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CAUTION!!! This story has explicit sexual content. If you are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE! Or if stories involving forced crossdressing offend you, do not continue. A Texas Change By Cindi Johnson July 1999 Part 1 It was a beautiful spring day, sunny, not too warm, the earth cloaked in lush green. My spirits were high as I went on my afternoon break at Texas Instruments in Dallas, where I worked as an accountant. And why not? After all, a three day weekend would begin in just a couple more hours. I sat in the breakroom drinking a cup of hot coffee, eating a candy bar and reading the newspaper when Sandy joined me. "Hi, Steven, how are you," she asked, smiling nicely. Sandy was a pretty girl several years younger than my thirty years; tall, at about five foot nine, slim, with dark wavy hair that reached her shoulders and always well dressed. A truly a striking girl, she was a secretary of the group that I worked in. I watched her hands grasp a paper coffee cup; her long fingernails, painted a deep shade of red, were somehow very alluring. "I'm OK, Sandy." I replied, "So, what do you have planned for the long weekend," I asked innocently. I was just making conversation. It never occurred to me to try to date Sandy. After all, I was just a typical, rather boring guy, not particularly good looking, not tall (in fact, Sandy was about my height) and too skinny. Over the years I had enjoyed only marginal success with women. And with a girl as beautiful as Sandy, I was not even going to try, as the odds of her liking me were a million to one. Besides, there was sort of an unwritten rule at work that white collar employees should not become romantically involved with the clerical staff. "Well, I'm not sure," she said. "My girlfriend and I were planning on going to the beach in Corpus Christi. A group of girls I went to high school with are meeting there to party and talk over old times, like an informal class reunion. But my car's transmission is not working right, so I may have to skip the reunion. But how about you? What are you doing." "Nothing at all," I replied. "I'm just gonna relax." "Oh," she said, "I've got an idea. You've got a minivan, don't you? Maybe you would like to go with us to the beach. We could use an extra driver and besides, two girls shouldn't be traveling alone. We would feel better if a man like you were with us. What do you say? You can use my friend's room and she can stay in mine. It would be fun!" Usually I shy away from such spontaneous decisions, but this time, maybe because of spring fever, my rational mind lost out. What the heck, I thought. A weekend with a beautiful girl would be nice, even if I were more of a chauffeur than a boyfriend. "Oh..., I don't know..." I said. "Please, Please," she begged. Part 2 "Okay, I'll do it," I said. Sandy smiled. I could tell she was used to getting her way with men. She wrote down directions to her house and arranged for me to pick her up there at five this afternoon. After work I drove home and quickly threw a few items of clothes, swim trunks and a towel into a gym bag, then drove to Sandy's apartment. I figured I could buy anything I really needed once we got to Padre Island. Sandy was already packed. She introduced me to her friend, Jennifer, as we loaded her luggage into my van. Like Sandy, Jennifer was also very pretty; in fact, she was as beautiful as any girl I had ever met. She had blond hair, cut in a page-boy fashion and was wearing white shorts, a pink T-shirt top and sandals. She had beautiful blue eyes with long, dark lashes. Jennifer was tall, maybe an inch taller than me and very shapely. . Like Sandy, she also worked at Texas Instruments, although I had never seen her there since she worked in a different department then Sandy and I. Surprisingly, the two girls had packed a full dozen pieces of luggage between them, an awful lot, I thought, for a weekend at the beach. But soon we had it all loaded and I began the long drive south. After a bit of conversation the girls settled into the back seat while I drove. I listened to the radio while they talked about their jobs and their friends. After an hour or so they turned on the portable TV-VCR that was in the van and put on a movie Sandy had brought with, some strange film called "Too Wong Fu-Thanks for Memories" or something like that. I just drove and listened to the radio. It was kinda nice, driving across Texas, through a moonlit spring evening, with two very beautiful young women. It was past midnight by the time we crossed the causeway to Padre Island. Sandy and Jennifer had fallen asleep over two hours ago. I woke up Sandy. Sandy used the cellular phone to call her friend and get directions. I heard her talking on the phone for awhile, but couldn't make out what she was discussing. Finally she hung up the phone. "Oh, boy," she said, "there's a little problem. We planned to stay at my friend Melissa's place. Her parents have a large beach house with at least a half dozen bedrooms and she's got the keys for this weekend." "So," I asked, "what's the problem?" "Her parents gave her strict orders for the weekend: No Guys Allowed! Even though her parents are in Europe for the next two weeks, Melissa says the neighbors are good friends of her parents and the neighbors would surely tell her parents if any men came around. I'm sorry, Steven, to have gotten you into this." "No problem, Sandy," I said, "I'll just check in at a hotel. I'd feel more comfortable there anyhow, then at a home of someone I don't even know." Using the cellular phone the girls called a dozen hotels; the story at each was the same: no vacancy. The last call was to Motel 6; it too was full. "This isn't working and it's very late," said Jennifer. "I've got an idea. Steven can wear one of my skirts and the wig I brought with. It's dark and nobody will realize he's not a girl, will they? That way we can all get some rest and in the morning figure this all out." "That's a great idea," Sandy exclaimed. "Steven can dress up just like the guys did in that movie we saw! Pull over by the beach, Steven and we'll get you set up." "Wait a second," I said gruffly. I don't like this idea at all. I'm not gonna wear your clothes, for god's sake!" "Hey now," Jennifer curtly replied, "let's watch our language. I'm tired of driving and we don't have any other options, do we? I'm not gonna spend the night driving around, after all. Now pull over, Steven. You can do this for us, can't you?" "But I don't want..." I tried to object but was again interrupted by Jennifer, who despite her feminine appearance was apparently very tough. "I don't want to argue anymore. Pull over, Steven," she commanded. I sighed heavily and pulled over onto a beach access. It didn't take long before Sandy was handing me a rose colored skirt. I slipped off my shoes, socks and pants, then struggled to get the skirt on. That done, Jennifer took a wig, with shoulder length auburn colored hair and slipped it onto my head. And so, for the first time in my life I was wearing a skirt as I pulled into the driveway of Melissa's beach house. The girls ran to the house, while I stayed in the van, rather angry at this turn of events. After a few minutes they came back out and together we unloaded the luggage. "Well, Sandy, who's your cute girlfriend," laughed Melissa as I entered the house, carrying three suitcases. "Real funny," I replied. It didn't take long to unload. Melissa showed me my bedroom. I was so tired from the drive that it didn't take more than a few minutes for me to be sound asleep. Part 3 It was late when I woke. The sun was already high. I looked out the window and saw the water's edge just a couple of hundred feet away. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach was new to me, born and raised far from any ocean. After a few seconds I remembered that my pants were in the van; all I had to cover my underwear was Sandy's skirt. It was laying on the floor; I picked it up and held it in front of me. It was a very pretty skirt, soft rose colored - almost pink, in fact - with a slit up the back. I held it in front of my waist. The skirt was short, well above my knees. With a mixture of aversion and fascination I slipped on the skirt. The zipper and button were in the back, which struck me as odd and impractical. Wearing just my underwear and T-shirt and Jennifer's skirt, I walked out of the bedroom. The girls were in the living room, talking, watching television and drinking coffee. Now there were three others in addition to Melissa, Sandy and Jennifer. All six of the girls were pretty. All stared as I entered the room wearing a girl's skirt. "Hi," I said, blushing, "my pants are outside, so I had to wear this. I hope you don't mind, Sandy." "No, of course I don't mind," Sandy said. "In fact, us girls have decided that for the rest of this weekend, you should dress like a girl. That way, Melissa won't get into trouble with her folks and you won't have to be off by yourself. It'll be fun for all of us! So this morning we've got to get you looking more like a girl and less like a guy wearing a skirt." Before I could say anything, Melissa said, "The first thing you'll have to do is take a good long shower and shave the hair off your legs, arms, chest and face. Be careful; I don't want blood on the towels here. There's a razor in the bathroom. While you are doing that, we're gonna go out and get some breakfast." "Wait a second," I exclaimed. "I can't dress like a girl. I'd look foolish." "No you won't," Jennifer said. "Nobody will notice. After all, you are about the same size as me. And besides, if you don't do it, what will happen to Sandy and I? You can't just leave us here. We could get fired if we miss work on Monday." Sandy walked up to me and whispered into my ear. "Please," she said. "If you do this for us this weekend, I'll do something very nice for you next weekend!" She didn't elaborate, but I assumed she meant a date, maybe followed by you know what. "OK," Melissa said. "I'm hungry. You get shaved and we'll be back in an hour. And by the way, after shaving be sure to put some lotion onto your skin so it doesn't dry. There's a bottle of Oil of Olay in the bathroom. We'll bring you back an Egg McMuffin." With that all the girls left. I stood there in the middle of the room, incredulous that they just assumed I would comply with this odd request. No way, I thought to myself; then I got a cup of coffee and sat down. I began to think it over. It would be fun to spend the weekend near these pretty young ladies and just maybe I could strike up a friendship with one of them. Apparently the girls wouldn't hold it against me, or consider me to be a fairy, if I did it; after all, it was they that wanted it, not me. As for others, I could just spend the weekend here in the beach house and avoid contact with anyone else. What should I do...? "What the heck," I muttered to myself as I got up and headed to the bathroom. After all, I was 300 miles from anyone I knew. Nobody would know, except Sandy and she promised to keep it a secret. Plus, I'd get to know some very sexy young ladies. And at a minimum, Sandy did seem to promise me a good time later if I did this now. Despite my many misgivings, I stepped into the shower and began lathering soap onto my legs. My decision was made. Part 4 "Well, I doubt that he will do it," Sandy said to the other girls as they sat in McDonalds eating breakfast. I mean, what kind of guy would shave his legs?" "He will. Just wait and see," said Jennifer. "A guy will do anything if he thinks he can get a cute girl out of it and Steven's hot to get into our pants." "Let's say he does shave his hair off," Amy added. "Then what? I really don't like the idea of this guy, who none of us know, lurking around us all weekend, even if he is wearing a dress. Just what will we do with him?" Amy, about five foot four, had long dark hair held into a pony tail by a red ribbon. She looked younger than her years, in fact, she could easily fit in as a high school student. "Here's what we'll do," Melissa said, speaking in a low tone of voice as if she were plotting a robbery. "I'm tired of having to put up with guys always hitting on me. This time we'll make a guy suffer! By the time the weekend's over, Steven will be ready to join a monastery, just to get away from women. "But first, we'll need to be real nice to him, until he's all dolled up. Once we get that far, girls, we'll have a slave for the weekend. And if he doesn't like it, Jennifer and Sandy will let everyone at work know about Steven's habit of shaving his legs. We'll have everyone in the office going by his desk, asking him to show off his sexy legs!" "And I can take pictures, too," Jennifer added. "He'll kiss our asses if we threaten to show pictures of him to everyone at work!" "I don't like any of those guys I work for at Texas Instruments," Sandy said. "They all think they are so superior. I'd like to put them all in dresses and parade them down Main Street. That would teach them, wouldn't it!" Part 5 I stared at the reflection in the full-length mirror. How the simple act of removing my body hair had changed me. Instead of the body of a scrawny guy, I saw the smooth skin of a girl. I was both embarrassed and strangely excited. Hearing the girls entering, I quickly donned Sandy's skirt. I was still trying to fasten it when, without even knocking, Melissa opened the door to the bathroom. "Oh, you did a very good job," she exclaimed, "now come into the kitchen so we can finish this up." Meekly I followed her into the kitchen, where she directed me to sit down. Sandy came over to me and gently brushed her hand against my leg. "Very smooth. In fact, your legs are as smooth as mine!" "Hurry up, girls, let's finish this up," Melissa said. She had Amy and Mary work on my hands while Jennifer and Sandy fixed my face. Then she and Rebecca left the kitchen to "gather my wardrobe." Hey, you all," I said in a low voice. "Where's my breakfast? After all, I am a man and men need a big breakfast." I was trying to emphasize my manliness to these young ladies, hoping to maybe impress them. "Shush! Don't say anything while we are doing your face," Jennifer commanded. "I don't want to mess this up and have to start over again. Close your eyes and keep them closed... and your mouth, too!" Her rebuke had the effect of hurting my feelings. I closed my eyes while the four girls worked on my makeover. I could feel Sandy pluck my eyebrows a bit and could smell the nail polish Mary and Amy were applying. All the while, I couldn't help but feel that these girls were not exactly very friendly towards me. I realized I didn't know them at all, not even Sandy. Maybe I shouldn't have let myself get into this situation... but what could I do now? Heck, I figured, I'm just imagining things. The girls are just in a hurry. That doesn't mean they don't like me. I didn't have long to ponder my situation. After twenty or so minutes, I heard Melissa order me to hold my arms out in front of me. Opening my eyes, I saw her standing before me in her red shorts and beige T-shirt, holding a lacy white bra. Blushing, I did as she directed. Being careful not to touch my wet nails, Melissa and Sandy guided my arms through the bra straps. I felt them fasten the bra at my back. Then Melissa took two plastic bags, partly filled with water and used these to create artificial breasts. After this, Melissa commanded me to close my eyes again. "Now pucker your lips nicely," Amy said. I did this and felt her apply lipstick. It tasted odd. Then Jennifer carefully put the wig on me and spent a few minutes styling my new hair. "Well, girls, it may not be a perfect job, but it's not bad," Melissa said. I opened my eyes and saw her standing in front of me. She held out a pair of pink panties and also a lacy pink slip. "Now put these on and then come out of the kitchen and show us." With that all the girls exited the kitchen and left me alone; I was not even given a chance to say anything. Astonished by what had happened in just a couple of hours, I carefully picked up the panties and slip. They felt so smooth compared to men's underwear. Then I saw my nails: they were long and painted bright red! The girls must have glued on false fingernails. With the painted nails and the absence of hair, I was truly amazed at how feminine my hands looked. Again I began to have second thoughts; maybe I could put an end to this now-but how? Slowly I pulled the pink panties up onto my legs; the pink panties were of a spandex type of material and very tight, such that my penis and balls were squeezed tight and became more or less unnoticeable. I then donned the slip. There was no mirror in the kitchen, so I had no idea how I looked, but I felt very foolish indeed. "Times up! We're coming in," Melissa called out as the girls all crowded into the kitchen. "Out into the living room, Steven," Melissa ordered. I did as she asked. She then had me close my eyes for several minutes because, she said, my mascara needed to be touched up. "Now," said Melissa, "go into the bedroom and look in the mirror. I'm sure you'll be surprised!" I did as she asked, closing the door to the bedroom, I walked to the mirror. In the reflection was a girl and a fairly pretty girl at that! What had happened to me, I asked myself. This is not right. I can't go around like this. I had expected to look like a man in drag, but instead I looked like a girl. All trace of my manliness was obliterated. Shock mixed with fear. This is not what I had wanted. I immediately decided that enough was enough; I would tell the girls that I would pick them up Sunday and drive them home. In the meantime I could sleep in the van or something, anything would be OK if I could get out of these clothes and get all this makeup off me! Greatly embarrassed because of my emasculation, I opened the bedroom door and walked out to the living room. I stood there red-faced, wearing a bra, pink panties and a slip, as the girls stood back, looking. Suddenly several bright flashes startled me; looking up, I saw Jennifer taking photos of me standing shamefully in front of her. "Hold everything," I exclaimed. "I've changed my mind. This girl stuff is no good. I'm going to get back into my own clothes now. I'll come by and pick up you two Sunday morning and bring you back to Dallas. But I'm just not going to pretend to be a girl. NO WAY!" "Sandy," I continued, "would you please get my clothes from my van while I try to wash this stuff off me?" Part 6 Instead of Sandy, it was Melissa who answered my request. "Listen here," she said, "this is my place and you don't order me or my friends around while you are a guest here. You really make me mad! We went to a considerable amount of effort to make you look nice and what do we get in return. Complaints!" "What do you mean," I exclaimed, "I haven't been rude to..." "Shut up! You listen to ME," Melissa commanded. "You see, don't you, that I'm wearing the pants, not you!" "And in case you didn't notice, we girls took turns videotaping your transformation. Why do you think we had you keep your eyes closed? Now, if you misbehave, or if you refuse to do exactly what I or any of us say, then that nice video will be all over work, as will the photographs Jennifer just took. Plus, Sandy says she could easily have everyone at Texas Instruments stopping by your cubical to see your nicely shaved legs. Wouldn't you like that? If so, go and do whatever you want. If not, then shut up and do what we say!" "But why would..." I said, trying to speak. "SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Jennifer yelled so loud that she truly frightened me. "Here are your rules," Melissa continued. "Obey them to the letter and come Monday morning everything will be back to normal. Disobey and you will forever be known as a cute little fairy by everybody at the office and everywhere else! First: you are a girl and will always act like a girl. ALWAYS! Second: you are our servant for this weekend. Whatever any of us commands, you will do, immediately and without protest. Third: you will always address us as Miss. For example, if you should want to speak to me, you must first address me as Miss Melissa! Fourth: you will not only be a girl, you must want to be a girl. You must enthusiastically accept your role. Slaves must maintain a proper attitude! "That's it. Take it or leave it. Your van is in the driveway and here are your keys. If you don't accept my rules, then get out right now, dressed as you are. And if you refuse to leave, I'll call my neighbor over and he'll throw you out! "So what is it? WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE?" I looked around the room, astonished by this turn of events. I felt as if all this couldn't be real. All the girls were smiling as they watched me squirm there in the middle of the room. Clearly I had no friends in this place. But what could I do? If I didn't accept Melissa's ultimatum, my career could be finished. And besides, how could I leave the beach house wearing only women's lingerie? I was scared. After a long minute of silence, I responded. "OK then," I conceded. "I'll do what you want. But come Monday nobody finds out, right?" "Have you already forgotten your rules!" Melissa snapped back. "How do you address your masters?" Realizing the impotence of my position, I closed my eyes for a second, gritted my teeth, then, looking down towards the floor rather than directly at her, I replied again, "Miss Melissa, I will do as you say." I couldn't help but feel as if this promise sealed my fate to whatever misfortune would follow. "Very well, slave girl. For the rest of this weekend you will be Suzy, a friend of ours from high school. So tell us, slave girl, what is your name?" "My name is Suzy, Miss Melissa," I heard myself reply as if I were far away from this room. "Let's test her," Jennifer said to the others. "Let's see if she will really do what we say." "Sure," Melissa answered, "what did you have in mind?" "I don't know..." Jennifer hesitated a moment, then she noticed that Amy was barefoot. "I've got an idea," she exclaimed. "Suzy," Jennifer said to me, "I want you to kiss Amy's feet. Right now!" I looked up at Amy. She looked surprised at this order and even made a face as if to say "gross", but she didn't say anything. "Do it, Suzy," Jennifer ordered again. With resignation to my fate I walked over to Amy, knelt down on my knees, then slowly bent my head down. Amy had pretty, petite feet. Her toenails were painted pink. Almost in tears, I kissed her feet, first her right foot, then her left foot. I noticed my lips left a slight smudge of lipstick on her feet. Afterwards, I continued kneeling before Amy, unsure of whether I had acceptably complied with Jennifer's orders. "That's good," Jennifer said, laughing, "but I think Amy would prefer you to suck her toes. Wouldn't you like Suzy to suck your toes, Amy?" "Ah... sure... Suzy... ah... be a good little girl and... ah... go ahead and suck on my toes," Amy replied with hesitation, apparently unaccustomed to the role of master and unsure that she really wanted her feet caressed by my lips and tongue. What could I do? By now I was trapped. Again I bent my head down. Amy, resting her weight on the ball of her foot, raised her toes up off the ground. Starting with her big toe, I proceeded to suck each toe for several moments. After I finished with her right foot, I then did the same with Amy's left foot. "OK, girls," Melissa said after I had finished, "I believe Suzy has shown a willingness to cooperate. Tell us, Suzy, did you enjoy sucking Amy's toes?" "Yes, Miss," I replied, remembering the rule requiring my enthusiasm, "It was very nice to clean Amy's toes!" "And tell us, Suzy, do you enjoy being a girl," Melissa added. "Yes, Miss, I very much enjoy being a girl," I replied. "Very well, Suzy. Now we are going for a walk along the beach. You will finish dressing. Rebecca has put your outfit in the bathroom. After that, pick up this room and clean the dishes. For breakfast, you may eat the scraps left over from our breakfast; they're in the McDonald's bag." "Have fun, Suzy," Sandy yelled as she stepped outside. "Be a good little girl," Jennifer added. Then the door closed and I was left alone to ponder my fate. Part 7 I sat on the couch for a minute, just to relax. This whole ordeal was so hard to believe. That's what happens to me, Mr. Nice Guy; I try to help someone out, even to the point of driving them across half of Texas and what do I get? Stepped on, plain and simple. But what on earth could I do but go along with these women. I decided that once I made it through this weekend I would try to transfer to a different division at work, just to get away from seeing Sandy anymore. Maybe all of this could be put behind me, if only I could make it till Monday! I went to the table and emptied the McDonalds bag. Just as Melissa had said, it contained only scraps left of biscuits and egg McMuffin. Nonetheless I ate them, as I was starving. I used a cup of coffee to rinse the taste of Amy's toes from my mouth, then went to the bathroom to finish dressing. Inside I found my "outfit" consisting of a pleated blue skirt, a lacy white short-sleeved blouse, pantyhose, high heeled shoes and a small tan purse. My heart dropped as I realized I had no option but to wear these items; with great difficulty I was able to put on the pantyhose without running them, then the blouse and skirt followed and finally, I slipped on the high heels. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a young lady dressed more like a high school girl than a woman. Jennifer's beige high heels had a small bow placed prettily at the back of the shoes. The heels were two or three inches high and I soon found myself wobbling as I walked. I quickly began cleaning up the place as Melissa had ordered. Part 8 The sun, already high in the sky, caused the waves to shimmer as they broke on the beach. Six pretty girls walked along the shore as breaking waves caressed their bare feet. The beach was mostly empty at this early hour, except for a few children playing in shallow pools left behind by the receding tide. "I just don't know," Rebecca said with concern, "I've never done anything like this before. It's not illegal, is it?" "Of course not," laughed Melissa, "after all, it was his choice to stay. Besides, who in the world would believe him over us girls?" "At least he looks like a girl," said Amy. "What if he were some big slob squeezed into Sandy's panties. No way would I let him even lick my toes!" All the girls started to laugh at Amy's thought. "Well, girls," continued Jennifer, "we may never again have a male so tightly in our control. I say we should enjoy it. Besides, deep down, he maybe likes it... lots of guys are strange that way, you know. Sandy, you're the only one who actually knows our little slave. What do you say, you want to let her go, or would you rather put some knots in her panties?" "Hey," replied Sandy, "you all know I'm a party girl!" Part 9 I was drying the dishes when the girls returned. "Hey, princess," Melissa called out to me as she entered, "good job on cleaning! We'll have to consider making you our permanent maid! So how are you, girl?" "I'm fine, Miss Melissa. I enjoyed cleaning up your beachhouse. And thank you for the breakfast scraps." I tried to sound as if I really meant what I was saying, but it was difficult. The girls laughed when I thanked them for their leftovers. "You're very welcome to our table scraps, Suzy," Melissa laughed. "Now, come out of the kitchen so that we can see how you look in your new outfit." Shamefaced, I did as requested, walking to the center of the living room, with the six girls all seated around me. Melissa had me slowly turn around, like a model, so they could carefully look me over. Humiliated that I, a male several years older than these women and a professional, had been forced into skirts to serve the whims of these girls, my face turned red and I could not force the type of happy smile that Melissa required of me. "Those nice high heels are just so sexy, aren't they, girls," Jennifer said, "they make Suzy's rear stand out so nicely." "Your pleated skirt does look so feminine," Mary said, "and overall, Suzy, you do look very nice." Mary was a Hispanic friend of Melissa's; she had beautiful straight dark hair that hung well below her shoulders and a cute smile caused by a slight turn at the ends of her mouth. Other than myself, she was the only one in the room wearing a skirt, as all the others were wearing shorts. Unlike the other girls, she actually spoke to me as if I were a person. There was no scorn or maliciousness in her voice. "True," interjected Sandy, "Suzy looks nice from the outside. But what about underneath that nice skirt of hers. Is she still wearing pink panties, like nice girls wear, or has she perhaps replaced them with cotton boxer shorts?" "Ah... Miss Sandy... I'm still wearing panties," I stuttered in response, feeling uneasy about addressing my secretary like this. "Not that I don't believe you, Suzy girl, but I think it would be nice if you raised your skirt to show us your panties. Go ahead, SUZY, lift up your pretty skirt," demanded Sandy. Not wanting to be ordered around by my secretary, I turned to Melissa and said, "But, Miss Melissa, please..." This was a mistake, as Melissa, less so than any of the girls, was not likely to support me. "Suzy!" yelled Melissa, "Have you forgotten? You must obey all of us, immediately! Unless, of course, you want everyone to know about your nicely shaved legs and your painted toenails. Now you do what Sandy ordered you to do and HURRY!" "Yes... I'm sorry, Miss Sandy..." I stuttered as I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt up, baring my lingerie to the girls. As I stood there Jennifer took two more pictures of me. "Suzy, being sorry is not enough," Sandy said with a smirk on her face. "You must be punished. What do you think, Jennifer?" "Definitely," replied Jennifer, as she stood up and walked over to me, looking so beautiful and innocent with her blond hair and blue eyes. "And I know just how she must be punished. Girls, don't you get just sick of the way men treat women when we have our periods?" "Yea," responded Amy and Melissa. "Well, girls, maybe it's time Suzy learned how it feels to have to wear tampons. What do you think?" "That's a great idea," Amy replied. "Besides, it'll make Suzy feel more like a real girl and that's a good thing to feel like, isn't it Suzy?" "Yes... Miss," I replied uneasily, not knowing where this discussion was headed. Amy opened up her purse and took out a slender package about four inches long, wrapped in blue and white shiny paper. She handed it to me. "Suzy," Amy said to me with a serious tone of voice, "like all young girls, you must experience your first period. This is your very own tampon. Girls are both scared and thrilled when we experience our first period; scared because of the blood, but thrilled to have become a real woman! Now, you can feel those same feelings! Well, Suzy... aren't you going to thank me?" I swallowed hard and looked at the object I was holding in my hand. ""Yes... Miss Amy...thank you for giving me this tampon..." I said, still not knowing what she wanted me to do with it. "Well, Suzy," Jennifer said with exaggerated exasperation, "open it up, girl!" I did as she commanded, carefully tearing open the wrapping and removing the pink tampon applicator, which looked like a small dildo with a sliding stick and string extending from one side. It was difficult to open with my long fingernails; when finished I held it in my hand and looked up Amy with a quizzical expression. "Well, what are you waiting for," Jennifer said sharply, "put it in!" "But, Miss...," I replied, blushing, "I don't have a vagina." "Oh! That's right! You don't have a vagina...yet." Jennifer laughed at her comment. "I guess you'll just have to put it into your other hole then, won't you." "No," I said, "I can't do that!" "SUZY! One more refusal and pictures of you all dolled up will be all over at work. Do what you're told!" Melissa seemed truly angry with me; I didn't doubt that she might do exactly what she threatened. "Yes, mistress," I replied, then, turning to Jennifer I said, "Miss Jennifer, may I please be excused to the bathroom?" "Wait a second," Amy said, "I want to watch!" "Yes," said Jennifer, "Amy's right, we want to watch you; after all, you are a new girl and may need help. Now go ahead, Suzy, pull down your panties and get to work like a good girl." "Please, Miss Jennifer," I begged, "I didn't mean to disobey you." "Suzy, you must do it," Jennifer warned me. Frightened, I reached under my skirt and slip and grasped the tops of my panties and pantyhose, then slowly lowered them. They fit so tightly that it was difficult, but after a second I had them down nearly to my knees. Luckily, my private parts were covered by my skirt. Maybe, I reasoned, I could do this under the cover of the skirt, so the girls would not see me. "Wait a second," Mary said, sounding concerned, "at least let Suzy put some Vaseline onto the applicator. Otherwise it will hurt her. I've got some in my purse." "Oh, Mary, you're such a wimp," Melissa said as Mary took her Vaseline tube and placed a blob on the end of the applicator I held. "Suzy, spread the Vaseline around the applicator. Then it won't hurt. It's OK, Suzy, don't be frightened," Mary said to me. "Thank you, Miss Mary," I said to her as little tears formed in my eyes. While the girls watched I spread the Vaseline around the applicator. Then Amy and Jennifer each took hold of a side of my skirt and raised it up high, baring my midsection to all the girls. Sandy started laughing; "Go ahead, Suzy girl," she said, "stick it in!" Desperately I reached around me and tried to find my hole; it was difficult, but after a half a minute I felt the applicator resting directly against it. Then I slowly pushed it into me. It hurt a bit and went in with difficulty. Then Jennifer helped me extract the applicator, quickly tossed it into the trash can and said, "Look girls, now Suzy is a real girl! See, she has a little string coming out from her pussy! Isn't it sweet; Suzy is having her first period!" "Ohhhh, that's soooo nice," Sandy gushed, "now turn around real slow, girl, so that we all can see your accomplishment!" The girls now made me hold my skirt up high and with difficulty I did as they wanted, still in high heels and with my panties bunched about my thighs. Unfortunately the stimulation of my hole caused another problem: my maleness started to harden, in clear view of the six girls. "Suzy," Melissa said, "what's wrong with you?" "I'm sorry, Miss," I responded, "I can't help it." "Well, Suzy, it's really gross for you, a pretty young girl, to be standing here with that little erection. Shame on you!" "It's nasty," Jennifer said to Melissa, "let's make him get rid of it. Otherwise, Suzy could really make a mess in her pink panties!" "Hey," Sandy exclaimed, "I borrowed her those panties. I don't want them full of Suzy's nasty discharge!" "OK! OK! Calm down, girls." Melissa said, taking control. "Amy and Jennifer, hold up Suzy's skirt again. Suzy, you do your nasty little duty. Right now. Right there. And don't ask any questions." "Go ahead," Amy said, "you probably do it every night anyhow. Do it, Suzy, I want to see you do it!" I was astonished at how things had gotten to this point. I could not see any way out. As the girls watched and Amy giggled, I took my penis in my hand and began to rub it back and forth. My eyes involuntarily closed as my arousal increased. Back and forth, faster and faster. "Go to it, Suzy girl," Sandy said. "Pump your little clit, Suzy baby," Amy added. "Suzy, you're such a bad little girl," Jennifer said. It didn't take long before the pressure within me built up and exploded; I wailed like a dog as I came. Out came the sticky white liquid, the first squirt shooting out some two feet before falling onto the hardwood floor, with each successive pump being of lesser pressure and falling closer to the point of origin. For a long moment my mind was blank, unaware of where I was, how I was dressed and of the audience that watched me with a combination of disgust and enjoyment. Slowly my eyes opened. All the girls seemed slightly astonished; apparently even they had not really believed they cold force a man to degrade himself so. Only Mary's face showed any sign of sympathy for me. Everyone was silent for some time; I did not know what to do or say, so I just stood there with my still erect penis sticking out from under the skirt that the girls had now let hang down. Jennifer, so mean spirited despite her angelic looks, spoke first. "Well, Suzy, aren't you ashamed of yourself. Look at the mess you made on our floor." "I'm sorry, Miss... I'm sorry for my mess... I'll get a towel and clean it up, Miss Jennifer... I'm very sorry," I spoke almost in a daze. "A towel? Well, I don't want your nasty discharge smeared on the towels here. What would my parents say," Melissa asked with a sense of outrage. Apparently she was still willing to make life unbearable for me. Amy then added, "Well, you know what men always try to make girls do with cum, don't you. I think that's what Suzy should do. After all, she is a girl now, isn't she?" "Well, sure," said Sandy, "that's a great idea, Amy. Go ahead, Suzy girl, get down on your hands and knees and lick up that mess. Do the girl thing!" "Please, Miss Sandy," I begged my secretary, "don't make me do that." "If you don't do it, little Suzy girl, I'll have lots of fun showing pictures of you to all your co-workers," Sandy warned. I gazed at the girls; only Mary showed any concern for me and she would not be able to sway the others. With a sigh of resignation I got onto my hands and knees, my pantyhose and panties still pulled down and my skirt up at waist level such that my ass and penis were naked to the girls watching me. Before me was over two feet of floor stained with my discharge. I lowered my head and extended my tongue and with great care not to get anything on the hair of my wig, I began to lick the floor. The liquid tasted strangely salty. Like a dog I lapped my tongue against the floor. A tear rolled out of my eyes and onto the floor. A flash indicated that Jennifer had another picture of me for her collection. "Well, Melissa," I heard Jennifer say, "what do you think of our little maid? Should we forgive her for being so nasty? Or maybe additional punishment is called for?" "Oh, I don't know," Melissa replied as I continued to slowly lick my cum from the floor, "Suzy has been cooperative and obedient. I suppose if she does a good job cleaning the floor, we can give her a break. We'll wait and see." "You know," Amy said, talking to the girls, "I've never tasted semen. I wonder what it tastes like? Sandy, have you ever tasted it?" "No way! That would be gross! I have no idea what it's like." Amy asked Mary the same question. "No," Mary exclaimed, "I've never tasted it! I've never even seen it before. I didn't know it came out in squirts like that, or that it's so sticky looking." Jennifer then addressed me. "Suzy girl, none of us has ever tasted semen, except you. You are such a lucky girl to have both your first period and your first taste of semen all during the same day! Or maybe you've tasted it before?" Still on my hands and knees, I had to raise my head to respond. "No, Miss Jennifer, I've never tasted it before today." "Well then, tell us. What does it taste like? Do you like it?" I wanted to just tell the pretty bitch to drop dead and get up and leave the place forever. But I couldn't. I was in too deep now. I could only go along with them and hope that come Monday Sandy would keep all this secret as promised. "It tastes bad, Miss Jennifer. It tastes salty. I do not like it," I said. "You don't like what, Suzy. Be more specific, girl." "I do not enjoy the taste of my semen, Miss Jennifer," I forced myself to say, "I do not enjoy licking my semen off the floor." Well, Suzy, you do remember why you are doing it, don't you? Tell us again, girl." "Miss Jennifer," I said with an air of resignation to my fate, "I'm licking semen off the floor because I was a bad girl and dirtied Melissa's house. I was a very bad girl and did a very nasty thing and deserve my punishment, Miss Jennifer." Jennifer walked over to me and grasped the tampon string that extended from my hole. She pulled on it, not enough to remove it, but enough to cause me considerable discomfort. "Well, girls," she said to her friends, "I suppose we can forgive Suzy, if she promises to be a good girl from now on. What do you think?" The girls expressed agreement that I should be spared further punishment. "OK Suzy," Jennifer said, still holding the string, "thank you for licking the floor. Now get up and go clean yourself up and touch up your makeup, because now you must go into town and buy your own tampons. You can't expect to use ours all the time, can you?" "But Miss Jennifer," I pleaded, "I can't leave here looking like this. I could get into trouble." "SUZY," Jennifer yelled and at the same time she yanked the tampon string, which caused me to involuntarily yelp, "don't disobey! You look just fine, so don't worry. Now get up and get yourself ready. And while you're at the store, buy yourself some lipstick and nail polish. And get a roll of film, so that we can expand your cute portfolio. Now hurry!" ""Oh, Suzy, while you're there, pick me up a package of Kotex napkins," Amy added, laughing, "I'm on my period too, Suzy, just like you!" "Yes, Miss Amy," I said as I slowly got up off the floor while the girls watched, smiling. I didn't even try to straighten my pantyhose and panties; instead I just hobbled off towards the bathroom, my steps constrained by the panties around my thighs and by my high heels. I could feel the drying semen smeared around my lips; I hoped it wasn't visible to the girls. Part 10 "You know, girls," Jennifer said "I never knew how tough I guess I am. I really enjoy making Suzy grovel. Maybe I'm just a bitch." The girls were sitting on the back patio, facing the blue sea. By now the sun was in mid-sky and the temperature was warming. "I'm sure Suzy thinks you're a bitch," laughed Sandy. "I wonder how she's doing in there. Can't you just picture her in the bathroom, straitening her panties, wiping cum off her face and touching up her lipstick. It's kinda fun making a guy into a girl." "And sticking a tampon up Suzy's butt was a real trip," Jennifer laughed. "I think I'll make her keep it in there for a week, just to give her a feeling for the real thing." "There's no doubt we can make Suzy do whatever we say," Melissa added. "I mean, did you see her licking up her semen off the floor? I never imagined a guy could be made to do that. Suzy must be really weak willed." "Well, maybe she enjoys it. I mean, she did come and all, so it must have been enjoyable for her," said Mary. "I read an article once in Playgirl about men that like punishment." "Maybe we better watch out, or Suzy will be begging us to let her come over every weekend just so she can be degraded," laughed Amy. "Wouldn't that raise our boyfriends' eyebrows." "Speaking of boys," interrupted Sandy, "it would be kinda nice to cruise the beach for a while. Watching Suzy jerk off kinda got me hot for a real man. Maybe we should dump our little slave-girl and get down to business?" "No," Jennifer immediately exclaimed. "Don't worry, there's plenty of guys on the beach for you all. I'm enjoying making our little girl squirm. I'm not done with Suzy yet! You girls go ahead and hit the beach; I think I'll keep our little slave-girl company when she goes to town." Part 11 Blushing from embarrassment, I at last made my way to the bathroom and closed the door, freeing me from the girl's gaze. An unfamiliar reflection stared at me from the mirror, a strange creature all girl, except for the penis limply hanging in open view; a girl whose half lowered panties and pantyhose revealed smoothly shaved legs. My hair was messed, as was my makeup. Looking closer in the mirror, I saw that my semen had caused my lipstick to smudge, making a red blotch around my mouth. After close inspection of my skirt and blouse, I was relieved not to find any stains. Repeatedly I rinsed my mouth with water, but to no avail; I could not remove the taste, the smell, or the memory of what I had just done. Then I tried to calm myself down and think this all through rationally. There must be a way out. I'm a man, after all; it's wrong to let these young women force me into such degradation. But try as I might I could not think of a way out which would not jeopardize my career and my future. My only hope was to play along and hope that, come Monday, this would all be in the past. Carefully I removed my smudged makeup and reapplied a fresh coat. I was surprised that this wasn't so difficult after all and in fact was in a way enjoyable; at least those girls weren't watching me and laughing at me as long as I was in the bathroom. After about twenty minutes I had finished; now, I realized with apprehension, I would have to leave the security of this beachhouse and go out into the world, dressed as a girl. My only hope was to look and act like a girl, so that nobody would notice me. I checked my purse; luckily my keys and wallet were inside. When I stepped out of the bathroom the house was empty; apparently the girls had went outside or walked to the beach. I decided to slip away to the store; maybe hide out for a while, then return later in the afternoon with what I was commanded to buy. By doing that, at least Sandy couldn't say that I disobeyed. Exiting the front door into the sunlight, I was so nervous my hands shook. What ridicule, or worse, would be hurled at me if any others realized I was a really a man? As quickly as I could in my high heels, I walked to my van, opened the door and got in. Luckily no neighbors had been around to see me. I had started the van and began to back out of the driveway when Jennifer, tall and beautiful in her shorts and pink t-shirt, ran to the van and tapped on the passenger door. "Oh Suzy girl," she said, "stop and let me in!" "Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, my hopes dashed. "Oh, Suzy, you look so pretty! And you did such a good job fixing your makeup. Are you sure you've not dressed up before this? Some guys do, you know." "No, Miss Jennifer," I said, trying to be pleasant like I had been ordered to be, "I've never worn girls clothes before." "Well, you should. They just seem so natural on you," she laughed. There really wasn't much in the way of stores on the island; Jennifer directed me to a large drug store located in a strip center about 2 miles from Melissa's beachhouse. All the parking places were taken, so I had to park a block away and walk to the store. I could feel my heart beating with fear and apprehension as Jennifer and I walked to the store. Part 12 Before we entered Jennifer said to me, "Suzy, you go buy your feminine hygiene products. I'm sure you know just what to get! In the meantime, I'm going to buy some snacks. Oh and by the way, in there, you better act like you don't know me, or else! I wouldn't want anyone to think I hang around with a pervert like you." With that she walked off, leaving me standing alone in front of the busy store. It was a large store, one of a major national chain which sold much more than just drugs. Being the start of the vacation season, the store was crowded with shoppers, mostly women there to purchase odds and ends for the weekend. Self-conscious and frightened, I carefully viewed my surroundings. I couldn't help but notice that all the women were, like Jennifer, very casually dressed in shorts, sandals and colorful tops. Other than the clerks, I was the only one in the store wearing a skirt and I was the only person there wearing high heels, all of which made me feel very conspicuous. I had a cold sweat as I walked through the store; soon I found an aisle filled with women's products. I wanted to hurry but I knew that if I missed anything, or picked the wrong item, Jennifer would send me back for more. Fingernail polish was easy. There were a hundred various shades of red, so I just picked a bright red bottle that looked to be about the same color as my nails. Lipstick was about the same; I tried to match this with my nail polish. I proceeded down the aisle to the tampon section. There seemed to be an unusually vast array of different types, which confused me as I thought it was a pretty much standardized item. I ended up selecting a box of regular sized tampons. As I grasped the box from the shelf, I realized that these were for me and I would be made to wear them. I could not believe what was happening to me! This left Amy's request for Kotex napkins. As I looked over the selection a woman about my age, pretty with dark hair, came up and took a package of them. I followed suit, selected the same kind, then followed her to the checkout counter. There was a line of about five women in front of me; I got behind the woman I had been following. The line moved slowly. I kept my gaze down so as to avoid any eye contact, figuring that would be the best way to avoid attention. Suddenly somebody bumped into me so hard that I dropped my purchases onto the floor. I froze for a second; I could feel my face blush as the others in line turned to see what had happened. "Oh, I'm very sorry, Miss! It was an accident!" It was Jennifer's voice. Clearly she had purposely done it to draw attention to me. I briefly glanced at her then quickly bent down to pick up the nail polish, lipstick and the Kotex package. My package of tampons had landed near the lady in front of me, who picked it up and handed it to me. "Thank you," I said to her in as quiet and feminine a voice as I could. Oh, Miss, please say you'll forgive me," Jennifer said loudly so that all could hear. "That's OK," I said, pretending not to know her, "nothing broke." "What was that, Miss," Jennifer replied, "I couldn't hear you." "I said that it's no problem." This time I spoke louder and apparently did not successfully disguise my voice, as the ladies in front of me turned around and looked at me again. "Oh thank you, Miss. I'm so clumsy sometimes! My, I really like your skirt! Tell me, did you buy it here on the island, or in Corpus?" "No," I said, blushing, "no, I'm from Dallas." "Oh, that's nice," Jennifer said. "Say... what's wrong with your voice?" I didn't answer. I turned away from Jennifer, but now the woman in front of me was watching me. "Miss..." Jennifer said, continuing to play the role of a dumb blond, "you are a woman, aren't you? I mean, like your voice sounds a bit like a man's...but...a...Oh, I'm sorry! Sometimes I just talk too much! I suppose you just have a cold, right?" "Yes, I have a cold," I replied unconvincingly, "now please leave me alone." "I'm sorry, sir...I mean Ma'am! Oh, please forgive me. I'm all mixed up," Jennifer said. But by now she had done her damage. All the people around me were now sneaking glimpses of me. It was bad enough being dressed as a woman, but it was even worse having to purchase Kotex napkins and tampons while dressed as a woman. Finally I reached the counter. The clerk, a teenaged Mexican girl, very dark and very pretty, was smiling as I set my goods on the counter; she had overheard Jennifer's comments and had apparently decided that there was indeed a male body under my blouse, skirt and makeup. "Please include a roll of film," I said, pointing under the counter to the roll I wanted. "Yes, ma'am," she said, after which she started to giggle. "Are these really for you," the clerk said as she rung up the tampons. "Yes, they are," I replied, embarrassed. "But, what would you do with these? I mean, the other lady said you are a man, didn't she? All this is really weird," laughed the clerk. "Gee, I was wondering that same thing," Jennifer said, butting into our conversation and still playing the role of a stranger to me. "Just what do you do with tampons, if you don't mind me asking? I don't really care... I'm just curious. But what can a transvestite do with tampons? I see why you need your nail polish and your lipstick, but tampons? Please tell us?" Jennifer was doing everything she could to humiliate me, but what could I do? If I lied, or ignored her, then she would have Sandy punish me. "Ah..." I stutterred, "I...a...use them once a month...ah...just like all girls do...but...ah...only I...ah...use them in my...ah...behind..." "In your behind," the Mexican girl exclaimed, surprised and a bit embarrassed. She giggled as she gave me my change. As I turned to walk away Jennifer said, "you know, Miss, that's a good idea! I bet it makes you feel like a real woman. It sure is fun to be a girl, isn't it?" "Yes," I replied, embarrassed, "being a girl is nice." Then I quickly walked out the store and hurried back to the safety of my van. I could hear the clerk giggling as I left. Part 13 It was about five minutes before Jennifer returned to the van. "You did very well, Suzy," she said after getting in, "and I really like the lipstick and nail polish colors you chose. All so very feminine!" "Thank you, Miss Jennifer," I said as I started to drive back to the beachhouse. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. The other girls put me in charge of you. They said I could do whatever I want to do with you. Doesn't that make you happy?" "Yes, Miss Jennifer," I lied, "I'm very pleased." Of all the people to be in charge of me, why her, I thought to myself. "Tell me, Suzy, do you think I'm pretty?" "Yes, Miss Jennifer, you are pretty," I replied. And in truth she was very pretty. But why was she asking me, I wondered. "Don't you wish, Suzy girl, that you were pretty like me? Go ahead and say it. Tell me how you long to be a beautiful girl!" "Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, remembering Melissa's instructions to me about how I must act like I want to be a girl, or else. "It would be nice to be a beautiful woman such as you." "Well, Suzy girl, maybe your dream can come true," Jennifer said, laughing. "You already look like a pretty girl. Next you can assume your proper role!" Part 14 When we reached Melissa's house I parked the van, grabbed my purse and the sack of items from the drug store and followed Jennifer in. I noticed that Melissa's neighbor, a large, middle aged man with a beard, was outside washing his car. At least there was no chance that he would recognize my male gender, dressed as I now was. "Hurry up, Suzy," Jennifer yelled at me. But my high heels made it impossible to run or even to walk at a normal pace. Inside the others had put on their swim suits and were just about to head to the beach. Each of them had exceptional figures. Most wore two piece swimsuits, except for Mary, who wore a flowered print one piece suit. "Suzy, show the others what you bought," Jennifer demanded, "and also describe the items to us. Like show and tell in grade school." "Yes, Miss Jennifer," I said. I set the package on the coffee table and, blushing from embarrassment, began my little show as the girls, all dressed in their skimpy swimsuits, sat around watching me. "First I removed the nail polish from the sack."This is red nail polish to make my fingernails and toenails look pretty," I said. "Very good, Suzy girl," Jennifer said. "Please go on!" Next I removed the lipstick, saying "This lipstick will make my lips red and beautiful and it does match my nail polish." "Show us, girl," Amy said. "Touch up your lipstick for us!" Embarrassed, I did as Amy commanded; nervously I opened the tube and, with trembling hands, applied some to my lips, then made a kissing motion like I had seen girls do in television commercials. "Oh, Suzy is so sexy," Amy said, laughing. Next I removed the box of Kotex napkins. "Miss Amy, I bought these for you. I hope they are what you wanted." Why thank you, Miss Suzy," Amy gushed, "I bet you had fun buying these!" And finally I removed the box of tampons. "And these are...tampons. They are for me to use..." I stuttered, having difficulty getting any words out. "Oh," Jennifer said, "and tell us, Suzy, when do you use your tampons?" "I use my tampons when I...ah...have my period," I replied, embarrassed, still holding the tampon package in my hand. "Oh, Suzy," gushed Amy, "you are such a GIRL! I'll bet that when you were sucking my toes this morning, you were really wishing that you were sucking something else. You know, just like naughty girls do!" "Well," Melissa said, "maybe later we can help make Suzy's fantasy come true, but for now, let's hit the beach. And of course, Suzy girl, you will do whatever Jennifer tells you to do, won't you?" "Yes, Miss Melissa," I answered meekly. "She better," Sandy warned ominously, "or else our dear Suzy will have a very uncomfortable time next week at work!" "Girls, I'm going to shower and change into my swimsuit, then I'll meet you all at the beach," Jennifer said. "Suzy will help me clean up. Suzy, get over here and help me undress. NOW!" "But Miss Jennifer," I pleaded, "shouldn't you wait until they leave?" I had no desire to help Jennifer undress, at least not in the capacity I was now in and I surely did not want to do it until the others left. "Shut up, slave girl! You will just do what I say. Now get over here...get down on your knees and take my shoes off..." I did as Jennifer commanded. Still dressed in my skirt and high heels, I began to undress Jennifer, much as a servant girl probably undressed her princess back in the middle ages. "Very good, Suzy. Now pull down my shorts, carefully... yes, very well. Next my panties. Come on, girl, remove my panties!" I was kneeling down in front of Jennifer. I shuddered as I grasped her lacy pink panties and pulled them down her legs, slowly. Rather than heading directly to the beach, the other girls watched, apparently curious as to what Jennifer was up to now. After I had removed her panties, I was left kneeling before her, my face at about the same level as her pussy. Tall, blond and beautiful, Jennifer stood before me like a goddess, naked except for the T-shirt she wore. "Suzy," Jennifer said, as if oblivious to the girls watching us, "I saw how well you licked up the floor this morning. Maybe you can use that tongue to clean me, too. Go ahead girl, lick me!" "Yes... Miss Jennifer... I will do as you say...," I said, as if in a trance and bent my face towards her pussy, sticking out my tongue. Just as I felt my tongue touch her pubic hair, she yelled. "Suzy! Shame on you! I'm not dirty there, girl!" Then she turned around, so that her rear was now facing me. "Now, my little slave-girl, get to work! Clean me up. And do a good job, girl, or else!" I had not really wanted to lick Jennifer's vagina in front of the other girls, but at least that would have been somewhat normal. But this! And in front of five pretty girls? How could I? But if I didn't, I knew what Sandy would do. I blushed. My eyes glanced about the room; I saw all the girls watching me, clearly wondering what I would do. But what could I do, except obey? Jennifer's buttocks were firm and smooth; she had only a little hair in her crack. I leaned forward and began to lick around her crack. Luckily she was clean and I couldn't taste or smell much. "Enough of the easy stuff, Suzy," Jennifer said after a minute of my licking her. "Now put that tongue inside my hole. Deep inside my hole. Clean it up real good, girl!" I had no choice. As the girls watched and Jennifer laughed, my tongue felt out the location of her hole and then pushed into it. Now I could taste and smell Jennifer. I grimaced and pushed my face against her ass, so as to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper into her body. "Look, everyone," I heard Amy say loudly, "Suzy is also a skilled ass licker! I wonder where she managed to learn all her skills so well?" There were two bright flashes as Amy took more photos of me being degraded. "What does it feel like, Jennifer," asked Melissa. "It actually feels kinda nice," Jennifer replied casually as I continued to force my tongue in and out of her hole. "In fact, it kinda tickles. Our fem slave is doing such a good job, maybe she can clean all of us." "No way! I don't want that slut's tongue inside me," Sandy said. "Oh, Sandy, you just don't know what you're missing," exclaimed Jennifer. "OK, Suzy girl, that's enough for now, but the next time I go potty I may have you clean me again. You do a much better job than toilet paper! Now don't you think you should thank me for allowing you the privilege of touching my beautiful body," Jennifer said as the girls laughed. "Yes... thank you, Miss Jennifer...for letting me lick you..." I replied, dazed by what was all happening. "Be more specific girl," Jennifer commanded, "you are thanking me for what?" "Miss Jennifer, thank you for letting me lick your asshole," I replied, humiliated. "Very well, slave girl. Now just look at you; your makeup is a mess! Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up. And take my panties with; you'll have to rinse them out for me. Now Hurry!" Quickly I rose from my kneeling position. I could still taste Jennifer. I noticed all the girls looking at me with amusement and astonishment as I bent down to pick up Jennifer's pink panties. As I started walking towards the bathroom, with my high heels clicking against the floor, I heard Amy say "Suzy, before a servant girl takes leave of her masters, she must curtsy. So turn around and curtsy to us, like a good little maid." "Oh, yes," Sandy added, "be a good girl. Ask us for permission to leave and then curtsy. Where are your manners, anyway?" Dejected, I stopped walking, turned towards the girls and asked, "May I be excused, please?" "I suppose so," Amy said, "after all, you've managed to smear your lipstick all over your face." "But first, tell us, how did Jennifer's butt hole taste," Melissa asked, laughing. "Miss Melissa, Miss Jennifer's rear did not taste good to me," I replied. "Well maybe not, girl, but you had better get used to it," Melissa exclaimed. "Now curtsy and get out of here!" "Yes ma'am," I said. I carefully grasped the sides of my skirt and bent my knees momentarily, causing me to bob down in a curtsy motion. The girls all laughed. "Very good, Suzy! You are such a good little maid," Amy said as I left the room and went into the bathroom. Part 15 "Jennifer," Melissa said after Suzy had left the room, "I can't believe what you just did! I've never imagined anyone could be forced to do that!" "Maybe you ought to give Suzy a little break," Mary added, "after all, she never did anything bad to us. In fact, she was trying to help you and Sandy by bringing you two down here, wasn't she?" "Screw Suzy. I'll do what I want with our little maid. After all, if she doesn't like it, she can always leave," Jennifer said defiantly as she slipped her shorts back on. "I agree," Amy said. "Make our little she-male squirm. She'll soon wish she really were a girl, just like us!" With that, the girls went out to sunbathe, except for Jennifer, who drove off to town. Part 16 It took me about thirty minutes to clean up, reapply my makeup and rinse out Jennifer's pink panties. After rinsing them, I carefully hung them over the shower curtain rod. I had barely finished when Jennifer opened the bathroom door. "Here, Suzy," she said as she handed me an item of clothing, "put on this swimsuit while I go and change into mine. Then we'll go down