Friday was quiet in the office. Mistress and Miss Susan inspected me together, admiring my "little clity" and how the plastic cage shows through the pink panties. i had to thank them in my lispy voice and do a little curtsey. They could tell i was scared of bring overheard and giggled together. They told me that i should make sure i was ready to go to Mistress's flat on Saturday morning and should get some rest that night in my sexy little nightie, after practising on the dlido.

 i got a phone call yesterday morning at about 11am. i was sitting by the phone dressed in my girly t shirt and jeans. "Get over here NOW!" Mistress ordered. i picked up my handbag and set out. There was a group of teenagers at the back of the bus who kept looking at me and giggling. i was embarrassed, but also oddly thrilled.

 At the flat i was ordered to strip down to my frillies, and to roll off my stockings, and instead of the sitting room i was pushed into Mistress' bedroom, the site of my initial humiliation. Susan was there, wearing a white pinafore over her tight satin blouse and leather miniskirt. i was taking her in when Mistress shoved what felt like a rubber ball in my mouth and fastened it to my head. "We have a lot to get through, Jessica Jayne, and don't need the distraction of your whimpering".

She sat me down on a chair in front of her dressing table and Susan got to work on me. i know she makes girls up on their wedding days, and she was certainly very quick and efficient shaping and painting my toenails hot pink. While they dried she glued matching false finger nails. "These will have to do until your own grow". Then she applied some makeup to my face, a little blusher, some mascara and eyeshadow. "Pay attention, sissy! You'll have to do this yourself from now on!" .

From a box on the bed she took out a blonde, shoulder length page boy-type wig, which she placed on my head and brushed it out. "You look so pretty in long hair, little Jessica. Your own will grow in time, but for now this will have to do".  i could see myself in the mirror and was stunned at the transformation.

"I know", Mistress whispered in my ear as she removed the gag. "So pretty, aren't you. Such a pretty little sissy. Its what I saw in you from the start. Tell us, sissy, what you are".

i ran my hand through my new long hair, feeling it brush my bare shoulders. In the mirror i could see Craig standing in the doorway, cock out, stroking himself.

"i..i'm thutch a pretty little thithy, thank you Mith Thuthan." Susan laughed scornfully.

Then i was dressed. First delicately patterned white stockings, with roses picked out in the nylon and very lacy tops. Then Susan held out a pair of pink panties in satin, with lines of ruffled lace on the back, a panel of pink satin over my..clitty and lace round the legs. I was stood up and had a matching bra placed on me.

While Mistress dressed me Susan was busy with a bag on the bed. When she turned she had the maid uniform in her hande. it is in pink shiny satin, very short. The skirt is puffed out by petticoats and there is lace at the collars and hems. There is a little white pianfore in front.

"Wait!" Mistress said. She tugged down the back of my panties and removed the plug i had in. She brought over a dildo, larger than the plug but not as big as the one i had been practicing on. "I think this is the time for little Jessica Jayne to start getting acauainted with a real cock!"

It felt different from the plug, with a bulb at the end and a different feeling as it rammed home - painful, uncomfortable..but right somehow. I would have had such an erection if my cock hadn't been locked away. Mistress snapped my panties back into place.

Susan held the dress open, and i stepped into it, slipping my arms into the sleeves. The dress buttoned at the back, the buttons ending at a stiff collar which nestled tightly around my throat. i heard a little click.

"Miss Susan made the dress, Jessica Jayne. Isn't she clever?"

i was looking at myself in the mirror. i had never been fully dressed as a girl and it took some getting used to - the feeling of confinement, the feeling of petiicoats against my stockings, the way the lace hemmed skirt hid so little. And the feeling of the plastic cock inside me.

Mistress and Susan giggled. "Look at the little slut!" "She is soo cute!"