Sissy Brooklyn

Would you be willing to be her?

All the cool girls are doing it.

I definitely agree and need to watch more sissy hypno videos

we aren’t allowed to breathe anymore she won’t let us 

Well, it turned out to be two special somethings.

Felina’s Secret

The college was new, brand new, and the boys could hardly believe that they had both been accepted. They were to start immediately according to the identical letters they received and, most impressive of all, the school was almost exclusively populated by girls their own age. For the two short weeks at the end of the summer vacation, William and Harry were the envy of their friends but, while they would have enjoyed gloating over their good fortune, they were both too busy packing and organizing transport to spend a great deal of time in celebration. Gladstone College was an impressive place, a huge mansion set in acres of grounds in the English countryside and the boys were awestruck when their taxi dropped them at the vast gates. They were met by a cute French girl, Clarissa, who offered to show them to their dormitory. In her wonderful accent, she explained that, as there were so few boys at the school, they had been given rooms together in part of the main house. They had a few hours to unpack and, after lunch, should report to the central hall to sign up for lessons. Lunch was their first disappointment. Neither of them were particularly large, a physical characteristic that had played a surprisingly large part in their entrance application but the meal they were offered was very small, little more than a salad in fact. Clarissa explained that all the school meals were rather low calorie and that most of the girls lost some weight during term time. It seemed that there would be no allowance for hungry 17-year old males. After lunch, came a thorough medical examination and, with rumbling stomachs, Harry and William found themselves prodded and poked by the school’s nurse before being released to join the other new students for enrolment. There were a number of core subjects that they would both be required to study but, aside from Mathematics and Literature, they were in the main able to choose their lessons. William was fairly sensible and selected Geography and Science while Harry, thinking that he would follow the most attractive girls, went straight across to the Humanities desk and signed up for Dance, Drama and something intriguingly entitled ‘Feminine Studies’. Lessons would begin the following morning. The first week passed in a blur. Both Harry and William spent most of their time moving between classes, meeting up occasionally in the core subjects and spending their evenings together planning how they would eventually start dating some of the young women they studied with. William noticed that Harry was losing a lot of weight, probably due to the low-calorie diet they were both on, but couldn’t get a word in edgeways to mention it. Harry seemed tremendously excited about his ‘Feminine Studies’ lectures and, as the week wore on, spoke about little else. He even refused to join William at the weekend for a jaunt into the local town. It was little surprise when, on Monday morning, William received a note from the nurse telling him that Harry had been admitted into the medical center suffering from 'nervous exhaustion’. William skipped English to see his friend in the infirmary. Harry seemed fine, a little confused but otherwise without any obvious signs of illness. The nurse who had conducted their examinations explained that all Harry needed was rest and that some of the girls had offered to see him regularly with project work from the 'Feminine Studies’ class and consequently William should let him rest. His friend would be ok in a week or two and they could chat then, once he was feeling better. William, satisfied that his friend was being well cared for, didn’t try to contact him but, returning to his room a week later, was surprised to find Clarissa packing Harry’s things. “Hi Clarissa.” He said, “What’s going on? Is Harry alright?” “He’s fine.” She replied, clearly startled at being disturbed. “I’m just moving his stuff over to the girl’s dormitory. Nurse’s orders I’m afraid and, anyway, it’ll be easier for Harry to complete his project if he’s staying with us. We’ve still got a lot of work to do and the presentation is only a week away.” “This is all a bit strange.” William commented, noticing that the pretty French girl was throwing away more clothes than she was keeping. “Is the school happy with a guy moving into the girl’s block?” Clarissa giggled softly. “It’s not unusual for boys undertaking 'Feminine Studies’ to move into the girl’s dorm for a while.” She said matter-of-factly, “ and Harry won’t be a problem; he’s a real cutie actually.” “Where do I sign?” William joked. “And when will I be able to come over to discuss this with him?” “Of course you can enroll whenever you like.” Clarissa informed him. “In fact, Harry will be too busy to meet before the presentation but, if you sign up before then, you can always attend the lecture we’re giving.” William didn’t need to be told again. He went straight to the Administrative Office and enrolled himself on the 'Feminine Studies’ course. After a brief lecture on the importance of attending every session, he was told that his first class was in a week’s time, the very day of Harry’s presentation. Strangely, he was also told to sign a number of forms, none of which he read properly but which seemed to threaten expulsion if he did not complete the lessons. Harry and William had been friends for as long as he could remember and William had spent a great deal of his seventeen years in the company of his closest companion. They were surprisingly similar, both slight of build and regarded as rather bookish by the other, more sporty, males at their previous school. It may have been this that kept them together and they made an odd couple. Neither of them had been particularly successful with girls and, with Harry’s long dark hair and slightly effeminate nature, they had been effectively isolated during their adolescence. In part, it was the humorous jibes of their colleagues that prompted their applications to Gladstone College. The week passed quickly and, with Harry noticeably absent from his life, William was looking forward to seeing his old friend once again at his first lecture. He took his place in the huge hall surrounded by at least 40 or 50 stunning teenage girls and waited for the lesson in Feminine Studies to begin. One of the female teachers introduced the session and William was then surprised to find himself listening to the nurse as she explained how the distinction between male and female was often overstated. This went on for half and or so before the highlight of the day. William was surprised when, not Harry, but a pretty girl stepped up onto the stage. He had never seen her before but she looked about 17 with shoulder-length brown hair that had obviously been carefully styled, exquisite features set to perfection with an almost white foundation, red lipstick and expertly applied eye makeup. Her figure set William’s pulse racing as he stared discretely at her full bust and narrowly tapered waist, her elegant curves accentuated by a figure-hugging black dress. The woman walked gracefully, even in 3-inch heels and William found it difficult to take his eyes off her long legs as she strode towards the dais. The Lecture Theater fell silent as the beautiful young girl took the microphone in her elegantly manicured hands and began to speak. “Colleagues, friends and teachers.” She breathed softly. “As some of you know, my name used to be Harry Richardson but, since the completion of our project in Feminine Studies, I would now like to be known simply as Harriet Richards.” William came round in the infirmary with a blurred face peering at him in obvious concern. A delicate perfume wafted around his face as long brown hair pulled back gently from his face. William gasped as his eyes focussed and he saw his old friend studying him intently. “Harry.” William spluttered, trying to clear the delicious scent from his nostrils. “Were you trying to kiss me?” “Just a hug Will. You looked so upset lying here. I just wanted to comfort you.” “You’re even talking like a girl Harry.” William spluttered. “What have they done to you? Why are you dressed like this?” Harry sat down heavily in a chair next to the bed and crossed his legs, the short dress riding up slightly over his smooth thighs as he relaxed. “Are you wearing tights?” William asked in disbelief. “They’re stockings.” Harry explained dejectedly. “After all the shaving and waxing I found that my skin feels much softer in silk and it looks better too I think. I still haven’t quite got used to it really but I couldn’t exactly wear rugby socks in these shoes, could I.” Harry lifted his feet to show William a pair of patent leather court shoes. “They threw away all my old shoes.” He explained. “And, anyway, these feel much more comfortable than anything I used to wear. It only takes a few days to get used to everything.” William sat up a little in his bed. “Yes but why Harry?” he asked. “Why are you doing all this?” “It was our project in class.” Harry shrugged in explanation. “They gave us 2 weeks to transform a teenage boy into a believable young woman. Obviously I was a little shocked to start off with but, now that I’ve been living with the other girls for a while, I feel so much better about myself. The nurse has been wonderful too, at least with the physical side of my transformation and, as you can see from my figure, the low calorie diet has been a real help.” “So this is all just temporary then?” Harry looked embarrassed. “It was at first Will but I’ve decided to continue with the programme for a while. The girls want to make it a longer-term project and, as the nurse keeps telling me, some of the physical changes require more time so I’ve agreed to stay like this for at least the rest of term. I’m quite enjoying it now actually and the rest of the girls in the dormitory have been really supportive. We’re all going shopping together tomorrow and, once you get to know them, they’re really good fun.” “Buying a cute brush for that long brown hair of yours?” William hissed disdainfully. “No. I’ve got a brush.” Harry replied angrily. “Actually they’re helping me choose some bigger breast-forms and a corset to help with my figure. Anyway, I’m having my hair dyed blonde tomorrow. Clarissa says that all the girls are going blonde this summer and I could do with a change.” Harry stood up and turned on his heels to leave. “Look Harry.” William said apologetically. “I’m sorry. I just don’t understand, that’s all.” Harry smiled. “I hear that you’ve enrolled too.” He said, laughing softly. “You’ll understand a little better once you’ve spent an hour or so in the salon. The Feminine Studies course is quite an eye-opener after that initial makeover.” Harry smiled. “I’ll see you in the salon tomorrow afternoon Will.” He whispered. “You might not recognize me I guess but I’ll be the elegant platinum blonde supervising your makeup.” William slumped against the pillow and fell back into a deep sleep. William woke at lunchtime, feeling confused and slightly sore. His chest and ears hurt the most but his legs also felt different and he was having trouble with his fingers. A cute blonde girl in a revealing red mini-skirt and matching top smiled at him as he woke. “Welcome back.” She murmured. “We’re just getting everything ready for your cosmetics and hair. Sorry about your ears but we had them pierced while you were sleeping and you can see what we’ve done to your chest after the makeover. How do you like the new hairstyle by the way? Clarissa was right about the color; blonde looks great on me don’t you think Will? And I couldn’t resist this outfit in the shop. Now that I’ve got a proper waistline, I just had to buy something a touch more revealing.” William gasped, not only with the shock of discovering that the incredibly attractive young student was actually his old friend Harry but also at his own predicament. He was sitting in an elaborate chair, the kind of chair you might find in a hairdressing salon or dentist. More worryingly, he was also restrained, his hands and feet strapped to the steel frame of the furniture. A thick rubber sheet had been placed around his throat, covering his supine body. He couldn’t see what was causing the discomfort around his chest or why his hands and legs felt so peculiar beneath the black material. “You may as well relax Will.” Harry told him, “You’ll feel different about everything once the makeup’s on anyway. Trust me; wearing cosmetics for the first time will change you more profoundly than you might imagine and this, combined with the improvements you are vaguely aware of but haven’t seen yet, will prove to be a suitably cathartic experience.” William could only watch in horror as the beautician then began to pluck his eyebrows, shaping them into severe arches, which even he could tell accentuated his deep brown eyes. An alabaster foundation was then thickly applied, left to dry and applied again before his skin was covered in a fine powder. Soft brushes fluttered around his cheeks as a subtle blush started to reshape the snow-white canvas of his face and then she returned to his eyes, working a mahogany cream-shadow deep into the sockets. Pearly highlights followed, shimmering chestnut and dusky brown, all obviously designed to exaggerate William’s increasingly feminine appearance. However, if there had been any remaining doubt about the sexual orientation of his face, it was resolved by the careful placement of long false lashes and more mascara than he could have ever imagined. Lastly, the beautician told him to pout as a deep red lipstick was applied. The symbolism of this moment was not lost on the confused teenager as his lips slowly took on a lustrous sheen, a glistening invitation quickly made permanent beneath an immutable layer of sticky wet-look gloss. When it was finally over, William was too bewildered to speak, stunned by the incredible transformation he had undergone. He simply sat in the chair, flexing his restrained arms and legs, while gaping open-mouthed at his extraordinary reflection. He could barely believe that his appearance had been modified so radically. He turned to Harry in silent confusion, his lashes fluttering crazily as he tried to find the words to explain his astonishment. “Don’t try to say anything Will.” Harry said softly. “It isn’t finished yet. We’ll speak once your transformation is complete and you’ve had an opportunity to consider some of the other enhancements we’ve made.” With that, the blonde female version of his old friend removed the thick rubber cloak that had been protecting William’s clothing while the beautician worked her magic and William gasped loudly as he saw his complete reflection for the first time. Harry wasted no time and immediately sprayed a cold liquid straight into Will’s gaping mouth. “What’s that?” William squeaked, the pitch of his voice now an octave higher as the chemical accomplished its task. “What’s happened to my voice?” he shrieked in panic, still wondering why he now sounded like an adolescent girl. “How long does this stuff last?” “It’s not permanent if that’s what you mean.” Harry replied, “None of it is actually, though you may want to consider longer-lasting treatments in time. Anyway, what do you think of the breast-forms; they’re silicone of course, the best we could find. The adhesive is completely waterproof; you can even shower in them if you like.” William peered down at his new bust in horror and immediately understood why his hands and legs felt so different. His legs had been completely shaved and were now silky smooth like Harry’s. More worryingly, it was also obvious that he had been intimately waxed around his crotch and, even in the tiny chiffon panties he seemed to be wearing, there were no errant hairs to spoil the sleek perfection of his underwear. Incredibly long nails, beautifully manicured and painted the same shade as his lips, flew to his face in desolation as William began to sob openly. His bust heaved within the confines of a supportive bra as he cried and, through his tears, William watched as his new cleavage bobbed enticingly with every wracked breath. Still thoroughly miserable, he allowed Harry to help him up from the chair and was almost unconcerned by the long dark hair that suddenly appeared on his shoulders. “Is it a wig?” he trilled with his new girlish voice as Harry took him into a dressing room. “Hair extensions.” His friend replied matter-of-factly. “We took the liberty of giving you a perm and weaving them in while you were sleeping. We dyed your hair to match of course and I think that you’ll agree that the effect is very appealing. Will nodded, drying his eyes. “What do you want me to do next?” He asked quietly, still unused to his high-pitched voice. “You just need to get dressed.” Harry replied, “There’s some clothes in the wardrobe. You can keep the underwear on but you’ll find some stockings and suspenders on the dresser. There are some shoes and boots for you to try on as well if you don’t mind.” “And what if I refuse?” William said, his new voice making him feel so weak and submissive that refusal was the last thing on his mind. “Whatever you like.” Harry retorted. “We’re moving you into the girl’s dorm this afternoon so if you want to go out in public dressed only in your frilly underwear then that’s perfectly ok with me.” Harry left him to get on with it and, recalling the threat of public humiliation, William dressed immediately, struggling with the suspender belt but managing to pull on his stockings without too much difficulty. He was amazed at how the stockings slipped up his smooth legs, making them seem longer and more attractive as the gauzy silk covered his skin for the first time. There was only one item of clothing in the wardrobe, a revealing black mini-dress made of satin and he had little choice but to put it on. Shame burned his cosmetically enhanced cheeks as he saw how short and revealing the dress actually was, openly displaying his unwanted cleavage and riding up with every movement to show off the tops of his stockings. For the second time that afternoon, William fought back tears but he felt safer now that he was dressed and the tears did not come. Unfortunately, most of the plain shoes were far too small for him and the only things he could find that fitted were a pair of gleaming knee-high boots made of gloss-black patent leather. The heels looked enormous but what choice did he have? William slipped his feet into the stilettos in resignation, wondering how on earth he would ever manage to walk in their 5-inch heels. He sat on the solitary stool filled with self-loathing and abject misery and waited for Harry to come back. “You look fantastic!” Harry exclaimed as he returned. “Nobody would ever believe that you were male at all in that outfit Will.” “Cut the crap Harry.” Will retorted, the harsh words sounding incongruous spoken by what appeared to be a demure teenage girl. “I’ll go along with this today but what’s to stop me washing it all off and getting back my old clothes tomorrow?” “Well, there’s this for a start.” Harry replied, handing him a black and white photograph, obviously only taken a minute or so previously through a one-way mirror in the room. “I’m not sure what your parents would have to say if they ever got hold of this. I guess your Father would be particularly upset if he ever found out that his son had become a closet transvestite.” William snatched the glossy print in trembling hands. “You bastard Harry.” He whispered. “You complete bastard.” Despite his misgivings, the girl’s dormitory turned out to be surprisingly good fun. Will had expected to be the butt of their jokes but the 5 girls whose accommodation he was sharing were actually incredibly supportive and very sympathetic. They made him feel welcome and, after a few drinks from their secret supply, he even began to relax a little. In fact, now that he looked just like a woman himself, he seemed to be getting on better with the girls than he ever had when he was just a normal teenage boy. Sure, their conversation was a little banal, they spoke about little else apart from fashion and men, but they seemed to accept him immediately and did their best to involve him in their conversation. One of them even complemented him on how pretty he looked and he soon found himself involved in a heated discussion about hair extensions and makeup. Harry was waiting for him in the sitting room of the dormitory when he woke the following morning and, surprisingly, William was glad to see him. They embraced self-consciously before speaking. “Nice trousers.” William said, only half jokingly when he saw the figure-hugging leather pants his friend was wearing. “They seem very… well… very tight I guess but they look great on.” “There are some advantages to being a girl.” Harry replied, laughing. “You get to look sexy even in casual wear. I had some new breast-forms fitted this morning too; they’re a little larger than the old ones. What do you think?” Harry lifted his bright blue vest playfully as he spoke but William looked away as soon as he saw his friend’s smooth belly. He was horrified to find that Harry’s femininity was actually arousing him sexually but, despite his best intentions, he couldn’t help but glance at his friend’s improved cleavage and long leather-clad legs. Even Harry’s 4-inch stiletto heels were doing strange things to William’s imagination. “It is rather confusing at first.” Harry said, noticing William’s obvious unease. “I know we look like women now but we still react like men occasionally. If its any consolation, you looked so cute when you were first dressed, I felt the same thing but, when I mentioned it to the nurse, she gave me some tablets and, physically anyway, I don’t respond at all now. I’ve only been taking them for a day or so but I even the real girls don’t really turn me on anymore. If it’s bothering you, I’m sure I can sort you out with a prescription for the same tablets I’m on.” “Tablets?” William asked. “What sort of tablets?” “I don’t know what they’re called or anything.” Harry replied. “But I haven’t had an erection in days. It one less thing to worry about when you’re wearing tight trousers or a short skirt and, as a bonus, they’ve made my skin feel much softer already and I’m sure that my figure is improving.” “That’s probably just this ridiculous diet we’re on.” William said hopefully. “That would account for my rapidly diminishing waistline.” Harry explained. “But my hips are actually getting bigger so I’m sure that the tablets are involved somewhere along the line.” William wasn’t convinced by his friend’s argument that the tablets were somehow changing the shape of his body. However, recalling with some clarity his discomfort the previous evening surrounded by attractive young girls wearing little more than flimsy nightgowns and his own problems with a short skirt and minute panties, he was willing to take the risk. “Would you mind asking the nurse for me?” He said quietly. “I couldn’t stand another night of crossing my legs and trying to hide everything in front of the girls.” “Sure.” Harry replied, taking a pack of pills from his handbag. “Why don’t you take one of mine now and I’ll get some more this afternoon.” “The girl’s mentioned something about a party in a couple of weeks.” William said as he gratefully swallowed one of the small tablets. “Are you going?” “Sure; it’s in my block actually. I was actually hoping to invite you myself… and… well… help you get ready if you’re not still too angry about everything.” William considered the offer and weighed up his options. He could spend the evening alone in his dorm or, just as Harry suggested, go along and have some fun. Even dressed as a woman it wouldn’t be too bad given how supportive the other girls had been. “I should warn you that there are some boys coming too.” Harry told him, looking faintly embarrassed. “I mean proper boys not… you know… not boys like us I mean. And you’ll need to really dress up too, a proper cocktail dress with high heels and everything. I’ve made an appointment at the salon that afternoon and I’ve asked them to do a really glamorous makeover for me. I’m sure they’d do a double booking if you want to come along.” William looked confused but peering down at his newly feminized body and the pretty silk negligee he was wearing, he knew that he had little to lose. He nodded his agreement, said goodbye and went back to his room to get dressed for lessons. The week passed quickly as William settled into a new routine. There were obviously a number of adjustments to make but he quickly accepted waking up earlier in order to wash his hair and apply a little makeup and, of course, the other girls in his dormitory were incredibly helpful. He spent increasing amounts of time and effort selecting suitable outfits from his extensive wardrobe and, after the first few days, walking to lectures in a short skirt and heels with his new friends seemed less and less of an ordeal. There were no adverse comments from either teachers or classmates about his increasingly feminine appearance and, without really noticing, his constant social contact with the other girls and regular lessons in 'Feminine Studies’ completely altered his temperament. After only a few days, William’s behavior was almost indistinguishable from that of his female friends and, by the end of the week, questions about his diminishing masculinity seemed quite irrelevant. Just as Harry had promised, the tablets quickly made evenings in the dormitory much more enjoyable. William no longer had to worry about embarrassing himself in the company of his pretty roommates and, without the constant fear of unwanted bulges, he could wear the flimsiest negligee with complete confidence. He hardly missed his erections at all and, freed from the constraints of his adolescent maleness, he soon developed a taste for sheer panty sets and, with a little prompting from Clarissa, g-strings and thongs as well. On a routine check-up at the infirmary, the nurse chastised him for accepting Harry’s tablets without a prescription but immediately offered a course of treatment at a higher dose. William noticed the difference immediately as, just like his friend, his skin softened perceptibly and he became aware of other, more profound, physical changes. His waist was now tiny, barely 24-inches but William was sure that his hips and buttocks were filling out and he was positive that his legs and arms had become more slender. When he studied his reflection in the mirror, his body looked more petite and more graceful than ever before but as his passion for designer dresses and elegant heels increased, the reconstruction of his body went largely unnoticed. William even surprised himself by accepting an invitation from Clarissa to go shopping at the weekend and despite his nerves, really enjoyed their day out together. He was amazed that he could actually pass relatively unnoticed in public and the only comments he heard were the occasional crude compliment from groups of teenage boys. However, it was impossible to ignore the way men stared at him now. He would have never believed it possible before his transformation but, with a little help from Clarissa, William eventually started to feel strangely flattered by all the attention. Once he had overcome his initial anxiety, the sexual curiosity he seemed to provoke in other men undeniably excited him and gave him a tangible feeling of power. Even while he was still trying to come to terms with this unexpected development, William bought a couple of new outfits, some earrings and a selection of cosmetics. He even decided to use the ladies toilets to get changed and reappeared, half an hour later, wearing some well-cut slacks and a tight leopard-print top which really showed off his bust and revealed just enough off his midriff to generate even more attention from the men in the mall. Clarissa found some shoes for him, a pair of cutaway sling-backs with 4-inch heel that went really well with the new trousers; William bought them immediately. He felt so comfortable in stilettos now, his earlier reservations just a fading memory. In fact, he felt almost underdressed in flats and his most recent purchase would add to his growing collection of glamorous high heels back in the dormitory. They left the mall at 5 o'clock, driving the short distance back to Gladstone College in Clarissa’s rickety French car while they discussed the latest fashions and the boys who would be coming to the party the following week. As the day of the party approached, the excitement in the dormitory was unmistakable and William found himself caught up in the preparations. Lessons continued as normal during the day but in the evenings every conversation was about which dress to wear and which boy to get intimate with. It was only the latter subject that William found difficult and even though the tablets he was taking had effectively stopped any physical reaction to the girls he was sharing accommodation with he certainly wasn’t gay. The girls joked with him about this, playfully suggesting that he shouldn’t be so opinionated until he’d at least kissed another boy but William ignored their jibes and did his best to understand their adolescent sexuality. It was obvious that a number of them were already fairly experienced, even at 17 and 18, some of them had clearly slept with boyfriends and were quite open about discussing their experiences with him. Only Clarissa was more sensitive and, taking him to one side, offered to stick with him at the party and help him out if any of their guests became too amorous. “You are, after all, very attractive.” She explained. “And even though I know that Harriet, or Harry as you still call him, has his eye on somebody already, it’s perfectly understandable that you are not that way inclined.” “Harry has a boyfriend!” William exclaimed loudly. “He never mentioned anything to me.” Clarissa laughed. “No. He doesn’t have a boyfriend, at least not yet. That’s not what I said. Perhaps it is because I am French that you don’t understand. I said that he has his eye on someone, someone he likes and finds attractive. It’s not so surprising I think. He has been a girl for longer than you, even for a few days. Perhaps this has made it easier for him to adjust and to forget. You are both very beautiful and the tablets you take have made you hardly like boys at all. When you first arrived, you found me quite attractive I think William but now that part of your body does not work properly and I am just a friend. This is fine of course and you are one of my best friends but I think that Harriet now likes men in the same way that you both used to like women. It is natural given his appearance. You must not be too hard on him.” William was shocked and, pulling his negligee tightly around his chest, he slumped into a chair. “I don’t know what to say.” He muttered. “I assumed that it was just a dressing up thing. I never anticipated anything sexual going on, not with Harry.” Clarissa smiled warmly. “Perhaps it is the tablets.” She suggested. “Perhaps they don’t just stop your normal masculine reactions but change them, make it easier for you to respond to an attractive man just as a real woman would.” “But I just look like a girl.” William said. “I’m not gay.” “How would you know?” Clarissa responded quickly. “You have no experience.” William slept poorly that night, worrying about Harry and his own confused sexuality. What if Clarissa was right? What if he was attracted to some boy at the party? The thought appalled him but, for the first time in weeks, he felt a gentle stirring between his soft thighs. William began to cry quietly and didn’t stop until Clarissa crept into his bed and hugged him gently, his erection fading as their lips met in a loving, comforting kiss. He decided to mention nothing of his conversion to Harry when they met at the salon. They were both too excited at the prospect of being pampered by the beauticians to even consider a serious discussion. While Harry was with the manicurist, William had subtle blonde highlights added to his long brown hair and a shampoo and set which left him with a glamorous tousled look. His face, now decidedly feminine even without makeup, was cleansed and toned before the assistant began to apply foundation and powder. His brows were plucked again and long false lashes glued into place before eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara were applied lavishly. In the harsh daylight his cosmetics looked overstated, sluttish even, but as the assistant was at great pains to point out, they would be fine for the evening and anyway the new look really suited him. Once a deep red lipstick had been applied and sealed with gloss, William put on long zirconium earrings and slipped his freshly waxed legs into sheer stockings. He then put on the little black dress he had bought at the mall, carefully closing the short back zip with perfectly manicured fingernails before putting on elegant gloves and black suede court shoes with a 3-inch heel, a compromise between style and comfort. Completing the outfit with an ornate jeweled necklace, William realized that he was now not only undeniably attractive but he also looked 4 or 5 years older. He gasped in surprise as a beautiful mature woman gazed back at him from the mirror. Harry, now looking equally dazzling in a simple ankle-length dress made of black silk, whistled appreciatively and pirouetted on the most impractical 6-inch stiletto heels to show off to his friend. “You look amazing Will.” He purred. “Absolutely gorgeous.” “You look fairly good yourself.” William replied. “But you’ll never survive the night in those heels. I’ve never seen anything like them.” “I have my reasons for wearing them actually Will.” Harry said hesitantly. He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I know you’ve spoken to Clarissa but you may as well hear it from me as well. I wouldn’t usually wear anything this high, even for a party but there’s someone I like… a man… I mean a really nice man. He’s a graphic designer, a little older than us but really handsome and… well… I guess I’ve kind of fallen for him.” “And what’s that got to do with high heels?” William asked, his glossed lips parting in a slight smile. “We’ve not done anything.” Harry blurted out. “I’ve only met him twice but I’m sure he finds me attractive. So I invited him along to the party. You’re not angry with me?” William hugged his old friend warmly. “No, of course I’m not angry with you Harry. You’re my best friend but you still haven’t explained why you’re wearing the most incredible heels I’ve ever seen.” Harry giggled. “His name’s John and, even though we haven’t had a great deal of time to talk, he did mention that he’s kind of kinky. He’s probably only joking but I thought I’d surprise him anyway by wearing these stilettos. He’s got a flat in town and he’s already promised to take me out in his sports car and but me some really expensive clothes. I’m sure he’s only messing around but he keeps threatening to drive me into London to visit a fetish shop he’s done some design work for. I know it probably all sounds a bit weird to you but I don’t care if he is a bit kinky. I really like him Will and I’d do anything if it meant spending some more time with him. It’s my 18th birthday tomorrow and I’ll legally be an adult then so I guess I can pretty much do as I please.” “If you’re sure you know what you’re doing.” Will said warmly. “You’re obviously keen on this John character and I’m certainly not going to stop you seeing him just don’t do anything silly and, if you ever need me, I’ll always be here for you.” Harry started to cry quietly. “I so want you to like him Will, I really do. Promise me you want try to steal him from me.” “I wouldn’t worry on that score.” William giggled. “But I’d love to meet him.” William left the dormitory with Clarissa, their heels tapping on the gravel drive as they walked across the front of the College to the party in Harry’s accommodation. Clarissa had also dressed to impress, wearing a French designer gown made almost entirely of black lace and chiffon. It left little to the imagination. “I have been thinking Will,” she purred as they walked. “Will is not a good name for a pretty girl.” “I guess not.” He replied in his soft feminized voice. “But what should I call myself. You’re right. I can’t be called William all night.” “What about a good French name like Yvette? Or we could shorten it to Eve, the first woman, made from a piece of her lover. It’s very romantic.” The symbolism of the moment wasn’t lost on William as he tried to come to terms with adopting a truly feminine name. The experience was cathartic but, even as he mouthed the unfamiliar syllable, he knew that he was changing more than just a name. “And you are?” One of Harry’s roommates asked as they reached the door. “Clarissa and Eve.” They replied in unison. “We are here for the party.” William had a great time, even as the new Eve he managed to socialize. Clarissa made sure that he drank a little too much champagne and, feeling increasingly relaxed in the heady atmosphere, he barely noticed her spending more and more time away from his side. Most of the other girls complemented him on his outfit and new hairstyle and how much better he looked now that he had been at the college for almost a whole term. Eventually he bumped into Harry, lounging on a comfortable leather sofa with a ruggedly handsome young man who was clearly besotted with him. “Hello.” He said quietly. “You must be John. I’m Eve, a friend of Harriet’s. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Harry jumped up in his towering heels and teetered about like a nervous foal before greeting him warmly with a kiss. She sat down again and snuggled closer to John, leaving room for William to join them. “I’m pleased to meet you.” John said, reaching across Harry’s trembling body to shake hands. “You arrived just in time actually Eve. I was hoping to ask Harriet up to dance but I didn’t want to leave my friend on his own.” “Your Friend?” William gulped. “He’s getting some drinks.” John explained. “He should be back in a few minutes.” John’s friend was called Philip Morris, a rich young businessman who owned the very shop Harry had mentioned that afternoon. Very quickly, William found himself engaged in a deep conversation with him about the fetish retail business while Harry and John took to the dance floor. Occasionally, William glanced up to check that Harry was ok but he was clearly enjoying the opportunity to flirt openly with his new boyfriend while William chatted with the surprisingly engaging and incredibly masculine friend on the sofa. The conversation quickly moved on from selling latex dresses to music and fashion and William found himself accepting more drinks and talking much more openly. Philip was incredibly stimulating company and William actually felt a small pang of disappointment when Harry and John came back to join them. “Would you like a cigarette?’ He asked, taking a fresh pack from pocket of his beautifully tailored jacket. "I know it’s a filthy habit but I have a weakness for corrupting innocent young girls.” “Not for me thanks.” William said a little drunkenly. “I’m incorruptible I’m afraid.” “I’d love to try one.” Harry purred, taking a cigarette and placing it seductively between his glossed lips. “John, would you mind lighting it for me and then I think we’d better move onto the verandah. The College has a fairly draconian policy about smoking inside the building.” William looked on in amazement as his friend leaned forwards, placing a hand discretely on John’s thigh, to reach towards the flame from John’s lighter. Harry inhaled deeply and shut his eyes in what appeared to be unfeigned pleasure before blowing a stream of grey smoke seductively from his half-closed mouth. “I’m apparently much more corruptible than my friend.” Harry said, laughing as he took John’s hand to lead him outside. “Would you mind supporting me John. I can barely walk in these heels and I only wore them because you said how much you liked them.” John slipped his arm around Harry’s wasp-like waist but instead of helping him to totter over to the verandah, he turned and kissed him fully on the lips. “You look wonderful in them Harriet.” He murmured softly as he pulled away. “And I’m so happy that I’ve finally met someone who combines beauty with such a hunger for new experiences. You must come to London with me tomorrow. There is so much I want to show you and, as you know, my credit card is yours. You must allow me to buy you something.” Harry drew deeply on his cigarette, apparently unperturbed by his recent kiss. “Would you mind if I stayed over at your place tonight then John. It will save some time if we’re getting up early.” “I can’t guarantee you’ll get much sleep.” John replied. “But, of course, you are more than welcome. Don’t worry about getting changed Harriet. We’ll find you something in town tomorrow.” William gaped openly as Harry and John left the party arm in arm. He was still shocked about seeing his friend kissing another man, albeit a very attractive one, but spending the night together. It was almost unbelievable. “Is he really a fetishist?” Will stammered. “Harriet mentioned that John likes women in high heels but if they are going to your shop tomorrow what kind of outfit will he buy her?” “That’s 2 questions.” Philip replied. “Is he a fetishist? I honestly don’t know but I suspect we all are given enough motivation. The stuff I sell is definitely very sexy and it is also kind of addictive once you take the decision to actually try something on. I honestly don’t know what he’ll buy her though. Perhaps a few latex items, some more stilettos maybe. We only cater for the top end of the market.” He hesitated momentarily. “Why don’t you pop over to John’s place tomorrow evening and see for yourself Eve? I’ll be there and, if you are feeling adventurous, I’ve always got a few items in the boot of the car. I’m sure I could find something in your size.” “I’d love to see John’s flat and find out how Harriet’s getting on.” William replied honestly. “But I can’t promise to try anything on. I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that yet.” “Of course.” Philip replied, smiling. “In your own time. The offer will keep if you change your mind. Anyway, it seems that our friends have left us alone. Would you like to dance?” William hesitated but could see no reason to refuse. Moments later, he found himself on the dance floor, held closely by an attractive man at least 8 years his senior. More worryingly, he was actually enjoying himself immensely and, just as Clarissa had warned him, he felt the first stirrings of sexual arousal in the arms of another man. Fortunately, Philip either didn’t notice or didn’t care and William was now too intoxicated to pull away. He completely lost track of time as they danced together. All that mattered was the security he felt in Philip’s strong arms and the increasing urgency of his arousal. William wondered what was contained in the small tablets the nurse had given him. His erection was as insistent as it had ever been before he joined the College but the feelings inside his body were completely different. He felt small and deliciously insecure. All he could think of was Philips firm body pressed up against him and the desire, the now undeniable desire, to open himself up to this stunningly attractive man. William pulled away suddenly, his bust heaving as he panted a breathless apology. “I’m sorry Philip. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I let everything go too far. I’m not ready for this… for you… for anything. Please forgive me.” Philip pulled him close and William felt momentarily as if he was melting. He felt so passive, so submissive, so incredibly turned on by everything. “There is nothing to forgive Eve.” Philip whispered. “And I understand completely. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met but I realized what you were as soon as I held you closely during the dance.” He laughed gently. “It was obvious then, even in that wonderful dress. It doesn’t matter to me. You are still beautiful and I suspect that you are more female than most of the genetic women here. I’m bisexual anyway and any man would be proud to have you as a friend… or a lover.” William stood open mouthed as Philip spoke. “Come to the flat tomorrow. I must see you again.” William nodded in stunned amazement and heard himself agreeing to call the following morning. Before he could turn to leave, Philip kissed him gently on the lips. “Tomorrow then. I’ll let John and Harriet know you’re coming.” William almost ran from the party, still stunned by discovery of his secret and the immediacy of his sexual reaction to a man he hardly knew. He was worried about Harry even though he now appreciated his friend’s wanton flirtation much better than he had before. All these thoughts clamored for attention in his drunken confusion. Harry smoking. His first kiss. The seductive promise of Philip’s shop. It was all too much. William collapsed on his bed still dressed and slept. He woke late morning with a hangover with Clarissa offering him a cup of strong black coffee. “Did you have a good time last night?” She asked. “Your friend was gorgeous by the way. If you don’t want to see him again, give me his address.” William laughed. “I think I arranged to see him this afternoon.” He groaned. “Would you mind helping me get ready Clarissa. I need something sexy but not too tarty. He knows about me too and he doesn’t mind. I think he quite likes the idea actually. Should I… I mean… should I take it any further?” Clarissa giggled. “If he knows that you’re a boy and he still wants to see you again. I think that is too good an offer to turn down. At least not before you meet him when you’re both sober and see if you still feel the same way about each other.” William dialed the number on his mobile phone and spoke breathlessly to Philip. He gave William the directions to John’s flat and suggested he arrive in time for dinner. Apparently John and Harry were still in London but he was expecting them back fairly soon. William said goodbye and hung up. “I guess that’s settled then.” He said. “I’ve got a date for this afternoon.” Clarissa helped him to get ready, picking out a simple woolen top which clung nicely to his breasts and a short leather skirt. Stockings and 4-inch heels completed the outfit and while Clarissa made another cup of coffee, William reapplied his makeup and pulled his hair up into a neat ponytail. With gold stud earrings and a matching necklace, he felt almost human again. Turning from the mirror, he pulled a soft lather jacket over his shoulders and sighed. He looked fantastic and he knew it. Philip would be powerless to resist he thought to himself wondering if he would have the courage or the inclination to take their relationship further. He turned to Clarissa with a question. “What do real girls do with their boyfriends if they don’t want to have sex?” Clarissa took his hand and seductively sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” She answered, trying to look as innocent as possible. “But don’t be pressured into anything you’re not comfortable with and, if you do decide to sleep with him properly, make sure he wears a condom.” William looked shocked. “Clarissa, I used to think that you were such a nice girl.” He took a taxi to John’s flat and rang the doorbell. Philip’s deep voice answered through the intercom and told him to come up. Rather ominously, he also told him that Harriet was still in the bedroom while the men prepared dinner. William let himself in and entered a huge living room with a crisp white carpet and contrasting black leather furniture. Philip welcomed him with a gentle kiss and took his jacket. “Harriet’s in John’s room.” Philip explained. “Why don’t you pop in for a chat while John and I finish cooking.” William nodded and set off to find his friend but could barely believe his eyes when he entered the bedroom and saw the blonde femme fatale lying seductively across John’s bed. Harry, his full lips still moist with the evidence of his recent intimacy, was dressed in an incredible skin-tight rubber dress and stiletto court shoes with fetishistic 6-inch heels. With tousled hair and smudged makeup, he looked both completely satisfied and utterly exhausted. Harry turned his head slightly, the thick latex collar clasped around his throat making the movement seem slightly awkward. His breasts pressed tightly against the glistening rubber of his dress as he sighed deeply. “I couldn’t help myself Will.” He breathed softly. “John has been so generous I had to repay him somehow. Look at the outfit he bought for me. The shoes alone cost more than I could earn in a week and I couldn’t even guess at how much this dress is worth. I’ve been wearing it all day, even at the restaurant where he had lunch, but the rubber feels so sexy. I can’t describe how much it turns me on just touching it.” Harry reached for a cigarette while William sat down on the bed. Harry lit up and inhaled deeply. “I’m addicted already Will.” He explained, gazing dreamily at the plume of smoke drifting across the room. “I was so easily corrupted. After John had me rubberized at the shop I felt so strange, so different, I didn’t seem to have a will of my own anymore. It was like I was somebody else. As soon as I saw myself in the mirror wearing this dress and these incredible heels, I felt so desirable and so unbelievably sexy, I knew what I would have to do when we got back to the flat.” “Did he force you Harry?” William asked with obvious concern. “Good God no, Will.” Harry exclaimed. “Look at me. Look at what I’ve become. Sure, John bought me the dress and everything but I wanted to please him. I had to thank him somehow and he made no secret of the fact that he found me desirable. I guess I was flattered and so turned on having worn rubber all day, that finally seducing me must have been easy for him and I do like him so much.” Harry started to cry. “So why are you upset?” Will asked softly. “If you wanted to do this, what’s the problem?” “Everything’s just so different now I guess Will and it all happened so fast.” Harry sobbed. “I feel so cheap and I know that I look like a prostitute but being with John has changed me. He’s made me want to wear latex dresses and impossible heels all the time and I’m frightened that I’ve become a fetishist like him. He’s transformed me into a rubber slut Will… but I can’t help myself… I love looking like this. You couldn’t possibly understand unless you’ve experienced it yourself.” William looked startled. “I’ve only agreed to have dinner.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a little. “I knew you wouldn’t understand Will.” Harry said, sitting up in the bed to dry his yes. “You couldn’t even begin to comprehend this until you’ve given yourself totally to another man like I have. I belong to John now Will and all I want to do is give him pleasure.” “You’re still my old friend Harry to me.” William said. “And anyway, I don’t care what you’ve done. Look, lets go through and have dinner and I promise not to do anything too risqué with Philip, attractive as he is.” “You like him?” Harry asked. “Yes. I think I do.” William replied. “I haven’t really felt the same way about girls since we started taking those tablets and, last night, I just thought what the hell. Philip’s handsome, mature and obviously rich. Who wouldn’t want to be seen with him? He’s a real catch.” Dinner was surprisingly relaxed, despite Harry’s peculiarly submissive behavior. Philip was excellent company and William liked him even more out of the drunken atmosphere of the party the day before. They had so much to talk about and, as the evening wore on, William started to feel more at ease. It was only after the meal that things took a decidedly strange turn. They all got up from the table to retire to the living room, Harry looking magnificent in his glistening latex dress as he turned on his impossible heels to hold John’s hand and follow him to the sofa. William felt a frisson of jealousy as he watched his friend teetering in his stilettos, looking more glamorous in rubber than he ever had on more normal feminine attire. William felt almost drab in his plain black top and leather skirt, short as it was. “Feeling left out?” Philip whispered, as John sat down with Harry. “She certainly looks the part now doesn’t she?” William nodded. “A little I guess.” He said softly. “Harriet was feeling a little sorry for herself earlier but she seems so much happier when she’s with John and that outfit is amazing. I think I’m just slightly envious, that’s all. She does look beautiful and that dress makes her seem so much more… well… more mature, more confident.” “John’s besotted.” Philip exclaimed. “He can’t believe his luck actually. Like me, he’s always wanted to date a transsexual and discovering that Harriet has a weakness for rubber as well has completely blown his mind.” “Transsexual?” William replied quietly. “I’ve never really thought of us as transsexuals. It was just dressing up to start off with but I guess you’re right. It does seem to have become more than just a hobby. Being a girl has kind of taken over.” “Would you like to look like that?” Philip asked, pointing discretely at Harriet as she got up from the sofa to perform a slow dance in front of John. “I know you’d look fantastic in rubber. Even if our friendship never develops onto a full sexual relationship, I’d still like to dress you up and take you clubbing.” William giggled and took another sip from his wine. “I did bring some stuff up with me.” He said hesitantly. “You know… just in case. I thought you might feel a bit left out with Harriet looking so sexy.” William sat back to consider Philip’s proposal, watching with some interest as Harry finished gyrating seductively and knelt between John’s legs to rest his head in John’s lap. Her long platinum blonde hair obscured her face as she relaxed. “Wouldn’t it be a bit rude just to run off and get changed.” “I don’t think they’ll mind.” He said quietly, nodding his head towards the sofa. William gaped in surprise as he finally noticed that Harry’s head was slowly moving up and down while John leaned back in rapturous pleasure. Despite the curtain of hair obscuring Harry’s face, it was obvious what he was doing. The depraved scene made William feel slightly queasy.“ "Sure.” He said, standing up. “What did you have in mind Philip?” An hour later, with his makeup reapplied more provocatively and his hair set with long red extensions, William sat at the dressing table and gazed at his radically improved cleavage in a passive daze. The sight of his massive breasts, lifted and squeezed together by the rigid constriction of the latex corset both thrilled him and troubled him in equal measure. His waist was now no more than 22-inches in diameter and the fetishistic wasp-like thorax of the corset had totally transformed his body. William felt strange, excited and completely different now that he had been encased in the shimmering second skin of highly polished latex. Beneath his widening hips, the briefest latex g-string bulged dangerously while long latex stockings sparkled in the bright lights of the room. Philip handed William a pair of thigh-boots and, after helping him draw the laces together to seal them to his long rubberized legs, William stood up for the first time in fetishistic heels. The needle sharp stilettos were at least 6-inches high and William gasped as he took his first steps. After that, kissing Philip passionately in gratitude seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Harry was dabbing his lips with a tissue when they returned to the living room, his surprise quite evident in his wide eyes as he saw what William had become. William smiled, sensing his friend’s confusion but, encased in his new latex skin, he felt incredibly self-assured and also, he could no longer deny it, he also felt incredibly sexy. Enjoying the attention, he tugged Philip’s hand and drew the handsome man closer to his upturned mouth before, in full view of Harry and John, kissing him deeply. When they finally broke apart, Harry spoke. “What have you done? I mean… wow… I mean you look wonderful but…but what made you change your mind?” “I wanted to see for myself I guess.” William purred, rocking slightly on his incredible heels. “After seeing you all dressed up in rubber earlier, I just had to try it.” He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to describe what he was feeling. “Don’t worry Harriet.” William continued. “You were right; it feels amazing. Sure, it was difficult making the decision but, with a little help from Philip, I feel like I’ve finally discovered my true self.” William tottered across the room towards his old friend and took one of Harry’s cigarettes. “I’m a rubber slut just like you now Harriet.” He breathed, inhaling deeply as Philip offered him a light. I feel so deliciously corrupted and this outfit looks so depraved, I can hardly believe its me in here.“ William caressed his body seductively as he spoke. The rest of the evening passed in a dreamy haze as he grew more accustomed to his bizarre appearance, the novelty of being dressed in a skin-tight latex corset and towering heels becoming almost normal, as he felt increasingly relaxed. However, like all good things, it eventually had to come to an end and, in the early hours, it was obvious that they were all very tired. William turned to Philip. "I’m really sorry Philip but I think it’s time I got some sleep.” He yawned. “Of course.” Philip replied, running his hands through William’s long dark hair. “I’ll call a cab.” William looked across at Harry. “Are you coming back to the college tonight?” He asked. Harry giggled, taking John’s hand. “No. I’m staying.” He replied. “There’s nothing I need at the dorm and, now that John’s taught me how to completely satisfy a man, it will be much more rewarding sleeping here with him.” William looked apprehensively at his own boyfriend, feeling slightly envious of Harry’s new sexual independence. “What about the tablets we have to take?” He asked. “Have you got some with you?” Harry nodded. “I’ve got some new ones actually.” He whispered mysteriously. “I asked the nurse about breast development… you know… growing some breasts of my own… and she prescribed a stronger version of the drugs we’ve been taking and some hormone cream as well. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you wanted to try them, especially if you’re not too concerned about the side effects.” “Side effects?” William asked, his interest obvious. “Nothing serious.” Harry told him. “Obviously your body will change much faster than it has before and you’ll quickly start to feel much more feminine but they’re a really powerful aphrodisiac as well. As soon as I started taking them, I felt really aroused and I haven’t been able to keep my hands off John ever since.” John grinned lustfully at his young rubberized lover while William gazed questioningly at Philip. “You’d be more than welcome to stay.” Philip said softly. “You’re under no pressure to do anything you don’t want to.” William took one of the tablets from his friend’s outstretched hand and sighed before swallowing. Thirty minutes later, Harry’s wanton behavior became a little more understandable as William’s own libido took on a life of its own. William’s final corruption was assured. Even after a night of almost unbelievable passion where William performed acts he could never have thought possible only hours before, he still felt incredibly aroused. Philip had dressed him in a beautiful latex cat-suit and stiletto-heeled court shoes and, leaning back seductively on the sofa with his long legs held suggestively open, William found himself begging for sexual release. His behavior disgusted him but his life was a whirl of erotic frustration and physical release now and Philip offered his only hope of sexual satisfaction. After breakfast, the 2 young shemales found themselves alone while Philip and John dealt with some business matters in another room. William gazed sheepishly at his old friend, embarrassed by his antics the previous evening but glad to see that Harry was dressed in a long latex gown and high heels. They both lit cigarettes. “How was it last night?” Harry asked. “I take it that you lost your virginity.” William reddened and squirmed gently on the chair. Harry laughed. “So, you’re plugged too.” William squirmed again, still unaccustomed to the huge presence of the rear dildo as it sent delightful waves of pleasure deep into his abdomen. “Yes.” He offered, “Philip fitted it this morning but I wasn’t expecting it to feel quite this nice. I still feel so incredibly aroused by everything, the dildo was a really nice surprise. I suppose that sounds really cheap doesn’t it Harry but I can’t help myself now. I guess I must have wanted to be corrupted and, now that I feel so incredibly submissive, the depravity of being plugged kind of turns me on even more.” “Me too.” Harry replied, deep in thought. “But I like this new life Will and I like John too. I like his generosity, I like all the things he buys me and I like being a girl too.” He paused for a moment. “Does that mean we really are transsexuals now Will? I mean… well… it’s the end of term soon and we’ll have to go home soon, if only for a few weeks. What are we going to tell our parents? We both look so feminine now and, if my bust keeps developing at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my breasts hidden from mum and dad and, anyway, even forgetting my cleavage, I don’t want to have to dye my hair back to its old color. They’re going to find out about us sooner or later.” William sighed, groaning in pleasure as his dildo throbbed softly inside his transformed body. “We must be transsexuals now Harry.” He breathed. “It doesn’t matter what our parents think. We’re both 18 and look at us, look at what we’re wearing, just think about what we’ve done with John and Philip. Given the opportunity, I’d become a real woman tomorrow.” A whole year had passed since they had made their shameful admissions to their parents but both William and Harry had been surprised by how supportive their families had been. Six months after their admission and after continued hormone therapy at college, they had both undergone gender reassignment surgery, eagerly financed by John and Philip. Now, with real breasts and stunning female figures, both 'girls’ were devoted rubber fetishists and willing submissives to their respective partners. Dressed in matching skin-tight latex dresses and sleek rubber corsets, their breasts wantonly displayed in their immoral outfits, they were both about to leave college and start their new careers as fetish models and part-time sales assistants at Philip’s shop. John had bought them a flat close to the shop and it had proved very convenient for the frequent liaisons they enjoyed with their devoted lovers. Eve smiled as she took Harriet’s hand at the end of a long day. The two rubberized women clearly had another secret as well. They kissed deeply before entering the bedroom together.