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The Party 'Girl'
Original fiction by Marc Lane based in large part on true life experiences
It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that Marc succumbed to 'The
Promise' he made to his girlfriend Kara about someday letting her make him
gorgeous. Kara had been dying to dress up her frail effeminate looking
boyfriend. Marc, a slender 5'8" with long dark hair and feminine facial
characteristics, was an obvious candidate for Kara's desire for a sissified
boyfriend. On that fateful day, Kara coerced Marc into a total makeover,
dressing him up as a housewife, including setting his hair in curlers.
Unfortunately for Marc, he was subsequently caught by two of Kara's friends,
Julie and Sue, who happened by while he vacuumed in his pretty dress and apron
with his hair still in curlers. After this grand embarrassment, and to avoid
further embarrassment, Marc agreed to the girl's demand that Marc begin private
tutelage in the 'feminine arts' and develop his feminine personality. The girls
selected the name of Marci for him. Kara laid claim to Marc but agreed to share
him with her two friends.
Kara wasted little time after that eventful day. That same weekend, Marc lay
recuperating on the bed, wearing only the panties and lace apron that Kara had
instructed him to wear. Marc was recovering from a busy day of tending to Kara's
household demands while she shopped. Upon returning home from shopping, Kara
burst into the bedroom. Dropping her packages on the bed she hopped on the bed
and straddled Marc.
"How's my little sissy boy?" She cooed, stroking his face and giggling.
"Fine." Marc responded warmly.
"Did you have a busy day doing housework, dear?" Kara continued.
"Yes, I'll say. That was quite a list you gave me."
"Ahhh, poor thing." Kara cooed stroking his long curly hair. "But you'll feel
much better when you see the outfits I bought you."
"Outfits?" Asked Marc.
"Yes, I saw the cutest things today and I immediately thought of you! You'll
love them! They're so you!"
Kara began to take her clothes off, while still straddling Marc. She started
describing the purchases from her shopping spree. Marc fixated on her lovely
breasts as she pulled her top off and then undid her bra.
Holding up her bra and dangling in front of him, she said, "The first thing I
got you was a lovely bra, similar to this one. With matching panties of course!"
Marc looked at the black bra with lace trim.
"I also bought this garter belt and these stockings. Seemed stockings!" Kara
said, extracting the items from the bag and holding them for Marc to see. "And
look at this lovely slip. Feel how silky it is."
Kara said dragging the slip across Marc's bare chest.
Kara then continued her teasing. "These all go with the cute little black dress
I bought you." Kara said while pulling out the dress. "Look at it. Isn't it
darling?"
"Yes its very cute." Marc responded meekly.
"It's the perfect party girl dress! Ohhh, I feel something stirring down there!"
Kara laughed as she wiggled on top of Marc's crotch feeling his cock beginning
to harden.
Kara undoes her skirt, removes it, and then resumes sitting on top of Marc
rubbing her panties against his.
"You'll look so nice in these things don't you agree, dear?" Kara asks.
Marc, breathing heavy, answers, "Yes."
"You want to look lovely for me don't you, dear?"
Marc breathing heavier, again answers, "Yes."
Rubbing even harder and faster against his cock, Kara continues, "And you'll
wear whatever clothes I tell you, and wear your hair anyway I tell you. Won't
you, Marci?"
Marc, almost panting, responds, "Yes, yes!"
Pulling off her panties, and then pulling his panties down, Kara grabs Marc's
cock and rubs the head against her pussy.
Continuing her teasing, she adds, "Tell me how much you love being my little
sissy. My pretty, pretty little sissy!" She coos.
"Oh, I do love being your pretty little sissy!" Marc says uncontrollably.
"And does my little sissy want to be inside of me?" Kara asks placing the tip of
Marc's cock just inside her pussy.
"Yes, yes I need to be inside of you now!" Marc says increasingly loosing his
control.
"Then beg, my little sissy! Tell me what you'll do to be inside of me!" Kara
orders.
"I'll do anything, please! Please let me inside you!" Marc begs as Kara keeps
the head of his cock just touching her pussy lips.
"You'll wear dresses?"
"Yes!"
"You'll wear makeup?"
"Yes!"
"You'll get you're hair permed?"
"Yes!"
"You'll be my housewife or French maid or party slut or whatever I want you to
be?"
"Yes, yes, anything! Please! I need to be inside you!" Marc cries out almost in
tears.
"That's what I wanted to hear, Marci! You're all of those things aren't you?"
Kara exclaims as she thrusts Marc's cock into her.
Marc wraps his arms behind her shoulders to pull himself closer, rests his head
on her shoulder just like a woman would do, and moans loudly with ecstasy.
Writhing with pleasure, Kara pumps Marc just as a man would do.
She whispers in his ear. "Oh you sweet little thing. I love it when you submit
to me. You are so weak and vulnerable! So weak!"
Unable to maintain control, Marc then explodes inside her and moans, "Ohhhh,
ohhhh!" He quickly collapses in her arms.
"You naughty boy! How dare you come before me! Well, you'll just have to fix
that with your tongue now!" Kara inches up to his face and grabs a bunch of his
hair from the back of his head and guides his mouth to her dripping pussy.
"Get busy, sweetie!" Kara orders.
Marc complies obediently and begins lapping at her pussy with his tongue.
"Yes, that's it. Just like that! Very slowly." Kara grabs the headboard and
arches her back. "Oh yes, my little sweetie! Oh, yes!"
Quickly, she builds up to an orgasm and then explodes.
"Yes, yes, oh yes!" Kara cries out.
She then slumbers over the headboard in exhaustion. Panting, she slides down the
bed to lie next to Marc.
"Oh, we are going to have so much fun with our little dress-up game!" She
shouts.
And so started a routine of Kara teasing and tormenting poor Marc into sissy
submission.
*****
Over the next several months, Marc became quite adept at doing his hair and
makeup and coordinating every aspect of his feminine attire. For her own self-
amusement, Kara had ensured Marc got lots of practice. Marc practiced endlessly
setting and styling his hair, doing his nails, and applying makeup. Initial
periods of weekend practice were followed by weekly morning or evening sessions
and then evolved to extended periods of daily practice.
Kara often sat in amusement as Marc rose in the morning and went through a
morning ritual of sitting in front of the vanity mirror partially dressed in
panties, bra, stockings, and a slip, setting his hair and then applying his
makeup. He'd then scurry about preparing her morning coffee and breakfast. While
she sat in bed enjoying her breakfast and paper, Marc would finish the
transformation to Marci by slipping into a pretty dress or blouse and skirt,
then remove his curlers and style his lovely long curly hair.
After adding earrings, necklace, and a spritz of perfume, Marc would then
present himself to Kara. Depending on her mood, she might acknowledge his effort
or rebuff him by instructing him to change into a different outfit, completely
redo his makeup, or style his hair a dramatically different way. Marc was never
quite sure what to expect. The process made it difficult for him to ever be on
time for school or work.
During this time Kara had kept their 'games' private. Marc's tutelage was
structured around his working part-time and going to college part-time. His
appearance, however, increasingly took on an evident female tone thus subjecting
Marc to a lot of whispering behind his back. Try as he might to appear like a
guy, merely pulling his hair back into a ponytail and wearing male clothing did
little to conceal his obvious feminine characteristics. Most, thought he looked
like a girl in guy clothes. Kara did little to help the cause since requiring
him to curl his hair so often meant his ponytail often looked curly and girlish.
The required perfumes and powders resulted in him always seeming to have a sweet
scent, and the length of his nails were just a little too long and manicured for
a guy. The requirement to wear panties, nylons, and have his toenails painted at
all times was also a constant reminder to Marc of his feminine side, thus
inhibiting his ability to try and act male. Occasionally, an unwitting guy,
assuming he was a girl, would even try and hit on Marc. Life was increasingly
difficult and confusing for Marc.
Aside from their private games and the tutelage, Kara also occasionally
'exposed' Marc to others while dressed in female attire. This generally involved
inviting others to their home for large parties or going to other peoples'
parties. On some occasions, Marci would serve as a maid and other times,
especially at others' parties, Marci would just mingle as a 'woman.' The guests
were mostly people unaware of 'Marci.' They would assume Marci was a maid from a
catering service or a friend of Kara. A few, however, were 'in the know.' These
few, of course, included Julie and Sue. Sue enjoyed putting Marci into
predicaments by bringing men over to talk to her. The men were generally coached
by Sue about how 'easy' Marci was. The girls got a kick out of watching Marci
fend off advances, succumbing to requests for slow dances, being held close, and
kissed on the neck or groped. He was quite the party girl.
*****
During one of Kara's friend's parties, Marci looked especially provocative
wearing a very stylish short black spaghetti strap dress and 3-inch spike heels,
her long dark hair flowing with large soft curls, and her outfit accented by
large hoop earrings.
That evening, one man in particular became completely infatuated with Marci.
After numerous advances, a few dances and drinks, he began to sneak kisses.
Trying to avoid him, Marci slipped off to the bathroom. The man finally cornered
Marci just as she was exiting the bathroom. After blocking her exit, closing and
locking the door, the man began to passionately kiss and fondle Marci. Marci
struggled under his grasp.
After successfully fending off several attempts to place his hands under her
dress, she felt him place a hand on each of her shoulders and forcibly push her
down to her knees. There, Marci was confronted with the ultimate predicament.
Either comply or be found out. Marci succumbed. The man unzipped his pants,
grabbed the back of Marci's hair and guided Marci's mouth onto his cock. Marci's
heart pounded while trying to place a hand on his cock to regulate his thrusts
and avoid gagging. It was all happening so fast.
This only seemed to stimulate him more and the thrusts became deeper and
quicker. Rather quickly, Marci felt his warm cum shoot down her throat as the
man moaned long and deeply.
As Marci sat on her knees with head lowered trying to catch her breath, the man
zipped his pants, stood over her and said, "There, isn't that what you little
tease wanted?"
He then coldly left the bathroom leaving Marci stooped over on the bathroom
floor. Marci was shaken. Nothing like that had ever happened before. She
gathered herself and immediately went to get a drink. She quickly drank several
glasses of champagne and began to feel light headed. The evening was becoming a
blur. She slipped out to the patio to clear her head.
As Marci stood outside in the cool evening air gathering her thoughts, she heard
the patio door slide open and then close. Suddenly, another man approached her.
Hearing his voice she recognized him as someone she had danced with earlier and
shared a drink with.
He commented that he had wondered where she had gone and said she could catch
cold in the chilly air. She then realized he was right. She was shivering a bit.
He placed his arm around her to comfort and warm her. Shortly thereafter, he
began to whisper in her ear trying to sooth her and told her how beautiful she
was. A strange sense of comfort came over Marci.
Instead of pulling away she leaned into him and placed her head on his shoulder.
The thought of being held appealed to her at the moment. The man then eased her
down to a bench so they could sit next to each other with her head remaining on
his shoulder. He began to stroke her hair. Marci felt nice sensations taking
control of her body. The man repositioned himself, placed his hand beneath her
chin and slowly raised her lips to his.
Marci again offered no resistance. She looked into his eyes, tilted her head and
offered her bright red pouty lips. Closing her eyes she felt their lips come
together, accepted his tongue, and fell deeper into his embrace. His kiss was
very sensual. Marci could feel the sensations begin to engulf her body. She
began to melt. Her arm dropped and her hand accidentally fell onto his lap.
Suddenly, reality set in! Not only did she feel his cock stiffening, Marci could
feel her own cock beginning to harden and grow. The sensations were now replaced
with fright! His hand, which he had placed on her thigh to caress it, was now
inching its way up her leg closer to her crotch! Her cock was even harder now.
She sensed the bulge was now visible through her dress!
My God! Marci thought to herself. She was trapped in the same predicament again!
She tried to inch away but his grasp was too strong and he seemed unwilling to
let her go. In trying to reposition herself, she ended up on her knees in front
of him.
He broke their kiss long enough to smile and say, "Oh, I see. That is what you
prefer! No complaints here!"
With one arm completely wrapped around her he held her close and resumed kissing
her passionately, while he reached down with the other hand and began unzipping
his pants. After removing his cock, he lowered Marci's head. This time Marci
didn't feel forced. The man was gentle.
Again, seeing no escape, she offered no resistance. She reached out and placed
her hand around his cock. She paused for a second, catching a glimpse of her
fingers accented by their long red nails holding his cock. Her hand looked so
delicate, feminine and natural. However, she couldn't believe that she was about
to again suck another man's cock!
Taking a deep breath and exhaling, she slowly lowered her head and guided the
cock into her mouth. Instead of the rapid forcible thrusts she had endured in
the bathroom, she was able to regulate the activity this time. She licked and
sucked in slow sensual repetition. Slowly she felt him grow and begin to bulge.
He leaned his head back and arched his back moaning softly. Marci began to enjoy
giving him pleasure. She eased her mouth up and down to increase the sensations
both for him and her. Gradually, she raised her mouth to the top of his penis.
She angled her head in order to try and catch a glimpse of his face. But
suddenly and unexpectedly, as she placed her tongue on the tip of his penis, he
spurted cum all over her face.
The cum was everywhere. Shocked, Marci sat foolishly before him on her knees
with cum dripping all over her face. The man offered her his handkerchief. She
dabbed at her face trying not to smear her makeup. He then smiled and said she
might want to go to the bathroom and freshen up. Marci gave him a halfhearted
smile, agreed, and left for the bathroom.
On the way to the bathroom, it felt as though everyone was staring at her.
Finally within the sanctuary of the bathroom, she looked into the mirror and was
devastated. Not only had she succeeded in only wiping but a portion of the cum
from her face but she also saw that some had landed on her hair as well. Marci
felt so embarrassed. She knew that for all that had watched her make her way to
the bathroom, there was no doubt in anyone's mind as to her activities on the
patio! After freshening up her makeup and reentering the party, the looks on
those that had seen her moments before confirmed her suspicions! She immediately
set out to look for Kara. It was definitely time to go home!
"Have you seen Kara?" Marci asked in her best delicate voice.
"Why she left an hour ago." Answered Sara, Kara's friend. "She said she didn't
want to disturb you out on the patio." Sara said smiling. "She assumed Jim would
be giving you a ride home."
"No, Jim won't be giving me a ride home!" Mari stammered.
"But who then?" She added.
"Well, lets see. Luc lives near you two." Sara added.
"Luc?" Marci asked.
"Yes, he's a neighbor of Julie's. Quite a nice guy. A little pushy though.
Especially if he thinks you're French." Sara answered.
"That Luc?" Marci protested.
"Julie told me about him!"
"Oh he's really not so bad once you get to know him." Sara responded. "Here he
comes now! He must have heard us talking about him.
"Hey girls! What's up?" Luc asks in a pronounced suave voice.
"Luc this is Marci, Julie's friend. Marci, you're French Canadian aren't you?"
Sara asks with a smile.
Marci stares in horror back at Sara. Why would she say such a thing? She was not
in the mood for practical jokes.
"French Canadian, huh?" Luc said smiling.
"Oui!" Marci said sarcastically.
Luc laughed. "Hey, there's no drink in your hand. Let me get you something!"
"Sure." Marci answered sweetly, thinking she could duck out while he was gone.
Instead Luc held out his arm for Marci to accompany him. Marci reluctantly
interlocked arms with Luc and walked with him to the bar.
Luc proceeded to fix Marci a tall glass of some strange sweet mixture. He handed
it to her.
She tasted it and smiled. "This is very good!"
"Glad you approve." He answered.
Marci pursed her lips and sipped the straw delicately as she listened to Luc
ramble on about one boring story after another. Luc seemed to only talk about
money making. She remembered Julie saying the only good thing about him was that
he was rich and liked to throw his money around. Luc happened to mention that he
owned a Mercedes, which caught Marci's interest. For some reason she had always
wanted to ride in a Mercedes.
"Sara mentioned that you needed a ride home. I'd be happy to give you a lift is
you'd like." Luc commented.
Marci paused for a second and smiled. "Sure, why not! Sara said we're
practically neighbors!" Marci answered in a sweet tone, tilting her head
seductively.
Luc smiled. He was already warming up to this pretty French Canadian girl. "So,
what part of French Canada are you from?" Luc asked.
"What part?" Marci answered stalling for time. "Uh, Quebec."
"Really, you don't really have any accent."
"Well, we moved here when I was very little. How about you? Where were you
born?" Asked Marci trying to change the subject.
"Miami."
"That's a long way from Quebec."
"My mother was from France though."
"Oh, so that explains the name Luc."
"Yeah, always figured I'd end up with a French girl and keep the bloodline
going." Luc laughed.
Marci laughed too, at the irony. There was no chance of keeping any bloodline
going with her. Marci then finished her drink. She suddenly felt light headed
again. The drink had been too strong. Luc sensed she was a bit unstable and
suggested they leave. He found Marci's jacket and escorted her to the car.
*****
Luc opened the car door for Marci. Marci turned and sat down on the car seat,
then swung her legs into the car while holding her skirt in place.
Luc noticed how lady like her mannerisms were. Luc got in the car and started
the engine.
Marci complimented him on his car. "This is really a nice old car. It is so
roomy!"
"Yeah, you can't get a new one with this much room. I prefer the older ones!"
Marci slid to the middle of the bench seat admiring the soft leather interior
and looked at the radio.
"Go ahead turn it on. It works fine."
Marci turned it on as Luc began to drive off. She quickly found a station
playing romantic jazz and left it there. Easing back against the seat, Marci
felt Luc put his arm around her and pull her up next to him. Once again, Marci
felt the strength of a man's arm wrap around her shoulder.
Luc drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other around his pretty
French girl. Too tipsy to care, she relaxed and fell back against him. They
drove along several miles enjoying the closeness. Finally, Luc pulled onto a
street in the neighborhood where both he and Julie lived.
"So where exactly do you live?" Luc asked.
"Oh, you can pull up here. That will be fine." Marci answered pointing to a spot
on the street bordering several large apartment complexes.
Luc stopped the car and shut off the engine. Now comes the awkward part, thought
Marci.
Luc leaned back and let out a sigh. "What a night!" He said. "Just look at those
stars!"
Marci lowered her head onto Luc's shoulder to get a better look at the stars.
That was bright, she thought to herself. Now, he'll think I want to cuddle!
Sure enough, Luc began stroking her hair. Once again, though, Marci fell captive
to the slow soothing caressing feeling of a man's hand running through her hair.
There seemed to be something about that feeling! Instead of raising her head up
she continued to keep her head on his shoulder and moaned appreciatively.
Luc leaned over and kissed the top of her head. How sweet her hair smelled he
thought.
Marci's mind drifted. This was not supposed to happen, she thought to herself.
Luc continued to run his hand through Marci's hair. It felt so nice to Marci. He
then stroked the side of her face.
"Hmm, that's nice." Marci said instinctively.
Without thinking, Marci turned and kissed his hand as it passed over her face.
Luc passed his hand over her mouth to caress her other cheek and Marci again
kissed it. Luc then leaned over and kissed Marci's forehead. He began placing
small kisses along her hairline until reaching her ear. He slowly continued his
delicate kisses as Marci's mind drifted with the sensual pleasure.
Luc then lifted Marci's hair and began kissing her neck. Marci moaned with
pleasure. Her breathing increased noticeably. As they both repositioned
themselves, she fell into his arms. Placing her small hand against his cheek she
guided him to her lips. They embraced in a long passionate kiss.
Marci felt good. It was all wrong but it felt so right. She didn't care anymore.
She had already been seduced by two men that night and sucked their cocks. What
difference did it make if she allowed herself the pleasure of a third? The more
she thought about it the more she rationalized. This time she was hungry for
more. She kissed Luc passionately. She definitely wanted more!
He held her tight. What a woman, he thought. So sweet. So delicate. He felt so
lucky to have her in his arms.
"I bet I know what you want!" Marci said, slightly slurring her words.
"What?" Asked Luc.
"You want your dick sucked by a French whore!" Marci answered.
Luc was shocked! This was the last thing he expected to hear from this sweet
girl.
"I think you're a little drunk, Marci. You don't know what you're saying." Luc
said apologetically.
"Oh, I don't care! I know I'm drunk but I still know what you want. I know I'm
right Imagine me as your beautiful French Courtesan! You've slipped me away and
wish to take me! But no, you're a French gentleman and feel it's against you're
honor to take advantage of me!" Marci said letting her imagination run wild.
Luc couldn't believe his ears. Marci was talking him through one of his actual
fantasies!
"Go on." He instructed.
"You've seen me in court. You've wanted me for so long. But you are so afraid
someone will find out if you dare an advance! So you write me secret letters and
express you're distance admiration for my beauty. How you long for me, you tell
me! How I love reading your letters!"
Luc's breathing increases.
"Each day that passes you feel you must have me more and more! Such beauty so
near but so far from reality! If you could only feel my kisses. If only for a
moment."
Luc listens intently.
"Then one evening while you sit in your carriage awaiting to depart the court
you suddenly see me walking across the courtyard. Is this finally your chance to
steal a moment with me? You call out. I come running to your carriage. You
motion for me to enter. You take me into your arms and tell me how you've waited
for this moment!"
"Oh, I have Marci. I have!" Luc adds passionately letting his imagination sweep
him away.
"But how you ask? There is little time! And I, with so many layers of gowns. How
is it possible to express our passion?" Marci cries out.
Marci then turns over and faces Luc's crotch. "But, yes of course. There is a
way!" Marci says as she begins to lower Luc's zipper.
Luc's heart begins to race. He can't believe his eyes! Reaching in his pants she
removes his throbbing cock.
"Oh, yes! This is what us Courtesans are famous for! We know how to please the
gentlemen of the court. Even in the quickest of conditions." Marci says lowering
her mouth onto Luc's cock.
Kissing the head of his cock, she continues. "Oh, my yes. I too have waited for
this moment. I have stayed awake at night wondering how your cock would feel in
my delicate fingers, in my soft and moist mouth."
Luc's head falls back and he begins to moan. Marci's head begins to bob up and
down as she works her mouth up and down the shaft of Luc's cock. Luc is in
heaven. Marci removes it from her mouth and licks the side of his cock. Luc
moans even loader.
"Yes, how I've dreamed of this moment. I knew it would have to be this way. We
would only have a short few precious moments. I would have to pleasure you and
receive my pleasure this way."
Marci then presses her lips against the head of his cock and slowly lowers her
mouth until she has all of his cock inside her mouth. She quickens her motion.
Luc places his hand on top of her head. She can sense he is getting close. He
arches his back and pushes her head down.
Marci nearly gags he is so big. Her entire mouth is full of his cock. She can
feel it pressing deep against the back of her throat. Suddenly, Luc moans
loudly.
Marci feels a warm explosion inside her mouth. His cum streams into her mouth
and down her throat. It seems to last for a very long time. She feels his cock
gradually go limp in her mouth. She sucks it as she removes her mouth from it.
Her entire mouth feels numb! Rising up she kisses him on the cheek. He is still
catching his breath and sits silently and smiling with his eyes closed.
Moments later, when he awakes, Marci is gone! He realizes he must have dozed off
and she left. Luc feels terrible. He would have to find Marci! He would need
more of this beautiful French Courtesan!
THE END
Makenna
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