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You can reach the author as SalonGirl@aol.com

These Aren't My Clothes!

By

SalonGirl

I was nervous and excited on the way to the airport. This was

to be the first business trip of my new job. I was on my way to a two

day seminar with three of my co-workers. All of my co-workers were

female and senior to me. One of them, Nancy, was my boss.

We arrived at the airport and the skycap took our luggage. We

found our gate and soon were in the air. The flight was a long one and

we started drinking cocktails after the meal. It was really the first

time I had spoken in a social setting with the three women.

Shelly was a pixieish woman with a crooked mischievous smile.

I knew from office gossip that she had lots of lovers but was not a

slut. Shelly just liked men.

Cathy was a tall woman. She was large, very Rubenesque. She

was Italian and very dark with long jet black hair. She exuded a

smoldering sensuality.

Nancy, our supervisor, was an older woman with close cropped

salt and pepper hair. She had a very commanding presence and was always

in charge no matter what the situation.

One thing all three women had in common was that they were

always immaculate in appearance. Each had the touch of a professional

when it came to makeup, and even though they were competing in a man's

world, all three women were the epitome of femininity at all times.

We arrived at the airport and upon deplaning I felt a little

tipsy. A glance at the women showed that they were too except for

Nancy, who was always in control. We went to the baggage carousel to

retrieve our bags. As the bags went by and the machine spun around I

felt nauseous. I was happy to grab what looked like my bags and haul

them to a waiting cab.

We arrived at the hotel and were shown to our rooms. The

seminar didn't begin until the next day but there was a mixer scheduled

for later that night in the ballroom for all participants.

We were in adjoining rooms. Nancy's was a suite. I went into

my room and set the luggage on the bed. As I did I noticed a worn spot

on one of the suitcases. "That's funny", I thought to myself, "I don't

remember that spot".

The connecting doors to the rooms were all open and the three

women and I were talking back and forth so I wasn't really paying

attention as I opened the suitcase. I wasn't even looking as I reached

down to take out an undershirt. Instead of the cotton undershirt I

felt something very cool and smooth. It was like reaching into cool

flowers. I looked down and saw that it was women's underwear, lingerie.

The entire suitcase seemed to be filled with nothing but lingerie.

Instead of the white I expected to see there were pinks and lavenders

and sleek black. I started pulling the frilly things out. They were as

light as air.

I opened the other half of the suitcase and found blouses,

skirts, a pair of black 2" heels and a pair of pink 4" heels. Off to

one side was a large plastic bag full of makeup. I was in shock, but

thought I would be OK. But when I opened the other bag, instead of

finding my men's business suits I found women's business suits instead,

along with a pink designer cocktail dress and a beautiful little black

dress.

I let out a moan and the women came running to see what was the

matter. When they saw they open suitcases they began to laugh

hysterically. They began to tease me. "My you have good taste in

panties." "Look, he wears a push up bra." "You could catch a man in

that black dress honey." When they calmed down a bit Nancy called the

airport. I could see her frowning as talked on the phone. She hung up

and said. "The airport has no unclaimed luggage. It seems that whoever

got your bags hasn't opened them yet and noticed the mix-up. Until

that happens you're stuck."

I was in trouble. For comfort, I had just worn old jeans and a

sweatshirt on the plane. The seminar was about to begin and I was in a

strange city with no good clothes. I had another problem. My credit

cards were all at their limits. I didn't have enough money to buy a new

suit of clothes for the seminar.

I sat on the end of the bed in shock. I was sure I would miss

the seminar now and probably lose my job as well. Sadly I explained my

predicament to the three women. They consoled me and patted me on the

shoulder saying, "We should be able to think of something." I noticed

that Nancy had gone back to looking through the women's clothing in the

suitcase. She held up one of the suits and cast a critical eye towards

me. She picked up one of the highheeled shoes and said, "What size

shoe do you wear?" I told her and she motioned over the other two

women. They huddled for a moment and I thought I heard giggling. When

they turned around all three had a devilish gleam in her eye.

They came over to where I was sitting and stood around me

crowding close. "Now," said Nancy, "as your supervisor I am telling

you right now that if you miss this seminar, you will lose your job."

My heart sank at her words. "But," she continued, " the girls and I may

have a solution to offer you." I felt a glimmer of hope. I was so glad

that Nancy had decided to help me. "You don't have your own clothes but

you do have these clothes". She pointed to the suitcases and my heart

sank. "But Nancy, I stammered , I can't wear these. I can't wear

dresses". "I'm a man".

"Listen to me, by some kind of crazy coincidence the stuff in

these suitcases seem to be in your size. Even the shoes will fit. It

seems like fate to me so you might as well go along. Besides, when you

get right down to it it's this or your job". I could not argue with

that and after a few more moments hesitation, I lowered my head and

mumbled, "Oh, all right."

I was sent off to the bathroom with orders to shave my entire

body baby smooth. I had to use one of the women's razors from the

suitcase. I sat in the tub and shaved my legs with the pink razor.

"Don't forget your underarms", Nancy called through the door.

When I was done I got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around

my waist. When I went back into my room I saw that the women had

unpacked "my" suitcases. Dresses and blouses and skirts hung in the

closet and the drawers were full of panties and bras, stockings and

slips and silky camisoles. On the bed was a pair of black nylon

panties with lace trim around waist and leg. A matching bra and demi

slip. "Put on what's on the bed and then we'll get started', called

Nancy through the door.

I pulled the panties up my smooth legs and they felt wonderful

as the cool nylon encased my rear. The bra was difficult but after a

few minutes of struggling I got it on. I let the silky demi slip fall

over my shoulders. It felt wonderful and fell to just below my hips.

"OK", I called out and the three women came into the room.

Shelly and Cathy started giggling when they saw me but Nancy had a

strange look in her eye. It was almost a possessive look of desire. She

came over to me and took my chin in her hand. She lifted my head until

I was looking her in the eye. "You should do very nicely as a woman".

I was marched back into the bathroom and my hair was shampooed

again then some other type of goo was put in it. Cathy just ignored me

when I asked what it was. After my shampoo a towel was wrapped around

my head. I sat on the edge of the tub as Cathy rubbed Oil of Olay all

over my legs. It felt good to have her massaging my smooth hairless

legs with the lotion. She left the room, ordering me to put the lotion

all over my body before coming out. I undressed and rubbed the sweet

smelling lotion all over my body. For some reason I blushed when I

rubbed it on my chest. I was starting to have some very strange

feelings but for I wasn't afraid. I put my panties, bra and slip back

on and went back into the bedroom. The women led me to the vanity and

sat me down to begin my makeup. First Shelly used a moisturizer on my

face. After wiping off the excess she began to apply liquid makeup. The

smell was delicious. She used pencils and shadows on my eyes and

applied a pair of false lashes. Blusher and lipstick, and then perhaps

half an hour of fussing and fixing with more paints and potions and a

feminine face began to appear.

At this same time Cathy had begun to work on my hair. She took

off the towel and ran my hair through her fingers for a few moments

while studying my face. Then she went behind me and got out a huge bag

of rollers. She began to put the rollers in my hair one by one. What

looked like hundreds were all aver my head. Something about the color

looked different too but I thought it was only because my hair was

still wet.

By now a very different me was looking back in the mirror. My

head was covered in curlers. They all had pink ends sticking out and as

they dried they began to get tighter. My face was that of a woman's.

Arched eyebrows over long lashed doe eyes. Pink blusher brought out my

cheekbones and my lips were pursed, very plump and kissable red.

Cathy began to do my nails. To each finger she attached a long acrylic

nail. They were tapered nails and almost 1" long. I wasn't sure I

would be able to manage them but I had no choice in the matter. The

women didn't ask me if I wanted my hair or nails done. They just

pointed to a chair and I sat and did as they said. Something about my

attire, panties, curlers, makeup, and now long nails was making me very

submissive. I was no longer in control.

Cathy spent a long time doing my nails. Shelly had brought her

portable hood dryer from her room so I sat under the dryer while Cathy

finished my nails. Shelly came up and sat on the floor to give me a

pedicure and paint my toenails the same shade of fiery red that Cathy

was making my fingernails. The polish was very bright, very red and I

thought it was too much. Cathy just hushed me, saying that this polish

was in the makeup kit in the suitcases so that meant it went with the

outfits I was going to wear.

My nails and makeup were done now and Nancy herself came over

to do my hair. My tightly curlered hair had dried now and the curlers

were ultra tight on my head. Nancy began taking them out. The feeling

of the tight rollers being taken off was heavenly and soon she was

working with brush and comb and hairspray. After about a half hour she

was done. My hair was long and curly and to my horror had been colored

and frosted. It was reddish blond now with pretty highlights. It was

a very normal woman's hairstyle long and feminine with soft bangs, but

could never be mistaken for a man's. I began to panic. After all,

trying this masquerade for a few days was one thing, but I had to

return home afterwards. How could I with my hair looking like this?

The women calmed me down, saying that the color would wash right out. I

had never heard of this before but wanted to believe them.

Cathy brought me a pair of pantyhose from "my" suitcases and

instructed me in how to put them on. They felt so wonderful on my

smooth lotioned legs. I pulled the pantyhose all the way up and then

Nancy brought me the pink cocktail dress from the closet. After

filling out my bra cups with some panties from the drawer, she helped

me into the dress. It fit after a little struggling. It was very tight

but the women assured me that it was meant to be. It had puffy sleeves

and was made of pink satin. It pulled me in at the waist and the

flounced skirt created the illusion of feminine curves. I sat down in

my dress and Shelly brought over the pink 4" heels. The color matched

my dress. Shelly put the shoes on my stockinged feet and then Cathy

came over and put on long bangle clip on earrings and matching chain

and locket, a few bangles on each wrist and a woman's watch. Last

Cathy bent down and put an anklet around my ankle. It was a very

delicate gold chain with a dangling heart.

I stood and looked in the full length mirror. Looking back was

a beautiful woman. She was dressed all in pink and had beautiful blonde

hair in long soft curls caressing her face. Her makeup was perfect and

dramatic, but at the same time very natural. The woman in the mirror

turned on her 4" heels and spun in the mirror like all women do.

I turned around to my friends and said. "I think this might

work. But why am I so dressed up tonight. Is it just for practice?"

Nancy turned to me and her tone was very commanding. "You don't

think we would let you come with us to the seminar unless we know you

can pass as a woman do you?" " As soon as Cathy, Shelly and I can get

changed we "four" girls are going to go down to the ballroom for the

mixer. If this year is like last years seminar there should be about

10 men for each woman. You will have plenty of opportunities to

practice being a girl."

I was crestfallen when Nancy told me that. What at first had

seemed like an unorthodox, but necessary disguise was turning into

something much more. I was having feelings that I didn't understand as

I thought about the mixer and 10 men to each girl. I sighed and went

into Cathy's room to watch her get ready for the party. She had

invited me in and when I hesitated said "Come on in honey, after all

it's just us girls". " I can show you some makeup tips and we can work

on your voice for a while." I went into Cathy's room. I could not help

but wonder if I had gone into a woman's room for life.

I sat in Cathy's room waiting for her to finish dressing. I had

my smooth nylon stockinged legs crossed at the ankle with my knees

together, and I was perched on my chair with my head up and my bosom

thrust out the way she had shown me. Cathy was talking to me as she

finished her makeup. She was explaining every step as she went. Every

once in a while she would turn to me with a brush or powder puff and

touch up my makeup. She sprayed me all over with a heavenly perfume

and with very little coaching she had me speaking in a voice that while

not angelic was at least acceptable as a woman's as long as I kept my

mouth shut most of the time.

It was Cathy who first said "Hey honey, we have to have a name

for you don't we?" She called through the open door to the next room

"What are we going to call our new girlfriend?" Shelly came to the door

dressed only in panties and bra. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked

at me. I felt embarrassed at her bold look and in fact clenched my

smooth nyloned knees together a little. She noticed this very feminine

gesture immediately and she smiled a wicked smile.

Nancy came to the door and said "That's right, what will we

call our new little missy? Missy? That's it, Missy!" Cathy and Shelly

laughed and said "Hi Missy." I felt humiliated and wanted to ask Nancy

to let me have some other name but one strern look from her and I

changed my mind. Now I was not only dressed as a woman but my name was

Missy! Even worse, I had a feeling that there was more to come. The

attitudes of all three women had undergone a change. All of them were

now treating me like little more than a slave although Shelly and Cathy

were still very friendly.

But as I sat with Cathy while she dressed, me in a pink

cocktail dress and heels, with beautiful nails and hair, I started to

like the way I was. I started to enjoy shifting my hairless soft legs

in my pantyhose and the feeling of silky slippery panties on my bottom

as I squirmed on the chair. My slip was smooth and cool under my dress

and I could feel my long earrings dangling everytime I tossed my head

girlishly the way that Cathy had shown me.

Nancy was ready now and she came into the room. "Shelly, Cathy,

Missy, let's sit down here for a minute and talk about work.." What a

relief! At last things were getting back to normal. I was so relieved

to have something to think about other than the fact that I was

completely dressed as a woman. But I was soon to be again in dismay.

Nancy started out OK, talking about our goals at the seminar

and how we would need to use a team approach. But soon she started

making references to "Schmoozing", and "Making new friends for our

company". I wasn't really sure what she meant but it was soon made

clear to me. "Missy, most of the participants in this seminar are men.

It is very important for us to be able to make new contacts, and

promote our firm in any way we can. If it becomes necessary for one of

us to grant certain, shall we say, favors, to an important potential

client, we will. This includes you Missy. If one of these bigshots

asks you for a date, the firm, and I, expect you to do your duty."

Nancy didn't even give me a second to consider this astounding

statement. The next instant she and the other women were on their feet

and hustling me towards the door. I was stuttering, "But Nancy, a

date, what, what do you mean?" But then we were in the hallway, and

there were strangers there. I shut up and concentrated on just walking

down the hall in public in heels, hose and a dress. I walked behind the

women and tried to match the way the swung their hips and carried their

shoulders.

We passed men who tried to make eye contact with us. I was

scared at first, and whispered to Cathy, "Why are they looking at me

like that? They must know I'm not a girl." Cathy just laughed, "They

aren't looking at you like that because they think you're a man Missy."

Cathy told the others what I had said and they both turned to look at

me as I swayed along seductively in my pink 4" heels. They laughed too.

We got into the elevator with four men. I kind of liked the

way they stepped aside to let us in, but one of them was standing very

close to me. Then, just before the car reached the first floor I felt

a hand on the back of my thigh. I thought it must be one of the women

playing a joke. The hand went up my leg and under my dress until the

fingers just reached the lace trim on my panties. Suddenly the car

stopped and the hand vanished. I looked over my left shoulder to see

which of the women had done it but only Nancy was standing there. I

could not believe that she would do such a thing. I looked over my

right shoulder and a man was standing there. He was tall and handsome

in a boyish way and he smiled at me. Had he been the one? I was

becoming very confused but I was starting to realize some of the facts

of life for a woman.

We entered the ballroom and I could see that Nancy had not been

kidding about the ratio of men to women at the seminar. Almost all of

the participants were men. "Missy, I want you to stick with Shelly for

a while," said Nancy, "and when she says you are ready, go out on your

own and mingle. Be on the lookout for new clients." I started to

protest but Nancy had already spun on her heels and disappeared into

the crowd . Cathy leaned over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"You'll do fine Missy," she said, "Just remember all the feminine

gestures I showed you and no one will ever guess your little secret.

"Come on Missy", said Shelly, "Now that we've finally gotten

rid of those two let's get a drink and have a little chat." I was

grateful to Shelly, maybe she wouldn't make me go off on my own after

all. We sat at a table and ordered drinks and started to talk

girltalk. Shelly told me that she thought I was really a good sport to

do what I was doing. She said that she was sure that Nancy would be

very grateful to me for going to such an extreme for our company.

Then she started to tell a somewhat strange story. It started

our normally enough, something about one of her boyfriends and

Halloween. She had convinced him to dress completely as a woman and to

his surprise he had been incredibly aroused by the experience.

To her surprise, so was she.

As she told me the last part she was looking me in the eye and

I felt myself blush. She leaned forward to tell me more, but at that

moment the waiter came with more drinks. Shelly told him we hadn't

ordered any, he said they were from the gentleman at the bar. Shelly

and I looked over and saw four men at the bar toasting us. She raised

her glass back to them and I did the same. They started to walk over.

"We're on Missy", she said.

At first I was very nervous but soon I began to realize that

none of the men could tell I was not born a woman. I began to relax and

even, with a little coaching from Shelly during a trip to the ladies

room, to flirt a little. Shelly had mercy on me and stayed by my side

as we began to circulate through the now crowded ballroom.

I noticed one pattern throughout the night, I was trying to

steer the conversation towards business and the men all wanted to talk

about was me. Some of them tried to stand very close and they were

constantly putting their hands on me, touching me. It was strange, but

quite erotic. Throughout the evening my panties were very wet and I was

constantly aroused.

As it got later I began to feel tired and a little drunk. Once

I almost stumbled in my 4" heels but as I did I felt a pair of strong

hands grab me around the waist. I turned around to see who it was that

had saved me from falling and saw that it was the man from the

elevator. He smiled and said "We meet again". I started to speak to

him but Nancy appeared from the crowd. "Come on Missy," she said,

"we've been invited to a go out for a bite to eat. We'll meet the other

girls in our rooms and freshen up first."

We got in the elevator. We were alone. Nancy told me she

appreciated what I was doing. She took my hand as we talked and this

gesture from her surprised me. She had always been so cold to me in the

past. When we got to her room the other girls weren't there yet. Nancy

told me they might be a few minutes. We sat in her suite and had a

drink and then she went into the bedroom.

After a few moments she called out, "Missy, could you come in

here for a minute." I went in and found her sitting on the edge ot the

bed. "Missy, my feet are tired," she said "Come over here and take off

my shoes." I went over to her and kneeled down. I took the shoes, with

their 4" spike heels, from her stockinged feet.

"Now massage my feet Missy." she said. I started to massage her

feet. Nancy found the foot massage soothing and she began to speak to

me in a kinder tone of voice. She began to tell me about herself and

soon told me that one of the reasons she may have appeared cold at the

office was the fact that she was bi but preferred women.

I could not believe Nancy was telling me all this, she must

have been drunker than she appeared.

She said she was what was called a lipstick lesbian and she

was partial to lovers who made themselves very pretty. As she said this

I looked up at her and saw the same look as I had seen earlier. She

seemed to be staring deep into me and her lip curled into an almost

cruel smile.

We heard a noise outside, and I heard Cathy calling for us. I

jumped up from where I had been kneeling and left the bedroom before

Nancy could stop me. Cathy and Shelly were sitting, waiting, and

exchanged a knowing look when I came from the bedroom straightening my

skirts.

"Hey Missy," said Shelly. "I saw that big hunk who was

following you around all night."

"I don't know what you mean", I told her.

"Yeah," she said, "He may be one of those big bashful types but

I noticed he seemed to be somewhere near you all night." Now that I

thought about it that was true. He had been near me almost the entire

night. Holding my chair, buying me a drink. In fact I had gotten used

to having him near me. I had started to like it, and began to smile at

him sweetly when he did me on of these little courtesies.

"Big bashful type nothing" said Cathy, "That guy just happens

to be the owner of one of the 10 largest firms in the southeast. He's

a catch honey, in more ways than one." Just then Nancy came into the

room. "Well our little Missy here seems to be reeling in "Mr. Catch",

doesn't she?" she said. The other women laughed but they also nodded

in agreement. "It would be a real coup for me", said Nancy, "If one

of my girls got that account."

Cathy brought me a lacy shawl to wrap around my shoulders and

after a quick touchup of my makeup and hair we were off to our dinner

party. The four clients who turned out to be our dates were four

balding fat guys from some farm state. Nancy paired us up and it soon

became apparent that she had given me the worst of the lot. He wasn't

bad looking but from the minute we sat down he was all over me.

Everything he said was sexual in nature and he was not shy in hinting

what he would like to do to me. Once he leaned over and put his tongue

in my ear as he lunged for my breasts. When I looked over at Nancy for

help all I got was an amused smirk.

I somehow got through the meal and our merry band left the

restaurant. The men were clamoring to go to a nightclub and Nancy said

we'd go along for one drink. We couldn't all fit in one cab so we

split up. I tried to stay with the women but they just shrugged me off

and I somehow found myself in a cab with my date alone. He gave the

driver our destination and then he turned to me. He pulled me close and

kissed me. It really wasn't so bad but then his hand began to go up my

leg. I held him off. We kissed again. I thought maybe if I kissed him

I could keep him occupied.

I was wrong. He began to probe deep into my mouth with his

tongue. I felt his hand on the back of my head and realized he was

trying to push my face down into his lap. I fought back but he was

very strong. Almost before I knew what was happening I felt the head

of his cock on my red lips. I tasted his salty precome and then his

hand pushed my head down and his cock was in my mouth. He was much

stronger than he looked but I was also remembering Nancy's words from

earlier in the evening. He began to guide my head up and down on his

glistening shaft and after only seconds I felt him stiffen and his come

began to spurt into my mouth. I swallowed by reflex as I heard him

groan. Just as he spasmed his last the driver announced that we had

arrived at our destination.

I hurried out of the cab and into the club. I was sure that

everyone could see what had happened to me and I could still taste my

dates semen on my lips. But no one seemed to notice my obvious

distress. The other women were tiring now and after getting what he

wanted during our cab ride my date seemed to lose interest in me. The

men drifted off once they realized that they would have more fun

elsewhere.

Nancy, Cathy, Shelly, and I got in a cab and went back to the

hotel. We went upstairs. I wanted to tell them what had happened to

me during my cab ride but I was too ashamed.

"Come into my room Missy," said Cathy, "I'll help you remove

your makeup before bed." I went in and she let me take off my heels.

It felt great but in a moment she handed me a pair of pink maribou high

heeled slippers. "Put these on Missy, Your feet still need more time

in heels to help you get used to them."

She helped me off with my dress and then, after using a

headband to hold my bangs off my forehead, used a cream to remove my

makeup. She applied more moisturizer and then I was surprised when she

began to apply some makeup. "Just a touch Missy. Just a touch of makeup

so you can be pretty even in your sleep."

Nancy and Shelly came in and we chatted for a few minutes as we

all worked on our nails and lotioned our hands and legs. Nancy came

over and looked at my hair. "We don't have time to do your hair every

morning Missy. Tomorrow you will have to make an appointment at the

hotel salon for a cut and set. For tonight I'll do your hair myself. Go

put on your nightie first."

I went to my room to change. A cut and set at a beauty salon?

Somehow that had a permanent sound to it. I entered my room. Laid out

on the bed was a short pink chiffon nightie with spaghetti straps and

lots of swirling material. Ruffled full cut panties and a long flowing

gown with flounced sleeves and lacy bosom completed the ensemble. I

took off my slip, pantyhose, bra and panties and put on the lacy pink

dream. I went back into Cathy's room and sat at the vanity. Nancy

wetted down my hair and then applied setting gel as she put me up in

curlers. Soon a pink curlered head was looking back at me for the

second time that day . When Nancy was done she wrapped a pretty scarf

around my set and patted my curlered head.

"Good night Missy, I have a feeling this might not be the last

time you go to bed in curlers," she said and she winked.

I went to my room. Shelly passed through on the way to her room

and she kissed me goodnight. Her soft hand with it's long red nails

caressed mine as she did. When she left, I didn't notice that she

hadn't locked the door.

I laid down in the bed and turned down the lights. What a day

this had been! I snuggled up in my nightie and curlers and thought

about all the things that had happened and all the new things I had

felt. I didn't even hear the door open when Shelly slipped into my

room. But I started when she slipped into my bed.

"SShhh," she whispered and she snuggled up close to me. She had

on a very short babydoll nightie but didn't seem to be wearing panties.

I felt her lips reach mine and our soft smooth legs began to

intertwine. My eyes had grown accustomed to the light and I looked at

Shelly and she was smiling and cooing, "Ohh, Missy".

I started to make love to her as a man but Shelly stopped me.

"There are no men in this bed tonight", she whispered to me. She

pushed me back and we began to kiss and caress. I followed Shelly's

lead and we began a long slow night of passion.

Shelly pinched my nipples between her fingers and massaged my

breasts as I did the same for her. She guided my head down between her

legs and instructed me in the special techniques that one woman uses

when making love to another. I used my tongue and fingers on her warm

moist vagina and clitoris. When she tightened her thighs she pressed

hard on my curlered head. The feeling of my tongue probing deep into

her as she stroked my curlers was fantastic. She had me turn and we

slipped into a 69 position. I felt electricity course through my body

when her lips touched my erect shaft. When she began to probe into my

rear with her finger I was startled at first but she said soothing

things to me and I relaxed. Soon I was thrusting my rear in response to

her hands as she put one, then two, then three fingers deep into me.

She timed her thrusting fingers to coincide with her mouth sliding down

on my cock. I was in heaven as we lapped and stroked and penetrated

each other. She would not let me place my cock inside her. Even though

I begged her she just laughed at me and said "What woman has a cock

darling, That's just your oversized clitty and girls don't use them

like that."

When Shelly finally brought me to a climax I let out a loud

girlish moan that I was sure must have been heard on the entire hotel

floor. I was very intense and the power of it took my breath away. I

was shuddering and my hands and feet felt numb. I fell asleep with my

tongue in Shelly and her fingers deep inside me and my cock in her warm

mouth.

When I first awoke in the morning I thought that it had all

been a beautiful feminine dream. But then when I rolled over I felt the

curlers tight on my head and the soft nightie on my smooth shaven body.

It wasn't a dream after all. I was very happy. I was not really sure

why.

I patted the other side of the bed but Shelly had gone back to

her room sometime in the night. I got out of bed and noticed I wasn't

wearing my panties. It took me several minutes to find them. I could

hear the other women stirring and the doors to the rooms began to open.

Shelly stuck her head in my door. She was wrapped in a towel.

"Good morning Missy," she said, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," I told her blushing, "When I finally got to sleep."

"Take your shower", she told me, "I'll help you dress and do

your makeup when you are done. Don't forget to use a shower cap to keep

your set dry".

I put on my pink chiffon peignoir and went to the bathroom to

shower. I found the shower cap provided by the hotel and put it on over

my curlers. I looked in the mirror before I stepped into the shower.

Even though my body had not been changed by my time in women's clothing

it looked very different. I was completely hairless except for a patch

above my groin and had long red nails and toenails that were a matching

fiery red. With all my body hair shaved off I looked much softer and

rounder than I ever had before and when I tucked my genitals between

my legs my body was neither a man's nor a woman's but definitely more

feminine than masculine. I stood daydreaming for a moment and tried to

imagine what I would look like with perky breasts with big womanly

nipples on my chest. I made a kissy face at the curlered head in the

mirror and smiled a pretty smile.

I stepped into the shower and began to lather my hairless body

with a sweet smelling beauty bar. Shelly stuck her head in the

bathroom door and said, "Hurry up Missy, we don't have all morning to

make you into a beautiful working girl."

I shaved my legs and underarms with a pink razor and stepped

from the shower to towel myself dry. Shelly had left a pink bra and

panty set for me along with a large box of body powder. I picked up

the big feathery puff and started to powder my body all over. I put on

my panties and bra and my lacy pink chiffon robe, took off my plastic

shower cap and went into my room.

A women's business suit had been laid out on the bed. There was

a black A-line skirt with a high midriff jacket and a white silk

blouse with ruffles of lace at the cuffs and neck. Sheer pantyhose, a

black camisole and half slip and two inch heeled black pumps were

there waiting for me. I took off my robe, picked up the pretty

camisole and let it fall over my powdered shoulders. I then put on my

pantyhose and pulled the half slip up my nyloned legs.

Nancy came into the room with Cathy. "Well, good morning Missy

dear, did you sleep well last night?" she asked with a sly smile. I

was sure she knew that Shelly and I had spent the night together.

"Yes Missy," said Cathy, "I thought I heard a noise last night

coming from your room. Did you have a bad dream?"

I was blushing furiously. I knew they were teasing me. Shelly

came into the room. "You girls leave Missy alone now. We have to get

her ready for the seminar. Don't forget, "Mr. Catch" is waiting for our

little Missykins." The three women all laughed a conspiratorial laugh.

"Oh, Missy, by the way, did you call the airport to see if they

found your luggage yet?" asked Nancy.

I hadn't. In fact the thought had never even entered my mind.

I was confused for a moment. The idea of returning to men's clothes

somehow didn't appeal to me. I slowly reached for the phone.

"Don't bother," said Nancy, "I called them earlier and there

is still no sign of your things. I guess you will have to stay Missy

for at least a little while longer." I felt a strange sense of relief

when I heard this. The women all noticed and smiled.

I sat at the vanity in my camisole and half slip and Cathy came

over and started my makeup. Shelly came over to do my hair. Nancy

turned to leave the room.

Before she left she said to me, "Missy, don't forget I have

made an appointment for you at the hotel beauty salon for 1 PM. You

will have just enough time between the morning and afternoon sessions."

I started to ask her why this was necessary, after all, I

only had to dress as a woman for one more day after this and then I

could go home and resume my normal life. But she was gone before I

could speak. Shelly told me that Nancy had some early meetings to

attend. We would catch up with her later.

With Nancy gone the other girls and I (Yes, I had started to

think of myself as one of the girls by now) were much looser and soon

all three of us were chattering happily as Cathy did my makeup and

Shelly took the curlers from my hair. Shelly did my hair in a much less

festive style than I had worn it the night before and Cathy did the

same with my makeup. They explained that I was going to work today not

to a party. They both laughed at my disappointed pouting expression,

but I knew they were right. Cathy put just a touch of perfume on my

wrists and neck. When they were both finished they helped me with my

skirt and blouse and Shelly brought me some jewelry to wear. Simple

gold clip on earrings and a chain along with a ladies watch and a

bracelet. Cathy gave me two gold rings with semi precious stones and I

slipped them over my long nails onto my fingers. I put on my black

pumps and slipped the jacket over my silk blouse. I looked in the

mirror and a smiling career girl was looking back at me. She looked

lovely and feminine but at the same time quite businesslike. Cathy and

Shelly exchanged a laughing handshake at the success of their creation

and after grabbing the materials for the seminar I stood in my heels to

leave the room.

"Wait a minute Missy, don't forget your purse," said Shelly

with a twinkle in her eye. She picked up a black patent leather purse

with a long shoulder strap and began to fill it with lipsticks,

compacts, and blusher. She took a pair of panties from one of my

dresser drawers and put them in my purse. She reached into her own

purse and took out several tampons and put them in too. "Just in case

Missy, just in case," she said. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks once

again and then we were in the hall outside our rooms.

We went down to the restaurant and had breakfast. Even though I

was famished the women would only let me order coffee, toast and fruit.

"You have to think of your girlish figure Missy," they said.

On our way to the conference room we passed the salon where

Nancy had made my appointment. I was surprised to see that it was not a

unisex salon. The men's barber shop was on the other side ot the lobby.

I felt a tingling inside me as I looked in the window of this very

feminine place. Surely I would be found out if I entered this women's

sanctum.

We entered the conference room and found our places. I looked

across the room and there was Nancy talking to "Mr. Catch". They were

chatting and joking like old friends. Then I saw them huddle close and

Nancy pointed over to me. "Mr. Catch" looked over and waved and smiled

his handsome smile. I found myself waving back with my long nailed,

bejeweled hand. I noticed that my panties were becoming damp once

again.

The morning session began and I soon found that being dressed

as a woman meant that I could not sprawl in my chair like I would have

as a man. I had to keep my knees together all the time and sit up

straight. Every so often I would slip and my knees would start to

spread but once when I did I noticed a man in a row in front of me. He

was looking back and leering at me. He almost had drool running out of

his mouth. I could not figure out why but then I realized that he was

trying to look up my skirt. I clapped my knees together and tried not

to look at him for the rest of the morning.

We took a break after about two hours and the girls and I went

to the ladies room. I was really beginning to enjoy these trips to the

ladies room where we would touch up our makeup and chat for a few

moments inside our cocoon of womanhood. I tried to hint to Nancy that I

was interested in what she and "Mr. Catch" had been talking about but

she ignored my not so subtle hints. She said, "Don't worry Missy, I'm

not trying to steal your man." That shut me up. I didn't bring up the

subject again.

I was nervous as the morning passed thinking about my

appointment in the beauty salon. I tried to convince myself that surely

Nancy would only have them fix up my hair a little. Before I knew it

the morning session was over and I found myself being marched to the

salon arm in arm with Nancy.

We entered the salon and Nancy had me wait while she spoke to a

woman who seemed to be in charge. Every once in a while they would look

over at me as I waited. Finally Nancy and the woman came over to where

I was standing in my chic suit, heels and hose.

"Missy, this is Miss Gilda, owner of the salon. She and I are

old friends." said Nancy. I mumbled a hello in the most feminine voice

I could muster.

"Hello Missy," said Miss Gilda, "Nancy has told me ALL about

you and I am so happy to have you here in my salon. Please go into the

changing room and take off your suit and pantyhose and put on one of

our smocks."

I started to protest to Nancy. I couldn't understand why I

had to disrobe to have my hair done. Nancy cut me short with a wave of

her hand. "Missy, you are to follow Miss Gilda's instructions to the

letter." I hung my head and once again did as I had been told.

I entered the dressing room and removed my jacket, skirt and

blouse and then took off my shoes and panty hose. I put on the frilly

pink smock and was shocked at how short it was. It barely covered my

thighs and I was sure that the bottom of my pantied rear was exposed. I

put my shoes back on and reentered the salon. It felt very strange to

be walking barelegged in highheels and the short smock but none of the

other women in the salon seemed to notice me. Miss Gilda herself came

over to me as I emerged.

"Ah, Missy, come over here honey and we'll start making you

even more beautiful than you already are." She took me to a chair and

I sat down.

A salon girl came over with some kind of a pot that seemed to

have something boiling in it. It turned out to be hot wax which she

applied to my legs. She let it cool for a moment then she tore it off.

The first time she did it I let out a yelp but after all the other

ladies in the salon turned to look at me I didn't make another sound.

She worked her way up one leg and down the other and then she asked me,

"Bikini wax doll?"

"No, no thanks," I blurted out in terror. She just shrugged

and turned to go. Miss Gilda had started on my hair and another of the

salon girls came over with a nail station on a rolling cart. After she

set it up the nail technician came over, smiled at me, and began to

work on my nails. She removed the false nails that Cathy had applied,

worked on cleaning and shaping my own nails for a few minutes and then

began to attach a long set of tapered acrylic nails. They must have

been two inches long. I couldn't imagine how I would be able to do

anything with my hands. I felt so helpless, yet so feminine with them

on.

Miss Gilda had me lean my head back into the shampoo sink as

she lathered my hair with a sweet smelling potion. When she had rinsed

me out I sat back up and she began to do something to my hair with

what looked like pieces of tin foil. Soon I had the pieces of foil

all over my head and she began to apply a liquid to the places where

she had placed the foil. There was a very strong smell. I noticed

that she was wearing gloves as she used a plastic bottle with an

applicator tip on my hair. When she was done she told me it would be a

few minutes. I sat like this in the beauticians chair as the pretty

young nail technician finished attaching the last of my nails. She used

a pearl base coat polish on them and when that dried she put on a

cherry red topcoat. Then she began applying what looked like decals. I

could see that she was also gluing what looked like diamonds to my

nails, one or two to each nail. .

Miss Gilda took the tin foil pieces from my hair, rinsed it,

and began to cut it. When she finished she started to put my hair up in

curlers. These were not like the curlers that Nancy had used on my

hair. They were hard plastic and much smaller. Miss Gilda saw me

looking at them in the mirror and said. "You act like you've never seen

a perm rod before Missy." Soon my head was covered in the hard blue

plastic rods and she began to apply another strong smelling liquid to

my hair. Soon she was finished and the smell of the perm solution

almost choked me.

"We won't leave that on too long Missy, I want to give you nice

soft curls. Nancy suggested a very curly perm for you but I think I

know best what will go with your face and your new look."

I looked at her quizzically. "Oh yes," she said, "Nancy has

paid for a complete makeover for you . She said it was a thank you gift

for something you had done for your company."

At that moment I came as close to getting up and running away

as I had the entire time since the beginning of this whole crazy

affair. But the combination of the way I was dressed and the faintness

I was feeling from the perm solution fumes kept me in the chair. Miss

Gilda began to take my perm rods out and then she rinsed the solution

from my hair. She began to work with brush and comb and blow dryer.

Another of the salon girls had removed my makeup and applied a

facial pack. It was bright green and I began to take on the most

bizarre appearance yet. Miss Gilda turned me from the mirror as the

girl peeled the pack from my face. The skin on my face felt more alive

then it ever had, almost as if I was breathing from every pore.

Miss Gilda stopped fussing with my hair and went to get a

cosmetologists cart. She began to work on my face. I was familiar by

now with some of the things she was doing but her work seemed to be

much more detailed than that of Cathy or Shelly. I winced when she

plucked my eyebrows and hoped she wasn't taking too much hair from them.

She began to work with my makeup and my hair at the same time

as she worked towards an integrated whole. She would fuss with a

hairbrush and then apply a powder to my cheeks. Then she would do

something with some bobbie pins and use a very thin brush to outline my

lips. She was very deft and worked quickly. Finally she seemed

satisfied.

"Almost done Missy, just one more small detail." she said.

She went behind me and then I felt her take my earlobe in her fingers.

I felt something cold and metallic and then a sharp pain but before I

could react she was on my other side and I felt the pain in my other

lobe.

"All done sweetie," said Miss Gilda and she spun the chair

around so I was facing the mirror.

The face that I saw in the mirror was familiar, but it was

surely not mine. My hair was now honey blond with silvery white

highlights all through it. It was styled in soft curls that flowed back

off of my forehead and cascaded down the sides and back of my head. I

had long bangs that fell almost into my eyes and she had done something

to make the hair on top of my head rise up very high. It looked like

the hairstyle of a playboy bunny, beautiful and ultrafeminine.

My thin, high arched brows were raised as if in surprise above

my sultry smoldering long lashed eyes. My cheekbones were highlighted

with a pretty pink blusher. My lips were outlined and shaped into a

bow with a dark pencil then filled in with a deep crimson, creamy

textured lipstick. My lips were pursed into an "O" which just made

them appear more kissable. I thought I looked like a real live barbie

doll and then I noticed my earrings. My ears had been pierced and long

dangling gold earrings hung down from each lobe. I raised a hand to my

ear lobes and saw my long nails. They were colored a beautiful

pearlescent red and had swirls of gold and small diamonds encrusted in

them.

I was very faint for a moment, and then I realized with a start

that I was having an orgasm. I sat in the beautician's chair lost in

the heavenly feeling. It wasn't at all like the orgasms I knew as a

man. It seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me and it went on and

on in waves of pleasure. When it was over I realized that it had only

lasted a few seconds. I looked around but no one seemed to have noticed

my condition.

Miss Gilda took me by the hand and helped me up from the chair.

I was in a daze as I went into the dressing room to put on my skirt and

blouse. I took off my now soaked panties then took the pair of dry

panties from my purse and put them on. I pulled my pantyhose up my

smooth waxed legs. I put my blouse, skirt and jacket back on then my

high heels. I swayed out of the dressing room and headed towards the

door.

"Bye Missy, I hope we see you again soon," said Miss Gilda.

Several of the other women in the salon looked towards me as I walked

towards the door. I thought I saw envy in their eyes, but thought I had

to be mistaken.

As the door to the salon closed behind me I heard Nancy's voice

say, "Here's our Missy now." I looked up to see her standing there in

the lobby with Cathy and Shelly. She let out a low whistle as I came

close.

"That Miss Gilda really is a miracle worker." she exclaimed.

Cathy and Shelly were staring at me in disbelief. Finally Cathy said

"Missy, you really are a knockout, girl." Shelly just nodded in

agreement and looked at me with a lascivious smile. Then the women

parted and from between them stepped "Mr. Catch".

"Missy," said Nancy, "This is an old friend of mine who is

just dying to meet you." The tall, handsome man came forward and took

my hand.

"Missy," he said, "It's always a pleasure to meet one of

Nancy's girls. I hope we can get to know each other better. Perhaps

over dinner later?"

I heard a soft, feminine voice say "I'd love to." It took me a

few moments to realize that the voice had been mine.

As we returned to the conference room for the afternoon session

of the seminar I was having some very unusual feelings for a young man.

But I guess that for a young man in woman's lingerie and business suit

who had just come from the beauty parlor my feelings were not so

strange at all.

The afternoon flew by and I don't think I remember a word of

what was said at the seminar. All I could think about was my date for

later that evening with "Mr. Catch." I knew his name now but I couldn't

help but think of him still as "Mr. Catch." The other women noticed

how distracted I seemed and teased me about it when we went to the

ladies room during a break.

"Missy, said Nancy, You are acting like a love sick schoolgirl."

"Yes Missykins," said Cathy, "Do you need to go to your room

for some dry panties? Hmmm?"

Shelly took me by the hand and said, "You're such a lucky girl

Missy, he's so handsome, and such a gentleman too. How much longer

will it be until you're "Mrs. Catch?"

They kept teasing me this way. My newly pierced ears were

throbbing a little and I couldn't seem to do anything in my long

beautiful red nails. Even holding a pen required that I use a different

and very unnatural grip.

I snapped back, "I've had just about enough of this! You all

seem to be forgetting that I'm a man. I'm only dressed this way to save

my job!"

Nancy came over to me. She slapped me. I was shocked. She took

me by the hand and marched me across the lobby and out of the hotel. We

were downtown and the streets were filled with people. As some of the

men passed they leered at me in a predatory way. The women looked at me

coldly. There were some hookers standing there and they eyed me as if

in appraisal.

"You just settle down right now Missy," she said, "I want that

account, and you had better do what it takes to get it or I will notify

the home office that you have been fired and the hotel front desk of

the same thing. You will have to check out of the hotel immediatly

Missy. Are you really ready to be kicked out of this hotel dressed as

you are right now? How long do you think you would last out here on

these streets?"

I was terrified at the prospect. I didn't even have enough

money to buy a plane ticket home. I begged Nancy to forgive me and I

told her that I would do anything she asked. I was almost in tears

before she finally relented and said "That's better Missy, You just do

as I say and everything will turn out just fine."

We went back into the hotel and back to the seminar. If I had

misgivings before I was really stirred up now. This thing had gone way

beyond my dressing up for a day or two. I was being feminized by Nancy.

I could see that now. Some of the changes she was making to my body

were permanent. I began to suspect that she had other motives.

Something else was disturbing to me. I was beginning to like

being Missy. A big part of me was looking forward to being dressed up

in beautiful long hair, a dress, heels and hose, and going out on a

date with a handsome gentleman. I wondered about what would happen at

the end of the date. When I thought about it I imagined my date kissing

me goodnight as he pulled me close. I imagined his hands caressing my

plump, round, rear.

I suddenly realized that I was very aroused. Nancy noticed and

frowned in disapproval. I had to pull in my stomach and arch my back

so that my hard cock would not show through my skirt.

I was glad when the afternoon session was over and we went up

to our rooms.

"Don't get too comfortable Missy" said Nancy. "You and I have a

little shopping to do before your date. You're going to need some help

with your girlish figure and I know just the place to get what you

need."

I touched up my makeup in front of the mirror before we went

out. As I sat at the vanity I could feel my silky pantied rear and I

marveled once again at how sensous women's clothing was. Soft and

sleek. Cool and airy. Nylon and lace.

Nancy came to my door to get me and we were off. We got into a

cab and Nancy gave the driver an address. We drove for a few minutes

and then pulled up in front of a little shop. In the window there were

Mannequins in lingerie, one in a pretty black maids uniform, and

girdles on torso displays. The sign said DuPrissy Lingerie Shoppe. We

entered the shop and when we did Nancy spoke for a moment to the owner,

a tall, buxom brunette, named Rene. After a moment Rene went to the

door and put a closed sign up. I was informed that I was to have a

private fitting. I followed Nancy and Rene to a side of the store where

there were comfortable chairs and many mirrors. Nancy sat down but

indicated to me that I should remain standing.

I took off my jacket, skirt and blouse and pantyhose then Rene

began to bring me what seemed like an endless procession of foundation

garments. Nancy sat in a chair and had me model each item for her in

front of the mirrors.

I tried on waist cinchers, all in ones, longline bras, and

girdles of every description from panty girdles to old fashioned

playtex longline girdles with zippers up the side. But as I tried on

each new garment Nancy always said "No, try something else."

Finally we seemed to reach the end. I thought that Nancy would

pick one of the girdles I had tried and make me wear it. But no.

"None of those will do Missy." She turned to Rene and said, "I

guess we will have to try a corset."

Rene went into the back of the shop and then brought out a red

satin corset with long garters. It had heavy boning and didn't look to

me like it would be too uncomfortable. Little did I know. I raised my

arms above my head and the owner began to lace me into my corset. I got

the hooks in the front closed . The corset was very tight and as she

laced up the back it got much tighter. I could feel a shallowness when

I tried to breath. She continued to tighten the laces and the pressure

became intense. Finally she seemed satisfied and tied off the corset

laces. Her hands lingered on my pantied rear for a moment. When I

looked in the mirror I saw that I now had a narrow waist and a woman's

wide hips and protruding ass. As I got dressed I noticed that I could

no longer bend at the waist but had to daintily bend at the knees to

reach the floor. When I tried to walk my hips swung wide. It was the

most natural motion for me now in the tight corset.

"Now Rene," said Nancy. "We need something for her top. Poor

Missy is not very well endowed you see. Panties won't do for padding if

your date holds you close Missy."

"I have just the thing," said Rene and she reached into a case

and removed several boxes. First she handed me a pink underwire bra to

put on. I was alarmed as it seemed to be a C cup bra. Even I knew

enough about bras to know that that was a bit large. I was really

shocked when Nancy came up behind me and unhooked the bra I was wearing

in front of Rene.

"Never mind Missy, said Rene, "I've seen girls of all shapes

and sizes." She and Nancy began to laugh as if at some private joke. I

put on the bra that Rene had given me and then from another box Rene

took out a pair of silicone breast forms. She brought them over and

fitted them into my bra. As they warmed to the same temperature as my

skin they quickly started to feel real. As I walked the jiggled

provocatively. They had very prominent nipples.

"There's just one more small detail," said Nancy. She held out

a lycra brief to me. "Go into the dressing room and put this on under

your panties", she said, "We don't want any repeat performances of this

afternoon Missy. Now do we?

No I did not. I went into the changing room and took off my

panties. I pulled the lycra brief up my smooth legs and when it was

pulled up and I was all tucked in I put my panties back on. I was

amazed at how feminine it made my body, and the feeling of my nylon

panties sliding across the lycra on my butt every time I moved along

with the jiggle of my breasts was incredible.

I sat down to put on my stockings. In my corset I had to sit

very straight. I pulled on the nylons and attached the garters. I loved

the way my legs felt in the nylons. They were so much more fun than

pantyhose.

When I put on my skirt I was amazed how easily it fit, I had to

use my belt to pull it in a little. When I turned in the mirror I saw

that I know had the hips and rear end of a woman, large and round with

a narrow waist. My tummy was flat and my skirt fell so as to give just

a hint of the feminine "V" it concealed. I now had breasts that were

much larger than before and seemed to really be a part of me. My

nipples shown through my blouse and I blushed as I closed my jacket

over them.

Nancy and I said goodbye to Rene and she hugged me, "Come back

anytime honey," she said.

After another short cab ride we were back at our hotel. Walking

through the lobby with my round hips swinging wide and my breasts

bouncing was a new experience. I had to work to keep from being too

wiggly. Men were turning thier heads and Nancy was smiling broadly at

me.

When we got in the elevator she said to me, "You had better

learn to control that sexy body of yours Missy. You were driving the

men wild with your "Jayne Mansfield" walk."

I was shattered. Now even my own body was starting to be beyond

my control.

We went to my room and I took of my jacket, blouse and skirt.

Nancy brought the little black dress from the closet. I slipped it over

my head and it just fit. It had a rather high neckline in front and

back but was flirtatiously short. The hem just covered the tops of my

nylons. My breasts were large and round and my nipples were there for

anyone to see. I put on my black pumps and then Cathy did my makeup

for evening. She just added a bit to my look from the salon and made my

eyes much more dramatic for evening. Shelly came into my room and

sprayed me with some heavenly perfume. She handed me a small beaded bag

and when I looked inside I found makeup, tampons, and condoms. I looked

up at Shelly but she just winked at me. I blushed crimson red as I

snapped the purse closed.

There was a knock on the door and I heard Nancy talking to

someone. "Missy, your date is here," she called out. Shelly and Cathy

went into a frenzy of primping and fussing over me. Finally they stood

back and I went to meet my date. He took my hand gently as I entered

the room and then held the door for me to leave.

"Have a good time you two, and don't worry about having Missy

in too early. Tomarrows seminar starts late so she can sleep in." said

Nancy.

My date put his hand on my waist as we walked to the elevator.

He told me he understood if I was a little shy and didn't talk much. He

told me he could talk enough for both of us. We went to a romantic

restaurant for dinner by candlelight. He ordered us an expensive wine

and after a few glasses I began to feel warm and fuzzy. I began to lean

closer to him as he talked.

After dinner we went to a nightclub and he asked me to dance.

When I pressed my breasts to him during a slow dance he held me close

for a moment and I could feel his hard cock pressed against me.

We drank and laughed and danced some more and soon it was late

and we were on our way back to the hotel. In back of the cab we kissed

in the dark . He was very patient and gentle with me and I felt like a

woman in every way. I touched his firm rod with my dainty hand. He was

huge. I wanted to be his woman.

We went upstairs and to the door of my room. He asked me if we

could see each other again the next night and I nodded my assent

demurely.

He took me in his arms and we kissed again but then he said

"Good Night, Missy". I was shocked. I was almost ready to ask him if he

wanted to come into my room when he turned on his heel and was gone. I

opened my door with trembling fingers and went inside. I sat at the

vanity and looked in the mirror. There was no trace of my male self

there. There was only a pretty, somewhat bewildered woman in a black

dress. The other women heard me come in and began to filter into my

room with a million questions. They helped me undress and Nancy

unlaced my corset. I put on my nightgown and we all sat around and

talked. I told them about what had happened.

"He's just being a gentleman honey, you don't see that every

day." said Shelly.

"That's right Missy," said Cathy. "Besides are you the kind of

girl who sleeps with a man on the first date?"

"I think she is," said Nancy with a sneer.

I didn't know what to think. I had never been attracted to men

before. Why was Missy falling in love with one?

I took off my makeup and applied some lotion to my hands. Cathy

and Shelly said goodnight and went back to thier rooms to go to bed.

Nancy lingered in my room.

"Come with me Missy," she said. I arose in my marabou slippers

and followed her into her suite.

We sat and she made us a drink and she began to speak. "I know

you expected more from your date tonight Missy. I am sure you don't

really understand why. I know your date well and I can assure you that

your second date won't end like the first."

"Missy, do you have any idea what might happen then?" Nancy

asked me.

I had to admit to her that I did not. I had an idea but it was

a murky thing that was not filled with much detail.

"I'm going to help you get ready," said Nancy. "Go get into my

bed."

I did as she told me and curled up in her big bed in my short

chiffon nightie. Nancy turned down all the lights and went into the

bathroom. My head was spinning at the events of yet another day in

dresses and my old self seemed far away. I was having trouble even

remembering his face.

I saw the bathroom door open and in the split second before

Nancy shut off the light I could see her silhouetted in the doorway.

She had something like a harness around her waist and as she turned I

saw a long shadow. The light went out and she came to the bed.

Nancy began to kiss me. As my eyes adjusted to the light I

could see that she was wearing a latex dildo. She guided my head down

to it untill I had the tip in my mouth. Nancy had me suck her latex

cock. As I was doing that she had begun to lubricate my ass. "I want

to be the first in your sissy pussy, Missy," she said. She began to

work her fingers in. First one then two. As I relaxed it started to

feel good. Nancy had me move to the center of the bed on my back and

then she put a pillow under my hips. She took my ankles into her hands

and raised my legs up into the air and there I was, in a position of

total submission to her.

She began to enter me, slowly at first. I did not think I could

take it and I started to whimper a little. "Be quiet bitch," said

Nancy. "Women go through this every day so you had better learn to like

it." With that she pressed deep into me and I let out a little cry.

Tears were running down my cheeks as she moved in and out of me,

pushing deeper with each thrust.

But soon the pain was replaced by something else. I started to

enjoy what was happening to me. I began to thrust my hips up to meet

Nancy as she drove her cock deep into me. Nancy stopped and pulled out

and had me get on my hands and knees. She entered me doggie style and

began a series of thrusts that drove me wild. She would slowly pull her

cock almost all the way out of my grasping sissy pussy and then drive

it deeply back into me. As she did this she reached around and took my

cock in her lubricated hand. She began to stroke into me in unison with

her hand moving up and down on my hard cock. Soon I was crying and

laughing and babbling my head off as Nancy rode me into the night.

Thje last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Nancy

inserting a tampon into my sissy pussy. "Just to remind you of me dear"

she whispered in my ear.

After my night with Nancy very little of my former life as a

man seemed to remain. I got up in a daze late in the night and went

back to my room. I slept fitfully and dreamt of Mr. Catch holding me

close and kissing me. But in my dream when I pulled back from his

embrace he had Nancy's face.

In the morning my bottom was a little sore but I had a golden

glow all over me. Nancy had brought me to orgasm after orgasm. She had

played the male role and did not allow me to assume anything but a

female posture during our night together. I had been swept away by the

ecstasy she brought me and the remaining male parts of me seemed to

have been swept away as well. I was her woman in every way now.

I sighed and got out of bed. I looked in the mirror. My

beautiful hair was a mess. But it was long and blond and curly with

pretty highlights. I brushed my fingers through it and saw my long red

nails. They made my hands appear thin, delicate, and feminine. A long

gold earring hung from each of my pierced lobes. Even without makeup

my face was very feminine with its thin high arched plucked brows. Just

enough residue of my lipstick remained to make my lips pink and

kissable. I could feel the tampon in my bottom and true to what she

had said it did remind me of Nancy.

I hated the way I looked, but not because I looked so feminine.

I hated the way I looked because I was so disheveled. I wanted to be

pretty again and I set out to do just that.

The seminar sessions didn't begin until almost noon so I had

plenty of time. I decided to begin with a long hot bath in my rooms

huge tub. The hotel had provided some sweet smelling bath oils and I

put all of them at once into the steaming water. I pinned up my hair as

best I could, took off my panties and nightie and slipped into the

tub. The hot water was divine and as I soaked I felt like I was

drifting on a cloud.

I soaped my legs and shaved them, taking my time. There was not

much hair to shave after my leg wax at the beauty parlor the previous

day but my pubic hair was still quite shaggy and wild. I lathered it

and shaved it. I kept making errors as I tried to even it out and by

the time I was finished only a small triangular patch remained.

I luxuriated in the hot scented water and began to lather my

body all over. As I lathered my breasts I lingered on them and my

nipples became erect. I was aroused again but in a very relaxed and

dreamy way. I could not help but touch myself and almost before I knew

it I was orgasming again. What was it about my new found femininity

that had left me so sexually charged? It was almost as if my libido had

been transformed as well as my appearance.

I was almost drifting off to sleep when Cathy came into the

bathroom. She did not speak, but just held out a big fluffy pink towel.

I stepped from the tub and Cathy wrapped the towel around me. Not

around my waist as a man would, but around my bust as a woman does. I

smiled at Cathy and she returned my smile and gave me a peck on the

cheek.

"Poor Missy, she said, I'm sure that you are just a bit

bewildered by now."

I was amazed at how perceptive she was, and how tender. She

really seemed to understand the state that my mind was in. I started to

talk and soon was spilling my guts to her telling her everything that

had happened to me. About how I was starting to love dressing and

living as a woman. My cab ride and oral violation the first night. My

night with Shelly. My innermost feelings about my date with Mr. Catch.

And, most embarrassingly, about my night with Nancy. Cathy just held

my hand and listened to me. When I described my night with Nancy and I

got to the part where she had stripped away my manhood a single tear

fell from my eye. Cathy wiped it away.

"Missy", said Cathy, "I really do understand what you are

going through, probably a lot more than you think I do. I know what, we

have a couple of hours before the session begins, lets go shopping.

That will perk you up. But no business suits. I have some clothes you

can borrow."

Cathy went to her room and returned with a cute pink silk

pantsuit. I put on my panties, bra, and adjusted my breast forms. I

put on my pantyhose and camisole. I put on the pantsuit. I loved the

way the silk felt against my skin. It seemed to caress my whole body in

a feminine sheath. Cathy sat me down and did my makeup. By now I was

doing some of it myself but not as quickly or as well as Cathy did.

The only shoes I had that matched where the pink 4" heels. I

put them on and looked in the mirror. I was a vision in pink. I was so

glad that Cathy had not made me wear my corset.

We went to the lobby, got a cab, and soon were at the mall. We

spent the next two hours talking and shopping up a storm. It seemed

like every store had a pretty dress that Cathy or I had to try on. We

looked at pairs of lovely shoes, and giggled as we compared pretty

panties at Victoria's Secret. At a huge stand selling earrings Cathy

bought a pair for me as a gift. They were delicate gold chains with a

tiny heart dangling at the end. She bought the matching ankle bracelet

for me as well and even clasped it around my ankle.

We visited all the makeup counters in the department stores and

I found I couldn't choose between what seemed like hundreds of colors

of lipsticks. I wanted them all! When I told Cathy this she smiled and

a sparkle came into her eye.

"Just like a woman," she said.

All too soon it was time to go back to the hotel and to the

afternoon session of the seminar. We carried our bags out to the taxi.

I was walking much easier in the white flats I had bought at the shoe

store. Cathy had loaned me the money.

We returned to our hotel and went upstairs to change. I took

off the pink silk pantsuit but hung it in my closet instead of

returning it to Cathy. She had told me to keep it in my closet for now.

Nancy came into my room as I stood there in my panties and bra.

She came over , and after glancing at the door to make sure we were

alone, she took my chin in her hand and she kissed me.

"I'll help you with your corset Missy", she said. She held out

the red satin garment to me. Nancy laced me into the corset and it was

even tighter than it had been before.

"Oh yes", she said into my ear, "Tighter and tighter as you

become corset trained Missy." Finally she was finished. I could hardly

breath and I wasn't sure I would be able to sit down. Nancy ordered me

to bend as best I could in my corset and remove my tampon. When I was

done she handed me a new one and waited while I inserted it. I was

terribly humiliated to have to do this in front of Nancy but she just

waved my complaints away.

Nancy helped me attach stockings to the garters of my corset

and then slid my camisole over my head. She brought my other suit from

the closet. This one was different from the one I had worn the day

before. It had a long flowing pleated skirt that came to just below my

knee. The blouse was pink satin with a big floppy collar tied into a

bow. The jacket was long and cut like a smock. I put it on and then my

2" black pumps a few gold bracelets and some rings and I was ready to

go. A glance in the mirror showed a very chic me looking back. A

little less formal than the suit I wore the first day but although it

was very feminine the look was all business.

Just before we left Shelly came in with a pair of women's

glasses. They were styled with very large lenses. Shelly gave them to

me and when I put them I found that the lenses were just glass. I

looked in the mirror and now with my glasses and chic suit I was every

inch the career girl. I squeezed Shelly's hand and whispered "thanks."

We went downstairs and just as we were entering the seminar Mr.

Catch came over and took my hand. He kissed me softly on the cheek and

said, "Hello, darling. You look lovely this morning." He told me that

he would be working late but wanted to get together after for drinks. I

murmured my pleased assent. I could feel my tampon as my sissy pussy

spasmed in anticipation of the night ahead.

We sat through the session and then as the seminar started to

come to an end we broke up into smaller groups. Everytime we went to

the ladies room Nancy handed me a new tampon.

Nancy took me with her into a room where a group of

businesswomen were meeting. Even though there were not that many women

in attendance at the seminar, once they were all in one room it was a

pretty good crowd of 30 or 40. I was accepted by them as a woman,

although a few of them did look at me a little strangely. I would see

them whispering amongst themselves and looking at Nancy and I.

We talked and networked. I got lots of complements from the

women on my nails and hair. I told them all about the little shop in

the lobby and Miss Gilda. Soon a group of us moved to the bar for

cocktails. The seminar was formally over now. In the morning we would

all be returning home. The thought of it made me sad. I started to

drink a little too much.

Soon we were all laughing and having a ball. The drinks were

flowing. When some of the girls began to demand that we go to a club I

was glad to go along. By now Cathy and Shelly had joined us and we were

all in a happy mood.

About six of us jumped in a car and several other cars filled

up the same way as our party was on the road. After only a few minutes

we arrived at the club. It was a strange sight though, only women were

in line at the door. As we got out of the cab and I looked more

closely at the club I could see why. It was ladies night, and the

entertainment was to be male strippers. I wasn't sure that was what I

wanted to see but I was taken in arm by Cathy and Shelly and marched

into the dark bar.

Cathy argued and insisted with the Hostess and soon we were

seated in the front row. The bar was filled with women from the seminar

and being surrounded by so many friendly faces made everyone even more

raucous. They began to chant for the dancers and when the lights went

down and the music began the crowd exploded. The first dancer was

dressed as a cowboy but he didn't have any pants on under his chaps. I

was almost knocked over when a woman rushed the stage to put money in

his skimpy briefs.

As the show went on I found myself drawn in and began to yell a

bit myself and once I even put some money in the jock of a long haired

California surfer type as he danced in front of me. He winked at me and

ground his hips in my direction as I put the bills in and I loved it.

The last dancer of the evening was a hunky latino in a Zorro

costume. Just as he began his act I felt a hand on my leg. It was

Cathy. She glanced at me and smiled as she moved her hand up my thigh.

She reached my panties and moved them down. She began to caress my

cock. It was very hard and stuck up out of my skirts as she kneaded it

lovingly.

I was having trouble maintaining my composure. The hunky

stripper, my feminine dress and role, and Cathy's hand were all making

me wild. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more the dancer moved

to the other side of the stage. The lights suddenly were shining on us

as we sat at our ringside table.

First one then another, then soon all of the women on the

other side of the stage could see what Cathy was doing under the table.

They could see what she had in her hand.

The dancer saw too and began to dance towards me in a very

suggestive way. The women were shrieking with delight now and as they

did I orgasmed with more power than I ever had before. I spewed white

cum all over and even reached the edge of the stage with a few drops.

I thought I would pass out for sure this time. Everything got

very hazy. When I regained my senses Nancy was hustling me towards the

door. Women were patting me on the back and telling Nancy how much they

loved her little surprise. Others were shouting "Where can I get one

like that honey" and "Your boyfriend is so sweet."

Nancy got me to the street and to a cab and soon we were back

at the hotel. I had never been so humiliated. After all the things that

had happened to me since I got off of the plane, this was the one that

really broke my spirit. To be exposed, in front of all those women, as

a man in a dress. It was just too much.

Nancy held my hand and said soothing things to me. She told me

that the women would keep my secret. She had told some of them

beforehand that I was a transsexual, so even though I had male organs,

they thought of me as a woman.

Almost before my tears were dry Nancy took me to her bed and

made me submit to her again. I was too weak to resist as once again she

pushed her strap on dildo deep into me. Afterwards she held me and

gently kissed me for a while.

Soon we got up and I went to get ready for my date with Mr.

Catch. Nancy pushed a tampon covered with lubricant into my sissy

pussy. I hoped I could hold it in. She said I would find out later what

it was for.

I decided to wear the pink silk pantsuit that I had borrowed

from Cathy. But even though I was wearing pants Nancy made me leave my

nylons on and also made me wear my 4" pink heels. She touched up my

makeup and put my hair up in a semi-formal way. High on top held up

with pins and lots of loose tresses falling down.

A soft knock at the door and my date had arrived. He took my

hand and kissed me lightly. He stepped back and looked at me and said.

"Missy, you look good enough to eat."

"Well honey," said Nancy, "The night is still young."

We left and went to the bar. My date could see I was a little

down about something and began to entertain me with little jokes and

stories. He complemented me over and over again. Soon I was feeling

better. We decided to leave the bar and went to a club to dance. We

began barhopping. My date seemed to know every little whole in the wall

dive in town. We had been in one place for a few minutes before my eyes

adjusted to the light. I looked around at the crowd but something

wasn't quite right.

Then it hit me. All of the women were men. Some of them were

quite beautiful and some had breast implants and were flaunting them

in low cut dresses. My date was sitting very close to me now and as he

looked in my eyes he said, "I think you should know that Nancy told me

all about you. I know your little secret. I don't care. In fact, you

are the woman of my dreams." As he said this his hand had gone onto my

silk pants. His fingertip had come to rest just on the outside of my

sissy pussy. He applied just enough pressure there for me to feel it.

I started crying then as he kissed me deeply. I melted into his

arms and we kissed again. Hidden by the booth we were in he pushed one

of his fingers deep into me.

"Let's get out of here" he said. As we walked from the club he

held me close and one of his hands caressed my rear possessively. In

the cab we could not keep our hands from each other as we kissed. My

nails lingered over his hard cock and when I lowered my lips to it in

the dark he shuddered.

Back at the hotel we went to his room and again I melted in his

arms. We sat on the bed and caressed and he began to slowly undress me.

He took off my pantsuit, bra and breastforms and began to kiss and

nibble on my nipples. I held his head to my breast and cooed. He

pulled down my panties and gently pushed me back onto his big bed. He

kissed and caressed every inch of me. He began to probe into my sissy

pussy and when he found my tampon he pulled it out. He took my cock

into his mouth as his fingers went deep into me. He couldn't wait

another minute. His strong arms were around my waist and then my legs

were spread wide as he entered me. My sissy pussy was wide and waiting.

The lubricant from the tampon had made me that way. Even though his

cock was huge it slid in easily and I began to moan with pleasure

immediately.

We made love far into the night and each time was a new phase

of ecstasy. He was gentle but all man. He made sure I was satisfied

over and over. He filled me deeply and made me beg for more.

Morning came all too soon. I gathered my clothes and kissed

his sleeping forehead as I left to go back to my room. I felt something

dribbling down my leg. It was my lovers cum. I put in a tampon as soon

as I reached my room.

I sat down at my vanity and looked at the woman in the mirror.

I was lost in thought when the phone rang. It was the front desk,

calling for my male self. They didn't recognize my soft feminine voice

as the one they were seeking. They told me that some luggage had been

found. Should they send it over to the hotel?

I told them to forget about the whole thing. The gentlemen in

question had checked out.

Epilogue

Eleven months, three weeks, and 5 days later my heels clicked

smartly on the floor as I walked down the corridor to Nancy's office.

My breasts ached as they jiggled but at least the soreness was mostly

gone now. In the three months since I had my implant surgery I had not

been able to really enjoy my new breasts but now I was feeling much

better. And what better place to show them off then at the seminar in a

new, sexy, lowcut outfit. I was on my way to a meeting with Cathy,

Nancy, and a new employee who would be joining us this year.

Shelly has gone on to become supervisor of our northeast

division. I have been promoted into her old job. I still see Mr. Catch

whenever he comes to town. He spends the weekend and we sometimes don't

wear a stitch of clothing the entire time except for me modeling sexy

lingerie.

Cathy had to take a leave of absence this year. She had major

surgery. It wasn't until we became roommates after last years seminar

that I found out something about my friend Cathy. She was a pre-op

transsexual. Now she is a woman. The same thing I will be after my

surgery this year.

Nancy keeps tormenting me and putting off the date. She says

Mr. Catch likes me the way I am. And by the way, we did get his

account.

The meeting began and we all had our luggage ready as per

Nancy's instructions. If our new employee was wondering why he had to

have his luggage ready the day before the flight he didn't say

anything. Just as I hadn't said anything the previous year. I saw

Nancy sizing up his bags. She even took a Polaroid of them for

reference when no one was looking but me.

As we were chatting he asked, "What should I wear on the

flight?"

"Oh, something casual," I told him. "You will have lots of

opportunities to dress up at the seminar."

We ladies all laughed.

The End

By SalonGirl