A week as a girl -part 2

continued from part 1

I got in the bath, it was a heady mix of girly bubbles, bath bombs, candles and scents.  Oh man.

Beth looked pleased as I sank down into the water and relaxed, letting the girly experience wash over me

This is going to be so good, hun, she said.  

She washed my hair, still clad in the transparent plastic coat, which was steaming up from the inside now, and sat with me for a while.  So, how do you feel?, she asked

Scared, overwhelmed, nervous, excited.  

You do know that I'm going to push your limits.  You have no way to back out really, you signed up for a week and a week it's going to be.  Every day you resist, not only will you be locked outside to the tree, I'm resetting the clock back to day one.  Eventually, term will start and you'll have to explain this to your housemates.  

She grinned. 

This is a one way trip, girly boy.  no backing out.

My stomach did a flip.  Shit, what had I gotten myself into.

Right, lets have you out.  Time to turn you into Susan.

She held up a big pink towel and she wrapped it around me, under my arms like a girl as I stepped into it.  She wrapped my hair in another pink towel, done up on top, turban style.  

Get yourself dry - meet me in the bedroom.

I dried myself off and made my way into the bedroom.

Sit.  She pointed to the chair by the desk.

I duly sat down, looking at myself in the mirror.  I was pink, wrapped in pink, but still a boy.

Lets get you looking more like a girl - first, those eyebrows need to be shaped.

I went to protest, but she gave me the look with raised eyebrows.  

You dont want to spend your first night outside, do you? She said, menacingly.

The sooner you realise that this is going to happen, like it or not, the better.  You want this, you crave it.  Why else would you have handed me total control?  Well, total control it will be - a full 7 days as a girl, or you're going to be very very sorry you crossed me.  Understand?

Yes, Beth.

Good.  She smiled sweetly then kissed me on the forehead.  The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go out and get you familiar with your new life.  You have a really big day ahead of you tomorrow and you need to have some confidence.

She dried my hair and put the towel on the floor.  She placed a wide headband over my forehead to keep my fairly short hair back and began to pluck my eyebrows into a modest arch.   It wasn't particularly painful and was interesting to watch a slightly more feminine dimension appear on my face.

Next, she painted my toenails a pale shimmering pink, before sticking false nails on my fingers and painting those with the same nail polish.  The nails weren't very long, but my hands looked like someone elses to me. Very feminine.  Amazing what a tiny change can do.  I'd only ever painted my own nails, but that didn't have the effect that this did.  

Beth began to apply a little makeup - first a foundation, then some eyeshadow and mascara to my eyelashes.  Lastly, a little lipstick, in pink, of course.  I was becoming aroused from the cold plastic of her coat pressing onto me.  Oh man.

You'll do for now, she said.

I stared at the familiar face in the mirror, my features very much altered by the makeup, accentuated by the wide elastic hairband too. Not bad.  Definitely not a male face anymore.  Amazing.  

Well, do you like?  

Yes.  I touch my cheek.  The reflection, a girl touched her cheek.

Right, come on, lets get you dressed.  Hang up your towel in the bathroom, put some deodorant and perfume on and come straight back.

I'm a whirl.  I do as she asks.  I smell feminine.  I look feminine.  With a skinny boys body.

I'm nervous about walking back in naked.  But she's already seen my naked body chained to a tree, so it matters little.   I cover myself and walk back in.  

She'd finally got changed out of the plastic coat and is now wearing a tight black dress and heels.

She's got some clothes ready on the bed.

Come on, chop chop.  She points to the bed.  I see some breast forms.  They're new.  I pull up the pale blue lacey knickers and put on the push up bra.  She helps me with the breast forms. 

I couldn't have you looking like a flat chested child now, could I?  She says.  

They feel strange, liquid, bouncy.  She inserts them and gets them straight.    I jiggle them in the bra, oh my god, they feel real.  I begin to get hard.

Beth notices, of course.  She's not at all intimidated by this and pulls me close.  Dammit, this isn't helping.  She nuzzles against me, biting my ear, grabbing my cock, teasing, then really grabbing it

This is no time for that thing.  She squeezed.   You're a girl, girls dont have those things. She squeezed some more.

Argh, I squirmed, but she held tight.  I settled down, wincing in pain, no longer aroused. 

Good. Lets continue shall we? 

Shes prepared a short striped jersey top and a denim pinafore dress. I pulled the top on, feeling how it had to curve over my breasts.  Then I pulled up the pinafore, attaching the straps to each clip and doing up the buttons on the side of the dress.

I put a pair of floral Dr Marten boots on to complete the look, laces loose, as was the style.

Oh boy. Or girl...

She styled my hair into a bit of a bob, cutting it and chopping it much like Cameron Diaz wore hers.  She even put the clips in, pink of course, so there was no doubt it was a girls cut.   I had no idea how I would hide that in a weeks time back in boy mode, assuming she let me back, that was.

I look in the mirror.  I saw a girl staring back.  Not a skinny petite teen girl, an athletic girl, with a quirky face.

Holy crap. 

Right, girly, lets go out.

She handed me a tan leather satchel, took me by the hand and led me downstairs and out of the house. 

The click of the door sent my stomach turning - this was really real...

A week as a girl - part 1 - introduction

When I was a student, around 21 years old, I lived in a shared house with 2 other guys.  My degree had a component that meant that one year I had to work over the Easter break when everyone else had time off - which meant I had the house to myself for about 4 weeks.

4 weeks is a long time to have with only your own company and although I was having lots of dress up adventures by myself, I had the opportunity of a crazy experience that was too good too pass up.

I was pretty close to one the girls on my course and I had previously confessed my little hobby to her on a drunken night out.  She was already spoken for, but was really flirty and we'd spent a few nights in the same bed on a field trip, even 'practicing' kissing a few time.  I think she was fascinated by my openness about cross dressing and maybe was even a little bi-curious and was half using me to find out. 

Anyway, it was a Thursday night and a few beers with her after a long day in the lab and she noticed the remnants of some nail polish on one of my fingers and we got talking.  She started sharing secrets and was daring me to open up, which I duly did, bit by embarrassing bit.  From cross dressing, a love of bondage, humiliation, forced public exposure and domination, we traversed all kinds of things.  Turns out she was way kinkier than I had realised and really into bondage. 

And then she proposed a deal.

She would move in with me for a week, actually 10 days - Friday to Sunday, and I would live with her the whole time as a girl.  

There was a catch though, she wanted to do it entirely on her terms.  She wouldn't say what the terms were, but swore I both would and wouldn't regret it.  She wanted me to agree without telling more.

My head was spinning.  I agreed.  Oh God. 

She demanded to come back to my place and look at the stuff that I had and then she would plan our week.  So, we drank up and went back to my house.

She was very excited, and pushed past me as soon as I had opened the front door and walked inside.  Of course, there was nothing to see, all my dresses were carefully folded and stashed away with my bondage gear and make up.

She did a tour of the house, focussing hard on my bedroom, trying to find incriminating evidence, but as I tried to explain to her as she opened every cupboard she could find, I was more careful than that.

I took her hand and led her back to the walk-in wardrobe.  Behind a fake plinth which looked like it was part of the wardrobe and dressing space was a large wooden box, over a metre cubed, locked with a hasp and a large lock.

I unlocked it and stepped back, leaving her to get all my stuff out.  

Out came the dresses one by one, bridesmaid, party, school uniform, the underwear, petticoats and corsets.  

She stripped off and tried on my large pink bridesmaids dress, twirling around the bedroom in mountains of petticoats and taffeta, laughing.  She pulled out my bag of bondage gear and and slapped handcuffs on me whilst she poked around in the various bags and boxes that I'd got out.

Right, she announced, sitting down on the bed in a big pink taffeta and petticoat flounce, I have a plan.  Tomorrow, 6pm it will start. You still in?   

Whats the plan, I ask.  

Ah, that's the fun bit.  I'm not really going to tell you except you'll be spending all week as a girl like I said.  She reached down and grabbed my swelling cock through my jeans.    Yes, I think you're going to have a LOT of fun. 

So what I want is for you to give me a spare key to your front door tomorrow so I can get in tomorrow evening.  Come to the lab tomorrow as normal, but wear these under your clothes.  She holds up a pair of pink lacy knickers and a matching bra. 

And with that, she stepped out of the prink bridesmaid dress, giving me a little show as she did it and redressed. 

She tossed me the handcuff keys and planted a big kiss on my cheek.  

I suggest you shave yourself smooth tonight!

See you tomorrow in the lab, girly.

And then she let herself out, leaving me to unlock the cuffs and put everything away.

And so, I went to the lab in the morning, wearing the underwear she had picked out for me.

She greeted me and immediately asked for the spare door keys, which I handed to her. 

She checked my chest for the bra and made me show her the knickers.

Once I'd done that, she had a huge grin.   She handed me an envelope, fittingly in pink.  

She'd written Susan on the front.  My girl name for the week she informed me.

Open this as soon as you get home.   It's a list of instructions, carry them out to the letter, if you don't, well, the deal of off.  Which, depending on where we're at, might be rather unfortunate for you.

I wasn't at all sure what she meant by that, but I took the envelope and put it in my bag and we got on with our work.

Time passed so slowly, but soon it was 4pm and it was time to go.

Go home, she said, open the letter, do exactly what I've asked.

Then she kissed me full and unexpectedly and pinged my bra strap.

See you later.

I took myself off home, taking the bus from campus and walking the short distance back to the house.

Holy crap, this was real.  Or could be, if I followed her instructions.  I wondered how she wanted me dressed.

I opened the letter and read the instructions.

Dear Susan. 

If you want an experience of a lifetime, then do the following tasks.

I want you to retrieve your box of clothes and empty out all the clothes and shoes and other things.
Strip naked and lock all your boy clothes in the box. Every last item of male clothing.
Hang up your dresses and put the make up on the desk.  Like its a girls room.  Which it will be, of course.
Place your lingerie in your drawers and shoes in the wardrobe.
Then leave the keys on top of the box, including to the handcuffs and padlocks.
Taking the following items - handcuffs, leg cuffs, 5 padlocks, 1 long length of chain, one shorter length, leather collar.
Go outside, make sure the back door locks behind you.
Put your collar on and lock it.  Lock a chain to the ring on the front of the collar.  Lock your leg cuffs on and lock a short chain to your handcuffs.
Lock the chain on the collar to the tree in the middle of the lawn
Lock the handcuffs on behind your back.
Wait for me. 

I'll be there at 6pm.  If you are not exactly as described, I'm walking away with all your keys, so don't be 1/2 locked up, or you'll have a difficult time explaining that to the neighbours when it gets light.

Beth.

It was now approaching 5pm.  I needed to get a move on.

I retrieved the box and emptied it, dumping everything on the bed for now.

I collected all my clothes and dumped them in the box, remembering to strip off what I was wearing

Shoes went in, everything.

I stripped off the bra and knickers and dropped them in the top drawer of my now empty chest of drawers, leaving me naked.

I quickly hung up the dresses, put the few tops and skirts I had in the drawers, loaded the top drawer with the few other pieces of underwear I had.  I lined up the make up on the desk and placed the couple of wig heads on there too.

I got the bondage items out and separated out the things she wanted and stashed the rest in a drawer.  This was the strange bit, I really didn't know what to think or if I should trust her.  I did know her well though and I didn't think she'd let me get so totally screwed over for fun, she wanted the next bit too.

I locked the box up and placed the keys on the top.  I separated out the handcuff keys and the other padlock keys and placed them down too.

This was it.

I hurried downstairs, closing the curtains on the growing darkness and leaving some lights on.  Thank god it was dark outside

I made sure the front door was shut but not double locked so Beth could get in and made my way to the back door.  The lock was one of those self closing ones, so once I was outside, I was stuck. 

I stood there for a while, panicked that people were looking in, but of course, noone was.  It was Easter so it was dark and of course, unlucky for me, hammering with rain.  Shit. 

I glanced at the clock - 5:50 - crap, she would be here.

Before I closed the door, I locked on the collar and leg cuffs, locking on the chains for the next step.

 I was holding the handcuffs in one hand which were on the short chain, a little too short I realised, I wouldn't be able to stand fully upright, and the open padlocked end to a 3 metre chain in the other

I stepped outside into the cool wet evening - god I hoped she'd be on time.  I pulled the door closed until 'click' it latched shut.  Fuck, I was screwed now whichever way.

I walked out onto the lawn and locked the chain around the tree and before I could chicken out completely, ratcheted the handcuffs around my wrists, totally sealing my fate.

I stood there chained to the tree in the pouring rain, listening to tell tale signs of her arrival.  I seemed like an eternity, but I heard the front door open and close.  Then a pause, what was she doing?

Then eventually, the back door opened and she stepped out.  

Well well well, what do we have here? She asked.

She was standing there in a clear plastic raincoat and hat.  And nothing else.

My eyes nearly popped out my my head.  

Like my outfit, she asked?  

I remembered she said she was into plastic and latex - goodness knows what other surprises she had in store. 

Yes, it's very, revealing..

She pressed herself up against me, the cold wet plastic sticking to my skin.  She took my now straining cock into her hands and squeezed my balls.

That won't do at all, Susan, you can't be a girl with that equipment.  I'll be sorting that out just as soon as I've finished exploring.

And she kissed me with a lipstick kiss and left me in the rain.

She was gone a while, I struggled against the cuffs and chain, but of course it was wasted effort - I was going nowhere.  

She came back out - still dressed in just the clear coat - but holding some keys.

So, do you want out, Susan?

Yes please Beth.

You'll need to earn it, she said.

She unlocked the chain from the tree and clipped it around her wrist.  Come on, walkies.  And she walked me around the garden a few times by the collar, which was tricky with the chain from my handcuffs to the leg cuffs.  Then she pushed me down onto the muddy flowerbed and had me lay face down in it.  She pressed her foot onto the back of my head and ground my face into the mud.

Good good.  

She was totally in control and she knew it. 

 

If you argue with me, you'll end up back out here like this, do you understand? 

Yes, lets go inside now, it's cold, I pleaded.

She walked me over to the tree again and locked the chain around again.  

Just a minute, she said.  And returned with a hose.  

She hosed me down, cleaning me of the mud, it was freezing but there was nowhere I could go.

Finally, she was done.

Are we clear about how infractions will be dealt with? She asked

Yes, Beth

And with that, she unlocked me from the tree and led me inside.

She unlocked the chain from the cuffs to the leg cuffs and then removed the leg cuffs.  

That will do for now, she said, leading me upstairs to the bathroom by the chain.   As I entered the bathroom, I saw why she had taken a while to come back outside to unlock me.  It was decorated with candles, the bath was full of girly bubbles and there were pink towels waiting for me.  

She unlocked my wrists and removed the collar.  

Well, go on Susan, this is your introduction to being a girl.

More to come in part 2...