Carrie Ann's Delight

"I wanted you to get used to the weight." Rachel said. "Put on a nighty and meet me in my room"

The reason she wanted me to get used to weight seemed obvious, as did the trip to her bedroom. For Rachel her nighttime orgasms were a tranquilizer and I got a chance to test the adhesion of my new breasts in a familiar spot – between her legs.

Another innocent little package produced hormones and Rachel put me on an immediate regiment. A trip to see an urologist set up by Rachel ended in an appointment to have my testicles and scrotal sack removed. Other surprises included a belly button ring and a tattoo on my right shoulder. It looked a lot like a naked Tinkerbell except with big colorful butterfly wings and flaccid cock. My conversion to femininity was moving forward at warp speed and I really enjoyed most of it, but I didn't want to lose my balls. The bottom line – I was powerless to resist.

At Rachel's instruction, I boxed all my male clothing. Dressed in a mini-skirt, strappy sandals with 5" heels, a transparent short sleeve blouse that showed off my breasts and tattoo, no underwear and my cage I delivered all the boxes to Goodwill.

My ear holes were ready for rings. Most of the time I wore a diamond stud in the top holes, small silver rings in the middle holes and large silver hoops in the bottom holes. My hairless, well made up face was becoming more and more difficult to distinguish from a natural girl's.

Several weeks into my conversion, Rachel brought home a big gift box with a pink ribbon and bow.

"This is for you Carrie Ann." Rachel said.

Oh, thank you, Mistress Rachel."

"Go in your room and put it on. I want to see how you look." Rachel said.

It was a uniform. There was a pink satin and lace corset with full coverage cups, adjustable straps and three garters per side. The hose were white mesh with back seams and precious little pink bows at the top of the seams. The shoes were white patient leather pumps with 4" spike heels and open toes.