ing items in my appearance which would help me throw off this aura of bizarre self-love that was confusing my emotions. I studied myself carefully in the mirror, letting my questing hands confirm what my eyes saw.

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My medium-long blonde hair was coiffed neatly and attractively on my head, revealing button ear-rings that pinched my lobes sharply to remind me of my transvestite slavery. Deftly applied cosmetics gave my hairless face a look of sultry seductive allure that would entice any man. shoulders and arms exposed by my night-gown gave no hint of my basic maleness, for the depilatory cream had completely removed all traces of masculine body hair. The chain slave-bracelets on my wrists were a normal type of feminine jewelry.

From neck to feet I was covered by the sleek clinging satin of my flesh-pink night-gown. My glued-on rubber falsies jutted out proudly against the shimmering fabric and seemed to have a thrilling life of their own as I posed and moved in front of the mirror. Their glowing prominence was emphasized by the invisible flesh-colored waist-cinch which gave my revealed form a beautiful and feminine contour. Under this stringent compression my hips swelled out gloriously within the lustrous outlining caress of the sensuous satin. The crampingly tight pantie-brief compressed my male genitals into invisibility of color and mass between my thighs, giving no slightest hint of the truth that cringed within.

The long tapering curves of my legs were clearly visible within the clinging bias-cut skirt of the glamorous gown, a classically seductive sight on any girl who

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was garbed to greet her lover in bed. my feet peeked out from beneath the flowing hem of my scintillating long gown, their matching satin finish, their slender high heels, and the dainty fluffly pompoms over my toes, all added together to make me a perfect specimen of an intentionally seductive and eagerly willing sensual girl.

Now that I was prepared for the night in the matter of glamorous attire, I was assigned the job of helping Mary and Doris get ready for bed. Knowing that I was totally helpless in their power, they delighted in teasing and tempting me as much as possible. Piece by piece I divested them of their clothing which they had worn to the dance, and then helped them with every detail of putting on the shortie babydoll pajamas which they would wear for sleeping.

A couple of other girls came in to see my humiliation of dress and obedience, and my captors delighted in showing off to the newcomers my complete enslavement and loss of any manly prerogative in carnal aggression. When one of the girls asked casually if I was completely tamed and docile, and could be made to do anything that was demanded of me, Doris assured her that I would be eager to perform any task assigned me in the hope that this would lead to my release from transvestite slavery soon.

Betty thought this over for a moment and then asked if she could borrow me for a while after Mary and Doris were through with me for the night. She promised not to keep me too long, nor to ruin my deliciously feminine costume in any way, but she had some ideas for fun where I might be able to help out most thrillingly.