My name is Peyton Smith, but until a year ago my name was Dale Smith. This is the story of how one summer my life changed for the better, and how I became the person that perhaps I was always meant to be.
My mom and I live in a condo in the boring Orange County, California town of Irvine. People hear California, and they think movie stars, but where we live, it is basically tract housing and strip malls. Still, I'm not complaining; I have a good life, and a very close relationship with my mom. We aren't wealthy, but there was nothing I really lacked, either. My aunt and my cousins, on the other hand, had a different life. They really did live in Beverly Hills, in a gorgeous house in a beautiful neighborhood. Although I was younger than both Steph and James, I really liked both of them, and loved to spend time with them. You would think that I would have felt closer to James, but it was really Steph that I loved to spend time with. She was two years older than me, and really pretty, and I guess my feelings for her were a combination of teen crush and thinking of her as a big sister. The odd thing was, sometimes I had the feeling that she viewed me not as a little brother, but as a little sister. More on that in a bit…
So, I was really excited when Mom told me that Steph was going to drive down and get me, and that I would be spending the next two weeks with them. As I was packing for my trip, my mom came into my room and started that long lecture about how I should listen to my cousins and try to behave myself while I am staying at their fabulous house. What my mom and I didn't know was that James, the older cousin, was on holiday in Turkey so it would just be me and Stephanie for the next two weeks.
As I waved goodbye to my mom and her friend as they left for the airport to catch their flight to England, I sat there with my packed suitcase, eagerly awaiting Steph's arrival. It struck me that somehow I had forgotten that the last time I seen her we had a somewhat strange game of truth or dare with her friends.
I don't remember the whole evening but I do remember the last dare I was given. I was dared to let her and her friends give me a make-over, and me being a typical male, I wanted to prove that I was not afraid of anything, so I said, "Go for it".
It was such a strange experience - although I should have been mortified at being turned into a girl, I loved having Steph and her friends fussing over me, oohing and ahhing over every little change they made. At fourteen, I was basically in a permanent state of arousal, and this was even more so with half a dozen cute sixteen year old girls putting lip gloss and mascara on me, telling me how cute I looked. But the thing that freaked me out was that when they were finished, everyone in the room, including me, could not help but realize that I looked like a younger version of my cousin. Although there is not that much of an age difference between us, there was one big difference - she has golden blonde hair and mine is hazelnut brown. I think that was a trait we inherited from our mothers. Anyway, when the girls were done with me, Steph gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, "I always wanted a little sister."
Of course, what I wanted was for her to kiss me, but I realized that, even if she had the desire to (and I had no reason to think she did) that was never going to happen with all of her friends around. Still, for the next three years, the image of me in a cute little tennis dress (that was what they had put me in - complete with ruffled rhumba panties), with barrettes and bows in my hair, lots of mascara and pink lip gloss, making out with my big cousin Steph - dominated my late-night fantasies.
We had a small family; it was just my mom and me and my aunt and two cousins. My father, and my cousins' father, left before we were even born. Fortunately, our grandparents had left both my mom and her sister a nice inheritance from directing and producing films. It was a twist of fate that my aunt got much more; they both had certain royalties from films, and it just turned out that her films were more successful. Still, we both had enough. Not only that, we also got to go on locations with the film crew and we got to see the whole film making process, which made me want to become an actor or a director. From the first time I was on the set of their first movie, I became entranced and I became good friends with most of the actors and actresses, which led to me and my cousins having some bit parts in some of the movies.
When my cousin finally showed up in her SUV it was clear that the two year age difference now looked much greater. She was now a beautiful young woman, and I still looked baby faced. I had no facial hair at all, and my voice had barely changed. She rolled down her window and she had a big, gorgeous smile on her face. She was clearly happy to see her little cousin. She said, "Well hello, Cutie! You can't be my little cousin because he had short hair not shoulder length hair, haha. You know, if you are going to have long hair, you need to take care of it a little better." She giggled and added, "I will add, 'hair care' to our list of activities!"
It was a little sad to me that the only change she could point to was my hair length - while she had been transformed into a beautiful woman! Still, I laughed and as we embraced in a long hug it suddenly dawned on me why I always loved spending time with her. She was just so loving and sweet that I could never hold anything against her. Even to this day, I can still remember what she showed up wearing - cute wedgies, cut-off jean shorts, and a sparkly white tank top. She really reminded me of Jessica Simpson in The Dukes of Hazzard!
A picture of Steph next to a picture of Jessica Simpson in the Dukes of Hazard. You have to admit she looks a lot like her!
As we broke our hug I told her I loved what she was wearing and if any of my friends saw her they would be so jealous. That might have sounded funny coming from a guy, but although I had plenty of male friends, I tended to hang out with girls. I just seemed to get along with them better; it was like, I was never self-conscious around them, I just fit in.
My mother had always been worried that because I liked to play with the girls, I would be picked on. So, from a very young age, she made sure I would learn how to defend myself. Ever since I can remember I have been in some sort of martial arts class, whether it was kung fu, kick boxing or capoeira (Brazilian dance fighting.) I remember, in one of the dojos I used to practice in, there were pictures on the walls of all kinds of famous martial arts fighters, like Bruce Lee. On one wall, there were two pictures of someone named Nong Tum. She was a Muey Thai fighter who was transgendered. She was so beautiful that it was hard to believe she could also be a vicious fighter, but she was. There were famous scenes where she would literally be applying red lipstick right before a match, then go out and kick some tough guy's ass. Nong Tum became so famous that they made a movie about him called Beautiful Boxer.
I didn't think of myself as a girl, or even as particularly feminine, but I found myself attracted to this Ladyboy kickboxer. She quietly became my heroine. I thought she had so much courage to 'be who she was' and not be embarrassed or ashamed. I didn't really know who I was at that young age, but I hoped that I would have as much courage as she did.
Nong Tum in the ring, wearing lipstick
One day, when I was young, I got home from my kickboxing class and told my mom about Nong Tum. I tried to sound casual about it, but she could see that I was excited that there was a fighter who was both girlish and tough at the same time. I said, "Can you believe he puts on lipstick before he fights?!"
My mom seemed amused at my amazement. She said, "Well, I guess if a boy is going to put on lipstick, he'd better be able win his fights!"
Of course, at the time, it did not occur to me that my mother had had similar thoughts about me when she signed me up for martial arts. Not that I would wear lipstick, of course, but that I might be picked on and would need to defend myself.
One day, I did very well in a tournament, making it all the way to the finals. When I got home, Mom had a special present for me. She had gotten me an autographed movie poster of Nong Tum!! I was so excited!
The Poster that Nong Tum autographed and sent to me!
But that was not the end of the surprise. Mom was going to take me out to dinner to celebrate my success in the tournament. As we were getting ready to leave, Mom took out her lipstick and carefully applied it. She was so beautiful, and her lips looked so awesome with the lipstick! After she finished applying, she looked at me and said, "If Nong Tum were going out for a celebratory dinner, what do you think he would do?"
I looked at my mother blankly. I had no idea! She giggled and said, "Remember what you told me he sometimes did before a match?"
Of course I remembered! He put on lipstick! She could see the recognition in my eyes. She said, "I think that would be a nice way to honor your role model."
I was speechless. Did Mother really want me to go out of the house wearing lipstick? Now that I think back on it, my answer to her was telling. I didn't say she was not my role model; I didn't even say I would never want to wear lipstick. Instead, I very quietly whispered, "I don't think I'm as brave as Nong Tum, Mommy."
She hugged me and said, "That's ok, Sweetie, very few of us are." As we got ready to walk out the door Mother quickly but gently gave me a kiss, right on the lips! She pulled back, looked at me and giggled. "Whoops," she said. "It looks like someone has a little lipstick on! Oh Honey, you look adorable. Let's leave it, ok?" And off we went to dinner, with me pressing my young lips together, feeling the tiny bit of her lipstick that had transferred on to my lips…
Anyway, my reputation as a good fighter got around school. As did the fact that my hero (heroine) was a cross dresser. But funny thing, no one made fun of me. And whenever one of my friends (and even kids who were not my friends) had trouble with bullies, I was always there to stand up for them, and eventually all the school bullies learned to avoid me and my friends.
Once I had all of my bags loaded in the boot of the car we started on the journey to her house and we had one hell of a road trip. It was great music and amazing conversation, where we caught up on each other's lives. Even though it had only been about three weeks since we talked on the phone, we had not seen each other in nearly three years. It was not for lack of trying to meet up, but life has a way of getting in the way.
When we were about ten minutes from her house, Steph informed me that James was away on holiday with his girlfriend and that it would be just me and her for the next two weeks. That was fine with me! James was always a bit of a trouble maker; nothing serious, just throwing wild parties and little bit of graffiti. I thought I was looking forward to seeing him, but I found myself happy that it would just be me and Steph.
As we passed the gates to Steph's house, I saw what could only be described as a welcome committee. I realized these were Steph's girlfriends and although I knew James was away, I expected at least one male there, but no. When I asked Steph about it she told me that when the girls found out I was coming they wanted an all-girls vacation. When I informed my cousin that I was a boy, she looked at me and gave me one of those sly grins that told me she had something up her sleeve for me and it honestly sent chills up my spine.
Steph's house in Beverly Hills
As soon as I was out of the car I was swarmed by Steph's friends. At first it was a group hug but all of a sudden they were all looking at me strangely and whispering to each other. I could barely make out what they were saying but I thought I heard one of them say, "I have the perfect first outfit."
But before I could ask her I was pretty much pushed into the house by them. I was going to ask where I should put my bags but as soon as I was in the front room my bags were taken away from me and I was forced into an arm chair and then the party started. Out of nowhere an unbelievable amount of alcohol was in front of us. Before I could even ask what was going on, drinks were being pushed to me. Music started playing from the Ipod dock and that's when all the fun begun - drinking games galore and someone suggested we play strip poker. Lol, me being the only boy at this party, I was way up for that.
I was losing hand after hand, and I started wondering whether the game was rigged. My clothing was disappearing from my body at an alarming rate. Finally, I got a straight flush. As I laid the cards onto the table I was feeling pretty lucky, but even that was not enough. One of the girls had four of a kind. Really? Four of a kind? Now I was sure I was being set up! As I shed the last of my clothing there were a lot of hoots and whistles.
Normally, being in front of all these pretty girls, I would have an erection. But I was so embarrassed to be naked in front of them, when they still had most of their clothes on, that I stayed limp. I am not the biggest guy in the world down there, and I didn't want them to make fun of my small size, so, I kind of pushed my boy part between my legs and crossed my legs, so it was hidden. Well, I should have realized that was a mistake, because right away the girls started teasing me, saying, "Steph, you didn't tell us your cousin was a girl! Look, he's got no pee pee!"
Even though they were just joking, I got all upset and said that it wasn't true, I did too have one, and then I pushed it back out to show them. They were all a little drunk at that point and having a good time at my expense, and now they laughed even harder and made believe they still couldn't see it, saying "Where? I don't see it! Steph, do you see his little pee pee?"
Steph was laughing too but came over and gave me a hug and told them to stop picking on her sweet cousin. When everyone calmed down, Lori, Steph's best friend, asked me if I wanted to keep playing and then winked at me. I told her that she could clearly see that I had no more clothes to bet. She and three other of the girls started laughing. I asked what was so funny and Lori asked me if I remembered my last visit. I told her I didn't remember all of it but I did remember the make-over. She said that we could come up with some sort of deal where if I win they will remove clothes but if I lose, I have to put on a piece of female clothing. Even though I was naked in front of all of these girls, I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and got caught up in the fun of the party so I agreed.
As we kept on playing, I came in to a hot streak and I was winning every hand. But all too soon I started losing hand after hand, and eventually I was fully dressed, wearing lacy panties, a cami, short leather skirt, white tank top, and 5" stiletto ankle boots. One of the other girls pointed out that I did not have much left to bet, when Sarah, my biggest competition in the game, noted that I did not have any make-up on and that my hair still looked like a mess for such a cute outfit, which got a laugh out of everyone, including me.
Sarah had turned to reach for her handbag. She pulled out another smaller bag and opened it. Inside the bag was full of cosmetics.
Sarah's pretty makeup bag
Sarah told me to stay still and close my eyes. Next thing that I knew she started to apply a sparkly neutral cream colored eye shadow on my lids, followed by some blush. I saw that the blush was in a container that said Bare Minerals. The color was called Golden Gate, a warm apricot, which she brushed onto the apples of my cheeks. Next was some shimmery light pink lip gloss which was a color called Cotton Candy. I could taste the stickiness and smell the sweetness. Lastly, she added some dark black mascara so my eyes would pop which she said would complete my look. She told me that I looked beyond adorable and for a first daytime look, less is more.
I couldn't help thinking back, first, to that time my mom asked if I wanted to wear lipstick like Nong Tum, and then to the last makeover at the hands of my cousin and her friends. This time, it felt different. It felt as if they were really trying to make me look good, vs last time, when it felt more like they were playing and having fun. Also, the girls were now a few years older, and had a lot more experience in applying makeup. The difference definitely showed.
By this time in the game it was only the people playing left in the room but I don't think anyone noticed or they just didn't say. Well, the game went on for about another fifteen minutes but by that time I was fully made up. And the last thing I had to bet was my hair. Lori said that if I lost the next hand that my hair would become blonde and curly like Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill. I must admit I always thought she had lovely hair but I was worried how I would explain it to my mom. Well, I must have thought I couldn't lose because I went "all-in," and well, no surprise, I lost. As soon as it was clear I had lost, the girls surrounded me and dragged me to the sink and were washing my hair with flowery smelling shampoo. Then I had pink rollers in my hair and a foul smelling liquid was poured all over my head and a sort of shower cap put over it. When they were finished, Sarah asked me if I wanted to continue playing. I asked her what else I could bet and just then Steph popped her head round the corner and said, "I couldn't help but overhear your little dilemma and well, what do you say about this little bet: if you lose the next hand you have to stay a girl for the rest of your visit. Don't worry, it will just be us girls. What do you say?"
Well, as I looked at the rest of the girls around the table, I noticed that all but one of them had only one item of clothing left on, so I said to Steph, "If any of them win I am up for that but if I win all of them have to strip right down."
As I looked around the room, they were all nodding in acceptance, which made me slightly suspicious but I shrugged that off. "Well, oops on that one," I thought to myself as Tiffany, the worst player, laid down a royal flush. I was about to start calling them all cheats but Lori stopped me and said it was time to rinse my hair and put in the neutralizer. Well, Steph just had to watch and as the neutralizer was being applied she just had to ask what I would like my new female name to be. Before I could come back with some witty remark, Sarah pointed out that since my hair was going to look just like Peyton's from One Tree Hill, maybe it should be Peyton and everyone squealed in agreement. I just rolled my eyes. An hour later my hair was finished and it did indeed look just like Peyton's hair which got the girls thinking about changing my outfit. I was given a pair of super skinny jeans, knee high 5" boots and even I had to admit, a gorgeous leather jacket.
Once I had everything on, I walked back into the room and all I heard was gasps of surprise. The looks on their faces made me worry. I asked what was going on and Steph said, "Well, Cuz, I did hope you would look like my twin but nope; you look exactly like Hilarie Burton who plays Peyton. If you don't believe me, just look in the mirror."
All the girls gasped. They said I looked exactly like Hilarie Burton from One Tree Hill.
As I turned and faced the mirror I couldn't deny that I could be Peyton's twin. I almost fainted due to how much of a real girl I looked like. I looked around the room and everyone was all smiles. I asked to no one in particular, what they were thinking, and Lori said that if we went to a club tonight I could get everyone into the VIP Room I look that much like Hilarie Burton. And with the popularity of One Tree Hill, no one would even ask for ID. Maybe an autograph though! We all just had to laugh at that but I saw that smile on Steph's face, the same one I had seen earlier, which didn't make me any less worried, and I just knew we weren't staying in tonight.
Chapter 1 It was exciting to be going on a luxurious ski trip for President's Day weekend. As college seniors, Lisa and Mike had finished mid-terms and certainly needed a break. They were looking forward for their upcoming graduation and a great weekend of partying. Lisa had arranged for them to work for a catering company at three events on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night in exchange for free room and board, and lift tickets at Aspen Mountain in Colorado. The plan was to ski all day, work from dinner time until early evening, and then party in the clubs after that. They'd be getting a vacation for free in one of the most exciting ski areas in the world. The early morning flight into Denver was long but smooth, as they slept most of the way as they were certainly not used to getting up that early. It was a nerve racking flight from Denver to Aspen, Colorado, as the little puddle jumper type plane was nothing like the main flight that just seemed to bounce around through the turbulent air. As the plane landed, everyone applauded as they were relieved and excited to be on a much needed vacation. "Mike, turn on your phone? What the hell is all this?" said Lisa as she switched on her phone. "I have 19 text messages and 6 voice mails during that flight, from Beth and Ginny." "Wow, that's weird, hope everything is OK?" said Mike as he switched on his phone. "I have just one text from Fred. Let me read it. Wow, Fred and Monique broke up, and they aren't coming?" "When did you get that!" asked Lisa. "Yikes, yesterday," said Mike. "I guess I should have turned on my phone." Lisa quickly read all of her text messages and quickly got on the phone with Ginny, as they walked off the plane. She was babbling a mile a minute, finding out the gossip from her friends as they were retrieving their luggage before she stopped dead in her tracks. "Are you fucking kidding me!" screamed Lisa. "I'll jump in a cab right now and get over there!" "What happened?" asked Mike. "Your friend is an asshole! That is what happened," said Lisa as she threw her phone in her purse and they jumped in the cab. "Your reservation got cancelled, since it was linked to his when Fred cancelled the trip, and they filled it with someone else!" "So, does that mean I don't have to work this weekend?" asked Mike, scratching his head. "Yes, genius! It means you have no job!" replied Lisa, staring at him with a nasty look. "But it also means that you have nowhere to stay. Are you thinking clearly!" "True!" said Mike. "Shit! Well, maybe they can still squeeze me in?" "You do realize that it took me all year to get this arranged for us, and five minutes for your clear headed irresponsible friend to ruin it," screamed Lisa into Mike's ear. "The bed and breakfast is a girl's only place. You know that. And you know the guys were staying above the bar in a dorm type place, and it had over thirty guys on the waiting list for the spot I got you. There were only a few jobs for guys to begin with. and that's why the job was gone in one phone call." The rest of the ride was in silence as Lisa and Mike looked around the quaint ski town as they were getting closer to the mountain. As each block passed, they noticed all the fancy restaurants, ritzy shopping, and posh nightclubs as the driver navigated through town. When the cab finally stopped, they had arrived at a gorgeous large Victorian bed and breakfast right at the base of the mountain, and Lisa became excited. "This is it!" said Lisa as she jumped out of the cab. "Wow, unbelievable. It's amazing. It looks even more beautiful in person than in the pictures." Beth and Ginny came running out and hugged Lisa as the driver placed their bags on the porch. "It's incredible here!" said Beth as she was happy to see her friend. "You may never want to leave once you see this place. Hurry, come inside and see the rest." As Beth led everyone inside, they stopped and stared at the incredible place they would be staying. It was like a Victorian palace. Their first sight was a tremendous foyer and sitting area, where about a dozen girls were relaxing by the fire, reading newspapers and sipping some coffee. "Miss Adams is waiting for you and looking forward to meeting you," said Ginny. "We told her everything and she has been asking a lot of questions about Mike. I know she has been working on trying to find a place for Mike to stay since he lost his spot. Her office is at the top of the stairs near that balcony." "Cool, I'll go see her immediately," said Lisa. "Hopefully she can help me." Lisa quickly hurried up the stairs and knocked on the door to the office. "Come in please," said Miss Adams. "Good morning Miss Adams. I'm Lisa," Lisa reached out her hand. "It is my great pleasure to meet you, and thank you for selecting us for this wonderful opportunity." "Well dear, you are welcome. I'm sure you'll work hard for me and I'll be glad I selected you and your friends," replied Miss Adams cordially. "Of course, mame," said Lisa. "I'll do anything you need, and I'm in great need of your help for Mike." "I am aware of that, from your wonderful friends, dear," said Miss Adams. "I had no idea that he was still coming with you after Fred cancelled them, or I would not have given his place away. Understand that I have to have people in each position, and I can not take chances on not having the right staff in place. As it is, I now have a problem in that Monique is not with you as I expected ,and I have to fill her job. The problem for you is that I have made many phone calls for you this morning when I found out about the situation, and have not found anything for your boyfriend. Honestly, he'll either have to go home or find something on his own, because I must focus on the job I have to do here myself. I'm sorry." "I understand Miss Adams," said Lisa, sobbing. "And Lisa, I'm sorry to be this way, but I must have you focused later on performing your duties for me," said Miss Adams, consoling her. "I have a business to run and now I must concentrate on getting another young lady to work tonight, and it will be almost impossible to fly someone in that quickly, even though I have a tremendous waiting list." "Well what about another guy working the event, like Mike?" Lisa questioned her. "I'm sure he'll do anything you need done." "My dear, you know the jobs you are going to be doing - correct?" said Miss Adams. "Yes mame. Of course I do," said Lisa meekly. "And you also know that the men will be bussing tables, cleaning up, and doing the heavy lifting, and that is all I need them for.," said Miss Adams as she gazed down through her office window at everyone in the foyer. "I have an exact count of young ladies that I will need, and without another woman, I will have an important guest without an escort or the proper number of cocktail waitresses. That, my dear, can not happen. These are important and wealthy people, and I am almost out of time!" "Yes mame. I understand," said Lisa as she began to leave the room. "Lisa, wait just one moment. Is that Mike down there?" asked Miss Adams, as she pointed out her office window. "Is he the skinny one with the ponytail and the blue jacket on?" "Yes mame!" said Lisa. "Can you go down there and bring him up here. I may have an idea that you may want to consider!" said Miss Adams. "He's not really what I expected." "Certainly, I'm all ears. I'll run right down!" said Lisa as she dashed out of the room to get him. She grabbed Mike and they raced back up the stairs to the office and quickly sat down. "Hello Miss Adams," Mike apologized. "I'm sorry about all the confusion, but Lisa tells me you have an idea to potentially help me. I'd just like to say that I'm willing to do whatever you need to stay. Anything! I understand that this was my friends' fault and we have caused you problems, that I can hopefully help to resolve." "Michael, when I looked out my office window and saw you in the lobby, it triggered my memory about you, so I pulled your resume and application package," said Miss Adams as she was reading through his file. "I remembered you had unique skills that most men don't have. In college, I see that you are a male cheerleader, dance instructor, and an actor in the school theater." "Yes, mame. I'm athletic, but have always been too small for football. And I know most men would never admit it, but I have always loved dance," said Mike. "Take off your jacket, dear," said Miss Adams, as he did as he was told. "Now stand up and don't move, and I'll be right back with Vicky and Claire." Miss Adams left the room and returned with two other women, who looked Mike up and down. The first women took out a tape measure and began measuring him all around and began asking questions. "Dear, tell me your age, weight, height, and shoe size while I figure out the rest," said Claire as she measured him all over and wrote down everything he said. The second woman, Vicky, just stared at him before touching his hair, looking into his eyes, and moving his face back and forth with her index finger. "Take off your shirt please, Michael," said Vicky, making him feel uncomfortable as he did as he was asked. Vicky spun him around and pulled the scrunchie from his ponytail, releasing his hair as she touched it. She looked at Miss Adams and nodded her head as she lifted his arms. "We'll need four or five hours. We'd have to do a lot of alterations, obvious training, and some experimenting, but I think he could work out," said Vicky. "His bone structure is soft enough. The hair is a disaster, but fixable I think. I mean, we have an entire room of wardrobe left over, so I'm sure we could make it work." "Luckily, he is so thin," said Claire. "Now, as you know that's good and bad, but mostly advantageous. I can work with him as long as he gives me no problems, because time is limited and precious right now. I certainly have enough divas around here at the moment." "Ladies, thank you," said Miss Adams. "That will be all, and you'll have their decision shortly, so please be prepared to move rapidly if we go this way." "So, does this mean you have another job in mind for me?" said Mike excitedly. "Trust me, I'm a great dancer and whatever costume you need me in is no problem. I've worn many crazy costumes in the theatre. I was Romeo, Peter Pan, Dracula, and many others." "And he really is a great actor, Miss Adams," said Lisa, encouraging her as she seemed to be in deep thought. "He'll fit whatever role you want." "My dear, there are no new roles," said Miss Adams in a matter of fact way. "I'm trying to see if he can fit into a role that requires class and dignity, dance skills, and one that is able to make my clients feel wonderful." "But I thought the only open position was Monique's?" asked Lisa, puzzled. "And that sounds like my job as a hostess and client escort." "It is!" said Miss Adams "I am considering him for Monique's position, if he is willing." "So ,you are considering having a male hostess?" Mike asked, staring at her. "No, I'm not," said Miss Adams. "Ok, because I thought that would make guys uncomfortable," said Mike. "Because I thought part of the idea was to have beautiful women escort men to their tables and to the dance floor, and serve them." "It is, dear," said Miss Adams, smiling. "No way!" screamed Lisa. "Holy shit! That would be so much fun. He'll do it! Yes, he'll do it! He can definitely do it!" "I'll do what?" said Mike. "I have no idea what the hell you want me to do anymore." "Miss Adams is offering you a job as a hostess just like me! You can dance. You can act. You are slim. You can do it and it would be so much fun!" said Lisa excitedly. "You want me to work as a girl?" said Mike, in shock. "Is that what you are saying?" "Yes, I'm offering an opportunity to change you into Monique," said Miss Adams. "And Monique already has the job. For the last few years, we have had a drag show here at certain times of the year, and we still have the entire wardrobe. Vicky was the makeup artist that put the girls together, so she knows how to do it, and Claire altered their outfits. With your measurements and your soft looks, I think we can make you look great, and we'd alter the uniforms and a few outfits quickly for you. You'd have to be willing, and certainly your training as an actor and in dance would help greatly." "Oh, I don't know about this," said Mike nervously. "I don't think I could pull it off, or even if I would want to try." "Well, I'll give you five minutes to decide, but that's all I can give," said Miss Adams, as she stood up to leave her office. "Five minutes, because after that I need to get another girl to work tonight, and you'll need to be on your way back to the airport." "Mike, there are no options here!" said Lisa, pleading with him. "It'll be just like any other role. It's no big deal and it'll be fun." "Lisa, this is nuts," said Mike as he took her hand. "I know I'm not a big manly man, but I am a man with a gorgeous girlfriend that I love." "Exactly, so stay and have fun with it," Lisa smiled. "We can be lesbians when we are off duty, and think of it, you'll get to stay here with me at this beautiful place." "So, do we have our decision?" said Miss Adams as she re-entered the room and looked at Mike. "Yes, 'Monique' is here and ready to begin work immediately," said Mike, as he looked at Lisa as she kissed him. "Now ladies, we'll have none of that here," said Miss Adams as she smiled. "Mike, I want you to understand that we will need to make a lot of changes, beginning immediately. We have alterations to your outfits that need to be made. We must work on your appearance, your mannerisms and remove as many male habits as possible. Now we must get you ready for tonight, and you must follow my instructions and those of Claire and Vicky without resistance or hesitation. Do we have an understanding and agreement, young lady?" "Yes Miss Adams," said Mike as he gulped. "Like I said before, I'll do whatever you need me to." "Good. Lisa, you may return downstairs and Monique, please follow me," said Miss Adams. "We will begin the process immediately." "Can't wait to meet Monique, and work together tonight," said Lisa, smiling as she exited the room, blowing a final kiss to Mike as he followed Miss Adams down the hall. After weaving through a series of hallways, Miss Adams threw open a series of doors which led them into a huge bathroom where Claire was running a bubble bath in a fancy claw foot tub. "Strip down and get in honey," said Claire. "Right here in front of you?" said Mike, questioning her. "Don't be embarrassed, dear. You're going to have to get used to being undressed in front of me," said Claire. "You've got nothing that I haven't seen before, and I'm going to have to know your body better than you do, as I experiment in shaping it and dressing it properly." "Ok, I guess," said Mike as he removed his clothes and stepped into the tub. Claire began adding some floral smelling chemicals to the tub and began scrubbing him everywhere with her washcloths. She switched on some soft music and hummed as she worked. "Sit back now and close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you, or this will sting," said Claire as she rubbed something sticky all over his face and then placed cucumbers on his eyelids. Mike then felt her lift one of his legs and was rubbing and massaging it before he could feel the blade of the razor against his skin. She massaged it as she worked, as quickly she was working on the other leg as she hummed and would ask little questions to make small talk. "So, you really have gorgeous feet," she said, loosening up the mood and making him laugh a little. "Your shoes tonight are going to look great in these. Ever wear heels before." "No, not really," he said laughing. "Well then, we'll have to work on that later," Claire teased. "It takes some practice, but a cutie like you will get it fast. There, dip that leg back into the water and then I'll help you stand up for a second honey." Claire was then rubbing more shaving cream around the upper portion of his buttocks and then all over his pubic area. He felt her moving his manhood around and shaving all around it as she worked above and below it. "So, you like your girls neatly put together, fully shaved or hairy over there," she said smiling. "I like a little surprise I guess," said Mike, joking along with her. "Ok," she laughed. "Then I'll just do what I think works best for you, and it'll be a surprise for you." As she sat him back down carefully, she began to work on shaving his arms and armpits before declaring it was over quickly. She then helped him up and out of the tub and began rubbing some lotion all over his body as she slid him into a robe and slippers. She took his hand and led him to another room before he felt her remove the robe and touch his face. "The mask is pretty hard now, but I want to keep it on you about fifteen more minutes to deep cleanse your skin. Plus this will help get rid of those circles under your eyes," said Claire as she touched him. "You'll be able to see when I i'm done, so for now just relax and try to imagine how beautiful you'll soon be. Now be still while I fit you and get you ready for alterations. Step up please, dear." Claire took his hand and helped him up onto something as he could feel her pulling something up over his waist. It felt soft yet tight, as she was humming again as she worked without saying much as she slid it back down. Next he felt her moving his right leg and then his left as she slid something which was very tight up and into the crack of his rear. "This will be awkward at first, but in time you'll forget it is even there," said Claire. "You need this in certain outfits to hold everything in. It's almost like a g-string." Claire made him gasp as she pressed his right testicle firmly inside his body cavity, and then his left, before pulling his limp penis between his legs and snapping the undergarment firmly into place. Next, he felt her touch his breast and pushed them together as he could smell some type of hot glue in the room. He felt her slide on what was obviously a bra over him, and then off again. She seemed to repeat this about a half dozen times before he felt the weight of something on his chest. He knew she was pushing and pulling at his chest area as she seemed to be experimenting, before he felt the apparent adhesive on his chest and then she pushed hard against him as she buckled the bra very tightly behind his back. "I'm sorry, dear. I have to get them just right or they'll show in some outfits, and not create the proper cleavage," said Claire. "Please don't move your arms for about fifteen minutes, and then we'll have them looking perfect. Now step into this dress, and I'll see how it fits. Thankfully, the original Monique was not a tiny girl." Nervously, Mike stepped into the dress as he felt it move up his body as Claire tugged at it and seemed to be tightening it at his waist, before he felt her unzip it and slide it down. "Ok, seven or eight more outfits, and we're done with dresses!" said Claire as she had him step out and into something else. "You know it's great that you are actually a bit skinnier and two inches taller than the original Monique! These dresses might look better on you than her with your new figure, and those long legs. We had a lovely drag performer here named Leona that was about your shoe size, so we're lucky there." Mike repeated the drill back and forth as he felt the clothes being put on and off him as he stood there patiently. He could tell that some were pants, and others were dresses as she had him move ever so slightly as she worked. "Ok, I think the glue should be set, so let me release your breasts and we'll check them," said Claire as she unbuckled the tight bra. "Wow, they look great and they are staying pretty firm, so let's get a push up bra on you and check the last six outfits and some shoes." "Six more outfits?" asked Mike in surprise. "I thought I had to only work three nights? And these are pretty heavy! Is that right? Should they be so heavy?" "Well, I'm sure you recall that Monique is a fairly large breasted girl with a "C" cup," said Claire. "Therefore, we decided that a "C" would work well on you, especially that you will be a tallish girl with your current 5'7" height. Plus, if I made you a small breasted girl, I'd have to do even more alterations, and there is no time for that given the fact you need to be ready for tonight." "Ok, you are saying that not only am I going to be a girl, but now I'm a girl with big tits!" Mike whined. "Yup, you got it!" Claire laughed. "You've got the ones we all want. Look, girls have curves. Accept it and enjoy it. And by the way, to answer your other question, yes you are only working the three nights." "Then why am I trying on so much other stuff?" asked Mike. "Honey, girls need clothes!" said Claire. "You need some cute everyday clothes, tops, jeans, ski clothes and some outfits for clubbing. You are not going to wear these work clothes all day, are you?" "What do you mean?" said Mike. "I was going to change back into my guy stuff after work, and for skiing!" "You are joking right?" replied Claire, as she dressed him. "No, you are not! You are living in an all girls house. HELLO - FOCUS HERE! Your breasts just don't pop off and on. And you can't be seen as a guy anywhere here. No one knows this, or they'd freak. You're a girl until you leave, like it or not. Just have fun, and be a cute girl like Lisa and the others. You are just another SNOW BUNNY now." "Holy shit!" said Mike. "I guess I really didn't think through that part! It all happened so fast! What am I supposed to do?" "Nothing, except just be like any other girl, honey," said Claire. "I think in a little while, after you feel pretty and sexy, you'll get used to it. Now lay back and I'll clean off your mask and you can see how you look so far, since this is the outfit you'll wear until you get dressed for work!" "Ok!" said Mike. "Thanks!" After cleaning the mask from his face and removing the cucumbers from his eyes, Claire knelt down in front of him and slid on his boots. Looking down, he opened his eyes and immediately could see the outline of his breasts standing out from his chest, which seemed crazy to him as he looked over at Claire. "Ok, carefully stand up and take a look at yourself!" said Claire, excitedly. "Your body looks great. The shoes will take some practice, so take baby steps. I'm starting you in low heels for now, because the ones that go with tonight's outfit are a bit higher and thinner." Mike stood up and stared at himself and his new found curves. He was wearing tight stretch blue jeans, with a form fitting white cashmere sweater, which showed just a little cleavage. On his feet he had on tan suede boots with a 1 ½ heel which matched a tan short blazer that she now slid on him as he stared at himself. "See, you look cute," said Claire. "Once we go over to Vicky's and she does your hair and makeup, there is not a person alive that would think you were anything other than a cute western girl." Mike stared at himself as Claire slipped a few silver bangles on his right wrist, and then a tried a few matching rings on him until she got some she was satisfied with. She then knelt in front of him and buckled a large interlocking silver offset belt around his waist, and a delicate silver watch on his left wrist. She walked behind him and placed a small silver heart necklace on him, which fell right above his open cleavage as the sparkle of its diamonds was clearly noticeable. She turned around and dug through a vanity before holding up various types of earrings next to his right ear as she studied them, seemingly trying to make a decision. He then could faintly see in the mirror that she then grabbed a large brown Coach shoulder bag and seemed to fill it with a series of items, including some of the earrings. She then pulled out a long sheer long coat and slid it on him, buttoned it, pulled the waist belt around him and handed him the purse. "You're ready, Monique," said Claire smiling as she slipped some large D&G sun glasses on his face. "Get used to this dear. It's the new you, and I can't wait to see the finished product. Let's go across the street. I think you'll enjoy the pampering." "Across the street?" asked Mike, staring at himself nervously. "Relax, it's a quick walk, and with your body and the sunglasses, no one would have any idea of your true gender," said Claire. "You're just blending in. Let me just hold your arm like two girlfriends walking and chatting till we get there, until you get used to the heels!" Mike and Claire walked down the stairs through the busy lobby and out the front door without anyone even glancing their way. Mike took small but mostly steady steps as he was as nervous as humanly possible, especially when the cold air hit his face outside. As they walked across the street, he saw the bright lights of the salon as it was only two stores away, and his jaw dropped as he noticed how crowded it was when they entered it. Claire took his coat and seated him in the waiting area as she went over to Vicky ,who was working on another client. Vicky handed Claire a magazine and smiled as she returned to work on her client, before Claire handed Mike the magazine. "She said to give her ten minutes, and she'll be ready for you," said Claire. "She wants you to look at this and give her an idea of what you might like to have done to your hair." "Are you kidding me?" said Mike, puzzled. "How would I have any idea? She's not going to cut my hair too much , is she? I was assuming she would just style it more like a girls?" "I have no idea?" said Claire. "Ask her yourself? I suggest you pick some things you like, and then you can discuss them like any other client?" "Shit, ok!" said Mike. "Like I would have a clue. I'll look, but I'm not into cutting it." Mike paged through the magazine as Claire looked on with him for about fifteen minutes. Claire folded over some pages and pointed out a few things she thought were cute on girls his age, before a young woman came over, interrupting them. "Excuse me Miss Monique, we are ready for you dear," said Brittany as she held out her hand and he handed her the magazine. "Follow me please." Brittany led him over to a stylist's chair and placed a black cape around him. She tilted it back slightly and began to rub foundation over his face as she blended it with her fingers and a small sponge before Vicky arrived and was standing above him. "Hey cutie. That base is fine, Brittany!" said Vicky. "Sit back and relax. I’m looking forward to this. Don’t be nervous. It’ll be fun, but it’s going to take some time and patience. Let’s do the brow first together, Brit." Brittany held his head firmly while Vicky went to work with her tweezers. With each pluck, he was wincing but trying to be tough as she seemed to jump back and forth from side to side as Mike sat still. "Please say you’re done," he asked, looking up at her as he was examining her work. "Sorry, brows are a dead giveaway, and yours were bad hon," said Vicky, trying to relax him as she gently stroked his forehead. "But now they’re cute." She began working on his eyes now as she asked him to open and close them constantly. It was strange staring at the lash curler pinching his lids. He was no stranger to wearing some makeup, being an actor in plays, but this was certainly much more precise than what he was used to. She brushed at his cheeks and then across the bridge of his nose, as all the blending and contouring work seemed to last forever. Finally he knew she was almost done as she began lining his lips, as instantly he recognized the taste of lip gloss as the girls stepped back and studied his look. "You are a hottie," said Vicky, teasing him as she rubbed his back and sat up his chair as he could now see his reflection in the mirror. "Sure this is your first time?" She whispered in his ear. Mike stared at a face that was now not his own. He was motionless as Vicky pulled the scrunchie from his hair. She then rubbed her fingers through his hair as she played with it a little as she was thinking about what she would do with it. "I think you look amazing!" said Brittany, trying to give him some encouragement. "So understand that what we just gave you is a basic daytime look, and we’ll need to pump up the volume on your makeup before work tonight. Now, let me think a little bit here! What to do? What to do with the hair?" said Vicky, thinking out loud. "Let me see her ideas, Brittany." Vicky grabbed the magazine and looked at the pages that Mike had folded over, as she would constantly glance up and down at his face. "So did you have anything you really wanted?" said Vicky, half laughing and half serious. "Or is that a stupid question under the circumstances?." "I want to crawl under a rock maybe!" said Mike, sulking. "Nonsense, you are really naturally pretty. Trust me, you are a model next to a few of the drag queens I’ve made look hot," said Vicky. "Ok, here’s what I think. I looked at the pictures of the actresses’ hair that you liked, but the problem is that your hair is not as long as most of them, and we really don’t have the time for extensions like that. Jessica Simpson, Carrie Underwood, and Beyonce have really long hair, and you don’t. This one picture of Scarlett Johansson could work ,but it’s way too platinum for you. You are thinking like a typical guy who loves really long hair, and it’s not what you have. For a guy, your hair is pretty long, but as a girl, you have medium length hair meaning without extensions we can do a mid or short length hairdo. Plus, from what I understand, this is only for a few days. Right?" "Yes?" said Mike sternly. "I have no choice here, as you know!" "I’m not judging, honey," said Vicky. "Sorry, I’m pretty nervous," said Mike. "It’s cool. I’ll give you a few options like I would any of my clients after listening to their ideas, and evaluating their bone structure and hair. Since you have to work three nights, I would do something with a little flexibility and we can have some fun with it. I think that would help you really blend in," said Vicky as she touched his hair. "Definitely!" said Mike. "I just want to go to work, blend in and get out of there and then hit the ski slopes." "Ok, then here are some options. I can either do something really bold like a cute inverted bob, which is really hot right now, or maybe a cute short flip," said Vicky as she stood behind him and showed him where she would cut his hair with her fingers in the mirror. "Your face could handle both, and you’d be able to do them yourself, no problem." "Are you kidding me?" said Mike. "I really don’t want to cut my hair short. It’s taken me a few years to grow it like this. Plus my girlfriend loves it, and so do I!" "Ok, got it. Sorry, remember I’m a hairdresser and we always love being creative. Plus, I was trying to give you a cut that you’d be able to blow out yourself for work," said Vicky, rubbing his shoulders to relax him. "Well then, we could just put in a few layers, and then I could blow it out straight, and then curl it for Saturday night, but you’d need help. I mean you were going to have to get your makeup done by us anyway, so you’d have to be willing to come in a bit earlier before work everyday for us to do it for you. Are you willing to do that to keep the length?" "No doubt!" said Mike. "I am not into cutting my hair short!" "Ok, then I’d give you some layers, frame your face a bit and you’d have to give me creative license from there! I mean you have a decent base, but we can’t stay with these tones you have though. They look too manly and drab so we’ve gotta do something there! That is actually one of the things I can take from the hair styles you liked!" said Vicky, seemingly getting a brainstorm as she tussled with his hair from behind a bit. "I’d trim it a bit in back to clean it up, and it would still touch your shoulder blades. Ok, I think I got it, but I would need you to let me do what ever I needed as I worked after that, and I’ll keep the length! Deal?" "Ok, as long as I could keep it long," said Mike, relieved. "Then I don’t care what else you do as long as you make me blend in." "Deal, this will be fun!" said Vicky. "Brittany, wash him out, strip him, and let’s begin. We’ll have to double process, but with his mousey natural base it won’t be too bad," said Vicky as she seemed to be speaking Greek to Mike. "When you’re done call me and I’ll take a peek before we do the base." Brittany brought him over to the sink, seated him and washed out his hair. "How strong do you want it Vicky?" said Brittnay. "20 volume should be good for him," said Vicky as Mike looked over, seeing her doing some mixing. "I don’t want him looking too washed out with his tones." She placed rubber gloves on then rubbed at his scalp and hair feverishly as she sang softly to herself with her IPOD in her ears. "Don’t move or touch your face or hair, Ok. Now let it sit for a bit and I’ll be back," She said as she moved down two chairs to wash out someone else’s hair. Brittany seemed to go back and forth checking on his hair forever as she sang along to her music. "This looks good," said Vicky, inspecting him as he watched her slide on some plastic gloves. Brittany now thoroughly washed and massaged his scalp as he did enjoy the sensations, until finally she switched off the water. He looked up, seeing Vicky came over with a little squirt bottle and began saturating his hair and piling it on top of his head as she scrubbed and gathered. "See you in about twenty," said Vicky, planting a soft kiss on his forehead to relax him. "You’re doing well." He was startled from a quick cat nap as Brittany switched on the water as he felt her again massaging at his head. Finally, she sat him up and wrapped a towel around his head and then brought him back over, sitting him in Vicky’s chair. "No peeking in the mirror," said Brittany, spinning his chair. "Not til we’re done, cutie. We like to surprise anyone who gets a makeover." "Looking good, honey!" said Vicky, pulling off the towel and rubbing his damp locks. "Chin up and sit still please. Eyes closed until I tell you." Vicky combed his hair all to one side and then back to the other, as she began inserting clips and sectioning it. It was odd feeling most of it clipped on top of his head as she combed down, touching his shoulders and neck as the snipping began. He felt the blade trimming it on his shoulders as she pushed his head forward as she seemed to be moving quickly. "Please don’t fidget if you don’t want to lose the length like we talked about," said Vicky, annoyed as she stopped his head movement. "Sorry," said Mike as she shifted his head more forcefully now. "If you jerk your head again, I’ll be forced to trim more to keep it even, or do something other than what we talked about," said Vicky. "I know this is all new to you, but you’ll need to cooperate as I’ve got plenty still to do, and now I’ve got to reset the base length, since it’s now crooked." Again she combed from the middle of his earlobe straight down, circling his head and trimmed all the way around. When she was satisfied, she removed more hair from the top clip and repeated this a few more times as she trimmed. He could felt the wet hair on his neck and face as she combed it straight in front of his eyes now, and then odd sensations of the scissors just under his chin as the ends of his hair touched it when she was done. Suddenly, the hair dryer came on as the warm sensation of hot air felt good as she blew the clippings off his cape and face, as she finished shaping his hair. "Just a touch more shaping, then back to the sink honey," said Vicky, putting down her scissors and clipping the top out of his face. "What’s going on now?!" said Mike as she inserted some clips, sectioning them. "I thought we were almost done!" "Patience dear. Not for a little while," said Vicky, teasing him as she tapped his shoulder to get up. "Making ‘Monique’ look her best takes some time and patience. Come on." Vicky led him back to the sink and met Brittany there, as she again slipped on some plastic gloves. In her hand now she had what looked like a little flat paint brush as Brittany was handing her little pieces of tin foil. It was nerve racking, feeling the foils wrinkle in his ears as she painted and wrapped over and over while Vicky and Brittany gossiped as they worked. As Vicky finally finished, stripping off her gloves, she set a timer as she proceeded to do some things around him. "So, you are doing great, Monique," said Brittany, looking him in the eyes. "Can I make a suggestion though?" "Sure," said Mike. "At this point! What the hell is the difference anymore?" "Can I even you out," said Brittany laughing. "It’ll look more believable." "I don’t know what you mean?" said Mike. "But I guess so? If you think making me ‘even’ helps!" "Cool, It’ll help give some options there!" said Brittany. "I’ll be right back." Brittany returned and leaned his chair back as his foil covered head was now back in the sink. She was moving some items around on the counter near his seat before he felt relieved as she removed the foils and rinsed his hair. He sat one last time while she massaged him before turning off the water and dropping a towel over his head, beginning to dry him a bit. After she finished squeezing the excess water out his hair, he felt the sudden pop in his right ear, jumping a bit, startled. "Hey, what the hell!" screeched Mike. "Did I hurt you, honey," said Brittany. "Thought it was numbed." "No, you didn’t hurt me," said Mike, surprised, lifting his fingers out from under his cape. "You pierced my right ear, didn’t you?" "Yes, I asked you! And you said yes," said Brittany, pushing down his hand. "A lot of guys have two these days anyway. My boyfriend does." "Holy shit!" said Mike. "I thought you meant even out my hair!." "No, silly," Brittany smiled as she wrapped a towel around him again. "I’m no hairdresser. I meant even out your ears so they were both pierced. I thought you needed it so you could wear the right earrings. Sorry, but it’s too late now and it’ll be much better. If you want, I could do one more on each side." "Wow!" said Mike. "This is nuts. No, I’ll stick with just two." "No problem, let me just put the other stud in then, so they match," said Brittany. "Let’s get you back to Vicky." He felt Brittany slide an earring into his existing left hole, and then she led him back to Vicky’s chair. As he sat there staring at himself in the mirror with a towel on his head, he was getting nervous as he knew he was almost done and soon had to get to work as Monique. Vicky returned and quickly spun him around away from the mirror as Brittany rolled up a cart filled with all different colors and sizes of curlers. She once again asked him to close his eyes and began sectioning his hair. He could feel the tightness of the rollers as she secured them, beginning in the back and working quickly. When she was done, he felt her cover them with something that seemed to hold them tightly as she took his hand and led him over to the dryer. "Home stretch, cutie," said Vicky as she tapped him to get up and he followed her across the room. "Bet you’re getting excited to see the new you!." "Not really, but if I’m here much longer, the weekend will be over, so maybe it’s not so bad," teased Mike, .as he sat down against the wall, seeing all the dryers. He sighed as he watched the bonnet being lowered over his head and watched Vicky walk away after switching it on. As he sat there staring into space for five minutes, Brittany pulled up a chair next to him and slipped off his boots. She took his hand and started to go to work on his nails, filling and buffing them as another girl worked at his feet. She inserted a foam spacer between his fingers to keep them from touching as she worked, and he watched intently seeing his fingers begin to transform. She took small tips, measuring them precisely and then glued them to his short nails as he couldn’t believe the image as she filled them with gel. She moved quickly and before he knew it, his left hand was complete with soft pink long square tips, and she placed it under a small dryer before moving to the right hand. This crazy sight before his eyes kept him occupied until Vicky returned, lifting the bonnet and checking his hair. She dropped some flip flops to the floor and Brittany slid them on his feet as she tapped him to get up. It was an odd, feeling the little cotton between his toes as he looked down at his candy apple toes nails glistening as he stood. "Ok, time to finish you up and get you out of here!" said Vicky, as she took his hand and led him back to her chair. The moment he sat, she quickly began filling the tray with the rollers as she went to work removing them from his head. She sprayed each section as she released it, as he was practically choking on all the hairspray as he sat there feeling his nerves really kicking in now. She picked through his hair with her fingers and then held a large thick barreled iron in her hand as she lifted a few sections, winding it in from time to time. She was working on the back and sides as he could feel most of the tension being removed from his head each time a roller was unpinned, until finally she came in front of him. "Couple more spots, and it’ll be perfect, sweetie," said Vicky as she adjusted and pulled at his hair, looking extremely focused. "Look down please." He now felt the last two rollers in front being taken down, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see her sliding the iron on an angle across his forehead. "You’re kidding me, Vicky," whined Mike, as his whine was muffled as he could see her finger brush a long section across his face, partially covering his left eye. "I know you’re excited, but one more second please," said Vicky, shielding his eyes as she sprayed and patted the section near the left side of his chin. "But…" said Mike, starting to chirp as Vicky ignored him, saturating his entire head now in a finish spray. He could see part of his new hair as she finished , feeling faint as Vicky pulled the cape. "Brittany, please bring Monique’s purse," said Vicky happily. "The studs are pretty, but you won’t even see them with this cut. Now close your eyes and don’t cheat." Vicky dug through the purse and Mike felt her changing his left earring, and then carefully his right one as the new weight of big earrings was apparent. "Ok, It’s time to unveil the new you. Smile," said Vicky as snapped a few quick pictures before beginning to spin him around. "When I say three, I want you to open those baby blues. I think you’ll be pretty confident now, girlfriend. One, two, three!" As the chair stopped spinning, Mike saw his new reflection in the mirror ,quickly removing his temporary smile and immediately feeling ready to vomit as he gasped. He touched his hair and face and couldn’t believe his eyes. His light brown hair was now blonde and wavy. His eyes never looked more blue, standing out like beacons behind his cat like eyes, and he wondered if he was actually looking at himself. "Oh no," he said, shaking as he pulled a strand to convince himself that it wasn’t a wig. "It can’t be. This is me? You went too far. That is my hair?" "So, I think that means you are shocked! It’s Ok," said Vicky, standing next to him and rubbing his back. "I think we definitely made you believable, but to me that’s not even good enough. No way was I stopping until you were gorgeous, and now you are." "This is crazy," said Mike, pinching himself. "I’m a dude." "Not for the next few days you’re not," said Vicky. "You’re going to need to adjust immediately, whether you ready or not." "Monique, you will be one of the cutest girls there tonight. You won’t need to adjust to anything, just being like any other girl!" said Brittany, smiling as she yelled to a friend. "Trust me. I’ll show you. Hey Tyler, come over here for a second." From the back room came a tall dark haired guy as he came over to see Brittany. "Hey Brit!" said Tyler as he kissed her cheek. "What’s happening?" "Hey Tyler. This is my friend, Monique," said Brittany, introducing them. "She’s new in town and I’m just introducing her to some folks. She’s working the party for Miss Adams tonight." "Cool, nice to meet you, Monique," said Tyler as he reached out his hand. "Uuummm, hi," murmured Mike, barely squeaking out a sound as he shook Tyler’s hand softly. "Looking good, girl," said Tyler as he shocked Mike, kissing his hand. "You ok? You look a little shocked?" "She’s fine. Just not expecting such a dramatic a change," said Brittany, looking at Mike. "What do you think Tyler?" "Sexy ‘do’, Monique," said Tyler. "These girls know their shit in here. Nobody leaves without looking pretty hot!" "Oh, uuuumm thank you," said Mike, as Vicky nudged him to speak. "No, thank you, and these talented ladies seem to do that to people sometimes, but again, you look sensational!" said Tyler with a wink. "Hey, hope to see you around after the party. I’ll be out clubbing with my friends, and maybe we can hang and have a drink. See ya ladies." Tyler got back to work, dropping off his deliveries and left the salon as Mike just sat there in shock. "See, what did I tell you!" said Brittany. "Tyler had no idea, and just thought you were any other cute girl that comes in here to get their hair done." "Shit, that was gross!" said Mike, surprised as he just stared at himself. "I guess so. I’m just so taken aback." Mike stood up and walked close to the mirror and stared at himself. His hair had been lightened four or five shades to a very natural dirty blonde color, and filled with ash and wheat blonde highlights. It’s layers were very noticeable now as it was parted to the left side and filled with soft thick waves, giving it some body as it fell about two inches onto his shoulders. As he moved his head, he clearly felt the weight and swaying of the large silver open disk earrings protruding from under his hair, and watched as his new haircut flowed in unison across his shoulder as he twisted his neck. He looked at the rear view of his hair and realized that Vicky kept her word, and didn’t cut much but the ruffle effect in his wavy hair made it look a little shorter, but also realized the layers made it look much fuller. He wondered how he’d do anything now with these long nails, as it was odd to grip anything as he felt like he had claws as he put his hands on his hips. "Ok Miss Monique, Brittany will take you back now," said Vicky as she smiled at him and quickly rattled off scheduling items. "Miss Adams has orientation in three hours at 6:00 pm, and Claire is going to spend some time with you first on your speech and mannerisms. I’ve booked an appointment for you tomorrow morning at 8:00 am to do you makeup and blow out your hair before you hit the mountain, and I’ll see you at 7:30 tonight to do redo makeup for work. Good luck and see you later." Brittany helped Mike slide on his boots and put on his coat as they went outside. They walked across the street and into the lobby, where Mike walked right by Lisa as she was chatting with some other girls and didn’t even flinch as he passed her. She walked him up the stairs and into a waiting area outside Claire’s office as she had her assistant call her. "Oh my," said Claire as she spotted him. "Good afternoon, Monique. Aren’t you just a beauty, dear? Miss Adams is going to be very pleased. She has an eye for these things. I’ll get her." "Vicky is so talented, and I just knew you were going to look beautiful. I could just tell," said Miss Adams, as she entered the room. "Start her with simple duties tonight as we discussed, and she’ll certainly be just fine after you prep her. You may go Brittany, and please page Lisa so I may properly reintroduce her to Monique." Lisa was called up the stairs and was certainly excited to see what they had done to her boyfriend. As Lisa entered, she stopped dead in her tracks as Mike was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, nervously awaiting her reaction. "Mike?" said Lisa. "Are you shitting me? Is that you?" "Yes?" replied Mike, trembling. "I’m afraid so!" "Dear, it’s ‘Monique’ now, please," said Claire sternly. "We can’t afford any mistakes like that now. I’ll give you two a moment alone, but please control yourselves!" Lisa stood there and just stared for a moment before running over and hugging him. She kissed him gently and then pulled away. "Sorry, I don’t want to mess up your lipstick. Í can’t believe it," said Lisa as she stepped back. "I mean you are stunning. Fucking stunning!" "Thanks, I guess!" said Mike. "I don’t know about stunning, just hopefully passable for a few days." "No doubt! Have you seen yourself? Better than I could have ever imagined!" said Lisa, still in shock as she held his hand. "I mean your makeup looks flawless, and you’ve got better nails me. I’m jealous, and now I’ll need to get mine done." "Well, I guess theses girls know what they are doing," said Mike, cracking a smile as she broke the ice and relaxed him as she touched his face. "I like the look they chose for you? It’s so natural. Wait a second! Is that your actual hair?" said Lisa as she rubbed her hand on his neck, lifting his hair while hugging him and then tugged at it. "They colored your hair. OMG, you’re really a blonde. That’s amazing." "Well, I didn’t know they were going to do that?" replied Mike. "You didn’t realize it and did they ask you?" said Lisa, surprised. "Honey, I was confused about everything here," Mike explained. "They asked me what they could do, and they wanted to give me a bob or some things, i didn’t even understand what they were saying. I said I didn’t want a short girl’s haircut, and they could do whatever as long as they didn’t cut it, but I guess I should have been more explicit." "No, I love it on you. It’s so pretty on you," Lisa touched it. "It was a perfect choice, honestly. The cut, the color, and your highlights are gorgeous! Stand up for me and spin around." "Ok," said Mike nervously. "You’ve got a HOT BOD’ honey" said Lisa, laughing. "You better be careful with that rack and that little figure of yours. You’ve got the sexy Snow Bunny look with the stretch jeans, high boots and that tight sweater. The boys are going to love you, blondie." "Stop!" said Mike, annoyed as she teased him. "That’s not funny." "Ok girls, that’s enough now," said Claire as she re-entered the room. "Monique must now work on a few things in preparation for work tonight. Please excuse us now Lisa while we prepare her. You two will see each other later for orientation." "What things?" said Lisa. "I will be coaching her on her mannerisms, softening her voice a bit, and her walk," said Claire. "She needs practice on being more than just a pretty woman." "Ah true," said Lisa, smiling and nodding as she left the room. "See you later Mik--. I mean Monique." Claire immediately started working with Mike on softening his voice, sitting in a ladylike position, and simple mannerisms. They spent a lot of time walking and turning as she gradually increased the height of his heels and decreased the thickness, as they changed shoes and repeated the practice. They had simple dinner together and she showed him how a lady should eat, and simple table manners. It was a three hour crash course and slowly but surely, Mike proved to be a good student, as his skills as an actor in college theatre helped him to become ‘Monique’ in his new and important role. As they concluded their dinner, they heard the intercom system paging everyone to assemble in the main lobby for orientation. Nervously, Mike headed down the stairs and sat down next to Lisa in a seat she had put her purse on to save for him. Ginny and Beth saw him now for the first time, and could not stop whispering and staring at him, until Miss Adams noticed and cleared her throat as she was ready to begin. She would now give a detailed overview of the evening’s five hour event for her guest, which would begin with a cocktail reception, followed by some formal speeches, then big band hour, and concluding with final remarks and dessert. "Ladies, this evening marks our opening ceremonies, and the arrival of our honored guests," said Miss Adams, lecturing the group. "They are celebrities and distinguished professionals, and shall be treated with the utmost respect. Your jobs as you know are to welcome, serve, and escort them this evening. You are here to honor their wishes, and make them feel like royalty. You are not permitted to ask for autographs, attempt to date, or do anything which would make them uncomfortable. Be polite, professional and courteous. In a moment ,I will announce you so that you may a learn a bit about each other, and hand you your assignment package. You will each have multiple assignments during the evening as we transition through various phases of the event, so read your assignments carefully. Also in your package, you will see the name of your supervisor, every detail of your assignment, your wardrobe changes, and your name badge to be worn at all times on duty. Your room key and room number where you’ll be staying this weekend is also in the package, and your luggage has already been placed there and unpacked for you. And yes of course, before anyone asks me, tomorrow’s lift tickets and meal vouchers are also in the package. Thank you ladies, and now I will introduce you to each other." She began calling up each young lady by name, read a quick bio about them, and handed them an envelope with their assignment as they sat back down. Lisa got called after about six or seven other girls, and Miss Adams did a nice job on her bio as Mike wondered whether it would be his bio or Monique’s that would be read. "Our next young lady is not just your average girl from Middle America, but is a talented actress at her school, a cheerleading captain, and a blossoming woman, Please welcome, Monique!" said Miss Adams, grinning from ear to ear. "Monique enjoys dance where she serves as an instructor at her school. She loves hair and fashion, and aspires to some day be a leading lady in theatre. Monique is slightly shy, a good skier, and as of this morning, in the market for a new boyfriend. Please, welcome Monique everyone." A collective awe filled the room as Mike sat back down with his assignment as Lisa could barely contain her laughter. "She did a nice job weaving your real bio into a girls, I thought," said Lisa, whispering in his ear. "It’ll be fine and fun. Trust me, you’ll see, and this is going to be an amazing eye opening experience for you." Mike opened his envelope and was relieved that Lisa, Beth, and Ginny were his roommates. He immediately saw his name tag which said Monique, and pinned it on his sweater like everyone else’s, as Miss Adams continued with her speaking. Thankfully, his supervisor was Claire, which gave him at least some slight comfort. His first assignment was as a cocktail waitress, followed by that of an evening escort of a Mr. Alanne, and concluded with him as dessert hostess. He began reading the details of each position, as he was unclear what some of that meant he would be doing exactly. "Now ladies, please proceed to your rooms and check your belongings," said Miss Adams. "Then report to your first assignment in precisely 30 minutes. Thank you." The girls quickly shuttled to their rooms like herds of cattle as they were excited to finally see them, and quickly get ready for work. Ginny grabbed Mike’s arm and tugged at him as she smiled as they walked up the stairs together. "You’ve got some big boobs there, girlie. Can I have the number to that plastic surgeon," she whispered in his ear, teasing him. "And stay away from my boyfriend when we get home, because he’ll never look you in the eyes, anyway." "So Monique, I like what you’ve done with your hair!" said Beth, as she whispered in the other ear. "Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone you are not a natural blonde" "Very funny girls," said Mike, annoyed as they entered their room. "OMG Mike," teased Ginny, as they closed the door behind them. "Lisa, I think your boyfriend is hotter than you." "Hotter than all of us!" said Lisa, laughing as she kissed him. "But he’s my hot lesbian, so back off you bitches, because I’m not sharing her with you." Everyone had a good few laughs at Mike’s expense, and then surveyed the room before looking out their balcony at the mountain. It was an amazing sight as they were staying right at the base of the slopes, and could see everyone skiing. They also looked across and could see the place where the guys were staying, and saw some of them drinking beer as they sat on their balcony. "Mike, we are teasing you, but we all love you," said Ginny. "This is a brave and romantic thing you did for Lisa. For what it’s worth, we’re proud of you and we are all here to help you. Try to remember that ok?" "Thanks," said Mike, having a slight sense of relief. "Umm, I think this must be Monique’s stuff," said Beth as she opened a dresser and held out a black lace bra and a note. "Cause its way too big for the rest of us." "Damn, you have got an entire wardrobe laid out for you," said Ginny, as she came out of the large walk in closet holding a few dresses and a post it note. "It says here are a few dresses that should fit for clubbing after work." Lisa quickly read the note, which said, "Monique, we have provided an appropriate amount of ski clothing, club wear, undergarments, and general outfits for your stay. Some of which you tried on, and some of which you didn’t. Let me know if you need more, and have fun here in Aspen with your girlfriends, Claire." "Holy shit!" said Lisa. "These people are serious out there. They don’t miss a detail. We better get down there and get dressed for work! What did everyone get for their first assignment? I’m a hostess and greeter." "I’m a coat checker," said Beth. "I’m a cocktail waitress serving drinks," said Ginny. "Me too, but I’m serving appetizers it says," said Mike. "Well, let’s get moving then," said Lisa as they left the room and headed off to work. "Wow, they are throwing him right in the fire. Aren’t they?" whispered Beth to Ginny. "A cocktail waitress!" "Trust me, I know. You are wearing a pantsuit as a coat check girl. I did my fitting for the cocktail waitress outfit and it’s pretty skimpy, and I don’t think there’s more than one type," said Ginny, whispering back to Beth. "So he’s in for a rude awakening!!"
It had been a few weeks since the modeling job and I spent most of my time laying around in my bra and underwear watching tv. I ran into a bit of trouble when I was doing laundry and ruined all of my male briefs. I was thankful in some strange way to have been given the all the panties a couple weeks prior. I wasn't in any rush to buy more briefs because I actually found the panties to be quite comfortable. All the prosthetics were still holding strong and I got pretty used to wearing them. The perm was still holding strong as well. I did find myself having to sit down to pee, which got pretty annoying.
It was around the end of the third week of wearing the prosthetics when I was lying on my couch in my lace bra and black thong and a commercial came on for a women's clothing store. It was very sexual and there were a lot of beautiful women. As I watched the commercial I started getting aroused. I hadn't been able to cum since getting the prosthetic vagina put on because I didn't know how I would do it. At this point though I was beyond horny.
I shoved three fingers into my pussy and started to rub my penis. It started to swell and I quickly realized the swelling was causing the prosthetic to tear at my skin. I tried to hurry up because the pain was becoming significant. I picked up the pace and started pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy as fast as I could. I was so close but just need that extra little bit to get me over the edge. I quickly shoved all four fingers into my pussy and vigorously pumped my fingers in and out. Eventually I came and it was the best orgasm I had ever experienced. Cum flew out of my pussy and all over my couch. Eventually my body stopped shaking and I laid there exhausted.
I thought that must have been quite a site. If anyone were watching it would have looked like I just fucked myself to climax. I couldn't wait to get the prosthetics off and go back to my normal life.
During the few weeks I spent laying around I had not been able to look for any jobs looking the way I was and it was nearing the end of the month when my next rent payment would be due. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but I knew I had to do it fast. I sat around for a while thinking of what to do when I heard my phone ring.
"Hey, Penelope. It's Jordyn."
"Hey, Jordyn. It's been a while."
"Yeah, it sure has. Anyway, I was calling to see if you could meet me for lunch. I might have a job for you."
I couldn't believe my luck.
"Yes of course. Tell me where and I'll be there as soon as possible."
She told me to meet her at the local coffee shop and also said, "And make sure you look presentable. I'm bringing someone with that you need to impress."
I thought I knew what she meant but I wasn't sure so I asked anyway.
"Yeah. Shave your body and wear something nice. You know what, just wear the outfit I bought you and you'll be fine."
"Okay, be there soon." I said as I hung up the phone.
"Great." I said to myself sarcastically. Who knew what kind of job she had to offer me. I desperately needed the money though so I hopped into bath and shaved my body. Once I was shaven I even took some time to reshape my eyebrows. It only took a couple of minutes since they hadn't grown in much. I made sure my hair was nice and headed for my bedroom.
I went into my drawers and pulled out a pair of lace panties and a matching bra. It appeared that all the bras I owned were push up bras because they all gave me a very deep cleavage. I then went and put on the skirt, blouse, and heels and headed for the door. On my way out I found the sunglasses Jordyn had let me borrow and put those on.
As I made my way down the street I felt oddly feminine with the way my hips swayed as I walked and how my breasts naturally bounced with each step I took. It was somewhat mesmerizing but eventually I snapped out of it and reminded myself that the prosthetics should be off soon and I would be able to go back to a normal life.
When I got to the coffee shop I saw Jordyn and she came over and gave me a big hug.
"It's so good to see you again, Penelope. You look fantastic."
"It's good to see you too."
"Follow me to our table." She said as she led me to our table.
We sat down and I said, "I thought you said there would be someone else here?"
"I did. She'll be here soon."
As we waited for her friend she told me about the job opportunity.
"I'm sure you're curious about what the job is?"
"Yes, very." I said with intrigue.
"Well, I must ask you first. Have you ever done any acting?"
"Yes. I was in a few school plays. Nothing major."
"That's perfectly fine. I'm so glad to hear it because my friend might have a pretty well paying gig for you."
I was pretty excited as we waited for her friend. Eventually a very beautiful woman in her mid 30's walked in wearing an expensive looking cream dress and purple high heels. Her hair was immaculately styled with not one hair out of place. She walked over to our table and Jordyn and I stood up. Jordyn reached out her hand and said, "It's so lovely to see you again."
They kissed on both cheeks and then Jordyn turned gestured toward me and said, "This is Penelope."
I reached out my hand and we engaged in the same cheek kissing as her and Jordyn had done. I got a little aroused by being so close to such a beautiful women. Then she said, "My name is Kate and I'd like to talk to you about an opportunity."
We sat down and I was all ears.
"I have a play that will be running for a few months at the local theatre. We need someone to play the young transsexual lover and Jordyn here says you would be the perfect fit."
I was really disappointed when I heard she wanted me to play a transsexual. I was about to refuse because I just couldn't see myself dressing as a women for three months even if it were just a few nights a week.
Before I could say anything Kate said, "Before you decide let me write down how much you'll be making. I know this is a big commitment and I want you to be properly rewarded."
She wrote a number down on a piece of paper and slid it to me. I picked it up and was in shock at the number. It was more than enough to pay for my rent for the year. I looked at Jordyn with a shocked look on my face.
"You'd be so perfect for the role." she said smiling at me.
"I'll do it." I said almost immediately.
"Wonderful. Here is your contract. Make sure to read it over."
She handed me a contract and I just skimmed through it and signed it. I handed it back to her and she said, "Perfect. I'll see you on Sunday."
At that she got up and left. I looked at Jordyn and she said, "I knew you would be excited. And don't worry, I'm helping with the play so I'll be there all the time."
"Thank you so much."
I gave Jordyn a hug and then went home.
I couldn't believe my luck. I was getting paid a ton of money and all I had to do was wear a dress a few nights a week. I had a hard time thinking of any negatives as I went home, stripped down into my bra and panties, and watched tv for the rest of the night.
When Sunday finally rolled around I got up bright and early, shaved my body, threw on a matching bra and panty set, found some jeans and a t-shirt, and headed for the theatre. When I got there I saw Jordyn standing with Kate and some of the cast.
"There she is." Jordyn said as she ran over to give me a hug.
"Everyone, this is Penelope."
I just waved and assumed that Jordyn had told them I was a transsexual. I didn't want to risk my job so I just let them believe what they wanted. Jordyn introduced me to the cast one by one and eventually we got to a tall, handsome, strong looking man who looked like a movie star.
"This is Mark. He is going to be playing your love interest."
I nearly forgot that she said I had a love interest. I wasn't sure how I felt about that but I wasn't too worried. I shook his hand and as I did so he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I didn't know what to say so I just said, "Nice to meet you."
He smiled and we moved on. Kate then came by and said, "We need you to meet you stylist for the duration of the play. Come with me."
I followed her backstage and walked in to see a young, short, blonde woman with long wavy blonde hair and a cheerleader's body. She was very peppy and very delighted to see me.
"I want to see what she will look like in her stage makeup. So get to it." Kate said as she left.
The stylist introduced herself as Megan and began applying my makeup. She would explain what she was doing as she went along, which I thought was odd because why would I ever need to know how to apply my own makeup. I let her continue though and when she was done I looked like a prom queen. The makeup was flawless and I couldn't believe how well she did.
She then told me to strip naked. I was thrown back a bit and she gave me a look that said, "Let's go. We don't have all day.
I stripped naked and she started inspecting my prosthetics. I could here her saying, "Good, good."
I spoke up and said, "Their due to come off any day now."
While I was saying that she went and grabbed some weird goop. She started pulling lightly on my right breast and eventually it came off.
"Wow. What a relief." I said happily.
Before I could even react though Megan had covered the breast with glue and slapped it back on my right nipple.
"That should hold for 3 or 4 months."
"What the hell? What are you doing?" I said startled.
She looked up and said, "Kate told me it was part of the contract."
I looked at her confused and said, "What? What do you mean?"
Megan called for Kate who came walking in and said, "What is it, dear."
I looked at Kate and said, "Do I have to wear these prosthetics for the next 3 months?"
Without batting an eye she said, "Yes, that was part of the agreement. Your to live as your character 24/7 until the play is finished. I named your character Penelope so it would be easier for you too."
I looked at her shocked. I now knew that the job was to good to be true. I just accepted my fate and let Megan continue reapplying the prosthetics. When she was done she got me dressed in what looked like a pink strapless prom dress and told me to go see Kate.
As I walked out I found Kate and she turned to me and said, "Oh my god! You look absolutely perfect!"
I just stood there not saying a word. I couldn't comprehend spending the next three months as a woman. The rest of the day was a blur. We didn't rehearse much. We just read the first bit of the play. It was some story about teenage lovers. I was obviously one of the lovers.
The whole time I couldn't help but think of the mess I was in. Every time I got down though I would just think of the money. Eventually the day came to an end. I went to get changed back into my clothes but couldn't find them anywhere.
I found Megan and asked where my clothing was. She said, "Right this way."
I followed her back into the wardrobe room and she pointed a bunch of suitcases full of clothing. I went over and only saw skirts, blouses, dresses, and other girly things. I turned to Megan and said, "I don't see the clothes that I wore this morning."
"Oh we threw those out. We'll be by your apartment later to get the rest of your clothing."
Again I was shocked.
"You can grab those suitcases and take them with you. All that clothing is yours for the next 3 months."
I couldn't believe it. I should have read the contract more carefully. I didn't know what to say so I just got changed into a ruffled skirt, loose blouse, and high heels and started taking all the suitcases out to my car. I could hardly fit everything in there but eventually I was able to squeeze everything in. I went home and unloaded all the clothing from my car. As I finished a truck pulled up in front of my building. A man got out and said, "You Penelope?"
I looked at him and said, "Yes."
"I'm here to get your clothes."
I just let him in and pointed him to my bedroom. He removed all my clothing and left. So there I was with an entirely new wardrobe and I was legally obligated to wear all of it. I stripped down into my bra and panties and just laid on my bed.
The next day I had to be at the theatre in the afternoon so I planned on sleeping in. Instead I was awoken by a knock at my door. I opened it and saw Megan standing there.
"Morning, Penelope." she said with excitement.
"What are you doing here?"
"I brought you all your cosmetics that you'll be needing. You are legally obligated to wear makeup and do you hair everyday so I thought I'd come by and help you out."
"Oh god." I said quietly to myself.
She took several trips to her car and in the end I now had a huge variety of makeup and styling tools. I couldn't believe I had agreed to this. I figured it was only three months though so I could make it through if I just did what was asked of me.
She spent the next few hours teaching me how to do my makeup, hair, and nails. I was pretty awful at first but she was determined to teach me until I figured everything out. I was exhausted by the end but I finally got good enough to do my own hair and makeup. She then said we had to get going but before we left she helped me pick out an outfit for the day.
I ended up being dressed in a white and pink sundress that matched my pink lips. She gave me a few accessories including bracelets and a gold necklace. She told me I would need to get my ears pierced as soon as possible as well.
I threw on some wedges and we took off for the theatre. Once we arrived the entire cast was there, including Jordyn. She ran over to me giving me a hug and saying, "Girl, you look fabulous."
I just said, "Thanks."
We started reading through the rest of the play and I realized that I had gotten myself into an even stickier situation than I thought. It turns out Mark and I played forbidden lovers and in many scenes we would need to get very close with each other. There were quite a few romantic moments that would lead up to a passionate love scene. As we read through the love scene I got very uncomfortable. When it was finished I looked over at Mark and he gave me an admiring stare. I quickly turned away and felt sick.
"I think you're going to do great Penelope." Jordyn said as everyone started heading home for the day.
"I think you and Mark are going to make a very sweet couple."
I didn't say anything after that and just gathered my things and started heading for my car. On my way to the car Megan ran over to me and handed me some women's magazines and said, "You're going to need to catch up on the latest styles and trends so I got you these."
I just thanked here and started getting in my car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot Kate saw me and yelled, "I hope you like your new place Penelope. My workers have been hard at work all day."
I had no idea what she meant and just gave her a smile and a wave. I headed home and when I pulled into the driveway I noticed a man that I had never seen before leaving my building. I thought nothing of it and when I walked past him he said, "Enjoy." As he continued off.
Confused I entered the building and headed toward my apartment. When I opened the door I was in for a major shock. Kate must have had people come in and completely redo my apartment. None of my old stuff was there and it was completely feminine looking. I rushed to my room and realized nearly everything was pink and covered in lace. My whole apartment looked similar and the whole thing made me light headed like I was about to faint. I just laid on my bed for a while until I could gather myself. I realized I had really committed to the play in more ways than I thought. There was nothing I could do so I just accepted my fate of having to live as a woman for the next 3 months.
I tried to relax that night but they had taken away my tv and computer so I didn't have my usual entertainment. Those were replaced with an outstanding amount of women's magazines. I decided there was nothing better to do and grabbed a magazine and sat down on the floral print couch to read. I read all about the latest fashion and celebrity gossip and eventually found an article called "50 ways to please your man". I just put the magazine down without reading it and went on to the next one.
As I went to grab for the next magazine on the coffee table I noticed one of its drawers were slightly open. I went to close if fully and heard something role inside of it. I opened the drawer up, curious as to what was inside and when I saw what it was I let out a loud, "Jesus Christ!"
It was a large dildo around 8 inches long and very thick. I picked it up and felt how realistic it was. After a few short moments I put it on the table and went back to the magazines. As I was reading I couldn't help but get aroused by all of the women in the magazines. My cock began to stiffen within my vagina and I started to feel the pain of it tearing at my skin. I knew my only hope at relief was to masturbate to completion. I shoved my fingers in my pussy and started to fuck myself. I tried as hard as I could but for some reason I couldn't get off. Megan must have glued it a bit different on me than last time. The pain really started to kick in and I was getting desperate. I then looked over at the dildo on the coffee table and thought I just had to use it. There was no other way, and besides, no one would find out.
I grabbed the dildo and quickly shoved it in my pussy. It was very dry so I took it out and spit on it and shoved it back in. I started thrusting it into my pussy as far as it would go. I rode the dildo as hard as I could until the pain finally subsided and cum squirted all over myself. Just as I was climaxing I heard a knock on the door. I heard a voice say, "Hello?"
Just then as I was cumming in walked Jordyn and Ryan who saw me in my bra and panties fucking myself with the 8-inch dildo.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Jordyn said as her and Ryan diverted their eyes.
"We'll give you a moment."
They then left the apartment and shut the door. I just sat there coming down from my high and a huge wave of regret washed over me. I was extremely embarrassed as I slid the dildo out of my pussy and put it back in the drawer. I pulled up my panties and wiped the cum off my legs. Then I went to my room and threw on a sundress and washed my hands clean of my cum.
As I went stood at my door I gave myself a once over making sure I looked somewhat presentable. I opened the door and saw the two of them standing there.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that. I'm so embarrassed." I said still flooded with embarrassment.
"Don't worry, girl. I completely understand." She said with a wink.
"We're sorry to barge in on you like that." Said Ryan.
I just gave them an embarrassed smile while I diverted my eyes.
"Anyway, we came to see how you like your new apartment." Jordyn said as she walked in admiring the place.
They came in and took a seat and I offered them some coffee. We took a seat in the living room and Jordyn went on and on about how much she loved everything about my place. She wouldn't stop telling me how jealous she was and I just nodded along smiling. I was sure there was no way in hell I would get lucky with her ever after what she just witnessed. Eventually they headed out and as I shut the door behind them I let out a huge sigh.
I started feeling frustrated as I pulled off my dress and took of my bra and panties until I was completely naked. I tried my hardest to pull the prosthetics off but that only ended in pain and me lying on the couch exhausted. Then I felt incredibly overwhelmed and started to cry. It must have been a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as I spent the next few minutes crying.
All I could think about was not wanting to be a woman for the next 3 months but eventually I remembered the money and stopped crying. I got dressed again and thought I may as well make the best of it as I sat down, crossed my legs, and finished reading through the women's magazines. On the brightside I didn't have to worry about money for the next year and I had some of the most beautiful women around me all the time.
As I sat in the food court of my local mall I worried about my future. I was 22 years old and recently lost my job at an electronics store. I didn't have enough money and wasn't sure how I was going to come up with rent. I was going through the ads in the local newspaper when a gorgeous woman caught my eye. She was around 5'9" with gorgeous eyes and an amazing body. She had beautiful long brown hair and an amazing smile. She wore tight jeans and a tight fitted sweater with a scarf around her neck. She was mesmerizing. I saw her sit down and start eating and as I watched her all I could think about was how much I wanted to ask her out.
Not that I had a chance though. I was only 5'7" with a very slim build. I had shoulder length brown hair that I normally kept up in a ponytail. Because of my looks I never had much confidence with the ladies and never even had a girlfriend. This resulted in me still being a virgin, which frustrated me to no end.
I continued to watch her eat and eventually she caught me staring. Instead of reacting negatively though she smiled, got up and started approaching me. I was unbelievably nervous. Gorgeous women would never approach me. When she reached my table I said, "I'm sorry for staring."
"Nonsense." she said with a smile.
"May I take a seat?"
"Yes, please." I said with excitement.
"My name is Jordyn. Nice to meet you." she said as she reached out her hand with her freshly manicured nails.
I shook her hand and said, "My name is Dylan."
I couldn't believe a girl this beautiful had just approached me. I thought I must have been dreaming.
"I came over here to ask you a question."
"Please, ask away."
"Well I work for a modeling agency and I was wondering if you'd like a job at a photo shoot we are doing soon."
I found that very odd. I had definitely never been considered modeling material before.
"Yes. You seem to be perfect for the job."
"Well I'm not sure. I've never modeled before."
"Don't worry. We can teach you everything when you're there. It also pays quite well."
That made me perk up and become very intrigued.
"How much? If you don't mind me asking."
She gave me a number and it was more than enough to pay for rent.
"Wow. Well how can I say no to that. Sure, I'll definitely do it."
"Perfect!" she said with a big smile.
She told me where the shoot would be and I wrote down the address.
"Okay, Dylan. Be there tomorrow at 10:00 am sharp. See you then." As she got up and started walking away she turned back to me and said, "Oh, and make sure you shave off all the hair on your body except for your head and eyebrows." she then proceeded to walk off.
I took a moment to watch her walk away and then thought about how lucky I was to meet such a gorgeous women. I also couldn't believe that she thought I was model material. I hoped that maybe I would have a shot with asking her out.
That night I could hardly sleep. I made sure to shave completely before I went to bed. I got up the next day with plenty of time to get to my destination. When I got to the building I noticed it was a big studio apartment complex. I walked in and looked for the apartment I was to go too. The apartment was on the third floor so I made my way over to the elevator. As I was about to enter the elevator a familiar voice said, "Wait for me!"
It was Jordyn. She was wearing a beautiful sundress that showed of her body wonderfully.
"Good morning Jordyn."
"Morning. Are you all ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
We got to the third floor and headed for the apartment. When we entered I noticed all of the lights and cameras. It appeared to be a pretty high-class photo shoot. There was a very handsome male model there as well. I thought that he looked a lot like a young Brad Pitt. Jordyn led me to one of the back rooms where a tiny red headed woman was waiting. There was a tall chair and a very high-end makeup vanity with light bulbs all around the mirror. There was a large assortment of makeup, sprays and devices that I guessed were for styling hair.
Jordyn introduced me and the red head introduced herself as Leah. She was very high energy and told me to take a seat so she could get started. I did as she asked and took a seat.
"I'll leave you two for now and check back in in a bit." Jordyn said as she left the room.
Leah began by saying, "So I hear this is your first time modeling."
"Yeah. It's all a very new to me."
"Well I'm glad Jordyn finally found someone for this job. It's been tough."
I thought nothing of her comment as she went to work on my face. She washed it thoroughly and then rubbed moisturizer on my face. She followed that with some primer, concealer, and foundation. I didn't now why I needed all this makeup. She was the expert though so I just let her go to work. Next came some highlighter and bronzer followed by blush. I thought the blush to be a little much but again said nothing.
I thought we were done at that point when she reached for some tweezers. I figured she was just going to pluck some stray hairs but after a few minutes of plucking I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyebrows had been shaped in to two very feminine arches. I let out an audible, "Whoa."
She responded with, "I know honey. They look a lot better."
I didn't know what to say. She then pulled out her makeup kit and that was when I started getting concerned. She pulled out a device and began curling my eyelashes. Then she brought out eyeliner and started applying it around my eyes. Next came the mascara and black eye shadow. My eyes looked very feminine and I was worried about what I had gotten myself into. Finally she pulled out some deep red lipstick and applied a thick coating to my lips. I looked completely different. I could hardly recognize myself.
Just then Jordyn walked back in and I looked at her with a look of concern and asked if I could talk to her for a moment. She walked over and said, "What's up?"
"What's up with this?" I said as I pointed to my face.
"You don't like it? I think it looks fabulous."
She clearly didn't get what I was saying but I didn't want to upset anyone and lose the money so I just said, "No. It looks great."
Jordyn then left again and Leah went back to work. She started playing with my hair and brushing it out. Then she brought out a bag and reached in and grabbed what looked like hair.
"Your going to love your hair when I'm done." she said enthusiastically.
The next hour consisted of her gluing extensions into my hair until I had more than I thought was possible. It reached down to my back and when she was done her gluing she began setting my hair in curlers. In the end I had a ton of soft wavy curls that had a ton of volume and reached half way down my back.
I didn't know what was going on. I thought maybe this was just some weird modelling thing I didn't understand. I had always seen pictures where the models wore ridiculous outfits. Though this seemed different. From the neck up I looked entirely like a women.
As I was having these thoughts Leah said, "Alright off with the shirt."
I took off my shirt delicately trying not to ruin any of the work she had done. Once I had my shirt off she asked me to lay back in the chair. She then turned away from me and started playing with something in her hands. Next thing I knew she spun around and slapped something on my right nipple. I realized quickly that it was a very realistic breast. It looked to be about a D-cup.
I was caught off guard and let out a little yelp.
"I'm sorry. They can be a little cold."
Next she slapped the left breast on and held them both there for a few minutes. Eventually the glue dried and I felt the weight of my new breasts. It was really strange and I didn't know what to say. As I was thinking about whether or not to speak up Leah said, "Off with the pants."
I stood up and took my pants off. She just stood there for a moment and said, "The underwear too. Don't be shy."
I looked concerned but eventually I worked up the courage to take off my underwear.
So there I stood. With a face covered in makeup, a big head of hair that fell to the middle of my back, and two D-cup breasts I was uncertain of what was next. I had a rather tiny penis so I was afraid Leah might say something but instead she just got to work with what she was doing. She told me to put my hands on the table that was near by. I did as she said and then felt her hand reach between my legs and grab my balls. Before I could even respond she had pushed my balls into my body and pulled my penis between my legs. Next she slapped some kind of prosthetic between my legs and held it there firmly. After a few minutes she let go and I noticed that my penis was now glued down by what appeared to be a very realistic looking vagina.
"You're going to need to sit down to pee while you have that on, dear."
At this point I was rather confused but still had my eye on the prize. I just needed to do what they said, get my money, and get out of here.
Leah then came out with a clothing rack full of clothes. There was more clothes here than I probably ever had in my entire life. She reached into the rack and pulled out a pile of clothes. She handed me a black lace thong and told me to put it on. I pulled the thong up my hairless legs and let the string in the back slide into my ass. It felt very odd. Next she handed me some stockings and she showed me how to put them on without ruining them. This was followed but a garter belt to hold them up. She then slid a tight black miniskirt up my legs over my bum.
Next she put a black corset on me and pulled the strings in the back very tight. I could hardly breath and I couldn't bend over very well so when the time came to put on the back high heeled shoes she had to assist me. Finally she showed me how to walk and reminded me to sway my hips as I walked to make it easier. It was tough at first because the heels were at least 4 inches but evertually I got the hang of it.
When I was completely ready Jordyn walked back in and said, "OMG girl, you look stunning. I'm so glad I found you at the mall yesterday!"
I was thrown off by her calling me girl but forgot all about it when she came over and gave me a hug. I could smell her amazing perfume and couldn't believe I was so close to such an attractive women.
"It's time for the shoot ladies!" she said as she pulled away.
As we walked to the main room she gave me a debriefing of what to expect.
"So in this shoot you are going to be Penelope and you are going to be posing with a man named Tim."
I wasn't sure how I felt about posing with a man but again I just thought about the money.
"Just do as the photographer says and everything will be fine."
As we entered the room Jordyn walked me over to the male model and said, "This will be your Penelope for the day. Have fun."
He shook my hand and smiled.
Right away the photographer started taking pictures of us by ourselves. He had me stand in all kind of positions. All of them seemed rather sexual but I just did as he said and did it to the best of my abilities.
"Okay. Now I want the two of you together." the photographer said.
"Sit down next to each other on that bench. Tim you look at the camera and Penelope you cross your legs, put one arm on his shoulder, the other on his chest and try and stare longingly at him."
I did as he said but hesitated slightly because Tim was shirtless and it made me a little uncomfortable.
He took a bunch of pictures of us touching each other. Mostly of me looking like I was lusting after Tim. At one point the photographer said, "I want Penelope on her hands and knees and Tim behind her in the doggy style position."
Tim was now only wearing briefs so this was going to be rather uncomfortable but I did as the man wanted and got down on my hands and knees. Tim got down behind me and grabbed my waist and pulled me towards his groin.
"Good. Now Penelope you need to look like you are dying to have Tim's cock inside of you. And Tim I want you to pull Penelope's ass into your groin tightly."
I did the best I could and when Tim pulled my ass towards his groin I could feel his thick flaccid penis making its way into my ass. Tim began to thrust slightly into my ass as I tried to push back and look like I wanted his cock inside me.
"Good! Good!" the photographer said as he snapped multiple pictures.
I could feel Tim start to get slightly hard and for some reason I started getting hard as well. I tried to stop but Tim just kept pulling me onto his cock.
"Yes! Yes! Just a few more moments."
Just then I felt my penis start to leak pre cum and I let out a little moan.
"Good Penelope! Really get into it!"
This continued for a minute and when he said stop I reached down and realized I had soiled my panties. I was very embarrassed and ashamed although nobody seemed to notice or care.
We just stood up and the photographer came over and congratulated us on the great shoot.
I walked over to Jordyn and she said, "Great job out there. You looked great."
I thanked her and she handed me a cheque. I was so grateful. I thought I might not have another chance and thought I should try and see if she wanted to get something to eat after this. Right as I was about to say anything a man came up behind her and said, "Hey, babe. Are you soon done here?"
Jordyn turned and put her arms around the tall handsome man and gave him a kiss.
"Just about. We're just finishing up."
Jordyn looked back at me and said, "This is my boyfriend Ryan."
She then looked back at Ryan and said, "This is one of our models. Her name is Penelope."
I shook his hand and thought it weird that she introduced me as Penelope. I was really disappointed that she had a boyfriend but at least I had some money. Just as I was thinking that I heard Jordyn say to Ryan, "This is Penelope's first time modeling and I must say she did a very good job. I was so lucky to find her in the mall. I've been looking everywhere for someone for our transsexual photo shoot."
I was shocked to hear her say this. She must have thought with my slim build and long hair that I was a transsexual. I tried to correct her but Ryan cut me off and said, "Well you look beautiful Penelope. You should be proud."
Jordyn then said, "You really should be Penelope. Anyway we have to go. It's been fun."
At that she walked off. I had just unknowingly participated in a photo shoot for transsexuals and was very confused. I thought that would just be the end of it so I went to look for Leah to get all this stuff off of me.
I found her in the makeup room and she said, "Let me get that makeup off you darling."
She then proceeded to take all my makeup off. When she was done I said, "So what about all this stuff." I said pointing to my hair, breasts, and vagina.
"Oh, that is all glued on with surgical glue. It could be months before that stuff comes off."
My face turned white and my eyes widened.
"A month!" I said in shock.
"At least. If you try and take anything off before it falls off then you could rip all the skin away."
I didn't know what to say. I was now stuck with a full head of hair, realistic fake breasts, and a realistic looking vagina. I didn't know what to do. I figured I could just try and lay low for a while and hope it all fell off sooner than later.
Leah said she had to get going so I quickly stripped off my clothes and put on my clothes. I then said goodbye and left.
Walking around in my boy clothes was weird because I had two large mounds pointing out of my chest. My long flowing hair was also strange and my vagina didn't help. I was getting all kinds of looks as I walked back to my apartment. When I caught glimpses of myself in shop windows I could have sworn I was a woman with my long hair, feminine eyebrows, and obvious breasts. There wasn't much I could do though so I just went back to my apartment and called it a night.
The next day I woke up and was surprised by my hair, breasts, and vagina but quickly remembered the events of the previous day. I went and took a shower hoping the prosthetics might come off. They didn't budge at all. I got out and got dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. After breakfast I went to try and do something about my hair.
I blow-dried it out and when it dried it seemed to somehow maintain its soft wavy curls from the day before. I figured there was nothing I could do and remembered the cheque Jordyn had given me. I gathered my things and headed for the bank.
On the walk my swinging breasts constantly distracted me and they began to hurt my back. I continued heading towards the bank and when I got there I went inside and waited in line. When I got to the front of the line I head a teller yell, "Next!"
As I approached the women said, "How can I help you ma'am."
She obviously thought I was a girl but I just focused on depositing my cheque and leaving.
"Just depositing a cheque." I said in response.
After the transaction was complete she said, "You have a nice day ma'am."
As I left I thought about how I couldn't wait for this stuff to come off.
On my way home I noticed that my back was hurt quite a lot and took a seat on a bench. As a bus rolled by there was an advertisement on the side that showed a women in a bra and it read, "Our bras offer the best support."
I realized that if I didn't want back problems for a month I was going to have to go and buy a bra. I swallowed my pride and headed to the nearest women's underwear store. I took a deep breath and walked through the front doors. I thought I would be given dirty looks but the few women that did turn and look at me just turned away and did nothing. I thought I must look like more of a women then I first thought.
I headed over to the rack of bras and was overwhelmed with the selection. I stood there sifting through bras and holding them up to myself trying to figure out which one I needed.
A staff member must have seen me because as I was looking I heard, "Excuse me miss. Do you need some help?"
I turned to see a bubbly little blonde headed girl standing next to me. She looked to be around 18 and was fairly attractive. I hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes I'm looking for a bra. I'm not sure what size I am."
"Well you look to be about a 36-D. Why don't you try this one on and tell me how it feels."
She handed me a black lace bra and I headed to the changing room. It was weird being in a women's changing room but as soon as I got in there I closed the door and took off my shirt. I fiddled with the bra for a while trying to get it on and finally I got the hang of it. Once it was on I felt instant relief. I did notice however that it pushed my boobs up and together giving me very prominent cleavage. I paid it no mind and figured no one would see my breasts anyway.
I kept it on, put my shirt back on and walked out of the changing room. The bubbly blonde was standing there and said, "How does it feel?"
I gave her a smile and said, "It fits great. I'm going to wear it out if that's alright."
"Sure, not a problem. If you need anything else just give me a shout."
She walked off and I headed toward the cashier. As I was about to reach the cashier I heard someone say, "Penelope!"
I looked to my left and saw Jordyn. I was pretty embarrassed being seen by this gorgeous women shopping for a bra. Being called Penelope also annoyed me but I wasn't going to say anything. She walked over and said, "Fancy meeting you here."
"Yeah." I said with a smile.
"I see you're still wearing the prosthetics from yesterday. Didn't want to take them off?"
"No, there glued on for at least a month."
"Oh, so what are you doing here?"
"Just buying a bra. I was having some back pains."
"Don't we all." she said with a laugh.
"Look at you though. You look like you could use some new clothes." she said looking me up and down.
"Yeah, I guess." I said hesitantly.
"Well why don't I get you a few things. Consider it a gift for your work yesterday."
"Oh no, I couldn't."
"I insist. Let's have a look around and get you a few sets of bras and panties."
At that she grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the panties. She went through a plethora of panties and picked up at least five pair. A few were normal cotton panties, one had a lace trimming and the last was a lace thong, similar to the one I wore the day before. She also had me wear the thong out of the store, as it was the last pair I tried on and she said she wouldn't let me wear some ragged briefs out of this store.
"Not on my watch." She said playfully.
Next we went to the bras and she got me at least 4 bras. They were all very sexy looking and all I could think about was how well they would look on her. That fantasy was quickly shattered when she would hold them up to me and say, "So cute!"
When we were done I had a bag full of women's bras and panties and was glad it was all over.
As we were leaving Jordyn said, "So what are your plans for the day?"
"This was pretty much all I had planned."
"Well I'm meeting up with a friend if you want to come with and hang out with us."
I figured why not. When would I be able to be so close with such a beautiful women. Maybe I would get lucky and find out she was bisexual. At the very least I would have a good story to tell when I got older.
"Sure. Why not."
We walked to her car and when we got there I threw my bag in the back and sat down in he passenger seat. She said we were meeting her friend at the mall and we took off. Her car was a convertible and put the top down as we drove. My hair was blowing in the wind and going everywhere. Jordyn notice my hair was hitting me in my eyes and gave me a pair of her sunglasses. I took them and put them on. They were a very light brown color and were definitely very feminine but I was grateful my hair was not hitting my eyes anymore.
When we arrived at the mall Jordyn said, "We're meeting her at the salon. Let's go."
We got out and headed for the salon. Once there a woman who looked to be around 5'10" came running over to Jordyn. They hugged each other and told each other how cute they looked. Jordyn then turned to me and said, "This is my friend Sophie."
She looked back at Sophie and said, "This is Penelope. She was one of the models at our photo shoot yesterday."
Sophie cam over to me and gave me a hug. She was a beautiful woman with dark blonde hair and obviously a model. She had that thin model frame.
"It's so nice to meet you!" she said happily.
"Nice to meet you too."
"We're going to have to get you looking proper, girl." She said playfully.
She then looked back at the receptionist and said, "Suzie, do you have room for one more?"
"Sure thing hun." The receptionist said.
"Great let's go." She said as she grabbed Jordyn and I's hand.
Normally I wouldn't want to be spending the day at a salon but since I was with two beautiful women I didn't care as much. I figured I could undo whatever was done to me anyway.
We headed in to the salon and each took a seat in a salon chair next to each other. I was in the middle with the girls on either side of me. Three beauticians came over and Jordyn said to mine, "Give her the works. It's on me."
She gave me a wink and the beautician went to work. She started on my toenails. She painted them a very sexy red color. She then pulled out a case and started gluing nails onto my fingers. She painted those the same color red and I just went with it knowing I could remove it all later.
After she was done painting my fingernails Jordyn leaned over to me and said, "Your going to have those nails for as long as you have those prosthetics. It works out perfectly."
I got wide-eyed, turned to her and said, "What?"
"That glue is as strong if not stronger than the glue they used yesterday."
I didn't know what to say.
"I'm just looking out for my fellow lady." she said with a smile.
She obviously didn't know that I didn't want this. But what could I say. It's not like there was anything I could do now.
Next the women went to work applying a wide array of makeup to my face. When she was done I had beautiful smokey eyes, long lashes, and glossy red lips that matched my nails.
Finally the beautician started working on my hair. I wasn't sure what she was doing but it consisted of her putting some solution in my hair and putting it in curlers. After a long wait the curlers were removed and I had a very well done perm. I had fairly loose curls that went all the way down my back.
As we got up to leave Jordyn told me about how I had just gotten a perm and that it should last at least a month. Again I wasn't happy but there wasn't anything I could do at that point. I did ask for this in a weird way.
Jordyn paid for me and we left the salon.
"I think we need to get you a cute outfit, Penelope." Sophie said as she turned to me.
"I agree Sophie." Said Jordyn.
At that we went to a women's clothing store and they started going wild trying to find something nice for me. I just tagged along hoping maybe they would try something on and I could get a look at one of them naked.
I was very wrong and ended up leaving the store wearing a high waisted tight fitted black skirt and a loose white blouse that showed off my deep cleavage. I felt so embarrassed to be out in public like I was and hoped I could just leave and get all of this stuff off of me.
"You can't be wearing those sneakers with that outfit. You need some heels, girl."
They dragged me to the shoe store and they bought me a pair of red open toed pumps. They were hard to walk in at first but I remembered my training from the day before and started swaying my hips as I walked.
We went and got some coffee and then we parted ways. I remembered that I needed to see a guy about a watch he was selling. Today was the only day he could do it and I just had to get it. I was sure I could just explain myself and say it was all a bet or something. I told Jordyn that and she dropped me off in front of the guy's house.
I only met him a few times before through work so I wasn't very friendly with him. I was hoping to just go in, pay for the watch, and get out of there. As soon as I got out of the car and Jordyn pulled away I realized I had left all my old clothes in her car. There was nothing I could do so I just headed toward the door and knocked.
The man came to the door and I said, "Hey, Bill. I'm here about the watch."
"What? Who are you?" he said very confused.
"It's me, Dylan. From the electronics store."
"Dylan? What the fuck? I thought you were a woman."
"Yeah. It's a long story."
He let me in and I walked into his living room. My heels clicked as I walked to his living room. I looked at the watch which was on the coffee table.
"Looks great. I'll take it."
"Alright. It's 40 bucks."
I then realized I had forgotten my wallet in Jordyn's car.
"Damn! I left my wallet in my jeans." I said frustrated.
"How about I just take it and give you the money later. You know I'm good for it."
Just then he stopped and looked me up and down.
"Hey aren't you that fag in the magazine?"
I had a confused look on my face as he held up his wife's women's magazine.
"Yeah, that's you alright. I never expected you to be a tranny."
I looked at the advertisement and realized it was multiple shots of me lusting after the male model Tim. On the bottom of the page was a big picture of me on my hands and knees in the doggy style position looking like I was having sex with Tim. It was apparently an advertisement for some weird perfume made by a transsexual for transsexuals or something weird like that.
"Look man, I'm not a tranny. It was just a gig."
"Are you kidding me? Look at you in this picture. You're loving every moment of that man riding your ass."
He then got a serious look on his face and said, "You know. We could find another way to pay for this."
I got very scared as he began to approach me. He was standing between the door and me at this point. I was very scared about what might happen next. I thought my best bet was to try and make a break for the door.
As I bolted toward the door as fast as I could in my pumps, Bill grabbed me from behind by my shoulders and slammed me up against the wall. He was way bigger and stronger than me and I could feel his breath on my neck. He brushed the hair away from my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "You're a real piece of work, Dylan. Or should I call you Penelope."
They must have called me Penelope in the advertisement.
He then spun me around and grabbed my wrists pinning me against the wall.
"You're so hot. I love it when my women struggle." He said with a controlling voice.
Then he quickly leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I couldn't pull away and he just kept kissing me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth as I struggled to get free. In my struggle I got lucky and kneed him in the balls. That caused him to drop to the ground as I made an escape for it. As I ran out the door I heard him yell, "You bitch! Get back here!"
I ran as fast as I could in my heels and eventually made it a few blocks with no sight of him. I took a few minutes to gather myself and decided to head for home. It was a long walk and I got a lot of admiring stares from men, which all made me very uncomfortable.
Eventually though I made it home and went inside. I stripped down into my bra and panties and just laid on my couch for hours. I was completely exhausted and my feet were killing me. I thought it would be best to try and stay away from people as much as I could for the next little while. That plan would be stifled soon enough as I would come to find out.
firstname.lastname@example.org *** Life was good. I was a few months of hard work away from making junior partner at the firm. My wife was beautiful, and we had decided to start trying to make a baby. Outside of work and marriage I spent my free time on my favorite activity: BJJ, or Brazilian Jiu-jitsu. I had been a pretty good wrestler in high school, and even though I'd gained a lot of weight since then, at five-nine and one-eighty, I was still quick, but the great thing about BJJ is that quickness isn't everything. Boxing and other striking arts are all about timing and reflexes. Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, or any kind of wrestling or grappling for that matter, slows down a fight just enough that it becomes a thinking-man's game. With the aid of a little adrenaline, time slows...you can weigh all of your options and, if you can think fast enough, make the best decision. Unfortunately, the white belt I was rolling around on the floor with wasn't thinking at all. "No," I scolded, "you need to keep your base spread out, or I'll just flip you over, like THIS," I punctuated as I reversed our positions. "Yes, sensei," the kid replied. "Okay," I continued, "keep working on it with your partner." I got to my feet and started walking around the mat watching each pair of students work on their body positioning. The small dojo had a musty, sweaty smell that I had grown to love over the last half-decade. I surveyed the students with pride; it was a great honor to be put in charge of this class. I turned my head to the sound of the door opening. A man had walked into the dojo and stood watching the sparring grapplers with interest. "Alright, guys," I shouted to the students, "wrap it up and start doing your abs... Scott, you can lead them," I said to the only yellow-belt in the room. I walked over to the man standing at the edge of the mat. "Can I help you?" I asked. He was a big man, about six-feet tall, two hundred pounds, and broad in the shoulders. He extended his hand in greeting and replied, "Hi, my name's Andre. I've been looking for a good BJJ school in this part of town, are you the owner?" "No, no," I replied, "Sensei Oliveira is actually down in Brazil taking a seminar from HIS master. I'm just one of his brown belts. He asked me to teach his noon beginner class while he's gone." "Ah," Andre replied with slight disappointment. "I wish I had time to talk to you a little about our school here," I continued, "but I've got to finish this class and then get back to my day-job. If you come back this evening then you could talk with one of the regular instructors." "That's too bad," Andre replied. He was wearing sweatpants and a t- shirt; it was obvious he had come prepared to work out. "So where's this 'day-job?'" he asked. "I work downtown...at one of the law firms," I volunteered reluctantly. This information seemed to perk the guy up. "Really?" he said with interest, "I'm actually going downtown right after this, could I give you a lift? Then you could pitch me this school of yours." I didn't know the guy, but one of the gifts that made me such a good lawyer was my ability to judge a person's character in a short amount of time. Andre seemed earnest enough, and besides that, in the sensei's absence it was my responsibility to be an ambassador for the school. "Sure," I agreed, "it'll be better than taking the subway. Just give me a few minutes." I finished up the class, changed into some jeans and a t-shirt, and locked up. Andre led me to his car, a small 4-wheel-drive pickup. As we drove back into town Andre asked a barrage of questions and I tried my best to articulate Sensei Oliveira's philosophy as I understood it. Before fifteen minutes had passed we were getting along quite well and the conversation had shifted to philosophy...specifically the role of men in our modern society. "A man's job isn't easy," Andre was saying. "Most married women think that their lug-headed husbands have nothing between their ears but a repository of sports statistics and action movie quotes, but while those women prattle on about 'Brangelina,' their man...if he's a REAL man, is making hundreds of subconscious decisions and calculations that keep her alive." I nodded my head in agreement, refreshed to hear this from someone else. I thought I was an anachronism, a remnant of an older society trapped in a world of 'men' that blog about their cats and do yoga for exercise. "When you sit down at your favorite restaurant," I added, "I'm spotting where all the exits are. I sit facing the front door, and what my wife thinks is a disinterest in her excitement over the most recent episode of Downton Abbey is my peripheral scanning of every person for a possible threat. When she complains that we stay up too late, I'm checking the locks on the doors. When she groans about how I take forever finding the perfect parking spot at the mall, I'm planning the fastest escape route. Most women don't appreciate what a real man does. Most women will never even know." "It's your job to let them know, Steve," he replied. "It's your job to let them know where they stand...to let them know that YOU are the man in your relationship, and what that entails." I must have had a perplexed look on my face. He chuckled and continued: "Here, man, come with me on a little errand I have to run before you get back to your day-job." He ended up driving to a building on the same block as where I worked. When we stepped off the elevator on the twenty-fourth floor I saw the huge letters behind the receptionist's desk: 'Goldman, Howard, and West' "Oh, shit," I whispered. GH&W were one of our firm's biggest competitors. I was walking into enemy territory. The receptionist looked up, but Andre just gave him a curt nod and said, "Hey, Ben, I'm just here to visit Erin real quick." The receptionist smiled familiarly and motioned us past with a nod. "Wait," I said as we walked past rows of cubicles reserved for the peons of the firm, "Erin?" I asked. "Yep," he replied. "...as in Erin Howards? As in Erin Howard, senior partner of Goldman, Howard, and West?" I was incredulous. "Yep," he replied again, smirking at my reaction, "She's one of my bitches. Why, do you know her?" I was blown away by this bold statement. '...ONE of his bitches?' Did I know her? I'd never met her, but I knew her reputation. 'The Iron Bitch of Weston Tower,' they called her. She was the youngest senior partner in her firm's history. Her corporate law skills were legendary, having single-handedly guided some of the biggest deals the city had seen in the last decade. At only thirty- four years old she had supposedly already brought in more revenue to GH&W than any three other partners in the firm's history. "No..." I replied at last, "I don't know her...not really." We walked past an empty secretary's desk and through a set of large wood double doors. Her office was impressive. It was a corner-office, thirty-feet square. Both exterior walls were made of twelve-foot floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city. The other walls were lined with hardwood shelves filled with various law books. The floors were made of the same hardwood, but a huge Persian rug covered all but a five-foot border around the edge. Three-quarters back from the door a large wood desk was centered on the rug. Two women were in the room. One was standing behind the desk and facing out the huge windows as she dictated to her secretary who was seated in a chair in front of the desk. The secretary was straight out of the 1950's - a buxom young woman with auburn hair held up with a pencil in the back. She was seated cross- legged in the leather chair, her pale green skirt hiking up her seamed- stockinged thighs. She furiously filled a pad of paper with short-hand as the other woman spoke. I couldn't believe that in today's world of smart phones and iPads a secretary in such a high position would use so archaic a technique. Much in-line with her "Mad Men" archetype, the secretary had a professionally demure demeanor that seemed to hide a bouncy little sexpot. ...or maybe that was just me projecting my own lustful preferences onto an innocent and hard-working girl. The woman standing behind the desk, who HAD to be Erin Howard, turned as she talked and that's when I finally really noticed her. Where the secretary looked like a pert, curvy roll-in-the hay, her boss looked statuesque. She wore a black, knee-length pencil-skirt and business jacket with an open white blouse underneath. Her dark brown, almost black, hair was cropped short and curled in just below her jawline. She was no more than five-foot six on her elegantly tall heels, but her powerful presence and cool manner made her seem unapproachably taller. Even completely clothed I could tell that she was athletic, with powerful legs and a muscular ass that would have lesser men crying for mercy beneath her. The comic book nerd in me immediately thought of Wonder Woman. As she talked she acknowledged Andre's presence with a slight lift of one eyebrow. What a woman of this caliber was doing with a Cro-Magnon like him was beyond my comprehension. Her secretary rose and turned towards the door as she finished dictating her letter. "Nancy," the dark-haired woman called after her assistant, "Hold all my calls until I let you know otherwise." "Yes, Miss Howard," the sweet little firecracker replied as she strode from the room. As she passed between me and Andre I had the urge to slap her cute, bouncing behind just to hear her startled squeal. Once the doors swung shut she looked us both up and down appraisingly. "Hello, Andre," she said warmly, her power-lawyer act partially melting away. "Who's your friend?" "Get over here and suck my cock," he told her without prelude. I chuckled uncomfortably at what I assumed to be some kind of crude joke. But she didn't hesitate for a second. She didn't even acknowledge me by glancing in my direction. She just walked around her desk, knelt in front of him on the rug, and reached down the front of his sweatpants to fish out his massive dick. It wasn't any more than ten seconds later that she was bobbing her head back and forth along his swollen shaft. My mouth hung open stupidly. I'm not easily unnerved, but my face flushed in that moment. "Fuck, Andre..." I stammered, "How about I step out for a second?" He held up his hand and said, "You're fine, Steve; this'll just take a minute.' He started to walk forward towards her desk and she scrambled backwards on her knees, never letting his movements break her fellating rhythm. He reached behind her and cleared her desk with the sweep of one arm, her laptop clattering to the floor. He gripped her upper-arms in his strong hands and lifted her to her feet, his hard cock bobbing free of her dark red lips with an audible pop. Then he shoved her backwards onto her desk. She propped herself up on her elbows with a hungry look in her eyes, unfazed by his forcefulness. He stepped closer, straddling her legs. He grabbed the lapels of her expensive suit jacket in both fists and violently ripped it apart along with the delicate silk blouse beneath. Buttons popped free and skipped across her wood desk as he forced the torn clothes down over her shoulders. I got a glimpse of her black lace bra for only an instant before he took a hold of it between her breasts and wrenched it from her chest. She let out a surprised gasp as her breasts bounced free and Mike straddled her higher around her midsection so that his cock rested in her cleavage. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face closer as he began thrusting against her chest. He rubbed his saliva-coated cock against her face, making a mess of her previously flawless makeup. "Jesus," I exhaled. Everything had taken less than a couple minutes. My face was still flushed - burning hot, and my dick was straining hard against my jeans. I knew I should leave, but I couldn't even look away. He roughly spun her around and pushed her shoulders down until she was bent over her desk; her ass was up in the air balanced on a pair of long, trembling legs and black heels. Andre shoved her knee-length skirt up to her waist and tore off her tiny thong with a snap. The ripping lace educed a startled, "Oh!" from her. Without pausing, Andre put one big hand over her mouth and grabbed her hip with the other and relentlessly pressed his shaft up inside her in one steady motion, her scream of pained rapture muffled by his palm. He started ramming into her, violently knocking over a desk lamp and a picture frame. It only took five or six strong, grunting thrusts before he was cumming inside her. He pulled his hand from her mouth, but she didn't move. Her eyes remained closed and she panted quietly -strewn across the top of her desk. He stayed deep in her pussy for another two full minutes. His semen dripped from where they were locked together forming a small wet stain in the rug between her spread heeled feet. I found myself trying so hard to be quiet and unnoticed that I spent much of this time unthinkingly holding my breath. Finally, Andre took a step back and a gush of his semen surged onto the floor when his big dick, no longer hard, slipped from her and swung free. "Clean me up, bitch." He said in a tone that was impossibly both loving and deriding. She spun around and dropped to her knees and started licking his sticky cock until it was clean. After half a minute he pulled up his sweatpants and said, "Give Steve your clothes." I almost jumped at the mention of my name, as if a character on a TV show I was watching suddenly turned towards the camera and addressed me by name. I cleared my throat to object to whatever Andre had meant, but I couldn't form the words. She stood and slid her skirt down her bare legs before stepping out of it. Then she shrugged out of her blouse and bra. She took the pile along with her discarded panties and spent the next minute neatly folding the articles of clothing and putting them into a small stack. Then she walked across the room towards me. Her hips swayed without inhibition as she approached me...in fact her demeanor held no hint of shame at all. She held her head high and proud and looked me in the eye as she almost strutted to me. A naked woman usually acted vulnerable in my presence...especially with the lights on, but it was as if I didn't offer her the least bit of threat as long as her man was there in the room. She stood in front of me holding out the small stack of neatly folded clothes until I dumbly took them, any objections dying in my throat. A barely perceptible smirk formed on her face in response to my clear discomfort at the situation. "He's embarrassed," she said without looking away from me. "Shut up, bitch. I didn't ask you to talk," Andre said calmly. "Is she right, Steve?" he asked me, "Does she make you embarrassed? I've seen it before, man. Erin's more woman than most guys can handle." I felt like an idiot as they both talked about me, but I couldn't think of a response that wouldn't make me sound even more insecure. "Here, buddy...let me help you feel more comfortable.... "Bitch - Sit!" he commanded, and she dropped to her knees in front of me, sitting on her heels. She looked up into my eyes with her mouth open wide, her tongue resting on her glossy lower lip. "D'you want her to suck you off, buddy?" he asked with a chuckle. Then he said, "Bitch - Down!" and she turned around and stretched out on the floor in front of me on her stomach; her ass was raised in the air and gyrating in a slow circle. Despite her vulnerable prostration, she was looking over her shoulder at me with that same piercing, shameless smirk. "Or maybe," Andre gestured towards the prone woman, "you'd like to stick your prick up her ass." My mouth was bone-dry and my cock was throbbing against my pants, but somehow, standing there fully-clothed between the spread legs of this beautiful, writhing, naked woman laying on the floor at my feet...somehow I felt like I was the one that was exposed. All the eloquence I could muster was a shocked, whispered, "F-fuck." "Just kidding, Steve." He chuckled again. "That ass belongs to me." He snapped his finger and Erin got up off the floor and walked back behind her desk to straighten up. Andre took the clothes out of my hands and said, "Let's go, man," but before he reached the door he turned to Erin and said, "I want dinner at 7 o'clock sharp, bitch; make something good." She lovingly blew him a kiss as she picked her phone up off the floor and dialed her personal assistant. On our way out I could hear Erin making arrangements to deal with her suddenly disrupted schedule: "Nancy, cancel my afternoon, and I'm going to need you to run a few errands for me. Once through her office doors I heard the other side of the conversation: "Yes, Miss Howard. Of course Miss Howard...your gray Ralph Lauren suit? Yes, Miss Howard." As we walked towards the elevator, I felt a strong desire to make some kind of comment, but everything I thought of saying sounded idiotic. Andre reached into an empty cubicle as we passed and tossed the folded stack of Erin's clothes into a trashcan - yet another act that confounded me. He didn't want or need her clothes for anything. He just wanted her to strip down. For what? For me? To prove something to me? To prove something to her? The elevator doors closed on the two of us, and the silent proximity was more awkward than I could bear any longer. "What the fuck was that?" I asked, half laughing at some imagined absurd joke. "What?" he replied, seeming to genuinely wonder what I was talking about. "Oh, Erin? Yeah, she's a fine piece of ass. I try to drop a load in her whenever I'm near this part of town. She's raising one of my sons, so I try to keep in touch on a regular basis." Nothing he had said helped me to better navigate the Twilight Zone alternate reality that I was now inhabiting. "Jesus, man," I exhaled...finally starting to relax and laugh at what I was hearing. "You're un-fucking-believable." We were walking through the ground-floor lobby now. "Shit, Steve, I'm sure you keep your bitches in line too." 'Bitches?' I thought. Again he used the plural. My wife knew that I was the one and only man of the house, but when I tried to imagine her reaction to being treated the way I just saw Andre treat Erin I shook my head. "My wife? Fuck...sure she plays the housewife: cooks and cleans for me, but, nothing like that S&M shit." Andre raised an eyebrow at that. "'S&M shit?' No, man...the way I treat my bitches... It's no fetish. It's not some kind of kinky role-playing. No, once they understand their place, it becomes more comfortable for them....more natural. Our world's hard enough without having to scrape and struggle for your place at the table. For some bitches, it's better to know you're on bottom than it is for them to struggle for the top. You know?" "I guess," I replied half-heartedly. "Look," he continued, "I know it's hard to understand for guys like us. We can't get into that submissive mindset. We live our lives at the head of the pack - leaders. It's like we were talking about on the ride over here. You have to let them know you're the man. Anyway...look, man, I got to get going. I'm meeting a bitch for a drink tonight, you should bring your woman along. I promise not to do anything too 'shocking.'" He was giving me a hard time for acting like I was appalled at his behavior. The truth was that I had always seen women the same way that Andre did: bitches that needed to be told. I just restrained myself, choosing to stay within the margins of acceptable cultural behavior. Here was a guy that actually acted the way we both thought. He was somehow demonstrating a level of masculine integrity, and in a way that I had trouble putting my finger on: I admired the guy. Against my better judgment I heard myself reply with a, "Yeah, sure. Give me a call." The images of Andre and Erin were flooding into every other thought I had as I walked back to my building. I was carrying my gym bag in front of my crotch to hide my still-aching erection, and I detoured into the parking garage. Once I was in my car, in that dark isolated corner of the garage, I pulled out my cock and started masturbating furiously. It only took a few minutes before I ejaculated into my gym towel. I was gasping afterwards. I quickly looked around. There was no one there; I was alone. I hadn't done anything like that since I was a reckless, horny adolescent. I looked at my watch and realized I was already going to be late getting back to work. The rest of the day I was distracted at my desk. The image of such a proud powerful woman as Erin Howard dropping to her knees kept flashing in my mind. I tried to think of something else, but then I'd suddenly see Erin sprawled out on the floor in front of me, her ass rocking in a slow circle, looking over her shoulder with a derisive smile on her face. I called my wife, Kelly, to let her know we were going out that night, and, good little woman that she is, she told me she'd get dressed and stop by my office at the end of the day. Once work hours were over I changed out of my suit and into the same pair of jeans from before, a pair of Italian loafers, and a collared shirt. Kelly walked into my office. A cheerleader in high school, she was short and athletic. Her small five-foot four-inch frame was accentuated by the curve of her hips and C-cup tits. Tonight she had worn a light sundress and her golden blonde hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail. "So who's this we're meeting tonight?" she asked after initial pleasantries. "Just a guy I met today. He's thinking about starting up classes at the BJJ school." She seemed puzzled, and I couldn't think of a way to explain that there had been a bond between Andre and I. A brotherly connection between men that I didn't think existed in today's age...something from the days of warrior-gentlemen. I also couldn't think of a way to explain the things I had seen in Erin Howard's office that afternoon...best to change the subject: "So is tonight the night?" I asked. Having recently decided to try and conceive we were on stand-by for her next day of ovulation. She blushed at the question, and playfully batted me away. "No, Mister Randy-pants...I'll definitely let you know when." We arrived at the bar Andre had suggested to us just after sunset. It was a nicer bar in the historic section of town where white-collar drones could let off steam after a day of crunching numbers and pushing paper. I didn't see Andre anywhere, so we claimed a booth off to one side. An old-school jukebox was blaring classic rock for the happy hour crowd. After ordering drinks I saw Andre walking towards us. He was still wearing his sweatpants and t-shirt from earlier...I guess he didn't feel the need to dress for the occasion. After introducing him to Kelly I asked where Erin was. I was a little anxious to face her again after this afternoon. "Erin?" he said, "She's at home cooking dinner. My date's right here," and she walked up to our table. It was Nancy - Erin's 1950's sexpot secretary. She was wearing a black, sleeveless, form-fitting dress that came down to mid-thigh and black patent-leather heels. It was the kind of get-up you'd expect a sorority-girl to wear to a dance club, except that the seamed stockings she wore made her look more like a high-priced hooker. "Oh, uh..nice to meet you." Kelly said, more than a little disapproving of Nancy's attire. After the initial awkwardness they ordered their drinks and we started talking. Nancy and Kelly actually hit it off well despite Kelly's initial impression, and Andre and I picked up where we had left off that afternoon. Andre was surprisingly respectful and appropriate throughout our conversations. Gone was the expletive language from before, and he left Kelly no hint of the man that was capable of doing what I had seen earlier in the day. I excused myself to use the restroom, leaving the three of them chatting away. I was washing my hands afterwards when I looked up with surprise. In the mirror I saw Nancy standing a few feet behind me. Confused, I turned to face her. She put her hands on my chest feeling me through the shirt. "That's a pretty cute wife you've got out there, Steve. You better watch out she doesn't end up one of Andre's bitches." Despite her words, her close proximity was making me hard. "Nancy," I spoke firmly, "You shouldn't be in here. "Andre's told me all about you," she purred, "...how you're just like him - an alpha." She palmed my erection through the front of my jeans. "Come on, big boy...Let's see what you're made of." "Nancy..." I began. She took a step back, pulled the hem of her dress up to her narrow waist, and pealed her skimpy black panties down her stockinged legs before stepping out of them. She stood and stuffed the panties into my shirt pocket where they hung out like a flag. "You get to keep my panties, a little trophy to remember me by. Call them the spoils of conquest." Her body was amazing. Not the trim athletic body of a gym-going modern woman, but a page right out of a 1950s pin-up calendar. Her narrow waist and the swell of her full, naked hips and thighs was framed between her hiked-up dress and black garter-less stocking tops, her soft alabaster skin seeming to glow in the dim lighting. She grabbed my shirt collar and backed into the open stall behind her before leaning against the wall in a pose that deserved to be on the nose of a B-17. She had my fly undone and my throbbing cock in her hand before I could even think about the ramifications of what was going on. She spun around to face away from me, putting her hands against the wall, and pushing that gloriously perfect ass towards me before urgently pleading: "Spank it, baby. Spank my ass and shove that dick inside me." I unthinkingly put my palm on the cool, soft flesh of her naked hip. Suddenly I heard Andre's voice as he came into the bathroom. "Hey, Steve, you in here?" I scrambled to put my hard-on away and quickly get out of the stall as Nancy pulled down her dress. Her face bore no surprise at being caught...in fact she still looked as randy as ever. She strutted out of the stall and we both stood in front of Andre as he shook his head - not mad at us, but disappointed. "Nancy, Nancy, Nancy," he scolded," ...always testing my limits, bitch." "Yeah?" she returned defiantly, "and what are you going to do about it, baby?" She spoke the words with a hungry look in her eyes. "You know what I'm going to do, bitch," Andre replied, "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you silly. And by the time I'm done I'm going to have fucked your bitch-ass back in line." This answer seemed to be exactly what Nancy wanted to hear, as she licked her lips and pulled her dress back up over her hips before turning around to bend over the toilet. It quickly occurred to me that it was her intention all along to get caught by Andre. She didn't want to fuck me, she got her kicks being fucked as some sort of discipline - some kind of reminder of her place in the order of things. As Andre started to pull out his hardening cock and stepped into the stall behind her, he spared me a look to say, "I'll be out in minute, buddy," before turning his attention to the pale, round ass waiting for him." I walked out just as Nancy's rapturous moans began to echo through the bathroom. Out in the bar's back hallway, Nancy's ecstasy was drowned out by the jukebox. I took a moment to collect myself before returning to the booth, first making sure my erection had subsided and then taking the panties hanging out my shirt pocket and shoving them into the front pocket of my jeans. It took several minutes before I felt confident enough to face Kelly. She was still demurely sipping on her Long Island iced tea when I got back to the table. "Are you okay?" she asked, "You look a little flushed." Before I could reply, Andre was there next to me saying, "Hey, Steve, could I talk to you in private real quick?" Thankful to be out of that sticky situation I followed Andre back through the hallway and out the exit into the cool night of the alley behind the bar. "What's up, Andre?" I asked, curious why we were out here. He turned and took a moment to form his thoughts before speaking, each word carefully chosen and spoken with hard candor. "I want to be clear: I don't blame Nancy for her behavior in the men's room back there. She's just a horny bitch that'll take cock where she can get it." I stood silently. "YOU, on the other hand... I really thought that we could be friends, Steve. I thought that we could respect each others' property...you with your one bitch, and me with all mine, but it's clear that you can't do that, so I'm afraid I'm going to need to put you in your place." I was about to laugh it off, but I could sense the tension ratcheting up. He wasn't joking; he wanted to fight. He came at me much faster than I was expecting, and I crouched to receive his attack - too late. He shot beneath my guard and tossed me onto my back landing atop me. After another quick maneuver he was resting his full weight on my chest and I was pinned to the ground and having trouble getting a breath. For just a moment his weight shifted and I took the opportunity to try and roll out from under him, but it was a trap. As soon as I spun to get away he dropped his weight back down on me and I was pressed face- down against the ground. He quickly snaked his hand under my arm to grab my wrist, and leveraged it behind my back. My shoulder was screaming with pain. I knew I needed to spin in the direction of the restrained arm, but as I planted my other hand to roll, he anticipated and did the same arm-lock on the other arm. My face was pressed down against the pavement with both hands wrenched painfully up behind my back - almost up to the level of my shoulder- blades. I felt a moment of dread: I couldn't think of a single counter-move to this position, and for a brief moment I lost my cool to a claustrophobic animal panic. My body convulsed in instinctive desperation, but my efforts were for naught. All my training had proved useless. He had me pinned. I tried to scissor my legs out from under him, but the strain was too much on my shoulders to change position. He had such overwhelming leverage on my arms that he was able to control them with one hand by gripping both my pinkies in a single tight fist. The only way I could get out was to voluntarily break a finger. He pressed his body down against my hips forcing them flat against the ground. I didn't understand why he would shift his weight when he already had me in a double arm lock. That's when I felt it. What I had thought was his hip-bone pressing against my backside was a slowly stiffening erection. "What the fuck?!" I protested in disgust. With his free hand he grabbed the back of my jeans. I hadn't worn a belt, and he painfully yanked on my jeans with such a fierce strength that the brass button popped off my fly. He jerked both the jeans and my boxers down to my thighs in one swift motion. I couldn't believe this was happening. "You fucking pervert, get the fuck off of meeEEAAAAH!" I screamed as he wrenched on my arms. He pulled down his sweats and I could feel the hot meat of his freed erection as it smacked down on my left ass cheek. He centered his hips so that his shaft was nestled in my sweaty ass crack. I started to buck my hips and tried wriggling my legs to get his weight off. He pressed his hips down against mine, forcing my shriveled, naked cock flat against the cold pavement. Then he finally spoke: "You squirm that ass away again, bitch, and I'll shove my dick right up inside it to hold you still." "That's right, Steve. I'm NOT gonna fuck you - even though I could and there's nothing that you could do to stop it." He started grinding his thick cock against my ass crack. "I just -MMM- can't have you acting with -MMM- with so much disrespect, buddy. You're a good -UNNH - guy and I enjoy your company, but you -MMM- really need to be put in your place. This -UNFF- only take a couple minutes as long as you don't fight it." "...and like I said," he paused, putting a hard, steady pressure against my ass with the underside of his rigid shaft, "If you DO decide to fight it then I'll just have to go ahead and pop your cherry and shoot a load up your ass to make things crystal clear for you." His words sent an icy chill through my gut as I realized that he could whatever he wanted to - I couldn't stop him. I froze. "Atta girl, he chuckled," and then he started dry-humping my naked ass again. What had started out as anger and outrage had balled into an icy fear, and as the brute started to grunt with each forceful thrust against my bare naked ass, that fear melted into helplessness under the heat of burning shame. His cock must have been dribbling pre-cum, because his 'dry' humping soon turned slippery, "That's it, bitch," he growled between panting breaths, "Don't move...don't...FFFFuuuuck!" I could feel the hot jets of semen shoot across my ass and onto my back; then he ground his erection hard between my cheeks with a forceful shudder and I felt the rest of his load ooze out and form a creamy, puddle between my ass cheeks and his hard cock. We were frozen like that for a minute before Andre's breathing slowed. "Okay, Steve...I know you're thinkin' that you're gonna get me back." He said, "That you're gonna 'kick my ass' or some shit...that's okay. You've been the big stud in your little world for so long I expect I might have to put you in your place like I just did two or three more times before you're totally broken...and that's fine too...but let me be clear: "You decided to waltz into MY world and fuck with MY stuff: so be it. You WILL be broken. If you won't get with the program and acknowledge that I'm the alpha around here then I'll have no problems making you one of my bitches." He got up off me and I tried to scramble to my feet, but the jeans around my thighs hobbled me and I fell on my face again, to the to Andre's amusement. "Yep," he said as he walked to the bar's back door, "You've got spirit...This'll definitely take more than one session." And with that he passed back into the bar. I laid there for a second, then remembering the panties in my pocket I pulled them out and used them to wipe some of the semen off my back. They were too skimpy to soak up more than a quarter of Andre's load and I had to consign myself to pulling my clothes back in place over the sticky mess. Without a belt I couldn't keep up my jeans now that the top button was missing. I just untucked my shirt to cover it up. I called Kelly on my cell phone and told her to meet me at the car. I explained that I was needed back at the office right away. On the way over, Kelly told me how much fun she had, and how nice Andre and Nancy seemed despite her somewhat promiscuous choice in clothing. I nodded dumbly, unable to reply. The rest of the night went without incident except for having to sit in cum-dampened underwear as I drove home. I kept what had happened to myself, vowing to avoid Andre if I ever saw him again. A few times over the next few days she asked me about Andre or Nancy, but I just brushed it off, and said that we probably weren't going to be hanging out again. About a week later I had just helped hammer together a contract proposal that beat out the counter-bid from GH&W. The big man pulled the eight of us on the legal team into his office for a big pat on the back, and my pending junior partnership was hinted at once again. On my way back to my office I noticed that I had missed a call from Kelly while I was toasting to our success, and I check the voice-mail. "Hi, honey," she said in the message, "I hope your big meeting went well. I ran into Andre today at the grocery store..." My heart stopped. "He was super-sweet and he said that he didn't have anything going on tonight, so I invited him and his date over got dinner. I guess he's not with Nancy any more so he's bringing that Erin woman you were talking about...the one that's a lawyer in the other firm. Anyway, I told them that dinner would be at seven but they could stop by as early as six if they wanted to..." I checked the time on my phone; I had stayed late; it was five-thirty. My left the rest of my work undone, and bolted for the elevator. I nearly wrecked twice on the way home as I tried to drive and call my wife. She never answered. My heart was hammering in my ears as my house came into view, and as I pulled into the driveway I saw Andre's truck parked comfortably in my space in the garage. As I strode to my front door I pulled off my tie and stuffed it in my pocket. I didn't want something for him to grab onto in case things got physical. I crossed the threshold wired for action. "Kelly?" I called out. "In here, Steve," Andre's voice called from the kitchen. I nearly jogged down the hall. What I saw was a scene that would be fitting for a pair of couples who were friends having dinner together. Erin was at the kitchen's breakfast bar, legs crossed, dangling a shoe off one toe and holding a glass of red wine. My wife was over the stove stirring something in a pan and laughing at something that had just been said. She took the wooden spoon she was stirring with and let Andre, who was standing behind her, take a taste. "Hey, pal," Andre greeted me cheerfully. My jaw clenched in rage. "Kelly," I motioned for her to meet me in the living room. Kelly looked at Andre with comical bafflement, as if to say 'what's HIS problem?' Andre shrugged. I paced on the carpet in front of the couch trying to keep myself under control. Kelly came in wiping her hands on her apron with a puzzled look on her face. "What's wrong honey?" she asked, finally seeing the dark mood I was in. "Oh no...did your contract meeting go sour?" I held up my hand to cut her off. I pointed towards the kitchen. "That...that...person..." "What's going on in here?" Andre walked in with a jovial manner. Kelly, still confused, sat on the couch. "YOU!" I nearly shouted. "What the FUCK....How can you..." I was so filled with rage I couldn't form a coherent sentence. "Easy, Steve, you're scaring Kelly," Andre said as he walked over to where Kelly was sitting and put a hand on her shoulder. I went through the roof. "Get your fucking hands off of her, Andre!" I snarled through gritted teeth as I crossed the room and grabbed his wrist forcefully away from her. He twisted easily out of my wrist-lock and tried to grab at my legs, but I threw my hips back to keep them out of reach. This time would be different. I wouldn't underestimate him. I was ready. He was still struggling to grab my legs and I grabbed him in a bear hug and threw him down on his back. Kelly was shocked at the sudden violence. "Steve! Stop this, both of you!" she shrieked. Erin casually leaned against the arm of the couch as if she were watching the fight on TV. Before he could get up off his back I jumped down on him with all my weight. I straddled his chest and as he reached up to push me off I grabbed his arm and started twist into an arm-bar. ...but it was a trap. As soon as I gripped his arm, he thrust his hips off the floor, throwing me face-first onto the carpet. I scrambled to twist around, but he was on me in a heartbeat, and even though I knew what was coming, I still couldn't stop him from getting the same behind-the-back double arm-lock he had the last time we fought. "You better not let me out of this, fucker!" I raged, "because as soon as you do I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!" Kelly was standing above us, pulling on Andre's arm and pleading, "Let him go, Andre! That's enough!" With a single hand completely restraining me he used his other hand to shove her towards the sofa so that she stumbled backwards and sat down with a yelp. Erin sat down next to her and put her hands on her arms in a consoling caress that also gently kept her seated. "You fucker!" I yelled, " Don't you lay a fucking finger on herrrreeeeAAAH!!" He had really cranked on my arms hard popping the knuckles in the pinkies he was gripping. "Shhhhhh," he hushed in my ear, "that's it, Steve. Just relax." He slid his hand up under the back of my suit jacket and gripped the back of my belt. Even though the belt was buckled he yanked my slacks down with such force that they were around my thighs after a couple hard tugs. Then he grabbed my boxers, and in a single jerk ripped them off my body leaving my ass exposed beneath him. No, no , no...my mind raced in a panic. Not again...not here...not in front of her. I glanced at my wife; her mouth was hanging open in an expression of shocked confusion. "W-wait....what..." she mumbled. Erin held her hand and stroked her hair as she stared - unable to take her eyes off what was unfolding on her living room floor. "It's okay, baby," Andre said to my wife, "I'm not gonna hurt him. I warned him about this once before, but he wouldn't listen, so now I've gotta put him in his place again. I'm thinkin' that maybe if I do it in front of you we can finally make some progress with this attitude of his." He pulled down his sweatpants and immediately pressed the shaft of his cock between my ass cheeks. It was as hard and hot as a steel poker and he started grinding it back and forth against my naked ass. Being mounted like this in front of my wife left me feeling broken. My curses and threats died in my throat as I quietly accepted that I couldn't do anything. Andre was grunting with each thrust now. The only other sound was the sloppy noise his pre-cum-slick cock made between my ass cheeks. I had my face buried in the carpet, but Andre grabbed my hair with his free hand and jerked my head around to face Kelly. She was covering her mouth with trembling hands, her teary eyes peering out over her manicured fingernails. "Oh, Steve," she gasped through her fingers, "...oh...oh, God, Steve" "I'm close, Steve," Andre growled, "Press your ass back against me." "Fuck you, Andre!" I protested through gritted teeth.. "Do it now, Steve, or I'll fuck your ass right here in front of her." My wife audibly gasped at that. I closed my eyes and arched my back, lifting my hips off the floor. My cock was hanging small and limp beneath me; and it started to swing from Andre's thrusting until it was slapping quietly against my stomach. "That's it, bitch!" he snarled, "Give me that ass!" He let go of my hair and I buried my face in the carpet again. He slapped my ass before roughly grabbing a hip and pulling me forcefully against a final hard cock-grind that sent jets of his hot semen shooting across my ass and back. I could feel the warm wetness spread in a few spots on the back of my shirt, ruining the expensive Egyptian cotton garment. After half a minute, Andre got up off me, but I was frozen in place. I even kept my ass arched up in the air, feeling like any movement would draw more attention to me. As if all eyes weren't already on the spectacle of my submission. "You fucking animal! What have you done?" Kelly cried out finally finding her voice. She stayed on the couch, appalled at what she'd seen but also terrified of triggering some further indignity from Andre. I lowered my hips to the floor as Andre chuckled at the outburst. I turned my head to see him tying the drawstring on his sweatpants. "Are you gonna get me back, Kelly? Make me pay? Have me arrested, maybe?" Andre smirked. "You're God-damn right, you bastard!" He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Do you want me to call 9-1-1?" he asked, looking up at my wife, "I won't run. I can wait here until the cops arrive, and then you can explain to them exactly what happened." My wife's expression of outrage softened slightly at his words. I could see that she was thinking about what he had just said. She made eye-contact with me for the first time in several minutes. I was just laying there prone on the carpet, my slacks around my thighs and a trickle of warm semen running down the crack of my bare ass and along the back of my balls. She quickly flushed in shame and looked down at the floor. "J-just go," she whispered. "What was that?" Andre prompted "Please," she begged quietly, her eyes still on the floor, "Please, go." "Sure, Kelly," he said gently as he slid his phone back into his pocket. "but first you need to let Stephanie up." He placed one foot on the small of my back. "Tell her to get up...say, 'Get up, bitch.' Then I'll leave." With her gaze still locked on the carpet between her toes she quietly repeated the words, but Andre's foot didn't move, still holding me to the floor. "Come on, Kelly. You're a REAL woman - a creature of great power. Tell this weak bitch to get up like you really mean it." She lifted her gaze to me and her defeated face twisted in barely noticeable revulsion. Then, with a hiss of disgust she firmly said: "Get up, bitch." Then she looked away, but not in shame this time, more like restrained contempt. Andre lifted his foot and bellowed, "You hear that, bitch? Your woman's let you up off the floor." And with that he turned and walked out the door with Erin on his arm. The house was chillingly quiet. Kelly's arms were crossed in front of her and she was glaring out a window. I slowly reached down and unbuckled my belt so that I could pull up my pants. "Kelly..." I started. "Shut up," she snarled back with tears in her eyes. In addition to my burning shame I now felt shocked and confused, "Wait," I said as I slid my pants up over my ass, "You're mad at ME? Kelly I didn't do any-" "You didn't do anything! That's exactly right, STEPHANIE! You just laid there like a fucking virgin bride!" I got to my knees and pulled up my zipper. "Woah, hold on just a fucking minute here," I protested, starting to feel my anger and trying to find my manhood as another man's cum dripped from my balls. My authoritarian tone awoke a fury in my sweet wife like I'd never seen. She came to her feet and in two steps was slapping me across the face so hard I lost my balance and sat down on my heels. "Don't you raise your voice to me...not ever!" she shouted down to me from atop her high heels. Then she strode from the room, but before rounding the corner she added," You can get up now, bitch." I slept on the couch that night, unable to bring myself to face my wife again. The next morning I awoke to the sounds and smells of sausage, bacon, and eggs cooking. I walked dazedly to the kitchen to find Kelly there working hard to make a huge home-cooked meal. She noticed me in the doorway from the living room and immediately walked to me, burying her face in my chest and wrapping her arms around me. "I-I'm so sorry, Steve. I don't know what else to say." The smell of her soft shampooed hair beneath my chin felt more like a homecoming than any big breakfast possibly could. I returned the hug, kissing the top of her head. "It's okay, sweetheart. It was definitely an unusual situation." She pulled back from me to meet my eyes. "What do you want to do?" she asked, "Should we call the police? That animal, should be locked away." I immediately felt a knot in my stomach at her question. I absolutely did not want a permanent record of what had happened last night. She waited for my answer but turned her head noticing that the bacon was smoking, and quickly walked back to turn on the fan over the stove. "Well?" she asked again as she tended to the bacon. "I," I hesitated, "Let's just move forward, Kelly. No real harm was done, and we can just avoid that asshole from now on." She looked up at me for a moment. "Okay, Steve...I'll support whatever decision you make. Sit down, breakfast's ready." That day at work I could get absolutely nothing done. My mind was completely occupied, and I welcomed the end of the day, and the prospect of going to my advanced Jiu-jitsu class. The eight o'clock class was for brown-belts and above. That evening three other brown belts and two black belts had showed up, but, even though I was just a brown belt I was a madman, dominating everyone I rolled with. "Take it easy, Steve," one of the blackbelts told me, "We're not going full-speed here...just ninety-percent. You can injure someone with these throws." I dialed it back a notch, but I still felt better once the class was over. After class I changed out of my gi into gym shorts and a t- shirt. I checked my phone on my way to the car. There were two messages. One from my wife and one from Andre. I had the same sinking feeling I had from the night before. I listened to the message from my wife: "Uh...hi, honey," she started, "I know we talked about avoiding Andre, but I ran into him at the grocery store again, and... Well, we started talking, and, first of all, right off he was apologetic, so... Look, Steve, I know we said we'd avoid him, but after talking with him a bit I feel like it's just wrong to not address this head-on...as adults. I told him that you'd be home around eight so he should come by around nine. That way, if you completely disagree with me we still have time to cancel the whole thing. I love you sweetie, I hope things are going well." It was already nine o'clock. She had forgotten about my BJJ class tonight. Andre would be at my house any minute. I quickly got the car started and headed home before listening to Andre's message: "Hey, buddy, hope things are going well." The friendly tone of his voice made my blood boil. "I just met your sweet little honey-pot wife at the grocery store. Well...I wouldn't say I MET her there...more like FOLLOWED her there. I put out my best olive-branch and she wants me to come by your house tonight at nine. If I remember correctly, you'll be getting out of your BJJ class around then, so I guess I'll see you closer to nine-thirty. Anyway, pal, I just wanted to let you know up front that I've decided that I'm gonna take everything that's yours and make it mine, starting with that fine ass your wife has." Any remnants of hope that remained for a positive resolution to all of this vanished as an icy ball formed in my gut. "Yeah...I'll see if I can teach her some new stuff. We're gonna play a little game; it's called 'Andre Says. So, anyway, buddy, I just wanted to let you know that you don't really need to come home tonight; you're not welcome. There's only enough room in my little pack for one man, so feel free to just start over with a new life somewhere else. "On the other hand, I've always got room for more bitches, so if you decide that you're going to come home anyway, you better be wearing some little pink panties when you walk through the door or you're probably gonna regret it. Alright, pal, take it easy." I jammed my foot down on the accelerator and got my car up over one hundred miles per hour. I was home eighteen minutes later and almost drove through the front door as I skidded into a flower bed. I left the engine running and leapt from the car, bounding up the front patio stairs and through the unlocked door. I never saw it coming. Andre was waiting next to the door, and for the third time in a week he subdued me in the exact same arm-lock. He held his hand over me mouth while his other hand held my pinkies up behind my shoulder-blades. "Shhhh. He whispered into my ear. If you struggle or make a noise I'll rape you in front of your wife and then rape your wife in front of you. Got it?" I nodded. "Here," he said to someone else in the room, "just hold his pinkies like this and there's not much he can do." "Like this?" I heard Erin Howard say behind me, and she took my pinkies from him and firmly held them in one hand. I tried to suddenly rip free of her grasp, but even though I was stronger than her she just had too much leverage on me. "Hey, enough of that, bitch," Erin said. "You heard what Andre said...you make noise and all kinds of bad things will start to happen." Andre started walking up the stairs. "Now if you don't mind," Andre said as he started walking up the stairs, "I was in the middle of working out all these issues with my new bitch...oh...sorry, I meant 'your wife.'" With that he disappeared up the stairs. "Let me go, Erin, I don't want to have to get violent with you, butYEAARGH!" She had cranked hard on my arms the way Andre had before. My shoulders were screaming. "You think YOU'RE the alpha bitch around here?" she spoke in my ear, "Let me tell you something, STEPHANIE...you keep thinking you're a man, but you're not. In fact, you're far from being a REAL man. "Andre...MY man...now THAT is a real man. If he wanted to spend his Sunday afternoon drinking beer and getting his cock sucked on the front lawn, the only two questions I'd have for him would be what kind of beer he wanted and where he wanted me to kneel in the grass. "'Why?' You might ask. Why would someone of my reputation and education debase myself for a thug like Andre? It's easy: Because. The cock. Is. That. Good." "Don't worry, you'll learn soon enough. Your wife is learning right now. She was faithful to you, I have no doubt, but she's never had Andre...and there's no going back after that glorious deep dicking. She'll convert....He'll make her his bitch, and I DO mean 'bitch' in every sense of the word. You see, Andre likes to have his newly broken bitches give him a little gesture of their complete submission...to show him that there's no confusion about their role in this relationship. He'll give your wife a little taste of that big, beautiful cock...then when she's just starting to understand what it is that Andre's been blessed with, he'll stop... "First, he'll make your wife ask for it... "Then he'll make your wife beg for it... "Then he'll tell her the only way he's going to put that big cock back inside her wet, sloppy cunt is if she gets on her hands and knees, wags her happy ass back and forth and barks like a horny little bitch." "Bullshit," I spat. She chuckled in my ear. "Let's go find out, shall we?" She led me upstairs and down the hall until we were right next to the closed door of Kelly and my bedroom. As we had walked I kept feeling something hard against my backside, and when I craned my head over my shoulder I saw that she was sporting a rubber strap-on dildo. "You like that, slut?" Erin whispered, "Don't worry, we won't be using it unless Andre tells me too, and that might never happen. In fact, I'll tell you what, if we don't hear barking in the next five minutes, I'll let you go." Five minutes she said, but I needed to figure out how to get out of Erin's grip NOW. I knew I could rely on my wife's faithfulness, but who knew what that scumbag, Andre, would do to her against her will. Our bedroom sounded quiet. I knew that Kelly would scream for me if Andre tried to force himself on her, but I had no idea what they could be doing in the meantime...talking? In any event I needed to figure out how to escape this hold. If I could just- My body went rigid at the sound I heard coming from my bedroom. It sounded like high-pitched squeaks. Or... ...barking...a small dog barking. Erin started quietly laughing behind me and I felt like I had been doused in ice-water. "Bullshit," I whispered through trembling lips. My eyes blurred as they filled with tears. "Let's go," Erin said, "Let's see if it's bullshit." She man-handled me to the door and pushed me through. The barking sound had stopped but was replaced by a moan as I watched what I thought impossible a minute before: Kelly was completely nude on our bed. She was stretched out on her stomach - her bare, pale ass raised up off the sheets as Andre knelt behind her and slowly pushed his thick cock into her pussy. Her face was a mix of shock and ecstasy; her mouth hung open slack as her moan continued until Andre had pulled her hips against his. Andre pulled back and then slid back in again, getting into a nice slow rhythm before looking up to see me. "Hey, girls," he said to Erin and I. I was still too overcome with what was in front of me to respond, but Erin answered for both of us: "Hey, baby." He looked at me. "Hey, Stephanie, guess where I'm gonna shoot my load?" he asked me. My wife was in a rapturous daze, and she thought the question was meant for her, "Wherever you want! Wherever you want! Give it to me, Andre! I need your cum!" Her ranting made a fool of me for the countless time this week. Andre grabbed one of his socks near the bottom of the bed and crammed it into Kelly's mouth hard. "Shut up, bitch, I wasn't talking to you!" Her eyes remained closed as she moaned around the dirty wad. Andre turned back to me saying, "Maybe you don't wanna guess - fine I'll tell you. My new bitch here tells me that she's ovulating so I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. "I'm gonna plant a little Andre in your wife's belly, and the two of you bitches can raise him for me." He said it with a casual calmness that belied the complete pleasure he was dealing my wife with his slow deep-dicking. "I...I..." I had no answer. "Bring that speechless little bitch over here," Andre ordered. Gripping my pinkies, Erin walked me over towards the bed. "Do you still want to fight this, Steve?" he asked, "Do you actually still think there's a chance you could come out of this as THE MAN? Really?" I finally found my voice: "F-fuck you, Andre." That brought a smile to his face. "Maybe later, you horny slut...right now I'm a little busy fucking my new bitch. Unless..." he paused while still lazily thrusting into Kelly. "Unless you still think this is YOUR bitch. Hmmm? Let's find out, Steve. Why don't you tell her to stop." It felt hopeless, but I heard myself try none-the-less: "Kelly... Kelly, please," I begged lamely. Her eyes flicked in my direction but her expression didn't change: her mouth held wide by the sock stuffed in it - moaning; her ass still arched up to meet Andre's plunging cock. "Kelly," I continued, "for God's sake...please, stop this." She ignored me. Andre laughed. "Okay, Steve...you've had a try, now let's see if she listens to someone else." Andre gave Erin a look and she, moved me in front of my wife's face. "Suck it, bitch!" Andre ordered, and my wife spat out the sock in her mouth, yanked down the front of my shorts and underwear, and took my limp cock whole in her slobbering, moaning lips; Andre kept fucking her from behind. "Kelly, don't!" I pleaded, but she was deaf to my words. I tried to back away, but Kelly grabbed me by the balls, pulled me back against the edge of the bed, and closed her lips around me. She had never taken me into her mouth so hungrily, and despite my unwillingness it was only a few moments before I was swelling inside her warm, wet mouth. As my shaft grew I again tried to get her to listen. "Kelly...oh...God..." It felt amazing, "Kelly, please." I tried backing away again, stretching my scrotum against her grip. "Let me get this straight," Erin said behind me as she held me in place. "You apparently DON'T want your pathetic little cock in your own wife's mouth?" "That's the thing, Erin," Andre replied, still thrusting into Kelly's pussy. "Kelly's no longer Steve's wife...and I'll prove it to you now to remove any lingering doubt." He looked at me and said, "This is the last time you'll have your cock inside any of MY bitches, so enjoy these last few seconds." I looked down at Kelly as she ravenously bobbed her head along my swollen shaft - my heart sank. "That's enough sucking, bitch," Andre bellowed; Kelly let go of my balls, and my wet cock slipped from her lips. The elastic of my shorts and underwear snapped back into place when she let them go, my erection tenting the front. "Well," Andre said, "I guess it's clear she's my bitch now, but what about you?" He looked at me with a thoughtful expression feigning concern. "If you're not the big man here then what are you? What's left? What do you think, Erin?" "Maybe she's one of your bitches," Erin offered. Andre seemed pleased with her answer. "Fuck you, Andre," I said. "Uh oh," he replied with sarcasm, "apparently you're a bitch that still needs to be broken. But I'm a little busy breaking in THIS bitch," their little dialogue was so staged it almost seemed rehearsed, and Erin replied right on cue with the enthusiasm of a peppy cheerleader: "Maybe I can break her in for you, Andre," and she turned me to face the wall next to the headboard. "Fuck you, Andre," I cursed again, but Erin had total physical control of me. "Don't worry, Stephanie," he replied, "You'll get your chance. Once Kelly here's pregnant with little Andre Junior then I can use your tight little ass until she squeezes out my pup, and who knows...if she has a girl we can put her up for adoption and try again...then I'll need your tight bitch-ass for another nine months." I fought as Erin forced me up against the wall, and Andre held up a hand as if to stop her for a moment. She held me there. "Okay, Stephanie, I can see that you still have some final reserve of resistance left - some shred of hope and defiance hidden way down inside. Let's see if we can clear that up real quick." He grabbed a fistful of my wife's hair and jerked her head around to face me before speaking to me. "Look at my bitch, Stephanie," He punctuated the word 'bitch' with a hard slap across her bare, curved ass eliciting from her a squeaking yelp. "Do you still love her?" His question was more malicious that any insult imaginable. I didn't want to play his cruel game, didn't want to answer, but I knew that any escape possible was only through him, so I nodded my head in confirmation as tears once again filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks. "It's okay, baby," he said to me soothingly. "Let's see how SHE feels about YOU. I'll let her make the decision. If she wants me to leave, I'll walk out the door and never come back." My heart rose. Was he serious? Would he really leave? He had been cruel, but so far he had at least kept his word. Once we were free would Kelly and I ever be able to move past tonight? That was a much more difficult question...one that could be dealt with once this was all over. "Sound good, Stephanie? Can we both trust her to make the right decision?" I nodded silently but eagerly. "Okay, let's find out..." Then he looked down at my wife, whom he was still fucking. Suddenly he pulled out of her completely, and a panic spread across my wife's face like a scuba diver that's just run out of air. "W-Wuh." Was all she could manage at first followed by, "Wait!...Please!" but Andre held her down on the bed. She was arching her ass into the air and begging as if she had never heard the word "pride" in her life. Her shameful display dropped me from my hope-filled heights like a trap-door...but I hadn't hit rock-bottom yet. That came next. My frantic wife suddenly looked like she had remembered something important - something that would help her with her desperate problem. Then she started wagging her ass back and forth and I heard her start to make a noise; it was a noise that I had heard from the hallway, but SEEING it...seeing her like this, brought home the full weight of her act of submission. With me, her husband, two feet in front of her face she was submitting completely to another man - begging for his cock. She was making a complete fool of herself, her shoulders pressed flat against the mattress, her wagging ass arched high behind her, and her high-pitched barking filling the room. "Arf! Arf! Arf!" barked the woman with a masters degree in education from UCLA. "Arf! Arf! Arf!" barked the woman who had fallen in love with me and become my wife almost a decade ago. "Arf! Arf! Arf!" barked that shameless horny bitch, begging for Andre's cock back inside her sopping wet pussy. He gave it to her, and her barks turned into moans the likes of which my cock has never been able to elicit from her. He yanked her head around to face me again. Her eyes were shut, and he slapped her cheek. "Look at your bitch husband," he said then. "Look at her." She did. Glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, she made real eye-contact for the first time since I had been brought into the room. "Now listen to me," he continued talking to her as they fucked. "If you ask me right now, I'll let him go. You two can go back to the way things were and forget all about Andre and his cock." A look crept across her face that I could only describe as worry. Still deep-dicking her Andre continued: "If you don't ask me to leave then I'm gonna turn your 'big man' here into my bitch for real, and I'm gonna make him my bitch again and again, night after night until the only trace of manhood left is the little stiffy he gets in his pink panties when I throw him down on the bed and plow his moaning ass." Then I saw it. Andre had gone too far. His harshly graphic threats had moved something inside her and I could see it on her face. Was it apprehension? It was. He had overplayed his hand...under-estimated our love. She would never- Andre pulled his cock out as suddenly as before and erased her look of concern like a bolt of lightning. She was immediately writhing under him again, wagging her ass and barking for his cock. Andre put a hand over her mouth to silence her and asked: "What's it gonna be, Kelly?" She looked at me over his big hand then the moment he uncovered her mouth she was yelling: "Fuck him! I don't care. Make him your bitch. Just please..." she begged as she wagged her ass. "What was that?" Andre teased. "Oh, God, Andre, PLEASE!!! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! I'm yours! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!" I looked away - finally broken. "You makin' a sad-face, Stephanie? Don't worry, I know how to turn that frown upside-down." He nodded at Erin and she pulled my shorts and boxer-briefs down to my knees. "Fuck you, Andre," I whispered without conviction...helplessly repeating the sad protest like a broken record. With only one of her hands Erin was still holding both of my hands behind my back, and with the other she worked the tip of her lubed-up strap-on between my clenched cheeks until the tip was pressing against my tightened sphincter. She started to put a little pressure against my ass and as my hole spread apart a single millimeter I could tell that no amount of flexing ass cheeks would stop her advancing dildo. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" I pleaded in a panicked frenzy as she slid in another millimeter. For some reason I felt that if I could stop this last act RIGHT NOW I could somehow retain some last shred of my manhood. "Just...please! Ahhh! Wait!" But she wasn't waiting. She pushed in another full inch and I grunted against the pain. "Ungh...Erin...listen to me! Just listen toaaAAIYEEE!!!" I shrieked as she pushed the remaining five inches up my ass, slapping her thighs against my naked rump. She kept her pelvis ground against me, my stomach pressed to the wall and her strap-on buried to the hilt. I quietly prayed that Erin wouldn't move a muscle as I kept as perfectly still as possible: up on my toes, my face against the wall. The only sounds in the room were the wet smacking noises of Andre's cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy and her lusty moaning. After a full minute of this, the sharp pain in my ass subsided as my hole relaxed around the veiny, rubber invader. Then Erin started to slowly pull the dildo back out of my ass. There was no pain, but I felt like my insides were coming out as she withdrew millimeter by agonizing millimeter. "Oh, God," I whined. "Please, Erin.." I felt like I was going to go to the bathroom, right there on my bedroom floor. For some reason, after all the other humiliations, losing control of my bowels was more than I could bear. But then she stopped with just a half-inch of tip in my ass, and a moment later she started pushing back in. This time there was no pain...in fact, the uncomfortable feeling of needing to go to the bathroom was immediately replaced by relief and a satisfying fullness that increased with each inch that she pushed inside me. Relief? Satisfying fullness?!? What was I thinking? What the fuck was I feeling? She paused a moment with the dildo all the way in, and then, once again Erin started slowly pulling out, and immediately the discomfort returned. I tried moving my ass backwards to slow the speed of her retreat. This drew a chuckle from Erin, and I suddenly knew why. With my chest pressed against the wall, the only way I could move my ass backwards was to arch it away from the wall. Without thinking I had inadvertently adopted the posture of a horny porn-star. "Do you want my cock back in your ass?" she said, her voice dripping with amusement, and as the thick head of her strap-on gently pulled against the inside of my clenching ring I managed to arch back another inch to keep it inside. She held herself like that - gently tugging against my hole. I felt like she was about to turn me inside out, I couldn't stand the feeling any longer. Andre turned Kelly's head towards me again and said to her: "Open your eyes, bitch." She opened a pair of glassy, unfocused eyes. "Do you see that, Kelly?" he asked her. "Look at her, Kelly. Look at Stephanie - getting broken in by my top bitch. She's finally starting to learn her place, aren't you, baby." I kept my ass pushed out behind me to maintain my hold on the tip of the strap-on...lest it tragically pop out of my desperately gripping hole. Five minutes ago I would have shouted back a "fuck you;" all I said was a quiet whimpering, "Unh, unh, unh...." "That's right," Andre continued, "learning her fucking place and once she does..." "Listen, bitch," he said, now addressing me, but still casually deep- dicking my wife, "Once you show me the proper respect, Stephanie, everything will be for the better. I promise you. "There are two bitches in this room getting fucked tonight. One of them's in red-faced agony," he said nodding towards me, "The other's in horny-bitch-heaven," he looked down at Kelly and put a finger against her lips. She ravenously started sucking on it without hesitation. "The only difference between you two is a state of mind. If you could just flip a switch inside your head then you could be in horny-bitch- heaven too. If you could just let go of your imagined manhood then what's happening to you could change - from a humiliating violation to an experience of pure physical pleasure." At that moment, Erin started sliding the thick rubber cock back up inside my ass. The previous discomfort was immediately replaced with a peaceful feeling that sent calming waves through my body. After waiting for her to push the strap-on back in for so long, I couldn't deny the truth that I was getting exactly what I had wanted for the last few minutes. "See, baby?" Andre said to me soothingly, "I can see it on your face, you want this." I mentally cursed myself for letting him see my look of satisfaction. "Just think, baby - if you just submit...just let go...then all this stress can melt away. All this animosity and competition, all the energy you put into trying to be a man, all the energy you put into trying to protect your woman..." Smiling, he looks down at my wife, still sucking on a finger and moaning with each long stroke of his cock in her pussy. "If you just let go, baby, then all the weight...all those responsibilities will disappear. "You'll be MY bitch...and I take care of ALL my bitches." Erin filled me up to the hilt and my body relaxed back against her. "That's it, bitch," Erin said, "Learn to love the cock. Embrace the feeling. You don't want to be empty inside, do you?" I ignored her words. She was trying to play mind-games with me, and it wasn't going to work. I couldn't deny the fact though, that no matter how disquieting the thought: I definitely preferred the way it felt when she pushed it in, to the way it felt when she pulled it out. I told myself this didn't mean anything though; it was just an unemotional comparison of physical sensations. She pulled back out and once again was tugging against my tense ring of anal muscle. "What do you say, bitch?" she asked. "Do you like it like THIS? - just about to pop out of your squeezing little sphincter?" She used her free hand to pinch my nipple. "I asked you a question. Do you like it like this?" I shook my head 'no.' "Okay then, your choice: pulled out like this? or back inside?" she waited a few seconds, twisted the nipple, "Hmmm? Out or in?" "In," I whispered. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." "In," I said louder this time while straining my ass backwards wantonly. "Ask nicely...you know what I want to hear, bitch. Use your words." If she could have seen my face at that moment she would have laughed as I pouted in frustration - an expression I don't think I'd used since I was in grade school. I DID know what she wanted to hear. Mind-games or not, I composed myself and decided to play along to keep from prolonging this agony: "Please, Erin....please put it back inside me. Please put your COCK back inside me. It feels so much better when it's in me...It makes me feel full...so nice and full." I was facing the wall, but I could empathically sense Erin's ear-to-ear grin as she started to push back inside my ass. As she filled me up, it suddenly occurred to me that now Erin was following MY commands. Maybe I could turn these mind-games around on her. "That's it," I said encouraging her, "All the way in." Her hips were against my ass again. "Stay right there...nice and deep." She did as I asked, grinding against my cheeks. That was two more times in a row that she did as I said. Was it possible that she was letting me take control? I felt so full back there; it was strangely relaxing. What else could I get her to do? I needed to establish a new pecking order, a behavioral pattern of HER following MY commands. "Can you pull back out, Erin," I asked, "Please?" She did...and she complied again when I told her "...and back in. There you go...don't stop." And just like that she was sawing in and out of my ass, just as I had commanded her to do. I felt the wetness of my sticky pre-cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh. What else could I get her to do? I needed to make my requests subtle. I couldn't simply say, 'let me go now, Erin.' I had to keep asking her to do things that I knew she would have done on her own anyway. That way she wouldn't even notice that I was the one giving the orders now. Eventually I could maybe stray away from whatever pre-arranged script she had in store for me, but not now - not yet. ...but what could I get Erin to do next? I had an idea ...an idea that might get me free of her grip. "That's it," I told her as she fucked my ass. "Fuck me, Erin." I started to push my ass back against her thrusts. The sensation of her cock moving inside me was beginning to have an unexpected effect. Somehow she was able to maneuver her cock in such a way that it was almost like she was rubbing the base of my own cock from the inside. I had heard of prostate massage before, and I knew that this was what she was expertly doing with the tip of her serially-invading rubber dick. As a result, my own cock was now constantly seeping a trail of clear pre-cum that was flinging from my swinging cock to splatter against the wall in front of me and drip down my thighs. I also began to feel the telltale heaviness of my swinging member as it began to fill with blood in the beginning stages of an erection. I had to act fast before I embarrassed myself even further by getting a hard-on from her anal dicking. "That's it, Erin," I said again, "Harder!" She once again did as I commanded and started to drive into me more forcefully. I could barely help being out of breath from the effort, and the overwhelming sensations, which had now made me semi-erect, started to cause me to quietly gasp each time she drove deep up my ass. It was harder to talk now, but I knew I had to follow through with my escape plan. "Eh...Eh...That's....it...Eh...grab...my...ass...Eh...pull...me...Eh...in...harder" she ran her free hand down my side and obediently took a hold of my hip and started using her grip to pull into me harder. "Eh...Yes...yes," I gasped in easy-to-feign pleasure, "pinch...my...nipple...Eh..." and without hesitation, she used the hand that was restraining mine behind my back to reach around me and pinch a nipple. My arms had fallen asleep while being restrained, and they fell awkwardly to my sides as she let them go. It would be minutes before I could use them with sufficient strength to make an escape. For now, the show would have to go on: "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Erin! Fuck me!" I was now almost shouting. My cock had continued to swell, until it was the hardest it had ever been since my teenage days. The throbbing thing was no longer swinging, but pointing rigidly towards the wall and just slightly bobbing under my belly like a small, angry weapon. I kept my face to the wall to avoid looking at my wife getting fucked by Andre. The wet sounds of his cock in her pussy and her moaning were disturbing enough without the visual. The circulation was excruciatingly returning to my arms in a burning wave of pins and needles. I still needed more time before I could make my move. The hand Erin was using to tweak my nipple started to drift down my chest, her fingertips lightly tracing a route down my stomach and back under my arching hips until she rested her fingers in the brown tuft of my pubic hair. I hadn't told her to do that. "Wait!" I protested breathily. "Erin...p-please..." She slid her fingers around my hard shaft. Her touch was electric and I let out an involuntary gasp that almost sounded like a moan. "Erin..." "Shut up, bitch," she snapped, "Did you really think I was falling under your spell? I have a bachelor's degree in psychology, not that I needed it since your desperate little plan was about as transparent as a child's. "You're mine to break in, Stephanie, I'll do what I want with you, and right now I think it's time for you to cum. I want to hear your girlish squeal." She started to stroke my cock back and forth in time with her own penetrating rhythm. My resolve vanished; the escape plan was wiped from my mind in that same instant. Up to that point, despite my raging hard-on, I felt that I could resist the sensations from Erin's cock, but the moment she started jerking me off I knew that I was mere minutes from cumming - with or without my consent. ...and the thing is, I didn't want to resist any more. I was tired of my principled stands resulting in only more humiliation. I was done trying to get out of this situation. All I wanted was for her firm, gripping fist to stroke me until I came. "Please...oh, god please, Erin," I begged, but now I was no longer begging her to stop; now I was begging her to keep going - to finish me off. "Pinch your nipples, you fucking slut," she ordered. The strength in my arms had returned, but instead of fighting her I pulled my shirt up over my head and did as she said. I may have been physically stronger than Erin, but it wasn't my place to resist her. She was Andre's top bitch, and I wanted nothing more than to please her and avoid more shame. "Are you close, bitch?" Erin asked. "Yes...yes..." I gasped. I put my hands against the wall as she drove into me. "Are you ready to do your part, bitch? Are you ready to be a good girl? Tell me." She commanded. "Yes...I'm your bitch.. I'm-" "ANDRE'S bitch," she corrected. I hesitated the briefest of moments before I tried again: "I'm Andre's bitch. I'm his bitch. I'll be a good girl; I promise." "Then I don't want to hear any of your attempts at manly grunting when you cum. Good little girls moan and squeal. THAT'S what I want to hear; got it?" "Yes...yes..." She started stroking me with great fervor then, and suddenly my orgasm was upon me. I flexed every muscle in my legs as the precluding tingling sensation built up from my toes all the way up to my cock. My cock swelled even further and just as I was seconds from exploding Erin took her hand off my cock and pinched both of my nipples hard. "Squeal, bitch!" she hissed as she pistoned her strap-on in and out of my flexing ass, and squeal I did. I whined desperately for Erin to jerk me off, but she wouldn't have it, and it was too late anyway. I was too close. My cock convulsed violently beneath me as I started shooting my hot white jizz against the wall and down on the floor. Each pulse of my ejaculation was accompanied by a hard flexing of my ass around Erin's cock. I did Erin proud, squealing in an euphoric girlish falsetto with each spurt. She twisted my nipples roughly as she continued driving up inside me. As often happens, my orgasm brought with it a sudden clarity, and as I flexed my cock one more time to squeeze out the last of my dignity, I was suddenly aware of everything. I turned my head to see my wife laying face-down and asleep on our bed, having finally been presumably impregnated by her stud minutes ago. Andre was reclining on his side watching Erin and I with amusement. "Well, done, Erin," he said, "I can always rely on you to break my bitches in." My newfound clarity demanded I retort, but Erin grabbed my still-hard cock and started rubbing her squeezed fist along the head. Having just cum it was extremely sensitive and I started squealing again in shocked over-sensation. I grabbed her wrist with both hands while writhing against her touch. "So," Andre said, "It's easy to break in a new bitch when they're about to cum. Now's the part where you show me you're serious. Now's the time when you show me that even in a post-orgasmic lucidity you'll do what we ask." I was still squirming against Erin's torturous stroking. She wrung my cock one hard, final time squeezing out one last drip. Then she abruptly pulled her strap-on out of my ass and completely let go of me. I fell to my knees, head hanging, doubly broken. "Go get that bitch ready," Andre ordered. I looked up inquiringly as Erin gripped my upper arm and drew me to my feet. "Get me ready?" I asked. "Right," Andre replied, "I don't fuck guys in gym shorts for pleasure, I'm no fag. Sure I'll educate the occasional young buck that challenges me, but that's not sexual...just a matter of putting someone in their place. If you want to be one of my bitches then you'll have to look the part." I realized what he meant. He wanted me to be some kind of crossdressing pansy, and as Erin tried to lead me away from the bed I resisted for a moment. Andre saw me hesitate and he was off the bed and on his feet in a flash, like a charging silverback. He got in my face. "Do you really want to embarrass yourself again? It's up to you." He was right. All the feelings of shame and humiliation had come from inside ME. As long as I fought Andre he would continue to physically force me into submission. My wife had submitted to him completely, but in contrast to my resistant attitude, she had just had the night of her life - 'horny- bitch-heaven' as Andre had put it. It was all a simple matter of perspective. If I could change my perspective, embrace the role Andre has for me... ...then maybe... "No," I said, "I'll do it." Erin led me into the bathroom, where she had me shower and shave my entire body below the neck except for a small patch of pubic hair. After drying she had me use my wife's scented lotion all over; then she led me to the mirror where she had a large bag waiting on the counter. She pulled out a smaller kit and started putting make-up on me. I sat there passively, letting her do what she wanted. A layer of (what I would someday learn was) base and concealer covered any semblance of manly shadow. Then she did a smoky, black look on my eyes. I had seen similar eye make-up on porn-stars. Next she brushed on a heavy amount of blush. It wasn't subtle at all and made me look like an absurd doll. She used a pencil to add a black beauty mark on one cheek and then applied pale pink lipstick and gloss to complete the look. She reached into the bag again and pulled out a blonde wig of curls and pigtails already held up with pink ribbon bows. Once it was on my head, I had two reactions simultaneously. The first was that I looked like a silly Japanese animated porn character. The second was that I was unrecognizably cute and sexy. I realized that I would never pass for a woman in more minimal, natural make-up, but in the privacy of my bedroom, I could be made up in this over-the-top fashion and I actually found myself looking curiously desirable. Erin she led me back through the bedroom and into Kelly's walk-in closet, and looked through some drawers until she finally found where my wife kept a modest stash of lingerie and costumes. After rifling through it a bit she handed me a small pile of lace and satin. "You'll have to buy your own stuff eventually," she said, "but for tonight, you can squeeze into this." She had picked out things that would fit any sized person. I started with a pair of opaque, white thigh-highs. They were part of a school- girl outfit I had bought Kelly, but she had never worn for me. The back of each bore a pink heart at the top. "Put on the rest," I heard Erin say. The next thing in the pile was a small wad of pink lace. I lifted up a pair of lacy pink panties. I glanced at Erin and saw that she was holding her phone up to record what I was doing. I paused a moment. "Don't stop on my account, Stephanie," she ridiculed, "Me recording this doesn't change your own situation one bit, and dressing up in women's lingerie is definitely not the most embarrassing thing you've been recorded doing tonight." A question crossed my face. "Oh, you didn't notice," she continued in response to my expression, "but after Andre finished off your wife he and I were both getting plenty of good footage. You were a little distracted to notice it. I believe your words were, 'That's it Erin...harder! Fuck me, Erin!' Of course I'm paraphrasing; I'll have to replay the entire thing once the two angles are edited together to get the exact wording." I was already four-times broken, but I still blushed at her reenactment of what I had said less than twenty minutes ago. "Anyway," she said, still recording, "Get on with it." I stepped into and slid the panties up my legs. When they were almost pulled all the way up, I was surprised to find my cock semi-erect, and with a tiny string of pre-cum dripping from the tip. "Oh, fuck, Stephanie, that's priceless," she said, with great pleasure, "You can't script a reaction like that." I picked up the last item. It was a pink see-through baby-doll with a fuzzy angora-like trim around the top and bottom. I held it up and it floated down my arms and over my head. Erin reached into her bag again and after a few moments of trying to find what she was looking for, she pulled out a pair of bedroom slippers, what I would someday learn were called "mules," with pink poof-ball things on the toes. "I'm sure your wife's shoes won't fit you," Erin said. "I bought a few different pairs; I'm glad I threw these in too, they fit your outfit perfectly." I slipped my feet into them, and Erin led me back into what used to be my bedroom. My wife was still passed-out asleep next to Andre who was reclining on a pile of pillows with his hands behind his head. He saw me come in and pushed my wife off the bed with his foot. She woke in a startled daze and picked herself up off the carpeted floor, and he said: "Go get me a drink, and when you come back make sure to record this with my phone." She had a confused look that said 'record what?' Then she looked around, and made eye-contact with me. She looked me up and down once with surprise, then as she was about to look away she literally did a double-take upon realizing that it was me. Her jaw fell open. "Move it, bitch!" Andre ordered as he threw a pillow at the back of her head. She scrambled to her feet and shuffled out the door, her eyes on me the entire time. Andre turned his attention to me. "Alright, Stephanie, your wife's just earned herself nine months of rest while she grows my baby. That means that anytime I feel like fucking her, you'll get to take her place. "So, go ahead and get your little bitch-ass up here on the bed so I can break you in proper." For a moment I felt a twinge of real fear. I had been on auto-pilot throughout my transformation, but THIS was something entirely different. Then I thought about what Andre had said. I realized I didn't have to feel fear or dread. If I could open up to this experience and let go, then I could enjoy this the way my wife had. I could be in 'horny-bitch-heaven.' I chuckled at the thought of that phrase. Then I felt a calmness that came with my acceptance. Why fight this thing, when it would feel so much better to own it. I didn't meekly shuffle over to the bed, I strutted with all the feminine swagger I could muster, and as I crawled up onto the bed I gave Andre a snarl that actually managed to surprise the unflappable Andre. This pleased me to no end. He recovered his composure with a now thrilled smile. "Attagirl," he said getting up off his back I was done fighting it...done fighting for everything all the time. From now on Andre would be doing all of my fighting for me. Andre would protect me. I got up on my hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder. As he crawled up behind me a smile spread across his face. His knees moved between mine, and he grabbed my hips, roughly pulling them back towards him. For the first time I could remember, I had a place, and I didn't have to stress or struggle for it. All I had to do was whatever Andre told me to do. ...but this one time he wouldn't have to tell me anything; I knew what he wanted. He moved the crotch of my panties to the side, and with his huge cock pressing against my soft hole, I started wagging my ass back and forth, and then, like the happy, horny bitch I am, I started barking.
Anita and I have been friends since we first met in High School. She was a cheer leader and I was a nerd. She could have any guy she wanted and she had guys following her around like puppy dogs. I knew that a guy like me would never have a chance with her so I could just worship her from afar, which I did. After high school we went our own way and ... as sometimes happens... we found ourselves living within a few blocks of each other when we settled down in our new town and careers. We became friends, like in high school, but things never developed beyond that. I am a cross dresser. I started when I was about ten and would dress when I was home alone, which at that age, was not too often. My mother did catch me a few times then gave it up as a lost cause and allowed me to dress whenever I wanted to but she did nothing to help me, I was on my own which was good enough for me. Now that I live alone I can, and do, dress whenever I am in the mood, which is quite often. One afternoon I was putting a picture of me in a new dress in my album. I was sitting in my kitchen looking through the album which was full of photos of me in various dresses when the door bell rang. I walked through the living room and opened the front door. Anita was there. I welcomed her in and we sat in the living room. She wanted to watch a certain TV program, which was on cable which she did not have, and I did. I turned it on and we watched it. About an hour into the show she asked if she could have a soda. I told her to help herself. She went to the kitchen to fetch a cold one from the fridge. The commercial was over and she was still in the kitchen. She was still not back a few minutes later so I went to the kitchen to see what was keeping her, I saw her sitting at the table looking through my album which I had inadvertently left sitting open and in plane sight on the table. "Oops." "This is you, Phil?" she said in a questioning tone. There was no way I was able to lie my way out of this, she knew I had no sister, or girl cousins. "Yes." "You are cute. How long have you been doing this, dressing as a girl?" I thought I may as well tell the whole truth. "For as long as I can remember." I told her all about how, as a kid, I would wear my mothers clothes whenever I could; how I always admired the way girls looked when wearing party dresses and how bad it was not being able to wear them when I went to parties. I must have spoken for an hour or more telling her all I could remember; and desired to tell. I had to emphasize that I did not want to be a girl; I merely wanted to dress like one. I told her that I occasionally go out in my girl persona; I call myself, Dawn when I do, which is about once or twice a week. When I finished she just sat there looking at me. "Do you mean that you have kept this inside you all these years? Why didn't you say something?" "What am I going to say, I love your dress, Can I borrow it some day?" "Yes, I guess you are right." After a few minutes of nervous silence she spoke up. "You did say that you call yourself Dawn. Well Dawn; what say we go out for supper? I can be ready in an hour. How about you?" "Do you really mean it? We can go out as... 'Girlfriends'?" "You are not nervous going out are you?" "No. I go out quite often but always alone. I would love to have company. I guess I can be ready in an hour also," I said happily. I had just bought a new sweater and skirt; I was putting a picture of me in it in my book when Anita interrupted me. I had only worn it for the picture. I knew we were not going anywhere fancy so it would be good enough. It was just a chance for Anita and Dawn to get better acquainted. It did take me almost an hour to get ready. I have a pair of realistic breasts; they cost me about $500.00 dollars a few years ago. They are for women who have had breasts removed and are made to be used with a special adhesive that allows them to stay on for months at a time but with work and my regular life, that is not practicable. I just attach them with Spirit Gum; a theatrical adhesive that is good for several hours, it does a good job and keeps them in place like they are real. I took a bit more time than usual doing my make up so I could look special; after all, this was the first time I was ever going out with someone. Finished, I thought I looked better than ever. I walked the few short blocks to Anita's house. As I neared her house I started getting a bit nervous, what if she thought I looked stupid. What if this...what if that..? Anita opened the door and gave me the once over. I must have passed because she told me I looked great and she loved my skirt. Then she did something that made my heart beat faster. She kissed me, not a boy on girl kiss but as girlfriends do. Well, to get to the point. We, at least I, had a good time. We went out for a light supper and took a walk around the mall. It felt so good to have someone to talk with about clothes and just stuff. My sexual preference was brought up just once. I told her, again, that I was straight. I just liked wearing girl's clothes. It was almost nine pm when she dropped me off in front of my apartment house. I got the thrill of my life when she kissed me goodnight, again a girl on girl kiss, but still, a kiss, and said we must do this again sometime. I happily agreed. Sometime happened about two weeks later. Anita and I went out about twice a week as girlfriends. Anita asked me over for a cookout on Sunday but she wanted me for supper the night before, Saturday. After supper we just talked. She told me all about her job; she went to collage and worked as an assistant for a hypnotherapist. I told her about my job as a Computer Programmer. Before I knew it, a few hours had passed and I went home. She told me that she had a friend who went to the Military academy in the next town. His classes' graduation was in about a month. To make a long story short, her friend had a friend whose family was across the country and could not make it to the ceremony dance and would I, "pleasepleaseplease", go as his date to the ceremony? Was she asking me to go on a blind date with a guy? She knows I'm straight, I told her that a dozen times. "Sure, I'd love to," I heard myself say. "Where did that come from? I thought, I didn't want to go with a guy. "OH! Thanks so much. Glenn will be thrilled. I showed him a picture of you and he thinks you're hot," she exclaimed. "There is a mistake here. I meant to say never," is what I tried to say. "I'd love to meet him," is what came out. That Friday I again met with Anita at her house and again time passed quickly. I felt as if I was there no longer than an hour but when I looked at the clock I saw that we had been talking for nearly three hours. Saturday I shaved my legs; I usually do on Saturdays because I, Dawn, usually go out on weekends. This time I was extra careful with shaving, legs and face. My clothes had been on my dresser since Wednesday. After a long bubble bath I started my ritual to become Dawn. I was nervous but not because I was going out with Anita, in the months since Anita snooped in my album, we had gone on girls nights, and days, many times. I was nervous because, for the first time ever, and against my better judgment, I was going on a date with a guy. I still did not know why I was doing this. It was more like a compulsion than a desire. Maybe I just wanted to test the waters. But that couldn't be it because I still get excited at a pretty girl. You have no idea how many times I have erections when I see Anita walking around in just panties and bras, or when I see a pretty girl walking down the street. I put on my sexiest and thinnest panties, only to cover them with my padded spandex panty girdle. My pantyhose were black and my bra, French cut and black lace. Then I put on my hip and ass padding over my lace black panties, I glued my breasts on and then my white mini slip with lace cups and four inches of lace at the hem. I decided on a red angora sweater and red mini skirt with gold thread throughout. I noticed that sometimes my slip would show just the tiniest when I moved a certain way. My high heels were my highest, about four inches. My hair is short and I wore my long auburn wig with waves. Anita called me and told me she would be over in a few to help me with my make up. She told me I was lovely and kidded me that I may lose my virginity that night. Needless to say, I was extremely nervous. What the hell am I doing going out to meet, and probably date, a guy? Anita complimented me on how I looked. I usually did a good job when I did my own make up but Anita made me look like an amateur, I was beautiful. At the café, in the parking lot, I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car. We no sooner entered when Anita pointed to two good looking guys in uniforms sitting across the room. They saw us and stood as we approached them. I was introduced to Glenn, who was to be my date and Bart, Anita's boyfriend. They were both tall, athletic, good looking guys. The dinner was enjoyable and I was surprised that I was not nervous, well, not a lot. I liked Glenn and I think he liked me. Dinner over we all decided to go back to Anita's house for coffee before the guys had to return to the Academy. Two couples, two cars. Each of us girls went with our guys in their car. We met at back Anita's. After coffee and some more chit chat it was late and the boys did have to get going. Glenn offered to drive me home and I accepted. He stopped in front of my apartment building, got out and he walked me to the lobby door while Bart waited in the car. A few minutes of nervous small talk and he turned to leave, I tugged on his sleeve; he turned back and I put my arms around his neck, pulled him down to my level and kissed him goodnight. "I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" he said as I pulled my lips away. "Yes, and I had a wonderful time tonight." The tomorrow he was talking about was a cookout at Anita's; she had one almost every weekend. Getting ready for bed I thought about what was going on and what had gone on this night. I had gone out with a man and I liked it. I had kissed a man. And I had liked it. I was looking forward to seeing this man again tomorrow and accepting his invitation to the ball, and I didn't know why. I am not attracted to men but for no rhyme or reason, I was attracted to this man, a virtual stranger. Before I knew it, it was the next morning. Anita called me while I was having breakfast at about ten. I felt like a school girl as I narrated what happened when Glenn dropped me off and how I was looking forward to seeing him again. She told me that Glenn and Bart were there and Glenn would be over to pick me up when I was ready. I told her I would call. I wore something simple but cute. I wanted to make a good impression. I knew it was just for a cookout but I did not want to look sloppy. I called when I was ready and Anita told me Glenn was on his way. I live on the fifth floor and by the time I got to the street I saw Glenn's car pull up to the curb. He got out, kissed me and opened the car for me, quite a gentleman. I got in and squeezed up next to him when he got in. (Why am I doing this? Why am I acting like a woman? I liked being treated this way, and I like the kisses. I know I shouldn't be doing this but it feels so good.) These thoughts were in my head for the three minute drive to Anita's house. I held his hand all the way. Arriving at Anita's he again held the door for me. I was really beginning to like this. Anita greeted me with an air kiss, "Hey girlfriend. Are you ready to pig out, or are you watching your weight?" I told her I was watching my weight and we went to the kitchen to get the stuff ready while the guys sat outside and did whatever it is that guys do, which is talk about the girls. I kept glancing out the window at Glenn; it seemed I couldn't take my eyes off him. Finally everything was ready. We took the stuff outside where the guys had the barbeque going. As always happens in situations like this, we paired of, Anita and Bart; Glenn and I. He attended my every wish, all I had to do was mention that I wanted this or that and I would have it. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment. I felt like a teenage girl with her first crush. If he would treat me like this on such a casual event, what would he be like on a special affair which I was just waiting for him to ask me to. Finally he asked me to be his date for the Graduation Ceremony and dance. The words were not out of his mouth and I answered a resounding, "Yes." He took me in his arms and gave me the biggest kiss I ever received, although I have given many to girls I had taken out, this is the first time I was on the receiving end and I loved it. Then we all talked about the affair. In a nutshell, the ceremony was in two weeks. The ceremony in the afternoon and the dance at night. Anita and I would go there the night before and rent a room. In the morning we would be shown around the Academy, meet some people and change for the ceremony. After that we would change into our gowns for the dance. Spend another night at the motel and leave the next day. That meant that I would need at least five or six changes of clothes; plus I would need a gown, I never bought one because I never needed one. The cookout over, the four of us went for a drive in Bart's car. Then they took us home. Saying goodnight was the best. I felt Glenn's tongue in my mouth and his hand massaging my ass. Again I thought of the many times I had done this to the girls I took out; and again I realized how much better it felt on this end. I had been missing so much. "Boy," I thought to myself as I lay in bed that night. "I'm sure glad I am between girlfriends at this time. What if I had a girlfriend? Would I have accepted Anita's offer to fix me up...with a guy. What if I never left that book open for her to see it? What if...what if...what if..?" The next thing I know it was morning and I had to get to work. I had to force myself to concentrate on my job all week. My mind kept returning to the Ball. I had never had a Ball gown; or even an evening gown; I could not see spending that kind of money on something I might use only once, or maybe not even that much. That was solved by Anita saying I could borrow one of hers if she had one that fit, if not, she knew of a place where they sold second hand gowns at a very reasonable price. That weekend we went shopping for a gown for her. I even tried on a few just for fun. There were some very beautiful gowns there and I wished I could afford at least three of them. Anita bought hers, then we had to pick out shoes and a handbag, at the same shop. After finishing her shopping we went back to her house to see if we could find a gown for me from her large collection. She had an even dozen gowns, not counting the one she bought today. It took me almost an hour before I narrowed my choice to one. (Just for the record, we found out that she and I are exactly the same size,) she found the matching shoes and handbag. I knew I would look beautiful in that gown with the proper make up and hair do. Working in an office I have to keep my hair short so I wear a wig, I have several different styles and colors. My hair is not so short though that I can't form a chick feminine look when I want, but Dawn does prefer long hair. The Friday we were supposed to leave, Anita had an appointment to have her hair and nails done at a salon. I went along with her to have my nails lengthened, shaped and polished, I could always cut them down Sunday night before going back to work on Monday. We left right from the salon. I, we, dressed comfortably for traveling. Our gowns were hanging on the hook in the back seat and our two (each) large suitcases were in the trunk. "Anita," I said, "there is something I have to talk about." "Go ahead Hon. you know you can tell me anything, we are soul sisters." "That's just the point. We are not sisters. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I am not a girl. I am not gay. Why the hell am I so drawn to Glenn? Never in my life have I been interested in a guy, I have had my share of girls. I can't understand what is happening. I feel so good when I am with Glenn, and his kisses knock the wind out of me." As I talked I gesture a lot and I kept being drawn to my hands. They looked so feminine with the long red nails; they looked long and slender, so feminine. "Could I possible be gay and not realize it till now?" "Look Dawn. I don't know how to answer but let me ask you a few questions. Do you like him? Do you like being with him? I know you like his kisses. When you are apart do you count the hours until you see him again?" "Yes, to all of them." "Then face it girl, you are in love. Don't fight it. Go with it. You have a great looking guy, and I think he has the hots for you." "All of what you are saying is well and good but what will happen when, not if, but when, he finds out I am not the girl he loves but a guy in a dress. I want to back out right now and go home but on the other hand, I want to be in his arms and make love to him like a woman which is impossible. I don't know what to do," I told her, almost in tears. All of a sudden we were pulling up at the motel. It was supposed to be a four hour drive but it seemed no more than an hour or two, but I did feel so much better. I couldn't wait to see Glenn and hold him in my arms. We checked in at the motel, each in a separate room; that was Anita's idea, I would have been happy sleeping with her, I still had that old feeling from High school. We took a nap in my room, on top of the bed. I did get to hold her in my arms but it was as two girls. What a situation; I was in bed, or at least on the bed, with the girl I have been infatuated with since high school while waiting to go out with a guy I had met less than two months ago, go figure. We got dressed together, in my room. I wore my purple dress with matching shoes. Anita did my make up and straightened my wig which was frizzy from being in my suit case, I brought three wigs with me. The others I put on folding wig stands so I could brush them out later. We met the guys at a local restaurant where they had made reservations. When Anita and I walked in I got the feeling of Deja vu. We looked across the crowded room and saw our two guys rising as we approached them. The room was filled with guys from the academy, and their dates. I felt like I wanted to run to Glenn but was able to use a slow walk. For the first time in two weeks we had each other in our arms. Dignity prevented us from making up for those two weeks. The meal was delicious. After the meal Anita and Bart stood. "We will see you two in a few hours. We have some time to make up for. I think you know now why we got separate rooms," Anita said looking at me. I knew where they were going, I just hoped that Glenn didn't have the same idea, he did. He took me to my hotel room later. I was almost panic stricken, I knew he was there for the same thing Anita and Bart were in their room for. How was I going to stop him from going too far? He took my keys and opened the door. We stepped inside and then we made up for the last two weeks. I had to stop him when he tried opening the buttons down the back of my dress. I told him what some of the girls I went with told me when they didn't want to go any farther; I told him I was a virgin. That I was saving myself for my wedding night. It worked. Two hours later he left me with one of the biggest hard ons I had ever had. I had already creamed myself twice that night; the only thing that saved me was the spandex panty girdle I always wear when I am Dawn Marie. I put on my baby doll nighty, rinsed out my panty girdle and panties and went to bed. Several hours later I heard the door of the room next door, Anita's room, close and a car drive away. There was a light knock on my door and Anita came in. we exchanges stories. I wished I was her; hers was so much more fun. For the first time ever, I wished I was a woman so I could have sex with Glenn the way a man and woman were supposed to have sex. In the morning we started getting ready for the ceremony. It was going to be a hot afternoon so we wore light clothing. I wore my short blond wig which was cooler than my long one. The ceremony was long and boring, and hot. I could feel my scalp sweating under my wig and was glad I did not wear one of my longer ones. About half way through the ceremony there was, fortunately, an intermission. I think every woman there headed for the facilities; I know Anita and I did. The line was long and by the time I got a chance to relieve myself I think my back teeth were floating. There were a lot of women there fixing their make up and hair. I had a fleeting thought of removing my wig and just brushing it out without waiting my turn at the mirror but I didn't, I waited like a good girl. There was enough time for a quick soft drink. I kept telling Anita that I still had no idea why I was here, why was I doing this? I could be home watching a ball game and drinking a cold beer instead of being here, dressed in these tight undergarments waiting for some guy which I had no business waiting for, to do god knows what. Would he try to talk me into having sex with him after I told him I was saving myself for my husband on our wedding night? I also wondered if he would try to talk me into pleasuring him some other way. I knew there was at least two ways I could do that and I surely did not want to do any of them, guys that do that are queer and I am not queer no matter how I am dressed. I wondered if I just might be queer. I had been kissing him, and with some passion and guys don't do that. I came out of my daze when Anita nudged me in my ribs when Glenn was called to receive his diploma and commission. How the hell did I get back in my seat? I looked at my watch and realized that I had lost almost an hour and a half day dreaming. The cadets filed out and the audience was told that friends and relatives could meet their "Officers" in the large tent in the side of the parade grounds. Anita and I managed to fight our way to the tent and after a half hour wait we saw the men coming out the door. The four of us hooked up and we hugged and kissed and congratulated them on becoming officers and gentlemen. Anita and I were introduced to some of Glenn and Bart's friends and we met some of the other guests. We had to leave so we, Anita and I, and our guys, could change for the ball. I did something that made me think again that I was cracking up; as we kissed goodbye, I grabbed Glenn's penis through his pants. I didn't realize it until I was half way back to the car. Back at the room we showered and started getting dressed. I couldn't wait to get into my gown. I had tried it on once to see if it fit but trying something on and wearing something are two entirely different things. We changed in my room because we both would need help with certain things and because girls do things like that. I certainly needed help with my waist cincher, so did Anita. Since Anita and I became girlfriends I had seen her in various stages of undress but when she came to my adjoining room completely naked I was almost shocked, not so much that she was naked but because it did nothing for me. It took at least an hour for us both to get dressed and it was worth it, I have never looked (or felt) so beautiful. Anita was gorgeous. The ball was just that, not a dance or a glorified prom. The women were elegant and the men all decked out in their dress uniforms. The dances were almost all waltzes, none of that hip gyrating and sex with your clothes on stuff that people today call dancing. Glenn was a good dancer and was easy to follow. All too soon it was over. Glenn drove me back to my motel in his car, Anita and Bart used her car, I don't know where they were. At the motel Glenn walked me to my room; he opened the door and, to my shock, went in with me. He immediately took me in his strong arms and kissed me. At that moment I wished I was a woman because all I wanted to do was to satisfy him. I felt him unzip my gown and pull it off my shoulders. I stepped back to let it fall to the floor between us. I knew what was going to happen next. I was going to satisfy him and keep my virginity but first I had to stop him from going any further; how the hell was I going to do that? I knew that I still had the appearance of a woman thanks to my padding. I took his jacket off, then his shirt and unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor right next to my dress. I got to my knees and took him in my mouth. I did not really know what I was doing but I acted on instinct hoping to satisfy him before he found out that I was a male. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his warm sticky fluid. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. Hoping I had done my job I smiled and kissed him. "That was wonderful," he said. "Now let me do you." "Oh, God. I'm dead," I thought to myself. I was too petrified to move. I only hoped he would be the Officer and Gentleman that he was supposed to be. He knelt in front of me, gently but firmly pulled my panties, pantyhose and panty girdle down in one motion. "I hope my health insurance is paid up." Without a second thought he took my penis in his mouth and gave as well as he got. Finished, he Rose and led me to the bed. He must have seen the shock on my face. My vocabulary was limited to "But... You...." and a few other inarticulate sounds. I guess he finally realized that I was trying to say something. The next few minutes were just some babbling and incomplete sentences between us. This is what happened in his words, not necessarily word for word. He is gay. Bart knew and so did Anita. When he realized that he needed a date, escort, for the ball, he asked Bart if he knew a woman who would escort him. Bart mentioned it to Anita. Anita thought that I might like to go to a fancy ball and not have to worry about being hit on. She told them both that she knew a guy who liked to cross dress. She showed then a few pictures and Glenn said he would like to meet me and possibly go with me. The rest is history except Anita never told me that my escort did not like girls and the fact that Glenn was gay; the thought never entered her head that he might hit on me. My falling for him was not in the plan, or was it? One month later. Glenn was in the Pacific for more training. I was back at work and looking forward to two long months before seeing him again. We kept in constant contact by E-Mail. Anita and I (both of me) were still friends after I gave her hell for setting me up with Glenn. I still had that nagging thought in the back of my mind that it was not like me to have such thoughts for a man; as far as I knew, I was as straight as an arrow. One day I was expecting an E-Mail from Glenn and my computer went out. I went over to Anita's and asked to use her computer to retrieve my mail. She told me to help myself. I turned it on and saw the answer to all the questions I have been asking myself since I met Glenn. If you want to figure it out for yourself go to page four and work from there, you might want to read what Anita does for a living. Anita must not have turned her 'puter completely off the last time she used it because it opened right to where she had been working. I am going to give you the condensed version so as not to bore you but it will clear up a lot of things. Anita had to write a thesis for her psychology class but instead of using someone else's research, she did her own. Her project was to see if someone could be hypnotized to do something that was against his/her nature. She knew that I was straight and the thought of going with a male was repulsive to me. She used the fact that I am a cross dresser as a stepping stone. She wanted to see if she could use hypnosis to get me to want to go with a male but only when I was dressed as Dawn. As I read this I noticed that the dates she used for my sessions when she secretly hypnotized me were the times when I noticed that time seemed to pass so quickly. The first time she put me under she left a secret word to put me under whenever she used it. The bottom line is that she hypnotized me into falling for Glenn. After reading the whole essay I was pissed. I confronted her and she admitted the whole thing and apologized to me. I didn't talk to her for almost two weeks. One day the phone rang, I answered it and found myself suddenly in Anita's kitchen. She had used the secret word over the phone to get me to her house. "Please give me a chance," she asked. "I won't blame you if you never want to talk to me again but I have to explain something." "I'm listening," I said. (If it is of any import. I was Dawn.) "It has been proven time and time again that a person can not be forced to do something they would not do under ordinary circumstances. What I did was to see if you had any bi or homosexual tendencies in you. All I did was to break through any doubts you might have had. I guess it worked because, well, you know what happened. I never forced you to do anything that you really didn't want to do. "Frankly, I think you have been happier since I helped you get rid of what was holding you back. You are happier, aren't you?" I thought about it and saw that she was right; I am happier when with Glenn and I then realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him; I knew how he felt about me. I started taking hormones the next week and had breast implants. When Glenn came home I told him how I felt. The hardest part was telling my parents that I was getting married to a man. They took it hard but in the end my mom was the matron of honor and my dad gave me away at a military wedding. Anita was a Bride's Maid. I never had full surgery because Glenn liked what I had between my legs and if I did, I would be a woman and Glenn didn't want a woman. We have two children now, thanks to me and Anita for one and Glenn and Anita for the other. Anita and I are best girlfriends, with privileges, (Glenn approves of my privileges).
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