Well it has been sometime since I was able to add to this story for a wide variety of reasons. Not the least of which is the busy summer schedule.
As you will recall I had agreed to go to a Labor Day Weekend Party at the home of Ron, Melissa, and Denise on the Saturday before Labor Day. I was not real excited about going, but since Yvonne had agreed, what the heck.
Ron had asked me to come a little early, around 10:00 AM and help him move some stuff around and then I could shower and change there at his place. He said the party would begin around 1:00 PM. Yvonne was OK with this idea, so I agreed.
When Yvonne and I woke up on the Saturday morning in question it was a bit cloudy and rather windy. It looked like it was going to be a nice day. We had a "little" breakfast, just some coffee and fruit, and showered and got ready to go to Ron's. I was wearing some jeans and a T-shirt, while Yvonne was already in her party outfit, or so I thought. She was wearing a pair of shorts and some platform wedge shoes, with a little top. I also packed some shorts and a shirt to change into at Ron's.
We left the apartment complex and got to Ron's just a few minutes before 10:00. When I got there Ron was hard at work, so I jumped right in. I started to help him set-up some tables and chairs, put out some patio candle lights that he said he would light to help keep the bugs away, and did other odds and ends. He told me he was having the event catered and so there wouldn't be the food and drinks to hassle with. He said the caterer was to be there about noon to set up, so I didn't think too much about not seeing any food or anything being prepared. We worked hard for a couple of hours and I was dripping sweat when we finished.
Ron suggested I go and get showered and he would wait for the caterer's to arrive. I agreed. I got my clothing and went to the guest bedroom where they said I could get ready, since it had its own bathroom. Yvonne came up and said she would take my stinky dirty clothes to the car as I showered. I jumped in the shower; it felt great on my hot and sweaty body. I was only in the shower for a few moments, when I heard the bedroom door. I called out to Yvonne about how quick she was in getting my stuff to the car and making it back.
Ron responded to me, "Its not Yvonne." It was then I knew this was not going to be a normal day.
I was startled, and a great deal puzzled. Ron then explained. Ron went on to tell me how, there was a bit of lie in what he had told me about the party. Yes the party was beginning about 1:00, but only for me, the rest of the guests were not arriving until about 6:30. The caterer's were here, but only to set-up and the food would be arriving much later.
I then asked, "What are you talking about?"
With that Ron said that he, Melissa, Yvonne and Denise had all been planning this party. It was going to be attended by a lot of their "alternative life style" friends, and I was going to be attending as Michelle.
I protested, and said no way. Ron then explained, I had no choice as all of my clothes were gone out to the car, and besides I was out numbered, 4 to 1. With that he opened the bedroom door and in walked the three ladies. There I am standing in the shower, with 4 people who had joined the group standing there together looking at me.
Yvonne then spoke. Yvonne said, "Honey, I love you, and I want you to have some fun tonight like you have never had before. We are leaving you in the good hands of Denise and she is going to take complete care of getting you ready for the party. You should do what ever she has planned; I know you will love it when it is all over and done with." With that she came up and gave me a kiss and ran her tongue deep into my mouth. When she had finished Melissa did the same.
Ron then said, "Well, I don't want to be left out", and did the same.
Ron, Melissa and Yvonne then walked out leaving me there with Denise.
Let me tell you about Denise. She was 19, but only one week away from her 20th birthday. She was also about 5' 8" tall and probably about 130 #. She was very attractive and had done some modeling work in Chicago and would draw the eye of any guy. She had black hair that fell half way to her waist. She was indeed a "real looker."
As the others left, Denise said, "Well it is now time to get Michelle ready for the big party. We can do this easily, or we can make it tough. Which shall it be?"
Without thinking, I said, "Easy of course."
Denise then said she was happy to hear that. She then asked me to step out of the shower, and since I was dripping wet that was good. She then handed me a bottle and told me to begin rubbing it all over my body, to include my genital area. She went to my back and did the same, from my neck all the way to my feet. The stuff smelled terrible.
Denise went on to explain, that it was OK, and in 15 minutes I would wash it all off, along with my hair. Sure enough, 15 minutes later, I stepped back into the shower, and the hair began to disappear. As I was scrubbing the hair off of my front Denise stepped into the shower, completely naked and began scrubbing my back. In a few moments, I was done.
We stepped out of the shower and dried off, and Denise said it was time to get me ready, but first she needed to do something, and she led me to the bed and told me to lie down. As soon as I was on the bed she began to tie me to the four bedposts. She then told me she needed to do something while she dried her hair, so I could just get comfortable. With that she plugged her hair dryer into an extension and crawled on top of me. What a multi-talented girl, drying her hair and rising and falling on my erect male organ all at once. Every time I would get near exploding, she would stop. This lasted about 20 minutes or so, and finally she announced her hair was dry enough for now.
She then dismounted me, and slid up and positioned herself on my face and told me to get busy. Once she had reached a climax she untied me.
Denise said we needed to get dressed as we had some things to accomplish this afternoon. She told me to follow her; there was no one else in the house. We walked to her bedroom, and she handed me a pair of her panties, a pair of white shorts, and a pair of white edge platform shoes. She instructed me to put them on, which I did. Next, Denise took a set of full sized artificial breasts, and started applying some adhesive to them. She positioned them on my chest, and in just a few moments, I had full breasts. No bra and no padding. These particular breasts had a full set of huge erect nipples. She then handed me a little T-shirt to wear. The nipples showed through and were sure to draw attention to them.
Denise then applied just a bit of make-up to me, and dressed in a similar style herself. With that she instructed me to follow her. We went down the stairs and out the front door and walked to her car, a little sports convertible, with the top down. My hair was rather long by now, so she had simply pulled it back into a pony tale through a baseball cap. Off we rode to where I do not know.
In about 20 minutes or so we pulled into the parking lot of a small strip mall. We got out of the car and headed to a beauty salon. When we walked in there were a number of ladies getting their hair and nails done. One particular lady came up to us and introduced herself as Cheryl.
Denise spoke up and said how glad she was she could help us out. She went on to say how I was the special gal that needed some help getting ready for a big party that night.
Cheryl responded, "Don't worry, when you see her next, you will not recognize her." With that Denise left, and I was standing there with Cheryl.
Cheryl then told me she had a big day planned for me, and they were going to start with a manicure and pedicure, and then they would get my hair and make-up ready for the party.
So there I was sitting in this beauty salon with all of the other girls getting a manicure and pedicure. It was a bit nerve racking to say the last. When they were finished it was after 3:00 pm, and I had the perfect manicured nails. Both my toenails and my new long, very long, fingernails had been polished a very bright red.
Cheryl then said it was time for my hair as it was getting late. To make a long story short, they colored my hair, put in some highlights, cut it and curled it. When it was all done, it was a very natural looking light brown, with some very blond highlights, and a ton of hair spray used to hold everything in place. Everyone said the hair looked like a model in a fashion magazine.
Next was make-up. I couldn't see what was being done, but I knew it had to be something special, as it took forever.
I was then led to a little office, and it was nearly 5:30 PM. There was Denise and Yvonne. Both were looking great. I had never seen Yvonne look so good before. She had also had her hair and make-up done and was dressed in a tight little tube dress and was wearing a pair of 4" heels. Since she was only 5'5" tall and very slim she made my heart pound. Denise was dressed in a black satin pant suit, which resembled a tuxedo. The top however was backless and had a halter style. She was wearing a pair of 5" heels and was looking about 4" taller than Yvonne, which at the time didn't mean much to me.
Now I was still wearing the shorts I had worn earlier, and a little tie top the salon had me put on, and a pair of slippers. Denise then handed me some hangers and a bag that I could tell were shoes. She said I should dress and they would wait outside.
The first thing I did was look in the bag. Inside was a pair of little white panties with pink flowers on them. I stepped into them and tucked my "little" tool deep between my legs, wearing the gaff they had also provided me. The only other thing in the bag was a pair of pink stiletto heels, about 4" in height. I did not step into them at this time.
I opened the clothing bag and inside was something that sort of relieved me. It was a pant suit. The pants were white, and very loose fitting, the top was also white but had pink flowers that matched the flowers on the panties. The top was also a long tunic halter style with a very high front that fully covered my new breasts, and the back was open almost all the way to my waist. When the top was on, it hung all the way to a point 6" above the top of my knees. I stepped into my heels and immediately knew it would be difficult walking in these shoes for long. After I was completely dressed I opened the door and stepped out. Yvonne and Denise said nothing; they could not believe how good I looked. Finally, Denise turned to Cheryl and said, you have made a beautiful woman here. Yvonne finally came up to me and hugged me and said she was jealous. It was now just a bit before 6:00 and Denise said it was time to go. She told Cheryl to put the charge on her mother's bill.
As we walked out of the salon, we looked like three beautiful women. We walked toward the parking lot and I was wondering how we were all going to get to Denise's when I was hit with another surprise.
There sat a big black limo next to Denise's car. As we approached the car, the back door opened and out stepped a guy named Wes. Wes was dressed in a nice tux. When I saw Wes, I had no idea what to think. He was about 6'9" tall and probably weighed 350#, a huge man.
Denise introduced Yvonne and me to Wes and we all chatted for a moment. Denise then filled me in on the plan.
Denise said, "You are going to be Wes's date tonight, Yvonne is my date. So you will ride with Wes in his limo and Yvonne and I will see you at the party."
With that Denise and Yvonne turned and began to walk away. Yvonne turned and blew me a kiss and said, "Take care sweetie, I love you."
Wes then took my hand and squeezed in firmly, but gentle and said, "Well I guess we had better get going as well, we have a couple of stops to make before we get to the party."
With that we climbed in the back seat of the limo and headed off. Our first stop was a liquor store. We both walked inside and began shopping for a nice bottle of wine to take to the host and hostess of the party. What made it interesting in the wine store was first of all Wes's idea of a nice bottle of wine started at about $50.00, way above my taste level. Second, Wes talked to me in a loud voice and called me by the name Michelle, honey, sweetie, baby and babe. It was a bit difficult to deal with in some ways. Third, he had me walking all through the store in my outfit, breaking in the new heels. Wes finally made his selection and we walked back to the limo.
Next we stopped to pick up some flowers for the party, not much of an ordeal there.
Wes then we had one more stop to make. We went to an "adult novelty" store. As we were about to get out of the car Wes said, "Take off your pants."
I looked at him and said, "What?"
He responded, "I said take off your pants, or I will take them off for you."
I became scared, but knew I was no match for him, and so I slipped the pants off.
We then got out of the limo and began walking to the store. There I was 4" heels, no hosiery, and a little bare back halter style top that was 6" above my knees. As we walked into the store every eye looked at me, but no one was going to mess with me, not as long as I was with Wes.
We looked around some; finally Wes bought a pair of handcuffs with pink fur on them, a black riding crop, some lubricant, and a gag. As we were walking out of the store, he said, I think you will find the rest of the night very interesting.
We approached the car, and I crawled in. He then handed me the bag, and began to walk toward the rear of the car. The trunk opened and he picked out another bag. He then crawled into the limo, told the driver we were ready to go to the party, and closed the privacy divider between the driver and us.
He then took my left leg in his hand and lifted it and began to rub my leg and thigh. I sat there not saying a word, not knowing what to think. He then took my hand and placed it in his crotch area; I could feel a huge erection. Bigger than anything I had ever dreamed of having.
Wes then slipped my shoe off of my foot, and reached in the bag he had retrieved from the trunk. He pulled out a pair of shoes. Simple white open toed sandals with a single strap across the toe area, and a single strap for around the ankle. There was nothing drastic, except the 6" heel, with no platform. He slipped the shoe on my foot and buckled the strap, then did the same on my right foot. Just sitting, I could already feel the strain on my calves. It was now nearly 7:00 as we were pulling into the driveway of Ron's. There were a lot of cars, and it was obvious the limo was not getting any closer.
The car stopped, Wes opened the door and Wes said time to get out. We got out of the car and we were going to have to walk about 200 yards up the driveway, which had a rather steep slope, especially in 6" heels. The driver's window came down slightly, and Wes handed the driver some money and said, I'll see you in the morning.
We then turned and were about to start walking when Wes told me to hold my hands out in front of myself. Of course I complied. He then took the handcuffs placed them on my wrist, and told me to start walking. As I took my first step I felt the pain of the riding crop on my bottom.
Wes then remarked, I hope you enjoyed that, you will be getting plenty of those between now and tomorrow morning when I turn you back over to Denise and Yvonne.
I was terrified, we walked up the driveway, and I would receive a slap from the riding crop about every 20 yards or so. By the time I got to the top of the driveway me feet were killing me already, but the party was just beginning, it was going to be a long night, I guess you will have to wait and see.