Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 22:25:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel Doll <rando1000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Roommate Part 1

The Roommate

Chapter One:

      Change comes when you least expect it. When it comes, it comes full
force, and then your life is altered before you realize what has
happened. About a year ago, I was being evicted from my apartment and was
in fear of losing my job. I could no longer afford where I was living and
needed to move fast. I did what most people do; I began searching through
the news paper and online ads. It seemed that everyone wanted more than I
made at my low income job and I had begun to lose hope. After 2 weeks of
online ad searching, I found something that sounded promising.

"Room for rent in 2 bed apartment, $400 a month and no deposit. Low rent
for exchange of household chores and services. I am a 35 year old business
woman and I need someone to look after my place and myself. Female
preferred but not specified. Room available ASAP. Call for appointment. "

      I figured that a few chores would be worth paying that amount of
rent, and I needed to move within a week or I would be homeless. I
immediately called and ended up leaving a voicemail message. I didn't hear
back for a few days and I began to get scared and desperate. Just as I
thought I would be living out of my car, the woman from the ad called me
and I scheduled a time to come by and see the place the same day. She
requested that I buzz at the front gate and ask permission to enter when I
arrive. I figured her for an old fashioned gal.

      The map directions from the internet said that it was a few miles
away. I decided on a nice button up shirt, slacks and brushed my long hair
into a pony tail and headed out the door. After driving in traffic for an
hour, I arrived at a nice looking apartment building and parked in the
street. I buzzed the apartment number and waited for her response.

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's Daniel, I phoned about renting the apartment. May I please come in?"

"Yes you may, please come up. I'll see you in a second."

      The door buzzed, and I went into the courtyard and then to the
elevator to her apartment. I knocked on the door, and when she opened it I
nearly fainted. She was dressed in tight blue jeans and a tight black low
neck baby doll t-shirt that showed off her massive breasts. She had long
black hair that was placed in a bun on the back of her head. I began to
speak and stuttered a little.

"H-H-Hello Vicki, I-I-I'm Daniel."

She giggled a little. "Well hello Daniel, very nice to meet you, would you
like to come in?"

"Y-Y-Yes please." I shook her well manicured hand, and then entered and she
shut and locked the door behind me.

"You seemed to be very well mannered Daniel, I like that. I was raised in
the south and respect those that know how to treat a lady. If you were to
stay here, I would prefer you were respectful and well mannered. Is that a
problem?"

      Seeing as I didn't have many other housing options, I knew I had to
play this the right way. I figured I would try to treat her as she wished
and try to quote a western I had seen to maybe make her laugh.

"Yes ma'am that would be fine with me."

"Oh, I like that answer. Makes me feel like I'm back home. Let me show you
the rest of the house."

      She escorted me around the apartment, pointing out my potential room,
living room, dining room, kitchen, bathrooms and laundry area. She said
that her room is a private place and she would show it to me once I
established her trust. She made a joke that if I was female she wouldn't
have a problem showing it to me. We then sat down at her table to discuss
the living situation. I would be required to do all the chores of the house
including the cleaning, vacuuming, laundry, watering of plants, taking out
the trash and whatever random tasks she needed. She went on to say how she
was away on business a lot and liked her place to shine with or with out
her presence. She would be very strict about it sense it would be part of
the rent that the house be cleaned. The more responsibilities I took on,
the less rent I would have to pay. The conundrum being that if I took on my
chores I could not work as much and would have less money to save up and
try to find another place, as I figured it would be a temporary home. As I
didn't have much time to find another place, I figured I could stay there a
few months until I was back on my feet. She applauded me becoming her new
roommate and taking on what she called "women's work" to stay there. I told
her I didn't mind and I was glad to have found such a nice place. She asked
that I sign a contract that stated our agreement on rent and chores. I
signed without reading it to get the ball rolling, and with that she
welcomed me to my new home. She shook my hand to seal the deal and I left
for home to pack and move.

      On the way home, I could not get her image out of my head. When I got
to my apartment, there was an eviction notice on my door which didn't faze
me in the lease as I would be out in a day or two to live with a beautiful
woman that is 10 years my senior. I decided to just pack what I needed like
clothes, personal belongings, CDs and DVDs and my laptop computer as the
new place is fully furnished and I wanted to leave as soon as I could. I
packed up my car with all I could fit and decided to leave the rest. I
awoke the next day for work taking anything else I could think of, and left
my old apartment and life forever.


Chapter 2:

      After a little five hour shift at work, I called Vicki and asked if
may come by to move in what little things I had. She agreed and I headed to
my new home thinking of how I was lucky to have found such a steal of a
place. Driving through traffic after what seemed forever, I arrived at the
new apartment and asked if may enter once again. I then carried the few
things I owned up the apartment which only took two trips to my car.

      Vicki asked that everything go into my new room and be organized in
the dresser and the closet, which she helped me do. As we got everything
settled into its new place, she would comment on my clothes or belongings
stating whether if it was in good taste/condition or not. She then began to
make a pile of things she said I no longer needed and should get rid of or
replace. I sat and watched as old faded or torn clothes, holy underwear,
collector's items she called toys, and shoes I had worn way past there
prime were piled on the floor in the middle of the room. She asked me to
retrieve some garbage bags from under the sink in the kitchen. When I
returned, she had discarded more items. I didn't want to argue with her and
then be in fear of being homeless, so I let her continue. What was left
were my work clothes, a couple pairs of underwear, a few socks, two pairs
of shoes and a few pairs of sweats to clean the house in. Everything that
was discarded, she told me to put in the trash bags and throw away. She
went on to say I was starting a new life, a new relationship and I should
get rid of the old and live in the now.

      I took all of my and her trash down stairs and returned to find her
still in my room organizing things. She said that I had to share the
dresser and closet with her things in that she had a lot of clothes and
hoped I wouldn't mind. I was trying to keep an open mind of everything and
assured her it was no problem, but in my mind I was trying not to freak
out. My underwear was in the top drawer with her extra lingerie. My socks
were placed in a drawer with her extra pantyhose, stockings and garter
belts. My clothes were hung in the closet amongst her extra dresses,
skirts, blouses and shoes. Once everything was put away, we sat down and
she went over what needed to be done everyday and the rules of the house. I
would be in charge of the household duties and listen to her request and to
be well mannered and respectful to her. Anything not done or done right
would resort in a penalty which would be more responsibilities. Nothing
seemed to be hard to handle I agreed to her wishes thinking she was doing
me a favor of letting me stay in such a nice place for such little
rent. Vicki ordered some food to be delivered and we sat and talked to get
to know each other. She asked me about my life and I asked about hers.

      I found that she was a VIP at a big corporation and worked most of
the time. She had moved to the big city to pursue her career and came from
the south where she was an only child. She didn't say much about dating but
did say she was once engaged to an abusive man and deemed to never be the
one on the low end of a relationship again. Vicki had a very powerful feel
to her yet very feminine and proper. I envied her confidence and composure
and felt that I was lower than her being I was less successful than her and
was at her mercy. She asked that I run her a scented bath, clean up the
food mess and dishes while she prepared for bed, and asked that I do the
same after I was finished. I slapped myself as I remembered I had left my
hygiene utensils at my old apartment in which she said I could share with
her and that it would be a nice change to the musk scented soups and
shampoos I was use to. I couldn't help but feel thankful to this woman for
her hospitality and thought the least I could do was fulfill her wishes,
what ever they may be. After starting her bath, I cleaned the dining room
and kitchen and then went to prepare myself for bed.

      Vicki took a long bath then came to my room to tell me the bathroom
was all mine to use. She was only wearing a terry cloth robe and had her
hair wrapped in a towel. She was beautiful still, even after washing all
cosmetics from her face and wearing such attire. She told me that I should
first cover my body in a depilatory cream to remove all body to enjoy the
full pleasure of a warm bath. She said that a nice smooth and clean body is
the best thing to feel after a hard day at work. A strange request I
thought. I went to the bathroom and locked the door, found the depilatory
cream, stripped and covered myself from neck to toes and sat for 15 minutes
to let the cream do its job. While I waited, I ran myself the same type of
bath I ran for Vicki thinking that I mind as well endure in all the new
luxuries. After a while I began to get fidgety as the cream began to burn a
little. As soon as the clock in the bathroom hit the 15 minute mark I
jumped in the bath and proceeded to rub off all the cream with a wash
clothe after which a sat and enjoyed the warm soothing bath water and
smells. I washed my hair with Vicki's shampoos and conditioner. I got out
of the tub to then turned around and drained the water. I found another
terry clothe robe hanging on the door and wrapped my own hair in a
towel. On the sink counter, I found some astringent and cotton balls that
seemed to be left out for me to use as well. I cleaned my face, washed out
the bath tub of soup suds and hair, wiped up wet spots in the bathroom and
dubbed it clean.

      I entered my room to find some clothes sitting on my bed. I figured
Vicki had left them there and forgot to put them back. Lying there was a
pair of pink satin bikini cut panties, pink satin pajama bottoms and a pink
satin and lace trimmed spaghetti strap top. I gathered the clothes and
found Vicki sitting at the dining room table drinking some hot tea already
dressed for bed in a long black satin night gown and a long black satin and
lace robe.

"Hey Vicki, you forgot your pajamas in my room."

"No silly, those are for you. I noticed that you didn't have anything to
wear to sleep when we put your clothes away, so I got some things that you
can borrow of mine. Do you like them?"

"Well they are very nice, but they are women's clothes, and I normally
sleep in my boxers and a tank top shirt."

"Well I find your normal nightwear to be daft and I would hate for you to
expose yourself while walking around here in boxers. Why don't you just
wear what I got out for you until you can get some of your own?"

"Well okay, but just until I get some of my own I suppose."

"Did you also use my things I left out for you in the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Well they were also women's things and they didn't kill you did they? In
fact come and let me have a look at you."

      I went to her for what seemed like an inspection. She rubbed and
commented on my smooth hairless skin and that I should stay like that from
now on, stating I looked better than being a hairy monkey. She also loved
that we smelled the same and commented on how good my skin looked using her
face cleaner. She remarked that I should look at getting a manicure,
pedicure and having my eyebrows waxed and that many men nowadays were doing
the same. She said that she could get me an appointment at the boutique
that she went to and we could go on the weekend, which was only two days
away.

      I went back to my room to change. I found that satin has an amazing
feel on hairless skin. I felt that I was robbed of such a wonderful feeling
my entire life. I couldn't believe that something as small as another
gender's clothing could feel so good. I then felt ashamed and disgusted to
be wearing such clothing. I was a man and shouldn't wear such things, but
it was only until I got something better and it would be in the privacy of
my new home. I exited my room slowly, as I felt shy to be wearing a woman's
clothes in a woman's house. I found Vicki still at the table. She thought I
looked wonderful and asked my how I felt. I told her the truth that it felt
great but I felt like an imposter. She said that it didn't matter what I
wore and I was still a man, and that clothing doesn't make the gender,
what's downstairs does. She went on to say that everyone wears the same
clothing, it's just cut and dyed differently and some genders favor some
fabrics more than others. Her words and her kind tone soothed me and made
me feel more comfortable in my new clothes and home. We sat and drank tea
until she went to bed in which I did the dishes and went to bed my
self. The bed was covered in pink and white satin sheets, pillows and
comforter. The feel of the bed along with my satin pajamas and smooth
shaven skin, sent me into a deep relaxing sleep where I dreamed of the
events of the day and my new home and roommate.


Chapter 3:

	The next morning, I awoke and the entire previous day seemed like
only a dream. Once I caught a glimpse of my attire and surrounding, I knew
it all to be true. I went into the kitchen to find Vicki in a dressing gown
about to make coffee.

"Good morning Danny boy, nice PJs. Did you sleep well?"

Trying to stay in her good graces, I responded, "Yes ma'am, I slept great."

"Good to hear. Listen, why don't you make this coffee and set a place for
me and you at the table. For breakfast, make us a couple bagels with cream
cheese while I ready for work?"

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, "Yes ma'am, coming right up."

"You keep up with that `yes ma'am' and might keep you around for
awhile. Also, don't forget to wear an apron; I don't want my clothes
ruined. Be right back."

      I put on the apron I found which was a white satin with lace trim and
long ribbon which I had to tie in a bow, then I sat out to make the coffee
and bagels. Once breakfast was ready, Vicki came back wearing a navy blue
dress suit with a knee high skirt, pink satin camisole under hear jacket
which hugged her breast, nude colored stockings and blue three inch
heals. She had her hair in a bun again and wore long silver earrings, a
pearl necklace, a gold women's watch and a silver bracelet. Her make-up was
very conservative but accentuated the beauty of her face. I felt in a
trance to this woman. She picked up her coffee cup with her long slender
hands with long red painted nails.

      We chatted as we ate breakfast. I told her I was to go to work
later. She said that sense I enjoyed them so much, to wear her panties that
wear in the dresser in my room to work and from now on, until I got some
new underwear. She went on to say that while I was in the bath the night
before, she cleaned out more of my clothes which consisted of my boxers,
socks, and under shirts. I already knew she didn't want me to wear boxers
in fear I might expose myself, but couldn't figure why she disposed of my
other under clothing. She said that they were daft and that I needed new
ones and that I could borrow hers until I got some of my own. She must have
thought that I could afford new clothes at the time, but truth be known I
was broke after I paid her the first month's rent. I would have to wait to
buy new underwear and clothes. I sat and stared at her after her request
and what she had done the night before. As I began to protest, she started
running her long nails along the inside of my satin covered thighs, while
she commented on how great it felt if that it would be our little
secret. She added that no one should be without the comfort of nice
underwear and that I looked amazing in her lingerie. How could I say no?

      She left me to go to work and I sat out to ready my self for work. I
went through the drawers of the dresser in my room to find some blue satin
panties, a matching camisole top and some navy blue knee high stockings
that I could pass off as socks. The panties had a thin layer of lace trim
around the edges that I hope no one would notice under my clothes. I
dressed in my normal work clothes, cleaned up the breakfast mess, did the
dishes and went to work. All day at work, I was aware of my new underwear
and thought everyone knew I was wearing them. I was glad to only be working
another short shift. When I went to the restroom, I was carful to not let
anyone know of my panties. I also felt a small connection to all the women
at my work being that we might be wearing the same underwear. After work, I
raced home to find that Vicki must have come home at some point and left me
a note.

"Hi Danny,
	Please change into your sweats and put on the apron and put your
hair into a bandana and do your chores. I made an appointment at the
boutique for us for tomorrow. Please wash yours and my laundry in my
hamper. Please be careful with my undies and wash in the delicate
cycle. Dust the apartment, wash all the windows, water the plants, vacuum
and cook the dinner I have prepared in the refrigerator at 5 p.m., then put
away the washed clothes and divide all the panties, bras, stockings,
pantyhose, garters and camisoles into our dressers. I will be home at 6
p.m. and I expect all to be finished. Please wash up and change into the
clothes I sat out for you for dinner, put your hair into a ponytail and sit
two places for dinner.  xoxo, Vicki"

      I immediately changed and saw the clothes that she laid out for me to
wear for dinner on my bed. Laying there was a pair of black women's slacks,
a white satin low neck blouse, white satin and lace panties and matching
camisole plus a pair of nude pantyhose and a pair of black ballerina's
shoes. I thought the outfit to be extremely feminine, and thought it to be
an odd request. I figured she wanted me to be dressed nicely for dinner and
the only nice clothes I had were my work clothes. I changed clothes, put my
hair in a red bandana, put on my apron and sat out to complete my chores. I
went into her room to find her clothes hamper. Her room was very feminine
and smelled of her. Everything had its own place and was very clean. This
was a very tidy woman. I found her hamper in her closet along with a huge
collection of dresses, skirts, blouses, jackets, high heals slacks, coats
and some boxes. I grabbed the hamper and collected my dirty clothes from my
room which was only the things I had worn the past two days. I put all the
regular clothes in the washer only leaving the underwear, put in the
flowery scented detergent, started the load and went on about my chores.

      I went through the duties on the list until the time came to change
clothes and start dinner. I put away all the laundry and distributed all
the underwear between our two dressers as requested. I changed into my
clothes that had been laid out for me, made sure my bed was made. As I was
putting the plates out for dinner, Vicki came in. She commented on how
beautiful I looked and once again asked me how I felt. I told her I felt
good but I would have to get use to my new underwear and the tight fit of
women's clothes. She said I would learn in due time to appreciate and
become accustomed to women's clothing. I didn't quite understand what she
meant and hoped that the clothing change would only last until I could
afford some new clothes of my own. She commented on how great the place
looked and suggested that I should light an incent in the apartment when I
was finished to make the place smell good.

      She talked about her day as we ate and kept saying how good I
looked. I looked down to see the tip of her high heeled shoe rubbing the
exposed pantyhose from my short pants. I blushed and only said thank you. I
went on to tell her that I was very grateful of her and all her hospitality
and that I was also very thankful to her for everything. After dinner, she
handed me my apron again and told me to clean up while she changed and
relaxed awhile and to take the trash out. I cleaned the table and the
kitchen, washing and putting away all the dishes. I was afraid to go
outside dressed as I was to take the trash out. I slowly opened the door
and looked out after gathering the trash. No one was in site and it was
already dark outside. I hurried to the elevator hoping no one would get on
while I was on it. After reaching the bottom floor, I ran to the dumpster
in the back of apartments then ran back to the elevator. When I got on the
elevator, some one got on with me. I tried not to look at them, but I felt
like their eyes were all over me and what I was wearing. In my mind I
figured they thought I was a flat chested woman or a man in drag. When I
reached my floor, I hurried to the door and went in for salvation. Vicki
was waiting in the living room reading a book and asked me how it went. I
told her what happened and how I felt. She made a joke that maybe I should
wear a stuffed bra and make-up next time to make a convincing girl so that
no one would think I was a drag queen. I tried to laugh hoping she wouldn't
make me do that.

      As she read her book, she said that I should relax too and take my
shoes off and watch some T.V. with her. Of course she had to watch a
Lifetime movie. After the movie she told me to repeat what I did the night
before and run her bath but she also wanted me to make her tea and turn
down her bed for her, as if she didn't ask enough already. After which I
took my own bath and shaved off any stubble I might have and washed my
hair. I smelled like a flower shop and was as smooth as the day I was
born. I returned to my bedroom to find another pair of satin and lace
pajamas, this time they were red and also came with a matching long robe. I
met Vicki and chatted as we drank our tea. She had poured and mixed the tea
and hoped that I liked how she made it, letting me know how to mix it for
her from then on. She said that I had done a good job on the laundry and
asked if I had washed or worn women's underwear before. I replied that I
never had until I moved in with her, in which she replied that I was a
natural then. She said that I was free to wear what ever I wanted as long
as I didn't ruin it and kept them clean. I thanked her and she went to bed,
telling me I should do the same seeing that we would have a busy day
tomorrow. I cleaned up the kitchen, went to my room, hung my robe, and went
to bed. I passed out and again dreamt of the softness of my clothing and
warmth of my bed and thought that my new life was beginning to take shape.


Chapter 4:

I awoke to Vicki shaking my shoulder to get my attention.

"Get up sleepy head. We have a busy day today and we need to get
started. I'll lay you out something to wear again but you need to get in
the habit of doing it yourself, until you can get some new clothes. Oh, and
take a cold shower to calm down, you're making a tent in your
panties. There will be no masturbating in this house."

      I looked down to find that she had removed the covers from me and I
had an erection. Vicki handed me the bath robe and a towel and pointed me
to the shower. I was so embarrassed that I was blushing as red as my
pajamas. I went to take shower and found deodorant, lotion and perfume
setting out on the counter. I figured this implied that I use them as
well. I took my shower which also helped me wake up and put my penis to its
normal shriveled state. I wanted so badly to just jerk off and call it a
day but was in fear of being caught and scolded by Vicki. After my shower,
I put on the deodorant, lotion and perfume and wrapped myself in the robe
and seeked out to dress myself.

      On my bed I found a pair of black satin French cut panties with white
lace around the waist, a black satin camisole with white lace edging, a
pair of kaki colored Capri pants, and a baby doll t shirt with a scoop neck
and a butterfly on the chest. Vicki found me staring at the outfit and said
that it was the only manly thing she had that I could wear, pants and a t
shirt. She also commented on how good I smelled and asked if I used her
perfume and that it was hers but I could use it if I wished but that it was
not cheap. I dressed and wore the ballerina shoes again. Vicki was already
dressed in a similar outfit but wore a pair of strapped low heals. I
brushed out my hair and put it behind my ears to get it out of my
face. Vicki then asked if I had ever pierced my ears and recommended that I
wear earrings seeing that it would bring out my face more. All of this
female attire was starting to wear thin on me and I wondered how much more
I could bear. I wanted to protest, I wanted to say no, but I didn't want to
offend my new roommate and all that she had done for me. I bit my lip and
headed to the door with Vicki to begin our day.

      We first headed out to get coffee, in which Vicki drove. She played
country music and seemed to continue our getting to know each other chit
chat. The next shocker came when Vicki order for me at the coffee shop
drive through and got us two green teas saying that it would help me thin
down and that I should look at losing some weight. I was compelled to tell
her to get fucked but knew I would end up living out of my car if shit hit
the fan. With our drinks in hand, we drove to the boutique and
talked. Vicki seemed very interested in my past and my love life. I grew
curious that I might have a snow balls chance in hell to get her into
bed. She seemed so superior to me though and I figured I could only be her
servant and roommate. I had heard guys at work give other guys a hard time
that lived with a girl that they were not having sex with. If they only
knew that I was living with a very beautiful woman whom I was not having
sex with, and doing all her chores and bidding plus wearing her clothes due
to her making me throw away my own clothes as they did not meat her
approval. I would be laughed out of the crappy job I had.

      Once at the boutique, Vicki told the girl at the front desk that we
had an appointment. We were taken into the back room to first have our
eyebrows waxed. I watched as Vicki was waxed and didn't flinch, but when it
came to my turn I thought that I would scream from the pain. The completion
was two very feminine thin arched eyebrows on both brows. How would I
explain that at work I thought and what would my friends say? We were then
led to two chairs where we sat to get our hair and nails done. As we sat,
the beauticians went to work on us as Vicki sat with her eyes closed and
relaxed. I didn't want to be there, to be feminized more and more. It
seemed the more I was feminized that it would be harder and harder to
reverse what was done. My fingers and toe nails were filed, all dead skin
removed, buffed then acrylic tips were attached to my finger nails. As I
went to protest Vicki looked at me and said that I could take them off if I
didn't like them and that the experience was a good bonding technique for
us. She didn't know how to bond with a male but that I should just embrace
in the new experience and have fun with it and have fun with her. I once
again bit my lip and hoped to remove it all once we got home. The ante was
then raised when my fingers and toe nails were painted a deep red multiple
times then toped off with clear polish to gloss the nails and make them
shine. Why didn't I run away and sue for humiliation. All of the girls
working on me knew that I was male in women's clothes, and I could hear
them snicker at times adding to my humiliation. I couldn't wait to change
into some sweats, remove all feminine traces and hide in my room.

      As I sat and waited for my nails to dry, they went to work on my
hair. Wide strips of my hair were brushed with an awful smelling goo and
then wrapped in foil. I then had to sit under a hair dryer and watched as
the women in the boutique watched me and smiled, as if I was getting a
taste of what they go through on a weekly basis. After my scalp felt like
it was on fire, my beautician came and escorted me to a chair to wash my
hair out. After the wash, I was set up right and my hair was cut and
styled. After the long ordeal, I was turned around in the chair into the
mirror and found that my long brown hair now had blonde highlights and was
styled like a teenage prom queen. I now had bangs and layers in my hair
that were teased giving my hair volume. I looked like a flat chested 20
something year old woman. I looked at Vicki to find her almost clapping at
the finished product. She said that I looked wonderful and hoped that I
liked how I looked adding that I could reverse it all later if I
wished. Vicki then called over one of the girls and I heard them talk about
something to do to me. I was then sat back down in the chair and had both
my ears pierced with two gold studs in each ear lobe. To this day I don't
know why I didn't defend myself and stop what was happening. I figured it
to just be the way Vicki liked to bond and that she liked me enough to be
more than just a roommate. Delusions of granger I suppose. As we went to
leave, Vicki paid for all that was done to us both and leaned over to me
and said that I would repay her with favors and duties. She now had even
more to make me do for her. It felt that I was more and more her servant.

      We ventured out to find that I was getting quite a lot of attention
due to my new look. I couldn't get use to the long nails and the attention
they drew to my eyes. I had difficulty doing simple task like opening the
car door, putting on the seat belt or the worse was getting dressed and
using the bathroom. We drove to a restaurant for lunch and ate as we
talked. The more things we did throughout the day, and the more Vicki paid
for me, the more things I would have to do to repay her. She said that I
just needed to be available to her wishes and commands no matter the
chore. I felt all my manhood drained from my body as I grew more and more
in her debt. I grew fearful of what I would have to do for her, but I just
agreed that I would do what ever she wanted to repay her for all her
generosity and kindness. We ended up doing a little bit of shopping as she
said that one can never have enough clothes and shoes. After a few hours at
a mall, a lot of stares at me, and very sore feet, we left with couple
thousand dollars worth of lingerie, shoes, clothes, make-up, jewelry and
perfumes. The day was said to not be complete with out a frozen yogurt and
a trip to a book store. Vicki got a couple books and we left for home in a
car smelling like new clothes.

      Once I unloaded the car for Vicki, I was told to put ALL of the new
things from the mall, excluding a couple items, in "my" dresser and closet
and then put on "my" apron and prepare dinner. I was in shock; she bought
all those women's clothes for me to wear. It seamed that I would be kept
feminized. When I went into the kitchen I found that Vicki had placed all
the receipts from the day on the refrigerator along with my work schedule
as a reminder of what I owed her and what days I would be doing her
bidding. How would I now save up to get new male clothing and find a new
place to live, and how long would I be living with her? After I prepared,
cooked, served and ate dinner, Vicki "ordered" me to clean up and then run
her bath. As Vicki bathed and I finished my household duties, I sat for a
couple minutes and thought of my new situation. I figured I should stay and
repay my dept, get to know a hot chic, and live in a very nice place with
low rent despite the feminine attire.  I had to admit the clothing was very
comfortable and that I looked hot. I never thought I would end up dressed
in women's clothes and liking it. I began to feel sick to my stomach that I
was gay or something and what would my father say if he saw me. No, this
couldn't go on. I'm a man and men don't wear women's clothing, my father's
words in my mouth.

      Vicki returned in a very sheer satin robe to find me still wearing
the lace apron. She asked if I would massage her back. This was the sign
men look for from women to signify you might get them into bed; I couldn't
have been further from the truth. As I lotioned and massaged her neck and
back, she commenced in "girl talk." She talked about a guy at her worked
she liked, her family, fashion tips and normal conversation. I got a few
good moans out of her when I rubbed tender areas which got me immediately
hard. She wore nothing but a towel over her bottom as she lay on her
stomach on her bed.

      She then had me turn around as she covered her self in her sheer robe
and asked me to then massage her feet. She had a high bed which meant I had
to kneel on the floor to rub her feet as she sat at the edge of the
bed. Her skin was so smooth and she seemed to react to every touch with a
moan or her biting her lip. Watching her made me so horny, knowing that she
was naked under her almost see through robe, I wanted to take her.

      I then looked up to find Vicki staring at my crotch. I looked down to
see the bulge in my pants. Vicki then grabbed one of my arms and pulled me
over her lap before I could attempt to struggle. She held me down with one
arm as she pulled my pants down to expose "my" panties and commenced in
spanking my panty clad ass with extreme force. She just kept repeating that
I was not aloud to be erect in her presence or home. I sobbed and cried as
she spanked my feminized ass. After which, Vicki let me up and apologized
for having to spank me and hoped that there ware no hard feeling, but that
she had warned me previously that same day about having an
erection. Furthermore, I would need to try to act as ladylike as possible
when I was home and in her presence, and that she was not use to males and
had requested a female in her ad for the apartment for a reason. I told her
I was sorry as she wiped my tears from my face. She added that she was not
resentful that a man ended up living with her despite her wishes to have a
female, but that I would just need to act feminine for her seeing as she
doesn't know how to live with a male.

      My erection was completely lost as I went to pull up my Carpi pants
only to find that the soreness of my butt and the material of the pants
made it very uncomfortable to wear. Vicki saw this and went to my room and
return with a black skirt, saying that it would be more comfortable to
wear.  She assured me that it was ok to change in front of her remarking
that it was just "us girls." I stripped off the apron and Capri pants and
adorned the skirt taking notice of how girly my legs and feet looked. I
replaced my apron and began to drop back down to my knees to continue
Vicki's foot massage before she stopped me and told me to fetch her make-up
case. I ran to the bathroom to retrieve the case while the skirt fluttered
as I walked briskly. Vicki said I took off so fast that I flashed her my
panties and laughed.

      When I returned, Vicki patted the spot next to her on the bed and had
me sit down. She opened her make-up case and sat out to apply the cosmetics
to my face. She smoothed on little foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow,
mascara, lip liner and lip stick. She then ran out of the room to return
with some small hoop earrings, removing one stud from each ear and
replacing it with the hoop earrings, then topped it off with a few sprits
of her perfume and dubbed me Danielle. I looked at my new self in the
mirror in aw of what I had become. Despite the lack of breast, I looked
like an honest to god woman. What would my mom and sisters say if they saw
me? I had always gotten teased for being small and effeminate. Now, I sat
and stared at a lovely female that was the same person that use to pull up
girl's skirts at school, pop there bra straps, try to get laid at bars and
poke fun of women's ways. Ironic that I now reflect that which my object of
desire and reticule, and live with a dominate woman whom I served for cheap
rent.

      Vicki noticed, as I did, my only flaw, the lack of chest I had, and
order me to remove my shirt and camisole. She left the room only to return
with the bra that matched my panties and a black velvet box. In the box
ware C sized silicone false breast and a jar of adhesive cream. Vicki said
that they were here grandmother's that had gotten breast cancer and despite
the removal of her breast, still died from it. Jesus, what women go
through? Vicki placed the breast on my chest and outlined them with an
included marker that matched my skin tone. Afterwards, she removed the
breast and applied to adhesive to the outlined area, then proceeded to
attach each breast to my chest. She held them on me while the glue
dried. After about 10 minutes, the adhesive was dry and Vicki let the
breast hang freely from my chest. I immediately took notice to the gained
weight applied my chest and complained that I had no idea that something as
beautiful as a female breast was so much trouble. Vicki laughed and added
that that was why they wear bras and that women with larger breast can
develop back problems. She then fed my arms trough the bra straps and
wrapped it around my chest and fastened it in the back. The after effect
was realistic looking breast and cleavage. I began to get hard again and
hoped that Vicki would not notice, then accused myself to the bathroom to
"look at my self better," and also tuck the bulge in my panties from out of
sight. The end result, staring back in the mirror was a woman, a stranger,
and myself all in one. Vicki came in and found me staring at myself, she
came behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and welcomed me to
womanhood.

      We ended up staying up all night talking and drinking hot tea. I
couldn't get over how I looked and I was constantly given compliments from
Vicki about her "creation." She remarked that while I was dressed that way,
we would gain a deeper relationship as girl friends other then me being
some guy in her house. She went on to add that she had never lived with a
man, and only lived with other women in college. She knew that women have
more compassionate relationships than men do and that we should endure it
to grow closer as roommates. If dressing in drag and doing a few chores
will keep me in the presence of such a beautiful lady, fuck it. It sure
beats living with some pot head that can't pay his bills on time, and lives
in constant filth. I would keep it a secret from everyone I knew and endure
the situation just so that I would not have to struggle anymore.

      My "when in Rome" philosophy kept me in spirits to continue the
charade. After I cleaned up our dishes, cleaned up the living room and
turned down Vicki's bed, I bathed; I shaved, and pampered myself then went
to my room to find my nightwear to sleep in awaiting for me. The breast
forms had not come off during my bath signifying that they were indeed
attached which also made me worry when they would come off. On my bed I
found a pink bay doll nighty, pink satin and lace thong panties and a
matching robe. I bit my lip and figured such feminine articles of clothing
would only be worn behind clothes doors. After I dressed, I went and told
Vicki goodnight in which she complimented my nightwear that was similar to
hers. She seemed to be dressing me as she did. As I turned to exit her
room, she called my name and I turned around to see the flash of a
camera. She said the picture would be a memento of my loyalness to her and
she would cherish it and never share it with anyone. She then asked me to
curtsy as I left and blew me kiss as I complied, I then closed her door and
went to my own room. As I crawled in my satin sheets, discarding my robe, I
looked down at myself and what I had become in only a few days time. I was
a convincing woman created by a beautiful real woman for her pleasure. I
slowly drifted off to sleep, recalling the events of the day. I now had a
female wardrobe, was completely feminized, spanked and cursed with attached
breast forms which seemed to not come off. How long was I to stay like
this? I had to return to work in a few days and didn't want to go to work
as Danielle but as my male self. The softness of my outfit, my shaven body
and my smooth sheets were like nothing I had ever felt before. Disregarding
the guilt I felt of wearing such things, I grew envious to those that got
to endure such wonderful things. I thought that maybe I should just enjoy
my new attire and its entire splendor due to that fact that I had never
worn such comfortable garments, and wondered where they had been my entire
life as I fell fast asleep.


Chapter 5:

      Sunday morning I woke up to my covers being removed and Vicki
standing over me. As I looked up at her I saw the scorn look on her face. I
looked down at my crotch to find that I was erect once again. I never
thought the feel of satin panties on a shaved crotch would feel as good as
it does and give me such a reaction. As I lay on my back and Vicki stood to
my left, she grabbed my left arm and left leg and flipped me over onto my
stomach. She obviously worked out as she flung me like a rag doll. She then
jumped on the bed to land and sit on my back pinning me down to
submition. She reminded me off her no erect penis rule before she began to
spank me over fifty times. I screamed and cried into my pillow as she beat
me again. She said that it was for my own good and that the punishment
would help me learn her rules of the house. After she stopped, she rubbed
my bottom to sooth the pain, telling me that I had to learn and she hated
to have to resort to those levels. I began to calm down as she caressed my
panty clad ass. At one point, she rubbed the thong panties between my ass,
and sent a chill through my body. She remarked that I obviously had a
sensitive anus like a women's vagina. Laughing at her own joke, she got off
of me and told me of my chores at hand.

      Sense I had repeatedly defiled her home with my penis, and I now owed
her quite a bit of money, my duties would now increase and I would also
have to take on more responsibilities. She added that we would have a
friendship and a work relationship. As friends, we were equals but I still
had to keep up with my responsibilities. In a work relationship, I would
have to do all that the she asked, refer to her as "Madame Vicki," and
curtsy when I encountered her. I could also not speak until spoken to and
think of myself as her personal maid. She added that I would know when to
act what way depending on her mood and how she spoke to me. She said that
the terms would be temporary and would end once I paid her back and
complied with all of her wishes. When we were in friendly mode, I would be
referred to as "Danielle," when we were in work mode I would be referred to
as "Miss Danielle". I sat and stared at her in shock of what I had just
heard. We had had such a good day before, despite the spanking of course,
and now because I keep getting hard due to my new required clothing, things
had changed once more.

      Noticing her tone and feeling the sting of my ass, I said, "Madame
Vicki, may I use the restroom?" I was permitted to due so and commended on
how I addressed her. As I got out of bed, I swallowed my pride and curtsied
before I left the room. As I walked away, I heard her tell me to sit down
to pee as women don't stand, as I merely replied "Yes Madame Vicki." As I
sat on the toilet with my panties around my ankles and looking at myself, I
broke down and cried. I tried to pull off my new breast but found that it
hurt and I was only pulling my own skin underneath the breast. I then tried
to chip off the fingernail tips from my hands and found they also would not
come off. My hair was styled in such a way that I would have to cut it all
off and let it grow out to reverse. I had been beaten. I had been
completely feminized and now placed in servitude by this woman whom I
desired but also wanted to despise. I then heard her knock on the door.

"Oh Miss Danielle, I hope you didn't fall in. Are you alright?"

"Yes Madame Vicki, I'll be right out."

"Good girl, now hop to it. You have a busy day ahead of you young lady."

"Yes Madame Vicki."

      Before standing, I wiped the tip of my penis and made sure to tuck it
far back between my legs then stood to pull up my panties. I washed up and
tried to pull myself together. I fixed my hair before leaving the
restroom. As I opened, Vicki stood waiting, in which I reacted my curtsying
to her and holding my pose and looking at the floor. She went on to tell me
of my tasks of the day and that she had my clothes waiting for me in my
room. She added that I needed to start waking up earlier than her, dress
myself, prepare breakfast and coffee for her and then help her dress. I
would then do all daily chores and then change and go to work to then come
home and change again to my female self and prepare for here arrival. I
curtsied again before leaving to my room to find my clothes for the day. I
found a white lace bustier, white lace thong panties, white lace garter
belt, black thigh high stockings, a black V'd neck mock wrap dress and 2
inch black high heels. As I dressed I realized that everything fit like a
glove and that the clothes were all new and bought just for me. I had to
say that I did feel pretty sexy with the finished look. Vicki sure did know
how to compose a great look with clothing.

      I went into the kitchen and put on my apron and went in to help Vicki
get dressed. When I entered the room, she was wearing the same underwear
that I was and nothing else, but hers were all in black. I curtsied and
helped her compile her clothes for the day and dressed her. I felt
privileged to be in her presence and touch her as I dressed her. I was then
to kneel at her feet and put on her shoes for her. She looked down at me
and said something about I now knew my place at her feet. I only replied
with "Yes Madame Vicki." She smiled then had me sit at her make-up table
and do my make-up. She told me everything that she did and told me how to
apply it and when I was free to practice as I would need to do it my self
and in the future for her as well. After our make-up was done we sat down
and ate breakfast without speaking a word. After which, I cleaned up and
did the dishes as she again went through my male clothes removing what she
thought as daft and throwing away. She added that I now had some new
clothes to wear to work that were more fashionable. What was left, were
only the clothes that she bought for me what was originally there and all
my clothes that I had moved in with were discarded. The only thing left
that I had moved in with were a pair of men's shoes to wear to work and
nothing else. My old things were now history and my new life was a reality.

      As I cleaned and did my chores, Vicki read the books she bought the
day before. After I was done, I lit an incent to signal I was done and was
then told to take out all the trash. It would be my first outing dress
completely as a woman, but obviously not the last. After an uneventful trip
to the dumpster, Vicki told me to once again kneel and massage her feet
while she sat on the couch and read her book on domination and
submition. What had I gotten my self into? I could be at Dodger Stadium
eating a hotdog, drinking beer and watching a ball game with my
friends. Instead, I was at the mercy of miss beautiful Vicki abiding to her
every command. While I rubbed her feet, I looked at my feminized hands,
keeping me in a constant reminder of how I was dressed and totally
sissified. Vicki's next order to kiss her foot sealed my fate and hers. She
watched as I kissed all over her well kept feet and remarked with simply
"Good girl."
      The rest of the day was filled with completing her tasks and wishes
and chores. Vicki rarely spoke to me, except to tell me to do something. I
would simply curtsy and say "Yes Madame Vicki." After dinner, Vicki locked
her self in her room and played music. I finished the house and readied for
bed. After my bath, I found on my bed a black satin night gown and black
satin panties with matching bra and robe. After I dressed, Vicki called me
into her room as "Danielle." I went in to find her dressed in a similar
night gown but in white and already in bed. She said that she hoped I liked
my new pajamas and reminded me to get up at 5 a.m. to get everything and
everyone ready. She then asked me to give her a good night hug. As she
hugged me, she rubbed my back and hair, and remarked on how beautiful I
smelled and looked. As I was pulling away to go to bed, she pulled me back
in for a kiss, a long passionate kiss. She then told me to kiss lower, and
I began kissing her neck then breast, then again lower to her satin covered
stomach. She then pulled up her night gown to expose her shaven vagina and
just said "lower." She then maneuvered my head to lick and kiss her sweet
womanhood. I licked and licked until she climaxed all over my face, leaving
me with a raging hard on in my panties. She pulled me up and kissed me on
the lips again and said goodnight and reminded me not to masturbate.

      I went to my room unfulfilled but loved that I got to give her such
sweet pleasure and thought that I might get to fuck her. I grew hornier at
the thought of her and couldn't resist getting up and getting another pair
of panties out of the drawer. I went back to bed, pulled out my penis and
wrapped it in the panties. I began jerking off thinking of fucking Vicki in
her bed. My new breast jiggling as I pounded her. I then climaxed like I
never had before into the panties and fell fast asleep in my mess.


Chapter 6:

      I awake to my alarm at 5 a.m. to get me up. I seeked out to clean my
self up and get into the shower and put away my dirty clothes. After my
shower and shave, I dressed in a similar outfit from the day before. I had
a hard time putting on the bra with my nails being so long and couldn't
wait to remove the breast and nails. I started breakfast and then tried to
put on make-up. I was only going to wear it until Vicki went to work and
then I would clean up and change to go to work as a man again. I woke up
Vicki and curtsied as she opened her eyes. She commented on how good I
looked and hoped I slept well and that she slept great. She readied herself
with a little help from me with a bustier, and then we sat down to
eat. After we ate and I cleaned up, she told me wear my under things all
day and that she would help me remove the breast and nail polish, not the
long nails themselves. After the breasts were removed, I felt a great
weight lifted off of me and the she told me how to remove the nail
polish. She went on to say that she had paid good money for the acrylic
nails and that I keep wearing them and that I would have to get them
removed from the beauty shop, and also that I had to apply a clear coat of
polish to them. I couldn't believe that I would be wearing the long nails,
panties, bustier and thigh high stockings attached to the garters on the
bustier all day at work. Vicki simply patted me on the head, reminded me of
my duties and left work. The day was already starting out bad, and I had
just got up.

      I searched through my closet for work clothes only to find women's
dress pants, a button up blouse and a jacket that matched the pants. After
I dressed, I realized that the pants fit so fell and were tight around my
butt, crotch and hips. I noticed the black stockings shown from the pants
and that I would have to pass them off as shear socks. I brushed my hair
back and gelled my bangs back then put my hair into a pony tail. I removed
all my make-up as best as I could and took out the ear rings and put the
gold posts back in as not to have the piercings close up. I painted my long
nails with the clear nail polish and sat as they dried. I thought I looked
feminine but savvy and went to work.

      I worked as a part-time IT tech at a firm downtown. I had to help
what ever secretaries or lawyers that had computer or phone issues. As I
got to work, I tried to avoid everyone all day and to not be seen in my new
attire. A few secretaries needed some help with some software problems, and
then later in the day another couldn't get online. No one seemed to notice
what I was wearing and my hair, or didn't say anything to me. I figured I
was off the hook and then I had one more call before I got off work. One of
the girls had a system crash and freaked out as she was typing a final
draft for a lawyer's case. I had to get under her desk and found that she
some how knocked the power plug from the back of her computer. As I crawled
out from under the desk, I saw her staring at my exposed hose sticking out
from the pant cuffs. She was smiling and made me think the worst. I tried
to play it off until I was checking her system while bending over the desk
to type in the password; she pulled and snapped one of the garters through
my pants. I panicked and looked at her almost in tears. She said that I had
very nice taste in lingerie and that she could see the outline of
everything through my clothes, which she also remarked on were women's
clothes. I could have died, and I began to beg her not to tell anyone. She
wanted to know why I was wearing them. I told her quietly about my
situation and that I didn't have any choice but to wear the clothes. She
said that I looked great and that I had very lovely hair, nails, eyebrows,
pierced ears and a great figure to full it off. I wanted to run away and
hide. She then rubbed my back and said it was ok and my secret was safe
with her but that the other people in the office had to notice some of my
new changes. She added that at lunch she over heard some of the girls
talking about some boy in girls clothes at the office. I must have turned
beat red. She said that I should just be proud of my new clothes and no one
would care. As she comforted me, I felt her pull and pop my bra strap and
then laugh. She said that she had that done to her so many times and that
it felt good to get back at a man for it. She finally introduced herself as
Susan. She handed me her number and said that if I needed any help with
"girl things" to call her. As I reached for her card, she made me lift up
my pant leg to prove that I was wearing hose before she would give me her
number. I merely lifted a pant leg till my black thigh high showed from the
knee down. She sat and caressed my leg and remarked on how smooth and sexy
it was. Out of fear, I told her I had to go and that I would call her. As I
walked away, Susan reared back and slapped my ass and said goodbye. I must
have turned 5 sheds of red as I left.

      I left out of the back way to my car and drove home. As I drove I did
something I hadn't done in awhile, I reached into my glove box and pulled
out an old box of cigarettes and smoked one. I couldn't help but notice my
long slender fingers with long nails as I smoked and tried to calm down
after the days' events. As I drove, I thought about Susan and how she
seemed to be turned on by what I was wearing. Maybe there was something
positive to wearing feminine clothes.

      When I entered the apartment, Vicki was already home and didn't look
to happy. She wondered what took my so long and what did I do the night
before. I told her that I went to bed after I left her room. In here hand,
I saw the soiled panties I jerked off in. I looked at the ground as she
wanted me to explain what happened. I had nothing to say in my
defense. Without warning, she grabbed the back of my hair, and dragged me
into my room. She ordered me to strip to my underwear and lay on top of the
bed. I laid down and she stretched my limbs apart as she tied each
appendage to the post on the bed. She jumped on top of me a gagged me with
the cum soiled panties and then taped my mouth shut, after which she
blindfolded me with a scarf. As I lay down, I heard her scolding me on
breaking her no penis or masturbating rule and that I would be taught a
lesson. I must have been immobilized for hours as I heard her scurry around
the apartment and then leave. After a few hours, I had to pee and she
returned and slammed the door closed. I grew fearful of what she might
do. I felt her pull my panties down and lube my ass up. I then felt a sharp
needle through the skin under my penis get pierced and I screamed into my
gag. I then felt something get pulled through the piercing. Vicki then
began prodding my anus with two fingers, in and out, then three fingers,
then four. I began to scream and cry from the ordeal. I felt violated like
I was being raped. Vicki then removed her fingers from almost fist fucking
me then inserted something large into my rectum. She then pulled the object
in my penis between my legs and attached it to what ever was in my ass. I
then felt my panties pulled back up and my blindfold was removed. I was a
mess afterwards, just sobbing into my gag and in pain. Vicki looked at me
and told me everything she had just done.

"Sense you can't listen to my rule about masturbating or having an erection
in my house, I simply took the temptation away from you. I pierced the skin
under your dick and attached it to the butt plug in your ass. Now you have
a very cute and feminine crotch. I am also going to put you on birth
control with me to control your urges to whack it. I hoped that this is
only a stepping stone and that we can go back to being girlfriends, but
girlfriends don't have penises. Now, lay there and think about what you
did, and I'll untie you when I'm ready for dinner."

      I was to lay there for that long? And when would she remove the butt
plug and piercing? How long would I stay dressed as a woman? And when would
I be able to reclaim my manhood and escape Vicki's control of me? All of
these questions ran through my head as I laid in bondage on my bed wearing
lingerie. I began to cry and hope that all would be better in the end. I
then remembered Susan and her kindness, maybe she could help me. But I
couldn't call anyone while I was tied to the bed.

      Vicki finally came in to untie me after she had eaten and was ready
for bed. She told me to clean up her mess, shower and go to bed myself,
after which, she went into her room and went to bed. I cleaned up and
showered. I just looked at my crotch in the shower and cried. I would have
to sit to pee from then on as well. When I got out of the shower and was
drying off, I noticed in the mirror that I now had a feminine wiggle in my
hips when I walked do to the butt plug in my ass. On the counter in the
kitchen were two pink pills and a note that told me to take them. They were
Vicki's birth control pills that I now also had to endure. I figured I
would only be soft dicked for awhile due to the pills. I dressed in a pink
night gown with pink satin panties and fell asleep crying, knowing that I
had finally been broken by Vicki and the power of femininity.


Chapter 7:

      The next morning went like the previous, except I picked my underwear
remembering what would be seen through my clothes. I wore thong panties,
pantyhose, and satin camisole along with a similar suit from the previous
day. After a thorough inspection in the mirror, and that I had no lingerie
lines showing through, I went to work. Vicki seemed to have avoided me and
left without saying a word before I left.

      Work seemed to go smoother except for the fact that I couldn't help
but walk in a feminine manner do to the butt plug. Going to the restroom
was a nightmare. I had to go into a stall and hope that no one looked
underneath and see my under things. The highlight of my day was running
into Susan at lunch, in which she wanted to chat some more. We talked as
she felt up my hose covered leg. It seemed that she couldn't keep her hands
off of me. She would rub my back and feel the outline of my camisole and
run her fingers through my hair. She told me that she was fascinated with
me and that she would love to go out that weekend. I told her yes and then
gave her my number as well and then went back to work. I looked back to see
her smile, probably about my feminine wiggle.

      I got more stares from others at work but continued my day avoiding
everyone. One other woman commented me on my nails and asked where I got
them done. I could not wait to go home. At the end of the day, my female
boss came up to me to discuss some things. She pulled me into her office
and came right out and asked about my appearance. I told her about my new
roommate throwing away all my clothes and making me wear hers. My boss
replied that is was better than coming to work naked, in which we both
laughed. She approved of my clothes and told me everything was in dress
code, but that if I wore heals I would have to wear a skirt as well. We
both laughed again, making me feel more comfortable of the situation. She
let me know she wouldn't let anyone mess with me and that I just be
professional. She also commented on my hair, nails and eyebrows and said
that we should go to the salon together and that she had never gone with a
man. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and I left for the day.

      Once I returned home, Vicki was there and told me to sit next to her
on the couch. She went on to apologize about the extreme punishment and
hoped that it hadn't scared our friendly relationship. I wanted so much to
tell her off but crumbled and told her it was okay. Vicki seemed so happy
at that point telling me she would like to make it up to me with dinner and
a movie.

      Vicki grabbed my arm and rushed me to my room. She told me to strip
to my panties, applied my fake breast, and then dressed me in a bustier,
stockings, little black evening dress and 3 ½ inch heels. She then dragged
me to her vanity and applied my make-up and did my hair while I put on all
of my jewelry. Vicki then painted my finger nail tips white giving me a
French manicure then finished me up with her perfume. Vicki dressed in a
similar outfit, threw me a black purse and we ran out of the door.

      We ate at Olive Garden as it didn't have a long wait. I was so
worried that someone would notice me, but the night went off without a
hitch. We had a great dinner, drank wine and talked about work and our
lives. Afterwards, we went to the movies where Vicki sat with her hand
rested on my knee the entire film; once and a while she would rub my
stocking clad thigh. After the movie, we went out for a drink in which
Vicki found out how much of a light weight I am. I don't remember much but
I do remember guys hitting on me and Vicki telling to get off of her
girlfriend. I later found out that she nearly had to carry me home and put
me in bed. I awoke to find that I was going to be late for work and rushed
to put on my pants, blouse, jacket and shoes and putting my hair in a quick
pony tail.

      Once at work, I noticed a few cat calls and whistles but just rushed
to clock in and not be late. I sat at my cubicle and notice first my
nails. I still had the French manicure. I looked into the reflection of my
black monitor to see my make-up still on from the night before, plus all of
the jewelry and breast forms giving a nice rack. I freaked out and didn't
know what to do. I first phoned Vicki and told her of the situation in
which she just laughed and told me she couldn't help as she was in meetings
all day. I then phoned my boss and asked her to my cubicle. Once she
arrived, she could only put her hands to her mouth and gasp. I told her
what had happed the night before and that I woke up late and forgot what I
had on. I told her I could only take the breasts off with the adhesive
remover that was at home and that I would be a laughing stock at work if I
stayed in this situation. She agreed and said that it was best to go home
and take the day off and come back the next day ready for work. I thanked
her then dashed for the elevators. Getting in right behind me was
Susan. She reacted the same way my boss did, except she started grabbing my
breast, and trying to fixed my smeared make-up. I told her the story of why
I was dressed that way and tried to make sense of it to Susan. She seemed
so turned on by my appearance only saying that the next time I go out
dressed like a woman to call her so she can join. While trying to remove my
lip liner, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. We then started to
caress each other as we made out down the elevator, only to have it open on
the garage floor and be spotted my on lookers waiting to get on. We hurried
out and walked to my car where made out more and Susan began groping my
breasts. I blushed and told her I had to go before anyone else saw me. She
told me to call her that night and that we should have a girl's night
out. I told her I would and we kissed goodbye, then only to have her rub my
feminized crotch. I pulled away to get in my car as she spanked my ass then
walked away. I was so turned on as a drove home but knew that I couldn't
masturbate once I got home.

      When I got home, I realized that I hadn't done my chores from the
night before or that morning. I found a note on the table from Vicki
telling me everything that I needed to do plus what I was to wear while I
did it. The note read that she thought it be proper that I have a uniform
while I cleaned and that I should wear it while working at home. My new
uniform was on my bed and that I had to wear everything at all times while
cleaning. I went to my room to find a French maid's uniform laying on my
bed with all of the proper lingerie, shoes, apron and cap.

      I first showered and shaved, then applied lotion and perfume. After
which, I dressed in the black padded panties, black lace and satin bra,
satin steel boned zip up corset, black satin with white lace ruffled
panties, black stockings attached to the corset, black satin and lace
French maid's uniform, white satin and waist apron and fixed the cap to my
hair. I put on the 4 inch black patent strap heels, and then sat to do my
make-up and hair. I found a bottle of dark red nail polish on my dresser
that had a note on it that read "wear me." I then sat and painted my long
nails as best as I could. After my nails dried, I put on a pearl necklace
and my hoop earrings and finished off with some of Vicki's perfume. I
couldn't believe the finished look. I wanted to jack off at my own image in
the mirror. I saw a beautiful French maid but I was looking at myself.

      I did not know then, but I would be bound to that uniform and Vicki
for a long time.


To be continued...