Vicky Part 1

"You came back. I'm very impressed," she said as she walked up to me.

I trembled slightly as she walked around me, inspecting every inch of my body.

"I had some doubts as to whether you would come back, but we couldn't stop the whole club for this." She said as she gently touched my back, stomach, and legs.

She faced me.

"But before we go any further, my name is Lindsey. And you have to tell me why you want to be here," she said as she looked me dead in the eye.

"I..." the words stopped. Why did I want to be here?

The whole room tensed. Would I bolt again? Would I say the right thing? What if I said the wrong thing? But I had to press on, I couldn't stop now.

"I want to know...if what you told me is true," I said in a rush.

Lindsey smiled again, more warmly this time.

"That's good enough for me. Ladies, shall we?" she said.

I was led to a chair, but as I crossed the room, hands pulled at my clothes. My shirt was torn away and was gone. Someone worked my pants off, my shoes disappeared. By the time I sat down I was naked, and very conscious of the fact.

"First we need to get rid of all that hair," I heard Lindsey say from behind me.

The chair suddenly reclined and a foot rest extended out. Hands covered my body. I felt something being poured all over me and being spread around. It tingled, and I heard many giggles as a hand worked the strange substance between my legs and up onto my balls.

"Make no doubt about it Vicky, you're undergoing a transformation right now. By the time this night is up, you'll have gone from a confused man to a confident girl. Or as close to it as you can," Lindsey said as the hands rubbed my body.

"But, I like girls. I'm not into guys at all," I said, feeling oddly comfortable.

"Well, more specifically, you like girls with cocks. But that doesn't matter."

Then the hands were gone, and I was oddly disappointed.