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Ballet Troupe
This is a tale of a group of kids, 18-23 yrs of age that formed a bond
based on love.
There they were, all crowded together on the bus....sitting so close to
each other and giggling and playing as if they were all alone.
I ride this bus daily to get to my job. I live in a major city and have
no need for my own car. My name is David. I am 28 and still a virgin.
Sure you can laugh, but I never was attracted to anyone enough to want to
have sex. I had a great childhood and at times wished I was a teen again.
I especially enjoyed fooling around with my buddies after school and on
weekends. We would wrestle and tease each other and just act like normal
teenagers messing around. Of course I had a slight problem. I would get
seriously aroused by this play. I think my buds noticed once but they
never seemed to mind. Oh well. This is out of my control. I don't choose
when to get aroused!
Sitting on the bus every day I couldn't help but stare at the kids over
there. There was something attracting my attention as never before. Was
it their beauty? Perhaps. They all seem very beautiful. Was it their
playfulness? Hmm. That did seem attractive. Or was it their innocent
eroticism. They would touch each other, smile at each other and giggle
like school girls! But these were GUYS! They were boys between the ages
of 18 and 23! Yet they acted like, what did they act like? Angels? I
couldn't put my finger on it but they weren't your typical young men!
Were they effeminate? A few were. But that wasn't it.
So each day, on the way to work, I would look forward to getting on the
bus to see these boys. I would sit near the back so I could watch them
without attracting attention. I even smiled a few times as I saw certain
antics that made me more curious about them. Like when one of them, a
dark haired older boy, I later found out his name was Jared, placed his
arm around one of the younger guys and whispered in his ear. They both
looked over at me and giggled. The younger boy would turn beet red. I
wished I knew what he had said. Little did I know at that time.
Once, one of the younger guys got up and I swore I saw his crotch very
hard and stiff. I stared and found myself with my mouth open. Then he
went over to one of the other guys and sat on his lap. They all burst out
in laughter and joy. I was overwhelmed with desire to join them. But....
I knew better. I came to call them ... my little troupe.
Months went by and I never missed the chance to watch these boys as they
played with each other so innocently.
Until, one day, three guys that seemed to know my little troupe, got on
the bus and began harassing my boys. I watched as they snickered at them
and started calling them names. "Hey SISSIES! How's the ballet class? How
do you all decide who wears the TUTUS? You all are such FAGS!"
I got angry! How can anyone be so cruel when these kids are just being
kids? The troupe seemed to group closer together. They seemed to hold
each other and were protective of each other.
The three guys got off the bus laughing and pointing at the troupe.
I saw this affected the kids and finally got up the nerve to go up to
them and tell them I was angry at how they were being treated. They
deserved to be happy and shouldn't let some knuckleheads bother them.
The oldest of the troupe looked over at me and whispered to his younger
friend. They both blushed and giggled. Again... I wondered, what did he
say?
I was curious enough now to ask them what they were whispering. The
oldest, introduced himself to me. His name is Jared. He told me they had
noticed that I appeared to take pleasure from their close relationship.
That they all wondered why I never said anything before today. I
explained that I had no reason to. I did in fact enjoy watching their
innocent playfulness with each other but as I was older, wouldn't want to
appear as weird or perverted. But when those three kids started to harass
them I felt that was wrong. And wanted to protect them from losing their
playful spirit.
Jared looked at his friends and winked at them. He then invited me to
join them for the day. I said I had to work. I thanked them but couldn't
just take off. They giggled and said I will soon. I wondered about that.
I suffered many restless nights wondering what would happen if I did join
those kids one day. I was waking up at night with my sheets all wet! You
know what that is! But I didn't want to admit my attraction. So off I
would go to work... board the bus, and go to work. Of course I now sat a
little closer to my troupe and even engaged in some discussion.
Until a few months later, the three jerks boarded the bus. They began
their harassment and I had had enough. I got up and told them to mind
their own business and leave these kids alone. They grumbled and told the
troupe they would see them later!
Well, I decided to take that day off. I would join the troupe and stay
with them to watch out for them. The three jerks better not mess with
them today!
As we got off the bus together, Jared came up to me and held my hand. I
blushed at that. I thought it was odd and yet I felt compelled to hold
tightly on to his warm hand. As we walked he seemed to squeeze my hand a
bit every now and then and I returned the pleasure. Something was
happening to me. I was becoming less confidant. I was feeling good
allowing Jared to be the 'man'! My mind was emptying of thoughts. I
seemed to be acting as a blushing bride! What was going on? But, while I
had doubts, I also enjoyed the feelings inside me. My stomach was anxious
to play this out.
As we approached a huge non descript building I wondered where we were
going? Jared whispered into my ear that this was his building and he had
a firm rule.
"All who enter this building must abide by the house rules. Are you
game?" he asked me.
"SURE," was all I could mutter.
The main room was a ballet studio! Mirrors on all the walls and handbars
along the sides.
Jared told me that they were all ballet dancers and that they had formed
this group to allow them to dance and be who they really were. He
explained to me that their parents had criticized them when they were
younger because they enjoyed ballet. Most of the kid's Fathers had
disowned them. Calling them "sissies, fags" and worse names. All because
they enjoyed the gracefulness of expression that ballet allowed them. Yes
they wore tights. And yes, after awhile they had begun touching each
other and had explored the sensuality of their bodies against each other.
They had become a team. They now all lived together as Jared had
inherited a huge fortune and could afford anything he wanted. But he
seemed to enjoy taking his troupe out in public. He enjoyed the public
display of eroticism and seduction. He enjoyed the subtle humiliation
they all endured as fem bois! He capitalized on it.
I was a stranger to their world. I felt ashamed that I had intruded upon
them. I told Jared that I would leave if they felt I was in their way.
But Inside I loved seeing them together. Playing, dancing, spinning and
lifting each other as young lovers.
Jared smiled at me and asked, "You would love to join us, right. You
really are a fem sissy boy, aren't you? You always wanted to play with
us. Now you will. But you have to agree."
I just stood there, mesmerized. "I can't dance, I have no ability and I
am not graceful" I explained. "you all are so beautiful and there is
something so erotic about how you all interact. I don't fit in. But....
Yes.. I .... am.... In .... love..... With .... Love. I do want to become
one of you, P L E A S E."
At that Jared said that he could train me. All at once, all the troupe
surrounded me and began removing my clothing. I was helpless to resist.
Partly due to my raging hard on, and partly due to just wanting to let
go. As I was stripped naked I began to cry. I don't even know why ... it
just happened. I had all these boys grabbing at me and tickling me and
making me feel like I was one of them. I only knew I wanted them not to
stop.
Jared held his hand up, and they all just moved around me. He then said I
would need some clothes to know how it feels to be a pretty ballerina. I
just laid there in the middle of the troupe. One by one they each came up
to me and dressed me. First with panties, then with a gaff, a full body
tight, followed by a tutu and the slippers. I was even made to wear a
princess tiara. I felt strange. Soft yet strange. As I got up I heard the
swishing of the tutu. They all laughed and came up to me. Hugging and
holding me and making me feel so warm and wanted. They each complimented
my look. At first I thought they were kidding, but with time I began
feeling pretty. I even began moving my hips as I walked. I liked the feel
of the tights on me. And when Jared came up to me and held me in his arms
I felt like I was his girl. I seemed to be melting in his arms. He was so
strong and I was wearing a tutu and panties. My mind was reeling. Then he
called all the boys over and announced that I was now in their troupe!
And that they all should welcome me with hugs and kisses. I responded
with affection for all the boys. And came to understand that my role here
was to look after these boys and make certain their innocence remained. I
promised each of them I would protect them. But I also loved the
sensuality that we all displayed. I was in Heaven.
Months went by, and I was now part of the troupe. I had quit my job and
lived with them. I sat on the bus with them and joined in as we played
with each other. Oh and just so you know, I began wearing my tights and
panties all the time. I even had a pair of dance shorts in yellow, pink,
red and black. I wore them everyday in public. With time I had learned to
become so so graceful in my movements. Some may call it effeminate, but
we call it graceful. I was so happy as a sissy. I had become what I was.
And then it happened. The three jerks boarded the bus that day. But
today, they decided to take their harassment to a new level. They
followed us off the bus that day all the way to our building. Just before
they were let in, Jared explained the rules to them. They laughed and
said sure... they always wanted to see the sissies prance around. One of
the guys even asked if we all were cocksuckers? I was fuming! How could
they turn this into such a crude act! Jared held me back and said to them
that if they behaved they may get what they want. But they had to behave!
The jerks agreed.
Before you knew it... the troupe was engaged in the innocent loving play
with each other. Touching, caressing, rubbing against each other and
dancing. Oh yes .. we all were in a dance. It was hypnotic! Boys at play
with each other.
The three guys were entranced and it was obvious that they sported
erections as they watched the dance before them. It didn't take long for
one of them to get up and begin swaying to the music. His friend looked
at him and punched him in the arm. That didn't change anything. And soon,
all three were up and swaying. Desire in their eyes. I came up to them
and slowly rubbed my legs and arms against them. One by one they were
squirming against the feel of my tights. Their hands were wanting to
touch anything that was warm. I moved them against each other and soon
they were feeling each other's bodies as discovery enveloped them. Jared
came over and brought the troupe around them... one by one, we removed
all their clothing. We danced and played, touching their bodies in all
areas erotically. Light touch, strong touch, tickle touch and firm
controlled touch. All meant to reduce their ability to resist. And it
worked. Soon they too were crying and begging to be made a part of the
troupe.
Jared whispered into my ear. I blushed. I now know what he had whispered
so long ago. "Innocent love between boys is erotic, once someone watches
they fall into the spell, you are an example of how anyone can be
changed. Watch as even these guys end up as frilly feminine sissies!"
And so it was...........
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