For the short trip to the hairdressers, Kerri produced a long, black, kaftan style dress, in dark blue silk. It had long, loosish sleeves and reached down to the ankles, so it at least covered ninety five percent of the irremovable outfit. Martine was still not entirely convinced, however. She held out her gloved hands.

`What about these?' she demanded. `Isn't this hairdresser of yours going to think it a bit funny that your new girlfriend won't take her gloves off whilst she's having her hair done?'

`You leave Lois to me,' Kerri said. `She and I have been friends for years and she's a bit out of the ordinary, if you know what I mean?'

`Out of the ordinary?' Martine looked dubious. `In what way?'

Kerri shrugged. `All sorts of ways. For a start, she's totally bisexual, she goes to clubs where the dress code is somewhat extreme and she never turned a hair when I told her I was living with a transvestite boyfriend.'

`What?' Martine shrieked. `You told her about me? How could you?'

`She's my oldest friend, sweetheart,' Kerri said. `We tell each other everything.'

`Everything?' Martine eyed Kerri suspiciously. `Including all about this?' Kerri shook her head.

`No, not this,' she said. `At least, not about what the outfit is doing to you. I did say about buying a getup that you wouldn't be able to get out of for a few days.'

`Which she thought was hysterical, I'll bet!'

`Actually, no,' Kerry said. `She told me I ought to go careful with things like that.'

`Shame you didn't listen to her,' Martine snapped back. `It would have saved me an awful lot of trouble.'

`Look, I've already admitted I made a bad mistake,' Kerri said. `Now, will you shut up and help me make the best of things as they are? It's no use crying over spilt milk. Now, I've got you a coat, too.'

The coat, like the dress, was full length and the black leather, whilst not exactly the same fabric as that from which the original outfit had been made, blended well enough with the small amount of boots and gloves that remained visible.

`Ooh! Kinky leather lady,' Kerri exclaimed. `Shows nothing, promises all - ve-ery sexy!' Martine glared at her, but secretly, despite her predicament, she was pleased at the compliment. She studied herself in the hall mirror and nodded. Yes, it was sexy and it would undoubtedly turn heads, but it was far less outlandish than some of the clothes that could be seen in town, even on a Saturday afternoon.

`C'mon then,' she sighed. `Better get it over with.' Kerri passed her a small shoulderbag. `What's that for?'

`Personal bits,' Kerri explained. `Some makeup, tissues, money - I transferred what was left in your wallet on the dressing table just now - and, well you know, just in case. I mean, we don't know how realistic this body change might turn out to be and if it is ... well, it could catch you out any time.' Martine looked at her, horrified.

`You don't mean - ?' she began, but somehow couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. Kerri nodded, solemnly.

`Tampons,' she confirmed. `Better to be safe than sorry and it's no good you going all coy about it. Those of us who were born female have had to put up with such lovely things for a long time, so you'd better resign yourself to the worst scenario.'

The walk to the hairdressers took less than ten minutes, but it was one of the longest ten minutes of Martine's entire life. She was convinced that everyone they passed was looking at her and, indeed, several men did give her more than a passing glance.

`Perverts,' she muttered, not quite under her breath. `Just 'cause a girl wears leather, it doesn't mean she's kinky.'

`Not always,' Kerri agreed. `But I know a few it would apply to. Listen, just loosen up a bit. You always used to enjoy dressing up and posing about, especially indoors and now you can do it, quite legitimately, at least for a day or so. Just enjoy it - enjoy yourself, even.'

`What, enjoy being leered at by a bunch of men who've got just one thing on their minds?'

`You mean you never used to ogle girls in the street?' Kerri challenged. `Be fair now.' Martine sighed.

`It's hardly the same thing, is it?' she whined. `I was a bloke, ogling girls; that's perfectly natural. And for all my body might have changed, I reckon it's still perfectly okay for me to fancy girls now.' Kerri grinned.

`You just hold that thought, beautiful,' she said and stopped to open the door to the salon.

Lois was a small, dark-haired girl in her mid-twenties, the black dyed hair framing an elfin face above a body which, whilst not overly tall, was perfectly proportioned and Martine could not help but notice how her generously curved hips and buttocks filled the tight leather trousers which she wore beneath a green, open-necked satin blouse. And from the way her breasts bounced when she moved, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath.

She ushered the pair of them into the separate rear salon and pulled the heavy velvet curtain which separated this area from the front, where two other stylists were still finishing off late customers. Martine hesitated, but eventually started unbuttoning the coat. Lois regarded Kerri, quizzically.

`Is this - ?' she began, but seemed unsure whether she could go further. Kerri understood and nodded.

`Yes, this is Martine,' she said. Lois's eyes rotated, dramatically.

`Bloody Norah,' she breathed. `You'd never know, would you?' She smiled encouragingly at Martine, who scowled back at her. Kerri quickly intervened.

`I think I owe you an explanation,' she said. `Things haven't quite worked out as planned. You see, when I said that this is Martine, that's exactly what I meant - not Marty, playing at being Martine, if you get my drift?' Lois looked blank for a few seconds and then appeared to catch on.

`Oh, I see,' she said. `You mean the thing with Marty was a non-starter and this is somebody else called Martine - a real female?' Kerri shook her head.

`Not exactly,' she began. `In fact, not at all.' Slowly, she explained the sequence of events, leaving nothing out and checking with Martine for any detail over which she was not totally clear. As she spoke, Lois's eyes grew rounder and larger, until they totally dominated her ashen face.

`Fuck me sideways!' she exclaimed, when Kerri finally finished speaking. `Excuse my French, but it's a bit hard to believe. Are you sure this isn't some elaborate wind-up? I mean, it's not April first or anything, is it?'

`I wish it was,' Martine replied, bitterly. `But unfortunately, it's all true - every pigging word of it.' There was a silence between the three of them, which Lois was the first to break.

`Well, whatever you are,' she said, `you still need a decent hairdo. Kerri hear still seems to think she's at home with her siblings. She shouldn't be let out with sharp implements - at least, not if she intends putting them anywhere near people's hair!

`Look, you just come and sit down, Martine. Kerri, you go through to the little kitchenette and get some coffee going. I thought I'd had a hard day, but this poor bitch has had the hard day to end them all!'

Lois worked methodically and unhurriedly, building expertly on Kerri's original tidying operation, until gradually, Martine's new style began to take shape. Her hair was now well past her shoulders, very thick and even more pale than it had been when the two girls had left the flat.

`It's like it's got a life of its own,' Lois said, awed. `I mean, I've cut, layered and shaped it and it's staying in the shape I've created, but it's grown at least an inch since you got in here and I'd swear you're going blonder by the minute.'

`I am,' Martine confirmed, staring at her reflection. `Any fairer and my hair will be white.'

`I just wish I had hair like this,' Lois said. `Though I wonder how much longer it's going to grow?' Kerri, who had reappeared with the second round of coffees, explained their theory that the hair would grow to whatever length the outfit had decided.

`But you don't know how long that is?' Lois prompted. She stifled a giggle. `Maybe you'll end up like Lady Godiva,' she suggested. Martine sniffed.

`Not that I'll have much to cover up,' she said. `The bloody outfit keeps just about everything out of sight.' Lois flicked at the end of the long page bob she had created and replaced her scissors on the worktop.

`Well, that's all I can do for now,' she concluded. `Though I suggest we have our coffee and see what happens.' She reached for her cup. `Meantime,' she said, `how about letting me get a look at this notorious costume, or whatever you call it? I must admit, I'm intrigued.'

Martine was reluctant to remove the kaftan dress, but Kerri and Lois were unrelenting. Finally, rather than listen to any further nagging, she stood up and allowed Kerri to unzip her. As the silky fabric slid to the floor, Lois let out a low whistle.

`Wow!' she exclaimed. `That really is some outfit. Grief, I wish I had the legs for something like that. And just look at those heels and the length of those boots!'

`I don't need to look,' Martine replied, sullenly. Lois nodded.

`Yeah, sorry,' she said. `It's just you look, well, you look so gorgeous. It hardly seems fair, if you ask me. Oh, damn!' she added and turned to put her cup down again.

`What's the matter?' Martine asked. Lois smiled and guided her back to the chair.

`Nothing,' she said. `I've just missed a bit at the very back. It wasn't obvious whilst you were sitting, but now you've stood up, I can see a way to make it look a lot better. Sit yourself down a mo' and I'll sort it.'

`What about my dress?' Martine protested, looking back at the pool of silk in the middle of the floor. `What if someone comes in?'

`They won't,' Lois promised. `The last of the girls left ten minutes ago, so there's just the three of us here now.' Somewhat mollified, Martine allowed herself to be seated again and Lois snipped away for several more seconds.

`Drat!' the little hairdresser cursed. `These scissors are starting to go blunt. Just hang on there a minute and I'll get something a bit better.' If Martine had been a little more alert, she might have seen the wink that Lois gave to Kerri, but as it was, becoming slightly bored with the amount of time this was all taking, she simply relaxed back in the heavy chair and closed her eyes.

Which meant that by the time the straps had been snaked about her wrists and buckled to the heavy leather padded arms of the seat, it was too late for her to do anything by way of resistance.

Hey!' she yelled, struggling to free her wrists. `What stupid game are you two playing at now. Let me go, you silly bitches!' But, far from releasing Martine's wrists, the two girls added a second pair of straps, this time just below the elbow and then Lois wound a fifth, far longer strap about Martine's chest, pinning her even more firmly to the chair.

`What do you think you're doing?' Martine wailed. The two girls exchanged looks and smiled.

`You, basically,' Kerri said. `Nothing nasty, I promise, but I think it's about time you learned a valuable lesson about being a girl. Get her panties off, Lois,' she instructed. `And don't you try kicking, Martine, or else I'll strap you over that coffee table and use one of these belts on your backside!'

Moments later, the panties were gone and the girls were using yet two more belts to fasten Martine's ankles to the front legs of the chair. By the time they had finished, she could no longer close her legs together and was only too well aware of how exposed her new sex was between her parted thighs.

`What do you think?' Kerri asked, gently probing at Martine's slit with one finger. Lois stared down, appreciatively.

`Looks delicious,' she said, quietly. `Are you sure?' she added. Kerri grinned.

`Be my guest,' she invited. Suddenly realising what was about to happen, Martine renewed her struggles, but it was all to no avail. The straps held firm and there was no way she was going to break free unaided.

`Please, no!' she wailed, but Kerri remained unmoved, as Lois knelt down, her face between Martine's open knees.

`Earlier, all you were concerned about was not being able to come like a man,' Kerri said. `Well, like I said, you shouldn't knock a thing until you've tried it, so now you get to try it.'

`But why her?' Martine pleaded. `I mean, at least you and I - '

`You and I were lovers, yes,' Kerri agreed. `And I still love you now, but that's the point. If I were to be the first to show you, all you'd do is shut your eyes and think of how it used to be. So, I'm going to let myself out the front door and go get some cigarettes and Lois is going to give you the time of your pretty little life.' And with that, Kerri was gone, the heavy curtain falling back into place behind her. Dimly, Martine heard the click of the outer door opening and closing. She stared down at the dark haired hairdresser, who was gazing avidly at her intended target.

`Please, no,' she begged again. `You couldn't be so horrible.' Lois grinned, impishly.

`Oh, it's not being horrible,' she whispered. Her right hand snaked out, sliding up the top of Martine's left thigh and Martine felt a cool finger probing the tight opening. Lois let out a low, heavy sigh. `God, it's virgin,' she said, her eyes bright with anticipation. `Oh, my pretty darling, that's wonderful.'

The finger probed deeper and made a contact that made Martine think an electric current had been passed through her body. She stiffened, back arching, toes jerking straight out inside the confinement of the towering boots. She felt the warmth of Lois's cheeks, pressing into the soft flesh at the tops of her thighs, the heat of her breath close to her destination.

`Relax, my little virgin poppet,' Martine heard her say, her voice sounding as though it was coming from a distant galaxy. `You just lay back and learn exactly how good it can be to be a girl.'

And, as her lips closed in and her tongue darted out, her helpless victim gave a little shriek that was at once despair, anticipation and urgency.

A few seconds later, the moans and shrieks, interwoven between gasps and incoherent mumblings, bore testimony to the fact that Lois was highly skilled in arts other than those which required scissors and combs ...

`That was unfair of you - unfair of you both,' Martine complained. They had returned to the flat by taxi, for Martine's legs had continued to tremble, long after they had released her from Lois's chair. `You had that all planned before we even left here, I'll bet!'

`Not in precise detail,' Kerri said. She smiled and reached out a hand to stroke Martine's long hair, which had grown another two inches in the last hour. `But Lois agreed with me after, it was what you probably needed.'

`What?' Martine exclaimed. `Being strapped to a chair and having a total stranger ... do - do that to me?' she finished, somewhat lamely. `I felt humiliated.'

`Oh, did you?' Kerri retorted, grinning. `Is that why you were writhing and groaning all over the place when I came back with the fags? Silly old me - and I thought it was because you were enjoying it.' Martine felt her face starting to burn up.

`That was hardly my fault,' she muttered, defensively. `I wasn't in any sort of position to resist.' Kerri reached out and drew her towards her, until their breasts were touching and their faces only inches apart. Her hand slid downwards, pressing the folds of thin silk back between the tops of Martine's thighs.

`And how about now?' she whispered, her eyes fixing Martine's in an unwavering stare, her tongue flicking between her lips. `How about now?' she repeated, her fingers pressing, probing. `Do you want to resist now, or would you like me to do what Lois did?'

Martine let out a little groan and shuddered, as she felt the hot pulses beginning to build deep inside her once more. She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but she knew that any words would have been lies. Kerri suddenly withdrew her hand and stepped back, her eyes twinkling.

`Get yourself into the bedroom, my little lesbian slut,' she said, though her voice was kindly. `Get out of that dress and those knickers and I'll be right in. We've still got an hour before we need to get ready and I can think of a dozen ways to pass that time.

`I expect you can, too,' she added, as a bewildered and mesmerised Martine turned and began walking slowly towards the door leading to the bedroom ...