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This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to anyone anywhere is
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it. In order to fully appreciate the story it is advisable to read the
preceding chapters first.
Chapter 14
Debbie was explaining to Gerry and Jim that Marilyn was now dressing full
time and living as a girl. "Any emotional strain could cause her
irreparable psychological damage," she said, "so I want you to treat her
like a girl, which is what she is in her mind, and in her appearance too.
You'll see what I mean in a minute. And take this as a warning," she said
firmly, "If you step out of line, or start using innuendo in any way at
all, then I'll make sure everyone knows about your indiscretion with her
Gerry."
"OK Debs," replied Gerry, not very convincingly, "so are Marilyn and
Terry an item now?"
"Yes," she said, "and he's crazy about her, in fact, we are all moving
into his house today, so don't screw things up."
"You move fast, don't you! Marilyn's only known Terry for two days, and
now you're all moving in together," said Jim bitterly. "Tracy? When I
asked you to move in with me, you turned me down flat."
"This is different, Jim. Debbie and I are moving in as singles, not with
anyone," said Tracy. "Oh, look, Terry is signalling for us to join them,
come on lets go."
Gerry secretly had a soft spot for Marilyn when she was dressed in girls'
clothing, ever since she had sucked him off, back at the house. He was
fascinated by the lengths she went to, to achieve that ultra-feminine
look. Her long nails and the extreme makeup that she wore were an instant
turn on for him. But, when he actually saw her, it was something he
wasn't prepared for. Sitting at the table was Marilyn, a different
Marilyn though, she was a vision of loveliness, he couldn't believe his
eyes, he had never even dreamed of anyone quite as incredibly sexy. Every
inch of her face and body were a fetishist's fantasy, but to actually see
someone fulfilling that fantasy was beyond his wildest dreams. He became
hard instantly and he wanted her to be his slave again and go to work on
his cock, desperately.
They greeted one another, and Terry went to the bar to get a further two
drinks for Gerry and Jim.
"So Marilyn, how are you?" said Gerry, struggling to control his fast
growing manhood, "I have to admit you look really stunning tonight,
although you appear to be a little different than when I last saw you."
"Yes, Gerry, she said, "I've had some piercings and a few other things
done."
As she spoke, Gerry saw the jewellery on her tongue, there were seven
piercings that he could see and it was just so sexy. His member was
completely rigid in his trousers, and he couldn't hide it. Marilyn had
noticed it too, and wondered how he was going to deal with that
embarrassing problem; she certainly wasn't going to help him out.
"Debbie said to him, "what's the matter Gerry, you look a bit, um,
uncomfortable?"
Gerry said, "I have to go to the loo, excuse me," and flew out of the
door.
"Well I think I know what he's gone to do, judging by that raging hard
on," said Debbie, giggling, "You really do look hot Marilyn, look at the
effect that you have on men."
"Do you think it was me that was turning him on then, Debbie?" Said
Marilyn, in mock innocence. "Oh well, he'll be alright in a few minutes I
expect. He's probably sorting his little problem out right now."
Jim didn't know where to put his face; he got embarrassed easily, and had
been really uncomfortable when they were playing their games with Marilyn
back at the house. He had noticed that Debbie and Tracy were treating
Marilyn totally differently now, as if she were their girlfriend rather
than a transvestite: to be abused and humiliated. He had to admit to
himself, that she looked hot in a kinky kind of way, although the thought
of her being a he, under all of the clothes and makeup did tend to cool
his ardour. What he couldn't understand was how she had got those
enormous tits, they were impossibly huge, and looked real, but they
couldn't be, she didn't have any tits at all two days ago.
Terry returned from the bar with the drinks and sat down. "What I thought
was that we would go back to my house after this drink and you three
girls could settle in, and get yourselves sorted out, what do you think?"
Yes sure, sounds like a good idea, Terry," said Debbie, "what do you
think Tracy, Marilyn?"
They both nodded in agreement, and Tracy said, "Yes, we bought some
champagne earlier, so we could have a bit of a celebration, just to mark
our moving in, if that's OK with you Terry?"
"Yes, that sounds good, I enjoy a celebration," replied Terry, "Oh, I've
got some bad news though, Marilyn honey. I had a call this morning and I
have to fly out to Sweden tomorrow for a few days, maybe a week, to view
a new building project that I've taken on, and to attend a few meetings."
"I'm sure we'll be able to manage, sweetheart, it will give us a chance
to sort our rooms out and get settled in," said Marilyn.
Terry then handed Marilyn a small package, "I bought this for you
Marilyn, it's a phone. Please don't take it the wrong way honey, I'm not
going to be checking up on you, but I know you don't have a mobile phone,
and I'd like to be able to talk to you sometimes while I'm away. I know
you value your own space, but you can always turn it off if you want
privacy."
"Oh that's really sweet, thank you Terry," said Marilyn.
Jim turned to Debbie and whispered, "Where did Marilyn get those enormous
tits from, what's going on, Debbie? There's something not quite right
here, and I'm going to find out what it is."
"I don't know what you're talking about Jim, it's all done with sticky
tape on her chest, and breast forms, oh and a little bit of makeup too;
all t-girls do it," Debbie replied softly.
"That's rubbish, Debbie, and you know it. Don't talk to me like I'm a
complete idiot. You only have to look at her when she moves, they wobble,
and only real tits do that. Her lips as well, I've seen girls who've had
botox injections and their lips look swollen and grotesque, Marilyn looks
like she's had a new pair of lips, they're big but they're perfectly
formed. So, what's going on? I'm looking at something that should be
impossible, but the reality is there, staring me in the face."
With that, Gerry returned to the table looking very red faced, and sat
down. "Everyone OK?" he said, "sorry about that, got caught short."
Terry said to Gerry and Jim, "we're going to go back to my place soon
guys, for a bit of a celebration, you're welcome to join us if you want
to, that's OK isn't it girls?"
The three girls nodded agreement, unenthusiastically, then stood up and
went out together to the ladies room.
Debbie said, "We've got a problem, Jim is asking questions about
Marilyn's sudden transformation from t-girl to big breasted sex goddess.
I'm afraid I don't have any answers that will convince him that it's all
a charade, done with makeup, and breast forms. He knows something fishy
is going on, and you can be sure that he'll be telling Gerry of his
suspicions. I just hope they don't say anything to Terry."
"So, what are we going to do about it," said Tracy, "we need to think of
a plan to make them keep their mouths shut. Any ideas Marilyn? "
"Well," said Marilyn, laughing, "short of transforming them into bimbos,
I really don't know. No, I don't have any ideas at the moment."
"We've got to think of something," said Debbie, "otherwise it will hit
the press, there'll be an enquiry at work, and before we know it, we'll
all be in court, and then jail. And I really don't know which jail they
would send you to, Marilyn."
"But that's it!" Said Tracy, "what did you just say Marilyn? Turn them
into bimbos? If we use some of our specialist products on them, then I
don't think that they would tell anyone, they wouldn't want to if they
were bimbos, and they would be just as guilty of using these stolen goods
as us."
"Yes," replied Marilyn, "but how could we get them to agree to be
transformed into women, they would never agree to anything as crazy as
that, they don't even show any tendencies in that direction. No, no, I
was just joking that's all."
"OK, let's get back to the bar shall we?" said Debbie.
Gerry and Jim were deep in conversation, while Terry was playing one of
the many fruit machines. Marilyn went over to him and said, "Everything
alright sweetheart? I can't wait to get back to the house now, I feel
ready for some lovemaking, how about you?"
"Oh you're gorgeous Marilyn, you know how I feel about you, and I'm going
to miss you terribly while I'm away, making love to you is high on my
list of priorities too."
"Let's go then, shall we?" Marilyn said. "The others can follow behind,"
and they left arm in arm.
At Terry's house, he showed Marilyn which room would be hers, a sizeable
room decorated in pastel shades, with a huge double bed. "This is
perfect," she said, closing the door and unfastening his trousers,
slipping them down to the floor. She turned her back to him and said,
"Can you unzip my skirt at the back for me Terry, please?"
Terry sat down on the bed and pulled the zip down on her skin tight
hobble skirt, sliding it off for her and leaving her standing in ballet
heels, and black seamed stockings with twelve suspenders. She unfastened
the buttons on her blouse, removed her bracelets and bangles and slid the
blouse off.
It was only now that Terry began to notice what an incredible body she
had. Her figure was absolute perfection, her waist was tiny, her hips
broad and feminine and her breasts pert and enormous. She was wearing
extremely erotic underwear, her red and black pvc corset holding her in
really tightly, the seams of her sheer stockings perfectly straight, her
black patent high heels, slender and erotic.
Terry thought to himself that he hadn't remembered her breasts being so
big on the previous night, when they were in the alley, but he just put
it down to his mind being on other things, and the darkness of the night.
As far as he was concerned she was perfection itself.
Marilyn knelt in front of him and slid her hands up and down his inner
thighs, teasing his balls with her nails. His penis was slowly coming to
attention and she bent her head down and licked it, letting him feel her
tongue jewellery, and immediately bringing him to a full erection. She
wrapped both hands around his member, and took the head between her 'O'
shaped lips, licking it with her bejewelled tongue.
His cock was rigid now, but she didn't want him to cum yet, and she
released him saying, "Lay back on the bed honey and let me do the work."
Then she remembered the previous night's activities and rather
reluctantly said. "I'm afraid I've got my period still honey, so no
penetration." He did as he was instructed and positioned himself on his
back, down the centre of the bed, with his head on the pillows.
She stood up, slipped her arms out of her bra straps, and pulled the bra
down so that her pendulous breasts were free from its confines. Twisting
it around her body, she unfastened the clasp and dropped it to the floor.
Her corset was still restricting her movements, but it felt good to take
off the skirt and the bra. She climbed onto the bed, and rested on her
elbows, with one breast either side of his stiff member. Lifting herself
slightly, she moved her breasts up and down on his hard cock, stroking
the glossy ping painted surface of her nails across the exposed parts of
his penis, while her firm tits masturbated him.
Suddenly she stopped what she was doing and rolled over onto her back,
sliding herself up next to him. Keeping her hand resting on his hard
member, her nails stroking his balls, she said, "I want you to fuck my
tits and my mouth Terry, would you like to do that?
Terry didn't need to be asked twice, and sprang up to a kneeling
position, straddling her tiny waist. He placed his cock between her
enormous tits and she pressed them hard around him with the flats of her
hands. He began a rhythmic pumping action, sliding backwards and forwards
between her beautiful breasts. He loved her excessively made up face and
her huge false eyelashes, and it was all there in front of him. He lifted
himself from the grip of her breasts and moved up her body placing the
head of his cock in front of her beautiful swollen pouty lips. She placed
her hands around his member, opened her mouth and slowly slid his cock
in. Terry, with his weight on his hands and knees, pumped her mouth like
he would her vagina. The sensation was amazing, he was pumping up and
down; she was pressing her lips around him and pleasuring him with her
tongue jewellery. He watched as she fluttered her enormously long false
eyelashes, clasped and unclasped her hands flashing her three inch long
nails. Then, with one final thrust of his hips, it was over. His enormous
load gushed into her mouth, and she swallowed and swallowed. He couldn't
believe it, she had drunk every drop, and when he withdrew she licked him
until there wasn't a trace of cum to be seen.
Terry rolled over onto his side and resting his head on one elbow looked
at this gorgeous creature that was Marilyn. She turned to him and said,
"was that nice darling, did you enjoy cumming in my mouth?"
Suddenly, the sound of a door knocker from downstairs disturbed their
peace, and Terry leapt to his feet. "That will be our guests," said
Terry, quickly dressing himself, "I'll go and let them in."
Marilyn rolled off the bed, and put her bra and blouse back on. Slipping
her feet into her skirt, she managed to slide it up over her hips,
reaching behind her to pull up the zip. After fixing her makeup and
tidying her hair, she sprayed a little perfume on her neck and wrists,
and joined the others downstairs.
The hallway was full of boxes that Dick had left for them, with the
words, "Debbie's Room," or, "Tracy's Room," written in thick felt tip
pen. Terry had told Debbie and Tracy which rooms would be theirs, and
they had Gerry and Jim carry their possessions up for them. Debbie saw
Marilyn and grinned broadly, primarily because she knew what they had
been up to, but also because she had got Gerry and Jim to carry their
boxes for them.
Terry called to them to come into one of the enormous sitting rooms,
where he had poured out six glasses of champagne. He said to the girls,
"take a glass each and I'll give you a tour of the house shall I, so that
you know where everything is." Marilyn took his arm and they walked to a
door at the end of the hallway. "We'll start at the bottom and move up
shall we, this door goes down to the basement, I never go down here, but
you might find a use for it, maybe for storing things you don't use any
more."
He flicked a light switch and led them down the narrow stone steps which
opened out into a huge windowless room, with bare brick walls. At the far
end there was a steel faced door with a key in the lock, and Marilyn
walked over to it, "what's in here, Terry?"
"Oh that's the strong room, the previous owners had it built to keep
their valuables in. I think they were art collectors and had a lot of
bulky items of value. The walls are thick concrete and the door is six
inches thick, take a look Marilyn, the key's in the door, but don't lose
it as I haven't a spare."
The three girls stepped inside the strong room leaving Terry outside. It
was another large empty room with smooth cold concrete walls and floor."
Debbie whispered to Tracy and Marilyn, "this is perfect for sorting out
those two nosey parkers, we could keep them in here and do what we wanted
to them, you see Marilyn, we don't need their consent."
"Oh my goodness, you mean abduct them, and, well, change them somehow?"
said Marilyn.
"Precisely my sweet, I don't want to go to jail, do you?" replied Debbie.
"Are you OK in there?" Said Terry, "let's get on shall we? Then we can
relax." The girls came out of the strong room and Debbie closed the door,
discreetly locking it, and slipping the key into her handbag.
Terry showed them the rest of the house, the two lounges on the ground
floor, and the huge kitchen, then upstairs the four bedrooms, all
ensuite, and several other smaller rooms and built in cupboards.
Eventually they returned to the lounge to find Gerry and Jim sipping at
their drinks, having finished carrying Debbie and Tracy's possessions
upstairs to their rooms.
Gerry still couldn't help but stare at Marilyn's perfect body, and fetish
clothes and makeup. He was thinking about what Jim had said to him, and
the more he looked the more he wondered how this transformation had taken
place. Her tits were enormous, bigger than any tits he had ever seen even
in magazines, or on the internet, and Jim was right, her lips were
perfectly formed; certainly not the result of botox injections.
"Listen everyone," said Terry, "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to
bed, I have an early flight and will almost certainly be gone before you
get up in the morning. So, I'll see you in about a week, I've left spare
door keys for you on the hall table girls." Marilyn followed him out of
the door and gave him a long hug, and promised that she would keep her
phone turned on and charged. "I'm going to stay up for a bit longer,
Terry, goodnight honey."
When she returned to the sitting room, the atmosphere was a lot different
than it had been earlier in the evening. Jim was arguing with Tracy now,
about Marilyn's new body, and demanding to know what was going on. Tracy
said, "why are you getting so excited Jim? What does it matter? She looks
good doesn't she? Why do you want to know why she looks so good?"
"Because," said Jim, "there's something suspicious going on here, and if
you don't tell me what it is, then I might just go to the police and let
them take a look at her, what has happened is impossible!"
Now that Terry had left, Gerry was inspecting Marilyn close up, and
drooling, "so Marilyn, do you want to suck my dick again, you look really
hot tonight, and I don't see why Terry should have all the fun."
Debbie handed Jim and Gerry fresh drinks and said, "Come on now you two
just calm down and relax will you?"
"But I want this fucking sissy transgendered slut to suck my cock again
Debbie, just like she did two nights ago," and he grabbed Marilyn's
shoulders and tried to push her to the floor. With her restrictive
clothing, she fell, and landed on the carpet on her side, fortunately not
hurting herself. She struggled to her knees, and Jerry pulled his dick
out. "You fucking bitch, teasing me in the pub with your sexy clothes and
sexy body and your long nails. You are responsible for me having to go
and wank in the toilets. Now get on and suck it, bitch!"
Marilyn thought she was finished with this, with having to take orders,
and do things that she didn't want to do. What were Debbie and Tracy
doing? She thought that they were her friends, but they were just
standing and watching. Well, she thought, I'd better do what this slob
wants, and was just about to take hold of his cock, when something
strange happened.
Suddenly, Gerry's eyes glazed over, his jaw dropped, and he crumpled to
his knees, with his arms hanging loosely by his side, and his now flaccid
member hanging limply from his fly.
"What the fuck's going on?" demanded Jim, taking a large swig of his
drink, "what's wrong with Gerry, he just collapsed, what's happened to
him, Gerry! Gerry! What's the matter mate?"
Debbie replied softly, "well, Jim, it's like this, you and Gerry have
just become too inquisitive about Marilyn and her transformation. Now, we
can't have two little worms like you interfering in our affairs. So we've
had to do something about it."
"But what's wrong with him? You haven't killed him have you!?"
Taking another long drink, Jim's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees,
just managing to utter, "Oh no, me too." And then fell into silence.
Debbie went over to the frozen Jim, and said, "What's wrong with Gerry,
Jim, is that he has the same complaint as you, total paralysis. You can
both see and hear, but you can't move a muscle." Then, laughing out loud,
she continued, "We're going to have such fun with you two boys."
Marilyn struggled to her feet and said, "So, that's why you didn't help
me, Debbie, you'd spiked their drinks with the same stuff you used on
me."
"Well, not the same drug quite, Marilyn, this is a lot stronger and lasts
for a lot longer, maybe 12 hours before we need to give them another
dose."
"What are we going to do with them?" said Tracy, "now we've got them
subdued and in our control."
"If you remember, it was Marilyn's idea, we simply eradicate the problem
by turning them into bimbos, dumb blond simpering sissy bimbos, they
won't be any trouble to us then," said Debbie. "But for tonight, until
Terry leaves for his flight, we'll throw them in the basement, lock them
in the strong room, I've got the only key."
The three girls dealt with Gerry first. Debbie and Tracy pushed him over
on to his back, and took one foot each, dragging him to the door.
"Marilyn, you get the doors will you, I don't expect you to do any heavy
work in those ballet shoes, three inch long nails, corset and hobble
skirt, it just wouldn't work."
Marilyn teetered down the landing to the first flight of stairs, and as
they dragged Gerry, the back of his head thumping down on each step, she
followed behind, negotiating each step one at a time, in her tight hobble
skirt. Opening the door to the basement they continued to drag him, and
his head painfully struck the concrete steps. Debbie gave Marilyn the key
to the strong room, and they heaved Gerry in, leaving him on his side on
the floor, and went to get Jim.
When the two boys were installed in the strong room, Debbie locked the
door, leaving them in total darkness. They made their way back to
Debbie's room, and sat on the bed, planning how they were going to deal
with Gerry and Jim, finally writing a list of what they would need to
carry out the treatment. At about 4 am they heard Terry leave for his
flight and felt a little happier now that they had the house to
themselves. When their preparations were complete, they went down to the
kitchen and fixed a light breakfast, then at 8 am Tracy rang for a taxi.
Debbie said to Marilyn, "Whatever you do, honey, don't go opening the
strong room door; we'll sort them out when we get back. If you get
undressed and fix your makeup, we'll have some new clothes for you to
wear. Keep your corset and stockings though sweetheart, they're so sexy.
Tracy and Debbie went off in the taxi, and left Marilyn in the house on
her own, apart from the two unfortunates in the basement.
Marilyn did as she had been bade and took off her blouse and skirt.,
fixing her makeup in front of the mirror and finally laying on her back
on the bed and falling asleep.
When she woke up she could hear a lot of noise in the house, things being
moved and dragged around. Debbie came into her room and said, "Oh, I'm
glad you're awake, we let you sleep as you looked so peaceful. We've got
your outfit honey, if you want to put it on," and handed her several new
packages. Marilyn loved the clothes that she had been wearing since she
had been dressing full time, and looked forward to trying another new
outfit.
Debbie left her, and she opened the packages and laid the clothes out on
the bed. She had a black latex nurse's dress, black latex stockings and
fingerless black latex gloves. There were other items too, that she
thought she would unpack later.
Reaching down to her thighs, she unclipped her suspenders and removed her
sheer black seamed stockings, taking care not to snag them on her long
pink nails. She shook talcum powder into the latex stockings and rolled
them up. Lying on her back on the bed, she lifted her leg and bent it
back, enabling her to reach her foot and slip the first stocking on,
unrolling it and smoothing it as she slid it up her leg, finally
fastening the six suspenders. She fitted the other stocking in the same
manner, and lay for a few minutes just admiring her legs, her wide hips
and her beautifully slim waist. Waking herself from her trance she stood
up and slipped the shiny black latex dress on. It had long loose fitting
sleeves with white latex cuffs and a high white latex collar, the hem
just covering her stocking tops, the bust revealing the outline of her
nipple rings. She slipped on short shiny black fingerless gloves and slid
them under her cuffs.
Opening another package, she took out a white latex apron, and slipped it
over her head, tying it around her waist in a bow at the back. It had a
large red cross on the front, and came to just below her knees. The final
item of clothing was a tiny white latex nurse's cap, which had a red
cross on it. She slipped her feet into black leather fuck-me pumps with a
seven inch stiletto heel. Compared to the clothes she had been wearing
over the last few days, this was an incredibly comfortable outfit.
Debbie and Tracy came into her room, and she had to look twice. They both
wore the exact same outfit to Marilyn's in every detail, including wigs
and makeup; they were three identical latex nurses.
"Are you ready, Marilyn?" said Debbie. "We've been really busy, come and
see what we've done."
When they got to the strong room Marilyn saw just how busy they had been.
Gerry and Jim were sitting on wooden chairs, staring straight ahead,
still with the fixed gazes that they had worn the night before. They both
turned their eyes in the direction of the girls, but were unable to turn
their heads, their bodies locked in whatever pose their keepers decided
to put them in. "Aren't they sweet," said Debbie, "so obedient and quiet
sitting there, just looking at the pretty pictures sellotaped to the
wall. This huge array of pictures depicted sexual scenes of men making
out together, explicit scenes of erect penises and muscular bodies. They
wore earphones which played repetitive recordings describing male on male
sex acts in explicit detail. They were naked except for their chastity
devices padlocked over their little cocks, identical to the one that
Marilyn had worn. Drip feeds hung over them from which tubes were
connected to I-V's in their arms'.
"What are you feeding into them intravenously Debbie?" said Marilyn.
"It's a mix of the muscle relaxant to keep them compliant, a very strong
female hormone that I had dropped off by my contact at work, and a mind
numbing agent, after all, we don't want smart bimbos do we? They are
being conditioned to be attracted to the male form in the morning, the
afternoons will bring them sissy girly images, both genetic girls and t-
girls, clothing, hair and makeup instructions accompanied by audio
recordings on the same subject. We can mould them into anything we wish,
isn't this fun?"
The three latex nurses giggled girlishly together, while the two boys
sat, totally paralysed, eyes bulging in terror at what they were hearing.
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