It started as a bet within myself, at least that was the lie I told myself. It started at the age of eighteen when I found a matching bra and thong in my laundry. My parents had gone on a vacation and left us in the care of a former crush of mine. The reason for the house sitter was my parents were local celebrity news anchors. We had received threats of kidnapping, so my parents asked a teacher who lived next door to us. She knew that I wanted to belong to her in every way possible.

When I brought her her undergarments, she informed me that they were for me to wear the next day at school. I informed her that I had a basketball game that day and would have to change clothes. She told me that she at least expected me to wear the thong under my clothes and she would be checking before I left for school. She then slipped a silk nightgown over my arms and kissed me like a lover would.

I went to bed and excitedly was looking forward to the next morning. She woke me up at 6 am and stood there as I slid the thong up my legs and then she proceeded to pull the thong up into between my butt crack. The effect was that it caused my clit as she called it to be pulled up against my butthole. She then used nail glue to lock the thong on my hips to keep it in place as she wanted. I asked her how I was to use the bathroom, and she told me that I would have to sit like a girl to pee after I moved the thong to the side. She then gave me a pair of women's black suit pants that unless you looked real close were styled like men's dress pants. She also gave me a white button blouse that once I had a tie on would not be so obvious. I asked her why I had to wear this outfit and she said, "If you want to be mine, you will wear it."

I should tell you what she looked like. She stood 5'7", and had brunette hair that when down reached the small of her back. Her butt was a perfect round bubble that stretched her skirts or pants so you could bounce a quarter off it. Her breasts were 36D in size. She looked like a younger Elizabeth Hurley and she knew it. She never acted like she was better than others and that was why I had a crush on her.

So I went to school that day in her clothes and immediately got called into the office. The basketball coach and the principal were there and they didn't look happy. My principal wanted to know how I had passed a test that everybody else in my class had failed. I told them that unlike everybody else I had studied and not gone to the party the night before the test. They wanted me to prove that I hadn't cheated and so I had to retake it. They had me go to the study hall classroom that my crush was subbing for. It took me all of twenty-five minutes to complete and the principal graded it. She looked at the coach and showed him that I had passed it with one hundred percent. They told me to go home for the day until an hour before game time.

As I had ridden in with my former babysitter, she had to drive me home. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, she made me remove the tie and unbutton the top three buttons. She announced that we were going to a boutique that she used for a bra fitting as my reward. I was so excited but nervous at the same time. "She told me that we were going thru the back door so I wouldn't be seen by other people. And if you do this for me, I promise you will get to be with me. I know that you have always had a crush on me." I was surprised at the fact that she knew. "Okay, let's get this over with before I can change my mind," I told her.

Once inside, the owner led us to the private fitting room usually reserved for her best customers. During the meeting, I signed a paper that said I was willing and able to give complete control to the staff of the store. My sitter and the owner chatted as her assistant began to measure me and had me bound to a bar that hung from the ceiling. I was cuffed in pink fur-lined handcuffs and the bar was raised until my toes were the only contact I had with the floor. The assistant then measured how high my heel was from the floor and she left. My sitter and the owner left at the same time as the assistant leaving me helplessly hanging from my wrists.

The owner and the assistant were the only ones that returned to the room and informed me that my teacher had left to go back to the school. I asked in a rather breathless state as to what time it was. They said it was time for me to start experiencing the pain of being beautiful. They said, "If you don't want to go thru with this, we will escort you to your home and let your house sitter know."

I told them that I was here to get my dream of being with my girl; I would do anything.

The assistant then pulled out a pair of six-inch stiletto heels that when on would lock on and only release when my sitter used the key. They also had removed all of my clothes and smeared the foulest smelling cream from my nose down. It was left on for fifteen minutes before they sat me in a tub of hot water. I was rubbed down with silky washcloths and to my horror, all of my body hair fell off. Next, I was led into a mud bath and told to get in and not get out until they came for me.

Upon the assistant's return, still tired from the hanging by my wrists and tiptoe standing, I was again lifted off the ground and a pair of black silk thigh-high stockings were slid up my hairless legs.  The assistant then pulled a new thong up my legs and over the garter belt she had put on my hips. She then slid a tight silk mini slip up and laced me into a corset making sure that it was tightly laced around my midsection. The bar was lowered so they could begin to force a pink leather minidress up my body. At the same time, the corset felt like it was squeezing the breath out of me. The dress had special sleaves that could be laced together behind my back rendering me unable to do anything to get free.

I was then pushed into a salon-style chair and the sleaves laced to the arms of the chair. To my horror and sexual excitement, I realized that the chair also forced my hands to be spread open so that each finger was separated. I was asked again if I wished to leave. I told them that I wanted to go thru whatever they had planned for me.

"Are you absolutely sure?" the owner asked.

I replied, "Yes, I am absolutely sure and looking forward to it." She then began to glue acrylic nail tips to my hands and fill in each nail with bright pink acrylic powder. She made sure that my nails were two-inch long dagger-like stilettoes and then before I could change my mind again, held a perfume-filled cloth up and I willingly buried my face in it. I breathed it in until I passed out from the lovely smell and lack of regular air.

When I came to, the room was empty and I was not tied down. I slowly stood up and tried to walk. It took me ten minutes to cross the room. When I got to the door there was a full-length mirror on it. I was shocked at the reflection I saw of me. I was dressed like a blonde Barbie doll complete with the makeup and outfit. The other thing was I realized that there was a pair of headphones on my head but I couldn't hear music coming from them.

It was then that the owner opened the door and asked me what my name was. I told her that my name was Mia Amore, but my brain was screaming that I was Paul Brown. She laughed and said that Paul was no more and that Mia Amore was her best customer. She also told me to put the headphones back on and to lie on the bed. All the while Paul was trying to break free of the hypnosis I was subjected to. The headphones kept telling me that my name was Mia Amore and that Paul was a former boy toy that I needed to forget.

By the time my teacher came to get me, I had been under hypnosis for six hours and there was no chance of me ever breaking free. She took me home to the house and unlocked the heels. I followed her to the guest bedroom where she proceeded to strap-on-fuck my brains out. All the while, I was yelling at her to fuck the Paul out of me. She constantly asked, "What is your real name?"

All that came to my sex-addled mind was, "Your slutty girlfriend Mia Amore." I continually moaned as she thrust the strap-on in my ass. She laughed as Mia Amore took complete control of my mind and turned me into her lesbian girlfriend. We both came at the same time and collapsed in exhaustion with the dildo still in my ass. She woke me up to help me get into my nightgown and sent me to my room.

I was woken up by a screaming mom a few hours later. When my mom asked me who I was, I told her her daughter Mia. My Mom paid us $4000 to get the hell out of the house. We used the $4000 to get me hormones and a place to live. That was three years ago and my lover finally told me the truth. I am not complaining, though, as I have a set of 44E breasts that she is currently feeding off of and my feet are used to being in ballet heels to the point of no return.