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“Irene,wake up sweetie.” Slowly the mist from my dream started to lift. Irene, who’s that? I slowly became aware that I was holding something soft and cuddly in my arms. A Teddy bear? I moved and felt something tugging at my chest. Breasts? I opened my eyes slowly and saw the broad smile of a pretty redhead just in front of my face. “Wake up, pretty girl.” In a flash everything from last night came back. Oh, my god, so it wasn’t a dream! I sat up and looked down at myself. Through strands of blonde hair I saw two perky breasts beneath black satin pyjamas. Oh wow! The redhead (Gabrielle, I remembered in a flash) told me to shower and to meet her downstairs. I got out of bed and, noticing my stockinged feet, went into the small bathroom. I wasn’t truly prepared for what I saw in the mirror. A sleepy blonde in heavy makeup stared back at me. She opened her mouth and whispered, “Well hello there….” Everything was coming back slowly, and vaguely it dawned upon me what I was expected to do. I took off the hair, my pyjamas, the lingerie and the stockings I was wearing. Under the thong I found a piece of garment which held my cock back. I remembered that it was called a gaff. The breasts seemed to be glued to my chest so I just grinned and stepped under the shower. I noticed my razor still lying there and made my face baby-smooth again. I put on a pink dressing gown and went downstairs, taking the wig and the clothes with me. Gabrielle met me, dressed in jeans, high heeled ankle boots and a white blouse, and ushered me into her room, to the vanity table from last night. She told me to don the gaff and gave me a set of bra and panties. In a trance I put on the shiny but simple black lingerie, admiring the feminine flat shape of my pussy. “I’ll do your makeup, sweetie, but then I’ll have to run to my work. Don’t worry; the girls will take care of you.” I nodded sheepishly and Gabrielle started to do her magic. She cleaned some patches on my face which weren’t washed off enough in the shower and put on foundation and powder. “I want to give you a more natural girly daytime look for your first steps outside,” she said, “it’s such a pity I can’t go with you today.” Outside? I felt panic coming up while she worked on my eyes, applying eyeliner and golden brown eye Escort ankara shadow. She put mascara on my eyelashes, including the falsies she had glued on yesterday. It felt funny when I batted my eyes. Using a plastic template she filled in my neatly trimmed eyebrows. She applied some powder until she was satisfied and contoured my lips with a red pencil. Filling it in with medium shade of red and adding a touch of lip gloss made it complete. She took the long blonde wig, put it on my head, shifted it a bit and stepped back to admire the result. “Nice!” she said, “cute, but not too sexy. Just what you need for today. Such a shame I have to work. Tell me everything about it tonight! Have fun, pretty girl!” And with a kiss on my forehead she rushed off. I heard the front door and kept staring at the cute girl in the mirror, a bit at a loss what to do next. I stood up in front of the mirror just enjoying the black lingerie on my smooth body, long blonde hair flowing halfway down my back. I heard somebody coming down the stairs and saw Debbie standing in the doorframe, wearing a huge T-shirt with Minnie Mouse on it. She was about my height, fully figured with large breasts and legs that didn’t seem to end. She had a huge smile on her face. “Good morning, little sis,” she said, “We’re going to have so much fun today! Make yourself comfortable. I’ll make breakfast for you and Becca, that is if Milady ever wakes up of course.” I installed myself on the couch, still a bit dozy. Becca came down in a pink baby doll and silently sat next to me, softly caressing my leg. “Hello Irene, did you dream of me?” I stared into her green eyes. She was a bit taller then me, a bit skinny but with all the curves in the right places and with a permanent naughty look in her eyes. I confessed and she just smiled. During breakfast we talked about all kinds of things and I almost forgot that I sat at a breakfast table in London, in lingerie, in full make up, with two pretty girls I was only just getting to know. Suddenly it all came back with a bang. I felt nauseous and nervous and I couldn’t eat another bite. The girls noticed and Debbie said, “Ok, let’s go for it then.” We went to Gabrielle’s room and the girls made me stand in front of the mirror. Balgat escort “For starters; Gab left you something,” Debbie said, “turn around and lift your arms.” I did and Debbie wrapped some sort of a wide belt around my waist, hooking it up at the front. “Breath out,” she said and started pulling some laces at the back. I felt like I was clipped in two and breathing suddenly became hard. “Just relax, Irene,” Becca chuckled, while Debbie made a knot, “you’ll get used to it. We know, we’ve all modelled for Gab.” The girls started to discuss how they would dress me up just like I was their new doll. I cowardly suggested that, since it would be my first time out, we could start with some casual jeans. “Nonsense,” Becca said, “that would be a waste. I want to show off your pretty legs.” She went to her room and returned with a short pleated skirt in faux leather. “These will be perfect; you’ll only need some black pantyhose with it.” From one of the drawers she produced a pair and I started putting them on, careful not to rip them. The sensation of the material against my smooth shaven legs was wonderful. Debbie gave me a sleeveless top with Hello Kitty on it. I put it on with some effort and noticed how my nipples showed through the pink fabric. I put on the leather skirt. It came halfway up my thighs. “Isn’t it a bit short?” I said nervously. “Just don’t bend over if you don’t have to,” Becca laughed, “don’t worry, this is London, we’re used to quite a bit. And besides that, you should be proud of those pins!” “Maybe walking on high heels in public is a bit too much for the first time,” Debbie said, and she came back from her room with a pair of low heeled cowboy boots. I put them on and did some comfortable steps. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. The combination of C-cup breast forms, waist clincher and the pleated skirt gave me a wonderful girly shape, and the boots added a nice streetwise touch to the total picture. Becca took my hands and started to paint my nails a bright red, adding some silver sparkles to the tips as a bonus. The girls rummaged through Gabrielle’s drawers and started decorating me with earrings, rings, braces and a pearl necklace. Some puffs of a totally feminine perfume made my transformation Batıkent escort bayan complete. The girls admired their hard work. “You rock, Irene,” Debbie said, and the girls went to their rooms to dress up themselves. I just stood there, with mixed emotions and trying to find the courage to go outside. The girls came down again, dressed in several shades of urban street wear, and it was clear that there was no way back. Since the weather was grey and a bit chilly, Debbie handed me a gorgeous black leather jacket. “Ready?” she smiled, and opened the door. In a dream I stepped outside and walked the first yards down the sidewalk with my new friends. I did my best to move as girly as I could and I was only too aware of the summer wind touching my nyloned legs and brushing through my long blonde hair. I felt like everybody in London was looking at me, and I kept my gaze fixed on the sidewalk. Debbie took my hand and told me to relax. Becca put an arm around my waist and so we walked to the Tube. On the platform I finally dared to look around. Nobody seemed to take special notice of the three girls standing there, apart from a guy who was admiring my legs. Our eyes met and he winked. I blushed and Becca laughed. The train came and we found a place to sit. I crossed my legs, trying to cover my legs, myself, actually every bit of me, all the time completely aware of the two guys sitting opposite to me, checking me out from head till toe. The girls took me for a little walk around Trafalgar Square and showed me some local highlights. I had to confess I was a bit too occupied with my own highlights to pay much attention. The bouncing of my boobies, the way my skirt flowed around my legs and most of all the sensation of walking around in public dressed as a girl; all of it was simply overwhelming. The girls teased me a bit to make me feel at ease and Debbie suggested her patented cure for all girly problems: shopping. We went into a couple of boutiques and they made me fit everything that they wanted to see me in. Skirts, tops, skinny jeans, you name it. I felt a little shy to start with, but no one seemed to notice anything strange and the sales girls were very kind. I relaxed a bit and started to enjoy the whole new experience of just being one of the girls. In the end I bought a frilly summer dress, not unlike the one Gabrielle had worn yesterday. Becca protested that it was too long and patted my bum. With our loot we walked through the crowded street. I was feeling quite brave now and tried my best catwalk strut, wiggling my bum.

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