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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. My dress was a low-cut, powder-blue satin thing, strapless, so that my bare shoulders and the tops of my creamy breasts were amply displayed. Matching shoulder-length gloves increased this effect, as did the body- hugging cut of the dress itself. I looked like I'd been poured into it! Every step I took in it set the glistening fabric rubbing across my jiggling curves, reminding me of the fact that I was wearing no underwear at all! We had been met in the lobby of our office building by a tall, classy- looking Red-Head named Barb, to whom Don had casually handed two Hundred-Dollar Bills. She was a charming, talkative woman, but as we rode to the restaurant in a taxi, she must have noticed that I was rather reserved and so she concentrated most of her attention on Don. I myself was busy trying to sort out my emotions. I had to admit to an odd thrill at being out in public this way, successfully masquerading as a sexy woman. But I was also a little embarrassed at my revealing outfit and very worried at the way events were developing. I felt totally in Don/Donna's power now, subject to whatever she chose for me to do... And I thought I knew what she had planned. Sure enough, as the three of us entered the restaurant, a beefy, red- faced man sauntered up to Don. "Don old buddy!" He waved. "Harry! You old Son-of-a-gun!" Her masculine voice was perfect as "Don" -- I no longer thought of her as "Donna" -- answered. "I knew you'd beat us here! Been waiting at the Bar, I see!" "Sure have!" Harry chortled, Then his eyes lit on me and Barb, and his face lighted up lecherously. "Say! Who's your friends?" "Just a couple of girls from the office,* Don lied casually. Then, to my immense relief, she continued, "Evelyn here is my date for the night, but Barb has been really anxious to meet you!" Barb went quickly into her role as a paid companion, monopolizing Harry's attention. I shot a grateful look at Don. She squeezed my arm protectively as the four of us were escorted to a table. There were drinks and dancing before Dinner, and I was so afraid that Harry would try to dance with me! One look at the way Harry pawed Barb out on the dance floor made me very thankful when Don gallantly insisted on monopolizing my dance time. As she moved me skillfully about on the dance floor, I finally began to relax. A couple of Champagne Cocktails with Dinner helped me to relax even more, and by the time we left the restaurant, I was almost gay. It was really kind of nice to be wined and dined and fussed over this way! My good mood vanished quickly, however, when Don suggested we stop someplace for a nightcap and "a little spicy fun!" Harry loudly seconded the motion. The place they picked was a rather raunchy strip-joint, featuring couch-dancers, nude waitresses, and -- I noted with alarm as we entered -- an "Anything Goes" Amateur Night! No words could convey the tension I felt as we sipped watered drinks at a tiny table and watched several bored, over-ripe "dancers" flaunt their bodies on the stage. I knew by now that my suspicions had been correct. Don was entertaining a customer, and I knew from experience that such "entertainment" would include anything Harry wanted! I would easily pass for a woman in the altogether on that garishly lighted stage, and I trembled at the thought that Donna might have tricked me out this way just for that purpose! Whatever could I do if she and Harry insisted that Barb and I go up there for "Amateur Night" and take off our clothes? The prospect of being forced to strut around naked in this place chilled me to the bone, but I knew that if Don insisted, I would have to go along. Then, to my surprise, Don told Harry that she wasn't feeling well, and asked if Harry would mind if the two of us left early. She added, in a perfect "just-us-guys" voice that Harry could escort Barb home. Harry agreed delightedly, and soon Donna and I were in a cab headed back to my apartment. We were silent the whole way, each of us lost in thought until Donna broke the silence in the deserted elevator up to my floor. "Well, Evelyn," She said, "Here are the keys to your apartment. And here," She slipped something into my purse, "is your wallet. You'll find your male clothing hung up neatly inside." The elevator door opened, and I hesitantly stepped out, followed by masculine Donna. As we reached my door, I suddenly turned to her, my skirt rustling about my legs. "Don," I was very used to using that name with her now, "This evening has left me very - confused!" "Now Darling," Donna started, "I know you didn't--" "No," I interrupted, "Let me speak. I've always resisted going out in public this way because of the power it might give you over me. And at times I really hated Tonight. But some of it was very -er- not bad!" "I can read your moods pretty well by now, Little One," Donna smiled, "I could tell you were really suffering from mixed emotions, and I'll admit, I've always wanted to see how you'd feel passing in public. But that's not why I forced you into this!" "But why, then?" I asked. "Because I want you. I want you to be much more to me than just a lover. But before you can take that step, you must learn to trust me." "What do you mean?" "I think you could tell that I purposefully maneuvered you into some potentially embarrassing scenes tonight. Both at the Office and at Dinner. I could have made you act as my Secretary, made you play up to Harry, why, I could even have made you take off your clothes and flaunt yourself bare-assed in front of all those men at that joint!" I blushed and nodded meekly. "I didn't do any of those things," Donna went on, "Even though you were completely in my power. Because I want you to think you can trust me! Once you put yourself completely in my hands -- then I can show you how I really feel about you." Suddenly she put her strong arms about me and pulled my satiny bosom to her manly chest. She kissed me powerfully, and released me breathless. "I'm making no promises," She said intensely, "Anything could happen to you once you're completely mine. What I will say is that it will lead to sexual experiences like you've never dreamed of!" "D-Donna!" I tried to catch my breath, "I don't know what to say!" "Don't say anything," She said, "Just think it over tonight. Then, tomorrow, if you really want to be mine, I'll be at Elaine's. But if you come to me, you must come as Evelyn!" "But won't Diane recog--" I stopped in mid-sentence. "Don't worry, Darling," Donna smiled, "Diane's away for a -- visit! Perhaps we'll take you to see her! But the choice is yours. I just hope you choose right!" And she turned and walked rapidly away. All night, it seemed, I squirmed in indecision between my satin sheets. I had discovered when I undressed that I still couldn't get out of the latex chastity belt, since Donna still had the key. So I decided to wear a darling pink strapless shorty-pajam to bed. It clung to my breasts and stroked my bottom very seductively. I was conscious of being very horny, and I longed for masculine relief. But the belt was inflexible. At least a small hole had been considerately put in front, so I could empty my bladder! I kept telling myself that night that I had more important things to think about than going without sex for a little while, but an incredible sexual longing for Donna seemed to permeate my whole mind -- I just couldn't seem to get my thoughts straight! Time and again, I tried to ask myself if there were any similarity between Donna's treatment of me tonight and the withholding of sex that she and Elaine had worked on the hapless Don. I tried to critically evaluate this woman who could so cruelly feminize and enslave her own brother -- to the point of radically altering his body and casually denying him any masculine outlet -- could I really expect her to treat me any differently? Finally I left it at this: Maybe Donna really cared for me. She certainly seemed to. For myself, I'm mature enough to know that my interest in her was purely physical. I mean, sex with this woman was really wild, but I didn't really care for the idea of becoming and staying quite as feminine, as Donna wished. I knew I would have to put a stop to it all soon. For now, however, why not take advantage of Donna's feelings for a final, unconfined fling of sexual delight? If I played my cards right, I could probably have Elaine as well! The only thing I had to do was tell Donna all my business secrets. Once she knew all, she would undoubtedly reward me in a wonderfully physical way, and she'd probably think there was no hurry to do anything further to me. I could have my way with her and Elaine, then -- when the time was right -- break off with both of them and go back to full-time masculinity. Yes, I thought, that sounds like the best way -- for me, anyway. I don't know when I fell asleep, but the sun was high in the sky by the time I awoke. No time to lose, I thought. In just over an hour, I was ready. I had showered, carefully depilating my entire body, made up my face very attractively, styled my long blonde hair, and dressed in a charming outfit of pantihose, flesh-tone undies, and a light summer dress, crocheted in very sexy white silk that played peek-a-boo with my body beneath it. This was set off by white high heels, purse, and a large floppy white hat. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost fell in love with the stunningly seductive picture I made! I was ready to go calling on Elaine and Donna. "...and that, Ladies," I finished, sipping demurely at my third Champagne Cocktail, "Is that!" "Honestly, Evelyn," Elaine beamed with admiration, "I never would have thought that there were so many secrets to running that business of yours! How did you ever remember the numbers on all those secret accounts?" "And those patents, and the Dummy Stockholders... not to mention the secret Loan Arrangements!" Donna was no less admiring. She was dressed as a woman now, in a skimpy halter-and-shorts outfit that made it seem unbelievable that she had ever passed for a man. "Why, it was all I could do to write it all down!" Elaine went on. "I'm surprised you could remember it all!" "Well," I lowered my eyes modestly, feeling my long lashes mingle as a pretty blush crept over my cheeks. "Those secrets are what has made the Company as profitable as it is today. I guess it's only natural that I'd keep them all in my head!" "And such a pretty head, too!" Donna impulsively sprang out of her chair and bent down to give me a kiss. I squirmed a little, feeling renewed pressure inside my chastity belt. "But you must be getting a little warm in that dress," Elaine put in, "I know! How about a swim?" "Perfect!" Donna seconded, "The pool would feel just perfect right about now!" "But-- I didn't..." I had really thought the two ladies and I would go ahead and get it on now. But I decided not to press the point. If they wanted a swim first... and besides, cold water might clear my head! "I didn't bring a swimsuit," I finished. "We've got one that's perfect for you!" I remember getting into a one-piece strapless black swimsuit that seemed to encase my feminine curves tightly as a sausage casing! I remember going out to the pool... but somehow the next thing I knew, we were going someplace in Elaine's car! I blinked. Donna and Elaine were both still in their bathing suits, but they had beach robes on over them. I had no robe but aside from that I was indistinguishable from the other two girls in the car. Did I say "other girls?" A lot of things had changed lately! "Uh -- where did you say we were going?" I ventured. "We were starting to notice just the faintest trace of rebellion in our little Diane," Elaine smiled, "I guess you can't blame her, what with her going around with her male organs locked away -- as yours are -- for so long, forced to look and act as feminine as possible. And with Donna and I just carrying on shamelessly in front of her! Well, anyway, like I said: Diane was getting just the teensiest bit rebellious. And then we heard about Doctor A. Gretchen Geiger!" Elaine saw the question in my look and went on, even as she piloted the car skillfully across town. "Doctor Geiger is a specialist in Female Domination of the Male. She has just all kinds of degrees in medicine and psychiatry and all that, and she guarantees that she can mold any man completely to the desires of any woman. So naturally, she seemed like the perfect one to take charge of Diane!" Naturally! The casualness of Elaine's words chilled me. She had very coolly put her own husband into the hands of a professional dominatrix. And Donna had gone along with it! "H-How long has Diane been there?" I asked. "Just since Yesterday, Darling," Elaine answered. "And it's not 'there', it's 'here'. We've arrived!" So saying, Elaine deftly pulled the car into a parking space at the curb. I noticed that the neighborhood around us was an older one, racially mixed, and that a few of the houses had been converted into businesses. One of these large old houses, just down the street, stood apart from the rest, surrounded by thick shrubbery and bordered on three sides by vacant lots. Donna opened the car door. "Come on, Evelyn!" "0h, but girls--" I hesitated, instinctively holding one hand over my skimpily-covered breasts while I gestured down at my bare legs with the other. "I-I can't walk down the street like this! I just couldn't!" "Nonsense, Evelyn!" Elaine got out, locking her car door, and came around to the passenger side of the car where Donna stood waiting impatiently. "We'll all just look like three girls returning from a morning at the Beach! Come on, now; we're going in and I'm certain you don't want to wait out here on this busy street in this hot car!" Nervously, I complied. I felt so shy, walking the short distance down the street with the two women that my knees actually trembled. I could feel the eyes of every young man on the street -- and there were quite a few -- glued to the three of us. It was so awful, being ogled by men that way when I was a man myself! I certainly didn't look it, though! I shivered in my brief swim suit despite the warmth of the day. At last we reached the old Brownstone House. Above the doorbell, a brass plate said simply: A. G. GEIGER SERVICES But as Donna reached out to push the bell, the door was opened by a smiling young blonde woman in a nurse's uniform. "Ah!" Her cool blue eyes lighted up at the sight of us. "You vill be the Osburne's! Please to come in! I am Angel!" Angel indeed! Her fresh complexion, petite stature, and pig-tailed blonde hair made her look like an innocent teenager. But her seamed stockings, high heels, and the way her lovely body undulated inside the tight uniform were anything but saintly! She smiled knowingly at me as we entered, and as she passed behind me, I felt a light but very distinct pinch on my rounded bottom! As I looked at her in surprise, she gave me a naughty wink, and I'd swear I saw the tip of her tongue dart out between her lips! "This vay, please," The trace of accent in her voice was as intriguing as her sly sexuality. I wondered if she knew that I was a man, and was giving me special treatment. Or could she simply be an aggressive lesbian, turned on my womanly figure and scant attire? A second later, however, we were ushered into the office of Doctor A. Gretchen Geiger, and I was again lost in wonder. Dr. Geiger was Black! I know, there's nothing so remarkable about a Black Woman in the medical profession these days, but with the German name and the blonde nurse, I just hadn't been expecting anything like this! "This" was Doctor A. Gretchen Geiger. Tall -- well over Six Feet -- and athletically built. Her jet black skin clashed excitingly with her white uniform, just as her intelligent, aristocratic face contrasted with her smoothly rippling muscles. This was truly a woman to be reckoned with! And what about me? I certainly didn't look like a man to be reckoned with anymore as I stood there nervously, breasts and bottom almost spilling out of my swim suit. It was terribly frightening to be here this way: a man, looking incredibly feminine, male organs locked away behind a latex pussy, breasts jutting out before me, long blonde hair tickling my bare shoulders, wearing nothing but swim suit and sandals. And being coolly surveyed by this arrogant Amazon and her mischievous nurse as Elaine made formal introductions. "Evelyn!" Dr. Geiger raised an interested eyebrow at me, "Elaine and Donna have told me so much about you! But, of course, you're here to look in on Diane, aren't you?" "Well, we..." I was still using the soft voice that seemed a permanent part of me now, "That is -- Elaine and Donna thought..." "Say no more," Her voice was a soft command. "I'll have Angel show you girls to Diane's Training Room. I'm sure you'll find it fascinating." She turned to the tiny blonde. "Angel? Will you do the honors?" "A pleasure, Doktor!" Angel beamed. "Mesdames, you follow me?" We had barely left the office and started down a wide corridor, however, when Dr. Geiger yoo-hooed to us from her office. "I have a call here for Don and Elaine Osburne," She said, sticking her head out the door. "Is that you, Donna?" "Oh my," Donna said, "It certainly is.' May we take it in your office, Doctor?" "Please call me Gretchen. And you certainly may," she smiled at them, then addressed her nurse: "Angel, you and Evelyn might as well go ahead and look in on Diane. We'll join you later." And before I knew it, I was alone in the hallway with the delighted Angel, who was leading me eagerly by the hand! "Ah, I just cannot vait until you see our Poor Diane," She smiled, "The things ve do to her vould be simply horrible -- if they vere not so amusing!" "Uh- what exactly are you doing to her?" I asked, terribly conscious of this girl's eager hands hovering about my feminine body. "Much Bondage and Discipline, of course," Angel said matter-of-factly, "Plus intensive hormone treatment and feminine conditioning, Fraulein Doktor believes that the best vay to condition a subject is to make her totally feminine -- almost -- for short periods of time. The male features shrink, and the female tendencies become more and more pronounced, until the subject begins to think and act completely like a woman!" "W-what happens then?" I asked. "Then ve decrease the treatment!" Angel smiled, "Not enough to reverse the process completely, but just enough so to make the subject feel strong masculine urges once more! Of course, by this time the male organs are quite small," She giggled, "And it is so amusing to see these frustrated former men vith their tiny erections! Of course, ve permit them no sexual relief. In effect, ve turn them into Lesbians, or perhaps bi-sexuals. Then, it is time for the Situational Training!" "Situational Training?" "A bit difficult to explain, perhaps," Angel frowned thoughtfully, then went on, "You see, for a quite long time, the subject has been completely at the command of Fraulein Doktor. The behavior, the emotions, the shape of the body even, have all been precisely dictated. But now it is time for the subject to have an experience outside of the Doktor's protection!" "What kind of experience?" I felt consumed with dread and curiosity. "Ah!" Angel looked delighted at my morbid interest. "Fraulein Doktor makes some very fine predicaments for these Male Lesbians! She may put them to work for a time as Strippers, or Massage-Parlor Attendants. If they are lucky, she may let them be Maids or Secretaries. If they are un-cooperative, however... One time, ve dyed a subject's skin black and made him spend three veeks on the Bloc in a Marrakesh slave market: Ve vere vacationing there at the time, and of course ve tried to make certain that our tiny she/male vould not be sold, but it vas all quite unreliable: Each day, our pretty Black Male Lesbian had to suffer the terror of being brought out on the Bloc and having all her charms displayed for the very interested men and women buyers: And each night, she had to suffer the ridicule and ill-use of the genuine female slaves, who knew that she had formerly been a white American male, and delighted in frustrating her masculine longings: Oh, it vas quite amusing! But here is our Poor Diane!" We had rounded a corner, and I suddenly found myself looking through a see-through mirror at a strange tableau. In a mirror-lined room, Diane -- who had once been my male partner Don -- was bound, suspended in a strange doubled-over pose. Shoulder-length black leather gloves held her arms behind her, elbow- to-elbow. A matching pair of thigh-length high heeled boots forced her legs straight, spread in an inverted Vee. Her only other clothing was a wide, uncomfortable-looking leather collar. With an incredibly complicated series of leather cords, she had been forced to bend way over, her head almost between her legs. Secure straps held her upright this way, and I could see that her full, firm breasts flaunted out as boldly as her up-turned, vulnerable ass. Worst of all, perhaps, she was forced to see this shameful picture reflected back at her from a dozen angles in the mirrored walls as a soft, tape- recorded voice repeated in the background: "You meek, submissive little girl! How you love your soft, smooth skin, your lovely breasts and your pretty, feminine bottom! Perhaps someday you will thrill to masculine kisses and long to feel a man's strong hands exploring your most intimate curves. Or perhaps you will delight in becoming totally feminine, eagerly servicing your Mistress and her Girl-friends and wishing that you could only be as they...." The voice tinkled softly on as Angel whispered breathlessly in my ear. "Every few hours, ve alternate the bondage with forced training in feminine manners, spankings and -- other things! It helps the blood to circulate!" I could scarcely believe the delight this cute little blonde showed at such cruelty! "How-how did you get her tied that way?" I asked. "It interests you, yes?" I nodded, speechless. "Yes," Angel smiled, "But so simple, really. I vill show you. But first, put on more clothing!" The idea of getting more coverage for my swim suit-clad body was so appealing that I did not immediately inspect the clothing that Angel brought out for me. I eagerly-doffed my sandals and stepped into leather boots that zipped up in the back with heavy metal zippers -- Clear up to my thighs, I noted with surprise. I was busy trying to accustom myself to the high heels, and didn't really notice too much as Angel pulled a pair of dark gloves onto me, over my hands and clear up my arms, almost to my shoulders. But when Angel drew my arms gently behind me and I felt an ominous, sharp "tug", I started with alarm. "Angel!" I squirmed. "What is this? You've tied my wrists behind me!" "But of course!" She smiled, "You vanted to see how Diane vas bound, and I show you! Hold your head still as I fasten on the collar... There! Is this not vhat you vished?" "NO!" I squealed. Trying to keep the panic out of my voice, I tremblingly explained, "It must be the Language. I meant that I was interested in Diane's bondage, but--" "But I understand so vell, my little Shy One!" Angel laughed softly as she ducked down behind me. I thought that she would undo my wrists, but when she rose I found that she had actually hobbled my knees with a short tether. To my further alarm, she began working on my elbows with some sort of bondage as she continued talking: "I learned in my very first year in this land that the vords 'interest' and 'vant' are one and the same," She explained, I tried to turn my head to see what she was doing behind me, but the high collar around my neck restricted my head movement too much. All I could do was listen as she continued in her imperfect English: "So vhen you express 'interest' in Poor Diane's predicament, you express 'desire', yes? Yes! Hmmm," She slowly walked around me, studying my high-heeled, knee-hobbled, wrist-and-elbow-bound, high- collared plight. "But naturally! Vith the bathing suit, you must have also the bathing cap!" Quickly, she fetched a black latex rubber bathing cap with an extra- wide chin strap, and secured it tightly about my head. Although I could now barely open my lipsticked mouth, I was about to protest when Dr. Geiger's voice suddenly crackled over an intercom: "Angel, bring Evelyn and come at once. Our guests must leave now!" Help at last, I thought. Now Angel would release me and Donna would get me out of this dangerous house! To my surprise, however, Angel merely clipped a leash to the front of my collar and began leading me back the way we had come. "Angel!" I cried, bending forward, off-balance, as I tried to keep up with her, "Didn't you hear the Doctor? You must release me!" "Oh no, Darling!" She replied, "Fraulein Doktor said merely to 'bring' you, not to 'release' you! Perhaps it is you who do not know English!" She turned to me as she walked, her eyes brighter than ever with sexy mischief. "My! How nicely the knee-hobble makes the bottom viggle!" At last we entered Dr. Geiger's office again, and I don't know which was worse: The sight of myself in the Doctor's mirror, encased in black leather and latex, my bound arms and my collar forcing me to stick out my breasts, and my bottom -- as Angel had noted -- undulating wildly with each step. Or the gales of laughter from Elaine and Donna as they took in the sight of me, forced into such a silly, helpless state by this mere slip of a girl! "Hee-hee-hee!" Elaine started to regain her composure first. "You look so-so--Ha! Ha-ha!" "Whatever were you two doing down there, Sweet?" Donna asked. Angel spoke before I could answer, and I felt a huge blush cover me as she said: "Little Evelyn asked me to fix her like Poor Diane! Is she not lovely thus?" "Yes indeed!" Donna agreed, "And very sexy as well," For the first time, I noticed that she and Elaine had changed clothes. Donna was now wearing a smart business suit, and I knew from experience that with very little grooming, she could soon be "Don" again. And Elaine now wore an elegant dress. Of all the girls in the room, only I was still garbed in scanty attire, and my realization of this made me blush all over again. "D-Donna!" I found my voice at last. Inside the tight bathing cap, my mind was spinning with questions, but all I could ask was, "What are you doing, dressed like that?" "Emergency stockholders' meeting, Love," She said, still trying to suppress a smile, "Our dividends have increased sharply since I came on the scene, and the Board of Directors wants to make me some kind of offer. Angel, you'd better get Evelyn out of that get-up!" "Yes Madame!" The words were music to my ears, and I breathed a sigh of relief as Angel took a large pair of scissors and stepped behind me. I heard the welcome sound of clipping... Something was wrong! I gasped in shock as my swimming suit began falling away from my body! Before I could move, my single garment was a ragged puddle around my feet, and my nude, feminine torso was exposed to four pairs of amused eyes! "Angel! No!" I squealed. The girl stepped back, and I tried to twist and hobble this way and that, seeking some concealment for my awful nakedness. But everywhere I looked, there was a smiling woman, eyeing my brazenly displayed curves and my coy near-pussy. "Is this not what you vished, Madame?" Angel asked innocently. "Not quite, Dear," Donna still couldn't, completely control her laughter at seeing my condition get even worse. "But it's too late now. We must be going!" "But Donna!" I protested, "I can't go out like this!" I writhed in my tight bondage, feeling the awful cramp of my high heels and bound elbows. "That's right, Lover. You can't!" The girls were already leaving the office. Desperately, I hobbled to keep up. "There's no way you could get down this street in just boots and gloves -- plus that charming cap, of course -- without getting carried off by a group of mischievous girls or some horny guy -- or both," Elaine explained, quite unnecessarily. "The way you flash those sexy boobs of yours in that bondage is positively shameless! I guess Don and I will just have to go to the meeting without you. Fortunately, we know enough now to run things just fine, all by ourselves!" "But-but what about me?" I quivered. The women had already reached the front door, and I shrank back as Donna cracked it open. "Oh, Doctor Geiger will bring you back to us later," She said, "Say in about Three Months, Gretchen?" "Six Months," The tall black woman replied, "Remember, I'm doing two of them!" "Fine!" Elaine smiled, "By that time, we should have all the arrangements made!" As the two departing women stepped out onto the porch, in the bright sunlight, Donna turned to me. A trace of cruel amusement played about her lips as she winked and blew me a kiss. "Are you sure you're too shy to come out with us, Sweetie? Such a shame! Oh well. Ta-ta, Lover! I can't wait till you see all the changes Elaine and I have made when you and Diane come back to us -- as our matching Male-Lesbian Sex-Toys!" For just a second, I started to run after them. Then, I saw a group of black girls strolling down the street and my nerve failed me. I cowered back inside. And then it was too late. Doctor Geiger closed the door and faced me with a smile. "Time to get started, Girlie!" An hour later. In the mirrored training room, a music box tinkled a merry minuet. Facing each other across the room, Diane and I continued our dance. "Step-step-step, Step-step-step... Knees high, girls!" Gretchen ordered. In perfect time to the music, Diane and I pranced daintily toward each other. The tether had been removed from my knees, so that I could do the painfully high steps in the tight boots, and my wrists had been unbound. My elbows stayed tied, however, so that my gloved forearms waved out from my sides in silly, limp-wristed uselessness. The high collar and tight bathing cap remained, forcing me to hold my head up high. Between my legs, the latex chastity device still confined my manhood. The fun-loving Doctor and nurse had added one item to my costume, however: A rigid leather corset with a ruffled black skirt, only six inches long, was wrapped tightly about my waist in a mockery of a dancer's tu-tu. Beneath it, my bare rump still wiggled with each step, and above the corset, my nude breasts still flaunted out shamefully. Diane's costume and bonds had been altered into perfect copies of my own. As I saw the myriad reflections of us, strutting about, in the mirrored walls, I often could not tell which was which. And wondered if it mattered to anyone but me. "Step-step-step, Step-step-step... And turn. And step. And curtsey. And step!" But there is no time to think. Must remember the proper moves. The correct sequence. And above all, keep in time! Diane and I reach the center of the room, facing each other. We curtsey daintily, and I can see in the mirrors that this move flaunts out our bottoms before our amused Mistresses. Then we execute a flawless pirouette, spinning about on tip-toe to face each other again. Now, following explicit instructions, we bend forward and kiss each other on the lips, holding the kiss for four measured beats as our nipples touch. The teasing contact somehow makes my imprisoned cock try to swell, despite the awful shame of it. "Now up. And curtsey. And step. And turn!" We straighten, do another curtsey, and each take a half-step to the right, knees high. We still face each other, now each just slightly to the other's left. "And bow. And kiss. And hold. And hold." Still in perfect time, we bow deeply beside each other. This movement, done properly, puts one of Diane's pink bottom-cheeks close to my mouth, and I obediently turn my head and kiss her round, bare rump, as she does mine. It will be easier if I can forget that she ever was a man. Just try to remember the steps! Moving to the measured, merry rhythm, we straighten and begin walking away from each other, to the opposite side from which I started. I am approaching Angel now, and I see her smile widen in anticipation as she studies my high-stepping, hip-swinging, breast-jiggling gait. She stifles a laugh. And readies the paddle in her hand. All around me, the mirrored walls repeat the scene in shameful infinity. I mince up to Angel. And step. And curtsey. And turn. And bow, my ass upraised before her. With gleeful skill, Angel lands four strokes of the paddle across my defenseless rump. I dread her end of the room most of all. Gretchen is stronger, I think, but Angel is more enthusiastic. But I rise. And step. And turn. And smile. "Thank you, Mis-tress, Ver-ry Much!" My words must be spoken in time to the music, and now Angel giggles in spite of herself, as I burn with shame. To think that only yesterday, I was a wealthy, influential man, arrogantly planning to use two women for my exclusive sexual pleasure. And now I'm a half-sexed near- lesbian, naked, and at the mercy of this wicked little nymph! Can't think about it now. I must pirouette about and face Diane once more. Begin again. "And step. And step... Aren't the she/males doing nicely, Angel Dear?" "Oh yes, my Love!" Angel enthuses, "I cannot vait until ve start the Situational Training. Perhaps ve could turn them into Little Girl Babies and let some of the neighborhood ladies baby-sit them. Or make Pony-Girls of them and board them at a riding-stable! Vhat do you think, Darling?" "Well," Gretchen continues the rhythm, "Step high. Knee high. And turn. And step... You know, I've been thinking about how lovely the Slaves look in Marrakesh this time of year! "And bow. And kiss. And hold. And hold . . . ."