Bob and Carol and Gemma and Alice?

Then I lay on the bed and carefully stuck my breast-forms in place. The previous occasion I had only slipped them into my bra but this time I wanted them to be secure, and more than that, carefully made-up to hide the edges. I did the make-up while I was waiting for Carol. Gemma was better at the facial cosmetics but I really had got the task of covering the seams round my 'breasts' down to a fine art. It was just very thin careful 'plastering' really! Carol was amazed at the sight when she did come into the bedroom a few minutes later.

"Wow, Alan, they look so good. I can't see the join. It's a good thing Bob isn't here to see this at the moment. OK, get your bra on."
After I'd done this I turned - to see Carol holding out a black satin 'bustier' - some sort of waist corset which was designed to hold me inwards in the right places.

"Er - Carol, I don't really need that do I?"

"You wait, Alan. You haven't seen the dress we've got for you yet."

So I stepped into the bustier and pulled it up, round my waist, it reached up to just below my 'tits'. And then Carol, from behind me, pulled the cords really tight - and nearly cut me in half. I grunted in surprise and exhaled at which point Carol pushed me in the back with one hand and pulled even tighter with the other. This time I did cry out.

"Alan, don't worry, you need to do this. You need a tiny waist to look your best, believe me."

I slowly recovered and began to breathe again, then I could speak.

"Streuth Carol, is this really necessary?"

"It is if you are going to fit into a size 10"

"A 10? Why on earth did you buy me a size 10. I'm a 14 really, though I can just about get into Gemma's size 12 stuff sometimes. Why?"

"Because we had to get it, Alan, and it was in a sale, and the shop only had this size available in black, this or a 16. You just have to have a little black dress, every woman does, and you are going to look so good, believe me."