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Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Don't read if you are younger than 18 years old or not legally allowed to read adult material and all the usual disclaimers. Text in brackets [like this] is translated from barely decipherable lisp. A huge thank you to Oklaliz for the editing help. If you enjoy this, it is largely thanks to Oklaliz making it much more readable. Identify - Chapter 4 of 10 - Modifications and Preparation One morning, 10 weeks later, Linna woke from the horny haze. She found herself on a small twin bed with light shining through window blinds on her face. Her memories of being Joe came flooding to the front. Her hand shot to her crotch. She felt a void where she remembered her penis having been. This was, after all, only the third time 'Joe' woke up since her transformation. Instead, she found six small locks holding shut her outer labia. The grommets had healed nicely. The six small locks all in a row would tap against each other as she moved. They effectively sealed her vagina. Her exploration almost caused her to lift a nail. The rest of her predicament came rushing to the fore. She brought her fingers toward her face and was reminded of her sensitive mounds topped with her straining pierced nipples. As she started to hyperventilate, she was reminded of her corset as well, steadily squeezing her and restricting her breathing to shallow breaths. After a few minutes, the panic started to subside. The memories started crashing down on her one by one. She remembered visiting Sarah. She remembered describing her wet dream/living nightmare to Rory. She remembered her transformation in Sarah's room. "I wonder what happened to Sarah," she thought briefly. She remembered being used by Fred and his crew, then being chained to the wall and dragged off to her old apartment. She remembered the visit to the corsetiere. "No good could come from that," she thought to herself. Then she remembered the tattoo and piercing studio. Looking down with morning light she clearly saw the tattooed words marking her as Mistress Rory's property. She had already felt the grommets installed. "So that is what they were for," she thought. Further examination found her naked, save for her ever-present corset with its built-in melon rack. A bright red silk corset, it turned out. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she went to stand up. She immediately fell back on the bed. ["Forgot about the shoes,"] she lisped out loud to herself in her squeaky voice. "And my voice," she thought. She found her 'ballet wedges' with their extreme 7-inch wedge heel. Once she slipped them on her feet and laced them up, she stood easily on her tip toes and minced over to the bathroom, dragging her leash-chain behind her. Her chain reminded her of the heavy collar permanently fastened tightly around her neck. As she was walking, she could feel cum mixed with her own fluids still leaking out of her vagina and starting to run down her leg. Her ass also felt sore and she could taste cum in her mouth. She decided a shower was in order. She let instinct take over. She soon found that almost on autopilot, she had her current silk corset stripped off. She tightly laced a PVC corset around her waist. She quickly exchanged her bedroom wedges for PVC shower wedges and climbed into the shower. Before she could even stop to think about it, she removed her butt plug and felt the semen in her ass begin to drain. She inserted an enema plug into her anus. After a few fillings and emptying, she finally felt clean inside. The shackles on the small locks allowed enough slack to slightly part her lower lips between the locks. Unplugging the hose from the enema plug, she managed to feed it into her locked vagina and flush out a majority of the semen. She was also able to urinate and wash herself out afterward. Finishing up with the cleaning, she shampooed and conditioned her long locks of hair. Soaping up her breasts snapped her out of her autopilot daze. "Wow, this feels good," she thought as she kneaded her sensitive breasts and tweaked her stiff nipples. "I've got to finish up before I lose myself again," she told herself, forcing herself to stop playing with her body and finish up her cleaning duties. Cleaning and reinstalling her butt plug, then stepping out of the tub. She allowed herself to go back into 'autopilot' mode to do her hair. As she did her hair, she probed her memories. From the memories she could recover, returning from her road trip with Rory, she spent most of her time here in the apartment pleasuring Rory. She had memories of ass and pussy worship nearly every night for hours on end. As she explored further, she found she was often shared with some of Rory's friends. From her jumbled, sex-filled memories, she couldn't figure out why she was shared with certain people at certain times. There definitely seemed to be some sort of reason for it. The time with the biomedical students was especially disturbing. Her bimbo brain couldn't even register most of the technical talk they used. As a result, her memory had nothing coherent to retrieve. She was especially disturbed by that visit since she was sure it resulted in surgery on her breasts. Before she knew it, her hair was brushed out and dried. She found herself highlighting and emboldening her already over-the-top permanent makeup. Finishing up with her make-up, she hefted up her large breast with her tiny talon tipped hands. Sure enough, at the base of each breast was a small, barely noticeable scar. Her massive mammaries didn't seem any worse for wear, but what could the surgery be for? Linna puzzled over the mystery while she changed into her red silk 'normal' corset. She hung her 'bathing' corset and towels up. She dragged her leash-chain out of the bathroom to a small dresser in the corner of the room that she seemed to know was hers. She took some shimmering silky lace top stockings out of one of the drawers. Sitting down on a small stool, she quickly changed out of her 'shower shoes' and into her stockings. She clipped the stockings to the six garters dangling from her corset. She picked out shiny red leather calf-high ballet boots with a long stainless steel spiked heel. She could only stand again once she had slipped them on her stocking covered feet and laced them up. Looking further in the drawers, she found a silky red top matching her corset. The top zipped up the back with straps that would tie around her neck. This allowed her to put it on even with her chained neck. She pulled out her standard satin knee-length hobble skirt and worked the tight skirt up her shapely legs. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt something was missing. Mincing into the bathroom, she withdrew a shimmering large, round, manufactured diamond pendant that enticingly drew the eye to her cleavage. After struggling with the clasp with her long nails, she was ready. "Ready for what?" she thought. "Don't answer that," another part of her brain said. She sat on a tall stool. Slouching in any previously comfortable chair wasn't comfortable in her corset. She felt her butt plug drive further into her ass. "This isn't all that comfortable either," she reminded herself. She noted in passing a clock on the wall: 11:25 a.m. She didn't have much time left this morning. She tried to think back and remember what happened to her. As her swirling thoughts were beginning to take form, she heard the front door open and Rory came in. She seemed to be in a very cheerful mood. "Merry Christmas!" Rory said happily. ["What? How long have I been out?"] Linna squeaked. Rory giggled, "I never get sick of hearing you try to talk in that little girl voice and that lisp. It turns me on every time. Today is the last day of the semester, then all the kids here at the university go home for Christmas break. Today is Dec.18. I've been by our new place and the contractors have promised to finish it up tomorrow. The movers are scheduled to bring everything from this place to our new place on the 20th, and we'll get to celebrate Christmas in our new home!" ["December! You promised me if I cooperated, you wouldn't leave me a bimbo!"] "Nonsense. I only promised you that if you didn't cooperate, I would leave you a bimbo. Plus, I obviously didn't leave you a bimbo, because here you are now. Although, I am beginning to question how smart you were initially. Maybe there isn't much difference between where you were initially and a bimbo. Maybe you were a mimbo \u2014 a male bimbo." Linna tried not to hyperventilate, but it's hard when you're crushed in a corset, flooded with massive doses of hormones, and trying to deal with major life changes. ["What did you do to me?"] Rory giggled again. "A whole lot of stuff over the past three months, where would I even begin?" ["My boobs. You did something to my boobs."] "Wow, are you sure you weren't a bimbo before? You finally get a clear thought after months, and the first thing you ask about is your boobs?" After a moment, Rory sighed and said, "Fine. It was an especially genius idea, if I do say so myself." "You know all those biomed students in the medical school? Turns out that they are so busy studying, they never get any action. However, with your substantial bank accounts, and talented mouth (on both males and females, I might add), I was able to convince several of them to work on a side project for me. They were able to develop and install a small kinetic charger and battery in your left boob and a sophisticated cellular/GPS combination with additional battery capacity in your right boob." "They used some microsurgery techniques to connect the charger in the base of your left boob to the cellular/GPS combination in your right boob. This should keep everything powered up and running for at least the next 50 years, or so they tell me. Anyway, the great thing about this is I can find out precisely where you are anywhere in the world, anytime I wish, right here on my phone," Rory said tapping her phone. "I can also just log into it like this, and hit this button right here and\u2026" Linna shrieked and collapsed to the floor. She knocked over the stool she was sitting on and convulsing like she had been hit by a taser. "Yeah. That," said Rory. Rory waited for Linna's eyes to refocus. When the hyperventilating, corseted-barbie doll finally focused on Rory, she said, "That was Level One of five levels I can use. Granted, Level Five takes like two days to fully recharge the batteries, so don't make me use it." Rory could see the panic in Linna's half-lidded bedroom eyes. "Get up," Rory ordered. Linna struggled to straighten out her legs, amazed she didn't twist an ankle when she had been shocked into collapse. She struggled to her knees in her tight skirt. Standing the stool back up, she used it to climb to her feet. She perched on her toes in her extreme heels. "The best part? I can hit you anywhere in the world with just a touch of a button," Rory said smiling. "Those geeks over in the biomed department tell me it takes a lot less power than a taser because they connected it straight to your nerves. I don't think you're going to give me any trouble anymore." "I can unhook this leash now, when I don't have a specific use for it. The kids in the biomed department have also suggested not to use anything over Level Four with you. They say Level Five has about an even chance of killing you. Just further incentive to not try running off or anything funny with me." Rory unlocked the leash from Linna's neck and let the chain fall to the floor. She took the lock and set it on a table. Linna couldn't even remember the feeling of the chain being off. It had been months and her body had gotten used to the extra weight on her neck. The heavy steel collar felt significantly lighter. She was sure that the thick steel tight around her neck was anything but light. It was hard to process everything. Her memories were all jumbled up. It seemed like just a couple of days ago she was a guy named Joe who had anything in the world, just for the asking. Now she was an over- sexed, big-boobed, small-waisted, big butt bimbo with a tracking device/taser implanted in her boob. Her head spun as she mentally grasped for something to hold on to. Rory decided it was time for a tiny modicum of compassion. "Honestly, I didn't let you return to yourself until now because you know it takes 10 cocks cuming in your vagina to return to normal the next day. I wasn't sure that your pierced labia had healed sufficiently for sex until yesterday. Yesterday, I helped you find a bunch of guys who loved your pierced lower lips. I had them cum in your cunt, and here you are today." Linna didn't know if that made her feel better or worse. ["Why did you lock up my vagina?"] Linna wailed. "Well, you see\u2026 About that. I have discovered you are really easy to control when you switch into full bimbo mode. Any minor suggestion from me, and off you go. Super easy. This way, I only have to worry about you doing something creative for a few hours each day. If you get any bright ideas and take off, all I have to do is wait until evening, look up your location, and go pick you up. If you find a way to skip aboard a plane or something equally creative, I know sooner or later, you'll be back to full bimbo. All I have to do is look up your location and retrieve you." "Since you know it too, you know that you won't be clever enough to do anything to escape. This way I can trust you during the mornings because I am your only hope to return tomorrow. If you want to be yourself tomorrow, you have to learn to do whatever I ask. Then hope that I will unlock you and get you what you need to return tomorrow. I'm not going to promise I always will. Some days I will, some days I won't." "I'll tell you right now when I won't let you return. They say misery loves company, and these past two months, I've found it to be true. Like any group of women living together, our periods have synchronized. When you are on your period, I'm on mine as well. Your new corsets are due to be delivered later today and when you next go on your period and feel all bloated, I'm going to take out my frustration on you by lacing you into one of your new 14-inch corsets. You'll feel even more bloated in a tighter corset. I plan to make you lap at my bloody vagina to distract me from the woman's curse. I won't give you any relief so you'll be horny enough you'll do it too. Of course, it doesn't seem fair you'd be zoned out for every period. I may relent once in a while and find some kinky guys who don't mind doing a woman on the rag. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the full experience of being a woman," Rory said. Linna stared and shuddered at Rory's words. "She's crazy," Linna thought. "I have to find a way out of here. But how? I'm a prisoner to my own boobs. Even without that, it isn't like I could run if I tried. Even if I could get away, I would still be cursed to turn into a cum starved bimbo every night. What could I do?" "Oh, and did I mention that we are now married?" Rory asked. "One of those forms you signed was our marriage license. I had one of my friends notarize it, along with the rest of the forms you signed. She only asked for two days with you as her lesbian slave licking her pussy and ass one weekend as payment. She took you a few weekends ago. You probably don't remember. You spent pretty much the entire weekend with your head beneath her skirt." ["Married?"] "Yeah, the other papers you signed weren't nearly as interesting. You signed over all your accounts, your old apartment, your car and everything else of value to me. Nothing that would interest a bimbo such as yourself." Linna was near panic. Her life was in this madwoman's hands. At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Rory opened the door to see a smiling delivery man. Quickly checking the return address, Rory called over her shoulder, "Linna, your new corsets are here." Turning to the delivery man, Rory said, "Come on in, I'm sure she will want to thank you properly." Linna came out of the back room as Rory closed the door behind the delivery dude. ["Do I have to?"] she squeaked to Rory. The delivery dude shifted uncomfortably as something in his pants became ill fitting at the sight and sound of this walking barbie doll. "The guys said this was the best delivery location," he thought to himself. "Do it, or I'll make sure you regret it for months to come," Rory hissed in Linna's ear. "And we both (gesturing at the delivery guy) better think you are enjoying it," she added. Linna minced over to the delivery guy, a dizzying array of motion. Her hips swayed and her hair billowed in waves behind her. Her feet were in constant motion making one small step in front of the other. Her hands waved outwardly for balance as she walked. Her earrings and large steel collar ring bounced and jingled. Let's face it, he only saw her magnificent breasts do their figure eights, barely contained in their half cups, with her pointy pierced and ringed nipples making sure the motion was properly highlighted through her tight shirt. He very nearly lost his load just on her way over. As she sank to her knees in front of him and begin to work his belt free with her magnificent long nails, he was certain he wouldn't make it. She surprisingly quickly managed to free his stiff snake and envelope it with her large, puffy, red, glossy lips. At Rory's threat, Linna had decided to see if she could just revert to autopilot and ride it out. Without even thinking, she strutted over to the guy. With surprising dexterity given her ridiculous nails, had his pants unbuckled. Soon she was doing what she was previously sure she wouldn't be able to do. She could feel the head of the guys penis buried down her throat. The feeling was enough to snap her out of autopilot. Fortunately \u2014 or not \u2014 the guy was too far gone to notice or care. He began to shoot his load right down the surprised Linna's throat before she could even react. Fear of what she had become gripped her, but she let instinct take over before Rory could punish her. Cleaning up the rapidly softening delivery guy was surprisingly easy. He was zipped up and gone before she even fully processed what she had done. As soon as the door closed, the full enormity of it crashed down upon her. Dozens of similar memories of different guys in different places at different times. All ended with basically the same outcome. All flooded her memory simultaneously. She started crying, struggled to her feet and hurried over to the toilet and hurled. "Do you know how many cocks you've sucked?" Rory asked somewhat incredulously. "And now you vomit?" ["I didn't remember any of them before. All the memories came back at once."] Rory chuckled, "That would be a lot to remember all at once, you've had a lot of them in the last two months. Get yourself cleaned up, we have to get you into your costume for tonight." ["Tonight?"] "Yeah, we are going to a party tonight, I'll give you five minutes to get cleaned up. Then I'll get you dressed and we'll go." Linna choked back the remaining feeling of bile and struggled to her feet. She let herself zone out into autopilot. She quickly brushed her teeth, cleaned up her makeup where smeared and applied a fresh, thick coat bright red lipstick, followed by a shimmering coating of gloss. Coming into the bathroom just as Linna was finishing, Rory brought a new tan, soft leather corset. "Real reindeer hide," Rory said proudly. "I had Carly rush this one for me. It will be perfect with your outfit. Now strip off your clothes. We have to get you in costume." Linna let her top and skirt fall to the floor. "This was the last piece I was waiting for," Rory said. "I had hoped it would make it in time. Now reach up for that lacing bar, and we'll get you in your new corset." Once Linna was holding the lacing bar, Rory quickly stripped off Linna's red corset. "This is nicely seasonal as well," Rory said holding up the red corset. "But not for you tonight." Rory brought the new tan leather corset around Linna's torso and fastened the front busks. Only then did Linna realize this was an overbust style corset. Very unusual for her wardrobe, but then she didn't have much say in the matter. The built-in cups fit her large bosom perfectly. They lifting and emphasized her breasts while just barely coming up high enough to cover her areoles. Rory laced the corset completely closed, which to Linna's relief was 'only' her normal 15-inch waist with 3-inch pipestem. Linna examined the corset as she clipped her dark stockings to her garters. It was beautifully made of heavily boned tan leather, smooth and shinny. What had Rory said, "Real reindeer hide?" "Come over here and sit on this stool," Rory ordered. It was strange to walk across the apartment without a hobble skirt. She felt it was a nice change of pace. "Strip off those boots and put on these," Rory further ordered. Linna looked at the strange boots. They were the same tan leather as her corset. They looked a lot like her 'normal' thigh-high ballet boots, but instead of the 'normal' toe box, these had a 3-inch platform below the toe box. The bottom of the platform was small \u2014 about 2 inches long. The platform tapered from about 3 inches wide at the toe box to less than 2 inches wide at the bottom. The platform split into two "toes." Each was an odd tear drop shape about 2 inches long and less than an inch wide. The platforms were very hard rubber, almost like a plastic. She was sure they would clack loudly on hard surfaces. They seemed like they would be slippery on any snow, ice, or hard floor. Unlike her 'usual' shoes, there was no heel, but the sole contained a very stiff steel insert. She would be effectively balanced on her toes on three inch platforms with no heel to help her stabilize. These were daunting shoes that she wasn't looking forward to. "Reindeer hooves!" Rory exclaimed excitedly. "I had them custom made." Linna wasn't as excited, but dutifully laced up the boots. It felt as though they kept her foot even more highly arched and rigidly held than normal. It took her a while to tightly lace the thigh-high, reindeer boots. As she finished lacing up the boots, Rory came over with her next surprise. She brought over a long, tan, leather garment, which matched Linna's leather corset and leather boots. Linna had trouble standing in the slick, hard-soled boots. Rory made her stand then bend over the stool. Rory grabbed the base of Linna's regular, heavy, stainless steel butt plug and pulled it out. Without replacing the plug, Rory made Linna step into the new garment. Rory pulled the tight, soft, shinny, leather ankle-length hobble skirt up over Linna's hips. Before zipping up the skirt, Rory had another surprise to drop. She pulled out a very large butt plug with a fluffy tail on the end. "Reindeer tail," said Rory. Rory was just barely able to work the fat head of the plug through a hole in back of the skirt. The flange of the plug was much too large to fit through the hole in the skirt. With the skirt pulled up, Rory was able to work the fat plug into Linna's ass. When she finally got the fattest part past Linna's sphincter, the skirt conformed to every curve of Linna's glorious ass cheeks and fit extremely tight around the hips. With quite a bit of tugging and pulling, Rory was able to get the heavy duty zipper all the way up Linna's waist. A thin flap covered the zipper, rendering it nearly invisible up through her waist. With the skirt tightly closed, Linna's corset felt even tighter than before. The large butt plug was uncomfortable even for someone who wore a plug every day. Part of the discomfort stemmed from the flange pulling on the taut skirt. The tight skirt was constantly trying to withdraw the plug from her distended sphincter which was much happier holding on to the narrower part with the widest part buried inside. A tight belt went around the top of the skirt. The belt had only a single buckle slot allowing only one size for the belt. With considerable pulling and tugging, the buckle was fastened in the center of the back of the skirt. A lock went through the locking buckle ensuring that the zipper couldn't be unfastened without the key. Linna's waist felt even tighter now. Her knees felt like they were fused together. Her feet felt like they were slipping. Yet Rory didn't seem to be done. "Now, sit on the stool," Rory commanded. The skirt stretched taut and the plug ground further into her ass as she perched on the stool. "Put your hands behind your back," Rory ordered. Rory brought out yet another soft tan leather item matching the rest of Linna's outfit. After sorting out the straps, Rory folded over Linna's talon tipped fingers and started working the leather up Linna's arms. Linna's arms were still relatively loosely held as Rory brought straps around Linna's front under her armpits. The straps crossed in front of her chest, then came over her shoulders and fastened to the rest of the leather contraption. Rory quickly began tightening the laces on the armbinder, starting at Linna's wrists and quickly working toward her shoulders. Linna felt her elbows steady pulled closer and closer together. Her arms slowly fused together as Rory tightened the laces. Linna started to feel her elbows rub together. Rory kept tightening her way toward Linna's shoulders. Eventually, Rory was satisfied and tied off the laces. Linna couldn't separate any part of her lower arms and her shoulders were really starting to feel the strain. Rory only added to the strain by tightening the straps over Linna's shoulders. This forced Linna's shoulders back even more and forced her full fun bags further forward. ["Please no more. Please tell me we are done,"] Linna begged. "Reindeers need antlers, then I'll get ready and we'll go," said Rory. Rory brought out yet another item of tan leather straps connected to two slightly curved plates with 2-foot tall antlers attached to each plate. "Now stick out your tongue," Rory ordered. Rory sorted out a large hard black rubber bit gag attached to a large stainless steel ring at each end that attached to the jumble of straps. She fiddled with the bit gag and fiddled with Linna's tongue ring. After a few minutes, she let out a triumphant, "There we go!" Linna found her tongue ring was locked to the bit gag with a tall lock. The lock pressed against her bottom lip as Rory forced the bit gag deep into her mouth. The gag stretched Linna's full, puffy lips that threatened to spill over the large hard gag. As the gag was forced deeper into her mouth, the end of the lock pressed hard into Linna's lower lip. It was going to be obvious to anyone looking a lock was partially showing surrounded by Linna's pillowy lower lip. Linna couldn't even come close to closing her lips past the hard rubber that stretched as her inflated kissers. Rory thought it was a great look. Rory tightened the tan straps going around Linna's head forcing the bit gag deep into Linna's mouth and holding it immobile there. Working the straps over Linna's head, Rory positioned the antlers on the curved plates against the top curve of Linna's head. The curved plates matched the shape of Linna's skull just above her ears and held the antlers proudly above her. Rory pulled and tugged at Linna's hair until it almost completely covered the plates. It appeared the antlers were rising rigidly out of Linna's hair. Rory heaved to pull all the various straps tight. When she was done, the antlers and bit gag couldn't shift at all. Linna felt like her entire head was two sizes smaller. All the straps were painfully tight. Rory produced some black blinders that snapped onto the harness. The blinders effectively limited Linna's view to directly forward. Finally Rory clipped a long black strap with swivel clips at both ends to each of the large steel rings at the ends of each of the bit gag. The reins draped down Linna's back. The bottom of the reins rested half-way between the seat of the stool and the floor. Standing in front of Linna, Rory grabbed one of the rings at the end of the bit gag and commanded, "Up!" Linna stood reluctantly and cautiously on the intimidating shoes. The weight of the antlers affected her balance with every move of her head. The armbinder preventing any arm movement so she couldn't get any balance from her arms. With the tiny restrictive steps of the skirt and the slippery extreme shoes, Linna felt very unstable. "Perfect! Now I just have to get ready. Stand there and don't go anywhere," Rory exclaimed. Taking small steps, Linna could slowly and carefully turn on the slippery shoes. She felt the weight of her headgear with every movement of her head. Every movement of legs caused her large plug to pull at her ass. She had been right, the hard soles of the shoes made loud clicks every time she put her foot down and didn't provide much traction on the wooden floor. Even living in ballet heels for months, she was feeling the strain on her feet due to the footwear. To add insult to injury, the gag buried deep in her mouth pulled hard at the corners of her puffy lips and made her drool. She couldn't fully wrap her lower lip around the lock holding her tongue ring to the bit gag. With the restrictions of her armbinder and corset, she really couldn't turn her torso much either. She had to turn her entire body in any direction she wanted to look due to the annoying blinders. It was almost 3 p.m. when Rory came back into into the room. Linna's arms were almost going numb from the armbinder. Her ass was in a great deal of discomfort due to the large plug that seemed to move with every shift in her weight. She was annoyed by the drool running down her front. All that was nothing compared to the pain in her feet from trying to remain balanced on the small slippery pads with no heel to help. Linna was panting and drooling but at this point, only partially due to the corset and gag. Some of it was due to the distracting need growing in her loins. She had started to shift from side to side just to generate some anal stimulation as her sexual need climbed with the passing time. Rory came bouncing back into the room wearing red furry boots with a small 2-inch chunky white heel and white fir trim at the top. Her tights were red and white striped and disappeared into her red knee length A- line skirt with obligatory white furry trim along and bottom. She wore a red furry top covering her to the white, fur-trimmed square neckline. The sleeves came down to her wrists where they ended in white furry cuffs. A furry white belt fastened around her waist. Rory wore a red, pointy, furry Santa hat with the white fur trim and the little white ball at the tip of the point. To complete the picture, Rory topped it all off with some tasteful, carefully done makeup. She painted her fingernails matching glittery red. In all, Linna noted with jealousy, it looked like a pretty comfortable Mrs. Claus costume. Grabbing a ring at one side of Linna's bit gag, Rory started leading Linna toward the door. Linna had to make lots of fast skittery steps to keep from falling. "Just like a real reindeer on a hard floor," Rory giggled. Rory stopped and put on a warm, furry red shawl with white trim she wrapped snugly around her neck and draped over her exposed chest. Linna had no such consideration. Her shoulders and tops of her boobs remained on display. Even if Rory had been so inclined, the antlers would have prevented any hat. Rory picked up a plain black crop and a red purse with white fir trim and a white shoulder strap. When she stepped on the short industrial carpet in the hallway, Linna breathed a sign of relief, at least as much as her tight corset and belt would allow. The carpet provided much more traction than the slick floor of the apartment. Rory locked up her apartment. She grabbed Linna's reins and turned the trussed up reindeer girl toward the door. With a quick flick of her crop on Linna's tightly skirted ass, Rory urged her reindeer toward the door.