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From: an105831@anon.penet.fi (The Archivist)
Subject: A Dream Cum True
Date: Mon, 17 Oct 1994 21:18:32 UTC

			   A Dream Cum True
			    Author Unknown
			       Part One

	Ann and I work together as tellers at the branch office of a
large metropolitan bank. She started a few days after I, so being the
new kids on the block, and we immediately got to know each other right
away. I was the only male working at this branch office, even the
branch manager was a women.

	One day Ann mentioned that they were about to tear down her
apartment and she had to find another place right away. I told her
that there was a vacancy in the building I lived in, so after checking
it out, she moved in two doors down the hall from me. Living so close
to each other we became even closer friends.

	One evening, on the way home from work, Ann told me that she was
going shopping, and asked and if I wanted to go with her. I didn't have
any plans, so agreed to go. It was decided that afterwards we would take
in a show. We didn't even go home, but stopped at a nearby restaurant
and had a bite to eat.

	While we were eating, Ann asked me why I became a bank teller,
seeing that it was predominately a woman's job. I told her that I had
just got my accounting degree and that one must start someplace, and I
was offered this position, and that I took it in the belief that it
was a starting point and in hopes that I would move up the corporate
ladder.

	She said that she didn't want to imply that I was gay or
anything, but was just curious. She asked me, "Don't you feel a little
funny working entirely with women?" I told her that I had never really
given it much thought, but that it didn't bother me in the least, in
fact, I kind of liked it, stating that I wasn't one of those `macho'
males and that women have the same rights as a man. I told her that I
almost preferred it to working with a bunch of `macho' men because then I
didn't have to hear all the b.s. that they like to spread.

	After dinner we went to the mall so she could do her shopping.
She told me she just wanted to get a few things and that it wouldn't
take too much time. As we were walking, she remarked that we were almost
the same size. I laughed at that and said, "I guess, almost, but we
have different equipment."

	Then she said, "That's too bad, seeing as how we now live so
close together we could share clothes and `stuff'." "I don't think I'd
look quite as good as you do in them," I said, and we both laughed.

	Ann was becoming very extemporaneous with her statements. I
didn't think much of it, because we were almost like brother and
sister. Both of us had moved away from our families and we really had
no one else to confide in other than long distant phone calls, which
neither of us could afford.

	Ann stopped by a rather fashionable lingerie shop. I said I
would wait outside but she insisted that I go in with her. She said,
"Oh come on - you work with all women anyway, you might as well see
what we wear underneath." She picked up a beautiful pink satin
nightgown, holding it between us, almost as if she was holding up to
me. I must have blushed as I turned to the side because she said,
smiling, "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to embarrass you!!!! I was just
looking at it."

	Then she said, "You don't really know what you're missing, it's
got to be more comfortable to sleep in than those rough men's pajamas,
you should try it some time." I told her I didn't wear pajamas, that I
slept in my shorts. She said, "That's even worse," and we both
laughed.

	She made a few more purchases, including some panties, a
camisole, and that satin nightgown. After she paid for them, we left
and went to the show.

	I had a hard time watching the show because every time there
was a sexy part I imagined Ann holding that nightie in front of me and
felt myself wondering what it would feel like. As hard as I tried I
could not get the idea out of my head.

	A few times she would ask me something and I'd be in a daze;
then suddenly she asked me if something was wrong. I couldn't tell her
the truth so I just told her I had some things on my mind.

	As we were leaving the theater she said, "What's wrong Tom? I
can tell something is on your mind, you can tell me. You know, both of
our families live a long way away. You're almost like a sister, I
mean, brother, I mean that I have become very close to you!! and I
hope you feel the same way." I said that I did, but that something I
ate must not have agreed with me and left it at that. I know she
didn't believe me, but she let it ride.

	When we got to our apartment house, it was late, so we said
goodnight and went into our apartments. We knew we'd be tired the next
day, but we knew we could handle it.

	I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a knock on my
door. I couldn't figure who would be knocking this late at night and I
knew Ann was going to go right to bed herself. I asked who it was and
Ann said, "It's only me, I forgot to give you something." I opened the
door and she handed me a little package. I asked what it was and she
said, "I forgot to give it to you earlier," stating that she hoped I
liked it and wouldn't take offense at it. "I hope you feel better
tomorrow," she said and left without another word.

	My curiosity was aroused, and as I opened the package my hands
was shaking. I don't know why, but I was hoping it was that pink silk
nightgown. Was I going nuts????? Why was I even thinking this!!! As I
opened the cover on the box, there it was, the pink silky nightie and
a short note. I picked up the note and read it.

	I know I couldn't sleep in those crummy shorts
	and just thought that you `might' want to sleep
	in heaven some night. I won't think you're funny
	or something if you do, and I would be mad if
	you don't. I know I love the soft silky material
	around me as I sleep and hope you'll at least
	give it a try. I hope you don't think of me as
	being goofy, but I almost feel like you're a
	sister to me, someone in whom I can confide.
	See you tomorrow, Love Ann.

	I felt the soft silky material and a strange feeling came over
me. I took off my shorts and slipped the silky negligee over my head
like it was the most natural thing to do. It took me a while to fall
asleep; every time I moved, I was caressed by the heavenly feeling of
the nightie. Why did I even put it on???

			       Part Two

	I woke up the next morning and it took me a short while to
figure out what I had on and why. It felt exquisitely strange when I
got out of bed, the fragile, delicate, sheer material swirling about
my legs, caressing my morning erection. I had to go to the bathroom,
but when I attempted to stand, it was virtually impossible as the
skirt of my negligee kept getting in the way, so I sat down thinking,
since I'm wearing a women's night gown, I might as well act the part
and sit.

	As I sat down, I looked at my reflection in the wall mirror.
As much as I liked the feel of the satiny material, I felt guilty,
knowing that I was invading the private dominion of the feminine
gender by wearing such an intimate article of their exclusive
environment. I knew I shouldn't be wearing this forbidden article of
clothing, but I also knew that I now had an unknown compulsion, and
was not satisfied with `just' a nightie, that I now had to explore the
restricted world of femininity and to see what it would be like to
experience the unknown world of femininity.

	I finished in the bathroom and regretfully, but carefully,
took off the nightie, knowing that I better be getting ready for work.
I carefully hung it up in my closet, and got ready. No sooner had I
put on my shoes and Ann was knocking at my door. We left for work
without mention of the nightie.

	When I got to work I had a hard time concentrating on my job.
I knew I wanted to get home and go to bed in my new nightie, but I
also knew I shouldn't. I ended up being short in my drawer and Ann had
to help me to balance it out. She again reiterated about something
being wrong, but did not mention the nightie or anything else for that
matter.

	When we got home, I tried as hard as I could, but couldn't
resist the desire to get into my nightie. I began to think, no
procrastinate, "Oh what the heck, it's only a nightie and it really is
more comfortable than my shorts."

	The rest of the week went about the same. No mention was ever
made about the soft silky nightgown I received from Ann.

	Saturday morning finally arrived and it felt good to sleep
late. When I got up I went to do my normal?? morning formalities in
the bathroom. I didn't have to and didn't want to change. I got the
same erotic sensations that I got the first morning. It really felt
deliciously wonderful as I walked around the apartment and the
feminine material pirouetted around my body.

	I made a pot of coffee and was just about to sit down and have
a cup when I heard a knock on the door. Without thinking, I got up and
started walking to the door when I realized what I had on and stopped
short.

	"Just a minute," I said. I quickly removed the nightie and
slipped on a pair of pants. I opened the door and there stood Ann.

	"You didn't have to put on your pants," she said, "I've seen
shorts before, or weren't you wearing `shorts'? < smiling > I just
came over to borrow some coffee," since she was out and felt like a cup
of `real' coffee.

	Since I already had a pot made, I invited her in for some. I
told her, "I throw half the pot away anyway, so you might as well have
some already brewed." She said that she drank instant coffee most of
the time because "I don't like to waste it, but I really preferred
real brewed coffee." She was wearing a pink satin robe over her
nightie and a pair of fluffy pink `mule' high heeled slippers. We
talked about the things that had transpired during the course of the
week and all the other gossip around the office.

	Ann asked if she could use the bathroom.

	"Sure," I said, forgetting that I had tossed the nightie in
the bathtub before I answered the door. After she left I panicked.

	"What if she sees it?" I thought.

	Well it didn't take long to find out. Ann did indeed find it
and she came out of the bathroom with a big grin on her face saying,
"And what is this??? and why did you throw it in the bath tub???" I
confessed to her that I did try it, `once', and then I just put it
there.

	"Sure you did!!!" she said smiling. "I bet you that you were
wearing it when I came over, and that is why it took you so long to
answer the door. I really don't care, really, in fact I wanted you to,
that's why I gave it to you in the first place. But to just `throw' it
in the bathtub!!!! A girl has to learn to take care of `her' things."

	This was the first time that I had ever been referred to in
the gender of the opposite sex, and it sent a strange, but thrilling
chill through out my body. Ann knew it and continued, "We could really
make you into a very attractive girl if you'd want to."

	I still denied that I had just worn it, but she knew I was
lying because she said, "You know you're a lousy liar! You're blushing
from ear to ear, almost to the point that you wouldn't have to wear
any rouse and have perfectly rosy cheeks." She walked over to the
table and place the delicate item in my lap and then sat down.

	"So this is what has been bothering you all week, hasn't it?"
she said. "Ever since I took you into that lingerie store last week
you have been acting funny. That is why I gave it to you in the first
place. I just had a premonition that you would like to be a `girl' at
times, in fact, that is why I wanted you to go shopping with me in the
first place. I wanted to see how you would act, and let me tell you,
it wasn't like a macho male.

	"Please!!!! you don't have to be shy with me. I don't care.
You're NOT like most men, and since we have gotten to know each other
a little better, I often think of you as my sister, not like a male
co-worker, and I really would love to have a sister. We have talked
about things that male and female co-workers just don't talk about,
but female to female co-workers do. Please tell me, wouldn't you want
to be my sister? We could have many good times together."

	I finally confessed to her that I had been wearing it every
night since she had given it to me and for some unknown reason I did
enjoy the feeling of it. I told her that I had never, ever, done
anything like that before, and I didn't know why it had such an effect
on me.

	Then she said, "Probably because it's so soft and delicate,
and subconsciously, you really don't like those harsh male clothes.
Wouldn't it be nice to be able to wear soft, silky panties and hose,
and have the cool spring breezes blow up your skirt as we walked to
work. To feel your silky panties slid against your `silky' slip. To
be able to wear sexy high heels and hear them click as you walk. To
feel your earrings dangle as you walk." I was getting an erection as
she talked. I again didn't know why but I was getting very aroused.

	I just sat there while she continued to talk.

	"The other girls at the office and I have been doing some
talking and couldn't understand why you would `even' take the job
you've got. Some of them even think you might be `gay', but most of us
just feel that you might just have some feminine attributes. I have
convinced most of them that you're not gay, but then, I too find it
hard, since you have not made any advances toward me. You're not gay,
are you??"

	"No, I'm not!!!!! I just wanted to get going on my career
before I got into a situation where I would have to get serious. You
can't afford to get serious on the salary we make, so I just decided
to wait till I could improve my position and my salary before I would
possibly meet someone and then could not take care of her the way I
would like to."

	"How do you mean, you would like to. Do you mean in her
`rightful' manner?" she said.

	"I guess so," I said.

	"Would you like to be a girl?"

	"I guess so," I said.

	"Do you want me to make you into a girl?"

	"I guess so," I said.

	"Will you do everything I say?"

	"I guess so," I said.

	What was I saying? It was like I was hypnotized because
everything she said I answered. "I guess so." By the time I she was
done asking me questions, I was ready for her to change my sex!!! Is
this what I wanted???? "I guess so," I thought. I didn't tell her that
inwardly I did wished I were "just one of the girls," and that I too
enjoyed working with girls.

	She got up and walked to the door. I said, "Are you mad or
something?? She said, "Heavens no, not at all, I'll be right back."

	In a moment she returned with a bag full of something. She
looked at the nightie that I still held in my lap and said, "Are you
sure you're game???"

	"Yes Ann, I guess so,' I said.

	Then, in an authoritative voice that I had never heard from
the lips of Ann, she said, "Get up!! and take off those appalling male
clothes." Without any argument, I did as she said. I stood stark naked
and she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where she had
me shave my face exceptionally close, and then she had me stand in the
bathtub where she rubbed some smelly cream all over my body, even
around my private area. It started to burn a little and I asked her
what it was. She told me that it would soften my skin. I accepted
that, thinking it would only be temporary.

	After about twenty minutes she told me to stand under the
shower and wash myself. As I did I noticed all, and I mean all my body
hair was falling off. I started to protest and she just told me, "I
didn't lie to you, I told you it would `soften' your skin. Feel
yourself, I bet you feel softer already." When I was done she padded
me dry with a soft towel and rubbed a scented lotion all over my body.

	Then she went into her bag and brought out a big powder puff
and proceeded to powder my entire body. I could not believe my
appearance.  As I gazed into the mirror, I had a feminine looking
appearance. I was as smooth as a baby, and except for that thing
between my legs and having no breasts, I looked like a woman.

	She again looked into the bag and brought out a pink silk bra
and some foam pads. "Here," she said, let me help you with this."
Without any hesitation, I slipped my arms through the straps and Ann
hooked the back. Then she put the foam inserts into the bra giving me
a wonderful, `almost natural', feeling. I was melting, loving every
minute, and she knew it.

	Then she brought out a matching pair of panties and told me to
slip into them. They felt so soft, so erotic, so delicate, soooooooooo
wonderful. I knew I was going into the realm of the unknown, but
didn't care. For some unknown reason I knew I wanted this and didn't
want it ever to end. I then slipped the nightie over my head and felt
the soft material again caress my now smooth and hairless body.

	She brought out a pair of pink, fluffy, high heeled mule
slippers, exactly like she was wearing. She slipped them on my feet
and I almost fell. "You'll get used to them," she said, smiling. She
applied a lip gloss to my lips and told me that I would have to learn
how to do my own makeup in the future. I licked my lips and they too
felt soft and delicate, just like the rest of me. As I analyzed myself
in the mirror, we truly were sisters!!!

	We then sat down and continued our conversation. It was
different. We talked about clothes, `Women's Clothes'. She asked me
what styles I liked and what I thought about makeup. In general we
talked about everything `men' don't talk about. Then she looked at me
and said, "I don't think I can continue calling you Tom. How does Tami
sound to you???" I kind of shrugged my shoulder and she said, "So be
it!!! I now christen you TAMI!!"

	Ann stayed the better part of the day and then she said she
had some things to do. I carefully walked her to the door. I spent the
rest of the day in my new attire, practicing how to walk and act as I
had been instructed to by Ann. I didn't know why I was doing this, but
for some unknown reason, didn't want it ever to end. Saturday and
Sunday went by quickly.

	On Monday I was getting ready for work when I heard a knock on
the door, it was Ann. She handed me another little package and said,
"This will be our little secret," and left back to her apartment. I
opened it to find seven pairs of panties, with each day of the week
embroidered on the legs, and in seven different colors. I slipped on
MONDAY and got ready for work.

	The week went by slowly. I couldn't wait to get home and get
ready for bed. I'd lounge around my apartment at night thinking of the
weekend and what it would bring. Ann gave me little knowing smiles all
week, but never once gave any acknowledgment of my `hidden' attire. It
felt devilishly strange every time I moved. "What will this weekend
hold in store for me," I wondered.

			      Part Three

	Saturday morning finally arrived. As we had gone to our doors
Friday night after work, nothing was ever mentioned as to what might
to happen the next morning. I felt disappointed, yet relieved, but was
inwardly hoping that `something' would happen. I don't know what I
expected, but my heart started racing a hundred miles a minute when
the phone began to ring. I picked up the receiver.

	It was Ann calling to say that she would not be over because
she didn't feel well. I asked her what was the matter and she said
that it was her time of the month and she just felt like lying in bed
and relaxing. Again I felt that disappointment. I told her to take it
easy and jokingly said, that if she wanted, I would "serve" her some
coffee in bed.

	Ann said, "That is really sweet of you, I'd love some if you
don't mind." I assured her I didn't. "Oh Tami," she said, and my heart
started to pound again, "please don't wear those foolish pants. I'd
love it if you came over just the way you are dressed, RIGHT NOW! What
are you wearing my little sissy?" I told her that I had on the bra and
panties and nightie, along with the pink, high heeled slippers. She
said, giggling, "You must almost be getting use to walking in heels by
now."

	"What if someone sees me in the hall," I asked?

	"Don't be so silly Tami, just look down the hall and see if
anyone is coming, and then, come to my door. It's open, so just walk
in." I said okay and got the coffee pot and placed it, along with some
cups, on a tray. I cautiously opened my door, checked the hall, and
proceed to go to Ann's door.

	As she had said, her door was open, so I let myself in. I went
to her bedroom door and knocked, "Ann?" knowing it was me, said, "Who
is it??" I jokingly said, "Room service; your coffee, madam." She
said, "You may enter `missy'." We both laughed as I entered and put
the tray over her lap, the coffee steaming. She was polishing her
nails a bright shade of passion pink when I came in. The smell of the
polish made my nose tingle.

	She said, "I still have to do my toenails, but they can wait,
unless you want to do them for me while we talk and drink our coffee,
I really hate cold coffee." I told her that I'd try, but that I had
never done any thing like that before, so "don't laugh if I do your
whole toe instead of just the toenail."

	She laughed and said, "You'll get used to it, a girl `must'
know how to polish her nails." We talked as I did her nails, and after
they were finished, I set the bottle on the tray and poured myself a
cup of coffee. I was sitting on the end of the bed and after slipping
my foot out of my slipper, casually put my leg along side her while we
talked. We continued our conversation and sipped our coffee. Unknown
to me, she had picked up the bottle of polish, opened it, and started
putting the bright pink nail polish on my toenails.

	I just watched as she did this, and for some reason, didn't
say or do anything. When she was finished with the right foot I
spontaneously, without thinking, removed my other slipper and put up
the left one. Ann just looked at me, and with a cunning smile,
proceeded to do the other foot, knowing that I was in heaven.

	When she was done with both feet she looked at me, smiled
again and said, "Why did you let me polish your nails?" I didn't know
what to say. I just looked at my pink toenails and then at her and
said, "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see what they would look
and feel like; besides, it matches my slippers." Ann just smiled. I
knew she wanted me to wear it, and I knew she knew "I" wanted to too.

	We talked some more and I all but forgot about my painted
toenails. We ran out of coffee, so Ann suggested that I make another
pot, but that she still didn't have any and I would have to go to my
apartment to get some. Without thinking, like it was the `natural'
thing to do, I said, "Okay," and left.

	I opened the door and started down the hall to my apartment.
Then I saw my neighbor, a young man and his wife of a few months,
staring at me and realized why. I said words to the effect that I had
stopped at Ann's apartment and that we were just `fooling' around, and
that `she' had talked me into this temerity. We both laughed, and I
hoped he didn't recognize the trepidation in my voice. Then he said
that he and his wife were going to the store and if I needed anything
they would pick it for me.

	I said, "No, I can't think of anything," and thanked him. He
laughed and said, "OH? I thought you might need some more "polish" for
your fingernails." I looked down at my feet. I was so taken back that
I couldn't think of a thing to say.

	Thank goodness I had forgotten to put on my slippers or he
would have really known that this was not just a quirk, because I
could now walk naturally in heels. I must have been just about as pink
with blush as my toenails.

	He and his wife were chuckling as they went down the hall when
I heard her say, "You know, I really like that color nail polish, I
wonder if "she" would let me try some!!" I went into my apartment,
still shaking, and made the coffee, constantly looking at my feet.

	When I finished, I carefully checked the hall and then almost
ran with the coffee to Ann's apartment. I told her what had happened
and she broke out in hysterics. I told her I didn't think it was so
funny, and really feeling guilty now, said that I wanted to get if off
RIGHT NOW!! She just laughed even harder and said, "Don't be silly,
you know you like it!! You know you enjoy it as much as I do. You
enjoy being a SISSY, and humiliation is a part of the thrill of it.
Now, do you want me to take it off, or do you want to be "my" little
sissy!!!"

	I couldn't, or didn't want to, answer her. She again said in a
demanding manner, "Answer me damn it, do you want it off or not??!!!"
She was getting furious with me, and I knew that if I said I wanted it
off, it would all be over.

	In a humble voice I answered her, "No Ann, you know I want it
on if it makes `you' happy." She looked me straight in the eyes and
said, "Tell me why you want to keep it on."

	"Because I want to be your friend," I said.

	"Is that the only reason!!??" she said.

	"No Ann, I want to be YOUR little sissy and I enjoy being a
sissy, I want to be a girl," I said.

	"Okay," she said, "but from now on, you are going to do as I
say. You are going to be `MY' little girl. You will address me as
Mistress Ann, and I will turn you into the girl, the sissy, you want
to be. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!!!"

	"Yes Ann, I mean, Mistress Ann," I said.

	In this short period of time we had gone from just friends to
a new kind of relationship. What would happen next I didn't know, but,
for some strange reason, I didn't ever want it to end, and it hasn't.

	This was a new side of Ann that I had never scene. She became
very assertive and domineering, and I became very tractable and
submissive. I knew she knew I loved being a sissy and I would have to
live with my discussion, at least for a while, I thought.

	Ann told me to get up and stand next to the bed. I did as I
was told and she looked at me and said, "You really do have a rather
delicate body, I'm glad you don't have a lot of hair and it doesn't
grow very fast. Go to the bathroom and shave what little you do have
off again."

	Without any protest I got up to go to the bathroom.

	Ann said, "And I don't want you to say anything. There is a
razor on the tub and some soap. There is also some `Nair', and after
you shave, I want you to lather your whole body with it and let it on
for about ten minutes, this will remove any left over stubble, and then
take a shower using the scented soap.

	"After you're finished, `pat' yourself dry, and `dust' your
whole body and come back here. Now do as you are told. I promise you
this will not be as bad as you think. I have contemplated for a long
time that you were really a sissy. It just took the right time to get
you to admit it. Now that you have, we can have a much closer
relationship. I'm sure that you have wanted me for more than just a
friend for a long time now, but were too shy and timid to ask me. You
acted almost like a girl friend, not like a man that wants a women. I
have wanted to have you also, but not as you were. You see Tami, I
want the best of both worlds. I want a man that looks, acts, and feels
like a women. I want a male lesbian. I can't stand a macho man."

	I didn't know what to say so I submissively went into the
bathroom to shave myself as I had been directed. I shaved my legs and
arms, under my armpits, my chest and face. I then used the depilatory
all over my body and after about ten minutes, rinsed it off.

	After I patted myself dry, I dusted my entire body with a
scented body powder. It was an extremely feminine and beautiful
scent, and as I place the powder puff in different parts of my body,
the fragrance flew about the room.

	When I returned Ann looked at me and said, "You forgot
something, didn't you?"

	I said, "I don't think so."

	Ann said, "Look at that thing between your legs. I said I
wanted all your hair removed. You can't have hair stubble ruining the
looks of the beautiful panties you will be wearing from now on. Be
careful not to cut yourself, or you will really be a sissy."

	I left again and this time I removed all my hair around my
`private' area. When I returned the second time Ann seemed pleased
with my appearance.

	Ann looked at me and said, "Yes, my little sissy, you will love
your new role. I will treat you better than any man treats his wife
but you have to be honest and loyal to me, doing what I think is best
for us. I will never blackmail you, and if you want out, go, but if
you do, it's over. You will never be allowed back. The choice will
always up to you."

	With that Ann, Mistress Ann, kissed me and I knew that I loved
her and that I would be a good wife to her and be a good sissy for
her. I trusted her, and knew that she would never hurt me and `she'
would be a wonderful husband.

	My mind was whirling. I thought about all the women who have
the `privilege' to wear such wonderful and beautiful clothes and still
insist on looking like slobs. Then women have many customary
privileges not even known to men. They can wear any type of clothing
they wish, but if a man were to wear a skirt, he's labeled a fag,
sissy, or whatever. If a man cries, he's a wimp, but a women can
appear as hard or soft as she believes necessary. Why can't a man wear
and act as he wants? I guess society is not ready for it at this time;
what a shame.

	Ann saw that I was daydreaming and asked me if I liked how I
felt and what I saw. I responded with, "Yes,... but I'm scared," and
told her of my other thoughts. She again told me not to worry. that
she would take care of me, that I would love my new role in life. She
said there would be times that I may not like, or understand, what and
why she did something, but that she knew best and everything would be
just fine. "Trust me," she said.

	With that, Ann took me by the hand like a child and led me to
her vanity. She took tweezers and removed a few hairs from my eyebrows,
giving them a somewhat feminine shape. She again reaffirmed that I
would have to learn to put on my own make-up, because she could not do
it for me `every day'.

	Every day???? What did she mean by that. I asked her, "What do
you mean, Mistress Ann, every day?"

	"I mean every day!!!" she said. "We will start out slowly at
first, but in a short time you will be `working' as one of the girls.
Some of us have been talking, and after I told them about last weekend
and our trip to the lingerie shop, we think you will fit in nicely as
`one of the girls'."

	I thought to myself that this was okay in the privacy of the
house, but to go out and actually work as girl, well I just wasn't
sure, and was about to protest when Ann said, "And don't argue either;
remember I said you will not always understand, but I do know what is
best." I didn't say a word.

	She put a lovely pink shade of lip gloss on my ready and eager
lips. It matched my nail polish. Then she worked on the rest of my
make-up. I was amazed at the beautiful girl taking shape in the mirror.
She put a pink satin bra around my chest and padded it nicely.

	Then I slipped my smooth legs into an extremely lacy pair of
panties. They felt marvelous as I slid them up my legs. She gave me a
sheer pink negligee and matching robe to put over the panties and bra.
I found my high heeled pink fluffy mules and slipped them on my feet.
I loved the way they looked with my `pink' nail polish sticking out in
the front. As soon as I had them on my feet, Ann said to me, "I think
it is time for you to go. I want you to wear what you have on till we
can get some more suitable clothing for your new image.

	"When you answer your phone I want you to say "hello?? - this
is sissy speaking," and when you answer your door I want you to open
it up all the way, dressed just as you are. I don't want you to peek
around the door. Just open it like you always did. Do I make myself
clear??? I want all the world to know you are a sissy."

	"Yes Ann," I said.

	Ann walked me to the door. I checked the hall and saw no one,
so I left. Ann closed her door and I started to walk down the hall
with my heels clicking; then I remembered I had left my keys in her
apartment. I ran back and found that she had her door locked. I
knocked but she didn't answer. I knocked harder, harder, when I heard
someone coming up the stairs.

	"Please Ann, open the door, I don't have my keys and someone
is coming!!!!"

	About this time Andy and his wife turned the corner. I didn't
know what do to or where to hide. Here I was in a pink negligee and
the `high heeled mules', and in full make-up. Andy and his wife
looked at each other and she said, "Still playing games, I see. It's
getting better every time we go down the hall. At least his nail
polish matches his, I mean her, slippers."

	After they entered their apartment, Ann opened her door. She
smiled at me and said, "You'll have to learn, and need to suffer some
humiliation so you know your place. As I said before, you can quit at
any time. Now go to your apartment and I'll talk to you later." She
then handed me my keys.

	I didn't say a word, I just went to my apartment, opened the
door and went in. After I closed the door I just stood there
wondering what Ann was going to do next. What was happening to me? I
loved the feeling of my new clothes, I loved Ann, I wanted to be a
sissy, why I don't know, but I could not turn back, even if it meant
being humiliated. What was going to happen next... I took a long hard
look in the mirror and smiled...