In these closing days I’ve come to accept that I might never
get what I wanted from the start, although exactly how I feel remains unclear,
yet still tender, coals from a blaze I once embraced, the intensity of which
has long faded, even though I still feel consumed, something occasionally sparking
to life what all seemed dead, when we all knew from even in those earliest
days, a fire this hot could not endure, no fire no matter how hot every does,
Blues filling half the days this time of year when darkness lasts the longest,
and I feel the chill of winter deep in my bones, aware of the shreds of cloud
that covers my love life like a shroud, the land scape littered with hints of
you, embers that still provide me with just enough warmth – if never hope,
raising me out of the apocalypse of my own creation, restirring coals just enough
to feel a bit of warmth again, your face, your presence, your ever-lasting spirit,
haunting me, even though clearly remote, the slanted winter sun doing little to
illuminate my world, simply giving me glimpses of what used to be.
I still singe my fingers on her, the way I always did as a
kid in my grandmother’s kitchen, told not to touch the flames, I can never
resist,. Even this late in the game when I ought to have learned from
experience and yet cannot hold back, to touch or tase, even though she is far
too hot to handle, too sweet and not get stung, I can’t help but let myself get
singed, again and again, even in memory, even when distance should make it all
safe, a remote romance, unrequited, as best it should be, I know if allowed in
her kitchen I will only cook myself, singe more than just my fingers, so I
settled for recollections of the burning I felt back then, when we came too
close, her open flames roaring over me until my wings melted and I grew too
dizzy to think, and not all this because of what I might feel when touching or
being touched, but for the face she is what is, an irresistible flame that
still illuminates my life, and I cannot help wishing to be near her – too near.
My best friend Dave tells me we’d get a lot more sex if we
went bi.
Since I’m 14 and he’s 13 and we haven’t had any sex at all,
this would be a vast improvement.
We’re not even sure exactly what Bi is, and our understand
of sex is what we glimpse sneaking peeks at my uncle’s copy of Playboy.
I’m jerked off exactly twice. Dave does it more than he will
admit.
I vaguely connect Bi with being gay, a word Dave would never
use, even in private, but we both know gay means having sex with another man.
How does someone get to be Bi, I ask.
Dave says he knows someone who might teach us, a woman his
mother knows, who he has come to call his aunt, though she’s not related.
Teach us? Are there rules to being Bi? And will be really
get more sex if we learn how?
On the off change he may be right, I accompany him. I definitely
want to get some sex before I get too old.
His aunt lives in an old house on the east side of town, in
a once respectable neighborhood that since gone to seed.
We need to take two buses to get there, and up a very high
hill on top of which the house sits.
It looks haunted.
I tell Dave I want to go home.
He calls me chicken; so, I change my mind.
When we get to the porch Dave rings the bell, the echo of
which resounds deep inside, followed by the clatter of footsteps. When the door
opens, we see a very pretty girl, older than us, maybe 20, Dave giving me a
shit-eating grin and says, “See, things are already looking up.”
Only it all feels a bit strange to me, especially the girl,
but before I can put my finger on exactly what, she skips off to get the “mistress,”
who turns out to be a much older woman (maybe in her 40s), dressed almost all
in black, with black hair, black eyelashes and a penetrating stare.
Dave says this is his aunt; I think she is a witch.
She smiles when she recognized Dave – but it is a cold
smile, and I’m uncomfortable with the sideward glance she gives me.
I leave it to Dave to explain what we want.
Her smile changes, not any more friendly, but amused, as her
eyes dialate and I see our reflection in them, we, looking very much like the
lost sheep we are.
I nudge Dave again, titling my had towards the door as if to
make my case again to go home.
He ignores me.
The woman tells us to follow her as she takes us up a large
set of stairs, overhead there is a chandieller and I think of the horror movies
Dave and I sometimes watch on TV at home.
The room might have been a living room once, but has since been
converted to something darker, racks of clothing in one corner, and an
assortment of tables, chairs, benches and such around the room, chains hanging
from some of these.
The woman pauses near the racks of clothing and looks back
at us, her dark brows rising like question marks on her forehead.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks.
Before I can say no, Dave jumps in and says “Definitely,”
perhaps thinking if we do this we might actually meet someone from the pages of
Playboy.
“It will take some time,” the woman said. “You’ll have to
return her often to get trained.”
“Trained?” I ask, thinking maybe Dave had actually hit on
something, when in the past all his schemes came to naught.
“We’ll start you off simply, with the basics, and later we
can move on to the more sophisticated things.”
She studies us for a moment, then reaches onto one of the
racks, coming up with two pink panties.
“Try these on,” she says. “They look like they will fit.”
“Those are girls panties,” I say.
“”Exactly,” the woman says. “You’ll wear them under your regular
clothing to get used them. Later, we can fit you for sleeker things, dresses
and braziers.”
“Why would we want to do that?” I asked, my voice shrill.
“To get used to become girls. You did say you were serious
about this, didn’t you?”
I want to say that I want a girl to have sex with, not to
become a girl, more than a little confused.
Did Bi mean becoming a girl? Or did it mean something else?
She seems to want to make us into something other than what
we assumed, and I nudge Dave again, who is like a deer caught in headlights, is
staring at the panties as if he’s tempted to put them on.
“Dave!” I said tugging at his arm. “Let’s get out of here.”
But still he doesn’t move, even when I try to pull him. He
just stares.
She’s his aunt, not mine, so I don’t have to stay. Giving
him one more chance to come with me, I then head back the way we came.
I don’t want to be bi, I tell myself as I rush out the front
door and down the long hill back to the bus stop. I don’t want to wear girl’s panties. I just
want to have sex.
I don’t hear from Dave for a couple of days, then see him on
our way to school. He looked uncomfortable. He would not meet my gaze, but kept
tugging on his jeans as if they were too tight. I don’t want to know why, and
we never talk about it again, although sometimes when I stop at his house his
mother tells me he’s not home.
In the dead of night, I waken, or think I do, seeing her
shape, I think, hovering over me, a spirit I dream of often even after all this
time, lips so red I suspect she has dipped them in blood, maybe mine, with
fingernails to match as if in the throes of passion, she has scratched my chest,
my face or back.
I see, I think, her dressed in white, a sprite, whose open
buttons show the bulge of her breasts, that slope over, which I run my fingers
over them, or tongue, pinching the typs until stiff enough for me to sip.
I do not recall the flavor, only the texture on my tongue,
rippled like gravel except for the very sip which my lips encircle, be this
dream or not, I still live it, waking to the illusion that it might just be
real.
(note: I've fallen in with a group of writers specializing in feminizing fiction)
“Honey, what’s this?” Dan said, holding up the hanger containing
a dress.
Beth, his wife, sat on the couch, fiddling with her phone.
“What does it look like?” she asked, not looking up.
“It looks like a dress,” Dan said.
“Bingo!” Beth said, still not looking up. “What’s the
matter, don’t you like it?”
Dan looked a little doubtful. “Well, it looks a little too
slutty to wear to a wedding.”
“It’s not for the wedding, it’s for a bachelor party,” Beth
said.
“You’re going to wear this to Mike’s bachelor party.
“I’m not,” Beth said, glancing at Dan for the first time, “You
are.”
“Me?”
“Mira found out that the boys are going to hire a stripper
for Mike’s bachelor party.”
“That’s pretty typical,” Dan said. “But what does that have
to do with me wearing this dress?”
“Mira and I have arranged for you to fill in for the
stripper.”
“What?”
“You’re the only one we trust.”
“What about actually getting a woman to fill in,” Dan said.
“We thought about that. But even then, you know how Mike is,
we need to avoid temptation. His friends can be very persuasive, and the last thing
Mira needs have her new husband cheating on her from the start.”
“But me? Are you crazy?”
“It makes perfect sense,” Beth said. “You’re small for a man
and have feminine features.”
“And I’m someone Mike knows. He’d recognize me in a heartbeat.”
“Not if we fix you up right.”
“That’s nonsense. Even if you and our daughter could pass me
off as a girl, I don’t know the first thing about striping, other than what I’ve
seen in movies.”
“Mira can teach you,” Beth said. “She did a little striping
to pay her way through college.”
“It still doesn’t make any sense. The moment I strip down to
my skivvies my cock will give the game away.”
Beth giggled. “We could help with that, too. It’s not so big.
We could tuck it away. Besides, nobody expects you to get completely naked, and
if they do happen to find out that you’re a man, the joke will be on them and
it’ll be too late for them to get a real girl.”
“They would murder me,” Dan said.
“Don’t you love your daughter?”
“Of course, I love her. Why would you say that?”
“Because if you don’t do this, her marriage might end before
it even gets started. If you want to see her happily married to mike, then you
need to do this.”
“You two are putting me in a very awkward position,” Dan
said.
“If you do this, there may be some unexpected reward for you
later,” Beth said with a suggestive look in her eyes. “Please, Dan. If you love
me, you’ll do this.”
Dan took a deep breath.
“I know I’m going to live to regret this,” he mumbled. “I’ll
do it. For you. And for our daughter’s future happiness.”
“Wonderful!” Beth exclaimed. “I’ll let Mira know. We don’t
have any time to lose.”
----
Not wasting time meant starting immediately.
Mira rushed over carrying an assortment of bags as well as
her makeup kit and set up shop in the master bedroom, laying everything out on
the bed. – some of which seemed to surprise Dan.
“This looks like a lot more than just wearing a dress,” he
said.
“Of course,” Beth said, seated up near the top of the bed.
“Relax, Dad,” Mira said. “I know what I’m doing.”
“But all this…”
“It’s essential,” Mira told him. “You’re going to arrive
wearing one dress, but you’ll be changing costumes for most of the party. As a
striper, you will be expected to put on a show – and many of those outfits will
be far more provocative.”
“More provocative than this?” Dan said, indicating the
original dress.
“Yes, Daddy, it’s a tease,” Mira said. “You want to go in
looking good so the men will want to see even more of you.”
“Let’s hope they don’t see too much,” Dan joked.
“That’s why we have this,” Mira said, picking up a small
pink plastic box from the bed.
“What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a chastity cage, daddy,” Mira said.
“If you get hard during this, the game is all over.”
Dan blushed. “What makes you think I’ll get hard?”
“You will,” Beth said looking over at him. “You’re starting
to get hard even thinking about it. Besides, you never know what turn a man on.
The clothing will feel great on you, and it will have an effect, whether you
want it or not.”
“Mother will you do the honors,” Mira said, handing the cage
to Beth.
“Now?” Dan said. “You want to put that thing on me now?”
“The sooner the better,” Mira said. “You’ll need to get used
to it.”
“But how will I have sex with your mother with this thing on
me?” Dan asked.
“No sex,” Beth said. “Not until after the wedding.”
“That’s almost two weeks away,” Dan said. “And the bachelor
party is even sooner than that.”
“We’re going to keep your dick locked up as insurance
against you trying to back out of this,” Beth said.
“But the party will be over a week before the wedding,” Dan
said. “Why do I need to wear this torture device for an extra week?”
“To spice up our love life,” Beth said. “I’ve never denied
you sex before, but I’m sort of turned on by this, and who knows denying you
might make you an even better lover, especially when it comes to oral sex.”
“I hope you realize you’re saying all this in front of our
daughter,” Dan said.
“Oh daddy, don’t be silly,” Mira said. “None of this is new
to me.”
Dan’s
expression soured. “Don’t tell me you’re no longer a virgin,” he said
“Stop with the small talk,” Beth said. Let’s get started.
Dan you have to strip!”
Dan complied.
“Cage first, then the panties,” Mira said, staring down at
Dan’s exposed cock. “Boy, Day, I never realized how small you are. It’s a
wonder I ever got born.”
“Stop with the cheap jokes and get on with this,” Dan
growled.
“Who’s joking,” Mira said, as Beth grabbed Dan’s cock,
pushed it into the cage, closed the door and locked it, keeping one the keys
and giving the other to their daughter.
‘Why does our daughter get one of the keys?” dan asked.
Beth blinked at him innocently.
“In case I lose mine,” she said. “You wouldn’t want to be
locked up like that forever, would you?”
‘Panties next,” Mira announced, holding out a pair of
crimson panties with pale flower weaving.
“If I’m not going to strip naked when I get there, why do I
need these?” Dan asked.
“For several reasons,” Mira said. ‘We need you to feel as
much like a woman as humanly possible, and the panties will help keep the cage
hidden.”
‘You are not to remove your panties unless you have no other
choice,” Beth said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dan asked.
“It means situations like this have a tendency to spin out of
control,” Beth said. “We need you to focus on our objective here which is to
keep Mira’s future husband from fucking another woman. We expect you to do
anything to keep him from doing that.”
“This next,” Beth said, holding up a crimson bra, while Mira
came up with a pair of fake boobs and a bottle of glue with which to attach
them to Dan’s chest.
“You’re going to glue them to me?” Dan said, looking
horrified.
“No striper worth her salt is flat chested,” Mira said. “If
we had more time, we’d make you grow your own.”
“You can do that?”
“With enough hormones,” Mira said. “But that would take
months if not years. This will have to do for now.”
“So how do I get them off,” Dan said tugging on one of them.
“They seem pretty secure.”
“They better be secure,” Mira said. “You don’t want to have
a tit fall off in the middle of a lap dance.”
“Don’t worry, honey,” Beth assured Dan. “The glue isn’t
permanent. They’ll come off on their own given time. But you will have to
endure them until after the wedding.
“I’ll look like…” Dan sputtered
“You’ll look sexy,” Beth said, slowly licking her lips, “And
I wouldn’t mind sucking on them a little while we make love.”
Mira put the bra on Dan then stepped back to examine it.
“You’re not too big,” she said. “Just big enough to have
some cleavage, which you will need for several of your outfits.”
“Why do I need more than one outfit?” Dan asked.
“I told you, Daddy,” Mira said. “This is a bachelor party. They
think they hired a striper and will expect to get a full show – that means
changes of costume to fit each new theme.”
“What kind of themes?”
“The one I like best is the sexy nun,” Beth said. “Mira
likes the schoolgirl outfit, which explains a lot of things about her when she
was young.”
“When you arrive at the party, you will be wearing pantyhose,”
Mira said. “But we won’t put those on you until we get rid of all your hair. We’ll
do some of that with hair remover in the shower, the rest when we get you a
waxing at the salon.”
“Salon?”
“For the finishing touches,” Beth explained. “There is only
so much Mia can do for you here. We need you to look fabulous. So, a day or so
before the party will take you to the salon where you will get a complete
makeover, from the top of your head to your toes..”
“Makeover. How?”
“You’ll see,” Beth said. “Put on the dress.”
In the mirror, the reflection showed the impact of the
changes, the lift of the breasts, even the naked legs.
‘I’m going to make you up now so we can get a better idea of
how you’ll look,” Mira said. “You’ll get the whole shebang at the salon later.”
Even then, Mira had to pluck his eyebrows to make them look
feminine. Then, she fattened his eyelashes, added eyeliner and pink eye shadow,
and finally, glowing pink, almost dayglow lipstick until he looked something like
a Barby Doll.
“You’re going to have slutty red lipstick when you go to the
party,” Beth said. “It is what horny men will expect.”
“This is just to let you get used to wearing it,” Mira said.
“You need to feel how it feels, which means from this moment on, you have to
stay like this, made up and dressed like a girl.”
“I never agreed to that,” Dan said, sharply.
“You agreed to help us, and it’s the same thing,” Beth said.
“What about my job? I can’t go to work looking like this.”
“Take a leave of absence until after the wedding,” Beth said
“Now stop making a fuss. There are other things we need to teach you and we’re
running out of time.”
“For one thing, you’re going to need to know how to apply
your own makeup.”
“I thought the salon would take care of that,” Dan said.
“Yes, yes, but things happen, and you will need to make
adjustments along the way, such as fixing your lipstick if it gets smudged for
some reason.”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Dan grumbled. “What else?”
“You’re going to need some strategies as what to do if
things get hot and heavy,” Beth said.
“What do you mean?”
“These are going to be very manly men, who will respond to
your teasing them, especially when you’re giving them a lap dance.”
“A lap dance, are you crazy?”
“It will be expected and you better know how or they might
suspect you’re not what you say you are,” Beth said.
“I don’t know how,” Dan said.
“Mira will teach you the basics,” Beth said. “After that,
you’ll have to play it by ear. Mira, Show him.”
“Sit over there in that chair,” Mira ordered, pointing to an
armless chair in the corner, while sue unbuttoned her blouse and took it off,
then her skirt, leaving her with only panties and bra.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dan asked.
“This is how you’ll likely look when you start the lap dance,
just a bra and panties. So, you need to see how it will look and now how it
feels when you give one to a man.”
“You’re going to give me a lap dance?”
“As a distraction,” Beth said. “With your cock in that cage,
it won’t have the same effect as it will on those men You’re safe here, far
safer than you will be when you’re in the club for those men.”
Mira turned her back to Dan, wiggling her butt, which she
lowered into his lap where she wiggled it more. Even with the cage, Dan
reacted, drawing pain at the restriction, although his face showed another more
moved expression. Mira continued to gyrate until she was sure he got it, then
got off him.
“What if the men get fresh?” Dan asked.
“You can bet they will,” Beth said. “But don’t overreact.
You can’t just slap their hands away. They will want what they paid for, and
they’ll got as far as they can.”
“How far is that?”
“If left up to them, all the way,” Mira said. “But you won’t
want it to get that far and let them find out that you’re a fake.”
“So how do I discourage them?” Dan asked.
“You don’t,” Beth said. “You distract them.”
“How?”
“Kiss them, neck with them, let them feel up your tits,”
Mira said.
“That sounds like it might make things worse.”
“In that case, you might give them a hand job,” Mira said.
“Are you both out of your minds?” Dan growled.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to give a hand job,” Beth
said. “I’ve seen you jerking off to porno more than once.”
“But it’s a little different when a girl does it to a guy,
Daddy,” Mira said, “You should know how a woman does it just in case.”
Mira picked up a dildo that looked like a giant cock,
complete with plastic testicles.
“What the…”
“Pay attention, Daddy,” Mira said, taking one of his hands
and wrapping it around the base of the cock. “This could keep you from getting raped.”
“Raped?”
“You’re going to be in a room filled with drunk and horny
men,” Beth said. “Most will go there expecting to get some kind of sex, and you’ll
be lucky if this is all you have to do before the night is over.”
“This is more than just dressing up,” Dan said, sounding
angry.
“You agreed to do it,” Beth said.
“I didn’t know what I was getting into.”
“None the less, you consented,” Mira said. “Let’s show you
how to give a hand job the way a woman would. If you make a man cum, it might keep
him from asking for more later and want you to go further.”
“What do you mean further?”
“Pay attention, Daddy,” Mira said sharply, then guided his hand
along the shaft. “You may need to spit on it to keep the cock moist. Too much
friction is not good, Why don’t you spit on the cock now, Daddy.”
Reluctantly, Dan did.
“Now stroke it, up from the bottom, slowly at first, then
gradually faster and as the man reacts, faster still, furious. The idea is to
make him cum as fast as possible, so you don’t have to keep doing it. You want
to make him cum in your hand. Then eat it.”
“What?”
“A striper is expected to swallow,” Beth said matter of
factly.
“Of course, not all men will be satisfied with just a hand
job,” Mira said.
“My God,” Dan groaned. “Are you telling me…”
“This is only if things get too hot,” Mira said. “Most men
will be happy with a blow job. For many men that’s all they want and so they
won’t want to fuck you.”
“I’ve never given a blow job in my life,” Dan said. “I don’
plan to do so now.”
“You’re do whatever is necessary to save our daughter’s
marriage,” Beth said sternly. “If you have to blow someone, you’ll do it. I don’t
care if you have to give blow jobs to every man in the room if that’s what it
takes.”
“I told you, I don’t know how.”
“Then you weren’t paying attention all those times I blew
you,” Beth said. “That’s a real complement by the way.”
“I was too busy enjoying it to admire the technique,” Dan
countered.
“Well, you’re going to learn how now, Daddy,” Mira said. “I’ll
show you on the dildo, and then you will show me you doing it.”
Mira held the plastic dick up to her lips, licked the tip of
it, then ran her tongue down the length of the cock to the balls.
“You always want to tease the man, “Beth said “You need to
make sure to keep him hard. You want his cock quivering in anticipation. Then,
when you think he can’t stand any more, you take the cock into your mouth –
like Mira is doing, slowly at first, an inch at a time. You want to make him
feel as if his cock is in a pussy.”
Mira demonstrated, her painted lips leaving a slight trail
of pink along the side of the cock.
“When the time comes, you want to take all of the cock into
your mouth, as deep as you can, even if you gag, you keep going,” Beth said. “At
some point, he may grab the sides of our head and use your face, fucking your
face hard, this usually happens when he’s very close to cumming. When he does,
you swallow. All good sissies swallow the cum.”
Mira removed the cock from her mouth.
“Did you get all that, Daddy?”
“Yes,” Dan said, weakly.
“Unfortunately, not every man will be happy with just a blow
job,” Beth said. “Then, you’re going to have to give him something closer to
what he really wants. This is a case of last resort. But since you don’t have a
pussy to offer him, you’ll have to let him fuck you in the ass.”
“No way! I’m not going to do that!” Dan shouted.
“You’ve come this far, you might as well go all the way,”
Beth said. “After all, how much worse can this be?”
“Far worse,” Dan said, and rose from the chair.
“Sit down,” Beth said sternly. “I’m not going to let you
break up this family because you’re a little squeamish.”
“But you’ve taken this too far.”
“Be quiet. Mira will do it to you so you know how it feels when
they do it to you later,” Beth said. “We all hope it doesn’t have to come to
this, but if it does, you’ll need to be prepared. Now get up, bend over the bed
with your ass sticking out.”
Mira put on a harness, then attached the dildo to it. It
looked as if she had a huge dick.
“I’m going to show you how it ought to be done,” Mira said. “But
be assured, these men will be ruthless so you’d better lube yourself up throughout
the night.”
“When we’re done with you here we’ll install a plug in your
ass to keep your stretched out,” Beth said. “You must keep it in you until the
night of the party for your own protection.”
Mira squeezed liquid out of the tube, then applied it to the
area of Dan’s ass hole.
“How does it feel, Daddy?”
“Odd, but not painful.”
“There will be pain, at first,” Mira said, inserting a
forefinger into the hole. “But once you get passed the pain, you will feel real
pleasure, an orgasm more like a woman’s than anything you got with your dick, coming
from your prostate, and your sissy pussy.”
Dan gasped when Mira put three fingers into his ass and began
to fuck him, slow, then fast, then faster.
“I’m going to put the cock in you, Daddy, don’t tense up.”
Even with the warning, Dan moaned loudly when the fake cock
entered him, not all the way, not at first, gradually filling him up, and then
Mira began to pump, harder, faster, almost brutal until finally, Dan cried out
and shook with an orgasm the like of which he had never experienced before.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you, Daddy,” Mira said as she withdrew
the cock from out of his ass. “I hope you really enjoyed it, as my small thanks
for all you’re doing to save my marriage, for me and my future husband.”
“For all of us,” Beth said. “That covers most of it. I hope
you’ve taken notes.
----
Now all there was left to do was wait: for the visit to the
salon, for the party, for the marriage ceremony after that after which Dan
would get set free.
Beth had a hectic schedule that kept her busy from dawn to
dusk, and with the wedding looming, she had no time to do traditional
housework.
So, the next day after Dan’s lessons, Beth pulled him aside
to ask him another favor.
“Don’t you think one is enough?” Dan said, only half joking.
“This is not like that,” Beth said. “I’m so caught up with the
wedding, I’ve let so many other things slide. I have no time or energy for
household chores, and I’ve been thinking, since you’re already on leave of
absence, maybe you could help out and do some of these chores instead.
It sounded so reasonable, Dan could not refuse.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Cleaning, laundry, cooking – I can’t remember the last time
I’ve had a home cooked meal. And anything else I can think of.”
“Absolutely,” Dan said.
“One more thing,” Beth said. “Since you’ve got to wear a
dress all the time anyway, you could wear this while you’re doing the chores?”
She produced a French Maid outfit, complete all the way down
to the shoes.
---
Salon day came.
Mira came to the house to help dress Dan.
“We want you to look extra special today,” Beth said, “So
when you look in the mirror after all is said and done, you will feel like a
real woman. None of this will work unless you feel that way inside and out.”
The salon girls rallied around Dan, taking their cue from Beth
and Mira as to how he should look.
“The sluttier the better,” Beth told him. “He is going to become
the center piece of a bachelor party.’
This delighted the girls, and Dan found them flocking around
him, doing his toenails nis fingernails, his face. As Mira had predicted,
everything on him got painted cherry red, lips, fingernails, eye shadow,
matching the outfit he had worn to the mall, and one he would initially wear
when he arrived at the party.
The waxing hurt, but Beth assured him it was necessary.
“We need you to be as smooth as possible when you rub against
all those horny men,” she told him.
Dan, of course, did not look like Dan when the girls were
done, stunning, perhaps too much so. Everybody stopped and stared at him as
Beth led him though the mall and back to the car. Mira did not join them,
claiming she had another Salon appointment to keep, but would catch up with
them later.
“You’re so beautiful I would want to fuck you if I was a
man,” Beth told Dan on the ride home.
“Maybe you’ll remember hat when the wedding is over and I
get back to being my old self,” Dan said.
“I wish you didn’t have to go back,” Beth said.
“Why?”
“I mean, I really, really love the way you are right now,”
she said.
“You’re talking nonsense, Beth,” Dan said. “We have lives to
live that aren’t this. I’m doing you and Mira a favor after which all this is
over. Do you understand me?”
“We’ll see,” Beth said, then fell silent.
Back home, she told Dan to change back to his maid outfit.
“You still have shores to do,” she said. “Maybe later, I’ll
let our rub my feet while I watch TV.”
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When the fateful day came, Mira was not around to help Dan
pack up the things he needed for the party.
“She has other things to do,” Beth assured Dan. “She’ll pop
up at some point, don’t worry.
Beth helped Dan out to the car since – despite a lot of
practice – he still found it difficult to navigate in the extreme high heels Beth
required him to wear.
She refused to let him drive.
“Text me and I’ll come pick you up,” she said.
On the ride to the venue, Beth expressed to Dan just how enlightening
experience the previous few weeks had been.
“I think after this we’re going to have to make some
changes,” she said.
“What kind of changes?” Dan asked.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about them now,” she
said. “I want you to concentrate on what you have to do tonight.
“I’m not sure I like what you’re telling me,” Dan said with
an uncomfortable laugh.
“You might have to get used to my telling you things,” Beth
said. “But be assured Darlng, I would never do anything to hurt you. I want
what is best for both of us, and I’m sure you want the same thing.’
At this point, she pulled up to the curb in front of the
venue. Dan stepped out, taking the bag with his clothing changes. She wiggled her
fingers at him and then drove off, looking back at him in the rearview mirror.
He looked remarkable; he looked like a whore.
Careful not to damage his new fingernails, Dan carried his
bag into the club, where loud music and rowdy voices said the party had already
begun without him.
Dan stepped through the door. Ahead of him a striper was
already working the room, dressed and made up just the way Dan was, though a bright
pink instead of slutty red, almost a twin to Dan right down to the blonde wig
and Stellato heals, and a slightly heaver cleavage. The dancer looked vaguely
familiar, currently engaged in giving the men their lap dances and the occasional
hand jobs.
“Mike? Is that really you?” Dan called out.
The stripper stopped, squinted at Dan though the thick array
of extended eyelashes, blushing so deeply even the makeup could not hide his embossment.
“Dan? What the fuck… Why are you here like this.”
“My wife and your future wife told me they didn’t trust you
with a real striper and talked me into taking the striper’s place,” Dan said.
“They said something similar to me,” Mike said. “Mira told
me if I didn’t take the place of the stripper, the wedding is off. So here I am
giving guys blow jobs and lap dances.”
“I think we’ve been had,” Dan said. “What do you say we get
the fuck out of here.”
“Leave my own bachelor party?” Mike said. “I do that and I won’t
have a wife to marry. She made it clear I should stay to the end. And frankly,
I sort of like it. You know all the attention. Some of these guys actually think
I’m a girl.”
“Like it, really?”
“Yes,” Mike said. “I just want to have a good time. And I really
want to give them what they want. We may never get this chance again.”
Dan looked at his future son in law, at a girl that was more
than a girl, and in the mirror, Dan’s reflection showed him as the same,
utterly remarkable.
“There are too many men here for me to tackle alone,” Mike
said. “I would really appreciate if you helped share the load.”
Dan looked thoughtful, an expression reflecting something
Beth had said, about having come this far, and why not go all the way.
Dan sighed, and said, “Where do we start?”
Over the next few hours, Dan and Mike put on a real show pole
dancing and lap dancing and when the time came hand jobs and blow jobs, too –
as they had been instructed to do. At one point, Dan glanced at Mike when they
were both on their knees before two of these strange men, both of them holding
the cock of men neither had ever met before, men the girls had apparently hired
to play this role in the charade.
Dan licked the tip of the cock. It was softer and sweeter
than the hard fake cock he had practiced on, vibrating a little when Dan’s red-nailed
fingers took hold, as he took the cock into his mouth, just a little, the
strange taste of pre-cum and urine mingling in him making the hole thing that
much hotter. Then, he swallowed it, making it go deep down his throat until he
gagged, this man holding the sides of his head so he could fuck Dan’s face, and
when the cum came, it filled Dan, and Dan swallowed it all, just like a good
sissy should.
How many men the two of them services, neither could ever
recall, too much booze, too many hormones, all of it seeping into their
collective memory.
Mike got sodomized first, one guy fucking his ass, while
another had a dick down his throat, pumping him up, going faster and fast until
they both came and cum spilled out despite Mike’s noble effort to swallow it.
Dan got fucked next, one in his ass, the other in his mouth,
while his two hands gave hand jobs to two other men, each man cumming at a slightly
different moment, spilling over Dans wig, face, fake tits, making his
now-smudged cherry red lips glisten not just from this moment but from every cock
all night long.
Then the night got old. The men wandered out. Eventually, Dan
and Mike sat on a small couch alone, each looking at the other, at what mess
each was, yet eyes full of some odd vision.
Then, Dan leaned over, took Mike’s face in his hands, a
tender caress of the cheeks, and then a passionate kiss on the lips, tongue
exploring tough, Dan did not get fresh. Did not seek to feel tits or cock, did
not want anything more that what transpired, the feel of the man who would soon
be his son in law.
“Look at these bitches!” Beth said, having arrived unannounced.
“They been partying all night like little whores,” Mira said.
“They’re all covered in cum.”
“They should be ashamed of themselves,” Beth agreed laughing.
“What do you think we should do with them?” Mira asked.
“I have a few ideas,” Beth said. “But we need to get them
home and cleaned up first.”
“I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” Mira said. “But you’ll
get to relive it when you see the tapes.”
“Tapes?” Dan said.
“You don’t think we set this whole thing up without a way of
documenting it,” Beth said.
“But why?” Dan asked.
“I told you there will be changes,” Beth said. “We now have
both of you exactly where we want you. But come on, we’re wasting time. Let’s get
back home. We’ve bought new French Maid outfits for each of you.”
