Re-Structuring

by Steffani St. James

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The severe-looking but sexy woman in black latex identified herself as "Lady Donna Latex" and made sure we each stripped in the privacy of a dressing room decorated in an utterly feminine and almost "sissy" style. Krystal and I finished undressing first. Our lady in latex grinned as she inspected our smooth bodies and our private parts.

"You two sissies will soon see THOSE things go!", she exclaimed, pointing to our privates, "but for now, I'll make sure that they remain invisible and out of the way. Put these on!", she barked.

Donna handed us each a teensy wet-looking black thong made of very firm but stretchy rubber. I wriggled into mine but before I could pull it securely into my crotch, the latex-clad Domina grabbed at my testicles and shoved those tender orbs into my body cavity. I screamed with pain and as soon as she'd finished doing that, she pulled my penis almost into the rear crack between my derriere cheeks and then tugged the thong tightly into my groin. What little that remained of my male sex was GONE! Then she did Krystal the same way.

"The rest of you girls, do what I did. Have one of your pretty girly friends help you and be quick about this. I haven't got all day and I will punish any laggards."

The others quickly followed suit and in no time, we six girly sissies were all looking quite like young females, our "pussies" smooth and flat under shiny, tight black rubber. Domina Donna explained that we needed to wear a garment like this to give us a fully female appearance, for now, and it must be black to match the rest of our outfits.

Then, as she handed out additional costumes, I realized why we needed to be restrained so severely. The outfits were all made of shiny black latex, skin-tight once on our bodies and easily able to reveal anything, especially what none of us wanted to be revealed! The costumes were "footed', like pantyhose, zippered at the back and with very high, tightly-fitting collars. All of us struggled to wriggle into them. Mine was lightly powdered with talc inside and went on more easily. With my latex "catsuit" on, the Mistress had me sit on a stool and she carefully powdered my face after pulling a wig cap over my hair and tucking any loose strands under the cap. With my face now a very pale shade, she brought out a hood of matching black latex. It had large openings for my eyes and mouth. She pulled it into place, lining up the mouth and eye holes. Then she made up my eyes with vivid eye shadow, black eye liner and mascara. My lips and mouth were made to appear larger and they too, were coated with a brilliant red creamy lipstick. Stiletto pumps were fitted to my feet; they had six inch spike heels, were of shiny black patent leather and completed my sexy look. Soon, all six of us were dressed alike. Then the Mistress decided who would be the "boy" and the rest would be "girls". Krystal won the male role. To be a male meant that the one chosen would need a large phallus. The Mistress strapped Krystal into a huge, shiny black penis that had to measure 10" long!

The enormous dildo bobbed and jiggled with every step Krystal tried to take. If I wasn't so scared of what would happen next, I would have been laughing out loud at the sight of Krystal with the huge dong. But I knew that what might happen next was no laughing matter.

The Mistress suddenly took my hand and led me over so I stood, face to face with Krystal. Then she pushed me to my knees.

"Girls, these two cute sissies are in love. The one who is kneeling, well I caught her ogling this other one's penis. I guess she's hungry. So, I'm making her give her partner here, a luscious, wet, slimy, sexy blow-job. Right, Stephanie? You're gonna blow Krystal really good, right? Do it slut!"

I pursed my lips, formed as big a letter "O" as I could, and began fitting my mouth over the immense dildo head. The more I drooled, the slipperier the dildo got. Soon, I was bobbing up and down on the thing, forcing it almost to the back of my throat! I was actually "deep-throating" Krystal's strap-on…..and I was enjoying it. My own pathetic male part was trapped in latex itself and couldn't become erect or get thicker. So it just stayed there, between my legs, aching for release. That soon came when Krystal thrust into me and I sensed my flattened manhood spurt its seed. I'd "cum", more as a female than as a male. I'd been initiated into girlhood!

One by one, the others in the group underwent a similar fate. All of us eventually played the male as well as the female role, under the watchful eye of our Mistress Latex.

Then, we were made to strut, thrusting our pubis's forward and showing off our girlish inclinations while another of us thrust the strap-on into the stretched out mouth of the one in the femme role. One by one, we were all thoroughly taken and began to think, feel and act as females. As for me, I love the sensations that filled my mouth as Krystal's latex dong filled my mouth. I lavished it with sexy licks, nibbles, kisses and tonguing. The Mistress watched intently as we each did our best to make the other one cum.

After almost three hours of wet, sloppy oral sex with the latex dildo and our own sexy, girly mouths, Domina Donna explained that she was next going to choose the best of both sides of us, male and female, and THAT couple would perform the next step in our female transition……one would offer up her virgin derriere to the other! She chose Krystal as the best "boy" and me…..as the best "girl"!

Donna reached behind and under me and undid the hidden zipper there that allowed an opening to exist for entry to my round derriere. Then, she strapped a fresh black dildo to Krystal's pubis and watched as Krystal applied a liberal dollop of KY jelly to it.

"Okay, sissy Stephanie….it's time to bend over and let sissy Krystal slip her 'toy' into you."

I bent over a chair and felt Krystal pushing more KY into my rosebud; then, I felt the tip of that huge phallus pressing against my nether opening. Donna counted and on "three", Krystal thrust the dildo into me. I screamed as a wave of discomfort, no PAIN, struck me! I was impaled on the slippery thing as Krystal was urged to begin pounding into me. In short order, the intense pain turned to waves of pleasure as my derriere was repeatedly filled and emptied of its burden. I panted and began begging for more. The other four sissy girls watched in awe as I played the role of "cum-slut" so willingly and capably. I'd been fully integrated into womanhood and knew then, there would be no turning back. Even such minimal training had already pushed me over the top.

Domina Donna then instructed us to all strip and shower and slip into cute pink satin sissy panties with ruffled behinds and matching pink satin soft-cup bras. We all giggled like the girls we were becoming and obeyed. As we strolled back into the room, it was obvious that Krystal and I had become the best of girlfriends. And I was definitely the girl to her "boy".

"All right, girls. Stephanie has shown all of you how to be a sexy girl. Her reward is that tomorrow, she'll be the first to get her breast implants and begin hormone therapy. You will ALL follow that path but she will be first. By the way, Stephanie, your boobs will be huge! Your boss insisted that you be given nice 44D's and that will be done. You will be her 'bimbo' secretary. You other girls may or may not be chosen to be bimbo girls. But Stephanie…..well she IS a bimbo anyway! Now, all of you off to your bedrooms and dress for dinner. Stephanie, you'll follow me!"

I dutifully fell into step behind Donna, mincing in my heels and wiggling my tush. We entered the main office where Ms. Crawford sat waiting for me.

"Ah, Stephanie; it's so nice to see you again. Ms. Donna has told me that you're proceeding perfectly. And now we're at the point where we shall begin making some real changes for you. I have booked an appointment for you at the transgender clinic in Boston. Tomorrow, you'll check in there and those lovely folks will help you begin your real life adventure as a female. I see here that you'll get your implants, have your hips filled out and rounded and also get a tracheal shave and voice box modification. You'll be so pleased afterwards, at your new squeaky girly voice and the wonderful top-heaviness of your bosom and the firming of your hips. Ms. Donna, have Steffani's things brought round to the front. I have two of our aides ready to accompany our newest 'bimbo' to the clinic. And Stephanie, I can hardly wait to see the results of this, your first true step to becoming a female."

With that, Ms. Crawford sort of dismissed me. Minutes later, Donna appeared with a suitcase and escorted me to a waiting vehicle, one decked out as an ambulance. I wanted to run, to get away, but whatever they had been feeding me seemed to take over and make me submissive and meek. I was led into the station wagon like a sheep heading to slaughter.

 

The ride took almost two hours and the ambulance pulled into a rear entrance. Two white-coated orderlies took my arms and led me inside. I was taken to a third floor room and stripped and placed into a bed. My arms and legs were secured to the rails. I was given a sleeping pill and a shot to relax me. After those doses, I drifted off, oblivious to everything.

I remembered being wheeled from the room the next morning. Then, my senses went black.

I awoke sometime during that evening. There was discomfort all over my body. When I tried to look down toward my feet, my view was totally blocked. For a minute, I couldn't figure out why; then, it hit me – I had boobs! I had huge boobs! I began to sob, tears filling my eyes. My throat was sore so I couldn't speak and I couldn't roll over either.

A nurse entered and asked me if I needed anything.

"Oh, that's right – you can't speak yet. Sorry; just rest for now. Tomorrow will be better."

I nodded and wiped my eyes, fully realizing that my new life had truly begun. Then, I slept.

The next 24 hours passed swiftly and when I awoke, the pain seemed less. An aide came into the room with an armload of clothing.

"Miss Stephanie, I'm here to help you get dressed this morning. After breakfast, you have a meeting scheduled with the Director of Gender Transition. She wants to see you in your new 'bimbo' attire."

The aide helped me from my bed and watched as I slid my white cotton hospital panties down to me ankles. My derriere was still sore but one glance into the mirror showed me it was now very full and very round.

"Pull THIS on", the aide ordered. "It's a special panty girdle and will help you by modifying the discomfort while shaping you properly."

The girdle did just as she said it would. Once I'd wiggled into it, I felt much better and the effect – I looked really curvy! The crotch flattened what little I had left in my groin and the satin and elastic panels made my hips look even more feminine. Then, the aide helped me into a lace and satin brassiere. I was amazed at the size of my new breasts! The aide told me I now was the proud owner of a gorgeous set of 44DD's! The cups barely contained my new mammaries, their milky top-sides spilling over the satiny lace and nylon. Taking in the entire effect, I saw my figure as slender in the waist, full and round in the hips and atrociously large in the bust.

 

The aide next helped me roll a pair of sheer, nude-hued nylon stockings on each leg and watched as I straightened the seams and attached the welts to the garters which were hidden by the elasticized cuffs of each leg opening of my girdle. Satisfied that my nylons were put on properly, the aide handed me a lacy, satin camisole and a matching petti-slip. She watched as I wiggled into the slip and pulled the cami over my head and smoothed it down my curvaceous figure. Next, she handed me a luscious satin blouse in a shade of ecru beige. I slid my arms into the long sleeves and the aide buttoned the garment up my back while I secured the pearl buttons at my wrists. A tight, tan leather mini-skirt followed. I wriggled into the smooth, supple bottom and the aide zipped the back zipper and I felt the material tighten around my new curves. She pushed a pair of bone colored pumps towards me and I stepped into the shoes, their heels and unbelievable 5" off the floor!

As she finished prepping me, the door opened and a white-coated woman carrying a basket of cosmetics entered, giggling and smiling at me.

"Ah, the 'bimbo' is ready I see! Good, it's time to make HER look proper!"

This woman quickly seated me on a stool and began slathering on makeup, heavy foundation and all sorts of eye and cheek colors. She also slipped huge earrings in my earlobes, a heavy necklace around my neck and several bracelets on my wrists. She topped my head with an upswept platinum hairdo that screamed 'bimbo' and sprayed me with a sickly sweet perfume. Then, she applied extra-long artificial nails to my own and coated them with shiny red enamel that looked wet all the time.

Made over and dressed, I was handed a peplum-styled jacket to wear and a huge purse to carry. The tightly fitting jacket accentuated my enormous bust while giving the observer the illusion that I had an incredibly tiny waist. And, the peplum made my hips look even wider! I knew and accepted the fact that I had truly become a sexy, bimbo secretary, ready to spend most of each day, filing and polishing my long fingernails, squeaking and chirping in an unbelievably high voice and saying little that was important to anyone.

"Now, Stephanie is a real bimbo", the two women laughed. "Wait until those chauvinistic male bosses see her. They'll be sooo wet, ogling her 'attributes' and trying to get her to suck them off in their offices."

The white-coated female added, "Or trying to take her out and bring her to their apartments or some secluded 'lovers' lane' for some quality make-out time!"

"Yes, she's definitely an over-sexed bimbo now."

And I felt exactly like that too. Each step I took forced my boobs to jiggle uncontrollably. Each step also was a wig-wag of my full derriere. And finally, when I was asked a question, my reply was in a squeaky falsetto that marked me as a dim-witted blonde. I truly had been made over into my wife's and boss' bimbo secretary. I pondered what would happen next!

  

  

  

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