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Curler Dejavu by Marc Lane "Hi, I have a one o'clock appointment with Carol," I said, barely looking up at the receptionist. "Oh yes, here it is," said the receptionist pointing at her book. "Please have a seat Marci, Carol is running a little late. It will be about thirty minutes before she can get to you. Is that all right?" she asked. "Yes, that's fine," I responded. "Please help yourself to some tea and cookies if you'd like," she added. I then turned, located a seat, and sat down. Crossing my legs, I then smoothed the skirt of my dress and timidly looked around the salon. The salon was a whirlwind of activity. I was mesmerized by all the sights and sounds. Hair dryers buzzing, women talking and laughing. The aromas in the air were overwhelming. A mystic combination of perming solution, hair spray, and nail polish. All around, women of all ages were getting their hair colored, frosted, curled, or trimmed in obvious enjoyment of the attention. A teenage girl nearby appeared to be getting her hair done up in a French twist for a prom or some formal while next to her a woman in her forties seemed to be choosing a new hair color. Adjacent to where I was sitting, women were getting their nails done. I watched intently as various shades of polish were being applied to shapely long nails. As I took it all in, my mind began to drift back in time at how I had gotten into this strange predicament. ***** Last Friday had started off like many other Fridays. I got up, threw on a bathrobe and went to the kitchen to set up my coffeepot. Then, while heading to the bathroom to take my shower, I heard a loud noise outside. Going over to the living room picture window I opened the drapes to see what the commotion was. Unable to see anything, I then went to the large balcony window in my bedroom, opened the drapes, and again peeked out to investigate the noises. I remember the sun feeling nice when it first hit me. I stood for a second absorbing the warm morning sun. I then stepped out onto the balcony and looked over the edge to see the gardeners leaving the area below my second story apartment. I stood on the balcony for a few moments enjoying the sun rays and just feeling happy it was Friday. I then returned inside to take my shower. That was the fatal flaw, I thought. God, I still couldn't believe I had forgotten to close the drapes! I had always been so careful before. I was so very aware of the fact that several apartments across the narrow courtyard had a clear view into my apartment. After all, I had the same type of view and had seen some pretty interesting things since moving in. After finishing my shower that day, I stepped out and wrapped my favorite large terry cloth towel around my thin body. I then gathered up my long hair and wrapped it up in another towel. Looking at myself in the mirror, I grinned at my appearance. The only things exposed from the towels were my long shapely legs, small shoulders, and slender face. I then pranced over to my dresser and selected some undies for the day. Out of the lingerie drawer came matching black lace panties and bra, garter belt and some lovely seemed nylons. I laid them all on the bed. Next, I stepped into my closet, selected a full-length slip, laying it on the bed next to the other items. Feeling satisfied with my selections, I returned to the bathroom and removed the towels and applied scented lotion to my clean shaven body. After returning bedside, I slipped into my panties and bra and after fastening the garter belt, rolled the nylons up my legs ever so slowly, enjoying their sensual feel. I then slid the slip over my head and gracefully walked to the little bench in front of my vanity to get started on my face and hair. I had purchased the vanity at an antique store with my ex-girlfriend Julie. I told everyone that it was a family heirloom that I kept in memory of a grandmother. It was a great explanation for the obvious question whenever an unknowing female friend would wonder why a guy would own a vanity. Of course just looking at my appearance they probably weren't fooled anyway. After all, being only 5'8" and a slender 135 lbs with long hair, I certainly wasn't going to be mistaken for a hunk. When my girlfriend and I split she teasingly told me to keep the vanity saying I needed it more than her. It turned out she was right! After breaking up with Julie, I had tried to purge myself of the need to dress up but, after months of internal struggle, had ultimately resigned myself that it was something I couldn't resist doing. Ever since Julie began experimenting with dressing me about a year ago, I was hooked. For the last three months, I had established a routine of dressing up on Fridays since my job allowed me to put in my 40 hours Monday through Thursday. I generally kept the vanity empty so as not to openly display any evidence of my secret and took great pleasure in setting out all of my feminine essentials on Thursday evenings in preparation for my special Fridays. On this day, I was especially excited. The outfit I had ordered through my favorite catalog had finally arrived earlier in the week. I was finally going to get to wear my lovely new dress and heels. It was a simple but very cute black column dress with floral pattern, a tie back waist, and loosely pleated mid calf length skirt. The open toe black high heels had ankle straps and 3" narrow heels. Once settled in front of the vanity mirror, I quickly got started rolling my long hair up into curlers. I had become quite adept at setting my hair. Something I attributed to Julie's tutelage. I always had such a sense of satisfaction each time my set was finished. I prided myself on achieving perfect rows of curlers. It was a skill I had mastered under Julie. During my training, I was spanked whenever the rows were not perfect. It wasn't long before the rows were always perfect. I went about the task of sectioning my hair into long strands and adeptly wound the hair up into the curlers, pinning each one into place next to the others. For some reason on this day, I acted giddy in my mannerisms. I was really feeling feminine, completely absorbed in my world and oblivious to everything else. Especially that, across the courtyard, two neighbors were watching my every move and reveling in their discovery. ***** "Jan, hurry you've got to see this! "Pretty Boy" left his drapes wide open! Now I know why they've always been closed on Fridays!" cried out Sara. "Oh, my god! Is that him? What in the hell is he doing? Setting his hair?" asked Jan, shocked at the discovery. " I think they call it exploring your feminine side. See, this proves I was right about him. And you gave me such a hard time for calling him "Pretty Boy." I just watched him come from the shower, put on lingerie, and now he's setting his hair! Look at him! Now tell me he hasn't done this before. I can't even set my hair that good. I bet he'll do his makeup next," laughed Sara. "I think he's beyond just exploring his feminine side. Look at him! You can barely tell he's not a woman." Remarked Jan in disbelief. "Jan, go get your camera with the telephoto lens. This is too good to pass up," shouted Sara. "I've got to hand it to you Sara," said Jan, returning with the camera. "You've been telling me for months that he was just a little too feminine but I thought you were exaggerating. "Oh, you're just too naive, commented Sara while looking through the telephoto lens. I could tell long ago. You start with that woman that used to live with him. She always seemed like the bossy type. I bet she "wore the pants" in their relationship. And him, with that long hair, slender body, and timid personality! My god, she probably had him in panties and high heels all along. I know I would have," she added now clicking pictures. "See, he is starting to do his makeup now. And it sure does look like he's done it a few times before too." After handing the camera back to Jan for her to look through, both girls tried to surpress their laughter as Jan continued taking picture after picture. "Do you think he's gay?" asked Jan. "My guess is he's bi." Answered Sara. "He probably likes being dominated by women but probably wouldn't pass up a stiff cock either," she added with laughter. "Oh, God! Look what he's doing now! He's prissing with his curlers, Jan shouted, breaking out in laughter again. **** I finally had my hair all rolled up and had finished my set. Focusing intently on the image in the mirror, I had taken out my mascara and eye-liner and then paused to priss and fuss a bit with the curlers, placing my hands around different spots of my head ensuring each curler was secured in place. I paused and thought, "OK, time to get going again with the makeup." I had selected my usual black eyeliner and mascara as well as a mauve eye shadow and carefully put it on. With that done, I then leaned forward, pursed my lips, and gracefully began applying bright red lipstick. Finally content with my appearance, I then stood up, went over to the bed and slipped into my new dress and heels. They felt great, I remembered. I then went to my full-length mirror and twirled around so that my dress blew up in the air. Deciding to let my hair air dry, I tied a scarf over my curlers and went to begin some of my housework. I set up the ironing board and began to tackle the ironing. It was probably an hour later when I remember first noticing that the drapes in that room were open too. At first I was startled but then reasoned I had nothing to worry about since all the neighbors should be at work anyway. I decided to "live dangerously" and leave the drapes open. After all of my ironing was done, I concluded it was time to finish my hair. Returning to my vanity, I grabbed my hair dryer, spent a few minutes making sure my hair was dry, and then began removing each curler. As each curler was removed, my long curls fell about, gracefully cascading over my shoulders. After all the curlers were removed, I stood up, bent over and lowered my head forward to let my hair hang down. I then fluffed out the curls a bit to give them more lift and volume. Flinging my hair back as I stood up, I continued the process of fluffing and lifting up the curls by adding some mousse. After achieving the desired effect of "big curls" I worked on shaping my bangs and then touched my 'do" off with a generous amount of hairspray. As a finishing touch, I pulled my hair back and up and secured it in place with a large hair comb ornamented with a lace bow, while leaving trundles of curls framing each side of my face. When completed, I was very pleased with the results. *** "Oh doesn't he look lovely," laughed Sara. "My, my, most women would die to have hair like that." Added Jan. "Nice taste in clothes too! I wonder how he learned to dress so nicely." "No telling how long he's been dressing up. I'd sure like to hear all about it!" remarked Sara. "So would I!" proclaimed Jan. "Hey! I see the wheels turning in your head Sara. That means trouble! What are you thinking of doing?" she asked. *** All that was left, I thought, was a few accessories. Rummaging through my jewelry box, I selected a pair of large hoop earrings. Sitting in front of the vanity, I then daintily leaned my head from one side to another, carefully inserting the earrings. I stood up and began posing in front of the mirror, happy with my look. I stood there, in absolute heaven, doing pirouettes in front of the mirror. Noticing the time, and that I was taking a bit too long getting ready, I quickly grabbed my frilly lace apron and tied it around my waist to begin my housework. I was just about to turn on the vacuum when the phone rang. *** "What are you doing? demanded Jan. "I'm calling him, or her, or whatever, " answered Sara. "Its time we used this to our advantage." "How do you mean?" asked Jan. "Well I don't know about you but I'd rather not be doing housework this weekend." answered Sara with a sheepish grin. "Cool! You mean like making him be our maid?" she asked. "Hey, why not?" Sara said, answering in a devilish tone. "I mean, like he could say no?" With a big grin, Jan added, "Yeah, I see where you are going with this. We're in on his little secret now! He better agree to do what we say or?" "Or pay one hell of a price," interrupted Sara. Both of the girls broke out in a wild laughter. *** The phone ringing startled me. I settled myself, regained my composure and picked up the phone. In an attempted calm and soft voice, I said, "Hello?" After a pause, Sara spoke. "Hello there pretty boy!" she said. "Excuse me?" I answered in shock. "I said, hello, there PRETTY BOY," was her emphasized response. "How else would I address such a little sissy? You look so lovely today," she added. "I'm sorry," I responded still somewhat in shock, "You must have the wrong number." "Oh, don't hang up Marc! I definitely have the right number. And I just adore your outfit. That dress is so you," she says laughing. "You know Marc, you really should be more careful about leaving your drapes open," she added very sarcastically. "Who is this?" I asked in horror. "Why don't you look out your window across the courtyard and find out?" instructed Sara. Looking out the window I saw my neighbors, Jan and Sara waving at me. My heart immediately sank and I became flustered. "What's the matter Marc? Speechless?" asked Sara. "Well, I must say you put on a lovely show for us Marc. I wouldn't have called you this soon except we ran out of film," she adds in a teasing tone. "Film?" I shouted. "You took pictures?" "Oh you bet. Lots of them." Sara responded laughing. "What do you intend to do with them?" I asked. "Well, if you're over here in 5 minutes then we can discuss it. If you're not, then I guess I'll do whatever I want with them. For instance, they'd look mighty lovely on the bulletin board in the main laundry room," she stated in a firm tone of voice. "Alright," I began to answer passively. "Oh Marc," Sara says interrupting me, "Do not change. Is that clear?" she asks demandingly. "Yes." I responded. "Marc, now hurry, don't be late!" Sara ordered, laughing, before hanging up the phone. I put the phone down and stood for a second in absolute shock. I had no option but to go. God! How could this have happened? How could I have been so careless? Things were going to be a lot different now, I concluded. I then took a deep breath, opened my front door, and looked both ways to see if the coast was clear. Seeing a clear hallway, I made a dash to the stairs at the end of the hallway and quickly ran to the bottom. Opening the door, I again looked to see if the coast was clear. Again, with no one in sight, I scurried across the courtyard to the other stairs, finding it difficult to navigate quickly in the high heels. **** "Look there he goes." Jan cried out. "He runs just like a girl." She adds. "Well what do you expect with that tight dress and high heels?" laughed Sara. "God, what if Bill sees him?" laughed Jan. "Oh that would be great but unfortunately he is out of town!" Sara responded. "He is such a jerk. Always trying to block my way in the hallway and sneak a kiss or a cop a feel! Being tricked by a sissy tv would be the ultimate payback for him. Imagine him cornering poor Marc and kissing him. What a hoot! Something to think about for the future," she added grinning. *** After entering the stairs, I then ran up to the second floor, opened the door slowly, and peered out into the hallway. Taking another deep breath, I then walked slowly with my head down to apartment 238, praying that no one would see me. I rang the doorbell. "Come in." commanded a voice from within the apartment. I opened the door and stepped in. "My, my, if it isn't our sissy neighbor, Marc," said Sara. "I think you have a lot of explaining to do. Why don't you come in and have a seat, she ordered. I began walking toward the living room, the girls giggled as they heard my high heels clicking on the tile entryway. "Wait!" commanded Sara. "First, let's have a look at you. Turn around slowly." she ordered. I began turning slowly until I was again facing her. "My, my," she said sarcastically. "You are something with that long curly hair. And just look at those long eyelashes, pouty lips and petite face. You really have a pretty nice shape to that slender body, with those long legs and cute butt," she said emphasizing each description of my body. "You look quite the young lady!" she added giggling. She then pointed to a chair and I sat down. "Now, lets hear all about your little secret life! Even though I think I can guess how this all started. I bet it was your old girlfriend Julie wasn't it? Or were you a sissy even before her?" Sara asked. "A little of both I guess," I responded meekly while wincing at hearing myself being called a sissy. "Oh really, well we're dying to hear all about it," added Jan. "Lets make some tea and we can have a nice "girl chat" about all of the hair and makeup tricks you've learned." Jan said laughing. She then walked over to the kitchenette to pour the tea. She returned rather quickly with three cups. The girls then settled back in their chairs. "Well, lets hear your story, Marc. Or are you called something else when you're all dressed up?" Sara asked sarcastically. "Marci." I responded embarrassingly. "Marci!" shouted Sara. "How cute." "Well, MARCI, we're waiting." ordered Sara. "What about the pictures?" I asked. "What about them?" responded Sara. "We'll decide when its time to talk about them. First, we want to hear how you became such a pretty little sissy boy! So I suggest you start explaining if you know what's good for you." said Sara. "Well, in a way it did start with Julie," I began. "But, before she and I met, I had a couple of other little experiences. "I see," said Sara. "Go, on." "Well, when I first came to town to start my first year at the junior college, I took a part-time job at the Payless Drugstore over on 7th street. While I was working there, one of my co-workers, Sue used to tease me about my long curly hair and how I only wore it in a long pony tail." "Long curly hair?" asked Sara. "Is your hair naturally curly?" she asked. "Well, no. An ex-girlfriend from high school named Valerie is to thank for that." I said, as if still annoyed with her. "Gee, you have had a few experiences. That sounds like another story. Well, lets stick with your Payless co-worker for now or I'll get confused," instructed Sara. "Her teasing was all in fun," I continued, "but she would often comment that I should let her teach me a few things to help keep my hair healthy looking." "I had once mentioned to her that Valerie had given me a "home perm" and how I had sort of been struggling with learning how to take care of long permed hair. Sue thought maybe I just needed a few pointers about hair care and, since she was a licensed cosmetologist, could teach me a few things at her house. She eventually talked me into letting her take a crack at my hair. On several occasions, Sue had me over at her home and would have me sit in a chair in front of a large mirror as she showed me some ways to style my hair using a diffuser and different gels and mousses that would keep it healthy. She'd always focus on more unisex looking styles but would usually end up getting in a playful mood and would get me to agree to try out a feminine style or two to "just play around." She also gave me several styling magazines to read. Before long, my hair was very healthy and had its old sheen back." "How nice," said Jan smirking. "So where does Julie enter the picture?" asked Sara impatiently. "Well, one Saturday, while getting ready for work I decided to try styling my hair instead of just putting it in a pony tail as usual. My hair still had plenty of curl in it from the perm Valerie had given me and I decided to experiment a little. I guess I over styled my hair a bit with the mousse and everything because I ended up with these huge curls. The style came out looking way too feminine. By the time I was done it was time to leave for work. It was too late to do anything about it and I had already been warned about not being late for work anymore so I took a chance and went to work with the way it was. Sue teased me the minute I walked in the door. It just so happened that this turned out to be the same day I met Julie when she came in the store. She had come in looking for some hair color. I was helping Sue stock products on the shelf when Julie approached me from behind. I was kneeling down putting things on the shelf, my big curls draping well down the back of my long smock and Sue was nearby putting things on another shelf. I heard someone approach me from behind and call out, "Excuse me, Miss." I didn't look up as I thought the person was addressing Sue. I then heard the voice again repeat, only louder, "EXCUSE ME MISS!" This time I looked up and saw the woman was addressing me. She was a tall beautiful young woman. I remember being struck by her beauty. It seemed to captivate me. As I stood up, Sue came over. Acting confused, the woman put her hands on her hips and looked me over as if trying to decide if I was a man or a woman. My smock came to my knees, covering the shorts I was wearing, and somewhat gave the appearance of being a dress. "Don't worry, we make that mistake all the time," said Sue to the woman. "We're thinking of putting him behind the makeup counter to really confuse the customers." Sue said laughing. The woman smirked, looked at Sue and said, "Oh, you shouldn't do that. Just tell him if he's not going to wear pants to work he should shave his legs. A skirt and pantyhose would be more appropriate anyway." Blushing in front of both of them as they shared a laugh, I said to the woman, "I really don't think you know me well enough to be saying these mean things." "Oh, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Honey," she responded in a demeaning tone. "Lets start over shall we? Hi, my name is Julie. What is your name, sweetie?" "Marc." I answered still blushing. "Well Marc, let me just say you're rather striking with all that hair of yours. How about we get together sometime and I'll make it up to you for embarrassing you in front of your supervisor?" Julie responded. "My supervisor?" I asked. "Yes, isn't she your female supervisor?" Julie asked. "In a manner of speaking I am." Sue said winking. "I see." Julie answered nodding as if understanding the inference. "Well, here is my card. It has my number on it. Don't wait to call." She said holding out the card. I stood there looking at the card unsure what to do. "Go ahead and take it." Sue said. Unsure what to do I stood there for another second debating. I seemed to want to get to know this woman but wasn't sure why since she had just humiliated me. Before I could even think about it, Julie looked me in the eye and said, "Come Marc, neither one of us have all day." I took the card. She then immediately turned on her heels and headed for the door. After taking a few steps, she turned and over her shoulder and said sharply, "I'll expect a call promptly!" I followed her out the door with my eyes. "Oh, you're in trouble now," laughed Sue." "Wow! What happened after that?" asked Jan. "Well," I said continuing. "I called her as soon as I got off work and she asked me out for a date. The strange thing was she even told me what to wear and how to wear my hair. Over the next few months Julie and I dated until she decided we should move in together." I said pausing. "I remember when you two moved in," laughed Sara. "At first I thought it was two girls moving in, she commented. "From a distance, you looked like a girl with your size and that long hair," she added. "I know, my height and build has always been a problem I've had to deal with." I responded. "So she asked you out? How many times? Was it her idea to move in together?" asked Jan. "Yes, she pretty much was always the one initiating the dates and everything else for that matter." I answered. "So when did you start dressing up with Julie?" asked Sara impatiently. "It all started out innocently enough about a year ago." I said resuming my story. "We'd been together for several months. I still remember her words on that rainy day. They still seem to echo in my mind. "Marc, why don't you let me do something with your hair today? That perm is gone and you're hair could use a little lift. We're not going anywhere in this rain today anyway. We'll be stuck inside all day. How boring! And, remember our agreement?" Julie had said." "Doing my hair was something she "had been dying to do" since she first met me." I added. "Since we had first gotten together she had loved playing with and brushing my hair and had teasingly offered to do more "some lazy rainy day." I had jokingly agreed to comply if the opportunity ever presented itself. Now, on a day of non-stop rain, it was too late to back down. Especially since I had confessed to what Valerie and Sue had done. I was powerless to say no to Julie anyway and she knew it." "What a wimp." I heard Sara mumble. Jan cleared her throat loudly in a disapproving manner. "Go on, Marci." said Jan. "She got started by first telling me to shower while she got things ready. After showering and drying off, she startled me by coming into the bathroom and presenting me with a nightie with matching ruffled panties "to add to the proper effect," as she put it. Not taking "no" for an answer, she coaxed me into the pink nightie and panties." I added. "Pink!" Sara cried out holding her hands over her mouth to muffle her laughter. "Yes, pink." I said annoyed at her interruption. Continuing, I then related that, "Julie then escorted me over to "her" vanity where I observed a bin of curlers and a pile of bobby pins. "I'll use these," she said commenting, "Not too big, not too small, but just right for this curly hairstyle," pointing to a picture in a hairstyling magazine. As I peeked over and gasped at the picture of a woman sporting a full head of curls piled atop her head with wisp curls cascading around her neckline, Julie proceeded to comb in a "special" styling gel as she began setting my hair in the curlers. "This will add bounce in those curls," she said. She then playfully instructed me on how to properly set my long hair as she wound each section of hair up into a curler, pinned it in place, reminding me several times to pay close attention. I sat quietly trying to be attentive but was full of nervous energy, as deep down I sensed our relationship was heading down a new path. Before long, my entire head was full of rows upon rows of curlers. Upon seeing myself, I immediately had flashbacks of all the times I had walked past a beauty salon and peered inside; curious at how it might feel to be one of the customers. These thoughts were compounded whenever Julie was present. When we first starting dating, she liked strolling the downtown area together as it was packed with hair salons and all sorts of dress shops and other boutiques. She never missed an opportunity to steer me toward a shop and point out something eye catching like a cute dress or picture of a cute hairstyle. She studied my reaction whenever saying things like "Gee, that model has about the same hair length as you," when pointing out a picture in a hair salon window or "Now, that color would look good on you," when pointing out a pretty dress in a boutique window. Many times saying these things in front of others causing me to blush. She always seemed to be toying with me with hints and inferences but stopping short of any plain talk of any specific ideas she might have in mind." I said pausing. "Oh you poor baby! Being TOYED with like that!" Sara said in a humiliating tone. "Oh Sara stop!" Jan said briskly. "Don't be so mean. Marci has feelings too." She added. "Go, on Marci," she commanded. Not sure if she was being kind to me or just added a more subtle form of humiliation, I nonetheless continued with my story, "As I sat there with my hair all up in curlers, studying my reflection in the vanity mirror, Julie stepped back and admired her handy work. Pleased with her results and not wanting to stop for the time it would take for my hair to dry, she began to coax me into agreeing to a "little make-up lesson" using her teasing yet forceful charm. Before I could even think to offer any resistance, she told me to sit still and skillfully began doing my eyes with eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow, again explaining each step as if I was a young female student. She then added some red lipstick and lip liner and set about artfully giving me full red lips. She then announced completion. When she stepped aside and we both looked at my reflection, neither one of us could believe the results. I looked every inch a "pretty female." I said, while noticing an increasing grin on Sara's face. Undaunted by Sara, I continued, "Still with plenty of time before my hair dried and getting totally caught up in the "experiment", Julie announced she was also going to do my nails. I was now even more helpless to mutter even the slightest protest. Soon, my fingernails were sporting a bright red nail polish, matching my lipstick. Clasping her hands over her mouth to suppress her laughter, Julie teased me about the noticeable bulge in my panties. I was rather embarrassed by it all since I couldn't hide the fact that I was getting really excited. She began to laugh out loud and announced gleefully, "I knew you'd enjoy all of this! I've been waiting for this moment!" Overwhelmed with her success, Julie then insisted on seeing me in a dress. I was now in no position to argue at all and removed the nightie as instructed. I followed her back into the bathroom where she informed me that something had to be done about my body hair. Before long, I was in and out of the bathtub with my body smooth as silk and smelling of lavender. She then began selecting lingerie for me to slip on. After slipping into a lacy black bra and matching panties, I was handed a matching garter belt and black nylons. Julie then rummaged through her wardrobe to find the "right" dress. She finally settled on a black spaghetti strap slip dress. She was disappointed, however, to discover that she had no matching high heels to offer. Grinning widely, she then looked at me and said playfully, "I guess we'll have to fix that before "next time" wouldn't you say? Let's just try these 3" open toe heels for today." I slipped them on as instructed. Now completely dressed, she checked my hair once more, she decided it was just about dry enough. To make sure, she instructed me to sit in a chair as then placed an old hair dryer bonnet on top of my head. Instantly the bonnet filled with warm air. She set a little timer and left me sitting there in wonderment as she scurried off." "You poor thing," said Jan in a mocking tone. "What on earth went through your mind?" she asked. "Well strangely enough while sitting there, I remember my thoughts drifting back to the time I had let my girlfriend Valerie experiment with my hair." I answered. "Great!" exclaimed Jan. "Let's hear all about that. It sounds good." "OK," Sara said. "Now is as good a time as any to hear about how Valerie turned you into a sissy." I then began to tell of an even earlier experience of being manipulated into having my hair set, "During my senior year in high school, I was into music and had grown my hair fairly long as part of achieving the "image" of a musician. It was well past shoulder length." "I was never good in sports or anything because of my size and had decided to try music. By my senior year, I was a fairly decent musician and had performed in severa concerts. I got so into the music scene that I became pretty cocky and self absorbed. So much so, that I also became inconsiderate to others, including my girlfriend Valerie. On one occasion, I even forgot to pick her up for the fall prom after she had spent all day getting ready. She was really pissed about it for a long time, but I thought she had gotten over it. Toward the end of the year, though, I was commenting on working on my stage "image." Valerie suggested I do something different with my hair, like a Kenny G. look. With no ideas of my own, I gave her permission to come up with something creative." "OK, get to the good part about her perming your hair and skip the boring background stuff," Sara said sarcastically. "Within days of me giving her permission," I continued, ignoring Sara, "Valerie made all of the preparations and invited me to her house. She picked a Saturday when the rest of her family would be gone for a weekend ski trip. When I arrived, she hurriedly escorted me to the guest bathroom downstairs and had me remove my clothes and take a shower to shampoo my hair. After a quick shower to shampoo my hair she gave me one of her old robes to wear and ushered me upstairs to the bathroom she shared with her sister. She had transformed it into a mini- salon. She quickly sat me in a chair. I felt a little foolish wearing the robe but she insisted," I added. "Was it pink?" asked Jan. "No. It wasn't pink. It was sort of lavender with ruffles, I think." Regretting my answer as soon as I said it as I noticed both Sara and Jan grinning again at my expense. Continuing, I said, "As she went to work on my hair, she told me that she had selected a typical rock star like style for me but that it would require both a perm and some coloring. Both would "wash out" after a "few" shampoos I was told. After hours of curling my hair up into what seemed like a million perm rods, I was left in the chair reading fashion magazines for what seemed like an eternity to "process the perm" while Valerie gabbed on the phone. I remember being scared stiff that someone would wonder in and see me. It was only after we got started, that Valerie had confessed that she wasn't sure if her older sister Rebecca had decided to go skiing or not. Her sister had the biggest mouth in town. I was horrified and I had no idea who Valerie was talking to on the phone!" "Oh this sounds like its going to get good!" Sara said rubbing her hands together. "A short time later, my fears came true as Rebecca waltzed into the bathroom and immediately burst into laughter at the sight of me with a head full of perm rods. I was so embarrassed. My embarrassment grew as Rebecca held up the magazine Valerie had been using for doing my hair and jokingly pointed out that Valerie had followed a step-by-step process from a section in a prom edition of a teenage magazine, for "long sexy prom hairstyles." "Its all I had," decried Valerie bursting into the room. "I thought you were using a rock and roll magazine," I said in horror. "I didn't have one. But, don't worry! You'll look like a show biz star!" exclaimed Valerie. '"Yeah right!" responded Rebecca. "If you want to look like a Las Vegas show girl!" she added in full laughter. "You're going to be a real pretty musician alright," Rebecca laughed emphasizing "pretty." "By the way, do you have your prom dress yet?" she added laughing, pointing to the magazine I was reading which happened to be prom fashions. Valerie then chased her out of the room. I felt humiliated and sat in utter silence as Valerie apologized and told me not to worry. I had no choice but to let her finish the perm as she promised me that it would turn out just fine." I said pausing. "And you believed her?" asked Jan in disbelief. "Well, I trusted her. After all, she was my girlfriend" I said. "Yeah, a vindictive girlfriend. Just admit it. You just liked having your hair done and didn't want to stop." Said Sara sarcastically. "Ok enough. What happened next?" asked Jan. "Well, Valerie said she still had to trim and color my hair. After a layer cut, she then added the color. A dark red auburn shade. She then dried and styled my hair and announced that she was done with my hair. She was obviously pleased with the results as she gleefully spun the chair around for me to see. I nearly went into shock when the chair stopped and I looked in the bathroom mirror. I had a very "pretty" hairstyle. There was no mistaking the feminine "look." The curls were enormous, lifting high atop my head and lying full all around my head and face and flowing past my shoulders. My bangs were neatly cut and teased falling upon my forehead in a very girlish fashion." I explained. "I then faced the prospect of having to go back downstairs, get dressed, and go home. I didn't even make it to the bottom of the stairs before running into Rebecca again. This time she was with several of Valerie's friends whom Valerie had obviously called. I was whistled at as I walked down the stairs. "I know just who your spring prom date should be!" "What does your dress look like?" "Why aren't your nails done? cried out the girls in laughter. "Oh, poor Marc," yelled out Rebecca, I'm afraid you can't leave until we see you in your prom dress." "What are you talking about?" I said. "I'm not going to any prom!" "Why sure you are," said Rebecca. "We have your dress picked out and everything." You can either cooperate or we'll tell everyone what you really did upstairs." "What do you mean? All Valerie did was style my hair," I answered. "Oh we heard you begging Valerie to make your hair pretty like a girl's. Didn't we girls?" The other girls all nodded. That's the story everyone at school will hear too. And how can you deny it with your hair looking that way? So you better think it over," said Rebecca. "Come on Marc, it would be easier to just play along. It's just a harmless payback for the way you treated Valerie. Ok?" said Valerie's friend Diane. "So that's what this is about, payback for the fall prom?" I asked pondering my situation. "And you'll agree that if I go along that this that it will be the end of this nonsense?" I asked meekly knowing I was stuck. "Why, but of course. It will be kept just amongst us girls," said Diane. "Well, alright." I said. "But then everything's even after this," I added. "You're kidding me. You let those girls con you into dressing you in a prom dress?" asked Jan. "Well, what was I to do. I knew there was no telling what Rebecca would tell everyone and our school spring prom wasn't for a month anyway so I figured they were just getting even with me, which I kind of deserved anyway," I answered. Sara rolled her eyes and while covering her mouth, again mumbled, "What a wimp." "So go on," said Jan. "The girls quickly ushered me into the guest bedroom. There, spread out on the bed was a complete set of white satin lingerie; bra, panties, garter belt, and white nylons. Positioned at the foot of the bed were a pair of white 4" high heels. The girls then closed the doors and instructed me not to take too long getting dressed. After struggling with the attire, I finally had everything on. I then slipped into the high heels and opened the bedroom door to exit. I noticed that Valerie had joined the girls. She stood with her arms crossed seeming to enjoy my ordeal. Diane stood waiting with a white low cut evening gown with billowy sleeves adorned with small satin bows. The dress also had a long skirt of layers upon layers of ruffles, and a big satin bow in the back. Rebecca stood next to her holding what appeared to be slip and an armful of petticoats. "Put these on next," she ordered. After slipping into the slip and petticoats, the girls then had me step into the gown and zipped me up. "All she needs now is makeup and accessories," commented Jamie, another of Rebecca's friends. Within short order, my nails were painted a bright red, and I was adorned with mascara, eye shadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. "She'll need pierced ears for these earrings," said Diane holding up a pair of large hoop earrings. Before I knew it, I had three pierces on each lobe. A necklace, bracelet and hoop earrings were fastened on me. Two sets of smaller earrings accented with tiny gold flowers were then added. The pace of it all was dizzying. Curiously, Diane handed me a purse just as the doorbell rang, saying, "Now for my little twist you Jerk." I was horrified as Rebecca opened the door and greeted a young man in a tux. He was a true geek with black framed glasses. She ushered him into the house and over to me and introduced us. "Terry, this is, Marci, she is the one who so graciously volunteered to fill in as your date tonight since your date canceled at the last minute. Marci, this is Terry your date for the prom at his school tonight," Rebecca said with a huge grin. "Hi, Marci, I really appreciate this. I had the tux paid for and everything and I really didn't want to miss my last opportunity for the prom. I've never been to one you know." he said awkwardly handing me a corsage, as the girls all giggled. "Marci, you're so lucky that you get to go to a prom at Terry's school since you missed the fall prom at our school," said Valerie. It was all too clear now, looking over at Valerie and Rebecca grinning. This was one heck of a payback! "You two make such a lovely couple," shouted Diane. "How about a picture?" We were both shoved together and positioned in front of the fireplace as several camera flashes blurred my eyes. Before I knew it, I was being led out the door in Terry's arm. The sound of the door closing behind me was deafening. It was almost as loud as the girl's laughter. "God what a story!" exclaimed Jan. "What a sissy!" exclaimed Sara sarcastically. "So what happened on your prom date?" asked Jan giggling. "Did you get discovered?" "For the most part, Terry was a true gentleman. He treated me like his little "Lady" opening my doors and helping me getting seated. I tried to keep the dances to a minimum and actually made it through most of the prom with a minimum number of dances, until the end. Terry then gave in to some of the other guys who had been requesting all night to dance with me. He encouraged me to slow dance not only with him but also with a few other guys. While on the dance floor, a few of his so-called friends let their hands wander a bit. Then on the last dance, I was caught off guard when his friend, Dave, held me tight and insisted on me laying my head on his shoulder. At the end of the dance, he cupped his hands around my face and kissed me. I never saw it coming!" I said. "How sweet! You're first prom kiss!" said Sara in her usual sarcastic tone. "And what did you do afterwards, Dear?" she asked. "Terry took me to a party at a friend's house. Terry seemed really proud to be with me and introduced me to everyone. He kept his arm around me or held my hand most of the night. A couple of times though I got cornered by some of those other guys at the party. They said they couldn't believe that a beautiful girl like me, with such nice DSL's, was with a geek like Terry. I had no idea what DSL stood for." I said as both Jan and Sara grinned. "One of the guys, Dave again, did end up cornering me. He snuck up from behind, when I was talking to his friends, and kissed me on the back of the neck. He then wisked me into a room and stuck my hand down his pants as he began kissing me. He was all over me and was too strong for me to break free. I couldn't believe how big his cock got. With one hand on my small shoulder, he pushed me to my knees as he unzipped his pants. He then placed his cock up to my lips and said, "Now, lets put those pretty dick sucking lips to work!" Pushing his cock inside my mouth, I wrapped my hand around it to keep it from choking me, while he continued holding me down." "What an asshole! Jan exclaimed. You weren't even his date!" Sara rolled her eyes. "It all happened so fast as he pumped my mouth and held the back of my head. He had just shot his load into my mouth when I heard a commotion outside the door. Dave quickly zipped his pants and pushed me aside. I had just gotten on my feet when Terry opened the door. Dave smiled and quickly left the room. I told Terry that Dave and I were just talking. I didn't want his feelings hurt. He seemed to believe the story. Later that evening, he drove me home, or I should say back to Valerie's house. He walked me to the door, clasped my hands tightly and pulled me to him. He then gently slipped his hand underneath my hair and onto the nape of my neck, and pulled my head forward to meet his lips. His kiss was so passionate it took my breath away. For some reason, when we kissed, I even bent my right knee and lifted my high heel up behind me." "I bet you're knees buckled. Mine always do when a man is passionate," said Jan sighing, swept up by the story. "Spend any more time on your knees at the party, Sweetie?" Sara asked crudely. "Oh for crying out loud, Sara," said Jan annoyed. "So what happened after you went inside?" Jan asked. "Well, after Terry and I said goodbye I went inside. The girls were still there and had been watching us kiss. They were all laughing and commenting about how I seemed to have enjoyed the kiss. Everyone that is, except Valerie. She apologized for the trick but told me I deserved it for standing her up on the fall prom. I didn't offer an argument; apologized to her again and told her I had learned my lesson and wouldn't screw up the spring prom. She told me there would be no spring prom for us since she wouldn't be going with a gay sissy and stormed upstairs mad. The other girls quietly suggested it would be better if I just got my clothes on, went home, and left her alone. On Monday, when we went back to school I was paranoid that Valerie was going to tell everyone. I was laughed at for my hairstyle since it still looked "girlish." Valerie didn't tell anyone about the prom date but Rebecca did tell everyone that I had selected the hairstyle and also asked Valerie to dress me up like a girl. Valerie "confirmed" her story, as did the other girls. I spent the rest of the school year in humiliation. I was the laughing stock of the graduating class and was voted "most likely to become a Las Vegas show girl." That's why I decided to move here to go to junior college." I added. "What a sad ending," said Jan. "Did you dress up after that or not until you met up with Julie?" she asked. "Uh, no not really." I said. "What does not really mean?" asked Sara in a demanding tone. Well, Sue did have me try on a few dresses so that she could hem them." I answered as Sara rolled her eyes obviously believing there was more to the story. "So she could hem them?" she asked sarcastically. And I suppose you wore the usual undies along with the dress?" she asked. "Well, yes. Sue said everything had to be proportionate." I answered embarrassingly. "Proportionate? What does that mean? Did she have you wear a bra or something?" she asked grinning. "Yes, I answered, I wore panties, bra, lingerie, hose and heels with the dress. You know. A complete outfit, ok?" I answered. "You are so pathetic!" exclaimed Sara in disgust. "And what did you do all dressed up?" she continued quizingly. "Well, if my hair was up in rollers, I usually helped with her housework while my hair dryed. After my hair was styled we'd usually go sit in her backyard and chat and a couple of times we went to the mall." I answered as Sara rolled her eyes again. "So, speaking of Julie, I believe you left off at the part of the story when you were sitting in curlers under the dryer," said Jan, anxious to resume the story. "Right, so there you were again all dressed up and in curlers again, wondering what Julie had in store for you?" Sara added sarcastically. "Right," I answered trying to ignore Sara's constant sarcasm. Continuing, I added, "As I sat there remembering all this, the memory had rushed in a new set of fears. Here I sat again, in rollers and completely outfitted like a girl. After a short while, Julie returned and decided my hair was finally dry. She then went to work carefully unrolling the curlers. As each strand of hair was unwound it seemed to bounce. I soon had curls cascading over my entire head and down below my shoulders. Julie went to work massing all of the curls atop my head for a "sophisticated" look as she called it. Pinning my hair up with hair ornaments, she left soft wisp curls dangle along my face and neckline. When finished and without warning, she pulled out a camera and began taking photos of me as if she were a fashion photographer, asking me to "pose" for her. I reluctantly complied and was completely in shock when I saw the photos later. We repeated this throughout the day experimenting with other hairstyles and outfits and more photos. In the evening, she continued the role playing by demanding to "switch roles." I prepared dinner and throughout the meal and rest of the evening, I played the role of a "wife." After dinner, on the sofa, I was "seduced" and whisked off to the bedroom. There the role reversal continued as Julie asked me to slip into something sexy and handed by a lacy "baby doll nightie." She maintained complete control over me throughout the night being the aggressive one in bed and insisting that I remain completely passive. Our lovemaking even included her "surprising" me with a strap on dildo and forcing me to lubricate it with my mouth. To my surprise in the morning, she told me she didn't want to stop and insisted on me playing the "female role" for the rest of the weekend. Feeling rather caught up in all of the new sensations I agreed to continue our "game" for the entire weekend. Afterwards, she admitted just how much fun it had all been and how she had wanted to do it for so long." "Several weeks went by after that day before any similar activity surfaced." I continued. "Life was pretty normal as normal can be with Julie until she announced one evening that she had seen the cutest dress in a store and had immediately thought of me in it. With her persistent cooing and playful teasing she eventually had me agreeing to stay home from work and do another dress up day that next Friday. On the Friday, we got up very early and quickly repeated the process of my complete transformation with Julie doing my hair and makeup but all the while again curiously explaining how to do each step. Amazingly, the entire transformation had only taken two hours this time. It was barely 8:00 am. when I was fully dressed. This day, however, found me also donning a frilly apron after slipping into a dress, described by Julie as the perfect dress for a sweet demure housewife. Julie had also thought to purchase matching 3" high heels this time. She stood before me inspecting her handy work with a big grin. Glancing in the mirror, I had to admit I did look like a modern version of one of those old television show housewives. Much to my surprise, Julie then announced she had been forced to change her plans and had to go into work after all. She added that she had decided that there was no reason I should change my plans and, with a devilish grin, handed me a list of housework chores to do while she was at work. I stood in shock as she gathered up her work stuff and headed for the door." I said pausing. "I spent that day and the whole weekend being "trained" as Julie's pretty housewife." She eventually confessed to concocting the whole scheme and explained that she merely wanted to try some more role reversal play. "A sweet demure housewife? My God!" cried out Sara hysterically. "All this time we thought you were just this little quiet effeminate guy living across the courtyard and in reality you're this sweet demure housewife wannabe!" exclaimed Sara waving her arms in utter disbelief. "Boy, Marci. You are something!" Jan said shaking her head in agreement with Sara. "Yeah, an absolute Grade A sissy who should be wearing dresses," added Sara. "So, when did Julie start having you stay dressed up in dresses all the time Sweetie?" asked Sara. Continuing, I said, "Within the next month, she had her own hair cut short and announced her "liberation" by telling me I now owned all of her curlers, curling irons, etc. She also announced with a smile that, "one person in the household will be wearing the pants and the other the skirts. Guess which you'll be wearing, Dear? And, I'm considering a trip to the beauty shop for you." I couldn't believe my ears. She began having me wear lingerie underneath my male clothes to work and required me to assume my feminine personna as soon as I arrived home. Each day I was required to don a dress, heels and apron, and fix my hair and put on makeup. She informed me that I was to practice hair and makeup on myself until I became proficient enough to serve as her personal maid. Eventually, on weekends, she had me don a French maid outfit and role-play as her Lady's Maid. "Oooh, how interesting," said Sara getting interested again. "Do you still have this outfit?" she asked. "Yes." I answered blushing. "And what does this outfit consist of?" Sara asked inquisitively. "It's a short plain black dress with a billowy skirt, a full length white lacy apron, cap, and choker." I answered. "And what else? Describe your shoes, nylons, everything." demanded Sara. "I also wore black seemed stockings and 4" black high heels and petticoats." I answered looking down. "Petticoats!" cried Sara. "How adorable!" "So what happened with you and Julie?" asked Jan. "It sounds like it was a perfect arrangement for both of you." "Sadly, I answered, "within a few months of me becoming totally enamored with the role-playing and my feminine appearance, she began to grow bored with the whole scene. She started coming home later at night or spending a whole day out on the weekends doing "other things." She told me later that once I was "fully trained" she just grew tired of being with a "sissy" and didn't want to be involved in living out a role reversal anymore." "In other words, she met a real man, had an affair, and dumped you!" said Sara bluntly. "God, Sara. You can be so crude!" said Jan coldly. "How did you cope with it, Honey?" asked Jan. "I was devastated, I said, "and tried to purge myself of all the conflicting feelings that ached inside me. I debated daily about cutting my hair and joining a gym to become more masculine. I couldn't bring myself to do it, however. Instead, I decided to lead a double life. On Mondays through Thursdays, I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and was Marc, a quiet computer graphic artist. On Fridays, I became Marci, and pretended to be a demure housewife in the privacy of my apartment. I hadn't shared my secret with anyone. I had gone out on a few dates since my break up with Julie but couldn't bring myself to open up to anyone for fear of rejection. I was content for the time being of just having my private fun." "Well it's not a secret anymore," laughed Sara. "So, Marci, you mentioned that Julie was "considering a trip to a beauty shop for you. Did it ever happen?" asked Jan digging for another juicy story. "Yeah, lets hear about that," said Sara anxious to hear more. "No, actually she never did. It was more of a tease. She seemed to get greater satisfaction having me practice on myself but also saying I would be rewarded someday with a trip to the salon for a new perm and manicure. But we broke up before it happened" I answered. The two girls looked at each other and grinned. "What?" I asked, petrified at what the answer might be. "Well, we have a very close friend named Carol who is really bizarre and also happens to be an excellent stylist. She'd get a hoot out of doing your hair. I bet if we called her right now she could fit you into her schedule this afternoon," said Jan. "What? Are you serious?" I said in horror. "Yeah, you could get a perm to make your hair ultra feminine," Sara said pausing. "Like a Las Vegas Show Girl!" laughed Jan loudly. I put my hands on my face and said, "You wouldn't?" "Oh yes we would!" they both said in unison. "And of course you'd get your nails done too by Lisa!" screamed Jan hysterically. "Oh they'll be so pretty, all long and red!" added Sara, still laughing. Jan then left to call Carol. I could hear her giggling on the phone in the other room. I had a quick flashback to when Valerie was on the phone while I sat in perm rods. Moments later, Jan returned grinning widely. "It's all set for 1 o'clock this afternoon. A perm and manicure." She said smiling. "But that is only 30 minutes from now!" I said in horror. "Just enough time for you to tidy up and get there. It's a 15 minute walk from here," stated Sara sternly. "Walk?" I shouted. "Yes, Dear walk," answered Sara sharply. "And don't linger by the construction site, it's not safe for a young lady," added Sara. "Oh God, I hate those guys there. They always whistle and act so rude anytime a woman walks by," said Jan in disgust. "Let's see, by the time Carol and Lisa are done, you should probably be back from the salon by 6 o'clock so that gives you time to change into your French maid's outfit, prepare our dinner, and have it served by 8 o'clock," added Sara. "This is perfect," said Jan. "OK, Dear you better run back home, get your purse, and be off. After dinner, we'll discuss payment for the pictures," said Sara sharply as she handed me the address for the salon. I was then pushed out the door and into the hallway. I hurried back to my apartment, took off my apron, threw my wallet in my purse and made a mad dash for the stairs. Within seconds I made my way down the walkway leading out of the apartment complex without running into any neighbors. After a little while, I began to feel somewhat self confident, as I didn't seem to be drawing attention from anyone. I even drew a few smiles from some male passersby. Then suddenly, two blocks from the salon, I encountered the construction area. Unluckily, I came across it just as some of the crew was finishing their break. I quickly crossed to the other side of the street. "Hey babe," said one whistling, "I got something for you here!" he said, as the others laughed. "Yeah, sweetheart, come over here and meet some real men," another said laughing. I hurried by in my tight skirt, my heels clicking on the sidewalk. Finally, I spotted the salon. I hurriedly made my way to the entrance and checked in with the young receptionist. I then took a seat in the waiting area. While staring out into space, I could faintly hear, "Carol is ready for you now." "Excuse me, Miss," said the receptionist, this time getting my attention, "Carol is ready for you now," she repeated. Startled back to the present, I set my magazine aside, stood up, straightened my dress and followed her. Our heels clicked noticeably on the tile floor as we walked through the salon. My mind began to race. Am I out of my mind? Was I really going to go through with it? What choice did I have? If I didn't, Sara and Jan were going to blab to everyone how they had discovered what I really did on Fridays. I couldn't go through another humiliation like high school. Of all the people to catch me, I thought, and with pictures, no less. What an idiot, I thought, I hadn't even asked to see the pictures. I just blabbed my whole secret to them. "Carol will be right with you," said the receptionist pointing to an empty chair and gesturing for me to sit down. I settled in the chair, knowing my life was about to take a new direction. If I was able to come here and draw attention to myself as a woman, I thought, how would it be when I left. Even more, how would I ever be able to dress for work as a man again! My God, I thought, I really hadn't thought this through! I wouldn't be able to just pull my hair back into a pony tail and fake it anymore. My hair would be full and curly like a girl's! And my nails! They would be long and manicured like a woman's. I began to panic. What else was planned? Thinning my eyebrows? Coloring my hair? I hadn't even asked Sara or Jan. What an idiot! I was at their mercy. And, what were their plans for me after today? Suddenly a tall beautiful young woman with long blonde hair stood before me in a short skirt and high heels, with her hands on her hips. I was immediately struck by her beauty. 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Forgetful

You yawn and roll out of bed. Slowly making your way over to the mirror you look at yourself. Everything is where you left it last night. You chuckle to yourself at the thought. Slowly scratching your hip, you walk into your bathroom and turn on the water in the shower. Waiting for the water temperature to get where you like it, you stand in front of the mirror and look over your body a bit more closely. "You really are not much of a morning person are you," you say to yourself as you rub more...

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Crated

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Chocolate

Going to the Airport to catch your plane to take you to the Seminar all is on your mind is your Chocolate Lady that will meet you in the city where the Seminar is being held. For two years now you have talked to this lady and all you have seen was an old picture of her. Not knowing what to expect when and if you saw her, but hoping that she was a bathing beauty. In flight, as you were sipping on a cup of hot coffee as the plane was getting closer to your destination, all of a sudden when the...

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Small Beginnings Chapter 17

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is copyright 2016 by Ayn Ryan. Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web, provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to, subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b) the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c) proper credit is...

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The Daughters of COVID20Chapter 9 Island in the Sun

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Using A Dildo

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First time

I was 17 when I had my first experience with another man. My sister was in her sophomore year at college and I in my senior year at high school. She was going to spring break in Florida and since me and her had always had a great relationship she invited me along with her and her friends. My sister was cute, blond hair and blue eyes. Very tan and athletic. She had that all American preppy girl style. We arrived in Florida on a Wednesday morning and spent the next few nights parting and having...

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Claiming My Virgin Girlfriend

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re beginning our final approach into Mumbai’s Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. The temperature outside is 27 degrees and the weather looks to be sunny for the next few days” said the obviously British captain of my British Airways flight from London to Mumbai. On a typical flight, I’d probably be snoozing at this point. Or thinking ahead to clearing customs. Or even thinking about switching the bills in my wallet to pay for the taxi ride. This time however,...

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Practically Invisible0

“Megen!” I called. “I need you to take out the trash!” In the other room, Megen grunted and did as I said, though she barely acknowledged my presence in doing so. I sighed. Such was my relationship with my 16 year old granddaughter. She and her parents and brother were living at my house for the time being, until they could find a place of their own, and they’d been here for several months. Her father, my son, had gotten a job in my town but hadn’t been able to find a suitable apartment...

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Cock Sucking Chronicles The Begining

Hello, dear Reader. I am an addict. I'm not looking for sympathy, it really is no big deal, I have come to terms with and totally accepted it. I don't hurt anyone and, in fact, by its very nature, my addiction has brought pleasure to very many men. It's a fact that it's possible for anyone to become addicted to anything. Apart from the very obvious and easy to name addictions, like gambling, alcohol and narcotics, there are other less obvious addictions which are equally as demanding on the...

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The Theatre Part 2

After I cleaned up from the BJ, I went back into the theatre. I stood at the back and watched the movie. I was quite horny and I decided to move forward and stood behind the last row of seats. I undid my pants and stroked my dick. I was there what seemed like a long time, then I felt two arms around me and heard a whisper saying “you look great and you are just what I want”. With that I felt two hands reach up my t-shirt and start to pinch my nipples. He then told me to push down my...

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Sumikos Joyful Blossom

The reason why young Sumiko did not have a dedicated suitor as yet was the fact she helped her parents in their tiny fish store that specialized in gourmet delights from under the sea. It was not because she was too busy to waste time on allowing a young man to court her. It certainly was not because she lacked longing for the touch of a male hand on her feverish young girlish flesh. Quite simply, it was because she carried with her the odor of fish no matter how hard she tried to wash the...

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My Everett Mountain RetreatChapter 10

Ian's comments gave my mind more fodder. Perhaps some quiet time on Everett Mountain with my bunnies is in order. The slow climb up the incline to the cabin in the Suburban always brings a good feeling. There have been some rocky times on the mountain but the good times and feelings far outweigh the bad. Now in the cabin, with a fresh coffee in hand, my mind goes through the events of the last week. The good news is Ryley is safe! That successful mission was the pinnacle of our success. A...

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High School Truths

Kaylyn Sullivan is "the girl" that every high school girl wants to be. She's "hot" as the guys call it, a natural blonde with big breasts, 34Ds to be exact, and a large ass. Her curves definitely drew attention, boys stared as she walked, girls mumbled it wasn't real. On top of that, she had the ultimate status position, Head Cheerleader. She also kept in shape by being in her 4th year of varsity soccer, where she was a Captain, but her running around always drew a crowd that girls high school...

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CAROL NO INHIBITIONS PART TWO

CAROL NO INHIBITIONS PART TWOShe sure likes to show - she does, bunch of lights went off when she started, she sure looks good standing in front of that glass door - don't wait for a invitation to go up and play with her, I got some food being brought up, the other guy you are with, hes not into it - he likes to suck cuck - can you call him - I have a two way with me - have him come up, what do I owe you, come on in, I will get it - see you have a party going - my wife loves strangers to play...

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After the Party

  The party continued late into the night, but by 2 the following morning, all had left except for Jane’s friend, Scott. Scott decided to stay and help clean up from the party, even though we continually told him that we had no problem doing it ourselves and that he should head home. Since his wife and kids were away for a few days, he hoped we would let him stay over rather than go home to an empty house. We finally agreed and let him stay to help clean up. I really wasn’t thrilled with the...

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Naked Lunch

Dani felt anxious as she pulled up to the hotel. This would be her sixth time pulling this little stunt, but even then it always made her anxious before the excitement set in. She stepped out of the car and took the ticket from the confused valet. Danielle probably seemed a contradiction to him–hot blonde driving the cobalt blue Mustang convertible yet wearing sweat pants, a sweatshirt, and flip-flops on this warm summer day. Her lips curled in a playful smile as she headed into the...

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Rose petal pink

Rose petal pink. Soft as a flower. Lips moist, inviting. A taste, briefly parting… Rose petal pink. Soft as a flower. Breast warm, bosom lush. Nipples stiffen with a touch. Breath whorls out, A brand new sigh… Rose petal pink. Soft as a flower. Inside thighs, A private treasure. Spread to the world, Flush with lust. Moist, a quiver. A pleasure given… Rose petal pink. Soft as…

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Tweetie Pie Panties

Annie confessed to me about the first time she had enjoyed her best friend Katie’s borrowed panties.She was having a sleepover at Katie’s house. Katie had been out shopping with her mum, and was excited to show off her new buys to her best friend. The girls had fun trying on all the revealing spring clothes. Now she was 16, her mother had allowed Katie to choose her own panties. With boys in mind, she had chosen a 3 pack of Tanga style with 'Tweetie Pie' embroidered on them. Katie was wearing...

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The Lady in Blue Ch 13

Chapter Thirteen: Soaring free. Note: Takes place at the same time as chapter eleven. Hawk’s point of view I slipped my cell into my jacket and revved my hog. With a roar, I shot out of my garage and onto the street in front of my house. Ted and Lisa could find their own way out of the neighborhood, I decided, and I took to the street fast. There was no sign of anyone following me, so I traveled the main streets into downtown. Police headquarters was busy, as usual. That might actually...

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Mutual pantyhose wanking more adventures

The next week Ray and I met in the car park at the country park. Ray came and got in my car while we waited for Dave and Mandy. As we waited we undid each other's trousers and stroked each other's nylon covered cock. There were no other cars around so we guessed that the country park was probably pretty empty and Ray dared me to walk down to the woods and to the clearing wearing just my pantyhose. I thought for a minute and said I would if he would. We undressed in my car and stuffed our...

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A Graduation Present Ch 02

Note: Thanks so much for all the support and feedback I have gotten with this story! Again, thanks to my wonderful editor, Amela, that puts up with my misuse of commas and fast-finger typos. The 3rd part to this story will be posted shortly so keep an eye out! I love hearing from my readers so feel free to comment or email! The characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. Enjoy, xo — KO * After the graduation of the senior class, the rest of the students finished out the...

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Tim The Teenage MCPart 2 The Group

I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise to find the Group fighting off another voice after all the attention Central State had received about the deaths and the cover up. But I hadn't expected it and quite frankly I was annoyed by the fact I had to drive around the campus the long way just to stay out of the way. By the time I reached my apartment, I realized there was more than just a single voice involved in the attack. In fact, as I studied the scene from the roof of the apartment...

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Sex Club

"He's not the kind of man to kid around," Shari said. "Based on what I've read in the papers." She glanced down uncertainly at the slip in her hand. "But the fellow back at the gas station confirmed it was back here." "Yes, but on which road exactly?" Baxter said. "There are plenty of roads here; the area was once heavily logged, you can still see the hundred-year-old stumps. We could have taken a wrong turn almost right at the highway. No way of knowing without GPS...

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Spontaneous Surprise

I had been texting with a beautiful lady throughout the day that I had met online several days prior and we were hitting it off quite well! It was a long day at the office. I typically don’t get off until 8 but this night was an exception as I did not get out until almost 9 with an hour drive home ahead of me. I had been texting with a beautiful lady throughout the day that I had met online several days prior and we were hitting it off quite well. We were discussing my difficult schedule...

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Kiski Mummy Kiske Saath 8211 Part I

This is not an incest story but it is a 100%true story except for the erotism I’ve added. Hi mera naam rani mishra hai meri haal hi mein shadi hui hai ye baat meri shadi se pehle ki hai hum tab bangalore mein rehte the mere ghar mein hum 5 log the mai badi behen chota bhai babloo,aur mere mummy papa mere papa ka trivandram transfer ho gaya tha lekin humari padhai ke karan keval papa hi trivandram gaye meri didi raat ko Call center mein kaam karti thi is karan se akele room leke rehene lagi ab...

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First Threesome With Colleague8217s Wife 8211 Part 1

This is Rajesh again friends and thanks for reading my earlier stories and appreciating my erotica. I am 45 years old and working for a software firm in Bangalore. Girls and ladies can feel free to contact me at As this is too long let me come to the story right away. During the office hours, while I was relieving myself, I saw Raman, one of my colleague come and stand next to my urinal to pee. He wished me and I, in turn, said ‘Hi’. As my wife was in the US for work and my female friends were...

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Secret room

Ann Pham-Monet was a beautiful Eurasian girl with just the right proportions of Asian and European ancestry to produce the classic beauty of love poets. Married in Asia to an American gentleman 35 years her senior at age 16, she had come with him to Washington State where she had divorced him when she was 20. Now, at age 28, she had been married to Bill Martin – age 21 – for the past 2 years. Ann was highly sexed. Bill Martin had a lot in common with her first husband, Claud Monet....

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ExploitedCollegeGirls Roxy 18 Years Old

Five foot two, eyes of blue… Ok she doesn’t have blue eyes but today’s exploit Roxy is five foot two and just like the saying, or the beautiful small turquoise box from Tiffany’s, “Good things CUM in small boxes.” I believe there’s also a donut shop in the North West called Voodoo Donuts and they have a great saying. “Good things CUM in pink boxes.” Get it? Donuts are good and they come in a box that’s pink. Ok. Ok. Ok. Listen you non-perverts. You see, to girls cocks are good, and they cum in...

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Forbidden Desires Part 8

Ted Merriam had arrived at Miss Hashitani’s house about a half-hour after Susan Ramsey’s arrival, and had entered through the open door the girl had left unlocked. Rather than reveal himself right away, he had decided to watch the proceedings for awhile without being seen. He had quietly observed Miss Hashitani’s patient instruction of Susan in the art of cocksucking, and seen the young girl suck young David Drake to a powerful, spurting climax in her mouth. He had to admit, Kimiko was...

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A Cute College Girl8217s Sexcapades 8211 Pt 2 Losing Virginity

Hi readers, this is the second part of my story. If you haven’t read the previous part, please find it above. I felt his wet lips on my neck. He was not just kissing me, he was sucking, licking and biting me. I could feel his saliva trickling down my shirt. From my neck to my cheeks, he was licking and sucking me everywhere while his hands were pushing me towards him, crushing my boobs against his chest. He stopped for a moment and I felt his hands on my ears removing my earrings. I giggled,...

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Self Exploration

She looked at the box. It looked back at her. What possessed her to buy it? Laughing, she opened the packaging and pulled the toy out. He would not like it, but he wasn’t here. He was on a trip up north for the company. He was always doing things for the company, and she was lonely. The thought of an affair had crossed her mind, but she was far too honorable to do that. Besides, she loved him with all her heart. Well, she loved the old him. The one she married before this new job. With him...

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The Yes Man part 1

Well here we go, perhaps I need to change my outlook on life, perhaps I should explain, I had just read the Yes Man by Danny Wallace, and it made me think did I said Yes very often, the answer of course was No. I did not want to fly all over the world, but I wondered if I should say yes more often? Perhaps I should introduce myself, my name is Fred and I am a thirty something, married to Bev and working in Personnel, sorry Human Resources, forgot change of name since I started work. I...

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Thunderstruck Pt 02

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Beth Takes Charge

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Chloe

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The Sauna by Kevlar

Sharon was tired after a long week of working n wanted a chance to relax. She had heard of a new spa that had just opened n told herself she had earned a chance to be primed n pampered. She walked in the front door n told the secretary that she wanted a massage. She was told to go into the dressing room n take off all of her clothes n was given a towel. She was then guided down to the sauna room where she was told to wait for her masseuse. Sharon laid down on the bench on her stomach n used the...

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New years eve

Waking up on the 31st December, it was going to be the first new years that I was going to spend with a girl at home without any parents. Jessica woke up soon after me and a little after 9 we got dress for the first time in two days. We then made our way to the shops where we bought snacks, meat for the braai, 2 bottles of brandy and 2 bottles of sours and 3 bags of ice. We then headed back home and prepared everything for the day as our friends would be arriving at about 1pm.After sorting...

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Italian Night School

Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Miss Shoreham, just five of us remained. We were all in our early twenties, Mike, Jim, Julia, Sharon and me, Angie. Our teacher was a stunningly pretty Italian lady, a couple of years older than us and married to an English guy. The five of us enjoyed the course and going to the pub afterwards but we were not very good at doing the homework she set us or reviewing what we’d learnt. Carlotta always taught sitting on...

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The next day with daddycasual encounter

The morning after my fantastic night with daddy I wake up with his naked bear body spooned against mine. His big strong arm tightly wrapped around me, his hairy daddy beer belly pressed up against my smooth back and his hard 7in morning wood forced up against my booty. The liquor still in my system adding to my already horny morning self. I roll over turned towards him and begin softly and slowly stroking his cock. With my head rested of his arm I kiss him. Hes fast asleep, I keept kissing him...

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Dost Ki Chachi Ki Gand Mari 8211 Part 1

To indian sex  stories dosto mera naam hai akash.Mai pune me rehta hu meri age 21 hai. Patla hu dikhne me thikthak hu.Mai mba ki padhai kar raha hu.To ab baat karte hai is kahani ki heroine ki jiska naam hai neha. Neha ki age hai 36 saal. Uske do bache hai ek 17 saal ka ladka aur ek 13 saal ki beti.Neha aunty dikhne me kayamat thi.Mai to jabse dekha unke pyaar me pad gaya. Unke ka figure tha 34-32-36. Dikhne me vo bilkul apsara thi Mai apne dost ke yaha har 2-3 din me jata tha. Vahi se unse...

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Part 1 Friends And Wife

She lay there in her warm and soft bed, covered with her favorite satin linens, unable to stop her mind from racing. The thoughts were of the earlier hours of the evening while having dinner with her family and some close friends... The house was lit up with the warm glow and scent of many large candles situated quite precisely around the house. Ensuring every corner of the large home was scented of pinewood and rain, with the perfect amount of candlelight to set a mood almost that could be...

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The Hill

“Mmmm, Jack, I’ve missed you,” Jill whispered in his ear as she held him tightly while he showered her with kisses. “Do you think anyone followed you here?” She gave a quick look behind him for any sets of eyes that may have been lurking behind the edge of the trees on the hilltop. Her nipples tingled as she felt his lips travel from her ear down her neck and rest upon her clavicle, pulling the sleeve of her dress from her shoulder.Jack lifted his lips away from Jill’s skin and yanked her dress...

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Chronos ChroniclesChapter 8

The two hours fly by fast. I am the first up the ladder and out into the open. It feels so good to breathe fresh air, and feel the wind on my face. I had not realized how much I missed it, living from one artificial world to another. And lucky me, I am getting my first sunset of the Sun in a 100 years. It is beautiful. I want to bask in the splendid sight forever. Gwen wants to take me over to meet some of the other women. Saber and Melville want to head off to look for the hidden entrance...

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A Story Of How My Modelling Girlfriend Made Me A Cuck Part 8211 1

Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, her name is Jia and she is only 20 years old, she is a B grade model, she weights about 57 kgs and her height is 5.7 feet. She has a really sexy body with the measurements of 38 26 34. We are a pretty open couple, we flirt with others even in front of each other, I always implore her to wear revealing clothes such as a backless dress that reveals everything right up to the edge of her ass or mini skirts that give glimpses of her panties. The attention she...

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A Change of Mind

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Another Strip for a friends Mum

Well as I told you about how I stripped for my friends Mum at her 50th birthday party and how another friend asked me if I would do it for his mum’s birthday, well it was nearly a year later and he asked me would I do a strip O’ gram for his Mum and her friends on her 50th birthday! They were having a Ladies night out for her birthday and he wanted me to strip for her, he was going to be there to video it and see what his mum would do. She was a very prim and proper Lady that would not watch...

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