What if, and part 5 of the serial

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Title of post: A 'What If' and part 5 of the serial.

Those little 'What if's' seem to be raising a wee bit interest - so here's a short one for you - before the serial.

You're married for a while. Okay in bed, but that's all. Not very aggressive. You start to suffer from a nagging backache - not terrible - just a pain, that's all. Naturally, you complain about it a lot. One day, your wife approaches you with a Merry Widow corset - suggesting that it might help. You laugh - but are attracted to the idea. She has to help you put it on - and you get an erection that won't quit! She's quite taken with this - and you end up in bed. Later on, just after you've made love - she see's that your erection is back. Starts putting two and two together. You SAY that you want out of the corset - but it's laced up the back and she laughingly refuses to let you out. Suggests going back to bed? Matter of fact, is quite adamant about it. What do you do?

Okay. Time for the serial:

TAKEN OVER

Part 5

Well, no – not really." I said, without stammering too much.

"Aw shucks! Alice used to come in here for a lot of things for the women up there. I was hoping we'd see more of you!" she said, and fluttered her eyelashes. "You mean they'll send another girl instead?"

"I guess it'll be me for a while," I admitted.

"Hey great! What's your name?" she asked.

"Danny."

Well, I'm May. Pleased to meet you" she said, holding her hand out.

Without thinking, I took it and shook hands.

"Hey! What's this?" she said when she saw my nail polish. "My, my!" and she pulled my hand up so's she could inspect my nails. Then she said, "Why don't you come and meet the rest of the girls, huh? Be a good idea for you to know them if you'll be coming in here a lot. Maybe you'll start getting your manicures done here?" Then, without letting go of my hand, she took me up the line, introducing me to the other operators and some of the customers – many of whom complimented me on my lovely nails: some even patting me on the backside and saying how cute I was.

It seemed to have become a routine for me. I'd meet a girl, woman, whatever – and be taken over within minutes. I started getting desperate – felt as if May was going to keep me there – just for the fun of humiliating me. "May? Susan wants me back at the office. Told me not to dawdle, and I've got another errand to run yet. So could you give me the depilatory she ordered - please?"

"Okay! If you're in such a rush to get away from here!" she pretended offense, but was smiling as she got me the package that had been made up for Susan. As I gave her the money to pay for it, she held my hand. "Don't forget us now, sweetie. Next time you want a manicure . ."

"Or a hairdo . ." a girl called out.

"Or a makeover?" "This from another.

"Don't forget us, okay?" May told me.

"I won't," I assured her.

"And? Don’t forget? You and the other girls that work for Susan? We'll always treat you right. Remember to tell them to call ahead for appointments. Okay?"

I nodded and she gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "Be seeing you then Danny. Bye!"

Buying the pink disposable lady razors posed no problems whatsoever and I left the drug store and hurried to the office. Took the purchases into Susan's office.

"Thank you Pamela," she said coldly. "Took you long enough! Didn't I suggest that you not dawdle? I don't know whether to be happy that you're taking so quickly to actually BEING a typical office girl, or discipline you the way I would a disobedient girl. What do you think?"

"Please Miss Susan? Clarice wasn't in her shop and a girl wanted to introduce me around to the others – and . and . she wouldn't, sort of, let me go." I explained lamely.

Susan's lips relaxed a little. "Oh. That's not so bad then. Who was it? The girl I mean."

"Her name was May, Miss Susan."

"May! Ah, I see. She's a bossy little thing, isn't she?"

"Yes, kinda."

Susan came and put a comforting arm around my shoulder. "I know it's very difficult for you to stand up against a women Pamela – especially if she's slightly domineering – but I hope you realize that I'm the controlling factor in your life?"

"Yes, Miss Susan - but you said that you wouldn't call me Pamela in the office." I saw her face, she wasn't pleased. "Not that I'm complaining Susan. I just thought . ."

"When I ask you to do something dear – Danny? - I really would prefer it, if you just did what I asked. But we'll talk about that aspect later. To get back to the subject at hand? You say that you realize that I'm controlling you – but let's see you put your money where your mouth is. Can you curtsey?"

"Huh? Not very well, I don't think."

She didn't say anything – just stared at me with expressionless eyes. I took the sides of my pants with the hand I wasn't using to hold the depilatory and bent my knees. "Like this, Miss Susan?"

"It's a beginning. You'll do much better with a little practice – and when you're wearing a skirt, or a dress, won't you?"

"I suppose so Miss Susan."

"Well, we'll have you in proper clothes soon enough. I suppose," she said, somewhat appeased by my answer. But tonight being Friday night, do you have anything planned?"

My heart lurched. Was she going to ask me for another date? "No. Not really. Just catch up with a little housework and watch TV probably." I said.

"Good! But before you do that? I want you to use this depilatory – the instructions are on the can then use the razors to shave under your arms – and if you can? Neaten up around your pubic area. If you can shape it into a nice triangle – or a heart? So much the better."

She was friendly again, more like her old self and I didn't want to upset her again, so I just nodded and thanked her.

She nodded. "Look Pamela? I'm sorry if I seem harsh or demanding . . "

Oh, you don't Miss! Not at all!" I interrupted quickly.

"Well, it's nice of you of you to say that, but I'll be a lot friendlier – and nicer – once we're used to each other. So why don't you come around to my place tomorrow afternoon – say about four thirty?"

I felt my mouth drop open with amazed delight. "I'd love to! Should I wear old clothes?" I asked eagerly.

"What on earth for?" she asked.

"In case – you know - If you want any chores done?

She nodded and I could detect signs that her displeasure with me was decreasing. "Yes dear. Good idea. But handbag, shoes, lipstick and turban too. Right?" She saw my dismay – then added to it. "And the scarf I loaned you? That too, please."

I could see that this little display of her power over me pleased her considerably, so just nodded in obedience. This also pleased her and she gave me another kiss. I took my depilatory and razors with me back out to my desk.

As I said before, I don't – or didn't - have much in the way of body hair. Was a little nervous of shaving under my arms and around my crotch though I found that I had no problems at all with my underarms. I did find myself blushing as I carefully shaped my pubic hair, knowing full well the sexual connotations associated with the act. Afterwards, I was truly amazed at the amount of hair that washed off me in the shower after I'd used the depilatory. There was a body lotion package with it, recommended for use to provide an antidote for possibly damaged skin It was lightly, but obviously, scented – but it felt nice so that assuaged my concerns a little and – as Susan was going to be the only one next to me for a while, I didn't care about the feminine scent emanating from my body. It wasn't diminished by the scented talcum I used either. I must admit that I shuddered with delight when I slid my panties up my newly shaved legs and placed them in position – the sensation was truly incredible.

The following day I did my housework in a state of nervous fear. I knew it was ridiculous to be frightened of the idea that Susan might come to ensure that I was dressed properly – but that didn't stop me from wearing one of my frilly aprons, my turban, my high heels – and my lipstick. Naturally, I hurried, frightened out of my mind that somebody other than Susan would visit. Not having a peep hole at my front door – what would I do if somebody actually did come? How would I answer the door?

But I got through my chores without interruption and hurriedly removed my turban, apron, and lipstick. That afternoon I was nervous though, when I finally walked to my car. I did cheat a little as I only wore the lipstick – not putting my heels, turban or scarf on until I was safely in my car. I kept my eyes averted as I went to Susan's front door though, my shoes making the tip tap that I was becoming too accustomed to, I thought.. There were people walking about and I was literally terrified of accidentally making eye contact.. Susan didn't keep me waiting too long though – something I was very happy about.

"Hello Pamela. Come in!" she said.

"Hi Susan! Thanks." I said and we air kissed.

"Alice teach you how to say hello properly?" she asked with a smile.

"Well. It was more like she taught me how to say goodbye," I answered – "But I figured it'd work just as well."

"Well – you do it very nicely. Come on through to the bedroom and let's get you dressed."

She said this so matter of factly that I had followed her for about ten feet before it struck me. "You going to put me in a dress, Susan?" I said.

"No," she answered and I started to breathe a sigh of relief, but she added. "A skirt and a blouse. You'll look nice in them I think." And my heart sank.

She stood and held the door open for me until I'd entered the room, then closed it behind me. Switched a light on. Came and stood in front of me. "Pamela? It's that time. It's going to be a little embarrassing for both of us, I think – but if you'll just do as I ask? We can minimize that. Now is this all right by you?"

"Yes Miss Susan," I answered as bravely as I could, although I could hear the tremor in my voice.

"Very well dear. Take all of your clothes off – panties as well."

"Everything?"

"Yes. Everything."

It wasn't long before I stood in front of her naked and shivering although it wasn't close to being cold. She was holding something pink and shimmering in her hand. "I'm going to take away your masculinity now Pamela. I'd let you do it yourself, but it would be difficult for you I think. Put your hands behind you please."

"I'm ashamed Susan," I said, but did as I was told.

"Of that?" she asked, pointing down at my erection.

"Yes."

"Don't be ashamed dear. Just wait a minute." With that, she flicked the tip of my penis with a fingernail. I went flaccid immediately.

"That's better! Much better," she said and knelt down in front of me.

The thing she'd been carrying was a small triangle of layered chiffon with a latex tube attached and ribbons attached at each corner. Quickly enough that I couldn't react she slid the tube over my penis. Then she took two of the ribbons, encircled my waist with them, then tied them at my back. "Open your legs a little, Pamela," she instructed me then ran the third ribbon down past my crotch and through my legs. "Turn around now dear," she said and once I did, she adjusted that ribbon then cinched it to the other two. I realized that any sign I had of being a man had been eliminated. All I had now at the front was a piece of soft, silky fuzz.

She stood up. "Looks much better now. Much more realistic than I thought it'd be. Now here's your panties Pamela," she said. "Can't have you catching cold, can we?" With that, she handed me a pair of creamy yellow satin panties with a delicate lace edging in a mocha hue.

"Now? Now we have to attach what can be a woman's blessing – or a curse," she said. "But let's get your bra on first dear. See how it fits."

With me not having any breasts, the bra cups looked deflated and sagged. Susan adjusted the shoulder and back straps until she was satisfied that I was comfortable. Then she made a few tiny marks with a pale tan hi-liter pen at various points around the bra cups. It didn't take but a few minutes after that for her to remove the bra, and then attach what looked like very large breasts to my chest with some sort of cold-feeling adhesive.

"I don't know if you'll be happy or sad dear, but I wanted you to have full breasts. You may end up hating me for them, but you might end up being proud of them too."

"They seem awfully big, Miss Susan," I said, staring down at the full orbs that had seemed to grow from my chest. But can I put my bra on now?"

"No dear. They should be fixed by now. But I want to do a little skin toning. Okay? It'll just take a minute."

She had a few sticks of what looked like solid cream tones ranging to pink. With them, she fastidiously transitioned the colors of the breast forms to the color of my skin. "Wow!" she said when she was finished. "They told me there might be some sort of line showing – but I can't see a thing! Wow! Would you do something for me Pamela?"

"Yes miss."

I want you to take the sides of your panties in your hands, then walk to that far wall. Then turn around – and skip back towards me – okay?"

"Okay," I said and then walked to the far wall and turned back towards her.

"Now don't forget to hold onto your panties! - and come to Susan Pamela! Skip now!"

And breasts bobbing up and down as I skipped I made it back to her, almost in tears, it was so embarrassing. But she gave me immediate solace. "You're SO lovely Pamela!" she said sincerely. "And you've been SO good. But come and sit on my lap for a minute, would you?"

Shyly, I cupped my breasts in my hands and went and sat on her lap. "Put your arms around my neck dear," she said.

Then, I sat in her lap while she fondled me in my 'womanliness' and my breasts . I could feel my penis strain to make itself erect, but it was a lost cause. Then she laid me on my back and kissed my nipples.

She finally looked up at me and for the first time, I saw Susan without her composure. Then she shook her head as if to clear it. "I think you'd better get dressed Pamela." She said thickly.

As she helped me to fasten my bra on, I said. "Susan? Won't that stuff you used to match the skin tones on the breasts wash away when I shower?

She looked at me. "Wash off? I most certainly hope NOT! That's supposed to be permanent!"

I stared at her in some confusion. Laughed nervously. "But what'll happen when I take the breasts off?"

"The only way you'll be taking these things off is surgically," she started, then saw my face. "Not exactly true dear. I'll be checking with you all of this week end. If you don't have a negative reaction by then? They're all yours! After that? They have to be removed surgically – though I understand it's just an office visit – don't think you even need an anesthetic."

I was so weak with shock that I promptly sat down. Burst into tears. She promptly came and sat beside me. Put a consoling arm around my shoulders. "It's okay Pamela. I understand. I'm sorry for being so uncaring. I could have been more tactful. But c'mon. Let's get the rest of your pretty undies on – and just wait until you see how nice you look in your skirt and blouse!"

Okay, I was embarrassed dressing up in front of Susan, but with my new build? The undies fitted beautifully and the creamy yellow color was very complimentary to my skin. I couldn't help but preen a little as I stood there in full female regalia – bra, panties, garter belt and smoky nylons, and a full slip coming to just below my knees.

"That's an underwire type bra Pamela. Gives you a nice uplift, huh?" Susan asked.

I couldn't help but feel a little surge of pride in my new physique as I looked down and saw the full orbs of my natural looking breasts nestling ever so comfortably in the lace and satin cups of my bra. Nodded shyly.

My blouse was sheer and silky, sleeveless, and light blue in color. Rather plain shirtfront style. My skirt was a heavy rayon material, gored and calf length a sort of muted brown. Susan cinched a white, wide, leather belt around my waist. "May have to put you in a corset sooner or later." She puffed as she tugged. "But tonight I'll let you be comfortable!" A pair of strappy high heel sandals filled out the outfit perfectly. I hadn't had them on for five minutes when suddenly the door bell rang. I stood there, frozen in fright.

"Well Pamela? Aren't you going to answer the door?" Susan asked lightly.

"L. L . L . Like this?" I stammered.

"Pamela! Go and answer the door!"

Even terrified as I was, I still had time to find that I was enjoying the different feel of my new clothes as I walked to the door – although my knees were, literally, knocking. Then a horrible thought struck me. I thought Susan had stayed back in the room so actually got a fright when I turned around and found her right at me heels. "What's the matter?" she gasped. Then, she practically dissolved in laughter when I said "But I don't have my makeup on!"

"Would . would . . would you open the damn door!" she gasped, tears standing in her eyes. "Oh my GAWD! " she howled. "Already!"

She wasn't laughing with me. She was laughing at me. Furious, I opened the door – then gawped. It was Alice – and she was wearing identical clothes to mine! Same blouse, skirt, belt and shoes! I think she was just as surprised as I was. Not necessarily because I was wearing skirts, etcetera – but because we were dressed identically.

She recovered first. "Aren't you going to let me in Danae?" she asked, then "What's up with you Susan? What's so funny?"

Susan wiped the tears out of her eyes with her forearm. "Oh nothing much – but what did you just call Pamela?"

"Pamela? Oh, that's your name now?" Alice asked me.

I nodded.

"Okay. That's a nice name. Hi Pamela," she said coming forward so that we could exchange kisses.

"But you pronounced her name strangely. How do you spell that?" Susan persisted.

"Oh that! Didn't think anyone caught on to it," Alice laughed. "D A N A E"

"But my name's Danny," I said.

"Not any more Pamela, " Susan laughed, then linked arms with both of us. "Come on girls." Then as we walked into the living room she said to Alice. "So you've been calling Pamela by that name for some time?"

"Yeah. Once I knew you had your eye on him – her – I mean. Figured I'd better start thinking along those lines," Alice answered with a smile of her own. "Knew that DANNY wasn't going to cut it with you."

"Clever girl!" Susan said. "Now let's have a drink, shall we? I'll pour the first, but after this? I'll expect one of you girls to do the honors, okay?"

Alice grinned at me, and I gave her a sheepish grin back.

"Okay you two. Here's the plan," Susan started. "As I've been saying all along? I want you two to be friends – and this is what this week end is going to be all about?"

"Weekend?" Alice and I gasped at the same time.

"Yup! Consider yourselves my prisoners for today and tomorrow," Susan said confidently and stood up. "Here, let me at least get the ball rolling." With that, she went over to a CD player that was built into the wall and suddenly the room was filled with soft romantic music. She turned around. "Okay Alice. Ask Pamela for a dance."

"Huh?" Alice said.

"You heard me. Ask Pamela for a dance."

"I don't know how to lead!"

"Neither does she! Ask her!"

So, I sat and watched as a pretty girl advanced on me. Grinning now, she bowed. "May I have the pleasure of this dance – miss?"

Couldn't stop myself. Grinned back and stood up. Curtseyed (clumsily – but it was a good attempt) "Why, thank you kind sir!" I said.

She held her arms open for me and I slid into them.

To say we danced would be a lie. But we DID make it a pleasurable conjunction. After a few tunes, I suddenly became very conscious of her perfume and the feeling of our bodies being close together. Suddenly, I felt that she had become conscious of our nearness too. To begin with? It was almost like two orphans clinging together on a life raft – but then it changed. Became sexually charged.

My dreamlike fantasy was quietly shattered. "Girls?" Susan's soft voice came from nowhere. "A kiss – a nice romantic kiss? On the lips? Might be appreciated, don't you think?"

My eyes felt heavy and I looked at Alice. She looked different too, but her lips pouted invitingly and I kissed her. Then her tongue was probing my mouth. And then mine was probing hers.

"No No NO!" Susan was meddling. "Pamela? You're the girl in this set! Behave!"

Chastened, I withdrew, and found Alice's tongue back in my mouth again.

"That's it Alice!" Susan said encouragingly. "Got to teach Pamela to be the receptacle – to be the submissive one in a relationship with another girl And Pamela? Arms around her neck now! Let your new body be a playground for Alice. There! That's a girl!"

End of part 5