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TG, mild FemDom, cd, mf, mm, TS				§§§§§§§§

You can reach the author as SalonGirl@aol.com

These Aren't My Clothes!
By
SalonGirl

	I was nervous and excited on the way to the airport.  This was
to be the first business trip of my new job.  I was on my way to a two
day seminar with three of my co-workers.  All of my co-workers were
female and senior to me. One of them, Nancy, was my boss.
	We arrived at the airport and the skycap took our luggage.  We
found our gate and soon were in the air.  The flight was a long one and
we started drinking cocktails after the meal.  It was really the first
time I had spoken in a social setting with the three women.
	Shelly was a pixieish woman with a crooked mischievous smile.
I knew from office gossip that she had lots of lovers but was not a
slut. Shelly just liked men.
	Cathy was a tall woman.  She was large, very Rubenesque.  She
was Italian and very dark with long jet black hair. She exuded a
smoldering sensuality.
	Nancy, our supervisor, was an older woman with close cropped
salt and pepper hair. She had a very commanding presence and was always
in charge no matter what the situation.
	One thing all three women had in common was that they were
always immaculate in appearance.  Each had the touch of a professional
when it came to makeup, and even though they were competing in a man's
world, all three women were the epitome of femininity at all times.
	We arrived at the airport and upon deplaning I felt a little
tipsy.  A glance at the women showed that they were too except for
Nancy, who was always in control.  We went to the baggage carousel to
retrieve our bags.  As the bags went by and the machine spun around I
felt nauseous. I was happy to grab what looked like my bags and haul
them to a waiting cab.
	We arrived at the hotel and were shown to our rooms.  The
seminar didn't begin until the next day but there was a mixer scheduled
for later that night in the ballroom for all participants.
	We were in adjoining rooms.  Nancy's was a suite.  I went into
my room and set the luggage on the bed.  As I did I noticed a worn spot
on one of the suitcases. "That's funny", I thought to myself, "I don't
remember that spot".
	The connecting doors to the rooms were all open and the three
women and I were talking back and forth so I wasn't really paying
attention as I opened the suitcase.  I wasn't even looking as I reached
down to take out an undershirt.  Instead of the cotton undershirt I
felt something very cool and smooth.  It was like reaching into cool
flowers. I looked down and saw that it was women's underwear, lingerie.
The entire suitcase seemed to be filled with nothing but lingerie.
Instead of the white I expected to see there were pinks and lavenders
and sleek black. I started pulling the frilly things out. They were as
light as air.
	I opened the other half of the suitcase and found blouses,
skirts, a pair of black 2" heels and a pair of pink 4" heels.  Off to
one side was a large plastic bag full of makeup.  I was in shock, but
thought I would be OK. But when I opened the other bag, instead of
finding my men's business suits I found women's business suits instead,
along with a pink designer cocktail dress and a beautiful little black
dress.
	I let out a moan and the women came running to see what was the
matter.  When they saw they open suitcases they began to laugh
hysterically. They began to tease me. "My you have good taste in
panties."  "Look, he wears a push up bra."  "You could catch a man in
that black dress honey."  When they calmed down a bit Nancy called the
airport. I could see her frowning as talked on the phone.  She hung up
and said. "The airport has no unclaimed luggage. It seems that whoever
got your bags hasn't opened them yet and noticed the mix-up.  Until
that happens you're stuck."
	I was in trouble. For comfort, I had just worn old jeans and a
sweatshirt on the plane. The seminar was about to begin and I was in a
strange city with no good clothes.  I had another problem.  My credit
cards were all at their limits. I didn't have enough money to buy a new
suit of clothes for the seminar.
	I sat on the end of the bed in shock. I was sure I would miss
the seminar now and probably lose my job as well.  Sadly I explained my
predicament to the three women.  They consoled me and patted me on the
shoulder saying, "We should be able to think of something."  I noticed
that Nancy had gone back to looking through the women's clothing in the
suitcase.  She held up one of the suits and cast a critical eye towards
me.  She picked up one of the highheeled shoes and said, "What size
shoe do you wear?"  I told her and she motioned over the other two
women. They huddled for a moment and I thought I heard giggling.  When
they turned around all three had a devilish gleam in her eye.
	They came over to where I was sitting and stood around me
crowding close.  "Now," said Nancy, "as your supervisor I am telling
you right now that if you miss this seminar, you will lose your job."
My heart sank at her words. "But," she continued, " the girls and I may
have a solution to offer you." I felt a glimmer of hope. I was so glad
that Nancy had decided to help me. "You don't have your own clothes but
you do have these clothes". She pointed to the suitcases and my heart
sank. "But Nancy, I stammered , I can't wear these. I can't wear
dresses".  "I'm a man".
	"Listen to me, by some kind of crazy coincidence the stuff in
these suitcases seem to be in your size. Even the shoes will fit. It
seems like fate to me so you might as well go along. Besides, when you
get right down to it it's this or your job". I could not argue with
that and after a few more moments hesitation, I lowered my head and
mumbled, "Oh, all right."
	I was sent off to the bathroom with orders to shave my entire
body baby smooth.  I had to use one of the women's razors from the
suitcase.  I sat in the tub and shaved my legs with the pink razor.
"Don't forget your underarms", Nancy called through the door.
	When I was done I got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around
my waist.  When I went back into my room I saw that the women had
unpacked "my" suitcases.  Dresses and blouses and skirts hung in the
closet and the drawers were full of panties and bras, stockings and
slips and silky camisoles.  On the bed was a pair of black nylon
panties with lace trim around waist and leg. A matching bra and demi
slip.  "Put on what's on the bed and then we'll get started', called
Nancy through the door.
	I pulled the panties up my smooth legs and they felt wonderful
as the cool nylon encased my rear.  The bra was difficult but after a
few minutes of struggling I got it on.  I let the silky demi slip fall
over my shoulders.  It felt wonderful and fell to just below my hips.
	"OK", I called out and the three women came into the room.
Shelly and Cathy started giggling when they saw me but Nancy had a
strange look in her eye. It was almost a possessive look of desire. She
came over to me and took my chin in her hand. She lifted my head until
I was looking her in the eye. "You should do very nicely as a woman".
	I was marched back into the bathroom and my hair was shampooed
again then some other type of goo was put in it. Cathy just ignored me
when I asked what it was.  After my shampoo a towel was wrapped around
my head.  I sat on the edge of the tub as Cathy rubbed Oil of Olay all
over my legs. It felt good to have her massaging my smooth hairless
legs with the lotion. She left the room, ordering me to put the lotion
all over my body before coming out.  I undressed and rubbed the sweet
smelling lotion all over my body. For some reason I blushed when I
rubbed it on my chest. I was starting to have some very strange
feelings but for I wasn't afraid. I put my panties, bra and slip back
on and went back into the bedroom.  The women led me to the vanity and
sat me down to begin my makeup.  First Shelly used a moisturizer on my
face. After wiping off the excess she began to apply liquid makeup. The
smell was delicious.  She used pencils and shadows on my eyes and
applied a pair of false lashes.  Blusher and lipstick, and then perhaps
half an hour of fussing and fixing with more paints and potions and a
feminine face began to appear.
	At this same time Cathy had begun to work on my hair.  She took
off the towel and ran my hair through her fingers for a few moments
while studying my face.  Then she went behind me and got out a huge bag
of rollers.  She began to put the rollers in my hair one by one. What
looked like hundreds were all aver my head.  Something about the color
looked different too but I thought it was only because my hair was
still wet.
	By now a very different me was looking back in the mirror.  My
head was covered in curlers. They all had pink ends sticking out and as
they dried they began to get tighter. My face was that of a woman's.
Arched eyebrows over long lashed doe eyes. Pink blusher brought out my
cheekbones and my lips were pursed,  very plump and kissable red.
Cathy began to do my nails.  To each finger she attached a long acrylic
nail.  They were tapered nails and almost 1" long. I wasn't sure I
would be able to manage them but I had no choice in the matter. The
women didn't ask me if I wanted my hair or nails done. They just
pointed to a chair and I sat and did as they said.  Something about my
attire, panties, curlers, makeup, and now long nails was making me very
submissive.  I was no longer in control.
	Cathy spent a long time doing my nails.  Shelly had brought her
portable hood dryer from her room so I sat under the dryer while Cathy
finished my nails.  Shelly came up and sat on the floor to give me a
pedicure and paint my toenails the same shade of fiery red that Cathy
was making my fingernails.  The polish was very bright, very red and I
thought it was too much. Cathy just hushed me, saying that  this polish
was in the makeup kit in the suitcases so that meant it went with the
outfits I was going to wear.
	My nails and makeup were done now and Nancy herself came over
to do my hair.  My tightly curlered hair had dried now and the curlers
were ultra tight on my head.  Nancy began taking them out.  The feeling
of the tight rollers being taken off was heavenly and soon she was
working with brush and comb and hairspray.  After about a half hour she
was done.  My hair was long and curly and to my horror had been colored
and frosted.  It was reddish blond now with pretty highlights.  It was
a very normal woman's hairstyle long and feminine with soft bangs, but
could never be mistaken for a man's. I began to panic. After all,
trying this masquerade for a few days was one thing, but I had to
return home afterwards. How could I with my hair looking like this?
The women calmed me down, saying that the color would wash right out. I
had never heard of this before but wanted to believe them.
	Cathy brought me a pair of pantyhose from "my" suitcases and
instructed me in how to put them on. They felt so wonderful on my
smooth lotioned legs.  I pulled the pantyhose all the way up and then
Nancy brought me the pink cocktail dress from the closet.  After
filling out my bra cups with some panties from the drawer, she helped
me into the dress.  It fit after a little struggling. It was very tight
but the women assured me that it was meant to be. It had puffy sleeves
and was made of pink satin.  It pulled me in at the waist and the
flounced skirt created the illusion of feminine curves.  I sat down in
my dress and Shelly brought over the pink 4" heels. The color matched
my dress.  Shelly put the shoes on my stockinged feet and then Cathy
came over and put on long bangle clip on earrings and matching chain
and locket,  a few bangles on each wrist and a woman's watch. Last
Cathy bent down and put an anklet around my ankle. It was a very
delicate gold chain with a dangling heart.
	I stood and looked in the full length mirror. Looking back was
a beautiful woman. She was dressed all in pink and had beautiful blonde
hair in long soft curls caressing her face. Her makeup was perfect and
dramatic, but at the same time very natural.  The woman in the mirror
turned on her 4" heels and spun in the mirror like all women do.
	I turned around to my friends and said. "I think this might
work. But why am I so dressed up tonight. Is it just for practice?"
	Nancy turned to me and her tone was very commanding. "You don't
think we would let you come with us to the seminar unless we know you
can pass as a woman do you?"  " As soon as Cathy, Shelly and I can get
changed we "four" girls are going to go down to the ballroom for the
mixer.  If this year is like last years seminar there should be about
10 men for each woman. You will have plenty of opportunities to
practice being a girl."
	I was crestfallen when Nancy told me that.  What at first had
seemed like an unorthodox, but necessary disguise was turning into
something much more.  I was having feelings that I didn't understand as
I thought about the mixer and 10 men to each girl.  I sighed and went
into Cathy's room to watch her get ready for the party.  She had
invited me in and when I hesitated said "Come on in honey, after all
it's just us girls". " I can show you some makeup tips and we can work
on your voice for a while." I went into Cathy's room. I could not help
but wonder if I had gone into a woman's room for life.
	I sat in Cathy's room waiting for her to finish dressing. I had
my smooth nylon stockinged legs crossed at the ankle with my knees
together, and I was perched on my chair with my head up and my bosom
thrust out the way she had shown me.  Cathy was talking to me as she
finished her makeup. She was explaining every step as she went. Every
once in a while she would turn to me with a brush or powder puff and
touch up my makeup.  She sprayed me all over  with a heavenly perfume
and with very little coaching she had me speaking in a voice that while
not angelic was at least acceptable as a woman's as long as I kept my
mouth shut most of the time.
	It was Cathy who first said "Hey honey, we have to have a name
for you don't we?" She called through the open door to the next room
"What are we going to call our new girlfriend?" Shelly came to the door
dressed only in panties and bra. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked
at me. I felt embarrassed at her bold look and in fact clenched my
smooth nyloned knees together a little. She noticed this very feminine
gesture immediately and she smiled a wicked smile.
	Nancy came to the door and said "That's right, what will we
call our new little missy? Missy? That's it, Missy!" Cathy and Shelly
laughed and said "Hi Missy." I felt humiliated and wanted to ask Nancy
to let me have some other name but one strern look from her and I
changed my mind.  Now I was not only dressed as a woman but my name was
Missy! Even worse, I had a feeling that there was more to come.  The
attitudes of all three women had undergone a change.  All of them were
now treating me like little more than a slave although Shelly and Cathy
were still very friendly.
	But as I sat with Cathy while she dressed, me in a pink
cocktail dress and heels, with beautiful  nails and hair, I started to
like the way I was. I started to enjoy shifting my hairless soft legs
in my pantyhose and the feeling of silky slippery panties on my bottom
as I squirmed on the chair.  My slip was smooth and cool under my dress
and I could feel my long earrings dangling everytime I tossed my head
girlishly the way that Cathy had shown me.
	Nancy was ready now and she came into the room. "Shelly, Cathy,
Missy,  let's sit down here for a minute and talk about work.."  What a
relief!  At last things were getting back to normal. I was so relieved
to have something to think about other than the fact that I was
completely dressed as a woman. But I was soon to be again in dismay.
	Nancy started out OK, talking about our goals at the seminar
and how we would need to use a team approach. But soon she started
making references to "Schmoozing", and "Making new friends for our
company".  I wasn't really sure what she meant but it was soon  made
clear to me. "Missy, most of the participants in this seminar are men.
It is very important for us to be able to make new contacts, and
promote our firm in any way we can.  If it becomes necessary for one of
us to grant certain, shall we say, favors, to an important potential
client,  we will. This includes you Missy. If one of these bigshots
asks you for a date, the firm, and I,  expect you to do your duty."
	Nancy didn't even give me a second to consider this astounding
statement. The next instant she and the other women were on their feet
and hustling me towards the door.  I was stuttering, "But Nancy, a
date, what, what do you mean?" But then we were in the hallway, and
there were strangers there. I shut up and concentrated on just walking
down the hall in public in heels, hose and a dress. I walked behind the
women and tried to match the way the swung their hips and carried their
shoulders.
	 We passed men who tried to make eye contact with us. I was
scared at first, and whispered to Cathy, "Why are they looking at me
like that? They must know I'm not a girl."  Cathy just laughed, "They
aren't looking at you like that because they think you're a man Missy."
Cathy told the others what I had said and they both turned to look at
me as I swayed along seductively in my pink 4" heels. They laughed too.
	We got into the elevator with four men.  I kind of liked the
way they stepped aside to let us in, but one of them was standing very
close to me.  Then, just before the car reached the first floor I felt
a hand on the back of my thigh.  I thought it must be one of the women
playing a joke.  The hand went up my leg  and under my dress until the
fingers just reached the lace trim on my panties. Suddenly the car
stopped and the hand vanished. I looked over my left shoulder to see
which of the women had done it but only Nancy was standing there. I
could not believe that she would do such a thing. I looked over my
right shoulder and a man was standing there. He was tall and handsome
in a boyish way and he smiled at me.  Had he been the one?  I was
becoming very confused but I was starting to realize some of the facts
of life for a woman.
	We entered the ballroom and I could see that Nancy had not been
kidding about the ratio of men to women at the seminar. Almost all of
the participants were men. "Missy, I want you to stick with Shelly for
a while," said Nancy, "and when she says you are ready, go out on your
own and mingle.  Be on the lookout for new clients."  I started to
protest but Nancy had already spun on her heels and disappeared into
the crowd .  Cathy leaned over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"You'll do fine Missy," she said, "Just remember all the feminine
gestures I showed you and no one will ever guess your little secret.
	"Come on Missy", said Shelly, "Now that we've finally gotten
rid of those two let's get a drink and have a little chat."  I was
grateful to Shelly, maybe she wouldn't make me go off on my own after
all.  We sat at a table and ordered  drinks and started to talk
girltalk.  Shelly told me that she thought I was really a good sport to
do what I was doing.  She said that she was sure that Nancy would be
very grateful to me for going to such an extreme for our company.
	Then she started to tell a somewhat strange story.  It started
our normally enough, something about one of her boyfriends and
Halloween.  She had convinced him to dress completely as a woman and to
his surprise he had been incredibly aroused by the experience.
	To her surprise, so was she.
	As she told me the last part she was looking me in the eye and
I felt myself blush. She leaned forward to tell me more, but at that
moment the waiter came with more drinks. Shelly told him we hadn't
ordered any, he said they were from the gentleman at the bar. Shelly
and I looked over and saw four men at the bar toasting us.  She raised
her glass back to them and I did the same. They started to walk over.
"We're on Missy", she said.
	At first I was very nervous but soon I began to realize that
none of the men could tell I was not born a woman. I began to relax and
even, with a little coaching from Shelly during a trip to the ladies
room, to flirt a little.  Shelly had mercy on me and stayed by my side
as we began to circulate through the now crowded ballroom.
	I noticed one pattern throughout the night, I was trying to
steer the conversation towards business and the men all wanted to talk
about was me. Some of them tried to stand very close and they were
constantly putting their hands on me, touching me. It was strange, but
quite erotic. Throughout the evening my panties were very wet and I was
constantly aroused.
	As it got later I began to feel tired and a little drunk. Once
I almost stumbled in my 4" heels but as I did I felt a pair of strong
hands grab me around the waist. I turned around to see who it was that
had saved me from falling and saw that it was the man from the
elevator.  He smiled and said "We meet again". I started to speak to
him but Nancy appeared from the crowd. "Come on Missy,"  she said,
"we've been invited to a go out for a bite to eat. We'll meet the other
girls in our rooms and freshen up first."
	We got in the elevator. We were alone. Nancy told me she
appreciated what I was doing. She took my hand as we talked and this
gesture from her surprised me. She had always been so cold to me in the
past. When we got to her room the other girls weren't there yet. Nancy
told me they might be a few minutes.  We sat in her suite and had a
drink and then she went into the bedroom.
	After a few moments she called out, "Missy, could you come in
here for a minute."  I went in and found her sitting on the edge ot the
bed.  "Missy, my feet are tired," she said "Come over here and take off
my shoes."  I went over to her and kneeled down. I took the shoes, with
their  4" spike heels, from her stockinged feet.
	"Now massage my feet Missy." she said. I started to massage her
feet. Nancy found the foot massage soothing and she began to speak to
me in a kinder tone of voice.  She began to tell me about herself and
soon told me that one of the reasons she may have appeared cold at the
office was the fact that she was bi but preferred women.
	I could not believe Nancy was telling me all this, she must
have been drunker than she appeared.
	 She said she was what was called a lipstick lesbian and she
was partial to lovers who made themselves very pretty. As she said this
I looked up at her and saw the same look as I had seen earlier.  She
seemed to be staring deep into me and her lip curled into an almost
cruel smile.
	We heard a noise outside, and  I heard Cathy calling for us. I
jumped up from where I had been kneeling and left the bedroom before
Nancy could stop me. Cathy and Shelly were sitting, waiting, and
exchanged a knowing look when I came from the bedroom straightening my
skirts.
	"Hey Missy," said Shelly. "I saw that big hunk who was
following you around all night."
	"I don't know what you mean", I told her.
	"Yeah," she said, "He may be one of those big bashful types but
I noticed he seemed to be somewhere near you all night." Now that I
thought about it that was true. He had been near me almost the entire
night. Holding my chair, buying me a drink. In fact I had gotten used
to having him near me. I had started to like it, and began to smile at
him sweetly when he did me on of these little courtesies.
	"Big bashful type nothing" said Cathy, "That guy just happens
to be the owner of one of the 10 largest firms in the southeast.  He's
a catch honey, in more ways than one." Just then Nancy came into the
room.  "Well our little Missy here seems to be reeling in "Mr. Catch",
doesn't she?"  she said. The other women laughed but they also nodded
in agreement.  "It would be a real coup for me", said Nancy,  "If one
of my girls got that account."
	Cathy brought me a lacy shawl to wrap around my shoulders and
after a quick touchup of my makeup and hair we were off to our dinner
party. The four clients who turned out to be our dates were four
balding fat guys from some farm state.  Nancy paired us up and it soon
became apparent that she had given me the worst of the lot.  He wasn't
bad looking but from the minute we sat down he was all over me.
Everything he said was sexual in nature and he was not shy in hinting
what he would like to do to me.  Once he leaned over and put his tongue
in my ear as he lunged for my breasts. When I looked over at Nancy for
help all I got was an amused smirk.
	I somehow got through the meal and our merry band left the
restaurant. The men were clamoring to go to a nightclub and Nancy said
we'd go along for one drink.  We couldn't all fit in one cab so we
split up. I tried to stay with the women but they just shrugged me off
and I somehow found myself in a cab with my date alone.  He gave the
driver our destination and then he turned to me. He pulled me close and
kissed me. It really wasn't so bad but then his hand began to go up my
leg. I held him off.  We kissed again. I thought maybe if I kissed him
I could keep him occupied.
	I was wrong. He began to probe deep into my mouth with his
tongue. I felt his hand on the back of my head and realized he was
trying to push my face down into his lap.  I fought back but he was
very strong.  Almost before I knew what was happening I felt the head
of his cock on my red lips.  I tasted his salty precome and then his
hand pushed my head down and his cock was in my mouth.  He was much
stronger than he looked but I was also remembering Nancy's words from
earlier in the evening.  He began to guide my head up and down on his
glistening shaft and after only seconds I felt him stiffen and his come
began to spurt into my mouth. I swallowed by reflex as I heard him
groan.  Just as he spasmed his last the driver announced that we had
arrived at our destination.
	 I hurried out of the cab and into the club. I was sure that
everyone could see what had happened to me and I could still taste my
dates semen on my lips. But no one seemed to notice my obvious
distress.   The other women were tiring now and after getting what he
wanted during our cab ride my date seemed to lose interest in me. The
men drifted off once they realized that they would have more fun
elsewhere.
	Nancy, Cathy, Shelly, and I got in a cab and went back to the
hotel.  We went upstairs.   I wanted to tell them what had happened to
me during my cab ride but I was too ashamed.
	"Come into my room Missy," said Cathy, "I'll help you remove
your makeup before bed."  I went in and she let me take off my heels.
It felt great but in a moment she handed me a pair of pink maribou high
heeled slippers. "Put these on Missy, Your feet  still need more time
in heels to help you get used to them."
	She helped me off with my dress and then, after using a
headband to hold my bangs off my forehead, used a cream to remove my
makeup.  She applied more moisturizer and then I was surprised when she
began to apply some makeup. "Just a touch Missy. Just a touch of makeup
so you can be pretty even in your sleep."
	Nancy and Shelly came in and we chatted for a few minutes as we
all worked on our nails and lotioned our hands and legs.  Nancy came
over and looked at my hair. "We don't have time to do your hair every
morning Missy. Tomorrow you will have to make an appointment at the
hotel salon for a cut and set. For tonight I'll do your hair myself. Go
put on your nightie first."
	I went to my room to change. A cut and set at a beauty salon?
Somehow that had a permanent sound to it. I entered my room. Laid out
on the bed was a short pink chiffon nightie with spaghetti straps and
lots of swirling material.  Ruffled full cut panties and a long flowing
gown with flounced sleeves and lacy bosom completed the ensemble. I
took off my slip, pantyhose, bra and panties and put on the lacy pink
dream.  I went back into Cathy's room and sat at the vanity. Nancy
wetted down my hair and then applied setting gel as she put me up in
curlers.  Soon a pink curlered head was looking back at me for the
second time that day . When Nancy was done she wrapped a pretty scarf
around my set and patted my curlered head.
	"Good night Missy, I have a feeling this might not be the last
time you go to bed in curlers," she said and she winked.
	I went to my room. Shelly passed through on the way to her room
and she kissed me goodnight. Her soft hand with it's long red nails
caressed mine as she did. When she left, I didn't notice that she
hadn't locked the door.
	I laid down in the bed and turned down the lights.  What a day
this had been! I snuggled up in my nightie and curlers and thought
about all the things that had happened and all the new things I had
felt. I didn't even hear the door open when Shelly slipped into my
room. But I started when she slipped into my bed.
	"SShhh," she whispered and she snuggled up close to me. She had
on a very short babydoll nightie but didn't seem to be wearing panties.
I felt her lips reach mine and our soft smooth legs began to
intertwine.  My eyes had grown accustomed to the light and I looked at
Shelly and she was smiling and cooing, "Ohh, Missy".
	I started to make love to her as a man but Shelly stopped me.
"There are no men in this bed tonight", she whispered to me.  She
pushed me back and we began to kiss and caress.  I followed Shelly's
lead and we began a long slow night of passion.
	Shelly pinched my nipples between her fingers and massaged my
breasts as I did the same for her. She guided my head down between her
legs and instructed me in the special techniques that one woman uses
when making love to another.  I used my tongue and fingers on her warm
moist vagina and clitoris. When she tightened her thighs she pressed
hard on my curlered head. The feeling of my tongue probing deep into
her as she stroked my curlers was fantastic. She had me turn and we
slipped into a 69 position.  I felt electricity course through my body
when her lips touched my erect shaft.  When she began to probe into my
rear with her finger I was startled at first but she said soothing
things to me and I relaxed. Soon I was thrusting my rear in response to
her hands as she put one, then two, then three fingers deep into me.
She timed her thrusting fingers to coincide with her mouth sliding down
on my cock. I was in heaven as we lapped and stroked and penetrated
each other.  She would not let me place my cock inside her. Even though
I begged her she just laughed at me and said "What woman has a cock
darling, That's just your oversized clitty and girls don't use them
like that."
	When Shelly finally brought me to a climax I let out a loud
girlish moan that I was sure must have been heard on the entire hotel
floor. I was very intense and the power of it took my breath away. I
was shuddering and my hands and feet felt numb. I fell asleep with my
tongue in Shelly and her fingers deep inside me and my cock in her warm
mouth.
	When I first awoke in the morning  I thought that it had all
been a beautiful feminine dream. But then when I rolled over I felt the
curlers tight on my head and the soft nightie on my smooth shaven body.
It wasn't a dream after all.  I was very happy. I was not really sure
why.
	I patted the other side of the bed but Shelly had gone back to
her room sometime in the night.   I got out of bed and noticed I wasn't
wearing my panties. It took me several minutes to find them. I could
hear the other women stirring and the doors to the rooms began to open.
Shelly stuck her head in my door. She was wrapped in a towel.
	"Good morning Missy,"  she said,  "Did you sleep well?"
	"Yes,"  I told her blushing, "When I finally got to sleep."
	"Take your shower", she told me, "I'll help you dress and do
your makeup when you are done. Don't forget to use a shower cap to keep
your set dry".
	I put on my pink chiffon peignoir and went to the bathroom to
shower. I found the shower cap provided by the hotel and put it on over
my curlers.  I looked in the mirror before I stepped into the shower.
Even though my body had not been changed by my time in women's clothing
it looked very different. I was completely hairless except for a patch
above my groin and had long red nails and toenails that were a matching
fiery red.  With all my body hair shaved off I looked much softer and
rounder than I ever had before and when I  tucked my genitals between
my legs my body was neither a man's nor a woman's but definitely more
feminine than masculine.  I stood daydreaming for a moment and tried to
imagine what I would look like with perky breasts with big womanly
nipples on my chest. I made a kissy face at the curlered head in the
mirror and smiled a pretty smile.
	I stepped into the shower and began to lather my hairless body
with a sweet smelling beauty bar.  Shelly stuck her head in the
bathroom door and said, "Hurry up Missy, we don't have all morning to
make you into a beautiful working girl."
	I shaved my legs and underarms with a pink razor and stepped
from the shower to towel myself dry.  Shelly had left a pink bra and
panty set for me along with a large box of body powder.  I picked up
the big feathery puff and started to powder my body all over.  I put on
my panties and bra and my lacy pink chiffon robe, took off my plastic
shower cap and went into my room.
	A women's business suit had been laid out on the bed. There was
a black A-line skirt with a  high midriff jacket and a white silk
blouse with ruffles of lace at the cuffs and neck. Sheer pantyhose, a
black camisole and half slip and  two inch heeled black pumps were
there waiting for me.  I took off my robe, picked up the pretty
camisole and let it fall over my powdered shoulders. I then put on my
pantyhose and pulled the half slip up my nyloned legs.
	Nancy came into the room with Cathy. "Well, good morning Missy
dear, did you sleep well last night?" she asked with a sly smile.  I
was sure she knew that Shelly and I had spent the night together.
	"Yes Missy," said Cathy,  "I thought I heard a noise last night
coming from your room. Did you have a bad dream?"
	I was blushing furiously.  I knew they were teasing me.  Shelly
came into the room. "You girls leave Missy alone now. We have to get
her ready for the seminar. Don't forget, "Mr. Catch" is waiting for our
little Missykins."  The three women all laughed a conspiratorial laugh.
	"Oh, Missy, by the way, did you call the airport to see if they
found your luggage yet?" asked Nancy.
	I hadn't. In fact the thought had never even entered my mind.
I was confused for a moment. The idea of returning to men's clothes
somehow didn't appeal to me. I slowly reached for the phone.
	"Don't bother," said Nancy,  "I called them earlier and there
is still no sign of your things. I guess you will have to stay Missy
for at least a little while longer."  I felt a strange sense of relief
when I heard this. The women all noticed and smiled.
	I sat at the vanity in my camisole and half slip and Cathy came
over and started my makeup. Shelly came over to do my hair. Nancy
turned to leave the room.
	Before she left she said to me, "Missy, don't forget I have
made an appointment for you at the hotel beauty salon for 1 PM. You
will have just enough time between the morning and afternoon sessions."
	  I started to ask her why this was necessary, after all, I
only had to dress as a woman for one more day after this and then I
could go home and resume my normal life. But she was gone before I
could speak.  Shelly told me that Nancy had some early meetings to
attend. We would catch up with her later.
	With Nancy gone the other girls and I (Yes, I had started to
think of myself as one of the girls by now) were much looser and soon
all three of us were chattering happily as Cathy did my makeup and
Shelly took the curlers from my hair. Shelly did my hair in a much less
festive style than I had worn it the night before and Cathy did the
same with my makeup. They explained that I was going to work today not
to a party. They both laughed at my disappointed pouting expression,
but I knew they were right. Cathy put just a touch of perfume on my
wrists and neck. When they were both finished they helped me with my
skirt and blouse and Shelly brought me some jewelry to wear. Simple
gold clip on earrings and a chain along with a ladies watch and a
bracelet. Cathy gave me two gold rings with semi precious stones and I
slipped them over my long nails onto my fingers. I put on my black
pumps and slipped the jacket over my silk blouse. I looked in the
mirror and a smiling career girl was looking back at me. She looked
lovely and feminine but at the same time quite businesslike.  Cathy and
Shelly exchanged a laughing handshake at the success of their creation
and after grabbing the materials for the seminar I stood in my heels to
leave the room.
	"Wait a minute Missy, don't forget your purse," said Shelly
with a twinkle in her eye. She picked up a black patent leather purse
with a long shoulder strap and began to fill it with lipsticks,
compacts, and blusher. She took a pair of panties from one of my
dresser drawers and put them in my purse. She reached into her own
purse and took out several tampons and put them in too. "Just in case
Missy, just in case," she said. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks once
again and then we were in the hall outside our rooms.
	We went down to the restaurant and had breakfast. Even though I
was famished the women would only let me order coffee, toast and fruit.
"You have to think of your girlish figure Missy,"  they said.
	On our way to the conference room we passed the salon where
Nancy had made my appointment. I was surprised to see that it was not a
unisex salon. The men's barber shop was on the other side ot the lobby.
I felt a tingling inside me as I looked in the window of this very
feminine place. Surely I would be found out if I entered this women's
sanctum.
	We entered the conference room and found our places. I looked
across the room and there was Nancy talking to "Mr. Catch".  They were
chatting and joking like old friends. Then I saw them huddle close and
Nancy pointed over to me. "Mr. Catch"  looked over and waved and smiled
his handsome smile. I found myself waving back with my long nailed,
bejeweled hand.  I noticed that my panties were becoming damp once
again.
	The morning session began and I soon found that being dressed
as a woman meant that I could not sprawl in my chair like I would have
as a man. I had to keep my knees together all the time and sit up
straight. Every so often I would slip and my knees would start to
spread but once when I did I noticed a man in a row in front of me. He
was looking back and leering at me. He almost had drool running out of
his mouth. I could not figure out why but then I realized that he was
trying to look up my skirt. I clapped my knees together and tried not
to look at him for the rest of the morning.
	We took a break after about two hours and the girls and I went
to the ladies room. I was really beginning to enjoy these trips to the
ladies room where we would touch up our makeup and chat for a few
moments inside our cocoon of womanhood. I tried to hint to Nancy that I
was interested in what she and "Mr. Catch" had been talking about but
she ignored my not so subtle hints. She said, "Don't worry Missy, I'm
not trying to steal your man."  That shut me up. I didn't bring up the
subject again.
	I was nervous as the morning passed thinking about my
appointment in the beauty salon. I tried to convince myself that surely
Nancy would only have them fix up my hair a little.  Before I knew it
the morning session was over and I found myself being marched to the
salon arm in arm with Nancy.
	We entered the salon and Nancy had me wait while she spoke to a
woman who seemed to be in charge. Every once in a while they would look
over at me as I waited. Finally Nancy and the woman came over to where
I was standing in my chic suit,  heels and hose.
	"Missy, this is Miss Gilda, owner of the salon. She and I are
old friends." said Nancy. I mumbled a hello in the most feminine voice
I could muster.
	"Hello Missy," said Miss Gilda, "Nancy has told me ALL about
you and I am so happy to have you here in my salon. Please go into the
changing room and take off your suit and pantyhose and put on one of
our smocks."
	  I started to protest to Nancy. I couldn't understand why I
had to disrobe to have my hair done.  Nancy cut me short with a wave of
her hand. "Missy, you are to follow Miss Gilda's instructions to the
letter."  I hung my head and once again did as I had been told.
	I entered the dressing room and removed my jacket, skirt and
blouse and then took off my shoes and panty hose. I put on the frilly
pink smock and was shocked at how short it was. It barely covered my
thighs and I was sure that the bottom of my pantied rear was exposed. I
put my shoes back on and reentered the salon. It felt very strange to
be walking barelegged in highheels and the short smock but none of the
other women in the salon seemed to notice me. Miss Gilda herself came
over to me as I emerged.
	"Ah, Missy, come over here honey and we'll start making you
even more beautiful than you already are."  She took me to a chair and
I sat down.
	A salon girl came over with some kind of a pot that seemed to
have something boiling in it. It turned out to be hot wax which she
applied to my legs. She let it cool for  a moment then she tore it off.
The first time she did it I let out a yelp but after all the other
ladies in the salon turned to look at me I didn't make another sound.
She worked her way up one leg and down the other and then she asked me,
"Bikini wax doll?"
	"No, no thanks,"  I blurted out in terror. She just shrugged
and turned to go.  Miss Gilda had started on my hair and another of the
salon girls came over with a nail station on a rolling cart. After she
set it up the nail technician came over, smiled at me, and began to
work on my nails.  She removed the false nails that Cathy had applied,
worked on cleaning and shaping my own nails for a few minutes and then
began to attach a long set of tapered acrylic nails. They must have
been two inches long.  I couldn't imagine how  I would be able to do
anything with my hands.  I felt so helpless, yet so feminine with them
on.
	 Miss Gilda had me lean my head back into the shampoo sink as
she lathered my hair with a sweet smelling potion. When she had rinsed
me out  I sat back up and she began to do something to my hair with
what looked like pieces of  tin foil.  Soon I had the pieces of foil
all over my head and she began to apply a liquid to the places where
she had placed the  foil. There was a very strong smell.  I noticed
that she was wearing gloves as she used a plastic bottle with an
applicator tip on my hair.  When she was done she told me it would be a
few minutes. I sat like this in the beauticians chair as the pretty
young nail technician finished attaching the last of my nails. She used
a pearl base coat polish on them and when that dried she put on a
cherry red topcoat. Then she began applying what looked like decals. I
could see that she was also gluing what looked like diamonds to my
nails, one or two to each nail.  .
	Miss Gilda took the tin foil pieces from my hair,  rinsed it,
and began to cut it. When she finished she started to put my hair up in
curlers. These were not like the curlers that Nancy had used on my
hair. They were hard plastic and much smaller. Miss Gilda saw me
looking at them in the mirror and said. "You act like you've never seen
a perm rod before Missy." Soon my head was covered in the hard blue
plastic rods and she began to apply another strong smelling liquid to
my hair.  Soon she was finished and the smell of the perm solution
almost choked me.
	"We won't leave that on too long Missy, I want to give you nice
soft curls. Nancy suggested a very curly perm for you but I think I
know best what will go with your face and your new look."
	I looked at her quizzically. "Oh yes," she said, "Nancy has
paid for a complete makeover for you . She said it was a thank you gift
for something you had done for your company."
	At that moment I came as close to getting up and running away
as I had the entire time since the beginning of this whole crazy
affair. But the combination of the way I was dressed and the faintness
I was feeling from the perm solution fumes kept me in the chair.  Miss
Gilda began to take my perm rods out and then she rinsed the solution
from my hair. She began to work with brush and comb and blow dryer.
	Another of the salon girls had removed my makeup and applied a
facial pack. It was bright green and I began to take on the most
bizarre appearance yet.  Miss Gilda turned me from the mirror as the
girl peeled the pack from my face. The skin on my face felt more alive
then it ever had, almost as if I was breathing from every pore.
	Miss Gilda stopped fussing with my hair and went to get a
cosmetologists cart.  She began to work on my face. I was familiar by
now with some of the things she was doing but her work seemed to be
much more detailed than that of Cathy or Shelly. I winced when she
plucked my eyebrows and hoped she wasn't taking too much hair from them.
	She began to work with my makeup and my hair at the same time
as she worked towards an integrated whole.  She would fuss with a
hairbrush and then apply a powder to my cheeks. Then she would do
something with some bobbie pins and use a very thin brush to outline my
lips. She was very deft and worked quickly.  Finally she seemed
satisfied.
	 "Almost done Missy, just one more small detail."  she said.
She went behind me and then I felt her take my earlobe in her fingers.
I felt something cold and metallic and then a sharp pain but before I
could react she was on my other side and I felt the pain in my other
lobe.
	"All done sweetie," said Miss Gilda and she spun the chair
around so I was facing the mirror.
	The face that I saw in the mirror was familiar, but it was
surely not mine.  My hair was now honey blond with silvery white
highlights all through it. It was styled in soft curls that flowed back
off of my forehead and cascaded down the sides and back of my head. I
had long bangs that fell almost into my eyes and she had done something
to make the hair on top of my head rise up very high. It looked like
the hairstyle of a playboy bunny, beautiful and ultrafeminine.
	My thin, high arched brows were raised as if in surprise above
my sultry smoldering long lashed eyes. My cheekbones were highlighted
with a pretty pink blusher.  My lips were outlined and shaped into a
bow with a dark pencil then filled in with a deep crimson,  creamy
textured lipstick.  My lips were pursed into an "O" which just made
them appear more kissable. I thought I looked like a real live barbie
doll and then I noticed my earrings. My ears had been pierced and long
dangling gold earrings hung down from each lobe. I raised a hand to my
ear lobes and saw my long nails. They were colored a beautiful
pearlescent red and had swirls of gold and small diamonds encrusted in
them.
	I was very faint for a moment, and then I realized with a start
that I was having an orgasm. I sat in the beautician's chair lost in
the heavenly feeling. It wasn't at all like the orgasms I knew as a
man. It seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me and it went on and
on in waves of pleasure. When it was over I realized that it had only
lasted a few seconds. I looked around but no one seemed to have noticed
my condition.
	Miss Gilda took me by the hand and helped me up from the chair.
I was in a daze as I went into the dressing room to put on my skirt and
blouse.  I took off my now soaked panties then took the pair of dry
panties from my purse and put them on. I pulled my pantyhose up my
smooth waxed legs. I put my blouse, skirt and jacket back on then my
high heels.  I swayed out of the dressing room and headed towards the
door.
	"Bye Missy, I hope we see you again soon," said Miss Gilda.
Several of the other women in the salon looked towards me as I walked
towards the door. I thought I saw envy in their eyes, but thought I had
to be mistaken.
	As the door to the salon closed behind me I heard Nancy's voice
say, "Here's our Missy now."  I looked up to see her standing there in
the lobby with Cathy and Shelly. She let out a low whistle as I came
close.
	"That Miss Gilda really is a miracle worker." she exclaimed.
Cathy and Shelly were staring at me in disbelief. Finally Cathy said
"Missy, you really are a knockout, girl." Shelly just nodded in
agreement and looked at me with a lascivious smile.  Then the women
parted and from between them stepped "Mr. Catch".
	"Missy," said Nancy,  "This is an old friend of mine who is
just dying to meet you."  The tall, handsome man came forward and took
my hand.
	"Missy," he said,  "It's always a pleasure to meet one of
Nancy's girls.  I hope we can get to know each other better. Perhaps
over dinner later?"
	I heard a soft, feminine voice say "I'd love to."  It took me a
few moments to realize that the voice had been mine.
	As we returned to the conference room for the afternoon session
of the seminar I was having some very unusual feelings for a young man.
But I guess that for a young man in woman's lingerie and business suit
who had just come from the beauty parlor my feelings were not so
strange at all.
	The afternoon flew by and I don't think I remember a word of
what was said at the seminar. All I could think about was my date for
later that evening with "Mr. Catch." I knew his name now but I couldn't
help but think of him still as "Mr. Catch."  The other women noticed
how distracted I seemed and teased me about it when we went to the
ladies room during a break.
	"Missy, said Nancy, You are acting like a love sick schoolgirl."
	"Yes Missykins," said Cathy, "Do you need to go to your room
for some dry panties? Hmmm?"
	Shelly took me by the hand and said, "You're such a lucky girl
Missy, he's so handsome, and such a gentleman too.  How much longer
will it be until you're "Mrs. Catch?"
	They kept teasing me this way. My newly pierced ears were
throbbing a little and I couldn't seem to do anything in my long
beautiful red nails. Even holding a pen required that I use a different
and very unnatural grip.
	I snapped back, "I've had just about enough of this! You all
seem to be forgetting that I'm a man. I'm only dressed this way to save
my job!"
	Nancy came over to me. She slapped me. I was shocked. She took
me by the hand and marched me across the lobby and out of the hotel. We
were downtown and the streets were filled with people. As some of the
men passed they leered at me in a predatory way. The women looked at me
coldly. There were some hookers standing there and they eyed me as if
in appraisal.
	"You just settle down right now Missy," she said, "I want that
account, and you had better do what it takes to get it or I will notify
the home office that you have been fired and the hotel front desk of
the same thing. You will have to check out of the hotel immediatly
Missy. Are you really ready to be kicked out of this hotel dressed as
you are right now? How long do you think you would last out here on
these streets?"
	I was terrified at the prospect.  I didn't even have enough
money to buy a plane ticket home.  I begged Nancy to forgive me and I
told her that I would do anything  she asked. I was almost in tears
before she finally relented and said "That's better Missy, You just do
as I say and everything will turn out just fine."
	We went back into the hotel and back to the seminar. If I had
misgivings before I was really stirred up now. This thing had gone way
beyond my dressing up for a day or two. I was being feminized by Nancy.
I could see that now. Some of the changes she was making to my body
were permanent. I began to suspect that she had other motives.
	Something else was disturbing to me. I was beginning to like
being Missy. A big part of me was looking forward to being dressed up
in beautiful long hair, a dress, heels and hose, and going out on a
date with a handsome gentleman. I wondered about what would happen at
the end of the date. When I thought about it I imagined my date kissing
me goodnight as he pulled me close. I imagined his hands caressing my
plump, round, rear.
	I suddenly realized that I was very aroused.  Nancy noticed and
frowned in disapproval.  I had to pull in my stomach and arch my back
so that my hard cock would not show through my skirt.
	I was glad when the afternoon session was over and we went up
to our rooms.
	"Don't get too comfortable Missy" said Nancy. "You and I have a
little shopping to do before your date. You're going to need some help
with your girlish figure and I know just the place to get what you
need."
	I touched up my makeup in front of the mirror before we went
out. As I sat at the vanity I could feel my silky pantied rear and I
marveled once again at how sensous women's clothing was. Soft and
sleek. Cool and airy. Nylon and lace.
	Nancy came to my door to get me and we were off. We got into a
cab and Nancy gave the driver an address. We drove for a few minutes
and then pulled up in front of a little shop. In the window there were
Mannequins in lingerie, one in a pretty black maids uniform, and
girdles on torso displays. The sign said DuPrissy Lingerie Shoppe. We
entered the shop and when we did Nancy spoke for a moment to the owner,
a tall, buxom brunette, named Rene. After a moment Rene went to the
door and put a closed sign up.  I was informed that I was to have a
private fitting. I followed Nancy and Rene to a side of the store where
there were comfortable chairs and many mirrors. Nancy sat down but
indicated to me that I should remain standing.
	I took off my jacket, skirt and blouse and pantyhose then Rene
began to bring me what seemed like an endless procession of foundation
garments. Nancy sat in a chair and had me model each item for her in
front of the mirrors.
	I tried on waist cinchers, all in ones, longline bras, and
girdles of every description from panty girdles to old fashioned
playtex longline girdles with zippers up the side. But as I tried on
each new garment Nancy always said "No, try something else."
	Finally we seemed to reach the end. I thought that Nancy would
pick one of the girdles I had tried and make me wear it. But no.
	"None of those will do Missy."  She turned to Rene and said, "I
guess we will have to try a corset."
	Rene went into the back of the shop and then brought out a red
satin corset with long garters. It had heavy boning and didn't look to
me like it would be too uncomfortable. Little did I know. I raised my
arms above my head and the owner began to lace me into my corset. I got
the hooks in the front closed . The corset was very tight and as she
laced up the back it got much tighter. I could feel a shallowness when
I tried to breath. She continued to tighten the laces and the pressure
became intense. Finally she seemed satisfied and tied off the corset
laces. Her hands lingered on my pantied rear for a moment. When I
looked in the mirror I saw that I now had a narrow waist and a woman's
wide hips and protruding ass.  As I got dressed I noticed that I could
no longer bend at the waist but had to daintily bend at the knees to
reach the floor. When I tried to walk my hips swung wide. It was the
most natural motion for me now in the tight corset.
	"Now Rene," said Nancy. "We need something for her top. Poor
Missy is not very well endowed you see. Panties won't do for padding if
your date holds you close Missy."
	"I have just the thing," said Rene and she reached into a case
and removed several boxes. First she handed me a pink underwire bra to
put on. I was alarmed as it seemed to be a C cup bra. Even I knew
enough about bras to know that that was a bit large. I was really
shocked when Nancy came up behind me and unhooked the bra I was wearing
in front of Rene.
	"Never mind Missy,  said Rene,  "I've seen girls of all shapes
and sizes." She and Nancy began to laugh as if at some private joke.  I
put on the bra that Rene had given me and then from another box Rene
took out a pair of silicone breast forms. She brought them over and
fitted them into my bra. As they warmed to the same temperature as my
skin they quickly started to feel real. As I walked the jiggled
provocatively. They had very prominent nipples.
	"There's just one more small detail," said Nancy.  She held out
a lycra brief to me. "Go into the dressing room and put this on under
your panties", she said, "We don't want any repeat performances of this
afternoon Missy. Now do we?
	No I did not. I went into the changing room and took off my
panties. I pulled the lycra brief up my smooth legs and when it was
pulled up and I was all tucked in I put my panties back on. I was
amazed at how feminine it made my body, and the feeling of my nylon
panties sliding across the lycra on my butt every time I moved along
with the jiggle of my breasts was incredible.
	I sat down to put on my stockings. In my corset I had to sit
very straight. I pulled on the nylons and attached the garters. I loved
the way my legs felt in the nylons. They were so much more fun than
pantyhose.
	When I put on my skirt I was amazed how easily it fit, I had to
use my belt to pull it in a little. When I turned in the mirror I saw
that I know had the hips and rear end of a woman, large and round with
a narrow waist. My tummy was flat and my skirt fell so as to give just
a hint of the feminine "V" it concealed. I now had breasts that were
much larger than before and seemed to really be a part of me. My
nipples shown through my blouse and I blushed as I closed my jacket
over them.
	Nancy and I said goodbye to Rene and she hugged me, "Come back
anytime honey," she said.
	After another short cab ride we were back at our hotel. Walking
through the lobby with my round hips swinging wide and my breasts
bouncing was a new experience. I had to work to keep from being too
wiggly. Men were turning thier heads and Nancy was smiling broadly at
me.
	When we got in the elevator she said to me, "You had better
learn to control that sexy body of yours Missy. You were driving the
men wild with your "Jayne Mansfield" walk."
	I was shattered. Now even my own body was starting to be beyond
my control.
	We went to my room and I took of my jacket, blouse and skirt.
Nancy brought the little black dress from the closet. I slipped it over
my head and it just fit. It had a rather high neckline in front and
back but was flirtatiously short. The hem just covered the tops of my
nylons.  My breasts were large and round and my nipples were there for
anyone to see.  I put on my black pumps and then Cathy did my makeup
for evening. She just added a bit to my look from the salon and made my
eyes much more dramatic for evening. 	Shelly came into my room and
sprayed me with some heavenly perfume. She handed me a small beaded bag
and when I looked inside I found makeup, tampons, and condoms. I looked
up at Shelly but she just winked at me. I blushed crimson red as I
snapped the purse closed.
	There was a knock on the door and I heard Nancy talking to
someone. "Missy, your date is here," she called out. Shelly and Cathy
went into a frenzy of primping and fussing over me. Finally they stood
back and I went to meet my date. He took my hand gently as I entered
the room and then held the door for me to leave.
	"Have a good time you two, and don't worry about having Missy
in too early. Tomarrows seminar starts late so she can sleep in." said
Nancy.
	My date put his hand on my waist as we walked to the elevator.
He told me he understood if I was a little shy and didn't talk much. He
told me he could talk enough for both of us. We went to a romantic
restaurant for dinner by candlelight. He ordered us an expensive wine
and after a few glasses I began to feel warm and fuzzy. I began to lean
closer to him as he talked.
	After dinner we went to a nightclub and he asked me to dance.
When I pressed my breasts to him during a slow dance he held me close
for a moment and I could feel his hard cock pressed against me.
	We drank and laughed and danced some more and soon it was late
and we were on our way back to the hotel. In back of the cab we kissed
in the dark . He was very patient and gentle with me and I felt like a
woman in every way. I touched his firm rod with my dainty hand. He was
huge. I wanted to be his woman.
	We went upstairs and to the door of my room. He asked me if we
could see each other again the next night and I nodded my assent
demurely.
	He took me in his arms and we kissed again but then he said
"Good Night, Missy". I was shocked. I was almost ready to ask him if he
wanted to come into my room when he turned on his heel and was gone. I
opened my door with trembling fingers and went inside. I sat at the
vanity and looked in the mirror. There was no trace of my male self
there. There was only a pretty, somewhat bewildered woman in a black
dress. The other women heard me come in and began to filter into my
room with a million questions.  They helped me undress and Nancy
unlaced my corset. I put on my nightgown and we all sat around and
talked. I told them about what had happened.
	"He's just being a gentleman honey, you don't see that every
day." said Shelly.
	"That's right Missy," said Cathy. "Besides are you the kind of
girl who sleeps with a man on the first date?"
	"I think she is," said Nancy with a sneer.
	I didn't know what to think. I had never been attracted to men
before. Why was Missy falling in love with one?
	I took off my makeup and applied some lotion to my hands. Cathy
and Shelly said goodnight and went back to thier rooms to go to bed.
Nancy lingered in my room.
	"Come with me Missy," she said. I arose in my marabou slippers
and followed her into her suite.
	We sat and she made us a drink and she began to speak. "I know
you expected more from your date tonight Missy. I am sure you don't
really understand why. I know your date well and I can assure you that
your second date won't end like the first."
	"Missy, do you have any idea what might happen then?" Nancy
asked me.
	I had to admit to her that I did not. I had an idea but it was
a murky thing that was not filled with much detail.
	"I'm going to help you get ready," said Nancy. "Go get into my
bed."
	I did as she told me and curled up in her big bed in my short
chiffon nightie. Nancy turned down all the lights and went into the
bathroom. My head was spinning at the events of yet another day in
dresses and my old self seemed far away. I was having trouble even
remembering his face.
	 I saw the bathroom door open and in the split second before
Nancy shut off the light I could see her silhouetted in the doorway.
She had something like a harness around her waist and as she turned I
saw a long shadow. The light went out and she came to the bed.
	Nancy began to kiss me. As my eyes adjusted to the light I
could see that she was wearing a latex dildo.  She guided my head down
to it untill I had the tip in my mouth. Nancy had me suck her latex
cock. As I was doing that she had begun to lubricate my ass. 	"I want
to be the first in your sissy pussy, Missy,"  she said. She began to
work her fingers in. First one then two. As I relaxed it started to
feel good. Nancy had me move to the center of the bed on my back and
then she put a pillow under my hips. She took my ankles into her hands
and raised my legs up into the air and there I was, in a position of
total submission to her.
	She began to enter me, slowly at first. I did not think I could
take it and I started to whimper a little. "Be quiet bitch,"  said
Nancy. "Women go through this every day so you had better learn to like
it."  With that she pressed deep into me and I let out a little cry.
Tears were running down my cheeks as she moved in and out of me,
pushing deeper with each thrust.
	But soon the pain was replaced by something else. I started to
enjoy what was happening to me. I began to thrust my hips up to meet
Nancy as she drove her cock deep into me. Nancy stopped and pulled out
and had me get on my hands and knees. She entered me doggie style and
began a series of thrusts that drove me wild. She would slowly pull her
cock almost all the way out of my grasping sissy pussy and then drive
it deeply back into me.  As she did this she reached around and took my
cock in her lubricated hand. She began to stroke into me in unison with
her hand moving up and down on my hard cock. Soon I was crying and
laughing and babbling my head off as Nancy rode me into the night.
Thje last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Nancy
inserting a tampon into my sissy pussy. "Just to remind you of me dear"
she whispered in my ear.
	After my night with Nancy very little of my former life as a
man seemed to remain.  I got up in a daze late in the night and went
back to my room. I slept fitfully and dreamt of  Mr. Catch holding me
close and kissing me. But in my dream when I pulled back from his
embrace he had Nancy's face.
	In the morning  my bottom was a little sore but I had a golden
glow all over me. Nancy had brought me to orgasm after orgasm. She had
played the male role and did not allow me to assume anything but a
female posture during our night together. I had been swept away by the
ecstasy she brought me and the remaining male parts of me seemed to
have been swept away as well. I was her woman in every way now.
	 I sighed and got out of bed. I looked in the mirror. My
beautiful hair was a mess. But it was long and blond and curly with
pretty highlights.  I brushed my fingers through it and saw my long red
nails. They made my hands appear thin, delicate, and feminine. A long
gold earring hung from each of my pierced lobes.  Even without makeup
my face was very feminine with its thin high arched plucked brows. Just
enough residue of my lipstick remained to make my lips pink and
kissable.  I could feel the tampon in my bottom and true to what she
had said it did remind me of Nancy.
	I hated the way I looked, but not because I looked so feminine.
I hated the way I looked because I was so disheveled.  I wanted to be
pretty again and I set out to do just that.
	The seminar sessions didn't begin until almost noon so I had
plenty of time. I decided to begin with a long hot bath in my rooms
huge tub.  The hotel had provided some sweet smelling bath oils and I
put all of them at once into the steaming water. I pinned up my hair as
best I could,  took off my panties and nightie and slipped into the
tub. The hot water was divine and as I soaked I felt like I was
drifting on a cloud.
	I soaped my legs and shaved them, taking my time. There was not
much hair to shave after my leg wax at the beauty parlor the previous
day but my pubic hair was still quite shaggy and wild. I lathered it
and shaved it. I kept making errors as I tried to even it out and by
the time I was finished only a small triangular patch remained.
	I luxuriated in the hot scented water and began to lather my
body all over.  As I lathered my breasts I lingered on them and my
nipples became erect. I was aroused again but in a very relaxed and
dreamy way. I could not help but touch myself and almost before I knew
it I was orgasming again. What was it about my new found femininity
that had left me so sexually charged? It was almost as if my libido had
been transformed as well as my appearance.
	I was almost drifting off to sleep when Cathy came into the
bathroom. She did not speak, but just held out a big fluffy pink towel.
I stepped from the tub and Cathy wrapped the towel around me. Not
around my waist as a man would, but around my bust as a woman does.  I
smiled at Cathy and she returned my smile and gave me a peck on the
cheek.
	"Poor Missy, she said, I'm sure that you are just a bit
bewildered by now."
	I was amazed at how perceptive she was, and how tender. She
really seemed to understand the state that my mind was in. I started to
talk and soon was spilling my guts to her telling her everything that
had happened to me. About how I was starting to love dressing and
living as a woman. My cab ride and oral violation the first night. My
night with Shelly. My innermost feelings about my date with Mr. Catch.
And,  most embarrassingly,  about my night with Nancy. Cathy just held
my hand and listened to me. When I described my night with Nancy and I
got to the part where she had stripped away my manhood a single tear
fell from my eye. Cathy wiped it away.
	"Missy",  said Cathy,  "I really do understand what you are
going through, probably a lot more than you think I do. I know what, we
have a couple of hours before the session begins, lets go shopping.
That will perk you up. But no business suits. I have some clothes you
can borrow."
	Cathy went to her room and returned with a cute pink silk
pantsuit.  I put on my panties, bra, and adjusted my breast forms.  I
put on my pantyhose and camisole. I put on the pantsuit. I loved the
way the silk felt against my skin. It seemed to caress my whole body in
a feminine sheath. Cathy sat me down and did my makeup. By now I was
doing some of it myself  but not as quickly or as well as Cathy did.
	The only shoes I had that matched where the pink 4" heels. I
put them on and looked in the mirror. I was a vision in pink. I was so
glad that Cathy had not made me wear my corset.
	We went to the lobby, got a cab, and soon were at the mall.  We
spent the next two hours talking and shopping up a storm. It seemed
like every store had a pretty dress that Cathy or I had to try on. We
looked at pairs of lovely shoes, and giggled as we compared pretty
panties at Victoria's Secret. At a huge stand selling earrings Cathy
bought a pair for me as a gift. They were delicate gold chains with a
tiny heart dangling at the end. She bought the matching ankle bracelet
for me as well and even clasped it around my ankle.
	We visited all the makeup counters in the department stores and
I found I couldn't choose between what seemed like hundreds of colors
of lipsticks. I wanted them all! When I told Cathy this she smiled and
a sparkle came into her eye.
	"Just like a woman," she said.
	All too soon it was time to go back to the hotel and to the
afternoon session of the seminar. We carried our bags out to the taxi.
I was walking much easier in the white flats I had bought at the shoe
store. Cathy had loaned me the money.
	We returned to our hotel and went upstairs to change. I took
off the pink silk pantsuit but hung it in my closet instead of
returning it to Cathy. She had told me to keep it in my closet for now.
	Nancy came into my room as I stood there in my panties and bra.
She came over , and after glancing at the door to make sure we were
alone, she took my chin in her hand and she kissed me.
	"I'll help you with your corset Missy", she said. She held out
the red satin garment to me. Nancy laced me into the corset and it was
even tighter than it had been before.
	"Oh yes", she said into my ear, "Tighter and tighter as you
become corset trained Missy." Finally she was finished. I could hardly
breath and I wasn't sure I would be able to sit down. Nancy ordered me
to bend as best I could in my corset and remove my tampon. When I was
done she handed me a new one and waited while I inserted it. I was
terribly humiliated to have to do this in front of Nancy but she just
waved my complaints away.
	Nancy helped me attach stockings to the garters of my corset
and then slid my camisole over my head. She brought my other suit from
the closet. This one was different from the one I had worn the day
before. It had a long flowing pleated skirt that came to just below my
knee. The blouse was pink satin with a big floppy collar tied into a
bow. The jacket was long and cut like a smock. I put it on and then my
2" black pumps a few gold bracelets and some rings and I was ready to
go.  A glance in the mirror showed a very chic me looking back. A
little less formal than the suit I wore the first day but although it
was very feminine the look was all business.
	 Just before we left Shelly came in with a pair of women's
glasses. They were styled with very large lenses. Shelly gave them to
me and when I put them I found that the lenses were just glass. I
looked in the mirror and now with my glasses and chic suit I was every
inch the career girl. I squeezed Shelly's hand and whispered "thanks."
	We went downstairs and just as we were entering the seminar Mr.
Catch came over and took my hand. He kissed me softly on the cheek and
said,  "Hello, darling. You look lovely this morning." He told me that
he would be working late but wanted to get together after for drinks. I
murmured my pleased assent. I could feel my  tampon as my sissy pussy
spasmed in anticipation of the night ahead.
	We sat through the session and then as the seminar started to
come to an end we broke up into smaller groups. Everytime we went to
the ladies room Nancy handed me a new tampon.
	Nancy  took me with her into a room where a group of
businesswomen were meeting. Even though there were not that many women
in attendance at the seminar, once they were all in one room it was a
pretty good crowd of 30 or 40. I was accepted by them as a woman,
although a few of them did look at me a little strangely. I would see
them whispering amongst themselves and looking at Nancy and I.
	We talked and networked. I got lots of complements from the
women on my nails and hair. I told them all about the little shop in
the lobby and Miss Gilda.  Soon a group of us moved to the bar for
cocktails. The seminar was formally over now. In the morning we would
all be returning home. The thought of it made me sad. I started to
drink a little too much.
	Soon we were all laughing and having a ball. The drinks were
flowing. When some of the girls began to demand that we go to a club I
was glad to go along. By now Cathy and Shelly had joined us and we were
all in a happy mood.
    	About six of us jumped in a car and several other cars filled
up the same way as our party was on the road. After only a few minutes
we arrived at the club.  It was a strange sight though, only women were
in line at the door.  As we got out of the cab and I looked more
closely at the club I could see why.  It was ladies night, and the
entertainment was to be male strippers.  I wasn't sure that was what I
wanted to see but I was taken in arm by Cathy and Shelly and marched
into the dark bar.
	Cathy argued and insisted with the Hostess and soon we were
seated in the front row. The bar was filled with women from the seminar
and being surrounded by so many friendly faces made everyone even more
raucous. They began to chant for the dancers and when the lights went
down and the music began the crowd exploded. The first dancer was
dressed as a cowboy but he didn't have any pants on under his chaps. I
was almost knocked over when a woman rushed the stage to put money in
his skimpy briefs.
	As the show went on I found myself drawn in and began to yell a
bit myself and once I even put some money in the jock of a long haired
California surfer type as he danced in front of me. He winked at me and
ground his hips in my direction as I put the bills in and I loved it.
	The last dancer of the evening was a hunky latino in a Zorro
costume. Just as he began his act I felt a hand on my leg. It was
Cathy. She glanced at me and smiled as she moved her hand up my thigh.
She reached my panties and moved them down. She began to caress my
cock. It was very hard and stuck up out of my skirts as she kneaded it
lovingly.
	I was having trouble maintaining my composure. The hunky
stripper, my feminine dress and role, and Cathy's hand were all making
me wild. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more the dancer moved
to the other side of the stage. The lights suddenly were shining on us
as we sat at our ringside table.
	 First one then another, then soon all of the women on the
other side of the stage could see what Cathy was doing under the table.
	They could see what she had in her hand.
	The dancer saw too and began to dance towards me in a very
suggestive way. The women were shrieking with delight now and as they
did I orgasmed with more power than I ever had before.  I spewed white
cum all over and even reached the edge of the stage with a few drops.
	I thought I would pass out for sure this time. Everything got
very hazy. When I regained my senses Nancy was hustling me towards the
door. Women were patting me on the back and telling Nancy how much they
loved her little surprise. Others were shouting "Where can I get one
like that honey" and "Your boyfriend is so sweet."
	Nancy got me to the street and to a cab and soon we were back
at the hotel. I had never been so humiliated. After all the things that
had happened to me since I got off of the plane, this was the one that
really broke my spirit. To be exposed, in front of all those women, as
a man in a dress. It was just too much.
 	Nancy held my hand and said soothing things to me. She told me
that the women would keep my secret. She had told some of them
beforehand that I was a transsexual, so even though I had male organs,
they thought of me as a woman.
	Almost before my tears were dry Nancy took me to her bed and
made me submit to her again. I was too weak to resist as once again she
pushed her strap on dildo deep into me. Afterwards she held me and
gently kissed me for a while.
	Soon we got up and I went to get ready for my date with Mr.
Catch. Nancy pushed a tampon covered with lubricant into my sissy
pussy. I hoped I could hold it in. She said I would find out later what
it was for.
	I decided to wear the pink silk pantsuit that I had borrowed
from Cathy. But even though I was wearing pants Nancy made me leave my
nylons on and also made me wear my 4" pink heels.  She touched up my
makeup and put my hair up in a semi-formal way. High on top held up
with pins and lots of loose tresses falling down.
	A soft knock at the door and my date had arrived. He took my
hand and kissed me lightly. He stepped back and looked at me and said.
"Missy, you look good enough to eat."
	"Well honey,"  said Nancy, "The night is still young."
	We left and went to the bar. My date could see I was a little
down about something and began to entertain me with little jokes and
stories. He complemented me over and over again. Soon I was feeling
better. We decided to leave the bar and went to a club to dance. We
began barhopping. My date seemed to know every little whole in the wall
dive in town. We had been in one place for a few minutes before my eyes
adjusted to the light. I looked around at the crowd but something
wasn't quite right.
	Then it hit me. All of the women were men. Some of them were
quite beautiful and some had breast implants and were flaunting  them
in low cut dresses. My date was sitting very close to me now and as he
looked in my eyes he said, "I think you should know that Nancy told me
all about you. I know your little secret. I don't care. In fact, you
are the woman of my dreams." As he said this his hand had gone onto my
silk pants. His fingertip had come to rest just on the outside of my
sissy pussy. He applied just enough pressure there for me to feel it.
	I started crying then as he kissed me deeply. I melted into his
arms and we kissed again. Hidden by the booth we were in he pushed one
of his fingers deep into me.
	"Let's get out of here" he said. As we walked from the club he
held me close and one of his hands caressed my rear possessively. In
the cab we could not keep our hands from each other as we kissed. My
nails lingered over his hard cock and when I lowered my lips to it in
the dark he shuddered.
	Back at the hotel we went to his room and again I melted in his
arms. We sat on the bed and caressed and he began to slowly undress me.
He took off my pantsuit, bra and breastforms and began to kiss and
nibble on my nipples. I held his head to my breast and cooed.  He
pulled down my panties and gently pushed me back onto his big bed. He
kissed and caressed every inch of me. He began to probe into my sissy
pussy and when he found my tampon he pulled it out. He took my cock
into his mouth as his fingers went deep into me.  He couldn't wait
another minute. His strong arms were around my waist and then my legs
were spread wide as he entered me. My sissy pussy was wide and waiting.
The lubricant from the tampon had made me that way. Even though his
cock was huge it slid in easily and I began to moan with pleasure
immediately.
	We made love far into the night and each time was a new phase
of ecstasy. He was gentle but all man. He made sure I was satisfied
over and over. He filled me deeply and made me beg for more.
	Morning came all too soon.  I gathered my clothes and kissed
his sleeping forehead as I left to go back to my room. I felt something
dribbling down my leg. It was my lovers cum. I put in a tampon as soon
as I reached my room.
	I sat down at my vanity and looked at the woman in the mirror.
I was lost in thought when the phone rang. It was the front desk,
calling for my male self. They didn't recognize my soft feminine voice
as the one they were seeking. They told me that some luggage had been
found. Should they send it over to the hotel?
	I told them to forget about the whole thing. The gentlemen in
question had checked out.



Epilogue

	Eleven months, three weeks, and 5 days later my heels clicked
smartly on the floor as I walked down the corridor to Nancy's office.
My breasts ached as they jiggled but at least the soreness was mostly
gone now. In the three months since I had my implant surgery I had not
been able to really enjoy my new breasts but now I was feeling much
better. And what better place to show them off then at the seminar in a
new, sexy, lowcut outfit. I was on my way to a meeting with Cathy,
Nancy,  and a new employee who would be joining us this year.
	Shelly has gone on to become supervisor of our northeast
division. I have been promoted into her old job.  I still see Mr. Catch
whenever he comes to town. He spends the weekend and we sometimes don't
wear a stitch of clothing the entire time except for me modeling sexy
lingerie.
	Cathy had to take a leave of absence this year. She had major
surgery. It wasn't until we became roommates after last years seminar
that I found out something about my friend Cathy. She was a pre-op
transsexual. Now she is a woman. The same thing I will be after my
surgery this year.
	Nancy keeps tormenting me and putting off the date. She says
Mr. Catch likes me the way I am.  And by the way, we did get his
account.
	The meeting began and we all had our luggage ready as per
Nancy's instructions. If our new employee was wondering why he had to
have his luggage ready the day before the flight he didn't say
anything. Just as I hadn't said anything the previous year.  I saw
Nancy sizing up his bags.  She even took a Polaroid of them for
reference when no one was looking but me.
	As we were chatting he asked, "What should I wear on the
flight?"
	"Oh, something casual,"  I told him. "You will have lots of
opportunities to dress up at the seminar."
	We ladies all laughed.

The End



By SalonGirl