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an area of white smooth flesh could be seen, including his hairless cock and balls, or his ass-cheeks from behind. And Alice pointed out that if he got even a slight erection, his prick would push out against the extremely brief skirt and spoil the line of his costumed imitation of a sexy girl.

To solve this final problem she produced a tricky gadget which consisted of a small tight leather collar, connected by about three inches of thin chain to a small rubber ball about the size of a pingpong ball. First she fastened the tiny leather collar around his prick just below the head, making it snug enough so she was sure it would not slide off. Then she pulled down and back on the ball, drawing his cock back between his thighs. Finally the ball was shoved up his ass and he was commanded to hold it in there, keeping his cock dragged back between his thighs and out of sight.

It was painful and uncomfortable, but Bob knew he had to endure it to complete his girlish appearance by hiding his penis. He saw in the mirror that when his skirt flipped up in front, there was a vague bump there of some sort, but it did not really look like a man's equipment.

In the few minutes before Joan's expected

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arrival the final element of his enforced feminization was accomplished. Alice deftly glued long, bright red, artificial fingernails onto each of his fingers, threatening him with dire punishment if he was careless enough to knock one of them off during the evening's entertainment. She also warned him against any slightest disobedience to any orders from Joan or herself, no matter what the circumstances or activities that developed.

By the time the doorbell rang announcing Joan's arrival, Bob was completely aware in every detail of his completely castrating slavery and loss of manhood. At the door he was further alarmed to find that Joan was accompanied by another even more exotic girl, a blonde, fairly tall, and with a figure that was amply displayed in a darling skirt-suit that had the skirt slit all the She was way up the front almost to her crotch. wearing knee-boots of the newest feminine fashion and a white blouse that was thrust out boldly in front by her huge high breasts. Joan was also exotically garbed, as was her custom, but she seemed overshadowed in her feminine grandure and allure by her companion. For the occasion, Alice was wearing a pants-suit of almost masculine severity, as though to offer contrast to Bob's exciting girlishness.

"Oh, Alice, this is my VERY good friend and client, Wilma," said Joan performing the introductions. "During the day, when he is a very important