RELUCTANT PRESS

der, then led me to the bed where she had laid out my outfit for the evening.

"It's been well over the three hours that Jane said you had to wait before you could safely speak," Joyce noted. "I'm just dying to hear how you sound now, Debbie. I want you to softly tell me your name. Don't push your voice. Jane said you may be sore in the throat for another day yet."

Tentatively, I said, "My name is Debbie." Then, I gasped in shock! My voice was so high! I sounded like one of those ditsy blonde bimbos in a movie. "Oh, my God! What's happened to my voice?"

I couldn't believe that the sound that I heard came from my mouth! I sounded so sweet and girlish!

"Oh, Sweetie, you sound just marvelous!" gushed Joyce. "I sound terrible! I sound just like a little girl!" I objected.

"Of course you do, Debbie. How else could you sound looking the way that you do?" said Joyce. "Tonight you are a sweet young lady and the voice Jane has given you is just perfect! You sound just as sweet and feminine as you look. Now, let's get you dressed and ready for your date!"

"Date?"

"Yes, Dear, we are going out on a date," she said. "Now, be a good girl for me and hold still while I dress you."

I stood still as Joyce dressed me up again, this time all in pink. Pink silk panties, pink garter belt and pink silk stockings, the bra with the fake tits sewn into it, a waist cincher that took her five minutes to lace up and which took in my small waist several more inches, a half-slip and matching camisole in pink silk, a ruffled petticoat, the pink high heels and finally the pink cocktail dress that we had bought at the department store was pulled over my body and arranged to Joyce's satisfaction. A pearl necklace, pearl bracelet and pearl earrings that had three pearls dangling in a line finished my ensemble. Then Joyce brushed out my hair again and applied a little more hair spray. Finally, Joyce sprayed me liberally with some perfume.

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