frustration and humiliation.

As the final portion of this act of my ordeal, the girls used a strong depilatory cream all over my body except the hair on my head. When this bizarre treatment was completed there was not a single hair left on my face, my arms, my legs, or my torso, and I felt as smooth as a new-born baby. Female hands continued to explore my body most intimately as my cruel captors made sure that I experienced that maximum of stimulation just short of providing relief.

When I was finally clean, hairles, and dry, they went to work with eager imagination to transform me into the most ultrafeminine sexy girl possible. The first item of my transvestite costume was a waist-cinch. They placed this around my normally slim middle and then began to lace it up the back. I tried to protest, but the girls told me that since I wanted to dress and look like a girl, they were just carrying out my perverse desires to the ultimate degree. With their knees braced against my back they kept arawthe terrible cinch tighter and tighter until I felt as if I was being cut in half.

When they had finally nipped my waist in as far as they could, I caught a glimpse of myself in a full-length mirror. The effect was most astonishing, for I really had almost an hour-glass figure, the excess volume which had been squeezed from my waist now was added feminine fullness on my hips. In addition to the feeling of terrible stringent compression at my waist, there was a strange sense of internal warmth and fullnes permeating my pelvis and loins, a sensation I had never experienced before. Maybe this was part of what it felt like to be a sexy girl.

While this had been going on, Mary had been making further additions in the padded bra I had worn during the tennis match. She had neatly and securely sewed another set of padded cups on the outside of the alread well-stuffed original cups, thus providing an artifical bosom of truly stupendous proportions. The inside of the cups, where they pressed tightly against my newly hairless chest, were covered with coarse, stiffly bristled material almost like a cocoa doormat.

Before installing this bizarre bra on

my chest, they roughly rubbed the tender depilated skin with strong perfume, an operation that stung my sensitized flesh sharply and left it painfully alive and aware to the slightest touch on the surface. With this exotic garment installed on my chest, in the mirror I saw myself as exaggerately feminine from my hips up, and deep feelings of alarm began to flash through my whole body.

My captors now held conference among themselves as to what type of external clothing I was to be forced to wear. Even under these strange and frightening conditions I found my masculinity in a perpatual state of at least semi-arousal from my continuing exposure in my nakedness to this group of girls who kept flaunting their own nudity before me and using their hands to keep me excited.

They quickly decided that I should be costumed as a cheer-leader, a common enough outfit among attractive girls during this weekend of highschool and college sports. First I had to put on a very snug form-fitting sweater with the college initials woven into the front of it. And what a front I presented to any onlooker, for the extra padding in th over-stuffed bra gave me a bosom that was truly amazing and attention-getting in both volume