You're not just dressed as a woman. You ARE a woman.

You don't remember the outfit you dressed Jessie in. You remember that each piece was meant to humiliate, to be the most feminine thing teen boys could imagine, but if someone had asked you yesterday, you'd have come up blank.

Now... now it all rushes back to you. You're _wearing _that outfit.

Worse... you're filling it out.

Your mind refuses to accept what you're seeing. Rising from your chest, barely held inside a silk pinkish-red bra, are two large female breasts. Not the appearance of breasts, not what CARA made by forcing you into tight clothes, but a woman's breasts, boobs, tits...You can _feel _them., feel the silk rubbing gently against your large nipples as they press against the lacy cups.

Your... your breasts begin to bob up and down rapidly as you start to hyperventilate, unable to keep from looking at the rest of your slender curved body: your tiny waist, shapely hips, and long slender legs sumptuously displayed by sheer red lace top stockings, attached by a pair of garters to a thong panty wedged between an ass that you can feel is huge.

Long tresses of hair tickle your shoulders and the nape of your slender neck as you shake your head in disbelief.

"This can't..." you whisper, then stop as you hear your own voice. Your sweet, honeyed, girlish voice.

You're a girl.

In sexy lingerie.

You're a girl.

Tied up and alone.

And that's when...