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EVELYN'S TV DANCE "Mr. Walters," Elaine said to me, "I want you to help me feminize my husband!" "Call me Walt." I tried not to look too surprised. It's not every day that the wife of a close business partner drops a bombshell like that on you. But then, I didn't get to the top of my profession by acting like a yokel. I went on as calmly as I could. "Just what is all this about, Elaine?" I asked. "Please don't question me about my reasons," She said. "My motives are very compelling but highly personal. I wouldn't try this if I hadn't put a lot of thought into it. I've even discussed it with Don's sister, and she's agreed to help me. We've planned the whole thing out and there's only one stumbling block: You!" "How so?" I asked. "After all, what Don does away from the office is his own business. If he were to dress up in women's clothes in his off- hours, I certainly wouldn't presume to interfere...." "That's just it," Elaine persisted, "the plan that Donna -- Don's sister -- and I worked out calls for her to temporarily replace him sometime in the future. Just to I show him how easy it is, you see. "I mean," she rushed on, "Don and Donna are almost twins and she's had the same education he has and everything. I know she could do Don's job and pass for him in front of strangers. There are only two people she couldn't fool, Walt: Me and you!" I could see her point. Don Osburne and I have been partners ever since we left College five years ago. Together, we built up a small but highly profitable company, and when Don got married two years ago, I was his best man. Don and I have had a close and -very-rewarding partnership over the years, and.... "I'll be glad to help you, Elaine," I smiled. "What can I do?" "It'll be largely a matter of ignoring things," Elaine gave me a look of relief and gratitude as she continued, "Over the weeks, Don will probably seem preoccupied. He may say or do strange things. Then, as the treatment reaches the advanced stage, his appearance may change slightly. His voice will rise, and you'll notice a certain femininity about him. That's when we'll replace him for a while with Donna. What we need for you to do is pretend not to notice. The only way we can work this is to convince Don that we're not changing him all that much, when we're actually transforming him into an incredibly feminine boy- girl, dependent on our every whim!" "Elaine," I said carefully, "the whole thing sounds pretty far-fetched, but if anyone can carry it off, you can. I'll help you, of course, but only on one condition. " "Name it." "Each week, I want you to call me at my apartment and fill me in on your progress," I said. "I want to know everything you do to Don and how he takes it. Is it a deal?" "Oh Walt." Elaine nodded her delighted agreement. "This is going to be such fun!" She left about Thirty Minutes before Don returned from his lunch break. Of course, I made no mention of her visit. Instead, I pretended to concentrate on paperwork, all the while thinking about what had led me to double-cross my life-long partner. True, Don and I had gotten along pretty well in the past. But lately, we'd had a sharp difference of opinion as to what course the Company should take. Don said that there were a lot of profits to be had from Diversification. I agreed, but argued that it would be foolish to channel our assets into ventures that might make our dividends less attractive, especially since we were doing so well at present. Over the months, this difference of opinion turned into a real conflict. Rumors started to reach me that Don was talking to stockholders behind my back, trying to influence the next Board of Directors meeting. There was even talk that he would try to have me eased out of the Company. So you can imagine the satisfaction I felt when Elaine came to me with her plan. This seemed like the perfect way to nip Don's scheme right in the bud. I couldn't help but smile just thinking about it. Don Osburne in skirts! Don spoke to me that evening as we were leaving the office. "Oh by the way," he said, "I may be late coming in Monday morning. My Sister lost her lease and we've agreed to put her up for a while. She's moving in with us this weekend, and I have to help her." "Hmm," I said, "makes me glad I'm still a bachelor! Won't it be a little awkward, having two women in the house?" "Not a bit. We've got plenty of room, and besides, Elaine and Donna have always been very good friends. In fact, it was Donna who introduced me to Elaine!" "Fancy that." I turned to leave so that Don wouldn't see my smile widen. "Well, lots of luck with the new guest!" Over the next week, I was mildly surprised by the change in Don. I had been expecting some difference, but nothing like what I saw! Don seemed tired, worn. His normally sharp, aggressive manner was replaced by a rather lackadaisical indifference. Thursday of that week, I caught him napping at his desk. And Friday he called in sick. Late Sunday afternoon, I was taking in a ball game when the phone rang. I flipped on the DVR so as not to miss anything and answered the call. "Walt?" the voice came over the wire. "Elaine here!" "Elaine!" I was glad to hear from her. "Whatever have you been doing to Don? He's like a different man!" "Sex, Walt!" Elaine giggled, "Sex is what we've been doing to Don. Donna and I started it the night she moved in. We told Don he deserved some reward for helping move all of Donna's stuff, and we asked him how he'd like to make love to two sexy women. He was tired, and he muttered something about Donna being his sister, but you should have seen his pecker stiffen when Donna and I started undressing each other!" My own rod was stiff just from hearing about all this. I listened eagerly as Elaine continued: "We were all over Don that night and all day Sunday. I think we tried every male-to-female position in the book and a few new ones. Donna and I both have nearly insatiable sex drives, and we worked Don over like real pro's, getting him aroused several times long after he thought he was done for the day. Would you believe that he actually fell asleep Sunday night with me straddling his chest and Donna sitting on his face?" "Wow!" I said, a little embarrassed by the childish expression, "What did you do?" "Oh, we just kissed each other and wriggled around until we came. Then we curled up with our pussies practically in his face all night. But that was just the beginning: "Don was so turned on by the two of us that he actually craved more and more sex all week. I guess we'd touched on some masculine hang-up or something. I mean, Don's still a young man, but it must have seemed pretty wild to him to feel as potent and horny as a teenager. Plus, I must admit, Donna and I put on quite a show for him. We wore our skirts and blouses very tight and picked out the sexiest undies and nightwear we could get. Also, we started kissing and caressing each other just a bit. That really lit Don's fire! I guess some men get turned on by Lesbian Action and it seems like Don's that way. Donna and I kept sort of flirting with each other, and I could tell by the way Don maneuvered around in bed that he really wanted to see us get it on! Finally he came out and asked us to make love to each other and we sprung the trap!" "The trap?" I asked, just to hear more of this exciting story. "That's right, Walt, and was it a Beauty!" Elaine snickered. "I put on a big scene about how I wanted to screw with Donna but I just couldn't get over my hang-ups. Donna acted sympathetic and said she could really get it on with me, but didn't want to push me into it. All the while we talked, Don just kept getting hornier and hornier. So I set out the bait: I said that maybe if Don looked a little more feminine, I could get used to making out with him that way and sort of lead up to Donna! "Don was a little uncertain, but Donna acted really enthused. She gushed on about how much she and Don resemble each other and what fun it would be to see if we could feminize him until no one could tell the difference. I could see that Don was very reluctant, but when I hinted that it might lead to some really wild action, he fell for it like two tons of books off a one-ton shelf! "In no time at all we had him in cute little black lace panties, a red satin corset with garter snaps, black silk hose and satin slippers. Donna put a wig on him and we had him strut around and pose while we took pictures. He looked so cute! It must have been Four in the Morning before we took our little She/Male into bed and screwed him silly!" "Umh, was that Wednesday ni-er- Thursday morning?" I asked. "How did you guess? Was he sleepy Thursday?" Elaine asked. "Oh well, never mind. Anyway, Thursday night we gave him more of the same and then made him promise to spend all day Friday and Saturday picking out a new wardrobe. We've had him modeling it for us practically all day today. Everything from evening gowns to nighties! We even 'conveniently' arranged it so that he was wearing a Maid's uniform when we broke for lunch, so it was natural that he should prepare the meal and wait on us. I can tell he doesn't like this at all, but I keep hinting about how it's getting me more and more turned on to Donna, so he goes along with it." "Tell me," I hesitated, "what are you going to do if Don insists on some -er-Lesbian Action?" Elaine giggled sexily. "I'll let you in on a little secret," She said, "Donna and I were lovers long before I ever met Don! That's one of the reasons why I married him. And one of the reasons why I'm doing this to him. When the time comes, Donna and I are going to throw off the wraps and go at each other like a couple of gay tigers!" She chuckled throatily, "But I have a plan to work it out so that Don won't like it a bit!" "Where is Don now, anyway?" I asked. "We got down to the Swim Suit modeling," Elaine explained, "and Donna and I told him he just didn't look right with all that masculine hair. Donna offered to shave his body and I thought that was a wonderful idea! Well, Don really balked at it, but we insisted, so he and Donna are upstairs now with some new depilatory. If you notice any change next week, just ignore it. We may try some shots on him and -- Oh dear! They're finished! Gotta run --'Bye!" And the line clicked dead. I returned to the ball game, but it had lost interest for me. I was intrigued and aroused by my conversation with Elaine and anxious to hear more. Sleep came late to me that night, after many hours of tossing and turning, wondering what devilish plans those two vixens had for Don. I watched Don closely over the next week, trying to conceal my interest. It seemed to me that he grew withdrawn, almost furtive. A sharp noise behind him would cause him to cast a quick, guilty glance over his shoulder. I also noted that he tended to put off meetings with tough customers or salesmen, delegating these things to his subordinates or to me, while he concentrated on paperwork. That Sunday I paced about nervously, waiting for Elaine's progress report. Finally, about Nine that night, the phone rang. "Elaine?" I asked eagerly. There was a faint noise of revelry in the background as her voice crackled over the wire. "Sure is, Walt! How've you been?" "Never mind me," I urged. "How's Don?" Elaine laughed heartily. "Probably more embarrassed and humiliated than he's ever been in his life!" Elaine said. "You wouldn't believe what he's -- but let me tell you what we did to him this week: "Last Sunday night, you know, we had Don modeling swimsuits for us. I must say that with all his body hair shaved off he looked incredibly feminine. His legs are all smooth and very shapely and his bare chest is just flabby enough to hint at feminine breasts. The pills we've been giving him are helping out in that department also. And he can make up his face beautifully now. You wouldn't believe how soft and demure his eyes look with false lashes and eyeliner. And his lips are so full and red! We've found a depilatory that keeps his beard off for just days and...but I'm probably boring you with all these details!" "Not a bit!" I protested. "Well anyway, suffice it to say that we've got Don looking like a rather sexy female. Sunday night, we drilled him intensely in feminine mannerisms and voice and then -- it came. What Donna and I had been waiting for finally happened!" "What's that?" I was hanging on her every word. "Don rebelled," Elaine said. We had him mincing about the bedroom in a pale pink baby doll nightie, black silk hose held up by pink garters, and the cutest pair of pink silk mules. Donna and I were shooting up rolls of film on him, and then he just stopped, looked in a mirror, and said he'd had enough. "I asked him what he meant. "'I mean this thing's gone too far!' he said. 'I wouldn't mind looking maybe a little feminine for you. but this --' He waved his hands to show off his girlish attire, '--This is just too much.'" "What did you do?" I asked Elaine. "Well," Elaine continued, "as I said, that was just what Donna and I had been waiting for. Donna called him a quitter and I -- well I really turned on the works! I broke into tears and accused him of toying with my emotions. First he'd tried to turn me into a lesbian, and now he was telling me not to change! And such an important change, too! I told him I felt used and degraded. That I wasn't sure I could even live with a man who'd betrayed me the way he had. "Well, you can imagine how much all this confused poor Don. The poor Dear just didn't know what to do, standing there in that sexy outfit, made up like a woman, with his wife and sister berating him like that. "And then Donna dropped the bombshell. She told me -- in front of Don -- that I should circulate the pictures of him in drag to all his friends and co-workers! Maybe even mail them to a Transvestite magazine. And then sue him for divorce. Donna and I could deny that we'd ever even considered becoming lesbians, and accuse him of trying to start an incestuous affair with her. With those pictures we had, we could probably take him for every cent he had and ruin his future in business. "Well you should have seen Don then. He literally begged us to give him another chance. He swore he'd do whatever we told him to, and that whatever we wanted sexually was fine with him. Can you imagine? The little Darling still thought he was going to participate in some lesbian action with us! "That's when we started putting the screws to him. We made him burn all his masculine underwear so that he could only wear feminine undergarments beneath his work clothes. We also got him to agree to continue his feminine training until we were satisfied with the results. And we made an iron-clad rule: No sex for our little she/male until we were good and ready for her! "Of course, Don agreed to everything, although he did look a little surprised when we locked the chastity belt on him --" "Chastity belt?" I interrupted. "You mean Don's been wearing a--?" "That's right," Elaine affirmed, "it's a tiny but strong device that Donna bought in New York when we hatched this scheme. You should see it! It's made of tough steel mesh covered with flesh-colored latex. Kind of like a reinforced jock strap. Don can go to the bathroom wearing it, if he sits down, but that's all. And it keeps his masculine equipment squeezed up into a terribly tiny pouch back between his legs.'" "I thought he was walking a little funny last week," I said. "What else did you do?" "Plenty!" Elaine giggled. "All this week we've been training him in all kinds of ultra-feminine mannerisms and teasing him about going to work in women's undies! And we've introduced him to bondage and spankings! "You have been busy!" I marveled. "How did you ever do it?" "Donna told Don that he wasn't taking small steps and holding his arms in the way that a real woman would," Elaine said, "So last Wednesday night we hobbled his ankles and put him in a special corset with metal rings on the sides. You should have seen him when we bound his elbows to the rings, trying to move around and do housework! With his high heels and ankle-cuffs, he had to swish his bottom with every step, and the corset and elbow restraints made his chest move in a very feminine way. We applauded his progress, but were careful to point out that he needed a lot more work. "That's when Donna suggested little spankings to correct Don's minor deficiencies. I said I thought it was a great idea. No one asked Don's opinion. Well, to make a long story short, by Saturday, he'd been over our laps at least a dozen times and he was working much harder at pleasing us.' But today -- oh wait till I tell you what happened late this afternoon!" "I couldn't wait another second," I said impatiently. "Please go on!" "Well, Donna and I decided it was time to take Don out in public as a woman. That's when Don tried to put his foot down again. No way, he insisted, was he going out in public as a woman! "So I said fine, you can just do a little modeling for us right here! Donna and I laced him into a very severe black velvet corset with elbow restraints in the back that made his forearms stick out at the sides, black lace panties, black support bra -- I mean the corseting and hormones are developing his chest so rapidly! -- dark silk stockings held up by a garter belt, white gloves and some jewelry: You know, bracelets, earrings and necklace. His face was made up with extra care and we put a very stylish dark wig on him. You should have seen how sexy he looked, swishing his ass and jiggling his boobs as he minced about while we took pictures. Then Donna really surprised him. "She showed Don a mask she had bought. Just a face mask, really fashioned from tooled leather and covered with delicately colored silk, made up to look like a woman's face. It was held on with leather straps at the forehead and chin. Only when she put it on Don, he noticed that there was a mouth-plug on the inside. Kind of a hollow tube that filled his entire mouth, enabling him to breathe but not to speak. And there were no eye holes! Can you picture Don in that thing? Completely blinded and gagged, elbows bound, decked out in women's undies? "Of course, Don realized at once what a vulnerable state he was in, but we rubbed it in a bit, telling him we were going to put a leash on him and walk him down the street that way, or possibly take him to Amateur Night at the local strip joint. We could do anything we wanted with him. Anything at all. And he knew it. "Finally, we settled on a punishment for his disobedience. We would release him from his bondage, but only if he'd promise to wait on us in the bath and then sit in our bath water for the rest of the evening. He nodded his agreement so fast it was funny! "Well, you can imagine that Donna and I took our time in that bathroom! Don waited on us, dressed in high heels, a plastic apron, and a cute little white shower cap! Plus his chastity belt, of course. It was so amusing, seeing that poor dear soaping up our nude bodies and longing to fuck us while Donna and I just luxuriated in that big, warm bathtub. We could hardly keep from laughing out loud, especially when we made him stick his head under the water and lick our pussies and bottoms clean! "Once we were out of the tub, dried and powdered, Don must have thought the worst was over. But we reminded him that he'd agreed to spend the rest of the evening sitting in our scented bath water. And to make sure he did it, Donna and I were going to take some precautions: "First, we took off his apron, shoes and shower cap, and made him freshen his makeup and comb out his hair -- after all, he'd spent all that time with his face under water, you know. Then, when he was nude except for his flesh-colored chastity belt, we made him cross his arms in front of him so that his right hand was on his left hip, and vice- versa. You know, sort of a straight-jacket position. "Donna took a long strip of leather and soaked it thoroughly in hot water. We wrapped it around Don's waist, then tied his wrists to the ends, forcing him to keep his arms crossed. That pose really emphasizes his cleavage, by the way. Anyway, once that was done, it was a simple matter to make him sit down in the tub and handcuff his ankles to the drain plug. "We pointed out to him that in this pose, if he should fall over backwards he could always pull out the plug to keep from drowning, but there was no way he could get out of the tub. Plus, the water was waist deep. So long as he kept his arms underwater, his leather bonds would stay wet and fairly comfortable. But if the water ran out, the leather would dry out and shrink, tightening rather painfully. So his best bet was to stay there in our bath water and just sit and look at his lovely reflection in the mirrored walls until we decided to release him. Then we kissed him goodbye (We were both still naked, and we kissed him very passionately.) and walked out of the bathroom arm in arm, giggling. "I really wish I could have seen our little Darling's face when the first guests arrived!" "Guests?" I interrupted. "You mean you had people over? To see him? Like that?" "We have people over, Walt," Elaine corrected. "I'm calling you right in the middle of our party!" "Who-who all is there?" I asked, amazed, "Some old and very close girlfriends of Donna's and mine," Elaine explained. "Girls we used to know way back in College. As soon as they all arrived, I found an excuse to go into the Master Bath and powder my nose. Well, I almost cracked up when I saw poor little Don huddled naked and shivering in that tub with his lovely makeup and pert little breasts! "He begged me to tell him what was going on, so I very frankly explained to him -- as I was taking a leak -- that Donna and I had invited some lesbians over for a get-acquainted session. "Well, Don would have run away right then if he hadn't been tied down. He begged me to let him loose. He said he couldn't stand for anyone to see him in this fix, and besides, he had to take a leak himself. "As if I were lecturing to a child, I told him that I was just carrying out his wishes. He wanted his wife to become a lesbian and I was doing everything possible to accommodate him. I agreed that it was unfortunate that all those women would see him naked and feminized, but he had agreed to be punished in that fashion. I certainly couldn't change plans now. Besides, I said, he looked so cute there! "Then, to sort of rub it in, I sprinkled bubble bath liberally into the tub and turned on the hot water. Soon, Don was covered in bubbles from the chest down and squirming with discomfort. I finally turned off the water and rejoined the party. "Donna had already told our guests that Don was being punished -- for trying to force his attentions on his secretary, she said -- and that he would be naked in the Master Bath for the entire evening. If the girls felt like using it and seeing Don, fine. If not, we have two other bathrooms. "Well, as the party has progressed and the liquor has flowed, more and more of the girls have grown bolder and used the Master Bathroom. It's so amusing to hear them laugh the first time they see Don! Donna reported to me a little bit ago that Don had finally relieved himself into the bath water around him, so she very considerately pulled the plug and let the water run out. I was just up there, and I can't tell you how funny Don looks, all pink and naked in that empty tub, bath bubbles still clinging to his sexy hips and breasts, and the mortified look on his face now that everyone can see his chastity device. I just had to call and tell you!" "Fascinating!" I gasped. "What else are you planning for tonight?" "Tonight," Elaine said, "Don's going to get his wish. He's going to see real lesbian action between his wife and his sister. Of course, he'll still be tied up nude in that cold bath tub, but we'll leave the door that connects with the bedroom open so that he can watch and listen. Well, party's breaking up and I've got to run. Talk to you next week, Walt!" Monday I noticed several changes in Don, but as agreed, I kept quiet about them. Of course, he moved a bit stiffly -- who wouldn't after spending a night in a bath tub? But there were other changes as well. His walk, his voice, his mannerisms, all seemed somewhat effeminate. His dark hair was growing out and starting to curl, and his eyebrows had a subtly different shape. Then I noticed his clothes, and realized that Elaine must be dictating his outer wear now too. His shirt had a slightly rounded collar and I'd swear that I saw embroidery down the front of it, beneath his tie. His trousers sort of emphasized his rounded hips and ass, and I noticed one day that they had no pockets! Don was carrying his keys and wallet in a small brown shoulder bag, and trying his best to act casual about it. He was also wearing loafers with some rather fancy stitching and elevated heels. But the change that delighted me most was the way his chest was swelling into two round, pointy bulges that his male clothing couldn't quite hide. That week, Don's private secretary had to quit. She was expecting a baby, and our firm makes a strict policy of not providing Pregnancy Leave. Just as well, since she might have noticed the change in Don. He put off replacing her. In fact, Don was putting off a lot of things lately. He seemed to have become rather shy and docile, and a few of our clients mentioned that I was doing most of the work lately. I covered by saying that Don was a bit under the weather and would soon be his old self again. The Stockholder's meeting came and went without incident. I was in as firmly as ever. Don didn't even attend. Something else came and went without incident, but this worried me. Sunday passed without a call from Elaine. To say I was upset would be a gross understatement. I was tense, anxious. Had something gone wrong? I tossed and turned all night, wondering what Monday morning would bring. It brought quite a surprise. Don walked in Monday morning looking like his old self. His walk was assertive, his voice strong, his manner confident, and his clothes as masculine as ever. In a self-assured tone that would tolerate no refusal, he asked to see me alone in my office. "Well?" He asked as soon as the door was locked, "How am I doing?" "Er- Doing?" I asked. "Yes, Walt; How am I passing?" Don looked puzzled at the perplexity in my face. "It's me -- Donna.'" "D-Donna?" It didn't seem possible. Could this be....? "Don's sister.'" She smiled. "I've taken over Don's identity. Do I really look so much like him?" She looked exactly like him. In fact, I had some strong doubts. Could this be some kind of trap? "Look -er- Don," I ventured, "I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about..." "Sure you are," she insisted. "The switch we've been planning; Remember?" Suddenly she seemed to catch on. "Oh I get it," She smiled, "You're not completely sure it's me, are you?" "Something like that," I admitted. Without another word, she threw off her jacket, loosened her tie and unbuttoned her shirt. Beneath it was a T-shirt, and I could see that she was wearing some kind of wide cloth band under this, over her chest. She unhooked something behind her and the band came off, freeing a very nicely-shaped pair of breasts. "Well?" She smilingly shook the treasures free. "Convinced?" I had difficulty breathing. "Don--" I started to say. "Don was growing b-breasts last week. Those could be -er. ..." If anything, her smile grew broader. "Oh," She said, "Holding out for the Hard Sell, are you? Well, I guess there's just one way you'll be convinced.'" Her hands dropped to her belt as she stepped out of her shoes. She gave a tug that sent pants and underwear plummeting to the floor, and there I was, looking at a pert round ass and inviting pussy! She stepped out of the pile of her clothing and approached me, hands on hips. "This should convince you," she breathed, "go ahead. Look at it. Touch it. Kiss it!" My head was spinning at the incredible sexual presence of this well- built woman with the mannish haircut, dress shirt and tie. Impulsively, I dropped out of my chair onto my knees before her and arched my face up to her warm womanhood. She responded, pushing my mouth into her as she moved her thighs over my ears. How long we stayed like that, I don't know. I could only think of passionately kissing her sweet femininity until her muscles tensed and she moaned involuntarily. "Ummm, that was good!" She sighed, backing away from me. "You deserve a reward for that!" I got shakily to my feet. My ears were ringing and I noticed that my penis was straining against the front of my trousers. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, approaching her. But she swiftly turned away from me. In one graceful movement, she snatched up her pants, perched her bottom on the edge of my desk, drew her legs up and hopped into the trousers. "Not just yet, Walt," She said, "But soon. Quite soon," She buttoned her shirt and adjusted her tie, after refastening the bandeau that concealed her breasts. "Right now, we've got a lot of work to do. I know the basics of this job, but there are quite a few details I'll have to catch up on if I'm to pass as Don!" "You're right," I breathed, recovering my composure. "But first, fill me in on things. How did you manage this?" "After last Sunday night, it was all quite simple," Donna said. Although she looked quite masculine now, she still spoke in a soft, feminine voice. "That experience in the tub completely broke Don to our will. All week, he was very docile and obedient, doing his best to please us. As soon as he got home from work, he would make himself up, comb his hair in a feminine style, and dress in whatever outfit Elaine and I had picked out for him. I'd fix dinner in the meantime, but Don would serve it, waiting until Elaine and I had finished before making a meal of the left-overs. "Each evening, Elaine and I would try something new, just to see how far we could push him. Oh, the costumes we had him in! French Maid, Harem Girl, Hooker -- you name it! And we bound him. You should have seen him, duck-walking around the house with his arms and legs in leather sheaths, wearing a tight corset and confining collar. Naturally, we left his breasts and bottom bare through all this so we could comment on how nicely they were developing. Why, his breasts grew nearly six inches in just a week!" "I thought his clothes looked a bit tight around the chest," I interjected. "Naturally, we dictated what he would wear to work as well as at home. And Elaine and I really turned on the Lesbian Action for dear little Donny. Sometimes, we'd be after each other two or three times a night, always with Don tied up at the foot of the bed, wearing a sexy nightie!" "And his chastity belt, too?" I asked. Donna gave me an interested look. "Oh yes," she said. "That stayed on him always. The poor little girl- boy went two weeks without sexual relief. Then, Friday evening, we unlocked him! "Elaine and I had noticed that Don -- or Diane, as we called her at home -- was beginning to chafe a bit at being so thoroughly feminized. Despite the hormone treatments, the constant smothering in female attire, and the state of continuous horniness we kept him in, our Diane was getting ready to rebel. That spark of defiance that we'd dampened Sunday night was slowly building up to burst out again. "Naturally, Elaine and I didn't want Don to take us by surprise. So we worked out a plan that would convince him that he was better off with us -- permanently feminized but under our protection -- than he would be if he tried to assert his masculinity out in public again. "When he got home from the office Friday evening, Don asked us for about the thousandth time how far we planned to carry his feminization. After all, he argued, his breasts were already rather large, his hips and ass were growing rounded, and his body hair was practically non- existent. How much longer was this to go on? "That's when we surprised him. We told him he could stop anytime he wanted to, but that we wouldn't be responsible for the consequences. The puzzled look on his face was priceless as we told him we would unlock the chastity belt, let him wear regular men's clothes, and release him from our authority. He could even go out with the boys if he wanted! "I really think Don was a little frightened of so much freedom all at once, but he still had enough masculine pride to take us up on our offer. After all, he'd have looked pretty silly if he refused! In no time at all, he was back in his old masculine clothes, including sports coat and necktie, ready to go out. Of course, he had to wear women's panties, since his underwear had been destroyed, and his breasts were a little odd, if anyone looked too closely, but he looked outwardly almost like his old self. By Six O'clock he was out of the house, heading toward his favorite bar. "He never suspected that we'd set Gina loose on him!"