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Back at work, my supervisor, Cara, was waiting for me. It was 2:30 PM
and I had been gone since 11:30AM.
Cara was also a strong woman who did not care for men in general, and
often display contempt for me.
She called me into her office. She told me to take a seat. As she walked
around me, she told me that my work level and focus had fallen down.
She decided that she would put me on a new program or give me the
option to quite. I had no choice. I needed a job and she knew that. My
fate was in her hands.
As she stood over me, she noticed that my pink shirt was open at the
top. She could see the slight swelling of my breasts. She smiled.
Allen she, said, "I want you to be my personal assistant for the next two
weeks. Vicky is gone, visiting her sick mother. I think you would be a
perfect fit."
Personal assistant? Secretary? No way.
Cara said that I could take the work load off several of the women in the
office, who had more important things to do than paperwork.
I would sit in the desk right outside of Cara office, and I would start
in the morning.
Cara then reached downed and touched one of my nipples through my pink
shirt. My nipple responded and became very hard. She twisted the nipple
and I jumped in pain. She looked at the other nipple and noticed a
stain.
"Allen, if looks like some on has been sucking on your nipples?"
"Is that so?"
I turned completely red in the face again.
I looked down as she waited for my answer.
"Well?"
I tried to mummer something.
Just then, her phone rang.
She told me that she had to go, but that she was pleased we had come to
mutual understanding and agreement.
I did not think we had.
I left her office and thought my whole world is coming down on top of me.
When I came home that night, another email was waiting there for me
from Sara.
I had no escape.
Sara told me that my day at the salon would pay off in the future, and
that I should not worry my pretty little head.
Sara told me that I still had many things to do before next weekend, the
big party weekend.
I wonder where the party was going to be.
With spring break coming, my daughter informed me that she and three of
her roommates would be gone.
Sara apparently was not going to join them.
I was excited.
Maybe I could be with Sara, alone.
Maybe the party was for two - the two of us!
I certainly hope so.
Sara's second email that day gave me another list to be completed, yet
that night!
I was to go to the stripper boutique again. This time I was
to purchase 3 different sizes of butt plugs: a small, a medium and a
large.
Also, I was to purchase the largest, black penis they carried in stock!
My knees were weak as I read Sara's list.
She told me to email her back as soon as retuned with the items.
I did not even eat dinner that night but went instead across town to that
seedy shop.
There were only a few other customers inside, but I was still felt very
self-conscience that everyone was looking at me.
Sara's mail was explicated in that I was to give my "shopping" list to
the clerk.
The male clerk read my note, and then read it again, ALOUD.
Every customer in the shop turned to the counter.
All of their eyes were on me. I felt like the smallest parcel
on earth.
The clerk read in a very clear and slow voice,
"Let's see, a small butt plug, a medium butt plug, a large butt plug,
and for dessert, the largest black penis in the store!
Hmmm I think we can fill that order."
I followed the clerk around the store like a little kid as he collected
the items.
He asked if I wanted them in a bag.
I said "Please," and he put them into a "clear" bag.
There I was walking through the store which had started to fill up with
more customers, and of course, everyone looks at "your" bag.
One guy standing at the door asked me if he could walk me to my car.
I quickly ran out of there.
Back at home, I emailed Sara and told her that I had acquired all of
the items.
She replied back and told me to wear the small butt plug tonight to bed
and to open the video link she sent me in the email before I went to
sleep.
When I changed for bed, I striped down and looked at my body.
Hairless, with small breasts starting to appear.
I had breasts of a young, pre-teen girl.
And my lips! My lips were full! They looked like women's lips!
I decided I should put on my pink camisole.
My perk little nipples pushed against the silky material. I tingled.
I then applied KY jelly to the small butt plug.
I wasn't too sure about this.
I hated prostrate exams.
I bent over and start to insert the small butt plug into my hole.
I thought of Sara as I pushed the plug into me.
It was painful at first, and then it felt ok.
In a few minutes it actually felt good, like it belonged back there.
It did come try to come out, so I put on my faithful pink thong and that
held it in place.
I could not resist, so I put on my 5 inch, pink high heels, and walked
around my apartment.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My butt looked sexy. Up high due to the
heels.
Stuff with a plug. I really felt like a little tart.
What was happening to me?
Just then I remember to check Sara email about the video before I went to
bed.
It was an instructional video.
But first, I had to retrieve one of my new purchases - the big, black
penis or cock, or what every you prissies call those things.
It was humongous.
My hands, which seemed to be becoming smaller, barley, fit around its
diameter.
I could also put my hands on top of each other and still not match its
length.
Do men really have this type of equipment! I don't!
Back at the computer, I sat down with the butt plug in me.
Boy, this was a different experience.
I opened the video. It was on how to learn to suck a man's cock. It was
an educational video with instructions.
I had to perform each task and follow each step. I also had to key in on
the computer, my progress, so Sara, my teacher, could review my
development.
The instructions said that if I practiced every day, and committed
myself, that I could take the entire cock into my mouth and
throat by the end of the week. What a goal.
Sara told me to work hard work on it every night for a minimum of one
hour per night.
I put the black monster on the table next to my computer screen and watch
the "prissy" in the video.
I started to follow the steps and began to suck this monster.
I had difficulty at first, even opening my mouth wide enough to take just
the full head in.
This was going to take a lot of practice.
After an hour, I again went to bed that night exhausted.
My mouth was sore, my lips were sore, my chest hurt, my belly-button was
sore.
I had to lie on my back.
My butt plug was the only thing that seemed to fit and feel good.
I quickly fell asleep. And this was only Monday!
I woke up with a start on Tuesday morning.
Had I overslept, no, but I felt panic in that I had a million things to
accomplish today.
I laid in bed, just for a second.
I looked down and saw my pert, little breasts. My pointed, pink nipples
were pushing out the tight pink silk camisole.
I could also see my new belly-button ring and, and I could feel the small
butt plug, deep inside me. The butt plug, at least, felt wonderful. I
wasn't looking forward to removing it.
I decided to check my email before getting ready for work.
Sara had emailed me! Yikes!
It read... "Good morning my little Prissy Ally, I do hope you slept well.
You will certainly need to be rested for the coming week!"
Sara's email continued with her usual, detailed instructions.
I was to go to my beauty salon appointment today, over lunch, and I was
to be on time!
Sara had already emailed Margo, the beauty salon manager, about the
services I required today.
Oh no, not more pain.
I was not looking forward to this appointment.
Sara, of course, told me that I would enjoy the benefits of my hard work
and that I need not be a little sissy about it.
I decided that I would ask my office manager, Cara, for more time over
lunch, so I would not get into trouble like the last time.
Sara's email also provided specific directions for me to get ready that
morning.
I was to take out my butt plug, wash and sanitized it, take a
shower, and apply a light application of Nair - hair removal, to my
entire body except for the small triangle patch at my crouch.
I was also to apply a little lotion to my belly ring to make sure it
would not become infected.
When I dried myself, I was to pat my body down with pink baby
powder and then lubricate and insert my butt plug again.
Finally, Sara's email said to apply a thin coat of pink lipstick onto my
new, fuller lips.
And not to be forgotten, my pink thong.
I thought to myself that I should really purchase a few more pair of
them. Yikes!
I was doings things that I never would have fantasized about a week ago.
It was like I was going along for a fast ride, somewhere I did not know,
and that Sara, not I, was driving.
I finished dressing and went to work to take "my place" at the
secretary's desk outside of Cara's big office.
My name plate on my little desk read, in large characters, "PERSONAL
ASSISTANT."
On my desk was a beautiful vase of pink flowers. They looked so delicate
and feminine, truly for a fem assistant. Everyone was very nice to me in
my "new position."
At about 11:00 AM, I reluctantly approached Cara in her office. She of
course, was on the phone and continued to talk as if I was not there.
Finally, she was finished with her call.
I asked her if I could have a little bit more time for lunch today.
She inquired why, and I, embarrassed again, and looking downward, told
her that I had another appointment at the beauty salon.
She looked at my lightly colored pink lips.
She said she understood and that I could go, but first, I had to
asked each woman in the office if they needed any beauty supplies as I
would be very eager to pick things up for them.
I found myself standing at each women's desk and writing down the items
they each needed from the beauty salon: nail polish, lipstick, hand
lotions, facial creams, hair remover, shampoo, make-up, hairbrushes,
etc.,etc., etc.
I felt like a little errand runner.
I finally completed the list - a rather long list - three pages in total,
and found myself off to the salon, not wanting to disappoint Sara.
When I checked in at the salon, there was yet another new receptionist,
Michelle. She asked if I had an appointment, just like the last time. I
said yes, at 12:00 noon. "Ally?"
"Yes," I quietly, and reluctantly offered.
Again, several women customers watched my every move at the front desk.
Michelle made a note in her appointment book and then loudly announced,
"Oh, Margo said to be sure that I bring you right back to her area for
all of your "special" services today. Right this way, Ally."
I went back with Michele only to see Margo waiting impatiently for me.
"Oh Ally, so good to see you again" Margo said with sarcasm.
"Well, do you like all the things we did for you last time?"
"Yes, sort of... I guess so," I offered.
"We knew you would, and today we have several more things to do to you,
per Sara's instructions."
"Why don't you just lie down in my reclining chair, again," Margo
teasingly said.
Did I have a choice?
I slowly lowered myself into the black leather chair.
Margo quickly positioned the chair, so I was horizontal.
She had Michelle removes my shoes, sox's and trousers.
When Michelle saw my pink thong, she laughed. "Ally, your thong is so
precious on you," said Michelle.
With that, Margo proceeded to abruptly remove my thong.
I was sure she was going to stuff them in my mouth again, but no, this
time she gave then to me to hold.
Today she said, Sara requested that I receive a G-string wax job.
Wax job!
It involved hot wax and razors.
Oh great.
Margo took my penis and tucked it under me between my legs and said, "we
won't be needed this pathetic little thing around here anymore."
She then took a template of a small triangle and drew lines on my crouch
area. Next, she started to pour hot was on the outside of the triangle
lines.
I jumped at the first drop of wax.
It was very hot, and I started to tear up.
Margo gave me a look of utter disgust.
She then looked at my hand holding my pink thong.
I knew what to do. I stuffed my pink thong into my mouth!
Margo then snapped both of my arms into the armchair buckles.
I could not move.
Margo continued to pour more hot wax onto my skin and move it around into
position, just outside the triangle lines.
She then took a rather large razor blade and cut away any hairs outside
of the template lines.
The razor strokes were long and very painful.
It felt like my skin was being removed.
When she was done, she held up a mirror for me to see my "new" crouch.
I looked like a young adolescence girl - thin legs, with a dark triangle
of hair in the middle.
Margo said Sara requested that my new crouch be dyed a dark color, so it
could be seen through transparent clothing!
After the dye, I thought that I my appointment was finished.
Boy, was I wrong.
Margo unbuttoned my shirt to look at my chest.
"Hmmm, not bad, but we need to do better.
I have a new ingredient which should work better on you."
Margo retrieved a large needle and filled it with a powerful
solution of Collagen.
Margo inserted the needle with a sharp jab, first into my left breast and
then into my right breast and proceeded to empty the full contents of the
syringe each time.
All I could do was to lie there and watch.
My breasts immediately felt fuller and quite heavy.
I was going to need a bra, I thought.
Margo looked at her work and said, "Now that looks better."
I again thought that I was finished for the day when Margo unbuckled me.
I stood up.
But Margo said, "One second dearie, one more procedure for our little
prissy sissy'!
She then called for Michelle, the new reception to join us.
I started to panic.
Michelle could not be more that 18 years of age.
She responded to Margo without hesitation.
Margo told Michelle that she was going to inject a very large
needle into each of my buttocks and that Michelle would have to pacify
me, so I would not faint, that is. Faint!
How large was this needle?
Margo had me turn around, so my butt cheeks were right at her level as
she sat next to a tray filled with all types of metal instruments.
She told Michelle to reach down and "milk me."
Michele asked if she should have a Kleenex ready.
Margo said that would not be necessary as I would clean up!
Michelle touched my penis and it immediately became stiff.
She took my pre cum and ran it over my penis head and expertly massaged
the tip of my penis.
At 18, I wondered how she was so proficient at this!
Margo then told Michelle to take her other hand, remove my thong and put
three fingers into my mouth, so I would not scream.
I looked back, only to see the largest needle ever manufactured being
picked up by Margo.
I thought the needle for my breasts contained a lot of Collagen.
This one look like an oil drum!
Margo then abruptly pinched a chunk of my flesh, and with a very sharp
jab and a lot of force, stuck the needle deep into my right buttock and
proceeded to emptied all of the fluid into me.
I tried to scream.
The pain was unbearable.
But with Michelle stroking me and having her fingers deep down into my
throat, the best I could do was to jerk, moan, and jerk again. I felt a
combination of severe pain, pleasure and helplessness.
I also was not ready for the next needle jab.
It came fast, very fast, and again, very forceful.
It was painful to feel the fluid go into me.
It seemed to take forever to empty the contents of the oversized syringe.
Michelle had been stroking me during this time and finally, as I
concentrated on the pleasure and not the pain, I started to
cum, but then Michele started to tease me by slowing down her stroking.
I keep pushing into her hand. Wanting to finish.
I looked at her in desperation.
She had a weird smile on her face, like she was enjoying my displeasure.
With a look of absolute pleading, she finally let me cum.
I exploded.
She reached down with her other hand to catch all of my cum.
Michelle then brought up each of her hands to my mouth and just looked at
me as if I knew exactly what to do.
I did.
"Open up, be a good little girl. That's it; get it all, it belongs to
you."
I licked all of the cum off her hands, swallowed, and then suck each of
her fingers dry.
Margo stood up and announced that my appointment was complete for today.
As I left Margo's area, she reminded me again to make yet another
appointment for next week! I nodded slowly.
I sat down in my car in the parking lot. My chest was sore, my buttocks
were very sore, and my crouch burned from the hot wax and the very close
razor cuts.
What was happening to me? It was like I had no control over my
life.
Women were directing where I went, what I did, what I wore, and how I
looked - every facet of my life was under a women's control.
I felt weak as I started back to the office.
Oh no, I forget the beauty items which I was supposed to bring back for
all the women in the office.
I returned to the salon only to have Michelle help me fill the large
order. Of course, the beauty salon was now full of women clients in the
early afternoon.
Michelle requested that I walk with her around the saloon
and help her pick out all of the items.
She took pleasure in asking me in front of all the women a number of
questions on each item. "Large or small, scented or unscented. What did I
like?"
I kept telling her they were not for me.
She played along like it was a game and that all the items were my
purchases.
This seemed like it was taking forever.
By the time I finished, all, and I mean all, of the women in the saloon
were giggling.
As I walked back to my car, I could feel that the weight in my body had
started to shift.
My breasts were heavier and my "new" buttocks, which now seemed to
be gigantic beef cheeks, had of mine of their own.
I was somewhat off balanced with the new added weight on both sides of my
body.
I was walking different, like a woman!
Back at the office, Cara buzzed me in to see again why I was so late.
I told her the items took a long time to select in that I had to make
sure the selections were correct.
Cara told me that it was good I was knowledgeable in this area.
Cara also noted my different look - my buttocks and chest.
She told me that my clothes did not fit and that she would purchase some
things for me to wear which would be far more appropriate.
Great. Now I have my women boss buying clothes for me.
That night when I arrive back home, there was yet another email from
Sara.
I felt very weak and tired, but I felt like I was under a spell and had
to read her email before retiring for the evening.
"Ally, my little prissy. Margo said that you are making tremendous
progress. Good girl. I know you had it in you. Tonight, you will move up
to the medium size butt plug. Given your more ample buttocks, a girl like
you should be moving up to a larger size butt plug!
Also, you need to keep working on your cock sucking development. You
should be to take the entire penis head into your mouth comfortable and
be able to go down on the shaft at least 4 inches by now. Your goal,
remember is to deep throat the entire shaft by this weekend. I know you
will not disappoint me, will you."
I ate a small salad for dinner, per Sara's diet instructions. I have been
losing about 1/3 lb. a day. I felt weak and soft.
That night before I went to bed, I went into the bath and took off all my
clothes. I looked at body.
In my mirror I saw a very fem figure.
Fuller, emerging young breasts.
My nipples in particular were protruding significantly! I estimated my
breast size was now about a full B cup.
My waist was smaller from losing weight, but also from the size of my
emerging buttocks.
My large bottom made my entire abdomen look smaller.
I turned around and looked closer at my butt in the mirror!
Oh my, it was astounding.
I had never seen such a sexy butt.
My cheeks were perfectly shaped, fleshy, and they stuck out like a
"Sister's" butt.
I was becoming turned on, just looking at myself.
With that, I felt more confident as I pick up the medium size butt plug.
It still seemed large, but I wanted it in me!
Again, I thought of Sara as the part of inserting the larger plug into me
became difficult.
The initial stretching and pain were replaced by a full and satisfying
feeling.
It was completely inside of me.
I moved it around a little and started to moan.
I had to admit, I did like having something in my anus.
Next, I practice on "my" favorite black penis until I could take at least
four inches into my mouth. I notice that the prissy in the
training video was not sucking but rather had "her" throat position as a
total reciprocal for the large penis she was sucking.
I thought that I had better change my technique in order to take all 10,
yes, all 10 inches by the weekend.
With my new larger butt plug in its home, and with my lips still tingling
from all the penis practice sucking, I finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Wednesday, I decided to wear bulkier clothes as my
breasts and buttocks were noticeably protruding.
So, with my larger size, medium butt plug deep inside me, my pink thong
washed and now on, I touched up my toenails and my fingernails and went
to work.
Cara surprised me when I came into the office by inviting me into her
office.
"Allen, I was hoping you would be here first thing today. I saw how you
looked yesterday, so I made a few purchases for you."
On her desk were two large boxes. One wrapped with a white ribbon and one
with a pink ribbon.
Great, just how fem can we get, I thought to myself.
Cara told me to wait one moment as she called all of the women co-workers
into her office.
I had to open the boxes in front of everyone. But first I had to remove
my clothes.
I turned a beet red.
"Allen, what is the matter," demanded Cara.
"I don't want to," I softly offered. "Nonsense. You will strip right
now."
With that, she got up out of her chair and came over to me.
I had no choice. I reluctantly sat down in a chair and took off my shoes
and sox's.
All of the women gasp when they saw my pink toenails.
It became worst when I dropped my pants.
There I stood, in front of them, in my pink thong!
They all had their mouths open.
Finally, when I took off my shirt, they all cheered.
For what was standing in front of them was truly a feminine and
submissive young man.
Cara asked me to turn around so everyone could see my back side.
Was he wearing a bikini or thong they wonder?
That was the question. When I turned around, they all cheered again.
It was a thong.
Cara said what an ass. The best in this office. One woman said
her boyfriend was an ass man and that he would give anything to get into
my ass! Oh great.
I turned my attention to the first box.
The first box with the white ribbons.
As I peeled back the tissue, there was a white women's blouse
looking back at me! It was tailored and very transparent.
Under the blouse was a pair of black pants. They did not look and feel
like men's slack.
Finally, under the pants were two more items.
A pair of white pantyhose and a pair of black, 3 inch women shoes!
"Oh Allen," everyone cheered. "You are going to look so nice."
I nearly died.
Did they expect me to wear these items?
Cara then put the other box, with the pink ribbon and bow, in
front of me.
"Open it."
She said she could not resist buying this when she saw it and thought of
me.
I again open the box and peeled back the tissue.
There was another feminine looking blouse. This one was pink. It also was
tailored and transparent.
Under the blouse was not another pair of slacks, but a SKIRT!
A black pencil skirt!
Under the skit was a pair of pink pantie hose and a pair of black heels,
about 4 inches in height!
"Oh Allen," Cara announced, "we can't wait to see you in your new
outfits.
Why don't you put on the white blouse and pants now?"
I put on my new blouse. It fit like a glove.
With no bra, my nipples pushed against the material and were clearly
visible.
I looked half naked wearing the blouse.
The effect was absolutely sinful and alluring.
I sat down and took out the white panty hose.
One of the women offered to help, but Cara said no, I would not need any
help.
She felt confident that I "knew how to put on pantyhose."
I sat down and rolled up one leg on put it on my toe and gently pulled it
up to my mid-thigh. I did the same with the other leg and stood up to
pull the pantie hose over my thong.
"Oh my," said Cara.
"Girls how cute is this. You can see Allen's, or should we say
Ally's pink underwear right through his pantyhose."
I then pulled up the black slacks.
I had trouble getting them over my large buttocks.
Finally, with a thug, they fell into place.
Oh my, they fit me like a skintight glove.
I felt like the crack in my ass was deep and pronounced.
Cara had me turn around slowly, to show all the women.
Cara announced that with the "new look," that I will be using the women's
bathroom from now on, as I may not get back to work, if I used the men's
restroom.
With that, I slipped into my new heels.
They only made my butt stick out more and tip me forward.
One of the women retrieve some of her new make-up and proceed
to apply a foundation to my face.
Not too much, keep it natural she said, with that, she finished with a
spray of perfume. Everyone cheered.
"Welcome, Ally," they yelled.
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