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A Silky fantasy adventure.

I still didn't realize who was speaking, then the scent of their perfume brought me some clarity,

"Florence, Margrette, you've returned!" They sat and hugged me.

"I feel so flat. How long was I napping?"

They looked at each other, "You've been asleep for over thirty hours Annabelle. We're here now to get you ready for the party this evening. Something large is planned," they giggled.

"Certainly larger than this dear" said Suzanne pushing aside the covers and grabbing my clit.

"Roll over so we can inspect your cunny dear."

On my tummy she used her arm beneath me to lift my tush upward.

"The laser was really effective, no new growth Margette."

Margrette moved closer and giggled, "I'll check with my tongue."

She slipped her tongue into me, rimming the muscle gently.

"We need to clean our girl, let's get a move on Annabelle. To the toilette now."

After my ablutions and having moisturized my face I slipped on a dressing gown and kitten heels and we moved to the dressing. Florence stood ready with a new large steel plug and quickly I was filled. Margrette had assembled a collection of French lingerie, but first she placed a strand of pearls about my neck together with a 3cm choker for my throat and two pearl earrings in each ear. She had a small box from which she took two thin golden rings. She handed them to Florence who placed both on the long toe of my right foot. Next she handed me the white silk three-quarter push-up brasserie, which was trimmed in blush ivory lace.

I slipped my thin arms through the straps and I leaned my breasts into the cups. Margrette fastened the clasp and reaching around to my breasts settled them within the thin gauze and lace. I looked to notice the bra was adorned with small pearls and a lacy skirt edge beneath the cups and a pretty white satin bow at the center. Next Florence wrapped a six straps suspender belt about me and adjusted the hooks to the narrowness of my 63cm waist. Then they each gathered a sheer near white silk, back-seamed stocking and rolled them up my long smooth legs and attached each of the suspender clips carefully, while adjusting the lay of the hose. The welt of the hose was adored with a satin white bow similar to the brasserie.

Florence had me step into a matching white thong panty and she settled my small clitty into the gaff strip. She next handed me a short silk slip and I allowed the caress of the silk to fall over my shoulders. I brushed the material with my hands down along my curvy body.

Margrette approached and helped me into a short deep navy blue evening dress that I know must have cost the earth. I stepped into the dress and slid it up, being careful of my long styled hair, and drew it over my wide hips. It was a perfect fit and hung 50mm above the knee. I allowed her to zip up the back. I felt her attach the small clip at the top and folded the material over the seam.

"Sit down a moment while we decide which heel you'll wear."

Florence found a perfect 140mm pair in matte black with a small ankle strap and a sharp stiletto heel. These were slightly platformed shoes.

"These are just right Annabelle."

They spent the next 40 minutes with my face. They applied a light foundation, powder, ruby blush, a lip stain and liner, then top gloss, soft tones with deeper shadows on my eyes and mascara three times!

Florence said, "We don't like false eyelashes and the hormones have helped extend yours."

They brushed and adjusted the fall of my hair, and then they somehow got it partially up, so that it only reached my shoulders blades.

They allowed me to stand and move to the tri-fold mirror where I near fell over with shock. Sixteen weeks had proved too much. The man I was in the past had become a beautiful woman.

"Oh, Oh my, this can't be me."

I stared at my reflection.

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