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This is the first story I have written. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. If anybody likes this story and would like it to be continued, let me know. This story contains graphic sexual acts and you must be of legal age to read this work of fiction. There is some urine play involved so if your not into this type of thing, pass it up. Legal stuff: Do not recreate any of the scenarios described herein; doing so could result in permanent injury and or death. The author assumes no legal responsibility if you do! NaughtyCindy Want to stop Smoking? It was a beautiful day, blue skies and the temperature was in the low 80's. Sam was ecstatic. It was the end of his shift and he was happy to be off work for the next couple of weeks. He needed a vacation and the thought of not having to work for a few days appealed to him. Sam had been driving home for only five minutes when his thoughts turned to sex. He did this everyday and everyday it was the same; he would fantasize about his sexual desires. He was addicted to sex. It was always the same old dream, coming home and finding his wife devilishly dressed as his mistress, waiting for him to enter the house and bow down to her. Of course she would be holding a whip and would force him to dress up as a woman. His mistress would make him do the womanly chores and humiliate him, threaten to expose his true self and find ways to physically and mentally torture him. She would tied him up, force him to play the part of a woman with his ass and mouth, he would be forced to watch his wife fuck and suck other guys that were much more man than him. His mistress would force him to clean her out, make him eat all the creamy cum. These thoughts always caused Sam to get an erection. This was his desires, dreams and his addiction. He knew already his wife would never get into the life style. He new the odds of getting to experience his dreams with his wife being a willing and wanting participant were non-existent. Reality sets in and Sam gets depressed. As a young man Sam did the traditional thing and found a wife. Despite the fact that Sam wanted most of his life to become female, he did in fact find himself attracted to women. He was hopeful that he would find someone who would not mind his dressing up and the bondage games he loved so much. He hoped that he could find someone who would love to be his mistress. In his early twenty's he found Pam. She was a petite girl standing at 5'4 weighing less than 100 lbs. Pam was a beautiful long haired brunette, sported a beautiful ass and rather small breasts. Pam and Sam were made for each other. They loved the same things, got along so well together and hated to be apart from one another. Pam was so prim and proper and any deviation from anything that was considered main stream normal was taboo. Sam somehow forgot to tell her of his fetishes until after they tied the knot. Actually he was afraid to tell her, he was chicken, not man enough to tell her. Nonetheless time when on. When Sam married Pam he thought he could forget about his secret desires and just learn to be normal. Sam liked normal sex, but as time passed he became bored with vanilla sex. His secret desires preoccupied him. He needed more. Within the first year of their marriage Sam finally confessed to Pam everything except for wanting to actually be a female. She was shocked and just about left him when she learned the truth. Deep down inside Pam was convinced that he wanted to be a woman and she made it clear that if that was the case she could not handle it. Sam denied the truth about that and insisted his desires were just a fetish, just a game he liked to play. Time passed and over the years she got to the point that she would tolerate his so called fetish. Pam would every now and again participate, but it was so painfully obvious that she wanted nothing to do with it. Sam knew she was repulsed by it, that she was just doing it to pacify him, to prevent another argument between them. Reality ate at him; he wanted that which he would never have. Sam continued his trek home dreaming that perhaps one day maybe this weekend Pam would let loose of her straight and narrow ways and force him to dress up and she would be his mistress. Not just be his mistress but actually get into the roll and find it enjoyable. Sam needed more, it had to be real somehow, at least as close to real as it could get. Who wouldn't want to be a mistress he thought. You get to have a slave that is devoted to you, will wait on you hand and foot and do anything you ask. Sam longed so badly to be forced to dress up, to be placed into various situations that provided possible brief exposure and involved heavy bondage. He wished to be controlled and forced to dress up. Just thinking these thoughts drove both waves of excitement and waves of depression threw his sole. Pulling into his driveway his thoughts returned to reality and the week ahead. Sam is happy that at least he is on vacation. "Hi hunny I'm home," Sam announces as he enters the house. Pam returns a greeting indicating she is in the family room. He walks in, sits down next to her and gives his typical kiss hello. They exchange their normal 'how was your day' chats and begin to make plans for dinner. Sam looks at Pam and can tell that something is not quite right with her. "What's the matter with my baby?" Sam asks as he puts his arm around her. Pam changes the subject from dinner plans to express what she wants Sam to think is bothering her. "Sam, I know I have asked you for quite some time to stop smoking." Before she could continue Sam cut her off as he always does. "Please tell me you're not starting off our vacation like this?" Pam looks at him with a pitiful look. "I don't want to fight Sam, but I had an idea that I thought you might find attainable for both of us." Sam sits back, rolls his eyes and waits for Pam's latest war of words. "Pam baby, I don't want to fight, please don't start up this crap, we're on vacation, dam it". Pam looks off and halfhearted agrees to not start in on him. A moment later Pam starts again, "I'm sorry Sam but I have a great idea and if you would only listen I think you will like it. Not to mention it involves you getting dressed up and treated to a lot of cock!" Shocked, Sam sits a little confused and then imagines that Pam is only saying this to pacify him like she always does. He wants no part of this as it won't be real, so he gets up and begins to walk toward the bedroom. She follows him and once inside she stands behind him and places her arms around him. "I am sorry I didn't mean to start our vacation off in a bad way but I do want to help you stop smoking." Pam lightly bites on his ear and starts flicking his nipples while grinding her hips against Sam's butt. For a moment he forgets that she doesn't like playing his fetish games and he begins to feel that oh so wonderful feeling as she plays magic on his nipples. In a child like manor Sam pulls away and sits with his arms folded, his eyes fixed on anything other than Pam. She becomes frustrated. "All right, the way I see it you need to stop smoking but every time you try, you become a pain in the ass to deal with. The same thing happens when you don't have the opportunity to dress up, get tied up and fucked often enough." His eyes turn toward her. Pam looks at Sam and continues. "The way I figured it, I can kill two birds with one stone. All I can say that if your interested and wish to quit smoking, not to mention seeing how far you can go with your cross dressing and bondage fetish, you will have to trust me. You have one hour to think about it before you answer. You might as well go outside and smoke your brains out while you decide." Pam left the house and drove off without telling Sam where she was going. Outside Sam lit up, and took a long drag on his old favorite Virginia slims 120's. Many thoughts raced through his mind in particular where Pam wanted to go with this. Desperate and realizing that fewer and fewer opportunities presented themselves, he decided that he would take a chance and see what comes of it. Pam pulled back into the drive exactly an hour after she left. She had planned this day out for quite some time. Unaware to Sam, she even had him schedule his vacation to accommodate her plot. Sam had reacted exactly as she expected. All was going according to plan. Pam knew she was just using his smoking as an excuse, the truth be told she was arranging something very devious. Besides, he needs to stop smoking anyways. Since childhood, Pam and her best friend Candie always shared everything. They never keep secrets from each other and that continued to be the case even now. Candie who happens to be a devoted swinger loves to confide in Pam about her sexual adventures. The two of them get together for lunch every Sunday. Candie would always tell her tale of the previous nights events. Pam loves to listen to Candie's adventures like reading a good book and when she heard tales about her experiences with well endowed partners, she would listen intently absorbing every detail. Pam was especially interested and would get very wet when Candie spoke about experiences with multiple partners. Candie would go into great details explaining how good it felt being so completely filled, stretched out beyond her wildest dreams. How it felt to be taken from every orifice and be the center of attention. Pam fantasized about being taken by multiple men, especially men that were well endowed. This was something she would never tell Sam. Pam wanted sex. After all she is lucky if she could get Sam to fuck her four or five times a year. Even with that, he could never stay hard and his dick was so small. Pam so badly wanted to feel like a woman, she longed to be able to reach intense orgasms, to feel full and complete. What made it worse was listening to Candie week after week speaking about how good sex is for her. Pam was jealous. She has never been with another man or seen another cock except for Sam's. Pam had fantasized about being used and simultaneously taken by multiple well endowed men. She denied these desires, but as time went on, constantly hearing Candie's escapades and realizing her own dull sex life, she gave in. After all, Sam can't or won't make love to her. She needed a man, needed to feel like a woman. But she couldn't bring herself to cheat. She spoke about her troubles with Candie. Pam finally told her everything. She told her everything about Sam, their marriage and their no-existent sex life. Pam confessed that they have sex so seldom and when they do it is not gratifying at all. After hearing her detailed story Candie offered to help. Candie was amused when she found out what Sam didn't have between his legs, amused that a man of his physical size had such a desire to be a woman. Candie understood where Pam was coming from and had offered some good advice for her to think about. Candie indicated that Sam's fetishes were no different than her desire for big cock. In fact the only difference was they each desired something that mattered to themselves. They each had their own desires, but despite that they still loved one another and have stuck it out all these years. Pam realized how right Candie was. Having sex from a well hung man didn't mean she didn't love Sam. In fact, if they each allowed the others desires to materialize, it would foster greater love for one another. From that point forward she began to plan out how to satisfy both of them. In the thick of her plans of infidelity she figured as long as she is going to do it, she may as well go all out. Candie told her not to fret; she understood and would help arrange for her a night with a real man and help her with Sam. A night of lust with no strings attached with someone who knew how to use his cock to please a woman. Candie promised Pam that she would be amazed at what she had missed all these years. Pam thought to herself that she needed to at least try; she needed something more, after all her husband didn't bother to tell her about his secret desires until after they wed and his love making skills were none existent. He would do better as a woman than a man. Sam could here the sounds of her heels clicking on the driveway as she made her approach to the house. Pam walked inside and found him. "Well Sam, have you made up your mind?" She said as a matter a fact. "Oh and by the way, I forgot to tell you Sam, there was a little bit more to my offer than you're aware of." I knew it, that bitch can never just let things be... "Sam, I expect you to answer me and I will tell you the other parts of my offer only if you agree right now and say yes. I am giving you no more than 10 seconds to respond." He sat down and looked directly into her eyes. "Sam, you either can agree to my terms and quit smoking or I will nag you for the rest of our lives together. Not to mention I will never ever again be a part of your little dress up fetish." He knows there is not much use arguing with her when she's acting this way and he does not want to loose the little bit of sexual involvement she does give him. Sam already decided that he might as well play along and see what develops. He hopes this will be enjoyable and maybe Pam will actually get into it. "All right Pam, you win." "Good. Now Sam, I want you to go get all dressed up and be back in the living room in two hours. And Sam, you better look as slutty as possible, I will tell you the rest of my terms later!" He prepared to get dressed. No need to shave as Sam regularly waxes and keeps everything on his body hairless except his eye brows and pubic patch down below. Sam jumped into the shower and quickly gave himself a long and cramping enema to make sure his system was clean and empty. Then he pampered himself with some of Pam's scented soaps. After the shower he quickly patted himself dry and gave himself some time for his legs to dry thoroughly enough to put on a pair of shear jet black stockings. He put on his black gaff, black panties and a hip enhancer. Of course Sam pulled his small cock between his legs and he pushed his balls up into his abdomen. He loved the smooth look this gave him in front. Sam put on his favorite pair of women's Levis. He always loves this part as the enhancer fills the jeans and makes his ass look nice and round. Sam put on his breast form holster bra and the forms. Sam had bought forms that were the largest size he could find. He loves the fact that his forms give him a nice F-cup. Pulling a long blue turtle neck sweater over his head and tying the sash in front he looks at himself in the mirror. Sam smiles as he physically feels like his mind thinks he should. He puts on a pair of five inch hot pink stilettos, hot pink belt and clip on ear rings. Sam looks into the mirror and admires his work. Despite the fact he still is not passable he is pleased with his new shape. He proceeds to apply makeup: foundation, blush, jet black water proof eye liner, multiple shades of pink eye shadow, three coats of water proof mascara. He paints his lips with bright hot pink lipstick and walks through a light mist of perfume. Sam puts on his shoulder length blonde wig and tosses his hair with his hands. All he has left to do is glue on his nails. Sam keeps multiple sets of nails that have already been filed to size and polished. He selects the hot pink set and lightly sands his own nails to provide a greater surface area for the glue to adhere to. He found that this works great when he combines the procedure with a good cleaning of the prepared nail surface with alcohol or acetone. Sam discovered that this method enables such a great bond that getting the nails off is next to impossible and most of the time painful! Finished with his so called transformation he walks to the living room and waits for Pam. Pam walks into the living room and inspects Sam's transformation from head to toe. Deep inside she is laughing at how ridiculous he looks but maintains her composure. "Sam your eyes are not blue enough. Here I have a fix for that." Pam hands him a set of color contacts. "Put these in." Sam is excited that she is trying to help him look better. He struggles with the contacts having never worn them before. Pam helps him with the contacts and pop there on. "That looks so much better; your eyes are so attractive now." He starts to complain. "I can't see a thing Pam!" She knows full well that the contacts that she just placed in his eyes will prevent him from seeing at all. "Relax Sam; it takes a few minutes for your eyes to adjust." He starts to feel very uneasy not being able to see. Pam grabs his right hand and tells him to follow her. He is lead into their backyard patio right in the one place that if the neighbors look through their bay window and glance over the fence his secret is out! Sam panics having a good sense of direction and knows full well where his is. Sam begins to complain, "I am dressed to the nines - what if I am caught?" His thoughts are interrupted as he feels the cold metal of thumb cuffs as his hands are locked behind his back. Pam ties his legs tightly together at his feet. He tries to verbally protest, but his words are interrupted. Sam feels something pressing up to his hot pink painted lips. "Open wide," Pam says. He opens his mouth allowing a thick cock gag into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the invader that's sliding into his mouth and he can feel the head of the rubber cock. Sam feels a strap tighten around his nose and the top and back of his head forcing the gag uncomfortably into his mouth. He hears the sound of a click and he knows that Pam just locked the intruder in place. The gag is large. With his tongue he can feel the veins running down the length of the cock. Pam inflates the gag which expands, completely filling his mouth. He discovers quickly that the gag has a hole or a tube going thru it. She attaches yet another strap around his legs just above his knees. A moment later she tells him, "tilt your head back Sam. I am going to pour a little water through the gag into your mouth to make sure your mouth stays nice a wet for that cock." Sam tilts his head back and within seconds he feels a rush of water hitting his throat. Not being able to close his mouth to swallow as he is so used to doing, Sam chokes a little bit and some of the fluid forces back thru his nose. "Calm down Sam. I am going to do a little more, relax and just let it flow. Pretend you're giving some hot guy a long blow job and he is spilling his seed in your mouth." Pam wipes his nose and then pours a little more water into the gag. Sam manages to keep it this time. Pam sticks one of his cigarettes into the tube which exits the cock gag. She lights it up. "Enjoy this, as it is the last time you will ever smoke again." Sam finds that he can inhale thru the gag but has to exhale thru his nose. Pam shoves earplugs into his ears depriving him of sound. Standing and unable to move Sam wonders what is next. Pam leaves him where he is and goes back into the house and gets dressed for her evening ahead. After what seemed like forever Sam suddenly feels hands quickly and forcefully pushing against his chest. Due to his immobile legs and stilettos he loses balance and falls backwards onto a wood chair that is rested against the house. Pam ties his legs to the bottom of the chair and his waist to the back of the chair. She is very pleased as she looks at her handy work, he is so completely defenseless. Pam goes into the house and comes back out with her digital camera. Smiling she takes picture after picture of Sam. He is oblivious of the modeling he is performing. She returns into the house downloads and prints some of the pictures. On cue, there is a knock on the door. Candie arrived to help with Sam. Sam is beginning to feel tired and it seemed like hours have passed before he felt Pam's fingers remove a single ear plug. Sam is irritated that so much time has passed. He thinks that she is just fucking with him and not really wanting to play. Unaware to Sam, Candie is there as well. Candie remains very quiet. "Ok Sam here is the rest of the deal." Standing in front of him Pam holds out a set of pictures. "What you don't know is that I have a set of pictures I took of you a half hour ago. These pictures show you fully dressed like a slut! You will have to trust me on this as I know you can't see anything. Can you at least feel them?" She asks as she brushes the smooth pictures across his face. "These will be emailed to everyone you know and I will upload them into a website for public view if you back out of this deal and if I ever catch you smoking again. Also you will do anything I ask of you and you will let me do anything I want. And I mean anything. So now you have one last chance to let me know if you want to continue. Is your answer going to be yes or is it going to be no? Nod your head to answer me." Sam freaks out. She wouldn't do that he thinks to himself. Quickly he figures that it would embarrass her if anyone outside their marriage found out about his cross dressing and she is just bluffing. But he likes the other part of her deal about doing anything, she's getting into this. "Answer me Sam and don't think I won't email the pictures." Sam knows she's bluffing. "I have already made other arrangements if you back out and trust me you don't want to know what they are. Besides I am growing tired of waiting to be fucked by that small cock of yours. Any time you decided to fuck me it never stays hard. Don't think you have the only cock in this world." Sam mulls over her last comment 'what the fuck is she talking about?' Pam is not standing for any hesitation in his answer. "Suit yourself; since you won't answer me you leave me no choice. I will be back after I post these pictures." Sam starts to moan into his gag. "What Sam? Did you say something?" He nods his head yes. "Are you agreeing to my terms?" He nods yes again. "Good. Now Sam, I want to ask you a question, I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from you. You like dressing up because deep down you really wish you were a woman don't you? You really wish you had your own pussy and not a cock, you wish you were a woman right Sam? You wish you could be fucked in your pussy and ass and suck off a real cock and swallow real cum don't you? Answer me." Sam feels the gag begin to inflate again. "Tell me the truth Sam." He nods his head yes. "See, telling the truth wasn't so bad. Well then, let me explain the rest of my terms to you. First you will remain out here for the rest of the night. You will be in plain view for any of the neighbors to see and I don't care if they do! Tomorrow you will be released, but you will have a hooded dildo gag locked over your head. Surprise, I have been researching your bondage fetish and found a website to purchase many nasty devices. I bought a very expensive and high quality gag. The hood has zippered eye and ear holes. It has holes for the nose which can be closed off if I so choose. Both the hood and the dildo gag are inflatable. Make no mistake about it, when I am done the hood will fit your head like a glove and it is going to be oh so tight! And the dildo gag, well it will be inflated so much that it fill your mouth completely. You wont be able to hear as I am making sure you're deaf by using ear plugs. Obviously you will not be able to talk or smoke! You will not be able to see or hear anything until morning. Basically you will be deaf, dumb and blind." Sam's heart starts to race as major panic sets in. Oh crap what have I gotten myself into? "Oh I almost forgot; the dildo in the hood has an air passage just like the one that is in your mouth right know. You can breathe thru it if I seal off the openings to your nose and with the passage you can receive any fluids I want for you to drink. I want you to think long and hard about that because you will be drinking many special things! Your hands will be restrained all weekend. The way I planned this, you will have no sense of time. In your ass you will have a nice thick dildo buried there for such a long time. The dildo will be attached via a harness and it will be locked to prevent you from removing it. You will be allowed to relieve yourself when I choose to let you. You will receive no food. At times during this weekend I might attach a dildo to the front of your hood so you can service me. And that's just a maybe. If you think I am being easy on you, don't worry there will be many other things I am going to do to torture you. You need not worry your pretty self about that. Well that's about it. Now remember you agreed that I can do anything I want. So I am going out dancing and then I going to find some real cock. You can come with me if you like! Do you want to come along and watch, see what a real mans cock looks like, see how it is used?" Muffled sounds come from Sam. "Well Sam? Since you're not answering me I guess you don't want to go. I will be back later, don't go anywhere!" Candie smiles a devious grin listening to Pam fuck with his mind. Pam sticks the ear plug back into his ear and leaves for the club. Sam panics and wonders if Pam has left like she said. She wouldn't fuck another man. No way she's to prim and proper. She is just messing with my mind. Sam realizes that he can't hear anything and doesn't know if she is really left or if she is making the whole thing up in an effort to scare him. Maybe she is just sitting in the house. Sam estimates that it must be around eight pm and figures he is in plan view of the neighbors if they choose to be nosy. "I am so screwed. Oh god what am I going to do?" Sam struggles thinking he can get out of his bonds. He tries to twist his thumbs out of the thumb cuffs but all he manages to do is wear his skin raw. Sam feels wetness running down on his chest as a stream of saliva falls from his cock gagged mouth. He is growing very tired trying to escape and in a last attempt unsuccessfully tries to wiggle his legs to loosen the straps that hold his knees and ankles so tightly together. Sam's calves begin to cramp from the stilettos that are forcing his feet in an unwelcome angle. He struggles to listen to see if he can hear any sound at all to know if Pam is still home. No luck. Sam thinks a little more and figures that it is getting dark outside and that he is not very visible which is a good thing with where he is seated. What he doesn't know is Candie is standing only a few feet in front of him. She is so amused at his predicament, watching him trying to escape. It has become dark outside, and Candie decides that she should shed some light on Sam's situation. Walking into the house she turns on the outdoor lighting illuminating poor Sam. Candie was feeling very devilish, full of mischief and she was squirming. She was beside herself having hours carrying out the first part of the plan Pam and she spent weeks arranging. Candie walked back out to the patio and stood only a couple feet behind Sam. Reaching out Candie used her fingers to forcibly remove the blinding contacts from Sam's eyes. Next she removed his earplugs and then placed her hands on each side of his face to prevent him from turning his head around. Sam thought that it was Pam who had returned and was messing with him. There was a steam of drool spewing from his cock gagged mouth. Candie let loose of Sam's face and slowly walked around to his front side. Sam's eyes grew wide and he obviously wanted to retreat. She could sense the worry in him when his eyes made contact with her. "Sam I think that is wonderful that you are coming out of the closet. Pam asked me to watch over you to make sure you're safe. She didn't want to arrive home and find something has happened to you. She cares so much about you. Pam's so sweet isn't she? I bet you didn't know that she tells me everything? Pam and me were like sisters. I know all about you and I know all the bad things you have said about me to her!" Sam looked at Candie who was seductively speaking to him. "You know it really hurt me when she told me that you think I am a little controlling slut and a bitch!" Sam started to worry as he never thought Pam would gossip their private conversations to anyone. Candie sported a very nasty grin. "Sam, it looks like we have plenty of time for me to avenge myself doesn't it? Let me tell you what you're going to do to make up for all those mean and nasty things you said about me over the years." Sam tried to swallow but a certain thing interfered with his swallowing reflex. "First I have brought my favorite strap-on. You will love it, it has one of those realistic feeling cocks and it has a reservoir I fill up and pump so it can squirt cum too! I even trimmed some of my pubic hair and glued it on to the harness so it feels more realistic. I named it Charley. Oh my Charley is such a large cock Sam; you will just love it when you give it a nice long, wet blow job. That's right Sam you are going to blow me. I mixed up a potion of egg whites and yogurt to simulate cum. You will be amazed at how it tastes just like the real thing. I am going to keep the dildo in warm water to bring it to a man's normal body temperature and then cover it with a condom so you can get used to practicing safe sex!" Sam panics and begins to shake his head no. "Sam, I know you might try and resist and that is why I told your friend Ray that I was house-sitting for you guys and I might need his company tonight if you know what I mean. I told him that I might give him a call if I got lonely. So if you don't do what I want with Charley I will simply give Ray a call and you can figure the rest out. Oh and by the way you will be video taped during the whole show." It was 10pm when a knock came to the front door. "Charley, come on in your right on time." Charley was really an old friend of hers, someone she met at one of her weekend outings. He was a very thin man who appeared to be on the fem side. She asked him here tonight as he had qualities that would become very useful to carry out the plan that she and Pam devised. Charley was bi-sexual and owed Candie a favor. Tonight she was collecting on that favor. "So my sweet Candie, how have you been? Am I to understand that you are planning a coming out party for someone?" "Well not exactly, but you might look at like that." Charley licked his lips "Oh do tell, I just can't wait to here the details." Pam spent the next few minutes explaining the details of the plan and how she was going to videotape Sam sucking his cock. "You know Charley, he thinks I will be fucking his mouth with a strap-on dildo covered with a condom. I also convinced him that that if he doesn't cooperate I will call over one of his friends to fuck me and you know, accidentally expose Sam." Candie walks out into the backyard patio. Sam, poor pitiful Sam is stuck in the same position he has been for the last couple hours. "Now Samantha, by the way that is now your new name. I am holding a group of flash cards. When I start video taping, you will read them as they are written. If you do not do what I tell you to do, I will call and invite Ray over. When he gets here your secret is out. Do we understand one another?" Sam reluctantly nods his head yes. "Good." Candie walks into the house and returns with her camcorder. Setting the tripod up she makes the necessary adjustments and focuses the camera at Sam. "Look up at the camera and smile. I want you to look enthused about this." Sam turns his head up toward the camera and puts on a half smile. Candie turns on the camera and holds up the first flash card. Sam begins to read "hi, my name is Samantha, and I am a life long cock sucking ass fucking transvestite slut. I love it when guys stick their big fat cocks in my holes and fuck me like the whore I am. I'm making this video to show you what kind of slut I really am." Candie stops the camcorder and puts Samantha's contacts and earplugs back in rendering him deaf and blind. Charley walks out into the patio. He is completely naked. Candie moves her camera around so she can capture the whole seen. Charley walks in front of Sam and places the head of his condom covered cock to Sam's lips. "Kiss it you slut. Beg for my big fat cock; tell me you want to suck it so badly. Tell me that you want my cum." Sam cant hear a thing and needed no flash cards; he thought that Candie was ready to fuck his mouth with her strap on. He knew what to say. "FUCK MY MOUTH, GOD STICK IT IN PLEASE FUCK IT. MAKE ME GAG. I WANT YOUR." Sam couldn't finish his last sentence as Charley stuck his pole into his mouth. Sam could feel this thick condom covered meat sliding into his mouth. Sam is amazed at how real this dildo feels. Charley began to thrust back and forth in a fast rhythm. Candie places her hands on the back of Sam's head and forces him to take Charley's cock into his throat. Remarkably Sam doesn't gag. Candie changes the zoom and captures Sam deep throating Charley's rigid member. Candie was amazed as Sam appeared to be enjoying giving his first blowjob. Charley lasted a good ten minutes before he tensed up. He pulled his cock out and removed the condom. Charley stroked his pole and let out a loud moan while he spewed ropes of cum in Sam's open mouth. "Swallow it bitch." Candie made sure she was capturing all of this on video. Sam was moaning and swallowing his cum his tongue liking his cum coated lips. Charley slid his cock all over Sam's face and lips coating them with his cum. Charley left to go clean up in the house. Candie removed Sam's contacts and held up one more flash card for him to read. "Umm, that was oh so yummy, see I really love to suck cock and swallow cum. I want to watch my wife do the same thing. I am not worthy of making love to her and she needs to be fucked by a real man." Candie, returned to the patio after seeing Charley out. She was so pleased. Sam on the other hand was very nervous. He thinks he had just given a blowjob to a bitch wearing a strap-on while he was dressed to the nines and it was all on tape. Sam knows who ever sees this video will have no doubt that he is queer. To make it worse, the person in possession of the recording has a vendetta against him. Candie removed both of the ear plugs. "Sam, you were so good. I was convinced that you really liked sucking dick. I bet you wish it was a real cock you were sucking!" She placed the new bondage hood Pam bought over his head lacing it up tightly. She then put the inflatable cock gag into his mouth and locked it to the hood. Candie began to inflate both the cock gag and the hood. She unzipped an opening to both of Sam's ears. "I have a little tea for you to drink." She pours the liquid into a funnel feeding into Sam's gagged mouth. Liquid that has strong doses of Pam's insomnia medication. Sam thankfully accepts the fluid and manages to swallow. "You know, it is too bad that you won't see the look on Pam when she gets home and sees the DVD playing on your big screen. Can you imagine? Oh you will have some explaining to do!" Candie replaces the ear plugs and zips shut the openings in the hood. Oh shit, Sam panics, oh no, what have I done. This bitch hates me so much I know she will do it. How can I talk my way out of this? Pam will really think I'm queer and this will screw everything up. Sam sits captive spending the hours worrying and trying to figure out what he can say or do. Pam sits nervously as she waits for her date. She set this whole thing up a week ago and convinced herself that she had every right to do this. She met William through Candie. Candie belonged to a swingers club and was great friends with William. She knew who was hung and who could go the distance. Pam had a lunch date a few weeks back with her. Candie brought along her favorite fuck-toy William. He was one of the swingers Candie enjoyed fucking the most. Pam could see why Candie liked him so much. He was a very large muscular well built black man. Pam peeked down at his crotch and noticed he was obviously very well endowed. Throughout lunch Pam caught William checking her out, his eyes undressing her. She found this intoxicating. When it was time for good byes, William took Pam's hand, raised it up and kissed it. "It has been my pleasure meeting you Pam." As he finished kissing her hand he placed his other hand out and cupped her hand between his. Pam felt a business card in the palm of her hand. "Call me." She closed her grip and discreetly placed the card in her pocket. For the next week Pam found herself constantly taking Williams card out of her purse and reaching for her cell phone. She tried but could not find the courage to call. Finally she decided to call him, she was a nervous as a child as the phone rang and he finally answered. "Hello, this is William." Pam choked up and just about hung up the phone."Hello?" "Um hi, uh William this is Pam. We met some time ago." "Pam hello, I have been hoping you would call!" After a little chit chat they setup a date and had lunch together. William was such a good listener. He was the perfect gentlemen. Pam told him that she was unexplainably attracted to him and that she wanted to be taken by him. William smiled and could tell Pam was nervous. He ordered some drinks and helped to calm her nerves. During their lunch, Pam opened up, and explained that she knew he was a swinger. She explained all about her sex life, her husband and his bizarre fetishes. Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued. How she craved to feel at least once in her life sexually fulfilled. How she keeps having dreams about being sandwiched and taken by a group of men. William slid up next to her and placed his arm around her and gave her a hug. "It's quite alright Pam, I understand and actually I want to help. Besides, you look so hot that I have trouble keeping my hands off you." Pam turned her head towards him and gave him a kiss. That kiss turned into a long deep tongue twisting moment. William explained the requirements of joining "MILF" if she decided to pursue it. MILF of course stood for Men I Love to Fuck. After all the plans were made William ensured her that she would be subjected to the attention of many cocks and that he would take care of that. She needs only to enjoy. Now she is having second thoughts, it's not right she tells herself. Sam has his damn fetishes and does not satisfy me sexually, but he has never cheated on me. Pam decides that she is going to cancel and leave. She quickly gets up from her seat at the club and begins to head for the door. "Pam, there you are. I am so glad I found you. Sorry I am late." William reaches out and gently kisses her hand. "You look nervous Pam, are you still ok with this?" Pam looks down at the floor. "I don't know William it, seems so wrong." "You're here so your husband must have gone along the plan Candie told me about." He places his hand under her chin and lifts her head to look at him "He's dressed up like a slut; do you think he's a man?" Pam smiles, "No, not a chance." Pam realizes the truth in his words. "Well that seals it; you need a real man Pam. More accurately a couple of real men, and as it's planned, you will have the time of your life tonight. Believe me you will know what a real cock feels like tonight. Tell you what, lets skip the whole club thing, what do you say. Let's not waist the time dancing we can meet my friend at my place." Saturday morning Pam wakes up and her head is throbbing. The bedroom smells of sex. She drank way too much last night. It's almost 6 am. 'I have better get back home.' She reaches for her panties and dress. Standing up she can feel cum ready to gush out from inside her. She counted on being a wet mess. Being pumped full of cum was part of her plan. Pam grabs her purse and takes out a small fat dildo and a pair of pantyhose. She inserts the dildo in her pussy to dam up all the juice inside her. Quickly she dresses; her panties and the pantyhose hold the dildo inside her. She grabs her heels and heads for the door. Pam takes a last look back at the guys. They are both soundly asleep. She still can't believe that she actually handled the both of them. She loved the fact that these guys pulled off their clothes and stood with both their cocks in front of her. She took each guys cock one by one into her mouth. She sucked on each and got both of them all good and wet. William was the first to mount her. When she saw his cock and how big it was it scared her. Compared to Sam's tiny 4 ? inch long 1 inch thick wimpy thing, Williams cock was a monster. His cock was at least 9 inches long, 2 inches thick and hard as a rock. As he positioned his tool at her pussy lips, he pushed slowly. Pam remembers how it hurt going in, but that soon her pussy opened up and the pain changed to a unique tingle and feeling of fullness. She remembers the feel of his rock hard dick sliding in and out of her hole. In less than 3 minutes he brought her to the most mind blowing orgasm she ever experienced. She continued that night having one orgasm after another. William was great; he lasted at least 30 minutes before he erupted filling her pussy with a huge load of cum. As he exploded, he grabbed her ass and shoved his cock completely into her hole holding it there. Pam climaxed again; she came so hard she actually ejaculated. She was in awe; she never knew she could ejaculate. What an incredible feeling. Pam was astonished when Byron blew his wad in her mouth. After hours of marathon sex in so many different positions she was so stretched out and felt finally like a woman. From that moment on, Pam was hooked on big dick. She was angry that she had no idea what she was missing out on all of these years. She knew that she was now addicted to it. She couldn't describe it but she knew she had to have this on a regular basis. Pam loved the fact that she had taken these guys in ways she never allowed Sam take her; things he begged her for; anal and oral. She discovered that she loved having more than one of her holes filled at the same time. She tasted cum for the first time and loved it. Still feeling the soreness in her ass and the taste of cum in her mouth she smiles, knowing she gave these guys something that she will never give to Sam. Pam felt like a child, all giddy, thinking about the night, and the cock, 'those big fat cocks, they were so big. Now I know what it feels like to really be a woman' she thinks to herself. As she shut the door to William's house, she thought to herself, 'Sam and his small cock will never fuck me again!' Pam got into her car, grabbed her cell and called Candie. "Hi Candie, how's my little man doing?" Candie told her that he is fine and sound asleep. "Pam, last night I checked on Sam I thought he might be afraid of the dark so I turned on the lights for him!" Pam got a good laugh out of it. "Let's just say everything went according to plan. Oh, I also put the bondage hood on his head, locked the cock gag in his mouth and when he was knocked out I put the dildo in his ass like you asked." Pam giggles. "Thanks so much for helping me out, I owe you. I will be home in a few; it should be safe enough for you to leave." Candie told Pam to call her later and provide details, kiss-kiss. Pam hung up her phone. Sam felt the gag expanding in his mouth. He is startled but quickly he begins to bring his mind back into focus. Oh shit, Pam is here. When did I fall asleep? Sam could feel a large intruder in his ass. Who stuck that in my ass without waking me up? I'm a sound sleeper, but I couldn't sleep through this. Sam's drowsy and his mouth continues to pulse wider to the point his jaw begins to hurt. He begins to feel the hood pressurize subsequently squeezing and constricting his face. Sam suddenly remembers what Candie did to him last night. Oh God, did Pam see the video? Sam is terrified not knowing the answer. Pam releases straps that hold his legs together and the ones that have him secured to the chair. Sam tries to stretch his legs out. Pam's hand grabs his left arm and tugs for him to get up. Standing up he quickly loses balance. Pam provides support as she guides him through their home. Sam knows he is in the garage as the entrance in there has the only stairs in their house. Pam takes a pair of leather cuffs that are connected by a foot of chain. She locks the cuffs to his wrist and then removes the thumb cuffs. Sam relishes on how good it feels to stretch his arms out even if it is only a few inches. Before he can enjoy his new comfort his arms begin to rise up from behind his back. They are raised to the point that he is standing on his toes. Pam lifts his sweater and his breast forms up exposing his smooth chest. Sam's nipples feel the rush of cold air. Pam attaches a clothes-pin on each of his nipples and then applies tie wraps beneath each clothes pin. The tie wraps work like nooses locking his nipples into tight little balls. Sam feels what ever they are is becoming tighter and very painful. Pam removes the clothes pins and for the next several minutes continues to tighten the tie wraps. Sam can feel his nipples are on fire, the tightness of the tie wraps is sending throbbing waves of pain thru him. Pam takes some duct tape and covers his tied nipples. Pam sprays adhesive to his breast forms and pulls his bra, forms and sweater back into place literally imprisoning his tortured nipples. Walking behind poor tortured Sam, she reaches around him and starts to squeeze his breast forms. Sam winces in pain as the pressure pushes on his bound nipples. Checking her watch, Pam decides it is time for her to have breakfast. She ponders about leaving him like this. "Oh what the hell, he's not going to go anywhere. He can just wait out here." Pam walks back inside and gets something to eat. Its nearly 9 am, an hour and a half since Pam left her little pet hanging around while she enjoyed her breakfast. "I guess I should give my poor excuse of a man something to drink, and let him relieve himself." She grabs two large drinking glasses, a garlic press and two doses of Viagra she got from Candie the other day. Pam walks into the bathroom, lifts her dress, pulls down her panties and hose. She squats down and pulls out the dildo she placed in her pussy as a plug. A couple minutes after holding the first glass just under her moist hole, she gets what she wants. Pam holds the glass up and can see it filled with sticky cum from last nights fuck fest. Pam takes the doses of Viagra and puts the pills into her garlic press crushing them into a powder form. Then she mixes it with the cum. 'Perfect', she says to herself. She grabs the second glass and places it down below and lets a hot stream of her piss fill it up. Pam takes the two glasses which are going to be Sam's breakfast and walks out to the garage. Sam feels awful. Every mussel in his body aches. His nipples and ass is soar, he needs to pee, and he is hungry. "I need to smoke. How long will she keep this up? Did she see the video? Did Candie really make a video?" He begins to think how he always wanted to be in this situation, how he begged for her to be this way. Now that he's living it, Sam is not quite sure he likes it. Sam feels a rush of air pass over his arms. She must be back near him. Pam grabs his breast forms again and squeezes on them ensuring his nipples are still on fire. 'Oh my god, no not again,' Sam says to himself! She places a chair behind him and lowers the rope holding his wrist. She positions Sam into the chair and secures him in place. Pam grabs his hood and forces his head back. She takes a one way flow valve and funnel and attaches them into the tube that's sticking out of penis gag inflated in Sam's mouth. Sam without hesitation holds his head tilted back realizing that like last night he is finally about to receive something to drink. He is so thirsty and is eager for something to drink. Pam carefully closes the passage that allows him to breathe through his nose. She wants to tease and teach him, so she sticks her finger into the funnel and plugs his only remaining air hole. Instantly, he starts to squirm. Pam holds on for at least 15 seconds before allowing him to breathe. Sam gasps realizing she has just proven she has control over his ability to breathe. That lesson just taught him that whatever enters his mouth he better drink fast or there is no way he will be able to breathe. Pam opens a pocket on the hood and removes an earplug allowing him to hear. "Good morning Samantha. How do you like your new name? Imagine my surprise when I walked in the door and all I can see is you on TV giving some other guy a long wet blow job!" 'I didn't suck anyone,' he thinks to himself, that bitch friend of yours made me suck her toy. "You didn't really think you were sucking a toy dick did you? Even you are not that gullible. Like it matters anyways. So I was right all these years, we have been living a lie. You really do want to be a woman. You want to suck cock and be fucked by other men. I'm really not all that upset Sam. I always knew that you were like this. Over time I just came to accept it, no worries." Sam doesn't like the tone in her voice as she is speaking to him. Its not right, she's not like this. Sam twists his head towards her voice. "The way I see, it as long as you act and dress like a woman from this moment forward you're now going to be called Samantha just like Candie named you last night!" Pam walks around him. "I bet you're thirsty after all that cock sucking you did last night. I brought something for you to drink Samantha." Pam Pulls his head back she pours the warm pee into the funnel. It begins trickling down into Sam's mouth. Sam instantly knows that this is not good. "My God, what is she doing to me?" Reflexively, his body tries to repel the piss but the one way flow valve prevents it. Sam feels the gag begin to inflate. "Listen to me you cock sucking transvestite slut. I will continue to increase the pressure of your hood until you drink this all gone. Pressure continues to inflate and Sam struggles but manages to drink her pee. The taste of Pam's piss permeates his mouth. He tilts his head forward and realizes that he is a defeated man. His head is suddenly tilted back again. Pam unzips part of the hood allowing his eyes to see. Sam strains to focus his eyes. He can make out Pam standing in front of him. Beside her is a 19" television. Pam turns on the DVD player and Sam is horrified at what appears on the screen. Playing right before both their eyes Sam is sitting in the chair last night in their backyard patio, his head turned to the side while he gives a blow job to a total stranger. Sam can see both Candie and a man that he has never seen before standing next to him as he is sucking the stranger's hard cock. "I must say Samantha, you proved to be quite a little cock sucking slut." Sam's eyes are glued to the TV. He can see the stranger stroking his cock and aiming it towards his mouth as he releases his load. "And you know from the video we've just seen and heard it is more than just obvious that you definitely want to be a woman. I guess what you always say is just a fetish is not really just a fetish. I think it is more of a preferred life style. Well I must say you are quite the little cock sucker and I have both pictures and video to prove it. So, now what do we do? Hum. You lied to me all these years haven't you? You're going to pay for your dishonesty. I think since you have such a small cock there is no longer any need for its use!" Pam lifts up another glass. "You're not done yet Samantha." Oh God, not more. Pam pulls his head back once more and pours the glass of warm cum into the funnel. Sam is expecting more of her pee. He feels this new stream of fluid trickling into his mouth. This is thick. Oh my God, Sam is stunned as he recognizes the taste: a combination of her pussy juice and cum. "After you sucked off Charley last night Candie called me and told me all about it. I wasn't going out for cock like I told you yesterday, but after she told me what you did, all I thought was what the fuck. Umm isn't it yummy Samantha? I saved it all for you." Pam held his head firmly back preventing him from tilting forward and losing the gift she saved for him. It kept trickling in, little by little. In a weird way he wants to drink it and enjoy it, but it's cum from another man and his wife's pussy juice mixed together. He's angry and sad. He knows that if he doesn't drink it fast enough to keep the funnel hole open, he can't breathe. 'She filled my mouth up with cum!' Sam is shocked. The funnel is empty. Sam swallowed as quickly as he could. He has cum in his stomach and a load still in his mouth. He wants to puke. "I wish I got on board with your fetishes a long time ago Samantha." She rubs his breast forms again shooting pain thru his tied nipples. "You know, after Candie called me and told me what you did, I went dancing and found some real men to satisfy me. I got fucked so incredibly good last night Samantha. I actually feel like I just lost my virginity. I will say that I feel sorry for you. I never realized just how small your cock really is. Now I understand why you always want to play dress up. You're not a man." Pam unfastens Sam's pants and pulls out his tiny cock. She places under his tiny cock the same drinking glasses that she used earlier to pour piss and cum in his mouth. Sam sees what she is doing and understands what is expected. Instantly he fills the both glasses full of his pee. Pam re-tucks Sam's tiny cock, pushes his balls up into his abdomen and re-fastens his undergarments and pants. She plugs his ears again and zips up all the openings to his hood. Pam attaches the thumb cuffs to keep his hands secured behind his back after she removes the wrist cuffs. She unlocks the wrist cuffs and takes him back to their patio and walks him into the shed. Sam is guided inside and pushed to the floor. Pam attaches ankle straps to Sam and locks them to an eye bolt in the floor of the shed. "Samantha, I have had a long night and need some rest. I need to re- think our relationship after all that has happened. But I'm so proud of you, you're doing so well with not smoking. I trust you enjoyed your breakfast! I am going inside to sleep for a while, be a good girl and don't go anywhere." She shuts the shed door and clicks on a padlock. Sam lays in shock. Pam cheated on him. Sam has the shakes and needs a smoke so badly. His mind is a mess but he knows he pissed. Those bitches, they set me up. He was sure. And Pam, that slut fucked some other guys and made me eat their cum. Sam ponders what can possibly happen next. He tries to figure out what Pam will do. He needs to get out of this bondage. Sam thinks that this is so over the line. This is so over. He wants a divorce. Sam lays locked up and confined in the shed a mental mess. He was burning inside. He wanted to smoke so badly, he was pissed at Pam and he was upset he had swallowed other men's cum. He hadn't been out there very long when he noticed his cock was trying to get hard. He could not believe this was happening. I'm not horny he thought. I am repulsed by what has been happening. Yet his little cock was trying to spring to life. The feeling was very uncomfortable as his dick was well tucked and secured between his legs. Sam's mind continued to think about the events he was subjected to. He continued to be angry but his cock told a different story. God it was uncomfortable. With his hands secured behind his back he can't get to his crotch to free his swelling member. Am I really repulsed? Sam thought to himself. Am I over reacting? Sam thought about the last day's events. This was what I always dreamt about. Why am I acting like this? I am actually getting what I always wanted. Sam began to calm down. He was still upset with Pam but his cock kept telling him he wasn't. Sam zoned out. He was so uncomfortable and had no idea how long he would be out here. Sam drifted off to sleep. Sam was awoken with a light kick in his side. 'How long was I out?' he wondered. His mouth was dry and the repulsive taste of cum and pee remained. Pam unlocked him from his restraints and helped him to his feet. Slowly Pam had him walk into the garage. As before she sat him down and locked him into the same chair. Pam unzipped an opening to one of his ears and removed the earplug. "Samantha, you have been asleep for hours. You must be thirsty." Oh no not that again. 'Please,' Sam thought to himself. 'no more pee.' His head was tilted back and he felt liquid enter his mouth. It was tea laced with Viagra. Sam was happy he wasn't drinking pee but he had no idea what he was drinking was laced with Viagra. She removed his jeans and panties. "You probably need to relieve yourself Samantha." Pam held a large glass under his cock and he quickly filled it up. She stood quite for a few minutes. "So Samantha, how did it feel to finally get a mouth full of cum? I know you always wanted to experience that. How did it feel knowing your little sweet innocent Pam's pussy was de-flowered last night? You know what Samantha? I didn't know that a cock could be so big. You know what else? I gave up my ass and mouth last night too! I do hope that my infidelity excites you." Sam began to get pissed again. Pam reached down and grabbed his cock; Sam's rock hard cock. "Well Samantha, you seem to have found a way to express you approval!" Why is my cock betraying me? No, no I don't approve, I don't want to share you with other men he screams inside his mind. Pam continues to stroke his little member. She circles her finger around the head of his cock and looks at the hood that still covers his head. "You want me to stroke your tiny cock don't you Samantha?" Sam muffles out a moan and shakes his head yes. Pam circles her index finger around his cock and slowly strokes down on it. Sam moans in selfish satisfaction. Pam continues until she thinks he's just about ready to explode. Quickly she removes her hand. "Samantha, would you like for me to continue?" Frantically he nods his head yes. "Will you drink what ever I give you, even if is my pee and more cum?" Sam nods yes. "Will you tell me that you want me to regularly fuck other men?" Sam doesn't reply. Lightly she strokes his cock once more and then pulls away. "Don't you want to cum Samantha?" Pam gives him another teasing stroke. "You want me to fuck other men, men with massive size cocks? You would love that wouldn't you? All you have to do is nod your head yes!" Sam has temporarily forgotten all about being mad. His mind is focused only on one thing, on one single pleasure, an orgasm. Pam continues to stroke him being oh so careful not to allow him to cum. "Well Samantha?" Without using any rational thought, Sam nods his head yes. "You really want to drink my pee and someone else's creamy sticky cum that is dripping right out of my pussy or ass?" Again, he nods yes. Pam continues to stroke Sam, bringing him right up to the point of almost having an explosive orgasm. She steps back. Sam squirms and moans in displeasure. Sam is frustrated; he needs to cum oh so badly, so bad he can taste it. 'God why did she stop?' Pam pulls his head back and he can feel fluid running into his mouth. No, please no. Sam can taste her pungent pee. "Drink it up Samantha; show me that you really mean what you said. Show me that you want it; you want to please me; that you really want to see me sexually satisfied, then I will let you cum." Sam gulps as best he could with the gag in his mouth. "I love you Samantha, you are being so great and understanding. I'm going to make sure that your little pecker stays very hot Samantha." Pam replaces his earplug and zips up the cover on his hood and reaches for a tube she has on the work bench near by. Squeezing the tube she takes a heaping hand full of its jelly content. Pam begins to rub the jelly on Sam's rigid cock. She strokes it up and down but only for a moment. Soon Sam will be on fire. Pam smiles and grabs a towel wiping her hand clean. She picks up the tube of super strength Ben-Gay she just used on Sam and walks back into the house. Sam's cock lights up like a torch. His pecker is so hot, it's burning. "Oh God it hurts." Quickly he discovers that any movement of his dick increases the burning sensation. Sam sits and endures the burn for quite some time before the effects finally decrease. Eventually the deep penetrating burn subsides. He does not know if Pam plans on returning anytime soon. He has absolutely no idea what time it is either. Sam becomes conscious that his tongue is swirling around the intruder that has been in his mouth for so long. His jaw no longer hurts from being left in this opened and stretched out position for such an extended period of time. He can still taste her pee. His mouth is stained with it. Sam pretends that the cock in his mouth is real, that he was again forced to give some stranger a blow job and he's enjoying the tastes of his reward. Sam realizes that he is beginning to accept his new faith and he actually kind of excited when he envisions Pam with another man. Eventually Sam is overcome by fatigue and falls asleep. -------------------------------------------- Sam was thankful he could see once again and stretch out and move freely. After being kept immobile for so long it felt good to stretch out. His muscles were sore and his body was stiff. Taking off the stilettos was a welcome relief. Pam hurried Sam into the bathtub to get cleaned up. The water felt so good Sam melted right in. "Hurry up Samantha you need to get dressed and be ready in less than an hour." "What, ready for what?" Sam hurried along with his bath. After dressing into the outfit Pam laid out on the bed he did his makeup and hurried out to see what Pam planned to do next. "I'm finished Pam" Sam said as he entered the family room. "Good grab your purse and let's go." "Go where?" Sam asked. "We're going to get you a make-over silly." She could see the fear in Sam's eyes. "Don't you worry Samantha, when your make-over is finished you will look like a real woman and a real slut too!" Reluctantly Sam walks out the front door. Pam has him get into the passenger side of the car and fasten his seat belt. Pam drove to a salon that was about 20 miles from home. She selected a parking space far from the entrance. "Come on Samantha, you have an appointment!" "What, no way! Do you have any idea how many people will see me?" Pam smiled. "You're going in there or I am going to scream rape. Lets see how many people come to my rescue!" Sam got out of the car and walked into the salon. It was two in the afternoon, slightly overcast and anyone who looked at Sam easily could tell that she was a he. Pam was a regular here and knew the people who worked in the salon. They were taken into a back room that obviously was not used for normal clients. There were two women that were there to work on Sam. Pam looked at one of the women and said, "you know what to do." One of the female employee's looked at Sam and then at co-worker before speaking. "This is going to be a challenge and fun." No other words were spoken. Pam picked up a Cosmo and sat down. Sam was seated and the women went to work removing his makeup and glued on nails. They spent considerable time re-painting his face, eyes and lips. Once they were done with his makeup they moved on to applying acrylic nails. Sam was awe struck with the nails. They were so nice, a good length, and pink, hot pink, his favorite color. When they finished Sam's transformation they walked him over to a full length mirror. Sam just about fell over after seeing what they done. No, he wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but he was passable. He was done up well enough tha