Friendly Neighbor
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The Friendly Neighbor
Everyone likes a good neighbor. But when that neighbor is a hot young
blonde with a body to die for, every small glimpse and meeting is a
bonus.
My neighbor was Tanya, a beautiful young gym instructor who had recently
shifted into the apartment opposite to mine. She kept her blonde tresses
really short, had a sharp perky nose, her lips always looked red and soft
and she showed ample cleavage to go with her long neck. What captivated
me was her eyes. Big and blue and they literally shone when she smiled.
Add to all this an endless pair of legs often shown off in stilettos and
she almost turned me into a stalker. Almost.
After a few hellos in the lift, Tanya had asked me to join her gym. I am
actually quite thin but the sparkle in her eyes when she asked me left me
a little weak in the legs and I promised to join up.
I was a 25-year-old graphic designer in a an advertising firm with no
girlfriend or social life. A sad state of affairs. So you'll agree that
Tanya's friendliness was a ray of hope for a drowning man.
It was on the third day when it happened. The gym was almost empty and I
was on the treadmill as Tanya stood beside me, looking delicious in a
sports bra when she suddenly said: "You're a very pretty boy Rob."
I was so shocked at her statement that I missed a step and fell from the
treadmill, hurting my ankle. I always thought of myself as pretty. Not
handsome, just pretty. This was the first time someone else had said it.
As I lay there grimacing in pain, Tanya knelt down, the smell of her
perfume making my heart beat faster, and she started taking the shoe off
my injured foot.
"No, no, don't do that," I protested but she was stronger than me and
brushed my hands aside to take the shoe and socks off.
I can still recall her smile when she saw my feet.
"What have we here, pretty boy?" she had mocked.
My toenails had been immaculately painted in maroon nail polish. As they
glistened and shone in the bright lights of the gym, I turned crimson and
stammered.... "No, these, err, they were a practical joke...by some
friends."
My excuses were sounding lame even to me. Suddenly, Tanya put her arm
around me, putting the weight of my head on the crook of her elbow and
gave me a long, wet and passionate kiss. As I felt her tongue and smelt
her lipstick, a warm sensation flooded me. The helplessness was
electrifying.
From that day, everything changed between me and Tanya. From just a hot
neighbor, she turned into the fantasy I craved. At first, the memory of
my embarrassingly feminine feet made me hesitate in approaching her. But
somehow the memory of the kiss overcame all that. Soon, I began watching
out from my window for her. I would rush to help her carry her groceries,
sometimes escort her to the lift, even open the cab door for her.
However, I never mustered the courage to ask her out. Something always
stopped me. She too never took another step after that long passionate
kiss. But something had changed between us. I strangely felt a little
subservient to her. She just had to raise her eyebrows and I would rush
to help her, like a little lap dog.
Then one day she called me over to her apartment on a Saturday. "I am
having a party tonight, Rob. And you are going to help." It was a
statement, not a request.
"Of course Tanya," I said. Eager to please.
"Good, I have kept a dress for you in the bedroom. Go and put it on."
"Err, did you say dress Tanya?"
"Of course, I did," she said with a smile. "It's a girls only party...and
I thought I'll invite the girl living inside you."
I blushed at this but told her I was too shy to go through with this.
Besides, I wasn't gay.
"Nonsense," she said. She came close to me, grabbed my shirt collar and
pulled me closer. She was half an inch taller than me without her heels.
And I had seen her strength. As I smelt that intoxicating perfume again
and looked into those deep blue eyes, I couldn't see any malice. But I
did sense her resolve and gulped.
"You're going to do what I a say, aren't you pretty boy," she said.
"Ye, ye ...yes Tanya," I stammered.
"Then get going," she said with a slap on my butt.
I yelped and moved to the bedroom.
On the bed I saw the dress and gasped. It was a maid's outfit, in black
satin. My heart started thumping like a Harley Davidson engine. It was
obvious that Tanya and grasped my love for cross-dressing. But I didn't
think I had the guts to go ahead with it. Next to the dress was a lacy
black bra and panty.
Tanya appeared behind me and said impatiently: "Go on. Start changing. I
want you ready before the girls come, Robina."
So, the girl of my dreams had a girl's name for me now. Sigh!
I usually kept myself hairless. As I stripped shyly in front of Tanya,
she saw my feet and said: "Hey! Why did you clear your nail paint? Your
feet were so pretty...never mind, we'll fix that."
I blushed again and slowly put on the undergarments, secretly relishing
the feel against my skin. The maid's dress, I realized to my chagrin, was
pretty short and if I bent even slightly, it showed my panties.
Tanya ignored this and said, "Let's start on your make-up now."
She sat me in front of her dresser and started on the make up. First she
made me paint my toenails the same maroon shade she had seen me in
earlier. The she applied a foundation on my face, eye shadow, rouge and
mascara. The lipstick was creamy and the same shade as the toes. She
first outlined my lips with a pencil and then filled it in with a brush
and the lipstick. After this came a blonde wig of shoulder-length hair, a
pearl necklace around my neck and 2-inch open-toed heels on my feet.
When I turned around to look in the mirror, I gasped. It was like someone
had punched me in the gut. Staring at me from the mirror was this
gorgeous blonde girl with the pout, and dare I say aura, of a Hollywood
star. I looked stunning and I was stunned.
All this while the proximity of Tanya, the feel of her touch had already
been too much for me and I thought I would faint from the exhilaration.
Soon we were joined by another pretty girl called Zoya. A short dusky
girl also dressed in a maid's outfit. She was the regular maid, Tanya
told me and my job was to help her out.
Zoya was mean and soon grasped that I was a boy, declaring her discovery
with an annoying giggle. She took over the kitchen and began barking
orders to me, calling me a sissy boy.
"Clean the table, sissy boy."
"Walk like a girl, sissy boy."
"Curtsey to the guests or I'll spank you sissy boy."
She scared me. Tanya soon told her to go easy on me and not to tell the
guests that I was a boy and I took a big breath.
By now I had managed to balance myself on the heels and the guests
started arriving. I opened the door and welcomed them all with a curtsey.
Most of them smiled or just ignored me.
I was relieved to know no one had discovered that I was a boy. But my
humiliation was only beginning.
As I began serving the snacks and drinks, I would bend down to offer the
tray to the seated guest and my panty would be visible. Soon most of the
girls were giggling and many asked me to serve them just so the others
could see my panty.
After about an hour, when I returned from the kitchen for another round,
I sensed something had changed. Everyone seemed to be staring at me. They
knew.
I looked at Tanya but she averted her eyes, which only strengthened my
suspicions. But much to my relief, no one said anything. Tanya must have
told them not to, I thought, relieved and feeling even more love for this
beautiful woman.
After dinner, me and Zoya were summoned into the living room.
One of the guests, an auburn haired girl in an evening gown addressed us
and said:
"Robina and Zoya, we are going to play a game and you girls are going to
indulge us."
"Yes ma'm," we both said in chorus.
Suddenly, the girls got up and tied me our hands behind our back. Our
heels were taken off and silver anklets with bells put on our feet.
"Oh, his feet look so pretty," one girl whispered.
I heard her and blushed. So they definitely knew.
"Here are the rules girls", said the auburn haired girl. "We will throw
these keys anywhere in the room and you two have to compete to retrieve
them and bring them to the thrower. The one who gets them back the most
times will be the winner."
"The winner," she continued, "gets a $100 tip and the rest of the night
off and the loser gets punished".
Uh-oh! I was being set up.
Soon the first key was thrown and we were away. Not only was running in
such a short dress, fake breasts juggling, anklets jingling humiliating.
But with our hands tied we had to kneel down, pick the keys with our
mouth and take them to the thrower.
I could manage only two wins, both times with Tanya. Zoya was the
undisputed winner. She looked triumphant as her hands were untied and she
was given the day off.
Zoya whispered into my ear: "Bye sissy boy" and left, leaving me curled
up on the rug in the centre of the living room, humiliated and helpless,
my hands still tied behind and my panties visible to all the guests. This
was like a nightmare or rather a wet dream.
The party was now beginning to wind up and it was time for my punishment.
As the girls began to leave they would come up to me and I had to kiss
their feet. A punishment no doubt devised by that mean auburn haired
guest. As I kissed the various pretty and manicured feet of all the
girls, I recognized the last pair of feet with the red nail paint. It was
Tanya.
I dutifully kissed them too but a tear rolled down my cheek as I did it.
Tanya knelt down and holding my chin lifted my face towards her. She
wiped the tear and kissed me on the lips, the same warm, wet and probing
kiss.
She then lifted me from the rug in her arms, surprising me with her
strength, and took me into the bedroom, where she pulled down my skirt
and panties and undid the buttons of my blouse. All this while my hands
were still tied and I could only look on at this gorgeous woman
helplessly, breathing heavily.
She then stripped herself, revealing a stunning figure and a big juicy
bosom, and began kissing me all over. She kissed me on the lips, sucked
on my nipples and ran her manicured fingers over my manhood, if I could
call it that.
"Untie me please," I asked her.
"No way babe. You're my toy today. My own living doll to do as I please,"
she said with a smile.
As I whimpered, panted and even moaned from her touch, she whispered into
my ear, "Spread your legs for me my pretty girl."
By now I was in another world and complied immediately. Suddenly she got
up from the bed and returned in a moment wearing a strap-on. Before I
could realize what was happening, she had applied some lube and was
inside me.
I screamed first. "Hush my baby," she whispered, beginning to move
slowly. Soon the pain gave way to pleasure, and I began matching her
movements, Every thrust sending explosions of pleasure into my head. My
anklets jingling with every move reminded me of the feminine role I was
in and somehow increased my pleasure and I finally came like I had never
come before, holding my new mistress and my love's breasts and squealing
like a girl.
Epilogue
From that day, Tanya gave me many such days of pleasure. Every second
week I became her maid for her parties. She made me stock up a girl's
wardrobe and cosmetics too. Now, I sleep in a sexy satin nightgown every
night and every now and then sneak into Mistress Tanya's home in a girl's
dress. One day she even took me out dressed as a girl. But that is
another story.
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to improve my writing.
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