Z is for Zoë

"OK Alan. Time for Zoë to properly come out of the closet! Lie down on the bed, it's time for your tits!"

I giggled but ten minutes later, when I sat up and inspected the result, I was amazed. Marie had seen my breast-forms before though usually I'd just slid them into a bra. I'd never actually gone as far as sticking them on. I had the special adhesive, I'd just not had the opportunity to use it. But Marie had sprayed and positioned and stuck my rather over-size 'boobs' onto my chest and then spent some time applying a little make-up round the edges to blend their colour and texture with my own skin. I was delighted with the result, and realised the 'make-over to end all make-overs', as Marie had put it, was going way further than I'd imagined.

Indeed, things were beginning to get really serious by then, I realised I was moving into another stage in my make-over. I gulped when she reached into yet another bag and removed a tiny black G-string! . The back was no wider than a piece of string and the front was so incredibly sheer. I slid my towel off - after turning my back on her of course - and slid it up my legs, pulling it high over my hips and 'tucking' as effectively as I could. The feeling of the string excited me and I walked around the bed and back, the movement making me want to sway my hips.

"That feels incredible, Marie."

It did. I'd worn some exotic lingerie before, what tranny hasn't, but this was so different.

"They look good too!" she said, grinning widely at me.

She held out a matching black bra and helped me to slide my arms through the straps and position the bra cups round my breast-forms.

"Most men seem to like big tits, Zoë. This is a 38-EE bra - and it only just holds them!"

I stared incredulously into the mirror at the deep dark cleavage Marie had created.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"Wow indeed!" she replied, holding a hand out to lead me back to the stool by the dresser as she took out the new pair of 10 denier hold-up stockings with lace tops.