Clap Hands, Here Comes Rachel

by Rachel

  

Rachel Joins The BSer's Training Corp

The BSers were putting Rachel through their real live field training which ranged from the rather high end at The Club to almost the very low end at one of their arcade operations (and honey, it's such a low class venue.) They had not yet exposed her to the luxuries of the very high end where she could become a trophy for the playboy crowd (The BSers knew that she was physically well qualified in that regard). And at the other extreme lower end, there were managers always hovering to catch the ones falling out of favor at the high end – and those managers were most commonly referred to as pimps. Oh sure, I availed myself of their services a few times and we both know that we don't want to go there either as a servicer or servicee or as a servicer overseer.

It had been a full year since Rachel had been started on the pills which effected both the internal and external physical changes which gave her the look of an appealing female. Again, the PIS sessions had permanently and irreversibly inverted her thinking from that of the male to female. And as part of the TiT program, she had been put in the on-the-job training in the beauty shop, costume boutique and her continued training at The Club prepared her well for her promotion into the advanced TIT program. And in the process, she had been fitted with The Kitty II which in concert with her own developing boobies readied her for her first public appearance away from the daily supervision of The Club personnel.

Rachel, together with Van and Sam, served as The BSer representatives to the totally naked dancing girl outdoor festival. First appointed to be the contestant escort, Rachel used her own personality and wiles to make new friends and charmed and worked herself into becoming a contestant, a move which permitted her to doff her ID tee and wear the contestant number medallion. Honey, that means that all she was wearing was the G string and a medallion, well, I guess if she wants to be a nudie cutie, she'd have to be nude, aaah, the G string don't mean nuttin'.

But The BSers were thorough in their training. To fully round her out, they would show her how the other half lives – the other half being those who weren't good producers at The Club. Rachel thought that working the peep shows was a degrading and demeaning experience for her and vowed to work hard to keep herself near the top. Damn, those BSers really knew what they were doing. Not only that, in addition to their really effective training program, they instilled loyalty to the organization, required obedience of their people to authority and above all, subservience – after all, they were slaves, don't you know. But their methods had to work, how else are you going to get highly successful and desirable business girls to divest themselves of all their clothing purely for the amusement and entertainment of the males. That's really cooool.

Where were we? Oh yes, obedience and subservience. Because it was such a specialized training field, The BSers opted to farm the program out to one who specialized in that particular field. The work was done effectively and efficiently and The BSers had no cause to complain because in addition to effectively and efficiently, you can add thoroughly and permanently. Their training techniques were non-standard as industry goes but what the hey, you can't argue with success.

Rachel dressed herself in a spandex-type fuschia colored summery mini dress which, needless to say, outlined the contours of her body. In a bit of daring, she opted not to wear even a strapless bra, perfectly comfortable in permitting her nipples to protrude prominently, oh, she had such nice nipples. She liked to keep her shoulders bared, besides, she sort of liked to feel the swaying of her breasts as she minced along. The skirt was short to give full exposure to her long tapering legs and above all, displayed not only the curves of her cheeks, she wanted to show off the gentle sway that she could impart to her walk. Her own hair had grown during the training period to where it had already been colored to a magnificent shade of strawberry blonde, more reddish than blonde, thank you, and styled in a unisex manner so that she could appear as is or supplemented with falls or wigs. She knew how to wear the earrings which attracted attention and for this trip, she wore a thin ankle bracelet. At the very least, she knew what it took to attract the male, damn, you'd almost think that she liked being a girl. I thought she was overdoing it a bit, especially in broad daylight but as they say, if you got it, flaunt it.

And she knew how to primp in front of the mirrors and always presented herself to Patti, you remember Patti, for approval and knew that she had her approval when she replied, "Oh, you're such a slut," which was a back handed compliment. But it was Rachel's way of subtly getting back at the more experienced Patti by exploiting her younger attributes. The BS trainers nodded their approval as they chattered amongst themselves, "Rachel has really arrived and has absolutely no qualms about dressing for the boys. But you've really got to hand it to the TIT program, no telling where I'd be today if I had her ass when I was a practitioner but now, I've got to make her look good." Good for you, Rachel, good for you. Go for it!

Politically, it was not an operation which would gain the approval of the women's libbers. Damn, The BSers were merchandising and treating their girls as sex objects to be used by the boys (and even for the girls who were so inclined) for fun and games. But what was wrong with that. The girls made the big bucks for themselves, (well, they had to turn all of it back to The BSers, but what the hey, they were the ones who did all the training and got them the jobs and all that good stuff), the boys really enjoyed the girls and the girls got a charge out of doing it. And to point out that they did not discriminate, they took the boys who fit the classic mold of the female and turned them into females. Conversely, girls who were so inclined could get themselves turned into boys. Like I said, so what was so wrong with that. Sounds right to me. Besides, the governing authority of The BSers were female (It was The Big Sister organization and not the more commonly used reference to bs, I'd bet that you had already forgotten that), and honey, nobody can exploit the female better than another female, a female with an attitude. Golly, can you imagine how much more support the libbers would have if their front line staff looked like The BS girlies. Gee, I'd even join them but what do I know, I'm a TV slut slave and glad of it.

Mistress was all happy and cheerful as She greeted Her new slave, "Well, well, Rachel, I'm glad that you have finally arrived." And Rachel right then and there knew she was in trouble, big trouble. She called out, "Michael, come on in and meet Rachel, she's finally arrived." Rachel shuddered, she hadn't quite gotten used to be checked out by a male male, but what she did learn was that what happened to her was not of her choice. Mistress continued, "What you need to do is to make a good impression on Michael, he has a lot of connections in the scene and he can send you up the ladder or down. And he is in charge here so you address him as Sir, got that." It was a rhetorical question. Rachel knew a veiled threat when she heard one.

Damn, she had been checked out before and recalled that she had felt the qualms on each occasion. But oh my, Michael walked in through the door and Rachel sized him up as being tall and having a regal bearing and quite handsome. Damn, Rachel was thinking like a female already. He looked Rachel over, a single glance telling him most everything he wanted to see. He barked at Rachel, "What, I'm a fashion designer and I'm going to evaluate that dress you have on. Get real, girl. Let's have a look at what you bring to the party. Right there on the spot is all right." Mistress interjected herself, "But Michael, the way she's dressed now, if she had a mole on her ass, it would show right through the dress." Ha, ha, ha. And Mistress continued as she ran the flat of her hand over the symmetrical orbs muttering, "Nice, really nice," and looking towards Michael for confirmation. Rachel shuddered at the touch but managed a small smile.

Rachel had learned how to dress and more importantly, how to undress theatrically and when the occasion called for, to undress down and dirty. She paused just a bit as she reached high up her back to unzip herself knowing full well that she was projecting her breasts to the best advantage. She fought to maintain a straight face as she further arched her back to thrust her pelvic area forward, oh, you know why she was doing that. Then she allowed the top to fall away, the top, my yes, it was also her boobs which came tumbling out. She knew that Michael had seen plenty of them but Rachel knew what girls were for as she kept them in full view. She bent over to step out of the dress and damn, she stood up, she smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles from her bikini panties. She gave Mistress a questioning look and got the nod. She knew the drill. She already had her fingers poised at her hips and she was stepping out of the panties in an almost defiant mood. Obviously, she had done it before. And she stood herself up with her arms upraised to reveal herself in her totality, something she had learned on the stage. Way to go, Rachel.

Michael muttered towards Mistress, "The little bitch knows what girls are for, that's good, now all we have to teach her is obedience and subservience." And Mistress was right there with riding crop in hand, "Did you hear that, Rachel, obedience and subservience." And already she had the tip of the crop under the hang of Rachel's breasts, nudging it, trying to lift it and tracing a path around the fullness of her orbs. No purpose, just teasing. She poked at Rachel's nipples, watching for the pained expression on her face. She barked, "Get your hands behind your neck, fingers interlocked, elbows back. When Michael puts his hand out palms up, you just move forward and drop a breast on it. If the palm is up, you straddle the hand, Michael will take it from there." Rachel was aghast but maintained her cool. She knew she was being taken advantage of.

Mistress watched Rachel respond and added sharply, "Respond quicker, slave," and already she had the riding crop beating a light staccato beat between Rachel's thighs. Aw, honey, you get that riding crop slapping you on your inner thighs, you know what you have to do. No it didn't hurt but you just don't want that crop down in there, honey, you never knew when Mistress would get a notion and slap her a little harder where she didn't want to get swatted at all, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm sure you do. There were places down there where even the lightest touch made her cringe. Rachel spread her thighs and watched the wry grin come over Mistress's face as she muttered, "Now you're getting it."

Rachel heard Michael, "You like that Kitty II, they tell me that they will have a Version III which will be still a greater improvement. Let's see you do a good bump and grind." Rachel knew that they were testing her. She also knew that she had no alternative other than to do a good grind and shoot a better bump right into his face. She did and he nodded his head in approval. Mistress gave Rachel a sharp slap on the ass and heard the small scream as she muttered, "Just a slut, a real slut – I like her already."

But when things were going well in the household, it was like Heaven for Rachel and the girls. It was an all girl household, with the exception of Michael, of course, and the girls were able to exercise their prerogatives – that is to say, develop their lesbian relationships. And Rachel learned the special joy of getting her first open mouth kiss from Richelle. She thought it would never end. She didn't think Richelle's tongue was that long. And sonbitch, the bitch was squeezing her nipples to urge her on to a greater effort. And she found that her arms had been effectively pinioned by the more experienced Richelle and she was helpless and reciprocated each of Richelle's tongueing moves by sparring with her own, never mind the liberal exchange of juices. She found it difficult to concentrate on her tongueing as Richelle continued to work her nipples. And damn, Rachel could feel the kiss affecting every part of her body. Her body seemed to freeze into position at times, her feet would extend themselves fully, her toes would curl up tightly and oh my, her thighs had snapped to an open position. And she was loving it, absolutely loving it. Like I said, some things you can't teach in a class room.

Their antics were a valuable asset for Mistress as she used the girls for exhibitions and videos – oh, you wouldn't believe the voyeurs who specifically waited for the lesbo shows, honey, just watching two girls making out with each other really does something to you, for you? And would you believe, Rachel found out later that girls like her were rented out for parties where they were used be it by other girls with like interests, other girls with dissimilar interests or even to boy groups who had an entirely different agenda. Like I said, girls like Rachel had to be versatile.

Back upstairs, the foursome mingled freely with the Mistress who didn't have to play the role. She spoke, "I've got an application from a male who want to be evaluated for his TV potential. His physical measurements and weight fit well within the acceptable parameters, he's a new arrival in the area and by his new address, seems to be pretty well fixed. I'm going to send him a Saturday night complimentary pass into The Club so you girls can feel him up and get a fix on what we are dealing with. We don't want to commit to working with an applicant with a truck driver mentality who aspires to become a bunny-type waitress. You know what I'm sayin' Rachel." Rachel nodded her head in agreement with "Yes, Mistress." Mistress continued with, "We were very fortunate in your transformation, honey, because you had that H factor which accelerated your physical changes. And it was your cooperativeness which allowed the PISsing (er, that is the Psyche Inversion Sessions, don't you remember) to take over your mind. And you developed beautifully, honey, it might be that I will just keep you for my personal use. But don't let that go to your head, when I think you are ready, I will make the decision.

Mistress continued, "When this applicant's pass shows up at The Club, the doorman will let us know and I want Tricia to hostess him up to Darryl. Darryl will give him his 'on the house' drink which will loosen him up for the evening. Tricia, I want you to 'make friends' with him and get a quick assessment of his equipment – Rachel reduced down in a matter of months but she was sort of small to start with, some of those bigger ones can take a couple of years. The drink will have loosened him up by then so you can get a good feel for the sensitivity that he has in his nipples. While Richelle is dancing, I want you to see how he reacts to female pulchritude so, Richelle, you make sure that you show it all off – honey, I mean all off. If he's too hot for the girls, then it will take the PISin a lot longer, damn, you can't have a TV who likes the girls so much that we're always fighting the bulge problem. Then Tricia, you take a break and let Richelle do her thing on him. By the time the two of you and the waitresses spend the time with him, we should have a good evaluation of the training problems he would present. I've already forgotton the name of the applicant, I think it was Sean (it's pronounced Shawn, don't you know), or Vaughn or something like that. It was Rachel who added, "I think it was Fawn, Mistress, I remember it because it was such a strange name for a male. Maybe he's already picked his female name."

Mistress replied, "Thanks a bunch, honey, remind me to give you a few swats on your backsides for correcting me in public. You're really going to be a valuable asset for me but we'll have to give you some lessons on keeping your mouth shut. His name will be Sunset, no way am I going to be calling a TV trainee Fawn. Are the two of you ready to take him on his trip to nirvana? And Rachel, we didn't get around to naming you Rachel until you were well into the TIT program. And we still have to have a christening party for you, hon." Rachel beamed. She knew she was in solid with the Mistress, the ass whipping notwithstanding, and being on the good side of Mistress, well, that was worth a bunch, a whole bunch.

It was Saturday night and Sunset was amazed at how much attention he was getting at The Club. It was the sort of attention he was not getting which was driving him towards the TV world. He thought he'd sign up with The Club for a while and see how things worked out for him. He was amazed at how easily he was able to mix with the girls and how they sort of took to him. He had met the two girls and there seemed to be plenty more of the same type around. He could have his pick. Well, actually, it was the girls and Darryl who had picked him, they'd give him a few months and throw the blocks to him just as they had to the young Raymond. But he had the sense enough to enjoy it while it was there. Rachel mused, "I didn't turn down any opportunities myself – besides, they all looked good after a couple of Darryl's drinks, you know what I'm sayin'? And then I got my tits caught in the wringer, er, they got me by the short hairs and before I knew it, I was Rachel and loving it, absolutely loving it.

Back to her daily routine at the household, Rachel was appalled at how large a wardrobe Mistress had to have in order to meet her social and professional obligations. She spent countless hours keeping the walk-in closets neatly arranged – there were leathers, lingerie, specialty costuming, dancewear, robes, party wear and the like. There were a myriad of blouses and skirts, slack suits, oh, there was everything. When she had done a particularly neat job in arranging the bra and panty sets in their own drawers, Mistress took the time to talk to her, "My bras are 36 DD's, honey, a little large for you so there won't be any hand-me-downs. We'll have to go shopping and start to build your own wardrobe. You'll be spending a lot of time in the public eye so I will want you looking nice all the time. Girls dress from the inside out, don't you know – by that I mean you wear matching bra and panty sets color coordinated with your outerwear."

"Oh, and I think you would look absolutely adorable in these new baby dolls and teddies. Some of them are so skimpy and the materials and lace trim are generally see through – honey, everything you have will be hanging out. But that's the way we like to present our girls to our guests. With your experience out at the nudie camp, it should be easy for you." Rachel rolled her eyes as Mistress continued to rummage through the drawers.

Rachel heard, "Go topless, honey, I want to try these on you." And Rachel was quick to follow instructions but only had the time to shake her breasts free. Rachel heard, "Hold still, honey," and she felt the coldness at her nipple as Mistress brushed a clear fluid over both of them. She then continued to brush the same fluid over a gold disc before she shook them free. Rachel could see that they were a pair of pasties as Mistress chatted, always a good sign for Rachel when Mistress called her 'honey', "We used to wear pasties a lot but the adhesives always seemed to let go at inopportune times. They have some new two part adhesives that corrected that problem but it was a real hassle to get the pasties off. It's too bad but it's the only kind I have available here. "Put your hands behind your ears and push your breasts out where I can reach them."

It was with an extra eagerness that Rachel thrust her breasts forward. Mistress cupped one side in her hand and examined the nipple exclaiming, "Looks just about right and carefully set the cupped pastie right flush across the nipple" Rachel just loved having Mistress cup her breasts and smiled outwardly as she heard, "Oh, you like these, do you – I thought that perhaps having danced naked you would object to covering your nipples." And Mistress was quietly coating the other pastie and applied it with equal gentleness before she pushed Rachel back slightly with a, "There, honey, your breasts were made for those pasties. Give them a shake, they won't fall off now. In fact, our next problem will be to get them off but if I put them on, I'll take them off." Rachel got the message, once they were on, they were on until Mistress took them off.

Rachel gave her breasts a slight shake. Mistress called out, "Shake them like you mean it, honey." Rachel shook her breasts from side to side as though she meant it. Mistress laughed a bit. Rachel smiled a bit. They could both hear the tinkle of little bells, little bells which were affixed to the pasties. Mistress held her hands up and shook her shoulders from front to back one shoulder at a time in rapid succession, "Come on, honey, shake those boobies, start moving those shoulders, front to back, side to side, do like I'm doing." Rachel worked her shoulders with enthusiasm. She even was able to impart rapid upwards movement to them which sent the breasts into a rapid fire up and down motion. Both Mistress and Rachel laughed at the jumping boobies accompanied by the tinkling bells. And before it was done, Rachel was even able to impart a circular motion to her boobs, all the while, the bells were clinking. Mistress laughingly added, "Now you seem to be getting it. I want you to practice those moves, get your entire body involved, I'll find you a cover up cape and a G string to go with the pasties. Oh, by the way, the G string also has bells on it but I suppose you already know what it takes to ring those bells. I'll have you serve the refreshments and when I give you the words 'ring dem bells, honey,' you take off the maid's uniform, let them have a good look at the pasties and ring those bells.

At an earlier time, Rachel would have considered that she was being degraded but damn, they had PISsed her so much and Mistress had convinced her that it was the thing that she was expected to do and it was Rachel's objective to keep her Mistress happy, whatever it took. She was going to be the center of attraction, hells bells, and if she had to ring the bells, she was going to ring the bells. But through it all, she could see the messy condition of the drawers after Mistress had rummaged through them. Another afternoon of work shot to heck.

Rachel had been wearing the pasties for more than three days now. She could readily see that they were not even close to falling away and besides, she was sure getting tired of hearing those bells every time she moved. She fiddled with it with her fingernails but like I said before, some of this new adhesive was really tenacious stuff. There was no easy on, easy off about this stuff. With the pasties on, Rachel was beginning to lose touch with her own nipples. And whenever she was with Mistress, she would give her boobs a little extra shake just so Mistress would know that she still had them on. Mistress was aware of Rachel's little tricks and grinned, "I talked to the techers about the adhesive which holds those pasties on, honey, and you're going to love what we have to do to get them off. And it was always a good sign when Mistress called her 'honey.'

She absolutely loved being the personal maid of the Mistress. It sure beat trying to coax the coins from those voyeurs at the peep show. Rachel heard, "Take off your clothes, honey, we're going to go sit in the hot tub for a while." It was for Rachel, 'Oh sure, Mistress gets to put on that classy gown and slippers for the short trip to the hot tub, all I got on is a pair of pasties.' But she quickly stifled that sort of thinking.

And it was apparent, for the both of them, there was only one way to get into the tub. They wrapped towels around their heads, Rachel marveled at the magnificence of Mistress's body. Oh sure, they had both been exposed to this sort of thing before, not the hot tub sequence, just seeing each other naked and that sort of thing. But it gave Rachel an extra thrill just to be able to participate. Mistress laughingly pulled Rachel over to her and gave her an overall body rub. Rachel relaxed in the warm bubbling waters until she realized that she was expected to reciprocate. But that was all right with Rachel, it takes two to tango.

It was as they luxuriated in the warm waters that Rachel realized that the pasties were gone, a fact not gone unnoticed by the Mistress. She reached over and rubbed Rachel nipples, "That's all it takes to dissolve the adhesive, let me get all the residue off the nipples. The adhesive is so tenacious that unless you soak in a hot tub of water for a long time, it just won't release. And it you try to peel it off cold and dry, it is apt to peel away the skin as well. Something to keep in mind, honey. Raise your arms, honey, while I perform this chore for you." Like I said, the voice was stern but when supplemented with 'honey,' Rachel knew that all was right with the world.

Oh, Rachel knew how to entertain Mistress's guests. It wasn't much different than being down at The Club, it was only that they were sitting right there and she was susceptible to being touched or grabbed or pinched by any of the mixed guests. Some of the female-looking guests were much more aggressive than one female should have been towards another but Rachel's experience had already identified them as being TV's, just like her although she hadn't had that thought in many a moon. Conversely, some of the males had more than a curiosity interest in her and she pegged them as dykes. She whispered to one of dykes, "Your girl has a lot of her masculinity left in her, she wanted to feel me up where you wouldn't want a good girl feeling me up." Rachel moved away quickly, no sense getting involved in a matter between a dyke and a TV slave, it's a family matter. She rang her bells a bit louder than usual to let them know that she knew her place. Why, everybody's got problems, don't you know.

It was several days later that Rachel was sorting the mail for Mistress and called out, "I have an application and questionnaire from a TV who is interested in improving her feminine persona. And she has included a fully dressed photo of herself and from the looks of things, she looks as though she fits the profile.

Mistress replied, "Oh yes, that must be Stephen St. James. We had him in The Club several weeks ago and Tricia and Richelle did their preliminary exploration on him. He was dressed sort of hokeyish even for a male when he came to The Club and you can see by the way he is dressed en femme that he will need quite a bit of training to draw flies, so to speak. Good eye, Rachel, with a little glamorization she looks as though she can be trained to be one of the girls. Rachel shivered as she recalled being divested of all of her dignity in the training process. Mistress could see Rachel in that sort of depressed mood and interjected herself, "But, honey, you do see how valuable that training was and how useful it is to you now?" And sonbitch, Rachel had to answer, "Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress," as she got a light pinch on a nipple and a "Good girl, Rachel, good girl."

The BSers had sent their team to check out Stephen's living arrangements and confirmed that he was indeed living alone in a single house, double attached garage with two cars. The neighbors acknowledged his presence and pretty much accepted him as a harmless loner with few friends that they could see. From The BSers standpoint, it was an ideal situation. They were ready to move on him.

And so it was that Rachel talked with Stephen on the phone, "Yes, we've set you up for the week of the tenth. You say you must drive two hours to get here. Right. And you can't leave work until 4:30. That'll work. Go home immediately after work, get yourself dressed en femme, just like in the photo will be fine and put on full make-up and wig. Pack your make-up kit, several changes of outfits for the week and whatever else you think you will need. We can go shopping for anything else that you might need. Oh, by the way, we do not want you to let anyone know where it is you are going, why you are going and when you will be back. And we do not want you bringing anything of a male nature with you. And be informed that The BSers are very strict in adhering to their time schedule. Call me when you are ready to hit the road and I will give you your driving instructions." And now that the formal instructions had been given, Rachel closed with a reassuring, "Oh, Stephen, you are going to have so much fun meeting the other girls here, they're all looking forward to meeting you." And it was after she hung up the phone that Rachel realized that what she was doing made her a part of The BSers organization and that she was just in another phase of her training.

Stephen listened closely as Rachel stated, "Drive north on the interstate at the posted speed limit for one hour and ten minutes, then call me back." And it was at the stated time that Rachel was giving added instructions, "Turn left after leaving the interstate and drive at the stated speed limit for twenty minutes. Call me back right after you go under the viaduct, don't get caught for any minor traffic violations. And sure enough, Stephen could see the viaduct ahead of her and in response to her call, heard "Left turn at the gas station on the corner, two blocks down the street and pull over to the curb. Get out of the car and walk down the street, don't forget to take your purse with you." And the ever helpful Rachel added on her own, "It's a sort of busy street, a nice enough neighborhood but they won't appreciate your taking the time for a quickie, you know what I'm sayin'?

The driving was no big thing for Stephen but he was relieved that he made it without attracting any undue attention. It was actually the first time that he had been out in public dressed en femme but he noted that the longer he had been out, the more comfortable he felt. But his heels were hurting his feet but it had to be a no never mind as he tried to project a sense of dignity in his walk. And it was approaching seven thirty, the skies were darkening and the early contingent of the night people were already on the streets. He scanned the bars and saw the inevitable 'girls, girls, girls' signs. It was at about the third girlie joint that the uniformed barker stepped in front of him sort of accidentally like and whispered, "Stephen, Rachel is behind that door there, I suggest you get in there pretty quick, it's nearing seven thirty."

Stephen was taller than Rachel had expected, particularly in his four inched heels. Rachel could fall back on her own first experience and sensed Stephen's uneasiness. Rachel gave him a hug, feeling the mounds of foam rubber which Stephen had encased in a bra. But what the hey, a hug is a hug. "I'm glad that you got here without incident, Stephen I'm Rachel, give me the keys to the car and I'll have one of the boys go pick it up. They'll bring your bag in."

And then it was inside to meet Darryl who had a refreshment at the ready together with a hearty welcoming hug. They seemed to be all huggers there, boys hugged boys, boys hugged girls, girls hugged girls and girls got hugged back by the boys. For Stephen, it had indeed been an ordeal. He drank the refreshment quicker than he should have and Darryl quickly refilled it. He met Tricia and Richelle in their hostess gowns and was somewhat awed by their glamourous look – but, hey, they were showing a lot of skin, a whole lot of skin but he wasn't at feeling offended by it. And it made it easy for him to begin returning the hugs, aw, they don't mean nothing by it. But he found it easy to join the crowd.

Actually, Stephen felt a bit frumpy now that he was in the company of the night life crowd. It was the first time that he had been out of the closet by Rachel had convinced him that the only way to really get in the swim was to jump. Further, she added, "You're not going to make much progress if you don't get help from sympathetic GG's, (that's a genetic female, don't you know, that's like a girl who was born a girl, I don't even know what the second G is for but you know what I mean) who will advise you on what to do and what not to do. To do otherwise, you would become a girl of your own imagination and you'd really be missing out on what a girl really is, or something like that. Rachel ended up with, "Come on in the back and let's get you ready to join the party."

The entourage proceeded to the back room and in no time at all, Stephen found himself responding to a simple request, "Let's get yourself undressed so we can get started on the transformation process." Stephen was amazed at how quickly he was responding to instructions, joshing with the girls all along the way. Rachel smiled noting his docile nature and overall amicability (don't look it up, I think I made up a new word) and likened it to her own situation – damn, they must have doped up her 'on the house' refreshments the same way. She couldn't help but curse The BSers but quickly took back everything that she had even thought about them. After all, without them, she would still be Raymond.

Stephen got himself undressed and sonbitch, he found himself standing on the pedestal as the girls checked him out as though he were a piece of merchandise. It was a hands on inspection, hands on in the strictest sense of the term. But Stephen responded to the orders, "Raise your hands, please, clasp your hands behind your ears, elbows back." But damn, he heard himself crying out somewhat laughingly, "Ladies, please don't squeeze the melons." He cringed when he felt the fingers toying with his nipples and heard, "Rachel, do male nipples grow larger when you tease them?" Stephen leaned himself forward as though to protect his nipples but heard, "Don't do that, Stephen, stand up straight." He had his legs clenched but felt the hand roughly go in there and aaaaagh, scoop it out, just scooped it right out – the whole enchilada, can you believe one of the girls would have done that. Why not, Stephen, why not, I saw one of the guys one time grab a female and shake her like a rag doll.

Stephen had survived the first of his ordeals. It was just a warm up to check on the effectiveness of the two 'on the house' drinks that he had taken. They had absolutely no problem with him as he stood docilely under the shower. They lathered him up from head to foot, under arms as well as down there while including him in their incessant chatter. And he was blabbering along with them, spilling his guts so to speak. And all the while, the newly developed depilatory cream was doing its deed. They showered him off and sonbitch, he was sparkling clean, no, I don't mean clean of dirt and stuff, he was sparkling clean. From below his eyes, he was sparkling clean, did I say sparkling clean, divested of all his bodily hairs from below his eyes, why his body was a free of bodily hairs as was the female. The girls padded him dry before applying the body lotion and powder. And they were all over him, commenting on how smooth his entire body was in it's like new condition. Only one way to check for smoothness, honey. And Stephen was loving it as he checked himself out for himself.

They flung a robe about him as they moved him to the next station where they applied the facial make up and set the wig atop his head. The poor sonbitch participated in all the activity, "Yes, I have to go to work when we get through here, will my eyebrows grow back by then?" And they laughingly replied, "Eyebrows grow back so slowly, Stephen, you'll get used to the new shape that we are imparting to them – oh sure, you're going to get some strange looks at times but honey, that's going to be the new you. You don't have a problem, they do – don't worry about it." Stephen grinned as he replied, "Sounds right to me," but by that time he was feeling a bit drowsy. He felt the comforting teasing of his nipples. There was a broad grin on his face as he fell off into a deep slumber.

  

  

  

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