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"What happened afterward?"
"Not much, the party broke up and we all went home."
"You went home in your Dorothy dress?"
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College Coed ? Part 2
"No, I didn't go home. I stayed the night at Mary's house."
By this time the girls were crowded around me and I was feeling a bit
claustrophobic. Valerie and Julie sat on either side of me and Monica,
my interrogator, had her chair pulled up so close that her knees were
together between my legs.
"Anything happen at Mary's house that we should know about?" asked
Julie, who had been quiet to this point.
"Um... not really."
From the looks on their faces I could see that they did not believe me.
"Tell us!" said Monica forcefully.
To emphasize her command she pinched my arm. I let out a squeal which
sounded very girlish. Already I had revealed too much but I saw no way
out of the situation I had gotten myself into.
"Well.. she..she made wear girl's pajamas to sleep in," I replied as I
rubbed my arm.
There were giggles from each of the girls. They were obviously enjoying
my discomfort.
"Were they sexy?" Valerie asked.
"I guess."
"Describe them. What color were they? Were they baby dolls with frilly
panties?" Valerie asked me.
"Y..yes. They were lilac and had a lot of lace. Please, let me go to
bed. I have already told you too much."
"Not yet," said Monica. "We are not done with you. What about your aunt
and uncle? Weren't they there? Did your mother know what Mary did to
you?"
"Yes, my mom and aunt said we had to work out our relationship
ourselves. If I wasn't man enough to stand up to her then I would have
suffer the consequences.
"So did she make you wear girls clothing often?" asked Julie
"Sometimes, yeah, I guess."
"When was the last time she made you dress up?" asked Monica.
Despite my wanting to get out of the situation I was in, I felt
incapable of refusing to answer their questions. To make matters worse
my cock was twitching and I knew I would cum soon if I didn't escape
their clutches. Unfortunately for me, that seemed impossible and my
humiliation was about to get alot worse.
"Just before I came here I had to spend a day with her as a girl." I
whispered softly.
"What did you wear?" asked Valerie. "Describe everything."
"Please, this is so embarrassing. Let me go to bed!"
"Tell us!" said Monica.
"A sundress. It was white with green polka dots. I also wore white,
cotton bikinis and a white bra."
"What about shoes?" asked Julie
"White sandals with low heels."
"Makeup? " asked Monica.
"Yes."
"Did you put it on yourself or did Mary put it on for you?" asked
Valerie.
"I..I put it on myself. She made me learn how."
With that I came. It was a massive explosion and for a moment I forgot
the shame I was feeling and enjoyed the sensation. But only for the
briefest instant of time before the intense humiliation I felt came
flooding back. My excitement was not lost on the three girls and the
laughing and teasing began again.
"It looks like someone enjoys being a sissy!" laughed Monica.
I could only drop my eyes to the floor overwhelmed by the embarrassment
I felt. The evidence certainly pointed to my enjoying my sissy hood.
"Let's get him out of those wet pants," said Julie.
Before I could react she was unbuckling my belt and the other two girls
grabbed the cuffs of my trousers and pulled them down.
"No! Don't do that!" I pleaded, but it was too late. In a flash my pants
were off and I lay there on the sofa in my wet panties.
One of the girls gasped and they all three started giggling. It soon
turned into roaring laughter. I could not look them in the eyes.
"Well," Valerie said, "this may be more fun than having the female
roommate we wanted. It could be a lot more fun.
"Explain!" said Monica as she grabbed my chin and lifted my face,
forcing me to look at her.
"It was Mary," I replied through my tears. "She made me buy the
underwear and took all my boxers. I didn't have time to buy new ones."
"Did she also buy you this?" asked Valerie as she grabbed my shirt and
ripped it off my body, leaving me in my wet panties and matching
lavender camisole. Her action caused me to renew my crying and I begged
the girls to leave me be.
"No! said Julie. "You don't get off that easy. We thought you were a
man, not a pathetic sissy."
"Hey, look girls! Dorothy, has no hair on her legs or under arms!"
Monica stated. "I suppose that was Mary's doing?"
I merely nodded, unable to speak. And you have been shaving them this
past week, even though she isn't here to check on you?
"N..no. She has me get them waxed. I don't have that much hair and it
hasn't grown back."
There was more laughter as the girls were obviously enjoying my
discomfort.
"Waxing hurts, sissy, doesn't it."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, as I remembered the experience.
I had been strapped to a table by the beautician, a friend of Mary's. I
cried as they pulled the wax off my body, leaving me hairless below the
neck.
"Alright! Stop your sniveling!" ordered Julie. "I want to see what you
look like in a dress. But first, let's get you out of those wet
panties."
Julie and Valerie each grabbed an arm and pulled me off the sofa. They
led me back to my room where they quickly stripped me. Monica took my
wet panties and rubbed them over my face. It was all I could do to
prevent myself from crying anew. I felt powerless in the clutches of
these three females. They then pushed me into the bathroom and ordered
me to shower.
"Don't forget to wash your pretty undies!" called Valerie. As I closed
the door I could hear their laughter.
When I stepped out of the shower I noticed they had left me a pair of
panties and matching bra. They were hot pink and made of satin. The
thought of putting them on made me hard again. I tried to think of
something else to stem my arousal, but the feel of the soft material on
my cock only made me harder.
The door to the bathroom opened and the three girls crowded in. They
laughed when they saw my erection.
"You better take care of that before we proceed," said Valerie. "It will
ruin the line of your dress."
Her remark caused further laughter among the girls and my face turned
redder, if that was possible. I stood there waiting for them to leave.
"We will watch!" said Monica. "Get going!"
"Wait!" said Julie as she rushed out of the room. She returned a few
moments later with a coffee cup. "When you finish, deposit your load in
here!" she ordered and handed me the cup.
Lacking another option I proceeded to stroke myself. The tightness of
the bra around my chest and the silky sensation of the panties on my ass
guaranteed it would not take long and I was soon spilling my load into
the cup.
With a sinister smile on her face, Julie ordered me to drink it. I
looked at her in shock, scarcely believing what I had heard. This was
going too far. I refused. The idea of drinking my own semen was enough
to make me sick.
"But I though all sissies liked boy juice," said Julie.
"I'm not a sissy!" I said, realizing as the words came out how ludicrous
they sounded.
"Sissy, when was the last time you were spanked?" asked Monica.
I immediately recognized the implication of her question. There was no
doubt in my mind that if any of the girls took it in their heads to
spank me I would be unable to resist. There was something about being
dressed in girl's underwear that made me feel so helpless. Reluctantly I
took the cup from Julie and drank it quickly.
"Next time I think we will have you drink it from directly the source,"
said Valerie.
I shuddered at the thought. If that is what they ordered me to do I
would have no choice, unless I could somehow escape their clutches.
Monica took a wash rag and wiped me off as if I were an infant. I felt
humiliated having her handle me that way. It was very clinical; nothing
sensual about it. I felt her manipulate my balls, forcing them up into
my body. She then pulled my cock back and pulled up my panties, trapping
my cock between my legs.
"Now there will be no unsightly bulge!"
A glance in the mirror shocked me. There was no sign of my maleness.
Instead there was a flat front like any girl would have. Even without
makeup and with my short hair, I looked quite feminine.
The girls led me back out into the bedroom where an array of girls
clothes lay on the bed. Julie handed me a pair of pantyhose.
"I assume you know how to put these on!"
I nodded and sat down on the bed. I pulled on the hose, careful not to
run it. Next she handed me a pink chemise that matched my panties and
bra, which I slipped on over my head. It barely reached mid thigh and
was decorated with lace around the straps and along the bust line. It
was a very feminine garment and I could feel my cock stirring, trying to
escape its entrapment. Julie then gave me a black denim miniskirt. I
stepped into it, zipped it up and turned it so the zipper and walking
slit were in the back. The outfit was completed with a pair of black
sandals with about 3" heels. I had worn them before and walking was no
problem.
"Alright sissy girl, let's see you apply this!" ordered Monica, as she
handed me a makeup bag.
I went into the bathroom and despite my nervousness at having the girls
watch I did a decent job. First I applied moisturizer to my skin and
followed that with foundation. I used powder to set it. Next I worked on
my eyes. I started with dark green eye shadow and worked outwards using
two lighter shades. I then applied eyeliner covering the whole upper lid
barely above the lashes. I only covered the outer half of the lower lid
and, if I do say so myself, I did a nice job. The eye makeup was
completed with the application of mascara. Next I used a pink blush to
highlight my cheekbones and finally some pink lipstick.
I turned around so the girls could see what I had done. There was a
moment of silence.
"Wow! You will have to teach me," said Julie.
"What about her hair?" asked Valerie.
"Leave that to me!" said Monica.
She led me into the kitchen and sat me at the table. She wrapped a towel
around my shoulders and went to work with a comb brush and scissors. It
took her about 15 minutes.
"Well girls, what do you think?"
"You're a genius!" said Valerie.
"Unbelievable!" said Julie.
"Go look in the mirror!" ordered Monica.
I was stunned at my reflection. Despite my hair being so short, there
was no sign of a boy staring back at me. I had dressed like a girl
before and appeared in public with no problems, but this was far beyond
anything I had previously experienced.
My reverie was interrupted by Julie as she handed me a purse.
"Let's go!"
"Wait! You're not taking me out looking like this, are you?"
Her response was to grab my hand and pull me towards the door leading
out of the apartment.
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