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GIRLIE By "c.c." I lay quite still on the makeup table at the back of JOSIES TV BOUTIQUE as the soft-featured young Doctor prepared the injection A slight squirm of unease went over me as Josie, the attractive middle-aged woman who owned the place, ran a hand up my smooth legs and gently caressed my cock and balls. "Get ready to go bye-bye, Little Dickie!" she smiled. "You too, Mr. Clark," the Doctor said. I felt the needle in my arm... a warm drowsiness. As the my mind wandered back to the situation that led me, a wealthy heterosexual male, to this shemale transformation. All up and down the corporate ladder at Harfield and Bitt Insurance, I was known as a "rising young executive". Junior Execs heard of my successes and shook their heads with envy. The senior men looked down at me with worry that I would someday have their jobs. But for right now, I was bringing so much money into the firm that no one could stop my climb up the ladder. I've always had one of those minds that can grasp a problem and find the best solution to it, no matter how unorthodox it might seem. Everyone from the top down realized that it was my use of unconventional tactics in problem-solving that was largely responsible for putting H & E into the "Top 400" last year. So it came as no surprise to me when Norm Bitt, a Junior Vic President, called me into his office and gave me the Mammoth Case: "I don't need to tell you how important this matter is to us," he said, "that six million we paid out to Mammoth hurt. And now we want it back!" How well I knew it! A few months ago a highly valuable chemical formula for a new medical product had been stolen from the labs of Mammoth Pharmaceuticals. I recalled that the formula had been for a product called "Syn-Flesh", a synthetic, rubber-like substitute skin that would be used someday in place of skin grafts. The stuff was supposed to be just like soft rubber, but stronger and more porous, so that a person could wear it on their face or body for months if need be, to hide scars or burns while the skin beneath it healed. Such a product was obviously worth its weight in Computer Chips on the market, and we at Harfield and Bitt had been paid handsomely to insure the formula against theft. Well, as I say, the formula had been stolen and H & B had made good the loss. But we hadn't liked it a damn bit, and the company big-wigs had been busting their butts ever since trying to find out Who Done It.... Of course, we had a pretty good idea who had pulled off the theft, but proving it was another matter. And it seemed that recovering the money would be even trickier. Norm Bitt outlined the case to me, but I was already familiar with it: One of the lab technicians, a sexy-looking blonde named Kaye Douglas, had quit the firm soon after the theft. She was now living in upstate New York, at a YWCA-type place, apparently getting by on odd jobs. But last month, in a small New Jersey suburb, something startling had happened. A woman named Karen Douglas had borrowed Three Million dollars from a bank with Mob connections and used the money to set up an ultra- high class whorehouse. Our investigation into this had turned up some interesting things: First of all, Karen Douglas had paid back her loan in full within a week of opening up. Secondly, the local law-enforcement agents were apparently being paid handsomely to look the other way. Besides under-the-table payoffs, Karen Douglas gave generously for local charities and civic improvements.... So generously in fact, that no one in the area was willing to help us investigate the source of her wealth. And from what we could hear, the enterprising Ms Douglas was doing very well indeed. Her girls were clean, beautiful, and highly paid. And they catered to any sexual kink that a client might have. The House was discretely close to several large cities, easily accessible on the Interstate but private enough so that even the best-known celebrities could feel safe when visiting. And not all those celebrities were men; Apparently several rather well- known women enjoyed lesbian delights at Karen's House of Pleasure! But the most interesting thing we learned was that Karen Douglas was the older sister of Kaye Douglas -- the girl who had left Mammoth Pharmaceuticals shortly after the theft of a secret worth millions! The undercover detectives on our staff had tried to get close to Kaye Douglas, to get some lead on how she had sold the formula -- because she obviously had stolen it -- to whom, and how the money had been relayed to her sister Karen. We were also curious about just what Kaye herself had gotten out of this deal. But all their investigations had failed. The last report finished up: - - - - Agent C tried to establish a relationship with Subject but was rudely rebuffed. Subject seems to prefer the company of women, and one woman in particular, a Black Female 25 years of age named Carla Nell. The two girls share a room and can usually be seen at the Facility's Indoor pool" I put down the report and looked up at Norm Bitt, already picturing myself behind his desk. "No problem, Mr. Bitt," I tugged at the vest of my three-piece suit and straightened my expensive silk tie. "With a little help, I can get that bitch into court, testifying for us, in three months, at the latest." "What do you mean a little help?" Norm asked cautiously. "This has to be done entirely by the Firm, remember. If an outsider tracks down the formula and the money for us, were required to pay him a fifteen percent recovery fee. On the other hand, if you can do this job by yourself, I can guarantee you a Vice Presidency!" "Don't worry," I said. "All I need is for someone from the company to go into Federal court and swear out a warrant, charging Kaye Douglas with Grand Theft and Bond Forfeiture." "But we can't prove-- " Norm started stupidly. "We won't have to prove a thing," I interrupted, "What that warrant will do is enable me to grab Kaye Douglas and bring her back here to Chicago legally. Since we're the Bonding Company for Mammoth Pharmaceuticals, that makes me her Bondsman, giving me power to transport her across State lines without extradition. And I can promise you that by the time I get her back here, she'll be singing her head off!" You see, I had already analyzed the problem and worked out a plan of attack. Step One, would be to get close enough to Kaye Douglas to find out what she had done with the formula and the money from selling it. Step Two would be to drag her back to our Home Office in Chicago and persuade her to turn State's Evidence in exchange for a light sentence Then we could go after the woman who now, apparently, had our money: Kaye's sister Karen! All that had happened a month before I underwent my transformation at JOSIES TV BOUTIQUE. A little exploration into Chicago's Twilight World had led me to this place, which had a reputation for giving the most complete service available to transvestites and transsexuals. Not that I'm a TV myself, you understand. Despite my short stature, slender build, and rather fine features, I'm all Man. But I knew that if I was going to get close to Kaye Douglas, I was going to have to change considerably: Only a woman could penetrate Ms Douglas' defenses! Oh. I suppose I could have hired a female PI for the job, but I needed someone I could trust implicitly. Someone who'd know just what we were looking for and when to strike. And someone who wouldn't be greedy for reward money. No, this was a job that I'd have to do by myself. And to get it done, I had to become a woman! I say that casually, but it was really a tough decision to make. I had done some reading on the subject of transsexualism, and had learned that a partial sex-change -- temporary and totally reversible -- was possible. But it was terribly difficult for me, a man, to steel my nerves up for this. But then I thought of the unlimited opportunities for advancement that were mine, if only I could pull this off. And, I reminded myself, once it was over, I could always return to Manhood.... And so it was that I spoke to Josie, the owner of the boutique, and her physician-partner. "That's what I need," I finished. "A totally feminine appearance from head to toe, inside and out. It's got to be completely convincing--and completely reversible!" "Mr. Clark," the Doctor started. "It's just not possi. - -" I pushed two Thousand Dollars across the table. "It would take months of--" The Doctor stared at the bills. I matched them with two more. "-- weeks. - -" I started to take one away. "Ummm, get undressed and let's see what were working with," he finished quickly. The entire process did end up taking more than a month, but I definitely got my money's worth out of it. The Doctor kept me on a rigid program of carefully prescribed diet, exercise, shots and hormones while Josie schooled me in the arts of makeup, dress, and feminine deportment. Sometimes twelve or fourteen hours a day, I would bend, stretch, apply makeup, practice walking, dressing, undressing, doing up my hair and nails--- It was exhausting! And I must say that Josie and I didn't exactly get along. I guess she was used to dominating submissive TVs or something, while I felt strongly that since I was paying the bills, I should call the shots. Several times, I felt her attempting to dominate me, and each time I responded defiantly, firmly, and sometimes rudely. No way was a woman going to boss me around! But this session on the operating table was to be the payoff, and the three of us were ready for it. "You understand now -er- Mr - Clark, the Doctor spoke as the anaesthetic took effect, "I won't actually be removing your male organs. What I am going to do is fasten an artificial vagina to your crotch, such as many pre-operative transsexuals wear. Once in place, it will enable you to function totally as a woman. But it will also cover your male organ completely, rendering you incapable of performing as a man. You may feel like a man, but you certainly won't look like one. And I'm afraid that every time you get an erection inside that false vagina, the pressure in that confined space will be quite painful. In addition, the shots I'm going to give you will cause your breasts to swell out considerably, and to a lesser degree your hips and buttocks." "In short, Mr. Clark," Josie finished brightly. "Along with my beauty tips and femmish training, it'II be the complete feminine disguise you asked for. What do you think of that?" But I was already nodding into oblivion as the drug took effect. When I awoke, I was alone in the make-shift operating room at the back of Josie's Boutique. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and got up on one elbow. There was an odd jiggle to my chest, a sort of swaying heaviness. I moved my legs to get my balance and felt them slide across each other, smooth and closer than before. I looked down. At the curvy, sexy, female body that was now mine! Ripe, rounded breasts with dark aureoles now jutted from my chest, bouncing delightfully with every move. Below this, my waist nipped in -- the result of Josie's figure training -- and my hips swelled out by a nicely rounded plumpish bottom. And there, between my smooth-shaven legs, where I was used to seeing my cock and balls, was a gently-swelling triangle of soft hair, light brown to match my own. I explored it carefully with my fingers, touching the false-but-real feeling lips beneath. The yielding opening of the false vagina between my legs. I reached my other hand up and stroked my very real nipples, watching them grow and stiffen. "Playing with your new toys, Dear?" Josie's laughing voice startled me. I looked up guiltily to see her and the Doctor standing in the doorway that separated the operating room from the rest of the shop. "My, you certainly turned out very - urn- nicely!" The Doctor coughed- "Come on!" Josie laughed, "Getup from there and well get you started on a new wardrobe!" Hesitantly., shivering a little, I got to my feet, feeling uncomfortably aware of their eyes on my feminine nudity. "But-but what about the clothes I wore in here?" I asked meekly. "Oh, those would never fit you now, Little Miss!" Josie scoffed and put a warm hand around my naked back as I tiptoed to the doorway. I held back. "But there II be people out there!" I protested weakly, still a little numb from the anesthetic, "And I'm all- I'm all -" I gestured down at my feminized, unclad body, my rounded breasts, shapely legs, and soft- looking pussy, totally nude. "We're very understanding here, Darling," Josie urged, pushing me forward, "Really we are!" And before I knew it, I was standing out there in the Boutique, surrounded by all sorts of lacy clothing and smiling customers-- Completely feminine and naked! But I certainly wasn't naked long! In seconds, Josie had me dressed in a transparent baby-doll nightie of see-through pink nylon, trimmed in white fluff with matching panties and high-heeled white silk mules. The dozen or so customers in the shop looked on approvingly as I obediently strutted about in this outfit under Josie's direction. I felt my thrusting breasts jiggling wildly in front of me, and my rounded bottom swishing saucily from side to side. A few onlookers whistled. Then it was a strapless evening gown, made of strong, silky black satin, slit up one side nearly to the hip. I wore dark hose with this, held up by black garters, and tall, tall, black patent leather heels. Elbow- length gloves and a black collar completed the ensemble. Next came an odd "Super Heroine" costume. Red high-heeled boots rose to my calves, and a one-piece strapless bathing suit in red, white and blue covered my torso -- or nearly covered it! The thing was cut so tight that most of my breasts bubbled over the red-and-white striped top. And the panty portion, blue with white stars, kept creeping into the crack of my ass, leaving my bare bottom hanging out! Gold bracelets and a gold tiara mounted in a black wig completed this outfit, and everyone kept laughing at me in it and calling me "Blundie" or "Bubble Boobs" or something like that. This was really getting awkward. By the time Josie had dressed me up as a little girl in a tiny pink party dress, complete with ruffled panties, starched petticoats, white knee-stockings and one-strap white plastic sandals --plus a curly "Shirley Temple" wig and exaggerate childish makeup -- I had come out of my anaesthetized stupor enough to protest. "That does it!" I stamped my cute little foot angrily and reddened as the onlookers giggled. "I'm not into all these 'dress up' games! Get me some normal street clothes and let me out of this Queer Shop!" A hush fell over the dozen or so transvestites around the shop. I saw Josie's lips tense into a thin red line of anger. "Queer Shop?" she snapped. "Is that what you call the Establishment I've worked for years to build up? A Queer Shop? And may I ask just what -s wrong with a little gender-mixing?" I felt suddenly very frightened and embarrassed, standing there dressed as a little girl, my ruffled panties peeking out from below the hem of my starched pink party dress. As I looked around that. roomful of offended feminized faces, I was terribly aware of my new breasts and disguised crotch. "Umm -er-- nothing! Nothing's wrong with it --" I stammered. "It's just - um- not for me!" "Coming from someone who just had the operation you did, that sounds very odd indeed," Josie said coldly, "And rather unconvincing, I might add! Just who do you think you are, Little Girl, to go around insulting my shop and my customers like that! This was getting awfuller every second! I tried to explain. "But-but I paid--" "Yes, you paid me money, " Josie interrupted. "But money doesn't buy my feelings!!! I've a good notion to bar you from the premises for that comment! Yeah! I ought to just throw you out!" She smiled at the thought. "Id be interesting to see just how far youd get out on the street in that dress!" "Or without it!" Someone chimed in. Everyone giggled and I felt a chill run through me. "Oh no! I gasped, "Oh no-- I didn't mean it that way! I really didn't! Please don't throw me out! Oh-- give me Street Clothes, please! I'll pay you! I will! I really respect transvestites! I do!" "Humph!" Josie snorted skeptically. "I'll just bet you'd respect us a lot more if we took away those pretties you're wearing and kicked you outdoors!" "Oh no!" My stomach fluttered at the thought of being turned out on the street as a nude female! I mean, we were in the heart of the downtown area and in the middle of the afternoon! Even with all my money and credit cards, how could I ever get back home with no clothes like this? "Please," I begged. "I do respect you! I do! Let me prove it! I'll do anything!" "Anything?" Josie raised an interested eyebrow. "Well--" I gulped. "I mean. - - I -umm- I wouldn't want to do sex or anything like that..." I shivered in my curls and went on hurriedly, "But anything else! I'd gladly do just anything else to show how much I respect you and -uh- what a wonderful place I think you have here, M- Miss Josie!" It was hard to swallow my pride and talk that, but fear of being tossed out on the street, or maybe just raped right there on the spot, spurred me on. "Hmmm," Josie mused, "Well, you don't have to worry about being forced into sex. I happen not to believe in rape. But since you like this store so much, how about a little modeling?" The onlookers murmured their approval. "M-Modeling?" I asked stupidly. "That's right," Josie insisted. "I've put a lot of work into you, Girlie, and I want everyone to se how pretty you turned out!" I lowered my eyes meekly. I had no choice, really, and everyone there knew it. "All-- All right, Miss Josie,' I said, "What will you have me do?" Oh! What she had me do! Miss Josie was suddenly a whirlwind of activity, whispering instructions to some of her friends, directing others to make phone calls, checking stock - - finally she turned to me. "All right, Little Missie," she said sarcastically. "I think I'II give your modesty a break by letting you change in the dressing room." She gathered up some things. "Come on, Sweetie," her voice dripped with false tenderness. "I'II help you!" Ten minutes later I made my debut as a model. But what a debut! Under Miss Josies direction, I had stripped completely to the buff in the tiny dressing room, keeping only my exaggerated doll-like makeup and my curly wig. "My! Don't you make a scrumptious little Girlie!" Josies eyes swept up and down my smooth body, tsking in my round, bouncing breasts, plump bottom, and furry crotch. "I think III just keep you in Little-Girl Land for a bit!" So saying, she took a large white scarf, made of heavy satin trimmed in black lace, and proceeded to fashion it into a diaper! I blushed beet red as she folded this humiliating thing about my loins and pinned it closed with an oversized rhinestone-studded safety pin. "An excellent start!" Josie beamed. "But Honey, we simply must cover these!" She cupped my massive breasts playfully in her hands, lifting them up to emphasize their sexy feminine size and shape. As if they needed emphasizing! "Now what shall we - - - I have it!" And she produced a long narrow scarf of purple nylon net, with tassels at the ends. This she gaily draped over my shoulders, leaving the ends to hang down in front. It was long enough that it ran down clear to my waist, but the net was so sheer that my pink skin was clearly through it. And of course it left my back bare! I saw myself in a nearby mirror, ass wrapped in the scanty lace diaper, huge breasts teasingly covered by the skimpy see-through scarf. - - and I felt myself quiver with embarrassment. "Oh please, Miss Josie," I gasped, "Don't make me go out there like this! Give me more to wear!" "Why of course, Dear!" Josie smiled, "But Honey, why don't you call me 'Mistress' from now on, Okay? I like that much better!" "Y-Yes Mistress!" I said eagerly. "Anything! Only please give me more clothes, Mistress!" "All right, Sweetie-cakes," Josie said, "Here!" Some clothes! Josie laughingly tied a huge white ribbon in my hair, making an even more childish arrangement. Then she had me step into high heeled white fur slippers with little pink pom-poms on the toes. Finally she handed me a huge pink teddy bear. "There!" she smiled. "All set! Now go out and model for the nice people, Little Girle!" My jaw dropped in horror at the thought. I saw myself in the mirror, a sexy feminine caricature of a baby girl, and a chill went up and down my naked spine. "No! Oh no!" I gasped, "Not that! Not like this! Oh please Mistress, no!" Josie's eyes narrowed and her chin thrust out. "Move!" she snapped. "Either out there in the showroom or outside! And don't think I won't kick you out just as you are now if you give me the least bit of trouble! Now mince out there. Go on -- Mince!" And so -- the very picture of an attractive young lady humiliatingly garbed as a baby -- I sauntered out before the crowd. Whistles and cries of admiration greeted my debut. The crowd of customers seemed to have nearly doubled! I tried to make my mind a blank as I sauntered among them, turning this way and that as they insisted on seeing me front and back. Mischievous hands tugged at my diaper and pinched the backs of my smooth, curvy legs as I walked. "How cute!" "What an adorable little girl!" "Oh! But baby needs a pacifier!" Someone suggested, "That pretty mouth just looks made to suck on something!" Immediately, a laughing customer shoved a huge rubber pacifier into my mouth. I sucked on it obediently, thankful that they hadn't thought of a dildo -- or anything worse! Then Josie approached me. "Now Girlie," she ordered. "I want you to show us what a Baby you really are! Get down on your hands and knees!" I did so, and suddenly all I could see was a forest of legs around me, some in slacks, but most wearing skirts. "Now crawl, Baby!" Josie gestured toward three small steps that led up to another room. "There's a Playpen in there! I want you to show everyone what a good little Baby you are by getting into the playpen and staying there until Mother says you may leave -- Understand,. Baby?" I nodded, feeling miserable, and started crawling- It was horrible! My pendulous breasts swayed with every move, swinging too wildly for the net scarf to cover them. And my lacy diaper had slipped down until fully half my round pink bottom was exposed. But the worst was yet to come. For as I crawled up the short steps and into the room beyond, I realized it was a display window! This horrid fact had just dawned on me when I heard the door snap shut behind me. I was locked out here in the window display! "Well Baby?" Josie's dominant tones issued from a small peep hole. "Aren't you going to get in your nice playpen? After all, everyone's going to see you out there anyway, and you don't want to make Mommy mad, do you?" People were already stopping on the sidewalk and looking in at me. I wanted to scream, cry, get up and run out of there -- anything! But I knew there was no escape for me. Somehow I forced myself to crawl over to the playpen and climb inside. Oh, how can I describe how awful it felt being put on display like that, feminized, half-bare, and baby-clothed! Josie's store, predictably, was set in the heart of a large gay community, and as the people in the street pointed at me in the window and smiled, I knew that they knew -- the way Gays just know -that I was a man. And that somehow made my predicament seem all the worse. I don't know how much time I spent out there, sitting miserably in that playpen. But finally Josie opened the tiny door and, to my relief, ordered me to crawl back into the shop. Here, I found that my display-window ordeal had definitely been good for business! The shop was crowded with customers of both sexes, all eager to admire my feminine charms. And as Josie ushered me back into the dressing room, I realized that she certainly didn't intend to disappoint them! In short order, my makeup was altered into a more dramatic, adult style, with dark eye shadow, sulky red lips and an auburn wig styled into wavy tresses. Josie clasped a gaudy costume-jewelry necklace about my delicate throat, then added matching bracelets and pendant earrings. Then she ordered me to don a tight black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and black patent leather shoes with five-inch heels. "Now for the finishing touch, Darling," Josie rummaged around in a trunk and finally came up with a long fake-fur stole. "There you are!" She beamed as she draped it around my shoulders. "All dressed!" "Dressed?!?" I clutched the thick stole to my naked torso in shock. "Dressed? In this thing?" Josie shot me a warning look. "You forgot to call me 'Mistress' Darling," she spoke with barely- controlled annoyance. "The next time, I think that will, call for a spanking!" "Oh -I'm- I'm sorry, Mistress," I hastened to make amends. "But can't I have more to wear? Please Mistress?" "Not after that outburst," Josie said coldly. "Now wrap that thing around you and get out there -- or face the consequences!" Trembling, I pulled the fur stole close around me. By adjusting it just so and walking very very carefully, I found that I could just cover my breasts and pussy with it. But of course I had to hold one arm up to my bosom and keep the other hand down over my crotch at all times. Walking out into the show room this way, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and wished I could die on the spot. My legs seemed much longer in the high-heeled shoes, and the dark fish-net stockings gave them an intriguingly sensuous look. The furs and jewelry enhanced my femininity even further, adding a touch of elegance to my nudity. For as I surveyed myself in the mirror, I saw to my shame that my hips, ass, sides, back, and most of my bosom were completely bare! Acutely self-conscious, I strolled among the shoppers, posing, pirouetting, even curtseying for their amusement. I felt my naked bottom sway saucily from side to side as I strutted in the heels, and my breasts jiggled in accompaniment. I heard the silken swish of my stockinged legs rubbing together, and the mocking tinkle of my bracelets and earrings. And most of all, I felt the hot eyes of the onlookers, enjoying my sexy plight. And then it was out into the display window again, posing and parading for the passersby, and now I really feared that I might get into serious trouble. I mean, my bottom was completely exposed and the lush for fur stole kept sliding about, giving teasing glimpses of my areas of feminine modesty. What if I were arrested for Indecent Exposure? How could I ever explain this? Worse yet, how would I ever get out? I had laid out a great deal of money for a feminine disguise that would pass even the closest of scrutiny. Now, I knew that if I were arrested, I would undoubtedly be mistaken for a woman and treated like one. A deep, cold fear, such as I hadn't felt since childhood came over me as I saw visions of myself in a Woman's Jail, locked away among prostitutes and lesbians, forced to live as one of them. "Ready to come out of that window, Girlie?" Josie's voice came as a weird relief to me. "Oh yes! Oh yes, Mistress!" bubbled gratefully as I scampered to tiny door. "All right dear, but there's just one more outfit I want you to model for me Promise now?" "Yes! Yes, I promise Mistress! Anything! Just let me out of this awful window!" I barely noticed the crowd of amused shoppers as I followed Josie thankfully back to the dressing room. There, I saw what I had been praying for: An elegant Men's Three-Piece Suit, complete with shirt, shoes, and necktie. "Like it, Girlie?" Josie smilingly displayed the suit to me and showed off its special features. "It looks just like an ordinary suit of male clothing, but I've adapted it especially to your needs. "The shirt is specially padded with a bandeau to compress those lovely breasts of yours, and padding to fill out your arms and shoulders where the hormone treatments have changed your former male build. The jacket and vest are reinforced to complete that effect. And the pants are designed to minimize your full ass and hips, even while they pad and fill out your narrow waist. In short, all you have to do is take off your makeup and put on this suit to become a man again!" "Oh Mistress!" I gasped in relief, admiration and envy. "I can't wait to model it for you! It's beautiful!" "Oh no, Darling," Josie smiled matter-of-factly. "This is not the suit you're going to model for me. It's the suit that you'll have an opportunity to buy from me -- after you've finished modeling a rather different little number! Now strip!" In a few seconds, I was naked again, shivering, clutching my arms about me for some protection as I wondered how I had let myself get into such a bizarre predicament. Nude and feminized at the mercy of this playful clothes-designer! I wondered, too, where my wallet and keys had, been taken while I slept Without them, I was completely helpless. The thought made me feel even more nude and defenseless! But there was even worse in store for me. Josie strapped some sort of harness about my shoulders with straps that criss-crossed over my chest, lifting and separating my shapely breasts. Leather cuffs went on my wrists. Then, to my surprise, Josie pulled my right wrist behind me and secured it to my left shoulder strap! "Ooogh!" I groaned. "Mistress! Th-that's terribly uncomfortable!" Indeed it was, for this particular bondage had my right arm twisted clear up behind me to the opposite shoulder blade! "Oh, is it really, my Pet'?" Josie cooed sympathetically. "Here, perhaps this will help!" And she fixed my left arm the same way! "Just relax into it, Darling," Josie lectured, noticing my wince of pain, "And you'll find it becomes at least bearable! My, how naughtily you strut your breasts like that!" I looked in one of the mirrors that seemed to be all over the place and saw that she was right- Having my arms crossed so tightly behind my back forced me to thrust out my new, feminine chest and arch my back, pushing my pretty rear end into prominence as well! I watched my reflection redden in embarrassment from head to foot. "Oh, but Mistress. - ." I protested meekly. "What sort of costume is this'?" "Oh, is right," Josie said mysteriously. "You're going to be costumed as a very famous female in Erotic Literature! Can you guess who? No? Then perhaps these will help!" At Josie's command, I sat down and allowed her to lace a pair of shoes on my delicately-arched feet. What strange shoes they were! They seemed like an odd pair of sneakers, with comfortable rubber soles and specially built four inch heels. But they were completely covered in beautiful brown-and-white feathers! "Have you guessed it yet?" Josie teased as she pulled me to my feet in my weird feathered footwear. For my part, I was too preoccupied with the way the heels increased my lewd breast-thrusting and ass-switching to think much about her riddles. "I-I can't imagine who it could it, Mistress," I said, tugging on my wrist-to-shoulder bondage. I saw my breasts sway and jiggle sensuously as I navigated in the high heels. "Oh, isn't there any more to this costume?" "There certainly is, my Darling!" Josie approached me from behind. "What do you think of this?" It was a hood; a strange contraption that laced tightly over my head and under my chin and, for extra protection, fastened with a gold-plated collar about my neck. But it covered only the upper half of my face, with wide holes for my made-up eyes and a short cape sewn onto the back that just barely covered my bound arms. Almost like the outfits that super-heroes wear in comic books! And I noted in wonder that the hood and cape were both completely covered in brown-and-white feathers! In the mirror, I saw myself: armless, long legs sticking out from beneath the feathered cape that did not even cover my bottom! In front, my cheat swelled out like a proud puff-pigeon -- a pigeon with lewdly- pointing breasts! And my soft furry brown pussy was on clear display between my legs! Above the neck, I saw my head framed in feathers, eyes wide as my mascaraed eyelids batted in perplexity. My pretty red mouth was agape at the sight of me, all pink skin, feminish curves and feathers, costumed as some kind of erotic bird-woman! "Last chance, Girlie!" Josie tinkled merrily. "Can you guess who you are before I gag you?' "Uh-er-um --- " I was close to tears in my confusion. "I-I look like some kind of owl! Is that it?" Josie's smile was wider and more mysterious than ever. "You were so close!" she teased, "You almost said it! But not quite, so On with the Gag!" I was powerless to resist. And very soon, I was powerless to protest as well! The rubber end of the gag slipped deer into my mouth, held in place by gold chains attached to my hood. Another part of the gag jutted from between my silenced ups, mockingly shaped like an owl's beak. "Ready, Dear?" Josie clipped a chain to my gold collar. "As you're looking so owlish, I think III just call you 0 for short! Now let's go show you off! As I strutted sexily behind Josie, wrists pinioned to my shoulders, helpless and silent in my feathers, breasts bare, bottom bare, pussy exposed - - it suddenly hit me: Josie had called me "0"! I was costumed as the female masochist from the famous STORY OF O! Vaguely, I recalled how O had been decked out in a bizarre bird costume for a party and forced to service a whole roomful of dominant males, a task which she relished due to her submissive, womanly nature.