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River Sissy (Part I)
By: Susan Flurette
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My name is Cameron, and I am a sissy.
My inability to earn a marketable college degree in the five years I attended
the local university, along with the fact that I had no real-world job skills
were the factors which directly led to my current circumstances. You see I
have always been interested in subjects such as art, writing, and music, and
always excelled in those classes at school. Topics like business, math, and
science, however, leave me with a dizzy head. My uncle, being the only father
figure in my life, would often tell my mother that I needed more experience
in 'manly' pastimes like sports, and mudball fights. My mother on the other
hand, being a feminist, felt perfectly comfortable allowing me to choose my
own way. Therefore, when I left college with a Bachelor's degree in Fine Arts
and a Special Certificate in Creative Writing, she was satisfied.
Unfortunately, there are few jobs available in the fine arts field in a river
town like Cincinnati, especially to someone with nothing more than a
four-year degree. I spent the next five years writing small freelance pieces
for magazines and working as an office temp for a local agency. I loved
writing but also liked temping, because the surroundings were always changing
and I was able to work with mostly professional people, especially women. I
enjoyed working with women because I had so much more in common with them,
and men could be so crude. Throughout most of my life, the majority of my
friends have been women. As a child I was often teased and called a sissy due
to my small size and the fact that I liked to associate with girls. My mother
had no problem with this, due to her feelings regarding men.
It was while working as a temp that I first met my wife, Alison. She was an
Executive at one of the downtown Advertising firms. She was a very tough boss
who had no problem mixing it up with her male counterparts. I was immediately
attracted to her, although she was the one who pursued me. I was not used to
this, being the kind of guy to which most women would prefer to tell their
secrets rather than share a bed. The first time we made love, I was extremely
nervous, especially when it came time for me to take off my clothes. I have a
rather small penis (about four inches) and testicles to match, and even for
my thin, 5' 8" frame they look small. Alison however, didn't seem to care,
even when I was unable to bring her to a climax, and just had me finish her
orally. She raved at my oral skills and said it would become part of out
permanent routine.
As beautiful as she was, I also had trouble getting erections from time to
time, and she had to get me off with her hand, often choosing to use her
lotion. I loved this feeling, having spent most of my sexually active years
before her masturbating as my main sexual outlet, and often using lotion as a
stimulant.
We fell into this pattern until she asked me to marry her. I was elated,
never having dreamed I would marry such a beautiful and successful woman. We
had a small wedding and I was so happy to see that my wife and mother got
along so well. (They planned the entire wedding.)
About one year after we married, the temp agency went out of business and I
was stuck looking for a job. After two unsuccessful months, Alison began to
realize that my lack of motivation was a problem and told me I would not be
allowed to sit around all day watching television while she worked. She
started circling jobs in the paper every Sunday and had me call to set up
interviews throughout the week. After another month, she circled an ad for a
job-training center, telling me I was never going to find work in the 'fine
arts' business.
I showed up at the school on Monday morning, only to find that the only
classes, which had not been filled, were Masonry and River Marine Science. I
knew lifting rocks all day was definitely not for me, so I signed up for the
River Marine Science classes just to tell Alison I had done something. It
wasn't until the following morning, that I found out that working on river
barges was a very tough job, and still worse, it required you be away from
home for a month at a time.
I went home that night expecting Alison to tell me to quit, but she said
quitting would be worse, and that if after a month on the job I didn't like
it I could resign. So when I graduated, (barely) the next month, I was
automatically placed with a Barge company out of Cincinnati.
The night before I was set to leave for a month, I begged Alison to let me
quit, but she refused, saying it would be good for me. She held my hand and
told me not to worry, that she would be there when I returned. I told her I
was afraid and cried some more. She soothed me, told me to go to sleep, and
she would pack my things for the trip.
The next day, she drove me down to the barge docks, kissed me goodbye, and
watched me walk up the ramp to my new temporary home. I felt like a child on
his first day of school.
The towboat was not nearly as bad as I had thought. It was clean, and
comfortable although very small for the five men who would be living on it
for the next month. The Captain's name was Jake. He also happened to be the
owner of the Company but still liked to get out on the river, especially when
evaluating new employees. His cabin must have been nice because it took up
one side of the tow while the other side contained two rooms and one bathroom
for the four other crewmembers. I was roomed with Marcus, a big black guy,
while the other room housed Buddy and Adam.
As I met the crew, I could see by their looks that they were surprised to see
a wimp like me on the barge. I tried to act macho, but it soon became
apparent that they would be taking up the slack for me, and that did not make
them happy. All but Jake were uneducated, and had been working on the river
for years. All of them were at least 6' 3" tall and looked strong.
My troubles started the first day, when as I opened my suitcase, I found
sitting on top of my clothes a dainty little pair of my wife's pink panties
with a note that read: "To Remember Me By"
Because I was not expecting this, I did not notice that Marcus was watching
me as I picked it up and looked at it, but immediately put it under some
other clothes when I realized he was staring my way. I had no way of knowing
if he actually saw the panties, but wasn't too concerned To make matters
worse, she had also perfumed the panties and the feminine scent had planted
itself on my own underwear. At least none of those guys would be able to
smell that.
That night we all sat down to dinner before going underway, and got to know
each other. The other men were all experienced in river life and kidded me
about being a virgin. Marcus was particularly hard on me, telling me I looked
awful small and letting me know I would not be putting off any of my duties
on him. Everyone took showers at night because it would be an early morning,
and being all guys, no one was shy about walking to and from the bathroom
naked. I on the other hand, waited until they had finished, because of my
size, so I could have privacy. I wore a towel to the bathroom, and when I got
in shut the door. As I opened my bag of personal items, I was in shock as I
noticed that my wife had packed her bag by mistake. Her soap, razor, feminine
shampoo, and shower gel were all in plain view. This was not good, and I
wondered what I should do. I knew we would get a day's leave Pittsburgh in
three days, and could buy some men's toiletries then, but was stuck until
that time. My options were to use my wife's products or nothing at all. I
decided to go without. It would only be a few days.
I slept well that night, and in the morning was awakened by Marcus who told
me to get up. He said I needed to get dressed and get on deck right away.
Jake gave us our orders for the morning after we ate, and I was paired with
Marcus. He rode me the whole time because I wasn't strong enough to do half
of the tasks assigned, and made no secret of it to Jake. Marcus started
calling me a wimp, and the other guys just laughed. Jake had me make lunch
that day saying we all had to take turns. They all said it was the first
thing I had done right, and for once I felt happy with my work.
That night, as I took a shower I realized that I absolutely needed some soap
and shampoo, as well as deodorant. I hesitantly used my wife's Finesse
shampoo and Dove soap, shaved with her pink 'lady something' and put on her
deodorant. Just then Marcus walked in on me. As he looked at me, tiny wet and
naked, using my wife's shower gel, he laughed. I saw him look down at my
little penis and chuckle. He said, "You been shorted, bitch."
I knew what he meant as I saw the huge bulge in his briefs. I had never seen
a penis fill up underwear like that. He pushed me out of the way to get to
the toilet. Even though I was standing behind him, I could see his manhood
hanging down several inches, and the stream sounded like a waterfall as it
hit the bowl.
The following day, Jake called me into his office. He told me the others had
been complaining because I wasn't doing my share of the work. I told him I
was trying hard, but I was having a hard time with such heavy work. He asked
me why I took the classes, and I told him my wife made me. He laughed at that
and proceeded to ask me about my wife. We talked for a half an hour and I
really came to like him. He told me he would keep me on, but that I would
have to take on some extra duties to make up for the heavy work. He said
everyone liked my cooking and the other guys were terrible at it, so I would
become the permanent cook. I would also take on the duties of cleaning the
boat, including making the beds, and keeping the bathrooms clean. He had me
start with his room. It was a very spacious cabin with two beds, and compared
to the crew's bathroom, his was huge. It even had a tub.
For the next few days we fell into a routine. I would get up early, cook
breakfast, and then clean. The guys would do the heavy work until I cooked
lunch. In the afternoon I would help on the barges when I could and then cook
supper. At night, I would clean the bathroom after they had finished. This
gave me a chance to shower in privacy.
One night, as I was getting ready to sleep, Marcus went to the bathroom and
came back nude. He asked me what I did with the extra towels. As we talked, I
couldn't help looking at his penis. It looked like a snake hanging down
between his legs, and for a moment I forgot what we were talking about. He
noticed and laughed, asking me if I was a fag, or just jealous.
The next morning Jake told me there was a problem. He asked me to get my
things and see him in his cabin. I did as I was told. He said that Marcus was
complaining that he didn't want to sleep with a 'sissy faggot.' He asked me
about the night before. I told him it was just a joke on Marcus' part. Jake
wasn't laughing, and said Marcus also told him about the ladies toiletries
and pink panties. I tried to deny it but only stuttered. Jake took my
suitcase from me and opened it. Out fell the ladies items. Then he saw the
panties peeking out of the shoe in which I had stuffed them. I told him it
was my wife's. He said he was having a hard time believing me and told me to
put them on. I couldn't believe what was happening. I wanted to tell him no
but I was afraid. I pleaded with him but he grabbed my wrist with his big
hand and told me to do it.
As I stepped into the panties, I could see the smirk on his face. They fit
perfectly. Size seven. How was I supposed to know I wore the same size as my
wife? He said with a laugh that it was a good thing I didn't have man sized
equipment between my legs or I would look silly. I wanted to hide but felt
powerless to move. I was also feeling the satin panties rubbing up against
me, and was becoming aroused. I always had a thing for lingerie, but never on
myself.
Jake asked me one more time if I was a fag. I told him I wasn't, but he
noticed me getting hard. He said the only way to tell was to gauge my
reaction to seeing a man, and took off his pants. There in his underwear was
a huge bulge, and he asked me if I wanted to see it. I told him no, but the
combination of the satin panties, and the helplessness I felt in front of
this man got me more aroused. I had never looked at a man this way before.
But there in his cabin, standing in a pair of pink panties, smelling like a
girl, I couldn't help but want to see what was under those pants. He knew
that, and told me to pull his underwear down. I trembled as I took a step
closer and hooked my fingers under the waistband. As I pulled his pants down,
he pushed me to my knees and I came face to face with his semi-erect cock. It
was already eight inches long and so thick. He smiled as I stammered that 'I
had never done this before,' admitting to him and myself that I was about to
do as he pleased. He said "Sure, Sweetie," as his hands grabbed my head,
pushing my mouth towards his growing manhood.
I cried as I took him into my mouth, and the last remnant of my dignity was
lost. As I sucked him, I noticed his musky smell and realized I enjoyed the
feeling of this man violating my mouth. He was rough, but somehow knew how to
urge me to keep him on the edge. We stayed in that position for twenty
minutes, until he flooded my mouth with his seed, letting me drop to the
floor in exhaustion, trying to swallow. As I lay there in my panties, he went
to take a shower, and told me to stay put.
When finished, he came out naked and ordered me to dry him off. I again did
as I was told seeing his muscled strong body differently, wanting to touch it
in a way only a woman would. As he dressed he told me to unpack. I would be
staying in his room from now on. He also said it was against company policy
to have fags on the boat, but he would take care of that. We were in
Pittsburgh and he was going into town. Jake said I would be staying in the
cabin until he returned. I asked him if I could go buy the personal items I
needed, but he said no. He told me he would take care of the problem when he
returned.
I waited in Jake's room for five hours, with the taste of his cum on my lips,
thinking about what I had done, wondering what Alison would think, or my
mother. But also thinking about him, and that big, hard piece of meat I had
suckled like a college coed. I couldn't help but go over the experience again
and again, and what struck me was how feminine I had felt. I didn't feel gay
with Jake. I felt like a woman. The way he urged me on, gently but
forcefully. It felt good. It felt so very good.
I found myself straightening his room while I waited. Cleaning the
wonderfully large cabin and bathroom. I folded the clothes he had left on the
floor and hung them in the closet. I washed my face but for some reason
decided not to wash his taste out of my mouth. As I stared at myself in the
mirror, I noticed I had not removed the panties. They felt so soft and
cradled my little excuse for a penis wonderfully. I touched myself like I
thought a girl would touch herself, and ended up masturbating in Jake's
bathroom, still wearing the panties, and then fell asleep on the couch.
When I awoke, Jake was standing over me. He laughed that I was still wearing
the panties and told me to take them off. I noticed several bags and thought
he had bought me some men's items and my ordeal was over. He pulled a
container from one of the bags and opened it. It was a pink razor. He told me
to take it into his bathroom and shave my entire body, and handed me some
shaving lotion. I was puzzled and began to ask him why, when he stood up, and
told me never to question him again.
It took me almost twenty-five minutes to shave, but I got off all of the
hair. Luckily I don't have much to shave. When I came out, Jake had laid all
of the items in the bags and boxes on the bed. There were skirts, dresses,
bras, panties, stockings and many other feminine items of apparel. I stood
with my mouth hanging open. Jake told me it was my new wardrobe. I nervously
laughed, but realized he was serious. He said the only way I was going to
stay on the boat was to become a woman, since there was a no 'fag' policy,
and he knew that "only women and fags sucked cock."
I began to cry, which only fueled the fire. He told me I was to dress my
prettiest for supper. He had told the other crewmembers they were in for a
surprise and didn't want me to disappoint them. I begged him to reconsider,
but he said he knew immediately by the way I had taken him in my mouth that I
was born to be a girl. He had known a sissy like me in college and 'girls'
like us lived for cock.
As I dressed, I noticed the nightstand next to the bed was covered with
bottles of make-up, lotions and perfumes. He said he tried his best to pick
out some nice things for me and that he knew I would be beautiful. I began to
dress reluctantly, not wanting to know what would happen to me if I didn't. I
knew something about make-up from watching mom all those years, and tried to
do a convincing job. Jake left me to my work and told me to start supper as
soon as I had finished.
When I completed my face, I couldn't believe what I saw in the mirror. I
really looked like a girl. Yes, I truly was a sissy. My hair, which was
longer than most men's and very full, was the only drawback. I tried to brush
it in a feminine style. How had Jake seen in me what I refused to see all
those years?
For a finishing touch I painted my nails with a cute pink polish he bought me
(mother had always taught me to keep my nails well trimmed), and put on a
couple dabs of perfume. I felt sexy for the first time in my life.
The tow was strangely empty as I walked to the kitchen to start dinner. As I
cooked, the sensations of the flouncy dress brushing my thighs, and the bra
around my chest kept me excited. I had no idea what to expect at dinner but I
was trembling at the thought. These men would see me dressed as a girl,
serving them dinner, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Ten minutes before the chicken was finished, Jake came into the kitchen and
looked me over like I was an ice cream sundae. He smiled and laughed,
"Sweetie, this is going to be one happy crew!"
He told me to put on my best sissy face and grabbed my ass. I must have
blushed because he took me by the chin and told me I was born to be a woman.
As he walked out Jake asked me if I had made desert. I told him I hadn't and
he said that was fine 'because I would be too full to eat it.'
As I served the dinner, the men sat with looks of disbelief, which turned to
recognition, and then uncontrollable laughter. Jake said Cameron would no
longer be working on the boat but Camille was taking his place. I endured the
taunts and name calling from all of the men as I humbly served them dinner.
Jake said that as the owner of the company it was his duty to keep up morale.
He said he had made a mistake by hiring a wuss like Cameron, but that Camille
would spend the rest of the trip making up for that.
"She," Jake said "will do all of the cooking, cleaning and laundry, as well
as other special duties." The men all laughed. I took the last of the dirty
dishes into the kitchen and began to eat my supper, but heard them talking.
Jake was telling the men that they would be one man short and would have to
work harder, but would be rewarded with Camille anytime they pleased. He also
told them that they would begin right away by breaking me in. I could hear
the laughing as Jake called me in.
Slowly I entered the dining area. The men had unbuttoned their pants and were
sitting and staring at me. Jake ordered me to take off my dress. I
reluctantly unzipped and let the dress fall. There was a silence as the men
gazed at my freshly shaved body. Adam remarked, "Are you sure this ain't
really a woman?"
Jake answered him by pointing to my panties and motioning them down. I did so
to a loud roar of laughter. Marcus said, "See, I told you this bitch got the
smallest one ever."
Jake made me pull them up again and told me, "Hon, got to our room and get
the jelly off your vanity. Hurry up. Don't keep us waiting!"
As I turned to run, I heard remarks about my tight little ass. I grabbed the
tube of lubricant off of the mirrored table not realizing the meaning of it,
and hurried back.
When I returned Jake's pants were to his ankles. He called me to him and told
me to kiss his cock out of respect and then squeeze some of the lubricant
into my hands. I did so and he told me to rub it around because it was rude
to put cold jelly on my lover's cock. I was beginning to tremble. Jake asked
Buddy to take a couple of memento shots, looked at me and told me to begin. I
hadn't noticed that Buddy was holding a camera, but he began clicking off
pictures as soon as my dainty hands were wrapped around Jake's rapidly
hardening dick.
They all laughed as Buddy told me to smile. I wasn't sure why Jake need the
lube since he was so hard already, until he stood up and turned me around to
face the table. I pleaded with him not to do it and told him I would suck him
real good, but he said I "wasn't a real woman until I had a real man in me,"
and "you'll thank me in a minute."
With Buddy taking pictures and Marcus and Adam watching up close, Jake pushed
his hard penis inside me and I yelped. My body shuddered as he forced it in
more. The guys continued laughing. Tears were rolling down my face and Adam
said, "Don't cry Camille, you'll ruin your make-up."
Jake began to pull out a little and then push in a little more, and slowly he
inched his way up into my rear. I felt like I was being driven onto a stake.
Eventually he was up to his balls and I could feel his pubic hairs on my ass.
He bent over and asked me how I felt. The only answer I could manage was a
whimper, so he answered, "Good."
As he slowly moved in long strokes, the burning sensation was replaced with a
kind of numb fullness and I relaxed a little. I bent over further and closed
my eyes. Jake went on, getting harder with every pump. The feeling edged over
into a kind of pleasure and I let out an uncontrollable, deep guttural moan
like I'd heard my wife give when she used her big dildo. Marcus yelled,
"Lookie here, she's already enjoying it."
I didn't care what they said anymore, it felt good and I wanted more. Jake
was getting rough with his long strokes, and I begged him to fuck me. Just
then, my eyes filled with colors and lights and the strongest feeling of
pleasure I had ever felt washed over me and settled in my loins. I
experienced my first orgasm as a woman, and it was beautiful. I was crying as
Jake continued to pump me with his thick penis. He finally tensed and a warm
sensation flooded my insides. I collapsed on the table as Jake gently gave me
a dozen or so finishing strokes and then pulled out. The feeling was like
losing your favorite toy. All I could think was to get a man back inside me.
I didn't have long to wait. Jake announced, "I'm going my cabin. She's yours.
Just send her to me when you're finished."
The men gave a group cheer and pulled me on to a nearby couch while Jake
left. As they removed their pants and began pawing at me, I remember
pleading, "Please don't hurt me." The men only laughed and began what would
be three hours of gang banging and picture taking. Most of it was a blur, but
I do remember that Marcus made it a point to violate and degrade me every
chance he got. He used his ten inch black nightstick with a vengeance.
When they finished, I was a rumpled pile of cum and sweat. The men went to
bed and told me to clean up. After I had gained a little energy and
straightened the dining area, I went back to Jake's cabin and took a long hot
shower. I used my wife's sweet smelling shampoo and soap. I patted myself dry
after getting out and then rubbed some of the lilac lotion Jake had bought me
all over my body. I went to the dresser and picked out a cute little peach
babydoll, slipped it on and slid into bed. I felt and smelled wonderful. My
newfound femininity opened me up to feeling I had kept hidden all my life. As
soon as I hit the pillow I heard Jake say, "Never get into this bed without
pleasuring me."
As I moved to take him in my mouth once again, he told me I would call him
Sir in the future. I murmured, "Yes Sir" as my lips slid around the fat head
of his cock. When he came he told me I should never leave a wet spot, so I
swallowed every drop and fell peacefully asleep with my head in his lap.
END Part I
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