Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Twelve

There was silence in the room for fully 30 seconds as each of them appreciated what this meant to them and how their lives, all three of them would change. Jo broke the ice.

“Well, that was pretty momentous for us all I think. It's a nice day outside, I need to relax after our efforts and I like the idea of being waited on, Tom. You will be my maid for the rest of the day. I remember seeing a cute little sexy maid's costume in the closet. Pat, has Tom worn it before?” Pat replied with a wry smile.

“No, actually that's mine, it's a bit small for him, though I think we could corset him down into it.”

“Excellent, now I was thinking about all his body hair, it's quite light and he's not hirsute, but I think we should get rid of it all, yes?”

“Oh, yes,” said Pat, warming to the task, “I have a couple of large jars of depilatory cream; that should do the trick.”

Jo clapped her hands.

“Okay, what are we waiting for? First Pat, we'll get you out of your doggy suit, although I rather liked you in it. I wouldn't have minded wrestling you in one, both of us with double dildos; that would be great. But who would put us in them, and more to the point who would let us out? Could we trust Tom? Maybe not yet, we'll leave that fun for later.”

Jo removed Pat's butt plug and then slowly eased her out of her doggy suit. She moaned as her arms dropped down to her sides and rubbed them to get the blood back again. Within a couple of minutes she felt a lot better. Jo glanced at her, she did look so good in that black suit stretched tautly over her body, and the collar, cuffs and stringent corset.

“We'll leave the corset and suit on for now, we'll get that waist down another inch or so yet.” Pad gave her a worried look behind her mask, but was actually getting used now to the constriction and the forced upright posture. They both approached Tom and turned him on his back.

“Remember, no talking, or you'll get our first dual punishment, nicely stretched over the whipping bench there.” Quickly, the doggy suit was stripped off him and he now stood, cock still erect in front of them, naked except for his female mask which Jo now roughly pulled off.” It had been quite a time since she had seen him, his face was puffy, pink and soaked and his hair matted to his skull. She thought then she preferred the female mask on him! Jo gripped his cock.

“Mmmm, very impressive.” Pat now returned with a jar of depilatory cream and two pairs of surgical gloves. They pulled them on and dipped their hands into the big jar.

“Legs and arms wide apart, Tom.” Jo ordered and Tom obediently spread himself out in front of them. They smeared his lower body, then his groin (he groaned here, his cock standing out like a tent pole) and then his whole torso. This took a while and was done in complete silence, the women, one in a taut black catsuit and the other a schoolgirl, intent on their work. They stopped at his neck and Jo said.

“What about his face and head? If he goes to work bald, they'll think something is up although he does have a very light beard.” Pat thought hard for a second.

“Yes but bald is so much easier for masks and helmets and wigs. Look Jo, bald is the rage nowadays; everybody has it bald of at least very short. He'll just have to convince everyone at work that he decided on a change – and be very convincing about it, right Tom?” Pat gripped Tom's balls and gave then a not too gentle squeeze. Tom nodded silently.

Pat got an electric razor and bending Tom's head, not wanting all the hair sticking to his creamy white body, began to clip his hair down to a manageable one eighth of an inch. He looked quite different, almost vulnerable, which of course he was. Jo then smeared the thick cream over his face and head, leaving only his eyebrows and mouth visible. He looked like a skinny snowman.

“We'll give him a dose tomorrow too on his face and head, and just keep on it until it's all gone. Okay, all done, let's give it say twenty minutes for it to do its job.” They pulled off their gloves and lay down on the bed together like a couple of giggling girls, pleased as punch, while Tom stood in front of them. The cream was sticky and hot and soon began to itch horribly but he remained silent. Despite the cream, he still had an erection.

“Poor Tom, think you have made a big mistake already? Well Tom, this is only the start.” Tom shook his head; he was not going to yield in the first half hour.

“Good, because there's lots more for us to do.” Jo leaned over and straddled Pat and kneaded her breasts in each hand. For Pat this was a pleasant surprise and she slipped a hand under Jo's miniscule skirt and felt the thin latex panties yield as she rubbed her fingers up and down Jo's lips. Jo bent over and placed her lips on Pat's masked forehead, nose and then her waiting lips. They seemed oblivious to Tom's presence as they worked themselves up and in no time came, panting and shaking. They both laid back and giggled at their lechery, well aware that Tom was watching, his cock still very much erect.

Jo stood up, pulling her panties tight and pulling up and straightening her stocking tops, poor Tom almost fainted at the sight.

“Time for your shower Tom, and like a butterfly you will come out new and fresh, smooth as a baby, for this is your new life. But Tom doesn't sound right for your feminine side does it; let me think…..how about Toni? Tom and Toni, two sides of the coin and yet one person. I think that will do.”

“Yes, I like it.” Pat, who was lying on the bed, said, like a lazy cat that just got the cream. So Tom stepped into the shower and rubbed and scrubbed away all his body and facial hair. He was amazed at how easily it was removed and shocked at his smooth, almost girl-like body now. Even his beard line, which was never thick, was now smooth. And his head, he was as bald as a coot. It too was bowling ball smooth and cool to the touch. His cock and balls felt very strange without any attendant hair. He returned to the rubber room, where Jo and Pat had his costume ready for him. First both encircled him in silence; he could smell their latex clothing and the sex on them and his cock hardened again. Jo said.

“Excellent, not a hair to be seen and smooth as a baby's bum - so much easier for pulling on the rubber clothing; and you know Pat, with a little moulding his body….her body is going to look just fine. No beard here, some make-up, a decent wig and some boobies of course and he'll pass off in public easily. Pat, I saw in one of your fetish mags a woman, Mistress Stern, I think her name was, who runs among other things, a transformation and feminisation business. We'll set up a time and get him…her some gear. They have some latex training clothes, padded panties and bras, so we'll have some fun tomorrow getting him into some.”

(NOTE: FOR MORE INFORMATION ON MISTRESS STERN, SEE THE STORY “STERN MANOR”)

“Yes I read about her, she also does more permanent transformations, piercings and brandings and the like.” Pat snuggled close to Tom, who was now looking a bit worried, and held his cock in her gloved hands. “Although she is very private, her reputation is well known in the more extreme communities.” She smiled. “Maybe we could think of some more modifications and additions before we call her. I'm sure she can help us with some ideas.”

Tom winced at the thought, but still he was erect, either through the thought of the body modifications or Pat's ministrations. Jo and Pat revelled at the prospect.

“So Tom, first we'll have to reform your body, this corset is Pat's but with some squeezing we'll get you into it.” They placed the thick rubber garment around him and ordered him to grab the bar above. This stretched him up nicely and they began to lace him in. he panted at the cool vice of the rubber, Pat winched the bar higher and he was now on tiptoe, as Jo continued to lace from above his groin up to under his nipples.

When they had finished he wasn't an hourglass, but he looked not too bad at all – there was a definite feminine shape to him and, Jo noticed there was plenty of room for future lacing. He took short breaths, feeling as if he was being squeezed by a boa. Pat grinned.

“You'll get used to it, look at me, I've been in this thing for a day now. And I'm quite used to it. It gives you support, confidence, makes you feel stronger, assertive – all very odd I admit. I can't imagine why women don't wear them more often; I suppose it has to do with that burning bra feminist nonsense. Well I'm wearing one and believe me I'm empowered.” She turned to Jo and held out two jelly-like sacs of colourless solution.

“We bought these inserts a short while ago for a laugh, never got to use them. They should be perfect for his boobs. Just slip them in a reinforced bra over his corset and voila.

“Great, and we'll get some padded bras tomorrow.” He pushed his arms through the bra straps and she attached it behind him, then Pat pushed the implants into the cups, smoothed them out and took a step back, admiring the view.

“Excellent, a big breasted booby bird.” She cupped them in her hands as if weighing them. “Not a bad feel to them either, and they stick out nicely and have a real wobbly consistency of the real thing.” With the help of talc they rolled on shiny grey stockings, leaving him to finish pulling them up, sitting on the side of the bed, and leaning over with difficulty due to the constriction of the corset, and the big boobs. He clipped them onto the four suspenders for each stocking attached to the bottom of the corset. He had small feet and they placed his feet into 3 inch heeled pumps.

“You'll get used to heels quickly; they'll get higher as the days go by. High heels and corset – excellent for a great posture, and no more male slouching.” They pushed his arms into gleaming black shoulder length latex gloves, pressing out any wrinkles. Then he stepped into a classic French maid's dress – a very short flared skirt, tight waist and bodice cradling his ample boobs, and a high neck. The sleeves ended at mid bicep and the flared hem, sleeves and neck ended with whit frills. They zipped him up the back with difficulty, it was tight fit. Pat wrapped a white pinafore round him and he was done, well not quite.

“What about this tent pole here?” Jo said, pointing at his cock pushing out from under the short skirt.

“What about a pair of your panties Pat, something really tight, to hold that thing in, and another thing, I've been thinking about Tom's cute little bum here,” she placed her hand on his behind, “I want him to be aware of his servitude to us all the time, and I was thinking that we should have him plugged here permanently.” She slapped his buttocks and he gasped but said nothing. Pat smiled.

“What do you mean, permanently?”

“Oh, I don't mean that we can't pull it out when we have to, but all day and night, all the time, I want him plugged. “ She leant against him, holding his butt cheek in her hand. “So the only time he's not plugged is when he's doing his….ablutions, and when we want him accessible for punishment.” Tom stared at Jo, who gently placed a hand on his bald dome. “Are you getting the drift now Tom? This is for real, your body, every….orifice is ours to do with as we please.” He nodded silently in acquiescence.

“I think that's a great idea Jo. We have all sizes and shapes of butt plugs here. They all have a flanged base so they don't disappear up him, which would lead to some interesting questions at the emergency ward. I have a couple with little nodules on them which give you a nice tickle up there and then just plain rubber prongs.”

“Let's start with plain shall we? We don't want to frighten off Tom already, do we? Bend over Tom…..I suppose we should get used to calling you Toni, we're going to get more pleasure out of this that you.” He dutifully bent over and spread his legs, his bare arse sticking out and his stockings stretching his suspenders. Pat licked the butt plug and placed it at his rear entrance. Then with a nod and a grin from Jo leaned into his, he gasped as the plug inched past his sphincter and into his anal passage, he gasped.

“Oh, come on Tom, this is a small one, you'll soon be getting much bigger ones up there, no problem at all.” Once the widest part was embedded his sphincter muscle gripped the narrower end firmly. Finally they slid a pair of thick white latex panties up his legs, pulled out his skirt and almost lifted him off his feet as they pulled the panties up and over his groin, squeezing his cock flat against the bottom of the corset.

So this was day one of his new life, hour one of day one. He had been fully depilated, squeezed into a corset, forced into a bra with implants, had his anal cavity plugged, his cock and balls squeezed by tight rubber panties and dressed as a saucy French maid. Yes, all in all, it had been quite a start, he wryly thought to himself. They led him upstairs, he was a bit wobbly on his heels, but they each took an arm. He would have to get used to them quickly, and they sat him down in front of a mirror in Pat's bedroom. Pulling his head back they began to apply make-up, the whole works. Jo said, as she applied foundation to his cheeks.

“In the next few days Toni (she called him Toni now, he guessed this was some kind of mental reinforcement) we'll get you your own make-up tables and kit for your room downstairs in this house and in mine (she didn't' say our house any more, he noted) and then you'll be able to do this yourself. We don't want to waste our time on it, so you had better get proficient quickly.” As Jo applied the foundation and blush, Pat expertly shaped his eyebrows with a pair of tweezers. Jesus, that hurt, he thought, how do women do this all the time? Eye shadow, liner, lipstick and gloss followed and Jo looked down at the finished product.

“Amazing, really convincing. The bald head is a little out of place but the face, Toni, you would have no trouble at all in passing yourself off in public, which believe me you are going to be doing.” Tom sat up and could barely believe his eyes, his face was beautifully made up, there was no hint of androgyny, the beard line had gone and he was very, very feminine. Yes, he'd definitely pass.

“I like the bald look,” Jo said, “but we'll get you a wig later, and earrings too, you'll be pierced tomorrow, something for you to look forward to.” Tom was not so sure, but continued to stare at the stranger in the mirror. Jo leant over, her head next to his and looked at him in the mirror.

“She's quite gorgeous; we'll be fighting off the guys who want to fuck him! You'll have to get used to those heels fast because I think I want Toni around the house most of the time, Tom can be at the office but Toni will take over here for good now.” Tom had not been addressed so he sat silently, but his mind was in turmoil. Pat finally produced a rubber maid's bonnet, white with black edging and with an elasticised rim, which she stretched over his bald dome, then arranged it in a pretty fashion.

“Pretty maid, all in a row,” grinned Jo, “up you get Toni, Pat and I are going to the garden, it's sunny and warm and you will serve us some afternoon tea, we've been so busy with you that we missed lunch. We leave it up to you, but you had better learn fast that we like to be spoilt, don't we Pat? Serve it in an hour, in the meantime there is all this rubber to wash, dry, powder and shine. This will be your mantra from now on, maid Toni, those four words, for there will be a lot of latex for you to clean and look after. It is not cheap stuff, so you had better look after it.

And they left him, arm in arm, giggling, the two latex clad dominas went out to the garden to relax. Tottering on his heels, now beginning to sweat in the tight corset, he set about cleaning and powdering the rubber clothes, and as he set about this he realised he quite liked doing this. Peering down at his large boobs and looking in the mirror at his quite narrow waist and his slim legs, he began to take some pride in his appearance. He clenched his rear cheeks, the butt plug was not that big at all, and he realised in the previous ten minutes he had hardly noticed it!

By the time he had made the tea he was sweating profusely, and he dabbed his face, not wishing to mess his make-up. He pulled off his rubber bonnet and wiped his shiny bald dome, then replaced the bonnet, the rim clinging loosely to his skull. He felt between his legs and rubbed his cock, still hard and compressed against the corset.

They were lying on two deck loungers half asleep in the summer sun. They must be sweating in all that rubber he thought, but it didn't seem to bother them. Pat sat up and dabbed her eyes, which must have had sweat in them from the tight mask.

“Very nice, Toni.” Said Jo, as he served them tea, leaning over and feeling the constriction of the corset. Munching on a sandwich, Pat sat up and slid her hand under his short skirt, feeling his cock still rigid in the tight pants. She whispered.

“Very impressive Toni, still hard, but I can't wait to punish it.” She rubbed it harder and he thought he would come, he moaned quietly, and then Pat, seeing this stopped.

“Go to your quarters, Toni, we have no need for you until 5 o clock, then you will report to us, face scrubbed and with new make-up, your own application. You might as well start learning these skills now.” He left them to return to the house, a little dejectedly. He lay on the bed, still hot in the costume, and rested.

Outside in the sun, Jo and Pat had laid out a thick towel on the grass and were lying on it together. There they explored their bodies once more, as if they had not done so before. Fingers pinched nipples and rubbed labia, and tongues lapped and licked. Pat turned to the 69 position; she had said that Jo in her sexy schoolgirl outfit looked good enough to eat, and was now setting out to prove it.

She pulled Jo's short skirt back and prised her taut panties down. Jo was already soaking wet there, Pat was happy to see, but she moved into her with her tongue. She was now getting used to her fragrance and lapped away at her like a contented cat. At the other end, not wishing to be outdone, Jo had unzipped the crotch zip of Pat's suit and was first fingering her gently and then working with her tongue.

She took her lead from Pat, who was much more the expert, but Pat was happy to notice – and feel – she was a very quick learner indeed. In the warm sun they continued like this for quite a while, Pat encouraging Jo with flattering comments. As they tired they then drifted to off to sleep.