RELUCTANT PRESS

"Would next Saturday be OK? I'll get your address from Joyce," he said.

"All right, Bob, next Saturday." By tomorrow this masquerade would be over and Debbie would no longer exist.

The men walked Joyce and me to the door of the house and Bob gave me another big kiss. This time I let it go on for several seconds, and when he released me, Joyce was looking at me with a big grin on her face. Finally we got inside and Joyce closed the door behind her.

"So, how did it feel to be a woman for a change?" Joyce asked.

"It was a real eye opening experience for me, that's for sure!" I said. "I'll never treat a girl like I was treated tonight! Bob was only interested in my body, not in me! But I'm wor ried about how long I'll look and sound like this after today."

"You can cut your hair and nails and your body hair will grow out again. According to Jane, your voice will return to normal in a few days. You can pretend you can't talk for a while. Now, I want to change your outfit one more time and then I will send you home."

"Home? I can go home tonight?" I squeaked.

"Once I change your outfit. Come into the bedroom, Debbie," she said.

She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom where she stripped me of my jewelry, dress, petticoat, halfslip and camisole, leaving me in the falsie bra, waist cincher, garter belt and stockings, and the silk panties and the high heels.

Then, Joyce dressed me in the outfit she wanted me to end the evening in.

I was dressed in frilly bloomers that reached to the tops of my knees. Then came a short and stiff petticoat with three layers of silk and lace, pink like the bloomers. She put me into a pink silk blouse with long sleeves that were completely covered in bows and ribbons and she buttoned it up the back. A pink floral scarf was tied around my neck and a silk rose was pinned into my blonde curls.

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