Like fuck you will, I though to myself. Next Carmel had me stand and I teetered on the high heels, steadying myself by holding on to her.
She smiled, "You'll soon get used to them."
I thought again, like fuck I would because after tonight I'll never need to wear them. Eddie will see this is a mistake. Carmel selected a satin waist-cincher that matched my bra and panties and pulled it tight around my waist. My already un-masculine body was now positively effeminate. My smooth long legs enhanced by the sheer hose, my arse had been pushed out slightly by the squeeze of the cincher, my false tits that just proportional to my small build, and my little waist. I looked like a well looked after thirty-year-old woman.
Next Carmel took a cream coloured silk blouse and pulled it up my arms and buttoned up the front. It was open down to the second button and showed a hint of my peach bra. Next she had me step into a peach nylon half slip, that again matched my bra and panties. It too gave me little electric shocks of pleasure as it slid up my nyloned legs. Carmel reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a hanger on which there was a bark blue women's business suit. I remember Eddie picking it out of a catalogue and wondered at the time why his 'working girls' would need something so sophisticated. But along with nurse's uniforms and other fetish clothing I figured it was just to pander to some expensive punter's peccadilloes.
Carmel had me step into the skirt and pulled it up my legs and fastened it around my waist. She straightened my blouse, ensuring it was tucked in and then surprised me as reached under the skirt and pulled the half-slip that had become rucked up when I donned the skirt. I got another of those little electric shocks of pleasure form her hands straightening the slip and touching my stocking legs. I looked down and was surprised to see a pair of sexy pantyhosed legs showing from below the hem of a navy blue skirt that was six inches above my knee. Attached to those legs were a pair of sexy nylon encased feet, the red toenails showing though the gossamer nylon. Around one slim ankle a gold bracelet reflected a glint of light.
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