CHAPTER 9. Colin selected a sumptuous ensemble in jade-colored silk, trimmed with midnight blue lace on panties, bra, garterbelt and the hem of the slip. Renée Sedgewick had outdone herself: this was lingerie fit for a princess! Colin turned and held up the panties for Draper's approval. He made a circle with thumb and forefinger. Colin stepped into her panties, electrified as she pulled them slowly up over her legs, pulled them up high until they were snug and the gusset conformed to her labia, subtly indenting her groove just as she had imagined. She snapped the delicate waistband against her soft tummy, thrilled to see that she herself wore that charming badge of femininity to which she, as a girl, was now entitled: the diminutive, flat satin bow at the waistband's center. Her face raised towards the ceiling, her eyes closed in rapture, Colin lightly ran her hands over her hips and her tummy, then over the roundness of her ample bottom. As she did so, she felt herself begin to flow; from the sudden warmth on her outer labia, she guessed she had already drenched the gusset of her panties with her intimate moisture. Next came her bra. Colin slipped her lithe arms into the straps. In one beautifully orchestrated movement, she bent forward from the waist, neatly caught her breasts in the cups, straightened up, fastened the hooks behind her and tossed her hair over one shoulder. She cupped her breasts with her hands and hefted them gently, feeling her nipples harden and swell, distorting the silk. Next came her garterbelt, which she fastened behind her with the same ease with which she had fastened her bra. She adjusted it deftly, sliding it around her waist, one way, then the other, until it was perfectly straight. She paused and put a finger against the side of her nose, lost in thought for a moment of two. Then, smiling knowingly, she slipped the garter tabs under her panties and extracted them from the leg openings, having intuited that this would facilitate her panties' removal should she wish to keep wearing only garterbelt and stockings. She thought herself such a clever girl for having figured out this elementary trick! Sitting on the edge of the bed, she rolled on her stockings, extending each leg in turn. She stood, smoothed the stockings upwards with her hands and fastened them to the tabs, turning her head first over one shoulder, then the other, to reach the rear ones. Last came the slip; she dropped it on over her head. Raising her arms, she wriggled her body to allow the garment to fall into place, then rapidly smoothed it down over hips, derrière and tummy with the palms of her hands. She pirouetted about the little room on her toes and, her performance complete, she executed the same bow before Draper as she had at the beginning. Draper had paid rapt attention to the unfolding of this elemental feminine ritual. That the beautiful creature exhibiting herself before him had been a man just one week ago - his senior research assistant to be exact - was erotic in the extreme. He had grown so hard and stiff while watching this new, female Colin that it literally hurt! He needed relief soon or he felt that his balls would explode! Never had he been so aroused. Draper stood, making no attempt to conceal his majestic erection, and pulled Colin tightly against him. She looked up at him, her blue eyes muddied with lust, and silently mouthed the words he wanted to hear: "Take me!" "Now, where's this fancy bridal suite?" he asked. "Pick me up, Peter, and I'll show you the way. We have until midnight, then I must surrender you to Brad. So hurry!" Draper scooped up the smouldering girl. Following her directions, he carried her through the temple's corridors until they reached the large bedchamber, decorated as Brad had described. Draper tossed Colin onto the bed - on her back. She instantly hiked up her slip and let her thighs fall open, revealing the dark stain of moisture where she had soaked through her panties. Draper closed and fastened the door and returned to the bed, to begin foreplay in earnest - a skill at which he excelled. Draper preferred to remain fully clothed as he slowly stripped his women, leaving their panties for last. He liked to bring them to such heights of sexual frenzy that they would tearfully beg him to tear off their panties and fuck them. In deference to the limited time, Draper got Colin down to her panties in just a few minutes. Mounting her, he slid his huge cock along the length of her slit, the silky barrier of her panties driving her wild. She could hardly bear the denial of feeling his cock directly on her softness, of feeling its smoothness as it glided over her clit. Several times, she brought her hand to the waistband of her panties, lifted her hips and tried to remove them, but Draper would not allow it. "You'll have to beg me Miss Colin. You'll have to beg me to yank off your panties, beg me to make you into the woman you've become. You'll have to beg me to plunge my cock so deep into your softness that you'll feel it in your chest, beg me to pin you mercilessly to the bed, beg me to pump you, to ream you, to stretch and define your amorphous female wetness withmy stiff cock!" By now Colin was covered with a fine sheen of girlsweat; her lovely skin had broken out in large, pink blotches. Her entire lower belly had liquefied within; she slid her hand down inside her panties to sample herself. O, yes! She was insanely wet! This was pure torture, to feel Draper's cock through the flimsiness of her panties, to have it so very, very close, and yet not to have it in her! "I give up!" Colin cried. "Please tear off my panties, Peter! I can't take it any more! I must have you inside me." "Tell me first that you're glad you were turned into a girl, Colin! Tell me you're glad!" "Yes, I'm glad I was turned into a girl, Peter! I'm glad I was turned into a girl! I'm glad I was turned into a girl! OK? Now fuck me!" "You asked for it, Colin!" Colin lifted her hips off the bed to allow Draper to slide off her panties (they were really far too nice to tear off). Now she spread her legs to the fullest extent her hips would allow and drew her feet up until her heels were practically touching her buttocks. In this posture of ultimate female surrender, Colin's penetralia gaped widely, revealing her pink inner depths. Who could believe that this frantic female, displaying herself on the bed as shamelessly as a whore, had been a man merely seven short days ago? Eyes half closed, Colin inserted two of her fingers inside herself and stirred them about, producing a sloshing, slapping sound: she wanted Peter to know how wet she was. She removed her fingers, dripping, and let Peter lick them. Then Draper mounted her, but did not insert his cock - not yet. First he ran its tip around the perimeter of her inner labia, then over her clit, then he entered her only with his tip. And kept it there, not advancing, teasing her, promising his whole length yet withholding it.... Colin rolled her hips, trying to capture Draper, but he skillfully backed off just enough to counter her squirming, so the tip of his cock remained where he wanted it to be... barely within her vestibule. Colin began to shed tears of frustration. "O, Peter, why don't you just fuck me!" she lamented, "Stop teasing me like this! Please just shove...." And here her words were lost in a gasp of stunned surprise as she felt a stiff cock plunge into her body for the first time in her brief female existence. Its advance was irresistible; she could do nothing but feel her soft tissues part to admit Draper's magnificent tool, she could do nothing to prevent its remorseless advance all the way up to her cervix - she had no control whatsoever. Colin felt her womb displaced upwards in her belly until Draper's whole enormous bulk had completely disappeared inside her. "My God!" she thought, "So this is what it's like to be fucked!" She felt herself abruptly open yet deeper, with the suddenness of a bottom falling out of a bucket of water. She felt vast and powerful, yet deliciously passive, waiting for the man to move within her. Draper, however, remained motionless inside Colin, pinning her to the bed, awing her with the intense pressure and power of his cock - reminding her of the true position of Woman in the Great Hierarchy of Existence: on her back, legs spread, heels in the air, with a stiff cock rammed inside her. Then he began to pump her - slowly at first - picking up tempo as Colin began to roll her hips in time to his thrusting. It did not take long to bring the transmute to climax. Just as she went over her edge, Draper came, too, shooting long, slow jets of hot semen deep into her belly, breaching her cervix, impregnating her.... for Colin had ovulated that morning, though she had no way of knowing it.