Backstage at the Honeybee Inn

Greeted with bubbly acknowledgements of “Hello,” and “Hi, Cutie,” Tifa was taken aback. While she had the heart of a woman, and obviously the body of a woman, she had always been more a tomboy, focusing on athletics and training. She knew that she needed to play along, and put on her game face to blend in with the bee girls.

“Heya!” she said, with a sugary smile, “I’m Tifa, and this is so cool being here!” One of the be girls spoke up and said, “Wow, Tifa, you are gorgeous. You are going to be the most popular bee girl here!” Tifa blushed and said, “Thanks girl…wait, what do you mean bee girl?” A few of them giggled again, and one spoke, “Tifa, we all know that when a girl walks through the stage door, she is choosing to be a bee girl here are the Honeybee. I mean, why else would you be here, right?” Tifa laughed reluctantly, “Yeah…why else.” With that the group of girls cheered, “Yay! We’ve got a new bee sister!”

Tifa feign enthusiasm with a fake smile. The girls surrounded her in a group hug. As they spread away from her, one of the girls said, “Now, we have to get you out of that dress and into a bee costume.” Tifa stuttered, “Um… ok…” The girls took Tifa’s arms and led her into the changing area. More bee girls were there, sitting at makeup stalls, and primping and preparing themselves for clients.

One of the girls brought over a bee costume and said, “I think this will fit you, but first we have to get a look at that body to get a sense of the measurements. Why don’t get undressed.” Tifa smiled uncomfortably, “Um, I don’t think that now is the time for…” She was cut short by one of the girls, “Oh come now, you can’t be shy in this business.” Before Tifa could anticipate, the girls surrounded her and were running their hands all over her body, caressing and exploring. “Ah, uh, Girls,” Tifa said, “I really think we should wait…” and suddenly her dress was being tugged at every which way.

“Oh come on, Tifa,” spoke a bee girl, “Don’t be so shy!” Tifa felt hands caressing her bare arms, and lips kissing her neck. Other hands found their way to the lower part of her dress, reaching in the dress slits, and pulling the stocking legs out from underneath. Now there were hands sliding up and down her legs. Tifa sighed with arousal, realizing that she was starting to lose control.

Tifa pleaded with the girls, “Now hang on a second, ladies, I really think that…OH!” She was shocked as hands reached behind her neck and undid the fastening of the dress. Tifa felt everything loosen around her upper body as the girls continued to tug at the dress. Trying to maintain some modesty, Tifa pressed her hands against her chest in an effort to hold the dress in place. “Really,” Tifa begged, “I don’t want to try on the be outfit right now...Hey!” She shouted out as her dress was pulled down her shoulders, and hung loosely on her arms. Another set of hands reached in the back of her dress, caressed her back and ribcage. “Oh!” Tifa let out at the sensations of these soft fingers on her body. “Um, I think we better stop girls,” Tifa stated, “It’s best if I just go-OH!” Sets of hand grabbed at the shoulders straps of her dress, now hanging at her elbows, and pulled them. At the same time, two other sets of hands reached the clasp of her strapless bra, and undid it. “No!” Tifa she ordered. “Please stop,” was all Tifa could muster as the dress was pulled down from her chest, taking the bra with it.

“Oh!” Tifa gasped as she was stripped topless. She tried to regain some composure and cover her breast. Doing so left her susceptible to the women’s hands, which all reached for Tifa’s waist, and pulled the rest of her dress down. In an instant, Tifa was left only with her stockings and heels, and het black panties. She was speechless as the girls admired her body, cooing and whistling at her. Tifa had lost control of the situation.

This was made totally evident by the way she stood, stunned, and the bee girls spread out their attack, and went for the rest of her clothes. Separate bee girls peeled down Tifa’s thigh-highs, and then two others slid her panties down to her ankles. Tifa’s hand instinctively reached down to cover her pussy, the other arm remaining to conceal her breasts. She felt multiple hands on her legs and ankles, guiding her out of her heels, and pulling away the last of her clothes. The bee girls had stripped her naked without any resistance from Tifa. How had she let this happen?

As the bee girl crowd spread apart, Tifa stood there, doing her best to try and cover her naked body, wondering what was to come…