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TV IMPERSONATION
by
"C.C"
"Im afraid the Will is quite explicit, Mr. VanLow," the Attorney told me.
"When you and your Cousin Julia turn Twenty-five next year, she will
inherit the bulk of the Estate. Oh, you and the Fubdation will receive
some holdings, but Julia will control the major portion of the VanLow
Fortune. Unless --"
He hesitated, looking uncomfortable behind his expensive desk.
"Unless what?" I asked eagerly, leaning forward in one of his comfortable
office chairs.
"Well, the Will has the usual provision that if Julia should show any
signs of serious mental instability or behave in a manner so eccentric as
to bring shame upon the VanLow Name... but that's hardly likely!"
"But if she did?" I insisted.
"That would be a matter for the Courts, but the nearest relative --
that's you -- would end up inheriting the entire Estate. Of course, you'd
have to prove that her behavior was unusually outlandish - depraved even
-- but once you'd established it in Court, she'd be cut off without a
Cent. She'd even be legally forbidden to sue for a portion."
"And I could put that money to work for the Environment," I mused.
"As I say, however, knowing your Cousin Julia, such a thing is hardly
likely. And from handling some of your investments, I know that you're
doing just fine even without the inheritance-- You are now, and always
will be a man of considerable Wealth and Prestige."
"Perhaps," I said, rising. "And then again, perhaps not. Good day, Mr.
Abernathy, I'll be in touch."
As I tooled along the City streets in my Tesla, I made plans. Made and
discarded them, that is. I knew that Julia had her strange side--once she
got those millions, she'd probably use them to invent new kinks of her
own--but I also knew that she was much too clever and careful to let
anyone get hard evidence of her perversions. Experience had taught her to
spot a Set-Up immediately and to smell a Camera a Mile off. If I wanted
to get that money and put it to a worthwhile use, I was going to need
help....
Relaxing on the couch in my Penthouse living room, Eva took a drag on her
cigarette.
"So you want to frame this Cousin of yours and you want me to help you,
eh Larry?" she asked.
"Something like that," I smiled. I'd explained the Inheritance situation
to Eva and she'd seemed interested. "Naturally I called you. If you
can't do it yourself, then you know who can!"
Eva smiled at the compliment. Although she looks like an innocent co-ed,
Eva is probably the most knowing and least inhibited Call Girl in the
States. I know that sounds like quite a boast, but she gets a Thousand
Dollars a night for her services, and her customers never feel cheated.
At least I never did, and I've had my pick of the World's Professionals.
Eva studied a photograph of Julia.
"What plan did you have in mind?" she asked.
"None at all until earlier today when I started looking at that picture,"
I said. "Notice the family resemblance?"
Eva looked thoughtful.
"You're right," she said, "You do resemble your Cousin Julia somewhat."
"More than 'somewhat'," I said. "We have the same auburn hair, the same
chin and cheekbones, even the same eyes and nose."
"So?"
"So," I said carefully, "I could pass for my cousin Julia! Well enough to
convince strangers and certainly well enough to photograph!"
"I think I understand." Eva nodded. "You mean..."
"I mean that my Cousin Julia is probably the kinkiest, most depraved
woman this side of Hell. But she's too careful to let herself be
photographed..."
"But if someone else -- someone who looked like Julia -- should be
photographed in some scandalous activity," Eva went on, "she'd have a
tough time denying it!"
"Exactly!" I said. "I could get dozens of witnesses to swear truthfully
that such activities are typical of her. All I need is the photographs of
-- Someone who looks like Julia!"
"Meaning you?"
"Meaning me," I affirmed. "I majored in Drama in College. I know I can
carry off the impersonation!"
"So that's why you wanted me to bring a change of clothes, and my
camera," Eva said. "Well, let's get started!"
For the next hour I was willing putty in Eva's hands as she teasingly
removed our clothes and coaxed me into my Sauna-bath. There she massaged
me with some pungent cream from her purse, working on my arms, legs,
chest and ass, stopping often to give my aroused cock a skillful caress.
As I dozed in erotic drowsiness, I felt her soothing my eyebrows, tugging
gently at my eyelashes, and running her fingers lightly over my face.
With almost hypnotic talent, she kept me relaxed almost to the point of
sleep, yet tingling with erotic anticipation at the same time. It was
like a sexy dream. Finally, gently, she awoke me, stroking my as -yet-
unrelieved balls.
"Wake up Sweetie. Look!"
I opened my eyes, slowly at first. Then wider. I was looking at Julia!
"Ju-!" I started up from the Massage Table. But as I moved, a strange
thing happened. Julia moved too!
I was looking in a mirror!
"Hee hee!" Eva giggled, holding up the mirror. "That's some resemblance!"
Slowly I got to my feet as Eva held the mirror for me. My auburn hair,
always rather long, had been coiffed into a feminine shape identical to
Julia's. My face was skillfully made up, lips full and sensuous, eyes
delicately shadowed and mascaraed, cheeks artfully rouged. Even as I
gaped in wonder, the face that looked back at me never lost a bit of its
girlishness.
But Eva hadn't stopped at the face. From the neck down, except for my
crotch, my skin had been soothed with depilatory, removing the hair and
leaving my flesh soft and woman-like. Looking at myself in a full-length
mirror, I saw how shapely my legs were, how round and feminine my bottom
looked without all that masculine hair.
"Eva, you're brilliant!" I gushed. "It's a great start! I can't wait to
get on with the impersonation!"
"Not yet," she cautioned. "You won't be ready to pass yourself off in
public for quite a while. It'll take weeks of training and --"
"Nonsense!" I snapped. "I know I can pass and do it convincingly. Just
get me some clothes!"
"Well, I do have some things in my bag..." Eva said thoughtfully.
"Then get them. I'll show you."
Minutes later, Eva and I were both dressed, and I learned first-hand what
kind of spare clothing a Call Girl can carry in her over-sized purse. Eva
had loaned me her underwear -- dark pantyhose and matching black lace
panties and bra, which I'd filled out with nylon stockings. From her
purse, she produced a sleeveless black knit top and a hot pink mini-skirt
that clung to my ass and showed off my shapely legs very nicely. Eva even
put on a pair of my loafers so she could loan me her shoes, a cute black
patent leather pair with four-inch heels. I squeezed into them and
practiced walking about.
"My, you are talented!" Eva said admiringly. "The way you move your hips
when you walk is positively captivating!"
"Told you so!" I smirked. "With my talent, I should have been an actor!"
"Or actress," Eva said. "You'd fit right in as Julia!"
"That's fine," I said, "but I want you to change my makeup a bit and then
get the camera. I want to look like I'd fit in on any Downtown street
corner!"
Catching on quickly, Eva made my makeup just a little bolder, and I
assumed a brassy pose as she snapped pictures.
"These snapshots are fine for starters," Eva said, winding the film, "but
wouldn't Julia be doing this out on the street?"
"Of course," I said. "Pack up my keys and some money in that camera case.
I'll use it as a purse." I checked my watch. "It's ten o'clock. Where can
we go?"
"I know a good spot near Campus," Eva said. "I'll drive. You wouldn't
want to get stopped in that outfit!"
Several minutes later, I was standing out in front of a campus bar,
striking a whorish attitude while Eva took pictures from across the
street. I marveled at my convincing femininity and the sense of power it
gave me. Now and then, I'd see some timid-looking guy walking down the
street and I'd come on to him. I always picked mousey types, who would
shy away as soon as I propositioned them. The wimps took one look at my
jutting breasts and hard makeup and almost ran. I laughed heartily. What
fun!
Then I felt a sharp pinch on my bottom. "Ouch!" I squealed and spun
around.
"Hi, Honey!"
The speaker with the busy fingers was a husky college lad with three of
his buddies. They all seemed a little drunk.
"Looking for some action, Girlie?" the big one asked.
"No!" I almost forgot to speak in a feminine voice, so great was my
alarm. "I mean--" I corrected myself, "it's getting late and..."
Suddenly I felt something behind me. While I'd been talking to the big
fellow, one of his drunken friends had slipped around and grabbed my
purse!
"Give that back!" I protested.
"Go get it, Foxie!" He laughed and tossed it into the open window of a
parked car. Quickly I scampered over and reached in for it.
"All aboard!" someone shouted.
All at once, I felt myself being hoisted into the car as doors slammed
around me. Laughing the boys piled in, ignoring my protests.
I heard the engine roar into life. The next instant, as I tried to get
up, the car lunged forward, throwing me back down as we pulled out into
the street.
"Let me out!" I shouted.
"Aw quiet down, Red." The big guy in back pulled me onto his lap. Two of
the other boys rode in the back seat with us as the one who'd snatched my
purse drove.
"Let's start getting friendly!" The big guy put his hand on my thigh.
"You don't understand," I squirmed, dislodging his hand. "I don't
really--" and then the worst happened.
As I struggled to escape his grip, the husky one reached up and squeezed
my breast.
Or what he thought was my breast. His jaw dropped in surprise as he felt
the stuffed bra cup crumple in his hand.
"What the Hell?" he gasped. "This is a guy!"
Everyone stared at me.
"A damn Queer!"
"No!" I cried. "I'm not! I didn't mean to--"
"Not queer?" he shouted. "Just what the hell are you doing in that outfit
on the street then? Damn Fairie!"
"It's -- I'm..." I thought quickly. "Initiation! I had to do this for
initiation!"
"Huh!" They were unconvinced. "Some initiation!"
"I know!" one of them said. "Let's give this faggot a real initiation!"
Before I knew it, I was flipped over onto my stomach. Someone grabbed my
wrists as the big guy pulled me over his lap.
"This creep is gonna get a real Frat spanking!"
"No!" I cried. "Let me go!"
But it was useless. Strong hands flipped up my skirt and tugged down my
panties and panty hose. A muscular arm restrained my kicking legs.
The spanking started!
"Now, Bitch! (Smack!) How's this for initiation? (Smack') Is this what
you're looking for? (Smack! Smack!) Are you going to hang around and try
to sucker in straight guys any more? (Smack!) Well, Queer, are you?"
"Oh no! Ouch! I'll quit' OH!' I'll quit' Please stop! Ow! It was just -
Eee! Initiation' I'm not - Owwww!"
After a painful eternity, the spanking and the car stopped. I felt myself
being pulled out and hustled on to the sidewalk as I tried to pull my
skirt down into place and pull up my underwear.
But the boys weren't through with me They pulled my panties and stockings
completely off, jamming my shoes back on roughly. One of them got a knife
and some nylon fishing line from the trunk of the car and they proceeded
to tie me to a parking meter underneath a street light!
First, my ankles were tied together to the base of the pole. Then, a
length of cord was tied tightly around my waist and secured to the top of
the meter, forcing me to stand there. When I tried to protest, they
stuffed my panties in my mouth!
Amused at my predicament, they made little additions to my bondage. My
left wrist was tied to the cord around my waist, forcing me to hold my
hand on my hip. My camera-case-purse went back over my shoulder with my
right wrist tied to the strap, so that I appeared to be carrying it
casually. Unable to say a word, I watched as the boys arranged my
pantyhose artistically in the gutter beside me and drove off laughing!
Alone there, tied to the meter, I squirmed helplessly. It only made my
false breasts push against my top as I stood there. I realized that I
must make quite a sight with my short skirt and high heels in this trampy
pose. How was I going to get out of this?
"Having trouble, Dearie?"
I hadn't heard the two women approach, but they couldn't fail to notice
me now as they walked up behind me.
"Urrfgh!" I opened my mouth as far as I could and tried to push out the
panties.
"My, you are in a mess!"
They were both blonde and dark-skinned. One wore a fake-fur leopard-skin
coat and a floppy white hat. The other wore a leather jacket and white
vinyl boots. I could tell at a glance that they were practicing the trade
that I was decked out for.
"Hmmmm," said Leopard-skin, studying my bondage, "some Dude sure fixed
this Lady." She made no move to free me.
"Wonder what she's doin' down here when everyone knows we work this
block?" the other one wondered. She casually opened my purse. "Only fifty
bucks!"
I was silently glad that I hadn't carried any identification with me. I
heard my keys clatter to the sidewalk as Leather-Jacket dumped out my
purse.
But Leopard-Skin had made another discovery! She raised my skirt,
revealing my un-pantied crotch...
"Well my my!" she giggled. "Our Honkey Bitch is really a She-Male!
What'sa matter, Honey, did some John object to your plumbing?"
I felt myself blush beet red as they laughed. If only I could speak or
move out of this shameful pose!
But Leather-Jacket was toying with my genitals now, stroking me expertly
into arousal.
"You like this, Honey?" she asked. "I mean, you get off on wearing
dresses and being tied up? Ummm, look at this little pecker get stiff!
You really groove on this, don'cha?"
No! I wanted to cry, I don't! I was only here because my scheme to frame
my Cousin had gone wrong. If only those College Boys hadn't done this to
me! But here I was, feminized and helplessly bound at the mercy of two
Black Hookers.
"Well, Honey, I got your fifty bucks, so I guess you expect me to give
you a hand job. Only I don't do women, not even little She-Males like
you, so I guess you're gonna have to stay horny a while!"
"I got an idea!" Leopard-Skin spoke up. "Let's help this bitch cool off!"
Swiftly she pulled a wicked-looking knife from her purse. I quailed
inside as she flicked the wicked-looking blade out. With a few deft
strokes, she cut away my clothing. My top, bra and skirt were reduced to
rags that she pitched down the sewer -- I was naked!
Leather-Jacket giggled at the sight of me, nude in high heels, my body
smooth and feminine, face and hair girlishly made up, bound in that
brassy pose and sporting a hard-on! I wished desperately that I could
cover myself, but my hands stayed bound where they were, one on my
rounded hip, the other clutching the purse strap that still went over my
bare shoulder.
"Hee-hee!" Leopard-Skin laughed. "Let's pretty her up some!"
She pulled lipstick from her purse and began coloring my nipples and ass.
She even shadowed my chest with eyeliner to give an illusion of cleavage!
Leather-Jacket suppressed a smile and shook her head at me softly.
"Poor thing! All tied up so feminine and naked! I'll bet you'd like us to
give you some clothes and let you go, wouldn't you, Girlie?"
I nodded vigorously. She toyed with my aroused cock a little more.
"Well, Honey, we're gonna do just that! I see whoever tied her up left a
lot of that fish line here. Hand me that knife!"
Working with skill and amusement, she cut away the cords that bound me to
the parking meter without touching the bonds that secured my wrists and
ankles. Then she took some left over wire and hobbled my knees with it.
Sure that I wouldn't run away now, she removed the bondage from my
ankles. I knew that I could only take short, mincing steps with my knees
hobbled, and besides, my hands were still bound. So I didn't try to
resist or escape as she pulled a hair-curler from her purse and rolled it
up tightly in the hair in back of my head.
With a sadistic smile, she tied the remaining cord to the hair-curler,
then ran the free end down my back.
"Pull your head back, Honey," she said, tugging on the cord. "That's
right, arch your neck wa-ay back. 'Cause you're gonna want to have a lot
of slack when I do... this!"
Quickly she passed the free end of the cord between my ass-cheeks and
tied it in a tight loop around the base of my cock and balls. I was
stuck -- forced to keep my head and back arched backwards as the taut cord
cut painfully into the crack of my ass and tugged mercilessly on my
genitals. The loop was so tight that it trapped the blood in my cock,
keeping it embarrassingly erect. Anyone who saw me would think I was
enjoying this!
Leopard-Skin put her floppy wide-brimmed hat on my head to hide the
curler, then said, "Now Honey, I'm gonna take those cute little panties
out of your mouth. And when I do, I want you to speak in a nice girlish
voice and thank us for treating you so nice -- cause if you don't, I'm
gonna cut you!"
She pulled the panties from my mouth and flung them down the sewer with
the rest of my clothes.
Struggling to find my voice, trembling with the chill, fear and
embarassment, I stammered, "Th-Thank you, M-Ma' am!"
"Thanks for what?" Leather-Jacket asked, toying with the knife.
"Thanks f-for untying me from that m-meter and-and giving me clothes so I
can go, Ma'am!"
"Be more specific, Dear," Leopard-Skin persisted.
As though begging for my life, I gushed, "Thank you, Mistress, for
leaving me my shoes and purse and for giving me this lovely hat and this
pretty bondage so that-- " I blushed "-- so that I'll be such a pretty
sight as I walk down the street!"
"Honey, you sure will! Now get going! Hustle that bare ass!"
Hurriedly I did as I was told. I didn't know where I was going, but I
definitely wanted to get away from those two! My bound knees forced me to
take small steps and switch my bottom as I walked, a fact that was
emphasized by my arched-back bondage. I felt awfully what a ridiculous
picture I must make, mincing along this way in my exaggerated makeup,-
wearing only heels, hat and shoulder-purse, forced to walk with one hand
on my hip and the other on my purse-strap, like a posing model.
Some pose! I looked about me as best I could, seeking out the darker
streets. I listened carefully over the clicking of my heels for the sound
of anyone approaching, and when I thought someone was coming, I quickly
changed direction. Approaching car lights would send me scurrying into
darkened doorways.
I walked for blocks in this condition until I at last found a deserted
phone booth. Struggling with my bonds, I managed to have the Operator put
through a call to Eva.
"Larry," she answered at last, "I'm glad I came home here to wait after
you disappeared. Are you all right? What happened to you?"
"No time to explain," I said through chattering teeth. "I'm at the corner
of Town and Third. Come and get me. And hurry. I'll be in the shadows
behind the trash cans and -- Oh Dear! Here comes a car!"
And I hurried into the protective darkness.
An hour later, in Eva's apartment, I soothed away the last of the rope
marks as I explained. I hadn't been able to go home because my keys were
lost, and besides, I had no clothes. So Eva had snuck me into her place
and given me a cute little shorty-pajam in yellow silk.
"Well," she sighed when I finished my story, "I guess that ends your plan
to impersonate your Cousin Julia and get all that money."
"Not a bit," I snapped. "It's a good plan, and I've got the talent and
imagination to bring it off. I just wasn't adequately prepared. But
tomorrow we're going to change all that."
"What do you mean?"
"Tomorrow you're going to take me around to some of your kinkiest friends
for a crash course in Female Impersonation. I'm going to spare no expense
to become a convincing woman!"
"You certainly do seem set on this," Eva mused.
"You bet I am. I went through a lot of pain and humiliation tonight. I
mean to make sure it doesn't happen again!"
And so, wearing Eva's silk pajamas, I went to sleep.
Early the next afternoon, Eva and I walked into the luxurious boutique
known as "Mam'Zelle's". Even I, worldly as I am, blinked at the sight of
so many bizarre feminine garments. There were racks of dresses,
exotically styled. Literally hundreds of robes and nighties decorated the
walls. Lingerie and footwear of every description filled shelf after
shelf. And one corner featured some intriguing leather gear.
"Can I help you?"
The lady who spoke was middle aged and quite good looking, with perfectly
styled hair and tasteful makeup. Her stylish pantsuit showed her figure
to good advantage, accentuated with a little jewelry. In all, a rather
classy lady!
"Oh, hi Zelda!" Eva smiled. "Meet Larry!"
The one called Zelda looked at me with a trace of surprise.
"Oh, is this the one you called me about? Why, I never would have
guessed!"
I understood her surprise, for I was looking pretty good myself in one of
Eva's dresses, a light blue tricot thing with a modest neckline and
sensible hem. Underneath this, I wore matching powder-blue undies, a
slip, and "nude look" pantyhose. With my white leather purse and matching
four-inch-heel shoes, I looked quite the convincing young lady,
especially since Eva had helped me again with my hair and makeup.
"Perhaps you wouldn't guess at first," I said in my 'Julia' voice, "but
this disguise won't stand close contact, and I may be in for some very
close-up encounters!"
"That's why we came to you, Zelda," Eva went on. "Larry here has to do
some rather daring things, and he must do them disguised as a woman. We
knew that if anyone could help us with it, it was you!"
"Well thank you, Dear," Zelda smiled at the compliment. "So we'll get
down to cases, Larry. What do you call yourself when you're dressed?"
"Er - Julia," I said.
"That's beautiful," Zelda said. "It's very important to have a feminine
identity. Hmm, is that a stuffed brassiere? I thought so. Come back here
and I'll show you something a little better!"
She led the way to a back room fitted out as a Hair Dresser's Salon. And
from a box, she pulled out something that looked like a breast!
"Like it? It's rubber. Go ahead, touch it!"
Almost timidly, I stroked it. It even felt real!
"Isn't it masterful? A perfect 38-D. With these glued to your breast,
you'll fool anyone!"
I hesitated. "I don't know...."
"Of course, I have a series of shots that will make you grow real ones in
a few weeks," Zelda went on. "If you really want a convincing long-term
job, I'd recommend the shots."
"I think I'll just try these for now," I said quickly.
"Fine! I'll help you put them-on," Zelda said cheerfully. "But first,
let's decide what to do with your privates!"
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I thought if I just tucked them back...."
"That's all right if you're in a hurry and plan on using them," Zelda
lectured, "but if you really want a convincing cover-up, I recommend one
of these!"
She held out something that looked like a blonde mouse. I must have
sounded like a schoolgirl when I said, "What on Earth is that?"
"It's called a Pussy-Wig. It laces into your pubic hair and glues on over
your manly equipment in the same way the breasts glue on to your chest.
And while it pushes your male organs back out of sight, it covers them
with this."
I looked at it closely. It resembled a woman's pubic patch. I could
almost see the delicate nether lips under the hair. But under the wig,
the pouch for my male organs looked awfully small.
"I don't know," I hedged. "Seems like it'd be a lot of trouble to get on
and off. Haven't you anything less... drastic?"
Zelda bristled slightly.
"Well if you're not interested in a complete transformation, you should
have said so," she said. "I can fit you out with a nice leather retainer
that should do the job if you keep your panties on."
"That sounds better," I said. "Show me one of those."
"I'll do better than that. I'll help you try one on!"
An hour later, I was looking at the new me.
Eva had gone to my place to pick up my checkbook and some extra keys. A
phone call to the Doorman had arranged for her to have the run of my
apartment, which would be convenient for me, since I couldn't go there
where I might be recognized looking like this.
"This" was a full-busted well-built woman!
I studied myself closely in the full-length mirror in the back room. The
breasts merged imperceptibly with the rest of my chest and they bounced
in a realistic and very sexy way. My makeup and hairstyle, perfected by
the knowing Zelda, completed the picture.
I posed for the mirror, turning to one side and moving my legs a little
to cover the leather cache-sexe that was my only clothing. It fit around
me like a G-string, pushing my privates back into my crotch. A little
uncomfortable, perhaps, but, I reflected, at least I could get it off, in
a hurry. What a sight I was! Sexy legs, nice face, round ass, and now
good boobs! Eagerly, I left the makeup room and went out into the store
to see what other items Zelda had for me.
What a mistake that was!
Vicky
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