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The next morning, I found that Kaye's clothes fit me rather well. So that story about us being different sizes must have been just a ruse to keep me in clothes of her choosing! Oh well, it really didn't matter now. I showered, combed out my long brown hair, and did my makeup. Then I padded naked into the bedroom and began dressing in the slacks-and-blouse outfit that Kaye had worn the previous night. "Ummphggg! Urrgggbh!" As the strangled cries of rage came from the bed, I looked mockingly over at the bound lesbian. "Enjoying yourself, Kaye Darling?" I trilled, tugging her brassiere over my larger breasts with some difficulty, "But of course you are!" But of course she wasn't! I had put the dog collar around Kaye 's neck and secured her wrists as she had mine the previous evening. Only I tied Kaye's wrists a bit more securely, and put them behind her back! She would have liked to tug at the knots with her fingers, but I had put several pairs of heavy athletic socks tightly over her fists and secured them with shoe laces. Her hands were useless! Almost as an afterthought, I then tied her ankles to the back of a chair near the bed, forcing her to keep her legs spread. Then, turning her over on her tummy, I had tied the legs of the chair to a strong fixture in the ceiling, hoisting the chair up and Kaye's legs along with it! I looked at her now, lying helplessly on her stomach, wearing only her panties, her breasts mashed up against the bed, craning her neck back with some difficulty so that she could stare at me in silent rage. Oh yes, I almost forgot: I had stuffed two washcloths into Kaye's mouth and kept them there with pantyhose pulled over her head, then wound tightly around her mouth and knotted in back! But I was finished dressing now, and I surveyed the results in a mirror. Not bad! Kaye's blouse was a bit tight, outlining my breasts rather prominently, and I looked as if I'd been poured into those slacks, but the total picture wasn't too over-exposed. I had applied subtle makeup to my face, altering the shape just slightly with shadow and blush, and had combed out my hair into a very becoming style - I'd had quite enough of that afro-wig, thank you! Sensible loafers went on my feet, with a matching handbag in which I carried Kaye's wallet, ID, and money. A little quiet jewelry, and I was all set to go out! "Now, Kaye sweetie," I said as I opened the door to leave. "You are going to help me get money to finish this trip in style!" I saw her eyebrows raise in alarm, and I couldn't help laughing at the silly sight she, made, bound up that way, before I went on. "Oh, don't worry! I'm not going to make you turn tricks or anything; I'm just going to become you for a little while. Long enough to collect and cash a check that I had Norm Bitt wire, you from the Main Office yesterday. Oh, yeah, I've also arranged to pick up another suit that will hide my figure again, as soon as we get back to Chicago. "So sit tight, Sweetie!" I smiled triumphantly as I walked out the door. "I won't be more than a few hours. And maybe I'll bring you back a doggy bag!" It was an easy matter to arrange with the Motel Manager to leave our room undisturbed. From there, I went to a nearby Beauty Parlor where I looked through Ladies Magazines until I found a picture of a girl with hair colored and styled like Kaye's. The Operator told me it would be an easy matter to lighten my hair to that shade and cut and curl it appropriately. Two hours later, I looked at myself in the Beauty Parlor mirror. It was perfect: I looked exactly like the picture of Kaye Douglas on her Driver s License! Norm Bitt had seemed extremely puzzled when I insisted over the phone yesterday that he wire a Thousand Dollars to Kaye Douglas in this city, via Western Union, but as I presented my ID (actually Kaye's!) and collected the money, I reflected on what a stroke of genius it had been on my part. Now I had clothes, an identity, money - - - everything I would need to get back to Chicago in style. And with my pretty little prisoner in tow! Things were going to be different from here on in, I decided as I pulled up in front of our unit at the sleazy Motel. No more Mister Nice-Guy! Kaye was going to stay bound and gagged in the back of that van for the rest of - - - I opened the door to our room. And came face to face with -myself!! My jaw dropped as I looked at the man standing casually by the bed. He was wearing my suit! The one that had disguised my feminized figure so well. And he was wearing the short-hair wig that I had worn over my long hair! But all that stuff had been stolen! He turned to me, and I saw that his features even resembled those of my real masculine self! And when he spoke, his voice was a fair approximation of my own. All at once, two pairs of hands grabbed me from behind as someone stuffed three pairs of wadded-up panties into my mouth. I felt handcuffs close about my wrists while tape went tightly over my lips, sealing in the panties. It all happened so quickly! I was shoved onto the bed and my ankles strapped together with belts before I even saw, my attackers. And once I saw them, my heart sank. One girl, I recognized: It was Carla, Kaye's black roommate, whom I had humiliated and insulted back in the residential hotel. The second girl, I could easily guess, since she looked like an older, tougher version of Kaye: It had to be her sister, Karen, the owner of the high-class brothel she had financed with money from the stolen formula for Syn-Flesh The third woman was a stranger to me, but she had a cold, arrogant, commanding demeanor that made her seem the toughest of the three. Her features were strong and smooth, with high cheekbones, square chin, and flashing eyes accentuated by the glasses she wore. Her dark hair was combed straight back, and she wore a smart business suit that did not quite hide a full, well-proportioned figure. "Permit me to introduce myself, " she smiled down at me, tied and gagged as I was. "I'm Dr. Hildegard Hess!" Dr. Hess! This was the one who had developed the Syn-Flesh formula at Mammoth Pharmaceuticals--then pirated ot from her employers! I remembered Karen mentioning something about her in that letter to Kaye.... something about her kinky tastes and wanting to try out that Syn-Flesh stuff on the girls. But now the man who was wearing my suit looked into view. "She's speechless with delight, Doctor!" I recognized Kaye 's voice now. But why was she disguised as-as me? Then she went on, and a shiver ran through me as I began to understand. "Let me introduce you around: You," she ruffled my hair mischievously, "are Kaye Douglas, a wanted felon. I have a warrant for you in my pocket. Just as I also have identification proving that I am now Charles Clark of Harfield and Bitt Insurance, legally empowered to arrest you!" So that was it! Kaye had taken over my identity -- and morel I realized now that the flat tire, the stolen clothes, that whole embarrassing episode must have been planned to separate me from my real identity and put all those valuable papers and warrants back in the hands of Kaye's sister. Well, she'd never get away with it! "I know what you're thinking, Girlie," the masculinized Kaye approached me now, with a pair of large, sharp-looking scissors. "But believe me, we will get away with this!" As she spoke, she began casually cutting away the buttons on my blouse and the belt of my slacks. "You see, she continued. "I could have escaped from you any time after yesterday morning." Snip-snip. "But I knew you had a warrant for my arrest, and I really didn't want to spend the rest of my life on the run, (buttons all gone? Well let's just snip through the sleeves and pull that lovely blouse right off you!) not to mention the aggravation you could cause with those receipts and things! So I called Karen and filled her in on just how you'd managed to spy on me. (My, your breasts certainly are straining against that bra! I'd better just cut it off -- like so!) And together we worked out a scheme to get us out of trouble and get back at you for the shameful way you treated me and Carla!" Carla reached down now, as if on cue, and contemptuously tickled my thrusting bare nipples. "Mmmm, " she shook her head. "You know, if Kaye hadn't showed me that suit, I never would have figured out how you've done it! Imagine, a big boy like you used to be, growing boobs like these an making like a woman! Aren't you ashaaaamed?" She smilingly lifted and squeezed my defenseless hooters. "You really still' got your pecker? Lets see!" And she suddenly, savagely tore off my out slacks and tugged down my panties! I writhed in shame as her knowing fingers separated the lips of my artificial vulva and probed deep inside. "Hmmm - - I think I can feel some man stuff tucked up inside there! But you sure wouldn't know it if nobody told you!" She was right. I could feel the pressure of her fingers through the artificial tissue that covered my male organs, stroking my confined cock and poking my pent-up balls. I burned with shame at the intimate contact this dark amazon was making with me in front of three other amused females. "Well Honey," Karen, the cynical-looking one spoke now. "You've put us through a great deal of trouble and expense; I just want you to know in advance that you're going to pay us back for every bit of it -- Put the corset and boot on her, Girls!" Kaye and Carla busied themselves with rubber and nylon straps while Karen explained: "Since you were nice enough to give us the name of your immediate boss, Norm Bitt, it was a simple matter for me to contact him and find out his price: A Million Bucks. That's how much we ended up paying him to fake up resignation papers for you and destroy the file that your company keeps on me and my sister. I might add that when we assured him that you wouldn't be a threat to his job any longer, he was glad to dismiss the warrant on Kaye. This troublesome piece of paper," she held up the warrant, "Will be null and void in one week's time!" I tried to keep my thoughts on what Karen was saying. I'd been sold out! Betrayed by a corporate VP who saw me as a threat to his job! But it was hard for me to concentrate on Karen when Kaye and Carla were so busy with me. First, they untied my ankles. With my arms bound, there was little I could do as they removed my silken panties and replaced them with a pair of full-cut black rubber briefs that covered all of my ass and privates. I saw tabs at the waistband of the snug-fitting rubber panties and wondered about their purpose. But even as I was pondering this, Kaye and Carla were busy with even more confusing devices. Working carefully, they secured strong nylon bands around my upper arms, elbows and wrists, pinning my arms tightly up behind me, bending them in a sort of reverse-prayer position so that they fit snugly up against my back. When they finished, my hands were up near my shoulder blades and my elbows pressed firmly into the small of my back, held there by tight nylon-and-rubber bands above and below my breasts. Some sort of a bra came next, but it was really just two rubber cups that covered my breasts, buckling onto the straps that held my arms confined and pressed into my back. It was a relief, of sorts, to be decently covered again, but I couldn't help being puzzled by this bizarre attire. What did they have planned for me? "Now the legs," Dr. Hess breathed. I saw that her eyes were brighter than ever behind her wide-rimmed glasses. Kaye and Carla quickly secured my knees with a complicated arrangement of two nylon bands (one just above each knee) joined together by a wider elastic strap that went completely around both legs, so that I could move my knees no more than a few inches apart. "Now let me tell you just where things stand," Karen spoke as Kaye and Carla began fixing my feet and ankles with more straps. "I want you. That's right, Girlie: Mistress Karen wants you to work for her! As I'm sure you know, I run a pretty kinky establishment, and I m sure I could find a lot of men and women who'd be willing to pay well for your services. Of course, you'II have to go through a certain Training Period to refine your talents, but Kaye tells me You re a real natural at cunninglingus!" Kaye giggled knowingly at this, and I blushed a deep scarlet. "Never!" I cried bitterly, wriggling in my bondage. "I'll never do such a thing-- You can't make me!" I looked down at myself and felt a shiver of fear. Kaye and Carla had strapped my ankles together well and closely, in a strong hold with the feet and toes arched down in a straight line with the shin: A perfect Ballerina extension. Looking in the mirror by the bed, I seemed to have almost changed. My arms were nearly invisible and my legs were united in one long, shapely curve. Except for the myriad bands across my body and my rubber underwear, I looked like some sort of bizarre, sensuous snake. A serpent with breasts! "Not work for Karen?" Dr. Hess smiled down at me. "What a shame that would be for both of us! You see, my Little Pretty, there is much you can do to advance my research, even as you perform for Dear Karen and her customers. But if you choose not to...." "I certainly do choose not to!" I wiggled in vain. "And what's more, if you don't let me loose, Ill start screaming!" "That'd be kinda dumb of you," Carla, still working on my feet smiled cruelly up at me. "It'd probably bring the cops here after a while. And what do you think they'd find?" Kaye, still wearing my masculine. disguise, spoke up: "They'd find you -- Kaye Douglas. A wanted felon with a warrant," she took the paper from Karen. "Right here. They'd find plenty of identification naming you as Kaye Douglas. And they'd find an anonymous note telling police to check with the clerk at Western Union and the girl at the Beauty Parlor, and the teller at the bank. They can all positively identify you as me!" "So do you know what they'd do?" Karen asked sarcastically. "They'd take you to Jail, Girlie! That's right; you'd be locked up in a Women's Prison. Behind bars. And there's no way you could convince them they had the wrong person. Your disguise is just too good. You'd be locked up for years, protesting your innocence, trying to get someone to believe that you're not my sister Kaye!" Tears were welling up in my eyes. I felt myself in the grip of uncontrollable fear. "Y-y-you c-cant!" I gasped. "Oh no?" Carla teased. "Just think what we could do in a few days with you in jail. We could have our friends in Chicago destroy every trace of your former male identity. We've already bought your boss, and believe me, he'll stay bought!" "Not to mention the Judges, Police Detectives, and Prison Wardens who already owe me favors," Karen added. "No, Sweetie; if we call for the cops, you'll be in Jail a long, long time!" "No! No!" I was crying now, sobbing uncontrollably. Close to panic. My confining bondage felt like it was closing in on me, making breathing difficult. "Not Jail! Don't send me there! Anything but that! Anything!!!" I saw the look of triumph in the eyes of all four girls and went on: "Yes! I'll work for you! I'll let you keep me this way a while! Whatever you say! Only don't put me in Jail! I couldn't stand it!" Karen became suddenly tender, propping me up and putting an arm across my bare shoulder. As she held me, I looked down and saw, to my puzzlement, that Carla had covered my toes with ten little rubber cups! "There, there," Karen soothed. "Don't worry, Little Girlie. Mistress Karen will take good care of you!" Two hours later. "Good! Dr. Hess beamed. "The Syn-Flesh has dried perfectly!" "That stuff really is fantastic!" Kaye marveled as her eyes swept over me. "It looks and feels just like real flesh!" "It sure covers her nice," Carla approved. "Clear from the neck down!" "And she can wear it for months --years, perhaps -- with no ill effect," Dr. Hess nodded her pretty head. "Except, of course that her arms will lose most of their muscle-tone and strength from being permanently bound up behind her like that!" Lying helpless in the bathtub, I looked up at my captresses. Just as they'd said, I was now completely covered, from the neck down, in the strong, porous, artificial skin. Under the Syn-Flesh, I was still bound, so that my body looked more than ever like a sensuously-shaped cocoon of featureless bare skin with a single leg and no arms at all. Moreover, Dr. Hess had ordered me to smile and pucker my lips slightly while she applied deft touches of the Syn-Flesh to my face. Now, I discovered that my face had dried into a permanent expression of happy, sensuous mischief! "P-Please, Mistresses," I stammered through my smiling lips. "I don't understand! I thought I was supposed to work for you!" "And so you shall," Karen sneered. "As soon as we make some changes! Carla, would you do the honors?" "A real pleasure! " The muscular Black Girl reached down and removed the rubber caps she had placed on my toes earlier. The Syn-Flesh covering came off with them, leaving my toes completely bare- However, the rest of the stuff stayed on my tightly-bound feet and legs, blending in perfectly with my real skin. "Our Little Girlie will have to go potty and provide anal service once in a while," Carla said. "So I guess I better take these off, too!" So saying, she cut away the rubber briefs I had worn, leaving my ass and crotch bare once again. Below this area of erotic interest, the synthetic flesh still blended in so well that it looked like I had only a single, shapely leg -- almost a tail! -- while my real tail (my ass, I mean) was naughtily exposed. "And it'd be just a shame," Carla continued. "To cover up those yummy- looking boobies after our Little Girlie worked so hard to get them!" And she swiftly removed the covering over my chest, leaving me bare- breasted! Using their combined strength, Karen and Kaye pulled me out of the tub and supported me while I struggled to balance on tiptoe before the full- length mirror. It was a bizarre, freakish sight that met me there. My face was a picture of sensuous womanhood, with soft eyelids, dark lashes, powdered cheeks, and red, pouty lips, now permanently shaped into an expression of wanton pleasure. All this framed by my carefully styled bleach-blond curls. On my chest, my bare breasts thrust out boldly, enhanced by the narrowness of my cinched-in waist. But the rest of my torso was quite different -- I had no arms! My real arms had been so tightly bound up into my back and so well-covered with the rubbery synthetic skin that it truly appeared that I had been born without any! Below my nude bosom, my narrow waist tapered out to my widening hips. As I swayed to keep my balance, I saw that my efforts alternately thrust out my pussy in a lewd, sluttish fashion, or made me stick out my bare pink bottom ever so naughtily. And below this was my shapely, single, tail-like leg. Actually, it was two limbs bound together, but like my arms, they had been so tightly strapped and covered with the realistic artificial skin that it looked like a single leg, clear down to my artificial skin and bare toes. "Perfect!" Dr. Hess exclaimed. "I'll say!" Karen agreed. "She'll make a great little worker!" "But-but-- " I wriggled in my invisible, limbless bondage, uncomfortably aware that the most feminine portions of my anatomy were still very naked indeed. "What kind of work could I possibly do like this?" "There's only one thing you're good for," Kaye giggled, "with your bare tits and pussy -- and mouth and ass! So we'll see that you do plenty of it!" "Since you can't do anything for yourself," Karen said, "I'm going to appoint Carla as your permanent Ladies Maid, Keeper and Trainer. It will be her job to bathe you, apply your makeup and set your hair, dress you - - when we let you dress -- and allow you to go to the bathroom! Also, she will see that you get properly trained in the womanly arts of love - - and any other tricks we may think of for you to do! And discipline you when you' re naughty!" Swiftly, the girls carried me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where a wheelchair had been snapped together for me. I was forcibly seated and strapped down to this thing and was already being wheeled towards the door before I could protest: "Wait! Mistresses! I don't have any clothes on! All those whores out there will see me! Like this!" My voice sounded faint and funny coming from my forcibly-smiling, pouty mouth. "You better get used to it!" Kaye chuckled, "Where you're going, lots of working gals are going to see you real close!" "No wait," Carla said, "As our Little Girlies Keeper, I think I should dress her!" And she took two large, silky red scarves from her purse. The first one, she tied around my neck and draped over my shoulders like a shawl. It concealed my armless state, but did nothing to cover my bare breasts. The second, she draped over my legs, again hiding my deformity but leaving my pussy on display. "M-Mistress Carla!" I said as she started pushing the wheelchair again "Is this all I'm going to get to wear?" "That's all for now, Baby!" she smiled. "But once we get in the van, us girls are going to take turns with you! And if you're real good, I may let you wear my earrings and perfume and put my panties over your pretty face! Now be quiet while we leave. In fact, I think I'll make that your permanent order: From now on, Girlie, you will speak only when directly ordered to. The punishment for breaking this rule will be.... well, let's just say that it'II be unpleasant for you, and very very permanent. Understand, Girlie?" Quaking with dread, embarrassment and humiliation, I nodded my smiling face. "I cant wait till we get her back to My Place," Karen looked me over, almost licking her lips. "And start having some real fun!" Two days later Carla propped me up against the white satin background as Kaye loaded the camera with more film. "I think a few more in that skimpy black lace nightie," Kaye said, 'It makes a very erotic effect on the white background with her pink skin. Especially when we 'accidentally' let her tits and ass peek out!" Kaye clicked the camera several times while Carla ordered me to kneel, stretch my leg, or thrust my quivering bare breasts out. "I think it's wonderful the way she still blushes all over!" Kaye smiled at my discomfort. "It's those subliminal messages Miss Karen's been piping into her room at night to reinforce her modesty and feminine behavior," Carla explained, "I guess we can shape her little psyche just as easy as we do that luscious body of hers!" "Well it certainly does work! " Kaye wound the film. "Any more ideas?" "Well," Carla considered, "I've been thinking about starting Girlie on a Cleaning Program. I'm getting tired of doing all the work in our rooms, and I think she could be trained to clean the bathroom and maybe dust and vacuum. With a sponge glove over her feet and a scrub brush or towel in her mouth, she oughta be able to do the tub and toilet pretty well. Would you like to get some shots of me training her?" "Great idea!" Kaye sparkled. "But put the corset on her! You know, the black silk sixteen-inch one with the little four--inch ruffled skirt. I love the way it sets her tits and ass off!" Carla laced me tightly into the corset, making sure that the top of it brushed against the underside of my bare breasts even as the bottom tickled my bare bum and the tops of my legs. But to my surprise, instead of putting me in the wheelchair, she lowered me to the floor. "Another thing," the black woman looked down at me with stern amusement. "I'm getting tired of pushing you every place! You can start learning to crawl for short distances. Go ahead now -Crawl!" I wriggled about on the floor, trying desperately to move my armless, one-legged, rubber-bound, feminine body. The soft carpet tickled my breasts as I squirmed, and my writhing motion caused my bare bottom to wiggle naughtily in the air. Kaye laughed heartily at the sight and I blushed as I heard her camera rapidly clicking away. But I kept crawling. I knew the penalty for disobedience. Or for speaking. And the permanently happy, sexy expression on my femininely made-up face never wavered. Two weeks later Carla strode majestically into Karen's lavish office-bedroom. She was a magnificent sight in her high-heeled boots of white leather and her sleeveless white mini-dress. In her right hand, she carried a riding crop made of white kid leather. Her left hand casually held a twelve-foot leash of the same material. At the end of the black woman's leash, collared securely, I crawled behind her, totally nude. I was getting a little better at getting around in my Syn-Flesh cocoon with both legs encased together and deprived of my arms. Carla only had to hurry me along twice. Each time, she merely swatted the tip of her riding crop quickly across my pink bottom, as you would swat an insignificant pest, and I wriggled wildly to keep up, my pale bare breasts jiggling and dancing as I squirmed. From my position on the floor, I could see quite clearly that Carla was wearing no underwear, and the sight of her this close filled me with frustrated sexual longing. I tried not to think about how long I had gone without erotic gratification. Tried not to think about my randy male organs, still confined behind the artificial pussy on my crotch. Or of my chances of ever getting sex again in the way I had been used to. Karen, dressed in a fuzzy peach nightgown, looked up from her desk and, as usual, laughed at the sight of me. "I can't help it!" she giggled. "Our Little Girlie just looks so silly- sexy wiggling across the floor like that! Carla, you're doing wonders with her!" "You should see the way she eats pussy!" Carla said with proud affection. "Or better yet, feel it!" "Kaye says she's becoming very adept at ass-rimming and toe-sucking, too," Karen said, obviously pleased. "And am I mistaken, or are her breasts growing?" "That's the female hormones I'm feeding her," Carla explained. "She's a thirty-eight D already and still growing! Of course, I have to be careful to see that she also gets plenty of aphrodisiac for her male side, because I like to keep her real horny. But it sure has been worth the trouble! Girlie's getting to be a regular Passion Flower. I'm almost going to hate giving her to a bunch of clunky old men!" "You may not have to," Karen said. "I'm working on something. But anyway, I asked you to bring Girlie here because I wanted to see her model a little something. Put this on her!" It was a patterned, textured body stocking, made of stretch nylon and custom designed, I later learned, for my measurements. In seconds, Carla had stroked it onto my smooth, supple body. "Well would you look at that!" The nylon was dark, but stretched out invisibly over my nude body--except for the dark patterns sewn into it! From neck to foot, I now had the checkered pattern of a snake! No, not quite all the way from neck to foot. For as Carla pulled the body-stocking into position, I felt my round, pink bare bum "plop" out of a cut-out in the back. Another tug, and another "plop-plop" as my naked breasts leaped out of a matching cut- out in front. "Wild!" Carla cheered the sight of me this way, looking like an incredibly feminine and sexy snake. "There's even an opening for her pussy!" "Let Girlie wiggle around on the floor for a while," Karen said. "That snake effect is really splendid!" "It's got me horny just looking at her," Carla breathed. Karen slowly walked over to the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning her nightie. She extended her foot toward me in silent command and I quickly removed first one slipper, then the other, with my smiling, lipsticked mouth. "I'm horny myself," Karen looked meaningfully over at Carla. "Let's do something about it while Girlie watches!" "Mmmm, great!" Carla slipped out of her short dress and moved onto the bed. From her vantage point, she looked down at me, there on the floor, with my femininely made-up face, my bare breasts and ass, and my armless, wriggling, single-legged body, now seductively covered with silky stretch-nylon in such an exotic pattern. "And maybe later, well let Girlie service us. Boy, doesn't she look wild!" From my point, I could only look up at the luscious chocolate curves of Carla's magnificent body as she moved about on the bed. Or over at the supple, ivory whiteness of Karen as she slowly, sensuously disrobed "Ummhhhmm, " Karen looked thoughtful as she dropped her panties onto my face. "That outfit has definite possibilities!" Two months later Lying inside the empty bathtub, I surveyed my work, wiggling around a full 360? so that I could see all the sides. Spotless! I had cleaned it well. Carla would be pleased. With a practiced motion, I did a sit-up, bent my upper body over the edge of the tub, and rolled out. As I did so, my bare tits slapped against the smooth marble floor. Ouch! Well, at least it wasn't my bottom, I reflected. My poor pratt still stung from the spanking Carla had given it an hour ago for leaving dirt under the toilet rim. I dropped the scrub brush from my mouth, and, with a little difficulty, worked the sponge-mitten off my bare, bound feet. Finished in here, I thought, now to get dressed and see what Karen wants . In no time at all, I had rolled my naked, feminine, armless body dry on the carpet and worked myself into my tiger-striped body-stocking. (It was held up by a special frame so that I could lower my single leg into it and wiggle my torso into position so that my tits and ass stuck out properly. Then, by pressing buttons with my tongue, I could release the stocking from the frame and fall to the floor.) Carla had thoughtfully left the door open so that I could crawl out into the hail. I shivered and blushed at the thought of going out to let myself be seen this way, but I knew that I had no choice. Funny, how I still felt quivers of embarrassment when the girls saw me like this, despite my long confinement in crawling, armless, single-legged, feminized nudity. It must have something to do with those subliminal messages that Karen had piped into my bedroom while I slept, I decided. But this business of crawling out into the hallway was even scarier than usual. For if any of the Working Girls happened to be passing, they might take it into their heads to have some fun with me in this helpless condition! Karen had told them all that I was a former male chauvinist who had tried to put them out of business, so the girls took a cruel, amused delight in tormenting me. And I had quickly learned that no one can be crueler to a helpless, feminized former male than a prostitute who spends hours every day satisfying the demands of horny men. If one of them saw me, I could pretty well count on being forced to suck her feet. Or endure another spanking. Or be flipped over onto my back so that she could sit on my lovely, permanently smiling face. Or, if a girl was in a hurry, she might simply rub my nipples and stroke my pussy until she could feel my entrapped cock beneath it, surging with frustrated desire. Then she would simply smile at me, nibble on my earlobes, or perhaps breathe hotly on my lips and throat, and get up and walk away, leaving me more desperately needful, more aware of my disguised masculinity than ever. And in some ways, that was the worst of all. So I hurried on, wiggling my leg up and back (Odd, how I no longer thought of it as two legs, it had been bound together so long, just as I never thought much about my pinioned arms any more) , ignoring the way my bare tits slid across the carpet, wishing that Carla hadn't decided to dye my hair strawberry blonde and style it into such long bangs this week--the bangs made it was hard to see in front of me and I had to keep shaking my head and comically screwing my face up and blowing just to keep them out of my eyes! When I was in Karen's office-bedroom, curled up on the floor next to her bed, she broke the news. "After some effort, Girlie, I have managed to find a suitable position for you," Karen announced. "By 'suitable' of course, I mean a situation that will bring maximum profit to this establishment while minimizing the cost of your upkeep. You are a very amusing little toy, Girlie, but a rather expensive one. The cost of keeping Carla constantly employed as your personal maid is one item, and the way you go through body-stockings is simply outrageous. "I have decided, therefore, to sell you to a wealthy gentleman in the Mid-West, who is willing to pay me one-and-a-half million for exclusive rights to you. He has also agreed to hire my sister Kaye full-time as your trainer, complete with paid vacation (during which time Carla will fill in, just so you won't miss her. Girlie) and a pension fund. Of course, we will have to make certain changes in you, but it will all pay off very nicely in the long run." Due to my stringent training, I remained submissively silent, the pouting, kissable smile never wavering from my red lips. My shadowed, mascaraed, long-lashed eyes never losing their look of sensuous pleasure. But inwardly, my mind was a turmoil of fear and confusion. I was being Sold! But to whom? And what were the "changes" Karen had mentioned? "Here," I heard Kaye's husky voice behind me. "Let's go ahead and try out the new costume on Girlie!" The sexy blonde lesbian - who once had been my helpless prisoner! -- approached me and looked smilingly down at my big-breasted, bare- bottomed, single-legged, armless, feminized figure, as if mentally measuring me for the costume she was carrying: A blue-green sheath that would cover me from the tummy down -- with cut-outs for my rear end and my pussy, of course. It was perfectly designed and cunningly shaped to resemble - - - a mermaids tail! Two? Later I watched through the glass as Robert VanHouck, and Kaye Douglas stood in front of the bar in VanHouck's sumptuous Party Room hosting the gala they had thrown to celebrate their engagement. The room was full of well- wishers and celebrants, friends and lovers of the two homosexuals who had hit it off right from the start. Of course, everyone present knew that Bob and Kaye were gay, and a few had even learned my real identity, and the fact that Bob and Kaye shared my services. But one and all were caught up in the happiness of the moment. Behind the bar, I swam about in my specially-designed artistically lighted aquarium tank. My massive 44-Double D breasts bobbed enticingly in front of me in the water and, as I flipped my fishtail, my bare round bottom (shockingly pale-pink against the green tail-sheath) swished naughtily. The long, flexible air tube that fed me oxygen was invisible in the water, hooked discreetly into a corner of my smiling mouth so that I could breathe just by closing my puckered lips in a kissing motion. My tail had been carefully weighted so that I could stay at the bottom of the giant, I2-foot tank or, when given ermission, swim easily up the camouflaged fake rock stairs to the surface. But for now, I had to remain in the tank: Bob VanHouck's own personal armless mermaid. Swimming and smiling for the guests, showing off my incredible feminine charms. Obeying orders radioed in to the special receivers that were built into dangling earrings, occasionally glimpsed beneath my waist-length blonde hair--- "Do a loop-the-loop for us, Girlie, Kaye ordered through a nearby microphone. "Then swim over to the statue of Neptune and suck on his crotch!" Kaye thoughtfully left the microphone on so that, as I obeyed, I could hear the laughter of the guests as well as her amused comments to my owner. "Hard to believe that that half-sexed thing brought us together, isn't it, Bob?" "Not so hard," Bob reflected. "When you figure how long each of us has looked for a partner who would understand and respect our highly personal life-styles." He looked up at me and smiled. "Not to mention how much we both enjoy keeping Girlie in bondage!" "--- and feeding her male aphrodisiacs and female hormones," Kaye added. "- - and having her service us in all sorts of ways," Bob finished. "Which reminds me," he reached down and began undoing his pants. "I think it's about time I gave our Girlie a little attention!" "Oh no!" laughing, Kaye rushed to the ladder that led to the top of the aquarium and climbed it in the blink of an eye. Standing regally on the spacious platform that ran along the top of the tank, she did a quick strip-tease for her appreciative lesbian guests, not stopping until her ripe, rounded body was completely nude. Then, as I swam instinctively to the top, she sat down on the edge of the tank, dangling her long pink legs in the water, her blonde pussy just at the surface. "It s my turn to feed the fish!" she giggled. thEnd!