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Chapter 13: The guy she tells you not to worry about
I spent the whole week replaying my bizarre weekend over in my mind... Getting dressed up like a whore by my loving girlfriend.... Having to stay in character while her older, taller, more manly friend came to hang out at the house... How easily and helplessly I shifted into the role of a girl... Rebecca telling me not to worry about him, how she "liked" that I was submissive and effeminate... Even though she also said that all girls like dominant macho guys... The way she had touched me while I was restrained on her bed... How it made me empathize deeply with a woman's desire to give up control to a dominant partner.... I also thought back to when I first dressed up with Catherine, and all of her guy friends seemed interested in fucking me...
All of this information was starting to form a confusing worldview in my head. I was starting to feel like my very notion of myself being a man was some deep-rooted mistake or misunderstanding. I was relating more and more to my female peers. I was starting to see certain men as sexually threatening in a way I had never felt when I was consistently presenting myself as a regular boy. I had now felt that imposing male gaze while appearing as a pretty girl, and it had changed me. I couldn't imagine myself looking at a girl that way. In fact I felt more at home being the target - the object of desire. I can't explain why - maybe it was my passive nature or my gentle demeanor - all I knew for sure was that I was better suited to the social role of a girl. I wanted to bounce some of these ideas off someone I could trust, so I asked Catherine to hang out after school on Wednesday.
"How was your weekend dude?" my friend cheerfully asked me, before adding "Rebecca told me it was a lot of fun! Did you dress up again?"
"Umm yeah I did hehe. What else did she tell you?" I replied curiously.
"Not a whole lot. Just that you guys spent the weekend at her place, the two of you had a great time, and her friend Dave came over and hung out for a bit. Tell me more! did you take any pics of you dressed?"
"haha yeah Rebecca snapped a few shots of me" I pulled out my phone and pulled up the couple pics of me that she sent me. I showed Catherine, expecting a big laugh.
"WHOA" she gasped. I asked her what was wrong. "Nothing's wrong" she said "You just look really good as a girl. Like actually really good. I mean trashy of course, but super convincing. I was almost fooled, and girls can ALWAYS tell. You could definitely fool a guy looking like this..."
"Well actually, funny you say that..." I muttered under my breath, looking at the ground.
"Oh my god, tell me you sent more pics to a guy! Did you show your face this time?" she asked excitedly.
"Uhhhh no.... No pics.... Rebecca's friend Dave sort of...." Catherine stared at me wide-eyed, anticipating the end of my sentence. I swallowed my pride and reluctantly shared "This guy Dave walked in while I was dressed as a girl. He saw me. And I didn't know how to explain to him that I was a boy cross dressing, so I just pretended to be a girl... and I think he actually fell for it."
Catherine's facial expression was a mix of disbelief and utter delight. "No way. You're messing with me right? That didn't happen." I could tell she wasn't really disputing my claim, she just wanted more details. She was so cute I couldn't deny her what she wanted. And to be honest I really wanted to pick her brain about it all.
"No seriously. I don't think he had any idea I'm really a boy. He stayed and hung out for like 2 hours and I honestly think he was flirting with me a bit... Although not as much as he was flirting with my girlfriend...." I didn't realize how unsettling that last bit was until I said it out loud.
"Wait, this guy walks in on you dressed up, and you invited him to stay and hang out?" Catherine was now voraciously curious and seemed increasingly amused with every new detail.
"No no nooooo no no. I didn't invite him to stay - Rebecca did. He's some old friend of hers or something I dunno. I wanted him to leave but I didn't feel confident enough to argue with her while I was disguised as a girl."
"Oh that makes more sense haha" Catherine didn't seem to find the situation as distressing as I did, which brought me some comfort. She was a good friend, and she would tell me if I really had something to worry about. "Well, lucky for you Rebecca isn't like most girls." she casually pointed out.
"How's that?" I asked worriedly.
"Oh I just meant like.... y'know.... you're cute and all, and you're so pretty as a girl... But most (straight) girls are more sexually attracted to super masculine men - tall strong guys like Dave... Its just uncommon to find a girl who will choose a small feminine boy over an alpha male... sexually that is.... Don't get me wrong, girls love to hang out with fem boys as friends... It's just when it comes to the bedroom... well... Anyway, you're just very lucky to have a girl like Rebecca. Its so cool she lets you be who you are. None of my other friends would let their boyfriends dress like a girl. Seriously, you should be stoked on your relationship"
I was a little caught off guard by this brutal honesty. I mean it's nothing I didn't already know, I just wasn't expecting to hear my worries confirmed by my most level-headed friend. I also wasn't crazy about that 'be who you are' part. This isn't 'who I am' - the whole feminization thing was Rebecca's idea! But Catherine was right, I had a lot to be happy about. Rebecca was a really cool partner, even if she flirted with other guys a bit more than I'd like. Just as I was walking home from school, thinking about my unconventional relationship, I received a text from my strange girlfriend herself:
"hey bb come to my house right after school on friday. parents are away til sunday evening ;)"
I told her I'd be there.
"oh and btw Dave says 'hi' hehehe. I think he likes you :P"
Huh? Dave says hi? To whom? Me? Or the girl I pretended to be? And is he with her right now? I texted her back "what lol". My girlfriend replied,
"i mean he says 'hi' to steph lmao. he thinks you're cute. i haven't told him that you're actually a boy. should i?"
I hastily replied "NO". She kindly promised not to reveal my identity to him until I was ready. I found the open-endedness of that response slightly unsettling, but it was good enough I guess so I just left it at that. But a few moments later I remembered my other concern and texted her again:
"bb are you with dave right now??" The second question mark was unnecessary and probably a dead give-away that I was freaking out a tiny bit. After a long couple minutes she replied:
"yeah he just took me to the mall. I had some shopping to do lol."
I couldn't contain my discontent and jealousy. Without considering the long-term consequences, I sent the dreaded "..." The universal code for 'umm what the fuck?'. My mind raced for the 9 or 10 minutes it took her to get back to me.
"don't worry bb he's just a friend! he's leaving now anyways, he's g2g to work. i've got a family thing to go to now so i can't really talk tonight. bye bb luv u"
I was getting a little tired of being told not to worry. But what could I do? there was no evidence of any wrongdoing on her part. I just had a bad feeling that she wasn't being entirely truthful with me. And I was definitely a little rattled from what Catherine had said about which guys are generally appealing to girls. I wanted to ask Rebecca more questions. 'Does he even know you have a boyfriend? What were you shopping for at the mall? Did he really leave or is he still there?
Of course I couldn't ask any of these questions because she had effectively cut me off for the night. So instead I sat in my room and let my mind wander. I imagined the two of them at the mall, him towering over her the way a real man should - the way I never could. I Imagined them holding hands, winking at each other, laughing together. What were they shopping for? Maybe just jeans? I thought of her trying on new jeans in front of him, modeling for him, asking his opinion. My paranoia stepped up a notch and presented me with the possibility that she was shopping for a new swimsuit. I imagined her sexy, pale, curvy body on display in a skimpy bikini. On display for another man's eyes. I felt sick with jealousy, yet my penis strained against its cage at the image. This reminded me how sexually subdued I was. I couldn't make love to any girl in this condition. But he could. This jerk she told me not to worry about had complete freedom to bend her over and fill her with his cock. I saw it all in my head; my sweet girlfriend modeling some provocative swimsuit for this brute, until he grabs her by the arm, drags her into his lair, rips the bikini off has his way with her. My little caged penis was twitching and my heart was racing. I felt anger that I was condemned to this humiliating restriction of my manhood, and this other guy was totally free. But I also felt mad arousal at the sight of her beautiful body being used in a way that I was simply not capable of. And as my imagination filled in the details I became very alarmed at the realization that in this scenario, Rebecca was having the time of her life. I couldn't see it any other way. Even in this imaginary universe of my own creation, my girlfriend got more sexual pleasure from this forceful, dominant, usurper than she could ever get from me. I was a chastised, feminized, pathetic sissy, and he was an alpha male. There was no competition. I never stood a chance. That's why she always told me not to worry - there was nothing I could do about it anyway.
I lay back in my bed and watched them fuck in my mind. It felt like an out-of-body experience, like I had floated into the room with them and was witnessing it all live. My brain was a chaotic cocktail of rage, jealousy, and lust; yet the images remained clear. My little cock continued to fight it's rigid bonds. I was unbearably horny, but I knew there was no chance of penile stimulation. In my desperation, I started pondering forbidden ideas. I started to look at the image of Rebecca cheating on me, and instead of feeling rage, I felt empathy. Real empathy - I was relating to her experience. I looked at how much pleasure she was feeling while getting stuffed from behind with a hard cock. She made it look so satisfying, so thrilling, so... fun. Without a conscious intention, I watched the form of her morph into someone else. Someone in a tight black dress, fishnets, and dramatic slutty makeup. Oh my god it was Steph. It was me. And Dave was continuing to plunder that supple feminine body all the same. And she (I) seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Rebecca did. It was so disturbing seeing my feminized self being anally penetrated by a guy I hate. I focused and tried to turn to the image back into that of my unfaithful girlfriend, but I couldn't make it happen. It is at that point in time that I realized I had fallen asleep and was now dreaming - and I couldn't wake up. My perspective suddenly shifted from witness into participant as I felt strong hands grip me and move my body as they wished. I felt the long wig and the makeup caking my face. I felt my smooth legs wrapped in fishnet, and my little penis still tightly locked up. I felt my tight anal cavity filled with something smooth and oblong. I tried to fight him off, but I could do no harm to his enormous body. I tried to squirm away from him but he held me in place. I tried to cry out for help and he covered my mouth with one powerful hand. I was a helpless little woman at the mercy of a wild untamed man. He used my body for his pleasure in a variety of positions, regardless of my protests and resistance. I could do nothing to affect his control over me. I used to be a human being with will and agency, but I had been reduced to nothing more than a sex doll.
Once he was sexually satisfied, he bound and gagged me so I could not escape. He left me chained up in a cage under his bed until he decided to use me again. He had taken my girlfriend from me with ease, and now he had taken me prisoner as well. There was no limit to his sexual greed, and no recourse for a powerless sissy like myself. This felt like the natural conclusion. All notions of civility and fairness were make believe. The ruthless sexual hierarchy was the only true law. There are those who have power, and those who are meant to serve and be used.I finally understood. I woke up to my alarm in a cold sweat and with a wet sticky crotch....

Chapter 14: A New Outfit
I spent all of Thursday and Friday trying not to think about the traumatic (pleasurable?) dream I had had Wednesday night. I convinced myself that was just some crazy nonsense, that I'm just as much of a man as Dave, that Rebecca isn't cheating on me, that alpha males and beta males aren't really a thing, etc. 'I'm a man and I have a girlfriend and there is nothing for me to worry about'. It would have been easier to convince myself if I wasn't locked in chastity and wearing girly panties under my clothes, but oh well. Friday afternoon rolled around and I jumped on the soonest bus to Rebecca's place.
"Hey cutie, come on in!" She greeted me at the door wearing black leggings, a tight white T-shirt, and her hair and makeup all done nicely - as if she was going out. She looked amazing and I felt a swell of pride that I get to call her my girlfriend. (I felt little swell elsewhere as well, but it was tightly contained in the chastity cage).
"Come upstairs, let's get you dressed up!" She suggested cheerfully as she took me by the hand and led me. I hesitated and asked if I really had to get dressed up as a girl again. I asked if we could do something else instead. She giggled and told me that she had bought a new outfit just for me, and she wanted to see me wear it. She seemed really excited and she looked even better than usual so I gave in and followed her lead. Once in her bedroom she had me strip down to my panties (a blue cheeky pair with lace trim). She inspected my body and caressed my thighs and butt with her her soft gentle hands. I shivered and blushed.
"Your skin is still nice and smooth. Ugh I'm so jealous of you. I have to shave my legs like every 4 days haha" She guided me to her bed where she had some clothes already laid out for me. "The panties you have on are nice, but this pair goes with the outfit better" She handed me a black nylon thong with white lacy trim and motioned for me to put it on. I obediently discarded my blue cheeky pair and slid the sultry material up my hairless thighs. The lacy trim tickled my butt, and the crotch material was stretchy enough to comfortably cradle my balls chastity cage. It almost seemed like these panties were specially designed for some extra baggage in front, but then again, I didn't have all that much 'baggage'. "Yes, those fit you perfectly. Now here's the rest." She wrapped a black bustier around my midsection and did up the back for me. It wasn't a true lace-up corset - it was one of those quick connect ones with hooks and loops like a bra, but it still felt very tight and formal. In her mirror I could see that my already slender frame now had the slightest hour-glass shape - the hallmark of the feminine body. The chest section was generously padded to make it look as if I actually had some little breasts. I didn't even have to stuff my bra this time. Next, she handed me some stretchy opaque black thigh highs and matching garter belt. The garter belt was plain and black, but it was still highly erotic to me. I would have loved to see Rebecca wear it, but alas, I was the one it was meant for. Once I had donned my hosiery, she took a minute to tell me how sexy I look. She came in close and whispered in my ear;
"It turns me on so much to see you dressed up like this. It's so hot turning you from my boyfriend into my gurlfriend. You're such a hot little piece of ass." She kissed me deeply and grabbed my butt in her hands. I melted completely as she fondled and caressed me. I was so pent up it wouldn't have taken much to turn me on anyway, but the experience of being in a girl-on-girl make out scene was true bliss. It went beyond mere arousal - I felt beautiful, safe, at peace. When she finally broke the long sensual kiss, I was under her spell. I happily let her apply my makeup. She ensured that I was watching her attentively and taking mental notes so that next time I could do it myself. She put heavy mascara on my naturally long eyelashes, balanced out by minimal eye shadow and just a tasteful amount of eyeliner along my lids. She applied a subtle shade of pink lipstick that wasn't too far from my natural lip color, followed by the fainest touch of blush on my cheeks. This time she had a different wig, a chin-length blonde one with a pink bow. Once I saw my finished face in the mirror I was blown away, because I didn't look like a painted whore this time around - I looked more like a Disney princess. Rather than looking like a completely different person, I could still recognize myself while looking like a pretty girl. It made me realize I really did have a feminine face - it didn't take that much makeup for me to be pretty.
She added a soft black choker with a white bow (which conveniently covered my small adams apple) and led me back to the bed. Only one item remained: a very cute dress. The top half looked smooth and snug and mostly white, with pink trim and bows. The lower half was short but puffy, almost like a tutu, and mostly pink. My girlfriend had me hold my arms up while she slipped it over my head, taking care not to smudge my makeup. It easily slid down my smooth corseted body and fell into place, with the tutu sitting around my hips, barely reaching the tops of my stockings, while the top gracefully adorned my narrow shoulders. It was too short to be a respectable prom dress, but it did have a whimsical elegant quality to it. I looked like a cute fairy, or a slightly slutty princess, or perhaps some girl from an anime. Rebecca had me twirl for her while she looked on with bright gleeful eyes. She asked me if I liked my new outfit and I nodded without a thought. I really did like it. It felt so nice against my skin and I looked undeniably adorable. Something about knowing I look cute put me at ease in a way I never felt as a boy. It made me feel like I would be taken care of, and never expected to suffer or fight. I could just be docile and let the real men deal with any unpleasant things for me. Plus I knew it turned my girlfriend on, so what's not to like?
I stood before with my hands folded modestly in my lap. I wanted so badly to kiss her some more, but I didn't feel it would be appropriate for me to make the first move. After all, she was technically wearing pants and a T shirt, so between the two of us, she was dressed in a more masculine way than I was. Add to that the fact that she was taller and more outgoing than me, and it was clear who was more feminine out of the two of us. I had slid naturally into the social role usually imposed on women - I felt meek, submissive, passive, and pretty. My only power was my sex appeal (and that is a very flawed, limited form of power). I did the only thing that felt right at the time; I stood there quietly trying my best to look cute for the person I wanted to attract. I suppose it worked because after a moment of devouring me with her eyes, my tall domineering girlfriend came over and started feeling me up. She ran her hands up the backs of my thighs, under the short ruffles of my dress to find my ass. She traced the trim of my panties around to my crotch where she cradled my inanimate genitals in her hand. She then held my beautified face in both hands and pulled it close to hers so our noses were touching. I felt like I was floating in space, utterly surrendered to her will.
"You're my little princess now aren't you?" I nodded, still with my cheeks in her hands. "So you're going to do everything I say this weekend right? Because if you do, I'll make you feel really good" She let one hand drift down into the front of my panties at this point. I understood exactly what she was offering. I would have to earn an orgasm with obedience, and I vowed to myself that I would do whatever it takes. "But if you're a bad girl, you will stay locked up for a very long time." She took my limp hand and slid it under the waistband of her leggings and panties and placed it on the outer lips of her vagina. I trembled. It seemed like it had been months since I had any contact with her nether-regions. It was a little bit wet. I instinctively began stroking it very subtly. I was far too nervous and humble to try anything more than that. She smiled at the gesture "Do you like that baby? Do you want to get inside there again?" I nodded desperately. Everything I had let her to do me - all the feminization and humiliation - had been solely for the purpose of having sex with her again. "Then keep doing whatever I want, and soon I'll let you back inside me. This weekend I'm going to test your obedience. If you pass, I'll be your reward. I'm really horny and I need to get fucked, so please don't let me down." With that sinister warning, she removed my hand from her crotch and straightened out her leggings. She gave me a nice peck on the lips to signal the conclusion of that intensely erotic exchange, and ease my transition into the friendly hang-outs that filled most of our time together.

Chapter 15: The Princess and the Alpha Male
We sat downstairs cuddling on the couch, making jokes about whatever garbage was on the TV. I was very comfy in my dress. It was so light and airy that it actually offered a lot of freedom to move around. The corset took a bit of getting used to but I was starting to like the feeling of support - almost like a hug - plus it helped the dress look amazing on me. Between the dress and the stockings, my skin was quite well covered, but I had noticed that if I bent over, the bottom of my dress would ride up enough to reveal my butt cheeks in my lacy thong. This felt very naughty and sexy. It was the one part of my body that wasn't sheltered from the gaze of a potential onlooker. I loved the idea of looking conservative and respectable except from one special angle. I took advantage and bent over in front of Rebecca any time I could find an excuse (such as straightening out my stockings or picking something up off the ground). She seemed entertained by my sauciness, so I played it off like a running joke, but I know part of me was acting on a subconscious instinct; use your sexy body to attract others. This is how you get what you want as a girl.
As we were preparing a big plate of nachos for ourselves, the doorbell rang. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I wasn't expecting to be around anyone other than Rebecca. I couldn't bear to have a repeat of last weekend (although when I look back on it, it was actually kind of fun playing pretend with such high stakes). I looked at my host with anxiety in my eyes.
"Oh don't be scared baby, that's just Dave." I didn't respond but my anxiety intensified visibly. "Relax - he's already seen you as a girl, so it's not a big deal. Just act natural like you did last weekend. It's gonna be fun, come on Steph!" She giggled as she took me by the arm and pulled me towards the door. I did the closest thing to resisting that I could muster - it amounted to me reluctantly following her lead. She continued, "I could see how you were looking at him last week, all doe-eyed. I suspect you might have a little crush! I think we need to find out for sure. Besides he's cool and fun to hang out with." I begged her not to put me in this situation again. She just laughed and reminded me that she was testing my obedience this weekend. My mind flashed to what was at stake; if I pulled this off, I would get to have sex. And if I didn't? I wasn't even sure what would happen then. I took a deep breath as we neared the door. I forced myself to calm down and get in character. The sheer terror settled down, but I still had butterflies in my stomach - as if my body was excited about something.
Rebecca swung the door open, with me cowering nervously just behind her. I gazed up at the tall man standing in the doorway. He looked a little bit cleaner than last time I saw him. Maybe he'd had a shower or gotten a haircut or something. He stepped in and gave my girlfriend such a big hug he actually lifted her off the ground. When they were done, he noticed me and quickly but blatantly eyed me up and down before stepping over and shaking my hand again. Maybe it was just that I was dressed like a fairy, but I felt even smaller than last time we'd met. He asked me how I'd been in a deep jovial voice and I chirped something along the lines of "Good you?" He replied some boring answer about working a lot, I didn't really process it. I was too busy trying to come to terms with all the sexual tension and power dynamics at play. I was obviously out-manned by this hunk, but I had Rebecca's love, and I wondered if my feminine sex appeal would grant me some sort of upper hand. Maybe I could somehow maintain control of the situation. Maybe I could manipulate him the way real girls manipulate men. Then again the thought of having control of anything felt daunting to me now.
Rebecca cheerfully led him into the living room where we were watching TV, while I trailed close behind. She turned back to me and asked me to go get the nachos and a couple beers from the fridge. I felt a little bit slighted, being sent off to cater for our guest, but at the same time I was happy to escape his gaze for a few moments to compose myself. I brought the nachos out and set them on the coffee table while my girlfriend sat on the couch with this older man. She thanked me and called me sweet. I went back to the fridge fetch two beers for them, and a cream soda for me. I still found beer gross. I presented them their drinks politely and took a seat on the couch on other side of Rebecca. Dave had his long muscly arm along the back of the couch, so by default us 'girls' both appeared to be sitting under it. At least her and I were together, and I had far more in common with her than this neanderthal. That counted for something right?
After a couple minutes Dave noticed I was drinking a pink can of pop instead of beer like the two of them. "That's adorable! You're like, a little pixie or something" he said sincerely. "thanks" I muttered as I fumed silently. Rebecca concealed her laughter. When the nachos were gone, I took the plate back in to the kitchen. No one asked me to, I just felt like it was the proper thing to do. Plus it was still a relief to get away from him whenever I could, even if it meant leaving him alone with my girlfriend.
When I returned, I found Rebecca was now sitting on Dave's lap and he had his arm around her hips. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared in anger and disbelief while they continued casually sipping their beers. Didn't he know she had a boyfriend? Didn't SHE know she had a boyfriend? This was clearly inappropriate right? But I couldn't find the words to navigate the situation. Do I reveal myself to be a boy and suffer the embarrassment of being caught cross dressing by another guy? Do I give away the fact that I am her boyfriend? Then he would know exactly how pathetic I am and how little competition I am for him. He would probably just pick Rebecca up and carry her away, knowing I couldn't do anything to stop him. No, I had to play it cool. Rebecca noticed me staring and asked if I was okay. I put on my 'Steph' voice and calmly replied,
"Well I just don't think you're boyfriend would like you sitting on Dave's lap like that." I nailed it. The perfect passive aggressive way to get through to my girlfriend. I sat down at the other end of the couch awaiting their rebuttal.
"I didn't know you had a boyfriend" Dave chuckled to Rebecca with a hint of awkward remorse in his voice.
"Don't worry, we're not doing anything wrong." She reassured him as she stood up from his lap "But I think Steph is just a bit jealous of me. We should give her a turn shouldn't we?"
The oblivious giant turned to me with a welcoming smile.
"Come on Steph, sit on his lap. Here." She pulled me up by my hands before I had time to protest. I did my best to stare daggers at her but it had no effect. She moved me over in front of him and gently pushed me at the hips. I stumbled back and landed squarely in his lap with my legs together. He wrapped his free arm around my hips just like he had with my girlfriend, and sipped his beer. It didn't take me long to realize that if he wanted to hold me in place against my will, I would have no hope of escaping. I decided it would be safest not to anger the giant, so I sat patiently on his lap and waited for an opportunity to escape. It actually wasn't physically uncomfortable, but the psychological impact was dissolving my dignity like acid. A sissy boy dressed like a fairy princess and sitting on the lap of a real man while my girlfriend watched. I was starting to doubt that I had any place referring to her as my girlfriend at all; it felt like the two of us were both Dave's girlfriends.
"Oh my god you two are so cute together!" she exclaimed as she pulled out her phone and snapped a few pics of us. As soon as I realized what was happening, my face displayed anger - but she got one or two snaps off first, in which I looked calm and maybe even willing. It was so hard to tell these days if she was deliberately trying to methodically break down my ego, or if she was truly just delighted by my cuteness. Mercifully it wasn't long before he had to go 'take a leak' and I was able to politely escape the prison of his lap.
While he was out of the room, I voiced my concerns with my mischievous girlfriend. I told her that I didn't like her sitting on his lap, nor did I like being forced to sit on his lap myself.
"I didn't force you to do anything - I just gave you a little 'nudge' and the rest happened naturally." she chuckled and wrapped her arms around me. I told her it wasn't funny and that I was seriously annoyed with her. Rather than responding with remorse or empathy, she practically scolded me.
"Baby, Stop acting like I'm being unfair. You're nothing like Dave, so of course I'm going to treat you differently than him. Alpha males get treated differently than fem boys. It doesn't mean I love you any less. It's just different. It's not like I can sit on your lap - I'm bigger than you, I'd probably crush you." I tried to interrupt and object to that claim but she continued speaking over me. "And it's not like I can drink beers with you or watch football or talk about sex. Those things just aren't your strong suits. There are some things that other guys are just better at. But I like being with you and cuddling and dressing you up and making out and stuff. And if you're really good this weekend, I'll let you fuck me again okay? You want that right?" I nodded, wide-eyed. "Well then you have to stop complaining about Dave - he's really important to me. Can you please do that one thing for me Princess?"
I was a little taken aback. In that short ramble, she had revealed harsh truths about our relationship, about my role as her boyfriend, and about Dave's role in her life. I was crushed that he was more important to her than my fragile male ego, but I also couldn't blame her. I guess I was being a little whiny bitch? Its not like she was fucking him. And she did say she loved me and liked being with me - that was reassuring. I nodded and agreed to be nice for her. I didn't like this, but I knew if I pushed the issue she could just break up with me and then I'd have nothing.
"Now look, I get that you're afraid Dave's going to steal me from you or something. That's silly - he's just a good friend... But I can't blame you for being intimidated by him... So how about this: from now on I won't do anything with Dave that you don't do first. I won't flirt with him unless you do, I won't sit on his lap unless you do, I won't do anything unless you do it first. But if you do something with him, I have to do it too. That way its always fair and balanced - you and I get the exact same rules, and you get to decide what happens. Deal?"
I thought over her proposition... It seemed a bit weird. Like obviously I didn't want to sit on his lap again, or anything else like that. I probably wouldn't touch him or speak to him at all. Would Rebecca be okay with that? It might make the hangout really awkward. But I was happy to be able to lay down some boundaries. It seemed that my hopes had come true, and I had finally gained some control over the situation. My outgoing girlfriend would finally have to behave herself a bit. I accepted her strange new rule. However I treated Dave, she would have to do the same.

Chapter 16: Fair is Fair
The second after we had finished our private discussion, that handsome neanderthal returned from the bathroom. I had planned in my head to ignore him as much as possible so that Rebecca would have to follow suit. Maybe he would even get bored and leave. Unfortunately, the prospect of being responsible for everything that happens made me very nervous - just as nervous as when I had first met Dave. He casually asked us what we were up to as he walked over. I couldn't bring myself to suddenly start acting cold and aloof towards him. I wanted to so badly, but instead I flashed him an involuntary smile (which my girlfriend effortlessly mirrored). He apparently took this tiny, meaningless gesture as an invitation to come over and put his arm around my shoulders. Such offensive alpha male arrogance. I was so caught off guard and uncomfortable that I defensively put my hand up against his stomach so that I could push him away if I needed to. The problem was that I did so very gently as not to agitate him, so from Rebecca's perspective it looked like I had placed my hand on his body in a warm and flirty manner. Worse yet, when I felt the hard, defined abs through his shirt, I couldn't help but let my hand feel around just for a few inches - I had never touched a body like this. Rebecca's body was soft and smooth, and mine was much the same. Staying true to our deal, she cuddled up next to him and put a hand on his chest, conspicuously feeling his muscles just like I had done. Now the three of us were standing in her kitchen, and Dave had a girl under each arm; me on one side and my girlfriend on the other. It was sort of my worst nightmare. I felt warm and safe, but in a very wrong unsettling way - like I had been turned into a pet or a doll. I was standing inches away from the girl I love, and yet I felt like I had been banished to some alternate dimension where I could never touch her. I looked at the smile on her face and the sensual motion of her hand on his chest, and I felt his strong arm around me and his muscular trunk. I looked at the two of them and I saw pure repressed primal lust. They belonged together by law of nature. I looked at myself and I did not see a boyfriend; I saw a girl. And I saw that I was becoming less of her sexual partner, and more of a fellow woman. A friend, a companion, but not a lover. I could feel myself sinking into this feminine platonic role, and knew without a doubt that this superior man would be happy to usurp my place. I had to do something.
"So, what do you ladies want to do now?" Dave asked us suggestively. Rebecca locked eyes with me awaiting my response. She really was playing by the rules. I would have to be the one to answer. I had to do something to get Rebecca's attention back on me. I had to redirect her lust and send a message to this intruder to back off. An idea flashed into my head and I blurted it out.
"I think Rebecca and I should make out while you watch."
I was so nervous and dissociated that I heard the words as if they came from someone else, but they were mine. Rebecca's eyes widened in surprise. She never imagined I would suggest something so risque. Without missing a beat, Dave expressed his approval of this plan, and asked Rebecca if she was game. She looked at me, looked at him and smiled and nodded.
Dave unhanded us and took a seat in a kitchen chair, gazing at us in aroused anticipation. Rebecca looked at me with a similar expression. I inched closer to her and put my face right near to hers. We took a moment to feels each other's breath let our noses touch. I initiated a gentle kiss which we repeated several times until we started to escalate. I put one hand on her breast and the other on her ass. She wrapped an arm around my neck and put a hand on my hip to pull me up against her. We went at it while Dave sat in silence. This was perfect. I was simultaneously getting it on with my girlfriend while demoting Dave to the passive audience member. I felt so powerful and ecstatic and turned on. I felt her up aggressively while she gripped me tight. I had forgotten about the man watching us - I was simply following my own desires.
The make-out-fest was interrupted by a phone going off. It was Rebecca's. She broke the kiss and checked the call display.
"Ughh I gotta take this" she muttered and started walking away from me "You two behave!" she teased as she exited the back door to take the call in her backyard. I barely processed what had just happened since I was slowly coming down from sexual euphoria. I stood in the kitchen straightening out my dress while a pair of masculine predatory eyes watched me. I caught his gaze and immediately felt a tinge of anxiety. Rebecca had left me alone with this big strong a****l, and I could tell he was very turned on by the show we had put on for him. He quietly stood up and my anxiety turned to full blown fear. What was he going to do? Was he mad at me for stealing Rebecca's attention away from him? Was he going to hurt me? I felt so defenseless and alone, and I knew that my cute appearance made me a target. He slowly stepped towards me. My heart raced. In the past when confronted with an imposing threat, I had felt the classic fight-or-flight response. This felt different from that. Here now, dressed as a little pixie girl alone with a powerful man, I felt a different survival instinct; compliance. I knew in my bones that I could never put up a fight, nor could I outrun him. Fight or flight was no longer a viable strategy. But if I just went along with him as politely and obediently as possible, I would probably get out of this without serious injury. That was my safest bet as a girl. Be compliant, do what he wants.
he was now right in front of me, yet he continued to creep forward. I took tiny steps back to try and get some space between us, but he continued advancing. Before long, I felt my back make contact with the wall behind me. I could not back up any further, and his body was starting to press against mine. He put his hands on the wall on either side of me and leaned forward. I couldn't run anywhere. I looked at my attacker with pleading eyes. I was terrified and holding back tears.
"That was quite a little show you put on for me. It looked pretty fun" he whispered with his face inches from mine. I said nothing, paralyzed with anxiety. "I think I'd like to try it myself. Have you ever kissed a man, pretty thing?" I shook my head, eyes closed tight, bracing myself for what was next. "I don't believe you for one second. Not with a face like this." he put his hand under my jaw and gently but forcefully lifted my chin, turning my face up towards his. He kept his hand under my chin as he brought his big stubbly face down to meet mine. I felt his moist lips on mine and I shuddered. I closed my eyes and silently prayed for this to end. He continued kissing me and moved his hands onto my shoulders. I was powerless as he held me in place. His kissing intensified and my mouth slipped open, allowing his tongue to enter. There was no point resisting; I gave in and played along with it. I placed my hands on his chest. I wanted to shove him off me, but I knew that would be impossible and would only anger him. His hands slid down to my butt and I u*********sly arched my back to welcome his touch. His hands slipped under my dress and found my smooth cheeks. I was now actively kissing him back, still afraid, but undeniably turned on. Without warning he grabbed my hips and pulled me up off the ground. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from falling down. My legs found their way around his body and held on for dear life. He was so tall - I was so high off the ground. He put both hands under my ass and held me, while resuming the passionate kissing. I was completely off the ground, held in his arms. I wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted me to. He had taken total control of me and I never had a choice. In that moment I surrendered my will and accepted my role as his plaything. I was his doll and nothing more.
"What the FUCK?!" a shocked and appalled Rebecca demanded. She had come back from her phone call and was now standing in the doorway staring at us with her mouth open. I was mortified and tried to squirm away from Dave. Frustratingly, he did not release me and I was stuck, up off the floor, held in his arms. Her eyes bounced from mine to his. The odd thing was she didn't even look angry, mostly just confused. Confused to find her 'boyfriend' making out with an older male. I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak.
"Oh I'm sorry" chuckled Dave "We didn't mean to gross you out. I just couldn't resist getting a piece of Steph for myself" he gently lowered me back down until my feet touched the floor again. I scurried over to Rebecca frantically assuring her it's not what it looks like. I was positive she was going to break up with me. She must have thought I was gay, and what girl would want to date a gay guy? Though I didn't feel like a gay guy. Truthfully I felt more like a lesbian girl at this point. I may have given in to his unstoppable sexual advances, but I felt no attraction to him or any other man. I still knew without a doubt that I was sexually attracted to girls and only girls. I wanted to fuck Rebecca more than anything in the world. Yet I had this depressing intuition that as a totally feminized sissy, I was much more desirable to men than I was to women. I didn't know who or what I was any more.
"Whats the big deal, Steph? We weren't doing anything wrong" Dave said with total ignorance. I ignored him completely. I was so startled and embarrassed I was on the edge of fainting. Rebecca was definitely going to dump me. Had I cheated on her? I didn't even know what to call this, but I knew it was not something a boyfriend is supposed to do. She looked me in the eye and whispered,
"You know what this means right? You remember our deal?" I froze. I had been so distraught by the 'encounter' with Dave that I hadn't even considered how it would relate to my deal with Rebecca. We had both agreed that anything I do with Dave, she would have to do as well. I felt a dark sinking feeling in my heart. Surely this didn't count. Surely she wouldn't follow through with this absurd rule. I quietly stammered, trying to form the words "please" and "no", but her expression stayed neutral, unresponsive to my pleading. She calmly whispered to me "Don't make a scene, baby"
"What are you two murmuring about over there?" Dave asked curiously. My girlfriend gave me a sympathetic peck on the cheek and told me she loved me. Then she strolled away from me and over to Dave.
"Well, its just that I'm a little bit jealous of all the fun you two are having. I want my share." She told him in a coy seductive tone. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was actually going to make out with this guy right in front of me? I thought she would back out any second, but she continued, "I want you to do that with me. Exactly like you did with Steph." Dave was stunned, but visibly thrilled as well. I could see a massive erection through his pants. I was also stunned but was sinking deep into despair and grief. I had brought this on myself. I should have run away or fought. Rebecca walked up to him and put her hands on his pecs. She looked up at him with her gorgeous face and said one word; "Please".
I stood passively in horror and watched it unfold. This predatory asshole leaned down and started kissing my girlfriend. And she was kissing him back! Every fiber of my being wanted to run up and pull them apart, but the constricting feeling of the chastity cage and my lacy thong kept me in my place; it was so obvious that I had no business interfering with the natural chemistry between them. Rebecca wanted me to sit patiently in my little dress and wait for it to be over, so what choice did I have? She had made it abundantly clear that she would have no tolerance for insubordination from me.
Their kissing had become quite intense and passionate, to the point where he scooped her up off the ground just like he had with me. Rebecca wrapped her legs around his muscular body just like I had done. I knew exactly what she was feeling because I had been in that position mere moments ago. I knew she felt dominated and overpowered, but in a good way. In that way that all girls crave deep down - to be at the mercy of an attractive powerful man - to not have to worry about anything. My girlfriend was able to joyfully relinquish all her freedom to this man, in a way that she could never experience with me. It crushed me to witness how much enjoyment she was getting from this. It was like she had been holding back all her sex-drive while dating me, and now she had a free pass for a few minutes. I watched his strong hands grip her big round ass - the ass that I worshiped and revered - he manhandled it like it belonged to him. He stuck his tongue down her throat and she reciprocated. She was moaning softly. She began to slowly grind her pelvis against his torso. She couldn't hide it from me - she was loving this.
I was boiling with hatred for him and jealousy of my girlfriend, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was trapped because if I interfered, she might break up with me right then and there, but the longer she continued fooling around with him the more obvious it was that he can satisfy her in ways that I simply cannot. There was no right answer, so I just stood there in my panties, dress, and wig and watched my only girlfriend get felt up by a real man. My rage rage and indignation started to simmer down into something much worse - acceptance. I could see that I wasn't a man at all, and that my girlfriend needed a real man no matter how much she claimed to like me the way I am. I believed her that she loved me, but it was obvious that our relationship wasn't meeting her needs. As I stood there idly fidgeting with my dress while she had the time of her life in his strong arms, I realized that it was wrong for a sissy like me to stand in the way of her sexual fulfillment. I was lucky enough to be able to have any romantic involvement with her - if she wanted to get dominated by an alpha male once in a while, maybe I should let her? I mean I have no way of stopping her anyway, but maybe I shouldn't even try. It just seems as natural as the sun setting; a girl needs to feel submissive sometimes. And Rebecca could never be submissive to me; I'm just as feminine and delicate as her, maybe even more so. I could never meet her need to be the submissive one. The only way I could keep her happy in this relationship is if we had a real man around to do the things that I can't do myself. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I couldn't lie to myself while I was watching her get pleasurably manhandled by a superior male.
As I was having my epiphany about my inadequacy as a sexual partner, Rebecca mercifully ended her make-out session. She climbed down off of Dave and thanked him for his help. She walked over to me and gave me a big warm hug, as if to say "I'm sorry you had to see that, I know it was hard for you". What she actually said to me was,
"We're even now, okay baby?" reminding me that she hadn't wronged me in any way that I hadn't wronged her. We'd both made out with someone else. I couldn't hold this against her. I nodded in reluctant agreement. It just wasn't worth arguing.
"So are you ready to tell Dave the truth now?" she asked me audibly. It took me a few seconds to process what she meant: she was asking if I was ready for Dave to know my real identity.
"Tell me the truth about what?" Dave asked, still out of the loop. Rebecca looked at me awaiting some response on my part. I hadn't decided yet if I was ready to answer. The cat was basically out of the bag already - I knew Rebecca wouldn't go along with another lie even if I could come up with one. I was on the spot. I couldn't figure out how to word it, so I just nodded to my girlfriend hoping she would assist me. She kindly obliged:
"Steph isn't really a girl. She's technically a boy. I mean HE's a boy.... he's my boyfriend. We're dating. And I've been feminizing him because well... I dunno it just feels right. I like him better this way..." Dave's eyes widened in disbelief. Rebecca put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek, as if to verify to him that we are in fact a couple. Things were about to get interesting...