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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and forced feminization. It is meant for adults only. Stop reading now if you're below 18. This story is a direct continuation of my two earlier stories set in the universe of Project Phoenix. Both of them are available here on FictionMania. Readers who are unfamiliar with them might want to read them first to get a better grasp of what's happening. I also would like to thank the readers who left reviews of my earlier two stories. I really appreciate them. And finally, big, big thanks to Kelly Ann Rogers for editing this part of the story. Thank you Kelly Ann :) Project Phoenix Part 2.2. The Orientation By Meg [email protected] Edited by Kelly Ann Rogers Kevin stirred with a dreamy smile on his face. He felt relaxed and safe. Something soft and slippery caressed his feet and calves in a very sensuous way. He stretched lazily, relishing in the sensation. 'What a dream!' he thought blearily. He didn't open his eyes, wanting to memorize the image of his dream girl. His skin still tingled all over with mild arousal, his half-erect penis poking his pants. Boy, she was hot. Gorgeous face, impossibly buxom body, and those breasts. Kevin doubted he'd ever looked at tits like those. He was sure, he'd never fondled any that felt even remotely like that. Huge, firm, soft, and perky, all at the same time. And to top it all off she slept in stockings. None of his girlfriends had ever done that. He decided that if he'd keep having dreams like that, he might postpone his escape for a week or two. As the seconds and minutes ticked away, he became aware of noise in the background. A humming. 'Vacuum cleaner?' No, too high pitched, it didn't sound like that. More like... a hairdryer? Something wasn't right. Kevin couldn't quite place it, but he found something about the situation very disturbing. It was like a splinter in his mind; he kept trying to reach it with his still groggy thoughts, however it remained just out of reach. Uneasiness started replacing his sexual arousal. He became aware of the presence around his neck, not that it ever disappeared. Earlier, however, before he realized just what he had been wearing, the constricting sensation had been bringing him a sense of safety, it even felt slightly erotic. He opened his eyes. The image he saw required a while to process. A lovely blonde with tousled hair was lying under a pink cover with her arms stretched, looking at him. After a moment he realized that there was a mirror mounted on the underside of the canopy, taking up its entire surface. He concentrated on locating the source of the humming. The bedroom was mostly dark. A doorway to his left was the only source of light. The noise was coming from there. It kept changing its pitch slightly, as if someone was moving its source. Then it stopped. Kevin peered at the doorway with growing anxiety. A moment later a girl appeared there. She was completely naked except for a collar on her neck. He was looking at his dream angel. However, instead of her chest, Kevin's eyes were riveted to her hairless crotch. He couldn't miss penis and sack hanging there. He shut his eyes and froze. 'What an idiot! What was I thinking! I should've realized it was... what was her name... Charlotte! God, what have I done!' he wailed inwardly. He inhaled slowly. Something clicked and lights turned on. Then something clicked again and they became brighter. Kevin felt the temperature of his face and ears rapidly increasing. He kept controlling his breath to make it appear that he was still sleeping, hoping the blushing wouldn't give him away. Another door opened. Then he heard hangers being shifted, picked up, and hung back. Two or three minutes later the door closed and soft steps circled the bed. Charlotte put something on the surface to his right. A moment later he heard a very quiet rustling followed by a snapping sound. Then more rustling. He sensed her sitting down, then heard a series of quick swishing sounds. He risked parting his eyelids a little. Charlotte was sitting on the edge of bed with her back towards him, gathering a white stocking in her hands. Now she wore a white lacy thong and white nylon and lace garter belt in addition to her collar. She lifted her leg, pointed her foot forward, and started unrolling the hose up over her leg. She took her time, making sure the sheer, white nylon was stretched over her skin evenly, removing any creases as she went. Once done, she attached a garter in front and reached for the second stocking. Kevin instinctively closed his eyes and held his breath again. He wasn't sure what was more embarrassing: what he'd done last night, the prospect of having to look her in the eyes eventually, or that he was peeping at his roommate. 'She's a guy,' he told himself silently and parted his eyelids again. Charlotte was almost done with the second stocking. He found it impossible to convince his mind and libido that he was looking at a man. Her exquisite body didn't look like it belonged to a man. Her slender legs shimmering with the white nylon certainly didn't look like a man's. Neither did the one breast whose side he could see, with its big erect nipple and the dark, prominent areola. She attached the second garter and stood up forcing Kevin to close his eyes again. 'Shit!' he realized with dread that he was getting really aroused and decided to keep his eyes closed until she left. An erection would be very visible through the satin sheet. The swishing and snapping indicated that Charlotte was adjusting her garters. Half a minute later she sat down again. Despite his earlier vow, he couldn't help squinting again. With her back still towards him, Charlotte stood up, stooped down, and slid her palms up her legs starting at the ankles. She did it slowly, as if she wanted to savor the feel for as long as possible. Kevin kept shutting his eyes whenever it looked like she might look back, and opening them again when he thought it was safe. She adjusted the thong and garter belt over her hips and clenched her buttocks several times after the wedge slid deeper into the cleft. Kevin barely managed to keep from licking his lips. When Charlotte turned to pick up her bra, Kevin threw a quick glance at her crotch before he shut his eyelids. Why his eyes turned there, not towards her chest, he had no idea. However, he was sure there was no bulge on her panties. Her pelvis and crotch formed a single, smooth surface. Had he only imagined seeing a penis on her? It would be very disturbing if he started imagining cocks on gorgeous chicks. When he squinted again, Charlotte was putting on the bra. With its nylon cups and lacey embroidery, it was a delightful match for her garter belt and panties. She fumbled for a short while with the clasp, then pulled the cups up over her breasts. Her breathing became deeper and longer as she adjusted the translucent fabric over the massive boobs, occasional gasps escaping her lips. Like with the thong and stockings, she didn't hurry. When the cups were tautly stretched over her breasts, she began adjusting the straps. Happy with the bra, she again sat on the edge of the bed and picked a stiletto pump off the floor. It looked like a classic strap-on, made of mat, white and gray leather. The gray spiky heel contrasted with the white sole. The straps, sides, and back of the shoes were gray. On the toe, several fine, white lines ran diagonally across the gray leather background. Charlotte threw her left calf over her right knee so that the sole of her foot faced Kevin, pointed her toes, and slid the pump on. In her unhurried manner she locked the strap and picked the other shoe. With both shoes on, she straightened her legs in front of her and sat for several seconds staring at them. Finally, she got up and set off towards the vanity table. If Kevin hadn't seen her put the heels on, he would've sworn she was wearing loafers. She moved lightly, yet with deliberate feminine grace. Her legs, uncovered buttocks, hips, and arms worked in unison with the lingerie to create a picture he found simply irresistible. When Charlotte sat down and started combing her hair Kevin began breathing again. He also had to close his eyes. He could see a part of her face in the vanity mirror; one glance in his direction could end his shameful charade. 'Had she really been a man before?' He kept asking himself that question since she'd left the bathroom. The package he'd seen between her legs seemed to confirm that. However, there wasn't even a hint of it left when he saw her in panties. 'Unimportant,' he decided. It had been there. There was something far more disturbing than Charlotte's disappearing penis. What had they done to her, or rather him? She put on the lingerie without blinking, obviously enjoying it. She moved and acted like a woman. Other girls he'd seen, even those Linda claimed were almost out of here, appeared uneasy; very conscious of their striking appearance and clothing. Judging by what he'd seen so far, it didn't seem apply to Charlotte. Plus, she hadn't punched him out when he had started groping her. Had they brainwashed her or something? Kevin looked briefly when he heard Charlotte rising up. Luckily, she wasn't looking his way. He wasn't sure how much time exactly she had spent at the vanity table, but it seemed like half an hour at least. Her stockings swished on his right and she entered the wardrobe. She left ten or so minutes later and started going through the dresser's drawers. Kevin heard clicking and tinkling of metal against metal, then her muffled steps again. When he looked, she was again at the vanity table attaching a white, lacy band to her collar, a silver bracelet glinting on her wrist. Then she grabbed a purse off table, put a lipstick tube inside, and checked her makeup carefully. Apparently satisfied, she sprayed some perfume all over her and got up to leave. Kevin's gaze followed her curvy body all the way to the dayroom entrance. She wore a gray, mid-thigh length skirt that looked like velvet, and a silver blouse with sheer, puffy sleeves. Calling the clothes close fitting would be an understatement. The back of her skirt stretched tautly with every step, looking to be on the brink of tearing apart. The blouse hugged her body like a glove, making Kevin very eager to see the front. And he got the chance. In the doorway, Charlotte abruptly turned back, and headed towards the bed. Kevin hoped he had closed his eyes on time. A moment later the surface of the bed tilted and the sweet smell of perfume enveloped him. "Open your eyes," Charlotte patted his arm gently. "I know you're awake." Kevin slowly opened his eyes. He wished only one thing - to die, here and now. Charlotte stooped slightly towards him, her sandy-blond locks dangling in front of her breasts. Despite his shame and embarrassment, Kevin couldn't help stealing a quick glance. "Enjoyed the show?" She glanced towards the tented cover and smiled. "Well, obviously you have." He opened his mouth to apologize, but she silenced him with a raised finger. "We'll talk about your voyeuristic inclinations and night antics this evening. Now, go take a shower and grab something to eat at the cafeteria. If you miss that, your next chance to eat won't be until 2 o'clock. Your class starts at nine. Make sure you're not late, Anna hates it." She stood up and straightened her skirt. "See you later," she smiled. Kevin's gaze followed her across the room. In the doorway she stopped again and turned her head. "Lovely blush, by the way." Kevin covered his head with the satin and groaned. The fact that his groan came out more like a moan didn't boost his spirits. "Jerk, jerk, jerk!" he wailed aloud, "Oaf!" Charlotte probably knew all along that he was awake. He got up and shook his head. The scent of her perfume still lingered all around. How would he apologize? Bring her a bucket of flowers or a six-pack? And what the hell was wrong with this girl? Why had she allowed any of that to happen? The possibility that someday he could behave like her was chilling. He needed to get out, and fast. He needed a plan. He tossed his pants and blouse onto the bed and headed towards the bathroom. >From what he'd seen so far, he'd be able to move around the facility freely. He would exploit this to explore the place. He was certain that the tram wasn't the only way in and out. He'd seen only one elevator, and it seemed to be designed to carry people only. They surely had some utility entrance to bring in supplies. In the unlikely case there wasn't one, there had to be a fire exit or something like that. This was a government installation after all. Kevin turned the water to cold. It felt like thousands of razor sharp ice shards; it almost hurt. But it killed his arousal and clarified his mind. First, he needed to find out if he was being tracked in any way. His collar would be most likely place to hide a tracking device. There had to be some way to open the thing. Next, he needed to gain access to one of their computer terminals. If he was lucky, he'd find plans of the facility. If not, at least some useful information. In either case, he'd have to guess or discover someone's credentials to log in. Finally, he had to figure out how the service elevators worked; he doubted the regular ones would get him any place useful. The ring of red light had seemed to be scanning his body for restraints. It could mean that to use a service elevator he'd have to be restrained, maybe even escorted. The latter would be very problematic. Kevin got out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel. With the germ of the escape plan in his mind he felt much better, invigorated. He briefly considered drying his hair, but dropped the idea. The sight of his body in the mirror would most likely get him turned on and he wanted a clear mind for whatever was in store for him today. He dressed quickly and entered the day room. His PDA was exactly where he'd left it yesterday, beeping quietly. After switching it on the indentation on the PDA's front turned black and red letters appeared on it. 'Orientation Class in 37:02' Kevin turned the device off and headed for the lifts. The cafeteria was almost empty. The morning sun was already shining above the tree tops and forced him to squint. For some reason the image of green, sparkling canopies and an azure sky above them boosted his spirits even higher. He knew he would escape and make his captors pay. There were two girls standing near a food dispenser, otherwise the place was empty. They were dressed exactly like him, except for black nylon shimmering on their calves. They both turned at the sound of his steps and looked him over. Kevin felt a bit uncomfortable being checked out. One of the girls, a chestnut haired beauty with cute freckles on her face, stood with arms by her sides, her big, blue eyes looking at him shyly. The other, an Asian with straight black hair kept her arms crossed over her stomach, boldly examining Kevin from his toes up. Like him, they had hourglass, bombshell bodies with flat chests and gorgeous, innocent, young faces. Unlike him, they both had telltale bulges on the fronts of their pants. Kevin hoped the erections were there before they noticed him. "Well, hello Barbie. Is your ceiling leaking?" the Asian smiled at him approvingly. "Uh, I've just showered. I'm... Caroline by the way," Kevin extended his hand, glad he finally met someone he didn't have to look up to talk to. "Caroline, huh? OK, let's humor the bitches. I'm Grace," she took his hand and shook it firmly. "I'm Sophie," the chestnut haired girl extended her hand. "We'll talk at the table. Let's grab some breakfast now, OK? I'm starving," Grace brought up the menu, "now where's my fucking eggs with bacon..." They all ended up choosing eggs with bacon, toasts, and coffee. "Have you been here long, Caroline?" asked Sophie once they were seated at a table. "I just arrived yesterday. How 'bout you?" "Yesterday?" Grace looked at Kevin incredulously. "You wanna tell me they turned you into Barbie over night?" "Uh, no. That happened before I arrived." "So there are other places where they turn guys into chicks?" "I think so. However, in my case... this happened at my girlfriend's place. She... did this to me while I was sleeping." "Bitch!" Grace waved her fork. "We've been rotting in this stink hole for the last two weeks, most of which we spent strapped to beds in tiny cells. Yesterday they moved us to bigger rooms, and guess what; I even have a roommate! A hot little tart, just like me." "Come on, Grace, they weren't tiny cells. Many hotels look like dumps in comparison with this," Sophie turned to Kevin. "We had TVs, stereos, video games, big bathtubs, comfortable beds..." "To which we were strapped 24/7," Grace chipped in. "Only for the first few days..." "Come on, freckles! Are you sure, you're here against your will? 'Cause at times it doesn't sound like that!" "Grace, I'm just trying to be fair..." "Fair!? Just what the fuck are you babbling about!? For the last two weeks I've been stuck in nylons, which keep me hard most of the day. It's just so fucking embarrassing. For three long days I was stuck with a fat dildo in my mouth. Two weeks ago, I was a normal white guy banging chicks several evenings a week. And now look at me," she spread her arms, "a fucking Sailor Moon. Yesterday, some dumb, blonde bimbo collared me. When I tried to protest, she threatened to make me grow boobs twice as big as hers. Is that what you call fair!?" Kevin lowered his head trying to hide his smile. That would be Amy, of course. He knew what Grace was talking about, he went through the same. But, he found her rage comical. The cursing and anger simply didn't suit the lovely, petite girl. In addition, her dense, musky soprano simply failed at conveying anger. "Did you... uh... people know each other before this?" Kevin raised his head doing his best not to smile. "No, we met yesterday at lunch," Sophie said. "How did you get into this mess?" "My wife got me into this," Grace continued to rant. "One evening she caught me red handed with a chick. She gave me a choice: divorce or participation in some research the company she works for was conducting. She said I would have to dress in female clothing for a few days. Divorce would've left me penniless, and the bitch knew that very well. I had no real choice. What the fuck, I thought. I'd let the bitch have her little revenge. Well, as you can probably guess, she failed to mention what these clothes would do to me. If I ever get my hands on that harlot..." her voice trailed off. This time Sophie had a hard time containing her laughter. She was biting her lips so hard they became white. "For me," she finally spoke, "it was less melodramatic. One evening I went to bed and the next morning I woke up in here. The rest you know." "Won't your family or friends be looking for you?" asked Kevin. "I have no steady relationship. My family... well, they'll probably start worrying if I don't call around Christmas. I hope my employer started asking questions... but do you think anyone will find us in here? Just look at the technology they have. I don't think anyone will come to our rescue unless they allow it." "That's why..." intrusive beeping interrupted whatever Grace was about to say. Kevin and Sophie picked their PDAs. "It looks like we need to go, Grace. The Orientation Class, whatever it is, starts in less than ten minutes," Sophie got up and picked her tray up. "Well, it looks like we're all heading the same way. Let's have the bitches orient us towards an exit," Grace was still fuming. "Basic Reeducation Level 1," Sophie told in the elevator. "How did you know that?" asked Grace suspiciously. "It's on our PDAs," she waved hers. "Yeah, they told me to check it, too. No way I'm gonna haul that pink piece of garbage around." "We need to find Elementary Class 01," Sophie said, starting examining the directions on the walls. Light yellow and orange were the dominant colors on this floor. Four corridors branched off the hub like on most other floors Kevin had seen. In its middle, there was a pillar surrounded by a low, circular bench with a brown, padded seat. "This way," Sophie motioned them towards the second corridor on their right. Their shoes squeaked loudly on the hard, dark orange floor. As in the hub, the yellow walls of the corridor were decorated with painted or imprinted outlines of birds and flowers standing out slightly above the surface. There were identical benches here by the walls too, arranged in pairs opposite each other. Mirrors extending six or seven feet high were set into the walls on both side of each bench. Their destination was behind the first door on their left. "At least we didn't have to hike all the way to the other side of the floor," Grace started again. "You won't fucking believe it, but it takes me like five minutes to get from the elevators to my room. If I ever feel like taking a leak, I'll have to water their fucking plants. Hell, I'll probably do it just for... now what the fuck!?" The classroom looked almost like a classroom. The walls, floor, and ceiling matched the corridor, except here the birds and flowers were gone. In the front, where they entered, the floor was elevated creating a fifteen foot long dais. A huge screen took up most of the wall above it, instead of the blackboard one would see in a classic classroom. There was no desk or seat on the dais; it was completely empty except for three mysterious groups of small circular holes in the floor. The entire wall on the opposite end of the room was covered by mirrors. Between the mirrored wall and desks, there was large empty space. Two rows of female mannequins, eight artificial beauties in each, stood by the walls facing the space. Three of them were dressed only in lingerie, five in full gowns, the rest wore various skirts with tops, blouses, or sweaters. They all looked like real girls frozen by some kind of spell. Eight desks stood in two sparse rows between the dais and the empty space. Actually, they weren't desks at all. Each consisted of a vanity table and a dresser connected with a red, padded bench. Various articles of female clothing were neatly laid out on three of four dressers in the first row. Grace pinched a pair of panties as if they were radioactive, and examined them with disgusted look on her face. The panties were made of a sheer white material resembling nylon, embroidered with rosebuds. Curvy lines of various widths, winding all over the surface of panties beneath the flowers, appeared to had been designed to draw attention to the panties, rather than cover anything. A small, satin bow with a lacy rosebud in the middle of the lacey waistband made Grace grimace. "If these bitches think I'm gonna put this on, they're out of their fucking minds," she threw the panties back on the dresser and shook her head in astonishment and disgust. The whizzing of doors opening made them all turn their heads. A very attractive redhead, looking to be in her early thirties, entered the classroom. She was approaching them with confident stride and wide, candid smile on her full red lips. "Can't wait to try them on, can you, Gracie?" she asked with amusement. Grace took a step back. "I'm not putting any of those on," Grace nodded towards the dresser. "Of course you're not, sweetie," her smile widened a bit. She stopped by the edge of dais in front of them, still grinning. She had fit, slim body, not as drastically feminine as Kevin's or the other girls', but still very attractive. She wore classic green pumps with spiky heels, sheer, tan nylons or pantyhose, green pleated skirt reaching to mid thigh, lavender top with lacy inserts around tummy and deep neckline, and green jacket. A silver pendent hung on a thin chain on her neck. She was the epitome of the chic executive. Her face scored somewhere between pretty and beautiful on Kevin's scale. In fact, closer to pretty than beautiful. Cute, shallow wrinkles formed around the corners of her mouth and eyes when she smiled, giving her face a friendly, amiable look. Her copper locks dropped in loose waves just past her shoulder blades in the back, and over the top of her breasts in front. Only her average bust dampened the overall score. '6.5/10' decided Kevin. "My name is Anna Taylor," she said as she examined them. "I'm your instructor for this Orientation class and several elementary courses that will follow. Now, first things first," she pointed towards the dressers. "This will be your place, Grace, this," she pointed towards the next dresser, "will be yours, Sophie, and finally, the third one is Caroline's. Please, sit down ladies and I'll explain our goals." "Classes? Courses?" Grace mocked as she sat down. "Like a primary school? No, no, a kindergarten! Right? This is ridiculous. Now, where's the exit?!" Anna ignored the question. "It won't be a kindergarten. We'll begin at the nursery school level. Look at yourselves, ladies," she paused and looked each of them in the eyes. "You're all around twenty, give or take a year, yet you don't know even one percent of what all girls your age should know. You also lack certain physical attributes of your genetic equivalents. We'll fix that, beginning with the basics. I'll teach you how to walk, how to sit, and how to stand." She paced slowly along the edge of the dais switching her gaze from face to face. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen her smile widened every time she glanced at Sophie. "I'll teach you how to eat, how to dress, how to put on lingerie, how to choose the right clothing for an occasion, how to apply makeup, how to style your hair, plus many other things. Then other instructors will take over to teach you more advanced topics. When we're done with you, there'll be no holes in your knowledge. In fact, your genetic contemporaries will have every reason to be jealous of your looks and your expertise in certain areas. Now," she stopped and faced them. "Do you have any questions before we begin?" "Yes. One more time. Where's the exit?" asked Grace. "Right here, sweetie. If there are any pressing matters down there, please take care of them now," Anna pointed towards the entrance. "You know what I mean!" Grace glowered at Anna. "Let's end this... farce. If you think any of us will put on any of... these things," she nodded to her dresser with frown, "you're out of your fucking mind. Makeup? Just grow up, lady! Let us go NOW." She stood up. "Or there'll be trouble!" Anna walked up to Grace slowly and stopped a foot from the girl. Grace looked up at her, tensing visibly. Their eyes remained locked for several seconds. Kevin didn't know what he should do. Supporting Grace seemed like the right thing, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He decided to wait and see how things would play out. "Grace, how many times have we been through this with you? You'll be able to leave when you're ready. And you'll be ready," her expression hardened, "when we decide so. It would be wise of you, to keep your temper on a short leash, if you don't want your stay here to lengthen significantly. Or be kept on a very short leash, literally. Now, sit down." When Grace clenched her hands into fists, Kevin was sure she would hit Anna. Instead she slowly sat down, her face still defiant. "Good girl," the smile was back on Anna's face. "One more thing. Swear one more time in my class, and you'll be wearing big, pink ballgag between those naughty lips for the rest of the day. Have I made myself clear, sweetie?" Grace's knuckles whitened. She looked at the floor, but kept silent. "Answer me, Grace." "Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Good." Anna stepped back onto the dais and addressed them all. "Are there any other questions?" Kevin was about to ask what would happen to them after this whole reeducation thing was completed, but decided he didn't need to know. He'd be out of here long before then, anyway. "Uh... is it possible for us to become men again?" asked Sophie. "Technically, yes. Would you like to be a man again?" "YES!" Grace almost shouted. "I didn't ask you, Grace," Anna looked at Grace briefly then turned her gaze back to Sophie. "Yes." "It breaks my heart to hear that, Sophie. Well, some of you might get the chance to turn back, but this topic is over for now." "What will decide who gets this chance?" asked Kevin. "Our good mood, Caroline. As I said this topic is over. Do you have any other questions?" Kevin suspected she wasn't lying. However, he was also sure she wasn't telling the whole truth. This was most likely some kind of trick to assure their cooperation. "Good. We'll begin with some boring technical details. Have you ever heard of spatial displacement technology?" Kevin shook his head slowly and so did Sophie. Grace just sat, still glaring at Anna. "Well then, you'll be surprised to hear that you used it today. At least twice," she paused as if to make sure she was making an effect. "We utilize the technology quite extensively around here, for example in elevators. I'm sure you wondered at one time or another how it is possible that they travel so fast, yet you don't feel a thing. The truth is, they don't move at all." She paused again. "The spatial displacement tech permits a connection between two separate places with an infinitely thin passage, a kind of a hole, or a tunnel. When an object enters one side of the passage, it immediately appears on the other side. Even though the places could be quite far, the transition is instantaneous. When you enter one of our elevators, you pass through such a hole into a cabin. When the door closes, the spatial displacement tunnel is redirected to your target floor. When the door opens, the cabin is connected with that floor, and you simply cross the passage never knowing it exists." Anna looked at them, probably searching for signs of comprehension on their faces. Kevin tried to wrap his mind around the concept. If he understood her correctly, it meant there wasn't a single cabin traveling between the floors. There were probably several of them, with those portals connecting them to the doors. Hell, they didn't even have to be located in the same building as the floors they serviced. He was no expert on physics, but what he'd heard sounded like science-fiction. "You probably wonder why I'm telling you this. Well, from now on you'll be using the technology for something more important than travel. It'll help you hide your manhood. I'll show you how." She approached Sophie's dresser and picked the panties. "You know what it is, don't you?" She stretched the panties. "Panties will now fit you perfectly everywhere except crotch. They wouldn't look too pretty on you with your erections bulging the delicate satin or lace. That's why we'll need the technology for some time. You see, the panties you'll wear for the time being have satin or silk inserts over the crotch area. On the outside, they match the design of the panties. On the inside, however," she pulled the panties inside out, "they have small holes." Indeed, Kevin could see a squashed, round hole on the inner part of the wedge-like insert. Something red or pink glinted inside it. "The holes are wide enough for your penises and sacks to fit through. They'll also stretch as required. All lead to tubes lined with silk that will easily accommodate your manhood in any state. What this means for you ladies, is that you don't have to worry about those nasty erections tenting up your skirts." 'Well, one mystery solved,' thought Kevin remembering Charlotte's disappearing penis. Anna walked up to Sophie and handed her the panties. "Now, I want you to undress, stockings included," she smiled at Sophie and Grace, "and put the panties on." "But... the stockings are stuck on us..." Sophie furrowed her brow. "Not anymore, sweetie. Now, come on, on the double!" Kevin looked at Sophie and Grace unsure what to do. Sophie, still frowning, was examining the hole on the satin insert. Grace looked about to explode. "I told you I'm not wearing any of these clothes!" She stood up and leaned forward a little. "I'm a man! Men don't wear panties!" The smile evaporated from Anna's face. "A man? If you need reality check, geisha boy, there's a big mirror behind you. Now, undress and put on your panties." Her eyes narrowed. "Please." "I'm not putting my penis in there," Sophie put her panties back on the dresser. "I'm sorry." "Neither am I." Kevin would probably comply if the other girls did. However now he didn't want to step out of line, and was curious how Anna would handle it. "A mutiny?" A faint smile returned to Anna's lips. "Well girls, have it your way then." Less than ten seconds later the door slid open and two burly women entered, one of them carrying some kind of chair. They were both dressed exactly like the ones who escorted Kevin out of the tram. The one with the chair moved towards the middle of the dais and started aligning the chair's four legs with a set of holes on the floor Kevin had noticed earlier. It resembled a gynecological chair, except the ones Kevin had seen before had no restraints attached all over them. "Would you help Sophie onto the throne, ladies?" called Anna as she approached the right mirror in the back of the classroom. She pressed something on the wall and the mirror slid open revealing a compartment. 'Why Sophie?' wondered Kevin. It made no sense. One of the women walked up to Sophie. "Undress," she ordered. Sophie hesitated for a short moment, but began to unbutton her blouse. "Leave her alone, bitch!" Grace stood behind the woman, small fists at her waist, sparkling eyes casting lightning bolts all around. Despite her anger, she looked very fragile in comparison with the muscular blonde. The woman unhurriedly turned back and looked down at Grace. "Excuse me, miss? I didn't hear you." Sophie stopped unbuttoning her blouse and shook her head, motioning Grace to let go. "Touch her, and you're dead." Grace took a step forward. The woman grabbed Grace under armpits and lifted her effortlessly off the floor, bringing their faces several inches apart. Grace's toes hung several inches above the floor. She grabbed her captor's arms attempting to pry them apart; it appeared, however, as if she was struggling with two sturdy pieces of steel. "Come again, miss?" Kevin had no idea what he should do. It was obvious that Grace gotten into a battle that couldn't be won, even if they all acted together. The two big wenches could probably subdue all of them without even getting tired. It was foolish and reckless. He decided he would act only if Grace was in real trouble. "Your breath stinks!" Grace hissed and swung her leg, hitting the woman in the crotch. The hollow thud sounded painful, but not a single muscle on the blonde's body even twitched. Instead, a brief grimace of pain twisted Grace's face. Undaunted, Grace swung her head trying to hit the woman's face. Her stroke was easily dodged. Next, things started to happen very quickly. The woman put Grace on the ground, rested her foot on the seat, and laid the girl's hips over her knee. Grace's fists and legs kept flailing around all the time, but her efforts to break free were futile. Her blows appeared to have as much effect as a mosquito's bite on an elephant. With her free hand, the woman pulled Grace's pants down revealing two black garters sinking into the girl's plump buttocks. The slap that accompanied the first spank made Kevin shudder. Grace's body froze. Judging by the sharpness and intensity of the sound, the blonde didn't hold back. Grace's face froze as well, expressing incomprehension and shock. After the second smack, Grace bit her lower lip and squinted. After the third, she closed her eyes, pressed her lips tightly together, and hung her head down. The blonde hit her two more times, then helped her stand up. Dark, red hand-shaped brands adorned Grace's left buttock, contrasting sharply with her creamy skin. The defiance was gone from her beet-red face, replaced by defeat and shame. "Was my message clear, missy?" Grace dropped her gaze to the floor. "Yes," she replied quietly. "Good. Now please, sit down and don't interfere again." Grace pulled up her pants and stepped over her seat. She bit her lips and inhaled sharply when her bottom touched the bench. "Why are you still dressed?" the blonde barked at Sophie. The girl quickly got back to unbuttoning her blouse. Kevin shook his head. A spanking. He had no idea how old Grace had been before being turned into woman. Being handled like a ten year old girl and spanked must've been humiliating. However, her reaction was beyond disturbing. Kevin didn't know how he would react to this kind of treatment. In Grace's case, five slaps to her bare ass was all it took to turn her defiance and aggression into submissive meekness. "This way, miss," the woman pointed towards the chair. Sophie reluctantly stepped onto the dais. She was completely naked, except for her collar. Her body seen from the back was a picture of an ultra-feminine perfection: long slim legs, plump buttocks forming sexy creases with her thighs, wide hips, wasp-like waist, delicate creamy skin on her back, slender neck, and chestnut locks brushing her shoulder blades were all a feast for male eyes. The alluring image was only tainted by her somewhat awkward movements. "Hop on," the blonde who mounted the chair patted its surface. Sophie hesitated for a long while, staring at the chair. "Come on, sweetie," Anna sent her a warm smile. "Go ahead." Sophie breathed deeply and scrambled onto the chair. The short seat made it very difficult to stay seated. Her feet hung several inches above the floor providing no support and forcing her to clutch to the slanted backrest to avoid sliding down. The blondes grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs up, forcing Sophie to lie back. Next, her legs were spread to the sides and her claves put onto the stirrups mounted on the metal rods. Black bands attached at the ends of rods were promptly locked around her ankles, trapping her legs wide apart. Sophie tugged at the restraints with her legs several times as if testing if they were secure, but neither the rods, nor the bands budged even a fraction of an inch. One of them moved to Sophie's side, the other to between her legs. They continued to restrain her with wide, black bands around her upper thighs, waist, and wrists. When the women finished, Sophie's legs were spread high up and wide apart. Her buttocks were sticking several inches past the seat's edge, her crotch was shamefully exposed and readily available to whatever Anna had planned for her. "Thank you, ladies," Anna nodded towards the women. "I'll handle it from here." They turned to leave, one of them sending a long, sinister glance towards Grace. Anna approached Sophie and placed a small package on her tummy. "Don't worry," she placed her palm on the girl's forehead and smiled. "It won't hurt. Actually, you'll probably enjoy it." Sophie worriedly squinted at the small, plastic box resting on her stomach. To Kevin, its black bottom looked ominously familiar. Anna pealed the cover off and retrieved a small spray bottle. She shook it firmly and moved between Sophie's legs, making sure both Grace and Kevin had a clear view of the girl's crotch. When she picked the limp penis, Sophie's whole body tensed. She carefully sprayed the girl's crotch, from her anus to her tummy. "That will do," Anna put the spray bottle away. "What it is?" Sophie asked anxiously. "It's only adhesive, sweetie. Nothing to worry about. Now relax, time for the fun part." She started stroking Sophie's penis slowly, holding it between her fingers like the stem of a wine glass, her red, long fingernails flashing in the rhythm of the strokes. Kevin licked his lips involuntarily. Like yesterday, with Lily, he found Sophie's predicament incredibly erotic. The girl's bondage, exposed position, and reluctant submission were powerfully hitting buttons he had no idea were there. "There you go," Anna let the hardon slide from between her fingers. She retrieved another item from the package and unfolded it. It flapped between her fingers like a thin sheet of white opaque jelly. Its edges were apparently profiled to follow the shape of one's crotch. A very authentic mold of female vulva upon its surface left no doubts as to where Sophie would be wearing it. Anna stretched it over the tip of Sophie's penis. When she started pushing it down, the surface of the material distended, as if it was about to be torn open by the erect manhood. That didn't happen. Instead, Sophie's rod was slowly disappearing into the white material. Sophie was staring down towards her crotch with an expression of disbelief. She didn't blink even once, opening her eyes a bit wider with the progress the white surface was making towards her body. When it was about an inch over her skin, Anna stopped and pulled down on the part imprisoning Sophie's penis. She inserted her hand underneath it, fiddling with something, probably the sack, for a few seconds. Sophie yelped and buckled weakly in her bonds. "Easy, honey. It doesn't hurt, does it?" She didn't reply, just turned her head to the side. When the plastic touched her skin there was no sign she'd ever had a penis. The smooth, white layer formed a level surface on her pelvis. Anna stared stretching and smoothing it, making sure it followed every curve of the girl's body. Satisfied with the upper part, she turned her attention to Sophie's crotch. She squatted and pressed the part with vulva mold firmly against Sophie's flesh, then slowly ran her fingers around the edges. "Now stay like that for a minute or two, Sophie," she placed her hand on the girl's navel. "It may itch a little." Anna remained between Sophie's legs admiring her handiwork. Kevin's and Grace's eyes were fixated on the girl's exposed crotch; they both hardly even breathed. Several seconds later the white plastic started changing color. It was similar to the transition Lily's dreadful bra had undergone, expect here the plastic wasn't turning transparent. After roughly five minutes the plastic matched the color of Sophie's skin. Its edges were completely invisible, at least from Kevin's vantage point. The vulva between her legs didn't look artificial at all. If Kevin hadn't witnessed Anna's putting the thing on her, he would've sworn it was a real, alive organ. Everything was in there. The outer labia formed a feminine mound on Sophie's crotch, just like real one would. The pinkish slightly ruffled inner labia pressed against each other. Where they met, a tiny peak of clitoral hood stood out, now slightly open, with pinkish red clitoris poking from between its tight folds. "Looks ready to me," announced Anna. "Let's see if everything works as it should." She squatted between Sophie's legs and parted her inner lips, revealing the pink folds of her vagina's entrance. Sophie frowned and lifted her head. Anna brought her right index finger to the entrance and pushed it inside. Kevin couldn't believe his eyes. Anna's finger slowly inched its way into Sophie's body, but the girl seemed to be oblivious to it. Only when Anna's palm pressed against her crotch, did she furrow her brow and lift her head. "Uh, what's going on?" she asked anxiously. "Nothing, sweetie. Everything's fine down here." She slid her finger out of Sophie and turned towards Kevin and Grace. "Unfortunately, Sophie couldn't feel that. But this," she winked at them and pinched one of girl's lips, "she can feel." Sophie yelped in surprise and shuddered. She lifted her head, but Anna pushed it gently down. "And this," she slowly slid her finger over the clitoris, "should feel quite good. Does it, Sophie?" Sophie closed her eyes and turned her head away. Her face started turning red. "Well ladies, the throne will soon be vacant. Who's next?" Exactly fifteen seconds later Kevin stood completely naked, examining his panties. Grace was even faster. She didn't bother with the buttons, just ripped the blouse open sending them flying around. The garter belt was taken care of in similar way; she stretched it as far as it would go and pulled it down her legs along with the stockings. "I think you've just beaten our record, Grace," Anna smirked. She stood leaning against Sophie's thigh, legs nonchalantly crossed at ankles, her right hand resting on the girl's shackled ankle. Her left palm was on Sophie's pelvis, her index finger busily rubbing Sophie's clitoris. The girl lay with her eyes closed, clutching the edge of the seat. She breathed deeply through slightly parted lips, each breath causing her cute nostrils to flare. An absent expression on her lovely, flushed face indicated that Anna was getting to her. 'Shit, I can't believe it came to this,' Kevin complained silently as he stepped into the panties. He was sure he wouldn't fit into them; they seemed to be way too small for his wide hips. He pulled them up his legs cringing inwardly, wishing they were made of sandpaper. The transparent material felt like nylon on his skin, stirring up pleasant and very disturbing sensations everywhere it touched. He pulled the panties halfway towards his hips and tugged the waistband away. The hole peeked at him invitingly with the dark red interior exactly in the center of the satin insert. Kevin sighed and directed his penis towards the entrance. Its rock hard state made the job easier. Like Anna had said, the insides of the hole felt like silk or something similar; though Kevin would prefer a barbed wire. It took a bit of tugging and stretching to fit his sack through the hole, however with some gasping and yelping he managed to get the whole package inside. He pulled the panties up and to his surprise and dismay they stretched to accommodate his hips. The lacy waistband hugged his skin firmly, digging slightly into his flesh. There was no sign of his manhood between his legs; his pelvis now formed a continuous, smooth surface with his crotch. The filmy fabric clung to his skin tightly, making his lower body appear covered with a dense webbing of white roses. To Kevin, his lustrous, nylon covered flesh with the little rose sticking out below his navel looked like the surface of the Moon must have appeared to the first explorers. The image was frighteningly alien and awe inspiring at the same time. Despite his earlier concerns, the panties fit him perfectly. He found it hard to accept he was looking at his own body. He glanced at Grace. She too had finished putting on her panties. Like Kevin a moment ago she stared down with a blank expression on her face. Her hands hovered over the waistband as if readying to pull the garment down. Despite his best intentions, Kevin experienced a rush of arousal looking at Grace's pantied hips. Grace looked up and opened her mouth, but Anna silenced her by placing a finger over her lips. Her other hand was still busy with Sophie's clitoris. She smiled mischievously and increased her pace. Sophie responded by opening her mouth wider and panting. It looked like Anna's finger wouldn't stay busy for much longer. A minute or so later Sophie moaned and turned her head violently to the other side. Her knuckles whitened and her toes curled into balls. Her body tensed curving up and she moaned again, louder this time. Anna kept stroking her clitoris for a few more seconds, then moved to unlock her ankles and the bands holding her thighs. Next, she undid the remaining restraints and helped Sophie stand up. Sophie switched her vacant stare between Kevin and Grace several times, then her eyes popped wide. "Oh my God..." she whispered, covering her face. Anna took her hand and led her towards the seat. "There's no reason to feel embarrassed. I'm sure your friends are jealous." Sophie glanced briefly at Kevin and then at Grace. Her face flushed upon catching their eyes and she looked back down. She reached between her legs and froze. Meanwhile, Anna opened one of the dresser's drawers and began looking for something. "Is it... permanent?" Sophie asked quietly keeping her gaze down. "Of course not!" Anna retrieved a pair of lacy panties from the drawer and closed it. "You'll have to wait a while for the permanent one." Sophie didn't look relieved. "How do I remove it?" "You can't do it yourself, Sophie. We'll talk about it next week. Now," she handed her the new panties, "here's a new pair for you. No nasty black holes in them. Put them on, sweetie." Sophie examined the panties, frowning. They were a white, lacy thong with ruffled waistband and wedge. "May I go wash myself first?" She dropped her head again. "You will feel sticky and damp inside for some time, Sophie. That's how girls feel down there after sex. Start getting used to it. Now put on your panties, please. We've wasted enough time already." Sophie sighed and stepped into the panties. "Oh, and if some of it leaks out, don't worry. It happens sometimes. Most of it will stay on your panties anyway." Sophie pulled the panties over her hips and grimaced when the wedge separated her buttocks. She looked simply incredible in the thong. It became evident to Kevin that keeping his mind clear would be a very challenging task in this place. "Are your panties comfortable, girls?" asked Anna stepping onto the dais. "Mine are too small," complained Grace. "Mine too," Kevin agreed. Sophie lifted her head for a moment but remained silent. "Well, you're not wearing boxers, girls. Panties are supposed to fit your body closely, to accentuate your feminine charms. As women, you'll have to learn to give up convenience in order to look pretty and enticing. However, there are also certain advantages to female wardrobe. I'll bet the panties feel very nice on your skin, don't they?" She beamed at them. "But... come on, Anna," Grace looked at her pleadingly. "They don't even look like clothes; they look like... an invitation! Can I please wear something else?" Kevin was still surprised by Grace's change of manner. He wondered if it would last. "Sure, honey." Anna's smile widened. "You may choose something else to wear. Panties are in second drawer from the top." Grace opened the drawer and started scanning its contents. The revulsion on her face intensified every time she picked something up. Finally, she closed the drawer and returned to her seat. "These will do," she pouted quietly. "Whatever you say, Grace. Now, please sit down. We need to move on." Kevin's panties stretched even more around his buttocks and hips as he sat down, caressing his skin sensuously. The edge of the hole tugged gently on the base of his penis, making it brush against the silky lining of its hideout. It didn't help his concentration a bit. "I'm going to show you a short recording now." Anna pointed towards the screen. The screen lit up after a moment showing a naked woman with her front facing the camera, on a white, featureless background. She cast a shadow so you could see the floor; the walls however, were invisible. The only thing she wore except nail polish was the familiar, metal collar. Her body displayed the same set of tempting curves as his or Sophie's or Grace's. Her face was gorgeous and innocent, just like theirs. There were two differences however. She had a set of massive breasts moving up and down on her chest as she breathed. Her pose, with one leg straight, the other a short distance to her side, with the knee bent outwards, provided an unobstructed view of her labia. The camera slowly panned around the girl showing all her assets, then stopped in its original position. Kevin couldn't shake the notion that he knew the girl. "What do you think of her?" asked Anna. Nobody said anything. Kevin had no idea how to reply. The girl was hot, but that should be obvious to everyone, including Anna. "OK, girls. Rate her, please. Zero to ten. Caroline?" "Ten." "Sophie?" "Uh... ten." "Gracie?" "Eight. I prefer blondes." The picture faded out, then in. The camera still showed the same girl, in the same pose, with one difference; she now wore white socks. "Rate her now," Anna challenged. "Zero," said Kevin. He hated socks on sexy girls. They were one of his biggest turn offs. Sophie wrinkled her nose. "Uhm, nine." "She's still eight for me," said Grace. In the next scene, the socks were replaced with sheer black pantyhose. After the camera had finished panning, Anna asked them for their impressions again. Kevin started suspecting where this was heading. "Hmm, ten," Kevin said. "Seven," said Sophie. "Until she dyes her hair, she's eight to me." Kevin's suspicions were shortly confirmed. The next scene showed the girl wearing a black garter belt and black, sheer stockings with seams. As the camera panned, the source of light followed it, causing the nylon to shimmer enchantingly on the girl's long legs. "Eleven," announced Kevin. "Uhm, eleven," agreed Sophie. "I stand corrected. Ten." "That's why women wear stockings, ladies." Anna made a short pause and panned her sight across their faces. "They make our legs appeal to most men, and even some women will find them irresistible. They shimmer enchantingly when we walk, they swish subtly when our legs brush against each other, they set us aglow with sexual mystery." She paused again to look at them. "I'm sure each of you, looking at a sexy girl in a short skirt has wondered at one time or another what she had on her legs: stockings or pantyhose? You hoped her skirt would ride up to uncover the mystery. Am I right?" she smiled at them expectantly. Nobody answered. Kevin glanced to his right to find Sophie and Grace looking sideways, avoiding Anna's gaze. "Caroline?" "Uh... I don't really remember... maybe once... or twice," Kevin looked at the floor. He wasn't sure why he lied. He'd been wondering what Anna wore only an hour or so ago. However talking to her about this made him very uncomfortable. "Grace?" "Sure I did." "Sophie?" "Well, I guess it's normal for men to check out attractive women, isn't it?" "That's not what I asked, Sophie." "Of course I did." "And when did it happen the last time?" "Err..." Sophie looked to her side, "...not so long ago." Anna smile changed, becoming softer and mysterious. She looked at Sophie for a moment before continuing. "Good. Now that you know why, girls, you need to learn how. Our lovely Amanda will demonstrate how to put on a garter belt and stockings. Watch carefully." "Amanda!" That did ring a bell. The screen came back to life showing the same white background, except this time there was a white stool sticking out of the floor beside the girl. Amanda stood with her left arm loosely at her side, right hand resting on her hip, smiling tentatively. Now Kevin had no doubts; he was looking at the shy, lovely stewardess he'd met two days ago. He had no idea why he hadn't recognized her before. He'd been probably paying too little attention to her face, concentrating on the spectacular vistas below instead. In a way, she looked like a completely different person than the girl on the plane. Was it because she was naked? 'Maybe,' he thought. There was something else, however. The sight of her naked body made his blood rush faster, but his present lust for her was nothing compared to what he'd experienced on the plane, when she was dressed. Back then, the intensity of the feeling had been overwhelming. It had taken a lot of willpower to restrain his urges. Now, it was no different than looking at an adult magazine's centerfold. He was simply enjoying the sight of the exceptionally beautiful girl, finding her naked body very desirable. 'What's the difference?' wondered Kevin, 'was it about her clothing?' Unlikely, he decided. He'd seen a lot of girls dressed in sexy things, but never felt that kind of affection for them. Never felt compelled to jump them. 'Well, actually I did... the other day in cafeteria,' Kevin recalled his encounter with Alicia and Vanessa. It had to be about physical closeness; that was the only sensible explanation. He remembered his urges had diminished when the girls went their way. 'But what does it mean? Is something wrong with me, or them?' Amanda's voice broke his musings. "Hi," she smiled that tentative, shy smile at the camera, "my name's Amanda. I'll..." She glanced somewhere to the right, at something or someone located outside the camera's field of view. Whatever she saw made her bite her lower lip and look at the floor. When she lifted her head again, her smile was fuller, almost a grin, although it definitely lacked confidence. There was also a barely visible blush covering her cheeks. "I'll show you how to put on stockings. We begin with a garter belt." She lifted her hand showing a black garter belt to the camera. "If you've never put on one, the easiest approach is to lock the belt over your tummy and then turn it around into the correct position." Amanda wrapped the belt around her waist and brought the ends towards each other over her navel. She quickly locked the belt and slid it around her waist, then made another glance to the right. "OK. After you've had some practice, you'll find it faster to lock the belt behind your back. Like this." She took off the belt and deftly locked it behind her back. It looked like Amanda must've had a lot of practice with garter belts. "Now that the belt is on, we need make sure that the garters have appropriate length. They have sliders, which allow you to adjust their length. First, let's make sure that the back garters are a little longer than the ones in front." She turned facing away from the camera and started adjusting the back garters. When she finished, they were around two inches longer than the front ones. "This should be fine. We need them longer, because they'll have to stretch quite a bit when we sit or stoop down. If you'll make them too short, they might detach from your stockings. It will take some experimenting and practice to find the length that is right for you. In the end, the effect you want to achieve is that when you're standing, the garters have no slack, and they're pulling the stocking tops up a bit. The ones on the back should also push into your buttocks a little. This creates, uh..." she glanced to the right again, "a very sexy look." When she finished, her blush was visibly deeper. The picture froze and Anna walked up to the middle of the dais. "Well, ladies, pick up your garter belts." Kevin looked at his friends. Grace was looking to her right, at the dresser's top, and Sophie down at her flat crotch. "Do you need encouragement?" Sophie was the first to pick her garter belt. Kevin was next. Grace picked hers reluctantly with distasteful expression. "Good. Now take a closer look at your belts." They all looked identical. Flimsy bands of white lace, embroidered with a pattern matching that on their panties. The belts' bottoms had four wide, gentle protrusions with garters attached to their peaks. And of course, there had to be pink, satin bows. Four to be exact, each covering a spot where a garter attached to the belt. "Usually garter belts have eyes and hooks with several positions," continued Anna. "You should choose the right one for you to make sure the belt fits your waists. Make it too loose, and you'll find it very uncomfortable; it may even slide down when you sit. And this," she grinned, "would be very embarrassing, don't you think?" To Kevin, the prospect of putting the thing on was embarrassing enough. In addition, Anna's technical lecture was making him uneasy. She seemed to be purposefully ignoring the fact that she was talking to men, making it obvious at every occasion that to her they were "girls" or "ladies", for whom wearing lingerie should be a perfectly natural thing. "On the other hand, make it too tight, and it'll ruin the look. The belt will stretch too much and contract, ending up looking like a piece of rope. And it's the look we're after with lingerie, isn't it?" "Why are you telling us all of this?" Grace said with a disgusted grimace. "We're men! We won't spend an hour everyday in front of a mirror just to dress up!" "Of course you won't, Grace. By the time I'm done with you, you'll need much less than an hour to dress up. Now, may we continue?" Anna gave Grace an impatient look. Grace waved her hand dismissively. "Take a look at the garters. They have sliders you will use to adjust their length like Amanda has demonstrated. The clasps at their ends attach to the tops of stockings to hold them up on your legs. In the beginning you may find it somewhat difficult to attach them, especially the ones on the back. But as they say, practice leads to mastery," her smile widened, "and you'll get heaps of practice around here." "Now, ladies, do you have any questions?" Nobody answered. "Great, then. Now, I want you to adjust the garters. Make the back ones an inch or so longer then the front ones." It took a while for Kevin to figure out which garters were the back ones. Once he did, adjusting them turned out to be relatively easy. It took him a few tries to get the length he thought would be appropriate, and after a minute or so he was done. So was Sophie. Grace fumbled with her garters for another few minutes looking very unhappy. "Good," Anna raised her hands motioning them to stand up. "Now put on your belts, ladies. Lock them over your bellies, then twist around the way Amanda was doing it." Again, Kevin felt obliged to check his right side. Sophie was already wrapping the belt around her waist, her hands moving slowly and uncertainly, while Grace was staring at her belt doing nothing. Kevin sighed and followed in Sophie's footsteps. "Grace, do you require assistance?" annoyance was audible in Anna's so far controlled voice. Grace kept staring at her garter belt for a few long moments, as if looking for some kind of guidance there. Finally, she shook her head and sighed bringing the belt to her waist. Kevin found three sets of eyes on his belt's lock and decided to try the middle one. The elastic fabric stretched around his waist constricting his skin gently. 'Too tight,' he quickly decided and switched to the loosest position. "Splendid, sweetie." Anna sent a hearty smile towards Sophie and turned to Kevin. "A notch tighter, Caroline, or you'll lose it and won't even notice when it's gone." "You too, Grace. And don't worry, it won't bite you." A moment later Anna nodded approvingly towards each of them in turn and told them to sit down. Kevin couldn't help wincing at the delicate tickling of the loose garters. It felt as if four feathers brushed against his skin every time he made even a tinniest movement. 'At least I don't have a fake vagina or red, stinging ass,' he consoled himself inwardly. It seemed his plan to pretend cooperation was paying off. Sort of, at least. He was sure he was the least visible 'girl' in the group. "OK, now that I have the garter belt on, I'll show you how to put on the stockings," Amanda continued her demonstration. Kevin looked at Anna, curious how she controlled the display. He didn't notice her using a remote or any other item that could perform a similar function. Amanda picked up a black stocking off the floor and sat down on the stool. "This is a plain hose," she raised the stocking up and stretched it. "There's no Cuban heel, no reinforcements, no embellishments, and no seam on it. Stockings like this are the easiest to put on, all you have to do is roll them in your hands, and then unroll them