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A reluctant new life without regrets Part 1. The emergence of Amy Chapter 1. The red dress Amy looked at her watch. "Only half an hour to my lunch date with the girls, I better hurry', she thought and turned back to the rack of clothes in front of her. She picked out a red ponti shift dress from Jigsaw that she new would look perfect with the 5 inch black patent heels she bought last week. The girls would understand if she was fashionably late, even if Tara was bring a newbie for admission into their exclusive group. Amy walked to the change room, making casual chit chat with a nice young attendant on the way. Once inside she unzipped her dark grey twill wool mini skirt, letting it casually fall to the ground, and took off her fitted wool top. Before sliding into the dress she paused as she momentarily caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. As she gazed at her reflection she had to admit that she had a great body. Her breast looked perky and gently bounced in her bra, despite only being a B-sized cup. Her tummy was flat and highlighted her gorgeous hips and long legs that were accentuated by the black opaque tights and her knee-length black leather high-heeled boots. Who would have thought she would be looking at this view two years ago. She slipped the dress over her head and zipped it up, feeling it tighten around her waist; creating the perfect hourglass figure. To get a better feel of the dress she stepping out of the change room. A tingle went up her spine and into her groin as the hem brushed just above her knee and the lining rubbed her stocking legs. I will never get tired of this feeling she was thinking just as the attendant gushed towards her commenting on how wonderful she looked. Giving a little twirl in the mirror she had to agree. The black tights and boots gave the ensemble a classy but raw, sexy feel, especially with her straight shoulder length brunette hair. Still, she would still look great wearing this dress with bare legs and higher heels. This one was a keeper and the girls were going to be so jealous. Changing quickly back into her clothes she paid for the dress, promising the attendant she would be back soon. This was one must be really new she thought, I am here every almost week! As she left the boutique she looked at her watch again, already 15 minutes late. She quickened her pace, absorbed in the click of the heels on the pavement and the sensation of her legs gently rubbing against each other in her tights. She was oblivious to the admiring stares she got from the men passing by. Even if she had noticed it wouldn't have registered much out of her subconscious, she was used to the minds of men and, in more ways than one, was secretly pleased. Her thoughts drifted to the new girl, apparently she was a blonde called Jennifer who was even more ravishing than the last new member. Tara said she performed even better too but needed training. They all needed training but she was always willing to oblige. She better make the most of this one, after two years in the group she was the unofficial matriarch and about to embark on the next, inevitable, phase of her new life. After that every thing would be different. She reflected back on how much training she needed when she joined a little over two years ago. She couldn't believe how reluctantly she embraced her new life. She now appreciated it was the best thing that had ever happened too her. Chapter 2. Two years ago Alan woke up with a hang over the size of Texas. Strange he thought, I don't remember drinking last night. As he got his blurred vision back he realized he was lying on a double bed in a strange bedroom. The room was tastefully decorated and the bed had a white duvet with a faint flowery pattern. Bit too girly he thought as he stumbled to his feet and realized he was naked. Walking into the living room he almost bumped into his wife, Veronica. What was she doing here, he thought. "Finally up sleepy," she said. "Where am I?" Alan asked. "Your new apartment, don't you like it?" "My new apartment? What has happened?" "Our relationship has gone down hill, I have decided that it is time you move out and I am helping you create the life I know you have always secretly wanted" Veronica said with a sly tinge of malice in her voice. "What life? I have a great life already, why would I want anything different?" Alan immediately replied thinking of his job as a well-paid upper middle management consultant in a finance firm. He had earned a great income from bonuses and shares and had to be worth at least $1m now. "Your new life as Amy." "Amy?" "Yes, today is the day you come out as Amy, the woman you always knew you wanted to be," Veronica said, now with clear malice and enjoyment. "What are you talking about? This is crazy." "You are confused Amy, I know this is a big day for girls like you, don't worry your pretty head it is all arranged." "Stop calling me Amy. What is all arranged and how did I get here?" "I am trying to be a supportive wife!" Veronica said, now clearly enjoying herself "I have done lots of research with other wives of transgendered woman and planned everything so you will have a gorgeous awakening." "Planned?" "Yes, planned. Why do you think I encouraged you to grow long hair a year ago?" "That was for this." Yes, and hadn't you wondered why your seemed to have more fat around the hips and other places and were so moody? "I thought it was just stress and getting old?" "You are only 26! It was the 'multi-vitamins' I was making you take, they were really a concoction of female hormones and male hormone blocking drugs. You are ready now." "This is absurd. Why have you been doing this to me?" "Our relationship has soured and I am told some girls like you need to be pushed into their femininity rather than going willingly. Don't worry, once you transformation is complete you will repay me." "Well I don't want to be a woman and you can make me!" Alan answered angrily "Too late for that my pretty girl. I changed your name by deadpoll last week to Amy Horne and registered you into a M-F transsexual gender reassignment program. I of course, filed for divorce and have taken control of all your assets based on a good lawyer and the letter you wrote me." "What letter?" "This one. Don't you remember writing it Amy?" Veronica said, barely holding back the malicious laughter as she handed Alan a typed letter. Bewildered, Alan quickly scanned it. "Dear Veronica, I cant keep my feelings from you any longer. We have drifted apart over the years and it is all my fault. I have always known something didn't feel right. I realize now that I am meant to be a woman. The feeling is so overwhelming and I have seen doctors who agree. I have left you and now live full time as Amy. The hormones are working and I haven't felt so wonderful in years. I know I have treated you bad and to make it up to you I leave everything. I will make my way in life a new, as Amy, and plan to severe all ties to my old self. I live with some other supportive T-girls and will send you details on how to contact me later. Don't worry about me, I am so happy. I have turned to pleasuring men who like us "special" girls to earn me keep. The money is good and it helps me to learn things a woman needs to know. In two years living full time I can have the operation to make me a proper woman. Hopefully I will have saved enough, if not I wont complain, who would have thought men were so wonderful to pleasure! Love Amy xxoo" Alan couldn't believe it. Veronica then handed him a dead poll form showing he had officially changed his name to Amy Horne and requested his documents state him as female. Finally she passed him a letter from a medical clinic stating he was a M-F Transsexual undergoing hormone replacement therapy. "How did you arrange this so quickly," Alan stammered. "I have had two-weeks" Veronica replied "I have had you doped out in this flat all that time, but you wouldn't remember as I used high dose midazolam which gives you amnesia, and makes you very suggestive! I have also been giving you really big doses of female hormones. It has had the benefit of letting you loss lots of weight and getting your figure more feminine. I have to say it has worked, you have such lovely hips and your breasts are coming on faster than I thought." "Of course when I told your boss he was very supportive to me. He doesn't seem the most understanding person towards transsexuals though, now what did he call you, Ah that's right a "deviant sissy fag'. He terminated your job immediately and has given me all your severance and bonuses. With everything else you owned I am now very rich it seems, but I am understanding and want to help you blossom as Amy so will support you financially until you are ready to stand independently on your own high heeled feet, as long as you follow my rules." "This is madness," Alan replied, "no one will believe any of this. I am leaving!" "You obviously haven't had a look at yourself. You seem a bit bare to walk out now." Alan then released that he was still naked and stormed into the bedroom. "Where are my clothes?" he shouted. "I got rid of those awful male things. There are a few things in the closet for you. There isn't much but after talking to a few other girls like you they all said I should let you find your own female self. And, anyway, all us girls like to shop don't we! I have planned a whole week of girly things, it wont be long before you have plenty of pretty stuff to wear." Alan reluctantly opened the first closet and saw a high-necked black long-sleeve polo and some capri pants hanging up. Both were clearly women's clothes and despite being conservative were stylishly tight fitting. "You will find some ballet flats, nude coloured opaque pull-ups and a conservative matching bra and panty set in the draw. These will get you going. The other trannies I spoke too said, after so many years being stuck as a man, you would probably want to go out in some sexy flashy dress but you should resist on the first few days fulltime until you are comfortably passable. I have also got you a gaff and put some B-sized falsies in the bra. Don't worry about makeup yet and just pull your hair up with that scrunchie. Now you better start getting ready, we have appointments to keep and it is getting late." "This is madness, I refuse to dress up like this and do your bidding!" shouted Alan. "I don't think you understand Amy, you are mine and you are 100% dependent on me. Now get dressed or else, you sissy girly-boy faggot," demanded Veronica. "Or else what," snapped Alan "Or else I take those clothes and walk out of here never to see you again." "Sounds fine!" said Alan. "Remember you will be on your own. You have no idea where you are and all you will have are some official documents saying you are Amy, a transsexual woman, and what ever is left in that other closet. You will have no money, no nothing." Alan opened the other closet. It was empty except for a tarty blue spandex mini-dress, that hardly went below the hips, fishnet stockings, a pair of tacky shinny black 5 inch heel long boots and a very frilly, and cheap, bra and g-string panty set. There was no doubt what this outfit implied. "It will cost you a lot to change back to Alan. You wont be able to leave the flat naked so you will have to wear that. It wont take you long to get used to looking like a tart because that will be the only way a girl like you will make any money. Of course most of your income will go to the costs needed to keep you a passable tranny. I think it would take you months to be able to afford to change back. No one will take you back to your old life or believe you aren't a tranny faggot by then. Maybe that is what you want? Sucking strange men's cocks and being fucked up the arse for a few dollars? Amy, the choice is yours, do as I order and have a supported and protected life of luxury or refuse your new mistress and be on the streets turning tricks as a shemale by the end of the week. Either way you are now Amy and you are a woman so get used to it" Alan just collapsed onto the bed, his long hair falling over his face, he was trapped and it was all too overwhelming and he started crying and crying. For some reason he couldn't stop. "That is the hormones dea," said Veronica soothingly. "I will give you a minute to decide. If you aren't out in 20 minutes dressed as I instructed then you are on your own." And Veronica turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. Alan looked down at his body. It had changed. He was always slight with fine features but he now had the body of a pubescent girl with much bigger nipples than he remembered and there were clear buds of breast tissue. Not enough to wear a bra but there were definitely breasts starting. He turned his gaze to the two closets. Veronica was right he was truly set up and had no choice he had to leave the flat eventually dressed as a woman. Walking over he pick up the blue mini-dress. There was no way he could put that on and walk out that door. Alan reluctantly picked up the panties and pulled them on. They were almost a girdle and clearly designed to hold things in and flatten the waist. They felt tight and uncomfortable and he noticed that his male parts were obvious. No way I can get away with those pants he thought. Then he remembered that Veronica had mentioned something about a gaff. Having no idea what that was he assumed it was the strange garment next to the bra. Clearly this was meant to go under the panties. He slid it on and realized what it did! Tucking in his penis into the gaff it pushed his balls up into his groin. With the shaping panties on there was no nothing to see. Next he picked up the bra, which already had the falsies in them. It took him a while to work out how to put it on, he had taken many off in his time but this was different. Finally he pulled on the tight pants and the top. The pulls ups hid any hair on his legs and he slipped on the ballet flats. Putting his hair in a ponytail he looked in the mirror, he had to admit that he looked almost like a women, he definitely had a female figure. I guess I am lucky I was always petite and had small hands and feet he thought. Veronica was clearly mad, he thought, and she probably just wants to humiliate me then she will leave me be. I better get this over with he thought and stepped out of the bedroom. "Oh you look gorgeous Amy," gushed Veronica. "You were made for that top, look how it brings out your figure." Alan just stood there blushing with rage and embarrassment. "We have a busy day but I have a few rules before we leave. First, I am now your mistress and you must call me that and do exactly as I order. If you disobey I will turn you out on the streets. Do you understand?" "Yes," said Alan. "Yes, what?" "Yes, my mistress," passively answered Alan. "That's better, now do a little prance and turn so I can see how you go." "Yes, my mistress," said Alan and took a few steps and turned around. "That is no good. That is not how a women walks, I wont be embarrassed by being seem in public with some drag queen. Sashay and wiggle those hips." Alan did as he was told. "That's better Amy, now do it again and saying, 'I am a pretty sissy boy who cant wait to be all woman.' You need to start using a feminine voice." "Yes mistress," said Alan and did exactly as he was instructed. As he turned back he saw that Veronica had produced a camera and had filmed all of it. "Perfect, just a little guarantee that you do what you are told today. Now remember you need to behave like a women. Stand straight, hold you shoulder back and cross your legs when you sit. Now lets go, you are going to have an amazing day. I have put together a few things a girl needs to get by." With that Veronica passed Alan a small clutch and then walked out the door saying "hurry up" as she left. Alan took a big breath and stepped out. Fortunately they didn't see anyone before they got to the car and Alan quickly jumped in. "Don't worry it is a short drive we wont be late," Veronica said nonchalantly as she pulled into the street. "Where are we going mistress?" Alan asked. "To a beauty parlor, we have a lot of work to do to make you look your best. Now don't worry, the girls at this place know your secret but they think you have come out at your own free-will so you better act like an excited transsexual on her first day fulltime, or I wont be there to pick you up when they are finished, understand?" "Yes, my mistress, I will do exactly as you ask," muttered Alan submissively "Good girl, here we are," said Veronica pulling up. Alan quickly bolted into the beauty parlor, as he stepped in two young women can rushing up. Fortunately there didn't seem to be any other customers. "You must be Amy," said one. "I am Tasmin and this is Sarah we will be looking after you today. We specialize in helping girls like you come out. We understand how special this day is for you. You must be so excited." "I am in a daze," answered Alan. "Lets have a look at you then," said Sarah walking around Alan. "You are ravishing. There is no doubt you were always meant to be Amy, my dear. Follow me." Sarah lead Alan into a luxurious change room and indicated he should get undressed and into a big fluffy robe that was hanging on the wall. Alan meekly obliged, happy to be getting these unfamiliar clothes off. Walking out Sarah led him to a small room. "First we will give you a full body wax and get your bikini line done," she said. An hour later, Alan was all waxed. "Now isn't that better?" said Sarah as he took Alan's hand and gently rubbed it over his tummy and legs. Alan had to admit it did feel strangely arousing. "Wonderful," he answered. "Still not there yet though. Pop in there and have a shower using this cream. It will get rid of any hair I missed and help make your skin even smoother. Also use this gel on your breasts every day. I can see the hormones are working but the gel will give you even faster growth. In a few weeks you will have lovely new breasts just like you always wanted. After that you can always get bigger ones with surgical augmentation." Showering all the wax off, Alan rubbed on the cream. He had to admit he was enjoying the more sensitive soft smooth skin. The cream sent tingles all over his skin and before he knew it he had the biggest erection he could ever remember. Can't walk out with this showing under my robe he thought as he slowly started wanking himself. Building up it didn't take long to cum all over the shower. Feeling relaxed he got out of the shower and started drying himself with the big pink fluffy towels provided. Even just drying himself felt nice now. As he stepped out Sarah beckoned him to a seat in the main part of the parlor. "Time for the face, we better get it ready before Tasmin makes you up." "I thought you had finished," Alan said meekly, not wanting more painful waxing. "Along way to go yet, silly. We will just do a little electrolysis today but with daily treatment you will be permanently rid of any five o'clock shadow in a few weeks." With that Sarah got to work. "Now lets I also need to sculpture those brows. Close your eyes," Sarah said as she finished the electrolysis. When he opened then he saw he had perfectly shaped eyebrows and Tasmin was standing next to Sarah. "You look so beautiful already, and look at those luscious long legs. I bet you cant wait to slip some stockings over them and get into a mini skirt," she said. "Now lets start on the hair all those split ends." As Tasmin cut she made ideal chit chat with Alan, asking him when he first knew he was really a women, when did he first start wearing women's clothes and how he liked the hormones. Assuming that Veronica would be checking on him later he lied. Telling her he first realized when he was a teenager. He was always effeminate and felt more comfortable around other girls. He made up a story about how he had first slipped on his older sisters prom dress when he was 15 and never wanted to take it off. As he grew older he started to better understand and since starting the hormones he loved the changes he was feeling. Tasmin commented on how brave she thought girls like Amy were. Alan responded by saying how important it was to have real women understand and support her. "You must be looking forward to stepping out in your first dress. Have you picked it yet?" she asked. "No," said Alan, "I thought I would go shopping today and find a few options." He seemed confortable talking to Tasmin, he now understood the different relationship women have with each other, when there are no men about. "Look up darling," said Tasmin. As Alan looked up he saw his hair had been cut to shoulder length and was now straight and sculptured, highlighting his face and features. "You look divine," said Tasmin "your hair is wonderful and you can wear it so many different ways. I will teach you how to put it up later, today just leave it down it should hold its shape for a few days. Now lets make you up. If you don't mind I think you should let me pick you colorings." "If you can do as good a job with my make up as my hair then please be my guest," answered Alan. Next came another hour of foundation, lipstick, mascara and nail polish, with lots of subtle hints on how to apply each item and how not to go over the top. Tasmin pointed out that Amy would need lots of practice. "All finished, now pop off and get dressed so we can all see our masterpiece," said Tasmin lightly touching Alan's shoulder. "Be careful putting that polo on over the make up" she warned as he stepped back into the change room. Stepping out Tasmin and Sarah led him to a full-length mirror, both wearing huge smiles. Looking into the mirror Alan saw a tall slim women looking back at him, her hair draped over her shoulder. He couldn't believe it and stood there dumbstruck. "Impressed I see," said Tasmin. "Amy you are so beautiful, welcome to womanhood!" As they walked out into the front room of the parlor Alan saw Veronica waiting with a women he had never meet before. She was a stunning Amazonian blonde. Six foot tall with legs that went forever in her short mini-dress. The outfit was clearly designer and matched her heels perfectly. He would love to have her in bed he thought as the gaff held back another emerging erection. "Amy, you look gorgeous," said Veronica. "I hear you have been having a ball getting pampered. I would like you to meet Natasha." "Pleased to meet you," said Alan holding out his perfectly manicured hand. "Natasha is a personal shopper who I have arranged for your big day." "Wonderful," said Alan, not sure what this would mean. Looking Amy over Natasha replied "we are going to have fun today I can see, so much better working with a gorgeous product." Veronica then took Amy aside and whispered, "I have given Natasha enough money to get every thing you need. She doesn't know you secret so don't blow it." "Yes mistress I promise I will be a good girl." "There is a sale on at Karen Miller today and I know a skirt that is perfect for you. We will start there." Grabbing Alan by the hand and pulling him to the door. As Alan left Tasmin and Sarah gave her a hug and informed him that he had another appointment at 10 am the next day. Making Alan promise to wear something that would show off those long smooth legs. The next five hours were a blur for Alan. Whisked from one shop to another as Natasha pulled out untold skirts, tops and dresses. Whenever Alan selected a pair of pants Natasha would look at them and comment on how they were either last season or didn't suit her figure. It always seemed to be skirts and dresses, and not long hemlines either. Nothing was below the knee. Natasha made him try them on but he couldn't concentrate, as he was so self-conscious walking around as a woman. He felt certain that everyone was staring at him and could tell. Once, as he was pulling up a skirt Natasha almost walked in on him. She would have definitely been able to see he had falsies and a gaff on. Finally, Natasha took Alan to a shoe store and got him fitted for some soft leather flat knee-length boots. As they were about to pay Natasha grabbed a pair of 5 inch pumps and said "these are divine and will go with a little black dress I have in mind. Lets get them." "Shouldn't I have to try them on?" said Alan, secretly hoping he wouldn't, as he was sure it would be obvious to everyone he had never worn heels. "No, they will fit you. Now let's get that dress!" Finally after five hours Natasha said it was time to go home. They could barely carry all the bags they had. Natasha offered to help Alan get everything home and they jumped in a cab. As the cab pulled up, Natasha offered to help carry the bags to Alan's new flat. Putting the bags on the bed Natasha started to unpack. Alan just wanted to collapse but Natasha said, "Now the fun part begins, trying it all on and seeing what goes with what." "You don't need to stay, it is late," said Alan. "Nonsense, all part of the service, and anyway which girl could turn down a dress up! Lets start with that blouse there, don't you think it will look stunning with that pleated skirt. I cant wait to see you in it." Alan meekly undressed and pulled on the clothes. "Oh I was right, twirl around, yes it falls perfectly over your hips and bottom." Natasha kept picking out combinations and getting Alan to model them, always commenting positively on his look. "I know this is unprofessional, but I love that blue silk shift, do you mind if I try it on, I think we are the same size?" Before Alan had had a chance to say yes Natasha had slipped off her dress and was standing in front of him in a pair of black lacy panties and a bra that barely hid a pair of perfect C-cup breasts. This is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and she just stripped in front of me thought Alan. Maybe pretending to be a woman has its advantages. Once in the dress Natasha looks at herself critically in the mirror. "Not quite right for me, it works better on you." She said unzipping the dress and letting it fall to the ground. "Oh goodness, I had almost forgotten the little black dress, you must try that on before I go." Alan went slipped on the dress. It was a fine wool halter neck dress with a slight flair that came out to just above the knee. The lining was silk which rubbed against his new soft skin. The zip was at the back and Natasha offered to zip him up. Turning in the mirror Alan had to admit he did look hot. "Of course, you should wear some sheer black stockings to really make it work. Should I unzip you?" Natasha asked moving up behind Alan. "Please," he answered. Natasha slowly pulled the zip down. As she did so her hand rested on Alan's waist. After unzipping the dress her right hand move up to his neck and pulled the hair aside as he felt Natasha move close against him so there bodies were touching, hers just in the lingerie and his in the unzipped dress. She started gently kissing the back of his neck. Alan had never felt anything like it and he let out a soft high pitched moan that he only half registered. Natasha's left hand started caressing his hips and moved down the top of his soft leg. Alan felt like he was going to burst, foreplay had never felt this good. Not long ago he would have jumped at sex with this glamazon but what would happen if she found out what he wasn't what she expected. "I cant," Alan whispered between the moans. "Haven't you been with another women before?" Natasha said as she simultaneously nibbled his ear and caressed his buttocks. "I have been with women," Alan answered truthfully. "I knew it," she said. "I know you want me." "I do but I am not like other women" Alan replied, as shots of electricity seemed to be travelling through his body as she caressed his newly sensitive skin. "Don't worry, nothing bothers me, you are too beautiful to leave alone," Natasha whispered as slid the dress off Alan and turned him around so they could embrace. Alan put his arms around Natasha and started feeling her in the way he now wanted to be felt. Running his hands gently over her back, around her buttocks and breasts. Almost simultaneously they started undoing each other's bra and they slid to the ground just as Alan's new breast buds touched against Natasha's perfect breasts. "Oh my god, these never felt like that before," he thought, "can this get any better, I feel like I am going to explode if she doesn't take my panties off soon. But then what? Will the most beautiful women I have ever meet turn and run once she sees I am some freak" he thought. But, he didn't have time to think for long; Natasha pulled him to the bed, never stopping kissing him, having now found his nipples. Then she pulled down his panties and gaff in one go and reached down and felt his now massive penis. "Oh, what have we here, what a pleasant surprise," she said and started to gently stroke his appendage with he fingers. After five minutes of sheer bliss she stopped kissing his nipples and leaned over and put her mouth around his throbbing member. Her hand migrating up his body and stroking his nipples. She has done this before Alan thought as her trained tongue and mouth got to work. Before long Alan was moaning in pleasure again, his back arching with each thrust of her mouth. Natasha pulled out, Alan winced, please don't stop he pleaded. "You love this don't you?" she said. "Oh, yes, ye.s" "Then say something for me, it will turn me on," Natasha whispered. "Anything," moaned Alan. "Tell me how much you love being a sissy shemale?" "Yes, yes, I love being a sissy shemale." "I bet you always just want to wear pretty dresses." "Yes yes I just want to wear dresses," Alan answered as Natasha started sucking his prick again. "I bet you cant wait to be a real girl and be fucked properly." "Yes yes I cant wait until I am a real girl," Alan answered as he cummed. The orgasm was unlike anything he had experienced, deep, sustained and fulfilling. He threw his back up and screamed a high-pitch scream as he fell to the bed. "Mmmm, that tasted good," said Natasha as she held her breasts just over Alan's face. He gladly grabbed then and sucked on her nipples. She started moaning and Alan started moving her hand down to her panties. "Slowly" she whispered as he pulled them off. He advanced his hand into her crotch ready to pleasure a wet clit but instead he found a hard throbbing penis. "I told you I would understand, now it's my turn," Natasha whispered pushing his face off her breasts and towards her crotch. Alan stared at the erect member in front of him. She obviously wanted him to suck it off. Somehow it seemed right and he knew he wanted it. He put it in his mouth. It made him gag initially but then all he wanted to do was please this sexy shemale. He started thrusting her penis in and out of his mouth. He was clearly doing a good job because he started moaning and writhing. Not even knowing why he started rubbing her balls with his newly manicured hands. It clearly was the right thing and Natasha quickly orgasmed into his mouth with the same sort of girly scream he had just done. He swallowed the salty fluid and moved up her body kissing her tummy and breasts as he made his way to her lips and a tight embrace. "Who would have thought you would be such a good cocksucker on your first day. I am impressed. You seemed to like that, isn't it like nothing you have every felt before?" "That was amazing, sex has never felt that sensual and deep." "You wait it only gets better from here my sweet." "I have so many questions for you." "Sshh, not now darling, time for sleep," she soothingly whispered. Natasha was right, Alan was exhausted it had been a long strange day and he quickly drifted off into a deep sleep in the arms of Natasha. Maybe it was all a dream he thought. Chapter 3. The morning after Alan started to wake from the deepest sleep feeling wonderful, noticing intense pleasure around his nipples. "Amy, time to wake up my darling," he heard Natasha whisper into his ears. Alan pretended to be asleep, absorbed in the wonderful feeling as his new nipples became more aroused and erect. He just lay there as she expertly moved her hands over him and started kissing his neck and ears. She certainly new his weak spots he thought as he finally gave in to everything she was doing. "Looks like at least one part of you is awake" she said grasping his throbbing penis. Alan rolled over and started kissing Natasha's breasts and reciprocating the arousal. Soon both were moaning comfortably as they lay facing each other sucking hard on each other's dicks and massaging their breasts. Alan had to admit that if being a woman meant doing this with Natasha he might not want to go back to manhood as quickly as he thought. Natasha stopped. "You really enjoy this don't you?" she asked. "Yes," was all he could answer. "Tell me how much you enjoy being a shemale sucking off other shemales." "This is the most amazing sex I have ever had," he obediently answered. "You are such a good passive feminine little thing Amy. Can I take you to the next level of pleasure?" "Please do anything to me." With that Natasha pulled Alan up over here and sat her on her groin rubbing on his balls and cock. He arched his back and moaned deeply oblivious to his surroundings. She quickly and expertly lifted him and thrust her cock deep into his waiting arse. Alan grimaced with pain as the member tore the virgin opening then he was filled with a sensation of such pleasure deep inside him that he knew she had found his G-spot and he screamed with joy as Natasha fucked him. "Is that nice." "Oohh," was all Alan could answer. "You like being fucked don't you Amy?" "Ooh yes I like being fucked." "Are you happy to be a transsexual finally getting fucked?" Alan couldn't resist he was helpless to Natasha whilst he was fucking him so well. "I have always known I was a girl and wanted to be treated like one, I am so happy I am now a transsexual," he screamed as the orgasm hit him and he ejected his cum all over Natasha before flopping to the bed. "That was wonderful," he murmured. "It looked it," Natasha answered. "Now looks like you have some cleaning up to do my dirty little girl." Obligingly Alan started licking his cum off Natasha, clearly arousing her as he went. Soon his mouth was willingly around her throbbing member and his fingers tickling her arse. Natasha was enjoying it; he did seem good at this he thought. Natasha orgasmed and he swallowed it with joy as she pulled him into a post-coital embrace. "You are wonderful," Natasha said, "so exploratory on your first day." "How do you know it was my first day? Anyway I am not really a transsexual I am being forced into this. I am really a normal man." "That's not what you said last night and this morning. If I hadn't known better I would have thought you had been a tranny who has been sucking cock for years." "I agree the sex is anmazing but I am being forced into this. I don't want to look like this or wear those clothes." "Most of us felt that way when we started but trust me in a few months you will never want to go back." "But I am not like you I haven't chosen this life." "I started like you. I was forcibly feminized a year ago by my ex- girlfriend. Now I realize my mistress was right. I was always meant to be a woman. It was the best thing that has every happened to me, I would never go back. In a year I will be able to have my re-assignment surgery, if my mistress gives me permission, of course." "You were forced too?" answered Alan bewildered. "There are thousands of us my darling. Obviously everyone knows about the girls that elect to choose this life openly, and the drag queens and cross-dressers, but that is the minority, most of us girls are feminized in secret. You would bump into a girl like us every day and not know it. In fact you were served by at least two yesterday whilst shopping. Eventually you will be able to pick the very subtle differences." "Why do they do it to us?" "Who knows the reasons, we have to be submissive girls, it is not for us to question our mistresses decisions. Sometimes the girl has cheated on her mistress and she wants the ultimate revenge. Most of those girls end up humiliated and shamed working as prostitutes, sex-slaves or sissy maids. But many of us are transitions just because our mistress wants it, and knows we have the right sort of body to be transformed convincingly. We are the lucky ones, our mistresses want a little toy to dress up and play with. If we just do her biding we can live as ladies of leisure just shopping, lunching and fucking. What could be better than that?" "But what does my mistress what in return." "At this stage just be a submissive enchanting female, she may find chores for you later." "What if I refuse?" "All of us felt this way at the start but Amy you need to understand that you have no choice. In the eyes of the law, and all your friends and family, you are a transsexual now. If you run away you will still be Amy. It takes along time and a lot of money to come off hormones and get back a male body, and life. You will need to live as Amy during that time anyway. No one will believe you, a man, were forced to be a woman, it just sees to fanciful. Every girl who has refused has ended up worse off. It is best that you just accept who you are and enjoy it until the time comes that your mistress offers to let you go." "Has yours?" "Yes, she said I had pleased her enough and gave me $20000 to return to my old life." "What did you do? Why aren't you a man again?" "I went straight out and bought a Chanel handbag, some Prada shoes and booked in for breast augmentation the next day! What else would a girl with little A-cup boobs do? I am Natasha and will never go back. I cant even bear to wear pants, even women's ones." Alan's mind was a blur, all these men forced to be women then refusing to resist. It was madness. But he had to agree he didn't have any choice at the moment. "Lets get up," Natasha said, "I am starved." Both the "girls" got out of bed and Natasha handed Alan a skimpy white frilly negligee and put on a matching on. Hand in hand they went to kitchen. "Our mistresses have instructed me to be your guide and confident during your transition. First we need to get you used to eating like a girl, we need to watch out figures, as it is our greatest asset. Just a light meal of low fat cereal and milk each morning. Lunch is a salad and dinner steamed vegetables and meat. Have some coffee and you need to remember to take all your hormones every day at breakfast. Did Sarah give you some gel?" "Yes," Alan replied "Good, always rub that on after a shower and before you go to bed, unless you are pre-occupied" She slyly said kissing his neck again and gently resting her hands on Alan's new breasts. "I see you two girls are getting along well," said a voice from behind. Alan turned to see Veronica entering the room. "You look divine as usual Amy, has she been a good girl Natasha?" "Yes mistress, she has been a very submissive little girl." "Good, you seem to have taken to being a women." "You are forcing me into this, I didn't want it," Alan shot back. "That isn't what you were saying this morning, or last night, you seemed most willing." "What do you mean?" "Here have a look" Veronica pulled out a netbook and opened a web page entitled "Amy Horne, tranny goddess'. There was a video playing of her and Natasha having sex. Alan could see he was enjoying it and loudly claiming his transsexuality. He looked closer the website was his blog with entries about how much he enjoyed wearing heels, a new dress he bought, his first day out at a gay club em femme and how much he enjoyed having sex with men and other shemales. "You tricked me," shouted Alan "No, you did that willingly in the flat I own. I have already shown today's installment of your blog to your old boss and friends at work. I think some of them want your address, you certainly seem to know how to please a cock." "Now I think Natasha has plans for you today outside of the bedroom." "Yes mistress, we have another appointment with Tasmin and Sarah then it is back to the shops for education and shopping. Amy's wardrobe is still woefully empty and she hasn't even got any heels." "Good, I will tell your mistress how pleased with you I am. I am sure she will reward you with that new pair of Jimmy Choo kitten heels I am told you want." "Ooh, Thank you." "Now Amy, here is my next rule. Until I tell you otherwise you are only to wear skirts and dresses, no pants, you need to get used to wearing feminine things. If I see you even looking at pants you are out. Also, you must have stockings or tights on too. I will let you off heels today but from tomorrow you will wear high heels until Natasha tells me you have mastered the art. Understand?" "Yes," replied Alan. "Yes what you cock-sucking sissy. Maybe I should give this address out at your work and let your old work buddies come by and fuck you senseless?" "No. Mistress, thank you for letting me be feminine in every way." "Good girl Amy, now you girls better get ready." After Veronica left, Alan turned to Natasha. "Did you set me up?" tears welling in his eyes. "No I promise I knew nothing about it. When I saw you I knew I had to have you. But don't you see what you are up against. It will be so much better for you if you just submit to womanhood. Trust me it will be the best thing that ever happened to you." "Ok, I trust you," Alan said, surprised that he then lent over and gave her a friendly hug. "Thank you Amy, now we better get ready, you are about to find out why it takes women so long to get dressed!" Walking back into the bedroom, Natasha suggests that Alan take the first shower and she would prepare an ensemble for Alan to wear. Leaving Natasha to rummage through the closet, Alan stepped into under the warm water. The water felt nice against his skin and he started cleaning himself with the perfumed gel. "Out you hop Amy and don't forget to put that gel on your boobs," Natasha called from the bedroom. Alan got out and dried himself off and rubbed the gel as instructed. The gel warmed his nipples. Natasha had laid out a crisp white fitted blouse and a grey pencil skirt on the bed. Natasha handed him some of the lingerie they had bought yesterday and showed him how to properly push his balls up into his groin and tuck his penis in behind him. "It will feel uncomfortable for a while but you will get used to it and you can go to the toilet sitting down without having to untuck. Handing Alan a pair of 70 denier black opaque's, Natasha said "put these on, you will feel more comfortable in opaque's, feminine but hid any blemishes. A T-girls best friend." Alan slipped the tights on; he shivered as the silky material rubbed against his legs. "You look like you are enjoying this. Don't worry you will be getting plenty of time in them," said Natasha, making Alan blush. "Now get dressed whilst I have a shower then I will help you with your makeup and hair." Natasha was out of the shower by the time Alan had zipped up and straightened the skirt. It was very tight, sitting just above his knees, and with no slit, forced him to walk with little steps. Natasha expertly grabbed some clothes from the closet, commenting on how it was lucky they were the same size. Once dressed she indicated Alan sit down. Natasha brushed his hair and soon it was looking like he had just stepped out of the beauty parlor. She started doing his make up giving little tips here and there. "There finished. Stand up and look at your self in the mirror." As he looked in the mirror all he saw was a gorgeous women looking back at him. "The most important thing about being a woman is believing you are one. If you think you look gorgeous then no one will know your secret. Put those boots on and we better go," said Natasha gentling sliding up behind him and putting her arms around his tight waist. Soon they were pulling up in front of the beauty parlor. Natasha reassured Alan he would be making a big impression and sent him in. She was right. "Oh my god!" screamed Tasmin as Alan walking in. "Look at you. You are stunning! That skirt is just divine on you, can I borrow it? Although I doubt I could pull it off like you are." "Sure," said Alan feeling proud to be receiving the comments from these real women. Sarah came out from the back and was equally gushing. "How do you feel?" "Wonderful, it is so nice to be able to finally wear a skirt and tights." Alan replied conscious that Veronica seemed to have spies everywhere. "Nice for all of us, darling. Well, lets take them off, more skin care and electrolysis today." A morning of pampering followed, Alan found himself leafing through a Vogue whilst he was having the electrolysis. Then Tasmin worked on his hair, showing him how to brush it and put it up, and then continued with make up tips, getting Alan to apply his own lipstick and eye shadow. She was just finishing up when Natasha came back. "I need our beauty queen. We have a busy afternoon of shoe shopping ahead." Most of the afternoon was spent trying on shoes. Soon Alan's feet were killing him. Natasha reassured him he would get used to it with time. Occasionally, Natasha took Alan into a clothes boutique after seeing something in the window. Natasha carefully explained how to pick an outfit that looked feminine but still hid his secrets. Natasha explained that it was better for Amy to wear dresses and skirts, not only would it make her feel and look like a woman but it was easier to hid any bulges. At least Alan now felt comfortable having Natasha in the change room with him so they could try everything on properly and match. He definitely appreciated the confidence Natasha gave him. She seemed so natural, how could it be a year ago she was a man?" They didn't stop shopping until the stores shut. When they got home Natasha insisted that Alan put on some of the heels and practice walking around the apartment. It definitely wasn't as easy as women made it look and Alan knew he had to have it mastered by the morning. "You have done well today Amy, time for you reward." Natasha pulled Alan towards him and ran her hand down his leg raising the hem of his skirt and rubbing up his leg, letting the sensual feel of the stockings do their trick. Soon they were standing in their lingerie interlocked into mutual foreplay. Natasha undid Alan's bra and started massaging his nipples, releasing a wave of pleasure. "Do you want some cock?" Natasha asked. "Yes, please," replied Alan kneeling down and kissing her erect penis, tasting the pre-cum awaiting him. Alan started sucking loving every bit of this shemales huge cock in his mouth. He could tell she was almost about to orgasm when she pulled him onto to the bed and deftly thrust her cock inside him. Soon both were moaning in synch and they exploded into pleasure at the same time. The next few weeks were a blur of pampering, shopping until he dropped and deep long sex. By the end Amy had a huge wardrobe and was schooled in most aspects of "her" new life. A few Saturdays later Veronica visited and was very pleased with Amy's progress, commenting on how passable she was. Veronica said Amy had worked hard and deserved a night out to celebrate. Natasha offered to take her out and make sure she had fun. They spent the next three hours getting ready, trying on different dresses until they decided on a strappy mid-thigh length dress with a slit up the side and some killer heels. The velvet lining brushed against his skin and it clung just right around his waist and legs. Natasha suggested that Amy wear some sheer stockings and garters. Natasha took them to a busy but classy club. Soon they were in the corner fending off proposals. "I never realized men were so obvious and sleazy," said Amy. "Hay, I know! I cant believe I used to be like that. Before my transformation I was such a sleazy guy. Anyway, this is nothing, remember we have all the power, you pick the one you like and he will do anything for you. Mmmm, look at that one. Wouldn't mind having him" Said Natasha indicating a man at the bar. Amy had to admit that the guy had a muscular figure and, weirdly, the concept didn't repulse him. The man noticed them and came over, introduced himself as Roger and started focusing his efforts on Amy. Amy didn't push him away but rather felt all giggly when he made a joke and wanted to behaved like the perfect submissive girl, all to an approving gaze from Natasha. Roger suggested they might go somewhere quieter. Amy offered his place, and suggested that Natasha might want to come too. This clearly excited Roger. In the taxi Roger sat in the middle and soon he had his hands on each of their knees. God, was I this obvious thought Amy. Amy stopped Roger's hand once he started moving it up under the dress and started kissing him as a distraction. Natasha followed suit. Amy saw the taxi driver staring at them through the mirror. "Sorry hon, we are all his tonight. Eyes on the road," said Natasha. Before he knew what was happening they were back at their place. The two girls started kissing each other, which just made Roger more excited. Then they started, expertly, for Amy had had plenty of practice by now, undressing Roger and feeling him over. Soon Amy was on her knees sucking Roger's cock and Natasha fondled him whilst simultaneously rubbing up behind Amy. Before long Roger climaxed. Lying back in bed he commented that the two girls seemed to know exactly what a man needed as he fell asleep. Amy looked at Natasha and giggled. "Typical man, falling asleep when we had only just started. He hasn't even undressed us! Us girls will just need to sort our selves out" Natasha said. Natasha nudged Amy awake the next morning. Roger was still snoring comfortably between them. "Want to have some fun with this one?" Natasha said "I want to demonstrate the power you have over men now." "Lets," said Amy smiling, "I am still disappointed he didn't fuck us last night." "God, you have become such a randy little thing in only a few weeks, you little minx. The hormones are clearly working." Natasha quietly dragged Amy out of bed and got them some sheer black tights and heels. "Put these on and tuck your little girl up well." Wearing nothing but heels and the tights they went into the kitchen and started making coffee. Soon they heard Roger rousing. As Roger walked in rubbing his eyes he was meet be the view of two stunning young women going about their business of getting breakfast barely naked. He couldn't believe his eyes! Every man's fantasy seemed to be laid out in front of him. "Oh hi you are up" said Natasha in her most sexy voice. "What are you girls doing?" he asked. "Making coffee, want some," said Amy. "Do you always go about dressed like that to make coffee!" "Of course, it feels so nice to let our breasts hang free, and we love being in these heels and stockings. We always go around the house like this, do you have a problem with it?" Natasha replied turning as she did to give him a full view of her figure. "No!" exclaimed Roger, this was like his wildest fantasy come true. "Oh, it looks like some one else has woken up too," said Amy looking at Roger's groin, "does he wants his breakfast too?" "Yes please," replied Roger. "Well that's good, but fairs fair, you fell asleep before we got our turns last night so I think you owe use something first. What do you think?" said Natasha. Wow, the chance to have sex with both these girls he thought, who could resist. "Anything," he replied. "Great," Amy and Natasha both said together, moving closer to Roger. "Ready?" said Natasha. "You bet," replied Roger. As they got near to Roger the girls started slowly pulling down their tights. Roger was ready and willing when suddenly two huge erect cocks sprung out from under the tights. "Which one do you want to suck first?" said Natasha. "What! You are men! How?" shouted Roger. "No we are not, we are women. Yes, we are transsexuals but we are women" said Natasha "now get on with it! Or maybe you want us to dress you up first; we have plenty of spare clothes that would look great on you. What do you think Amy?" "I am ready now, but if Roger wants us to dress him up I have that wonderful pink dress he would look divine in." "Oh my god, I am so disgusted, you perverts," said Roger. "You didn't seem to mind when we were sucking you off last night," said Amy. Roger ran back into the bedroom and grabbed his clothes and started moving towards the door. "If you tell anyone our secret we will make sure all your friends know you are a tranny loving faggot" said Natasha "Whilst you were asleep Amy photographed you lying with me. There is no doubt how many cocks were present. We know where you live. Do you understand?" "Yes," said Roger running out of the room trying to pull on his clothes. The two girls just burst out laughing. Amy commented on how powerful she felt. "Men are putty in your hands, understand and use that. But, beware, he was easy. Never get out of your depth, you are very vulnerable as a woman. You are not ready for them alone yet. We need to teach you how to make them believe they are fucking a pussy, at least until you get your own." "Natasha, you need to understand that the sex is amazing, who would have thought I would be so addicted to this, but I still don't see myself as a woman. I am just doing this until Veronica lets me go, I am not really like you. You have accepted your transition, you were obviously meant to be a woman, and I respect that, but I am really just a man forced to be like this. I will never be having the sex change surgery like you." "Oh my dear little girl" said Natasha, kissing Amy lightly "eventually you will understand. Now it's Sunday and I always have lunch with some girl friends. I think you should come, it will be fun and you need to get used to being around other people em femme." "I am not sure I am ready yet, I feel comfortable with you and in shops and clubs I am anonymous, but one on one with people. I cant do it." "Nonsense, you are a natural. Remember women support each other too. You will have fun, promise." "Ok, as long as you are there to protect me. You are a natural but I still feel like a guy in a dress." "Trust me the only part of you that is a guy is sticking out over your tights. I don't know about you but Roger has left me unfulfilled." Natasha pulled Amy towards her and they made their way to the bed and spooned up sucking relaxingly on each others cocks, letting the pleasure build until they were both ready to climax together. "Mmnn, a essential part of a girls breakfast!" said Natasha. Soon the girls were getting ready. Amy still didn't have a feel of how to pick the right clothes and Natasha put together an outfit of a little mini-skirt and wool top with some new black lingerie and 40 denier black tights and 4-inch heels. Natasha supervised with the make-up and hair again. Amy got dressed and slipped the falsies in. Her breasts had doubled in size over the week but she was a long way short of wearing a bra without padding. Natasha pulled on a floaty flowery dress with a deep cut neckline and slid into some heels. "It's a bit cold today, grab a jacket, maybe the new bolero jacket we got yesterday. Now we spoke about it yesterday. A girl needs to learn how to accessorize. See what you can do?" Amy looked in the closet and picked a long silk scarf that she draped over her shoulders. "Perfect! Just what I had in mind. Lets go." Amy instinctively picked up her clutch as they left. She already knew it had the lippy and mascara she may need, plus a few extra things a girl might want. Chapter 4. The group. Soon they arrived a well known fashionable restaurant. Getting out of the car Amy noticed the valet staring at her assets from top to bottom. No chance she thought, I am way above your league! She put an extra wiggle in the hips and walked just close enough to brush against the valet. Might as well have some fun though she thought. "You are so cheeky, Amy. Lets make him go crazy!" Natasha said putting her arm around Amy and pulling her into a firm deep kiss, both fondling each others buttocks right in front of the valet. "He will be in the toilet wanking off within ten minutes," said Amy as they walked in a few moments later. "Men!" the two girls said together. The restaurant was full and the ma?tre de walked them to the back. Amy noticed that many an eye was following them as they walked. The ma?tre de indicated a large booth at the back, which was filled with about ten women. All were in their late twenties like Amy and all stunning. "Natasha, finally, we were getting worried," said a black haired Asian woman. "And this must be Amy. I have heard so much about you. Natasha said you were beautiful but she underestimated how much! I am Emily." Emily then went on and introduced everyone. The chit chat rapidly built as the women talked about all sorts of different things. They clearly didn't mind having Amy there and casually included her at times. "Natasha speaks very highly of you," said a stunning blonde at the end of the table called Laura. "Having finally meet you I think I can speak for all the girls in saying we would love to have you in our little society. We meet every week for lunch and, quiet frankly, we are best of friends and help each other out." "I would love to, I feel very comfortable with you all," answered Amy not quiet knowing what else to say. "Excellent, I have to say you seem very comfortable as Amy, is it really only a month since you were feminized? You haven't secretly been harboring tranny thoughts for years have you?" Amy didn't know what to say, how have these women guess? "You look confused love, don't worry we are all girls who have been through what you are experiencing." "You are...?" "That is right, we are all transsexual women too. We have also been forced feminized. Our mistresses let us have this little group for support, us girls need to stick together." Amy had to admit the thought of having a group like this sounded attractive. She already felt a weight off her shoulders knowing she had some girls to talk to that understood her problem, even if they seemed happy to be women." "How long ago did they do this to you?" Amy asked. "I am the 'oldest'," said Laura. "I was liberated 2 and half years ago. In fact my mistress released me a few months ago and I had my reassignment surgery straight away. Some of the girls came with me to Thailand to support me, although they seemed to spend the whole time shopping for swimsuits and lying on the beach picking up guys! I am the only one in the group that has completed the full transition though. We have a rule that a girl needs to leave the group within a year of her sex change surgery." "Laura is always bragging," said Emily, "she is always strutting around in a bikini and telling us how great the sex is, of course we are all so jealous, lucky thing." "Emily is right it is wonderful to finally be a real women. Trust me two years may seem a long time now but it will fly and before you know it you will be complete too." "I am not sure I could ever have the surgery," Amy said. All the other women laughed. "We all said that at the start but you will change. I was only feminized four months ago, initially I cried every day, but now I count the days until my mistress says I have been a good girl and get snipped," said a brunette in a fitted pink suit called Stephanie. "Stephanie, how can your mistress not be pleased with you. I saw you at that club the other night in that strappy Ralph Lauren mini-dress, every man was fixed on you, none of us got a look in," said Emily. "Yes she was pleased after that night and she has let me have breast implants as a reward." "You are already a natural C-cup why would you need to be bigger," said Laura. "I want a D-cup, I know it is vain but hey I am just a girl!" "Greedy minx, here I am stuck in a B-cup. Are you getting Dr Potter to do it?" said Laura. "No, Dr Fredrick has the new femex implants that are much more bouncy." "Wow, sooo jealous they are meant to be perfect. I though he didn't do girls like us," said Natasha. "It turns out he will but you need to give him an extra payment if you know what I mean," said Stephanie slyly. "Who would have known he liked shemale cock the way he behaves in the press about us," said Laura. "It gets even better; he makes me dress him up in stockings and lingerie before he exams me. Of course, I end up doing most of the probing! Lets say I think he will be doing anything we want from now on." Giggled Stephanie. "The little cross-dressing poof! I am booking in for a nose job tomorrow! Does he like black or white lingerie." "Black with lots of frills!" "Typical," said Emily and Natasha together. Amy sat there bewildered. All these men forced to wear dresses and all they could do was thank their mistresses and discuss the merits of different breast implants and when they would get real vaginas! She could never see how she could accept any of this the way Stephanie did. Soon though the conversation had turned back to clothes and make up. When they were finished they agreed to go do a bit of shopping together. Again and again Amy was struck how comfortable they all were, it seemed like they all enjoyed having been forced onto hormones and into dresses. They were all in a lingerie store discussing the merits of a panty set versus a one-piece frilly thing with push-up bra as Amy's welcoming present when Laura said, "Look at the time, doesn't it fly in a lingerie shop! Who feels like tea at my place?" They all agreed and made Amy go up and buy the one-piece. Jumping in cabs they drove to a fashionable apartment block in a leafy inner-city suburb. Once inside Laura said she would put the water on but first insisted Amy model the new lingerie for everyone. The women all shrieked with agreement but Amy said she couldn't. "Don't worry darling we are all just girls here, we must see you in our lovely gift," said Emily. The other girls all pleaded and Amy reluctantly agreed, asking where the bedroom was. The girls all laughed, just get changed here they squealed. "There are no men around and anyway, nothing any of us haven't seen before," said Stephanie. Amy slipped off her skirt and pulled off her top before embarrassingly taking off her bra and panties and stockings. She slid into the lingerie, unaware how to get it straight as she tried to get her little breasts into the push up bra. "Let me help you," said Emily tucking and straightening her up. "Oh my you are a goddess," said Laura walking back in. Amy had to admit she liked being complimented by these women who understood her. Laura walked up to her and said "time for your initiation Amy" as she slipped her off her dress and pulled Amy towards her. Soon the room was strewn with crumpled dresses and lingerie as the girls started to play with each other. Everyone wanted a piece of Amy. "You are all ours today my girl. You will be so full of cum by the end of the day you will burst" said Emily pulling Amy into the pack of waiting shemales. Before she knew it a cock had been thrust into her mouth and her arse had another inside thrusting up and down. One after another they took turns with Amy and then each other. Amy never resisted a single advance. Once all the girls were finished with her she was covered in cum. Laura came up and whispered "you nee