A Night Out With The Girls



“Mickey, why don’t you come over and comb my hair for me?” She said drawing me closer to her. As I then stood behind her and began to run the comb through her hair I could feel myself getting more and more lost in her hair. She began telling me how easy it was to get lost in it. How soft it was, how thick and how deep. Her perfume began to filter up and around my entire head, losing me more under her spell. The comb began to get heavier and heavier in my hand until I couldn’t hold it anymore and it fell to the floor. I just stood there staring into her hair and smelling her perfume. She then laughed and suggested that I bend over and smell her hair and feel it on my face. By this time I was so mindless that I could not resist her. I bent over and began to brush my face with her hair. She then talked about my getting lost in it. And how I was becoming mindless and stupid and weak.

“That’s it, Mickey. Just let your mind become blank. Just get lost in my hair. You’re getting trapped there, Mickey. You are getting lost. Deeper and deeper. You can’t escape. You are lost in my hair. That’s it.. Just get lost, mindless, stupid and weak. That’s it…”

I was now so weak and under her control that when she told me to take off my clothes I found it to be something that I had to do. I stripped naked. She wheeled around and made me look deeply into her eyes. She laughed at me as she began to caress me, making me very, very hard. I was falling deeper and deeper under her spell. I was lost. She told me that I would do anything that she told me to. And I agreed. She then asked me if I wanted to be a girl. And she made me beg for her to turn me into a girl.

“That’s it, Mickey. You will do anything and everything that I tell you. That’s it. You’re under my spell my pet. You are under my hypnotic spell. Now, wouldn’t you like me to turn you into my lesbian slave? Hmmmm? How would that be for me to lose you in softness and make you my lesbian girl slave? Would you like that my pet?”

And I begged her to to do it. At that point she made me kiss her love canal. She pushed my face to her soft patch and I began to kiss her magic place with my lips over and over again. She kept telling me how she was going to turn me into a girl and make me her slave. I was getting harder and harder as she spoke. Her body began to tremble greatly as she then found my lips to be bringing her to that point of explosion. She laughed at me with how she had so easily now made me her slave and she told me that she was going to lose me forever in softness. And with that, her hips jerked upwards and her back arched with her exploding before me.



Sitting back into the chair she then told me to crawl into the closet with her. I did so. Once in there she then bound me to the wall rings. My hands and feet now could not move to protect me. I was completely at her mercy. She laughed at me again and told me how she was going to make me really beg to be turned into a girl. All that Diane was wearing was a black sattin nightie to the crotch. She then turned around and put on this full length silver fox fur, in dark smoke grey, with an oversized shawl collar and large bell sleeves. She then turned around and began laughing at me as she then began to caress my C over and over. She was telling how soft the fur is.

“Soft, isn’t it, Mickey. So soft. That’s it. Get lost in it, Mickey. You’re getting lost in the fur. It’s making you so hard. That’s right. You’re getting hard Mickey. You’re getting trapped by the fur. The fur has you trapped there on the wall. That’s right. Now, Mickey… Beg me.. Do you really want to be a girl? Hmmmm? Do you? I could put this coat on you. And that would make you a girl forever… Would you like that? Tell me Mickey…” And she laughed at me again as my body was trembling and shaking as she continued to tease my C.

I began whining and begging her to turn me into a girl. I was shaking and so lost under the spell of the fur, and her, that I was begging her to turn me into a girl. She then instructed to beg her in a girl’s voice. And I changed the tone of my voice to be higher, softer and a little lustier. She smiled and then laughed and told me how soft I was becoming. How I was becoming like the fur, soft and weak and feminine. I agreed with her and told her that I was feeling somewhat feminine. Laughing, she asked me if I would like to put the fur on. I told yes. She warned me that if I put it on that I would become trapped in it. I would become lost in the softness. And that there was no going back once I did that. I would be trapped forever. And she laughed again. I couldn’t help it. I was mad with desire. I was so mindless that I could only think of looking pretty for Diane and putting the coat on and becoming her girl slave. I begged her again to let me wear it.

Laughing, she then began rubbing the front of my body with the fur. I was moaning and begging her to please let me wear it. She then backed away from me and slowly undid my fastenings and let me stand before her. Swirling around the coat teased my C as she moved. She laughed again as she took the coat and put it on me. Once on, she then pulled the fur collar up around my face and laughed at me as my eyes then went out of focus and I stood there before her, totally in a deep trance.

“Now don’t you look feminine. Ah! What shall we call you, honey? I know. We’ll call you Melissa! That’s it. Melissa. How does that sound?” She giggled as she stood there.

“That sounds wonderful Mistress.” I returned.

And she then made me walk around the closet with MY beautiful ladies fur on. I began to sway when I walked. I was lost under her spell. She then led me out into the other room and inspected me. My hair was pulled back in a pony tail behind my back. She then undid my poney tail, letting my middle of the back hair fall around my shoulders. She then inspected my legs for hair, and my arms. Neither had a hair on them. And then she looked at my crotch to make sure that it was hairless too. It was. She then pulled the coat around me and began to caress my penis with it.



“Feeling soft, Melissa? Feeling lost and trapped in the fur, dear?” And her laughter rang throughout the room.

I could only nod. She then laughed and took me into the other room and began putting my hair up in curlers. And then she applied my makeup. Once done with this she sprayed perfume all over my body and put drop earings on me, and a long black cameo around my neck. And then there were the bangle bracelets. She remarked how soft and pretty I was looking. And she made a point to call me Melissa throughout the experience.

From there she led me into the room and dressed me in a red sattin garter with black silk stockings. Then a black sattin bra and a hot pink chemise. Then she got out some 4″ black leather heels and put them on my feet. And then she put the coat back on me and took my hair down and combed it out. The large soft curls fell around my face and shoulders. Every time that I would move my hair would caress my face, putting me deeper and deeper under her trance. I was lost to her. She asked me how I felt and I told her that I was lost in the softness. And she laughed.

She then directed me to model my pretty clothes for her as she snapped pictures of me. And I strolled around the room extending this leg and that one as I pulled the fur around me and became more and more a girl with each step. I was so lost under her spell that I truly had become Melissa. She then took me back into the bathroom and sat me down in front of the mirror and closed and locked the door telling me to look deeply at myself and to tease myself into exploding at least once, if not more. And the door closed with her moving about outside the room.

As I sat there I looked into the mirror and obeyed Mistress’s request I stroked my C with the fur over and over. The image of the person in the mirror was that of a girl. My ruby red lips, the light blush on my cheeks, the drop earings in the shape of a heart hanging from ears. And the cameo around my neck. I was a soft and lovely girl. My long hair spilled around my shoulders in very large and soft curls, caressing my face as I moved my head. I continued to caress my C over and over. The more that I caressed my C, the more that I knew that the image in the mirror was truly a girl. That I was a girl. And the more that I stroked my C, the more that I felt that I was stoking my clit!!!



Outside of the bathroom I could hear Diane on the phone laughing and talking with Annette, one of her girlfriends. Then later it was Charlene, and then it was Shannon. During the conversations I could hear her tell them about how she had really finally done it. How she had turned me into a girl. In each conversation they must not have believed her because she told them that she really had done it, and that she even had pictures. Each conversation ended with Diane inviting Annette, Charlene and Shannon over to see how well she had done with me. I was so excited at this that I exploded in front of me and my body jerked as I looked at the girl in the mirror experiencing her first orgasm! And I dried myself off and began again to tease myself, as Mistress had instructed me to.

I could hear Diane moving around the room outside. I could hear the music playing something erotic on the turntable in the corner, and hear her laughter as she heard me move inside the bathroom. Her movements, and the image of myself in the mirror, began to get me so hard again that my body began to tremble and I began to say out loud that I was a girl. I moaned and exploded a second time with my saying out loud in a rather loud voice that I was a girl and Diane’s slave. I could then hear laughter in the other room.

Finally, after almost an hour, the door opened. And I was truly hypnotized!!! In front of me stood Diane wearing this hot pink sattin jumpsuit with black 5″ heels, and a black Lynx coat that came to the knees. Her hair was falling softly around her shoulders with the curls gently framing her face. Her eyes were done severely with dark shadow above on the lids. She then told me to look at her and then into her eyes. She asked me who I was. I replied that I was Melissa. And she then told me to get out of the bathroom and follow her. As I stepped in front of her she then began to tease my C with the fur of her coat as she made me look into her eyes. I became very, very hard as I fell deeper under her spell. She laughed as she could feel me get hard. She told me that she wanted to make sure that I was ready for our guests. And I got even harder. Taking a c-ring out of her pocket she placed it around my C and turned it tightly. Suddenly I felt trapped with my C being hard and that I no longer could control myself. She then began again teasing me with her fur. My C got harder and harder, but I could not release. I was beckoming so totally mindless that I no longer knew where I was. And she continued to tease me, making me look into her deep eyes.

It was about five minutes later that we heard a knock at the door. Diane led me to the couch and made me sit on the floor by her at the end of the couch. And she told the girls to come in. The door opened and there were three very sexily dress young ladies, their hair falling around their shoulders, all dressed in soft and full dresses. They immediately looked at me and began laughing and giggling. One by one they told me how much better I looked and how they just knew that I would behave now. And they laughed again at me as they walked over and sat down on the couch opposite the one that Mistress Diane was on.



Getting up she told me to ‘stay’ and walked over to the girls sitting on the couch. She showed them my pictures that Diane had taken just before with me. The girls all laughed and talked about what a good job Diane had done with me. They told her how proud they were of her. And how they were sure that she would love having me as her slave instead of her husband. And they loved how she had changed me into a girl. But there were a bit skeptical about whether Diane really had control over me or not.
Diane said that I would do whatever she asked me to. And Charlene and Shannon just couldn’t believe that.

So Diane then came back over to where I was kneeling and she told me first to bend down and kiss her feet, to worship her feet. As I did this the girls began to laugh and say how nice it was that Diane could make me do that. Bu they still seemed to doubt that I had been made her prisoner. So Diane had me stand up in front of her. She told me to look into her eyes. As she did this she began to caress my C over and over telling me to get lost in the softness. Her perfume, my perfume, her hair, her eyes, and the fur were too much for me. I was getting harder and harder. I was about to explode. Laughing, Diane asked me if I wanted to masturbate for her? I begged her to let me masturbate. She reminded me that I would have to do it right here in front of the girls. But that she was sure that I would do it if she asked me to. I told her that I would. And she then took the c-ring off of me and told me to sit on the floor in front of the girls and to masturbate myself to exploding. As I sat down the girls began making comments about how nice my hair looked and how soft I was. They told me that I looked so helpless there stroking my C. As I listened to their words and looked at their hair, their eyes, and their clothes, I became harder and harder. I began to moan, at which time the girls then began making fun of me for being so soft and feminine. I got all the harder as they then began talking about how I was going to learn what it was like to be a woman now. And with that, the fur on my C, I exploded onto a towel that had been placed on the floor.

I sat there saying that I was a girl, my name was Melissa, and that I was Diane’s slave as my body cooled down from my release. And the girls then laughed at me, and told Diane that they were convinced. That she had truly taken over my being and turned me into her slave. And they loved it. But Diane wasn’t through. She then told me to get up on my knees and to lift Charlene’s dress and to kiss her magic spot. I pushed my head between Charlene’s legs and felt her soft thighs on my cheeks as I began to kiss her there. Charlene was getting hotter and hotter as she laughed at me, and the other girls made fun of how lost I was. While I was down there doing that, Diane then walked up behind me and inserted her toy. I was lost in the pleasure of the moment and I brough Charlene to bliss and I was embaressed and humiliated into becoming hard again.



Then, with her toy still there, Diane then instucted me to do the same with Annette and Shannon. I obeyed. When I was done, the girls were leaning back on the couch smiling, giggling and telling Diane that she hoped that she would share me, Melissa, in the future. Diane told them that she would of course share me with them, all the time. And all four of the girls then laughed at how I had become their slave. Diane then had me serve the wine to all of them as they talked about me and how they were going to use me at the store to wait on the gay guests that would come in from time to time, and how they were going to use me at parties to please the guests. They were all a buzz.

Once the wine was served I was instructed to kneel a the corner of the couch on the opposite side of the room as Diane and the girls then finished talking. She turned around once and told me to play with myself, and they all laughed when I began to caress my C with the fur. They went on talking.

After about 30 minutes Diane turned to me and watched me for moment as I knelt there playing with myself slowly. She told me to come and lie on the floor in front of the couch. I did as she told me. As I lay there, the girls all gathered around me, one at each limb. They began using Diane’s fur, which she had taken off, to tease me over and over. My c-ring was back on and their hair was falling around their faces as they looked down at me, laughed at me, teased me, and taunted me with how lost I was, how I was trapped and how I was never going to be masculine again. How I was going to be a girl and their slave. I was getting harder and harder. I couldn’t release because of the c-ring. But I was getting harder and harder. I was trembling greatly as they continued to tease me. I finally began begging them to keep me a girl and their slave. I begged them over and over to please never let me go back to being a man. I begged them to lose me in softness forever. And they continued to laugh at me. I was begging them. I was talking in a girl’s voice and was becoming more and more feminine with each passing second. I could feel my mind changing and that I was so lost and trapped that I no longer felt like a man in any way shape or form. I felt like a woman. Like I was one of them, and yet not. That I was one of them in that I was a girl, but that I was not one of them in that I was their slave. I was lost.

They continued to tease me over and over, with me begging more and more to always be allowed to be their girl slave. And they continued to tell me that they had no plans of ever letting be anything other than their girl slave. Finally, they took the c-ring off of me and teased me to the point of exploding. They then dried me off and began again with the teasing. They brought me to the point of exploding there three times. And by the last time I was so much their slave that I would do anything that they might ask. Their slightest wish was my command.



Diane then had me please each of the girls again and then they sat around again and talked while I played with myself in the corner. The evening ended with the girls looking at me and telling me that they would expect me at the store tomorrow evening at 6:00 pm, dressed and ready to serve. Diane told them that she would definitely have me there. And they walked out.

Diane then sprayed me with perfume again and took off her jumpsuit and made me please her with my lips for the next several hours.

After we were through she then led me into the bedroom and got out a nightie for me to wear to bed. She then led me to the bed and tied me down, hand and foot. Taking a large Ostrich feather duster she then began to tease me over and over. She made me explode twice then as she conditioned me more and more that I was a girl and her slave. And I truly was.

The next day for work I wore women’s under clothes, including a bra under my outer garments. I was to call Diane at noon, in a girl’s voice and tell her how I felt during th day. And then I was to wait for her to pick me up and take me home to get ready for the night. I told her that I would do as she told me.

Well, that’s the story of my night with the girls. If there are any Ladies out there who would be interested in discussing this I certainly would like to hear from you. I hope everyone enjoyed this little story. It’s all true, and I’ve been looking for a Lady ever since to allow me to experience this life again. Be Well….

The End


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