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LAKE ONTARIO
Part One
BY
Lauren Westley
Let me introduce myself. My name is Loren. When I was 22 years old I had a
job similar in some respects to the Shining. I was working on a novel and
found a job that had all the right characteristics. There was a small resort
on Lake Ontario. It was only open from May through October. The first day in
November it was closed and only needed a caretaker during the winter season.
I had spent last year doing it and knew the routine. The snow would come and
I would enjoy the solitude of the place and work on my novel.
There was another reason that I enjoyed myself there also. I had entry to all
the stores and homes in the town. There were 32 homes, a small grocery store
and general store, which was combined. Actually it carried a lot of things.
But what I enjoyed was my secret. I would dress up and be a woman during that
time. I could walk in the street after the snow came. I could shave. I could
do whatever I wanted until the 3rd Monday in April. That was when the
shopkeepers would return. I would usually stop shaving my face the last week
so they wouldn't guess. My hair was already long when I arrived. It was
auburn and when I washed it out and curled it after they all left it was a
perfectly feminine shoulder length coif. By April it was a lot longer, but
when they came I kept it like a masculine ponytail. No one knew. No one
guessed. And, I had the pleasure of enjoying my secret without any
consequences.
I had a cell phone for emergencies and there was even a generator at the
General Store. My apartment was upstairs. There was a bedroom, kitchen and
sitting room. Some of the houses were quite large and well kitted out. During
my last year there, I had found at the Merchanson's home (it was the largest
one on the lake) quite a bit of hot Victoria Secret and Frederick of
Hollywood clothing. Mrs. Merchanson was my size. Oh, I'm 5'5" and weigh 138
lbs. My skin is very pale, a creamy white. I believe it's because I spend
most time inside. I like to write, cook and dress up. So, I don't get much
sun.
In order to get to this little vacation spot, you had to exit the highway
5miles before the road North. Nearly everyone turned south and drove into the
two which was Southwest of here. It wasn't even paved for the last 10 miles
after turning North at the farmer's house that owned all the land from the
highway to the just outside this little community. The farm had been closed
for the last two years and was for sale. It had been a dairy farm but you
couldn't dairy farm locally anymore. The economics were terrible. The closest
town of any size was 24 miles away. Sometimes before the heavy snow of
November came I would go there to the movies or if I needed gas during the
January thaw. After the snow it was my PC Internet connection and/or the cell
phone for socialization. The DVD on my PC was for watching movies.
Often the landline would go down and once it took nearly 6 weeks to be
repaired. Mr. Adams who owned the General Store would contact me by email or
if that didn't work he would call me. He had left me a list of instructions
that I had taped to the front of the refrigerator in my kitchen. He was so
anal he had written every detail with a number before each one. When he would
email or call. The day he came back. Which key went to which house etc?
Anyhow, I had been there about a week and the weather report had said it was
going to snow for the next three days. Even the Farmer's Almanac had called
for a bitter cold winter. The first light flaking was flittering through the
sky and I had already shaved my body the other day. I shave everything except
for a little patch above my penis, which I shape the way the girls do in the
girlie magazines. I decided to get dressed and walk through the town in my
black skirt, high heels (which I couldn't use when the snow got heavier) and
a white blouse and matching ribbon in my hair. I was quite daring since I had
been there the year before and knew no one would come and where to hide if
someone did.
I loved putting my makeup on and had gotten quite proficient at looking very
feminine with the right eye shadow and lipstick. For this outfit I had
painted my nails and lips a bright sexy red. I would even wear a tampon in my
ass with the string hanging out so I would wiggle more as I walked. I just
loved this time together with me.
An empty glass of wine sat on the table next to me as I finished. Actually it
was my third glass and I could feel a little flush in my face from both the
wine and the excitement. I had planned to walk to the Hanover's house and
then sit on their sofa and make believe while having an orgasm. They have a
stereo with some very romantic Italian music. I would bring the rest of my
wine over there and enjoy the walk and sway getting there.
I got up, looked in the mirror, and with my reds lips pursing said, "You look
marvelous." Then I checked the weather and news on my pc. The weather report
was even more severe saying perhaps as much as 24" of snow was forecast to
fall. It didn't bother me. I would be snug as a bug in my private paradise of
homes and store. The news was much the same. The market was down; some bikers
had raped a girl at a college that was about 150 miles from here. The lottery
was over $24,000,000 and so on.
I picked up my glass, filled it and walked down the stairs from my apartment
through the general store picking up the key for the Hanover's. I never
locked the store or even closed the door to my apartment. Why bother? But, I
always kept the owners homes locked. I put a shawl around my shoulders,
pulled my hair out over it and walked out into the crisp early afternoon sun
and snow. I loved the walk the feeling of my skirt swaying and the cool air
blowing up over my stockings against my naked thighs until it reached the
satin of my panties. All was well. The Hanover house was just two blocks from
the Store. My perfume mixed well with the autumn coolness. It was a strong
feminine smell of rich summer flowers.
Sauntering up the small walkway I wiggled my butt, accenting one of my best
features. I also had great legs or at least I always thought so. I had never
shared my secret with anyone else so I only knew from the Polaroids I had
taken last year and kept. They were in my bottom drawer with all my other
secret things. Except of course for the items that were in the closet or the
makeup on the shelf. As you can see, I was not scared a bit since I knew the
isolation out here. I wondered what I would do if someone did come. Last year
I was so cautious. When I was out I would practice what I would say if I came
across someone. I had figured out a story that my husband and I were care
taking and hope the person would be on their way.
I had even worked on my voice so long that it seemed feminine enough to me in
the recordings I had on my PC. But no one ever came. Who was going to drive
down a road that said DEAD END for over 10 miles? It looked desolate. There
were no signs about the community down here. They liked it that way just a
quite little peninsula jutting out in Lake Ontario. So I jiggled a bit up the
steps and opened the door. All the houses were kept warm by gas heat. But
only 4 of them kept them up in the high 60's. They were the Merchanson's,
Hanover's, Balick's and Dunkirk's. They also had the nicest furniture. The
Balick's had a Steinway in their house. I was pretty good with HVAC; my dad
had owned a business when I grew up. It was one of the reason's I got the
job. Actually, HVAC is really easy. There just a few things you need to know
and a few spare parts. The whole town had used the same brand of equipment.
Some was older then others but none that I had seen were even 10 years old.
I put on a wonderful CD. It was that Italian singer. The one who did
"Romanza". And I sat down so carefully and sipped my wine. I liked to listen
to his music a bit loud and the more I have drunk the louder I put it. And
today, it was nearly blasting. That's why I never heard them. I mean the
sound of the motorcycles. I was two blocks away and the road to town was on
the other side of the General Store. But I should have heard it. Especially
when it turned out there were sixteen motorcycles. But I didn't. Nope, there
I was quietly sipping my wine listening to the music sitting in my feminine
attire when the door flew open and two brusque and burly motorcycle guys came
up to me. One flipped off the music and the other grabbed me by my wrists. He
was so strong I snapped right up out of the chair.
"Come on girly. Come with us," he said. His voice raspy from what I thought
must be drink and smoke. I was so unsure what to do. But also, I realized I
was also powerless. There was nothing to do but go with him and the other
biker. As we walked they each held me by my wrists and one grabbed and goosed
my ass. I was shuddering with fear as my heels glided over the snow. It was
falling heavily now and the street was cover with over an inch.
We came to the General Store and I saw all the motorcycles. I was hoping they
just needed a little help or something and be on their way but inside I knew
this was not what was happening. As we entered the store I gulped as I
remembered the news story on my computer. The next thing I knew I was inside
the store standing there in the midst of more than a dozen bikers. They
ranged in nearly all sizes except small. I without a doubt was the small one.
A couple of them looked like they were 300lbs with big beer guts. Some of the
others were in terrific shape and then one six foot four guy motioned for me
to come over to him. Obviously he was the leader. I walked over.
He looked at me and asked if I liked bikers. Nervously and in the most
feminine voice I could muster I answered that bikers were nice guys. I didn't
know what I was going to do. Then he put his hand around the back of my head
pulled me forward and kissed me. He pulled back with a little laugh and asked
about how I felt sucking biker dick. I was so afraid of what they would do if
they knew I was a guy. I shook in fear and stuttered and nothing came out.
He reached down with his hand and put in on my ass and asked again, "girls
like to suck dick don't they?" I tried to be a little courageous and move his
hand off my ass and say, "that is a private matter." But he slapped my face
hard and I thought of those bikers wanted for rape and I started to cry.
"Girls like to suck cock. Do you like to swallow?" he said with a smirk and
reached and grabbed my ass. My face was stinging and I was crying. I didn't
dare try to stop him but I was terrified of what the consequences would be.
He squeezed my ass cheek and continued, "We're going to be here for quite
awhile and since you are the only girl, well, and we just want to know?" I
just began to cry and whimper saying I wasn't a girl, I was a guy and
"please, please let me go." He just started laughing so hard as I sank down
in tears. "We know who you are and everything else. We've been to your
apartment and read the note on the refrigerator. We've found your butt plug
and clothes and we are staying here for the next few months and you are the
only girl. So, do you like to swallow?" he asked.
The other bikers were laughing, as I answered no. To which Jim, as I learned
his name later, said, "too bad since you will be swallowing gobs of cum." His
hand rubbed in my ass crack and I tried to pull back again but this time he
slapped me so hard I fell backwards over his hand on my ass and landed with
my stocking legs splayed in the air and my panties visible to those nearby
who laughed and said, "just like a girl to be such a slut to show her
panties."
Jim told me stand up and listen and at this point I wasn't going to argue
anymore. I was dejected and broken. He mentioned how they had already
reviewed my computer and had seen the news groups I had subscribed to. The
alt.binary.pictures.transsexuals and the alt.binary.pictures.oral ,also
facial.cum, spanking, anal and finally he said he had seen how I liked
alt.binary.pictures.urine. I cringed as I heard him say that. I was
fascinated, yes from a remote prurient idea, just like I dressed up in
secret. But, now my secrets were out. All of them were out and known by 16
bikers who were not known for being either courteous or worrying about what
others wanted.
He explained I was to be deferential to the bikers and to accentuate my
feminity. Because if at anytime I showed my masculinity the bikers would
respond with what they would do to a man who had broken into their world
unwanted. He said I wouldn't want this alternative. It didn't take me a
minute to figure out I didn't want that to happen and I even found myself
trying to stand more alluringly. He must have noticed because he said "good,"
and continued.
All the bikers gathered round him as he told them they would spend some time
hear until the "heat died down." He didn't know how long that would be but
fortunately this was the perfect place, there was plenty of food and one good
slut. In order to maintain some discipline he said they were to go to the
computer and find what they wanted from the alt.picture sites that I had
subscribed to. Print the picture that they were interested in and then hand
it to me. Each picture was to be in order of arrival and I was to have them
signed and rated after I had performed them. At the end of each day they
would be reviewed and I would either be given a reward or punished with a
spanking. I was to accomplish all the sheets each day or else. The "or else"
sounded so dire, like the other situation regarding not showing my
masculinity, that I feared not accomplishing what I was to do. On the other
hand doing what I was going to do would be also terrifying. I hadn't come out
of the closet I had been dragged out. All those years of acting feminine and
dressing up were now the only thing that remained between me and perhaps my
life.
My other job was to cook and clean. He said we would move to the Merchanson's
house everything but the computer and cell phone which would remain here
guarded. Also, I would make a list of what I needed to "keep house and keep
myself pretty", but I was only allowed to venture out from the Merchanson's
house with two of the bikers with me. "Oh, and by the way," Jim said as I was
being escorted out the door to my new home and duties, "your name will be
Lauren now."
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