Nightclubbing In A Mini Skirt free porn video

NIGHTCLUBBING IN A MINISKIRT By Satinmaid, under direction from Mistress Lisa My girlfriend Jane asked me to wear a skirt for her one day. She just mentioned it straight out of the blue. I was sitting in the living room waiting for her to get ready as we were supposed to be going to a club. I had on black jeans, boots and a long sleeved black top under my leather jacket. The club was a sort of industrial/goth sort of place. Jane came into the living room. She looked great in her long, figure-hugging, deep purple velvet dress with black lace at the cuffs and neckline. It clung sexily to all her curves and only flared into a full skirt well below the knee. She had dark eye makeup, black lipstick and purple nail varnish that matched her dress. She would also wear a long, black velvet cloak. She was holding a black PVC mini skirt and a cropped jumper made of dark green chenille. "Would you wear this tonight?" she asked as she held the mini skirt out towards me. "Most of the people at the club wear weird things, I just thought you might like to as well. You always wear just jeans and a T-shirt. It gets a bit boring. Nobody would take a second look at you if you wore this. There have been much weirder people there and everyone just thinks it is cool." It was true, many of the people at the club looked like freaks but I didn't remember seeing any men wearing skirts. Cloaks, frilly shirts and maybe eyeliner or black lipstick or nail varnish but no skirts. Most of the men wore similar clothes to mine but maybe with a few more studs or bigger boots. Sometimes there were people who came in costume, dressed as Dracula or The Crow or Morticia Adams or something so I might not stand out too much in a skirt even though I never remembered seeing a man dressed as a woman there. I considered Jane's request for a moment and decided that some of the people there would think it was kind of cool. I didn't want to wear it though, just in case everyone laughed at me instead. "Don't be silly," I said, "why on Earth would I want to wear a skirt?" "For me perhaps?" replied Jane. "Because you like to do things to please me? She pouted and looked as if she was going to get annoyed at me for being awkward on purpose like this. "Wait a minute!" I held my hands up, "I'm not refusing because I want to upset you, I just don't want to wear a skirt. I'd feel really silly and look even sillier." "Well I think you'd look really good dressed a bit more weirdly. You'd look really cool in this skirt. is it because you'd rather have other women eyeing you up and you're afraid they won't if you wear a skirt?" This was definitely not the case. I was in love with Jane and no other woman could match up to her. As long as she thought I looked good it didn't matter if no-one else did. I told her this. "I only care whether you like the way I look or not. I don't care if the other women at the club don't even notice me as long as I still turn you on. I smiled to show her how much I loved her. "You know I'd do anything to please you." "Apparently not quite anything," she said as she thrust the mini skirt angrily at me. "I don't like the way you look now, it's boring. I think you'd look really sexy in this and it would turn me on to dance with you in it. It's not like I'm asking you to have a sex change or wear a skirt anywhere normal. You could at least wear something interesting on the occasional nights we go to the club even if you look boring everywhere else. You wouldn't be the only one wearing bizarre clothes that they wouldn't dream of wearing anywhere else. If you cared that much about me finding you attractive you would put this on for me tonight. You look so...so normal in those clothes, you can't even wear a bit of eyeliner or colour your hair or any other tiny thing that most people at the club do. Just for once I'd like you to really go for it and wear something outrageous to please me." The frown left her face and she smiled in a way that was at once innocent-looking and extremely seductive. It made my knees go weak. "I know you prefer me to wear skirts," she said, "so that you can just lift the skirt up if you have to have me straight away." I blushed, "That's not the only reason. You look really good in skirts. It's just a bonus that they can be lifted so easily." "Exactly," she said, "I think you would look gorgeous in a skirt, it would turn me on and when it did I could just push your skirt up round your waist and take you. Don't you think I'd like to do that to you? Are you going to pretend you wouldn't like it? If I felt like taking you I could just push your skirt up, lift mine up and have you right away." This combined with the smile and sexy stare she was giving me made me go hard in my boxer shorts. "Do you think I like having to fumble around with buttons and zips on your trousers?" she asked, "I know you think about sliding your hand up my skirt when I wear one. If it's short enough and I'm standing next to you, you actually do put your hand up it. I love you doing that and want you to know how good it feels. You prefer me to wear a nightdress instead of pyjamas for the same reason, don't you? I wish I could just push your nightie up sometimes, rather than having to mess about pulling your pyjama trousers off, it would be a lot less hassle." She knelt on the sofa next to me and leant forwards to kiss me. I could see down the top of her dress and was getting even more turned on. She whispered in my ear, stopping every few words to gently kiss my neck. "If you wear it I will be staring at you all night, looking at you in your skirt. I'll be wanting you to sit on my lap so I can touch your thighs like you do to me. It's dark in the club and no-one will see me sliding my hands up your skirt to touch your thighs" She was caressing my thighs through my jeans with her fingertips as she spoke. "Just think how much nicer it would be for me to be able to touch your bare thighs while you're sitting on my lap. Don't you want tot look good for me? Don't you want to turn me on?" I started to feel guilty - all she wanted to do was turn me on and for me to look really nice for her - and all I was doing was refusing. She was totally right, I did really like her wearing skirts for exactly those reasons and it was only reasonable that she might want to do the same things to me because they felt good. We knew some people at the club but they dressed extremely weirdly and would only make fun a little if I tried wearing something so strange. Jane's breasts were pressing against my arm as she kissed my neck, "Say you'll wear them for me, I'll make it worth your while.....later." She held the jumper up against me and laid the skirt on my lap to show me how it might look on me. She slid her hand up under the skirt to touch my thighs through my jeans again. "Wouldn't you like to see my hand going up your skirt? Wouldn't it feel good if I didn't have to touch you through those thick jeans? Say you'll wear a skirt for me, please." She sounded like a little girl and nibbled my earlobes. What could I do to that? She really wanted me to wear it, I wanted to please her and there was no real reason not to wear the skirt apart from the fact that I would be embarrassed. "Okay," I said, giving in, "I'll wear it this once. I hope this proves how much I love you and that I would do anything for you." She thanked me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. "You shouldn't say you'd do anything for me, you never know what I might ask. I love you for it though and may demand some things just to see how far you'll go for me. Believe me, you'll love wearing a skirt, everyone else will like it too." She jumped up from the sofa. "Well come on then, we have to get you ready to go out. We haven't got much time, Sophie and Marie will be here to pick us up soon." She dragged me by the arm into her bedroom. She threw the skirt and jumper onto the bed. "Get undressed then, hurry." I pulled my boots off and took off my top and jeans to stand in just my boxers and socks. "You can't wear those socks with a skirt," said Jane, "take them off. You might as well take off those boxer shorts as well. You complain about them being loose and uncomfortable when you wear them with those baggy shorts you have. They'll probably be even more uncomfortable under a skirt." I stripped off completely while she looked in her drawers to see if I had left any underpants here. When she turned back from the drawer she was holding a skimpy pair of black silk panties. She looked at me appreciatively as I stood there, nude and vulnerable under her stare and said, "Here, try these on. I couldn't find any of your other underpants but these should be tight enough to hold you in, so it's not hanging out like with your boxers. They should also hold back any bulge if I turn you on by putting my hand up your skirt." She threw them to me and I caught them. "I can't wear women's underwear! What if someone sees?" She frowned at me, "Who were you planning on lifting you skirt for then? Just because I ask you to wear a sexy skirt, you don't have to turn into a tart. It had better be just me who you let look up your skirt." I assured her that wasn't what I meant. "If it's just me who's going to see up it," she said, "then it won't matter if you wear them because I already know about them. I think they'd look good. I also think you'd like the feel of being touched through them. Go on, wear them for me. You'll be wearing a skirt anyway, what difference does it make what I want you to wear underneath it. It'll be our little secret, it'll be fun!" When she put it like that, I supposed it didn't make any difference. I could hardly be more embarrassed wearing panties no-one could see than a skirt that everyone could see. "Okay then," I agreed, "if you really want me to. But don't tell anyone, it's bad enough that they'll see me in a skirt. They'll think I'm a right weirdo if they find out I'm wearing silk panties under it. Haven't you got any a bit less frilly and feminine?" "No, sorry. Most of my panties are thongs, which wouldn't hold you in at all and would be very uncomfortable. Most of the rest of them would be too loose to hold you in. This is the only pair I've got that would fit someone with those extra male bits. I have got some silk French knickers but they'd probably be as uncomfortable as your boxers. It has to be these." I was still a bit wary of putting them on but Jane took them out of my hands and knelt down in front of me. She stroked my legs gently with the panties. "Doesn't the material feel nice?" I nodded, being caressed with the silk was sending shivers up me. She saw I was starting to go hard and said, "That's why we need something to hold you in," she kissed my erection, leaving a lipstick mark. "An un-feminine bulges like that will ruin the look of the skirt." She stated to caress my erection with the panties then kissed it through them. "Wouldn't it be nice if I could put my hand up this skirt and touch you through this material? Wouldn't it turn you on?" I moaned and nodded, it felt wonderful. She held the panties down by my feet for me to step into them then pulled them slowly up my legs. As they reached past my knees and reached my thighs it became obvious that they were too small for me. I let out a gasp which was half relief at not having to wear the panties and half frustration at not being able to have her touch me through them later. At least, I though to myself, the skirt might not fit either and I would be able to put my jeans back on. "I've got another idea," said Jane as she started looking through her chest of drawers again. She came back over and knelt at my feet again, this time holding out something black and lacy for me to step into. Whatever they were they looked bigger than the silk panties. She had it rolled up in her hands so I could not tell what it was. Panties she had forgotten she had, I supposed. I stepped into the underwear she held and she tugged them up my legs and into place round my hips. The material was a sort of stretchy lace with a satin panel at the front. She didn't stop tugging it up when she got to my hips though. She pulled it up further and made me put my arms through a thin strap at each shoulder. She had pulled it tight into my crotch and everything was held in fairly flat at the front. I looked down to see what she had put on me. It was a black lace and satin teddy. It was elastic lace that clung sexily to my body and the satin panel that ran from crotch to bra cups felt lovely as she smoothed the teddy down over my body. I was astonished, I'd never imagined that such underwear could feel so nice. Especially as her fingernails brushed me through the satin. I had seen her wearing this underwear before and as far as I was concerned it was the sexiest thing she owned. I loved to touch her through the satin panel, kissing her all the way up her body through it, from her crotch to her breasts. She seemed to love it when I did that and now she treated me to the same sensations. She kissed my erection through the satin material and slowly worked her way up, past my belly to my satin covered nipples. I gasped and grabbed her to kiss her, I wanted her right away. She pushed my searching hands away though and said, "We haven't got time for that now, I'll ravish you when we get back. I want to be watching you in a skirt all night, thinking about what I'm going to do to you and how nice you look in just that underwear. When we get back I can push your skirt up round your waist, undo the poppers on the teddy and take you." The teddy had two small poppers in the crotch which were extremely easy to undo. I loved it when she wore it under a dress because it was easy to get to her even when she was fully dressed. I suppose it was quite natural for her to want the same for me. The underwear was tight across my chest though and she noticed me tugging at it. She came round behind me and said, "Stop pulling it like that. I know it's tight, it's supposed to be. It's meant to push your breasts together to give you more of a cleavage. Here, let me." She reached round in front of me and slid her hand inside one of the cups which was an exciting feeling - her standing behind me fondling my breast. She grabbed a handful of my chest and pushed it inside the bra cup of the teddy. She did the same with the other side. I didn't have any breasts or even much flab there but the teddy squeezed what little I did have forwards. It didn't make me look like I had large breasts but combined with the padding in the cups there was a definite girlish look to my profile now, along with a very slight cleavage. She massaged my small 'breasts' through the satin cups for a moment as she kissed my neck from behind. "It's a shame we haven't got time to wax your chest and legs," she said, "but I'm sure we can do that for next time. At least you had a shave earlier. Here, put these on to hide you leg hairs." She handed me a pair of tights still in the packet. They said they were 70 denier opaque shiny tights. I opened the pack and she helped me slide them up my legs and pull them into place around my hips. "I thought you said you wanted to touch my bare thighs up my skirt?" I asked, "They won't be bare in these." "Never mind," she replied, "your legs will be almost bare and it will be more tantalising for you. Being touched will make you wish you had bare legs and they'll be easy enough to pull down later. If I'm going to take you up against the wall as soon as we get back then I only have to pull them down a little way, I might even rip them straight off you." She handed me the skirt to put on. It was a fairly tight fit round my bottom but just loose enough in front that it didn't show my hard-on. The skirt also allowed enough room for Jane to slide her hand up it, which she did as soon as she had zipped the skirt up at the back. "Wow!" she gasped, "That looks really good on you." She fondled my bottom through the PVC as she kissed me roughly on the lips. I could tell she was getting really turned on. Her other hand was caressing me through the teddy. "I don't suppose I can convince you to wear just the skirt and the teddy?" she asked, "they look great together, I might not let you wear a jumper after all." I shook my head, there was no way I was going to wear just a skirt and sexy underwear, it would be too weird. She sighed and said, "Okay then, I thought not. The jumper will look good on you too and I can think about what you're wearing underneath. The jumper will hide your hairy chest as well." I pulled it on over my head. It was very figure hugging and was cropped so that the bottom of the jumper just reached the waistband of the skirt. If I had lifted my arms up then the teddy would be visible as the hem of the jumper rose. The short, fitted jumper accentuated my hips and Jane said that she thought it made the skirt look as if it were stretched even tighter across my bottom. It also showed two bumps where the padding of the teddy pushed the front of it out. The bumps did look quite cute though and I thought that it was probably not enough for people to notice. Jane said the whole outfit looked wonderful on me except that my hairy legs cold still be seen through the tights. Not obviously but they could still be seen. "It will be dark in the club, does it matter?" I asked. Jane nodded absently thought for a moment then dug in her drawers again. She pulled out a rolled up pair of socks, "Try these." I took them from her and unrolled them. They were long black socks. I shrugged and pulled the first one up my leg. It came up to my thigh, about three inches below the hem of my skirt. The top was elasticated with frilly lace and a black silk ribbon threaded through so that they held themselves up. I pulled the other one on and looked in the mirror. My hairy legs were much better hidden. Only three inches of my thighs showed and you couldn't see the hairs on them through the tights unless you looked really closely. I had seen Jane wear these thigh socks with sheer tights underneath and a mini skirt and I thought it looked really sexy. "Shoes now," she said, "those huge clumsy boots of yours won't do and I'm not sure if any of mine will fit. She passed me a pair of shoes with a small heel. "Try these on to see if my shoes will fit you then I can find you something more appropriate if they do." I tried them on but they were very tight. "Maybe a slightly bigger pair of my shoes will fit....here try these." The shoes she was holding were basically just house shoes. They were black velvet with black rubber soles and a little strap across the top of the foot to hold them on. They wouldn't have been much use for day to day wear or wandering round all day shopping or something but they would be quite comfortable for an evening out. "You can try on my other shoes and boots tomorrow. These will do for tonight. I don't think we have time now for you to get used to high heels. Next week when we go to the club will be different. I'll train you in proper shoes during the week." I put the shoes on then stood up and did a twirl for Jane to see my outfit. She clapped her hands then kissed me passionately again. "A few final touches and you will look completely sexy." She went to her dresser and handed me some silver bangle to put on my wrist and a black satin 'scrunchie' hairband for the other wrist. Then she put a plain black velvet choker round my neck. "Lovely! That did the trick." She kissed me again. There was the sound of a car horn from outside and she pulled away. "That's Marie and Sophie to pick us up. I can't wait to see what they think of your outfit, I'm sure they'll love it as well. Sophie mentioned the other week that you always wear really boring clothes and I should try to make you dress a bit more interestingly. It's a shame we haven't got time to do your makeup, a bit of black lipstick and eyeliner would make you look even more sexy." She slipped her shoes on, threw me one of her leather jackets - a short one, only slightly longer than the jumper - and we were out the door before I even had time to panic about going out in a skirt. The two girls waiting for us in the car squealed in delight when they saw me. Sophie drove off as we climbed into the car. I could see her looking at me in the rear-view mirror. "He needs some makeup, Jane. To make him look even prettier," she said. "Why isn't he wearing high heels?" asked Marie, "and pretty nail varnish? I have some makeup here if you want to do him now. We should make him look as much like a woman as possible if we're going on the train." Now I started to panic. "On the train? Why aren't we driving there?" "Something came up," said Sophie, "I have to get to a friend's house so I can't come clubbing tonight but I'll drop the three of you off at the underground station." "No way! I am not getting on the underground in a skirt." I turned to Jane, "It would be even more embarrassing than at the club. What if there's no seats and I have to reach up to hold a handstrap? Everyone will see the teddy I'm wearing." Sophie and Marie squealed again, "He's wearing a teddy?" they asked, "Oh please let us see it." "No, I don't want anyone to see it, it's bad enough that Jane has seen me in it." "What's it like, Jane?" asked Marie, "Is it a very sexy one?" "Yes," replied Jane, "look." Before I could stop her, Jane had pulled the front of my jumper up to show the other two the sexy lace and satin underwear I had on. I struggled and tugged the jumper down, but not before they got a good look. "He's got a cleavage!" exclaimed Marie at the sight of my padded chest being pushed together by the cups on the underwear. "Shame about his hairy chest - it needs waxing." "So do his legs," added Jane, "but we didn't have time. I'll make sure his chest and legs are nice and smooth the next time we all go clubbing." "I don't want to be waxed!" I protested, "It's a stupid idea. No-one can see my legs or chest so it doesn't mater does it?" I hadn't wanted to wear this stuff at all. I was very embarrassed but had done it for Jane. I wasn't going to be waxed as well! "But it would look so much better if you had smooth legs," said Jane, "That skirt would look sexier on you for a start, or you could wear my Lycra mini skirt with sheer nylons and high heels." The other two agreed heartily with the idea, saying I would look sexy and Jane was lucky to have someone like me who would dress outrageously to please her. "You could make him wear a low-cut blouse with his nice boobs," put in Marie as she brought her makeup out of her bag, "he'd look great." She turned to me and said, "I'm so glad you decided to wear something less boring, you'll be the coolest-looking person at the club tonight. But you would look so much better if you were waxed. Close your eyes, I'm going to do your makeup so no-one realises that you are a man on the underground. We don't want you being too embarrassed, do we?" "Can't we just go back home and get my trousers and coat? I'll take them off when we get to the club, I promise." "No time, we're running a bit late already," replied Jane, "Now let Marie do your makeup." I sighed and closed my eyes while she put dark eye shadow on my lids. She brushed mascara on my eyelashes then ordered me to open my eyes and keep very still while she applied lots of eye-liner. Next came black lipstick and before I could stop her, a squirt of perfume. Marie was wearing a black velvet Alice band in her hair which she removed and put on me. My hair was longish and when she fluffed it up with hairspray, back-combed it a bit and put the hair band in, it looked completely feminine. I looked at myself in her hand mirror and was surprised, I did look like a woman. Maybe I would get away with this after all. I could wash the makeup off when we got to the club so that I wouldn't be mistaken for a woman while we were there. It would still be embarrassing to be wearing a skirt but at least it might just seem like odd clothes rather than like me being a drag queen or something. The girls squealed and clapped at my now total transformation and Jane had an excited sparkle in her eyes. Her hands kept accidentally' touching my thighs and caressing them with her fingernails. I recognised the look on her face, she wanted me and was thinking about taking me. It started to turn me on. Maybe this wasn't so bad, if all I had to do to turn her on this much was to wear something sexy but feminine. A couple of minutes later Sophie said, "Right, we're here. I hope you three girls have a nice time tonight." They all laughed at me being included with the girls. Sophie turned to me and said, "Watch out for the men there. I'm sure you'll get several offers of drinks or to dance." "They'd better not," said Jane, "she's mine!" They giggled again as we got out of the car. I was scared stiff at being seen in public wearing a skirt and makeup but nobody really took a second look. A few men did but they were looking at my legs and shiny PVC clad bottom rather than looking as if they realised I was male. It was the same sort of look I had seen other men giving Jane when we went out together. I began wishing that it wasn't late summer so that it would have gotten dark earlier in the evening and people wouldn't have been able to see me so well. Sophie drove off and we went down into the tube station to get our tickets. On the escalator down to the platform, Jane was on the step in front of me. She suddenly turned round and her hand shot up my skirt. I gasped and tried to turn so that no-one could see what she was doing. I don't think anyone noticed but several people did look round when I gasped louder as her hand reached my erection. A few men were staring at the three of us as we waited on the platform. I suppose we looked a little odd but no weirder than plenty of other women to be seen around London. Marie was wearing a black silk halter neck top which left her midriff bare to expose her pierced navel. She also had on black satin hotpants, sheer black tights and spike-heeled ankle boots. Over it all she wore a long leather coat. Her makeup was similar to mine. I think Marie and Jane got most of the appraising look, at least I hoped they did. I certainly didn't want to be feminine enough for men to fancy me. I didn't mind too much if they looked at my legs because I knew men automatically looked at anyone wearing a short skirt, whether she was pretty or not. I didn't want to be pretty enough for anyone to actually find me attractive, apart from Jane of course. Unfortunately, at least one of the men was definitely leering at me. The train turned up a few minutes later and the three of us got on. It was busier than usual and there were only two seats left, next to each other. Jane and Marie grabbed them before I had a chance. Normally in that situation, Jane would have sat on my lap. I liked it when she did that and she seemed to as well. The only other available seat was right at the other end of the carriage, next to the man who had been leering at me. I definitely didn't want to sit there. "You can sit on my lap if you like," said Jane, "or you can hold a handstrap so I can see your underwear when the jumper rides up." Obviously I decided to sit on her lap. I felt stupid but what else could I do? I didn't want the men in the carriage getting turned on by the glimpse of my sexy underwear. I sat on Jane's lap and she rested a hand on my knee. The other hand slipped inside the back of my jumper to caress me through the teddy. As we passed through several stops, her hand gradually moved further up my leg until the tips of her fingers were just inside the hem of my skirt. I put my hands in my lap to hide what she was doing and try to move her hand away but she resisted and pushed her hand further up my skirt until she was touching me through the satin crotch of the teddy. Marie was just sitting there giggling at the look of panic and terror on my face as Jane lifted her knees slightly, making me lean back towards her involuntarily. She had taken her other hand from inside my jumper and used it to pull my face towards hers. She kissed me slowly and I forgot about the other people in the carriage and responded to her kiss and her caresses up my skirt. The kiss was unlike any other I had ever experienced. Our lips were slippery because we were both wearing full lipstick. It was remarkably sensual. After a moment she pulled back and checked my lipstick. "It's smudged a bit but we can easily fix that. It's lucky we're both wearing the same colour!" Soon it was our stop and she pushed me off of her lap. As she stood up she slapped my bottom, "Come on you sexy bitch," she said aloud, "this is our stop." Everyone stared at us as we left the tube and I must have turned bright red, I had never been so embarrassed. Not only did everyone on the train think that I was a woman, they also thought I was a lesbian. Jane forced her hand up my skirt again on the escalator but eventually we reached the club. As we went in there was a quick search to see that no-one had a weapon or drugs. There was a quick pat-down. There were a couple of female bouncers to search the women and I blushed again as one of them came over to search me. I went with Jane and Marie to the women's cloakroom to check our coats and was informed that neither of them had anything with them to remove my makeup so I would have to keep it on. Jane didn't seem to mind at al, in fact I think she was pleased. She insisted on touching up my lipstick before we left the cloakroom. We went out into the bar area of the club and the skirt was tight about my thighs as I walked, forcing me into smaller, more feminine steps. It clung sexily to my bottom so I was aware of what I was wearing and how different it felt to my jeans. In the dark of the club I didn't feel quite so self- conscious about what I was wearing and managed to convince myself that everyone wasn't staring at me. I relaxed enough to notice how nice and comfy the jumper was, the soft chenille clinging tightly to my body through the teddy. Jane sipped her hand round my waist and steered me towards the bar with her hand on my bottom. I snuggled close to her, my arm round her waist and our hips pressed together as we walked. We got a few glances from people but there was a good atmosphere in this place and they probably assumed that we were just close friends. We ordered our drinks and the young woman serving us didn't notice that I was a man. I thought I had got away with it until she came back with our change and Jane said, "What do you think of my boyfriend's outfit? That skirt suits him doesn't it?" The barmaid stared at me and looked surprised. "You got your boyfriend to dress like that? Wow! I'm impressed, he looks great." She gestured at a man serving at the other end of the bar, "I wish I could get my bloke to do the same, look at the state of him." She looked back at me and asked, "What's your name honey?" I was about to reply when Jane broke in and said, "His name's Fay. Sorry, I mean her name is Fay." The two of them laughed and the barmaid said, "You look really good, Fay. I may have to dance with you later if your woman doesn't mind me borrowing you. See you later." She turned to serve someone else and we walked over to the table where Marie was chatting to a woman she knew. I had seen her before but didn't know her. I was wondering whether Jane was going to tell the woman that I was her boyfriend and that she seemed to have decided that my name was now Fay. Fortunately the other woman was on her way to the bar and had just stopped to say hello to Marie. As we sat down I asked Jane why she had called me Fay. "I was thinking what name would suit you if you really were as feminine as you look. I decided on Fay, it's a pretty name and I read somewhere that it means fairy or changeling" "So you're calling me a fairy?" She smiled and caressed my thing again, "Only if you want to be my fairy princess. I've got an old bridesmaid dress somewhere at home. I thought it made me look like a big, fussy pink meringue but I think it would suit you. Do you want to try it on tomorrow and be my fairy princess? I shook my head, shocked at the idea. It was plenty bad enough that she had made me come here wearing a mini skirt without calling me by a girl's name and wanting me to wear a frilly pink dress. Before I could get too annoyed at the thought, Jane laughed as if it had been a joke and the two of them started to drag me up to dance. I was never too good at dancing at the best of times but in a skirt that restricted my movements I was appalling. In the end Jane pulled me close to her and led. I took much smaller steps and found that I was swaying my hips more. I tried to copy what she was doing and soon got the hang of it. My dancing was fairly feminine and from the look on Jane's face, she thought it was quite sexy. I noticed what I was doing and realised that I was dancing in the same way Jane did when she wanted to turn me on. It was definitely the way a sexy woman dances and it began to make me feel sexy. I could feel the skirt tight against my nylon-clad legs and the teddy was sliding sexily against my body. I was almost glad that I looked so much like a woman as I would have looked extremely silly if I had obviously been a man in a skirt dancing this way. A few men were gazing at us, probably getting turned on and a couple even tried to cut in and dance with us but we moved away. Jane pulled me close to her again and I could hear that she was almost breathless as she began to kiss my neck. Her hips ground against mine and I knew that she could feel my erection pressing against her. She slid one hand up the back of my jumper while the other grasped my bottom roughly through the PVC skirt. She kissed me hard and our bodies were still swaying together. I had my arms round her, touching her through the tight velvet dress, I could feel that she was not wearing any underwear. Eventually we broke the kiss and she took my hand and led me back to the table. "You are so sexy! I should have made you dress a bit more interestingly a long time ago. And you thought you'd feel silly. I bet you feel a lot sexier than you would have in jeans." I wasn't entirely sure that I was feeling sexier because of what I was wearing, I though it was probably just because Jane was acting more turned on than usual when we danced. I couldn't find the words to explain so I left it with just agreeing that I felt much sexier than usual. She seemed pleased at that. I'd relaxed a bit by then and the rest of the night was nowhere near as scary as coming here in the first place had been. The barmaid did come and ask to dance with me and Jane insisted that I accept her offer, even though I didn't want to. The barmaid started off with her hands round my waist but one slid round to caress my bottom and the other moved down my leg until it rested on my thigh and she flicked her fingertips up my skirt. As we moved, the skirt started to ruck up and she slid her hand further up my thigh, making it seem as if it where happening because of how we were moving. I pulled away and tugged the hem of my skirt back down, suddenly panicking that the skirt was way too short. Then I started trying to dance sexily, the way I had been with Jane. I thought that if the barmaid was busy watching me then she wouldn't be trying to grope me. She was indeed too busy to touch me and watched with a strange expression on her face. As soon as the song finished I thanked her and made to return to Jane. The barmaid grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. She forced her tongue past my painted lips as I struggled to get away from her. Embarrassed, I nearly ran back to Jane who sat there with an excited smile. The barmaid followed me over and said, "Thanks for the dance, Fay." Then she turned to Jane, "Sorry I kissed Fay just then, it's just that she's irresistible. I don't know how you keep your hands off her." "This is the first time I've got her to dress like this," replied Jane, "and it's extremely difficult not to just rape her right now. I'm definitely going to have her dress lots in the future." "I don't blame you. If she was mine I would start by throwing away all of her male clothes. Then I would make her wear some very sexy lingerie and do a strip for me. She sure is a sexy dancer." "I think I might do that sometime, I'll be getting her some sexy underwear tomorrow anyway." I blushed as these two women discussed me as if I was a possession. It gave me a strange feeling for them to act as if I belonged to Jane. It was also a strange feeling to be referred to as 'she' and 'her'. It wasn't a nasty feeling, just an odd one. The barmaid had to go back behind the bar and the rest of the night was quite uneventful. Jane had been turned on by watching me dance with the barmaid and said it was different just watching me to actually dancing with me. She could see how sexy and feminine I looked to others. "Just don't make me dance with a man, that's all," I said, "because I won't do it. I didn't even like dancing with another woman. I'm not having a man trying to grope my bottom, that's your job." She smiled, "Then it's your job to wear sexy skirts that make me want to grope you, Fay." Eventually the night came to an end and we were faced with either catching a cab or walking several miles to the nearest bight bus stop. Marie suggested sleeping at her house as it was the nearest and would save cab fare. She only lived about five stops from us on the underground and we could easily et home in the morning. We decided that we would stay at Marie's for the night, we had occasionally stayed before at her after the club. The cab driver eyed all three of us up as we got into the cab and I crossed my legs when I noticed that he had adjusted the angle on his mirror to try and look up my skirt. I didn't like the feeling I had when I saw him looking in the mirror but I suppose it must have been because I was the only one wearing a mini-skirt. I tugged my skirt down and I guess it must have been a very feminine thing to do because Jane whispered to me, "You're really getting the hang of being a girl quite fast, Fay. I can't wait to see how girly you can be when I've got you alone." When we got to Marie's house, she went upstairs to sort out the spare room while Jane and I went into the kitchen to make hot chocolate for us all. As I was standing at the cooker, Jane came up behind me and started kissing the back of my neck as she slid one hand up the skirt to caress me through the crotch of the teddy. The skirt rucked up but she wouldn't let me tug it back down. Her other hand went up the front of my jumper to touch my nipples through the satin cups of the underwear she had made me put on. She took her hand from up my skirt (I was actually quite disappointed as well as relieved) and I tugged it back down round my thighs. Suddenly she pulled the jumper up and was yanking it off over my head before I realised what she was up to. She danced out of my way as I tried to grab it back off her and she quickly put it on over her dress. "It's my Jumper, Fay," she said, "and I want it back. I didn't want you to wear it anyway. That teddy looks sexy with the skirt and I want to see you in just them." She kept moving round the table away from me as she was talking but eventually came near and started kissing me passionately. I forgot about the jumper for a couple of minutes. I heard Marie coming back down the stairs and stopped kissing Jane and tried to get her to give me the jumper. She moved out of reach again and instead I panicked and tried to find something to hide behind so that Marie wouldn't see me in this underwear. There wasn't anything to hide behind as Marie looked surprised as she entered and saw what I was wearing. She had removed her makeup and changed into a long white silk nightdress with a matching negligee. "Are you hot, Fay?" she asked, then noticed Jane wearing the jumper, "or was Jane cold?" She looked back to me, "I could lend you a blouse if you want?" I blushed and shook my head. I couldn't think of anything to say and just mumbled, "No thanks, I'm fine." She smiled, "Great, that really suits you. Is it yours or did you borrow it from Jane?" "It's Jane's!" I cried. "If you say so, Fay. There's no need to be shy that you have such pretty underwear. I don't mind if you want to sit around in your lingerie. Take the skirt off as well if you like." She acted like she believed the teddy was mine and not Jane's no matter how much I protested. I sat down and started drinking my hot chocolate. Marie sat down next to me and Jane went upstairs to the bathroom. She came down a short while later. She had also removed her makeup and had changed into black satin pyjamas which Marie had obviously left out in the spare room. "These are really nice, Marie," said Jane as she smoothed the pyjamas down over her body. "Thanks for letting me borrow them. She winked at Marie who looked like she was about to say something but just giggled instead. I felt a bit weird sitting there in my skirt and teddy and being the only one wearing makeup. I was about to go and wash my makeup off and get changed but Jane told me to sit down and whispered to me that I wasn't allowed to take my skirt off yet as she hadn't finished putting her hand up it. Soon we all went off to bed. I went into the bathroom to wash and was soon back in the spare bedroom. As I walked in Jane closed the door and locked it then turned round to face me. She had removed the pyjama trousers and I stared lustfully at her long, bare legs. The look she gave me smouldered. She grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall as she kissed me roughly. It started turning me on and she grabbed my erection through the front of my skirt. We both moaned with pleasure as she did so. She dropped to her knees in front of me and caressed the tops of my legs, sliding her hands slowly up the skirt as she kissed my thighs through the tights. Her hands found the top of my tights and began to tug them down. I ran my fingers through her hair as she knelt before me. She pulled the tights and thigh socks right down and I stepped out of the shoes so she could take them completely off me. I stood there gasping with the skirt rucked up and Jane kneeling in front of me. She was moaning softly as she looked and could see slightly up my skirt from where she knelt. She pushed the skirt up round my waist and began to kiss my erection through the satin crotch of the teddy. Then she stood up and kissed me roughly again before grabbing my wrist and dragging me towards the bed. "I want to watch you take your skirt off, Fay. Undo it and let it slip to the floor." I was about to do this when I noticed a pink silk nightie lying on the bed. Apart from the colour, it was a match for the one Marie had been wearing. I realised that Marie must have left the nightie out for Jane and the pyjamas out for me. No wonder she giggled when she saw Jane in the pyjamas, she had realised that Jane meant for me to wear the nightie. I grabbed it and was about to confront her with it but she kissed me roughly again, took the nightie from my hands and threw it onto the pillow. "There's plenty of time for you to wear the pretty nightie later, darling," she said. "Take your skirt off, I want to see you in just the teddy." She grabbed my crotch through the front of the skirt again then stood back to watch as I let the skirt fall round my ankles. I stepped out of it and made no attempt to hide the bulge in the front of the teddy. Jane's eyes were fixed on the satin crotch of my underwear and she was breathing heavily. She gave me a shove and I fell backwards onto the bed. Instantly Jane was on top of me, straddling me and pinning my arms to my sides with her legs. She reached down, cupped my tiny 'breasts' through the satin cups of my lingerie then kissed me roughly on the lips again. Her tongue forced its way deep into my mouth. I had never seen her so passionate. She kissed my nipples through the satin once again and sat back upright. With one hand she slowly began to undo the buttons on the pyjama top she wore and with the other she reached behind herself and began touching me through the crotch of the teddy again. I struggled but my arms were pinned to my sides by her legs and she squeezed her thighs tighter together every time I tried to free my hands to touch her. I could just about reach to caress her inner thighs with the fingertips of each hand. She removed her pajama top and I went even harder at the sight of her naked breasts. She started to grind her hips, moving slowly down my body until she was rubbing against my erection. I would have been penetrating her if the crotch of the teddy had been undone. I could see that she was getting more and more excited. So was I, I just wished that I could move my hands to touch her. She reached behind herself again and fingered me through the satin crotch. I gasped as her fingernail flipped one of the fasteners open. I gasped again as she undid the other one. My arms were still trapped as she moved further down my body and settled over my erection, her eyes widening with a gasp as I pushed hard into her. A shudder went through her as she orgasmed and she began to slowly move her hips, making it last longer. She moved her legs slightly and as I pulled my arms free she grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on her breasts. I touched them gently at first but she still had hold of my wrists and made me squeeze and fondle them. She started to pull the teddy up my body and I let her pull it off over my head. She was still moving around, her hips making her caress my erection. I was lying there gasping with pleasure at what she was doing to me and delighting in the firm touch of her nipples in my hands. Jane grabbed the nightie she had thrown on the pillow and started to pull it over my head. I tried to stop her but she stopped moving and began to pull away from me. I would have done anything right then to stay inside her so I let her pull the nightie down over my body. I was disappointed when she made me stand up and let the nightie hem fall round my ankles. She was looking at my erection poking through the material as I stood in front of her. She grabbed it and started to touch it through the silk. Then she knelt in front of me again and started to kiss and lick it through the material. She closed her mouth over my silk covered erection and pulled away just as I thought I couldn't take it any more. She pushed me roughly back onto the bed and straddled me quickly, pinning my arms again. She started tugging the front of the nightie, making the hem rise. Soon my erection was free of the material and she allowed me to slide back into her. A few more thrusts of her hips and we orgasmed at the same time. She nearly collapsed on my chest and allowed me to free my arms to hold her as she lay on me. I was still inside her and could feel her muscles twitching with the aftershocks of the orgasm. She whispered things to me, things about me being a sexy bitch, calling me Fay when she told me that she loved me. I was nearly asleep when she eventually slipped off me and left to go to the bathroom. I was fast asleep in my pink nightie when she came back in. It was the most comfortable and deep sleep I had had for ages. I awoke the next morning fully refreshed and feeling great. Jane had held me all night, resting my head on her breast and gently circling my nipple with her fingernail. The feeling of her body in the satin pajamas moving against my silk clad body sent thrills through me all night. I dreamt that Jane made me wear silk nighties all the time. In the dream she threw all my clothes and bought me a load of pink silk nighties because she wanted to touch me through them the whole time. Jane had left the bedroom by the time I awoke and I could faintly hear voices downstairs. I climbed out of bed and went through to the bathroom for a wash, still wearing the nightie as I was strangely reluctant to take it off. Back in the bedroom I realised that the only clothes I had brought to Marie's house with me were jumper and skirt that Jane had made me wear last night. I paled at the thought of having to wear them on the tube home. I had managed last night though and I was sure that I could manage today as well. That was if I couldn't convince Jane to go home and fetch me some clothes. Next I realised that the jumper and skirt I had worn were missing, along with the satin and lace teddy. Jane's velvet dress was lying on the end of the bed but there was no way it would fit me, it looked like it was painted on when Jane wore it. She hadn't worn underwear last night so there was not even a pair of knickers I could wear. I had to go downstairs in just the nightie. Jane and Marie were having breakfast and chatting. Jane was wearing the PVC skirt and chenille jumper. She jumped up to kiss me. "Did you sleep well darling? Was the nightie comfortable?" I nodded. As I hugged her I felt the teddy through the back of the jumper. Jane whispered to me, "I hope you don't mind if I wear these clothes today. It's just nice knowing you wore them especially for me last night. It's kind of sexy. The skirt's a little big but I did buy it for you, not me. Don't worry though, you can have it back later and wear it any time you want. Definitely every week at the club though....unless we get you some more." What could I do but tell her I didn't mind her wearing them? I was going to ask her to go back and fetch my clothes anyway so what did it matter if I sat and waited at Marie's in a nightie instead of a mini skirt? I had been surprised that she had gone out and bought a skirt for me and assumed that she could convince me to wear it. She had been right though. We ate breakfast together, the two women fully dressed and me in my nightie, and when we had finished clearing the things away Marie said, "Well we'd better find you something to wear home, Fay. Do you want to choose or will you trust our judgement?" "What?! Why can't Jane just go home and fetch some clothes for me?" "I have some people coming round this morning to measure all the windows up for double glazing. You can stay here while they look around if you want, they'll be here for quite a while though. You can hardly let them see you in that nightie. I suppose you could dress as a woman while they're here but obviously you wouldn't be able to change back into men's clothes until they leave. It would be better to dress as a woman and go straight home where you can change.....unless you like being a woman, then feel free top stay here all day. Either way we need to find you some clothes." I shook my head, "Just make sure you choose me something nice and less tarty than last night's clothes. I don't want to attract attention to myself." The two of them vanished upstairs for about fifteen minutes, leaving me to put the dishes away. Marie gave me a frilly apron to wear over the nightie while I dried them. They called me to come up to Marie's bedroom. On the bed lay a short, baby blue flared summer frock, a pale blue silk bra and knickers set and a pair of pale blue shoes with a medium heel. "Like it?" asked Marie. "We both thought that this would really suit you. You'll need to depilate your legs, arms and chest before you can wear it though." "Haven't you got a pair of jeans and a T-shirt I could borrow? Even a pair of leggings if your jeans wouldn't fit me." "When have you ever seen me wear leggings Fay? And you've seen the jeans I wear - you'd have to be a real woman to get away with jeans that tight even if they would fit you, which they wouldn't. A dress it is and depilation is necessary. I have some cream for it. Into the bathroom and Jane will help you out. I was hustled protesting into the bathroom. Marie left and Jane shut the door. She ordered me to take the nightie off and I blushingly obeyed, not wanting to wear the nightie but not sure I wanted to take it off if it meant I would be depilated. Jane took a tube of cream and began to smear it all over my body. She even smeared some on my chin and upper lip. "This cream will remove the hair down to the roots, leaving you as smooth as a real woman. I can't wait. I've always dreamed of you having a hairless chest and smooth, girlish legs." She kissed the back of my neck (which was about the best erogenous zone not currently covered in cream) for about five minutes and then said, "Time's up, into the shower. In a few minutes you'll be all sexy and smooth. The cream, should have killed the roots off so you won't have to grow any more body or facial hair for a few months. That'll save you the hassle of shaving won't it?" A few months? I would have no body hair for a few months? I was angry but there was nothing I could do about it now, the cream had had time to work and as soon as I washed it off I would have a smooth feminine body. I only hoped that it would turn Jane on as much as wearing a skirt for her had. I washed all the cream and all my body hair away and luxuriated in the feel of the water running down my newly smooth body for a few minutes. I was incredibly surprised to find out how nice that felt, not realising that body hair made such a difference to the feel of something as simple as a shower. When I stepped out of the shower, Jane put a large fluffy towel round me and started to dry me. She dropped the towel and put rose scented talcum powder all over my body, stroking my smooth skin and grinning. "Lovely," she said, "I like you all hairless and girly. I'm so glad you have to be a woman today, it's such a turn on. I partly chose that dress because it will be easy to rape you in it when we get home. Come on, let's go get you dressed." She wrapped the towel back round me and led me to Marie's bedroom. I had assumed that Marie had gone back downstairs but she was in her bedroom at the dressing table sorting out various items of makeup. She looked at my legs and chest as I entered and smiled, "That's much better, Fay. You can get away with a really sheer pair of nylons now." Jane tugged the towel away from me and threw it at the laundry basket on the other side of the bed. I gasped and tried to cover myself with my hands. I was extremely uncomfortable, standing there naked and smooth in front of Marie. "Don't be shy," Marie said, "Jane asked me to help get you ready to go out." She walked over to the bed and picked up the silk knickers. Both of them took hold of them and in a daze I allowed them to put them on me. They pulled them up into place and Jane fondled me through the material as Marie fetched the bra. I found myself unable to put up any more than a very feeble resistance as they slid the bra straps up my arms and settled the cups into place on my chest. When Jane fastened it at my back it was like a cage door slamming shut. I knew now that these two women were intent on my total feminisation and there was no way out of it. I resigned myself to making the best of being a woman. I tried to console myself with the thought that the dress was short and flared enough that Jane would have no difficulty lifting it to take me when we got home. The more feminine I tried to be, the less likely I was to be exposed as a man and the more turned on Jane would get. It was in my interests to allow them to do whatever they wanted to make me more girly. Marie handed Jane some pads and she slipped them into the front of the bra, brushing my nipples with her fingers. The cups of the bra were now filled and stuck out from my smooth chest. With the embarassment of the situation my manhood had shrivelled and looking down at my body I saw a woman, not myself. Next they sat me on the bed and put a sheer pair of nylons on me, rolling the material slowly up my legs. It was a wonderful sensation, much better than last night when my legs had still been hairy and the tights had been thick. Jane informed me that, "Those tights you wore last night were 70 denier, these are only 7 so you'll have to be careful not to ladder them. I'm sure you'll manage and you have to agree that they look much sexier." I nodded and said nothing but was thinking 'Yeah - on a woman!' Jane ran her fingernails up my inner thigh and I shuddered at her incredible touch, these tights definitely felt sexier. They stood me up again and made me step into the dress. I was almost glad as Jane's touches had given me an erection and I didn't want Marie to see that I was hard in my silk panties. She might think that I was turned on by the clothes I was being made to wear. At least the skirt would cover my arousal. They pulled the dress up so the skirt hung round my waist. I slipped my arms into the short sleeves and the dress was pulled up round me. Jane buttoned the dress up the back and smoothed the skirt down over my smooth thighs. The dress felt much shorter than it had looked, it seemed even shorter than the PVC skirt I had worn. Maybe that was because the skirt was flared and made of lighter material. Whatever it was, I was sure it was too short for my liking and I felt a lot more vulnerable than I had ever felt before. The tight bodice clung to me, emphasising the padded bra and my hips where the skirt flared out. I realised that I would not be able to undo the buttons by myself and that the bodice was too tight for me to be able to pull the dress off over my head. All I could possibly hope to achieve by trying would be to get the dress stuck somewhere round my chest with my arms trapped and my pale blue panties and smooth feminine legs clearly visible through my sheer nylons. I was trapped in it until Jane saw fit to take it off me. By the way she was looking at my padded chest jutting prettily out in the front of the dress I guessed she had no plans to let me remove it in the near future. They made me do a twirl and I blushed as the skirt flared right up. I'm sure the silk knickers must have been easily seen by both of them. "Right," said Jane, "Hair and makeup. Sit at the dressing table Fay. We're going to make you pretty. We're going to do a bit of shopping on our way home and I don't want to be embarassed by you if you look like a man in a dress. I'd die if someone realised you were my boyfriend when I take you into a clothes shop or something. You are going to be pretty and girly and you are going to do a good job of it or I'm going home alone and locking you out in your dress. If you are a good girl then I'll buy us some matching sexy underwear and we'll do a strip for each other later." Already resigned to being kept in this dress I allowed them to make my face up. I had never worn makeup before last night and was surprised how much more makeup they though I needed to pass as a woman in bright daylight. I guess with more formal, feminine attire like this I couldn't get away with just black lipstick and thick black eyeliner. First my face was cleansed with a lotion, then moisturised before applying the makeup. I didn't really understand the explanation they gave as to why my face was cleansed to remove all the natural oils then moisturised to replace all the oils they had just removed. Marie put foundation on me, smoothing it carefully over my face with a sponge. She applied pale blue eyeshadow to my eyelids then let Jane put blusher, mascara and eyeliner on me. Next I was dusted with a fine powder on a soft brush. They spent a few minutes deciding which lipstick I should wear and I finally just pointed to a pal pink one and said, "That one," just to make them get on with it. They had selected several pink ones and I just chose the nearest. They seemed to think that this meant that I had started to enjoy what they were doing to me and unfortunately it had the effect of increasing their enthusiasm for my unwilling feminisation. Jane announced that as I was enjoying myself so much, maybe I would like a manicure and pedicure as well. Marie had a pale blue nail polish and would I like to try it out? I declined and Jane's eyes sparkled as she told me that she had decided that it would suit me and I would have to put up with it. I couldn't tell whether she got more excited when I seemed to enjoy this or when she was making me do it. Maybe she wanted me to like it but enjoyed forcing me as well. Maybe every time I seemed to enjoy something she would have to go further and make me be even more feminine when I didn't want to. I hoped not. She was bound to take me when we got home and in the throes of passion I never could refuse her anything. If she asked me to promise to wear a dress again I knew I would agree immediately. If she asked me whether I liked her making love to me while I was in a dress then I would be forced to answer yes. I couldn't help it, she always did have that power over me. She was just too damn sexy for my own good. Still is. Jane put the pink lipstick on me then blotted it and dusted some more powder. She reapplied my lipstick, blotted and dusted then repeated it again. She told me that this would make the lipstick last longer on me and that it was less likely to smudge when she kissed me. She did so to prove her point. While Marie was applying and painting false fingernails with the blue polish, Jane got to work on my hair with the hot brush and hairspray. She fluffed it all out and before I noticed what she was doing she had started snipping little bits off with a pair of scissors. I started to protest but she told me to be quiet and let her finish. I couldn't go out with my hair half cut so I had to put up with it. She didn't actually cut much off but it made a huge difference to how feminine my hair looked. A few quick cuts had transformed my hair from a shaggy mop to a shaggy bob-cut. With the trim, the fluffing up and a pale blue velvet Alice band I had a woman's hairstyle to go with my underwear, dress and makeup. Marie slipped the heeled shoes onto my feet as I sat at the dressing table and I must have been a complete picture of pretty girlishness. A quick squirt of perfume, a few minutes practice walking in the heels and they pronounced me ready for public exposure. Jane hugged and kissed me, forcing her hands up my skirt. Marie laughed as I tried to pull the hem of the extremely short dress down around my thighs. I failed and Jane fondled me as she kissed me. I knew I would have to go out in public dressed like this so I wanted to get it over and done with as quickly as possible. Just as we were about to leave Marie said to Jane, "I haven't really got people coming round you know. I just thought you might like the excuse to dress Fay up again." Jane laughed and agreed. Marie turned to me and said, "And as we went to so much effort to prettify you it would be a shame to waste it. You'll have t