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Dear friend.
I know that we haven't talked or met for a long time. But you are the
only friend who knows my small flaws. In reality you are my only friend.
You also know that I am overweight. - or was.
I had better tell you from the start.
One evening I had put on my lingerie and was getting intoxicated. I
accessed the Net to see if I could find anything of interest. I did. The
ad claimed that their product could make me lose weight. The price was
high - but I ordered it.
When the parcel arrived I had forgotten all about it. I had some problems
as it was addressed to Ms Terri Woods. I succeeded to convince them that
the company had misspelled. As I opened it, I discovered that it
contained something rubbery. It also contained two thick user manuals. I
threw out the Spanish one at once.
Fortunately the manual had a quick guide. It mentioned that I should put
on the suit at once I got home from work. That would make me lose weight
quickly. The result was guaranteed. So the next day I put it on as soon
as I got home. I looked in the mirror. I looked like a grossly overweight
woman. Why had the company sent such a suit instead of a man's? I checked
my email - the order confirmation was there. Spell's R Us? How had I
stumbled across them? I seemed to have spelled my name as Terri instead
of Terry. They must have assumed a female customer. Damn. I wanted to
know if I had made any more mistakes - so I checked the rest. I must have
been stewed, all right. I had specified 18 years instead of my correct
38. But it should be of little consequence. And I had specified blond
hair instead of brown.
I could feel that I sweated a lot in the suit - and I couldn't eat very
much. I am sure that the suit brought about both. The next morning I -
well - didn't have trouble getting the suit off, but it was - not painful
- but uncomfortable. Before going to work I had the time to check the
quick guide's QA. It said that the problem would normally arise if the
specified age and the actual age of the owner differed. I had to agree. I
could thank my own stupidity for that. Oh well.
I used the suit for a year. At work my mates asked me if I was sick. I
told them that I was losing weight on purpose. But something bothered me.
The suit made me lose weight, all right. Especially in the waist, but not
in the breast region - and the hips. I was growing small - but real tits.
I was getting a woman's figure. I have always been a crossdresser, but
what about work? I started wearing baggy clothes to conceal my figure. At
home I had started wearing my female clothes all the time - over the
suit. I had also noticed that the hair of my suit had grown to quite a
length.
So one week I called and made an appointment for next Saturday. I simply
had to go out and get the suit's hair done. I had never been out before
dressed as a woman. To keep up my courage I entered a bar and had a
couple of stiff drinks first. At the salon I talked with the hairdresser.
She said that my hair definitely had to be shortened, but not by much.
She showed me a picture with a style that she wanted me to have. After
the cut she mentioned that I should wear more makeup. "More? I don't wear
any makeup."
"Nothing at all? So that's why you look a bit pale. Let me have a look."
She wrote down the shades that I needed - desparately. First of all I
went and had a couple of drinks more.
I went to the mall and bought everything. At the shop the saleslady
helped me put on all the grease. I had never tried makeup. When I looked
into the mirror I was really surprised. I have always been a
crossdresser, but I hever expected to look like a woman. Because of that
I went into a women's shop and bought shoes and a new dress. "Do you want
to wear it right away?"
"Definitely. The old dress doesn't really fit. Please throw it away." I
could see that she agreed, but she was too professional to say anything.
I do not know why, but I ended up in the same bar and had a couple more.
I should have known. With such a loss of body weight - and drinking very
little for a year - I got tipsy. So when a guy came up to me and told me
that he would offer me a drink at his flat, I agreed. It was a big flat -
apparently. He poured two - large - drinks. Then he showed me his flat.
Except that he passed a door. I should have kept quiet, but I didn't.
"What's in there?"
"Oh. That's my hobby room."
"Hobby room? Do you build toy trains?"
"Not exactly."
Without asking permission I opened the door. I saw at once what his hobby
had to be. Bondage, restraints, and several objects that I couldn't
recognise. "Well, well. What is this?" I put my hand on a strange
machine. He hesitated. Then: "Why don't you try it on?" And before I knew
it, he had velcroed my wrists and lower legs. He pressed a button, and
the machine whirred softly. "You see. The girl can still get out of it.
She can still free herself. She is still able to get loose." He paused a
bit. I felt a tug. "Now she is completely at my mercy. Now she cannot get
free any more." I was lifted and I felt that my butt was positioned on
some sort of cushion. My arms were now completely stretched. My knees
were still moving. They were forced up into a position that made my dress
slip up my thighs. It was - comfortable - except that I was in a position
that invited - something.
"Now the girl is positioned perfectly. I even have the ability to adjust
the height of her to make it more comfortable - for me." He walked in
between my legs. I felt a strange arousal. Even though I am a
crossdresser, I have never considered myself gay. "I see that you are
wearing stockings. I like that. So very few girls do that." I did not
answer. "But you are wearing panties. That's a no-no. How could I get to
you? And those panties are too pretty to cut away." He smiled and pushed
another button. I was lowered gently to the floor. He smiled. "Anyway.
This is our first meeting. I would have liked to know you better. But you
weren't prepared, so let's finish it here and now. OK?" He freed me from
the velcros. Then he followed me to the door. He gave me his hand. "If
you liked the experience, you'd be welcome back."
His phone rang. He went into his kitchen to answer it. I may have heard
him say something, but it never registered. Instead I tip-toed back to
the room, put on the light and pulled the door to. I had never checked if
the suit could make me have intercourse as a woman, but the problem never
struck my mind. I was too drunk.
I looked at every item and felt most of them. I picked down a gag. And a
black hood. It would make sure that I could breathe but would blind me
completely. In the front was written 'Property of Benny'. So he's called
Benny? I picked down the hood as well. He also had a slave collar of some
metal. I put it on and locked it. I put the key on a small table. Now I
was really aroused. I took off my panties and put them on the table as
well. When I had put on the velcros, I made notice of where the start
button was. Then the gag - then the hood.
Now I had the choise. Would I have ther nerve to carry on? This felt
right. I pushed the button. I postponed the decision - too long. And
shortly after I was clearly waiting for a man to enter me.
I heard Benny let a guest in. But I did not hear what they said. I fell
asleep.
I awoke when somebody opened the door. Whoever it was - he made no
comments. But he went outside and I heard him ask Benny, "May I use your
property?"
"Sure. I thought that you had already done that?"
"Not everything." He came back in. He put in a couple of fingers.
"Already wet? Fine." My first intercourse as a woman was OK. He was not
really proficient, so I never came.
I was used five or six times during the evening and night. I came only
once. It seemed that only one of these guys knew what it was about. In
between I slept.
In the morning I awoke because I was lowered. I pulled off the hood and
took out the gag. I was still tipsy, but I could feel a headache coming.
I took off the velcros. "Interesting experience?"
"Oh, yes. Did you like me?"
"I never touched you."
"Why not? The hood said 'property of Benny'. I suppose that you are
Benny?"
"Yes. But I knew that you were wasted last night. I don't like that."
"You don't like drunks?" He smiled. "I don't like drunks. No. But I
definitely don't like to take advantage of a girl who may not know what
she's doing."
"I knew what I was doing, all right. Well. Maybe not quite." I smiled in
return.
"And you were overdressed."
"What?"
"Your dress is fine. Actually it's perfect for this machine. But you are
wearing a bra. I like to open the upper part of the girl's dress and
caress her tits. By the way, I don't really approve of the gag or the
hood. I do have them - just in case."
"What about the slave ring?"
"It suits you. You should be wearing that all the time."
"What about my shoes?" He seemed a bit shy, but he answered. "They are
OK. But I have a fetish for boots. As you can see, I have a large
selection." I went over to the wall and looked for a pair in my size. I
found one. A pair of thigh high boots. The heels were high but not
extreme. I never liked those. "May I?"
"By all means."
I felt that putting them on excited me. I walked by him. "Do they fit
me?"
"Perfectly." I managed to take off my bra without taking off the dress.
Then I went over to the machine and put on the velcros again. Now I was
extremely excited. I knelt and said, "Please Master - would you be so
kind as to push the button?" He came over. He looked me in the eye. "Are
you sure?" I trembled. "Yes, Master." He pushed the button.
He knew what it was all about. For the first time I came several times. I
am not sure, but I suppose that this is how girls really feel.
I went home and went to sleep. It also cured my hangover. After the nap I
decided to remove the suit. I don't know why. It simply felt right to get
out of it. This time it really hurt. It felt that the suit had begun
integrating with my skin. At least my skin was very sensitive. Even a
bath seemed a bother. I went to bed again and started reading the manual
from one end to the other. I found the answer. I found many answers, but
only one mattered. The manual stated that if the suit was used for
crossdressing, I should watch out for having consummated sex, because
that would affect the suit-skin border. I was warned not to have sex more
than ten times in a row. I might not be able to remove it then.
When I came home from work Monday, I did not try the suit again. I was
wondering if I should avoid putting it on - forever. Maybe I should avoid
it? And my tits and hips should diminish over time. Tuesday evening,
however, I put on my lingerie. I was excited again. Suddenly I gripped my
throat. Where was the slave ring? It should be there. I felt that I
should have put on the suit and gone to Benny's flat. I managed to resist
the urge.
Wednesday evening I could not resist it any more.
So now you know, dear friend. I hope that you'll email an answer or call
me. Because if you don't - I shall have to put on the suit Saturday. I am
sure that Benny's friend will be over for their poker night as usual. And
I need to repeat the experience.
Please talk me out of this.
Tammi
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