[TG, M->Feminized Male]

[CW: Non-con, Deception, Drugging, Bondage/Stuck]

Olivia looked at themselves in the mirror and groaned. It felt like they were waking up from a bad dream, only to find themselves still asleep. A slender manicured hand rose up to rub their temple. Once again, they didn't recognize themselves, but this time it was more concerning. Late last night, Gabrielle had declared their work week over. Since the next day was Saturday, they decided to take off the accessories that had been permanently bonded to Olivia's body for the last few days.

Late at night, in their dimly lit bedroom, the pair got to work. The special solvent that Gabrielle had kept hidden for nearly a week was applied to the accessories, and slowly they were peeled off. Olivia's head felt irritated and itchy while the wig and bald cap were removed, and their chest felt swollen and tender once the silicone breastplate was taken off. Gabrielle seemed hesitant at the time, telling Olivia that it would pass.

Olivia had their own doubts about that, and early in the morning snuck off to the bathroom to inspect what had happened. It looked as though the prosthetics were still applied, though Olivia knew better. They had surely been removed the night before, so what remained was wholly and entirely their own body. They had curves with wider hips and a tucked waist. But most notably, they had breasts.

Now, they weren't a stranger to breasts, even on their own body after nearly a week of having fake rubbery tits glued on. These breasts were even fairly similar to the breasts they'd been toting around, with one fundamental difference: they were real. Olivia ran their fingers over the skin of their new breasts, long nails tracing over the tender skin, shivering and letting out a soft, sexual sigh. Goosebumps sprouted over the surface, and their nipples crinkled in response. Olivia bit their lip, looking at their reflection.

They needed a distraction. They grabbed a hairbrush, and started stroking out the tangles and knots that worked up in their hair over the last week, staring at their appearance. It even looked like their face had changed shape a little bit, giving a sleeker, more angular look. They batted their eyelashes, running long nails down their cheek. With their hair brushed out - now past their shoulders - they looked entirely feminine. The idea of Olivia being able to pass as a man seemed distant and strange, despite only a week ago that was the reality they lived in. Something fundamental had been changed, altered even, to make that life impossible.

Olivia sat down on the edge of the counter, crossing their legs in the process. It was just one piece of the womanhood training that Gabrielle and Elizabeth had provided over the last week. Under their tutelage, Olivia now acted in almost every way like a woman.

Part of those lessons had involved finding out what it was like to be pampered. Elizabeth had essentially kidnapped Olivia to the back on Friday, saying they needed to celebrate their last day of work together this week.

While the wig that had been washed, cut, and styled was now removed and stored away in the back of Olivia and Gabrielle's closet, the other changes weren't as easy to remove. Olivia now sported her own nails that were perfectly trimmed and painted. The process to get them painted had been interesting, as first fake nails had been glued to his fingers. Olivia was left blushing when they asked if the glue came with a remover, to which Elizabeth cheekily replied with a simple 'nope'. Then, a weird liquid was applied to the nails which built them up, which then cured under a UV light to make them hard. After being filed into points, they were then painted and cured again. Now, Olivia's nails were as hard as rocks, and as colorful as could be.

The long extensions took some getting used to. Door knobs were tricky, and it was nearly impossible to operate the touchscreen of the register at the salon on the behalf of the girls. In the end, it made Olivia feel more like a piece of decoration, showing off the skill of the salon to prospective customers. But, being honest with themselves, they couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful, rainbow design that adorned them, and once again stroked the long nails over their skin. As another shudder ran through their body, Olivia looked down at her pedicured toes.

It had been embarrassing, showing off their feet to Elizabeth given the fact that they were locked up in high heels that day. They waited in the back while Elizabeth ran to the front and asked Gabrielle for the key to the heels - in front of a customer! Olivia could hear all their chatting about the situation, before Elizabeth rushed back in and unlocked the shoes.

The cutting and filing of their toe nails, along with the smoothing of Olivia's feet felt relaxing and soothing, and for the first time in a week, Olivia was able to think about something other than their situation. Though, that changed when suddenly, something was wedged between their toes. Olivia took a peek, and saw that instead of the foam inserts that customers typically received to keep their toes separated, Elizabeth had elected instead to put her own bare toes between Olivia's. Suddenly, a bottle of nail polish was put in Olivia's hands, and as Elizabeth got to work on Olivia's toes, it became clear that she wanted them to return the favor.

It was awkward and messy, especially given the long nails that Olivia sported. But with slow and deliberate movements, Olivia was eventually able to make it through all ten of Elizabeth's toenails. They were painted in a simple, dusky gray color that matched Elizabeth's outfit. Elizabeth pulled away, smiling, revealing Olivia's rainbow toenails that matched their fingernails. They were perfectly painted, with not a single drop of polish wasted on skin. Olivia's job on Elizabeth's toenails hadn't been nearly as precise, though there hadn't been any complaints.

Back in the bathroom the next morning, Olivia forced herself to stop reliving the previous day. It was time to get going, Gabrielle would be up soon. Olivia slipped out of the bathroom and into the kitchen while Gabrielle still slept. Olivia spied something on the counter; their phone had been left out! It was a surprise, finding it there, but then they remembered what their girlfriend had said earlier in the week. The punishment would only be through the work week, so they were in the clear to check their phone.

It took a few attempts to hold the power button to boot the phone, and even more tries to input the password. Olivia found these long nails were infuriating, and the only way to operate the device was with their index finger and plenty of slow patience. Eventually, the messages, calls, and emails from the last week loaded in, and Olivia's heart sank.

They'd been fired from their job.

Apparently, their work didn't approve the time off in the end, and after a week of not showing up, they were let go. Olivia paced out of the room, eventually throwing the phone in frustration at the couch. How would they tell Gabrielle? What would Gabrielle think? A small part of Olivia's brain thought of this as Gabrielle's fault, but they dismissed it. That kind of thinking wouldn't solve anything.

As if on cue, Gabrielle walked into the kitchen. Olivia looked down at themselves, and gulped. They suddenly felt uncomfortable being this naked, especially after the bad news. Like a ninja, Olivia slipped upstairs, back into the bedroom. There was just one problem, Olivia realized, looking through the closet. They were out of clothes.

For a moment, Olivia looked back at the hamper tucked in the corner of the closet. It'd be so easy to wear something from earlier this week, their male consciousness urged them. But... it felt wrong, after all the training and lessons they'd been through this week to just throw away decency like that. So, a decision had to be made, and looking at Gabrielle's clothes, Olivia decided to do something special.

Gabrielle owned a set of party clothes. They rarely got worn - the pair didn't really go out all that often - so they were tucked in the back of the closet. Honestly, Olivia wasn't sure if their girlfriend even remembered they owned them, but Olivia knew about them. The sole time they had seen her wearing them, it left an impression on Olivia. Now, they wanted to leave an impression on Gabrielle.

It was a bit of a different outfit, started up with a tiny, folded up bundle of colorful clothing. Once shaken out, it was the right shape to be a bodysuit - complete with four limbs and a neck hole for entry - but it was roughly the size of a doll's body, not Olivia's grown human body. Still, Olivia had had her practice with nylons earlier in the week, and didn't underestimate their stretching power. Rolling it up - and repeating the process four times over, once for each limb - Olivia slowly slid on the sensually smooth garment onto their skin.

Skin that was also smooth, smoother than it had any right to be. Olivia pondered when they had last shaved, being careful to not let the distraction cause their nails to tear through the fine material. It had been at least a couple days, but they were still hairless. Strange, and concerning. Something to look into. For now, it felt... heavenly. Each individual curl of the tight weave of the colorful nylon grazed over their softer skin, sending shivers down their spine. They took a few steps around the room, feeling the tight article of clothing settle around their curves. It fit well, almost better than it had fit for Gabrielle. A concerning thought, but it felt too good to question things like that at the present.

The rest of the clothes were simple to put on, especially with how smooth Olivia's body had become with the bodysuit. A tight dress pulled over their head, and as it settled into place, the tight cinch in the waist gave Olivia a bit of an hourglass figure. Also, the black dress contrasted nicely with the bright color of the nylons, leaving only pale fingers and a head exposed from the dark materials. Olivia spied a pair of black heels in the back of the closet, and gulped. They were tall: taller than anything she had worn at several inches high. But they matched their outfit perfectly, so they put them on. It was hard, almost impossible, to fasten the clasps with their long nails but after minutes of persevering they finally made it.

Olivia looked into the mirror and gasped, their appearance breathtaking even for themselves. Fussing with their looks, they grabbed the hem of their dress and tugged it lower, frowning as it barely covered their rear and only caused their breasts to jiggle. Still, it was hot, which was exactly the look Olivia wanted to go for.

Quietly, Olivia creeped back downstairs to the kitchen. It was hard to be stealthy in heels, but after a week of exclusively wearing them, Olivia had learned a few tricks. They peered around the corner, watching Gabrielle make their morning tea.

Something was off, though. Gabrielle was checking around herself, acting suspicious. Then, she reached into the back of the cupboard and pulled out a small prescription bottle, and - after checking that the coast was clear again - dumped a large, unmeasured amount of the pills into the tea. Olivia walked into the room, pointing at the bottle.

"What's that?"

Gabrielle whirled about on her feet, hands shaking despite the large mugs of tea in them. Her jaw dropped as she took in Olivia's appearance, and as though her brain was rebooting she offered Olivia the tampered tea. Olivia took it, then set it down on the counter, grabbing the pill bottle from behind Gabrielle.

Estrogen. "For feminizing effects," the label said. Olivia could hear Gabrielle saying something, though the words were unclear and distant. They looked up at her, pain and betrayal plain in their eyes.

"'Why?" Olivia finally managed, interrupting whatever Gabrielle had been saying.

Gabrielle went quiet, looking at their partner. "I... I was so upset with you. Always pushing what you wanted on me, you didn't care how I felt about it or anything. I just... I just wanted to do the same to you."

"So you drugged me?!" Olivia choked back tears, exclaiming loudly.

"I... Yes. But... would you want it any other way? Aren't you happy like this?"

Olivia stared. It was unacceptable to have this happen, but Gabrielle was right. This week had been eye-opening. Still, something was wrong with this. "I can't answer that! My emotions have been a mess all week, I haven't been thinking clearly, and now I find out it's because you drugged me? How can I know what I want!"

Gabrielle started crying, sinking to the floor. Olivia just stared at her, also crying. For a long moment, the two people cried, their hearts breaking for different reasons. Eventually, Olivia pulled themselves together enough that they needed to leave, and they started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Gabrielle called out from between sobs. Olivia ignored her, walking faster, her gait turning into a run. Out the front door, across the sidewalk and down the road; Olivia was gone.

Their head raced with thoughts. Was this actually their life, their wishes? They'd been drugged every day for a week straight. Suddenly, all the changes to their body made sense: the inability to get mad, the sudden bouts of tears, the lack of body hair growing back, their long head hair... their tits. Olivia slowed down, feeling their chest bouncing - a painful reminder of what had happened. They'd forgotten to wear underwear in their excitement this morning, a time that felt far away and distant. Now, their nylon bodysuit was the only support their small budding B cup breasts had, and the stretchiness of the material meant that that support was not going to be sufficient.

Olivia looked around. This wasn't a great part of town, and they were dressed like they were ready to hit the club. With a gulp, they hurried up their pace, until the unthinkable happened.

One of the heels they were wearing broke. Olivia went tumbling down to the curb, scraping their shins and causing multiple runs in the legs and arms of the nylon bodysuit. Fortunately their dress ended up unscathed, for the sake of their decency, but it would be near impossible to make it home like this. Out of reflex and habit, Olivia checked where their pockets would be, only to find that not only did they not have any, but they hadn't even grabbed their phone when leaving. They were stranded, with no chance of getting a ride.

It only took a few limping steps to realize two things. One, Olivia had no clue which way to get home. And two, the heels, one broken and the other impractically tall, had to go. Back on the curb, Olivia was fumbling with the straps of their heels, fighting their impractical long nails with tears in their eyes and cursing even having them or letting anyone put them on them.

"Well, I hope you don't mean that, they are some of my best work."

Olivia started, panic rising in their body. They looked up, spying Elizabeth and breathing a sigh of relief. She got out of her car, standing next to Olivia. From their lower vantage point, Elizabeth looked so tall and powerful and hot and why was Olivia thinking these things? With a blush, they returned their attention to the heels.

"I don't," they finally replied, cheeks burning red. "I'm just... it's been a bad day."

Elizabeth knelt down, stroking Olivia's hair back before getting to work herself on the straps for the heels. Within seconds they were off, making the task look exceptionally easy despite her own talons.

"I can tell. Not often you find a girl crying on the side of the road looking like she lost a fight with a wolverine." She offered a hand, and Olivia accepted it, standing herself up. They quickly picked up the heels, turning back to Elizabeth.

"I don't look that bad, do I?"

"No, you don't look that bad." Elizabeth stuck her tongue out. "You look worse. Why don't I get you home, hmm?"

For a moment, panic rose up through Olivia. "I... can't go back home." Upon Elizabeth's strange look, Olivia knew they had to explain.

So they did.

For long minutes Olivia confessed what the last week had been, while Elizabeth listened patiently. Once they were done, they realized that at some point Elizabeth had guided them into the car, and was driving them around in a better part of town. They looked at Elizabeth, waiting for some kind of reaction.

"Well, I knew some of that already. Like that your name was Oliver, and that you weren't one hundred percent woman in some places. But Gab had made it sound like it was your choice. I guess she wasn't lying entirely, but..."

Olivia sighed, nodding. They opened their mouth to speak, but nothing came out. They were exhausted, and had already said a lot.

Elizabeth continued the conversation, fortunately. "I still think we ought to take you home - at the very least, get your phone and whatever you might need. You're welcome to stay the night at my place, or at a hotel or wherever you will feel safe." Elizabeth put her hand on Olivia's thigh, rubbing it softly. Their dress had ridden up a bit, but the bodystocking was at least providing some protection against trespassing. Still, Olivia didn't mind it. Elizabeth was feeling more and more like a safe and secure presence, so in the end Olivia just placed their hand on hers. If anything, Olivia kept Elizabeth's hand higher up on their thigh, feeling a strange warmth spreading through their body.

Olivia nodded. "I guess I don't really have any options. Thanks, by the way. I appreciate the help." Elizabeth just smiled and squeezed the soft flesh of Olivia's thigh while rubbing her thumb back and forth over the smooth material.

The duo pulled up in the driveway, and together made their way inside. The house was quiet, empty and deserted. In a way that was perfect, letting Olivia get what they needed. But they realized something in the silence of the car ride over. They needed to be safe, to be taken care of, and Elizabeth was providing that.

Olivia locked the door to the house, hugging Elizabeth tight. "Thank you," they whispered, looking up at Elizabeth. After wearing heels all week, they hadn't realized their androgynous coworker was taller than them, or so much stronger than them.

Elizabeth held Olivia close, her breath ragged. "We... should get your stuff," she replied. Picking up on Olivia’s subsequent smirk and blush, Elizabeth scooped Olivia up, bridal style, and marched up the stairs. "I couldn't help but notice how hot you were all week…" Her voice was low, like a growl. It felt possessive, and sent Olivia's spine tingling.

Once in the bedroom, Elizabeth gently set Olivia onto the bed, gesturing with a hand. "Now, all fours, facing the wall. I want to see that ass." Eagerly, they complied, waving their butt in the air as the dress rode up a little bit. A foreign hand cupped the soft curve, before giving it a quick, sharp spank.

Olivia cried out, clenching their fists - and their rear. They looked back at Elizabeth, jerking their head over their shoulder. Elizabeth reached for the zipper between Olivia's shoulder blades, giving it a tug - it didn't budge. With a frown, she tried again, and again to no avail. "It looks like it's stuck..." Olivia let out a frustrated whine, clenching their legs together. Before they could speak their frustration though, Elizabeth continued.

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

A massive ripping sound filled the air, and fresh cold air rushed forward to meet Olivia's ass. A pair of hands pulled aside the hem of their girlfriend's dress, exposing their bare skin. Olivia was left panting, the sudden roughness exciting in a way they had never felt before. Sure, they'd been rough in bed, but having never been on the receiving end they didn't know what to expect.

For a moment Elizabeth was quiet, save for some shuffled pacing around the back of the room. By the time Olivia worked up the nerve to look back over their shoulder - and brushed their long hair out of their face - they gasped when they saw what Elizabeth had found.

It was the modest box of sex toys Olivia and Gabrielle had collected over the years of knowing each other, and sitting right on top was the bondage equipment that had started this whole debacle. Olivia gulped, turning their head back forward; the gesture was a small, modest consent in their eyes. Elizabeth understood, and pulled out the straps. Securing them to the bed frame, it was simple work to strap down Olivia's ankles in a spread position.

Their movement was limited now, restricted to a wide sitting position or continuing their kneeling doggy style position. Elizabeth came around to their front, and leaned into Olivia's ear, whispering softly.

"Just say stop if anything you don't like starts happening, okay?"

Olivia nodded, and Elizabeth fastened the wrist cuffs in place, tethering them in place. They tested their bonds, finding they allowed mere inches of movement. There'd be no escape, but Olivia was sure they didn't want to anyway.

Elizabeth chuckled, moving back behind Olivia again. Olivia tried to turn their head, but their hair obscured their vision like a curtain. "What's so funny?"

Something long, firm, and narrow rested on Olivia's back. It stretched from the top of their ass crack to between their shoulder blades.

"Looks like your girlfriend was planning a surprise for you two. Don't worry, there's lube too."

Olivia's eyes widened, the word 'stop' on the tip of their tongue. But they couldn't bring themselves to say it, to stop what was going on. It was too exciting, and as much as it confused them, they wanted this. Once again, they nodded, gritting their teeth.

The sound of a squirt bottle broke the silence, and suddenly a cold gel was being rubbed on Olivia's hole. They clenched, but even that effort proved little resistance to a slender finger pushing its way in. Olivia blinked, a strange feeling in their crotch. It felt... surprisingly good, actually. They let out a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding, and lowered their head.

"The nice thing about this toy," Elizabeth muttered to herself, letting out a lewd groan, "is that it is double ended." Olivia blushed at the mental image of the scene behind them. Fit, short haired Elizabeth, the pinnacle of an androgynous looking woman, now sporting a hefty silicone phallus between her legs - the tip of which had found its way against Olivia's asshole, and Olivia let out a yearning whimper.

They wouldn't have to wait long to be satisfied. Despite Elizabeth's best efforts to go slowly, the lube made Olivia's hole greedy, practically sucking on the double ended dildo. After the first bit entered, though, the tip widened out. Suddenly, Olivia felt themselves being stretched. It was mildly uncomfortable, sure, but mostly it was just hot. It felt like their hole was inching wider and wider, with a continual feeling of being filled more and more despite there being no way for the toy to be that large. A pressure built up inside of their rear as the toy pushed deeper.

And then, it hit something. Olivia's eyes shot wide open as a surging wave of pleasure rippled through their body, frying nerve endings as it went. Only able to make a strangled groan, they tried to figure out what happened. The only problem was that it was happening over and over again, offering no reprieve for the effeminated man. As their prostate was gently massaged with the tip of the toy, their mind went blank.

But an even more surprising thing was happening. Despite the massive pleasure rushing through their body, Olivia was unable to get hard. A small facet of their mind realized this was probably another unfortunate effect of the hormones they'd been supplied, but what astonished them was that they were leaking. Each thrust of the dildo into their rear caused a small and delicate stream of fluids to emerge out of their soft cock. Rapidly, a small puddle was forming between their legs on the sheets.

Suddenly, the door closed behind the pair, and the fucking immediately ceased. Elizabeth turned to see the intruder without pulling out, causing the toy deep inside of Olivia to bend weirdly. Olivia let out a loud moan as their mind went blank, unable to even process the scene behind them.

Hushed whispers filled the air, before a figure appeared in front of Olivia. For their part, they tried to look at the figure, hair blocking their vision. Soft, familiar hands stroked aside the long strands and a sad, smiling face was revealed. Gabrielle. Silent, wordless panic filled Olivia, their eyes growing wide and tears starting to form.

"Shh, shh, I understand. It's okay," Gabrielle cooed, stroking Olivia's hair. "We've both made... questionable choices. I know I'm interrupting here, but... I couldn't watch any longer. It's just so hot, watching this. It's everything I dreamed of..."

Olivia glanced down Gabrielle's body, spying her hand deep inside her very soaked pants. It dawned on Olivia that even though it wasn't Gabrielle taking his anal virginity, it still happened.

Gabrielle returned the glance. There was her boyfriend - former boyfriend? girlyfriend? The role wasn't clear - getting railed in the ass while dressed like a girl. This was Gabrielle's fantasy, in a way, and it was turning her on.

For a second, Olivia felt anger at the person before them.

"I'm sorry," Gabrielle uttered, nearly under her breath.

With a shake of their head, Olivia looked fiercely into her eyes. "No. We'll discuss that later."

An awkward silence filled the air. No one moved, despite the sexual tension between the three of them. But then Elizabeth shifted position, and that wonderful blooming sensation of pleasure swamped Olivia's brain again.

"Fuck," they whispered to no one in particular. Perhaps it was partially directed at the situation, perhaps it was a request to Elizabeth, or perhaps it was an invitation to Gabrielle. When nothing happened, Olivia pushed their head up to look Gabrielle in the eyes, and waved their hand - as much as they could - to welcome Gabrielle on the bed.

She wasted no time stripping, despite the fact that her best friend and coworker was in the room as well. Within moments Gabrielle was naked, and sliding in at the head of the bed in front of Olivia. Olivia looked up and down, trying to decide what to do. Gabrielle similarly looked around, feeling awkward.

That all changed when Elizabeth, on a whim, thrust into Olivia's rear again. Elizabeth groaned as the toy bottomed out in her, Olivia squeaked in surprise as they were shoved forward into Gabrielle's lap, and Gabrielle gasped as Olivia's hot breath hit through her pubes. In an instant, all three knew their roles. Elizabeth kept a gentle rhythm going as she fucked Olivia, who couldn't help but squirt on the bed as they ate out their girlfriend.

The room was filled with the sounds of a creaking bed, and three sets of feminine moans and gasps. Both Elizabeth and Gabrielle finished at nearly the same time after a few minutes of their passionate love making. They didn't stop there, though. They continued to use their mutual lover, and Olivia kept dripping from the lusty addiction flowing through their veins.

After a few orgasms, the girls were done, ready to wrap things up. Olivia, however, still hadn't finished, but Elizabeth had a plan for that. Taking the toy out, Elizabeth sped up the pace at which she fucked Olivia with it. In and out, pressing that magical button repeatedly while Gabrielle stroked their long hair and held their face to her own sex. With a little repositioning, Gabrielle managed to slide her legs under Olivia's body, her feet positioned at the effeminate man's hips. With each thrust from Elizabeth, Olivia's needy cock would brush and drag against Gabrielle's toes, teasing and stimulating him further. Eventually, they couldn't hold it any long and they explosively finished, painting the bed and Gabrielle's feet a shimmering pearlescent coat.

A brief moment went by, as the trio's panting subsided and an awkward pause filled the air. Long moments passed, before Gabrielle and Elizabeth realized that Olivia had passed out, and was softly snoring between them. A little repositioning later, and all three were snuggled on the bed, albeit with Olivia still tied down. Within moments, all three were asleep.