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It was Monday morning. I showered and shaved. As Mrs Robinson had taken
away all my male underpants, I would have to wear knickers to work. (It
wouldn't be the first time). But when I opened the drawer I discovered
that she must have taken my male socks as well. I decided to put on
some black stockings as these would be less noticeable than tan ones if
my ankles were showing. Of course this meant wearing a suspender-belt.
By the time I had fastened my stockings to the suspender clasps I
thought I might as well wear a bra as well. I reckoned that none of my
underwear was going to show under my male clothes anyway.
When I had been wearing a dress, my hairstyle had looked a little
boyish, but now that I had my male outer clothes on I realised that it
looked quite feminine for a male. I also realised that I had hardly any
eyebrows. But there wasn't much I could do about these. And I needed to
hurry to get my bus if I wasn't to be late.
In the office I was aware of a few glances from other members of staff,
but nothing was said. Not till lunch-time. When most of the staff had
gone out for lunch, Mary, the office manager, came over to my desk. "Is
this the new Dee?" she asked. "Nice hairstyle. And your nails are very
neat, too!" Glancing at my hands, I realised that they still had nail
polish on. Only slightly pink. I just smiled, not knowing how to answer
her. She smiled a sort of secret smile and went back to her desk.
On Tuesday, the office began to get rather busy. There was a lot to do
in preparation for a larger conference at the end of the week. I was
once again wearing a full set of female underwear. A few of the other
girls made complimentary comments. "Nice hair," "Like your new look,"
and so on.
Wednesday was also very busy. In the evening I needed some shopping and
called by the supermarket. Julie was on the till. She seemed to work
quite long hours there. She gave me a big smile. "Hi, Dee," she said.
Nice to see you. I should have some free time at the weekend. Hope to
see more of you then." As she said the word "more" she glanced down at
my legs. We both knew what she meant. When I got home there was a note
saying that some parcels had arrived for me and that they had been left
with my neighbour, Mrs Robinson. I called round to her house. She gave
me several packages, but looked at me disapprovingly. "For future
reference," she said, "don't come round here wearing trousers. You've
got enough skirts and dresses to wear." I mumbled my apologies, saying
I had come straight from work. "I'll let you off just this once," she
replied.
I took my parcels back home and started to open them. I recognised some
of the stuff that I'd ordered, but there were several other items as
well. I realised that Mrs Robinson must have added them to my order
before sending it off. One of the items was a maid's dress. Very short.
I went to the bedroom and removed my male clothes, then tried the
maid's outfit on. The bodice was in a stretchy material and clung to my
body. It would look good if I wore a bra stuffed with something to give
me a bust. The skirt was extremely short and had a built in petticoat,
which had the effect of making the skirt flare out from the waist. It
was clearly designed to ensure that the wearer's knickers were always
showing. I was glad I was wearing black stockings - they suited the
uniform. I slipped on my heeled shoes and went downstairs to prepare a
meal. A job for a maid, I thought. That night I slept in a new nightie
with matching knickers...
On Thursday the office was much quieter. All the senior staff were away
at the conference and wouldn't be back until the following week. There
were a few outstanding queries and telephone calls in the morning, but
by lunchtime we could sit back and relax. Mary asked me if I'd like to
go out for a light lunch. We were joined by two other girls from the
office. We sat at a table in the corner of a restaurant. While we were
waiting for our food to be served. Mary turned to me. "Now, Dee," she
said. We've all noticed that you've had your hair styled, your eyebrows
trimmed and your nails manicured. There's a tell-tale bump where your
bra is fastened. And," she put her hand on my upper thigh where my
suspender-clasp was, "you're wearing suspenders and stockings. Did you
think we girls wouldn't notice?" I felt myself blushing. Fortunately
the food arrived so I didn't have to answer immediately.
As the waitress walked away, Mary continued. "There won't be many staff
in the office tomorrow. And as you know, we encourage people to dress
casually on Fridays. So why don't you wear a dress or a skirt to work
tomorrow? We'll all support you, won't we girls?" The other girls
smiled and nodded. "You'll be fine," said one. "And it'll be nice to
have another girl in the office," giggled the other. "OK, well what do
you think, Dee?" asked Mary. "I suppose you do have something suitable
to wear?"
"Er, yes, I do," I admitted. "Well that's settled then," said Mary.
"We'll expect to see a little more of your pretty legs on Friday." One
of the other girls assured me that I had shapely ankles, and the others
nodded approvingly.
I was glad the office wasn't very busy in the afternoon. My mind kept
thinking about what might happen on Friday.
As I got home that afternoon, there was another note saying there was
something waiting for me at my neighbours house. I changed into a skirt
and top before going round. "I've got something special for you," she
said when she opened the door. "Can you come round to my house tomorrow
evening? I hesitated and she looked at me quizzically. I explained that
I was planning to go to the office in a skirt on Friday. "Oh, well in
that case you'd better come in now," she replied.
As I went into the house, Mrs Robinson asked me if I would like a
drink. I nodded and she led me into the kitchen. She poured me a glass
of wine and explained "I got something for you for the weekend, but as
you're going to work dressed tomorrow, it will be much better if you
have it now. I'll just be a few minutes." She left me sipping my wine.
A few moments later Ann came to the kitchen door. "Hello," she smiled.
"Come upstairs. We're ready for you." I followed her upstairs, watching
the way her bottom wobbled as she went up. I wished my bottom was
bigger.
"Now take your top off. And your bra," instructed Mrs Robinson. "These
are a present from me. I'm sure you'll like them." She opened a box and
showed me a pair of silicone boobs. "You'll look more natural in the
office tomorrow with these under your dress." She used some sort of
spirit on cotton wool to clean my chest area, before spraying the
falsies with adhesive and carefully placing them in position. Ann
quickly helped me into a new bra and adjusted the straps to ensure a
good fit. She helped me put my top back on. "How do they feel?" asked
Mrs Robinson.
I cupped them in my hands. They felt fantastic. Surprisingly heavy. And
they felt real. Of course, my hands could feel my boobs, but my boobs
could not feel my fingers. But I could feel the change in weight on my
chest as my hands supported my new boobs. I had worn a bra stuffed with
pants before; that gave me the shape of a bust, but it didn't feel
anything like this. "Walk over to the mirror," said Mrs Robinson. It
was only a few paces, but I could feel my boobs bouncing as I walked. I
could feel how my bra reacted to their movement. When I saw my
reflection I was amazed. I now had quite large tits under my clingy
top. Firm, well rounded, heavy tits. MY tits.
"Walk back this way," instructed Mrs Robinson. Again I felt them
bouncing a little as I walked. "Well, it's quite obvious that you like
them," said Ann. I realised that I had a huge erection. I couldn't help
it. My new tits were fantastic. "It's a good job we've got a glass
ready," said Mrs Robinson. "Hold your skirt up."
When the swelling had gone down, Mrs Robinson told me to stand still,
holding my skirt up. "I've got something else for you. Ann will clean
your little clitty and put something cool and soothing on it." Mrs
Robinson produced a cock dildo. It had a prominent shiny purple knob
end and a rubber bulb behind the balls. She squeezed the bulb and put
the tip of the dildo into the glass. When she released the bulb, most
of the contents of the glass were sucked up into he dildo. She raised
the tip of the cock dildo to my lips. "Lick then suck," she said. I
obediently parted my lips and she gently pushed the dildo into my
mouth. "Do you remember having a comforter to suck when you were a
little baby?" she asked. "It was about the same size as the nipple on
your Mummy's titty. Now that you're grown up you need something larger
to suck."
Meanwhile Ann was doing something with my own shrivelled cock, but I
couldn't tell exactly what. It felt quite surreal. I was standing
almost helpless with both my hands holding my skirt up. I could feel
the unaccustomed weight of my new titties on my chest. A dominant Mrs
Robinson was holding a cock dildo in my mouth, while her daughter was
doing something to my own cock, concealed by my raised skirt. Ann
pulled up my knickers and got to her feet and simultaneously the cock
dildo squirted into my mouth. "Now you can hold it yourself," said Mrs
Robinson. I gripped the shaft of the cock dildo and she squeezed the
rubber bulb again. "Swallow it all. Suck and lick. Make sure you don't
miss any. Being girly isn't just about wearing the clothes, you know."
"Do you like your new comforter?" asked Mrs Robinson. I nodded as I
removed it from my mouth. I looked at it. The large knob-end, still
glistening with my saliva, was indeed somewhat like the shape of a
baby's comforter, but on a rather larger scale. "Look after it and keep
it clean. You can suck on it tonight when you go to bed, even if it
doesn't spurt into your mouth."
"You see," she went on, "we've had to fit you with something to prevent
embarrassing erections. You wouldn't want to show yourself up at the
office tomorrow, would you?" Ann laughed. "You won't be getting it up
at all," she giggled. She led me over to the mirror. "lift your skirt,"
she said. She pulled my knickers down. I saw that my now tiny cock was
enclosed in a small plastic chastity device. My hairless balls were
showing, but it was obviously impossible to remove the device without
unlocking the shiny little padlock. "It's a stainless steel lock,"
explained Mrs Robinson. "So you can keep it on in the shower. You'll
have to sit down to pee, of course, like a real girl. And use a tissue
when you've finished to mop up the last drops."
Ann pulled my knickers up again and I let my skirt drop. "You have to
admit," said Mrs Robinson, "that you haven't been able to control
yourself on a number of occasions. You can't go around in public with a
tentpole holding up the front of your skirt. You might get arrested.
But now you'll be quite safe in the office tomorrow." "And you'll still
have your comforter," added Ann. "To remind you what your cock used to
be like!"
Mrs Robinson handed me another package. "It's a sleep bra," she
explained. "I should wear it when you go to bed while you're wearing
your titties. And by the way, they are attached with medical adhesive
and there's no danger of them coming away from your skin any time soon.
When you want to take them off, just come round to the house and I'll
do it for you. It's necessary to use a special solvent to avoid
damaging your skin." I nodded, a little absently. I was in a bit of a
daze. So much had happened so quickly. Since entering the house I had
acquired a pair of large bouncy tits, enthusiastically sucked a cock
dildo in front of Mrs Robinson and her daughter, and had my cock locked
into a chastity device to prevent me getting an erection. But I could
also see the advantage of turning up at the office with a feminine bust
and not having to worry about "showing myself up".
"Now, dear," said Mrs Robinson. "Why don't you go home and get used to
walking around with your new bouncy boobies. And have a great day in
the office tomorrow." Back home, as I walked around the kitchen
preparing my meal, I really enjoyed the sensation of having my new
tits. They really felt part of me. Later I changed into my sleep bra
and a short nightie with matching knickers. I picked up my new
comforter and put it to my mouth. As my lips parted to take in the
shiny knob end, my other hand reached down. There was, of course, no
erection to fondle. Just a little plastic case and a padlock.
I suddenly realised that they hadn't given me a key. I was glad of my
comforter.
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