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This story takes place in Charlotte, NC, because I've been to a few places
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Clubbing
By Allison Voorhees
Darcie was giving me THAT LOOK again. I get worried when she gives me "the
look". It usually means trouble. Like when she stole my clothes while I
was changing in gym class, leaving me stranded in the locker room, naked. I
still don't know how she got in and out of the boys' locker room unnoticed.
Then there was the time she promised to get me into the girls' locker room
unnoticed. It turned out that she had persuaded the other girls to pretend
they didn't see me hiding and got me locked in there for a day. No one knew
I was in there, because I had to really hide from the next several classes
and wait until the same period the next day.
Anyway, she always gives me 'the look' before playing an evil prank, and
more often than not there's no way for me to see it coming. I'm not saying
that she's an evil person, but she has a mischievous side that's absolutely
relentless.
Darcie and I have been friends since sixth grade, and we've just graduated.
We have been dating since our freshman year, and we're trying to choose a
college together. We've been discussing Furman University in South
Carolina, because it's a great art school (she wants to major in the arts)
with an excellent computer tech program. (I want to be a computer science
major.)
She'd just returned from a trip to the Middle East, and we were out at
dinner celebrating her return, when I first noticed this round of "the
look".
"Why are you giving me 'the look', Sweetie?" I finally asked her halfway
through our meal.
"What look?" She always plays this game. Now I know for sure that she's
up to something. "I'm just looking forward to going clubbing tonight. Want
to go?"
I'm not very big on clubbing. I've only been to two, both of them here in
the Charlotte area. The first club I went to was Scorpio, a gay club. I've
been twice, both times for Halloween, as they have the most elaborate
costume party I've ever seen. The first time I went was great, but the
second year the costumes were lame, the party was lax, and they had
disbanded the "lesbian side" of the club in favor of expanding the standard
area. I wasn't pleased with that, because I like the more diverse crowd.
The second club was Club 2000, and I won't go back there if I can help it.
It's nasty! The women strip on the dance floor making fools of themselves
and strangers will poke anyone they can with parts I don't even want to
think about. Sadly, this is considered one of Charlotte's hottest spots.
Give me a coffee shop, for God's sakes. Or for mine, anyway. I'm not into
religion.
What it boils down to, of course, is that clubbing just isn't my thing.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, hoping for Scorpio over Club 2000.
"Let's go to Club 2000. I bought new club-clothes for each of us, and I'm
anxious to try them out." Darcie leaned forward. "I'm planning to make it
worth your while, if you're interested in a good lay tonight," she
whispered, winking.
Resigned to the fact that I would have to go, and relieved that 'the look'
was most likely due to the fact that she knows how I hate Club 2000, I
sighed and continued my meal. At least I'll get laid tonight, I thought to
myself.
"Promise you'll come along and dress the part?" she asked me, pouting at my
disappointment.
"Yes, Dear, I promise." I hated when she makes me promise, because I will
NOT break a promise.
We finished our dinner and went to her apartment. Inside, there was a
purple shopping bag on the counter with no name on it. I ignored it,
assuming (correctly, I would found out later) it was the clothes she'd
bought, and sat on the couch to wait for her to get her makeup redone so we
could go out.
"Jessie," Darcie called from the bedroom, "bring me that shopping bag and
let me show you what I got!" I sighed and grabbed the bag off the counter.
In the bedroom, Darcie was wearing only her bra and panties, and my dick
swelled immediately. I started REALLY looking forward to getting this club
thing over with so I could cuddle with this wonderful specimen of feminine
perfection, and maybe even get my rocks off in the deal.
She finished brushing her shoulder-length brown hair, and leaned over the
bed, where I had laid the bag. Her perfect butt was working its magick on
my brain, and the sexy black satin thong wasn't doing anything to disperse
my racing sex drive. I just stared at the heart-shaped piece of heaven
while she laid the contents of the bag on the bed.
She stepped aside, and I watched her sexy, pert breasts jiggle as she moved.
Her breasts, which were slightly small for a D-cup but slightly large for
a C, were straining against the black satin cups that were imprisoning them.
"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!" Images of war movies and POW camps flashed
through my mind. (Yes, I have an unusual sense of humor.)
"What do you think?" she asked, indicating the clothes that lay on the bed.
There were two outfits. The first was a purple sequined halter top with a
short skirt and purple thongs. The other was a short silver dress that
zipped from collar to hem, with a metallic panty. There were three-inch
high-heeled shoes to match each outfit. I had to admit being glad that both
outfits she was choosing from had matching panties, because neither the
dress nor the skirt would cover them.
"You know, Darcie, I think you should wear the halter top and skirt. I've
always loved the way you look in halters, and you won't need a bra," I told
her, proud of my fashion choice.
"Does that mean you're wearing the dress?" she asked, 'the look' flashing on
her face again.
Now I was worried. After all, the look usually meant trouble, but I never
realized it would be this bad. This was no high-school prank; this was
serious. Charlotte is a bible-belt city, despite its size. A manly-looking
person like myself in a dress would likely get me killed by some ignorant
Rebel-flag waving moron with his name on his belt. While most of the
population of Charlotte, are normal, decent people who live and let live,
there are a few of the ignorant. But, when you have a small population of
ignorant people, they like to make their presence known.
But I'd promised, and I hated to go back on a promise. "If you're going to
have me wearing that, can't we at least go to Scorpio, so I won't get
murdered by some drunk homophobe?" I asked hopefully, knowing full well that
there'd be hell to pay if I tried to back out.
"Just get those clothes on and I'll do your hair and makeup." she commanded,
and I knew there'd me no swaying her.
For a man, I'm built slim and a bit wiry. Both of us are 5'8, but I'd never
considered the possibility that we wore the same size. Again, I resigned
myself to fate and tried to console myself with the probable lovemaking
session that I would be rewarded with when the night was over.
I've never had much body hair at all, so I didn't even think about shaving.
Darcie just grabbed an electric razor and eliminated my underarm hair and
most of the hair around my crotch. I blushed and pulled the panties on.
I could see we'd have another problem - the bulge in my panties was very
obvious. I knew that somewhere through the night it was likely to become
even more obvious, due to the nature of the clothes Darcie was wearing, and
the revealing outfits that would be worn by the fairer half of the people at
the club.
She didn't seem concerned when I pointed the problem out to her. She simply
grinned and said, "Put your dress on, Jessica."
I slipped the dress on and zipped it up. It was loose in the hips and chest
and very tight on my waist. I felt rather naked, due to the fact that my
manhood was nearly falling out of my panties and the dress did nothing to
hide it.
She pulled me over and sat me down at her vanity, where she proceeded to
apply various cosmetics to my face and upper body. "Jessica, are you ready
to go? Shoes! Get the shoes, and you'll be ready."
I tried on the shoes and was relieved to find that they wouldn't fit on my
feet, as my feet were quite a bit larger than hers were. "No worries," she
told me. She reached into her jewelry box, closed her eyes and whispered
something.
My feet, which were way too large to fit in the shoes in which my toes were
already halfway into, shrank and slid into them easily. Entranced at the
way it had happened, I stood up and walked to the full-length mirror, as the
tingling spread upwards. I followed the progress of the tingling as it
moved up my legs, watching slender, feminine curves form from my muscular
shape. I was filled with apprehension as it moved towards my crotch. The
tingling focused on my cock, balls, and lower abdomen and stayed there for
some time. My cock swelled, engorging itself with blood and I was more
aroused than I'd ever been. It pushed out of the panties and out from under
the high hem of the dress. Darcie ran over with a towel to catch the
spurting mess that erupted from my dick seconds later. I collapsed to the
floor from the force of the orgasm, and looked up to see Darcie holding a
towel that was literally dripping with what must have been a pint of semen.
My attention turned to the continuing tingling which was now moving upward
to my stomach. I saw that I was no longer a man where it counted, but the
outline of my smooth Venus mound and the obvious cleft for my new vagina was
a very arousing sight, despite the fact that it was now mine. My breasts
began growing outward as the tingling sensation continued, and my now DD
breasts were all but bursting from the dress. I had to unzip the dress to
the center of my new chest so that I could breathe, and my breathing was now
light and sexy.
The tingling sensation's journey then reached my neck, just in time for me to
ask Darcie, "How did you do this?" I was shocked at my high, soft, sexy voice.
"My trip to the Middle East led me to a Djinn, and I used a wish to make
you this way. Don't worry, I'll turn you back in the morning." She mumbled
something after that, then continued. "I wanted you to be able to have fun
with me at the club, and here's your chance. The idea of you being in that
sexy body turns me on, so you'll definitely get laid tonight. I never knew
this would be so erotic!" She trilled in delight. "Now that your hair is
full length, let's get those sexy red locks done up and we'll be on our
way!"
An hour later, we entered Club 2000. It was as horrible as I remembered.
Rather unattractive young women were stripping on the dance floor, even
though there was a strip-joint adjacent to the club - one for either gender.
The building smelled of sweat, vomit, stale cigarettes, and other
unpleasant if unrecognizable odors. Every woman, regardless of level of
attractiveness, was swarmed with horny young men grinding on the floor.
Several dancing couples had given up dancing and had taken to having sex on
the dance floor.
Apparently, part of Darcie's wish was to make me comfortable with my new
body, so I didn't really dwell on the fact that I wasn't a born woman. I
did notice that I moved, spoke, and acted as if I had always been female.
Darcie was feeling a bit generous, and said we could sit at the bar for a
few minutes. I ordered a Margarita, and she had a Malibu and Coke. The
bartender nodded and fixed the drinks.
When he brought them, he pointed to two guys at the end of the bar. "It's
on them," he said, and returned to his business. We mouthed our thanks to
the guys, and started talking.
"What do you think, Jessica?" she asked me. "Is it better this way?"
"You know how I hate this club! I don't want anything to do with these
awful skanks in here. If I hadn't made a promise, I wouldn't be here."
"Wait until we start dancing. C'mon!" I turned up my Margarita, to smart
to leave a drink alone, and let her lead me out on the floor.
We started dancing together like we always do when we're out, except I could
see that my movements were more feminine, and combined with my new curves,
we were attracting a lot of looks. I stayed close to her, rubbing my
feminine crotch up against Darcie's, hoping no one would find an opening to
thrust themselves against me. My hopes were crushed when the guys from the
bar started rubbing against each of our asses.
This was what I hated about this club, and now I was on the receiving end.
The guy who attached himself to my rear had a painfully obvious hard-on, and
I didn't particularly care for the way it nearly slipped under my dress. I
could see for myself that Darcie was getting similar treatment, but she
didn't appear to mind.
She pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "Yeah, it's a pain, but if you
want to get laid you'll dance with him. I want you to go all out, or you'll
ruin my night. I'm sure you don't want me to leave you a woman..."
Frustrated and resigned, I kissed her and turned around to face my new dance
partner. Feeling a soft rear against mine, I assumed Darcie had done the
same. I gyrated and thrust my pelvis against him, and tried to forget
myself in the fun of dancing, though it's not easy when you're looking at a
drooling moron, hoping he doesn't get too brave.
As the dance progressed, Darcie came into my line of sight, so I looked at
her pleadingly. She just giggled and reached into her handbag. I saw her
lips move, and started to worry. Hoping nothing bad would happen to me, I
turned my attention back to dancing with this loser.
I looked up at him, and he smiled at me. My tummy felt warm, and my crotch
moistened. I found myself wanting to kiss him, very badly. I didn't know
what to think of myself, but I couldn't think about why I was feeling this
way because the feeling was becoming strong enough to prevent me from doing
much except fight it.
The guy leaned down, and whispered in my ear. "My name's Dave," he told me,
and I shivered. I was lusting for this guy, and it was scaring me. Why was
I suddenly attracted to a man? After a few seconds of resistance and
thought, I realized that Darcie had made another wish.
I knew then that trying to resist would be an exercise in futility (Borg
images flashing through my head at the thought) but I was determined to try.
I certainly didn't want to (yuck) sleep with this creep, and Darcie had
made avoiding him nearly impossible for me.
Of course, part of my mind wasn't helping with thoughts like, I'm just
dancing. It won't lead to anything. Of course, I knew better in a club
like this. But I couldn't help continuing my wild and desperate gyrations,
and I was no longer completely disgusted by the hard shaft digging into my
hips and legs. The more it touched me, the wetter I got.
Finally Dave got a bit too brave, and I'm fortunate that Darcie witnessed
it. He turned me around with my back to him, apparently freed his dick, and
tried to dry hump me from behind while groping my tits. I was too horny to
resist, but Darcie came to my rescue.
Dave seemed to disappear, but there was a small cylindrical object lying in
the floor where he had stood. Darcie put it in her purse, and asked if I
was ready to leave. I thought about what I had almost done, and nodded.
We left the club and went straight home. I didn't say a word the entire
drive, still ashamed that I'd almost let him do that to me. Darcie wasn't
very talkative, but at least I didn't get 'the look'.
We got home, and I took a long, hot, steamy bath. I felt so dirty and I
couldn't get rid of the feeling. I kept thinking about that horrible poking
feeling and his dirty hands all over me, and the way I pressed myself
against him. I didn't even stop to ask Darcie to change me back, I just
scrubbed and scrubbed, hoping to feel clean.
I'd been showering for thirty minutes when I heard Darcie come in and sit on
the john, asking me if I wanted to talk about it.
"That was horrible, Darcie. You knew I hated that club, and you knew how
people act in there. Why did you do that to me?"
"I'm sorry, Jessica, but I just thought you'd have a good time. I didn't
expect that to happen. Can you forgive me?" she asked.
I nodded, with tears in my eyes. I wonder if she could tell I was crying,
being as wet as I was. Darcie left the bathroom, but I still didn't stop
scrubbing until the hot water ran out.
Darcie loaned me a pair of her pajamas to lay down in, and we both crawled
into bed. "Are you sure you're not up for a little fun, Jess?" she asked
me.
"No, Darcie. I feel like shit." I rolled over and went to sleep. I tried
to, rather, but I was a bit distraught.
Darcie didn't change me back into a man until I had to go back to work, and
we never had that lovemaking session. Quite honestly, we still haven't.
Our relationship hasn't been the same since, and we've been drifting apart.
But she hasn't suggesting clubbing, at least.
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