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Punk Kid Story By Melissa Virus Copyright 2000 This is my first story, so please, be gentle ******************************************** My girlfriend and I were at a punk show in New York City. We were eighteen and punk fucking rock. I was up near the front, singing along with the band (H2O) and banging into people, when my girlfriend met this guy, Stevens. After the set, I headed ten feet back in the tiny club to find my girlfriend Janine (everyone called her "Janie") huddled in close with this normal-looking guy. This was pretty common- I liked to be near the front at shows, and she didn't; she was really good at meeting people and making friends, and I wasn't. So she was always meeting people at shows, both guys and girls. And everybody liked her. She was gorgeous, in a punky way: straight violet hair hanging down to her chin, always wore red lipstick and a lot of eye-makeup, and had this way about her that always made you feel like you were sharing secrets, no matter what you were talking about. She loved to wear miniskirts, because she knew how good she looked in them. She also loved to wear little plastic barrettes, because she knew I loved the way she looked in them. So when she saw me coming over, she waved me over and introduced me to her new friend, Stevens. (I didn't think twice about his name- punks have fucked up names.) He was kind of a wide guy, not that tall; he looked like one of the jocks that always showed up for Bad Religion shows. He shook my hand and told me I'd hit him pretty hard down in "the pit." That was weird, since I was hella-skinny like Sid Vicious; anyway, I didn't remember hitting him, and mentally forgave him for using part of the expression "mosh pit," which I thought was really played out. I said I was sorry. He seemed all right. Better, at least, than some of the emo dorks Janie had made friends with in the past. Before we really got to talk or anything, the singer from H2O came onstage and had to announce that the no more bands (out of the 4 more scheduled) would be playing, because the club was being raided by the police in a misguided attempt at an ecstasy bust. Everybody scrambled the fuck out. Twenty minutes later, we were in the Dunkin' Donuts down the street, having coffee, when Stevens walked in. I hadn't really spoken to him yet, but Janie seemed to really like him, so she invited him to sit with us. I introduced myself properly- "My name is Dan, nice to meet you"- and he introduced himself as Stevens. To make a long boring story short, he was funny as hell, and when he found out we were broke and had nothing to do the rest of the night, he invited us over to his place to get drunk. (Apparently, he had a lot of money.) And when I found out that he didn't really know much about punk rock, I told him I'd give him a primer, since I've always got mad tapes in my backpack. So we wound up at his place, a huge, posh-ass Fifth Avenue residence with like 20 rooms, with me on my ninth beer, yelling Minor Threat lyrics at the top of my lungs. (Why is it always Minor Threat when you're raging drunk?) Janie was passed out on the couch, and Stevens seemed to be just amused at the whole situation. We determined that it was bedtime, and he let Janie and I crash in his guest bedroom. This is where it gets weird. I woke up solo in the bed, with my legs, groin and armpits shaven clean. My face, too, I guess, though I'd never really had to shave much to begin with. Oh, and I was naked. I figured I'd gotten drunker than I thought, but that couldn't be right, because I remembered being pretty fucking drunk. I was understandably kind of freaked out about being shaved, but I'd blacked out before, and fucked up shit happens when you're blacked out. But when I looked for my clothes and couldn't find them, I realized something was up. I spotted a note on the dresser across the room. "Put on everything in the top drawer." That's what it said in the note. I opened the drawer and it was all girly-girl clothes: panties, stockings and a dress. Great. I'd been dressed up for Rocky Horror a couple times, but the clothes in the drawer were way less campy. This was going to be embarrassing. I didn't see any options other than putting on the clothes, and since I still thought this might be some kind of fucked up joke, I went along with it. First I put on the peach- colored, nylon bikini panties. There was black lace around the leg holes and the top- they looked like something Janie would wear when she wanted to act like a whore. As I pulled them on, I kinda got turned on.Without realizing it, I started rubbing myself through the panties, all over; my ass, my hips, my cock, even (especially) my "taint". Then there were white thigh-high stockings. I told myself they were basically socks, but as I pulled them on, I realized how wrong I was. Janie wore thigh-highs, and wearing them instead of touching them on my girlfriend, I felt so sleazy, so dirty, and so girly. I saw myself in the mirror, and from the waist down I looked like Janie, except with a cock in her panties. All that was left was the dress and the shoes. First the shoes. They were strappy- ass platform sandals, and it took me five minutes to figure out that the long straps were supposed to twirl up around my calves. My legs looked foxy. Too skinny, probably, but foxy nonetheless. Finally, the most classically emasculating piece: the dress. It was a classic peach colored dress, a-line down to just above my knees. It couldn't have been cotton- no, it was a slippery little silk piece of nothing that made me feel totally naked. There was a layer of see-through material over the whole thing that added even more to the girliness of the dress. I felt like anyone who wanted could see my ass, and all I had on was some whorish, super-feminine panties. I looked in the mirror. I looked like a bulimic girl with no tits, and a girly-boy face. (As I said, I was skinny, and because I was so skinny, my face was nothing but sharp, thin angles.) In the context of all my new clothes, I didn't look like a girl exactly, but I certainly didn't look like a man. It didn't help that I had a stringy mop of hair all over the place. Dressed, I opened the door. I headed off to the kitchen, where I figured Janie and Stevens would be, and prepared to be made fun of. But when I got to the kitchen, instead of being laughed at, I received a bit of a shock: Janie, on her knees, sucking off Stevens. Janie, sucking off Stevens, in exactly the same dress, stockings, panties and shoes I was wearing. Stevens saw me come in and told Janie she could stop. She turned around in her little dress and stockings and looked at me. Instead of laughing, she just looked surprised. Stevens said, "There's your boyfriend. Now, after you finish blowing me, Janie, I will tell the two of you just what's going on. You, little girl, (he pointed at me), may sit at the table and have a glass of orange juice until we're done." I didn't know what to do, so I did as he said and sat down at the table, pouring myself a glass of juice. Janie was blowing some guy, and here I was in a dress and panties, having orange juice. I wasn't about to do anything, since Stevens kept glaring at me in a quite-threatening manner. I wasn't about to protest, either- he had probably given me some kind of sedative last night that was still in effect. So I drank my orange juice, tapping my platform shoes on the ground, feeling the straps running up my legs, my stockings rubbing together, watching my girlfriend blow this big.guy. My penis betrayed me, because, as any straight guy can tell you, it's pretty sexy to see a girl in a dress on her knees blowing a guy. And so, I got an erection. After a while, Stevens grunted and came. "Swallow, bitch." he said menacingly to Janie. I felt a lot of impotent anger at the way he spoke to her, but once again didn't do anything. Janie turned around and looked at me, trying to say, "I'm sorry," with her eyes. This made me feel better; she'd let me know she was forced into this, so she wasn't really ditching me. Still, she looked so hot with her eye makeup all smeared, and little blobs of cum on her face. Stevens regained his composure. "Okay, you little sluts. Get over on the couch." Janie and I scurried over to the couch in his living room and sat down. "Well, I seem to have caught you two, huh," Stevens said. "I'm really turned on by the idea of having this beautiful girl as my concubine, and so I'm going to keep her," he said to me, gesturing to Janie. "But since you came over too, I can't just let you go. You'd tell the cops. So instead, I'm going to keep both of you here, as my sex toys. Of course, I'm not a faggot like all you punk kids, so I'm totally uninterested in fucking a guy, even if he does look like a girl. I just dressed you up like that," he said to me, "because it makes me laugh, and also kind of turns me on to see you all embarrassed...and to see your girlfriend all embarrassed for you. I get a kick out of fucking with you, I guess. And since you're so skinny, I think you'll be dressing like a girl for as long as you're here. "Look- it turns me on to see a beautiful girl humiliated. And I think it's funny to make a little fag dress up like a girl. And since the little fag is the beautiful girl's boyfriend, it humiliates her even more. Get used to it." Janie and I were sitting on his couch, close together, holding hands. It was weird to be dressed the same as her, but the feeling of our silky dresses rubbing against each other was turning me on. I also got turned on whenever I stole a look at her, because to see her purplish hair and all her makeup from last night clashing with the conservative style of our dresses was to see her helpless, and that was sexy. "Oh, and from now on, neither of you talks without permission. And my name is Mr. Stevens. Any questions?" said Mr. Stevens. "Yeah. Do we still get to have sex?" I asked. Janie shot me an evil look, but I was so turned on, I couldn't help it. Mr. Stevens laughed. "I guess so. That might be funny. Yeah, you can, but I want to watch. Janie, I want you to suck him off." Janie turned and looked at me with big doe eyes. She didn't want this. I felt horrible, but I also felt like I was about to explode from arousal. She looked so hot. I don't know why, but Janie wound up getting really into it. She rubbed her hand up and down my stockings, every up-stroke getting closer to my groin. Eventually she had my dress up high enough that my panties were exposed, and she started softly rubbing my cock. But then she stopped. She started kissing me. I felt so feminine, for some reason, like those scenes of hot lesbians kissing you see in softcore porn. I felt like a hot lesbian. After some of the hottest French kissing I've ever been involved in, Janie spread her legs and straddled me. I reached around her and felt her panties under the skirt of her dress, and grabbed her ass. Stepping back for a moment, it must have been an odd scene. There I was, with my white-thigh-high-stockinged legs together, my peach and black lace panties exposed by my scrunched up shortish dress that had ridden up to near my waist. And my girlfriend, dressed exactly the same way, on top of me, passionately kissing me and feeling me up. I could feel her hot pussy through her panties, which were grinding against mine, and I needed for her to make me come. She climbed off me, and as soon as she was gone I missed her weight. But I didn't miss her for long, as she pulled my panties down to my knees and took my whole cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down for about one minute before I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life. I don't think she was ready for it, because the last thing I saw before I blacked out for a minute was Janie choking on my cum. Then I, uh, blacked out for about a minute. When I rejoined the world, I was no longer aroused, just floating in a sea of post- orgasmic bliss. As that started to pass, and I lost the mental state of erotic frenzy, I was able to feel the awkwardness of the situation. I realized that I was dressed like a girl in a stranger's place with my legs apart and my panties around my knees, just having cum. My face felt red, and I tried to pull my panties back up, but they were a lot smaller than the shorts I was used to, and they got tangled. I had to deliberately smooth them out and pull them up straight, and pull the skirt of my dress down over them. Then I noticed Mr. Stevens watching me with a smirk. I freaked. I ran out of the room and into the bedroom in which I'd woken up and flopped down on my stomach on the bed, exposing my panties, crying my eyes out. I pulled down my skirt. Was this my destiny? To be dressed like a girl and then sexually exploited for this asshole, and for my girlfriend to be forced to be a whore? I cried. Eventually, Janie came into the room to comfort me, patting my ass through my dress and panties. She told me that Mr. Stevens was a horrible person, but that he'd told her that as long as we did what he said, our time here didn't have to be torture. It would be fucked up, but it didn't have to be impossible. "Here's how it looks," she said. "We'll be his sex toys; well, mostly I'll be his sex toy. And in a lot of ways, I'll really be your sex toy too, since Mr. Stevens doesn't want anything to do with you, sexually. And besides," she said, giving me a sex kitten look, "We're still allowed to have sex. And it looks like you get pretty turned on, being dressed up like a girl." She trailed off. I don't think she'd meant to say that, and when I started to protest, she said, "You know, kitten, I'm very turned on by you dressed like me. I had no idea you'd be so hot in panties and a dress, or I'd have asked you to wear some a long time ago.and I want to make you up like me." I didn't know why I had been so turned on, but I had, and had to admit that this was a hot sexy situation. The whole atmosphere since I'd woken up had been pure deviant sex, and that was sexxxy. I remembered how hot Janie's pussy had felt, rubbing against me through our panties, and knew all this really turned her on. "Okay," I said. But we were gross, so first we both needed to take our morning showers. We showered together, and I found myself getting hard again, but Janie didn't want to do anything about it. "Save me that for later, girly-girl," she said. I didn't really like being called "girly-girl" but Janie seemed to be carried away with her arousal, and I didn't want to get in the way of that. After all, she had just been made into a whore, and if I could give her any small pleasure, then I certainly would. I would be her little girl if she wanted. We got out of the shower together and found Mr. Stevens had laid out some more dresses and a note. "Girls- I've gone out for a while to do some shopping and get a bite to eat. I've put out dresses for the two of you to wear for the rest of the day, and when I get home, I plan to fuck Janie senseless. Then maybe I'll make the two of you have sex in your dresses.we'll see how it goes. Xoxoxo, Mr. Stevens." The dresses, simply, were not grown-up dresses. I'm sure Mr. Stevens' goal was pure humiliation, and I'm sure that's what he accomplished. In what seemed to be his style, he'd laid out a pair of identical dresses with identical underwear. Janie looked at me, the dresses, then me again, and laughed. "I'm going to feel silly dressed up like a little girl, but you must feel even sillier!" When I didn't laugh with her, she realized I wasn't taking this as lightly as she was. I just gave her an icy look. "Look, Dan, this doesn't have to be as bad as you're making it. You're not being forced to suck some guy's dick. You're not being raped. All you have to do is wear some dresses. Fucking deal with it." She was right. I hugged her and told her I was sorry, and looked at the clothes laid out. While the dresses laid out were little-girly, he sure didn't mess around with shoes or underwear. The first thing I put on was the panties. They were red and satiny, with black lace all over the place. There was a pair of white tights like a little girl would wear, and I pulled these on too, up over my panties. I felt much more covered than I had been by the thigh-highs, but still far from comfortable. The shoes were similar to the Mary Janes a little girl would wear, but a bit more slender, and they had 3 inch heels. They looked like they were designed for the sexy- schoolgirl fetish look, and when I put them on, they looked sexxxy. They also made my legs look longer than usual, and made me feel really feminine. On the bed, there was a pile of what looked like tissues. A big pile. I looked over at Janie, who was watching me dress with interest. She was already dressed. She lifted the skirt of her dress to show me that she was wearing the tissues- turns out they were petticoats, and they were to make the skirt of a dress stand out. She helped me step into them. Over the petticoats I put on the dress. It was a blue dress, with a tight top that showed off the fact that I didn't have any tits. (On Janie, it was obvious that she did have tits, as they strained against the bodice. Since I didn't have a bra, I assumed she didn't either.) The sleeves were puffed out at the shoulders, then tight down to my forearms. Janie zipped up the tiny zipper at the back of the dress. The tightness right above my butt when the zipper was up was almost a comforting feeling.nice and snug. Completely dressed like a little girl in whore's panties, I hugged Janie. The feeling of my dress and petticoats pressing against her dress and petticoats when we hugged was strange, but kind of cool. I got one of my more-and-more-common erections, but the poof of the dress hid it. I felt my penis engulfed by the delicate material of the petticoats, sticking out the top of my panties. I was getting lost in my thoughts. Janie snapped me back to reality with the words, " Now let me do your make-up, girly-girl." While I had struggled with dressing, she had already applied her trademark makeup, with a lot of black around her eyes and the bright red lips. (I guess Mr. Stevens let her hang on to her makeup.) She sat me down on the bed and pulled up a chair to get to work. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I folded them in my lap, lost in the folds of my voluminous skirt. After a lot of puckering, eye-opening and eye-closing, and more foundation than I had ever suspected she wore, my face was done. I teetered over in my kinderwhore shoes and looked in the mirror: kinderwhore was the right word. I looked like Courtney Love back in the day, or Bikini Kill, or any of those girl bands that used to wear the little girl dresses. I was turned the fuck on. So was Janie, by the way she was looking at me. She was rubbing her crotch through her skirt, and I was rubbing mine. "Mr. Stevens said I couldn't fuck you unless he said so, so." she said, before disappearing under my skirt. Once again she pulled my panties down. She threw me onto the bed. She threw all my petticoats and my dress up onto my chest and face, and started to go to work on my hard cock. I couldn't see anything, and all I could feel all around me was the soft material of my petticoats. I felt like I was floating on clouds. I could feel the heavy weight of my clunky junior-slut shoes as my legs were flailing about in the air- with an ounce of effort, I could picture myself as a girl with her legs in the air getting eaten out. I was so hot. As soon as I pictured myself as a girl being eaten out under her dress, I started to come. I thought Janie was eating all my cum, but when she pulled my skirt back and climbed on top of me, pinning my skinny arms down, she kissed all my cum back into my mouth. There wasn't that much, since it was my second load in about two hours, but still, having a mouth full of cum made me feel like a girl. Like a slutty, blowjob-giving bitch. I also felt very sleazy, in my little girl outfit. Janie was rubbing my chest through my dress. I felt completely submissive. Eventually I had to get up and clean up. Janie fixed up my makeup. After my orgasm, I felt kind of disgusted with the clothes I was wearing and all, but there was nothing I could do- for all I knew, Mr. Stevens had burned my Casualties T-shirt from last night. Janie found a deck of cards, and since we needed something to do until Mr. Stevens came back, we played go fish for the rest of the day. It seemed appropriate- it was a little kid's game, and we were little girls. She kept calling me "Girly-girl," which I kind of got used to. This was the most fucked up thing I had ever done, playing go fish for three hours with my girlfriend, both dressed and made up like identical twin five-year old whores. We did kiss and make out a little, but stopped every time we got too horny, because we didn't want to get too turned on, because that would lead to real sex, and trouble with Mr. Stevens. Eventually Mr. Stevens walked in the door of the guest bedroom. He laughed like a madman when he saw the two little girls playing cards. "So," he said, "You two really like being little girls, don't you? But you're too little to wear that much make-up. That's bad. And do you know what we do to bad little girls?" Oh Christ, I thought. "Spank them!" he said. "Follow me." He headed into his living room, and we obediently followed, me behind Janie. We held hands. "Young Janie, you little whore, you're first," he told her. I just sat on the floor, my skirt spread out around me, waiting and trembling. He bent her over his knees, pulled her skirt over her knee, exposing her red panties. He made her count her smacks out loud. Since she was normally very in control and sure of herself, it disturbed me deeply to hear Janie crying like a little girl after three swats. After twelve, Mr. Stevens let her off his lap and told her to sit in the corner and think about what she'd done. She looked at me with her makeup streaming down her face, still crying. She looked broken. Mr. Stevens looked at me. "Bitch!" he yelled at me and motioned to his knee. I scurried to him and bent over his knee. He laughed at my obedience. He raised my skirt and rubbed my ass through my panties. I didn't know what was going on, as this was kind of pleasant, but before I could get comfortable, he SMACKED my ass. Hard. I screeched in pain, and was crying by the second smack. He only gave me ten whacks. I'm sure I looked an absolute mess, with my makeup running down my face. As I got up, he pinched my ass, which made me jump cutely. My ass hurt more than it had ever hurt before. I was crying. He told me to sit on the couch, and he told Janie to lay on her back on the floor. We both went where he told us. My ass hurt, but the couch was soft, so I was able to sit down. As soon as Janie had laid down on the floor he had spread her legs and taken off his pants. He left her dress on, I guess to humiliate her. He took off his shirt. His big ol' cock was rock-hard, and he didn't hesitate to plunge it into Janie's pussy. He started pounding away at her, and she struggled to remain stoic, but I could tell that it hurt her bright red ass. Seeing her this helpless was turning me on. It was largely the strangeness of the situation; it didn't seem like some other guy was fucking my girlfriend; instead, I was dressed like a little girl, and so was she, and so it felt like we were not ourselves, or something. I don't know. All I know is I started to become really aroused, in my silky panties and little girl dress. I was squirming on the couch in my dress, partly because I was so turned on and partly because I couldn't get comfortable because of my ass. Eventually, Mr. Stevens saw me squirming and asked me if I was horny. I answered yes. He came right then; pulled out and shot his load all over Janie's helpless face. He told me to fuck Janie just like he had been doing. So in my dress and heels I clacked over to her and pulled down my panties. I pulled up my skirt and grabbed my cock, and put it into Janie. "Mmmm ooooh yes, girly-girl, fuck me girly-girl," she started moaning. She loved the idea of me giving it to her in my dress! That turned me on even more. I was going crazy, squeezing her tits through her dress and fingering her asshole and kissing her. She started coming again and again. I looked at her face, and seeing her makeup smeared all over, she looked so sexy, I squeezed her tits through her dress and thrust my last thrust. We collapsed into a pile of dresses, petticoats, stockings and cum. Mr. Stevens started clapping. "Bravo," he said. "My little girls fuck like animals. I'm so proud." He left to pour himself a drink; Janie and I just lay on the ground, holding each other, unable to move. I felt the now-familiar post-orgasm disgust with myself. I think we both fell asleep on the floor, because the next thing I knew, I was on the ground by myself and nobody else was around. I was still wearing my dress, stockings and heels. I tried to get up but forgot that I had panties around my ankles and fell on my ass. I pulled them on, remembering how to do it this time, and walked over to the guest bedroom. Totally un-aroused for the first time in hours, I regained my sense of discomfort. A guy like me was not supposed to walk around in a little girl dress and clunky high heels. A guy like me was supposed to be tough, hard, and hard tough guys don't wear red and black silk and lace panties. Guys like me especially didn't wear shit like this in front of their girlfriends.I slunk into the bedroom. Nobody was there. I walked around, looking for them, and eventually found them in a dining room. Janie was still wearing the same dress as I, and she was eating next to Mr. Stevens. There was a place set for me, so I sat down. I remembered that I wasn't to speak unless told to, so I just started eating. Throughout dinner, no one spoke. It is a fucked up feeling, doing something as mundane as eating dressed as I was, without the relief of speech. Eventually, Mr. Stevens sent us to bed, telling us that we were not to fuck and that we were to leave all of our clothes except the panties in a hamper near the guestroom. In bed, we hugged silently. After a few minutes, Janie started sobbing, and I held her. Her naked tits rubbed against my chest. After a minute more, I started crying too. We were totally emotionally spent. We cried ourselves to sleep. The next morning we woke up in each other's arms. I was completely disoriented at first, with no idea where I was, and the fact that I was wearing panties totally confused me. Eventually I remembered what was going on, and woke up Janie. "Morning, Girly-girl," she murmured to me. She obviously was not disoriented. She gave me some kisses, and rolled me over onto my back to play with my nipples. "I'm going to miss your flat chest," she mumbled, still half asleep. I didn't understand at first, but in light of recent events, I realized what the plan was: Mr. Stevens wanted me to have tits. No sooner did I figure this out than he burst in and started yelling at us to "Get up! Get showered! Get dressed! I can't believe what a lazy pair of whores you are!" So he sent us off to the shower. Janie shaved my legs for me, but told me I was going to have to learn to do it for myself. I asked her if she had meant, earlier, that I was getting breast implants. "Yes you are, Girly-girl. That's what Mr. Stevens and I were talking about before you arrived at dinner last night. That's why we shut up so much. He's giving you a pair of C's. Today." Oh fuck! This was going to be a permanent, real thing. I had figured I'd go along with it for a while, and then Mr. Stevens would get bored, but I never figured I'd wind up with tits. I almost fell down in the shower. Then I looked at Janie's little B-cup tits. Mine would be bigger. We got out of the shower to see what Mr. Stevens had laid out for us to wear today, and he didn't disappoint. Catholic school uniforms, complete with knee socks and white cotton panties. The twist today, though, was that Mr. Stevens had laid out four separate pairs of panties for me, with a note saying I was to wear all of them. Weird, but.not as weird as getting tits, so I complied. First I pulled up a pair of white cotton thong panties, with lace all over the front and legs. Then came a pair of pink satin ones with slightly more of an ass than the thong. Over that went a pair of tight light blue satin panties with a paisley pattern. Finally, on top, another pair of white cotton panties, but these a more full-cut bikini, to cover up the other ones. Janie saw me wearing the panties and laid me on the bed. She put her mouth over my taint area and blew hot moisture. I could feel every layer of cotton and satin as she blew. It was strangely erotic. As my dick got hard, the four pairs of panties restrained it. "Come on, Girly-girl, let's get going. I've still got to brush your hair and do your makeup," Janie said. I pulled up my knee socks, and put on the same high-heeled Mary Janes as the day before. Then came the stiff but light white cotton blouse, with a peter pan collar and lace all over the place. Finally the little black, red and green plaid skirt zipped up over my ass, and just barely over it. It must have ended six inches above my knee. Once again, Mr. Stevens had made both Janie and I into a sexy whore/male fantasy: the Lolita schoolgirl. Janie sat me down and started to brush out my hair, which hadn't been brushed out in probably two years. It was an arduous process, but after about a half-hour of brushing, she'd made my crusty brown hair manageable. She pulled it into two pigtails and put four of her little plastic barrettes on my head. Then she made me up like herself. Finally, she did her own hair like mine and her own makeup. We were hot, hot chicks. I saw myself in the mirror and wanted to fuck me. I saw Janie and wanted to fuck her too. But before I could say a word, Mr. Stevens came yelling into the room. "Slut! On your back," he said. Both Janie and I laid on the bed and spread our legs. "Not you, you little girl-fag. I'm going to fuck your girlfriend. You don't get off today," he told me. Another day in this pornographic atmosphere, but today I wasn't to get off? Great. I was dejected. I did my best to ignore the noises the two of them made while they fucked, and looked out the window at Fifth Avenue. Without knowing it, I caught myself rubbing my hips and ass, feeling my many pairs of panties rubbing against each other. I was turned on, but today there was nothing I could do about it. "Gaaah," said Mr. Stevens as he came. He got off Janie and told her to make out with me for a bit. She came over to where I was sitting and sat on my lap, opening her mouth and searching for my tongue. A lot of lipstick was shared, I could taste it, and she invaded my mouth. Her tongue was wet and cool. Once again I had the feeling that I was a lipstick lesbian in a softcore porn film. Janie was stroking my thighs under my skirt, sneaking in little touches of my cock, and I was helpless. I stroked her ass and grabbed her tits. I started to feel like I could cum without any kind of penetration at all, when Mr. Stevens told us to stop. Before I could stop, I felt a needle in my ass and an injection. I hopped up in protest, nearly knocking Janie to the floor, my skirt whirling up to show my panties. But before I could even say anything, I fell down onto the bed. I was passed out in twenty seconds. When I woke up, I was groggy. That's how it goes after surgery. I was in Janie and my bedroom at Mr. Stevens' place, looking up at the ceiling. Janie was looking down at me. "Girly-girl? You look so cute. Your tits came out beautifully!" I looked down. I had big, pale tits, wearing a white cotton bra. I reached my hand to them, slowly, but Janie caught it. "You're not allowed to touch them yet. I have orders from Mr. Stevens about what to do now." I tried again to touch my tits, and she yelled for Mr. Stevens. He came into the room with handcuffs- they were serious. He cuffed my hands and legs to each bedpost, so I was all spread out. I was still wearing all my panties, the schoolgirl skirt, the socks and shoes, but all I had on above that was my bra. My bra! I was going to have to wear bras. After he had tied me up, Mr. Stevens left. By calling him for bondage assistance, Janie had fucked me over, but I didn't blame her. I knew I'd do anything to avoid one of his spankings, too. Janie reached a finger into my panties and started feeling around my asshole. Without any ceremony, she stuck a finger in it. It hurt for a moment, but as she played around inside my ass, it started to feel really intense, and I got a hard-on. As soon as I got hard, Janie started rubbing my cock through my skirt and panties. I was going crazy- I had never had my asshole stimulated before. As I started to tremble with pleasure, she undid the front snap on my bra. My breasts really were beautiful. Pale white and milky, they jiggled realistically. I was lost in sensuality, and Janie moved her hand up from my cock to my belly, which she started rubbing, all the while fingering my ass. I felt like I was on the verge of coming, but knew that without her playing with my cock, I wouldn't. I begged her to touch my cock, but she said no, with a smirk. "Here it comes, Girly-girl: you're going to enjoy this." She frantically fingered my asshole, and I thought I might explode, when she reached up her other hand and twisted my left nipple, pretty hard. I came like I had never come before. I passed out. I loved my new tits: that was Mr. Stevens' way of introducing me to them. I didn't wake up until I don't know how long. Janie woke me. "Girly-girl! I want you so badly.I've missed you. You've been away getting surgery or asleep for the last three days, and I want your cock." I came fully awake. I sat up, but she pushed me back down, kneading my tits. She rubbed them for a moment before licking my nipples. My cock hardened immediately, and she rammed herself down onto it. She was ravenous. She went up and down and up and down and up and down, squeezing my tits and licking my hard hard nipples and kissing me. She was screaming and coming and bucking like a wild animal. I couldn't take much of that, and shot my load deep into her pussy. We collapsed together. Our tits rubbed together. In the absence of social stigma, I loved my tits. We'd see how it went. In the shower that morning I really had to shave myself- I was stubbly, kid. Then Janie told me she'd been told to dye my hair a kind of fake red color. There was no denying Mr. Stevens, so I let her. I found out that while I'd been asleep they'd cut my hair into a punky girly style, with short little bangs and straight hair down to my shoulders. Now my hair was a bright red, redder than Shirley Manson's. When we got back to the room I was in for my final surprise. I guess in the past few days Mr. Stevens had figured out what to do with us, because I saw a pair of maid's uniforms laid out on the bed. And for the first time, there were bras laid out. I saw that once again there were four pairs of panties laid out for me- Janie told me that the idea was to restrain my cock. I put them on one at a time: white cotton thong, pink nylon bikini, blue nylon bikini, and finally black and white lace bikini. There was a garter belt laid out, and I figured out how to put it on right away. Janie joked that I really was turning into quite a girly-girl, if I could pick up shit like that so quickly. I blushed. I thought I was obviously quite a girly-girl because I had C-cup tits poking their way out of my chest. I attached the black sheer silk stockings to my garter belt, and then put on a pair of fishnets over them. Then I put on my bra, which made my breasts feel very secure. I put on the four white petticoats, and finally, I put on the maid's dress. It stuck out really sexy-like, and if I bent over even a little, my panties showed. I put the apron on. I brushed out my hair, and let Janie do my makeup. Finally, I put on the little tiara. In that dress, which was very tight, I felt very secure, even though I knew my panties were just about exposed at all times. The tightness of my bra, though, combined with the tightness of the bodice of the dress, which went down to the top of my ass, made me feel very comfortable, like a tight hug or a nice blanket. In short, I loved my maid uniform as soon as I had it on. "You're a sexy fucking bitch, Girly-girl," Janie told me. "I know," I giggled, "you are too. Wanna fuck?" "We can't. These dresses aren't one of Mr. Stevens' little fetishes- he's actually renting us out as maids. We've got a job in half an hour." I was to leave the apartment like this? I put on the clunky heels laid out for me. Oh well. I took Janie's hand and walked out of the bedroom, my ass and tits all a-wiggle. The End