Good Samaritan

 
It was a beautiful day for a walk, with a slight chill in the autumn
air.  I pulled on a thick sweater over my jeans and left for my stroll.
I had no particular place to go and no one who was expecting anything from
me for the whole weekend. I was free to do what ever I wanted with
no obligations. I hadn't had this much free time in years and I intended
to enjoy it, thoroughly! As I reached the sidewalk, I arbitrarily
turned to my left. Every turn I made was made for no particular reason.
I soon found myself in an area of town I had never been in before.
The houses were quite large, with impressive grounds. As I passed
the gates of a particularly large estate, an enchanting lady called me
over. "Could you help me", she asked, "I have a piece of furniture
I need to move and I can't do it myself".
 
 
Without a moments hesitation, I agreed to help her. She opended
the gate and I entered her yard. She closed the gate, which automatically
locked. She explained that the security system had been installed
by the previous owners... and I believed her.
 
 
As we walked to the house, she introduced herself as Domino and explained
that she and her two sisters had just moved in recently. Her sisters
were away for the day, thus the need for help moving the furniture.
The house was huge, with an imposing front door which had to be ten feet
high. The entrance way made me feel small and insignificant, but
I quickly brushed off the feeling as foolish. "The furniture is on
the second floor" domino explained. The front hall was flanked by
matching, winding stairways to the second floor. As we walked up
the stairs, I told her about myself. She seemed quite interested
in my career as an independent computer consultant.
 
 
Once we reached the landing, she directed me down a long corridor with
at least five doors on each side. Obviously, this house was even
larger then it looked from outside. At the very end, she opened a
door leading into a very feminine bedroom. The walls were pale pink,
the windows draped in antique lace. The furniture was painted ivory
with pink hi-lites (matching the walls). The queen-size, canopy bed
was covered with a pink duvet and lace covered throw pillows. Antique
lace, like the curtains, surrounded the bed.
 
 
"What I need moved is in the closet over here" Domino directed.
I followed her into the walk-in cupboard. Inside were shelves from
floor to ceiling stuffed with sweaters of every design and texture, I was
enthralled. While I stood there with my mouth hanging open, Domino
chose a sweater and gently dropped it over my head. She then unbottoned
my shirt and removed it. I was frozen with shock and let her do what
she wanted. Soon my shirt was off and my arms were in the sweater.
It felt wonderfully tight. Before I knew what was happening, my arms
were bound behind my back and a hood was placed over my head.
 
 
She pushed me farther into the cupboard and through a concealed door
at the back. I was helped up a small winding staircase to the third
floor, their "<font color="#CC66FF"><font size=+1>change</font></font>"
room.
 
 
The hood was secured to my neck by a sturdy collar and then I was stripped
of the rest of my clothes. I was pushed into a chair, my wrists were tied
to the arms with scarves and the collar was secured with a padlock.
My feet were placed on a foot stool which was level with the seat of the
chair. My ankles were tied to the foot stool, as far apart as possible.
I was left sitting in the chair with only the sweater and hood on, for
about an hour.
 
 
I heard footsteps climbing the stairs and realized that there was more
than one set. Apparently Domino's sisters had returned!
 
 
The sweater was removed, so I was naked except for the hood. Then they
shaved my legs, my chest and my arms. When they were done, my legs
were slipped into silk stockings, held up with a garter belt, accompanied
by matching silk and lace panties. I was untied so the undergarments
could be properly adjusted and so the matching corset could be fitted.
When they were satisfied with my new shape, they placed a mohair dress
over my head and replaced the hood.
 
 
The dress matched the hood and had been designed to bind my arms behind my
back, like a straight jacket. It felt wonderfully cozy and the smell
of wool was all encompassing. I was starting to become very aroused.
Domino said "Well, look at that, I think she likes this. This will
make our jobs so much easier". One of the sisters agreed and suggested
they move on to the next phase of their plan.
 
 
I was moved over to a table, which they forced me to lay on from the waist up.
They flipped the bottom of the dress out of the way and pulled down my
panties, exposing my bum. Then I felt a sharp pain as I was given
a needle, and then a second one. My cheeks were spread apart and
some lubricant was spread on and in my asshole. Then a tampon was
inserted.
 
 
My panties were repositioned and I was allowed to get up. "We'll
start with something small, and work our way up to a full size dildo.
Soon you will know just what it feels like to have a man inside you", one
of them said. The others started to laugh.
 
 
The needles had been hormones, and would continue daily for weeks to
come.
 
 
I quickly got used to them and the changes that were occurring to my body.
My skin got softer and less hairy, my breasts started growing and my weight
started shifting. My rear got bigger as my arms and waist got thinner.
I soon came to love the feeling of tightness the corset gave me.
In fact, I started to get back pains whenever I wasn't wearing it.
 
 
Every other day, the butt plug was changed for a slightly larger one.
Soon, I found it very difficult to be without the plug. My hole had
stretched so much, that it wouldn't close on its own. If I was very
good, one of the sisters would don a dildo and fulfill my needs.
I dreamed of having a real man make love to me, but knew that was out of
the question.
 
 
After that first day, I lived in the bedroom on the second floor.
I was allowed to wear any of the sweaters in the cupboard and soon found
I had a preference for the angora, mohair or cashmere ones.
 
 
The other sisters were named Isis and Cleo, but I was required to call
all of them "Mistress". They taught me how to apply makeup and, as
my hair grew longer, how to use curlers, curling irons and blow dryers
to get the desired effect.
 
 
I was also taught how to walk, talk and act in a feminine way.
Wearing such feminine clothes made it that much easier to do their bidding.
I belonged to them, in every way.
 
 
As time went by, I was required to wear more elaborate clothes. No longer
were sweater dresses allowed. My mistresses wanted me to look and
feel demure, so full skirts with pettycoats were provided.
 
 
I was required to have all of my body except my head covered at all
times. I wore a minimum of three inch heels. My hands were
always hidden inside tight fitting calf skin gloves which matched my outfit
and my shoes. The skirts were often quite full, with many layers
beneath. The effect was a lovely swishing sound whenever I moved.
With my hands bound, and the large skirts, it was impossible for me to
negotiate stairs on my own. Therefore I was given free run of the
second floor, as long as at least one of the sisters was home.
 
 
When they were all out, I was locked in my room, in chains. I didn.t mind
this as I was usually given some wonderfully warm and cozy sweater to wear
when they went out. The chains just pressed the soft angora more
closely to my skin. I spent these times reflecting on the changes
that had occurred in my life in this past year. I no longer thought
of myself as male, my body wouldn't let me. I was completely comfortable
with my new body. The only part that caused me discomfort, was the
last vestige of malehood I had. I spent a lot of time dreaming of
having "it" removed, but I wasn't in a position to do anything about it.
 
 
One day, Isis found me in tears, on returning home. I was so depressed
about not being a complete woman that I couldn't hold it in any longer.
I told her about my dreams. I expected her to be mad at me for expressing
my own desires. After all, I was supposed to be spending my time
pleasing my mistresses, not myself! She didn't get mad, though.
She took me in her arms and comforted me until I stopped crying.
 
 
The next day, I was called into the sitting room where all three sisters
were waiting for me. I was told to sit down and listen carefully.
Apparently, they had been waiting for me to express the desire to become
a woman. My outburst the previous day to Isis, had been expected.
I was to see a doctor that afternoon about scheduling the surgery.
As well, once the surgery was done, I would no longer be confined to the
second floor, or my room when they were out. I was to become a full
fledged member of the family!
 
 
They were true to their word. I was allowed to roam the rest of
the house, now that I was "one of the girls". I didn't think my life
could get any better, until the day I met Jack. He was the first
person I had seen, other than the sisters, in over a year.
 
His coming over was a special occasion, so I dressed in my best outfit.
I spent hours getting ready, as did my mistresses. When Jack finally
arrived, I was a nervous wreck. This was my first time seeing a man
as a woman, and I was scared I would make a fool of myself! But the
year of training had paid off. The evening went beautifully!
I had a wonderful time and apparently, so did Jack. We saw a lot
of each other, over the next while. Both Jack and I were playing
right into the plans of the sisters. Neither of us knew it, but it
was their intention to have Jack marry me. Their plan worked!
 
 
After two months of seeing each other at least twice a week, Jack proposed.
I was speechless. He was down on bended knee with the largest diamond
ring I had ever seen. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't
accept without telling Jack about my past, but I was afraid he would bolt
as soon as I told him.
 
 
Finally I got up the courage, and told him that I used to be a man.
He told me he already knew. The sisters had explained everything
to him before we first met. It didn't matter to him what I had been,
it only mattered what I was now. Needless to say, I accepted his
proposal.
 
 
The wedding was a dream as was the gown I wore.
 
 
All my dreams had come true!
 
 
The End.
