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Stupid (Part II)
By Sascha Davison
"Okay, sweetie, this is what's going to happen next."
purred Deborah. Deborah and Isabelle had come down to my
room having spent a long hour up in Deborah's room
together. I had changed back into my male clothes.
Deborah was standing with her hands on her hips and with
the help of her beige tight skirt and brown knee high
boots, she had assumed her usual air of somebody not to be
messed with. Isabelle stood at the door with her arms
folded over her ample breasts. My eyes quickly flitted over
her and I thought about how magnificent she would look
naked with her long black hair falling over that lovely
olive skin. When I met her gaze, it became clear she was
thinking of me in her red French knickers, and she wasn't
enjoying the thought. I'd heard a lot of laughing come down
from upstairs while they were talking, but the expression
of disgust on Isabelle's face had returned to how it was
last time I saw her-contempt and disgust.
"We have been wracking our brains to find a way to turn
your... hobby... to our advantage..." said Deborah.
"While we get even with you at the same time." interrupted
Isabelle flatly.
"Yes, that was the tricky part. You see we could destroy
you by telling everybody about you fact that you get your
kicks by dressing in our underwear..." as Deborah said
these words, Isabelle shook her head slowly, her eyes fixed
on me.
Deborah continued, "But as soon as we'd let the cat out of
the bag, that would be that. Yes you'd be fucked and we'd
have fun watching it, but we'd still be here, and we'd
probably have to pay for your room too."
"Another possibility would be for you to take our jobs
over."
I groaned silently. They were both working every night and
at the weekend to pay for the extra room. There was no way
I could take over their jobs.
"Yes, we might still do that. Thirdly, we've got some other
options that we're going to explore, but that requires some
further investigation. So, take your clothes off."
I stood in the middle of the room looking from one to the
other pleadingly.
"NOW!" barked Isabelle.
"Yes, that would be a good idea if you want this to stay
just between the three of us." said Deborah
I slowly stepped out of my clothes and lay them on the
floor. Once naked, I stood red-faced with my hands covering
my crotch.
"Now do a little turn for us, lovely. Stand so that we can
see you from the side."
I followed their instructions with my head bowed.
"Oh do stand up straight Martin. See I told you Isabelle,
he's got pathetically girly shoulders."
"Put your arms down and pull your stomach in gay boy."
ordered Isabelle
"I'm not gay." I said quietly Deborah walked over to me and
grabbed my head by the ear and pulled my face to hers.
"What did you say? Did you say something to Isabelle?"
"I said I'm not gay." I grimaced.
"Oh you're not gay? You just like to pretend to be a girl,
well whatever, I don't give a shit really. But you seem to
have forgotten something. DON'T!" with her other hand she
suddenly slapped me across face with all her force, "TALK!"
another slap, "UNLESS WE ASK YOUR OPINION. NOW, put your
arms by your sides, pull your stomach in and STAND UP
STRAIGHT."
Fighting back tears, I did what she said. I lifted my head
to the ceiling and closed my eyes. My cheeks were already
red from the slapping, but I could feel the blood flow into
them even more. The situation was bad enough, but I knew
that my dick was pointing straight up and with my hands by
my sides, there was no way I could cover it up. I tried to
imagine I was somewhere else
"Oh, look, he's hard again. What is it with you, you little
pervert?" Isabelle spat.
She grabbed my long hair and roughly pulled my face close
to hers so that I could feel the spit as she spoke.
"Hey gay-boy! Are you listening to me? What are you? Why do
you dress as a woman?"
"Yes, and why don't you tell the truth," Deborah had walked
over. "because if we think you're lying, we'll call Cathy."
She showed me the face of her mobile phone and there was
Cathy's number. Isabelle continued the questioning
"How long have you been dressing like a woman?"
I decided to tell the truth. "Since I was a little boy. I
don't do it often, normally I don't want to. I tried to
give up, honest, but every do often, I just feel...
like..."
Isabelle finished for me. "...like you want to put on our
underwear, we know. But tell me this. Why do you dress as a
woman if you don't want to fuck men? Don't you ever think
about fucking men?"
"NO, like I said, I'm NOT GAY!" I shouted.
"Oh come on," Deborah walked over and started to twirl my
hair in between her fingers. She started to speak in a sexy
whisper "you're trying to tell me that all these times
you've been wearing my lovely, sexy satin undies and
stockings, you haven't imagined what it would feel like to
be in the arms of a real man?"
I was flustered. I'd already said too much, but the
situation was moving too fast for me, and the thought of
breaking down and telling all was turning me on all too
easily.
"You've never imagined feeling his hands on your butt or
wanted to touch the bulge in his trousers?"
"...No, honestly. Please..." I tried not to think. Deborah
walked away.
"Bullshit." she pressed the call button on her phone and I
could here the number dialling.
"STOP! Please don't do that!" I was shaking as Deborah was
holding the phone to her ear.
"Well tell me the truth, then."
"Okay, okay, a couple of times, maybe." Deborah stopped the
call but kept the phone in her hand.
Isabelle grinned. "And? What exactly did you think about?"
"Just, ... you know... stuff."
Deborah walked back over to me. "Listen, sweetie tell us
every detail of your favourite fantasy in gory details now
or I'm going to phone her and tell all. And I want to hear
ALL the details!" with that she pressed to call button
again on her phone.
Isabelle clapped her hands and laughed, "NO, oh come on..."
I was panicking even more; Deborah just waved the phone in
the air at me and raised her eyebrows. I began to sweat. I
tried to make something up, but I couldn't think. I screwed
my face up, took a deep breath and told the truth.
"Okay, I fantasize about being with a guy and being forced
to do stuff." My voice shook. My face was red.
"Come on! It's nearly ringing!" laughed Deborah.
"What do you want? Its the truth."
"SMUT!" roared Isabelle "DETAILS!"
"Okay... I dream about being made to suck his dick."
Deborah stopped the phone and smiled, "Go on quick, we're
listening." She held the phone at arms length with one
finger on the call button. "Hurry up!"
"Look, in the fantasy, he's my master and I dress as a
woman, and I'm his slave and I have to do whatever he says,
or get punished, and he ties me up and whips me and stuff,
and after that I have to suck his dick. Okay???"
I was shaking. The girls went quiet. I thought I'd shocked
them, and I took the opportunity to try and talk my way
out. "So please, Okay, I've told you, now, tell me what
I've got to do, and I'll do it, but please stop this..."
"I bet you swallow in your fantasies. Do you think about
him fucking you too?" interrupted Isabelle. She put her
hand on my naked bottom. "Does he give you a good pounding?
WELL?"
Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't believe she wanted more.
"Y-yes." I sniffed.
"YES WHAT?" Shrieked Isabelle into my face.
"YES, I like to imagine him fucking me and pounding into
me!" I sobbed.
I had never heard these fantasies come out of my mouth
before, and now I was telling them to these two I felt
ashamed and disgusted. Tears were rolling down my cheeks
now.
Isabelle smiled contentedly. "GAY-BOY!" she exclaimed
exultantly.
Deborah took over. "Right, we don't have all day, hold your
arms out away from your sides and stand still." She walked
over to me and started to spray what looked like shaving
foam all over my body from the neck down.
"Oh God, Deborah is this hair remover?" I was still
mewling. "What are you doing? What am I going to tell
Cathy?" I moaned. I started to put my arms down and moved
to get a towel. Deborah grabbed my arm tight.
"DON'T move a muscle..." she barked, "if you want us to
keep your secret, you're going to have to do what we say
and we say NO HAIR. You're going to have to let us worry
about Cathy; you've got no choice. Now get back, stand
still and SHUT UP!"
I knew what she was saying was true so I returned to the
centre of the room and she continued to spray from my neck
down to the tips of my hands and to my feet. There was a
brief pause while Isabelle tied my long hair up onto the
top of my head. By the time she was finished, the can had
started to make noises like it was running out and the
parts that she had sprayed first were starting to burn.
"Now stay like that until I say you can move."
I stood there in the middle of the room with my hands out.
Nobody said anything for a couple of minutes. The burning
sensation from the cream had levelled out. The girls stared
at my foam covered body with smiles on their faces.
Isabelle started to chuckle and muttered to Deborah under
her breath. "I'm enjoying this you know. I can't wait."
Deborah started to speak, and although they were standing
behind me, I could tell she was smiling. "Me too. I want to
see the expression on his face." Then she rose her voice
and spoke to me loudly like she was talking to someone deaf
or stupid. "You okay over there?"
Isabelle burst out laughing. I was confused, they were
obviously disgusted when they found me in women's clothes,
but now they seemed to be encouraging it by getting rid of
my body hair. The girls carried on talking to each other
quietly.
"Uh, girls, can I ask a question? Uh... please?"
"What is it gay-boy?" laughed Isabelle.
I decided not to complain again. "Why are you doing this, I
mean taking my hair off?"
"None of your business!" said Isabelle. "We feel like it."
Deborah walked up to my face smiling. "We just want to help
you look as pretty as you can be, isn't that right
Isabelle?" She smirked at the other girl.
"That's it, we are consumed with curiosity, so we're going
to go and buy you some sexy new clothes and make your face
up."
"Right, times up, go and get in the shower and then we can
go out." Deborah ordered.
The hair remover worked, and as I watched my hair run away
down the plughole I ran my fingers up and down my smooth
legs and arms. This was a feeling I had dreamt of many
times, but I was unable to stop thinking about what Cathy
would say, and how I was going to explain the lack of hair.
I thought about making up some medical story, but I knew
that it was hopeless. Suddenly the curtain flew back and
Deborah was there.
"We haven't got all day you know. This place only stays
open till 10."
A few minutes later, we were in the car. Isabelle turned to
Deborah and said, "Any progress?"
"Yes, I got another text. It's going better than I
expected." Isabelle's car pulled up outside my bank and
Deborah turned to me in the back seat "Okay, give me your
bankcard and tell me the code."
My mouth opened and shut a few times, but the situation was
clear. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my card and
handed it over. "1768"
"Thank you sweetie!" Deborah beamed as she opened the door.
A few seconds later she was back with a wad of notes.
"It'll only give me 300. We'll have to come back again
tomorrow, but this should be enough for now." She held onto
my card.
"Hey, look, I've only got 1300 in there for the next three
months. That's for food and stuff. What am I going to eat?"
Isabelle turned round from the wheel. "Don't worry, we'll
find something to put in your mouth!"
At this the two girls starting giggling uncontrollably and
my blood ran cold.
"Anyway, you didn't think we were going to pay for
everything," said Deborah "you are the man, after all!"
They burst out laughing again. I sat back and sighed.
Ten minutes later we had parked on what appeared to be
perfectly boring street just outside the centre of town. We
walked down some steps to a shop below street level. As
Deborah opened the door I could hear the deep throb of some
industrial techno and smelt marijuana. Isabelle pushed me
in and I saw that there were rubber garments hanging from
the ceiling and bondage equipment on the walls.
On the other side of the room was a beautiful Goth girl
with long black hair standing behind a counter smoking a
joint. She was wearing a long black dress, which was loose
apart from a tight corset around her mid-riff that pulled
her waist into an hourglass figure.
"Hi there!" she said.
Deborah put her arm around me and pulled me over to the
counter. "Hello, this is our flatmate. We caught him
jerking off whilst wearing our underwear and so we've come
to make him dress like a slut."
I lowered my head to the floor in complete shame.
Deborah hit me around the back of the head. "Look at the
nice lady while we're talking to her sweetie."
As I looked into the eyes of the shop assistant, she smiled
and winked at me. "Who's a lucky sissy then? Two lovely
girls to play with you!"
Isabelle leaned over and whispered something in her ear. As
she was talking, the girl stopped smiling. Whatever
Isabelle had said seemed to shock her.
Isabelle leaned back and smiled. "Oh, uh. Okay..."
stammered the assistant and walked around the front of the
counter.
Her air had become distant, and she seemed a bit taken
aback and seemed to pretend I wasn't there. "So do you have
any idea what you're looking for?"
Deborah took a list out her bag. "Yes, we've done some
research and we've got a pretty specific list." she handed
it to the shop assistant. "Does that look about right?"
"Okay, lets see, yes, I think we can help you." She turned
to me. "Take your shirt off, I'll have to take some
measurements."
I muttered something about a changing room but Isabelle
started to whack me round the head, so I pulled the shirt
off and she carried on.
"Waist, 30, chest, 38, yes, no problem. Okay, I'll be right
back."
She disappeared into the back of the shop. I started to
pull the shirt back on but Isabelle stopped me.
"Leave your shirt off, you're going to have to try it on."
I stood in the middle of the shop with my hairless torso
exposed. The assistant returned.
"Right, he'll have to try the corset on, you never know
which one will fit."
She held up a black satin corset. The back of the corset
was heavily laced and there appeared to be a great deal of
boning, as well as 6 thick suspender belts.
"You sure you don't want PVC for this as well?"
"No, satin is fine for the corset, besides, I doubt this
will be his last one. Let's see how it fits. Take your
jeans off, sweetie."
Soon I was standing in my briefs and the assistant was
trying to ignore the wet patch. The assistant took a long
time undoing the laces to the point where I could step into
the thing and then the three women started to lace it up. I
realised that I was right about the boning.
As they pulled the strings tighter and tighter, I started
to find it difficult to breathe. Suddenly, I heard the bell
go and a blonde woman holding a motorcycle helmet walked
into the shop followed by a tall man who was clearly the
owner of the bike. I looked at the muscles in his chest
visible through the T-shirt underneath his motorbike
leathers and contrasted them to my weedy torso. I felt
their eyes bore into me, and the woman giggled something
into the man's ear, which made him laugh. Isabelle and
Deborah smiled at each other and then at me. The shop
assistant started to hurry with the strings, wanting to get
rid of us.
"This should reduce his waist by about 4 inches and give
him more than the right shape." As the strings got tighter,
I found I could only take short breaths, and the heady mix
of hyperventilation and humiliation made me feel woozy.
"Okay, that seems to be okay. Now these pants, don't you
want something a bit more flattening?"
"No, I want to be able to see how much he's enjoying it!"
Deborah smiled.
"Okay." The assistant walked around the shop and threw some
stuff into a bag, which she then brought back to Deborah.
"That's everything except the boots. Size 9?"
During the trip back, Isabelle and Deborah discussed make
up.
When we got home they lead me up the stairs into Deborah's
room and ordered me to strip. Having sat me on a chair in
the middle of the room, Isabelle started to pluck my
eyebrows while Deborah knelt down and painted my finger and
toe nails bright red.
"You'll be wearing gloves tomorrow, but it's important to
feel pretty underneath, don't you think?"
"Tomorro..."
"STAND STILL!"
After making me shave my face closer than I ever had
before, the girls set about dressing me. I soon found out
the PVC they were referring to were black glossy PVC
panties which clung to the contours of my bum while
"allowing plenty of room for when you start imagining Geoff
naked." The corset went back on, along with seamed brown
stockings. They pulled the corsets strings tight again, and
the same feeling of light headedness that I had felt in the
shop came over me again. Things started to take on a dream
like quality.
Finally they did my make-up and I sat still while they
applied foundation, eyeliner and mascara. "You're going to
have to learn how to do this yourself, you know." said
Deborah. Finally they put on lipstick and stood back to
admire their work.
"Wow, what a sexy little slut." gasped Isabelle. "I'll get
the camera!" She left the room. I looked up at Deborah
pleadingly.
"Now don't be scared, we're just going to take a few little
pics for our personal use. Take a look at yourself."
I stepped over to the mirror and my mouth dropped. The make
up and the new eyebrows had transformed my face into that
of a genuinely passable female. The thick black eye make-up
and blood red lipstick had indeed made me look extremely
sluttish. The corset had completely changed the shape of my
body and my waist looked almost unnaturally small. Isabelle
came back with her digital camera.
"Here we are, now just strike a few poses for us."
I stood motionless.
"Oh come on!" said Deborah, "Let's see a smile on those
pretty lips."
I smiled feebly.
"No, no, give us a pout, that's it, now put your hands on
your hips."
The camera flashed more times than I could count as the
girls made me take up various provocative poses. I resigned
myself to giving them what they wanted and followed their
instructions as they told me to get down on all fours and
to lie on the bed with my head in my hands and my stocking
clad legs up in the air. Isabelle disappeared and returned
with a lollipop.
"Now lick it... no, put your tongue out further, that's it.
Now put it in your mouth. Try to look like you're having
fun, good! Stick out your bum!"
After a good half hour of this, they decided they'd
finished and told me to go back to my room and take off the
clothes.
"After that, get something to eat then go back to your room
and stay in there until we come to get you, we've got a lot
of work to do." ordered Deborah.
I stood there thinking I should ask about what they were
going to do with the photos, but nothing came out of my
mouth.
"Well go on!" shouted Isabelle, and I scurried out.
I fixed some food and then returned to my room and waited
for them. I tried to read a book, but my mind was filled
with the day's goings on. About an hour later, I heard
Geoff arrive and the three of them laughing and talking in
the kitchen. Some time later, I heard the doorbell ring
again and I wondered who it could be. After the arrival of
the new guest, I didn't hear anything at all. Soon,
however, Deborah walked into my room.
"Right, come on, there's someone who wants a word with you.
Don't worry, I've arranged things so that only us four will
know about it."
Four?
"But if you want it to stay like that, you'd better keep
your mouth shut."
I followed her down the corridor into the living room.
There, sat at the table was Isabelle. Next to her Geoff
smiled up at me shaking his head. Next to him sat my
beloved Cathy. She had obviously been crying for a long
time, as her eyes were red. My heart sank as I looked in
front of her on the table where there lay print outs of the
evening's photo session. Nobody said a word for a moment,
then Cathy stood up and walked over to me.
"Cathy, I..."
But Cathy silenced me with another hard slap across my
face. I was getting used to being slapped.
"SHUT UP!" Tears began to roll down her face afresh. "Just
shut up."
I could tell from the way she was talking that she had been
drinking, and I knew she couldn't handle her alcohol.
"I feel so... ashamed, it's so humiliating what you've been
doing." she'd obviously been planning her speech. "I loved
you so much, you'll never know, but Deborah has shown me
that you're a dirty little pervert, and I don't want
anything else to do with you."
At that she fell down onto a chair and began to weep. Geoff
put his arm around her to comfort her and she wept into his
large chest while Isabelle poured her some more wine.
Deborah turned to me. "Well I think you've caused enough
trouble for tonight, don't you? Now I want you to go back
to your room and stay there. We've got a big day tomorrow."
"But Cathy..."
Geoff stood up then. "Get the fuck out of this room you
little maggot before I beat the crap out of your sissy
arse."
I looked at Deborah and back to where Cathy lay in tears
and then I turned and left the room.
Two hours later and I hadn't heard anybody leave. I thought
that I'd heard people go to bed, so I assumed that Cathy
had crashed out onto the sofa. Seizing the opportunity, I
tiptoed down the corridor to the lounge to see if I could
talk to her, but I didn't see her anywhere. Confused I went
back to my room and lay on my bed.
A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound of Geoff
and Deborah having sex. My room shook as they went for it
harder and harder. I could hear Deborah crying out and
tried to imagine the scene. Geoff was so much bigger than
Deborah; he must have been lifting her off the bed with his
large hands.
I started to think about the things that the girls had made
me say. I had to admit to myself that when I was in the
mood for crossdressing, I did fantasize about men. However,
I knew that I wasn't gay normally, only when I was en
femme, and the majority of the time, my femme side stayed
quiet, and I cringed when I thought about it.
I thought about how Deborah must be feeling with the big
strong man pounding into her and after a couple of minutes,
I reached for Isabelle's red French knickers and pulled
them over my smooth legs. I lay on the bed running my hands
over my soft skin.
They got louder and louder until Deborah came to a
shrieking orgasm and there was a moment of quiet.
However, I quickly heard the Geoff fucking machine starting
its long wind up again and small whimpers coming down from
above. Suddenly, I realised the sound of the voice was
different, surely Isabelle hadn't joined them? Then as I
slowly came to realise that the new groans were Cathy's. My
beloved Cathy, innocent Cathy was being worked over by that
caveman Geoff while Deborah looked on.
I heard her groans get louder and louder as he speeded up,
guttural animal noises and purrings I'd never heard her
make for me. Finally the whole room was shaking, much more
than I'd ever known it before, and I started to hear her
unearthly screams and groans quite clearly.
"Uuuuh, yeees, oh God, fuck me, ummm FUCK ME!!!" And then
an out of control gurgling shriek drifted down.
I was weeping uncontrollably as my hand moved up and down,
my penis hard inside the silky fabric of Isabelle's French
knickers.
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