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

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