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What a mistake that was! I was halfway up to Zelda, who was arranging a Window Display, when suddenly a customer came in and I realized that all I was wearing was the tiny G-string! I ducked behind a rack of dresses, but not before his eyes lit up at the sight of my scantily-clad body. "Hey-hey!" He was a slender man in a well-tailored suit, with wavy brown hair and a soft voice. "My my Zelda, is this the new help?" "Oh Rod, you Hound!" Zelda scolded smilingly. "You keep away from her! She's here to be made over!" "I'd like to make over her myself!" Rod smiled and began walking over to me. I felt so embarrassed, what with my new breasts and all, standing there in just a G-string, having a man ogle me this way! I noticed that Rod wore boots with elevated heels, and I thought I could make out a trace of lipstick on his mouth as he stood on the other side of the dress rack looking over at me. "Can I help you pick something out?" he asked. "N-No," I said, snatching up the first dress that came to hand. I held it up in front of me, and, as Rod laughed, backed over to a dressing room. "You'll look charming in that," he called as I ducked inside. "Be sure and let me see!" "Yes indeed," I heard Zelda through the door. "Come out as soon as you have it on!" Alone in the dressing room, I looked at what I had picked out. It looked about my size, pink and rather ruffled and frilly, with a pleated skirt. Unfamiliar as I was with women's clothing, I saw nothing odd about it I pulled it on over my head, slipped my arms into the sleeves, and began the strange process of buttoning up the back. Once on, I noticed that it was rather tight around the chest and perhaps a bit short, but as there, was no mirror in the dressing room, I couldn't see quite what it looked like. "Come on out!" Zelda called. "Or shall I come in after you?" Rod put in. I opened the door and stepped out, wishing I knew what I looked like. "Oh, you're just Darling!" Zelda gushed. "Come look at yourself!" Curious I tiptoed over to the mirror near the window. And what I saw shocked me! It was a little girl's Party Dress! The puff-sleeve shoulders and ribbon trim gave a childish appearance even to my full-bosomed figure. The ruffled skirt was tight around my waist and flared out at a high angle, almost like a ballet dancer's tu-tu, showing off my legs nearly to the tops of my thighs. With my bare feet and legs, the little-girl effect was even more pronounced, including my wide-eyed expression as I took in the picture. And the sheerness of the fabric made me acutely conscious of my lack of underwear! "Charming! Just scrumptious!" It was Rod, stepping up c1ose behind me. "Come Darling," he smiled, oozing charm. "Let's get you some white stockings and sandals. Then we can go to my place. I can fix you up a little play-pen and feed you something nice. Then tonight, I can put you in diapers! Won't that be lovely?" To my relief, the door opened again and Eva came in, carrying some packages. "Eva!" I called. "Over here!" She looked at me, surprised. "Julia? Whatever have you gotten yourself into? Roderigua, Sweetie!" She smiled, looking at Rod. "How have you been?" "Oh dear, is she with you, Eva Darling?" Rod's voice suddenly became much softer. "And here I've been trying to put the make on her!" Eva and Zelda both laughed. "That's one for the books," Eva said. "You, a Male Impersonator trying to pick up a sweet little she-male like Julia!" "But this can't be Julia Van--" Rod started to say. But I was talking at the same time. "Male Impersonator? You mean R-Rod's really a..." "Roderigua's as feminine as I am," Eva laughed. "She just enjoys acting a little mannish, don't you, Rod Dear?" "Mmmm, you should know, Sweetie," Rod seemed oddly perplexed, but trying to recover her poise. I wondered what was bothering her, but she quickly said, "Well, I must rush, People! So nice seeing you all! 'Bye Dears!" And she hurried out of the shop. I wanted to say something about how strangely Rod had acted, but I was afraid of offending Zelda, so I stood quietly as she and Eva picked out a dress for me. It was a stunning thing in white satin, cut close to the curves and set off with a gold chain belt. Underneath it, I wore charming pink bra and panties. Snug nylons encased my shapely legs, held up at the top by a sexy garter belt, and set off at the feet by white pumps with four inch heels. With a stylish purse and a pearl necklace, I was every inch a good looking femme! "Lovely!" Zelda complimented me as I posed before the mirror. "Where are you going in that beautiful outfit?" "I was thinking about Clarisse's Club," Eva said. "Clarisse's Club?" Zelda seemed surprised. "But isn't that place a little... er...." "Butch?" Eva finished. "Mmhmm. That's why we picked it. I told you Julia had to do some rather daring things in drag!" "But masquerading as a lesbian?" Zelda asked. "What if he -er- she's discovered?" "I don't think there's any chance of that," I put in. "You're too skillful and I'm too good an actor. Besides, I've heard some interestingly nasty rumors about Clarisse's Club!" "So have I," Zelda cautioned. "About spiked drinks, sticky-fingered help, and even some Blackmail photos!" I smiled. "Exactly!" After about an hour at Clarisse's Club, I was starting to get bored. It was a tavern that had passed through a lot of hands over the years,and each hand had left its own unique fingerprints. There was a stage at one end of the bar from its days as a strip club. Now, one rather bored- looking dancer gyrated on it, flanked by two bird cages the size of telephone booths where other dancers had Performed in the club's Go-Go Dance days. Tables now crowded what had been a Dance Floor, and a lot of rather odd-looking women crowded the tables. Yes, there was a lot of action here, but I wasn't getting any of it. Oh, a couple of the Butch Ladies had cast lustful glances my way, and. one rather persistent lezzie in blue denim had flirted with Eva, but so far there didn't seem to be any opportunity for real scandal. Nothing that would prove especially awkward and embarrassing for Julia --whom I was now impersonating -- to live down. I glanced over at the jaded belly- dancer up on the stage. That was it! "I've got an idea," I whispered to Eva. "No time to explain now; just applaud whatever I do!" "What have you got planned?" Eva asked. "This," I said, rising unsteadily to my feet. "Hey!" I called, in a slightly tipsy-sounding voice. "How about some real dancing?" The dancer on stage tried to ignore me as I sauntered toward her. "Come on, Bitch," I sneered. "Let's see some Strip-Tease! Why, I could do better than that! Yeah, Me! Julia VanLow!" The dancer, a ripe Brunette in a red body shirt, could ignore me no longer. She shot a dirty look my way. "Think so, hunh?" she dared. "Come on, Julia!" Eva helpfully called from the crowd. "Show her how to do it!" "Yeah!" a few more of the lesbians yelled. "Strip contest!" "Dance!" "Take it off!" Smiling I stepped up onto the stage. "One side, Tramp!" I said to the dancer. "Julia VanLow's gonna show you how to do a real Lez Dance!" I started dancing in time to the music. The dancer tried to keep up with me, but she'd already been on for hours, and the effort had taken its toll. Although she was probably better-muscled than I, she couldn't hope to keep up with my sleek feminine movements as I undulated in the white dress. "Take it off!" someone called. I flashed a smile and slowly, teasingly, removed the gold chain belt and let it drop to the floor. Moving with the music, I reached behind me and eased down the zipper on my dress. The crowd rewarded me with wild applause as the dress slipped off, making a white silk puddle at my feet. I nimbly danced out of it and did a few sexy kicks in my scanties, showing off my nylon-clad legs and the sexy heels I wore. But as I danced, the crowd suddenly started a new round of applause. I glanced over at the dark-haired dancer to find that she was removing her body-shirt! Her small round breasts bounced free of the stretch fabric, her taut nipples jiggling at me in a bold dare. This was a little farther than I'd intended to carry this thing! I hesitated, dancing about to stall for time, hoping my uncertainty didn't show on my face. "Take it off!" came the calls. "Boobies!" "Flash 'em, Honey!" "Tear her clothes off, Dawn!" Holding her body-shirt up at the waist, the dancer, Dawn, moved closer to me. "The crowd wants a show, Baby," she said softly. "You gonna give it to 'em, or do I have to help?" This definitely was getting out of hand! Trying to keep a smile on my face, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Then, my false but real- looking breasts came into view as I tossed it to the floor. The crowd cheered wildly now at the sight of two topless girls dancing before them. Then, to my horror, Dawn lowered her body-shirt, exposing her G-string- clad crotch. She could tell that I hadn't wanted to remove even my bra, and this was her bold taunt to drive me even further. "More! More!" the crowd demanded. "Rip 'em off, Dawn!" I knew I was in trouble. All I had on now was my heels, hose, panties and garter-belt. If I lowered my panties, as the crowd was urging, my leather cache-sexe would come into view, revealing me as a man. I shuddered to think what this male-hating crowd would do if they knew my true sex. I looked around for Eva, but I could tell from her face that she couldn't help me now. I had to get out of there! Swiftly I reached down toward my dress. But even as I did, Dawn's high- heeled foot clamped down on it. "You heard the customers," she sneered. "Strip!" Suddenly she bent over and picked up my cast-off chain belt, swinging it at me like a whip. "Take that, Bitch!" She laughed. "Ouch!" I cried as the chain slapped across my smooth thigh. "Please stop! Ouch! That hurts!" Dawn looked-like fury incarnate now, wearing only her G-string and heels, swinging the chain wildly. I jumped back, looking for some escape from her stinging attack as the crowd hooted and jeered. Desperate, I ducked into one of the over-size bird cages on the stage and slammed the door! Dawn slammed the chain against the bars a few times, frustrated by her inability to get at me. Then she smiled wickedly. "Won't come out, hunh? Well then you can just stay there!" Gleefully she wrapped the chain around the bars of the door, knotting it securely, sealing the door closed -- I was trapped on that stage on full view in a cage! "Now," she smiled, "take oft-the rest of your clothes and I'll let you out. Otherwise, you can just stay in there and dance for everybody." "No!" I cried. "I won't dance! Gimme back my clothes and let me out of here!" "Won't dance, eh?" a butch yelled up from the crowd. "Here, give her these!" And she tossed up a book of matches! Chuckling Dawn picked up the matches, struck one, and tossed it flaming into the cage! "Well, Bitch?" she asked, striking a commanding pose, her bare breasts jutting out proudly. "Will you start dancing? Or do I douse you with Hundred-Proof booze and throw in some more matches?" "No!" I cried. "No, please! I'll dance! See?" And I started dancing wildly inside the cage. The crowd cheered, but I felt just awful, having to gyrate around inside the narrow cell, feminized and topless before a crowd of cruel lesbians. "Keep it up, Slave!" Dawn snickered. "It's almost Eleven O'Clock and this place closes at Three!" * * * The next four hours were simply horrid. I was the center of attention for the sadistic women, who delighted in seeing an unwilling victim -- me -- forced to dance before them half naked. Dawn started to put her body- shirt back on, then stopped and smilingly put on my dress instead! Then she made me trade shoes with her and give her my stockings and garter belt, forcing me to dance in just panties and heels while she lounged elegantly in my clothing. Once I looked around for Eva. She had been biding her time, sipping a drink offered her by the lesbian in blue denim. Suddenly she looked glassy-eyed, and I watched in fear as the dyke pawed at her amorously, then led her unresistingly out--taking my purse! After a few hours, the crowd tired of me at last, and as closing time came, they filed out. Cunningly, Dawn left with them, still wearing my dress. Clarisse, the brassy dyed-blonde who owned the place, locked up behind everyone, then walked over to me. "Well, Sweetie," she said. "Looks like you played out of your league and got burned. Now you've got just one more problem." "What's that?" I asked, huddled inside the cage, hugging my nearly-nude body. "Besides dancing, Dawn also cleans up around here. Well, she's gone. But you're here in her place!" "You mean... ?" "Right! If you want me to get you out of there and help you get home, you'll have to do the maid's work around here. Otherwise, you'll be tomorrow night's attraction too!" I could tell I had no choice. With Eva gone, I had no one to turn to. There was no way I could get back to her place with no money and in just heels and panties, so I glumly assented and Clarisse released me. "You'll find an apron and gloves behind the bar," she said. "The floor has to be swept and mopped, the ashtrays emptied and the glasses washed." "Bu-t don't I get any clothes first?" "Oh no, Honey." Clarisse smilingly shook her head. "Clothes come later. I'll enjoy the view better this way!" So for nearly two hours, I slaved away in my panties as Clarisse sat back and watched me. Finally, I rinsed the last glass, and Clarisse said, "That was good work, Honey. I was just going t give you bus, fare, but you did such a nice job, I think I'll give you cab fare instead. Now let's get you some clothes!" In a back room, I found to my dismay that the only clothing available was some old dancing outfits. I looked through stacks of nighties and sequined tights before I finally settled on a black leotard that would at least cover me, although the thin fabric molded itself to my every curve. Outside, I quickly hailed a cab, and despite the amorous approaches of the driver, managed to get to Eva's. It was a long wait in the lobby of her building, getting her to answer the security buzzer, and a few early- morning joggers looked at me curiously, but finally she answered and a few minutes later I was back in her apartment. "Ugh!" she groaned, rubbing her head as I entered. "That dyke slipped me a mickey! What a night I've had!" "No worse than mine!" I said. She smiled at my appearance, then winced. "Oooh! My head! Why not get a shower and come to bed. We can talk about it this afternoon." That seemed like a good idea, and after a few minutes washing and toweling my feminine body, I crawled into the sack with Eva and fell asleep. Late that afternoon, dressed in one of Eva's robes -- a light pink silk thing -- I told her about my evening over a very late breakfast. "If you think that's bad," she said when I finished, "take a look at this!" And she tossed a newspaper in front of me, open to the Society Page. It was bad news indeed, for there was a picture of my Cousin Julia at a Society Function she had attended last evening -- while I was impersonating her! I realized that now, even if we spread the news of my shameful display last night, we could never convince anyone that Julia had been at Clarisse's instead of her Social Event--All that humiliation for nothing ! "Eva," I said. "This convinces me more than ever that we haven't been going far enough." "Not far enough?" She raised a quizzical eyebrow. "I should think you'd have had more than enough by now." "I haven't even begun to fight," I said. "I've made up my mind to smear my Cousin Julia's name and get that inheritance And I'm going to do it. I've just been making half-tries when what I need is to go all out!" "Meaning?" "Consider this," I said. "The first night I tried this, I failed because I didn't have any breasts. Last night, I got in all that trouble because I didn't dare take down my panties. Well, we're going to try again. And when we do, I'm going to be totally prepared! Get Zelda on the phone; I want the shots, the pussy-wig, everything for a total Female Transformation!" I will pass rather quickly over the next five weeks, since they were completely filled with preparation for my new role I started taking a series of shots from Zelda that -- along with dieting, corseting and exercise -- gave me an excellent feminine figure, including a well-shaped and very real bust! I bought one of those pussy wigs that confined and concealed my genitals, disguising them completely. It was laced and glued on so securely that Zelda herself said it would take an expert to remove it. As my body developed, I practiced walking, talking, sitting and standing in a completely feminine manner. And by the end of five weeks, I could pass as a complete female, even when totally nude! Of course I had to make several adjustments in my life style. For one thing, I could no longer go to my apartment, my bank, or anywhere else that I might be recognized. To solve this problem, I took Eva to my banker before starting the transformation and had all my bank accounts made into joint ones with her as the partner so she could get me money when I needed it. I also announced that she would be taking my place at all trustee meetings and would have complete control of my affairs in my absence. Naturally I had to change my relationship with Eva somewhat. For one thing, it just wasn't practical to pay her a Thousand Dollars a Night for Five Weeks. For another thing, I needed someplace to stay. So we agreed on a fixed fee and I moved in with her. Since many of her days were taken up in handling my affairs, I ended up doing most of the housework around her apartment. But Eva still took on "customers" -- just to stay in circulation, she said -- and often brought them back to the apartment where she would introduce me as the maid. She even bought me a cute little uniform, which I wore whenever she went out on a "date". If she brought someone home with her, I'd have to serve them drinks, then sleep in the spare bedroom. You can imagine how I protested about this when Eva announced it one evening at bedtime. "Hey!" I squeaked. "I'm paying for this -- I shouldn't have to act as your maid; I'm the one in charge!" "Oh really, Sweetie?" Eva grinned at me as I stood there in a flimsy pink nightie. "Would you like to try going to your friends and associates looking as you do now and saying that?" I blushed as she giggled at the thought. "You're getting my services at a bargain rate, Hon, and you should be prepared to make some concessions...unless you want to call off the whole deal now!" She was right. There was no way to back out of this arrangement now. I lowered my eyes meekly and mumbled my assent. "What's that, Sweets?" she persisted. "I said you're right, Eva," I said in my now-feminine voice. "I will act as your Maid if you insist." "Oh, I wouldn't force you, darling," she went on. "I won't ask you to be my maid unless you really want to!" "I-I do." I forced out the words. "Then say you do -- and ask me very sweetly to let you -- otherwise you can get out of her just as you are now!" My tummy lurched and my head spun at the thought of being turned out looking so feminine--and in this sexy nightie! "Please, Miss Eva!" I squeaked. "Please let me be your maid Miss! Oooo, I want to so much!" "Very well, Sweetheart." Something about my pleading seemed to have aroused her; her voce was pleased, husky, and very very sensuous.... "Let's kiss and make up!" And so we spent an hour making love -- which is to say I spent the time pleasuring Eva with my lips and tongue, she thrilled to at least three orgasms, and I went to bed horny and frustrated! Oh yes, there were inconveniences, not the last of which was going without sex for five weeks. I mean, that pussy-wig was on rather securely, and it tended to get a little painful if I tried to get an erection wearing it. The thing was woven into my natural pubic hair and would take hours to get off, so I was pretty much stuck with it. But whenever Eva would carelessly show off her body to me, which was pretty often, I'd get a rush of the old Masculine Desire, along with a very feminine tingling in my breasts. I kept reminding myself that once I had completed my impersonation of Julia, got her thoroughly discredited and guaranteed myself the inheritance, then I could return to Manhood with relish! Meanwhile though, there as the awful mincing and simpering I had to do whenever Eva had a man over: the leering looks and impudent hands copping sly feels and pinches... and the awful sensation that the more feminine I got, the sexier these men looked to me! Another problem was in deciding just how to discredit Julia. Over the weeks, I thought up and discarded several plans--until Eva told me about the Lust Resort! The Lust Resort was the underground name for a hush-hush, high security Swinger's Camp that catered to the very rich and kinky. Clothing was optional and bizarre sex games abounded. Eva told me there were several luxurious cabins on the grounds, a beautiful lake, a mansion full of "Pleasure rooms" and even a stable of pony girls to service dominant masters. In all, it seemed like the perfect place for "Julia" to get involved in a scandal. Eva and I agreed that I would go in first and establish some kinky relationships, then she would sneak in some camera equipment to snatch incriminating photos of "Julia". We both agreed that it would be necessary to put Julia out of the way while we were carrying out our plan, and I had worked out an elaborate kidnapping scheme when Eva came home with some good news. "Julia announced at the Trustee meeting today that she's going into seclusion for two weeks," Eva said as I served dinner in my maid's uniform. "She says she plans to stay in her own house with the phones cut off and no visitors. It's some new kind of meditation she's into." "Whatever it is," I said. "It's perfect for us! With her away from witnesses for that length of time, I can fake the evidence and frame her with it perfectly! We won't even have to kidnap her!" "Then we'd better get you packing, little Missy," Eva said. "Julia starts her seclusion in two days!" "Right!" I said. But I had been doing some thinking myself. Eva's new take-charge attitude had been worrying me. And this Lust Resort idea, combined with Cousin Julia's very convenient plan to go into "seclusion" seemed a little too good to be true. Maybe it was al falling into place, but just in case.... I placed a phone call to a very special Private Eye I heard about.... Two days later, I was ensconced in a comfortable bungalow at the Lust Resort. The place certainly lived up to Eva's description! It seemed that almost everyone there was on the prowl, not just for sex, but for the most bizarre forms of sex. A few women could be seen leading men around on leashes. Many more men rode about in light carts pulled by pony girls who were naked except for sandals and leather hoods that covered their heads, blinding and gagging them so that they were completely dependent upon the whims, of their masters. Group sex, with a heavy lesbian slant, was also popular here, along with various forms of bondage and assorted other sex games. I noticed almost at once that although all manner of clothing was worn here, total nudity was reserved for slaves and pony girls. Most dominants and those not into SM games wore some sort of clothing to walk about the resort in. In fact, nudity was quite a source of embarrassment for the slaves, and anyone unfortunate enough to be caught out without clothing was automatically assumed to be a slave -- and was treated as such! On my first day there, I decided to get intc the swim of things literally. I put on a daring French Wrap swimsuit, a large floppy hat and sandals, packed some things in a light bag, and strolled out to the lake. It was a popular spot. Once there, I let an eager slave girl anoint me with sun-tan lotion and I stretched out in the bright sun, listening to the sounds of ribaldry all around me. "Hi there! Lonesome?" The voice startled me. It was feminine, and vaguely familiar, but I didn't recognize the speaker. "Hello." I decided to get acquainted with this woman. "Julia VanLow's the name. Sit down, Miss - er?" She dropped to her knees beside me, and I almost recognized her, but not quite. She was wearing a skimpy bikini that showed her rather slender figure to good advantage. Then she spoke again, and it hit me. "Roderigua Cortese is my name," she said. "But most people just call me Rod!" "Rod!" I gasped, the female -- er, that is the male impersonator at Zelda's!" "Right," she said. "I'm going through a rather different phase right flow, trying to express my mannish traits without denying my basic femininity. I dress as a woman -- my true sex -- now, but I still act rather masculine." "Er - so I see," I said lamely. "But what's with you, Dear? No one would ever guess you were a man any more. And I know you're certainly not Julia VanLow... She's a friend of mine!" "Shhh!" I cautioned. "Please don't tell anyone. It's -uh- rather complicated, but I have to stay here for a while under that name." "Have to?" Rod smiled. "I wonder what the real Julia VanLow would do if I told her about this! Come to think of it, I wonder what the other vacationers here would do if they knew you were really a man!" "Oh Rod," I pleaded. "You wouldn't tell anyone?" "I might not," She considered. "If you were to -- how shall I say? -- placate me a little." "Anything," I said. "I'll do anything, give you anything. Just please don't give away my secret!" "Hmmmm," she mused. "Anything? That sounds sort of interesting. Tell you what: Why don't you rub me down with suntan oil while I think it over." "Yes Ma'am, right away," I said, hurriedly getting out the oil while Rod stretched out on a beach towel. "And while you're rubbing," Rod went on, "you can tell me all about how you happen to be masquerading as Julia VanLow. Start with your real name and don't leave anything out." And so, crouched there in my skimpy bathing suit, rubbing suntan oil over the lanky, beautiful Roderigua, I explained a little bit about how I was trying to frame my Cousin Julia, and why I had gone to such lengths to impersonate her. I didn't tell her about the inheritance at first, but Rod could tell there was big money involved somewhere, and she eventually got me to admit to it. "So if this thing works, you'll be even richer than you are now, right?" Rod asked. "Th-that's about it," I confessed. "But if someone -- me, for instance -- were to expose you, you'd not only have wasted all that work, but you'd also have to do some tall explaining." "I guess so," I said. "Not to mention the charges that could be brought against you. Why, you'd be lucky to stay out of jail!" I hadn't thought of that! "Jail!" I squeaked. "Oh, Rod, you won't give me away, will you?" "Not if you play your cards right, Beautiful," Rod said. "The way I see it, we can work very well on this together." "What do you mean?" "You're here to get involved in some, kinky escapades to smear your Cousin's name. Well I know of a good one: You're going to fall in love with a rather dominant woman, Julia. You'll do just anything to please her. And she'll make you do plenty! Why, in a few days the whole resort will know that Julia VanLow is the sex slave of - Roderigua Cortese!" "You?" I asked. "I'm going to be your - your slave?" "That's right, Julia," Rod said firmly. "And you can start right now by taking off that swim suit!"