Dont Be Afraid
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This short story was written by me quite some time ago. I believe it was back
in early '93, about the time my ex-wife and I were contemplating divorce.
It reads well enough as a stand alone story, leaving the continued adventures
of the formerly nameless hero up to the imagination. Though, I do have a
second chapter and part of a third typed up. I had not even remembered I had
written more until I stumbled across them in a move!
Eventually, I'll get the second part retyped into the computer and edited for
spelling and such! :)
I originally decided to leave the hero nameless, as it was just a fantasy
involving myself that was being put to words. But the overall effect of having
no nameable character as the main protagonist nicely allows the reader to
easily place themselves into the scene.
As for the femme name Sharon gives him, if you really would like to see it as
a different name, just do a find and replace using the name you like the best!
(Oh come on now! You can't sit there and tell me you have never done that
before.. ::wink::). The same goes for Sharon, too. Change her name to another
if it pleases you. It's easy to do and customizes a story for that added
pleasure! WooHoo!
I also left the nature of the bet up to the reader's imagination. It's just a
plot device to get the hero into feminine finery anyhow. I feel no need to
have a drawn out explanation of what it was.
My current (and hopefully last! :) girlfriend and I have made numerous bets on
anything and everything. They range from how many messages on the
answering
machine to what time the kids will walk in the door to the price of ground
beef at the supermarket! And some of the consequences of losing were pretty
steep for such inconsequential bets, I can tell you!
You'll also notice that I like to interject quite a bit of humor into the
stories I write. Call it a inbred trait. There is little I do that is without
humor, sometimes even too much of it... :/
Well, I seem to be rambling, and I thank all of you who have taken the time to
actually read the 'Intro' to "Don't Bet on It!" Happy reading and remember
that this story is intended to perused with one hand only! ;>
Sissy Demi
NOTICE: This story may be freely posted to newsgroups, BBSs, other story
sites, ect. I only ask that I be credited for the work and that all care is
taken to keep minors from getting ahold of it.
This story is intended as a work of fiction, and is also intended to be
enjoyed as such work by the transgendered community.
Don't Bet on It!
by Sissy Demi
part 1
"Hah! Hah!" she laughed, placing her hands on her rather voluptuous
hips, "You lost the bet and now you've got to do whaaaaateeeeever I want!"
Sharon waspositively exuberant at this prospect. In fact, she fairly glowed.
I knew I was in trouble then. But still I had to try and get out of whatever
my crazy lover had cooked up for me.
"But Sharon, sweetikins, darling lover o'mine," I started to say.
"Uh uh, buster," she said wagging a finger at me, "You made a bet and
lost. You said if you won I had to be your 'stunningly sultry servile sex
slave' and if I won that I could choose a task for you. And you lost!" Sharon
fairly squealed that last part. She was just enjoying this too, too much for
my liking. I could see the almost evil intent burning in her bright green
eyes.
Well, I thought to myself as I eyed her tall yet shapely figure, If
it involves sex with this gorgeous creature, it can't be all bad. The sex
with Sharon was always great. It was as if she were my perfect compatible
playmate. Being just an inch or so shorter than me made kissing her fine
featured face while doing the vertical bed-dance almost too easy. And she
wasn't one of those Barbie girls either, with their ten inch waists and over
proportioned tits and hips. No, Sharon was a good sized woman, and I don't
mean fat or overweight, either. Muscular, without being bulky, was more like
it. Like I said, my perfect sex partner and a hell of a conversationalist to
boot.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the bed, breaking my
reverie and making me realize my situation again. Gently, I pulled her close
and nuzzled her ear under the soft waves of red hair. My hands caressed her
back, working their way down to her ass for a firm squeeze or two. She
started to relax and moan, and I thought I had her.
"No way! Thought you had me there, didn't you?" Sharon snapped as
she roughly pushed me back onto the bed."You're not getting out of this one that
easily" I started to stammer a reply, but the look in her eyes told me to
keep quiet. I did.
She stood looking at me strangely for a minute. Almost as if she were
studying me, sizing me up. Then her eyes lit up and a slow, wicked grin
spread across her face. A low chuckle emanated from deep in her throat,
giving me the willies. A chill spread down my spine causing me to shiver
involuntarily.
"Stand up," she commanded me. I obeyed with haste."Start taking your
clothes off, loser. And turn around and face the wall as you do. Oh, yeah,
keep your eyes shut, too. That is if you know what's good for you!"
I pulled off my shoes and turned around, debating wether to peek at
what Sharon was doing or not. I decided to continue removing my clothes. No
sense in tempting fate. Or Sharon.
As I was taking off my shirt, I heard her open the closet door. The
screech of metal on metal assaulted my ears, wire hangers scraping across a
steel rod. She finished with whatever she was doing in the closet and started
to rummage in the dresser drawers. I was getting nervous, but I finished
undressing anyway. I stood quietly waiting a few moments as she continued
looking in a drawer, muttering to herself.
"Finished?" she inquired sweetly. I said yes and started to face her.
A sharp smack on my bare ass cheek stopped me mid-turn."I did not tell you to
turn around. And keep your eyes closed, asshole." Another smack, harder this
time, accompanied her remark. Not wanting to be swatted again, I did as
Sharon told me.
"Very good!'" she praised, "Now turn around, keeping your eyes shut."
Meekly, I turned."Ok, put your right arm up and make a loose fist."
As I did, I felt a few hangers placed on my hand, the slight weight
of them pulling it down a little.
"Ok, open your eyes," I was told.
I looked at what she had hung on my hand.
It was a white poet's blouse with a ruffled collar and long sleeves
ending in a double ruffle at the wrist, along with a denim, button front
crinkle skirt. A lacy, thong bodysuit hung from the third hanger. It was
white, too.
My jaw dropped to the floor at the same time my heart leapt to my
throat. She stood in front of me, arms crossed and legs wide, an expectant
look on her face.
"Put them on."
I hesitated and tried to say anything that would change her mind.
"I mean it," she said. "Here I'll help you."
Sharon took the things from my hand and laid them on the bed save the
bodysuit. She adjusted the shoulder straps, making them larger and motioned
for me to step into it. I shook my head nervously. Her green eyes darkened
and her jaw tightened. I swallowed and stepped into the offending attire,
Sharon pulling it up around me as I did. Slowly she slid the straps over my
shoulders and tightened them a little.
I had seen this very same under garment on Sharon many times and
always thought it was a very sexy thing for her to wear. I even told her so
on numerous occasions, that usually culminating in a good lay. But now I
didn't know what to think, as Sharon's gaze traveled down my femininely clad
body to my crotch.
She reached down and carefully slid my cock and balls from the
confines of the lacy garment so that they were hanging loose. Then she pulled
the lower half of the bodysuit up a hitch. This caused the thong to ride up
my ass crack and I told her this. A smug look appeared on her face and her
eyebrows arched. She thought for a second as she appraised me again.
"Hmmmm," my tormentor murmured as she placed some padding in the
bra cups and adjusted them. "That gives me an idea. But later, now I want you
to get used to this." She lightly tapped my cockhead from side to side as she
said this, watching as my member came to a semi-erection. I took a moment to
glance in the wall mirror and noticed the bodysuit had nipped an inch or so
from my waist and stomach. That, along with the padded bra, gave the
illusion of at least B or C breasts. Sharon noticed me looking and answered
my unasked question.
"It's a body briefer with a padded bra, dear," she told me, " To make
a girls figure more girlish."
"B-but I...I'm not a girl," I stuttered out.
"Remember how you said I was going to be your sex-kitten, and do
whatever, wear whatever you desired.? Cater to your every whim?" Sharon
asked. I gulped and nodded, seeing where this line of questioning was
leading. "Well," She continued, "I thought I would let you feel how it would
be. You are now my slave...all this holiday weekend. Wait. Your vacation
starts Monday, too. I guess you'll be my little slave girl for the whole two
weeks."
I nearly swooned at the idea. How did I get myself into this? All I
wanted to do was have Sharon sexually satisfy me all weekend as my sex-slave.
I was going to treat her good. Take her out dancing, to dinner, even shopping
with my commission bonus. Just that during these times she was supposed to
act like I was a god or something. I told Sharon this, figuring she'd drop
this crazy notion and let me out of the lace encasement.
"Why, sweetheart, I didn't know all you had planned IF you had won,"
she stated, "I guess we could still do those things. With you in my place, of
course."
I nearly fainted dead on the spot.
"Let's think of a name for you while we finish getting you dressed,
shall we?" Sharon had me put my arms up as she pulled the cotton blouse over
my head and primped the ruffles to fluff out. Then I put the denim skirt on.
She fussed with a few details then stood back to look at me.
"You look like a proper girl, honey," she said, "All except that
little tent in your nice skirt. But I know how to take care of that."
Roughly, I was pushed onto the bed. Sharon straddled me and ran her
hands under my skirt reaching for my cock.
Visions of the Bobbits ran through my head.
Warm hands found my cock and balls. Softly they fondled them,
increasing my erection to where I thought it would explode. Suddenly, she
stopped. Slowly she slipped my cock through the hole between buttons on the
skirt and wrapped her lips around the shaft.
"I think I'll call you Brianna," she whispered as she started to suck
me off.
I felt strange looking over two breasts covered in ruffles, at a
beautiful woman lapping my cock that was jutting out of a flowing skirt. A
warm, tingling sensation spread from my crotch into my abdomen. It felt great
and I was actually turned on by this. Sharon's red hair cascaded over her
shoulders as she bobbed up and down on my swollen member, her hands
creeping up my stomach to cup my makeshift tits. Her hands squeezed and
massaged them, causing the pads to rub against my nipples. They sprung out
and made the sensation even more enjoyable.
Without warning, my cock jerked wildly and I spasmed with an
ejaculation stronger than I'd had in a while. Sharon sucked my rock hard bone
dry then pulled herself on top of me. With surprising force, she jammed her
lips to mine. I opened my mouth and forced my tongue into hers. Abruptly, my
mouth was filled with a hot, salty gunk and Sharon's tongue swirled it around
in my mouth.
"Swallow it, Brianna," she ordered. I did and almost gagged on it,
but her gentle lips kept me from spitting it up. Her hand went my softening
member as the other stroked my face.
"Bri, this is just the beginning of a great two weeks!"
to be continued
Louise
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