When a bartender is caught stealing at the local all-drag burlesque, he's forced to spend the next week waiting tables in full drag! But will it end there?

Excerpt: I finally began to protest when she began to take my clothes off. “I can strip myself, thank you.” I said , coldly. Dee Dee just pouted. I pulled off my shirt and jeans, revealing my shaved body. At Shelly's orders I was to be primed for feminization, to be better inducted into the cult of flirty, flamboyant queens. When I had stripped down to my boxers, Dee Dee handed me a pair of pink, silk panties and a matching bra. I held them at a distance, as if they were about to bite.

“C'mon, we don't have all night y'know!” whined Dee Dee, and I quickly turned my back to her to take off my boxers, and pulled the cool silk up my hairless legs. I ended up needing Dee Dee's help putting on the bra, and I felt even more humiliated having to stand there as she clasped it behind my back. Next she handed me a strange, padded pair of underwear. Pulling them up my legs I realized what they were for – they made my hips and butt look huge. While I was marveling over this, Dee Dee shoved some cold, rubbery blobs into the cups of my bra. They swayed and jiggled disconcertingly as I moved.

Next were the clothes – an aqua blue halter top was pulled over my new, prominent breasts, and a narrow black pencil skirt was zipped over my exaggerated bottom. Lastly, a pair of glittery pink pumps with a 4 inch heel were placed on my feet. I had to admit, I cut an impressive silhouette. I even found myself getting a little turned on until I looked above the neck. I wondered fearfully if I was starting to like this too much.

I didn't have much time to wonder, though, as Dee Dee guided me to a chair in front of the large, wide mirror that all the 'girls' used. “Now the real fun begins! Time for your make-up!” I tried to ignore my reflection as she flitted from brush to brush. A thick layer of foundation was applied to my face, and while it set she began to apply lip color, thick glossy and pink just like her own. She then started on my eyes, drawing on thick eyeliner and then gluing on thick, fan-like lashes that rimmed my vision. The weight on my lids was strange and foreign. After this she began applying thick eyeshadow, covering up my already light eyebrows and drawing in exaggerated arches over them. Dangly, rhinestoned encrusted earrings were clipped onto my ears and a large heart pendant (similarly bedazzled) was placed around my neck, dangling above my breasts. Finally, Dee Dee lowered a wavy, shoulder length platinum blonde wig onto my head. “I dub thee lady Holly Daze” she said, giggling.

“There! Smile for me, beautiful!” she chirped excitedly, raising a camera. I stared into the mirror and smiled automatically. Two creatures of make-up and glamour looked back at me, their pink lips wide in big painted smiles. How could I have let them sissify me like this?

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