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TV NUDISTMy name is Clinton Crayle, and I’m a very different kind of Private Eye. I specialize in untangling the kinky sex problems of the very rich. My fee is One Thousand Dollars a Day, and I’m seldom out of work. My clients know that my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you’re rich and in a jam, come to my office. Harold Belt did…. “Mr. Belt,” I said, “Your problem sounds interesting. Blackmail from a professional Dominatrix is, fortunately, rare. But from what you’ve told me, it’s very real in your case.” “I guess I was a fool to write her all those letters,” He sighed, drawing a cigarette from a gold case. “All my innermost fantasies, in my own handwriting. But I thought she could be trusted….” “Most mistresses can be,” I said, “this woman, this what’s-her-name….” “Carla.” Belt lighted his cigarette with a flick of a very expensive lighter. “Carla Dare, my – my Dominatrix for over a year.” “What I’m wondering,” I went on, “Is why you haven’t tried to get the letters yourself, or hired some other, less expensive, P. I. to get them for you.” “I have,” He said, “But Carla seems to have a fool-proof set-up where she’s living now. There’s no way I can get close to her without her knowing it. And the last detective I hired quit the case without even telling me why. He just handed me his incomplete report and told me that even if he found out where the letters were hidden, he wouldn’t be able to get to them. I knew then that the man I hired would have to be the best in the business – You””Thanks,” I smiled. “Now let me see that report while you fill me in on this fool-proof set-up.” Harold Belt explained. And as he spoke, I realized why no one could get close to Carla Dare without her knowing about it in advance. I also figured out why she’d waited until May to start her blackmail and had set September as the deadline for Belt to pay her a cool Million. I took the case. And started preparing for a visit to Carla. At the Sunny Acres Nudist Camp. It’s not easy getting into a place like Sunny Acres. You have to be recommended by a current member, have your own camper, provide references, pay dues and abide by some strict rules. Fortunately, I have some good connections and Harold Belt provided me with a generous expense account. In less than a week, I was driving my rented mobile camper through the woods of upstate New York and into an assigned camping spot at Sunny Acres. “You’ll find the water and electric hook ups over there,” The Director told me. He was a healthy looking man, just over middle aged, wearing nothing but sneakers and a suntan. “The showers are right next to the General Store, where we also run a Post Office,” He went on, “Mac – that’s the big fellow down at the gate – he runs mail out to the Post Box, and he’ll fetch things from town, if you should need anything.” “Sounds good,” I tried to act casual, talking to this naked man. “You’ll find us rather liberal here,” The Director continued, “Some Nudist Camps are pretty strict about young people having a good time, but we feel that as long as it’s consenting adults – uh, you are an adult, aren’t you Mr. Crayle?” “Sure am,” I answered, “Twenty-eight last January.” I’m used to that question. My youthful looks and longish hair have often let me pass for a much younger man. “Well, we feel that as long as you don’t do anything really raunchy out in public, or don’t force yourself on others, you shouldn’t have any restrictions here that you wouldn’t have, say, in a Single’s Bar. There’s only two rules that we enforce strictly.””First, as long as the temperature stays above Sixty Degrees, you have to be naked when you leave this camper. Shoes are okay, but no swim trunks or anything like that. This place is a camp for Nudists, and anyone who can’t accept that can just – well, you understand.” “Sure,” I smiled to hide my uneasiness. “What’s the other rule?””Well, a few years back, some blue-noses passed a law that places like ours have to provide separate hygiene facilities for men and women, and that includes showers. Now not every camper is as nice as yours, Mr. Crayle, so a lot of folks use those showers. And you’d be surprised how often some guy will try to get a peek into the Women’s showers. You sure wouldn’t think you’d have a problem like that at a Nudist Camp, but I guess it’s a case of forbidden fruit looking sweeter. Anyway, a thing like that could cost us our license, so we have an attendant at the Lady’s Shower twenty-four hours a day. Any man who tries to sneak in there gets thrown out of Camp. Immediately. Well,” he seemed unsure of how to go on. “I guess that’s it. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Crayle.” And he left. Alone, I undressed and pondered the situation. If Carla Dare was living here, as Harold Belt had told me, she certainly did have an interesting set-up No one Could come onto the property without her knowing about it, so she’d know who to watch out for. I imagined that she’d check out newcomers like myself pretty closely. And it certainly would be hard to sneak Burglary Tools around in a Nudist Camp. This wasn’t going to be an easy case, I reflected. Well, the first thing was obviously to find Carla Dare and get some idea of what I was up against. Feeling shy and uncomfortable, I slipped the keys to my camper onto a chain around my neck, took off the last of my clothes, and put on a pair of sandals. Here goes nothing, I thought, as I walked out onto the grounds. It was odd at first, walking around like that. There were few people about, since it was getting on toward evening, so I felt rather awkward and isolated, as though people were staring at my nakedness from somewhere. My pale skin did set me off from the crowd, and a few young girls pointed at my white bottom and giggled. I tried to act casual, but my stomach fluttered inside me and I kept fighting back a blush. I soon reached the general store, however, and got a stroke of luck. As I entered, I heard a woman complaining to the attendant. “Damnit it anyway! Mac couldn’t get into today, and you folks can’t even sell beer. How’s a lady supposed to get a drink around here?” I looked at the tall, dark-haired woman, with her firm, high breasts, long legs and ripe ass and I recognized her immediately as Carla Dare from Harold Belt’s description. I wasted no time taking advantage of this chance. “Excuse me,” I smiled, “Maybe I can help.”She turned and looked at me, mistrust in her eyes. Then, she grinned. “Well, a Cotton-tail. And who might you be?” As her eyes swept over me, I felt myself covered by the blush I’d been fighting. Her amusement at my paleness was very disconcerting. Nonetheless, I pushed on. “Err- -Clinton Crayle’s my name. I just got in this afternoon, and it -uh- it happens I have a g-good supply of Spirits in my trailer if you’d care to….. to… er….” This was Silly I felt so shy and awkward. Me, who’d given smooth lines to dozens of girls before, now stammering such a crude proposition to this amused naked lady.”Hmmm”, She smiled, “You certainly don’t waste time, do you Mr. Crayle.” She pretended to hesitate, and I wondered if she was torn between a mistrust of strangers and the need for a drink. Somehow, she didn’t look like muff of a drinker to me. But she surprised me by saying: “Well, I really shouldn’t. But I guess there’s no harm if I just drop by for a drink. Shall we say in about an hour, Mr. Crayle?” “Call me Clint,” I said, “I’m in lot Thirteen, Miss Da..-Miss, uh?” “Carla Dare,” She seemed not to have noticed my near-slip. “See you in an hour – Clint”.I felt a little better as I walked back to my trailer. This was my chance to get close to my quarry, to find out what kind of person she was, and, perhaps, get a lead on those letters. I was nearing my trailer when an odd voice broke in on my thoughts. “Hi there. New in town?” It was a tall, slender man, fairly young, his hair as blonde as mine. A black man, slightly shorter but more muscular, walked with him. Something about the pair seemed a little off key somehow. “Err- Hello”, I said, embarrassed all over again. “I-uh- just got in today. Clinton Crayle is my name.” “Just call me Art,” the blonde man said. He shook my hand with an odd, caressing touch. “And this,” he gestured to the black man, “Is Roger.” “Charmed, I’m sure,” Roger’s voice was surprisingly soft. And his handshake was delicate and lingering. “Art and I have the camper next to yours,” he smiled, “We’re roomier.” “Why not drop over tonight, Clinton?” Art asked, “Roger and I just love company.” Somehow, he was eyeing me just as Carla had. I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment at my nudity. “Uh, that-that would be nice,” I said, “But I’m afraid I have someone coming over tonight. A-er- lady.” Roger’s lip curled faintly. “Well,” he said, “Some other time, then. Good day.” As the two men walked to their trailer, I thought I saw them holding hands. What a narrow escape that was. Back inside my luxurious camper, I checked the tape deck, fluffed up pillows on the bed, and made sure the portable refrigerator was chilling the wine. I set out some crackers and pate and took a quick shower, drying off and powdering myself with talc. I wanted Carla to be impressed with me. There was a rap at my door. “Coming”, I called. Naked, I padded across the thick carpet and opened the door. And got something of a surprise. Carla was standing there fully dressed. “Well?” She smiled at the shock on my face. “Aren’t you going to invite a Lady in?” Not waiting for an answer, she swept in.”Oh, it’s lovely.”I had a chance to get over my surprise and take a closer look at her now. she was wearing an elegant black gown, gathered at the neck, shoulderless, with a very low cut back. Silk stockings, high heels, jewelry and a rather large purse completed her outfit. “How did you…?” I stammered, “That is…I thought you’d be…” “Naked as a Jaybird?” She smiled, “Well, that’s hardly the way for a demure little lady to come calling on a man she’s just met. I carried these things over in this bag and put them on in the shadows outside. But I think you look simply charming. Mmmm, smell nice too.” “Excuse me, while I slip into something,” I started. “Oh no you don’t.” Carla was still smiling but there was a firm undertone to her words. “As long as I’m the guest here, I want you just as you are.””But…but I feel kind of funny this way. I mean, with you dressed and all.” “Nonetheless,” She stated, “If you want my company here, you’ll stay naked. If you put on as much as a slipper, I’m leaving.” “Well,” I didn’t want to lose this chance. “I guess if you put it that way, I can’t get dressed.””Fine,” She said, “Now show me about the place. Then you can serve me some wine.” She seemed impressed by the luxury of my camper. “How nice. You even have a shower. I have to use the Camp shower facility. Oh, and a wet bar”.As she toured through the small trailer, I noticed that she examined things rather closely. My closets, lockers, even my refrigerator, all got a thorough once-over. As if she were looking for something. I wondered now, just who was checking out whom. It occurred to me that perhaps her complaint in the General Store had been just a come-on. A trick to get a closer look at the new-comer, me. Was it possible -that this striking woman was a lot sharper than I’d thought? But she soon relaxed and let me pour her some wine. “You look so cute, serving like that”, She giggled, “You should have a little apron”. “I’d be glad to wear anything right now,” I said, “My feet are getting cold.””Hmmm,” She considered, “I suppose I should let you wear something.” “I’d be very grateful,” I urged. “But you know,” She went on, “I can’t be too careful. I mean, a woman alone with a man, in his rooms, after you’ve seen me nude. I’m afraid that the wrong clothes might make you – oh, how shall I put it? – too masculine and aggressive. I wouldn’t want you to force your attentions on me, after all.” “I’ll gladly wear anything that will make you feel safe.” “Word of honor?” She teased. “Word of honor,” I confirmed. “Very well, then,” To my surprise, Carla reached into her purse. “Put this on.”It was a lacy white apron. Before I could say a word, she was behind me, tying it around my waist, securing the apron strings with an elaborate bow. “Carla”‘ I winced, “What is this? That’s awfully tight.””No buts. put them on. And the shoes, too or I leave this instant.” Reluctantly, I pulled the dark stockings on. They molded themselves to my legs, hiding the trace of masculine hair there. Then Carla squeezed my feet into her five-inch heels, tightening the straps herself. “Nice,” She said. “The heels give a very sexy swish to your walk. Move around some for me.” “Well it’s such a tiny thing,” She explained, “It can barely fit around even this slender waist of yours. There, I think that’s charming.” I didn’t. I felt awful in the frivolous thing. It seemed to be a mere nothing of white nylon lace, and the bow in the back called attention to my bare rump beneath it. In front, it barely hung low enough to cover my privates. “Carla, must I wear this?” I complained. “You certainly must,” She insisted. “And that’s not all,” She slipped off her high heels, reached up under her gown, and started removing her dark hose. “You were complaining about being cold,” She said, “These should keep your legs nice and warm.” She handed them to me. Dark, thigh-length hose with elastic tops. “I can’t wear those,” I protested, “I mean, they’re so feminine”. “They’ll go very nicely with that cute little apron,” Carla said. “I know you’re a man, and there’s no one else here, so you needn’t worry about that. you want me to stay, don’t you?” “Of course I do. But…” I did as she ordered. The heels were awkward and a little painful, but I managed to walk around in them. “Very good,” Carla beamed, “You certainly know how to move that ass. Now, just a little makeup and you’ll be all set.””Makeup”, I squeaked, “Carla, that’s going too far.” “Nonsense,” She said, “It’ll wash right off. It’d sure be a shame for me to leave now after you’ve gone this far, but that’s what’ll happen if you won’t wear just a little makeup.” “Well,” I wavered, “I guess you’ve got a point…” Minutes later, I surveyed myself in the full-length closet mirror and felt a flush of shame. Carla had combed my hair into a girlish wave and put a white ribbon in it. It seemed terribly feminine. But that was just the start. Eyebrow pencil, eye shadow, even false eye lashes combined to give my eyes a soft, sexy look. Powder and rouge softened my features and brought out my girlish cheeks. And my lips had been painted an alluring, kissable red that matched my brightly-colored fingernails. Carla hadn’t stopped there, though. Working skillfully with the rouge, she highlighted my bare chest, emphasizing the slight curve of my breasts, darkening the aureoles. As I studied my self in the mirror, I could scarcely believe how remarkably feminine I looked. “Admiring your body, Sweet?” I turned at the sound of Carla’s voice, embarrassed all over again by my appearance. Then, I was amazed to see that she had removed the rest of her own clothing and was lounging nude on my couch. “Guess I can get comfortable now,” She said, stretching her tawny body. “You certainly don’t look masculine and threatening any more. Serve me some more wine and then put some music on. I want to see how you look when you dance.” As I timidly obeyed, I realized that this woman must truly be a born Dominatrix. Here we were, after barely an hour and she’d reduced me to a feminine maid in my own camper. I scampered about, blushing every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wondered how she had done this to me. Well, I thought, it’s only temporary. Just till I could find out where she was hiding those letters from Harold Belt. Boy, would she feel foolish when I got them.But for now, it was me who felt silly, simpering about at her command as she lounged nude on my couch. Somehow, I found her lush body incredibly exciting, even as I rebelled at the indignity of my own appearance. I felt odd stirrings of arousal, and I’m sure Carla noticed my twitching cock. This went on for more than an hour, until she said: “Well, it’s getting late, and I imagine you’re tired, so I’ll be leaving now.” “Leaving?” I asked, dismayed. “But it’s only Nine O’clock. Can’t you stay a little longer?” Besides, I thought, I still hadn’t a clue as to the whereabouts of the letters. “Sorry, Love,” Carla smiled sweetly. “If I stayed much longer, I’m afraid I just couldn’t control myself. I might just eat you up, you look so sweet. And on the first date, too.” She shook her head. “No, beautiful, I’m afraid you wouldn’t respect me if I let you have me so easily,” She stood up, flaunting that magnificent body of hers as she studied the frustration in my face. “And I guess you know, I insist on respect from men”‘ “Can…can I see you again?” I asked weakly as Carla put on a pair of sandals. “You certainly may,” She smiled, putting her clothes into the bag, “You may walk me to my trailer if you’d like”‘ “Oh, I’d love that”‘ I said, “Just give me a second to change.” “Uh-uh,” She shook her pretty head. “If you want esenler escort to see me again, you’ll have to walk me home just as you are now”‘ “But Carla”‘ I protested, “I can’t go out like this”‘ I gestured down at my feminized state, my stockings and heels, my apron, hair ribbon and makeup. “If anyone saw me, I’d get kicked out of camp”‘ “It’s quite dark out tonight,” Carla said, “If we’re a little careful about where we walk, no one will see you. Come on, it’ll be a real lark”‘ “I don’t know,” I said, “I feel just awful like this”‘ “Tell you what,” Carla urged, “I have a very important bit of information for you. Something very sexy and exciting that I know you’ll be interested in. If you’ll walk me to my trailer, I’ll tell it to you when we get there.” I was hooked. And we both knew it. I couldn’t pass up the chance to learn something else from this mysterious woman. Carla waited outside as I put out the lights and fastened my key chain around my neck again, then snuck out of my trailer, locking it securely. “Ooo, isn’t this exciting?” Carla giggled in delight at the sight of me, outside in my feminine embarrassment. “You’re so sweet to do this for me. Here, here’s a little present for you.” So saying, she held up the onyx necklace she had worn that evening. She stepped behind me, and, with a little difficulty, fastened it around my neck. “There”‘ She smiled, “Now you’re just perfect”‘ But I was too busy looking around me to appreciate her addition to my humiliating appearance. “D…doesn’t seem to be anyone around,” I ventured cautiously.”Oh no,” Carla informed me, “There’s a big dance over at the Main Building. Most everyone will be there. My trailer’s in the opposite direction, so we’re not apt to see very many people.” “Thank goodness”‘ I shivered, although the night was warm. “Let’s get going”‘ We must have been an odd sight. Carla, naked, walking confidently slow while I, dressed in bits and pieces of feminine attire, minced awkwardly beside her, hips switching, trying to hurry her along. “Don’t be so impatient,” Carla chided, “It’s not far, really.” “Oh Carla,” I whined, “It’s so hard to walk in these tiny shoes’ And I’d just die if anyone saw me like this”‘ “Well then you’d better think of something fast. You’re much too young to die, and someone’s walking our way.” I saw the figure in the light from a trailer, even as Carla spoke. A tall, well-built man, totally nude. And walking right toward us!”What’ll I do?” I gasped. “He hasn’t seen us yet,” Carla said calmly. “If I were you, Sweetie, I’d scamper over behind those bushes and hide. You can catch up with me after I get rid of him. But you’d better hurry”‘ She didn’t have to tell me twice! Panic-stricken, I trotted into the shadows and hid there, watching. It was a strangely erotic scene. The naked male and the nude female, meeting on the path, their perfect bodies gleaming in the moonlight. As I watched, the man engaged Carla in conversation. They talked for a while, and I could see that the man was trying to lead Carla back the other way, toward the dance. She shook her head softly, however, and I could see that the fellow was disappointed. To make up for it, Carla kissed him, and it was so wild, seeing their bodies come together as they embraced. I watched from my hiding place, strange emotions running through me. Excitement at seeing such an erotic display. Confusion about my peeping-tom eavesdropping. Tension, I mean, what if Carla did go off with him and I never got to find out what she had to tell me? And above all, fear that somehow this man might see me in this awful feminine get-up. But at last they broke off their passionate embrace. The man went his way and Carla hers. I hurried to catch up with her. “My,” I panted, “That was close”‘ “Mmmhmm,” Carla sighed, “Closer than you realize…yet.” she looked at me. “I guess that little scene must have excited you, Darling”‘ I looked down and saw to my embarrassment that my cock was hard, stiff and straining under the apron. Carla gave it a delicate caress. “Don’t you feel silly,” She teased, “A girlish little thing like you with a hard-on? Did he excite you that much? Or is it those feminine clothes that turn you on?” “I’m not into that. I’m not”‘ I insisted as Carla grinned broadly and gave my cock another squeeze. “It’s just…oh, I don’t know.” “Well, you’ll have plenty of time to think it over tonight,” Carla said, “We’re at my trailer.” As she unlocked her camper, I noted with surprise that it was the same make and model as my own, but a different color. This woman must really have some money put into this project if she was living as well as I was. But Carla started talking, and I tried to clear my confused mind and listen attentively. “Well,” She said, “I’m going inside. You can’t come in, so you’ll just have to walk back to your trailer alone. Think you can find it?” I nodded. “Good. Now for that bit of information I promised you. Here it is: I’ve been very mean to you tonight.” “You have,” I tried to make it a statement, but it came out sounding like a question. “Mmm…, meaner than you know…yet. You see, you won’t be able to get those things off until you get back to your trailer. That apron is tough nylon, and I knotted it very tightly. You’ll probably have to cut it off. And your shoes are fastened shut with tiny locks on the buckles. I left the key under your couch cushions. You can’t take off your stockings over your shoes, of course, and the makeup, the necklace, even your cute little hair ribbon, will all be very difficult to remove.” “I…I guess I’ll just have to hurry back and get inside my trailer, then,” I admitted “I just hope nobody sees me.” “I hope so too, for your sake Sweetie,” Carla stepped inside her trailer and spoke to me through the open door. “But there’s no hurry. You see, when I put that necklace on you, I secretly slipped off the chain with your keys on it. You’re locked out of your trailer, all dolled up in feminine clothes that you can’t take off”‘ My hands fluttered up to my neck, searching for the key chain, but found only Carla’s necklace. She saw my eyes widen and quickly continued. “Oh, I don’t have your keys, Beautiful,” She said, “I gave them to that guy back there on the path. I said I’d found them and asked him to hang them on the bulletin board right outside the Main Building…where the Dance is being held. You’ll have to wait until the crowd breaks up…about Midnight…then try to sneak up under the spotlights and get your keys without anyone seeing you. Good luck, Girlie”‘ And she closed the door. “Carla'” I cried, desperately, “Don’t do this to me’ Let me in!” But her only reply was to turn on the outside light, sending me scurrying into the protective darkness. Huddled there, I shivered in dread at this woman’s fiendish ingenuity. I knew that the penalty for wearing clothes in public here was immediate expulsion from the camp, a penalty that would effectively prevent me from carrying out my assignment. Carla knew it too, and must be really enjoying the double cruelty of tricking me outside in women’s clothes. I had to hide, now. Not only to keep from being kicked out, but also to avoid the awful embarrassment at being seen this way. Keeping to the shadows, I made my way toward the Main Building. It proved to be harder than I’d expected. I knew the general direction, but it’s difficult to find your way around a strange place at night. I had to listen carefully for noises and scan the darkness for the glow of party lights. As I got closer to my destination, however, more and more people were about. I had to jump behind bushes, apron strings flying, to avoid being seen, and make wide detours in those awful heels to skirt groups of revelers. Finally, I found a spot in a grove of trees where I could just see the Main Building and wait for the Dance to end. Time seemed to slow, almost to stop as I waited there in my feminine garb. With no watch, I had no way of knowing how long the Dance had to go. People kept arriving and leaving randomly. And although I was too far away to recognize anyone, quite a few stopped at the large bulletin board mounted on posts outside the building. What if one of them took my keys by mistake? What would I do, I wondered? After an eternity of discomfort and suspense however, I at last saw the crowd thinning out. More time passed and more and more of them left. Finally, I saw the director lock up the entrance and leave. At last, I thought. Walking stiffly in the tight heels, looking cautiously about for any chance passers-by, I sashayed up to the Board. Quivering under the merciless spotlight, I searched for my keys. But what I found instead was a note:DEAR CLINTON,APRIL FOOL! I REALLY LEFT YOUR KEYS ON THEGROUND IN FRONT OF YOUR CAMPER. HOPE YOUHAD A NICE TIME COMING ALL THE WAY OVERHERE AND WAITING AROUND LOOKING LIKE THAT!LUV THIS,CARLAFurious, I snatched the note down and scurried back to my camper. The keys were on the ground, just as the note said. All that waiting, that dreadful embarrassment, for nothing. Inside, as I removed the shameful feminine garments and rubbed off the makeup, I began to calm down a little. And as I moved around the camper, I began to notice subtle little tell-tale signs. The place had been searched! And now I knew that I was up against a truly brilliant opponent. Thinking back over the night’s events, I saw just how clever Carla had been. She’d arranged to start off with me naked, so that I couldn’t hide anything on my person while she gave the trailer a quick once-over. I had noticed her subtle search, and she had noticed me noticing. So she had cunningly arranged to get me out of the trailer, wearing clothing of her choice, and keep me out for hours while she came back and gave it a thorough search. By now, she would have found my P. I. license and would be fairly certain of what I was So after. It looked like she held all the cards now. All but one. I thought I knew where she’d hidden the letters. I was up late the next morning, after spending most of the night thinking. All night, I had tried to put myself in Carla’s shoes -figuratively, that is – and think like she must be thinking. She had a good set-up here at Sunny Acres and she wasn’t likely to blow it just because a Private Eye showed up. She’d scared off one Peeper already, and after the way she’d handled me last night, she probably wasn’t too worried about me getting very far with this case. Of course, she didn’t know about all my resources. She probably figured that I was just another guy whom she could easily dominate, as she had last night. And she didn’t know that I knew where she was hiding the letters. Well, I didn’t know for sure, but I had a pretty good clue. Last night, while touring my trailer, she had admired the built-in shower and mentioned that she had to use the Camp Shower Facility, that “Women Only” facility that the Director had warned me about. And according to my predecessor’s notes, she did go to the Shower Room every day. Yet, after making that humiliating walk over to her place, I had found that her trailer was the same make and model as mine, so she must have a shower of her own.Now why would a woman with her own shower visit the Camp facility every day? Obviously, she must be hiding something there and wanted to keep an eye on it. The letters! As soon as I figured that out, I knew it had to be right. Such a place would appeal irresistibly to Carla’s cruel sense of humor. A spot that was guarded Twenty-four hours a day, where she could come and go freely, but no man could follow. The penalty for even trying to sneak into the place was immediate expulsion for any man, and Carla would know instantly if I were to bring a woman into the camp. So she probably thought the letters were completely safe there, and yet tantalizingly close. Yes, that would appeal to her, all right. But I thought I could outsmart her. It was the crack of dawn, two days later, when the car bearing the bearded man pulled up in front of my trailer. He seemed a little amused at the sight of me answering the door naked, but he quickly carried in the heavy suitcase, straining under his bulky sweater and baggy trousers. As I locked the door behind him and drew the blinds, he slumped onto the couch, panting. “The least you could do,” he said, as the false beard came off, “is give a lady a hand.” “That would have been a sure tip-off,” I said, “I think the two guys in the next trailer are watching me, and I can’t have them suspecting there’s a woman here. You won’t be able to stay very long, either, or they’ll get suspicious. We’ll have to make sure they see you leave as a man, also. I know it’s a lot of trouble, but after all, I’m paying you well enough, Evelyn Traynor.”I should explain, dear reader, that Evelyn Traynor was known to me as an exceptionally talented woman. She runs a well-stocked Boutique for transvestites in a large city and she’s a master – or mistress – of cosmetic disguise. Some time ago, she had even transformed me into a woman, complete with false breasts and a tiny wig that managed to cover my male organs and disguise them as a woman’s pussy hair. In this state – much against my will – I had been forced to work at a Gay nightclub for nearly a week by two sadistic teenagers before Evelyn would transform me back. She, of course, hadn’t known that I didn’t really want to be made over into a female. She was only doing her job, and doing it quite well at that! But now it looked like I could make good use of Evelyn’s unique talent. “You sounded very mysterious over the phone,” She said, opening her bag. “But you are paying enough to make all this trouble worthwhile. You said you wanted the ‘Skin Out’ treatment again…” “That’s right,” I said, “I’m sure you’ve noticed this is a Nudist Camp,” I was almost casual about being naked by now, but I crossed my hands over my lap as I sat in front of this amused woman. “I want to pass as a woman here. It’s that simple. You made me into a perfect copy of a naked woman once, and I know you can do it again.” “Yes, and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” She said, “Just lie down on the couch there. I see you’ve already shaved off all your body hair. That’ll save us oodles of time, Dearie!” She moved around out of my sight for a moment, then returned with a hypodermic syringe. “Now this won’t hurt much at all, so be a brave little girl!”To my surprise, she gave me two shots, one on each side of my chest. She hadn’t done that the last time. “Oooo!” I complained when she was finished, “What was that for?” “The last time I transformed you,” Evelyn explained, bustling about with more equipment, “I glued false rubber breasts to your chest. This time, I thought I’d give you something a bit better. The substance I just injected into your chest is a sort of concentrate. Over the next hour, it will mix with the fat in your chest and swell up, giving you real, natural looking breasts!” “Real breasts?” My eyebrows shot up in shock. “But I don’t want… How long will they last?” “Oh, Six to Twelve weeks,” Evelyn said casually. “If you want to conceal them, you can always wear-loose clothing, as I’m doing. Now spread your legs, Dear, it’s time for me to work on your jewels.” How awful! I thought. I certainly hadn’t planned on being stuck with real breasts for nearly three months! But it was too late to stop now. Meekly, I spread my legs and let Evelyn go to work on my privates. Evelyn Traynor’s Pussy-wig involves an elaborate process, with several secrets known only to her, but I think I can explain the basics of it. First, she applies an ice pack to the genitals, causing them to shrink as a natural reaction to the cold. Then, she takes advantage of this temporary effect by slipping the cock and balls into small, confining devices, making the reduced size permanent. An oval-shaped semi-flexible plastic cup goes over the balls. Evelyn pushes this back between the legs where she glues it to the skin and pubic hair with special bonding latex. There is a small tube mounted on this plastic cup, and Evelyn slips the shrunken, flaccid penis into this tube and secures it there. Thus, the total male equipment is tucked and held firmly back between the legs, much reduced in size. Finally, Evelyn glues a triangular wig over the apparatus, artfully styled to look like a woman’s pubic thatch. She has even shaped the device to suggest pussy-lips. Wearing it, a man’s true sex is not only concealed, but attractively disguised as a woman’s. The penis tube permits the wearer to empty his bladder -if he sits down – but of course completely prevents the cock from getting erect. In no way can a man in this device ever express his true maleness until it is removed. “You were wise to send for me to do this,” Evelyn said as she secured a wig to my head by lacing my real hair through it. “A job like this calls for an expert with years of experience. Use the wrong latex, and the skin will blister horribly. And I’m sure you remember that you can’t remove that pussy-wig without the proper solvent. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you a generous supply. Just don’t forget that bahçeşehir escort if you try to take off the pussy-wig without it, you’ll rip the skin right off.”At last, Evelyn announced that I was done and helped me to my feet. I tiptoed over to the mirror and surveyed her work.My blonde hair, augmented by the wig, now swept quite gracefully over my bare shoulders. Beneath it, my face was the very picture of femininity, with long-lashed shadowed eyes, pink cheeks and sensuous red lips.The new breasts – that I was stuck with – were not overly large, but they were definitely firm and well-shaped. I tentatively explored them with my feminine fingertips and felt them swell as the nipples stiffened embarassingly. Below this, my shaven body now seemed totally feminine. Long, smooth legs, rounded bottom, and there, between my legs, a woman’s inviting love nest. I moved about before the mirror, examining myself front and back, extending my legs, raising my arms, turning about and stepping daintily. It was perfect. I looked totally female. “My! I do love to see a TV enjoy herself!” Evelyn laughed. I had almost forgotten about her. I stopped suddenly embarrassed, not just by my feminine condition and nudity, but that Evelyn had seen me capering about that way. I grabbed a towel and held it up to me rather self-consciously. “Well, I must be going,” Evelyn had packed her bag and was nowputting the false beard back over her face. “I certainly hope you enjoy your new role, Dearie. I left you a few feminine things you may need. Have fun now!” I blushed, wishing there were some way I could explain to her that I wasn’t a transvestite. That I was only doing this for business. Then I looked down at my nude, totally feminine body, the pert breasts, the shapely legs, and the soft-looking pussy. I tasted the lipstick on my mouth and felt the odd heaviness of my false eyelashes. And I knew there was no way I could make her believe it. I watched quietly from the darkness of my trailer as she drove off. Now, I thought, time for action. I quickly gathered up a few things, a white bath towel with a few vital items rolled up in it, and a white latex shower cap that Evelyn had left. Next, a pair of women’s white sneakers with rather thick soles and a three inch heel, laced onto my bare feet. I clipped my key chain around my neck – no losing it this time – and crawled out a loading door, out of sight of Art and Roger’s trailer. I was outside now, totally feminine and naked, ready for a trip to the showers.It was like an out-of-body experience, walking across the camp. I felt giddy, afraid and elated at the same time. I mean, here I was, walking about in broad daylight, a stark naked woman! My shapely breasts jiggled and my bottom swayed sensusly as I moved my long, shapely limbs. The cool air on my nipples and between my legs felt oddly thrilling. It was weird, not having the familiar masculine bulge there, and feeling instead the weight of my swaying breasts. And it was even stranger to be walking around in public this way without getting even a second glance – except, perhaps for some lustful stares from the men!One man in particular admired me rather frankly. His hot stare up and down my body set me blushing all over and he laughed with delight as I passed. I recognized him as the guy who had kissed Carla a few nights ago, and I was glad to get past him without any amorous approaches. Finally, I reached the showers. I had timed it beautifully. Too late in the day for morning bathers and too early for people cleaning up after the day’s activities. Except for the muscular female attendant at the doors, the place was deserted as I donned my white latex bathing cap and stepped inside. It took me forty-five minutes of searching before I found the loose wall tile with the plastic bag behind it, full of papers. I quickly I rolled the letters up in my towel, replaced the tile and left. And it was barely a moment too soon. I was several yards from the shower building when I caught a glimpse of Carla going in from another direction. Talk about a narrow escape! But I knew that I was going to have to move fast. Once she found the letters were gone, Carla would undoubted come looking in the most obvious place – my trailer – with all the resources at her command. I was going to have to get rid of them, fast! Fortunately, I had prepared for that emergency. First, though, I had to make sure I had it the right stuff. I found a shady knoll, where I could see anyone coming, unrolled my towel onto the ground and stretched my naked, feminine body across it. And started reading. Dear mistress,You have commanded me, your Slave Harold Belt, to write you another of my fantasies. I must obey. In my fantasy I am a rich, spoiled hypochondriac with a private room in an expensive hospital. The Doctors have long since grown tired of my complaining and the only one who visits me is you, my private nurse. One day, I try to **** you. You easily repel my attack, then threaten to have me thrown in jail. I plead for any punishment but that. We agree that you will impose your own punishment, and I must take it. You shave off all my body hair, then start wrapping me in plaster bandages. They go on easily when wet, but soon start to harden, like a plaster mold. You bind me up in them with my arms behind my back, elbows meeting. You force me to suck in my stomach, and wrap me very tightly so I can scarcely breathe. You make me arch my back and stick my chest out and you cut round holes in the front so that my bare breasts stick out like a woman’s. Above the waist, only my face and breasts are left free of the confining mold.And then you start in below the waist. You wrap the bandages up my shaven legs that I cannot bend my knees, stopping at the tops of my -thighs. You wrap my ankles and feet so that I can only walk on tip-toe. And you tape my cock back between my legs, since I won’t be needing it again, you say.Finally, you force me to look at myself in a mirror and it’s so awful, seeing what you have done to me. I’m Completely covered in smooth plaster, except for my face, breasts and butt. I have no arms, and my narrow waist emphasizes my flaunting ass and blobs.I beg you to release me, but you only laugh and make me tiptoe around the room. I must depend on you totally now, for food, cigarettes, even to go to the bathroom. You sit me on the floor and force me to orally service you. It excites me terribly, but my cock can’t get free from the plaster confinement. You climax, and to reward me, you paint my body sheath with flesh-colored paint and spank me because now I look naked.That night, you smuggle me out of the hospital. You take me to an exclusive women’s club where everyone laughs at my silly helplessness. They put wigs and makeup on me and dress me up like a doll. I must stay there, you say, as a plaything for all the women, and…. There was more, pages and pages of it, but that was enough. Harold Belt certainly could imagine some elaborate predicaments! Then, I remembered where I was and how I was with a start. Talk about some other guy’s dreams, here I was looking totally feminine, bare assed and bare breasted in broad daylight, my male organs hid by a pussy-wig. And in this vulnerable state, I was holding onto letters that were worth a Million, with a cunning Dominatrix after them!But I had prepared for this, I reminded myself. From my towel, I took a large pre-paid mailer, already addressed to Harold Belt. I sealed the letters in it and headed straight for the Camp Store and Post Office. But once there, I had a problem. “Mac’s already taken out the Mail for the day, Miss,” The naked man behind the counter told me. “It’s Ten-Thirty now, and the Mail Truck gets to the post box around Eleven. But if you Just leave your package in the bin over there, it’ll be okay.” Sure, I thought. This was probably the second place Carla would check. She’d have little trouble filching the envelope from that open bin. Then, an idea hit me. Without a word, I raced out of the store. As quickly as I could, I trotted toward the main gate. If anyone thought it odd, seeing this naked blonde woman in high heeled sneakers running around with a rolled up towel under one arm and a bulky envelope under the other, no one said anything. If only I could reach the gate and get Mac to take the package down the half-mile to the post box, I thought, I’d be safe. But Mac was not there, and the gate was locked securely in his absence. Out to lunch or on an errand, I thought. What rotten timing. There was a phone by the gate, so I could call an attendant, but I knew that by the time anyone got there, the Mail truck would have been long gone. What I did next may sound foolish, but I was desperate. I couldn’t afford to have Carla find me with the letters, and there was no place I could hide them. I had to get them out to the Mail Box – and right away. Summoning up all my courage, I looked about and saw a good spot where I could climb the Twelve-foot chain-link fence that surrounded the camp. There was a tree with some low-hanging branches just above the barbed-wire top that I could use to help me over. Taking advantage of a narrow gap near the gate, I passed my towel and the envelope through to the outside then put on my white latex bathing cap to keep my hair from becoming tangled in the branches. And I climbed over the fence. It was easier than I’d expected, since the fence was designed to keep people out of the camp, not in. There were plenty of footholds and the limbs of the tree outside were springy enough for me to swing easily down to the ground on them. Once safely down, I picked up the towel and envelope and ran down the trail toward the Mail box. As I ran, I felt suddenly fearful. I was outside the protection of the Camp now, nude and feminized. What if somebody saw me? I remembered that the road where the Post Box stood was rather well-traveled. Oh, heavens, I thought, what if somebody catches me this way? I had visions of amorous truckers pulling me into their rigs and carrying me miles away from my trailer and clothes. It would be horrible to be abandoned this way, looking like a woman, wearing only bathing cap and sneakers, at some sleazy truck stop, motel or road house. But the road was mercifully deserted when I reached the post box. I quickly inserted the envelope, wondering if the Mail Truck had passed yet. My answer came seconds later as I heard it rumbling up the road toward me. I quickly ducked back into the bushes and watched as the driver picked up the mail and sped off. Well that was taken care of. I breathed a sigh of relief. Now to get back to my trailer, my own body and my clothes. Might as well leave tonight, I thought. It was not to be so easy, however. Back at the fence, I discovered that my earlier observation was truer than I’d thought. That fence was designed to keep people out. There was no way I could climb back in near the gate. I thought about using the call-phone to summon someone from the office, but then I reflected. They’d want to know what I was doing outside. They’d want to check my name to make sure I was a member. Even if I wanted to reveal my true sex, they’d never believe that I was actually Clinton Crayle, their wealthy male guest.No, I was going to have to sneak back in. Some way. Fearfully, I began walking along the fence line, looking for a good spot to climb. All my anxieties came back now, stronger than ever. What if some hunters saw me? Or hikers? I heard once about a young schoolteacher who was caught skinny-dipping by a troop of Girl Scouts who forced her to accompany them on their hike. They took her miles into the woods, away from her clothes, and forced her to act as their nude slave for the entire two-day camp-out. How horrid it would be for me, a man, to get caught like that and be trapped in this feminine body. After walking the perimeter of the fence for what seemed like hours, however, I finally found a suitable tree growing close to the fence. I knotted my towel into a large ball and tossed it over. Then, with a little difficulty, I made it up the tree and over the fence. Inside at last! By now, I was quite a ways from the main part of the camp but I felt much safer as I strolled through the woods. Not so worried about being caught. It was kind of a trip, really, to be transformed so completely that I could pass as a woman, totally naked, in front of everybody. I was so taken with this strange sense of unreality that when I reached the main part of Camp, I decided to prolong it just a bit. I was sweaty and dirty from my efforts, and after all, I might as well take advantage of this while I could. So I went back to the Women’s Showers. This proved to be even more delightful, for the showers were quite crowded now. All around me, slippery female bodies lathered themselves up and rinsed off. I tossed my shoes into the trash, since I wouldn’t be needing them again, put on my bathing cap and joined in.What an experience, to be surrounded by all that femininity. Inside my pussy-wig, I could feel my cock tingling. My breasts grew firm as my nipples stiffened with arousal. Finally, I had to turn the water on very cold just to keep my composure.After I dried off, I realized that I probably wouldn’t be needing my shower cap or towel again either, so I chucked them in the trash, too, and headed back toward my trailer barefoot, wearing only my key chain. That last stroll was really something. I flushed with the success of a mission accomplished. My long hair felt good on my bare shoulders, and my pert breasts jiggled delightfully. A cool breeze wafted across my bare bottom and the grass felt good between my toes Nonetheless, I was looking forward to freeing my male organs once more and putting on clothes again. I rounded the corner to my parking area, lot Thirteen. My trailer was gone. Someone had simply driven off with it. Leaving me stuck here. Like this.I nearly swooned in shock, staring at the bare ground where my Camper had been. Suddenly, I wanted to throw my hands over my nakedness and run for cover. It seemed worse every second I thought about it. I couldn’t report the theft to the Camp Director, because I couldn’t prove that I was a registered guest here. Not without the solvent for removing the disguise over my genitals. Or some cream to remove my makeup. Or a mirror to help me get my wig off. Or a baggy sweater to cover my… my breasts! Everything I needed was in that stolen trailer. I had no money, no clothes, no place to stay and no one to call for help. I was stuck here, unable to leave or to make myself look one bit less feminine. Stuck in this Nudist Camp and in this nude female disguise. I knew immediately, of course, that it was Carla’s work. Once she’d found that the letters were missing from her hiding-place, she had probably come immediately to my trailer. She couldn’t have known when I’d taken them, of course, but a quick check with Mac would reveal that I hadn’t left the Camp. At that point, the next step must have seemed perfectly logical to her in a deliciously cruel way. She’d know that the letters were either with me or in the trailer. So she could cover both possibilities with a single bold stroke – steal the camper. If the letters were hidden there, she’d have them. If I still had them, then stealing my camper would effectively prevent me from leaving with them. Either way, she had me. I wandered about the Camp for over an hour, trying to look natural and composed while my mind was in an uproar. What to do? Then, the idea hit me. It seemed risky, but worth it. The one person who could get me back my clothes was the one who had stolen them. And it to me that, with a little bit of luck, manage to pull off a very tall bluff, holding no cards at all. Mind made up, I headed for Carla’s trailer.The voice that answered my knock was Carla’s, coming from within her trailer. “Come in. It’s unlocked.”Taking a deep breath, I entered the trailer. It was very similar to mine, in a different color scheme. Carla, dressed in the black gown she had worn a few evenings ago, was at a portable desk, her back to me. As I entered, she calmly turned, then stopped suddenly, her eyes widening. “Who are…? I was expecting… Wait a minute!” She rose and walked over to me, staring intently at my feminized body. Then she simply broke up laughing”Oh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Uh-hee!” I blushed beet red from head to toe as she took in my appearance. “So that’s how you did it. My, how charming! This is even better than I’d thought! Ah-ha-ha! Are these real?” She ran her hands over my breasts, then tweaked the nipples. My wince of embarassed arousal set her eyes gleaming. “You certainly went to a lot of trouble, Mr. Crayle,” She smiled, “Or is it Miss Crayle now? Whatever did you do with your mannish organs? I must say this is a distinct improvement.” “Very funny,” I fumed, “Shall we get down to business?” “Certainly, my Dear,” Carla said with false sweetness, “Whatever did you want?” “You have something of mine,” I said. “You’re wrong,” Carla replied, ” I have everything of yours, including, now that başakşehir escort I look at you, your true gender and identity.” “Give them back!” I snapped. “Why, whatever should I do that for?” Carla’s voice sounded like she was talking to a little girl. “It’s only a question of time before I find the letters in your trailer. And you look so sweet like this. You could make a great career as a stripper,” she giggled, “If you had anything to take off.” “You may be right about the letters being in my trailer,” I half-lied, “But you could search it for years and never find them.” That much was true anyway. “You need my help as much as I need yours.””Are you suggesting a trade, Little Lady?” Carla could tell that her constant references to my feminized state rankled me, and it delighted her. “That’s right,” I swallowed my anger and went on, “The letters in exchange for my trailer and clothes. I’ve put more than enough work into this job already, and Harold Belt isn’t paying enough for me to become a full-time woman. Just take me to the trailer, I’ll give you the letters and we can both go our separate ways.” Carla considered. “I guess it would save some time,” She reflected. “I can promise you that,” I insisted, “Without me, you’ll never get those letters.” There was a bit more haggling, but before long Carla was driving her mobile trailer out of Sunny Acres, with me crouched on the floor beside the passenger seat. I had to hide there, because Carla had adamantly refused to give me any clothes. Just as well, I thought. When we got to my Camper, I’d want plenty of freedom to move. As you’ve probably guessed, I planned to overpower Carla when we got there and simply take back my trailer. I figured that I could use the element of surprise to my advantage. Meanwhile, I sat with my bare rump on the cold floor, knees drawn up to my breasts, hugging my smooth legs as we rode down the highway and I tried to pump Carla for information. “What about Art and Roger?” I asked, “The two ..er.. guys in the trailer next to mine. Are they in on this with you?” “In a way,” Carla said, “They’re both clients of mine who had some interesting bisexual fantasies. I got them to come here for an extended get-acquainted session and they both just love it. Of course, they’re also good friends of mine, so they were happy to keep an eye on your comings and goings for me.” “Sounds like you’re pretty well-organized,” I said, brushing a stray lock of hair back over my bare shoulder. “I call it ‘meshing'”, Carla explained, “I try to find clients whose fantasies can be blended with those of other clients. I pair the sadists with the masochists, the submissives and dominants, the gays, even the readers and the writers. I used to type up Harold Belt’s fantasies -with minor changes, of course, and send them to a dominant husband and wife team in Connecticutt. They just loved them, and they can hardly wait to meet Harold in person.” “Meet Harold?” This was news to me. “How are you going to arrange that?” “Didn’t he tell you?” Carla asked casually, “That’s what I was working on when Harold chickened out. So I moved up to Sunny Acres and told Harold that he could either come up and get his letters back himself or else send me a Million Dollars to ease my hurt feelings. I figured once I had him up here, naked and cut off from his money, his natural masochism would make him bend to my will,” She smiled down at me. “I never dreamed that he’d find such a shameless Little Lady to come and get them.” Through my embarassment, I tried to digest this new bit of information. Belt had told me only half the truth. Carla Dare, it seemed, was more interested in his body than in his money. That changed things, but only a little. True, I was no longer dealing with a purely mercenary female, but now I could see Carla for what she really was, a woman for whom Domination was all-important. She had gone to great lengths just to force her will upon Harold Belt. I shuddered to think what she might do to me if she found out I had foiled her. “We’re here.” Her voice broke in on my thoughts as she parked the Camper. “Is it safe for me to come out?” I asked, rising timidly to my feet. “Sure,” Carla nonchalantly went to the door. I followed, shivering. Outside, I could see that we were in a rather heavily-wooded area, and my trailer was fairly well concealed among some trees. Carla and I walked toward it. Here, at last, was my chance.Moving swiftly as we walked, I grabbed Carla’s ankle and pulled hard. she went down fast, with a surprised grunt. But I was long gone by the time she hit the ground, running naked through the grass to the safety of my trailer, breasts jiggling wildly. I reached it in seconds, flung the door open and jumped inside. Into the waiting arms of Art and Roger. “Hey! Who’s this?” Roger said, grabbing my arms, twisting them behind me. I kicked and he twisted harder, until I yelped with pain. “Steady, Girl.” Art cautioned, grabbing one of my kicking feet. “Where’s Carla? Quit kicking or I’ll break your toe.” “I’m right here,” Carla stood in the doorway, scarcely mussed by her tumble. “Hold on to her, Roger,” She said calmly. “Art, you tie her feet.” Art quickly lashed my feet together with a necktie. He and Roger were both fully dressed, and I felt terribly embarassed at being handled by them this way. I felt so vulnerable in so many ways. As a naked person among people who dressed, as a female at the mercy of two strong men, and as a Straight Male being pawed by Gays. Their hands seemed to be all over me as I writhed in their grip. Deftly, Carla tied a necktie around my neck, then, with the help of the men, twisted my arms up behind me and tied my wrists in the loose ends. “Recognize her, Fellows?” Carla asked the two men when I was bound helplessly. “It’s Clinton Crayle, the Private Dick. He made up like a woman to steal the letters from me, and now she can’t get back to Malehood.”Art and Roger looked at me with increased interest and amusement now, and I felt more ashamed than ever as I lay naked before them on the floor, breasts jutting out because of my bound arms, my tied ankles emphasizing my curvaceous legs and ass. Carla knealt down on the floor, looming over me menacingly. “Let’s have those letters, Girlie.” “Untie me”, I wailed. She tweaked one of my nipples, pinching until I moaned. “The letters,” She urged, purring.”N-never”!”All right.” She stood up, “Spank her, Roger!””Delighted, Miss Carla.”The black man sat on a wooden chair and hauled me across his lap. His hand stroked gently across my invitingly upturned bottom, and I wriggled in my bondage as his thumb darted mischievously between the cheeks. “How many, Madame?” He asked. “Just keep going until she starts talking. If you get tired, Art can relieve you. Then I’ll relieve him. Sooner or later, this wouldbe Bitch will tell us where the letters are. And I hope it’s later”. I have no idea how long it was. The stinging blows began raining across my ass like fire. I screamed, I bucked, I cried, all to no avail. Finally, “I’ll talk!”, I sobbed, “I’ll tell!, I’ll tell!, I’ll tell!”! “That’s my Sweet Girl.” Roger dropped me onto my red, burning ass and stood over me, smiling contemptuously down at my nude, feminized body.”Well?” Carla sneered. “I m-mailed them”, I sobbed, trying to stop my flowing tears. “That’s a lie!” Carla snapped, “Work her over again, Roger!” “No! It’s true!” I cried. Quickly, I explained to them how I had done it. They listened, skeptically at first, then with more interest. Carla pumped me for details, about how my feminine transformation had been worked, how long it would last, how I had gotten the letter out and my self back in. At last, they seemed satisfied. “Well guys, looks like I’m going to have to find some other way of getting to Harold Melt. This little Cutie -” Carla nudged me with her high heeled foot. “- is sharper than I thought!” “Will- will you let me loose now?” I asked. “Hmmm,” Carla smiled down at me. “Are you sure you want me to do that, Little One?” “Wh-what do you mean?” I asked. “We made a deal to swap the letters for your Camper and clothes, remember? Well you can’t deliver your part, so I’m certainly not giving you anything. I’ll arrange to have your Camper returned to the Rental Agency. And I think I’ll make a present of your clothes to that Charity Drive down the road, since you obviously can’t use them.” “But – but what will I do?” I trembled fearfully. “You have two choices. You can come with me, or you can go with Art and Roger. You said your breasts will stay swelled up like that for two or three months, and I can find plenty of uses for a feminized slave. If you’ll agree to serve me in every way and obey me implicitly, I’ll take you with me, and when your breasts shrink back to normal, I’ll give you back your male clothes and accessories. I think that’s a good deal.” “Better than you’ll get from us,” Art said, “Roger here’s an attorney and I’m an accountant. We’d probably set up some kind of closet-sized office where you’d have to act as our secretary, chained naked to a desk.” “We’d teach you typing and short-hand,” Roger went on, “by rewarding your good work with lots of loving and kisses and punishing your mistakes with spankings and – other things.” “But I don’t know if we’d ever let you go,” Art finished, “Even after your breasts shrink, you’d still have that lovely, shaved body.” With such persuasion, it didn’t take me long to make up my mind.Two months later…I tugged at the hem of my short satin Maid’s Uniform in a vain attempt to get the bottom of the skirt to meet the tops of my black silk stockings. My breasts still threatened to spill out of the low-cut strapless bodice, but I thought they were getting a little smaller. I adjusted my apron and my cute little cap and minced in my eight-inch heels out to the living room, where Carla waited.”Everything is ready for the party, Ma’am,” I smiled and curtsied as I had been taught to do. “I’ve cleaned and polished the bathrooms, dusted and vacuumed elsewhere, and arranged the lights and chairs.” “Very good, Fifi,” Carla said, lounging on the sofa, her figure stunningly revealed in a black leather bikini, complete with matching boots and gloves. A dark leather hood masked her upper face. “These Costume Parties can be a lot of work,” She went on, “Is your own costume ready?” “Yes Ma’am,” I blushed, lowering my eyes. “Underneath this dress, I’m wearing pasties and a G-string and…and….” “And?” Carla prompted. “And the – the other thing you ordered, Ma’am. The tiny vibrator is in – in place and you have the remote control switch. When you give the signal, I’ll go into my act as – as a Stripper!” When Carla made a joke, she never forgot it.Hours later, the Gala was in full swing. Most of the guests were masked, but I knew some of them. There was the couple from Connecutt, who brought Harold Belt, totally encased in flesh-colored plaster except for his face, breasts and ass. Their female hormone treatment had already developed his breasts to the size of my own, if not larger, and with his wig and makeup, he was a perfect image of a life-sized Barbi doll. He owed me a lot of money, but I didn’t think he’d ever be able to pay me. Not as long as his captors held him prisoner, anyway, and rumor had it they were planning on a loig-term relationship. I didn’t really care about the money any more. All I could think of was being returned to Manhood in a few more weeks. Meanwhile, more guests ar ived. There were Art and Roger, dressed as Siamese Twins joined at a very interesting place, and a whole host of other revealers in various stages of disguise. I served drinks and hors d’oervres to them all, my bare bottom peeking out from beneath my short skirt with every step I took. One woman, dressed in a leather outfit with a hood that completely covered her features, seemed quite interested in me. “You really enjoy this, don’t you Fifi?” She asked. I saw Carla looking on with interest, so I smiled and replied, “Yes Ma’am. Very much”, I curtsied. “Don’t you get awfully horney, I mean with your male organs tucked away where you can’t get at them to bring yourself off?” “I get very horney, Ma’am,” I replied, still smiling, “And my Mistress uses it to torment me. She says that being frustrated all the time makes me a much more attentive lover, both for her and- and her friends”. Just a few more weeks, I thought. “She’s probably right, and you seem none worse for it. Very well, Fifi, I want you to put your delicate hands over your sexy eyes and don’t take them down – no matter what -until I tell you to”. I knew better than to disobey a command from any of Carla’s friends. I curtsied and covered my eyes dutifully. Unseeing, I felt the mystery woman ower the top of my dress. And felt a sharp pain, first under one breast, then the other. “Ooo! oh – M-Mistress!” I squeaked. “Keep those hands up,” The woman warned. “There! All finished. You can look now, Fifi.” I looked. I thought I would find myself wearing some kind of torture bra, such as Harold had to wear occaisionally, but I saw to my surprise that my breasts were still perfectly bare, except for the pasties. The pain was subsiding, and now I felt a strange throbbing tingle in my chest. I looked up at the woman in confusion and saw that she was putting a hypodermic needle back into her shoulder bag. “Wh-what did you do, Ma’am?” I asked fear”Well, since you seem to be enjoying yourself as a feminized slave so much,” She pulled back her hood fully, revealing a familiar face. “I thought I’d prolong it for you at no extra charge. After all,” Evelyn Traynor smiled, “You’re getting to be a steady customer”. “M-miss Traynor”! I gasped in shock, “You mean you…?” “That’s right, Darling,” She said pleasantly, livery soon now, your breasts will swell up to really impressive proportions and stay that way for about six months.”Suddenly, I heard Carla’s voice behind me. “How delightful!” She said brightly, “You’ve given Fifi a whole new lease on her life here with me and my friends.” She turned to me and commanded, “Thank Evelyn, Fifi.” “But I-I-Ieeee!” My protest was cut off as Carla activated the vibrator in my ass.”Thank Evelyn, Fifi!” She said, more forcefully. “Th-thank you M-miss Traynor,” I curtsied obediently. Only then did Carla turn off the vibrator. “Very good,” She said, “Now go into your act.Knowing better than to disobey, I scampered over to the small platform that served as a stage and beSan dancing, Shedding my uniform in time to the music. Hat, gloves, apron, and finally my dress. I undulated there, in heels, hose, pasties and G-string as the crowd applauded my curvaceous figure. Where would this all end, I wondered? By the time my dance had ended, I had been forced by the shouting onlookers to remove absolutely all of my clothing. With nothing to wear, I had to return to my Maid’s duties completely naked, enduring the taunts, pinches and lewd caresses of the amused party-goers. Carla finally permitted me to take a break, and I all but collapsed on my small cot in her bedroom. As I rested, too weak to move, I got the answer to my question. Carla came into the room with the couple from Connecticutt. “Just relax, Fifi,” Carla said merrily, “We’re only going to put a little bondage on you.” I submitted meekly as Carla continued talking. “A little elbow-bondage, behind your back, like so. And now I’ll just tie your wrists to the ends of this belt passed in front of you… There! Your arms now blend perfectly into that slender waist.” She turned to the man. “You want to take over now, Gene?” “Certainly.” Gene put somethin into a bucket of water. “And when I’m through, you’ll see that anyone can be turned into a sexy Barbi doll, just like Harold.” Horrified, I felt the wet plaster bandage curling around my legs to the tops of my thighs, locking my knees straight, arching my bare feet down so that I could only walk on tiptoe. Gene’s wife Irma smoothed the plaster as Gene wrapped the bandages around my waist, working up to my shoulders, hiding all trace of my arms but leaving my bare breasts and ass exposed. “While this dries, we’ll get the flesh colored latex paint and the false arms,” Irma explained to Carla, “And a bathing cap, so that we can plaster her head, too. Then a fashion wig and some lovely accessories. When we have Fifi and Barbi pose together for us, you won’t be able to tell them apart.””Hmmm,” Carla mused, “But if they look that much alike, how will we know which one to send home with you and which one to keep here?” “What difference does that make?” Gene asked, “As long as there’s one for each of us?” “How true.” Carla approached my now-rigid form. As I started to plead with her, she casually popped a ball-gag into my mouth. “Well, Fifi,” She smiled, “Looks like you’ve got a fifty-fifty chance of ever returning to Manhood again. You’ll either become Gene and Irma’s sex toy, or stay here and serve me for another six months. My, don’t you make a sexy doll, though. Well,” She kissed me lightly on the cheek and stroked my breast before turning away, “Good luck, Lover.” As she walked away, Gene and Irma returned with more bandages, paint, and other”accessories” I had to stand there, helplessly looking in a mirror, as they “dolled” me up, painting my face, wigging me, adding rouge to my breasts and bottom. Clipping the false mannikin arms to my shoulders. “Won’t Fifi and Barbi look delightful performing together?” Gene mused. “Yes, and look!” Irma beamed, “She cries real tears”‘ The End.
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