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There was a knock at the door. I looked at my watch - 8pm? Who'd be
knocking at a time like this?
I stood, a little unsteady from the beer, and made my way to the door.
On peering through the peephole, I saw the most drop dead gorgeous girl
I have ever seen in my life. Long, poofy blonde hair, thick, pouting
pink lips, thick black hipster glasses, an excellent rack by the
looks... I grinned tipsily and opened the door to her.
"Hi!"
"You called for me? Aaron, is it?" She consulted the calendar in her
phone.
Aaron? Not me... I vaguely remembered hearing about the name though - I
seemed to remember him moving in down the road.
"Um... who's asking?"
"Felicity LaGrande, from Showstopper Escort Services. I'm here to
satisfy a prepaid account. If you're not Aaron-"
"That's me!" I grinned widely.
She smiled.
"Oh good! I couldn't quite tell what number they said over the phone but
cool! I guess I got it right!"
I stood back to allow her in. Whoever Aaron was would not be happy but I
was. Oh boy, I was.
We walked into my living room, giving me ample time to study her up and
down. She wore a tight, long-sleeved cream satin blouse buttoned to the
neck that pressed taut against a dark bra underneath doing a terrible
job of keeping her boobs steady. They bounced and wobbled around as she
walked like jelly! Beneath that was a super tight pencil skirt with a
long, gleaming silver zip up the back, some dark, shining tights and
black patent skyscraper heels. She looked absolutely incredible.
It was only as she put it down that I noticed the backpack she was
carrying.
"Shall we get started? I've been briefed on what you like and your last
payment cleared, so we're good to go!"
"Uh... yeah!" I started to lift my t-shirt off before she stopped me,
concerned.
"The brief said we start with a glass of wine, first. Right?"
"S- sorry, of course."
Fuck's sake! Build-up? With an escort? Aaron must be a real puss, I
decided, as I retrieved a bottle from the kitchen and brought it back
through.
She sat on the edge of my couch, hands in her lap and bolt upright,
looking a little uncomfortable. Every little movement seemed to cause
her discomfort in what she was wearing - lots of little tugs to the
skirt, or movements to free up some room for her boobs.
"You like the outfit?" she smiled.
"Yeah, it's great!"
I was about to open the bottle when she stopped me.
"This is my bit, isn't it?"
"Yeah, sorry, it's been a while," I murmured, passing the bottle over.
It was as she opened the bottle that I decided to nip for a quick toilet
break - she seemed to smile knowingly when I excused myself.
I returned some minutes later to find her in the same position with two
glasses of wine on the table. She took a sip from hers as I sat down,
before indicating I should do the same. Her hot pink glossy lipstick
left a mark on her glass I knew I'd treasure for a while.
I took a few sips and we sat there in awkward silence - she just looked
around, and I sat there silently fuming that Aaron had such a weird
arrangement with this girl. When do I get to pou... pound... when do I
get to... oh God...
I dropped the glass, my hands weak and vision blurring and darkening.
Was the drink drugged? I slumped to my side and lay, completely
powerless, as she stood up and placed her glass down. My horniness faded
immediately and I was suddenly very scared of her.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
She carefully dragged me onto some cushions on the floor before moving
them aside and laying me flat. Her slim hands made deft work of my
clothes, whipping them from my body and squirrelling them away
somewhere. I was naked in no time.
She made sure I could watch as she slowly began to unbutton her blouse
at the neck.
"It's been a long, long day for me today in this lot," she smiled.
"I've been up and down town in it, been to the office and sat in a
meeting for a few hours - God it was hot in there. There was me, trying
to work, sat in this thick satin and tight skirt, sweating away," she
laughed as she unbuttoned down to her bra where her bouncing, deep
cleavage could be seen.
"Then, get this, I had to run for a bus to get here! Do you have any
idea what it's like to run for a bus with these?" She grabbed her boobs,
hefting them up and down in her black satin bra.
She pulled her blouse out of her waistband, finished unbuttoning it and
shrugged it off. The waft of perfume was overpowering. It was at this
point I started to think things might turn around and then... they got
weird. Real fast.
She reached behind herself and unclipped her bra. As she pulled it away,
her breasts came with it! Underneath was a small, perky pair that were
okay, I guess, but nothing like the ones dangling from the bra she held.
Now naked from the waist up, I could see she was actually deceptively
well built and looked pretty strong.
"God I'm so glad to be free of these! I pity whoever has them after me -
they're pretty gross," she laughed, giving them a quick sniff and
recoiling.
Next came the skirt. That was simple enough, it zipped straight through
and fell off as one flat piece of fabric. Then the shoes, and finally,
the tights and some black satin and mesh panties. She now stood in front
of me with a far more realistic figure, completely naked.
Helpless, I was lifted into a sitting position against the couch. A lump
formed in my throat as she grabbed the bra again and applied something
from a bottle in her bag. She held it open before me and I desperately
tried to speak, plead, beg, as she started to feed my useless, limp arms
through the straps.
"It's time for your turn to be Felicity LaGrande," she winked, as she
pulled the wretched thing onto me and leant me forward to fasten it. The
warm, sweaty backs of her false breasts pressed against my chest and
clung desperately to my skin as she hooked her bra closed, before
applying some of the fluid to the clasp.
"I've used a lot like it said in the brief, don't worry!" she winked.
She pushed me back and, despite my weak state, I could feel the
tremendous weight of the breasts bounce in the bra. I meekly looked down
at my new heaving cleavage, glubbing ever so slightly and screaming in
my head to get them off. But no - it got worse! She started to jiggle me
around, pushing me back and forth and side to side so they swayed and
bounced in the bra, heaving and stretching the thick straps over my
shoulders.
"Imagine running for a bus like that!" she cackled.
They seemed to suction in to my chest ever so slightly, eradicating any
hint of a seam or join so at the end, I had the same set of bouncing
tits she had. The exact same pair that I'd ogled through the peephole
now bounced on my chest.
Next came the blouse - my kingdom for the ability to speak! Even one
sentence but no! Nothing would come out!
She fed my arms into the blouse and slowly but surely pulled it onto my
body before carefully stretching it around my new tits and starting to
button it.
"All day in this... it's been torturous. It's that nice, thick satin you
like too, but hot to wear and noisy! Oh God, trying to walk around with
your boobs bouncing around and this swishing away, plus the tights...
it's enough to make a girl scream! I just wanted to pop a few buttons
but the brief said it had to be closed to the neck all day. I think you
can experience what that's like now, Felicity."
The blouse was slowly buttoned up me, all the way to the neck as it had
been on her, before more of the fluid was applied up and down the
buttons.
"Just like it said in the brief. Plenty of glue."
My stomach dropped! Glue! I was being glued in! She pulled my head down
so my chin rested on my clavicle and all I could see what a sea of
shining beige satin buttoned right up me, stretched taut over that black
bra as it had been on her. The cuffs were fastened around my wrists and
glued in place as well as I was left to stare at myself.
Next, she hauled me up onto the couch, turned me around and propped me
up so my legs were up in the air and my head on a cushion on the floor,
with my tits drooping down towards my face! The smell of flowers and
sweat pouring off these clothes was insufferable by this point, but
there was nothing I could do other than watch as her black panties were
fed down my legs and pulled snug against me, before again, being glued
into place around the bottom of the blouse. The knowledge and feeling of
that tight black cotton gusset against my undercarriage made me want to
scream even more as the gleaming satin front panel stretched taut over
my member.
"Good thing you went for a wee!"
It took a good five minutes for her to slowly put her tights on me,
stretching them carefully as she went to avoid ripping them, before they
snugly covered my panties and the bottom of my blouse, now crusty with
dried glue. She carefully glued the tights to the panties, and then with
a flourish, zipped the skirt onto me before gluing that shut too.
She carefully pushed me onto my side before hauling me to my feet and
gluing the blouse into the skirt around the waistband. I could already
feel the vice-like grip of the skirt keeping my legs together without
mercy and worried how I'd walk in it.
I was sat on the couch and those tall, skyscraper heels were pushed onto
my feet before being glued into place like everything else.
"So much walking today in these heels. They kill after a while too - I
do not envy you being glued into them!"
She sat back and looked her work over as I slouched there, terrified, as
the glue set all over my body and sealed me into her outfit.
"Perfect! Oh! Last touches," she smiled.
She took a makeup set from her bag and began the laborious process of
copying her own makeup using a mirror onto my face. She even peeled her
long, sultry eyelashes off and re-glued them onto my lids. When she
finished, she turned the mirror to show me and I would have screamed the
house down if I could. She'd done an amazing job copying her own slutty
look onto me, even down to those hot pink lips I'd adored.
Finishing up, she started to pick around her hairline and slowly,
carefully, removed her hair - a blonde wig. Glue was applied around the
edge and it was lowered onto my head like a wretched crown before being
fluffed up and tousled into shape, giving me those flowing blonde
ringlets. The final touch was to take her glasses off and push them onto
my face before dabbing some glue between them and the wig, securing them
together permanently.
"Excellent! Now for the next bit!"
Now fully dressed as Felicity LaGrande and staring desperately at her
through her own glasses, which turned out to be purely cosmetic, my
wrists were bound tightly with a thick rope and secured with a padlock.
She sat me back again and primped my hair, touched up my makeup, and
smiled.
She then took a makeup wipe to her face and removed her makeup almost
entirely, before touching it up into a far more reserved look. She
strapped on a plain bra, threw on a t-shirt and jeans, and pulled on
some socks and trainers. She was now a fairly attractive but otherwise
normal looking girl, and I was now the one uncomfortably dressed head to
toe as a sexy secretarial escort.
"Right, I'm off then! Keys and solvent are where the brief said they
should go, so good luck in getting them, and I look forward to seeing
you next week!"
She gathered her things, winked, and let herself out.
The moments after the front door slammed were the most horrifying, quiet
moments the house had ever experienced, I'm sure of it. I slowly began
to regain feeling and movement throughout my body over the next half
hour, wriggling and struggling as much as I could as I did so. My hands
were firmly rendered useless by the rope as I struggled, trying my best
to ignore the wobbling and jiggling of my boobs and the smooth caress of
my blouse.
When I could, I stood up on those heels and leaned forward as best I
could to keep my balance. I'd never walked in heels before so my first
steps were awkward and Bambi-like as I slowly tottered towards the
kitchen, feeling that same bounce and jiggle from my bust and hearing
the unsteady swish of my tights as they rubbed together. I could even
feel the delicate lace edging of her panties rubbing against the very
tops of my legs and I wanted to cry then and there.
I caught a reflection of myself in my hall mirror and balked - bar the
fact it was clearly me under it all, I looked almost exactly as she had.
I could see that bra pressed against my gleaming satin, my hair falling
down my back, my shining pink lips, those thick glasses... I hurried my
efforts to find something, anything, that would cut my binding.
In the time it had taken her to 'prepare' me as she had, darkness had
truly fallen and it had started to rain. Hard. I fumbled behind myself
in my pitch black kitchen listening to the storm rage outside as I tried
to find my knives.
I cried out with joy when my hand eventually closed around the serrated
blade of my bread knife and I set to work trying to position it so I
could saw away at the ropes. This proved extremely difficult to do as
there was nothing I could really use to grip it and hold it in place. I
tried to wedge the handle between the counter and the drawer without
luck... nothing except maybe the vice in my shed could grip it properly?
As I grew increasingly flustered and desperate in my pert, tight little
secretarial prison, I peered out into the thundering rain to see the dim
outline of my shed at the bottom of my garden. Was I really going to
have to do this? I contemplated just going to try and sleep things off
and see what the morning looked like, but the increased risk of being
seen during daylight dressed as a sexy escort was enough to steel my
resolve that this was something I'd have to do now.
I tottered over to my back door and turned the key in the lock before
carefully flinging it open with a swish of the hips and a flick of the
wrist. There lay my garden path, steeped in an inch of jumping,
splashing rainwater as sheets of rain lashed across it. The inky black
sky above showed no sign of letting up any time soon either.
I grabbed the bread knife again and, taking a deep breath, stepped out
into the darkness. I was instantly assailed by the biting cold and the
icy chill as the rain hammered my blouse and legs, soaking them through
in seconds. I gritted my teeth and maintained a steady pace towards the
shed as my shoes filled with water and my blouse grew increasingly
clingy and see through. It even battered my eyelashes now they stuck out
as far as they did, and soaked my new blonde curls into a tangled,
sodden mess that draped over me.
I made my way to the shed, doing my best to stay on my feet (God knows
how I'd stand up in these shoes in this weather!) and fumbled
desperately with the latch. It eventually opened and the door swung
ajar, only to be violently shoved aside as I barged into the shelter.
I took a second to recover, feeling water run down my neck and back as
it dripped off my hair into my soaked blouse, which now clung to
everything in the least flattering way possible and had gone almost
entirely transparent, showing my bra off to the world. How did girls do
this? How do they cope being caught in the rain wearing such thin,
revealing clothes?
Shivering, with my teeth chattering, I worked on getting the handle of
the knife into the vice. When it was sufficiently tight, I began to
impatiently saw at the ropes. By now my feet were killing me in her
heels and were saturated to boot, so had no time to be careful.
I caught myself a couple of times, yelping and cursing every time, but
persevered until the rope eventually started to give! I sped up, giddy
and excited to finally be getting out of this, until the rope gave
entirely and my wrists came free!
Without hesitation, I grabbed the sodden satin of my blouse and pulled
to fling the buttons open and... I'd forgotten about the glue. The panic
was renewed as I struggled, wrenching the thing this way and that to try
and even tousle the outfit a little but no - it bounced straight back
and, bar being wet through, it looked as incredible on me still as it
had on her. It was then that I remembered talk from her about solvent
being in 'the usual place'.
I was just going to have to cut it all off.
I hesitantly stepped out into the rain, closed my shed door and hurried
as best I could back to the house. As I approached, I saw some movement
in my kitchen window and my heart froze - there was someone in my house.
The kitchen door was pulled closed and, as I panicked and sped up to get
back before they locked it, I heard the click. I was now locked out of
my own house in this hammering rain.
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