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This story represents my oldest fantasy, rendered more powerful by the fact that I thought it would actually happen. In the end, with not a thought for all those frustrated transvestites, the Fun Sack idea was dropped without notice. This represents what I hoped would have happened... For those of you who live outside England, you may want to do a search- and-replace: dinner jacket=tuxedo; suspenders=garter belt; knickers=panties ************************************************************************* I was in my second year at University - still a sexually inexperienced and naive teenager - but with plenty of fantasies, an unlimited libido and, with hindsight, at the highest peak of physical fitness I would ever achieve. Every summer the University Students' Union would host a Midsummer Ball giving the girls a chance to change out of their grungy jeans and into gorgeous gowns. The boys were expected to make a similar transformation by producing a dinner-jacket and bow tie. The Students' Union always provided a variety of entertainments in the form of disco, live bands and funfair rides and always opportunities for the uninhibited to remove as much clothing as possible. This year was no exception: the noticeboard announced an amazing array of entertainments and everyone was rushing around discussing how much fun would be had with the fairground rides. I was transfixed by a smaller announcement: "The Fun Sack - you go in with a partner into the sack and have five minutes to change clothes before coming out and showing us all what you are wearing!" I remember my jaw dropping as I considered what this would mean; all those gorgeous girls dressed to impress in the prettiest dresses, with presumably their sexiest underwear underneath, and they would be looking for a boy who would volunteer to watch her strip it all off and then ask him to put it on, still warm from her body. Even knowing that this would happen in a dark sack and I wouldn't see much, it was still an immense thrill just to consider the possibilities. I signed up for tickets straight away and waited with impatience for the day to come around. Finally, it arrived. I had rented a dinner jacket and looked, even to my own insecure and critical eye, pretty good. I walked from my shared house to a green in the centre of the city where buses had been provided to take us all to an old manor house outside the city where the Ball would be held. As I arrived there was already a large group of people waiting and I began to cast my eye over the crowd. I was always looking at the girls trying to find the pretty ones with whom I might have a chance to get to know better, but know with the added excitement of which one might ask me to wear her dress later. Before I could get very far with this train of thought, the buses arrived and we all piled on. The remnamts of school bus memories were clearly alive and well as everybody charged towards the seats at the back. I ended up on the top deck at the back close to a crowd of the more boisterous single girls who I hoped would egg eachother on to drink too much. The buses didn't take long to arrive at the party and we got off to see a long line of glamorously dressed students snaking into the hall. As we entered we could hear the thumping bass of one of the live bands in a barn off to the side but I was heading to the bar to grab a drink and help lose a few inhibitions. I found some friends at the bar and ended up staying with them for longer than I planned. Realising that if this carried on I would miss out on my plans, I excused myself for a bathroom break and wandered off down one of the corridors. This was a long, wide corridor but very dimly lit. Each window was in an alcove and most of these already had a couple in them, taking advantage of the gloom to explore eachother further than was possible in the more brightly lit areas. A smaller room opposite the toilets contained a small bar and, I saw with mounting excitement, the Fun Sack! As I looked in the door, I saw a couple emerge: a victorious looking girl in an overly large half-buttoned shirt and trousers which hid her feet completely, followed by a blushing boy in a green ballgown. As he staggered to his feet I saw he had somehow squashed his feet into her high heeled shoes and was even wearing stockings! He tried to walk nonchalantly to the bar, and tripped, sending his dress skywards and revealing he had even dressed in his partner's lace knickers. He received a derisory cheer as he staggered to his feet again and ordered a pint of beer from the bar. His partner, clearly enjoying every moment, said "A pint of beer? That's not very lady-like is it?" "So what should I have then?" he asked her. "A glass of wine, I think," she replied. "And I'll have the beer!" While this was going on, another couple emerged from the sack. This time, the boy was finding his dress much shorter and kept trying to pull the hem down to hide his stocking tops. His partner, again clearly loving every moment of his huniliation announced loudly, "That corset was killing me! How are you finding it honey?" He reddened enormously and muttered something about changing back, but she was having none of it. "I'm going for a dance in the barn. I'll change back if you will come and dance with me first," she grinned. Realising he had no option he began to follow her along the corridor. His newly aquired court shoes tapped as he walked and his blushes were almost lighting the whole corridor! I walked over to the bar as discreetly as I could and ordered a drink. I watched as, over the course of half an hour, several more couples entered the sack, it lurched from side to side as they undressed in its' sweaty confines, before emerging to a cheer. I realised that the guys coming out were increasingly less embarrassed and wondered if this was down to alcohol or just not caring. It seemed that by this stage there were sufficient cross-dressed couples that it had ceased to be so remarkable and the reaction was no longer one of sock and laughter: just 'oh there's another one'. I was wondering if I would ever work up the courage to ask someone into the Sack with me, when the problem was abruptly solved for me. Two girls standing behind me had been chatting together and I had begun half- listening to their conversation. "So, would you go in the Fun Sack then, Kate?" asked the first, a very tall willowy blonde in a pink full length gown. Kate mused on this for a while before answering, "Maybe, but it would have to be a bloke who wouldn't rip my dress, Susie. This cost a fortune!" I tried to turn around casually and looked her over. The dress was blue and very tight fitting but certainly didn't look that special. Susie then spoke again, "I'd love to do it, but at my height there aren't any blokes who are the right size. It would be a right laugh to make a guy wear this, though." Hhe grabbed the hem as she spoke, revealing a froth of petticoats. I guess they must have realised I was eavesdropping as Kate turned towards her friend and said, "What about this bloke then?" and pointed straight at me. "he's the right height and he's skinny enough to fit it too." "Huh?" I said, with my usual sparkling wit and repartee. "Would you go in the Fun Sack with Sue here?" Kate enquired of me. "Oh, yes, go on!" Sue said, her eyes lighting up. "I'm not sure..." I began. "I don't want to look ridiculous." "Shame," began Kate. "We'll have to find somebody else..." Trying hard to keep my cool, I said, "I'm not saying I won't do it, but what would I get out of it?" I thought to myself 'apart from the thrill of my life?'. The two girls huddled together and whispered for a moment. "How about if we agreed to take you home with us after the Ball?" asked Kate. "We share a house, and a bed, and wouldn't mind another girl in with us. Would you be that girl?" I would have loved to have seen my face at that moment: trying to make it sound like it was a difficult decision, I paused before finally answering, "Well, OK." "Yes!" exclaimed Susie, punching the air. "Come on then!" She grabbed my arm and half dragged me across the room towards the Sack. There was a couple in there so we had to wait. Susie looked up at me and winked. "You're looking forward to this, aren't you?" she whispered. "No!" I answered. "Then what's this lump here?" she asked, running a hand down my chest and onto my crotch. "Is this because you'll see me undressing or because you want to wear my dress?" "Don't be silly," I began. "Hold on a sec," she said. "I felt that twitch just then! It IS about the dress isn't it?" I could feel myself reddening, and she took my hand in hers, but kept her other hand on my straining erection. "In a few minutes' time," she whispered, "I'll be asking you to undo this dress before asking you to put it on. Does that excite you?" I nodded almost imperceptibly. "And underneath it, you'll be wearing my bra and my knickers and my stockings. You'll feel the tug of the stockings against your suspenders and you'll certainly be able to feel the damp patch in the knickers because I'm getting so excited about this!" Her eyes lit up as she watched the reaction on my face and felt the stiffening below. We were dragged back from this reverie by an announcement from one of the organisers, "Come on you two! The Sack's free now!" Sure enough, another couple had emerged and everyone was waiting for us. Susie held open the entrance to the giant sack and gestured to me, "After you! ladies first!" I ducked my head and climbed inside. The air inside was hot and smelt of sweat. Under any other cicumstances it would have been very unpleasant and claustrophobic but those thoughts were dismissed as Susie climbed in behind me. A muffled voice announced, "Your five minutes start... NOW!" Susie brushed up close against me and said, "Let's get going. Can you undo the zip for me?" I reached behind her and found the zip of her dress. I lowered it, watching from what little light penetrated the sack to see underneath. I could just make out, in the dim half-light, her bra strap and as my hand brushed across it she said "Come on then! Undo it!" I unhooked it with difficulty and pushed the straps round to the front. At the same time she shrugged her dress down her body and I found myself cupping her breasts through the bra. It was lightly padded, but I could feel the hard points of her nipples through the material as it came away in my hands. She had not wasted any time in pulling off my jacket and undoing my shirt so now we were both naked from the waist up. "where have you put the bra?" she asked. "Then realsing I was still holding it," she whispered, "bet you can't wait until that bra is tight around YOUR chest?" She giggled as she slid my unresisting hands into the shoulder straps and up my arms. She reached around me to do up the clips and as she did so, her breasts pressed against me and I could again feel those hard nipples. The bra was a little too small for me so it was quite tight, but the sensation was not at all unpleasant. "It's a relief to be out of that!" she exclaimed. "I hope you don't mind wearing my hot, sweaty bra." She slid her hands from the bra down my body and I felt her fingers fumble to undo my trousers. "Comne on!" she said. "You better unhook my stockings and suspenders before we run out of time." I felt her slide my trousers and underpants down my legs while I fumbled with the unfamiliar clips, all the while breathing in a musky aroma which I realised was coming from between her thighs. She pulled off my shoes, socks, trousers and underpants in one swift movement while she stepped out of the dress. She moved me around so that I was standing in the middle of the pile her dress made and then she asked me to lift each foot in turn. She then gently slid her stockings up my legs, the gentle caressi of which was making me feel more and mor excited. Then I felt her hands go around my waist in the hot darkness as she attached the suspender belt. Her hands went to attach the clips and brushed against my erection. "Once we're out of here, I'll do something about that!" she promised, and gave the end a kiss that almost made me explode on the spot. She left me to put on the knickers while she fumbled with putting on my trousers and underwear. I drew them up my legs, marvelling at their silky softness and as I pulled them into place, felt the stored heat from her body and a dampness that betrayed how much she was enjoying this too. "Petticoats next!" she said as she pulled a mass of frills and fabric up my legs and I felt them settle into a large mass around my waist. "Would you mind doing up my shirt?" she asked. "The buttons are on the wrong side for me." I was delighted to volunteer as it gave me a wonderful opportunity to feel her large unencumbered breasts again as they sat loose behind the thin material. She then reached down and began to slide the dress up my body. As it slid into place and my arms went into the sleeves she took the opportunity to caress me again and lightly kissed me on the lips. I felt her draw the zip up my back as the dress tightened against me as she whsipered, "You're stuck in that dress now until someone undoes your zip!" I gasped in fear and began to panic but it was too late. I was suddenly blinded by bright lights as I was pulled out of the Fun Sack... As my eyes began to adjust, I realised that Susie had managed to pull on all of my clothes except for the bow tie, which was undone around her neck. I looked down and saw the full length pink dress that had previously adorned her lovely body. There was a pair of bumps where the bra's padding pushed out the tightly stretched material before the dress abruptly flared out at the waist from the petticoats underneath. I looked back at Susie and saw she was grinning excitedly. She was almost jumping up and down with excitement and her breats were clearly visible through the shirt. "What about shoes?" someone yelled. "Here you go!" said a girl and threw Susie's high heels towards me. I sat down and tried to hold the mass of petticoats out of the way so that I could see my feet. "He's in her knickers and stockings too!" laughed a voice and I relaised that a large part of the crowd were looking up my dress. Someone took pity on me and deftly fitted my feet into the shoes, squashing them painfully into the strappy sandals. I saw that they had a four inch heel and worried about whether I would be able to walk. Meanwhile Susie had pulled on my shoes and helped me up. "She's with me!" she exclaimed as I was pulled into a standing position. Just this small movement set off a rustling within the petticoats and I realised I would not be able to forget their presence. "Don't forget your handbag," said Susie as she slipped it over my shoulder. "No girl will be sen without her handbag!" Still a little stunned, I meekly followed her into the corridor and allowed her to drag me into one of the dark alcoves. "She leaned in close to me and said, "This is my greatest fantasy! To be the guy escorting my girlfriend to a ball. How do you like being the girl?" Before I could answer, she leaned forward to kiss me but as soon as her lips touched mine, she stopped. I began to speak but she shushed me and reached into the handbag that was now over my shoulder. "You need a bit of lipstick, honey," she said. "I like my girls to be cute and feminine, and that means lipstick!" Before I could protest I felt the cold lipstick against my lips. "Pucker up girl!" she said and I nervously complied. I think she could feel my nervousness, as she said kindly, "Don't worry. I am sooo turned on right now and the further you let me go, the hotter I get!". I let her put the lipstick on and slipped the little holder back into the handbag. I glanced down into the bag and was taken aback as Sue roughly grabbed me and began to kiss me hard on the lips. "You are such a pretty girl," she muttered as she stopped for breath. "I love your pretty ballgown. Is your underwear as pretty too?" As she spoke, she ran her hand up my leg. I felt the gossamer touch of her hand as it rose up my stockings, momentarily 'pinged' a suspender strap and then dived into my knickers. Her hand enveloped my erection and she whispered, "Your knickers are sopping, girl! You must be desperate for a hot guy like me to take you. Are you ready?" "Before I do this," she began, "you won't forget you're a girl, will you? Remember that you are Susie now!" "I won't forget!" I responded as she squeezed my erection. She deftly hoisted up my skirts and petticoats and moved in closer. I was grateful for the gollm of the corridor as nobody could see more than two dark indistinct shapes unless they came close. Susie had lowered the trousers and underpants around her ankles and she stepped out of them before moving in close. She briefly placed my hand between her thighs and my fingers slipped easily inside her: she was literally dripping with excitement. "Can you feel my big hard erection?" she asked as I probed her and she began to moan. "I can feel you pussy waiting for me," as her hands rubbed my straining member again. She moved in closer, and with a lurch, she sat down onto my lap and my hot hard erection was plunged inside her. "Can you feel my big cock in your pussy?" she asked. "You are such a naughty girl, Susie!" We both began to grind against eachother and tried to hold back as she began to move faster and faster. I realised I was on the verge of cumming but there was no slowing down. She was grinding up and down against me, her breath coming in gasps. "Oh, Susie, I want you to be my girl for ever! Will you be my girl always?" I was still desperately trying to hold back as I responded, "Oh yes! I'll be your girl." Suddenly she shook and I realised she was having an orgasm of enormous proportions. This was the final straw and I quickly followed. She continued to gasp as we slowed to a halt before announcing breathlessly, "It was you telling me that you'd be my girl that did it!" Susie kissed me again as we sat, my member still deep inside her, or rather, as she would say, her cock was deep inside me. As our breathing settled down she shifted up and I could feel the hot sticky cum that had collected around the base of my cock. "Can you feel my cum dripping out of your pussy?" Susie asked, and pulled a sanitary towel out of the handback and into my knickers. "That should help you, girl!" she exclaimed. "I'd hate to be a girl like you." She stood up and gradually dressed. I stood up too, magically fully presentable as the petticoats and dress fell back into place. She took me by the hand and led me along the corridor to the barn where the live band was playing. I struggled to keep up in the unfamiliar high heeled shoes but she just said, "You girls! Always wearing impractical footwear!" I was relieved that when we arrived in the brightly lit barn I wasn't the only cross-dressd guy there, and with such a pretty girl to dance with, nobody was going to say I'd made a poor decison. I began to relax a little as I relaised that my appearance wasn't getting more than a cursory glance from the crowded room, and as Susie pulled me in tight for a slow dance and whispered in my ear, "I think that dress looks much prettier on you than it does on me." The evening wore on and those beers finally made themselves known. "I need to make a little visit," I said to her, only to get the reply, "Need to visit the little girls' room do we?" I headed off down the corridor, back past the alcoves, towards the toilets. I wandered automatically towards the men's room past a long queue outside the ladies'. "Hey!" shouted a couple of the girls in the queue. "Get in the queue behind us: that room's not for you!". "Give it a rest!" I replied. "You know I'm a guy." "Look at the picture on the door!" she responded. "Trousers go in that door, dresses go in this one!" As she spoke a blushing guy in a dress emerged. He looked at me and said quickly, "Don't bother trying, mate. They won't let you out of queuing like a girl as long as you're dressed like one. I tried too!" Grudgingly I took my place in the girls' queue. I could hear muted whispering before the girl in front turned to me, gazed at me for a moment and then turned to her friends. They all burst out laughing. "What's the joke?" I asked. "You're taking it further than most!" she replied. "Most of the guys here don't bother with lipstick..." I could feel my face redden. I'd forgotten about the lipstick! I prayed that the ground would open and swallow me up, but instead I was forced to endure the knowing glances from the girls ahead of me in the queue. Eventually I made it inside and rushed into the protection of a cubicle. But before I could slide the lock, the door burst open and the same mouthy girl pushed in. "You'll need some help with all of those petticoats," she announced. Before I could say anything, she lifted them up, pulled down my knickers and pushed me down onto the seat. "Wait a minute!" she exclaimed, looking at the knickers. She turned and said, "Hey girls, this one really wants to be a girl! She's even got a sanitary towel in her knickers!" The room erupted into laughter as I desperately tried to finish and get out of there. As I stood up and flushed, the girls gathered round. "If it's her time-of-the-month, we owe it to her to show her a better option than towels!" yelled a big dark-haired girl I recognised from the women's rugby team. I was herded back into the cubicle as they went over to a vending machine on the wall. They returned triumphantly holding a tampon. I struggled to get free but there was no way I could get past them all. The biggest of them said, "There's an easy way to do this and a hard way. We ARE going to do this and it will be easier on you if you don't struggle..." Realsiing I had no choice I only made token resistance as they spun me round, raised the dress and petticoats again and pulled down the knickers. I felt the little tube against my anus and tried to struggle again. This turned out just to help them, and, with a gasp, I felt it uncomfortably slide inside me. They withdrew the outer card and, for the first time, I felt the bizarre sensation of fullness from it and a tickling from the little string hanging out of me. She gave it a little tug and I winced. "Now you're getting a better idea of what it's like to be a girl!" she said gloatingly. I was pulled upright and wheeled over to the sinks. There, four of them held my arms while a fifth girl pulled out a variety of makeup and began to apply it to my face. Suddenly I realised that the girls holding my arms had been paiting my fingernails a pale pink that matched my dress. They held me tightly fgor several minutes, holding my fingers under the dryers until the paint was dry, at which point I was released. I dived out of the room, nearly falling over in the unfamiliar shoes, and heard a cheer and laughter from the girls' room. I gingerly walked along the corridor back towards Susie, constantly aware of the uncomfortable tampon. I found her, eventually, dancing with Kate who seemed delighted to be led by a 'guy'. I went over and heard both of them gasp as they saw me. "What happened to you?" Susie asked. "You were gone for ages!" "It looks like she wanted to touch up her makeup!" laughed kate, but the laughter tailed off as she saw I had tears in my eyes. More kindly, Susie asked me again, "What happened to you?" Tearfully, I explained how I had been forced into the girls' queue and the indignities they had subjected me to. "Are you wearing a tampon right now?" asked susie, a little breathlessly. "Yes. I had no choice," I replied. "I'm sure it must have been awful for you," she began, "but the idea is driving me wild! Let me see!" She dragged my hand and led me outside and into a quiet corner between two buildings. She put her hand up under my skirts and once again I felt her caress my erection. Then she reached further back and I felt a gentle tug on the little string. Kate had followed us out and to my surprise kissed Susie and then me. Her hand then slid under my dress too and she did the same. She looked at Susie and said, "We HAVE to take this one home with us. She is PERFECT!" Together, they pulled out the tampon, which had now swelled uncomfortably, and I sighed with relief. "Don't sigh too soon honey," Kate said. "We'll be putting bigger things up there, now we know you can take it!" I remember being very scared by this comment, but their hands had both moved around to my erection and were gently rubbing it in a way that made everything else drift out of my mind. As if to clinch it, Kate slipped her head under my petticoats and I felt her lips envelop my hot hardness. She began to slide her mouth up and down, while Susie had stood up and pulled in tight so her breasts were touching me, was kissing me. I reached out, and put my hands into Susie's shirt and gently caressed her lovely breasts. She in turn ran her hands over my chest and whispered, "I can feel your bra through your dress. Woudn't you love to have breasts like mine to fill your bra cups?" "Oh yes!" I responded, not entirely sure whether this was in response to Kate's attentions under the dress, or to Susie's question. As I realsied I was approaching orgasm again, I again felt something press against my anus. I didn't want to stop kissing Susie, and I certainly didn't want kate's lips to stop moving up and down my cock so I didn't really try to resist this time. The pressure intensified, but was so much more gentle this time that there was no discomfort. I felt something slide inside just as I exploded into kate's waiting mouth. She emerged from under my skirts a few minutes' later having swallowed it all. She whispered to Susie, but load enough for me to hear, "She's taken it all!" I was going to ask what she was referring to when I realised that the orgasm had distracted me. I felt really tightly stretched as Susie reached down and with a 'pop' pulled out a frighteningly realistic dildo from my behind. "You took it all!" Kate said admiringly. I looked at it in more detail and saw it was a big dildo - bigger than my cock - with realistic veins and balls and had a series of straps. Answering my unasked question, Kate explained that they strapped it onto eachother so that they could take it in turns to be the guy when they made love. "But you can take it too!" she said again. "When we both want to be the guy, you can be the girl!" At the end of the evening, as promised, the two girls invited me to come back with them. I accepted saying, "It's the only way I'll get my dinner jacket back!" On the bus, there were very few guys still in dresses, and those that were had given up on shoes. They sat, legs wide apart, with cans of beer. Susie and kate insisted I sat up straight, with my shoulders back to emphasise the padding in the bra, and with my legs together. When we arrived back in the city, I followed them to their flat. I was grateful it was very late and there were so few people about as I was once again in a posiiton to stand out from the crowd, especially now I had pink- painted fingernails, lipstick, eyeshadow and the rest. The girls went into their bedroom and they both helped me unzip the dress and petticoats before undressing themselves. They insisted I kept the lingerie on and in return for which, kate kept on hers, and Susie found a set that matched 'mine'. "You could have us both as your girlfriends if you wanted," Susie whispered, "as long as you'll play our games when we are at home." "What sort of games?" I asked. "Well, in our games, sometimes Kate is the guy, sometimes I am. Whoever is being the guy wears the strap-on and gets to fuck the girls. We'll expect you to be a girl most of the time - so you'll get fucked too - but as you have a built-in strap-on we'll use that too. As you've seen with Susie, though, she likes to pretend she's the guy even if you're the one inside her." How could I refuse? I spent the rest of my time at university with two gorgeous girlfriends. My friends were envious as I had one sitting on each knee at the bar, and they would take it in turns to kiss me. I looked like such a stud and they were happy to let the illusion run. But if I started to get too assertive, one of them would reach round to my back and secretly ping my bra strap as a reminder of who was really in charge. I was under strict instructions that our relationship would end the day I stopped wearing lingerie, so every day, I would let them pick out a pretty bra and knicker set for me, normally with stockings. I'd then put on my male outer clothes and face the world as a stud who was so great that he could have two gorgeous girlfriends at once. If only they knew that the price was that I had to pay was to be a submissive girl for them at home! Susie in particular delighted in being the guy and would ask me to answer to her name, wear her clothes, her makeup, and have a time-of-the-month when she did. Kate was happy to fuck and be fucked, however I was dressed, but Susie's restrictions meant I was always dressed as a girl if I was home. It didn't seem to be too high a price: I had always loved wearing girls' clothes after all, and the only potential problem I could see for the future was Susie's increasingly frequent comments about marriage... I was a little doubtful about facing the world as 'Susie' in a wedding gown and her as my groom: still, I'd cross that bridge if I had to...