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Copy Cat by sandie beach The sun streamed in through the net curtains as he stirred into some sort of wakefulness. Today was the first of a four day long weekend. His mouth felt furry with an odd sort of taste. He stretched and realised that he was naked except for his tight underpants, only they felt wrong. His hands travelled down to his cock and met something non-skin he threw back the sheet and came full awake in shock as he surveyed the metal device that covered his manhood instead of his underwear. Sitting up he searched for a way to get it off. The band around his waist was smaller then his hips from which a small flat skin coloured tube ran to the crotch piece between his leg. From the lower end two wires encircled his manhood and scrotum, however his balls were trapped behind and the size of the split did not allow them to drop down. The loose skin formed two flaps and with no sign of his cock as it entered a curved tube forced between his legs allowing no access to his genitalia accept for the exposed hood. He rose and went to check in the mirror for a rear release he saw a small odd shaped keyhole. He was out of here he thought. Wrong, indeed no key would ever enter that key hole, it was filled with something, he was well and truly locked in. As he looked at himself the realisation that this device gave him a sort of feminine look even to a small triangle of hair. He had been shaved, indeed come to think of it, so had all his leg hair and the little patches on his chest. By now the liquid excesses of the previous night made themselves felt, he needed to go. In the toilet he was faced with the dilemma of "how to" as his cock was trapped behind the metal going between his legs. His fingers felt for the tip of his cock through a small hole in the strap he would have to sit down to relieve himself. He sat. Nothing happened, the internal pressure was building and finally it burst free. The relief was almost like a climax as it streamed out. Finished he stood and took a more detailed look at his cage. He could pee and his hands confirmed his anus was usable. So why? He washed his hands and want back to the bedroom to think. Why was his mind a little fuzzy, the effects of last night. That was it, that girl he'd picked up at the club, or had he been the one picked up? She was certainly a looker. Normally chicks like that had boyfriends closely related to the gorilla, not his slight frame he thought. He had no illusions as to his masculine physique. At 5.5 and 130lb he was no power athlete, indeed working with his hands meant cooking or woodwork things like that. That is when he had a job. It came back to him now why he was out on the town. He'd been fired. So this was some sort of joke, ok, he'd go along with it but what next. He started to make the bed and saw the note under the pillow, he read it and died a little death. It began. "Hi sweet thing, you were great that night, hope you don't have too much of a hangover. I didn't think that you could or would go the distance. I've never been that thoroughly serviced before. In return I have decided that your services will be exclusive hence your current status. From now on you are our property. We will look after you and take great care of you. The first item on your agenda is to cover your body from the neck down with the cream on the side table, wait 10 minutes and have a shower Pat yourself dry and use the powder and underarm deodorant on the shower shelf. Also on that shelf is another cream for your face use it instead of shaving and get rid of the side burns. Brush your hair and divide it either side putting it into two ponytails just behind the ears with the help of the coloured elastic bands. Then step onto the back porch for a slow count of 20. See you later. Love, Cat." He read it not once but a dozen times as if the reading would change the words. They wouldn't, they didn't. He wasn't going to play the game. He'd get dressed and got to his workshop and cut this thing off. He opened his dresser, the draws were empty. The wardrobe likewise. Even the laundry basket was empty. He wasn't beaten, the phone, he could order some clothing and get it delivered. The phone was dead. He could go out online. As he turned on the computer he searched for his credit card. A cold wave swept over him not only was his credit card missing but also his wallet and car keys. He'd been robbed, there was only the house key. Then he noticed a piece of paper under the keyboard, he opened it. "Hi sweet thing, if you're here then you tried the phone. We also control your computer outlet. Your wallet and credit card are safe with us and so are all your silly male things. Now stop being foolish and do as you are told. Love, Cat" His knees folded under him and he sank to the floor, a lump forced it's way up his throat and he felt close to tears. He had to think, could he dare try to just walk out of the house and get help. Yes, and he would also get arrested and tossed into jail. The local law enforcement didn't take kindly to odd balls wandering at large. Especially since the recent series of rapes plus an outbreak of Homophobia. No, now was not a good time to go for a walk as he was. All that was left was comply, but first a coffee. He put on the kettle and got out coffee and milk. The kettle boiled and he sat down to think this out. Had they out thought him? Whoa! back up! He grabbed the first note and read again. Yes there it was, the plural, They, Them, We, Us. But he had only dated one female it said so. Then the next odd statement "That other night" what other night there was only one or was there. He went to the computer and checked. He'd been KO'ed for a couple of days, no wonder so much had been setup. He gave up now, she, they, who ever, had him. Back in the bedroom he picked up the jars and proceeded to apply the fragrant cream to his body. Getting it onto his back was almost impossible in places but he did his best. After the allotted time he got into the shower and washed it off along with most all of his body hair. He stepped out and patted himself dry as stated, then reaching for the roll on and powder he saw another note. Once again he read his misfortune. "Hi sweet thing, I'm glad you are co operating. Don't forget the roll on and powder. Then your face and your hair. Then go to the porch as ordered". Love, Cat. This he did after a sit to relieve himself yet again. It felt strange to be out there and that exposed, the breeze over his denuded skin, was erotic, he felt more naked and vaguely aroused standing there with no body hair. As he turned to go back in he noticed a brick that shouldn't have been there. The note under it directed him to a small parcel under the couch. It told him that the "A" package was for him to wear now and that the "B" package was to be hand washed and hung on the porch wash line to dry. It even had a fancy soap powder in a sachet. Package "B" contained some stained female underwear; plain white panties and bra's as well as white knee high socks. Package "A" had a pair of white cotton briefs, white ankle socks, a short lacy white camisole top and a pair of black girls shoes with a strap and two inch heel. Feeling exposed and having nothing else to wear he put them on, they all fitted. The shoes even with the small heel caused his posture to change, the slight lift pushing his pelvis forward tightening his legs and backside. The briefs were soft and fitted, Oh so snugly, on his now very sensitive skin hiding the belt, he couldn't bear to add the word "chastity". He ran his hands over the fabric and between his legs as if he was feeling a woman, they touched the small protruding tip of his captive cock. It was more the size of a clitoris and was very sensitive. He closed his eyes to the pleasure for a second only stopping when he realised where this fantasy was going. "no way he thought", but he did pick up the other things and go to the laundry. He read the blurb on the sachet on how to proceed then put the clothes into a basin and started. Then he thought he recalled the wrapping having writing inside it, the contents had diverted his attention at the time. Sure enough there it was. "Hi sweet thing" (he was getting heartily sick of that phrase)."after the washing you can watch the video in the machine relax with a cup of coffee and a treat I've left for you. Enjoy" Love, Cat. With the washing on the line and his knees shaking from the fear of being spotted doing it, dressed as he was, a cup of coffee was definitely needed. The treat was a coffee wafer sandwich thing. He sat down to view the home movie it opened with a shot of his home. A cut with him in the high street checking out a lingerie shop and a little later a young girls clothing outlet. He noted with some wry amusement the back ground music was "I enjoy being a girl". There was no commentary just the music. Then the camera was inside his home and the girl from last night or when ever came out of the bedroom. She was dressed in a white cotton blouse and tie, black pleated skirt to mid thigh, knee high white socks and shiny black high heel shoes. Her hair was done as his was with twin ponytails. Then she lifted up her skirt to show that she was also wearing white cotton briefs. Dropping the hem she walked across the room to the table picked up the two packages and offered them to the camera, or to him? She smiled, half turned then squatted down and pushed them under the couch. She rose and as she did a quick spin the skirt flared out giving a quick glimpse of white, then finger tips nipping the skirt hem she did a curtsy. Her next port of call was his computer where she sat down and typed something, she also showed him some discs that she put in his storage box. Lastly she stood up smiled and with her hands clasped in front lowered her head a little and gave him a "haven't I been a naughty girl" look. The screen want blank and he discovered that he was very hot and shaking. He nearly spilt the last of his coffee as he tried to get himself under control because the pressure of his expanding manhood was causing him a lot of pain as it tried to escape through the tiny hole provided in the belt. He made it to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face but the sound of the running water triggered a need to pee. Slipping his panties down he sat and relieved himself. It was getting easier to do this. More reflex he thought, but why am I going so often. Maybe they've done something to me. Back in the main room he went to the computer, it wasn't hard to find the file she had saved. He opened it. "Hi sweet thing, did you like our video? You may like to play it over a few times to get the feel for it, or did you the first time? Did you like our costume or should I say uniform? By now you should be used to the idea that you are no longer your own master. Indeed if you check the mirror, master is the wrong gender altogether but lets move on. In your video rack are some computer discs. They are numbered so use them in sequence and don't be in a rush. Enjoy. The discs are further instructions as to what is required of you. Try not to worry over much. We really do care for you. We do know you have lost your job, so we are taking this opportunity to offer you another one, with us. It will pay well and there are great side benefits. But it is a '24 /7' type job, however you are certainly not going to be asked to function at anything like that. The catch is that we have a dress code, if you can call that a catch and that for the time being you must be prepared to do exactly as you are told no questions asked. Think about it." Love, Cat He sat and stared at the monitor. Then he found the numbered discs but after he inserted one he found he'd need the password. What now he thought? Video? Once again back in front of the TV he ran the first video again. He'd scrolled past the credits before he realised that they meant something. So he had to rerun it. "Pause at the end of each segment to locate items. Continue when found. Go to bookcase for non book. PAUSE. His 'non book' turned out to be a simple makeup case with a small selection of cosmetics and a note to return to the computer video lesson along with the password. "What the hell" he said aloud as the video started to instruct him on the basics of make up from foundation to finish and on to nails. He let the video run through then restarted it. He looked at the case then the video. The more he thought about it the more he knew he had no option but to follow the trail however odd so he ran the video for the first lesson stopping at each new stage. The video finished and he opened the box with the pale pink nail polish. The bottle and a piece of paper came out. He was later surprised to realise that he completed his nails and let them dry before he thought to read the note. It was a word and number together. A password. "Onward and forward" he muttered to himself as he went back to the computer. The second disc opened to the password. "Do I need to guess the opening line? Of course not" He thought. "Hi sweet thing. Do you feel pretty. You may not have got it all right the first time but don't worry practice makes perfect. Tell me are your nails done? Think about it. Best you check on the washing to see if its dry. If so fold them and put them in your top drawer. Then pull the bottom drawer out completely and put on what you find, you'll feel warmer. Then maybe lunch? Coffee and the contents of the Tea caddy." Love, Cat He did as instructed. How did she/they know what he had done. She had made an assumption as to his appearance at this stage. Of course if he hadn't then he couldn't have opened the disc Q.E.D. Under the bottom drawer he found a neat box with a crisp white cotton blouse and a black tie. Made aware of the chill he slipped it on fumbling at the reversed buttons then did the tie. The blouse finished at the bottom with a sort of waist cuff instead of shirt tails. This left his briefs still uncovered. Time now for lunch. With the coffee came another eating bar, two in fact and a note with password to view computer video 2. This, after yet another visit to the loo. The opening shot was of a large house and it panned to a rural vista. A close up of a swimming pool with some very lovely girls lazing around or swimming. The female voice over said this was set in a vast acreage and miles from any other habitation. He was invited to join them provided he passed the entry tests. Next a room and his girl clad only in black bra, panties and high heels. She smiled at the camera. Then went through a routine of sitting and standing up, pointing out that girls had to sit with knees together. Then it was how to walk by taking smaller steps than a male stride. By moving in a certain way, he was told, his hips could move like a female. Hold his shoulders back and to keep them steady with the arms down. In effect to move by rotating at the waist. The shoes he was wearing forced this on him in a subtle sort of way. Then she went to a table and proceeded to get dressed in a garter belt before sitting down to put on a black stocking. She stood to fasten it to the three suspenders before sitting and repeating same for the other leg. Slipping into her high heels again she stepped into a short tight dark grey skirt then donned a matching jacket. Then she it went into step back mode as she went through the same routine this time pointing out the problems a skirt presented. The camera also give a demonstration of immodest behaviour when sitting and once again his masculinity made itself painfully felt. The last part of the video was of other girls walking, standing up, sitting down with a commentary on what was happening. It was a perv-fest that was getting him really horny and his hand crept between his legs and gently rubbed his little protrusion until the video stopped and he felt frustrated at not being able to masturbate to ease himself. "Damn them." he cursed as he went to the sink to wash his face, only to see the made up girl in the mirror. "Hell what do I do now? Oh yes the face cream. But not just yet I think." as he got himself back under control. Where was the next link in his odyssey? There had to be something in or on the disc. He thought the last girl had held a sign so he ran the video back a way and played the last bit. Sure enough there she was with the sign. By pausing the disc he could make a note of the code. But running the tape only started to wind him up again, did his tormenters know this would happen? The next disc started. "Hi sweet thing. Did you enjoy that last disc? We had a ball doing it. Funny how you can get self conscious when someone is commenting on your everyday movements. I do hope it was of practical value though. All things being equal it should be about Tea time for you so a break is in order. Then on to your treasure trail again, the inside of your pillow has your night attire, that is after you shower. Don't worry about the belt it won't rust. Set the alarm for 6am to give you a good sleep. Neatly fold what you're wearing and lift the mattress to complete your ensemble. In the morning rise, shower, get dressed then go to your letterbox. Breakfast is fruit juice and cereal. Don't forget to cream off your make-up tonight and re-do your make up tomorrow. Sweet dreams" Love, Cat. Get a good nights sleep. She had to be joking. Go to the letterbox outside at the end of the long driveway dressed like this, no way. Anyway the postman didn't deliver that early. Hold on a moment he thought, they had this planned out didn't they. So, what was it? Set the alarm for 6am. No one normally about at that time. A quick run down the drive to see what was in the letterbox and back inside. I can do that he figured. He was surprised to find that it was now dark outside. The day had flown by. The fruit juice sounded a good idea. He had a light meal before he retrieved his night clothes. It consisted of a very short blue nightie with square neckline edged in a cotton lace with matching panties. The other item, from under the mattress, was a black pleated skirt, which when he put it against himself came slightly above mid thigh for length. Why am I not surprised? he thought. He cleaned his face, folded his clothes, showered and went to bed. He fell asleep very quickly. RRRIIINNNG. The sound of the alarm crashed him out of the nightmare, only it wasn't a nightmare. He still had the belt on and the nightie. He also had an urgent need to relieve himself. While sitting he reviewed the day to come. Rise, shower, get dressed, and letter box. Since he was there he showered and got dressed. "Well why not I've nothing else to do. So I'd better be a good.... girl... and do as I'm told." he thought. Now where did that come from? He thought to himself angrily. Then a vague memory flashed and was gone, what was it? Dressed in his panties, cammie and blouse he stepped into the short skirt sat down to put on socks and shoes. He did his hair the same as yesterday. Then went to the front door and---- froze. He couldn't go out there, people would see him. Its early there's no one about if you're quick his other self argued. He opened the door took a peek up and down the street. No one around. He started to run and nearly fell over in the awkward heels. The chill morning breeze played round his bare legs but he had to walk the rest of the way conscious of the short skirt against his thighs and its exposing nature. The shoes made their own rhythm as he moved The driveway suddenly took on marathon proportions but he got to the letter box and grabbed at the contents, a check to see he had everything then the walk back. Suddenly instead of rushing back he slowed. With the pounding of his heart that had threatened to cause a burst blood vessel, now turning into a feeling of terrified excitement. He turned and walked slowly back to the road eyes and ears alert for danger. He tried to remember how to move with a feminine flow and found himself getting quite roused by the effort. Was this how girls felt as they went about their daily lives? Gawd what a turn on. The sound of a car engine starting up brought him back to earth and he traced the path back to the house and shut the door. Then a quick dash to the toilet before he wet himself in the excitement. An hour or so later, made up and fed as ordered, he finally checked the mail. Fliers and other rubbish only a letter with no stamp or postmark. "Hi sweet thing hope you had a good night. Was the walk in the open fun, I hope. Your task to start with is to be critical of your grooming and see if you can improve on it. Hair as well, the envelope has two hair ribbons. Clean and tidy the house like a good housemaid. After that a morning coffee then the last disc. see you later" Love, Cat He thought his makeup was ok. Simple in that all he had to do was put some mascara on his lashes and pale pink lipstick to match his nails. School girl stuff. He shuddered as that thought washed over him. He did have trouble with the white ribbons. As he moved about doing the housework he caught glimpses of himself in various mirrors. Strange how the everyday becomes unnoticed. But with the house work done and coffee at hand he sat down to watch the last video. This video was a tour of their house, only this time it showed the interiors, bedrooms, lounge, kitchen, workshops even a medical suite. It was very comprehensive. The voiceover took a bit more time in the workshop area as that would be where he would be employed. The other girls had their fields of study and it would be up to him to work with them on what ever was required to keep things functioning. That does mean "what ever sweetie" it emphasised. Other than that he was to maintain the building and grounds as he saw fit. Now as you will be new to this life style we are laying down a few rules. You'll notice that we are assuming your compliance. You will start off as if you were a junior schoolgirl and hopefully progress to full adulthood. At all times you will comport yourself in a manner befitting your status and position. Any infringement will attract a suitable punishment. All the time this was going on a cycle of pictures of girls growing up was flash on the screen. The last part had a note about the last password for the computer. What came up on the screen was statement that he was to fill out the application form and then punch in a code after turning on his modem(just turn it on don't log). He scanned the form then entered the code. A dialogue box told him he had not completed the form satisfactorily. He went back and gave silly answers. Same reply. He tried some right answers and some wrong. Same again only this time a note came on the screen stating that he had earned 5 demerits and to behave or they would double. He then completed the form properly logged on and received. 'Thank you your application has been accepted, please stand by for a further communication.' The phone that had been dead rang and he near wet himself with fright. His hand reached out and lifted the receiver and foolishly said "hello who is this?" "Hi sweet thing don't you know me. Who else would call you?" "Well what the hell this all about? Is this some sort of game? When are you going to stop this thing let me out this belt and give me my clothes back?" "Oh sweet thing that's not the way a little schoolgirl should talk. That's another 5 demerits and we are only starting. The belt comes off when you are grown up and can behave like a lady. As for your clothes, why they are waiting for you at the house you have been viewing prior to your application. Now go to the top of the linen closet and get your suitcase so you can put the things you washed yesterday into it along with the toiletries in the plastic bag. Your make up goes in your handbag separately, (what hand bag he thought). You will then wait for our next phone call to tell you what to do next. Meantime please practice being a lady while you think back about 10 years ago. The line went dead. No line signal. Dead. He could use the computer but, again, just no outside connection. He was alone again, but what was that about 10 years. As he was at the keyboard he set about tidying up and sorting his hard drive. You've got mail, the screen informed him. But how? His mail folder had stuff to be trashed but somehow he hadn't seen one Email. "Thought you might like a reminder. love, Cat." The attachment was a photo of a little girl in school uniform. Then the penny dropped with a very heavy thud. The picture was of him and he remembered a silly game of dress up he used to play with the girls next door during one summer holiday. At the end of that summer that family moved to another town and he forgotten all about it or had he, given the ease with which he now accepted his current predicament. He hadn't objected then and come to think of it, how much of a fight was it now. He made a cup of coffee and made a note that he had better get some more. He laughed at the thought of going to the shop and buying it dressed as he was. Nature called soon after but he was getting used to it. The phone rang. "yes." he said. "We'll collect you at 6 tomorrow morning. Leave the house at that time and walk to the highway at the end of the street with your luggage. Don't forget to turn off the water and gas like good little girl. Your other things we can get at a later time as the rent will still be payed. Enjoy the walk, see you in the morning. Good night sweet thing." How was he to get a good night sleep. He did but only after he dared to go to the end of his driveway at midnight to check on the distance to the corner. The 500 yards would seem like an eternity. He set the alarm for 5 and got his nightie out of the case got ready then into bed. RRIINNG. Was it morning already? He showered. Got dressed.........did his make up and hair. Then had a glass of juice. Then packed the last of his things. The pink case had contained a black hip length jacket for outside, as well as a small matching pink clutch handbag as a last gift. The clock moved to 6 and he went to the door. He found himself checking his face in the hall mirror. Now just how feminine is that he thought. He opened the door and froze again. How could he just walk out here and into the unknown dressed like a girl. If he was picked up by the law what then? But what would happen to him if he stayed behind closed doors? Would they come and get him anyway? He vaguely remembered the two girls he'd played with that summer, it had been fun at the time. The little boy of that time had seen no wrong and trusted his friends. With his heart beating fit to burst he stepped outside, closed the door and started to walk. He would trust again and hope. Once again aware of the exposed state the skirt imparted as the wind played with his skirt pressing it hard against his bare legs then flicking it like a flag, threatening to flip it up and show his panties. He felt a little defenceless as his handbag and suitcase prevented the use of his hands to keep the skirt under control. Almost like some boys he'd seen in school flicking up the girls dresses or skirts for fun just to hear their squeals. His shoes seemed to beat a loud tattoo as he turned onto the street. Click, click, click, click he certainly couldn't tiptoe that distance and to take them off would certainly earn him "demerits" for un-lady like behaviour he was sure of that. So he stepped out trying to move gracefully, placing one foot in front of the other like walking a tightrope and moving his hips as he relaxed, walking a little slower to concentrate on the correct movement. As he walked he became acutely aware of his clothing and the openness of his skirt. The sensual even sexual nature of it as his bare legs brushed passed each other. In trousers or shorts it never happened but in a skirt it always would. What would it feel like when he grew up and wore stockings, would that be his next stage? His man clit was forcing him to wriggle and his body seemed electrically charged. What would he do if an orgasm took him out here? He had to stop, his legs were shaking. It was early enough so no one was around. He started walking again but nearing the corner he still couldn't see a car. Had they tricked him? He heard a car coming from behind and slowing, he half turned but it didn't stop. He was getting frightened now, the road ahead was a major highway with more traffic. At the corner he looked both ways. There, just down the road, was a big expensive limousine. It flashed its lights and a door opened. The girl from the other night stepped out and waved to him. As he walked toward her he realised that he was free this was what had been taken from him all those years ago. He was back in a Summer land of yesterday. As walked toward her he saw she was dressed in the same sort of school outfit he was wearing. "Good morning Kitten. Do remember us now. I'm Catherine, and that's my sister Diana. I see you've Copied Cat again. We'll put your case in the trunk and start all over again. I mean you seemed to enjoy that summer holiday so much. Didn't you? He nodded, as finally all the pieces came together. That had been a wonderful Summer, he'd cried for a long time when they'd gone. But life has a way of losing some memories. His Mother had not allowed him to play dress-up. Indeed had actively discouraged it as some how bad. So the fun memories had died. Catherine opened the trunk for him and stood back waiting. He smiled as he put his case in the trunk. She gave him a big hug and a long lingering kiss. "Welcome back Emma we did so miss you." Emma, that's right he had been Emma to them all that Summer he remembered now. Then they got in the car and drove off to what ever was fated to be his new life.