The Fun Sack
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I was asked, via the reviews system, to continue the story, so here is
the next installment. The previous part is a long-held fantasy which I
really did believe would happen. Now, we are going beyond that into what
life would have been like if it really had happened. I'd never really
thought this far, so I'm looking forward to seeing how this turns out
too.
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[Deep male voice]: Previously on 'The Fun Sack'...
"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." 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.
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It had now been several months since I had moved into Susie and Kate's
flat in a quiet corner of the city. I had quickly come to realise that I
wouldn't be saving any money on rent: both girls expected me to use the
savings on lingerie for the three of us. I was no longer intimidated by
the racks of frilly underwear and was much more comfortable browsing
through bras and knickers in the shops, especially with a girl on each
arm. I was still thrilled at the idea that I could select anything from
the vast array of intimate apparrel and then have two willing volunteers
to try it on. Of course I might well be asked to wear it too but that was
no hardship...
Kate was by far the more conventional of the two girls: she was happy to
sleep with Susie or me, and had no real agenda beyond the pleasure of the
act itself. Susie was far more specific in what she wanted - I had to
wear feminine underwear at all times, and female outer clothes whenever
possible, and I was expected to roleplay being a girl too. Susie would
always take a masculine role, often wearing my clothes to emphasise the
fact, and would only answer to my name. I, in turn, was expected to wear
her clothes and answer to her name.
During these times, she delighted in asking me questions in which I was
forced to respond in character: the question 'Did you have a Barbie doll
when you were a little girl?' had to include 'When I was a little
girl...' in the answer. There were also a suspicious number of apparently
innocuous converstaions where I was expected to refer to myself as a
girl, feminine and so on. Kate didn't seem to have any need for such
devices but was happy to go along with them.
When we went out together, I'd tell my friends that I was taking 'my
girlfriends out for a date' while Susie and Kate had really invited me on
a 'girls' night out'. I was still able to portray the image of the stud,
but Susie and Kate were always ready to remind me with a ping of my bra
or suspender strap that this was on their terms.
As time went on, I was acclimatising to their demands to a greater and
greater extent: I had become so used to wearing a bra that I no longer
noticed its presence, and the feeling of trousers sliding against
stockings was also becoming more familiar.
In the evenings at home, the girls would encourage me to go further than
was possible in public. Recognising that Susie's pink Ball gown was a
personal favourite of mine they found me lots of long dresses under which
I could wear lots of petticoats. They also tried me, at the other
extreme, with a mini skirt delighting in my discomfiture at how exposed I
felt, even just amongst the three of us.
Their strap-on, to which I had been so suddenly introduced, became a
regular feature of our games. I would be dressed (and acting) as Susie
and she would put in under masculine trousers so that it bulged
obscenely. I was expected to take it out and lick it thoroughly, gazing
up at her, sorry 'his', face all the while. I would then use everything I
could think of to keep 'him' aroused while he plunged it into Kate's
waiting pussy. Once she was suitably aroused, Susie would allow me to use
'my strap-on' on Kate too. I think she loved the view of me, tottering on
high heels, with my dress and petticoats around my waist, thrusting away
into Kate's dripping pussy.
Susie would then make me assume Kate's position, flat on my back on the
bed, and with the help of a convenient cushion lifting me up, she would
then use the dildo on me. The lubrication from its session inside kate,
meant that it would normally go in easily. Any vestige of masculinity I
might have felt after fucking Kate would quickly evaporate as I lay there
like a girl, dress hoiked up around my waist, watching a big dildo
plunging in and out of me.
Over time, Susie had been pushing me further and further: starting from
fairly innocuous requests things but leading firmly in a direction
towards permanent femininity. She began, what I later heard her refer to
as 'Phase Two', by producing a wig of shoulder length dark hair and
asking me to wear it whenever I was at home. This seemed harmless enough
so it quickly became part of my routine. My own hair was growing too and
I quite liked the idea of having longer hair anyway. My parents, on a
rare visit, muttered darkly about 'heavy metal' influences. Luckily they
didn't notice the absence of male underwear around the flat...
I could see that a permanently feminine hairstyle would be a step too far
-the wig made a sensible alternative. Next, Susie produced some silicone
breast forms which she demanded I wore around the house too. This was
actually quite appealing: I've always been a sucker for a nice pair of
breasts and they certainly filled out my bra in a very pleasing way. Both
Susie and kate said that they much preferred me with breasts and didn't
even mind that mine were larger than theirs!
Susie supplemented this with a selection of smaller silicone 'fillers'
which were designed to increase the bra size by only one cup size. I was
expected to wear a pair of these at all times now, so my bra was always
filled to 'A' cup even when hidden under my male outer clothes. I'm sure
that nobody else would have been aware of them, but I always felt their
presence acutely. There is no doubt that this made me a lot more self-
conscious.
This reached a head when, for some misdemeanour while we were out one
day, Susie insisted I add a second set. She pulled me into an alleyway,
undid my shirt and quickly thrust a second wobbly silicon enhancer into
each of the bra cups. Even now, the breasts weren't really noticeable but
Susie's eyes had lit up as she told me she had enough in her handbag to
take me up to a 'D' cup if I 'misbehaved'.
I was now petrified of discovery and barely uttered a word as she took me
into a beauty parlour. "You're having your ears pierced!" Susie exclaimed
"And unless you want me to make your tits bigger still, you won't be
complaining!"
Susie was careful to give me a suitably-manly stud in each ear but spent
the walk back to the car talking excitedly to Kate about all of the
feminine earrings I could now ear too. I tried to tactfully rein her in a
little and was rewarded with another set of inserts added to my bra.
There was no doubt now that they were visible: the bra was underwired and
with three of the enhancers in each cup there was no hiding them. I was
mortified as I realised that there could be no other explanantion but
that I was wearing a bra. Of course I tried to complain that this
humiliation had to stop. Susie grinned wildly and said, "Woohoo! That'll
be the last set too, then!"
I was really worrieed now and tried to resist as susie started undoing my
shirt to pad out the bra even further. "If you don't stop fighting me,"
she began angrily, "I'll rip off your shirt completely and everyone in
this street will see you in your bra rather than a few seeing you head-
on." I stopped struggling and let her add the final pair of enhancers. I
now had the promised D cup bust on my otherwise male physique but was too
mortified and scared to complain any more. I scuttled back to the car
behind the girls, hunching my shoulders as much as possible to hide the
embarrassing lumps.
None of us said a word as we drove home and I didn't dare even try to
remove the padding from my bra.
We arrived back at the flat and went inside in a sullen silence. But I
was taken aback as Susie grabbed me and propelled me at high speed into
the bedroom. She flung me down onto the bed and began to kiss me roughly.
"I am sooo turned on right now!" she exclaimed. She unzipped my trousers
and pulled them down, casting a quick approving eye over my stockings,
suspenders and knickers underneath. My erection was now begining to bulge
out of the knickers and she kissed the end as she bent down to undo her
own trousers.
All thoughts of anger and frustration were forgotten as she continued to
kiss me before sinking down onto me. It felt very odd as her breasts were
pressed against my well-padded bra and (not for the first time) I wished
that I had real breasts so that I could feel hers touching mine.
I came very quickly but Susie was so turned on she was only a metter of
seconds behind me and orgasmed with a loud grunt of pleasure.
As we both slowed to a rest, Susie announced that my bad behaviour should
be punished by me wearing the French Maid's outfit and serving her and
katy that evening. We had bought the dress some months previously but
with ample opportunity to dress as a girl and no great desire to wait on
them, it hadn't been regularly worn.
I went off to the bedroom to change into the tight French maid outfit. It
had a very tight waist and so I needed a corset just to ensure I would be
able to do up the fastenings. I put the normal breast forms in as they
looked much better than lots of separate enhancers. As I levered myself
in and then put on the petticoats that thrust out the hem of the short
skirt and the highest of our high heels, I heard Susie calling out, "Maid
Susie! Come here now!"
I tottered into the sitting room and saw that Kate had changed into a
long flowing dress, while Susie had slipped into a pair of jeans. I was
ordered to disappear under kate's skirt and lick her to orgasm as she had
missed out. I lifted Kate's skirt and slip and lowered my face between
her thighs. Her musky aroma was strong, but not unpleasant, and I got to
work. Kate took much longer to reach her orgasm but eventually she too
was writhing and shuddering with pleasure.
As I eventually emerged from under Kate's dress, my face covered in her
juices, Susie told me that she believed that wearing girl's underwear
alone was no longer good enough. "From now on," she began, "I think we'll
need you to be feminine all the time."
"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.
"Well no girl would be embarrassed by her own breasts in public, yet you
were," she replied.
"That's a bit different..." I began to retort, but was interrupted.
"No it's not different!" Susie answered. "We want you to be a girl and
can't have you picking and choosing when you'll be one. I'm happy to be a
boy all the time, and I want you to be happy to be a girl!"
I decided it wasn't going to be worth the effort to point out that acting
and dressing as a boy was much easier for her than for me to act and
dress as a girl.
"So what are you asking me to do?" I asked.
"I want you to be proud to be a girl," she replied. "Proud to wear a
dress in public and not ashamed of your femininity. Like you were when we
first met."
I tried to explain that I had only dressed as a girl on our first meeting
after a great deal of others had already done so: it was totally
different to crossdress in front of the whole world, especially when
sober!
"Maybe this will help you decide." Susie suddenly leapt over to the other
side of the room and dug around in a drawer. When she returned, she
kneeled down in front of me and held open a little jewellery box
containing a ring.
"Will you marry me?" she asked.
"As the groom?" I asked.
"Don't be silly!" Susie countered. "I've *always* been the guy in our
relationship and that's why you'll be the bride. I mean, take a look at
us! I'm sat here in jeans and a T shirt while you're dressed in a frilly
French Maid's dress and a corset!"
"I'll have to think about it," I answered. "Who knows what you'll be
asking me to cut off if I agreed?"
"Is that all that's worrying you, silly girl?" Susie answered.
"Obviously, you'll need proper breasts so that we don't get a repeat of
today's little problem when we are out and about, and I'll want you to
start using more makeup and doing your nails. But I'll always want to
keep the little fella down below."
"And what about Kate?" I asked.
"Well Kate and I have been together for years. She'll be your maid of
honour and stay with us afterwards, right Kate?"
"Sure!" answered Kate. "I'd love to be your maid of honour!"
I debated it internally all night long. Was I prepared to go full-time as
a girl, get married as a woman and live as part of a female threesome for
evermore? Would I want my kids to have three mothers and no father, or
worse, for Susie to be the father figure instead of me?
Eventually my libido answerd these questions for me. I still loved
dressing and might never meet another woman who would allow me to indulge
myself that way. Susie was asking me to go further than I felt
comfortable with right now, but no further than I had fantasised about
many times before.
I woke Susie the next morning with a gentle caress and said simply
"YES!".
What had I let myself in for?
(Please submit your ideas via reviews and I'll work as many of them as I
can into part 3)
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