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next, exaggerating the feminine appearance he presented. She had him parade around with mincing awkward steps, and then told him to select for himself one of the many skirts in the special trunk of costume items.

Bob picked out a floor-length skirt of sleek black satin, because it was opaque and covered more of him in his shame and misery. While he put the skirt on, under Alice's critical supervision, she called the detective and told him that everything was under control for now, but he was to go immediately to Mr. Farnham with the pictures if he did not hear from her again before midnight. Bob listened to this conversation with horror and realized that he was completely trapped, at least for the moment.

Without telling Bob whom she was calling, she next phoned her call-girl friend, from whom she had learned so much about feminizing techniques. Bob tried to get her to stop when he heard Alice inviting Joan to drop over that evening for some bizarre entertainment, but Alice coldly brushed aside his cbjections and made the date. A little later, when Bob admitted that he had to use the bathroom, Alice granted permission, but smilingly reminded him to hold his long skirt up out of the way and to pull his pantyhose down while he sat down the way all girls do when performing this natural function. Bob blushed in humiliation, but went through the prescribed ritual as ordered, confirming his initiation

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into femininity in still another aspect of his life.

As the final stage for now of his transformation from a virile, girl-chasing he-man into a functional female, Bob was now forced to put on a wig. It had long dark wavy hair that kept brushing his face and neck annoyingly whenever he moved, continually reminding him of his terrible change in status. Keeping up her attack upon his objectionable manhood, Alice now ordered him, wearing his exotic transvestite costume, to go downstairs with her and prepare supper for them both, a normal duty of any housewife.

Coping with the high-heels and other items of his degrading costume, as well as trying to function in the kitchen, occupied most of Bob's attention, but he could not help worrying fearfully about what would happen when his wife's unknown guest arrived that evening. He was sure he would not enjoy the session, but he could not imagine what form the activities would take. And he ardently hoped that there would be no unexpected guests during the evening to see him in this terrible condition.

When the doorbell rang after the supper had been cleaned up, Alice ordered Bob to go greet her guest. Cringing in shame, he obeyed and saw a tall beautiful red-headed girl, dressed in ultra-glamorous clothes.