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It was almost timefor Stephanie to
get home and Alicia was getting
warmwith excitement at the thought. She was
finishing the vacuuming, thelast of the housework
that she had told her to do that day. Nothing
thrilled her more than playing servant to the tall,
imperious girl shehad married. She was so beautiful
and she loved her so much – thatkneeling in
submission before her was the supreme pleasure in
her life.She had a hard-on in her tight panties,
beneath the frilly white apronthat covered them, truly
a slave of love to that girl.

She heard the front
door open and a tingle of titillation went throughher.
Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous
creature withlong dark hair. She stood with hands on
hips, watching her finish hertasks, clad in the white
silk blouse and neat black skirt she had wornthat day
to the office where she was a rising young executive.
She hada look of disapproval on her face as she stepped
across the freshlyvacuumed carpet and dropped into an
easy-chair. “I’m tired, Alicia,” she sighed. “it’s
been a hard day, one conferenceafter another. And some
of my underlings are no better than you.Inefficient.
I have to do everything myself.” She nodded, shutting
off the vacuum cleaner as she motioned for her to set
it aside and cometo her. “Remove my shoes,” she snapped,
“and then massage my feet.” “Yes, Mistress,” she said,
hurrying over and addressing her in theform she most liked
to hear. It thrilled her just to say those words,the
submissive words of a love slave, and she was soon on her
knees ather feet. With a feeling of reverence mixed with
growing passion, Alicia liftedone of the feet Stephanie
offered her and caressed the well-polishedshoe. She removed
it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged footin the palm
of her hands. This was the finest prize she could imagineas
she stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then
bent tobestow a worshipful kiss. Stephanie moved forward in
the chair, raising her black skirt as shedid so,then parting
her legs. “Get your head between my thighs,Slave,” she ordered
her, “and eat my pussy.” It was involuntary movement as Alicia
nodded in submission, setting downher foot to bend her body
towards her wife. As she moved closer to theedge of the
chair she pressed her face between the smooth, white pillars
of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her
passion. Herlips touched the soft succulent skin that covered
the clefted littlemound of her pussy and the fragrance of her
juices increased so stronglythat she suddenly thrust her tongue
deep into her cunt and swallowed herjuices. The more Alicia
licked her wifes pussy, the hotter it felt andherjuices were
flowing even more. She could hear her softly moaning aboveher
as she lapped away on her marvelous twat. She felt her quiver
with a mild orgasm, and when that had passed sheheard her speak.

Grab Your Tits

Doris showed up carrying two purses, one of them was for
Anderson. She showed him what cosmetics to carry, enough for field
repairs. He looked at the wallet, it had a Wisconsin driver’s
license in the name of Sherry Anderson, complete with photograph
and signature. There was also a VISA and American Express credit
cards, a pilot’s license (private, instrument airplane), medical
certificate and a radiotelephone permit in Sherry’s name. There
was also $52.47 in cash.
“All those are legal,” Doris said. “Anyone who checks with
the DMV or the FAA will find Sherry Anderson listed. Give me your
Anderson went to find them and handed them over.
“You’ll get these back in a while. Now we have an appointment
with a voice coach. You really need help there, Sherry.”
“I know I sound like a man, but why do you say that?”

Turning Into A Girl

Things began to change a little in the second month. Doris
took Anderson to a hairdresser. No names were mentioned, but she
clucked with disapproval at the military haircut. Anderson thought
his hair was long; it was longer than the uniform regs allowed, but
still short. The stylist recut it into a hairstyle that was short
but fairly feminine. She looked at his nails. “Your nails are a
mess. You need to stop chewing them.” She painted them with a
clear liquid, thed waited for the coating to dry. “Now chew on
them,” she said.
Anderson tried, the stuff tasted horrible. he spit out a
fragment of nail and said as much.
“That’s just the point. Take the bottle with you and put a
coat on your nails each morning. After a while, you won’t even
think of biting them.” She then pierced his ears. “You’re about
what, 26,” she asked.
Anderson nodded.
She pierced them twice more, so he had three gold studs in
each ear. “You’re young enough so that looks about right,” she
concluded. After a lecture on how to care for the piercings, she
took him over to a vanity table and began showing him how to apply
cosmetics, indoctrinating him in the mysteries of foundations,
bases, power, lipstick, gloss, mascara, eyeshadow, and cold cream.
After she was done, she scrubbed it all off and had him apply it,
correcting him as he made mistakes.

Conversion Into A Woman

Anderson asked the logical question: “Now what?”
“We’ll handle this just like a standard set of permanent
orders.” He pulled the desk drawer open and handed Anderson a
piece of paper, it was another set of BuPers message orders. When
the standard wording was translated, it read that Lt Anderson was
to be detached from his current duty station, take 30 days’ leave
(known as “delrep” for “delay in reporting”) and report to the
military air terminal at McGuire Air Force Base in civilian
clothes; he was not to use his own vehicle to get there. His
personal effects (known as “household goods” or “HHG”) were to be
put in storage at government expense for the duration of the
orders. “You won’t be stationed at McGuire,” Col. Hampton
explained, “That’s where we’ll be picking you up. Bring three
days’ worth of clothes. The Commodore of DesRon 2 has already
written a detaching fitness report, you’ll sign it when you get to
where you’re going after your leave. Continue reading Conversion Into A Woman