brought up beside him. When they were adjusted, several pads were just inches from each hip and buttock. Each pad was filled with very sharp needles.

The treadmill slowly began to move. He was forced to walk at a pretty good clip just to keep from moving backwards. When he failed, the chains pulled tight, and electric shocks traveled down each chain to his breasts and groin. he screamed and pickup the pace again.

Next came the jabs as the needles poked his hips and ass. They were set so that he would have to weave back and forth, and rotate his ass cheeks up and down to avoid being punctured. Each puncture not only brought pain but also an injection of the same growth stimulant which had been used for his breast enlargement. He now found himself learning to walk with an exaggerated feminine gait, weaving his hips around to avoid the needles. For hours he tried his best, but he was stuck many times.

At last they released him. Blood was leaking out of his shoes, the result of his toes supporting all of the shock as he tried to keep his chains from tightening. When he was free at last, he found he could walk, and even run in his torment shoes. They let him watch in mirrors as he moved about. His ass moved in a way no decent woman would even dream about.

The best description he could devise was the old one about two cats in a gunny sack. That was what all the activity looked like as he undulated his way across the floor. His movements were an advertisement for sex and a come on to any male in watching distance. Combined with his bouncing boobs, he was a walking Barbie doll, looking all hot to trot and begging to be fucked.

He was allowed to rest for a few days. Then he was taken to a new room and told to strip. Gladly he removed all his feminine finery, including the awful shoes. He was lead to a tub full of bubbles and hot water and told to get in.

Slowly his aching body slid beneath the bubbles. He was allowed to luxuriate in the bath for nearly an hour before two attendants

came to wash his now waist length hair. Then he was taken from the water, toweled dry and his hair blown and styled.

He was given a set of sexy underwear in a light purple color. The lacy bra and panties did little to hide his private parts, serving more to emphasize them than cover them.

A camisole which matched the set cam next, hanging fro narrow straps across his shoulders. The lace cups also fell just below his exposed nipples an the thing ended just below his crotch. Instinctively, he knew he would not get a half slip to go with it.

The dress was made of spangles and hugged his figure like paint. Every little movement set off fireworks as light reflected off the garment. It was very low cut and showed his cleavage nearly down to the navel. The lower hem barely came past the bottom of the camisole.

Thigh high stockings with lace garter tops adorned each leg. There was about an inch of bare flesh showing, when he stood straight, between the top of the stocking and the bottom of his dress. Spike heeled pumps with T-straps were buckled into place. They put him up on his toes, with heels nearly six inches high and needle sharp.

Makeup in bright reds and deep blues adorned his face. Jewelry, including earrings s which hung down past his shoulders came next. When they were finished, he saw himself in the mirror. He was a fuckable doll, looking like a cheap, very available, but very beautiful street walker.

She whispered in his ear. The camp had been shut down. The inmates were now free. They all knew who he was, and they were waiting outside impatiently for their turn. Videos of his transformation had been showing continuously for several hours. They each wanted a piece of this former tormentor.

As the door opened, he responded to a push in the small of his back. He teetered his way through the door into the ballroom on the other side. As he high heeled his way down the center aisle, he felt every eye on him. He could almost hear the cock s growing as they saw his undulating ass moving beneath the tight silken sheath.