From alt.sex.stories.tg Sat Jul 13 01:49:34 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!nntp.coast.net!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!hunter.premier.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet ~From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg ~Subject: Story - Plasdrm1.txt ~Date: Mon, 07 Jul 1996 21:30:45 -0500 Organization: I-Link ~Lines: 411 Message-ID: ~Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-1-2.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit 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: 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