Girlfriend's Gambit, Part 1: An Evening With Suzi free porn video

Author note: This story has been revised just slightly in preparation for the second (and concluding part). Thanks to all who read the first version and gave such positive feedback. I have tried to take up some of the suggestions made in that feedback in part two. Sorry it has taken so long. Love Cleo Xxx Girlfriend's Gambit, Part 1: I. Sian. Suzi opened the door with a smile. She was dressed casually in tight jeans cut low across her waist and a pretty black crop-top, which had the word 'angel' written across the front. Between the top and the jeans was an inviting band of flesh. "Hi sweetie, you made it. Journey OK?" she stretched on tiptoe to kiss me on the cheek. I nodded. "No real problems. I sat in the seat directly behind the cabdriver so he didn't spot my make-up, but I couldn't hide my painted nails when I gave him the money and I got a funny look then." I showed her my long nails, carefully painted in my favorite 'black cherry' polish, and of which I was very proud. "Mmm very good taste," she smiled. "I couldn't have picked out a better color myself!" I looked down as she presented me with a delicate foot. Her toenails were adorned in a very similar shade. "I doubt that was the first thing that tipped him off though honey", she continued. "You reek of Coco Chanel. I doubt he mistook that for an aftershave." She grinned before looking at my face for a couple of seconds, studying my handiwork. "You're becoming quite the little artist aren't you? Your foundation's pretty good, and the blusher, better than I expected." She paused, "but the eyes could use some work. I'll show you a couple of things later if you like, we have lots of time. How much else have you prepared already?" "I'm already wearing my corset and dance tights under these..." I indicated my drab boy jeans and t-shirt, "other than that only a little underwear and the make-up you've seen. I brought the rest, shoes, 'hair' and a couple of outfits". I held up my hold all. "Well come on in then Sean," she stopped herself "well, that name will not do tonight will it? What would you like me to call you?" She smiled at me directly, challenging. "Umm, I've not thought about it". I said. "Well you have 30 seconds" she flashed me a smile, "or I'll think of something myself, OK? Now why don't you put your bag in the spare room for now and then join me in the living room. I've a surprise for you." "I guess" I said, thinking quickly for some girls names I might try. I followed her as she padded down the hall in her bare feet. They looked pretty with the dark nail polish... but my attention was soon captured instead by her pert denim-covered ass. The low slung jeans allowed a glimpse of the top of a white lace g-string and I was captivated. I couldn't deny I was still attracted to her even though it was over two years since we'd been an item. She paused at the door to the living room and looked back at me. "Time's up, Trixie," she laughed. "Trixie it is, I hope you like it". "What? Trixie?" I protested. "You had your chance" she retorted. "Now go dump your bag, I've something to show you". She disappeared into the living room. I sighed and carried along the corridor to the spare room. She was still always one step ahead. I thought to myself. I never quite could catch up. And here I am again. I certainly shouldn't be doing this I have a new girlfriend, I'm moving on, I need to be over her. But then again it's a chance to dress with no fear of discovery. My new girlfriend would freak if I told her about being a tranny, and here's a chance to dress, have someone see how I look, someone who knows and won't judge me, not now we've gone our separate ways. I dumped the bag in the room and returned to the living room. Suzi had put some classical music on in the background. "Drink?" she asked, offering me a tumbler full of ice and greenish liquid. "I made Margaritas!" "Thanks" I took the drink and took a sip. It was nice, and strong, I felt the alcohol hit me. "Nice" I said. "Present!" she exclaimed, handing me a box tied with a ribbon. "Open it now, then we can get started". I knew I was invited to come round and dress at her flat, but beyond that, we hadn't really made a plan. I needed a private place and she wanted to see. At our last lunch she'd asked me about my dressing and I'd boasted that I was getting pretty good, so she'd called my bluff, told me she wanted to see. At first I'd dismissed it as crazy, but she seemed serious, and that part of every tranny that wants an audience took over. It made sense. A place to dress, no risk of discovery, I could show off how much better I'd got since we dated. All she'd seen was the effects of a little make-up - I could show her the full thing. Of course it isn't cheating on my girlfriend, I'd thought to myself. It's not sex with someone else, just dressing up. I wouldn't tell her of course, she wouldn't understand, but it's not cheating. It's amazing how good we are at lying to ourselves. "Well are you going to take it Trixie, or what?" She held out the box. "Sorry" I mumbled. "I was miles away". I took the box. "What's the plan? You sound as if you know more about what's happening than I do." "Well I am the hostess" she gave a little curtsey and laughed. "Here's what I thought: You open your present and gush for a while about how much you love it and how divine I am. Then we can do a little make-up lesson fix that eyeliner and pick a lipstick out for you. Then I can change while you're getting dressed for your grand entrance." "You're going to change?" I asked. "Well of course silly!" she pouted. "You don't think I'm going to stay all dull and drab when my guest is going to so much effort to look nice for dinner?" "I didn't realize," I said. "It's not all about you, you know." Again the pout, but it was clear she was teasing me. "My my, Trixie, you're so caught up with your own thing." She finished her drink. "You're already just like a girl, everything revolves around you." Now she was laughing again. "Well what are you planning to wear?" I asked. "I don't know yet, it's your evening, but I'm not about to be out- vamped! I'll pick something suitable for the occasion. Now are you going to open that or am I going to have to do it for you?" I untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a fantastic black bob wig. It was gorgeous, chin-length and perfectly styled. My own wig was nothing to compare to it, a cheap costume style affair, and a poor fit. This was the hair I'd dreamed about. "It's lovely" I managed to say. "I can barely believe it, it's perfect. Did you know I loved this style?" "You mentioned that you had a thing for the short bob look way back when we were dating, remember how you wouldn't shut up when my roommate Sasha had her hair done that way? I didn't realize until later that it was more than just an idle interest. Did I do well?" There was the little pout and the curtsey again. Was she flirting with me? "It's perfect. That's all I can say. I can't wait to try it out". "Well don't wait then. I'll get us another drink and join you in the spare room". She grabbed the glass and was off to the kitchen. I called her back. "Listen, about the 'Trixie' thing." "You thought of something you prefer?" "Sian" I said. "Sian. How predictable. Do all trannies just pick a girl's version of their boy name?" "I don't know, I've not thought about it, but I think want you to call me Sian". "Sian it is." She disappeared into the kitchen. II. Makeover She joined me in the spare room. Though I was nervous, the effect of the first Margarita was kicking in and I had shed my jeans and t-shirt, and was sitting at the vanity table. My corset did not fully cover my chest, so I wore a black satin camisole over it, and a matching pair of French knickers kept me decent. The dance tights were flesh-colored with a sheen, and did a good job to covering the hair on my legs, but they were not opaque. I'd got my make-up bag out on the dresser and I'd picked out a pink lipstick. She planted her drink down next to mine and perched on the edge of the table. "Pretty camisole", she said, "I'm looking forward to seeing the whole effect. Have you decided what to wear yet?" I nodded over to the bed where my black lycra dress mini-dress lay. "It's a little tarty", I said, "but it's one of my favorites. and the new hair will look fabulous with it." "Right, tarty it is then" she said. "I can do tarty" she flashed another smile and grabbed an eyeliner. "Let's fix that make-up," she said, "and you'd better pick out a darker lipstick, honestly", she tutted to herself, "I think I've got a good one that will go with the nail polish." She deftly removed the make-up that I had made such a mess with when doing my left eye and set to work. She re-did the left eye, and now unhappy with the comparison, did the right eye too. I sipped my drink when I had a chance, and just reveled in the intoxicating experience of having her make me up. Her face was a picture of concentration as she worked, and I could smell her perfume mingling with my own. She would steady herself by holding my arm as she leaned forward, and as she did I had nowhere to look except directly at her modest but pretty cleavage in her tight low cut top. As she moved to work on the right eye she had contrived to balance herself by putting a foot on the stool on which I perched, right between my legs. There was not initially much contact, but I was aware of the pressure of her leg against my thigh, thorough the sheen of my dance tights, and though I pushed back in my seat, before long I became aware of her toes right against the satin of my knickers. She did not seem to know, but moved her foot as she leaned in to work and then back to check the look. I had been turned on before I sat down, and the combination of the smell of the perfume, the sight of her cleavage and the slight movements of her leg caused me to grow hard within my satin panties. Knowing her, I did not assume she was unaware, but I prayed that my hardness would not attract her attention. "Right, we're done here," she said suddenly. "I'll get you that lipstick and you can get dressed. What do you think of your new eyes?" I looked in the mirror. She'd done a great job. They were so much more dramatic than I'd ever managed, and seemingly with less make-up. "Fabulous" I said, "thank you very much". "Right, stand up", she said, "what about up here?" she placed a hand directly on my chest above my corset "brought any help in that department?" "Umm, I have a padded bra" I stammered, taken aback. I hadn't expected that. I could feel my nipple reacting under her palm but if she noticed, she gave no reaction. "Good job for Sian you never worked out too much" she said, with a flash of her eyes that was familiar. My lack of toning had been one of the things she threw at me when we split, how it made her feel to have hard muscle under her hand, how she felt alive touching her new man's body. What she said now she said as a joke but her eyes flashed the challenge: I have a real man now. I was out of my depth, from flirting to intimate contact to a stark reminder of my inadequacies. Where was this going? But she was back to business. "You have a little flesh up here to work with, I can give you a couple of enhancers to put in your bra and that should give you a pretty little cleavage." The smile was back "Honestly, I'm giving all our secrets away, soon you'll have more to offer the boys than me! Don't move - I'll be back in a tick". She spun out of the room. My hardness had subsided enough for me to stand up and I had maneuvered into my bra by the time she was back with the lipstick and enhancers. I stood while she tucked them into the corners of the cups and arranged my 'cleavage'. I knew that the tease was well and truly back when without warning she suddenly grabbed an ice cube from her drink and pushed it into one of the bra cups right against my nipple, giggling at the reaction and my angry squeal of protest. "Looked to me like some part of Sian liked it" she pouted prettily, looking at my erect nipple. "But your boyfriend and my girlfriend wouldn't" I snapped, realizing at once how stupid it sounded. "Oh is Sian going to tell on me?" she laughed, but not unkindly. "Because of course it was when I iced your nipple that we crossed the line right? Before that your girlfriend wouldn't have batted an eyelid at tonight, right? I'm sure you told her about where you were going tonight, what your plans were?" The sarcasm was cutting, but she laughed with it, and I couldn't help but laugh as well at my ridiculous protest. "Come on honey, your tits are done. Now here's that lipstick. You can finish up from here. I'm off to change. Can't let the 'real girl' side down can I?" She stopped and turned at the door. "Oh by the way, I ordered some food while I was getting the lipstick for you. Once we're ready we can eat and watch a movie, OK?" "What movie?" I asked, but she was already gone. I finished getting ready. I replaced the satin French knickers with a pair of black satin thong panties, and carefully rolled sheer back hold-ups onto my legs. They had a sheen to them that caught the light in a delightful way, and I admired the look of my legs and ass in the wardrobe mirror for a while before continuing. I felt the hardness returning in my panties, but I was held reasonably well by the dance tights and thong. I pulled long fingerless gloves up my arms and added my bracelets. Next came the little black dress. It was a killer. It was short, sleek, stretchy, sexy. The black material had a slightly shiny snakeskin effect to it. It clung to my 'curves' and I loved the way it rode up slightly as I wore it. It covered my stocking tops, but I'd have to be careful. The dress looked good, but it was always better with heels, so without delay I slipped into my 6 inch strappy platform sandals and fastened them at the ankle. I noticed the effect they had on my legs as I teetered over to the dresser for the final touches. It always took me a few steps to adjust to walking in high heels. I also noticed my cleavage properly for the first time, more impressive than I had had before and it took me aback slightly. I was going to be hot! God I was so turned on. Could I sit through a movie? I hadn't really thought this through. Oh well. The last items were my clip on silver hoop earrings and matching silver necklace. Having fixed them, and applied one layer of Suzi's dark red lipstick, I removed the new wig from the box and pulled it on. The hair fell beautifully and naturally into place, no wrestling with a brush to tame it. It was a great wig. Until that moment the transformation was never really complete, but with the wig, Sian had appeared. "Hi Sian!" I applied a second coat of lipstick, blew myself a kiss into the mirror, took a deep breath, and headed for the living room. III. Delivery I heard the shower running in the suite in the master bedroom so I knew Suzi wasn't ready yet. In my state of heightened eroticism I tried not to think of her in the shower, or what outfit she'd wear. I wandered into the living room and fixed us both another drink. I loved the way my heels clicked on the tiled kitchen floor. The doorbell went. Shit, where was Suzi? I headed for the master bedroom. "Food's here!" I called from the door. "Be a sweetie and get it!" came the reply from the shower. "I'm not ready yet. There's twenty quid on the table in the hall". "I can't go like this!" I protested. "Why the hell not?" she demanded, "at least you've got some fucking clothes on! He'll only think you're a guy if you carry on shouting like one. Just give him the money and take the food. If you smile prettily he'll probably jerk himself off thinking about you tonight". To the point as ever, I thought, but I had no choice, so I walked, heart in mouth, to the door, picking up the money on the way. The bell went again just as I got there. Well here goes. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open. "Chinese food?" the guy queried. I was amazed at the way his eyes flashed over my body so quickly, taking me in. Tits, ass, legs, then finally up to my face. "Ma'm..?" he finished a little lamely, maybe a little hesitantly. Had he read me? Christ, what does it matter? I flashed him a smile. "Yes, thanks, how much?" my mouth was so dry my voice had kind of given way, coming out cracked and husky, but overall the effect was better than I'd thought it would be. I'm hot! I thought. "It's twenty-two fifty". He said, looking at the twenty pound note. "You're a little short". Crap! I tried to stay calm and looked down at him. In my heels I was easily eight inches taller than him. You're a little short! I thought, cheeky bastard. "You must know how I feel", I flashed him another smile. "Wait here a second." I turned on my heel and headed back to the bedroom, putting a little extra sway into my hips. God that felt good. Get a good look honey, I thought to myself, remembering Suzi's words. Think about this when you're lying in bed tonight. I suddenly realized I was mentally encouraging another guy to jerk off. Had I gone crazy? "We're two-fifty short" I called into the bedroom, "I've got no other money". "Just stall him, I'll be there in a second" she replied. As I walked back down the hall towards him I was able to get a better look at him. He was pretty geeky looking, so he probably really did think I was hot. I got a burst of adrenaline from that thought and it inspired my confidence. I held one finger up to indicate I would be a minute, and swept into the living room to get my drink. I drained it and then headed back to the front door, heels clicking and ass swaying. "My friend has all the money," I breathed, leaning against the door, "she'll be out of the shower in a second. Do you mind waiting?" I tipped forward slightly to give him a glance at my cleavage. "Umm no", he said, looking uncomfortable "but I've got another delivery to make." "Mmm... well I'm sure she's being as quick as she can". I looked at him over long lashes, "she can hardly come out here all naked well can she?" I pouted. His eyes widened. What was I fucking doing? I was dressed like a hooker in my ex-girlfriend's flat flirting with a delivery boy. And my cock was as hard as I could ever remember it, straining against the material of my tights and panties. I knew that if I just leaned back a little, thrust my hips forward slightly, the bulge would be visible through my dress. God what was I thinking? "Umm we don't have any more money sweetie" called Suzi as she approached from the end of the corridor. She wore a short purple dress... tight-ish in the right places but not spray-on like mine. It was silky in texture and hung close to her body to just below her ass. The top was quite low cut, with spaghetti straps, and as she got closer it became clear that it had no back. More prominent than that was the fact that she clearly wore no bra, her nipples standing defined against the material as she approached. Her short auburn hair allowed a good view of her elegant neck and sparkly hoop earrings. I didn't doubt that other than her shoes-- mules with a high wooden heel and platform-- she wore nothing other than those earrings and the silk dress. She slipped an elegant arm around my waist as she reached me, leaving a hand on my ass. "What can I tell you?" she asked the delivery guy, flashing him a smile "Anything we can do to earn the rest of our dinner?" She can't be serious, I thought to myself as the delivery boy stammered for a second. "Bearing in mind of course that we are not whores", she continued. "So you can forget any thoughts of actually touching us. But what if I kissed my girlfriend here for 30 seconds before closing the door? Will that do it for you?" Relief swept over me. Flirting was one thing, but selling my body for a couple of quid was another matter. The deliver boy just nodded, his hand moving to the front of his jeans, grasping the button. Suzi pulled me a little closer, pushing her hips against mine. She surely could feel my hard-on pushing against her? If she did she didn't react, but looked over at the delivery boy. "If you get it out, don't make a fucking mess", she snapped, before reaching up to kiss me full on the lips. Her touch was gentle rather than lustful. I had caught a glance in her eyes before she closed them that told me this was for show, but it didn't stop my body reacting. I allowed her lips to caress mine, her tongue to flick over them and away. I relished the taste of her lipstick mingled with mine and though I parted my own lips to allow my tongue to meet hers a little. I didn't kiss her back, just let our lips and tongues touch gently. Her look had been warning enough that things were not straightforward. I felt the silk of her dress between us as she moved her hips slightly against mine, sending shivers of pleasure through my rock hard erection. I needed to breath quickly to keep control. God I was about to cum in my panties. I was suddenly aware of a groan from the doorway, and Suzi broke the kiss, just in time. I caught a glimpse of the delivery boy hunched forward, trying to push his cock back into his pants, his hands sticky and slick with semen, before the door slammed between us. "Nice kiss" said Suzi, patting me on the ass. "It actually felt like kissing a girl", she paused, "well your lips did anyway". Again there was the teasing smile, as she glanced down pointedly at the bulge still somewhat evident in the front of my dress. "Come on, it's getting cold, let's eat". She picked up the food and headed for the living room. IV. Photos The food was good. Despite my misgivings about some of the events of the evening so far I was relaxed enough to enjoy the food. A large glass of white wine had added further to my intoxication, however, which given my need to be on guard, was pretty dumb. The alcohol was seeping through me, highlighting my reactions to my own outfit. This reaction came mainly to the way it felt on my body, though occasionally I was able to catch a glimpse of the way I looked in the glass-fronted cabinet in the room. It didn't help that Suzi had decided on such a vampy outfit, when she sat on her sofa eating the dress rode up a considerable way on her thigh, and try as I might, my gaze constantly returned there. Fortunately, with the angle at which I sat, my renewed hard-on was invisible, and I allowed myself to relish the various contributions to my erotically charged state. Throughout dinner I had been desperate to apply some pressure to my cock through the front of my dress, and despite my uninhibited state, I had managed to resist, knowing that Suzi would surely notice. When she left to clear the plates and cartons away however, it was too tempting an opportunity, and looking over at my image in the cabinet door, I began to draw my polished nails slowly over the satin snakeskin effect surface of the dress where my erection pressed through from beneath. Unlike when Suzi had kissed me, I was in control of the movement, and I knew I would be able to caress myself without any danger of an accident. I allowed this motion of my fingers to gently pull the hem of the dress up a little, allowing me a glance of my stocking tops. Not too far of course, Suzi would not be gone long, and the last thing I needed was for her walk in on me openly masturbating - but far enough to relish in the sight. Adjusting the angle of my legs slightly allowed me to get a better look up my dress, and the surge of excitement provoked me to apply a little more pressure, now using the underside of my palm to slide the material of the dress against the underside of my cock, which was held tight against my abdomen by the dance tights. "So are you ready to watch the movie?" Suzi was standing in the kitchen doorway. How long had she been there? If she'd seen me she gave no sign. "Sure, what did you get?" I asked, quickly pulling my hand out of my lap. "It's a movie called Bound" she looked at me directly. "A girlfriend of mine recommended it to me, said I'd like it, have you seen it?" "Yes, but I wouldn't mind seeing it again, it's very good." I tried to keep a straight face. It was a favorite movie of mine because of a great lesbian sex scene. Surely she knew - this was deliberate wasn't it? "Is it erotic?" asked Suzi, again looking at me directly. "I got drunk with this girlfriend, Naomi, we talked about all kinds of stuff. She said I should watch it, but I realize now it might be a bit naughty, given the conversation we had". How she was able to look so innocent I did not know. "I like it" I said. "There are a couple of lesbian scenes". She MUST know, I thought at the same time. I had heard a rumor a couple of months back form a mutual friend that Suzi had had a fling with a girl. I couldn't remember the name she'd said though, was this all planned? The kiss, a lesbian movie, the killer dress, was she going to make a pass? Part of my brain knew that this would be trouble, I liked my new girlfriend, I was better off without Suzi. With Suzi I was always insecure, unsure. But another part of me thrilled at the prospect. Was Suzi bi? Did she find me attractive dressed? Would she try and seduce me? God I hoped so. Sex while dressed, it would blow my mind. All these thoughts came and went in a flash. "Let's put it on then," said Suzi, putting the tape into the VCR. I marveled at her sleek smooth back as she squatted to reach the machine. I wished then I could wear a backless dress, but my need for a corset made it impossible. "Shove over" she said. God, she's moving to sit next to me. Again I smelt her perfume, and admired the way her silky mini-dress hugged her pretty figure. With her sitting this close I could get a better look at her delicate feet in the wooden mules, and while she reached for the remote I took the chance to check her breasts, noticing at once that her nipples stood proud against the material. It's not cold in here, I thought, was she horny? We watched the opening of the film in silence. I managed through the opening scenes to cope with my aroused state, despite Suzi's proximity, but knowing what was to come my erection was constant, and I hoped it was not obvious pushing against the material of my dress. Before long, Gina Gershon was kissing and touching Jennifer Tilly, and it got harder still. Suddenly the image froze on the screen. "I know that your dressing is a sexual thing", she said directly, shifting to kneel on the couch next to me. "I know you must be very horny right now, but don't worry about hiding it from me, just do what you want." Her look was earnest. "I don't know what to say". This felt so uncomfortable, here with my ex-girlfriend, the one who'd devastated me with her infidelity. But horny as hell, and being invited to, well what? I can't masturbate in front of her! What was she saying? "I'm horny too," she said urgently, still looking at me. "I can't explain it, it's so confusing but I find myself so turned on by seeing you dressed that way, seeing how horny it makes you, surely you can tell how sexy I find this whole thing?" "I didn't know. Well I hoped, but the signals weren't clear" "I want to watch you", she took my hand and placed it deliberately on my lap, where my hardness pushed against the material. "I know you want t, I saw you before from the kitchen and it made me so hot. I want to see Sian excited, touch herself, and well then we'll see." She ran her hands slowly over her breasts, pinching her erect nipples through the dress, looking at me all the while. "Go on," she urged, "touch yourself". I was confused, thoughts of my current girlfriend flashed into my head, but quickly were dispelled. I began to press the palm of my hand down, moving the material of the dress over the silkiness of my dance tights where it encased my hardness. Somehow the fact that it was in full view of Suzi, at her urging and no longer illicit, increased the excitement. My cock responded beneath my dress, becoming harder at my touch and straining against my tights. I looked at Suzi as I moved my hand, watched her as she watched me. "I love you in that wig, it's sensational," she said, eyes fixed on the movement of my hand. "You look so hot as a girl, much sexier than when you're a boy. How often do you get to dress? I bet it's not as much as you want". "Every month or so", I breathed, still moving my hand gently against my cock, delighting in the sensations coursing through my body. "I share an apartment so opportunities don't come along very often". I couldn't really concentrate on her questions. "You can move the hem of the dress up," she breathed, "I'd like to see your panties." She was still staring intently at my lap, gently teasing her nipples with her fingers. "Do you take pictures when you're dressed? Have you got pictures of different outfits? I'd love to see them." "I don't have a camera," I said, following her instructions and shifting down on the sofa to pull the hem of the dress further up my thighs, until it was stretched right across the bulge of my cock. I placed a hand on the sheen of my thigh, just below the hem, and drew it up slowly, exposing my hardness bulging against the satin of the g- sting. "Go on," she said, looking at me intently, "do what you would do if I wasn't here. Don't be shy." Her eyes were locked on mine, and as I looked back up at her, I did as she told me, hardly believing I was really doing it. I moved the fingers of my left hand from the hem of the dress and pressed them onto the area of bulging satin between my legs. I began to breath in slight gasps as I moved my hand gently back and forth, with enough friction to slide the satin of my panties against the dance tights which encased my erection, all the while watching Suzi's eyes flick between my eyes and the motion of my hand. "I don't know why but it gets me so hot," she murmured, "I really don't understand it, but it does." Her words were so exciting, and I stopped the motion of my fingers to prevent my imminent orgasm from overtaking me. I didn't want this to end yet. I kept a firm pressure on my cock but allowed myself to recover, though this was not easy because my eyes came to rest on the outline of Suzi's breasts against her dress, her nipples prominent. "You didn't answer my question," she said. "I can't believe that you don't have any photos of you dressed. Surely you want to capture the moment when you get dressed, keep you going until the next time?" "I've thought about it a lot," I said. "But I don't have a camera". She smiled wickedly. "But I do. I could take some for you." I realized what she was saying, how eager she sounded. Is this a good idea? I thought. It wasn't so long ago I could barely stand to think about Suzi and her betrayal of me. Now I was about to let her photograph me in such a compromising position? There must be some reason she's so keen, the cynical part of me thought, she never does anything just to be nice. But what could she gain? Her arousal was real enough, I glanced again at her breasts, her flushed face, heard her quick breathing. I had started moving my hand slowly again, excited by the prospect of taking pictures, but I hadn't replied. "Well what do you think pretty?" she said, leaning forward to place a hand on my thigh, sending shivers of pleasure through me. "You know you want to, and I think you deserve a treat, don't you?" her look was enticing. "I love watching you so excited, and I think a photo shoot would be fun - in case we can't do this again as soon as we want." I could barely concentrate with her hand on my thigh. "I don't know, I'm a little nervous about it", I said. "You know, pictures, negatives." "Don't be silly," she laughed. "It's a digital camera! You can take a disk with you and we can destroy the originals, there won't be any negatives. They'll be just for you - promise". She was running her hand up and down my thigh almost absent-mindedly as she spoke, and she leaned closer as she whispered "though there may be another price that I'll ask you to pay before I let you have them". Her look was intense, and screamed sexuality. I was not in doubt about her intent. "Pretty please?" she cocked her head on one side, looking suddenly so cute and girly. "OK", I sighed, and inside I was as thrilled as I could be. "Don't go anywhere!" she commanded, getting up quickly. "And save that for later!" she smacked me sharply across my hand as it still moved against my aching erection, and turning on her heels, she headed out of the room. I watched her go, delighting at the shape of her ass in the short dress, her smooth elegant back, and her sleek legs. I was almost bursting with pent up sexual energy, and longed for a release, but I resisted the urge to continue masturbating through my panties and forced my hands to be still on the sofa beside me. Moments later, Suzi was back. She carried a camera case and a smallish tripod. As I watched, she quickly set up the tripod and mounted the camera on top. It pointed at the couch where I sat. "So we should probably start with something a little less porno, yes?" Suzi said from behind the tripod. I realized that I was still sitting with the hem of my dress hitched up around my hips, my satin g-string bulging obviously and in a rather unfeminine manner. "Umm yes, sorry" I giggled, pulling the hem of my dress down to a respectable position, or at least as respectable as possible given how short my dress was. "So how do you want me?" "I want you to start sophisticated and sensual, and get sexy and slutty," Suzi replied. "Make me want you. Make me hot, and wet. Make me want to come right over and do you right there." Her look was challenging. Her nipples stood firm and her face was flushed, her pupils dilated. She wants to fuck me, my mind screamed. She wants to fuck me while I'm dressed as a girl. The thought made me hot, and I could feel the hardness of my cock pressed firmly against the material of my dress as I began to strike poses on the couch, with Suzi encouraging me from behind the tripod. "Blow me a kiss, stick your ass out, hitch your skirt up some more, show me your stocking tops," the suggestions came from behind the camera and I followed them as best I could. "More slutty, pull your skirt up, show me your panties, now put your hands inside them". The commands became more insistent and explicit, but I did not baulk at them, gradually exposing more as the shoot went on. "Show me your clitty Sian," continued Suzi, "I want to see you touch it". The words sent thrills through me. My dress was up around my waist and the satin material of my panties stretched tightly over my hand as I moved it deliberately over the hardness encased in my dance tights. It was easy to take the next step, pulling my panties down to my knees to reveal the clear outline of my cock beneath the sheen of the semi opaque material. The camera flashed and clicked again. Now I pushed my painted fingers against the underside of my erection, breathing in sharply at the intensity of the sensation. Flash! My orgasm was not far away and I prepared for the rush of sensations, my fingers stroking the underside of my cock, my painted nails occasionally grazing my balls. Flash, click! "I'm going to cum", I managed to gasp, looking urgently at Suzi. "Sure honey," she met me gaze, encouragingly "there's a good girl". Suddenly I snapped back to reality... Had I heard the front door open? My heart leaped into my mouth. A male voice called out. "Hey Suzi, I'm back!" There was no mistaking the voice. It was Jason, her new boyfriend. V. The Sting "There in a minute!" called Suzi, unfazed, as I just kneeled there dumbfounded. She looked at me and breathed quickly "I will stall him, get into the spare room when you get a chance". She headed for the door, arriving just as it began to open, and went through smiling and laughing. "Hey Sweetie, are you back early from your night out?" I heard her heels clicking down the corridor. My mind was blur, I could not quite take in my predicament. But my gut was cold with horror and fear. Jason, the guy who Suzi had left me for, had been about two feet from walking in on me dressed as a girl - a slut - dress hitched up around my waist and panties around my knees, masturbating myself through my tights while his girlfriend took photos. He was still next door - I could hear him and Suzi talking and laughing - and I was still nowhere near out of the predicament. I tried to pull myself together and act. I pulled my satin thong panties up over my rapidly shrinking cock, and my dress down over my ass, and began to make my way as quietly as I could in my heeled sandals across to the door. I peeked round the corner to see that Suzi had maneuvered Jason to face away from the door. She was standing with her arms draped around his shoulders, looking up at him and laughing. I took my chance and tip- toed carefully into the hall and along the corridor to the spare room where I'd dressed. Surely this was just delaying things. I was never going to get out of this was I? I didn't know how Suzi was possibly going to arrange my escape. I was in the spare room, but what now? My mind was quickly made up by the sound of footsteps along the corridor. "No, not in there honey", it was Suzi, "I want you to wait for me in bed". "You bet". Jason sounded as drunk as I was. I dived for the closet as the door opened, but too late. Luckily it was only Suzi. "Don't just hide!" She snapped at me, as I stood among the hangers. "I'll keep him occupied, and you get changed. We don't want Jason to see you here". She looked urgent, but a warning was chiming in my brain. She hadn't seemed that surprised when the door opened. But before I could properly form the thought there was more trouble. "Hey honey," Jason was pushing through the door and I retreated into the closet. "You ready to give up on that bet yet, please don't tell me you are hiding another of your lezzie girls back here?" I caught a smile as it flashed across Suzi's face, but she pulled the closet door across and turned to face him. "You don't think I would stick to our agreement?" She said. "I know you," replied Jason, advancing across the room. The closet door was not quite shut, and I could see into the room. I prayed that I could not be seen though the gap. "But right now I don't care. I want you wearing what you're wearing right now, and I want you right here, right now" he continued. "I'm sure that can be arranged," replied Suzi, meeting him as he approached, and taking him by the hand, she lead him to the dresser where she'd made me up a couple of hours before. "I'm all yours". She stood in front of him at the dresser, and I could see her look directly at me in the mirror. The backless dress hung beautifully on her body, her elegant back and neck looked smooth and tanned, and her nipples stood firm against the silk material. Despite my predicament, I began to get turned on once again. My mind flashed back to college and the times I had heard them having sex in the room next door, shortly after we had split. I should have wanted to get miles away but something made me listen, imagining how she looked, perversely getting turned on and jerking off at the thought of her writhing underneath him or on top of him. Now Jason stood close behind her and I watched as he grasped her breasts in his hands, as she breathed in excitement, arching her back and thrusting her ass back into his crotch, leaning with both hands on the dresser as she did so. I slipped my hand beneath the hem of my dress again and grazed my fingers gently over my balls as I moved them up to grip my satin clad cock. The thin spaghetti straps of Suzi's dress soon slipped off her shoulders as he caressed her breasts through the silk material. Her nipples were both visibly prominent beneath her dress and he gripped them delicately between the fingers of each hand. As he squeezed them gently Suzi's ragged breathing became moaning. She reached back with her hands and smoothed the short skirt of the dress up over her hips, exposing her smooth ass, which as I has suspected earlier, was not burdened by even a shred of underwear. She began to grind her ass against Jason's hips, still moaning, and again her eyes looked into the mirror, directly at where I stood in the closet, a smile playing over her lips. Her smooth ass looked so hot that I could not help but begin to masturbate myself as I watched, my fingers sliding the satin panties over the sheen of the dance tights stretched over my erection. This is crazy, I thought to myself, as the feelings intensified in my cock, I'm going to jerk off now? But I was in for another surprise. "So how is your evening progressing?" asked Jason suddenly, "it's the last night for you to come through with your little scheme. But I don't see any sign, so have you set it up or what?" His hands still caressed her nipples through her dress. Again I had the sensation of my heart dropping into my stomach, or leaping into my mouth. What had he said? Suzi had not replied, but her smile spoke volumes. She was looking still into the mirror, directly at where I was hidden. She continued to hold the skirt of her dress around her hips as she gyrated against him. Jason went on. "Well did you pull it off sweetness, or was it all just talk? Do I have you all to myself from now on?" He began to unzip his jeans. What was this about? Suzi still did not reply, but instead twisted from Jason's grip and spun to face him, lifting herself to perch on the dresser. She laughed as she pushed him away. "Well you'd like me to have failed I know," she said smugly, "but I'm terribly sorry to have to report, success!" Again her laugh rang out. "You are not going to believe your eyes." She looked directly at me in the closet, "but I'm proud to present, Sian!" Oh my god! I stood motionless as Suzie motioned toward my hiding place. Jason had turned around with hands on hips, and looked over toward me. I was still frozen in place. "That's your cue!" giggled Suzi at me, jumping down and skipping over to the closet, "God this is so cool!" She slid the door right open and grabbing me by the wrist pulled me out into the light. I stumbled in the heels but kept my balance, face burning with embarrassment as Jason looked me up and down, clearly stunned. Whether he was stunned because he recognized me, which surely he did, or at the effect of my transformation, which was spectacular, or for some other reason at which I could only guess, I did not know. But this all surely had to do with their cryptic conversation moments before. I was simply mortified, standing clad as I was in a short mini- dress, teetering in a pair of strappy 6 inch stiletto sandals, in full make up, in front of my ex-girlfriend and the guy for whom she'd left me. I felt sick, and like I wanted to cry. This was so cruel. I made to leave but Suzi's grip was vice like around my wrist and my body seemed sapped of all strength. "Jason, I'd like you to meet Sian" said Suzi calmly, clearly very proud. "I don't think you've met her before, though you may have met her best friend Sean, who I dated back in college. They look quite alike don't you think?" Suzi was clearly having a ball. She held my hand out for Jason, who was looking me up and down, a smile on his face. I could not meet his eye. Having checked me out head to toe (or in my head, from burning cheeks to polished toenails - I just prayed that there was no sign of any bulge in the front of my dress from where I'd been caressing myself minutes beforehand) he let out a long breath, puffing out his cheeks and looking at Suzi. "You're unbelievable" he said. "I really have to hand it to you. I never thought you'd even try and pull it off. Using your ex boyfriend too, that's an unexpected twist. What a piece of work you are." He blew out another long breath. "How very rude" scolded Suzi. "Here's Sian gone to all this trouble and you can't even greet her? Tell her how nice she looks?" She continued to hold my hand out for Jason. "Sian, please excuse Jason, he gets flustered by a pretty girl". Now Jason addressed me, looking me up and down again. I met his eye only briefly, my cheeks still burning, before casting my gaze down again. "I can't believe what I'm seeing dude," he said. "I had no respect for you before, man, when she was going out with you, but you must be well under her spell to let her do this to you!" He laughed at me while I just stood there, saying nothing. "Look at you! Have you SEEN yourself?" Again the sharp breath, "but I gotta' say she's done a good job. She's got you looking sluttier than a ten quid hooker!" "Wash your mouth out!" giggled Suzi, slapping Jason playfully across the cheek. "That's no way to talk to a pretty girl like Sian. And after she's dressed up so sexily too". She proffered my hand "Now be a good boy and be nice to Sian. You can kiss her on the hand like a gentleman for a start." Smiling in disbelief, Jason took my hand and bowing from the waist, planted a dry kiss on the back of my hand. "You're a complete sap for letting her do this to you man," he said, looking up at me "you should have forgotten about her when I took her off you before. Now look where your puppy dog love has gotten you." "I told you to be nice", said Suzi. "Besides, you're giving me all the credit... when you should really be directing some of your compliments to Sian. You think that I could have made Sian from just any raw material? Sure, it helps that he was a devoted love sick ex, but you think this is the product of mere devotion to me?" Suzi patted me on the ass, as I continued to look down. "Go on Sian, tell Jason how long you've wanted to look like a pretty girl." "Oh god... you're INTO it!" exclaimed Jason suddenly. "You're a transvestite!" he laughed to himself. "You must have been thinking that getting dressed in that get up might be a way into her panties! That's wishful thinking! Oh god if only you knew what she has planned for you". "That's right Jason honey, little Sean here is so persuasive as Sian because he's been dressing like a girl for years. Go on Sian, tell him about how you used to 'borrow' my make up, how you liked to squeeze your little butt into my swimsuits and skirts and jerk off over them when I was out, how my pantyhose and lingerie would strangely go missing from the washing pile for a day or so before 'magically' reappearing." "Jesus! You never said anything about all that" said Jason. "I'm amazed, how did you find out about him?" "The poor sweetie opened his heart to me. He told me how much he'd enjoyed it one time when I'd put make-up on him 'for a laugh'" Her look was satisfied, smug. "But you'll love this - you too Sian sweetie - it is hilarious. I set it up! I knew about his little secret and so I thought I'd have some fun. I suggested we play with my make-up one boring Sunday afternoon and he absolutely fell over himself to get me to do it. All the while he pretended to be nonchalant. I gave him the full works, foundation, eyeliner, shadow and mascara, blusher and lipstick. He was continuously stealing little touches of the front of his jeans, his little cock was bulging so hard in his pants by the time I had finished I was almost tempted to make use of it right then and there." Her voice became contemptuous, "I'm sure he was never that excited when we were actually fucking. He did look quite pretty made up, to be fair, and of course he was so reluctant to wipe it off afterwards. Kept needing the bathroom that afternoon, didn't you sweetie?" She patted my ass again, laughing to herself. "Incredible" said Jason. "You are incredible". "Anyway, I maneuvered the conversation around to the topic a week or so later, and it all came flooding out. 'I liked it when you made me up. I like to dress as a girl. I'm not gay.' He begged me to 'understand', which of course I did." She laughed again, "while I started looking for real man!" The memories came flooding back to me at her words, and I felt terrible. I hadn't known that she already knew, and though she had been supportive when I told her, it hadn't been the same afterwards and I knew it was over. We'd split a few months later, after she told me she had already started seeing someone else. "Well in the circumstances that's beautifully ironic", said Jason "but I have to take my hat off to you. You look to have delivered on the part of your promise. The fact that the guy is your ex-boyfriend is in some ways a little creepy, but in other ways adds to the interest." He turned to me again "You make one hot girl to look at, I'll give you that" he said, "but how good are you at the rest of it? In my experience girls don't dress like that unless they mean business." Oh god, where is this going? Having stood dumbfounded during the foregoing conversation, stunned at the turn of events, I began to get a sense that something more was going on here. "I don't understand" I managed to say. "Of course you don't" said Jason, walking to the door. "If I were you I'd get Suzi to give you another drink. Once you realize what's going on you'll need to be even drunker than you already are". VI. Can you handle the truth? I sipped at the drink, though I did not want it. I couldn't really believe what I was being asked to do. Though 'asked' was a stretch - it was more like blackmail. I was being blackmailed by my ex-girlfriend into sleeping with her current boyfriend. So that she could win a crazy bet. Basically, Jason had come home to find Suzi in bed with her best friend, Naomi, and had freaked out. Suzi had stayed clam and told him she was bi, and that it didn't affect her wanting to be with him. But she wanted to keep doing it, and he'd told her that his price was that he should be able to sleep around too. She'd agreed, but noted that her indiscretion was with another girl. This meant that the rule should be that he was allowed to sleep with any boy he liked. He'd freaked out again, and that was when the deal was struck. If Suzi could find him a boy he'd happily have sex with, then he would allow her to continue sleeping with girls once the month was up. "I won't do it", I said, voice trembling. "I'm not into guys. I won't be part of this stupid bet." "You don't have a choice sweetie", replied Suzi, "you came over here and got yourself into this. You dressed up like a girl and I have photos to prove it. I promise I will not hesitate to send them to your friends, your girlfriend... your classmates, who else? Oh I know, how about your mother?" She was sitting on the couch opposite me, next to Jason, her hand on his thigh rubbing it gently. "You can't be serious", I stammered. "Listen honey," her voice was low and very serious, "I am going to win this bet so that I can have what I want, and I'm afraid that the price for that is that you must do this thing for me." She continued to stroke Jason's leg, leaning forward "and how do you know you won't enjoy it Sian sweetie? You've always wanted to be a girl. What better than a chance to go the whole way? I can show you the photos of you stripping and strutting on the couch, showing off your pretty little ass and legs, and more. You can't tell me you haven't thought of what it might be like?" It was her most seductive look, her nipples pushed again through the material of her dress. The memory of the photo shoot was clear in my mind. I had felt so sexy. But I was straight, I didn't want to be with a man. I looked over at Jason. "You can't want this" I said, "why did you agree to this?" "Hey I'm a realist." He sipped his beer. "I could have said no, and we'd have been through. But I figured that since she wouldn't be able to pull it off I could just enjoy watching her have sex with girls for a month and then have her back to myself." Suzi continued to stroke his thigh through his jeans, but I noticed her other hand had found it's way to her own thigh, and she was slowly moving it further up, sliding the material of her dress with it toward her pussy. "And now?" I said, horrified, watching as her hand began to move over the front of his pants, where a considerable bulge was now evident. "Well I must admit it's been tempting to tell her that it's not going to happen, and that she has lost." Suzi looked up at him, her hand still moving on his erection as it pushed against his pants. "But against that, there're a few things. First, the last month has been pretty fucking amazing viewing. Girl on girl action is hot, and one of the girls being your girlfriend does not make it any worse I can tell you." Suzi's fingers now worked at his belt and momentarily it was unbuckled. "Second," continued Jason, "knowing Suzi, I have a feeling that if I tried to stop her doing what she wanted it would backfire. I don't want to win the bet and lose the girl." Suzi's fingers had now unfastened each of the buttons on Jason's fly, and reaching inside, she freed his cock, which jutted rock hard between his legs. Her other hand was beneath the silky material of her short gown, where I could just discern it moving gently between her legs. My body responded despite itself, and I felt the hardness begin to stir in my panties. At the same time I began to feel lightheaded. Was it the drink? This seemed different to drunkenness. "And third?" Suzi asked, her delicate fingers with painted nails holding Jason's erection at its base. She was looking directly at me. "Well third," said Jason, breathing in sharply "I really do think that it would be a chance too good to be missed to see how it feels to have my cock sucked by my girlfriend's sissy ex-boyfriend." The words jarred at me, but somehow failed to change the serene mental state that gripped me. An overwhelming excitement was building inside me. I was getting harder in my panties, watching Suzi touching herself beneath her dress. She slid her other hand up over the length of Jason's cock and pausing briefly to grip the head tightly, forcing a long sigh to escape from his lips, she beckoned me with a painted fingernail. My head was spinning as I got up from the couch, and I wobbled slightly on my heels as I took my first steps toward them. But I was burning with energy inside and felt incredibly sexy as I swayed my ass on the way over, the clicking of my heels sounding faint as my head turned over on itself. My cock felt so hard that I imagined that my dress was bulging like a tent in front of me, but as I smoothed my hands over the front of my tight dress I could feel that it was held firmly against my abdomen by my panties and dance tights. "You drugged me." I managed to say, as I knelt on the couch next to Jason. Whatever it was it felt exhilarating, "But why?" "Well the bet was to get Jason to admit he wanted to have sex with you", said Suzi, taking my hand in hers, "which we've done." She guided my fingers down toward Jason's erection, which twitched in anticipation. "It would have been a real shame to have him get all excited about it and find you unwilling, so that last drink had a little something to help you get in the mood". My hand, clasped in Suzi's, now encountered another guy's cock for the first time. My fingers wrapped around the shaft almost automatically and I looked down to see my black cherry painted nails against his smooth hard flesh. I could feel it pulsing in my grip, against my palm and fingers. It was so alive. My other hand was pressed against the front of my dress smoothing the satin material against my own straining hard on. I licked my lips. "Jesus he's become a fucking nympho!" gasped Jason as I moved my fingers experimentally on his cock. "What did you give him?" "It's Sian, baby" chided Suzi playfully, watching me manipulate Jason's cock uncertainly. "You must start calling her by her proper name, let her get used to being a girl for you." She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek "I think she's going to be a wonderful little cocksucker you lucky boy". The drugs continued to kick in, and in a daze of ecstasy I leaned down to take Jason's cock in my mouth. He had arched his back to allow me better access and I gripped him firmly around the base of his shaft with thumb and finger, allowing my other fingers to slip underneath his balls. The entire length of his hardness seemed to stretch up toward me and I ran my tongue over my lips again before allowing them to part slightly over the head of his cock. I seemed to know what I was doing, though I knew I hadn't done anything like it before, and my own cock strained even harder against the material of my tights and the satin of my panties at the smooth warm alive feeling filling my mouth. I was suddenly on autopilot. I felt my tongue dart over the underside of the head of Jason's cock, exploring and I relished the sharp intake of breath this caused. I slid my mouth back up off his cock and watched it quiver for a moment, the head glistening with my saliva and traces of my dark red lipstick, before leaning back down to draw my tongue along the length of the underside of his shaft, from base to tip. Then, after a swirl of my tongue over the tip of his cock, and the resulting gasp from Jason, I took it back in my mouth and began to bob my head rhythmically back and forth, allowing my lips to slide over the head and my tongue to tease the underside, on each motion allowing my lips to slide further down the shaft. "My god she's a pro!" squealed Suzi in delight from somewhere behind me. I had not noticed her get up from the couch, and I hardly registered her words as I continued working on Jason's cock. I was now using my hand in tandem with my mouth, sliding it up the shaft to just beneath the head as I withdrew my mouth over the tip, and back down to the base as my mouth enclosed the head and beyond again. I needed this grip to control the motions of Jason's hips, which he had begun to buck up against me in an effort to fuck my mouth. I was so horny that I had begun to masturbate myself, rubbing the palm of my left hand over my cock encased as it was in my satin panties and dance tights. I was able to create an incredible sensation by rubbing the two materials over one another, and against my erection. The image of my black bobbed hair framing my prettily made up face, and my dark red lips slipping rhythmically up and down on a huge cock flashed through my mind. "Oh god she's making me cum!" exclaimed Jason, twisting suddenly on the couch. I felt his balls convulsing in my palm and tried to close my mouth fully over his cock to capture the orgasm, but he had grabbed my shoulder and I couldn't get my head down far enough before the upstroke of my fingers caused him to explode. The first jet of hot cum splashed into and over my open mouth, and I felt my own orgasm hitting me. As further spurts of cum from Jason's cock erupted over my face and chin, I emptied surge after surge of pent up excitement into my tights and panties. I gripped the shaft of Jason's cock tightly and gasped aloud in pleasure. My orgasm was so intense that within seconds the front of my groin was slick with my own cum, my palm and wrist covered. I could taste the hot saltiness of his cum in my mouth, feel the wetness over the rest of my face, and after a time that gradual transition from hot to warm to cool wetness as the cum dribbled down my face. I leaned back onto my ass, kneeling on the couch, sighing contentedly to myself. I was still in a drug induced state of euphoria, and relishing the aftermath of the most intense orgasm I had ever had. The front of my dress was hitched up over my hips, and the slick patch of cum was obvious where my dance tights clung to my abdomen. "Fucking hell," breathed Jason, lying back on the couch, his cock shrinking limply, "that was fucking incredible". "Sian sweetie, it appears you have a talent," said Suzi, with a mischievous smile. "If I'm not careful I'll lose my boy to you." Too lightheaded to react, I flopped back onto the couch, stretching my legs out and then curling them under me. I felt like I could sleep for a week. Jason had zipped himself up and headed for the kitchen for another drink. "You got you deal, Suzi", he said over his shoulder on the way, "you arrange for sex with boys who look like this and you can sleep with as many girls as you like." "And that was just a blow job", Suzi called out, "you're going to have a lot more fun than just that, trust me." She sat down next to me. "At the moment you look OK with a lot of work, don't you sweetie, but underneath you're all hairy and male. Not nice to look at without all your gear on are you?" I was still only half following what she was saying, but the serene euphoric feeling was subsiding. I was becoming more aware of the unpleasant wet stickiness that had resulted from my exploits, especially the feeling of cold sperm on my face slowly rolling down my cheeks and chin. The effects of whatever they put in my drink were wearing off for sure. "But we can fix all that can't we," Suzi said, patting me on my leg, "we can make you really nice and smooth, good for more than just sucking cock." Jason was back with his beer. "You relax here," Suzi told him, I'm going to start working on your new playmate." she grabbed my arm "No sleep yet honey, we're going to get you cleaned and prettied up." VII. Smooth We were a couple of hours in the bathroom. I became gradually more aware of what was going on as the effects of my spiked drink wore off. I remembered having my clothes peeled off and Suzi running a bath. She had roughly wiped off my make-up and nail polish as it ran, and before I got in she had had me smooth a sharp smelling cream over my legs and genitals. "You're going to be lovely and smooth soon honey, none of that nasty boy hair to make Jason all turned off. He'll have such a lovely time with that cute little ass of yours when we're done." After soaking in the bath and washing, Suzi had me stand up so she could spray me with the showerhead. As the water cascaded off me my skin was left totally smooth and hairless. The water tingled off my skin and woke me more from my wooziness. My muscles were still kind of floppy and I felt weak, but I was much more conscious now. She handed me a fluffy white towel and allowed me to dry off. "What are we doing now?" I asked, "I thought you'd won your bet." "I have" she replied, "but since I have control over your life now I figured that I can get some more use out of you. Your performance back there made me think that maybe Jason would like you around for longer, and we could sure use some help around the home." "You've got to be kidding", I protested, "I have a life, school, commitments". "I have photos," she said evenly, "you have none of those things if I decide to take them away. Besides, I'll let you carry on with that stuff, as best you can. We'll work out a schedule. Provided you meet your obligations to me you can do what you want." I was hardly able to process it, "but what about all this? Look at my legs - I have a girlfriend. I play soccer." "I'm sure she'll understand," laughed Suzi unsympathetically, "she might even like you all smooth like that". She took back the towel, "I know I prefer it". She ran her hands over my smooth ass, making my skin tingle, "you might even ending up looking enough like a real girl to get an invite to one of my sleepover parties!" she giggled, "I know Naomi likes to experiment, she's going to love this". I blushed. The thought of Naomi and Suzi together had flashed through my mind. Lesbian fantasies are a common male pre-occupation, as is the idea of taking part in one, though of course the typical male fantasy is not to imagine taking part as a girl. "Come on" said Suzi, handing me a silky robe, "we're going to fix up that hair - then we can make you pretty again." She sat me down and began to work on my hair, cutting it first with a buzzing razor and then with scissors