was completely nude except for my bonds.

"Isn't she lovely like that?" sylvia sighed, "I wish we could just keep her this way forever!"

"That would hardly be fair, Syl," Mavis said, "After all, we did promise to leave Patty alone here and provide her with clothing and camping gear. I don't know if she'll be able to find them, but that's her look out. Still, I suppose we should dress her in something.... I have it!"

I felt myself suddenly being supported by Claire (I think) who was standing behind me encircling me with her strong arms, cupping my massive breasts lovingly in her hands. And while she did this, someone else was putting shoes on my feet. Tight shoes, with stout buckles on my ankles, and heels at least five inches high!

"Mmmrrurgh!" I whimpered as I tried to stand in these things. I lurched forward, feeling my breasts and bottom jiggle wildly with every move. A hearty gale of feminine laughter hit my ears as I stumbled about.

. "Charming!" I heard Mavis' voice somewhere in front of me. "Now perhaps a bit of ornamentation--" I felt something tight and silky being slid up my leg, to the thigh, "--It's a garter, Darling, a very lovely thing of blue silk and white lace! And it looks simply charming on you! Oh my, I think our bus is coming! Just time to say goodbye."

three soft and feminine bodies pressed against me and I felt hot kisses on my lips, throat, breasts, as warm hands ran up and down my nudity. I would have gasped with desire if I could have opened my mouth! Then Mavis whispered,

"I'll give you a chance, Sweet; The camping gear with your keys atop it is directly behind you now. And directly in front of you is the roadway. Don't worry, you can't be seen among these trees from the roadway, but if I were you, I wouldn't move until you hear the bus leave. 'Ta now. See you back at my place in a week, if you make it!"

And, amid naughty laughter, I heard the three women walk out of the trees and up to the roadway. Heard the bus stop for them. The doors sigh open and closed. And finally the rumble of the engine receeding in the distance.

They were gone.

I was alone.

Bound.

Nude.

Feminized.

It was awful. I felt as though my breasts must be as big and as obvious as pink balloons, and every time I moved in those high heels, I felt my ripe, rounded buttocks jiggle sexily. I knew how I must look, bound and blindfolded this way, wearing only heels and a garter, and the knowledge made me redden with shame. Mustn't let anyone see me this way, I told myself, got to get to that clothing!

Let's see: Mavis said the stuff was directly behind me. That means that if I turn around....

I tried to execute a precise about face and immediately fell to the ground. Oof! By the time I had crawled to a tree and managed to get to my feet, my sense of direction was completely gone.

Stay away from the road, I told myself. You can't let anyone see you like this! Ooo! Not with your long sexy legs and your pretty ass and your luscious titties completely exposed! And that naughty pussy! That's the sound of a car off to your left, so the road must be that way. Now if I just try to head away from it....

It was about an hour later, after stumbling interminably across leaves and grass, when my heels finally sounded on gravel and I knew I must have found the service road that led back to Roger and Dave. And out to the highway. I paused for a moment, wondering which way to turn. To the road, where some stranger would see me all naked like this, or back to the house and the uncertain hospitality of the two gay transvestites? And then a voice decided the question for me. "Roger, look! It's Fifi! She's come back to stay with us. And look how she's done herself up!"

"A lovely package!" The other voice agreed, "I just know this means that no matter what she says when we un-gag her, she wants to stay here as our feminized slave and house-pet for a long, long time!"

I live in the Greenhouse now. Roger and Dave have fixed it up like a year-round park, full of big, leafy plants for me to wander through. The windows are all unbreakable plastic, and bars on the doors keep me from escaping. But it's a luxurious prison. I have a flush toilet and a heated pool to bathe in, meals, newspapers and television.

I just wish they'd give me some clothes.

Oh, I am allowed to dress when I serve my Masters and Mistresses. Several times a week, they let me out of my artificial woodland prison and outfit me according