Part 3: Pretty Woman

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

I woke up on Sunday morning in Lisa-Mae's bed, aroused by the faint smell of her perfume in her room. My body tingled deliciously at the touch of the bed sheets, the sensations enhanced after she and Kat had removed my body hair with wax strips and creams.

After a series of poses in bikinis for the camera, the girls went to bed together in Kat's room, and I was left to my own thoughts.

I had gained their approval cleaning their apartment while they went out shopping. In the course of this, I found Lisa-Mae's diary and discovered that despite them being in a relationship, and Kat being a lesbian, both of them really liked me. I had been invited 'closer' to them, which so far involved being given a candle-lit dinner with them, and shared use of their clothing, which wasn't quite what I was expecting. Still, if it made them happier to think of me as an 'honorary girl', who was I to complain? My hair would grow back, and I had no intention of dressing up for them all the time. It was one hell of an ice-breaker, though.

I had a raging erection (memories of seeing them standing naked before me dominated my thoughts, as did our fooling around in bikinis, pressing warm flesh against each other), but I felt it would be unwise to start masturbating. I couldn't find any tissues in Lisa-Mae's room, and I was worried I'd make an embarrassing mess. I was ready to burst.

It was about sunrise when I heard them emerge from Kat's room and knock on my door.

"Come in," I said. The door opened, and I saw them, wearing spandex tops, leggings and shorts.

"Morning, sweetie!" said Kat, "I know it's early, but there's something we're going to do, and you have to join in."

"It's a bit early, isn't it?"

"Remember, we have one last dare from the game last night," said Lisa-Mae.

Did we? I couldn't recall -we drank a lot. The game ended with my hair removal.

"I challenged Kat to go jogging this morning and she played her Ace," Lisa-Mae reminded me, "So both of us have to join her."

"Oh, god, do we have to?" I moaned.

"Yes! Come on petal, up you get!" said Kat.

"What do I wear, then?" I asked, eying their tight, shiny sports kit.

"We'll let you decide," she replied generously.

I got out of bed, clad in nothing more than the bikini briefs I had been given last night. Kat yelped in shock and turned away.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "Morning glory."

Lisa-Mae burst out laughing at my erection bulging out and guided Kat away.

"Use my dressing gown," she advised. I put it on and joined them in Kat's room.

"You have a choice - bike shorts or leggings," Kat told me.

"Don't you have anything looser?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not. The loosest things we have are t-shirts, but they're quite short and I'm not sure if pink is your colour."

"So there's nothing I could wear that's... uh, manly?" I said.

"Not really," said Lisa-Mae, "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"You went out running with us as a girl," she said.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not doing that!"

"Why not?" asked Kat, "It's first thing in the morning - there's nobody else out there to see you. And even if there is, nobody would recognise you!"

"Go on, try it out! Be brave!" said Lisa-Mae.

"I really don't know about this," I said, "I just don't think it's going to work."

"We'd make sure you looked the part," said Kat, trying to reassure me, "nobody would be able to tell!"

"Yeah, but think I've done enough of that this weekend," I said, "I've already been body-waxed! Where do we draw the line?"

"Well, you can come out with us either looking like a man wearing women's running gear, or else as a woman wearing women's running gear," said Lisa-Mae.

"What do you think is going to draw more attention?" asked Kat, "A man in a pink t-shirt, dressed like one of the girls, or a blond girl?"

I sighed, deeply unhappy at the choice I was being given.

"Fine, doll me up, then," I said.

"I think it's probably the wisest choice," Kat told me.

Once again, I was made up, had the blond wig placed on my head and false breasts glued to my (now hairless) chest.

"You can have these back," said Kat, giving me my sneakers which had, like the rest of my clothes, been kept hidden out of sight since Friday evening.

"I hope this works."

I was given a sports bra (in case the breasts flew off) before choosing black bike shorts and the pink t-shirt for the run. As I was advised during our bikini photo-shoot, I again tucked by genitals between my legs, and the girls made sure I was passably female.

"I hope this works," I muttered as we left the apartment.

"It will," said Lisa-Mae, stroking and tickling my backside as we made our way downstairs.

The deserted streets were half cast in shadow and half lit in golden, early-morning sunlight. It was cool, but not cold. The air brushed against my smooth, hairless legs, and I realised there was no turning back. I was just glad there was nobody around as I awkwardly copied the stretches and flexing of Kat and Lisa-Mae's warm-up. I rather enjoyed the tight pressure from the shorts and sports bra, but naturally kept this information to myself.

"Let's go!" said Kat, and started running down the road. Lisa-Mae followed and I had to keep up.

We soon found a good pace, and headed to the park.

"Okay, here's one for you" said Lisa-Mae as we jogged at a moderate pace through an avenue of trees, "do you like wearing women's clothes?"

"I..." what should I say?

"Don't think, just answer," she said.

"Yes."

"Does it turn you on?" Kat asked.

"Yes," I nodded. I glanced at her and thought I could see her eyes sparkle.

"Did you get an erection putting those clothes on?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"Um..."

"That's a yes!" Lisa Mae exclaimed. She and Kat laughed at my embarrassment.

"If you were a real woman," said Kat, "what changes do you think you would you make to your body?"

I glanced down.

"I guess I'd lose some weight," I replied.

"Anything else?" asked Lisa-Mae, "what about breasts?"

"Yeah, I'd want bigger boobs," I chuckled, "real show-stoppers."

"You want to attract boys, then, petal?" said Kat, innocently.

"Er, they can look, but they can't touch."

"Spoken like a true woman," said Lisa-Mae, "You little cock-tease!"

"What clothes would you wear?" asked Kat.

"If I was a real woman? Not just pretending? Let's see... I guess if I kept in shape, I'd want something that showed off my body," I replied, "Spandex shorts, miniskirts, boob-tubes, that sort of thing. And high heels."

	"We headed to the park."

They both laughed out loud and slowed down to lean against a tree, panting.

I stopped and looked at them. Lisa-Mae and Kat exchanged knowing smiles with each other.

"What?" I asked.

"We both think you're adorable," said Lisa-Mae.

"We have an offer for you," said Kat, "How would you like to spend the summer with us?"

I grinned.

"I think I'd like that."

"Daddy's quite rich, and he's got this family summer house," Kat explained, "but now, he prefers to go off on cruises with his new fiancé. So he said I could have it. He doesn't know--I don't think he cares--what I do there." I thought it odd that such a confident, even domineering girl should refer to her father as "Daddy".

"Where is it, then?" I asked.

"Quite far," said Kat, enigmatically, "but it's secluded, and there will be just the three of us. That's all you need to worry about."

"I went there at New Year," said Lisa-Mae, "It's wonderful! It even has a swimming pool!"

I was warming to the idea. Three of us. A pool. Nice and secluded. Perfect!

"Okay, but what about food, or rent?" I asked.

"Well, I thought that since you did such a good job of cleaning our apartment, you could be our 'live-in' maid, and pay your way by doing chores for me."

A fair compromise, I thought.

"That sounds reasonable," I told them.

"There's just one catch, though," Kat said, "Just one thing I want you to do."

"Which is...?" My eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"If you're going to live with us, you have to be a girl for the summer. You dress the way we say you should, you eat what we eat and you keep in shape like us. I want you to be our girlfriend."

"I want you to be our girlfriend"

I exhaled slowly. Chores were one thing, I thought. One weekend of dressing up for them was do-able, but a whole summer?

"Does that mean I have to keep putting on the wig?" I asked, "And the breasts?"

"You'd have to look the part, sweetie," said Kat, "If you want to be closer to us, that's the deal. Lisa-Mae and I won't change, so you'll have to learn to fit into a girly environment. We'd treat you as a girl, all day, every day and expect you to behave like one."

"We don't want boys in our girls' retreat," said Lisa-Mae, "So if you want to be part of it... Just think, you can learn all about women and what we want!"

I crouched on the ground as I thought about it.

"If it helps, I could draw up an employment contract and give you a weekly wage for your work," she said, "you'd end up with some money at the end of it."

I mulled it over. The idea of being their maid was more appealing than my usual crappy summer job in the local cinema, and it wasn't as though anyone else would see me. I reckoned it could be risky, but it was an acceptable risk.

"Private maid, then? For one summer?" I said.

"Friends forever," Lisa-Mae grinned.

"Okay, I'm in."

"Great! I'll start setting things up when we get back. Good choice," said Kat, shaking my hand with mock formality.

"This is going to be an awesome summer!" said Lisa-Mae.

We finished our jog around the park and went back to the apartment. Happily, I didn't see many others out, and the streets were still only just coming alive with activity.

Lisa-Mae wanted to stop by the 24-hour bakery, so I waited outside while they chose bagels and rolls for breakfast. A few people passed by but paid me little attention.

Another jogger, a slim guy about my age in tight shorts with no top, walked past. He was lean and well-muscled, possibly a shy poser who only ventured out like that when nobody else was about. A bit like me right now I thought.

"Beautiful morning," he said.

I daren't reply, knowing my male voice would reveal myself. I smiled and nodded shyly instead, trying not to glance at his penis and hoping mine was still tucked out of sight.

	"Enjoying the sunshine?"

"Enjoying the sunshine?"

Oh, no, I thought as my heart started beating faster. I couldn't simply say nothing, but I couldn't speak. Why was he trying to talk to me? I mouthed the word "Yeah" and nodded, smiling at him.

Lisa-Mae and Kat finally came out of the bakery with small paper bags.

"These your friends?" the jogger asked. I nodded.

"Have you been chatting up men again?" Lisa-Mae asked me with a big smile. I opened my mouth in horror, unable to retort.

"She's been really quiet, actually," said the jogger.

"Yeah, she always gets shy around men who turn her on!" said Lisa-Mae, making Kat and the jogger burst out laughing.

The jogger winked at me.

"She was telling us last night about her ideal man," Lisa-Mae said, "She's got a thing for men in bike shorts."

Mortified, I slapped Lisa-Mae's arm.

"I think you hit a nerve there," Kat giggled, "We'd better get going."

"See you around, then?" grinned the jogger and he ran off.

"Oh, petal! That was priceless!" said Kat, and she and Lisa-Mae continued laughing. I maintained a shocked and shameful silence.

"At least it proves you can pass for a convincing woman," said Lisa-Mae. That wasn't the consolation I wanted.

Back in their apartment, Kat went to her bedroom to sort things out for the summer while Lisa-Mae and I prepared breakfast.

"I've printed out these forms for you," said Kat, "just fill in your bank details as well, and sign the agreements. Don't worry about the small print. I've got a couple more things to show you, but they aren't ready yet..."

I started writing out the forms that would officially make me their maid for the summer while Kat went back to her room.

"Ready!" she called, a few moments later.

"Come on," said Lisa-Mae. I followed her into Kat's room, where her computer had been turned on.

"Oh God! I need you to fill me!" I heard from the speakers. My heart leapt into my throat. My blood ran cold. Kat turned the screen around. There was a movie of me giving head to Lisa-Mae's dildo.

"I have a craving for cock!" my image said, before giving an enthusiastic blowjob. I looked up. Kat was holding the digital camera. Lisa-Mae stood beside her with the same broad smile.

"I had it plugged into the computer last night," said Kat, "recording the whole evening."

"Holy shit," I said, "everything?"

"Your description of an ideal man, the blowjob, the waxing, the bikini pictures," said Lisa-Mae.

"You're already an internet star," said Kat.

"What?" I said, my voice catching, "What have you done?"

"After you went to bed, Lisa-Mae and I posted shots of the three of us - don't worry, I hid our faces - on a website and asked for comments."

"Last time we checked, you were getting some positive comments from some guys in Scandinavia and Germany," said Lisa-Mae.

"Nobody knows it's you," said Kat, "They all think you're a girl."

"I don't believe this," I said. I felt dizzy.

"Now listen carefully," Kat said, "Unless you want everyone on our course to see this, you're going to do everything we tell you."

I backed towards a chair and sat down heavily.

"Think of it as insurance for Lisa-Mae and I," Kat said, "we just want to be sure you're on your best behaviour."

"Think of it as insurance."

"I thought we were friends?" I wailed, "What's the blackmail for?"

"So you don't take advantage of us," said Kat, "like you nearly did at the party. As long as you behave, and act just like a girl, there's nothing to worry about, I promise. Nobody else needs to see these, I won't make any back-ups, and if you want me to delete them, I will."

"To us, you aren't just some boy we know," said Lisa-Mae, "you're going to be our girlfriend for the summer."

"Yes, but how long am I going to have to do this for?"

"It depends," said Kat, smiling her toothy smile, "you've already got quite a portfolio of photos and movies. How much are you willing to do to stop it becoming public?"

I swallowed.

"Whatever I can," I replied. Kat smiled a catlike smile.

"Good," she said, and switched the computer off.

 

*

A week later, I thought I could see some of my hair start growing back, but only faintly. I hadn't said a word to the guys I shared an apartment with about that weekend at Kat's place, only that I would be packing up and moving out. I didn't dare say more, and the only time my curiosity got the better of me was using one of the university computer labs to see what other comments had been made about the bikini photos. The consensus was that I looked hot, although some said I could lose a little weight around the middle. Some of the site visitors wanted to see my face. I'd be quite happy if they didn't.

A few days before the keys were due to be handed in, I got a phone call from Kat.

"We're going to stop by this afternoon to pick you up. Have all your stuff ready to take with you. Ten o'clock. We'll see you then, petal!"

"See you!" I heard Lisa-Mae shout out in the background before Kat hung up.

I said goodbye to the other guys and left the apartment with my rucksack and other bags packed full to bursting, and waited outside the apartment near the road.

At ten o'clock, Kat drove up in her car, a flashy convertible that gleamed in the sunshine. She wore a tight gold top and skirt. Lisa-Mae sat next to her in a low-cut red top and shorts. She raised herself out of her seat and waved hello.

	"Ready for a drive?"

"You ready for a drive?" she asked.

"Put your stuff in the back," said Kat, "you've got a big day ahead of you."

Lisa-Mae looked quite eager and couldn't stop smiling as I stowed my bags away and sat behind them. I felt decidedly unglamorous in my jeans and shirt, comparing myself to the girls. I looked up and saw a couple of the guys looking out of the window at us. I hoped they were jealous.

"It's going to be a long, hot drive," said Kat, "We've got some bottled water if you like."

"Thanks," I said, taking it from Lisa-Mae's hand.

"Better drink up," said Lisa-Mae, "it's going to be a long journey."

I gulped down a few mouthfuls. It had a fruity flavour.

Lisa-May turned the radio on as Kat drove us out of town. After a few more gulps, I started feeling tipsy.

"What was that you gave me?" I asked, "I thought it was water?"

"Is something wrong with it?" said Lisa-Mae, "Don't you like it?"

"No, it's fine, it's just... feel a bit drunk," I said.

I caught Kat's eyes peering at me in the mirror.

"It's just regular water, petal," she said, "I've been having some, and I feel fine."

I shrugged and continued drinking. Everything seemed a bit blurry after that.

*

..."You are Kat! Remember, if anyone asks, your name is Katrina Jordan!"

I have the weirdest sensation of this persistent voice telling me this. It sounds like Kat.

"You are Kat," says Lisa-Mae, her face looking down at me. The car has stopped.

I'm in the back seat. I feel warm sun on my skin - my clothes being tugged off.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Don't worry, Kat," Kat tells me, "We're just helping you change your clothes."

"You are Katrina Jordan," whispers Lisa-Mae.

I'm not wearing my shirt and jeans any more. Looks like my bare legs.

I am Kat. My name is Katrina Jordan...

*

...feeling fuzzy, but we're somewhere new. Trees nearby that weren't there before.

"Where are we?" That was me asking.

"Your name is Katrina Jordan." That was Kat telling.

I'm getting helped out of the car.

"You are Kat," says Kat, "and you want to go ahead with the procedure."

"Who are you?" Lisa-Mae asks.

"Kat... My name is Katrina Jordan," I reply. I don't want to question it, it's too confusing.

Walking, cool air on bare legs - I'm wearing a skirt! And a baggy, zip-up top? That's okay, the girls liked it when I dress up for them.

"You really want to go ahead with the procedure," Lisa-Mae tells me as puts a handbag over my shoulder. I didn't know I owned a handbag, but I'll carry it anyway.

We walk towards the building.

"Is this our house?" I ask.

"Not yet, Kat," Kat replies, "You want to go ahead with the procedure."

We drift inside to a reception desk with people in white coats walking around: a hospital?

Kat talks to the receptionist.

"And which of you is Katrina Jordan?" the receptionist woman asks. Kat and Lisa-Mae look at me expectantly.

"My name is Kat"

"My name is Kat," I say - that would make sense.

"Do you have your paperwork, then?" Receptionist woman seems dubious.

"Give her the papers in your bag," says Lisa-Mae.

I look in the bag on my shoulder. Lisa-Mae is right, I have papers in there.

I hand them over the desk.

"These seem to be in order," says receptionist woman, "You need to fill this out as well and sign at the bottom of the form."

She gives me a clipboard and pen.

Kat and Lisa-Mae sit with me. Kat takes the clipboard and fills in the forms for me. It just feels better to let other people do things right now - I'm in no fit state to decide.

"You want really to go ahead with the procedure," Kat tells me with a wink, handing the clipboard back.

"Katrina Jordan?" asks a guy in a surgical gown.

"That's you," says Kat, prompting me out of the chair.

"That's me," I say.

"Welcome, Mister... Miss? Jordan," he says, shaking my hand. He seems to think I'm Kat. He takes the clipboard and looks through it.

"Well, your paperwork seems in order, so you must be pretty sure about this."

He says something about a procedure, enhancements or something.

Something Kat wants done, anyway. After all, she's the one who filled in the form.

I think if this procedure is for Kat I should agree to it on her behalf, so she can have done whatever she's going to have done, or something like that. It'll work out.

"I want to go ahead with the procedure," I say.

"Right, well we'll be ready for you in half an hour," surgical guy says, "If you follow the nurse, she'll take you to your room."

"See you later, Kat!" Kat calls to me.

"See you!" says Lisa-Mae.

I'm led to a new room by a nurse and given a shapeless gown to wear.

Why am I here? It must be something important. Why am I in this hospital? I can't think straight. What should I do? Kat and Lisa-Mae aren't here and the nurse has left the room.

"Put your clothes in this bag," she says, "it only takes two or three hours, and you'll have them on again."

I take off my skirt and top and put the gown on. I think that's what the hospital people want Kat to do.

Should I say something about this? No - it's just easier to go with the flow. I don't want to cause any trouble, anyway.

I sit on the bed and wait. Nurse returns and asks if I'm looking forward to this.

I think of the summer I'm about to spend with Kat and Lisa-Mae and I say yes. She asks me to give her my arm.

"Must have been a big decision for you," she says, setting up an IV drip.

What should I say? I remember what Kat and Lisa-Mae have been telling me.

"I really want to go ahead with the procedure," I tell her.

Nurse smiles and inserts the IV drip into my arm.

"Just come along with me, please," she says, carrying the drip.

I walk into an operating theatre. It has lots of bright lights.

Who is this for? It can't be me. I'm so confused and sleepy.

"Lie down here, Mist... er, Miss Jordan," says the surgeon I met earlier.

I lie on the table and a mask is put over my face. This can't be for me. I should really say something about it, but my mind is too sluggish. I'll work it out later. It'll be all right.

I hear him ask for a marker pen and I fall asleep...

*

...waking up, with Nurse standing over me calling for Kat, asking her if she can hear her name. My chest feels a bit sore, a bit tight.

Lisa-Mae and Kat are here, too.

Both of them seem quite happy, anyway.

I guess Kat got the thing she wanted, whatever it was. Why am I lying in this bed? It's confusing. They give me more water to drink.

God, I feel woozy.

Nurse helps me dress. Something's funny - I'm wearing a huge bra. What's this for? Never mind, Kat and Lisa-Mae like it when I dress up for them.

Leaving the place is like an out-of-body experience. I'm pushed out in a wheelchair. Hospital people wave goodbye - happy impression of being taken care of by them.

I get into Kat's car with Lisa-Mae, but not in my own body, I'm convinced of that. It doesn't feel like mine, anyway.

I sit in the front with Kat, my seat tilted back. Scenery passes by in a blur.

Lisa Mae passes me some food, but I don't feel like eating. Lisa-Mae tells me I'm thirsty. She gives me a bottle.

I drink more water, and fall sleep again. It's not so bad, with the seat tilted back...

*

...wake up, feeling like I'm drunk.

I think we stop in the middle of nowhere.

I'm led out of the car, feeling dizzy, and gently taken to a bedroom. Nice, soft pillows built up all around. I sit back into them.

Kat and Lisa-Mae tuck me in and I happily sit back further and further...

*

...vague visions of Kat and Lisa-Mae giving me a little bit to eat and drink. Chest still feels sore and tight. What's all that about? I'll worry about it when I'm properly awake...

*

I remember waking up in a pleasant, sunny room. I didn't know if it was morning or afternoon, but I quickly remembered that it must be Kat's place. I turned my head and saw the pink bedspread stretching out to my left, with a window nearby.

"Wakey-wakey, sleepy head," Kat whispered. I was startled, not realising that she had been watching me all this time.

"Shhh, don't worry, you're in my home now," she told me.

"What...what happened? What happened?" I stuttered.

"We gave you a little something to make your transition a little less stressful," she replied, "I have a rather generous amount of money to spend, and I spent it on you."

I felt groggy and confused. I had vague memories of travel and... a doctor? How did I get here anyway?

"Uh, I... I'm sorry, but what?"

"You belong with Lisa-Mae and me now, and you're going to stay with us this summer," she reminded me. I swallowed as I slowly, dreamily, started to focus on my situation.

"It will probably take a while for you to get used to it, but we will make sure that you enjoy it. The quicker you just accept it, the happier you will be."

"Accept what?"

"I don't want you to panic," she said (which got me instantly worried), "just remain calm and I'll show you."

She showed me a mirror.

My face had been made up. Lipstick, carefully plucked eyebrows, blond hair. It was the same length as my hair, and brushed vaguely the way I brushed mine.

"That's not a wig," she whispered, "We've bleached your hair for the summer, so it's more natural."

"You've turned me into a girl!" I said.

"You wanted to be closer to us, and you agreed to be our girlfriend for the summer," said Kat, "We've made it so that you'll fit in with us."

She leaned over, and carefully drew the pink blanket down my chest. The very sensation of movement was electrifying. I could feel my nipples tingling, my whole chest alive with feeling as she pulled the blanket down.

As I watched, I saw that my chest was bigger. Two lumps. Bulges of flesh. Flab? I wasn't fat! Then it struck me. I gasped. Then I yelled. Then I screamed like a girl.

	"I screamed like a girl."

"Sh, sh, don't worry," said Kat in a reassuring voice, "Petal, sweetie, listen! I've got boobs, so has Lisa-Mae. Now you have them, too."

"OH GOD! ARE THESE REAL?!" I yelled, "What have you done to me?!"

"Calm down, petal," Kat whispered, "Calm down, and lie back."

"Get them off me! Get them off!" I clasped them in my hands. They were part of me, these two alien lumps. They were in me, part of my flesh. I freaked out.

"Get them off, please! Please! PLEASE!" I started crying.

"There, there, sweetheart," said Kat, hugging me close, "Shhhh. There's no need to cry. You're safe. You're safe with us."

I fairly bawled my eyes out, trembling and pawing her top. I don't know how long I cried, but she hugged me close and made soothing sounds until I ran out of energy and quietened down. As my sobbing subsided, she drew back.

Dumbfounded, I touched them again, in shock. I had a massive pair of breasts implants, and they were real. I couldn't wish them away, I couldn't wake up. I had to face it.

I had boobs.

Tits.

I stared at them, trying to come to terms with what Kat and Lisa-Mae had done to me. I was now their girlfriend.

I felt sick.

"Why?" I managed.

Kat stroked my face.

"Because you're our girlfriend and we love you very much," Kat replied. Then she kissed me. It was perhaps the sweetest, most tender kiss she had ever given me. Despite what was happening, despite what she had done to me, I still felt safe, somehow. I had no alternative but to trust her and hope that nothing truly awful would happen to me.

"Oh God," I shuddered, fighting back the tears and emotions running wild inside me.

"Just keep taking these," she said, showing me a glass of water and some sandwiches. There were a few pills on the plate, too.

"These will help the pain and keep you rested," she said, "Sleep through this, and it'll be a whole lot better for you."

I drank the water and took the pills she suggested. I didn't feel like eating.

I was glad to fall asleep again.

*

Kat returned frequently to check up on me through the day, to give me more pills and make sure I didn't feel any pain. Each time, she wore different things: her loose sports clothes in the morning, a swimming costume in the middle of the day, and much later she came in wearing a red bikini.

"Do you think you can make it out of bed?" she asked.

"Um, yes, I think so." I shifted the blanket off my body, and I saw that I was naked.

"You should put this on."

She gave me a single item of clothing; a small bundle of latex. It was a thong. A bizarre sense of modesty took hold. I didn't want her to see me completely naked. I slid the thong up my legs under the blankets. It didn't feel right - either my balls or my penis poked out. I gently pushed my family jewels between my legs, and tugged the thong up to my hips.

I threw the blanket off and Kat helped me shakily to my feet.

"Why don't you take a look at yourself?" she suggested, and gestured towards the mirror on the wardrobe door nearby, I walked over carefully, Kat holding my hand and ready to support me every step of the way. I trembled as I walked, unused to the weight dangling from my chest.

I looked at my naked body. I was a ravishing, delicious female. In fact, there was simply no giveaway to my masculinity. My heart beat fast at the thrill and upset of being feminised so easily and thoroughly.

I stopped and stared at my face, my eyes looking back with a pleading sadness. I immediately touched my hair, and ran my fingers through it. My hair had been bleached and dyed blond, just like the wig I wore at the party, except... it was real.

"You're living in a girly house now," Kat whispered, "and this summer, you can live like a princess."

I looked at Kat's reflection for a comparison. She looked fantastic.

"You can live like a princess."

I stared at the reflections of light highlighting every curve and feature: her pouting breasts, her hairless body, her smooth legs...

"I want to lick you," I said out loud. I was still slightly delirious.

Kat laughed out loud and patted my shoulder.

"Perhaps later, sweetie!" she said, "Let's head to the kitchen for breakfast," she suggested, "Do you want to put a gown on, or would you rather show off? It's a nice, warm day for it."

"Um, I don't know," I said, still brain-numbed from the shock of it all.

"I know Lisa-Mae's dying to see you," said Kat, "It may help you get used to your new body if you just walked around like this for a while."

"I'll do that, then," I said. I was so far out of my comfort zone, so far from my normal, everyday experiences, I couldn't think for myself any more.

It was easier to let Kat tell me what to do.

As she led me down the corridor, I realised how cool the house was - I guessed it was early morning. I noticed that it had been furnished very simply, as though it was used only infrequently. What decorations there were, were very feminine in style. Pinks, creams and pastels predominated.

Kat yelled up a flight of stairs.

"Lisa-Mae! Time for supper, sweetie! Our new girlfriend is awake!"

"Oh!" I heard Lisa-Mae exclaim, followed by hurried activity from above.

When she came down, she wore only a blue bikini with yellow strings. I could feel my penis throb, and my nipples became erect.

"Good morning!" said Lisa-Mae, in a very appreciative voice, as she eyed me up and down, "You! You look fantastic! You look incredible!"

"Uh... thank you," I said.

Lisa-Mae fondled my breasts with gently caressing fingers. She smiled and looked into my eyes with a smitten look.

"You're one of us," she whispered.

"This is a girl's home," said Kat, "and you, my dear, are a girly too."

"You, my dear, are a girly, too."

"Are you ready to eat?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"Um, yeah," I nodded dumbly.

It was crazy; I was walking around as an almost naked female with massive tits, the girls of my dreams next to me, leading me through their house.

"How do you feel?" Lisa-Mae asked as we entered the modern, tiled kitchen.

"Um, I don't know. Shocked."

"I think you've taken it very well," said Kat as her heels clicked on the floor.

"It's not as though I had a choice," I protested.

"You always had a choice," said Kat, with that mockery of reason that only women--attractive, sexually teasing women--can manage, "you could have said no."

It sounded so simple, and yet I couldn't remember ever being asked if this was what I wanted.

"I think you made the right choice," said Lisa-Mae with a cute smile. She stroked the side of one of my breasts, and my nipples hardened. Her smile became a broad, knowing grin.

"We'll make sure it's the right choice for you," said Kat, "and don't worry about a thing; we'll take care of you."

"We can keep calling you by your real name, since it's one of those 'boy-girl' names," said Lisa-Mae, "Nobody else would know about it."

Supper was an odd affair. For one thing, we were all nearly naked. For another, there wasn't much to eat.

"We've got to get you slimmed down and... well, more feminine," Kat explained.

We finished our orange juice and placed the glasses by the sink. I felt Lisa-Mae's hand on my buttocks, sliding over the curves, following the seam of the thong as it plunged between my cheeks.

"Why don't we give her a tour of the house?" she suggested.

"Excellent idea," said Kat, "let's start at the top and work our way down."

She led us both up, my tits bouncing delicately as I made my way up each step to the roof which was open and flat, with a couple of sun-loungers set out, and a few potted plants near the railings. All around, I could see bright, sunny countryside, and the driveway leading off into the distance.

"As you can see, it's quite private," said Kat.

No escape, is what I thought. I was just glad nobody else I knew was here to see me like this.

"Nice," I said, appreciatively. It was more than nice - it was luxurious. The house was larger than it appeared from walking down the corridor; clearly there were rooms I had yet to be shown. It must have been a new, modern design, maybe ten years old.

"I'm glad you like it; you'll be spending a lot of time here with us," Kat said, and led us downstairs again. Along the corridor, she showed me her room and Lisa-Mae's room (both with en-suite facilities), a large bathroom, and a small but well-equipped gym. The real surprise was the swimming pool, with a Jacuzzi and a sauna. The pool was fifteen metres long, half as wide, and two metres at its deepest.

The room was warm, the air thick. The sound of water lapping against the sides echoed throughout.

"Wow," I said simply.

"There's just one more thing to show you," said Lisa-Mae.

"It may be a bit dusty, you'd better put some shoes on," Kat suggested.

Lisa-Mae scampered off and returned with two pairs of shoes. She gave me a pair of strappy heels, similar to ones she had brought for herself.

When I put them on, I felt my legs and buttocks tighten. I stood with my back straighter, and my breasts jutted out. I felt like a whore on display. Part of me quite enjoyed the feeling.

"Mm, you do look good!" Lisa-Mae commented.

"You do, actually," Kat told me.

Despite my suspicions that they were just trying to flatter me, I believed they were telling me the truth.

Kat led us both to the corridor and opened a door in under the roof stairs. It creaked open and she took us down to the cellar.

It was cold and dark. I trod carefully in my heels down the steps, and shivered in the cold.

"It's been a while since I've been down here," Kat told us, "perhaps I can get you to clean it up for me."

Cleaning? This one of the conditions of me being Kat and Lisa-Mae's 'maid' for the summer. We entered the darkened cellar. Kat flicked a switch. Fluorescent lights flashed to life. I looked around the room.

"Oh my God," I said.

"Perhaps you would like to spend some time in here with us as well?" said Kat.

It was a sexual dungeon. Fetish gear, bondage equipment, ropes and chains hung everywhere. I didn't know whether to leap up and down with glee or just give up and surrender.

"A quick tour of my play room," said Kat, indicating a rack of chains and ropes and other items.

"If you're a bad girl, we can restrict your movements for a while. I think you might enjoy that; I know Lisa-Mae does from time to time."

Lisa-Mae blushed and bit her lip shyly.

Kat walked over to a row of gags, plugs, dildos and vibrators, some of which had power cables dangling from them.

"We won't break you in too quickly with these," she told me, "but they are most... stimulating. Trust me, girl, you have got to try them sometime!"

I swallowed nervously.

"In any event, you will be responsible for making sure they are clean. Treat them as though you were going to put them in your mouth and suck them. That should give you some idea of how clean they should be kept."

Seeing the look on my face, she added, "I'm not saying that we will force them into your mouth, but you never know! If you really do misbehave, Lisa-Mae and I can administer some... corrective punishment."

She ran her fingers across a variety of whips, floggers and paddles.

"Believe me when I tell you that we can both deliver a good spank when we want to. Over here are some other things to stop you from getting into trouble..." -- spreader bars and cuffs, an X-shaped frame with ropes and chains and (I did a double-take) a rack. Wow, I thought, this really is a dungeon!

	"Now, is there anything you'd like to do today?"

I wondered what I would spend my summer doing. Cleaning, certainly. What else, though? I slowly looked around the cellar. I might find myself tied up, possibly spanked or ordered to perform fellatio on one of their dildos. Maybe I would have to go down on them a few times.

I delighted myself with brief and arousing thoughts of what it would be like to be their sex slave. Yes, this could be quite a fun summer, after all! I became so aroused, I could feel my hot penis creeping under the thong towards my backside, throbbing gently.

"What do you think?" said Kat, "Do you think you could get used to living with us?"

"Yes," I said, drunk with lust.

Whatever happened, I wouldn't be 'me'. I would have to think of myself as viewing my summer holidays through another body. It was the only way I could come to terms with it all.

"Now then, petal, is there anything you'd like to do today?" asked Kat, drumming her fingers suggestively on a bundle of straps.

It was then I knew for certain there was no turning back.

  

  

  

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