Her Touch, My Transformation

This transformation story was inspired by a certain amount of truth--so no calling it far-fetched! ????

I loved writing this one, even though I suspect it's going to be another long one (one day, I'll master the art of short stories!). But I think it's worth it. Amidst the naughtiness, there's a lot of kindness and care between the protagonists as our heroine embarks on her journey of transformation.

It's set in the UK, in some unnamed town--because mystery is part of the fun. Hope you enjoy!

Slight spoilers ahead, but if you want to know what you are getting into:

There's a touch of submission, degradation (words), sissy and incest play (not actual).

I think I've been pretty mild compared to some, but you are warned if you don't like that kind of thing. But rest assured, everyone is more than willing and has a good time in this tale and all ends well. And, of course, all characters are over 18-- and this is pure fantasy.

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I wiped my palms on my jeans before shoving them into my pockets. No good--I could still feel the dampness clinging to my fingers. A deep breath didn't help much either. The air had that stale, wet smell that always hung about in these side streets, a mix of old brick, rain-dampened cigarette butts, and a faint whiff of something fried from a takeaway a few doors down that was doing it's best to turn over my stomach.

The address was right. I double-checked my phone just to be sure. A narrow door, painted dark green, nestled between a closed hair salon and a shop that sold e-cigarettes. It didn't look like much, but that was the point, wasn't it? Just another anonymous door in a town where no one paid much attention.

There was a small panel of buzzers to the side, each one labelled in smudged biro or peeling tape. I scanned them, heart thudding as I found the number I was looking for. Flat 2C. Just a press of a button. That's all I had to do.

For a second, I hesitated, flexing my fingers as if working up the nerve to type out a difficult text. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I reached out and pressed the buzzer.

A faint crackle of static. Silence. Then a voice, low and smooth but with a hint of curiosity.

"Hello?"

I swallowed. My throat felt tight, like I'd forgotten how to speak.

"Uh... hi. It's--" I stopped. Should I say my name? I had given one when I booked, but was it better to stay anonymous? Would she even remember?

The voice on the intercom gave a small, knowing hum.

"I'll buzz you in."

A sharp click, and the door unlocked with a mechanical clunk. No turning back now.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, the air instantly warmer, carrying a faint perfume that made my pulse jump. A narrow staircase stretched upwards, the walls scuffed and Mikeed with years of people passing through. The carpet underfoot was threadbare, but my shoes still felt too loud against it.

I took the stairs slowly, heart hammering against my ribs. Each step felt like a countdown. Was I really doing this? My mouth was dry, my palms still damp despite the warmth in the building. I could hear the faint murmur of a television through one of the doors on the first landing. Someone laughing, oblivious to the nervous wreck creeping up the stairs.

Halfway up, I hesitated, gripping the wooden handrail. I could still turn back. I could leave, act like I'd never even come here. But my feet wouldn't move in that direction. I exhaled and pressed on, legs unsteady but determined.

As I reached the top, I found the door. 2C.

I stood there for a moment, forcing myself to breathe.

Across from me, an old mirror hung on the wall, its surface speckled with age. Maybe it was meant for checking your reflection before stepping out into the world, making sure you looked presentable. I wasn't sure why I bothered. Still, I glanced at myself.

I wasn't particularly tall or muscular--quite the opposite. I was thin, narrow-shouldered, with pale skin that never seemed to tan no matter how much sun I got. My brown hair was a lifeless, lank mess, too long to look neat but too short to serve any real purpose. It fell over my forehead, half-hiding my eyes, which always seemed a little too wide, too dark, giving me a permanent look of quiet wariness.

People thought I was odd. A loner. The quiet one in the background, moody-looking, always keeping to myself. Peculiar. They assumed I was detached, but the truth was, I was just unsure. Shyness had wrapped itself around me like armor, and I'd never figured out how to take it off.

Affection had been a stranger to me growing up. No warm embraces, no gentle reassurances. I had learned to give myself what little comfort I could--scraps of softness stolen in secret, moments that I clung to, even if I never spoke them aloud.

Could I really go through with this? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. If people already found me strange, if they already whispered and avoided my gaze, what would they say if they knew the truth? If they knew what I fantasized about in the quiet hours of the night.

Somewhere I found the courage. I'd gone this far.

Then, raising my hand, I knocked.

The door opened almost immediately, as if she had been waiting just on the other side. For a second I wondered if she saw me standing there unsure what I should do.

She was just as gorgeous as the pictures I'd seen on the website--if not more so in person. Up close.

She was taller than me--just under six foot, I reckoned--her posture relaxed, effortless. She carried herself with a natural ease, the kind that came from knowing she didn't have to try too hard. Her hair, a striking shade of bright blonde, framed her face in soft waves that caught the light, stopping just at her shoulders. It wasn't the artificial platinum blonde I often saw on younger women--it had the soft, sun-kissed depth of someone who had always been fair, not a shade pulled from a bottle.

She wore a red silk robe, its tie knotted loosely at her waist, slipping open just enough to reveal the smooth line of her hip and the tops of black stockings. A pair of black heels completed the look, adding to her height and making me feel even smaller in her doorway. She looked like the kind of woman I might have glimpsed in my friends' mothers--elegant, self-assured--but never in an outfit like this, never in a way that fed into the secret fantasies I barely admitted to myself.

Her makeup was deliberate but not heavy. A perfect red lipstick, the same shade as her robe, painted her full lips. A dusting of blush warmed her cheekbones, and subtle eyeshadow deepened the blue of her gaze. She looked... expensive. Sexy, yes, but more than that--assured, completely at ease with herself..

But under the makeup, there was a natural beauty, an easy refinement that made it clear she didn't need the red lipstick or the dusting of blush to turn heads. Up close, I noticed the slight creases at the corners of her eyes and mouth, faint traces of laughter, experience. She'd been upfront about her age, about being mature, and now I could see it. But I liked it. I had chosen her specifically--I wanted an older woman. Someone who knew what she was doing. Someone who could take care of me and understand my needs. Today, of all days.

I swallowed hard. My nerves were jangling, my pulse hammering in my ears. She was stunning, and that made it worse somehow. I had no idea what to do with my hands, my feet, my breath.

"Erm are you Suzi?" The question was as stupid as it was unnecessary. Of course she was. I'd looked at her photos a thousand times.

Then she smiled.

Not just a polite smile, not a smirk. A real smile. Warm, knowing. There was something almost reassuring in it, a softness in the way she looked at me. The faintest hint of something motherly, though I wasn't sure why I thought that. Maybe it was just the way her voice wrapped around me as she spoke.

"Come in, love," she said, stepping aside with an easy grace. "No need to be shy."

Her voice was gentle, coaxing. It settled me just enough to move my feet forward, past the threshold, into her space.

The door clicked shut behind me.

She led the way, her movements slow, deliberate. The red silk robe clung to her statuesque body as she walked, the hem lifting just enough to show more of her thighs above the dark band of her stockings. I followed, eyes drawn helplessly to the long, shapely lines of her legs, the click of her heels on the wooden floor steady and measured. I followed like a marionette, hypnotised by the sway of her wide womanly hips as the silk slide against her peach.

The apartment was nicer than I expected. From the outside, it had looked like the kind of place that might smell of damp or cheap air freshener, but inside, it was warm, intimate. The soft glow of lamps bathed the space in golden light. A plush sofa, a thick rug, a faint trace of perfume in the air that wasn't overpowering, just enough to make my head swim slightly.

"Can I get you a drink lovely?" she asked, turning her head slightly to look at me over her shoulder.

"Uh--yeah. Just water, please."

She nodded and took my coat with an easy, practiced motion, draping it over a chair before gliding to a small kitchenette. As she moved, I let myself admire her again--her curves, the way the silk caught the light with each step, becoming see-through, letting me have a glimpse of what lay underneath.

She poured a glass of water and returned, handing it to me with a small smile. Her fingers, delicate but firm, brushed mine for the briefest moment. Then, instead of settling into a chair opposite, she sank onto the sofa beside me.

As she lowered herself onto the plush sofa, the silk of her robe shifted, parting just enough to reveal the soft curve of her thighs, framed perfectly by the lace tops of her stockings and the hint of blank satin panties underneath. The contrast of pale smooth skin against dark fabric made my breath hitch. With a slow, deliberate motion, she crossed one leg over the other, and I caught the faint, whispering rasp of nylon sliding against nylon--a sound both delicate and deeply sensual. The movement caused my eyes to wander further down her leg, down to her toned, shapely calves. My gaze followed the elegant line as it tapered down to her slender ankles, then to the gleaming black heels that gave her an air of effortless dominance. The way she moved, the way she carried herself--it was intoxicating.

She was now close to me. Too close. My breath caught as her nylon clad thigh pressed lightly against mine, her knee just brushing my own. The warmth of her body, the scent of her perfume--it was all too much.

It was then that I realised what made seeing her in the flesh so different. Her blue eyes were alive--vivid, expressive, catching the light in a way that no photo could capture. They sparkled with something warm, something knowing. Kindness, certainly. But also a hint of mischief, as if she could see right through me, past the nerves and uncertainty, straight to the part of me that had been aching for this moment.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling small under her gaze. She hadn't even touched me yet, and already, I was hers.

Suzi tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering across her face. "You've gone all quiet on me, handsome."

I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. She let the moment stretch, savouring my hesitation, before finally breaking the silence with a gentle but pointed reminder.

"Before we get too carried away... you haven't forgotten about my fee, have you lovely?"

My stomach twisted. The money.

Of course.

I had been so caught up in the moment, in her presence, that the reality of the arrangement had momentarily slipped my mind. I fumbled into my pocket, pulling out the neatly folded notes I had counted and recounted before leaving. One hundred and fifty pounds. A small fortune to me, an amount that I couldn't part with lightly.

But this wasn't just money. This was something else entirely. It was permission. It was possibility. It was the price of stepping over the threshold into a world I had only ever dreamed about.

I handed it to her with slightly trembling fingers.

Suzi took the cash, smoothing it between her fingers before tucking it somewhere inside the folds of her robe. Then she smiled--pleased, but not just by the money. By me.

"Good boy," she murmured, and with those two words, something in me melted. "Now we can relax and have some fun."

"So," she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her lips curving. "What would you like lovely?"

My throat closed. I knew what I wanted. It was why I had picked her, out of all the options I had scrolled through, all the profiles I had hesitated over. But now, with her this close, looking at me with that knowing, expectant gaze, I couldn't get the words out.

Heat crept up my neck. My fingers tightened around the glass. What if she laughed? What if she thought it was ridiculous?

She must have seen the hesitation in my face because she didn't press. Instead, she reached out, her fingers grazing the outside of my thigh, a slow, deliberate touch.

"What's your name handsome?" she asked, her voice softer now, almost coaxing.

I hesitated. I had planned to give a fake one, something neutral, safe. But in my flustered state, the truth slipped out before I could stop it.

"Alex."

She sighed, a quiet, pleased sound, as if she liked that I had given her something real. "Nice to meet you, Alex."

As I took another sip of water, she let her hand drift down my leg, the pressure light but firm. My whole body tensed, frozen under her touch. Her gaze held mine, searching, reading me with unnerving ease.

"This your first time?" she asked.

I nodded, barely able to move.

She smiled, and there it was again--that warmth, that reassurance. "That's alright," she murmured. "We can take things slow. No pressure, love."

She stood, taking my hand in hers, guiding me to the bedroom. The light in here was softer, golden, the music a low hum in the background. The bed, covered in black satin, gleamed invitingly.

Awkwardly I stripped to my underwear, my heart hammering.

As I turned, she stood before me, her expression warm, knowing. The soft glow of the lamp caught the glint in her eye, the curve of her lips as she held my gaze. And then, without a word, she let the silk robe slip from her shoulders. It slid down her arms in a slow, deliberate motion, pooling at her feet like liquid crimson.

Beneath, she was exquisite.

Black lace clung to her body, delicate yet purposeful, crafted to highlight every curve. The bra was intricate, sheer in places, offering glimpses of skin beneath swirling floral patterns. The cups lifted her, shaping her full breasts in a way that was both elegant and provocative. A sliver of silk formed the band around her ribs, its sheen catching the light as she moved.

Lower, a lace suspender belt sat snug around her wide womanly waist, the scalloped edges resting against the gentle dip of her stomach. She was well shaped, yes, but there was a softness too, a naturalness that made her all the more alluring. This was a natural body, not one shaped by hours of gym work. The subtle signs of her age--the faint lines at her waist, the hint of fullness at her hips--only deepened her appeal. She wasn't a twenty-year-old with a sculpted, artificial perfection. She was real. And, to my surprise, I preferred her that way.

The suspenders traced down the curve of her thighs, fastening to those sheer black stockings that stretched over long, sensuous legs. The lace tops pressed just slightly into her skin, highlighting the shape of her thighs, the smooth expanse beneath them. Her patent leather heels, still on, kept her poised, elongating her stance, making her seem almost statuesque.

My mouth had gone completely dry. It was a lot more than I was expecting.

She tilted her head slightly, as if waiting for me to say something, to react. But I couldn't. I could barely breathe.

"Like what you see?" she murmured, her voice carrying the faintest amusement.

I swallowed hard, nodding before I could trust myself to speak.

Suzi smiled--that same warm, reassuring smile from earlier. But now, standing there in lace and silk, it carried something else. A promise.

She reached around her back and unclipped her bra, letting it slowly fall down her arms, revealing her full perfect breasts. They were soft and pink. Not too big, but nether were they small. The nipples were large, protruding a good half an inch out from her soft milky white skin, begging to be sucked and licked.

Suzi knelt before me, licking her lips as she did so, before reaching up with her fingers and pulling the band of my underwear wide and sliding them down to my feet. My cock protruded from my waist. It wasn't big, well my only reference was porn, and in comparison it was tiny. But it was erected and had already leaked a bit of pre cum.

"Hmmm. What a delicious and delicate little penis you have there Alex."

I should have been upset with her calling it a 'delicate little penis,' but there was something about the way she said it. It said was with her natural warmth, but there was something else. Something, well, almost motherly, that gave me a little thrill.

She leaned in closer, I could feel her warm breath on the soft skin of my penis, her mouth only a small distance from my most sensitive and private part of my body.

I shivered, I'd never had someone see me naked since I was a child. Certainly not anyone who wasn't family. And to have this stunning older woman so close to my hard cock was quite intense. I felt extraordinarily aroused, but also so very vulnerable.

If she felt I was small, her face didn't betray any disappointment. In fact she looked hungry for my cock, her eyes focused on it, taking in every vein and fold as if it was a precious piece of jewellery. Then her gaze moved up to me, our eyes locked as she slowly opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Gently, she licked the top, taking in my pre-cum. A long string of the sticky liquid extended from the tip of my penis to her tongue as it rolled up into her mouth.

"Hmmm, you taste so nice Alex. So sweet."

Before I could say anything she opened her red lips into an 'O' shape and wrapped them around my penis. Her eyes didn't move from mine as she did so. I could see a faint smile as she took me into my mouth. She kept going, slowly, taking in every millimetre of my shaft as she did so.

The sensation was like nothing I'd felt before as her mouth enveloped more and more of my penis. Warm and wet. Soft, yet tight. She kept going until her nose touched my pubic hair.

Slowly she pulled back, as I watched her cheeks sucked in and she gave a slurping sound, her lips locked tight around my shaft. I felt the pressure in my penis, it was almost like she was pulling the blood up the my head. I could see my shaft glistening with the silver trail of her saliva, her ruby red lips tight around my red mushroom head. Lipstick on my foreskin.

She slid her mouth down again, before repeating the same trick, sliding her mouth up again, her lips locked tight until she reached my head, her tongue teasing around the tip.

"Hummm" she slurped as she slid down once more.

I could feel my breath faster and my heart beating. My balls were tight, tingling as I felt something strong building within my loins.

Her hands moved to her breasts, massaging them, squeezing them hard before her red nails tweaker her large nipples. All the while her eyes were focussed on mine, her mouth still locked tight around my penis.

"Gunnn-unnuhhhhh!"

I fought to hold on, to savor every second, but the sight of Suzi kneeling before me--her perfect curves framed by lace and silk, her lips parted, eyes locked onto mine with knowing amusement--sent a dizzying rush of pleasure through me. My fingers dug into the bed, my breath shuddering as my body betrayed me, the overwhelming heat and the sheer, impossible reality of the moment tipping me over the edge before I could even think to stop it.

All of a sudden it was too much, the orgasm that had been boiling inside wouldn't wait any longer. My hips bucked as I exploded inside of her mouth, my cock spurting wave after wave of cum, causing her eyes to widen as I filled her mouth and my body jerked. I looked down and saw some of my milky white seed dribbling out of her lips and down her chin.

I wanted to hide.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands clenched against my thighs, shame coiling tight in my chest. "It was just... all too much."

She looked up at me, pausing as she swallowed without a thought. Her blue eyes studied me, unreadable for a moment, then softened. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips--not mocking, not pitying, just... understanding.

She rose to her feet, the satin, lace and nylon shifting effortlessly with her movements. Her hands smoothing down her black stockings. With a graceful ease, she lowered herself onto the bed to sit beside me.

Her warmth was immediate, the faint scent of her perfume wrapping around me as she draped an arm over my shoulders. The weight of it--soft yet steady--was unexpectedly comforting.

Then, she giggled, the sound light and unbothered, easing the tightness in my chest just a little.

"It's okay, dear," she murmured, her fingers tracing absent-mindedly along my arm. "It happens to a lot of people on their first time."

There was no judgment in her voice, no impatience--just that same quiet reassurance she had shown since the moment I stepped through her door. Kindness. She gave me the smallest squeeze, as if to say: It's really, truly fine.

It helped, but only a little. The warmth of her embrace steadied me, but the gnawing ache in my chest remained. The high of arousal had drained away completely, leaving nothing but the raw sting of shame and humiliation in its wake. My skin prickled with the aftershocks of it, a shiver running down my spine as the weight of my failure settled over me.

And then, as if my own mind wanted to twist the knife, I remembered why I had really come here. My real purpose. The thought struck like a blade, sharp and merciless. That was what I had wanted--what I had nearly asked for--but now it just sat, unspoken, burning at the edges of my consciousness.

She shifted slightly beside me, her fingers still trailing lightly over my arm. Then, with an easy, matter-of-fact tone, she spoke.

"Look, love, if you can get hard in the time we have, perhaps we can try again?"

I nodded, though the movement felt hollow. I was sure I could--physically, at least--but the idea of going through it again felt distant, almost impossible.

And then she did something unexpected.

She pulled me in, not with teasing or seduction, but with a quiet, instinctive tenderness. She held me close, cradling me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My head tipped forward, and before I could think to resist, I found myself resting against her chest.

Her skin was warm, impossibly soft, carrying the faintest trace of her perfume--something delicate, powdery, with a hint of vanilla. Her arm came up around me, her fingers threading gently through my long brown hair in slow, soothing strokes.

"Ohh, don't look so worried, dear," she murmured, her voice low and reassuring. "Just close your eyes and hold onto me for a moment."

It felt so strange--this woman, who I had only known in the context of desire, now holding me like this. Not as an object of lust, not as a fantasy, but as something far simpler and more human.

But it was exactly what I needed.

I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders melting just enough for me to truly lean into her. My arm slid around her waist, my fingers gripping the silk of her lingerie, anchoring myself to her warmth. She didn't rush me, didn't press for anything more. Just let me exist in this moment, safe, steady.

Then, after a pause, she spoke again, her voice softer now.

"Now... was there something else you wanted?" She tilted her head slightly, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. "I felt like you were trying to ask me for something earlier."

I stiffened slightly, but she just smiled, her tone still light, almost playful.

"You can ask," she continued, her tone kind and understanding. "Trust me, I'm pretty unshockable." Then, with a small smirk, she added, "And besides, I don't put anything on my profile that I don't personally enjoy."

Her words hung in the air between us. And for the first time since I walked through her door, I almost believed it was okay to tell her the truth.

"Errm, well... there was one thing..."

My throat tightened as the words faltered. I could feel the weight of them pressing against my ribs, thick and heavy, my mind scrambling for a way to say it without making a fool of myself.

"I... erm..."

I hesitated, my pulse drumming in my ears. The room felt smaller, the air warmer. Was I really about to say this out loud?

She tilted her head, watching me with that same patient kindness she had shown before. When she spoke, her voice was gentle, steady.

"It's okay, Alex. You can tell me." Her hand brushed lightly over my arm, a simple touch, grounding. "I won't tell you off or shame you. And if it's something I don't like, I'll just say so. No big deal."

I swallowed hard, took a breath, and forced the words out.

"I... I wanted to dress up."

The second the words were spoken, a rush of relief surged through me, so sharp it almost stole my breath. But it was chased by something else--something raw and electric. Fear. Shame. The sudden, lurching panic of realising I had actually said it out loud.

She blinked, then let out a soft laugh.

For a moment, my stomach dropped. Was she mocking me?

But then I saw her face--her expression hadn't changed. There was no hint of cruelty, no trace of ridicule. Just warmth.

"Oh, is that all?" she said, a playful lilt in her voice. "Oh, I love a bit of dress-up. One of my favourite things to do. Lots of girly fun." She gave a little excited wiggle. "We can definitely do that, Alex. Oooh I'd love to."

My breath hitched. I turned to look at her fully, searching for any sign of insincerity.

There was none. Just that same radiant, reassuring smile.

"Why don't you take a quick shower," she suggested, her tone light, easy, as if I had asked for something as simple as a cup of tea. "And while you do, I'll get all my dress-up clothes out. We'll have some giggles--just you and me, completely private. Just two girls together."

The fear drained from me, leaving behind something new, something buzzing and electric. A nervous energy, but not the kind that sent me spiralling into shame.

Excitement.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. My hands were still shaking slightly, but this time, it wasn't fear. For the first time in my life, I had said the words out loud. And she hadn't turned away.

When I stepped back into the room after my shower, my towel wrapped loosely around my waist, my breath caught at the sight before me.

Suzi had laid out an array of lingerie across the bed--delicate lace, soft satin, sheer mesh in shades of black, red, and ivory. Stockings, suspenders, panties, bras, basques. Every piece looked exquisite, luxurious. On the floor, a collection of heels and boots in various styles and colours stood waiting, polished under the soft glow of the lamp.

Suzi herself stood beside the bed, now wrapped once more in the red silk robe that draped over her curves, parting slightly to reveal the suspenders still clipped to her thigh-high stockings. She met my gaze with a knowing smile.

"You look quite small," she said, her tone light, almost teasing. "So I've left out a few things that I usually keep for my, well, larger clients." She winked. "But these ones should fit you just fine."

She gestured toward the shoes. "I wasn't sure about your size, but you look about the same as me. So... what do you fancy?"

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The choices overwhelmed me. I had fantasised about this moment for so long, yet now that I was here, I didn't know where to begin.

Suzi saw my hesitation and took charge. With a practiced grace, she picked up a black satin basque, its boning structured to sculpt the waist. She paired it with matching black panties adorned with a small red ribbon, along with a pair of sheer black stockings. Finally, she selected a simple pair of black leather heels--elegant, understated.

"Let's start with these," she said, handing them to me. "The heels aren't too high, so if you're not used to them, these will be a good place to start."

Before I could react, she stepped forward and tugged at my towel. It slipped away, leaving me naked and exposed, my skin prickling with both excitement and nerves.

"Hmm your body is quite slight, feminine already. Nice round little pert bottom too. I think you're going to look fab."

She moved effortlessly, fastening the basque around me, pulling the laces snug. The fabric hugged my torso, cinching my waist just enough to give shape to my frame. It was tight, but that was the point--it sculpted, moulded.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers brushing over the smooth satin stretched across my stomach. Suzi knelt before me, her delicate hands already rolling up a stocking into a ball, holding the opening end for me to insert my foot.

Her movements were swift, practiced. This was something she had done countless times before. She slipped the stocking over my toes, and as she began sliding it up my leg, a shiver ran through me.

The sensation of the silky nylon gliding over my skin was almost overwhelming. It was soft, teasing, deliciously cool against my thigh. The faintest whisper of the fabric as it was shaped and stretched over my fairly hairless leg. My breath hitched as she smoothed it into place, her hands pressing over the delicate fabric.

I exhaled, my fingers curling into the bedsheets. I had imagined this moment a thousand times. But nothing had prepared me for how it would actually feel.

My legs looked sensational in the dark smokey colour of the stockings.

I stood as she clipped in the suspenders from the basque before she did the same with my other leg. Finally she gave me the satin panties to slip on over the top.

"Always put the panties on after the suspenders. That way you can whip them off easily if you need to." She gave a slight giggle as she spoke.

The panties felt tight around my privates. My penis was starting to come back to life from all the wonderful sensations, but despite the small size of the panties, pulling up high on my thighs, the gusset fitted snugly around my cock and balls. Like a satin gloved hand holding them gently but firmly.

At the back I felt the thong slip between my soft cheeks. I pulled the waistband up higher, nearly up to my hips, delighting in feeling the pressure of the thong on my ass, the satin tight around my genitals.

Next I eased my feet into the heels, my stocking-clad toes making the softest whisper against the smooth leather insole. The sensation sent a delicious shiver up my spine. With a final push, my heel slipped in with a satisfying shunk.

The fit was perfect--almost like they were made for me.

I wiggled my toes slightly, adjusting to the unfamiliar yet thrilling confinement of the shoes. The added height subtly shifted my posture, altering the way my weight distributed over my legs. I felt... different. Not just in appearance, but in presence.

Suzi's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took me in.

"Well, dear," she purred, tilting her head, "give me a little girly twirl, won't you? Let's see how you look."

Heat bloomed in my chest as I hesitated for half a second, but the anticipation in her gaze pushed me forward.

I did as I was told, slowly turning, my arms instinctively crossing in front of me, hands grazing my forearms in a self-conscious yet strangely natural gesture. My steps were careful, but even in those few movements, my posture began to shift, my mannerisms subtly reshaping themselves. Shoulders back. Hips tilting just so.

Suzi let out a delighted hum.

"Ohhh, very pretty," she cooed, stepping closer, adjusting the straps of the basque with practiced ease. "But let's get you even prettier."

She gestured toward the vanity, where an array of makeup was already waiting--lipsticks, powders, eyeshadows, all shimmering under the light.

"Sit down in front of the mirror, sweetie," she said, her voice soothing yet commanding. "I'll get you all dolled up."

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. But there was something compelling in the way she ordered me around. As if it was unthinkable to disobey her.

I eased myself onto the plush stool in front of the vanity, my heart hammering in my chest. The mirror reflected a version of myself that was already beginning to change--dressed in black satin and lace, my legs clad in sheer stockings, my body subtly shaped by the tight embrace of the basque. But my face... that was still mine. Still him.

Suzi stood behind me, her warm hands resting lightly on my shoulders as she leaned in, her silk robe brushing against my back. Our eyes met in the mirror, hers filled with something playful, almost indulgent.

"Now, let's bring out your best features, sweetheart," she murmured, reaching for a pot of primer.

She worked with practiced ease, her fingers cool and gentle as they smoothed the product over my skin. "You've got such delicate features already--high cheekbones, soft lips... we just need to emphasise them."

I exhaled shakily, trying to let the tension melt away under her touch.

She picked up a foundation brush next, sweeping it over my skin in long, deliberate strokes. The warmth of the product blended seamlessly, evening out my complexion. Then came a dusting of powder, setting everything in place with a velvety finish.

Suzi stepped back slightly, tilting her head. "Hmm. Let's go for something sultry, I think. Dark, smouldering eyes against that soft pale skin of yours. That'll suit you."

She reached for an eyeshadow palette, her fingers selecting a deep plum shade. With delicate precision, she traced the pigment over my eyelids, blending it seamlessly into a smoky haze. I watched, transfixed, as my reflection began to shift, the soft definition making my eyes appear larger, more mysterious. A fine line of liquid eyeliner followed, its inky black precision giving me a feline allure. Suzi's hand was steady, confident, as she flicked the ends into a sharp, elegant wing.

"Now, mascara," she said, holding up the wand. "Blink for me."

I obeyed, and she carefully dragged the brush through my lashes, coating them in rich black. My gaze darkened, deepened.

"Lovely," she murmured approvingly. "You have such pretty eyes, you know."

I swallowed, unable to form words. The transformation was happening so quickly, and yet it felt entirely natural--like this was the face I had always been meant to see in the mirror.

Suzi moved on to my lips, uncapping a sleek tube of lipstick. "I think a deep red would be perfect," she mused, tilting my chin up. "Something bold, sensual."

She carefully painted the colour onto my lips, her touch slow and deliberate. The creamy formula felt luxurious, decadent. When she finished, she stepped back, admiring her work.

"There," she breathed. "Now that is a knockout."

I stared at myself, my breath catching. The person looking back at me wasn't a stranger, but they weren't entirely the boy I had known, either. My lips, my eyes, my cheekbones--it was all me, but softer, sultrier. More alive.

Suzi smiled, pleased with my reaction. She reached for a delicate pair of clip on earrings, fastening them to my ears, then placed a gentle hand under my chin.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" she asked softly.

I swallowed. The weight of everything--the excitement, the fear, the sheer rightness of it--pressed down on my chest.

"I feel..." My voice wavered. "Beautiful."

Suzi's smile widened. "Good," she said. "Because you are, my little princess."

"Now let's pick out something for you to wear."

She led me to the bed, where she proceeded to lay out a selection of dresses. Satin, lace, body-hugging styles and flowing skirts in soft pastels and deep jewel tones. My fingers hovered over a short, silky red dress, but then drifted to a black one with a delicate lace overlay.

"Oh, good choice," Suzi purred, picking it up. "This will look divine on you."

She helped me step into the dress, pulling it up and smoothing it over my body. The fabric clung in all the right places, the lace adding a touch of elegance. She zipped it up the back, then turned me toward the mirror.

I barely recognised myself.

My legs looked long and shapely in the heels, my waist cinched in by the dress, helped by the basque underneath. The makeup, the stockings, the lingerie beneath--it all came together in a perfect illusion.

Suzi grinned behind me, her hands on my shoulders. "Stunning, darling. Absolutely stunning."

I swallowed, my heart pounding. This was it. I was looking at the version of myself I had always imagined, but never dared to bring to life.

I wandered around the room, letting the feeling of the clothes, how they flowed, how sensuous they felt, wash over me. Admiring myself in the mirror.

"You know, you really do make a very pretty girl, Alex. With a little practice, no one would ever know. Your figure, your delicate features... I think you're much prettier as a girl than you ever were as a boy. And just look at that smile!"

She was right--I was beaming. I had dressed up before, slipping into my mother's clothes in secret. A couple of times, I had even sneaked into a friend's mother's lingerie drawer, stealing a piece to try on in the bathroom while my friend was distracted by a video game. But nothing like this. Nothing so complete.

"I hate to break it to you Cinderella, but we don't have much time left. Did you want to have another quick go," Suzi gestured towards the bed, "or do you want to stay dressed for a bit longer?"

I'd loved her blowjob. It had been over far too fast. And I also wanted to lose my virginity finally. To have sex with her. But I was enjoying being dressed too much to stop. As horny as I was, I wanted to stay a girl.

"Can I stay dressed a bit longer?"

Suzi's lips curled into a knowing smile, as if she had been expecting the question.

"Of course, my sweet thing. Why don't I make us a nice cup of tea, and we can have a proper girly chat?"

The way she said it--so natural, so reassuring--made my chest tighten with an emotion. I nodded, following her as we moved back into her front room. The soft lighting and floral cushions only added to the sense of warmth that was beginning to settle over me, a feeling I hadn't even realised I was craving.

As she busied herself in the kitchen, I smoothed down the hem of my dress, running my hands over the fabric, feeling the bumps of my suspenders and the soft friction of the stockings, as if to reassure myself this was real--that I was really here, sitting like this, dressed like this, without shame or fear.

She returned with two steaming mugs and settled beside me, curling her legs under herself. "So," she said, her voice gentle but curious, "how long have you been dressing up?"

That simple question unlocked something inside me. Before I knew it, I was talking--really talking--pouring out pieces of myself I had never dared share before. She asked what I liked, what I didn't, what had drawn me to this in the first place. And she listened. Not just with patience, but with real interest, real warmth. She never once made me feel strange or ashamed.

It felt so easy, like I had known her for years. And maybe that was because, in some ways, I had been waiting for someone like her my whole life.

My own mother had always been distant, preoccupied with her high-flying career in the city. She was always traveling, always busy. I had been raised mostly by a nanny, and even when my mother was home, there was a kind of chill between us--a polite distance rather than a deep bond.

Dad was pretty absent too. Never bothering much with being a parent, not if it got in the way of cricket or golf.

I had never had this before. Someone warm and soft, caring and gentle. Someone who made me feel safe and allowed me to vulnerable.

Suzi must have sensed the emotion in my silence, because she reached over and gave my knee a little squeeze. "You're a sweet little one, aren't you?" she said with a chuckle. "Go on, tell me more."

And I did. Because for the first time, I wasn't afraid to.

But our time was nearly up. Suzi had run over slightly with me--closer to an hour and a half rather than the single hour I'd booked. She didn't seem to mind.

As I hurried out of the shower to get dressed into my normal clothes and clean off the makeup, she stepped into the bathroom, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Listen, Alex, I really enjoyed today. It was lovely having a real life dolly to dress up. If you ever just want to come over and get dressed, I can do you a deal. Mondays and Tuesdays are usually dead quiet for me, especially around this time. I can do half price for you--nothing sexual, of course. Just dressing up."

My heart leapt. I'd already been worrying about how I could afford to do this more often, and with my job, I could easily make the time work.

"Suzi, that would be wonderful. Can I see you next week?"

She smiled and stepped closer, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Of course you can, princess. I'll look forward to it."

I should have hated the way she called me princess--it was silly, childish, demeaning, the kind of thing that would normally make me cringe.

But I didn't hate it.

I loved it.

And I knew I'd be back.

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A regular thing

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I never meant for it to become a regular thing.

That first time with Suzi had felt like stepping through a door I could never close again. Each week, I told myself it was just a treat, a little indulgence, but before I knew it, Mondays with Suzi had become my sanctuary. An hour--sometimes longer--where I wasn't just playing dress-up. I was me, or at least the version of me I secretly longed to be. Alexa.

Suzi seemed to relish our little ritual. Each visit, she had something new laid out for me--an outfit she'd picked specially, a new shade of lipstick she thought would suit me. She handled me like a doll, fussing over my hair, adjusting my stockings, her voice full of playful affection.

"Oh, just look at you, my little cutie pie," she cooed one afternoon, fastening a pearl necklace around my neck. "You should've been born a girl, you know that?"

I blushed at the compliment, lowering my gaze to the delicate pink blouse she'd dressed me in, tucked neatly into a pleated white mini skirt. The kitten heels on my feet were barely noticeable now--I'd grown used to them.

Some days, she made me elegant: sleek pencil skirts, sheer black blouses, a touch of red lipstick that made me feel like a femme fatale. Other times, she went playful--sweet summer dresses, soft curls in my hair, ballet flats that made me feel almost innocent. And once, to my complete mortification, she dressed me in a frilly babydoll nightie with lace-trimmed panties, stepping back with an impish grin.

"Oh, darling," she giggled, hands on her hips. "You make such a pretty little sissy girl."

The word should have made me cringe. Instead, it sent a strange, thrilling shiver through me. I didn't understand why, but Suzi must have noticed something in my reaction, because her smile softened as she reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face.

"Don't overthink it, princess," she said gently. "Just enjoy yourself. Enjoy being pretty."

I did. More than I could ever admit. I loved how I could be girly and submissive with her. Indulge in a side of myself I'd kept locked away.

Between makeup tutorials and outfit changes, I got to know Suzi better. She wasn't what I expected--not some lonely, broken woman turning to escorting out of desperation, but warm, confident, completely in control of her life. She told me about her husband, about how they'd been together for years and how he supported her work. Helping her with the flat, scheduling and all the day to day stuff.

They'd been married since she was a teenager. Her husband Mike was the only man she'd ever slept with for the longest time. But when they both hit their forties they decided to spice their love life up by indulging in some swinging. Suzi discovered a whole host of things about herself she didn't know. Mainly she loved sex and pleasing people. While her husband got a thrill from her being with other men and women.

They both knew how attractive Suzi was, so decided to make a bit of money from their fun and with Suzi's newfound confidence in herself. Starting with web camming and the odd home made dirty video of Suzi with other men and women, before finally making the plunge into escorting.

"Honestly, darling, I just like people," she confessed one evening, pouring us both a cup of tea. "I like giving them a good time, making them happy. I used to be a carer, looking after old dears. This isn't all that different, really. Just a lot more glamorous and sexy of course."

She laughed at my expression, shaking her head.

"Oh, don't give me that look. It's true! You wouldn't believe how many men just want a bit of kindness, a bit of company. And the sex? Well, that's just a fun little extra. I almost always enjoy myself."

She winked, and I found myself smiling despite myself.

I was beginning to think Suzi just liked looking after people. People who needed some kindness, understanding and affection. People like me.

She'd admitted once, in an unguarded moment, that her only child, her daughter, was a little distant these days--more interested in her friends, in school, in her own life. I wondered sometimes if that was why she was so indulgent with me. She was treating me more and more like a daughter--fixing my lipstick with an affectionate pat on the cheek, smoothing my skirt before sending me to the mirror with a proud smile.

And I let her.

I let myself bask in it, in the warmth of her attention, in the way she fussed over me like I was something precious.

I didn't know what that meant.

I only knew that when she called me princess, I never wanted her to stop.

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Money troubles

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But there was a problem on the horizon. After a few months of my weekly indulgence my funds were running dry. In fact worse than dry, I was in debt.

I shared a flat with an old school mate. It was why I couldn't indulge myself at my home. I worked nights as a guard. The money wasn't much, and even with Suzi's generous discount, I couldn't afford to keep coming every week along with rent, bills and food. In fact I was creeping ever more into the red.

Suzi had dressed me up in a schoolgirl uniform. The pleated skirt barely covered my behind, the fabric swishing against the tops of my thighs with every movement. She'd paired it with sheer nylon stockings with a bold seam running up the back. A crisp white blouse, neatly tucked in, and a loosely knotted tie completed the look, though my four-inch patent black heels were far from school regulation. As a final touch, she had dotted freckles across my nose and cheeks, then gathered my hair into playful pigtails, securing them with soft pink ribbons.

I looked like every dirty old man's dream. Innocent and sexy. One of my dream outfits. I should have been having lots of fun, Suzi had outdone herself in my look. But I knew this would be my last session for a while.

Aware as ever Suzi caught my mood.

"Why so glum today, princess? You're not your usual smiley self. Come and sit on my knee and tell Suzi all about it."

She patted her lap, her mini skirt barely covering the tops of her stockings. I walked over with an easy, instinctively feminine sway, bending my knees before settling onto the warmth of her nylon-clad thighs.

"Suzi, you know I love our Mondays together, the care you take of me. Getting to dress up with you has been a dream. But I can't afford to keep doing this. If I'm honest, I couldn't afford it weeks ago." My voice wavered. "I love our time together, but I need to stop for a while."

A lump formed in my throat, and I sniffled, trying to hold back the tears welling in my eyes. This was the only time I felt truly at peace--truly me. I hated that it was going to end.

Suzi pulled me in closer, rubbing my shoulder in slow, comforting strokes. The warmth of her body, the way she made me feel so safe, broke something inside me. The emotions I'd been suppressing for so long spilled over, released. And suddenly, I was crying.

"Oh, there, there, my pretty little pink princess. No need for tears."

I hadn't cried in years. Yet with her, it felt so easy. The way she treated me, cared for me--it made it effortless to let go of all the pent up emotion. More and more, when I was with Suzi, I didn't just feel like a girl. I was one.

I clung to her tightly, inhaling her scent, my face buried against the soft warmth of her chest. She stroked my hair as I sobbed, her touch gentle, reassuring.

"Listen, I've got an idea," she murmured. "It's something I've been thinking about for a while, especially now that business is good. I need someone to take calls, clean up, get supplies. Basically, I need a maid."

I sniffled, lifting my head to look at her.

"I've been talking to Mike about it for ages, and he thinks we can afford it. And, well... I trust you, Alexa. More than I would some stranger." She paused, watching my reaction. "You could even live here if you want. It would need to be full-time, but I don't usually work past eight unless it's a regular. You could carry on with your night work on the side if you wanted."

I stared at her, struggling to process what she was offering.

"I can't promise you a lot of money," she continued, "but if you lived here the rent would be free. I know we'd feel a little better that there was someone looking after the place a bit more."

"But there's just one condition--you'd have to be dressed as a girl all the time."

My stomach fluttered.

"You'd be around clients, so I'd need you to be attractive and non-threatening. Not that you're very threatening as a boy, but it'd just be easier if they were greeted by a beautiful girl like you."

The offer was beyond my wildest dreams. To spend every day with Suzi, to be a girl all the time--and to be paid for it.

A slow smile spread across my face, even as I wiped away the last of my tears. I flung my arms around her neck, pressing a grateful kiss to her cheek.

"Oh, Suzi! That would be wonderful. Are you sure?"

She chuckled, squeezing me affectionately. "Oh, I'm very sure. It'll be hard work, but I think you're up to it. Plus, you're totally passable--gorgeous, in fact."

She smirked. "That might be the only problem with this... some of my clients might want you instead!"

A hot flush of embarrassment crept up my neck. Then, just as quickly, a wave of fear. Others would see me like this. How would I cope with that?

Suzi must have noticed the change in my expression because she cupped my chin and tilted my face up to meet her gaze.

"Don't worry, princess," she whispered. "No one will ever know our little secret."

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. And at that moment, I knew--I'd do anything she asked of me.

I was her good little princess, after all.

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The new maid

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It had taken no time at all for me to agree to Suzi's offer. The idea of spending most of the day as a girl was exhilarating. There was fear, of course--meeting and greeting clients was a terrifying thought--but even that sent a little thrill through me.

To ease my nerves, Suzi decided to set up a test. She'd told her husband, Mike, that she'd found a maid and asked him to come to the flat to meet her. What she hadn't told him was that the maid was me.

I arrived an hour early so Suzi could help me get ready. For once, we needed to tone things down--still feminine, still attractive, but nothing that would outshine Suzi. This was about appearing presentable and passable, not distracting. I was the maid after all, not the star of the show.

I arrived the next day as instructed. Suzi immediately led me into the bedroom and closed the door behind us, grinning like she was about to reveal some grand surprise.

"Right, princess, we're going for 'sweet and sensible' today," she said, pulling open the wardrobe. "Something a little demure, but still pretty enough to charm my Mike."

She rifled through hangers, pausing on a few outfits before settling on a simple, fitted black pencil skirt that fell just above the knee and a soft lilac blouse with delicate lace along the collar. It was modest but flattering--feminine without being overtly sexual.

"This will do nicely. Cute, professional, but not too much, yeah?" She tossed the outfit onto the bed and turned to me with a smirk. "Let's get you out of those boring boy clothes."

I obediently stripped down, my heart pounding in anticipation as Suzi passed me a fresh pair of lacy pink knickers. I slid them up my legs, the silky fabric making my skin tingle. She handed me a matching bra, already padded to enhance my shape. With practiced ease, I slipped it on, adjusting the straps as Suzi stepped behind me to fasten it properly.

"God, you really do have the figure for this," she murmured, smoothing her hands down my waist. "Some girls would kill for your shape, you know."

A blush crept up my neck. I loved when she said things like that.

She knelt down and rolled a pair of sheer nude tights up my legs before slipping on a pair of modest black heels.

"Not too high," she said. "You need to look elegant, not like you're off to seduce him."

I giggled, though the thought had crossed my mind.

Finally she helped me into the blouse and skirt, tucking the fabric neatly so it hugged my waist.

Suzi then mentioned to the vanity. She sat me down and set to work on my makeup. Today, she kept it simple--just enough foundation to smooth out my skin, a touch of blush to warm my cheeks, and soft pink lipstick that gave me a fresh, innocent look. She carefully lined my eyes, adding a subtle flick at the corners, then stepped back to admire her work.

"Perfect," she breathed. "Now, the hair."

My hair was pretty long and lank before, now I'd grown it long enough that I didn't need a wig, and Suzi clearly loved working with it. She brushed it out until it was silky smooth, then used a curling wand to add soft waves that framed my face.

As she fussed over the final touches, I caught my reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at me was pretty. Not overdone, not exaggerated--just a sweet, well-groomed young woman who wouldn't raise any suspicion.

Suzi rested her hands on my shoulders, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

"You look perfect, sweetheart. Mike won't suspect a thing."

A knot of nerves twisted in my stomach. This was it. The real test. If I could fool Mike, I could fool anyone.

Suzi sensed my hesitation and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.

"You'll do brilliantly, my little cutie pie. Just be polite, be sweet, and let me do most of the talking."

She grinned. "And if all else fails, just bat those pretty lashes at him."

I let out a breathy laugh, nerves mixing with excitement.

I was ready. Or at least, I had to be.

I was startled by the sudden slam of the communal door downstairs. I glanced at Suzi, who gave me a reassuring smile. He was here.

I could hear the heavy thud of footsteps ascending the stairs, each one making my heart beat a little faster. Then came a firm, deliberate knock at the door. Suzi strode over and opened it.

Mike was tall--just over six foot, I guessed--towering slightly over Suzi. He was mostly bald, with only a fringe of dark hair clinging to the sides of his head. His face was round, with a slight paunch beneath his jumper, and his thick, heavy brows gave him an intimidating look.

"Hello, love," Suzi greeted him, pecking his cheek as he stepped inside. "This is Alexa. She's the girl I mentioned. Alexa, meet my husband, Mike."

I smoothed the sides of my skirt, willing myself to appear composed as I rose to shake his hand. He loomed over me, his gaze sweeping over my figure before locking onto my eyes. I could feel him assessing me, analysing, scrutinising. Then, after a beat, he smiled. It wasn't quite as warm as Suzi's, but it seemed friendly enough.

My stomach clenched. He knows. He was going to say something, call me out, expose everything in an instant.

"Well, she's very pretty, Sarah," he said. "Are you sure she won't be a distraction for the punters?"

I blinked, confused. Sarah? I glanced at Suzi, who simply laughed.

"Mike, you'd make a rubbish secret agent," she teased. "She doesn't know my real name."

Mike pulled a sheepish face and scratched the back of his head. "Ah, right. I keep forgetting to use your working name. Best to stick with Suzi eh, keeps things simpler."

The knot in my stomach eased slightly. He wasn't suspicious. If anything, he believed it. I was passing.

"Shall we head out for a proper chat?" Mike suggested. "There's a nice café round the corner. I'll buy."

Panic shot through me. Outside? Where people could see me? I darted a desperate look at Suzi, silently pleading for her to intervene.

"Ooh, that sounds lovely, Mike," she said brightly. "I fancy a bit of cake. Come on, Alexa."

I felt a rush of cold fear. Suzi was going through with this. Pushing me into the real world. Another test, perhaps?

She extended her arm, waiting for me to take it. I hesitated for only a second before looping mine through hers, gripping on like a lifeline. Together, we stepped out of the flat, down the stairs, and towards the front door.

Into the outside world.

For the first time, I was Alexa the girl in the real world.

The moment we stepped out onto the pavement, the cold air hit me like a slap. This is real. I'm outside. Like this.

I clung to Suzi's arm, my fingers gripping the soft fabric of her coat as though it were the only thing keeping me afloat. My heels clicked against the pavement with every step, each sound feeling unnaturally loud. The street wasn't busy, just a few people walking in the opposite direction or loitering outside shops, but my stomach twisted every time someone so much as glanced in my direction.

They know. They had to know. Any second now, someone was going to stop, point, sneer--maybe even say something. Freak. Pervert. The words screamed in my head.

But no one did.

A woman walking her dog gave me a brief, polite smile before looking away. An older man sitting on a bench barely spared me a second glance. A teenage girl, headphones in, passed us without so much as a flicker of curiosity.

The realisation trickled in slowly, hesitantly. They don't know. Or they don't care.

Suzi gave my arm a reassuring squeeze, as if sensing my nerves. "You're doing great, princess," she murmured.

I swallowed hard and nodded, though my heart was still pounding. There was something terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure about this--being out here, like this, with the whole world passing me by. It felt... dangerous. But also thrilling.

Mike walked a little ahead, leading the way to the café. He didn't seem particularly concerned about me, which was almost a comfort in itself.

When we reached the small corner café, Suzi pushed open the door, and the warm, coffee-scented air wrapped around us. A little bell jingled above the entrance. It was cosy inside, with low wooden tables and a pastry counter filled with cakes and croissants. A waitress behind the counter gave us a polite nod as we stepped in.

We slid into a booth, Suzi and I on one side, Mike opposite. The seat was warm, and I realised my hands were shaking slightly as I smoothed my skirt over my knees.

Mike leaned back, studying me with the same quiet curiosity as before. "So," he said, "Suzi tells me you two met at the Mikeet?"

I hesitated, but Suzi jumped in smoothly.

"That's right," she said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders in an almost motherly way. "I go there most weekends, and I kept seeing Alex around and we got chatting. She's got a little night job but was struggling to make ends meet." She gave me a squeeze. "Seemed like a good girl, so I told her what I did. She was interested, and I thought--why not?"

I nodded, feeling my pulse hammer in my throat. "I--yeah. I needed something stable," I added, my voice softer than usual, more careful. "Something that wasn't just... scraping by."

Mike seemed to consider this, then gave a small nod. "Fair enough."

The waitress came over, and Suzi ordered tea and a slice of Victoria sponge. Mike got a coffee. I just asked for tea, not trusting myself to eat in front of them.

"So," Mike continued, folding his arms on the table. "It's mostly straightforward work. Making sure the flat's tidy, sorting out the laundry, keeping supplies stocked. Answering the phone and emails when needed." His eyes flicked to me. "You alright with that?"

I nodded quickly. "Yes." Then, realising how eager that sounded, I cleared my throat. "I mean--yes, of course. I don't mind that sort of work."

"Good. Some of the punters are a bit... flaky, so if you end up taking calls, just be polite but firm. No timewasters."

I swallowed, nodding again. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck. It was strange--shame, fear, and excitement all tangled together in a way I didn't quite understand.

The drinks arrived, and Suzi took a sip of her tea before nudging me playfully. "Told you she'd be perfect for it, didn't I?"

Mike exhaled a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. You were right. She seems like the right girl for the job."

The words sent a jolt through me. The right girl.

I felt myself relax--just a little--as I took a careful sip of my tea.

I had passed the test.

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Alexa's first day

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I arrived at the flat just before eleven in the morning. I hadn't brought much with me--just a small bag of essentials. Most of my usual clothes wouldn't be of much use here anyway. My flatmate hadn't been particularly bothered about me moving out, though he assumed I was heading back home. He seemed surprised when I told him I'd found a new place. I lied and said it was way out of town. The last thing I wanted was to risk running into him while dressed.

Suzi was already there, dressed casually in a long puffer jacket, jeans, and a jumper. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her face free of makeup. Even without her usual glamour, she was still effortlessly beautiful. But it was nice to see her look more normal. She looked like an everyday mum back from the school run.

"Good morning, princess," she greeted me with a smirk. "Ready for your first day? I'll be glad when I don't have to start this early to get all these things ready. That's your job now."

We stepped inside, and I made my way to the bedroom to change.

Slipping off my jacket, I carefully put on my padded bra, panties, and tights before buttoning up a sensible blouse. A long skirt followed, flowing down past my knees, modest yet unmistakably feminine. Finally, I stepped into a pair of heels--just like the ones I'd worn for my interview. They were high enough to make me feel elegant, to add that little extra sway to my movements, but still practical enough for the work I had ahead of me.

I took a deep breath, smoothing down my skirt with slightly trembling hands. My first day as Suzi's maid had officially begun.

Suzi showed me round the supplies. Piles of towels that would all need to be cleaned at the end of the day. Boxes of condoms, lube and wet wipes. The fridge full of drinks for the clients. Then she walked me through the emails and various escorting websites Suzi had her profile on.

There was a shared spreadsheet Mike had access to, containing all of Suzi's appointments and schedules. It was my job to keep it up to date. Regular clients were marked clearly--Suzi valued them highly and made it clear they always got priority.

She then walked me through the red flags to look out for. How to be firm when clients asked for something outside of her 'likes'. To watch for certain language in emails or on the phone. To listen if they sounded drunk or on something. There was a panic button hidden that could signal Mike to come round. To my great surprise she even showed me a hidden camera near the door.

"You mean this has been seeing me go in and out?" Suzi laughed at my concern.

"Don't worry lovely, there's none hidden in my bedroom. Well, I don't think there are..." she said teasing.

My one big fear was the clients. What if they realised what I was? What if they got violent?

Suzi reassured me. "Most of my clients tend to be older. In fact it's lucky I saw you at all, I tend to tell younger guys I'm booked up. But your voice was so soft and weak I didn't think you'd be any problem."

I let the comment pass about my lack of masculinity. I was still more concerned about these clients. Men hungry for sex didn't have the best reputation. I still worried about what they might do, or how they might react if they worked out I wasn't a real girl.

"Look Alex, I've been doing this three years now, never had a real problem with anyone. At worst you just get chancers trying their luck Alexa. Besides, with four pairs of eyes we should be able to spot them a mile off.

Suzi's first appointment was a twelve thirty. She left me to a few cleaning jobs while she got ready in the bedroom. Soon the computer started to ping with booking requests. The phone was thankfully silent for now.

As the time rolled around Suzi appeared from the bedroom. After our first appointment she'd dressed sexily, but not overtly so. Short skirts or dresses over her lingerie. But now I was seeing how she dressed for clients. It was quite a shock.

She stepped out in bright red thigh-high leather boots with a long sharp metal stiletto heel, adding a few inches to her height. A pair of black seamed stockings peered out from underneath, just above the top of the boots connected to a black leather suspender belt that disappeared under a waspie corset in a matching red leather, cinched in tight around her waist, cupped under her bare breasts, her nipples standing proud as always. For underwear there was just a skimpy black leather thong that rode high over her hips and barely covered anything.

Suzi's makeup was just as dramatic. Her lips were painted a bold, blood-red gloss that gleamed under the soft lighting, sharp and sensual. Dark eyeshadow, nearly black, accentuated the intensity of her gaze, while long, fluttering lashes framed her eyes. Her sculpted cheeks caught the light, emphasising the elegance of her features. Her hair was backcombed with precision, creating a voluminous, striking look that made her appear even more glamorous. Every inch of her was curated--she was built for seduction. Stunning.

"Pick your jaw up, princess. You're an employee now, not a client," she teased, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she caught the look on my face.

I quickly snapped my mouth shut, but my heart was racing. Suzi was a vision of confidence and beauty, the kind of woman who could captivate anyone. It was hard not to feel both awe and nervousness in her presence.

Then, the loud buzz of the intercom broke through the silence. Suzi walked over and pressed the button, her expression shifting to one of cool professionalism.

"Hello," she said smoothly.

A crackling voice responded gruffly on the other end. "Suzi? It's Dave, here for my appointment."

Suzi's lips quirked into a small smile. "Come in, Dave. Flat 2C, as you know. My maid will let you in."

I gulped. That was my cue. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my shaking hands, my mind buzzing with both excitement and fear.

The intercom clicked off, leaving behind a thick silence. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.

This was it.

I turned to Suzi, wide-eyed, half-expecting her to change her mind, to tell me she'd made a mistake, that I wasn't ready. But she simply gave me a reassuring nod and tilted her head toward the door.

"Go on, princess," she murmured, her voice gentle but firm. "You're the maid now."

I swallowed hard, smoothing down the front of my dress with trembling hands before walking to the door. Each step felt weighted, as if my body were resisting what my mind had agreed to. My fingers hovered over the handle for a moment before I forced myself to grasp it and turn.

The door swung open.

Dave stood there, broad-shouldered and filling the doorway. He was a man in his late forties, slightly overweight but not unkempt, dressed in a simple button-up shirt and jeans. He had a kind face--soft around the edges, with a neatly trimmed beard and a slight smile playing at his lips.

And he was looking right at me.

I could feel his eyes scanning me, taking me in, assessing me with a faint smile.

I panicked, suddenly sure that he could see right through me, that he knew immediately that I wasn't really a girl, that I was an imposter in this dress, in this makeup, in this role. My legs felt weak.

"Hi there," he said, his tone warm, polite. Normal.

I realised I hadn't spoken yet. My mouth felt dry. I forced myself to smile, though I wasn't sure how convincing it was.

"Good afternoon, Suzi is expecting you," I said softly, stepping aside to let him in.

My voice sounded higher than usual, like I was trying too hard, but Dave didn't react. He simply nodded and walked past me into the flat, his attention already shifting to Suzi, who was standing a few steps away with that effortless, welcoming smile of hers.

With Suzi wearing that outfit I was as close to invisible to Dave now.

As I closed the door behind him, I exhaled shakily, my hands still trembling.

"Can I get you a drink," I said, suddenly remembering my duties.

"No thanks love. Maybe after."

He walked into the bedroom, Suzi closed the door behind them.

I had done it. I had let him in. And he hadn't noticed a thing.

I could hear them talk for a bit, then it went quiet. After a while I heard the man say "Fucking hell you are good at that Suzi you dirty bitch. Go on, let's see you take it all you slut."

I found myself slightly shocked. I had such respect and care for Suzi it was hard to hear her called names like that. I tried to tell myself she was a professional. It was what was to be expected.

Then I started to hear noises. The bed bouncing, both Dave's and Suzi's voices moaning. Then a slap, then another. Suzi's voice responded with a loud 'ouch'! I was tempted to go in and intervene, not that I'd be much help. But I remembered Suzi saying if she needed help it'd be pretty clear, so I held back.

"Bend over you slag, I'm going to fuck your juicy arse." Again I perked up at the words Dave was using. My fingers clenched into a fist.

But then I started to imagine what was happening. Suzi dressed like a slut, bent over on her hands and knees while Dave fucked her from behind. Taking her, slapping her wide ass as he fucked her tight hole. Calling her degrading names as he did so. Using her for his pleasure.

I could feel my erection growing in my panties. I felt like I needed my own sexual relief. I grabbed some tissues and sat on the sofa, hitching up my skirt and pulling down my tights and panties I freed my small cock, now stiff and leaking cum.

I closed my eyes while I listened to the soundtrack of Dave fucking Suzi in the room next door as I tried to picture them. I started to focus on Suzi, it was easy knowing her so well now. What she was wearing, her makeup, how she must be feeling. I tried to imagine what it was like to be penetrated like that. To have that dick in her mouth, her pussy and her arse.

For a moment in my mind I was her, being taken roughly by this man for cash. Feeling his hard cock fuck me from behind as he treated me like the slut I was.

I came in no time. The orgasm was powerful, shaking me to my core. In fact I came harder than I'd ever cum before, my body shaking after. My hot spunk filling the tissues wrapped around my cock and dribbling down the sides into my pubic hair.

As I came to, I noticed the silence. I realised Dave had cum as well and was probably getting ready to leave. Quickly I cleaned myself up, panicking I'd be discovered. The shame of what might happen shaking me into action. I straightened my skirt and washed my hands. Behind me the door opened. Suzi was standing there, her face flushed, her makeup not as perfect as earlier.

"Alexa love, would you mind getting us a tea. One sugar for Dave, none for me."

I nodded and filled the kettle.

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Wanting more

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A few weeks passed, and the fear that had gripped me so tightly at the start began to loosen its hold. The first time I answered the phone in my softest, sweetest voice, my hands had been shaking so much I nearly dropped the receiver. Now, I barely hesitated as I flicked through the appointment book, filtering out the time-wasters, the ones who gave off that instinctive creep vibe, and the ones who just wanted to talk for free. I was getting good at it.

The texts were easier. A simple, polite "Suzi is fully booked this evening" or "Please provide references" was usually enough to weed out the ones who weren't serious. Emails were the same--concise, professional. I knew what to look for now. The ones who were respectful, who understood the unspoken rules, were always the easiest.

I found working for Suzi so very easy. She only had to speak or gesture and I was at her command. To do whatever she asked.

But what surprised me most was how much I enjoyed it. Not just the routine, but the way I was perceived. The way the clients saw me--not as an imposter, not as a fraud--but as just another woman in Suzi's world. None of them had clocked me, not a single one. In fact, some had taken it further, throwing casual compliments my way, making subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) suggestions. It should have terrified me, but instead, it sent a quiet thrill through my veins.

By day, I was Suzi's maid Alexa--answering calls, running errands, keeping the place spotless. By night, I was back to being a man, back to Alex, slipping into my uniform for the night shift at the factory. It was a strange double life, but one that worked. More than that, it was paying off. My debts were gone within weeks. The extra money meant I could start to afford little luxuries--lingerie that felt softer, more expensive, skirts that hugged my hips just right, a new pair of heels that made my legs look longer.

But there was something else. Something I couldn't ignore.

No matter how much I loved being Suzi's maid, no matter how much I relished the way I was treated as just another girl, to be feminine all day, it wasn't enough.

Every time she appeared in a new slutty outfit, dressed for sex or her clients whims and fantasies. The noises she made as they fucked. The words they used with her, degrading her with dirty talk. More and more it turned me on. I wanted it too.

It had started small--curious little thoughts that crept in when I was alone, fantasies I indulged in when I lay in bed after work.

What if I wasn't just the maid?

What if I was the one welcoming the clients, leading them to the bedroom, undressing for them? What would it be like to pleasure a man like that? To taste his cock. To bend over and be fucked. Spanked while he has his way with me.

The idea pulsed through me like electricity.

At first, I pushed it away. It was ridiculous. Impossible. I was straight, I'd never had thoughts like these before. I didn't like men.

But the more I tried to suppress it, the stronger it became. Now, it was all I thought about. The idea of being wanted that way, of stepping fully into that role--it was intoxicating.

I couldn't tell Suzi. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

It had been a fairly successful day so far, but the evening appeared quiet according to the bookings. That could change quite quickly. But Suzi was careful not to work past eight to allow her some time at home and avoid the drunks horny after a trip to the pub.

She had just spent an hour with an older client who had left a short while ago.

Suzi emerged from the bedroom after a quick shower, wearing her red satin robe with nothing underneath. She stretched out with a satisfied little sigh as she tied it at her waist, the front opening slightly giving me a glimpse of her breast and nipple.

I had just finished cleaning up the living room--straightening the cushions and putting away the glasses from her last client. As she walked into the kitchen, she glanced over at me and smiled.

"Tea?" she asked, already flicking the kettle on.

I nodded, settling onto one of the barstools by the counter.

She made the tea in comfortable silence, passing me my mug before perching on the stool beside me. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment, thoughtful, curious.

"You've been enjoying yourself lately," she said, taking a sip.

I arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

She smirked. "Don't play coy, darling. You know exactly what I mean."

I shrugged, playing it off. "I just feel... comfortable now, I suppose."

"Comfortable?" she echoed, swirling the tea in her cup. "That's not the word I'd use. You've been having fun. I've seen the way you are with the clients. And with Mike when he comes over."

I felt a small, hot jolt of embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I wasn't sure if she'd told Mike yet or not what I really was. I suspected she had, but that didn't stop him staring at my legs when he popped over to check on things.

Suzi chuckled, setting her mug down with a soft clink. "Oh, come on. You've been putting on a show, haven't you? Acting all shy, but soaking up the attention. You like it, don't you?"

I hesitated, my fingers tightening around my mug. "Maybe."

"Maybe," she repeated, tilting her head. "Alexa, you're practically glowing every time a man calls you pretty. You dress up for it. You play into it. You love the way they look at you."

I swallowed. "Is that bad?"

Suzi's eyes softened. "No. Not at all. It's nice being desired by men. But I think you want more."

My stomach twisted. My pulse kicked up a little.

"I don't--" I started, but she cut me off with a knowing look.

"You're a terrible liar, princess," she said gently. "I know that look. I've seen it before." She leaned in slightly, her voice lower, coaxing. "You're not just playing a part anymore, are you? You've been thinking about it. Really thinking about it."

I forced a breath through my nose, looking down at my lap. I had no idea how to respond, how to admit the thing that had been clawing at my thoughts day and night.

Suzi reached out and placed a hand over mine, squeezing lightly. "Alexa, if you want to explore this... you don't have to do it alone."

I felt a sharp pang of longing in my chest, followed by the rush of fear.

I lifted my gaze to hers, my lips parting--but for a moment, no words came.

Then, finally, in a barely-there whisper, I admitted:

"I do."

Suzi paused for a moment, as if mulling something over, before pulling up the laptop and slipping on her reading glasses to look ahead at the afternoon and evening schedule.

"I see we have a cancellation this evening?"

"Hammed? Yes. He sends his apologies and has rebooked for next week. Wants you to be a strict teacher for a bit of role-play. Two hours."

"Strict teacher," Suzi rolled the word around as she plotted something. She looked over to me, her head bowed as she peered at me over her glasses, "I can be a very strict teacher when I need to be princess."

I wondered where she was going. I felt my nerves creeping back. Our conversation of a moment ago still heavy on my thoughts. I knew that she had a hold over me. Whatever she asked I was powerless to disagree.

"Keep this evening free, don't book anyone else in. I think it's time we have a little fun princess. See what you can do."

Nervously I nodded before clicking on the various websites to change the availability as Suzi finished her tea and headed back to the bedroom.

After a few minutes, Suzi emerged from the bedroom, carrying a small bundle of clothing--mostly lingerie, from what I could see. Delicate lace and soft satin, all in shades of white and pink. She set the items down on the sofa with an almost reverent touch, carefully spreading them out before turning to me with a knowing smile.

"Now, Alexa, I want you to take a nice, long shower. Make sure you get yourself properly clean down below," she said, her tone light but laced with something deeper--something that sent a shiver through me. "Then get changed in here while I get ready in the bedroom. And don't forget to touch up your makeup--something sexy to go with the outfit I've picked for you."

I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting in knots. The excitement was electric, but so were the nerves. I wasn't entirely sure what was about to happen, but I knew I had crossed a line. I had gone too far to turn back now. And worse--I didn't want to.

Suzi gave me one last lingering look, her smile teasing as she slinked toward the bedroom. Just before she disappeared inside, she let her robe slip from her shoulders, the crimson satin pooling at her feet. She stood there, fully naked, letting me take her in for a moment before she slowly, deliberately, closed the door behind her.

I let out a shaky breath, my pulse hammering as I turned toward the bathroom. My hands trembled as I stripped out of my dress and lingerie, my body already prickling with anticipation.

Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water cascade over me, trying to steady myself. But Suzi's words echoed in my head--"Make sure you have a good clean below."

I hesitated. Did she mean...?

My breath caught. A flicker of anxiety coursed through me. But beneath it--beneath the nervous uncertainty--was a deeper, more thrilling feeling. A part of me feared what was coming. A bigger part of me wanted it more than anything.

I switched the showerhead to a high-pressure jet and directed the stream to my most intimate areas, thoroughly cleansing myself as instructed.

The bathroom was still warm and misty as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. My skin was flushed, my heart still beating a little too fast from anticipation.

I took a slow breath, steeling myself before walking back into the living room. The sight of the clothes Suzi had laid out made my stomach flip.

Laid delicately across the sofa was the most feminine, girly outfit I could have imagined.

A short, white skirt--soft and flared, barely long enough to be decent. A matching lace-trimmed bralette, dainty and barely-there. White thigh-high stockings, sheer with tiny pink satin bows at the tops. A pair of very high strappy heels, almost too delicate, with thin white straps that would encase my feet like ribbons. And resting on top of it all, like some kind of final declaration, was a pink leather choker--with embossed gold lettering.

I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I reached out to trace the choker. The gold letters gleamed under the soft light. "Princess."

Heat rushed through me--shame and excitement, tangled together in a way that made my stomach tighten.

This was humiliating.

This was thrilling.

I hesitated, staring at the clothes, my mind buzzing with thoughts I didn't want to say aloud. If I put these on, if I dressed myself in what Suzi had chosen for me, there would be no denying what I was becoming. Not just a maid. Not just a man playing dress-up.

Something else entirely.

My breath was uneven as I let the towel drop to the floor. Slowly, I reached for the stockings first, rolling them up my legs with shaking hands. The fabric clung to my skin, impossibly soft, the bows resting high on my thighs like a delicate promise as the elastic pressed in tight to my thighs.

Next, the bralette. It was snug, pressing against my chest in a way that made me feel even smaller, even more vulnerable. The skirt followed, swishing around my thighs, flaring wide and so short I knew bending over would leave nothing to the imagination.

Finally, the choker.

I picked it up, turning it over in my hands before raising it to my neck. The buckle snapped into place, and with it, something inside me shifted. I was branded now.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My face was still bare, my hair slightly damp, but there was no mistaking what I looked like. What I had become.

A sex doll. A pretty little thing.

And the worst part? I loved it.

I turned back to the mirror, my pulse quickening. If I was going to do this, I had to really do it.

I reached for my makeup bag, my fingers steadying as I focused on the task ahead. First, foundation--soft, flawless, a perfect canvas. A touch of blush to give me a sweet, doll-like flush.

Then the eyes. I swept shimmering pink shadow over my lids, blending it carefully before adding a darker shade to make my eyes pop. Liquid liner next--delicate but precise, flicked into an elegant wing. Finally, mascara, coating my lashes until they were impossibly long, fluttery, almost unreal.

The lips were last. A glossy, bubblegum pink. Slick and wet-looking, making my mouth look soft, inviting. All of Suzi's training paying off.

I pulled my hair into high bunches, securing each with tiny pink bows. The final touch.

I stepped back, barely recognising myself.

No, not myself or even Alexa. It was Suzi's Princess.

And she looked perfect.

My high heels clicked softly against the floor as I took careful, unsteady steps. Tottering toward the bedroom door. Every movement felt exaggerated, every sway of my hips, every shift of the short skirt against my thighs. My stomach was in knots, a swirl of nerves and anticipation that made my breath shallow.

You can stop this now. The thought whispered in the back of my mind, a last sliver of sense trying to pull me back. Take off the heels, wipe away the makeup, walk away before it's too late.

But I didn't stop.

I couldn't stop.

Shame and excitement tangled together, tightening around me like a silk ribbon. I reached the door, my pulse hammering against my ribs. For a moment, I hesitated, fingers trembling. Then finally I knocked.

"Come in Alexa. Time to make you a woman," Suzi called from inside.

With my heart in my mouth I pushed the door open.

The room was dim, with just a red light illuminating the room. The door creaked open, and as my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, my breath caught in my throat.

Suzi stood in the centre, transformed.

I had seen her in so many ways--usually draped in a satin robe as we sipped tea after a client, casually dressed in leggings and a jumper when we had drinks, adorned in an array of seductive fantasy outfits, and even wearing nothing at all. But this... this was something else entirely.

A black latex bodysuit clung to her like a second skin, the high neckline and long sleeves giving her an almost regal severity. The glossy material caught the low light, emphasising every curve, every sharp angle of her body.

A corset cinched her waist impossibly tight, sculpting her into a perfect hourglass.

The high-cut legs of the bodysuit left her thighs bare, leading down to thigh-high patent leather boots with towering stiletto heels that made her look impossibly tall.

Her makeup was as commanding as the rest of her. Gone was the playful, flirtatious Suzi who winked at me over cups of tea in the kitchen. In her place was someone colder, untouchable.

Her lips were painted a deep, almost blackened red, lined to sharp perfection. Her eyes were rimmed with thick, dramatic winged liner, extending out like razor-sharp daggers. Dark, metallic eyeshadow smoked out toward her temples, making her eyes seem even more piercing. False lashes fanned dramatically, almost unnaturally long. Her brows were sculpted into high, severe arches, giving her an expression that was both knowing and merciless.

But it was her hair that truly made her look different.

Suzi's usual waves, soft and bouncy, were gone. Instead, her blonde locks were slicked back into a tight, perfect ponytail, not a single strand out of place. It pulled her face taut, emphasising the sharpness of her cheekbones, the cold elegance of her jawline.

She looked... Untouchable. Unstoppable.

My stomach twisted into tighter knots. I felt so small beneath her gaze, a stark contrast to the commanding presence she now radiated.

"Alexa," she purred, tilting her head slightly as her eyes roamed over me, drinking in every inch of my trembling frame. Her smirk was slow, deliberate. "My little sissy pink princess. You look just adorable. An innocent little virgin about to be defiled."

I swallowed hard, my knees weak.

"Come in," she murmured. "Let me take a proper look at you."

It was as I walked forward I saw it. Something I'd not noticed when I first saw Suzi in the dim light of the bedroom. She had a large black cock protruding from her crotch.

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My audition

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I walked towards Suzi, my eyes magnetised to the large rubber dong that hung menacingly between her legs. Partly from fear, partly from lust.

"You can touch it if you like Alexa. I know you want to."

Slowly I reached out a hand, my fingers wrapping around its girth, feeling its weight and size.

Closer in I could see the shape had been made to look as much like a real cock as possible. I could feel all the ridges, the bumps and veins.

"Can't take your eyes off it can you horny little sissy. On your knees, show me what a slut you can be."

Her tone shocked me for a moment. Gone was her warm voice, in place something colder and commanding. I had to obey.

I knelt before her, my eyes looking up, pleading with her to be gentle with me.

"Come on princess, get to work. Lick my large black cock. Get it nice and moist."

I placed my had around the shaft again and leaned in. Opening my mouth my tongue touched the head. I could smell the strong tang of the rubber as the tip of my tongue made contact with the helmet. Slowly I rubbed my tongue around the edge of the helmet, leaving a trail of my saliva shining on the black rubber, before turning my head sideways so I could slip my tongue all the way down the shaft in one long lick.

"Hmm, I knew you'd love the taste of a nice large cock sissy. Let's see how much you can take in your mouth you filthy little whore."

Her words were still sharp. The humiliation twisting me inside, making me well-up slightly. But it was also charging me with excitement of what I was doing. I wanted her to humiliate me. Just as I had dreamed of her clients doing the same to me.

I opened my lips wide and slid the dong into my mouth as best I could. The taste of rubber overwhelming me as I did my best to wrap my mouth around its girth. A long line of drool slipped out over my lips and down my chin to the floor as my jaw stretched to accommodate the dong.

"That's it. Show mummy what a good little cocksucker her little princess is. Take it deeper into your throat. It's what your sissy mouth is for slut."

The humiliation burned through me like fire, searing and relentless. I became hyper-aware of everything--the way I was dressed, the softness of the lingerie clinging to my body, how short the skirt was, the way my stockings stretched over my trembling thighs. Every degrading word cut deep, making me feel small, weak, utterly pathetic. And yet, beneath the shame, there was something else. A pulsing heat, a twisted thrill. The more she stripped me down with her words, the more exposed I felt--and the more I wanted it.

I did as I was told pushing the fake cock further into my mouth, making me cough, splutter and gag as I did so.

"That's it. Better. You want to please me don't you?"

I did. I wanted to please her so badly. To make her proud of me.

I forced myself to take more, pushing past the instinct to pull away. My throat constricted, spasming around the intrusion, coughs wracking my chest as tears welled and spilled down my cheeks. A deep, involuntary shudder ran through me, my stomach twisting as nausea threatened to rise. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing, willing myself to relax. But when I finally dared to open them, I saw--with a mix of frustration and disbelief--that I wasn't even halfway down..

"Pathetic. Call yourself a sissy slut? Come on, show me what you can do."

I slowly slid my mouth back up, my saliva now all around the width of the black rubber dong, making it gleam in the dim light of the room. Then down again, pushing as hard as I could without vomiting. Soon I started to get into a rhythm.

Suzi's hand settled on the back of my head, firm but patient. At first, it was just a presence--a reminder she was there. But as I tried to lower myself again, she guided me with her palm, gently encouraging me down. Each time I took more of the cock, her pressure increased, subtly but insistently. My body writhed in response, buckling as the gag reflex took hold, throat clenching and releasing in wet, desperate spasms. I coughed hard, saliva spilling freely from my lips, streaking down my chin and cheeks in warm, glistening trails that splattered softly onto my chest.

Then, with a sharp tug, her fingers gripped tighter in my hair and pulled me back. I broke away with a gasp, chest heaving, dragging in ragged gulps of air, my lungs greedily expanding as I panted--wide-eyed and trembling--like a fish stranded on dry land.

"Do better next time sissy slut. Get on the bed. Time for those panties to come off. On your back, legs nice and wide, lift that teeny skirt of yours."

I did as commanded, but with a deep fear in my stomach about what was coming next. The dong had barely squeezed into my mouth, I feared just what might happen to my poor virgin hole.

Suzi tossed me a small bottle of lube. After working as her maid I was more than aware of what this was for. I squirted a blob onto my fingers and reached down towards my anus.

"Well you are a keen one aren't you. Wanting that small little virgin hole fucked as fast as possible are we?"

She looked at me hard, expecting an answer. "Yes." I mumbled feebly.

"Yes what princess?"

I thought for a moment wondering what she wanted me to answer her with? Mistress? Ma'am? Lady? Then it hit me.

"Yes mummy," I mumbled with a pathetic whimper.

"Good girl. Put your pinky in your little hole. Spread those legs like a good little whore. I want to see every detail of how you debase yourself."

I was shaking now. The tears felt close as I shivered in fear and humiliation. But I did as she commanded and squeezed a finger past my tight bud and into my anus. The lube was so cold and strange on my sensitive skin as it touched my inner cheek. And my bud felt too tight for a just a single finger, I had no idea how I could accommodate the monster she had swinging between her legs.

"Rub that lube in like a good sissy whore should. Ready for a good fucking. It's going to hurt, so the better you do the easier it will be for your first time."

The lube felt odd. Slimy and cold inside of me as I massaged it around my sphincter. Finally I risked a second finger, my face winced as I felt my hole stretch further than it wanted to. I started to sniffle as I contemplated what I had got myself into.

Suzi walked around the room. Pausing by a table. She then pulled something out and seemed to be fiddling with her fake cock. When she turned I was somewhat relieved to see she'd detached the black monster and had attached a new dick. Smaller and noticeably thinner. I was grateful for this slight reprieve, but still nervous of its size nonetheless. It was smaller than the last cock for sure, but still way bigger than my two fingers buried inside of me.

Suzi moved to the bed. "Hold your legs up high, nice and wide for me slut. So I can get in and fuck you deep."

I slipped my hands around the back of my knees and pulled my legs up high and wide as she slipped between them, guiding the new rubber dong to my most vulnerable part. My eyes grew large with alarm.

She guided the cock into place, I could feel it push between my cheeks. It was too big. My breathing was now fast. Panic was settling in. Suzi slapped my ass hard, snapping me out of it for a moment.

"Alexa, breathe slower. Try to push out, as if you are taking a number one. Try and relax and welcome it in." Her voice was more back to normal Suzi than the dominatrix she'd turned into. Softer and consoling. I did as she asked as she pushed the dildo into me.

I felt my skin stretch as she pushed in. It was still far too tight--impossible, surely, to take something so big. I winced at the pain, clenching my teeth and gripping my legs tightly.

"Oh, it's too big Suzi, I don't think I can."

She looked at me coldly. "You can. Now just fucking do what you are told."

I nodded, my face red with shame for disappointing her.

She pushed in again as I did my best to accommodate her. Easing my breathing and relaxing my ass muscles as much as I could. My hole felt on fire as it widened even more than I thought possible. It felt like it wasn't just my skin stretching, it was like my bones were being pushed apart too.

"Owwww! Oh god. Oh god. It's so big. Too big. Ow, owwww! I can't do it Suzi. It was a mistake. Oh no more please!"

Suzi paid no heed to my cries and pathetic pleas. I could feel tears running freely down my cheeks as I felt my body was being torn in two. And then I felt something. A sharp pain for a moment and then a modicum of relief. I could feel a definite pop as the dong slipped inside my hole.

"There we go princess. No longer a virgin now are we. Mummy's fucking you now."

I nodded, sniffling, as the reality of something I'd only ever fantasized about became painfully real--far more intense and overwhelming than I'd ever imagined. Suzi continued pushing, gradually, until I finally felt her hips press against mine.

My whole body felt fit to burst. The pain was still there, although less intense than when I was being initially penetrated. I tried again to calm myself as she started to slide back out, before plunging back in with a hard thrust that knocked the wind out of me.

"What are you?"

"Unnhh. I'm... unnhhh... mummy's sissy... unnh! ... slut." I managed to whimper out between gasps as she fucked me.

Soon she was really going for it. Her hips slapping into mine. The dong feeling deeper inside of me. It was then something strange happened.

I heard a noise--a soft whimper that deepened into something more guttural, almost primal. It took a moment before I realised the sound was coming from me.

The pain faded, replaced by something almost magical--an intense, all-consuming pleasure. It was unlike anything I'd ever known before, beautifully overwhelming and far more intense than I could have imagined.

My orgasm was building.

"Oh! Oh god. Oh that feels so good Suzi. Oh yes!"

Suzi smiled. She leaned down, her latex covered breasts resting on my hot sweaty skin as her mouth reached mine. She slipped her tongue between my lips as we kissed passionately. Her arms wrapped around mine.

As she leaned back I could see sweat glistening off her skin making her look more desirable than ever. Her smile was broad and I could see a slight redness creeping up her neck. Her breath faster now, in time with her thrusts into me. She turned her head away, towards the door and smiled.

"Hello love. Unnh! Enjoying the show? Unhhn!"

I turned to see what she was talking about. Mike stood looming in the door way. His trousers were undone and he was holding his large cock in his manhood, stroking it. His eyes locked on me. He looked hungry.

He stepped across the room towards the bed. Towards me. He moved his hips over towards me before kneeling on the bed. His penis was close to my face.

It was the first time I'd seen another man's cock. To have it this close was overwhelming. It was much larger than mine. Longer and thicker. Darker too, with thick veins running around the stem.

It was so close I could smell it. See the glisten of pre-cum on the tip. This was now fake cock, this was the real thing.

I knew what he wanted because I wanted it too. But I was afraid. This was too far.

"Well come on you little sissy. Take his cock in your mouth," Suzi urged me with a hard slap on my thigh, making me yell.

Suzi was still fucking me hard. My orgasm was still building and I felt so powerfully horny. Any resistance that my shame was giving me was easily overpowered. I craned my neck and let his bulbous cock slip into my pink glossy lips. My first real cock had passed into my mouth. I'd stepped over the line. I was now a real slut.

Mike sighted with pleasure. "Oooh. Oh, she's a good cock sucker Suzi. Well trained. A bit tight, but such soft girly lips. What a fucking whore for letting us fuck her in both holes at the same time."

My lips slid over his large helmet, pursing as the rim slipped past the ridge onto his foreskin. I started to suck, to taste the intensely salty and musky skin. Soft and stiff at the same time as it moved into my mouth.

I gagged again as he reached the back. I was oddly proud to have taken him as deep as I had. But soon I was a passenger as he started to plunge his dick in and out of my mouth, fucking me. Using me, as much as his wife was.

The sensations were becoming too much, flooding through me in waves of unbearable pleasure. My skin tingled with energy, every nerve alive, my senses ignited as the orgasm built to a feverish peak.

For a moment I slipped my mouth from Mike's cock. My breath quickened, ragged and desperate. There was no turning back now--I was caught in the current, swept helplessly toward the edge.

I could feel my balls tingling as if sparks were exploding within. Then, without even touching it, my cock suddenly exploded all over my stomach in a fury of cum as I gagged on Mike's cock once more.

I whimpered as spurt after spurt squirted over my chest. My body bucking and shaking from the largest orgasm I'd ever known.

"You dirty little whore!" Suzi screamed at me. "Look at this mess. You enjoyed that too much. Time you gave us a little pleasure don't you think Mike?"

"Definitely Suzi. I want to have a crack at that arse pussy."

As the orgasm faded, a creeping sense of fear slithered back into my mind. But before I could process it--before I could even think to protest--Suzi withdrew from me, then rose gracefully to stand beside me on the bed.

She quickly undid the strap-on before leaning over to me and rolling me onto my front. Suzi then pushed me up on my hands and knees like an animal before she slipped underneath me, her legs wide fully on display. My face was inches from her pussy, now swollen and very wet.

I knew what she wanted, what my place now was. So I leaned in and started to push my tongue into her, lavishing long licks into her cunt.

Behind me I could feel Mike's hand between my cheeks, prizing them apart before slipping a finger in, making me gasp.

"Ohh, she's a tight little bitch isn't she. Never had a real cock in here have you? Be a first for me fucking a sissy."

I didn't answer, I was too intent on pleasing my mistress. I closed my eyes and waited for him to invade me.

I didn't have to wait long as I felt hot skin press against my already abused hole. I widened my legs and gently pushed back, bending my back, showing him my arse. Eager to be their fuck slut. To be used by both of them.

Mike started to push in. His dick was much wider than the dildo. A sharp ache began to return, blooming with each movement. I tensed, flinching as he pressed in deeper, the sting drawing a fresh tear that slipped silently down my cheek.

Suzi moved her legs inside of my arms and slide down below me so she was benethat me, face to face, body to body.

Her hand cupped my face. "Come on princess, you can do it for me can't you. It's what you wanted, a man's cock fucking you. Making you a real girl. Remember what you did last time, how you got it in. And remember how good it felt to be fucked after."

I nodded, whimpering some more as he pushed in harder and I felt my sphincter stretch to breaking point. I did want this, but I wasn't sure I could take the suffering again.

I calmed my breathing just as she'd told me, tried to open up for him. It was then I felt Suzi's lips on mine, a gentle kiss as the cock finally penetrated into me.

"Fuck you are so tight. God that feels good on my cock." Mike was inside. Unlike Suzi he didn't waste too much time before he started to fuck me.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes screwed shut as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. The shame was suffocating, wrapping around me like a vice, squeezing tighter with every moment. My body screamed at me to stop--to pull away, to end this--but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I had started this. I had chosen this.

After all, this was what I wanted. Wasn't it?

But if I dared to open my eyes, if I let myself imagine how I must look--degraded, exposed, utterly at their mercy--I wasn't sure I could bear it.

The thought of anyone else seeing me like this, of someone from my old life knowing what I had become, sent a fresh wave of shame crashing over me. If they knew, they would be disgusted. They would see me as filthy, twisted, broken.

And yet, I kept going. Because Suzi urged me to. I had to prove myself. I had to be good girl for her. I had to be her perfect, obedient princess.

Even as my body trembled with pain and my mind begged for escape, I pushed through it, swallowing every doubt, every ounce of self-loathing.

I couldn't let her down.

Suzi stroked my cheeks. "Good girl. That's my princess. Such a good girl for mummy."

Clap, plap, clap, plap! My small body was jerking as Mike massive frame slapped into me.

"Unhh! Uhnnhh!" The sounds tore from my throat, raw and breathless, as the air was driven from my lungs. Every impact sent a shockwave through my body, rattling my bones, making my muscles scream in protest. He was so much stronger than me--larger, heavier, an unstoppable force pressing me down, controlling me completely.

I felt so tiny beneath him, fragile in a way that both terrified and thrilled me. My limbs trembled, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. How much more could I take? How much could my frail body endure before it gave out?

And yet, despite the ache, despite the overwhelming weight of him bearing down on me, something deeper kept me there--something that made my fingers dig into the sheets instead of pushing him away.

Then, when it felt like it was all too much, I could feel the orgasm starting again, the pleasure as he hit the same spot Suzi had earlier. My cock started to spring into life. The pain dulled, melting into something deeper, something needful. A slow heat unfurled inside me, turning discomfort into aching pleasure--I craved more. More cock inside of me.

Suzi slipped down the bed further. She managed to wrap her legs around my waist. Her hand slipped down and found my penis and started to stroke it, teasing it back to full stiffness.

"Lower your knees. I want you inside of me princess."

I flattened my legs, our bodies now touching. She unzipped her latex top and freed her bountiful breasts. I immediately took a nipple in my mouth to suckle as she manoeuvred my cock into her warm wet pussy.

Mike was still inside of me. He had momentarily stopped fucking, allowing me to get into a better position for Suzi all while staying inside of me.

I felt my cock slip into Suzi's warm folds. Her pussy gripping my penis tight as it slid into her. For the first time my penis was inside someone else. I wouldn't have wanted anyone but Suzi to be the one I lost my virginity too.

"That's it my lovely, push that pretty little penis as far as you can inside of me. Hmmm that feels good. Nice and snug inside of mummy."

It felt so perfect to be inside of her. Connected like never before. I felt precious, special even. To be taken by these two. I was almost weeping with joy.

Once I was comfortably inside Suzi, Mike resumed his pounding, his hips raising before plunging his cock deep into my ass with all of his weight, pushing us hard into the bed, nearly knocking the air out of my lungs as he did so.

"Unnhh! uhhh. Oh yes fuck me daddy! Fuck your little princess hard!"

With each thrust he wasn't just fucking me, he pushed me hard into Suzi's pussy, making it almost like he was fucking us both at the same time. I didn't have to move, all I had to do was take it.

Suzi's hands tangled in my hair, gripping firmly as she pulled me in. Her lips crashed against mine, parting them with a desperate hunger. Her tongue slid into my mouth, warm and insistent, tasting me, claiming me. Our breaths mingled, hot and ragged, as I melted into her. Drool spilled between us, slick and messy, but neither of us cared. The kiss was deep, feverish--our bodies pressed together, lost in the moment, lost in each other.

A shudder ran through me, deeper than anything I had ever felt, curling around my spine and spreading like liquid fire through my veins. The tension that had been coiling inside me--shame, fear, uncertainty--began to unravel, melting away in the heat of something far greater. My body trembled on the edge of a precipice, teetering between agony and ecstasy.

Mike increased his intensity. I didn't have to move, his thrusts pushing me into Suzi each time.

"Fuck you feel so good. I'm going to cum inside of you princess, fill you up!" Mike called out.

I wanted it. I wanted his cum to fill me, to feel it spurt inside of me. To breed me. For his seed to leak out of my ass. To brand me his.

"Fuck me princess, cum inside of me. That feels so good. I want to feel that little cock squirt out its load into my pussy. You are being such a good girl!"

Suzi's voice was thick with need, each word heavy and uneven as she struggled to steady her breath. She panted, her lips parted, the warm gusts of air washing over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I was so close to her, close enough to see the heat rising in her flushed cheeks, the way her chest heaved with every ragged inhale. Her pupils were blown wide, dark pools of desire, her gaze unfocused yet locked onto me as the pleasure inside her coiled tighter and tighter, building towards something inevitable.

Her fingers twitched against my skin, her body trembling, her breath turning into soft, desperate whimpers as she teetered on the edge, caught in the intoxicating pull of release.

"Oh my god. Oh, oh ohhhhhh!!"

Mike thrust in hard. He was deep inside of me when I felt Mike's cock explode, filling me up with his warm ejaculate. It felt wonderful.

It was that sensation that sent me over the edge to join him. A white-hot explosion, not just of pleasure but of revelation. The last remnants of doubt shattered as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me, drowning me in something pure, something undeniable.

My mind emptied, my body giving itself over completely, surrendering to what I was, what I had always been. Alexa. Not pretending, not playing a role--this was real. This was me.

Below me, Suzi arched her back, her entire body tensing as a deep, guttural moan tore from her throat. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, twisting them in her grip as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her face flushed a deep, burning red, her breath hitching in desperate gasps before spilling out in a sharp, helpless scream.

She writhed beneath me, lost in the raw, overwhelming intensity of it, her body trembling as she surrendered to the moment, utterly undone. I felt a wetness soak over my chest and stomach, and then the bed below.

We lay there in a tangled post orgasmic heap, our bodies pressed together, slick with heat and sweat. The air around us was thick, heavy with the scent of exertion and satisfaction. Our chests rose and fell in a staggered rhythm, the only sound in the room the slowing cadence of our breaths.

I felt trapped between them--not in a way that suffocated, but in a way that anchored me, held me in place while my mind drifted somewhere far away, struggling to process the reality of what had just happened. My skin still tingled, my body still humming with echoes of sensation, but beneath the warmth, something deeper stirred. A quiet, lingering tremor of realisation, of understanding. I had crossed a threshold. There was no going back now.

Finally Mike slipped out of me, causing a leak of cum to dribble out of my abused hole. I reminder that what had happened was real. A man had fucked me.

I pulled away from Suzi, my body trembling, covered with sweat and other bodily fluids. My breath came in shallow gasps, my heart still racing, but beneath the lingering heat of pleasure, something colder was creeping back in slowly.

The reality, the enormity of it, of what I'd just done started to settle over me like a heavy blanket. There was no undoing it. No turning back.

I had been their sissy fuck toy.

Shame curled through me like smoke, tightening around my chest, making me shiver despite the warmth of the room. My hands gripped the sheets, fingers curling into the damp fabric as if I could steady myself against the overwhelming tide of emotions rising inside me.

Suzi caught it instantly.

She shifted beside me, sitting up and wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. Her touch was gentle, grounding.

Suzi's fingers traced gentle patterns along my arm as she pulled me closer, her touch warm, steadying. She murmured soft reassurances, her voice low and honeyed, the same voice she used when calming a nervous client.

"There, there, princess," she cooed, pressing a kiss to my damp temple. "No need for tears. What we had was a lot of lovely fun. And I know you enjoyed yourself, so don't go punishing that pretty little head of yours." Her nails grazed my skin lightly, her tone soothing, almost hypnotic. "You were perfect, sweetheart."

On my other side, Mike shifted, his body heat radiating against me as he moved in closer. His strong hand found my thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, grounding me in the moment. Then, with a quiet confidence, he cupped my chin, tilting my face toward him.

"That was pretty wonderful, Alexa," he murmured, his dark eyes locked onto mine, searching for something--fear, regret, uncertainty. But all I felt was the weight of his presence, the slow, heady pull of his touch. "If that was your first time, you should be very proud."

His thumb brushed against my cheek, and I felt my breath hitch. Suzi's embrace, Mike's touch--they weren't just comforting me. They were claiming me. And somewhere deep inside, past the lingering haze of shame, I realised I wanted to be claimed.

Before I could find the words to respond, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were warm, firm, and when I parted mine, his tongue slid inside, claiming me once more. I could feel his rough stubble on my soft lips. Taste the cigarettes he occasionally smoked. I was kissing a man, a man who'd just fucked me. And I liked it.

Mike's fingers trailed higher up my thigh, stroking, teasing. I felt a warm rush start to come back to my senses.

I turned to Suzi, we locked eyes and she met me with a kiss of her own--deep, full of passion, but something else too. Something like genuine affection and care.

I realised she had pushed me--deliberately, relentlessly. She wanted me to understand what it was like to be her, to be desired, taken, used by men. There were no illusions, no softening the edges. She hadn't sugarcoated it because she knew I could handle it. And I had. For her.

All at once, the shame ebbed away, replaced by something unexpected.

I felt special. Wanted. My connection with Suzi was now so strong. I knew she would protect me, guide me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Like these two would take care of me, whatever happened next.

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