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Caught with Consequences Pt III
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"So, lets get started then, shall we? Take off your shirt
and give us a spin."
Realizing that resistance was futile, at least for the time
being, I complied. I took off my shirt and dropped it on
top of my pants. I did clumsy 360. After all, what the hell
was I supposed to do - strut down a catwalk?
"I was afraid of that." She said out loud to no one in
particular.
She's afraid? She's Afraid? SHE'S AFRAID!?!
"What are you afraid of?" I asked with trepidation.
"That hair. Look at it. You're back looks like shag
carpeting. It simply has got to go."
"What do you mean it has to go?" I didn't like where this
was going.
"I mean, unless you want to look absolutely ridiculous,
that hair has got to come off - and all of it. Now."
"You can't be serious Debbie, I'm a guy, of course I have
hair."
"Not for long, follow me."
And she got up and headed for the stairs. What could I do?
I followed.
We entered a bathroom. She told me to take off my pantyhose
and climb in the shower. This was the first time I had been
completely naked in front of her. I tried to gauge her
reactions, but she's a tough cookie. All business.
"I figured from the hair on your arms, you were hairy all
over, so I took the liberty of picking up some of this."
She said, handing me a plastic bottle.
"What's this?"
"Just start spreading it on your arms and legs." she
replied.
"Not till I know what it is." I demanded.
She stopped fidgeting in the cabinet, put her hands on her
hips and stared at me with a most no nonsense look.
"Hello, McFly, anybody home? What do you say you just do
what I say and I won't start work on my new Internet video
'Transvestite Technician'?"
Whatever backbone I started to grow, quickly dissolved.
The stuff was green, and gooey, and smelled bad and it
tingled and I just knew what it was doing. After 15 minutes
or so and another bottle and a half, I was covered
completely from the neck down. Debbie had put on a Terri
cloth robe and some latex gloves to do my back. Within ten
minutes this stuff was driving me crazy. I didn't even want
to imagine what it was doing to my balls.
"Debbie, please, can I wash this stuff off, it's burning my
privates?"
She was reading the directions and said, "A few more
minutes. And stop being such a baby about it. Think of this
as a taste of what we women go through to look good. And
you might as well get used to it. From now on I'll expect
you to have done this before you arrive."
I was aghast! "I have to do this every time before I come
over?"
"Three words, 'waa, waa' and the all encompassing 'waa'. Of
course you do. And if shaved balls are anything like a
shaved pussy, you'll probably want to keep those things
hairless. It'll itch like hell growing back."
Wonderful prospect!
With that, she the hit shower knobs. Water washed over me -
at least it was warm - and the green stuff went down the
drain. So did my hair. A ton of it. All of it. I was
stunned. I hadn't looked like this since before puberty.
Debbie put on another pair of latex gloves and carefully
inspected me for stubble.
"You'll want to make sure it's all off, nice and smooth.
Are you getting all this down?" A few more pokes and prods
and she proclaimed. "Okay you're done."
She tossed me a towel and pointed to a can of shaving cream
and a razor. "Clean shave, mustache too."
"Come on - I've had this mustache since I needed to shave!"
"Think of it as a new look, we girls need to do that from
time to time."
There was a slight musical quality to her tone. And that
crack about 'we girls' didn't go unnoticed.
"You'll find deodorant in the medicine cabinet. Oh - and
try a little perfume too - NOT COLOGNE."
With that she headed out of the bathroom. I heard her shout
over her shoulder.
"When you're done come back downstairs."
So I stood there and gaped at my reflection. It was me
alright. Except a very strange, hairless me. I hadn't seen
my bare chest in years. The cool air felt so strange on my
skin. I looked down and my dick looked considerably larger.
A slight tinge of pride. I shaved. I took off my precious
mustache. I'd been the first in high school to grow one.
And I'd had it ever since. Now it was gone. The only
deodorants I found were decidedly feminine in appearance
and smell. I picked one. I put it on. It worked pretty much
the same as mine. I figured what the hell, I've come this
far - so I looked around and found some perfume. It smelled
girly enough. A little on my wrists and neck, like I do
with cologne. We'll, I figured now was the time of
reckoning. So I headed out.
I quietly made me way down the stairs searching for Debbie.
She found me first and said, "It's about time. I was
wondering if you lost your nerve and slipped out the
bathroom window."
"Not likely, you have my clothes."
And I pointed towards the couch where I left them. And they
were gone! She did take them! Now what?
"Don't worry, if you behave yourself you'll get them back
just fine. But for now, let's get you into your new
clothes. Here put these on first."
And she handed me what looked like a pair of black or at
least really dark tights. I slipped them on and immediately
noticed how different they felt. Much more intense.
"What kind of tights are these?" I asked. "They feel so,
so, different."
"They're just regular opaque pantyhose. What you probably
are feeling is the fact your legs are hairless."
"This next." She said as she held out a small wad of black,
shiny material.
"What's that?" I said as I finished adjusting the
pantyhose.
"It's a lace teddy. Think of it underwear for your torso."
"How do I put it on?" I said examining it. It was small,
tiny even. Very soft to the touch.
"Snap crotch." She said poking her head in a bag she picked
up off the floor. It said 'Kaufman's' on it. I located the
crotch, and indeed, there were two snaps. I opened it up
and tried to pull it on like a under shirt.
"Hey - be careful with that, it's delicate. You rip it
you're going out to get a new one right now."
I immediately became more careful. I gently pulled it down,
adjusted it as best I could and made some very embarrassing
gestures trying to secure the crotch.
When I finally succeeded in closing them I looked down on
my body, smoothing the material. The feeling was wild. I
started to get hard. The feeling in my legs was more
intense than I had felt before. But now the feeling
continued up my stomach and chest. My hard on was
embarrassingly obvious. Straining against the soft,
stretchy cloth.
"I wasn't sure of your waist size so I picked up a spandex
mini. Here." And she tossed me another small black wad of
material.
It was a skirt. I had a skirt in my hand. In my hand, was a
skirt. A skirt I was supposed to wear. Just like that I was
to put on a skirt. Just like that, no debate, no thoughts
no...
"Hey come on honey, wake up, let's get moving!" With a snap
of the fingers, she brought me back to reality. So I put on
the skirt.
It felt wild. Now not only was I covered with soft, silky
clothes, but this spandex skirt was actually compressing my
body. I'd loved watching women wear them in the past, but I
never had any idea they would feel like this. My mind was
starting to become over whelmed with all these sensations.
"A nice silky blouse." She said handing me an off white
blouse.
It was very shimmery, much like the dress she wore only a
different color. White with just a hint of metallic silver.
I started to put it on and noticed the buttons were on the
wrong side. When finished, the hem of the shirt was almost
as long as the miniskirt. So I tucked it in.
Debbie eyed me up and down carefully - like I was a project
or painting. "Shoes, wig, a little makeup. Not bad."
She reached yet again into her magic bag of tricks and
pulled out a pair of tiny black shoes. Shoe bottoms I
should say. With a few tiny black straps - apparently to
hold them all. Oh yeah - and a pretty good size spike heel
stabbing from the bottom.
"Have a seat my Dear." She said with a grand wave of her
arm and motioned me over towards the couch.
I walked over, very self conscious. As I did, the motion of
my legs caused the skirt to stretch and pull on me. My God
this was so turning me on. I carefully sat down.
"Eh-hem, try to be a little discrete please. You are
wearing a skirt."
I looked down and, yes, my legs were spread wide. Well what
do you expect - I'm a guy. I closed my knees as she kneeled
at my feet. She reached down and picked up my foot. The
touch of her fingers on my nylon clad foot sent lightning
bolts through my brain.
"I need a drink." I said for no particular reason.
"First things first." As she strapped the delicate little
things on me.
I tried to stand up, but fell right back down.
"Take your time - and be careful. You can break an ankle in
those things."
"Then can I take them off?"
"No, but you can learn to walk in them." She said with a
smile. "Now gently rise, remember your modesty, and walk
over to the table. Fill both glasses and join me on the
couch."
I did my best not to kill myself. It wasn't easy. If the
heels weren't hard enough, all the other sensations were
overwhelming me. Head to toe caress of soft, tight clothes.
My cock was rock hard, and straining mightily for freedom
from its nylon prison.
I made it to the table in one piece. As I bent over to pick
up the bottle I could feel a rush of cold air over the back
of my upper thighs. I must be giving Debbie quite a show. I
poured the wine, poured the second glass and returned the
bottle. As graciously as I could - with the main emphasis
on safety, I turned and headed back to where Debbie awaited
me on the sofa. I handed her a glass and tried to sit with
as much modesty as I could muster.
"Not bad, you're learning!"
She had an amazing look on her face. Both delightful and
scary. Best as I can describe would be a child who's
delighted with a new toy. And that means I'm the toy!
"So, what do you think?" She asked me.
"I'm not sure. This is all so strange and different. I feel
pretty silly to tell you the truth. And awfully exposed."
"Comes with the territory." She said talking a drink. She
finished her sip and said, "Well, from where I'm sitting
you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself."
She was looking at the huge bulge in my crotch. I could see
that with clothes this tight, there was no room for hiding.
I could even see it throb and twitch.
I took another drink, set the glass on the table and ever
careful not to expose myself asked, "So now what?"
She smiled at me, reached into a magazine stand I hadn't
noticed, pulled out a handful of shopping catalogs and
said, "Let's go shopping!"
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