Suzi comes out
By Kim

Martyn stared at the clothes on the bed in disbelief. There were 
two outfits laying there. One consisted of a black leather bikini 
set covered in gleaming metal studs. The two parts of the garment 
were joined together by lengths of chain, which had wrist 
shackles attached. The top had a built in leather collar, 
ornamented with a ring of small spikes.

The other outfit was similar, except it was for a male. In place 
of the bikini top there was a separate long sleeve glove. It was 
the type that held the two arms together in one sleeve and ran 
from the wrists to past the elbows. It too came with a spiked dog 
collar attached to the sleeve by a length of chain.

"Emily, what on earth are these for?" he called out to his wife 
who was in the other bedroom. "They are for the fancy dress party 
we are going to tonight, don't you remember?" she called back. 
He had forgotten. He hadn't wanted to go but his wife had pleaded 
with him and eventually he had agreed, much against his better 
judgement. That was several weeks ago and now there was no going 
back on his word. "But Emily we can't go dressed like this, 
surely" he said to his wife as she came into the room. "Why ever 
not Martyn, it'll be a good laugh, us two slaves together" she 
replied. "I am not wearing stuff like that" he growled. "Look, 
don't be a spoil sport, they were the last outfits left in the 
shop so there is no point in arguing".

"Well, I'll wear the things if you will, but I'll not put on the 
glove" he said. "Don't be silly darling" she scolded "look its 
not real, its got a velcro fastener down both sides. You could 
pull it off any time you liked". She demonstrated it too him, 
so he eventually agreed to wear it. Emily began by taking all her 
clothes off and then wriggling into the tight leather bikini. The 
collar velcroed into place and her hands pushed through the 
plastic shackles. "There, how do I look?" she asked. Martyn was 
transfixed. He had never seen his wife in such erotic clothes 
before. "You can be my slave any time you like" he drooled.

"Now hurry up and get your outfit on". He complied readily 
enough, but had trouble getting the tight leather trunks on as 
the sight of his wife had given him a considerable erection. 
Eventually, after it had subsided, he managed, but could then not 
get the glove on by himself. "It goes behind you silly" laughed 
his wife. "Ok you put it on for me then" Martyn said, turning 
round and putting his arms together. He could feel the sleek 
leather tube slide up above the elbows. He suddenly felt very 
vulnerable with his arms tightly secured behind him, as his wife 
clipped the collar round his neck. "You look terrific" she 
complimented him.

"I guess I will have to drive" she said, pulling her hands from 
their pretend shackles. She slipped on a coat and some shoes and 
then did the same for Martyn. She walked him down the stairs and 
out to the garage. It was already dark as they left the house. "I 
hope nobody sees us" he muttered as he climbed into the passenger 
seat. "It's not far darling" she told him as they drove off.

"It's getting uncomfortable in this glove I think I take it off 
till we get there". He tried to pull the glove off but couldn't, 
and being held in place by the seat belt didn't help any. "Don't 
struggle Martyn, you won't be able to do it in the confines of 
the car. You will just have to wait till we get there". They 
drove in silence for a time. "I thought you said it was close" he 
moaned. "Not far now darling" she replied.

They had driven a good way into the country before they came to a 
large house, set back from the road by a long driveway. The front 
gates were enormous wrought iron affairs that would have looked 
more in keeping at a prison Martyn thought, as they swept through 
them. He looked back to see them closing behind them. What about 
the other guests he thought. Maybe the gates opened and closed 
automatically as cars came near. It was funny though, he hadn't 
seen them open, just close behind them as they came through. His 
thoughts were interrupted by the car coming to a stop outside the 
impressive front door of the house. "Here we are lover" she said 
and got out of the car and went round to his side to help him 
out.

The front door of the house opened and out stepped a young woman 
dressed in a nurses uniform. "This way" she said turning to lead 
the way. "The changing facility is through there" she said 
pointing to a door leading away from the large front hall. They 
walked through into a brightly lit changing room. It reminded 
Martyn of a show girls dressing room. There was a dressing table, 
complete with large mirror surrounded by several light bulbs. All 
along one wall were wardrobes of female clothes. The rest of the 
room was covered exclusively in floor to ceiling mirrors. "What a 
strange place to bring us to" he said to Emily. "I feel like I'm 
in a film stars bedroom". Emily pulled the coat from his 
shoulders and casually dropped it on the floor, she then bent 
down and removed his shoes. "Now sit down and let me finish off 
your outfit" she told him.

Puzzled he sat down in front of the brightly lit mirror. His arms 
were in the way so she swung them round the back of the chair. He 
heard a small click behind him and tried to lift his arms up, but 
they wouldn't move. "What's going on" he demanded. "Oh nothing 
dear, I've just secured your arms out of the way, that's all". 
"What do you mean you've secured my arms?" he asked 
incredulously. She ignored him and stroked her hand along his 
chin. She leant over to the dresser and picked up a jar. She 
scooped out some of the cream and began to smooth it into his 
chin, chest and under his arms. "What the hell are you doing?" he 
almost shouted. Without replying she bent down and buckled his 
legs to the chair with the convenient leather belts that were 
part of the chairs fitments.

Martyn tried to stand up but was securely held by the bound glove 
and the leg straps. He then tried to pull the glove apart but 
found it impervious to his efforts. "Sorry darling, I switched 
gloves when you turned round. This one is definitely for real. It 
doesn't come off until I say so" she giggled. "In Gods name 
why?" he shouted. "You can shout all you like, this room, indeed 
this whole house is sound proofed. And anyway, there is no one to 
rescue you even if they wanted to. But I've had enough of 
answering your questions" so saying she opened a draw and pulled 
out an inflatable mouth gag. She deftly pushed it into his mouth 
and gave it five quick pumps. Martyn's tongue was squashed flat 
to the floor of his mouth and his jaws spread apart by the 
bulbous gag. He could feel the tendons of his jaw creaking at the 
sudden tension placed on them. He tried to push it out of his 
mouth, but it was firmly wedged in place. He then tried to shake 
it out but all that did was to bounce the pump across his chest. 
He tried to shout but all that came out was a muffled hiss.

"Now here is the score darling. For the last year or so I have 
become increasingly bitter about the nature of our roles in this 
marriage. It seems to me that whilst we both hold down full time 
jobs, I am still expected to come home and do all the housework, 
the cooking, pay for all the food and act as general dogs body. 
When all that is done I am then expected to be your sex toy and 
perform on demand any of your many and varied fantasies. Well 
I've had enough. The last straw was your refusal to get in a home 
help. You said I was coping well enough without any outsiders. So 
now we've come to this. Through a friend of a friend I discovered 
this establishment. It is through them that I intend to get my 
home help. In fact I've decided what I need is a maid. A maid who 
will obey my every whim and fancy. When we have finished you're 
only wish will be to serve me in any way I think best".

He stared at her in astonishment. Unable to speak he just shook 
his head from side to side. "Oh but you will my darling, you 
will, you can be sure of that" she said. "Now lets see, the cream 
should have done its thing by now". She proceeded to wipe it off 
with a towel and as she did so all of his hair came away with it. 
His chin and chest were now baby smooth and hairless. "This 
should last for about a week, then we can see about some more. Oh 
by the way, I've phoned your boss and told him that you've been 
taken ill and the doctor has told you to stay in bed for a 
fortnight. That should be enough to complete your preliminary 
training" so saying she turned and left the room. He stared after 
angry and dumbstruck, which was just as well because the gag 
effectively silenced any reply that he might have ventured.

A short while later the young woman in the nurses outfit came in 
carrying a tray. She placed it down in front of Martyn on the 
dressing table. She removed the cloth covering it to reveal some 
glass ampoules and a syringe. She went round the back of the 
chair and released a catch. The chair back tipped backwards 
through thirty degrees and Martyn found himself looking up into 
the face of the young nurse. "You nancy boys. I don't know why you go 
through these humiliations. How much are you paying them to put 
you through this. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. A grown 
man wanting to become a bimbo. You should go out and get a proper 
girlfriend to put you right, show you what its for" she said, 
leaning down and gently squeezing his penis through the leather 
trunks. "Still each to there own I suppose" she said and tugged 
down his trunks to his thighs. Martyn was helpless to prevent her 
and blushed a deep shade of red with acute embarrassment. Unable 
to speak he couldn't shout out and tell her he was normal, that 
this was all a ghastly trap set by his vengeful wife.

She slowly filled the syringe from one of the ampoules and 
swabbing the area with alcohol, injected him just above the base 
of his penis. Martyn was thankful that it didn't hurt in any way, 
but he was concerned at what it was gong to do. She repeated the 
process again, but this time the target was just below the adams 
apple. "Ok that's all done, I guess I'll see you next when the 
plastic surgeon has done her stuff" she said laughing, as she 
gathered up her tray and left.

Emily, his wife, reappeared but this time with another woman 
carrying a case, which she placed on the table. "Those two 
injections were the start of your training. The first prevents 
you from obtaining an erection, and it remains that way until an 
antidote is administered. The second affects your vocal chords 
such that they rise one or two octaves. It too is permanent until 
the antidote is administered". Martyn's mind raced in confusion 
and alarm, but he could do nothing to alter the situation. She 
leant forward and released the mouth gag. The relief was enormous 
as he gulped in large breaths of fresh air. "Look, please, Emily 
stop all this nonsense and let me go" he panted. He was startled 
to realise that it sounded like someone else speaking. A young 
girls voice had come out. He tried to lower his voice but all 
that happened was it now came out sexy, like a woman trying to 
seduce someone.

"Perfect" shrieked Emily "He sounds just like some horny little 
eighteen year old" she gloated. "Now lets try the other test" so 
saying she removed her coat. She was still wearing the slaves 
outfit and she pushed her hands back into the shackles. "Oh 
Mistress I've been a naughty girl, please punish me" she said in 
an adopted submissive lilt. The other woman took off her glasses 
"Come here slave" she ordered in a mock tone of dominance. Emily 
went over to her so that they were both standing in front of 
Martyn. The woman slid her hands into the waist band of Emily's 
leather bikini bottoms and roughly tugged them down to her knees 
and then let them go. They fell to the floor and Emily stepped 
out of them, shivering in anticipation. "Spread those legs bitch" 
she ordered. Emily closed her eyes and obeyed. From his lowered 
position Martyn got a perfect view of the woman's fingers as they 
were thrust violently in and out of his wife's vagina. After only 
five or six thrusts Emily's body shuddered with an orgasm. The 
woman withdrew her hand and then held it up to Emily's mouth "Now 
lick your pussy juice off my fingers" she ordered. Emily's tongue 
snaked out and consumed the slipperiness. The woman then leaned 
forward and gave her a long deep French kiss. Martyn could see 
their tongues licking at each other greedily.

All through this Martyn had felt a deep fluttering roll in his 
belly as lust had overtaken him. He had never felt so turned on 
in his life, as he watched this strange woman dominate his wife. 
After a short while he had begun to sense a dull growing pain in 
his testicles as his penis had refused to erect. By the time his 
wife was French kissing the other woman, the pain had become 
unbearable. Finally he had begged them to stop, but all that came 
out was this breathy young girls voice, sounding for all the 
world like she was deeply excited. Then unexpectedly he had begun 
to cry. They both turned to look at his crotch and then his 
tears, and then turned and smiled at each other.

"Perhaps I should have mentioned my dear, but those jabs will 
also upset your hormonal balance a little bit. You will find you 
are now much more emotional than you were. You will cry much more 
easily and your sense of humiliation and embarrassment will be 
greatly amplified. Still it will be all the more realistic won't 
it. You being a drippy little eighteen year old bimbo, who is just 
coming to terms with her new body" she said laughingly.

The other woman went over to one of the wardrobes and came back 
with some leg stirrups, which she attached to the chair. She cut 
his leather trunks away and threw them on the floor. One at time 
his legs were transferred to the outstretched stirrups. He was 
left in the undignified position of a woman about to give birth. 
From her case she took out a hair trimmer and proceeded to remove 
all his pubic hair. She then rubbed in some of the depilatory 
cream to finish off the job. Then she took out a false pubic 
mound made of flesh coloured latex, complete with pubic hair and 
the outer lips of a female sex organ. She carefully inserted his 
limp penis into its inner sheath and then proceeded to glue the 
rubber prosthetic into place. After her handy work it would have 
taken a gynaecologist to detect that it wasn't a real female 
organ. "The pee-hole now functions like a woman's, you will have 
to sit down to pee, sweetee" she said to him. All through this 
had come the plaintive pleas of "Don't...please don't" from a 
scared eighteen year old girls voice.

Next came a pair of highly realistic silicon filled latex 
breasts. These too were glued into place. They hung heavy on his 
chest and rolled about languidly, just like the real thing. 
"Quite a little stunner aren't we" his wife teased. "This is 
surgical glue. It takes a special solvent to get them off, so 
once again you keep them till I say otherwise". The other woman 
closed her case and after giving Emily a passionate kiss she 
turned to leave. Then she turned back and gave Martyn a gentle 
caress on his new pubic mound. The soft latex transferred the 
touch through to the sensitive penis inside. Martyn involuntarily 
moved his pelvis with the hand and let out a little girlish sigh. 
She removed her hand and smiled "My, what a wonderfully willing 
subject you are. Girlie, you'll go a long way". Martyn was 
mortified at his own bodies reaction and blushed a deep crimson 
of utter shame. He turned his face away and the tears began to 
roll delicately down his cheeks again.

"Oh please Emily don't do this to me, I'll do anything you ask of 
me, just let me be normal again...please I beg you" he said in 
his coquettish little voice. His wife roared with laughter at his 
contrition. The door opened and in came yet another woman with a 
case. She set it down in front of Martyn and turned to look at 
him. She whistled "Boy have they done a number on you little 
girl. You are going to be the sweetest little girlie you ever 
saw" so saying she opened her bag to reveal make-up and a wig. 
The wig was black hair with a shoulder length bob cut. She began 
to expertly comb his hair and then smoothed it flat with a brush. 
She then took the wig and applied some of the surgical glue to 
its base. She pressed it onto his head and then brushed it into 
place. Martyn now had a perfect teenage girls head of hair. A 
head band completed the effect. Next she applied appropriate 
make-up for a young servant girl. Bright red lipstick, a dusting 
of blusher, light brown eyeshadow and a touch of mascara. He was 
now so baby faced he didn't need any powder or foundation. It was 
finished off with a dab of perfume behind the ears and between 
his breasts.

When she had finished they untied his legs and tilted him back 
into the upright position so that he could look into the mirror. 
Staring back at him was a gorgeously sexy young girl flaunting 
her full, voluptuous breasts. He couldn't help feeling both 
appalled and elated. Appalled at what they had done to him, but 
elated at such a sight of a beautiful young girl. The sight of 
the naked girl was beginning to cause an intense ache in his 
caged testicles. He began to weep again at the pain. "Stop that 
you little pansy, you'll ruin the make-up". She unclipped the 
glove from the chair and pulled him to his feet then lead him to 
the door and out into the hall. In the hall stood a dozen women 
or more. He recognised three of them as the ones who attended to 
him. They all began to laugh and cheer and clap. Some were taking 
pictures of him. He was devastated and tried to turn back into 
the room, but Emily held him firm.

Eventually the nurse came forward and lead him back into the 
room. He was grateful to her for getting him away from the crowd. 
She ordered him to stand still while she administered three more 
injections. One in his upper arm and one in each of his buttocks. 
"The first jab will generally reduce muscle action throughout the 
body" she told him "The effect of which, will be to reduce your 
strength by about fifty percent. We wouldn't want a teenage girl 
lifting heavy weights would we. It would be most out of 
character. The second two will stop the buttocks clenching, like 
a males do. Your backside will take on the distinctive rounded 
female shape. Won't that be appealing. You'll have all the boys 
after you now" she taunted him. "Please, you don't understand, I 
don't want to be like this. It is all my wife's doing, it isn't 
my idea" he told her in a hushed girlie voice. "You really do 
play your part well" she told him admiringly. He saw it was 
pointless trying to explain. She thought he was a pansy paying 
for this, and was just playing the part. It was hopeless.

His wife was busy picking out some clothes for him to wear. She 
brought them out and laid them over the chair. She told him to 
turn round and then she removed the glove and collar. His arms 
tingled in relief at being released. He thought about trying to 
make a break for it, or trying to overpower his wife, but he knew 
that the injection had already taken effect. He felt as weak as a 
kitten and now his wife, or any of the other women, would easily 
over power him in a fight. For the first time in his life he knew 
what it was like to live in a world where most people were his 
physical superior.

The nurse and his wife rubbed some more of the cream into his 
legs and arms. After a while they removed it. It was the last 
outward sign of his masculinity. He was now completely 
transformed into a young woman. He was trapped inside a female 
body and there was nothing he could do about it. His wife 
ordered him to get dressed. He was grateful to be given the 
chance to cover his nudity. He stepped into the lemon coloured 
silk panties and pulled them up his legs. It felt strange and 
erotic and it excited him, but this only lead to the now familiar 
ache in his trapped crotch. Next he put on the matching lemon 
coloured silk bra. The set was finished off with a delicate 
suspender belt. He then drew on the white sheer stockings and 
clipped them to the suspenders. He straightened up and looked at 
himself in the full length mirror. He was entranced to see such a 
beautiful young sexy girl staring back at him.

Next came the pale pink maids uniform. It had short puffed 
sleeves, a plunge vee neck that showed of his newly acquired 
cleavage, a tight bodice and slightly flared skirt that only 
covered him to the stocking tops. He zipped up the back and 
involuntarily smoothed down the front of the skirt with his 
hands. Emily noted the feminine gesture and smiled to herself, 
she knew then that it was going to be a walk over. He tied 
the small white silk pinafore with an exaggeratedly large bow at 
the back. The small white cap and four inch black stilettos 
completed the uniform. He stood waiting for orders with his hands 
behind his back and his head slightly bowed. He had taken a quick 
peek at himself in the mirror and was deeply humiliated at the 
sight.

"Your new name will be Suzi. You will not answer to anything 
else, is that understood" his wife asked. He nodded in quick 
compliance. "Now, I want to test something. Come here and stand 
still" she ordered. She then gave him a long lingering kiss and 
began to grind her pelvis against his, all the while squeezing 
his bottom through the silk knickers. His testicles ached 
unbearably and he began to moan with a mixture of pleasure and 
pain. "Oh please Emily...please stop...it hurts so much" he 
panted in his girlie voice. She broke off from the embrace and 
sharply reminded him that as a servant she must call her Mistress 
and not by her first name. He wasn't even aware that Emily had 
now started referring to him as female and that he had accepted 
it without question. "Turn round and bend over" she ordered. He 
did as he was told and could see himself in the full length 
mirror. It looked for all the world like a young servant girl 
being abused by an older woman. Emily began to rub him 
aggressively though his knickers, back and forth across the 
length of his latex pubic mound.

The ache was enormous and he could only pant and moan in pain 
and excitement. Very shortly it was too much for him and he felt 
the familiar rush of an orgasm, but this time instead of the 
usual relief and pleasure, he felt the sensation shoot inwards, 
causing a sudden intense pain in his lower abdomen. He let out an 
uncontrollable girlish shriek and his whole body shuddered. The 
pain finally subsided and he straightened up. He could feel a 
distinct wetness in his knickers but he was too embarrassed to 
investigate further. "What's the matter Suzi, have you had a 
little accident?" his wife taunted. "Here let me see, stand still 
and hold up your dress". He did as he was told and Emily reached 
down and tugged his knickers down. Sure enough the knickers were 
saturated with mucus and his false pubic bush was matted and 
soaked in the stuff. "Why Suzi, I do believe that you have wet 
your knickers with that overheated little pussy of yours" she 
laughed "You really will have to learn how to control yourself".

The nurse, who had been watching the spectacle came over to 
Martyn. She looked him in the face and said "It's all right, most 
of the ejaculation will have passed back into the bladder. Only 
the fine lubricating mucus gets down the urinary tract and out 
into the world. It's very realistic, don't you think. When you 
ejaculate it looks just like a real female orgasm. Aren't you 
pleased with all our work?". Martyn/Suzi looked at her and didn't 
know what to say, he felt so ashamed. His wife pulled up his 
knickers and he dropped the uniform back into place. "Well answer 
her Suzi" his wife chided. "Er...yes...Mistress nurse...thank you 
very much for all your work...it is wonderful" he stuttered in 
his girlie voice, and then he curtsied for her without realising 
what he was doing.

"And now Suzi your training really begins in earnest. When we 
have finished with you, no one will ever suspect anything other 
than that you are some pretty little empty headed maid, ready to 
perform any task asked of her" said Emily. Suzi curtsied once 
more and said "Yes Mistress". Suzi's torment was about to 
begin...

The End (For now :-)