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Hi: Another old one that I like - and hope that you do as well. I'm asking sissies and cross dressers to have a look at my blog - beastv.blogspot.com. There's nothing for sale there - I'm just trying to establish a page where sissies can speak their own minds - and their opinion is valued. Come and join us! Hugs Bea BOUNCING AND FLOUNCING by Bea He came out of a sweet smelling, languorous fog. Saw Joni sitting at his bedside reading a book. Managed to make a feeble wave with his fingers, just enough to attract her attention. She looked over her book at him. Smiled. She said something, "Hello Gerald. Awake finally?" At least he thought she said this, but couldn't be sure. He opened his eyes again. Thought it funny, she'd been wearing a yellow sweater ten seconds ago - and hadn't she been reading a book? Now she was in a blue sweater and cardigan, and it was a magazine in her hands. His cough drew her attention. She put down her reading material and leaned over the bed to caress his cheek. "Linda said you'd be wakening up now. Boy! She's really good." "Who's Linda?" he managed to say. She grinned. "Forgotten already? I'm sure she'll be flattered." His confusion increased. He managed to lift his arm with a great deal of effort, to scratch his head. As he did, he could have sworn that something silky slid down from his forearm past his elbow. He shook his head to clear it. "Where in the hell am I? What's going on?" "I can't really tell you dear," she said. "It seems to be a subject of some mystery around here. Do you remember how we got here?" At his puzzled look, she added. "The snowstorm? Lost? Leaving our backpacks because we couldn't carry them any more? The lights of this house?" He opened his eyes again, five seconds later. God! She was quick! Wearing a green blouse now. How the hell did she do it? But this time, she was standing over him, looking down. "You ever going to wake up?" She asked, a little asperity creeping into her tone. "I'm awake now," he said huffily, brushing the hair back out of his eyes to prove his point. "What's this?" He added, shaking his head woozily and waggling his arm within a lace-edged, pink satin sleeve at the same time. "What's going on?" "Aha! M'lady awakens!" She laughed. "Your what?" She looked contrite. "I'm sorry Gerald, but there's been a few things going on for the last day or two. I'm not sure as I understand them myself." She smiled again. "And I'm not sure that you're not going to be somewhat confused either." "Well? Do your best to explain them, huh?" he asked, getting a little upset himself. "I wish you wouldn't use that tone with me!" she said tartly, then relented a little. "You seem to have forgotten. We were hiking. Got lost in a snowstorm. Had to drop all of our supplies when we got so weak that we couldn't carry them. We came close to dying Gerald. Remember?" He shook his head. Even his hair felt strange. "Honest? Not much. I seem to remember lights in the darkness. Falling. Cold." "Yes. You had collapsed by the time they heard me screaming for help. Another five minutes? I think we'd have been done for Gerald." "Ok. We were rescued from death. Big deal! But I have the feeling that it's been me that has taken a long time to recover. Are you that much healthier than me?" He asked. "Maybe. I don't know. I'm not sure, but I think Linda's been drugging you," she replied. "Drugging me? Why would anyone be drugging me?" She grimaced, but there was a grin behind her expression. "Well Gerald, I don't know how to tell you this, but Linda's been working some changes on you." "Changes? What are you talking about?" "She's been bathing you every day." "Bathing?" "Yes. And if the scent is anything to go by, it's been perfumed bath oil she's used." Vaguely, he remembered a lot of feminine scents pervading his recent dreams. "She's plucked your eyebrows." "Eh?" "Shaved your legs and your underarms." "What!" "Given you a hair-do. A nice one actually. To tell the truth you look like a girl now. Kinda pretty, if you must know. But the makeup probably helps too." There was an element of contempt in his wife's voice that he'd never heard before. He couldn't help it. He blushed. "This Linda? Whoever she is? She's making me look like a woman?" "Wrong tense dear. She's 'made' you look like a woman." Joni responded. "Hair permed. Beautiful lace nighty, eyebrows all penciled in, rouge?" Her voice got a touch of sarcasm. "Lipstick? Polish on your finger and toe nails - to match of course!" "You sound like you're blaming me! But how could I help what she was doing if I was drugged?" he cried. "Sure. You'd no idea what she was doing to you! Sure! Lying there all soft and smiling as she'd make you up, change you from one satin nightie to another? Dab perfume behind your ears? Work on your nails?" Joni was laying into him now. He struggled upright to answer, felt something different about his chest and, horrified, looked down to see women's breasts, not very well confined, practically falling out from the front of the nightdress he was wearing. "Ooooh!" he wailed. "What? What's this?" "Breast forms silly. What do you think?" He'd tried to remove his right 'breast', but it wouldn't budge. "How do I get these things off?" he panted. "You'll have to ask Linda that. She's the one that put them on you. She used some kind of adhesive I think." A horrific though flashed through his brain. Quickly he felt beneath the bedsheets. Joni smiled. "No dear. They left you alone down there. You're not all woman - not yet anyway." He sighed. Joni was not being very sympathetic. "I'm sorry Joni," he said. "What for, I don't know. But obviously you're mad at me for something. But how's about getting me my clothes? I need the bathroom." She walked over to the closet and slid the door open. Even from his bed he could see a mass of bright and pastel clothes inside - but they certainly weren't men's clothes. "Which outfit would you prefer Gerald?" She asked coyly. There's all sorts of pretty ones in here. But-" She paused. "That's funny?" "What is?" She didn't reply for a second, sliding clothes back and forward, still on their hangers. Then she said. "Everything in here is extremely feminine. Some of these outfits look like costumes. Some are almost sluttish," she shook her head. "Whereas the clothes they've given me are very nice. Women's clothes of course, but in very good taste." He had an idea. "Have they given you any pants? Plain blouses? We're almost the same size. How's about bringing me some of your stuff?" She shook her head slightly. "They've been very nice to me. I don't have any idea of what they have in mind for you, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm pretty sure they don't like men. If I side with you right now, they might not look too kindly on it." "Oh god Joni! I got to pee." "I'm not stopping you," she retorted. He would have taken off the nightgown, but the thought of running into the bathroom, nude, with bouncing breasts fully exposed, deterred him. Blushing furiously, he slid out from under the covers and, with a beautiful pink nightgown wafting about him - and his breasts bobbing - he ran to the bathroom and relieved himself. Then he saw the girl in the mirror. His hair though fairly short was decidedly more blonde than his natural color. It was also curled at the sides and framed his face gently. He noted the little gold stud earrings he was now wearing. Then the makeup. Not a lot, but his upper eyelids had traces of blue, his lashes were obviously mascara'd, and his lips were well defined in a fairly red color. His eyebrows were the worst though - fine lines, reinforced with pencil. Hardly any hair left there at all he thought. Stupefied, he walked back into the room. As he did so, the other door opened and an attractive woman walked in. She was dark haired and her skin had a coppery tinge to it. Very attractive green eyes, conservatively dressed in a black skirt and white blouse, medium height heels. "Oh hi Joni," she said. "I see Pansy has finally woke up." "Hi Linda," Joni said, then giggled "Pansy?" He realized that this woman was talking about him! "My names Gerald!" he snapped. "Where do you come off.." He didn't have time to finish. She'd crossed the room without slowing down then when she got to him she rocked him with a stinging slap to the face! He recoiled, his hand up to his face in surprise. "Listen Pansy! If you're going to flit around in pretty nighties and makeup, you'll be called any damn thing I want to call you." "But Linda. It wasn't me..." She advanced on him again, her hand up. Ashamed of his own cowardice, he backed away from her. "I will not have pansies argue with me. Do you understand that - Pansy?" "Yes," he mumbled very much aware of his wife's contempt at his quick capitulation to this crazy woman. "Very good!" Linda said, obviously mollified. Then she sat in a chair. "Pansy? First of all go into your closet. There's a 'darling..'" She looked over at Joni, smiling conspiratorially. "Pansies love that 'darling' word you know." Then her attention came back to him. "... little peignoir there to match your gown. Go and put it on. Then come back over here and go over my knees." He gawped at her, then his pride came up. "I'll do no such thing. Who do you think you are!" She didn't answer him. Looked over at Joni and shook her head. "I thought we had a clever little pansy here. But I guess I was wrong. Guess I'm just going to have to spank little Pansy Wansy to show him who's boss." She sighed theatrically as she got up from her chair and advanced on him. Her total confidence intimidated him. "Please Linda? I don't know what's going on. Please! Would somebody tell me? Please?" He finished with a wail as Linda got a hold of his arms and started pushing him backwards to the bed. Spoke to Joni as she did so, her voice showing absolutely no sign of strain. "Would you look at this? Little pantywaist Pansy in a pink nighty, white, weak little arms - talking back to a real woman! Just going to show him the error of his ways, won't we?" He saw the half amused, scornful, smile on his wife's face just before he was forced backwards over onto the top of the bed on his back. Linda sat beside him then, with practically no effort pulled him over her knees, his satin nightwear slithering over the bedclothes as she did so. He had fully expected to be given a severe spanking from what had transpired, but was very grateful to discover that this bullying woman only wanted to give him a half dozen or so fairly mild slaps on his backside, saying that she wouldn't hurt him too much if he'd kick his legs nice and prettily and make little squeals? He conformed to her request, positive that he heard little giggles from Joni's whereabouts. Humiliated, he was finally allowed to get up. Linda fixed him with a mocking smile. "Well Pansy? Tell you what. I've changed my mind. There's an extremely feminine set of baby dolls - all ruffles and frills, in your lingerie drawer - that's the top right hand one in the dresser there. I'm sure you'll just love them. So why don't you go, change out of that nightgown, and put them on. Oh, and by the way, there's also a gorgeous pair of slippers that will go just nicely with them, in the closet there. You can put them on as well. You don't have any objections, do you Pansy?" He looked down at the floor. Didn't answer. "I'm talking to you Pansy," she said sweetly. "It isn't nice to ignore a real woman when she talks to you. Is it?" "No Linda. I'm sorry. No I don't have any objections." "Good! Now I'm going to leave you for a few minutes. When I come back Pansy, I'll take you with me to meet the other real ladies in this house. So you'll want to look your best, eh?" He knew enough to answer. "Yes Linda." "Very good! So just to make sure, you might want to freshen up your lipstick while you're waiting for me, eh? Just a little touch maybe? It's the dove burgundy shade on top of the dresser there. You can show off for Joni how good you are with makeup. Bet you'll like that." She was walking towards the door by this time, but turned to Joni as she was going. "And oh, Joni?" "Yes Linda?" Joni said. "I know this may seem a little strange to you, but do you think you'd mind making sure that you call our little feminine pal here by his right name?" Joni shrugged. "Pansy you mean?" Linda didn't answer. Just smiled and waggled her fingers in a goodbye as she opened the door and exited from the room. "Oh Joni! Not you too!" he groaned. She shrugged again. "Frankly dear, I'm beginning to think it a most appropriate name for you. I'd suggest you might want to hurry up and change - then get your lipstick freshened up? Never can tell can you? Linda comes back and you haven't done as she said? Might end up over her knee again. Or did you like being spanked so much that you want her to do it again? I mean, after all, you looked so cute wriggling and squealing and kicking your legs so prettily while she spanked your little satin-covered ass." "Oh Joni! Please stop. Things are bad enough already," he moaned, opening up his lingerie drawer and pulling out a set of baby dolls that were just as Linda had described them. "Wow!" Linda said, laughing. "Well at least they're blue instead of pink, but I think Linda wasn't too far wrong, was she? They are very feminine, aren't they? Tell you what. I'll shut my eyes and that'll save you from having to run into the bathroom to change.. I have the feeling that you could be running out of time." He had the same feeling, so taking the ruffled panties from the drawer, he pulled them up under his nightgown. Then he checked to make sure that Joni was keeping her eyes closed. Quickly, he divested himself of the nightgown then, mindful of his makeup, put the baby doll top on over his head. He felt ridiculous but his reflection wasn't that bad. Jaunty breasts jutting out, made more noticeable now by the heavy ruffles, and the flash of the heavily frilled panties just sticking out from under the top made a kind of cute picture he thought. Then he remembered the shoes and started walking to the closet. Joni spoke, "Is it ok to look now Pansy?" He stopped cold with the shame of what his wife had just called him. "Oh come on Joni! Enough of the Pansy shit. Ok?" She answered him quite firmly. "No dear. These women are treating me alright. I'm not gonna get on their bad side. If you'd fought for your masculinity like a man, I might have sided with you. But how'd you expect me to respect a man that allows a woman to make him dress, and sound, and act like a woman? Pushes him around like a weakling. Even puts him over her knee? Seems to me that in this house your name is Pansy. If you have a problem with that, you'd better go and talk to Linda. And," she added scornfully. "I think Pansy better get his shoes and lipstick on pretty quick. I think I hear her coming." She laughed out loud when he scurried to the closet and stepped into the only pair of blue slippers he could see. They were fairly high heeled, but he didn't have any difficulty in making his way to the dresser where he sat down and was just applying his lipstick when the door opened and Linda came back into the room. "My my! What a pretty picture you make, Pansy. Don't you agree Joni? Isn't that just a darling picture?" "Just darling!" Joni laughed. "Shoes fit all right Pansy?" Linda asked. "Walk ok in them?" "I think so, Linda," he said, putting the finishing touches to his lips. "Well? Lets find out. Shall we? Come here and let me see if you've done a decent job on your lips. After that you can walk up and down the room a few times. See how you do." Shame faced he went over to her and puckered his lips up for her inspection. She nodded approvingly and gave him a gentle pat on the rump. "There you go! Now just walk nicely up to that end of the room. Erect now! Don't slouch! Little feminine steps that's it! Hands straight down at your sides. That's it! My goodness! I think Pansy's a natural. What do you think Joni? Surprised?" "Not really. Not when I come to think of it." His wife laughed. "Ok Pansy. Over here," Linda said. "Here are some collars. I want you to pick the one that goes best with your outfit." He was careful not to ask the obvious question. Took care in mincing over to where she stood. Beside her on the table were about half a dozen of what looked like velvet bands, about fifteen inches long and a half inch wide. Each of them had a gold ring about an inch dia built in to the material. He needed time to think. What was she doing to him now? Carefully he picked a dark blue, a gold, and burgundy collars up. Checked them against the material of his baby dolls and picked the dark blue. "This one Linda?" "Very nice Pansy. Now put it on," she answered. "Check... There's a velcro fastener. Put your collar on. That ring goes to the front." The collar fitted comfortably around his neck with enough room to fasten easily. Linda came right up to him and examined him closely. "I think you'll do," she said. "I'm going to take you and introduce you to the other two real women who live in this house. When I do? I want you to make a nice little curtsey to both of them - just to show how much you respect them? And keep in mind that any time either one of them, or Joni, or me talks to you from now on, you'll do a little curtsey. So lets practice a little eh? Take the sides of your panties in your hands. Now bob a little. Very good! Now give Joni one too. There!" With that, she pulled a piece of velvet cord from her pocket. To his horror, she came to him and clicked something to the loop in his collar, and he realized she'd put a leash on him - a leash! like he was some kind of pet! Then, to make things worse, she handed the other end to Joni. "Want to lead him in for me?" In answer, his wife smiled merrily and, giving a slight pull on the leash, said. "Giddiup Pansy!" And behind Linda, they exited the room, him trailing behind Joni, taking mincing little steps, still unsure of himself in heels, but trying to keep himself erect, all the while totally unable to ignore the feel of his breasts bouncing within the loose confines of his ruffled baby doll pajamas and the sensations as his top rubbed against the material of his panties. He followed them into what appeared to be the living room of the house. There were two women there. One, a charming looking redhead was sitting on a couch, in the process of taking a drink from a tray held by the other, a rather attractive blonde girl in a black maid's uniform with white lace serving apron and matching cap. The redhead looked up, smiling. Shook her head. "Don't know about you Linda. Is this anyway to treat a guest?" then she addressed Joni. "And you? Are you having fun? It surely looks like it." Joni laughed happily. "Well, I must admit that it's a new experience. But Madeleine? I'd like to present Pansy. Pansy? This our hostess, Madeleine." As Madeleine got up and came forward to him, he curtsied. "Pleased to meet you Madeleine." The woman grinned widely, showing beautiful white teeth, and came right up in front of him. Gave him a close examination. "My Linda! He's positively pretty! You've done wonders." She turned to the maid. "Hasn't she Claire?" And Joni jerked his leash a little. "And Pansy? This is Claire." He bobbed another curtsey. "Pleased to meet you Claire." The maid laughed. "Wow!" I'd better watch out for my job. My goodness!" Then she reached for his leash. "Let me take that from you miss Joni. Would you like a drink? You, miss Linda?" Both women smiled "The usual." they replied. And he was transferred to another mistress, who led him out of the room into another where a small bar was set up. She muttered something to herself, wrapped his leash around a stool back, and started pouring drinks. "Claire?" he said. "I don't suppose you could mix me a drink - a Jack Daniels? While you're at it?" She turned to him quite pleasantly. "It is Pansy, isn't it?" He reddened. "It is Pansy, I said. Isn't it?" "Yes." "Well Pansy. When you talk to me, you curtsey. Understood?" "Yes." "And, when I talk to you, you curtsey. Understood?" He looked at her. She wasn't fooling. He had to curtsey to a goddam maid?" "Yes," he said, curtseying. "Good!" she said. "As long as we have that cleared up. Just don't be asking me to do anything for you. Here? You do things for me - and the other real women in this house. You do understand, don't you." "Yes Claire," he said, bobbing another curtsey. "And men, pansies or not, get nothing to drink here. You just do as you're told and act proper, and you and me will get on just fine. Understand?" He bobbed again. She made three drinks and put them on the same tray as she'd been carrying, then made him carry the tray back to where the ladies all sat, chatting amiably in the living room. Then Claire totally surprised him by taking off his leash, and going to sit on the couch beside Madeleine. "You can serve these drinks if you want, Pansy." "Yes Claire," he simpered, curtseying. She giggled as she sat. "Would you believe it girls? He asked me to pour him a Jack Daniels?" "He's a constant source of amusement to me." Linda said, taking the drink from the tray he offered. "Yes. I must admit the last day or two have opened my eyes somewhat as well." Joni said, crooking her finger at him to bring her drink. "I mean, he's not exactly the belle of the ball, but you'd never think that a few days ago he really thought he was a man!" Madeleine smiled tenderly at him "I suppose it must be very confusing for you. Is it? Would you like an explanation?" He was so touched by the first act of kindness he'd had in what felt like weeks that tears welled in his eyes. "Oh yes Madeleine. Yes please!" "You didn't curtsey Pansy," Linda said coldly. "Oh that's ok - just for this once. Ok Linda?" Madeleine asked sweetly. "He won't forget again, will you Pansy?" Quickly, sensing this woman's kindness, he wanted to show his appreciation. He took the ruffled sides of his baby doll tops and dropped a deep, appreciative curtsey, blushing as his breasts bobbed again . "Oh no miss Madeleine. I won't." "See Linda?" Madeleine said softly. "See what a little kindness will do? There Pansy. We all know you're not a real woman, but you look as if you're trying really hard. Why don't you go and sit on Joni's lap. Try to act like you're her girl - it'll be good practice for you - and I'll try and explain what is going on." His wife gave a little smile. Why did he have the growing feeling that she was enjoying this? Then she straightened up a little in her chair, and smoothed her skirt for him to sit. Gingerly, he sat down in her lap. He jumped some, when her hand went around his waist, and landed on his breast. Flushed, he felt her start to caress him. Disbelievingly, he heard her chortle. "Mmmm. Can't believe this. Here Pansy, lean back into my shoulder. There, there's a pretty girl." And there, in front of three smiling women his wife fondled his breasts and occasionally ran her hand up under his baby doll tops or fluffed up his panty ruffles as he lay helpless in her arms, his head submissively on her shoulder. "You make such a pretty couple you two," Madeleine cooed. "But I did say I'd explain, didn't I Pansy?" She took a sip of her drink. "You see, we three women: Linda, Claire and myself were all members of a group therapy session some time ago. We'd all been subjected to abusive behavior by males. We became friends, then it crossed all of our minds that we weren't being helped too much by the treatment. We came to the conclusion that there had to be a better way. Came up with the idea of a retreat for abused women. I have enough money to be able to take financial flyers, but this turned out to be no gamble at all. We're in our third year now. We've been quite successful, even though we only open for spring, summer, and fall.." At this point, she smiled warmly at her friends. "We go on hiatus for some time in winter. Allows us to re-charge our batteries." Then she continued, "We concentrate on raising the esteem of the women who come here, and it seems to work, though we have had a few failures. These, we think, have been women who just can't get over their fear? Respect? Of men. I don't quite know how to describe it." She mulled this over for a moment. "But the three of us have often wondered if it wouldn't be possible to hire a male who could be used to make these patients feel more in charge. You know, a Sissy - a real Sissy. We thought that if we could have a man totally subservient to all women it could have beneficial results on these poor ladies." She beamed at him. "And this is where you come in. You're almost perfect for us. A real Sissy, submissive, a weakling. Just think! What woman would be scared of you?" His mouth opened to say something, but Joni's fingers came over his lips. Madeleine smiled her approval. "Very good Pansy! See what I mean?" Warned, he nodded. She beamed back at him, shook her head admiringly. "Must say Linda, you've done a wonderful job in such a short time." then she turned her attention back to him. "And talking of jobs? Yours will be to satisfy the needs or desires of any real women in this house. You'll wear a velvet collar like the one you have on, at all times - even to bed. If a real woman wants you, she'll simply put a leash on you and you will go to wherever she leads you. There? You'll do whatever she wants." "Now," she continued, "you'll learn to behave in an extremely feminine way. You will dress provocatively and act the same way. As you may have noticed, your closet is filled with colorful clothes and costumes, your drawers with gorgeous lingerie. You will put fresh clothes on every morning, noon, and six pm - and maybe at other times as well, depending on circumstances." "You want to turn me into a woman!" he said indignant. "Certainly not!" she retorted. "You're a man, an we're not going to try and fool anybody. As a matter of fact, the biggest problem we faced was when we discovered what a pretty woman you made after your makeover. We discussed it though and decided that as long as your voice remains somewhat masculine, you'll meet our patient's needs." "I don't understand," he said. "Well it'll make sense to you, sooner or later. But say one of our clients wants to get a little of her own back on men who have been rough to her sexually. Joni, would you like to demonstrate?" He was unprepared for what happened. Joni, shifted her position on the chair, then bent around and kissed him firmly, her right hand on his erection. Then, to his dismay, he felt her pull him further into her embrace with her left arm while caressing his privates through the material of his panties. He wanted to resist, but just didn't have the strength. Finally just lay there, helpless, as she toyed with him in front of the other women. What made it worse was the fact that none of these women seemed even slightly excited at what was going on - not even Joni. They chatted as if nothing was going on at all, even as he panted and wiggled his way to ejaculation, totally under his wife's control. The second he finished coming, Joni stopped caressing him. He felt used and very very ashamed of having messed his pretty clothes. Madeleine seemed to sense this, because she started talking to him again. "See Pansy? That kind of thing was what I was talking about. You will have to put on fresh clothes at least three times a day, just because that is what we want you to do. At the same time though, you may be taken advantage of by one or more of our clients, so you may have to change more often." "One of your other duties here will be to wash, by hand, all of your own undies - you can see why, I hope - as well as those of all us real women here. It may sound cruel, but sissies do seem to enjoy hand washing pretty things, so I'm sure you'll learn to enjoy that little chore." "But Madeleine..." he started, but was stopped by Joni's hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry!" Linda said apologetically. "I thought he knew better. Claire?" And before he knew it, Claire had attached his leash to his collar and was pulling him up to his feet. She then led him over to a straight back chair, where she sat, before pulling him over her knees and giving him a thorough spanking on his panties. This time, even though he tried to show his submission by kicking prettily as he knew how, he was given a proper spanking. He cried at about the fourth slap. Again, a part of the humiliation was the fact that nobody seemed to pay the slightest attention to what was happening to him. Claire even joined in some conversation while she was spanking him, then kept on talking while she arose from the chair, before leading him out of the room. She even kept on talking over her shoulder as she led him out of there and down to her quarters. There, she sighed. "Look what you've done to my uniform! Here, undo the back of my dress, and help me out of it. You better hope you haven't messed up my undies as well!" He didn't know what she was talking about until he saw the wet stain on the front of her dress. Realized that his panties, being sopping wet from his ejaculation, had dampened her dress. "Oh Claire!" he wailed. "I didn't mean to do that!" "That's perfectly alright Pansy. We real women know that you're just a weak little thing and have to make allowances for you. Don't worry your pretty little head. Just be a good little Sissy and get my blue uniform out of the closet there, and help me into it. Yes, that one!" He felt better that she wasn't mad at him for messing up her dress, but ashamed at the way she was walking around in front of him in her lingerie, not making an attempt to cover herself up in any way. He knew that she saw him as just a Sissy, but surely she wasn't looking at him as another girl - not so soon! But, still wearing soaked panties, he confirmed his suspicions by acting like the personal maid she wanted him to be. Holding her clean dress uniform while she stepped into it, buttoning her back fasteners and cuff buttons while she waited. He was somewhat amazed that he enjoyed brushing her hair for a few minutes as she relaxed in front of her dressing table mirror. Then she sighed. "Suppose we'd better get you cleaned up and changed. Would you like that Pansy?" He blushed as he nodded his head. Back in his own room, he blushed some more as she had him walking around nude, except for a shower cap in front of her. She threw his soiled clothes into one of the wash hand basins in his bathroom, and filled it with water. "You can wash these out later in the laundry," she told him. "Right now, you don't have time, so this will take the worst of the mess out. Now hurry up and shower while I look out some clothes for you." After he dried off, he wrapped a towel around himself. It felt strange arranging it around his breasts rather than his waist, but it was the only thing that made sense. The new outfit she readied for him was a scarlet satin and included his first set of matching bra and panties. Blushing furiously, he replaced the towel so that he could put the bra on. He was actually surprised at the comfort it provided, once he had fastened it at the back and adjusted the shoulder straps. It wasn't a rigid type by any means, his breasts still jiggled provokingly at the slightest movement, but he felt better with their weight being taken up more. When it came to putting on the lacy panties he had a little difficulty in working them into the proper position under the towel. He blushed more when he dropped the towel completely. Claire, as expected, took absolutely no interest whatsoever, busily looking out nylon stockings for him - just pointing at the garter belt and slip he was to put on next. He found it extremely easy to affix the garter belt, though the little straps that he had to thread under his panty legs felt strange to him. He took comfort from putting the slip on. It was just as feminine as the other garments of course, but hid his body a little better. Getting his nylons on with the seams straight seemed to take forever, but he finally managed to get them positioned to Claire's satisfaction. Then she handed him his dress. "I picked this one for you. It's about the right shade to match your fingernail polish, so we won't have to bother with going to the bother of changing it." Here she looked at her watch. "And it's just as well. Joni and Madeleine will be wondering what the hell we've been up to," she giggled. "Not that they'd care, I don't think, but let's get it on you anyway," she'd opened it up, and was now holding it open for him. It was a deep pink in color. He couldn't tell much about it until he'd stepped into it and she'd zipped up the fastener at the back. He sighed. It fitted straight across his breasts, except for the shoulder straps which were only about an inch wide and heavily frilled. The bodice was of some firm shiny material which enclosed him firmly and made it just a little hard to breathe. The decolletage was decorated with some chiffon layers, but the back was cut straight across. But the skirt! Or should he say, 'skirts!" Layers of stiff organza of a deep red, softened by chiffon that matched the material at the bust line, they stuck almost straight out from his hips. He figured that it would have been totally immodest if it hadn't been for the underlining of red silk that came down to about halfway down his thighs. Claire grinned. "Should be interesting to see you walking in this," she said. He'd thought she'd meant that the height of the heels on the shoes would give him problems. They were higher than he'd become used to, and he did have a tendency to teeter a little in them as he stood, examining his reflection. He didn't discover what she really meant though until he made his way over to the dressing table to make his face up. He thought he'd blushed before, but his face was flaming by the time he'd got there. Claire was gasping convulsively with laughter. "Oh my! My god!" She spluttered, "Just wait till they see this! Oh my!" He'd taken his first step - and the skirts floated up quickly, then down. At the same time, his breasts bobbed. He stopped in some confusion as Claire had started giggling. Took another step, being very careful not to bounce while he took the step - same results! Claire giggled some more! He moved again, determined to get to the table as quickly as possible, but had to stop only half way there, in total disarray as he'd failed miserably at controlling either the flouncing of his skirts or the bobbing of his breasts. "You won't be able to do much with these Pansy," Claire said, kindly enough, though giggling all the while. "The dress is designed to do just what it's doing. That's why we bought it for you." Her choice of words bothered him for just a second. Bought it for him? What did she mean? But all thoughts left him as he finished his journey to the dressing table. Claire went into another spasm of giggles a he tried to find a way to sit down comfortably, but failed miserably because of the stiff organza fabric. Finally though, he was settled down. Claire paid close attention to him as he applied his makeup. He actually ended up doing a fairly creditable job, although she warned him that he'd have to improve quickly. "Linda's going to want better than that!" she warned him. "Though she'll probably make allowances, you being a learner and all." After he had applied his base, powder, rouge, lipstick, eyebrow liner, eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, she made him remove his velvet collar and replace it with a red one to match his dress. "Just one thing more before we get your leash on Pansy. Better pick a nice set of earrings - then maybe some bracelets, a necklace and a ring or two?" A little while later, teetering slightly in his heels, he was led back into the room where the other the other three women sat, long dangly earrings flashing around his ears and cheeks, bracelets rattling around his wrists, skirts flouncing wildly up and down and his breasts making almost elliptical orbits. They smiled at first, then started to laugh. Madeleine was the most polite, but even she ended up practically howling as Claire made him accompany her around the room a number of times. He started to cry with the humiliation. Still hiccuping with laughter, Joni crooked her finger to signify that she wanted control of the leash. When she got it, she pulled him inexorably over her knees - and spanked him! "Oh god!" She laughed. "Would you listen to him rattle! Honest! I think I'm going to pee myself!" But finally the hilarity abated. Then suddenly, it was if it had never happened. Tear stained, makeup in a mess, he wasn't told to go clean himself up, so had to stay in their company for the rest of the day. He had to help Claire with the dinner and clean up, but other than that nobody hardly said a word until bedtime. Then he discovered that he had to help Madeleine, then Linda, then Joni, and finally Claire into their nightgowns and tidy away the clothes they'd worn during the day. Over the next few weeks, he became exactly what they wanted. Effeminate, swishy, totally obsequious and submissive. He wore clothes that were nothing but a series of costumes designed to make any man who wore them, ridiculously feminine: harem girl, French maid, chorus girl, slut, cheerleader - he was a debutante, a bride, a bridesmaid, a prom queen. Some dresses had large bows attached to the backside, which made sitting down virtually impossible. Others had huge, ballooning sleeves that made any act of eating or drinking an adventure. He wore skirts so short that the lace edges of his panties peeked out at the bottom. His bride's outfit was of white satin, micro-skirted - which really wasn't too bad, though it showed his blue garter belt off quite easily. The problem with that particular outfit was that he had to wear a veil, and a chiffon train. He had to carry the train everywhere he went because he was threatened with physical harm if he dirtied it. He was not allowed to even try to develop a girl's way of talking. As a matter of fact, the worst spanking he got was when Linda heard him practicing at emulating a woman's voice. His breast forms were removed, and replaced with larger ones, so that he was usually bulging out of his bra. His low heeled shoes gradually disappeared and were replaced by extremely high heels, platforms, and suchlike. It became commonplace to see him tottering along, with his skirts so tight that his longest step was about six inches - a source of hilarity to the four women. He carried a small beaded handbag with him at all times now, containing his makeup for that particular costume. After a warning, he never urinated from a standing position again. He was becoming quite proficient at doing his own and the ladies hair. He minced when he walked. Was eternally checking his makeup or working on his nails. Had learned that, when any one of the ladies wanted him, to go and find the closest leash (there were quite a few stashed in various places around the house) he had to attach it to his collar, then carry it to whoever wanted him. He lived with four women in a house where he was the most feminine. How he wished they would let him act and dress properly - not have to be so swishy and be allowed to wear nice clothes - dresses and skirts - maybe even a pantsuit now and then - just like they wore. As it was, he was mocked and taunted, ignored one minute then the center of attraction the next. He was 'on' for every minute of each day. Even though he slept in his own room, it wasn't unusual for him to feel the click of the leash on his collar even at three in the morning - and god help him if his nightwear wasn't glamorous enough for whoever wanted his company. He'd been instructed in the arts of photography enough that he became quite skilled at taking his own picture as he tried on various costumes or experimented with different cosmetics in front of his dressing table. After they were developed, he'd sometimes be shown some of them. He felt he looked quite cute in them, and took to making sure he would be smiling just nicely when the flash went off. Madeleine even praised him a few times for being so helpful. He'd assumed that he was a prisoner, as was Joni. Was shocked therefore to see her walk in the front door unescorted, her handbag in her hand, obviously from being away from the house. Joni seemed puzzled by his reaction and sort of cocked a quizzical eyebrow at him as if to say "Something bothering you?" By this time, however, he'd learned not to say anything without permission, so the moment passed. The following day, he was given another shock. Claire called him to her room. "I want you to run an errand for me Pansy. Ok?" "Oh yes miss Claire," he simpered and curtseyed. "And you can't go out in public looking like that, can you?" He was wearing a lime green, exact copy, of what he' called his 'flounce' dresses, the one that the ladies had laughed at him for wearing that day. He'd discovered that he owned about six, all different colors. "Out? Out in public?" he said shaken. "Yes! Do I need to tell you twice?" she asked in a short tone of voice. "Oh no miss Claire. I'm sorry." "Yeah. Well ok. But here, put this dress on - and these shoes. Now, they belong to Madeleine. For god's sake don't dirty them or anything like that." "Oh no! I won't do anything like that, honest!" he answered excitedly. She smiled, then helped him change out of his own dress and into Madeleine's. It was of grey wool, in a fairly severe cut, a fairly high collar, calf length skirt, black patent leather belt to match the shoes and handbag. "I'll need to go and put another collar on," he said, touching his fingers to the green velvet band he was wearing around his neck. "This one doesn't go with this dress." "Oh. No need for that. Just take it off. You can put it back on when you come back." He was astounded. He could actually wear nice clothes, and he didn't have to wear one of his collars? No one was going to put a leash on him and lead him around? He felt absolutely giddy. Then he remembered. She'd said 'come back'? Come back from where? He was even more astounded when he found that he was going into town to drop off some dry cleaning and pick some up. "But who's coming with me?" he asked. "Why should anyone go with you?" she replied. "Well. Aren't you scared I'll run away?" She put her hands on her hips and smiled broadly. "You? Run away! That's the silliest thing I've ever heard. You're just the happiest little Sissy I could imagine. No worries, your clothes all picked out for you? Four women to boss you around. C'mon!" "But..." he began. "Pansy! Enough of this nonsense. It's time you got going. I don't want you taking all day on this simple little errand." "I'm, sorry Claire," he said meekly, dropping her an apologetic little curtsey. "That's much better. Now you'll need your license I guess - but I wouldn't get arrested for speeding if I were you, though they might be nice enough to put you in the women's jail," she smiled broadly. "But do me another favor. Use your credit card to pay for the cleaning, will you?" With that, she handed him his wallet. Stunned, he put it in his handbag and found himself being escorted out to the car, and being given directions to the dry cleaners. "Keys are in the ignition," Claire said, then added, "Oh damn. Just in case? Go into the little restaurant next door to the cleaners - Dorothy's - I may leave a message for you there." "Couldn't you leave it with the cleaners?" he asked. "I could, if I could remember the name, but I know Dorothy's, so just stop in there. Understand! Or do you want to stand and argue with me all day?" Her voice was getting strained, which was a good sign that a spanking could be in the offing, so he hastily apologized and jumped into the car. Once underway, he could hardly believe it. He was free! He even had his wallet and drivers license. Not only that, he had his credit card if miss Claire were to be believed! But then another thought struck him. They still had Joni in their power! If he escaped, maybe they'd harm her! A little voice in his head was arguing. She'd been allowed out of the house too. How come she hadn't attempted to escape as well? This stumped him for a minute. Then he saw it. He'd been the hostage while she was out! He sighed quite deeply. He was trapped. He'd have to go back! (The little voice was sarcastically commenting that he seemed very pleased about this, but he shut it up rapidly). Following Claire's directions, he found the little mall where the cleaners were. He felt strange getting out of the car. After all, this was his first time in public, dressed as a woman. He was nervous for a second or two, until he saw his reflection in a shop window. A slim, attractive woman, nicely dressed and walking comfortably in high heels. Who would guess? The shop was empty of customers, but two pleasant faced ladies smiled at him as he walked in. He went into his handbag and handed the receipt over. One of them took it and started rotating the rack with all the clothes on it. Then she stopped it and started taking the clothes off. He recognized them as his - the flounces, the frills, the sluttish satin dresses... He blushed. The lady looked at one of the tags. "These are for Pansy. Is that right?" He licked his lips. They had gone dry suddenly. "Yes," he replied nervously. "Ok ma'am," she said pleasantly. "That'll be forty seven dollars. How would you like to pay for it?" "Credit card, if that's ok?" "Oh surely," she said, waiting until he'd got it out of his wallet then taking it from him. Then he saw her face as she saw the name on the card. "Gerald? But that's a man's name ma'am. Is it your husbands?" "Oh yes!" he cried. "How stupid of me. We must have got them mixed up somehow." The lady nodded sympathetically. "Perhaps you could call him? Ask him to bring yours over?" "Oh. I'm sorry! I can't - he's - he's out of town!" A suspicious look crossed the woman's face, but quickly disappeared. "Well - I guess you look honest. Maybe you could just forge his signature?" "Oh yes!" he panted. "I surely appreciate it." With that, he signed the receipt quickly. She looked suspicious again. "Ma'am? You did that very quickly - and it's a perfect match. Are you sure this card is your husbands?" His lies were coming home to roost, but he had to try one more time. "Yes," he said. The lady spoke to the other, "Sarah? It might be a good idea to call the police." He stared at her in horror, remembering Claire's taunting comments. "Oh please don't!" he pleaded. "It's mine. Honestly!" Sarah saw the terror in his eyes. "Maybe she's got a photo ID, a license maybe?" "Oh yes! Of course!" he bleated, delving into his purse again and offering his wallet over, with his drivers license up for inspection. The first woman picked it up and examined it. "But this picture is a man - and his name is Gerald. Did you steal his wallet?" He gave up. "I'm Gerald, but I dress like a woman now." The woman called Sarah stared, then smiled. "There is a resemblance," she said. "But who is Pansy?" the other woman persisted. "I am," he admitted. Sarah started to laugh. "Ok dearie. I'm starting to believe you. I won't call the cops. Just come through into the back room and prove these clothes are yours." "How can I do that?" he asked. She pulled one at random from the pile. "Put this on. If it fits, that'll prove it." Their reaction to the dress she'd chosen were the same as the women's at home. The one she'd picked was the yellow edition of his 'flounce' dress. Both of them howled with laughter and made him walk up and down a few times. He almost fainted when Sarah suggested that, as he looked so nice in it, he should wear it home. They relented however and let him change back. He breathed a big sigh of relief at getting away from there. Then, just as he was loading his dresses into the car, he saw the sign for the restaurant "Dorothy's". He'd lost a lot of his early confidence now as it was evident that things he hadn't even considered could go wrong, as evidenced by what had transpired in the cleaners. He walked into the restaurant. Just a coffee shop, but clean. Two or three customers were spread out arguing in one of the booths. Other than that, there was only a rather plump black lady with a marvelous bright smile, wiping down the counter. He smiled back. "Good morning miss. Can I help with something?" she said. "Oh yes, thank you. A friend of mine, Claire? Thought she might leave a message for me with you." The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry miss. Didn't leave a message for you." He started to thank her and leave, when she added, "Leastwise, not unless your name is Gerald?" His heart dropped into his stomach. He turned around. "She sometimes calls me that. Just for fun." She stopped her wiping. Grinned at him. "You one of these Sissy boys, likes to dress up like a woman? Now that I think on it, your voice is kinda low?" He gulped and nodded. Her smile widened. "Well, I must admit it, you sure are a pretty boy, and I surely wish that I could get into that dress!" She sighed, then continued. "Claire said she'd forgot to tell you, that you have to go to Ellie's boutique. You've a dress to pick up there." "I don't know where Ellies is," he admitted. "Oh, just around the corner there, you could walk there in a couple of minutes," she told him, then added, "say hi to Claire for me, hear?" And without thinking about what he was doing, he said. "Yes ma'am" and curtseyed! Her eyes widened, then she let loose a low throaty rumble - so infectious that red faced as he was, he couldn't help but join in. She nodded her goodbye and went back to wiping the counter. He gave her a little feminine wave, then practically ran outside and into the car. He actually shook with mortification. A few short weeks ago he was a respected - at least he thought so - business man. Not too successful maybe, but things might have been turning around. Now here he was dressed like a woman, acting like a maid. Dropping curtseys to waitresses for god's sake! He was in half a mind not to go to Ellies for Claire! Teach her a lesson! He had no difficulty in finding Ellies. It was just around the corner as Dorothy had told him. His bravado of thirty seconds earlier had evaporated away like water vapor. Nervously, he parked the car and went in through the front door, a tiny bell tinkling in the store somewhere. A tall woman leant out from an office, a phone in her hand. "Be right there," she said, smiling. He nodded and looked around. It was bigger inside than he'd have imagined, though it might have been artful interior decoration using different levels of lighting to emphasize the silks, woolens, satins on display. He saw some clothes that bore a distinct likeness to some of his more flamboyant outfits. He didn't get any feeling that it was a terribly expensive place, but the carpeting, the lighting, the artistry in the displays led him to believe that it certainly wasn't cheap. His eye caught some movement at the back of the store. One lady had just came out of the changing room and was checking how a skirt hung in a mirror, with a young saleslady standing by. He knew what he was going to say to any saleslady that finally came to help him. He'd had two instances of trying to hide who, and what, he was. In so doing, he'd had two embarrassing situations to contend with. He wasn't going to make the same mistake again! His thoughts must have distracted him, because the tall lady was bearing down on him, a slight smile playing around her lips. Before she could say anything, he walked towards her and held his hand out. "Ellie?" "That's me," she said. "I'm Pansy. Claire's friend? She said you'd a dress ready for me to pick up?" Her mouth went into a distinct 'O', then she shook his hand some more. "Pansy! My goodness! We've made an awful lot of stuff for you. I'd never have guessed!" she said beaming. "Because I'm a guy?" he asked uncertainly. "Certainly not!" She smiled back. "You're far prettier than I'd thought you'd be and anyway, lots of men who dress en femme like our flamboyance. It's just that the dress you're wearing..," she paused. "Is in a little better taste?" he asked grinning. She dipped her head, smiling. "You'll never hear me admit such a thing - I never made it!" she said. Then she turned her head and called down to the back of the store. "Estelle? Marie? Guess who's here! Pansy, Claire's friend!" And he saw the young blonde at the other end look directly at him, then say something to the customer. She then called back into the changing room and a younger, darker, sales assistant came hurrying up along with her, grins all over their faces. "You're Pansy?" the blonde said. "No! You're far too pretty!" "That's what I said," Ellie said. "But he's here to pick up the latest 'creation'" putting some emphasis on the last word. "Don't tell me. It's something really exotic," he groaned theatrically. All three women laughed, nodding their heads in unison. Estelle said "how can you wear these clothes we sell you? I mean, you must change at least twice a day, and don't you feel uncomfortable in them? I mean, some of the skirts we've made for you must be very restrictive..." "Yeah! And how can you sit down on the pink satin one with the huge bow?" Marie added. "Girls!" Ellie admonished them. "You're embarrassing Pansy. Why don't the pair of you get back to work. You've been curious about him. Now you've met him, so say 'bye." Both girls smiled and pretended to grumble, but went back down to the other end of the store. Ellie said, "Your dress is all ready. Want to try it on?" He gulped. Oh please lord, no! He thought, but he managed to hide his fear. "Don't think there's a need, is there? It's the same size as the rest, isn't it?" "Oh yes!" she said. "You're such a good customer, we have a custom dress form for you, all of the clothes we make for you are fitted to it before we send them out. C'mon over here, your dress is still on it as a matter of fact." He almost hiccuped in fright as he saw the creation on the dress form. It looked something like Betty Grable may have worn in the movie 'Down Argentine Way', a long black silk skirt, split almost to the crotch at the front, both sides of the split and the hem trimmed with extreme yellow ruffles the bodice a gleaming satin matching the ruffles on the skirt with a 'V' neck and elbow length sleeves, with the neckline and sleeve 'cuff' in black ruffles matching the skirt. "Just the way you ordered it, right Pansy?" Ellie said proudly. "Honest, we get more comments from our other customers when they see your dresses being made. You sure do have exotic tastes!" He looked at her, still somewhat in shock. 'Just the way he'd ordered it? Surely they knew that he was being forced to wear..' His thoughts were interrupted by Ellie. "The rumba panties and turban will be ready tomorrow. Want us to UPS them to you?" He nodded, coming out of shock. "Yes Ellie. That would be just fine. Thanks." He managed to get out of the store, his dress wrapped in plastic, draped over his arm. He'd paid for it with his charge card. Thought the price horrific, but hadn't commented. As he drove homeward, his thoughts were all over the place. These girls actually thought that he was the one who had ordered all the stuff he'd been wearing! He'd been a curiosity to them - a flaming drag queen! Oh god! Joni met him as he came in the door, with all of his clothes. "Hi Pansy!" she said. "Been out shopping for some more of your pretties? Took you long enough! I've been waiting for the car, thought you'd never get back. Give me the keys, huh?" He laid his packages down and went into his purse for the keys. She sidled up beside him and whispered, "Pansy? I'd advise you to get going and change into one of your proper outfits. In that dress you look almost like a real woman - and we can't have that, can we?" "I thought that maybe Linda wouldn't mind if I wore it for the rest of the day?" he said softly. Joni barked a short raucous laugh. "You're kidding, right?" But she didn't wait for his answer, just walked out of the door, laughing. He shook his head. Why had he come back? He must have been dreaming to think that Joni was any kind of prisoner. She obviously could come and go as she pleased. And who had he been kidding? Staying because he was being held hostage? He must have been nuts! Claire met him seconds later. "Back so soon? What kept you? Try your new dress on at Ellies?" "No. I didn't think I needed to," he explained. "That's fine. Just give me your wallet back. I'll keep it for you. Better get to your room and get into something more suitable. Not your new dress though. I know you must be dying to try it on, but I'll tell you when it's to be worn." "Ok Claire," he said curtseying, "but the panties and the turban for it won't be here until tomorrow." "Oh that's ok," she answered. "But after lunch is over, Madeleine wants to meet with everybody. So wear something special." He curtseyed again. "Yes Claire." Upstairs in his room, he hung his cleaned dresses and his new one in the closet, then sadly stripped off Madeleine's dress and shoes. He chose an electric blue satin sheath dress that was very tight on him, and always made him take the tiniest of little steps when he wore it. It wasn't that he liked it that much, but the ladies always seemed in a better frame of mind when what he was wearing forced him into an exceedingly feminine mode. He remembered just in time to put his velvet collar on before leaving the room to go downstairs. He helped Claire prepare the lunch, then ate alongside her in the kitchen. He heard Joni drive up while he was tidying the table, so knew she was home. After lunch had been eaten by Joni, Linda and Madeleine, he tidied up, while the ladies, Claire included, moved into the living room. He presented himself nervously there about five minutes later. "Very good Pansy!" Madeleine said nicely. "Why don't you sit down. It's time we had a long talk. Tell you what's going to happen." She then got up and walked over to him, carrying what appeared to be a photograph album. "Please have a look at these photographs, I'm sure you'll find them most interesting." He rifled through the pages, not altogether surprised by the contents. They were all of him - dressing himself, putting makeup on, over Linda's knees, being masturbated by Joni - he was the star attraction in every one. He looked up. Smiled weakly. Madeleine smiled back, and waved a bunch of credit card receipts. "A record of all your purchases - my but you've bought an awful lot of custom dresses." "I thought I'd only bought the one today," he replied, puzzled. Linda spoke up. "Technically Pansy? You're probably right, but Joni signed some, and you probably signed some before you even came to stay with us here." "I never bought any dresses before," he started. "Well," Joni butted in. "You signed some receipts before we ever got here," she turned to the girls, laughing. "He used to be so pompous. Sitting there like the lord of the manor, signing things where he'd no idea at all of what he was doing." She looked back at him. "Sorry Pansy, but you did buy a lot of feminine pretties that way." He shook his head. "But how could you have known that we'd get lost in the snow, and find this place?" All the women laughed, shook their heads. Joni sobered up first. "Well, you see Pansy. It all happened like this. I could see that the business your mother left you was going down the tubes because of your total incompetence. I decided to bail out. Madeleine here was advertising for a certified psychologist and I answered the ad." "And happy I was to see her, I can tell you Pansy," Madeleine said "How you never took advantage of her brains and work ethic, I'll never know - but I'm sorry Joni, it's you that's telling the story. Don't let me interrupt." "That's ok Madeleine," Joni said, then spoke to him again. "You see, at first I was just going to divorce you, and come and work here. But one day Linda was asking if their theory about providing a man for the patients to look down on was viable. I got to thinking. You'd never been strong physically, and you certainly weren't powerfully imposing in bed either. I started to wonder. Thought I'd suggest a way of getting you here. "For an audition sort of thing," Claire interjected. "And boy, did you pass with flying colors!" Linda added. "But the snowstorm? How? Where?" he babbled. "A little bit of auto hypnosis," Joni said. "The 'hike' was through the park on the other side of the street." "But the snow? That was real! I remember it well." "Yes. The snow was real. The only thing was that it was only a few inches deep at the most," she laughed. "God! It was funny to see you totally convinced that we'd been caught in a raging blizzard - and, when you started to sink into it, I damned near died laughing. You weren't very brave my dear - it was there that I really started to think that my assessment of you might be accurate." "And, once we got you inside, the way you just laid there in my arms and smiled as I made you over. Gave us some more verification." Linda added. "You drugged me," he retorted. "I didn't know what was going on." Joni grinned "Yeah, you sure were drugged - a little valium and a little hypnotic suggestion. Trust me. If you'd really disliked what was being done to you it would have shown, and we'd have stopped. But you didn't - so we didn't." Madeleine rose from her chair an approached him again. She handed him some papers. "Before you read these" she said "consider this. That photo album I showed you is one of three - and I have all the negatives. You paid for all of your dresses with your charge card. In town today, you identified yourself as both Gerald and Pansy a couple of times. You picked up your own dresses, admitting they were yours. You have two choices now." She smiled nicely at him. "You can stay on here as our employee, or you can go back to your old life, minus Joni of course - she's basing herself here. I will tell you though, if you take that option, we'd make sure that some of your ex- employees would get a copy of your photo album." "That's blackmail!" he said. "My my!" Listen to little Pansy," Linda jeered. "Pansy is absolutely correct Linda." Madeleine said softly. "If he took us to court? Why I'm sure he'd have a good chance of winning. But think how he'd look if the newspapers got a hold of the story - especially the photographs. But I don't think it'll come to that, will it Pansy?" "No miss Madeleine," he whispered, totally intimidated. "Very good Pansy," Madeleine said. "Now, for these do