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FROM MAN TO MANNEQUIN by 'cc.' I looked about me at the racks of Dresses, daringly cut, designed to show feminine forms to sexy advantage: Some of Satin, stiff and shiny; others, soft caressing Silk; still more were tight, form-hugging Nylon, and Lycra; and several were soft, supple Leather. Lingerie lined the walls: long, silk Hose in countless varieties: seamed, black-net, patterned in texture and color; Corsets, some of soft satin and elastic, others tight, restricting, severely boned, but all, trimmed in intricate Lace. There were ruffled Garters, fancy garter-belts, brassieres of every style and description.... and Panties! Everywhere I looked were rows and rows of Panties in countless variations, from long, heavy Bloomers trimmed with ribbon at waist and knees, to sheer confections of flouncy Lace, to the tightest, skimpiest G-Strings imaginable. There were Shoes: High-heeled for the most part, in a rainbow of colors and styles: Skimpy Sandals in bright Red, stylish Pumps in soft pastels, soft silken slippers, and even thigh-length Boots of shiny Leather and Latex! In the back was the Bondage Gear: Leather cuffs, hoods, corsets with restrictive attachments, locking Chastity Belts (male and female!) Single-Mittens, Arm-and-leg Sheaths, heavy belts, confining capes, all- enclosing Hoods, gags... and even Latex Masks! I looked over all this and more: The Wigs, Makeup and Perfumes; The Body Lotions and Skin Treatments; And the stylish, feminine Mannequins posed seductively in the Windows. It was mine. All mine. Perhaps I should tell how I came to acquire such a vast array of Overheated Apparel... and what I planned to do with it! My name is Harold Harris, and I've spent most of my life building a career as a Stockbroker. It's hard work, but gradually I managed to get enough accounts started and maintained to put me well on the road to Financial Independence. That's when the Divorce came. A business like mine takes a lot of time and attention -- maybe too much! A few months ago, my second wife Helen announced she was suing me for Divorce and presented me with a Court Order evicting me from our apartment and freezing all my Assets for Probate. Or at least that's what she thought! In fact, the day she served those papers, some attorney I'd never heard of told me that someone named Guenter Klow, a long-ago client I helped set up in business had just died: And I was named as principal beneficiary in his Will! So when Helen's Lawyers struck, they got my household goods and a few token bank balances, but I had a potential Gold Mine safely hidden away: a little place in the heart of San Francisco called DRESSED TO THRILL! Klow had done quite well with this store for several years. But I figured that with my Business Savvy, I could make it pay even better! My first step was to interview the woman who ran the shoppe for him, a lady named Tanya Astin.... .... Now I looked at her as she sat behind her glass-topped desk in the Back Room and tried to keep my mind on Business -- no easy feat with a woman as sensuous as Tanya seated across from me, crossing long, shapely legs under a tight, shiny, hot-pink minidress, tossing her dark hair back, and smiling with a strong mouth, set off by firm chin and cheekbones. She wasn't exactly Young, but it was, easy to see she kept herself in good condition -- and dressed to show it! I cleared my throat, fumbled my Lap-Top open and switched it on just to clear my head. When I finally felt a little more composed, I looked back up into her vivid green eyes. "Call me Harold." I smiled. "And-let's start looking over these Books!" The next couple hours were spent downloading data, and listening to the tiny hummm and whirrrr of my Laptop. Fortunately, Klow's business records interfaced with my Program perfectly. "It's my own personal Program," I explained as Tanya watched and helped out when she could, "All I have to do is enter the basic -information, punch a few buttons, and in minutes, I know what a Business is worth -- and how to make it worth more!" "Fascinating!" She leaned forward, and I nearly, dropped a Decimal, "So once you've got the Program, anyone can do it?" "Well, it's not quite that simple," I huffed. "I mean, it took a long time to develop---" "Of course," She soothed, "I wasn't trying to take anything away from your Business Genius. I'm just simply awe-struck at how you've made it all so manageable!" "That's just half of it," I bragged. "Wait'll you see the Contract Program. But wait-- Here's the report!" We both stared intently as the remote printer hissed back and forth across the paper curling up from inside it. Finally, it pronounced itself "DONE" and I tore it off. "Not bad," I scanned the sheet quickly, "According to this, the place is a Gold Mine. But like a Gold Mine, it'll only pay if we work it... hard! But with any luck, we should be able to just about triple our Profits in about two years... if we ring in a few changes!" "We?" She chewed a full lower lip thoughtfully as I tried once again to keep my mind on Business. "You mean you intend to take over here? And run the place?" "Tell you what," I said, "it's late and I'm hungry Why don't we finish this over a tax-deductable Dinner?" I don't know if she could tell I was just looking, for an excuse to get to know her better, but she agreed to Dinner, and a short time later we were at my favorite Restaurant, going over my plans. "First off," I said, "yes I do intend to run things. But that doesn't have to mean any drastic changes for you. According to the Read-out, there's plenty of work for two people, running a place like DRESSED TO THRILL. And your Salary and Perks certainly aren't out of line. All we'll have to do at most is juggle some schedules, re-assign a few jobs, and..." "And?" She raised an eyebrow. "Well, there's your Storage Room and Living Quarters upstairs," I said. "I know you've been getting it for free as part of an unwritten agreement, but... that space is just too good a Location to be used like that. What we need is to subdivide the Storage area and make another Living Unit out of it. The way prices are in this part of town, we could take a hefty chunk off our overhead just by renting it out. Hell, we wouldn't even have to advertise." "But where would we store everything?" "Same place," I said. "But in about half the space, with high-density Storage Units." "Sounds expensive." She sipped her wine thoughtfully. "We'll get to that," I went on. "Now about the Job Assignments..." As we ate I explained to her about expanding our Hours, potential Advertising Outlets and the like, occasionally diagramming something on the long white tablecloth. By the time I was finished, I could tell she was willing to give it a chance at least... especially since she probably didn't have any other immediate prospects for a Job and Living Quarters! "It's going to take me a day or so to set it all up," I went on. "I'll get started tomorrow. For right now, how about another glass of Wine?" For the rest of the evening, we exchanged Life Stories and other small talk while I wondered just how big a fool I was going to make of myself over this woman: Tanya was bright, sensuous, capable and tremendously attractive. I, on the other hand, was middle-aged, overweight, balding, and wrinkled up from Hotel Living. What could she possibly see in me? No, I told myself, a woman like this will want to keep things Strictly Business. No sense in even making a play for-- "Shall we go back to my place for a nightcap?" she asked. Let me just say that to my surprise -- and delight! -- we ended up in the Sack that night... and it was Sensational! I may not look like much, but that doesn't matter in the Dark, and I flatter myself I'm no slouch as a Lover. By the time we were through, Tanya seemed as tickled with the way things turned out as I was. And I was hooked on her! The next morning, there was that awkward moment when we both wondered what we'd gotten into, where it was all going, to lead, and how the other one felt. But Tanya broke the tension easily. "Tell you what." She smiled. "Last night was nice. Really nice! If it leads to something more, that'll maybe be even nicer. But for today, let's concentrate on Business!" "Great!" I grinned back. "When do we start?" It was Noon when I got back from my Hotel, freshly shaved and showered, and set, things in motion. "First thing," I said, "is the extra space Upstairs: I want to get it remodeled as quickly as possible...then move in myself! You'll be in charge of that." I could see the doubt in her eyes and went on quickly, "I know what you're thinking and I'm not trying to squeeze you out! The fact is, I need a combination Office/Apartment, and this Location is perfect! While you supervise the remodeling, I'll have a chance to get my feet wet here while you're still handy... Because I'm going to be your Partner!" "Are you quite sure about all this?" The doubt was still there in her vivid green eyes but there was something else, too, and I wasn't sure what. "I mean," She continued, "Do you really have the time and uh- money to devote to a full Partnership?" "Take a look at this." I grinned and pulled a print-out from my Attach?. The next several minutes we spent going over things and getting together on just what all would be needed. Then I plugged in the Lap- Top once again and ran my Personal Finances File: The one I kept hidden from my ex-wife and the IRA. Tanya's eyes widened. "You have that much to put into this?" she asked wonderingly. "Well," I explained, "technically, yes, all this is going into DRESSED TO THRILL INC. But that's-really just a dodge so-my ex-wife and her lawyers can't get to it." Again, there was that look of Admiration and.... and something else--I couldn't tell what. Whatever it was, I felt my ego swell and my cock stiffen at the sight. "Now let's get started on a Contract." I tried to regain my composure by launching a new program, "I think you'll find this interesting!" This was one of my most impressive programs, combining my Business Savvy, Legal Skills and Programming Talents all into one. "Let's see," I said. "My name... your name... DRESSED TO THRILL, INC....incorporated as... under control of... assets assigned to...." I went on for a few minutes, detailing just who would do what, how the funds would be controlled, and all the other little details. Then I routed it to her terminal, hit a few buttons, and the entire agreement flashed on to the Screen, in perfect legal terminology: a binding contract with every detail we wanted spelled out precisely! "That's amazing!" she gasped. "That program just put down everything we wanted it to!" "In terms that will hold up in any Court in the Country!" I beamed, "A typical Law Office would take a Week to draw this up, and, they'd charge an arm and a leg for it!" Tanya leaned over me to see the Screen, her full breasts brushing my shoulder.The contact thrilled me "Shall I go ahead and print it out?" I asked. She turned to me, staying close, so that her breasts stroked over me a little more. "No hurry," she breathed. "We can do it... later!" In, the privacy of her room, Tanya slipped into a sensuous white nightie, all soft silk, with billowing sleeves, a flowing slit skirt, and lace panels in the bodice, playing peek-a-boo with her full breasts. Matching panties, also of see-through lace, teased me with glimpses of her womanhood. Moving slowly, she undressed me and pushed me onto the bed, then slowly flowed over me, the cool, sexy silk sliding erotically across my naked body as she straddled me, kissing my ears and neck. It seemed to last for hours, the soft, tingling thrill of the silk-clad woman moving sensuously atop me, rubbing her moistness over my throbbing need, stroking her taut nipples against my chest, and kissing, constantly kissing, as I lay pinned beneath her. Then, she was off me, pulling, me onto her. The panties were gone from her hips, and I realized with pleasure that she was stroking my face and chest with them! Slowly, matching her rhythm, I guided myself above her, then gently kissed my way down her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, lower and lower, until she moaned with delight! She pushed me lower still, her knees slid over my shoulders, and I moved my face easily down between her legs, kissing her moist heat, nuzzling, tonguing, until at last she exploded with pleasure, twining her red-painted fingers into my hair and pulling my lips deep into her womanhood! She held me like that for several minutes while she regained her breath, panting gently. Then she released me, shifted a bit, moving her arms, and finally drew me back up her now-naked body, guiding my throbbing stiffness into her center. As I entered her, Tanya deftly stroked my nipples through silk. Vaguely I realized she had somehow slid herself out of that sexy nightgown and put me into it! But I was too aroused to pay much attention as she tightened her legs about me, slowing the pace of my rhythmic thrusts, keeping me on the edge of passion for a delightful eternity with her teasing fingers until I at last I shuddered in a mighty climax! Later, as we lay in each others' arms, Tanya stroked the silk nightgown I still wore and whispered, "This is going to be an interesting partnership... for both of us!" Something in her tone sounded just a little odd, but before I could say anything, she drifted off to sleep. The next few weeks were busy ones as Tanya attended to the building of my new apartment, on the second-floor across a newly-created hallway from her living quarters. I insisted that we use pre-fab quick construction walls for this, so they could be done in a day or so at little expense. It was a move I later regretted, but at the time I guess I was thinking how nice it would be later to turn the Upstairs back into one large Apartment... that I would share with Tanya! As it turned out.., but I'm getting ahead of myself. While she oversaw the ultra-compact storage of the Store Stock, I moved my clothes, files and personal belongings into my new place and tried to get used to running a retail operation. Tanya helped out, giving me a crash course in Female Attire and helping me reorganize the accounting procedures. But three months later, as I was going over the books, it hit me -- hard! "We're losing Money," I explained. "Well, not losing it exactly, but- we're not bringing it in as fast as we should be. And I can't think why!" Tanya looked at me carefully, then, "Well," she started, "I think I might know why, but...." "But what?" I insisted. "Promise you won't take this the wrong way?" I nodded. "Have you noticed that sales are up, for the most part, on the Shifts when I work?" "Are you saying I'm a rotten Salesman? 'Cause if you are--" "That's not it," she interrupted, "you're a great Salesman! It's just that... Well, in this business you need to radiate Femininity, Sensuality... and a touch of Kink never hurt in this town either'" "You mean we should hire a bunch of Pretty Girls to do Sales? I asked, "Raise expenses and leave ourselves open to a Discrimination Lawsuit?" "That's not what I'm talking about at all," she insisted. "Customers in a store like this need know that we understand and appreciate their Life-style, no matter how bizarre! And that's something we have to project in our attitudes...and appearance!" "You're not suggesting I wear some of this stuff, are you?" I asked. "It's a possibility," she replied. "After all, a lot of people in all walks of life feel that a touch of the Bizarre can really enhance their Sex Lives...and those are exactly the folks we cater to!" "Surely you don't mean that I should--" "I mean," she interrupted, "that you should put yourself in my hands tonight and let me show you just exactly what I'm talking about!" * Tanya's plans for that evening proved to be bizarre... but delightful! I stood nude in her bedroom, by her big brass bed, and she wore a long, devastatingly sexy nightgown of Black Silk, with a lace center panel that gave teasing glimpses of her full, firm breasts and shapely legs, clad in dark nylons, held up with a sexy black garter belt. In the soft light she looked me up and down, smiling. Now I said before that I'm riot much to look at: Overweight, balding and starting to show my age. But I tried to look the best I could, holding in my stomach for all I was worth, and I'm afraid the effort showed on my face. Suddenly Tanya produced a pink satin corset! "Here," she said, encircling my waist with it, "I want to try something a little kinky tonight!" As she spoke, she tightened the laces at the back of the corset, pulling my stomach in sharply. The feel of strong, cool Satin on my bare skin excited me, and frankly I was glad not to have to keep up the effort of sucking in my gut myself! But there was more: Before I knew it, Tanya had drawn my hands behind me and tied the laces to my wrists! When she finished, the bonds weren't painfully tight, I guess -but they held my arms securely at the small of my back! "Just what did you have in mind here?" I smiled nervously. "I propose to make love to you," she said wickedly, "all night long! You're mine tonight, Lover, and I. intend to keep you right where I want you... and boy, do I want you!" - She held up a small black silk bag with a velvet drawstring, and as I looked down in disbelief she placed it over my cock and balls and drew it tight! A tiny catch kept the bag closed while a foott of drawstring dangled between my legs. Now Tanya began deliberately stroking me through the bag, pressing her full, silk-covered breasts up against my naked chest, kissing me passionately on the lips, cheeks, ears, neck and eyelids until I was dizzy with excitement! Before I knew it, we were kneeling on the bed, my back pressed against the tall brass foot rail as Tanya swarmed over me with her hands and mouth. The contact of her silk-covered limbs on my bare skin thrilled me, and her knowing fingers, teasing my manhood, through the soft, supple bag, kept me on the teetering brink of ecstasy. Slowly she drew back, reclining on the cushions, spreading her stockinged legs for me. I leaned toward her... and pulled up short! She'd tied the velvet drawstring on the bag around my genitals to the foot rail! "C'mon Harry." She smiled wickedly. "Pleasure me, Honey!" She licked her lips meaningfully and lowered her fingers between her legs, rubbing her moist center as I tugged my tied wrists, crazy with desire! Carefully I lowered myself prone on the bed, feeling the strain on my bound arms, inching forward slowly into the dark tunnel of her nightie until the drawstring pulled tight and Tanya's pantied crotch was just inches from my tongue! She giggled pleasurably and squirmed down, rubbing the wet silk undergarment across my face mischievously. "S'matter," she teased. "Can't you get them down? Don't you want me?" Straining, craning, extending as much as I could, I at last got my teeth on the lace trim of her scanties and gently, gently, pulled downward, teasing them off her firm rump-and down her legs. She helped me, raising her hips and twisting her soft, nylon-clad legs until they were free at last, and her Treasure was opened to me. Opened to my Tongue, that is! For a reeling, tingling eternity, I kissed, nuzzled and lapped at her heated passion as she moaned happily into the pillows. Finally, she gave a cry of total ecstasy and relaxed about me. For several minutes longer, she rested there, basking in the afterglow as I pillowed my head in her crotch, feeling my stiff member jutting upwards in the tight silk bag, my arms tied comfortably to my back. Then, slowly, she pulled her nightie up, the cool silk trailing over my bare ass and bound elbows, then up over my shoulders and neck, stopping at my head to rub my ears and lips gently with the soft, tactile fabric. Finally, she pulled the, garment clear of my head and smiled down at me. "That was good," she said, "for a start!" Carefully, so as not to pull too hard on the drawstring that still bound my genitals to the foot rail, Tanya rolled me onto my back. My wrist-to-corset bondage made my chest jut upwards, but the position was not uncomfortable. And when she began tickling my nipples with her stockinged toes, it got downright wonderful! "Mmmmm," I sighed, feeling the silk bag tighten across-my manhood. "Tanya! This is s-o-o-o g-o-o-d!" "Oh?" She drew her feet up to my face. "How about a Thank-You kiss?" Obediently, I kissed her wiggling toes, and was rewarded as she sat up and leaned forward, stroking the, softness of her nightie across my chest, toying with my nipples once again. Then she was up on her knees, straddling my face, trilling her fingers skillfully up and down my bag-bound, twitching cock until I felt I must explode any minute! But she backed off and leaned back, settling her ass over my face. "Not yet," I heard through the whisper of black silk stockings in my ears. "Pleasure me again!" It went like that all night, with Tanya bringing me over and over again to the brink of ecstasy... then backing teasingly off and sweetly demanding oral servitude from my willing lips! I spent hours kissing the soles of her feet, suckling at her breasts, tickling her armpits with my tongue, and always returning to the sweet center of her womanhood to bring her to climax. Finally, when she was close to exhaustion and I was throbbing with frustrated need, Tanya pulled off her nightie and slid it over me, wrapping me inside its cool softness. Then she slipped off her stockings, knotted them gently around my neck as I lay here helpless, and clipped the ends of her garter belt to them, trapping me between her thighs! "Night-night, Sweet-Cheeks!" She yawned sleepily, kissed her fingertip, and touched it gently to my lips. Then she rolled over, with her perfumed bottom in my face, her soft legs pressed against my chest... and fell asleep! I couldn't believe it. I stared blankly at the smooth, pink globes brushing against my nose. Felt the tight restriction of my arms, laced to the corset at the small of my back. The soft snugness of the stockings knotted around my neck. The gentle caress of Tanya's nightie on my flesh. And most of all, the thrilling, hampering confinement of that bag over my cock and balls, imprisoning my manhood in frustrating confinement! How long I lay there, aching with need, hungering for this so-near woman, I couldn't say.... I dozed in fitful snatches, waking with a start every time my relaxing legs pushed against the brass foot rail and jerked on the drawstring of the bag around my genitals. Then, all at once it was bright daylight and Tanya was up, untying the drawstring from the foot rail, helping me to my feet. My wrists were still bound to that constricting corset, so I was powerless to resist as she slid her high-heeled slippers onto my feet and slipped her black silk panties over my head, cutting off my vision. Helplessly, I followed as she reached under the folds of the nightie that still enshrouded my bound form and tugged on the drawstring, leading me... Where? I reaiized with shock that she could take me anywhere in this condition! What if she took me downstairs to the Lingerie Shoppe and put me on display? Hell, she could parade me down the Street like this and I couldn't stop her! But it turned out we were only going to the Bathroom. I listened in satin darkness to the sound of Tanya relieving herself, then sighed thankfully as she seated me on the toilet and at last removed the silk bag from my genitals. The sound of her starting the shower came to my ears through the panties over my head as I used the toilet. Then Tanya was near me again, pulling the nightie off me, untying the stockings from my neck, and -- at last!-- releasing my wrists from the corset and removing it from my waist. Finally, when I was nude, she snatched the panties from my head and led me gently into the warm, soothing shower where we laved each other with soft, perfumed soaps. It was like dreaming. Numb from lack of sleep, dizzy with need and aching from my long confinement, the feel of Tanya's soothing hands on my body and her soft, soapy curves rubbing my bare flesh felt strangely unreal somehow. We were out of the shower, towelling each other off. Tanya dusted me with scented powder, then had me do her. The sight, feel, smell, the erotic presence of her nude, tingling limbs so near made me giddy with arousal and I sunk helplessly to my knees, pressing my face drunkenly into the warm, wet juncture of her spreading legs. She accepted me, leaning back against the wall and pulling my head into her for one long, last, loving oral homage. Once more (How many times had it been that night?) she shuddered in happy climax and held me close. Then somehow I was on my feet, in her Living Room, still nude. Tanya was nude too, standing behind me, pressing her full breasts against my back, rubbing her wet pussy over my ass as she encircled me in her aims and tweaked my nipples sensuously. The silken bag that had trapped my cock all night was drawn tightly over my hands now, in front of me, and at her gentle command I was stroking my towering need through the soft fabric while she nuzzled my neck with her warm lips and blew softly in my ears. Before I knew it, I was gushing my pent-up desire into the bag, feeling my own hot fluids soaking through, covering my hands as I moaned ecstatically, and my head reeled with the sweet, blissful wonderfulness of it, and my knees almost buckled beneath me! Then the door was open and Tanya whispered, "Off to bed with you now!" patting my ass as I scampered across the passageway between our rooms, clutching my hands over me (Although no one could have seen me upstairs here!) for modesty until I reached my door (Had I left it unlocked? It seemed to just push open at my touch!) then staggering to my bed and collapsing on the satin sheets. Satin Sheets? Oh yes, I thought drowsily, from the store....... Sleep hit me like an oncoming train * - It was late afternoon before I was up and about again. Well-dressed and freshly shaved, I came downstairs at last and grinned sheepishly at Tanya, standing behind the Sales Counter, talking to someone on the phone. "That's riqht," she was saying into the phone, "just witness it all, sign and... no, like I said, there's no risk... Mmmhmm.... I'll see you're taken care of!" She set the phone back in its cradle and flashed me a dazziing smile. "My!" She looked me up and down approvingly. "You certainly recover fast!" "I may never recover from last night," I replied. "That was.... Tanya, I....." "I know." She radiated tender, simple happiness. "You don't have to say it. Me too. But the way things are going between us we really better get this arrangement down in writing before it gets really complicated! You know we never did sign a Contract!" "My thoughts exactly," I nodded, although they weren't. "I'll bring my laptop down and we'll print it out." Back in my room, I found the laptop in its accustomed place (Why shouldn't it be?) For just a second, I got an odd sensation, seeing it there. Then I remembered I'd left it in Tanya's rooms, along with my clothes, keys, wallet... And she must have very considerately brought them back over and hung them in my rooms, I told myself, shrugging.off the feeling. Down in the office we hooked the laptop to her computer and ran off a copy of the contract, which she fed into her Copier. Then it was off... to a Law Office to get it Witnessed and Notarized. I wanted to go to an old friend of mine, but Tanya knew someone whose offices were near a really great Restaurant, and since we were both hungry and already knew what was in the contract, we waived formal reading before the female attorney, simply initialing the pages and signing the documents my laptop had printed out, leaving, them with her to file, process and all while we went out and enjoyed a lavish Dinner. Our love-making that night was more relaxed (Thank God!) and conventional, but when it was over and Tanya was curled in my arms, she traced a finger lazily across my bulgy tummy and commented, "You know, we really should do something about that!" "I know what you mean," I admitted, "I try to exercise and eat sensibly, but..." "...But you just can't seem to stick with it, right?" she finished. "Something like that." "Harry, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone; You need to get in Shape, after all, and you also want to get a feel for some of our Product! Why not...." There was more, but why go into it? Suffice it to say that I began wearing Satin Corsets and other bits of feminine apparel beneath my clothes, when I worked in the store. And during my Off Hours, I was busy with trips to a Physical Therapist Tanya recommended, working on exercises to slim my waist. When I complained about Fatigue and Muscle- Ache, Tanya took me to a female Doctor, who gave me a series of shots and prescribed medications, which Tanya picked up for me. As the weeks went by, my undergarments became a bit more frilly, and Tanya insisted I wear what she called "Abdominal Support" at all times. This turned into a series of garments with various names, like Tummy Trimmer, Waist Whittler, Foundation Garment and the like, but they all reminded me of the corset I wore on that marathon sex-session, and every time I struggled into one, I felt an odd, erotic tingle just remembering that night. For her part, Tanya noticed the effect her garments had on me and dressed with deliberate sensuality for our encounters -- Well, with all the stock in the store, she had plenty to choose from, and it seemed that over time I got intimately acquainted with all of it! Tanya would dress in some intriguing bit of feminine apparel or, don a bizarre accessory from the Kinky Corner of the Shoppe, then tell me its name, the fabric it was made from, it's cost and various uses until I knew them all by heart! There was, more: Tanya urged me to try a Skin Lotion, to tone up my sagging flesh and remove wrinkles, she said. It worked, and in a few weeks, I'd swear I looked ten years younger! Also, she introduced me to a woman who did Hair Reweaving, and by the time she was through, my bald spot and receding hairline were gone, artfully covered by my own hair, laced tightly across my scalp. I was a new man! You'd think with all these positive changes,. I'd be pretty happy with my life at this point, and for the most part I was. But there were some flies in the ointment as well, and I must admit that although Sales were indeed picking up at a satisfactory rate, I had some serious doubts about my, whole partnership with Tanya... and our life together!. For one thing, though I now looked much better than before, I was not entirely happy with the way I'd, turned out. The stiff corsets held in my stomach, all right, but they also made me sit and stand very straight, and even caused me to sway my hips a bit when I walked! Then there was that Skin Lotion It removed my wrinkles, but it also took off most of my body hair! And as long as I used the cream, it wouldn't grow back! I felt very shy about my body looking so smooth and silky -- almost feminine! -- but Tanya insisted it looked, sweet and was a real Turn-On for her, so I put up with it. The exercises had an odd effect on me as well; It seemed lately I felt weak as a kitten. And while aerobics certainly helped get rid of my gut (Or was it the corseting?)They weren't doing a thing to slim my hips, which seemed to get rounder and fuller every day! Also, my chest wasn't firming up at all; In fact, it almost looked like the fat I trimmed off my waist had settled in my Pecs! Then there was my hair: I couldn't get it cut at a regular Barber; Tanya's re-weaving friend had to style it for me. And she insisted on letting it grow out and putting a soft wave in it that I found almost effeminate. So I was far from happy with the changes in my appearance. In our personal lives also, there were some problems between me and Tanya. Mtnmm, not problems, exactly, but... Well, she had a take- charge attitude that overwhelmed be a bit. For instance, since none of my old clothes fit me anymore, she bought me new ones. And her taste in clothing was more suited to the DRESSED TO THRILL line than to the staid businessman I used to be: Tanya favored silk shirts with wide collars and fancy piping. The custom-made suits were soft-looking, but of strong fabric.., and tight! Just putting them on was a chore, and walking around in them seemed to hamper my movements, increasing the sway in my hips -- which wasn't helped at all by the tight, highly-polished shoes Tanya picked out to go with the suits: Shoes that had subtle lifts in the soles to make me look taller, but which also canted my feet downward like a pair of high heels! Walking around like this, in the tight, pastel-colored suits, with my swaying gait and soft hair-do, I suffered a distinct loss of confidence. I was no longer the aggressive, Type-A Salesman I used to be; I listened more now to the Customers and talked less as I became more and more involved with DRESSED TO THRILL. And with Tanya. We were quite busy with the shop, of course; DRESSED TO THRILL was really taking off! And I found myself spending hours in my fancy clothes, sorting and arranging skirts, dresses, panties and hose, folding them in display cases or arranging them on racks. I even had to dress the window dummies! And much as I disliked it, I had to admit that Sales were definitely Up! It seemed like our customers had more confidence - in me now, they felt more open in discussing their needs and situations.... like Couple I waited on next! They looked fairly ordinary at first glance, just a man and woman in their early 30s, but a closer look at the one in dresses revealed to my practiced eye that "she" was really a "he"! I minced over to see if I could help them, using the soft voice and feminine mannerisms Tanya taught me. ".... promise if I do this, that's the last you'll ask?" The "female", whispering to the guy with her, broke off as I approached. "Can I show you something?" I trilled. "As a matter of fact," the guy grinned, "we're looking for something in a Wedding Gown!" "For this Little Darling?" I smiled at "her" and "she" blushed deep red. Somehow, it gave me Confidence,, thinking that this silken creature felt shy and awkward in "her" role, while I, though wearing bits and pieces of female attire, looked much more manly in comparison. I went on. "We've got a very wide assortment!" I said. "Some previously-owned, and quite reasonably priced, others brand new and absolutely gorgeous! What sizes and styles did you have in mind?" Minutes later, I was in our most spacious Dressing Room, buttoning an incredibly frothy sequined white gown on the "girl", who called herself Gwen. It looked lovely, the fullness of the material enhancing "her" smallish bosom while the sheer skirt showed off "her" shapely legs. But "she" remained sullenly silent "Why so glum, Dear?" I asked. "Having second thoughts about the Wedding?" "I just hope if I. go through with this he'll give me back my clothes and let me go!" "She" pouted. I must have looked puzzled, so she went on: "Yes, I'm a Transvestite; I've been one all my life -- and if I say so myself, I'm pretty convincing! But until a few months ago, I was a high-paid executive and Dressing like this was just a part-time thing... for Fun, you know...." There was a soft tap at the door. Gwen broke off as "her" escort entered the dressing room and surveyed "her" critically: "I know it's bad, luck to see the Bride like this." He smiled. "But since this is pretty much my idea, I thought I should get Final Approval!" He looked at "her" again. "No," he said at last, "not quite 'what I had in mind." He produced another dress. "Tanya said this should fit; Give it a try and we'll see." Alone again, "Gwen" went on with her story as I helped her out of the old dress and into the new one. "I corresponded with Brian -- that's the big guy out there - for years, and he seemed nice. You can see held never 'pass' himself, but he's always enjoyed fantasizing about it and meeting other TVs. Like I say, I thought I could trust him. When he invited me to come out here for the Street Faire, I decided to do it, even though I had to travel practically clear across the Country!" I buttoned the dress in back. This one was white as well, but less frothy... slinkier! The heavy silk fabric clung to "her" legs exquisitely, and the strapless bodice shoed-off "her" cleavage. The silken veil draped over "her" face tickled the tops of those ersatz mounds as we got-her into it: "Brian lives in a house with his two sisters; oneof those old places, I guess that they got from their parents.,.. so I checked into a Hotel before I went to visit with him. I was dressed like aMan then, but I keep my body shaved and I was wearing Lingerie under my clothes, so it didn't take Brian long to convince me to put on some makeup and a nice dress and shoes he had. I guess I should have suspected something when he had those things in just my sizes, but his sisters were away at Work, he said, and it seemed perfectly safe. "It was a lovely afternoon. Brian treated me just like a Lady, and it was so nice feeling accepted, I guess time just slipped away -- The next thing I knew, Brian's sisters were coming in the door, he was stashing my clothes behind the couch, and telling them that I was a girl named Gwen he'd met at work! "I guess his sisters were delighted to see him with a Girl, and they insisted I stay for Dinner. I thought Brian would get me out of it, but to my horror, he accepted for me! Naturally, I was pretty quiet through the meal; I didn't say much, even when they asked me questions about where I lived and how long I'd worked with Brian. I kept looking for an excuse to get my clothes and get out of there! "Then Brian announced that the reason I was so quiet was that I'd lost my Job that day, left Home because of an abusive Father, and I was worried about what I'd do! "His sisters were immediately All Sympathy, and they insisted I stay there, at least for the night. I refused, of course, but Brian got me to one side and whispered for me to accept: He had a plan for getting me out! "No sooner had I agreed than Brian said he had an errand to run, and would be gone for about an hour. While he was away, I got a chance to check behind the Couch, but, when I looked, all my clothes were gone... and my wallet and hotel key! He'd taken them! "When he returned, it was with my Suitcases. I wondered what he was doing with them, but he told his sisters that I had packed my things and checked them at the Bus Terminal and he'd simply gone to get them! "I was really confused then, but Brian took the bags up to the Guest Room (which adjoined his room!) and when I opened them, they didn't have my clothes at all! Just a lot of cheap second-hand dresses and lingerie!' "It was getting late by then, and Brian's sister said we should put on our Nighties and have some Cocoa. I went along with it, but I was so embarrassed at the short frilly pink nightie that was the only nightwear I had.... I almost refused to come down. But Brian got me alone again, and told me to go along with it... only his voice wasn't so plasa?t tiis time!" The door opened again and Brian peeked in, holding yet another Wedding Ensemble. He checked out "Gwen's" appearance carefully, pursing his lips as "she" turned and posed for him, showing off "her" legs, cleavage,and the incredibly round ass sliding beneath the silky white fabric. "Nice," he commented, "but not quite what I had in mind. Here, try this one!" As I helped "Gwen" undress, "she" went on with "her" story: "That night, I snuck into Brian's room and asked him what was going on: He calmly said that he'd taken all the stuff from my Hotel Room and stored it, then filled my trunks with stuff from a second-hand shop! "He went on to say that his sisters had always thought he was Gay, and they were so pleased seeing him with a. 'Girl' he was just going to keep me as his female guest for the next two weeks -- and I'd better go along if I ever wanted ray clothes and money and credit cards and plane tickets and... well, you know.... everything back!" Gwen was down to her panties now, and as we looked through the things Brian had brought in, she held up a pair of pink silk panties with a sigh of mortification. I turned away as she slipped out of her own scanties and donned these. Then I helped her into the rest as she went on: "I don't knowh ow, it happened, but somehow those weeks turned into Months! Brian's sisters.suggested that I just move in with them and he chimed in that since they all worked, l could Clean House and cook for them! I thought it was a joke until they bought that silly Maid's Outfit--and made me wear it!" The new wedding dress was heavier than the others. And longer. And tighter! It seemed we had to squeeze every inch of Gwen' s shapely frame into it, but the heavy seams held fast. When she was finally in at last, she could barely move. But she managed to turn her head in the high collar and look disconsolately in the mirror behind her. There, to her shame, she saw the lace-trimmed heart-shaped cut-out, framing her pink-silk-pantied ass perfectly! "OH!" she cried. "I'll never be able to go out in this thing! I just couldn't!" "There, there," I tried-to soothe her as I pulled the confining white gloves up her already-sleeve-hampered arms. "Maybe the veil will cover it, Dearie. So what happened next?" "I've been a lowly Housemaid ever since... ME, who used to hold a high- paying job! I don' t know what's become of that Job or my old home or anything -- Brian just says he's 'taken care of it!' and I have to depend on him! "Now he says if I go through with this Wedding he'll give me my clothes back. I'm not sure if I should trust him, but I haven't any choice, really! I just hope he keeps his promise and lets me go!" I pinned the long, flowing veil into her hair. Trailing down her back, it just managed to hide the cut-out in. the rear... if she stood very carefully, that is! Just then Brian knocked at the Dressing Room Door. "Everything all right in there?" he called. "You two are taking an awfully long time!" "Oh yes, Brian darling!" Gwen answered anxiously. "I think you've picked out something just Perfect!" "Okay, Dear," he called back, "I won't hurry you." Without another word, "Gwen" minced haltingly out of the Dressing Room and pirouetted carefully for her fiance. He looked approvingly at the way the dress hampered and embarrassed her, making every move a supreme effort. "We'll take it!" he beamed. Later, as the strange couple left, I started to ask Tanya about them, but suddenly another customer caught my eye: my soon-to-be-ex-wife Helen! She caught sight of me and stalked over. "Well, Harry." She took in my slimmed-down form over, caught sight of my new hairstyle and smiled. "I hardly recognized you'" "How are you, Helen?" I asked coldly. "I heard you were running this place," She went on, "And since you won't return my phone calls, I came looking for you," She looked, around the shoppe. "Though I hardly expected to find you in charge of a place like this! Are you wearing Lingerie now?" Well as a matter of fact, I was wearing Lingerie just then. Tanya's idea, you know. I reddened at the sneer in Helen's tone. "What is it you want?" "I Want a fair deal from you." She dropped the pretense of friendliness. "Have you forgotten what day this is?" "Ah yes!" I smiled for the first time. "Our Divorce becomes final today, eh?" "You know very well it does," she said. "Along with all the Property Settlements. Unless you voluntarily amend your end. That's why I'm here." "You want me to--?" "I want you to split your assets from this store with me. I'm not even asking for half. I just want Thirty Per Cent... of what you really have, not what you declare on your Tax Statements!" "I'm not going to discuss it," I said. "You and your Lawyers agreed to the Property settlement before I actually acquired this -place. You're getting..." "I'm getting screwed," she interrupted. "Arid we both know it, no matter what I can prove in Court. Now I'm giving you one last chance to split evenly with me!" "A last chance, Helen?" I was starting to enjoy this. "You sound positively ominous!" - "I mean to," she said levelly. "This is it, Harold; settle with me now or you'll regret it. Deeply." "Just what are you threatening?" - "I'm not going to tell you," She didn't lose a bit of her cool, "I'm just going to say again that if you're smart you'll pick up that damn Lap-Top-of yours and sign over Thirty Per Cent of your assets -- your real assets -- to me." "And I'm going to say -- again -- that I'm not even going to discuss it." I summoned, up all my old presence as best I could and stared her down. "All right, Harry," she said at last. "But I want you to remember that I gave you this chance... and you blew it!" And she turned on her high heels and stalked out. That night, I discussed both incidents with Tanya. Or rather, I tried to. She had spent the day checking out prospective merchandise, and to put it mildly, she was Hot for my Body! It was only after we were both properly attired, in bed, and I had gratified her orally that she turned her attention to what I was saying. "Threats, eh?" She ran a hand lazily through my hair and looked down at me, smiling. "What do you suppose she meant?" "I don't know," I said, "and I'm hardly in a position to discuss it now!' That was an understatement! By "properly attired" I mean that Tanya had dressed herself in a flowing red-silk nightie with white lace trim..., and dressed me in a matching corset, laced crushingly tight, with black net stockings on my smooth legs and a high-necked Collar to help me hold, my head "inposition"-- arched upwards, toward the warm Juncture of her thighs! The reason I needed help holding my head up was that my arms were buttoned into what Tanya called "Panty-Gloves": Elbow-length silk mittens joined at the hands in a Veeshape -- which formed the front of a silken Gee-string, tied snugly over my privates! Once this thing was on, I was delightfully helpless to resist Tanya's teasings; She could toy with my nipples, smother me with hot, wet kisses, or -- as tonight -- perch happily on my face for oral servitude as long as she wanted. All my struggles did was rub that silken panty-mitten maddeningly over my privates, driving me to fits of frustrated desire! Now we lay on our backs in her oversize bed, Tanya's legs over my bare shoulders, my head cradled just below her stomach as she toyed with my ears while I tried to carry on a conversation and ignore the aching need in my crotch and the taste of her on my lips. "You know," I said, "I've changed so much in the last few months, she barely recognized me! In fact, that's the Other Thing I wanted to tell you about--" Briefly, I recounted the story "Gwen" had told me, then asked, "What do you think we ought to do?" "DO?" Tanya arched an amused eyebrow, "Who says we should do anything?" "But that poor guy is..." "That poor guy as you put it, is having the time of his Life! One thing you need to learn about this business, Darling-- No, two things: First, Masochists love to Protest and beg for sympathy. They'll drop a Life Story on you if you as much as nod to them; But they all crave the treatment they're getting and wouldn't trade it for the world!" - "And the Second Thing?" I asked. "A corollary to the First," She explained, "No man gets into a situation like that unless he really wants it! No matter what our customers might tell you, they got themselves where they are... and want to stay there! And that reminds me...." "Yes?" "Hmmm." Reclining on the pillows, Tanya shifted thoughtfully, her wet nether hairs rubbing the back of my head and her soft legs stroking my chest as she spoke. "Just an interesting thought: Maybe we could... " "Could what?" I arched-my back to see her face, and my silk-bound hands stroked my stiff privates, sending tingles through me. "Well." Tanya noticed my discomfiture and smiled. "It's an idea I've had for improving Sales. But we can discuss it later Right now, I want a little bit more of you!" She turned me over with a deft move of her legs and pulled my face into her, sliding my bound crotch excitingly up across the satin sheets for a thrilling split-second before clamping my head between her soft thighs. And all conversation stopped for a while. * Two Weeks later, I was once again working behind the Counter at DRESSED TO THRILL. But you wouldn't have recognized me!