit and I stopped swinging as this rope tensioned. My body became taut and extremely stretched. They explained that this made a good photo but was really just to allow for the extreme corseting to follow. They said this would take some time. I would have refused but could not shake my head or speak. I "ummed" a little which was meant to be my best attempt at "no" and they said it was good of me to agree to this process and I "ummed" some more. I was concerned at the pull on my wrists but the cuffs were wide and so the force was spread quite well. And next came a corset which would soon take my mind off my wrists. This was shiny black PVC and went from under my breasts to mid belly. It was a small size. I reckoned about 20" at most. They wrapped it around me and I saw it had only rear lacing. They threaded the laces and began to pull them in. First it was a firm feeling and reminded me of my carnival queen corset experience, then they tightening further and it became more like a vice, almost cutting into me. That's 19" they said, only another inch to go. They explained that it is best to let the thing settle before going further, I noticed that I could swing very slightly more and was dismayed when they tightened the wrist winches more to re-apply the original tension. I was beginning to ache all over but as I could bearly move there was not much to be done. It seemed an eternity but by the clock on one wall, which I could see in the mirror, they returned 30 minutes later at 12 o'clock. They took the corset down another ?" inch and then left me again before returning to repeat. Once fully closed they lowered me to the ground and let me lie down to recover. The blood slowly returned. I felt my waist and it seemed so impossibly small. I was helped to my feet and walked around to adjust some more. My body looked sensational but I could bearly feel my legs. I felt I was the most curvaceous women I had ever seen and my hips swayed as I walked the whole get up exaggerating my normal sway. Even the photographer, who I presumed was used to such visions started to stare and smile uncontrollably. I did various poses and was given a whip for one for the classic dominatrix look. Next they pulled my hands behind my back and carefully wrapped rope around them binding them tightly together at the wrists. Then they attached arm binders that further held my wrists, hands and also forced my arms together as they were tightly laced. The binders had shoulder straps so that they could not fall away and all the buckles were firmly tightened so that my arms were firmly secured completely immobile behind me. The effect of my arms being pulled together caused by breasts to thrust out exaggerating their size and emphasising the larger that average nipples. I was quite uncomfortable but by now highly arosed. I could feel the tightness in my behind, my waist, my nipples ached with pleasure and my throat and neck felt tight. It was then that I noticed the pole. This comprised a chrome steel pole about 1" in diameter and roughly waist height. It came up vertically out of the floor from a black steel disc about 2 foot in diameter that held it vertical. On closer inspection the last 10 inches was actually a dildo and it slowly dawned on my what would happen next. They led me to the pole and as my arms were immobile I needed support to balance. Once over the disc they unzipped to give wide access to my pussy and lubricated it. They then lifted me up and lowered me onto the pole carefully guiding the dildo into my cunt. I felt it go deeper and then my toes touched the floor. My legs and body twitched uncontrollably. I was impaled and I could do nothing about it. Next they wound cord around my ankles and the pole further immobilising me and securing me in position. They re-zipped me as far as possible. This left me standing still and effectively retained by the dildo in me. At first glance my predicament was not that obvious. As if this was not enough they took another cord and linked the tip of the arm glove via the "D" ring at the end down to another "D" ring on the floor plate. They pulled this link tight and this caused more weight to go on my toes, the dildo went slightly further in and my back arched as my arms were forced back and down, and my breasts thrust out even more. It was 3 pm in the afternoon and after taking some more photos I realised that they had left a video camera there simply to record my fidgeting and groans. I could not have an orgasm because I could not really move. At 6 o'clock they came and lifted the whole arrangement moving me into a waiting van in an ally next to the building. They placed a cotton bag over me to obscure me from view as they carried me outside. It was then I discovered that Zoe and Laura were in the same position. We stared at each other and in the van we had to be roped to the side so we would not fall over. After a 30min drive which effectively turned the dildos into vibrating dildos we arrived. We were re-covered and carried inside. We were in some kind of night club. I saw signs which said "rubber ball 2009". Some kind of fetish event. We were positioned around the large room which had seating areas, dance areas and a stage. Before opening time I was taken to the entrance and a cinema style tray was put over my shoulders with tickets placed in the tray as people came. The people were fascinating with every type of rubber outfit you could imagine, transvestities, dominatrix's, and really a bewildering array. Once it got to 11pm I was moved back inside. We three attracted considerable attention with people running their hands over our bums and rubbing our nipples. We were effectively live exhibits to help set the scene for a fetish event. I was furious, interested and extremely turned on all at the same time. Around 6am the venue was cleared. I ached all over and was light headed from lack of food and drink and sleep. We were finally released, given more sensible boots with 5" heels and taken back to our apartment. We slept and slept. We got up had a bath and slept some more. We ate and then slept some more. It took us 3 days to recover. We could not quite believe our ordeal. There was a bump at the door and some magazines and photos had been delivered. We sat down and excitedly thumbed the pages. This had been the most freightening but ultimately most exciting adventure of our lives to date. Scenario 2: We went back to the photo shoot with considerable trepidation. We tried on numerous outfits and posed endlessly for about 3 more days before the final bondage scene. We were asked to sign a "no prosecution clause", this meant that they could essentially do whatever they wanted. We thought this was a risk but on the otherhand we knew they would not really harm us. We each wore blue rubber catsuits which were polished however there were no zipped openings in these ones. We had matching blue ball gags fitted which were strapped and tightly secured into place. Leather wrist cuffs were added to each wrist. This was not very extreme compared to our previous situation. We were led to a new room which again had mirrors and a wooden floor. We looked apprehensively at the stocks on the floor in the middle of the room. We kneeled with the stocks behind us and our feet were lifted so our ankles rested in the bottom "U" of the stocks. We were in a line. The top section of the stock was lowered and secured. So far no problems or pain at all. Then one by one cords were attached to our cuffs. These were pulled back to the stocks where they could be tied off. They were pulled so that our arms were apart and heading towards the outside of our feet. Essentially we were hog tied but our knees were on the ground so whilst immobile we were not that uncomfortable. A tall figure entered the room. She was about 6 foot tall without booted and not far off 7 foot with them. She had an exquisite figure. This was squeezed into a black rubber outfit and she had the tail which we knew was attached to a dildo as ours had been. She was tightly corseted. Whilst wearing ballet boots it was noticeable that she was able to move easily in these. We looked on and were impressed. More worryingly she carried an evil looking whip. She halstered this and spent the next 2 hours stroking us, playing with our nipples and bums and we were all pretty excited. Unfortunately she then went behind us and started fiddling with Laura's cords. She started to pull them and I could see the look of strain on Laura's eyes as her knees lifted off the floor and her firm hog tie transformed into an extreme one with her arms pulled hard back and her body arched. I could see she was in pain and found out how much once the procedure was repeated on me and then Zoe. We were left, trembling with the strain but utterly helpless to do anything about it. On her return she produced some more cords and pulled our my hair into a pony tail and then attached a cord to it and looped this to the stocks behind. She pulled and my head was forced backwards so that my whole body was in tension and unmoveable. The whipping started. She was whipping our bear feet. It hurt as she applied medium force and then she left. She came back and this time after some further stoking, she did not hold back. I wondered whether I would walk again. Then she left. This continued throughout the day and we were increasingly scared when she appeared. The whole episode was videoed and we were eventually released. We could not walk for several days but the whole bondage and pain kink was one that was beginning to get to us. We definitely did not like it, we loved it. The fetish scene in the UK was certainly proving an entertaining one, we wondered what our next assignment would bring. Chapter 6 - Retro In the next assignment our manager had obtained roles for us in a period drama to be filmed at Elstree studios in Hertfordshire. Laura and Zoe enfused about this and explained how they loved the romance and all the fabulous gowns in period dramas. Our manager explained that the director was renound for realism in his films and would expect us to be properly corseted and enter into the true victorian experience. We did not mind this as we had all been severely corseted and could not imagine anything more extreme.... So we were duly driven to a large grand house where we were to be filmed and would live as Victorian ladies of our age. Once we arrived we were ushered to our rooms where our modern clothes were removed. We were each assigned a maid whose job it was to train us in all matters Victorian. I was led to a bar that dangled from the ceiling from two chains. This, Gladys the maid explained was a lacing bar. I noticed that Gladys herself sported a very neat waist, which I estimated at 20". She wore a black silk blouse with heavy ruffles which exposed her upper chest but not her breasts. She had a necklace with a key on it. She had a severe bun hair dressing and heavy looking pearl earrings and necklace. Her skirt was almost to the floor, also in black and was a tight pencil design. I could see she wore buttoned boots with a heel of at least 5" and noticed she was very easy in her movements having obviously become accustomed to her attire. Her make up was simple but striking. Red lips and rouge with high fine eyebrows. She was very neat and said not to worry I would soon shape up. She lowered the bar on a pulley system. She lifted my wrist towards it and attached a wide leather cuff around my wrist which was securely chained to the lacing bar. She repeated with the other wrist. As the bar lifted I realised I could grip the bar with my hand to help take the weight although whether I did this or not I would be raised. She raised me to tip toe and explained the stretch of my body would aid the lacing. Once stretched she said that the director demanded realism in his films and that research had indicated that the most modern Victorian girls would routinely lace down to 16" and that 14" was not unheard of. I was concerned as my previous best was 18" and I knew another 2" would be hard to achieve. She lifted a heavy boned corset into place and I observed that it would support my breasts but would also go down beyond my upper legs to my knees. This was a 17" discipline corset and would be my starting point. She said it usually took about 2 hours to get this on the first time but usually only about an hour on subsequent fittings. The lacing began and as the severe garment began to grip me I noticed there were also side lacing panels for either leg. At 19" I felt very squeezed and seemed to be held bolt upright. She left me to settle and returned with another maid who had been attending to Laura. Together they were able to squeeze another inch. I fainted after this and was awoken to a strong smell of smelling salts. They left me dangling helplessly for a break and then continued. I fainted again but was brought round again. They said that should do for now. Gladys produced a steel ring about 1" in width and placed this around my waist. Once tightened together this could be padlocked. Click, I realised I was a prisoner in this torturous garment. Next they produced a back board and began strapping this into place. It went at my back and as each strap was tightened around my body I was more rigidly held. The straps around my shoulders were worst though. Once tightly pulled my shoulders were immobilised and my breasts thrust forward. This was for posture. But worse was to come. They produced a metal yoke that clipped to the board and came around under my chin. They adjusted a spike to touch my chin to ensure I kept my head up at all times. Next came some stockings and these were clipped into position on the short garters of the corset. Next came some button boots. These were knee height, tight fitting and had 5" heels. Next they tightened the side panels at my legs which forced my legs together at the knees and I could sense would severely restrict my gait. I was relieved when the bar was lowered and the first wrist uncuffed. I had not noticed that the metal waist band had cuffs on each side so my wrists were re- secured to my sides with my elbows sticking backwards. One further strap was produced and my elbows were forced together. I don't know whether you have ever tried this bondage position but it renders the victim utterly helpless. After adding a hair piece to make my hair very large, they tied it into a bun with ringlets and a back trestle. They attended to my make up and declared me ready. Ready for what I wondered. I was led to a large room with a wooden floor and Laura, Zoe and myself, all in precisely the same predicament were invited to walk around. We each looked quite fabulous specimens, entirely helpless but stunning in our unusual outfits. This training continued and was our routine each day from 6am until 3pm. We would also learn our lines. At 3 we were prepared for the evening. The preparation entailed removal of the back board and bondage. The steel band was retained and we were dressed in amazing gowns. First a bustle was added to exagarate our behinds and then we wore the most beautiful gowns a girl has ever seen. They were exquisite colours. Purple, green, blue, red, crimson affairs. They were low cut bodices which tightly hugged our corsets with our breasts thrust forward and significantly revealed. The dresses always emphasised our small waists. The skirts were large and rustled when we walked. We wore as many as 5 under skirts and sometimes full hoops to hold the dresses out. These creations were set off with heavy necklaces, earring and rings all very ornate. We were forced into even tighter boots with 6" heels for our evening appearances. At night we were not off the hook. We were laced into more flexible but still very tight sleeping corsets and ballet boots and we were secured to our beds to prevent tampering. We were all very sexually frustrated having been prevented from any such activity to re-create the tensions of the day. After a week we all had 15" waists. We looked quite stunning in our gowns and our posture and movements were extremely demure and feminine. We danced gracefully held by various hunky actors also in period dress. After a week the concept and practice of pipestem corsets were introduced. These corsets attempted to forced the elongation of the small waists so that typically 4 or even 6" bands could encircle our waists at the desired circumference. As a result of the constant corseting our upper bodies began to also reduce in size and of course we could hardly eat large meals given the continuous restriction. After 4 weeks we all had 6" pipe stem waists measuring 14". We almost looked too thin but I had to admit we were visions of femininity. Almost too delicate to touch. We were the belles of the ball although there were about 20 women in the production who had all undergone tight lacing training although as the belles ours had been the most severe with the others typically between 18" and 24". The director was very pleased with the filming and praised us on our endurance, beauty and acting. In a final ball I was specially laced down to 13" for a grand entry. I fainted halfway through the evening but was brought around with smelling salts and of course this was all part of creating the real Victorian experiences and was left in the film. We left the house with mixed feelings. We had essentially been held prisoner in beautiful female clothes that were near impossible to wear but we would miss the routine and vision of beauty and the wide eyed looks of the men which we suspected was only slightly acting. We were given the pipestem corsets as momentos. We had the steel bands in place and each had the others key. We wore our modern clothes on top although the extreme figures we sported could hardly be disguised under our modern clothes. That night we teased and made love to each other like never before. The following night we went to a fetish party in rubber tight catsuits but retained the corsets. Our figures cuased quite a sensations and we vowed to keep them although of course we let them slip after a while. Even uncorsetted we seemed significantly smaller and all sported sub 20" waists though. Our posture was also noticeably improved. To be continued....