Then it was my turn to put on the dress. I guess, with all the pictures I had seen Kim in it, I never realized there was no skin visible, other than the face. Even my neck was covered, as were my hands, with what I first thought were gloves, but they were part of the dress. And of course my legs were covered by the boots. I don't know how it was fastened on my back, it took her a while, but there was no evidence of a zipper or anything, as I tried to see the back in the mirror. I realized that if I were worried a bit before with my genitals trapped, now my whole body was secured in a way that I could not escape from by myself. And I loved every second of it.



But... what if I had to pee? Kim laughed when I asked the question. She was rubbing my butt for a few seconds and suddenly the material parted, exactly where my butt hole and pee hole were, if I would sit on a toilet. And in seconds it was back to normal, not even a seam visible.



It was impossible to believe my own body was under that dress, seeing the subtle curves I now had. It was purely feminine, if you could forget about my face. But that's when Kim sat me down at her makeup table. She started working on my eyebrows, my lips, my nose, my cheeks and slowly my face became more like hers. She had me take what she called a helium tablet, which shortened my vocals for a few hours, she said, and my voice sounded like a woman now.



The last part was a long white wig, and I remembered the pictures of her as a blonde in that dress. She asked if I minded her securing it a bit and when I shook my head, not sure what she meant, she took it as my agreement and sprayed the inside of the wig with something, before she put it back on me, holding it down for a while. Then she styled the hair like I remembered seeing her in all these pictures that I had collected. And suddenly I was her.



So yes, her hair black and mine white, you would not call us twins. But if you would see either of us by ourselves, you'd be sure you were talking to the real Kim. Obviously we both knew who the real Kim was, and the real one was shooting a ton of pictures. Of me. And then of us. Then she started feeling me up.



I think even she could not believe how much her creation looked like herself. But she had also never seen her own dress on someone else. And she was clearly aroused by the idea. Then by the touch and the feeling. She had our eggs slowly vibrating to get us in the mood, as she rubbed my leather skin all over. At that moment I simply wished my curves were real, as I could not feel her hands on my breasts, or on my hips, and on most of my butt. But when she circled my waist, rubbed my shoulders, and down my arms, I could feel it, and I simply wished it were my skin forever.



Now I moaned and initiated the kiss. My moan sounded so feminine, it actually turned me on. She met me all the way and it was now a kiss of lovers. I couldn't tell if the hum of my skin, the trembling of my muscles, was caused by the egg somewhere inside me, or by my heart beating in my throat, but it took me over the edge as I experienced an orgasm, that put every nerve of my body on fire. How was this possible?



Kim was impressed. I think I took her over the edge with me, and we both enjoyed the aftermath together, our bodies still intertwined. She was the first to speak. Wow, that was incredible! And that's how I felt. We couldn't let go of each other anymore and we stood hand in hand in front of the mirror. She made a few pictures as I couldn't even remember where my phone was. Then she found a small tripod, so she could fixate her phone, as we posed together. I don't think I ever had that much fun. That's when there was a knock on the door and I heard someone say "room service".



I looked at Kim but she was setting up her phone in a different position for a video, so I opened the door. And looked into the barrel of a gun. Be quiet, the man holding the gun said, or I blow your head off. He came inside to room and closed the door behind him, then locked it with the chain. He was wearing a hotel uniform, which is probably how he managed to get to the top floor.



It's simple, he said, you hand me over all of your jewelry and nobody gets hurt. Where is the safe? That's when he spotted Kim in the bedroom and although shocked, he immediately ordered her next to me. Who is she, he demanded, and I answered, she's my niece, Cara. What's with all the K's in this family, he replied madly, then he grabbed a pair of handcuffs and ordered us to stick out our hands. He locked my right hand to Kim's left hand, making it real hard for either of us to escape in our heels.



He had spotted the safe already, which stood still open, and ordered us to lay facedown on the bed. We could hear him empty out the safe, then he said, what the hell is this? I heard the click of a button and suddenly both Kim and I responded with a moan. Rude as the man was, he was not stupid, and playing with the dial and seeing our response, he came to the right solution. You two are playing kinky games huh? I want part of the fun!



He turned the vibration up, then asked, which one of you likes it in the ass? I don't want to get you pregnant by accident. Please sir, my reply came out without thinking, but triggered by the desire to protect Kim, my niece has no experience in that aspect.



And you do? Is that what you're saying? He barked. Not so much, I replied, just a tad more. Give me your consent, he shouted, ask me to take you in the ass. I hesitated, and he swung the gun at me. Kim, as Cara, pleaded, no Kim, no! But now he pointed the gun at her, so I quickly agreed. Okay, I'll do it. Please sir, fuck me in my ass!



That's better, he groaned, now take the damn dress off. I can do better even, I replied, my voice shaking, Cara, please help me open my access zipper. It was ridiculous really, with our arms locked together, somehow we managed to get our hands on my butt, and Kim managed to unlock my rear area.



With our hands back on the bed, I pushed my butt up, offering him clear sight at my anal hole, my thong hiding nothing. When he turned up the vibration, I imagine he could see my hole shaking, and I could hear him suck in his drool. I heard a zipper and then I sensed him push into me, which was still well lubed from the egg that went in earlier. In seconds I could feel him inside.



I knew you were a slut, Kim K, he laughed, but my god, your ass is simply perfect. And he pushed in deeper. He must have hit the end of the egg, as the vibration suddenly moved deeper into me, and it hit just the right spot. I tried with all my might, but I could not stop a moan from escaping my mouth.



Yes baby, he said, show me how much you want it. Talk dirty to me, you slut. And he turned up the vibration. I was in heat now, as was Kim, and I pushed back into him. Oh yes baby, I moaned, put that fucking dick deeper in me. Make me cum, baby!



I had forgotten all about the gun, all about him robbing us, him essentially raping me. I just wanted him deeper in me, fuck me, shoot his load into me. I felt one hand on my back, as his other fondled my breast, and I willed myself to enjoy it. I imagined he squeezed my nipple, and my brain signaled the feeling to my pleasure system. I could feel myself starting to cum, as he set the dial on the remote to maximum, and both Kim and I screamed in unison. I could feel his cum spray my insides, as I came as a woman, all my nerves on fire and my butt pushing hard into him.



When he pulled back he said, my god, I may just come back for this, what a fuck you are! Now, both of you, push your face in the blanket and count to fifty, and I may let you live. I couldn't even count to five, so high I was still, but after a minute or so Kim started moving. He's gone, she said.



He was gone indeed, and he'd left the keys for the handcuffs on the coffee table. It took a minute before we were organized enough to walk there. Then it took another minute before the cuffs were unlocked. We looked at each other, and I asked, police?



Suddenly Kim embraced me and she started crying on my shoulder. You were so brave, protecting me from him, she said. I wanted to shrug my shoulders but then it hit me. I was raped. Allowed him to take me. And enjoyed it. I came, I said. Of course, she said, he turned the eggs up fully. I came as well. But I shook my head. No, I said, I came before he went on max. I was the slut he was talking about. Pushed back into him to take him deeper. I wanted it. My God!



Oh baby, she said, he had a gun. He gave you no choice. She was right of course, but I knew better. This whole thing with slowly turning into a woman did something to my brain as well, and somehow it excited me. The other thing that had changed was my relationship with Kim. We went from interested strangers with a similar kink, to being sisters, lovers. She was part of my life now, and I of hers.



She wasn't too worried about the content of her safe. The bigger safe in the sitting room was never opened and that would have cost her half a million, she explained. Until she realized what was missing. Your pin, she cried. And when she saw the look on my face, she explained, the key. The key to your cage. It had a nice diamond and he took it.



That had to sink in a bit. Didn't you say it couldn't be opened without that key? I asked. And she nodded, it's a unique lock, never been picked or cracked. Your manhood is at stake here. Before I could think that over the egg in our "womanhood" began to vibrate, and we both gasped. Mine was still in that very sweet spot, and I couldn't stop myself from going over the edge again. It took more than a minute during which I came twice, and Kim at least once. Then it stopped.



We looked everywhere for the remote and we could only conclude the thief had taken that as well. And he clearly played us. I told Kim she should remove her egg, but she refused. We're in this together, she said, until we can get yours out I will wear mine. And that showed what a classy lady she really was. Funny how we outsiders never really know celebrities, with only reading the tabloids.



If we call the police, she said, you'll be in a very awkward situation. Reporters will come and write all kind of bad stuff about you. Make you a laughing stock. What I lost money wise is nothing compared to how it will turn up your life. I will do anything in my power to find a way to free you from that cage. Tomorrow I'll call the manufacturer. Money will talk. Until we have a fix, why don't you stay around with me? I know a doctor that we can see at least to get that egg removed, if it doesn't come out by itself.



What she didn't say but it was clearly suggested, was that I'd stay a woman a bit longer. We'd sleep together and have sex together, that simple. Make some more photos perhaps. That's when she remembered her phone was still set up and had filmed the whole ordeal. We watched it together and it was clear I was the slut that I thought I was. And it made us hot as hell. When we were kissing she had an idea. She was searching for a bit before she came back with a strap-on dildo. Was I interested in more sluttiness? The drool I had to swallow away said it all.



Kim took her dress off, so she could wear the strap-on, but I wanted to keep my leather on as long as possible. Sleep in it. So five minutes later, once again, I was on my knees and taken from behind. This time without the help of the egg. This time without being forced. This time with love.



But the result was the same. I was screaming at some point for her to take me deeper. She grabbed my breasts, and again my fantasy took over, like I felt her play with my nipples. A thought hit me. Could I get implants or something so I could truly feel it? That thought sent me over the edge, and I came like the slut I was.



Kim was perfectly happy to do the honors, although she was talking already about a two ended strap-on or dildo, something that gives her pleasure at the same time. She'd have one in the morning, she said. After two more sessions we slept together, I was in her arms, as she stroked my leather.



In the morning my dress came finally off, together with the corset and all the stuff that had given me curves. I got a first look at my cage, couldn't believe how sleek but also how small it was. That's when Kim proposed her idea.



Rather than going as a man to the conference, why not go as a woman? That way, I could find out better if I liked it, not just because of the incredible sex. She had enough business outfits to use, and a similar corset, which would have my useless manhood covered again. I didn't think it would be possible, my name would give it away. But she could make me Cara, using the ID she had been using. And she knew some top shots in the organization, so my name would simply be replaced.



I didn't think I could do it in public, people would see right through me. But somehow she convinced me with a promise of hot lesbian sex each night of the week. Unless I wanted to pickup a guy?



So I became Cara. In a leather pencil skirt and a white blouse over my corset. With some very expensive stockings in beautiful pumps. My breasts and curves were better secured now, with glue that would require a dissolving fluid before it would come off again. Same with my wig. And she gave me basic instructions to keep my makeup up to par. If anything "bad" would happen, I'd just use the connecting walkway bridge from the other hotel and run upstairs, using my new key card.



The only uncertainty was the egg. It had not come out after some major tries in the bathroom. What if it would come on again? The best we could think of was running to the ladies room, and wait it out. Other women would understand, assuming I had my period.



But everything went surprisingly well. Nobody thought of me as anything but a woman, a very attractive woman given the amount of hits from men I had to deal with. The egg remained inactive. And I did a good job on fixing my lipstick after lunch. Most importantly, I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed myself. People were listening to what I had to say, and somehow I was much more confident than ever as a man.



Kim came actually over during dinner and stayed for the evening entertainment. She looked rather different and went by Kathrine now. In the dark, watching the magic show, our eggs came on, but not at full, and we both were able to suppress our moans, while squeezing each other's hand.



Sex was even better that night. She had an improved prosthetic vagina for me, and glued it in place. Then she showed me with her new male appendage how it worked. I got enough pleasure out of it that I could cum, but I preffered her taking me in the ass. She didn't disappoint.



The word on the key was not good though. It would not be possible to unlock my cage. And any cutting or sawing was out of the question. They suggested the removal of one testicle, thinking it would allow for the cage to come off that way. Something to think about.



Something else to think about was my growing desire to be able to feel my breasts. And of course Kim knew someone who could help in that department. But recovery time would be weeks rather than days, so I better be sure, and we could schedule it for after the conference. She just wanted me to be sure about the path I was starting. But if that's what I wanted, she'd pay for it.



The next day the egg came on during the conference. It was break time and I was talking with a guy who clearly had an interest in me. I managed to drag him into a sideroom where I took him up my ass, as the egg went to max. I knew I was a slut again, but he didn't complain. He shot his load, just about when the egg stopped. But I came with him, just like I wanted.



Kim had to laugh when I told her about it later. She had used the dildo on herself fantasizing how she'd fuck me, when her egg came on. We finished the night with some good sessions, where she took my new pussy over and over again. Better get used to it, she said.



When you make your fortune like Kim you're probably pretty smart. I saw her smarts up close when she traced down our gun carrying thief. She had contacted the manufacturer of the eggs, and they shared how the signal from the remote could be intercepted and traced back. She then paid a private investigator to track the man down the next time he activated our eggs and pay him a visit, accompanied by a set of strongmen.



Most of the content of her safe was found but my key was gone. Apparently it was sold on the street to a woman who had  paid fifty dollars for it. The PI would search further. As a punishment the thief was fitted with a similar cage like mine and an egg shoved up his ass, coated in surgical glue. A special program would have the egg activate at least once a day, sometimes twice, even when out of range from the remote that was handed to Kim, as well as the key to the man's cage.



The thief had been warned that if he ever got close to Kim or her niece again, the egg would automatically activate at max, and they had demonstrated that setting for a period of time during which the man had cried and begged and promised never to steal again. He even handed his gun over, which never was loaded, so he said, nor was there any ammunition in his place. Kim's reaction was simple, he'd never use his dick again, it was unloaded as well.



So the chance that my dick would ever be used again was pretty slim too. And somehow I didn't care. My sex life had never been better and I really enjoyed being Cara. And with Kim's help I could become Cara for good in no time. Why wait, she asked.



So a series of surgeries were planned, during which all my improvements would become permanent and real. And afterwards I would actually be added to the extended family and get a spot in her reality show. I would be slutty, which didn't bother me. And share Kim's bed anytime I wanted. And that was her personal promise. That's the awesome person she is!