Abducted and Turned Out Chapter 1

About four years ago, I decided to go out for the evening to a local club that tgurls hung out at. I was a regular there, and had been going there for some time with a regular circle of TG/CD girlfriends that I hang out with.

I was already excited when I started to prepare myself in the late afternoon. I picked out one of my favorite outfits, a short suede short skirt that came down just above mid thigh with a matching vest. I also picked out a tight long sleeve light pink stretch top and some calf high black suede boots with 2 inch heels. I am quite tall, and 3 or 4 inch heels put me over six feet seven inches and it makes some doorways (and cars) hard.

I bathed and shaved myself bare, using my favorite mango scented body lotion to soothe my shaved skin and then powdering myself all over. I started to dress, my matching Victoria's Secret black bra and thong panties first. I filled the D cup bra with my breast forms, and then tucked my little clitty back and taped it into place so that it would sit in my panties right (I am a total bottom, so it's only used for peeing), and as I did so, I felt my maleness start to ebb away and began to feel more like the gurl I have always wanted to be. I put my black silk robe on and started my make up.

I applied foundation and touched it up with some powder, and did my eyes. Blue and grey shadow, mascara and eyeliner. I put some blush on and did my lips with a darker maroon liner and some deep rose red lipstick. I put on my ear rings and did my nails in a deep red polish next.

I did my hair next, a long straight flowing blond wig. I secured it with bobby pins to be sure it was on tight.

As I checked myself out in the mirror, the last vestiges of my masculinity disappeared. I was all gurl. It felt great to be me again, and I sauntered int the kitchen to pour myself a diet coke, swinging my hips seductively as I did.

Just then the phone rang, it was my friend Jesse asking me if I was on time. As usual, I wasn't. We giggled after she joked that my tardiness was one of my most endearing female traits. I hung up the phone and pulled my pink top over my head. Next, I slid my black thigh highs on. I love the feeling of stockings, and pantyhose just gets in the way at the end of the evening most of the time.