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Chapter 10 Pansy woke to find himself in a strange bed, dressed in bra and panties and a nightie, wearing high heels and mega-long, cherry red nails, and lying between two naked girls, who, until the night before, he had believed were his sisters. For a moment he wasn't quite sure what was going on, and he thought that perhaps he had dreamed it all, then slowly, some more of the events of the previous 24 hours began to return to him. Suddenly the complete picture revealed itself to him and he remembered how he had come to be there. His eyes burst open and he sat bolt upright staring directly ahead of him. "Ah, Pansy, I'm glad you're awake," said Debbie, "you can go and get us some cereal and juice, and bring it up here for your Mistresses. Fix your hair and makeup too before you serve us, you look an absolute mess. By the way, don't think for one minute that sleeping with us is going to be a regular thing, this was just a one off because we thought you might want company after hearing that you were a... well... um... orphan I guess". And, looking to her sister, put her hand over her mouth and giggled childishly. "We have plans for you today," continued Tracy, "You are going to have your first date as a girl. We are going to fix you up with a man; you said you wanted to be a proper girl so this is your chance. Aren't you excited?" "Yes Mistress Tracy, thank you, Mistress Tracy." Said Pansy, wondering to himself what exactly these plans were. After fixing his hair and makeup in the bathroom, Pansy prepared juice and cereal for his two ex-sisters, and returned with it on a tray to Debbie's bedroom. He found Debbie and Tracy standing, half in, half out of the built in wardrobe talking to one another. He positioned himself in the middle of the room, balancing on his skyscraper heels, holding the tray, and waiting for further instructions. The two girls ignored him completely and continued chatting away to one another. "Well, Debs," said Tracy, "I think she should wear the black satin knee length hobble dress with the black seamed stockings." "No, no, no!" replied Debbie, "She can wear what I said before, and that's final!" "But she'll look like a total slut; everyone will be staring at her. I bought that outfit to wear to a party just the once, and even then every man in the room spent the entire evening leering at me, touching me and trying to get inside my panties." Said Tracy, "Mind you, I like the idea of her wearing the special tights that we bought last night, they are really something." "But, we want her to look like a slut, don't we Tracy. That's what she is, just a trashy slut?" Sniggered Debbie. "Ah, our breakfast has arrived! Put it over there on the dressing table Pansy, then go and get yourself showered, and while you're about it make sure that you remove any of that facial hair that you may have. When you are clean, and I mean clean mind you, present yourself before us, naked, in the sitting room, for our inspection. Oh and remove that nail polish too, you will be wearing a different colour today." Pansy left the bedroom more than a little confused, firstly wondering what they had planned for him to wear that would make him look such a slut especially these special tights, and secondly, and more importantly, who they had set him up on a date with. Undaunted, he took himself to the bathroom, showered, shaved then cleaned off the cherry red nail polish with nail polish remover and scrubbed all traces of it from his hands. He then made his way downstairs and into the sitting room, totally naked apart from the horrible chastity device obstinately padlocked to his cock and balls, preventing him from achieving any sexual pleasure at all. Debbie and Tracy turned to face him as he walked in, he couldn't believe his eyes, they were both dressed identically. The two girls wore white cotton button up blouses knotted at the front exposing their bare midriffs and displaying identical three inch long silver dangly chain jewellery in their navels. The lower ends of their navel jewellery just touched the tops of their tartan pleated micro miniskirts, which were sitting rather precariously on their hips. Their legs were clad in white thigh high ribbed cotton socks. Black glossy PVC Mary Jane's with pink bows and two inch block heels adorned their feet. They had both dyed their hair a vivid shocking pink and they wore it in enormous bunches, huge shiny pink ribbons securing the two voluminous tufts of backcombed hair, the ends of which just brushed their shoulders. Their makeup was just as striking as their clothing. Natural colour foundation was complimented with a pastel blue eye shadow and deep blue eyeliner, one inch long chromium blue false eyelashes adding to the look. Their lips were painted in a pearly candy pink and outlined with a deep red lipliner. They had painted pink circles on their cheeks which gave them the appearance of two blushing cheerleader dolls. Their hands sported an immense array of delicate silver rings, and their fingers were tipped with one inch long nails painted a pretty pearly pink to match their lipstick. Huge silver chandelier earrings were attached to their ear lobes swaying gently, tinkling like wind chimes and tickling their feminine necks. Wide metallic bangles adorned their forearms clanking and jangling as they collided with one another in harmony with the gentle movement of their arms. They both smiled at the currently emasculated Pansy who stood frozen in the centre of the room, his eyes wide open and unblinking, his hands clasped over his restrained manhood, not quite able to take in what he saw before him. Debbie said, "Well Pansy, do you like what you see?" And without giving him the opportunity to reply quickly continued. "Are you looking forward to your date? We are going to fix it up for you in a moment, aren't you excited?" Pansy was excited all right, very excited. Pansy's cock was pulsating in the chastity sheath, there was nothing he could do to stop it, it kept going up and down, the spikes pressing against his delicate member were suddenly no longer a deterrent as his animal instincts took over. The pain became unimportant, irrelevant and out of his control. The sight of the two fetish dolls in front of him dressed in such a provocative manner was more than he could stand, he just stood with his long nails covering his chastity until an enormous stream of cum exuded from his member, squirting through the gaps in the plastic sheath, oozing between his fingers and making its way in long thread like streams to the floor. "I suppose I should have expected that," said Debbie, in a surprisingly casual manner, "especially after last night in bed with our hands teasing you. I thought that thing that Tracy bought was supposed to stop you from cumming! Oh well, never mind Pansy, it's probably for the best, we were going to take it off anyway. Now can you clean up your mess with a tissue or something, we need to arrange your date." Pansy, blushing profusely, flew to the bathroom and came back with a box of tissues. Taking a handful from the box he quickly mopped up his mess from the carpet and around his member as best he could, and placed the soiled tissues in the bin. "Now, just stand there Pansy," said Debbie, "and only speak when I tell you to, do you understand me!?" "Yes, Mistress Debbie," replied a rather confused and frightened Pansy. Debbie then sat down on the settee next to her twin sister. She took her phone and carefully typed in a number that she had written down on a piece of paper, using only the tips of her fingers and taking great care not to break a nail. She rhythmically tapped her nails on the back of the phone whilst it rang, waiting for an answer. "Hello." She said, "Is that Terry? Oh, hello Terry it's Debbie here, remember me, we met in the Red Lion last night, I was there with my sister Tracy and our cousin Marilyn." "Oh, hello Debbie, yes, Marilyn seemed quite... um... nice," replied Terry, reflecting on his under the table experience, "So, how come you're calling me, Debbie?" "Yes, well it's like this: Marilyn really liked you and she wondered if you would like to go out with her for an evening sometime, maybe this evening. She was talking about you all the time after you left, and when we got home too, and well, I thought I might try and play cupid as she's too shy to ask you herself. So what do you think, Terry? You spent a lot of time together chatting and it looked like you were really hitting it off." Terry was caught off balance, it seemed that nothing had been said about the stains in his trousers and what had happened under the table. He had to admit that he found Marilyn really exciting and had thought of little else since he had met her, he'd never seen a woman with such attributes: Her nails, her makeup, her jewellery, her hair, all of them were so extreme, and so exotic and erotic. "Yes, Debbie, well what should I do to ask her out do you think? Does she have a mobile number I can ring?" "Well, Terry, to be honest, she's right here now, would you like to talk with her?" Debbie put her hand over the mouthpiece and said to Pansy, "Now listen you little sissy bitch, I've gone to a lot of trouble to fix this up so don't fuck up. Now talk to the guy, best girly voice, remember." "Hello Terry," said Marilyn softly into the phone, "how are you today?" "Hi, Marilyn," replied Terry, "yes, good thanks. It seems that your sister is acting as official mediator but, well, how about it, would you like to go out with me this evening?" "Yes, that would be nice," continued Marilyn in her best feminine voice, "Where shall we go, what shall we do, will you pick me up?" "Oh wow, slow down, I haven't had a chance to give it any thought yet," said Terry, "I'll tell you what, I'll call on you at say, 7 o'clock, how does that sound? And we'll decide then." Pansy looked over at Debbie questioningly, placed his hand over the receiver and said, "What shall I say, Mistress Debbie, he wants to pick me up?" Debbie, who could hear both ends of the conversation, proffered a thumbs up followed by a waggle of her long fingernails as if to say, "Give the phone to me." "Hi Terry, it's Debbie again," went on Debbie, now in possession of the phone, "how would you like to make it a foursome? Tracy and I are off work for a few days and would really enjoy an evening out, we'll pay our way don't worry, as long as you don't think we'll be cramping your style. What do you think?" Terry was a bit confused at this point, first Debbie rings to fix a date for her cousin, and then she wants to crash it. Then again, what the hell, three of the best looking girls in town, he must be the luckiest guy around, and if it doesn't work out with Marilyn well, there's always Debbie or Tracy. "Yes, OK Debbie, that's cool with me, I said I'd call around 7 o'clock to Marilyn, is that OK with you two as well? I don't know where we'll go, do you have any ideas?" "Yes, 7 o'clock is fine Terry, and I'm sure I can think of somewhere that we can go. Well us girls had better start getting ready, see you later Terry, bye now." And with that Debbie hung up. Turning to Pansy, Debbie said, "Now, my little sissy pansy slut, we'd better start getting you ready for your date hadn't we." With that, Debbie turned to Pansy, beckoning him to follow her with her one inch long fingernails, and the three of them turned and climbed the stairs, with Pansy at the rear. In their pretty little girly outfits Pansy could see up their skirts, and couldn't help noticing that neither of them were wearing any panties. Pansy looked at the wall clock and saw it was 3 o'clock, which meant that they had 4 hours before Terry arrived. He was more afraid than he had been on the previous night and he knew that the girls were planning something more than a date but what was it? "Well Pansy, you may find this to your liking, we have some really interesting clothes for you to wear this evening," said Debbie, "but first, to your makeup. We know that Terry admired your look yesterday and was turned on by it, so today, we will try and take it a stage further and render him totally helpless when he is in your company." "You said to us that you wanted to be a girl all of the time," went on Debbie, "well this will be the beginning of your transformation. Come and sit here next to me," she said, patting the flat of her hand on the surface of the two seater pink quilted stool, flashing her long glossy pink fingernails. He crossed the room nervously, and placed himself next to her on the stool with his hands still clasped together and his eyes straight ahead, gazing into the mirror but seeing nothing. Debbie took a pair of eyebrow tweezers from the drawer of the dressing table. "Now turn and face me, this won't hurt too much honey but I want to get rid of those horrible eyebrows for good. I'm going to pluck them one by one and hopefully they won't grow back." And she began with the tweezers to extract every one of Pansy's eyebrows. As she worked she said, "Marilyn, you can call us by our first names again tonight, I want us to be three girls together, is that what you would like?" "Yes Debbie, I would like that very much," he said, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks, "I would love to be one of the girls with you and Tracy." "Well, now listen Marilyn," said Debbie, continuing to extract his eyebrows, "Tracy and I are going to make you look like a dream for Terry tonight. Aren't we Trace?" She said turning to Tracy, then turning back went on, "His kind of dream, so your look is going to be extreme again. He's going to be so smitten Marilyn, he won't know what to do with himself." "Now, here's the key to your chastity padlock," she said, slipping the chain over her head with difficulty, struggling to get it around her huge bunches. "You can take it off honey and leave it off if you want to, and if you're still feeling horny, well we can sort that out for you, too." Tracy lifted herself up from the bed, leaning back on her elbows and said, "Listen, Marilyn, Terry is very successful and has a really nice house. Now, we can't all carry on living at home with Mum and Dad, not if you want to fulfil your dream of living as a girl. I know you're not really family now, we've been told, but Dad couldn't cope with a pansy in the house, family or not, and I know he would find out sooner or later. Me and Debs don't fit in there either, you know we're weird, and they know we're weird too, we drive Mum and Dad nuts with our partying and craziness, hehe, just fucking look at us, dressed as identical twin slutty fuck dolls, is that normal?" and she laughed out loud, then all three of them laughed out loud, laughed hysterically, laughed until it hurt, they knew they were unique and very special. After the laughter had subsided, Marilyn took the key that Debbie had given her and removed the horrible device from her penis and balls, meanwhile Debbie continued plucking her eyebrows. Then Marilyn said to Debbie sincerely, "I don't want Terry to get hurt in all of this, Debbie, he's an old friend of mine and he has never done me any harm." Debbie replied, seriously, "Marilyn, that is not what any of us wants. Tracy and I are fed up with living at home, and you want to change your life too. Terry has that big house all to himself so why don't we offer to share it with him, we could pay him rent. What I want you to do tonight is suggest just that to him, I think he will jump at the chance and welcome us with open arms, especially if you use your special charms. None of us want to hurt him or steal from him we just want to enjoy his company, and be free from living at home. But, Marilyn, let's not let him know your little secret too soon shall we?" She giggled. After Debbie had finished plucking Marilyn's eyebrows she began applying a heavy, natural coloured foundation to his face, neck and chest. She was extremely adept at this, gently applying coat after coat with the tips of her fingers. Eventually, Marilyn's face looked like a totally featureless mask, the perfect canvas for the application of makeup. "There we are sweetie," said Debbie, "just right for us to manufacture a new fetish dream for Terry, and with that she produced a black kohl pencil and drew in Marilyn's eyebrows. They were thin, and arched high above her now removed natural eyebrows, giving her face the appearance of permanent shocked surprise. Debbie then smoothed in a white foundation both above and below Marilyn's eyes and down the line of her nose producing a bright highlight to those areas of her face. She looked as if she was enjoying herself as she drew in, with a deep black eyeliner, lines, first around Marilyn's eyes, and in the crease of her eyelids sweeping them all outwards to one converging point. With the same eyeliner she painted a line around Marilyn's lips just outside of her natural lipline, making her lips appear huge. She then filled in Marilyn's lips with a jet black lipstick and finished it with several coats of a clear lip gloss. "What do you think, Marilyn, is this to your liking?" Without waiting for a reply Debbie filled in Marilyn's eyelids with a slate grey eyeshadow, sweeping it outwards to the point of the eyeliner. She then brushed in a ? inch wide line of eyeshadow under Marilyn's eyes sweeping it out garishly to meet the rest of the eye makeup. Debbie next took long false eyelashes from the drawer and applied glue to them, first the lower lashes, at least 1 inch long and very black. She glued them to Marilyn's own lower lashes and ensured that they were adequately secured for a night out. Taking the upper lashes, a pair of 2 ? inches long thick black feathered style lashes, Debbie then applied glue to them. As the glue was setting Debbie fixed them to Marilyn's upper eyelashes and again made sure that they were secured. Finally, she leaned back in the stool and studied the results of her work, "Yes." She thought, "I think that will make Terry putty in our hands." Marilyn was in seventh heaven, fluttering and flashing her eyelashes in front of the mirror, she knew she looked an absolute picture. Debbie handed Marilyn a bottle of jet black nail polish, and a further bottle of clear nail polish and said, "Tracy and I are going to get your clothes ready while you paint your nails honey, so when you are finished come through to Tracy's bedroom." Marilyn sat at the dressing table happily painting three coats of jet black nail polish on her three inch long nails, waiting between coats before she applied the next. She admired the colour, it was so striking, and a colour that she had not tried before, She thought that electric blue was extreme enough but this was something else, really dark and satanic. As she had always done, she then painted on a coat of shiny clear nail polish, followed by another just to be sure, giving her nails a sheer gloss finish. She was happy, her now friends Debbie and Tracy were helping her in her new life, how could she ever have mistrusted them. "Oh, Marilyn honey, are you ready, we want to get you dressed and prepared for our evening out," called Debbie, obviously from Tracy's room. "Come on sweetheart we don't want to be late do we?" Marilyn went through to Tracy's room, they didn't realise that she would be so quick and as she approached the door she heard Tracy say, "I'm really not sure about these latex tights I bought for her Debs, this is some heavy kit, I don't even know if we'll be able to get her into them." As Marilyn entered the room Debbie piped up, "Well Marilyn this is going to be your outfit for tonight and pointed to the bed." What Marilyn saw was an array of shiny glossy black female attire: the bed was covered with latex clothing, all erotic styles and all made from very thin supple rubber. She wasn't bothered with what she wore as long as it didn't hurt but Tracy's earlier remark did worry her a little. "The tights are a bit special though sweety, I think you are going to love them, we got them especially for you, the rest is one of Tracy's party outfits. Would you like to get dressed now honey?" "Yes Debbie, I would love to," said Marilyn, picking up the tights and inspecting them. They looked like ordinary tights except that, of course, they were in latex, then she took a closer look. When she studied the crotch she saw that the front was formed like a vagina. She stroked it with the back of her long black nails and thought how much like a vagina it really felt, then she looked inside and saw that there was a sheath like pocket formed into the latex behind the vagina, and a penis shaped dildo in the rear! "Are these the tights you want me to wear Debbie, Tracy? They look as though they might be a bit uncomfortable." "I'll help you Marilyn," said Debbie, "there's nothing to worry about, honey." And she dusted a large amount of talcum powder into the legs of the tights and liberally lubed the dildo in their rear. "Now lay back on the bed sweetheart and we'll slip these tights on for you." Marilyn lay back on the bed and the two girls slipped her feet into the tights, smoothing them carefully up her legs. When her legs were totally encased in the smooth black latex they told her to stand up and with one action gently slid the dildo up her ass, whilst at the same time sliding her penis into the sheath in the tights, so that it was totally encased in latex and facing upwards. "There we are honey, all done," Said Debbie, "how do you feel, we've given you a real girly vagina, well the closest we could get to one anyway, and as long as it's dark, no man will know the difference. You will have to sit down to pee just like a real girl, the pee will be channelled from your prick out through your fanny, as will your cum, if you are naughty. Your vagina is just like a real girl's vagina. "Well it sounds like a lot of fun to me if it happens but I think I might need some lube if anyone tried to enter my... um.... vagina." "Well, no sweetheart, that's not correct," continued Debbie, "when any significant pressure is applied to your vagina, hidden sachets of lubricant are released." "Now, Marilyn honey let's get you dressed shall we, Terry will be here soon to pick us up and we'll go out." The twins took shoulder length, fingerless latex gloves, powdered them inside and slid them up Marilyn's arms taking care not to damage her long black nails in the process. They slipped latex panties up her legs which were finished with a latex frill around the leg openings and waistband, and a pretty latex bow fixed to the front. Marilyn then stepped into a latex micro mini dress which barely covered her panties. It had a high frilly collar that reached nearly to her chin and the sleeves were short and puffy with elasticated frills covering the tops of her long gloves. She was totally encased in latex. Debbie zipped up the dress at the rear and clicked closed a small brass padlock to secure the zip. Debbie and Tracy slid their hands over the entire surface of Marilyn's latex outfit coating her with a shiny latex polish and giving her an unbelievably high gloss finish. They produced a platinum blond wig in a bob style from the wardrobe, and placed it on her head. The hair just brushed Marilyn's shoulders. She felt fantastic, her own fetish fantasy had come true, she was a latex doll in the company of twin, identically dressed fetish dolls. Tracy slid Marilyn's bracelets and bangles on to her and clipped on her huge chandelier earrings. Then she filled a shiny black latex handbag with items of makeup and slipped it over Marilyn's arm. In the meantime Debbie had been unlacing a pair of knee high shiny pvc boots. "Come over here, Marilyn, and let's put your boots on." Marilyn sat back down at the dressing table bench seat, and Debbie knelt in front of her, gently sliding her latex encased feet into the boots. She was so preoccupied with admiring her look in the mirror, that she hadn't really paid much attention to the style of footwear that she was being fitted with, until she felt her feet being forced forwards unnaturally. She looked down at Debbie to see what was happening, the boots were ballet style and extreme. The heels were ten inches high and steel with a sharp pointed tip. The toes surprised her though, they formed a three inch high steel pointed stiletto too, she had never seen anything like this, not even on the internet, how was she going to walk in these. She felt something soft and squishy on her toes and knew that it was a gel sac to help take the pressure from her toes. Debbie was now lacing the hook and eye boots and eventually tied off the laces at the top. Over the bow she fastened a buckle and clipped a brass padlock through it. "There we are honey, your boots and your dress are padlocked on and I have the only key. Before Marilyn could say anything the doorbell rang and Debbie said, "Ah here's our date sweety, shall we go and greet him together at the door." Marilyn looked down at her boots and Debbie said, "Oh yes we may have to give you a little help sweetheart, are you ready Tracy?" The two girls stood either side of Marilyn and helped her to her feet. Taking one step then another she soon became adept at walking in such extreme footwear and by the time she had encountered the stairs she felt fairly confident. "Coming!" shouted Debbie and opened the front door, "come in Terry, and make yourself at home, we're just about ready." Terry, in his conservative beige chinos and yellow sports shirt couldn't have felt more out of place. This was something outside of his experience. Something that people only told stories about, but they were always stories that were never believed. Before him were two extreme and identical overly made up cheerleaders, and standing between them and towering over them in ten inch high stiletto heels was Marilyn, his date, a latex clad painted fetish doll, his favourite fantasy the epitome of all of his sexual fantasies, he couldn't believe it. He followed them through to the lounge wondering whether Debbie and Tracy were wearing panties, he could almost see the cheeks of their asses. Marilyn was unbelievable in his eyes, and he marvelled at the way she teetered along in those impossibly high heels, he'd never seen boots like that, he loved high heels but these were even higher than anything he had seen let alone imagined. Her makeup was stunning, as were her nails, hair and jewellery. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she was everything that he had ever dreamed of in a woman.. "Are you alright, Terry?" said Marilyn teasingly, "You look a little pale, do you feel OK? Would you like to postpone and maybe go out another night?" Terry immediately said, "No I'm fine Marilyn, it's just that you girls look so fantastic tonight, you have gone to a lot of trouble to get ready and you rather surprised me by your striking appearance." "Well, Terry, I'm just trying out some more styles, as I said to you it's my job, and Debbie and Tracy, being twins, often dress in the same clothes when they go out, It's a twin thing I guess, but I don't think anyone is dressed exceptionally." Debbie then quickly said, "I thought we might go to a bar that I know, and have a drink and a snack, how does that sound to you Terry?" "Yes sure, Debbie, that sounds good, where's the bar, is it one that I know?" Debbie sat down and crossed her legs just about covering her womanhood and placed her long fingernailed and bejewelled hands on her knees. Terry watched as she did this and lost the plot completely. "So what were you saying Terry?" He was silent, "No? Oh well, never mind. I've ordered a cab for 7:30 to take us so that you don't have to drive, you can leave your car here." Just at that moment there was the sound of a car horn blasting repeatedly, and Tracy said, "That must be our cab, shall we go?" The girls collected their handbags and led Terry out through the front door.