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Caught with Consequences Pt IV
By Teaser
So there I was, dressed rather seductively, if I do say so
myself. Black tights. Black spandex miniskirt. Sexy little
high heeled sandals. Satin blouse. Just a hint of black
lace peeking out from my teddy. All in all, not bad. Unless
you count the fact that I'm not a girl. I'm a man. Dressed
as a girl. Forced to by my co-worker Debbie. See, I like to
wear pantyhose. Nothing big, just a pair under my pants. I
like the feel. Well she caught me. And now she was
threatening to tell every one at work, unless I let her do
what ever she wants. And she wants to see me dressed
completely as a girl. So I went along. And now here I am.
I'm sitting next to her on the sofa, in her parents' way
big house. And we're about to go shopping for my new
wardrobe. Fortunately that meant catalogs and not a trip to
the mall. I was extremely distressed. Not because I was
wearing women's clothes. But because I was wearing women's
clothes and was so turned on I couldn't believe it. With
every movement I felt the spandex miniskirt pulling on me,
trying compress. With every breath I felt the lace teddy
massage my chest. My emotions and my body are in overdrive.
And I don't know what to feel, or how to react. All I can
do is go with the flow. And the flow right now is looking
at fashion ads.
"Just flip through some of these and let me know what
catches your eye." Debbie told me. "We're gonna need a few
different outfits. Some shoes, maybe a pair of boots. A wig
or two. Some makeup. A purse too! What do you think about a
corset or something to give you more of a figure?"
"Debbie" I said "I'm in way over my head. I can't think
straight about anything."
"Oh yeah, and something to take care of that." She pointed
to my raging hard on. "Very unlady like. There must be
something drag queens use. Maybe on the internet."
Since I simply could not process all the feelings an
emotions running through my head - not to mention the
hormones - I decided to do two things. One: don't think
about it. Two: drink heavily.
After about three more bottles of wine, several catalogs
and a half dozen web sites, we had quite a shopping list.
And a pretty hefty bill also. I mentioned to Debbie that
she was spending an awful lot of my money on clothes and
accessories that I didn't plan on using that much. As
usual, her response was so Debbie. You can't get anything
past her.
"I'm an administrative assistant in finance, I know
approximately what you make. I've also seen the way you
dress, and your car. I can pretty much guess what your
apartment looks like. Which means you're either a crack
addict, a gambler, or you're sitting on a pretty good size
bank account. Don't you think it's about time you had a
little fun with some of the cash?"
I told her I wasn't sure this was fun yet. She didn't seem
to pay much attention.
She picked out something called "pussy pants" that,
according to the web site would 'effectively' conceal my
male crotch with a 'realistic' looking vagina. Both Debbie
and I agreed, it was hardly realistic looking. More like a
flesh colored thong. But it did appear to do a good job of
keeping said penis out of site. She simply had to have it.
And as I had found out, when Debbie wanted something, she
seemed to find some way to get it.
We also had no fewer than two wigs, some evil looking thing
that wrapped around the waist. Debbie said it was a corset.
It looked very tight. And the model didn't exactly look
pleased to be wearing it. A few small bags, the Debbie
called "clutch bags". A very risqu? business suit, and a
very short party dress. Some lacey underwear. Tons of
pantyhose and tights. And my greatest fear - false breasts
complete with glue. And lets not forget the shoes. Classic
pumps, high heeled sandals, and a pair of boots.
So by the end of the night, we were both pretty exhausted.
Debbie offered to let me spend the night.
"But if you stay, you stay dressed like this, and I'm
locking you in the guest room. No offense, but I still
don't know you that well, and I'm not taking any chances
with my parents' things."
I opted to drive home, and asked very nicely for my male
clothes. She toyed with me for a while longer, telling me I
looked too good to change back to a male and so should go
home dressed as I was. Eventually she gave me my pants and
shirt. She told me to keep on the pantyhose and teddy. And
I should sleep in them also. She warned me about
masturbation and told me I was expected back here in one
week for a fashion show.
I changed and said good-bye. I'd hoped there would be at
least an opportunity for a good night kiss. But alas, I was
simply a toy to her. She was done playing - so I got put
away till she wanted to play again. I drove home, took off
my clothes and went to sleep, in my hose and teddy. And as
I'm sure she expected, I spent the night dreaming of
hosiery, soft nylon, and of course Debbie. I woke up
several times, both from the bizarre dreams, as well as
from the urgent need to jerk off. But I followed Debbie's
orders, and paced my bedroom till the need passed.
The week went quickly at work. I didn't really see Debbie -
only across the room once - and I don't think she saw me.
As usual, she looked awesome. Long legs, short skirt. By
the time Friday rolled around, I was a bundle of nerves
again. I was looking forward to spending time with Debbie,
even if it was in drag. I hadn't jerked off in three weeks.
So I was ready to do what ever I needed to get some
release. And I preyed it would be from Debbie tonight.
As she directed me last time, I used the green gooey stuff
to remove my body hair. And then I shaved my face closely -
twice. I drove over to her parents' house. I arrived around
six thirty or so - she hadn't specified a time. I buzzed
the gate, she opened it from the house. I continued up the
driveway and rang the bell. I waited for about five minutes
- I wondered if this was part of her plan, to make me wait
outside.
When the door finally opened, there she stood. The girl
who's been occupying my thoughts, day and night for almost
a month. And just as last week, she looked great. She wore
a very short gray dress. Polyester spandex I guessed.
Matching gray tights and black high, high heels. Her hair
was done up very nicely and the make up was just so.
She smiled and said, "I trust you're properly prepared?"
"Yes Debbie, just like you asked."
"Well the come on in. Your stuff showed up. All except for
the boots - they're on back order. You have pretty big feet
for a girl."
There it was. Another reference to me as a girl. That was
about the third or fourth one. I filed it away for future
reference. I followed her in to the house, and over to
sofa. There was an arrangement of boxes and bags.
"I want to start with the gray suit. She pulled it out of a
bag and held it up for me to see. "What do you think?"
"Where's the rest of it?" I queried.
There didn't appear to b enough material for the skirt
alone, much less a jacket.
"Oh please, it's amazing how a guy's opinion of an outfit
changes when he has to wear it. Get undressed so we can
started."
I stripped off my clothes and folded them up neatly on the
floor next to the sofa. Me? Fold up my clothes? Neatly? She
rally was fucking with my brain.
"First things first - you're little buddy needs to be taken
care of. Here" she handed me a small piece of flesh colored
latex. "Try these on for size."
"Hey! What do you mean little?!?!"
She laughed. I liked her laugh. She thought I was funny.
I studied the 'thing' she gave me, all I could think of was
it was going to be really tight. I held them the way I
thought they went and stepped into them like briefs. I
pulled and tugged and pulled and pushed and yanked. When I
finally got them up to my hips, I tried to figure out how
to arrange myself.
"According to the directions, shove your balls up inside
your pelvis, push your dickie down between your legs." She
must have noticed my confusion.
I did my best to comply, and when I was done, I did indeed
have little or no bulge. But man was it tight. I'd never
had anything shoved that far up the crack of my ass before.
My cock tried to get hard, but there wasn't any room for
it. The latex didn't give an inch. It felt so weird. Not
being able to get hard. The pressure was so great that I
started to get even more turned on. But I couldn't. My
balls felt about five pounds each.
I started getting a little weak in the knees and so sat
down.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I don't know. This thing feels so weird. My cock is trying
to get hard, but can't. It's hard to describe."
"You're not in pain, are you?"
"I'm not sure. It feels like some one kicked me in the
balls lightly - and their foot is still there. My instincts
tell me to lay down in a fetal position and cry for Mommy."
"Then you're okay to continue?"
"Would you make me if I wasn't?" I had to ask, to see if
she cared, even a little.
"Of course, if it hurts that much, take it off. But if you
can stand it -leave it on." I told her I'd try.
Next she handed me a charcoal gray panty and bra set. The
panties were thong spandex. I told her I had no idea how to
work a bra. So she helped me with that. It was a front
hook. Then she pulled out box, took off the lid and showed
it to me. Two flesh colored globs of latex. Fake boobs.
"You like?" She smiled at me.
"Do you think they're big enough?" I asked sarcastically.
"I could get a bigger pair if you like, after all it's your
money."
"No thank you, they're more than big enough."
She pulled out one and it looked huge in her hand. She
pulled a bottle out of the box and read the directions.
"This stuff is glue - it says it's safe to use on your
skin. It's not so much to glue them to you, as to prevent
them from rolling around in the bra cup. I guess to keep
the nipples pointing in the right direction."
She spread a little on looked at me and said "Open up!"
I pulled open the bra cup, she inserted, I let go, she
pressed for a few minutes, then did the other one. When she
finished, I noticed the bra she chose was a complete cup,
which hid the fake boobs completely. But it did nothing to
hide the out line of the fake nipple. It looked very
aroused. I looked my body up and down. No bulge from my
dick, no hair, and pretty darn big boobs. Again, as usual,
Debbie had me overwhelmed. My brain began to fry. I was
getting used to that feeling.
Next she gave me a pair of charcoal gray, control top
pantyhose. I cold see she was very careful about
coordinating colors. I put them on. They must have had a
touch of Lycra, there was subtle shine on them. She reached
for another box. Was there no end to her toys? She pulled
something that looked a little medieval.
"This is called a 'Merry Widow'. Why? I have no idea. It
goes around your waist like this."
And she proceeded to install it on me. Her touch sent
shivers up my spine. She wrapped it around me, laced it up
and pulled it tight.
"Easy will you, I have to breathe."
"It's got to be tight enough to give you hips. Just be glad
I'm not using the full corset this time."
Oh great. You mean she had something even more restrictive
waiting for me?
Then came the skirt. Very short. Very tight. A little slit
up the left thigh. When I walked it revealed the control
top panty of my hose. Finally, the jacket. It was also very
snug. She buttoned me up into it. It made my fake boobs
look like they would pop the buttons.
"Nice, interesting." She was talking to herself as she
inspected her work.
Remember when I said 'finally the jacket'? It wasn't final.
I was finding out we were just starting. She gave me a pair
of black pumps, which I stepped into. I was still learning
to walk in these things, so I was quite wobbly. I
remembered from last week how she told me to be careful.
"So what do you feel like today, a blonde or a brunette?"
"What?" I asked.
"Which do you fell like a blonde or a brunette? Remember,
the wigs."
"You decide." I was past making any rational decision. I
was putty in her hands by this point.
She sat me down at the dining room table, and put a blond
wig on me. Lots of hair, it went about half way down my
back. She used a bunch of bobby pins to fix it to my scalp.
"Ouch" I jumped after about the fifth time she jabbed me
with one.
"Oh be quiet, it's just another thing we girls do to look
good."
Finally I thought we were done, when she pulled a make up
case out and went to work. She had stuff all over my face.
Powders, brushes, applicators. A few things that I couldn't
identify.
She retrieved her purse and pulled out a pair of clip on
earrings.
"These are on me, a little gift for being nice and playing
along."
"Thanks." I said.
I wasn't sure if I was sarcastic or not. After all she did
think enough of me to buy me a present. They were little
silver things that dangled from my lobes. And finally - I
know, this is the third time I said finally, I hope I mean
it this time - a bottle of perfume was squirted on my neck
wrist as behind my knees. Behind my knees? Girls put
perfume on their knees?
"Come with me - I've got a full-length mirror in the guest
room upstairs."
I was very careful on the steps. I was getting a little
better with the heels, but I still didn't trust myself. We
went in, she turned on the light and I looked in the
mirror. I was amazed by what I saw. It was obvious I was a
man, but man, what a sight. The hair, the out fit, the
makeup - I had to admit. She did one hell of a job.
"Very pretty" I mumbled. "But I still look like a guy in a
dress."
"That's because you are a guy in a dress. What did you
expect, Miss America?"
"Well, I was hoping that I wouldn't feel so silly. And I
do. I feel like a pervert playing dress up."
"What did you expect, you are a pervert in a dress."
"Ouch - that hurt." I said to her. This was all her idea,
and she called me a pervert.
"Oh - I don't mean it that way." She said. "The reason you
look like a guy in a dress, is because of the way you
stand, the way you walk, the way you move. The way you feel
- you're in an unnatural environment. There's a lot more to
being a woman than pantyhose and boobs. There's the
feminine mystique. Once you get that down, then you'll see
a difference. And that's what we need to work on next."
She had her hands on my shoulders to comfort me. It felt
good, very good. Ouch, ouch, ouch, my poor balls and dick.
Down Simba, down boy.
We headed down the stairs and it was a wild feeling. I was
showing an awful lot of leg. And the feeling of these boobs
swaying back in forth - at least as much as they could in
my tight jacket. We sat down on the sofa. She flipped on
the TV and started a DVD. Great chick flicks. I rolled my
eyes.
"There's a method to my madness here, watch the movies.
Study the women. Feel free to ask any questions, talk about
any emotions. Place yourself in the women's shoes. I want
you to learn how to feel like a woman."
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