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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

Janet was a neighbor of mine who I had know for about 4 years.
She was widowed with 2 daughters both being in their early
thirties. I Guessed Janet to be in her late forties as she
had told me that she had married young,right out of High
school and started her family early in life. Although she is
in her forties and a slightly overweight, her full figured
body was every bit as attractive to me as a twenty year old
hardbody. I'd say part of her attractiveness came from the
fact that she always dressed very feminine and classy and took
meticulous care in how she presented herself in public. She
always wore make-up maybe a bit heavy by some peoples
standards but it really complimented her features. She wore
her blond hair in somewhat of a 50's style in that it was
always in some kind of a flip or it was teased to one side or
the other, but it was always well coiffed. It was only on the
coldest days of winter that I ever saw her wear pants, always
dresses, skirts, suits, high-heels etc. She even wore tube
dresses or sun dresses and high heels of some kind when she
did her yard work. (Not necessarily spikes but wedge heeled
mules or wedge heeled ankle tie espridles). Although not very
close friends we had discussed her love life briefly in our
conversations. She had told me that her husband had died
young of a heart attack. I had made a comment that a
beautiful woman such as herself should have no trouble finding
another husband. She said that although she had dated a
number of men since her husbands death she just wasn't
interested in sex with them She said one suitor even bought
her a new Lincoln, fur coat, clothes etc., she just didn't
want sex with him. He hung around for a few years but I guess
his hormones got the best of him and he moved on.

A few months ago as I drove past Janet's house I
noticed a sign for a Garage sale. I decided to stop to see
what kind of goodies she was selling. She had told me that
her deceased husband was a self-employed brick layer and an
avid outdoorsman and had quite a few tools and sporting goods
that had lain dormant since his death. I thought I would stop
and see if there were any tools or equipment that I could use
in my own business. Janet was in the driveway discussing the
lawn furniture that was for sale with a young couple and there
were 2 or 3 people milling about in the garage. Janet looked
exquisite. She had on a white halter dress with black polka
dots, beige hose, and black and white spike heeled spectator
pumps. Her blond hair was pulled back behind her right ear
and held in place by a black flowered barrette. Black
earrings, necklace and bangles completed her outfit. I walked
up the driveway and was greeted by a friendly hello and a
brief conversation on my way to the garage.

"Oh by the way the tools I told you about are still in
the basement" Janet called out. "Just go in the house and
take the basement stairs ...to the left...you'll find them,
I'll be down as soon as I'm done out here."

I looked about the garage for a few minutes and decided
there was nothing there that I couldn't live without so I
proceeded to the back door, opened it and took the stairs to the
left (the only way to go) and descended them. The stairway
opened to a large recreation room complete with bar, pool table,
poker table and lounge area. To the left of the stairs was a
Field stone wall with a heavy oak door about 5 feet from the
bottom of the stairs. I thought to myself "If the rec room is on
the right then the workshop must be on the left as she said". I
walked to the door and twisted the handle to open it. the door
opened to a pitch black room. I felt to the right for a light
switch and found a bank of 5 or 6 switches and dimmers. I grabbed
2 of them and switched them on. I don't know what shocked me
more, the audible gasp from my throat or the sight before my
eyes. I was standing in the entrance to a dungeon that would
make the Marquis himself proud. The room was about 25' x 15' The
track lighting illuminated several sections of Bondage and
Punishment accessories along the wall on which the door was
attached. The wall opposite the door was mirrored for most of
it's length. The wall to the right of the door contained a
Fieldstone fireplace and the reflection from the mirrored wall
told me there was a bed against the wall to the left of the door.
I stepped into the room and turned to my left where I found a
Platform style bed with 4 posts and a wooden frame work attached
to the top of the posts. There was a mirror on the ceiling above
the bed. The bed frame had rings attached at numerous points
around the perimeter and to the posts and the overhead frame
work. The room contained 2 horses for bondage, one was short and
one a bit higher. There was a St. Andrews Cross, a set of Stocks
and a set of suspension pulleys complete with electric winch.
The walls contained a large array of restraints, hoods, gags,
whips, Latex toys of all kinds. My mind was a blur. I had
stumbled into a submissives' paradise and right here in my
neighbor's basement.

"The workshop is behind the stairs on the other side of
the basement."

The voice made me jump out of my skin and brought me back
to earth. I spun around to see Janet standing in the doorway. I
don't know who was more surprised but I felt myself flush with
embarrassment at discovering Janet's secret place.

Janet turned off the lights, turned, and walked out the
door. I took two steps and became painfully aware that my dick
was fighting to find a way out of it's tight confines and doing
an admirable job at that. I had played basketball earlier with
some friends and all I had on was a pair of thin nylon running
shorts that were now obscenely deformed. As I followed Janet
across the basement to the workshop, I tried to re-adjust myself
so as to be less noticeable. (Yeah right, like hiding an Oak tree
in a meadow.) Janet opened the door to the workshop and I
followed her in. She showed me some of the tools and sporting
goods she wanted to sell but frankly she could have been showing
me Diamonds and Jewels and I wouldn't have noticed. My mind was
still in that dungeon. I mumbled something to the effect that I
would have to think about it and I would get back to her if I
decided to buy anything. With that we left the workshop and
started up the stairs with Janet leading the way. She reached
the landing at the top of the stairs, stopped and turned to face
me. She glanced up and down my body then looked straight into my
soul and said

"You are very excited about my playroom and the things
that go on in there, aren't you."

Although it was more of a statement than a question, my
head nodded.

"If you're interested in playing with me, and be willing
to play by my rules be here tomorrow morning at 10:00 sharp.
Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

With that said she turned on her heel and walked through
the door and into the garage. I stood there a few seconds trying
to digest what I had just heard then proceeded up the stairs and
out into the garage. Janet was talking to some buyers and made
no acknowledgment of what just transpired between us as I made my
way to my truck for the short drive to my house. I glanced back
over my shoulder at the shapely woman who was about to take
control of me. Tomorrow would not come soon enough.

I awoke with a start the next morning. I didn't sleep
much in anticipation of the events to come. I looked at the
clock and it said 8:00 a.m. I got up and put a pot of coffee on
then went for a shower & shave. The weather was warm but a bit
cloudy I decided to wear a pair of yellow nylon running shorts
and a black mesh tank top and running shoes. I left for the
short walk to Janet's house about 9:45 to give me time to make a
detour to the corner store for cigarettes and a flower for her.
As I exited the store the clouds were very threatening, rain was
imminent. I was about a hundred yards from Janet's when the skys
opened up. The short run didn't prevent me from looking like the
proverbial drowned rat as I presented myself at her door. A
shiver went through me as I rang the bell at precisely 10:00.

Janet opened the door and ushered me in. She took one
look at me and said,

"This changes my plans bit. We've got to get you out of
these wet clothes and dried off. Actually this fit right in with
my plans, we'll just move things ahead a little faster."

She was wearing a Black Satin skirt, very tight about 3"
above the knee and a White piarate style silk blouse wit button
front. her legs were encased in suntan hose with black satin
sandals strapped to her feet. Her blood red toenails exposed
through the sandal foot hose beneath the straps at the toes of
her sandals. A wide leather belt with a gold buckle encircled her
waist. Her hair could only be described as "BIG", It was
precisely coiffed with every hair in place. Her make-up was very
dark, like something you would wear only "after 6:00". Dark
liner delicately encircled her eyes, Heavy mascara gave her
lashes the look of 2 brushes ready to sweep away any apprehension
I may have felt. Her lips were a deep red, painted to match her
toes and talon like fingernails. The sweet smell of her perfume
caused my head to swim at the vision standing before me.

"Go upstairs to the bedroom on the left and go into the
bathroom, take your clothes off and relax in the bubble bath I
have drawn for you. I'm going to get us some Brandy. I realize
it's a little early in the day, but it will warm you up." she
said.

I ascended the stairs and went into the bedroom. The
room was very large and decorated in a very feminine manner.
Thick, deep pile shag carpeting decorated the floor. There was a
canopy bed at one end, a large mirrored and lighted make-up
vanity, a couch and entertainment center with T.V. & V.C.R. Two
large closets with mirrored doors ran the full width of the
bedroom wall. The bathroom was also very large there was
whirlpool bath for two in one corner with mirrored walls on two
sides, a shower stall, commode, bidet', and 2 basin sink
completing the remainder of the room.

The whirlpool was already filled and a test of the water
felt very comfortable. I stripped off the wet shorts and top and
stepped into the tub and relaxed, contemplating the activities to
come. The water was very warm and soothing. Any anxiety I had
felt was slowly draining from my body as I soaked in the warm
scented water.

The click of Janet's high heels across the marble floor
brought me back to reality. She was carrying a silver tray with
2 Snifters of Brandy. She sat the tray down on the counter and
handed me a snifter.

"To an amusing afternoon of pleasure and play" she
toasted.

"To my beautiful playmate." I replied and took a sip of
the Brandy.

The warm liqueur tasted smooth as it went down my throat,
the perfect compliment of inner warmth to the hot bubble bath I
lay in.

Janet sat on a vanity stool across from the tub. She
crossed her legs and the slit of her skirt rode up slightly to
reveal her shapely thigh. She chatted about her interest in B&D,
Some of the scenes she and her husband used to do, some early
experiences she had before she a was married etc. She was one
Kinky lady, I began to wonder if I had "Taken on more than I
could chew". All the while she talked I sipped the Brandy. I
told her of some of my experiences with B & D and some of the
Mistresses I had visited over the years. How my ex-wife and I
tried it a few times but it wasn't of much interest to her and
she thought those games were silly.

"Have you ever been transformed into a woman?"

Janet's question caught me by surprise. Although I had
experimented with some lingerie and panties in some of the
sessions I had, complete transformation was not a part of the
past. But the thought did intrigue me.

"With your slim features you could be a very sexy bitch.
We could have a lot of fun." she said. "I've seen the way you
look at me and it's a look I've seen in the eyes of friends who
like to dress-up. It has been a very long time since I've played
with my own doll and today I'm going to do just that."

I probably would have jumped out of that tub a beat feet
at that statement but surprisingly I was very relaxed VERY
relaxed. Too relaxed to move. My arms and legs felt like lead.
What the hell was going on?

" I didn't know how you would react to my plans and
frankly I didn't care because we were going to do this weather
you wanted to or not. I was hoping to convince you to do this
without having to drug you, but when you showed up on the
doorstep soaked, I decided to put my plan into effect a little
quicker and I needed a little...shall we say... helper, to
implement my plan."

The Brandy, it was spiked.

"Don't worry, it's only a very mild muscle relaxant and
it will wear off in a little while with no side effects. My
girlfriend, a Doctor mixed it up and has found it to be very
effective in these types of situations. Now lie back and enjoy.
When I'm finished, you won't know yourself."

Janet stood up and started to remove her blouse. She
revealed a very sexy black camisole when her blouse was removed.
She was braless under the camisole and her breasts looked
surprisingly firm for an older woman as they swayed beneath the
flimsy fabric. She hung the blouse on a hook on the back of the
bathroom door and walked to the counter top and removed a
covering from a tray of items. She brought the tray over to the
tub and placed it on the edge. The tray contained a razor,
shaving cream, and depilatory.

"You have very little body hair so this shouldn't take
too long." she said. "You'll love the feeling of a hairless
body. It's sooo smooth and silky."

She reached in the water and picked my right leg out of
the tub and dried it with a big bath towel then spread a thick
layer of depilatory on it's entire length. While my leg hair
started to dissolve she started on my right arm. Then my chest
hair. (What little there was). When my leg was ready she had me
put it back in the tub to rinse away the cream and along with it
my hair. What emerged was a smooth and silky limb, very feminine
looking. She had me turn around in the tub and proceeded to do
my left leg and arm. She help me to a kneeling position and
spread a thick layer of cream around my cock and balls to
complete a totally hairless look. When she was finished the only
hair on my body was the hair on my head and my eyebrows. She
went to the shower stall and started a shower.

"Rinse yourself off under the warm water, then apply this
moisturizer to your entire body, then come into the bedroom for
the next step. There will be a robe for you when you get out of
the shower. Wear it."

Janet helped me out of the tub and I walked to the shower
and got in. The water was warm and felt good on my now hairless
skin. The effects of the drug were starting to wear off but the
desire to submit to this woman wasn't. I got out of the shower
and dried off with the fluffy towel I found on the counter and
spread the scented cream on my body. A black Silk robe was
draped on the chair and I picked it up and put it on. The smooth
fabric felt very sensuous next to my hairless skin. I walked out
of the bathroom and into the bedroom to find Janet seated at the
make-up table at the other end of the room. She got up from the
swivel chair and motioned for me to sit at the table. The table
contained enough make-up to stock a Merle Norman store. Janet
opened a drawer on the vanity and produced some leather straps.
She buckled a strap around each wrist, fastening them to the arms
of the chair. Two more straps went around my upper arms
fastening them to the back of the chair. She strapped my ankles
together and pulled them back to the center post of the chair.
Janet stood behind me and ran her hands down the side of my face,
over my shoulders and down my arms and back up again. Her tits
were against my upper back and I could feel her hard nipples
through the silky fabric of her camisole and my silk robe. My
cock began to stiffen.

" This is going to be fun." she commented as a smile
spread across her face. "I can do wonders with this face and
body. The next time you look in the mirror a hot and sexy bitch
will stare back at you."

Janet turned the chair away from the mirror and cupped my
face in her hand, inspecting my features more closely. She
reached behind me and came back with a tube of foundation. She
placed a small dot on my cheek and on my forehead. Not happy
with the results she tried another. Satisfied with the shade,
she dotted the foundation all over my face, concealer went under
my eyes then she smoothed and blended both with a sponge. She
brushed shading under my chin, in the hollows of my cheeks and on
the sides of my nose. Highliter went on the bridge of my nose,
upper cheekbones forehead and chin. Over this she applied a
translucent powder with a large brush to my entire face. Janet
went to work on my eyes next. She tweezed my eyebrows to thin
them to a more feminine arch then filled them in with a dark
brown pencil. Next came the mascara on both the upper and lower
lashes. She used two colors of shadow on my eyes, then more
mascara. She used black pencil to darken the outer corners of my
lower lids, then more mascara.

"I'm going to give you a daytime look for now. We have a
few hours before my friends arrive. That will give us some time
to play and get you adjusted to your new position." Janet said.
"I don't get to play very often and of the late I've been a guest
at some parties and tonight it's my turn to host. But don't
worry I'm only having 3, maybe 4 people over so it will be a
small, but VERY intimate get together. Later I'll make some
modifications to your make-up and wardrobe so it is more
appropriate for the evening."

This was getting very kinky. Not only was I going to
submit to a woman for some bondage and some domination, but now
she was turning me into a girl AND she was going to show me to
some of her friends. Just how bizarre was this lady?

She put blush on my cheeks and lined my lips with pencil,
then filled them in with a pale red color.

"Let's see....I think we'll make you a blonde. Blondes
do have more fun you know. " A broad smile came across her face
as she made her way to one of the two closet doors. She came
back with a shoulder length blonde wig on a head form and placed
it on the vanity behind me. Janet combed and pulled my hair back
and covered my head with a cap to hold my hair in place. She put
the wig on and pinned it in place with about a dozen bobby pins.
The wig was basically straight with the bottom curled outward.
Janet returned to the closet and a few moments later emerged
carrying panties, stockings, corset, and a pair of High Heeled
pumps.

"I'm going to un-tie you now but don't you DARE look in
the mirror until you're dressed. I love a surprise and if you
spoil it for me I'll skin your ass but good."

She undid the straps binding me to the chair and told me
to stand. It was tough not to look in the mirror but her tone of
voice told me she was serious about her threat. I'm not into
heavy S&M so I played like the blind monkey. She had me step
into a pair of panties. They were a thong style and when the
back was in place they were snuggled up the crack of my ass.
They were too tight to contain my cock and balls. Janet got
some ice from the bucket next to the bed. She reached down with
a handful of ice chips and cupped my cock and balls. I about
jumped out of my skin from the sensation and in no time I shrank
to the size of a 2 yr. old. She massaged my balls back into
their body cavity, and pushed and folded my shriveled dick into a
small package resembling a vagina, then pulled the panties up in
place. Looking down all I saw was a tight mound with no sign of
my male equipment. She had a smile on her face looking at the
place where my cock and balls now resembled a pussy.

"That's a very nice tuck, very nice indeed." she
commented. "A big cock is good for some things, but when it
comes to my girls, I like them small."

I felt a little embarrassed at her last comment but at
the same time pleased that she liked what I was offering under
the circumstances.

Janet picked the corset off the bed and placed it around
my waist. The corset was made of a heavy black satin with 8
adjustable garters attached to the hem. When it was around my
waist it went from just above my hip bone to a line about even
with my nipples at the side of the corset. The front of the
corset was cut to cup the breast tissue and compress it to form a
natural bust line.She struggled for a few moments to get the
front busk closed. I had worn a garter belt a couple of times
and had been in a waist chincher once, but this corset was really
tight, or so I thought. Janet walked behind me and started
fooling with the laces on the back of the corset. She pulled the
laces and I immediately felt my waist shrinking tighter. She
walked up and down the corset twice to pull in my waist to the
proper feminine form.

"Can you breath ok?" she asked.

"It's a little tight." I replied.

"Good...It's supposed to be just a little too tight.
You'll get used to it in a little while when it starts to
compress your waist. Tonight before our guests arrive I"ll
readjust it tighter. But for now I'll allow your body to adjust
to it's new size."

She picked up the stockings and rolled the legs down to
the toes. I lifted my right leg and inserted my foot into the
silky fabric. Janet rolled the smooth sheath up my leg and
fastened it to the hanging garters. The feeling of her smooth
hands on my nylon encased leg caused my cock to squirm in its
tight confines. She repeated the process with the other leg.
Janet t returned to the closet and brought out a black Lycra
Spandex halter dress. She helped me into it and fastened the
neck strap behind my neck. The hem was about 4" above the knee
and rather tight. Janet stepped in front of me and added a pair
of gold hoop earrings to my lobes. She had me step into the
Black Patent High Heels.

"These are 4" heels and they should allow you to adjust
easily to the height." Tonight I have a pair of 5 1/2" spike
heels for you to wear while you entertain our guests."

She primped and played with my wig and my clothes for a
few seconds then looked me up and down.

"Ok, were ready for your debut. Turn around and look at
the new you."

I turned around and couldn't believe what I saw. There
was a georgeous and obviously sexual woman that stared back from
the reflection in the mirror. Gone were any physical features of
the man hidden beneath the layers of feminine finery. My normal
32" waist was compressed to about 28" and my 40" chest was now
sporting B cup size breasts from the corset's compression. My
hairless, nylon clad legs enhanced by the 4" pumps were enough to
make any high fashion model cry with envy. Janet's reflective
smile from over my shoulder told me she was very pleased with her
work.

"It would be a shame to take you to the dungeon and mess
up your pretty make-up so soon. Why don't we go downstairs to
the bar and have a drink while you adjust to your new girl self."
she said. "Go down to the basement and fix us a drink, pour me a
double White Russian and fix whatever you want for your self,
I'm going to change into something more appropriate for today's
fun." I walked out of the room and down the stairs to the first
floor. I passed a full length mirror in the hall on the way to
the basement and couldn't help but notice the fox that reflected
back. I stopped for a moment to admire the vision that stared
back. That vision convinced me that I would follow whatever
uncharted path my Mistress would lead me down.