I found the clothes lying on the bed. Reluctantly, I put them on, starting with the black satin panties. It was a very strange feeling on my skin, and I also failed to understand the necessity of a bra for myself!
Marion arrived back in the bedroom to find me dressed in the suspenders, navy blue mini skirt, and cream satin blouse. She gasped a little when she saw me, then she saw the expression on my face.
“Dear, it’s terrible somebody could force you to do this. Can’t you do something about it?”
“No, what? Who’d believe a story like that?”
“Hmmm.” She said as she worked on my skirt, pulling at it a little. She moved behind me and started to tug at the blouse and smooth it out a little. “Just, er, oh, adjuuusssting, oh, your clothes, uhhh, dear.” She could hardly breathe! I spun round and noticed her staring at my body longingly. She rubbed furiously at her clitoris. She immediately put one hand back on the satin blouse and started rubbing on it, she felt the bra through the material and rubbed even harder on her clit. “God, dear, sorry, but you are so sexy. You feel so sexy, god!!! Fuck me! Lift up your skirt and take your dick out of your silky panties and fuck me!!!” What else could I do? I fucked her senseless, all the while she was calling me a bitch. I loved it. It was the best sex EVER!
I slept in my underwear; Marion left her hand on my panty-covered penis all night.
“I’m glad to see you made the right decision.” Erica said. “And may I say you look mighty lovely!”
Otherwise the day went normal. Until about four o’clock, when I saw Marion leave Erica’s office.
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
“Oh honey, Miss Sloan here has offered me a job as Marketing assistant. Isn’t that great?” It was good news. We needed all the money we could get.
“Thanks, Erica, that’s good of you.”
“No problem. Oh, and Marion, doesn’t he look great in his new clothes?”
“Well I have to admit he does. I was afraid he’d look stupid but he doesn’t one bit.”
I noticed the boxes and bags in the boot of the car. “Have you been shopping?”
“Miss Sloan took me down to one of the warehouses and gave me some things. I got some more clothes for you as well. And a little treat for tonight!”
“Go on then, put it on.” Marion said.
I didn’t want to wear them, but I didn’t want to upset her. “Okay.” I slid the red stockings on to my newly shaved legs (her idea) and put on the lacy red thong panties. Then she slid the red Basque around me. She put a wig on me, a long straight blond one, and put so much makeup on me, I looked like a whore.
“Good you’re perfect. Wait here now, I’ll be right back.” She grabbed some bags, and went away.
Minutes late she was back in the bedroom. I couldn’t believe what I saw. She wore a black rubber top, high-heeled black leather boots, and a long thick strap-on dildo.
“NO WAY!!!!” I screamed. Slapped my arse.
“SHUT IT!!” She shouted back. I began to struggle. But amazingly she managed to sit on me and force me down onto the bed. She pulled my panties down to my knees, and greased up my arsehole. In one swift movement the dildo was in my arse. I couldn’t believe the pain, as she forced it up me. Soon the pain was all but gone though as I began to enjoy the feeling.
“You like that don’t you, Michelle?”
“No I don’t and my name is not Michelle!”
“Oh, honey, it is now.” She was riding me with no hands now. I was groaning. He 8” fake penis going all the way in. I could see what she was doing, but I could feel what felt like band-aids going on my back. Lots of them.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing dear. Just fucking you like the girl you are.” Then I felt her stop. What was she up to? OW! She had injected me with something. OW! And again. OW! AND AGAIN!
“STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
She started fucking me again. “I’ve injected you with a hormone mix, with the amount I’ve given you, you’ll have C sized breasts within the week. Great huh?”
She really did soon happy. “Marion! You can’t do that!”
“I thought you wanted all of this!”
“Well your boss told me you did. She said you were just looking for some help to find your feminine side.”