My first ‘forced’ transformation

So I found myself moving to a new area for work, away from all my family and friends (both kinky and vanilla). I needed to find a new Mistress to help relax me and be able to give control of myself over to her. So it was that I found a new Mistress up in the North East, near Hartlepool, Mistress Daniella.

We corresponded a bit letting each other know our kink likes dislikes, what I was looking for etc and it was during this that she mentioned Transformation, I was intrigued as I had had feelings in this area but never really got experience properly

So it was that I found myself knocking on the door of an ordinary looking detached house in an ordinary residential street on the outskirts of Hartlepool. I was ushered inside and sat in a non descript small room with a couple of chairs whereupon Mistress and I chatted for a bit as this was our first meet and wanted to check on the arrangements we had discussed. I stripped off and Mistress walked round me looking me up and down and sizing me up.

I was led off into the transformation suite where I was given some lovely black knickers to put on that fitted perfectly, sat down on a stool where Mistress began to dress me. Black lacy basque with suspenders, some lovely black stockings which she adeptly attached to the suspenders, having shown me the schoolgirl error of not putting suspenders under the knickers. She then began to do some make up, nothing special just a nice foundation, some eyeshadow, mascara and of course bright red lippy, before she selected a pair of strappy 4 inch heels for me. Then the surprising thing, as I stood we both expected me to topple over, having never worn heels before, but it felt so natural, and I walked in them with ease. Together we chose a nice short black mini skirt and white top for me to wear, then looking in the mirror I was amazed I loved this look and it felt so natural and the right thing for me to be wearing.

Mistress led me into another room whereupon I was made to walk up and down, sashaying my hips and looking every bit the tart I knew secretly I was. With every walk I was gaining in confidence and ability to walk properly being more sassy with it each time. I knew then this was me I had to wear these type of clothes all the time.

So it was over several meeting that my confidence and ability to do my own dressing/make up improved along with my ability to walk naturally in heels without wobbles. Now I just needed to the confidence to go out, as a woman, in public.