6. I'm A Slave 4 U
We were both still a little sticky from the sweat and cum of our hot, passionate sex together, so Britney led me through to the massive en-suite bathroom that led through from her bedroom. The bathroom was decorated with the same height of expense and taste as the rest of Britney's suite and the huge shower was easily big enough to fit the two of us beneath it and I very much enjoyed the closeness of Britney's hot, naked body as the warm water ran over the two of us, cleansing and freshening us up again. In fact, the closeness of Britney's pert, sexy body would almost certainly have stirred up further arousal and erection in me were it not for two things. For one, I had already came over her three times this evening and that, to a certain extent, took a little bit out of my ability to become quite so easily excited again. The second reason was that my head was swimming with more nerves than I'd had when I'd first broken into Britney's hotel suite and hidden to try and see her naked.
So much had happened since then. I'd discovered that the world's most beautiful woman was not, in fact, all woman and now she had suggested to me that I might like to try to become a bit like her, to get a window on the world as it is seen and felt by a woman. That was what was causing my stomach to churn with conflicting feeling. On the one hand, I did find myself filled with a desire to have Britney transform me, even temporarily, into a woman, but on the other I felt ashamed to even be thinking about this let alone wanting it so much. The whole thing was more than a little embarrassing for me but I decided to place myself entirely in Britney's hands, she knew what she was doing when it came to this and I'd do anything for her. Still, there was a part of me that hoped Britney would just forget her suggestion, she hadn't mentioned it again as we had showered and I thought perhaps she would decide that it was too odd and not want to go through with it. Another part of me was dying to have her bring it up again and it probably won't surprise you to know that this was the part that was to be satisfied and excited.
"You won't be able to make a very convincing woman with all that body hair," Britney told me, "That'll have to go, I'm afraid."
Like all good hotels, we supplied all kinds of toiletries and things that guests might need or have forgotten, and, in the case of stars like Britney, lots of other free stuff as well. Anyway, in amongst these things, Britney had pulled out a woman's razor and now proceeded, while the shower was still running, to shave my body of all its hair. Now, I've never been a particularly hairy kind of guy but it still took a while for Britney to take off every hair on my body from the neck down. I won't bore you with the details of this process, suffice to say, a while later, as the warm shower washed away the last of my body hair down the drain, I felt like a new man, or rather part way to becoming a new woman. I was already becoming increasingly keen on this transformation. I was loving the smooth, slinky, feminine feel of my hairless body as I stepped out of the flowing water of the shower and Britney wrapped me in a thick, plush white towel.
"Now then," Britney said as we, both wearing just towels to cover our smooth dripping bodies, padded back into the bedroom, "We need to pick you out something to wear."
As you might expect from a star like her, Britney had brought quite a lot of luggage with her. There was a bag in the wardrobe beside where I had concealed myself earlier and the suitcase I had rifled through that had been on the bed and was now upturned on the floor having been swept away in a moment of passion between us. This suitcase, as I had already seen, contained most of Britney's casual, not especially sexy, day to day wear, T-shirts, sweatpants, that kind of thing. Out in the main living area of her suite, however, there were a couple of other large cases that I had not yet seen the contents of. It was to these that we now went, still wrapped in fluffy white towels.
"These are where I keep all my sexier outfits," Britney said to me, indicating these cases, "All the clothes that I wear if I need something quickly to go out to a bar or a club or if I have to make some public appearance or promotional stuff and I don't have a stylist, it helps to have all these sexy clothes."
Britney opened the nearest case and, sure enough, it was filled with all the clothes that I had hoped to find on opening the case on her bed, tight little mini-skirts and revealing tops. Britney began to throw some of the clothes from this case until the floor was covered with a collage of some of the sexiest clothing you have ever seen. Some of it I recognised from Britney's various public appearances, but some of it was stuff that I had never seen before.
"What would my sexy little girlfriend like to wear?" Britney asked smiling, as she opened a second case to reveal a great array of wigs, mostly blonde but some black and red, of different lengths and styles.
I looked over the clothes strewn across the floor, my eyes assaulted by all the styles and colours available to a woman, particularly one of wealth and fame like Britney. I was like a kid in a candy store, completely incapable of narrowing down all the feminine fashions I was drooling over to one single outfit choice. My eyes were finding themselves drawn more and more to a tiny little cream coloured suede mini-skirt that I seemed to recall Britney wearing on a TV show two or three years earlier along with matching boots and a sky-blue vest top. It was just the kind of the skirt that I loved to see women in, I loved to see there long legs exposed, I loved to think of what little it would take to lift up that skirt and see the joys beneath. However, even though I would have loved to see it on Britney, I balked a little at wearing something so tight, short and revealing myself. After all, I had never even thought about dressing as a woman until today, I didn't think that I was confident enough in my femininity to wear something like that. Instead, I picked up a pair of denim capri pants that, although tight and feminine in their cut, were at least closer to my normal attire than wearing a skirt.
Britney saw what I was holding up and shook her head with that naughty smile on her face once more. "Oh no," she said, "Wouldn't you much rather wear a little skirt. It's much more appropriate for your first girlie experience." She walked over to the pile of clothes and picked out the exact cream coloured mini that I had been after, "This is much more you, I think, you don't want to cover up those lovely, sexy legs. Any woman would die for those legs, and they'll send any man crazy in a skirt like this" she said, holding it out to me.
I couldn't deny that she was right, I decided to conquer my nerves and wear it, searching through the clothes pile until I found the sky-blue vest top that I remembered her wearing with the skirt on TV. The case with the wig contained all of Britney's shoes and I looked through them too until I could find what I was after, a pair of knee high suede boots in the same cream colour that matched the skirt.
Britney looked approvingly at the outfit that I had just picked out, "That'll look great on you honey," she said with a smile, "Now all you need to wear with it is some really sexy underwear. You never know when you're a hot girl like you just when some guy's gonna want to see under your skirt so you need to be prepared with the hottest panties. I think I've got just the thing for you."
As she was saying this, Britney hurried into the bedroom next door and emerged, a little later, now dressed, if you can call it dressed, in some very sexy lingerie, a white silk night-dress that was so thin that it left nothing to the imagination. The lines and curves of her body were perfectly visible beneath it, as was the curve of her pert breasts and her nipples. Beneath this thin material, all she wore was a matching pair of white panties in order to cover up the one part of her that wasn't a totally perfect example of femininity. In her hands, she was carrying, to my surprise and pleasure, the red lace panties of hers that I had been sniffing when first she saw me in her wardrobe, and a matching red lace bra. Those panties represented the start of this wonderful night with the pop princess and nothing would turn me on more right now than wearing them. After all, I had always wanted to get into Britney's panties, this wasn't necessarily the way that I had meant it, but it was certainly an exciting and arousing new development.
I slipped the red lace panties up my smooth, shaved legs until my cock and arse were encased in their sensual feeling delight. I'd never got this kind of feeling wearing guy's underwear, Britney's panties made me feel sexy and aroused, even just putting them on was provoking a little stirring in my groin. I didn't really know what to do with the bra; I'd had plenty of experience taking them off but not so much when it came to putting them on. Britney, however, helped me into it and filled out the cups with tissue from the bathroom, expanding my flat chest to impressive, round Britney breasts.
I wanted to look in the mirror to see how if I looked anything like as sexy as Britney's underwear was making me feel, but as I turned to do so Britney stopped me, telling me the surprise and pleasure would be much greater if I didn't admire myself until the transformation was complete. I agreed to this, but I couldn't help but look down at my smooth, sexy body in the red lace lingerie and see how feminine and sexy it looked.
Next, I slipped the blue vest top over my head and then slid the tight suede skirt up my thighs. Fortunately, I'm not a tall guy and very slight of build, but still the couple of inches I had on Britney meant that the clothes, normally tight and revealing even on Britney, were even more so on me. I loved the feel that I got from wearing the tiny skirt, showing off my long sexy legs, my cock and arse in just red lace panties feeling excitingly exposed.
My feet were probably not much bigger than Britney's, anyway I fitted into her cream coloured suede boots without too much effort on my part and they weren't tight or constricting. A problem came when I stood up after having put the boots on, I was unused to heels and even though these were not that high, only about three inches, as soon as I took a step, I could feel myself falling. I tripped forwards and for a moment felt a rush of panic that I would hit my head on the floor and that when the paramedics came they would find me dressed like this and all would be revealed. Fortunately, it never had to come to that as I found myself falling into the arms of my gorgeous lover.
As my stuffed red bra pressed against Britney's breasts, I looked up into her beautiful face. She smiled down at me and laughed at my misfortune,
