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Ugly Duckling to Sissy Princess Ch. 02

(Continued from Part 1)

My girlfriend, Carol, and I made love to each other about 2 times per week. She was also getting fucked on a regular basis by her jock fuck buddies. I never asked how many guys she was hooking up with on the side, but, I guessed it was at least five, because there were five jocks that she tutored on a daily basis. She put on skimpy clothes to tutor them, and after the "tutoring sessions", she looked sweaty and exhausted, like she had been forced to run through a tough military obstacle course.

I evolved from being a humiliated, jealous and resentful boyfriend, to finding the one positive thing about this arrangement. It removed all the pressure on me to give her the hard pounding a woman needs. I had always felt insecure and inadequacy about my diminutive equipment. I'm a small short white guy with a tiny pecker. I just don't have the tool to give her pussy a deep hard pounding.

But, I did not have to worry about that anymore. All she needed from me was tenderness and affection, which did not require a big cock. I loved and worshiped her and was her boyfriend and best friend.

After the initial shock of discovering her infidelities and reluctantly accepting this, our relationship evolved rather smoothly. Oddly, instead than being repulsed by her when she had just gotten through a fuck session with other guys, knowing she had just gotten a rough pounding from another guy got me more turned on. Why? Maybe because I felt I less pressure to perform in bed, because she had already been pleasured; or maybe, the thought of having a slutty girlfriend turned me on; or maybe, I developing some weird fetish for sloppy seconds. Who knows.

I always knew it when she had just been fucked, because, the hard pounding caused her to walk funny, and, she would look beat up, like she had been slammed against a wall. When I saw her like this, I would walk back to her room with her. I wouldn't let her shower or clean up, I would initiate make-out sessions that led to love-making. Her pussy would be sore from being fucked by big jocks and this soreness made her feel my little dick, which she would not otherwise feel inside her.

I did not even mind tasting cum in her mouth. That was another very odd thing. The taste of cum in her mouth was a major turn on for me. I know how gross this sound, but, it is just the plain truth, and I cannot deny it nor explain it.

While Carol was exploring her slut side, I was secretly exploring my feminine sissy side.

In part 1 of this story, I explained my strange first encounter with Ted, a 40-something athletic professional black man that owned his own marketing firm. I was drinking in a bar and we started to chat. He could tell that I had been through a very rough day, and he asked me about it. I should have kept my mouth shut, but, I was so upset and depressed and the buzz of alcohol made me want to talk and confide in him.

I told him about the sorry state of my life - that my girlfriend had confessed to being a slut behind my back to clear her conscience. She admitted that she could not help herself and could not stop, because, her libido was going crazy The jocks that she was tutoring were hot, and after being seduced by a big, rough and aggressive jock, she became addicted to rough sex like it was heroin. As a feminist, she could only love a man like me who treated her with the utmost love, respect, tenderness and admiration. But, apparently, inner slut was an altogether different creature. A dominant big strong jock would trigger her inner slut, and she became an eager fucktoy that like to be pounded on the walls and fucked like a porn star.

Instead of dumping her ass, I told her I would look the other way. Why? Because, she is hot and I am not. She is smart and nerdy like me, but, she has a hot petite body that turns heads wherever she goes. She could easily be lingerie model.

Me, on the other hand, I am short, skinny white guy with a small dick. Carol is 10 times out of my league, and I may never ever have a girlfriend that hot again. I do not want to spend the rest of my life jerking off to my pictures of her - so looking the other way and keeping her was the only sensible option.

Besides, I love Carol deeply and I cannot entirely blame her. If the shoe was on the other foot - if I was the one getting chased by hot and horny young babes, I may have reacted the same way as Carol.

I explained all this to Ted the night I met him at the bar and he sensed how low my self-esteem. He heard me complain about how I loathed my body, because I was short, small and had a small cock, and he told me I could change my life by repackaging myself and identifying a niche new market that finds me attractive.

It turns out that he was talking about me becoming "repackaged" by crossdressing! He said I had a very feminine petite body and a pretty face, and that I would look very hot as a crossdresser! I thought - what the fuck! I wanted to punch him in the face, but, I just walked out the bar. I was very offended by his statement, yet, this perverse idea somehow stuck in my head. I could not get rid of it.

How would I look in a dress and heels? Would I be hot? - These questions haunted me. This curiosity grew and intensified, until I could not ignore it anymore.

Why not try crossdressing one time just to satisfy my curiosity and move it? It could not be so bad, right?

The day I finally took the step of standing in front of my mirror in my new girl clothes was the day I got hit with a bolt of lightning! I wore five-inch black heels, opaque black thigh-high stockings, black skin-tight mini skirt, and a set of red corset, panties, and garter belt.

Dressing up like this was like dabbling in powerful black magic. It was intensely powerful and electrifying! I had never experienced anything so erotically charged in all my life!

The girl in the mirror was beautiful, sensual, and happy with her reflection. I had never before experienced this elation and pride!

Weeks later, I was becoming more and more infatuated with crossdressing, and, I was beginning to develop feminine fantasies.

I was glad that Carol spent so much time with her fuck buddies, because, I loved having time alone to crossdress and enter the world of feminine fantasies.

I had no intention of becoming a lifestyle crossdresser and I did not identify as a woman trapped in a man's body. Yet, for whatever freak reason, getting dressed up as a girl and allowing feminine fantasies to carry me away gave me the most powerful arousals and orgasms of my life!

I love how sexy and attractive I became in girl's clothes. I enjoyed watching myself in the mirror as I dressed up. For the first time in my life, I felt attractive. My favorite part of my crossdressing ritual was putting on pantyhose and high heels. I left this for last and did it slowly, watching myself in the mirror. I used black opaque pantyhose and tights, because I had not shaved my legs.

Even though I began fantasizing about being touched and used like a girl, I did not consider myself gay, because I did not want to do this in real life. They were just taboo fantasies. I also poked and probed my asshole with pens, and discovered a dimension of physical pleasures, but, I was too scared to try ramming anything thicker than a pen inside me.

I got Ted's telephone number from the bar where we met, and I called him on the phone. I confessed to him that I had started to experiment with crossdressing. I only called him because he seemed to know about this stuff and it was new to me and I was so clueless. He was friendly and invited me to a crossdressing party hosted by one of his clients. I was reluctant to agree, but, curiosity got the better of me, and I accepted his invitation.

I spoke to Ted, again, one day before the crossdressing party. I told him that, although I was curious about crossdressing, I would never do anything sexual with a guy. I wanted to make that absolutely clear.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I don't know. I just think it would be irreversible, you know, like once you go down that road, you are a cocksucker and will always be a cocksucker." I explained to him. I also said to him, "I don't think Carol or any other girl would want to marry a guy that has sucked a cock."

Ted laughed and said, "When you marry a girl, the best thing to do is to don't ask and don't tell. Your wife may have been a dirty little slut that enjoyed gangbangs in college. Don't ask about her sexual past. Most women do not disclose everything they've done, anyway. So, you don't have disclose everything you've done."

"But, still - I don't know, I just couldn't be with a man! That's just too much change for me!" I said. "I have been heterosexual all my life. Changing that now would be to throw myself into an identity crisis that could have many negative consequences. I want to have a little fun, but, I don't want to get in too deep." I added.

"James, you need to understand that I will always respect your boundaries, and everyone else in our community is extremely respectful of personal boundaries. But, damn it! I was hoping you would suck my cock after the party!" He said comically.

I was glad he could not see me blushing.

The truth is, I had developed an elaborate fantasy involving Ted: I am in a biker's bar in a very sexy outfit - short red leather mini skirt, sheer black nylon pantyhose, 5-inch black stilletos and a tight white satin blouse and white bra underneath. Five big strong rough-looking blue-collar biker guys flirt with me and buy me drinks, and, I love the flattery and attention. But, then, things get a little ugly. They ask me if I am interested in gang-banging them in the back alley. I do not want this and I try to leave, but, two of them pick me up and carry me out of the bar and into the dark alley. I am dropped on the dirty ground and they take turns slapping cocks on my face and I get pre-cum splashed all over my face. Then, just as they are about to use me as their little fuck toy, Ted suddenly shows up to rescue me. He fights them off, then, picks me up and takes me to his nice city condo. After I clean up my face we watch TV on his couch. I show him my appreciation by moving my hands sensually on his pants over his cock. I feel the rise of a big snake, and I pull down his zipper to release his black anaconda. My jaw drops when I see it. It is black, big, long, and fat; an intimidating reptile, but, I do not falter. I gently kiss its head and sides. I tease the head with my swirling tongue. It oozes pre-cum, and, I lick all of it. Then, I open my jaw wide to give him the best blowjob of his life and swallow half of his monster cock down my throat. He moans, grunts, trembles, bucks his hips, and then, erupts like a powerful volcano. He cums deep in my throat filling my stomach with his warm milk.

Ted's joke about me sucking his cock triggered this daydream about my fantasy and I forget that we were in the middle of a telephone conversation.

"Hello?" said Ted. "You did not hang up on me did you? I was just joking, James." He said apologetically.

"Its fine, Ted. I know you are a pervert. You can dream about me sucking your dick, but, it will never happen!" I said to him.

I wondered - Why do I have Ted stuck in my feminine fantasies? Why do I fantasize each night about sucking his cock? I guessed that it must be like what some patients feel towards their therapists. In a way, Ted was like my counselor. He had opened a new door for me and was guiding me in this new journey.

Ted explained to me that young crossdressers are sometimes referred to as "sissies" and "femboys" in parties, but, I should not not take offense to these names. When a man and a sissy would hook up, the man would call the sissy his "sissy slut," "sissy slave," "sissy fuck toy," etc. Ted also explained that most sissies enjoyed some submission and humiliation.

After talking to Ted, I wondered - Was it really a good idea to go to this crossdressing party? Crossdressing in the privacy of my room was one thing - it was safe. But, taking my crossdressing outside and sharing it with strangers was terrifying.

Friday, the day of my first crossdressing party finally arrived! Ted had explained to me that his assistant, Bernice, would be picking me up at about 7:00 pm to take me shopping and get me ready for the party. Ted said he would pay for everything.

The meeting place where I would meet Bernice was Nic's Bar, the same bar where I first met Ted. I arrived and sat at a bar stool. I ordered a Tequila shot.

God, I needed some liquid courage tonight! What was I getting myself into? I was extremely nervous. I thought I would vomit.

For the first 5 minutes, my eyes were glued to the door. Every time the door opened, my heart dropped to the floor.

About 15 minutes after I arrived, a beautiful young woman in her early 20s walked in and scanned the room. She was unbelievably stunning! She was white and European-looking - I'd guess Italian or Spanish, with beautiful blue eyes and long dirty blond hair.

She wore dark eye liner and dark red lipstick - like a hot goth chick that grew up, but, retained a slight remnant of her goth attitude.

She was dressed classy sexy. The length of her dark purple mini skirt was short enough to cause men to stop whatever they were doing to stare, but, long enough to stay on the classy side of classy vs. slutty.

She wore a designer tight white button blouse and black boots, which, I later learned were Christian Loubitins.

She had a thin waist, but, nice curvy tits and ass. The top two buttons on her blouse were open to show a little cleavage; a hint of the fine set of tits on this girl.

I stood frozen. Shit! I can't go shopping for girl clothes with a hot chick like this! She would intimidate the hell out of me! Time stopped when she looked around. All the men in the place were gazing at her, wondering who was the lucky bastard she came looking for. She made eye contact with me and flashed me a big smile.

Oh my God, it is Bernice! I looked away nervously.

I heard her foot steps as she walked towards me. "You must be James. You are exactly as Ted described you."

All eyes at the place where on the two of us.

She was quite a bit taller than me - the boots added about 5 inches to her, but, even without the boots she was probably several inches taller than me.

I extended my hand to her to shake her hand, but, she ignored my hand, choosing instead to wrap her arms around me and give me a big bear hug. Then, she kissed me tenderly on the lips and made an "mmm" noise!

Holy shit!

I could hear people murmuring.

When she stopped kissing me on the lips, she said in a loud and excited voice, "Let's go, baby! Now! I can't wait anymore!"

I said nothing. I just pulled out some bills from my pockets to pay for my drinks and I stood up. I noticed the bartender staring at us with his jaw wide open.

Bernice grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

I was as shocked as everybody else in the bar, but, I acted like this was very normal for me.

As we walked out of the bar, the guys in the bar were giving me the thumbs up or holding up their drinks up as to salute me.

Why did Bernice decide to put on this show at the bar? Did she think I was a pathetic little guy that desperately needed something like this to lift his sorry little ego.

Was this her 'random act of kindness', her act of charity?

"Why did you do that? I have a girlfriend you know." I said when we were outside.

"I don't know!" She said giggling.

"Everyone was staring at us in there. We had to do something to provide them a little entertainment." She said.

"And, I like to kiss, so sue me!" She added laughing.

I did not know what else to say to her. I was so intimidated by her looks. I followed her to her car, a red sporty little Volvo convertible.

It occurred to me how surreal this was. This smoking hot girl was going to help me transform into a sissy!

We got inside her car and she started to drive.

"Ted was right. You have a beautiful face and a beautiful feminine figure." She said, trying to compliment me.

But, rather than accept her compliment, I felt very slighted by this. "I see. I am pretty like a little girl, but, you would never look at me as a man that you would fuck, right?" I was surprised by my own rudeness and regretted it instantly. She was only trying to be kind.

But, she did not take offense by my rudeness. Instead, she giggled and said. "I'm going to make you look so fucking hot, and maybe, I might fuck you! - But, be very careful what you wish for!"

She must have noticed the stunned expression on my face and she laughed some more.

She explained, "I'm a lesbian. I fuck hot girls, and, I have fucked a little sissy here and there. But, Bernice always DOES THE FUCKING!"

"You won't be able to walk straight for a week after I fuck you!" She laughed demonically. She winked at me and reached with her hand to feel my knee, like a guy would do to a girl. I blushed. She was having her fun at my expense.

We got into a more serious conversation about ourselves. I told her I was in college studying political science.

She told me she had studied psychology in college and went on to graduate school. Now, she worked closely with Ted in marketing and publicity.

She also told me that during her graduate studies in psychology, she paid her tuition and living expenses by working as a professional dominatrix. She explained to me that being a dominatrix did not involve sex with her clients, but, if she wanted to fuck one of them, she made exceptions.

"Providing dominatrix services is the best type of psychotherapy there is." She said. "My job was to discover the repressed taboo fantasies of my submissive clients, and then, I would force them to do the sexual activity they repressed. Forcing them to do it gives them plausible deniability. I was like the devil, they blamed me for forcing them to do what they've always wanted to do really bad."

She continued, "For example, let's say you wanted to suck Ted's cock. Maybe, you cannot admit that to yourself, and maybe, you will never have the courage on your own to go up to him and beg him to stick his meat in your mouth. But, if I get involved, I will command you to get on your knees, unzip his pants, whip out his dick and suck his cock like a baby suckling on his mom's tit for milk. Then, you can blame me for forcing you to suck Ted's cock and deny how badly you wanted it."

I was upset that she had used this example. I snapped at her, "That is a really bad example. I do not want to suck Ted's cock!"

"You don't?" She asked. "Every other sissy I know does." She said giggling.

I told her, "First off the bat, you need to know that I am not gay!" She looked at me, and said, "Of course you are not gay! You are you, which is the journey of discovering and becoming you. This cannot be reduced to a single word."

The next couple of hours were very bizzare.

She took me to an upscale wig shop. She tried many wigs for me to see how they looked. My favorite was a short black wig with straight hair and bangs.

When no one was looking, I tried it on and she said it was perfect on me.

She also picked out two long curly hair wigs, one in black and one in my natural dark brown color.

Then, we went to a spa where all my bodily hair was removed. It was an excruciating process, but, Bernice made it more bearable by exposing her tits to me in times of pain to give me a lot of encouragement.

I felt very strange putting my clothes back on without my body hair.

Bernice kissed me on the lips and said with a wink, "You are already looking so feminine and sexy." I was really enjoying my time with her.

The next thing we had to do was buy women's clothes. I told her that my girlfriend had a few Bebe dresses and I loved how sexy they looked. I wanted a short and tight cocktail dress for the party.
Bernice said she knew just the place and took me to a boutique store downtown.

She picked out a lovely sequin tube dress that was tight-fitting and short, but not too short. It showed lots of leg, but, stopping short of being slutty. It also had small cutouts on the sides. "You'll look so hot in this!" Bernice whispered in my ear.

Then, she went to pick out stilletos and stockings.

Bernice was my cover. She would pretend to be picking out all these clothes for her. Then, I would try them on in the fitting room.

She pulled me towards the fitting room and told the clerk that she was going to try somethings on, but, she wanted me in the fitting room with her to tell her if I liked it.

The clerk's name was Clara. She was a cute petite Latin woman with long bond hair in her 30s. She said she was not supposed to let couples go into a fitting room together, but, she said she would make an exception for us, so long as we promised to behave.

I was embarrassed about changing in front of Bernice, but, she started pulling my clothes off like it was no big deal. I was completely naked, with my hands covering my dick, and Bernice helped me put panties on and the dress.

Then, she helped me with the black sheer pantyhose and with the stilleto shoes. Her help dressing up was very sensual. I gained about five inches with the stillettos and I was almost the same height as her.

Bernice pulled out the short black wig and put it on me. She adjusted it, until she was satisfied with it.

"You look so pretty, even without any make up on." She said and squeezed my ass.

The one benefit of having a small dick is that erections are not so conspicuous. However, in a tight fitting dress with thin fabric, even small dick erection are conspicuous.

Bernice noticed it and giggled.

"Its so small and cute!" She cooed. I turned red with embarrassment.

"Play with it, sissy." She whispered in my ear.

I ignored this request, thinking she could not possibly be serious.

"Seriously, you fucking little sissy, let me see you play with your tiny pecker!" She commanded in harsh new tone.

"You are joking right? I am not doing that!" I protested.

Like a switch, the sweet giggling Bernice transformed into a dark and moody bitch that you do not want to fuck with.

In a menacing voice she spoke in my ear, "Do as I say or I'm leaving you here with nothing but the sissy clothes you have on. Good luck getting home like that."

I looked at her. Was she kidding?

She must have read my mind. "Not kidding." She said. "You haven't seen my dark side. But, trust me. You're better off doing exactly what I tell you to do right now!" She threatened.

"Bernice, no! What the fuck! We need to get out of this fitting room or we will get in trouble!" I said.

She grabbed the clothes I had taken off and was about to leave with them.

I grabbed her arm. "Okay! Fine!" I said.

"Get on your knees, sissy, and play with your little peepee." She commanded.

I lifted my dress, got on my knees, and started playing with myself. This was humiliating, but, I had to get through it. I closed my eyes to concentrate and be done with it quickly. It was actually easier than I thought. I just had to think about Bernice.

Then, getting right in front of me, she put her right index finger on my lips. She said, "Give my finger a blowjob."

"No!" I said defiantly.

Bernice grabbed my regular clothes, and again, threatened to leave with them.

"Okay, okay, okay!" I said.

I started to suck her finger. I was shy at first, but, she encourage me saying things like, "Oh, that is good, baby! Yeah, tease the head! Fuck that finger with your mouth!"

She thrust her finger in and out of my mouth while grabbing and pulling on my hair. As weird as this shit was, I was getting very aroused very quickly.

She whispered, "You love sucking cock, don't you, little sissy!" and that pushed me over the edge. I started to cum.

"Do not a drop on the floor! Collect all of it in your hands or I will make you lick it off that disgusting floor!" She said.

I managed to catch all of it in my hands.

I was still on my knees and I told her, "I need napkins, please. Can you bring me some?"

She gave me an evil grin. "Napkins? No, no, no! You are going to eat your own cum and lick your hands clean!" she said.

"That is fucking gross! I'm not doing that!" I said.

Suddenly, we heard Clara. "Are you guys almost done in there?" She asked us. "Almost." answered Bernice.

Bernice whispered in my ear, "How would you like to get caught in this fitting room in that pretty dress, pantyhose and stilletos, and holding your cum in your hands? They will call the cops on you, sissy!"

"You wouldn't!" I said as I started to get on my feet.

Bernice pushed me back down on my knees and said, "Are you prepared to make that bet? That would be a very serious gamble on your part!"

"I can't do it!" I said sheepishly, hoping she would have some mercy.

"Okay, I am going to help you." She said, sounding like a teacher that is helping a student with a math problem.

"I am going to teach you a visualization trick to help with your task. First, close your eyes." She said.

I closed my eyes.

"I know you have fantasized about sucking Ted's big fat cock. First, you need to admit it! So, go ahead and admit it, right now." She commanded in my ear.

I wanted to end this ordeal, so I reluctantly admitted it. "Okay, fine, a may have fantasized about it once or twice." I said.

"See now? Isn't it good to finally admit it?" She said.

Then she added, "You know, you have no reason to feel ashamed about it. Hell, every sissy wants to suck Ted's dick. Most of them already have."

She added, "But, you don't want to be an average-rate cocksucker. That will disappoint him and he will lose interest in you. You want to be a superb class A cocksucker!" She said.

"I can train you." She said.

Bernice grabbed my cum-filled hand and pushed them into my face. I had my own cum all over my face.

"Keep your eyes closed." She said.

"Now, visualize this." She said in a hypnotic voice.

"You have just given Ted a world class blowjob. He is very pleased with you and he has shot his load all over your face and lips and it has also spilled on your hands." She said.

"Show Ted how much you worship his cum. Lick your lips. Lick your hands. Savour Ted's cum!" She encouraged me.

As if in a hypnotic trance, I licked all the cum off lips and my hands. I kept licking even after there was no cum left to lick off.

It was a weird taste, but, not so bad - a little different than the cum I tasted in Carol's mouth. I guess each cum has its own distinctive flavor.

Bernice kissed me on the lips when I was done. "You passed your first test." She said and pulled me up on my feet.

I was about to remove my girl clothes to put my boy clothes back on, but, Bernice opened the door to the fitting room and gave me a hard push out!

"No!" I screamed! Bernice closed the door behind me and locked it!

"Why Bernice? I did everything you asked me to do!" I yelled at her.

"Please open the door! Someone is going to see me like this!" I actually started to cry in desperation.

Clara walked over and saw me crossdressed! I was mortified and covered my face with my hands.

"Bernice is such a bitch!" she said laughing. Apparently, they were friends and decided to play a prank on me.

"It's okay, honey." She said patting my shoulder. "We cater to crossdressers and transgender girls. This is a safe place and a no-judgment zone."

Clara hugged me and I hugged her back. I was so relieved by her words.

Bernice came out the fitting room laughing hysterically. I looked at her with hate. "You fucking bitch!" I cursed at her.

She was unfazed. "You have to get used to my dark sadistic side." She said.

Then, she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a door at the back of the store. Clara grabbed my other hand and the three of us walked together. I was still wearing stillettos and they helped me walk without tripping over.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked them.

"There is a make-up room on the back of the store. Clara is the best make-up artist in town." Bernice said.

For the next hour and a half, Clara and Bernice worked on my face. I sat on a high chair in a room full of make-up. There was make-up everywhere.

I had seen my girlfriend put on eye liner and lipstick, but, I did not know there was so much make-up products that a girl could use on her face.

They layered my face with stuff and then added more color on top.

They experimented on me like scientists or artists, trying on different shades of different things. When they discovered the perfect tones for my skin, they wrote it down on a piece of paper for me to keep for future reference.

The nice sweet giggling Bernice was back and Clara was also nice and sweet lady. It was a fun experience to have them both do my make-up. I felt like one of the girls.

They also did the nails on my hands and feet!

I have to say that this experience was delightful! I almost did not want it to end.

"Wow!" - they both said in unison, admiring their own work. I wanted to see for myself, but, they kept me facing away from the mirror.

Clara went to fetch something and brought back a pretty box of costume jewelry. They put a lot of glittery and pretty costume jewelry on me, including, rings, pearl necklace, clip-on earrings, and even toe rings and an ankle bracelet.

"Almost done. Only a couple of more things." Clara said looking at Bernice. Bernice looked back knowing exactly what those thing were.

"Small and perky." Bernice said.

Clara left the make-up room and came back a minute later with breast forms.

The girls taught me how to put them on and, suddenly, I had small and perky breasts.

"And, what is the other thing?" I asked. They looked at each other and giggled.

Bernice pulled out something from her pocket. It looked like an itsy bitsy little steel cage and I looked to see if there was some tiny little creature inside. But, it was empty.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Pull your dress up and your panties down." Bernice told me.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, puzzled.

"It's a cock cage. You don't want your little peepee getting excited spoiling your feminine impersonation." She said.

Bernice was not shy at all about grabbing my dick to put it in the cock cage. The cock cage had a lock. Bernice locked it and put the little key back in her pocket.

"Give me the key!" I said.

"Trust me, it's better I keep it in a safe place. If you take this key and lose it while you are dancing tonight, you will need a locksmith to free your peepee." She said.

I was not sure I could trust Bernice, but, I looked at Clara and she seemed to agree.

I put my panties back on and fixed my dress.

With their work complete. They both stared at me beaming.

"What?" I asked. "Can I see now?"

They splashed some perfume at me and turned my seat around so I could see my reflection in the mirror, and I almost fell off my chair.

I stared at myself stunned. All three of us stared at me with amazement. I stood up and admired myself from every different angle.

I was finally able to say a word. "I am beautiful!" I said.

"Yes, you are a princess. You need a princess' name." Said Clara. "How about Diana or Victoria?" She asked.

"Oh, don't say things like that to her." Snapped Bernice.

"You want it going to her head, so she thinks she's some beauty queen?" Bernice asked.

"Vicky, that'll be her name. Vicky is not princess, she is my bitch and my slave!" Bernice said.

"She'll be mine to abuse and train, until it is time to pass her off to Ted." She added.

Then, Clara said to Bernice, "Ted is going to have such a major hard-on when he sees her. Vicky is going to be a big hit at the party!"

Bernice nodded.

"You think Ted can keep his hands off her for now?" Clara asked.

"It'll be hard with this one, but, he better. He has already made that mistake once. I'm not going to let it happen again. I will train her to know what to do and prepare her for all the challenges." Bernice said.

"You cannot throw these newbies to the lions without some training. Ted can get pretty rough." Bernice explained.

I kept starring at my own reflection and ignored their crazy talk. I was sure they were talking a lot of shit just to fuck with my mind.

I was so giddy and excited by my transformation! I was stunning! Even Carol would look plain and ordinary standing next to me right now.

Bernice called Ted to tell him I was ready. He was already on his way to pick me up for the party.

"You'll have trouble keeping your cock in your pants. But, you be a gentleman tonight!" I heard Bernice say to Ted on the phone.

"Don't you fucking touch her tonight, even if she begs for it. You have to let me train her, first." Bernice said emphatically.

She hung up the phone and announced, "He will be here in ten minutes!"

The next ten minutes seemed like an eternity. The girls gave me instructions on how to sit, stand, walk, smile, talk like a girl, flirt, etc.

The only thing they did not have to teach me was how to be a nervous wreck.

Bernice got a text from Ted telling her that he had arrived and was outside waiting in his limo.

Suddenly, I felt light-headed and dizzy. I thought my knees would buckle.

I told the girls, "I changed my mind! I cannot do this! My head is spinning!"

They giggled and each of them grabbed my hands and led me to the door.

My heart was pounding so fast, I thought I would drop dead any second.

We opened the door and there he was.

Ted looked at Bernice and Clara, still holding me. Then he looked straight at me - his eyes scanned me up and down.

His mouth formed the biggest grin I have ever seen. He was delighted by what he saw.

I noticed, for the first time, how handsome he is. He is very tall, dark and solidly muscular with the face of a black Adonis.

He looked very sharp and dapper in his black tuxedo.

I felt like a high school girl going on her first date, and not with just anybody, but with with the hottest guy in school!

I walked slowly towards him, trying to be graceful.

He walked towards me and we met half way. He took both of my hands while facing me.

With my heels on, I was a lot closer to his face, though he was still at least a foot taller. We gazed into each other's eyes for a minute. He smelled of fine gentleman's cologne, and, he had taken some breath mints, because his breath smelled nice and minty.

"My name is Vicky." I told him.

With a wide smile, he asked me, "Vicky, how do you feel?"

"Nervous!" I said nervously.

"But, I like how I look!" I had to admit. "Thank you for paying for it." I told him.

"I knew you would look amazing, but, you have surpassed my greatest expectations!" He said.

I blushed and looked away.

"You look very nice, too." I said sheepishly to Ted.

He led me to his black stretch limo and gently guided me inside.

Before I got in, I looked back at the girls. They were still standing in the same spot and looking proudly at me. I waved them good bye and mouthed the word "Thank you!"

They waved me back smiling.

Ted got in and the limo, and we took off.

Ted reach over to hold my hand and we gazed at each other, and nervously laughed. His dark brown eyes looked down at me with attraction and desire. I felt incredible! No one has ever looked at me with such intensity!

At that moment, one thing became crystal clear to me. I was completely under his spell. He could get me to do anything he wanted.

I closed me eyes, because I was suddenly very scared.

I felt his hands touch my face and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his breath on me as our heads came closer together.

I kept my eyes closed knowing that our lips were about to meet.

When our lips made gentle contact, my mouth yielded to him in a quick and quiet surrender.

His tongue met no resistance in its invasion and penetration of my mouth.
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