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"He never suspected that we'd set Gina loose on him!" "Gina?" I asked. "Who's she?" "Just a girl I met in College," Donna smiled, "She's an aspiring actress with a great sense of humor, and when I told her - earlier in the week - about our little party with Don/Diane in the tub, she was really sorry she'd missed it. But when I explained what she could do for us, she was more than happy to oblige! "Friday night, she was waiting at Don's favorite bar when he arrived. Gina's an attractive girl, sort of a well-built stocky type, with big blue eyes and soft red hair. She'd had to turn down quite a few offers from men before Don arrived and she made it a point to turn down a few more after he got there. So you can imagine how his male ego must have swelled -- not to mention his cock -- when she came on to him! "Gina really knows how to lay it on thick, and I guess she really turned on the works that night. She played up to Don's pride, hanging on-his every word and looking impressed at everything he did. After an hour of that, along with plenty of sensuous suggestion, Don was ready to follow her anywhere. "I can just picture the look on Don's face when Gina took him to a topless bar! It's a rather expensive place, but worth it. "The waitresses wear little outfits consisting of G-strings, tiny aprons, garter belts, black fish-net hose and high heels. And they not only serve drinks, but also dance on the tables for the customers! Going into a place like that, with sexy Gina hanging all over him, must have made Don hornier than ever! If only he'd known what was coming up! But he never guessed that this was all a set-up and that we had bribed the owners of the place quite liberally. "At a pre-arranged time, the girl dancing in her undies on their table managed to kick Gina's drink. It was one of those big creamy pink things, and it went all over Don, saturating his clothes! "The waitress, a girl named Tami, was very apologetic, of course, and pretended to be worried about losing her job. She begged Don not to leave, since that would take away business and look bad for her, and she coaxed him into letting her clean up his clothes, hinting that perhaps she could do even more for him alone in her dressing room. "In no time, Don was in her closet-sized cubicle, handing his clothes over to Tami. She insisted that everything had to be cleaned, including his underwear. Can you imagine his embarrassment when he handed over his panties and Tami got a look at his shaved skin and shapely bosom? He tried to make up some excuse, but she just smiled and left him in the tiny dressing room. "A half-hour later, Don was close to panic. He hadn't heard a word from Tami, and there he was, sitting naked in the back rooms of a topless bar -- in his condition! Finally, Tami did show up, but it was strictly bad news: "Tami told Don that his clothes would be at the cleaners at least another two hours and asked if he'd remembered to keep his wallet. No? Then it must be with his clothes! Well, the cleaning people would probably return it, but in the meantime, his date was getting awfully antsy. Guys were trying to pick her up right and left, figuring that any girl alone in a place like this must be a hooker. Then Tami asked if Don wanted to go out and talk to Gina. "Don protested that he couldn't possibly go out there without his masculine clothes, but Tami told him he could wear some of hers. She was quite sure he could pass un-noticed as a woman, she said, and if he didn't do something soon, Gina was going to leave without him. "You can imagine how reluctant Don was to go back to female role- playing. But that comment about Gina leaving him alone there made up his mind. He agreed. Tami told him to use some of the makeup in the dressing room and put on an extra hairpiece she had there. Then she decked him out in the uniform of the place: High heels, fish-net hose, garterbelt, G-string and a tiny apron! She added earrings and bracelet, and showed Don how to carry the pencil and order book in his apron. "About this time, Don started to hit the ceiling. He tried to argue that there was no way that he was going out there as a dancing topless waitress. But Tami convinced him that he'd be safer that way, blending in with six other girls dressed the same way, than if he wore street clothes and was mistaken for a hooker. All he'd have to do is walk casually up to Gina and explain the problem to her, then ask her to loan him her coat and they could go to her place for fun and games while his clothes were being cleaned. "That last part was enough to clinch Don. After two weeks without sex, and an evening of teasing by the lovely Gina, Don was thinking with his crotch, not his head. He allowed Tami to put nail polish on him, and promised to wait for it to dry before he went out. "I really wish I could have seen him when he simpered out five minutes later, trying to act casual while strutting -- feminized, topless and bare-assed -- across a room full of horny men. Then, halfway across to Gina, something happened that was a stroke of luck for us girls: "Don was mincing timidly across the room when suddenly, a big horny male hand cracked across his bare butt. He squealed and spun around to see a big, beefy truck driver with about five of his buddies, loudly demanding that they be served! "Don tried to explain that this wasn't his station, but the truck driver slipped a hand into the waist-band of his G-string and loudly said that either they got served now or he was going to pull the place apart -- and guess where he'd start!" "Five minutes later, the truck drivers were laughingly guzzling their beers as a very embarrassed Don danced on their table in his skimpy feminine apparel. They kept pounding the table and yelling at him to dance faster and fetch more beer. It was at least another half-hour before Don -- his butt sore from pinching and his G-string stuffed with soggy dollar bills - managed to slip over to Gina's table. "But there was no help there. Gina had a macho-looking guy sitting with her, and he looked like he was going to stay! In fact, Gina seemed to prefer his company and pretended not to recognize Don when he tried to talk to her. Feigning annoyance, she contemptuously ordered more drinks and curtly commanded Don to dance for them as well! When he was finished, his heart sank as Gina calmly got up with her man and walked out of the place! "So there he was, poor thing! Abandoned feminized and half-naked in a topless bar with drunken customers all around loudly demanding his services. He had to dance on two more tables before he discovered that Tami had mysteriously vanished with his male clothing. And he performed six more sets before he could get up the nerve to call Elaine and me and beg us to come and get him. "When we finally saw him there, dancing in that scandalous outfit, it was all we could do to keep from breaking up laughing. He looked so embarrassed, feminine and sexy with his breasts bouncing around for everyone to see, trying to wriggle his exposed bottom in time to the music! "But we managed to put on a stern act when we finally got to talk to him. We accused Don of all manner of things, what with turning his own wife into a lesbian and sneaking out to play transvestite dress-up games! We told him he didn't deserve to be a man any more, and he certainly didn't deserve the privileges of a husband! Finally, when he was close to tears, we agreed to take him home. But on our terms! "Don was to adopt the name Diane and live the life of a feminized slave to us and our friends until such time as we wished or needed to release him. During that time, he was to be subject to every order, every whim, that pleased us. He was to be given just enough female hormone to increase his feminine appearance without taking away his sex drive. But at no time was he to obtain sexual gratification unless Elaine and I permitted it. And we made it clear that we had no plans of doing so. "These conditions were outrageous, of course, and we knew Don would never agree to them if he thought we actually could carry them out. So we laid another little trap for our she/male: "We told him that in his absence, I would assume his identity! "Well, Don had been looking for an opening like this. There was no way he could innocently explain his situation to us, and getting home without our help would certainly be difficult and embarrassing. But he had the idea that I could never pass myself off as him! "So we offered him a deal. If I couldn't do his job, step completely into his shoes with no one noticing the difference, then Elaine and I would admit that we needed him as a man and give him back his identity. But if I could pass as Don, then he would have to be "Diane" for as long as I felt like carrying it on!" "And here I am today!" "Donna," I said in admiration, "that was really ingenious! Don could never have suspected that you'd have help with your impersonation here at the office; you girls have planned and executed this thing perfectly!" "Thanks," Donna smiled and resumed her masculine voice. "But there's a lot I'll have to know if this thing is going to work. Shall we start with the Henderson Project?" For the rest of that morning, I gave Donna the basic information on several matters that Don had been handling. She was a remarkably quick learner and asked a few questions that surprised even me. By afternoon, she was giving dictation and preparing rough cost estimates. By Friday, she was face-to-face with customers and contractors who had worked closely with Don in the past. None of them noticed a thing. I was noticing things, though. My feelings about Donna were quite confused, and she did nothing to put them to rest. For one thing, Donna -- even in disguise -- was a remarkably attractive woman. Her male clothes and manner made her seem almost passionately strong to me. Sometimes I would see her handing out orders or making important decisions, and for some reason it excited me terribly to know that beneath that exterior was a real woman, with firm, ripe breasts and a warm, inviting pussy. I could get an erection just passing her in the hallway! As I said, Donna did nothing to settle my emotional turmoil. She would often come into my office for a bit of information, and as soon as we were alone, she dropped every trace of masculinity and acted in a completely feminine and rather sensuous manner. She would slip off her shoes and curl her long legs beneath her, batting her soft eyes as we spoke. I could detect the faint outline of her breasts beneath her shirt, and picture the soft, round hips inside those men's trousers. I was falling for a female transvestite! A few weeks after her debut as "Don", Donna made an interesting suggestion: "Why not stop over to the house for dinner Friday night, Walt?" She asked, "It's been ages since Elaine and I have had you over!" We were alone in her office and she was acting very feminine once again, which made the invitation all the more surprising, coming from a woman! "Er-- at your place?" I asked. "With you and -- and Elaine?" "And Diane, of course," Donna nodded. "She does Maid Duty around the place, and she's become a wonderful cook. I'd like for you to see her!" "Hmmm," I said, "won't it be a little difficult for me not to recognize Don?" "Not really," Donna said, "except for his masculine yearnings -- which are still unfulfilled, by the way -- Don has just about disappeared. Diane has almost completely taken over his body with her femme figure, her voice, her clothing, and her submissive feminine mannerisms, of course. Besides, we've been after Diane for days to get her hair bleached light blonde -- something like yours. This will be the perfect clincher: If she knows you're coming over, she'll do just anything to keep from being recognized!" And so it happened that I rang the bell at the Osburne house that Friday evening and was greeted by a sexy, feminine blonde maid. "Diane" curtseyed shyly, eyes downcast, as I entered. "Ma-may I take your coat, Sir?" she asked fearfully. I had to hide the amusement in my smile and conceal my delight as I surveyed my former partner. "Diane" was wearing a black satin Maid's uniform with a rather high hem and low neckline, so that the tops of her black nylon stockings could be seen with each step, as well as the tops of her full, round breasts, jiggling with every move. Her lacy white apron was a perfect match for the silly cap that surmounted her blonde, poodle-cut hair. Beneath this, her features were enticingly soft and feminine. Rouged cheeks, red-painted lips, and dark shadowed eyes with long, luxurious lashes combined to form a face that was not only womanly, but also quite sexy as well! If I hadn't been in on "her" secret, Diane would have fooled me completely! But just then, Donna approached, doing her manly perfect "Don" act. "Walt!" She smiled ruggedly, "Good to see you, Old Man. I don't believe you've met our new maid." She turned to the blushing Diane. "Introduce yourself, Girl!" she snapped. Diane curtseyed prettily. "My name is Diane, Sir, and I'm very pleased to serve you!" I could tell that the words, so submissively spoken in that girlish voice, were sheer agony for Don. But he would get no mercy from me! "She looks like a very sincere little maid," I spoke to Donna, pretending to ignore Diane. "But do you always let her flaunt her body like that?" I gestured at the cringing maid. "Look at the way that tiny skirt hugs her ass. And how tight that dress is over her jugs! Surely she knows enough to buy clothes the right size!" At that moment, Elaine entered the room. "She certainly does know better, Walt," Elaine shook my hand warmly, then turned to Diane. "But I'm afraid our little maid here is a shameless man-chaser, and shows herself off in those ridiculously short outfits because she craves masculine attention!" "Well, she does have the body for it," I admitted. "That's no reason to advertise," Elaine snapped. Then she slapped Diane smartly on the rear. "Go finish dinner, Girl. Quickly now." We all fought back our laughter until Diane was out of the room, then congratulated each other on the success of our plan. "This, is nothing compared to some of the things we put her through," Donna said. "Just wait; after dinner I'll arrange to have you spank her!" Donna was true to her word. Dinner was cooked to perfection and served flawlessly by the timid Diane. But as the new-made Maid was clearing the table, Donna pointed to a spot of gravy near my plate. "Look at that, Diane!" she barked in a stern, masculine way, "Another stain on the tablecloth! I've warned you what I'd do the next time this happened!" "Oh! But Mr. Osburne Sir!" Diane blushed and quivered in her heels. "I didn't...I mean, it must have been Mr--" "Silence!" Donna roared. "I'll not sit here and listen to a slovenly maid accuse my guests of sloppiness! You're to be punished, Little One, and what's more, I think I'll let Mr. Walters do the punishing!" Donna turned to me. "Walt?" she asked darkly, "Would you mind chastising our Maid?" "I'd be delighted!" I said. Elaine looked on with interest. "Very well," Donna commanded, "Diane: Offer yourself to Mr. Walters for a spanking!" I could see the turmoil in Diane's lovely face as she blushed from head to foot. The humiliation of being forced into such treatment at the hands of a former buddy showed in every luscious inch of that curvy, trembling body. But Don/Diane's fear of her former wife and sister/husband was absolute. "M-Mister Walters." She slowly turned to me, curtseying. "W-would you please spank me?" "A pleasure, Little Girl!" I turned my chair out and patted my lap. "Over here for Six of the Best!" In no time, I was staring down at a pert, plump, pink-panty-clad ass, as Diane draped her shapely form over my knees. I felt the blood rush to my head as I contemplated this exquisite revenge over my ex-partner. Crack! I brought my hand down across the waiting bottom and felt the satisfying warmth in my palm as Diane winced. Crack! Crack! Two more. I felt her start to squirm. Crack! Crack! Crack! It was over. But then, irresistibly, Crack! "There!" I laughed, "One more, to grow on!" "Well done, Walt!" Elaine cheered. "Yes, excellent work," Donna put in. "Now, after Diane has thanked Walt, I think we men will go out to have a few beers and discuss some business. I'm sure," She turned to Elaine, "That Diane can amuse you until I get back!" Something happened, though, just before we left, that puzzled me. Donna and Elaine were in another room, kissing good-night. But as they rejoined me in the outer hallway, I thought I heard Donna say, "...and did you see the way he looked at her? Almost envious, I think. Oh, Honey, I think this is going to work ou---". She saw me and broke off suddenly. "Yes, Dear," Elaine said meaningfully. "You boys have a nice time. And good luck, Darling!" Donna drove my car in a competent, masculine way as we sped into the night. We said little, but it seemed to me that our silence tingled with erotic tension. Minutes passed wordlessly. Finally, Donna said: "You certainly did get into that scene back at the house! I've never seen Diane so well-spanked!" "I have to admit," I replied, "that I got quite a charge out of seeing my former male business partner so- so changed! Simpering about with those jiggling breasts and pantied bottom...why, she looked completely feminine! How did you ever do it?" "It's a change that can work on any man easily enough if you can get him to cooperate... A few hormones, some figure training, makeup," Donna listed the elements thoughtfully, "Acting lessons, of course, and maybe a couple of shots to swell the breasts. And any man, even you, can be turned into the perfect female -- outwardly at least!" "Even me," I said. "What a curious thought!" We were on a deserted stretch of highway and Donna suddenly pulled off onto a wide, tree-lined berm. It looked like a great spot for necking, but her next words surprised me. "That's right, Walt," she said, "you especially." "Why me especially?" "Listen, Walt. Listen carefully. I've noticed the way you look at me at work. You're very attentive, and I must admit it's quite flattering. For my part, I like being around you. I like it a lot..." "But not enough to get involved; is that it?"I interrupted. "I don't know yet. I do know that you turn me on. But not as much as...as..." "Not as much as Elaine does?" I asked. "Not that," Donna lowered her eyes. "Not as much as I get turned on by seeing my own brother feminized in panties!" She seemed overcome with shame at this confession. Instinctively, I comforted her. "Honestly, Donna, it's nothing to be ashamed of," I said. "You've admitted that you're partly lesbian -- an idea I find very interesting, by the way -- but I think part of you is also very heterosexual. And very passionate. So you created Diane: outwardly a sexy woman, but inwardly very much a man. It's only natural that you should be turned on by someone who combines the best of both worlds!" "S-someone who could become like Diane?" Donna looked into my eyes hopefully, blinking back a tear. "Of course!" I encouraged her, "Why, the right man -- a man with a few feminine touches -- could probably capture you completely!" Impulsively, Donna embraced me. "Oh Walt," she sighed, "you're right! I know you are! But-" She hesitated, "Are you the right man? Could you be?" "I might be," I said, "under the right circumstances." Donna was really close to tears of joy. I continued. "I wouldn't mind looking or acting a little feminine -- for your sake," I explained, "But I could never be as totally feminized as poor Diane. And that submissive business is definitely not for me! I'm willing to go a little way toward femininity, to please you, but I want it clearly understood that when I say it stops, it stops." "Oh yes, Walt!" Donna said happily. "And that's another thing," I said, "I ought to tell you this anyway. My name's not Walt." "But- I thought..." "I know," I continued, "I've always used it as a nick-name because my last name is Walters. Actually, my parents named me after that English author, Evelyn Waugh." "Then your name is really --?" "Evelyn," I admitted. Donna smiled warmly. "I'll call you that -- when we make love!" That night, I discovered that Donna was passionate physically as well as emotionally. We made love in a variety of positions in my huge, comfortable bed. Afterwards, Donna wanted to shave my legs. I refused at first, but she looked so disappointed that I thought she might burst into tears. So I relented, and let her shave off all my body hair except for the hair around my pubic area. Afterward, we made love again and fell asleep in each other's arms. For just a moment before sleep overcame me, I nearly recalled something Elaine had said. Something about how the girls bent Don to their will by alternating tearful emotional scenes with wild sexual activity. Foggily, I tried to compare Elaine's description of that with Donna's treatment of me tonight. But I was just too tired, and soon fell asleep. The next several weeks were a mind-spinning carousel of pleasure and confusion as Donna led me carefully along the paths of cross-dressing. At her insistence, I took hormone shots, learned the tricks of makeup and feminine deportment, and kept my beard and body well under control with depilatory. Every improvement on my part brought a deliciously sexual reward from the lovely Donna, and soon I looked and acted quite feminine -- in private, at least -- complete with soft features, rapidly developing breasts, and girlish voice. I found, however, that feminization had its share of inconveniences, too. Not the least of which were the occasional disagreements between Donna and myself about how far into this thing I was going to go. Donna wanted me to go out in public dressed up, perhaps even take a few weeks off to live totally as a woman. And she kept hinting that she'd like to have me play-act a few submissive roles, to the point of buying me costumes of Maids, Strippers, and Slave Girls. For my part, although I gladly assumed a feminine role in private with Donna, as a prelude to sex, I stubbornly refused to act submissive or do anything -- like going out in public as a woman -- which would put me in her power, even just temporarily. I knew that Donna had a strong, dominant personality, and I was determined not to be overwhelmed by her. So although I posed for pictures in the demeaning outfits she bought, I steadfastly resisted her efforts to carry things any further. As my body became more and more femmish, however, I found work at the office starting to get a little awkward. My long hair required careful styling to maintain a masculine appearance, and I found that my voice would rise and crack at odd moments, like a teenager's. My clothes began to misfit me oddly, loose at the waist, but tight in the seat as my waist narrowed and my hips took on feminine proportions. And my growing bosom became increasingly hard to hide! Perhaps because of this, I let Donna take on the larger part of the face-to-face contacts at work while I stayed in the background, working on more routine matters. Several days would often pass without me seeing a single customer or stock-holder, and I sometimes had doubts about the wisdom of this whole Transvestite bit. But, I reminded myself, I could always change back when I wanted. I had made a point of keeping back just enough essential information so that Donna could never run the Company without me. And besides, those nights of passion with that incredibly eager woman were a sensuous paradise! One day at work, however, I did mention to Donna that my breasts were starting to present a problem: "After all," I said, I'm almost a Thirty-Six C now. And still growing! I'm afraid people will start to notice!" "Hmmm, you're right," Donna considered, She walked over to her office door and carefully locked it, ensuring our privacy. Then she led me to the executive washroom that connects our two offices. "The solution," She said, walking through the washroom and locking my office as well, "Is for you to start wearing a breast-flattening bandeau, such as I've been using ever since I started impersonating Don. Your breasts are nearly as large as mine, Evelyn, and I know they're very firm and shapely, so I should be able to fit you into a spare bandeau with no problem. However, there's something else I want you to try on." "What's that?" I asked. "No questions," Donna snapped. "Just leave your clothes in the washroom and come into your office with me!" Blindly, I obeyed, stripping to the buff and leaving my suit, tie, shirt, shoes, socks and underwear in the washroom. Then I hustled my naked and very feminine body into my office, where Donna waited. "Oh Donna!" I whispered, catching a glimpse of my shapely shaved legs and other curves in a full-length mirror that runs along one wall of my office, "This feels so daring!" "Fortunately, this is the Lunch Hour, so no one will interrupt us if you try this on for a few minutes," Donna said, holding something that looked like a latex rubber jock-strap, "Here, Darling, step into this!" As I pulled the tiny thing on, I noted that the rubber flesh-tones matched my own skin perfectly. It was an odd sort of garment, I thought, flexible, but more confining and less yielding than ordinary rubber. I wondered if it were a latex coating over some stronger substance, like metal cloth. And the leg and waistbands seemed awfully tight! Then, Donna tugged the waist-band even tighter, and I heard a tiny "Click!" "What was that?" I asked. "Just the fastener, Darling," Donna explained. "This is a chastity belt, just like Diane wears. I just had to see you in it! What do you think?" Hesitantly, I stepped up to the mirror. And looked at the Naked Woman that was now my reflection! What a change! The chastity belt subtly flattened out my male genitals while rounding out my ass into perfect feminine contours. The latex rubber was quite undetectable against my skin and, in addition, Donna had cleverly glued a triangular wig to the front, perfectly simulating a woman's pubic hair. With my full breasts, shaven body, and now this, I looked.... "Every inch a woman!" I breathed. "And that's just how you're going to stay!" Donna smirked. I spun around, suddenly reminded of the contrast between us. There was Donna, looking ruggedly masculine with her short hair and tweed suit. And here was I, to all appearances a nude female! Donna ran her eyes lustfully over my naked form as I clasped my arms over myself modestly. Then she smiled and looked meaningfully toward the washroom door. "Want to get your clothes back, Girlie?" She teased. I felt my stomach drop with surprise as I began to suspect what she had done. In a panic, I scampered over to the washroom door and tugged at the handle. In vain. It was locked! Suddenly, I felt a lewd pat on my bare bottom. I squirmed around to find Donna, close up against me, pinning my nude, feminine body to the cold wooden door with her masculine, fully-attired person. She softly kneaded my breast, drawing me into a passionate Soul Kiss that set my head spinning and my cock surging uselessly in the confining chastity belt. Finally, when my nipples were aching and my knees weak with desire, she broke off the kiss. "Oh Donna," I sighed, trembling with worry and passion. "What are you doing?" "What I should have done weeks ago, Evelyn," Donna said calmly, moving toward the outer door. "Up until now, our relationship has been entirely too one-sided. Oh, you've been glad enough to dress up if it meant you could have my body in every conceivable position, but aside from that, the least little thing I wanted was too much to ask of your masculine pride!" She unlocked the door, and chuckled as I scampered out of the way so I couldn't be seen from the hallway. "Well," she went on, "I think a few hours alone like this, cut off from your male clothes and completely at my mercy, might help to adjust your attitude. Don't worry, Evelyn, I'll tell your secretary you left early, and I'll look in on you after a bit," Her smile grew broader, "Don't go 'way now!" And she laughingly walked out, locking the door behind her. What was happening? I blushed furiously as sudden awareness of my predicament flooded over me. Locked nude in my own office! And not just nude, but feminized! I looked down at my body, full breasts, smooth skin, shapely legs...and that chastity device that disguised my crotch as a woman's! I tugged futilely at it, but I knew from the tight fit that my efforts would be useless. The awful thing was going to stay on until such time as Donna chose to remove it. So there I was, in the very fix I had tried so hard to avoid: Feminized and completely at Donna's mercy! I shivered at the thought that she could do anything to me now, bring in anyone she wanted, to see me this way. Threaten to expose me, make me do anything she wished.... The possibilities were endless and terrifying. Finally, after a long, suspenseful hour, I heard the washroom door snick open. Donna appeared in the doorway, holding an over-size purse. "Don't get your hopes up Evelyn." She smiled. "I spirited your male clothes out of here some time ago," Seeing my face fall, she went on, "But I thought you really should wear something, so I brought you these!" And, tossing the purse to the floor in front of me, she vanished the way she had come. Eagerly, expecting the worst, I opened the bag. It was just as I'd feared. It contained makeup: comb, hair spray, powder, rouge, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick, even nail polish. Also, dark hose, garter belt, high heels, earrings and a flashy necklace. And that was all. So Donna expected me to deck myself out in these feminine nothings and parade around my own office that way. Well... Suddenly I heard the crackle of the intercom on my desk: "I know what you're thinking, Evelyn Darling, but I'd advise you to put that stuff on," Donna's amused voice came over the private line between our offices, "I'll be coming in after a while to check on your appearance, and if I'm not completely satisfied, I might call in some of the guys around the office to help you with your accessories. I wonder what they might do if they recognized you?" She giggled. "Or if they didn't! You think about that!" The line went dead, and I knew Donna had turned it off at her end. It was useless to even think of arguing with her. But thinking about her threats was even I worse! As quickly as I could, I rolled on the silken hose and arranged the elastic garter belt. Slipped my feet into the tight shoes. With practiced skill, I applied makeup to my eyelashes, cheeks and lips, then painted my nails. Finally, I was ready. Reluctantly, I surveyed myself in the mirror. It was beautiful and horrid at the same time. I looked incredibly feminine now, completely unrecognizable in my styled hair and makeup. Beneath the necklace, my breasts flaunted out shamelessly. The garterbelt seemed to accentuate the curvaceous hips and bottom beneath my narrow waist. Or perhaps it was the way the high heels showed off my silken-clad legs, forcing me to take small, ass-wriggling steps that jiggled my breasts and long earrings swinging. I paced around my office as best I could, fuming and worrying impatiently. I knew that no one in the office could now recognize me in this get-up -- not with my undeniable female charms so brazenly displayed! But that comfort was as scant as my attire. What if someone saw me this way? At last, I heard the washroom door open again. Donna lounged casually in the doorway, still very masculine-looking, surveying my feminized state with very un-casual interest. I felt a blush cover my whole body. "Donna, for the last time, what is this?" I pleaded. "What are you doing?" "Better call me 'Don' Honey," she corrected. "After all, we'll be out with people, and I'd hate to have you make a mistake.'" "Out?" My stomach fluttered. "With people? But I can't go out like this!" Donna chuckled. "It's a tempting thought," She smiled, "And I think if you hadn't decided to be a good little girl and dress up for me, I probably would have forced you out someplace in the nude!" She saw my obvious terror at the prospect and went on, "But you have been a good little Evelyn, so I'm going to let you wear a dress. It's hanging in the washroom. Put it on and come into my office," She started to turn away. "But Donna-er-Don," I tried to protest, "I don't want to go out in public as a woman!" She stiffened, and raised a masculine eyebrow at me appraisingly. "I don't think you have much choice, Evelyn," she said coolly. "You either wear the dress and come out to Dinner with me, or I'll make arrangements to take you out just as you are," She paused for effect. "There's always that charming little Topless Club we sent Don to; Remember? You look as though you'd be quite a hit there!" "Donna!" I gasped. "You wouldn't!" "Just try not putting that dress on and see, Girlie," she said matter- of-factly. There was a dangerous look in her eye, all the more frightening for being so calm. An hour later, Donna was escorting me into a fashionable French Restaurant. As we entered the foyer, I caught a glimpse of my reflection and wished fervently that I could die on the spot.