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Frankenstein Mark Two.
Penny Farthing.
I shared a flat with Bruce, he was something in chemical engineering. I
worked for a housing association, looking after their IT needs, we were
both geeks but very different in lots of ways. He was tall and muscular,
spending time in the gym and I was rather small--a mere five foot five
and nine stone dripping wet, that's 126lbs for those who don't use
stones. He was like the proverbial barn door, and I not unlike a stick
insect. He was dark, I was blond, we were opposites but we gelled.
We met at uni and didn't like each other at first. Because I was shy and
diffident with girls, there were rumours that I was gay. I wasn't but
you know how rumours work, facts have little to do with them.
Bruce stood up for me when some thug was lining me up for an ambulance
trip and the thug scowling backed down and went in search of another
victim. I bought him a few drinks and we got talking and the next thing
we were sharing a small flat. It had two bedrooms, so could do our own
things in private, which for Bruce meant loads of girls--he was a babe
magnet and during the year we shared as students, he must have bedded
twenty or more.
His family were well to do, while mine weren't--in fact, I was an orphan
whose foster parents had died, so I was alone in the world, but it
didn't worry me except in making friends--I found it hard. Bruce did talk
me into tagging along with him to one or two parties but I got funny
looks from the boys and the girls only spoke to me to get Bruce's phone
number.
My lack of social skills, especially with girls, wasn't helped by the
fact that my boy bits were as small as the rest of me, a couple of
inches growing by another half an inch when excited. When Bruce saw me
naked the first time as the bathroom door opened by itself, he told me
he'd seen bigger sausages on sticks. I hid myself away and cried for the
rest of the day.
I forgave him and continued to do most of the housework in the
flat--yeah, that got remarks too. But being in a children's home and then
a foster home, the regimes had been discipline and tidiness. I was
therefore obsessively tidy, and having little money to spare, good at
mending things--I learned to sew and had even made myself the odd item,
although being close to a child's size in clothing and shoes, I often
got away with buying kids clothes and there's no tax on them.
At the beginning of October, Bruce's latest girlfriend, Zoe, decided she
and her flatmate were going to throw a Halloween party, fancy dress of
course but not necessarily all ghosts and ghouls--the theme was films.
Zoe's flatmate is a girl called Wanda, yeah not a fish, although when in
drinking mood she gave a good impression of one and she seemed able to
walk, talk and stand still where most humans would be sliding under the
table. Being small, I had very little tolerance. Wanda was a technician
at the local film studios, involved with makeup and things--you know
making someone of twenty five look like a ninety year old, or was it the
other way round? Zoe, Bruce's latest was a pharmacist, so we were a
disparate group when we did get together, and they were all bigger than
I was.
The discussion was going on at our place and I was making teas and
coffees and handing out some cake, only a sponge I'd made, when the
girls teased me mercilessly--Wanda asking if Zoe was aware that Bruce had
a wife already, indicating me as I sliced the cake. I blushed when I
heard the laughter, but carried on passing round the cake.
Finally they all agreed on the party and I decided I didn't want to go.
The pressure they put on me was enormous. I still refused but did offer
to help do the food.
"Only if you turn up dressed like a waitress," said Zoe.
"Sorry, in which case, I'll do some stuff here and Bruce can bring it
over, I'm not a party animal."
"You've gotta come, Rob, or I won't go." Bruce really turned the screw.
"But I don't like parties, I always feel like a spare you know."
"Cocktail sausage, yeah, we know," said Bruce and I blushed and went off
to my bedroom.
Nothing more was said about the party except my offer to make some food
was accepted. The day before, I set about making vol-au-vents, sausage
rolls and two quiches. Bruce was astonished when he saw the fridge full
of food.
On the morning of the party, he asked me again if I'd go and I shook my
head no. He asked me to help him take the stuff over in the
afternoon--the girls lived across the road from us, and I agreed.
So after lunch--in my case a sandwich, I wasn't very hungry, I helped him
carry boxes and trays of food across to the girls--they were knocked out
by my effort and each kissed me. They insisted I have a drink with them,
which I didn't really want but it seemed churlish to refuse, so a glass
of red wine was placed in front of me.
I think I mentioned I don't drink very much so when my head began to
feel a little strange, I thought I'd better get back. I stood up but my
body froze, "Sit down, Robyn," said Zoe. I wanted to protest my name is
actually Robert, but everyone calls me Rob--however, I couldn't. I was
like a robot.
"Follow me, Robyn." I was powerless to resist. I was led to their rather
nice bathroom and they undressed me, the two girls that is. They covered
me in some cream over all my body including my chest, arms legs, pubes,
even my bum and then showered it off. The little body hair I had went
with it. I was dried off and Bruce arrived with a bottle of some sort.
"This is the stuff, it's worth a fortune but the solvent is even dearer
so I didn't bother."
"And it works with the ultraskin?" asked Wanda.
"Yeah, but it's going to be on there a very long time so get it right
first time."
"We're professionals," Wanda threw back at him, "if you don't believe
me, how about that for a colour match?" She held some cold object next
to my shoulder.
"Yeah, that's brilliant," I heard Bruce's voice reply.
I was made to stand with my legs apart while Wanda did something
uncomfortable with my groin. She pushed up hard against me and I suspect
my little testes went back up into their cavities, but I couldn't be
sure -- my head wasn't really working much at all.
Next the two girls painted me with the bottle of whatever Bruce had
brought and waited for it to dry, then they painted me again and I felt
my willie being wrapped in something cold and it being pulled back
between my legs and something pushed and pressed back and front of me.
"Waddya think?" Wanda asked and Bruce gasped.
"Shit that looks real."
"Yep, functional too, she can be shagged," Wanda declared.
"Can she wee?"
"Yep, and crap, and if that glue is good as you said just as well, it
could be months before that little lot comes off -- good job it breathes
like real skin."
I felt them doing things to my hips and bum--attaching more of the cold
stuff with the glue. I was laid down on the bathroom floor and Wanda
fiddled with my chest, when she finished they sat me up and I had rather
large breasts with prominent nipples.
"Bloody hell, she looks wonderful," said Bruce.
"That's not all, these nipples are made of a heat sensitive compound
that swells in response to temperature, so if she gets warm, her nipples
will grow."
Bruce felt the breasts and exclaimed they felt real, Wanda almost
purred.
They stood me up and began to dress me, "Bruce is going as Batman, you
Robyn are his girl sidekick, Batgirl." Panties were pulled up my legs
and then a booster bra was fitted and it lived up to its reputation
judging by my cleavage. Then the skimpy costume was fitted to me--since
when did Batgirl wear a corset? I did, one which drew in my skinny waist
to smaller proportions.
I'd never shaved in my life, so my skin is good on my face, just a bit
of peach fuzz, which they decided to leave. Wanda fitted long individual
lashes to my eyes. That seemed to take ages, then Zoe produced a syringe
and injected my lips several times. "Hmm, real cocksuckers," joked
Wanda.
"Only if we tell her to," said Zoe.
"She'd do that?" gasped Bruce.
"Yep, the drug I gave her will last for about twelve more hours."
"Gimme a try," I heard a zip being undone and Bruce stood before me.
"Suck my cock until I come," he said brandishing his sizeable organ in
my face. Although somewhere inside me I was saying no, I took it in my
hands and began to do as he commanded me.
Minutes later he was grunting and he instructed me to swallow. I
couldn't resist. "Got anymore of that stuff?"
"Yeah, why?" asked Zoe sounding unsure.
"Well you don't like blowjobs, but I do, looks like I've found a willing
helpmate. Can we make her less wooden, she's like a robot?"
"Yes, just wait -- go and change while we finish her makeup -- and don't
you dare mess it up with your animal urges."
The finished my makeup with a bright pink lip gloss, which I heard Wanda
tell Zoe should last a couple of dozen BJs without losing colour or
shine. My hair was hidden behind a thick wig of dark brown which was
fixed to my forehead with glue and to the sides and back of my face and
neck with the same glue. I hoped it wasn't the permanent one.
My costume was finished with a shiny black miniskirt and high heeled
boots, my hair was fitted through the headpiece which covered my
forehead and head, like Batman's, then my hands were fitted with thin
stretchy gloves which went up to my elbows, and a cape was fitted to my
shoulders.
"Until I tell you otherwise, you will obey without question any order
Bruce, Wanda or I give you, understood?" Zoe instructed me. "You may
speak, but you will talk like a woman."
"Yes, Zoe," I said in a voice that wasn't my normal one. Wanda gasped in
amazement.
"Until we tell you otherwise, your name is Robyn, you are a woman and
you love to suck and fuck. Got that?"
"Yes, Zoe, I understand."
"So anyone who asks--you'll oblige, okay?"
"Yes, Zoe."
"You'll do it with great zest and enjoyment, you will enjoy
it--especially with Bruce--you find the taste of his juice irresistible."
"Yes, Zoe."
"You will orgasm every time you get fucked and you will squeal and
scream in delight."
"Yes, Zoe."
"You can walk miles in those heels, in fact you have difficulty walking
in flats and you have a walk like a whore, your arse waggles like two
melons in a sack, and you enjoy using your body to flirt with men. Got
it?"
"Yes, Zoe."
"You are the most sensual woman on the planet, you love to touch men and
rub your body against them. You dance like a professional, shaking that
booty better than most of us. You will be the life and soul of this
party, and you will love it. Now take this pill."
I swallowed it and some more wine. "You can drink as much as you like,
you can't get drunk, now show us your walk." I wiggled my way
suggestively up and down the room. "Bruce, come here," Zoe called. He
entered the room. "Show us how you'll deal with any man, and move and
speak sensually all the time."
"Oh my, Batman, you're my hero," I said touching his face and rubbing my
booted leg against his, "I just love muscular men, does this muscle
work?" I drew the back of my gloved hand up his crotch and he nearly
fell over.
"Good enough?" Zoe beamed to the others.
"Shit, you've created a monster," gasped Wanda.
"Yeah, great innit?" said Bruce with a huge grin.
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