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The Group By Jennifer Stewart Chapter One: The New Look They called themselves "The Group". Six young men between 18 and 20, part time models, full time university students, they had been head hunted when the Leonardo di Capri "look" became popular. Modeling provided the funds to live comfortably while other students struggled to feed themselves. At around 5' 4", slightly built with long slender legs and looks that ranged from handsome to cute (some might say pretty), they had no pretensions to "machismo". Tim was the youngest having just turned 18. With shoulder length black hair, dark eyes, high cheek bones and skin the shade of ivory he sensed that he was attractive although, he looked in vain for the queues of girls waiting to date him. He knew that he was effeminate but he was also heterosexual. High school had been a nightmare of teasing and abuse. But that was over. At university nobody cared. Tim had no bodily hair and had not yet started to shave. In this particular modeling niche that was an advantage. His best friend was Leslie. They had been inseparable since age 15, going to the same school and enrolling together in a Fashion Arts program at the College of Art. He was blue eyed and blonde with full red lips and a r?trouss? nose. As the "giddy" ones in the Group they made each other laugh and loved playing practical jokes. Like Tim, Leslie did not have a girlfriend and was considered rather effeminate. He too suffered at high school. Andy and Paul were not effeminate. They were dating two gorgeous girls in the same agency and regaled the rest of the Group with stories of their sexual exploits. Andy was a redhead with a gorgeous smile; a cute nose and he 'oozed' sex appeal. Paul was a "street smart" Chinese. His complexion was pure alabaster enhanced by full, pink lips set in his pristine skin. He had long shiny black hair and eyes as black and lustrous as obsidian. Keith and Peter were two good-looking Brazilians. Both were rabidly gay and currently dating two macho models from another agency. They too entertained the rest of the Group with their sexual exploits, which, if they were to be believed were extremely varied. They appeared to go through boyfriends at the rate of one every two weeks. It was rare when some "hunk" did not pick them up after work. Keith was a petite 20 year old with a mop of long wavy dark hair, thick ruby lips, and a cute, up-turned nose. When he smiled, which was often, he displayed a set of perfectly white teeth. He was aware of his looks and shamelessly flirted with any attractive male. Peter was a handsome, graceful youth with a narrow face, slim, straight nose, smooth ebony skin, startling black eyes and a wide mouth defined by full, brownish red, perfectly shaped lips. His divinely sculptured head rested on a long slender neck. He wore his clothes elegantly and with obvious pleasure. Peter was as promiscuous as Keith, but his affairs seemed to be cooler and more relaxed, while Keith's were turbulent and physical. Peter slipped easily from one relationship to another exploring all the sexual possibilities available to a young, beautiful and self- confident person. He had an inventive mind and great physical stamina. Although it was a sexual wasteland for Leslie and Tim, modeling was the kind of job that made sex easily accessible. So many beautiful people exhibited themselves in public in beautiful clothes. It seemed that every model he ran into was either attached or promiscuously sampling the 'field'. That is except for Leslie and Tim. It was quite common to bump into a model, either male or female, having a quick copulation in a dark corner of the changing area or being picked up after a show. The office of the agency manager was reputed to be the scene of countless sex acts. Tim had reason to know that was true. One day he had gone there to see Victor about something and, as the door was ajar, he guilelessly wandered in. Expecting to find Victor at his desk pushing paper, he was stunned when, instead, he found him leaning against his desk watching Keith being passionately kissed by a big, football player type. They were both naked and Keith was holding the man's enormous penis. Tim had never seen anything so big. It was at least eight inches long. His own was less than three inches and, as he had never seen another penis, he had assumed that his was a normal length. Keith was not in control. Moaning and whimpering as his partner kissed him voraciously and squeezed his buttocks, he appeared to be holding the man's cock as much to steady himself as for any sexual reason. Tim was transfixed by the scene and stared, slack- jawed as the man flipped Keith around as though he were a rag doll and, gripping his friend's buttocks, spread them and pressed the tip of his rigid penis against Keith's red anus forcing the swollen organ into the tight red opening, making Keith gasp and cry out. Tim's immediate reaction was to feel protective towards his friend but, as the huge penis entered him, he realized that Keith's gasps and cries were not from pain but pleasure. Keith's own penis, which was also much bigger than Tim's, was absolutely stiff. Slim, pink and smooth, it was like a hotdog in contrast to the big, rough looking cock, corded with purple veins and ridged with hard muscle that was penetrating his quivering bottom. A long, glistening strand of pre-cum stretched from the tip of Keith's sex and, as he watched, a droplet formed and slid down the strand breaking the shiny thread only to be replaced by another droplet. The man's penis was quickly, fully thrust into Keith so that his groin was pressed tightly against his partner's soft white buttocks. Keith had reached behind and grasped the man's thigh and, as he did so he looked around and saw Tim. He smiled, puckered his lips and blew him a kiss. He then closed his eyes and gasped as his partner rammed his crotch hard against his bottom. At that moment Tim felt two hands slip around his waist from behind and lips press against his neck. He spun around and saw that it was Victor, the manager. "Oh no!" he said and, wriggling out of his grasp, ran out of the room and down to the lunchroom where Leslie, Peter and Andy were sitting with Susie and Di, two pretty brunettes. He breathlessly told them what he had seen and that Victor had tried to kiss him. There was lots of laughter and joking and only Leslie showed some surprise. Keith came in 30 minutes later looking pleased. They wanted him to tell the Group the details, which he did. The hunk was Bruce, on loan to the Mode agency. Keith had met him that morning after they had finished the show at "Hammonds" department store. It turned out that Bruce was an old flame of Victor's and when Victor had caught Bruce stroking Keith's bottom he had invited them both back to his office. Keith had made love with Victor several times since joining Mode and he knew why the office was always so busy. "Why did you run away Tim? Victor has a real thing going for you." "No way. I'm not into doing it with men." "Why not. You would like it." Everybody laughed and Tim blushed beet red. "Victor is not the only who has the "hots" for you Tim," said Susie, "Jeremy just can't take his eyes off you." Susie giggled mischievously and put her hand on his knee. Tim adored her and they were becoming very close friends. She was looking particularly attractive in a short denim skirt and a rust colored, wide rollover neck sweater. One of the straps of her red satin bra was showing and he found it incredibly enticing. But he knew she was unattainable. She was dating a very good-looking businessman. "Susie, I don't think that's very funny." "I'm sorry Tim, I didn't mean to embarrass you." She liked Tim and had caught him looking at her bra strap. She unobtrusively moved her shoulders so the neck of her sweater slipped further off her shoulder to expose the lace edging of her bra cup. It occurred to her that it might be fun one night to dress him up in some of her clothes. He really was very pretty. "What about you, Leslie?" said Di. "What about me? Do you have some one in mind?" "Of course. Do you remember Jeff, that really cute guy from Nigeria? He was crazy about you." "That's true, he was," said Peter, "he made a pass at you and you really brushed him off." Leslie remembered. Jeff was always hanging around Leslie and always finding opportunities to touch him. Leslie did not realize what was going on and got annoyed when Jeff, one day, put his hand on Leslie's bottom. Leslie had pushed him away roughly. "Poor Jeff," said Peter, "he was so upset I had to take him home and console him." "You must have enjoyed that," said Keith. "Umm! He's hung like a rhinoceros and has tremendous stamina." It was Leslie's turn to be embarrassed. The conversation turned to other things. "Does anyone know what Steph is doing in New York?" asked Keith. "I heard she was trying to land a deal with Freddie Green, that new English phenome who was all the rage in Florence," said Di. She always had inside information because she was sleeping with a journalist from Fashion Television. "Oh, he's completely off the wall," said Leslie, "did you see that show he did where his outfits were all based on the theme of prison guards?" "Yes," said Susie, "and he did another where the theme was space aliens." They chatted till Victor came down and passed out the Group's assignments for the next day. He gave no indication of anything having happened between Tim or Keith. For the next two weeks they were on the road doing three shows and two photo shoots. When they returned to Baltimore and Mode's head office they had a well-earned week off. Leslie and Tim had a lot of catching up to do on their course work. They had been discussing some ideas for summer dresses while they were on the road and now they settled down to try to refine them. Their second semester evaluations were not far off and they had to have three different outfits ready for the faculty Christmas fashion show. On the fifth day of his break from Mode, Tim got a call from Victor asking him to come into the office. He sent a cab over for him, which meant he was in a hurry. When he walked into his office Tim immediately recognized Freddie Green. He was deep in conversation with Victor and a very elegant woman in a blue silk suit. Jake, the in house photographer, was also there. "Ah, this is Tim everybody," said Victor, "Tim, this is Freddie Green." "Hello, Mr. Green." Freddie Green took Tim's hand and held on to it, as he looked him over. "He is perfect, Victor. Why don't we get started?" Tim was ignored as a person, but that is typical of modeling and he was used to it. He knew that in this business he was only a beautiful body with the right sort of personality to wear clothes well and make them look good. Victor told him to take off his clothes and walk up and down the room. Tim was quite used to this sort of thing too. It went with the job. They all studied him as he moved around the room commenting on his anatomy. "His legs are perfect." "Umm, and look at the way his buttocks bounce." "Yes, and they are a nice shape... quite unusual for a male." "He doesn't seem to have any body hair, just a down like a girl." "He is very pretty too." "Notice his neck? It's quite slender and elegant. Are the others like him, Victor?" "Yes, we assembled the Group because of their... er, ambiguity." They circulated him around the room and he expected to be poked and prodded but they only looked. He strutted and twirled, swung his arms, stretched them wide, put his hands behind his head and on his hips, turned his head sharply to flip his hair, and generally vamped as he was trained to do. When they had seen enough they huddled around Victor's desk. After some murmured chatter the woman took a flat box off the desk and took out a burgundy colored, satin chemise with spaghetti straps and a lace trim around the bodice. "Here, put this on Tim." He did as he was told. As a model he was accustomed to wearing all kinds of outlandish clothes. Still, this was a first for women's clothing but Freddie Green had a reputation for doing 'campy' things. Tim slipped the silky garment over his head and shoulders and straightened it. The soft satin fabric felt cool and sexy against his skin. He liked it. He had never worn anything satin before and this was a revelation. They told him to walk again and the novelty of wearing something so feminine and the delicious feel of the fabric gave him an erection. He was conscious of his penis pushing against the front of the chemise and he blushed with embarrassment. But nobody commented. "I think this is going to work, Freddie." "You're right. It's exactly the look I have been imagining. He's male but he oozes femininity. It's quite remarkable, thoroughly ambiguous. Slipping easily from male to female. Try him in some heels." The woman went over to a stack of shoeboxes saying, "What size are you?" "I take an eight, usually." She took out a pair of black patent open-toed pumps with three- inch stilettos. "Put these on." "Can I put my underpants back on?" He was embarrassed by his erection, which was now sporting a glistening droplet from the tip. "Yes." She rummaged through a carrier bag and pulled out a pair of white nylon bikini panties with a little satin bow at the front. He stepped into them and tucked his penis into the silky garment. Tim sat on a chair and slipped the pumps on. They fit quite comfortably but he almost fell and twisted his ankle when he tried to stand. She held his elbow and steadied him as he took his first wobbly steps in high heels. After two turns around the room he was able to walk by myself. The shoes felt uncomfortable but, like the chemise, strangely exciting. He felt sexy. The people in the room thought he was sexy too. Jeff was taking hundreds of shots with a digital camera. On his instructions, he took the chemise off, slipped his panties down and posed in the shoes. They tried different effects with his hair and put make-up on his face and finally made him wear his male clothes. "Excellent," said Freddie, "even in his male clothes he is intensely feminine yet unmistakably male. Look at how plump his bottom is - turn around and bend over, darling." He turned and presented a full-bottom view of his white fitted slacks stretched over his buttocks. "Can you see the idea?" asked Freddie, "A subtle transition from male to female. Instead of girls showing female clothing I want beautiful males to make the transit from male display to female. Tastefully done, the ambiguousness of the sexual message will be exciting. Women are more and more wearing male clothes. I think it is time to try 'pushing the other envelope'. I have a hunch that a beautiful male can wear a dress in a subtly different way from a woman that will add intrigue to the dress." "Yes, but it will have to be carefully done. They'll lose the women if the models just look like cross dressers." They talked about their scheme while Tim sat, ignored, in the corner. Eventually, they remembered him and he was told he could go. "We'll see you all at nine. Thanks for coming Tim, you've been a big help." As he opened the door Victor said, "By the way Tim, do you think any of the Group will object to wearing female clothes in a show?" "I'm not sure about Andy and Paul but the others won't mind. Probably Andy and Paul won't either. They're all professionals." "Thanks, Tim." Tim rushed back to tell Leslie about Freddie's idea and found Peter at the flat with his latest lover. "Oooh, I think that might be fun. I've always fancied myself in a long, black satin gown, elbow length gloves and a long cigarette holder. What do you think Kenny? Would you still desire me if I were in a dress?" Kenny bent over and planted a long wet kiss on Peter's lips. Peter leaned backwards and looked completely at ease as his big partner pressed his mouth onto his slightly parted lips. "Ummm, I'll take that as a 'yes'. Well you can count me in." Peter snuggled up to Kenny and placed his hand on his lover's beefy thigh. "How did it feel wearing high heels and a slip?" asked Leslie. "I liked it. It made me feel really sexy. I had a tremendous hard-on the whole time." "Ooooh!" said Kenny; "I should have been there to help you out with that." "Down boy!" said Peter, "you're mine, remember? Tim is not into men." "Sure he is. He just hasn't tried it." Tim blushed. He found lewd pointed comments about him as a sex object embarrassing. "Look you big oaf, you've embarrassed him. Come on let's go upstairs. This sausage in your pants is ready to burst out." They went upstairs and soon they heard the rhythmic bumping sounds of Peter being mounted. Leslie and Tim talked about wearing dresses and what kind they might like. When the bumping sounds from upstairs became too loud to ignore, Leslie said, "Do you think you could do that? With a man I mean." "I don't know. That day that I saw Keith, he was definitely enjoying it. May be I'm missing something." "Yes, I agree. You know, the other day when Di mentioned Jeff and how he used to touch me. I played dumb of course, but I remember that it was really exciting." "So why didn't you go with him?" "I wasn't ready. I was scared." They heard Peter suddenly cry out and Kenny grunting loudly. Then there was silence. Tim thought it was really inconsiderate of them to do that in the flat. Leslie and Tim had got the apartment together when they enrolled in the College. When either Keith or Peter came over Leslie and Tim were always pleased to see them because they were fun but they usually brought their latest stud and the sexual antics were embarrassing. Peter and Kenny came down ten minutes later and joined the other two for supper. Tim had the strongest sensation that Kenny was interested in him. He noticed him looking at him constantly and when he went to do the dishes (it was Tim's turn as Leslie had cooked the meal) Kenny insisted on helping. Most of their talk was quite innocent and Tim liked him but after they had finished and he was wiping off the counter Kenny took his arms and asked him if he would go out with him. "Kenny, you were making love to Peter less than two hours ago!" "Its just a convenience thing. We've only known each other for two days and there's really nothing between us. It's only sex. You're beautiful..." He tried to kiss him but Tim turned his head away. "I'm sorry Kenny, I'm not into the gay scene." He let him go, "Well, if you change your mind call me." Kenny left the room. After they had gone he told Leslie what had happened. "Oh, I'm not surprised, he was ogling you all evening. Do you fancy him?" "I like him and it was certainly interesting when he held me. Perhaps he just moved too quickly." "I think you should try him. Set some rules, like go slow and bailing out if you don't like it. "No. I'm not interested." But as he lay in bed he thought about Kenny and fantasized that they really had kissed and the idea was not repellent. The next morning the Group was all present for the nine o'clock meeting. Incredibly, he saw Peter getting out of a new guy's car. He could tell it wasn't Kenny because the guy was white and Kenny was a big and very black hunk. "What happened to Kenny?" Tim said as they went into the building. "We had a little row - it was over you actually - and he dumped me. I had just got home when this cute guy came looking for Keith and as he was out I played host." "Peter, you're incorrigible. I'm sorry I caused you to split up with Kenny. Nothing happened you know." "I know. But I saw him staring at you all night. He even asked me about you right after boffing me. I think he was imagining that it was your legs wrapped around him rather than mine." This was getting serious. Tim thought it was flattering to be the object of someone's desire but it was too bad it wasn't a woman. They all gathered in Victor's office. Freddie was there with his female assistant. Victor introduced Freddie who then explained his idea for the show. Tim had already blabbed about it to everybody before the meeting and Freddie was a little disappointed that no one seemed surprised. "You will start out in male clothes and with each trip down the catwalk change into something slightly more feminine so you will appear to gradually evolve into females." "How many changes will there be?" "We think six should be enough. Any more and you will be pressed for time." "Will we have to wear a bra?" asked Keith. "Yes, of course." "Can we choose our bust size - I'd want to be a DD." Giggled Keith. "You'll all start with an A cup. We want to make the change understated." Keith and Peter both let out a little "Boo." Tim was watching Andy and Paul. They did not look happy. Victor noticed their discomfort. "What about it guys? It will mean a bonus. I'll explain it to Patty and Jean. They'll understand." Patty and Jean were the girlfriends of Andy and Paul and also Mode models. They were very petite Chinese girls and astonishingly pretty. Tim had envied both guys having girls like them. "Okay, if it's fine with Patty I'll do it." "Me too." said Paul. "Great. Thanks guys. They think this is going to be very big and if they are right you will share in the success. Let's get to work. Barbara will get you fitted out with everything you need." Chapter Two: On the Catwalk They followed Barbara, Freddie's assistant, into a large room adjoining a studio where photo shoots were done. It was used as a changing area for models. In the center of the room were two long tables. One was covered with large, compartmentalized trays containing every imaginable accessory. The other had neat rows of unopened boxes of bras, panties, waist cinchers, shoes and packets of nylons and panty hose. Close to the tables were racks of dresses, skirts, blouses and assorted tops and outfits. Other racks held scarves and belts, and a collection of purses and handbags. Although, Tim had been in this room many times it had always seemed fairly empty. Now it looked like a department store. He guessed correctly that this treasure trove of feminine clothing was for their benefit. They were 'wound up' and excited at the prospect of dressing up as girls and, consequently, they were being silly and noisy. But Barbara was very much in command. When they saw the racks of dresses Leslie, Keith, Peter and Tim rushed over to them, each pulled a dress off the rack and, holding the garments against their bodies, they minced around the room giggling and laughing hysterically. "Put them back, boys!" Barbara's voice had a hard edge that made the Group obey her immediately. They stood still, waiting quietly until she told them what to do. While the four of them were excited about dressing up, Andy and Paul hung back unenthusiastically. For them this 'New Look', as Freddie called his scheme, was going to be a burden. "Now boys, take your clothes off, fold them carefully and put them in a neat pile on the table... over there, Leslie. From now on you are going to act like girls. Rule number one: Are you listening? My girls will be neat and tidy at all times. You will always be clean... immaculately clean." Barbara's over-powering personality made even something as simple as neatness and cleanliness seemed difficult to achieve. In spite of her strict manner she was beautiful. Dressed in a white satin blouse, a tight, knee length, navy blue satin skirt, fishnet stockings and pumps with four inch stilettos she was strong, immensely sexy and beyond our reach. Tim felt a strong attraction for her. He wanted to curl up in her arms where he knew he would feel safe. He desperately wanted to please her. She quickly achieved the same dominance over the entire group. Tim could tell that, reluctant though they were, even Andy and Paul would not dare let their unhappiness with cross-dressing become a challenge to her. They too wanted to please her. When she told the Group to undress they did so immediately and fussed over folding their clothes as neatly as possible. As soon as they were finished they lined up in front of her, expectant, excited and naked. Their skinny bodies shivered in the cool air. They had all seen each other naked before. Indeed, most of the city had seen Keith and Peter without their clothes, but Tim found himself appraising the feminine possibilities of his friend's bodies. Keith and Andy had the longest penises both being over three inches in their relaxed state. Tim's was the shortest by far, being barely an inch. Peter too had a small one. Tim noticed he had shaved off all his pubic hair. His testicles nestled snuggly under his penis little more than the size of cherries. Paul and Leslie were between the extremes of Keith and Tim. Barbara later told the Group to shave their pubic hair so that it would not show below their panties. "That's very good girls, now form a line while I take your measurements... Keith, stop that silly shivering. It's not that cold. Men are troubled by the elements, girls are strong and enduring." Tim liked being called a girl. It added to the excitement. Andy and Paul looked a little resentful. One thing was certain; Barbara was not going to embarrass the Group on account of cross- dressing. Her attitude suggested that by the time she had finished with the Group they would be proud to be able to wear a bra. She took their chest, waist, hip and inside leg measurements, entering each onto a chart. "When I call your name I want you to step forward." They waited eagerly for their names to be called. "Andy!" Andy walked shyly over to her and she handed him a box containing a bra, a pair of white silky panties, a white half- slip and a packet of pantyhose. He was blushing when he returned to his place in the line. "Leslie!" Leslie skipped excitedly over to her and took the same items of clothing. He was not blushing but checking out the specs of his bra. When it was Tim's turn he too checked the size on the bra box and noticed that she had given him a 28 A in white. The pictured showed a white "cross your heart" bra with satin cups and a lace appliqu?. A little satin bow was sewn on at the cleavage. The panties had high cut sides also with a lace appliqu? and a bow on the front center of the waistband. The pantyhose was "nude" and his half-slip was a light, soft satin with a lace edging. Keith cheekily pouted when he received his bra and said, "Oh, there must be a mistake. I only wear under-wired bras and I absolutely need a C cup." They giggled until Barbara glared at the Group. "That will be enough, Keith. These are you training clothes. When you can prove to me that you can wear your clothes with style you can have an under-wired bra. As for the size, you will all wear A cups. I would prefer you not to use padding but if you need to you may put two tissues in each cup. No more! What you wear after the show is you affair. Keith was silent. She showed the Group how put our bras on and how to create little breasts by gathering up the loose flesh on our chests. Tim was skinny but he was able to gather up enough flesh on his chest to almost fill his cups. Those with large penises had to wear a gaff to pull the organ back between their legs. Barbara said Tim did not need to use a gaff and, for once, he felt that his small penis was an advantage. Andy, Paul and Peter had trouble putting on their pantyhose but Leslie and Tim thought it was easy. Only Andy and Paul looked uncomfortable. The rest of the Group clearly enjoyed the clothes. Tim thought the bra felt amazing. It was crisp and tight, very sexy and terribly feminine. His penis had sprung to attention inside his panties. Keith and Leslie, who had to wear gaffs, also had erections and were experiencing some discomfort. Peter and Tim had a spreading wetness at the front of their panties, which Barbara spotted immediately. She pulled out a packet of panty-liners and told both to slip them into the front of their panties. Once everybody had got their underwear on correctly Barbara picked out a top and a skirt for each of the Group and then turned her attention to fitting them out with high heels. She gave Tim a short, silky, pleated skirt in black and a white cotton blouse. Lucky Leslie got a long sleeved, red satin blouse and black suede, wrap around skirt. He said he felt as sexy as Tim told him he looked. Keith was given a woolen plaid skirt and a sweater. He really wanted a flowered silk dress with a peasant top and full flared skirt. That went to Paul who looked mortified. Barbara probably did it deliberately because Keith could not restrain himself from being pushy. Poor Andy was given a very feminine, sleeveless floral sheath. Peter, who unlike Keith, had been very demure and quiet was rewarded with a gorgeous, silk georgette dress with an off the shoulder flounce in a striking polka-dot print. When he had put it on he gave Keith a self-satisfied smirk. The dress was beautiful and Peter looked stunning in it. Poor Keith, in his itchy wool was quite jealous. We did not hear any more smart- alecky comments from him and he was much more eager to please Barbara. Later she relented and gave him a stretch Lycra tank top and pink satin hot pants, which thrilled him. Tim was pleased with his outfit. The cotton blouse felt cool and crisp. His skirt brushed pleasingly against his legs and was short enough that he felt delightfully scantily clad. But it was his bra that held his attention. It was such a new and enchanting feeling. "What do you think, Leslie?" "I love it. This satin blouse is absolutely dreamy and doesn't a bra feel great?" "I know. I think I want to wear one all the time. Do you think she'll let us take the clothes home?" "I hope so, but I'm too scared to ask." He need not have worried. Keith, as always was first. "Barbara, can we wear the clothes home?" "Of course, Keith. There are enough things here that you can each have six outfits. With some sensible mixing and matching you will have a very good wardrobe. Now, I would like you all to wear the clothes as often as possible so you become comfortable in them. Remember, the first show is in two weeks and I don't want any of you going down the runway looking like it's the first time you've worn a dress. Leslie and Tim were thrilled. Andy and Paul looked thoroughly pissed. Keith whispered to Peter. "Can I borrow that dress for this evening? I'm meeting Mike and I know it will send him wild." "Only if we can snare that little red satin number for me to wear. I'm going out with Denny again." Once they were fitted with two-inch high heels the hard work began. For 30 minutes they strutted around the room learning balance and how to walk elegantly. For a half hour they rested their legs by sitting at a dresser as they learned the first steps in applying make-up. This became the pattern for the next week. Walking and make-up, walking and make-up, until they were competent in both. There were variations. They learned when to wear different types of bras and how to put them on and take them of gracefully. They were deluged with fashion tips and after the first day they were all allowed to choose their own outfits while Barbara duly criticized their choices. As students in a fashion arts program Leslie and Tim were naturals. Of all the Group they learned quicker than the others and after the second day they 'outed' themselves by going to the mall in a dress. Leslie bought a bra and panty set and Tim brought a teddy. When they returned to the agency and told Barbara what they had done they were sent to the top of the class. Leslie and Tim enjoyed the transformation and tried very hard to become like regular girls. They were the 'pearls and twin-set' types opting for satin and silk lingerie and preppy outfits. They combed the fashion magazines for beauty and fashion tips and spent most of their spare money on clothes, make-up and accessories. Keith and Peter saw it as a sexual thing. They dressed in a trashy, slutty way favoring leather, latex, PVC, very high heels and see through blouses. Judging by their stories of multiple partners and all night orgies it obviously enhanced their sex lives. While Keith and Peter rode the rampant cocks of strange men, Leslie and Tim would read or watch the television in their silk negligees to while away the evenings. Andy and Paul were finding that cross-dressing was not an asset to their sex lives. Two days before the show they could all walk gracefully in four- inch heels. If told by Barbara to dress for a warm summers evening with a lover they all knew that they should choose something loose-fitting and silky, a lace bra that would look attractive through the thin fabric, a half slip if the dress were not lined, light colored sandals and a light shoulder bag. They could dress for a day at the office or, without hesitation, dress appropriately to be guests at a wedding or as bridesmaids. They had spent one delightful afternoon trying on wedding gowns and bridesmaid dresses. They knew what to put in their bags and what make-up to put on. She had taken the Group to get their ears pierced and to have manicures and pedicures. His toenails were hot pink and he loved the way they looked in sandals. He had long false fingernails that shone with crimson polish. The last day before the show, they were all booked in at a beauty salon where they would get unisex hairdos that could pass for male styles with some quick combing and, with some contrary brushing and teasing, could look tomboyish, feminine or cute. Two days before the first show they started rehearsing. Freddie had decided that in the time allotted they could do six changes. Each time they went down the runway they would be escorted by one of the macho male models from the agency. This would emphasize, by contrasting, the transformation that was taking place. The first outfit was strictly male - a business suit with hair brushed back severely. The second was an open- necked shirt, slacks with a feminine cut, loafers and their hair looser. The look was still male with a hint of femininity. As they walked they introduced a bit of a wiggle to their butts. On the third change they were still in slacks, but with an unmistakably feminine look. In silky blouses, shoes with 2-inch heels, pantyhose and a bra, the audience would know something was up. At the forth change they wore women's business suits - silk fitted skirts, jackets nipped at the waist with satin accents, camisoles or silk blouses, nylons and pumps with three inch heels. At change five, they wore summer dresses in light cottons, silks or organza, sandals with three or four inch heels and their hair in a fully feminine style. Finally, on the last change they wore full-length evening gowns. Their escorts also made six changes to reflect the styles that the Group wore. They too wore business suits when the Group did, and on the last change with a fully feminized sissy in a glittering gown leaning on their arms they wore tuxedoes. Freddie wanted the Group members to move closer to their escorts with each pass down the runway. Thus, on the first pass there would be a foot or more between escort and partner and by the fifth they would hold hands. For the sixth they would walk arm in arm and, at the end of the runway, twirling in the arms of their escorts, the sissy model would lift his face and receive his escort's kiss. Keith and Peter went over-board, of course. Freddie had to tell them to restrain themselves as the rehearsals progressed because they were starting to engage in heavy petting. It did not help that they were sleeping with their escorts. Poor Andy and Paul had a difficult time. Barbara had to give them a talking to before they would let their escorts kiss them. She told them that as models they were actors and when they kissed they were simply acting. Leslie and Tim thought the whole thing was a hoot. They did not mind being kissed because it was part of the job. Models tended to be very effusive so this was nothing new. Being in a dress made it easier and more fun. They flirted with both their partners. Tim's escort was a handsome Afro-American called Jackie. At 6 foot 4 inches he was built like a football player and a sufficiently different example of the male type from as to almost seem not to be of the same sex as Tim. Leslie was partnered with Dave, a gorgeous Hispanic guy with a mop of black wavy hair, dark smoldering eyes and the body of an athlete. They made Leslie and Tim laugh and, soon, all four became friends. Through all the rehearsals and the first show they kissed quite a few times but made nothing of it. Leslie and Tim were still certain of their heterosexuality, still on the lookout for girls and disappointed when girls would take even less notice of them than before. They assumed that they would revert to their original selves once this series of shows was over and rationalized wearing women's clothes all the time as merely taking this assignment seriously. The show was a great success. Every thing went like clockwork. There was excitement and electricity in the air and the beautiful young men were infected by it. They wore the clothes with panache, strutted down the runway on their high heels as though they had always worn them. Keith and Peter had complained during rehearsals that A cup bras, which did not need breast-forms, would not indicate the femininity of the Group enough. But as usual Keith had little affect on Barbara. Tim and Leslie did not mind wearing A cups. They thought that if they sported larger bosoms the transition would have less realism and therefore be less intriguing. Even Andy and Paul wore their dresses with flair and rose to accept their partners' kisses rather than cringing as they did in rehearsals. The show was MC'd by Debbie Cole, the beautiful star of the soap, Heartbreak Park. Her commentary was so suggestive that an atmosphere of sexual tension was generated in the audience that carried through into the reception afterwards. The reception is where the serious business is conducted. There the Group mingled with reporters and buyers and all the other aficionados of fashion shows. As representatives of the Mode Agency their presence and friendliness drew in business for the agency. All the members of the Group were propositioned at least once. Tim had offers from two men and a middle-aged woman to became their sex-slave. Another woman said she would love to train him to be her maid. Propositions were typical of these events but the fact of the Group wearing dresses changed the nature of the proposals. One journalist was so taken by Tim's beauty that he cornered him outside the washrooms. He kissed his neck and shoulders as he pressed him against the wall. Tim was wearing a long strapless shift in pale blue taffeta so there was plenty of exposed flesh. He was professional enough to know that he could not make a scene. Barbara had warned the Group this might happen and they were to be polite and firmly discourage the person. After all, she explained, they would be beautiful and sexy and it was only natural that people would be aroused. The escorts were supposed to stick with the Group but on this occasion Tim had left Jackie to go to the ladies. The journalist was breathing hard and kissing him feverishly. Tim could feel the man's erection through his dress pressed against his abdomen. It was Dave who rescued him by gently but firmly pulling the man off him saying he was his girl. It was not a moment too soon as he had pulled the zipper of his dress half way down. Underneath, he was wearing only his bra, a tiny thong and stay-up stockings. It was an interesting insight into some of the trials of being a woman. "Thank you Dave. You're such a darling. From now on you will be my 'knight in shining armor'. Oh, could you help me with my zip... Umm, thank you." For the remainder of the reception either Dave or Jackie stayed with Tim, their arms protectively on his waist. That was not necessary but it was a nice touch that made him feel beautiful and desirable. Leslie seemed to have struck up a friendship with an attractive, mature woman who was trying to persuade him to join her boyfriend in a m?nage ? trois. After an hour people began to leave. Victor invited the Group back to his hotel suite for a party starting at eleven. In the meantime, Leslie, Dave, Jackie and he were going for supper and then dancing. Chapter Three: Dances and Parties They changed out of their gowns into something more suitable for dancing and partying. Searching through the rack of Barbara's collection. Leslie found a high-neck halter dress in a lustrous satin and Tim chose an emerald green satin sheath with spaghetti straps. Both dresses were lined, which allowed the boys to get away with the minimum of underwear. Leslie wore a halter bra and G-string in pink lace and Tim put on a strapless shelf bra with a tiny matching thong. Neither of them wore nylons. They picked out strappy sandals with four-inch heels, which would look nice, but would probably be uncomfortable for dancing. However, comfort was not an issue when one wanted to look pretty. After fixing their make-up and slotting large hoop earrings through their pieced lobes they found the guys and drove to the restaurant. After a delightful meal they went on to a posh nightclub and danced until eleven. Both Dave and Jackie were accomplished dancers and Leslie and Tim were no 'slouches'. Both had always enjoyed dancing but this was the first time they had danced in dresses with male partners. The dresses felt gorgeous as the fabric rippled over their bodies and even though the high heels were uncomfortable they felt light on their feet in them. They danced almost without a break, swapping partners, until it was time to go. Leslie had one dance with a stranger, which turned out to be quite risky because the guy made a heavy pass, rubbing his erection against Leslie's groin. Luckily Leslie was wearing his gaff. It might have been awkward if the guy had discovered that his lovely partner was equally well endowed. Aside from the risk, Leslie had enjoyed feeling a guy's hard-on pressed against his body knowing that he was the cause of it. Tim was less inclined to experiment than his friend. For the last couple of days Leslie's conversation had been laced with comments about certain guys being cute, and what did Tim think of 'so-and- so', and how he would not mind necking with that guy... "Leslie, are you seriously thinking of doing it with a guy?" "I don't know. Part of me wants to but it's very scary when I think about it." "Keith and Peter seemed to survive it quite well." "I know, but that's not the point. It's something inside me that's scared. I'd definitely do it if you would." "Oh, I don't think so. I still prefer girls." "I suppose I do too, but they're not exactly throwing themselves at us." "I know. Who can blame them? I mean, look at us." They drove in Dave's car to the party. Tim sat in the back with Leslie. It was past midnight when they arrived and things were just getting going. Victor's suite was huge. The living area was large enough to allow more than ten couples to dance. The adjoining suite had also been rented. The second living room was reserved for those who wanted to talk and there were six bedrooms where people could go and be intimate. This was the usual arrangement at 'Mode's' parties. Tim always danced because no one ever wanted to be intimate with him. Dave and Jackie went to fetch the drinks while Leslie and Tim walked through the rooms to see whom they knew. Most of the models, male and female, were there with partners and lovers. Andy and Paul had taken over one of the bedrooms and they were into some heavy petting with their adorable girl friends. Keith was in a small hallway being felt up by two hefty guys. They caught a glimpse Peter disappearing into a washroom with his own stud. Tim envied those two. They had an endless diet of sex and thrived on it. Studs liked them because they would try anything. They wandered back into the dance area and saw that Dave and Jackie were in the arms of a couple of good-looking guys doing a very respectable waltz. They were about to go into the talking room when two guys asked Tim and Leslie to dance. They were models from a rival agency and 'hunks'. After introducing themselves they realized they had just snared two members of the now famous 'Group'. Waltzing through the couples filling the room they peppered Tim and Leslie with questions about their cross- dressing. They felt quite pleased with themselves that they were so well known. The two hunks felt hopeful that they might score with two beautiful T-girls. After two dances the guys wanted to keep going. Leslie and Tim finally gave up on their shoes and took them off, put them on a lamp table and got down to some serious dancing. Two quicksteps and a fox trot later and the music slowed. They closed in for a 'smooch'. Tim's partner, Jeff, became very clingy. His lips pressed into the nape of his sissy partner's neck and, while one hand rested in the middle of Tim's back crushing him against his chest, his other hand stroked and pressed Tim's bottom pressing his groin into Tim's abdomen. It was more intimate than Tim would normally have allowed but he had drunk quite a lot over the evening and his guard was down. In fact, he found the closeness warm and comforting. Both his arms slipped around his partner's broad shoulders and he rested his head on Jeff's chest. Jeff's penis was swelling and hardening. Tim felt it through his dress. He wondered if he dared to rub himself against the stiff member and thought how odd that he would think of doing that. He had never thought of doing any such thing before. But Jeff's penis had a magnetic attraction and Tim had an irresistible urge to get closer to it. Knowing that it was erect because of him made him feel desirable and he rather liked being desired. It was what all the dressing up was about. Luckily, there was another slow dance and they continued in their clinch. Jeff asked him if he was comfortable. "Ummm, very." As he spoke, he looked up at him and Jeff seized the opportunity to kiss Tim's lips. It was a light and tentative kiss with closed lips. When Tim did not reject him Jeff went further and pushed his tongue into his mouth. Tim went straight to heaven. It was his first real kiss and he thought it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. They stopped dancing and stood in the center of the floor locked in a long dreamy kiss. They were interrupted by the music picking up the tempo. "Shall we go somewhere quiet, Tim?" "Yes, I think we should. I could feel an interesting lump that needs to be explored." Tim was shocked as the words fell out of his mouth. He could not believe he had said such a thing. "Well, I can't think of a prettier explorer." "I'm sorry. I can't believe I said that. The words just slipped out." He laughed in a nice way and Tim giggled helplessly. With an arm around his waist Jeff guided Tim rapidly towards the bedrooms. Far from being reluctant Tim was thinking "At last!" It wasn't a girl that he was going to have sex with but, in his satin sheath, shelf bra and skimpy thong, he would not have known what to say to a girl. The last two weeks of intense cross- dressing had conditioned him for this moment. He went eagerly with his man to find a place were he could surrender his body to him. God, he was horny! His little penis was achingly stiff, his throat was dry with anticipation, and his whole body trembled with excitement. The first three bedrooms were occupied. In quick succession he got visual lessons in how one woman can service three men, how two women do it together. In the third room he could not tell if the person struggling under a large muscular man was male or female. All that was visible were two slender arms and legs waving in the air. The rest of the body was hidden under a large naked man. He caught a glimpse of Leslie's dress lying on the floor. Wow! So he was actually doing it! That made him all the more determined. The next room was empty. They dashed in and threw themselves onto the bed. Instantly, they were locked in a torrid embrace, kissing madly, tongues playing tag, hands frantically feeling bodies. As they kissed Tim could feel Jeff struggling with his pants. Oh God! He was getting his cock out. Now that he was committed he felt scared of that part so rather than help him he kissed him harder. All he wanted to do was kiss. He could have happily done that all night. Tim closed his eyes and concentrated on Jeff's tongue in his mouth. It did not take Jeff long to get his slacks and briefs off. He was bouncing around on top of Tim as he gradually won the struggle to free his cock. Tim slipped his hand down Jeff's back and found the cool globes of his naked bottom. Jeff raised Tim enough to pull up his dress and slip down his thong freeing Tim's small stiff penis. Scared, as Tim was this was also extremely erotic. He was shaking with desire and could not concentrate on kissing any longer. Instead, he simply held Jeff in a desperately close embrace as Jeff raised Tim's legs and positioned his pelvis between them. Tim felt the wet tip of Jeff's cock touch his anus. He hugged him tighter burying his face in his shoulder, waiting to be penetrated. At that critical moment he heard Leslie's panic-stricken voice. "Tim! Oh Tim! I have to go. Please come with me." Tim opened his eyes and saw Leslie distraught, in tears, his hair mussed up and his neck and shoulders red with several hickeys. All he had on was his bra. His crumpled dress was over his arm. His penis, still a little swollen was hanging limply from his crotch. As he took in the sight of his dearest friend in tears he was also conscious of Jeff's cock firmly pressed against his entrance ready to plunge into him. "Leslie, whatever is the matter?" "Timmy, I can't tell you here. Please! Oh please, we must go now." Jeff was kissing and nuzzling his neck and murmuring in his ear. "Tell him to fuck off." "Leslie, you can't mean now? I mean, we're... busy." Jeff was pushing his cock hard against him and he could feel his anus opening. "Yes, I do mean now!" There was no question he was very upset. So was Jeff. "Tell him to fuck off! Come on baby, you and me have some fucking to do!" He was moaning piteously in his ear while still trying to enter him, with some success. Tim's anus was stretching painfully and the head of Jeff's cock was almost in him. He felt huge but much as he had wanted to be fucked the magic had gone. Jeff was getting impatient and pushing his cock hard as he tried to enter Tim. Tim was beginning to dislike his attitude. This was his best friend in distress and all this oaf could think off was ramming his big ugly cock into him. With a sudden burst of energy he swung Jeff off him and slid off the bed. Snatching his purse off the night table, he and Leslie dashed from the bedroom and ran into the living room, at the same time he pulled up his thong and Leslie slipped his dress over his head. They grabbed their shoes off the lamp table and ran to the elevator. Once inside they put their shoes on. The marble floor of the hotel foyer resounded with a rapid staccato tapping as they hurried out of the building as fast as stiletto heels would allow. Only when they were safely in a taxi could they relax enough to talk. "Timmy, I'm so sorry. You were having such a nice time." "Leslie, darling, don't worry about that. It was fun leaving him in the lurch. He'll get over it. What happened to you?" "That man was a brute and he smelled. I should never have gone to the bedroom with him. I was stupid. All I could think of was that I wanted to try sex. He was the first available prospect. I did not like kissing him and when he put his thing into me I felt nauseous. I struggled like mad and told him I was going to throw- up. That made him loosen his grip and I was able to get out from under him and out of the room. I was terrified he was coming after me and I ran into the next bedroom to hide. I did not expect to find you there." "Well you're safe now. I suppose that's the first and last time for you?" "Oh no! I'll just be more discriminating next time. After all he liked kissing Dave and Jackie. What about you? Were you enjoying it?" "Um, uhmmm! It was... uuuhhh! Words can't describe it." "It hurt when he entered me, but he was very big. What about you?" "Well, it was starting to hurt but he never actually got it in me. He was just about too. In fact I could feel myself opening up." "I'm so sorry for spoiling it for you." "Leslie, darling. You're my dearest friend. I could not leave you when you were so upset." "Timmy, you're the sweetest friend any one could have." For the first time since they became friends they hugged and kissed each other. They were both crying. It was the dresses. "You know we are no longer two guys that are friends. We are now girl friends." He was right. That night they slept together. They put on baby- dolls and snuggled, hugging and kissing and talking almost till morning, about clothes, and make-up, but mostly about the kind of guys they liked. They slept till noon and had to rush to get back to the hotel in time to prepare for the show. This was a private venue at a downtown hotel for a select group of buyers. At the reception after the show Tim was mingling in a crimson satin ball gown with an A line skirt. His 'protector' Jackie was following him around with an arm slipped around his waist to dissuade any 'Lotharios'. They had worked together for several days and now they had completed two shows. Consequently, they had kissed quite a few times and he thought it was affecting Jackie. Tim was not unaffected and he was much more open to having sex with a man after the brief tumble with Jeff. Brief though it had been it had whetted his appetite. He liked Jackie and liked kissing him. The night before they had danced together for more than two hours but he had assumed that the beefy stud was not attracted to him and was merely a friend. He was hoping that Jackie would proposition him. Tim was being especially friendly and clumsily learning how to flirt. Eventually, when he was just about to give Jackie up as a hopeless case Jackie asked him if he would mind fining a private corner where they could 'talk'. They sneaked off to a small office adjoining the reception room. It was furnished with a desk, filing cabinet and swivel chair and had several dusty boxes stacked in a corner. Jackie closed the door and they embraced. Tim opened his mouth and played tongue tag for a while. Jackie's arms held the sissy gently but firmly, one arm encircling his waist while his other hand stroked and fondled his bottom. What could be better than to be wearing a satin ball gown while being passionately kissed and hugged by a handsome stud? Tim could think of nothing he would rather do at that moment. His erogenous zones tingled in anticipation, his penis stiffened, and his love entrance had an expectant feel to it. Jeff had kindled his appetite and he was ready to go further. Jackie took his hand and placed it on his crotch. Tim again felt some pride that he had made a man hard. Jackie's cock was quite large. He wanted to feel more and as Jackie explored his bare neck and shoulders with his warm, moist lips Tim fumbled with the stud's belt and zipper and pulled his slacks down. Reaching into the waistband of Jackie's nylon thong he grasped his cock and pulled it out. Jackie stopped kissing him and pressed Tim down into a kneeling position. At first he was not sure what he was doing. Jeff was the only other man he had been physical with and he had been about to put his cock into his love hole. Naturally, Tim assumed Jackie would do the same. As he stared at the swollen cock pointed at his face it dawned on him that he was expected to put it into his mouth. Keith and Peter had told him all about fellatio and it had sounded like horny fun. Tim adjusted the skirt of his dress so that he would not crumple the fabric and took hold of the shaft eager to suck his first cock. Jackie's cock was between seven and eight inches long and uncut. The thick, folds of his foreskin completely shrouded the head. Tim kissed the foreskin and planted little kisses down the length of Jackie's shaft, while he delicately felt his testicles. These were twice as big as his own and, as he caressed them, the sack contracted. Tim was extremely horny by now but he was also in exploring mode, as he had never been this close to another man's equipment. He kissed one of Jackie's testicles and drew it into his mouth. Tim heard him suck in his breath and knew he had done a good thing. He reflected on the sperm that was in the testicle in his mouth that he was soon going to release. Turning his attention to his penis he pulled the foreskin back and exposed the red spongy head. A shiny droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip and he licked off the salty fluid. Tim slipped his lips over the head and took nearly two inches into his mouth. He was completely entranced by having a cock in his mouth. It was an intimate and lecherous thing to do. It felt firm and the tip was spongy and it was alive. Holding the rigid shaft with one hand he sucked and licked the head vigorously while sliding his lips up and down the shaft and over the tip. His other hand fondled Jackie's testicles. His own cock throbbed and strained inside his panties as he licked and sucked Jackie's organ. The taste of pre-cum was quite strong now and Jackie was moaning and gasping as Tim rubbed his tongue along the sensitive ridge. Tim suspected that Jackie was not far off his orgasm but when Jackie ejaculated he was taken by surprise. Tim felt the cock jerk and two spurts of cum hit the back of his throat before he pulled back and took the rest on his tongue. His first load of semen was thick and gooey and very pungent. He was unsure what to do with it, as he had not thought that far ahead, so he swallowed it. That was as far as it went. They returned to the reception and Jackie eventually left with the same stud he had danced with the night before. Tim was a little disappointed but he would not have missed the interlude in the office for anything. After such an intimate moment their partnership on the runaway was more, relaxed and affectionate. They briefly became lovers but Jackie was not the man who carried off the trophy of Tim's virginity. Chapter Four: Surrender Three days later Tim and Leslie were packed and ready to fly out with the Group to LA for a two-week booking. Freddie's 'New Look' had been getting rave reviews and the Group was in demand. LA was their first port of call and they were leaving the following morning. They had finished a meeting to make final assignments of some new outfits. Andy and Peter had been having a little spat over who would wear a dark green satin pant suit, a third change outfit. Andy said it would go perfectly with his red hair while Peter argued it would look stunning against his black skin. Leslie and Tim agreed with Peter but Victor over-ruled them and gave it to Andy. Afterwards Victor took Peter, Leslie and Tim into his office to explain his decision. Victor had felt that Andy was starting to 'come around' and was taking an active interest in cross-dressing. He wanted to encourage him. They had all noticed that he liked to wear satin. Tim agreed with Victor that Andy was changing his attitude and taking more of an interest. Well if the pantsuit helped then Victor was right to let Andy wear it. Peter agreed. Andy was so gorgeous in a dress that they all wanted him to accept cross-dressing more. Of course, where Andy went so did Paul. After the argument was settled Tim was doing up the straps of his stiletto sandals, getting ready to go shopping with Leslie when the phone rang and Barbara said it was for him. It was Kenny. Tim had not heard from him since the night he had tried to kiss him. He wanted to go out. Tim mouthed whom it was to Leslie who made encouraging signs to him. Tim hesitated. "No strings, let's just see if it can work. If you would rather walk and talk that's fine." Tim thought it could do no harm. After three weeks of intensive effort to look beautiful Kenny's call was a sort of validation. The last week had been a sexy experience, not least because of his abortive attempt at intercourse with Jeff and fellatio with Jackie. Tim was very horny and excitable. Keith told him he needed a good fuck. Well, he was the expert. "Okay. Where do you want to meet?" If it did not work he would be escaping tomorrow to LA. "I'll pick you up in 15 minutes." "I'll be at the front entrance. Bye." Leslie was more excited than Tim and insisted on touching up his make-up to "accentuate his charms". They both giggled nervously. Barbara found him a silk floral sheath to wear. "Barbara, this is divine! But I need a light purse." She found him a white, micro-fiber, shoulder purse and, in addition to his make-up, she put in a tube of lubricating cream. "What's this for?" Keith burst out laughing, "Oh Tim, you're so innocent." He put his lips close to his ear and in a stage whisper said, "If things get hot, tell him you want to freshen up, go to the ladies and put a little dab of cream into your love entrance. You'll enjoy it much more." Everybody burst out laughing and Tim blushed. "Thanks, Keith." "If you had used some with Jeff the other night he would have slid straight into you and this would not be you first time." "Leslie, you don't need to let every body know." "Too late Tim, they all know what sacrifices you are prepared to make for friends." Peter gave him a hug and a kiss as he blushed again. "Have a lovely time, darling." "Thank you, Peter." "Put one of these in your purse too, Tim." Barbara handed him a panty liner, "You never know when you'll need a fresh one." Tim slipped on a calf length, black silky, nylon coat and white silk scarf. It was light, shimmered sexily and had a sensuous rustle. Leslie came outside with him to wait for Kenny. He was on time driving a flashy red Lotus. Dressed in black leather slacks and a navy silk shirt opened down to his belly button so that his thick gold necklace and muscular chest were visible. His ebony skin looked like polished leather. Tim felt a little surge of desire in the root of his penis. He was a very attractive man, much nicer than Jackie. Leslie kissed him and wished him luck. Tim got into the passenger seat and waved to his pretty friend as they drove off. They soon got over their initial awkwardness and started chatting easily. He told Tim was beautiful, took him to an expensive restaurant and afterwards into the lounge where they sipped cocktails. There was a three-piece band and they danced until eleven. Kenny was black, one of those blacks who are truly ebony. He was very good looking with a completely shaven head, about 6