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My shoulders hurt. And my back. This feels wrong. Uncomfortable and ..... wrong.... Why is it dark? Where am I? It's cold..... I think I'm suspended from something by my shoulders. No, wait, my feet are on the floor, so, just restrained then. ... "Just restrained"? What the fuck?! Something is seriously messed up here! Get me the hell out of here! Got to get help! "H----------" Huh? "H------------!!" I can't speak! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. .... ... OK, I don't know where I am, I'm restrained and I can't speak. What can I do? Just try to stay calm and take in everything that you can. ... Ahhh! Why is it so hard to move? Look up, just bloody look up, that's all. OK, yes! That's it, a bit of movement. Now, what's happening here? ... ... ... No matter how much I strain I still can't make much out. There's something in front of me, kind of moving a bit in a jerky kind of way. What's that sound? Something between a hum and a trundle? Is it coming from the floor? Oh, I think the floor I'm standing on is moving. Yes, I can see the join between the moving section and the bit that's staying still. Some kind of travelator? So the thing in front of me is moving along too. What is it? It's like a mass hanging down, with a thinner mass on either side. Arms? Yes, those are arms swinging.....just like my arms are swinging. So it's another person? Shit, what is this place? I can hardly see anything beyond myself and the guy in front. Wait, I think there's another one in front of him, and maybe another, I can't quite tell. Oh my god, I'm on some kind of conveyor belt. What the hell are they going to do to us? Where are we going? How did I get here? What's the last thing I remember? I think....I think I'd just finished my speech at the conference, I walked off stage and then...... ... That's as far as I can remember. I got a good response I think. Lot's of applause. Of course, when you're campaigning for restraints on the power of big corporations to a room of anti-capitalists then that's what you expect...... ... ... No, nothing more. That's all I have to work with. Not much at all. Right, I think my vision's adapting to the light a bit. Shit! There are dozens of people in front of me! Men and women I think. Some of them are starting to move their heads a bit, but still no sounds... except that damn humming. That guy, about five people down, I think I recognise his dreadlocks. I think he was at the conference: Anarchist, crusty, save the earth type. Is there anyone else I know? What about the guy in front? No, I don't think I recognise him at all. He doesn't look like an anti- capitalist . Quite tall, bit older maybe, judging by the very smart grey hair, but in great shape for his age...and naked. Wait a second, I'm naked too! How did I not realise that? Maybe I did but only now worked out that it's messed up: A row of dozens of naked people, restrained and moving forward on a conveyor belt. I have GOT to get out of here. I need some air!! I need something... I need!....I need!.... "A------------!!" .... Oh, yeah, tried that. Oh! Oh! Oh! What am I going to do? Oh, now wait, what's that up ahead? Is that another person coming the other way? They're quite a way off, I can't quite make it out yet. They still look restrained, but from lower down, a thin band under the rib cage maybe, cause this one's moving their arms and shoulders more. There's something rectangular in front of their face. What is that? Ah, look, yes, there are more people lined up behind the first one, and they're all coming back towards me. A second conveyor belt coming the other way. What is going on here? OK, she's coming closer now. Definitely a "she". Seriously hot "she" actually. Killer long legs, and wait, yes, I can definitely see one tit this side of the hanging rectangle. Very nice. Quite a sight, even when I'm in this nightmare of a situation. Every cloud has it's silver lining and all that.... The next one behind her is a girl too, and the next one. Actually, they're all female. And they're all gorgeous. The first one is brunette, then a Chinese girl, blonde, another brunette, black girl. All types, all lovely in their own way. Why have they got one line of babes and one line of us all-sorts? Maybe they've separated out the sexiest girls from the rest of us. Maybe the girls have a different fate. Well, given the lack of respect whoever's in control has for all of us, I think I'd rather my fate than the fate of a sexually attractive girl in their control. What is my fate? What do they want with me? Shit shit shit. Don't think about it, just don't think about it. Just focus on getting out of this. ..... OK, let's take a look at these restraints. It's just sort of a thick band of metal round each shoulder and extending far enough down the arm to stop me moving them. Urnghhh!! Ahhrrnng!! I can't shift them at all. Damn. Are these things even attached to anything? I can't see any wires, and they don't seem to be fixed to the ground. Fuck! Whoever is holding us here has some amazing technology. What the hell is going on! ... ... OK, the first girl is getting close to me now, I'll see if I can get her attention. "M----------" Damn it, still can't make a sound. .... .... C'mon girl give me a look! Mouth some words for me. Something! Just let me know that you see me!! ... Nothing. All she did was stare ahead into the rectangle in front of her. What is that? There's one in front of each of these girls... Damn, they're sexy. Pair after pair of perfect boobs, each gently bouncing as they're carried along by the conveyor belt. If I turn my head as far as I can, maybe I can look back at one of the rectangles as it goes by. .... Shiny, looks like glass. Was it a mirror? A row of restrained, almost impossibly gorgeous women staring into mirrors? This is all properly terrifying now. Oh, what's that up ahead, I think maybe I can see where the line of ladies finishes. It's maybe a box or an archway that they're emerging out of. It's quite big and square, and people are coming out of it, but.... The people coming out of the archway aren't girls. At least I don't think so. It's quite a way off in this semi-darkness (is it getting a little lighter up this end?), but those people don't seem to have the curves of a woman. Certainly not compared to the honeys up near me. Take this girl parallel with me right now, she's got the most fantastic arse, flawless, smooth and curving like snow covered rolling hills, tiny girlish waist, and.... no breasts? Hey? Why is this girl completely flat chested? Though she has got big fat, woman's nipples.... Wait, they weren't that big a second ago. Are they growing? They are! And...and.... Woah!!! Where did those tits come from? She's not flat chested now! They just ballooned up, right in front of my eyes! No wonder they're staring into the mirrors: Their bodies are transforming as they go. But if these bodies are being made, then.... Hang on, why are there so many fewer people in the line ahead of me? Where are they going? What's happening.... Oh shit. It's not two lines. It's just one that curves round at the end. They're making us all into mad-hot girls! What the hell! Who does that! Who can do that! I've got to get out! Got to get free!!! Urrrrhhhhnnnnggggg!!! Damn, I can't move a fucking millimetre. "A-------------!!" Still hardly a sound! Oh god! This one coming up to me now is the anarchist nature-guy with the dreadlocks, except he's nothing like as natural now. He's lost all of his body hair and his nails are half an inch longer. And those dreadlocks, they're turning blonde at the roots, and the hairs are working themselves free. Oh, wow, suddenly he's got hair like out of a shampoo advert, or like a Disney princess or something! Now his face is changing too! Big smile, wide eyes and plucked eyebrows! This is not good. Only one guy ahead of me now on this row. Damn it, damn it. I'm turning the corner! I'm turning, I'm turning! .... And there it is: The archway. I can see the inside walls. Nothing there. Just smooth shiny metal. This is it, I'm passing underneath it now. Uh! What's that? A new restraint round my lower rib cage....and now my arms are free. The shoulder restraints didn't break apart or move away, they just...weren't there anymore. This cannot be happening! This cannot be happening. Just close your eyes tight and speak those words and when you open them you'll be back in your hotel room. This isn't happening. This isn't happening, This isn't hap...thmph. Uh, what's in my mouth? Hair? Long hair. My hair. Oh god, it's happening, it's happening! The mirror! I can see the mirror in front of me! I'm becoming one of them! I'm in the second line now! Yes, I have long hair now, cascading in thick dark waves from the top of my head, brushing gently against my cheeks and falling all the way down my back. Gosh, my hair feels so soft and silky between my fingers, like the most expensive fur coat. And my skin is soft too, my shoulders and my back feel pristine and unblemished, all of my body hair is gone. Wow! How are they doing this? I have more movement now, I should look around, try to see any way out...but.... but.... the mirror......can't look away. My face; it looks different. I'd never thought that my nose was too big before, but now it's growing smaller, I can see that it works so much better. Oh, and look at my eyebrows. I can actually feel them re- shaping, arching and thinning and....they're elegant now; I feel,....I feel so refined. It makes me feel.....sort of powerful. Unnngghh! My bones, my jaw! Skin smoothly, unfalteringly, sliding over my re-arranging skull! The whole structure of my face now feels more delicate, almost architectural.....and it looks amazing! But it's not right yet. My lips and eyes located within this face are like the painting of a common decorator within a frame carved by a renaissance master. But not for long! Here come my new lips, I can feel them swell! Rising now in dramatic curves from each corner to their plump, vaulted heart! They feel so soft when I run my teeth over them, and I can feel air passing between them. I have a pout! My eyes are changing too! I can see colours swirling in my irises, my own pale green, stirred up and then washed away by the deepest, dark chocolate brown. The new colour forms a jewelled island in the centre of the seemingly endless ocean of my new eyes, lapping up against the exotic, lush shores of newly long and dense eyelashes. Deep breaths! Take it in and stay calm! The vista of my astonishing new face. Breathe Breathe Why are my breaths so short? I'm sure I could breathe more deeply than this.... My chest! It's shrinking. And my shoulders and arms too. I'm becoming.... not quite petite, but definitely smaller. I can feel the skin sliding over my skeleton again as it shrinks and shifts. Mmmmm....I....I shouldn't be thinking this...but.....it actually feels nice, like the best stretch in the morning. And what about my midriff? It feels smaller under my hands. Gosh! So small, tapering in girlishly from my already smaller ribcage....and tight too, hardly a layer of fat. Ooo...It feels firm; warm, sexy to the touch.... Ouch! Did I just scratch myself? Oh, my fingernails have grown out too. Seriously? These talons are ridiculous! ..... They do sure look nice though...*giggle* It's funny; such a glorious triumph of aesthetics over usefulness.... It makes me feel special.... ..... ..... What am I thinking? Stop ruminating and fight it! .... but.... It DOES feel nice. And there's really nothing I can do.....Might as well enjoy it..... NO! This is so fucked up! Ah! I can feel my legs changing too! Slimming down to almost stick like proportions! What must I look like now? ... My god! I certainly don't look like a woman yet! My body is so thin and insubstantial. I'm so weak, so powerless! My bone's look so fragile and almost all of my muscles have gone, but there's nothing there yet to replace them. This makes me feel more helpless than even the restraints. I'm cold and scared! Won't somebody help me? I'm so small and vulnerable. I need a protector. .... .... Urrnhh...I feel all strange and, eehh, uncomfortable, like there's, ummm, waves of pressure building behind my skin. I need to, ahhh!, twist, and shake, and wiggle, and...urrnnhh, here comes another wave....and another one...If I can just squirm, and move....it....the pressure....sort of settles in my hips.....and my arse......I.....I..... Uuuurrrrrfffffnnnnn!!!! Yes! Oh Yeeeesssss!!! It's good! I can feel my hips turning outward and widening, and the pressure relieving as my bottom yields, and swells, and ripens. And its spread to my thighs too, I can feel them thickening and rounding out, just brushing together now, so smooth and soft.... Ah! The sensation of my new flesh, bouncing and jiggling behind me is thrilling somehow. It's so.....so...THERE. So gratuitously present. *giggle!* The guy behind me must be getting a great view! .... What's happening to me? Why did I enjoy that? (because my curves give me a new power) I can't understand what's going on in my head. I've got to get a grip. (Hmmmm, yes everyone will want to get a grip of me now. So delicious, so creamy, so good to grab and squeeze. I'll give them my beautiful body and in return powerful men will give me finery, status, security) No! Stop! I've never thought like that before. Why now? Damnit, this is turning me on. I've got a hard-on. Shit, look at that thing! I've never seen it so big, and hard. I can see it throbbing, but.... but....is it shrinking!? Yes it's definitely getting smaller! I can feel it's hardness pressing back into me like an invisible hand is driving it into my body. It's only a few inches long now, and there's a massive, growing, pain in my crotch! Oh god! Oh god! (Ahh, poor baby! You afwaid that your pathetic little willy isn't big enough to satisfy a weal woman?) Wait, why am I thinking that? Am I teasing myself? My mind must be affected to. What kind of cruel woman am I changing into? (Hahaha, Don't be so hard on yourself darling. I bet you just can't wait to meet her! A weakling little boy like you who's so apologetic for himself has probably never encountered a woman who wields her full feminine power. Really, you'll understand soon, it's just self preservation in this ruthless world..... Mmmmm... Feel that tension, between your legs? Ready to split? I don't think you're going to have to wait long!) Ah, yes I can feel it! My skin down there feels like paper. I can feel the space behind it. A mysterious labyrinth network winding up inside my body. So empty. So inviting. So much potential! Ummmm.... My cock is almost gone now. I can hardly even see it in the mirror. Oh, but I can see that little hood creeping over it. I feel snug....warm... I need to touch it. If I reach down, I can......just.....brush....OH! It's like electricity! It feels.....ooooooohhh...... The skin beneath is painfully thin and tight now, just waiting to...to.... ....rrrrrrrip! AH! It's beginning to come apart! To open up the glories of the virgin space behind. My vagina. My pussy. My cunt. The blood rushing into the sides now, causing them to ...mmmmm, swell into delicate lips and.... ahhhh, unfurl in pleasure. Moment by moment, millimetre by millimetre, my pussy lips are becoming so sensitive to the cool air. Oh, I've never felt that before! There's a breeze passing through the little triangular gap between my crotch and my thighs. It feels tingly and fresh! *giggle!* ... .... I'm a girl. I have a female reproductive system. Oh my! And it felt good. It FEELS good, but....God, I'm so embarrassed! It wasn't me! It wasn't me that enjoyed it. I've got to fight this. Got to resume searching for a way out....but....but.... ... ... I'll just keep looking at my body, just a little longer. It looks so nice...so curvy and delicious. I can't look away when it isn't even finished yet. My chest is still flat, and having seen those other girls in the line, I don't think it's likely to stay that way. Brace yourself. They'll be coming soon. ... ... Still waiting... Why hasn't it happened yet? Everything else is complete. Right from my dainty little toes to my luscious tresses. I look like a goddess, but.... Maybe I won't get any breasts? ... No, not likely, all the other girls got them... But maybe it's taking a long time because mine will be small. Oh,no! Pleeeaaasse don't make mine little ones! I want big titties like all the other girls!! It's so unfair! All the other girls have got them. Why not me? ... ... Hang on, why am I so desperate to have big boobs? This is messing with my head! I've got to try to resist as long as I can. I can do this. Mind over matter. Those aren't my thoughts. I don't get jealous of others. I'm not greedy. It's greed and looking down on others that got our society into the mess its in. That's what I was speaking on at the conference and that's what I've always believed. We shouldn't be taking all we can and chasing after temporary pleasures and status. We should all learn to live simply and be happy within ourselves for the different blessings life gives to each of us. ... Like these nice big fat nipples of mine. .... Mmmm, they're so sensitive when I touch them, and when I squeeze them gently between my long nails. Hang on, big nipples......? ... Errrmmmmmmffffnnnn!!! Uh! Oh yes, that feels good! Here they come! Here they come! Yesssssss!!! Bigger and bigger! So soft and round and.....*giggle!* so bouncy! My new titties feel heavy on my chest, but seem to defy gravity, rising so gracefully with an even and perfect sweep out from my chest. Hefting them in my hand, I have to spread my fingers wide to prevent them from spilling over. Oooo...look how they bounce and jiggle when I let them go; so playful, so unnecessarily full of joy; Two great swells of flesh, gently and teasingly pressing up against each other over my chest. Oh, wow! They look as amazing in the mirror as they feel. So full, so feminine, a focal point even amongst the rarified surrounds of this fabulous body of mine. ... So this is it. I'm a woman. Looking into the mirror I see a tall, subtly tanned woman with a naturally curvy yet toned body; long legs running down from delicious thighs all the way to delicate ankles; breasts just the right side of natural in size; and my face; I have the face of a goddess; elegant cheekbones, full sensuous lips and enormous eyes, mysterious and dark to match the thick luxuriant hair tumbling across my shoulders and down my back. My beauty makes me feel powerful, almost noble.... ... ...at least I might feel like that if it wasn't for the humiliation of the gentle bounce of my breasts as I move along the conveyor belt. No matter how much my perfect body makes me feel superior, I'll always be at the mercy of any strong man who wants to use his strength against me. God, I feel so vulnerable! ... It's over.... And I'm still me. They seem to have implanted into me an enjoyment, even a love, of my female body, but my thoughts are still my own. I still want to escape; To bring to justice those responsible for this infringement of my person. No matter how good this feels, they can't just do this to us! So I better start thinking of what I can do. Look around and see if there's any way of getting help. Look away from the mirror. ... Away, from, the mirror.... Just a little longer....mmmm....I look so beautiful..... .... OK, that's enough. Right, looking away now. ... So I'm in the second line now. I can see the first row still bringing in more people, each held by their shoulders, some with their heads hung low, some looking around in panic. There's every kind of person you can imagine; men and women, young and old, all ethnicities, well groomed and scruffy. I should try to communicate, warn them of what's coming. Maybe with more warning one of them can find a way out and save us all. Mmmmm... Do I really want saving....?.... Sort yourself out! Of course you do! "H----------!" No still can't speak. OK, I'll wave to get their attention then. ... Most of them seem lost in their own world, paying no attention to me. But there! Yes I think that guy is looking at me. What can I communicate with just my hands! Me. Was like you. Your line. Curves round. Then you get a pussy, like this and boobs, like these. ... Hmmm... I don't think he's quite understood. I suppose I did just point at him then me, then my lady bits. Probably shouldn't be surprised that he's grinning and winking at me. Then again, you'd think that in his situation he might have more pressing things on his mind. Ugh! Men! Now he's blowing kisses at me. He must really fancy me. I can feel him exploring with his eyes over my tight little waist, my generous legs and bountiful breasts. Mmmmm that's a nice feeling. To be desired. To have this strong man under my spell. And no surprise really. He has seen my body after all. Men are so weak- willed and predictable. ... Judging from his hair and teeth though I'd say that this guy doesn't have much to offer me in return. Looks like a loser. A pathetic, poor little man. He can't afford a goddess like me. I shouldn't even dignify his advances with my acknowledgement. I'm looking away now nothing-boy. ... Oh look, the mirror in front of me has gone. Humph! I can't look at my gorgeous body any more now. But I can see the girl in front for the first time. Wow, she is quite something! Not truly beautiful like me of course, but quite the epitome of a particular archetype. No subtlety at all though, all big blonde hair tickling at her cartoonishly massive arse and thighs. Her waist is probably almost as slim as mine, and even from behind I can see that her boobs are huge, great globes, twice as wide between them as her torso, bouncing along comically as the belt continues on. Ha! The big strong alpha-male she used to be must be furious! She's the kind of girl I would have expected that pathetic bloke in the other line to be falling over himself for... And yet he looked at me instead. Well, I suppose even the ordinary folk can have good taste. Shame for them that I have taste too. And standards. If a girl wants to get anything out of this life she's got to have standards. ... Wait? It's affecting my thoughts again. I don't write people off because they don't have money or good looks. I don't delight in other people's misfortune. Damnit! I don't consider whether a man would make a good partner! Seems like I'm going to have to work harder to fight off these mental changes. I can still do it though. I'm still in control; It's just momentary lapses. I'm sure that when I manage to escape all of this can be reversed. .... Can't it? ... Ah! I've been so engrossed in my own thoughts that I haven't even noticed that there's a third row now, coming back towards me on the other side. A third row! So even more changes!? Now, what's going on here. Still females. I think I recognise them from last time I saw the front of the line, but now they're dressed. At least partially! This first one is in a skimpy bra and knicker combo, kind of like undersized teenage garments stretched over her womanly body. The second girl, the Asian one, she's in a cute little secretary's outfit and the blonde that follows is squeezed into the tightest little cocktail dress. One thing in common though. They're all wearing some or other shade of pink. Maybe it's a house colour? Some kind of signature? ... Hmmm...If they have a house colour then maybe this is a service that they're promoting to people. Maybe all these people are clients?!! Could it be that everyone here signed up to this? They probably read a pink brochure and signed a pink form, both emblazoned with the company's pink logo. Well I certainly didn't sign up to this. Maybe I somehow got selected by mistake! Maybe they picked me up with the guy who was also at the conference? That would mean that when it's done, I can just tell them their mistake and they'll reverse it! Maybe? Yes, surely that's more likely than some evil bastards transforming people against their will? ... Surely. ... Maybe. .... Ah, there! I can see another archway. Must be the start of the third line. And by leaning over to look past the barbie doll in front of me I can see my line getting shorter. OK, so here we go: Get some clothes, travel down the last line, and then reach the end, tell them the mistake and it all gets put back to normal. Just a couple of people in front of me now. Oh, I think that blonde woman coming through the arch now used to be the anarchist guy with the dreadlocks. Funny that he'd enter into a programme to become such a mainstream looking woman. Maybe he just really wanted a change. Hmmm...I wouldn't have thought he'd have the money to pay any service for something like this......I.... Oh. That is a remarkably flouncy petticoat working its way up his legs. All those pink ruffles really don't look like his kind of choice. And judging from her face, she really wasn't expecting that 1950's housewife dress that's now coming down over her body either. That massive pink bow around the middle is probably not the choice of an anti-establishment campaigner. ... This isn't a choice for anyone here. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm not going to get out of this. I'm not...and, my boobs are swaying from side to side... I'm turning again! Moving up to the third line. ... The big-titted blonde in front of me is just passing through the archway now....And I can see a little pink bikini thong arising out of the floor and passing up over her legs. Wow, somehow the little string sides make her arse look even bigger! Most of the garment is up between her bumcheeks; I can hardly see any fabric at all. Oh, now what's that? I can feel something tickling at my feet. I can't quite look down well enough to see. Now it's climbing past my ankles. It tickles! But it feels nice, soft and silky and so light. I can feel hems brushing my skin as they come into place around the top of my thighs. Oh! Hee! Hee! That's a little cold against my pussy! I've never felt anything cup it like that before. I can feel the fabric slide against my sensitive lips when I make even the slightest movement. It almost makes me feel more naked than before, drawing attention to it like that. I can feel the fabric hugging closely the soft mounds of my bottom and diving down into the valley between. ... I bet they're so beautiful. Without a mirror I can't see clearly, but If I just reach around a bit, and move my boobs out of the way.... ...Yes, I can get a fairly good view. Oh, they really are very pretty indeed. The front is made up of three panels: a middle panel of cool pink satin flanked by two panels of lace, each of which angles away from a central point at the front of the waistband Hee hee! I feel so sexy running my long nailed finger along the inside of my girly panties. Oh, um! That's cute! There's a little triangular opening between the two lace panels, the horizontal base of the triangle formed by the edge of the pink satin. It's scandalously low! *giggle!*; the hood of my little clitoris is less than an inch below the triangle of skin showing through the window. I feel like such a tease! Ah, right. I can feel something else making it's way up my legs. What is that? It feels almost like a second set of panties. But....oh, I think it's a garter. Yes, here it is, I can see it now; pink satin with black lace trim to match the knickers. It's quite funny the way it just travels over my skin like that, seemingly on it's own. There's so much technology here that is beyond anything I've ever seen. These people must be so powerful. They can probably do anything they want.... mmmmm... *gasp* Is that thought turning me on? Ummmm.... Yes I can feel myself getting warm down there. But I should be shocked, fearful at what they might do to me....ahhhhh!....fearful, yes, because I'm helpless in the face of such MAGNIFICENT power!!; They can have anything they want, and they want me.....MMMmmmm.... I feel all warm and damp... ... Pull yourself together! This is wrong. What's happening is wrong. What they're doing is wrong and what I'm thinking is wrong. Now, what's going on. The garter is in place, and now I can feel something else on my legs. Must be stockings. Yes, they're so light; so close to my skin. Ah! I never knew that the back of my knees would be so sensitive. They're all the way up now. Oh, that's kind of creepy, the way that the straps from my garter belt just attached themselves to the stockings. It's like this clothing has a mind of its own or something. That makes me feel weird. I want to get it off! ... ... Why won't it budge? It feels so light and insubstantial. I can play with it, slip my fingers beneath it, but when I try to move it, it stays solid. Oh! And now there's something hanging in the air at chest level! Of course silly! No sexy lingerie is complete without a bra! It matches the rest of the set in pink satin with a black lace finish. I can feel it brushing over my large nipples and then lifting each breast. Such cleavage from this angle! I certainly never thought I would ever behold such a magnificent sight! Is there anything more luscious and over-abundant in the whole of nature? Wow, this bra sits so low on my breasts that I can hardly see the garment at all, just fringes of the finish fluttering just above my nipples. I am simply the sexiest of creatures. Perhaps the sexiest of all things. Ooops! *giggle!* Perhaps I spoke too soon! The shoes just ahead of me on the conveyor may just give me some competition: Hot pink to match my underwear, and with an strap for tying in a bow. Oh, I just have to wear them! And here they are! Right here, just for me. Someone must really love me! I bet if I just slip my foot into one then the strap will tie itself. Let's see... Ooooo Yes! There it goes. .... And the other one. Mmmm...They are just GORGEOUS! I feel fantastic! So beautiful. So femini... ... Woah! Stop once more sir! Damn, it's so hard to control these thoughts! My mind just wants what it wants. It's getting harder to even know what's my own natural thought, and what's new. I mean, the thoughts aren't really that far away from each other. I do love beautiful women. I love looking at their bodies... I love seeing them in sexy clothes... I love running my hands over their gorgeous curves, and inside my girly lingerie... feeling my long fingernails against taut skin...feeling the slinky, flimsy fabric just barely covering my most intimate parts.....the delight of how a new outfit shows off my figure in a new and exciting way.... .... Aaaaarrgh! Got to get a grip! I must try to focus. What are the facts? What do I know? Really very, very little. Someone or something is transforming a large number of people into a variety of gorgeous women. At least one other person in this situation was at the conference. I'm also experiencing some kind of psycho...losco....psycher....cyclolo...like, I'm thinking funny. That's about it. This must be so expensive. Someone with a lot of resources must be behind this. ..... He must be sooooo rich! I bet he like, owns his own island. ..... One more thing. We're all wearing sexy pink clothes. ... I still think it's a brand; A house colour. Like Tiffany Blue. But I saw that horribly filthy dreddy guy become all pretty, and he didn't like it. Maybe it's a service for someone else? Clients And we're the product. Oh shit! I'm being transformed to someone else's specifications. Made into a sexy woman for someone else. As are all of these other girls. Who might be the clients? Well, the girl in front is such a blonde bimbo clich?. So the client probably isn't sophis....sophis-tic-ated (Yeah, that's the right word isn't it? Wonder why I struggled with that...). Maybe a jock, or a bit of a geek. The naked girl next to me back in the second row is a proper Amazon type. A guy who wants to be dominated? Maybe a businessman looking to escape the pressure by giving someone else control? It's hard to tell though when the women I can see in the second row are all naked. The only thing to say is that they're mostly just so obvious; No elegance at all. I suppose they're attractive in a simple way.... ....but not truly beautiful like me. Not alluring and sophistich....sophie....um, classy, like me with my perfectly curves and deep mysterious eyes. Those brash naked girls don't have a thing on me. And the gap between them and me is only emphasised further by my beautiful lingerie. I know designed quality when I see it, and this must have been ever so expensive! It really does suit me so well, drawing the eye of the observer to my lovely waist and emphasising my long legs. Mmmm... yes; My body and expensive clothes: The perfect compliment! These shoes are sexy, but it is my body that makes them exquisite. Really, you know, the shoes are lucky to have me. Real beauty requires both natural gifts and style; it requires good taste and a mind that understands the art of seduction. These other girls might make men stare, but they wouldn't know how to really make him drool, make him beg. Not like I do. Give me a few thousand pounds and I can create a vision that would bring even the Dalai Lama completely under my spell. I'd have the Pope selling the Vatican's greatest treasures to fund my sprees at Cartier or Agent Provocateur. I know how to wear beautiful things. What pose to strike, how to look deep into the eyes of the man who spent their hard-earned cash to create in me their vision of perfection. I know how to remove clothes too; How to let a slinky dress fall from my shoulders; How to ease panties off my hips and down my long smooth legs. I know the expression on the face of the lucky man for who I'm putting on the show. Mmmmm... Oh yes, I know what it means to be watched, to be desired, to sense a room become humid with a man's lust for my body; for my lips; for my breasts, for my pussy... ... Ah, here comes yet another row, coming back towards me. The women seem now to be facing at 90 degrees to the direction of travel, and there's something else alongside them. Yes, a long mirror with a counter attached. Moving along beside the line of women and keeping pace with them. Wait....yes, of course, they're doing their make-up. Or at least they're trying to. Some of these girls clearly have no idea about the art of beauty. That first girl looks like such a slut! Like she'd put out for anyone. She's clearly over-plucked her eyebrows. It makes her look like a cheap whore. She needs to create an elegant arch, not a uniform line. Don't just start plucking willy-nilly!Oh, girl!; If you're not confident then use a pencil to define the shape first! Honestly, are some girls never taught how to do their make-up properly! And this next girl! Sure you look neat and tidy, but how about adding some glamour! You'll never get a man's attention like that. Use some mascara for god's sake! You know, Dior are doing a fantastic product that would be just right for your colouring. ... ... Stop....wait... I shouldn't know that much about cosmetics. I shouldn't know about women's clothes either...Or the art of seduction! Oh my! What was I thinking about! It felt so normal. The episodes are becoming longer....It's happening so much now.... how long was I thinking like that? .... Thinking like what? There's nothing wrong with a girl knowing how to make herself beautiful. It's perfectly natural for a woman to want to do her best to attract a man. ....no, that's not me... I'm losing control. I've got to find some way out. This may be my last chance before I lose my grip! Listen! The girls in the next row are giggling and talking. They're able to speak! And to move too I think! Maybe they'll help me. "A-------" Damn! "H--------------" I still can't talk. Oh! That one's looking in my direction. Help me! Help yourself! ... What are you saying? No, I don't want to borrow your lipstick! ... ...Though it is SUCH a gorgeous colour. So sexy and alluring. It would really complement my eyes. No man could resist my kiss...... .....no, that's not...... ... Not what? Why am I doubting myself? I'm not a doubter. I'm confident and I know what I want. I love being sexy. I love flirting, and seducing. So I used to be a man; So what? Why should that stop me enjoying who I am now? Maximising my sexuality is just my nature. I mean that's what girls like me have got in this world. Men are strong, powerful and rich, and us girls give them what they want in return for them using their power and money for our benefit. There's no point worrying about it. It's just the way of the world. ...and it feels delicious! *giggle!* ... Ooh! I'm starting to turn again! I can't wait to see the products they'll give me. I bet I can make myself even more beautiful; make myself even more sexy for the rich powerful man they have waiting for me! He won't know what's hit him! Here we go, just coming round into line now. Oh! My restraint has gone. Oh goody! I'll be able to do whatever I want. Now let's see what products they give me. .... Ah, yes, I've seen this foundation in Paris. A real gentleman requires his princess to have flawless skin. Yes...just building up the layers....There we go. Now, just the lightest touch of Chantecaille colour for the cheeks. .... Oh! A tap on the shoulder!..... "Oh hi there babe, sure, you just borrow anything you want.... Ooo yes that lipstick is really nice on you...." She has no idea how to apply it of course, but you've got to be encouraging to your neighbour, even if she does look like a complete bimbo. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Eye shadow. Mmmm...I love my dark mysterious eyes. They're so big that the gravity alone will make sure he'll never escape. Hee hee! Ooo I wonder what he'll be like. He'll probably be really tall and handsome. Only a handsome man would have the confidence to want to be with someone as eye catching as me. (How can he be CONFIDENT! He's fucking BUYING a woman......!!) Huh! That's a strange thought. I shouldn't question the qualities of my man. He wouldn't like it. ...Need to use a few different colours here to really get the right effect.... I wonder where he lives? It's so exciting! I'm sure he'll have excellent refined taste..... ....Though looking at the evidence before me he must be quite a boob man! giggle! "..... Oh no darling I wasn't laughing at you. You look great. I'm sure you look just like your man will want.... "I was just thinking that whoever's getting me must like breasts....Mmmm...Yes I suppose your man must too! Maybe even more!.....Can you just imagine it? Strong hands caressing gently them, tracing around your nipples..... .... "Well, yes, I can appreciate the idea of a good hard squeeze too.... Ha ha! Well this girl next to me is a slut, but she's quite a funny slut. I bet she's going to get absolutely rammed by some big, jovial rugby player or something. (Stop. Stop! This is not an amusing situation. Even if he treats me like a princess, this is still completely fucked up.....) But I kinda am a princess really. Just look at me! Not quite done yet though! ....Next, just a touch of pencil to help define the eyebrows... ...And on to the lips. ahhh...They're so soft and plump! The most sensual part of my face. The invitation...The promise... Ah, Chanel! Well, of course.... Just a light liner following that curve around.... ....And now the lipstick.... And a little sexy gloss to finish off. Mmmmmmwah! Gorgeous! Now, an eyelash curler. This looks a bit scary....but anything to look beautiful for my man. I know that he has paid a lot of money for me, and I'm going to make sure he gets his money's worth. "...What's that.....No thank you darling, I don't want to borrow any false eyelashes. I don't think he'd like it.......Oh, no, on you they look great......On you they work....." Mmmmm... mascara. Just a feathery touch. Oh, that makes such a difference. Fluttery, fluttery! Mmm-hmmm! Like a butterfly! *giggle!* .... A final look over. Yes, I look gorgeous. So sexy. It's so lovely to be beautiful and to be allowed to focus on that. When I was a man I was so hung up on stupid peripheral stuff like intelligence and doing good. So boring! Right, I think I'm all ready. All I have to do now is wait. .... Oh, I can see the end of the line. The girls are stepping down and off behind a curtain. Eeeeee!! It's so close! I'm going to meet him! The man who wants me! The man who gave me all of this! I'll make sure he knows that I'm grateful. Oh, oh, but I've got to stay calm. Demure and sexy. That's what men want. That's what I can give him. Let me just try a few practice poses... ... .... Yes, yes, here we go...passing that curtain.... .... "Well hello sir" Mmmmm....he's so tall! And so handsome! He's taken my hand! I can feel his touch. He has a strong grip. Fransesca! He called me Fransesca! Of course, that IS my name, but to hear it from his lips; In his strong, cool voice.... I dare not ask his name. I cannot question this wonderful man in anything. He shall tell me when he's ready. (......Ah! Now, focus on the sound of my heels clicking on the floor. ....It's not normal....there's something wrong about it....It's strange...It's.....It's....) ........So sexy! An aural reminder of how I am made for beauty not practicality, and also a reminder of what he has done for me. Mmmm.... I feel his hand on my tiny waist as he ushers me into this lift. His hand is warm and large. I feel so small in comparison. Ooooo! He pressed the button for the penthouse! He must be so rich! I can see him looking down into my eyes. I am beheld. Seen, utterly. This man knows my innermost desires. I can't help but smile up at him. And he smiles back! Oh, when he smiles.......! The lift door is opening now....His apartment. .... ..... *gasp!* It takes my breath away. He's close behind me now. Experiencing my viewpoint as I gaze upon the luxury that he is bestowing upon me. I can feel his breath on my neck. I can hear him at my shoulder, taking in my feminine scent. .... "Yes, I love it" .... I would do anything he asks of me and he's asked me to walk to the balcony. I'll make sure to sway my hips as I walk. I'm sure that's what he wants. I will carefully plant each foot in front of the other. Mmm...If I can feel the bounce in my bottom, then I'm sure he can see it too! That couch is so beautiful. It's large and white. I know that sometime soon I'll feel his weight upon me as I lay upon that couch. Me, so small, captive beneath his great animal body......Mmmmm.. But for now he wishes me to go to the balcony.... Yes, here it is. "This view is incredible. It's beautiful." The sun is glinting off the sea below us. And in the harbour I can see a number of yachts. I wonder which is his? Tomorrow I will go and spend some of his delicious money to buy a dozen little bikinis to show off my body while tanning on the deck of that yacht. I can hear his footsteps behind me know. I will wait...and wait.... ...So as to twist, and turn my face to him at just the right moment. Aha! His eyes were transfixed upon my rear! Take possession of it darling! It is yours! I want to feel your hands on my soft body! His face comes near. Does my man wish to kiss me! Oh please! Let me offer you my lips.... Oh yes! Gently at first. Experience their full softness my darling. Mmmmm...yes! Now kiss me harder! One hand is on my hip, and the other brushing my face...Oh, it feels like heaven! I cannot ever remember having wanted this before, but surely I must have, deep inside. Surely, this feels like the end to years of yearning. Yearning for him, my provider... He will give me everything I want, and I will give in return. I can feel the bra that he purchased lifting and presenting my breasts for his sight. I can feel the panties that he placed upon my hips, softly falling away from my bottom under the touch of his hands. I can taste the lipstick that he provided coating my lips, as they kiss his own so deeply. And these are only the start of the beautiful things his money and power will give to me - And of what I will give to him. Aaahh! His hands are now between my thighs, rubbing softly up and down. I'm growing wet for him. I can feel my panties becoming damp and clinging to the lips of my pussy. I'll just unclip my garters from my stockings, so that he can remove my panties completely. Ah, yes! You know what you want baby, and I know how to give it to you. Oh, so you want my bra off as well? Of course, you may have anything you want. Any way that you want it. ... Mmmmmm...! His hands on my tits! Gently following the contour with his fingertips and then working his way in to circle my big, nipples. I can feel them hardening under his touch. Oh! Yes that feels good! Pinch them again! Take them for your own playthings. Ah, your body is so hard as I reach around behind me to grab you! You're so strong, and so big, and so rich! I don't care how you became these things. I don't care who you exploited to take such power. I just want you to take me now! Exploit me! Treat me like the gilded possession that I am. Yaaahhh!! His hand is on my clitoris now. Gently resting on the little hood. Making tiny little circles. Mmmmm, I can feel my little button flicking back and forth under his touch. Ah!, I can feel it growing and becoming harder, just as the lips below are unfurling, lubricating, ready to welcome his cock. Oh, it feels good! So good. So....So..... Aaaaaahhhh! Mmmmmm!!! Wave after wave crashing over my body. I'm cumming! Oh yes! And I've not even felt his dick yet..... ... Ah, yes, now, there it is. I can feel it's hardness against the softness of my bottom. Still inches from my slit, sliding slowly between my buttocks and now just resting at the entrance to my vagina. He's such a tease! Just moving it up and down my moist lips. Come on! "Fuck me! FUCK ME!!" Ah! Is that it! I can feel myself being penetrated....but....no that's his thumb, reaching up inside.....and around.... and "Ooooooooohhhhh!!!!" I had heard of the G-spot, but never thought I'd experience it! Mmmmm....Yes, keep going.....Hi thumb pressing my g-spot from inside and his fingers massaging my clit on the outside, all the time while his other hand squeezes my massive tits. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Baaaabyyyy!!!! Oh! Oh! Oh! YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!" .... Ah! And now he's really up inside me! It's so warm! And big! I can feel myself stretching, opening up to accommodate my man's huge dick!!! Yes, hold me tight my love. I love your big hands pinning my tiny waist. I can feel my pussy clenching around his dick. Mmmmm... Now he's slowly withdrawing, but I know he'll press back in. Aaahhhh! Yes. I can take it all baby. Drive it home. My pussy wants you. It's made for you. Mmmm...Faster now. I love how he takes control; Uses me for his pleasure. I can feel my bottom bouncing as he thrusts into me. So powerful. Mmmm, yes, again and again. AH! AH! AH! AH! Oh, baby, do you like my big tits bouncing for you as you fuck me? Do you? Mmmm, yeah you do. That's it, take them in your big hands as you ram me from behind. Oh yes! Oh yes! That's it. "Do what you want with me baby. I'm your fucktoy. I'm your cockslut. Yes! Yes! YESSS!!! YEEESSSS!!!!" Ahh! He's cumming! Oh yeah honey. Fill me up with your seed. I can feel hot jets gushing up inside me. I'm his. I'm his. Forever. THE END