For outer garments, some of the girls wore glamorous pant-suits, while others wore mini-dresses or long evening-gowns, depending on their individual preferences. As I moved around performing my various duties for my dominant mistresses, it was a constant source of shame to me the way my tiny lace apron, my only real articale of clothing, kept flipping up and around. to further expose me to my captors laughter.

Finally it was time to get me dressed in my newest transvestite outfit to go to the dance in the gymnasium of the college. They removed my apron and the pompoms, and then replaced the waist-cinch which I had been forced to wear earlier in the afternoon. Using their knees to brace against my back, the girls laced up this painfully constricting garment even tighter than before, giving my torso a truly wasp-waist conformation. My chest bulged above this feminizing compression, and my hips curved out exotically below it. I could hardly breathe, and any bending of my body was an effort that gave me strange feelings within my loins.

Next came a shiny black satin garter-belt, to which were tautly fastened shear black nylon hose that clasped my legs in their smooth silky clasp all the way from my feet up to nearly the top of my thighs where they joined my shaven body. This meant that my whole genital area in front, and my inflamed pink buttocks in back, were framed by contrasting black which accentuated my hairless nudity.

Shiny black patent-leather pumps with spikey high heels went on my feet. From the back of each shoe, a slave-bracelet chain went around my ankle. This not only carried out the motif of the slave-bracelets

on my wrists, but also made sure that I could not take off the shoes, no matter how awkward and distressing the stilt-like heel became.

Now they brought out a black minidress made of fairly stiff patent-leather. As I was wondering why they had not put the padded brassiere on me, I saw that the bizarre dress already had large rubber falsies sewed into the front of it in the appropriate places. The top was a helter effect, with a high bib effect and a collar that snapped around my neck. This left my back bare most of the way down to where my waist-cinch encased me.

There was a zipper up the back, all the way from the hem to well above my waist. This closure was necessary for otherwise I would not have been able to get into the exotic garment at all. At the waist it was very tight, and down over my hips and buttocks it followed my exaggerated curves with faithful accuracy. The hem was about a third of the way down my thighs, very short for even a mini-skirt. The skirt was tight on my thighs, almost a hobble-skirt in effect. Fortunately the leather was firm and strong, for I found that with every step I was straining against it as it hampered my strides to very short steps.

The combination of the ultra-tight waist-cinch, the too-snug skirt around the upper part of my thighs, and the stilt heels on my shoes, all tended to make me uns table on my feet. Fleetingly I wondered if all girls who wore bizarre fashions felt as bondaged and limited in their movements as I did. Or did they eventually become accustomed to the exotic attire that they often ware to enhance their appearance and attract men. Maybe the feeling of helplessness and the intention-