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Prisoner's Dilemna: Beating Around the Bush by: Scalper16 I was dumbstruck by what Maria told me. But we only have a few weeks left!" I protested. "You'll regret it right afterward." She smiled, demurely, but her eyes still sparkled brightly. It was one of the habits of hers that I found so charming. "That's exactly it. It'll be my last chance before we go to Dr. Ripley's. I have to give it a try. Anyway, Andy's on a dry run lately, it's his birthday coming up, and he'd do the same for me." She stood up, walked over to the bedroom mirror, and gazed at herself. "And aren't you curious what it's like? Jesus. Look at my fine self. Not an ounce that isn't in the right places. Can't you just picture Andy putting his big dick up in me? Tell me that doesn't get you wet." And it did, actually. Maria was beautiful, with long black hair and perfect dark olive skin. It's true, she was definitely on the slender side, as was I, but all the fat was in her tight little ass. Her breasts were small, but it almost worked to her advantage - with her big eyes and innocent face, and her tomboyish clothing, she looked like jailbait. She knew I liked that, and would even braid her hair sometimes, just to drive me wild. I would see her make herself up like that and would get so horny I'd just push her down to the ground and take her right there. We could - and did - spend hours just lapping at each others pussies. The idea of her having sex with Andy - it really turned me on. Andy was our roommate and our best friend from Freshman year. Of course I would never do anything sexual with him, but I can't deny that the image had crossed my mind. Just idle thoughts, really - making out with him, being taken from behind by him (so I would just feel it), even a certain temptation to open the door and sneak a look at his penis in the shower. I tried not to get lost in the fantasy, and walked right up next to Maria. She smiled, she knew what was coming. "What's the matter?" I asked her. "Am I not enough for you?" "Maybe I just need some reminding," she teased me. I lifted her shirt over her head. She moved her arms out of the way, as an automatic reaction. She wasn't wearing a bra, and while her cute little breasts barely stuck out at all, her nipples were poking straight forward half an inch. I could see she was horny as well. I was actually shorter than her, so I barely had to reach down to put her breast in my mouth. She started moaning as I teased it with my tongue. I then palmed the other breast with my hand, rubbing it slowly. After a minute of this, I stepped out of my jeans and slipped off my jersey. I was wearing plain white underwear underneath, and threw that off as well. That may sound like I was moving fast, and here I have to make a confession: I always did that. When I'm with Maria, I love my body. I mean, when I'm out in public, I hate how I look. The way I'd like to present myself, the way I think about myself, I'm not feminine at all, I'm straight butch. But my face is cute and girly, I'm constantly told I have a nice smile. I cut my straight blond hair short, but it just looks modern, like something a fashion model would wear. My breasts aren't huge, just a B, but given how thin I am, they still stick out so much, and unlike Maria I definitely have to wear a bra. I've lifted weights since I was thirteen, I can bench press or deadlift more than most guys, but I look in-shape rather than muscular, like Jessica Biel maybe. And I'm tiny, standing at just five foot two. But with Maria, or by myself, I loved my body. I loved how if I looked at the right angle or in the right light I could just barely make out my abs underneath it all. I loved my round little ass, how firm it felt in my hands. And I loved having a cute face, and how when Maria licked my pussy I would open my mouth in ecstasy. I would stare at myself in the mirror as we fucked, struggling to keep my blue eyes open as the feelings over ran me. Maria knew what I liked. I leaned back on the bed, gazed at the mirror, and then pushed her head down for her to eat me out. Of course it felt good, and she knew what to do, and she worked her tongue far into me. But I was still feeling even more hot and bothered than usual. I climbed on top of her - it was always me on top - and we scissored against each other, vagina rubbing against vagina. We both came over and over. ** Maria was missing from Accounting class the next day. She was never gone, and so of course I wondered what it might be. I listened to the lecture, but I sent her a few texts. When she didn't answer any of them, I remembered what she said about having sex with Andy, and I guessed she must have decided to go through things. It was a large lecture hall, and I quietly made my way to the girl's bathroom in the back of hall - funny to think that Maria and I would be using the Men's bathroom in just a week. I looked at the mirror - I felt something. Jealousy, perhaps? I had been the only one ever to get between Maria's thighs, so that would make sense, but I didn't really think that was it. I looked in the mirror again, smiling crookedly - it was such a cute smile. I put my hand on my breast, rubbed it slowly, feeling the warm simulation of my nipple. My other hand reached down to the front of my pants. I looked at my face... No. I wasn't about to masturbate in some public restroom, one where a stranger could walk in at any time. I composed myself, walked back into class, and listened to the lecture intently, taking copious notes. After class was finished I went to a little restaurant off campus and met some classmates, I had steak. We talked about school and a party from the week before; Dr. Ripley was left entirely unmentioned. I walked back home, not knowing what to expect. Would Andy be at school, or had he cut class too? Anticlimactically, Maria was just sitting on the couch, playing her 360. "What's up John?" she asked. "It's the new Mortal Kombat, grab a controller." I did, and sat next to her, and that's when I noticed it: Maria was wearing a skirt. Nothing special, just a simple black skirt that went down to about her knee. That may not sound like much, but Maria never wore girly clothes like that. The whole reason we had gotten the transformation in September was so that it would be winter, and we'd be wearing bulky winter clothes, and not have to put on swimsuits or blouses or what not. Granted, it was March already, and not really cold outside, but we still kept to a basic regimen of jeans and t-shirts. "A skirt, Maria?" I asked, incredulous. "Andy said he liked that," she offered as means of explanation. I didn't press the point, and we got to playing. Maybe my mind was elsewhere, because Maria's Sub-Zero would throw the ice, and I would jump right into it. My character, Liu Kang would try to fly, but I pressed the wrong buttons and the character just stumbled forward awkwardly. Maria took advantage, knocked my character back with an uppercut, and then let loose a combo that drained all my energy. She then pulled off the fatality, and I hadn't even touched her energy bar. I knew what I had to do. I put down the controller and knelt down in front of her. "One thing about the skirt - it allows for easy access." I joked. I reached up her thigh and pulled down on her underwear. She raised her hips and her juicy ass an inch, to let me slide them off. She didn't say anything. She just spread her legs wide and moaned, as she always does. Gingerly, I reached my hand forward and touched her beautiful pink pussy. "It's swollen," I said, rubbing it up and down. "You let Andy fuck you." "I did," she said. "He used a condom," she quickly added. She moaned, as I leaned forward to give her shaved mound a lick. I was in no position to speak, so she continued. "It was amazing. He treated me...like a girl. Like a princess. These whole six months, you and me, we've both been so worried about being too girly. And he treated me like a girl...and I *loved* it." I raised my hand up under my shirt and my bra, and pinched my nipple. "I told him I wanted to try it once, before I change back into a guy...I was afraid, really. And embarrassed too, of course..this is the guy we've been friends with the last three years in a row. But he treated it like the most natural thing in the world. He made me feel so at ease with it all." "We went to get lunch together. Even though it's his birthday, we just went to Viet Huong, the same as normal. But the way he looked at me, and then even touched me...it was nothing explicit, it's not like he had his hand on my ass, but I knew the rules had changed, that he was looking at me and I was his girl. It made me feel...special. Weird, I know, but it just felt right." I had my tongue firmly up Maria's twat. Normally I liked to rub against her clitoris with my finger when I ate her out, but I was doing that to myself, my hand down the front of my pants. Jesus Christ, I was so turned on. "Then when he got home I didn't really know what to do. I was so awkward. I just knelt over the bed and stuck my ass up in the air. I thought he'd fuck me from behind, and truth be told I was ready to go and would have been perfectly happy if that's all he did. But he took his time. He ate me out for a while, I came before he even stuck it in. And then when it did come...it felt right. A penis in my vagina. I felt completed, like I had been missing something and not known it. It was perfect. And we kept at it for at least half an hour. We took it slow, he let me control how we did it. But eventually we went through every position, I even let him..." I couldn't take it any more. I came. And when I come, it's nothing subtle. My mouth opens. I shut my eyes, hard, so hard it hurts. My body shakes, it's like a small convulsion. It completely overwhelms my body and would be embarrassing if it didn't feel so fucking good. Maria was already on the edge herself, and with a few flicks of her clit was moaning to an orgasm of her own. A minute later, we looked at each other and both laughed. I lay down in the couch and hugged her, both of us lying down and spooning. "Sometimes I wonder if you let yourself lose on purpose," she said, laughing. "Fuck you," I joked back. Actually, I wondered the same thing. ** My whole life can't be lesbian sex or masturbation, unfortunately - just the parts I tend to write about. I had a midterm coming in the next few days, and after a little more snuggling with Maria I had to go back to my room to study. I studied at my desk, only occasionally casting glances at the mirror to the side. Andy was out late, he had gone out drinking with some friend for his birthday. I heard him come back and looked at the clock - around one. I really wouldn't have thought much about it, really, except I then heard another voice, a girl's. I heard some talking, and then some laughing, and then some moaning. It was obviously Maria. She kept moaning and moaning, and I couldn't get any studying done. I took of my bra, slipped into bed, and masturbated myself to sleep, listening to the moans coming from Maria's bedroom. I got up the next morning, and Andy and Maria were having breakfast in the kitchen. They were talking in Spanish, which they sometimes like to do - of course Maria speaks it fluently, being born in Columbia, but Andy is just some white guy who took Spanish in High School. They were both sitting at the table, wearing shirts and boxer shorts, the same as me. There was nothing unusual about that - I had seen it before dozens of times. But there was something immediately different, something I couldn't quite place. I went to the refrigerator to cook up some bacon, not saying anything, when it struck me what it was. Their body language had changed. It wasn't just two roommates sitting at the table. Maria was smiling at Andy, even as she ate her Grapenuts or whatever the hell it was. Andy at first glance didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. But I couldn't help but notice that they were sitting right next to each other. And I couldn't quite tell, but it looked like his hand was even on her thigh. I actually don't like talking about sex. I mean, obviously I like sex, obviously I'm not some kind of prude, it's just not something I normally discuss. Maybe that's just how I was raised. So I didn't ask them about last night, not at first. I just made some chit chat about the weather or whatever as I started frying the bacon, and got some oats ready on the stove. It wasn't until I sat down with them that I asked "So you guys had sex last night?" Andy smiled. "You didn't hear her moaning last night?" Maria playfully hit him in the arm - a distinctly feminine gesture, I noted. "Stop!" She whined, half-joking. "I can't help but moan like that." She paused, and looked at me mischievously. "Actually, Andy kept me moaning all night, and then once this morning." She didn't look self-conscious at all. "It was amazing. You should try it, John. Before you change back. Andy wouldn't mind, would you?" she asked rhetorically. I shuddered inside. "No thanks. We have less than two weeks left. I'm not doing anything...anything gay." Maria just smiled. We both knew how ridiculous I sounded. "Good, then. More for me." She leaned forward and kissed Andy right on the lips. She did it like it was the most natural thing in the world. I got the message: she was embracing this, she was daring me to judge her. "I'm going to take a shower," Maria said. "John, if you want to join Andy and me..." she let the words hang. She was joking, but I knew that really I could take up the offer if I wanted. I went back to my bedroom, put on my plain white bra and panties, slipped into a T-shirt and some jeans, and went off to class. Maria was moaning again, before I even closed the door. ** That established the pattern for the next few days. I barely even saw Maria or Andy for the rest of our time as a woman. However I knew they were home, because I constantly heard Maria moaning. I didn't really talk to her again until classes the next Friday. She was in my Accounting class, and showed up a few minutes early. I was stunned to see her - she was dressed in a cute little cotton sun dress, her long black hair tied back with some clips! "Maria, are you crazy? Dressing like a girl, out in public! Everybody can see you, you're supposed to be keeping your transformation a secret!" Maria shrugged. "Andy likes it when I dress in skirts and dresses." She smiled wickedly, then leaned forward and whispered. "I'm wearing a thong underneath. A *pink* one." I gasped. "But I thought you were going to keep your transformation secret!" She laughed. "Come off it, John. I may not look as girly as you, but everybody knew I had gone to Dr. Ripley's as soon as they saw me. Every since his experiments went public, students can smell if you're a boy or a girl." She paused, looked around if anyone was listening in, and continued. "And I like dressing like this. I'm a girl. We've both had a bad attitude about this. Being a girl isn't just about the boobs or whatever. It's mental. I wanted to be girly all these six months. I wanted to be fucked. I just didn't know it. And now that I'm dressed...like this, and getting it regular from Andy, I just feel right. You don't understand. Sex as a girl, with Andy, just blows away any sex I've had before. Maybe it's all the pent-up frustrations, I don't know." "We both agreed at the start, Miguel." I used his real name, to emphasize my point. "We both agreed that we didn't want to do anything we'd regret once we transformed back." "There's absolutely no regret, Jamie." She used my female name, to emphasize the point. "Being a girly girl these last few days is the best thing that ever happened to me. I just feel special, in a way I never did before. I'm glad I had the experience, and nothing will ever change that." ** I got home late that night. As expected, Maria was off in Andy's room, moaning to her heart's content. But I didn't pay it much attention. I walked straight into my bedroom, and opened my backpack. There was a brown bag inside. I locked the door behind me, and dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed. I looked at what I had bought: a bra and panties. Nothing fancy, I had just gotten them at a department store off campus. But rather than the utilitarian white underwear I wore before, this was something I would have liked a girlfriend to wear. They were in light blue, to match my eyes actually. And the bottom was a thong. I admit, I raced to open the package. I pulled it out and gave it a once over. Of course I had seen thongs before, but I had never thought of it as something I'd wear myself, just something that showed off a nice ass. But looking at it, it looked comically small. Just a few thin strips of cloth, really. Kicking off my shoes and putting my thumbs into my underwear, I pulled my pants and white panties off together, with a quick jerk. They hit the floor and I stepped right out of them. I positioned the thong beneath me and pulled it up, past my calves and my creamy thighs. I could feel the underwear against my ass-crack and my vagina. It wasn't a specifically sexual feeling, actually, but it drew my attention to my femaleness. I had to have a look in the mirror, and that's where I squealed! After six months of being a girl, I thought I had gotten used to it. But seeing me in the mirror, seeing my round, sexy little ass wearing just a little blue thong, was a rush. So feminine, but so...right. I spent the next few minutes just looking, turning one way or the other to glimpse at it. I smacked my ass with my hand. I leaned back and stuck my ass out, like I was doing a squat. I just couldn't get enough. I took off my shirt and bra and just stared at myself, wearing nothing but a little pair of panties. I hadn't even tried the bra on yet. As I slid it on and reached behind my back to fasten the clasp, I was immediately struck by how different it made me look from when I wore the white utilitarian underwear. My breasts were on display. The light blue of the bra contrasted against my milky white breasts, and my cleavage was put on display. It was beautiful. I looked amazing. I didn't want to change back into my jeans. I tried staying in my underwear and just working on my homework, but it didn't work. I couldn't help but keep staring at myself in the mirror I kept by my desk. I would turn my head, smile into the mirror, arch my back, and just pose. I couldn't get enough. After fifteen minutes I realized I wasn't going to get any work done. I reached into the second drawer of the desk, and pulled out a small egg- shaped vibrator - the least phallic vibrator they had down at the sex shop. Pulling the bottom of the thong to the side, I held the vibrator against my vagina, and leaned back. God damn did it feel good. I put my spare hand up to my breast, and reached up under my bra to rub my nipples. I lost myself in the sensation. Warm, wet - I was looking forward to turning back into a man, but I would really miss vibrators. I had tried them as a man once, messing around with a girlfriend's vibrator. It didn't do anything for me, it just felt a little ticklish I suppose. But as a woman, it was amazing, an instant orgasm machine for whenever I felt horny. The sensation built and built inside of me, and I braced myself internally - I knew it was going to be a hard one, and I knew what was coming. Sure enough, I started bucking my hips up and down. My legs started shaking, and I fell off the seat. But that wasn't the end - I was so enraptured with pleasure that my whole body started shaking, and I kicked the desk a few times, hard. I don't know how long it lasted - it couldn't have been more than a minute or two, but it felt like it went on forever. ** I felt like an addict. I got up early the next morning, to give myself time to drive into the city before even heading to class. There was a Victoria's Secret there, and I got myself the frilliest, laciest things I could find at the store. I only had three days left as a girl, but I couldn't help myself, and got four pairs of underwear. They were see through, they were push up, they displayed my sexy athletic body. I bought them, putting them all on my credit card - I couldn't totally afford them, honestly, but I didn't care. The cashier didn't say anything, but she smiled we she saw the credit card with the name "John" on it. She must have known I was one of Dr. Ripley's girls. I went straight back into the dressing room, slipped off my plain white panties, and put on the sexiest one of my purchases. It was black lace lingerie set. The panties were g-strings, of course, the same as all the other panties I had bought. But what I liked most was the black stocking and garter belt set it came with. I had never worn anything like that before, and while of course I understood the basics of how to put it on, it took me a while to do it all correctly. Eventually I figured out the black stockings, rolling them up my leg until mid thigh. There was a small trim of purple on the top of the stocking - not enough to be flashy, just a subtle little detail that I liked. The garter belt was a little more difficult. It was a thin garter belt, I first pulled it tight around my waist and then hooked it behind me. I knew that the belt should be be allowed to hang inside my pant, to let me take my underwear off without unhooking everything, but it took a bit of playing to get the nub of all four straps aligned to the holes in the stocking, and hold them up in position. The same as with the blue bra I had worn yesterday, the black bra made a world of difference. It was a gauze bra with wire supports, and once I got it on I could plainly see my aureoles and nipples right through it. And it pushed them up and made my boobs stick straight out. I was just a small B, but on my small frame and with the push-up effect, I looked incredibly busty. I just stared at myself in the changing room mirror, I caught myself licking my lips. I could have stared at myself all day, but I had taken a long time to change already. I didn't know what the saleslady would think, and anyway I would probably be late for class as it was. So with a bit of regret, I forced myself into the jeans and the T-shirt, and headed to class. Really, the whole day I got nothing done. I know it may sound like a waste to put on a such a sexy outfit and then wear it in the most asexual clothes one could find, but I got off on it. I don't know what it was - maybe just the feeling. I would wiggle around in my chair, feel my nearly bare ass as it rubbed against the fabric of the jeans. Or maybe it was the thrill of getting caught - I thought I could see the outline of the garters through the jeans, and definitely my breasts looked twice as large, even through the shirt. Or maybe...maybe it was something more. My mind drifted over and over again to various scenarios. Like, maybe someone would get a glance at what I was wearing. Or maybe that cute TA would pull down my pants and... I cut myself off. Really, I was letting myself get too far. Of course there was no shame in trying on women's clothes, not when I was a woman. But I was forgetting myself. Certainly the last thing I wanted to do was be like Maria, wearing skirts and dresses and tying back her hair with girly barrettes. And then the way she let Andy fuck her...just the thought of doing that myself revolted me. ** I didn't have any more sex with Maria for the rest of the week, which got me feeling as horny as all else. Maria simply didn't have the time. Her and Andy were cutting classes and skipping work, and doing nothing but fucking. I barely even saw them, I just heard Maria moaning constantly. Like, I come home from school or three, or would wake up at five in the morning to go to the bathroom, and would hear Maria moaning like crazy, or the thumping of the bed frame against the wall. When they did come out, though, they had no shame. They'd have their hands all over each other. Andy would only be wearing a pair of boxers, and Maria might be wearing nothing at all. But it didn't really feel that exhibitionist, because they would just quickly grab something from the refrigerator, or make a trip to the bathroom, and then get right back to their fucking. I didn't really talk to Maria again until it was finally the day for us to turn back. "Let's head to the office while it's still open," I told her. I yelled it through the door, and she yelled back that she would. I knew she was fucking Andy. An hour later, we were in our jeans and T-shirts and headed to Dr. Ripley's office. "I can't believe you let him fuck you like that," I told her. She didn't reply, she just smiled to herself. Dr. Ripley may sound like a mad scientist, but his office is anything but. It could be any one of the many research labs on campus, with a few subtle differences. There were students milling about, and while of course that wasn't really anything unusual for a college, I'd heard about students who just hanged around the lab, looking for people who wanted to try pressing the button. It was hard to imagine - I'd never trust a stranger with that. It had been hard enough to trust Miguel, and he had been my best friend since High School. But more importantly, there was an incredibly beautiful girl behind the desk, she looked as though she were some kind of receptionist. I guessed she was a student intern. She was tall and slender, a pale white girl with long red hair brushed to the side. I went straight up to her desk. She was engrossed on her cell phone, so I rang the button. She put down the phone and looked up at me. "Oh god, you're cute," she said. I was taken aback. "I was thinking the same thing about you," I said, a little lamely. She laughed. "Sorry," she said. "But I work here a lot and see a lot of transformed girls. I can tell just from looking at you that you're on the six month program. But you're really much more girly than any of the others I've seen." "I've heard that a lot," I complained. "But it's true! It's a shame you're not dressed up for it a little more, you'd be so attractive. Anyway, you're here for..." "Me and my friend Maria are done with our six month tour, we need to transform back." She looked at me quizzically for a second. "Did you not pay attention to what we told you when you first transformed?" I laughed, a little embarrassed. "Not really. The two of us were good and drunk when we came here." It was her turn to laugh. "That's the way to do it. Anyway, it just wears off tonight. You'll wake up, back and manly. By the way, my name's Teresa." "And I'm John" I replied. "Tomorrow your name's John. But today it's..." "Jamie. But I never use it." "It's a nice enough name, anyway." "My friend Maria chose it. She says I look just like Jamie Eason, the fitness model." "Never heard of her. Anyway, Jamie, I'd like to give you my phone number. Give me a call when you change back. I can't wait to see what you look like as a man." She wrote her number on a slip of paper and smiled. I smiled as well. ** I'm not the type to get all gushy about such things, but I was really psyched to get the girl's phone number. Honestly, I had enjoyed my six months as a girl, and I enjoyed trying on the underwear, and maybe on some level I could even sort of understand Maria getting together with Andy. But I was repulsed by it as well. I remembered in the back of my mind that I was still a male, and the fact that I was wearing a thong at the time didn't contribute to what remained of my macho ego. Maybe I was even a little frightened of going back - not that I had gone in to deep, but just that I had gotten used to being female, and it would take some adjustment to being male again. So the fact that I hadn't even changed back yet and was already getting some smoking girl's phone number really made me feel better. Maria was looking psyched as well, but for entirely different reasons. Right when we got out of the office she called Andy, and let him know the "good news." He had gone off to class in the meantime, but I gathered that he'd leave class and head right back. As soon as we got home, Maria turned on her Xbox and sat down on the couch. However, I had other ideas. I sat next to her and put my hand on her thigh. She put down the controller and looked at me with her dark eyes, like she was about to say something. I didn't give her the chance. With a week's worth of sexual frustration, I dove right at her mouth, sticking my tongue as far down her throat as I could. I grasped and clawed my hands over her small tits, which were bra-less underneath her thin cotton sundress. We were at this for only a minute before I started ripping off my own clothes. And that's when she finally pulled back. "John!" she said, dramatically filling her voice with mock shock. "What is this? Red underwear! Is that a thong you're wearing?" Embarrassed, I reached to pull my pants up, but it was too late. "It is!" she screamed. She snatched at my shirt. "And look! A cute red bra to go with it! You really are a girly-girl. Aren't you, Jamie?" And with that, she pulled up on my shirt over my head. My hands flew up, and were caught in the shirt. My pants were already down by my ankles, I couldn't really move my legs. Unexpectedly, she had me pinned against the couch. I squirmed and tried to break free, but I was caught in an awkward position, and I was so small compared to her. "Say it!" she yelled. Her tone suddenly became so serious. "Say you're just a little girl." She pinned me tighter against the couch. I struggled to break free, but I couldn't really move. I felt so humiliated. "I'm a little girl," I finally said. "And that you love wearing cute little bras!" I squirmed, but she just pressed my half-naked body harder into the couch. "I love being a little girly girl who wears cute little bras!" I shrieked. Maria leaned forward, and kissed me. My body felt light, like the blood was rushing out of my head. My legs started shaking. Suddenly I realized what was happening to me. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't. My hips started bucking against Maria, my mouth opened into a 'o', and I started squinting my eyes. My legs started shaking and I felt overcome by another monstrous orgasm. Overwhelmed, I fell onto the floor, and thrashed about in ecstasy. When I came to, Maria was smirking at me. She didn't have to say anything. I was ashamed, and I was turned on, and she knew it. "Having fun, girls?" asked Andy. I turned around, surprised. I hadn't noticed Andy come in, and he must have seen what Maria and I were up to. I got a second surprise when I caught a glance of Andy: he was totally nude. He was holding his semi-erect penis, and was staring right at me. It wasn't the first time I had seen Andy naked; we were roommates after all, and we went to the gym together. But of course it was the first time I had ever had a man look at me, with an erect penis and an expression of lust. I was still lying back on the couch, my hands and feet still bound in my clothes, feeling utterly helpless and embarrassed before him. He walked up without hesitation, pulled up my shirt from over my hands, and pulled the pants down over my feet. In only my girly little matching bra and panties, I quickly sat up on the couch and looked at him. I didn't know what came next. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Maria, looking on, rubbing her breast through her clothes with one hand, her other hand planted down under her sundress and inside her underwear. Andy leaned down, pulled down the front of my bra, put my breast in his mouth, and started sucking. His tongue traced around my aureola, then flicked against my nipple, teasing it into ecstasy. Oh god, it was so different with Andy than with Maria - stronger, and rougher. My eyes closed. My mouth contracted into a little 'O.' I could feel my leg begin to twitch... "No," I said. "No!" Andy looked at me and smiled, seemingly unmoved. "Don't try to tell me you're not enjoying this," he said. "I can't," I yelled. "I'm still a man." I didn't wait to hear what him or Maria might say. I had already taken this too far. I got up and went to my room. I lay down on my bed and started crying. It wasn't too much longer until I could hear Maria's moaning coming through the walls. I listened intently, masturbating the entire time. ********************************************************************** This story is set in the world of the Prisoner's Dilemna, by Green Double Aught. Many thanks to him for writing a fun set of stories, an interesting transformation device, and a nifty FAQ about it all. I do intend for a couple quick follow up stories to this one. Thanks for reading!