Well that wasn't counted on-part 3
By AmandaBlair

Mark waited by the red corvette in the driveway, Christi unlocked the door from the inside and Amanda got in…the car was new, and still had that new car smell. “When did you get this car Christi?” Amanda asked. “About a week ago princess.” She said sweetly. Amanda’s cock almost stuck it’s self up his ass with the word ‘princess’. Amanda swallowed and squirmed in her seat. “Lean forward and put your hands behind your back.” Christi said flatly. He obeyed without question, and Christi snapped on a pair of handcuffs and forced her slave to sit back and did up the seat belt. Amanda sat shocked and highly aroused, while her Mistress placed shackles to her ankles.

Christi sat back, did up her own seat belt and put the keys into the ignition and started the car. It roared to life and once in gear…the car sped down the driveway and onto the street. Amanda felt like everyone was looking at them, or her/him…he was getting so confused as reality and fantasy merged in the dark places between. He was thinking of himself as a she. Mistress spoke at that point breaking the silence. “So, your first time out huh?” Amanda mumbled “yes” Christi, giggled, “Relax princess, you look just like I wanted you too look. Two girls out in their car for a Saturday afternoon drive. Ok?” Amanda took a deep breath and then let it out, “Why the cuffs and shackles?” “Thought that would be obvious, to keep you off guard and remind you who you belong to.” His Mistress replied. He took some comfort in that statement for some reason. And settled back to enjoy the ride.

Christi rolled down the window to let some air in and at the next corner 3 men cat called the car and hollered. “Hey you two want some action?” They laughed and Christi chuckled, Amanda blushed and hoped no one saw. “See princess, even the men find you attractive, pig’s that they are, even brutes know a good looking woman when they see one.” Amanda giggled nervously. They pulled into a back ally and then into an underground garage. Christi reached for a remote beside her and pushed a button and the garage door closed behind them as she undid her seatbelt and then Amanda’s. She climbed out and came around and opened the door for her slave and reached down, Amanda sat forward thinking the cuff’s would come off and was surprised that Christi was pulling her up and out of the car.

“But…?” was all she could say before a finger was placed across her lips. “Shhh, trust me.” She followed her Mistress threw the underground garage to a door, past the door and to an elevator. 3 floors up later and into another hall, Amanda held her breath praying no one was in the hallway, no one was. Down the corridor and to a door marked June’s Beauty Salon. Christi opened the door and they stepped in. Amanda was so nervous she almost fell over as a short woman came up and hugged his Mistress. “Hi Christi, this her.” She eyed Mark up and down, Christi nodded. “Like her June, gorgeous huh?” she beamed back. “Like her, damn girl friend, you need to get me one.” she giggle back. Amanda just blushed and looked down. June lifted the slaves chin and smiled.

“Don’t worry so much Hun. Your in good hands with my gall pal, I’ve known her for years, she told me so much about you, you have no idea how long she’s been planning to snag you, and here you are, damn…why did you bring her here, she looks fine, can’t improve perfection.” She said to Christi, looking back to Amanda. “Who taught you how to do your makeup, you did a wonderful job, or did Ashley do it for you?” “No she did it all her self.” The proud Domme replied. June took Amanda over to a seat and slid her in with her hands behind the back of it and attached a small lock to an eyebolt there, securing Amanda to her seat. She then removed the wig Amanda had been using for years and placed it on a Styrofoam headpiece and went to another table. He was back to being Mark, he felt so naked without it dressed this way, what if someone came in, he tugged on the cuffs but they didn’t yield to the tug, he was very vulnerable and scared.

Christi caressed his shoulders as June came back with a new Brunet long straight haired wig and placed it and straightened it to Marks head, she brushed it out and spun Mark around and faced him to the mirror. “Well, what do you think.” The wig was gorgeous, and more to his natural hair color, it flowed down across his shoulders and framed his face in a wonderful way that even Mark was turned on, he slid right back into Amanda. OMG was all he could think. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.” She said without thought. “Took us months to find just the right one, and finding out your head size, my god, you have no idea.” Amanda spun and looked at Christi. “Months?” the shock in her feminized voice was so apparent. Christi giggled and kissed her square on the mouth. “Yes princess, months, almost a year. Just before I started working for you, I saw you once in the bookstore after hours, I’m sure you thought no one could see you, but I did, ever since then my plan to ensnare you has gone into play. The clincher was when you left the keys behind for me to copy, and well you know the rest of the story.”

Amanda rolled her eyes, what a moron, what a fool. Hunted for a year, and he didn’t even have a clue. “Am I that clueless Mistress?” he asked with a shaky voice. “No dear one, I’m that good.” Was all she stated. With a few more touch ups to her make-up and a few lessons on wig care and more make-up tips. Amanda was unhand cuffed and unshackled and she stood up to look in the full length mirror on the far side of the room, she couldn’t help her self as she spun this way and that, to admire all the work done to her.Even to the poor man that looked back, he couldn’t tell that he was one, he WAS Amanda. She looked smelled and even walked like a woman, her confidence swelled. “Looks like we created a monster Chris.” June said with a giggle. Christi joined her in the laugh and just beamed at her creation, it was just as she new she would be, her little princess slave. Hers to command.

“Ok enough playing with the mirror slut, we have another appointment.” “The Doctors appointment?” she asked, Christi just smiled and took her hand. And pulled her along. “Thanks again June, you did a wonderful job, as usual.” She dropped what looked to be a very fat envelope into June’s hands and kissed her cheek. “I added a little extra, I heard about your mortgage.” “Chris, NO…. I can’t except anything more than we agreed to.” Christi ignored her and walked out with Amanda in tow. Down the elevator and back to the car. Christi let her slave sit unhand cuffed this time as they drove too the doctors office. They pulled into the parking lot when it hit Amanda full in the face. “That said plastic surgeon on the sign.” Christi said nothing and parked the vet. She looked over and said. “Get out.” Amanda did as she was told and stood nervously beside the car on the very busy street of Vancouver’s West Side. Christi started to walk towards the door and her slave stepped in behind her ‘Dr. Stanley Markus M.D. Plastic Surgeon it said on the door on the way in. Amanda was terrified and they both went up to the receptionist. “We have an appointment with Dr. Markus.” The receptionist looked up and said. “Name?” “Amanda Dickinson.”

The receptionist stood up and told them to follow her, she led them down a long hallway to a open door, they were told to wait inside for the Doctor. “Why are we here.” Amanda whispered to Christi. The Doctor while entering stated loudly. “For your breast augmentation appointment.” Amanda looked over her shoulder to the very handsome Doctor that just walked in and followed his dumbstruck by the statement till he sat down behind the desk. She looked at Christi, then back to the doctor. “Nurse?” The Doctor stated. A hand with a cloth went across her nose and mouth, she was so dumbstruck she didn’t even resist, as the blackness of the chloroform took her into oblivion.

Darkness, Mark always liked the darkness, but something wasn’t right. He pried his eyes open. Bright. The light hurt his eye’s. He was trying to remember something important, but couldn’t get his head to focus on it. Mark tried to sit up and found that that just wasn’t possible bright. He squinted and tried to get his bearings. The room was pink, and had the feel of a hospital room. Why was he in a hospital, was there an accident? He didn’t remember and accident? ‘Oh my god!’ he thought to himself, and he quickly looked down to his chest. There were two well-formed lumps under the covers. He came too very fasts and tried to reach for his chest, his arms didn’t move. Panic raced threw his mind as he remembered the Doctors office. Mark tried to call out, but all that came out was a croak. His throat was sore and dry. He started to weep uncontrollably. What did she do to him, what was going on?

He tried to gain control of the tears that were freely flowing from his eyes. A soft voice brought him back to reality as he looked to his right, sitting in a chair beside his bed was Christi’s daughter Ashley. She was speaking to him, but the world seemed to be going in slow motion. He shook his head and tried to focus. “Amanda, are you ok?” she seemed to be saying. Mark shook his head ‘No’, and she quickly ran from the room calling for someone. Pain wracked his body, and he slipped into unconsciousness once again. How much time passed Mark had no way of knowing, the pain lessened over what seemed like days, but in reality was several weeks, people would come in, inspect the bandages, adjust his medications, or ask him to speak. The speaking seemed to hurt for the first few days, but lessened over time, as did the pain in his chest. It was all a blur to Mark, and just way to over whelming.

Finally the medications wore off and he gained movement once again and was aloud to sit up after the bandages came off his chest. What he saw there just about made him scream both in horror, and delight. Two perfectly formed tits, a ‘C’ cup easily. Mark also noticed after gaining freedom of movement, and exploration of his body, that he no longer had an ‘Adams apple’. Finally Christi walked into the room, how long had she been away, he didn’t have a clue. “ Well sweetone, how are we feeling today?” She reached over and kissed him full on the lips. Mark loved those lips, yearned every time she took them away; they seemed to make him feel safe. Mark tried to mutter something back but it came out as a full balling fit of crying. Christi sat on the edge of the bed and took the poor crying lump into her arms and rocked him back and forth, whispering that everything was ok and that it was all over now.

Mark just wanted to go home. Home? Mark realized his home was gone now, Christi had him sell it to Carol. His bookshop, everything was gone. His life seemed so uncertain. Finally he was dressed in sweat pants and placed into a wheelchair, and wheeled out to a waiting van. The sun was shinning, and it was very warm, too warm Mark realized for March. What month was it, he didn’t ask questions but just resigned himself to be lead around like a puppet. What else could he do, he had not actually seen a mirror in weeks, and figured he looked like some kind of freak. The van pulled up to the house, and he was wheeled in and led upstairs by one of the housemaids. He didn’t complain, depression had stolen his will to even resist. A bath was drawn for him and he climbed in, was not shocked that the maid washed and cleaned his very long blonde hair (when the hell did his hair get so long, and why was it blonde). After the bath the he dried and powdered from head to toe, dried and his hair styled. His nails painted and his toe nails. Then he was lead to Christi’s and his bedroom. He was dressed in white panties, a white bra and garters held up the white stockings. Next he slipped into a white leather dress that seemed way to frilly to be normal, and white 5” pumps he was lead over to the makeup table and sat down. For the first time in weeks he viewed himself in a Mirror.

The woman staring back at him was gorgeous. “Sweet Jesus!” Mark blurted out. “Is that me?” He watched his lips move, he already knew the answer. He reached out and touched the mirror. The mirror reflected the same movements. There in the mirror was a very beautiful blonde woman starring back at him. She was stunning. Long blonde hair flowed down across his shoulders and down his back down past his shoulder blades; the shaped eyebrows were thin and very attractive and the make-up the maid was applying was just enough to highlight his now very feminine features. Mark starred at the creature that he knew was and yet wasn’t him…it was her…. Amanda, the woman he longed to be since age 5, it was like someone invaded his mind and tore it out and plastered it to his face and body. The maid pulled the last part of his ‘costume’ over his head. It was a wedding veil. Mark, or should we say, Amanda was going to be married.

When he woke up the maid was fussing over him asking if he was ok. Mark nodded and realized he fainted, and was now flat on his back looking up at the ceiling. He slowly gathered his wits and raised himself off the floor with the aid of the maid. Stumbled slightly and then regained his balance, walked over to the full-length mirror. The woman staring back was a sight to see, beautiful beyond belief, dressed in a leather wedding dress, veiled, and standing on wobbly legs. Mark took a deep breath, looked to the maid and finally spoke. “What’s going on?” The maid replied like it was nothing notable and simply said. “It’s your wedding day silly.” Like he should have known. Amanda took stock of the situation quickly and fell into roll. “Well, when’s this suppose to take place?”

Her new voice was strange to hear, and she wasn’t quite used to it, but figured it would grow on her. Like she had a choice. “As soon as your brides maids are ready, and that should be shortly. You’re feeling better? You seem more alert.” “Yes dear, I’ve come to grips with the situation it seems. No point in fighting it, seems a bit too late for that now.” The nervous giggle escaped her lips and Amanda sat on the end of the bed waiting for the next surprise. Carol walked into the room and gasped. “Amanda!” she exclaimed. “You’re so beautiful, stand up so I can get the full picture.” She did, and even gave a little twirl. And Carol came over and gave her a hug.

“I have a few things for you.” As she started to open her purse, extracting a small box. Inside was a white gold ring with a single large diamond, and she slipped it onto Amanda’s left hand. “It’s your engagement ring.” She said flatly. “I bought a pair of them for you both, Christi has been wearing hers for weeks now, but we saved yours for today.” Amanda admired the ring. It was very beautiful. Next Carol produced a blue single garter and asked Amanda to lift her left leg. She complied and Carol slipped the garter up her leg to her thigh. Next she pulled out a white gold chain. “It belonged to my grandmother.” She explained. Amanda clued in. Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue.

She was all set to be married. Married!!! Amanda sat back down on the end of the bed, her knees were weak, and she was shaking like a leaf. Carol sat down beside her and dismissed the maid. “It’s going to be ok, actually it’s going to be very ok. Relax, and don’t go starting to cry, you’ll ruin your makeup.” Amanda smiled weakly at Carol and nodded her agreement, and took a deep breath. “Well, when does this all start?” “When you’re ready, were all just waiting for you.” Carol explained.

To be continued…