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DEDICATION This small story is at once a dedication to, and an indictment of, the bachelor party that my youngest son roped me into organizing and funding. I honestly think young men expect their fathers to provide a wild last hurrah, complete with babes and free flowing booze. As a responsible parent, I did help to make it quite a memorable night, but alas, not as wild as he might have envisioned. The Bachelor Party By Ashley The Bachelor Party I. Prologue Jeff and Debbie finally broke off their passionate kiss and an embrace that was unencumbered by any thought other than their endless love. Yes, they were desperately in love and were to wed on the morrow. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Debbie chided brightly. Jeff was off to his bachelor party, and neither of them could know the ironic sanction that her words would later turn out to mean. Now, I'm sure you've heard stories about wild bachelor parties. After all, it's the last night of macho freedom a guy has before marriage. But Debbie wasn't worried the least little bit, since her best friend Regina had set the whole party up, and promised to chaperon this, her future husband, through. Assuring Debbie of her groom's timely arrival for the wedding no matter what, Regina could at least be depended upon. Regina had been a close friend to them both since high school, where she seemed to excel in everything she did. She was one of those people who you just knew from the start was destined for success and stature. She was tall, attractive, and maybe a little too sure of herself. Yet you knew you could count on her friendship when she chose to accept you into her universe of friends. True to her name, Regina stood imperiously before the couple, wearing a wry, knowing smile along with a tight, black leather mini skirt, dazzling black sequined halter, and 2 inch patent leather pumps that only exaggerated her long, lovely, legs. "Well, then. Now that that's over with, I'd better get our party animal to his last party as a free man," Regina said with a broad grin. "Don't worry, I promise to get your groom to the church on time." And with that, Regina and Jeff jumped into Regina's Jag and peeled out, Regina driving. "Waaaah-hoooo!" Jeff shouted, as a blue vapor-trail left the powerful Jag's tires, smearing a wiggly black line on the street behind them. Regina slid a tape into the gnarled wood grain dash of her "Beast on the Road", and Jan and Dean's "Dead Man's Curve" began to blast from quadraphonic stereo speakers. Regina delighted in taking a route well known by everyone from their high school days, called "the void". And when they came to that spot Jeff smiled to Regina as he knew what was coming. The powerful car met the point of a crest that precluded seeing anything beyond it, thus called "the void". Regina downshifted and accelerated, literally sending the car sailing, out of control for the moment, into the air. "Ya Hoooo!" they both yelled, as the involuntary adrenalin now being ordered up courtesy of eons of fight or flight shot feelings through Jeff like he hadn't felt in years. Regina felt an even more powerful rush of power as her beast reported her control was back with a subtle squeal as tires once again confirming - contact with the road. She popped the clutch, peeling out, barely avoiding an over-steer, and handled the car back to earth like a pro! Turning down the stereo, Regina was bringing the car back to a more reasonable speed and she turned and remarked, "Now, Jeff." Then she kind of chuckled like nothing had happened. "I was put in charge of your bachelor party, and I promise this party is going to be a gas! You and Debbie are my closest friends, so I want to do this right. Just loosen up for once and enjoy your last night to howl." Not waiting for a reaction, Regina continued, "Some of the things I've planned for you might be a little out of the ordinary, but then, you're not ordinary people. Just enjoy yourself, and rely on me to get you to the church on time, OK?" Jeff was what you might refer to as a stuffed shirt. Holding a place of prominence as an officer in a local banking institution, Jeff was not well known for his ability to "loosen up." If you've ever petitioned a bank for a loan, then you've probably run into a guy like Jeff. He, or men like him, use microscopy on your life, and might have made you feel the need to loosen your tie, or uncross your legs. To put it another way, Jeff had become scrupulous and particular. Jeff was average in the looks department, and his feelings of adequacy may only have been equal to those of Henry Kissinger-- a lady's man in his dreams. Tonight would be different, though. Jeff could depend on Regina to provide a good time, more or less. And of course, Regina would ensure his timely arrival at church in the morning. That was the main thing, being on time. Jeff checked his watch. Jeff and Debbie had spent some months and considerable money planning this wedding, and now he could rest. Maybe even blow off a little steam with a trusted friend like Regina. With a smirk, Jeff disconsidered his watch as the useless jewelry it now was. "I'm entirely comfortable with the notion that I can finally relax now," Jeff quipped. "These wedding preparations have been so exacting, so draining of my abilities. But now it's all done, and knowing you, Regina, I trust I can put myself entirely in your hands. And I expect one a hell of a party! Hell, I deserve a break anyway. I think Debbie and I will throw one hell of a party tomorrow, too." Regina smiled inwardly as she popped the clutch once more, smelling the haughty smells of partially burned gasoline mixed with certain burning rubber... rubber meeting a certain road. II. The Party Begins Jeff wasn't really paying any attention at all to where they were going, and so when Regina abruptly locked all four disks, sending the beast into a suburban driveway, he was surprised to find himself at Cathy's, another of Debbie's girlfriends, domicile. "Are we picking up some of your friends for MY bachelor party?" Jeff asked with a sigh. "Believe me," Regina smirked, "this is going to be the party of your life! Just go with it and have some fun, Mr. Man!" Jeff's heart was already beating just a little faster after the ride Regina and her 12 cylinder Jag had just provided. Fighting off the odor of burning rubber and on his now unsteady feet, he was about to push the doorbell when Cathy's door opened abruptly and he felt himself at the same time being pulled inside by Cathy and shoved from behind by Regina. Suddenly in Cathy's living room, he was surrounded by familiar, if unexpected faces. They were all Debbie's bridesmaids, spare one! The woman standing before him, dressed as a dominatrix complete with whip, plopped a cassette into the tape deck and maneuvered him into a waiting chair. Suzanne Vega's, "You make a really good girl, as girls go" burst from the stereo. Before he knew what was happening, the stranger had handcuffed Jeff to the chair and began dancing before him quite erotically. Jeff was getting a lap dance! Jeff realized that the woman prancing before him, dressed in a tight black leather teddy, black dancer's sheer to waist pantyhose, and five inch heels, was hired for the occasion; he'd seen this kind of thing done before at office parties. But that didn't stop his blushing and as she cracked her whip, he found it increasingly difficult to hide the fire kindling in his head and showing between his legs. Jeff felt really embarrassed as the dominatrix shoved her undulating ass into his face in time with the music, and to the now rising shouts and cheers of everyone present. It occurred to him that none of his male friends were here. In fact, no males were present. Some bachelor party! Moreover, they were all Debbie's girlfriends and they were all wearing scanty, sexy lingerie. Regina was just waiting for her friend to recognize the peril of his situation. She abruptly shoved the dominatrix out of her way, undid Jeff's pants and pulled them off, to the snickering of all the girls there. Jeff was still getting his bearings and figuring this might be just a prelude to his well deserved bachelor party. So he went along with the show, but still, quite embarrassed that his boner showed so obviously. "We're going to have a lingerie show, now," Regina announced. "But first, I think this man needs a drink. After all, it's his bachelor party!" One of the girls handed Regina Bourbon, and she immediately held it to Jeff's lips. Having no time to think, Jeff swallowed deeply and soon emptied the glass. Jeff remembered the times he drank some booze with his buddies in high school. That was the time he found out he just wasn't up to drinking liquor. Everyone always thought that was funny, but when the room spins it means drinking isn't fun. Evidently, Jeff only just now thought of that. Too late. In high school he remembered drinking. What just happened? "Another!" shouted Regina, and the scenario was quickly repeated. She was trying to get Jeff liquored up! And it was working! "Now for the fashion show," bellowed a demanding Regina, standing over Jeff with her hands on her hips and clearly in charge. The girls looked like something out of a lingerie catalog. As each one approached Jeff, Regina suggested how pretty they looked in their sexy clothing. "Oh, I see you like this one," she whispered as she started feeling his crotch. "Hard, huh? Turning you on? Well if you like them so much, maybe YOU should wear them for US. Would you like that Jeff?" Jeff, already messed up on only a few drinks, wouldn't be anyone's model of manliness. He moaned a deep moan while Regina, his wife to be's maid of honor reduced him to a mass of sexual desire. "Why are you doing this to me?" he whined? "Aren't you turned on by this? By the thought of sexy girls wearing these pretty, silky, sexy clothes? If it's alright for us to give you a show, maybe you can give us a show, too. In fact, I think it's only fair that you reciprocate," Regina cooed while stroking Jeff's crotch. "Would you like to put these pretty panties on, Jeff? We'll get you off on the condition that you wear these," Regina suggested while holding a pair of the most feminine, ruffled, pink panties Jeff had ever seen up to his face. The panties were "rumba ruffles" across the seat with ties at the sides. So when Jeff hesitated in his answer, Regina simply pulled his underpants down, and placed the seat of the panties under his ass when he involuntarily sat up. Two giggling girls that Jeff recognized as his fiance's friends then rushed up to tie the sides into big bows at his hips. Jeff was now pantied! The girls were now laughing openly. "You like it, don't you Jeff!" someone announced, more as a statement than a question. She came up behind him and started rubbing his now ruffled derriere. "You like being one of the girls don't you? Say it!" "Hey he's mine tonight!" Regina demanded as she gave his butt a gentle pat. Jeff's face was burning as he hung his head and looked down at the floor. He couldn't look any of these women in the eye, totally humiliated, standing there wearing pink, ruffled, girlie panties with a raging erection that proved that he liked his situation very well indeed. "I need to pass out," he finally managed. The girls basically fell to the floor with laughter. "Are you all happy now?" Jeff petitioned in a pathetically drunken voice. The women roared with ever more hysterical laughter, and not surprisingly, Jeff's cock got even harder. What's worse, it showed. "Well, if you like it so much, I guess that makes you a sissy, doesn't it Jeff?" Regina announced as an indictment. "I don't know why you're doing this. I don't know what's happening to me. Why are you doing this to me?" Jeff whined. He tried to get angry, but it felt so good he couldn't do anything but live in the moment. Regina poured another for sipping and he remembered her ultimate promise: she'd get him to the church on time. "Alright then," he gurgled. And then near oblivion, he heard of the bitch's final humiliation. "This is actually more of a 'shower' than a 'bachelor party', Jeff. All these pretty clothes are your trousseau, and since you just admitted to being such a little sissy, I think you should model them for us," Regina suggested with a smile. Regina was really getting into it herself now, and there was no stopping her. "Put this on!" she demanded, holding up a little wisp of a teddy. "And then get down on your knees!" By her command, the other girls immediately pulled Jeff's shirt and frilly panties off and before he knew what was happening he was stepping into the skimpy teddy. It was a black satin body suit with a little white satin apron in front, and the girls rushed to tie the wide satin apron strings into a big puffy bow at his back. All the while, they made sure that Jeff was kept good and horny. Jeff was in heaven -- he'd finally loosened up. Despite the alcohol and the unusual situation, though, he knew for a fact that Regina would take care to get him to his wedding tomorrow. He trusted her completely, somehow, to do that. III. The Submission Regina seemed otherwise occupied at the time. The girls had managed to get Jeff into his silky, sissy maid body suit, made complete by a ruffled collar strapped around his neck. Girls were chuckling all over the place, which only served to make Jeff more excited. Regina spun around and bellowed in a tone of voice that he'd never heard, "Get on your knees, you pussy! I have a special surprise for you!" Regina had invited a MAN to get a lap dance by Jeff! He was one of her actor friends. This time it would be Jeff giving the lap dance on his bachelor party instead of getting it. Regina's friend was a true thespian actor, and so that's why they all just called him Thes for short. He was none other than Thes Liyer, a fag and a holier than thou kinda guy. (You may have come across his story reviews under his anagram name). And he had a teensky little hardon! "Where's the conflict, you asshole?" Thes remarked, with his usual bravado. Looking for conflict? Thes expected Jeff to just kow-tow and then Jeff did the unexpected, or was it expected? Jeff, in his haze duked Thes under the chin. It was like a bell rang! Calaaang! First Thes's dick wilted, and Thes wilted, out for the count. "There's your conflict!" Jeff spat. All the girls yelled and cheered as they carried Thes out onto the lawn. "Now this is a bachelor party! A sissy just duked Mr. Macho out, the fucking wimp ass!" The girls were delighted by such a putz being decked by a wimp. Thanks to the fondling by the girls, Jeff slowly sank to his knees, kind of forgetting Thes and now liking being treated so nicely by the girls. They made him so hot he'd say or do anything at this point. Regina walked up and shoved her strap on cock in his face. "Suck it, you cunt!" she shouted. For all the world to hear, and especially for his wife to be's bridal party, she boasted, "Let's see our mister perfect man kiss and suck my cock cause a woman ordered him to! Kiss it!" The alcohol, the adrenalin, kicking Thes Liyers ass, the new sensations of the girlie clothing, the humiliation of being dominated by girls, all came together in a synergy that melted Jeff's inhibitions. He was totally into it, and after all he wasn't married yet. This was his bachelor party. He began to kiss and lick Regina's hard dildo as she showed it to his face. The cheers of the other girls around him made him finally suck it, although those girls were egging him on and making sure of his willingness to obey Regina. That was the last thing he remembered. IV. To the Wedding "Quick, get up!" Regina shouted, "You don't want to be late for your own wedding, do you?" Jeff's head was splitting. He was barely remembering what happened. "What did you do to me?" he whined, "I would have been a lot better off going to a bachelor party with my buddies than what you did!" "Oh stop complaining," Regina was already fully dressed in her maid of honor outfit. "You have about five minutes to get to the church! I have your tux right here, and a rechargeable electric shaver you can use in the car. Let's go!" Jeff looked down and realized he was wearing a really tight pair of panties, a garter belt attached to sheer stockings, and the prettiest garter he'd ever seen wrapped around his right thigh. "What about all this?" he said in a panicked voice. "There'll be plenty of time to take care of all of that in the car," Regina hurriedly explained, as she hustled him out of the house and into the waiting limo. The limo, as it turned out, was a limo full of girls -- the bride's bridal party, all dressed to the nines in the most frilly, puffy, pink, and fluffy gowns a man of this planet could ever hope to see. Suddenly, Jeff found himself enveloped in the midst of total femininity, and all of these women had seen him become a sissy the night before. Notwithstanding the single punch it took to take Thes Liyer out, the sissiness of it all felt profound as hell. "I was a man when I took out Thes!" He realized that they were laughing at him, not with him, and that they knew what he was wearing under his tux. The thought, "God, don't let Debbie find out!" crossed his mind over and over. V. The Wedding Jeff knew that all of Debbie's bridesmaids, especially the maid of honor, knew he was wearing girl's finery under his tux. He was a little more nervous than your average groom, and wondering how he would be able to explain this to Debbie. Maybe he could pull a switcheroo in the men's room at the reception. But all of Debbie's friends, especially Regina, had seen him submit to feminization at their hands. What does it mean and how would he explain it to Debbie? Debbie was positively radiant in her beautiful white on white satin and lace gown. With her bridesmaids all aruffle in pink, it was a magnificent ceremony and the reception was more fun than anyone had expected. Debbie and Jeff promised one to the other with vows of undying love that brought a tear to everyone's eye. It was a perfect wedding. The reception went quite smoothly with not so much as a giggle from any of the bridesmaids, and Jeff heaved a big sigh of relief. He began to think he was "home free", and that the experience of the pervious evening was all behind him. He and Debbie were so in love, and this was to be their new, fresh start. Thus their love was etched into eternity. VI. A Honeymoon to Remember Debbie and Jeff slipped out at an appropriate time, of course. The perfect wedding, the perfect reception, the perfect exit. Now, alone in their honeymoon suite, they began to unwind. "Wasn't that just beautiful?" Debbie pronounced it more than she asked it. "It was worth all of the planning, preparation, and hard work, don't you think so, sweetheart?" "Yes!" Jeff exclaimed. So relieved, even if it was to be for the short period of his honeymoon, Jeff felt great. Debbie gushed, "Well, I for one would like to start opening our gifts. This one, from our maid of honor and our bestest friend Regina, says 'Open me first', aren't you dying to see what's in it? I know I am!" Debbie tore into the pretty box with relish, while Jeff just shrugged. Deb peered into the box with widening eyes, and there, atop a pile of satin, was a video tape. Scrawled onto a little yellow post-it note were the words "MY FRIENDS: PLAY ME NOW." Debbie jumped up and plopped the tape into the hotel room's VCR. It was a tape of the bachelor party! Debbie got to see her new husband feminized by Regina and her entourage, and saw him willingly submit to the girls to the point of kissing, licking, and sucking a fake cock whenever a girl told him to. He was admitting to them how much he liked their domination whenever they ordered him to say so. At the end of the tape, Regina had added a special message: "Debbie, you should know how lucky you are having a little sissy for a husband. Put him, or should I say her, in a pair of pretty, silky panties, and she'll obey totally. Just put your hand on her pantied ass, and watch her obey your commands! Why, I'll bet she likes it so much she's wearing girl's underwear right now. Make her take off that tux and see for yourself right now. And I've placed her favorite toy into the box of your wedding gifts. I suggest you use it to 'consummate' your marriage. Bye, now." Jeff was beside himself! His face aflame with embarrassment, there was no denying the truth exposed by the taping of his bachelor party. Debbie's face was flushed, too, but not for the reasons Jeff imagined. She reached down into the pile of satin remaining in the box that was her best friend's gift. She recognized some articles from the mass of satin having viewed the tape's expose "trousseau". This would be her chance. This would be her best chance at being the dominant partner in this marriage. It was Debbie's moment of truth, as well as Jeff's. Just the thought of it made Debbie wet. "Take your clothes off, I want to see if it's true!" Debbie demanded with a bit of a pout, "Right now!" Jeff's face was beet red. He now knew that he had been set up by Regina. There wasn't time, though, to second guess Regina's motives. All he knew was that he loved Debbie more than anything, and he would just have to deal with the consequences of the bachelor party. As he stripped off his exterior clothing, Debbie's facial expression seemed to harden. She, of course, had never seen him this way, but he'd never seen her become so stern, either. She seemed to rise in stature as he seemed to shrink before her with each piece of discarded clothing. There wasn't much he else could do, and finally he stood in front of his new wife wearing a woman's garter belt, stockings, tight panties, and the fancy thigh garter, while sporting a raging hard-on that proved how much he liked it. "Well, I guess this means you're just a pussy whipped little sissy, like Regina said on the video, doesn't it?" Debbie was in a hurry to take off her wedding dress. "Why don't you just say it?" She was out of her dress, and now rubbing her own crotch. "You're a pussy who likes to wear girl's clothes, aren't you, you little cunt! Well, aren't you?" Debbie walked over to Jeff, she was now clad only in her own impeccable, lacy, bridal fare. She reached down and took a firm hold of Jeff's obvious vulnerability. "Why don't you answer me, Janie," her voice dripping with sarcasm with her use of the feminine name. "We're going to spend our whole lives together, so I want you to tell me who's going to be the boss." She reached down and picked up her hastily shed wedding slip and wrapped it around his cock. She began to stroke Jeff's cock with the slip while saying, "Come on, who's the boss? I'm going to be the boss around here, aren't I? I want to hear you say it! Love, honor, and OBEY, pussy! Come on, say it for me Janie!" Jeff could hardly believe this was happening. If he succumbed, this slight, petite, little girl was going to dominate him for the rest of his life! This little girl, half his size, with the nice round butt, proportionate upturned breasts, and the most beautiful mane of golden hair a woman was ever blessed with was challenging his very manhood. In short, Debbie was a knockout, and demanding that he submit to her! Jeff always thought he would be the more forceful of the two, but Debbie was now proving him wrong. If he were to let it happen, he would be under her thumb for the rest of his days. "Say it, you little pussy-whipped bitch!", she said as she stroked his cock all the while with her sensuous satin slip. Debbie may have been small, but her ambitions were anything but. She was out to prove herself to herself, in business as well as in her new marriage. "Say it!" Jeff found himself spiraling downward and into some blind alley in his mind that he never knew was there before. The more Debbie stroked him, the more he loved his domination. Finally, he had to look at himself; he had to look at the end of that blind alley. He had no choice but to admit to himself and to Debbie that he had been conquered. "Yes, you're the boss. Yes, I'm just a little sissy. And yes, I love it!" "Come on now, Janie," Debbie said, "lets see what else is in our perfect wedding gift from Regina." Jeff held his breath as Debbie tore through the box, finally producing the "Toy". "Get down on your back," Debbie demanded, "if you like it so much I'll use it to 'consummate' our marriage." Jeff laid down on the bed, thinking "be gentle" but not daring to say it. It was way too girlish. Meanwhile, Debbie strapped on the dildo, and was on top of him at once. She started by giving him the sweetest kiss she'd ever given. She loved this new power she had over Jeff. She knew, somehow, that he'd act like a total girl and respond nicely as her new pussy slave. "Suck my cock!" she demanded, "You like being a cunt so much, show me how much you like it!" Jeff was never harder, as he began to obey his new master. He kissed, licked, and finally sucked her toy cock, and reveled in his humiliation at the hands of this slip of a girl. Debbie was liking it, too. She knew she'd be in charge from now on, and said so to Jeff's cock sucking face. It made her so hot! She pushed Jeff's legs over her shoulders and consummated their marriage with her new toy, establishing her dominance for life. As she thrust into him, Jeff pleaded for his total submission to her. In the heat of the moment, their love was truly consummated, and their love was truly etched into eternity. VII. Vacationing Girlies Their love was etched into eternity, and now they were on vacation! "Get up, you cute little sleepy head", Debbie chided, "We have to get a move on if we're ever going to catch our plane to paradise." Jeff looked up at his new mate with eyes full of love and optimism. "Here, clean your favorite little toy, and then we're off. I'll pack the rest of our stuff while you're doing that, my love." Debbie said it with a broad smile. But she was holding the toy cock to his face. Jeff was simply humiliated by it, and by Debbie's chiding manner. It made his cock spring to life again, though. His first "little job," he thought to himself. "It's not enough that she took me like I was some little girl or something, but now I have to clean the instrument of my shame, too?" His cock ached as it grew even harder. "Oh, I see you still like it." Debbie chuckled, looking down at his embarrassed cock. "Well, we'll have to take care of that first." She laughed, and grabbed unmercifully at poor Jeff's hard cock. She was quickly on him once more. She just shoved him down onto the bed and straddled his unprepared body. Jeff was pretty shocked by the swiftness of Debbie's action, too. She pulled his wrists over his head and moved slowly up over his chest. Her knees were nearly in his armpits, and her pussy was nearing ever more dangerously toward his face. She felt exhilarated. He felt ever more humiliated. She held his wrists together, over his head, now using only one hand. Her other hand went between her own legs. She was going to enjoy this! Debbie had never before known feelings of dominating power in any of her relationships; it was simply just there now. It occurred to her that she never really needed to think much about it. She knew she liked it, and that was enough. It was that matter of fact. She could see that Jeff was liking his new situation, too. "Eat me, Janie!" she blurted. "And get used to it. You'll be doing it from now on," She breathed it more than she said it. "You'll do it whenever I tell you to. Whenever I want," she panted, "and I want it now! Come on, Janie, make me come! That's a good girl!" "You love it, don't you, baby? You just keep that up, that's right. That's a good little girl." Debbie was really getting into it. She was well into her third one when it was time to go. Vacation awaited. Once on the plane, they looked like any other couple on their honeymoon. Starting their new lives together was thrilling the both of them. They glowed. Debbie and Jeff made eyes at each other the whole time; it was so cute. Debbie felt a great deal of satisfaction, and knew she would master the relationship from now on. Jeff just kept on trying to reason out what had happened to him, but he knew it too. She would rule. They received knowing smiles from their fellow passengers, and each knowing look meant something different to each one of the pair. They both just smiled back. They arrived finally, at the Hotel's best honeymoon suite. Reserved, naturally, as the best the hotel had to offer. Their first little "place" together. Debbie and Jeff began the task of settling in. They went about their respective chores, words unspoken, unneeded. All the while, sweet little diminutive exchanges began to occur. Glances, winks, nods, and plenty of smiles passed between them. These two were married, all right! It was Debbie who broke the silent spell. "You've been such a good little girl, Janie." Her use of the feminine name dripped with sarcasm, and she made sure he knew how much was in a name. She knew it could only turn him on ever more so, and besides, it turned her on, too. "As your little reward, you may lick my cunt!" Jeff found it all too easy to fall to his knees, they were so weak already. He knew that was where he wanted to be, where he was meant to be, and where he belonged. He couldn't help looking down at the floor, though. Then Debbie's cute little feet came into view, spread apart as they were. He kissed them without hesitation -- automatically. So overwhelming were these strange new feelings. All he wanted at that moment was to be her dear little slave forever. Nothing more, and nothing less never meant so much as at that moment. Debbie was feeling the flow between them, and she loved it. Having so much power over her new "wife" was really turning her on. The feelings were brand new to her, too. They energized her. As the more ambitious of the two, she began to wonder how far she could take this rather unconventional relationship. Not one to melt while having her cunt licked, Debbie had just decided, the thought struck her so she just went with it. "Now, Janie, the first thing we have to do is get rid of all that ugly body hair! I hate that about men. Stay where you are, on you knees like a good little girl." Again the sarcasm crept into her tone, "I'll take care of you, my little girl. I'm going to go lay in some quick supplies. Stay!" She was at once out the door and not thinking, pulling her jeans over her round little ass as she went down the hall. It all happened so fast, Jeff never had a chance. Now, he was just alone, on his knees, and not daring to move an inch. Debbie's barked order, "Stay!" rang through his head and made him incapable of any movement at all. "What the hell is happening to me?" he wondered, but continued to kneel there. "Why won't I move?!" Then it dawned on him. His dick was so hard and it actually hurt. He looked down at it. It was a thing not to be ignored. There in all of its glory, staring back up at him, was the best indictment of all. "Because I love it." he admitted. Then he just knelt there, not moving from his spot, and pondering this situation that he'd willingly placed himself into. "Why am I doing this?!" Finally, the answer came. Debbie was back. Hours had passed in Jeff's mind, but there she was, with her pretty, sunny smile holding out a little bag of her purchases. She was so full of life, and Jeff knew he would do anything for her. That was a lock! "Here, use this lotion." She said matter of factly, handing him a little pink plastic bottle. "I want you to put this stuff on your legs, chest, and armpits. Read the instructions, apply it generously, and don't give me any lip." Noticing Jeff's hesitation, she pressed, "Do as you're told! Just do it, Janie!" It was a real order. Jeff had never heard Debbie use that particular tone before. It had said she meant it. She was surprised, too. But it felt pretty good, and she knew she would use the tone of voice more often, now. It worked so well. Jeff looked at the depilatory being shoved into his face, and whined, "I don't think we should go too far with this, honey. What will people think if they see me with shaved legs and all?" As soon as he said it, he knew how foolish a thing it was to say. Debbie was never going to care about what other people thought, not at this moment, anyway. And besides, Jeff had already been seen as a sissy by all of her girlfriends. He knew it, she knew it. Debbie was anxious to test her power, though. "Just tell them the truth," she said flatly. "Just tell them that you're just a little pussy whipped wimp named Janie! Tell them how pretty and sexy it makes you feel." Jeff's cock got harder still. He did not think it possible. He was feeling real pain now. He could not hide that reaction from her, or from himself, either. He was painfully aware of how his own cock was betraying him. She would be able to use it from now on. Cocks can't lie. She counted on it. Jeff recalled a cliche he'd heard once, "Don't think with your dick, man." and so he began to hate his. He took the lotion from her hand and applied it to his legs, chest, and underarms, just as he'd been commanded. While he waited for it to take its "de-male-ing" effect, he read the label. "...will leave your skin smoother, softer, and more feminine." "This stuff smells bad," he winced. But Jeff's erection seemed to grow in direct proportion to the amount of his maleness that washed down the drain. "How appropriate," he remarked to himself. Meanwhile, Debbie was thinking, "This is going to easier than I thought." As he stepped from the tub, she was already waiting for her Janie with a complete set of girlish finery, thanks to Jeff's very generous "bachelor party" trousseau. She just held out the prettiest pair of satin panties, offering to slide them up his new, smooth legs. She never gave him a moment to think, she just did it. "It seems to be working," she thought, smiling her special bright smile. He just stepped right into his panties like it was the most natural thing in the world. Debbie just beamed! "Oh, you should see how pretty and sexy you look right now," Debbie remarked. She thought she felt a little shiver from Jeff as she drew the hot little item up his legs. She had a little trouble getting the tight panty over his engorged cock, so she just reached down and shoved the offending item back down between his legs and quickly drew the panty tight. She gave Jeff a little smack on the ass to signal that she was done. "You are mine," she said. And she said it with relish! That the panties were all ruffles at the leg openings made Jeff squirm a little. Those ruffles teased his now hairless thighs, and poor Jeff thought about how men's, real men's, underwear never even has any elastic at the leg openings. The tightness of the elastic about his thighs made him feel all the more mortified. The pretty ruffles at his thighs and hips made him feel kind of cute. The new physical feelings were taking him ever forward to internal feelings he felt ashamed of. His knees began to go weak again. He wanted to be on them. It would be easier that way. But Debbie wouldn't allow it. She was holding the matching bra out to him, and no words needed to be spoken. She did it with a look. He just slipped right into it, and she quickly hooked it behind his back. He liked the way it cupped his little tits. Debbie put one hand on his pantied ass, the other on his cupped left tit. Through the sexy material, she squeezed his nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. It felt so good to Jeff! While she drank in the effect it had on him, she gave him a soul wrenching kiss. The kiss was hard and soft, all at the same time. Debbie was having so much fun, "filling her 'wife's' mouth up with her tongue." Debbie had always wanted to know how that felt. Now she knew. When she decided to break off her special kiss, she beamed the smile of a conqueror. A special, sly, knowing grin began to take form, and seemed to brighten her already bright face. Her attractive good looks were enhanced by that knowing smile. The kind of smile that only true conquerors may wear. It happens that all hotel rooms in paradise have floor to ceiling mirrors in one spot or another. Debbie took Janie to that spot now. It had the desired effect on both of them. Jeff didn't feel quite so silly anymore, with his hairless body, he was really surprised at how pretty he looked. "As a matter of fact," he thought, "If I were a guy, I would be turned on by me. How can I be thinking this way?!" Meanwhile, Debbie was thinking as she held him, mesmerized, "I own you now, you little bitch." "Put this on, you hot little babe," Debbie said. She held THE short, tight, black skirt in front of Jeff's face. "Matter of fact, get on your knees and beg for it. We both know you want it. I want you to tell me exactly what you want, and just how much you want it. Do a good job and I'll give you a little reward at the end, girlie." In that instant, Jeff thought about the times he had admired Debbie's cute ass in a short, tight, skirt. Just like the one she was holding in front him now. She really expected him to beg her to wear it? He thought about how many ways he'd found to look up girls skirts before, and about how many opportunities he had used, or passed up for that matter, to pat Debbie's ass in those short skirts she wore. He mostly thought about the reward she'd offered. Now it was his turn to be the sex object, and it pleased him to be one. But how to please her was really his foremost thought. Jeff practically jumped to his knees. He kissed Debbie's feet, ass, pussy, pleaded, begged, and in the end, won the skirt. Debbie felt the feelings of winning. Precisely because Debbie was a winner, she knew exactly how to feel, given any situation involving competition. As the more ambitious of the two, it made a lot of sense to her that she should become the dominant partner. Inside, she liked the power and how it made her feel, and she aimed to keep it. She must make sure, though! Debbie made Janie look at herself in that full length mirror. "Do you see your cute little panty lines, Janie?" she coaxed. "Yes, Ma'am. There they are under my tight skirt, yes I can see them." "Good," Debbie snickered. And with complete confidence in her next words, she almost whispered them, "From now on... every time I snap my fingers, no matter where we are, and no matter who we are with, you will put your hands on your panty lines! Look at them carefully now, see exactly where they are. Put your hands there now!" Snap! "Believe me, baby, you will be wearing panties from now on! Keep your hands on your panty lines until I tell you can take them off! I want you to feel your ass, make sure you know where those panty lines are. I can't have you searching for them when we're in a department store and I snap my fingers, now can I? But you will put your hands exactly there whenever I snap my fingers. No matter where we are, and from now on." Snap! VIII. The Invitation After the honeymoon in paradise, and some hefty moving in together action, Debbie and Jeff were just getting comfy in their new home. Debbie clearly in charge, Jeff loving every bit of it... comfy. He was learning so many new ways to please Debbie, and she was getting the biggest kick out of working Jeff. It was all so new, and it was a new level of intimacy. Jeff was washing out both of their delicate hand washables, when the invitation came. Debbie had picked up the mail and she proudly announced the invitation. It had come from their closest friend Regina. "Regina has never given a party at her own home before! We have to go!" Debbie gushed. "Awe, you forgot my bachelor party," Jeff groaned. "No, you silly little sissy, that was at Cathy's, remember? Regina has never given a party in her own home before. Aren't you just dying to see her little sissy? Hmmmm? Knowing Regina, as well as we do, it's probably more like sissies, in the plural form, if you get my drift," Debbie giggled. Jeff got really scared. The women that would be at such a party, were assuredly the same ones who had seen him submit to sassiness in the first place. The same ones, Regina's helpers that had sealed his fate. How could he look at them? How could he look any of their husbands or dates in the eye? Party? He would just have to crawl under the nearest rock. A sense of dread came over Jeff. "My love, we are going and that's final," Debbie said flatly. She had become very comfortable in her role as "the boss around here," as she liked to say. "You may even wear your outside man clothes, if you want, but they've all already seen you in a teddy, remember? So I don't see how it should matter. We ARE going. And you are going to like it." Snap! IX. Regina's Party Regina's guests arrived, two by two. Each couple was bubbling over with enthusiasm and expectation. Everyone knew that Regina, or more appropriately, THE Regina, had a very wide range of friends. Everyone knew that anyone at this party would be someone Regina cared for. Regina, you see, lived up to her name. She was respected, loved, even adored. And when you were Regina's friend, you were somebody. The guests were quite anxious to find out who else she would invite to such a party. Regina was, after all, the consummate instigator, fellow girl in crime, her life hers, and yet, somewhat secretive. A mystery waited to be solved. The yuppie couples gathered about the buffalo wings but it was decidedly not your typical party. There was none of the usual party split: men gathering together one place, women in another. Each couple remained rather inseparable. Fascinating! The ever statuesque Regina, adored hostess, moved succinctly from one room full of guests to another. Her very charm radiated, somehow, throughout all of the rooms. She had that way about her. A way that made everyone she touched want to be in her company. And tonight, Regina looked stunning. The most interesting mingling was taking place at this party. Seemingly, there were people from all over the planet. Everyone got along smashingly. No one was the least surprised when Regina took charge at exactly the right moment. A simple tapping upon her glass was all it took. Her guests waited in excited anticipation. There must have been a reason for Regina's unprecedented party, that much they all knew. "May I have your attention, please?" With a special respect for their hostess, different somehow from ordinary respect, the room fell silent. Not just hushed, or quiet, but silent. Regina made sure she had everyone's full attention before speaking. Then, she began in an uncharacteristically low tone. "You are all here, my dearest friends. Look around amongst yourselves and see who we are. We all went to the same high school, and most of us to the same college. We all grew up together in the same town, same place. Friendship and happiness are the most important things we have, and I have ensured you would have it. I set out to get that done, a long, long time ago. Debbie and Jeff were the last, as most of you know." "It is I who has made sure of it. I made sure of it, because I love you all." The ladies looked around, exchanging knowing glances. The men looked around exchanging confused looks. Regina went on, "I am personally responsible for the sissyfication and subsequent submission of every male here. If there is not a pantied male in this room, let him raise his hand." A long pause of juxtaposed embarrassed and knowing looks took the moment. You could have heard a pin drop. "Then every man in this room knows, as do you, ladies. There are no men in this room." Regina paused to let that one sink in, as well. "I will pay one thousand dollars to any man here who is not wearing panties!" Regina pulled out a fist full of one hundred dollar bills and held them up for effect. She was a powerful speaker. She knew her audience very well indeed, having instigated everything. She knew damn well that every male's ass was pantied. Most of them could only look down at the floor. She wanted her girlfriends to know and understand her motives. So she went on. "No takers, I see." It was as though the room was split by a clever. The women were all enthralled and anxiously awaiting Regina's explanation. The poor men were too embarrassed for words. Finally she said... "I did this for you. I did it because I love you all, and because I can no longer tolerate your being hurt the way that unfaithful men hurt women. I made all of your husbands faithful, humiliated, subservient, little sissies. You need never worry about being burned by your men, or by machismo bullshit. It doesn't exist for them anymore. You are happy with your sissified males, and your males are thrilled to be sissified. I propose the following toast, then..." Regina picked up her glass and held it high, "To our happiness, and to fidelity!" The room was speechless. It was all true! There wasn't a single guest there who wasn't wearing panties, pantyhose, and there were even a few garter belt-stockings present. Every woman in the room was feeling a certain sense of satisfaction at Regina's triumph. And every male was feeling the full weight of chagrin, but liking it, no, loving it! She had set out to do something, got it done, and now she was toasting it. It was a little underhanded, but the love behind her intent sank in. The whole room was silent, while each guest arrived at the same conclusion. Then they burst into spontaneous applause! The room literally erupted with applause. What a triumph! Regina had won the day. Her unselfish act of love and friendship had succeeded perfectly. Each one was forced to a kind of majesty recognition, by Regina, and by Regina alone. She had forced them to think about their feelings. They began to see her in a whole new light. "Ladies, I don't believe you need to think about any of these so called men straying from you, you own them! You 'men' have most assuredly never been happier in your lives. I set out to make you all happy, and I think I have succeeded in giving it some permanency into the bargain. I drink to you, ladies, and to your sissies!" "To female rule!" Jeff shouted! "But wait just one little minute," Cathy bellowed from the sea of party guests, "What about you, Regina? I don't see you with any little sissy in tow! What about your happiness?!" "My man is a real man, Cathy," Regina shot back. "You will most assuredly not see this one kneel to anyone." Hmm... X. Cathy's Way Cathy brooded in the days following Regina's party. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she sulked. "Just what is a 'real man', anyway?" A hint of a smile played across her face as she mused, "Why, I'll bet..." Cathy found herself phoning the other women who'd been at Regina's Party, gauging reactions. "What was that supposed to mean?" Cathy questioned. "Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean, 'He most assuredly won't kneel to anyone?' I'm sorry, I can't help wondering if there is any truth to that." "Don't get me wrong, I love Regina, and I really appreciate everything she's done for me and for all of us," Cathy admitted. Now that she was saying it out loud, Cathy thought about the effort/reward scenario they were all enjoying. They had, every one of them, put in an effort. They were, every one of them, enjoying the return on that effort. But what about Regina? Sure, it was easy enough to say she was the strongest among them, and just leave it at that. But was it OK to leave her happiness totally on her? Something deep inside Cathy said no, it wasn't OK. Regina never did that. "It's a serious question," Cathy said once more to the next friend she'd called. "What does it mean? Does it mean she wants our help? Could it be true that Regina, for once, needs us?" The thought was intriguing to Cathy and Regina's mutual friends. And the seed was planted. They met at Cathy's home, the ladies deciding unanimously. Something must be done to remedy the situation. Despite apprehensions of you don't cross Regina and get away with it, it was settled. Still, arguments persisted over the means -- how to get it done. All of the second guessing over, the women at last decided. Let the chips fall where they may, but they would take matters into their own hands now, and that was that. Each certain of her respective duties went forth to acquire assigned tools. Tools that each had, in her own way, become expert at wielding over the weeks, months, years since they'd possessed sissies of their own. A focused, collaborative effort was now directed upon just one man. Regina's man. The women were masters in their own households, remarkably without any need of force. Their subservient males went to their subjugation willingly, even lovingly. It would be the first time, then, that they endeavored to force a male to become a sissy. Each of them silently resolved in her own mind not to truly force it, only to encourage it, and then just see what happened. Regina's "man", though, was more than a bit intimidating. In Bill's case, they determined, it must at least be made to feel like force. After all, he was "A real man... who most assuredly will not kneel to anyone." XI. The Capture "Hi, Bill!" Cathy chirped into the phone. "Regina asked me to give you a call. A bunch of us are getting together at my place tonight for a 'thank God it's Friday' celebration. It's mostly just a girl get together, but Regina thought you might like to join up with her here. Think of it as a kind of 'watering hole' before the two of you go out," she giggled. "We have the Jacuzzi all warmed up." Yes, Cathy was really up for this, and her exuberant charm telegraphed itself through the phone. It only served to put Bill more at ease. He really needed to join up with Regina tonight. "I'll be over in a few minutes then, Cathy," Bill said a little too brightly. "I have something special to tell Regina tonight. You can bet I'll be there, and please don't say anything to Regina about my special gift." Cathy drew a deep breath to keep from laughing before saying, "Oh, believe me, Bill. Mum's the word." Bill hurriedly threw on his jacket and tossed the little box into one of its pockets. Striding confidently to his Audi, he could not know the excited, nervous laughter and preparation taking place at Cathy's. His arrival was anxiously anticipated. Presently, Bill pulled into Cathy's driveway. Unknown to Bill, Cathy's home was the original scene of the crime of the century -- Jeff's bachelor party. So it seemed innocuous when Cathy greeted her unknowing guest of honor at the door, wearing a skimpy, slippery, one piece, black bathing suit. The suit was no more than a halter top that pulled over the front of her body, back between her legs, up around her butt, tying in front with a big, stingy bow. It was only the beginning of various devices designed to get Bill's heart racing. It was all so carefully planned and arranged. "Wow, Cath!" Bill woofed as he looked her up and down, not bothering to hide it. "Where is everyone?" Cathy explained that everyone was already in her outdoor Jacuzzi, and a relaxing cocktail party was in progress there. "I think we can find a suit for you if you'd care to join us?" Cathy suggested with a sly grin. She knew that any macho man worth his salt would instantly want to join into a Jacuzzi full of girls, and basically take it over. "There's a pair of trunks in the bedroom. They're Bob's, but I don't think she'll, I mean, er, he'll mind." Cathy shrugged, being careful to cover her little snicker. Bill went into the bedroom, stripped, and put on the trunks. Unaware of the danger, he joined the Jacuzzi party. He wasn't the least bit suspicious to find only girls there. "Must be some kind of girls night home," he mused. XII. Silken Bonds The water was very hot, and relaxing. Bill just settled in, allowing his mind to drift. The girl talk all around him began to fade into so much background noise and it had a certain hypnotic effect. He was practically asleep when the two women at his sides tied the silk scarves around each of his wrists! Abruptly, the girls used them to pull his hands behind his back and tied the scarves together! "Hey, what goes on here?" Bill looked up to see the women grinning down at him. At first, he thought it must be a joke in very poor taste. Cathy was beaming. "Man, that was easy," she thought out loud. "Get up, you little wench!" she barked. "Time for your makeover!" In alarm, Bill jumped up and fumbled his way out of the Jacuzzi, hands tied firmly behind his back. It was just what they wanted him to do. He tried to struggle, but there were just too many of them. Not that any one of them couldn't handle him, but why work up a sweat? After all, they had a long night ahead of them. The women were all around him, holding him in place by his arms and laughing. He felt as helpless as a kitten. As if this wasn't humiliating enough, Debbie reached down and pulled his trunks off! Now he was standing in front of these laughing women: naked, hands bound by a pair of silk scarves, being forcibly held by his arms, and growing erect. "Untie me! Now!" he yelled. "Well, we can untie your silky bonds, but you'll never be free of them," Debbie chortled, pinching his cheek as though he were a child. "Once a sissy, always a sissy, dear." She looked down to watch his cock grow even more erect. "Hard. Good," she thought. "She'll make a fine slave for Regina by the time we're done with her." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bill spat. He was at once angry and confused. A kind of disbelief stopped him in his thrashing, but it wouldn't last. Soon enough, he would be kicking, biting, and screaming in panic and terror. They knew it too. To prevent exactly that, Cathy deftly buckled strong leather straps around his ankles during his initial confusion. Now she attached their embedded D rings to a "spreader bar". The ladies now released their grip and admired their handiwork. It was energizing to them, seeing this man totally overpowered and at their mercy. But there would be no mercy here. Cathy stood before him and seductively untied the bow at the front of her one piece bathing suit. With an impish grin, Debbie started dragging a pair of satin panties over Bill's engorged cock. There wasn't a thing he could do about it; he could only stand there wondering. The women knew it was only a matter of time before it would occur to Bill that he could scream for help. They would preempt that little trick, too. Debbie wrapped the slippery panties around his now raging hard on and squeezed hard. As she did so, Bill's mouth opened in an involuntary scream. At that exact moment, someone behind him shoved something into his mouth. Bill felt a rubbery shaft fill his mouth, and looked down his face in horror. There was a cock sticking out of his mouth! The two headed dildo had been ingeniously drilled through the middle so a leather cord could be threaded through, turning it into a combination cock gag / dildo. He felt that leather strand now being tied intently at the back of his head, holding the gag tightly in place. There was no way it was coming out, and it effectively muffled his involuntary shriek. "That's right, sissy," Debbie chuckled. "It looks the same way on both ends. You're sucking a cock!" Cathy had still another gift for Bill. Her suit was off and she was tying its halter laces behind his neck. She roughly forced his cock down between his legs, pulled the slippery material tight against his crotch, back through his spread legs, over his rear, and fastened the laces in a big bow at the front of his waist. As she did so, she pressed her naked tits against his. An audible sigh escaped Bill's lips, much to the delight and snickers of all the girls. "Let me go, let me go," Bill tried to plead, but the message was garbled by his gag. "What's that, sissy? Paint your toes, paint your toes?" Debbie teased. "Oh, of course we will paint your toes. But first, we have to get rid of all of that ugly body hair. Ugh, Disgusting!" With that, the girls were all over him with some kind of sandpaper mittens. The peculiar product was purported to be able to remove hair from legs "quick and easy." "Boy, does this shit work good, or what?" Cathy laughed, as Bill's hair practically fell off under the abrading mittens. Bill's feminization was well underway when something started to become abundantly clear. His pretty legs, small waist, and full hips were really quite lovely. He had a very girlish body for a man. Was this the quality that attracted Regina? Probably not, since no one had ever really noticed it before. But now it was obvious! "Wow, just look at her, will ya? She actually has little girlie hips!" "I want to see her with her cute little knees together!" someone said. "Show off those hips, baby!" Cathy reached down and stroked Bills aching crotch, and cooed, "Would you like that, sissy? I'll bet your legs are getting a little tired being spread that way for so long. Promise to be a good girl, and I'll release the bar." Bill nodded his promise. His feet his own again, Bill looked around thinking it was time to run! It didn't go unnoticed. He was pretty much surrounded, though, and escape was a fleeting notion. As if to ensure it would stay that way, Cathy picked up a really menacing looking paddle. It had two plies of black leather, and was designed to make quite a sound rather than to inflict any real pain. THWACK! Bill practically jumped a foot as the plies landed squarely on his barely covered ass. He felt like a complete fool to react the way he did when, to his amazement, it didn't hurt a bit. The women laughed hysterically. "Let's go inside, ladies," Cathy ordered, as she put a special emphasis on that last word. Bill defied them by whatever means he had left available. At this moment, it was in his mind to keep his legs apart, since one of them had expressed a desire to see his pretty hips accentuated. He defiantly kept his legs apart, in a kind of macho male style. Duly noted, Cathy held the menacing paddle and ordered, "Knees together, sissy!" To no avail. "I'll bet I know how to make her put her knees together," Mimi chimed from the back of the gathering. It was her special talent. She'd had trouble with her husband Pat, or Patsie as she now called him, and she knew exactly what to do. "I brought along just the thing. Just in case," she offered. Mimi was one of those girls whose face lit up whatever room she entered. She was exuberance personified: a little bundle of energy. She pulled a pile of ruffles from a bag she'd brought. It was the frothiest, pinkest, ruffliest petticoat any of them had ever seen. It was at least 50 yards of froth on a waistband. "Put it on her!" she charged. "Put it on her and I will make her pose for you!" Before anyone could count one, Bill was forced into the ruffles. The petticoat was the softest, pinkest nylon tricot that anyone on this planet had ever felt. As they slid the pretty thing up to Bill's girlified waist, they could feel him shiver. Was he starting to like this? Mimi walked up to Bill, looked him right in the eye, and ordered him to put his knees together. When he again defied the order, she simply rubbed the soft petticoats between his inner thighs. She knew how it would weaken Bill's newly shaved, smooth legs. "You like that, don't you sissy?" Mimi breathed seductively into Bill's ear. Automatically, Bill pulled his legs together in an attempt to stop this new torment. He had put his knees together, just as Mimi had predicted. To the cheers and taunts of the women around him, he was indeed being sissified despite his resistance. Debbie and Cathy had to hold Mimi up, she was laughing so. "Are you stupid, or something, Bill? Look at yourself!" The three girls drew Bill before a full length mirror. "Spread your legs all you want, it's only going to make you look sexier! Look at your girlish body! Come on, try to look masculine. I dare you! I want to see how a macho man acts when she's been put in 'her' pretty petticoats," Mimi taunted. XIII. Sultry or Poofy "I had it in my mind to put her in a pencil skirt, the way she carried on about not keeping her knees together," Cathy said flatly. Bill's struggles lessened, but nevertheless remained in evidence. "Bill! Don't you know this is what Regina wants? Now settle down!" Cathy was playing a trump card that she didn't have in her hand. She knew better, but she couldn't help herself. She was now overplaying her hand, so confident in Bill's love for Regina. But an enormous and visible sense of relief swept over Bill. Cathy took the gag out of Bill's mouth, and with his continued silence, a great measure of satisfaction crept into her being. Cathy had won a major victory, but how would her friend Regina respond? She would probably be pissed, Cathy decided. But it was done. It was now safe to untie Bill so that he could be further de-maled. He went willingly, believing Cathy's proposition that this was what Regina wanted of him. Pretty soon he started to like it, anyway. The girls had long before decided that he should become the biggest poofy sissy of them all: Regina's "real man." They put his willing little ass into a tight pair of pink, satin panties with lots of ruffles about the leg openings and waist. As the frilly panties played across Bill's all too girlish hips, the women busily strapped a matching pink, satin garter belt around his waist. Next came his first pair of sheer, black stockings, rolled up his smooth, feminine, hairless legs. The girls could actually feel him shiver as they attached the sheer hose to the dangling garters. Chuckles and taunts went all around as Bill, ever more sweetly, became the girlish sissy they wanted. It was a remarkable transformation, and there was no going back. Lastly came the matching bra, a particularly de-maling device, as they all knew. "Now hold your arms out, dear. Straighten your fingers as you walk. Point your ankle when you stop. Pretend you're holding a tray, sweetie." On and on, over and over, and in the course of that single weekend, the determined women succeeded beyond what they'd thought possible in two days time. They'd turned Regina's macho man into the swishiest sissy of them all. They were very careful not to make him kneel, though. They could easily have done, but it was for Regina. It was to be their gift to her. It was important that he kneel to her first. XIV. Regina's Surprise It was Monday morning, and Cathy yawned a wide, slow yawn. The Sun was streaming through the glass, and the phone was ringing. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cathy complained to the annoying phone, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Hi, Cathy, it's Regina. Have you seen Bill? I haven't been able to track him down all weekend, and he said he had something important to tell me; that was Friday afternoon. I haven't been able to get in touch with him since. It's not like him to just disappear like that, and I'm getting worried." "Oh yes, he's here," Cathy mumbled. "He's been here all weekend, Regina. And yes, I think he has something important to tell you, too." Cathy was about to hang up when Regina's realization struck the both of them right in the face. Regina just blurted it. "You didn't!" "Well, Regina, you're a quick study a