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School disco By Amanda Moore What a great idea holding a party for adults themed along the scenario of a school disco, complete with school uniforms and 70s and 80s pop songs. Okay so not original, indeed a promotions company had grown up supporting such events throughout Britain, but this party advertised on the net was being held at a local swingers club. It promised to be a bit more risque than the others and what is more the advert had specifically invited transgendered girls and their friends. Now this was of especial interest to me as I am a transvestite and I love to dress and pose as a school girl sex kitten. I have wanted to dress and behave like a girl since I was a little kid, even though to look at I am not an effeminate male. Hey do not start thinking I look like a gorilla in drag though when I dress up, oh no I can look pretty good, well I have had enough practice. I started wearing my Mum's clothes when I was about 11, first experimented with make up at 12 and was buying my own stuff when I left home at 18. Now at 27, I was an expert in make up, had a largish and sexy fem wardrobe and kept myself soft and smooth all over except for a little heart shaped tuft over my clit stick. My hair was shoulder length and could be easily styled in a feminine way. At 5'10" tall, slim and with a small bone structure, properly made up I could look like a very sexy if tall woman, convincing at night at least. I was fortunate too to have a female friend, Leah, who worked in a beauty salon. Principally a hair stylist she was also a half decent manicurist and excellent with make up. Over the past four years she had taught me much of what I knew and had used laser and electrolysis to remove my facial and chest hair. Small doses of female hormones had also helped as well as softening my skin and giving me sensitive nipples and all without damaging the performance of my clit stick. Well I was mulling over how much fun it would be to go to the school disco and then regretfully dismissing the idea because I knew I did not have the balls to go when my friend Leah called me on the phone. "Hey Cherie", she said using my fem name as usual "you know that school disco thing we saw advertised on the net for next month well I have booked us a couple of tickets. We will go down for the evening and I have booked a hotel to stay in for afterwards. And when I mean us I mean me with you Cherie not you as Philip." "Shit Leah" I exclaimed struggling to interrupt her flow, "I cant go with you as Cherie, I would crack myself." "Why babe don't you want to strut your stuff in public. Look Cherie you can deny it all you like but I know you want to do this." Yeah Leah knew a lot about me that was for sure and one thing she knew was that she could twist me around her little finger. Leah was only the second person I had ever come out to. After college I started work and very soon began my only serious relationship with a woman, until now. Lynn started work at the same time as me. We were together ten months, during which time I hid Cherie away. Finally I could stand it no longer and I confided in her. Well it did not go down well, the relationship ended and she exposed me at work. Luckily my denials, our split and Lynn's obvious spite made many of my colleagues doubt the truth of her claims. Even so, I thought it best to move on and got a new job as soon as possible. I joined a new PR firm and my career progressed steadily, which is more than can be said for my personal life. I was scared off from developing a relationship with another woman and petrified of revealing Cherie to anybody until that is I met Leah. Her salon employer was a client and on our third meeting she asked me out to lunch. There she told me she had noticed nail polish remnants on my fingernails and offered me some varnish remover to get rid of it. Alcohol, her attractiveness, acceptance, sympathy and reassurance weaved their magic on me and I confided in her. I told her a little about my transvestitism and about my unhappiness as a lonely, closeted crossdresser. She told me how much she admired a guy who could admit his feminine side and invited me out with her friends later that week. Over the next few weeks we went out frequently. It was made very apparent to me that she was not interested in me as a conventional boyfriend, she appeared to have a number of those, but liked my company and wanted me as a genuine friend. Sure I found her attractive. At 5'6", always sexily turned out and made up, with straight long blonde hair, large breasts and a curvy, slightly plump figure, she was most guys dream barmaid type. She clearly did not seem to find me attractive though and whilst this saddened me I was more than pleased to share in the warmth of her bubbly, infectious personality. Above all I was overjoyed to have a safe and sympathetic confidant at last. Finally after a couple of months of asking me I agreed to introduce her to Cherie. Leah arranged to come around to my apartment late one Sunday afternoon and I was to greet her as Cherie. I was so nervous but when Leah arrived she soon made me feel comfortable treating me as if I was a girlfriend. We met a couple of times like this and she always complimented me on my appearance but then she asked if she could make me up and perhaps pass on a few styling tips. I agreed and the next time she came round I met her as my male self Philip and allowed her to transform me in to her version of Cherie. Our relationship took a giant leap that day. Leah's version of Cherie was a sexy, hot, tramp to look at and it soon became obvious that she was a turn on for her. She made me wear a tight black leather mini skirt with a semi transparent tight lacy top over my tightly laced corset. My legs were sheathed in fully-fashioned stockings and shown off to great effect by 4" high pink patent leather stilettos, which Leah had bought for me. She did my makeup to match my shoes in hot pinks and peaches. When she finished I had big, sexy 'come hither' eyes and glossy, pouty kissable lips. Together it was an invitation Leah seemed not to want to refuse and we were soon locked in a passionate embrace. Leah took the lead and I followed willingly as she introduced me to a version of lesbian sex. That night like many that followed it she never let me enter her but with her lips and hands brought me to the most shuddering climax I had ever had. I had to do my part as well and she instructed me in just how and where to rub, lick and suck her to give her the most pleasure. From that night I became Leah's t-girl lesbian love toy. Initially she introduced me to a whole world of new experiences including ever larger dildos. We made love often and I quickly became dependant on her even though she made it clear that ours could only ever be a sexual fling and that she would continue to meet and enjoy men. As time passed so the frequency of our trysts diminished, stopping altogether periodically when she was in a more serious relationship with a guy. Though months would sometimes pass without any sexual contact between us every time her affairs cooled or ended she would return to me and our sex would be as passionate and kinky as ever. More so as she always wanted me to lick her out after I had orgasmed inside her, something I grew to really enjoy. I was at her beck and call and I knew it, she was in charge and we both knew that. Why did I put up with it, well although I got jealous frequently I kinda liked in someways being under her control. Besides she was helping feminise me and I knew there was a level of affection between us that went beyond friendship, even if on her side it stopped short of conventional love at least. Anyway what else could I do the new slutty Cherie who I had come to enjoy being so much only existed because of Leah and who else would want to be her friend and confidant? I was Leah's creation and felt I owed everything to her. So our relationship continued. Leah enjoyed me when she wanted to and I became ever more dependant on her. Meanwhile I became increasingly feminised. With my feminine softness, long hair, shaped long nails, double pierced ears and obviously plucked and arched eyebrows, slightly disguised by my glasses, I was regarded as a bit of a freak at work. Luckily I was good at my job, which was almost wholly office based now, and the firm was pretty liberal as is often the case in PR. Indeed few of its employees were exactly normal and straight, so my increasingly effeminate manner and appearance escaped censure or even too much teasing except good-naturedly from one or two of the women. Over the past few months Leah had been without a serious boyfriend, though a new romance seemed to be starting with one of my workmates Nick, who had only just joined the firm. Hence, we had been spending more time together, though we seldom had sex. We snuggled a lot and watched lots of erotic transvestite and lesbian porn together and she had encouraged me to be ever more brazenly slutty. This was making me almost unbearably horny. I was in a near constant state of arousal but rarely did she let me have any release. I was utterly dependant on her for sexual relief for Leah was the only one who could initiate sexual activity. In this state she kept asking me if I wanted to go out, something she like me had never seemed interested in before as I was content to remain hers in our own closeted little world. I always said I was not interested because I had what I wanted indoors with her, but deep down I was both excited by the thought and terrified: excited because I wanted others to see me, to see if I was desirable to people other than Leah. Terrified because having been developed in a protected, private environment by Leah I had no idea what to expect and no clue how to go about going public. At the same time as she planted the idea of going public so she increasingly queried my sexuality insisting that I must have some interest in men. I always denied it and indeed had never considered myself to be gay. Leah insisted that if I liked men how could it be gay as I was a woman or at least as close to being one as I could be. I was flattered that Leah thought of me as female and so played along with her and passed comments when asked on the relative merits of guys on television. In truth when we watched the transvestite porn movies I could not help imagining myself as the t-girl being fucked by the stud. Leah soon had me admitting this as it was impossible for me to hide anything from her. My imagination was assisted by our infrequent love making as when we did have sex it was now always with Leah wearing a strap on and penetrating me. She had been doing this for over a year ever since her previous between boyfriends episode when we still made love quite frequently. I had come to associate sexual release with being penetrated and now that our love making was so rationed I had begun to crave penetration. When I did cum she fed me my semen, sometimes coating it over the head of her dildo. It was during this time of sexual frustration and confusion that Leah and I had happened upon the advert for the "School Disco" whilst surfing transgender sites on the internet. "Hey that would be fun, relive our schooldays but this time do all the naughty girlie stuff only the sluttiest girls did and we were too scared to" she exclaimed having reviewed the advert. "Yeah right okay for you", I said, "but I will not be doing the girlie stuff." "Why not this will be your chance to come out Cher, do all those things you want to do, be the little teasing tart you know you are." "Sure" I replied, "I am not coming out to a bunch of strangers, who knows what might happen." Leah looked at me in the eyes and firmly said, "that's right the best way then, people you do not know and with the excitement of not knowing what will happen." I went to interrupt but she silenced me, kissed me gently and said "you will do this Cherie, its time." The disco was some months away when we read the advert but only a few days away when Leah rang me to say we had tickets. In the meantime Leah had often made me wear a school uniform that I had acquired and had sometimes worn for her previously. We kept on acting out a scenario where she was a sixth form prefect and I was a slutty 14 year old. I did enjoy it immensely as she made me pleasure her as a punishment for being a tart, though I was given no release what so ever. One night when she made me lick her out there was a new taste in her very moist love nest and she admitted that it was Nick's semen. She made me drink it all and I thought later that night that somehow I had crossed a mysterious bridge and there would be no turning back. We continued to watch lots of gay t-girl porn and she made me suck her dildo as if she were a guy, but she never penetrated me with it and I really missed it. So by the time Leah rang to say she had the tickets I was like a taught bow string of sexual desire and frustration, urgently needing release. She told me on the phone that this was going to be my coming-out ball and that I would have all the boys after me wanting to fill my mouth and ass pussy with their big cocks. "Uuugh no way" I had weakly replied but Leah knew that inside I was twitching with excitement at the thought of being penetrated by a large penis, even though I told myself that there was no chance of me getting off with a guy. Ignoring my feeble protests she said "and afterwards when I know you have truly become a girl we can have the best lesbian sex ever." I was caught, I could not deny her. Distantly Leah's voice was saying "so see you Saturday afternoon sweetie to get you ready for your big night Yeah?." "Yeah" I replied "see you then." She hung up, I was terrified, excited and oh so, so horny! Neither terror or excitement had abated by Saturday afternoon. Leah arrived about 3.00pm. Firstly she had me strip for her to make sure I was nicely smooth. She tweezed out any stray hairs and when satisfied gently rubbed my puffy little boobs, "I think it is time we had these grow into proper tits don't you?" she teased as I moaned slightly and my cock twitched. Next she had me soak in a perfumed, oiled bath, little scented candles and smoked a joint with me, all to relax me she said. It did a bit but also made me smell nice and gave me the silkiest soft skin. Having towelled dry and lightly powdered she had me sit in a salon style chair to work her witchcraft. Firstly, she washed and dyed my hair. It went from brown to a natural looking honey blonde. When it was dry she parted it centrally, straightened it and trimmed away any untidy bits so that I had a very girlish head of hair, straight, blonde and to the middle of my back. I was concerned that it was too feminine for me to wear to work, but Leah could not understand why and in any case told me that it would wash out. Next she turned to my nails, which though already long and well shaped for a guy were clearly not long enough for Leah. Half an hour of work left me with half inch extended acrylic nails painted a silver pink. "You should leave them on after tonight, seems a shame to waste all that work", Leah teased. Nails done she put my hair up in a high ponytail fixed by a pink velvet scrunchie and began to work on my face. She spun my chair away from the mirror so I could not see what she was doing and began by plucking my eyebrows. They were already well trimmed but she attacked them with vigour. I protested that she must be thinning them too much but she countered that she knew what she was doing and I should let her get on with it if I wanted to get laid. Needing so badly to have sex with her I could not argue and meekly accepted my fate. Once the plucking was over she worked on my face. She had made me up often before but had never taken so much time, working especially hard on my eyes I noticed. When she was finished she would not let me look but told me to get dressed. She explained that many of the real girls would go for the Brittany Spears fantasy school girl look but she wanted me to look more realistic, sexy, tarty even but a real schoolgirl slut. She selected a matching lacy black bra and pantie set. Into the bra I inserted small inserts which accentuated my cleavage giving me a small 36B chest. Over this I put on a thin white blouse through which you could clearly make out the black bra. Leah explained that as I was going for a believable outfit I would wear hold ups rather than stockings and suspenders so I unrolled a new pair of barely black lace topped hold ups over my smooth, slim legs. Next I pulled up a grey school skirt, tucking my blouse into it. Sized for age 14 and with an elasticated waist it fitted around both my 28" waist and 34" hips and bum. What is more on my long legs it was very short, finishing 9" above my knees. I slipped my feet into a pair of typical girls school shoes, clumpy black platforms with a big 4" high heel. Next came a blue and white stripped school tie, untidily and loosely knotted and a grey school cardigan. I finished the outfit with some cheap silver bangles and silver anklet. In my ears I placed some huge thin silver hoops at the front with smaller but still large hoops to the rear. I limited my rings to two silver ones on each hand. Without seeing myself it was obvious that the jewellery and make up would never be allowed in any respectable school. Finally with a flourish of cheap scent Leah announced that I was finished and spun me in the direction of a mirror. The vision that greeted me was extraordinary. In front of me stood a very tall and slim schoolgirl with a slightly boyish physique, legs to die for and a pretty but undoubtedly slutty face well made up though much to heavily for a nice girl. The eyes were particularly stricking, smocky and enticing under very thin arched brows and the lips, pink, pouty and glossy. In short I was a teenage boys wet dream of a 16 year old schoolgirl. The amazing thing was I not only looked totally feminine but unless you looked very closely I really did look in my teens, old enough for sex may be but certainly not to drink. "Wow" I exclaimed as I almost creamed my panties looking at my reflection, not even thinking about how I was going to explain my eyebrows at work. "You like then", Leah said with a smile. "Yeah I like very much", I replied. Leah looked at me kind of triumphantly and said, "yeah you and a lot of guys are gonna like what they see. Girl you are really gonna have some hot sex tonight." I blushed and smiled uncertainly. Leah handed me my shoulder bag thoughtfully packed with the necessary makeup and some condoms. She gave me some gum to chew and told me to try to act the part to give me confidence. "Speak like a school slut airhead" she said. "You mean like duh tell me I'm not totally a hottie. This school disco thing is like so way cool, I hope the boys like die when they see me." "Yeah that sort of thing" Leah replied smiling. Leah told me to relax for a while and leaving me with a joint to smoke and a large gin and tonic to drink she went upstairs to change into her outfit. Twenty minutes later she returned a picture of blousy sexiness. All curves and with her boobs spilling out of her too tight blouse. Together we were going to knock em dead, both different pictures of feminine loveliness, sharing as similarities only our utter girliness and our long straight blonde hair. Unlike me she wore hers down and loose which softened her well made up features where as my high ponytail served only to emphasise my sluttishness. Two little tarts together ready to have their brains fucked out, I groggily thought but in truth clear thinking was beyond me as I was high from feminine feelings and grade 1 dope and feeling very relaxed from the gin and tonic too. So much so that when Leah announced that the taxi had arrived and said "Come on Cher lets show you to the world", I just sighed a little and thought "yeah why not." In the taxi we giggled and flirted with the driver like any pair of teenage hotties. My fears were gone completely and I did not even stop to think that I was not the woman the taxi driver so clearly took me to be. We arrived outside the club to see hordes of women dressed as school girls, or at least guy's fantasy schoolies queuing to get in. There were quite a few over-aged schoolboys too, though as many men had arrived in there usual casual clothes. As we got out of the cab I noticed two slightly uncomfortable larger girls together who on closer inspection were both clearly men. Any lingering doubts were expelled by seeing them, not only did I know I looked a lot better but they were not being ridiculed by anyone and some of the women were chatting to them and being friendly. Leah and I took our places in the queue and waited our turn to show our tickets. A number of guys eyed me lustfully which I found both weird and flattering and the woman behind me told me she was very jealous of my legs and that I looked stunning. Once inside it was obvious that nobody was going to wait before partying as the atmosphere was already wild and liberated. There were five or six obvious trannies and there were a number of female couples fondling one another on the dance floor, as well as numerous guy/girl combinations in passionate clinches scattered throughout the club. Leah made sure I got through three stiff gin and tonics in short order and paid such close attention to me that we must have looked like just another lesbian couple. This combination of attention and drink made me very relaxed and I was soon revelling being out as a girl. In my drunken state I was agreeing with Leah that I should have come out years before and I even half agreed and giggled tipsily that some of the guys she was pointing out were quite cute. After about half an hour as the club filled up two guys came over and asked if they could sit at our table, Leah invited them to sit down and we were soon all chatting like long-term friends. The guys were Steve and Warren, both in their late thirties, well padded frames and both over 6 foot. Steve was slightly the larger with brown thinning hair and Warren was more muscled, quite bald and with what hair he had cut very short. They were both very pleasant to chat too. Leah kept her hands stroking me getting very excited and the guys obviously enjoyed the display. She also flirted with them often leaning into them and exchanging conversation that I did not hear. In a slight lull in the conversation Leah turned my head to her and gave me a soft lingering kiss on the lips. As we broke contact Warren said, "er sorry girls if you two want to be alone?" Quickly Leah responded "nah its okay, we both like guys too you know", and she gave them her wickedest smile. I looked shocked at first but following a warning look from Leah I just stared at the floor and smiled nervously. "Well in that case" Steve said with a huge grin on his face, "would either of you two like to dance." Leah accepted his invitation and as he grabbed her hand she bent down to whisper in my ear "I meant what I said its time for you to become a woman, get fucked by a guy if you want to sleep with me tonight." With those words burning into my brain she left me smiling dirtily at me. Warren asked me to dance and with no reason to refuse, and worried at Leah's reaction if I did, I accompanied him on to the dance floor. After a couple of upbeat tracks a slower, smoochie number was played. Warren's arms quickly encircled me and his groin pressed against my crotch. I knew I was turning him on as I could feel the hard evidence pressing into me. Strangely I was not repulsed but felt a warm tingling response in my own groin. Whether it was the drink, Leah's conditioning or my own total immersion in femininity I could not say, but at that moment his masculinity contrasted sharply and desirably with my girlishness. His size and strength were so much greater than mine, he was a real man, I was not, he would lead me I would follow. I felt my role was to please him, to tease him to make him want me. As Warren's one hand traced my bra strap and deftly and very sexily caressed my back his other began to massage my bum. Gyrating against him in time to the music I involuntarily uttered a soft moan. Smiling in response Warren said "God you are one sexy little slut Cherie. I can tell you like guys as well as women." My only answer was a low "mmmmm" and then it hit me I had to tell him before it was too late. I pushed him away and said, "look I'm sorry Warren but this isn't right I am not a girl I," "Yeah I know you are a guy, but you make one hot little school girl." I was shocked and relieved; he was not going to go silly on me but was it that obvious that I was male. As I stood their looking very stupid I guess Leah butted in having cut across to us when she saw me push warren away. "I told him, I told Steve. They think its cool and both fancy you to bits, now get your slutty ass out there girl and give Warren what he wants." Warren took my hand and pulled me to him to dance again. In a daze I followed him. He held me close, I felt helpless to resist as his hands roamed freely making me hot once more. Then his lips caressed my neck and he whisperingly told me how sexy I was and how much I obviously wanted this. I tried to fight and deny it but I could not. The touch of his hands and lips was making me so horny and conditioned to feeling sexually gratified through anal penetration, my ass pussy tingled and twitched. Warren's lips travelled across my neck, nuzzled my ear lobe and then traced my jaw line, I sighed in appreciation and as my mouth opened to expel another low moan it was covered by his. On auto-pilot my lips parted further in response and his tongue penetrated my mouth. His tongue touched mine and I hesitantly responded, this made him more forceful and he crushed me to him. I felt so helpless and so turned on. Eventually he broke his hold a little and came up for breath, "tease", he murmured. "There is a chill out room the other side of the bar where we can relax together and I am told anything goes, come with me", Warren demanded rather than asked. Shyly I assented. As Leah had told me I was a girl so I should be prepared to act like one. I did not have to wonder was I gay or not it did not matter, this man wanted me as a girl and I was honestly thrilled. To the rear of the bar we entered a dimly lit room, which was clearly more of a place to have sex than chill-out. There were numerous low couches and a few tables. I could see two girls necking passionately on one couch and nearby one of the better looking trannies I had previously spotted, was on her knees between some guys legs, clearly giving him a blow job. There were some straight seeming couples too and a group of four guys and girls actually having full sex together. Bits of girl's school uniform were strewn here and there. At my prompting we went to a vacant couch in a dark corner. There was a table to one side, on this Warren laid out two lines of coke. "Snort this it will help relax you I know this is your first time." I would normally never do coke but given my already doped and tipsy state and my anxiety I thought what the hell. Using a tube he gave me I inhaled the drug. The effect was almost immediate, apart from the burning in my nose my senses seemed to be dulled to everything except Warren's hand on my ass, yet I felt more focused and alive. I staggered slightly against Warren in my clumpy heels and he took the opportunity to kiss me again and pull me down on to the couch next to him. Immediately we were engaged in passionate kissing and groping. Used now to the invader in my mouth I responded enthusiastically with my own tongue and without consciously realising it found my hand rubbing the bulge in Warren's chinos as his fingers traced the lace of my hold ups and strayed on to the hot flesh above. Warren started whispering in my ear "yeah you are so sexy, a cheap little cock slut, a schoolgirl tramp, come on Cherie tell me how much you want my cock." I would never have dreamt of demeaning my self like this before but now I found myself craving the humiliation. "Ooh baby I want your cock" I cooed. "Come on slut tell Daddy you want to suck it and what a cock hungry bitch you are." Utterly lost in the role I was playing and remembering how Leah had told me to speak, loudly I said, "Daddy I like so want your cock. I wanna suck it and make it big. I'm like such a cock gobbling bitch I just need your jizz. Feed me your baby juice Daddy it would be like so cool. Please Daddy pleazzzzz." "Oh yeah you little slag, cock-whore I'm gonna give it to you ok." As Warren said this he unzipped his chinos and as my hand snaked inside his pants in pursuit of my prize his neck nuzzling turned into biting and sucking as he sought to give me a love bite. The sensations were almost overwhelming I squealed, "uuuuhhh Daddy yeah" and then as my hand caressed the full length of his thick shaft "Daddy its soooo big." Breaking away from mauling my exposed neck Warren pushed on my shoulders and said "kneel down and suck it slut, just like that other bitch is doing over there." Obediently I knelt between his legs, and watching the t-girl across the other side of the room imitated what she was doing. She must have seen me because with a mouth full of cock she tried to grin at me. My lips engulfed the head of Warren's cock without any preamble and I tasted its masculinity. I knew instantly that this was not going to be the last cock I was going to suck, indeed I was already looking forward to making comparisons. Why had I denied myself this I thought as I hungrily slurped my way down his shaft. I felt like my whole life had been moving towards this moment and that I was born to suck guy's aroused manhoods. At the same time the tingling in my ass pussy grew ever greater and I realised that soon I would be begging to have Warren thrust his penis deep into me. "Kneel on the couch next to me and stick your ass in the air but keep sucking" demanded Warren. I obeyed and was rewarded by feeling his hand caress my bum and his fingers apply a cool, moist jell to the opening to my back passage. Was he reading my mind. I began to suck harder and moaned loudly as I felt first one, then two and finally three digits push past my rosebud into my ass, lubing it as they went. My rectum stretched, as it was well used to being invaded by Leah's dildoes. Warren finger fucked me as I gobbled his prick. Soon I was moaning wildly, pools of saliva forming at his cock base and my ass bucking against his fingers. A voice behind me said "Wow you are right she is one cock hungry little bitch." I turned slightly to glimpse Steve and Leah arms around each other behind me "she sure is " replied Leah adding "go for it Cher let the tart in you out be all the sexy minx you can be." Encouraged I redoubled my efforts now desperately wanting the taste of Warren's spunk in my mouth but wanting even more a big cock in my ass pussy. "Here Warren let me fuck her while she sucks you" I heard Steve say, then all too quickly I felt Warren's fingers withdraw from my rectum. The dreadful emptiness inside, however, was momentary only and worth the disappointment as I felt Steve's cock head press against my rosebud. "Lets help you" Leah said guiding and steadying Steve's penis with one hand, while her other went between my legs to stroke my cockette through my panties. "This is going to be a life changing experience sweetie" she whispered close to my ear. As Steve's cock pressed against my anal ring so I thrust my ass back to meet him. He parted my butt cheeks as Leah ensured his penis accurately penetrated me. My rosebud gave way and the head of his penis pushed into me, my first real cock, that thought alone nearly made me cream my panties. Leah's massaging of me ensured I did flood them when Steve unceremoniously and without finesse shoved his shaft rapidly in me. I groaned, though the pain was minimal. "What a slut she came just with you entering her", Leah exclaimed as she extracted much of my cream from my panties and coated it over Steve's slowly thrusting cock. With a full ass and full mouth I was spit roasted between Warren and Steve. It felt so good, so sensual as I giggled inside at how quickly I had become a cock whore. A few hours ago I was still denying my needs to be fucked as a girl by men, now I was revelling in taking two strangers at a time and never wanting the wild sex I was having to end. All of us became more animated and excited. I was squealing and moaning around Warren's prick as he humped it into my face. My ass quivered and thrust against Steve as his cock pistoned into me and Leah had now squatted down to lick and suck my limp cockette which was soon risen back to life. Warren began to come to the boil and no matter how I tried to slow down the penis in my ass made it difficult for me to exercise any control. Though I really wanted Steve and Warren to cum in me together it was obvious that was not going to happen. Warren began to thrust into my mouth fucking me and I stopped sucking and let him use it like a face pussy. I felt him tense and then jerk as hot cum hit the back of my throat. Spurt after spurt shot into me but I managed to swallow all of the warm slightly salty cream. "You cocksucking cunt that is one sexy mouth." Warren murmured as he lay back in post orgasmic bliss. Leah stopped sucking me, stood up and told Warren to move over. She now sat in front of me, removed her panties and draped a leg over the back of the couch revealing her moist sex invitingly close to my mouth. "Lick me out babe" she commanded. As my tongue parted her lips and began to penetrate her and lap her juices, I realised why Steve seemed to have staying power as he fucked my ass ecstatically, he had recently orgasmed and I was drinking the result from Leah's pussy. Leah soon had my head held tight into her as she thrashed in orgasm. This sight in front of him seemed to finally bring Steve to the boil and with a shout of "Oh yeah baby, fuck oh yeah", I felt his cock jerk inside me and experienced for the first time the wonderful feeling of a jerking cock spurting sticky, warm sperm into my ass. Into Leah's muff I groaned out an "uuunnnngghhhh yesssssss" as Steve flooded me and my cockette spewed its juices again over the couch and my skirt. I was about to slump forward onto the cum soaked couch as Steve withdrew his limp member from me, but Warren took Steve's place grabbed my hips and shoved his penis hard into my now sticky, slick depths. Steve's fucking had stretched and lubed me with his spunk, so Warren slid in easily, but I still felt immensely more filled because he was quite a bit thicker than Steve. I escaped from Leah's crotch long enough to shout out, "Warren yes oh fuck me, fuck me hard." "Cher you cunt whore I am gonna fuck your ass off, slut." He was nearly as good as his word. His thrusts were measured and I could feel every one. I clamped my rectal muscles to his shaft massaging its length trying to keep a rhythm with his thrusts. I was in heaven, I had never felt anything quite like it. Each pump into me sent increasing waves of sensation rippling out from the pit of my tummy. Soon I could no longer give any attention to Leah and my head lay on her crotch, low moans escaping my lips. Leah had turned her head away from me to passionately kiss Steve, now sat beside her, but she held my left hand and lovingly stroked my hair and ear as the feelings rose to a crescendo. With one last extra hard thrust Warren's cock spasmed and let release another flood of jism into my bowels. This provoked a reaction in me as if a dam had burst and the building sensations exploded within me passing through my body and sending my head spinning. Breathlessly I mumbled "oh fuck oooooohhhh mmmmmmm" and began to mew and whimper as Leah looked down at me smiling "let it go Cher. Welcome to womanhood." After a minute or so as my heart rate began to slow I lay on the couch and looked out into the room. Slowly focusing I noticed that our wild sex had gathered quite a crowd. Focusing more sharply I recognised two of them, Leah's boyfriend and my colleague Nick and our boss, Ross Pemberton. I sat up, panic setting in, Leah flung an arm round me, "its okay baby don't worry, everything is gonna be alright. Just keep being your sweet sexy schoolgirl self Cher." Turning from me she looked up and said "hi Nick." "What a fucking picture and what a vid this will make" Nick said patting the small video camera he carried. "Enjoying yourself hon" he said to a smiling Leah. She responded by disentangling herself from Steve and kneeling in front of Nick, without further conversation she unzipped his jeans took out his prick and began to suckle on it. Enjoying the attention Nick turned to Ross Pemberton "see I told you Philip Scott was a raving sissy boy and what a pretty and sexy one he makes." Startled already I sat still frozen by the discovery, but I was even more startled by Mr Pemberton's response, "don't be crude towards Cherie, Nick, she is an exquisite jewel." He took my hand raised me to my feet and then gently kissed my hand, "you are very lovely my dear but I think you need to tidy yourself a little so why don't you run along to the girl's room and spruce up a bit, and when you get back we will have a nice chat. Now don't worry everything is going to be fine." He kissed me gently on the cheek, "okay" I replied hesitantly and then remembering Leah's advice added with a smile "this is so like totally, totally cool." In the mirror in the Ladies I was amazed to note that despite all the activity I still looked very feminine and sexy, even though most of the make up around my mouth had long gone. I reapplied my make up where necessary and tidied up my clothes. Soon there were going to be drying cum stains on my skirt and blouse as well as silver cum streaks down the insides of my stockings and I was still leaking a lot. Yet I found these kind of sexy as was the large bruise on my neck from where Warren had given me a love bite. I thought I looked attractive but a real slapper, on a whim I redid my lips so that they were even sluttier. Too hell with it I had been caught acting like a schoolgirl whore by my boss, things could not get worse and I knew I had no intention of going back on what I had done, if anything I wanted more, so I resolved to just stay in character and see what happened. On returning to the chill out room Steve and Warren had gone and sat around the table were Ross Pemberton, Nick, Leah and Leah's boss and friend of Mr Pemberton, Paul Tyler. They all smiled at me. Two lines of coke lay prepared on the table and I was instructed to snort them, which I did. There was no seat for me so Mr Pemberton indicated that I should sit in his lap. "Now then young lady", Mr Pemberton, began "the situation is like this, Nick here told me about your ahem interests", he stroked my thigh as he said this and I looked daggers at Leah who mouthed a sorry to me, "anyway I am a man who likes femininity. As you know I have had many affairs that the office has known all about. My wife tolerates this so long as I stay with her and keep her in the manner she wishes and do not allow the affairs to impinge on our social life. What you do not know is I have always had a thing for ultra feminine transsexuals. There femininity is worn so openly, they never dress down. I also find the idea of a really pretty girl having working male equipment a real turn on. My wife knows this too and told me that she would feel more secure if next time I took a mistress she was to be a t-girl. After all I am hardly likely to run off with her and leave my wife." By now Mr Pemberton was moving his hand under my skirt and between my thighs, I instinctively spread my legs for him. "I confided some of this in Nick, who I have come to regard highly, though my trust may have been misplaced as he told Leah, still once she knew the truth came out about you. Nick told me and we began to plan this evening. Nick has everything on video so I could blackmail you but I would prefer not to. I want you to be my mistress, what do you say." By now his cock was bulging his trousers, and I could feel it through my skirt and with the newly inhaled coke in me I just wanted to fuck again. Keeping eye contact I climbed off Mr Pemberton's lap, unzipped him, knelt between his legs, pulled his cock out and began to suck him. "I will take that as a yes then", he said. Ross Pemberton was 52, slightly overweight and balding so no hunk, but he was wealthy, witty and well turned out. What I did not realise until I began to fellite him was that he also had a very large penis, 10" of thick throbbing circumcised muscle. Despite recent practice I could not take him into my throat without gagging but even so after ten minutes of licking and sucking I was rewarded with a tummy full of his cream. As I gave head so my future was discussed. I was to lose my job at Mr Pemberton's but would be reassigned to Paul Tyler's beauty parlour and fitness centre working as a female receptionist/pa for the male health club. I was to be the perfect dumb blonde. I was to spend my days reading women's magazines, having long-lunches shopping and just looking good for the male clientele. I was to be given lessons in flirting as my only job training. I was to be available anytime of day should Mr Pemberton call (I was always to call him that except in private when I could call him Daddy). I would earn a pittance as a receptionist but Ross would give me a charge card for clothes and beauty products. I would also get free beauty treatments and make overs at the beauty parlour but as part of Paul Tyler's reward for all this he would be allowed to fuck me at work when he wanted. Paul was a very active bi-sexual so I was sure that would be often. Ross was also letting me stay rent free in a luxury apartment, which I would share with Leah. This arrangement effectively made me the property of Ross Pemberton. I would have an easy life and a luxurious one but I would owe him everything. My personal relationships were to be controlled too. I could not have a relationship with any woman other than Leah, provided she still wanted me, and no male lovers unless allowed by Pemberton. As he said I could not be trusted anyway. I was too much of a dizzy tart, as I had been given condoms that evening by Leah but had forgotten to use them. He pointed out that it was lucky for me that Steve and Warren were hired in for the evening so he knew they were disease free. Before any of this was to happen I was to go the next day to a hospital for facial surgery and breast augmentation. I would then be sent to a convalescence home to recover and to receive instruction in being a girl and being the beautiful bimbette that Ross Pemberton desired. During that time I was to be given a new identity and my male life would be expunged. I would return in eight weeks as Cherie Lacey to a job in which it was believed that I was a fully-fledged woman, sleeping with the boss and also with the boss of one of their suppliers. I would be a pneumatic blonde, reeking sex and always immaculately turned out. The envy of most women and the fantasy of most men. At this point in his story Ross Pemberton spasmed and flooded my mouth with his spunk. I looked up licked my lips and said "cewl." In front of the other people at the table and in view of many others in the room, taking off my cardigan I hitched up my school skirt, lent over the table and pulled my thong to one side. I looked back over my shoulder and softly said "please fuck me Mr Pemberton" "So you are ok with this", "yeah like whatever", was the reply that sealed my fate, as Ross Pemberton's still erect but cum dripping, delicious thick member expanded my rosebud and ploughed into my ass. In truth even without agreeing to Ross Pemberton's scheme for me I knew I had already mentally switched to being the cock hungry girly-boy tramp that he wanted and others like Leah seemed to want me to be. Whether it was in part the drugs I had taken or just wholly something deep within me that was no longer repressed I neither knew or cared, what I did know was that I loved what was happening to me. I loved being a male fantasy, a willing sex object. I wanted to be fucked and filled with men's creamy cum. "Ooohhh Mr Pemberton you are so fucking big. Yeah ooohhh fuck me deeper, harder, pleazzzze" I moaned and pleaded as Ross Pemberton buried himself to the hilt in me. I was in ecstasy for he was not only big but knew how to use his weapon too. After ten minutes of pumping me from behind he held on to me tightly and moved back to the couch so that I was impaled by him, straddling his lap and facing away from him towards the room, with my t-girl credentials fully on display for anyone to see. "While I fuck her would anyone like to get between her legs and suck her off", he announced to the increasingly busy room. Ross Pemberton's cock felt both gorgeous and enormous inside me as I wriggled and bounced in his lap. A youngish, slightly effeminate looking guy came towards us, knelt in front of me and without hesitation began to suck my cockette. He was good but could barely keep me stiff as all my concentration, all my sensitivity was in my ass as it was pistoned into by a guy who really knew how to fuck. As Ross's ardour mounted so he began to vigorously nuzzle my neck. "So you let the boys give you love bites do you my dirty little tart, I will show you love bites babe." He bit and sucked my neck hard and I was lost in the pain and pleasure crying out little guttural sounds between mewing pleas to have him fill me with his baby juice. Ross had tremendous stamina and he continued to pound into me long after my body was racked with heaving waves of pleasure, but with one final thrust he made me scream in pain and joy his penis penetrating me further than I had ever been penetrated. "Awwww you fucking cunt whore take it all", he snarled as his cock spasmed and flooded my bowels with creamy reward. Sated he pushed my limp and whimpering body off his lap onto all fours on the floor. "Mmmm you are one fine fuck, greedy not too share" Ross commented as I crawled in front of him. Turning to the room he said "this is a one time only offer boys, if you want to fuck her go to it, I know she will not mind, there are condoms in a bowl on the table." At that moment a mind was something I did not have, I was all animal, a bitch in heat, I just wanted to be filled again and I did not care how I achieved it or with who. Waggling my cum filled tush I slurred "cum on boys fuck me. I like so need cock. Now." A fat, ugly guy sheathed up, knelt behind me and started to push his erection into my now loose and sloppy ass hole, while the effeminate young guy who had sucked me indicated he wanted the favour returned. In all at least three different male couples spit roasted me in turn, each spewing their jism into their protective rubbers. I lost count to be honest of them and time. The sensations ceased to be particularly pleasurable but I enjoyed the knowledge of what was happening. The degradation seemed to be the turn on for me. Eventually my jaws ached too much and I made only my ass available. At least two further guys availed themselves of the opportunity to bury their rods into my accepting ass pussy. Others simply wanked over me shooting their spunk across my body soaking my blouse. These included Mr Pemberton who was evidently quite a voyeur and excited by seeing his newly acquired girl used by other men. As I lay almost comatose after another fucking, sprawled on the floor of the chill out room splattered from head to toe in cum, Leah came to my rescue "that's enough boys she has taken as much as she can." She helped me up semi-conscious and moaning. "I think we will limit the mix of coke and sex in the future or you will burn out." As I lent against her, wincing from my sore ass, she turned to the still watching Ross Pemberton. "Sorry Ross but the fun is over for tonight." "That's okay Leah" he replied "she has provided remarkable entertainment", kissing me on the cheek he said "I look forward to a return on my investment, I will see you when the work on you is complete but not before. Goodnight Cherie." With that he left. Leah half guided and half dragged me into the toilets. She lent me against the sink and I gazed at the wreck I had become. My make-up was smeared, I had cum everywhere including in my hair and my neck was ringed with love bites. My thong was ruined and of no use for preventing cum dribbling down the inside of my leg. As she cleaned off the worst of the mess she said, "I knew this was the life for you, I knew you would like men and if we could only release your inner slut we could make you the perfect sex partner for Ross. I had no idea you would turn out to be such a cock hungry nymphomaniac though. Jeez Louise, you are one horny bitch Cher." I could only giggle in response. Leah threw my thong in a waste bin and gave me a spare pair of bikini briefs from her handbag, together with a sanitary pad. Feeling more comfortable after putting them on I set about repairing my make up with Leah's help. We restored my prettiness but not my respectability as with my cum stained clothes and love bite covered neck I looked the dirtiest little common slut it was possible to be. "You will do for going back into the club if not for a vicar's garden party" Leah said laughingly as she took my hand and led me out to the main part of the club. Leah and I sat down and were immediately given drinks on the house. A number of guys came up to us but Leah waved them away as she held me close to her, an arm protectively around my shoulders. As the party wound down so it was announced that there were some prizes to be announced. Firstly they called out most convincing school boy and school girl. Then they announced head girl and head boy for the two people who were considered to have most entered into the spirit of the party and then finally came the night's biggest prize for the school bike. This was for the girl who came out as the biggest slut at the party, the easiest, tartiest girl there. The MC said it was a unanimous decision of the party organiser's that the biggest slut at the party was undoubtedly Cherie Lacey! Leah pulled me up and propelled me to the stage to get my prize. Embarrassed I went forward accompanied to a barrage of applause which only grew louder when the MC announced that this was the first time the prize had been awarded to a transvestite. I was presented with a tacky badge with "the school bike" scrawled on it and this was attached to my blouse. I was also given a pair of split crotch panties as they knew I was a girl who did not like to waste time. Very funny, not. Finally they gave me the real prize, a ?100 voucher for a local fetish clothes store and an invite to be a "celebrity" guest at their next local party. Leah made a huge fuss and joke about my new celeb status as a t-girl schoolie slut. Lots of people came to congratulate me too. I tired of this quickly, however and asked Leah if we could leave. She ordered a taxi and we left shortly before the very end of the school disco. Content but tired I lent into Leah on the journey home. The taxi driver was black, quite handsome, and found the two school girl tarts he had collected both amusing and from his expression in the mirror exciting too. Leah instructed him to pull into an unlit side alley near my house. As it was late there was nobody about. He asked for ?10. "Do you want cash or would you like my friend here to give you a blow job, it is likely to be cheapest one you have ever been offered", Leah asked. The taxi driver quickly opted for the blow job. "Pay the man Cher, its okay Ross said I could get you to do this." My mentality had been so skewed that night that I did not even consider refusing Leah's request, besides Mr Pemberton wanted me to do this so it seemed and I already thought I should always do what Mr Pemberton wanted. I exited the taxi and then got back in on to the front passenger seat. With a lazy smile I undid the taxi driver's flies and pulled out a respectable penis from his boxers. I rolled it gently in my hands to ensure he was totally erect, covered it with a condom Leah gave me and then buried my head in his lap engulfing his cock with my mouth. My jaw had recovered sufficiently for me to gain some pleasure in sucking the taxi drive's 7" rubber-sheathed penis. He certainly enjoyed it and within seconds of me applying my new found skill he was moaning with intense pleasure. As my head bobbed along the length of his shaft I stroked his balls and jacked the base of his cock. Quickly his passion mounted and I soon felt him tense and then his twitch as he spurted his fluids into the condom. "Way to go girl", said Leah as I tucked the guy back in his pants smiling at him. We exited the car and a happy cabbie went on his way to his next fare. Leah led me into the house. I was now feeling groggy and sleepy and just wanted to crash. "Oh no you don't" said Leah as I stumbled towards the bedroom with no intention of removing my cum encrusted clothes. Taking my hand she led me into the bathroom and made me stand passively in front of her. First she removed my loose tie and then the cardigan. Next she unbuttoned my cum marked blouse and pushed it off my shoulders dropping it behind me. Leah then instructed me to "Get out of those clumpy shoes you are too tall for me." I did so kicking them to one side. Hers remained on so we were much similar heights as her arms reached round me to unfasten my little grey skirt. I giggled sleepily as she did this "what" she asked "you are the first one to bother taking my clothes off first" I replied "yes well as sexy as you are I'm not going to fuck you pet, surely you have had enough tonight." Feigning petulance I said "but you promised." In response Leah lightly tapped my panty clad cock in mock annoyance and disapproval. Her hands slid down my legs rolling down my hold ups as they went. "Point" she said and I pointed my foot for her to take the nylons off. Holding my right foot in her hand she lightly licked and then sucked my big toe. "I've got something else for you to suck if you like", I said hopefully. "You are incorrigible, a total nympho", she laughed as she pulled down my panties. My straining cock sprang forward, Leah caught it in her hand and engulfed its tip in her mouth. The feeling of her expert warm, moist mouth, and the sight of her as a blousy schoolgirl slut sucking my effeminate cock soon made me yearn to shoot my load into her, despite my drowsy state and earlier orgasms. I bucked my hips and with a loud groan let free a flow of semen into Leah's mouth. Holding it all in her mouth she stood up and hugged me to her. We kissed passionately and she unloaded her mouthful of cum into my willing mouth. "I couldn't take it from you now that I know how much you like it" she giggled. Finally exhausted I swallowed my own spunk. With me still stood in the bathroom naked, Leah took a warm flannel and sponged my body clean. She then towelled and powdered me and let my hair down out of its ponytail. Taking me to the dressing table she sat me down and brushed my hair out. Finished she handed me some cotton vest and shorts pyjamas, which I put on and got into bed. Leah snuggled up behind me as we spooned together. The last thing I remember was Leah kissing me gently on the head and saying "Night Cher, you are gonna love your new life, I know I will." Please give comments if you want to know what happens to Cher, Leah and Ross Pemberton, following Cherie's cosmetic surgery.