The skirt barely covered my ass and the shirt needed tying under my padded cleavage showing my flat stomach. I had never worn heels before and swayed...slightly at the bottom of my long slim legs."What did you expect girl. You are not a real girl so you do not get a real girls uniform. I know your type, you are a slut so you must dress like one and be treated like one"I felt so excited and sweating slightly feeling my dick get erect. "Part your legs and touch your toes, now"I did so and the. Probably because I had expected my strange physicalsituation to be both brief and temporary.However, now there was a gnawing thought hovering at the back of mymind whispering warnings that the longer I remained stuck where I was,the less I would react like the seasoned cop I was and more like theyoung schoolgirl I inhabited.After several long minutes, I managed to compose myself enough toreach out, turn the knob, and open the door. It swung open easily,making almost no sound. The cavernous room. It was an advertisement for trained masseuses who could work for a few hours each week. She thought she might as well apply since that was at least something she could do.Massage was one of the skills that she had most enjoyed learning when she was at college, although she had rarely had occasion to use it in clinical practice, and it was no longer part of physiotherapy training. She was wearing her usual pair of well-worn jeans and a faded tee-shirt so, knowing the importance of first. Emma screamed at Caroline to let her go, but she laughed, as Emma felt another strap being placed around one ankle. Even before she could react, a hand grabbed Emma’s other ankle firmly, and her legs were pulled apart, sending her to the ground. Yet another strap was fastened to this ankle, and she found her legs wide apart, and immovable.Again and again Emma screamed at Caroline to let her go, but all she heard was laughter, and people joking about what they would do to her. At least, Emma.