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VII: Tammy Timmy had chosen to remain dressed in the catsuit once he had gotten back home. He was a little concerned over the absence of his mother, but he surmised that this was another of her late evenings and didn't think much more of it. He just drifted upstairs, still basking in the glow of his Mall experiences, and went into his bedroom. As Rita had music playing in the car during the ride home, it was at the debutante's suggestion that he place the vibrator he had been given into his posterior upon turning in, and then have the toy vibrate within him...at a low intensity...during the night. This had Timmy squirming pleasurably as he laid upon the mattress and beneath the covers. He reached for the alarm clock to disengage the alarm, however, seeing as how the next day was not a workday. Eventually, he was able to lapse into a deep, dreamless sleep, even as the toy continued its vibrations. He awoke, for once, in silence, unlike his working days when the sound of the alarm would force him out of his dreams, lascivious as they had been since settling into Bullchester, and meeting Rita Noble. Although once again, the middle finger of his right hand was in his mouth when his eyes opened. The vibrations at his butt did not feel as it did when he had gone to bed, perhaps as a consequence of a spent battery. He did still feel the vibrator humming along where it was, though. He remained in the bed, sucking instinctively on the fullness of his finger as he lingered in the bed, moaning softly as he did. He began to squirm a bit as he continued the simulated fellatio on his own finger, imagining that the finger was an actual, erect cock. The vibrations that were going through his body as he slept made his body feel a bit sensitive as well, and he was able to pick up on this as he rose his femininely slim upper body, which was still clad in the catsuit. He also noticed that there was more of a weight on his chest, as well. Pulling the vibrator out of his butt and shutting it off, Timmy slid out of the bed, feeling the after-effect of the night-long vibrations running through his body, and slowly headed over to his mirror. His chest did, indeed, look bigger. They were perfect D-cups now. Feeling at the area between his legs, he hardly felt any significant bulge at all. There was just a fleshy bump there, perhaps representing the crown of his own very diminished cock. His hands went to his larger breasts, and he began to fondle them, pinching a bit at the nipple areas. He gasped sharply at the sensations that the pinches fed him. The breasts felt perfectly round, heavy, and full beneath his catsuit, the opening at the breast revealing a much more attractive- looking cleavage. Am I really a woman now?? He thought to himself. No...I still have...well, I don't have much of one anymore, but... Reaching behind him, he pulled the zipper of the catsuit down, and slowly slipped out of the tight material, pushing the thin fabric down along his smooth, pale, femininely-shaped body. Now completely naked, he gazed upon his own female form in the nude. He could practically feel a stirring between his legs from how attractive his own completely feminized body looked, and in an inescapably feminine posture, to boot. Once again, his hands went to his naked, pert breasts. He could hardly believe these were his own. "Goddess..." he whispered aloud, and he blinked in confusion. He had wanted to say God, but it never came out of his mouth. "...God- de...Goddess..." A hand went to his head in his bewilderment. But then, his hands went back to his nicely-shaped breasts, and he began to rub them once again. He closed his eyes passionately as he savored the pleasant feelings running through him. "Mmmh...oooohhh, Goddess..." He lingered on his own breasts for about fifteen minutes before he stopped to check his clock. 10:45 a.m. Timmy figured he needed to be ready to receive Florian sometime after 12, so he figured he had a bit of time to kill for once. He had dropped the unopened bags from Rita's shopping spree near the bed, so he began pulling the acquired dresses to remove the sales and product tags. He wondered which one he should show off first, given the larger size of his breasts. He decided to go with the tight dress with the wide white and navy- blue lines. The one he had picked up from Guilty Pleasures. As he had heard activity downstairs, he figured his mother was home, so he thought about sneaking into the bathroom in the nude while she was down there, rather than cover up with a towel. But when he stepped out of his room, the eyes of Ruth Portnoy fell upon her naked, and very feminine-bodied son. The shocked silence was mutual. It was not just because of the unexpected surprise, though. Both of them had their first eyeful of the changes that now defined the both of them. Ruth's eyes went wide upon spotting her son's large- bottomed, big-breasted, pale and hairless body, and her mouth hung open in her obvious awe. Timmy was also wide-eyed, and moreso for the fact that he never imagined his own mother suddenly looking...younger than he knew her to be. Any and all traces of the wrinkles that went with being middle-aged were gone. In fact, Timmy was reminded of the Judith Newlington woman as his gaze lingered on his mother. The dress Ruth wore looked casual and pleasant, and had a V-neck showing off a pair of DD-cups of her own. Timmy never once remembered them being as big as that, given how old Ruth was supposed to be. He knew why, of course...that damned Butterfly Salon...but he never imagined the results would be as radical as this. They stepped slowly towards each other in their lingering awe. Both were at a loss as to what to say, or do. Their arms rose, however, in their mutual curiosity. "Mom..." Timmy quietly began. "...you...you look so..." Ruth's lips curled into a smile. "Young?" She tilted her head to the side curiously. "Do you approve?" Timmy now felt quite embarrassed, and he crossed his arms over his bare breasts as he recoiled. "I...I should get a towel...I'm sorry..." Ruth quirked an eyebrow. "Why?" She stepped over to her effeminate son. "We're both women, aren't we? Don't be ashamed. Even if you were still a boy, remember who it was that bathed every inch of you." "Yeah, but...um..." He couldn't help but blush even as Ruth stepped right up to him. "...y-you told me...always wear a towel. You didn't...want to see me naked..." "Because I didn't want to be reminded of your father, Timmy," Ruth interjected, rubbing a hand over Timmy's hairless right shoulder. "Wow...so smooth. You look really sexy." Ruth's voice didn't sound troubled at all, which was something the effeminate boy did not expect at all. "But...I-I'm your son," Timmy quietly remarked, still very nervous. "Aren't you...aren't you..." "Well, I will admit, this is a bit of a surprise. I never imagined this kind of thing was happening to you, dear," Ruth replied. "But...I have to let you in on a little secret. I really do like what I see. Now drop your arms and let me get a good look at you." Although his body was still quaking in his nervousness, he slowly brought his smooth, hairless arms down to his sides and allowed his mother to gaze upon the femininity that now dominated her son's body. As she looked him over, it became apparent to Ruth that she could no longer regard her son as a son at all. A part of her felt a kind of horror at this realization, but that part of her was now a much more insignificant voice compared to the one that her own conditioning had inflicted upon her mind. Conditioning that factored in the notion that she was to accept her son becoming female in a manner reflecting her disgust for her late ex-husband. Her wanting a son mattered very little to her now. Seeing that her son had more or less become another daughter...and one she could accept as her own, unlike her older daughters who were away at college, both of whom were sympathetic to her horrible ex- husband...was something she could quite easily accept. Circling around him, she stopped behind him and wrapped her arms around his slim shoulders, speaking into his ear softly. "Mmmm. Very nice. How does it feel having breasts of your own?" "Uhhh...n-nice," Timmy hesitantly replied. "Kinda weird, but... nice." Ruth couldn't help but giggle at this. "Well...I imagine you're wanting to get in the shower. We can talk more when you're out. Go on. I'll wait for you downstairs." She glanced at the dress that was draped over Timmy's arm. "Saaaay. That should look real nice on you. I can't wait to see you in it!" Timmy remained nervous as he got to the bathroom. He could practically feel his own mother's eyes on him as he went in. He flashed a meek smile to Ruth as he closed the door. This particular experience in the shower was a more sensual one. The feel of the water cascading upon his more feminine body was rapturous. Rubbing the soap-drenched washcloth upon his larger breasts proved particularly stimulating. A smile crept upon his lips as he continued lathering himself with the orange citrus body wash. Ruth, however, could not help but be curious about whatever other dresses Timmy had picked up. Glancing inside his room as he showered, she saw the other bags from places she knew were fixtures of Rubie's Mall. Opening the first of the bags, which Ruth picked at random, the woman's eyes widened. Elements of her own mental conditioning...from spending so much time in the programmed, youth-rejuvenating machines of the Butterfly Salon...kicked in upon sighting the black and white colors of the latex-crafted maid outfit. She pulled the full outfit out, laying it all out on Timmy's bed, examining every piece of it, and even going so far as to cut away the product and price tags. One thing was entirely apparent to Ruth upon acknowledging this particular outfit, and seeing what it looked like. She had to see how this looked on Timmy. Ruth started to ferment other, more suggestive and...dominant thoughts, but she dismissed them. For now, at least. But she reminded herself that they would emerge once again, for as the mother, she was the mistress, and as the son, he was the servant. And what a beautifully female son he is now. She mused to herself as she heard the sound of the water spraying from the shower head stop within the bathroom. Ruth waited for a couple of minutes before her eagerness got the better of her. Her voice was very authoritative as she spoke the name aloud, "TIMOTHY." "I just finished, Mom!" she heard Timmy chime in his higher voice. "I'll be right out." "Timothy, get out here this instant!" Ruth called back. "I don't care if you're naked and you're dripping wet! Go to your room right now!" After a moment of what could obviously be discerned as stunned silence, the door to the bathroom opened. A rush of steam billowed forth from the open door as the bare body of Ruth's feminized son...who had only begun to towel down, and was therefore partially moist...stepped into the hallway. There was a distinct feminine sway to his hips as his hairless and femininely-shaped body nervously approached the open door to his room, where his mother awaited. She had a stern glare upon him as he slowly moved towards her. Ruth's hands were on her hips. When Timmy was within close range of the door frame to his room, Ruth raised a hand to halt his progress. She then reached over to the blouse of the latex maid outfit and held it up, smirking. "I wonder what made you want to pick this kind of outfit up, dear?" Now it was Timmy's turn to bear a wide-eyed expression of surprise, although his reaction was coupled with a nervous, audible gulp. "I...I didn't..." "Naturally." Ruth's tone was laced with sarcasm as she interjected. "I already know what kind of outfit you're wearing for tomorrow's Halloween party, so unless you decided to change your mind and go as a maid..." "Mom...Madame Noble insisted on getting this for me," Timmy countered. "Yes, she told me about some of your dirty little secrets," Ruth intoned amusingly, maintaining her smirk. She then held the dress piece out towards her effeminate, confused son. "You're going to put this whole outfit on right now. No excuses." The sharpness of her tone was obviously indicative of how serious she was, and Timmy couldn't help but blush as he stepped over to gather up the other pieces of the outfit... "Ah, ah! Did you think you were going to get back into the bathroom?" Ruth mused. "Put it on right here, in front of me. And don't bother with the underwear." Another nervous gulp. "Y...yes, mom..." Ruth shook her head, her hands back on her hips. "Don't call me that. Say 'yes, miss', instead." Timmy accentuated his acknowledgement with a slight bow of acknowledgement. He was hesitant, but the words came out, albeit weakly. "Yes, Miss." He then sat upon the bed and began pulling up the black latex stockings, which reached all the way up to his upper thighs. As his left thigh grew larger as the stocking traveled up, the fabric stretched a bit as it was pulled to full length, and both stockings were practically skin-tight by the time he was finished pulling them both on. Ruth handed him the elbow-length black latex gloves next, and Timmy slipped each one on individually while his mother watched. Once they were on, he looked up to Ruth. "Mom, uh...Florian is gonna be here at noon. Can't I..." "Keep dressing," Ruth firmly interjected, glaring at her son, who recoiled a bit in response. The top was just as skin-tight as the stockings, presenting a perfectly round bulge in the chest area to show off just how big his larger breasts were beneath the latex, but Timmy did not give a lot of thought to the concept of a hobble skirt, which was to be the penultimate part of the overall outfit. Similarly skin-tight, Timmy found his leg movements entirely restricted when he pulled up the skirt, and he was only able to take mincing steps, given how tightly the legs were wrapped together by the skirt. As if that wasn't enough, he also had the special shoes to put on as well, which angled his feet downward, forcing him to walk practically in a tiptoe manner. He literally had to balance himself as he stood straight up for the first time. Ruth grinned as her effeminate son turned to face his satisfied mother. "Ooooh. Look at you. All ready to serve." Ruth began to walk around him slowly. "All ready to clean. To polish. To do whatever I want you to do. Have I ever told you how much I've always wanted to have a maid?" Timmy did in fact remember Ruth mentioning such a thing, but it was almost always in some form of jest. There were even times in their past home life...back when Brock was still alive, and married to Ruth...that his mom would take note of a moment of laziness in her son, and make an irritated mention of 'getting him to help around the house even if it meant dressing him up as a maid'. The irony was a bit chilling now as Timmy stood before his mother, practically fulfilling an unconsciously-laid prophecy. Ruth giggled again over her son's perpetual nervousness. "Mmmm, looks like there's gonna be more changes around here than I originally imagined." "Changes??" Timmy went wide-eyed now. "But mom...I..." "While you are wearing that outfit, you will not call me that!" Ruth commanded. "Remember what I told you about acknowledging me? Have you so soon forgotten, maid?" Timmy sighed out helplessly, hanging his head in despair. "Yes, Miss." "Good. Now go and get the broom, and spend the next half-hour sweeping up around here." Ruth gestured to the ground. "After you're done, you can change out of that and get ready for your appointment. I need to get my own costume ready as well." "Are...are you going to that party as well...Miss?" "Yes, maid. I am." Ruth replied, pulling a comb from a pocket of her dress and running it back through her effeminate son's wet hair. "Although I must admit, I am a bit jealous of your being tended to by Florian himself. I just have one of his team members to tend to me, and apparently, they're not gonna do as much with me in terms of makeup compared to you." Timmy tilted his head curiously. "Who are you going as, Miss?" Ruth smiled as she waved a hand around as if holding a wand. "Bibbidi, bobbidi, boo." She let out an amused giggle. "I'm going as the Fairy Godmother of 'Cinderella'. Now go ahead and get the broom, and get started on those floors." Timmy obediently nodded. "Yes, Miss." Obviously, it was a challenge for Timmy to move around to begin with, given the tightness of the hobble skirt. Despite the handicap, he was able to acquire the broom they had bought during their shopping trip to Gourmandizer's. He then began running it along the floor, sweeping up what he could on a floor that was generally clean to begin with. As the effeminate boy worked, his latex outfit squeaking as he worked, Ruth idly stepped over to observe her son's work. "Good. Very good, maid. Keep it up." "Yes, Miss." Timmy replied, blushing from this strange new manner of association. Somehow, though, a part of him found all of this appealing. He wasn't sure why, but this business of literally serving as a maid to his own mother seemed to give him an odd, but evident thrill. "You're probably wondering about those changes I mentioned," Ruth remarked as her son continued sweeping. "I'll see if I can't pull you aside to go into them during tonight's party, but you at least know one of the latest developments. I expect both of our lives to be changed for the better, maid. Moving to Bullchester is proving to be a very stimulating experience for us both, wouldn't you say?" Timmy kept his tone obedient as he continued sweeping. "Yes, Miss." "And don't think I won't reward you for doing a good job around here." Ruth added. "I will find ways of making sure you won't want to stop serving me like this. You've always been such a good boy with me, after all. I think you'll be an equally good girl, maid..." She rubbed at Timmy's larger posterior as he worked. "...and a very sexy one at that." Timmy could hardly comprehend the words coming out of his own mother's mouth as he swept around. Ruth was never like this prior to their move to Bullchester! She had certainly been the assertive sort by nature, but not quite like this, and certainly not in a manner that was sexually suggestive in any way. He logically began to suspect the influence of the Butterfly Salon, and the fact that she looked significantly younger compared to her pre-Bullchester days was clearly evidence of this. Nevertheless, he felt he had to play along for the moment. Not that this was terribly difficult for him to do, given the partial thrill he was feeling at serving his mother like this...or was it just his being so willfully submissive? His experiences with his own father showed him how bad someone could get in demonstration of male dominance, and he never wanted to be like that at all. It seemed easier for him to demonstrate his submissive side now, too, given his developed femininity. Ruth eventually returned to her son's side and grasped the handle of the broom, effectively stopping his work. "All right, maid. That's enough for now. Time for you to go and change...although if it weren't for your appointment with Florian, I'd have you do so much more around here." A sly grin then formed on Ruth's mouth. "Perhaps tomorrow, I could put you back in that outfit, and you can continue to do your good work around here, maid." Timmy did his slight bow. "Yes, Miss." Ruth shook her head at this. "No, no...do a slight dip, like this." Ruth demonstrated a slight bend at the knees, lightly bouncing in place. "That's far more appropriate, given what you are now." Timmy demonstrated the dip, bowing his head a little. "Yes, Miss." "That's it. Exactly like that," Ruth remarked. "Oh, you're such a fast learner! Good girl!" A slight smile was now on Timmy's lips as he repeated the gesture. "Thank you, Miss." This was apparently enough to earn him a tight and loving hug from his mother. "Blessed be the Divine Feminine for making you such an obedient daughter," Ruth then said. Timmy blinked upon hearing this. His mother was an atheist! Was it more than just the Butterfly Salon, he wondered? Had the nuns of that resident Bullchester religion gotten to Ruth as well? Timmy could not help but be a little scared about this. Ruth went downstairs, leaving Timmy alone once again, although she gave her son a wink as she began her descent. Going back into his room, Timmy instinctively placed the broom against a wall of his room, seeing as how this would not be the last time he served as his mother's maid. He then hobble-stepped his way back over to the bathroom to begin pulling off the maid outfit, which logically proved a touch difficult given how tight the outfit was on his smooth, moist feminine body. Once he was fully naked, he slipped on the dress with the white and navy blue pattern. This one was a little more comfortable to wear, and he naturally had a little more mobility to his legs compared to the hobble skirt. And although he had brought a set of underwear to change into, he chose to refrain from putting it on, preferring to get into the dress naked, thinking about the potential teasing he could apply to Florian during his work. He had initially thought of putting on the loafers he had been wearing to work, but he instead went into one of the other bags to find the bubble-gum pink, high-heeled shoes Rita had gotten for him. Snipping off the tags, he slipped his bare feet into the comfy soles. He found the sound of the shoes clacking against the hardwood floor of his room infectious. He had always equated that sound to women, and now he himself was demonstrating this. He clacked over to his full-length mirror and began posing in front of it. As he did so, his mother reappeared at his door, smiling as she got an eyeful of her son wearing the dress. "Wow. That looks sooooo good on you, honey." Timmy smiled meekly. He then did his slight dip. "Thank you, Miss." "Ah, ah! Remember what I told you!" She wagged her finger at him shamefully. "You only do that when you are in the maid outfit." Timmy blushed in embarrassment, the tip of her left index finger going to her mouth nervously. "Oh...s-sorry...mom." "That's right. Now let me look at you." Ruth paced around her effeminate son once again, looking the dress over. "Wow. I really like how this shows off your curves." As Ruth walked around, Timmy noticed that she was holding a hand- sized package. He was able to see his name on it. "Uh...mom?" He gestured to the package. "C-can I ask what that is?" "Hm? Oh. Yeah...this came in the mail for you." Ruth handed the box to Timmy. "That was why I wanted to come up here." After flashing a meek smile, his mom stepped out of the room and began to descend the stairs once again. Wrapped together with a thin, crossed length of pink ribbon, he cut it loose and opened the white box, pulling off its lid. When he pulled away the white cotton packaging covering its sole content, which was also on a layer of cotton, his eyes fell upon a gold necklace. And attached to the apparently personalized necklace was a name, also rendered in cursive-scripted gold. Tammy. Subliminally seated, dormantly, in Timmy's mind, the sight of this particular necklace sent that pre-seated programming unto the effeminate boy's brain like an overwhelming tidal wave. Now there was no further doubt in his mind. The wave of programming swept Timmy's name, and the conscious awareness of his male identity away completely. No longer would the former boy identify herself as a 'he', despite the diminished nub between her legs. The subliminally- seated programming had also made her new last name apparent, even though it was not on the necklace. From now on, she would be Tammy Porntoy. The programming also had the former boy reacting to this change in a very giddy and overjoyed manner, and she gasped aloud in her glee, eagerly picking up the necklace and very carefully seating it around her neck, making sure that the name was prominently displayed above her breasts for all to see. A shudder ran through her, as well, as she felt the coolness of the necklace against her bare skin. She giggled happily as she returned to the full-length mirror with wide eyes and a big, girlish grin. She also felt a need to pick up the pink ribbon she had severed and, since it was long enough, she wrapped it around her head in the manner of a headband, and tied a sweet, cute bow within the hair, just above her forehead. Another shudder ran through her, and following this shudder, she felt more of a tightness at her chest. It seemed as if the breasts were straining against her dress a little more now, as if they had gotten a touch bigger. Tammy responded to this by crushing her breasts fetchingly together so that more cleavage would show in the V-neck of the dress, and she made kissy faces at her reflection after doing so. Using the makeup kit Rita had gotten her, she began applying it generously, making her face look highly erotic in appearance. "FLORIAN IS HERE, DEAR!" Ruth called up from below as Tammy finished up. "OK, MOM! I'M ON MY WAY DOWN!" Tammy girlishly called back. Femininely holding her free hand up and to the side, she bounced upon the stairs as she descended, feeling her slightly larger breasts bounce within the fabric of her dress. She couldn't help but giggle cutely as she went down. Upon seeing Florian Buchholz, who was holding two large cases that she imagined had his makeup supplies, she flashed a lascivious smile as she attractively swayed over to the man, who was a full head taller than her. By her initial assessment, he had a great physique, and an even more handsome face. His hair, which was a mullet in terms of its style, was a silvery-white color, too. Just as it was in the dream she had. Florian offered a cordial smile in return, and a wave. He couldn't help, however, but feel quite nervous, given his encounter with Maggie the previous day. Just stick to the job, Florian. He told himself. No matter how attractive she looks! And he could hardly take his eyes off of the former boy as she stopped in front of him and looked up. "You must be Florian," Tammy began, sounding as attractive as she could in her somewhat breathy voice as she held out a hand. "I'm Tammy. I guess you'll be doing me today." She had to giggle at how suggestive that sounded. "Uhh...ja," Florian replied. He then turned to Ruth, who had just stepped into the room. "Um...ve use your dining room? I need a bit of space to vork." "Of course," Ruth replied. "I'll just go upstairs then, into my own room. If you need, uh...Tammy's help with anything, I'm sure she'll be all too willing to get you whatever you need." Florian nervously nodded, Maggie's warning still on his mind. "Goot. Goot. Very goot." He turned back to Tammy, who was once again fixing her cleavage with a sly smile on her face. "Now, ehh...first seeng is, vell...I hope zis vill not embarrass you, but...I haff been asked to start vith breast wrap. You vill need to take off your, uh..." He blushed deeply, gesturing to Tammy's dress. "...your, uh..." Tammy stepped up close to the flustered makeup artist, still smiling suggestively. "My dress? Mmmm..." She then turned around, her hands on her hips as she held another sexy pose. "...you'll have to pull down the zipper, honey. I can't reach. Go all the way. Be as sloooow as you like." Ruth shook her head, seeing the wildly sexual manner in which her former son was teasing the white-haired visitor she was obviously very attracted to. "I'd better go on upstairs...and Tammy, remember. He's here to work on you. Try not to distract him too much." With a playful and suggestive wink, Ruth began her ascent up the stairs, leaving Florian and Tammy alone at the Dining Room table. Florian's hands shook as he gradually pulled down the zipper. He was a bit thrown by how very nice Tammy smelled, and since she was so close to him, the smell was all the stronger. Orange was an agreeable scent to him, after all, and he found himself gently inhaling more of it as he continued to pull the zipper down. And it was not just her scents, but her pale, moist skin that continued to entice Florian as he pulled the dress down, revealing her full nakedness to him. Once the dress was down to the floor, she stepped out of it and turned slowly to face the nervous makeup artist, her suggestive smile still on her cherry red lips. Naturally, Florian did a bit of a doubletake when he saw the nub between Tammy's legs. It certainly had the appearance of a cock- head, but it was quite small now, and practically insignificant compared to the overwhelming femininity that dominated the young girl standing in front of him. "Tut, tut, Florian." Tammy waved an index finger side to side. "I thought you were concentrating on my breasts." She crushed her larger mammaries together fetchingly as she spoke these words. "Unless you changed your mind?" "Uh...nein." Florian shook his head rapidly. "I must do zees. Make flat-chested mouse. More natural." The white-haired makeup artist then opened one of his two cases and took out a wide roll of what looked like bandage cloth. Florian, however, explained that it was breast compression wrap. He had to wrap the material around Tammy's chest several times before he felt that the breasts had been compressed in enough for Florian to be satisfied. Tammy pouted looking down at herself, seeing that she was once again more or less flat-chested. She also felt a bit of an ache at her chest when Florian was finished. "OK...now I need you to get into your costume, ja?" Florian requested. "I vait down here." Tammy nodded, still smiling suggestively, as she rose up. She then swayed over to the stairs and went up, while Florian opened his other case and began pulling out the materials he brought with him for the job. Upstairs, Tammy slipped her naked, taped-up body into the gray fabric of the mouse outfit. This had another zipper in the back, and she smiled a little at the notion of having Florian pull up yet another zipper, so she left it mostly open. Tammy noted that this was a particularly thorough design in terms of outfit detail. The mouse feet were part of the outfit, and she felt like she was wearing slippers when she walked around on the padding that kept her feet cushioned within the simulated mouse feet. Given her large posterior, she had to admit that the lower part of her body looked quite convincing. Specially-designed opera gloves were also a part of the costume, which gave her hands the appearance of padded paws. Upon each finger covering was a small black mouse claw attachment as well. Heading back downstairs, and getting accustomed to the kind of walking she needed to do as she moved, Tammy hurried back over to Florian, who had a large cup of water by the materials he had taken from his cases. "Oh, I could have gotten that water for you, Florian dear," Tammy pouted. "But since you're all set, maybe you can pull this zipper up for me?" "Ja." Florian stepped over and pulled the zipper up, effectively securing Tammy tightly within the mouse outfit. When he was finished, a smiling Tammy bent back into him. She then craned her neck over his shoulder and softly spoke into his ear. "Thank you." Blushing deeply, he gently pushed Tammy upright and gestured to an empty chair he had pulled out. "Uh...please, have a seat." Although she was a little disappointed at being denied the ability to tantalize him with her breasts further due to her taped-up chest, Tammy settled into the seat and watched Florian make the necessary preparations to do his work. From what Tammy could pick up on, it looked as if she was going to have a radical face-painting session, judging by the makeup colors that were being arranged on the table. Although she was sure this would be no manner of cheap work for children. She was already looking forward to the end result, even before a single brush touched her face. However, this task was to be preceded by a far more interesting bit of work, which would need to be applied first. Turning back to one of his two large cases, Florian procured something which was covered in cloth. Unwrapping it on the Dining Room table, Tammy saw that it was an all-white foam latex appliance, which had the appearance of a nicely-crafted...and somewhat cartoonish...mouse's muzzle. "Wooow." Tammy's eyes widened. "You made that? I love the detail!" "Of course I made it, fraulein," Florian responded. "Zis should fit your face perfectly, too, seeing as how I vas given ze proper dimensions to your face by Madame Noble." "Mmmm, you're soooo talented, Florian." Tammy cooed, grinning suggestively to the makeup artist. "I wonder what other talents you have. Other than makeup." Once again, the white-haired craftsman felt quite flustered at this suggestion. "Pleez, Tammy. I need to concentrate on zis vork." Tammy pouted, playfully feigning a crestfallen appearance. "Oh, I'm sorry." Carefully applying spirit gum adhesive to the former boy's face, Florian carefully picked up the first appliance as if it were a brittle artifact and carefully placed it around the front of Tammy's nose, and her upper lip, as well as the area around it. He took his time in applying this, making sure that all edges laid smoothly against the skin. As he worked, Tammy continued to stare upon the face of the makeup artist with obvious interest. She already wondered how large his cock was, and how good he would be in bed. He already had a fine physique. Not very bulky like most titan-like wrestlers, but certainly toned and fit. Florian then explained that his next step was to begin work on another unexpected area of Tammy's face: her mouth. "Zis vill be for ze mouse teeth. Ve put in a pair of big front teeth, as per Madame Noble's reqvest." Tammy shrugged, smiling. "Whatever you need to do, Florian dear." About an hour went by before the work on the dental appliance was done, and when Florian applied it to Tammy's own two front teeth, they were a firm and unmovable fit given the bridge that went with the appliance, which was molded to fit the area of her gums behind the teeth. It was then that Florian began applying makeup colors to Tammy's face, even as the former boy's tongue sampled the larger incisors that had been applied. She began to say something, but Florian raised a hand to stop her. "I do not vant you to talk vhile I do zis. Pleez. I need your face absolutely still." Putting on a submissive, but smiling face, Tammy nodded in acknowledgement. She already felt a pleasing rush through her over the kind of dominance Florian was projecting upon her. Nothing brutal or loud, but certainly assertive. As Florian continued to apply paints to her face, Tammy gently closed her eyes. She was beginning to feel a sense of wonder over what Florian was doing. A part of her felt the same way when she was in the process of being transformed from the boy she used to be. Like she was being re-molded, as if she were clay. Becoming something different from the person she was. Although the process of going from Timothy to Tammy was a bit more radical, she was curious to see how well Florian's work would change her appearance. Florian had explained as he painted and decorated her face that he refused to let his clients see themselves until he was completely finished, and she understood why, seeing as how Florian was so deeply dissolved in his work once he started. She kept her eyes closed as Florian worked. Tammy entertained herself with daydreams of being in bed with Florian. Impaling herself on his cock. Drinking deeply of his cum. Worshipping his feet. Perhaps even being his pet mouse, if not just a prot?g? or an assistant. Tammy felt Florian playing at the front locks of his hair, even, although this was perhaps a touch to allow some of her real hair to stick out from the edge of where the mouse-eared hood was at her forehead. Florian next applied a few little details to her face work. By now, she was entirely anxious to see what she looked like once it was time to view herself. "Vunderbar," she heard Florian say. "You may open your eyes now, Tammy." She opened them slowly...and when she did, she was looking upon a large circular mirror-reflection of...a mouse face! Fully colored to match the costume, the detail was astounding. Florian had quite literally transformed Tammy's face to resemble a mouse, particularly with the addition of the foam latex appliances which were also fully colored. The wisp of hair at her forehead had been curled inward in a cute fashion. Tammy tried wriggling her nose, and to her surprise, the latex nose responded in a very rodent-like fashion. "Nice, ja?" Florian smiled seeing this. "If it vasn't for our partnership vith Loris International, I vould not have been able to apply ze nanotech zat make ze appliance react appropriately to facial movements." "It's...it's...so amazing!" Tammy exclaimed with wide eyes and an open mouth. As her entire upper lip was buried beneath the split- upper lip face appliance, she saw how well the appliance went with her front-teeth appliance. She then turned her head to Florian. "Squeak, squeak?" She mused aloud. Florian affably grinned at this. "Goot mousie." Tammy then went to her knees in front of Florian, and rubbed at the area between his pants, looking up at him with a pleading expression. "Squeak, squeak?" Florian, however, pushed Tammy's gloved hands away. "Uhh...nein. Y- your vork has already been paid for, and you only have two hours before you need to leave for ze party, und I have my own vork to apply to myself." He spoke as he stored his supplies and equipment away in his two large cases, which he snapped securely shut. Tammy pouted over his refusal, but she then looked at him curiously. "What are you going as?" Florian looked down at her and grinned. "You vill see." He punctuated this statement with a wink. When Tammy rose back up, she stood very close to him, grinning lasciviously. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will look as scrumptious as cheese." She punctuated her own statement with a suggestive wink. All she got in return for that, however, was a nod of acknowledgement and a cordial smile before Florian resumed his cleanup. Tammy sighed, walking over to a large mirror on a nearby wall to view herself with a more lingering appreciation. "You know..." Tammy mused aloud, looking crestfallen. "...I know you were paid for this awesome job, but honestly...I feel like kissing you. This really is great work. But I guess...I shouldn't ruin the makeup, should I?" By now, Florian had cleaned the area, and he picked up both cases before moving back over to Tammy. He smiled sympathetically as he spoke. "Ze most I can ask for is a hug, fraulein." More than satisfied with this, Tammy swayed back over to the taller man and wrapped her arms around him. As much as she wanted to press her lips against his, she didn't want to ruin Florian's makeup work. Florian, however, pressed his lips against Tammy's forehead. The touch of his lips was practically electric. When Tammy stepped away, she had a dreamy smile on her face, feeling the butterflies all over her gut. "I'll ss-sssee you at the party, Florian." Florian flashed a grin to Tammy as he stepped out the front door. "Zat you vill." Once he was gone, Tammy stepped over to the couch and settled into it, still recovering from the kiss to her forehead. She still had her dreamy expression as she daydreamed of Florian having his way with her in a bedroom. After an hour had passed, Ruth came back downstairs, although she too was dressed quite differently. She now wore the very same outfit worn by the Fairy Godmother, an animated character from the Disney movie Cinderella, which she remembered loving as a child. The outfit confirmed Tammy's guesses, based on her mother's earlier hint, to be spot on. She even held a long wooden wand prop in the other hand. Ruth logically did a doubletake upon spotting the mouse that was once her daughter, and her eyes widened. "WOW! What a great job Florian did! Is he still here?" Tammy shook her head. "He left, but he did say he was going to be at the party. He didn't say who, or what he was going as." "Ahhh. Well...I hope you thanked him for this amazing work, dear." Tammy nodded, already replaying the feel of his lips on her forehead. "Yeah...I did." "Pretty handsome guy, isn't he?" Ruth mused. "Probably too old for you, though." Tammy shrugged at this, grinning. "Age is just a number." Ruth nodded in acknowledgement, although she looked a bit wary at this response. She then stepped over to the front door. "One of Florian's people is supposed to do my makeup. I think he might be running bit late..." Looking out the front window of the house, he saw a teenaged black man wearing a black, long-sleeved Sylvan Illusions shirt. "...ahh, there he is." Ruth let the young man in before he had a chance to knock, and Tammy heard them muttering their respective greetings as she went upstairs to continue her daydreaming about Florian. She had wanted to use her vibrator to...enhance the mental illusions, but the toy was low on battery power, and she didn't want to ruin Florian's makeup work anyway. She instead marveled at the makeup artist's fantastic work while staring into the mirror in her room. The only discomforting thing about her current situation was the fact that she was wearing that breast tape. The aching was still there, as if they had been continuing to grow even with the compression. Tammy hoped that this inconvenient aching would not get worse as the party continued. When Tammy next saw her mother's face, she was appropriately made over, and now resembled the older woman the Fairy Godmother was in the film. "Are you ready to go, dear? I'll drive you over." Tammy nodded, smiling in her unspoken determination to surrender herself to a certain white-haired makeup artist. "Yes, Mom." VIII: Bumps In The Night A pair of well-built, tuxedo-clad men wearing full-face masquerade masks were stationed on the outside of the doors to Cincher's, which were given a temporary makeover as a pair of metal doors to a crematorium burner. Bright neon lights would threateningly flash the colors of fire around the edges of the doorway...accompanied by the sounds of roaring fire...as patrons would enter. The outside of Cincher's had a large Jack-O-Lantern spewing mist forth from its mouth, and at the edge of the awning, a convincing-looking representation of a stereotypical wicked witch hovered threateningly over the edge, a wicked cackle emerging from a speaker hidden within the open mouth area. On the other side of the entrance doors, Maggie stood waiting to welcome the first guests. Her choice of costume was the witch, Ursula, from the Disney film The Little Mermaid. The skirt below her large body was naturally a skirt designed in the manner of a mess of foam latex tentacles. As she, too, had Sylvan Illusions people working on her makeup, she was about as close to the cartoon vision of the character as makeup artists could accomplish on someone like Ursula, and she was looking forward to any emulation of the character she could get away with during the party. The first to step through the doors of the club was a party of four, and Maggie recognized them to be the Walshes and Barbara's nurse, Marie Ward. Flanked by Barbara Walsh...dressed as Natasha Romanov, the Marvel Comics superspy called the Black Widow...and by her mother Imogen, who was dressed and made over to look like Glinda, the Good Witch of the MGM movie The Wizard of Oz, was their young daughter Leanne, who chose to go to the party as the same movie's heroine, Dorothy Gale. Behind them all was Marie Ward, who had taken Barbara's off-the-cuff suggestion...as she always did...to appear as the Princess Aurora, the title character of Disney's animated movie adaptation of Sleeping Beauty. "Ahhh, delicious. The first poor, unfortunate souls to step through and be damned." Maggie mused, grinning wickedly as she stepped forward to greet the quartet. Her eyes first fell on Leanne. "I hope you realize you're not in Kansas anymore, dearie." Leanne shrugged, smiling. "There's no place like Cincher's, anyway." The quartet shared in the laughter as Maggie gestured to the main party space. Once they walked past to survey the amazingly- redecorated surroundings...which were naturally as macabre as they should be for a Halloween-themed event...Maggie went back to greet the next guests. Much to Maggie's complete surprise, it turned out that the one set of guests that she did not expect to honor their invitation were the next to arrive as a party of two. Although she was dressed to the nines as the ever-imposing Lady Tremaine of the Disney movie Cinderella, Maggie's eyes widened in surprise when her initially confused expression was met with a confirmation that the Lady Tremaine was actually the Lady Rosemary Dolan. Which, in turn, confirmed that her partner...dressed quite convincingly as Cinderella herself, in her ballroom gown...was Alison Jacobs, a young woman who had become who she was now through Rosemary's influence, and who had once served as her maid. Maggie dropped the characterization and went right to pleasant formalities. "We're honored by your presence, Milady! Do come in! And you, Alison...what a beautiful dress you have on!" Alison gave a slight smile and a nod in response to this before following Rosemary into the main party area. Not too long after Rosemary and Alison settled into the room came another party of two, the male half of which was dressed in a New York Yankees cap and uniform. At his side was a woman who wore the iconic dress...and had the iconic hairstyle...of actress Marilyn Monroe. This more or less tipped off Maggie, who gestured to the man. "Joe DiMaggio, right?" The man, who was Rita Noble's son Thomas, turned around to reveal that the jersey he wore indeed identified him...in last name, and player number...to be the one-time husband of the beautiful actress, who Maggie correctly guessed to be Tom's wife, Judith Newlington. "Wonderful. Both of you." Maggie gestured to the main party area. "Do enjoy yourselves tonight." A trio of girls were the next to arrive. Two of them were dressed in red bathing suits, while the third had a recognizable red and black Harlequin outfit on. Maggie found the third a little more identifiable. "Um...Harley Quinn, right?" "Yuppers, Mrs. M...or should I call you Mrs. U?" Donna, who had once been Gordon Jacobs, let out an in-character giggle. "I hope someone comes as Mr. J so we can go after anyone who comes as Mr. B!" Maggie looked to Donna's pair of companions, frowning for more than just being at a loss to identify who the two girls were dressed as. "Um...I wonder if you girls realize just how cold it is out there?" "Oh, pffft." The girl Maggie knew to be Nellie responded, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We know you keep it crispy-warm in here." And if it were Nellie in one of the bathing suits, the other...similarly justified for her considerably sexed-up figure...had to be Bessie. "Any guys here yet?" She asked, a finger at her mouth. "Caroline and I have to keep 'em safe." Maggie blinked in her confusion. "Caroline?" Donna cut in with the explanations. "Nellie is Caroline Holden, and Bessie is C.J. Parker. I guess you haven't seen Baywatch?" Maggie predictably shook her head. "Never had any interest in that show, but I do at least remember how the bathing suits looked." She then gestured to the party area. "Go right in." Shortly after the arrival of the trio of girls were a larger man and a young woman, both of them dressed in different ballet looks. The male dancer, Mikel, was in his leotard, but he had a wild-haired wig on that confused Maggie. His partner was Jacqueline, who Maggie recognized to be the Nina Sayers character...in radical Swan Queen mode, contact lenses and all...from the movie Black Swan. "Woooow." Maggie's eyes scanned the fullness of Jacqueline's look. "Florian's people did a great job on you! That was a good movie, too." Jacqueline blushed deeply as she let out a shy giggle. "Thanks." The club owner looked visibly confused as to who the man was, though. "I am great dancer Mikhail Baryshnikov!" The Russian man revealed. "Can you not tell by hair?" "Ahhh, right." Maggie flashed a cordial smile. "Do enjoy yourselves." Jacqueline kept very close to Mikel, knowing how much it thrilled this former boy to be near this irresistibly masculine dancer. Maggie grinned as they stepped into the main room to begin their mingling. Next to come through the doors was another couple. One...who looked to be a sissified male...was made over quite effeminately and had features which made him resemble a doll. His face was especially made pretty, no doubt due to the work of Sylvan Illusions. The woman next to him, who looked a little older than him, was dressed up in a workout uniform which looked vaguely familiar to Maggie. The woman in the workout clothes flashed a smile to Maggie upon walking up to her. "Are you ready to do the workout?" She then remarked, in a voice that belonged to Doris Gatland, a woman in the Bullchester suburbs. It took a moment, but then it hit Maggie. "Jane Fonda?" "Correct!" Doris confirmed. Both women shared a laugh. "And you must be...Ursula, right?" "Well, I did like that character, after all," Maggie replied. She then looked to the sissified male. "And you must beeee...?" The doll-like person shrugged, flashing a cute smile. "Um...uhhh..." It seemed difficult for him to admit who he was, but it finally came out. "...Barbie." "Ahhh, a Barbie doll! Very nice!" Maggie exclaimed. "My, my, my...Florian's people do such great work!" "Mmmm...not a trace of Neale Cozens left, is there?" Doris mused, looking to her one-time boyfriend. "I figured he's in mid-blossom anyway." Maggie nodded, smiling. "Enjoy the party." It was easy for Maggie to recognize Petal's face, but her young partner...could that be Jessica dressed as Alice from Alice In Wonderland? Was this Petal's young sister? "Hello, Maggie." Petal flashed a cordial smile, although she seemed to have something on her mind. "Nice outfit." Petal had been made over...from head to toe...to look like Elsa, one of the two main characters of the animated Disney movie Frozen. Although she remembered Petal to be a short brunette, Maggie figured she was wearing a very well-prepared wig. There wasn't a trace of her natural hair to be seen. "Ooooh, Ursula!" Jessica looked amazed. "You look good as her!" Maggie flashed a grin, going into character as she bent down to bring her face closer to Jessica. "Shall we make a trade for your lovely voice, Alice?" Jessica found this amusing enough to giggle. "No, but I hear a mermaid named Ariel might be interested." Maggie and Jessica shared a laugh, while Petal just smirked. She then took Jessica by the hand, looking visibly worried over...something. "Come along, Jess." A trio arrived a couple of minutes after Petal and Jessica went into the main party area. One of them, a familiar-looking red-haired woman, was dressed as an attractive-looking pirate. Her partner, taller and bald, wore a business suit and carried a thin suitcase, and his hands were covered with black gloves. Behind them both was another young woman, this one made over to resemble Disney's version of Snow White. It wasn't until the pirate spoke that Maggie was able to figure out who it was. "Mayoress Julia should be arriving shortly, Maggie." "Ah, very well, Jemima." The smiling club owner responded. "Good to see you again." She then looked to the man next to him. "And you must be Xavier. May I ask who you're supposed to be? I apologize." "It's a character from a videogame, actually," Xavier answered. "According to Jemima, he just calls himself 'Agent 47'. He's supposed to be a professional hitman. After reading up on him, it seemed like the perfect fit for a guy like me." There was, however, another unspoken reason for Xavier's choice. On a suggestion from Julia, he had wanted to see if there were any traces of the gamer Jemima used to be left following the secretary's own conditioning regimen. "Ah, I see." Maggie had never heard of the character or the game, but she maintained her cordial and inviting manner. She then turned back to Jemima. "And I'm guessing you're...a female version of Blackbeard?" Jemima shook her head. "Nope. I'm one of the few female pirates of that era. Her name is Anne Bonny." Again, Maggie cordially nodded. "Well, do go in. There's plenty of people here already." Jemima turned her head towards the young woman dressed as Snow White. "Let's go, Paula." With a nod, the woman...who used to be the manipulative girlfriend of the young man Jemima used to be...passed Maggie, waving and smiling to her as she did, and followed the couple into the main party area. Next to arrive was a single female guest, this one dressed in a white costume with a red cape. Her blond hair was apparently cut short, and the outfit had a large hole to show off her considerable cleavage. The face was very familiar to Maggie. "Good evening, Miss Fielding." "Hi, Maggie." Iris answered. She then gestured to herself. "Nice, eh? I love the way Power Girl's outfit shows off her tits." Maggie quirked an eyebrow. "I never knew you were into comic books, Iris." Iris smirked. "I'm not. That shitbag Marcus mentioned the character and how 'bodacious' she is, and I got curious. Once I looked her up on the internet, her appearance kinda grew on me. I don't know jack shit about her otherwise. It's just a stupid costume." "Yet you wear it well," Maggie mused. "I take it Marcus won't be coming?" Iris shook her head. "He's been naughty tonight. Again. Stephanie should be on her way, though." With a wave, Iris moved into the main party room. Fifteen minutes after Iris's arrival, two far more important figures stepped through the front doors. They were dressed as two women known for their power and influence. One was Queen Cleopatra, and the other was the evil fairy, Maleficent, from Disney's Sleeping Beauty. As she had learned in advance who was coming as these particular presences, Maggie gave a bow of respect. "Welcome, Mayoress. And you, Madame Celeste." Julia, who was dressed as Cleopatra, looked curious. "Has Rita Noble arrived yet, Maggie?" The club owner shook her head. "Not yet, Mayoress." "What about Agatha?" Celeste then asked. "I was told she would arrive much later, actually." Maggie responded. "Jemima and her friends are here, though, Mayoress Stroud." "Heh..." Julia couldn't help but reminisce on how radically she had changed the lives of Jeremy Poulson, Neale Cozens, and Paula. "...poor, unfortunate souls indeed." "And...how about Ruth and her son?" Celeste next inquired. "They haven't arrived yet either," Maggie replied. "But we do have plenty of other guests here already." Celeste nodded. "Good, good. Let me know when Ruth arrives, though. I have to let Demetrius know when to come in." Maggie nodded. "As you wish, Celeste." "You know...I've been thinking." Julia turned to Celeste. "I know Ruth's son is probably finished with his conditioning by now, but...perhaps I should, uh, penetrate him tonight." Celeste smirked. "Well, if...things don't work out between Timmy and Rita for whatever reason, I suppose you can step in. But with the way he's been developing, I kind of doubt he'll have eyes for anyone other than Rita." Julia nodded. "Pity. He's a good foot-rubber, but I suppose he'll be an even better slut." They then went into the main party area. Ironically, Ruth Portnoy and her son were the next to arrive, although Maggie could hardly see any humanity left in the boy's face given the thorough makeup job he had been given. It was as if Ruth's son had literally been transformed into an anthropomorphic mouse. She was able to pick up on Ruth's appearance, though. "You should know that Cinderella and Lady Tremaine are here." Maggie mused aloud. Ruth shrugged, smiling. "I guess I'll have to make certain Cinderella can keep her dress past midnight." Maggie then turned to her son. "Annnnd...which of Cinderella's mouse-friends are you? Jaq, perhaps?" Tammy shrugged. "Just a mouse. No one in particular. Is Florian here yet?" Maggie shook her head, noting that the mouse sounded a lot more female than she thought. "Sorry, dear. I imagine he'll be arriving soon, though." Tammy nodded. "OK, thanks." As Maggie pulled her cell phone to make a quick phone call to Celeste once Ruth and Tammy were out of earshot, Tammy stepped in to the main party area alongside her mother... ...and was met with many amazed eyes all over the room. Tammy couldn't help but blush deeply as a few of the guests walked over to her to take in the details of Tammy's mouse outfit. Celeste, who was on her own cell phone, had quickly went upstairs, while Julia glanced to Tammy and fetchingly smiled, although she remained where she was standing. The mouse girl's eyes were on the many pairs of breasts that were large enough to attract her notice. Her gut murmured with a hunger for milk as the one dressed as the Black Widow was the first to step in front of her. "Barbara Walsh. Nice to meet you." Tammy shook the big-breasted former man's offered hand. "You look incredible." "Thanks," Tammy replied, still alternating her gaze between Barbara's breasts and her eyes. "I'm Tammy." "You should be a strong contender for first prize in the costume contest, dear," Barbara remarked, rubbing the tips of her fingers over the latex appliances on Tammy's face. "Mmmm, yes. Great work." "Leanne Walsh. I'm Barbara's daughter." The Dorothy Gale doppleganger held out a hand, which Tammy shook. "Hi! Neale Cozens." Another handshake. "Wanna do the workout with me?" Doris mused as she shook Tammy's hand. A grinning Bessie naturally walked up and pressed her large breasts against Tammy's taped-up chest. "Maybe I can 'save' you later, honey. Hehehe!" She then moved her mouth to where she knew Tammy's right ear was covered. "Remember me from the bus?" Bessie alluringly whispered. The imposing figure of Lady Tremaine stepped up to Tammy next, the tall woman gazing down intimidatingly at the smaller mouse girl. "Myyy, what an adooooorable little mouse. I hope you are appreciating all of the attention." She lowered her head down until her face was very near Tammy's awestruck expression. "I am the Lady Rosemary Dolan, dear." As a reaction to the word 'Lady' had factored into Tammy's conditioning, the mouse girl gasped aloud and lowered herself submissively. "Milady." She remarked. Rosemary giggled amusedly. "Good girl. Rise." Tammy complied, going back to her simulated mouse feet. Rosemary once again brought her face close to Tammy's, and she brought an index finger beneath the mouse girl's chin, gently keeping it angled up. "I hear you have a craving for feet. If you can be a good little mouse tonight, maybe I can snatch you away so you can care for mine at my castle. The scent should be music to your wiggly little nose, mousie." Tammy could hardly hold back her yearning for such an offer. "I...I- I'd like that, Mmm-milady Rosemary." "I should hope you would be, little mouse." Rosemary grinned, already looking forward to having her way with Tammy in her castle estate. For the moment, however, she grabbed Tammy and turned her around to face Marilyn Monroe, gently shoving her towards the swell of her large breasts. Judith Newlington grinned as Rosemary stepped away. "Hi, Tammy. Remember me? I took you to work when you were lost earlier this week. How is your new job going?" Tammy once again found her eyes alternating between breasts and eyes. "Oh...hi, Judith. Uhh...work is good. I...haven't gotten paid yet, but...well, it's only my first week." Judith nodded, wrapping an arm around the mouse girl. "Well, I don't need to tell you that you've captured the attention of the room with your outfit. I'm told Florian Buchholz himself worked on you." "Is he here yet?" Tammy asked. "I don't think so, but I heard he makes quite an entrance wherever he goes," Judith replied. "I'm sure everyone will know when he arrives. Did Rita bring you here?" "No. I..." Tammy's eyes now lingered on Judith's breasts. "...I came with my...my mom." Judith lifted Tammy's head up with one finger to meet her eyes, smirking. "We don't want to ruin that foam latex work by having you sip from my nipples right here and now, dear. There will be time for that later. Don't worry, though. You'll get a taste of me...and my feet." Tammy nodded slowly. "Okay." "Miss Newlington...uh, I wonder if I could steal Tammy away from you?" A female voice behind the mouse girl asked. "It's...kind of important." "Of course, Alison." Judith's eyes returned to Tammy's. "Turn around, Jaq. Cinderella's waiting." Cinderella smiled as Tammy's eyes fell upon hers. "Hi, Tammy. I'm Alison. I figured I'd pull you away from all this attention. Wanna go upstairs for a bit?" Tammy nodded slowly. "Okay." Alison took the mouse girl by her gloved hand and led her over towards the stairs as more guests began to fill the room, dressed in various other outfits. Jemima hurried over to the pair as they reached the stairs, which was flanked by another pair of well-built men in tuxedos, with full-face masquerade masks on. "Don't keep her up there too long, Alison," Jemima warned. "We have other VIPs who might want to meet Tammy tonight." "We won't be long, Jemima," Alison assured. She then ascended the stairs, Tammy following behind her. The two of them sat at a booth after Alison looked around, and confirmed that they were indeed alone. "So how long have you been in Bullchester, Tammy?" "We arrived last Saturday," Tammy replied, trying to ignore the aching at her chest. "And this job you have...were you able to get that on your own?" Alison asked next. "Or was that job recommended to you?" Tammy shrugged. "Rita Noble recommended it." Alison nodded. "Mmmm..." She craned her head forward as if to be discreet, her voice a little more silent. "...do you remember who you used to be?" Tammy hesitated for a moment, but then shook her head. "Did you have a name like...Timmy?" Alison hoped this would get through the mental barriers. "Timothy, maybe?" The mouse girl tilted her head to the side, hesitating for a long moment. She didn't say a word, but Alison surmised that some part of her within her mind was fighting to answer in the affirmative. It was all the evidence she needed. Before Tammy could attempt an answer, Alison pulled off her elbow- length opera gloves and put two delicate fingers to her decorated lips. "Don't answer. It's okay." She then lightly smoothed her naked hand across Tammy's cheek, a touch which fermented an odd buzz in the mouse girl's mind. "There's nothing wrong with you being who you are now. If anything, it keeps you safe. The women of Bullchester did you a favor, when you think about it. All they're trying to do is establish a place where women have more control over men with a superiority complex, that's all. Men who take advantage of females without any manner of sympathy. You were never one of those kinds of men, were you? I can see it in your eyes." Keeping her other hand at Tammy's cheek, Alison gently brought the other hand up against the mouse girl's other cheek as well, and Tammy's mind became even more pliant. "It's by the blessing of the Divine Feminine that you were spared, sweetheart. However they want you to be here, always remember that it is by the grace of the Divine Feminine that you were changed." "I...I-I...I..." The boy he was seemed to be fighting through Tammy. "...I don't...go to...t-to Church." Alison smiled. "And you won't have to, dear. Just know that it is by the grace of the Divine Feminine that you were given a special gift. A gift that changed who you were, and made you who you are." Tammy nodded, speaking softly. "I...I like wh-who I am." "Blessed be the Divine Feminine for that," Alison mused, still smiling sweetly. "You're one of the good ones. Always remember that." A commotion loud enough for Alison and Tammy to pick up on could be heard down below. Although Tammy was still in a bit of a daze from the effect Alison had on her, Alison herself rose from her seat and slipped her opera gloves back on. "We should get back downstairs. Sounds like something's up." Leading Tammy back down to the main party area, they saw that many eyes were riveted on...and murmuring over...yet another makeup job that had to have been done by Florian himself. Only this was a taller woman, and a very sexy and athletic-looking one at that. What was drawing everyone's attention was the fact that this particular woman had been made over in the manner of a black- striped, orange-furred tigress. She wore a one-piece, brown fur- lined deep blue bathing suit at her torso, and she had a foam latex attachment at her face which gave her nose and mouth a very convincingly feline appearance. A tail was attached to the posterior end of the bathing suit, and she had claw attachments fastened to each of her fingers. The toes of her feet were similarly adorned with claw tips, and the exposed areas of her entire body were decorated with a highly convincing pattern of body paint. She even wore contact lenses to give the pupils of her eyes the appearance of feline slits. But rather than everyone converging upon her, it seemed like almost everyone in the room was keeping a short distance. The woman looked very amused at this manner of reception as she slowly moved through the party area. "You have some nerve coming here, Katzhoff," Lady Rosemary spoke aloud. Maggie just grinned at the former man. "Happy Halloween, Lady Former-boy." Rosemary began to step forward, but Celeste was able to stop her in her tracks, whispering in her ear as she did so. Although the noblewoman's scowl remained on her face, she stayed where she was. Tammy's eyes locked on Maggie upon hearing her speak. The voice sounded very familiar to her. Ignoring Alison's quiet protests to stay away, Tammy continued her descent down the stairs towards the tigress. Maggie's wandering eyes finally fell upon Tammy's once the mouse girl cleared the last step, and she slowly closed the distance between them. Gasps and quiet murmurs could be heard among the party guests. Maggie giggled as she brought a hand to Tammy's cheek. "I thought it was the cat that was supposed to go after the mouse." Her expression then went sullen, still speaking in a light tone that Tammy was able to hear. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner, sweetheart. I've been really, really busy. I couldn't break away." Tammy stared up at her eyes for a long moment. "Maggie..." Something deep down inside the former boy reinforced that this was an ally. Someone she wanted to be with. Someone she could trust. Despite all the time she had been away from her. This was one thing the conditioning was powerless to prevent. Tammy wrapped her arms around the tigress and hugged her close, much to the horror of nearly everyone in the room. Maggie, grinning to a very angry-looking Celeste, who was also observing the scene, wrapped her own arms around Tammy, reciprocating the hug. "I'll make up for my absence," Maggie quietly vowed, as they began to dance to the music that was playing. "I promise." Celeste turned to Julia, who was standing next to her. "Upstairs. Now." Sighing aloud, the Mayoress followed Celeste up to the VIP level. As Celeste passed the two men, she stopped to quickly inform them to stop anyone that tried to follow them up. Once they were upstairs, Celeste furiously turned to Julia. "You should have tried to kill that bitch when you had the chance!" She growled, leveling a finger at her. "What makes you think I didn't try to neutralize her, Celeste?" Julia calmly, humorlessly countered. "Yeah, well...good job," Celeste shot back. "Good job at missing the target. I wonder if Xavier has a weapon in that suitcase he's carrying. I hear he's dressed as some kind of hitman..." "Celeste, I know enough about politics to be aware that any kind of an open assassination is suicide if it comes out that the Mayor was involved in any way," Julia interjected. "Maggie doesn't come out in the open very often to begin with, you know. She's a very, very sneaky woman, and she's very good at slipping into and out of our radar. She's also...and I wonder if you've forgotten this...immune to my supposedly foolproof seed. When we tried to grab her, we were going to knock her out any way we could, and then have her taken to the farm. Killing is not in my vocabulary as a Mayoress, Celeste." Julia then stepped up fearlessly and threateningly close to the angry woman. "I wouldn't even do it for you. And no, Xavier does not have an actual rifle, nor any manner of real weapon, in that briefcase." Celeste fumed for a moment, and it seemed as if she was going to explode into an uncontrolled rage as she squinted her eyes shut... ...but she instead walked over to one of the booths and settled into the cushioned seats, heaving a deep, relaxing breath in her effort to try and think rationally on the situation. To think of a solution that could get her what she wanted without sabotaging everything she had been working towards. She had one hand on her forehead, her elbow propped against the table in front of her. Julia took a step towards her. "Why don't you just come downstairs with..." "Why don't you go downstairs instead? Just leave me alone, Julia!" Celeste snapped. "I'll be down later. Just...leave me be for now. But once Rita Noble arrives? Get her up here." The Mayoress slowly nodded, and then descended the stairs to rejoin the party. Stopping at the landing before the last flight to the main floor, she crossed her arms along the railing and looked down, thoughtfully, to Maggie and Tammy as they continued to affectionately dance with each other. You may not be a full-blown devil in the biblical sense, Mary Margaret Katzhoff. Julia thought to herself. But you sure as hell get an 'A' for effort. Fortunately, the others had lapsed into a more sedate round of dancing. Although some who knew them were still quite uneasily looking to Maggie and Tammy, everyone else just minded their own business and filled the dance floor alongside them. Julia next glanced to Jemima and Xavier. Fortunately, the Mayoress was able to reinforce her control over Jemima through another infusion of her seed and while she still allowed for Jemima to retain some of the flair for dominance that she had developed through Maggie's influence, she was at least able to keep things relatively normal between her Public Relations woman and her man. She once again looked as if she were putty in Xavier's strong, battle-tested arms. A part of Julia wanted Tammy to feel the same way about the Mayoress. After turning Jeremy into Jemima, she had to admit that there was a thrill in turning a young man into a female. Especially someone as relatively meek as Jeremy. She wondered what he had been feeling as his body made the transition. As he saw himself begin to actually grow breasts. To actually have a feminine curve between his back and his butt. The Club Owner...the Maggie dressed as Ursula...hurried over to Julia upon seeing her. She then whispered in her ear. "Rita Noble just arrived. Florian is with her." "Have Rita go upstairs to the VIP Lounge," Julia whispered back. "Celeste wants to see her." Maggie was able to hurry over to the green-skinned, gnarly-nosed Wicked Witch of the West...from The Wizard of Oz, of course...that Rita Noble was dressed as before she was able to enter the main party area. Her expression soured upon hearing the message, and she went right for the stairs, leaving a very nervous-looking Florian Buchholz to meet the approval of the crowds over his amazingly authentic-looking Halloween guise, which was that of a very handsome-looking elf prince. "Have fun," Julia mused aloud to Rita as the visibly worried debutante passed her. Once Tammy's eyes found Florian, they predictably went wide with interest, and her eyes turned back to Maggie with excitement. "Uhh...can I step away for a few minutes? I'll be right back. I promise." Maggie just smiled. "Let me guess. You want to see Florian." Tammy lowered her head, blushing. "Tell ya what. I'll go with you." Maggie then ushered the mouse girl towards where Florian was receiving his compliments. Tammy looked a little confused about this. "You know him?" "News flash," Maggie mused as they walked. "He worked on me, too." The moment Florian's eyes fell on Maggie as she and the more nervous-looking Tammy came close, the elf prince briefly looked a little more intimidated... ...but he then tried to play into the moment, pulling both of them in to wrap an arm around their shoulders. He then addressed the admiring crowds. "Ladies and gentlemen, I vant you all to know that I vorked on zese two lovely ladies personally." He began. "I vould not be surprised if zere is a tie for ze top prize tonight!" This generated a bit of laughter from the crowds. Tammy was just happy to be in at least one of Florian's arms, and she leaned into him, grinning happily. Some of the crowds looked a bit wary for the fact that Florian actually worked on the woman who had been causing a stir throughout Bullchester as of late. Maggie, on the other hand, brought her mouth close to Florian's ear, speaking in Florian's native language. "You did just do makeup work on my mouse friend there, yes?" Florian just nodded, even though he did not return her gaze. "You look wonderful, Florian dear," Tammy cooed. "But then, I shouldn't be surprised, should I? Seeing as how you're such an artist." "Uhh, yes. Thank you, fraulein." He then stepped away from the two females. "Und now, I really need a drink. Pardon me, please." "Wait...can I join you?" Tammy yearningly asked. "Sadly, nein," Florian replied. "I vish to drink alone." He then hurried away, glancing to Maggie as he did. Tammy pouted in her disappointment, but Maggie wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Don't feel too disappointed. He's probably got loads of admirers anyway. In fact, I'm fairly sure he even has a girlfriend. That's probably why he was so resistant to you." Tammy turned her head to Maggie. "You really think so?" "Oh, come on. Look at him! Handsome guy like him? He was probably born with a girlfriend." Maggie responded. "You can do better than him. Believe me." Tammy lowered her head, visibly crestfallen over the very real possibility. A smiling Maggie lifted the mouse girl's head back up. "You want me to get us both a drink instead?" After a moment, Tammy nodded, speaking in a dispirited tone. "Yeah, okaaaay." The music came to a stop, and the lights shone upon an area in which four microphones had been set up on stands. Judith, who had been chosen to act as hostess for the party, stepped up in front of one of the mikes to make her announcement. "Welcome, one and all, to the Cincher's Halloween Party!" Judith waited for the applause to die down as Maggie and Tammy waited for their drinks, turning their heads towards the hostess as she spoke once again. "Happy Halloween to one and all on what has already been a fairly intriguing night. Our first performance of the evening comes to us from four very pretty and very talented starlets, all of whom are dressed for the occasion courtesy of our friends from Sylvan Illusions...ladies and gentlemen, the Altared Boyz!!" Another loud round of applause as four young women walked out and got behind their respective microphones. The one named Tabatha had been given the appearance of a partially-changed werewolf. Next to her was Pepper, who was given a very creepy ghost appearance(which called to mind the more menacing, long-haired, white-skinned female ghosts from recent Japanese horror films). Amy had become a female version of Dracula, while Morgana was made over as the Bride of Frankenstein. Their first tune was, appropriately enough, a cover of Bobby Pickett's Halloween classic, the Monster Mash. Some of the guests began to dance as the four former boys sang out in their sweet and melodic voices. Both Maggie and Tammy found the rendition odd for the fact that it was missing the ingredient which more or less defined the song: a Boris Karloff impression from the lead singer. They were instead doing a straightforward singing of Pickett's classic. As the performance continued, Maggie took note of a look of slight discomfort in Tammy's face, even through her makeup. She brought her lips close to the mouse girl. "Are you OK?" "My chest really hurts," Tammy called back. "I'm wearing something that's bothering me." Maggie nodded, gesturing for the mouse girl to follow. "Come on, then. Let's have a look at it in the bathroom." The Altared Boyz switched tunes and began doing their version of the Time Warp from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. As Maggie and Tammy made their way to the nightclub's pair of lavatories, Tammy's eyes caught sight of someone familiar...and someone who was not. "Mom?" Tammy had to stop, seeing Ruth talking with a large man who was dressed as a Marine. "Who the hell is that with her?" Maggie also looked upon this pairing, and immediately assumed the worst. Particularly for the fact that Tammy didn't know the man. She had to divert the mouse girl for the moment. "We can find out after we've looked at your chest. Now let's go." Tammy couldn't help but wonder what her mom was doing as Maggie found the zipper of the mouse girl's costume and pulled it down. Sure enough, there was a bit of redness around Tammy's chest area, as the bandages were holding in what looked to be a pair of very large breasts. They were straining to their limits, and Tammy was still grimacing over the pressure. "Oh, hell. They've gotta come off, hon." Her hands went to where the bandages had been tied and she unraveled the tight knot. It took a little bit of time, but she was able to free up the bond, and the bandages finally loosened up and dropped away, allowing Tammy's large, EE cup-sized, milk-filled breasts to bounce forward and out in all their perfect roundness. Fat nipples topped each of them. Maggie stared upon them in awe. She loved large breasts on a woman, and Tammy seemed to have just the right size to capture the interest...and the gaze...of the tigress. Tammy sighed with considerable relief upon feeling them come free. "Ohhh, Goddess, that feels sooooo much better. Thank you." Maggie, however, was still staring. She really wanted to be able to play with those exposed mammaries! The former boy had developed quite the feminine body, too, given how much of Tammy's milk-white torso was now exposed. Maggie was entirely tempted, in that moment, to just rip off the foam latex attachment on her face and begin sucking upon one of those nipples. Tammy was able to notice Maggie's sudden fixation, and a lascivious smile began to form on her decorated face. "Mmmm...you like my big, fat tits, don't you?" Maggie actually forgot herself as she stared upon them. "Y- yes...I...I do...they look really nice..." Tammy giggled cutely in response as her gloved hands went up to cradle the large, fleshy mounds. "Did you want some milk, lil' kitty? I should have plenty for you here." The tigress now looked a bit wary. "Timmy...don't tempt me. Not here. Not now." Tammy fetchingly stepped forward, towards Maggie, as she shook her head. "My name is Tammy, Maggie. Tammy Porntoy...and I love who and what I am now, just as you love my big titties. Don't you wanna..." Maggie wrapped an arm around the half-naked mouse girl, the other hand rubbing at one of her firm breasts. She gazed at Tammy with defiant eyes. "Later," she firmly declared. Tammy, however, began to pant. She was loving the feel of having her breast rubbed, and she was turned on even more by the dominant nature of the tigress that held her. "Mmmm...yes, Miss Maggie." The tigress brought her decorated face very close to Tammy's, as if she were moving in for a deep kiss. Excitement began to stir up from within the mouse girl as she gazed hungrily up to Maggie with half- lidded eyes. "We should find out what's going on with your mother," Maggie reasoned. This seemed to snap Tammy back to reality, as her expression went serious once again. Maggie pulled away and made an effort to zipper the mouse costume back up. The only thing that looked weird was the obvious fact that there was a now large bulge at Tammy's chest. Once Tammy was covered up, she and Maggie stepped out of the Ladies Room... ...and they both got an eyeful of Ruth and the Marine, in each other's arms, their lips locked in a passionate, loving kiss. Tammy's eyes widened in shock as she immediately stepped towards them both before Maggie could stop her. "Mom!" Tammy called out, closing the distance between them angrily. "What the hell are you doing??" This obviously jerked both Ruth and her partner out of their moment of passion, and they both turned to face Tammy. "Oh! Tammy! There you are!" She grinned, not looking ashamed at all. "I was, uh... going to tell you about this. Remember when I said..." "...there would be some changes? Yes, mom. I know." Tammy interjected, frowning. "But I never expected that this..." She gestured to Demetrius. "...was what you meant!" Ruth frowned now as she turned to face her former son. "And since when do I need the permission of my maid to meet someone else? And to re-marry?" "MAID??" Tammy looked even more shocked. "I'm yo...I'm your daughter!" "She tells me you make for good maid," Demetrius remarked. "We move to bigger and better place. Give you lot of work to do until Madame Noble call for you." Tammy was furious now as she glared upon the large, Grecian man. "Fuck you. That maid shit was just for my mother. She's family! Unlike you!" "I had a son, dear. Not a daughter," Ruth calmly noted, much to Tammy's astonishment. "As far as I'm concerned, you're my maid. I don't mind playing the whole mother-daughter thing when friends of the family come around, but you're still my maid, and you're going to have to accept the fact that Demetrius and I will marry, and we will move to a larger place. If you don't wish to come along and help keep the place tidy, that's your choice. I'm sure Madame Noble will take you in anyway." Maggie glanced at the gathering crowds observing the moment, and among the observing faces, she saw Celeste and Rita standing next to each other, both of them smiling wickedly. Interestingly enough, she also observed that Julia's reaction was not as satisfied. In fact, she looked a bit disgusted as she glanced to Celeste and Rita. Tammy, however, was overcome with grief as she began to cry. "But...but, mom..." "No 'buts', maid! You are the polluted seed of a horrible man!" Ruth scolded. "You are beneath me!" Maggie had heard enough. She moved forward to grab Tammy as she collapsed into a sobbing fit. "Come on, Tammy. Let's get out of here." Demetrius, however, also moved towards Tammy. "Maid stays with..." Six hard and very fast roundhouse kicks impacted the greek man's skull with thunderous precision, much to the complete shock of the onlookers. Once Demetrius collapsed to the ground, Maggie blasted him into unconsciousness with another hard shot to his head, courtesy of a well-aimed axe kick. An angry Xavier began to move towards Maggie... ...but an arm from the Mayoress held him back. She shook her head emphatically when Xavier turned his head towards her in disbelief. "No. Go ahead, Julia." Maggie was in a fighting stance, pointing right at the former soldier. "Turn that fucking pussy loose on me. I'll show you all how quickly I can take his ass down!" "I'll kill you, you bitch," Xavier angrily vowed. "I'll kill you!!" "No, you won't." All that knew her turned to the very familiar voice behind them, and everyone went silent. She came dressed as Cruella De Vil, a character from Disney's 101 Dalmations, but the voice was unmistakable. Particularly to Celeste, and Maggie. It was Agatha. Although she certainly looked displeased, she maintained her gaze upon Maggie and Tammy silently. Maggie scowled as she stepped over to Tammy...who was still sobbing openly...and brought her to her feet while keeping her eyes on Agatha. Tammy eventually brought her tear-drenched eyes up to look upon the Cruella De Vil doppleganger curiously. "Leave," Agatha firmly remarked. "Both of you." Maggie turned to Tammy, already ushering her towards the club's entrance. "Let's go, sweetheart. We're getting out of here." Tammy's voice sounded very weak as she spoke. "M..mmommyyy..." Ruth could not help but stare at her former son as she and Maggie left. Even with her deeply-seated conditioning, that part of her that still loved the boy Tammy used to be was practically slamming at the barred gates of her subconscious to be freed. The more dominant conditioning, however, re-asserted control as Ruth's gaze went to Demetrius, who was not moving from the punishment Maggie's Muay Thai kicks inflicted on him. Julia was already calling for an ambulance as the crowds circled around him. The entire time, Celeste glared upon Agatha, even as Maggie and Tammy made good on their escape from the club's confines. Agatha returned Celeste's gaze, but hers was one of mild amusement as she stepped back into the club. Celeste's scowl next turned to Rita, who had a displeased expression of her own, although not quite as vivid as that of the Maleficent doppleganger. "So much for your 'precious little slut'." Celeste sarcastically remarked to Rita. "We may get her back yet, Celeste." Rita calmly responded. "Until then? I can just defer to Lenore. She, at least, was quick to blossom, and I don't have any doubts at all about her loyalty." At first, Celeste was confused, but she then remembered the bullying young man from Feetham's. "She's the other act tonight, isn't she?" Rita nodded, smiling, as the crowd moved back into the party area once the ambulance arrived to collect Demetrius. "Florian's people did a really nice job making a real bunny out of her. This should be a very stimulating fan dance we're in for. Old-school burlesque. Her breasts are just as big as Tammy's, too." Celeste finally smiled, glancing at the very worried Ruth, who followed the paramedics out of the club, and over to the ambulance. "That should make Lenore's mom happy." The two scheming women shared a laugh as they followed the entourage back to the main party area.