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Right place, right time, wrong change. In the morning, I woke with a start. I was completely disoriented, I couldn't understand why everything felt off and I couldn't get hair out of my face. Reality began to filter back in and I realised I was still Susan. As I finally cleared my hair, I could see I was in a huge bedroom, in a bed with silk sheets. The feeling was marvellous against my skin. I looked around and it was clear that I'd slept alone. I lifted the cover and I could see I was just wearing my bra and g-string from last night. John must've removed my dress and tights. As I sat up, I heard my phone vibrate on the bedside table. I fished it out of my bag and unlocked it. I looked at the screen and I could see that I had three missed texts from a contact called 'My Lover'. I opened them up and started to read the first: 'Dear Susan, I had such a great evening last night, I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of adding my details to your contacts. You fell asleep last night and you looked so angelic that I didn't want to wake you. I removed your dress and tights, but I didn't want to invade your privacy any more than that. I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable to sleep. Anyway, I will text later; I needed to go to work. Make yourself at home. Love John xxx' I felt a bit weird that he had seen me in my underwear, but similarly to the night before I felt very comfortable in my underwear, so it hadn't bothered me to sleep in them. I moved on to the next text. 'Hi Again Susan, I also noted down your measurements from your clothes and I have had some more comfortable clothes delivered for you. You should find them by the front door. I didn't want you to have to do the 'walk of shame' in the clothes from last night. You should feel neither uncomfortable nor shameful. You were nothing but the perfect lady. John xxx' Not sure I liked being described as the perfect lady, but at least I won't have to totter home in the dress from last night. Hang on; maybe I will have to totter home in the heels though, unless he bought shoes too. Then the last text read: 'Susan, given that you stayed last night I take it as a sign you enjoyed your evening and would like to be my girlfriend. So I think we should go on an official date, are you free this evening? John xxx' John certainly didn't hang around, but given our interactions I could hardly be surprised. At this point, I was nonplussed about what plans he had for the future. By the end of the day, I would be John again and even if he did remember me in the new reality, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have had the same interactions! With that in mind, I saw no need to shatter his illusion, so I wrote: 'Dear John, I feel like we have known each other for a long time already. I'd be very happy to go on a date with you this evening. Looking forward to it already. Where should we go and what should I wear? Susan xxx' It didn't make any difference to me, I could do without the grief of trying to make up some excuse as to why we couldn't go out this evening. Now all I had to do was get up, maybe grab some breakfast and then get back to Peter's. I found two dressing gowns on the back of the door, one for a guy and one for a girl. I tried the men's one but it was excessively big and long, so I found myself in a mid-thigh black silk dressing gown. I decided to explore a little and found that the house had 5 bedrooms upstairs, 3 with on-suite bathrooms, including the one I slept in and 2 that shared a 4th bathroom. Downstairs was the living room I had fallen asleep on John in last night, a library/study, a massive kitchen diner, a utility room and a final bathroom. Everything was modern, but a little sparse, I found myself thinking it could do with a woman's touch. Finally, I opened the front door, I checked round to make sure I couldn't be seen and then nipped out to get the parcels. There were actually 3, it turns out John had ordered shoes, 3 inch heel, open toe sandals in a pastel pink. Then in the largest parcel was a pastel pink matching dress. I held it up and it seemed quite short. The final package had underwear in, a matching bra and panty set. I Left all the boxes and took the clothes upstairs; the choice was between what John had sent and the dress from last night, so it had to be the new clothes. For some inexplicable reason, when I started showering, I thought it'd be good to wash my hair. This proved a bad mistake. My body seemed to click into some kind of autopilot, using shampoo, rinsing, then conditioner and rinsing and then a final rinse to make sure my hair was clear from soap. I didn't spend much time washing my body, just a quick soap and rinse. I didn't want to explore any more than was necessary, with any luck I would be back to my normal body very soon anyway. However, this was just the start for my hair; it was so long that it took an absolute age to dry. Even with a hairdryer and brush, I found it took over 30 minutes. Once I'd finally finished I got dressed and automatically applied some lipstick, eye shadow and eyeliner from my bag. I looked in the mirror and was still stunned by my reflection. I looked amazing, the dress hugged my perfect figure and then flared at my hips, with the skirt only just below my butt. My face looked great, despite the minimal make up. I quickly walked away from the mirror and decided I needed breakfast. I went to the kitchen and found some yoghurt and a banana; I'd wasted enough time showering and just wanted to get back to see Peter now. I quickly ate and then left. I walked out to the road and then realised I didn't have a way to get back, plus I didn't know exactly where I was. I pulled up a taxi app on my phone that called a taxi to my location. I figured it'd be the quickest way. After only a few minutes the taxi came and I got in, I had to sit down and swing my legs in to make sure not to show my pants to the world. When we got to peter's I fished in my purse and gave the taxi driver the ?10 change from the taxi last night, it was then that I reflected that the only cost for me, since leaving yesterday, was ?20 for 2 taxi fares. One bonus of being an attractive woman I guess. I rushed up to the house and rang the bell. I waited for a response. Peter answered. "Hey Susan, you're looking very pretty today. I take it you had a good night?" He smiled. "It was great, I met this guy, and we hit it off. I have a date with him this evening," I blurted out. "That's great Susan, Donna and I had a fantastic evening. I think that we are back on track." "That's great Peter. Is Donna here?" I asked him. "No she popped out to get us some lunch. I'm glad she's not here I wanted to ask you something. Come in let's talk inside." I started to get a little apprehensive, why was Peter playing along with the story if Donna's not here? I just want to get back to normal, maybe he didn't want to discuss it in the street, at least that's what I hoped. We walked into the living room. "Susan, I know that last night must've been really hard and I wanted to apologise. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. I didn't mean for that to happen to you. I had hoped we would get some time to change you back before anything bad happened. So again, I'm sorry. Let's get this sorted out." He pulled out the slave ring and slipped it on my finger, he already had the master ring on so I felt the shock. "Was your evening really bad?" he continued. I wanted to say yes, but what actually came out was: "Oh I had a wonderful evening; I met this great guy, a true gentleman. We had champagne, we talked a lot, we danced and there was a certain amount of heavy petting." This stupid command from Donna had compelled me to enjoy my evening. "O-kay...Well, maybe that's a good thing. I wanted to ask you something," he went on. I was worried now. "What's that Peter?" I asked. "Well, I was hoping that you would agree to leave things like they are for one more night? Donna and I had such a great time that we thought it'd be nice to carry on until at least tomorrow." "No way, are you completely mental?!! I never wanted to be a girl in the first place. My name is Susan, I am a woman and I demand you change me back right now! No wait.. my name is Susan.. arrghhh. You know what I mean Peter! Just change me back and I will stay out of your way for a day, no a week!" "But you don't understand Susan. It wasn't just that we were alone, it was that Donna was more relaxed, she knew there was no chance that 'John' would turn up because 'John' doesn't exist right now. She also told me that she may have made it so that you wouldn't come back last night either and it just meant we could be certain that we could relax and enjoy each other's company without the risk of interruptions." "Fine, whatever. I'm happy for you, but you don't have to set things completely back to normal, just make me a guy, any guy!" I was desperate, I didn't want to risk staying a woman for another day. That would mean I would go to the appointment for 'the works' at the hairdressers, I would end up on the date with John, and I got lucky last night, but I just know that the second night would result in more than just heavy petting. "Look, I know it's not ideal, but it's the only way. If I change you to someone else, who knows how that will affect our relationship and how Donna feels about you. I just need one more night, then I can change you back, you can have the rings back and then we can move on." Now I was begging. "Please Peter don't do this, I'll do anything you want, just change me back." "I'm sorry, you will be Susan for another night, you will do whatever it is that you had planned and enjoy it. Donna will know that you have plans and that you will not be back tonight. In fact, you are already starting to get ready; you are in the mall grabbing lunch before you go to the hairdresser..." I felt a shift and my surroundings changed, I found myself sat in a coffee shop. In front of me was a salad and a coffee. I was still dressed the same as before, but now I had a handbag and a small jacket on the seat next to me. I looked at the clock and realised that had changed too, it was now two in the afternoon and I had only 30 minutes till my appointment. I was horrified; I was going to play out this little story for one more day. I dread to think what was going to happen tonight and who knows if Peter would even want to change things back to normal tomorrow. One thing I did notice was that I still had the slave ring on, I guess that Peter's change meant that he couldn't keep it. At least I know that Donna and he won't be able to use them. Hopefully no changes with unexpected consequences for me could occur. Resigning myself to my fate, I ate my salad and drank my coffee. Somehow, I knew that it would take 5 minutes to get from the caf? to the hairdresser, so shortly after I finished I left and started to walk there. As I was walking I noticed how my walk was different now, there was an elegance and a slight sway to it. I didn't know if it was the heels or my hips or my change in gravity, but it was definitely more feminine. With some trepidation, I walked in to the store. "Susan, great to see you," a bubbly hairdresser, whose name popped into my head, called Candy said as I walked in. She rushed over to me; air kissed twice and then hugged me. "Hi Candy, how are you?" I replied. "I'm just great. Bet you can't wait for today. We're going to make you feel like a princess and I have a little surprise for you..." Fantastic, following how my day had been so far that's just what I needed. To feel like a princess! I thought to myself sarcastically. "What's the surprise?" I asked. "My lips are sealed; you will just have to wait to find out," she said cryptically. "Ok, shall we begin?" I asked, I figured the sooner we began the sooner I could get out of here. "Certainly, follow me," Candy said and led me to a private room. "We start with the waxing, so strip to your underwear and lay on the table please." I followed her request and got undressed; I laid down and was subjected to the most excruciating experience of my life. I was starting to understand what 'the works' might entail. It seemed to me like Candy removed every single hair from my body, leaving me with small patch above my vagina. Then she attacked my face, pulling out eyebrows and stray hairs. Then she moisturised and massaged. It was during the massage I must have zoned out, after the shock of the waxing and the boredom of the moisturising, I just rather started daydreaming. I dreamt that I was attending a wedding; there was a grand church and lot's of people. I seemed to be walking towards the front of the church, but I couldn't quite make out people's faces. It was as if I had something in front of my face. As I walked I could feel that someone had my arm and was kind of directing me, holding me back if I went to fast, steering me a little to the right or a little to the left. We continued all the way to the front and then the person next to me turned me to face them. I still couldn't see who it was until they lifted the thing that was in front of my face and placed it over the top and back of my head. Then I could see that it was Peter's father, but no... wait... my father. Then my father walked a couple of steps further forward and placed my hand in the hand of John. It dawned on me that I'd just walked down the aisle, the thing obscuring my face was a veil and my dad had just ceremoniously 'given me away' to John. This was my wedding, with me as the bride!!! I looked at John and had the same gooey feeling as I had last night, except now it was more intense and accompanied by intense happiness. I then looked down and I could see a huge poufy dress. With John stood next to me it almost enveloped his legs; it must've gone 3-4 feet in all directions except the back. I looked over my shoulder and I could see a train to the dress that was at least 8ft back down the aisle. As my eyes travelled up the train, I caught the eyes of the first few rows of guests. My mother and father, with my brother Peter next to them. On the other side were what I assumed was John's family. I started to turn back around and I could see that I now had Donna next to me as my maid of honour and another girl next to her who I knew was my friend from school Becky. Past John was his best man Steve. I turned back to look to the front as the priest started the ceremony. Then the dream started to speed up, I saw the wedding reception, John take me back to a hotel room. Then forward again to our honeymoon on the beach, then forward again to us at home looking down at a small stick with a blue line on it. Then forward again to me in a store, I had a big belly and I was picking out baby clothes. Then I jumped again, another stick, another big belly in a store, but this time I already had a pram with me. Then another stick, another store, a double pram, one part with a toddler one with a baby and me with another baby bump. Then another stick, another store, one child clinging to my leg, the same double pram with toddler & baby, an even bigger baby bump and I was looking at a slightly different section in the store, the multiple births section. Then another stick another store... I came to with a start, I sat bolt upright. Candy chirped up "Calm down, no panic. I think I just pinched your eyelid a bit as I was applying the last false eyelash." "What, where.. oh yes, sorry. No harm done," I quickly recovered. That was like a nightmare, if I don't get out of this situation that could actually happen to me! I don't even want to be with a man, kids is not an option. No way, never! "Ok, I've done as much as I can do with you on here." Candy motioned to the table. "Oh ok, what's been done?" I asked tentatively. "Well, you seemed to be having such a nice dream that I made the most of it. After the waxing, moisturising and massage I painted your toenails, attached the false nails you wanted to your hands and painted those. I did your makeup; I knew you had a big night tonight so I've gone quite extensive, but very elegant. I took the liberty of a little plumper for your lips, you know, make them kissable and anything else you might want to do with them. I've accentuated your eyebrows for that innocent look. I added some eyeliner and the false lashes to give you a certain 'come hither' look." She reeled off in a matter of fact way. I tried to process all that. I lifted my hand and saw the long nails, they looked real and were coloured in a deep red shade verging on black. I wiggled my toes and saw they matched. There was no mirror to confirm my face enhancements, but I could feel a certain flutter to my eyes when I blinked and my lips did feel somewhat swollen, but also slick. There was a faint taste of cherry. "Ah yes, my signature cherry chap stick. You never know you might get kissed by Katy Perry." She joked as she saw me lick my lips slightly. "I had to add the deep red colour and the chap stick to get the right shimmer," she added. "Ok, now for a small part of the surprise." She handed me some very tiny black underwear and a fluffy dressing gown. "What's this?" I asked picking up the black underwear. As I lifted it, it was obvious that it was a g-string. "No bra?" I asked. "You won't need one, but that's starting to say too much. Get those on and when you're ready come meet me at the wash basin for a hair wash." Before I could complain or ask any more questions, she swept out of the room. I was left with the 2 items and as I searched I couldn't find the clothes that I'd arrived in. Even the underwear that I had been wearing had been removed and was nowhere to be seen. I was left with little choice but to put on the g-string and gown and do as I was told. There were no mirrors in this room so I was unable even to check my face. I put on the panties and in exactly the same way as the day before they instantly felt comfortable. I put on the dressing gown and walked out. As I approached the basin where Candy was standing I saw my face, yesterday was stunning, today was another level. I wouldn't have thought it possible. The reflection was beyond compare. As a guy I'd done plenty of girl watching, internet searches etc, but this was unreal. I'd never seen anyone as perfect and pretty and sexy and downright alluring. The mad concept was trying to piece together that this was me!! "You like?" Candy asked me. With absolute honesty, I answered, "It's stunning, I'm stunning. Just...wow!" "That's all the praise I need, but we're not done yet. Let's sort out that hair." I sat down and Candy started, she washed first and then sat me in the usual hairdresser chair and got to work on my hair. I wasn't exactly certain what she was doing, but she seemed to have a plan so I just sat there. Once she was through the first intense part, she started talking to me. "So, anything you want to tell me about tonight?" "Well, I have a date. I met this guy and he seems really nice. We had a great time together and I think we kind of clicked," I responded, unsure what I really could say. "So would you say a kind of 'love at first sight' click or more of a 'great friends' click?" To my surprise, I immediately answered. "Oh love at first sight, definitely. He was amazing, a true gentleman. I can't get him out of my head. That was what I was dreaming about earlier. The big white wedding, honeymoon, kids the whole thing!" "Oh Susan, I'm so happy for you. It's so hard to find the right guy these days. You looked so content earlier while you were dreaming, so how many kids do you think?" Again my answer was automatic. "5, at least 5. I've never felt like this before, I just have this burning desire to look after him and have his babies. It's a little unnerving really." That was an understatement, this was news to me, but I guess this is the kind of woman that John was looking for. "I hope I have that one day, all the guys I date seem to be losers," she replied mournfully. "Oh you'll find the right guy Candy, you are such a nice person and really talented," I replied. "Thanks, that means a lot. How's the job going?" The conversation moved on the job, family, fashions, clothes, jewellery and finally friends. Candy noticed my ring and I told her it was a gift from Peter. In the fashion and clothes parts, I just let Candy lead the conversation and chipped in with nods or agreements. As the time past Candy seemed to progress with the hair. She was definitely putting my hair into an 'up' do. Once she was done, I could see that it was like a huge bun with a plait round the bottom, then there were 2 bangs framing my face with a slight curl and bounce. It was very elegant and complimented the work she had already done on my face very well. She then proceeded to spray almost an entire can of hairspray to hold it in place. Then we took a pause and we had a quick coffee. Once we had drunk that, she smiled a beaming smile at me. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, I haven't been completely honest with you. I received some instructions for today and one of those was not to give the game away until you were ready." "What, what instructions? By who?" "I don't know how he knew but John came to see me. He said that he wanted to make sure that you looked and felt at your absolute best for this evening. Together we discussed where he was taking you, what clothes you would need and therefore what kind of colours you would need for the makeup. He was so nice and so into the detail, he's amazing Susan you have definitely found a good one there." I was gobsmacked; John must have found the appointment card at the same time as he was going through my things before. "I see," was all I could reply. "So, the next part is the outfit," she said and handed me some stockings and suspenders along with a shoebox. "Go back to the room and put these on, then I will bring the dress and help you with that." I saw no point in going through all this preparation to refuse now, although a little shocked, I rationalised that it was no different from before. I was still going on a date with John, but this way I didn't need to find an outfit myself. Therefore, I got up and returned to the first room I'd been in. Once there I took off the dressing gown and started trying to figure out the stockings, after a few minutes I think I had it, but then a thought popped into my head. I needed to put the suspenders and stockings on then the panties. Otherwise, I would find it difficult in the toilet later. So I quickly fixed that. Then I opened the shoebox, inside were a pair of Jimmy Choo high heels. Not just high heels, but really high heels! They had to be 5ins minimum. They looked very elegant and expensive, but also scary. I took them out and slipped them on. As soon as they were on I was no longer scared, I walked around the room as if I'd worn heels like this many times. They felt almost comfortable. At this point Candy came in, she was carrying a very long dress bag and a box, the kind that normally held jewellery, but this box was quite big. She hung up the dress bag and placed the box on the side. "Right, let me hold this for you so you can step into it." She got the dress out and held it open for me. I could see that it was a long black evening gown. I stepped in and she wiggled it up. As it passed my hips it felt very tight, it kind of popped over my bum and the skirt dropped down so that it was only an inch or so from the floor. Next she held the dress together at my back and zipped it with the other hand. She got a small way before I started to feel compressed. "Now you need to breathe in," she said; as I did this, she tugged. The zip went up another few inches and then we repeated the process 3 more times. By the time it was done, I could feel that the dress had some boning and kept me standing very straight. I also realised why I didn't need a bra. The bra was part of the dress, except my boobs were lifted and pushed together. This gave a fantastic deep cleavage and seemed to enhance how big they looked. As I settled in to the dress I realised I couldn't breathe a full breath, I had to take more shallow breaths. Candy fussed around adjusting here and there and touching up makeup, spraying perfume and one last spray of hair spray. She opened the box and came over to me with a pair of earrings; these were sparkly diamond earrings of the hanging variety. She clipped them through my ears and they hung down. I turned my head and I could feel the weight of them swinging pulling on my ears slightly. Next, she hung a necklace around my neck; it was also diamonds, a collection of them at the front in a shallow v-shape and then a silver chain around my neck. "Now for the unveiling," Candy said. "Follow me." This time she took me to a full-length mirror at the other end of the salon. "Wow, wow, wow!" was all I could say, I was beautiful. There was no other word for it. Pretty, elegant, alluring, sexy, every word fell short of the reality. "Even I have to admit, this is the best work I have ever done. Would you mind if I took some photos for my portfolio? I think it'll be a long time before I top this," Candy asked. "Yeah sure," I answered a little dazed, I just couldn't stop staring. "Do you want me to take some photos on your phone too, so that you can send them to your parents and your brother?" "Yeah, good idea," I said still staring at myself. Candy took the photos and I idly sent them to Peter and 'mum' & 'dad' in my address book. When I got a beep as a response, it brought me back to reality. First, I got a text from 'mum': 'Oh darling you look gorgeous, Peter told us you have a date with a guy you really like. I didn't realise it was so serious. Make sure you invite him round to ours for dinner, soon! Love you darling be safe. Mum xx' By the time I'd read that I got a text from 'dad': 'My little girl all grown up! Enjoy your evening baby. Xx' Then from Peter: 'Wow, you look stunning. You really must love this guy!! I'm glad you are getting pampered. Donna told me to tell you that you know how to act like a well-mannered lady, and that you know all the etiquette required. Plus if he's gone to that much effort, then as you discussed with her, it's time you let him have his way with you.' I felt a tingle in my mind and I seemed to have some new knowledge. What the hell? Donna had a lot to answer for. I immediately text back: 'Do you still have the ring on?!!' 'Yeah why?' he replied, but before I could reply, my phone rang. As I picked it up, I got the shock I recognised as someone else putting on the ring. "Hey Susan," Donna said. "Oh hey Donna," I replied. "I told Peter I had some girly things to talk to you about and asked to borrow the ring. He's left to get some take out. So we have a few minutes to chat. Are you alone?" "No Candy is here," I replied. "Tell her that you need a couple of minutes to talk to me in private." I turned to Candy. "Candy can you give me a couple of minutes, so I can speak to Donna." "Sure no problem," she said and left the room. "Has she gone?" Donna asked. "Yes," I replied. "Ok good, you will say nothing and when I hang up you will not text, call or otherwise communicate with Peter and I. I thought that Peter made it clear that we weren't to be disturbed, so if the subtle message won't work I guess I need to be blunt. You will go on your date and you will be completely occupied all night. You will act the perfect lady all evening and absolutely charm John. When he takes you back to his, which he will, you will let him do whatever he wants with you. You will not hurry back in the morning, you will stay with John, treat him like a king to say thank you for the most amazing evening you've ever had. I hope you enjoy yourself, bye Susan." With that, the line went dead. The absolute bitch, why would she do this to me?! I tried to put myself in her shoes, she believed I was and always had been Susan. Maybe she thought that she was doing me a favour as well as keeping me away. But, I just couldn't believe that, the only conclusion I could make was that she was just selfish. The implications of what she had just said to me started to sink in, I was on a fast track to every guy's nightmare. Another guy was going to take advantage of me, and the even more frustrating thing was that I was probably going to encourage him and even appear to enjoy it. Inside I was devastated, but I knew, on the outside I looked fine, happy even. I walked out to see Candy. "Candy, thank you so much for this. It's amazing, how much do I owe you?" "It's all taken care of," she replied. "Here's your bag for tonight." She handed me a classic black clutch bag. "Inside is your purse, some touch up makeup and your phone. Outside is the Limo to take you to John's place. Have a wonderful evening and text me tomorrow to let me know how it went!" She ushered me out and a chauffeur ushered me into the limo. Inside was a glass of champagne waiting for me.