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Alex's Adventures in a Land of Wonder Truth or Dare
© Nick B May 2007
I would never have thought that my mother would have taken me with her. I
was sixteen for God's sake and I had better things to do. Actually, I
didn't, but I could have found something and anything would have been
better than going there.
I'd got into trouble at school (not for the first time) earlier. It wasn't
my fault, but the teachers... well you know how teachers are and Mum had
gone ballistic. I was in deep shit and she told me she wasn't letting me
out of her sight over the holiday, so gone were any neat things I could
have got into. Even mooching around was out now.
So there I was with a face as long as a wet weekend sat there while mum
and Ronnie (short for Veronica) were chatting. I don't even know what they
were chatting about. It didn't seem to me to be about anything. They were
doing all those "Oh he never did" and "get away..." kinds of things and I
thought it was funny, but evidently, mum didn't.
I was bored and I couldn't help it. What really annoyed me was the fact
that they thought it was funny too. I was mimicking them with the "oh go
on with you" comments, but mum was determined not to let me have any fun
at all - punishment.
Ronnie could see that just the fact that I was there was getting on mum's
nerves and decided to step in before things got embarrassing and I guess I
should be grateful, because Ronnie's "boy's will be boys" attitude
probably saved me from even more crap >from mum.
Coincidentally, Ronnie's daughter Sharon came in at that very moment and
Ronnie decided it would be a good idea if she let me join in with her and
her friends. Well that went down well - NOT!
Both Sharon and I looked at our respective parents with looks of "do I
have to" and once it was affirmed that yes, we did have to, our
expressions turned to looks of "this isn't fair". Both of us stomped off
like teenagers do whenever they're told to do something they don't want to
in the direction of her room.
"You'd better not get in the way," said Sharon with a look that I have to
admit, I found just a teensy bit intimidating (pretty scary) before we
went into her room and I wasn't about to argue.
Inside Sharon's room, three of her friends were already looking through
comics and teen magazines and I just thought "yuck!" I wasn't looking
forward to this at all.
It didn't seem as though Becky, Colleen or Judy were particularly
impressed by the intrusion either, but that was fine by me. All I wanted
to do, was stay out of trouble long enough to get home without mum yelling
at me again.
What was probably worst of all was the fact that all four of these girls
were older than me. They were all sixteen and looked it. To them I wasn't
worthy of being stepped on; just a skinny little boy with about as much
right to be in their sanctum as a dog turd. "Just sit over there and
don't, don't make a sound," said Sharon with another one of those looks.
Funny, if another boy had said that to me, I'd have ended up scrapping
with him, but for some reason, Sharon's tone just struck the right chord
in me and I went over to the chair she'd pointed to and sat down -
quietly.
They started back on with their conversations that seemed to centre around
shoes, fashion's, shopping, soaps, oh and music. I got bored again and
started looking around. On the dresser next to me was one of those Rubik's
cubes and started twisting it this way and that.
It only took about five minutes, which was no record, but it was complete
by the time I had finished it.
"Who said you could touch... Hey!" said Sharon.
"How long have you had that for, Shaz?" asked Becky. "He's here for five
minutes and already finished it." Sharon was not best pleased.
"It was nearly finished already," she snipped. She took the cube from me
and stared at it, turning it over in her hands.
"How did you do this?"
"Pretty simple really..." I said and told her how.
It's one thing to know how it's done but something else entirely to do it
and I watched as Sharon (who was obviously the leader of this small bunch
of girls) gave the cube to Becky and told her to jumble it then pass it
on. By the time Colleen who was last, had twisted it this way and that, it
was pretty well messed up.
"Now let's see how clever you are," said Sharon with a smirk.
I didn't want to tell her that it was a technique, not what you started
with and this time it took me no more than three or four minutes before I
handed back the cube with all sides complete.
"How the fuck?" she asked.
I was feeling pretty smug now, being able to confound Sharon so easily,
but she wasn't convinced I hadn't watched the girls and just reversed
their actions.
"Turn round so you can't see," she said and I dutifully did as I was told.
Several minutes later, I was handed the cube again and with a very smug
look, Sharon asked me to get out of that one.
I did.
Finally, I was starting to get through and after about half a dozen times
of messing it up and putting it back, they got the message.
Mum called me at this point and I left them to it. I went into the kitchen
where mum and Ronnie were chatting and drinking coffee.
"Ronnie and I are going out for a couple of drinks. Can I trust you not to
screw this up?" she asked and I just shrugged, but this didn't go down at
all well.... "because if you can't..." There was one of mum's raised
eyebrows again and I knew that should I put just a toenail out of line, I
was going to be in the brown smelly stuff until I was old and grey.
"Yes mum," I said resignedly.
Ronnie called Sharon in.
"Oh what now?" she whined.
"I'm taking Aunty May for a drink. Alex will be staying here."
"Oh muuuuuum."
"What?" asked Ronnie with just a hint of bad things to come if this
attitude was maintained.
"Well," said Sharon, oblivious to the danger signs. Now I wouldn't say I
was more grown up than her, but when you've been in trouble as often as I
have, you tend to spot those little signals that scream not to go there.
This didn't seem to register with Sharon and on she went; the metaphoric
hole she was digging becoming a gaping maw in seconds.
"For a start, May is not my aunty or your sister and secondly you knew
that my friends were coming round tonight and I don't see why I should..."
Her protest was choked into silence when she was issued with a chilling
ultimatum to either keep an eye on me or her friends were leaving.
"Do I have to baby-sit?" she whinged.
"Hey! Just a minute..." I started, but my mouth clamped shut like a vice
when I saw the look on mum's face and thought better of it, which needless
to say, meant that the adults won - not that that's any big surprise and
once again Sharon and I went off towards Sharon's room. I detoured to the
toilet first, which was probably a good thing, hearing Ronnie and mum
shout "goodbye we won't be long" from where I was sitting.
I washed up and headed for Sharon's room.
"I can't believe our evening's going to be completely ruined by that
twerp," she said. I felt about as welcome as a fart in a space suit and
held back going in.
"Come on, he's not that bad."
"That's not the point. It was just supposed to be us and now it's ruined;
ruined!"
"Give him a chance, Shaz. Anyway, I think he's cute."
"You would."
I opened the door and I could see in each of their faces that they thought
maybe I'd heard what they'd been saying. I could see who thought I was
cute - Becky - as she was beet red and trying desperately to hide behind
her little hands.
I didn't say whether I had heard or not. I just felt a little less alone
knowing that at least one of them didn't think I was that bad, but I still
wished that the ground would open up and swallow me whole.
I was acutely aware that apart from Becky, who appeared to be happy just
chilling out, the rest were pretty hacked off about having to share their
precious time with a boy. I decided to head them off at the pass.
"Look, it's no good giving me the ice treatment. I don't like this any
more than any of you do. If I hadn't been dropped in it at school today, I
wouldn't even be here."
"What happened?" asked Judy.
"Someone took my pencil rubber off my desk and chucked it at one of the
girls. The teacher assumed it was me and I got sent home. Well that went
down like a sack of shit as far as mum was concerned and here I am."
"That seems a bit of an overreaction to send you home," said Sharon.
"It's not the first time I've ended up in trouble for something like
this."
"Ah. Do you know who it was?"
"Oh yes. I know who it was alright, but what do I do? If I tell the
teacher who did do it, I spend the rest of my life being beaten up and
this seemed like a better alternative. Not that I had a choice." The
atmosphere got noticeably less frosty at that point and a truce was
called, which instantly made me feel better.
Sharon raised the atmosphere a bit more by suggesting that we all play a
game. I thought Monopoly or Cluedo, perhaps even Scrabble at a pinch, but
then she gave me the severe heebie-jeebies by suggesting truth or dare.
I knew how this went and the thought of playing it with four girls scared
the pants off me. The beginning wasn't too bad, I answered my questions as
did the others, but then they were pretty tame anyway; favourite actors,
actresses, singer, that sort of thing, but then
Sharon threw a spanner in the works by asking which boys they had kissed.
I of course couldn't answer. I hadn't even kissed a girl and I don't need
to tell you that the idea of kissing another boy was just about up there
with the idea of shoving wasps up my arse.
Becky, Judy and Colleen immediately started giggling and covered their
mouths and Sharon looked at me. She was shocked.
"Oh!" she said. "I forgot." I think that for the briefest time, she forgot
that I was a boy, not that I was there and her expression suddenly
changed.
"I think we need to make Alex a little more at home, don't we?" The girls
looked as gobsmacked as me. I mean I had no idea what she was talking
about. I already felt more at home than I had imagined I would. They
seemed to have accepted me as part of the crowd pretty readily, so what
could she possibly mean?
I think Colleen was the first to catch on, followed swiftly by Judy, which
just left Becky and me. I must be slow or something, but then as Sharon
began rooting through drawers in an almost frenzy, I started to get the
picture.
Becky started giggling and the colour started to drain from my face. I
tried to get out, but Judy got to the door and locked it, taking the key
and putting it down her top.
"Oh no," she said, wagging her finger at me. "You're not going anywhere,
buster."
I think I'd rather have faced Bill Johnson, the school bully than these
three, who were fast becoming four as Becky joined in.
Within no time, I was being undressed and dressed in a flurry of hands and
giggles.
I did struggle. I struggled like a man possessed, but it didn't make any
difference. I think I caught Judy on the thigh and all that did, was make
her redouble her efforts. In the end, I was pinned down, tears running
down my face as my jeans, boxers and t-shirt were all replaced by other
items, the first of which being a pair of yellow cotton panties, then
black tights, a tartan kilt, training bra and a white blouse.
"That's better!" said Sharon, getting up flushed, but satisfied. "Didn't
hurt, did it?"
"What have you done for Christ's sake?"
"Wasn't just me."
"And your point is? Look at me, I look stupid and I feel worse."
"You look cute," said Becky in a small voice.
"She's right. You look just perfect, or you will when we've put some
makeup on you."
"Oh come on Sharon."
"Well you did have a forfeit, a dare. This is it."
"I wish I'd have known before we started."
"What and ruin all the fun?" said Judy and all four girls collapsed in
gales of laughter.
I wasn't happy.
"My mum's going to be back soon, You gotta let me get my own clothes back
on." I said in my best pleading voice.
"He even sounds like one of us!" said Sharon.
"I mean it," I said trying to be assertive. "Look, I've done my forfeit,
my dare, now let me get my own stuff back on."
"Oh no; our mother's are not going to be back until closing time, if I
know my mum anyway. We've got loads of time and I think we were playing a
game weren't we?"
I sat back on the bed, looking at my legs poking out of the skirt, well
kilt anyway, feeling the strange constriction around my chest and seeing
the odd lumps sticking out of it.
The tights were tight, in a curiously reassuring way and I was a bit
confused as none of it seemed out of place. Perhaps it was because I was
sitting in amongst others who were all dressed in a similar fashion;
skirts, blouses and so forth.
I was a bit half-hearted about playing the game now. For a start, I was
constantly distracted by the feelings of these new clothes that wrapped,
encased and draped in places that kept catching me off guard - especially
the tights, which rubbed every time I moved and reminded me how I was
dressed - as if I needed a reminder.
Distracted or not, the game progressed and it wasn't long before I had to
pay another forfeit and I already knew what this meant.
I couldn't be bothered to struggle this time and I think that this caused
Colleen and Becky at least to lose a lot of the enthusiasm they had in the
beginning, but Sharon and Judy more than made up for that and within about
ten minutes, I was fully made up and even had some shoes to wear (although
they were a bit big for me).
Should I have put up more of a fight? I suppose so, but there was the
chance of coming out the other end looking like Coco the Clown and I admit
that I was actually curious to see what the end result would be.
I wished I hadn't.
I looked to all intents and purposes like I was a real girl.
My small frame didn't look at all out of place dressed as it was. I had
small but noticeable breast bumps on my chest and the makeup just made the
whole thing even more realistic; like a fourteen year-old, trying to look
older.
"Omigosh!" said Sharon.
"Bloody-hell!" I added which was repeated by all of us when we heard the
front door open.
"I just popped back to tell you that we're staying on. We'll be back about
eleven-thirty," said my mum and the door closed again.
"See? I told you. That's what you get when the pub's almost at the front
door."
I was sunk. I was well and truly at the mercy of these young women.
Truth is it wasn't that bad. After a while I stopped thinking about the
makeup and was just conscious of the clothing. As I said, the tights were
the main thing as some times my legs wouldn't look like mine then I'd move
and they would rub together reminding me of the fact that I wasn't dressed
as a boy.
The truth or dare game fizzled out shortly after. I don't think there was
anything that could top changing a boy into a girl and Judy and Sharon
went to get some drinks, while Colleen went to the toilet.
Becky appeared to be engrossed in some teen magazine and I sat on the bed
wondering what horrors lay in store for me as I caught a glimpse of myself
in the mirror.
"Oh Jesus. What have they done?" I mumbled.
"I think you look lovely," said Becky.
I smiled, but it wasn't heartfelt. The idea of looking 'lovely' didn't
really ring right. I was a boy and boys look 'handsome' or 'dashing' or
better still, 'buff', but I knew that the last one wasn't me; I was so
skinny, I had to walk around in the shower to stay wet.
I felt the bed move and Becky shuffled round, kneeling behind me starting
to fuss with my hair.
"You just need to relax. It's only a game after all."
"That's easy for you to say. If you wear jeans and t-shirt or skirts or
dresses, it doesn't matter, you still look like you. Look at what happens
to me."
She didn't appear to be listening, she just let out a dreamy kind of
"hmmm" as she continued to fuss and fiddle with my hair, running her
fingers through it this way and that, curling bits forward and others back
and I have to say, I found it quite relaxing. I closed my eyes and started
to lose myself in the feeling.
Suddenly she grabbed my face and pulled it up and when I opened my eyes,
had her face not been right there, I would have been staring at the
ceiling. She bent forward and kissed me full on the lips.
It was my first kiss and I was quite shocked. It was a lot nicer than I
expected and when she pulled away, I think I was still there, head back,
eyes closed and lips puckered.
She shuffled round again and pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me,
which meant that her skirt - which was pretty short anyway - rode up still
further and gave me a nice view of her underwear before she almost
pounced, covering my mouth with hers.
I felt her tongue pushing at my lips and let mine part, tasting a mixture
of my lips and hers finding that alone quite intoxicating, but before I
could get used to it, her tongue was snaking around my mouth and whether
it was reflex or not, I started to copy, fencing, snaking and generally
getting well into this game of tonsil-hockey.
I could feel my member getting involved too as she ground herself into me,
sliding back and forth over my hips, the kilt now round my waist and the
heat she was generating obvious against my hardening flesh even through
the tights and panties.
"Holy cow!" said a voice from the doorway. "That's sooo fucking hot."
Who said it, I don't know, but Becky wasn't in any mood to stop what she
was doing and I was getting much too far into what we were both doing as
not to care much either.
Seconds later I felt the bed move and I assume that it must have been
Sharon and Judy that got on.
I could only imagine what they were doing and while I didn't really dwell
on it, just that initial thought made my thingy twitch and get so hard it
started to hurt. I think Becky noticed, because she ground herself onto it
even harder and I don't know what was happening to me, but I didn't want
it to stop.
"For Christ sake, you lot. Couldn't you wait?" said another voice from the
doorway. This time, I assume it was Colleen who had previously been in the
smallest room, but seconds later, there was a bounce on the bed and she I
think must have joined in the fun.
Becky sat up momentarily, breathing hard and scooted backwards, grabbing
the top of my tights, yanking them down towards my knees and collecting
the panties on the way.
My little soldier was stood rigidly to attention, twitching with each
heartbeat now and I was too far gone to care that we were not alone in the
room.
She slid back and encircled my hardness with her fingers, sliding her hand
up and down whilst grinning and I think it was more luck than anything
that prevented me from going 'pop' right there and then.
I could hear mumbling and muffled noises from around us, but I was
concentrating on Becky as she let me go, stood up and shucked off her
panties, stepping out of them before getting back onto the bed astride me.
I knew what was coming, but in my wildest dreams I couldn't have pictured
it this way as she smiled and holding my rigid tool, lowered herself onto
me, running the tip back and forth along the length of her sex before
slowly - agonisingly slowly, lowering herself down the rest of the way.
I could feel everything inside her as my turgid tool slipped further and
further in and I reached up to put my hands on her breasts, feeling the
hardened nipples as I gently slid my palms over them through her blouse
and bra.
I stopped fondling when she started to move up and down on my tool, going
to the buttons of her blouse, releasing each one with extreme difficulty
as I tried to get to grips with using my hands at the same time that she
was bouncing up and down on me, filling me with feelings I had never felt
before, my mind a whirl of wonder.
She had to help and stopped bouncing, but she didn't stop altogether, she
just settled for grinding herself as far down as she could as she undid
her blouse and bra, freeing her generous-sized breasts.
Once free, she shook, jiggling them and giggling at the same time as she
put her hands on my chest. Grinning broadly she lifted herself up until I
was nearly out of her then rammed herself down. Both of us gasped and I
for one nearly went through the roof.
I can't say I lasted too much longer after that. This was my first time
after all and I could feel it welling up from about fifty miles away as it
headed full steam towards its conclusion at about mach 2 and still
accelerating.
When it hit, I was completely overwhelmed. I must have cried out or
thrashed about or both as she continued to bounce, the sensations I was
getting almost too much to take, but she wasn't finished and with her
fingers a blur, she managed to bring herself off before I lost all
rigidity. With a long gasp or several, she slumped forward onto my chest
and snuggled into my neck.
My eyes were like saucers, my body shaking as she slipped off me and
snuggled in still further, I thought she was going to climb into my skin,
which at that point in time, I would have been quite happy to have happen.
I think it was the round of applause that brought both of us back to
reality. Becky blushed and hid in my neck and I don't think I was far
behind, trying to look round at the other three girls who were all in
varying stages of undress.
I'd have been more than happy to call it a day there and then, but there
were three other girls there all of whom had other ideas.
Colleen made the first move, almost diving down, pushing Becky's legs
apart and instantly making loud slurping noises. My eyes were already like
saucers and I couldn't open them any wider, but Sharon and Judy with
predatory looks both came for me.
Judy knelt astride my head, lowering her pussy onto my face, while Sharon
did something I would have never imagined, taking my now shrivelled tool
into her mouth. By Christ that felt good as she licked and sucked with the
power of a vacuum cleaner and pretty soon, my tool was as hard as it had
been, but it was difficult to concentrate on one thing with both ends
occupied.
Sharon moved forward and straddled me, lowering onto my now well
lubricated tool and it wasn't until Judy got off me for better access to
Sharon, that I realised that I was in Sharon's rear and she leaned back,
my tool clearly visible before Judy went to town on her pussy.
I could go on and on about what else happened, but it was all just
variations on a theme. By the time the parents returned, everything was
back to normal, well, as normal as could be. I was back in jeans and t-
shirt, but the difference was, I was now wearing Becky's panties - at her
request and we were all sat watching something on the TV in the lounge,
with Becky snuggled in beside me. I still had 'punishment' to face when I
got home, but I was sure if it was anything like tonight had been, I'd
survive.
Fin?
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