The voices in my ear tell me to wake up. Diana helps me to get out of bed and makes me spread my legs so she can slip in my plug. My ponytails brush my bare shoulders, and I can feel my butt is heavier and my hips look more rounded. I see the others being lined up. Mike now has shoulder length chestnut hair cut in a pageboy. Chris is now a redhead, hair in a tight bob. We all have girlish hips and feminised faces. We look at each other in shock as we are formed up and marched off to the room with the couches. On each is a pile of clothing.

 Diana stands in front of me and holds up the first garment, a pair of pink satin women's panties trimmed in black lace and with a strange little hole in the back.

"The most important thing in a girl's drawers, her panties. Say a lot about her. Yours say whore. Now put them on!"

I don't want to. I fight my arms muscles to stop myself pick them up, open them, step into them and pull them up my legs. I see my imprisoned cock disappear under the pink material, and stand defeated, pantied.

"You look so hot, no man will be able to resist you. Now, soon you will grow your own tits; in the menatime you need to get used to the feel of them, and we think the best way is to give you realistic forms to begin with". She hands me a bra mathcing the panties and helps me fasten it behind my back before filling the cups with realsitic gel breast forms.

"Now for the stockings. First the garter belt" and she fastens the belt, again in pink trimmed in black lace round my waist and feeds the straps under my panties. "They go that way to make it easier for you to remove your panties - or have them removed. Now sit!"

I obey. The whispering voices tell me how sexy stockings feel against smooth legs, and as she smooths the black stockings up my legs and attaches the garters I gasp as the pleasure tears through me.

"You will never get used to that feeling, Alice. You will feel it every time you put your stockings on".

She then straps a pair of six inch high heels on my feet, in matching pink. The sort of thing whores wear.

"Now for your uniform". She hands me a tiny white blouse, which I put on and do up. It barely closes over my bra, which is clearly visible through the material. Then a tiny plaid miniskirt. 

"Men love the schoolgirl look, I've never understood why. You are quite the little wet dream now".

I look round to room. Mike is now decked out in a short black satin french maid's uniform, and Charlotte is placing a lace trimmed white arpon round his waist. He is wearing black stockings and patent black heels.  Chris is dressed in a short candy stripe nurse's uniform, white stockings and heels. We are all top heavy, our new busts straining at our uniforms.

Mike and I are marched to the conditioning room. Diana pushes up my skirt and makes sure the cock in the chair goes through the hole in my panties. I can hear male voices in the hall. What is about to happen?