MAID TO SUBMIT!

I should never have argued with her. How can you argue about something like this? I look in the mirror. Joan was right. Any man can look like a woman. With the right hairstyle, the right make-up and the right clothes. But I feel so stupid. Even though I know I don't look so bad.

I touch my curly hair. Will I ever get it straight...will she let me? I stare at the crimson lips...my tongue licks them experimentally. I can actually feel the lipstick! Heavy and cloying...as though I'm wearing someone else's mouth! But it's the cleavage that makes my cheeks burn. The breast-harness is invisible beneath the nightie...but it's effect is devastating! With a quick glance towards the door I reach up and cup one full and convincing breast through my nightie. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Is this part of her plan? I did wonder why she chose a nightie rather than a frock or blouse. Does she expect me to act the part of a woman in bed?

Bizarre as the thought is...it excites me! I can feel my penis forcing itself against the knickers of the baby-doll night set. My fingers run up to the top of it...my mouth is dry and I feel hot. I touch the stiff lace trim...I stroke the slope of white breast.

PINAFORE PUNISHMENT!

His wife opened the box of clothing. She produced a pair of pale blue knickers. Old-fashioned high-waisted knickers made of the finest sheerest silk. Cobwebs of jet black lace decorated the front contrasting nicely with the pale blue silk. She held them up by the elasticated waistband. He could see that even this was trimmed with the same frothy black lace. And the sides were embellished with tiny ribbon bows of black satin. They were beautiful knickers, ultra feminine and very sexy. As she raised them up he could see right through the delicate fabric.

"These are for you," She told him calmly, "these are for my wife..Shirley!"

The words hung in the air. Their eyes locked. And he was the first to look away. Once more she had won.

"Can't we talk about this Betty." He whispered, "We both know I'm not your wife...and my name isn't Shirley!"

Betty gave him the box of clothes and pointed to the bedroom. "I want you to wear everything in this box...and they we can talk!" Her voice was firm and he saw she was serious. He picked up the box..and walked reluctantly to the bedroom. Alone in the bedroom he opened the box. He bit his lip as he saw the expensive blue frock. Silk taffeta! And shimmering silk underwear! He almost moaned when he saw the lace and satin bra...an old fashioned fifties style...its cone shaped cups jutting arrogantly upwards. It was a perfect match to the high-waisted blue and black knickers. He took a deep breath..and very slowly he began to strip.

DILDO DOMINATION!

He sat up in her huge double bed and watched the fat grey-haired matron approach. As her eyes swept over his body he blushed a deep crimson. He was wearing a powder blue nightdress made of sheer silk and her eyes glittered with lust at the sight of small breasts. She sat on the bed and it creaked and groaned under her weight. "You've been wonderful darling. You've worn a nightdress..you've dressed like a woman, and you've made love like a woman."

Her massive breasts heaved with excitement as she slid one huge fat thigh over his body. When her knees straddled his face he thought he knew what she wanted. He kissed her inner thigh as she fumbled with the fastening of her corset.

"Now I ask just one more thing from you. This."

He blinked as she pulled it free from her crotch. It was a dildo! A monstrous, black, rubber penis!

"No..oh no!" He whispered.

"YES!" She told him harshly, "You WILL! Open your mouth!"

He stared at her, and shok his head. His eyes glued to this terrible sight.

She cuffed him smartly. "DO IT!"

And he obeyed! He moaned softly, girlishly, and parted his soft pink lips. She slid the thick rubber dildo into his mouth. DEEP! He almost gagged as she whispered, "Taste it. SUCK it. Get it nice and wet!"

BREASTS AND BONDAGE!

Nurse Jill stands over him. With hands on hips she stares down, her breasts thrusting arrogantly from under her red plastic dress. When he fails to look up she cuffs him angrily. "Crying isn't going to help." She throws a hand mirror into his lap, "Have a good look! Is that your mouth? Is it a man's mouth?"

Jim holds the mirror in shaking hands, his brow creases as he surveys the face that was once his. They have made his mouth smaller, the lower lip fuller. It is a pursed, pouting, little-girl mouth. A tear rolls down his powdered cheeks.

She bends down angrily, "These are real! There can be no going back! Feel them damn you!" And she squeezes the soft breasts through his shiny pink and white bra. Her fingers rip the shoulder straps down over his shoulders. Jim's breasts spring free, they wobble enticingly between them, tugging at his chest wall like alien creatures someone has stuck to his chest.

"Tell me you hate them!" She whispers thickly as her fingers tweak his already erect nipples.

Hot tears of shame burn his eyelids as he realises that his once-male body is betraying him. waves of lust swamp his thoughts.

DILDO DUNGEON!

I entered the cellar. The two uniformed maids stepped back as I approached the rubber-sheeted table. Mike was on his back, naked except for a pair of white silk panties and strapped to the table by several thick leather straps. He was still unconscious.

"Is everything ready?" I asked.

Sally curtsied prettily saying "Yes Miss. I have the suction pads and I have his new brassiere ready."

I stared down at Mike's chest. His new breasts were not big...he'd be about a thirty-six B I estimated, but they were undeniably female breasts. I turned to Alice saying; "Has he seen them yet?"

She shook her head. "No Miss. He's been out-cold since the operation."

I smiled. "Then he's in for a shock...but not until he's experienced the pleasure that goes with real breasts. When you hook him up to the breast-suckers make sure he can't see his chest."

Alice frowned. "But surely he'll feel them Miss?" She answered doubtfully.

I grinned wolfishly; "Oh yes...he'll know something has gone wrong...but he won't be certain...and by the time he does see them he'll know just what we can do for him."