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Thomas stared at the picture of his father, intimately kissing somebody who was most certainly not his mother. And thought -I could try and take it back by force, but then someone would probebly get hurt, must likely me as there are two of them. If I do fight and win I might end up with the law on my back, and besides, with pictures like these there are most likely negatives hidden somewhere. Or I could go to the police, they are said to be good at dealing with blackmail cases. But what if they are not good enough. If what is demanded is far more then I can give then I'll have to go to the police, but it's best to know what they want at least. If my mother sees this picture she'll most likely throw Dad out of the house and their marriage will be utterly ruined. "Why are you showing me this? What do you want from me?" he asked. Tiffany and James Kohler sat on the same side of the small diner booth. They didn't appear to be the most naturally imposing pair in the world. But with the photographic evidence they slid across the table to their targeted prey. When the siblings had first developed this scheme about a month ago, James had rattled off a short list of candidates. A few of the victims Tiffany had eliminated because they just didn't fit the physical requirements. There was only so much a girl could do. A lot of the others had very little to blackmail. Good families, secure finances, very legal social interests. Then Mr. McGhie presented an interesting opportunity. It seemed the older gentleman was rather fond of the fairer sex, ironic in that it would soon be his son's downfall. It had been fairly easy to gather the evidence. The old man was pretty amorous with women in broad daylight, exhibiting many displays of public affection. The pair had taken pictures, shot some video, even gotten a few audio recordings. Now as they presented the very tip of their evidence iceberg, the plot was beginning to unfold. Tiffany spoke in a firm, feminine tone, while James looked around a little sheepishly. "I want you at our flat at 11 am Saturday. You should be showered and shampooed. Wear loose clothing. Bring a toothbrush. You'll be staying overnight. If you're late by more than three minutes, hardcopy versions of these pictures will be mailed to your mother and also emailed to your father's business associates. Am I understood?" Tiffany leaned back against the vinyl seat, a look of supreme confidence on her face. The twenty-six year old flashed their victim a vicious little grin. "Oh...ok then." What can I do? I'll have to do what they say, unless they want something that is impossible, as if I get the police involved it could all go horribly wrong. And if this gets out my parents will most likely divorce and I'll be stuck in the middle. He went home, hid his copy of the evidence where it would not be found in his flat, had a bath and shaved and generally got himself ready. They haven't asked for money. What do they want to do, pimp me out to people? Get me to carry out some horrible crime for them? He felt almost sick with tiredness when he knocked on the door of their flat, having got up four hours earlier then normal to be there for them. I can forget about trying to force them to stop, the only thing I can fight right now is sleep. He knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened. Tiffany heard the knock and scurried to the door. She calmed herself before opening it, wanting to maintain a cold exterior. She swung open the door and looked down on him. Her 6' 2" frame loomed over him, the two-inch heels on her strappy sandals and the difference in the height of the door frame and the porch added to that. "Well at least you're punctual," she said looking down at her watch reading 11 am exactly. "Come in sweetie," she beckoned with a sweep of her arm. Despite her words, the tone was not friendly. She walked behind them through the house, studying the way his body moved. It was all wrong, but they would soon fix that. The home had been their parents before they moved into a retirement community a few months prior. Now it was just Tiffany and James and a spare bedroom. The woman then opened a door to a set of descending stairs. "Down you go Thomas." She waited until he complied, following him and locking the door behind her. It was a typical basement. Only one way in and one way out. There was a table that had a mirror with bright lights around it and a small stool on one side of the room. There were some scattered boxes around the perimeter. And then in the center was a sturdy looking chair bolted to the floor. Tiffany busied herself with some of the boxes. "Please put your toothbrush on the vanity and get undressed," she said casually, not even looking at him. "Get undressed...oh...ok." He took off his white jacket, black shirt, watch, amulet, shoes, socks and trousers, then hesitated. What do they want to see me naked for? I'm not very attractive naked, I'm slightly plump. My girlfriend thinks I look good naked but then she is in love with me. Most likely they want to take more photos to blackmail me further. He looked at Tiffany and then took off his pants. Well if they really want to see me naked, so be it. He put his arms at his sides and stoold there slightly cold in his birthday suit, hoping he would not be naked for very long. "Tiffany, I did what you said." He was seething inside as he stood there. Tiffany had lost herself organizing the accessories in one of the boxes when he announced his nudity. She turned about an stared at him with an arched eyebrow. He wasn't flawless, but would work well enough. She was a bit surprised at how easy this had all been so far. Perhaps they had found the perfect candidate. "Very good," she cooed in a husky, sultry voice. "Take a seat there in the middle of the room." She finished dealing with the box she had been working on. After a few moments, she walked over to where Thomas was now seated. In a fluid motion, she grasped the leather cuffs that James had attached underneath the armrests earlier and secured them to the man's wrists without much fuss. Tiffany was strong for a woman, earning a scholarship for volleyball in college. When his wrists were bound to the chain, she knelt between his bare, spread legs. She quickly attached identical restraints to his ankles, connecting them to the front legs of the chair. She looked up at his with a seductive smile on her face. "Tommy, don't worry sweetie. As long as you behave, I'm not going to hurt you." The she ran the back of her hands along his soft inner left thigh. "It seems Daddy is quite the womanizer. I wonder if that runs in the family. Tommy, do you like girls," she asked with a bat of her eyes, her full lips just inches from his exposed cock. Despite her peculiar height, she really was a beautiful woman. He did as she said and sat down then was surpised when she bound his wrists and ankles. Well, I can't get away now. This could turn really nasty very quickly as nobody knows that I'm here. "Tommy, don't worry sweetie. As long as you behave, I'm not going to hurt you," she said. When she ran her hand down his naked thigh he wiggled a bit in the bonds, his penis going erect. "It seems Daddy is quite the womanizer. I wonder if that runs in the family. Tommy, do you like girls?" she asked. "Well, yes, I do. I've had three girlfriends, not at the same time of course, two that I was able to meet offline. Why are you asking me this?" he asked, unable to touch himself down there as his hands were bound well out of reach. She may have blackmailed me, made me get up at what to me is an unearthly hour, and tied me up but she is really sexy he thought. If she gets smoochy I want be able to wipe any kisses tied up like this. "Mmm, good Tommy," she whispered. Tiffany wore a royal blue short-sleeved t-shirt with a scooped neckline that showed off a hint of cleavage from her magnificent breasts. Her gaze drifted down to his hardening dick. "Hmm. A little small for my liking," she appraised. She leaned a little closer, planting a brief, tender kiss on the tip of his cock with her glossy lips. "Tastes pretty good though. I guess you got that going for you." Tiffany leaned back again. "I'm happy you like girls Tommy. I bet you like the ones with nice big tits, don't you. Ones kind of like these?" she asked, cupping her own C-cup breasts through the top. He tried to touch his cock where she kissed it but coulden't reach and got an even bigger erection, but could not cum. "Yes, I do." He blushed. "Breasts look really good on a girl. Really pretty. You're really pretty too." And sexy. It's a good thing my girlfriend does not know about this or she would think I was cheating and dump me at once, and it would be years before I could find a new girlfriend to replace her. "Why thank you sweetie," she beamed up at him. "I think your compliment deserves a reward." Tiffany placed her hands back on his inner thighs and leaned back in. Sticking her tongue out of her mouth, she began to lick the length of his growing erection. Each swipe went from the base of his cock to the very tip of the head. She lapped at it like a trained pro. When she thought it couldn't get any harder, she paused. "Now Tommy, while I attend to you, I want you to repeat over and over 'I love beautiful girls. I love their silky hair, big breasts, and curvy derrieres.' Keep repeating that over and over. If you stop, I stop." With that, she began feeding his stiff dick into her warm, wet mouth. She began bobbing up and down enthusiastically, knowing he was loving it, but careful not to let him reach his climax just yet. On the brink of cumming allready, it was not that long as she licked him, he thought and said aloud 'I love beautiful girls. I love their silky hair, big breasts, and curvy derrieres.'over and over again as she licked him closer and closer to a climax that was just as good as any climax that he had ever given himself in private. His girlfriend didn't like oral sex and made him wear a condom when they had sex which destroyed the sensation for him...this on the other hand was really sexy and the bondage made it even better. Tiffany pulled off the cock knowing he was close to shooting his load. She looked up at him, her dainty hand still lightly stroking his cock. "I know you want to cum really badly," she purred. "But...before that happens, I'm going to change your mantra just a tiny bit. If you refuse to say it, then I'll leave you here frustrated with that little dicklet hanging between your legs all night. But if you do say it, I'l give you the best damn orgasm of your life. And I'll swallow it all," she said with a wink. The whole time she kept slowly stroking him. It wasn't enough pressure to make him cum, just enough to keep him panting. "Now here is what you are to say. 'I want to be a beautiful girl. I want silky hair, big breasts, and a curvy derriere.' I want to hear it before I go back and blow your mind." She sat there with a smug smile on her face, waiting for him to comply. He blushed even more. . 'I want to be a beautiful girl. I want silky hair, big breasts, and a curvy derriere," he said as if he meant it, although he didn't. But he did badly want to orgasm and there was no way he could reach his penis with his bound hands or even push it against anything.She wants me to pass as a girl? What does she want me to be a girl for? Is there any way I could pass as a girl anyway? he thought. Tiffany smiled broadly at his obedience. "Very good sweetie. Now keep saying it while I take care of you. You stop, I stop," she reminded before gobbling his member back past her lips. She sucked on it greedily, working the fleshy knob with her tongue and lips. She knew he was on the edge, but it was time for the coup de grace. She reached up with her manicured nails and began lightly tickling and massaging his scrotum. It took only a few seconds more before she felt the first jet of cum fill her mouth. She gulped it down aggressively. She'd always been told she was talented at this from the men she'd been with. Now Thomas was getting the full, royal treatment. After several moments he ceased spurting and Tiffany switched from sucking to cleaning mode. She slurped up all the gooey remnants before letting his shriveling dick pop out of his mouth. She heard him still mumbling and told him he could stop. "I'm very proud of you sweetie. You behaved so well. And its clear you have a very strong affection for the fairer sex." She slowly stood up, careful to show him a good portion of her round, denim-clad ass as she rose. Tiffany walked over to one of the boxes and pulled out a bottle of herbal lilac moisturizer. "You know Tommy, when I was attending to you, I saw your skin is terribly dried out. Let me do something about that." She squirted a generous amount in her soft hands and began massaging into his body. She began at his chest and worked his way down, eventually coating his whole body, saving his recovering dick for last. It gave off a soft, feminine scent. He carried on saying it. This sex is more then good, it's great, it's what sex between a boy and a girl should be. And she's drinking it...what a strange person. She blackmails me and then gives me great sex, I don't mind at this moment being bound, it makes it feel even sexier. He wiggled in the bonds when he saw her get some lotion out. "Tiffany, I have a few itchy patches but prefer to scratch them, and most of my skin is perfectly allright..." The lotion felt wet going on and he struggled but was unable to touch his body as she covered his chest, his stomach, then rubbed it into his arms and legs, shoulders and neck. A couple of raw itchy patches that he often scratched got an extra coating of lotion and finally she even put it on his licked cock. A little itch started on his belly, the kind a scratch dealt with easily, except he coulden't scratch. "Tiffany, please could you untie me? I have an itch on my belly and I need to take a shower or have a bath badly to get this lotion off me." he asked, pulling at his bonds, and wiggling his itchy belly. "First off, the lotion isn't coming off," she said firmly. "It'll do that skin of yours some good. You men have no idea how to maintain yourselves. And you will not be untied. As for your itch," she said, bending over at the waist. Her slender fingers used the short, but finely manicured nails to lightly scratch about his midsection. She kept adjusting their focus, moving up, down, right, left until she heard a contented sigh from his mouth. Her nails danced over the spot for several seconds until he seemed completely satisfied. She stood back up and straddled his legs. "Now sweetie, I was surprised earlier by your revelation. I know a lot of guys that say they want to be girls. But I've met very few that actually want to become one. I think you might be different. So lets just see if you stand the first test..." Tiffany stood to the side of the chair, running her hand along the captive's leg. "You have very lovely legs Tommy. Not too muscular, not too lean. But...they're a little hairy for my taste. Let's see if we can do something about that." She moved out of his field of vision and went to nearby box. She placed a small plastic container in a microwave and warmed it up for a minute before returning before him with the jar, a set of gloves, a popsicle stick, and several sets of paper strips. Pulling the gloves on, she dipped the stick in the brown goo and spread it up his bound left leg. She left a trail from his ankle to his knee. She then pushed a paper strip over the mess and made sure it was firmly in place. "Now get ready Tommy, this is going to pinch a little." With a swift vicious yank, she pulled off the strip from the ankle upwards. He sighed happily as the itch vanished when she scratched it. And then tried again to wipe his lotioned body but had to leave it alone and feel it sink in, making his skin as smooth and soft as a girl's. She wants to turn me into a girly girl and I can't do anything about it he thought. When she came back, smoothed the goo on his bound leg, papered it and ripped it off, he almost screamed with the pain. "OWCH! That hurts a lot.And you want to do that to my whole body? It'll sting badly." "Well I'm sorry sweetie, but that's the price of beauty. You said how much you loved women. Now you'll know the pain they go through to attract men. Besides, I believe you did say you wanted to be a beautiful girl, didn't you? Or were thinking more with you cock than your head?" she giggled cruelly Tiffany set about working over his entire body. Carefully, she would release one leg, work her way around it, then recuff it. Soon both his legs were smooth, shiny and hairless. She repeated the same painful practice with his arms, armpits and chest. She then switched to shaving cream and a razor to painstakingly shave his crotch. She didn't want to nick anything even though he'd have very little use for his genitals shortly. When she was done, she stood up and admired her work. "Mmm. Very pretty. And sexy," she giggled as he ran her hand over his new softer, smoother skin. "But I wouldn't want you to get any rashes or razor burns." She picked up the lotion she'd used previously and began adding another coat to his body. He smelled like the inside of a Bath and Bodyworks store. When she finished with his cock again once more, Tiffany spent a little extra time stroking it with the cream. "Earlier today you got to have your fun Tommy blowing your load in my mouth. We'll keep that our little secret. But I want to make sure your naughty little penis doesn't delay us any more." Tiffany went over to another box and came back with an odd, plastic objectin her hand. It a was a male chastity device. "This will keep that thing in its place," she said locking the clear ring around the base of his scrotum and cock with a tiny padlock. The curved cage portion held his member facing downward. "And you'll still be able to pee with it on. But you'll have to sit down like a proper girl," she added with a smile.. When he saw the chastity device his eyes widened in horror. "Please, don't lock that on me, I won't be able to touch myself." If he could have bust the straps he would have done. Touching yourself? Aren't you just the horny little slut. Save some of that energy for your boyfriend," Tiffany chided. She went back towards the perimeter of the basement, in the shadows and returned with a small duffel bag with a Louis Voutton logo on the outside. "Oh dear, I forgot about your face." She applied some shaving cream to his face and very attentively shaved every whisker away. After several minutes, she wiped the remnants of his shave away and retrieved a different lotion. It didn't smell like the one she had used on his body. Carefully, she applied all over his face, leaving openings for his eyes, mouth, and nostrils. It was a pale green color and she left the goop on his face. She then grabbed a small pink towel and wrapped it around his head, covering his sandy brown hair. Tiffany giggled to herself. Although Thomas couldn't see himself, from the neck up he looked like just another woman going to an expensive spa to get a facial. "We'll leave that for now. I want to make sure that pretty face of yours is flawless. In the meantime, let's start to get you dressed. I can't wait to see how you look in the outfit I picked out for you," Tiffany said excitedly. The first thing she pulled out of the bag was a flesh-toned flat item. She stretched it out between her arms before she began wrapping it around his midsection. "Now this is a waist cincher. It'll help get rid of that little beer belly of yours. It'll be painful, but if you lost about 10 pounds then we wouldn't need this," she said rather derrogatively. She had him lean forward as far as he could as she reached behind him and tightened it up. When she was finished Thomas had a perfectly feminine hourglass figure. "Boyfriend? What do you mean, boyfriend? I'm not gay," he protested, and wiggled even harder trying to wipe his face but was unable to stop her shaving it and smoothing lotion on it. Whwen she put on the waist cincher he winced. "That hurts! It feels like it's trying to squeeze my insides right out of me. So this is to present me to someone as his girlfriend? Will I have to kiss and cuddle him? Will I have to....have sex with him?" Kissing and cuddling is one thing but there is no way that I am having sex with a man he thought angrily. "Stop squirming!" Tiffany demanded slapping his bare thigh. "You've behaved so far. Don't start making a fuss now." She glared at him showing she meant business. She turned and bent over, again showing off her curvy behind to him. The thin straps of her red g-string could be seen rising above the waistband of her jeans. She spun around and revealed a satin pair of black panties. "I know they're not that exciting, but they'll be perfect for a beginner." She crouched down and undid both of his ankle restraints. "The satin will feel wonderful on your locked up clit and it'll tickle your smooth thighs." She pulled them up his hairless legs until they were snugly in place. She fidgeted with his scrotum and caged cock, pressing it back between his legs. Finally she got the look she wanted and gave the waistband of the panties one more severe tug causing the shiny fabric to wedge itself between his ass cheeks. "There. No one would ever know you were a boy." She emphasized the point by running her hand over his new smooth, flat pubic region. His cock tried to get erect again but the chastity device held it in place and he was starting to get used to the waist cincher. "You're right, I am starting to look more and more like a genuine girl. You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I wonder what comes next?False breasts? Make up on my face? A wig? And there is nothing I can do about it or those dammed pictures will be realesed.Already my skin is as soft as a girl. Who does she want me as a boyfriend for? Tiffany paused, looking up at him with a wide smile. "Yes...yes I am enjoying this very much. Sweetie, you're going to be my living dolly. To dress and play with all I want. For me this is the most fun," she said rubbing a hand up and down one of his silky smooth legs. She turned her attention back to the small bag. She pulled out a handful of small, black fabric. "Now that you have a much more girlish waist, this will fit a lot easier." Tiffany stretched out the delicate item and wrapped it around his cinched midsection before clasping it in the small of his back. She twisted and adjusted it til it sat just right. The lacy garter belt had a intricate floral design sew into the front and it looked lovely framed over the front of his flat satin crotch. She made sure the four dainty straps were arranged just right: two hanging over the front of his , two over the curve of his ass cheeks. Without hesitation, she reached back into the bag and tore open a package out of his sight. She gathered up some black, sheer material in her hands. She came over and began unrolling the stocking up his leg. As it was unraveled, the hosiery clung to the contours of his leg. Soon Tiffany had the lace pattern of the stocking top around his firm thigh. She quickly attached the pair of small clips. As reached for the other stocking, she spoke. "I have to admit, even I think a girl in stockings is damn sexy. You're no different sweetie," she cooed letting her hand drift over the gauzy material. She repeated the process with his other leg giving him a pair of sexy stockinged legs. "He'll love that." I allready look more like a girl then a boy! Who am I being dressed up for? "So who is the lucky, or unlucky, person that I am being dressed up for and presented to as a girlfriend? Does he know I'm really a male? Because if he dosen't he will know the moment I say a word. My voice sounds nothing like a girl even if I end up looking just like one." His cock strained against it's cage, trying to go erect and spoil the illousion of girlyness that Tiffany was creating, and he tried again to wipe his lotioned face, tossing it about but totally unable to wipe it against anything. "You're certainly making me look sexy, that's for sure. I'll look totally like a girl when you've finished. " "You let me worry about your man. I"m sure he'll love every bit of you. And yes, that voice of yours will be a problem. I'll have to come up with a solution for that. In the meantime, I was always told a pretty girl should be seen and not heard." Tiffany smiled up at Thomas. She was going to love degrading the little tart, making her experience all the cruelties women still face. But for now it was back to dressing her little toy. She stood up and retrieved a cardboard box, carefully unwrapping it and pulling out the contents. "Now, I remember you saying you liked big breasts. Most of you boys do. So, I got you your own pair." She pulled out a pair of hefty fake boobs. "They look really real, don't they?" she asked excitedly. "The texture, weight, and movement is incredibly lifelike. I bought them from the company that makes those expensive sex dolls. They're sculpted from a real pornstar's rack. Now, let's get them on you." Tiffany giggled as she took a small jar of clear fluid and began spreading it over the back with a small brush. Carefully, she made sure his nipples were lined up right and pressed the fake mounds over his barely muscled chest. "There's an adhesive on the back. Only I have the solvent that will take them off." She crept a little closer marveling at his jugs. "The most amazing part of these is their responsiveness." Tiffany reached out and ran her hands over the pair of permanently erect pink nipples. As she did so, stiff rods embedded inside the breasts wiggled about slightly. On their opposite end was something resembling a makeup brush with a mass of very tiny,soft bristles. As she continued to massage his breasts, the bristles fluttered over his natural nipples. "I bet that feels good, doesn't it honey?" "It feels....so real," he said. "And yes, it really feels good." "Good," Tiffany purred. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you play with your tits and rub your cute little pink nipples all you want." The sexy young woman turned and retrieved a small shoebox from the edge of the room. "These were a little hard to find in your size, or at least what I guessed your size was. You'll have to learn very quickly that as a girl, shoes are extremely important. They can make or break an outfit. I think you'll agree these will go very nicely with what I have picked out for you." She removed to the lid and pulled out a pair of black shiny, patent leather heels. Carefully putting them on each foot, she buckled the little ankle strap in place around his stocking-clad legs. Tiffany then reached back into the duffle bag and pulled out a black lacy bra. "Now that you got 'em, you have to support 'em. Doesn't mean you can't wear something fun and flirty though. Give the boys a hint of skin," she teased. She uncuffed each of his wrists leaving his body completely unbound for the first time. "Don't try anything stupid Tommy," she growled. "If you try and run in your new shoes you'll break an ankle. And the door to house is locked. Sit here and keep behaving or I can switch out your cock cage for one with spikes." It was an empty threat as Tiffany didn't actually possess the torture device, but it would keep him scared. She slid the straps of the bra up his arms and over his shoulders. After clasping it at his back, she admired the effect. "Mmm, very sexy sweetie." Continuing the slow and, at least for her, fun process, Tiffany hurried over to a garment bag that hung from a hook on the wall. She unzipped the bag and returned with a black garment in your hands. "Now sweetie, I want you to stand up. Don't move, but just stand. It's time to put on your new dress." He stretched his limbs and sneaked his handsup towards his lotioned face, but stopped when she threated to put a spiked cock cage on his penis, and through fear of the pictures getting out. He meekly let her buckle the heels on him and put a black dress upon him, and looked in the mirror. "Apart from my hair on my head and my voice and to some extent my face, anyone looking at me would think I had been born a girl." He took a few shaky steps and walked up and down in the heels until he had got fully used to them. Tiffany nodded in approval. "Yes it would appear that way wouldn't it. I bet that excites you doesn't it?" She had to admit, the dress suited his new hourglass figure very well. Conservative, yet sexy. "We'll have to fix this up," she gestured to his lotioned face. Gently, she gripped his arms and led him back to the chair. "Now, make sure when you sit that you run you hands over your backside to straighten your skirt keep your panties and stockings from showing. Unless you want to show them, you little slut," she giggled. The girl retrieved a plastic container that resembled a fishing tackle box. Once open it revealed a bevvy of makeup items. Tiffany's first goal was to remove his facial. She took a small washcloth and began wiping away the cream. It revealed a healthy glowing face beneath. Next, she had to tackle his eyebrows. They weren't too untamed for a young man, but definitely too thick for a girl. With a set of tweezers, she very precisely set about thinning his eyebrows and giving them a slight arch. This had been part of the reason why she'd recuffed his wrists, nothing the painful pinching of the plucking would make him want to reach up. When the eyebrows were done it was finally time to start apply the makeup. She began with the eyebrows, running a reddish brown pencil over them to make the color stand out and give him even more of a feminine arch. Next, she descended to his eyes. "You don't wear glasses or contacts do you?" When he mumbled a no, she nodded happily. Tiffany reached into the box and pulled out a small white case that held contacts in them. With remarkable quickness, she deftly slid each of the tiny lenses into his eye sockets, letting him blink them into place. They wouldn't affect his vision and although he couldn't see them just yet, his eyes were now a beautiful emerald green color. She continued making up his eyes, applying a light dusky eyeshadow to his eyelids and a thin line of eyeliner, before applying longer, darker false eyelashes. Finished with the "windows to his soul," Tiffany inspected the skin of his face. It was very smooth after the facial and had very few blemishes. There would be no need for foundation. She did brush a little blush into the hollow of his cheeks. It made him appear to have higher, more defined cheekbones. She then pulled out a dark pinkish-red lipstick and began to carefully coat his lips, giving him a girly pout. Usually she'd also opt for some lip gloss, but not today. he was just getting used to things. "Hmm, one more thing," Tiffany mused. She picked up the eyebrow pencil she had used earlier. Moving all over his face, she pressed the tip of the pencil into his cheeks, forehead, and the bridge of his nose. She finally finished poking him. "Very nice. Now we just need to fix your hair and accessories," she chirped excitedly. He winced in pain when she started pulling out his eyebrow hair. "Owch...ow, that hurts as well." He was pleased to be rid of the facial lotion. There was nothing he could do when she put contacts in his eyes and eyelined them. "This lipstick feels strange," he said when she smoothed it on his lips. After what seemed a really long time of getting him ready she said "Very nice. Now we just need to fix your hair and accessories."His cock struggled in it's cage and, still tied as he was he could not touch it. "I probebly look beautiful," he said, feeling a bit big-headed for saying it. "I hope my...boyfriend does not want to go all the way, because I hate the idea of anal sex." But not so much the other stuff...being cuddled,caressed, kissed, treated like a pretty girl. Why am I thinking like that? I'm not gay, and I may look like a girl on the outside but I do have a dick even if it is lotioned and locked up in a cage. Tiffany chuckled to herself. "Don't worry sweetie, I don't think he's going to want to stick anything in your butt," she said laughing hysterically. "So full of yourself for such a sissy. Although I must say, your new C-cup bust fills out the dress very nicely." The woman then reached into the makeup container and pulled out a handful of small plastic items. She then crouched next to the left armrest. "Let me see your fingers," she demanded, beginning to pull them out herself. When they were free, she began brushing the clear adhesive onto his fingernails. After she finished with the whole hand, she began pressing a set of acrylic French nails on his fingers. "Every pretty girl has a lovely set of nails. You can compare them with your new girlfriends," she giggled. Soon enough he had a full set of medium length, manicured nails. She then pulled out a set of fake diamond clip- on earrings. "You have to pay attention to your accessories. Along with your shoes, they make your outfit." Tiffany then went and picked up a small square box. "Now for the piece de resistance." She pulled out a long flowing red wig from the package. It had some loose curls and would come down to the middle of his back. The devious woman had already treated it with a fragrant feminine shampoo so it always smelled like flowers, just how an attractive young woman should smell. She quickly affixed a few hairpins to his short masculine hair and clipped the wig in place. She stood back and looked in awe. "Beautiful," she said with a smile. "He'll love you. Now, come have a look for yourself." Tiffany uncuffed his wrists and helped him walk over to the small vanity stool. "What do you think of yourself Erin?" He complained when she stuck false nails upon his fingers. "Now I won't be able to scratch itches without hurting myself." When he saw himself in the mirror he smiled and blew himself a kiss. "I do look pretty, don't I? Although of course my voice gives the game away, so I can't speak in public without major embarassment. But maybe you want it that way? Can I have a necklace to wear as well please?" I'm very embarassed but at the same time I'm enjoying this he thought. Tiffany rolled her eyes at the new girl blowing herself a kiss. "No, no necklace for you yet my dear. First we'll teach you how to walk like a proper lady. Your new tits will add a few pounds of weight to your chest. And with the heels you'll have to adjust the way you walk or you'll fall over. So first, let me have you stand up for me." As he complied, the woman went and fetched something out of a new box. Without letting Erin see what it was, she quickly began applying it. The top portion was like a flexible, medical neck brace. Descending from the back of the brace was a steel rod. It curved inwards towards the girl's spine, pushing her chest out a little. The rod then flared back out until it met another soft medical style belt. With both the brace and belt fastened, it held her body in the proper posture. Tiffany gestured to a set of markings going from left to right across the floor. "Girls have to walk in a special way to manage their heels and breasts. I want you to step exactly on the markings across the room, swivel, and come back. As you can see, the markings have one step nearly directly in front of the other. You need to sway your hips from side to side," she said as she gave a little demonstration. "Enjoy the sensation of your dress, panties, and stockings rubbing against your body." His back soon starched to ache a little from being held straight and he blushed as he walked along, swaying his hips, over the top at first but then getting used to it until he could walk like a girly girl, his heels click-clacking.His cock got tight from the clothing covering it and strained against it's prison. He was starting to get used to the make-up by now. "Do I have to wear this? My back hurts. How am I doing," *Erin* asked in a voice that sounded strange coming from a *girl* like *her*. The voice was the only male bit of him left. His hands went up to touch his earringed ears. "No sweetie," she cooed. "Come here Erin. You're doing very well. But...," her tone turned from loving to stern, "don't touch your earrings. In fact, for now you're not allowed to touch anything I've put on you. And you're especially not allowed to remove anything. If you have an itch on you face, you may scratch only after you've asked my permission and you're supervised. Is that clear?" When she meekly nodded, Tiffany moved behind Erin and began undoing the brace. She took Erin's large girlish hand and led her over to the vanity. Sitting her down at the stool, Tiffany made sure the new girl flattened her skirt before sitting. The older woman then went though one of the vanity's small drawers and fished out a black velvet choker. It had a small rhinestone heart on the front. "Here's your pretty necklace sweetie. Most of the time you're Erin, you'll wear this. It'll remind you of your submission to us." She slid the soft item over her thin neck and clasped it in the back. "Would you like to meet him?" Erin rolled her eyes at having to put up with the gentle pinch of the clip-on earrings. "Yes, I would. I wonder what he will think of me?" Erin blushed. Maybe I am bi to a point as long as it dosen't involve...sex. I certainly look like a sweet, cute woman. I woulden't be surprised if more pictures were taken of me for blackmail purposes. I wonder what he looks like? Is he...handsome? Those are gay thoughts but dressed like this I see myself as a girl...until I speak that is. "Where is he?" Erin asked and began humming a Taylor Swift song. "I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale..." "Well," Tiffany said pulling her pink cell phone out of her pocket. She checked the time. Surprisingly it had taken several hours since Thomas' arrival for Erin to emerge. It was nearly 2p.m. "He should be coming home any minute now." As she finished speaking a door could be heard closing upstairs. "Oh, that must be him," Tiffany said excitedly. She stood in front of the redhead and gave her once last check, mussing with her hair a little and straightening her dress. "I've already told him to only ask you yes or no questions. Respond by nodding. You are not to speak in his presence, no matter how much you feel like it. That would ruin the whole illusion. And one last thing," the dark haired girl said. She turned back to the vanity, pulling out another small piece of jewelry. It was a silver ring with a tiny emerald stone. Tiffany slid it onto Erin's left ring finger as if she was married. "To let him know you're his." The woman then grabbed Erin's hand and helped mount the stairs in her new heels. The taller girl was satisfied that she was now walking properly as a female. Her new breasts jiggled ever so slightly under her dress with each step. She unlocked the door at the top of the stairs and guided the redhead inside. She heard the television on in the living room and led her captive with her in that direction. There they found James watching a football game. "James, I have someone special for you to meet," Tiffany announced tugging the redhead next to her. "James, this is Erin. Erin, meet my brother James." The masculine 23 year-old immediately rose from the couch, a shy blush coating his cheeks. He smiled at the stunning, petite girl. Her green eyes, red hair, and freckled face were so alluring. "Nice to meet you Erin," James mumbled back. Erin smilled, then walked up to James and lightly, not enough to leave marks, kissed James's cheeks with her lipsticked lips. Then she waited for him to speak;she knew she could not say anything as things stood without shattering the illusion and outing her as a heavily disguised male.What will he say next?He's obviously interested in me-he's blushing. She showed him the ring on her finger and took his hand lightly in both of hers. James nearly fell over in embarrassment. Deep down he knew the girl's secret. He'd been reluctant to go along with the plan at first. But his sister had convinced him and now she'd worked some kind of magical transformation. All he saw in front of him was one of the most beautifully stunning girls he'd ever laid eyes on. The light little peck on his cheek made him turn an even darker shade of red. He looked down as she grasped his hand, covering it with his second hand. "Thank you," he said softly looking into her dazzling eyes. "Well it looks like you two seem to have taken a liking to one another," Tiffany interrupted with a wide smile. Oddly she felt like a proud mother, watching her daughter find a suitable man. "I hate to break things up, but Erin and I are headed out on a shopping date. You know, a girl's outing. But I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of each other in the near future," she added with a smirk. The older Kohler sibling took a gentle, but firm grasp of Erin's wrist and began leading her away from her new boyfriend and towards the front door. "I hope I'll see you again soon," James called after the redhead. There was a sense of eagerness in his voice and he was a bit disappointed that she had to depart so soon. Meanwhile, Tiffany helped lead the new girl down the front steps of the home and into her waiting Honda Civic. When she was all buckled in, they pulled away. "That was rather bold of you," she giggled. "I usually wait to kiss my suitor until after the first date is over. Is it possible Erin likes being a girl?" she asked with a wicked grin. "It is quite fun, seeing the look in your brother's eyes as if I was a princess. Which I suppose I sort of am, to him. And I'm starting to get used to my make-up and even my annoying earrings. No danger of my lips getting chapped now with lipstick on them. Although if I speak to anybody it will shatter the feminine image that I now have. I suppose I am rather bold but it was worth it to make him blush. He'll soon get bored with me since I can't speak to him. What shall we buy? A voice changer if one exists?" Erin reached up to scratch an itch on her cheek without asking permission of Tiffany first. Tiffany saw the seemingly innocent gesture out of the corner of her eye as they drove. She swiftly took her hand closest to the girl and swatted Erin's raised hand. "What did I tell you?" she scolded. "Did you ask me if you could itch your face? No you didn't. Almost all of your makeup is water resistant, similar to the kind synchronized swimmers wear. It won't wash off in the rain or with some light perspiration. But, you have to get used to not touching your face at will. We want to keep it perfect and you could still accidentally rub some off. We wouldn't want the slightest little thing ruining your face, would we? Got to make sure you keep all those adorable freckles." The dark haired woman focused back on the road, pulling onto the freeway. "We'll get to the shopping later. Maybe a new outfit or some sexy lingerie. But I may have a solution to that manly deep voice of yours sweetie. We're going to stop by the hospital I work at." Ten minutes later the pair were walking through the lobby of the medical center. Tiffany explained away the presence of the petite redhead as a cousin she was just showing around. Eventually, they snuck into a supply closet. The nurse found a brand new hypodermic needle and a small vile of clear liquid. She prepped the needle and then lowered Erin's choker, swabbing her neck with alcohol near the adam's apple. "This is going to pinch sweetie, but it'll solve all your vocal problems." Tiffany pushed the needle into his skin, fully compressing the plunger. "The clear agent will slightly paralyze your vocal cords. Not completely, but enough so that the pitch is higher. This dose should last about 6 hours. Go ahead, Erin give it a try." "I need to scratch or I'll go crazy." After scratching lightly with Tiffany looking on and making sure the makeup was not damaged, and warning Erin she would bind her hands if need be they reached the hospital. Thomas winced as the needle went in. What if it works too well and I end up sounding like a girl for the rest of my life? "Now I sound....just like a girl. With a sweet voice that matches my body. Thank you. James will love my new voice. I think I'd like to buy myself a necklace, and something that James would like as well. What would you like to do now, once we get out of this closet?" Erin's voice now sounded lovely. It was softer, higher-pitched, and had a slight rasp to it. "Mmm. Very good sweetie. You sound like the perfect little lady," Tiffany said excitedly. Grabbing her wrist once more, she led the redhead back out through the hospital and to her car, Erin's heels clicking the whole way. "Well, I think the mall would be the next logical stop. We could buy some jewelry, but I'd like to focus on some new outfits. After all you do need an outfit for your first date. I picked out this because, well...every girl needs a little black dress. But you should wear something a little more colorful and flirty on your date. I'll let you think about what you'd like to wear as we drive. Just so you know, I've set aside some money we will use your clothing and makeup budget so don't let prices hold you back." The rest of the 15 minute ride was taken in silence. When they reached the large shopping complex, Tiffany knew it would be a new experience for the freshly-created girl. While before the mall may have been a boring experience for Thomas, it now held an unknown number of treasures for Erin to fawn over and purchase. Stepping out of the car, Tiffany walked up next to Erin. "Alright missy, where to first? Remember, we're in public so I want you acting like a convincing girl. Proper posture. Back arched a little, chest out. And swivel those hips," she said in a firm tone. "Let's go to a dress shop first, then an underwear one, and then as a treat for me, a jewelery one," Erin said in her new voice. She walked well just like the average girl would walk and got a few looks from the boys and young men in the mall, rolling her eyes in disgust when she was wolf whistled by somebody. He'd be embarassed if he knew I was a man Erin thought. They entered a dress shop and Erin asked Tiffany "What do you think would look really good on me? Something that will rock James's world." He held up a pretty looking red dress. "Hmm. I think this one would look amazing on you. It's sensible, but flirty. It'll make your beautiful hair really stand out. And with the zipper in the front, you can choose how flirty you want to be, showing off some cleavage," Tiffany said with a wink. "And my brother absolutely loves a girl in stockings or pantyhose. You slide into a nice pair of those, match it with a thin black belt and smart handbag...you'll be a knockout." Without really waiting for a response, the dark-haired girl hurried off to grab the accessories she'd mentioned. She then darted to the register where the female clerk began ringing it all up. "Hmm," Tiffany said eyeing the dress's tag. "It's a size 4. We'll have to pull the cincher in a little tighter if you're going to fit," she whispered so the cashier wouldn't hear. As they walked away with their purchases, an idea dawned on her. "We'll get you some Slimfast to help you lose the pounds. When you're with me, that's all you'll drink until you hit your target weight. Now, off to Victoria's Secret?" "Good idea." Erin rolled her eyes. "But not a good idea to make me hungry all the time, why can't I be a liberated woman as far as fat is concreaned? Fat is a feminist issue, you know." Erin picked out some fancy underwear without much trouble. "Now can I go to the jewelery shop?" "Don't tell me about feminism," Tiffany scolded with a scowl. "You've been pretending to be a girl for a few hours. Try living for 26 years as a one. And you'll lose the weight because that's what society expects a beautiful woman to look like. You don't like it or think that's too hard. Tough! This is what real women have to go through. If I don't think you're making a good enough effort to lose the weight then Mrs. McGhie will see all the evidence of what Daddy's been up to," she threatened. Both girls clicked their way towards the jewelry store. Tiffany was still irritated at the new girl's reluctance to conform. "You can pick something out, but I get final say on whether we buy it or not. Something not too expensive. After all, you haven't really earned yourself a large reward yet." Erin rolled her eyes but didn't complain further. She picked out a pretty garnet necklace that didn't seem too expensive and said "Tiffany, this would look really nice with my new dress, I think James would think it looks great on me. What do you think?" I really hope she says yes.Hey, I'm becoming a vain little madam now thinking of jewels and boys and how I look. What's happening to me? Am I enjoying this? Am I gay now?