Mistress disappeared from the room. I took the time to admire myself in the mirror and try to take all of this in. My head was spinning. I didn't recognise the person in the mirror. She was a gorgeous woman. I couldn't see myself at all.
Before Mistress had me out on my garter belt and stockings she had handed me two slabs of rubber. Hip forms. Size extra large. They gave me curvy hips and had two flaps that wrapped around the back for a huge, peachy bum. I had to wear a pair of tights to keep them in place. Then another, then another. It took five pairs to keep them in place and smooth out the edges. It felt warm to wear but the illusion was incredible. Then came a corset.
"I'm assuming you've never been corseted before?" Asked Mistress, already knowing the answer. She pulled within an inch of her life and even dug her foot into my back to get the corset as tight as possible. It was painful, I couldn't move my torso and breathing was difficult but as I looked in the mirror fully dressed, the enormous breast forms, then waist clenching corset, then wide hip and bum pads made for the sexiest female figure imaginable. I felt aroused, confused and slightly embarrassed. "Don't think about it, your bills will sink you if you don't go along with it, at least for a while."
As I tried to feed this idea into my head, that I wasn't enjoying it but needed to do it for practical reasons, Mistress appeared.
"Now, try this on" she said, handing me a full length, light pink coat. Fur or fake fur. I wrapped it around my body and it hugged my new curves like a glove. It also felt so soft and pleasing to the touch.
"I always have a good eye for these things. Now come along" said Mistress.
I made to follow her from the room and remembered the towering heels. I had never worn such shoes before and my ankle very quickly buckled.
"Now, now," laughed Mistress, perhaps I started you too high but they really do go with your outfit. Take one step at a time, stop walking like a man, one foot in front of the other."
I very slowly did as required and managed to follow Mistress out of the room and down the stairs to the front hall. These shoes were unbelievably painful to wear, how do women do it?
My question to myself was interrupted as Mistress opened the front door.
"Were not going outside are we?" I asked in a panic. It was a lot to take in my new appearance behind closed doors but there was no way I could venture outside in public dressed like this.
"My dear you look more beautiful than most women, and very convincing if I do say so myself. Don't you want to show it off?" Mistress asked.
"If you wouldn't mind I would rather not just yet" I said. Wrong answer.
Mistress closed the door and said that was fine. I could go back upstairs and change and we would leave it at that. I could find another job.
"No, please" I said, "I really need this job, I'm in serious trouble without it."
"Listen to me carefully then" she said, "If you wish to be in my employ, you do what I say, when I say it, with no talk back. Do you understand and are you willing to obey?"
"Yes" I mumbled with my head down.
"Yes what?"
"Yes Mistress"
With this she smiled and a weight lifted. "Good girl, tell you what, put on these sunglasses" she said taking an enormous, very feminine pair of glasses from the table beside the door. "They'll cover up about half of your face. It's a concession I'll make for your first time out. Also this," she said as she took a beret from the hatstand and placed it upon my head.
"The prefect disguise, your own mother wouldn't know you. Good thing too if she saw you like this. Anyway, were not going far. The nail salon is just around the corner, just two minutes away."
With that, Mistress Ophelia opened the door for a second time and I stepped out, dressed head to toe as a hyper feminine woman, for the first time. |
