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of my fundamental maleness at the front of my tiny skirt, but also kept a continuous and nagging un-natural pressure on all my masculine equipment, especially when it tended to react to the carnally stimulating situations to which I was being exposed at all times.

While still held in this bent-over pose, my captors pulled gossamer nylon pantyhose up my hairless legs, fitting the top snugly over my hips and bondaged pelvis. To partially cover and conceal their fiendish method of immobilizing my male equipment, they next put on me a set of tiny, bright red, bikini panties which hid the details of what was between my thighs but attracted maximum attention to the area by their brilliant color. In this site the short pleated skirt offered me little or no protection since it swirled and flipped upward with every movement of its wearer.

Now the girls released my fettered hands from the door and allowed me to stand erect while they fitted knee-high, highheeled, white leather boots onto my feet. These were uncomfortably snug on my feet but the principal hardship they gave me was getting used to the high heels. All the time I was wearing they whether standing still or walking, I kept feeling as if I was about to pitch forward onto my face. And the awkward gait which they enforced upon me made my short skirt bounce up on my hips even more provocatively, exposing my little red panties.

The girls now had me parade around so they could get an overall picture of how my disguise was coming along. They seemed to approve so far, and as I passed back and forth in front of the big mirror I was startled to see what an exaggeratedly feminine

appearance had been forced upon me. Not only did I have a deliciously feminine figure with my huge out-thrusting breasts, my tightly slimmed waistline, and my well rounded hips, but the combination of the waist-cinch, the high heels, and the genital bondage, all. made me walk with a mincing, swivel-hipped manner that was so girlish that it alarmed me and added to my humiliation. My synthetic breasts bounced realistically, irritating the sensitized skin of by hairless chest by the rough lining of the bra. And with each step my thighs squeezed and painfully massaged my genitals which were so cruelly imprisoned between them.

Now the girls went to work with cosmetics and nail polish to complete my transformation into and exotic and exhibitionistic female sex-goddess. My depilated cheeks were smoothed with make-up and crims on lipstick accentuated the outlines of my mouth. Eyeshadow enhanced my femininity with sensual contrast, and bright red nail-polish drew attention away from the heavier, more masculine shape of my hands. My hair was coiffed into a fairly short but feminine style very similar to what my sister, Joan, wore, further emphasizing our similarities.

The final addition to my costume was

a set of large colorful button ear-rings which were screwed onto my lobes. But the vengeful girls had carefully removed the little plates on the ends of the screws, so that the pointed tips dug painfully into that sensitive flesh, continually reminding me of my enforced transvestism.

While these last details were being tended to, Mary and Doris has been conferring in whispers, evidently about their future plans for me. Suddenly there was a gasp and then