Part 4: Who's That Girl?

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

On the second day settling in at Kat's country house, any time I spent out of bed I wore nothing but a thong cleaving my buttocks, and a pair of strappy high heels. I looked and felt like a wanton slut as I moved around the house, getting used to my new figure. I wasn't at all sure what day of the week it was, or how long it had been since they had picked me up from my former apartment and given me my new look, all I knew was that it must be the end of June. I was still taking a lot of painkillers to keep me... well, if not happy, then certainly pain-free.

Kat and Lisa-Mae had conspired to arrange for me to get breast implants, using what I took to be a combination of Rohypnol, some medical documents in Kat's name, and the pair of them convincing me in my trance-like state that my name was Kat's name. How long I had been kept in a woolly state, I had no idea, but it worked for their purposes. I fairly freaked out when I came to, and even the next morning still wasn't fully able to grasp what had happened.

They had also made me blond, put me on a diet to get me slimmed down, and (it was revealed to me by Lisa-Mae) I needn't worry about shaving any longer: my facial and body hair would be treated with depilatory creams and sprays, which (she said) would keep me smooth-skinned for as long as needed.

All I could do was take each day as it came, and just get on with it. There was nothing I could do to change my situation, so I made a decision to live with it. Besides, the prospect of household chores aside, it was kind of fun being a girl with Lisa-Mae and Kat; in an odd way I felt my summer had been safely taken care of.

Certainly, they made sure to take care of me during the start of my stay. The pain in my chest wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, and they helped me wash my hair (moving my arms led to some peculiar feelings in my chest, which I wasn't entirely comfortable with).

On the third morning, Kat entered my room for my wake-up call, wearing a very tight spandex top and tight little hotpants that left little to the imagination. I tried not to stare at her too much. She had brought a box in with her and placed it next to me on the bed.

"Morning, sweetie!" she said, "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Still a little sore," I told her, "But it's much better than it was."

"That's good - I'm glad to hear that," she said, "You should keep taking the painkillers, but hopefully you won't need them soon."

My eyes strayed to the box she carried.

"I have a small present for you," she said, "If you're going to be our maid here, Lisa-Mae and I want you to look the part. So with that in mind, you will wear this..." she patted the box "...whenever you are attending your chores."

"What is it?" I asked, and with a frown, opened the lid. The contents were black and white latex.

"Ah," I said as it dawned on me, rummaging through the contents, "it figures."

"Put the knickers on first," Kat ordered. I got out of bed, fetched a large-looking pair of black rubber knickers from the box and squeezed into them. They covered my whole rump (a change from wearing the thong, at least), and were generously cut around my hips, coming all the way up to my waist. A small, frilly pink lining ran around the edges.

"Now the dress," she said, reclining on the bed as I examined it, checking to see which way round it went.

"You're going to be our maid here."

"Um, I may need some help getting into this," I told her.

"Of course," she said, "let me help you."

She unzipped the back, and lowered it over my outstretched arms and head. With a little assistance I guided my arms through the sleeves and she zipped me up. The uniform tightened and hugged my body, cupping my large, protruding breasts. The skirt was almost obscenely short; I think that was the intention. I was grateful for the protection offered by the knickers.

I noticed there were a few more items left in the box, all in white latex. Kat brought them out and knelt in front of me.

"Put your foot out," she said, and I did as she ordered. She rolled a white latex stocking up my leg, past my calf, past my knee, all the way up my thigh. My whole leg was encased in shiny white latex, clamped around my limb like a second skin.

Kat helped me put the other stocking on, until both my legs matched, with just a suggestive gap of flesh between the top of the stockings and the hem of my tiny skirt.

"You look perfect, petal!" Kat commented, "Turn around."

I turned around and she placed a white latex apron around my waist, with a thick apron-string that fastened at the back.

"I think you're almost done," she said, "just get into your heels and you'll be ready."

I put my shoes on, and stood before her; a sluttish maid.

"How do you feel now?" she asked. She had frequently asked this throughout the previous day.

"Ready to serve," I replied, my heart beating strongly in my chest. I thought I would being dominated, and the kinky costume delighted me further. Kat raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Good," she said, simply.

And that was when it really did feel like I had started as their slave maid. They had already taken complete control of my life and my every movement.

"As agreed in your contract, you are responsible for cleaning one room every morning, in a weekly cycle around the house," she said, "You will be responsible for washing clothes, bedding, dishes, latex clothing - Lisa-Mae will supervise - and for keeping the gym and dungeon in a... how shall I put it? A 'sanitary condition'."

"Okay," I said.

"Afterwards, you can spend time with us and enjoy being part of a girls' world," she said, smiling sweetly at me, "But you can start by getting our breakfast. Run along, now!"

She playfully spanked my backside as I left the room.

	"I thought I would enjoy being dominated."

"We've decided to have a nice, slow day at the pool," Kat announced after breakfast, "just to help you acclimatize to your new body."

"We can help you get used to it," said Lisa-Mae with a wink.

We went off to change. In my chest of drawers, I found a swimsuit. Putting it on felt incredible. It squeezed my breasts together, and was generous enough at the crotch that I didn't feel the need to tuck myself away. After all, they had accepted me now, and should be beyond such worries. I looked feminine enough.

Or so I thought, until Kat stopped by the doorway and saw me.

"Oh, sweetie! Put it away," she said, "please!"

"It does ruin the effect," said Lisa-Mae.

I sighed and proceeded to tuck myself away. But whatever I did, it just didn't seem right, and there was always a tell-tale bulge in the gusset.

"Can't I just make do?" I asked, "I mean, don't I look girly enough?"

"Well, no!" said Kat, "Petal, girls don't have huge cocks hanging out like that!"

I smiled at her description of me having a 'huge cock'. Very flattering!

"I know," said Lisa-Mae, "I think I can sort you out."

"If you can do better than this, I'd like to see you try!" I told her.

"We could always snip it off," said Kat. The throw-away comment made my blood run cold for a moment. The breasts were one thing. Joking about anything extra simply wasn't funny. I think the girls caught my sudden shift of mood.

Lisa-Mae stood close to me. With her back to Kat, she reached down to my crotch and felt around my genitals.

"Put your arms around me," she said. I did so.

She carefully fondled my balls, bringing me close and then squeezed my scrotum, hard.

I squealed and yelled with pain, slightly dizzy with shock, tightening my arms around her. I felt her tuck my penis back before removing her hand. I fell to my hands and knees, panting and moaning in a high-pitched voice.

"What did you do?" asked Kat. I wondered about that myself.

"I squeezed his balls inside his body," Lisa-Mae replied, "They'll be all right."

That's what you think, I thought, as the pain became a dull ache. Once I stopped reeling from the shock in my groin, I stood up and looked at the mirror in my room.

Three hot girls with big tits, in swimsuits.

And I was one of them.

Together, we headed to the pool. The sound of lapping water had taken on an oddly erotic connection in my brain, as Lisa-Mae lowered herself into the pool.

"Not too warm, not too cold," she said with an echoing voice, and pushed away into the water. Kat was next in, and stood in the shallows looking at me as I sat at the poolside.

"Well, come on in, petal!" she beckoned. Lisa-Mae leaned by the poolside.

"Let's swim!" she urged.

"Let's swim!"

I slipped into the water, feeling the cool liquid line move up my body. Again, my nipples hardened. I stared at them in disbelief; what on earth was going on? Were they always going to do this? I dipped myself lower into the water, feeling the pleasing coolness of the water surround by back, sides and breasts. As I walked forwards through the water, I could feel the cool water soothe my crotch and flow around my trapped penis; I was acutely aware of my body's every sensation in the water.

"So, what do you think of the new you?" Kat asked.

"I'm glad it's just for the summer," I said, "I'm not sure if I want to get used to this."

"Why not? Lisa-Mae and I already told you we'll treat you as one of the girls. You already look the part. Give it time, and you'll feel the part, too."

"I'm just trying to keep calm about it," I told her, "I'm still in shock. I occasionally look at myself and I love what I see. I feel sexy. But I'm holding back a whole load of panic because... none of this is real! I'm not a girl, but I've been forced to look like one. I fancy girls, girls turn me on, but that doesn't mean I've ever thought about being one!"

"You wanted to get closer to us, didn't you?" said Kat.

"Yeah, but I didn't think I'd have to do all this!"

"I think you'll come to appreciate it," said Kat, "Think of it this way: we can relate to you as a girl far better than we could ever relate to you as a boy."

"Because of the sex thing?"

"We all know you fancy the pair of us. Boys never 'just fancy' girls, they want to have sex with them as well."

"And you think that by... by... giving me breasts... and dressing me up, that will suddenly go away?"

"You feel sexually frustrated?"

"Yes! I see you two and I wish I could hold you close and feel you. But then I remember that despite all this..." I cupped my breasts for emphasis, "...I'm a guy, and... I can't."

"Well, what if I told you that Lisa-Mae and I will treat you as nothing but another girl? If you touch us, we'll see it as a girl touching us; a lesbian like ourselves. As far as we're concerned, you aren't male at all. That's how it's going to be this summer. Think of yourself as a lesbian. Perhaps then, you'll understand where I come from a little more."

I thought about this, and tried not to look at her. I looked around the pool, at Lisa-Mae splashing in the deep end, at the water lapping at the side, and then at Kat's wet body, water dripping on her swimsuit and trickling between her breasts. I looked at her face. She looked back, observing and studying.

"Can I touch you?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied.

I reached out and carefully placed a hand on her breast. She stiffened at first, but then slowly relaxed. I guess she was having a hard time thinking of me as a girl as well, despite what she said.

"May I kiss you?" I asked. She hesitated.

"Not yet. Wait until I get used to you. As a girl, I mean."

I must have looked downcast. She bit her lip, obviously nervous.

"You can kiss me here," she said, pointing to her chest.

I slowly knelt in front of her, placed my arms around her back, and kissed her between her breasts. I slowly kissed up her chest, and onto her neck.

"That's enough... enough, petal!" she said, insistently patting my back.

Her face was flushed.

"Phew! I don't want you getting me hot and flustered, sweetheart! Perhaps later, but not now; it's too soon."

We stared at each other for a while. I realized, in a deep way, just how attractive she was. I had well and truly fallen under her spell. My penis throbbed insistently in my gusset. I shifted uncomfortably with my trapped erection. It wouldn't subside. I excused myself to go to the toilet, and took the opportunity to masturbate. Boy, was I glad to still have all my equipment!

The rest of the day was spent lounging by the pool, swimming, and chatting in the Jacuzzi. I was becoming accustomed to my new body. We had a light lunch, and spent the afternoon doing more of the same. It was a pleasant day.

Shortly before dinnertime, Lisa-Mae and Kat took a shower together at the poolside shower stall. I was instructed to wait by the door, where they could keep an eye on me. They teased with each other a little, and washed each other's hair. When they were finished, they toweled each other dry and turned their attention to me, still standing in my cold, clammy swimsuit.

"Good girl," Kat cooed, "now before we wash you, I just want to give you a warning: no more orgasms."

"We heard you in the bathroom earlier on," said Lisa-Mae, remembering, "You filthy girl!"

"It's disgusting!" said Kat, "If you're going to be a girl, you have to act like one, petal. Forget about that little thing tucked between your legs - we are simply not going to have sex with you. Ever."

I remained quiet. Couldn't I do anything right?

"I'll let it go this time," she said, "But I don't want to find out about you doing it ever again."

"We can always watch over you in the shower," said Lisa-Mae, "and keep it out of arm's reach when you go to bed."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Every night, from now on, we could tie your hands to the bed," she said, "That would stop you from... arousing yourself."

"Don't I get any kind of release?" I asked, "Ever?"

"Not from your penis," said Lisa-Mae, "There are other ways!"

"You're going to be a girl now," said Kat, "So remember this rule: no touching yourself!"

I was speechless. The summer suddenly looked a lot longer than I had anticipated.

"Now, stick your hands up, girl!" Lisa-Mae demanded, helping me take the swimsuit straps off my shoulders while Kat took something from underneath the towels.

"What?" I asked.

"Your hands: keep them up where we can see them!"

I raised my arms.

"Into the shower!"

I stepped into the shower as she ordered, my hands still in the air.

"Put your hands up by the shower rail," said Kat, standing behind us.

I reached up, and Kat quickly cuffed my wrists together, over the rail. Once again, I was unable to lower my arms.

"Like I said, we can't have you touching yourself," said Kat, "and I think I know what bad girls like you might do in the shower when you're alone; well not in my place, you don't!"

Lisa-Mae pulled my swimsuit down, freeing my penis at last. She turned the shower on, and a warm spray descended. Kat stood and watched as Lisa-Mae soaped my body. I suspect Kat wanted to make sure Lisa-Mae didn't try anything with me as well.

	"You make a really good girl."

"You make a really good girl," Lisa-Mae sighed, touching my breasts, "You just have to learn to live like one."

Her hands stroked my body, sending shivers up my spine. In the heat and the steam, my lust grew.

"Oh! Oh! Lisa-Mae, he's getting excited," Kat warned. She looked away.

"Bad girl!" Lisa-Mae scolded, briskly slapping my erection. The touch only excited me further.

"I think we need to cool her down," Kat suggested. Lisa-Mae smiled, and looked into my eyes with mischief. She stepped back, took the shower from the bracket and dialed the temperature down. The jet of water spraying on me quickly turned ice-cold. I shrieked with surprise.

"She sounds just like a girl, doesn't she?" Kat taunted.

"Let's see if we can do that again!" Lisa-Mae said with delight. She bent over and directed the freezing spray up between my legs. Icy numbness hit my backside and scrotum, tickling my thighs. I cried out again, with an even higher-pitched voice.

"Wow, she is a girl!" Kat laughed as I continued gasping. Lisa-Mae turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Kat toweled her dry.

"Poor little sweetheart, I think she's had enough, don't you?" said Lisa-Mae.

Lisa-Mae toweled me dry, tucked my tiny, cold, shriveled penis and scrotum away and slipped my thong back up my legs, once again making me look like a perfect woman. My wrists were released from the curtain rail, and I tried to get the blood flowing in my arms again.

"All your showers will be done like this," Kat told me, "girls together; that's what it's all about."

*

I was thankful for small mercies: if I was to wear figure-hugging clothes, like hotpants, bike shorts, tights or swimsuits, then Lisa-Mae would now take it upon herself to grab my balls and squeeze them out of sight, and I would tuck my penis away under the gusset. The rest of the time, though, wearing skirts, or dressed as a maid or tied to my bed while I slept, I was allowed to go 'un-squeezed'. This also gave me hope: neither Lisa-Mae nor Kat wanted to risk damaging me in any long-lasting way, so I was confident that I would be returned to my masculine state before too long. Of course, I wasn't the one to decide how long 'too long' was.

Happily, I found that my household chores meant that for one day a week, while I was cleaning one of the toilets, I could masturbate briefly, allowing myself a sneaky orgasm to keep my frustration at bay. I daren't risk any more in case I was caught, but it allowed me to keep my sanity in an otherwise surreal situation.

After allowing me to get used to the new situation, it wasn't only cleaning around house that I had to do whilst in costume; I was also expected to render personal services. Nothing dirty, mind you, just massaging their feet, toweling them dry after a bath or shower, fetching and serving their chilled wine while they reclined in their bikinis on the roof loungers and so on. Kat appropriately acted as the mistress of the house.

Both of them acted as my mentors in behaving like a female. Within days, I was an accomplished lipstick-applier, a finger- and toenail painter (another service I rendered to them). I was told to brush my hair differently, instead of combing it like I would if I was still completely masculine; I ended up with a bob cut.

I was also taught how to curtsy properly, even in very high heels. (Kat was delighted, and said she wanted me to curtsy whenever I wanted to speak to them in my 'maid mode'.) Between my whispering and occasional curtsying, and meekly acting as an obedient, submissive servant, I started to feel comfortable with my lowly status. I was only treated as an equal when out of my maid outfit. The maid's costume was starting to lose its appeal as a turn-on; it was now becoming associated more with squirting bleach around the toilet bowl, dishwashing liquid and far more mundane and menial tasks. Maybe Kat and Lisa-Mae still enjoyed their sex-pot slave wearing it. At least, I hoped so.

Lisa-Mae tried to coach me in speaking more like a girl as well, but it wasn't too successful: in my teens, my voice hadn't just broken, it was wrecked. As a compromise, it was decided that whenever I was dressed as a maid, I should speak in a whisper.

When I started feeling more comfortable with it all, I agreed to let them take pictures of us, specifically me doing girly things. I was photographed in the gym, in the pool, in bikinis and swimsuits, in shorts and in skirts, painting my nails, putting my lipstick on, posing in my maid costume, playing with Kat, playing with Lisa-Mae, posing with both together. I had my picture taken with a glorious sunrise, sunbathing under the mid-afternoon sun, and enjoying the sunset. I had one picture taken in Kat's lingerie: a basque with garters, fishnet stockings and high heels. As the days passed, I built up quite an intimate and happy portfolio.

"I'm glad you've accepted your body."

About a fortnight after I first woke in Kat's house, I was just finishing my morning chores when Kat approached me in one of her gym outfits.

"I'm really glad to see you've settled in," she said, "into the house, your role as our maid, and most importantly, I'm glad you've accepted your body. I would say embraced, but that may be a little too far, wouldn't it?"

"Thank you," I whispered, "I'm taking each day as it comes."

"Anyway, why don't you join Lisa-Mae and I in the gym when you're done?" she asked, "There are a few things we'll need to discuss."

I was intrigued. I freely stared at Kat's gorgeous, unattainable backside as she strolled off along the corridor, an act of lust which I suspected the girls indulged in with me as well.

I finished washing the dishes from breakfast and headed to my room, which now had a selection of perfumes and make-up building up on the shelves. It was a soft, feminine touch at odds with the ankle and wrist cuffs and chains attached to the corners of my bed.

My own simple spandex sports kit lay on the bed. I disrobed, peeled off the latex stockings and briefs, and checked my body in the mirror again. I had taken to sucking in my gut a little more often, and staring at my reflection. In some ways, I still couldn't quite believe it was me I was staring at.

I shook myself out of my reverie and slipped the shorts on, taking care to tuck myself away as much as I could. I pulled the top over my head and felt it press firmly against my mountainous boobs. I felt... stacked.

I wandered down the hallway to the gym, hoping that I was sufficiently tucked away for Lisa-Mae not to have to grab my balls and squeeze them into oblivion again.

"Well, hell-ooo!" said Lisa-Mae full of enthusiasm as she slowed to a halt on the treadmill, "You look fine today, girl!"

"Those shorts fit you very nicely," said Kat, eyeing my nether regions.

"And you've done a good job hiding yourself as well," said Lisa-Mae looking at my crotch. I smiled shyly.

"You're getting better and better every day," said Kat.

"You said we had to discuss something?" I asked with my whisper.

"Yes," said Kat, "Lisa-Mae and I were talking about going out. It's been nearly two weeks and we're getting a bit bored of it, now."

"We can't stay stuck in here all summer," said Lisa-Mae, "And you'll have to go out further than our morning runs."

We went out every day, jogging in the countryside where nobody else could see us.

"We could try going out at the weekends, maybe getting summer jobs and that sort of thing," said Kat, "We've had several ideas about how the three of us could earn a little extra money, and I think you might quite enjoy them too. But there's one thing that stops us."

"Your voice," said Lisa-Mae.

"So, I did a little research on the internet and you can get these collars which make your voice sound higher or lower in pitch, and make other changes as well, but all we need is something simple that will allow you to speak normally. What do you think?"

"Sounds intriguing," I nodded with a whisper and a smile.

"There are a few places in the city that sell them, so we might try there and make a shopping trip out of it; I'll call around and see if they have anything for you," said Kat, "and we can also get some more clothes for you while we're at it. You need more than just your maid's uniform and our hand-me-downs!"

"The more we've talked about it, the more I've been looking forward to choosing your wardrobe for you!" said Lisa-Mae.

"So, we'll finish up here, shower and get ready to go out for the day. Ready to meet your public?"

I swallowed nervously and gave them a shy smile. It was going to be a long day, I could tell.

	"I'll call around and see if they have anything for you."

I lifted some of the weights and ran on the treadmill, admiring Kat and Lisa-Mae's bodies. I suspected they knew I was perving at them but they didn't do anything to stop me. If anything, I believe they may have been posing and showing off to encourage it.

I felt honored that I should be allowed into their world, join them in their activities, and do feminine things, being treated as a woman. I know plenty of guys who would have given their right arms to get as close as I had, and see them in their underwear, or their bikinis, or swimming (of course, you could argue that if you gave your right arm for that, there wouldn't be much point... but I digress). The drawback was that despite living with them, my interest in them was totally unrequited, at least in practical terms. I was being driven desperately crazy by lack of sex, and little could be done about it.

When I left the gym, I felt Kat's hand on my backside, as though she were pretending to push me out of the room. Was that a sign of interest, I wondered. Little things like that kept my hopes alive. After we had all showered and been lightly perfumed, Lisa-Mae and Kat conferred with each other about what to wear. In the end, they chose three short, tight dresses. Lisa-Mae opted for a little black number, Kat a classy blue design. For me--what else?--they chose a provocatively bright, sexy red dress. When I put it on, I admired my body in its tight embrace, but was slightly concerned that my breasts should make a bid for freedom. I daren't tug the dress any higher, because it was extremely short. The only thing worse that my boobs popping out was the possibility of my knickers going on display. Since dresses were one of the few things I could wear without being tucked and squeezed out of sight, the second it rode up, people would see that I was a man. Maybe I could pretend I had nowhere else to put my purse and valuables?

The subsequent drive into the city took a while, but I didn't mind the sunshine, the fresh air and change of scenery.

Kat parked near the city centre, where shoppers bustled past. Not many people took too much notice of us, but I was hyperaware; every woman could be ready to point a finger a scream "Fake!" at me, every man could be ready to pounce and grab me unawares. I suddenly realized why some paranoid women are led to believe that 'all men are rapists'. Of course, no man did grab me, which is just as well (because, speaking as a man, very few men are rapists). As Lisa-Mae reminded me again, she and Kat would do all the talking: until I had a collar put on, my voice would be a giveaway.

"I... was slightly concerned that my breasts should make a bid for freedom."

The three of us strode along the high street, heels clacking purposefully on the ground as we went. I noticed glances from passers-by, obviously judging us to be three young women, possibly of low moral values, out shopping together. Older people seemed to give this look disdainfully, younger women with a look of either neutrality or competition, and younger men with... eagerness.

I was taken around several fashion shops, where I was encouraged to try on dresses, tops, skirts, shoes, shorts, leggings, trousers, boots... I was made to understand how certain colors clash, and some, which to the untrained (for which I understood to mean 'male') eye were acceptable combinations, were in fact terrible ideas. In short, I was being given an induction into the reasons why women need so many shoes. This lack of knowledge--and lack of wardrobe--was soon amended by Kat, who seemed to be quite at ease putting it all on her credit card. This made me uneasy. The clothes were for me. She was paying. How would I pay her back?

Part of the answer, I suspected, came in a 'party clothing' shop. Kat bought the three of us a pair of tight, knee-high boots each, as well as miniskirts in PVC and leather, and tight spandex tops with what Lisa-Mae and Kat agreed were appropriate slogans. When they came out of the changing rooms, Lisa-Mae was the proud possessor of a top that read, "I Like Boys and Girls" (chosen for her by Kat, who may or may not have been reminding us about the incident at the party that started all of this), and Kat had the words "I [love] Sex" stretched across her cleavage. Lisa-Mae gave me my top, a bandeau that I slipped onto my enlarged chest, to be greeted with the word 'Bitch' in bold letters. Aha, I thought, that would be my place in the pecking order for all to see. The irony was, most people would read it and assume it meant I had a bossy attitude, and was therefore leader of the group. If only! Still, the trip was worth it, just to see them trying on different clothes. To be fair, I rather enjoyed it too.

At last, we came down a quiet street to the shop Kat had been talking about, a trove of fetish goods: everything from toys to clothes and literature. Kat spoke with an assistant, who brought out the collar from behind her counter. We were the only four people in the shop.

"May we try it on?" Kat asked.

"Of course," the assistant replied, "Who's the lucky one?"

I meekly raised a finger.

"Come here, then," said the assistant, who reached behind me and fastened the collar around my neck.

"Not too tight? You're not choking or anything? Good. Now is this to go lower or higher in pitch?" she asked.

"Higher," Lisa-Mae told her.

"She's actually a man," Kat announced. I blushed with the most severe embarrassment I have ever known.

"Really? Really?! No way!"

"It's true," I said in my normal voice.

"Well, honey, you make a damn good woman," the assistant said appreciatively as I fastened the collar around my throat, "Okay, try it now. Say something. Speak normally."

There was an expectant pause.

"Hello?" I said, and was instantly shocked at the change in my voice. Instead of my usual, male tones, I sounded... girly.

	"I sounded... girly."

"Say something else!" said Lisa-Mae, grinning excitedly.

"What should I say?" I asked in my feminine voice.

"Say, 'I am your bitch, and I will obey your every command'," said Kat, smiling her toothy grin.

The shop assistant laughed.

"Whoa, these girls have got you whipped!" she cackled.

"Go on," said Kat.

"I am your bitch," I said, in a sultry female voice, "and I will obey your... every... command." I winked and made a kissing gesture at them. The three women all laughed uproariously, the assistant clapping her hands.

For the next few minutes, Kat and Lisa-Mae came up with suggestions for things for me to say, which were so degrading and humiliating, the shop assistant was reduced to tears of mirth as they all laughed at me in my predicament: "I want a real man"; "I'll suck your cock if you suck mine"; "I want you to cum in my face"; "I'm a bitch whore and I can't get enough of it"; "I want to feel you inside me"; and a selection of moans and other orgasmic sounds. After the demonstration, Kat paid for it then and there. Then, Lisa-Mae and I went browsing through the toys and novelty clothing. Lisa-Mae asked me to read aloud the instructions or descriptions on each box. It was good practice, and the shop was quiet enough that I wasn't humiliated in front of any more people. I was just thankful for small mercies.

"Let's go out and see how good it is!" Lisa-Mae suggested.

"Yeah!" Kat agreed, "let's see if you can fool people in other shops! That would be the ultimate test!"

And so we went to a cafe, where Lisa-Mae and Kat insisted that I was the one to speak to the waiter and place the order. The waiter was a young man, perhaps slightly older than the three of us were. He did his best not to ogle, but it must have been difficult, given our short skirts, the sexy knee-high boots and the tight spandex tops (my nipples were poking through again, punctuating the word 'Bitch'). He smiled nervously as I placed the order. I gave my usual friendly smile (having worked behind tills before during holiday breaks, I always treat people who serve in shops and restaurants as well as I can; it makes up for the unpleasant customers they may get, I like to think).

"I'll return with your drinks," he said after I finished.

"Thanks," I replied. Normally, with my male voice, I would sound like a guy. With the collar on, my new girly voice came out sounding as though I wanted to thank him more personally, in private.

He smiled widely and left us. I gulped.

Kat leaned over the table.

"Oh, he likes you!" she grinned.

"I was watching him all the way through, and he couldn't tear his eyes off you," Lisa-Mae continued, "If we ever come back here, I think you'll have a fan club!"

"Don't worry, petal," said Kat, "We won't force you to go on a date with him or anything."

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"Maybe later," Kat added, with a mischievous grin.

The waiter returned with our drinks.

"Thank you," I said, hoping to make myself a little quieter. Trouble is, saying 'you' quietly makes your mouth look like you are blowing a kiss.

"You're welcome," the waiter purred and went off to serve another table of newcomers.

"Putty in your hands, eh, petal?" Kat winked at me.

"Maybe we can show you what to do once you have him," said Lisa-Mae.

"With a bit of practice, I'm sure nothing would turn to putty in your hands," Kat added. I blushed

"Maybe we should we get you a boyfriend?" said Lisa-Mae.

"Yes, sweetie, I think you should see what it's like for girls when a boy fancies them," said Kat.

They savored the moment as my face registered shock and disbelief before leaning together and giggling.

"We're only teasing!" said Lisa-Mae.

Kat didn't say anything. The way she pressed her lips around her straw and sucked, winking at me, suggested to me that Lisa-Mae may have been teasing, but Kat certainly wasn't.

I nervously sucked my drink through my straw.

Over lunch, we talked about what jobs we could get over summer. I made a few suggestions, which were all shot down in flames. Bar work, shop work, temping in offices... all ruled out. Clearly Kat had already made her plans.

"How would you like to work with lots of girls?" she asked.

"And be seen by everyone?" said Lisa-Mae.

"We'll be with you all the time as well," Kat assured me.

"You'll get new clothes and probably meet new friends," Lisa-Mae added.

They were both smiling mysteriously at me, the flirts.

"So what do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Modeling," Kat stated, "we'd go to exhibitions, conferences and other events where they need young, pretty girls to dress up in skimpy clothing to woo men to their displays."

I bit my lip nervously.

"If you think it's safe, I'll go along with it," I said, "When would we start?"

"Finally able to speak aloud, I had no idea what to say."

"We have our first job next week," she said, "It's a sexual lifestyles show, and the woman in the shop where we got your collar is one of the organizers. I spoke to her while you were with Lisa-Mae, and she agreed to take us on."

I knew it all along: Kat always has plans.

"I also signed us up with an agency on the internet last week," she continued, "They really liked the photos we've been taking."

I felt a flush of betrayal - I thought nobody else would ever have to see me like this? Still, nobody would know it was me. Kat had promised that, at least. She paid for lunch and we headed back to the car, carrying several large bags of new clothing.

"You know, sweetie, I think this new collar is going to open up a whole new world," said Kat, putting her arm around me.

"Are you ready to open up to it, though?" asked Lisa-Mae.

Finally able to speak aloud, I had no idea what to say. Every step seemed to take control of my life further out of my hands, and into theirs.

  

  

  

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