Rob came up to me between sets and said he needed a favor.
He was one of the old crowd from the regional high school
who came to see the band, on the extremely unlikely chance they might pick up a
girl and get laid.
Rob, Alf and Tom were the nerdy set that kept up their friendship
after graduation, as unpopular now as they were then, mostly because they fell
into the category of having little dicks.
In clubs like this, they only way to make up for having a
small dick was to have a lot of money or work for the band like I did.
I would have fallen into their lonely hearts club, too, had
I not lucked on and become sound man, a similar fate for the rest of the road
crew.
I didn’t get laid a lot, but at least I wasn’t a virgin the
way Tom and Alf were. Rob only last his virginity because Hank’s girl, Peggy,
had felt sorry for him that one weekend when Hank went out of town.
Having a small dick meant for a very lonely life, made worse
by the club scene where big dicks got all the chick.
“What favor?” I asked Rob, assuming he needed a loan. He
worked for an auto parts store for very little pay, while my day job at a
warehouse brought me a better wage.
“We want you to tell us which one of us looks the most like
a girl,” Rob said, while Alf and Tom looked a bit embarrassed on the other side
of the club, well-aware of what Tom asked me.
“Why?” I asked, a bit embarrassed myself, since I felt a bit
gay in making that assessment.
“Because we want to get laid,” Rob said. “We’ve decided the only
way that’s going to happen is if one of us becomes a sissy, and the other two get
to fuck her.”
My mouth must have fallen open with the shock of it. This
was no joke. These three seemed to see this as a long-term solution, a guarantee
the three of them would always get lucky.
“You’re talking to the wrong person,” I said.
“But we trust you,” Tom said. “Anybody else would laugh at
us.”
I wasn’t laughing; It wasn’t funny to me since I might have
been one of them if fortune had turned a different way.
Rob, with his delicate features, struck me as the most
likely candidate. The other two were bulkier, too much like their working class
fathers. Rob seemed to know this, too, but wanted someone to tell him it was okay
for him to take the plunge.
Maybe he was even attracted to the idea in a more fundamental
way, knowing that he would always have two men interested in him, when nobody
loved him as he was today, a perpetual riveraly for Rob’s affections – even though
unlike typical bar girls – he had too much of a conscience to fully exploit it.
“I don’t know anything about turning someone into a sissy,”
I told Tom, seeing a shadow of disappointment in his eyes.
“But you must know someone who does?”
Yes, a few of the girls that followed the band sometimes
teased me in that way, suggesting I might look good dressed up and with makeup.
They were teasing me because I didn’t have the big dick they went home with
each night.
But would they push things as far as Rob and his buddies
wanted to go? How far is too far before there is no turning back. And did Rob
really want to go that far, to trade in his small dick for giving blow jobs and
anal penetration? Did he fully understand that once he got there, he would
become a play thing for men with any size dick.
Maybe he did. Maybe that was the attraction, to become
something he’s never been able to be: popular, even if it meant he might have
to have sex with every other man in the bar.
With a heavy heart, I directed him to those other girls. He
thanked me profusely.
But before he would make contact, I made contact with them
first, a clutch of the more popular band followers, who frequently went out to
the parking lot with band members between sets.
Liza was the most brazen, and I told her what Rob wanted.
She grinned.
“You mean he wants to do what you won’t?” she teased.
“I’m serious, Lisa,” I said. “Please be kind to him.”
Something glinted in her eyes. “Aren’t I always?”
“No,” I said. “Sometimes, you can be down right cruel.”
“Only with you,” she said. “But I’ll do my best. And who
knows, if he turns out right, maybe you’re reconsider and I can as much for
you.”
“Stop kidding,” I said, and turned to walk away.
“Who’s kidding.”
At first, I thought it would all blow over, and it seemed
to, Tom, Alf and Rob showed up together each time the band played here, taking
their place at the bar with other losers like themselves, the Little Dick Loney
Hearts Club.
After a few weeks, I noticed Lisa and Rob seemed more openly
friendly with each other, and then, I saw the changes start.
Not all as once, subtle at first, as if Lisa did not want to
scare Rob out of the scheme, or to shock the rest of us with something too
dramatic. In the men’s room, I noticed Rob coming out of one of the stalls. He
couldn’t pull closed his pants fast enough to avoid my seeing him girly underwear
and after closer examination, panty house.
“Lisa suggested it,” he finally admitted. “She said it would
make me feel more like a girl.”
This was followed by a more obvious change in his clothing:
blouses and slacks that other girls at the bar might kill to wear. When he
showed up with a bulge to his chest, I confronted him about wearing a bra.
“I have to,” he said. “With the hormones I’m on, I’ve
actually developed breasts.”
This caused another change of wardrobe. Skirts instead of sacks,
and shirts that exposed Rob’s cleavage.
Most people didn’t notice the makeup at first, just a touch
to his lashes, though Rob clearly had done other things. But when he started wearing
earrings, red lipstick and red nails, others began to talk.
Eventually, everything boyish about Tom vanished, and he
appeared at the club completely dressed as a girl, acting like a girl, flirting
with the boys like a girl.
Tom and Alf were elated, hovering around her like proud
husbands, clearly having succeeded in one essential part of their plan: they
were getting laid regularly along with the regular blow jobs Rob gave them.
At first, the regular crowd of bid dicks laughed, mocking
Rob, but not all.
There seemed to be a growing interest in Rob because in his
new state, he was as pretty as any of the popular girls, and over weeks and
months, the mocking stopped and the jockeying began.
The hefty big dick men lined up to take Rob out into the
parking lot or to take her home at night.
“You like may handiwork?” Lisa asked me.
“I’m amazed,” I admitted.
“Why aren’t you lining up with them, I’m sure Rob would like
to show how grateful he is for all you’ve done for him.”
“Not interested,” I said, drawing that same look from Liza.
“Is that because you’re secretly a bottom?” she asked.
“Stop it,” I said.
But Lisa would not.
“I can’t make you into a stunning woman,” she said. “You’ll
be even more popular than Rob.”
“I said stop it!”
She shrugged. “It’s your loss.”
Not long later, Tom and Alf came upto me where I sat behind the sound board.
“We need a favor,” Tom said as Alf nodded in agreement.
“No, I’m not going to find someone to turn you into girls,”
I said.
“God No. We don’t want that.” Tom said.
“Then what do you want?”
“We need for you to help us turn Rob back,” Tom said.
“Rob has become so popular he doesn’t have time for us anymore,”
added Alf.
They looked utterly sincere, and extremely disappointed when
I said, “There’s no turning back, boys. She’s graduated from the Little Dick
Lonely Hearts Club and you’re going to have to live with it.”
All that is unsaid, is made clear by circumstance.
Do what she says or else, accept what is and always will be,
settled for what she allows you to have when in face there is nothing you can
do about it anyway.
Rule # 1 rules all, nothing else exists, and the sooner you
accept this, the better off you’ll be. You can’t ever make her happy, but you
might manage to satisfy her needs.
You do what she says or she has no use for you. Don deep,
where I counts, where the truth lay, it is all you really want anyway.
She said she never cheated, although men sometimes cheated on
their wives and girlfriends with her.
Something that didn’t bother her, it’s on those men’s
shoulders.
But is it cheating if the man she’s with cheats on her first
– claiming she was cheating so he had a right to cheat as well.
How can she not cheat when she is the eye candy on stage all
the men on and off the stage lust after.
How could she say “No” when she could have any of the, all
of them, even all of them at once if she wanted to?
She talks about the old woman on the cruise that taught her
how to trickle up, using men’s dicks a stepping stones?
When did she realize just how potent she was, how men like
me would fall over backwards to please her, how we all craved her, and she
could pick and choose to come up with someone who could please her best.
Is it cheating to get what you need when the one she’s with
won’t give it to her, or is it just how it is.
It is all about pleasing her, not yourself, and man with big
dicks please her more than you ever will, and no matter how loyal she claims to
be to you, the moment she sees a man with a dig, she goes for him.
This is a reality of life, big dicks rule, and the sooner you
accept this as fact, the less you’ll agonize as to why you can’t get the girl
you want.
You need to let her go to where the big dicks are. If you
don’t, you’ll always be miserable, even when she is willing to give you a bit
on the side.
Love doesn’t do it for her, can’t satisfy her in the way a
big dick can, and you have to live with it, and let her get what she wants, and
it may be the only way you can’t actually please her.
