thing that was my only clothing.

And the laughter started again, ringing in my ears long after they were out of sight.

Lying there, scrunched up in that small but strong wire box, I wondered whatall this could possibly be leading up to. Claire certainly had some strange ideas! Where did she ever get the notion of clipping the keys to my cage to me this way, and what on earth did she have planned? I felt my heart thumping with fear and worry and forced myself to calm down. Tomorrow, I told myself, tomorrow all this will be over. And whatever humiliation they have planned for you, you can see that they get it back in spades once you're back in the driver's seat, with Mavis' book at your mercy. Until then....

Well, until then, I just waited, boxed up in the middle of the greenhouse, caged, curvaceous and seductively clad. And somehow I managed to sleep.

I awakened the next morning to the sensation of numbing cramps in my doubled-up arms and legs. Bright sunlight filtered through the greenery surrounding me and dusty shafts of it stabbed into my mascaraed eyes. And voices were calling to me.

"Patty! Wake up, precious!"

I blinked awake, suddenly remembering where I was and how I was! Still feeling the pinch of the key chain clipped to my nose, I looked up to see who was calling.

"Oh good; you're awake! And don't you look sweet!" It was Roger and Dave. THe two transvestites swished up to me, their hands behind their backs, still dressed in the baby-doll nighties they'd worn the night before. "Unnh!" I blinked into full wakefulness, noting with some surprise that my voice sounded completely feminine even when I wasn't thinking of altering it. "G-Good morning," I also still seemed to have my servile manners. "W-where are my friends?"

"Oh, they just left," Roger grinned down at me, "They said they couldn't wait for little Sleepy-head!" "Left!" I gasped. "But they can't! I mean-I've got to get back to the City with them! My wallet and keys are at Mavis'place! Let me out!"

"All right Sweet," Dave's eyes twinkled with suppress-

ed amusement. "Just hand us the keys!"

Desperately, I tugged, trying to get my arms out from under me. I held my breath to make myself smaller

and wiggled this way and that, sending my tits and ass into convulsive jiggles. But it was no use. Squirm as

I might, I just couldn't get my hands to reah the key chains that hung from my own nose and crotch.

"I can't!" I wailed, "I can't move my arms!" "well we certainly can't reach in and get them," Roger simpered, "Not like this!" And he turned, displaying his cuffed hands behind his back.

So that was Claire's plan! the way she had locked

me in this cage, and the keys in with me, it might take hours to get out! And meantime, the girls would be catching the bus back to the City, leaving me stuck out here in this borrowed finery, looked after by these two outrageous homo's!

"No!" I squealed angrily, "No! There must be a way! Haven't you got something you can stick through the wires?"

The minute I said it, I regretted it. But it was too late. The looks on the masculine faces of my two transvestite hosts told me they knew the solution to my problem all along.

"As a matter of fact, Dear," Dave smirked, tugging down his panties as Riger followed suit, "I do have something that will fit between the wires," His cock sprang free of the panties as they dropped to his knees. "And so does Roger!"

"Oh no!" I whimpered, "I didn't mean... isn't there something else?"

"Of course there is, Patty," Roger spoke to me as you would to a child. "We can go to the broom closet in the kitchen and get something. But I'm afraid that would take quite some time, and your girlfriends said when they left that they just had time to walk the two miles to the Highway before the bus came. So it's up to you, Dear: Do you want us to spend all that time, or shal we just use the means at hand here?"

"And remember," Dave prompted, "If you miss the bus, you can always stay here with us a while longer!" Burning with shame, I forced myself to say through clenched teeth,

"All right."

"All right What, Dear?"

"Put-put your things in here, and I'll try to

hang the chains on them."

"Our what?" Roger giggled.

"Y-You know, "I murmured, shame-faced.