Quiet Servitude Pt. 01
Keywords: Pt., 01, Servitude, Quiet,
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Britney opened the nearest case and, sure enough, it was filled with all the clothes that I had hoped to find on opening the case on her bed, tight little mini-skirts and revealing tops. Britney began to throw some of the clothes from this case until the floor was covered with a collage of some of the sexiest clothing you have ever seen. Some of it I recognised from Britney's various public appearances, but some of it was stuff that I had never seen before.
"What would my sexy little girlfriend like to wear?" Britney asked smiling, as she opened a second case to reveal a great array of wigs, mostly blonde but some black and red, of different lengths and styles.
I looked over the clothes strewn across the floor, my eyes assaulted by all the styles and colours available to a woman, particularly one of wealth and fame like Britney. I was like a kid in a candy store, completely incapable of narrowing down all the feminine fashions I was drooling over to one single outfit choice. My eyes were finding themselves drawn more and more to a tiny little cream coloured suede mini-skirt that I seemed to recall Britney wearing on a TV show two or three years earlier along with matching boots and a sky-blue vest top. It was just the kind of the skirt that I loved to see women in, I loved to see there long legs exposed, I loved to think of what little it would take to lift up that skirt and see the joys beneath. However, even though I would have loved to see it on Britney, I balked a little at wearing something so tight, short and revealing myself. After all, I had never even thought about dressing as a woman until today, I didn't think that I was confident enough in my femininity to wear something like that. Instead, I picked up a pair of denim capri pants that, although tight and feminine in their cut, were at least closer to my normal attire than wearing a skirt.
Britney saw what I was holding up and shook her head with that naughty smile on her face once more. "Oh no," she said, "Wouldn't you much rather wear a little skirt. It's much more appropriate for your first girlie experience." She walked over to the pile of clothes and picked out the exact cream coloured mini that I had been after, "This is much more you, I think, you don't want to cover up those lovely, sexy legs. Any woman would die for those legs, and they'll send any man crazy in a skirt like this" she said, holding it out to me.
I couldn't deny that she was right, I decided to conquer my nerves and wear it, searching through the clothes pile until I found the sky-blue vest top that I remembered her wearing with the skirt on TV. The case with the wig contained all of Britney's shoes and I looked through them too until I could find what I was after, a pair of knee high suede boots in the same cream colour that matched the skirt.
Britney looked approvingly at the outfit that I had just picked out, "That'll look great on you honey," she said with a smile, "Now all you need to wear with it is some really sexy underwear. You never know when you're a hot girl like you just when some guy's gonna want to see under your skirt so you need to be prepared with the hottest panties. I think I've got just the thing for you."
As she was saying this, Britney hurried into the bedroom next door and emerged, a little later, now dressed, if you can call it dressed, in some very sexy lingerie, a white silk night-dress that was so thin that it left nothing to the imagination. The lines and curves of her body were perfectly visible beneath it, as was the curve of her pert breasts and her nipples. Beneath this thin material, all she wore was a matching pair of white panties in order to cover up the one part of her that wasn't a totally perfect example of femininity. In her hands, she was carrying, to my surprise and pleasure, the red lace panties of hers that I had been sniffing when first she saw me in her wardrobe, and a matching red lace bra. Those panties represented the start of this wonderful night with the pop princess and nothing would turn me on more right now than wearing them. After all, I had always wanted to get into Britney's panties, this wasn't necessarily the way that I had meant it, but it was certainly an exciting and arousing new development.
I slipped the red lace panties up my smooth, shaved legs until my cock and arse were encased in their sensual feeling delight. I'd never got this kind of feeling wearing guy's underwear, Britney's panties made me feel sexy and aroused, even just putting them on was provoking a little stirring in my groin. I didn't really know what to do with the bra; I'd had plenty of experience taking them off but not so much when it came to putting them on. Britney, however, helped me into it and filled out the cups with tissue from the bathroom, expanding my flat chest to impressive, round Britney breasts.
I wanted to look in the mirror to see how if I looked anything like as sexy as Britney's underwear was making me feel, but as I turned to do so Britney stopped me, telling me the surprise and pleasure would be much greater if I didn't admire myself until the transformation was complete. I agreed to this, but I couldn't help but look down at my smooth, sexy body in the red lace lingerie and see how feminine and sexy it looked.
Next, I slipped the blue vest top over my head and then slid the tight suede skirt up my thighs. Fortunately, I'm not a tall guy and very slight of build, but still the couple of inches I had on Britney meant that the clothes, normally tight and revealing even on Britney, were even more so on me. I loved the feel that I got from wearing the tiny skirt, showing off my long sexy legs, my cock and arse in just red lace panties feeling excitingly exposed.
My feet were probably not much bigger than Britney's, anyway I fitted into her cream coloured suede boots without too much effort on my part and they weren't tight or constricting. A problem came when I stood up after having put the boots on, I was unused to heels and even though these were not that high, only about three inches, as soon as I took a step, I could feel myself falling. I tripped forwards and for a moment felt a rush of panic that I would hit my head on the floor and that when the paramedics came they would find me dressed like this and all would be revealed. Fortunately, it never had to come to that as I found myself falling into the arms of my gorgeous lover.
As my stuffed red bra pressed against Britney's breasts, I looked up into her beautiful face. She smiled down at me and laughed at my misfortune,
"I think you might need to get a little practice in those heels," she said.
So, I spent the next few minutes simply pacing, or rather tottering, back and forth across the room. Initially I was pretty shaky but, with Britney's tuition, I soon got the hang of it, taking smaller steps, walking heel-toe, and swinging my hips in a sassy sensual way.
"You're almost there," said Britney, seeing how I could now walk, at least passably well, in the heeled boots, "With hair and make-up, you'll be the complete sexy girl." She looked through the various wigs that she had, searching for one that would suit my new feminine persona and outfit. "Here we are, this is perfect for you," picking out a platinum blonde coloured wig cut into a bob.
I sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs that the living area of the hotel suite provided as Britney put the wig on my head and adjusted it until it fell right into place as if it were my natural hair. Finally, Britney got out her vast make-up kit and made up my face to look much more womanly. Britney herself preferred dramatic eye make-up against the rest of her face being more natural, and that's exactly what she gave me. She matched the sky-blue colour of my vest-top with some funky blue eye shadow, which really picked out my eyes and their already naturally long and fluttery lashes, and a more natural pink lipgloss that shimmered and sparkled like the glittering mascara she had given me.
My transformation from skinny, rather ordinary English guy into hot girl was complete, now all I had to do was to check myself out and see how it looked. Again, I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I was filled with nerves, I could sense that any transformation could never meet my expectations but, at the same time, I was tingling with anticipation. Finally, Britney stepped aside and allowed me access to the mirror. I almost rubbed my eyes in disbelief at the sight, only I knew that it would smudge Britney's carefully applied eye make-up. There, standing in the mirror, was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen. I looked like her! Well, maybe not quite as stunning as Britney, but I looked like all those totally hot blonde American girls that followed Britney's looks and style. If I met this girl in a bar or something, I would definitely want to fuck her.
The suede boots and their three inch heels accentuated the length and curve of my sexy smooth legs, all the way up to my thighs were the tiny suede mini-skirt barely covered anything. Turning around and bending over, I could see my red lace panties sexily revealed beneath the skirt that barely covered my arse. My false breasts protruded forward from my body, stretching out my top across them and revealing my midriff and narrow waist, not quite as gorgeous as Britney's but still looking pretty good. Britney had worked her magic best of all on my face, and I moved in extremely close to the mirror to examine it, looking for flaws that might give away that my perfect feminine complexion wasn't quite what it seemed but could find none. Along with the very tight revealing clothes, the platinum blonde wig and sparkling eye make-up made me look like a cheap slut but I wasn't complaining, the slutty look had worked for Britney in her videos and it was really turning me on now.
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Keywords: Pt., 01, Servitude, Quiet,