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The following is a totally fictional story. Hi, I'm Mark. I am an 18 year old crossdresser. I am a medium built guy only 5'7" 155 lbs. Last year I had the most unusual experience. My parent's friends own a house up in the mountains, about 8 hours drive away. They also have a daughter, Linda, who is a year younger than me and is very petit and cute. Her mom, Rita, is also a nice looking, medium built, MILF type. She is really good looking and is always dressed in the most feminine and fashionable clothing I had ever seen. The dad, Fred, is a large man; about 6'2" 300 lbs. Since their last name was Brown, I called them "Mr. B" and "Mrs. B" My "adventure" began on Tuesday before Thanksgiving. I rode up to the mountains with Rita and Linda to spend a few extra days in the mountains with them. My parents and Fred ("Mr. B.") were to come up on Thursday to join us as they could not get off work until then. As we got nearer to the mountain house, we noticed that it had snowed, but fortunately the roads had been cleared. We had a bit of trouble getting up the dirt road to the house but finally made it okay. Their house was really nice. It had three bedrooms, each with its own bath. There was a basement with a playroom and washing machine and dryer. After we arrived, Linda, Mrs. B and I went out walking in the snow. Unfortunately, I was goofing around and tripped. I ended up rolling down the hill and into a muddy area that smelled awful. I got up and tried to scrape the muck off, but was not very successful. In addition, I was wet and getting chilled. We went back to the house so I could change clothes. "Mark, You'll have to take all your clothes off outside since they smell so badly," Mrs. B said. She went inside and got a big towel. She held it up to provide some modesty while I took all my clothes off. Even my underwear and tee shirt was soaked and smelled. I hung them all on the railing on the deck. Then I wrapped up in the towel and went inside to my bedroom. When I opened my suitcase, I was in for another surprise. My shampoo had somehow "exploded" and had spread all through the suitcase. There was not a piece of clothing that didn't have the sticky shampoo on it. "Uh, Mrs. B... I got a problem," I said returning to the living room in my towel. "My shampoo somehow leaked all over the place and every piece of clothing I have is ruined." "Well," Mrs. B said, "We'll have to find you something else to wear until I can get some of your clothes washed. Let me see what I can find. While I do this, take your all your clothes into the wash room and I'll start a load later tonight." Mrs. B went into her bedroom. Still in my towel, I went to my bedroom and got my suitcase and carried it down to the basement and left it in the wash room. I went back up and waited in the great room/ kitchen area for Mrs. B. After a few minutes she returned with a stack of clothing in her hands. "Mark, let's go into your room." Mrs. B took my arm and lead me into my bedroom. "Look, I'm awfully sorry, but as you know, Fred is rather a large man. None of his clothes would even come close to fitting you. Linda is more your age, but she is a lot smaller than you. I don't think you could use anything of hers. So ... That leaves me. Actually we are almost the same height and weight. However, I really like feminine clothing, so most of my stuff is pretty frilly. Here are some panties. These are the plainest ones I have." She handed me a pair of silky, peach colored, bikini panties with a lace panel on the front. "And.. I don't have any tee-shirts, but this is called a camisole. It will have to do for now," she handed me a frilly top with spaghetti straps which matched the panties. "With the cold weather, you'll need to wear these," Mrs. B said as she produced a pair of pantyhose. "To pull them on, roll them up like this and then pull them up your legs," she said as she demonstrated how to roll them up. "These slacks should fit you," she said as she unfolded a pair of black slacks and held them up against me. I noticed the waist was narrower than the hips. I also noticed the belt that was attached was thin.. "Sorry, but all my tops are rather feminine. This was the best I could do," she said as she held up a long-sleeved, pink-colored top with lace around the neck line. "Thanks, Mrs. B. Looks like I really don't have much of a choice. I appreciate you sharing these with me. I do feel sorta silly though. Are you sure you don't have anything else more ... well like boys clothes?" "No. Sorry," she said. "Look Mark, no one is here but Linda, you and me, so no one will see you anyway. I'll get your clothes clean by tomorrow and by the time your parents and my husband arrive, you'll be back into your own clothes." "Okay... I guess. I appreciate your help. Will you please promise me not to tell anyone I wore any of this? Not even your husband or my parents?" "Sure. It will be our secret. Get dressed and come help with dinner." She said. Mrs. B left my bedroom. I closed the door and looked at the clothes. I figured I had no choice but to wear the clothes she had provided to me. I picked up the panties and looked at them. I slowly stepped into them and slid them up my legs. Something stirred in me as I pulled them into place. I tucked my developing manhood into the panties between my legs, but realized there was a reaction. I then rolled up the pantyhose as Mrs. B has showed me. I unrolled them as I pulled them up my legs. I had never felt anything like this. Oh my Gosh.. The feeling of the pantyhose on my legs was electric. My hand smoothed the hose over my legs. I rubbed again and again up and down my legs. WOW this felt so ... Well.... Sexy! I then took the camisole and pulled it over my head and down around my body. Again the feeling of the material against my skin was fantastic. My nipples suddenly came alive. I had never noticed my nipples before, but against this silky material, I suddenly were aware of their presence. I pulled on the pink top and then put on the slacks. I looked into the mirror and realized I looked like a girl with short hair and no tits. I laughed at myself and walked out of the bedroom. Linda and Rita were in the kitchen area starting to prepare dinner. They both turned and looked at me and said I looked nice. They did not tease me or make any negative comments. "Mark, you'll need some shoes. Go into my closet and see what you can find," Mrs. B said. I went into her bedroom and into her closet. There must have been 100 shoes in there. Most had heels of 3 or 4 inches. I finally found a pair of shoes with low heels. They were loafer style and were made of black patient leather. They definitely looked feminine. I put them on and returned to the kitchen to join Mrs. B and Linda. "May I help?" I asked. "Sure," Mrs. B said, " will you please wash the lettuce and cut up the tomatoes and carrots for the salad?" "No problem," I answered. Linda looked at me... "You look nice, Mark. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but those clothes really look nice on you," Linda said. She was serious and was not making fun of me. "Thanks" was all I could respond, even thought I felt so embarrassed. I got to work washing the lettuce and cutting up the tomatoes and carrots for the salad. I helped with other cooking and cleaning. We ate dinner and then I helped clean up. Mrs. B, Linda and I talked about all sorts of things. They never said anything more about what I was wearing. After dinner, we all washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen. We chatted about several things, like three women.. "Mark, It is already so late, we need to go to bed. I know you are worn out," Mrs. B said. "Yes I am," I answered, "I really am tired. See you in the morning." I turned and went to my bedroom. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. As I was finishing up, there was a knock on the door. It was Mrs. B. "Mark, I was trying to find you something to sleep in. The temperature will drop and you'll need something. You'll have to use this for tonight. It's all I really have." She laid a pile on the bed and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her. I could see the pile she left was a soft material, light, baby blue in color. I picked it up and it was a nighty. One that would fall about my knees. A matching pair of blue panties fell out on the bed as I picked up the nighty. Surely, I could not wear something as feminine as this! But as I held the soft material in my hands, I began rub it between my fingers and realized how sexy it felt. I went into the bathroom and held it up in front of me, modeling in the mirror. Unconsciously, I turned a bit, striking a feminine pose. Well... It might be fun, just for tonight. And besides, who would know? I went back into the bedroom and began taking off my shoes and the clothes I had on. I hung the slacks and blouse I had on a hanger in the closet. I took off my pantyhose, camisole and panties and laid them neatly on the dresser. I pulled on the blue panties that went with the nighty. My manhood again stirred, but I quickly pulled it down and under so it could not grow any more. I pulled the nighty over my head and let it drop as it flowed across my body. Oh my ... the feeling of the soft silky material caused a feeling within that I had never had before. I turned off the lights and laid down in the bed under the covers. The feeling of the soft material rubbing against me was electric. I tried to go to sleep, but I tossed and turned, with the material wrapping itself around me. I was constantly pulling the nighty around as I turned, each time the materials would cross my skin, sending a charge through me. I soon became excited. I reached down and rubbed my crotch through the nighty and panties. I finally reach down and pulled the nighty up and the panties down, releasing my penis which now stood at attention. I pulled the panties up over it as much as I could and then pulled the nighty back down over it. I softly rubbed myself through the two layers of soft material. After a few minutes, I knew I could not wait any longer. I got up and moved to the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at the image in the mirror. I continued to rub myself through the silky material. I noticed a wet spot on the front of the nighty from my pre-cum. I could wait no longer. I pulled the nighty up, grabbed my penis and began stoking it. After just a few strokes I came. Fortunately, my cum spurted into the sink. A big feeling of relief overwhelmed me. I got a tissue and wiped the remaining cum from my penis and then turned on the water and cleaned the sink. I tucked myself back into the panties and dropped my nighty back down. WOW. I didn't think wearing a nighty would have such a profound effect. It feels so good and it does look sorta cute, I thought as I preened in the mirror. I turned off the light and went back to bed. I straightened my nighty and rubbed the material against my nipples and stomach until I dropped off to sleep. The next morning. I awoke and felt the material of the nighty against my skin. I snuggled down into the covers and ran my hands along my sides and stomach, enjoying the feel of the material. Suddenly I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Mrs. B entered almost immediately. I froze so she could not see that I was enjoying the feel of the nighty. "Good morning, Mark. I hope you slept well," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I see you did wear your nightgown. I hope it kept you warm. Here is a cotton robe and a pair of cotton slippers. Put them on and join us for breakfast. It's almost ready." She laid the white robe and slippers, which had a small wedge heel, on my bed and left. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I pulled down my panties, pulled up my nightie and sat down to take a pee. What? Why was I sitting? It just seemed the right thing to do with the panties and nightie. My gosh, what am I thinking? I finished and washed my hands. I put on the robe and slippers and went out to join Mrs. B and Linda in the kitchen. "Good morning, Mark," they both said. "Here, breakfast is ready," Linda said as she sat a dish in front of me. We ate and chatted about a few things. "Oh, Mark, I am sorry I did not get started on your clothes last night, but I will today. I should have the first load ready in a few hours." "Thanks. I appreciate you letting me borrow you stuff, but I do feel a little bit weird wearing this." Weird? Mark, you shouldn't feel weird. You are a nice looking person and you look wonderful no matter what you're wearing," Mrs. B said. "Well, until I get your stuff washed, you can wear the clothes I gave you yesterday. Do you need fresh panties?" She asked very nonchalantly. Somewhat shock at how casually she asked that, I stammered, "No mam. I did not wear them long yesterday. I think they'll be okay for a few more hours today." I went to my bedroom, stripped and took a shower. Afterwards, I got dressed in the panties, camisole, pantyhose, slacks and blouse I had worn the day before. I also put on the black patient leather loafers. I went out in the greatroom and Linda and I sat on the couch and watched some TV for a while. "Mark, I really like the fact that you are cool wearing those clothes. Most guys would be acting all strange if they even thought of wearing what you have on," Linda said. "Well, I don't have much choice, do I? I really don't mind since it's just you and your mom." "Mark, would you do me a favor? I would normally have a girl friend with me to keep me entertained and we usually like to practice with each other. You know, painting nails, doing makeup. That sort of thing. Would you mind if I used you as a model to practice my makeup techniques?" "What? You want to put makeup on me and paint my nails?" "Oh please. No one will know. I really miss having a girl friend here. Pleeaassee...." She cooed as she gave me her puppy-dog look. "Well ... Okay ... I guess. I'm this far into it. But Linda... No one and I mean no one must ever find out about this. Not my parents or your dad or any of your friends... Agreed?" "Oh Mark," Linda jumped up and kissed me on the cheek, "You're so cool. Thanks for being such a cool friend. I won't tell anyone, I promise" I blushed and resigned myself to being Linda's "girl" friend for the day. She took me to her bathroom. She put a towel over each shoulder so nothing would get on my clothing. She then proceeded to cleanse my face and moisturize. All the while explaining to me what she was doing. Like I would ever care or do this again! "Well, you don't have much of a beard, which is good. Just a light foundation and some powder will work" I closed my eyes and let her have her way with my face. After over 30 minutes. I heard a knock at the front door. "Hello... Any one here," a woman's voice boomed from the front of the house. "Oh my gosh, it's Ms. Harper, our neighbor down the road. She always comes by when she sees our car here," Linda said. "Just a minute Ms. Harper," Linda yelled. "Quick, cover up." "What? Why?" I asked trying to figure out what was going on. I looked up in the mirror and realized that Linda had completely made up my face and I looked like a girl with a boy's short haircut. Actually, my face looked like that of a mature woman ready for a night on the town. "Oh my gosh, Linda. What have you done? I look... Well, like a woman," "Exactly the look I was working on. Anyway, shut up and put this towel over your head. Don't talk any more than you have to." I quickly took a towel and wrapped it over my head. A few seconds later, an elderly lady appeared in the doorway. "Well, hello Linda. Is your mom around? "Yes she is Ms Harper. She's probably down in the washroom. How have you been? "Good, thank you. Who's your friend here?" "Oh, this is a friend of mine. Her name is ... Marci. We were just practicing putting on makeup so she really needs to keep her face still and not talk right now. I nodded my head to acknowledge Mrs. Harper. "Good to meet you Marci. Well, I wanted to say hello to your mom, Linda. You girls have fun." Mrs. Harper said as she left. "Whew, that was close," Linda said pulling the towel from my head. "Yeah, but now she thinks I am a girl! What happens if she comes by again this weekend?" "Don't worry. She probably won't be back . She usually doesn't come by if we have other company. Once she sees the other cars here, she'll leave us alone. Now, I guess we need to get you back to normal. I'm out of makeup remover I need to go to my mom's bathroom and get some. I'll be right back. Now don't be going out anywhere like that," Linda said as winked at me and left. Great. Here I am dressed in women's clothes and fully made up ... and the neighbor lady thinks I'm a girl named Marci. I guess it couldn't get much worse! At least I would have my guy clothes back later today and I 'd soon remove the makeup. I heard Mrs. B and Linda's voices coming from the great room area. I could tell they were talking to Mrs. Harper as she was leaving. Mrs. B and Linda came into the bathroom and gave me one of those looks. "Mark, we have some bad news," Mrs. B said. "Seems that your attempt to fool Mrs. Harper worked. She thinks you're one of Linda's girl friends. However, Mrs. Harper was insistent that we have one of our 'formal girls out to diner' tonight. I tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn't hear of it since we have other company coming in later tonight. However, you'll have to appear as Marci, not Mark!" "What...? There's got to be another option ... Some way to get me out of this.... I don't think I could fool her during an entire dinner!" I stammered. "Sorry, but there's really no other option. And... Well... I need to tell you about our 'formal dinners' we have. You see, when Linda and I are here alone, Mrs. Harper likes to come over and have a real nice dinner. We get all dressed up. It's like a cotillion party. We get dressed to the nines and act very formal during it all. We have the best of food and use the nice China. It's been great for Linda to learn how to act and behave as a lady." It started to sink in. I would have to get dressed up as a girl, even more than I was now. I would have to put on a nice formal dress and pretend to be female, and act like a real classy lady. I was not sure I could do all this. "But Mrs. B ... I don't know about this. You mean I'll have to get really dressed up and pass off as a girl for several hours. What if Mrs. Harper realizes I'm a guy?" "Don't worry. We're going to spend the rest of the day working on your looks and teaching you how to walk, talk, move and speak like a classy girl. By the way, Linda did an excellent job on your makeup, but she's going to have to redo it for tonight's dinner. Also.. wait here for a minute, I need to check something," Mrs. B said as she made a quick exit. "Like I'm going somewhere?" I sarcastically asked Linda. "Oh come on. It'll be fun, Mark ... I mean Marci," Linda said with a giggle. "Great. Look it's your fault I'm in this mess, so you owe me big time. Will you at least treat me nicely and not make fun of me? "I'm sorry. I promise I'll treat you seriously. But you'll have to work with me. We have a lot to do to get ready for tonight and make you passable." Mrs. B came back into the room carrying a brunette wig. "I'm lucky I left this up here last year. Mark, turn around and let me see how this looks." She placed the wig on me and tugged on it to get it adjusted. She took a comb and styled it a bit. The wig was a bout shoulder length. She stepped back and looked. "I think that will work, what do you think Linda?" "Oh I think she looks good. Take a look, Mark ... er, Marci." Mrs. B turned me so I could look in the mirror. I could not believe that was me in the mirror. It looked like a fairly attractive college-aged girl staring back at me. "Wow," I said as a reached up and swept back a few loose hairs, "I look so different with this wig. I actually might pass." "Well, it's a start, but you have to learn how to act and move to pull this off," Mrs. B said. "I have to run to the store to get the food. Linda, I'll need you to start getting Marci ready. Marci, you'll have to shave your legs. You should also remove all your other body hair. Make yourself as smooth as possible. Then you and Linda will need to go through my closet and see what dress and shoes look best on you. Marci. I've got to run. You girls get started." Mrs. B left the room to leave for the store "Okay, Marci," Linda said, "let's get started. I'll need to remove your makeup first." She took me into her mom's bathroom and removed all my makeup. "Now, you'll need to strip, rub this hair remover on your body, but not on your face or private parts. Wait ten minutes and then take a hot shower and rub your body down with a rag to remove all the hair. Be sure all the hair is gone or you'll have to do it again. You can do this in your bathroom. When you get through, put on your robe and come in mom's bedroom. I'll be getting some things out for you to wear." I went in my bathroom, stripped and put the hair remover all over my body. I waited 10 minutes and got in the shower. I took a wet rag and began to wipe all my hair off. After a few minutes I was as smooth as a girl. I finished the shower, got out and put on the cotton robe. I went into Mrs. B's bedroom and saw that Linda had laid out several things. "Here, go in the bathroom and put on these panties, bra and pantyhose," Linda said. I took the items and did as instructed. As I pulled the black satin panties up my legs my penis began to get hard again. I quickly tucked in far back so it would not show. I put the bra on. It took me a few tries, but I finally figured out how to hook it behind me. I put on the pantyhose like I had before. I noticed this pair was a bit thinner and more silky feeling than the other pair I had worn. Plus since my legs were now hairless, the feeling was amazing! My penis pushed against the panties and pantyhose. I put on the robe and went back into the bedroom. Several nice dresses were laid out on the bed. "Here, you'll also need to put this on" Linda said as she handed me a black waist cincher with garters. "Take off your robe and I'll help you." I was a bit embarrassed, but I turned away from her and slowly took off the robe. I put the waist cincher around me and Linda came up behind me and helped me hook all the small hooks on it. Although I had a pretty flat stomach, it gave me a more feminine figure. When she was through. Linda turned me around and realized my bra cups were empty. "Well, we need to get something to fill out your bra." Linda thought for a few minutes and then said, "I think I have an idea. She opened a dresser drawer and took out two knee high hose. She went to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a bag of bird seed. She poured some seed in on of the hose until it filled her hand. She twisted the hose and came over and put it in my bra cup. "I think we need a little more." She took out the hose added some more seed and put it back. "There, that looks pretty normal. We don't want to make you too big!" She said with a laugh. I laughed along with her. She took out the hose and tied a knot so the seed would not spill out. She got the other hose and filled it until it was about the same size. She put them on the dresser side by side to make sure they were close to the same size. Once satisfied, she tied the other hose in a knot and came over to me. She put them in m bra cups and adjusted the bra straps and bra so that they were positioned to look like normal breast. "There, that looks great, don't you think?" she asked giving me a wink. "Uh.. Yea, I guess they'll do," I said as I reached up and fondled my new "titties" as I looked in the mirror. Linda saw me and just grinned. "Okay don't get carried away. We've got a lot to do. First we need to try on some of these dresses. For these dinners, we always get dressed up in nice dresses, like we're going out on the town. Let's see what looks good on you. Here put on these stockings, they attach to the garters on you waist cincher." I sat on the bed, rolled the hose up and carefully unrolled them as I pulled them on my legs. They felt so soft and sexy! We spent the next hour trying on several dresses. Linda would help me into the dress, help zip me up and straighten the dress so it hung right on me. She would then have me walk a few steps in it and model it in front of the mirror. We narrowed it down to a few. She had me model the dresses again, but this time she had me add some appropriate shoes to match the outfit (sometimes I'd have to try on a several shoes with each outfit. to see which ones looked best to her). Again she would have me model for her in front of the mirror. She had me walk in the dress to see how it flowed. She stopped and gave me some tips on how to walk so that I could develop a more feminine walk. She also showed me how my hands and arms should move. As we continued to try on dresses and shoes she continued to give me several tips and would correct me if my movements or actions did not look feminine. We finally decided on a teal-colored cocktail dress. It fell to my knee and had long transparent sleeves. It had a scooped neckline that did not plunge too low. We decided the tan hose looked best and the shoes were black patient leather sling-back pumps with a high stiletto heel. After we decided on the outfit, Linda had me take the dress off and put the robe back over my underthings and hose. "Now, we need to redo your makeup for tonight," Linda said. We went into her mom's bathroom and Linda got out all kinds of cosmetics. She worked on me for over 45 minutes, but the result was a sexy, sultry look. As she was finishing up, she had me shut my eyes and promise not to take a look. She left and came back with the wig and I felt her place it on me. "Okay, you can look now," Linda said. I opened my eyes and could not believe it. I looked even better than I did earlier. She had done such a great job on my makeup. I looked like a 21 year old girl made up to go out clubbing. "Wow, Linda. If I didn't know that was me in the mirror I'd swear it was a real woman." "Thank you," Linda said as she began putting stuff up. She stopped and looked at me in the mirror. " You do look pretty! If I didn't know it, I'd think you were a pretty hot girl. I can't believe how well you look in makeup. And your movements... You've been able to learn so quickly. Even while I was doing your makeup... well .... I noticed all your movements were very feminine. You look so natural... " As she spoke I was thinking, "I was moving in a feminine way? I wasn't really thinking about being feminine. Was I naturally getting into it?" Linda continued, "You are going to be okay tonight. Just keep it up. There's no way Mrs. Harper would ever think you were anything but a cute girl." About that time we heard Mrs. B coming in the door. "Linda, Mark, I'm back. Can you help with the groceries?" Mrs. B called from the front door as she entered. "Sure mom, we'll be out soon," Linda called back. Linda went in and got the shoes I was to wear with the dress which had a high, stiletto heel. "Here, put these on. You need the practice. Now let's go help mom. I put the shoes on, made sure my robe was closed and prissed out to help. Mrs. B saw me come into the great room on the way to the door. "Oh, my goodness. Mark... Is that really you?" Mrs. B asked. Linda was coming in the door with a few bags, "Actually, it's Marci, now. Please address her as Marci. Don't you think she looks great?" "Oh my, yes," Mrs. B answered, "I would not have recognized you. Marci. You look ... Fantastic!" "Thank you, Mrs. B," I said as I minced on out to the car and got a few bags of groceries. After we got all the groceries in we were all in the kitchen putting things away. "Mark .. I mean Marci ... I bought something you'll need for tonight," Mrs. B said as she dug into a bag. She pulled out a package of false fingernails. "You look great, but you'll need these to help complete the look. Let's go and get them on you." Mrs. B lead me to her bathroom and sat me back down at the mirror. She spent about 20 minutes gluing the false nails on. "Did you and Linda come up with an outfit for you tonight?" Mrs. B asked. "Yes, the teal colored dress with the see-through sleeves, these tan stockings and, of course, these heels," I answered. "Ooo, that will look nice on you" Mrs. B said. "I see you removed the hair from your legs. I bet they feel smooth and sexy, don't they?" Mrs. B asked as she ran her hand across my knees and then up my upper thigh which was exposed between the opening of the robe. "Oh gosh, yes. I've never felt anything like this before," I honestly answered, looking into her eyes and realizing her hand was still resting on my upper thigh near my crotch. "I think your outfit will look very nice, Marci. I can't wait to see you in it," Mrs. B said with a smile as she returned my stare. "Now that your nails are secure, we need to paint them." Mrs. B got up and went to her cabinet and looked at several bottles of nail polish. She chose a nice rose color which would accent the dress. She took my hand and began painting my nails. She spent time being careful to make the nail cover nice and even. "There. Your hands look nice and feminine," Mrs. B said. "We only have a few hours before we have to get dressed. As soon as your nails are dry, I want you to continue to wear your high heels all afternoon. I want you to practice walking around. You'll probably get tired and your feet will hurt. It's okay to take breaks, but I want you to spend as much time as you can walking around. Also, practice walking up and down the stairs. Believe it or not, walking down stairs in heels is the hardest thing to do. I notice a lot of your hand and body movements are already looking feminine. Did Linda work with you on that? "Yes. She also had me walking a lot when we were trying on dresses." "Good. I need to go and work on dinner. Come show me your walk when your nails dry," Mrs. B said as she got up to leave. I sat there looking in the mirror. What had I gotten myself into? Here I sit with my face made up, a wig, wearing panties, stockings, a waist cincher and a bra with fake boobs. My fingernails are painted and I have these black, sexy high heels on my feet. But I also have to admit that I am enjoying the feel of the clothing and the look I see on my face as I look in the mirror. Wow. It's fun to be a girl. It's fun to be able to get all made up and wear nice, sexy clothing. I could feel the bulge in my panties growing. Fortunately it was restrained by the panties. Oh crap, I must learn to control these feelings. I shouldn't be getting excited by wearing these clothes and makeup, should I? I sat there for a while pondering my predicament. As I came out of the haze, I realized my nails were dry and I needed to practice walking in the high heels. I went in to the great room and kitchen area, being careful to walk like Linda had showed me. "Well," I said to Mrs. B, "What do you think?" I did my sexiest walk across the room turned and walked back. "Wow, very good, Marci. You have a very sexy walk. But keep on practicing. It's one thing to do it for thirty seconds. Another to do it for hours. Keep walking! I started walking up and down the room. After just 10 minutes, my leg muscles were starting to hurt and my toes were being pinched in the shoes. I sat down on the couch to rest, being sure to cross my legs like a lady. "Tired already?" Mrs. B asked. "Now you have some appreciation on what we women go through to look so good. High heels may look sexy, but they do take some getting use to! By the way, you did a nice job in crossing your legs. You look very natural. It you get tired of having your legs crossed, you can also sit with your knees together and both feet to one side. Try it so I can see if you know how to do it." I uncrossed my legs, put my knees together and put both feet to the right, shifting my hips. "Yes. That's it. Very good. Take your hands and fold them gently in your lap. That's it. Now put them a bit further out towards your knees. Excellent. That is a real feminine way to sit," Mrs. B coached. me. I spent the next few hours practicing walking, sitting, eating, drinking like a woman would, while Mrs. B cooked and coached me. She had me walk up and down the staircase several times. She was right; going down was more difficult than coming up. I continued to practice and made improvements as we went. She complimented me on how quickly I adapted to everything. She joked that I must have a few female hormones in me to be able to learn how to be a girl so quickly. She also coached me on how to talk a bit higher and softer so I sounded more like a girl. A few hours later, Mrs. B advised I needed to get into my dress and make final preparations for the dinner. "I really need to use the bathroom, Mrs. B," I said in my feminine voice. "Sure, when you're through, come on into my bedroom to get dressed." I went to my room and into the bathroom. I undid my robe, eased down my panties and sat down to take a pee. As I sat there, I realized I was sitting, just like a woman would, and it felt so natural. I took a piece or toilet paper and wiped my penis so I would not drip in my panties. I had never done that before! I pulled up my panties, flushed and washed my hands. I went over to Mrs. B's bedroom and saw her door was open. When I entered, I was shocked. Mrs. B was only wearing her panties and bra. "Oh sorry, I'll give you a few minutes to finish," I said as I turned to give her privacy. "Don't be silly," Mrs. B said as she motioned me in. "It's just us girls. Come on in." I went in and tried not to stare too much at Mrs. B. She was a pretty lady and had a great figure. She was very sexy for a woman her age. Mrs. B went over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black hose and a black garter. I watched as she put on the garter and then rolled the hose up her legs. Then running her hands up her legs to smooth out the hose. I could not help it. I was spellbound. I felt the bulge in my panties straining to get out again. "It so nice to be a woman and to be able to get dressed up in fine clothing, isn't it Marci?" Mrs. B asked as she picked up a slip and pulled it over her body. "Yes Mrs. B, it is," I found myself saying. Then I realized what I had said. "Uh,, oh .. I mean it feels good.. I mean the clothes feel nice and all and well ... It is sorta fun to be able to use makeup to change your looks and all. Well, you know what I mean," I said trying to get out of the conversation. "It is nice. It's nice being a woman and having the ability to use makeup to improve your looks. Is also fun to be able to wear so many different things that men don't wear. The clothes are softer and they feel nice against your body. I enjoy getting all dressed up like tonight. I know it's a lot of work, but it is fun too," Mrs. B said as she continued to put on her dress and heels. She looked fantastic. "Oh Marci, I just realized. Your outfit is not complete. You need some earrings, a necklace, maybe a bracelet and a ring," Mrs. B said. She went over to her dresser and started going through her jewelry box. "Come here and let's see what we can find." I went over to her. She pulled out a pair of gold dangling earrings. She brushed back my hair and held them up by my ears. "Yes, these should do nicely." She laid then on the dresser. She pulled out a couple of necklaces and finally settled on a gold necklace to match the earrings. "Marci, try on these rings. Since we are using gold earrings, stay with the gold ones or something of color that might work," she said handing me box filled with rings. I went through the box and began trying rings on different fingers. I found two. One gold ring with a small cluster of garnets and another black ring with some gold etching. One went on each hand's ring finger. "Here you put the earrings on like this," Mrs. B said showing me how the clip-ons worked. "Now you do it. I brushed back my hair and clipped them on like she showed me. I picked up the necklace and figure out how the clip worked. It was hard to do with long nails! I reached around and moved my hair out of the way as I put on the necklace. Mrs. B stepped around behind me and lifted my hair out of the way so I could get the clasp hooked. After I did, Mrs. B lowered my hair and fluffed it out a bit, so it would look nice. We found a set of three, thin gold bracelets and I put them on my left arm. Mrs. B stepped back and looked at me. "There. Now you are all ready to go out. You look absolutely beautiful Marci. Do you mind if we take some pictures tonight?" "Pictures? I don't want anyone knowing I did this. Why do we need pictures? "Come here," Mrs. B said as she pulled me in front of a full length mirror. "Look in the mirror. What do you see?" I did not answer. "I see a beautiful young woman. You have transformed yourself into another person. I bet your own parents wouldn't recognize you. Don't worry. I won't show them to anyone. But, one day you'll want to look back and remember this. Believe me." She was right. I looked nothing like my male self. I did look like a young woman. "Okay, Mrs. B I trust you." Mrs. B got her camera and took a few pictures. She had me stand, sit and even crawl up on her bed. She had me give her a few change of faces. From smiling to kissing to trying to look sultry over my shoulder. She must have taken 20 shots. Then the telephone rang. Mrs. B answered it and talked for a few minutes. I could tell it was my parents. She called me to the phone. "Mark, you parents are on the telephone. Apparently a freak ice storm had moved across the state in the early afternoon and roads are getting impassable as the sun is setting. Your parents weren't going to be able to make it up tonight as they planned." I spoke with my parents. They said they would try to come up Thursday but if the ice on the roads did not melt they would probably not come up at all. I spoke to my mom and dad and let them know things were going okay. Of course I did not mention about all my clothes being messed up or what I currently looked like. They would have been shocked! After I finished the call, I went to my bathroom, combed my hair, applied a little power to my nose and forehead and freshened up my lipstick. I heard knocking at the door. It was Mrs. Harper. I went into the great room as Mrs. B opened the door. Mrs. Harper came in. "Good evening, ladies. My, you all look absolutely stunning. Linda you get prettier every year. Marci, I love that dress on you. You look so ... so feminine," she said. "Thank you, Mrs. Harper," I said. We all went into the kitchen and finished preparing the dinner. We sat, ate and talked for a few hours. I tried to make sure I remembered all the tips so I came across as a girl. We all had a good time and lot of laughs, but everything was kept very classy. After Mrs. Harper left. Mrs. B and Linda turned to me. "Marci, you were great tonight," Mrs. B said. "I am sure Mrs. Harper would never guess that you are a boy under all that," Linda said, " I'm not sure anyone would. Your actions and movements were all feminine." "Thank you ladies," I replied still using my feminine voice. "I couldn't have done it without you." "I know you girls are young, but let's celebrate with a glass of wine. I don't think one glass will hurt you," Mrs. B said as she went to the kitchen and began to open a bottle of wine. We all sat and had a glass of wine. "Well, Marci," Mrs. B said, "Your parents won't be coming in tonight. Good thing, because I still have not washed your clothes. Something is wrong with the washer and it stopped in the middle of the cycle. Most or your dark clothes are in the washer which is full of water. Tomorrow. I'll see if I can get it working again. In the meantime, you'll have to continue to be Marci." Linda giggled and raised her glass as if to toast. "Oh good! I like having Marci here!" I just had to roll my eyes and laugh with them. We finished our wine and went to our respective bedroom. Right after I went into my room, before I could even kick off my shoes, I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it and it was Linda. She stepped in and shut the door. "Marci .... I want you to know that you make an absolute beautiful woman and .... well, I appreciate you playing along today." She came closer to me as she spoke. "And ... Well ... I am very .... appreciative, very.." As she came closer she reached up and took my arm and pulled me to her. She pressed her lips to mine and we kissed. I could do nothing but melt and kiss her back. We continued kissing for a few minutes. I could taste our lipsticks mixing on our lips and tongues. Linda finally pulled away and looked in my eyes and whispered, "Marci, you are so sexy. Just watching you made me feel like I've never felt before. I am not a lesbian, but somehow ... you..." She fell to her knees and reached up under my skirt. She pulled down my panties and released my penis which was already growing. She immediately began to lick and then suck me. I just stood there in my high heels and dress and enjoyed what she was doing. As she was sucking me, Linda ran her hands under my skirt, and began to lightly rub my legs, my hips and around to my butt. The feeling of her rubbing me through my stockings and my panties was divine. Soon I felt I could hold off no more and told her I was about to cum, thinking she might want to pull out. She didn't. She let me fill her mouth with my cum. Suddenly she stood up and grabbed my head and pulled it to hers. She began to kiss me and suddenly I realized she was sharing my cum with me. At first I was startled, but I was so horny and her kisses felt so good I did not want to stop. The taste was not bad and I soon I had to swallow it. Linda also swallowed as we continued to kiss for a few more minutes. "Oh my god, "Linda said softly. "I can't believe I just did that. I've never done anything like that before. I didn't even know if I was doing it right. But I guess I was," she said cupping my chin in her hands and smiling. "It was my first time too. I think you were wonderful!" I whispered to her. "I've got to go to my room before mom figures out I'm in here with you," Linda said softly as she turned and went out the door. I did not even get a chance to offer to return the favor before she left. I went in the bathroom and cleaned up, taking off all the jewelry and makeup. I took off all the clothes and hung them in my closet or folded them on the dresser. As I put on the blue nightie and panties I had worn the previous night, I noticed I still had the false nails on. I thought it was funny that I had not taken them off. I realized I did not have any remover to get them off. I'd have to do it in the morning, I thought. I snuggled under the covers in my nighty and soon went to sleep. Early the next morning, I felt someone slip into my bed behind me, which woke me. At fist I thought it was Linda, but I turned and was shocked to see it was Mrs. B. "Good morning, Marci," Mrs. B. whispered in my ear as she snuggled up to me. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "I figured you might enjoy some early morning company," she said. I did not know what to do or say and just laid there. She brought her hand around me and began to softly stroke the material. First across my nipples and stomach. Then she began to go lower, eventually lightly stoking my penis and balls through the material of the nighty and panties. She reach down and released my growing penis from my panties and recovered it with the nighty. She continued to lightly rub me all over, but always coming back to stroke my penis, which was now rock hard. I did not know what to do but close my eyes and let her have her way. I was scared to death but I was also enjoying what she was doing to me. After several, minutes, she knew I was close to coming and wrapped the nighty around my penis and began to stroke me. I could not hold it and soon I came, spurting into the nighty. "I believe you made a little mess, Marci. Let me help you clean that up," Mrs. B said as she pulled back the covers. She went down and began to suck my cum through the nighty for a few minutes. She then came up and whispered in my ear. "I guess you'll have to wash the rest out and hang it up to dry. Now I want you do dress up again today as Marci. First, take a shower and be sure to shave and use the hair remover to remove any hair. There's a bottle under the sink. You can come to breakfast then in your panties and robe. After breakfast, ask Linda to help you with your makeup. Then I want you to go into my room and pick out, on your own, what you will wear. Panties, a bra and camisole are in the dresser drawers. One rule - no pants today. You don't have to be as formal as last night, but a skirt with a top or a dress is mandatory. Also, your shoes must have at least a 2" heel. I want you looking sexy today. Okay?" "But my parents are suppose to come up today," I pleaded. "First, they may not be able to come at all if the weather does not improve. Second, it will be noon before they can leave which will put them up here at 8pm. They said they would call and let us know. If they say they are coming, you can go back to being Mark this afternoon. I should have some of your clothes cleaned by then." She got up and slipped out quietly from my room. I got up and did as she had instructed. At breakfast I asked Linda if she would help me with my makeup. "You're going to put on makeup today?" Linda asked, surprised that I was considering doing so. "Yes. I don't have much choice do I? I mean, Mrs. Harper could pop back in anytime and my boy clothes aren't wearable. They are still in the washing machine or messed up in the washroom," I answered. "Yes, " Mrs. B. Chipped in, "Besides today is Thanksgiving and we'll be having our dinner later tonight. Until I can get his clothes cleaned, he'll have to Marci, at least for a little while today. "Okay," Linda answered, looking a bit confused. "I'll be glad to help you, Marci. Besides, it will be fun!" Linda gave me a wink and a smile. I just smiled back. Soon we were in her mom's bathroom and she had me all dolled up in about 30 - 45 minutes. We had brought the wig and the "breast" in the bathroom. She put the wig on me and I looked like I did the day before, however the makeup was a bit lighter looking for a "daytime look" as Brenda had educated me while she had been doing it. "You're all done, Marci. Your makeup, your wig. You even have your nails done since we did not have a chance to remove the polish from yesterday! What do you think?" "Great job, Linda. I appreciate your help," I answered. "What are you going to wear today? The slacks and top you wore yesterday?" Linda asked. "Uh ... I'm not sure. Your mom said I should just go through her stuff and pick out whatever I wanted." "Well then, I'll go ahead and leave you to it. Let me know if you need any help," Linda said as she left. I went into the bedroom. I started going through the drawers, trying to find some panties and a bra and camisole. I finally found what I needed, all in matching pink! As I was searching I noticed Mrs. B's other underwear and lingerie. All of it very nice and sexy. She had all kinds of sexy outfits that I had seen in magazines and in porn. I also found a realistic looking strapon dildo and a vibrator in one drawer. I put on the pink panties and the bra. I put the "breast" Linda had made for me in the bra to fill it out. Then I put the camisole on. I was looking for pantyhose, but the drawer I opened contained regular hose and garter belts. There was a pink one that matched my other underthings. I decided, why not go all the way? I put on the pink garter belt, carefully rolled the tan-colored hose up my legs and clipped them onto the garter. The hose felt so soft and sexy! I went into the closet and spent 30 minutes looking through all her stuff. She had so many pretty things, I thought to myself. I finally settled on a black and white skirt that came about four inches above my knee, and a black long sleeved sweater. I also decided on a pair of black high heel pumps that had a peekaboo toe and 3 inch heels. Knowing I needed jewelry to finish my look, I found some black dangly earrings, a matching black necklace and a ring. I took a final look in the mirror, and as I touched up my hair I found myself thinking that I looked pretty darn good and that I bet I could turn a few heads. What? - Why am I thinking like a girl? Gosh I've got to get back into my guy clothes soon. I took a deep breath and opened the bedroom. I walked confidently over to the kitchen area where Linda and Mrs. B were working on food for the day. The look on their face when they heard me come out and turned to see me was priceless. "Oh my gosh, Marci," Linda exclaimed, "you look ... Well, really nice. That's quite a outfit. I can't believe THAT was the outfit you picked out on your own. I mean you look great, but wouldn't you be more comfortable in slacks?" "Thank you," I said in my feminine voice as I did a little curtsey. "I just decided that if I had to be Marci I'd go all out! I thought it would be fun to dress it up a little and spend some time in these nice clothes." "Well you look great, Marci," Mrs. B said. "If I had known you like to wear dresses so much I would have given you one yesterday!" She gave me a wink and turned back around. She was acting like dressing this way was all my idea when she was the one who had insisted I dress this way. Linda turned to help her mom. I offered to help and soon was busy in the kitchen helping to chop and mix things. Once we got through, we played cards at the table for a while and just chatted. Soon it was noon. The phone rang and it was my parents and Mr. B. The weather was still bad south of us and the roads were impassable. They decided just to stay home and we would return on Sunday. After the call ended. Mrs. B turned and gave me a big grin. "Well, it looks like Marci can stay with us all weekend," Mrs. B said as she looked at me with a sultry look. Immediately, I knew I would be Marci for the remainder of the weekend. I WANTED to be Marci as long as I could. "Yes," I admitted to them. "Marci is here for the weekend," I said with a smile. We spent the afternoon watching TV, preparing dinner and just interacting as three girls would. In the afternoon, Mrs. B was looking at my feet in the pick-a-boo high heels. "Marci, I love your shoes but if you are going to wear that type of shoe, you MUST have your toenails done properly." "Take off your shoes and your hose. We must give you a pedicure," Mrs. B said. She and Linda went into Mrs. B's bedroom as I took off my high heel shoes and rolled down my hose. They soon returned with several things in their hands. "Sit down here. We need to give you a pedicure," Mrs. B said. I sat down and put my feet up. Mrs. B and Linda began their work, clipping toe nails, filing and painting my toenails with a nail polish that match my fingernails. After a while they stepped back. "There, let your nails dry before you put your hose back on," Mrs. B said. I could not believe the wonderful job they had done on shaping my toenails and painting them. They looked very feminine. I sat there admiring how pretty they had made my toe nails look. After a while I realized they were dry and put my hose and shoes back on. I could see what they meant. The look of the painted toe nails through the hose and the hole in the shoes looked so sexy. Linda and Mrs. B came in the room seeing me admiring the look. "So, what do you think? Very nice, huh?? Mrs. B asked. "I have to admit they look nice," I said. "You girls did a wonderful job. My feet look so sexy!" I said. After my nails dried, I put back on my hose and shoes. I stood and walked up and down the room, looking at my sexy feet. Soon, we all began working in the kitchen on the Thanksgiving dinner. That night we sat at the table with turkey and all the stuffing and had a wonderful dinner. After the dinner we were sitting and talking when Mrs. B said, "Marci, you look so wonderful today. You look so sexy! I hope you enjoyed the day." "I did," I found myself admitting. "Please don't tell anyone, but I have to admit I really enjoy being dressed up this way." "Don't worry," Linda said, "we won't tell anyone. We're glad you enjoy it and we enjoy having another girl around. It's so much more fun than having a boy here." We all laughed. "Since you've been honest with us, we want to be honest with you. But you must keep our secret as we keep yours," Mrs. B said. "Sure, what is it?" Mrs. B got up and went over to Linda. She bent down and began kissing her and rubbing her tits. It was not a mother-daughter kiss, but an open mouth french kiss. They kissed for about 30 seconds as both put their hands on each other's tits and rubbed them. Then they broke the kiss and grinned at me. "We like to have our girl on girl fun. We hope you will join us," Mrs. B said. They both smiled and came over to me. I just sat there in awe. Mrs. B began to kiss me. Linda knelt down and began to rub her hands on my nylon encased legs and up my thigh.. Soon I was kissing Mrs. B back and enjoying the feeling of Linda rubbing my legs and crotch through my panties. Mrs. B pulled my skirt up and looked at my panties and garter belt. Then she pulled me up and led me to her bedroom She went to her dresser and handed me a pink see-through baby doll nighty that matched the under things I had on. She told me to go in her bathroom and put on the babydoll nighty, but to leave on my panties, bra, garter, hose and shoes. I went into her bathroom and took off my skirt and sweater and put on the pink nighty. I also touched up my makeup and brushed my hair. Looking in the mirror I could not believe how sexy I looked. I looked like a model in the catalogs or some porn magazine. I went back in the bedroom and Mrs. B and Linda had changed into their nighties. They complemented me on how good I looked. I also told them they both looked very sexy as well They laid me on the bed and started kissing me again. Linda started rubbing my penis through my panties. She soon pulled my penis out and began sucking me. Mrs. B broke the kiss. I saw her reach under her nighty and pull her panties off. She climbed on top of me and put her pussy in front of my face and lowered herself on me. I began to lick and suck her pussy as she wiggled and pushed her pussy on my face. After a few minutes she moaned and a gush of liquid came from her. I tried to lick up as much as I could. I had never tasted a pussy before but it tasted yummy. Mrs. B then got up off me. Linda stopped sucking me. She pulled my panties off and then climbed up on the bed. She pulled me on top of her so we were now in a 69 position with me on top, resting on my elbows and knees. I began to lick her pussy as she licked and sucked me. Suddenly I felt something pressing on my anus. Then I felt a cool liquid being applied around my hole. I felt the head of something working the liquid around and into my hole. I pulled my head from Linda's pussy and looked back to see Mrs. B behind me wearing a strap-on dildo "What are you doing, Mrs. B?" I asked. "I'm going to fuck you with this dildo!" she said as she started putting it into me. "No, please..." I whined. "It'll hurt... And, I'm not gay..." I pleaded "I know you're not gay dear. But you're a girl, now. A very feminine girl. I think you'll like this... You really want this deep inside you don't you, you little whore?" Mrs. B taunted me as she continued to work it in me, deeper and deeper. "No.... please... Don't ..... I...... Oh..... Please......." I tried to protest, but as she started to pump it in and out of me I realized it didn't hurt... Much. As a matter of fact it was feeling pretty good! "Admit it, you little feminine bitch," Mrs. B taunted me as she continued to fuck me, "You want me to fuck you don't you? ... You're becoming a real woman now. You really want me to keep fucking you.... Don't you?" "Oh my gosh .... That feels amazing," I soon found myself saying. "Yes.. Fuck me... Please. Yes, I'm a girl and I love being fucked .... Please ... I'm your girly whore ... Fuck me!" I continued licking Linda's cunt as she begin to whimper and gush her fluids. Mrs. B continued to fuck me while Linda was still sucking me. I could not hold it back any more. I came in Linda's mouth like I had never come before. I let out a squeal like a girl. Linda eagerly swallowed my cum and Mrs. B pounded me a few more times and then withdrew. I rolled off Linda being fully drained. I saw Mrs. B go to the bathroom and clean off the dildo. She returned and got on the bed and mounted Linda. "And you... You are a slutty bitch and want to be fucked too, don't you?" Mrs. B said to Linda. "Yes, put it in me. I am such a slut I want your big hard cock in me. Fuck me .... I'm such a whore and you've got such a hard cock. Please.... Fuck me hard .."Linda was screaming. I realized that Mrs. B and Linda really got off on the role play and dirty talk during sex. "You little bitch. You're such a whore. You love being fucked. I might do your ass next time," Mrs. B screamed back to Linda. She and Linda kissed and sucked each other's tits as Mrs. B fucked her with the dildo. After a few minutes, Linda was moaning and having another orgasm. Mrs. B pulled out of her and looked at me as I was lying there beside them watching. She moved over and put the dildo in front of my face. "Suck it," Mrs. B ordered. "What?" I asked. "I said suck it you little bitch!," she ordered again more sternly as she forced the dildo in my mouth. It was still dripping with Linda's juices. I had no choice as Mrs. B forced the dildo into my mouth I and I began to suck on it as Mrs. B pumped it into my mouth. "Look Linda, "Mrs. B said, "our new little slut likes to suck dick too!" Linda and Mrs. B just giggled. Mrs. B had me do this for a few minutes and then withdrew it. I felt so humiliated but somehow so turned on too. Mrs. B took off the dildo and moved back over to Linda who was still lying on the bed. She and Linda were in a 69 position and began to lick and suck each other's pussies. I watched as they both soon climaxed again and then rolled so they were beside each other as they were exasperated, as was I. Mrs. B turned to me and kissed me. I could taste Linda's juices still on her face and mouth. "Welcome to the girl's club, Marci. I hope you enjoyed it." "Wow I never would have imagined something like this would happen," I admitted. "We want you to be Marci the rest of the week, until we leave and we'll have more play time like this." "That would be fun," I said. Mrs. B said we should all sleep together in her big bed. We all cleaned up but kept on our nighties and panties. I kept my bra and "breast" and my wig on too!. We all got in her bed with me in the middle. It took a while, but I finally fell to sleep snuggled between these two ladies. The next morning (Friday) they woke me up with kisses. We put on our robes and ate some breakfast. Afterwards I took a shower and shaved all my body hair again. I put my robe back on and went back into Mrs. B room and found a nice panty and bra set in ivory to wear. Linda came in and helped me with my makeup but made me do most of the work myself. I put my wig back on and spent 30 minutes picking out an outfit for the day. Since we would be around the house I picked out dark tights, a short jean skirt and a pink long sleeve sweater. I added some silver hoop earrings and a silver bracelet and two silver rings. I wore some loafer- styled pumps with a 3" heels. We watched TV and played cards. Around noon, there was a knock on the door. It was Mrs. Harper! I ran to my room and checked in the mirror to make sure I looked okay. I touched up my makeup and bushed my hair. I returned to the great room and greeted Mrs. Harper. She had come by the house as had noticed the rest of our families had not arrived. We explained the situation to her. She stayed and ate lunch with us. After a few hours she left to go home. She never indicated that she suspected I wasn't a real girl, so I guess I passed! That night after dinner, Mrs. B told me to come to her bedroom. She pulled out a black teddy that had garter clips attached and also gave me some black stockings. She also got a long black satin robe out of the closet and a pair of black, patient-leather stiletto heels. She told me to take these to my room and put them on. She and Linda would also change into some nighties. I did as she asked. As I pulled on the teddy it felt very nice. It encased my body and gave me a very feminine shape. I had to tuck myself quickly before things got out of hand! I touched up my makeup and hair also. I waited until I heard them in the great room. I walked in as sexily as I could with my robe flowing open. They were wearing panties, bras, merry widows with garters and stockings and high heels. Mrs. B was all in a dark blue and Linda was all in red. "Marci, that outfit looks great on you," Mrs. B said. "Model it for us. Walk around in front of us." I did my best to walk like a sexy model, spinning and putting my hand on my hip, flipping my hair back, etc. After a few minutes I walked back and did the "model stance" in front of them. "Wow, Marci," Linda said, "you look sexy in that outfit. Come here girl and sit with us." They had me sit between them on the couch and started feeling my legs and rubbing me all over, across the hose and the teddy. I began to rub them through their panties and hose. Soon they started kissing me all over. They even would kiss each other and then come back to me. Mrs. B reached down, unsnapped the crotch of the teddy, released my penis and it quickly grew hard. She started stroking it. We were all kissing and rubbing each other like three lesbians. Mrs. B pulled me down so I was laying on the couch. She then sat on my face and pulled her panties aside. I began to lick and suck her pussy her until she came. Linda went down on me and started sucking me. Soon I was coming into Linda's mouth. Mrs. B said she wanted some cum too, so Linda began kissing her and sharing my cum with her. Soon Mrs. B was gushing all over my face as I licked and sucked her clit. Mrs. B moved off me and Linda took off her panties and lowered herself on my face. I began to lick her pussy. I continued to lick Linda until she came over my face. Linda got off me and turned around and began to lick her juices off my face and then kiss me. Mrs. B had left the room and then came back with her strap on dildo in her hand. She bent down and whispered to me. "I know you want to be fucked again. Don't you? I know you do. I want to watch Linda fuck you. But, I want you to ask, no beg her for it." "Linda, will you please fuck me? I will be your sissy whore. Please fuck me..." I found myself begging her as I turned over and got on my elbows and knees with my ass up in the air. I even reached back and spread my boy-pussy for her to take. "Please Linda... Please.. I need to be fucked ... Please take me..." Linda put on the strap-on dildo and applied some lubricant. She got on the couch near my feet and spread my legs. I felt her insert the dildo against my boy-pussy and slowly began to fuck me pressing it further and further in me with each stroke. "Take it all you little whore. I know you want it," Linda said. "Oh god... Yes... Fuck me hard, Linda," I cried out. "I want you so much ... Please fuck me with all you've got." I was ge