Story - Plasdrm1

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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.

Plastic Dreams 1 of 19

From: an119803@anon.penet.fi

Date: Sun, 7 Aug 1994 06:34:42 UTC (17 screens)

The following is a story I have written over many years involving fem dom, TV, and plastic & pvc fetish. ____________________________________________________________________

CHAPTER 1 - TV DREAMS

i was deep in sleep, enjoying an erotic dream, when i was rudely awakened by my head being jerked roughly from the pillow. Looking up through my sleep-bleared eyes, i make out standing at the foot of my bed a beautiful, powerful woman , wearing patent black boots with very high heels, black PVC miniskirt, and a shiny black mini PVC coat. She has clipped my wrists into a pair of handcuffs, and has fastened around my neck a thin silver dog collar, studded with jewels, to which is attached a thin chain leading to Her gloved hand. In Her other hand She wields a vicious whip, and She tells me quietly but firmly to get out of bed. As i hurry to obey, as one flick of the end of the whip across my bare flesh is enough to encourage me to obey, She explains that She has chosen me to be Her own personal slave, and that i am to be changed into a pretty young maid.

Once i am standing out of my bed, She passes me a long shiny transparent pink plastic cape, with a hood, which i am told to pull around my shoulders. This is not easy with my wrists tied, but once i have the long coat on, my Mistress, (as i am already thinking of Her as that!!) steps close, fastens the buttons all the way down, and pulls the hood over my head. She then instructs me to step into a pair of high heeled black shoes, which have high ankles with buckled straps. She then strikes me lightly with the whip on my legs, and tells me to sit on the bed, and to lift my feet. When i am in the required position, She pulls the tight straps around my ankles, and fastens the large buckles, making the leather grip my flesh tightly.

i am then pulled to my feet by the chain, and when i am balanced on the slender heels, She pulls the chain attached to my collar toward her, and i approach Her, almost falling. She then takes from the pocket of her shiny black coat a lipstick, and applies a liberal coating of dark red to my lips, finishing off with a layer of gloss. When she is content with Her work, She turns to the door and tells me to follow. We go down the stairs of my house, i tottering on the unaccustomed stiletto heels, out through the front door, and She pulls me into the back seat of Her car which is parked outside.

She locks Her end of the chain to a ring on the front seat of the car, and then gets in behind the steering wheel. As She drives away, She warns me not to shout or try to escape, as i have no clothes on, other than the cape, and i will be most embarrassed if i have to walk back home in a ladies raincoat, high heeled shoes, and lipstick. Soon we draw up at the front door of a large house, in the centre of a neighbouring town, and i am led out of the car by the chain and into the house. Mistress explains that this will be my home from now on and that if i behave myself as a young girl should and serve Her faithfully, i will not be punished, and will be fed and clothed as well as any servant can expect. i will be taught how to be the beautiful girl that i will soon become, and that i will enjoy the experience.

i am shown my bedroom, which is small, with a bed covered in frothy lacy pink bedding, and the curtains are also very feminine. On one side of the room is a well appointed dressing table, with lots of make-up and perfumes, and next to it is a full length mirror.

"Soon you will be admiring your pretty little self in that " my Mistress observes. There is a door leading to a large built-in cupboard, and another leading to my Mistress's bedroom, which is much larger, but also femininely appointed.

The chain is removed from my collar after my promise not to escape has been extracted from me (who would do otherwise with that whip close by, and me with no clothes on? Anyway, i am beginning to warm to the idea.) My hands are released from the handcuffs, but the collar is left on, and my Mistress explains that i must wear it at all times as a symbol of my servitude. It has a secret lock at the back, so i will not be able to remove it. This is a further deterrent to escape, as it is a most feminine collar, and i would have great difficulty explaining its presence around my neck. i am told to take off the pink plastic cape, (my Mistress has noticed my pleasure at being wrapped in this, and uses the knowledge to reward me often later when i fulfil my duties to Her satisfaction).i hang it in Her wardrobe alongside lots of other fabulous plastic raincoats, and i know that there are going to be compensations to my servitude!!

Once i am naked, my Mistress leads me into the large, spacious bathroom, and instructs me to bathe in a bubble bath, with glorious perfume. On leaving the bath, i am passed a large fluffy white towel, and told to pat, not rub my body dry. This, i am told, is to avoid roughening the skin as it is to be peach-like now i am to be a girl. Once dry, i am required to shave closely all over my body.

When She has inspected my body minutely, with thrilling fingers, She takes me into my bedroom, and passes me from the cupboard a delicious pair of frilly white silk Directoire knickers, which i am told to put on. Then She produces a stiff boned Victorian corset, which She places round my body, and then with Her stiletto clad foot in my back, pulls the draw strings tight which forces my waist down to a mere 22 inches. As the frame of the corset bites into my torso, it forces flesh up into the ample cups to give the appearance of firm rounded breasts.

While i am still lying on Her bed, She files my finger and toe nails to as good a shape as she can, before painting my toe nails glossy baby pink. They are not well shaped but She promises me that they , and my finger nails will be seen to shortly. While they are drying, She gives me a black silk mini dress, which fits skin - tightly to my body above the waist, and flares out over my well controlled hips. The hems, plunging neckline, and cuffs are fringed with pretty white broderie anglaise. She also gives me a many tiered silky 'Ra-ra' slip, which makes the pretty little skirt stand out fetchingly.

By now my toe nails are dry, and i am given black seamed silk stockings to pull up over my long legs. I am now glad for the treatment to my nails, as my hands are by now shaking at the excitement of all this, and i fear that my clumsiness combined with rough nails would surely lead to ladders in these sensuously soft stockings. She applies more of the pink nail varnish to my long finger nails.

i am then seated in a chair in front of the dressing table and the full transformation to my face is commenced. Firstly, a pale base is rubbed in to give me a baby doll colour. Rouge is applied to my cheeks to highlight my prominent cheek bones, and my eyebrows, which have already been plucked, are painted back in. Long curly false eyelashes are glued in, and coated liberally with black mascara. She skilfully outlines my eyes with a thin black line which gives real prominence to them, and then a bluey pink eyeshadow is applied around my eyes.

Next, my lips. A dark pink pencil is used to thinly mark the outline of my full lips, and then, with a make-up brush, She fills in between the lines with a shocking pink lipstick, finally coated with gloss to make my mouth into a sexy little pout.

Under the bed She finds a pair of patent black 4 inch stiletto heeled shoes, which i bend to slip over my black silk clad feet. Now for the first test; standing and walking in the delicious heels. After all if i am going to continue my life as a girl, i must become totally proficient in high heels, as they make my legs look so long and shapely. Once i am standing, Mistress points out how crooked are the seams in my stockings, for which i receive a painful slap across my botty. i totter to the mirror, and precariously holding my balance, i bend backwards and straighten the seams to two near-perfect lines.

Next walking practice, and i slowly up and down the bedroom with short careful steps, giggling at the strange feel of height and unbalance. The spiky heels are most unusual, and are at first difficult to keep under the heel, having a tendency to twist the ankle sideways. In my short walks, i get a chance to see the effect in the mirror, and i must admit that the heels really give my long silk-wrapped legs the most feminine shape, even though i look rather ungainly as i wobble shakily on the slender spikes. Oh well, there will be many days to continue with my lessons.

There is work awaiting. My Mistress brings out a cute little white broderie anglaise apron which pins onto the breast of my dress, has long straps which tie in a big bow at the back of my waist, and a little piece with a pocket which sits pertly over the skirt.

Although i have always had long hair for a boy, almost shoulder length, blond and thick, it is not yet quite long enough all over to be dressed properly. Mistress tells me that i will have to have it cut and set in a female style, which can be allowed to grow long to give more scope for styling. For the moment a beautiful blonde curly wig with the hair tied in little white bows all over it is set over my own hair. The ends are curled cutely over my cheeks to frame my beautiful face. There is also a lacy little bonnet, with two long ribbons dangling down the back, which is placed daintily upon my hair, with the ribbons hanging down so that i can feel them on my bare back.

My Mistress promises me that one of my first visits to town will be to have my ears pierced so that i can wear pretty earrings, but for the moment screw- on earrings have to do. Long dangly yellow beads, to match the necklace that She ties behind my neck. My Mistress makes me parade up and down, to twirl on my heels and to pose in front of the mirror, so that i can see what a pretty little girl i have become. i am now ready for work.

As my Mistress is not ready for the day, i have to run Her bath, help Her off with Her clothes, and scrub Her back. When She has finished in the bath, i am required to rub Her gently with a large fluffy towel, lay out all Her day clothes on Her bed and help Her to dress. i must then manicure and paint Her nails, kneeling at Her feet. Next, i apply Her make-up just as She applied mine. But no!! i am clumsy because of my shaky hand and my inexperience and so my Mistress punishes me. How? Deliciously, She takes me over Her knee, pulls up my skirt and pulls down my frilly pants, and then smacks me hard on my buttocks until tears roll down my face. After i have wiped away my tears, i fix my face again, and more carefully finish making up my Mistress. Now i have to brush Her long silky black hair and tie it up into a bun on the top.

My Mistress is now ready for breakfast, and so i trip downstairs into the kitchen, and make toast and coffee. i take it into Her in the dining room, and while She eats, i am expected to curl up at Her feet like a dog. When i have cleared away, washed up, dusted the house, and made the beds, Mistress calls me to get us ready to go out to the shops.

This is my first big test, and i blush with the anticipation of walking out in the streets and around the shops as a boy dressed as a girl. i am sure that everyone will realise, and i will be the object of derision.

But what joy, it is raining, and so i help Her on with Her high heeled patent black boots and a long shiny black raincoat. She takes from the hall cupboard the sweetest little see - through pink plastic mini - cape, with a large hood, two arm slits at the front, deep patch pockets both on the outside and inside, so that one can put one's hands in the pockets when not using the armholes (although it is not too ladylike to put one's hands in one's pockets!!), and with tie strings which i bow under my chin. Its skirt sits out wide over my dress and petticoats, and its shortness makes my legs look even longer!

We walk out into the rain, which runs in little rivers off our coats, as we make our way to the shops. i quiver with embarrassment as i am sure that all the passers by can see that i am a boy dressed in skirts and make-up, but all i get is looks from men. We pass a couple of dishy men, who give us admiring looks and wolf whistles. This is real bliss, as i am for the first time passing as a girl and a pretty one at that. My Mistress's arts at make-up and dress are of a really high standard.

First, i am taken into a jeweller to have my ears pierced, which makes me cry. but my tears are dried by my Mistress buying me a beautiful pair of long heavy yellow enamel earrings, which i cannot yet wear, but will feel delightfully heavy on my ears eventually.

Then we go round the corner to a beauty parlour, where my wig is removed, and my hair is coloured a rich golden blonde, restyled with many fetching curls , and finally it is subjected to a perm which gives lots of body and masses of curls so that i can now wear it without a wig. While my hair is being seen to, a manicurist shapes my finger and toe nails, filing them to elegant curves.

When She is satisfied with the results at the beauty parlour, i put my minicape back on and Mistress then takes me to the fashion floor of a big department store, where we choose a variety of lovely lingerie for me, including panties, suspender belts, waspies, corsets, and night-dresses. My favourite is a pink night set in satin, trimmed with silk. in the changing room, i try everything on and the shop girls don't realise what i am underneath all my pretty clothes. when i try on a baby doll nightie, my Mistress claps Her hands in delight, and cries that i am such a pretty girl, which fills me with joy. On to the dress section, where i try on sweet feminine dresses. i love bubbly soft fabrics, and i look a dream in a pink gingham dress with lots of bows and lace. What will i look like wearing it out in the country?

Next, to the cosmetics counters, where i get bright red lipsticks with matching nail varnish. We don't go near any jeans or slacks, as trousers are too masculine for us two girls. And why all these new clothes? Well, all the clothes i have on except the maid's outfit are my Mistresses, as we are the same size and She has dressed me in them for the first day. So i will have to wash them all when i get home, for my Mistress will want to wear them herself later.

So, of course, i need some new rainwear, and my Mistress knows how i love plastic, as does She,(it is a real dream to share my Mistress's pleasures) so She takes me to a special shop, "Wet Dreams", where plastic raincoats are made to measure in any design and colour that you want. This is heaven; i almost cry with the excitement of it all! My Mistress says that i can choose three, and She will choose three, and as we are the same size She promises to let me wear Her choices if i am good. After seeing all the stunning fabrics and colours, i pick a clear white PVC mini coat, a full green A-line midi which flies out wide when i twirl, and a long baby-blue maxi cape, which has a belt that passes around my back inside the coat, but passes through two slots on the side and ties in front outside the coat so that my figure is accentuated. my Mistress selects a shiny red trench coat with a belt, a shiny white duster coat, and a shiny black long cape. (Have you noticed that my choices of clothes and colours always seem to be girlie and feminine , while my Mistress often chooses more dominant styles and colours? This is because i have come to enjoy my changed status as a girl, and i want to show all the world that i love being pretty, sexy, and female!!)

All our choices are to have large spacious hoods, with both buttons at the throat and long ribbon ties, which are more femininely flattering, and more practical over our hair styles. We neither like the type of hood which has a drawstring around the rim of the hood, as pulling this tight makes the hood sit on the head in a most unflattering way. The shop keeper measures us for fitting, and i thrill when he puts his firm hands around my slender waist to pass the tape measure round. i notice that he flashes admiring glances at my body, and when he helps me back on with my pretty little pink mini coat, he accidentally' runs his hand over my compact little botty, and strokes my neck as he arranges the hood over my hair and bonnet. Of course, as i am wearing a cape, in which my arms are trapped, i cannot push him away, and really i enjoy his caresses on my tingling body. He promises us that the coats will be ready later that day and we can collect them if we like. My Mistress says that as we are the same size, only one of us need come, and so She will send Her maid, me, round to try them on for size, and bring them home. The hunky shopkeeper smiles broadly at that as i am sure he wants to see me again.

It is still raining, so we walk through the rain back to my Mistresses house.It is a delicious feeling for us girls (because i by now really feel that i am one !!) to go shopping together and try on lots of pretty and feminine clothes. And how do i show my gratitude for all the lovely clothes She has bought me? i fall on my knees as soon as we get inside the house, and kiss Her hands, and promise that i will be a faithful servant for ever, as She has been so good to me. My Mistress sends me up to the bedrooms with our packages, and makes me change my clothes into the new ones She has bought for me, except that i must keep on my black silk dress and apron. i have new white 4 inch stilettos, which i wear with tan stockings. My Mistress stands at the bedroom door, watching me change, and smiling at all my little giggles of delight and dances of joy in front of the mirror.

When She has declared that She is satisfied with my new outfit, i am sent downstairs to prepare Her lunch, when i again have to sit at Her feet, but Oh! i would do anything for Her after She has bought all these sweet new clothes. And i have the thrill to look forward to of going to the shop to try on all our raincoats. But first i have to clear away, wash up, and clean my Mistress's long black boots, which have got dirty in the street. And how do i do that! i have to get a cloth, and while She lies back on the couch, i must sit on the floor with the stiletto heels resting sharply in my lap, and i clean and polish them until i can see my pretty face in their shiny leather. My Mistress stands, walks over to the mirror, and checks my work. And guess what! On the back of one i have missed a little bit of dirt. (i'm sure you have also guessed that i did it deliberately as i know what will happen when i am naughty). Yes, my Mistress strides over to me cringing on the floor, kicks me with the pointed toes, and shouts at me to go to my room. i dash upstairs as fast as my high heels will let me, and throw myself on my bed. i am suddenly aware of my Mistress in the room behind me, and i fall on the floor before Her, and beg for mercy for being such a bad girl. She says "Bad girls must be punished, so that they will learn not to be naughty again". She drags me to my feet, sits on my bed, and throws me over Her knee. Again, with my skirt up, and my panties down She thrashes my little botty and i cry that i will try never to be naughty again. After two minutes, She throws me off, sends me to the bathroom to repair my face, and storms out of the room, calling after Her that i am to come down as soon as i am ready. When i get downstairs, She is sitting in the lounge, and says that She has some friends coming that night, and wants cakes, sandwiches, and canaps ready for the evening. i run into the kitchen, determined to make up to my Mistress, and soon i am happy again as i cook and prepare a feast for the party. i am so busy that i hardly notice the time, and a shout from the lounge reminds me that i have to get ready to go and collect the raincoats from "Wet Dreams." i clear up the kitchen collect the little pink mini coat from the hall (even when it is not raining it is so becoming that i swear i would wear it in a heat wave). i knock respectfully on the lounge door, and to the command "come" i present myself to my Mistress, who seems to have forgiven me, as She pats me lovingly on my botty, and says to run along, and warns me not to be picked up by any strange men! Why does She laugh so gaily at that?

i hurry out, and flick up the hood on my coat. i don't put my hands in my pockets as it is not really ladylike, and i have a little matching pink handbag over my shoulder to rest my hand on. Once again, i attract admiring glances as i splash through the rain, and soon i am outside the shop.

And joy! the coats are all ready. i try them all on and they all fit perfectly; i am a naughty girl, as with the long coats the pockets are deep, and i bury my hands in them, which makes the soft pliable material stretch across my breasts. i am sure that the shopkeeper is really excited, and his hands wander a lot when he checks the fittings.

He compliments me on all the coats, and is so impressed that as he packs them into a carrier bag, he lifts down from the shelf a glorious bronze midi plastic coat with buttoned cuffs on tight-fitting sleeves and a large hood with tie strings at the neck.It has lots of pleats just below the shoulders to make it really full, and so it hangs in waves round my body when he helps me on with it. When i have pushed my arms into the sleeves, he buttons the cuffs at my wrists, buttons the coat up the front (taking the opportunity to run his hand over my firm front), pulls the hood up over my blonde curls, and delicately ties the strings in a big bow under my chin. He leads me to the full length mirror where i twirl on my heels, the skirt of the coat flying out in a bronze cloud. "Oh! it's so beautiful, it is a real dream, and the sweetest coat i have ever seen", i cry. "But", i protest, "i have no money for another coat."

But he insists that it is a treat for me as he has never had such a pretty and charming girl to wear the coats that he makes. What a flirt i am; i throw my arms around his neck, and give him a sweet kiss on his cheek. But i know how far a girl should go, and so i pull away quickly before he gets any wrong idea about me, and blush deeply. i thank him most formally for such a generous offer, and assure him that if my Mistress allows me to keep the lovely plastic coat, i will wear it with pride, and try to live up to his kind words about me whenever i am out in the rain in it. He packs the dishy bronze mac into the bag, and asks me to remember him whenever i wear it.

i remember my Mistresses warnings, and so i reach for my pink mini coat. The shopkeeper takes it from me and helps me into the coat, buttoning up the front and tying the bows under my chin. i rush out of the shop, as i am sure that my Mistress will be cross if i tarry too long in town, when i am sure that She wants me to bring home the coats for Her to try on. i rush through the rain, and burst in through the door. and when i pass Her the bag, what is the first coat She pulls out? Of course, the bronze one, so i burst out the story of how i got it, and She tells me that i have been a bad, bad girl to lead on a man like that and i will be punished later, but now i must rush upstairs, bathe ,and put on clean undies , ready for the party.

CHAPTER 2 - PARTY TIME

With real trepidation for the future, i obey Her commands, and am soon soaking my body in a warm deep bubble bath. My hair is tied up in a chiffon scarf, and kept under a large shower bonnet, so that my perm is not damaged. After towelling myself dry, i quickly dress in clean undies over my tightly tied corset ( i have worked out how to fit it tightly round my own body without my Mistress's help), remake up my face, this time using the bright red lipstick and lots of gloss, and don my cheeky little maid's uniform. To go with the black silk, i wear a pair of 4 inch black patent stilettos, which i am getting more used to wearing, and enjoy the way they make me stand so well, and push out my breasts. With my heart a'fluttering at the thought of the promised punishment, i rush downstairs, and serve my Mistress with a dry sherry before retreating to the kitchen to lay out all the food for the party. in no time at all, i am summoned upstairs to help my Mistress shower, make-up (i am now very careful, and i only receive a mild rebuke), and dress Her into a stunning purple satin evening dress, with lots of shiny taffeta ruffs and frills. With matching dark purple lipstick and nails, i am sure that She will be the belle of the ball!

i have just finished straightening Her hair, when the door bell goes, and i gaily trip downstairs (you notice that i am by now quite proficient in running in my four inch heels ). i open the door to a stunning tall redhead, clad in a full length bright red PVC mac, which glistens with the raindrops on it. i welcome Her in and help Her off with Her coat ( this is such dreamy work!!). She asks me if i am new at the job, and as i lead Her into the sitting room, i feel Her hand go under my skirt, and stroke my botty, which tingles with the soreness from its treatment. She detects my squirming, and runs Her fingers inside my panties. i stop, and turn to Her, shy and embarrassed. " i have more for you later" She laughs, and runs a stroke across my breasts. This is going to cost me in pain from my Mistress later, i fear. After i get Her a drink, i leave Her with my Mistress as i hear another ring at the door. As i go out, i hear them discussing me which makes me blush deep red, especially as they are talking about my body, and my pretty clothes as if i was a toy.

in the next half hour, another dozen beautiful women arrive, and many are dressed in sexy plastic rainwear, which i surreptitiously fondle as i put them in the closet. Lots of the arrivals emulate the first, and play with accessible parts of my body, which raises me to heights of excitement. When all have arrived, i go round with a tray, taking orders for more drinks, and serving them with the food that i have prepared. i notice that the main topic of conversation is me, and the ladies are quite unabashed in their openness about their thoughts on my body, clothing, and deportment. When all have finished eating, and i have cleared away the plates, my Mistress calls for silence, and clears a space in the middle of the room. i am then instructed in Her firmest voice to stand in the middle, and my Mistress then relates the story of my crimes of the afternoon. Of course, all Her friends are bubbling with the news that She has bought six new pretty plastic raincoats, and insist that they be allowed to see them. i am sent to collect them, and i trip off to collect them, all smartly hanging in our wardrobes upstairs on hangers, as they crease easily, and we always like to look our smartest when wearing them. When i return to the sitting room, i am quickly surrounded by the friends, all holding the coats up and admiring them.

"Girls, Girls!!" shouts my Mistress, which quickly brings order (Oh! isn't She domineering, not just to me, but to all Her friends). "if you want to see them properly, then let us have a proper fashion show, and Jennifer (that's me, of course) will be our mannequin." i am taken out of the room, into the kitchen by my Mistress, and told to take off my apron and dress, to put on one of the coats, and to step out of the front door, dressed in only my undies, corset, and high heeled shoes, so that the coat can get nice and wet, to show off its features to the best.

What a thrill this is, as the cold plastic against my skin is nerve tingling, and when i am pushed outside the door into the well- lit street, many of the people passing by cast more than a passing glance at me. After a minute, when the raindrops have rattled against the outside of my hood ( that is such sweet music), and some even run down the inside of the hood, making the plastic feel even colder against my skin. When the delicious mac is dripping wet, i am called in, and taken into the sitting room. Well, would you believe that girls could be so forward, with wolf whistles and cat calls. i parade up and down, this time in the long blue maxi cape, twirling like as professional model, and having my botty slapped, pinched, or most delicious, stroked by the audience. i have to open the buttons to the waist, so that there is a tantalising show of my bare leg through the blue plastic. Then i am sent to the kitchen again, to change into the next coat, sent out into the rain, and the whole performance is repeated five times. My Mistress each time selects the coat that i must wear, but i notice that the bronze mac, the cause of my naughtiness, is not amongst the coats.

When the sixth has been admired, fondled, and changed out of, i am called back into the sitting room, still dressed in my undies. i am told to take off my corset, and put on a suspender belt and bra, both in a most feminine shade of pink. This i do to rude shouts and calls which make me blush, and i am almost in tears by the time i am ready. My Mistress then produces the bronze coat, and tells me to explain to all Her friends the circumstances in which i got it. One of the girls says that i should reconstruct the events, and She makes me go through the whole episode with Her acting as the shopkeeper. Of course this is fun for Her, and so all of them insist on having a go, and so i have to put on and take off that delicious bronze mac time after time, and the girls try different ways to excite me.

My Mistress then asks them whether they agree that i have been naughty, and they all agree. She then asks what punishment i deserve, and each is invited in turn to suggest a punishment. The first, the tall redhead, with a wicked look on Her face, really made me cry with Her suggestion. "i suggest that we each be allowed to have Jennifer for a night as our own personal slave, and that we each try out our own ideas as punishments for Her. Then, in two weeks time, we will have another party, if you like at my house, when we will each show our punishment techniques on Jennifer, and the one with the best can have Her for another week as slave as prize."

They all shouted out with enthusiasm for this, while little tears trickled down my cheeks. What was to become of me in the homes of these powerful women? i thought that my Mistress would not wish to share me with Her friends, but She is delighted with the idea, but says that She wants some immediate punishment for me, as i have been such a naughty girl, and must be taught a lesson.

One women. tall stately blonde, says that i should be subjected to figure correction, using a very tightly tied corset, and be made to wear 6 or 7 inch heels, which will remind me that i am now a girl, and that i must act like one. i am led into the hall. and my Mistress produces a thin silk scarf, with which She ties my wrists together. A rope is then passed through my wrists, and the end is looped over a hook high up in the ceiling. The friends then all haul on the other end, and to the accompaniment of my sobbing, and promises to be good in future, i rise up in the air until my feet are no longer touching the floor. The end of the rope is tied to a hook in the wall, and willing hands remove all my clothes, with much fondling of all my most private parts. There are also lots of rude remarks which make me only sob more.

Meanwhile, my Mistress has been to Her bedroom, and returns with a very narrow Victorian corset, firmly boned, in shiny scarlet PVC. it is wrapped round my body, or should i say only about two thirds of my body, as its waist is only 18 inches! All the girls start pummelling my flesh, and the drawstrings on the corset are gradually pulled tighter, while my breath comes harder and harder, even stopping my sobs. When the two sides meet, firm straps are tightened at the back away from my reach. Next, my pretty black patent shoes are removed, and thigh length matching red patent boots with Oh my! 7-inch stiletto heels, are drawn over my stockings. i notice that they fit my little feet well, and so are probably a pair of my Mistress's, as we have the same size in all clothes and shoes. Willing hands pull up the zips, and tie the drawstrings at the tops, ( and roam over nearby parts of my body in a most brazen way!).

The rope is undone at the wall, and i am slowly lowered. First, my heels touch the floor, and it seems ages before i am lowered enough to get my toes down, and i find it very difficult to keep my legs straight at the knee. When all weight comes off the rope, i realise the full effect of the corset, which seems to be cutting me in half. My wrists are undone, and the girls wrap me in the pretty little gingham dress that we bought earlier in the day. The difference now is that the belt at the waist can now be tightened to its maximum, and i am led to the mirror to see what a slim figure i now have become.

Naturally, all the girls want me to model our plastic macs again in my dress and red boots and so i have to parade up and down the lounge again, tottering on the high heels. As it is near the end of the party, i am sent to get the coats of the guests, and naturally, they make me model their gorgeous PVC coats ( and this is supposed to be punishment!! i can think of few greater thrills than to be admired by a circle of beautiful girls for my prettiness, especially clad in plastic, and dressed as a pretty girl). But, the night has to end, and one by one the guests leave, with many a comment on the punishments to come to me, and all giving me a fondle in one part or another.

My Mistress sends me into the kitchen to tidy up ,which is painful with the high heels and extremely tight corset. But, i suspect that i will be required to keep these clothes on for some time as training, and so i resolve to get used to them. After all, they are for a good purpose, to train my figure to a more feminine shape, and to teach me to walk in a pretty way, showing off my legs to best advantage. i am sent with all the delicious plastic macs up to the wardrobe, and my Mistress teases me that i have come to like them too much, and if i am naughty, She will not let me wear them or touch them as a punishment. She sees that this brings little tears to the corner of my eyes, and so She laughs, and gaily cries "Get along, now, Jennifer, and mind how you put those away, as they are our newest and best clothes." Of course, i handle them most carefully, and hang them most tidily in the wardrobe (but i can't resist burying my face in them before rushing back downstairs!)

When all is cleared away, i return to the lounge, where my Mistress calls me over to sit on Her knee, and She strokes my hair, and asks me whether i enjoyed the party.

"Oh, yes, Mistress!" i cry, "but i don't like being punished, and i will try to be a better girl tomorrow"

"I'm sure you will, Jennifer, and I can see that you are already becoming soft and feminine as I want you. Do you want to stay as a girl?"

"Oh it's lovely to be a girl, and i am so grateful to you for changing me so well".

"Right, you have a lot to do tomorrow, so we had better get to bed, so come on upstairs and help me change into my night clothes".

i follow Her meekly upstairs, into Her bedroom, and help Her off with Her pretty party frock. Next. i take Her night suit, a long blue neglige which i help over Her head, and smooth carefully over Her magnificent body. After i have taken down Her hair from the bun in which i had tied it earlier, i am passed a hair brush, and required to brush Her long silky black hair while She sits in front of the mirror and takes off Her make-up. She occasionally slips Her hand up the front of my dress, and wanders Her finger inside my panties, just to see me blush, but i am warned not to pull away, or to stop the brushing. When i do flinch, i am reminded of my subjugation by a smart smack on my botty with the back of the hairbrush. After twenty minutes, i put the brush down and help Her into bed. i am then sent to my room next door, to get my baby doll nightie, which i put on, still over the tight corset and boots. My Mistress then calls me into Her bed, and "enjoys" me until She falls asleep hours later. i cannot sleep, as i lie awake thinking of all the exciting things that have happened since i woke that morning, and of the thrilling days to come, even though i know that every day will bring a new punishment. At least i am serving my Mistress.

Rosemary

CHAPTER 3 - WORKING MAID

The morning brings me more excitement, and more pleasure at becoming a girl. When i wake, my Mistress is still asleep, and so i creep quietly out of bed, pull on a flimsy pink nylon neglige, with lots of lace and bows, a pair of feather covered high heeled mules, and sneak downstairs to prepare my Mistresses breakfast. After the tray is ready, i collect the newspaper from the door, iron it tidily, and creep upstairs to the bedroom. My Mistress is awake, and i am treated to a word of congratulation. While She eats Her breakfast, i creep into the spare bathroom, undress, and shower myself, anointing my body with perfume and talc to make me smell even more girlie.

i wash my hair, and when i have dried my body ( and admired its improving shape in front of the full-length mirror; the corsetry is beginning to bring in the waist, and give me some feminine hips; even my bust is looking bigger), i sit at the make-up table with a hair drier. Once that is done, i shape and revarnish my toe nails, again with pale pink, which goes so well with my blonde hair. i strap on tightly a pale pink basque, which does wonders for my figure, over a pair of frilly lacy pink panties.

i am now quite happy ( really, i love the task! ) at applying my own make-up, and use matching pink lipstick, with a liberal application of lip gloss, matching nail varnish, and dress in a clean uniform the same as the previous day. The patent black stilettos slip comfortably over my black sheer seamed stockings, which i have got quite straight, and i am sure that my body is adjusting happily to its new, and i hope, permanent style of dress. The wig tops off a pretty picture, and now ready for the day, i trip gaily into my Mistress's room, ready to obey Her every command.

i spend the next half hour in the delightful task of preparing Mistress for the day, dressing Her and cosseting Her. When She is ready to go downstairs, i meekly follow with the breakfast tray, and happily spend the rest of the morning happily dusting, cleaning, and doing all the duties an obedient servant girl must do.

One bit of extra pleasure comes when i have to bring the washing in from the clothes line because of the rain. i find a 'working' plastic mac behind the kitchen door ( because it is for working in, it is no less pleasure to wear, possibly even more, because of its style). it is in clear white plastic, knee length, with big wide sleeves for ease of movement, and a pixie hood in the pocket. i slip the coat over my minidress, tie the dainty little hood around my chin, and rush out into the garden with a clothes basket. By now the rain is quite hard, and is running in streams off the plastic, and i have to stretch up to take the pegs off the clothes.

i am suddenly aware that i am being watched, and looking behind me i realise that over the hedge next door, a young man is watching with obvious pleasure every time my stretch pulls up the hem of my dress, and he can see the tops of my stockings and my suspenders through the clear plastic. He smiles at me, which is more like a lecherous leer. i have not got time to bother with him, or even to give him less to look at, as Mistress's clothes are getting wet, and i must get them in the dry. With a lusty wolf whistle ringing in my ears, i run back to the kitchen as fast as my stilettos will carry me, blushing deeply at the treatment of men, but secretly thrilled that i am attractive to them as a sexy and lovely girl. As i pass in through the kitchen door, i .notice that Mistress has been watching me through the window, and so i quite expect that further punishment will come.

CHAPTER 4 - BABY DAY

The rest of the morning passes quickly; i serve Mistress a mid morning snack, acting as demurely as possible so that i might escape punishment. i notice a smile on Her face, which i suspect to be a sign of the correction due for my flirting. But lunch is passed without incident, and after i have cleared away and washed up, i am called into the lounge.

"i saw you giving encouragement to that man next door, Jennifer, and you know that i do not like you flirting".

" i have decided that you have missed out in the normal development of a girl; you have started as a twenty year old, and have missed out on school days" "This must be remedied, follow me!"

Oh! my goodness, what indignity am i to suffer now? i am led upstairs, to the spare bedroom, and told to undress again completely. i am very careful with my lovely clothes, folding them carefully on the spare bed, and in no time at all, i am standing completely naked in front of Mistress, with little tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

"Right, now you must start as a schoolgirl, " She cries, and from the wardrobe, She pulls a box (one of many, all labelled, with interesting names such as "nurse", and "harem girl" . My training could yet be very interesting!)

Opening the box, She draws out frilly pink plastic girly panties, a white silk blouse with short puffed sleeves, tied with lace ribbons, a gymslip, a tiered lacy petticoat, a pair of white ankle socks, and a pair of shiny black pumps, with sweet little "T" straps and buckles. i am told to dress in these clothes, which i do; the panties are strange, but as Mistress mischievously points out, they are in case of " accidents". When i have put the pretty little shoes on, Mistress insists on pulling the cross straps very tight to train my feet to be femininely petite.

Looking in the mirror when finished, i am shocked to see how i have been transformed into a tall young schoolgirl. One thing must be altered; earrings are removed, and my own hair is expertly braided into two long plaits by Mistress, which are tied with two pink ribbons. The tight plaits really make me aware of the childish hair style, and the low heeled shoes are a change from the stilettos. Still, i will have to earn the right to return to the sexy feel of the stilettos under my heels, with the thrust forward of my breasts.

"Right, we're off to the shops, and as a young girl, we have a special plastic mac for you" Mistress exclaims, with more than a hint of menace in Her voice.

From a hanger in the cupboard, She hands me a tight fitting baby pink transparent plastic coat, with a wide buckle belt, big plastic buttons, and an attached pixie hood with pink tie ribbons at the throat. i pull it on over my gymslip, and find that it hugs the contours of my body, and with the belt tightly pulled, shows my school costume clearly through the plastic, and shows that i have now but a little girl's figure, with no bust. i pull the hood over my plaits, and when i tie the collar ribbons, the hood is pulled tight over my head, so that i can feel the plastic against the plaits in my hair. Mistress insists that for the whole day, i suck my thumb like a baby, to add to my embarrassment!

Off we go, out to the shops in the heavy rain, with Mistress holding my hand, and i am taken to sweet shops where, to my embarrassment, i am bought children's sweets, to a toy shop where i am bought dolls and a skipping rope, and Mistress makes it completely clear to all the shop assistants that the dolls are for me as presents when i am a good girl. i am required to carry one large doll in the crook of my arm for the rest of the shopping trip, which attracts many amused looks from both men and women passers by.

Next to a big department store, where we look through the frilly party dresses, school wear, one piece young girl's swimming costumes, and very childish nightwear. Here, my embarrassment is compounded by being required to cry on such clothes (i am not big, and i can fit many of the larger costumes). The assistants find it really interesting, and although they must realise my age, they play along and talk to me and about me as if i am still a child. After a selection of new children's clothes have been tried on when i am helped in dressing by one of the assistants, modelled and displayed to all in the department, undressed again with help, packed and paid for, the assistant buttons my plastic mac for me, belts it tightly and ties a big bow at the neck when the hood is replaced on my head. She then bids us farewell, and laughingly hands me a big lollipop and a big red balloon for being such a good girl. Mistress will not allow these embarrassing gifts without a proper display of good manners being shown by me, and insists that i curtsy nicely, and thank the kind lady "like a good girl". The assistant thanks me with a kindly peck on my reddening cheek.

On the way home, there is a large park, and i am led in to the children's play area. While Mistress sits on a park bench, i am sent to play on the swings with the other children, and when they start to play kiddies games, i am told firmly to join in. The adults around are greatly amused, and i am given much encouragement. When the other children are finished playing, i am given my skipping rope, and told to skip gaily around the park. i am then told to show the other little girls my new doll, and we are watched playing dolls for an hour.

By this time, i am almost permanently in tears of shame, and Mistress leads me from the park to a nearby bus stop, where we wait for the bus in a long queue, while i still hold my doll and balloon. Once on the bus, we find a seat, and i am loudly told to sit still and not fidget, in the firm tone a mother uses for her child. When we reach the next stop, and more passengers get on, Mistress says loudly "Jennifer, stand up and offer your seat to an adult, there's a good girl!!" A tall stately blonde woman dressed in a bright purple minicoat takes my seat, and joins in the game by thanking me loudly, turning to Mistress, and saying how well behaved i am, and such a pretty little girl. At the sight of my tears, she says "There, there, don't cry, little one, come and sit on my lap". i have to endure the rest of the journey sitting on her lap while she strokes my hair, comforts me, and surreptitiously fondles my little body through my baby pink pvc mac to the amusement of all the rest of the passengers.

When we get home, i am sent upstairs to change into my new party frock, to wash the tears from my eyes, and to put on a pinafore for my tea, so that my new dress does not get messed while i am eating. When i have changed, put away my children's clothes neatly, and put on a pretty little pink pinafore over my new dress, i trip downstairs where, to my surprise, i find that there are a crowd of about a dozen young girls and boys like myself.

"Come on in, Jennifer, I have invited some friends around for tea; you can all play together, while we adults watch"

i enter the lounge, and find that all of Mistresses friends from the previous night have come round, and clearly they have "acquired" slaves like me, all very prettily dressed in party frocks and the boys in smart shorts. And the real surprise is that all the girls are changed boys like me, and the boys are changed girls. It is noticeable that all the girls' clothes are baby pink, while the boys' are blue, in keeping with their new sex.

We girls are led to one corner, where for an hour we play happily with our dolls, while the 'boys' are on the other side of the room playing with toy cars and soldiers. The Mistresses sit around the room, treating us in their conversation as almost infant children.

Next, we are sent to the bathroom one at a time to wash our hands, and when we return, have to line up in front of the Mistresses to check that are hands are clean. Then we are allowed to sit at the big table, where we are served jelly, ice cream, lemonade, and cakes. All of us girls are wearing frilly pinafores to keep our party dresses clean, but our shame is increased by having to wear frilly bibs tied tightly at our necks. After eating, we are told to clear away the table, and then a game of hide and seek is organised, where we 'girls' must hide, and the 'boys' search for us, with much ribald encouragement from mistresses. When one of us is found, she is brought into the lounge and all the 'boys ' line up for a kiss, to the great amusement of the onlookers. Other such games as Postman's Knock, Doctors and Nurses, and Sardines follow, which provide the maximum embarrassment to us children.

At nine o'clock, the Mistresses shout that it is time for us children to go home, as it is late. As hostess, i am sent to the cloakroom for our guests coats, and ( i'm sure that you have guessed it by now) all the girls have come in girly plastic macs like mine, but in a variety of colours and styles, some capes. i am required to help them dress, and then give each a sisterly kiss of farewell. My mistress' friends have also come in their delicious plastic coats, and i am treated to helping them on with their coats. They obviously know of my pleasure in them, and taunt me with it.

When all have left, i am called back into the lounge by Mistress, and made to sit on her knee.

"Now, Jennifer, you were a good girl this evening in front of all your little friends, and I am pleased with you for that, but I am still a little cross with you for playing up to their Mistresses, and I noticed the way you fondled their coats. You therefore must have some punishment to teach you a lesson, so bend over my knee, my girl."

i tearfully obey, and mistress pulls up the back of the skirt of my new party frock, and pulls down my frilly pink panties. Then she gives me a dozen hard smacks on my bare botty, and i am then sent to stand in the corner facing the wall with my thumb in my mouth, to think of my naughtiness.

After half an hour, during which the tears run down my cheek, and my shoulders shake from sobbing, i am called into the dining room and told to help with the clearing of the table and then the washing up. When all is done, i am sent to get a book, and sitting on Mistresses knee, i am read to from "Mopsy's Day Out", a children's book.

By ten o'clock, i am shooed up to bed, where i carefully hang my new party frock on a hanger in the wardrobe, and fold all the other clothes, wash my face of the tears and clean my teeth. Mistress comes up, and straps onto my body a close fitting body - corset, which encases my body from neck to thighs, leaving plenty of space for my young breasts to expand, but forcing flesh into a more feminine shape on the rest of my torso. The waist is reduced by tight straps at the back , now to 17 inches, which almost restricts my breathing, but i am content as i know that it will make me look more girly. My feet are forced into tight leather shoe forms, with pointed toes and with an adjustable instep which can be bent at any angle to simulate very high heels. Mistress starts me at the equivalent of 5 inch heels! i slip over this a long children's pink nightie, and when i am tucked up in bed, Mistress comes in to turn the light off, and says "Night-night, Jennifer, sleep tight, and tomorrow you can be a bigger girl perhaps." i fall asleep dreaming of once again being a big girl, and wearing feminine clothes again. How my next day was to fulfil my wishes.

CHAPTER 5 - A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A WHORE

The next morning, i awake early and am immediately aware of the restricting garments that i have on. i climb carefully from my bed, slip on a lacy dressing gown, and hobble downstairs to prepare Mistress's breakfast. Having served her, i return to my room meekly, and settle back in bed until called; i dare not dress, as i do not know what Mistress has in store for me. After a half hour, i am called into Mistress's bedroom.

"Jennifer, in view of your flirtatious nature, i have decided that you must be shown the consequences of such behaviour."

I am sent to bathe after she has released the straps of my body corset (they are at the back so that i cannot give myself any relief from the restriction during the night ). The water is a sensuous pleasure on the released parts of my body, and in the middle of my bath, Mistress comes into the bathroom, and stares at my body.

"You are developing well, Jennifer, there are definite girly curves appearing." To illustrate, she prods my swelling breasts and hips in a most provocative way.

"Now, let's get you started on the day's treatment" and with that, she pours a large amount of powerfully smelling cheap perfume into the bath. When i have finished washing myself, and climb out of the bath to dry off, the cheap scent sticks to my body. Once dry, i pull on the dressing gown, and walk through to my bedroom.

"Here is your costume for today" Mistress taunts me. On the bed (which i made before bathing, like a good girl) is a most provocative costume. which i will describe as i dress in it. Firstly, a tight shiny white satin basque with thin shoulder straps is wrapped around my upper torso; once again, it is very tight when the front draw strings are pulled, forcing my already developing breasts up into the cups and above, and giving me a sexy little cleavage. Next, i pull on a most effective cache - sex, which even to the feel gives the impression of the female form between the thighs, and still passes on a sensuous sensation to the body ( as i am to find out often in the days to come). Over this i pull on a pair of brief white panties which have layers of frothy lace on them. Lying on the bed, i bend to paint my toe-nails bright shiny pillar box red with nail varnish, and when they are dry, i draw up over my long slender legs a pair of black fish net stockings. These are held in place by a white lace suspender belt which matches the panties. Around my waist, i fasten an oh so brief white skin tight PVC miniskirt; it barely covers my botty at the back! Down its front, it has a zip for quick release!

Next, i am sat (with difficulty, in the tight skirt ) at the dressing table, and long pointed artificial nails are glued to my already shapely ones. Then all ten are painted in the same glossy red varnish as my toes. While waiting for these to dry, Mistress fits onto my head a full blonde wig, which she backcombs outrageously, so that its size is more than doubled. Now my nails are dry, and i am passed a pair of thigh length white patent PVC boots, with 7 inch stiletto heels. These i pull over my fish net stockings, and i notice that two inches of the top of the stockings show above the boots, and two inches of suspenders show below the hem of my skirt! i bend with difficulty, and pull up the full length zips on the inside of each boot, which wraps them tightly around my legs.

i am then instructed by Mistress in the make-up to apply. The base is a very pale colour, which makes me look ill, and the eyes, after fitting 2 inch long luxuriously curvy false eyelashes, are lined with black lines to match the mascara. Silver eyeshadow which contains tinsel is applied to my eyelids, and my cheekbones are made more prominent by ample application of red blusher. A red beauty spot is applied to one cheek. Finally, the lips are outlined with a thin dark red line, and are painted with bright red lipstick to match my nails. Naturally they are highlighted with lots of lip gloss, a new variety which helps to keep the lipstick on permanently through the day. This becomes most valuable as the day progresses, which you will read about below. >From a drawer at the front of the dressing table, Mistress takes a pair of 4 inch long heavy shiny white plastic earrings, in a most common design, and a matching necklace, which hangs right into my cleavage. The earrings hang heavy on my pierced lobes, which are still learning to bear weight, and knock against my bare shoulders. i dose myself liberally in more of the cheap perfume.

When i stand in front of the full length mirror, the change from my appearance of the previous day is unbelievable! " Well, miss Jennifer, now you look like what you have so far only acted like; a common prostitute!!" The high heels make my botty and breasts stick out, and they and the tight miniskirt means that i have to walk with little mincing steps in a most provocative way. There is no doubt about it; i look just like a tart!

When i have cleared away all the make-up equipment, i am led downstairs, a tricky operation in the high heels, where i make myself a simple breakfast of coffee and dry toast. i am required to sit on a high stool with my legs crossed, which makes the skirt ride up even farther, revealing a white triangle between my thighs, a sure tease to any man who sees me. i question Mistress on the fact that i have no blouse over the top of the basque.

"This way, the customer gets a better view of the merchandise" she teases.

When i have cleared up breakfast, i am made to practice walking up and down the lounge, swinging my hips, and smiling in as sexy a manner as possible. When, after half an hour of this training, Mistress declares that she is satisfied with my style, She sends me upstairs to get her coat - the shiny black maxi cape, which she wears over a black PVC low cut mini dress and black patent ankle boots with large silver buckles - and i am told to bring the clear white plastic mini coat for myself. When i return, i help her on with her coat, and slip mine on over my bare shoulders ( a scrumptious sensation of the cold plastic on my flesh). The transparent coat provocatively reveals all the tarty clothes i am wearing underneath, as well as my bare arms and shoulders. The hem comes only to the hem of my miniskirt, so that the tops of my fish net stockings and the suspenders are revealed for all to see! i carry a small shiny white handbag with a long shoulder strap, and out we go into the rain. Fortunately, the hood on my coat is really big, and so it fits well over the high back combed blonde hair, which has been set firmly with a mousse spray.

The women we pass on the pavement all give me shocked, and largely disapproving looks, which, as i know that they arise from jealousy, can only be flattering to me in my aims to be a woman like them. Many are dressed in shiny PVC coats, and one who walks ahead of us for quite a way, has on a glorious shiny pillar box red Polyurethane three-quarter length coat with a shawl collar. Others are in the fashionable black PVC coats, but none as sexy as those of Mistress and i.

The men we meet, however, stare at me with clear lust in their eyes. The clear plastic coat lets them see the skimpy costume; the hem of the coat comes to the top of my PVC thigh boots, and the clear plastic hood lets my bouffant blonde hair show through. The men are definitely turned on by the practised swing of my hips and bottom, and i am sure that many have the same pleasure in plastic and PVC as me, as the shiny clothing seems to get felt very often by wandering hands of passing males!

My Mistress leads me down through the town to an area near the docks, where she selects a pub, and leads me to the door.

'Now, Jennifer, I am going in for a drink, and I want you to stand out here, leaning against the wall, with one leg cocked up. Open your coat, flick back the hood, and let the men see what you have to offer! You must smile at any man who comes past, and if they speak to you, I want you to speak in your huskiest voice, and see how well you can sell your body! When you get trade, you can use that hotel over the road; I have booked room 69 for you for the day, and the management know what you are up to!!"

i followed her instructions while my cheeks went bright red with the embarrassment of my position. The rain was no longer heavy, and so the open mac with the hood thrown back did not cause me to get too wet. i could feel the cold of the bricks of the wall through the thin plastic covering my bare shoulders and upper back, and i was a bit concerned that i might tear the beautiful plastic of the coat. i endeavoured to push out my hips in the most provocative way, as i knew that my Mistress would be monitoring my performance; if i didn't try to encourage men, i would be in for much worse punishment.

The first approach was from a handsome young fellow who responded to my lascivious smile.

"What are you offering, my dear?", he asked.

"i can let you have most of what you want, and am most subservient or dominant, as you wish", i simpered.

After a quick negotiation on the price and the location, i led him by the hand across to the hotel, where i was greeted with a leer by the desk clerk as he handed me the key to room 69. When i turned the key in the door and entered, i was faced by a large double bed, and a cupboard which, when opened, contained a variety of sex aids, some of which i could not at first see the reason for.

"Right, sir, what can i offer you?" i said to the young man, as i curled my sensuous plastic coated body around his torso. "Do you want to undress me, or do you want a strip, or something more special?"

His voice came out in a strangely powerful way. "Get on the bed, face down, and stretch out your legs."

Goodness, what was he going to do? "Can i take my coat off, as it is my favourite, and i don't want it damaged?"

"No, keep it on, you whore, it suits you, and I enjoy it over your body", he growled.

i stretched myself out, and i could hear him approach the cupboard. Then an ankle was grabbed, and i felt a metal clamp fasten itself round it, and the leg was pulled out towards the corner of the bed. Next the other ankle had the same treatment, and looking over my shoulder, i saw that i was chained to the brass bedposts by each leg. my wrist was next, pulled tight by another chain to the top of the bed, and when the other was given the same treatment, i was completely spread-eagled, with arms and legs pulled tight giving little room for me to move any part of my body. my mini skirt had of necessity ridden up over my spread thighs, exposing more of my panty-clad botty.

Now i started to shake with fear; it was justified immediately, as , after another foray in the cupboard, the man brought a thin cane down hard across my botty.

"That's for being such a slut" he screamed. Four more slashes landed across my bot, and i cried like a little girl (which i had been the day before, and knew how to cry properly!!)

"Right, I will teach you to be as good girl", and he released me from the chains, and made me sit up on my sore posterior.

"Now, take off those clothes, and dress like a true virgin".

Sheepishly, i pulled off my plastic mac (which i folded carefully on the bed), my pvc skirt, and i unzipped the long boots.

He watched the undressing with obvious pleasure, and then when i stood almost naked, he crossed again to the cupboard, and passed me a beautiful long wedding dress, with a low straight top, shoulders covered in thin nylon, and a large wide skirt over masses and masses of lacy petticoats, so that the skirt stood out like crinolines. i unzipped the back, and stepped in; pulling the bodice up over my basque, i slid my arms into the frothy sleeves, which only came just below my shoulders, showing lots of white flesh. He passed behind me, and zipped up the back, which pulled the dress tightly over my body. he then passed me a pair of white satin high stiletto heeled shoes with straps going high around my ankles, and pretty little bows on the ankles and toes, and i slipped on these gorgeously feminine shoes under the voluminous skirts. White gloves were next, long and lacy coming up above my elbows.

i was told to sit on a chair while he fitted a beautiful tiara, supporting a long lacy veil, which hung right down my back and covered my face . When i stood, i was passed a large posy of various yellow and white flowers.

"Now, you are a virgin again, and ready for marriage", he cried exultantly, and quickly changed into a morning suit from the cupboard. Oh, dear, what will Mistress say to this; i am sure that i am not supposed to get involved in a marriage to my first 'client'. But what can i do; i cannot run away dressed as i am. Anyway, i feel very honoured, as this must be the pinnacle of a girl's life, and to achieve it after being a girl for only a few days is a real triumph. It must indicate that my change is now near to being complete.

"Now, my little bride, all we need is a photograph of the happy event", and with that he lifted the telephone on the bedside table and spoke briefly to the desk clerk. in two minutes, a knock at the door revealed the clerk with a large camera, and when he came in, still with his knowing leer, he arranged the two of us in a stance as husband and wife, standing side by side, and holding ring hands. Various photos followed, including one with a ring being fitted to my finger, and a close up of a passionate kiss on my lips; the first (but not the last!) time i had been kissed in such a way by a man! Really, if i had still been a man myself, i would have gagged at the idea, but now i was a young girl, with all the passions of a girl, it was most pleasant, and i returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. Next, my 'groom' lifted me in his arms, and carried me through the door to get another fitting photo. Finally, or at least finally in front of the desk clerk, the 'groom' laid me gently on the bed, and laid himself down beside me, and enveloped me in a passionate embrace.

After this, the desk clerk was dismissed, with many a rude grin. In my discomposure, i sat up on the bed, and tried to tidy my hair and dress. When the clerk had gone, the 'groom' turned, took off his suit, and lay down on the bed beside me again.

"Now, my darling, we are alone at last as man and wife, and we must consummate the marriage".

Pushing the full skirts up over my waist, he thrust his manhood between my thighs, while gripping me strongly in his arms, and kissing me passionately over my face, neck and shoulders. As i suspected that he may report back to Mistress in some way, i gave back as good as i got, and kissed him with every show of passion to be expected from a young bride.

His writhings eventually reached a crescendo, and was aware of a stickiness between my legs. After a rest, he climbed off the bed, and dressed himself in his own clothes, telling me to change. While i did this, he continued to take photos of me in various stages of dishabille.

When i was again dressed in my whore's costume, with my make-up repaired from the considerable cosmetics carried in my handbag, i was again pulled into a firm embrace, and then led out of the hotel. To complete my embarrassment, he insisted on paying me in front of the pub, so that any potential customers could not be left in any doubt of my profession.

my first job as a prostitute, and i can now bring some money into the household for my Mistress!! And i cannot deny it, there is even some pleasure and excitement in the work if it is all to be like the first!! Maybe i am a brazen hussy, as Mistress indicates!!

i take up my station outside the pub again, and it is not long before i attract some more trade. i will leave the full details of my morning's work to another time, but needless to say it stretches my knowledge and ability of giving sexual pleasure, and i gain some interesting experience as a dominant female, displaying my superiority over mere men (this is me, who only three days before was one of them!! It is far more fun to be a girl, i am now convinced!!).

As i suspected earlier, the plastic coat is a real turn on to many men, and many of the acts i am required to perform involve my sexy little pvc mac, and others hanging in that Pandora's box of a wardrobe. The thigh boots are also a great turn-on, particularly with the ultra high heels. I am required to change into various other pairs, all with very high heels, but in different materials, some with straps and buckles, and others tied with laces. One pair have 9 inch heels, which make unsupported standing almost impossible, but as my client wanted to lick and caress them, as well as have me stand on him, i could always support myself by holding on to the end of the bed. my toes are adjusting to the very pointed toes of the shoes and boots that i now have to ( that sounds like compulsion, but believe me, it is one of the real joys of my new found female state!!)

By the end of the morning, i have a very sore botty, as well as other more intimate parts, my embarrassment is tempered by the pleasure of the job, and i have exchanged many suggestive comments with the desk clerk. Few parts of my body have not come into intimate contact with some part of the abdomen of a male, and most surprising to me, i have had an intimate session with a most attractive woman, also clearly turned on by pvc, judging by the fact that all the clothes she was wearing, from panties and bra outwards, were in various colours of transparent plastic. This last was the most enjoyable, as she did not discover my true sex (although i do no longer consider that i am male!), and the performance we had was as two girls taking and giving pleasure to each other.

At one o'clock, Mistress emerges from the pub just as i am collecting my 'fee' from a client; She grins wickedly at me, and drawing a camera from her handbag, photographs us for her records. When i cross to her, she takes the money collected for the morning, counts it, and with a smile puts it away in her handbag.

"Good girl!" she says, " this is clearly a job that suits you; we will have to let you do more. Right, let's go in for a drink, and you can tell Me and My friends all about your morning's experiences."

i follow Her into the pub, where i am sent to the bar to buy Her and i a drink. While standing at the bar, i get plenty of loud comments of an explicitly sexual nature aimed at me, and my bot is stroked and fondled through the layers of plastic. When i return to the table where my Mistress is sitting. i am not allowed to sit at a low chair, but have to perch on a high stool, with my legs crossed, again showing plenty of thigh.

"Right, my dear, now let's hear of your morning's work".

And i am required to relate, in most intimate detail and a loud husky voice audible to most others in the lounge, all the happenings of the morning. Just to make me even more tense, my Mistress's hand starts on my knee, wanders up to the top of my vinyl thigh boot, passes the suspender, and steals eventually inside my panties, making it difficult to sit still without writhing with the pleasure She took and gave. Whenever my voice fell too quiet, or i hesitated in my story, i received a sharp pinch, and all the time i was aroused towards a final climax of sensation by Her exploring hand. When the climax came, my whole body tensed, but i was forced to maintain my equilibrium and continue with my story.

A man in a chair nearby shouted to my Mistress, "How about letting me have some of that?"

As you will now expect, my Mistress immediately agreed, after negotiating loudly a price for the service, so that everyone else in the pub knew what was going on. A new hand found its way into my panties, and more frantic but less subtle groping followed. This as only the first of many who took advantage of my 'service'!! Even during my lunch hour, i am expected to continue serving!!

After all who wish it or can afford it have had their way, a shout goes up from one man for me to strip. My Mistress agrees after a bit of persuading, (i suspect this is only to push the price up!! i was obviously going to have to do it anyway!!) i am sent round with a plate to collect the agreed price from everyone in the bar, which gets me many more gropes, particularly on the plastic covered parts of my body. When i have collected from all, and passed the take to Mistress, the barman puts on a cassette of 'bumping' music, and i am directed to a stage in one corner of the room.

To the raunchy music, i gradually take off the few articles of clothing i have on, leaving only the basque and cache - sex. i flaunt my body around the room, flirting with almost every man and getting me more hands (and fingers). There are a few women in the bar, and i give them plenty of flirtation, draping my body around each of them in turn. The men find this a real delight, and, even more surprisingly, every one of the women react favourably and fondle my body with as much enthusiasm as the men.

When i am down only to my 'necessities' ( and these are only to disguise the former sex) the shout goes up for me to put the transparent white mini raincoat back on, which i do with most erotic movements. i then rotate around the bar, repeating my 'services' to the occupants. At this, the response from both men and women is heightened, and they obviously take exquisite pleasure in fondling my pliant body through the plastic folds of my coat. The women are the most turned on, and i am held in long and tight embraces.

Eventually, i pull myself free from the last of the spectators, and climb back on the stage. As the music reaches a crescendo, i work my body on the back of a chair in a coarse pantomime of the sexual act. At the climax, i throw my body backwards, and collapse on my back on the stage, with my hand between my thighs, wriggling in ecstasy with the last chords. This performance, brought on entirely by the heightened eroticism induced in me by the arousal of the spectators, is greeted with tumultuous applause, and i am showered with more money as appreciation of my act.

My Mistress comes to the stage, and drags me to my feet.

"Right, you little slut, get dressed, and woe betide you if you have damaged any of your pretty clothes in your display".

Embarrassedly, i gather up my clothes, slip off my mac, which is fortunately undamaged, and redress in my full outfit. i repair my make-up before a large mirror on the wall of the bar, layering on the lipstick heavily with plenty of lip gloss. I also repair the heavily back combed hairstyle, a skill i have attained from watching Mistress piling up mine that morning. i soon look tidy enough to face the world again; i now find that i feel almost undressed without full make-up on, one more sign that i am becoming the girl i so wish to be!!

When i am restored to my former state, Mistress leads me from the bar, but not before i am made to understand, by both shouts, leers and hand contact to my torso that i am welcome back at any time. i am even given some specific dates by one or two of the occupants.

When we regain the street, it is again raining heavily, and i pull the hood of my plastic coat up over my bouffant hairstyle, tying the ribbons carefully under my chin. i am glad of my thigh boots, which protect my long legs from the splashes of rain, but they are getting dirty, and i will have a pleasant job when i get home cleaning mine and Mistresses sexy boots. i resume my suggestive walk, and am again treated to disapproving glares from most older women, envious and inviting smiles from many younger ones, and frankly lustful glares from all men that we pass.

i am still expected by Mistress to flaunt my sexuality as we walk, and this involves using small steps (not difficult with such a tight mini skirt!), swinging my hips provocatively, thrusting out my boobs, and smiling and pouting at every man i pass. They respond in frankly obvious ways, with wolf whistles, lusty growls, and even more exciting, roaming hands over my body when we are in crowds. And as i am sure you would expect, Mistress takes me to places where there are large crowds. Indeed, as it is Saturday, she takes me to the local football ground, where we stand in large crowds on the terraces, and although i can see the play, it is difficult to concentrate, as hands and fingers of the surrounding men explore most of the accessible and even inaccessible parts of my body. My plastic mac is no protection, in fact is an inducement to my neighbours, whose hands raise the hem, and roam over my botty, waist, boobs and thighs. i have to be careful that none are able to find my masculine appurtenances, well strapped as they are into the cache-sex, but there is enough of the rest of my body to satisfy all. Mistress adds to my embarrassment by regularly asking loudly why i am squirming so much and admonishing me to stand still. When the game ends, i am made many whispered and louder offers of various pleasures by the men around me, and in my tart mode i am required to respond to them and encourage the offers.

Finally, we head homewards through the rain, big drops splashing off my raincoat, and running down the long white PVC boots. When we get home, i help Mistress off with her black PVC maxi cape, and put it on a hanger in the hall so that it can drip dry. i take off my own white plastic coat, take it out to the back door, where i give it a good shake to rid it of surplus rain. While doing this, i notice that the neighbour who was ogling me the previous day is standing at his back bedroom window, watching my every move with a lustful leer on his face. As i have been told by Mistress that today i am to be as brazen as possible, i smile back, use the shaking to lewdly gyrate my figure, and by standing with my legs apart, force the hem of my skirt up to new heights, such that i can have no modesty. A glance sideways tells me that Mistress is watching my performance through the window, and so i intensify my movements, pouting my lips and pushing out my breasts in a most forward manner. When i turn to re-enter the house, i wiggle my bot as much as i can, and finally turn as i close the door to give my observer a come-hither look of maximum intensity.

When i enter the lounge, Mistress is relaxed in a chair, and knowing my duties a little better now, i rush upstairs to change into my maid's uniform before returning to the kitchen to get a cloth. When i return, i crouch down at her feet, raise her stiletto-booted feet into my lap, and wipe all the dirt and rain from the surface of her beautiful patent black boots. My task is made difficult by Mistress occasionally grinding one of the heels painfully into my body accompanied by a wicked smile at my expense. I polish the silver buckles with great care, and bring up the surface of the patent leather to a high shine that i can see my painted face in. But this is still not good enough for Mistress who is determined to heap indignities on me. She stands, tall and dominating above me as i cower at Her feet, and with a stern voice She forces me to lie on my front and lick the surfaces of her beautiful boots, paying particular attention to the very high heels.

When She is finally satisfied, after inflicting various painful pokings of Her pointed toes and stiletto heels in my intimate parts, i am sent into the kitchen to prepare Her tea, and while She eats it, i am made to sit in a corner of the room in front of Her, and clean my own thigh boots of all the rain and mud that has been splashed on them. Once again i am required to use my tongue to give the boots a final polish, and after clearing away her meal, and feeding myself on a very light meal (Mistress has designed a particular diet for me to improve the feminine curves of my body) i am called to her bedroom to undress her from her day clothes and to dress her in a long purple evening gown.

i still had to collect all the used clothes and either put them away, or wash the dirty ones, iron the clothes washed the day before, and put these away tidily in their drawers. i made the beds, washed up in the kitchen, prepared a drink for Mistress when she called, and generally tidied the house and performed other tasks of a dutiful housemaid.

When the duties are performed to Mistress's satisfaction, and not before i have received further painful beatings for my incompetence, i am sent to change again into the harlot's clothes, particularly my little white plastic mac which is deliciously still wet, and is thus joyfully cold to the touch of my bare flesh, and in Mistress's bedroom, i am required to go through all the services of the morning, with Mistress acting as the client. She also has a large wardrobe in the corner of her room containing a fascinating collection of fantasy clothes, covering all the costumes i wore in the morning in room 69. If i thought that my clients were vigorous in their pleasure taking, they were but as amateurs to Mistress who displays an energy and enthusiasm quite outside my experience.

"Right, my girl, you have had a busy day, and we are not going out tonight, or expecting visitors. I think that it is wise for you to get an early night after your exertions of the day. Tomorrow, you are enrolling at a finishing school where you will learn all the skills necessary for a young girl like you are becoming."

But if i thought that was the end of my indignities for the day, i was much mistaken. i am sent to collect the shoe forms, which are forced onto my feet, and the close fitting body - corset designed to mould the contours of my body to that of a young lady. The body-corset is tightened more than the previous night, a sure sign that my body shape is softening to a feminine roundness. Now i am almost immobilised, as the feet forms make it very difficult to walk, and the corset squeezes my waist so tightly that it is difficult to support myself vertically.

Over these i am to wear my bra, panties, suspenders and stockings to remind me of my sexiness Over all this i slip into a transparent nylon nightie and negligee. i am laid out on Mistress's bed, and She settles beside me and caresses my pert little breasts, my botty, and my upper thighs, while kissing my face and lips as if She is my lover. Before finally i am allowed to go off to sleep, my little breasts are massaged firmly with a cream which, Mistress assures me, is most efficacious in increasing their size and roundness. i am told to apply face pack which will soften the skin of my face, making me all the more beautiful and desirable.

i am as near sexually satisfied as any girl could be, after the most thrilling day of my life.

But this is as nothing to the pleasures to come.

CHAPTER 6 -GIRLS SCHOOL

Early the next morning after i have completed my maidenly duties, i am sent to change into a smart blue diaphanous blouse over a tight blue basque which thrusts my breasts up, a flattering pleated blue skirt, which comes just to an inch above my knee (i feel most sophisticated after the clothes of the previous days) and a dark blue blazer. i wear a pair of matching blue high heeled shoes, and over this all, a tight fitting shiny pale blue transparent PVC cape which reaches to the knee. This unusual cape has a belt which ties at the front, but passes through two slots on either side, and so leaves the back of the cape loose, but when tied in front, pulls the soft plastic tight over my shoulders and breasts, and gives my arms little room to move inside the arm slots. I am still expected to carry my handbag over the crook of my arm, outside the cape!

"Right, my dear" Mistress says, as she admires the smart young school girl in front of her, "Now we will take you off to Miss Hughes Academy for Girls", and She accompanies this with a meaningful laugh.

We leave the house, and walk smartly through the town to the accompaniment of admiring whistles from all the men we pass. We eventually arrive at a tree lined avenue, in which we find a large house set in wooded grounds. Arriving at the front door, we are welcomed into the hall by a maid, and we are led into a large study, where a tall stately blonde, dressed in a severe black skirt, and white lace blouse, is waiting to greet us. To my amazement, it is the lady we met on the bus while i was dressed as a child, who was wearing the pretty dark purple mac.

"Aha, my dear, welcome to my Academy, I am Mrs Hughes, and you must be Jennifer" she obviously recognises me and enjoys my embarrassment. "My, how you have grown since I last saw you, quite the young miss now".

Mistress deals with the necessary details, tells me to come straight home after school is finished for the day, and with a final pat on my botty and a

"be good, Jennifer, and learn your lessons well"

she leaves me alone with the headmistress.

"Come over here, Jennifer, let me have a close look at you".

i mince slowly over to her desk, and Miss Hughes beckons me up onto her lap. Once i am coyly perched there, she puts her hand up the front of my PVC cape, lifts the front of my dress, and inspects my silk panties, my suspenders, and my thighs.

"Well, my dear, you have good legs, and with proper training, I am sure that you can soon be as feminine, polished, and presentable as the rest of my girls".

Well, i assumed that she was fooled by my female clothes, but i am soon disillusioned when her hand darts into my panties, and finds my manhood through my cache-sex. Her fingers soon arouse it, a source of great chagrin to me, as i am hoping that its function will be diminished.

"Well, we had better keep that well tucked away, we don't want any of my other pupils finding out about it, do we? Let's keep it our own little secret, Jennifer, I will not tell the other girls if you are a good pupil in every way."

This last with more than a hint of menace, and so i blush at the prospect of what i must do to satisfy this hard task mistress.

"The first lesson that every girl at this academy learns is humility and obedience to authority. I insist on every girl using the old fashioned curtsy to me and every mistress every time she enters or leaves our presence. I think it a good practice, and I am sure that your Mistress will appreciate it."

"Now, the proper way to curtsy is to push your hands as far down the side seams of your skirt and grip the seams lightly between thumb and forefinger. Putting your right toe six inches behind your left heel, you must bend your knees so that you lower your knees to within a foot of the floor. At the same time, bend from the waist forward, with your head bowed forward, and daintily pull out the hems of your skirt sideways. You must hold this position until you are told to stand."

"Right, Jennifer, I think you must practice curtsying until you have got it right. Down you go."

For the next five minutes, i bob up and down, practising the difficult balance required to curtsy properly. It is a most tricky manoeuvre, particularly in the high heels that i am wearing, as when i am bent down i have to balance on my pointed toes, and the heels can easily trip me up.

Eventually, i manage to curtsy sweetly twice running without swaying or falling. Miss Hughes then calls me over to her side.

"I understand from your mistress that you have a special pleasure in PVC and other plastic rainwear. This blue coat suits you, but from now on you will wear only pink when you come to school, the colour we have chosen for the academy's uniform to remind you that you are now a girl. All your clothes, other than those you model in classes, must be the prettiest feminine pink, and i will give your Mistress a note of the shops that stock our uniform. You must also use matching pink lipstick and nail varnish, and each day I will personally check that you have complied fully."

"We have a modelling assignment next week, when we will be showing a mixture of underwear and rainwear. We know how rainwear turns on men, and so we are combining the two in a show which is good training for our pupils. In view of your particular excitements, I will consider you for a role in the modelling show, but only if you apply yourself hard to all your lessons, and I have good reports from all the teachers that you are rapidly developing into a well behaved young girl."

This is a real excitement for me, and i resolve to myself that i will work as hard as possible ( but it is hardly to be onerous if i am to learn to be what i now want to be, a most feminine girl, ready to serve my Mistress in every way). It will only please my Mistress if i am chosen for my girlie abilities.

Miss Hughes brings me back to earth with her next words.

"I will want you back in my study after this afternoon's classes for special tuition, and i will want to see if you have the figure to be a good model. You had better leave your coat here, as you will not want the other girls to feel jealous of you wearing such a pretty thing."

"Right, I had better take you to your first class, which is make-up, where you will learn how to make the best of your features."

I am led along the corridor to a large room, furnished with many dressing tables and vanity units around the walls, in front of which sit young girls like me dressed in plastic pinafores. Each is busily applying make-up to her already lovely face. i am first introduced to the teacher, Miss Townsend, and then to the other girls, who all smile sweetly at me. i am led to a dressing table and handed a sweet pink plastic pinafore, with big ribbons which tie in a bow at the back of my waist, and two other ribbons which pass over my shoulders, cross on my back, and tie at my waist. Once firmly strapped in to this dream garment by Miss Townsend, my instruction begins.

Well, i thought i had learnt how to apply make-up over the previous two days, but in the next three hours, i change the look, colour, and shape of my face so many times i can't remember, and i learn how to bring out the best features through highlighting the eyes, cheekbones neck and lips in different ways. i am taught of the different types of colourings used for daytime and night-time use, because of the different lighting.

i receive many painful smacks from Mistress for mistakes real and imaginary but after a time my hands and fingers became proficient at applying the various cosmetics, and i find that i can change my mood by changing my face. i learn how to repair a damaged face during the day using just the cosmetics that i will carry in my handbag, and i am told which to carry always as essential tools.

In another lesson that morning, we are given practice in setting hair in different styles, using wigs for the very long styles and my own hair for the shorter ones. we learn the intricacies of back combing to give body to my hair, and the use of mousses and other setting agents to produce fascinating shapes.

At lunch we are all shepherded into the dining hall, where we are taught how to sit properly, to eat in a ladylike manner, and the use of the various cutlery and serviettes. We are allowed to talk, and i am soon deep in girlie chatter with the other girls. They ask me questions of my past, and with a bit of imagination, i soon create a feminine history for myself.

In the afternoon, we are lectured in the art of choosing the right clothes, shoes, accessories, and make-up for all occasions (i have already had practical experience of the requirements for a tart, which on reflection has been an intensely enjoyable day of selling my new found femininity!!)

My pierced ears no longer hurt, and i practice putting in and changing different pairs of earrings, and get used to the weight and movement of large and heavy pairs. Finally i am given further lessons in deportment, learning how to walk comfortably in extra high heels, how to carry different designs of handbags, and how to sit primly, brazenly and normally.

When the bell finally rings for the end of the day's lessons, i exchange prim kisses on the cheeks with my new friends, and we all express our wishes to see each other the following day. i, as the new girl, am required to help all the other girls on with their coats and hats.

When i have helped them put on their coats ( the school colours are, as Miss Hughes has said, a most feminine pink, similar to the colour of my little mini-cape), and i note that, as it was raining that morning, all are wearing a lovely variety of plastic, high gloss polyurethane, and PVC coats of varying styles; naturally i take the opportunity of my work to feel the exciting texture of the materials, but carefully without my friends knowing of my interest. i go with them to the main door, and wave them good-bye after more sisterly hugs. i then take myself, full of trepidation, to the door of Miss Hughes study, where i knock on the door.

"Come", is the stern command. i open the door, slip inside and curtsy as deeply as i can.

"Please, Miss Hughes, i have come for the further tuition as instructed."

"Okay, Jennifer, come over here, and stand in front of me."

i mince over to Miss Hughes' chair, and stand as ladylike as i can in front of her.

"Now, let us see if you have the figure to be a pretty little model. Keep your head up, and smile, my girl."

With that, she leans forward, and starts to undo the buttons of my blouse. When all are undone, she pulls the blouse back over my shoulders, and strokes my swelling breasts above the tight pale blue basque i am wearing.

"Mmm, not bad, but we will have to develop those if you are to look your best. Now, what else have you got?"

Her hands drop to the front of my skirt, and she carefully undoes all the buttons down the front, and when the top one is loosened, the skirt falls to the floor at my feet.

"Well, Jennifer, now you are a girl, you must look after your clothes, pick up your skirt and fold it neatly over that chair, and put your folded blouse there as well."

Meekly, i move to obey, dressed in no more than my basque, suspenders, blue satin panties, matching stockings, and five inch high blue stiletto shoes. i return to stand in front of Miss Hughes, and her hands again roam over my body, feeling the shape of my waist, and wandering inside my panties.

"It looks to me as if we can do something with you, but you will need plenty more training, and you will from now on come to school in the proper school uniform colours as I told you earlier. "

"Now, let me see what you look like in the sort of clothes that you might be modelling; go and get your coat from the cupboard over there."

She points to cupboard doors and i mince, over, take out my blue PVC cape, and return to her chair.

"Put it on then, my girl, and let's have a proper look at you."

I slip the lovely cape over my shoulders, and Miss Hughes leans forward, and ties the cross-shoulder straps around my breasts. She then does up the buttons all the way from my chin to my knees and ties the half waist belt which goes inside around my waist at the back, and outside the coat at the front, accentuating my figure, and pulling the sheer plastic tautly over my bare breasts and shoulders. The cape is cut quite tightly on my body, making even the skirt wrap tightly around my thighs and botty.

On instruction, i bend forward and Miss Hughes pulls the hood up over my curls, and ties the ribbons very tightly under my chin. i push my arms through the slits, and the whole coat is tight around my body.

"Well, that looks quite good, now let me see if it fits tightly everywhere. Come and sit on my lap."

i quickly obey, and when i am settled, her hands roam all over my body, stroking the pliant cold plastic against my bare flesh, and using her fingers to explore every hole and orifice she can find.

"Now, let us see how you can parade in the clothes; walk up and down, and show me what you learnt this afternoon."

The deportment classes have been the most enjoyable for me as no boy can become a girl until he walks in that special way which is so different. i parade up and down on the carpet in front of Miss Hughes, the soft fabric making a sensuous swishing sound against my bare body. i have to take small steps as the tight-fit cape is buttoned to the knee, and i do not want to put any strain on the delicious but fragile material.

When she is satisfied, Miss Hughes calls me over, and unbuttons the coat up to the waist, and i parade again for her. On the other side of the room is a large mirror of the sort that ballet dancers use, and i am told to watch my walk to see how i am progressing. With the buttons undone, as i walk i show a lot of leg, which looks very provocative, especially as i have no skirt on, and my stocking tops and suspenders show. The skirt of the cape flows sensually around my long legs, which i can now admire. How much more attractive they are encased in sheer nylon, and perched on very high heels.

"Well, Jennifer, you have a lot to learn yet, but I think that with real stern discipline, we can make you into a mannequin in time for our show. Your boobies will have to be improved, but I know of ways of developing them for little boy-girls like you."

She opens a drawer in her desk and took out a pot of cream.

"I will write a note to your mistress, asking her to apply a rub of this each night, which will encourage the development of your titties. I know that she is already using a cream, but this is a new product, developed especially for you boy-girls, and it works much faster and gives better results. I hope that you can have proper breast implants, to give you a permanent breast; nowadays, it can be modelled to suit you, and I think that in your case, they should be medium but firm. When you go, be sure to give your Mistress this note and the cream."

"I think that you should wear tighter corsetry as well, as your figure needs quick feminising. I have asked your mistress to step up the tightening program. Now, I would like to see you in a few other coats; go and change into one in my cupboard over there, and let me see what you can do."

i mince over to the cupboard, and when i open the door, to my delight, i am faced with a rack full of lovely plastic, pvc and polyurethane raincoats. my attention is immediately drawn to the purple mini coat which Miss Hughes was wearing on the bus at our first meeting. As a tribute to that pleasant time, i choose this mac first, and slipping off my own blue cape, (and of course folding it most tidily over the back of a chair) i pull the beautiful purple dream on over my body. As Miss Hughes is much the same size as me, it fits well, and I glide around the room, showing plenty of nylon clad thigh through the purple.

Miss Hughes is obviously delighted at my choice, and i am rewarded by several tender strokes of my botty and thighs through the thin plastic. After that lovely coat, i change from one to another, each giving me the most exquisite pleasure in its soft folds icy feel and sensuous swishing over my body.

At last, even this treat has to come to an end. i have been thoroughly rehearsed in the proper way to walk, stand, take off and put on the coats as a model would do. all this will be of great benefit to me in my efforts to be a most feminine young lady, and i can only hope that Mistress will see the improvement in my ladylike ways.

Finally, i am told to put my own coat back on ( without my day clothes on underneath!). i am given a bag in which to carefully pack my skirt and blouse.

"I am sure that it will help your appreciation of your femininity if you walk home without the protection of your day clothes. You will understand better how every man's looks effectively undresses a girl. I will add a line to my note to your Mistress so that she will understand."

After the note is finished put into an envelope and given to me to carry in my matching blue handbag, Miss Hughes calls me over gives me a full kiss on my lips and strokes my private parts with her fingers through the folds of my cape.

"Now, my girl, repair your make-up, as you have been taught this morning."

i take my compact from my handbag, add some powder to my now beautiful face, and then reapply a pale pink lipstick which matches the school colours. To make them more alluring, i apply a thin coating of lip gloss to my full lips. My newly learnt skills of make-up are thoroughly checked by Miss Hughes, and i am given painful reminders of my lack of ability in this art.

"Run along now, Jennifer, and remember all your lessons of today."

I curtsy demurely (difficult in the cape as my arms are rather trapped) and finally i am dismissed by Miss Hughes. i back carefully to the door, and politely saying "Good-bye Miss", i leave the room and head for the front gate.

Outside it is not raining; the sun is shining to add to the embarrassment of walking home without skirt or blouse, and with only a transparent mac to cover my undressed body.

The plastic of my lovely blue cape is warm in the sun, and this makes it more pliable. It moulds itself even more around my figure, making the naked parts of my body clearly visible through its blue transparency. The hood, which is very full, also settles itself over my very full hairstyle, and its sides sit most fetchingly on my shoulders. Even though i do not need its protection, i keep the hood up, but have its front edge reaching only to the middle of my head, held in place by a hairpin. This is most feminine, making the hood look like the very full hoods of old fashioned ladies travelling capes. The hot sun makes the plastic give off a lovely aroma, which arouses me as well as the romantic swishing sound of the material over my nylon clad legs.

i keep my steps short and mincing, and i try to concentrate on the way to walk femininely as i have learnt at school. i hold myself erect, thrust forward my breasts, and carry my handbag with the short strap hanging over the crook of my arm. The high heels of my shoes make me walk with a slightly bent knee, but the practice of the last few days makes me much more stable in them, and i know that they help enormously to make my long legs look even more femininely attractive. i am aware that they also help the way i hold my body, pushing out my boobs and botty. The tightness of the pointed toes reminds me of my servitude to my Mistress.

Even with the short steps, my legs pass clear of the skirts of the cape. Miss Hughes has instructed me to keep the coat unbuttoned to the waist, and so my stockinged legs show clear right up to their tops and suspenders, and i very soon get the most lecherous looks from all passing by.

The journey home includes a short bus journey, and i have to wait for some time at the bus stop. i notice that many men are in the queue, in front and behind me, and i am aware that i am crowded by them, giving them every opportunity to use their hands and fingers to roam over my scantily clad body. The ministrations make me squirm, and soon i am feeling even hotter in my cape. i dare not make a scene, as i am aware that i am not dressed in a state to attract the attention of the police. Anyway, much of the fondling is enjoyable, giving me lots of pleasure, particularly as this is men appreciating me as the girl that i have become.

When the bus comes, there is a high step up onto the lower platform, and with the tight cape constricting my arms, it is extremely difficult to step up without tearing the plastic of the coat. i also find it tricky to balance on one high-heeled foot to step up. Fortunately, one of the men puts his hands on my botty and pushes from behind, while another holds my hand and gives me a tug upwards. The former uses his hands to good effect on my frame, and by keeping them steady, lets them run down my legs, giving us both a thrill.

"There you are, sweety, up you go, and any other time you want a helping hand, just give me a call," he cheerfully calls, "The pleasure's all mine."

i think it unfair of him to take advantage of a poor defenceless girl like that, but i am sure that he meant well, and it is only polite to be grateful for help, and so i give him a great wide smile, and a pert "Thank you, kind sir."

"A kiss would be even more thanks" and with that, he leans forward, puts his arms round me (most effectively trapping me in the tight cape) and kisses me most passionately full on my pink coated lips. He leans me back, and forces his tongue into my mouth.

i cannot deny that i find great excitement in a man so attracted to me as a girl that he commits such an indiscretion, but i force myself not to respond invitingly to him. When he lets me go, i blush quite naturally, and turn my face away from him in embarrassment.

"Oh sir, you are too forward to a young girl; i think that i am going to cry."

CHAPTER 7 - I MAKE A NEW FRIEND

With that, i burst into uncontrollable sobs, and i struggle into my handbag for my lace hankie. A beautiful tall elegant lady, with long wavy auburn hair that cascades over her shoulders, and dressed in a white mini suit, comes over, pushes the over amorous man away, and puts her arm comfortingly around my shoulder.

"There, there, my dear, don't cry, the man is a brute, and he should know better than to trifle with a young girl's feelings. come and sit down beside me, and I will try to comfort you."

Shouting at the now leering man, she takes me firmly by the hand, and leads me into the bus, where she helps me into a seat, joining me on it. She takes from her handbag, a neat "envelope" type, a large hankie, which she uses to dab away my tears. She continues to hold my hand, and squeezes it sympathetically.

"You cannot go home looking like this, your mascara has run, and your lipstick is a mess. First, I will fix your eyes for you, and then your beautiful lips."

She takes out the necessary cosmetics from her handbag, and soon makes good the damage to my eyes. The sheer pleasure of such a lovely woman administering make-up to my face, and tenderly whispering soothing words to me, soon recovers my spirits, and i reward her with a sheepish little smile.

"Now, my girl, let us put those lips right; let me have your lipstick and pencil, as you will want them the same colour. That shade of pink suits your beautiful face so well!"

i am so overcome by this delightful compliment that for a moment i forget myself, and gripping her hands tightly in mine, i burst out

"Oh thank you, you lovely lady, you have brought me back to life."

And i lean towards her and kiss her full on the lips. She is not embarrassed, but responds to my kiss, by putting her arms tightly around my shiny shoulders, and returning the kiss.

"There, that's better, and between us it is much more fun. Now, let me get your lips repaired."

i lean back in the seat, and she does an excellent job on my lips, outlining the full pink with a slightly darker line to accentuate the shape. She thinly rubs on a film of lip gloss, and then shows me the result in her compact mirror.

"Now, that is better, you look the lovely girl you were when you first got on the bus. But don't kiss me to thank me, otherwise i will have to start over again."

At this we both laugh, and for the rest of the journey, we chat like old friends about clothes, make-up, and men.

We both get off at the same stop, and knowing of my problems in the cape, she helps me to step down from the bus. As we are both going in the same direction, she holds my hand, and we walk together to the corner of my street.

"Thank you for making me cheerful again; i hope that we can meet some time and be good friends."

"I'm sure we can, and we have one thing at least in common. From your dress, you are obviously a pupil at Miss Hughes' Academy; I can recognise the plastic mac in the distinctive lovely pink colour. I spent a happy year there once, and I know of her treatments of pupils. Don't be disheartened, the first few weeks are the worst and then it is easy to settle in to the way of the school. You will get to love it there, as the lessons become more enjoyable every week, and the skills you learn are so helpful in your daily life. Don't worry, most days you will not have to travel home half naked! "

At this she laughs, and for the first time in our acquaintance, i remember that i have almost nothing on under my transparent plastic cape.

"Goodbye for now, and take care, my dear. We will meet again, and by the way, my name is Rosemary."

With this, she gives me a sisterly kiss on my cheek, so as not to disturb my lipstick, and with a final understanding squeeze of my hand,, she turns and strolls on her way. This is to be a good friend, who likes me as a girl!

i am now full of cheer, and with a broad smile on my face, and with the reassurance that my make-up is perfect, thanks to Rosemary's art work, i skip jauntily homeward.

CHAPTER 8 - VISITORS AT HOME

Once in doors, i put the bag of clothes tidily in the hall, and then walk as quickly as i can without appearing to rush to the door the lounge, and knock politely. On being called " Enter!", i open the door, to be immediately aware that Mistress is entertaining two of her lady friends. i am determined to impress her with my new abilities, and i execute as near perfect a curtsy as i can. With my knees fully bent, and my head bowed, i hold out the skirt of my cape as far as possible.

"Please, Mistress, i have returned home from school, and request your instructions. I have a note for you from Miss Hughes."

"Hello, Jennifer, this is good; you are learning the necessary humility required by a maid. come over here, so that my friends can see how I have improved you in such a short time."

I straighten up from my curtsy, without too much wobbling, and mince over to the settee where they are sitting. i open my handbag, and pass Miss Hughes' note to Mistress. While she reads it, the two friends take the opportunity to inspect (with their fingers!!) my coat, and my body through the blue plastic. i have learnt in the previous few days that this is my lot, and that i must not react, and so i accept these fondlings and gropings without squirming, but keep a demure expression on my face.

When mistress has finished reading the note, she turns to me, and takes in my dress (or lack of it!!), my make-up, and my pose.

"Well, this is good, my dear friends here can see almost all there is of you. First, I think that it is better if you take your cape off, and hang it in the hall. You can then get us tea, and after that we can all go to the shops and get your new school uniform. Thank goodness it is late night shopping tonight."

As a good maid should, i again curtsy deeply, and then back my way out of the room. I struggle out of my cape, and go into the kitchen, where i find a pretty white lace trimmed apron and cap. Putting these on, i carefully arrange the ribbons of the cap so that they hang down my bare back and sway against my shoulders. Of course i must now resume my maid's duties, i prepare a tray of tea, sandwiches and cakes for Mistress and her guests. When all is ready, i mince to the lounge door, knock, and on being called, enter and again curtsy. This is a little bit more difficult, as i have to balance the tray as well.

"You do look nice now, Jennifer, I think that I might insist that this be your maid's uniform from now on!!"

This brings peals of laughter from the others, and i blush deeply, as they had intended. Because of course, i am dressed only in the apron, cap, basque, suspenders, panties, stockings, and stiletto shoes. i slyly take a peep at the full length mirror on one of the walls as i pass, and i must admit the outfit is most fetching, and it highlights my most feminine characteristics.

After they have finished their tea (during which i am used as a coffee table, having to kneel down with my arms making one pair of "legs", and the tea tray is rested on my back!! - Mistress knows the most humiliating practices, but i enjoy them as i know that they give her pleasure!! The position gives the guests great opportunity to explore exposed parts of my body, and i am hard put to it to control my squirms so that nothing is spilled from the tray, as i know that will bring great punishment!!) i am sent to clear away the tea things, and then called back into the lounge.

"Now, go and fetch the outfit I have put out on your bed; you can dress down here so that we can watch, and I want to apply some of this new cream to your breasts so that we start to see some development as soon as possible. and then get us our coats, and don't dawdle on the way back fondling the plastic!! When we return from the shops, you can tell us about your day, and we can then get you to show us what you have learned."

i back out deferentially from the lounge and trip expectantly up the stairs to my room. There on the bed is a lovely costume, a summer frock in floral white, with short puffed sleeves tied with long blue laces, full skirt to just above the knee with its hem edged with blue lace, and a tight waist with a matching wide blue belt. To go underneath is a frothy lace petticoat, which makes the skirt stand out. There are also a pair of white lace gloves, a pair of 4 inch heeled white stilettos, and very fine seamed nylon stockings.

Folding the beautifully feminine clothes over my arm, i hurry downstairs to the lounge, and after i have laid them carefully over the back of a chair, i am summoned to Mistress's side.

"Kneel down, my girl, and let me get at your breasts."

When i kneel by her side, she cups one of my little breasts in her hand,, and with the other, rubs the cream firmly all over. The previous cream she used is already having an effect, as my breast is now much more sensitive to her touch and her fingers send thrills of excitement through my body.

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners to my guests. Ladies, would you like a go at this?"

Of course, the other two accept, and i have both my titties well massaged by all three, as well as gropings in other parts. When they are finally satisfied, Mistress insists that my waist needs narrowing to take the pretty dress, and so i am made to lie face down on the sofa while the three pull the drawstrings on the basque tighter. When they are finally satisfied, i stand with difficulty as the waist is now so tight as to almost cut off my breathing.

In the next ten minutes, i treat them to the sight of my changing into the new dress, which i have to show off to them by whirling on my heels so that the skirt flies up high around my waist. With the tightened basque, the waist fits very snugly, which is fortunate, as the wide belt is very tight around my waist, and again i sneak a view of my figure in the mirror showing that i have a most feminine shapeliness.

i am helped on with the stockings, the two guests each given the job of rolling one up my leg and having me bend over in front of them so that they can reach the suspender (and much more!). When they are finally satisfied with my dress, i am sent to get their coats. The guests have a green transparent and a shiny yellow mini coat, the latter with a full length zip fastener at the front. When i help them on with these, they taunt me by rubbing the material against my bare skin. Mistress sends me to get her shiny red trench coat, while i am told that i must wear her shiny white duster coat, which goes so well with the dress, and its full shape sits neatly over the full skirt.

Mistress looks really striking in her red mac, particularly as i help her on with the red thigh boots that i was made to wear on the first night. i collect many hard slaps as i zip the boots up on the inside of her leg.

When we are all ready, i follow them deferentially out through the front door. Outside it is now raining again, and we are glad of our coats, and the large hoods which keep the rain off our hair-dos. i have been given a little white handbag to carry over the crook of my arm, and we walk together to the shopping centre in the town, the three ladies taking great delight in my discomfort when i am wolf whistled by passers by.

CHAPTER 9 - LATE NIGHT SHOPPING

At the shop that stocks the school uniform, i am led inside, and we spend a happy hour trying on various items of uniform in the pretty school pink. I have to wear pink stilettos, pink underwear, and some lovely pink dresses and skirts in the softest of materials.

The ladies take great joy in making me parade around the shops in my undies, while different costumes are brought to us. They know that i have a secret, and enjoy the embarrassment of my fear of being found out by one of the female shop assistants. (To be truthful, the embarrassment is now becoming an excruciating pleasure, as there is great satisfaction in fooling other women that i am one of them!! Maybe i am no longer fooling them, but have made the complete transformation into a beautiful girl!)

i have to have a selection of ribbons for my hair, all in the pretty pink. Miss Hughes has given Mistress a full list of all the clothing items needed, and one that gives us all special pleasure is a full length ball gown. This does not have to be of one style, but must be in the correct colour.

Naturally, i have to try on all there are in the shop; i am very lucky that my waist is now so strapped down, as it gives me a greater choice, and i have the experience of trying on some beautiful dresses. We finally decide on a lovely dress, bare shouldered, with full skirts falling to my ankles, and layers of lace on the bodice and skirts, which makes me look like Scarlet O'Hara.

The last garment to be chosen is my school raincoat, which must be plastic, pvc or polyurethane. Once again there is a lovely variety of styles, and if i had my choice, i would have every one of them!! The hour trying each on is the highlight of the shopping trip, and we at last choose a most feminine coat in transparent pink, with masses of pleats at bosom level, giving a very wide skirt, which naturally hangs just to below my knee, and with buttoned cuffs at the wrists and a large deep hood tied with long plastic laces.

It has large white buttons in the shape of hearts, and large side pockets, with slits so that i can reach into other pockets in my inner garments if i wish. There is also a tie-belt, as well as a little detached pixie hood, with a high point at the top, and a 'collar' below the long plastic tie ribbons. This is very cute, and Mistress and her friends are most pleased with it, as they insist that it makes me look very fetching.

While in the rainwear department, Mistress notices a selection of other pvc and plastic clothes, and is immediately drawn to them. In particular, She picks out a matching blouse and flared miniskirt in transparent pink plastic, edged with enchanting white plastic lace. She also picks a flared skirt and blouse outfit in shiny black pvc. i am required to try each on, and my three companions are delighted with the effect. They decide that the outfits will be splendid as maid's outfits, and so they also select maids aprons and caps in both clear white and shiny white plastic, both short aprons for waiting on Mistress and full length pinafores for working in the kitchen.

I am also delighted that She selects the most lovely sets of matching clear plastic, shiny white and black pvc underwear, panties, bras, waspies, suspender belts, arm length gloves and many-layered transparent and coloured plastic petticoats, as well as blouses, a skin-tight mini skirt, and a long hobble skirt. in particular, the petticoats make the flared miniskirts stand out almost horizontally from my waist, deal for my maid's uniform.

When all is parcelled up, and i am dressed back in my white dress and coat, i am given the parcels to carry, and we go back out into the rain on our way home. i know that i am going to enjoy every day at school when i will be wearing such sweet clothes, and the ball gown holds promise of some exciting nights.

As soon as we reach home, i am expected to help the ladies out of their coats, and take them into the kitchen to dry. i am sent upstairs to unpack my new school uniform, and set it out on the bed. i also help Mistress out of her boots, and they enjoy watching me clean these in my usual way after i have protected my dress by taking it off, and dressing in the long clear plastic pinafore. So delighted are they at this, that i am made to clean the stilettos of the two friends.

When all are satisfied, i have to serve them drinks, and then Mistress sends me to change into my new school dress. I have to parade in various combinations of the garments, as often as not with my gorgeous new pink coat over all. I have to twirl round on my heel, which makes the lovely pink mac flow out wide from my bosom line.

Well, naturally they are delighted with their purchases, i have to go back upstairs, and hang my new outfits away, before changing into the costume i wore to school today. i go upstairs, enter my bedroom, and take off this new beautiful frock, petticoat and shoes, and after putting these carefully away in the wardrobe, i put back on the blue skirt, the white blouse, dark blue blazer, and blue high heeled shoes.

When i have repaired my make-up, and back combed my hair, i go down to the lounge, knock, enter and curtsy. i am immediately sent to get my shiny pale blue transparent PVC cape which i am required to put on in front of Mistress and her friends. When i am tightly strapped into it, with the hood up, i am then required to stand, and in a fine high lisping voice, to recite the events of the day.

It takes a long time to finish the story of my time at school, as I am required to give intimate details of each lesson, of my chats with my new friends and I am asked to describe my feelings at each new experience. i am sent to fetch a make-up case and mirror, and when ready, i show my newly learnt skills in make-up. At this, the friends are delighted that i am now able to fix hair, and they require me to groom their coiffures, and put them in various fetching styles. as both are then nearly ready to leave, they also get me to make their faces up in quite dramatic styles.

Eventually they are satisfied with my services, and i am sent to fetch their plastic macs. i am first told to take off my cape so that they can each try it on, with my assistance in arranging the hood and skirts most fetchingly on them. i am rewarded for my services by being made to model their macs for them. Both are delightful to wear, and one of the guests takes the opportunity to capture the scene with her Polaroid camera. The use of the flash stimulates them to make me pose as for glamour photos, and i am soon made to take off my skirt and blouse, and to model the coats over my underwear. The guests taunt me that these photos will be passed around their social circle, so that other friends are more than likely to want to use my services for any manner of purposes.

i am then sent upstairs to put on the beautiful new ball gown, which is a dream to wear. i take the opportunity to tie the matching pink ribbons in large bows in my hair, which cascades down my back. i also change my make-up as i have learned to a more flamboyant colouring for night- time activities, and match the colours to the beautiful pink of the dress.

When i join the ladies, there are gasps of admiration, and i am again the subject of many photos. They are particularly pleased with the ribbons in my hair. Naturally, i am expected to show off the dress with the various coats on over it, giving both me and the ladies more pleasure.

Finally, i am instructed to change out of my lovely gown, and into my new see-through maids outfit, which has a lovely feel against the skin, as the sleeves are skin tight, and the very full plastic petticoats swish and rustle around my thighs provocatively. The fetching little plastic panties, bra and suspender belt leave nothing to the imagination.

I put on the small clear plastic apron, and the cap, which has pretty long ribbons that hang down my back. When i walk, the sound is heavenly and i join Mistress and her friends with a happy smile on my face, after checking the effect of the outfit in front of the full length mirror. The clothes allow anyone to see my undergarments clearly, and also shows lots of bare flesh.

i am again expected to strike various poses for photos to be taken, as all are thrilled with the new maids clothes. The transparent uniform allows all my figure and underwear to be seen, and we can see on the Polaroid pictures that the camera reveals all! i can see that i will be expected to wear these more often than my other uniforms, a prospect which i await with excruciating excitement, particularly in the street where everyone can see me fully.

Naturally i am required again to strike many provocative poses, and to try on the guests' and our plastic coats over the maid's outfit. They are particularly taken by the plastic underwear, and have me pose in just the see-through undies with the plastic macs over my shoulders, making me look most sexy.

When they have finally got all the poses they want, i have to give up the coats, and help them on with their macs. Both use the opportunity for a further fondle of my body; the creams are having a wonderful effect, and the strokings of my breasts are most thrilling, giving me a delightfully erotic sensation, particularly through the beautiful plastic blouse. Of course, both guests appreciate this, and tantalise me with their fingers.

When they have finally left, and i have curtsied deeply to them, holding out the skirt and petticoats as far as i can, (one other pleasure is that the plastic of the tight blouse is stretched even tighter over my body!) i follow Mistress into the lounge, and busy myself clearing away the glasses left from our guests' drinks. i take them on through to the kitchen, and busy myself as a good maid should for the next fifteen minutes washing dishes and other household chores, after rolling up the sleeves of my blouse, and change out of the short apron, and put on the long working apron, which is in clear plastic, and reaches down to my calves, and rustles delightfully over my knees as i move.

The work makes the uniform move over my skin, and the sensuous feel of the plastic is most arousing. Soon, the work makes me quite hot, and i can feel perspiration running inside the blouse. Fortunately, there is a perfume atomiser next to the sink, and i give myself a couple of cool sprays down into the blouse, that sweetens my body odour, and gives a tinglingly cool shock to my growing breasts.

When all the dishes are washed, put away, and the kitchen tidy, i take off my lovely long apron, and hang it carefully behind the kitchen door. i roll down the sleeves of my plastic blouse, and button them at my wrists, before tying the little white apron straps around my slender waist, and buttoning the top of it to the buttons on my blouse. i take the opportunity to stroke my breasts which are feeling more sensitive by the day, and the action rouses me considerably.

But i must not neglect my duties, and so i repair to the lounge, where i dutifully knock curtsy deeply and await my next instructions.

"Come over here, Jennifer, I am pleased with you today, as you have delighted my friends. They are so pleased, they wish to borrow you for a few days over the weekend."

"I think that you are now becoming a good enough girl, and I can trust you to behave in a ladylike manner when out of my direct control."

"Oh, yes Mistress!!" i cry, delighted at the praise, but also apprehensive of the treatment i might get at the friend's house.

Mistress beckons me to kneel in front of her, which makes the lovely silky plastic petticoats rustle over my thighs. i bury my hands in their full skirts, while Mistress fondles my boobs through the plastic blouse. Her hand also explores under the skirts, and her fingers probe into the soft plastic panties to give me further arousal.

Eventually, we retire to bed, after i have helped her to undress, and i am again dressed in the training body-corset and shoe forms, which, i am glad to say, are already moulding my figure into a beautifully feminine shape. A further application of the breast developing cream, and some pills which also help, finish off my feminisation programme for the day.

CHAPTER 10 - ON LOAN TO A FRIEND

The next morning i awake early with the thrill of expectation of what the day will bring me. Every day since my change to femininity, something new and exciting has happened, and i have become more practised and experienced in my female role.

When Mistress has released me from my training garments, i rise from my bed, and dress in my new maid's outfit , today the shiny black pvc dress and shiny white apron and cap. The high gloss is most provocative, and i wear matching underwear.

i am by now quite proficient at make-up, and soon my face is a picture of girliness. i use pale pink lipstick with lashings of lip gloss to complement my blonde hair, which i adorn with masses of matching pink ribbons. Although i enjoy the femininity and the versatility of wigs, there is infinitely more pleasure to be had in making up my own hair into flattering styles, and especially feeling the tightness of ribbons tied in my locks. Pink the most womanly of colours is now my firm favourite and i resolve to wear some of the colour as a sign to the world of my new sex.

To match the dress i wear 5 inch black patent stilettos which are becoming quite comfortable, and oh so flattering to my calves and thighs. i wear black stockings to contrast with my full frilly white plastic petticoats and panties, which show below the skirt.

Once breakfast is served to Mistress and i have helped her wash dress and make-up, i happily immerse myself in my duties in the kitchen and elsewhere around the house. I have changed from the short apron to a long pinafore to ensure that the sexy black dress stays as clean as when i put it on.

When all is done, Mistress calls me into the lounge, and after curtsying and approaching her dutifully, She instructs me to squat at Her feet.

"This weekend, Jennifer, you will have a rest from Me, as I am lending you to one of My friends, Miss Jane. You will treat her as deferentially as Me, and I will expect a good report from her of your behaviour, or there will be a new punishment waiting for you when you return."

"I understand that she has some new experiences for you which will teach you more essentials of being a girl and a maid."

She then leads me upstairs to the spare room which i enter with a mixture of emotions, for i know that the cupboard and drawers contain a variety of peculiar clothing, and i feel sure that today i will be expected to wear something as mortifying as my last visit to the room.

i am not disappointed, as Mistress once again instructs me to strip off all my clothes, and to collect my new see- through plastic underwear from my bedroom. i put on the basque (which despite being made of plastic is very strong, and constricts me as tightly as any i have so far experienced), as well as my panties., but not surprisingly my pretty bra.

Mistress then produces from a drawer a new outfit of 'torture' clothes. Firstly, a clear plastic girdle (with eight suspenders!) which fits very tightly around my already severely constricted waist and hips. It is flexible, and when Mistress pulls the drawstrings at the back as tight as possible, i squeal with the pressure on my body. i notice that it has a very thin long chain attached to the front which i am sure will cause me pain or embarrassment or both.

Next i am handed a pair of pale tan seamed stockings. Once i have these pulled up my long shapely legs, Mistress passes me a pair of clear baby-pink plastic thigh boots with six inch!! heels to follow.

The sensation of drawing on the supple clear plastic up over my legs and thighs is excruciating. I now find what the extra suspenders are for, to attach to the tops of the boots! There is something strange about these lovely boots, as inside, around the ankles, there are straps which fasten high around my ankles. When the zips are pulled up on the inside leg, the plastic fits very tightly right from my the top of my toes to my thighs, but they feel very comfortable.

i am almost in tears of happiness at these lovely boots, and i cannot resist a few twirls, even though the heels are much higher than any i have worn so far. The clinging clear plastic uppers fit like a glove, and the boots become part of my legs!

But, imagine my shock when Mistress gives me a firm slap, and with a wicked laugh, tell me to sit on the chair. Once i am seated, she lifts each boot, and carefully unscrews the heels!

"These will teach you how to stand properly, my girl" says Mistress, as i try to balance on them.

It is possible but great strain is placed on the calves and ankles, and i have to concentrate all the time. i practice walking up and down the room a few times and i soon develop the balance. i notice now that the suspenders to the boot-tops are flexible, as there is much more movement in the boots without the heels.

Next i am sat at a dressing table and mistress passes the chain from the font of the girdle between my legs and up my back. She then plaits the hair on the top of my head into one long thin plait but with the chain from my suspender belt which has been passed between my legs woven in with my hair. A pretty pink ribbon is tied tightly onto the end of the plait, and so i am now connected by chain from my hair to my waist via my private parts and botty. Mistress then arranges the rest of my hair into a mass of little pony- tails, all held in place with small pink bows.

I then put over this the clear plastic blouse and mini skirt so that all the chain can be seen. Without the full petticoats, the skirt hangs in waves around my thighs. My Mistress then produces two frilly pink garters, which i pull up each leg until they reach the clips of the suspenders to my stockings, where they are firmly attached to the clips. While putting on the garters i notice that they each have clips on the inside of each thigh, and Mistress then connects the two garters together between my legs.

"Now stand, Jennifer, and let Me see how these stance training aids help in your feminisation programme."

With even more difficulty, without the ability to part my legs above the knees more than three inches, i stagger to my feet, and take up an even more precarious stance. "Right, stand straight, and let me adjust your head trainer."

She then thrusts her hands under my skirt at the front, and pulls the chain on the girdle tight until my head is forced backwards. Once my chin is four inches from my upper chest, she stops tightening, and sets the length of the chain.

"Now, girlie, that will teach you to walk with a straight back, and to keep your head up proudly. If you lower your face in shyness or embarrassment, you will pull your hair painfully, as well as cutting the chain into your extra bits" she laughed.

"There is no better training device than pain and embarrassment for young girls."

"Let me see how you walk with all this on. At least, you will not need me reminding you of your posture while you are in this."

i take tentative steps and soon realise that every pace has to be thought about to avoid maximum pain. The tightness of the skirt and blouse around the chain causes the blouse to be pulled even tighter over my boobies showing them off to even greater effect. The tight girdle improves my shapely figure even more, but adds to the strap between my thighs, the chain and the missing heels in making walking a new and thrilling experience.

After many agonising circuits of the room i begin to find that the constraints are cunningly designed and set so that if every part of my posture and walk is just right there is no pain, and when i walk towards the full length mirror at one end of the room i have to admit that walking correctly is most becoming for a girl, and accentuates the shapeliness of my beautifully feminine legs and trim girlie figure. i am forced to walk proudly, thrusting my growing breasts out ( which gives pleasure to compensate for the pain as the tender nipples, not confined by a bra, are excited by rubbing on the plastic of the blouse).

When Mistress is satisfied that i can manage without falling over (if i did i am not sure that i would be able to get up again without help) we go downstairs, a major exercise in itself as the lack of movement in the upper legs makes negotiating each step a study in concentration. The lack of heels makes me take great care with my balance and it is difficult to use my upper torso to provide compensating balance without pulling painfully on my hair.

Once at the foot of the stairs, i am sent to prepare morning coffee for Mistress, which gives me more opportunity to practice walking and working in my restraints. i have to be very careful putting on the apron and cap to avoid pain. i find bending particularly difficult, and so have to get used to bending my knees, and lowering my body with my back as straight as possible if i need to get anything below my standing reach.

When i take the tray of coffee into Mistress, i very gingerly lower myself into a curtsy, keeping my feet as far apart as the garter straps will allow to sustain my balance. Mistress is most pleased at my developing skill, and i am rewarded by a tender stroke on the botty and boobs as i serve her a cup of coffee.

"you are coming along well, Jennifer, and I am sure that you will carry yourself well on the way to Miss Jane's house. I have a special treat for you, as you have been quite good. Sit quietly at my feet until I have finished my coffee, and then you can clear away. Then I will show you your treat."

i carefully lower myself to the floor, and sit obeisantly by her stiletto - clad feet, which she occasionally digs painfully into my lap. When She has finished the coffee, i raise myself with care, and taking the cup on the tray, retire backwards from the lounge, and take it to the kitchen where i wash up and put the crockery away.

Once i have finished, i take off my cap and apron, and hang them neatly behind the kitchen door. i return to the lounge, curtsy, and lisp "i have finished in the kitchen, Mistress, and i await your next command."

"Good, then go upstairs and pack the overnight bag with your new maid's outfits and day and night ensembles for polite company. I understand that you might be 'coming out' while you are away." This last is with a smirk of anticipated cruelty, which fills me with not a little fear.

i hurry as best i can to obey, and within five minutes, i have returned to the hall with the bag packed with all my pvc and plastic maid's outfits, the pink gingham dress we bought on my first day and for evening wear, i have included a dark pink minidress which i will describe later. i have also packed matching underwear to go with all the clothes and two nighties. i have selected make-up to match the outfits, as i am now quite proficient in knowing which colours to use for both day and night purposes.

When i knock on the lounge door, Mistress comes into the hall, and checks the contents of the bag. She is obviously satisfied, as i am not punished. Having inspected my dress, make-up and stance, she opens the cloakroom door and passes me from it my bronze mac, which i was given by the rainwear shop proprietor in such naughty circumstances. It sends a frison of pleasure and guilt to be now reminded of that thrilling encounter, and to be allowed to wear the beautiful coat; at times i have thought that i might be forbidden it because of the background to its acquisition.

"Oh, Mistress, thank you so much for allowing me to wear it. i know i was most naughty when i was given it, but you know of my great love of plastic macs, and this one is just a dream. i love its style, fabric and the colour. Please let me keep it, and i will be your good girl for ever."

"Jennifer, this is your treat for the moment, so look after it this weekend at Miss Jane's. I'm sure that by the time you return tomorrow night, you will have earned this treat." Once again, the cruel laugh, and i am now most fearful for my treatment to come.

"Let Me help you on with it, so that i can have a good look at you in the mac."

She holds the bronze delight open, and i carefully slip my arms into the narrow sleeves, and wriggle into the folds of the coat. i button the cuffs tightly around my wrists, while Mistress fastens the buttons up the front. She is so good to me, as she knows how difficult it is to bend to fix the lower buttons.

The hood is very full and deep, and Mistress folds the front edge back an inch. A hairpin fixes the top of the hood to the middle of the front of my hair, so that the rest of the hood sits down widely on my shoulders. The ribbons are tied under my chin, which makes the front of the mac sit well up on my boobies.

"Well, Jennifer, it is too much to ask you to give me a rapid twirl, but see how fast you can turn to make the skirts fly out."

So great is my gratitude to my dear Mistress, that i forget the pain, and swing round on my toes as fast as i can, and the full coat floats out in a lovely bronze cloud of soft clear plastic. It obviously satisfies Mistress, as i am rewarded with a motherly kiss on the cheek.

i am given directions on how to find Miss Jane's home, and am then given a matching shiny bronze handbag with short straps to be worn over the forearm. Once i have gathered my overnight bag, i am sent on my way to my next adventure with a stern warning to be good and not to be picked up by any strangers.

It is again raining and i am glad of my plastic mac, but you know that i would have been in any weather!! i of necessity walk with small ladylike steps, keeping my knees together, and with a straight back and my head held up proudly. The hobble on my thighs makes my walk accentuate my bottom wiggle, and this takes some getting used to, to avoid excessive pull on my hair-chain. i hold my right arm hooked against my body to hang my handbag from, and the other hand carries the overnight bag. The lack of heels makes me walk on tip-toe, and with my knees slightly bent, and i am aware that my walk, already improving from previous days' training, is now becoming refined to a woman's natural style while wearing high heels and tight skirts.

It is obviously appreciated, as i once again attract many admiring glances, both for my posture and, i suspect, for both the sexy boots and the glorious raincoat, which is by now glistening with raindrops. When i get to the end of the road, i turn towards the bus-stop where i am to catch the bus to the other side of town where Miss Jane lives, and i am partly delighted and also mortified to find that waiting at the bus stop is my friend of the previous day, Rosemary, looking stunningly beautiful dressed in a long calf-length loose-fitting glossy black polyurethane trench coat and matching spike-heeled boots.

"Jennifer, how lovely to see you again, and in such a pretty coat. The colour is quite the loveliest, and it suits you so well."

We exchange sisterly kisses, and surreptitious little hand squeezes. I only hope that she does not notice my restraining and training equipment, as i am sure that i will be too shy to explain why i am wearing them.

Her admiration for my raincoat absorbs her interest, however, and she studies it carefully, even feeling the fabric approvingly. She is delighted with the many pleats which give such fullness to the skirt, and the special feature of the button cuffs.

"I love the fabric, it is so soft and flattering, particularly the way it moulds itself to your body, showing your true shape. I was most taken by the blue cape you wore yesterday, but this is quite the nicest I have seen. If it is not to presumptuous of me, I would love to try your raincoat on some time."

How could i refuse such a dear friend?

"Of course you can, we must meet sometime when i have more time available, and i would just love to help you on with it, and if you don't mind i would also enjoy trying on your black trench coat, which suits you , and sits so well on your smashing figure."

Rosemary flashes a lovely smile at me, and i am sure that we would have thrown ourselves into each other's arms, which would have been both painful and embarrassing, as i am sure that she could not have failed to detect the hair-chain through my thin clothing. But, fortunately, the bus comes along at that moment, and i am faced with the problem of climbing aboard in my straps.

But, never fear, Rosemary is a true friend, and loops her arm under my elbow, and gives me just the amount of upward pressure to make it possible to step up onto the platform without making a big fuss.

We find a seat together at the back of the bus, and i lower myself carefully into it, to avoid pressure on the hair-chain. i naturally have to sit up very straight, and to keep my head up to avoid pain. Rosemary notices this, and comments "You are certainly learning the deportment lessons at Miss Hughes Academy. I'm sure that you will be in for high marks at your term test."

i am grateful for the full skirts on the bronze raincoat, as i pull them down well over my knees so the garters are not so obvious.

Throughout the rest of the journey, which is all too short, we talk about girlie things, and i am aware of Rosemary often feeling the beautifully soft plastic of my coat and boots. Taking a cue from her, i stroke the lovely black polyurethane, supple, wet and cold to the touch. Rosemary shows me a dress catalogue she has with her. Se is going to the shops to choose some new clothes, and asks my opinion on the styles in the catalogue. I am so flattered that such a beautiful and clever girl should ask me, who has only been a girl for a few days, for my advice on clothes, but we become enwrapped in the beautiful clothes shown in the book. Rosemary is most sorry that i can not accompany her to the shops, as she would love for me to be with her to help her selections, but i know that i cannot possibly delay my arrival at Miss Jane's.

All too soon, the bus arrives at the shopping area, and with a hug and a kiss, Rosemary leaves me. Her seat is taken by delightful hunk of a man, who spends the rest of my journey trying to pick me up, and i cannot even lower my head in embarrassment, at his verbal and touching advances. Needless to say, by the time i rise to get off at my stop, i am thoroughly aroused.

Fortunately, getting off the bus is easier, and the distance from the bus stop to Miss Jane's is but a short walk.

CHAPTER 11 - CHANGE BACK AGAIN.

I knock with trepidation at the door of the large house, and soon Miss Jane opens the door. She is tall, has long straight black hair, and wears a smart green mini suit and high matching green shoes. i curtsy primly, and say "Please, Miss Jane, my Mistress has sent me to you for your use. i hope that i can serve you satisfactorily."

"Come in, Jennifer " she barks, and i follow her into the hall. "Now, let me have a look at you; open your pretty coat. It is lovely, and I think I may borrow that this afternoon. Those boots are sensational, quite irresistible for stroking!"

Again, with difficulty, i undo the buttons down the front of my bronze mac, and carefully take the hood from the hairpin in my hair. When the coat is opened, Miss Jane admires my plastic blouse and skirt, and roams her hands over and inside them, and particularly over the thighs of my boots.

"You are a pretty little thing, but i have other clothes that i want you to wear, which you may not find so pleasurable."

She indicates for me to take off my plastic raincoat, and to hang it in the hall cupboard. When i have done that, she leads me upstairs to a bedroom, where i am instructed to undress completely, including earrings (apart of course for my silver dog collar), and to go into the adjoining shower. She helps me off with the hair-chain, and my feet are pleased to be released from the training boots.

Once i am completely naked ( and having folded my clothes carefully on the bed) i go into the shower and Miss Jane watches while i wash myself thoroughly, paying special attention to the make-up on my face and to my hair. When i leave the shower, i am given a bottle of nail varnish remover and told to clean all the colour off my toe and finger nails.

When i have finished to her satisfaction, i am led into another bedroom, where to my horror, i find set out on the bed is a complete set of men's clothes!! There is a suit, shirt, tie, boxer shorts, socks, heavy brogues, and even a tight vest!

"Right, my girl, get into those. I am sure that you have not yet forgotten how to wear them."

i plead with her not to force me back into these horrible things, but a threat of unnamed punishment soon dampens down this small feeling of revolt. i am now so completely servile to these powerful women, and enjoy my servility, that even such an unpleasant task as i now have, i will undertake as i am commanded.

i put on the now hated men's clothes (which now incidentally make me feel much more like a transvestite!!). The vest flattens most effectively my swelling boobs, so that with the shirt on, they are not at all apparent. Once dressed, Miss Jane tells me to sit at the dressing table, and she uses a brush, comb, mousse and hair drier to set my hair back into a masculine style. I am also made to use a most manly-scented after shave, to give no-one any lingering doubt about my (apparent!!) sex.

"Right, I think that you are respectable enough to accompany me to the shops. I am sure that no-one will think of you as anything but a man now"

At this, she chuckles to herself.

"This afternoon, you will be my husband, and if you are really good and attentive to my needs, and don't cause me any displeasure, I might let you later change back into those skirts and blouses and high heels that you obviously now enjoy."

"But for now, you must try to be a man again!"

I follow her downstairs, where she opens the hall cupboard, and takes from it my beautiful bronze mac.

"Yes, I think that I will wear this today. You can have the small pleasure of seeing me in it, and the pain of not wearing it yourself."

i help her on with it, and arrange the hood on her hair as i had worn it. i am stunned by the effect; while i enjoyed wearing it, Miss Jane is even more beautiful in it, and the coat complements her colours, and the green outfit she is wearing.

"Right, off to the shops."

We walk toward the front door, but just as she opens it, she notices that it is still raining. (On reflection, i am sure that she knew, and is just piling on my humiliation.)

"But, my dear, we cannot have you getting wet. Let me see if i have a coat for you."

With that, she turns back to the cupboard, and takes from it a sweet, very transparent pink plastic cape, knee length, with pink lace trim around the hood and hem of its skirt, as well as the tie ribbons at the neck. At the shoulders, collar, and arm slots, there are very pretty little bows attached as trim. In fact, quite the most feminine garment i have ever seen.

"This should keep you dry, put it on."

Now, humiliation has been heaped upon me. i am dressed as a man, and with the hair style and lack of make-up i have no effeminate outward signs. Even my swelling breasts are well disguised in the suit jacket. This raincape, however, in such a feminine pink, can only be for a woman, and so i have to wear it and endure the strange looks of all for being a 'man' in a ladies coat. Indeed, as we walk together, i often catch snippets of conversation of others in the street, commenting on my pretty plastic cape , and how effeminate for a 'man' to wear such a sweet thing.

We walk through the crowded streets, both with our hoods over our heads, and the tie ribbons in a big pink bow under my chin, and soon we reach the shops. Once inside the shopping mall, Miss Jane relents, and allows me to take off my cape and to carry it folded neatly over my arm. If i think that she is in any way giving up any future humiliation, i am soon to be disillusioned, however. We next head for a department store, the same one where i had bought my first clothes with Mistress a few days before.

We start at the handbag counter, where Miss Jane makes it perfectly clear to everyone, by asking my opinion, and making me hook each one we look at, over or under my arm, that the handbag we are choosing is for me. i am made to put the cape back on, so that the colours of the handbags can be matched or contrasted with the cape's pink, and Miss Jane and the assistant have long discussions on how suitable each bag is for me. To leave no-one in doubt, she calls me John, and refers to me as her 'husband', who, She explains, wishes to wear pretty things, and so She is helping me to dress properly. This causes great hilarity to both the shop assistants, and the other customers at the counter. We finally settle on a sweet little pink (naturally!) shiny handbag with short straps to be "worn" over the arm.

When it is chosen and paid for, i am told at the counter to empty out my pockets, which contain handkerchief, cash, keys etc., and put them in the handbag. Miss Jane then loudly explains how to carry the bag, with its carrying loops over the crook of my arm, and so we walk off towards the fashion floor with me now obviously carrying a most effeminate handbag.

Miss Jane then leads me to the lingerie department. She firstly selects a pair of pink lace edged panties from a counter, and, in a loud voice, asks my opinion. When i say that they are very nice, she calls the assistant, and when she has arrived, she tells her that i have chosen these, asks me what size i take, and requests the assistant to find a pair in that size.

Asking the assistant to accompany us, she leads us around the lingerie counters, selecting bras, basques, suspenders and stockings, and a shocking pink teddy with white lace trim, as well as filmy negligees and night-gowns, while again making it abundantly clear that they are for me by asking my opinion, and checking my size, even by holding them up against me. The assistant is greatly amused, and even boldly quips "I am sure that you will look lovely in them, sir."

When all is selected, the assistant asks for the garments to wrap them, but Miss Jane replies:

"No, I am sure that my husband would rather like to wear some of them now. Can you take John in the changing room and help him on with these things?"

This sends the assistant into peals of laughter, and very soon quite a few other shoppers and assistants are aware of my predicament.

"Come along, my dear, I'll give you a hand. I suspect that you are rather inexperienced at wearing these," the assistant says in a loud voice, and leads me by the hand into one of the changing cubicles.

i struggle out of my manly clothes, being careful to keep my back to the assistant so that she cannot see my small but swelling breasts. Soon the assistant is hooking the bra (which fits very well over my titties!), basque and suspender belt around me. She even rolls the pale stockings up my legs and makes sure that the seams are straight, before hooking the top with the suspenders. The teddy is a dream, but most embarrassing to wear as a man!

When i am in all the feminine items, Miss Jane comes in, and she and the assistant make me turn on my heel so that they can see the effect.

"Oh, yes, they suit him, and I am sure that he will learn to be comfortable in them when he wears them all the time," Miss Jane tells the assistant, who giggles at the thought.

"I think that he will look better with the right shoes; those brogues really don't suit him now."

When they are both satisfied, and have extracted maximum embarrassment from me, Miss Jane says that i might as well start wearing them as soon as possible, and so i am told to put on my other clothes over the top, and i join Miss Jane at the pay counter.

"Well, at least it will stop him pinching yours in future" says the assistant, and she and Miss Jane laugh together at the little joke, and at my discomfort.

When all is paid for, and my male underwear parcelled, She leads me to the cosmetic counters, where the humiliation is repeated, with Miss Jane choosing various items for me, and even using the perfume testers of the most feminine scents on me.

Once again, the purchases, a lipstick, compact, eyeliner, mascara, and nail varnish are not wrapped, but given to me loudly to put in my little handbag, but not before Miss Jane makes a point of insisting on explaining the use of each item to me.

At fashions, we again obtain the services of a young assistant in selecting frocks, blouses, and skirts for me.

Imagine my shock on while standing at a rail of dresses i catch a glimpse of a black shiny coat over a black high heeled boot, and looking over the rail i look into the lovely face of my sweet friend Rosemary who is examining a dress on the same rail. i blush deeply, and avert my eyes in embarrassment particularly as i have an armful of dresses which have been chosen for me to try on. But luck is with me, and although she joins in the amusement of the other shoppers at the sight of a man choosing female clothing, and having dresses held up against him to check size and colour, she does not appear to recognise me in my male attire and hairstyle.

We even at one point are at the same full length mirror, as i am made to hold various creations against my body. i feel sure that she will recognise my bronze mac on Miss Jane, who even asks Rosemary's opinion of a particularly soft and feminine pink day dress with a long many-pleated skirt, which i am required to hold up against my suit.

"How do you think my husband will look in this when he wears it to go shopping for me in the summer? I do so want him to look his loveliest, and to feel comfortable wearing it."

"I think that it will suit him perfectly," giggles Rosemary, "the colour goes with his hair and eyes. What a pity he doesn't have the figure to do it justice, but I am sure that you can train him to the right shape, and he will make a sweet young thing."

This greatly amuses Miss Jane, and they both go into peals of laughter, and i feel little tears appear in the corner of my eyes.

"Why not get him to try it on, particularly with his cute little cape? With some matching ribbons in his hair, he could be quite pretty!"

When dresses, skirts and blouses have been chosen, i am again put into the tender cares of the assistant who takes me into the changing cubicle. She is greatly amused to find that i already have female underwear on, and quips "I suppose you wear those every day to the office under your suit, you naughty man!!"

While it is a great joy to be back in female clothes, the process of having to try them on while obviously male is totally mortifying, and i have a permanent blush. Miss Jane again comes into the cubicle to inspect the outfits, and i am required to parade up and down outside for all the other shoppers to see. Thank goodness Rosemary has moved on by this time, as i am sure that she would recognise me in female clothes, even without make-up, and with the masculine hair style.

When i have preened and twirled to everyone's satisfaction and amusement, i change back into my male outer clothes, and the selected items are wrapped. At least this time i do not have to wear the dresses or skirts around the shops!!

But worse is to come. Our next stop is a shoe shop, where we again meet Rosemary. Now i am required to take off my brogues, and in front of every other customer, try on spiky high heels, and mince up and down in them to cries of "How does it feel?" "What lovely legs he has got"

Miss Jane finally chooses a pair of pale pink 5 inch stilettos, which match the other outfits she has chosen, and particularly the handbag. This time, my brogues are wrapped, and i am expected to wear the stilettos with my suit. As we are leaving, Rosemary sweetly smiles at me, comments on the smart match of the handbag and stilettos and says "Look, pretty boy, if you ever want lessons in the art of being a woman, give me a call," and laughs brightly.

i totter out behind Miss Jane, and she insists that i put my cape on and put my arms through the armholes to carry the handbag outside the cape, but that i leave the front of the cape unbuttoned so that all can see my male clothes underneath so that everyone passing by thinks that i am a man in lady's shoes, carrying a handbag. By now, the comments from others in the mall are loud, pointed, and embarrassing.

"Doesn't he look sweet?"

"Who's a pretty boy, then?"

Just some of what i have to endure.

Next, to the beauty parlour where Mistress took me on my first day. At least, no-one recognises me, when Miss Jane leads me to the receptionist.

"Good morning, I have booked a full treatment for my husband, John."

The receptionist gives us both a strange look, particularly as she has noticed my handbag and matching shoes.

"I hope there is no mistake, Madam, our 'full treatment' means manicure and nail varnish of finger and toe nails, hair styling, and full facial make-up."

"No, there is no mistake, but John has not time today for the hair styling. Please match the varnish and lipstick to my husband's new shoes and bag, as he has chosen this most feminine pink as the basic colour for his new colour scheme."

My cape is lifted from my shoulders with much giggling, and i am led to a chair at the front of the shop, almost in the window, and i sit back while my nails are manicured and varnished in the matching pink. i have to undo my stockings from the suspenders through the trousers for my toe-nails to be done, and i receive the full facial make-up, from a lovely young girl who is greatly amused at my predicament. She insists on explaining loudly what she is doing at each stage, to make it clear that i am a complete new-comer to cosmetics (if only she knew!!) She engages me in conversation, and expresses surprise at the softness of my voice.

"Your voice will suit you, when you have your new dresses on. I am sure no-one will know your secret!!"

The other customers spare me no embarrassment, and even the foundation cannot disguise my blushes.

When i have my face returned to its female beauty, and i have visited the ladies room to fix my stockings, to the further amusement of the ladies already in the bathroom, who insist on helping me, a female assistant helps me on with my pink cape, and insists on tying the bows of the hood under my chin, again with many giggles. i am led again into the mall, where Miss Jane take me to a fast food restaurant, and sends me to buy our lunch at the counter, so that i can have further embarrassment in paying with money i have to take out of my handbag. When we have eaten, and i have been sent to the Gents (more embarrassment, as i get lots of ribald comments about my shoes, handbag and make-up) she takes me around the rest of the shops and takes every opportunity to embarrass me to the fullest. Inside my brief panties, i squirm with the discomfort of the knowledge that everyone can now see me as a man in women's clothes. But i know that they are wrong, as i am now really a woman in some man's clothes!!

When Miss Jane has completed her shopping, we return to her home, to the accompaniment of rude comments, and wolf whistles from both male and female. Although i am enjoying being back in stilettos and make-up again, they do not go with the suit, shirt and tie, and i am dying to get back into a skirt or dress and have my hair back in ribbons.

I cannot even fully enjoy the pleasure of wearing the lovely sweet cape, which i now wear buttoned and with the hood up. One of my arms is carried outside the cape, to carry my little pink handbag. Besides, the jacket and trousers mean that hardly any part of my bare flesh touches the cold plastic.

When we are safely in the house, i help Miss Jane off with the bronze coat, and hang it and the pink cape in the cupboard.

"That will teach you not to crave after men's clothing again. I am sure that you have had enough of those clothes for now, Jennifer. You can go and change into your maid's outfit, put earrings on and do something with your hair."

i manage a curtsy in these horrid clothes, and with a prim "Oh, thank you Miss" i rush upstairs to get into a skirt again.

CHAPTER 12 - RETURN TO FEMININITY

As soon as i reach the bedroom, i throw off the hated trousers, jacket, shirt and tie, and relax for a moment in my frilly underwear. But i have my maidly duties to perform, and so i choose from my overnight bag, the black pvc skirt and blouse, which fits snugly over my body, but is low cut to show my boobs to advantage. The new bra has plenty of 'upthrust' and gives me a noticeable cleavage.

Over the black skirt and blouse, i tie on the white lacy pvc apron, and then i settle in front of the mirror to repair my hair. A lot of mousse and back-combing, together with plenty of my little pink ribbons, restores it to an acceptably feminine style, and i crown it with the white pvc cap with long ribbons.

Now i can begin to feel back to normal again, and i indulge in a little hug of my shapely figure. It is a dream to feel the swellings of my breasts in my soft hands. A quick repair job on my face, particularly with my lipstick, i clip on long dangly earrings, spray some perfume on my cleavage and behind my ears and i am ready for my duties for Miss Jane.

i rush downstairs and report to Her, with a deep and grateful curtsy for being allowed back into proper dress again, and i am set to work to do Her daily chores. When i have had an enjoyable days work, and am pleased that my efforts will satisfy my temporary Mistress, i return to the lounge to report for further duty.

"Jennifer, I am pleased with the new clothes we bought for you. Bring me down the parcels, together with the clothes you brought with you, and I will decide on your ensemble for this evening."

I politely withdraw, and am soon back with all the lovely clothes. Miss Jane is delighted when she sees my pink gingham dress, as it goes so well with the new pink shoes. i am immediately required to strip off my uniform there and then, and to put on the gingham dress, and i have to agree that the shoes could have been made for the dress.

"Oh, you do look sweet, quite the young girl, just ready for your first date!"

Oh, no, what does this mean?

"Well tonight, Jennifer, we are going to a dance, and I have arranged a nice young escort for you. You will like him, I'm sure. You can mildly flirt with him, but you must not let him go too far, as you are too virginal, having not yet had experienced of a man since you became a girl, and I am responsible for you while you are here. "

"If you allow him to take too many liberties, he might find out your little secret, and we don't want that, as he is a good friend. But, you must not be too strict with him, as you should expect to give him some reward for his attentions."

"Kissing and mild petting are okay, but no further."

So, i am for the biggest test so far, to go out on a date with a man who doesn't know the truth about me.

"Right, my girl, if we are going out on a date, you have much to do, and so up those stairs, and into a perfumed bath you go. Don't worry about helping me dress tonight; I can manage, and I want to be sure that you are the belle of the ball. We have got to make you as desirable as possible for Tony."

A little thrill goes through my body. i am to go out with a boy called Tony, who will only know me as a pretty young girl, if i can pass the big test!

CHAPTER 13 - MY FIRST DATE

i need little prompting, and so after a deferential curtsy, i turn on my heel and skip up the stairs as fast as my stilettoed heels will let me.

Soon i am stripped off, my hair tied up in a chiffon scarf, and i am running a deep bath, sweetened with lots of perfumed bath oil. i lower my long legs into the warm water, and am soon lathering my skin all over with a beautifully scented soap. There is a ladies' razor on the side of the bath, and i take the opportunity to shave my legs as smooth as possible. Shaving may seem a male occupation, but after all, every girl must have smooth legs to get the maximum pleasure from the feel of silk stockings, and there are still little areas where annoyingly male growths of hair are still coming.

When i am happy that my arms, legs, chest and face are perfectly smooth, i slip out of the bath, and pat myself dry all over with a large white towel. A few puffs of talc finish off the smoothness of my skin, and wrapping a full-length lace-trimmed pale blue night gown around my shoulders, i return to the bedroom.

my first task is to massage my titties with the cream that Miss Hughes gave to Mistress. This i do with not a little pleasure, as i can feel the increase in size, as well as the heightening of sensitivity around the nipples. To highlight them even more, i apply a very pale foundation cream from my boobs to my neck, and then paint my nipples with bright red lipstick, which i cover with a thin coat of waterproof protector to save it being rubbed off easily.

my dress and make-up must be perfect tonight, to entrance Tony, and give him no hint of my little secret! i start by lightly filing my nails to lovely curved points, and then buffing the edges to avoid catching on my clothes. Next, i select the pair of lacy French knickers bought today.

Although i have brought with me a very sexy pvc basque, Miss Jane's words come back to me, and i am sure that i am expected to dress demurely to match the pretty gingham dress. i therefore choose a low cut pink lacy basque, which has firmly underwired cups, giving considerable upthrust to my swelling boobs. It is firmly boned, and fastens at the front with hooks and drawstrings, which i pull as tightly as possible, bringing my waist down to 19 inches. All the figure training of the past few days is working well, as i no longer feel quite so uncomfortable in this restricting garment. The tightness of the bones gives me an impressive cleavage, and the thin shoulder straps fix wide on the bodice, so as not to show when i am wearing low cut dress.

Next, i sit on the bed, and carefully paint my toe nails. When i was a man (horrible past!) i often wondered why women bothered to paint their toe nails as they could seldom be seen, but now i know that it is because a women knows that she has them painted, and so feels more feminine for it. Once again, i chose high gloss pale pink, to match my outfit, shoes and handbag, as well as to accentuate my femininity. While waiting for them to dry, i also varnish my finger nails in the same colour.

When all are dry, i turn to my face, and with the chiffon scarf holding my hair away, i carefully apply the same pale base foundation cream. As I have learnt at Miss Hughes, i select a combination suitable for night-time, and my eyes are soon a work of art, and i add top and bottom long curly black false eyelashes. i match the nail varnish with the lipstick, a pale pink with a thin outline of slightly darker pink to accentuate the shape of my full lips. A dab of waterproof lipgloss ( after all, i do not want it coming off at my first tentative kiss!) completes my mouth. Finally, a well placed touch of blusher brings out my high cheek bones.

Now, a clean pair of pale tan seamed stockings. Lovingly, i roll them up my long smooth legs, stroking myself as i go. The soft silk is a sensuous feel to my thighs. Slipping them inside my knickers, i snap the long suspenders of the basque to the tops of the stockings, and experience the delight of the feel of them tight against my legs, and pulling down on my slender waist.

At this, i cannot resist slipping on the beautiful pink shoes, and posing in front of the mirror. What wonderful miracles my Mistress has performed in so few days, changing me from an awkward boy into a soft beautiful and desirable girl, dressed in the finest clothes, and painted in such delicate cosmetics. Oh, i am so happy at the transformation, and will endure any humiliation to keep my new being!

But, i cannot day-dream, i must get ready for my date, and i slip on my lovely pink gingham dress.

The bodice is tied with ribbons to the neckline, which is cut so low that only the lace edge covers my nipples, and the waist fits snugly over my well- corseted frame. The full skirts fall just to my knees, and i step into a many-layered lacy slip which makes the skirt sit out at the hem. The puffed sleeves reach only just below my shoulders, and have white lacy scalloped edges, which match the hems of the skirt and neckline. It really is a lovely dress, and more than any other outfit i have, makes me feel deliciously female.

my hair is next, and removing the chiffon scarf, i back comb it to give it body, and tie my small pink bows into it. i comb out the ends around my face, to give it a blonde frothy frame.

i choose a pair of pink enamel drop earrings, and a wide gold bracelet. Mistress has lent me her heart shaped gold watch, on a slender bracelet of gold and artificial diamonds. My final accessories are lace pink gloves, a matching hankie, and my sweet new pink handbag, which i stock with the correct cosmetics.

i am ready at last, and the whole operation of dressing and make-up has only taken me 30 minutes, and so i am getting more proficient. (In the bad old days, i could get washed, shaved and dressed in 5 minutes, but it was no pleasure, unlike the preparations a woman has to look her best!)

i make my way carefully downstairs to the lounge, where i knock and enter with a curtsy. What a dream awaits me!! Miss Jane has dressed in a tight silver lame mini dress, with matching stiletto ankle boots. Her long black hair is piled up in a frothy confection on the top of Her head, with a loose ringlet hanging in front of each ear. Her lips are glossy silver, and Her eyelids have a glitter of silver flakes. A stunning ensemble!

Beside this tall elegant woman in Her striking outfit, i look like a young maiden, an impression i am sure that She has planned.

"Well, come over here, girl, and let me look at you; for a beginner, you look quite sweet. I am sure that Tony will not be able to resist you."

At Her command, i go to the kitchen and put on my white plastic apron ,so that i can serve her a cocktail without spilling any on my pretty dress. I have just finished serving her, when i hear the front door bell ring. It is our dates!

"Now, don't be shy, Jennifer, go to the door and ask them in, and don't forget the manners you have learned."

With heart a'fluttering, i hasten to the front door, and open it to two tall handsome young men dressed in casual clothes (i will not describe them as i am not the least interested in male attire anymore!). i curtsy deeply as i have learned, and say in my softest voice:

"Welcome, sirs, Miss Jane awaits you in the lounge if you will follow me."

Rising from my curtsy, i lead them into the lounge, where they both greet Miss Jane with a kiss on the cheek.

"Boys, this is Jennifer; now Jennifer, this is Mike, my date, and this is Tony, who is taking you to the dance."

We shake hands (i have practised a soft handshake, not the rough manly one i was used to), and i fluttered my eyelashes shyly. When i look up, Tony is smiling with obvious delight; he is over six foot, and so i am still short beside him in my stilettos.

"Jennifer, don't forget your manners, please see what our guests want to drink."

I am soon rushing off to the kitchen to get their drinks, and i carry them back with shaking hands at the thought of my first date. i feel like a young girl about to be kissed for the first time!!

When all have finished their drinks, and i have cleared the glasses away, and taken off and carefully hung my white apron, i rejoin them in the lounge.

"Time is getting on, so let's get our coats, and get off to the dance."

We pass into the hall, where Miss Jane opens the cupboard, and takes from it the most striking silver pvc minicoat, which barely covers Her skirt. It has a deep hood, and i take the coat from Her and help Her on with it. When i have arranged the hood tidily over her hair, She reaches into the cupboard, and passes me the pink cape that i wore that afternoon.

"Let me help you with that" intercedes Tony, and he takes the cape, and drapes it around my shoulders.

"You look really sweet in that, and it goes so well with your dress," he compliments, and i blush deeply.

He fastens the buttons for me, and passes me my bag and gloves. i notice that he handles the plastic more than is necessary, and i am sure that he gets excitement from the fabric. As my arms are trapped in the cape, i struggle to pull the hood over my curls, and Tony immediately comes to my aid, and lifts the hood gently onto my head., and arranges it carefully over my hair. He then ties the ribbons in a large bow at my throat.

"Oh, thank you, kind sir," i smirk and am rewarded with a gentle peck on my lips.

"Look, you two lovebirds, control yourselves, and let us get to the dance."

At this firm command from Miss Jane (She dominates the two men, even), we follow her into the rain , and set off through the streets. i notice that Tony's hand seeks out mine, and we walk romantically hand in hand through the rain.

We walk and talk, mainly about dancing and parties, and i weave a good story about my past experiences at both. Miss Jane's brilliant mac gets lots of admiring glances from others in the street, and even i get the by now customary stroke of the plastic coat. Soon, we reach a hotel, where we enter, and our partners help us off with our coats. Once they are checked in at the cloakroom, Miss Jane leads me off to "powder our noses", and we enter the ladies' loo.

i spend a few moments repairing the little damage that the rain has done to my make-up, which was little, thanks to my scrumptious plastic cape. i take the opportunity to tidy a few locks of my hair, and give myself a little spray behind the ears with my scent atomiser.

Miss Jane is by this time ready, and we launch out of the loo to join our beaux. We wander into the ball room on their arms, where almost all heads turn at the sensation of Miss Jane's dress. She is not alone, as clearly my dress is admired, and, I hope so am i for my near flawless appearance. i remember to hold my hands together demurely in front of me, and to keep my eyes lowered, but i cannot help noticing the admiring glances.

When we reach our table, and Tony gallantly holds my chair for me, which i reward with a sweet smile, he asks us what we would like to drink. i am determined to keep my wits about me, to make sure i make no mistakes and also because i want to enjoy the full experience of the occasion. A Moussec for me, and i vow to sip it very slowly, making it last all night.

When Tony returns with the drinks, we make small talk, and then he asks me to dance. Oh, goodness, now i am to be in a man's arms in front of lots of people, and i have to remember that he has to lead!

He takes my hand, and leads me onto the floor, and turning, holds his arms out to me. i carefully rest my right hand in his, and my left in the crook of his arm. i feel his strong fingers at my waist, where he can feel the firm boning of my basque through my dress. And then we are away, whirling around the dance floor, and i am hard put to keep my balance on my stilettos. But Tony's firm support keeps me from falling, and i am soon relaxing to the pleasure of the dance.

This is the first of many, mainly with Tony, but also occasionally with Mike. Both are good comfortable dancers, and i feel quite happy in their arms.

At an interval in the music, i excuse myself, and walk through to the loo. All the exertions have made me warm, and i want to make sure that my make-up and hair is still tidy. Imagine my shock when i open the door and find my dear friend Rosemary, sitting in front of one of the mirrors, touching up her lipstick. She looks magnificent, in a royal blue Ra-ra dress, with layers of lace netting on the skirt.

"Good evening, Jennifer, I noticed you earlier on the dance floor, with such a handsome fellow, but as you were completely wrapped up in him, I didn't disturb you. You look as if you are really enjoying yourself, and with such a super man."

"Oh, Rosemary, i am so glad to see you; i am having a great time, and our companions are such fun."

i sit in the chair beside her, and we exchange sisterly kisses. While i make a few repairs to my face and hair, we chat like two schoolgirls about our dates, and our evenings. She then, to my great chagrin, tells me of her adventures at the shops that afternoon, and of the poor husband being bought female clothes! She laughs at his embarrassment, and at the sight of him in high heels!! i join in the laughter, but make sure that i apply plenty more face powder to cover the reddening of my cheeks.

All too soon it is time to return to my table, and with a last kiss, and a wave we part, promising to meet again as soon as possible to pass on our gossip.

The evening continues with much more dances, and i am even thrilled by being asked to dance by a complete stranger. He is rather forward, and i have a bit of a struggle to keep his roaming hands off my body. He steals a kiss on my lips as we part, making me blush deeply. Fortunately, no-one on our table appears to notice.

I notice Rosemary dancing closely with a tall handsome man, and at one point he comes and asks me to dance. He says that he is Rosemary's boyfriend, and she has told him about me, and is glad to meet me.

At last, the band strike up "The Last Waltz", and Tony sweeps me onto the floor. The lights are dimmed, and i notice that he pulls me close against him. i respond, and put my arms around him, and rest my cheek against his shoulder. As we dance, i can feel his fingers caressing the back of my neck. As the final chord is played, he pulls slightly away from me, and with his right hand lifts my chin until i am looking up into his face.

He bends, and pulls me to him, forcing his lips to mine. i am so overcome by the pleasures of the evening, i respond, and turn my head so that our lips can combine in a sensuous embrace. i feel his hands stroking my back and my botty, and i squirm in pleasure.

But i must not forget Miss Jane's commands, and before he gets too carried away, i pull myself apart.

"Thank you, Tony, for a lovely evening. i have enjoyed myself more tonight than for a long time."

He puts his strong arm around me, and leads me back to our table, where Miss Jane and Mike are already sitting finishing their drinks.

"Here come the young love birds!" she teases. "Let's go home, and have a night-cap."

We queue for the cloakroom, Tony's hand gripping mine affectionately. When our coats are reclaimed, he makes a point of taking them, and helping Miss Jane into her silvery sensation. When She is satisfied, he holds my cape wide, and i slip my arms into the arm holes, while he buttons the front to. i am suddenly aware of a little nudge in my side, and turning, i find Rosemary in a full length royal blue pvc mac, on the arm of her boyfriend. She smiles conspiratorially, pulls the full hood up over her beautiful hair, and sweeps on to the exit and the heavy rain.

When Tony has arranged my hood and tied my ribbons, he puts his arm around my shoulders, and we set off towards Miss Jane's home. On the way back, i feel a bit cold, as although the cape gives marvellous protection against the drizzle, it gives no warmth to my bare arms and chest. it seems the most natural thing, therefore, to snuggle close to Tony, to get some warmth from his body,. He takes this as encouragement, and i am soon aware of explorations by his roving hands. i am not sure whether the attention is just to me or to my cape, as i am certain that he likes it for itself. It is almost impossible to discourage him, as the cape traps my hands in front of me, and i do not want to make a scene in the street. In particular, he wraps his arm around my tiny waist, and puts his hand in my mac pocket, using the opportunity to stroke the plastic against my thighs.

When we get home, he helps me from my cape, and i take the two macs to the kitchen to hang to dry. While there, i slip on my lacy white pvc apron, and make some coffee. i am just waiting for the kettle to boil, when i am grabbed around the waist from behind by Tony's strong arms, and he leans over my shoulder and gives me a kiss on my cheek. i feel his hands roaming over my front, particularly the little apron, and the soft rustle seems to turn him on as much as it does for me.

But i fight him away, and insist that i must make the coffee. He respects my wishes, and lets me perform my tasks, but still manages to stroke my waist, botty, and boobs "accidentally" as i pass him.

When the tray is ready, i lead him into the lounge, where Miss Jane is sitting on the sofa in Mike's arms. i set the tray on the coffee table, and pour their coffee, while taking their orders for liqueurs. When these are poured, i am pulled gently by the hand by Tony to the other sofa, where he wraps me in his arms, and we give ourselves up to our pleasures.

i allow a certain amount of licence for his hands, but gently but firmly deter them when they get into too intimate parts. He does not fight too hard against this restraint, as he is clearly getting much pleasure from what he is allowed, and hoping for more on a later date. It is a real pleasure for me to feel his tongue inside my mouth, exploring my teeth.

Eventually, Miss Jane calls a close to the proceedings, and i slip through to the kitchen to get our coats so finally, we can say good- bye to the boys on the doorstep, with our macs draped loosely over our shoulders and heads to keep off the drizzle. This was my idea, as it gives me even more pleasure to feel Tony's excitement at the feel of the cold soft wet plastic around my lovely body as he strokes my arms, back and botty. A final tender kiss, and they go with a parting wave from the gate.

What a night of true female pleasure, and it takes a stern word from Miss Jane to get me in from the rain, where i am luxuriating in my memories, my mac, and my lovely dress.

I lift the beautiful silver coat from around Miss Jane's shoulders, and take the two macs to the kitchen, where i carefully shake the surplus rain off them, sponge them dry, and then hang them back in the hall cupboard. This gives me an opportunity to slip on the silver coat; it is a dream, with a lovely soft feel, and although it is too short for my dress, i am sure that i would look stunning in it with a mini-skirt.

For the next half-hour, i busy myself clearing away the cups and glasses, and helping Miss Jane out of Her dress and into Her nightwear. All the time, She makes me recite all the events of the evening, and She teases me about my flirting with Tony. She is as strict as Mistress, and i am given regular slaps and other punishments for my errors, both real and imaginary.

But, i don't care, as i am so grateful for her treat to me, and i tell her of my gratitude most profusely. i promise to serve Her as well as i can tomorrow and every day that i am in Her service, and will perform any duty She may require, however menial or humiliating.

"Jennifer, my girl, you are learning true submission, and are developing the right attitude to be a good and faithful maidservant."

She sends me to my room to undress, and i am told to put on only my cache-sex and my new teddy. i quickly slip out of my clothes, and hang them tidily in the wardrobe. The lovely silk teddy hangs softly over my curves, and i cannot resist the temptation to stroke my boobs and slim waist. With a little touch of make-up, and a spot of scent, i return to Miss Jane's bedroom.

"Come on in," She calls as She lifts the satin sheets. i shyly slip in beside Her, and Her hands immediately start to roam over my body, arousing me to great excitement.

"I know how you enjoyed the touch of Tony, but I am sure that you prefer a woman's feel on your lovely body." She then taunts me, raising my sensations to almost bursting, and then pulling away before i can reach fulfilment. After an hour of this, with me being the submissive partner, She finally arrives Herself at a climax, and at last lets me reach mine, so that we both gain fulfilment together.

The rest of the night is spent in similar pleasures, with a small amount of sleep in between.

Morning dawns, and my body aches from the exertions of the night. Miss Jane knows many ways of humiliating a girl, and i am sure that she has tried most of them on me during the night. The pain is mixed with a tingling thrill at the memory of my wonderful first date.

CHAPTER 14 - WORKING FOR MISS JANE

i rise early, slip quietly into the bathroom, and complete my ablutions as carefully and quietly as i can so as not to awake my temporary Mistress. my make-up equipment is laid out in front of the bathroom mirror, and so i restore my face and nails to feminine loveliness. Once ready, i trip through to my room, and put on a clean cache-sex, the clear plastic underwear, the panties, basque, suspender belt and wide starched petticoat, and top it all with the pretty little pink plastic blouse and skirt. I choose a pair of black seamed stockings, and then a pair of white stilettos, which i match with the white pvc apron and cap. Five minutes work on my hair (putting in all the little pink ribbons) and i am ready to start my duties.

Firstly, i hurry down to the kitchen, where i prepare Mistress' breakfast. When all is ready, i take it all upstairs to her bedroom, where i knock, and being summoned in, enter and curtsy deeply.

"Good morning, Mistress" i lisp," i hope that you have had a good night."

Approaching the bed, i lay out the tray in front of her, and then, while she eats, i kneel by her side, so that she can fondle my breasts and stroke my hair as she wishes.

When she has finished breakfast, i rise to my feet, lift the tray, and reverse out of the room, curtsying at the door. After i have taken the tray to the kitchen, i change my short apron for the longer white pvc one. Once i have washed up the dishes, i rush back upstairs, change back into my short apron, and help Miss Jane from her bed, into her nightie, and run her bath, adding plenty of bath oil and perfume.

Once she is in the bath, i help by washing her back, shampooing her hair, and patting her lovely smooth skin with the thick white bath towel when she has finished. When she is relaxed in her dressing chair, i kneel in front of her, and apply a deep purple varnish to her toe nails, match her finger nails to them, and then help her into her matching purple bra, panties, basque and stockings.

She lies back in the chair, and i brush her silky long hair, and then build it into a high bun on top of her head. Next, i apply foundation cream, and then complete her facial make-up, with striking purple lipstick. Her dress is a tight, low-necked purple shift, with matching thigh boots, which i lovingly pull up her long legs. She is aware of my pleasure, and rewards me with many hard kicks with the sharp 5 inch heels, every time i touch Her lovely legs as i pull up the long zips on the inside of Her legs.

"So, you are a boot freak, are you? Well, I can sure use that bit of knowledge to get the best out of you, my girl!"

"Go downstairs, and look in the fridge. You will find some cream in a bowl, which i am told is very good to bring out the high shine on the patent leather of my boots. You had better put your long apron on, as I do not want to see you get your pretty blouse and skirt dirty. When you are ready, hurry back here."

Oh, my goodness, what have i let myself in for now?

With a trim curtsy, i run downstairs, and get the cream bowl. Next, to my room, where i quickly change once again from my short apron to the longer one. i am getting very proficient at tying the long straps so that they sit prettily in a big wide bow across my back. Then, as fast as my stilettos will let, into my Mistresses bedroom, with another deep curtsy.

"Right, my girl, get down at my feet, and spread that cream liberally over the surface of my boots. Make sure that the heels are well covered, as well as the in-steps. What, you don't know what to apply it with? Your fingers, of course. "

With that, i kneel at her feet, and carefully apply the thick cream to the glossy leather, spreading it evenly over each beautiful boot. When each is thickly coated, Mistress checks in the mirror, and after a couple of hard slaps to my botty for minor irregularities, She seats herself on her chair, and tells me to lie down on my back. once i am in position, She rests the sharp heel of Her boots on my boobs.

"Now for the important bit. Be a good girl and clean all the cream off, and of course to ensure that you do it with feeling, you must use only your tongue! Start at the top of the left boot, and work down to the toe, but leave the heels to get a good soaking."

With that, I lift my head, and carefully lick Her left boot all the way down. She does not make my task easy, as She keeps her knees bent, and so i have to do considerable probing with my tongue at the back of her knees, and have to suck the cream out of some tight crevices.

When I have finished both boots ( apart from the heels ) to her satisfaction, and received more punishment in the form of sharp digs with the heels, She tells me to lie flat, and she raises one boot so that the heel is just above my face.

"I think that the heels have soaked enough. Now, let me see you clean them properly. Open your mouth, and take the heel right inside. I expect you to close your mouth around it, and to suck every last scrap of cream off the heel."

At this, She lowers the heel towards my mouth, and I obey immediately, taking the 5 inch heel as deep as i can into my mouth, and kissing the lovely stiletto just as i had the previous night with Tony's tongue! Once, i have removed all the cream with my tongue, i work my mouth, which is tightly clamped around the heel, up and down, lovingly polishing the surface with my lips and tongue.

She pulls the heel from my mouth, and swings the other foot over my waiting mouth. Soon that one is as clean and shiny as the other.

"Finally, I think the leather could do with the colour being sparkled up. Here, put some of this purple lipstick on; it matches the colour of the boots."

She passes me a thick lipstick and a compact, and i apply a thick layer of the exciting purple colour to my lips. Fortunately, the lipgloss that i applied when i first dressed is very strong, and so the original pink lipstick that i applied earlier does not come off, or smudge with the purple.

Once i am ready, she stands in front of me and i am instructed to apply the colour to the boots all over by giving them passionate kisses, and by rubbing my lips over the leather to spread the colour evenly. When this is finally done, She again lowers the heels into my open mouth, and i am required to add more colour to the spike heels by hard kissing and caressing with my mouth of the lovely points.

"Well, that's not bad for a first lesson as a boot-maid. I think that you could do with a lot more practice, and I am sure that your Mistress will be delighted that you go home with another useful skill."

"Now go and clean up your face, and change back into your small apron. I have some friends coming this morning; I have told them about you, and they are eager to see how good you are, and to try you out."

Oh, dear, what does this mean? I am sure that more indignities will be coming my way!

With a deep curtsy, i run from the room, wash my face thoroughly, and replace the make-up to an acceptable standard as i have learnt at Miss Hughes' Academy. Next, i change back into my short white pvc apron, fluff out my skirt and petticoat, and with a final check on my cap ribbons and big white bow in my apron straps in the full length mirrors in my room, i hurry downstairs to find my Mistress's next instructions.

The next hour is spent in maidly duties, cleaning the carpets, washing windows, and dusting the ornaments. Thank goodness for my high stilettos as they allow me to reach even the highest shelves to dust.

CHAPTER 15 - VISITORS

i am finished by eleven, just in time to go to the front door in answer to the bell. On opening it, i am faced by five beautiful women, all deliciously dressed in shiny raincoats. i curtsy deeply, and ask them in from the rain. Asking if i may help them off with their coats, i get great excitement from handling the sensuous plastic, pvc and polyurethane of the five macs, all in different vibrant colours, and all with deep hoods. Obviously, all these lovely ladies share my pleasure in the sensuous feel of shiny material.

i temporarily and carefully lay the coats over the back of a chair, and asking their pardon, request them to follow me while i lead them to the drawing room. Knocking gently, i enter to my Mistress's command, curtsy, and announce the arrival of Her friends. As each passes, she finds a different part of my body to stroke or explore, and the last, a tall brunette, runs her hand up my silk-clad thigh and into my panties. The excitement is intense, but i know better than to react, and just stay as still as i can, lowering my head deferentially.

"Hello, girls, I see that you have all made the acquaintance of Jennifer, my temporary maid. Now, my girl, run along and put away their coats, but no trying them on, I know of your little excitements!"

"When you have done that, you can serve coffee in here."

i retreat blushing, and take the coats to the front porch, where i shake off the excess rain. It takes a great deal of will power to stop myself disobeying Mistress, as the coats are all lovely, and i am greatly tempted to try them all on. One in particular, in transparent blue and white striped plastic, is a dream. They are all of the revived sixties styles, two in black and white, and one in clear plastic with the 'hems' lined in white.

i withdraw to the kitchen, where i make a pot of coffee and lay out a tray. Checking that my hair is in place, i carry the tray into the drawing room, executing a near faultless curtsy despite the weight of the tray. While they drink their coffee, i am required to stand in the middle of the room, whilst they talk about me, asking Mistress questions about my training, figure, feminine skills, and other embarrassing things. Often i am told to show off my abilities, and Mistress gives them all a long and detailed account of my first date!

When i have cleared away all the coffee things, i am called back into the drawing room, and made to return to the centre of the room.

Mistress has a video camera in Her hands, and proceeds to film all that happens for the rest of the visit.

"What would you like her to do, or what would you like to do to her, girls? She is entirely at your disposal for the rest of the day, but she will have to be available to prepare and serve lunch at one."

The opportunity to use me really arouses the party, and they start immediately chattering between themselves as to things for me and my embarrassment.

"Well, so that you can get a better idea, firstly I think you should all be able to see more of her." "Right, now, Jennifer, take some blouse and skirt off, without taking off your apron, but at least do it seductively; go and put on some Music to Strip by."

i mince over to the CD player, and select a raunchy piece of music. Once the sounds are coming from the speakers, i start to undo the buttons of my blouse, while performing a sexy dance. All the time, the girls are clapping in time to the music, and shouting encouragement. Once all my blouse buttons are undone, i undo the buttons of my skirt, and slowly slip it down my gyrating thighs. At last, i let it drop to the floor, and then start slowly easing the blouse from my arms. Once this is free, the shout goes up for me to take off the petticoat, which i do with more suggestive movements.

i am now dressed only in cap and apron, basque, suspenders, stockings, and stilettos. Suddenly i am grabbed by one of the girls, who pulls me onto her knee, and with one hand around my waist to hold me there, fondles my boobs with the other. The girl sitting next to her joins in the fun, and runs her hand up my thigh and massages my personal parts.

"Come, come, girls, let's not be greedy! I think it fair that we take it in turns, and Jennifer can then satisfy you all." "Well, as you have already started, Mandy, you can have first go."

The girl with her hand in my panties takes it away, and moves to another chair from the couch. Next, thin chains are clipped to the small rings in the front and back of my slave collar, and the other ends are passed through rings in the ceiling. With the chains pulled tight, i am fixed in one place, unable to move my head, and i then feel leather straps placed around my wrists and ankles. Once they have me firmly controlled, a strange-looking cache-sex is produced. It has a small bag of very thin material with a draw- string, a moulding with a slit in attached, and a strong leather harness, all in flesh coloured material.

"This will really give you the female sensation!" Mistress laughs, and my cache is removed, my male bits are crammed into the bag, the draw-string pulled tight and tied, and the straps of the harness placed around my waist with the bag held firmly between my legs by a strap going up my botty, and being pulled tight onto the waist strap. The pain is at first intense, but when i am released from the chains and wrist and ankle straps, it begins to become more comfortable.

"Now you can feel how it really is to be raped by a man".

At this, i am again thrown onto my back on the settee, and after being aroused by another of the girls, I am 'entered' through the slit in the moulding. The contact of that slit with my male bits gives a sensation like i am being screwed by a man, but with the tight bag on the bits, i am again unable to reach climax.

Firstly, Mistress sends me to get my combs, brushes and make-up, so that i can repair the damage to my face and hair in front of the girls. The new cache is very restricting, and t ensure that there is no continuing pain, i have to ensure that i walk only with small mincing steps. This i don't really mind, as it is the style that i want to affect as a girl, and i know that i now have all the equipment to be a true woman!

When i return to the lounge, i perform the womanly duties on my appearance, and as i back-comb my hair, and re-colour my lips, the girls taunt me by commenting on how clever i am for a beginner, a new girl!

Mandy then pushes me roughly onto my back on the large couch, and stretching her long body on mine, starts to make love to me as in a Lesbian love affair. Her tongue seeks out my lips, and forcing them apart, works its way around my mouth. One hand strokes my hair, while the other starts to undo the laces on my basque, and fondle my bare titties. Although i know a young girl should not let herself be treated like this, i soon begin to get aroused, and twine my arms around her back, and return the embrace.

As passion increases, her knee forces my thighs apart, and the hand which has been ruffling my hair, moves down to my panties. Her other hand moves to my botty, and her fingers start to search the crevices. Her movements soon bring both her and i to a near climax, which she reaches with a great scream, while i am denied it by the constrictions of my cache.

When she has let the arousal relax in her, Miss Mandy lifts herself off me, adjusts her skirt, and in a most casual way asks the others "Who's next?"

When i am ready, i am made to kneel on the carpet, while Miss Joan stands over me legs apart, and with my head up inside her short skirt, i bring her to a climax with my tongue only.

The next has brought along in her bag a large dildo, and i am 'raped' by two of the girls holding me face down over the settee arm, while Miss Joan enters me with the dildo, through both orifices in turn. This is a mixture of pain and pleasure, and tears are soon running down my cheeks, messing up my mascara.

Once i have repaired my face again, i am again required to bend over the settee, and a tampon is placed in my botty and vagina. Mistress explains that i am to keep them there from now on, and i am given a packet of them to keep in my handbag. the one up the botty is much more uncomfortable, and it also has the effect of improving my stance and walk. The height of my heels tends to force the cheeks of my botty together, giving me a firmer grip on the tampon.

"Now you can really appreciate what it is like to be woman!" one jokes.

At last, they have all had their pleasure from me, and i am once again made to fix my hair and make-up, both of which have suffered from the ravages. i am then instructed to fetch the ladies' raincoats, and as a treat, i am allowed to try them on in front of the party. The pleasure is made all the greater by not having on a skirt or blouse, so that the tight fitting sixties-style PVC macs cling tighter to my skin.

When all is done, i help the ladies on with their plastic coats, again receiving much fondling, in particular little tugs on the string hanging from the tampon, and roaming fingers in my 'vagina'. i finally show them to the door, and am rewarded with kisses from them each as they depart, and the wishes to see me again as soon as possible.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in washing up, tidying the house, and packing my bag, as i must return to my Mistress this evening. When i am nearly ready to go, Mistress calls me into the lounge, and tells me to fetch the 'training' suspender belt. when i return, and i have stripped to my panties, She tells me to squat in front of her, and She plaits my hair with the thin chain entwined in the plait. The pigtail is finished off with a large pink ribbon tied in a big bow, and when i stand, the chain is once again tightened forcing my head back. I replace my clear plastic blouse, with no bra under to separate my nipples from the sensuous rub of the plastic, and am only allowed the small white pvc apron over my petticoats, so that my pink lacy panties show at the sides and over my botty.

CHAPTER 16 - I GO HOME TO MISTRESS

i am sent to get the 'training' boots, which this time i put on without stockings, and once i have adjusted to walking on my toes again, i find it much less of a strain than before. i also put on the 'training' garters to keep my thighs together. Now i am only able to walk in a thoroughly feminine way, with short steps, and with my legs down to my knees kept as closely together as possible. This i know will be a good lesson for later days when i wear very tight skirts!

When i have packed all my things into my overnight bag, which is now quite a bit heavier with all the new clothes that Mistress Jane has ought me, and have collected my handbag, i present myself in the lounge to Mistress Jane to say good-bye.

"Now, Jennifer, my girl, you can tell Mistress that you have been a good girl, and have learnt a lot that befits your new sex!"

"Now, come with me to the hall, and I have a surprise for you!"

With a mixture of fear and anticipation i follow her, and when she opens the cupboard, she takes from it my bronze mac.

"You won't need this, and so fold it up carefully, and you can carry it over your arm!"

Oh, no! i am not to wear a plastic mac to go home, so there will be no cover at all for the lack of skirt!

"Here is another little present for being such a good girl, try it on, although i know it is not for the first time!"

With that, she takes the dreamy silver mac from the cupboard, and helps my trembling arms into the sleeves. Doing the zip up the front, she arranges the hood over my pigtails, and ties the ribbons under my chin.

"That looks good on you, come and see in the mirror."

When i stand before the full-length mirror, it is as if i am a glistening dream. The lovely soft shiny cloth clings to my bare flesh, and i cry out in happiness. She passes me my handbag, overnight case, and the folded bronze mac.

"Now, be off with you, and don't dally with any strange men"

I sweet kiss on my cheek, a last pat on my botty, and with a wave, i leave Miss Jane's after a most exciting, educational, and embarrassing stay.

i must now walk with complete care and attention to my feminine gait, as the combination of the hair chain, the heel-less stilettos, the connected garters , the tampon and the artificial vagina, mean that i have to think about every step i take. i keep on my toes, keep my head up, and use very small steps, mainly from the knees. i feel almost completely encased in plastic, with the soft feel of the silver mac around my neck, on my bare arms, and even on the back of my legs and botty. The beautiful plastic of the blouse caresses my back, breasts, and waist. One hand and wrist is embedded into the folds of the bronze mac, and my feet and legs are wrapped in the clear plastic thigh boots.

And oh! what a lucky girl i am; it is drizzling, and s i can feel the cold of the raindrops on the plastic, and hear the sumptuous pitter-patter of the rain against the coat and its lovely big hood. Oh! i am so happy that i decide not to catch the bus, but to walk all the way home to my Mistress, so that i don't miss any of the lovely rain. The strain of walking is as nothing, and i know that it will only make me a better girl if i have lots of practice.

my joy is compounded, when, turning a corner approaching the bus- stop, i find Rosemary sheltering there. She has only a thin summer frock on, with open-toed high-heeled sandals, and after exchanging kisses, she is most grateful for my offer of the borrow of my bronze mac. i am overjoyed that i can repay her kindness, as i remember that the previous day she had remarked with delight at the lovely coat, and had expressed a wish to try it on.

my maidly duties stand me in good stead as i help her on with it, and doing up the buttons, i carefully arrange the hood over her lovely hair, and tie a big bow with the ribbons under her chin.

"Oh, Jennifer, it feels wonderful! How does it look!"

How do i stop myself from bursting into tears at such a lovely sight? i have admired Mistress Jane in it, and i thought that i looked quite attractive dressed in the bronze, but it seems to have been made for Rosemary, and fits her colouring , height, and hair. The sleeves cling to her arms as if sprayed on, and as she moves, the skirts flow around her in delicious waves. i claps her hands in mine, and give her a big kiss on her lips!

"Oh, Rosemary, it must have been designed for you only, you are even more lovely in it than ever."

"Well, we can't waste the opportunity in our macs" she giggles conspiratorially. "Let's forget the bus, and walk home through this super rain."

With that, she loops her arm through mine, pushes her hands deep into the pockets of the raincoat, and we walk off together full of pleasure in each other's company. i have to restrain her somewhat, as she is so keen to enjoy the rain she tries to stride out, which i am totally incapable of doing. But what a treat to be in the company of this lovely woman, who treats me as a girlfriend, and enjoys the luscious feel of soft plastic against the skin.

As you would imagine, we attract constant admiring looks from all that we pass, even other women dressed in shiny rainwear. Clearly, our pleasure is not unusual, and our beautiful coats, and my fantastic boots are much envied. Soon, i completely forget the restraints of my training dress in the sheer ecstasy of the plastic dream. Walking in the cache and the tampon give me sensations which are new and thrilling, and keep my arousal at fever pitch permanently.

When we approach Mistress' home, Rosemary mentions that we are close to her house, and when she offers to take the raincoat off at the end of her road, i will not let her take the chance of getting wet, and so insists that i come with her to her house, where she will dry the mac before giving it back to me. i would love to lend it to her until we next meet, but i dare not risk arriving at Mistress' without it, as i am sure that i will incur a severe punishment.

We arrive at Rosemary's, a smart town house. Once inside the porch, i help her off with the bronze mac, and even though i am prepared to take it with me in its wet state, she insists that i come inside, while she shakes it thoroughly outside the back door, and wipes it with a clean dry cloth.

"Take your coat off, Jennifer, I won't tell on you to the Academy" she teases.

"Oh, no, i'd rather not; i cannot stay long."

"I know what it is; you enjoy the feel of the plastic as much as I do, you little sexpot," she giggles.

i cannot keep from blushing, as although it must have been obvious, it had never been put into words between us before.

"At least you can sit and have a glass of something with me, while I dry your raincoat. I will get you an orange juice."

She retreats to the kitchen, and soon we are sitting side by side on the sofa, sipping our drinks, and chatting about clothes. Rosemary much admires my lovely see-through thigh boots, although fortunately she does not notice the lack of heels. She shows her admiration by stroking the soft clear plastic covering of my thighs, which rouses me even more.

"One day, I would love to try those on, they look so comfortable and exciting."

"Oh, Rosemary, my dear, i would love to let you wear them now, but i must get back."

"Well, as thanks for your generosity, you must at least come upstairs and try on some of my collection of coats. I have quite a few, as I share your delight in shiny creations. I haven't got anything as stunning as this bronze coat, but I have some which I am sure will interest and delight you. I have been collecting them ever since my first days at the Academy."

"i am really sorry, but i can't tonight, as i am expected back, and i might be in some trouble if i arrive later. i would love to another day, if you don't mind."

She laughs gaily, and i begin to suspect she knows more about me than she has told me. Still, her kind offer holds great expectation for the future, for i have already seen two of her coats, the lovely black and royal blue pvc coats.

"Oh, well. Maybe one day we can together pay a long visit to "Wet Dreams", the specialist shop in town. Perhaps we can design some really spectacular creations. I know the man who owns it, and he has promised me that he can get plastic, pvc and polyurethane cloth in any colour or design want, so we can design some real originals!!"

What a lovely future i am promised by my dear friend! But, i can't dally, as i am sure that Mistress will have duties for me when i get home. Rosemary folds the bronze mac neatly, and accompanies me to the front door.

"Thanks for a wonderful afternoon, and we will get together soon. I have always wanted a girlfriend as sweet as you." she says, and throwing her arms around me, she plants a big kiss on my lips.

With squeezes of each others hands, we reluctantly part, and i mince off into the rain, back to my duties.

CHAPTER 17 - BACK TO MY DUTIES

I am in a real whirl of emotions and excitement as i make my way through the rain to Mistress' house. A lovely girl-friend, a new and feminine figure, the arts of make-up, dressing, maid's duties, a boy- friend, a Mistress who knows all my weaknesses but treats me as i deserve, and a growing wardrobe of the most fabulous plastic macs ever collected in one place. What could give me more joy? i am determined to be a credit to my Mistress and to serve Her in any way She may desire, for She has introduced me to this new world of pleasure.

my knock at the door is answered by Mistress, stunningly dressed in a red patent leather cat suit, with matching thigh boots.

"Ah! At last, little Miss Jennifer returns! Come on in, take off that sweet little silver coat, and join us in the lounge."

i carefully slip off the silver mac, shake the rain off it, and hang it and the bronze mac in the hall cupboard. Placing my handbag and overnight case tidily, i knock at the lounge door, and when called, enter and curtsy. The experience is different and more arousing than before as i am made aware of the presence of the tampon and cache as i dip into the curtsy. When i rise, i am shocked to find that Mistress has a visitor, and a male visitor at that!

"Jennifer, come over here, and let Colin see how I am training you."

Colin is an elderly distinguished gentleman, with greying hair. I approach, and Mistress tells me to lift up my apron skirt and petticoats to show him the training suspender belt and chain, the special restraining garters, and the top of my plastic boots. He runs his hands over the boot-tops and suspenders, and follows the chain with his fingers from the front of the suspender belt right between my legs and up the slit of my botty.

"Hello, what's this?" Mistress cries, as She notices the new cache. Her fingers dart out and explore the inside of the vagina, bringing me to a height of arousal, without allowing me to climax.

"Now, this is an improvement, and I can see that we will all get great pleasure from it, that is all except you, Jennifer.!"

Next, Her fingers find the string of the tampon, and She turns me round to inspect. i am told to bend over, and She and Colin use their fingers to test the tightness of the fit by inserting them around the outside of the tampon.

"A proper little Miss you are, now, aren't you? And when did you last change it?"

"Please, Mistress, i haven't yet, this was only put in this afternoon."

"Oh, we can't have that, most unhygienic. Go and get your handbag, and you can show us if you know how to put one in."

i back out, and fetching my handbag from the hall, i rejoin them in the lounge. i rummage in my bag, and find the packet of tampons given to me by Miss Joan.

"Now, bend over, remove the one in there, and let's see if you can replace it."

Bending over with my back to them (not an unpainful experience as it tightens the chain) i grasp the string hanging from my botty between my varnished finger nails, and pull the tampon out slowly. The sensation is a mixture of excitement and pain, and i try hard not to squirm with the sensation. Once it is out, i drop it into a plastic bag i have in my handbag for such a purpose, and take a fresh tampon in its applicator from the wrapper.

Using the applicator i drive it into my botty with a shaking hand, which increases the sensation. Once it is correctly in place ( and Mistress and Colin have given it some tugs to make me push it back with my fingers) i am told to stand straight again.

"Well, I notice that Jane has been kind with you, and started you on the smallest size. In a few days, when you are used to those, you can start on a larger size, so that you will always be aware of its presence."

i am then sent to put on my black silk minidress, and to get tea for Mistress and Her guest. Changing out of my plastic apron and boots, which is not easy with the training chain, i repair my make-up, tidy my hair, and struggle into the dress. This was the first dress i wore as a girl, what seems like a lifetime away, and although then it was a tight fit all over, now my well corseted figure, and my swelling breasts mean that i fit it much more appropriately. i find a clean pair of seamed black stockings, and pull them up to attach the tops to the suspenders on the girdle. Now there are eight suspenders, the stockings feel even tighter on my legs, and i thrill to the heavenly sensation of so many suspenders rubbing against my thighs.

i slip the full petticoats on under the skirts, and arranging my little white apron over my skirt and bodice, with the ribbons tied in a large tidy bow behind me (it is a real effort to check this in the mirror), i pin the little white cap on in front of the large plait, and arrange the long ribbons to hang one each side of the plait.

All that i need now is my pair of black patent stilettos, and i hurry as fast as my restraints will allow down to the kitchen to make tea for Mistress and her guest.

When all is ready, i carry the tray into the lounge (curtsying naturally at the door, with great difficulty!) and i serve tea to them. i am instructed to kneel by Colin's chair, and to act as a side table for his tea cup and plate. When they have finished, i clear away the tea things, and am then called back into the lounge.

"Come and sit on Colin's lap, my girl, we have something important to tell you."

Obediently, i mince over to Colin's chair, and carefully lower my botty into his lap. He puts one arm around my slender waist, and with the other hand, fondles me under my skirts.

"I have decided that I want you here permanently, as you are obviously responding well to training, and so to regularise the arrangement between us, i think that we should get married."

At this, my heart flutters! i am to be a bride, and to wed such a wonderful person as Mistress who has given me such pleasure over the last few days.

"I suppose that I should do this formally, Jennifer, so that you will have memories of this most important day for a girl," Mistress said, and falling on one knee in front of me, she stretched for my hand, and said:

"My darling, Jennifer, will you marry me, and be my blushing bride?"

i blushed deeply, and felt tears of joy pressing in my eyes.

"Oh, yes, Mistress, i will be your bride! Please hold me and kiss me!"

The emotion of the moment had carried me away, to be so precocious, but Mistress must have realised the effect her words had on me, and so she stood up, and lifting me from Colin's lap, she swept me into her arms, and gave me a wonderful kiss on my willing lips.

After a long moment, we parted, and i was so overcome by the emotion, i put my hands to my face, and my eyes filled with tears, and soon i was sobbing like a little baby.

"Pull yourself together, girl, it is not that bad!" shouted my Mistress, which just made me sob the more. i knew that my mascara would be running, onto the face powder, and i would look a mess. i did not even have a compact with me!

"Come here, Jennifer, and cry on my shoulder" said Colin, rising and stepping towards me.

"But, Mistress, i am deliriously happy that you should ask me, and think me worthy to be your bride. i only hope that i can be a good wife to you, and honour and obey you in every way a little wife should."

"Now, Jennifer, take your hanky from your apron, and wipe your tears. Then go upstairs, and quickly make your face up again. you look terrible." But even this She said with a soft voice.

i turned to the door, and even remembered to curtsy ( as deeply as i could, despite the pain!) before rushing upstairs to put on fresh mascara and powder. my lips were not quite perfect, after the deep kiss Mistress had given me, and with shaking hand i repainted them a baby pink with lots of gloss. To accentuate their shine, i gave them a lick with my wet tongue before once more entering the lounge.

"As a token of our engagement, I have got you this ring. Come here, and let me put it on you."

i minced over to Mistress, who opened a little box, and took from it a beautiful gold ring, cunningly made like a chain, with a pink stone cut in the shape of a raindrop set in it.

"This symbolises much of our future relationship. the chain represents your continuing status as my maid and servant. The stone, pink for your femininity, cut like a raindrop, to remind you, if you ever need reminding, of your attraction to raincoats. I did think of getting you a bronze plastic ring, after your favourite mac, but it would not look so good!!"

She held out her hand for mine, and when i passed mine to her, she carefully fitted the lovely ring onto my third finger.

"And as a present for learning to become a pretty maid so quickly, here are a pair of earrings to match."

From her pocket she took another box, which contained two huge gold earrings, with matching pink stones, again the shape of raindrops, hanging from gold chains!! She drew me to her, and carefully took off the earrings i was wearing and replaced them with the raindrops. When she let them fall, i thought my ear lobes were going to be torn off! They were so heavy, and with the long chains, the stones hung half way to my collar! At every movement of my head, i was aware of their weight and movement, so as long as i was wearing them, i would remember the message from my Mistress.

"Oh, thank you Mistress, they are so beautiful, and i hope that i can live up to their message. i will serve you as a willing maid, and try to learn everything i can to please you."

"There's a good girl; now come and sit here by my side, and I will tell you of the plans for the wedding ceremony."

i lowered myself carefully onto the sofa by Her side, and She put her arm around my waist and drew me close. One hand fondled my breast, while the other stroked my hair, and played with my lovely earrings.

"Now one reason that Colin is here is that he will perform the ceremony, and so later this evening, he will explain to you the order of the service, and teach you your words. Today is Sunday, and we will be married on Saturday. Tomorrow we will go to choose your wedding dress and other outfits and to have measurements made. I have engaged a young lady to be your maid for the next week, to look after you, and make sure that you are properly prepared for your big day. This will be your last little treat, because once you have given those vows formerly, you will take on all the wifely duties yourself."

i now knew for certain that our life together would be one long period of happiness, with me fulfilling my training as a loving and obedient wife.

For the next two hours, Colin took me through the details of the ceremony. i had to learn how to walk properly down the aisle, to kneel, and he rehearsed me on the responses over and over until i could say them in my sleep. Mistress stood alongside me, so dominant, and i nearly fainted with joy each time She took my hand, and pretended to put a ring on my finger.

At last, exhausted, i fetched Colin's coat and hat, and with a trim curtsy, bade him farewell at the front door. i was to have two more rehearsals during the week, and so i clearly would be very busy in my last week of 'maidenhood'.

When Colin had gone, and i had cleared up the kitchen and tidied the lounge, i joined Mistress in Her bedroom, and prepared Her for bed. i helped Her from Her catsuit and boots. As i removed the latter, she quipped:

"I understand from Mistress Jane that you are turned on by boots, and that She gave you training in cleaning them. Well, you sexy little thing, tomorrow you can show me just what you have learnt! Don't think that just because you will have your own maid that you will be able to neglect our duties; her job will be to accompany you while you are away from the house, and to help you dress properly. She will accompany you to the Academy in the mornings, as you will be excused afternoon classes for the week."

i was then sent to undress (apart from a clean tampon and the new cache, and of course my beautiful new ring and earrings, to perform my ablutions, and to fetch my bed-time training clothes, the shoe forms, and the close fitting body - corset as well as my prettiest pink plastic baby-doll nightie. Mistress applies a liberal coating of the breast cream to my growing boobs, and i squirm as She massages it well into my breasts, teasing my pert little nipples.

i am then dressed once again in the shoe forms and body-corset, both of which, i notice, can now be tightened much more than previously (it is clear that i am developing a mot feminine figure!), and the waist of the corset is reduced to a mere 16 inches! The corset particularly presses the tampon hard into me, so that every movement is a scintillating experience!

"I want you to have a perfect figure for your wedding day, my dear, so we will speed up the treatment for the next few days. Now, into your nightie, give me a kiss, and off you go to your own bed. You've a busy day ahead of you tomorrow, Jennifer!"

It is a joy to slip into my plastic baby doll nightie, even though the training clothes make it very difficult. When its little skirts are sitting prettily on my hips, i stoop to give Mistress a goodnight kiss, and then with a final curtsy, i mince off to my own room, and after a few moments admiring myself in the mirror (Oh! i am becoming a vain little thing, but with the improvements to my figure, i now have something to admire!), i slip into my bed and give myself up to sweet dreams of being a bride!

CHAPTER 18 - I ACQUIRE A MAID!

When i awake next morning, it is to an instant thrill at the memory of the previous night, and the wedding to come! i quickly get myself up, bathe, dress in my plastic maid's outfit, and put on my make-up and fix my hair. i revel in my maidly duties for the next hour, getting my Mistress ready for her day, making breakfast, and cleaning the house. i, as promised, am required to clean Mistress' patent red thigh boots, and so i have to wear lashings of bright red lipstick , and by the time i have finished licking and kissing the beautiful leather to a brilliant shine, my lips are swollen giving me a huge sexy pout.

When all is done, i just have time to change into my school uniform, but Mistress calls me into the lounge.

"Come, Jennifer, and meet your new maid!"

Standing by Her chair is a pretty little maid, about five foot four inches tall, dressed in a pink maid's outfit that is otherwise the same as my own.

"This is Kitty, and she will look after you for the rest of the week. Now, you must obey her at all times, and she will help you with your dressing, make-up and other things. Now, run along, the two of you, and get Jennifer ready for classes."

Kitty comes over to me, takes my hand and leads me upstairs to my room. From then, she takes over completely, undressing me, helping me in the shower, drying me with a big fluffy white towel, and puffing talcum powder over my body. Then she dresses me in my underclothes, a tight pink corset, matching bra and petticoat, and pale tan stockings, which she pulls up my long legs after applying pink varnish to my toe nails.

Over my petticoat she helps me on with a lacy pink blouse with short puffed sleeves decorated with white lace, and a short flared skirt in pink taffeta. She then leads me to my dressing table where i am sat in front of the mirror while she expertly applies full make-up to my eyes, lips and face. While she applies a coat of varnish to my well manicured nails, i admire her handiwork in the mirror. She has made me look as pretty as a picture, with sweet pink lips, and blue eye shadow.

Next she brushes and back-combs my hair until it seems to fill twice its normal space, and then carefully ties a large pink ribbon into a large bow around a ponytail in my hair. It has grown quite long now, and the ends almost sit on my shoulders. Soon i will be able to have all those lovely coiffures that suit long hair. i vow to myself that unless Mistress insists otherwise, i will let my hair grow until it is down to my waist.

Kneeling in front of me, she helps my narrow feet into a pair of three inch heeled pink patent court shoes, and with a final spray of scent behind my ears and on my throat, she helps me out of my chair and leads me down to my Mistress for inspection.

"My dear, that is wonderful, you look more pretty than I have seen you before. Now, get her coat and bag, Kitty, and of you two go to school."

Kitty fetches the new school raincoat, beautiful in pink with its large white buttons. She helps my arms into the narrow sleeves, and buttons the cuffs for me. The attached hood is allowed to hang at the back, after she has arranged it tidily, and she carefully places the little detached pixie hood over my hair, and tying its long plastic ribbons in a big bow under my chin, tucks the hood's collar inside the collar of the coat. She then fastens the big white 'heart' buttons right up to the top, and arranges the pleats of the mac's skirt over my body. When all is to Mistress' satisfaction, Kitty hands me a matching shiny pink handbag with a long strap which she lifts over my shoulder.

"Now, don't forget, Kitty, you must both be back at half past twelve, as Jennifer has her first appointment at the dressmakers at half past one, and she must change before she goes."

With that, Kitty slips into her own mac, a lovely shiny cream pvc minicoat and, taking me by the hand ( my left hand, and i can feel the thrill of the ring around my finger!), she leads me from the house out into the rain, and to the bus stop and the Academy.

The morning is spent in more lessons in deportment, dress sense, make- up, and sewing, all skills i am determined to become more than proficient in so that i can serve my Mistress well. All my fellow schoolgirls are madly excited about my ring, and at every opportunity, we group together in a corner so that they can admire it, and ask me about my intended and the date and other details of my marriage. It is a thrill to me to be so envied by these lovely girls, but i have to be rather careful in my replies, as i cannot give out my little secret! It is also clear that they all want to come to my wedding, which would be very difficult to explain!

Soon, the morning's lessons are over, and with Kitty waiting for me at the cloakroom, i give my girlfriends good-bye kisses, and let Kitty help me on with my coat. This time, for a change, she puts the attached hood up over my head, with the pixie hood on the outside, and ties the plastic belt about my waist most tightly. This pulls the plastic of the upper part of the raincoat tight over my boobs, and makes the very full skirt flair right out. i am even allowed to put my hands in the pockets, to pull the coat's skirts out even further. Then arm in arm, we splash our ways homewards.

After another change and shower, which is again completely supervised by Kitty, she massages my boobs with the breast cream, and changes my tampon for me! Then she dresses me in the lovely white summer frock, with the matching underwear and my white stilettos. She takes me to the kitchen, where she dresses me in a very full pink plastic housecoat which reaches to the floor.

"you must wear this for every meal, so as not to get our pretty clothes dirty".

Not content with this, after she has sat me at the table, she ties a white plastic bib around my neck, and spoon feeds me my sparse lunch, some thin soup, and salad.

"you will appreciate this diet when your figure has fully developed."

Oh my! Kitty must know of my little secret!

Once i have finished this light lunch, washed down with a glass of pure lemon juice, she wipes my face carefully with a tissue, and pulling me to my feet, takes off my bib and housecoat. We repair to the bedroom, where she freshens up my make-up, and then, collecting our coats (this time i am to wear my green plastic A-line midi mac, as it sits so well over my frock), we report to Mistress before Kitty again puts on my coat, helps me on with the little lace gloves, and when i am acceptable to them both, she dons her own, and we leave for town.

CHAPTER 19 - AT THE COSTUMIERS

We eventually arrive outside a small but very smart shop, with different beautiful wedding outfits in the window. We quickly go in out of the rain, and are approached by a severe young lady in a black suit, and white starched blouse.

"Good afternoon, ladies! Can I help you?"

"Good afternoon, Miss Jennifer here has an appointment to choose a wedding outfit, and for the first measurements" replied Kitty.

"Of course, ladies! If you would like to take off your pretty wet coats, I will take you through to our showroom."

Kitty quickly helped me out of my green dream coat, and removing her own, handed them both reluctantly to the shop assistant. Kitty quickly tidied my hair with a few expert brush strokes, and fussed gently over the folds of my skirt, and when the assistant returned, we followed through a short corridor to a large room, full of dress stands with lots of different styles of wedding dresses and bridesmaid's outfits.

"My name is Miss Carpenter, and I am your adviser on all aspects of wedding outfits. I understand that the great day is only five days away, and so we will all have our hands full for the rest of the week."

She turned to me and said: "Now, my dear, do you have anything in mind, or would you prefer to look around at all the dresses we have here? You are fortunate in that you are close to the size of all these models, and so you will be able to try on any that you might fancy. We also have lots of other styles in our colour catalogue, and of course we can make up anything that you may design yourself."

"Oh, i have no fixed ideas at all! They all look lovely from here. please can you show me around, and if possible let me try some on so that i can see how they suit me?"

"Of course you can, my dear, this is your big event, and it is every bride's right to take as long as she wishes in choosing her wedding dress."

With that, the three of us worked our way around the room, with Miss Carpenter expertly pointing out the features of each model, and Kitty making valuable comments on each outfit. i try on many of the costumes ( in particular the frothy feminine ones) and each time i am undressed and dressed by Kitty. She has brought along a Polaroid camera, and takes lots of photographs of me, in each outfit, so that i can think again later.

NOT QUITE THE END! THAT IS AS FAR AS THE STORY HAS GOT SO FAR, BUT I INTEND TO CONTINUE THIS STORY. I HOPE THIS IS OF INTEREST TO YOU, AND WOULD LOVE TO HEAR STORIES OF BOY-GIRLS WEARING PLASTIC RAINWEAR ON YOUR TELEPHONE MESSAGES.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORY, AND OF ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR THE FUTURE OF JENNIFER.