Tricked and Coerced

Tricked and CoercedSome years ago, it seems like an eternity to me now, I made the fatefulencounter which so drastically changed the course of my life. From thatmoment on I was slowly but surely led down a strange path from whichthere is now no return. Naïvely, I let myself become entrapped by theguiles of a beautiful woman; led from the heights of heaven to thedepths of hell by an enticing smile. Even now I have a hard timebelieving what I’ve become and don’t know whether to laugh, cry orwhinny.It all started in my final year of college. Anticipating a Summa CumLaude business degree I was on top of the world looking forward to abright future and meaningful career. I was in no hurry to settle downand enjoyed playing the field of available young women. Not blessed witha muscular frame, it wasn’t exactly handsome looks that attracted theladies to me, but charm and wit that somehow compensated for my immaturestature. The relationships were usually short lived but long enough toenjoy some satisfying intimacy and sex before the parting of ways. Thatwas ok with me for, as yet, I had no desire to enter into a long termserious relationship. All in all, life was good. Yet to meet my dreamgirl, I had not even thought to start looking for her. You know, yoursoul-mate, the one that captivates your heart so completely you’rewilling to sacrifice everything to be with her no matter what.I first saw her in Charlie’s, an upscale downtown bar, one Saturdaynight. She was in a small group of attractive women that were, alas,totally off-limits. The attending men were tall, muscular and had amilitary look about them. I would never reach her, let alone survive anattempt to introduce myself. To be perfectly honest, I was asking myselfwhat she could possibly see in a scrawny underdeveloped runt like me,given all of that well-hung prime meat so attentively surrounding her. Itried not to stare but her exotic off-world looks intoxicated me. It waslove at first sight. She was by far the most beautiful woman in theroom. Standing tall in heels, her natural height probably matched my 5’9″. She had long, lustrous black hair and emerald green eyes thatliterally sparkled with mischief.I blushed heavily as she glanced in my direction, our eyes meeting forher to catch my obvious stare. Smiling, she demurely lowered hereyelashes; the universal cue to a man that the woman across the crowdedroom is interested in you. She spoke briefly to one of the male escortsand then casually moved away from her protective group. I fancied thatshe was headed over to me, but no, she walked towards the ladies room.This was my chance to single her out. Typical of so many men in such asituation, confronted with meeting the woman of their dreams, I wasfrozen in place, scared of screwing it up and getting a big brush-off.My feet were cemented to the ground while I struggled to think of awitty introduction line. The all too brief window of opportunity lost, Idespondently moved over to the bar to purchase a consolation drink. As Iturned around she was right in front of me bumping into my full glass,the contents spilling over my jacket. Apologizing for being so clumsy,she dabbed at the spill with a tissue. Wanting to impress, I managed tostammer “No harm done. It’s my fault for being in your way.” Saying thatI was obviously a gentleman, she gave me a brief kiss on the cheek,turned around without saying another word and quickly rejoined hergroup. I inhaled her lingering scent, a perfume mingled with pheromonesthat sent heady signals to my brain. Why had she come over to me only toleave so abruptly? My answer was in the stern protective glances comingfrom the men in her group; a definite message to back off if I knew whatwas good for me. I left the bar feeling physically sick for not havingat least asked her name, let alone asked her out on a date or exchangedphone numbers. What a miserable excuse for a man I was, but I took somesolace from knowing that she was out of my league and I had probablyavoided being roughed up.Taking off my jacket at home and I emptied it of all contents ready fordry cleaning. Besides my keys, wallet and phone I was surprised to finda folded piece of paper. “Naughty boy!” it stated. “Your eyes told mewhat you were doing. I hope I did not disappoint! I bet you too lookcute in nothing but your birthday suit. Give me a call sometime soonand, who knows, maybe we’ll live up to each other’s imaginations. Hopeyou’re not too shy to say hello, Daphne.” Needless to say I was inheaven. I now had her name and phone number. Out of all those men, thisgorgeous woman found me cute enough to seek me out. Was I really thislucky?I could barely wait until the next day to call her. On the phone Iquickly lost my shyness as we chatted for many hours, both flirting andexchanging the minutia of our lives. Stupidly I asked about her escortsthat night to which she giggled and teased me about being jealous. AfterI admitted my guilt she told me not to worry, they were just herfather’s goons. Father was apparently very protective of his little girland did his utmost to cocoon her in a tight ring of security. All of hermale friends were vetted and had to meet with Daddies approval. That waswhy she had been so forward in passing me a secret note. If we were tostart dating it would have to be done very discretely.We arranged to meet at a romantic Italian bistro. It is situated on aquiet square near my apartment. We chatted over flickering red candleswhile sharing a good bottle of Chianti. Savoring each other’s eyes weslowly exchanged our life histories. Not wanting to scare her away onour first date, I chose not to express what my heart wanted me to yellout loud. Instead I told her of my dreams for the future and how Iwanted to get to know her better. She talked about her family and howshe did not want to follow the life that father had laid out for her.Her home world was Imperium and she was on Earth to “round out” hereducation before returning home to get married, just as her sisterStefanie had done three years earlier.Magnus, or Daddy as she always called him, ran a powerful space shippingcompany and spent a lot of time off-world making various businesstransactions. He is a powerful man being a Senator; one of the nobilityon Imperium. He has plans to grow the business into a space shippingempire and Daphne is a key part of those plans. At an early age, she hadbeen betrothed to Adrian, the son of his major competitor. Daphne wantednothing to do with the boring Adrian and a stifling marriage; she vowedto only marry for love. Looking so distraught and desperate in thatmoment, I took her into my arms and whispered how I hoped to be her truelove, her knight in shining armor that would save her from such a fate.I know it sounded corny, but I truly meant it. Her sobbing tears slowlydrew to a halt. As we stared into each other’s eyes, her facialexpression slowly transitioned to produce the hint of a smile. We movedour lips together to take a first tentative kiss. Encouraged by itssuccess, we continued kissing, at first tenderly, and then full ofpassion. Needless to say, I had fallen hook, line and sinker for Daphne,but what about Daddy. I was scared to death of him, but at that momentit did not matter. I was smitten and somehow our love would find a wayfor us to stay together.After just a few weeks of casual dating we embarked on a more seriousrelationship spending as much time as possible with each other. It wasdifficult having to always meet secretly at my apartment, never at hers.Each tryst was limited to how long she could avoid being missed by thesecurity goons. Every time she had to put on a heavy disguise to leaveher apartment and could not be gone for long without being missed. Thismade our love making infrequent but all the more passionate.Daphne’s ideas for sex were much more adventurous than mine. She wasalways coaxing me into trying new ways to satisfy our carnal appetites,making each tryst a thrilling new experience. Having exhausted thepositions in karma sutra, we tried out bondage, each taking turns atbeing dominant and submissive. At first I did not notice, but as timewent on she seemed to really enjoy being the dominant one, so we fellinto a routine of me being the submissive. Although I never thought ofmyself as a macho man I was surprised by my acceptance of her taking thedominate role in our sex play. I had never thought of myself assubmissive. It’s amazing how erotic the touch of a feather can be whenwith arms and legs restrained, it is lightly brushed over one’s exposederogenous zones. Naked and tied spread eagle on the bed, Daphne wouldtease me to arousal and then ease off only to stimulate me to the edgeof orgasm a few minutes later. Sometimes she would finish the heavenlytorture by taking my rod in her mouth, licking and sucking me toejaculation. She always let the semen squirt over my naked body, neverin her mouth. She would then scoop it up to feed me, refusing releaseuntil I licked up every single drop. Other times she would straddle andride her mount to fulfillment. Either way there was no escape for me. Iwas her willing sex toy to do with as she pleased. It was exquisite notbeing able to resist or control the method of our love making, onlycertain of its eventual outcome.We had been going steady for five months when out of the blue Daphnequizzed, “Carl, Do you know why this coming weekend is extra special forme?”I did not have a clue; some kind of lover’s event that I had forgotten?Trying to extricate myself with humor, I jokingly responded, “Save thewhales day.””No silly, it’s my coming of age Birthday this Friday!” she squealedexcitedly.Feeling bad that I did not know, I exclaimed, “I’m such a jerk!” Thenanticipating I was in hot water I pleaded, “Please forgive me. How can Ipossibly make it up to you?””Don’t feel bad honey. I didn’t expect you to know since I didn’t tellyou until now. But I do have a gift in mind that would make my Birthdayextra special, the best ever!””If it’s in my power, it’s yours,” I replied.”That’s wonderful,” came Daphne’s exited response, “because I want us tospend the whole day together and have you to myself overnight. I’vearranged a full day of activities; a birthday dinner followed by anevening at the ballet and then clubbing till late in the morning.”Thrilled, I was beginning to think this would be an extra specialpresent for me too! Did this mean Daphne was willing to bring ourrelationship out into the open? Maybe Daddy was not such an ogre afterall. I truly hoped so. “Of course darling, but what gift can I get you?””This is where the extra special part comes in,” she squealed excitedly.”With the ever present chaperones you obviously can’t come as myboyfriend, but I think you’ll make a very convincing girlfriend”continued Daphne taking an extra girlish pose and fluttering her eyelidsat me.”No, seriously,” I laughed thinking it was all in jest.”Yes, seriously,” she giggled. “That’s the only way it will work.””No way,” I exclaimed. “I could never pull that off, not in a millionyears, not in front of everyone.””It will be such fun pulling a fast one on Daddy,” she said with glee.”Just think, Carl, we’ll be able to make love overnight at my apartmentand maybe even spend the whole weekend together. No one will be thewiser.””But he’s sure to do a background check on me and find that yourgirlfriend is really a boyfriend,” I countered.”Yes, I’ve thought of that already. Today I had a close friend of minehack into the public records and change your name to Cindy. As far asthe world is concerned you are now a woman.” Seeing the look of shock onmy face she continued, “It’s no big deal honey, my friend will evenprovide a genuine driver’s license for you and change everything back tonormal when sadly it’s all over.” Daphne had already assumed myagreement to participate in the crazy scheme, and now had little choicebut to gracefully accept. Solidifying the plan even further she added,”I’ve already made a make-over appointment for you on Thursday at mybeauty parlor.”I had never even thought about cross-dressing, let alone been interestedin doing it. I was petrified of the idea of posing in public as a woman,especially since I expected to fool no one. Daphne, however, was sohappy and excited at the prospect that I could not spoil her fun justyet. It was after all her twenty first birthday and I had promised tomake it extra special; I just hadn’t realized that meant extra specialfor me too!Thursday morning rolled around much too soon. After showering andshaving all over as instructed by Daphne, I had some coffee and waitedfor her to arrive. It was still very early and the sun had yet to rise.Surprisingly she arrived with a box laden man trailing her. Sydney wasapparently a body sculpting medic, whatever that meant. To saveembarrassment at the beauty salon, Daphne had hired him to deal with themore intimate details of my transition beforehand. It was a kindthought, but I found being worked upon by a man to be extremelyhumiliating, even more so with Daphne constantly watching the processand giggling at my embarrassment. First I was given an all over massage,perfumed oils being rubbed into my skin. The oil was a depilatory toprevent any hair growth for about a week. I was told to open my mouthwide and he sprayed a liquid down into my throat. I wondered what thatwas for as I felt something in my throat get tighter.Next step in the process was applying the skin prostheses. First to goon were the C cup breasts. The glue gave off a heady vapor that made mefeel somewhat high. After carefully positioning the breasts on my chestSydney instructed me to lie still for ten minutes thus allowing thebreasts to strongly bond with my skin leaving no visible seam. Sittingup I could feel their weight and noticed how they jiggled with everybody movement. Daphne laughed at the terrified look on my face but cameto my rescue with a satin platform bra. She clipped it around my bodyand showed me how to settle my new breasts comfortably into theminiscule cups. I was grateful for the bra’s support but felt self-conscious at the way my naked breasts, replete with genuine lookingnipples, were openly displayed on a shelf.Next I stood as thigh and bottom enhancements were glued in place. In notime at all I had some very natural looking feminine curves. By thistime I was beginning to feel a little bit excited.”Perfect timing for the vagina,” Sydney mocked as he noticed signs ofarousal at my crotch. “Now lay back girl and spread them for lover boy,”he said, “this won’t hurt at all.” His latex covered hands worked mytesticles until they popped up into my body cavity. Using glue he sealedthem securely into place. “Now for the piece de la resistance,” hesnickered. I was handed some kind of plastic ring and told to slip itonto my penis. I did not like the look of it and hesitated to do so.Daphne, impatient with me, took the ring and slipped it on before Icould say no. It slide on easily, but gripped fast when I tried toremove it. A hair blower was then directed at my genitals. It felterotic and my penis did its best to lengthen only to be restricted bythe ring. After several minutes of heating the ring had shrunk muchsmaller, tightening its grip even further. Sydney then took hold of mypenis and inserted it into a recessed sheath within a fake vagina.Pushing my penis into the sheath I heard the ring snap and lock intosome kind of catch. I did not like the sound of that.The vagina looked very realistic after being smoothed out, and gluedinto place on my crotch. It even had a heart shaped landing strip ofpubic hair. “The ring will hold Johnny in place for the duration soyou’ll need to pee sitting down,” Sydney laughed. “Oh, and if you feeladventurous, it has a vaginal recess to enjoy being fucked by a man. Thering will prevent any leakage around the seams when you pee but, mostimportantly, will keep you in girl mode by preventing any erections.”Daphne was finding the situation, especially my response to the ‘fuckedby a man’ comment, hilarious. The more she broke out into fits oflaughter, the more I fumed red with embarrassment. Fortunately, before Iblew a fuse, she calmed herself down and stopped her giggling. Trying tokeep a straight face she thanked me for being such an understandinglover and undergoing all of this just for her. I knew that she was alsomaking fun of me but I decided to play along with her. Forcing a smile Isarcastically whispered, “You know I’ll do literally anything for youdarling!” only to realize that I had a female sounding voice. Daphnebroke out into laughter and giggles once again.I was shocked by my voice and overall appearance. The vagina, breastsand literally everything else looked and felt so damn real. I was awashwith emotions. Sydney, by his snide comments and man handling of mypenis, had upset and angered me. His laughter at my predicament had beenall too humiliating. Unfortunately, given my situation, I had no way toregain even a modicum of male dignity.As if to reinforce my thoughts, Sydney rudely instructed, “Oh! Honeybuns, I almost forgot to tell you. Hot showers will help prolongeffectiveness of the glue and keep you looking like the gorgeous girlthat you are. Only Daphne knows how to remove the ring so you’d betterbe a good girl. She might decide to punish bad behavior by keeping youpermanently chaste and out of trouble.” Before I could think of asuitable retort, Daphne, seeing trouble brewing intervened by politelythanking and paying Sydney for his services. Departing with a big smileon his face, I knew that he was laughing to himself at my predicament.Daphne claimed he was just pleased about how generous the tip had been.”Lighten up!” Daphne said. “We have to finish getting you ready for yourbeauty appointment.” Glad that Sydney was gone, I let Daphne finishdressing me in a thong panty that matched my bra, shear tights and asmart business outfit; white silk blouse, tight fitting black pencilskirt, a purse and moderate heels. With a little mascara, red lipstickand a wig I was ready to venture out into the world as a woman. No! Notreally! I was petrified that neighbors might recognize me. Not wantingto be seen, I scooted out of my apartment to the staccato of rapidlyclick-clacking high heels and literally dived into the refuge of awaiting taxi cab.Daphne, trailing behind me teased, “Wow, that’s impressive. Running inhigh heels! You must have done this before?” Finally, seeing my distressat being out in public like this, she stopped the teasing and gave mesome much needed advice. “Now take a deep breath, and calm down. I knowit’s all new to you but from now on you must act like the woman youappear to be. Don’t ever run in heels. Always walk slowly swinging yourhips a little. It will help if you place one foot directly in front ofthe other on an imaginary line. Oh, and I don’t want to ever see youflash those panty’s again, swing your legs together when getting in andout of a car.” Sufficiently chastened, I gradually calmed down anddecided to heed her good advice. It was a lot to remember but withpractice the moves should become second nature to me. Just in time I wasfinally collected enough to confront my next ordeal, the beauty salon.Taking Daphne’s advice I practiced exiting the car like a lady.”Hello Joan,” said Daphne to the owner as we entered the beauty parlor.”I hope we’re not late.””Of course not, darling! Your timing is perfect as usual,” respondedJoan.Then exchanging hugs I was introduced as Daphne’s best friend Cindy.”So this is her, you didn’t tell me she’s such a natural beauty.”Blushing at the compliment I was tongue tied and scared to utter myfirst words in a female voice. I hoped I could maintain the higher pitchwithout dropping into my normal tone. Knowing that women always lookedto complement one another, I managed to stutter, “I’ve just been dyingto visit here ever since Daphne told me about you.””Well, thank you,” responded Joan with a big smile. Glancing down at herappointment book she said, “I have you down for a full makeover Cindy.It will take about five hours to complete but I think you’ll be verypleased with the results. You should know we’ll be doing our best to winyou over as a regular customer.” Not if I could help it, I thought!Seeing that I was in good hands and had no chance to flee, Daphne, afteranother round of hugs, took her leave promising to pick me upafterwards. Handing me over to Suzy for a facial and cuticleconditioning, Joan whispered in my ear, “I can see that this is yourfirst time dear. There’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re not the first’gurl’ we’ve done this for, so just relax and enjoy the experience.Daphne has given us full instructions for your make-over.”A plastic cape placed over my blouse, I was told to lie back putting myhead in the headrest. My wig and make-up were removed for theapplication of a facial peel. Slices of cucumber covered my eyes, muddrying on my face, as my toes and fingers were dipped into a warm soapysolution. Suzy worked on my cuticles and buffed my nails. It felt goodand I did not mind the attention; after all some men got manicures andeven pedicures. Next the facial peel was removed and I was moved over tothe shampoo chair. Head leaned backwards over the sink my hair waswashed and conditioned. It seemed I was in a factory line as next I wasmoved to yet another chair where the stylist Miriam first cut and thenworked on weaving extensions into my hair. My natural hair was long fora man but too short to be convincing as a woman. So far, everything hadbeen most agreeable and nothing to worry about. I actually felt veryrelaxed. After the weekend, a quick haircut would take care of returningme to normal.Joan came up to me saying, “How’s it going dear?”I replied, “Just wonderful, this is so relaxing.””Glad you are enjoying the experience. Here, drink this complimentaryglass of Pinot Grigio.” I gratefully accepted the wine and after a fewsips drifted off to sleep.I felt my left shoulder being gently shaken and heard a voice calling,”Wake-up Cindy, wake-up.” On drowsily opening my eyes I was shocked tosee a feminine looking hand, my hand, with long pink nails having whitetips. A French manicure I thought to myself. Groggily I raised my eyesto look at the mirror only to see the reflection of a woman with longwavy golden locks flowing down around her shoulders.”It’s time to wake up Cindy. You’ve slept through most of the fun andit’s time to complete your make-up” said Miriam. Now sufficiently awake,I knew where I was and who the gorgeous blond must be! The acrylicextensions would not come off easily, but worse than that, I had dyed,permed hair that fell all the way over my shoulders. Alright, I thoughttrying not to panic, more difficult to reverse come Monday, but it couldstill be done. Now I would need some hair dye and I knew not what toremove the nails. Daphne would help. Then I noticed tuzla escort the pierced earscomplete with dangling earrings. I even sported a glittering nose studin my left nostril.Seeing my state of shock from across the room, Joan came by asking if Iwould like another glass of wine. This time I knew better and declinedthe offer. Joan whispered, “Relax Cindy, you look absolutely gorgeous.Daphne did not want you freaking out with all of the changes so weagreed it would be best if you slept through the worst of it. This glassis just wine. All we need to do now is finish your make-up and you’reready to go.Having gone so far what choice did I have? It was too late to make ascene so I lay back quietly as fake eyelashes were glued on one lash ata time and the completed eyelash primped in a lash curler. My eyebrowswere painfully tweezered into a thin arched line. Next I was ready forthe war paint. At each stage I was instructed on how, in future, toapply make-up. Foundation, setting powder, blush, eye shadow, mascara,eyeliner, lip liner and lipstick were all applied to perfection. Lookingin the mirror, all I could see was a somewhat scared but beautiful womanlooking back at me. Trying to play it cool, I thanked Joan for hermiraculous work. “Not at all Cindy,” she replied. “With your bonestructure and unblemished skin, it’s easy and pleasurable work.”To make her day I said, “I just love the new me.” We hugged each other,brushing cheeks to each side of the face while smacking our lips tosound like kisses. I felt proud of my new found feminine skill foraffectionate departures. Joan said a parting, “So glad you like your newlook Cindy. Please come see us again soon.””Holy shit!” exclaimed Daphne as she entered the salon. “Cindy, is thatyou? You look absolutely stunning. Come on girlfriend, we have someserious shopping to do!”For her Birthday, Daddy was treating Daphne to a private designerfashion show from which to select suitable new outfits to wear on herbirthday. On hearing that Daphne had a new very best friend, he’dinsisted that Cindy be included on the shopping spree. At a minimum,Daphne said we both needed gowns and matching shoes for attending theballet and sexy dresses for nightclubbing afterwards.Before that, Daphne said I needed to have my own everyday clothes.”Why?” I asked.”Because, silly, Daddy will send someone to verify who you are and whereyou live,” she replied.I had not thought of that and how complicated everything was getting tobe. Daphne was also beginning to talk to me as if I truly were hergirlfriend, and a silly one at that! Apparently my apartment needed tolook like that of a girl’s, not a boy’s. Taking advantage of my salonvisit and our clothes shopping, Daphne was having my apartmentrefurnished and decorated in a feminine way. I thought Daphne wasgetting carried away by all of the changes but she insisted oncompleting the illusion.I became Daphne’s Barbie doll as we went from store to store with memodelling almost every item of clothing. First purchase was an authenticwaist cinching corset that after much pulling on the laces took fourinches off my waist. Apparently I needed to be as slender as possiblebefore selecting all of my new clothing. There seemed no end to thepurchases of intimates; bra’s, panties, nylons, camisoles, nightgowns,etc. Not finished yet, blouses, skirts, sun dresses, work day suits,shoes and even handbags were added to complete my wardrobe; way to muchclothing for just a weekend. Daphne paid for everything and all of thepurchases were delivered to my apartment. I wondered what the neighborswould be thinking!I now stood in a satin blouse with short arm cuffs and black leathermini-skirt with matching bolero jacket. I had on knee length boots with6″ stiletto heels and a designer handbag slung over my shoulder. Perchedon my head was a wide brimmed hat from which some black open lacenetting d****d over my face. Surprisingly, I looked very convincing inthis outfit; truly a high-maintenance, hot looking babe! Daphne wasclearly having as much fun dressing me as I was experiencing the newfemale sensations. However, I also felt guilty at so much spending onclothing that I would never wear. Maybe I could return most of it later.For now though, it felt very erotic, perched on tip-toe with garterspulling at the tops of my nyloned legs; my waist cinched ever so tight.The clothes only served to accentuate a perfect figure; a prominent buttand well-endowed boobs sheathed in layers of silk and leather.”OK girlfriend, now you look suitably dressed for some serious gownshopping,” exclaimed Daphne. So, arm in arm, off we set in search offemale glamor. This time the gowns were displayed by professional modelsparading down a catwalk. Sitting carefully, I tried not to let my mini-skirt rise too high as we sat and perused the display of high fashiongowns. Feeling somewhat undressed, I kept pulling down on the hemline aswe discussed and selected which gowns to try on ourselves. So this iswhat it felt like to be a rich, glamorous, high-fashion woman.We picked out a sapphire blue satin gown for me. Daphne said the colormatched my eyes and perfectly set off my blond hair. It had a corset topthat displayed lots of cleavage on me. The bottom was very tight andrestrictive, trapping my legs in a full length satin sheath. Even with aslit from ankle to mid-thigh, walking required me to use lots of smallhigh heeled steps that gave a wiggle to my butt. All of that I foundsomewhat disconcerting but enjoyable. At least the gown came with a wrapto cover my shoulders and exposed cleavage. Daphne chose a similar gownin emerald green to match her eyes. By the time we came to selectingnightclubbing dresses I was quite inebriated and not paying muchattention to the job at hand. I left dress selection completely inDaphne’s capable hands.My nightclubbing dress was altogether different from the gown. Clearlyit was designed to showcase the body and expose as much flesh aspossible. This had a side benefit of providing complete freedom to moveand dance wildly. Not really a dress, it consisted of two pieces. Thetop was more like a one piece bathing suit with barely wide enoughbandage strips that covered each breast separately. It left the buttnaked and provided only minimal coverage for the crotch. Having a thongwith hook and eye closure, it wouldn’t be necessary to undress forbathroom visits or sexual encounters. It was made of a bright redstretchy material that gave the appearance of liquid metal. Anyonlookers would have an unobstructed view of flesh going all the waydown between the breasts to the hips, while those from behind would seean exposed back tapering in a V shape to the top of the butt crack. Itwas obvious that no bra could be worn with this, so it came with nudecolored self-adhesive cups to stick onto each breast. My boobs werecertainly going to be free to bounce around a lot. The bottom was a veryshort, silver colored, flared mini-skirt. Covered in glittering sequinsit showed off the legs to mid-thigh. When twirling and dancing it wouldflare out, flashing three sixty views of the skimpily covered crotch andbare buttocks. The dress also came with a matching sequined wrap. Daphnewas happy with her selection for me and by that time I was too blitzedon champagne to realize how much of my body it exposed. Daphne hadchosen a much more conservative and ladylike dress for herself.Daphne dropped me off at my apartment. Returning home I was too drunk tocare if the neighbors or anyone else might see me. Giving me a chastekiss, Daphne reminded me to show up at her apartment tomorrow at 4 pmwith my gown and dress. The front door nameplate now said Cindy Lawson.The apartment was completely changed. Gone were my male clothes replacedby all of the day’s feminine purchases. Pink was now the predominantroom color and I had a mirrored make-up table loaded with all kinds ofperfume and make-up. This was a lot of expense just to fool Daddy for aweekend of uninhibited sex with Daphne. I was flattered at all of thetrouble and cost Daphne had taken to spend her birthday with me.The bed was now a four poster fitted out with satin sheets andcomforter. I was so overwhelmed and tired that I just collapsed on topof the bed and feel asleep until noon the next day. Waking up I wasshocked to find myself still fully dressed as a girl. Stripping off myclothes I put on a plastic hair cover and took a hot shower. As a markof male rebellion I peed standing up in the shower; saving me thetrouble of having to sit down on the toilet seat it also gave me a fewmoments to come to terms with the fact that I now had female sexcharacteristics. Feeling much refreshed I stepped out of the shower andstood in front of the mirror only to be reminded that I still lookedlike someone’s wet dream. The make-up was still pristine and perfect.Shit, they must have used semi-permanent make-up. Yesterday was not adream after all and I still had to be Cindy for Daphne’s birthdaycelebrations.I arrived at Daphne’s as planned and we helped each other to get ready.”Daphne, I don’t think I can go through with this, especially wearingthe nightclub dress,” I protested as the clock quickly progressed todeparture time. “Don’t be silly, Cindy,” said Daphne,, “I know we went abit too far in picking out that dress, but it’s too late to back outnow. You look fabulous in it. Besides, if Daddy found out now he wouldkill you.” With that sobering thought still echoing in my head the door-bell rang.Daphne opened the door only to gasp in surprise and exclaim, “Why Daddyand Adrian, what a wonderful surprise. What are you doing here?”Daddy responded, “I wanted to surprise you. We couldn’t miss your comingof age celebration. After all, it only happens once in a lifetime.”Adrian grabbed hold of Daphne and kissed her saying, “Many happy returnsdarling.” Everyone then noticed another young man of Adrian’s agestanding in the doorway. “This is my best buddy George. We couldn’t keephim away when he heard about your friend Cindy.”Without missing a beat Daphne said, “Daddy, Adrian and George, this ismy best friend, Cindy.” We all exchanged hugs and I had my firstexperience of greeting men and feeling the novel experience of mybreasts pushing against their chests as my cheeks felt the sandpaper offacial stubble.Now I was well and truly stuck. Instead of an evening alone with DaphneI had by default become a blind date for George. I had not expected mydisguise to come under such close scrutiny and wondered if I wouldsurvive the evening. The men helped us into our wraps and escorted us tothe restaurant. I felt very self-conscious acting the part of abeautiful woman being escorted to the dining table by a handsome man.George held out a seat for me. I sat down as graciously as possible inthe skin tight gown and heels only to realize that I was now sandwichedbetween the two men.Daddy, it turned out, seemed to know a lot about me. “You must be a veryintelligent young lady; I hear that you are soon to be a businessgraduate.””Yes,” I smiled replying, “Summa Cum Laude.” My pride getting the betterof me. I was wondering how much and what else Daddy knew about Cindy. Iwould have to be careful not to volunteer information in case I put myfoot in it.”Well, my business is always looking for talented young people. Youcould even start as an intern before graduating. Of course, we expecteveryone to start at the bottom but a smart young lady like you wouldsoon make rapid progress upwards in the company. Why don’t you come foran interview this coming Monday? Let me see; is 10 am OK for you?” hesaid while entering the appointment in his smart phone. I could onlysmile and nod yes in reply. How ironic, the interview was just what Ineeded as a man, but I could not accept as Cindy. I would have to go tothe interview but find a way to politely decline the offer.All of this time, George had been a busy boy. I had to constantly peelhis hand off my leg and thigh as we sat at the dining table. George waspretty full of himself as he expounded on his athletic prowess and greatcareer prospects. It was difficult to keep a smile on my face andmaintain a pretense of interest in the drunken fool’s boring dialogue. Isuppose some women would have been thrilled to date him, but I was notjust some woman. Thank god the dinner was finally coming to an end.Daphne and I finally had a chance to escape to the ladies room.”Sorry about this Cindy,” said Daphne as we looked into the mirror re-touching our lipstick. “I couldn’t tell Adrian and Daddy to get lost,tonight of all nights. Besides, I expect George is having a thrillkeeping you fully entertained” she said with a mischievous laugh.”Entertained,” I freaked out. “I can’t take any more of his groping andconceit. You have to help me keep him at a distance.””Now you know what the other half have to deal with,” giggled Daphne.”Just hold in there, Cindy, and we’ll be spending the night together inbed.”Things went a little bit better at the ballet. By this time, of course,my corset was killing me. I was forced to sit fully upright waving a fanin one hand while the other firmly held onto George’s hand keeping itsafely away from my leg. I hoped he was not getting any ideas about me.At least there was no need for conversation as we watched the ballet.Daphne and Adrian seemed to be getting on very well togetherdemonstrating an undercurrent of affection between them that I had notexpected; not at all the bore Daphne had previously described to me.During drinks at the intermission Daddy brought up yet anotherdisastrous idea. “Daphne, don’t you find living alone in your apartmenta little bit lonely.””Now you come to mention it, yes I do,” Daphne responded, “but you won’tlet me have any roommates.””You know that’s not strictly true,” he chided her. “I just won’t letyou share it with any men” Daddy chuckled. “It’s large enough for two sowhy don’t you ask Cindy to move in?””Do you really mean it? That’s a just super idea Daddy, thank you somuch.” Turning a mischievous smile towards me she continued, “I wantedher to move in but didn’t know how you would take it.””That’s settled then,” said a beaming Daddy. “Adrian is going to bestaying here on Earth for six months and I’ll be much happier with youhaving Cindy as a room-mate.”Once again I did not get a vote, but was expected to be happy at theoutcome of their discussion. What could Daphne possibly be thinking? Icould not keep up the pretense of being a woman for that long. I neededto change back to my old self come next week.The ballet over we went back to Daphne’s to change into our club attire.Daphne worked on my makeup as I complained about having to move in withher.”What are you complaining about? This is our dream come true. We canfinally be together 24/7. Isn’t that what you want too?””God yes,” I agreed, “but as your boyfriend, not your girlfriend!” Iretorted.”How much do you love me?”Being male I knew the only correct response, “More than anything, morethan life itself.””Then prove it,” Daphne replied, “Just be my girlfriend for the next sixmonths. That way I get to keep Adrian at bay and live with my true love24/7. It will be fun; we’ll be able to go out shopping and partyingtogether too.”I had no desire to continue masquerading as a girl even if I had Daphneall to myself in her apartment. I needed to quickly quash the idea asimpractical. “I could never pass full time as a woman,” I argued. “Ittakes more than just wearing a dress. I just don’t have the actingskills.”Pouting, she said, “You’ve done fine as a girl so far. I’m beginning tothink you don’t want to live with me.””Of course I do, but it’s impossible to continuously keep up the voiceand mannerisms of a woman. I’m bound to slip up some time soon and getcaught. What about unexpected visitors to the apartment finding me, notCindy, at home.”Starting with a frown on her face that turned into a smile, sheresponded, “Of course, you are right. That is a concern, but I think Imay know of a solution.”Oh no, instead of successfully putting an end to the nonsensical idea Ihad, to my horror, only made it much worse.”I know of a discrete health spa that works miracles. They will turn youinto, I mean make you appear to be, my very beautiful girlfriend Cindywith no risk of exposure to Adrian, or any other man for that matter.And just think of the other benefits. We can expand our love makingexperiences. I’ve always wanted to try out the lesbian side of sex andnow we can share that thrill together. Isn’t that just wonderful?”Wonderful? Now, not only would I have to dress 24/7 as a women but I wasexpected to become her pseudo lesbian lover! This had gone way too farbut I saw no easy way out. If I wanted to keep Daphne I had to go alongwith her scheme for a little while until she grew tired of it. I was nowtrapped by Daddy’s generosity and Daphne’s desire to experience lesbiansex with me!Putting on my night clubbing dress, I found it be a lot more revealingthan I liked. Daphne said I looked fantastic and applied glitter make updown between my breasts and the small of my back. I was feeling veryself-conscious and afraid to go out dressed so sexy looking and exposed.Daphne insisted I take one of her nerve pills to help me relax. After Ihad calmed down we rejoined the men waiting in the living room. George’seyes literally popped out of their sockets when he caught sight of me inthe skimpy dress. Daddy, thinking I did not see him, winked at Georgeand said, “I’m way too old for nightclubs. Why don’t you youngsters goout and enjoy yourselves?”As we left, George placed the sequined wrap around my shoulders. I putmy arm into his as he escorted me to the waiting limousine. The veryshort hemline of my dress made it impossible to enter the car withoutexposing my naked bottom and barely covered crotch. George stole anappreciative look at my involuntary display, before getting into the caras well. Taking similar, but just as ineffective, care on exiting thecar I gave the waiting parking valet an eye-full too. Thinking that Icould not hear, the valet whispered, “Lucky bastard, sir,” to George.Blushing red with embarrassment, I was escorted together with Adrian andDaphne into the night club.After a few Martinis I loosened up a bit and managed to chat quitecasually with both George and Adrian. I had to take great care tomaintain female mannerisms and not slur my speech as I became moreintoxicated. I was feeling very relaxed and high spirited, unaware thatDaphne’s pill was having a big effect upon me. The music began tovibrate and couples made their way onto the dance floor. Daphne easilypersuaded me to join her on the floor and we soon took center stagedancing with abandon to the music. Feeling less and less inhibited, Ideliberately worked my boobs to take on a life of their own, bouncingand swinging independently of each other. It felt weird but somehowsexy. After noticing the way my skirt flared to expose my naked butt, Ibecame even more of a slut by purposefully turning and twisting to fullyexhibit my assets. I loved the way the stage lights reflected off theflared sequined skirt to form patterns on the ceiling. I realize nowthat Daphne must have slipped me an extra special pill, not just arelaxant. But at that moment, on the dance floor, I found it titillatingto be the center of attention entertaining so many hungry male eyes. Ipurposely sought out to see how many young men I could attract by thesight of my glistening semi-naked body as it gyrated to the music.Some dances later I was coming down off my high and beginning to realizejust how much of a fool I had been. Why had I felt so sexy and behavedas such a hussy. Looking as I did, I came to the realization of just howdangerous it had been to flaunt myself in that manner. Fortunately wehad Adrian and George to protect us from any unwanted male overtures,but then I wondered about later; who was going to protect me fromGeorge? Even if he doesn’t think me a slut, he must think I’m a surething for tonight. Fortunately, Daphne and I would be saying goodnightto the men together.I was grateful for George’s protection as he joined me on the dancefloor. By now my dancing moves had calmed down; bumping our rear endstogether to the beat of the music was, by then, my most risqué move.When it came to a slow dance I felt him take my hand and place his otherarm tightly around my waist. I felt my body being pulled towards himuntil my breasts pushed gently into his chest. It seemed natural to laymy head down against his shoulder. Moving my body slowly in synch withhis I found it was easy to follow his lead. We were wrapped together sotightly that I could feel his engorged penis as it stood to attentionpushing against my skimpy dress. Confused, I felt myself excited byGeorge but also jealous to see Daphne doing the same with Adrian. Georgestarted taking advantage by cupping and squeezing my bare bottom withhis hand under my skirt. After my earlier antics I had littlecredibility to tell him to stop and, truth told, I was enjoying theunusual feeling. Having got away with no reprimand, he began to kiss myneck and nibble on my ear. I giggled thinking, if he wasn’t morecareful, he would end up with a mouthful of diamond studded earing. Bythe second slow dance he was kissing me on the lips and pushing histongue into my mouth. Telling myself that I was just playing a role, Iforced myself to return his affection. At first I felt sick kissing aman, but after a while it didn’t seem much different to kissing a woman.”Way to go girl,” Daphne teased me after repairing to the ladies room.”I didn’t enjoy it,” I replied. “It makes me feel sick.””Really,” she laughingly responded, “you certainly fooled me then. ItsOK darling, I’m not jealous, but you’ve been flirting and giving himcome-on signals all night long. He’s probably so wound up by now thatyou’ll need to go all the way before this evening’s over.””What do you mean all of the way?” I replied.”Look, I’m not against you experiencing sex with George. It’s a goodopportunity to enjoy the full female experience. I won’t be jealous soplease don’t be jealous of me and Adrian.””What do you mean, jealous of you and Adrian?” I asked.”Well, I’m going to have to be nice to my fiancé tonight or Daddy willget suspicious. I’ve invited Adrian to spend the night with me. You willhave to sleep in the spare bedroom.””That’s not fair. I was counting on us being together. Also, if Adrian’sthere, then George will want to hang around. He’ll also expect to stayand have sex with me too, so how can I get rid of him?””After your performance tonight, of course he will. If you don’t wantthe pleasure then you’ll just have to let him down nicely. Remember, wedo have to keep our cover as being girlfriends. I’m sorry for breakingmy promise about tonight but what else can I do? They weren’t supposedto show up and spoil our weekend together.”Horrified, I returned to our table and proceeded tuzla escort bayan to get as drunk aspossible. We were all pretty well blitzed by the time we got back toDaphne’s but the effects of Daphne’s pill had fully worn off. Adrian andDaphne quickly disappeared into her bedroom to the sound of giggles andclothes being rapidly removed. I was left alone to entertain George. Notmissing an opportunity, he led me into the spare bedroom and we sat downon the bed.”I’m sorry George but we can’t sleep together. I’ve had a wonderful timewith you tonight but I have my period.” He was obviously disappointedbut still determined to sleep with me. I went into the bathroom andquickly change into one of Daphne’s all too flimsy baby dollnightdresses. After placing a tampon in the fake vagina, I climbed intobed, and gave him a strong hint to leave me alone by turning my bodyaway from him. Gratefully, I was soon fast asleep.I awoke early just before sunrise. I had been having this strange dreamof being made love to by a man. It was a few moments before I realizedit was not just a dream. George lay spooning my body with one of mybreasts cupped in his hand, a thumb casually caressing the nipplethrough the flimsy nightdress. He was asleep, gently snoring. I couldfeel his very erect penis pressing between the cheeks of my buttock.What was I to do now? At a loss for good ideas, I just lay there finallymanaging to drift off again to an uneasy sleep.I awoke from yet another sexual dream to find my breasts being kissedand a hand caressing the inside of my thigh. “No, please don’t,” Ipleaded as George rolled me onto my back and pinioned me with his body.”Don’t be such a tease, Cindy. I know you want really want me.””But I have my period,” I pleaded.”OK, turn over and we can do it doggy style,” he responded.At a loss for excuses, I turned over and lay face down on the bed, apillow at my hips raising my bottom into the air. He climbed over mybuttocks pushing his erect penis between my cheeks. As I felt the headpush against the opening of my sphincter he advised me to relax and lethim enter. I gasped as he slowly pushed further into the opening.Covering my mouth with his hand he slid in all of the way making mescream out load. Fortunately he wore a lubricated condom or the painwould have been much worse as he plunged in and out, in and out of meuntil finally coming to orgasm. I lay their trembling, feeling violatedand sore from the encounter. George, apparently satisfied said, “You didwell for a virgin, my dear.” He knew by how tight I had been that I haddesperately fought the foreign intruder. “It’s always tough the firsttime, but with practice you’ll learn to relax and find it morepleasurable.” As he showered I lay their crying from both the experienceand his insensitive words. Turning to sobs and finally hystericallaughter I wondered what he would do if he ever found out that it was aman he’d actually fucked up the ass.George had dressed and departed long before Adrian and Daphne showedtheir faces for breakfast. I said nothing about my experience; was it**** or had I led him on? I felt violated but had, if somewhatreluctantly, voluntarily complied with his wishes. Daphne and Adrianenjoyed a friendly breakfast while I was sullen and introspective. AfterAdrian left I burst into tears and told Daphne all about my ordeal.Daphne said, “Sorry you had to experience such a terrible thing dear butit’s not the end of the world. Many girls have had to satisfy their manthat way. Here, let me give you a hug you poor thing. Now you know howdangerous it is to flirt with and tease a man.” I was distressed thatDaphne expressed little sympathy for me and referred to me as a girl; Iwas her boyfriend that had just been fucked by a man!We spent the rest of the weekend together, just the two of us. What Ihad anticipated to be a tumultuous weekend of frolicking sex turned outto be a humiliating experience for me. Not equipped with an accessiblepenis, I was taught how to satisfy Daphne’s needs as a lesbian lover.She took great delight in directing me exactly where to stimulate herwith my tongue and how to bring her to maximum arousal. At times I couldnot breathe as my nose penetrated deeply into her slit. If that provedinsufficient I had to use a vibrating dildo to bring her to climax. Shehad a great time reaching many orgasms; all I felt was deep frustrationand eventually resentment from having no arousal. Due to my encapsulatedmanhood I could feel absolutely nothing. To be fair, she did try tosatisfy me with a strap on dildo. Thrusting into my fake vagina didnothing to excite but, since the strap on was double sided, Daphneenjoyed herself immensely. Seeing my frustration, she offered tostimulate my prostrate using the strap on but based on my painfulexperience with George I quickly declined the offer.Monday morning arrived and Daphne reminded me of my appointment for ajob interview. I would have blown it off but she reminded me howimportant it was to keep up the pretense of being Cindy. I dressed in atight fitting navy blue office suit. The tight pencil skirt went tobelow the knee while the jacket was left unbuttoned prominentlydisplaying my well-endowed bust. Daphne helped me with the make-up. Iput on some matching jewelry and a few squirts of perfume. After just acoffee and slice of toast for breakfast I was bundled into a cab andsent off to my appointment. Feeling foolish dressed like this, I stillwent ahead into the office building and checked in with thereceptionist; a cute perfectly proportioned brunette with impeccablymanicured long nails. She was smartly dressed in a tan colored businesssuit. I sat quietly sipping coffee until it became time for myinterview. She gave me a genuine smile and an offer of good luck as Iwas promptly shown into the awaiting office.”George,” I exclaimed, “I did not expect to see you here.” Surprise anddisappointment must have been written all over my face as I tried torecover my composure.”Yes, I know. Fortunately for me, Magnus could not make it and asked forme to stand in for him,” George replied.Trying to act cool, I forced a smile onto my face saying, “It’s apleasant surprise to see you again.””Look, I can see by your face that you are not happy with me right now.The truth is you deserve an apology from me,” said George. “I hope youcan forgive me for Friday night. I fear that I took terrible advantageof you. My only excuse, if there is one, is that you are very beautifuland I had too much to drink. Once again I’m sorry, that didn’t quitecome out as I intended. What I meant to say is can you find it in yourheart to forgive me?”He seemed sincere in his bumbling apology so I said, “Not at all. Weboth got a little bit carried away. I had a good time and there’snothing to forgive.”George looked very relieved and gave me a big smile. “Thank you so much.It’s very generous of you to forgive my bad behavior. “”Just forget it ever happened. Let’s pretend we haven’t met before andstart from there.””Ok,” he replied with a look of gratitude. “Let’s get down to businessthen. I hear that once you graduate, you will be looking for amanagement position.””Yes, come the fall I will have a Summa Cum Laude degree in BusinessManagement and am looking for a suitable starting position inmanagement. I realize school does not teach you everything you need toknow and that I have to start at the bottom to gain practical experiencebefore becoming a full manager.”George seemed to like what he heard. “That’s wonderful,” he said.”You’ve yet to graduate so for now all I can really offer is a startingposition as a trainee executive assistant. I’m afraid that’s just aglorified title for secretary. You’ll be expected to do the more menialtasks such as making coffee, setting up business dinners and lunches,running errands, etc.””Being a secretary will be great for building experience in the interimbut what sort of prospects can I expect once I graduate?” I asked.”If you do well, then as soon as you graduate you’ll be promoted totrainee assistant manager. If your performance reviews go well, thenafter a few years we can even offer to pay off all of your student debtand give you a promotion. You’ll find our salaries are very competitive,probably the best in town.”Working as a secretary was not appealing to me, but the future prospectswere good. Daddy had probably set up the position keep his daughter’sbest friend happy. As myself, I would love to have the job offer, but asCindy, it tied me to being a woman all of the time. It seems life isjust one big Catch 22. Ever since this weekend’s ruse I seemed doomed toplay the part of a female. Daphne intended me to stay this way for sixmonths longer so, for now, I saw no harm in accepting the position.Anyway, the job would provide pocket money and it might be a blastfooling of all those male managers.”I’m so glad you’ll be joining us,” said George. “I know you’ll be veryhappy here. To start you’ll be in the secretarial pool but that won’tlast long. Before you know it you’ll be a fully-fledged executiveassistant. When can you start?””Is Monday, two weeks from now OK?” I enquired.”That’s excellent,” he said. “Oh, I forgot to mention the dress code butseeing how tastefully you’re dressed, I know it won’t be a problem. Thesecretaries are required to wear full make-up, smart business dresses orsuits, no pants, have manicured nails, sheer seamed nylons and 3,”minimum heels. I’m afraid it sounds very 1950’ish but the policy hasbeen found to work well.”The message was clear; I had to look sexy in at all times. This wouldnot be a problem as all of my clothes were of that nature. I’d just haveto get some seamed stockings. My biggest concern was being able to passas a woman with all of the other secretaries. “So I take it you don’thire many men as secretaries?” I teased him.He joked back, “No, but if we did, they would have to meet the dresscode. We apply the rules fairly to both men and women.” Sure I thought.I’m beginning to realize it’s just that the rules are different for thewomen!Daphne was thrilled at my success and determined to immediately prepareme for the longer term excursion into womanhood. I was not given achance for second thoughts, as Daphne escorted me to the health spa. Itwas a large, secluded facility hidden behind ivy clad brick walls andtopped by razor wire. The gates were manned by security guards thatseemed very slack since they did not check our bona fides. Asinstructed, I brought nothing but the female clothes I was wearing.After signing in for ‘treatment’ I protested as my purse containingfemale id, keys and phone were confis**ted for the duration of my stay.Apparently the spa also functioned as a d**g rehab facility, and theguards were not just decoration; they were there to stop patients fromleaving without permission. To leave a patient needed the consent ofboth their sponsor and supervising doctor. At the time, I was unaware ofthe implications of signing-in. I learnt soon enough though, that I hadbecome a patient with legal guardianship rights over me assigned toDaphne as my sponsor and a Dr. Janet Waverly, my medical supervisor.Before meeting with Daphne and Janet in the admissions room, I was ledinto a changing room and told to undress and don a pink hospital gown,the kind that ties in the back leaving your butt exposed. On enteringJanet’s office I sat down very carefully so as not to expose myself orshow my discomfort at sitting on a cold metal chair. Janet and Daphnewere already situated comfortably on leather lounge chairs, chattingaway while sipping from glasses of wine. It was very embarrassing to bedressed and seated as I was, only to be further humiliated when refuseda glass of wine; patients are not allowed to consume alcohol.At first I let Daphne do the talking, “Cindy here wants to live 24/7with me as my girlfriend and roommate. As you can see, with theprostheses and a good make-over, he makes a very convincing woman, butshe needs a longer term solution. We had a very successful trial run asCindy this weekend, more so than I expected. Cindy even managed tosuccessfully entertain a man; you know doggy style! Didn’t you darling?”I was mortified. How could she embarrass me so in front of a totalstranger? She made it sound as if it was my idea of wanting to look likea woman when all I wanted is to be her man.”It went so well,” Daphne continued, “that we want to continue on a morepermanent basis. Money is not a limitation. I’m happy to pay for any ofthe necessary changes, but he, I mean she, needs to be one hundredpercent convincing in looks, speech, and mannerisms.””Well,” Dr. Waverly responded, “we have a wide range of optionsavailable to you. It’s just a matter of how realistic you want to be andhow long and how far you want to go.”I decided it was time to jump in and to set things on the right course.”I have absolutely no desire to actually become a woman. I just need topass socially as one but remain free to make love to Daphne as a man.”For emphasis I added, “Any changes must be reversible; absolutelynothing can be permanent.”Smiling at me Dr. Waverly said, “May I call you Cindy. Good, you maycall me Dr. Waverly. There’s absolutely no need to feel embarrassedabout your needs or to think that your manhood is threatened in any way.I am your Doctor so everything thing said here is completelyconfidential. Daphne and I are just here to help in selecting the bestoptions for you. I am sure that we can satisfy your needs.”Much relieved by the doctor’s reassurances, the discussion seemed to beat an end. Dr. Waverly pressed a button on her desk and a male nurseentered the room. “Please take Cindy,” Janet said waving a hand toindicate me, “and get her settled in comfortably.” Thinking thateverything had been settled to my satisfaction I stood, said myfarewells to Daphne and like a lamb, followed him quietly out of theroom.With Cindy conveniently out of the way, Daphne and Janet were free for amore open and in-depth discussion of Cindy’s future.”Our services range from short term transitions using prostheses, suchas you just used over the weekend, all the way up to more long termsolutions with synthi-skin, hormones, SRU and even genital transplants.I assume you are looking for something more permanent. How long a time-period will Cindy need to appear a woman?Daphne replied, “I’m not sure. Probably six to twelve months, maybelonger. She must be totally believable as a woman. This weekend’sescapade only highlights how crucial it is that she can strip down nakedand convincingly couple with a man. It’s a miracle she was notdiscovered. But more than that, to be happy she needs to fully be ableto enjoy sex and have orgasms as a woman. Only this weekend, I tried tosatisfy her with lesbian sex but the poor dear was miserable. The strapon, even the vibrating dildo, could not stimulate her tucked away malegenitals.””Well, except for one proviso, there is one very reliable option thatmeets all of your requirements,” replied Janet. “Complete transitionusing donated female genitals. That’s the only way she can trulyexperience female orgasms. She’ll even have periods and be able todeliver babies.””That would certainly be a big surprise for her,” giggled Daphne.”We do guarantee full satisfaction and a money back guarantee,”continued Janet, “but restoration of the male body shape becomesimpossible after six months; the genitals depend on availability. Youare lucky that a suitable female donor is available right now; she willof course receive Cindy’s male genitals in exchange. I hope that’salright because Cindy did sound adamant about not losing her penis.””That’s fine. Under the circumstances she’ll understand our decisionand, delivered with the fait accompli, will readily accept and adapt toher new sex. I have no desire for Cindy to become a man again; I likeher best as a woman. What concerns me is how long all of this takes. Weonly have two weeks to get everything done. Is that even possible?”asked Daphne.”Not a problem,” replied Janet. “After permanent depilation we can usesynthi-skin to sculpt the body to that of a well-proportioned female.Synthi-skin will regrow hair the color of your choice on the head,eyebrows and pubic area. It readily bonds to real skin, and after sixmonths to a year is absorbed by the body to become the real skin layer.Laser surgery will handle the gender change and that requires no healingtime whatsoever. Other than that it’s just some minor surgery to enhancethe facial looks; smaller nose, wider eyes, plumper lips, higher voice,all of the usual stuff. Liposuction is used to reduce the waistline. Doyou want to stick with the C size breasts and golden blond hair?””Yes, that works well on her,” Daphne replied. “What about the sub-conscious programming? Can that help Cindy through the transition untilshe realizes that the changes are permanent?””We are here to help Cindy make the correct decision for her future.”stated Janet. “We can place a strong compunction to follow yoursuggestions. That way, if she gets upset, you can gently coax her intothe correct mental attitude again. The sub-conscious training will leaveher with completely female mannerisms but not change her sexualorientation. It will condition her to dream of and accept heterosexualsex but, depending on the strength of her sexual identity, she may neverenjoy it.””That’s ok, she must continue to find women desirable and think ofherself as a man trapped in a woman’s body. What I want is a lesbianlover,” said Daphne. “I’m so glad we came here and sought out yourhelp.””Good, that’s settled then,” concluded Janet. “Just come back in twoweeks and she’ll be all ready for you.”For almost two weeks Cindy was kept u*********s as she was operated uponand underwent subconscious programming. She dreamt of being a beautifulwoman having sexual encounters with men, of shopping trips, visits tobeauty salons and other female pastimes. Her mind was conditioned to usefemale vocabulary, to move her hands and fingers in a feminine way and amyriad other subtle mannerisms that a woman does differently to a man.On being awakened Cindy was to all appearances a beautiful natural womanbut in her head she was a very confused man. She no longer felt like aman. The something between her legs was now missing; replaced with afemale slit. There was a wide open empty feeling between her legs.Finally, Daphne came to collect me. I looked spectacular in a floralprint sundress and matching high heels. I had applied flawless make-upwithout even thinking about how to do it. Truly, I looked and acted as abeautiful woman. Inside my head I was still a man puzzled that I nolonger had any male mannerisms. All of my body gestures were totallyfemale and done without conscious thought.”What have they done to me?” I demanded of Daphne. “Is this a real twat?Where is my penis?””Calm down Cindy”, said Daphne. “I have some wonderful news for you.During the transition, a once in a lifetime opportunity presenteditself. I just knew that you would want to take it.””Take what?” I queried.”A set of female genitals became available for transplant. You are now atrue female and can even get pregnant, have real babies,” she excitedlytold me.”I don’t want to be real woman!” I screamed. “And where are my malegenitals?””Don’t worry, Cindy darling,” she replied. “Someone is taking very goodcare of them. You can’t change back for at least six months so justenjoy the experience. Very few men are so lucky to have such anopportunity as this. Let’s get out of here girlfriend. I can’t wait tostart our new relationship.”Shocked but calmed down by Daphne’s explanation I was ready to leave thecursed facility. Eagerly I strode out with her, the clicking of my highheels signaling a joyful escape from the spa. Glad to be back with thewoman that I loved, even if I was now a woman. In no time at all I wouldbe able to return to being the true me. Still, I did wonder what shemeant by ‘new’ relationship.First we went to her, now our, apartment. My bedroom was stocked withall of my expensive clothing, cosmetics and perfume. It held the fourposter bed replete with pink satin sheets and comforter. I would beliving in luxury, albeit feminine luxury, for the foreseeable future.Daphne did not make any sexual advances, saying that I needed time toadjust and experience the fun of being a woman. After that I would trulyappreciate the joys of lesbian sex with her. I had no desire for suchfun, but did not argue with her. I realized that I was at her mercy;relying on her wealth to pay for my return to manhood in six months’time.I started work at the office and life soon became a routine of coffeemaking, typing, taking notes at meetings and gossip with the othersecretaries. Nail filing and painting nail varnish became a skilledroutine for me. I easily fit in with the other women and found myselfdiscussing hair styles, clothing, fashion and, of course, attractive menwith the best of them. Outside of work; shopping, salon visits andwatching movies took up most of my time. I felt like a male actortrapped in a female lead role. My body automatically behaved with femalemannerisms. I could not even force myself to behave as a man. Adrian andGeorge became constant visitors to our apartment and double dating aregular event each weekend. Even though each day I yearned to make loveto Daphne as a man, every night I dreamed of making love to a man. PoorGeorge suffered patiently. Ever since our first misadventure he hadturned out to be the perfect gentleman and waited for the ice maiden tomelt.Eventually Daphne said, “It’s been long enough Cindy; time to discoverwhat being a woman is about. Lose your virginity and suck a few headsfor god’s sake! You’re no good to me for lesbian sex if you haven’texperienced being a woman first.”Although horrified, I took her outrageous demand to heart and vowed tofollow her wishes at the next opportunity. It wouldn’t be difficult toarrange as I was constantly fighting off the attentions of men whereverI went; i.e. the men were all over me like flies on shit.The next day, after an important business meeting, I was asked to go outto dinner and entertain our customers afterwards. I was promised a largebonus if successful in getting them to sign the deal. I had declined allprevious requests but this time, because of Daphne’s encouragement, Idecided to accept the assignment.I put on a slinky little black dress and generously sprayed perfumebehind my ears and between my breasts. Bright red high heels, lipstickand nail varnish completed my Mata-Hari look. At the swanky hotel I satnext to the CEO of the visiting company and sweet talked him all throughdinner. In return, I felt his cold hand under the table rubbing my legall the way up to my crotch. Strangely my vagina felt excited and wasbeginning to feel wet. I felt ashamed as a woman but also disgusted as aman. After dinner the CEO invited us up to his hotel room escort tuzla for ‘drinks’.My fellow co-workers, knowing the score, made polite excuses and asinconspicuously as possible left to go home. I was now on my own andabout to undertake something no man would want to do.At first we sat and chatted while sipping on brandy. I gave my salesspiel and, after amorous advances, got him to sign the contract. Afterthat it was my turn to deliver. I let him undress me and climbed intobed. He was shaking in anticipation of the intercourse to come. First Isucked and licked his cock. It took very little encouragement to coax iterect. When satisfied he was ready I took hold of his penis and fed itinto my waiting slit. As it went in, he groaned in pleasure and I letout a very feminine sigh of satisfaction. Riding him hard, I felt thethrobbing rock hard penis slide in and out of my vagina. I slowed myrhythm to try and stop him from coming too soon. Unfortunately it didnot work and I was unable to orgasm before he let loose his load. Myfemale body was frustrated, but as a male I was also sickened by what Ihad done. No satisfaction for either my male or female persona. I had atleast followed Daphne’s directions. Over the next few months I continuedmy whorish activities and, much to my chagrin, became the talk of thecompany.Daphne began to notice the change in my demeanor and eventually said, “Ithink it’s time for us to be lovers again.” I didn’t have a penisanymore but maybe a tongue would do. We slowly undressed each other,kissing and caressing as we did so. Our lipstick slipped over eachother’s lips as perfumes mingled into a heady scent; our bodies writhingas we massaged and licked each other’s breasts.At first we stroked each other’s vaginas lightly, and then used ourfingers to probe deeper. I was the first to go down on her, licking herclitoris and pushing my tongue deep into her vagina. Rhythmically mytongue probed her vaginal lips until she could hold herself no longer.Then the favor was returned until I convulsed in pleasure. Daphne hadbeen right, lesbian sex was the best!We settled into an idyllic cycle of casual intercourse with men followedby contrasting and more tumultuous lesbian sex. Even George got hisreward for being so patient. My female body was now very happy but mymale ego extremely troubled. Daphne confessed that she had always wantedme to be her female lover and had connived with Dr. Waverly to transformme into Cindy permanently. Even if it was against my will, somehow I didnot mind. No matter what, I loved her and she wasn’t into men.”Cindy, I have some bad news,” said Daphne after about six months of myfemale life. “I have to return to Imperium to marry Adrian. I don’t wanttoo but have no choice.””What about us?” I complained. “I love you and want to marry you. Ithought you loved me too.””I do, but Daddy controls my future. We can still be secret lesbianlovers. Adrian knows about my sexual preferences and is willing to turna blind eye.””So I have to remain both a woman and your secret lover?” I complained.”Yes, but it’s not that bad. I promise you’ll like it. Please, at leastsay you will come to Imperium and be in my wedding party. It would meanso much to me,” she pleaded.Unable to say no, I agreed to her pleas, at least for the weddingceremony. I thought I was to become a bridesmaid, if not maid of honor.And so we travelled by space shuttle to Imperium. I was surprised tolearn that slavery was a well-established custom on Imperium. All of theservant girls were kept naked wearing nothing except for metal chastitybelts that provided some form of modesty. There were some rumors abouthow they had to use some kind of metal post to pass their waste but Inever saw them in action. I did see girls left outside shops and otherfacilities standing in what I can only describe as a mannequin pose; ametal rod from the ground appearing to support the girl by its passageinto the girls anus. None seemed to be hurt or in pain and they alltreated it as normal for everyday existence. Daphne’s father explainedthat, except for the nobility, all females on Imperium were chattel.Only the nobility could have an equal, partner. They were not wives butlife partners. The slaves were not considered to be human but femalelivestock known as Ancilla. The only reason I was free and excused ofwearing the chastity belt was that I was an honored guest of the weddingparty. This scared me but miles from home and in deep space there wasnothing that I could do about it. I could hardly turn the space cruiseraround and go home.On arrival at Imperium’s space port, our party was directed to a line ofopen air pony traps pulled by Ancilla dressed to look like ponies.Daphne explained that many Ancilla were used as pony-girls to pullchariots or carts, but seeing them in the flesh was both fascinating anddeeply upsetting. The use of pony girls was considered both economic andbeneficial to the environment since, unlike automobiles, they causedlittle in the way of CO2 emissions. They certainly behaved like poniesand needed little encouragement from the whips to put in a spirited trotto our destination. They looked very beautiful in their pony tack fineryand kept perfectly in step using knee high paces as they trotted along.After half an hour we arrived at Daphne’s home. Adrian was no longerpart of our group as he went off to his own home. Waiting outside togreet us was a very beautiful woman and tall handsome looking man. Thiswas apparently Daphne’s sister Stefanie with her husband Caius.”Welcome home Daddy and s*s,” cried out Stefanie in glee.”Great to be back,” responded Daphne jubilantly. “Please meet my bestgirlfriend Cindy. She’s here to be in my wedding.”After everyone exchanged hugs and kisses of welcome, Stefanie turned andlooked at me with an appraising stare. “God she’s not just beautiful!”Stefanie exclaimed, “but fortunately looks almost like Marissa’s twinsister. Daphne, you’ve outdone me with this one.”I was embarrassed, and confused by the conversation. After myquestioning glance Daphne explained, “Marissa will also be in thewedding, so we can pair you together.” I happily assumed she wasreferring to being bridesmaids walking down the aisle side by sideholding the trail of Daphne’s wedding gown.Stefanie then continued, “Cindy, you naughty girl. Daphne has told meall about you.”God, I hope not I thought to myself. Blushing, I replied, “I don’t knowwhat you mean. I can’t imagine what stories Daphne has told about me butI suspect she may have exaggerated them.”Turning to Daphne I once again gave her an inquisitive look. Sheanswered my unspoken question, “Nothing to worry about Cindy. Stefanieknows all about our sexual adventures. Lesbian acts are i*****l here onImperium; that’s why being on Earth with my best girlfriend wassomething I had to brag to Stefanie about. Anyway, all that’s in thepast and I’m marrying Adrian.”I was shown to a sumptuous bedroom decorated in feminine finery. It hada bathroom but apparently no toilet seat. It did however have a strangemetal post that came out of the floor and ended in what looked like ametal phallus. What a strange set up. I wondered how I would go to thetoilet. Taking advantage of the shower I took a refreshing wash andpee’d as I stood upright under the shower. That took care of myimmediate needs but I was concerned about later on when I needed to makea number two.Opening the door after I heard a knocking at the door, Stefanie enteredaccompanied by a man. She apologized for interrupting my rest butthought I might need to be set up for being able to make my ablutions. ,”What do you mean,” I answered with puzzlement on my face.”It’s just that you will need to use an Ancilla post to go to the toiletwhen on Imperium,” indicated Stefanie. “Only nobility may use a toilet.”I was dumbfounded by her statement and protested my status as being aguest to Daphne’s wedding. “That changes nothing about your need tosatisfy our laws. Despite being an honored guest, you need to beequipped as an Ancilla or you won’t be able to pass your wastes,” shereplied.I started to argue but she replied, “I don’t have time for this. Daphneasked me to see you comfortably settled in and that’s what I’m going todo.”With that, the man came forward, grabbed my arms and tied my hand behindme. Stefanie used the opportunity to stifle my screams with a gag. Aplatform containing a waist high bar was carried into the room and I wasbent over the bar; neck and ankles tied to rings embedded in theplatform. Not able to move a muscle, the man approached me from behindcarrying a flexible hollow metal tube, larger at one end than the other.This he liberally greased and slowly inserted into my rectum. The headwas large and painful to take but eventually it passed inside of me. Ascrew mechanism, seemingly located up inside the tube was then rotatedusing a ratchet. I felt the tube expanding inside me. After a final tughe was satisfied that it was there stay and released my nose tether. Nolonger bent over the bar I as able to stand up straight but I was stillanchored to the floor by my ankles. A very ornately engraved chastitybelt was then pulled up between my legs. The open end of a catheter tubewas inserted into a hidden recess on the chastity device. It had a builtin valve to control the flow of urine. The front and back of thechastity belt, connected by a hinge at the bottom, were raised intoplace. Pins on the back section at each side of my waist meshed withholes on the front piece and locked with a click.I was now locked into a chastity belt. The front piece had an openingfor my vagina but it was locked closed by a small hinged flap. Stefanieexplained that the metal panty would enable me to take my dailyablutions on the provided phallus post. It would give me an enema twiceper day; first thing in the morning and last thing at night. If notsufficient, I would need to find an Ancilla post to mate with.I was shocked and outraged but this had little impact on Stefanie. Shesaw to it that I was locked into position on the post and experienced myfirst enemas. “There,” declared Stefanie, “you should be feeling muchbetter now.”Going down to dinner, I felt very insecure. Magnus, Daphne and Stefaniemade entertaining conversation while I sat there close to tears. Daphnestarted to talk about tomorrow’s visit to the bridal salon where wewould try on our gowns. That is when Stefanie said, “It would beinappropriate for Cindy to join us.””Why?” queried Daphne.”Because she is not nobility and cannot be part of the party. Evenworse, she has been outfitted as Ancilla and it will be i*****l for herto attend the ceremony as a free woman,” responded Stefanie.”Is this true,” asked Daphne.I had to respond, tears forming in my eyes, “Yes, Stefanie forced meagainst my will into wearing this awful chastity belt.””Oh! I’m so sorry Cindy, you may not even sit at our table now.” Daphnecalled over some servants and had me forcibly removed from the diningroom. I was taken to the Ancilla pens and locked into a cage for thenight.Early the next morning I awoke to a series of enema and was releasedfrom the cage. After morning exercise, a forced 4 mile run on atreadmill, I was dressed in Ancilla garb and lead into the presence ofDaphne. After performing a curtsy, I stood awaiting instructions as tomy new status.”Cindy, I’m so sorry that Stefanie did this to you but I’m afraid thereis no legal redress. You are an Ancilla, but there is still a way foryou to join my wedding party, just sign these papers. You’ll become mylegal property and I can make you part of the wedding. Isn’t thatwonderful?”I did not know how to respond but hoped it meant I could at least leavethe Ancilla pens and hopefully go home. Picking up the pen, I signed myfemale name Cindy.”Good, now that we’ve got that straightened out I’d like you to go withStefanie. She’ll show you your new role in my wedding. I think it allturned out for the best and you’ll make a stunning pony-girl.”Pony-girl! What did she mean by that? Not even given the chance toconsider Daphne’s words, Stefanie entered the room and directed me outof the house to a waiting pony cart. “You must come and meet Marissa.You have a lot in common with her and I know that you will get alongwith her just famously.”Not knowing what was going on I climbed into the pony-cart and waitedfor things to unfold. Surely no-one expected me to play the part of apony-girl. I should not have been surprised that our destination was alarge stables housing many pony girls. We entered one of the barnstructures where we were joined by several stable men. Stefanie led meover to a stall occupied by a beautiful pony girl tethered to the wallby her nose ring. This was my first close up view of a pony girl and Icould now see that she wore a bitted halter and leather body harness.She stood in pony boots with real horseshoes. Obviously she had nochoice but to stand there quietly, here arms were linked togethertightly behind her back. She was fitted into a metal chastity belt andhad a long tail matching her platinum blonde colored mane.”So what do you think? Isn’t she gorgeous?” Stefanie asked me.I did not know what to say. I thought we were going to meet Marissa.Instead we were in a stable inspecting a pony-girl.”It’s ok, she can’t hear you. This pony will also be in the weddingparty. Together with a matched pony, she will pull the bridal pony cart.She did the same at my wedding.””How romantic,” I replied, thinking of nothing meaningful to say and notgetting Stefanie’s implication about me.”Glad you approve Cindy, because this is your matched partner Marissafor the wedding,” she laughed. “Just like you Marissa used to be a man,but both of you were destined to become beautiful pony-girls.”Before I could recover from the shock of her words, I was grabbed by thetwo stable men. Despite protests that I was a bridesmaid in Daphne’swedding party, I was told to strip naked. After several lashes ofStefanie’s whip I reluctantly complied. My head was locked into somekind of stock as I was transformed into a pony-girl. After being gagged,my arms were folded and strapped behind me. I was then dressed in aleather harness. A waist belt was cinched very tightly around me, thedangling straps being fed tightly under my crotch such that my vaginawas pinched to openly display my womanhood. Another harness beltedaround my chest displayed and supported my breasts. My legs were placedinto boots that looked like horses legs. Having no heels, they had metalhorseshoe bottoms and made me stand on tip toe. This must all be someterrible mistake and Daphne would soon come to rescue me. The finalhumiliation was to have a halter placed around my head and a bit seatedinto my mouth. The bit pressed down against my tongue so that I couldnot speak. Every pull on the reigns hurt as the hinged bit both pushedboth down on my tongue and into the roof of my mouth. Blinkers wereplaced over my eyes forcing me to see only forwards. The finalhumiliation was to be strapped down and branded on my thigh. Not able toscream I passed out from the pain only to be awakened by Daphne strokingmy brow.”There, there Sapphire,” she spoke soothingly, “it’s almost over now.”I wanted to speak but the bit stopped me from saying anythingintelligible.”I know this must all be a shock to you but it’s all very normal. Aspart of my coming of age test I have to snare a man of Earth and turnhim into my female slave, or better still, my pony girl. My sisterStefanie did that three years ago with Marissa who used to be Mark. I’mmad that she started on you without me being present, but I’m here nowand will oversee the rest of your transition. Oh good, here comes Georgeto finish the work off.”To my horror, the mild and timid George of Earth quickly took absolutecontrol of me. He hitched me to a post and efficiently went about hisbusiness. Obviously well practiced, he pierced my breasts, belly buttonand ears. Rings were placed in each piercing and sealed closed using alaser. A punch was then used to make a hole in the septum of my nose,the hole reinforced by a grommet. A large ring was installed in my noseand sealed closed. Not finished, I had to endure even more piercings forthe ringing of my labia and clitoris.George then placed a hinged metal posture collar around my neck thatlocked with a tell-tale click. My head was held up high losing all sightof what was happening to me. It was a tight fit around my neck. Tryingto complain of the discomfort I could only create whinny-like sounds.”Don’t bother attempting to talk,” instructed George. “The posturecollar converts all attempted speech to just whinnies and neighs, as isproper for a pony.” A bell was attached to my ringed clitoris and a longplatinum blond tail was slotted into my metal rectum tube.George exclaimed to Daphne, “There, all done now. She makes amagnificent pony girl. Please sell her to me when you are finished. It’sonly fair that I get some revenge on the ice maiden of Earth.” Daphnelaughed and gave an evil smile saying that it was a possibility.Completing the transition, a leather mask was placed over my head togive me the pointed ears and a longer face of an equine. The eyeopenings were very narrow vertical slits which further restricted myvision. I was unhitched from the post and felt George tug on the reigns.At first I tried to ignore him but stronger tugs caused intense pain inmy mouth as the bit mechanism pushed down on my tongue and upwards intothe roof of my mouth. All I could do was docilely follow doing my bestto keep slack in the reigns. Not able to see much, I had to trust inwhere I was being led, a stall at the pony girl barn.I spent many hours prancing around a pivoted wooden post. A whipprovided constant encouragement to maintain posture and gait. All gaitsrequired me to take knee-high steps. This was ensured by a series ofspindles that emanated from the center post as if spokes on a wheel. Atfirst it was absolute torture but I soon learnt how to respond tocommands without hesitation. There was very little mental stimulation soI learned how to turn off my mind and let the training become automatic,even natural at a subconscious level. I became very fit and could runfor miles without losing strength. I was now a well-trained pony. If Idid well there were sometimes rewards ranging from food treats tomasturbation. How had I come to this? With no intelligent way to expressmyself, I had become a dumb a****l trained to unthinkingly respond tostimuli. My only hope was that Daphne would rescue me. Of course, I hadno way to mark the passage of time and just lived each day as theprevious one.Finally, Daphne and Adrian did come to visit. They petted and talked tome as if I were a dumb a****l with no ability to understand their words.I was fed sugar cubes from their open palms and felt gentle handsstroking my head and breasts. They had come to train me for my role attheir wedding. How long had I been pony-girl? It seemed so long. I wasbacked between the shafts of a two-seater pony trap and heard clicks asstuds on my waist belt as it locked into place on the shafts. I was thustethered in place unable to turn my hips or body. The only option for mewas to stand there looking directly forwards. Reigns were slid througheach bit ring at the side of my face and pulled down to clip onto thenipple rings on my breasts. I then felt and heard another pony-girlhitched into place alongside me, presumably Marissa.The trap took on weight as Daphne and Adrian climbed on board. Adriancommanded giddy-up which was rapidly followed by a crack of the whip onmy butt. Trained only too well, we took off pulling the cart with all ofour might only to be rewarded with a demand for more speed. I waspulling in tandem with Marissa harnessed beside me. The whip continuedto encourage our obedience as we pranced in unison to the driver’scommands. I wanted to outrun the whip but I knew otherwise, it wouldstay right there behind me. Guided by the reigns pulling sideways on myhead I felt one breast pull upwards while the other was tuggeddownwards. Directed to turn I wanted to resist but had no choice. Itwould hurt my mouth and breasts too much. Finally I heard,, “Whoa!” andthere was a sharp pull on the reigns. The bit mechanism did its job andboth breasts were pulled upwards. I came to a halt as fast as I could;now a b**st of burden with no choice but to follow the command of whipand reigns. “That was most enjoyable,” exclaimed Adrian. “A good team, Ithink they’re ready for our wedding next week.” So Stefanie’s taunt hadbeen true; my role in the wedding party would not be as a bridesmaid butpulling Daphne and Adrian in their wedding carriage.The wedding day came and there I stood wearing only pony-girl tack. Iwas positioned alongside another pony girl that belonged to Daphne’ssister Stefanie. She too had been a guy tricked into coming to Imperiumby the girl he loved. Adorned in flowers and bells we were all set topull the bridal pony carriage. My mane and tail were plaited with satinribbons. I was blinkered, my head held in place by check-chains. We justhad to stand in-place and wait until Daphne was ready for conveying tothe wedding ceremony. I caught a glimpse of her and Daddy as they exitedthe house but could only feel their weight as they climbed aboard.Despite all that she had done to me I thought she looked ravishing inher long white laced wedding gown and veil. I was brought sharply out ofmy reverie by a sharp slap on my naked butt. We set off with a highstepping trot to the wedding ceremony. On arrival there, I felt ourpassengers disembark.While we waited, our legs were hobbled to stop us wandering off. I’msure that we were a sight to behold, two beautifully behaved pony-girlsadorned in white ribbons and bells. Onlookers fed us sugar cubes andstroked our head and breasts while we waited patiently. By now I hadgrown quite used to being treated this way, just a dumb a****l waitingto meet human demands. I had not been able to speak any human word inmonths and I think my food was doped to make me docile. I caught yetanother glimpse of Daphne in her wedding gown as she and Adrian left theceremony only to be showered in confetti. To cheers and much applausefrom well-wishers, the newlyweds climbed aboard the carriage and with asnap of the whip we were pulling them at a smart pace to the weddingreception.For some stupid reason I thought that after the wedding reception wasover Daphne would release me to return home to Earth. I could notbelieve that the girl of my dreams would do this to me. Daphne came outfrom the reception to pet me and thank me for my sacrifice involunteering to be her pony-girl. If only Imperium law would permit it,I would be sent home back to Earth and have my manhood restored.Unfortunately, Imperium law stated that once a pony-girl, always a pony-girl. I had to remain one for life. And so I remained as the newly-wedspony-girl often being loaned out to friends for transportation atparties and weddings. Eventually I became resigned to my life as a dumba****l; a b**st of burden. All from being tricked and coerced by the oneI loved!