"Now, we'll just put a matching ribbon and barette in your hair and we'll be ready to blindfold you again and set you up at Mistress Diana's slut t...ansformaton table for the rest of your makeover." Wait, won't you let me wear a wig? My hair is way too masculine to match all these beautiful feminine clothes Mistress Kimberly." I spoke in a panic.Smack. My face reddened as Mistress Kimberly slapped me across the face and then suddenly pulled on my leash hard, almost setting me off-balance. I tried the usual noises and foot taps etc.that I had read about, while Wanking my cock stood right behind the door, looking at the reflection and could see he was interested, he wandered towards my cubicle, tried the door but it was locked and he walked back over to the urinals, my heart dropped, I should of just opened the door and let him in, but I was new to this remember so don't blame me. He then headed back into a cubicle, I immediately exited mine and stood at the urinal directly. But she moved, and tried to get up. I raced in. We are at least a hundred feet from anyone, in any direction. She thought I was someone named Kyle. I figured it was a young kid, who she probably sucks off because she instantly grabbed for my cock. I was going to go with it, but I chickened out and told I was her nephew Jake. She grabbed the front of my pants, "Ssso you don't want me?" she slurred. I looked around. Now was my chance. I unbuttoned the front of her pants, and pulled them down. Her. I vowed that next time I’d show everybody my patented Death Spiral moves. Introduction all around, of course. The red-head was Veronica. She’d worn a white blouse which, when wet, let us confirm that she hadn’t bothered with a bra. I was fantasizing about the babies we would make together. After years of practice, of course. She kissed me on the mouth and asked if I wanted to dance. Then we both broke out laughing. The exotic vibe girl was Sonja. She was wearing dark slacks and a pale purple.