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"Just A Girl" by Katie Risita My name is Frank. OK, it WAS Frank, until recently, when things...changed. Now, more often than not, I answer to Katie. I know, I know. Yes, I am a guy, technically, but, well...to explain, it's gonna take a story, a loooong story...but not a boring one, I promise! I am a 33-year-old white male from Long Island, New York. I have always been overweight, unattractive, short, and very insecure, especially about my looks and desirability to the opposite sex. Girls have never been attracted to me (and I've always really wanted them to be, always sought approval from girls, which may have been part of the problem, since, as I know a lot better now, girls generally want to be the ones getting approval from guys and they view a guy caring too much about what they think as sort of wussy). Ever since I was little, I have had thoughts about what it would be like to be a girl. I guess because I liked girls so much - the way they talk, walk, dress, act, everything-I became fascinated, almost obsessed, with femininity. I started crossdressing a little at home when my parents weren't around or, if they were home and I had the "urge," I locked myself in the bathroom to do it. I also started sneaking some of my father's Penthouse and Playboy magazines to look at. That part seems normal, right? Wrong- because the prettier one of the girls inside was, the more I wished I could be like her, be her, instead of being with her. The part of the magazines I really enjoyed, though, were the "Forum" or "Letters" sections, where people wrote in to tell stories of encounters or fantasies they wanted to share. Again, I always imagined that I was the girl in the story, and I was especially taken with any story where the girl was shy and reluctant as sexual things were being done to her, which seemed to be the way it was in a good number of the stories. I found out eventually that a girl being this way, trying to remain a "good girl" while a male overpowered her and had his way with her, was called "submissiveness. This was often painted as a fetish, or something kinky, but I figured out over time that even the most straightforward sexual situations, where there was no "scene" or 'kink" or such but that a girl was just being "taken" by a guy in whatever setting, featured this element. I realized that most girls, deep down, in those secret places that they only share with their girlfriends and their diaries, were submissive, and that they both liked and sort of needed to be dominated by boys. This began to explain somewhat my inability to make girls see me as anything other than gross or invisible. Girls wanted a boy who was confident, aggressive, a "bad boy." I was the furthest thing from this ideal, and this was confirmed repeatedly over the years. Sometimes girls who I was friends with ("just" friends, of course) would try to help me when I whined about my luck with other girls, and the advice was always the same-"Girls love confidence in a guy," "You have to be more confident," "You can't be insecure," etc. Well, sure, it's easy for the confident guys to be confident-they're, like, tall and cute and athletic and uncomplicated. I had no reason to be confident; confidence on my part would have looked even more ridiculous than my wimpy demeanor did-what girl is going to be swept off her little heels by a short, fat guy who everybody in school knows backs down from fights with other guys? Exactly. I also now had a good understanding of why I identified so strongly with the girls in those naughty stories. How could I identify with the guys? I had nothing of what they had-I wasn't tall, strong or confident, I never took control of a situation, and girls never looked at me as someone they could be submissive to. God, what could I do? I was so into girls and their aura, and I found the whole dominant-male/submissive-female "dance" so intoxicatingly sexy, but there was no way I could ever occupy the male role in such a scenario, despite the fact that I was born male. So I did the only "reasonable" thing-I internalized the other side. I began to inhabit the girl role, in my mind, my dreams, and my fantasies. I even learned to masturbate in a way that physically emulates the way a girl touches herself, and I couldn't get myself off in the "normal" way for years! I had a few relationships with girls but things would get weird when my story, which I would try to repress, emerged. As much as some of these girls tried to deal with my gender issues, eventually they would need someone more masculine to satisfy them and things would end. I always thought that if, somehow, I ever met a girl who I could tell, for certain, was truly attracted to me (especially if she was someone I was really hot for as well), my need to be girlie would fade and I would realize my "normal," true maleness. Well, back in 2001, it happened. I met JoAnnie, a brilliant, creative, deeply wonderful girl who also happened to be an incredibly gorgeous, feminine Latina (my #1 "type"). She was 21, she's 5'4," 122 lbs., with shoulder-length, dark brown hair, big brown eyes, pouty, pink lips, large, round breasts, and long, lean-but-not-skinny) legs. We hit if off great and within weeks we were hot and heavy, and it was clear, from things she said and the general way she interacted with me physically, that she found me attractive and perfectly normal in terms of sexuality. However, there would soon be trouble in paradise. You see, when JoAnnie and I met, I was at perhaps the happiest, most stable point in my life. I was away from the dysfunctional environment I'd grown up in, had a nice place in a nice town, a good job, and I was exercising and eating particularly healthfully, which had resulted in a weight loss that put me at an almost-OK size (whereas these days I'm heavier than I've been in ages). So I was confident and carefree at that time, certainly contributing factors to how attractive she found me. Right around 9/11, however, things started to crumble. Much of my life to that point had been filled with abuse, hardship, and depression; now, it was heading back down that road-I lost several jobs, eventually lost my apartment and had to live in near-squalor, was unemployed and nearly homeless for months, and began eating poorly and gaining weight as well as getting sick a great deal. Relations between JoAnnie and me, needless to say, grew strained, and it became obvious that she was no longer terribly "into" me sexually. Couple this with the fact that, quite frankly, she's model-beautiful and lived in New York City and was hit on daily by a variety of men who were any combination of good-looking, fit, tall, interesting, artistic, spiritual, and financially secure (not to mention the ever-popular "not making her miserable with their problems and insecurities"), and, well, what's a girl to do, you know? I guess JoAnnie could only resist so much before she was overwhelmed by how fun all the attention was, and she started to give in, to date and flirt with other guys. I was never sure how far she went, but it seemed from her demeanor with me that she was just having a bit of fun, not really getting too intense with any of these guys. At this point I suppose you could say I reached a sort of crossroads. I still had an opportunity to assert myself and my manhood and make an all- out, unflinching bid to reclaim my girlfriend. But I found instead that the more I thought about what she might be doing while she was out on dates (she didn't tell me but I knew when she didn't call on a given night, because we always talked at night), the more turned on I would get. Not that I didn't feel jealous, because I certainly did, but it was a jealousy that existed in tandem with a feeling that there was nothing I could do, nothing that she could do, that it was only right that a sexy girl should be out playing with cute boys...and I obviously wasn't the cutest boy she could be playing with. I realized that, despite all the years of being resentful toward girls for choosing other more stereotypically macho guys over me and marginalizing me sexually, that, if I were a girl, I would do the exact same thing, especially if I were a girl in the 99 th percentile of attractiveness (i.e. JoAnnie). So I started tentatively coaxing the details of her dates out of her, like how she dressed, how he treated her, whether he was a good kisser (if he kissed her) and, most crucially, whether he was aggressive with her. I don't know exactly why, but I guess it turned me on to hear about someone else making her feel the way I couldn't. [A note here: I could have broken up with her, yes, but I love her and wanted to try to make things work somehow. She said she did too but for now-which has "now" been at least 3 years-she was going to be dating other men.] JoAnnie was a bit taken aback at first, but for some reason she came around and soon was describing exactly what she did on these dates to me, sometimes over the phone, sometimes in bed with me. She wouldn't let me fuck her anymore, nor would she even think about going down on me, but she did let me go down on her, which is the one thing I do better than most guys-surprise, surprise-and she would play with my nipples (which makes me feel very feminine) as I jerked off as she basically let me know that I couldn't really make her feel the way these other guys did, and that she and her girlfriends had all been giggling and girl-talking for some time about what a sissy I was- because she told them-and encouraging her to go out with more macho guys. Which brings us up to the present. We have been trying to stay together spiritually, but JoAnnie has continued to flirt and play and, well, it's gotten a bit more intense. In the last few weeks, her girlfriends Karina, Melissa and Kathy have been calling and coming over quite a bit, and whenever I see them talking to JoAnnie, they're whispering in urgent breathless bursts. I hadn't been able to catch what they were talking about for awhile-it was schoolgirlishly secretive-but I could detect the unmistakably gushing tone of girl-talk, and it didn't strike me as totally innocent. Then this past Friday, the girls called to tell JoAnnie that they were coming over and apparently asked her if I could give them a ride to the mall. I agreed and in about a half-hour we were on our way. The whole ride over they were giggling and squealing (JoAnnie included) like a hyper cheerleading squad; about what, I couldn't tell at the time because they took care to keep me from hearing. When we got to the mall, the four of them made a beeline for all the stores which carried the cutest, flirtiest clothes in the mall-Forever 21, bebe, Charlotte Russe, Delia's, and, of course, Victoria's Secret. I tagged along like a good boyfriend, trying to take in as much of them shopping (and checking out boys shamelessly) as possible but not wanting to look like a perv (or, worse, more interested in their girlie exploits than a "real man" ought to be). I noticed that JoAnnie was the only one among the girls who was actually trying on outfits, something I found curious. After about two or three hours of this, the girls looked to be as "finished" as four girls with no particular purpose in mind can look. At least, I thought they had no purpose. Little did I know, but I was about to find out. They emerged from their last attraction, Victoria's Secret (I found this a bit odd as JoAnnie doesn't wear fancy underthings that often), muttering something unintelligible, save for the phrase "finishing touches," which I heard clearly. Then I heard Karina insist, "Now you have to go out with him-otherwise the outfit is going to go to waste!" That got my attention but I was still slow on the uptake, stubbornly assuming that "him" referred to me. Before I had much time to turn it over in my head, though, I got another eye-opener. Of a sudden, my girlfriend and her friends were being approached by a guy. A very good-looking guy. A very tall, well- built, confident-looking guy. A very...different-than-me-looking guy. His name was David, and he was 6' 2," about 200 pounds, with a physique that fell somewhere between that of a basketball forward and a football quarterback. He strode cockily up to the gaggle of young ladies, barely offering me a sidelong glance. Obviously feigning surprise, Karina gushed, "Hi, David!!! What a coincidence, we were just talking about you-well, JoAnnie was doing most of the talking, actually." All the girls giggled when she spoke, and JoAnnie began to blush a delicate shade of pink. "What's up, Eni?" he inquired, calling her by the more little-girlish nickname that her friends and family used. "Doing a little-or a lot-of shopping?" Suddenly my fairly-empowered, sophisticated girlfriend began to morph before my eyes into a boycrazy schoolgirl. She looked at him shyly and replied, "Yeah, I guess," even more shyly. He continued to chat her up as if I wasn't even there, really treating me like I might as well have been a girl, one of JoAnnie's girlfriend's, to be honest, I felt that way, too. He then asked her if he could see what she had bought, and she immediately got very bashful, stammering a bit as she started, "I don't think I could, you know, and plus I'm with my boyfriend, so, um-" But before she could protest too thoroughly, her friend Melissa interjected, "Of course you can see, David! But you don't wanna just see them in the bags, do you? I mean, unless you're like Frank." She rolled her eyes at me petulantly as she said this last part, knowing that it would further illustrate the difference between David and me (and serve to empower him and disempower me in JoAnnie's eyes). With that, the girls led JoAnnie back into Victoria's Secret, giggling all the way. I was left to stand there next to David, which made me incredibly nervous, although I wasn't exactly sure why. He just chuckled to himself a bit as we watched them go, taking a seat on a nearby bench. I, however, stood like a statue at the entrance to the shop, looking in intently, waiting to see just what was going to happen here. After what seemed like hours (but was only about 15 minutes), the girls emerged, with JoAnnie sort of hidden behind them. When they got to where David was, they brought her through the circle, and basically presented her to him. David stood up slowly, and though I couldn't really see JoAnnie yet, the look on his face spoke volumes. He began smiling in a self-satisfied sort of way, and I watched his eyes travel up and down my girlfriend's petite yet curvy body. When I finally glimpsed her clearly, I was stunned. JoAnnie was wearing a very tight pink tank-top, really more of a camisole, which said "I like boys" in huge white letters across the chest. It didn't quite reach her waistline, and so a belly-button ring in the shape of a tiny set of handcuffs dangling from above her navel and resting in the recess of it was clearly visible. I didn't even know she had gotten her navel pierced! Next up on the ensemble as you traveled down was a baby-blue denim mini with a little white lace ruffle about the hemline. JoAnnie also was wearing shimmery, sheer, pink (!) stockings, and there was no naughty mystery as to whether they were thigh-highs or pantyhose, because the skirt was so brief that it betrayed her modesty and revealed her lacy, ultrafeminine stocking tops. As if this wasn't flirty enough, the girls had gotten her into a pair of hot-pink legwarmers and a little pair of baby-pink anklets with lace trim, leading her feet into 5-inch pink high heels that were open-toed and had a clear heel. I noticed then that the stockings were the newer kind that left the toes bare, so that a girl who wanted to be so girlie as to wear hosiery and show off her pedicure simultaneously could do so. JoAnnie's toenails matched her fingernails, which matched her glittery eyeshadow, blush and shiny, wet lipgloss-all a baby-pink that made her look about sixteen. To really put the proverbial exclamation mark on the sentence, she had done her hair up in pigtails, held by strands of pink (what else?) ribbon, and she was wearing around her neck a little pink plastic baby pacifier on a string. JoAnnie's outfit, all by itself, made her appear to be completely submissive to David purely by way of its incomprehensibly girlie nature. I could only imagine how it made her feel. Everyone involved was silent for a long minute, until Kathy asked David, rhetorically, "So, do you like it?" "Whoa. You look like an absolute doll, Eni, literally." My girlfriend protested, "David, please don't call me Eni, I'm not a little girl." I could tell she was trying desperately to maintain some measure of control now, but her plea came out sounding like nothing so much as whining-she may as well have stamped her foot when she said it. "OK, sure, whatever, Eni!" he replied, teasingly emphasizing the fact that he intended to continue to do and say exactly as he pleased, especially if it made JoAnnie feel embarrassed. David had essentially put her on notice that, in his eyes, she was, indeed, a little girl who had no power around him, no say. Knowing JoAnnie, I waited for her to assert herself against his cocksure swagger. What she did instead amounted to a turning point in my life and in hers. In rapid sequence, JoAnnie displayed the following repertoire of body language: she blushed, she giggled, she bit down on her lower lip, she pouted, she looked up at him with her big brown eyes (doubtless silently aware that, even in super-high heels, she had to look way up at boys like him because she was so small), she batted her long, mascara'd eyelashes at him, she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, she adjusted her stockings, and, finally, she submissively put her hands behind her back and left them there for the rest of the time they spoke. It was quite a tour-de-force performance of coquettishness, and the gesture it culminated with-Eni putting her hands behind her-was arresting on several levels. Firstly, it displayed her in a most fetching way, insofar as her tits were pushed out solicitously toward David while her shoulders and ass were pushed back, in an almost-frightened retreat which made her look like a little bunny afraid of a fox. Second, it sent out a strong, clear signal that she knew she was powerless to prevent David from doing to her whatever he wished, and that she wasn't even going to try. I mean, if a boy wants to kiss you, touch your breasts, undo your top, go up your skirt, etc., and your hands are clasped firmly behind your back, how on earth are you going to stop him? David clearly enjoyed and picked up on all of JoAnnie's little signals, and once she put her hands behind her, I could tell that he felt-quite correctly-like he was in control of my girlfriend. At this point I felt like perhaps it was time I did something. I stepped up to him, trying to convey assertiveness as I said, "Look , I don't know who you think you are, dude, but JoAnnie-that's her name-is my girlfriend and she doesn't want some jock like you ordering her around, and-" David didn't let me finish my wussy tirade, pushing me to onto the bench with one strong motion and instructing me-warning me, really-to "shut up, you little bitch! I wasn't talking to you! Eni's little friends here told me all about you, how you don't know how to be a man, how to make a girl feel like a girl, how to take charge. They said even your own girlfriend- well, your ex-girlfriend, that is-says that you'd make a better girlfriend, that they all giggle and make fun of you when Eni here confesses to them how you never, ever tell her what to wear or what you want her to do! You can't even call her 'Eni', 'cause you think it's demeaning to treat her like a little girl, right? Right?!?" I just nodded and murmured, "Y-y-yeah, I guess so." He continued, "Well, some girls-most girls, actually-love it when guys-well, guys like me, anyway-take charge of them and treat them like little girls. That's why a girl who's already all grown up would dress up like a little princess-just to look pretty and submissive for cute boys, especially a bad-boy like me. Isn't that right, Eni?" JoAnnie hesitated for a moment, looked at me, then at her girlfriends, and finally at David. When she looked in his eyes again, I knew what she would do. She gushed, breathlessly, "Yes, David. I love it when boys take charge of me and treat me like a little girl, and I dress up like a little princess just to look pretty and submissive for cute boys, especially a bad-boy like you, David," adding, just for good measure, "I would never dress like this for Frank!" She was almost moaning as she said it, and she looked right up at him with those innocent doe-eyes as she did, obviously trying to be as pretty and feminine as she could. She honestly sounded like she was about fourteen. David looked over at me, then looked back at JoAnnie, eyeing her tight top. "Tell me what your shirt says, Eni." She looked down shyly, and David snapped, "Don't look down, you know what it says. Keep looking up at me and say it." He tilted her chin upward so she had to look up and her cheeks turned pink for the thousandth (but surely not the last) time that day, as she cooed, girlishly, "I like boys!" David was stroking her tummy lightly now, playing with her navel-ring and tracing the flirty words across her bosom with his large fingers. "And, compared to me, what is Frank?" he demanded. JoAnnie's friends giggled as they looked at me dismissively, no doubt urging her on to answer David "correctly." "A girl," she said simply. "A sissy-little girl." "Repeat after me, Eni: 'My name is Eni and I'm just a girl.'" She babbled, cutely, "But I-I'm not-I can't-" and David shut her up by doing something which made her blush profusely - he took that little pacifier she had around her neck and pushed it into her mouth, holding it there for a second. "Relax, Eni. I know you're nervous about what's about to happen to you, but you need to calm down. Just suck on it like a good little girl until you can say what I told you to, 'k?" Eni did as she was told, nursing on the pacifier as her choppy breathing slowed gradually. "Besides, you'll need to practice anyway." She blushed again, obviously not so innocent that she didn't know what he meant, and fluttered her long lashes prettily as she slowly but surely succumbed to David's masculine power. "Now then," he began, almost professorially, "is Eni ready to be a proper young lady?" She nodded her head in assent, and he yanked the pacifier from between her glossy lips. "Say it. 'My name is Eni and I'm just a girl'." Hands still behind her back demurely, JoAnnie-I mean, Eni-obeyed her gorgeous new boyfriend and repeated exactly what he told her to, word-for- word: "My name is Eni and I'm just a girl." The only embellishment she made was that little stress on the word 'just' that suggested nothing so much as an acknowledgement that she knew her place and knew that he was totally in charge of her now. The matter settled, David put his hand around the back of Eni's waist, gently but firmly urging her forward as he clasped her hands, which were still bound behind her by no more bondage than her own instinct to be his little girl. David let her know wordlessly that he wanted her hand, and she limply let him take it. Eni was in a bad way at this point, her eyes and mind visibly glazed over with lust and a feeling of utter vulnerability. Then he told her-ordered her, really-to "say 'bye-bye' to your ex-boyfriend, Eni!" She looked back over her shoulder, waved in that girlie way-opening and closing her tiny hand-that is just one of a million ways that boys and girls are different, and, in a taunting, sing-song voice, said "bye-bye, Frank, gotta go now!" as matter-of-factly as if she were going out to pick up some groceries. I tried one last time to reclaim her, weakly appealing to her kind heart, saying, "Eni, I mean, JoAnnie, what are you doing, how could you-". She quickly cut me short, again teasing, "I have no choice, Frank. I have to go with David now and I'm gonna do everything he tells me to- everything-and I-" I interrupted, panicked, imploring her, "But why?!? Why do you feel like you have no choice?" In the most valley-girl, 'well, duh'-voice I'd ever heard out of her, she replied, "Because he's a boy and I'm, well...I'm just a girl." The girls' giggles were now almost cheers as we all watched David lead Eni-literally- out of the mall by the hand, pulling her along like a little babydoll and her "letting" him, trailing behind him subserviently. It was clear to anyone with eyes that David was in complete control and that Eni was being totally submissive to him. As I watched Eni nearly skip away with David, her high heels clicking on the hard floor, I realized I was incredibly humiliated and jealous- understandable, right?-but that I was also unbelievably turned on, to the point that my chest almost ached. The other girls flitted merrily away, offering me one last chorus of derisive giggles, obviously amused at how easy it had been for another guy to steal Eni away from me. Not knowing what else to do, I left to begin the quick trip home alone. A few minutes after I arrived, my cellphone rang with an unfamiliar number. I answered, my voice breaking a bit as I was in a delicate state. "Hello?" "Hey sissy, listen to this. Tell your ex-boyfriend what you're doing right now, Eni". My girl-um, ex-girlfriend came on the line and spoke, still affecting (it couldn't have come naturally, could it?) that ditzy-little-girl tone. "I'm up against the wall, looking straight up at my new boyfriend, and my hands are still behind my back - and now they're handcuffed there, so I couldn't move them if I wanted to...and, anyway, I don't want to, so..." Eni trailed off teasingly and I asked her how she could like being handcuffed, and she again replied like it was completely obvious, "'Cause, it makes me feel more like a girl, y'know, knowing that a boy has me locked up like that." I was starting to feel flushed as I heard David returning to the line. He told me that Eni had confessed to him on the ride to his place that she's never felt as much like a girl with me as she wants to and that the more her girlfriends had been pointing out little things they'd noticed about her that they thought indicated that she was submissive and needed a more aggressive guy to "take" her from me, the more she'd begun to fantasize about just that. Further, she had admitted to David a number of specific fetishes or scenarios that excited her greatly to imagine, including a guy telling her exactly how to dress for him and then teasing her through each delicate garment as he removed it from her body, being totally dominated while I was forced to watch "as one of her girlfriends," and a general fascination with how it would feel to have a boy "make" her go down on him (on her knees, hands still behind her, looking up) and "make" her swallow his come (something I never, ever would have thought of her). When he asked her if she thought I could "make" her do those things, David said, she just giggled like a brat. Then, suddenly, David was speaking more sternly as he suggested - strongly - that perhaps I would like to come over to his place and help to fulfill the only one of Eni's fantasies I "possibly could." I knew he meant to fuck her in front of me, though I was a bit unclear in terms of the "as one of her girlfriends" part. When I asked what was going to happen he just laughed roughly and told me to get my "fairy ass" over there quick, saying, "And bring some of your 'secret' clothes-don't try to pretend you don't know what I mean because Eni already told me she's caught you crossdressing before." I hung up the phone and went hurriedly to my room to find some of "Katie's" things (Katie is my favorite name to use when I pretend to be a girl)-a white camisole with spaghetti straps, a little flared cotton miniskirt, some white stockings, a cute pink bra & panties, and a pair of size 9 ?, 3" heels that lace up the ankles. Oh, and a shoulder-length, blonde wig I bought recently. I drove fast to David's house, my knees shaking. I didn't know why, but I was starting to obey him just like Eni was! I rang the bell with my bag of clothes in hand, and David came to the door in a pair of jeans and sneakers, his shirt already off. I was more impressed with his body than I'd like to admit and I was sure that Eni was extremely attracted to him. He directed me up the stairs to his bedroom, where I found Eni against the wall, just as she had described. The only change in her look was that her lipgloss looked a bit messed up. She looked at me only for a second, then made a point of returning her swooning gaze to David's eyes. David instructed me coldly to empty the contents of my bag on the floor. He inspected each piece of female attire for a moment, then ordered me to put it on. I had never been "all dolled up" in front of a boy before, and I was so nervous, but it was clear I had no choice, so I began dressing up for him. First I slid on the pink boyshorts and the large, matching bra, then I had to slide the thigh-highs up onto my relatively smooth legs. Next came the skirt, which I zipped into place in back, followed by the sheer cami. I laced the heels around my calves carefully, and once I straightened my wig, I was done. Eni was giggling the whole time, obviously a bit embarrassed that she had thought someone like me could be her boyfriend. David asked her what she thought of me now, and she said that she knew now for sure that she could never, ever be my girl again, and that she was "David's now". I was then instructed to sit in a wooden chair in the corner, hands folded demurely in my lap, legs crossed daintily at the ankles. I reluctantly obeyed. David walked back over to Eni, took her adorable face in his hands firmly, and began kissing her passionately. She lost her breath for a second, gasping just as his mouth met hers. As they kissed, David pressed his lean body against hers, crushing her against the wall. Eni closed her eyes as she started to get lost in his kisses, but he stopped suddenly and said, sternly, "Keep your pretty eyes open, Eni, and look up at me when I kiss you. I like to know what a girl is feeling when I play with her, and I can always tell how hot I'm getting her by what her eyes say and do." She did as David told her, opening her innocent eyes wide and locking them on his, and I swore I heard her moan slightly as he explained to her what she had to do. David reached down and caressed Eni's long legs through the material of her shimmery pink hosiery, and this seemed to drive her crazy for some reason-maybe a guy using her seemingly-innocent underthings to arouse her seemed particularly naughty to her-and she started rubbing her legs together as he made his way up her skirt, tickling the tops of her stockings and coming dangerously close to her ass and pussy. Then he moved his hands up from Eni's legs to her waist, then up her sides to her shoulders, easing the straps of her top off of her and exposing her breasts for the first time, covered only by her barely-there bra. Her lingerie was the one thing she had on that only she and her friends had gotten to see, and I winced when I beheld her bra. It was hot-pink with ruffled straps and it was so sheer as to be completely see-through. David told Eni to tell him that she wore it "just for him," and she did, "I wore this bra just for you, David." Then, remembering what she had told him earlier, he told her he was "letting her" leave it on for now and began to rub her nipples with his thumbs through the thin, silky fabric. Eni immediately started to squirm, as it must have felt wonderful to have her sensitive tits touched through her filmy, skimpy bra. Again, I heard delicate little moans start to escape her throat as he made his ministrations on her young breasts. She was struggling a bit now, asking him meekly to "stop, I can't take it, I don't-" but David told her again that she needed to remember who was in charge, and that as long as he wanted to play with her tits this way, there was nothing she could do but let him. He ordered her to say that she loved it when he played with her tits through her pretty pink bra, and she said it immediately, "I love it when you play with my tits through my pretty pink bra." Eni got very shy each time David made her say something, but it seemed like a coy act, because she seemed to get very excited every time she found herself "repeating after him." David teased her nipples this way for a good 10 or 15 minutes, alternating between kissing her (hard) and telling her what to say. He would make her say things like "I'm a cute little schoolgirl who's totally boycrazy," "I love dressing up and looking pretty just for boys," "I'm such a girlie-girl" (emphasis his AND hers), "My whole purpose in life is to flirt with boys, look cute for them and please them," "I'm a total flirt," and, of course, her default stock phrase, "My name is Eni and I'm just a girl," which was delivered each time she said it with an higher, girlier pitch than before. Eni got more and more flustered and flushed as she repeated these things, almost as if she was becoming brainwashed into accepting that they were true. Also, notably, Eni had been increasing the intensity with which she was squirming against David's pelvis as he leaned against her body. I don't think she even realized she was doing it, but he certainly did. Then, abruptly, David stopped making out with her and stood back a bit. He ordered her, dispassionately, "Get down on your knees, Eni." She was startled and said, "On-on my knees? Now? But-" David cut her off harshly and reiterated his command. "Now, Eni, get on your knees. I'm not going to ask you again." Suddenly innocent again, Eni continued to protest. "But why? What are you gonna-" Impatient with her, David placed his big hands on Eni's small shoulders and physically forced her to the ground, her weak knees buckling under his strength. "Eni, are you forgetting yourself already?" he intoned. "I know that both your girlfriends and I made it clear to you that when you go out with a boy like me that there are rules. Rules that I make and the girl follows. Understand?" "Y-yes, OK," Eni stammered. David continued, "Also, I thought you understood this part, but I guess I'll have to tell you explicitly. You are just a girl, Eni, and girls, deep down, are really nothing more than little babydolls for boys like me to play with. Now, a doll can't control what she does, right, Eni?" "No," Eni replied softly. "And a doll can't dress herself, or even choose her own outfits, right, Eni?" "No, I guess not," Eni answered, with the scantest hint of annoyance. "The answer is 'no', Eni. Say 'no, a doll can't dress herself or even choose her own outfits'". Eni begrudgingly repeated what she was told to. "A babydoll can't even talk unless she's programmed what to say, and until someone pulls her little string, and then she can only say those things, right, Eni?" "Right," she answered, more quick and bright. "So as long as you're on a date with me, you have to repeat everything I say, and you can't say anything else. Got it?" Eni was silent. She was totally obeying him-by not talking, because he hadn't "pulled her string"! David got it and let her off the hook, ordering, "say 'yes', Eni." "Yes," she nearly whispered. Satisfied, David resumed his previous actions. With Eni on her knees in front of him, David wedged one of his muscular legs against her crotch, so that it was up her little skirt and pressing against her pussy through her panties (assuming she was wearing any, which I certainly hoped she was). He then fetched her purse and started to search through it. "Tell me where your lipgloss is, slut!" he barked. "I-I don't have any with me...I bet the sissy over there has some though!" I couldn't believe she'd said such a thing! David turned to me and asked me if it was true, and I meekly produced a tube of Maybelline "wet- shine/diamond-shine" lipgloss, which he snatched from me. He walked back over to Eni and proceeded to fix her lipgloss for her, applying several thick coats until her mouth was glistening a moist, shiny pink. Eni blushed the whole time he did this, and for the third or fourth time I heard a tiny moan betray her. David caught it this time and said, "Yeah, little girl, that's right, moan for me." Eni tried to say something through the lipgloss being applied to her lips, but David asserted, "No, no. Don't talk, Eni. Just moan." Eni began moaning, ever-so-whisper-softly, as she looked up at him. "Good girl, Eni," he said, almost patronizingly, which she actually seemed to like. Then David walked over to me and ordered me brusquely to unzip his jeans. I started to argue but he smacked me across my face, shouting, "I'm not gonna tell you again, undo my fly, sissy, now!" I quickly fumbled his zipper down. He grabbed my hand and forced me to pull his hardening dick out of his boxers, then slapped me once more for good measure. Cock out, he returned his attentions to my - I mean, his girlfriend. Now it was time, David said, for Eni "to really be a good girl." He told her, flatly, to open her mouth. She bit down on her bottom lip flirtatiously but closed her mouth tight. David repeated, "Open your mouth, Eni. Now." Eni again resisted, shaking her head 'no' as she looked downcast shyly. She was apparently trying to appear empowered, to make one last stand at salvaging some vestige of autonomy, but it was going to be hard to convince this dominant bad-boy of such a thing when her pigtails were bouncing girlishly on her shoulders as she shook her head, and when girlie little moans issued from her lips whenever he gave her an order. Weary of her ineffectual attempts at resistance, David did something I'd read about in old magazines but never realized how almost sadistically sexy it was until I saw it firsthand. He reached down and pinched Eni's little button nose shut so she couldn't breathe unless she opened her mouth. Now she was stuck, but Eni could be very stubborn. She looked up at David but kept her mouth clamped shut, defying him. "Eni, it's just a matter of time," he taunted her, "you're going to have my cock in your mouth, sooner than later, so you might as well give in." Eni continued to refuse to submit to his naughty directive, but I could see she was starting to have trouble breathing. David was right; it was just a matter of time. Eni held out longer than I thought she would, and David got very annoyed. I knew he was going to up the ante in some way. As if on cue, David increased the force with which he was pinching Eni's nose, and, slightly injured, she gasped out in pain. In the nanosecond that her lips parted, David stuffed his very long, very thick penis into her reluctant mouth. His cock had been growing by the minute as he played out this little drama with Eni, which I'm sure resulted in an even more intimidatingly full mouth for her to deal with than she might have feared. David grabbed hold of Eni's hair, taking a pigtail in each hand, as he used them to help him fuck her mouth. She began to moan involuntarily around his dick. Then David started talking to her again, coaching her, talking her through her first real blowjob while simultaneously embarrassing her with his teasing words. "That's-a-girl, Eni, good job, keep sucking it, suck harder," he groaned. "Suck on it like a little girl with a big, yummy lollipop." His words quickly started to have an effect on her. She began to grind her pussy against his strong calf through her panties, her skirt flipped up over her waist. "Down your throat, Eni, take more of it. I wanna hear you gag on my cock. Moan and gag for me, Eni. Show me what a good little girl you are, deep-throat my dick. You taste my precum trickling down your throat, right, Eni? Well, there's lots more where that came from, and you're gonna take it all." When he said that, Eni began to blush a bright pink hue that made it apparent that the idea of doing that both embarrassed and excited her tremendously. She started to buck her hips a bit with every stroke of his cock into her throat, no doubt matching his rhythm with that of her pussy against his leg. David clearly got a jolt of electricity in his cock when she blushed, some combination, I guess, of the sheer warmth of the blood rushing to her cheeks while his dick was poking them and the psychological knowledge of how she must be feeling if she was blushing. Whatever it was, it was pushing David very close to the edge. David thrust his cock into Eni's throat a few more times, then he eased back as he spoke in labored breaths. "I'm gonna come now, Eni, and you're going to swallow every hot, thick, creamy drop of my come. You have no choice-you're just a girl, and that's what girls are for. It's one of the rules, Eni. Any girl that goes out with me has to drink my load." As he spoke, Eni was moaning and squealing with absolute lust. David continued, "That's right, Eni, keep moaning, you're gonna moan it all in, every drop. There's nothing you can do to stop this from happening, it's going to happen. My semen is going to be inside you, and you're gonna suck it all down like a good little comeslut. You're my little comeslut, right, Eni?" he asked urgently. He pulled out of her mouth long enough for her to answer, "Yes, David, I'm your little comeslut!" Then he reinserted his dripping cock in her wet mouth, but only about two inches or so. He spoke, like he was the teacher and she the little schoolgirl kept after class, "That's right, Eni, you're gonna take it all, but I'm not gonna let you deep-throat me and have my come slip straight down your throat. I'm gonna keep just the head of my big dick in your pretty mouth so that when I come, you really feel it filling up your mouth, sliding around your tongue, trickling down your throat as you try to stop it. You're going to be forced to totally acknowledge just what you're doing, what a bad girl you're being, and you're going to have to actively swallow it to get it out of your mouth, feel it pouring down your throat, feel it filling your tummy. Got it?!?" Eni moaned the cutest, softest, most girlish little "mm-hmm!" in assent to David lesson, and this sent him over the top. He yelled, "Now, Eni, here it comes!" and his cock opened inside her mouth, his balls beginning to empty into her. Eni, clearly embarrassed to an unprecedented degree at how submissive she was being, tried gamely to pull away as he came. But David was too quick and too strong for her, grabbing her pigtails to keep her mouth squarely on his cock and pulling them roughly to hurt her just a bit, so she would know he was in charge of her. Eni let out a muffled cry of pain while, simultaneously, she moaned like a slut as his come flooded her mouth warmly. "Swallow, Eni, swallow it all, keep swallowing, there's lots more coming, Eni, you have to make room for it, be a good girl, don't you dare miss a single drop of my load!!!" Eni kept her pretty eyes locked on David's as she gave in and obeyed completely, swallowing quickly and frequently so that she could accommodate the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth spurts he shot into her waiting mouth. When he finally was spent, David pulled his only-slightly-softening penis from between Eni's lips, tracing them with his cock like a lipstick and slapping her cheeks with it to further humiliate her. He scolded her for letting a bit of his come leak out of her mouth, and he scooped it up from her chin and her tits and force-fed it to her. She lapped it off of his large fingers and swallowed it down, hungrily and obediently. David ordered, "Say 'I'm nothing but a little comeslut and now I know what it really feels like to be a girl'." Eni, of course, reluctantly purred out the words he told her to, upon which David hoisted her up off the floor, uncuffed her hands, and made her grab hold of a pillar in the middle of his bedroom, really more of a pole. He walked over to me and demanded that I stand and turn around, and then he pulled my hands behind me and handcuffed them together in one swift motion. He dragged me over to where Eni was standing and had me stand about ten feet away. He pulled Eni's top and bra the rest of the way off of her, then went up her little skirt to slide her now-very-wet thong panties (which had an actual, working zipper down the front) down her legs, leaving Eni in just her skirt, stockings, legwarmers, socks and heels. David had her bend over so that her cute ass was pointed towards him and he came over to me, instructing me to get his fingers wet so I could help him "lube her up." He jammed his hand into my mouth, and I reluctantly, disgustedly licked and sucked on his fingers, which still bore the strong taste of his come, until he signaled for me to stop. David then stated that it wasn't going to be enough to get her ready for his huge cock, that she wasn't used to a real man after being with me and that he was going to hurt her pussy and ass (ass?). This was all obviously for show, as Eni was soaking wet between her legs, possibly from having come all over her panties as she pushed her pussy against David's leg. Nonetheless, he insisted that I "get his dick wet" directly, and suddenly I was being pushed to my knees, much as Eni had been. David positioned me so that I was in Eni's line of sight (something I really didn't want) and said "I hope you were paying close attention when your ex-girlfriend was sucking my cock, sissy-um, well, what's your real name? You need a girlie name because there's no way I'm giving you the respect of calling you Frank when your wearing a blonde wig and your legs are shaved," he taunted. "Pick a girl's name - or do you have one already?" His pitch escalated, suddenly intrigued by such a notion. I insisted nervously that I definitely did not, that I wouldn't go that far, or whatever, but Eni, no longer loyal, no longer mine betrayed my confidence, announcing, "Yes, you do! Yes, he does, David! He - she, I mean - does have a girlie name. And it's really girlie too!" "Why, thank you, Eni!" David said, "Thank you for being so honest, when your girlfriend here couldn't seem to find the courage. I guess she's just shy, right, Eni?" "Very shy," she giggled derisively, no doubt alluding to my lack of masculinity. "Well?" David asked. "What is her name, Eni?" I was so embarrassed but there wasn't much I could do to keep him from finding out now, so I steeled myself for the humiliation. "It's Katie," she gushed, "can you believe it? Is that not the sissiest, girliest little name in the whole world?!?" Eni's question was obviously rhetorical and David didn't waste time answering. Instead, he gazed down at me imperiously, held his amazing cock (which had never actually gotten soft after he ejaculated in Eni's mouth) in front of my lips, and ordered me to say 'My name is Katie and I'm just a girl'. "And you better sound like a girl when you say it!" he barked. I opened my mouth hesitantly to obey him and as I said what he told me to in the daintiest voice I could muster, he pushed his cock into my mouth, gagging me immediately. He pulled it back for a moment, giving me relief, but quickly returned to fucking my throat, seemingly getting off on making me choke on his dick. All throughout this affair, Eni had been encouraging David, and even her girlfriends, to basically treat me like a girl (that is to say, dismissively). Now, however, that she was watching me, wearing a skirt and heels, letting a guy shove his cock in my mouth, she gasped in a mix of amusement and embarrassment. She knew deep down, as I did, that I would never be able to make her feel like a girl, and that, abstractly speaking, I "might as well be a girl" myself. But this was different; this was real. I could see in her big, wide eyes that she was a bit squeamish at seeing me talk like a girl, walk in heels, obey a boy, etc., that it actually upset her a bit because I had, supposedly, been her boyfriend. But something else flashed across her eyes too, and it struck me that she seemed to be getting even more turned on now, that somehow the fact that David could make a guy-me, the guy she had been "with"-behave like a submissive girlie-girl, made her feel even that much MORE submissive to him, even more girlie by comparison. If a guy could make another guy act feminine and flirty and follow his orders, imagine what he could do to a real girl like her-absolutely anything, really, that he wanted to! David pushed his cock in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, enough to get him very wet and slick (and hard), and then he returned his attentions to Eni. She, of course, had remained in the same slutty position all the while, holding onto the pole with both hands while showing off her ass and long, nylon-encased legs for him (only for him, of course). David spread her legs further apart and Eni wobbled a bit on her high, high heels. He instructed her to arch her back more and to relax. Eni let out a deep sigh, and at the very end of her exhalation, David entered her pussy, hard. Eni caught her breath as David filled her, and she began to whimper a bit as he fucked her slowly but deeply. I knew I was to kneel there and watch him take her, so I did just that. Eni was moaning now in an almost distressed way; apparently David was so big that it hurt her, and he picked up on this. "Am I too big for you, Eni?" he teased her. "Can't you take it? I thought you were a good girl, a little plaything for boys! Remember your shirt? I know how much you 'like boys', Eni. Aren't you used to taking a big cock in your pussy? Didn't Frank fuck you like this?" Eni was silent until he asked her that. She replied, "NO! No, of course not, Frank never fucked me like this, how could he? I mean, she!" Suddenly, Eni didn't need to be told what to say; she was a little babydoll that was just spitting out all her cute, naughty phrases, one-by- one. "Katie's just a little sissy girl, and I need a bad boy like you to fuck me hard and deep and come in my mouth and make me feel like a girl! Frank never made me feel like that, that's why you made him be a little girl now! You're in charge of both of us, David, Katie and me! We're both just little girlie-girls and we both have to do whatever we're told by big, strong boys like you! David told Eni that she was right but that he hadn't told her to say those things, and so she had to be punished. He picked her up like a ragdoll and carried her to his bed, throwing her down on it. He pushed her face down into the pillow and began spanking her round ass as hard as he could. He ordered Eni to say that she was "sorry for being a bad girl and talking out of turn" each time he spanked her, until she was again speaking in the hypnotically girlish tones of an utterly powerless doll. Then David flipped her over so that she was on her back, and I could tell that she felt supersexy as he lifted her legs up over his shoulders with her thigh-highs and strappy heels still on. Leaning in so that he could look right at her intensely and kiss her when he felt like it, David resumed fucking her drenched pussy. He was clearly very excited at having such a young little hottie under his command this way, and every time he would look over at me to make sure I was watching them intently, he would increase the force with which he pounded her pussy. I had the feeling that he was getting very close to coming again and I was worried that he was going to lose it and shoot his load in Eni's pussy, which I knew, all fantasy aside, that she would not want. Those fears were soon replaced by ones of a different sort, as David pulled his cock out of her abruptly, then rose and turned to face me. His enormous, engorged cock in his hand, David grabbed my fake blonde hair (how glad I was that I'd fixed it in place with cute little clips) and tilted my head back, pushing the leaky tip of his cock against my painted mouth. He reached down and pulled my top up, searching for and finding my little nipples and teasing and pinching them through the thin, lacy bra I'd worn for him. I began to breathe heavier and lose my composure as he played with my "tits" while fucking my mouth, making me feel so much like a girl that it was almost unbearably sexy. I tried, just as Eni had, to play 'little miss innocent' and resist him, but the energy he had built up fucking my now-ex-girlfriend overwhelmed me, and, involuntarily, my lips parted. David's cock filled my mouth and he quickly wheezed out the same instructions he had given Eni-that he was going to come right on my tongue and that I was going to be forced to taste and savor his manly essence, and that, of course, I had no choice whatsoever but to swallow every ounce of his load. "You and your 'girlfriend', Eni-and you know what kind of girlfriend I mean-are gonna have a great, hot little story to pass notes in school about tomorrow, Katie," he teased me. I felt myself blush, just like a girl would. I wanted to please him and let him know that I knew he was in charge of me, that I knew that I was a girl at heart, so I started moaning demurely for him as he slid his dick in and out of my newly-feminized mouth. He told Eni to watch me as he "took her away from me forever." "You're my girl now, Eni, my doll, my toy, my plaything, my slut. You'll never be with-with- this again, and I know you won't want to. You don't even miss it, do you? You're over it already. Tell Katie that you won't miss your relationship, Eni." She looked at me with a complete lack of respect and said, again with the bratty, valley-girl tone, "Not at all, Katie. I can't even believe that you're letting a boy make you do this. He's actually gonna come in your mouth, and you're actually gonna swallow it, and you're actually wearing a skirt and lingerie and heels and makeup while you're doing it, and you're actually answering to a girl's name while you're doing it, and right in front of the girl you supposedly had-and all just because he told you to!" I managed to pull my mouth off David's cock for a second and argued, "Well, so did you! You did all those things, you let him tell you what to- " David cut me off by grabbing my head firmly and reinserting his cock in my mouth, while Eni said, bitchily, "But I'm actually a girl, you idiot! I'm supposed to act like that, and even if I wasn't, David really did make me, because he's big and strong, much stronger than me! He's a boy! But you're supposed to be a boy too, but you're letting another boy treat you that way! I guess, deep down, you really are just a girl." As she spoke those fateful words, David lost his restraint, pulling his cock back to rest on my tongue and flooding my mouth with his second orgasm of the afternoon. Instinct took over me, and, embarrassed as I was (I was blushing profusely the whole time), I began letting it pool inside in my mouth as he came, figuring it wouldn't be as copious a load as the one he'd fed to Eni. I thought David might enjoy knowing that, when he finished, my mouth was still full of his semen, and that he might further enjoy watching me swallow it all at once. He shot 2 or 3 more times, pinching my nipples hard as he did, and, though it was more than one would have thought so soon after he'd come the first time, it was indeed less plentiful than that first load. I was able to keep it all in my mouth and, when he realized it, I could see David was about to order me sternly to swallow it. Then the lightbulb went off and he figured out that I was being extra- slutty and submissive for him, and he got turned on, his miraculous dick beginning to stir yet again in my mouth. He carefully extricated it from the pool of semen, making sure I didn't spill a drop. Then he stood me up and pushed me against the wall like he had done to Eni when I first arrived. I had envied how "high-school" sexy she looked (and surely felt) being forced against the wall, hands cuffed behind her, being kissed and felt up by a cute boy like she was up against her locker at in the halls of her school-"making out," in other words. Well, I was about to find out what girls really felt when that seemingly simple act happened to them. David pressed me up against that same wall, manhandling me as he told me to make sure I kept his come in my mouth until he said otherwise. Then, as Eni watched in fascination, he began kissing me with my mouth still closed tight. His lips felt so sexy and I longed to know what his tongue would feel like, but I knew I had to be a good girl and hold his come. David kissed me bluntly like this for a few long minutes, caressing my body through my bra and stockings and going under my little mini to rub me over my panties, just as he'd done to Eni. I felt hopelessly, helplessly feminine and I knew that very soon I was going to do something life-changing. I knew that any minute now David's come was going to slide down my throat, and that I was going to really "become" a girl...and that once his semen began to fill my tummy there was going to be no going back. With my girlfriend-my ex-girlfriend, I mean, of course-watching me do something I never dreamed she would ever see (or I would ever do), David said, "OK, Katie, it's time to show Daddy what a good little girl you are. I want you to swallow my come, all of it, in one nice, big gulp. Right now. You're just a girl now, Katie. You know girls are just there to look pretty, flirt, and please boys. Do as you're told and moan it all down, 'till it's all in your tummy, nice and warm. Now, Katie. Look up at me and swallow it all, every drop." With that, David eased my head backward so that the contents of my mouth really had to slide back. I fixed my gaze dreamily on David's gorgeous eyes as I obeyed him, letting him guide my head and feeling his hot seed start to leak and drip down my throat. The tantalizingly slow flow of fluid soon became a pour, then a flood of semen gushing down into my tummy and filling it warmly as I moaned for him, being as girlie as I could. David held my short, blonde "hair" tightly until he was satisfied that I had swallowed every last bit of his come, and then he stood me up crudely, barking at me that he was done with me and that it was time to go. "I wanna have some quality time with my new girlfriend Eni, alone," he explained abruptly, and showed me to the door. Nervously, I protested, "But I-I'm still-my clothes, I need my-" David interrupted, saying, "There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing, Katie. I think you look adorable, just like a girl like you should look. Don't you agree, Eni?" The girl who I thought was mine, but who I guess I never really had, didn't bother answering her new boyfriend, affirming his words, instead, by tossing all of my "boy" clothing in a wastebasket, grabbing a lighter, and setting fire to it, as we all watched it go up in flames. The symbolism was a bit heavy-handed, but, hey, what could David expect from someone like Eni? After all, she was just a girl, and as I turned to make my way home in an outfit that felt like home, I thought to myself, "just like me."