The first clothes I tried that weren’t for men were my girlfriend’s. I started with her blouses and lingerie like body stockings, panties, and bras. It turned me on enormously, and it wasn’t long before I was buying for myself, including self-fitting stockings, g-string panties, and bras. Then I jumped into her dresses.

Over time, I’ve tried to put it on the shelf and forget this side of me, but it keeps coming back. So a year ago, I found a way to meet others on a dating site. I wrote back and forth with different people, but one morning when I logged on, there was a letter from a man who caught my interest. He told me that he liked my pictures and profile and thought it could be even better if he could help a little with it. I replied that I’d be interested in that and we continued to exchange messages. We made some changes to the text so that I could better capture his interest.

Eventually he commented on my pictures, suggesting that I make them better, and we agreed to meet so that he could see me and I him before we started. We met at a café on a warm spring day, so I wore shorts and a polo. He said I should wear a thong underneath, or just my normal men’s clothes. We said hello and talked a lot and enjoyed each other’s company. He told me his name was Peter and he was in his late 60s, so about 12 years older than me, but it didn’t show. He kept himself handsome.

He made a joke about how my legs looked with hair like that and how it would show through nylon stockings. Why don’t we get rid of them together? I laughed and asked where we could do it, just like that and without an appointment. I followed him through the streets of Copenhagen. He stopped suddenly and said, “Here, there’s a small beauty clinic that offers hair removal.” We went in together and out came a young girl in her mid-20s who asked what she could help with. Peter said, “This girl needs all the hair on her legs removed, and if you have time, the rest too. I’ll show you the way.” I blushed a little, not knowing what to do. She led us to the back and asked me to take off my shorts. She looked at me in my thong.

You lie on the couch, and then she applies hot wax to a piece of my leg. I remember thinking how I jumped and screamed when she pulled them off. I felt like she was pulling the skin off, but Peter told me to keep quiet or he would take care of it. Peter said I should take off my panties and spread my buttocks so that I would be fine there, and so she continued to follow his instructions. “Spread your legs, girl, and then I got all slippery over my little cock.” I took off my blouse, and then I removed the few hairs around my nipples, and again the whole back. So, now she’s nice, I heard Peter say to her. And it was nice and smooth. I was told to get dressed again, and when I came out into the waiting area, I saw him paying. Come on, he said, your legs are finally nice and smooth, as they should be from now on. He gave me a card from the counter and said I had to make another appointment. She knew where and how he wanted it done. It was strange with my legs exposed, the air felt different and cooler on this warm spring day.

We headed towards the Central Station and hailed a taxi. Once we got there, Peter told the driver to wait a moment and then looked at me. I know a couple of girls who work there, and I’m sure they’ll be able to help us with the last thing. I looked a little confused, but I went along with his reasoning. When we arrived, he paid the driver and said, “Come on.” We walked through the center, and he led me to a hairdresser’s, but it also had a nail salon. He talked to one of the girls, a cute Asian girl who nodded and showed me over. Then she started filing and brushing my nails, putting something on and attaching a nail, continuing one finger at a time, and then they were brushed again, and then painted in a deep red color. I sat and got all weird and looked around, but she and Peter just sat and talked about old times and everything else.

When they were done, she asked me to come over to the hairdressing department. “Come here and try it,” she said, and told me to sit down. Then she brought me a dark wig with really nice hair. She put it on my head and straightened it, put a little hairspray in, and the hair looked great. I wanted to take it off again, but Peter looked at me and said I should keep it on. We’re not going that far, honey. And you have to sit still. Then she put on a little makeup with mascara, foundation, lipstick, etc. But she took a good look at me. So, now it looks good, she said. He paid, and now I had to sneak through the mall, which was good because there weren’t many customers around. We walked around and down a corridor with lots of clothing stores until we reached Orion.

He went in and greeted the two girls, saying that as agreed, they had to help us. Then I was sent to a fitting room and told to throw the clothes in the bag on the chair. I stood looking at the figure in the mirror, trying to recognize myself and wondering how it had come to this. The curtain was pulled back, and a girl in a short dress and stilettos came over and handed me a huge pile. She whispered, “Hurry up, or I know what’s waiting for you.” I looked at her and started taking off my clothes, piece by piece, putting them in the bag. When I was naked, she grabbed the bag and said, “Get going, girl.” I started with the lingerie and quietly made my way through it.

I could see that every bra was a D or E cup, and as I got further down, there were two silicone breasts in a box. I kept the last set on and got the breasts nicely in the bra, using the glue so they didn’t jump out. Then it was on to the dresses, lots of very long ones and others that were super short. I found a long, dark greenish dress with some black patterning and kept it on. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror when she came back and put one on—long patent leather boots with 10-12 cm heels and very naughty. I turned around and thought it would be okay, but she looked at me for a moment and left.

I came back, lifted my dress, and pulled down my panties. I started to fit a pink chastity on my smooth girl dick. This makes it so it doesn’t stick out and can’t be seen when you wear a dress. I was looking at myself in the mirror when she asked me to turn around, lifted the back of the dress, and felt something cold and hard, then she inserted a medium plug into me. It felt pretty good. Peter came over to the fitting room, looked at me, told me to turn around, and briefly discussed something with the girls, who came with a shoulder bag and a long patent coat in red. One of them said there was lipstick and other makeup and perfume in it, as well as my wallet and keys. I felt pretty good in the red coat, but Peter seemed happy with it. He thanked the girls and said he’d come by to pay the bill. He looked at me and asked me to follow. As we walked, he told me that as his “whore slut,” I had something to pay off now.

We flagged down a cab and Peter opened the back door for me. He said, “Get in, Bettina,” which was the first time he’d used my maiden name in public. He got in next to me and gave the driver an address. The driver looked at something in the rearview mirror. My open coat made it easy for Peter to sit and fondle my inner thighs, and I could feel the plug pressing well up inside me. We kept going like this as we turned down a residential road after about 10–12 minutes of driving. Peter paid the driver and helped me out of the taxi. He took my hand and we walked up to the villa together. Peter unlocked the door, helped me with my coat, and we went into the living room together. “Sit down, Bettina.” Then Peter told me that from today on, I was his whore. I had to earn my own money and help out around the house and wherever else I was needed. I was about to protest when he leaned forward and kissed me deeply and deliciously, so our tongues ended up twisting together and we touched each other beautifully.

When we finally broke the kiss, Peter said, “Slut, get on your knees,” and then he unzipped his pants. I knew it was time to give Peter a blowjob. It tasted great, and I enjoyed it. It was a nice thick cock, probably about 17-18 cm long. I played with the head of the cock with my tongue, found the little female, and then I took it as deep as I could again. Peter pulled me up, turned me around, pulled up my long dress, and told me to bend over the dining table. He pulled out the plug and put his cock against the hole and pressed himself inside me. I moaned loudly and shook all over when I remembered that he wasn’t wearing a condom and wanted to pull me out, but Peter held me firmly, patted my ass hard several times, and said authoritatively that I was his girl, and he took me forward without a condom.

I could feel my balls getting hot from his strokes. I thought I probably didn’t have much to say, so I bent over the table so I could enjoy his delicious cock in me. Peter grabbed my hips and controlled me well and thoroughly. I could hear that he was about to come, and then he thrust deep into me. But he moaned his orgasm out into the living room. We stood for a moment, then he pulled his cock out and kissed me again, deeply and deliciously. He said thank you, so quietly, then I put the plug back in place so you are ready for later.