time snaking into my diaper and rubbing the false-vagina cover over my real genitals until my imprisoned cock swelled painfully.

"Well you're going to get a chance to see just how smart you really were, Baby!" she went on at last, "And when I'm finished with you, you'll see just how terribly clever I can be, too! And I do mean Terribly!" She turned to the other girls. "Is he completely out?"

Following her glance, I looked out into the rest of the room and saw to my horror that Miko and Ushi had stripped the sleeping Eric completely and were rubbing a depilatory cream all over his body!

"He sure is!" Miko laughed, "That stuff he drinks tastes so awful that we didn't have any trouble lacing it with sleeping potion! And he's such a small, light-weight type that we won't have any trouble with him at all! Hell, he's almost transformed already!"

"Fine," Janna said, "Keep working on him while Shama and I give this place a thorough search!"

And as Jana and Shama proceeded to turn poor Eric's office into even more of a shambles, I watched helplessly as Faleen altered the appearance of the sleeping artist.

His body hair went first. Then his light beard and eyebrows. His

hair was put in curlers and polish applied to his finger-and-toenails. Next came the makeup; A layer of Foundation, followed by rouge, blush, eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick, and a dusting of powder.

The clothes went on him now. First a heavy nylon bodystocking, flesh-tone, padded at the hips and bust to give the wearer convincing feminine contours. A red satin corset, trimmed in black lace, was clasped around Eric's waist and tightened mercilessly. Matching black-and-red bra and panties put a double layer of silky nylon over him and increased his feminized allure, even to my own horrified eyes, and a pair of black-net stockings, held up by frilly black garters, made it even worse... or perhaps better, depending on your point of view!

Eric was stirring a bit now, but still too far gone to comprehend as Faleen strapped a pair of rubyred high heels onto his feet and locked them in place. Or to resist as she poured him into a short, tight dress of heavy red satin, trimmed in black, low-cut to display his padded chest and micro-skirted to display his stockinged legs and pantied ass to best advantage. Finally, she pinned an elaborate red-haired wig onto his head and the one-male Bondage Artist now looked just like the flashiest of punk-hookers!

"Whu-? Wha-?" He managed, swaying