OffWorld Slave Girl Chapter 16 I Watch My Young Nephew With Kat
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ONE
I woke from a pleasant dream in which I was a real woman, laughing and
accepted, delighted - to a blunt, loud knocking on the door.
I headed down in my long nightie, lace back and slit, and peeked through
the spy-hole. It was Kat and Jenny, one of the temps. I remembered she
was the one who had gotten some amusement from the cheer-leading video on
her induction night. She couldn't have been more than twenty. Fresh faced
and bubbly. Kat, on the other hand, while still attractive and holding
some spell over me from the old days, was stern and wicked and her face
was beginning to reflect that spite.
I opened the door.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Time to get ready, Sleeping Beauty," Kat said as they entered.
It couldn't be later than seven, I thought, the residues of the dream
washing away as I cleaned my face and brushed my teeth in the bathroom.
Why were they here so early? And why was Jenny tagging along? Kat's
protege, no doubt. As Kat seemed to be to Lyn.
"No girl clothes!" Jenny called.
Okay, I thought. We were heading out for a girlie day, and they wanted me
dressed like a man. At least the game was upfront and obvious. A slow
transformation, lots of laughs for other patrons out and about. It would
be busy because it was nearly Christmas. Maximum exposure.
"I've got no boxers," I told them.
I heard a mild giggle.
"Commando, then," Kat shouted as they came up the stairs.
They reached the room before I could get dressed.
"Come on," I said, standing before them, buck naked.
Jenny laughed. "I've never seen one that small before."
"I first saw it when he was younger, and I still haven't seen anything
that tiny," Kat agreed.
I reached for my jeans.
"No, wait," Kat said. "When you're dressed do you ever-?"
"I bet she does!" Jenny exclaimed. "You do, don't you?"
"Do what?" I asked, trembling before them.
"Think of men," Kat said. "Their hard bodies, and harder penises. So much
bigger and satisfying than yours."
I started to blush. When dressed I'd thought of men and women. But in all
my fantasies I was a woman. A real woman.
"He has!" Jenny cried out. "Tell us. Tell us. Have you ever given a blow
job?"
"No!" I blurted out.
"But you've thought about it," Jenny said. "I love it. The power and
control it gives me. My boyfriend thinks it's a treat for him, but.......
Tell us."
I barely stammered.
"Tell us," Kat insisted. "We'll go easier on you today if you do."
I gather myself, my erection beginning before them.
"Look at it," Jenny said, laughing. "It's pathetic."
I closed my eyes and blocked them out. Took myself to a place far, far
away. A secluded beach, perhaps. Yes. Deserted and quiet except for the
lapping waves and the distant cry of gulls. And....
"He stands before me. Already hard and stiff with anticipation. My hands
snake down his chest and find the base of his shaft. One hand cups gently
around his balls and with the other I snake a finger to his tip, sensing
a shiver as I lean in to kiss him right there. My wet, excited lips form
around his cock and I slowly take him in. Not fully. Still working with
my fingers and my tongue as I suck, his moistness and pre-cum in my
mouth. I move up and down, occasionally releasing him, teasing him, and
he's begging for more, crying out before I take him in my mouth again.
Deeper this time. Deeper and deeper until I feel that massive cock in my
throat. I work him and work him, hands now on his balls, sucking and
moving up and down on him, his mighty shaft beginning to thrust. I can
feel him bucking in my mouth, that first load of delicious, hot cum
pouring down my throat. I drink him up, and even after he's withdrawn I
hold him in place, hungry, devouring every last drop, licking his shaft
clean of cum and sweat......"
I groan and stop, realising my hand as fallen to my penis.
"Jesus," Jenny whispered. "God help the man who gets you the first time."
Kat nudges her, with a secret smile.
All the talk of reputation from Lyn and Kat. I wonder if such an act is
in my future. I can envision myself doing it. But if I ever did I always
thought it would be my own wish, not that of some sadistic enforcers.
"Come on. Down for breakfast when you're dressed," Kat instructed.
TWO
Wearing jeans and a shirt, I found them at the breakfast bar munching on
cereal, drinking juice.
I reached for a bowl.
"Hold on," Jenny said. "I've got something for you."
She reached into her shoulder bag and withdrew a tupperware tub. It
looked like some kind of yoghurt. Some fruit in there, too.
"My boyfriend made this for you this morning."
I found a spoon and opened the tub. It was a yoghurt. Quite creamy,
packed with fresh fruit.
I swallowed a spoonful.
"That's pretty good," I said. "You're lucky. He must be a whizz in the
kitchen."
"And the bedroom," Jenny grinned. She and Kat exchanged a composed glance
and I wondered what they were up to.
Breakfast finished, the tub empty, I wiped my lips. "Tell him thanks.
That was really tasty."
Kat got up, unable to contain her sniggers. Jenny started to laugh.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Oh, just some of the things Lyn and I have planned for today," Kat
smiled.
She replaced the milk and juice, studying the contents of the fridge.
"You know, I thought we were going to have to work to replace your
lifestyle, but......."
"I watch my figure," I said.
"Yes. And the house. It's actually decorated with some taste. And with a
feminine touch."
"Thanks," I said.
"You'd think a real woman was living here," she noted.
THREE
Out on the road, it became clear we were not going to shop locally.
"I popped into our local Boux Avenue to see Gemma, the woman I told you
about who was happy to do you a bra fitting," Kat said.
I nodded. I could handle a bra fitting. I'd dared to have a couple in the
past. Had even thought of having one in the New Year to get checked. The
right size was so important. Today might not be too bad, I thought, if
that was the best they had.
"She's fixed us up for an appointment out at the Liverpool One branch.
Said there's a colleague happy to help us while we're out," she
continued. "She knows our plans and has taken a real interest in your
welfare."
So now I know where we're going, too, I thought. I'd shopped for girl
things a few times at Liverpool. Manchester was my usual haunt, and
that's where I'd dared to go the few times I'd been out. But Liverpool
worked for me. I wasn't really being pushed out of my comfort zone.
Except for that ominous hint about the bra fitter 'knowing our plans'.
"I checked your wardrobe out," Jenny said, when we were close to our
destination. Kat instructed me where to park, and I found a spot. "You've
got some pretty clothes. Not really my kind of thing. But that means we
only need one outfit for you."
"Something for the staff party," Kat finished.
I looked around. The car park was pretty full. The city was going to be
busy. But other than that.....Shopping for one outfit. Having a bra
fitting. Maybe they'd get my nails done or something. I secretly smiled.
I was going to enjoy the day.
FOUR
The bra fitting at Boux Avenue was first. The fitter was named Sandy, and
she was really hot. Taking my top off before her, and knowing I was there
- a man - for a bra fitting, I never felt so inadequate. But, as she
measured me, cold hands making me jump, I thought if all I had to do was
try on a few bras everything was good.
Nine bras in and we'd settled on a couple of designs. It was obvious from
my choices, I loved satin, lace, soft colors. As Sandy adjusted the
straps of a cute little balconette, she looked at Kat.
"Okay. Now for the panties," she said.
"Yes. I'll take them in brief style please," I told her.
"No, no. Kat told me all about you and I want to see."
The women who were accompanying me broke into a fit of giggles. Sandy
remained straight-faced.
"When I return I want you in this," she said, handing me a matching
thong.
"But you can't-"
"My manager knows you're back here. A man being fitted for a bra.
Typically we'd ask you to present as a woman to prove you are serious. If
you cause trouble I'll have security drag you out as you are."
"Okay, okay," I said quickly.
She stepped out, closing the door.
I looked at Kat.
"Go on," she said.
"Do as you're told," Jenny added.
I stepped out of my jeans and quickly put the thong on, tucking my wet
penis away. The thong started to stain.
"We'll fix your period next," Kat told me.
"I'm not-"
A knock on the door.
"Only me!" Sandy called.
"Come in," I told her. "I'm ready."
She opened the door wide and-
Several of her colleagues started to laugh at me, taking pictures with
their cells.
"No!" I cried.
Sandy stepped forward, touching the thong with her hand. She turned to
Kat.
"Wow!" she laughed. "I didn't believe you but that thing
is........miniscule."
They all started laughing. Sandy pulled her hand away with a "Yuck!"
She looked at me: "You'll have to wear that set out."
FIVE
We found Boots next and Kat insisted I go alone into the feminine hygiene
aisle. I found what she told me to buy - Always pantie-liners and a box
of large tampons with applicator - and escaped to the check-out.
The woman looked up at me. "For your girlfriend, no doubt?"
I felt Kat nudge my side as she joined me.
"No, I......actually it's my first period. I could use a little advice if
you-"
The woman shook her head. "Takes all kinds," she muttered.
We went into Marks & Spencers next and Kat quickly selected a dress. She
didn't even consider style or color. Just grabbed something off the rack.
As we approached the fitting room, I saw Jenny was already talking with
the clerk, a woman in her fifties.
".....so if you want to see her bra, you can. So you know she's serious.
But she's a little nervous because it's her first time out trying on-"
"Oh, don't worry," the woman waved as she saw me. "Lauren, is it?"
I nodded, embarrassed. Accepting my female identity wasn't so bad when I
was dressed, but as a man it was humiliating. This whole day was turning
out to be more than I could handle and it wasn't even lunchtime.
"Anytime you want to come by, honey, here's my card. Just check I'm in.
More than happy to help. Go on through now."
Jenny waited outside, chatting with the friendly clerk, while Kat
escorted me to a booth.
"Drop your jeans," she immediately told me.
"I thought I was-"
"I just needed to get you somewhere private so we can do something about
that flow you're experiencing."
She held out a pantie-liner. Over the years I'd thought about what it
must be like to have a period, but I'd never experimented with the idea.
Now, it was being forced upon me.
I opened the soft, pink wrapper and quickly figured what to do. It was
too big for the thong and I had to wrap it around the string butt a
little.
"You might feel that ride up a little," Kat sniggered, "but that's
nothing compared to what I'm about to do."
She revealed one of the tampons, unwrapped and ready.
"Part those cheeks, Lauren."
"You can't....." I whispered. "This is violating all I believe. I just
want-"
"Just turn around. It's happening this way or Lyn's way. You don't want
to find out what that is."
I turned and leaned against the wall. I felt her hands back there, her
fingers probing and then-
"Hey, that hurts."
She patted my butt with a little sting. Nothing like her spanks from
yesterday. Even so, I felt pre-cum leaking into the pantie-liner that I
was going to have to wear a while.
She gave the thong I good tug up my back, and I felt the pressure of the
pantie-liner wrapped around the back of the material push the tampon
further in.
"Stop it," I begged. "What if it vanishes?"
"That's what the strings for," Kat assured me. "So much for little Lauren
to learn."
SIX
My nails were next. This wasn't too bad. The woman was friendly and
chatty. She had to keep telling me off, though, because I continually
fidgeted. It was the first time I had sat down with a tampon up my butt,
and I just couldn't get comfortable.
"What is up with you, girl?" the woman said as she started to shape the
acrylics.
"She started her first period today," Kat helpfully informed her.
"I feel you," the woman said with a cruel smile. "I hate them tampons,
but they get the job done."
I was so red. Frustration and anger overwhelmed by humiliation.
Regardless of how I looked or dressed throughout the day, they would keep
on playing the period card for giggles.
"Color?" the woman asked.
Kat interjected. "That siren red."
"I prefer softer colors-" I began.
Kat looked at me. "We're trying to create a look for the staff party.
We're doing the whole thing. That way, you'll know what to wear and and
how to look when you go out."
"But I'll have the nails in work," I protested as the woman began to pint
with her tiny brush.
She touched my fingers softly. "Don't you worry, girl. A nice, bright
lipstick will really set your look off. Work or play."
SEVEN
The actual outfit was next. I was still a man, walking around with bright
red nails and I knew with each phase I was going to be more and more
feminised. When they chose a dress, I'd be made to wear it for the rest
of the day. I dreaded the idea. I was mortified. The few times I'd gone
out, I was a woman before I even left the house, in dress and mind-set.
Here, there was no escaping the fact that I was a man.........as much of
one as I could be.
We went into several shops. Kat and Jenny choosing a variety of outfits
in each. Dresses short and long, sleeved and sleeveless. Strappy little
numbers. Skirts of various lengths and styles with different blouses. Mix
and match. It took ages, but secretly I was loving it.........Even if
each time I changed they had me step out of the fitting room in front of
various customers and staff that might be waiting or passing. Sometimes
they even asked for second opinions.
But the clothes.........Despite my humiliation it was helping me learn
about styles that might suit me, colors that worked for me. I already had
an idea, but this was all educational. Once more, despite what they
thought they were doing, I was finding something of value for myself.
"That's the one," Kat said.
"Give us a twirl," Jenny suggested.
I spun, the A-line dress flaring out. It was low cut in the back and
front, offering a glimpse of my small, natural cleavage. It was fitted at
the front and then-
A sales clerk stepped forward, stopping my little spin.
She handled my breasts, and spoke with an accent: "If it's going to work,
we need more up here."
"It's okay," I began, but she hushed me.
One of her colleagues jogged over. "I just got these from the lingerie
department."
The clerk who was holding me opened the packaging. Inserts. No worries
when I was being myself, but here they would-
The sales clerk inserted them and worked with my breasts a little, all in
front of a growing audience.
"You can stop now," I said, blushing deeply.
She looked at Kat and Jenny. "You see what I'm going for. For this dress
to work she needs more....."
"On top," Kat said, with a giggle.
EIGHT
Predictably, I had to leave wearing the dress. It was so embarrassing
walking around the shops in the party outfit. Even if I was out as a
woman, it would be far too much for a shopping occasion. Yet here I was,
obviously a man in a party dress.
I was then forced to try on several pairs of heels. With each I had to
walk around the store. And while Kat escorted me here, making sure I
threw some 'juice' into my hips, I kept track of Jenny, considering a
selection of handbags and purses. After we had settled on a pair of
shoes, we tried different bags. We settled on a long clutch purse and a
strappy little handbag.
"But I already have a handbag," I protested.
"Silly," Jenny told me. "Girls need lots of bags. Like shoes. For
different occasions and different outfits."
Kat put my pantie-liners and tampons into the bag, and told me to empty
my wallet into what would be my new purse. As we approached the desk my
wallet was left behind, much as my jeans and shirt had been when the
dress was chosen.
"You're so lucky, having friends help you with this," the clerk said, to
giggles from my 'friends'.
"She couldn't wait and has started using the bag," Jenny grinned.
"And she'd like to wear the shoes out to get used to them," Kat added.
I reached in for my new purse. Both that and the bag were scanned. The
clerk caught a glimpse inside.
"That time of month," she smiled empathetically.
Her comment made me think of the tampon I'd actually gotten used to.
Suddenly it felt alien again, deep within me. So not right.
"She'll get used to it," Kat said. "It's her first cycle and she's got
several days left yet."
"Oh, hon," the clerk said, touching my arm. "You'll be fine. You're
obviously in good hands. I just need a shoe."
I stepped out of a heel, my height dropping down. When she scanned it I
slipped the shoe back on. I paid for my goods, being careful with my new
nails.
NINE
They took me to a hair salon next. I was told to close my eyes while my
shoulder length hair was washed and styled.
"There's a few things we can do," the hair-dresser said. "But it really
needs to be a touch longer."
"Oh, it will be," Kat said. "For now, how about........"
They slipped out of earshot. Again, I tried to reassure myself. I never
liked wigs, and all I had ever done was pull my hair back with grips or
an Alice band. This would actually be helpful. For the first time ever my
hair was going to be styled in a feminine fashion by a professional hair-
dresser.
"It looks like she's fell asleep," Jenny said.
Let them think that, I thought, feeling hands on my hair. With my hair
done all that was left was make-up. And with make-up, in the hands of all
these professionals, I would look as close to a woman as I ever have, and
I would have learned quite a bit en route.
I smiled.
"You think she'll be so happy when she sees what I'm doing?" the hair-
dresser asked.
I wriggled slightly.
"Keep still, Sweetheart," she told me. "We need a little more volume."
"It's just her tampon getting the better of her," Kat told the hair-
dresser.
"Really? She's-"
Jenny nodded. "Hard to believe she wanted it so bad."
"Maybe she likes things, well, up there," the hair-dresser suggested.
My smile was long gone.
"She'll find out one day, I'm sure," Kat said, as much for me as the
hair-dresser.
TEN
In the chair at Claire's Accessories, waiting to have my ears
pierced...........Again, another fantasy that was biting them on the ass.
No more clip-on earings for me...........I caught my reflection in the
mirror.
What had they done?
It was a pretty, girlie cut. A few waves in there, lots of feathering. It
was quite delightful except.....the hair-dresser had dyed my hair blonde!
She had explained it would last a while, and that with the right
accessories the hair would be pretty low maintenance, but had suggested I
might get downstairs done, too, so any men would think I was a natural
blonde.
Before leaving the salon I was told to purchase straighteners and
curlers.
It was actually getting too much. We hadn't taken a break and it was dark
outside, festive lights that were cursory in the daytime becoming quite
beautiful in the dusk light.
"Ouch!" I squealed as the gun pierced my left ear.
"One at the top, too," Kat instructed. "And then the same for the other
ear."
When she was finished, the woman gave me instructions on how to keep the
tiny wounds clean from infection.
"In a month or so you'll be able to wear the prettiest jewellery instead
of these boring studs," she assured me.
ELEVEN
Make-up was next. And while I was comfortable in the chair - as the
beautiful woman touched my face, testing colors - since I'd sat in one
similar several times, learning how to apply and wear make-up first
hand.......I again found myself being pushed out of any kind of comfort
zone.
"I prefer a subtle day-" I began.
"Never mind that," Jenny said. "Look at her! All dressed up and no one
to-"
"Please," the woman said, "we have other clients, but I do take your
point. Is this the outfit you'll be going to party in?"
"Yes," I said, understanding completely that when the staff party rolled
around this is what I would be wearing. Whatever look she created would
be my look for the night.
"Okay, let's see what we can do."
It was a dark, night-time look. As she created it on one side of my face,
I was told to do the other.
"You're actually quite good," she complimented me.
Sexy and smouldering with a hint of color around my eyes to match my
dress. Long lashes and bright lipstick sealed with gloss. Foundation had
been applied first, of course, along with a brush of bronzer and blush.
I grinned goofily. It was a look like nothing I'd tried before. I
actually had tears in my eyes. No matter how I had dressed in the past,
the looks I had tried, I had never created anything quite like this.
After all I had been through today, I looked beautiful. Not like a woman.
I was the woman I often imagined myself to be. Not safe and neutral, but
adventurous and out in the world. Once more, I began to believe their
plan had back-fired, but I didn't yet know how I was to spend the night.
TWELVE
We were heading back to the car park, loaded with bags. The woman had
recommended various products and given me lots of advice. The heels were
not a problem after my years of practise, despite the uneven pavements.
"Look at her," Kat said. "Just like a Princess."
I didn't like the derogatory tone, but was happy. Lost in myself.
"Isn't that the casino you gamble at?" Kat suddenly said.
I looked up, suddenly realising where we were.
"I've never been in a casino before," Jenny said, bouncing on her feet.
"You're not old enough," I said, trying to put them off.
"I've got my fake I.D's," she informed me, flashing a few from her purse.
"Come on, then," Kat said as we crossed to the entrance.
"It's not the same one," I lied.
"No. It is. Lyn even said if we went to Liverpool you might want to pop
in."
She opened the door. We crossed to the reception. I was dragging my heels
and then as I heard her words I wondered what I was letting myself in
for, and how much more I could give Lyn and her dominant minions before I
reached a breaking point. This was obviously another set-up.
I was damaging a trust I had forged within myself, a trust between my
warring genders, and I wondered when I would cease acquiescing to their
feminising wishes and step out away from them, willingly for myself.
To be my true self.
"This is Lauren Pink," Kat said, introducing me. "I believe we are
expected."
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