DANCER                             By: Jacki Pett

 

This was absurd. They had made him get out there and audition every day now, for a week. He was obviously better than the rest of these awkward excuses for dancers. They were amateurs compared to him. He was the best they had, man or woman. Why did they waste his time like this? He had better things to do. Brian had quite an ego.

He was elated to have finally made it to the stages of San Francisco and was looking forward to landing the part. He was sure to get it, he felt. He had done Chorus Line in little theater back home, just last year, and the local critics had raved about his performance. In actuality, they had raved about the overall performance without mentioning Brian in particular.

Brian was ambitious but his aspirations weren't restricted to just dancing. He had only gotten into town last week, for the audition, and had he had already scored big, with a local dealer. He was ready to go into business for himself.

He was amazed at how easy it had been to score here. There was a dealer on every corner. Back home, in his little hick town in Ohio, there were only a couple of people who had crack to sell. San Francisco was more like a supermarket.

The day's auditions were winding down. The week had started with almost 300 people trying out for the four male and four female parts. By today, Friday, there were only twenty dancers left. He stood left of center stage, with the rest of the young men, waiting for the girls to finish their final number.

Brian stood apart from them. He was tired of the small talk and had shut off most attempts at casual conversation by the other guys. Brian saw most of them as fags and he didn't want anything to do with any of them. He was rather blunt when it came to getting his point across and it was the easiest way to get them to leave him alone. He was very quick with a barb.

The girls finished their number. They stood, lined up, at center stage, facing out towards the large gallery. Sweat was dripping from their faces as their chests heaved, still catching their breath.

The director sat out in the gallery, discussing in whispers with the choreographer, which of the ten talented girls would get the four parts.

One by one he thanked the young women he had not selected. None of them broke down as he told them how good they were but...

The tension rose as their numbers dwindled.

Brian didn't always agree with the director in his selections but in the case of one of thedisappointed girls, he couldn't help but point out to her as she collected her things, "I told you you were wasting your time."

Cathy was sick of him. Sick of his attitude. She ignored him. The smug jerk was obnoxious. He wasn't even that great a dancer but he certainly thought he was. He was a little guy, a good two inches shorter that any of the other young men. He would stand out among them. Cathy was sure he was one of those guys who was insecure about his size and had an attitude because of it.

She had been struggling for two years to get into a show here. Then this guy walks in and thinks they should give him a part, just on his weak credentials alone. She would have liked to hang around just to see his face when he didn't get the part, but she had to get to work. She was late already.

It was time for the men. He lined up with them across the front of the stage. Brian stood there confidently, waiting to hear his name.

Brian was the first one excused. He couldn't believe it. How could they be so ignorant? He was outraged, "You wouldn't know talent if you saw it." He blasted out at the director and choreographer. He turned to the other dancers, who still waited for their verdicts, "There isn't one of you who knows the first thing about serious dance." Brian stormed off the stage, grabbing his duffel bag, he stomped out of the theater.

They had seen his type before. When he was gone, it was back to business. His name wouldn't be forgotten though and it was unlikely he would find work on San Francisco's stages anytime soon.

He was so angry he had forgotten to put his sweats on over his tights. It was cold out and being overheated and sweating didn't help. Brian was too mad to care. He headed for his hotel. It was only a few blocks up, so he walked instead of grabbing a cab. He didn't have the money if had wanted to grab a cab. Every dime he had was tied up in the white powder back in his room. He wasn't worried, by tonight he'd have plenty of money, even after he paid back the guy he got the crack from. He'd get out and start to sell it as soon as he showered and changed. He couldn't get over how much he hated those people back at the theater.

He walked through the run down lobby, looking with contempt at the derelicts that hung out there. He thought to himself that tomorrow he'd go and find himself a better place to stay. The elevator didn't work so he walked up the four flights of stairs to his room.

He reached for his key and put it in the lock. The door wasn't locked.

Brian wasn't stupid. He knew that there might be someone in his room. He also knew he couldn't call for help. If the police came and found what he had stashed there, he would be in jail so fast his head would spin.

He opened the door slowly and quietly, just enough to see inside. There was only the one room and a bath. The room was small, he could see the room was empty. So was the bathroom. He went straight for the crack he had hidden in the toilet tank. It was gone.

Now, Brian panicked. He had given the dealer every dime he had last night. He still owed him $3000.00 and he expected it tonight. That would have been plenty of time to sell it off in this town and it had seemed like a great deal at the time. Now what would he do. It was simple, he would go and tell him that he needed a little more time.

Cathy finished work at the shelter and met Mary at the gym. Mary closed the shop early. It had been a terribly busy week and she was tired. It was her place so she could do whatever she wanted.

They did a full hour of aerobics, showered and headed for the market. Friday was their night to do grocery shopping. They were health food fanatics. It was after seven when they finally got home with their groceries.

"You don't get more time." The swarthy little man told him. "I get the money tonight or you don't see morning. It's that simple." The dealer didn't get excited. That was just how it was. "My friend here," He turned and nodded to a middle aged, balding man in jeans and a pullover. He looked as if he'd just as soon kill Brian now, as later. "Will go with you while you get it together."

Brian was in deep shit and he knew it. The sweat was running down his back. "We'll need to stop at my place and get the stuff."

"No problem." Said the little man. "Pete will drive you."

Brian had to think of something. He'd have to lose the guy between here and his apartments.

Then he'd have to get out of town, fast.

There was no way to do anything while the guy was driving. On the street in front of his hotel, or in the lobby, was too crowded. Brian went up the stairs ahead of the man. They were on the last flight of stairs, near the top, when Brian stopped abruptly and lunged back, sending Pete, tumbling backwards down the stairs. He didn't move when he landed at the bottom. Brian assumed he was either unconscious or dead. Either was fine with him. No one had seen what had happened and it would be in his favor if the guy was dead.

Brian went in his room to gather up his things, quickly. He was going to have to leave San Francisco tonight.

Brian was just finishing throwing his things in his bag when Pete appeared at his open door. He looked menacing with the knife in his hand. "That was a very stupid thing to do kid." He started for Brian.

The only thing Brian had at hand was the duffel bag he had been packing. Brian swung it up, off the bed, at him. He knocked him off balance and into the dresser. The bag was impaled on the knife but Brian wasn't worried his clothes at the moment, he took off running, out the door and down the stairs.

It only took Pete a moment to recover and start after the long haired punk. They ran, sometimes leaping down three or four steps at a time, down the four flights of stairs and out through the lobby, onto the street. The thug was only twenty feet behind when he hit the street.

Brian was in great shape and was widening the gap, even as they weaved around people on the sidewalk as they ran. Brian came to a corner and, almost without slowing, made the turn. He was going too fast and he didn't see it until it was too late. He ran directly into a side of a panel truck.His head hit the street hard, he was stunned. There was no one nearby and he just lay there on the sidewalk. No one came to his aid.

The thug turned the corner and was surprised to see him laid out on the sidewalk. With a smug look on his face, he extended his hand to help the kid up.

Brian was still groggy and off balance when the guy started to beat on him, brutally. Pete wanted to really hurt the kid for what he did to him before he shoved the blade into him. He didn't like being pushed down a flight of stairs.

Pete was on the verge of pulling the knife out when he heard yelling. Three men were rushing toward them. Pete knew he couldn't kill him in front of people, in broad daylight. He gave Brian one last shot to his stomach, then he smashed his head against the sidewalk and walked away. He would watch where he was taken and finish the job later.

"God, why do the have to do this to us?" Said John, as he knelt down to help the young man who was barely conscious.

"They just get their kicks from bashing us." Answered Derick. "We better take him to Kim's. She'll take care of him." As he said it, John and Danny were lifting him to his feet. They put his limp arms around their shoulders and started toward their friend's apartment.

The three assumed that what they had witnessed was another gay bashing. Derick had had first hand experience with straights before. They walked him the two blocks and took him up the flight of stairs to Kim's place.

The girl that answered the door was appalled at the sight of the him. Kim was a very compassionate person and no one deserved to be beaten this way. "Bring him in and put him on the couch." Kim worked for a doctor. She was a registered nurse.

After she made a preliminary examination she determined that his worst injury was a serious concussion. "Leave him with me. I'll look after him." This wasn't the first gay she had helped. It seemed to her that they should stick together and help each other, the gays and the lesbians.

Her friends were not as compassionate and understanding. She would have a tough time explaining to her roommates why there was a gay man in the apartment. They had very little tolerance for them.

There was a bang on the heavy metal door, a little after seven. "Come on, let us in. These bags are heavy."

Kim opened the door for her roommates. Cathy and Mary headed straight for the kitchen with their packages. They didn't even glance into the living room.

Kim was not anxious to tell them they had a guest for the night, on the couch.

Cathy and Kim started dinner and Mary went to change.

Brian drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain killers Kim had given him left him weak and disoriented.

Mary, coming out of her bedroom, spotted the man on the couch. "Who the hell is this?

Kim!" She called out. The others came quickly.

"Oh my God. It's him." Said Cathy with contempt. She recognized Brian immediately.

"Who?" Asked Mary.

"The one I told you about from the audition. The conceited asshole." Cathy had told Mary about her not getting the part. She had related to Kim and Mary the story of this jerk and how much she hated him. Now he was here, in their apartment?

Cathy turned to Kim. "How did he get here?"

"Some friends of his brought him. He was beaten up pretty badly by some straights, out Gay bashing." Kim explained. "They just won't leave them alone."

Contempt turned to disgust. "You mean he's gay as well as a shit." Cathy looked down on him with newfound hatred.

Mary agreed with Cathy.

Cathy told Kim and Mary what had transpired earlier that day, at the theater.

"If I had known, Cathy, I wouldn't have let them leave him here. I'm sorry." Now, Kim had no use for him either.

Brian opened his eyes. Still groggy and confused, he didn't recognize recognized Cathy.

"Please help me! They want to kill me."

A little surprised, Cathy asked, "Who wants to kill you."

He had to think for a moment. "The dealer....the drug dealer I stiffed." He had trouble organizing his thoughts. "Will you hide me, please?" He pleaded.

"A dealer? What's he got to do with a dealer?" Kim asked of no one in particular. He was still conscious. "What kind of dealer?" She asked him.

"Crack. I...I bought...I bought some to sell. It was stolen from my room and now he's looking for me. To kill me." Brian slipped away again for a moment.

"He's a dealer!" Mary said, angrily.

Kim was contemplating what to do with him. "I say we just put him out on the street. Let them have him."

Cathy had a better idea. She shook him awake. "You want us to help you?"

"Yes, please!" Brian begged. He barely held onto consciousness.

"We'll hide you but you'll have to do whatever we tell you to." Cathy told him.

He could only nod. He slipped away again.

"Are you crazy Cathy?" They said almost in unison.

"I won't have anything to do with him." Said Mary.

Cathy smiled at them. "I have this perfectly wonderful idea. We'll disguise him so no one will know him, not even his mother."

Cathy laid out her plan for them. They loved it.

They stripped him and found him different clothes to wear. In his condition, it wasn't easy to get him dressed. It was fortunate he was a dancer. He was very slender and they were able to find things to fit him.

When they were done, they propped him up on the couch so he was sitting. The three girls looked him over and decided they approved of the job they had done on him. He was now wearing a pair of iridescent lime green nylon shorts with a matching tight crop top. Mary had stuffed the bra underneath with socks. Cathy took out his ponytail and brushed his hair. They let his long straight black hair hang free.

"What are you doing?" He regained consciousness as they sat looking at him.

"You said you wanted our help." Cathy answered contemptuously.

His vision was very fuzzy and he had a terrible headache. He looked down at the shorts and top with his phony tits. "These are girl's clothes?" He was very uncomfortable.

"It's a disguise. So we can take you where we can fix it so no one will know you. If you don't want our help, we can just forget it and put you back on the street." Cathy would be equally satisfied with that.

"No, I'm sorry. Whatever you say." He knew he'd be dead in an hour out there. Especially in his condition. He let them help him up.

It was dark out and no one noticed anything unusual as they helped him into Kim's car. Even Pete, who had been watching the doorway since he saw the gays take Brian in there, saw only four girls come out. He had seen the two go in earlier. The other two must have been in there a while. He watched the car drive off. He would wait. His boss promised to send him help when he called him a little while ago. The man wasn't happy and he wanted his money back. As far as he was concerned, Pete had screwed up.

Kim parked in the rear of the offices. She used her key to open the back door. It took all three of them to bring Brian in. The additional pain killers Kim had given him just before they left the apartment had left him quite amiable but harder to move.

They put him up on a gurney. He just lay there, he was out. Cathy and Mary got off the top and bra.

"This should do the trick." Said Kim as she filled a large syringe from a bottle she took from a cabinet.

"What's that?" Mary asked.

"It's a solution that the Doctors been experimenting with. It's a muscle stimulant. It actually irritates the muscle tissue, causing it to expand. He's tried it on a few women after they had mastectomies."

"Well, let's try it." Cathy was anxious. She wasn't at all satisfied with the way Brian looked.

Kim added, "We don't know how long it lasts."

"You mean it might go down too fast?" Asked Mary.

"Well, actually the problem is, the two volunteers we've injected so far haven't lost any of the swelling yet and it's been over three months." Kim really had no idea how long it would take for it to go down or what the silicone's effect with it might be.

Mary wanted to know, "Will it hurt him?"

Kim was quite sure, "No, he just may have a very lovely chest for a while."

"Do it." Said Cathy. He deserved it. She didn't care how long it lasted.

Kim and Mary saw the determination on her face. Kim gave him the injections. "It will be awhile before it works. It takes a few hours to cause the swelling."

Kim took a second bottle from the cabinet and filled another large syringe. "This will help round out his breasts. It adheres to the muscle tissues and will make them appear and feel more natural than the muscle tissue alone."

Kim injected it into Brian's left breast and emptied the large syringe of the thick fluid, carefully. Kim had done this several times in the past. She was very skillful with the needle.

Kim had expected him to react to having the fluid pumped into him, but in his condition, he apparently felt nothing. She refilled the syringe and injected a second large dose in the same breast. An equal amount went into his right side.

Kim looked down at the result with the others. The gelose mass had no form. They were disappointed.

"Be patient. When his muscles expand he'll look great." Kim told them.

Brian awoke to the prick of the needles. His head was still swimming. "What's happening?"

His chest hurt.

Kim gave him a fresh shot of pain killer. It didn't knock him out, but he was not capable of resisting what they were doing to him. They rolled him over and removed the shorts.

"His ass is too small." Cathy wanted it fuller, more like a girl's.

Kim decided the muscle stimulant would leave him too lumpy because it probably wouldn't distribute evenly over the larger areas. The experimental solution was a better idea.

Brian just lay there. He wondered what they were doing to him. He felt each and every needle as they injected tiny amounts of the fluid evenly over the area of his buttocks. He felt a tingling sensation. He was too groggy from the last shot of pain killers to ask what was happening. All he could do was lay there.

Satisfied, they rolled him over on his back again. Kim went to get what they needed for the next step.

The Doctor, a renown plastic surgeon, had developed a synthetic, second skin, to be used to cover areas of the body that were badly burned. Like a highly sophisticated band aid it allowed the patient to function while he healed. It was very similar in texture and appearance as real skin and once stitched in place was almost undetectable.

It took Kim a few moments to find exactly what she was looking for. She showed it to Mary and Cathy. "What do you think?"

They marveled at it. Kim had picked out a swatch that was covered with synthetic hair that matched Brian's perfectly.

Kim had worked with her Doctor many times in surgery and was familiar with the technique for making almost invisible stitches. Before she sewed it on him, over his penis and testicles she applied cold water to shrink him as much as possible. She shoved his testicles as far up as she could and, using a special surgical glue, made sure they wouldn't drop. Using the same procedure, she folded his little limp penis inside itself, leaving just the tip exposed. The glue would hold it up, inside him.

She made a small hole in the synthetic skin after she had trimmed it to fit Brian. Using the glue, she secured the head of his penis to the inside of the cover, at the hole. Kim coated the edge of cover with the glue and placed it so that it would cover him and look completely natural. It took her almost an hour to then stitch it in place.

There was no way Brian would be able to take it off himself. Even if he found all the stitches, the glue would hold it in place until the correct solution was used to dissolve it. There was also no fear that he might get excited and a hardon would tear it off. With the position his penis was in, the glue on his penis would bring him pain if he started to get hard. It wouldn't allow a erection.

He looked completely natural, even naked. Someone would have to get down on their hands and knees to examine him to see that he had no vagina. He would even have to go to the bathroom like a girl, through the tiny hole his penis was attached to.

They were all satisfied. There was nothing else to be done here. They cleaned up and took Brian home. It was about nine thirty when they got back to the apartment.

Pete figured they must have gone out for a drink. The dark haired one was smashed. The other three had to help her in the door. It was a shame they were all lesbians. They were good looking.

Pete hadn't spent the whole time just standing there. He had asked around, trying to learn what he could about the girls, as he watched the door to the building. No one seemed to know anything about them, or if they did, they weren't volunteering anything.

Brian was in a lot of pain. He didn't know what they had done to him.

They took him to the bathroom. He was almost busting out of the little bra he was wearing.

His chest had swollen considerably as well as his bottom. It hurt him to sit. The shorts had fit loosely when they first put them on him but now he filled them out.

"I have a few things at the shop I want to get him." Mary told the others. "Can you handle him for a little while?"

"Sure, go ahead." Cathy and Kim knew he would be groggy for quite a while and they had plenty to keep them busy.

They started by having Kim heat up wax and reshape his eyebrows. He hardly reacted when she tore the hair out by the roots. The painkillers were still doing their job.

He would occasionally mumble something unintelligible but he didn't resist them at all. They were sure that he didn't even know what was going on.

Next they put him in the bathtub and applied the hair remover they picked up on the way back to the apartment. They concluded, by his skin coloring, that he was at least part Indian. There was very little hair on his body. Even his face showed hardly any sign that he had facial hair. That would be to their advantage.

Cathy washed his hair and gave him a perm while they had him propped up in the tub. His normally long straight hair looked terrific when she dried and brushed it out. The soft perm gave Brian a head full of curly waves. Cathy used gel to give his hair lift and a fuller look.

They sat him on the toilet for Kim to do his makeup. When she was done she noticed that he had a hole for an earring in one ear. Kim proceeded to pierce his other one with a sterilized needle.

Mary had returned with a small bag of things for him and when Kim was done they all stood back to admire their efforts. They were more than satisfied. He made a very convincing girl.

He was wearing them out. Moving him was difficult. It took all three of them to put him in the sexy little pink nightie and panties that Mary brought home with her.

"He looks so sweet laying there." Kim commented.

"I can't believe how well the injections worked. He must be a 36c and he has a great ass."

Mary was delighted with him.

He looked completely feminine. No one would recognize him. He could pass for a girl under almost any circumstances.

They had put him in the bed in the spare room. It was the only room they could lock from the outside. The door was heavy enough that he couldn't break it down even if he had the strength. The only window opened onto the alley in back and it had bars on it to keep burglars out.

Once they were satisfied he was out for the night, safely locked away, they settled down in the living room.

"Any ideas for what we do with him next?" Asked Cathy. She had a few of her own.

Mary was the first to volunteer a thought. "I'd like to take him out and show him to a few of our friends. They get quite a thrill from him. Can you just imagine what Betty would like to do with him?" Betty was bisexual and she hated gay men as much, if not more, than Mary and Cathy. She was also a lot more kinky than they were.

Both Cathy's and Kim's imagination went wild at the thought.

Kim had another idea. "I've always wanted a personal maid." She said with a wicked little smile.

The others liked that idea too.

"I want to completely humiliate him. I want to dress him up and pass him off in public and such a way that he'll forever think twice about putting down anyone again.

"Why can't we do all those things?" Mary couldn't see why not. Kim reminded them.

"That will probably cost us a few bucks. I don't have a lot of extra money."

"None of us do." Said Cathy. "I'm sure were can get at least a thousand for these." She held out her hand and showed Kim and Mary the jewelry she had taken from Brian when they changed his clothes to take him out earlier.

"That will help." Said Kim, relieved.

"I have all the clothes we'll need at the consignment shop. Some of the outfits I get in are pretty outrageous." Mary knew she could outfit him the way they wanted to at no real cost. She did own the shop.

"Perfect." Said Cathy. This would be even easier than she thought. "Tomorrow we start to teach our new girl what it's like to be a ladies maid."

"I already have her outfit." Mary reached into her bag and pulled out the costume she had grabbed at the shop. She had had the same thought as Kim. The little black outfit with the white lace trim and apron would look just perfect on him. She had gotten his shoe size and brought heals to match.

"There are just two more things to do." Kim and Mary looked at Cathy questioningly.

Cathy got out the polaroid and went into the storeroom. She came out with several good pictures of Brian. "For blackmail. Just in case he might think he doesn't have to do what we tell him to. I'll explain that these will go up around town with his name on it. The people who are looking for him won't have any trouble finding him."

They agreed that would work. "What's the other thing?" Asked Kim.

First thing in the morning, after I visit the pawn shop, we get new locks on all the doors.

Including the closets. I don't want him to find anything he can safely cover himself up in and escape. Everything, all our clothes get locked up. He'll wear only what we want him to."

Cathy had another thought. "I saw a shock device advertised. I'm going to get us each one, just to be safe."

It was almost midnight. On her way to bed, Mary gathered up all of Brian's old things, including his wallet, and after taking everything they might need, put it all out in the trash.

When Cathy got back in the morning, around ten, the locksmith was just finishing up. All the locks they wanted were in place.

Cathy showed Kim and Mary how to use the devices. The salesman had instructed her. There were three settings. The lowest was similar to sticking your finger in a light socket. He would pull back quickly. The highest would knock him unconscious.

Kim and Mary set theirs in the middle position while Cathy kept hers on the highest.

Brian woke up slowly. His first sense of reality was the small dark room he found himself.

His second realization was how different he felt. The pain from the night before had diminished to the point where he was merely uncomfortable. He didn't have to touch himself to know what was on his chest. He could feel them move as he rolled over from his stomach to his back. He explored through the nightie that he found he was wearing. He touched his new breasts. They felt real, soft and pliable. His heart was in his throat. He didn't understand. He remembered little of the night before. Just short flashes of what had taken place since the beating.

He felt the difference in his ass too. He got off the bed and stood up. It was much larger, fuller.

When he stood, he felt odd around his crotch. His hand did not find what he expected to. In panic, he pulled off the nightie and panties. It was when the nightie came over his head that he realized that his hair was different. It was all curly. He looked at himself as best he could without a mirror. Brian lost control of himself and threw up. He was on his knees, naked when the dry heaves finally stopped.

Anger replaced the feeling of panic. The nausea passed. He went over to the door and pounded on it. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" He heard people on the other side but there was no answer.

They had decided to ignore him until they were ready. They were still rearranging things. They still had the kitchen to take care of. They had to remove all the sharp objects to a safe place.

Tired of pounding on the door, he decided to look around the room. Maybe he could find something better to wear that the thing he had slept in, he did not like the idea of having to put that back on. The closet was empty. The odds and ends of furniture were also empty. There was nothing. A glass of water stood on the nightstand by the bed. He was very thirsty.

Brian sat on the bed, thinking for a while. He didn't want to be naked like he was, if someone came in. It would be too embarrassing. He put the clothes back on.

He debated what he would do when the door finally opened. He knew that there had only been the three girls the night before. He could easily force them to do what he wanted. He was still stronger than they were. He waited.

It had been a half hour since the pounding on the door stopped. They were ready for him. If he hadn't drunk the glass of water with the tranquilizer in it, they were still ready.

Cathy unlocked the door and stood back. Cathy, Kim and Mary formed a semi circle and waited.

Brian looked around the door, hiding behind it. There were three, as he remembered. He looked them over.

The one on the left was a brunette with shoulder length hair that framed a pixie face. Her green eyes were startling. She was about 5' 4" and had a nice shape. Not too formidable. He recognized what he thought was fear in Kim's eyes.

The one standing next to her was a little taller but just as frail looking. She had long, dirty blonde hair, that lay on her shoulders. She was pretty too but in a more rugged way. There was no fear there, in her brown eyes.

Mary was looking forward to this.

Brian's stare was drawn to the eyes of the third girl. He looked at the blond with the short cropped hair and the deepest blue eyes for a moment before he recognized her. "You, you did this to me? You bitch." His tone was more threatening than he had the strength to back up. He felt weak as he came around the door toward Cathy. He wanted to wring her neck but he hardly had the strength to walk.

Cathy and the others smiled. He drank the water.

As he came toward her, his breasts bounding under the nighty, Cathy just stepped aside.

Brian fell forward.

They all turned toward him and gathered around him, taking care to keep a few feet between them and him.

Brian lay on the floor sobbing. He realized how futile his efforts were.

Cathy was the first to speak. "So, how's our girl this morning?"

Brian lashed out an arm at her. She just took a step back.

"What have you done to me?" Came through his tears.

"We've rescued you." Said Mary, with a condescending smile.

Kim couldn't resist. "You look much better than you used to Honey." Kim turned to the others and said tauntingly. "She's going to make a lovely maid."

Brian heard but didn't understand. "I'm not anybody's maid or anything else. And I'm not your Honey." He managed to stop crying. "I'm not staying here. I'm leaving." He struggled to his feet and, very wobbly, started toward the locked door.

Cathy taunted him. "You can leave if you want to but you might look a little funny walking down the street like that."

He had forgotten for a moment what he looked like and what he was wearing. "Where are my clothes?" He demanded somewhat less than convincingly.

Cathy looked at him very seriously. "Gone. We threw them out." The thought of it made him almost sick but he would go anyway. He moved toward the door again.

Cathy stepped in front of him and held out a picture for him to see. It was one of the ones she had taken last night. It showed him lying on his back in the nightie. It was an excellent shot of his face, and even with the makeup you could tell it was him. Especially with what was written under the picture, 'Are you looking for this man. His name is Brian Downs. He's a drug dealer. Call 666-7235 for information."

Brian's eyes went wide. "What is this?"

"This is one of a dozen photos that we'll put up all over this part of town." Cathy said with a poker face. It could easily be done.

Brian fell into a chair by the window. His head in his hands.

"Good, now you understand." Cathy sat in the chair across from him. Kim and Mary sat on the couch to his right.

Cathy smiled, "I agree with you Kim, she'll make a charming maid." Her stare was still locked on him.

He understood blackmail when he heard it but he wasn't about to give in to this and they couldn't make him. "You can forget it bitch."

Cathy looked to Mary and nodded. Mary got up and walked over next to the chair where Brian sat. He looked up at her.

"You will do what ever we want you to Honey." Mary told him just before she touched the device to his bare arm.

His heart skipped a beat. His body pressed back against the chair and his kidneys let loose. It hurt, badly. Brian began to understand why they appeared to be so confident.

They all watched him urinate in his panties, satisfied that they got the point across.

"You can start by cleaning up that chair." It dawned on Cathy as she said it and she turned to her friends. "We need to have a name for out new maid. Brian will never do." She looked back to the man as she asked Kim, "What name do you like Kim?"

Kim thought for a minute. "How about Christy?"

"That sounds nice and feminine, Kim. Any other ideas Mary?" Cathy was watching him squirm. His head resting in his hands.

"I always liked Tammy." Mary was enjoying this. She was watching him too. She could see the humiliated look on his face as they treated him like an object instead of a person, talking about him as though he wasn't even there.

"I like Kim's name for her." Cathy agreed.

Mary didn't really care. She would go along with whatever the others wanted. "Sounds ok."

She turned to the man. "Go in the bathroom Christy. Under the sink you'll find what you need to clean up after yourself." This was fun.

Brian did not get up immediately. Kim wanted her turn. She got up and went over to him. She squatted down on the side of his chair. "Christy, when we tell you to do something we mean immediately." She zapped him again.

Brian thought his heart stopped. The sweat was pouring off him as he struggled to stand.

Between the electric shocks and the drugs he was barely able to walk to the bathroom.

Cathy followed him. "You can change out of those messy things after you finish cleaning up the chair." She realized, as she walked behind him, that he did more than just wet himself.

Brian cleaned the chair under their watchful eyes.

"Now we'll go in the bathroom and you can wash your things out. Then we'll get you changed and you can start in on your chores." Mary watched and told him what to do.

Cathy brought his new little uniform into the bathroom and the three of them watched him change.

The white lace panties went on first. Kim had done an excellent job on his ass. The panties looked just like they should on a girl, with no lumps to distort their smooth lines. Next came the stockings and garter belt. He had trouble with the garter belt but they guided him through, telling him what to do. Their zappers were ready and in sight.

Next came the little uniform. It was snug on him but it fit. If he had been anything but a dancer he would never have gotten into it. The top was tight on his new breasts. They barely fit and pushed up in the built in bra. He had the nicest cleavage.

They showed him how to fix his hair and then add the finishing touch, his little maids cap. He had messed up his makeup while he slept and, with zappers at the ready, Kim had him wash off the old and she guided him, teaching him how to apply it himself.

The foundation was first, then eyeshadow followed by eyeliner and mascara. She guided him as he penciled in nicely curved eyebrows.

He already had prominent cheekbones and the blush highlighted them nicely. He had to make two attempts with the red lipliner. He pouted his lips, just as Kim showed him to, when he applied his lipstick.

He hated the way he looked in the mirror. The girls were pleasantly surprised. The liked the way it made him look.

Brian was cooperative, for now. He had felt the sting twice, he didn't want to feel it again. His time would come.

The let him look in the mirror for the first time and they watched his reaction. He stood there in the little outfit, all made up. The little skirt did not cover the straps from the garter belt or the frilly tops of the stockings. It didn't completely cover his swollen ass either. It showed rather conspicuously. His breasts were trying to pop out of the top of the uniform. He wasn't sure if it was the makeup they used on him or whether they had done something to his face too. He looked ridiculous, but as feminine as the empty headed girls he used to pursue.

The finishing touch was the black heals they made him wear. He tripped and stumbled around the apartment all morning in them but they wouldn't allow him to take them off, even when he scrubbed floors.

One of them was with him all through the day as he cleaned the entire apartment. They started him with the bathrooms, there were three. He had to scrub the tub, the shower walls and the floor. He cleaned the toilets, sinks and mirrors. Even the walls were scrubbed.

The bedrooms were next. Any clothes the girls had left out had to be folded and put away.

Beds were made. He dusted and vacuumed.

All three girls thoroughly enjoyed watching and pointing out the little things they each wanted done.

His feet were killing him in the three inch heals. He hadn't gotten over feeling ridiculous in the little maids uniform.

He was allowed to have lunch, but only after he made theirs and cleaned up after them. Soup and grilled cheese. The little glass of milk tasted funny but he drank it. It was the same bottle that they drank out of. He didn't see Kim drop in the half of a Valium table. She went back to the office and got a supply that morning, while Brian had been occupied.

After lunch he completely cleaned the kitchen. Floors, walls, stove and even the oven. It took him all afternoon to do it, to each of their satisfaction.

He was exhausted and they wanted him to make their dinner. Cathy showed Brian her zapper when he objected. He had to get himself up off the floor. They wouldn't help him.

They had their dinner and their maid got what was left over after he did the dishes and cleaned the table. He was allowed to eat at the counter. He would be give the Valium with each meal without his knowledge. It kept him much calmer and pliable.

After dinner he did laundry. He hand washed all their delicates and hung them in their respective bathrooms. He hated it but he had no choice. Kim watched while he did the rest of the laundry. He folded and put away everything that didn't need to be ironed. After they showed him how, they made themselves comfortable and he stood at the ironing board. There was a lot of ironing to do in a house with three girls.

Now his feet were really in pain.

Kim zapped him when he ruined one of her blouses. He was very careful after that.

It was midnight when he finished it all. Kim had already gone to bed.

"You may go and shower now Christy." Cathy told him.

All he really wanted to do was to get out of the outfit and fall in bed.

Mary kept an eye on him as he showered and washed his hair. She showed him how to dry it and then how to tie it back to sleep in. Cathy brought him a satin nightshirt and matching tap pants to sleep in. Another item Mary had picked up from the shop.

This outfit was better than what he had to sleep in the night before. Brian feel asleep with almost no problem. As tired as he was he probably didn't need the drug. The only trouble he had was getting comfortable. No matter which way he turned he was reminded of his new breasts and ass.

They had sat and discussed what to do with him today. A couple of the ideas they agreed on would have to wait until Monday. What they had in mind for today would be fun too.

Cathy woke him at eight. "Good morning Christie." She shook his shoulder.

He woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the girl. He didn't immediately remember everything. One look at her and it came back instantly. "What do you want from me?"

His tone was belligerent.

"Now that's no way to behave when we first wake up Christy." Cathy expected his attitude.

"My name is Brain, not CHRISTY!" He felt stronger this morning.

"You're name is whatever I say it is Honey and I say it's Christy." She pulled her hand from her pocket. It held her zapper.

Brian didn't say anything else.

"That's better. Now, I want you to get up and take care of yourself in the bathroom. Brush your hair and put on your makeup. We're going to the beach this morning and you're coming with us." She was in command and her voice reflected it. "Put this on before you come out." Cathy handed him a two piece bathing suit. A very skimpy one.

"I'm not going to wear that." He held up the little white bikini.

"You can and you will." Cathy held out the zapper.

"Ok, ok. I'll wear it." He said dejectedly. What else could he do?

They were waiting when he came out of the bathroom.

They were delighted with the way he looked. "Christy, you look fantastic in that." Mary couldn't help but see he was busting out of it. Most of the girls she knew wouldn't have the nerve to wear that suit.

Kim was shocked but didn't say anything. She just stared at him.

Cathy was very cool about it. "You forgot your eyeliner. Now go back and put it on like we showed you."

Brian took a deep breath and turned around and went back in the bathroom. When he came back he had finished correctly. Even the red lipstick.

Cathy handed him a flowered print sarong to cover the tiny low cut bottom of the suit. He had trouble putting it on and she helped him.

They let him have a quick breakfast before they rushed him out the door. They had to walk down the street to Kim's car.

Brian was looking for a way to escape when he spotted the figure watching from the other side of the street. It was the thug, Pete. He was watching the building. At the moment he was watching them. Brian looked for a sign that he recognized him. Other than he obviously liked looking at girls, there was no indication he had any idea who he was. Brian looked away, he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He watched the way the others walked and imitated them.

It was them again. Pete had grabbed a few hours sleep and been back for almost an hour. No one else had entered or left the building. It occurred to him that maybe he should keep an eye on them. They might lead him to the kid he was after if they had managed to sneak him out somehow. After leaving his buddy with instructions to watch the building, he climbed into his car and pulled up, down the street from the four girls who were climbing into their's.

He was going to follow them. Did he suspect? Brian climbed into the back seat next to Mary.

He watched out the back window. When they pulled out, so did the thug.

It took them almost an hour to get to the beach. The girls pulled blankets out of the trunk. Brian was nervously watching the car that had pulled in the lot behind them. The guy had parked a few cars down and was watching them from his front seat.

"Come on Christy." Mary said. "Don't be nervous. Just watch us and do what we do and maybe no one will notice anything strange about you."

That was exactly what he had in mind to do, but for different reasons than they had. He glanced back as they walked, the guy had gotten out of his car and was following them. Brian didn't dare watch him too closely, he'd suspect something.

It wasn't easy matching their stride in the sand but he did the best he could. He probably over did it.

Kim and Cathy watched him and got quite a kick out of the way he swung his ass from side to side. "You're doing fine Christy. Just keep your head up."

The beach was already packed with sunbathers. Men, women and children were everywhere. People looked up as they walked by. Men stared at the four girls. Brian would have just as soon dug himself a hole in the sand and crawled into it.

They walked about half way to the water before they found the spot they wanted. They handed Brian a towel and indicated that they wanted him to lay down between Cathy and Mary.

Brian did as he was told. He started to lay down with the sarong still on.

"Take your coverup off silly." Mary told him.

He really didn't want to. He had to stand up to take it off and he felt very conspicuous wearing the tiny suit.

They were really enjoying themselves. He was a nervous as a cat. He did look hot in the little suit and they were all getting looks.

He laid down on his back, like they did. He wanted to look back up the beach and see if they were still being watched but he was afraid, so he just laid there.

They flipped over after about twenty minutes and Brian turned over at the same time. He didn't notice Cathy until it was too late. She reached over his back and pulled the string that held his top.

"We wouldn't want you to get tan lines back there." She laughed as she said it.

The others, enjoying his nervousness, all released their tops too.

Brian was incensed but there was nothing he could do about it. He had almost panicked and jumped up when he felt her pull the strings on his bikini top. He caught himself. The others were doing the same thing with their tops. Maybe he'd look conspicuous if he didn't. He certainly would if he made a big deal about it. Brian scanned the beach for the man. He couldn't see him but that didn't mean he wasn't there.

Pete concluded they weren't here to meet anyone and as much as he enjoyed watching he knew he better get back.

The girls decided they were done on that side. They were very hot. "Ready for a dip girls?"

Mary asked.

Kim and Cathy responded with, "Sure."

Brian didn't know what to do. He just laid there.

"Come on Christy, you're coming too. Fix your top and lets go." Cathy wasn't about to leave him here alone. He couldn't just get up and walk away. God knows where he go with only a bathing suit to wear.

Brian struggled but finally got the strings tied. He turned over and sat up. "Do I have to?"

"Sure you do Christy. You'll like it. It feels great in the waves." Kim wanted to see him in the surf.

It occurred to him that they couldn't bring the zappers with them. Maybe he could run.

Cathy took his hand. "We're going to run down there and you're going to run right along with us. If you don't do what I tell you I'll pull your top off." She was pretty sure how he'd react to that.

Cathy was right. He didn't want to find himself in the surf or on the beach without at least that on. It didn't cover much but it was certainly better than nothing. The thought occurred to him that he'd probably get arrested for exposing himself. He definitely did not want to find himself in jail after they found out what he really was. He wouldn't last long in there.

He ran down to the water with them. They played the silly games that girls do and he had to play along. The waves tried to tear his top off. He retied it after almost loosing it.

Kim left the water first and was waiting on the towel with her zapper when they got back.

Brian watched them dry off and mimicked them as well as he could.

The walk back to the car make him nervous but the car that had followed them was gone. He didn't know if it just left or whether he had gone a while ago. They had been on the beach for almost three hours.

The ride back to the apartment was uneventful. He looked for the man, expecting him to be there waiting. Another man, a younger man, was there, watching the building. He stood in the same spot that the other had stood. He watched them when they got out of the car until they entered the building. Brian tried to look inconspicuous, he continued to mimic the others.

Brian showered and washed his hair without making a fuss. He dried it and redid his makeup as Kim watched. He started to object when she handed a little bright print stretch crop top and black unitard to put on.

Kim flashed the zapper and he put it on. It wasn't unlike the leotards he wore occasionally to dance. It didn't fit like what he used to wear.

While he stood, his back to Kim, she pulled his hair up to the top of his head and secured it with a large white bow. He only glanced in the mirror. He looked ridiculous.

"We're going to go and work out and you're coming with us." Cathy commanded when the were in the living room. They all had a lite lunch first. "Here Christy." She handed him a yogurt.

They were followed again. Brian spotted the car behind them. He continued his act.

The girls went out of their way to park two blocks away. Cathy, Mary and Kim wore sweats over their leotards. They didn't give him a set. They caught a lot of looks as they walked down the busy street to the club.

The club was exclusively for women. Brian followed Cathy and Mary through the door, Kim brought up the rear.

"They wouldn't like it if they found out you weren't really a woman." Cathy whispered. "Do what we do and try to act like a girl."

It was humiliating. These girls over exaggerated every move they made. Limp wristed and giddy, he followed their lead. He was covered with sweat after the hour of aerobics. They led him to the locker room where he had to use the toilet, surrounded by at least a dozen women in different stages of dressing or undressing. The stalls had no doors and he had to nearly strip to go. Normally, as a man he would have been thrilled to be able to watch what went on around him but not like this.

Mary watched and escorted him out to the locker area when he was finished. Cathy and Kim stood waiting, dressed in just towels. "Time for a shower Christy." Kim told him with a smile. She handed him a towel. Mary was already getting out of her outfit.

Brian's expression of shock changed to a whispered plea. "Please don't make me do this." He begged them.

"Come on Christy. We're all going to shower." Cathy's voice sounded sweet but her look wasn't.

Brian couldn't see what she had palmed in her hand but he knew what it was. Covered with sweat the way he was, the shock would surely be excruciating.

Brian, trying to be inconspicuous as possible, quickly stripped and wrapped the towel around him. They took him to the large shower room. Mary waited outside with a zapper while the other three went in.

Brian did not want to take the towel off. The big room with at least fifteen showers had at least ten women in the process of showering when they walked in. Cathy and Kim hung up their towels and waited for him to do the same.

He stood facing the wall the whole time he washed. It was a very strange sensation when he rubbed the bar of soap over his chest. He felt strangely stimulated by it. His breasts were large compared to most of the other woman there. His didn't sag like some of them did.

It wasn't the first time he had showered but he had intentionally stayed away from the areas that would remind him of what they had done to him. He had not even gone near his crotch until now. It felt very odd to wash there and feel nothing but hair. It only took him about three minutes, he rushed, to finish. Brian grabbed his towel and went back to the lockers to dry off. It figured it would be more private there. Mary escorted him.

Brian was wrong about it being more private. There were eight or nine women around him, talking to each other, in different stages of dressing.

Cathy and Kim joined him while Mary went to take her shower. Brian sat on the bench, soaking wet, with the towel around him.

Cathy and Kim watched his eyes dart about. What they saw was fear, not lust. That was fine with them, they loved it.

She didn't whisper. She wanted to be heard by others around them. "Come on Christy, hurry up and get dried off and get dressed. We have a lot to do still today." Cathy wanted eyes on him.

Brian turned and looked up at her. He was on the verge of tears.

Still speaking in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone around them, she said, "You don't want to keep James waiting, do you? Aren't you supposed to go with him to dinner and the concert tonight?"

Others did overhear. An attractive Black girl behind Kim commented, "You make him wait girl. He'll appreciate you more."

Another girl wanted to know what concert. Kim piped in and answered for her 'girlfriend'.

"Christy's going to some swank restaurant with this rich guy and then to the 'Stone's' concert."

A few other girls made comments. Brian was the center of attention for the moment.

Cathy put her arm under his and pulled him up. When he was standing she whispered. "It's going to look odd if you just stand there and don't dry off."

Brian got the hint and removed the towel. He hadn't given a thought to what he put on when he was dry but the girls had.

Mary was back from the shower and dried off next to him. When he was done, Cathy pulled underwear from the big duffel bag she had brought. A lacy little white bra and sexy white satin panties. She handed them to Brian.

Brian didn't hesitate to put them on. He was getting better at putting on bras. The next thing she gave him surprised him. Black mesh stockings. He looked, questioningly, at Cathy, then at Kim and Mary. They all nodded just slightly. He sat down and put them on.

Cathy had been very careful not to wrinkle the pink ruffled blouse. Brian didn't take it from her instantly but he did finally take it, reluctantly. It buttoned up the back and Kim was delighted to help him with the two buttons he couldn't reach. His breasts almost stretched the blouse beyond good taste as he reached around, buttoning it.

The black knit slim skirt with the wide matching belt with a big gold buckle was the finishing touch. When he finished putting it on, he found the hem came to almost three inches above his knees. The two and a half inch black heals were just perfect. At least the girls thought they were.

They were glad they had made him wear heals all day yesterday or he might have made a fool of them today.

The others were also ready for a night out. Cathy and Kim in dresses and Mary in her skirt and blouse.

The ladies room, just outside the locker room, had makeup tables and that's where they took Brian next. They all dried and fixed their hair. Brian knew he had to do his own, they weren't alone in the room.

Kim had brought all his makeup and she set it in front of him.

Brian looked around at all the other women putting on makeup and primping. He sighed deeply and picked up the foundation and sponge to apply it with. It took him an impossibly long time.

One of the girls from the locker room was sitting on his left. "I hope he's worth all the pains you go to." She just thought Christy was trying to look make herself as pretty as she could. She thought she took an unusually long time putting on makeup.

Brian ignored the girl.

The mascara was the only thing he messed up and Kim came to his aid. "You always do that Christy."

Brian gave her a dirty look.

She just smiled. He was doing beautifully. He obviously was too afraid of being discovered to do anything but act like one of them.

Cathy handed Kim earrings. She whispered to her. "Help Christy put these in."

Brian looked at the little drop pearl earrings that dangled from his ears. He had trouble with the catch on the matching necklace that Cathy handed him to put on.

Kim was still standing behind him. "Pick up your hair and I'll help you." She took the necklace and he picked up his hair, out of the way, while she put it around his neck and did the clasp.

He was quite a sight, he thought to himself when he stood and looked in the mirror. He had to admit that he looked the part, but that gave him no satisfaction.

Brian got a surprise when they were back out on the street. He was still there. Did he suspect? Had he recognized him? Was he just waiting for him to be alone?

As much as he wanted to get away from these three bitches, they were apparently his salvation. If what they had done to him fooled his pursuers than the smartest thing he could do is to stay with them, for now. It also occurred to him that if he convinced them that he would go along with the farce and not give them any trouble they might get lax and when the opportunity arose he could escape and get out of town before the photographs were circulated. He would need two things before he could attempt to get away.

Clothes he could travel in was his first problem. He could probably get away with what he was wearing now but that left him with the other problem, money. He had none. He could try to lift some from one of them, enough to buy a buss ticket. They watched him so closely though. Gaining their trust was the only answer. Even if doing it meant going along with their game.

He was used to the heals by now and only occasionally missed a step. He would have to be particularly careful when they were out in public to look like and act like one of them. He wasn't sure when he was being watched.

Once in the car he relaxed, hands folded across his lap and legs crossed like Cathy who sat next to him.

"Very nice." She said when she noticed how he sat. The others looked back and with raised eyebrows, Mary commented, "Now you're getting the hang of it."

Brian smiled, pretending he appreciated their approval. "I'll try to do better from now on."

Mary couldn't wait for him to meet her friends, especially Debbie.

It was about 6:00 pm when they got to the restaurant. They normally didn't come to so expensive a place but since Brian was picking up the tab, why not treat themselves?

The valet parked their car and the four of them entered the restaurant. The doorman held the door for the four lovely ladies. Brian followed Cathy as she walked up to the hostess and asked for a table.

"There is about a half hour wait." The girl told Cathy.

"We'll go have a drink in the lounge." Cathy told the girl and suggested to the others.

Brian watched them closely and when they slid up on the plush stools at the bar. He slid up, adjusted his skirt, crossed his legs and with his hands in his lap, tried to look just as demure as he could.

He was there, in the booth in the corner. He was watching them. Brian was sure he was staring directly at him.

He was the last to order a drink and while he would have preferred bourbon straight up, he spoke in little more than a whisper, asking the bartender for white wine.

They were surprised at him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. He was certainly trying. They exchanged approving looks.

He sat quietly during most of their conversations. He only spoke when they addressed him.

He was completely out of his realm and it the awkwardest of predicaments.

The bartender appeared with another round of drinks. "Complements of the gentlemen." He pointed to a group of three men in suits at the end of the bar. The men raised their glasses to them. Cathy, Mary and Kim ignored them. Brian seeing their reaction ignored them too. That, of course, was fine with him.

They had finished their second drink and were considering ordering another when the hostess came to tell them their table was ready. The man, Pete, didn't follow them as far as Brian could tell.

Dinner was uneventful. Kim dropped the capsule in his wine when Mary distracted him for a second.

"Have you decided not to fight it any more Christy?" Cathy asked over desert and coffee. His new attitude toward the role they made him play disturbed her.

Trying to sound as feminine as possible he answered, "I don't seem to have a choice and it is kind of fun." He lied as convincingly as he could.

They didn't trust him. Cathy played along. "I'm glad you feel that way Christy. We could all have fun together with you this way." Her reassuring smile was a lie too.

Mary couldn't help herself, "What made you change your mind?" She wondered what was going through his head?

After the first comment from Cathy he expected this question. He was ready. "I never imagined how nice it felt to be a girl. The clothes, the way you fuss over the way you look and the way men go out of their way for you." It had happened at the beach when a guy held the shower on for him. It happened again when they came into this place. "Men had stepped aside as we walked down the street. The men who opened the doors for us when we came in and the men at the bar. It's nice to be catered to." He wasn't sure if he was convincing them. They were all looking at him with a sort of surprised stares.

He thought fast. "When I was taking the shower at the club, it was the first time I touched myself and it made me feel a way I've never felt before. The thing I like most is the way women feel so open and free around each other. Like in the locker room. Men could never act that way, they're too hung up with themselves." He prayed that would do it. He couldn't think of anything else to say to convince them of his sincerity.

Cathy was the first to speak. She wasn't sold by his lies but she'd play along. "I'm glad you feel that way Christy."

Mary wanted to believe him but she didn't either. "Me too, Christy." But if he really felt, at all, the way he said, her idea for what to do with him was all the better. It was too soon for him to discover all they had in store for him and she wasn't that gullible.

Kim didn't say anything. She'd reserve her judgment until later. Where they were going next might tell the story.

Cathy paid the bill. She still held onto Brian's money. Mary and Kim need to make a trip to the powder room, so they all went. The ladies room was no better than the locker room and when Brian decided he had to go too, it was very awkward. It was a lot of trouble to go to just to go to the bathroom. The others stood at the mirrors when they finished, primping and checking their makeup. Brian played the game and, watching what they did, played with his hair even though it looked fine to him. They touched up their makeup, he touched up his. Wearing lipstick was probably the strangest thing he had to do because he was constantly aware it was there. He constantly licked his lips, unconsciously, so he had to redo it repeatedly. He would have to try to remember not to do that. It wouldn't be easy, but none of this was.

It was only about a half hour's drive to where they were going and they were right on schedule. They hadn't told Brian. It was a surprise.

Brian wasn't concerned with their plans. He was looking for the car, for the man, Pete. They drove off and he didn't see it at first, it was about six cars back in the heavy traffic. He was just about to relax when he spotted it.

They had gotten tired of waiting and Pete told Doug to search the building. He was surprised to find that there was only one apartment, that the door from the street only gave access to the third floor of the building. The rest were private business with entrances on the other side of the building. He tried to break the door down, sure that he would find the kid inside. It was the only place he could be. The four girls had gone out and left him there. He tried but failed. It was a steel door and the locks were good.

Doug waited out front while Pete trailed the girls.

Pete got his first inkling that there was something not quite right as he watched them in the lounge and in the restaurant. He stood in the restaurant foyer where he could see their table. The girl with the black hair was not one of their group. She didn't seeM to join in their conversations. She just sat there. He wondered if he perhaps he was wrong when she seemed to lead the conversation as they finished their dinner and prepared to leave. He shook it off.

Now where were they going? He ran and got to his car, down the street, as they pulled out.

Sooner or later they would lead him to that punk and then he'd finish what he'd started.

It was ladies night at the exclusive bar. They turned the men away until the show was over at eleven. Only the ladies were allowed in until then. The men would be there, outside, anticipating that the women would be ready for them after seeing the show.

They were lucky to get a front table, right next to the dance floor. Brian had an idea what they were in for. He had never been to one of these but he assumed that it was just like what men do at topless bars.

It turned out not to be quite the same. Cathy Kim and Mary who would normally never go to one of these, were ready to have some fun. They coaxed the scantily clad dancers to them, to Brian, in particular.

He wasn't ready for the attention. The boys just about stuck it in his face, repeatedly. The audience was constantly coaxing Brian on, telling him where to put the money the girls gave him. He had no choice, he had to do it. Twice the men kissed him. It came as a complete shock. The girls did it to him each time a new set of dancers came out. It went on for two hours.

Then the men were allowed in and it was their turn to go wild. They came on to every girl in the place, hoping to get lucky with the horny women, and the three lesbians and their companion were no exception. The girls played along, as much as the men's attentiveness disgusted them. There were three or four men around the table most of the time.

The men were getting a little drunk and playful. Not one of the four of them escaped without being felt up. Brian ended up in one of their laps when he tried to excuse himself to go to the ladies room. He stood up and a rather large, very drunk young man pulled him back into his lap. His hand were all over him. It was a very strange feeling when the guy grabbed his ass and squeezed it. He even forced a kiss on Brian. The guy's tongue was stuck deep in his mouth while, at the same time, he fondled Brian's breast. Brian finally broke away before the hand that was exploring under his skirt discovered his secret.

Pete laughed at what they went through. He watched as the men with them got drunker and drunker and the girls all had to struggle harder and harder to keep them at bay. The bit with the black haired girl was the funniest. He had to fight his way out to keep up with then when they finally had enough and headed for the door.

"I can't believe that." Said Kim, disgusted. It made her skin crawl to have a man touch her the way they had. "It's bad enough to have them come on to you."

Cathy found them to be just as bad. She hated men with a passion. She was sorry they had come, even though it was amusing to watch what Brian had to go through. She thought it was ironic that they didn't even have to coax him to leave with them. He was more than willing, after what he was just exposed to.

Mary was leading them out. She pushed the men aside as they kept trying their lines on the girls as they hurried past the bar.

They were almost to the door of the packed bar when a man who was in as much of a rush as they were, knocked Kim down.

Cathy and Mary stooped to help her up and the man hesitated for an instant. Brian was in the rear and he locked gazes with the man for an instant.

It was the guy, Pete. He had followed them even here. Brian dropped his eyes and bent to help Kim. The last thing he wanted was close eye contact with the guy who beat him up and wanted to kill him.

There was something familiar about her but he couldn't put his finger on it. For just that second, when she looked at him. It was in her eyes. He decided he better not hang around after what he accidently did. He hurried outside, to wait in his car.

Kim was alright. They helped her to the car. Mary drove home. Brian watched and they were definitely followed.

Brian was scared. Only one man was watching when they walked down the sidewalk and entered the building. It wasn't the one he had just come face to face with. He was conspicuous because the streets were so empty at this time of night. It was pretty late.

Brian was more anxious to get inside than they were and he felt safe finally, when Cathy threw the lock on the solid door.

Cathy and Mary were still fuming from what had happened. "God I hate them." Cathy said to no one in particular.

"They're nothing but animals." Agreed Mary.

"Why do they have to be that way?" Kim wasn't hurt. Just her pride bruised a little.

All three turned and looked at Brian. He was feeling something strange. He had been violated too, in a way, against his will. He had never felt that way before. He looked up from the chair to see them all looking at him.

Cathy wanted a place to vent her rage. "You're one of them. You're just like the rest."

Brian quickly scrounged for something to say. "They did it to me too. They used me too and I didn't like it either."

Kim looked at Cathy. "Christy's right. They abused her too." Kim liked thinking of 'Christy' as a woman. It excited her. She was much more tolerant of him.

Cathy stopped to think.

"I'm not the same as I was. I've seen and felt what it's like to be manhandled and stared at when you know what they're thinking." He did know. Not that he wouldn't go back in a minute and trade places with those same guys.

"Do you mean you like yourself better now, the way you are now?" Mary was curious, her anger subsided after hearing what he said.

He did feel differently but not nearly as much as he professed. "Yes, I do." He had played a pretty convincing roll today, would they believe him, start to trust him?

Mary was delighted and Kim thought he was adorable. Cathy still didn't trust him.

"I don't know." Cathy said, studying him. Then she had an idea. "Prove it."

Brian didn't like the sound of that. "How?" He asked.

"We'll teach you to make love the way a woman wants to be loved and we'll see."

He could do that. They would have to remove the cover they put over his dick and balls and that was just what he wanted to happen. "Ok, I'm willing."

"You'll have to do exactly what we tell you to do." Cathy warned him.

"That's alright." This would work out in his favor. This he could do.

Cathy looked to the others. Kim was willing and the idea brought a few fantasies to mind for Mary.

She turned back to Brian. "Alright Christy, go to your room and get undressed. We'll be waiting for you."

Brian hurried to do what she said. They went to get ready too after they locked him in the storeroom.

The door opened as he was taking off his pantyhose. "Put this on when you're done in there."

It was Mary.

The door closed and locked. Mary's was the only one that would come close to fitting him on top.

He was curious. He reached over and picked up what she had laid on the bed. A pink teddy with ruffle trim dangled from his hand. How embarrassing, he thought to himself. A part of him wondered how he'd look in it. He told himself it was just curiosity.

With the frilly teddy on, he knocked on the door to come out.

Cathy opened the door. The teddy she was wearing was black and just as feminine as the lacy pink one Mary had given him. It was a pretty contrast to her blonde hair and pale skin.

She led Brian into her bedroom where Mary and Kim were waiting. Kim would be first and Cathy and Mary would watch over her so Brian would have to behave. This way she could relax and enjoy what their feminine pet was going to do for her.

Kim, naked, lay on her back on the big bed. "Delicately caress her legs from her crotch to her toes." Mary told him.

Brian stood at the foot of the bed. He looked at Cathy, confused. "Don't you want to take this off so that I can properly satisfy her?" He pointed to the cover on his crotch.

"That won't be necessary Christy. We'll teach you what to do, just do what we say." Cathy had no intention of letting him use that thing on any of them.

He didn't quite understand what they wanted, Brian knelt at the foot of the bed and began to run his fingertips up and down Kim's legs. When he got too close to her vagina, Cathy warned him. "Not there, not yet. Now as you stroke her legs I want you to suck on her toes."

He had never done that to any woman before. He felt foolish but he did what she said. Brian didn't like this.

Kim was getting excited. After a few minutes of that she rolled over and, following Cathy's direction, he stroked the back of her legs the same way. He moved up to her back and did the same thing. From the nape of her neck to the bottom of her buttocks.

"Lick her." Cathy told him, smiling.

"Where?" He was on his knees at the bottom of the bed, looking back at her where she stood behind him.

"In her crack silly." She spoke to him like he was a little kid who didn't know anything.

That he had never done before either and he hesitated.

"So, you weren't sincere before." Cathy said critically.

He didn't answer. He laid prone between Kim's legs and spread her soft white cheeks. It would have been one thing if she were on her back but with her like this, the thought of what Cathy wanted him to do disgusted him.

"Gently at first. Then dig your tongue in as far as you can. Little by little, while you flick the end of it." Cathy enjoyed seeing Kim's reaction.

Brian gradually learned what brought Kim the most pleasure. She began to squirm and make low moaning sounds as he touched to right places.

After about ten minutes he was told to let Kim roll over. "Without touching her with any other part of your body, using just your fingertips, caress her above the waist. Brush over her nipples as you do it." Mary knew that Kim loved this part.

This was easier for Brian, he was not unfamiliar here.

Kim began to moan again as he learned where and how she liked to be touched. He concentrated on those places.

Something strange was happening to him too. His breasts were hanging down and just barely touching her stomach as they swayed beneath him. The more his nipples brushed her as they swayed, the more sensitive they became. Brian was getting excited too but with that excitement came pain. As he started to get hard, there was a cutting pain in his crotch. The glue and the cover wouldn't let him achieve an erection. It was a strange feeling and the pain became part of his arousal.

Cathy and Mary saw that he was learning and they were pleased.

"Now, lay down between her legs. Your head about chest high and gently mold her breasts with your hands, gently." Mary reminded him. "Continue to brush her nipples with your fingertips." Mary couldn't wait until he did that for her.

Kim's excitement was really building now. Between the moaning that was getting deeper she called out, "Christy...OH! Christy...YES!...Yes!"

"Use your tongue!" Kim whispered.

He flicked his tongue across her nipples. He experimented moving it slow at first, then fast.

Going in circles, first one way then the other, all the time, tenderly molding her breasts.

Cathy and Mary watched her fever pitch rise and when they thought she was ready Cathy told him, "Wet your fingers and her nipples with saliva ."

He did. He was getting tired of this.

"Now slide down on her, and while you continue to rub her nipples, use your tongue to lick from the back of her vagina to the top of her clit. Over and over." Cathy was getting aroused just watching.

Brian had never done this much for any woman. He was used to going in, satisfying himself and getting out. He was getting tired of rubbing.

His first lick brought a very acute reaction from Kim. She arched her back and yelled his name, "Christy..YES!...YES!"

Again, he learned quickly how to please her most. He continued for what seemed like forever. His hands ached and his tongue felt raw. When she finally came, there was no mistaking it.

It was not over. Kim told him what she wanted next. "Suck on me. Pull my clit in and move it around inside your mouth."

The idea did not appeal to him at all, but he had gone this far.

Her reaction was almost as strong as a few seconds ago and the pleasure she felt continued for a several minutes.

"Stop... Stop." Kim finally begged him. He backed down to the bottom of the bed. His face was wet with her juices. Even his lips were raw and irritated now. He didn't know that his tongue could get so sore.

Kim sat up on the bed, still shivering with sensation. "Come here." She called him. "Lay down here."

He couldn't imagine what else she could want. He looked back at the girls at the foot of the bed.

"Go ahead Christy." Cathy told him, smiling.

He was doing wonderfully, they had no intention of letting him stop now. They could see the exhausted expression on his face but that didn't deter them.

He did as he was told, he laid on his back.

Kim sat on his face, looking toward the end of the bed and her friends. "Lick me." She told him.

He could barely breath. His mouth was covered and his nose was partially inside her.

Kim, very slowly at first, slid up and down on his face. She did not rely on him entirely now.

"Suck on my clit like you did before as you lick."

As she moved up and down on his face he grabbed quick gasps of air through his nose. He barely got enough air but she didn't seem concerned with whether he could breath or not. Kim was very wet now and her juices ran down his throat. He had no choice but to swallow them.

While she rubbed up and down on him she played with him. With her hands on his breasts, she did to him what he had just done to her. She could feel his nipples get hard and his back arch as she played with them with her wet fingers. She kept it up.

It was like nothing he had ever felt before. What he had done in the shower was nothing compared to this. The more she did to him the harder he tried to please her. He seemed not to care that he could only grab quick breaths. His breathing had speeded up as he became excited.

Kim had two more orgasms. She was beginning to tire but she was not satisfied yet. She got off him and laid on her back with her knees high over her chest. "Put one finger inside me and go in and out slowly."

He didn't know if he had enough strength. He moved over next to her and did as she asked.

She continued to tell him what to do, "Faster, deeper, there." Until he was touching just the right places. Over the next fifteen minutes she had two more, very fulfilling and exhausting orgasms. Kim was spent, she couldn't take any more. After a few moments, after they had just laid there next to each other for a bit, catching their breath and regaining their strength, Kim kissed Christy on the cheek and got off the bed.

Brian thought that was it. He was a puddle on the bed. He was exhausted.

"Come on Christy. Go with Mary and get cleaned up. She wants you next." Cathy could see his condition but she wasn't about to let up.

Kim curled up in the chair by the bed, her body still tingling. That was more than any girl had ever done for her and it was fantastic. It was probably better because of who did it to her.

They all wanted him to do that to them? He didn't think he had the strength. He followed Mary to Cathy's bathroom and washed his face and hands. Mary led him back to the bed.

Brian was thankful that Mary was easier to please. Maybe it's because he didn't have to be told everything. It still took almost an hour to satisfy her completely, and when she was finished with him he thought his tongue and fingers would fall off.

Cathy watched while Kim relaxed in a chair at the side of the bed. Cathy wondered if he knew what he was getting himself into. If he knew how he was convincing them to go ahead with their plans for him by how well he was doing.

Cathy was last. She was also the most demanding. She seemed to take pleasure from the pain he felt. She took control of him more than the others had. With her hands, knotted in his hair, Cathy had him do whatever she wanted him to and she was not gentle when she was aroused.

After over an hour with her he couldn't move off the bed.

Cathy cleaned herself up and came back and stood by the side of the bed, looking down on the exhausted 'girl' in the pink teddy. "Girls, I think it's only fair that we give Christy a little taste of what its like."

They agreed readily.

Kim played with his breasts as she had done before. Mary went to her nightstand and got out one of Cathy's and her toys. She lubricated it and very slowly and gently slid it up inside 'Christy'.

She began to move it in and out, slowly at first.

Brian was already getting excited with what Kim was doing to him. He felt the large dildo stretch him as it went inside him. It hurt at first, until he opened up, gradually, to accommodate its size. The pain was part of the excitement and he began to feel consumed by it.

The final straw came when Cathy started to rub him through the soft covering over his crotch. Brian didn't know that he could orgasm without having an erection. He found out that night that he could.

Brian reached a point in his furor that he forgot about everything but the excitement he felt. He forgot about the people who were after him, he forgot about what the girls had done to him, how they degraded and humiliated him and how much he wanted to get away from them. He reached the point in his furor that he wished that he was exactly like them, that he was one of them, a woman. He began to appreciate how what he did to them made them feel.

It was 3:00 am when he collapsed in his bed. He slept the sleep that exhaustion brings. He dreamt strange dreams.

He didn't feel as belligerent when Kim woke him at ten on Monday morning. A pleasant, "Good morning," was the first thing out of his mouth.

"Good morning Christy. It's nice to see you in a good mood this morning." Kim didn't think of him as a man any more. He was almost just another girl to her. Cathy had warned her to be careful and not trust him too much. She had her zapper in her pocket, her hand was on it.

The reality dawned on him again when Kim called him the name she had picked for him.

"Hurry up and get your shower and get dressed. We're going to have some fun today and I think you'll enjoy it." She laid the outfit she brought him on the bottom of his bed.

Kim followed him to the bathroom and the door was locked behind him. They didn't trust him yet but that didn't really surprise him. He would work on them today. He would show them he could be trusted. Then, if he could get his hands on one of their purses, maybe, in a day or two...

Once back in the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, he look at the outfit Kim had brought him. His underwear was a white lacy bra, bikini panties and pantyhose. There was a white half slip to wear under the pleated, gray plaid skirt. The long sleeved black sweater with big buttons up the front was the top to go with it. She had also brought him the black heals he had worn last night. The big hoop earrings looked funny hanging from his ears.

He could endure this a while longer. The outfits, the disguise would help him to slip out of town. He wouldn't even have considered going off on his own, dressed like this, two days ago but now he had enough confidence in the way he looked to try it. No one would know who or what he was, he was sure of that now.

Brian wasted no time getting ready and they had breakfast ready for him when he finished his hair and makeup. Mary had already left for work. It was her shop and she ran it alone. She would have given anything to be able to spend the day with them but as long as she was there tonight, she didn't mind so much.

With breakfast out of the way they got ready to leave. Brian carefully pulled the curtain open a crack and peaked out the window. There he was, still watching and waiting.

He couldn't follow them. His partner was late and someone had to keep an eye on the apartment. He watched them get in their car and drive off. It was about fifteen minutes later when Doug arrived.

I've got some information for you Pete. You know those four girls? Well they're lesbians and there should be only three.

He knew as soon as his friend said it. He should have known last night, when he looked in the girl's eyes. He saw it then but the disguise was so good it threw him off. It was the same look of fear he had seen when he caught him on the sidewalk and he knew he was going to die.

The kid was the forth girl and he just let them drive off. He decided to arrange a surprise for when they came back. He knew they better come back or he was dead. His boss was already tired of waiting for him to finish it. Just on the chance he was wrong, he kept his revelation to himself. "I want to get in there while they're gone."

"You figure he's in there, hiding?" Asked Doug.

"Might be." He didn't really think so but Pete wanted a look. He figured he would find his clothes and maybe enough evidence to prove he was right about the kid. That he was giving them the slip by running around dressed as a woman. Coming and going right under their noses.

Brian didn't understand why they weren't followed. He had followed them every other time they left the apartment. He breathed a sigh of relief. Now the only thing he had to worry about was where were they taking him and what was the 'great fun' they were going to have?

Cathy was lucky to get them appointments, much less three together and on such short notice.

They pulled up in front of the long low white building and the valet opened the doors for the three girls. 'Christy' swung her legs out as Kim had told him. The valet offered his hand and 'Christy' took it.

"What is this place?" He asked Cathy.

Cathy smiled at him. "This is one of the most exclusive spas in town and we are going to treat you to an experience. It's one of the exclusive pleasures that women hold dear. Complete and utter pampering."

Brian wasn't ready for this. He never would be. He had heard stories and this isn't the place for him.

"It's just our way of trying to thank you for all the pleasure you gave us last night." Cathy just played it along. "Well, come on girls. Christy, get ready for the experience of your life." They each took one of his hands and, with him between them, strolled through the front door to the waiting receptionist.

They were led to dressing rooms where they undressed and donned the short white robes that were hung on the wall. The only piece of clothing they told him to leave on was his panties.

Brian was not going to get used to this. He felt as if everything was hanging out. His skin crawled as he walked with the others, down a crowded hallway.

They were taken to the massage room where the were told to lie down on the tables. They didn't have to wait long before their masseuses' joined them and with robes removed and just a towel over them they were given a very thorough massage.

Brian was not sure how he felt about have a man do what this man did to him. How could he not know that the person he was massaging was another man? He expected, any moment, to be exposed. Brian was very limp when it was over.

The hot whirlpool baths were next. Bathing suits were supplied by the spa. The three of them put on the suits and joined the other women in the large tiled bath. Brian said very little as the others made conversation with the women sitting around the bath. He was still very nervous but it did feel good. It sapped some of the tension he was feeling.

The sauna sweated out the impurities in their skin. It also helped to relax him further.

He was beginning to enjoy himself. His greatest fear, being discovered, did not appear as

likely as he thought. The women who saw to his every comfort, were as nice to him as they were to Cathy and Kim. He felt as though he could enjoy being treated this way.

The facial actually felt good to Brian. He let them do what ever they wanted. He just sat back and enjoyed it. When they were done, he was almost sorry it was over.

He was given a manicure and pedicure. A completely new, and he had to admit, pleasant, experience. It was amazing how relaxed and special all the pampering made him feel.

They asked him if he wanted a cut and style. Cathy suggested to Brian that she let them go ahead. Brian told the girl not to take too much off and she assured 'Christy' that she would only cut the ends, "I want all the length we can save for the style I have in mind for you, you'll love it Miss."

He had enjoyed the rest, why not. The others approved of the new style and the hairdresser agreed. "It will look much better that what you're used to. Especially with your hair."

The perm they had given him a few days ago was not the kind that lasted and it was already beginning to show signs of washing out.

What the hairdresser didn't think she needed to tell the girl was that her perm would probably last six months.

Brian had the right texture hair for the style they selected for him. It was very thick and took the perm beautifully. They trimmed his split ends and gave him soft bangs. The layering on the top and sides give his hair a fuller look. His hair, when they were done, fell just below his shoulders. It had a fullness that the girls never imagined possible.

Brian was amazed when the girl showed him the finished look. He rejected his first thought, that he really liked it, it made him look very pretty and feminine. He tried to put it out of his mind. He knew that Brian was under there and he would get out as soon as he escaped.

They took the girls, when the last styling job was finished, and led them to the makeup salon. They each were shown how to accent their best features. Cathy and Kim watched as 'Christy' learned, step by step, every detail of what was done to him. He showed genuine interest in what the woman taught him. She even made him a list of the specific brands and colors of cosmetics he should buy to recreate what she had done.

Brian was so intent that he didn't even realize they were watching him. He was totally engrossed in what the woman was telling him, he was so fascinated by the magic she worked on him.

He was amazed at himself. Between the hair and the makeover he was actually very convincing, very pretty.

They had been there since eleven and it was nearly four o:clock. The valet brought the car around and Cathy drove them toward their next stop.

He used a crow bar to pry loose several of the bars from the window. Pete squeezed through and unlocked the front door for Doug.

"Is he here?" Doug asked.

Pete would have been relieved if he was. "No, the place is empty. Let's take a look around."

"What are we looking for?"

Doug frustrated Pete. He was not very bright. "Just look for clothes or anything that would tell us if a man were staying here."

They found nothing. Pete had been so sure of himself. Was that look in her eyes what he thought it was? It could have been the fear that she was going to be molested. Pete did just knock down one of her friends. He had to know for sure. They'd wait, he decided.

Cathy looked over at him, sitting in the seat next to her. He looked fantastic. He really was pretty. "Well, what do you think? Did you enjoy yourself?"

He answered without giving it a thought. Turning to Cathy, smiling, he said, "Yes, very much." He thought about what he said after he said it. He was annoyed with himself, he really had enjoyed it after he got over his initial fear. Actually, it was the right thing to tell them, to keep up the facade and build their trust. "I've never been treated like that in my life. It was wonderful." He decided he better stop bubbling over like he was. He was going a little too far.

"I can't get over how beautiful you look." Kim said from the back seat.

Brian turned to her with a real look of appreciation. When he stopped to think about what that meant, the look of delight faded and he simply said, "Thanks, you both look great too." They really did.

"Where are we going now, Cathy?" Brian asked her.

Cathy kept her eyes on the road. "I couldn't help noticing how nice that teddy looked on you last night and I thought you'd like to have a couple of your own. There's a store near Mary's shop that has some really nice things." Cathy was really surprised how he was coming along. She knew that he really was enjoying himself, despite himself. He had caught him a number of times, when he thought no one was looking, admiring the way he looked. She also couldn't help but notice how his attitude changed after they'd been there a while. He genuinely enjoyed himself and the way he looked now. There was no question in her mind.

It was a very small, specialty store, that sold only lingerie. Brian felt very uncomfortable when the young salesgirl came up to try to help them. She was very pretty and that made Brian feel all the more awkward. He could just imagine how he would feel if she discovered what he really was. Cathy assured the girl that they didn't need help and she left them. Brian was relieved when she left to help someone else.

Kim and Cathy started picking through the racks. They picked out several things for him to try on. "Let's see how they look on you Christy." Kim couldn't wait to see him in them.

Brian reluctantly went into the dressing room with their selections. He slid out of his clothes.

He was getting used to them. He wondered if there was something wrong with him.

He tried on the black teddy first but when he tried to fasten it, it was too small. He called out to Kim and Cathy. "Can you see if there is one of the black ones a size larger?" Cathy came in a moment later and handed it to him. He was standing naked in the open booth. He was thankful that the rest of the dressing room booths were empty. He was a little embarrassed when she saw him in just his stockings and panties.

Cathy saw his reaction. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Women aren't paranoid the way men are about their modesty. We see each other naked all the time. Relax and get used to it Christy."

Brian had no intention of getting used to any of it.

That one fit and Cathy told him to go out and show Kim. She was waiting to pass judgment.

The dressing room may have been empty but the store wasn't. There were several women and a man in the store. He was browsing near the front of the store. Brian saw the women and turned to run back inside. Cathy blocked the door and wouldn't let him get by. After he thought about what Cathy had just said to him inside, he turned and looked at the women shoppers, they hardly paid him any attention.

The man was another story. The salesgirl had been helping him pick out something for his wife but he stopped paying attention to her when he saw the girl in the teddy. He just stared at the pretty, well endowed girl in the sexy underwear.

Brian finally noticed him and he turned bright red as he rushed back inside, forcing his way past Cathy.

Cathy and Kim got a kick out of his reaction to being seen that way by a man. They went in back to console him.

"Just try this last one on for us Christy and then we'll go." It was the one Cathy wanted for him. It was a white strapless torsolette with lace panels. It was designed to accentuate a girls curves. The accompanying string bikinis and sheer, back seamed, stockings she hung on to for later. They'd fit him fine and they didn't want to make him any more nervous than he already was.

Brian called them in when he had it on. He wasn't going back out there until he had his clothes on. It was disheartening to him, he had thought of the skirt and sweater as 'his' clothes.

Both Kim and Cathy liked it on him. So did he but he wouldn't show them that. "It's ok."

Was all he said. Cathy knew better. She paid for the things while Brian got dressed.

They walked down the street and dropped in on Mary. She couldn't believe how fantastic Brian looked when he walked into the shop in front of the others.

Brian gave himself away when she fussed over him. They all knew he loved the complements by the way he reacted. He beamed. He did try to play it down when he realized they were watching him.

Kim took 'Christy' off, down an isle, to look at clothes. He didn't argue, he went willingly. He had said too much and he knew it.

Mary waited until they were out of earshot. "Debbie is just going to adore him. I can't wait for her to see him."

"Oh, I know. Can you believe the difference the hair and the personalized makeup made. He looks absolutely stunning. He'll be a real hit at the party later." Cathy was impatient to get going. "How soon are you going to close up?"

"Well, since the shop's been empty for the past hour and it's only a half hour to closing, how about now. I'll drive home with the three of you." Mary was getting anxious about tonight too.

"Great," said Cathy. "I'll give you a hand closing up." Cathy really loved her. They had been lovers for almost four years and they felt the same way about each other today as they did when they first fell in love.

Kim was like a little sister to them. She had only come out of the closet a year ago and she relied on them a lot. If it wasn't for her, they wouldn't be able to keep the big apartment.

That was odd, Cathy thought to herself. She was almost positive she had locked both locks.

At least the one was secure. She threw the door open and they all walked in.

"Christy, why didn't you put your new things in your room then you can start dinner. Kim, will you help her?" Cathy knew she would.

"Sure, glad too. I'll be right out Christy, as soon as I go to the bathroom." Kim called after him.

Brian put the package down on the end of the bed and turned around and headed for the kitchen. He gave them no argument about helping. They were beginning to trust him.

Mary had gone into the kitchen and poured them each a glass of wine. Cathy made sure she knew which one was Brian's. It had his Valium in it. Cathy was sure the little pills had a lot to do with his attitude and she didn't want that to change.

"Here Christy." She handed him his glass as he walked in. They already had there's.

"Thanks Cathy. I had a wonderful day, thanks." It was not just part of his ploy to convince them he was coming around but it didn't hurt to let them hear it.

Cathy and Mary raised they glasses to him. Mary wished she could have gone along. "I'm jealous Christy. You all look so beautiful. I wish I could have gone too."

"Where's mine?" Kim wanted to know as she walked into the kitchen.

"Here Kim." Brian handed her the last glass.

Kim thought to herself, he was becoming quite pleasant to have around. "Thanks Christy."

Mary continued, "At least I get to go to the cocktail party tonight." She was really looking forward to it.

"Cocktail party?" Brian had turned and was looking at Mary. Now what did they have planned for him, he wondered?

Mary was a little surprised. "Didn't you tell Christy about it." She asked Kim and Cathy.

"Well, It was going to be a surprise but this is as good a time as any." Cathy turned to Brian.

"Once a month, a rather affluent friend of ours throws a party. It's always very lavish. Tonight's the night, and we thought you'd enjoy it."

Kim was excited about it. It was usually quite an affair. Debbie combined business with pleasure. She was an art dealer and not only were clients and artists invited but also a number of her close friends from the Gay and Lesbian community. They would see friends that they otherwise wouldn't get to see very often.

Brian was suddenly a very nervous and apparently, it showed.

Mary reassured him, "Don't worry Christy, you'll be fine. It's just a lot of really nice people.

You'll fit in perfectly. It'll be fun." Even more for them.

"We need to get dinner started." Cathy reminded Brian and Kim.

Kim had changed. Brian was still in the skirt and sweater. "I better go and change too. I don't want to get anything on these. Can I borrow a robe from someone?"

"I'll get you one. Go ahead and get undressed." Mary went off to her room and Brian went to his. It didn't bother him that the door was open. He was only taking off the sweater, skirt and stockings. After his experience today, walking around in underwear was nothing.

He needed to go to the bathroom.

This wasn't right. From the large closet in the living room they heard everything. The girls thought they were alone, they should have dropped the farce already.

The girl had walked past the louvered closet doors three times now in the twenty minutes since they came in. She looked a lot different than when they had left this morning. Pete was having a real problem now. She looked too feminine to be anything but what she appeared to be. The voice wasn't what he had expected either. She sounded like a girl.

She had gone to the bedroom to change and now she was in the bathroom. One of the other girls passed them, heading for the same bathroom. She was carrying the robe that the girl, Christy, had asked for. She came back past them a moment later, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

"Here Christy" Mary opened the door a crack and handed him the robe.

"Thanks Mary. I'll be right out." He finished and grabbed the robe. He hurried toward the kitchen, putting on the robe as he went.

He heard the girl come out of the bathroom and head in his direction. He was shocked at what he saw. She came toward the kitchen with the short robe only partially on and floating behind her as she hurried. It wasn't padding that filled the lacy bra and the scanty little panties held no surprises. How could he be so wrong. She was exactly what she appeared to be.

Doug hadn't missed seeing the girl either. "What a set." Was his comment as she passed.

"What do we do now?" He asked his partner.

Pete debated a moment. They could hide there until the girls left for their party. He didn't know how long that would be. It was around six and they were going to make dinner and eat. Then they would get ready to go out. As long as girls took to get ready for a party, it could be two or three hours.

They could try to sneak out, but the way that heavy door was made, it didn't open quietly, he was sure they would be discovered.

There was one other thought that he was sure Doug would go along with willingly. "Want to have a little fun?" He asked Doug, still whispering.

Doug's eyes lit up. "Sure." He knew what Pete meant.

Brian was at the stove, stirring the tomato sauce. The pasta was almost ready as he picked out a string and tested it. Kim was cutting up the ingredients for a salad, at the counter behind him. Cathy, at the kitchen table, sipped her second glass of wine and contemplated their evening. Since the others were just about ready to go Mary had gone to get herself ready.

Kim spotted him first, as Pete entered the kitchen.

Brian and Cathy were startled by Kim's scream.

"Good evening ladies." Pete said with a smile at the little domestic scene. His knife was in plane view in his hand.

Brian recognized him instantly. He froze.

Pete finally got a good look at the girl. She could have been the kid's twin sister.

Cathy collected her wits quickly. "Who are you? What do you want here?"

"I just stopped by for a little fun." He moved toward Kim. She was the only one who might pose a threat. She had a knife in her hand.

Kim was too scared to move and when he put his hand over hers, she released the knife. The man threw it to the far end of the room. Kim had left her zapper in the bedroom when she changed and put on her robe. She could only stand there, helpless.

Cathy had her's in her pocket but both her hands were on the table. She wasn't sure what the man's reaction would be if she went for it. He was standing only three or four feet away from her and he was watching her. She decided to wait until he turned away for a moment.

Pete could tell by her tone of voice that she was the strong one of the group and if trouble came from anywhere, it would come from the blond.

Brian had turned back to the stove. He was dead. He was sure of it. The guy had recognized him last night at the bar. Should he just stand there and wait for him to slit his throat?

"No!" It took less than a second to grab the handle of the pasta pot and throw it.

Pete turned at the scream. The boiling water caught him full in the face. The heavy glass pot hit him in the chest.

Cathy was out of her seat in a flash. The zapper, turned up full, knocked him to the ground, unconscious.

Kim, frightened out of her wits, had retreated to the far end of the narrow kitchen. It was only when she heard Mary screaming that she snapped out of it.

There was, at least, one more of them in the apartment.

Cathy, zapper in hand, ran out of the kitchen and Kim followed. Kim went to her room for her zapper. Brian picked up the pot and started to follow Cathy to her room, to help Mary.

For just a second he looked at the front door. It was the perfect chance to escape. He might look a little strange out on the street. A girl dressed in just a robe yelling 'Rape'. He could get away with that, as embarrassing as it might be for him, then slip away when a crowd formed outside the door. He could ask someone for a coat to cover up.

There was still the problem about money. Cathy's purse was in the bedroom. Mary had taken it in there for her after she drank her wine. He had no choice, he had to try to help them.

The whole thought only took a second, he hardly broke stride. Cathy got there first. Brian was only two steps behind.

When they heard the commotion in the kitchen Doug was distracted and his hand, over her mouth, was knocked away by the girl. She screamed. Doug heard them coming and was ready. He had both of Mary's hands in one of his big paws. A large knife was in the other.

Cathy, just inside the door, stopped short when she saw the knife. She moved to her right, to the far side of the bed from the man and Mary. Brian stopped in the doorway, he saw the knife too.

Cathy was afraid for Mary. She was helpless in his grip and he didn't even seem to be bothered that she was kicking him.

Brian moved to his left. The room was big enough that he was able to keep almost ten feet between them. He stopped when the man and Mary were directly between him and Cathy.

Kim was now standing in the bedroom door with her device in her hand. She had reset it to the highest wattage.

He was surrounded on three sides. The wall was at his back. He recognized the zappers in the two girls' hands. He knew what they could do to him. The third had a heavy pot that could hurt almost as badly. But he had his knife.

Mary squirmed with all her might. If she could only get one hand loose. Her purse was right next to her on the nightstand. Inside, only inches away, was her zapper. She struggled but couldn't break his grip.

It was a stalemate. Cathy knew she or Kim would have to come within reach of the knife in order to knock him out. Brian was there too but she didn't think she could count on him to help. She was surprised that he even followed her into the bedroom. What if he was willing to help save Mary. All he had was the pot. If he got close enough to swing it the big man would surely cut him. Was she wrong about his sincerity?

Kim didn't know what to do. She didn't feel brave at all.

"Kim, go back to the kitchen and watch the other one." Cathy was worried he might come around soon and Kim was too timid to be of any help here.

Doug wouldn't be able to hang onto the girl's wrists much longer. His hands were sweaty and she was struggling to get free. He knew something would have to happen soon.

Brian watched for his chance. The man turned back to Cathy for a second. He swung the pot up from his side and let go. He was aiming for his head but the handle was slippery and it came out of his hand too soon. It hit the guy's elbow. They all heard the crack as a bone broke. The knife dropped from his hand onto the bed.

Cathy jumped toward him, onto the bed. She caught his other arm when he let go of Mary to reach for the knife with his good arm. Cathy connected, he flew back and landed on the floor. He laid there, convulsing.

Cathy and Mary grabbed and hugged each other. Brian just stood there and watched them. He hadn't moved since he threw the pot. After a moment, still holding Mary, she looked at him over Mary's shoulder. He looked badly shaken. She didn't know if it was what had just happened to all of them or if it was that combined with the double dose of valium they had given him only a little while ago. "Come here Christy." Cathy held out her hand to him. He had done something brave and completely unselfish and he looked like he needed a hug.

Adrenalin had given him enough of a high to overcome the drug but that had passed. He felt limp and calm now. The look on Cathy's and Mary's faces was welcome. His spirits raised, he joined them on the bed for a moment. It was over quickly. They had things to do.

Cathy gave the orders, as usual. "Mary, get some cord from the kitchen and tie him up before he recovers. Do a good job." She turned to Brian. "Christy, go help Kim tie the other one up."

She stayed to watch the one in the bedroom until Mary finished. Then they dragged him into the living room. Kim and Brian took care of the other one and brought him out there too. They were both still unconscious

Brian looked down on Pete. "He's the one who tried to kill me on the street." It seemed like a long time ago.

"Well girl, it looks like you got the upper hand." Mary remarked. Why did he look so disturbed. "What's wrong Christy?"

"It's not over. He came here to kill me, he'll try again." He stared at the floor, fear and depression weighed heavily on him.

"Not if he's in prison for attempted rape." Cathy told him. "I don't think he knew who you used to be. He didn't act like that's what he was here for."

Kim offered her opinion. "He didn't come for you, he came for us, all of us."

"Just in case we're wrong, we have a friend who will help to hide you. Don't worry Christy."

Mary's original idea was still the best for him.

In his state of mind, he could only agree.

The police took only an hour. Each of the girls were questioned and their stories were all the same. If a rape had, in fact, taken place they would have been there much longer. The men were gone and they had a party go get ready for. No one was hungry any more. There would be time enough for food, later, at the party.

They got themselves ready, then they all helped Brian. His hair and makeup only need minor repair. Mary brought him the white strapless party dress she had picked out at the shop. The taffeta bodice was accented at the waist with a bow. The double tiered lace skirt flared at the knees.

Cathy told him to put on the white torsolette they had bought earlier. He was a little surprised and uncomfortable about the string bikinis and the stockings that were held by the garters from the torsolette. It took the girls a lot of reassuring to get him into the dress and white heals. Kim added the finishing touches. They were imitations, of course, but the gold drop earrings and matching necklace finished 'Christy' off beautifully.

They got a thrill as they watched him study himself in the big mirror in Cathy and Mary's room. He didn't have to say anything as he looked at himself from all angles, the expression on his face said it all for them. He couldn't hide his delight from them, about the way he looked.

He was really mixed up. He knew he looked great and a part of him liked it. The other part was stronger. More than ever, he knew he had to get away, and soon.

They didn't give him too much time to think. It was nine thirty and they were running late.

Debbie was expecting them, all of them.

The spacious art gallery was full of beautiful people, all dressed for the occasion. The men in expensive suits and the women all competing with each other, each trying to look more glamorous that the next.

Cathy, Mary, Kim and Brian were as well dress as any of the women there. Cathy chose a black strapless satin dress that hugged her slender figure. Mary looked regal in a purple lace, off the shoulder gown with a hem that draped low in back and a sequined bow at her waist. Kim looked fantastic in red. Like Cathy's, her gown was body hugging. Its focal points were the delicate bodice held by spaghetti straps and a high slit to her lower thigh.

One after the other, their friends came up to greet them. Each time they took great pleasure in introducing 'Christy', their new friend. Brian was quickly accepted by their lesbian friends. They assumed she was one of their lovers. The were delighted, no one seemed to guess their secret.

Brian was not as nervous as he thought he'd be.

The waitresses, in their little white cocktail outfits, skittered around between the guests bringing them drinks and little plates of appetizers.

Brian was strangely calm about being in these surroundings. He was almost placid as he met their friends. He stood with them and smiled, as they exchanged pleasantries. His little white clutch bag in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

The girls knew that the wine was working with the Valium. Hardly anything would have bothered him tonight.

They spotted Debbie, finally. She was the center of attention for a small group of men and women, talking business.

The tall redhead spotted them at about the same moment and waved from across the room. She put her arms up at her side, palms up, as if asking a question. Mary understood. She turned to Brian and drew him to her side. Mary looked back to her friend. Debbie put her fingers to her mouth. She was more than a little surprised at the pretty little thing they had brought with them.

Brian saw none of the exchange. Cathy and Kim did.

They mingled with their friends, protecting 'Christy' from most of the embarrassing questions.

Brian had sufficient presence of mind to answer the rest convincingly enough.

As the hour grew late, the crowd thinned. The last of Debbie's business associates and clients left around midnight. She was finally able to spend some time with her friends and their guest.

Brian was impressed by the tall, majestic looking woman, as she approached them. She was tall, at least 5'11", and towered over him by at least five inches. The stylish black satin jumpsuit gave her an air of authority as did the way she carried herself with her head held high. She carried a thin black cane with a carved gold hilt. It was odd, he thought, she didn't limp.

"It's so good to see you all. Don't you look elegant tonight." She gave each a polite embrace. She came to Brian last. "Mary, aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend." She didn't wait and extended her hand to Brian.

"This is the girl I told you about, this is Christy." Mary and the others watched with anticipation.

Brian took her hand and, with what he thought was the appropriate style, he shook her hand.

He looked into her eyes, they were piercing.

"It's so nice to meet you Christy. We're going to be seeing a great deal of each other. You are quite lovely my dear." He was everything Mary had told her he was.

In the high nasal voice he had practiced for two days, he returned her greeting. "It's very nice to meet you too." As to the rest, he had no intention of hanging around to get to know her better.

The waitresses were busy cleaning up. When Debbie raised her hand, a couple of them dropped what they were doing and rushed to her side. With eyes lowered, they awaited her instructions.

"Magen, bring the ladies another glass of wine." One of the girls rushed off to do her bidding.

Debbie turned to Christy. "Dear, perhaps you would like to use the powder room. Beverly will show you the way."

It was not a question, it was more of a command and Brian felt compelled to do as she asked.

He really could use the toilet anyway. "Thank you." The blonde waitress led him away.

Debbie watched him as he walked off. Turning back to the girls she said, "You've done a wonderful job with him already."

Mary and Cathy were pleased with the complement. "The circumstances were rather unusual. It was in his own best interest to cooperate with us." Cathy knew he would not be the same otherwise.

"Have you started him on hormones yet?" It would be absolutely necessary, of course, Debbie knew that.

Mary almost felt ashamed that she hadn't. "They are not easy to come by."

"No matter. I will see to it. Christy is already very shapely but he'll need them to retain his new figure permanently." Debbie had access to all she'd need for him.

The waitress returned with the wine. Not once did she raise her eyes to meet any of theirs.

"That will be all Magen. Please leave us now and resume your duties." The domineering woman dismissed her.

The girls were always amazed at how she treated her girls and how they obeyed her. "Did you ever have one that didn't bend to your will." Cathy asked.

Debbie smiled. "Never, they all submit eventually. Some just take a little longer than others but those are the ones that usually turn out the best." Now she was ready to discuss the business at hand. "Mary has told me that you would like my help."

"Very much." They told her.

"Well Mary, because you've been such a good friend. I will be happy to do it for you."

Debbie liked them all but she and Mary had been friends, and more, for years. She would have been angry about loosing her to Cathy if she didn't like Cathy so much. Cathy was very strong willed and she liked that about her.

"It will take a few months to completely feminize him and maybe longer to make him subservient like my other 'girls'.

"What about the cover Kim put on him?" Mary asked. "Shouldn't that come off?"

"We can wait a little while for that. I'd like to give the estrogen time to work first. It will take a little while for his male organs to shrivel up and become useless. Then we'll uncover them and permanently stop the male hormones output by removing his testicles. But that's later. First we'll completely feminize him and then teach him to be absolutely submissive." Debbie had always been successful. Her 'waitresses' were living proof of that.

"We can wait, Debbie. Christy's so sweet already but when your done I know he'll make a perfect maid in waiting." That was all Kim wanted.

"Christy, as a maid will be nice, but Mary and I want more than that. We want him to see to our every need." Cathy was not as patient.

"Don't worry, when I send Christy back to you he'll be everything you wanted and more."

What they wanted was child's play for her.

They watched "Christy' as he walked toward them, returning from the powder room, with Beverly two steps behind.

"Did you want to leave him with me tonight?" Debbie asked.

"Oh yes, the sooner you can start the better." Mary replied.

Brian walked up as the finished their conversation. Debbie, with the flick of a finger, dismissed the blond boy who had escorted him to the bathroom.

He wondered what they had talked about while he was gone. He stood next to Kim.

Debbie called two of the other waitresses to her. "Christy is going to be staying with us for a while. Please take her to the 'white room'."

The two were a little surprised. They had thought she was really a woman. If their Mistress wanted them to take her to that room, than they obviously were wrong. He would make a nice addition to their group. He was already very pretty.

Brian assumed that this was where they were going to hide him for a while. This looked like an easy enough place to escape from.

"Goodbye Christy." Kim hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "It won't be long before we see each other again."

It would if he had any thing to day about it.

Mary was next to say goodbye. "Now, you do everything Debbie tells you, like a good girl."

Was that sarcasm in her voice, certainly. He wondered, what was that supposed to mean? It didn't matter.

Cathy came to him last. "I just can't wait until you're back with us again Christy." She gave him a hug.

He was almost free of their foolishness. Tomorrow he would walk out of here and go back home to Ohio.

As the girls escorted him up the wrought iron staircase, Debbie called after his escorts. "Help Christy to prepare for me. I'll be up to see to her in a half hour."

Brian didn't understand. Was she just trying to be a gracious hostess?

They opened the door at the top of the stairs. It locked automatically when it closed, as did all the other doors in her 'house'.

The white room was just what it sounded like. All the furniture and walls were white.

"Mistress wants you to undress and have a bath." Said the long haired blonde, meekly.

Why?, he thought to himself. He didn't need one. Brian thought better of it. He only had the one night to spend here, he would leave tomorrow. He was sure he could find the things he'd need here. He'd steal a change of clothes and some money.

He went into the bathroom and undressed. He was surprised when the brunette came in and collected his clothes while he was soaking in the huge sunken tub.

"I'm just going to put them away for you." The girl explained.

The thought of being waited on by these girls while he was here would be pleasant enough.

Let them take his things and put them away.

He enjoyed the bath. The tub was huge and very comfortable, he almost fell asleep in it. He didn't care for the soap, it was perfumed and he reeked of it when he finished and dried off. He wrapped the towel around himself and went back in the bedroom, expecting to find it empty. The girls were standing by the bed, waiting for him.

On the bed lay an old fashion white corset. The kind that laced up the back. In the movies, a black maid would be tugging on the laces while she held a foot to her mistress' back. They wore them to make their waist slender and their breasts bulge. Next to it was a short gauze skirt. He became a little concerned. "Who's that for?" He asked the blonde.

"Well, for you of course, Christy."

"I'm not going to wear that." There was no way. "Please ask your employer to come up here. Apparently we have a misunderstanding."

"But all Mistress' girls wear them." The brunette tried to explain. Didn't he know?

"Why do you call her Mistress? Her name is Debbie."

The two looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "You'll need to be careful how you talk her. Mistress gets very angry if you don't address her properly."

"I don't understand. Don't you just work for her." What was the arrangement between them?

They looked at each other and smiled. "We don't 'work' for our mistress. We do whatever she asks of us because we love her and she takes care of us."

This didn't make sense. These girls, and he assumed the others downstairs too, do whatever she tells them to and she doesn't pay them? "What do you mean she takes care of you?"

"Mistress took each of us in when we were lost and confused. She showed us that we were bad and unclean and taught each of us to be decent, obedient and responsive. Our Mistress took great pains to reshape our minds and bodies. All our lives are much more fulfilled now. Your's will be too, once our Mistress shows you how satisfying it is to be in her service."

It was some kind of cult. What had he gotten himself into. These girls were completely brainwashed. They were nothing more than slaves to that woman.

"You girls are out of you're minds. I'm not staying here."

"We were just like you in the beginning. You'll come to accept her, too."

"You don't understand. I'm not a woman, I'm a man. I've had to pretend to be a woman and wear woman's clothes to hide from some people who were trying to kill me."

"You won't have to pretend any more Christy. You're one of her girls now, just like we are." With a smile, they raised their little skirts with one hand while with the other, pulled down their panties, just enough to show Christy.

Brian was dumbfounded. The 'girls' both had little shrunken penises but their testicles had been removed. They were men, or rather, they used to be.

"We were almost all like you when we were brought here. Mistress will make you over too. You'll come to love her and want to serve her and all women, as we do. Now you really must prepare for her. Let us help you into your new things." They took a few steps toward him. Not menacingly, they just wanted to help him get dressed.

Brian felt sick. They wanted to do that to him? He had to get away, now. He didn't care that he only had a towel to wear, he went for the door. It was locked. He looked around the room for another way out. He ran to the side of the bed and pulled the drape aside. There should have been a window there. There was only a blank wall.

The two 'girls' just watched. "Mistress will be angry if you're not ready for her when she comes. Please let us help you."

"Not a chance." He was panicking now. He was sure there would be a window in the bathroom. He started around the bed, past the two pretty boys. They disgusted him. He stopped in his tracks at the foot of the bed when the door suddenly opened.

The tall redhead stood there looking at him. "Christy, you're not dressed yet." She turned to her 'girls'. "Why haven't you gotten him ready for me?" She was obviously annoyed at them.

The instant the door opened their eyes went down. "He would not put on his new things for you mistress." The brunette answered, terrified that they'd be punished for his misbehavior.

Debbie turned back to Brian.

He was not afraid of her, he told himself. "I have no intention of putting that on. Give me my clothes back, I'm leaving."

The two 'girls' cringed.

"You have a great deal to learn Christy. First of which is that you do not speak unless I ask you to." She took a step toward Brian and raised her cane to his arm.

Brian's arm quivered like jelly. The cane was a zapper. It hurt, but not enough to daunt him.

"I demand...."

She raised the cane again. "The next thing to learn is never to look into my eyes. Or any woman's, ever again. We are your betters and you will learn to be respectful of your betters."

His chest took the next jolt. She had turned up the voltage. It knocked him back. He was sitting on the end of the bed and his heart was beating a mile a minute.

"You will address me as Mistress when I speak to you. Do you understand?"

He did not look up. "Yes, but..." It was even worse that time. Even though the room wascool, he was sweating. The pain in his chest was excruciating. "Yes Mistress."

"That's much better Christy. Now Lisa and Gale are going to help you get into your new things and you are going to cooperate with them." She stood over him. She was accustomed to obedience.

Brian raised his eyes to her. "But...."

Brian was escorted to breakfast in the morning. He was seated at the large table. Each of the ten or so 'girls' wore a corset and skirt similar to his. He could hardly eat, the corset was so tight around his slender waist. No one spoke or raised their eyes at the table. They each picked up their individual pill cup and took their daily dose of hormones. All but 'Christy', took theirs willingly. He had trouble getting it down, but he managed.

Debbie, at the head of the table, her cane leaning against the table at her side, introduced their newest guest. "Girls, I'd like you all to meet Christy. She'll be joining your sisterhood and she'll need all the help you can give her. Make her welcome and help her transition to be an easy one." It was a command.

In unison, they replied, "Yes, Mistress."

 

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