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The day I have been waiting for has finally arrived. Today is the day I will be transformed into a girl. My dominant girlfriend and a few of her friends will do it. I am in a hotel room per their instructions.
When they finally arrive, two of them are carrying suitcases and one has a smaller boxy case. All are smiling, eager to begin. My girlfriend orders my to strip naked while they prepare for me.
When I am completely naked, she takes my clothes and puts them into a plastic trash bag. I know that's the last time I'll ever see those pants and shirt, which is why I purposely wore old ones. She tells me that I won't be needing those rags anymore.
While this was going on, one of her friends was running a hot bubble bath for me. I am told to get in and make myself perfectly clean. I comply with trepidation. When I am finished my bath and the tub emptied, my girlfriend enters with a pair of handcuffs and a paper bag. She orders me to stand in the tub and place my hands above my head. The handcuffs go on, shackling me to the overhead bar. Then she took two bottles out of the bag and poured a pink lotion over me. My heart began to pound when I saw that it was Nair hair remover.
She covered me completely with the lotion, missing nothing. From head to toe I was covered with the stuff. Then she told me she'd be back for me in half an hour, turned out the light and walked out. >From the other room I could hear excited voices and the sound of glass containers being arranged on the tabletop and other unidentifiable noises.
Precisely thirty minutes later my girlfriend came back and released me from my bonds and told me to rinse off the lotion. I complied, and as I rubbed with a washcloth, all my body hair fell off. She looked me over carefully, using a razor on any last remaining holdouts until I was totally hairless. Then she told me to come into the other room.
The other girls giggled when they saw me, but remained calm enough to begin work on me. I was put into a chair and tied there. One began a pedicure, while another started applying false fingernails, shaping them and polishing them until my girlfriend, who was standing in the background giving instructions to the others, was satisfied.
Then came the application of makeup. I was given a total makeover including the skin around and into my ears "to blend in the skin tones" I was told. When they finished, I saw in the mirror that they had done a good job, I looked very feminine, from the neck up at least.
Now I was untied and told it was time to get dressed. They had chosen my wardrobe for me and laid it out on the bed. One of the girls had to help me on with the corset, which had attached garters. Then she showed me how to put on the stockings without ruining them. While she fastened the snaps for me, another placed a brassiere around my chest and adjusted it to fit perfectly, then put a pair of realistic-looking falsies into the cups to fill it out properly. Then I was given a minidress to put on. It covered me well, except that the hem fell only a little was past the line of my stockings.
The final step was a long blonde wig, which was carefully arranged in a feminine style and clipped to the only existing hair on my body. Now I looked totally feminine and felt it. My girlfriend had managed to locate a pair of high heels in my size to complete the outfit. I spent the next hour tottering around the room learning to walk like a lady, much to the women's amusement.
Then my girlfriend announced that it was time to get my ears pierced. My heart skipped a beat and began to race. "Surely she wasn't thinking of taking me out like this?" But she was adament. And I was afraid of what might happen to me when we returned, having seen the bondage and torture implements laid out on the other bed. So I did as bidden and followed them out into the street. The mall was not far away, fortunately for my feet. We went inside and aside from a few curious stares and the odd hand on my ass, no one gave me second glance.
At the shop, my girlfriend spent a good deal of time picking out a nice pair of earrings for me, finally settling on a pair of gold ones. As I was sitting in the piercing chair, she told the clerk that I used to be a man, and they were feminizing me tonight. She gave me a long speculative look, then took my girlfriend aside and had a short talk with her. When they came back to do the piercing, they both wore huge grins. This didn't look good for me.
On the way back, my girlfriend said she needed to get something and to go on ahead of her, but to wait for her in the room. We did, just sitting around and chatting like a bunch of schoolgirls about men, which I think they did purposely to embarrass me. It did, and I was blushing furiously no matter how I tried to hide it, which the girls found even more hilarious.
When my girlfriend came back a little while later, she had a big paper bag. She said that the salesclerk had asked her if I was to be taught to have sex like a lady as well, and suggested a small boutique which would be able to outfit her for this task. With that, she dumped the bag and out came a huge dildo with a harness and a jar of lubricant. I looked on in sheer terror while they laughed and made lewd remarks to me. I started to protest, and was told that I would be punished later for talking back.
I was stripped of my dress and made to kneel down before the chair. My girlfriend strapped on the dildo slowly, savoring each moment. Then she sat on the chair and told me it was time for my first blowjob. The other girls forced my head down over the big plastic dick and shouted tips and advice amid peals of laughter.
Then when my girlfriend decided enough was enough, she announced that it was time for my deflowering. The other girls hooted their agreement and hauled me over to the bed. They bent me over and held me there, frightened and vulnerable. One parted my ass cheeks and poured a good amount of the lubricant down the crack of my ass and rubbed it in, telling me that now I knew how a woman felt when she was all wet down there. She inserted a finger into my hole to make sure I was completely ready, then sat back and held my ass wide open as my girlfriend positioned herself.
As I felt that big plastic prong begin to press against my opening, I groaned. The others giggled and encouraged my girlfriend on. Inch by inch, she forced the dildo into my ass, making me feel it deeper and deeper. The pain and humiliation were unbearable. When she had gotten the whole thing buried in me, she asked me how it felt to lose my cherry. All I could do was moan in pain. She laughed and told me the ride was only beginning.
She fucked me for a while, then switched with one of the other girls. Each had a chance to fuck me, and by the time the third had started, I no longer felt pain, only a curious pleasure. My cock began to rise in spite of myself. The girls noticed this and did all they could to excite me further. After the last one had finished, my girlfriend told me that I wasn't done yet. After all, If the others could enjoy the taste of a man's come, so why shouldn't I do the same thing in my new role as a woman? She leaned down and slipped my rock hard cock into her warm mouth and sucked it, as much for the inevitable result as for all their appreciation. When I did come, she lovingly licked and sucked each drop from me, then leaned over my face.
The girl on my right told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, which I did. My girlfriend spit my come out onto my tongue and watched as it dripped back into my mouth. She told me not to swallow it for one minute, so as to allow me the chance to savor the taste of sperm in my mouth. She and the others would make me stick out my tongue every ten seconds or so to check if the come was still there. When the longest minute of my life was up, I was allowed to swallow it. Then she said that she didn't just want a girl/boy friend, but a slave as well.
So they tied me to the bed and began to torture me to see how much I could take, and if I was worthy to be made a slave to my wonderful mistress. The session went on for hours, and I drifted on a happy haze between pain and pleasure. When they had had enough, I was released and told I was accepted as a slave. I was never so happy in my life.
As the other girls left, my mistress/girlfriend told them not to forget the following Friday night. They promised they wouldn't, giggling and eyeing me with glee. My mistress turned to me and said, "Next Friday night, we are going to dress you again. But then we are going out man-hunting to find you a real man to take care of."
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