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DANCING GIRL (Variations on a Transvestite Fantasy) by "C.C." The First Variation... One can only hibernate with a Computer so long. Even a new program gets tiring. You decided you felt like Mediterranean Food that evening. Or maybe it wasn't so much the Food as the exotic Belly Dancer advertised at the Restaurant! You'd been interested in that sort of dancing ever since your trip to Athens, years ago, and tonight somehow you felt an irresistible impulse to see some again. The food turned out to be delicious, and the Dancer was great, but her costume was what really caught your eye: All Silks and Spangles, even in her dark hair, shimmering across her soft dark shoulders, like a picture from the Arabian Nights! Her twirling, sensuous movements in the flashing lights were almost hypnotic. So you got into the habit of eating there on quiet nights, early in the week, became a Regular. And after a few months, your Alter Ego decided to go instead! Anna: That's your Alter Ego. She can be an attractive little package, since your short height and slender build lend themselves to female garb. Properly attired, coiffed and made up, Anna gets a lot of attention. Maybe that was your downfall! You-as-Anna enjoyed the Restaurant quite as much as your Male Self did. So in short order, "She" started getting equal time at the Restaurant: You-in-male-attire would go on a dull night like Monday, but you-as-Anna got a fun night like Friday! Then things got interesting. One Friday evening, after her number, the Dancer stopped by your table and asked you -- Anna! -- to come to her Dressing Room for Coffee! Well what's a girl to do? You were apprehensive about it, but the lure of getting special attention from this exotically clad vision was too strong to fight; Even if it was just for a girl-to-girl chat, the idea of getting closer to all those soft silks drew you on irresistibly! Sasha, the Dancer, ushered You/Anna in and seated you on a pile of soft satin pillows in a small alcove off the Dressing Room. She was looking at you rather intently, you thought, but in the mirror you could see both of you: Sasha dark and exotic in her flowing silks and jewels, and you, smart-looking in a fashionable western dress-suit, your makeup elegant, your hair short but stylish, and looking every inch a sophisticated woman, and you felt much more secure. But then she gently explained that she had "read" you, and hastened to assure you that she found it flattering that you came and watched her so regularly and now came as your Alter Ego to pay homage! Despite her tone of reassurance, her words frightened you: Here you were in your best-silk dress, you'd spent extra time on your makeup and hairstyle before leaving... yet you'd been detected! And what did she mean by "pay homage"? Sasha laughed softly and told you not to get upset, as you hadn't given yourself away. She had come to notice your rather distinctive car in the Parking Lot, under the Security Lamp where you always parked, which was right outside her Dressing Room Window. A few nights ago, she'd seen You/Anna getting out of the car, and her feminine curiosity was intrigued! As the two of you talked, you slowly relaxed. Sasha was anxious to see to your comfort, arranging your pillows, filling your cup, acting almost... almost as if she were a Slave Girl and you her Mistress! You explained that although you were a successful computer programmer, with a well-ordered life-style, you had always enjoyed the feel of silks and the flash of jewelry. And somehow, as you grew more successful, you found your Alter Ego -- Anna -- emerging as an escape from your stuffy, structured life. Sasha commiserated with you and asked if you'd like to see her wardrobe close-up and possibly try on a couple of her outfits: Guess the answer! Well, she went on, if you were to join her at her place for a drink after the show, it might be fun! * Her wardrobe was everything a Harem Girl could ask for - plus a few kinky things some Sheik might love to put his women in! Sasha helped you into a beautiful dark blue silk Dance Costume with heavy gold embroidery. Gold High heels came next; You couldn't dance in them, but the way they emphasized your legs and made you strut your bottom worked wonders! She tried to put some jewels in your hair, but your sophisticated "do" was too short, so she fitted you out with a dark wig. When she was finally finished with the Wig, Jewelry and Performance Makeup, you saw yourself in the mirror and fell hopelessly in love! You looked ready for a Hollywood movie set with Ali Baba! You even tried a couple of Dance Moves that didn't come off very well since they made your wig slip, but Sasha found them amusing. It was Two AM by now, and to your vast disappointment, Sasha said she had some things to do in the morning and would have to call it a night. But as she was off next evening, would you like to return? And if you were going to return, would you like to wear the outfit home? Guess! Sasha put a long black robe and matching hood on you, and in the mirror you saw that you now looked like one of those nondescript women you see in documentaries about the middle east: quite a come-down! But you still felt the silks brushing your smooth legs, the long hair tickling your shoulders, and heard the faint tinkle of your gaudy jewelry as you took the tiny, mincing steps that were all your robe would allow. A light, teasing kiss from Sasha and you were off, hobbling out to your car and doing your best to drive home in your regalia. It was Morning before you got to sleep, and much later than that when you realized you'd left your elegant feminine street clothes with Sasha! The next evening started a fun time. When you got there, Sasha had a costume laid out for you, but she insisted on a fragrant bath first and asked if you minded a light skin dye to kill the Deathly White skin a Computer Operator gets; It wouldn't look like much more than a Vacation Tan, she said, and it would go so well with the silks... She was right! As you dried off, with a towel around your hair, you could see how this darker skin tone would look much better with the Arabian dress! The outfit Sasha helped you into wasn't as flashy as the-previous night's, but it felt just as good! And now, she announced, it was time to Work: You were going to learn to Dance like a Harem Girl! The next few hours were a totally different experience. You found muscles you never knew you had, and learned they could be stretched in ways never imagined! Your respect for Sasha grew as you learned what it took to Dance and Move with her grace. Towards the end of the evening, Sasha slacked off the training, and the two of you relaxed on piles of silk cushions and chatted over coffee. Lounging there, in luxurious silks, looking over at a sultry package, darkly tanned, well-endowed, with long dark hair framing a regal face, turned you on terribly, but something in Sasha's manner told you this wasn't the time, so you merely smiled and squirmed to hide your erection. Sasha asked a few general questions about how you felt, etc. but the final one was: Would you like to learn how to Dance, Move and Act just like her? Well enough so that you could even understudy for her? This took a few (a very few!) seconds to answer, as you didn't really have much in the way of Outside Activities going, and you did your Computer Work at home, through phone, mail and modem. Yes, it might be a lot of fun to learn Sasha's trade! She wanted only one thing in return, though: To learn your Computer Skills! She explained that Dancing was not highly paid, and a professional Dancer had no real security to fall back on, so she wanted a marketable talent, and since you were so obviously successful, she'd learn much more from you than she could at a Trade School. This seemed like a fair exchange, but Sasha reminded you it would be hard work and lots of it. She'd try to make you enjoy it, though, and suggested a Hot Bath to help you relax all those cramped muscles... plus a little more skin dye to bring you closer to her color! As you lay in the Tub, Sasha sat on the edge and started to map out what the two of you were going to do: The Exercise Routine and Dance Instruction you had already figured on, but now that you were relaxed, she said you'd have to let your hair grow out and style it for the Dance and dye it darker. And to get in the mood, Sasha said, you must assume the role of a Moslem woman, with proper humility and deference to men! This naturally made you question your decision; After all, all you wanted was to learn to dance like her! But Sasha reassured you that she was the only one you'd deal with, and she would be close to you at all times. She would be your teacher just as you'd be hers, but as you got into the role, she would also act as a Moslem Man to you, so that you could learn the full conduct of a Harem Girl and act properly. Well, it did sound interesting, and as Sasha toweled you dry, she suggested you stay the night (WOW!) in her Guest Room (Oh well). But when you saw the Guest Room, it took your breath away! It wasn't large, but if you liked Silks, this was IT! It gave the impression of a true Seraglio: mirrored walls hung with yards of soft fabric, floor piled deep with Persian rugs and huge pillows strewn about... Sasha went to a chest and got a thick mat and a thin silken coverlet for you to sleep on and under. Then she gave you a couple of "muscle relaxers" and "vitamins" to start. Another teasing Kiss Goodnight and you were alone to dream. Late the next morning, Sasha woke you and started the exercise routine before Tea and your bath. This morning, though, while you were in the tub, she had you put your head over the side so she could dye your hair jet-black. Once you were dry, she led you back to "your" Room and showed you how to work on your face to get, the exotic Eastern effect, then put you into an elaborate Harem outfit, which, she explained, you were to wear whenever you weren't working. Tomorrow, the two of you would go back to your place to begin the Computer Instruction, but today you were to stay in your room and listen to tapes of Arabic Music with subliminal Language Lessons. The Afternoon brought a change to another thrilling silk Dance Costume and instruction in some basic steps and movements, plus more exercises, but that evening Sasha had to go to work, so she gave you your vitamins and muscle relaxers and told you to go home, catch up on your own work, and she would visit you at Noon the next day. The stylish Western Female attire you'd worn over last night was nowhere in sight, so once again, almost without knowing it, you found yourself driving home in Harem Costume! Only this time, you had no all-concealing robe, and it was much earlier in the evening, so you spent several anxious moments sneaking up the Service Stairs and scampering down the Hall to get in your apartment without being seen! But once inside, and dressed again in Male Clothing, you felt incredibly, overwhelmingly DRAB! Nothing seemed to fit right, and even your most challenging computer programs bored you stiff. With an effort, you caught up on your work at last, then put on your favorite gown. But it was all wrong for your color now, and somehow it didn't excite you the way Sasha's silks had. Time to think. And the decision you made at last was to do anything you had to to stay with or close to Sasha. You would give yourself to her, teach her all she wanted, learn everything you could from her, and hope she'd take you, to do with as she wished! You were ready when she showed up at the stroke of Noon the next day; Hell, you'd been ready for hours! Dressed in the exotic Harem Costume you'd worn home, you opened the door for Sasha, ushered her to a chair, then, when she sat, sank submissively to your knees in front of her and told her of your decision. Her answer was to lift you, pull you close, and reward you with a long, passionate kiss that had your manhood straining feverishly in the tight silk panties! Then she calmly told you what would happen: You were now a Moslem Woman and would behave as such. You would teach her your programming skills while kneeling beside her work chair. Three hours a day would be allotted to this, but to break up the time, you would practice exercises and dance steps as she worked. Then there would be the figure and motion training: You would wear a Corset day and night to trim your waist, and hobbles on your wrists, knees and ankles to restrict your movements to dainty feminine ones as you went through the daily chores of cleaning both apartments. You found this incredibly demanding at first, but as time passed and Sasha learned more of your Computer Trade, she was able to take over a larger and larger part of your Business -- leaving you to learn hers! Soon Sasha had you working at your new role every moment, giving you no time to think: just do! As the two of you worked on perfecting you, she took photos of you both dressed alike, to see how much you were starting to look like her. As the weeks went by, you found yourself adapting more and more to your new personality. Sasha also had you increase the dye in your bath, so that now you were as dark as she. And with your hair growing out, the two of you looked like sisters. Twins almost.... but not quite! Yes, this new life had been, terribly exciting to you sexually, but Sasha teasingly refused you intimacy with her, telling you that as a Moslem Woman, you should be having fantasies about handsome dark men, not lesbian dreams about her! To reinforce this, she now spanked you smartly on your pert little bottom whenever your excitement betrayed your true sex, so you were truly on the horns of a dilemma: Despite your increasingly feminine appearance and mannerisms, you were still very much a man, with a man's desires and attraction for the female sex in general and Sasha in particular. You enjoyed your erections and wished Sasha would too... but every time you got one and showed your sexual longing for this tanned tease, she spanked you for it! To relieve matters, you would occasionally sneak off and bring yourself to climax with a scrap of silk or a pair of panties still warm from Sasha's body, but you found this terribly juvenile and humiliating, so you didn't do it often, and the result was more spankings from Sasha! Finally, though, she announced that she had a solution for your problems: You were going to visit a Specialist for some "cosmetic changes!" To give the Specialist more of an idea of what was required, the two of you dressed identically, in Harem Girl outfits, with the same makeup and hairstyle. Long black cloaks covered you for your trip to the Specialist. When you got there, you found the place looked something like a Boutique or Beauty Parlor, but just as much like a Doctor's Office! The female Specialist took minute measurements for comparison purposes, then had you sign a paper stating that you wanted to look exactly like Sasha. Once this was done, you were laid out on an examining table. Sasha gave you a kiss and held your hand. Then you felt the prick of the needle. You slowly awakened in your room at Sasha's apartment. You were lying on cushions in the middle of the floor, still wearing the Dance costume. As you moved, you could feel your breasts move in the silken bra. Your BREASTS!?!?!? Your exclamation of surprise brought Sasha in as you got to your feet. In the mirrored walls, you saw two Harem Girls, twins, but you couldn't tell them apart! Sasha smiled appraisingly at your twin peaks and casually informed you that tonight would be "Our debut!" She said her plan to show how well you had understudied her was for her to dance the First part of the show and you the Middle. When you exited, she would come back out for the Finale, and no one would know there were two of you! Suddenly you began to fear that all this had gone too far too fast. You wanted out, and you told Sasha so, bitterly protesting that you'd never expected to be stuck with Breasts! Then Sasha showed you the rest of your transformation: Your male privates had been tucked back behind a flesh-like false pussy that was grafted over your skin! You were still male underneath, but no inspection short of surgery would show it -- and there was no way to get the false pussy off without the help of Sasha's specialist ... whose name you didn't even know! She made it clear now that the only way for you to ever get your male privates free was to go along with her, and -- if you did a good job -- she'd consider releasing your sex... "If you still want it!" she teased! You didn't like the idea, but there was clearly no choice. When it came time to leave, Sasha said she wanted to ensure that no one suspected there were two of you going to the Club, and produced a largish trunk with a padded interior and restraining straps! She knew it would fit you, she said, because she'd modeled for it herself! Well that may be so, but she must have modeled it awfully snug, because you felt terribly cramped and confined 'in there, once she'd strapped you in and fastened down the top! You were bent up in there with legs bent, your head between your knees, and your arms folded into the small of your back! Someone came for the Trunk now, and you realized fearfully that they might be taking you anyplace! So it was with considerable relief when the bouncing finally stopped and Sasha released you that you saw you were in her Dressing Room where all this had started! When she was called for the first number, you hid in the closet to await her return. It seemed like ages, but at last you heard the music, swelling to its climax and she returned, breathless and panting. A quick kiss for luck and before you knew it you were out there! Twisting, flashing, undulating and prancing before the crowd, your silks flowing across you like a bold caress as you moved in time to the exotic music! It went like a Dream. Even the hired waiter applauded at the end! When you ran back to the Dressing Room, Sasha was waiting and ready to rush back out for the Finale. And when you heard the applause at the end, you knew you had succeeded! Then Sasha was back in the Dressing Room, giving you a hot, passionate kiss of Triumph! Your reflections in the mirror looked like some baroque intertwining pattern of silk, jewelry, and female anatomy; you couldn't even tell which of you was which! And then it was back in the Trunk, to be smuggled out of the Restaurant and back to .... your Apartment! The place seemed subtly different somehow, but Sasha gave you no time to think about it. She was all over you, kissing your neck, teasing your breasts, rubbing her dark, silk-clad limbs over your own until you positively ached with frustration! She asked smilingly if you still wanted sex with her, and you insisted that you just had to! She laughingly consented, but then, to your dismay, told you that the false pussy over your male organs couldn't be removed until tomorrow! For tonight, she went on, you would have to pleasure her as lonely wives did each other in the Harem, and if you did a good job...." well, we'll see!" So you spent hours that night, bringing your smiling mistress to repeated orgasms! She made you work at it, too, massaging her with scented oils, working her over with your hands, legs, breasts and especially your tongue until she positively purred with satisfaction and you were nearly in tears of frustration! The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was Sasha caressing you in her arms and whispering sweetly, "Now you can be me!" It was late morning when you woke. Sasha stood over you, saying that as she was now "-Ann'-, and you were "Sasha", you would need the entire afternoon to bathe and dress for a Special Event that evening. You'd be dancing again, she said, at a Party. But you were to show up as a Slave Girl before dancing, dressed in special jewelry, so get cracking! She was going to take care of some things, but when she returned at Seven, she wanted to see Sasha dressed in her best and most elaborate costume, with as much jewelry as she could wear! Then she left. It was an odd afternoon. First the long, leisurely bath, the hair rinse, perfume and makeup. You wanted to put on one of your old masculine robes to relax in while your hair dried, but when you looked in your closets, all you male things were gone! The only clothes left were those of your alter-ego, Anna... who was now Sasha! Or rather, you were now Sasha, weren't you? It made your pretty head spin! But you remembered you had work to do, and set to with a will. There was once again the old familiar joy of adorning yourself in silks, and the fun any girl has of putting on jewelry... even to stringing Pearls in your hair! After this, though, you put on the "special jewelry" Sasha (or was it Anna now?) had left out for you: It was a golden set of wrist-and- ankle-cuffs, connected by delicate chains set with jewels and tiny bells! They were very pretty, of course, and very Harem-Girl-ish, but they were still chains of slavery, and it was with a very funny feeling that you clicked them on. The view from the mirror was straight out of THE ARABIAN NIGHTS: a full- breasted, dark-skinned girl perched on 4" golden heels, wearing an almost transparent slit silk skirt, held up with a jeweled gold belt; bare abdomen with the traditional jewel in her navel; her breasts spilling out of gold-silk-and-sequined bra; ornate, jewel-set hairdo, and the face of a goddess: Sasha never looked better! On a whim, you decided to photograph yourself this way and went to your desk for film. Then you noticed something funny: All the old papers, contracts, checks and things with your male name on them were gone! Everything now had Anna's name! Just then, the door opened, but it wasn't Sasha who entered It was Anna! Or rather, the You of six months ago, wearing Anna's stylish dress suit, short hair, and-and somehow her skin was lighter! In the mirror, you could see once again the same reflection you had noticed months ago, at Your first encounter in Sasha's dressing room: The smart-looking Western Woman and the Eastern Harem Girl -- but completely reversed! YOU were Sasha and SHE was Anna! "Why so surprised?" Her voice had lost all trace of accent, "You wanted to be a Dancing Girl; well now you are!" The reversal was complete: Anna was now the Mistress and Sasha the dancing Slave Girl, anxious to attend her mistress' comfort. Anna fixed drinks while you got your Cloak. She handed you a goblet and toasted you with hers - "to Dreams Come True!" After the Toast, she commanded you to remain silent until ordered to speak. Then she put the cloak on you (you couldn't do it yourself with your wrists chained!) and you left for the Party and your first Solo Performance! The first shock was when you got there, it wasn't a Private Club, but the Ahkmarti Embassy! Anna showed a Pass to the guard at the gate and drove up to the door. As she helped you out of the car in your tight robe and hampering chains, and fixed your veil, she asked how it felt, living out your Dancing Girl Fantasy and seeing all your Dreams come True. You started to tell her that you had no idea things would ever go this far, that you'd always planned on reverting to your Male Identity again, and most of all that her' months of teasing and frustrating your basic masculine desires had left you quivering with Need! But when you opened your mouth to say all this, nothing came out! You couldn't speak... couldn't make a sound! What was in that Drink???' Anna merely smiled and, said that enforced Silence would help Sasha (You!) keep up her disguise. You were going through the Main Entrance now, and as a uniformed Guard approached, Anna took off your Robe, leaving you cowering in your Dancer's Scanties in front of the Hulking Brute. She spoke a few words in Arabic and handed him a Passport. He glanced at it, then took you roughly by one arm and put his own handcuffs on you! "Curious, Sasha?" Anna asked, smiling, "Well, you've been so sweet through all this, I guess I do owe you an explanation.., and the Guard here doesn't speak English! "My Green Card expired Last Year! Since then, I've been trying everything to avoid Deportation, but it was no use. Then you came along. I'm going to enjoy myself in your place... Have fun in mine!" The Second Variation... - A simple thing can lead to some difficult situations: Like your interest in Eastern-Style "Belly" Dancing! It started back when you were in the Eastern Mediterranean doing sensitive Communications Work. There wasn't much to occupy your mind &n the long off-hours over there, but the gaily-dressed Dancing Girls in the local cafes caught your interest, and the pastime of dining where that was the featured entertainment became a habit with you. You couldn't do much beyond Looking, because of your work, but after you got back to the States, Dining at a Lebanese Restaurant where there was Eastern Dancing got to be your favorite way of spending an evening. After a time, though, your Alter Ego put a hand in, and along with your "dressing" at home, decided "she" wanted to start going out! "Anna", your secret feminine side, isn't bad looking: 5'6", 143 lbs and deeply tanned (another bad habit from the Med'!) Dressed properly, with her hair subtly styled and a little tasteful jewelry, she can be a very fetching sight indeed, and though you've often worried about being discovered in your "Anna" role, which would mean Disaster at Work, you know deep down that no one could ever recognize you once you're transformed. "She" knows it too! That's why she decided it'd be perfectly safe for you to go to your favorite restaurant en femme. You argued with yourself, of course, balked and backed out dozens of times, but you knew your Alter Ego always got its way eventually... It was a delightful evening - - maybe more than normal! Ahmad, the Owner gave You-as-Anna a better table than usual to see the show, and it almost seemed that the Dancer spent more time undulating around your table than any other! Oh, but she looked great in her flowing silks and flashing jewels, as she twisted and spun about, flashing you a special secret smile! Later that evening, you returned in your Male Attire, but-it was almost an insult to your Real Self: You only got a back table and poor service, and the Dancer never even came near you! This naturally caused a lot of internal bickering with yourself on the way home. "Anna" got in a few points, and by the time you went to bed it was decided: "She" was going back there tomorrow night! You couldn't have had a better time. The Owner showed you to the best stage-side table, the service was impeccable, and the Dancer seemed to put the Show on just for You-as-Anna! The silks, jewels and flashing lights, combined with the twisting movements of the Dance, seemed almost hypnotic. By the time you left, all you could think about was the sinuous writhing of the Dancer in costume of brightly-colored swishing silks! But the next afternoon brought a disturbing surprise: A private Messenger with a Parcel--and the return address was the Restaurant Logo! A chill of embarrassment and fear shot through you from toes to cheeks as you mechanically took the Parcel and signed for it. Why were they sending you this? What was it? And -- scariest of all -- had they discovered your Secret? Alone again, you tore open the package with considerable trepidation. And found inside an exact duplicate of the Dancer's Costume from last night! Immediately, Anna took over. Before you knew it, you had peeled out of your male clothing and donned the Dancer's exotic garb: Padded sequined brassiere, tight panties, flowing silk scarves and dainty satin slippers ... shiny bracelets on your arms, sparkling rings on your fingers and dangling from your ears.,.. The image in the mirror electrified you! Except for makeup and hairstyle, you were an exact duplicate of that fantastic Dancing Girl! But there was more in the Package! Just under the Costume was a short note, stating that you had been "read" at the Restaurant! Ahmad, the Owner, had seen you-as -Anna parking your car in your usual spot and put two-and-two together. The note went on to say that no one was put off by your little masquerade, but they were flattered that both sides of your Personality enjoyed the show so much. To return the compliment, you were invited to a small Dinner Party at Ahmad's Private Facility in a newly renovated building on the River Shore Line. You could bring your Male Clothes, Keys, Wallet and everything with you, and change if you wished... But please come in Costume! Folded beneath this note was the rest of the Outfit, a traditional Arab Woman's head-to-toe Cape and Face Veil. If you wore it, you'd have to take 'mincing, hobbled steps, and you couldn't even see your gold satin high heeled slippers; Just a hint of your dark eyes, with heavy makeup, was all that would be visible of you, so you'd need have no fear of being detected. There was another note below this: If Anna wished to accept the Invitation, you had only to call, and a limousine would pick you up... That evening at Seven, you waited, heart pounding, for the chauffeur's knock at your door. Dressed in that breathtakingly exotic costume, you surveyed yourself in the mirror. The padded brassiere was snug and strangely warm on your soft chest, but it gave the perfect illusion of feminine cleavage. The tight red panties outlined your round bottom saucily, and the flowing silks, trailing down from your gold-and-jewel belt, swept teasingly about your smooth legs, emphasized by the high- heeled gold slippers you wore. Your carefully-styled short hair swept thrillingly over your bare shoulders, framing your delicately made-up face. The illusion was perfect: A Dancing Harem Girl, right out of Arabian Legend! The Door Buzzer sounded and you almost jumped out of your skin; This was it! The dark-skinned chauffeur, resplendent in his Uniform, bowed respectfully as he entered and solicitously helped you into your Cloak, buttoning it tightly up your back'. It was more snug even than you'd thought--and it had no sleeves! You felt like you were hobbling around in a sheath or something as you watched the Chauffeur pick up the attach? case into which you'd packed your male things and you followed him as best you could out to the waiting limousine. But once seated and safety-buckled in the limo, you discovered another problem: That damn robe itched! It felt like scratchy Wool or Horsehair or something as you squirmed inside it, trying to find some comfort for your smooth body. But it was no use; With your arms and legs trapped inside there, you couldn't even loosen your Seat Belt! You tried calling to the Chauffeur, but he apparently couldn't hear you through the Glass Partition, and had the Intercom turned off. So there was nothing you could do but writhe and wiggle in agony the whole trip! At last, though, you reached an underground Parking Garage, practically deserted, and the Chauffeur parked near a Private Elevator and helped you out of the car. By now your skin was positively burning with discomfort, and your bra was so tight you thought you must be having an allergic reaction! You begged him to get this thing off Of you. He looked puzzled for a moment, as if his command of English wasn't up to this, and escorted you to the Elevator. You repeated yourself, trying to gesture in the tight confines of the itchy cloak. At last his eyes lighted in Understanding, and as you got on the Elevator, he stepped behind you and began undoing a Button. At last! But what's this??? He was reaching inside your cloak and-- and-and taking off your Brassiere! You wanted to say something, to protest somehow, as you felt your chest spring free of the too-tight garment, and your nipples chafe against the rough fabric of your cloak. But before you could speak, he had whipped the Bra out from under your cloak and was... was taking off your Panties and skirt! Now you really wiggled and squirmed and voiced angry protest. But it was no use. His strong hands tugged down on Everything in one smooth motion, and before you knew it, your garments were a Silken Puddle on the floor that he was wadding up in a tight ball and tucking inside his jacket. And just then the Elevator stopped and the door slid open. And you realized that you were facing in to the Elevator with the back of your Robe half open like a hospital gown! Immediately you straightened up, slid your hands behind you, grabbed the open sides of the cloak as best you could and pulled it shut. This had the effect of pulling the itchy fabric even tighter over your now-naked chest and legs, and you were close to tears of frustration as you spun about and stumbled off the elevator in your heels. You gasped in wonder. The whole floor of this huge warehouse had been turned into an ornate Palace Room! Thick rugs and soft cushions piled on marble floors. Baroque Pillars and Trim. Decorated Screens and Tapestries. Fountains and Pools. Low, delicately-carved tables. And over all, the soft aroma of fragrant incense. It was like something from a storybook! And Ahmad, from the Restaurant, stood before you, dressed in the manly silks of an Oriental Potentate! "Yussef!" He barked, "Present our Guest!" All at once, Yussef was behind you again, pulling the cloak clear off your smooth body! You squealed and clasped your hands over your privates, thankful that no one else was in the room, but still terribly embarrassed at being seen this way by the two men... and you so soft and ... and what's this? Your chest seemed to have swollen up into-into small but well-shaped breasts! Instinctively, you pulled up a forearm to cover them. Standing there like that, all feminine in nothing but Heels and Jewelry, you quickly explained to Ahmad about the Robe and the misunderstanding over your clothes. He smiled, nodded, commiserated over your poor irritated skin, and set about putting things right. "You shall be bathed, your skin soothed by my slave girls, and then allowed any costume you wish," He commanded. He clapped his hands, and suddenly you were surrounded by giggling dark- skinned slave girls, wearing nothing but thong-style bikini bottoms, high-heeled sandals, and "modest" veils over their lower faces. Their proud breasts and bouncing bottoms were completely exposed as they listened to a few commands from Ahmad, then hustled you off to .a distant part of the room, bringing the attach? case containing your male clothes. The area they took you to was like some luxurious Beauty Parlor, with soft pillows instead of chairs, a sunken pool of dark, perfumed liquid, and jars and bottles of everything imaginable. They quickly took your wig and heels and set about covering you from head to toe with soft, soothing cream. It felt so good, and so incredibly erotic to be ministered to by these nubile slaves that you began to forget your embarrassment and enjoyed their skillful hands all over your body. Once they had you covered in the glistening oil, they laid you out on a couch and while two of them painted your finger-and-toenails, a couple more played with your smallish breasts and giggled at their size. One of them raised her own voluptuous titties proudly. "You like?" She asked. When you nodded that they were very nice indeed, She straddled your body, picked up a jar of some different potion, and began rubbing it softly into your breasts. You felt-your malehood rise at the sensuousness of it all, and she tittered again as it pressed against her bare bottom, and wiggled her butt-cheek teasingly against your yearning shaft. With all this warm, erotic pleasuring, it scarcely seemed to matter that the stuff she rubbed in was making your breasts swell even more. You could always tie a bandeau over them and wear loose clothes when you went to work, you thought. And the hands and legs of this sexy creature atop you were sooo nice... She dismounted and drew you to your feet before a mirror to show off her work. You were a strange sight indeed! The oils had removed your makeup and they'd taken your wig, so from the neck up, you -looked like your old Male Self. But from there downwards, the picture was profoundly feminine, with smooth, glistening skin, round, bouncy breasts, shapely legs, a pert little bottom and..., and that Rampant Male Equipment looking so out-of place between your legs! The Slave Girls saw the incongruity too and laughed softly once more. One of them reached between your smooth legs from behind you, grasped the rigid tool and gently bent it down and back, between your soft thighs. You clamped your knees together to hold it in place, but as soon as you got a look at yourself in the Mirror, completely feminine and excitingly nude, it sprang up again, to the amusement of all! And the feel of it... sliding between your oiled thighs like that, almost made you Come right there in front of them! Suddenly there was a noise behind you. The girls squealed naughtily, covered their faces with their hands and ran for the Pool! You watched for a split-second, entranced by the sight of all those coffee-colored breasts and bottoms bouncing as they dove in the dark, perfumed liquid. Then you turned to see what had caused all this excited scampering. Ahmad had entered the room. And with him was Walter, your Male Secretary from Work! Instantly, you flung one hand sown over your crotch and the other over your face, to hide your identity, then turned and scampered pell-mell for the Pool! Both men laughed now at your bouncing assets, and Ahmad commented on how typical it was for an Eastern Girl to hide her face when the rest of her was butt-naked! You crouched there under the water as long as you could, trying desperately to hide yourself. Occasionally, you would peek out and see Ahmad and Walter chatting amicably, standing right next to the briefcase that held your clothes, keys and wallet! How you wished you could just grab it and get out of this awful mess! What was Walter doing here? Had he recognized you? Then Ahmad clapped his hands once more. The Slave Girls picked up hand towels from the side of the pool, and, holding them delicately over their faces, climbed out. Everyone looked at you expectantly. What to do??? Not wishing to call any more attention to yourself, you dunked two of the towels quickly in the dark, perfumed waters, then wrapped them around your face and head. Maybe Walter wouldn't recognize you now. Miserably, you tucked your limp manhood between your smooth legs and minced out of the pool, huddling among the other dark, feminine bodies to escape detection. Other dark bodies? With a gasp of shock you realized that that Pool was full of, Skin Dye! You'd turned yourself black! You wanted to weep with shame! How had this happened? This morning, you'd been a successful white male Executive, with a well-kept secret of cross- dressing. Now you were Buck Naked, Big-Breasted and Brown, shivering in fear as you crouched among tittering slave girls! But Ahmad seemed to sense your distress. He spoke a bit more to the leering Walter, then excused himself. Two silk-clad Serving Girls escorted Walter to the Dining Area, and Ahmad was able to talk to you at last. What a conversation! There you were, standing there trying to cover your feminine breasts and male privates with your hands as you stood nude and feminine before this smiling, well-dressed near-stranger and tried to explain your problem! Ahmad said that Walter was a friend of his son's and his presence here must be just an unfortunate coincidence. As to whether he had recognized you or not, Ahmad could not say. But he could say confidently that that Skin Dye would take a few weeks to wear off, so' you had best make some arrangements to take off Work for awhile! But what about the danger of having Walter recognize you? Ahmad had the answer: If you were, to let the other Slave Girls make up your face like theirs' and do something with your hair, then with your changed skin color, they could make you totally unrecognizable. Then, if you performed and served with them, in front of Walter and the other guests, he'd undoubtedly decide that if he'd thought that was You in the first place, he must be mistaken. You didn't want to do it. What you wanted was to grab your precious attach? case, put on your clothes and get the Hell out of there! But you realized that Ahmad was right: The sudden disappearance of a dubious Slave Girl would raise questions in Walter's mind and nurture suspicions that might be there already. Better by far to allay his doubts! So you once again put yourself in the hands of the giggling Slave Girls. They evened out the stain over your body and anointed you once again with fragrant oils that made your brown skin glisten! Then they worked on your eyes, cheeks, lips, with delicate brushes, painting your face in the traditional patterns of a Mid-East Houri. Finally, they went to work on your hair, artfully weaving longer, dark shiny strands in with your own, lacing strings of pearls through them, until your hair was as long, attractive -- and secure! -- as theirs! While they were doing all this, you called the Boss at home and made up some excuse about having to take the next few weeks off. He didn't like being bothered at home, and he cared even less for your feeble excuse, but he grudgingly allowed you the time, commenting that your Secretary could probably fill in! And now it was time for you and the girls to start serving the Dinner Guests. You were dressed once again in a lovely Dancer's Outfit of flowing blue silks, matching panties, jeweled bra (not padded this time!) high-heeled slippers and tons of sparkling, jingling, jewelry, and followed the other Slave Girls out to the Dining Area. Here you had to bring trays of steaming delicacies around to each guest. There must have been a dozen, evenly mixed between smartly dressed Westerners and resplendent Arabs, seated on cushions behind a long, low table. You scampered obediently to each one, feeling your silks brush teasingly across your smooth brown legs, and your dark breasts threatening to spill from the tight brassiere as you bent low to serve them. And then, as they dined, it was time for you girls to Dance! Fortunately for you, this was a free-style Dance, not a choreographed routine. Each girl went to part of the table and moved in time to the Music, doing whatever motions suited her. You had seen enough Belly Dancing to fake it yourself, and soon you were twisting and undulating with the music, swaying your lushly costumed body as the music played and the guests devoured you with their eyes. You just wished you hadn't ended up in front of Walter's part of the table! He and Ahmad's son seemed to take special delight in watching you, offering you bits of food that you had to kiss from their fingertips, and shouting for you to continue until you were absolutely exhausted! Trembling with fear and fatigue, you crept back behind the table, kneeling close to Ahmad for scant comfort, trying to keep out of sight of the other guests. But then Ahmad clapped his hands once more. The lights lowered, and a Red Spotlight appeared in the Center of the Room. The music started again, slower and more sensual now. Two Slave Girls came to the floor and began caressing each other. You felt yourself stiffen at the erotic sight as they kissed and fondled and removed each other's jewelled bras, flicking their nipples together. Their hands snaked under each other's flowing silks and began lowering panties. Then.... Then the Music Swelled as they turned to the audience and displayed erect penises! They were MEN!. But you scarcely had time to realize this before two other "girls" joined them and began repeating their act: There was the slow fondling, the sensuous stripping... and the same bizarre end! Penises! Now all four were moving together in erotic couplings as two more "girls" came out and started undressing! What was this? Desperately, you whispered to Ahmad to explain. He seemed surprised by the question. "But you did not know?" He asked, "This is a place where men who are partly women -- like yourself -come to display their passions with each other before my son and his friends! Have you not seen that no other guests seem as surprised as you? Come, it shall be your turn soon!" Shocked, you looked out at what the others were doing out there: Surely, they wouldn't expect you to do that!? But they did. Terrified at the thought of being discovered, horrified at the prospect of not "passing", you knew you had to go out there and pretend to be one of Them! And soon you were out there, passionately kissing Male Lips, fondling Male Titties, and lowering Male Panties! Desperately worried about not fitting in, you smiled, moved and handled everything Lovingly, doffing your bra and panties just like all the others. There was just one problem: They were all erect and you weren't! And they teased you about it mercilessly! One of them pinned your arms behind you while another held up your shrunken, limp genitals for all the guests to see and laugh at. Then they clamped a ring to the base of them, with a chain dangling from it, and led you about merrily in front of everyone before securing the chain to a ring in the floor, forcing you to your knees! Now they paraded their own massive displays in front of you, and you had to fondle each one respectfully, and kiss it lovingly as a sign of their Superiority. Not satisfied with this, some of them turned and made you lick their feminine asses to show your complete submission! And the guests loved it! To climax the act, the "girls" now shackled your wrists together behind you with tiny-but-strong gold chains. Then they pulled these up to your shoulder blades and wove your long, jeweled dark hair into them, so you had to keep your head bent painfully backwards and your arms achingly up at your shoulders, arching your back! Now they released your genital leash from the ring in the floor, but only so they could pass it between your legs, up between your brown bottom cheeks, and secure it to your wrist-cuffs, bending you back even more! They pulled you to your high-heeled feet then, and clamped dangling glittery earrings tightly on your bulging nipples, so they tinkled and sparkled with every move of your shamefully strutting brown breasts. And for the final touch: Knee Hobbles, making you take short, ass-swishing steps just to get around! And Get Around you did! The "girls" gleefully-removed your silks and spanked your bottom to make you parade about in front of all the guests, showing off your massive feminine titties and your ridiculously small male equipment, wiggling humiliatingly exposed in front of you! And it was in this condition that you were presented to Walter! He smiled a smile that let you know he'd been onto you all along, and showed you videotapes of You-as-a-Male getting out of your Car and entering Ahmad's Club, and of You-as-Anna getting out of the Same car and going into the same Club! Then there was footage of your shameful entrance here, and close-ups of you being feminized by the Shemales. And to cap it off, a Video of your Performance! Walter put the video into your attach? case, along with your wallet, but he removed your male clothes and apartment keys and gave them to Ahmad's son, saying that you wouldn't need them ever again! Both young men exchanged Thank-You kisses. Then Walter put a ring in your nose with, a leash attached to it. As he led you around the room, he explained that as you apparently liked looking like a Harem Girl so much, he'd see to it that you'd get to act like one, serving him and his roommate at their apartment while he slowly took over your job! And if you didn't care for that, well, Ahmad's Son would be returning to the Old Country soon, and he'd need a suitable "wife"! Meanwhile, you could get to know Walter and his friends much much better! He began tugging you out with him, and you begged him to at least let you wear that terrible Cloak that had started all your problems: DON't make you walk around so shamefully naked and half-sexed for everyone to see! But he just smiled, tweaked your stiff nipples and toyed with your limp manhood, and said it'd be a shame to cover a body as lovely as yours. Then he tugged sharply on the Nose Ring, causing you to squeal with pain and scamper quickly after him. To your new life! THEND!