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FINDING MYSELF By Enya Pierre PART 1 - NEIGHBORS I had known Allie for the best part of a year - we had met in the simplest of ways: we lived in adjoining rooms in the nurses' hostel at the local hospital. She worked as a nurse and loved every minute of it: she told me that even as a young girl she had spent her time nursing her toys, bandaging them, feeding them - helping them get better. I guessed that the secret of her success was that she never yielded to argument - what she said was law and patients had better understand that! Although I lived next to her, I wasn't a nurse. I'm not sure I could have coped with the blood and all the other things that nurses are used to. I worked at the nursing school in administration and they let me stay in the hostel (yes - it was mixed) as my family were from the other side of the country. Let me explain a little about the layout of the hostel. They were all single rooms, quite spacious with a bed, lounge area and a bathroom as well, almost like a small apartment. But kitchens were shared - pairs of rooms had a lockable door that opened into a galley-style kitchen that was shared between the two residents. I suppose it was odd that they had a mixed couple sharing a kitchen in this case, but it had never caused us any problems. Initially, I had asked Allie in for a drink one evening - I was so pleased when she agreed - and I guess we had a great time (I did anyway, and I really hoped she felt the same). It was a while later when she returned the invitation - for supper! She produced a wonderful salad and I realized how she came to have such a great figure. Let me describe her: she is tall for a girl (around 5'9"), with a beautifully slender figure - pert breasts and narrow hips - and long silky blonde hair. I look rather different - I'm around the same height, not slight but certainly not with a lot of muscle and not too heavy (though not too fit either!) My hair sits on my collar but it's standard mouse colored! We kept this up occasionally and we even went to the movies together - OK, it they were chick flicks but that's what she wanted to see and I wasn't going to risk arguing with her. She kept asking me whether I minded and even seemed a bit surprised when I said no. My hopes were getting raised as time went on - there wasn't really anything physical in our relationship, but I still felt that we had something. Sometimes I felt she treated me as a convenience, just as someone to make use of because I was there. She treated me more as a friend than a boyfriend - but maybe things would change! It was late October when Allie said she had to go to visit her aunt near where she had been at high school to pick up some clothes that had been left there - her aunt was having the house redecorated and was clearing out at the same time. She was going to stay over and asked if I wanted to come along with her. It sounded great to me! Later that day, she told me she had rung her aunt and made the arrangements for her to bring me down with her. So when Saturday morning came, I put on a plain white T-shirt, old jeans and sneakers, packed a small bag and we got into her car (she preferred to drive) and set off. She said it was a few hours' drive, so I relaxed and she listened to some Toni Braxton (it was loud!) After we had been going a while, her cell phone rang and she answered it while driving - which woke me up! It was her aunt: "Hello, Alison. Just let you know I have had to put you two in the same room because the decorators haven't finished yet. I hope that's OK. I'm so looking forward to meeting Christine - or is it Christina?" There was a pause while she waited for Allie to respond; in fact Allie swerved as what her aunt had said dawned on her. When she regained control, she replied "Uh...yes, that's fine of course, Auntie! Uh...Christina - Tina. See you soon!" Her aunt muttered something else about meeting someone called James whom we would also meet apparently. Allie sounded pleased, said goodbye and hung up. "Now wait a minute!" I said. "Did you tell her I was a girl?" "No - of course not, silly!" Her brows furrowed as she tried to work out what had happened and what she should do about it. "I told her I had a friend called Chris from the nurses' hostel and she must have assumed I meant Christine!" She laughed out loud, stole a glance across at me and looked thoughtful. "Houston, we have a problem!" she said laughing again. "You're going to have to be a girl for the weekend!" "No way!" I replied quickly. "That's not what I came for!" "No arguments," she said firmly, "My aunt is old fashioned and there is no way she would let you sleep in the same room as me. Let me think...." "There's no way she is ever going to think I'm a girl, Allie! Look at me!" I was right - although my voice was quite high (much to my embarrassment I had often been mistaken for a woman on the telephone), the rest of me, while by no means macho certainly didn't look feminine. "We'll have to see what we can do. Let me see....hair......Ah! Wait a minute." She picked up her phone again, scrolled thru the names and made a call. "Hi, Maria! Long time.....yeh, I'm good. And you? Great! Now listen - I've got a problem that I think you can help me with...yes, you can. I'm heading into town with a guy and he needs to look like a girl for the weekend.......yes, wouldn't you like to know, but I'll tell you when I see you. If I come in about half an hour, can you give him a treatment so that he would pass in a dark room? No - I won't be spending the weekend in a dark room with him, but your work will be a start. OK - are you sure? We don't have a lot of time as my aunt is expecting us. Great. Owe you one. See you soon." As she put the phone down, I burst out "Whoa! What is this? Don't I get a say? This is not for me." "Oh yes it is, Tina - and no you don't get a say unless you want to get out and walk home. It'll be fun anyway - treat it like a joke! It's only a couple of days." "But your aunt will know!" I insisted, smarting at being called Tina. "You haven't met my aunt. She's wonderful for her age but she isn't quite with it and her sight is very poor. I'm sure that with a few little changes she won't be able to tell." "What 'few little changes'?" I demanded. "I don't know yet, but I'm working on it." She giggled, obviously having fun. I wasn't so sure but I didn't want to spoil what could be a great weekend spent with Allie, so I kept quiet and waited; maybe that was my mistake. It didn't take too long before we pulled up outside a stylish hair salon. She jumped out of the car and almost pulled me with her. I hardly had time to pick up my bag, which I didn't want to leave in full view in the car. "Come on, be quick - we haven't got a lot of time!" We went in the door and my nose was assailed by the smell of hair sprays and perfumes and coffee. Coffee? I had forgotten that ladies hair takes so long that they get coffee as part of the service. "Hi, Allie!" A young dark haired stylist ran over and hugged Allie warmly. "You're looking so good! And you still have the complexion that you had in high school." "And you look great too, Maria!" "Yeh - but that's my job!" She turned to look at me. "So this is the victim, is it?" She held out her hand, "Hi, I'm Maria - and you are.....?" "My name's Chris" I replied. "No, it's not - not this weekend - it's Tina!" insisted Allie. Before I could say another word of protest, Maria, propelled me across the salon to the far corner where she sat me down. "Now let's see what we can do!" "Hold on!" I protested. "Shush!" said Allie in the way that only she can. I subsided for a moment, as she went on "What I want is a quick job to take what he has got and make it look female. That's all!" "Hm." Mused Maria, "I think we could do something - how long have I got? Can you give me at least an hour?" Before I could open my mouth - not that the question was addressed to me - Allie said "Make it 45 minutes! While you are doing him (she giggled) I'll go and buy a few other essentials!" She leaned over to Maria and whispered a few other things in her ear; Maria nodded and grinned. "OK - I'll do my best" replied Maria, moving me quickly over to a washbasin, pushing my head back and beginning to wash my hair: I hardly had time to draw breath! I had to admit that the experience of having my hair washed by a beautiful young woman almost made it all worthwhile! She seemed to be doing it very thoroughly, and was adding more than just the shampoo and maybe conditioner I was used to when I washed it myself. When I asked her what she was doing, she just said that she was trying to liven up the color as well as she could in the time she had. I guessed that was why she waited while whatever it was that she was using took effect. A soon as she had finished, she moved me back over to where I had started and started work on cutting. Don't ask me what she did - I know more now than I did then about women's hair, but all I can tell you is that it involved lots of moving hair around and rollers. While she was cutting, she looked at my hands. "Oh, dear!" she didn't like what she saw. "Trudy!" she called across the salon "Can you and Debbie get over here now for a quick rescue job?" "Sure can." As soon as the girls came over - bringing trays of equipment with them - Maria took them to one side and whispered something to them. They nodded and smiled knowingly. One of the girls worked hard on my hands, while the other slipped off my sneakers and socks and began on my feet. I have to admit again, it felt kind of nice having 3 girls working on my body while I sat there. While they worked, they asked me why I was doing this. "Good question!" I replied "I'm not really sure." I had heard Allie explain to Maria the situation with her aunt and Maria had laughed and told the other girls too. "Let's just say I hope it's worth it!" They all laughed and agreed. It was only when I saw that Trudy was painting my toe nails with a pink varnish that I pulled my foot away. "Hey - what are you doing?" "What I'm told, of course!" she smiled, "and so should you!" She grabbed my foot back and went on: "Don't worry, it's only nail varnish and it's only your feet. We're not going to put it on your hands - we'll use a clear varnish on them." I wasn't sure that what she said made me feel any better, but at least it was only my feet. In the meantime, Maria finished on my hair, spraying different stuff all over it, and asked me to move carefully over to a hair dryer - making sure not to spoil the work the other girls had done on my nails. She sat me under a drying hood (I had always wondered what it was like under there!) but told me not to read a magazine until my nails were dry; at least I think that is what she was saying as the hood drowned out her voice pretty effectively. Did women really have all this to put up with? After a while, one of the other girls saw I wasn't reading so pushed a copy of Cosmo into my hands. Time passed really quickly. Allie reappeared, laden with packages, while I was still there - and she smiled an enormous smile to see me under a hair dryer reading a magazine. I hoped she didn't notice that it was open to an article on how to catch your man - I really don't know why I was reading it. Maria came back over and took my out from under the dryer, moved me back over to my chair, and began to remove all the rollers, combing carefully as she did so. I looked in the mirror when she had taken them all out and hardly recognized myself. I had a very feminine pageboy cut that framed my face (and tickled in a way I wasn't at all used to!) and - what's more - it was a beautiful golden color. "I'm sorry, Allie - I couldn't get any more done on the color in the time. I would have loved to have got some highlights - she would look so good! The style should last her the weekend if she's careful." "That's great, Maria - you've done so much! And her nails too! Fantastic!" "That's my girls - they can make nails look like magic. Just bring her again another day when you have more time and I'll do a proper job on her hair!" "Hold on!" I interrupted the girls as they talked about me as if I wasn't there, "I'm a guy! What's with the 'she' and 'her'? And there won't be 'another day'!" "Oooo! Sorry, love - I'm not used to male customers. But you are going to be a girl for the weekend, aren't you, so I guess it's only fair to treat you like one." "Well, it isn't for real, so take it easy!" I replied - a bit weakly. Allie ignored me, leaned over and whispered something to Maria. She smiled "Yes, of course, that would finish her off well. Hold on." She disappeared for a few moments and returned with a bottle and some more tools - I couldn't believe how much equipment was needed for women's appearance. Maria lifted my page boy curl from one of my ears and wiped the ear lobe with some liquid; before I knew what she was doing, she took something in her hand, placed it over the lobe and snapped it. I jumped - she had just pierced my ear. Trudy cleaned it up and slipped a dangling earring through the hole while Maria did the same on the other side. "Hey! I don't want pierced ears!" "Shush!" said Allie, "All women have pierced ears and my aunt will love to see you have earrings on. Don't forget - this is all part of the package to convince her." I was rapidly wondering how far she was intending to go in this 'package', but it was too late to un-pierce my ears now anyway. Allie took charge again and turned up the pace. "Maria, do you have a room where Tina can change - there are one or two things we need to do to complete the look?" She had a twinkle in her eye as she said it and I wondered what was in the bags she was holding. "Sure - there's the staff locker room; I can make sure nobody goes in for a few minutes if that's OK?" "Great, thanks, Maria. Come on, Tina - we've got work to do!" "What work?" If we were going to see a nearly blind aunt, hadn't we done enough? She bent down to where I was seated and hissed sweetly in my ear: "You'll see! Get your butt in that locker room or there'll be trouble!" I sighed - there was no point in arguing, so I followed her meekly thru the door and closed it behind us. "Maria's done a great job, hasn't she? Now you just need to get changed and we're all done." "Get changed into what?" I asked nervously, as she opened the first bag. "Look, Chris," I relaxed as she at least called me by my name, softening me with her doe eyes that made arguing impossible. "If we're going to do this, we've got to do it properly. When it's all over, we'll both laugh at what we have done!" I nodded cautiously. "So you have to wear clothes that support the idea that you are a girl. Not a skirt or anything, but just something that looks...well, less boyish." I nodded again - what she was saying made sense. "So we start with something to keep your boys' parts out of the way! The best I can do for now is something women have to wear if their stomach is too big - just the thing for hiding your stuff too! It's a firm control panty girdle. Nothing dangerous about that, is there? "Then, instead of your jeans, a simple pair of jog pants. Sound OK?" Again I nodded. "Up top is a bit more difficult. Your chest doesn't do the job - sorry! We've got to fill it out a bit to look more realistic. Still making sense?" And again. "You can use your T shirt and we'll just cover it with a jog top to match. Something on your feet - and that's it! OK? Let's go!" I sighed and was about to slip my jeans off when I realized that I had never done that in front of Allie before. I hesitated. She noticed and said "OK - I'll look the other way until you tell me to turn!" "Sorry," I said "I didn't mean..." "No problem - I'm sure I would have done the same if our positions were reversed." She opened the packet and handed me the panty girdle, before turning round. "I think you look great, you know" she said, which encouraged me enormously. "Thanks" I said, slipping off my jeans and boxers and wrestling with the tight fitting garment. She had found one that was more than just a pair of panties - there was a cuff on each leg which stopped it cutting into me and the waist band went up to my rib cage. As I pulled it up, I reached inside it with my hand and pushed my penis down between my legs; it felt tight, but not painful. When I had finished, it certainly took away the bump from my front. The top pulled in my waist a bit too. It was like a pair of cycling shorts gone into overdrive. "Can I turn round now or do you want the jog pants first?" Allie asked sweetly. "Uh...I guess it's OK now," I replied, reckoning that it showed less than a pair of swim trunks. She turned round and her face broke into a big grin. "That's perfect!" she said "I wasn't sure the girdle would do the job, but I think it's fine for now at least." I wasn't sure what 'for now' meant when she said it, but I was pleased that she was happy 'for now'. She dove into the next bag and pulled out a pair of jog pants. They were light gray and as she held them up I could see a pale pink stripe down the side of each leg. She held them out to me and I slipped them on - they fit well. I didn't feel so bad now - the pants could have been male except for the pink stripe and that was no big deal. "Now take your T-shirt off. But be very careful of your hair." I slipped it off, exposing my less-than-impressive muscular torso. She looked at it thoughtfully but didn't say anything. She turned back to the first bag and took out a bra. I guessed this was coming from what she had said, but I still swallowed nervously. She held it out to me. "Go on." I took it and explored how it would go on. After a moment, she smiled and said "Let me show you! Put round your waist, clip it together, move the clips to the back then put your arms thru the shoulder straps. That's not hard. Another time, I'll show you how to do it the proper way." I followed her instructions and it worked fine. She adjusted the straps to make sure the height was about right. It felt soft and cozy. "Hm. I had hoped the padding would be enough but we're going to have to pad it with something else." She looked around. "We could try your socks I guess....or...wait a minute, I'll ask Maria." She slipped back into the salon and in a moment, Maria came back in with Allie following. "I know just the thing" said Maria, "What better padding for a bra than milk. We get pints of milk for the coffee in soft plastic refill bags - they would fit perfectly!" She went thru into the small kitchen area and opened the refrigerator. "We always have a few here," she said as she looked over the shelves. "That's unusual, we don't seem to.....oh, OK, there is some in the jug but the others are still frozen." Allie giggled "That's no problem - can she have a couple?" "Of course" said Maria, bringing two rock-hard bags of milk with her. "Try these for size!" She held them out to me. As I hesitated, Allie grabbed them and slipped them inside my bra. They were freezing cold on my skin! I moaned but got no sympathy. They certainly looked impressive. They stood out from my chest like Madonna armor plating. "They'll be fun for you until they melt!" Maria giggled. Allie joined in and they hugged each other until they regained control. I wasn't so sure it was funny. "Quick - get your T-shirt back on......carefully" said Allie. I did so. It looked weird, with my frozen chest sticking out. "Now put the jog top on." She handed me the top to go with the pants. It was the reverse color scheme, in pale pink with gray trim. It had a zipper up the front and a hood (which I didn't use). "Great - nearly there!" said Allie. "We've really got to go, so just slip on these shoes." She opened the last bag and handed me a pair of open white sandals with a low heel. "Can't I wear my sneakers - or maybe some running shoes?" "Wear what you are given, Tina - these will look great, and you can learn to walk in heels. We have to all the time so now it's your turn." I sighed, sat down on the bench and slipped my feet into the sandals, fixing the buckles. She had got just the right size - I guess that, even though my feet are small for a guy, they are still big for a girl. I stood up, struggling a bit to regain my balance as my body wasn't used to the heel angle. Allie and Maria clapped in excitement. "That's perfect!" Allie exclaimed, "Your nail color is just right for the jog suit and everything else is perfect too. Just one more thing..." She reached into the last bag and handed me a small purse on a chain in the same gray that made the jog suit. I took it without thinking and put it on my shoulder. She looked at me as if I was a prize pet she was about to enter for a show, then turned and shared a high five with Maria. "Yay! Who's doing the make up?" said Maria. "Enough!" I said - more in hope than command. But I was saved by Allie - a bit at least. She has a gift of making you feel that things could have been a lot worse when she has already got away with a lot. "I agree, Tina" she said, "That's why you'll just find lipstick and perfume in your purse. That will be enough for now." There was that 'for now' again. I looked inside my purse ('my' purse, did I say?) and found the lipstick. While I working out how it opened, Maria took it from me, told me to purse my lips and she applied it for me. I guess I was grateful in that I didn't know how to do it! "Keep checking it, won't you?" she smiled. I nodded, wondering how often. She handed it back and asked for the perfume. I gave it to her willingly, appreciative of her leadership - a fact not lost on Allie. Maria sprayed perfume all over my neck and slid my sleeves up my arms to do the same to my wrists. She handed it back triumphantly. "That's it! You 'shall' go to the ball!" I did a little twirl, maybe feeling that I ought to enter into the spirit of things a bit more - after all, I was going to share a room with Allie tonight! I almost fell over my heels in doing so - which caused the girls to laugh a lot more again. At least this game was giving somebody a good time! "Look at the time" said Allie "we really must fly! My aunt will be worried about us! Come on Tina!" We said our goodbyes to Maria - and to Trudy and Debbie as we walked back thru the salon - before we made it back to Allie's car. She engaged drive straightaway and we headed out to the suburbs to her aunt's house. It was only when we had got some way down the road that I realized I had left my bag and the clothes I had changed out of in the salon. "Whoa! Can we go back to the salon - I left all my stuff there!" "Oh, dear - don't worry, we can get them another time. I'm sure we can manage with what you've got. I will call Maria and maybe we can pick it up tomorrow." "But how am I going to manage?" "It depends what you are missing" she said firmly, her driving showing no signs of slowing. "Hm?" "Well - I've left my jeans and boxers and sneakers for a start, and..." "But you don't need those. What else?" "Of course I do - I can't wear this jog suit all weekend!" "Why not? It suits you so well - you look really good in it!" "But that's OK for your aunt to know I'm a...I mean to think I'm a girl, but we won't be spending the whole time with her, will we?" "True. So we'll have to improvise, won't we? Anyway - with your hair like that, it's easier to make you look like a girl than a boy so you wouldn't need your clothes anyway." She said that with such confidence and finality that I couldn't think of an argument against her. "But I'll need to shave!" I said triumphantly. "No problem - you can borrow a lady razor. You could shave your legs too!" she giggled. I slumped in the car seat, realizing she had beaten me. I was stuck until we got home tomorrow night - or at least got my things back from Maria, but I knew that Allie would only get them when she was ready. I pouted; she grinned. She knew she had won. Eventually, the car turned into a driveway and pulled up outside a beautiful house. Allie turned to me. "Now don't forget, Tina - best behavior, smile sweetly, walk and talk like a young lady!" She turned and slid out of the car before I could respond. By the time I had got out of the car, her aunt had appeared on the porch and was giving her a big hug. She turned to me and said "You must be Christina! How lovely to meet you!" She gave me a hug too and turned to go inside; clearly she was not very mobile and walked only with difficulty. "Tina - can you bring my bag in please, while I help Aunt Mary." "Sure" I replied, trying to sound as concerned as I could. I found Allie's bag in the trunk and carried it in. Allie and her aunt had moved into the kitchen and were making some coffee. I realized it was something special for her aunt to have someone staying - and especially to see her niece - so I relented a bit. Maybe I had been too hard on Allie and it wasn't going to be so bad after all. "And did I tell you that I spoke to James, my dear?" "You said something on the phone, aunt, yes." "Well, when he heard you were coming with a friend and staying over, he insisted that you went to some sort of party tonight. It must be some sort of fancy dress because he left packages for you and a note - I think he is coming to collect you both later. I said I was sure that would be OK." I glared at Allie - she looked very happy at the idea. Who was this James guy, anyway, and what was with the fancy dress? At least it might be something to restore my masculinity. I tried to be optimistic - otherwise maybe Allie and I could go somewhere else. "It sounds great - I'm sure we would love to go, wouldn't we Tina?" I tried to force a smile. "I'm not sure I'm up to it, Allie - let's see what this guy has left for you." "Do you know James, Christina? He and Alison were great friends for many years - I wondered if he might reappear!" She smiled knowingly at Allie and then in my direction; I tried hard to look encouraged on Allie's behalf, while becoming quickly resentful of this guy who had appeared on my pitch out of nowhere. "Yes - let me show you your room, girls. I've had to put you in the room at the front, but at least it's got its own bathroom so I'm sure you'll be comfortable there together." "Don't worry, Aunt," said Allie "You don't need to come up the stairs - we'll go on up and get ready." "Thank you, Alison. I asked James to leave his packets on the bed for you. I'm just going to see my neighbor and I expect I'll see you in the morning. If you need anything, I'm sure you know where it is." "Thanks, aunt - don't you worry about us at all, we'll be fine." Allie grabbed my arm firmly and propelled me out the door back into the hall. I picked up her bag and she all but dragged me up the stairs. At least the front bedroom had one redeeming feature - and I mean one. There was one bed - a double. I smiled at her; she glared back at me again. "Don't you get any ideas, Tina! We'll have to see about that later!" There were some empty boxes in the corner of the room with some packing tape, and the closet looked to be full of clothes - I guess these were the ones she was due to collect: there were certainly enough to fill her car on the way home. She walked over to the bed and picked up the note that was laying there, alongside a couple of clothes carrier bags that must have been left by James; she took the note over to a chair by the window to read it. I was disconcerted that she was amused by what it said and she even laughed. It looked as if James was important to her. "Right, Tina! You and I have a helluva party to get ready for!" "What sort of party is it?" I said carefully, "and what are the costumes?" I wasn't going to commit to anything until I knew more! "Don't worry your little head, Tina. We've only got an hour to get ready before James picks us up. I'll tell you what he said while we get ready...." She told me that James is this year's president of the local Sports Club and that it is the president's job to organize a party every fall (around Halloween time) for the members. Apparently, James does parties big time and he chose a theme for this one 'Friends, Romans & Countrymen.' It was a quote from a speech by Mark Antony in the play Julius Caesar by Shakespeare. So everyone had to dress in something appropriate. That sounded OK to me so far. Because he was the president, he was going as Mark Antony. When he heard Allie was going to be around, he insisted that she should go as Cleopatra. For those of you who don't know the story (which I did), Mark Antony and Cleopatra had a steamy passionate affair - something I didn't like the sound of. He didn't know anything about me, so didn't really mind what I went as, but he realized I needed a costume too so thought that since Allie would be the only person I knew there, I could go as her slave. Hm. I had a picture of myself in a loincloth, fanning her with a palm branch. "Let's see what the costumes are like then" Allie said excitedly. She opened the first bag, marked "Allie" and took out a beautiful long robe in pure white cotton, with gold trim that made it look very regal. It looked to have a train and there was a headpiece with a tiara. Wow - she would look quite something in that! "Mmmmm!" she purred, "Gorgeous." She held the material close to her face and dreamed. I cleared my throat. "Shall we look at mine?" I asked. "Yours, slave?" she laughed, "Why not?" She pulled down the zipper on the other bag and, instead of a simple outfit of maybe shorts (perhaps not a loincloth!) and tunic; there was something long and very feminine. Oh, no! James thought I was going to be a girl too! "No way!" I burst out, "You can go but I'm not wearing that!" I backed away. It seemed to be a three-piece outfit, with a gold satin full- length slip, a coarser outer shift in black flecked with gold, and what looked like something between a matching swim cap and a Darth Vader helmet. There was some other stuff rattling about in the bottom of the bag, but I had seen enough. "Why not, Tina? It's beautiful! You will look fantastic in it!" "That's not the point, Allie, and you know it. It's not how I would look but the fact I would look like a girl!" "Exactly - that's precisely how you will look and you will turn a few heads too! I will have to make sure I keep my slave in her place." She giggled. "Now come on - we haven't much time. I will get you ready first because you will need makeup." "No!" I protested, "I can stay here - you go to the party." That wasn't really what I wanted as I wanted to spend time with Allie - and I certainly didn't want this guy James to have a clear field. She turned round to me with a stern face, looked me up and down, smiled and said: "Tina, my sweet, you are a beautiful woman, you're going to look even better tonight, and if you don't fall in line, don't count on getting any response from me - after the party, or ever again. Understood?" I swallowed. She had me again; she knew what I wanted and I was stuck here with very little choice. She smiled again. "So be a good girl and take your jog suit and T-shirt off so that you can put this beautiful costume on instead." She stood and waited. I complied. As I eased my T-shirt over my head, she pushed at my breasts with her hand. "The milk has worked really well, hasn't it?" she giggled. I stuck my tongue out. "We haven't time for a shower, but you'll need to shave before I do your makeup - have a quick wash before you put the costume on." I nodded, went into the bathroom and washed quickly. When I came back out, she had unpacked all the costume. The satin slip was clearly going to be a tight fit; even though dear James had tried to provide something big enough for most girls, it wasn't designed for a male chest. She got me to hold my arms out and she slid it over my head and then worked it down my torso carefully. The difficult parts were my shoulders and around my stomach. "We'll have to get rid of some of that fat off you, won't we?" she mused to herself. I didn't answer. Finally, the slip slid down my legs, reaching my ankles. I had to admit it felt really good against my skin. It was quite high up to my neck, so it hid my bra and milk supply away quite effectively. As I looked down, the girdle still kept a good flat front as well. "Now the robe." She lifted it off the hanger. It was a coarse fabric - a bit like linen, but probably a manmade alternative - so that it would not upstage the slave's mistress. I was surprised at how heavy it was. This one at least had a zipper up the back so I was able to step into it and put my arms into the sleeves, which were long and loose. Allie pulled up the zipper quickly, pulling the robe closely on to my body, and came round to look at me. "Wow!" she said, "That's some outfit! What do you think?" I felt weighed down by the material, but there was no denying that it was well made. There was no collar, the neckline curving to a point where my cleavage would have been beneath the slip. "Try walking, slave!" laughed Allie. I did so, and immediately realized that I could only take short steps because of the tightness of the slip. There were no slits in the side and it fell straight to the floor - although the robe itself was a bit fuller, it was slightly longer and hid the fact that the slip was so severe. She put her hands to her mouth in laughter: "Wonderful!" I realized that it was something a woman would be more used to, but to me it was weird. To Allie, it was clearly hilarious. "OK, OK!" she said as she recovered, "It will be easier with shoes, don't worry." "But it's too long anyway, Allie - I would be tripping over the robe all the time. It won't work." "Oh, yes it will. Why do you think we wear heels? They will do three things - first they make it easier to walk in tight skirts and second they lift you so that the full length isn't quite as long. Simple! All we have to do is get the right heel for you! The third thing is that they make your legs look more beautiful, but that doesn't matter under a long dress. "But we'll sort the heels in a minute - you need a lot of makeup to go with this. Eyes especially." She sat me down (difficult enough with the tightness of the girdle now combining with the slip) and began to work - quickly and capably. I couldn't see what she was doing of course, but my eyes were sore from all the poking and rubbing that was going on. When she had finished, she showed me in a mirror. It was incredible: she had made my complexion, my cheeks, a pale shade of off white and my eyes were deeply outlined in black - black mascara, black eye shadow, and black lids. Very Egyptian. She had also used a vivid red lipstick and gloss on my lips. "Now then, the finishing touches!" she said excitedly. She took the headgear and eased it carefully over the top of my head without spoiling her handiwork until it fit snugly. As I said, it was like a swim cap but it had a back to it which lay on my shoulders and it also covered my ears by fitting under my chin. It was more like a silky Darth Vader helmet with a skirt at the back. The result was that all that was visible of my head was from my forehead to just below my mouth. You couldn't even see my hair - after all I had to go thru! Allie completed the look by sliding a ring of black rope flecked with gold on top of my head - Egyptian style, I guess. "Now, shoes....let me see. You can't wear the white sandals and the ones that came with the costume are far too small for you." I thought that was a shame as they had no heels and would be easier - although I understood her point about lifting my legs so I didn't trip. "Maybe Ingrid can help..." "Ingrid?" I said, looking anxiously around, "Who is she?" "She's the girl who used to lodge with my aunt - she's from Sweden, but she left. She asked Aunt Mary to store some stuff for her in case she needed it, but she ended up getting hitched and moving to South America!" she said as she checked thru the closet to see what shoes she had left. "Ah! These might be just right!" she said, pulling out a pair of black sandals with rope straps that wound up your leg - but with heels that must have been 3" at least. "No way - I can't wear those!" I cried. "Nonsense," she replied, "just wait till you have them on - you'll find the skirt is a lot easier!" I didn't really believe her but she was going to put them on me anyway. "Stay sitting down." She slipped one of the sandals onto my right foot, wound the laces up my calf and tied them off. Then she did the same for the other foot. At least my feet fit inside them OK. "Now stand up." I took her hand and stood, taking time to find my balance on the new heels - they were so high! "Now walk around!" I moved as well as I could, concentrating so much on the heels that I didn't even notice the tightness of the skirt. "See - they're fine! Now for my outfit!" "But....but..." "But what, honey? You're all ready and I'm not even started, so don't cause me any problems while I change. You can walk up and down for a bit when I'm dressed but for now you can close your eyes: sit on that chair." I sat as instructed and she zipped the garment bag over my head so that I could not see her dressing. After a few minutes she stood behind me and took the bag off my head. "Get walking round while I do my make up!" she ordered. I set off, walking up and down and round, desperately trying to look as normal as I could. As I did so, I was so conscious of how beautiful she looked. She looked like a queen indeed - powerful, strong and unbelievably attractive. "Allie", I said. "Yes - what is it? Quickly, I am concentrating on my makeup!" "Sorry - I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked", I said, maybe a bit lame. She smiled and stopped for a moment. "Thank you. If you are going to be my slave, you have to keep saying positive things about me all night - OK? It's in the job description! I will expect it at all times!" "Sure, Allie", I answered, unsure whether my compliment had earned me any points or not. I kept on walking; it was getting easier, although my legs were beginning to feel a bit sore from the raised heel position. She was finished in about another 10 minutes and she had done an amazing job. She had done her eyes just like in books (or even Elizabeth Taylor) with black lines curving from her eyes. She stood up and said "What do you think, slave?" "Wow, Allie!" was all I could say. "Kneel when you are in my presence, slave! And you will call me 'Your Majesty' at all times. Do you understand?" I thought I had better play the game with her so I tried to kneel - but I couldn't work out how to in a long dress and heels! She burst out laughing again at my efforts. "OK, OK - maybe just a curtsy will have to do for now! Try that!" She showed me how to do a curtsy - even that wasn't properly possible with the skirt, but she said she was happy with it as long as I kept my eyes on the ground in front of me and did not dare to look a queen in the face. "Yes, Your Majesty!" I replied as I curtsied. She purred with approval. As she did so, a car horn sounded outside. "Oh, no - James is here already!" She picked up her train and ran to the window and called down to him to come into the hallway and he could wait - women can always get away with that! "Now, what else is there?" She carefully placed the headdress and tiara on her head and she was ready. I have to say - she was fabulous! I would have done anything for her at that moment - it seemed as if she had me doing anything she wanted anyway... "Hold on - your chains!" "Chains? What chains?" "You're a slave - the costume comes with a set of chains all for you!" So that was the rattling in the bottom of the bag. She picked up a selection - there seemed to be a collar with a chain, and two lengths with leather cuffs on each end - presumably one for legs and one for wrists. "Surely, A......Your Majesty, that isn't necessary, is it?" "Well......" she looked doubtful, "Maybe we'll ask James. Let's go and see him. Slip the collar on anyway - at least you will look like a slave then." In fact she slipped it around my neck under my headgear and clicked the catch before I could do anything - she knew I would only have argued. "Don't forget," she looked at me knowingly, "we are going to sleep in that bed tonight. If you don't want to be banished out of it, your behavior had better be perfect from here on. Now, bring my train, slave." She moved toward the door and I grabbed her train and followed behind her as well as I could. The stairs were a new challenge but I got down without any mishaps - I think the task of carrying her train helped keep my mind occupied. James and another guy were in the hallway. Allie headed straight for him and gave him an enormous hug. "Sorry, James - no kiss with this makeup!" He smiled and held on to her, I thought, unnecessarily tightly. "Understood - it's enough just to see how beautiful you still look!" I studied him. He was dressed as a Roman General, I guess, and he sure had the physique for it. I knew I was not in this league. He was mega macho and I understood why he was president of the Sports Club. He probably did baseball, football, athletics - you name it. Awesome body. I shook myself. What am I looking at? It's just another guy. Allie extricated herself from his powerful arms and looked at the other guy there. "Hi! Nice to meet you!" she said. "Great to meet you too - James has told me all about you," he replied. Hm. Strange. "Sorry, Allie - this is Paul from the Club. I just thought since you had a friend coming we could make up a foursome." He turned to look at me, "And this is the lady of the moment! Hi! Really pleased to meet you - hope you don't mind us muscling in your weekend!" He took my hand in his much larger one and shook it tenderly. "Uh...no...of course not. Looks like a great night!" I replied in as strong a voice as I could manage. "Tina will be great when she gets going - she's a bit shy at first in a new situation like this, but you mustn't worry about her." Allie added helpfully and I tried to smile. "That's good news" responded James, "because with these costumes and things and especially your part as handmaid to the beautiful Queen Cleopatra, I was kind of worried that it might spook you a bit. But I reckoned that since you were friends, you could take whatever she throws at you!" "She'll take it all, won't you Tina?" said Allie. I nodded and again tried to smile. "Oh - and we didn't want you to be all alone while Allie and I are together, so this is Paul." "Hi, Tina" said Paul - another macho sporty hand envelops mine and I managed a "Hi, Paul", before he added "You look good enough to eat." I hope my makeup hid my blushes. Allie giggled. "That's all sorted then" she said, "but we wanted your thoughts on finishing Tina's outfit. The bag you left had all sorts of chains in it and we weren't sure that were right for the party, were we, Tina?" "That's right." I said - I hoped firmly. "That's OK - don't worry, it won't be that sort of party, but I think maybe something to set you apart as a slave might be good. You look so stunning that you might steal the queen's position and she won't be pleased." He smiled at Allie. "What chains have you got?" he asked her. "There were three," she replied, "the collar and chain she has got on and two others: they're upstairs in the front bedroom. Tina can..." "No problem" he interrupted, "I'll get them." He was up the stairs in a couple of leaps and returned in no time with the chains. "Now, let's see......this one must be for the wrists and this one for the ankles." "Maybe we can skip the ankle chain for a start - I can't run in this dress anyway." I thought I would get a quick bid in. "Fine - so just the collar and wrists then. Agreed. Hold out your hands." I did so meekly, not really thinking that I had agreed to anything. He clipped the leather cuffs around my wrists; they weren't too tight and I still had about nine inches of play between them. I was wondering how I would be able to use the bathroom, but I wasn't sure I could in this outfit even without the chain. While I was thinking, he clipped the other piece of chain from my metal collar to the chain connecting my wrists. "Hey" I squealed. James smiled warmly and put his arm around me. "Relax - it's only fun. And I hereby delegate my trusty lieutenant Paul to keep close to you all evening and make sure you don't come to any harm...well, not too much anyway." He grinned. His massive arm was replaced round my back by Paul's. I was well and truly trapped. Allie could hardly keep a straight face. "OK - let's go" said James breezily, taking Allie's arm. She turned to me "Train, slave." I bent down to pick it up but found that the chains didn't allow my hands to reach to the ground and the costume wouldn't allow me to get my body any lower. Allie sniggered again. "Paul - would you mind giving Tina the train to hold, please?" He laughed and picked it up effortlessly, took my hands and placed the soft material in it. "Thanks, Paul," I said feebly. "You know what this means, Tina", said Allie with a twinkle in her eye. "I think the rule must be that you mustn't let go of that train all night or you won't be able to pick it up and you'll be in big trouble. Unless you want my slave to be punished in front of everyone at the party, you're going to have to attend me wherever I am all the time. Come to think of it, I guess that's what a slave should do, so I don't even need to tell you, do I?" I nodded. "I said: do I? What is your answer, slave?" I looked down, did a little curtsy and said "No, Your Majesty." I heard Paul and James both snigger. Walking out to James's car was difficult enough, but so was getting all of Allie's costume in without squashing it. The boys eventually succeeded and we set off. Allie was in the front with James's hand on her knee and Paul and I were in the back. He had his arm around me and I'm sure he must have sensed my tension. After a while I relaxed - there was nothing to be gained by being tense - and I immediately felt him pull me closer. I smiled at him (what else was there to do?) and he tightened his grip on me even more. I began to realize that that deep inside my costume, the girdle was absorbing a lot of pressure from my penis which seemed to be getting excited. I panicked a little - I had started the morning in jeans and a T-shirt going away for the night with a beautiful girl, and now I was dressed up as a woman, my hands and neck chained and responding to a hunk who has his arm around me. I started worrying about myself as much as I had been worrying about Allie and the guys. "Could we unhook the chains for a while, please?" I asked. "Guess we could while we are in the car - but we'll be there in 10 minutes anyway," answered James, "We have to remember that at the party you're the slave, but everywhere else you're just Tina, so it's your call!" "I'd still like to loosen the chains even for the 10 minutes please," I asked. "OK. Allie - can you unlock them please?" "What with?" she responded, "I don't have any keys. Where are they?" "They must be still in the bedroom, I guess" said James. "There was a small pouch on the bed by where the chains were," he added. "Oh, no! I'm stuck like this! Can we turn around please and fetch them?" "Sorry, sweetheart, no time. We're already late and it's my party so you'll have to manage." He kept his foot on the gas and Paul gave me what he thought was a reassuring hug. My penis found it more than reassuring. I closed my eyes. Allie leaned over and whispered something in James's ear and they both laughed. So this was my night out with Allie. We arrived at the party without any further problems (I think I had enough already!) and managed to get out of the car. Paul handed me Allie's train and we walked in the door - James and Allie hand-in-hand and me forced to watch them as I struggled along behind in chains, holding the train. I could hear Paul behind me - it was some comfort to know he was around even if I didn't know anything about him. The other guests were waiting and all applauded as James and Allie walked in and took their places at a pair of thrones at the end of the club room. I stood behind Allie's throne and she gestured me to spread the train out alongside her. Paul took his place near James. "Tina - I think the Queen would like a drink," James mouthed over at me. I nodded and walked as fast as I could to the table where punch was being served. I wondered whether it was OK to take one for myself as well, and decided that even if I was a slave it was a party and I really needed a drink! I walked back carrying the 2 glasses and handed one to Allie. She smiled. "Curtsy," she whispered. I did so, head bowed. "Good girl," she responded quietly. I resumed my position behind her and sipped my punch - it was strong and just what I needed. I realized I couldn't drink much or I would be in big problems in the bathroom, but I had to have something. After a while, a buffet was served and James & Allie were of course the first to take their food. They stood up, Paul handed me the train and they processed to the food table. I stood behind Allie as she chose her food and wondered when I would get mine. But Paul nudged me, "Don't worry, Tina, I'll do a plate for you as well as my own!" I thanked him and smiled - until Allie, who had overheard, said, "Take it easy, Paul - Tina's on a diet so just a small salad for her, please." My face fell, but there was nothing I could do. Maybe Paul was impressed that I was dieting - he probably didn't realize that it wasn't true. We walked back and James & Allie took their seats again while everyone else went for their food. I laid Allie's train back down and Paul handed me my salad; I thanked him with a smile. He looked pleased. Paul sat on the floor to eat his full plate of food, but I realized that, although my legs were beginning to ache from the strain of even standing in heels, there was no way that my costume and chains would allow me to sit on the floor, so I stood and ate by myself. Allie soon beckoned to me, so I moved to see what she wanted. She put her mouth by my ear: "I want you to keep being nice to Paul - he's very sweet and I think he quite fancies you." My mouth dropped "That's not on, Allie - you know that!" I hissed back. "Well," she continued, "if you keep smiling at him, you will only encourage him and who knows where that may lead! I can see his interest from his response to your come-ons." "What come-ons?" I demanded, "I haven't been doing come-ons!" "Oh, haven't you? You forget that I have been watching and the way you smile and look at him is giving him ideas." "No way. I'll ignore him in future then." "No, you won't." She became stern. "You will obey my commands, slave, if you want your heart's desire. You will as nice to him as you can. That is my royal order!" She laughed again and turned to continue talking with James. I moved back to my place, wondering how I was going to handle Paul. Is this what girls have to do? Life as a boy seemed much simpler. The meal continued - we all went back for some dessert (I was allowed a piece of fresh fruit) and coffee. Then the staff cleared the room for a disco - of course, James & Allie (I mean Mark Antony & Queen Cleopatra) led the dancing; Allie managed to hold her own train - thank goodness! But as soon as they had begun, Paul turned to me and asked me for a dance: I tried to say no - my legs were tired, the costume wouldn't work.......(or even, 'I don't want you to get any ideas'), but he insisted and steered me onto the floor. I just stood there wondering where to put my arms - I couldn't just wave them around with the clanking of chains, and I wasn't even sure how girls held boys in proper dancing - when Paul just lifted the chain between my wrists and slipped his head under so that my arms were on his shoulders: it meant that there was a chain from my collar reaching up past his, but he didn't seem to mind. The downside of this was that he was about six inches from my face, although even with my heels I still had to bend my neck back quite a bit to look up at him. "There - that's the best way, isn't it?" he asked as we began to move. I didn't know what to say - I smiled again because......well, because he was trying to make me feel better and I really appreciated it. I couldn't help it. With his arms behind my back, he pulled me in even closer so that my head was against his chest, which was so strong and muscular. The combination of the mat of male hair and the animal smell of the leather straps on his soldier's uniform was quite heady and I found myself relaxing into him. I knew I shouldn't, but I was and after all I had been through that day I needed some comfort from somewhere. I was woken from this reverie by Allie, who was in a very tight embrace with James and danced alongside us. "Hey! I think you've made a hit there, Paul. Keep it up!" and she laughed as she danced on. I lifted my head to respond, but Paul pushed it back onto his chest with his arm. I was trapped again. I had wanted a romantic weekend with a girl and was having one with a guy instead. How did I let myself get drawn into this? After a few numbers together, Paul said he needed a drink and offered to get me one. I needed a beer but he got me a small glass of white wine, which I downed eagerly. "Hey! You must have needed that - shall I get you another?" I shook my head - must keep the fluids down! Allie was not having such concerns and she called to me: "Tina - I need you. Come on." I assumed she wanted the bathroom and I didn't see why I was needed for that, but Paul handed me the train and I followed her into a room that was apparently private for her as queen - I guessed Mark Antony had his own too. She locked the door and said she needed help with her outfit to pee. She handed me a plastic waste bin and told me to hold it as she squatted and peed. "Isn't there a cubicle here?" I asked, looking round. "Not unless you can see one, stupid, and the queen doesn't go in the restroom with common people. Now be careful, or you'll be clearing up after me!" Looking back on this, I can see now that she was giving me a test to see how I responded, although at the time it just seemed random. I helped her lift her costume and put the bin where she told me. "Make sure you hold it steady." She squirted strongly into the bin and I had to make sure it didn't splash. When she finished, she handed me a tissue and told me to dab her dry. I did so, marveling at what new things I had learned in one day. She pulled her panties up and let her costume fall back to the ground. While I recognized the problems of urinating in a long dress, I had no idea it required a team effort! "Now get rid of it", she said with a grin. I looked around - there was nowhere to put it, even the windows were high up and certainly too difficult for me to get to the way I was. So I said "Where?" "There is only one place, slave", she said slowly, "Drink it." And she turned her back and waited. I looked at the bowl of her warm urine in one hand and a damp tissue in the other and shook. "Do it!" she said sternly. "You know I would not ask you to do anything harmful - it is actually good for you as it has good healthy minerals, and I suppose there is some fiber in the paper too." I hesitated. "Unless you don't want to share my bed tonight, Tina. Or unless I leave you here, dressed like that and chained. I can easily tell James you went home by yourself and won't be needing a lift.....Let me see, what should I do?" I shuddered. I lifted the bin to my lips and found the smell, though strong, not as bad as I feared. I opened my mouth and poured some of the liquid in before I changed my mind. I kept swallowing in the hope that it would all have gone before I tasted anything. "Now the tissue - wipe round the bin and eat it." She waited. I did as she instructed. In a way the tissue was worse than the urine as I had to chew on it when it was partly dry. Perhaps I should have soaked it first. I swallowed hard and it was gone. "There - that wasn't hard, was it, slave? It was only the thought of it that put you off. You enjoyed it really, didn't you? Perhaps you will develop a taste for it!" She looked triumphant. "No thank you," I said quietly. I looked at the only bed pan in the country with lipstick marks around it. "You may leave that here - I'm not worried." She laughed and I sensed she felt she had achieved something. "Let's go back to the party - I need another drink, although I don't suppose you do!" She giggled, handed me her train and led me back out. The rest of the party wasn't memorable - the thought of what she had made me do stayed with me and she wouldn't let me eat or drink anything else 'so that you won't forget the taste, honey'. By the time we were due to go home, I had been on my feet for maybe four hours without even sitting for five minutes; my legs were killing me. Needless to say, I got no sympathy. Allie led me back to the car, with me still carrying her train, and James and Paul helped her get her costume in. Then Paul picked me up off the ground and took me into the car on his lap - as if I weighed nothing! That's how we drove back to Allie's aunt's house - me chained on his lap, with his two strong arms holding me a bit too tightly, while Allie all but stopped James from driving with her advances on him. I couldn't believe she would chase him and then promise me too. My more pressing problem was that my own sex was still responsive to Paul's every movement and I tried breathing slowly to calm myself down. "You've got an excited one there, Paul" threw in Allie helpfully. "Mmmm.....I know" he replied, pulling my head onto his chest again. Which made it worse. I can only say I was relieved when we pulled into the driveway and the car stopped. "My aunt will be fast asleep, so it's goodnight to you guys - we've had a wonderful evening, haven't we, Tina?" said Allie. "Of course - it's been wonderful!" I responded, as much as anything relieved that it was over - and that my turn was coming upstairs. "You've been terrific, Tina," said James, "It can't have been easy for you with a bunch of complete strangers. At least you had Allie to keep you on the right track - and if I know girls I'm sure you must have felt a million dollars wearing that outfit. Am I right?" "Uh....yes, it's been fantastic. I've never worn anything like this before - and Allie has been....well, she has been closer to me than she's ever been." "And we're going to stay just the same aren't we?" she butted in. I smiled thinly. "I'd love this to go on forever." She might have spotted the heaviness of my sarcasm, but I think the boys took it differently. "Why don't we do it again, then?" said Paul. "I'd love to see you - not with you like this, but in...well, real life." "She'd love that, wouldn't you, Tina?" I didn't need Allie's assistance. "It's a shame I'm so far away - but who knows?" I tried to steer him off. It is so hard being a girl! "Allie and I may be seeing a bit more of each other though," said James, "so nothing is impossible. "So when do you girls head back tomorrow?" He added, "How about meeting up for brunch somewhere on the way or something?" "Great!" said Allie before I could speak. I think the idea was planned between them. "I'll give you a call when we are ready to leave and we can arrange to meet up." "Sounds good" I had to add. "Great!" added Paul enthusiastically. "OK - let's go in" Allie said, turning to me. "Take my train, Tina - last time!" I wearily moved to get out of the car, only to find that Paul pinned me back and placed his lips on mine for a goodnight kiss. I didn't fight it, although the experience was pretty scary for someone who wasn't used to being kissed goodnight by a hunk. In fact, I relaxed and responded. "Go, girl" a voice said from in front, as she too succumbed to a kiss from James. No one moved for a minute or two. I think it was Allie who took charge and extracted herself from James. This time, Paul helped me off his lap with no more than a bit of extra muscular push from his thighs - and a pat on my backside from his hand. It was tough landing on my heels again, but I was so desperate to get upstairs that I hardly noticed. Allie slid out of the car, passed her train over to me, blew a kiss to James and shut the car door. I smiled at Paul and blew him a kiss too. Maybe I shouldn't have. We walked slowly to the front door and Allie let us in with her aunt's key. We waved again to the boys as they drove off, and crept quietly upstairs to our room. We entered the room; I closed the door and smiled at Allie. "What have you got to smile about?" she responded, not altogether sweetly. "It's my turn now", I replied, pointing to the bed. "What?" she replied, "What kind of girl do you think I am? Do you expect I'm going to kiss goodnight to James and slip into bed with someone else five minutes later? Someone whose mouth was enjoying drinking my piss a couple of hours ago? I'm disappointed if that's all you think of me!" "No...no...it's not like that", I stammered. "You promised we would share the bed tonight." "That's fine", she replied, "but don't expect sex. I never promised making love." "But...." She had won again. There was no way I could force her. I sighed. "OK - you win again. Anyway, where are the keys for these chains? I need to take them off." "I'm not sure I should let you", she replied. "If you were set on having sex tonight, it might be safer for me if you stay secured until the morning." She grinned, snatching the key pouch off the bed. "Come on, Allie. You know me better than that! You can trust me to control myself!" "Well, Tina, I'm not so sure after I saw you react to Paul tonight. You had the hots for him written all over you." "I didn't," I squealed. "Did I?" "You sure did!" "Oh, no. What have I done?" "You'll find out when we see him tomorrow, won't you?" "Oh, no. Maybe we can cancel?" "No way. I'm not missing the chance to see James again and you're coming along - for the ride." She laughed. "Come on, young lady, time for bed." "But I can't get undressed with these chains on." "Then you will have to sleep as you are!" She pushed me back onto one side of the bed - not difficult with me still on these heels. Before I realized what she was doing she lifted my arms above my head and slipped the chain over the bedpost. Once my arms were caught, she unlocked the neck chain from my collar and chained my wrists to the bed frame more securely. After that, she hoisted my feet off the ground, pulled me down the bed as far as my arms would allow so she could feed my legs thru the slats in the other end of the bed; she clipped on one end of the ankle chain that we had not used and wrapped it round my legs several times until it was tight, then clipped the lose end onto my other ankle. "Oh, sorry!" she said, "You forgot to take off your makeup." She fetched her make-up bag, eased off my headgear and wiped my makeup off carefully. "There we are," she said, "Nearly ready for sleep. I just need to pee again before I go - I hope you can last the night" she giggled. She went off to the bathroom and I could hear her peeing into something - I guessed it was coming my way again. I was right. She returned carrying a plastic jug she had carefully filled. This time she had a funnel which she pushed into my mouth. "Now just hold onto that like a good girl while I pour your night-time drink in." Before I could object, she started pour