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New Years Eve
By
Cheryl Lynn
This is a work of fiction and any relationship to persons or events is
purely accidental. Like my other "Eve" stories, this contains unwanted
sex and humiliation. If these stories are not to your liking, Do Not
Read. You have been warned. This story may be downloaded for personal
pleasure only and any other use prohibited without the author's consent.
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New Years Eve
Harold kept to the shadows, creeping along at a nerve racking slow pace.
He kept one eye ahead looking for a safe refuge should he need it. The
other eye kept glancing backward to see if he was being followed. He was
in a terrible fix and knew it. That bull dyke had glued rubber "DD" tits
to his chest and a faux vagina between his legs. To make matters worse,
she had dressed him like a hooker. Now he was stuck having to walk home
in the cold night through a bad part of town. With each step he cringed
as the click-clack of his heels reverberated from the pavement.
Fortunately, no one seemed to be out and about but any sound made him
jump.
He was about half way home when he had no choice but to step out into the
street light. He was at a major interchange which he had to cross to get
home. He was about half way through the intersection when the taxi pulled
up. He did his best to ignore it but the driver rolled down his window
and spoke.
"Hey there honey where ya going on a cold night like this with no jacket.
Hop in my nice warm cab and I'll give ya a lift. Aint got no fuckin'
business anyway. Hop on in, ya look like ya is freezin' that hot ass of
yours off," he said.
Harold wanted to run but the offer of a ride in a warm cab made him stop
in his tracks. He was colder than he had ever been and perhaps the
cabby's offer worth the chance.
"Errrr, I....I don't...don't have any money. My....my purse was stolen," he
chattered.
"Like I said no fuckin' business, hop in and we'll discuss payment along
the way," he replied.
Harold started to get into the back seat but was told to get in the
front.
"No honey, you get in the front where the heater is. You sound like
you're freezing to death," he said.
Against his better judgment, Harold got into the front. The idea of
getting warm outweighed any caution. He gave the cabby his address and
did his best to pull the short skirt down. The cabby was an older man,
perhaps in his fifties, round triple chinned face and flabby beer belly.
He was dressed neatly but showed that he had been in it for awhile. The
rumpled white long sleeved shirt had a mustard and ketchup stain
discoloring the front. Harold suppressed a shudder as he turned his
attention back to the hot air flowing from the vents.
About five blocks from his house the cabby pulled over to the side of the
road. When Harold turned to face him to ask why they had stopped, the
cabby reached a grubby hand behind Harold's neck and pulled him forward.
Harold felt the bristly five o'clock shadow rasp across his face as their
lips met. Harold instinctively pushed back and broke the unwanted
contact.
As Harold gasped, the cabby laughed, "Yeah, sorry about that honey. I
forgot how you hookers do everything but kiss. Makes fuckin' some dude
too personal and all that, huh? Well, don't matter none. I'll consider
your fare paid for a quick blow job then I'll take you the rest of the
way."
As Harold made his way up the sidewalk to his house, he kept spitting and
wiping the back of his hand over his lips. "After all the cocks I've had
to suck tonight, you'd think I'd be use to the taste by now. I don't know
how girls can stand it. It tastes horrible and more like swallowing
snot," he thought.
The next week was miserable for Harold. He desperately wanted to talk to
his therapist but it was the holidays and she couldn't be reached. Plus
he had a hell of a time trying to convince his mother that it wasn't his
fault. She found it very difficult to believe that a mere girl could,
much less would, force him into putting on a pair of rubber boobs and
fake vagina. She harbored doubts about him ever since Halloween when he
came home tattooed with that abduction story of his. Her son had been a
wimp all his life and it didn't come as any surprise when he showed up
like that. She gave him the benefit of a doubt and sent him to a
therapist and now he shows up dressed like a hooker and saying he was
forced by some girl to dress like that. The dressing part she might have
understood but who would spend money gluing that stuff on him. The boobs
and vagina were good but not that realistic yet they had to be expensive.
"Well, he is old enough to do what he wants but needs to learn to tell
the truth. All he had to tell me was that he wanted that done. I would
have understood. I can even understand why he wants to look like a girl.
I have always wanted grandchildren but gave up on that idea ages ago.
He's never had a date and his only friends are guys. Weird guys at that,
wearing eye makeup, black lipstick and such. Imagine him trying to tell
me it's the in thing to be a Goth or whatever that is. Just plain gay if
you ask me," she thought.
Ooo
"Harold it's time to get ready for the New Year's Ball. I've got your
costume all laid out on your bed. Get in the bathroom, I've got your bath
ready then meet me in your room," she said.
"Mom, I'm not going and that's final! Don't you think I've had enough bad
experiences wearing your stupid costumes already?" he yelled.
"Don't be ridiculous Harold. We've been doing this in like forever. You
can't let a few things stop you. Since you still live under my roof, you
will do what I say, young man. Now get your butt in the tub or else I'll
get my belt," she stormed back.
When he entered the bathroom, the smell of lavender hit him like a
baseball bat. "Mom! What have you done now? It smells like a florist shop
in here," he screamed.
"Don't Mom me. Just get into the bath and make sure you use that razor on
your legs and underarms. You need to be squeaky clean for your costume.
Now get busy or I get my strap, oh, don't forget the moisturizer and talc
when you finish," she yelled back.
Harold mumbled curses as he raised his leg from the water. "These damn
fake boobs are always getting into the way. I can't seem to do anything
without them bumping into something or getting into my way. How can she
fuckin expect me to shave my legs when I can't see over these damn
things," he mumbled.
Finished in the bath, he dried himself off, moisturized and dusted with
the lavender scented talc. Grimacing, he tucked the towel up over his
chest as his mother demanded now that he had a pair and went to his room.
"You have got to be kidding me! I'm not going to wear that!" he shouted
as soon as he saw what she had laid out.
"Well, with those big hooters you can't expect to go as the Baby New Year
now can you? That has traditionally been a boy's role. Mrs. Dalmatian's
little boy, Delbert, will take that role at the party this year. No you
are going to go as his baby girlfriend. Maybe this time you won't be
running off getting yourself into trouble," she replied.
With much fussing, kicking and screaming until she swatted his bare butt
a few times, she managed to dress Harold. A fluffy white cotton diaper
was pinned into place with two very large pink plastic covered diaper
pins. Pink rubber panties with eight rows of sparkling white floral lace
across the bottom were pulled up his legs. A pink bra with white lace
hemming at the straps and cups was fastened to his chest. He had been
wearing a bra for almost a week and he was somewhat use to that but the
diaper was disconcerting. A silky pink nylon camisole with white lace
trim was pulled over his head before his mother put white nylon socks
with four fluffy rows of pink lace on his feet.
Partially dressed, she took him to her room and sat him at the vanity.
There she put his hair up in hot rollers and applied setting gel. She
carefully tucked all the rollers under a pink plastic cap before working
on his finger nails. She filed his nails into neat ovals and painted them
a wet hot pink. With the nails done she began fixing his makeup. It took
her some time to get his look just right.
She tweezed his brows leaving behind high feminine arches which she
darkened with black pencil. Black liquid eyeliner, purple blended into
lavender blended into pink eye shadow was carefully applied. This was
followed by long black curly false eyelashes. On his white foundation,
she carefully drew two pink circles of blush on his cheeks. The finishing
touch was the bright pink lips coated with clear glitter lip gloss.
With his hair still up in rollers, she took him back to his room. There
she had him step into five starched crinolines. The sparkling white
crinolines with pink bow and ribbon decorations stood out from his waist
creating waves of sea foam covering his legs. The dress was made of
bright pink empire styled taffeta with an overlay of pale pink chiffon.
It had a peter pan lacy white collar, balloon chiffon sleeves supported
by thin wires with three layers of white floral lace hemming. Where the
frilly lace started on the sleeves, thin bright pink satin ribbons were
tied in floppy bows. Where the full skirt flared at the bust line, a wide
white satin ribbon was tied off in a very big bow at the back. The bow's
streamers reached to the hem of the dress. To finish off the dress, she
helped him put on a pair of pink patent leather Mary Jane styled shoes
with a three inch block heel. The shoes were tight, a size too small and
combined with the heel forced him to take mincing steps.
With him dressed, she removed the cap and took out the rollers. A quick
brush through and liberal application of hairspray left his hair in stiff
curls. Using some styling gel, she fashioned his bangs into cute curly
Ques. As a finishing touch, she added a puff ball of pink netting and
satin streamers to the crown of his head. Pronouncing him dressed, she
left him to change into her costume.
After she left Harold minced over to the full length mirror terrified at
what he knew he was going to see. As he walked the skirt and stiff
netting of the crinolines swished and swayed about his hips, creating a
loud frou-frou.
"OMG! What has she done to me! I look like an overgrown baby girl. Shit!
A baby girl with tits! You can even see the bottom of my panties!" he
whispered in shock.
His mother came back into the room wearing a fabulous white with blue
bunting ball gown reminiscent of the late 1700's. A sparkling tiara sat
on top of her white pompadour styled wig and she was wearing white satin
opera length gloves.
"Darling, don't you think I make a great Marie Antoinette? Here let me
put this sash on and here are your gloves. Come, come we don't want to be
late to the ball," she gushed. Harold's satin sash said, "Miss New Year's
2012."
The party was held at Mrs. Dalmatian's house. They were very well to do
and had a ball room in their immense house. Harold received a lot of
attention at first but once the novelty died down was left pretty much
alone. His humiliation was anywhere but over as he found himself seated
next to Delbert. He was only four years old and dressed like the New Year
Baby. Harold could only grin and bare it. He hoped that the New Year
would get there quickly and he could go home.
"The only thing good about this party is that I get to drink some wine.
Now if I could just keep Mrs. Dalmatian from coming by and treating me
like some three year old," he thought sitting there.
By ten o'clock Harold was feeling little pain as he had consumed most of
a bottle of white wine. Now he needed to go to the bathroom to relieve
his straining bladder. He stood up shakily and had to grab the back of
his chair to keep from falling. Mrs. Dalmatian saw him and came over to
help.
"I can't believe Nora would bring her son to my party. He has to be the
biggest sissy in the entire city. She even had the nerve to let him sit
next to my precious baby. Of all the gall! How could she think I would
want my Delbert to be that...that thing's boyfriend? My Delbert will grow
up to be a real man. Not some gay faggot like Harold. I've got to find
some way to get him away from my baby," she thought as walked over to
where he was sitting.
"What's the matter darling? Is something wrong?" she asked.
"I...I just need to use the bathroom," he replied.
"Oh don't be a silly willy darling. You're wearing a diaper. It's okay
for little girls like you to use their didies. Now sit back down and keep
an eye on my precious Delbert. Here I will sit with you until you need a
change," she giggled pushing him back into the seat. Apparently she had
more to drink than Harold.
"Please Mrs. Dalmatian, I really need to go and I'm not a baby. I can go
by myself, just tell me where it is," he replied.
"That's alright honey. I still have some left over cloth diapers up in
Delbert's room. You know, just in case but he's been potty trained for
some time now. You need some help I bet. I bet you still like the tickle
monster don't you," she said as she began tickling his ribs.
Harold couldn't help it. Between her tickling and his need, he was soon
wetting his diaper. Seeing the look on his face and the tears spring into
his eyes, Mrs. Dalmatian smiled broadly, took his hand and led him off.
His acute embarrassment didn't end there. When she saw what he had
between his legs, she broke out in side splitting laughter.
"OMG Harold, I knew you were a panty waist the first time I ever saw you
but....but this takes the cake. Where on earth did you get....no never mind...I
really don't want to know. Lift your butt so I can get this diaper on. Oh
my, what....what is....oh dear me....What a cute tattoo. Is that Mini Mouse?
It's perfect for a little sissy like you," she said as she pinned the new
diaper tightly in place.
Harold had to waddle from the room as she had put two thick diapers plus
a soaker on him. If it hadn't been for the thick white foundation,
Harold's red face would have lit up a room. Mrs. Dalmatian took his hand
firmly in hers as she led him from the room.
"Harold, does your Mother know that you have been drinking wine all
night? Well, I'm not going to let you sit with my darling baby and
getting drunk. Come with me, there are a couple of boys here that will
keep you occupied," she said.
"Mrs. Dalmatian! No! I don't want to be with any boys. Not looking like
this," he begged.
"Don't be a wuss darling. You're wearing a costume like a lot of others
here tonight. I'm sure they will understand. Besides, if you grow a pair
and I don't mean boobs, you should have no trouble," she stated.
Not giving him any choice, she led him over to the far side of the ball
room. There was a group of six boys his age and slightly older standing
around drinking beer when they arrived. She introduced Harold to them and
told them to please help him enjoy the party.
"I think that ought to keep him out of trouble for the rest of the night.
He's such a bad influence on my Delbert. What kind of mother would want
such a sissy near her own son," she thought as she walked away.
Harold stood with his head hung down deeply embarrassed by what she had
done. The boys all had looks of disbelief on there faces as Mrs.
Dalmatian walked away. It didn't take them long before they began asking
questions and making fun of him. They asked him if he was as queer as he
looked or was he just queer. Did he like wearing diapers or did he prefer
pretty ruffled panties. Questions he couldn't answer correctly with just
a yes or no. All he wanted to do was get back to his seat even if it
meant sitting next to Dilbert.
He turned and started to walk away when one of the older boys grabbed his
arm. "Where do you think you're going little girl. You know it isn't safe
for a cute little thing like you to be walking alone. Here, we'll walk
with you," he said.
"Tha....that's alright, I can....can manage on my own," he stuttered.
"No, I think you'd better come with us," the boy replied pulling Harold's
arm and squeezing.
"Please, you're hurting me. I don't want to go with you," Harold whined.
"You sound just like a little girl. I bet you even use those diapers
you're wearing, don't you? You're coming with us faggot and we'll have a
great time," the boy responded squeezing harder.
As the boy pulled Harold, the others surrounded them and walked out as a
group. If anyone looked their way, no one would have seen a very
frightened Harold. They took him outside and into the poolside guest
house. There he was bent over forcing his lavish petticoats and skirt to
flare up exposing his diaper and rubber pants.
"Sheeettt, guys you see this? What a fuckin pussy," the boy holding
Harold exclaimed.
"Please, let me go! I haven't done nothing to you guys," Harold pled as
tears formed in his eyes.
"No, you haven't done anything to us yet but I'm willing to bet you would
just love to suck us all off. Now wouldn't you faggot," the boy replied
twisting Harold arm.
"Ohhhhh, you're hurting me," Harold whined as tears spilled down his
cheeks.
"You haven't answered me yet faggot. Would you like to suck us off?" he
repeated giving Harold's arm another painful twist.
"Yes, yes, anything but stop twisting my arm," Harold sobbed.
"See, what did I tell you? This here faggot wants to give us all blow
jobs. Who wants to be first?" the boy said in victory.
Someone moved in front of Harold and quickly flipped out his dick. "Okay
faggot, start sucking and you better not scrape me with your teeth or
I'll knock them out, understand?" the boy ordered.
Harold couldn't see the boy's face because he was bent over but he could
see more of the boy's crotch than he cared to. His dick wasn't very long
and hadn't been circumcised but it was fat. Harold reached out a shaky
hand and grasped it around the base. His small fingers barely touched as
he held the massive organ. With that organ thrusting into and out of his
mouth, Harold's lips were stretched as far as they would go. His lips
were pressed against his own hand as the boy finally came filling his
mouth completely. He had to swallow it all as his lips were so tightly
stretched.
"Damn, that faggot certainly knows how to suck dick. I thought my balls
were gonna fly up and into his mouth," the boy said as he stepped back.
It wasn't until the third boy stepped up with a long nine inch pulsing
rod when Harold felt his rubber panties and diaper being forced down to
around his groin. He tried to scream "No" but the dick was thrust down
his throat. The whole room broke out in loud guffaws followed by the
expected comments when his tattoo was revealed.
"Shit! I can't believe any guy would ever get a tattoo like that. Shit!"
"Hot damn! What a fucking sissy!"
"That tat's just begging someone to fuck his ass!"
"Anyone want to tap this faggot's ass?"
Ooo
Harold sat on the floor with his legs spread out in front of him. He was
crying like the baby he appeared to be when his mother found him.
"What on earth are you doing in here Harold? I've practically torn up
Mrs. Dalmatian's house looking for you before someone told me they saw
you walking out here. Why are you crying? What do you mean you don't
know? Well pull yourself together and let's go. It's well past midnight
and I am exhausted," she exclaimed.
His mother had to reach down and help him up. He was sniveling and she
handed him a tissue to blow his nose. "If I live to be a hundred Harold,
I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Running off like that when I
distinctly told you to stay with little Delbert," she raged.
Harold followed his mother out of the room. He didn't dare tell his
mother what had happened. It would be too humiliating and the boys had
threatened him with major bodily harm if he did.
"After all, we didn't really force you to do anything and besides, with
that tattoo on your ass what else should they expect from a sissy queer.
Just be thankful we didn't beat you into a bloody mess," they told him.
Harold's waddle was very pronounced as he followed his mother out to the
car. His back passage was dripping with cum and some of the boys had
pissed into the diaper. It was a sodden mess and hung uncomfortably wet
and cold between his legs.
As they were getting into the car, Mrs. Dalmatian holding Delbert in her
arms shouted out, "Have a happy New Year."
Harold was already dreading the coming of the Easter Holidays.
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