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OH, what was next! I spent an hour working around the apartment like a
lowly (and very under-dressed) maid, sweeping, dusting, emptying ash
trays and trash cans, wiping counters.... Ed folded up the sofa-bed, but
after that he just sat around with his lap-top, occasionally raising his
feet so I could sweep under them!
Finally he had me fix up some chips and dip and make up a big pitcher of
iced tea, then serve him a glass, curtseying prettily as I placed it on
a tray next to him, saying, "Here's your drink, Sir! And is there
anything else I may do for you sir?"
"Yes, you can answer the door. Maybe it's the girls. Whoever it is, be
sure to curtsey and treat them just as you do me, Sweetie."
Heart pounding with a weird mix of hope and embarrassment, I minced to
the door, opened it with eyes downcast, and said, "Please come in and
make yourself at home. I'm Sweetie the Maid, and I'll be very happy to
serve you!"
It was three guys. Tall, athletic and macho-looking. But I noticed two
old them were holding hands. And as Ed came over and greeted them, he
and the third guy kissed!
And of course they all wanted to know about me: comments like, "What's
this now?" And "Have you joined the other side?" were suddenly stilled
when Ed flipped up the front of my apron, revealing my shy, shrunken
privates beneath.
"Lovely!" Rich, a curly-haired blonde Adonis smiled.
"Isn't that precious?" Bob, squat, husky, and completely hairless,
grinned.
"She must really want this to go to all that trouble; just look at
these!" Art, the rather plump and unshaven guy who said this lifted my
breasts (which seemed to have grown another inch in the last few hours!)
and playfully tweaked my nipples with his thumbs!
"She's just here on a temporary basis," Ed said, "But I must say I could
get used to having her around!"
He turned to me. "Make yourself useful, Sweetie!"
And so I set to work: pouring drinks, serving snacks, and generally
mincing around for everyone's pleasure as they leered, laughed and
enjoyed themselves while I just died of shame!
They took great pleasure in sending me on meaningless little errands,
like fetching a single ice cube in a bowl, laughing at how my bare
bottom swished as I minced around in high heels.
"Work it, Baby!" Blonde Rich hooted.
"Shake that money-Maker!" Bob said this and whistled lewdly.
I turned into one big all-over blush, but that wasn't enough for Ed. On
his orders, I had to speak in a high, girlish voice, cheerfully
answering "Yes sir!" and curtsey whenever I served.
Amused at my swishy antics, they kept dropping things and ordering me to
pick them up offs the floor without bending my knees. It was awful, the
way my new boobs kept slipping out from behind the apron front, and
whenever I got too close, I'd get a pinch on my exposed butt. Or feel a
hand stroking my smooth legs--or cupping my shameful male package!
Naturally whenever they did this, I'd jump or straighten up quickly with
a high-pitched "Oooo!" which caused even more laughter.
Whenever they weren't being waited on, they had me kneel in front of
them as they sat on the couch, facing them so I couldn't watch the
screen--that was for Men, they said. All I could see was their crotches
as they sprawled on the leather couch, enjoying the game... and my
embarrassment!
Then it happened. As I rose to fetch something, my legs, stiff from
kneeling so long, went out from under me and I fell forward, right into
their laps! Drinks spilled, guys cursed, and I suddenly found myself
being held down and spanked!
"Clumsy!" Art brought a hand down on my defenseless rump--SMACK!
"Owwww!" I squealed.
"Look what you did!" Bob's open palm landed--hard! WHACK!
"Eeeek!"
"What a mess---"
I braced myself for a spank from Rich, but suddenly I heard Ed's calm
voice.
"That's enough, guys. She didn't mean to do it. And I'm sure she's
really sorry--aren't you, Sweetie?"
"Yes!" I wailed. "I-I'm VERY sorry Sir! And I swear it won't happen
again. Just please don't spank me any more!"
"Good girl." Ed shifted me off of their collective laps so I as kneeling
on the floor once more. Just give us each a kiss to show you're sorry
and no hard feelings."
The idea of kissing these men appalled me. But the threat of continued
spanking was even worse!
"Yes Sir," I started to rise, but Ed pushed down on my shoulders.
"Oh no, Sweetie," he grinned, "Kiss us from down there!" He eyed me and
shifted meaningfully, spreading his legs.
Close to tears of humiliation, I dutifully leaned forward and kissed
each man on his manly crotch, thankful that at least they were all
wearing pants!
And that's when the door opened.
As I was there on the floor on all fours, craning my neck out to kiss
the four male crotches before me, my spank-reddened ass fully displayed,
I heard the door open. And heard four females erupt in laughter!
"Oooo, look!"
"This is better than I ever hoped--what a butt!"
"She's a natural! Look at her go!""
"Haw-haw-HAW!"
I turned and saw Carla. Liz, June and another woman I didn't know, a
husky, butch-looking brunette, all laughing their heads off at my
feminized antics!
"Girls!" I leaped to my feet.... "You're here!" ....and minced over to them
in my heels. "Give me my clothes! Get me home! Get me out of here!"
My only answer was more laughter. And a surly, impatient look from the
butch-brunette. Finally Carla got her giggling under control and said,
"Sorry Sweetie; it's just that you look so completely ridiculous, all
feminine like that--and in that silly apron!"
"It's not funny!" I fumed. "And when I'm dressed again and back in the
office, you girls will be sorry for this!"
"IF you get back to the office," June smirked, "It may be in a very
different position than the one you're used to!"
"Wh-what do you mean?" behind me, I heard Ed and the other guys chortle,
and I realized that as I faced the girls, they were getting a good look
at my bare fanny! I blushed and squirmed, wishing I could hide as Liz
said:
"For years, you've been telling us what to do and how to dress. Now
you're going to see how YOU like it!"
"That's right," Carla added, "For the next several days, you're going to
look and act just as we tell you to look and act! And when you get a
chance to go back to your male identity, we'll see if it's changed your
attitude any!"
"But you can't make me--" I started.
"Oh we won't make you do much of anything, Sweetie," Ed put in. "at
least as far as I'm concerned, you're free to take off that apron and
leave any time--and try getting back to your place across town."
"Looking like that!" June smirked.
"And dressed like that!" Carla went on, "If you're lucky enough to be
picked up by the police, you're up for a very interesting time trying to
prove your identity, and probably a very instructive few days in jail."
"That's if you're lucky," Ed added, "But more likely you'll get picked
up by some of the sex workers on the streets, or maybe just a bunch of
horny guys in a van.... In which case we'll probably never hear of you
again!"
Once again I felt my head spin and my tummy lurch as I realized just
what an awful position I was in: nude, feminized, completely
unrecognizable.... without any money, ID cards or cell phone....
"But-but what will I do in the meantime?"
"Whatever we tell you to do!" Carla grinned. "We cut cards for it, and
June gets you first."
"That's right," June and the husky butch stepped up to me as she went
on, "Meet my partner, 'Ski."
"H-hello?" I ventured.
There was a sudden resounding CRACK! as June's hand connected with my
bottom. I jumped and squealed. She said sternly, "That's no way to greet
your Mistress, Sweetie!"
"Y-yes, Mistress," I lowered my eyes demurely and curtseyed. "What will
you have me do, Mistress?"
"Just wait and see!"
***
June and 'Ski shared a townhouse apartment in the suburbs. It was my
home for the next few days, and also my workplace and Training Center.
Every morning my alarm went off in the basement where I slept, and I had
an hour to shower, pretty myself up (The indelible makeup and permanent
hairdo made this easier, and my skin still showed no signs of growing
masculine hair.) then start breakfast for my two Mistresses.
I still wore the skimpy apron, heels and maid's cap, but June had added
a pair of white fish-net hose and matching lace garter belt, and lace
cuffs for my wrists. She had also added long (but not too long) glued-on
fingernails in a hot red that matched my full, pouty lips.
Decked out like this, I had to serve breakfast for my two Mistresses,
then clean up the dishes and straighten the kitchen while June went to
work. After that, I belonged to 'Ski.....
I quickly learned that 'Ski hated men--really hated them! And she saw it
as her job to make me as unmanly as possible. All morning long she
drilled me in walking, talking, speaking, moving, not just like a woman,
but in an exaggeratedly feminine manner! I had to move with mincing,
hip-swishing, boon-jiggling steps at all times, keeping my elbows in and
wrists limp.
My lips had to be open at all times, in a pouty, breathless "O" which
was somehow mixed with a sexy smile for 'Ski's satisfaction. Likewise, I
had to speak at all times in a soft, high-pitched sex-pot voice, like
some air-headed bimbo.
And wore betide me if 'Ski got even a glimpse of the manly parts between
my legs! If my apron flipped up a bit or if I forgot to keep my thighs
tightly together and she saw my cock or balls, 'Ski would grab a stick
and begin caning the offending part--and she didn't stop until her arm
got tired, by which time I was a sobbing, slobbering, pain-wracked
wretch!
It was after one of these awful beatings that June came home from work
to find me curled up on the floor, groaning in pain.
"You poor thing," she cooed, "Did my girlfriend see those nasty bits of
yours again?"
"Unnnggh!" I moaned and nodded, filled with self-pity.
"Do you want me to fix it so she won't do that again?"
Her mischievous smile should have tipped me off, but I nodded eagerly.
"Yes! Oh yes, Mistress!"
"Mmmmm," she smiled, "Just wait!"
-----
It was a triangular wig, short-haired and blonde to match my styled
hair, and it fitted snugly over my tiny cock and balls (further shrunk
with ice water!) and held in place with some special bonding latex. With
this in place, the last trace of my manhood was now hidden away....
Totally inaccessible to me.
As June patted it into place and stood me up to see myself in the
mirror, I felt a sudden, dizzying loss of identity. The old me, the Ed
Johnson I used to be, was now completely hidden in this blonde, feminine
creature. Worse yet, as I stared at the sexy naked bod in the mirror, I
felt myself getting turned on! My nipples stiffened and I could feel my
cock start to swell in its confinement, crushing my balls painfully. I
arched my back and shifted my hips to ease the pressure, and this only
made the girl kin the mirror thrust out her bottom!
?Naughty!? June chided, ?Don?t you feel ashamed, flaunting your nudity
like that??
I blushed all over as ?Ski kicked my heels and apron over to me. ?Put
some clothes on, Sweetie!?
As I scrambled gratefully back into these feminine scraps, June put on
some music: something brassy, lewd and rhythmic?.
?Dance for us, Sweetie!? she snapped. Both women settled comfortably on
the couch and watched with amusement as I began moving in time to the
music, swaying my hips, wriggling my shoulders, kicking my legs up?
?Higher!? ?Ski barked, ?And move with the rhythm! Do I have to beat time
on your butt??
With that as an incentive, I concentrated on my dancing, trying to
remember the moves of girls I had seen at Topless Bars and Strip Clubs,
back when I looked manlier and had more clothes, and incorporate them
into my own movements. It worked. June and ?Ski relaxed on the sofa,
smiling with enjoyment at my erotic antics.
Then, gradually, as I danced, I saw that my moves were REALLY effective!
June and ?Ski began touching each other, caressing, kissing with
increasing passion, removing their own clothes and each others?,
intertwining on the sofa??
?Stop dancing!? ?Ski commanded breathlessly. ?Get over here. On the
floor!?
In a dizzy cloud of erotic arousal, I dropped to my knees and crawled
over to them, my boobs swaying like udders as my trapped privates
screamed in soundless agony. June extended a bare foot down.
?Suck it,? she gasped between kisses, ?Suck each toe and work your way
uppphhgghh?.? Her sentence was smothered in a passionate kiss but I
quickly began orally worshipping her feet, even as I flushed in shame.
Imagine: me, a man of wealth, status and authority, used to using women
at my pleasure, now deprived of my money, my clothes, and my very
malehood, reduced to toe-sucking for lesbians!!
And that wasn?t all. June and ?Ski were not shy or hesitant about
telling me what to do, or when?or where! I ended up with my face buried
in first one lovely ass, then the other, kissing and tonguing as they
enjoyed each other, and I ended up horny and humiliated!
**
The next morning as I prepared breakfast, I noticed June had left some
business papers out on the table. I glanced at them, then sat down to
read them closely, in growing fascination?. They were copies of the
papers I had signed, on that last day back in the office!
?And what is our little Sweetie up to now?instead of getting breakfast
ready?? June?s voice shocked me out of my engrossed reading. I bolted
upright and to my feet, frightened at being discovered?and by what I had
been reading!
?Th-these papers?..? I began.
?Oh they?re just copies,? June said casually as she sat down at the
table. ?I wondered if they?d catch your eye!?
?But- But they turn the running of the business over to you-you?.?
?You almost said ?You girls,? didn?t you, Sweetie?? June looked me up
and down, openly sneering at my feminized near-nudity as I cowered
before her in those servile rags.
?I didn?t know I was signing that!? I squeaked, ?I thought??
?You thought you?d still be running things and telling us how to dress,
is that it?? She said, ?Well when you get back to the office you may
find it?s ?we girls? who are ordering you around, Sweetie?and telling
you how to dress!?
?I?m starved,? ?Ski came into the kitchen and the two of them kissed
passionately. Her tone softened. ?That was wonderful last night!?
?Yes,? June looked at me thoughtfully, ?I?m going to miss our little
Sweetie!? She turned to me, all business. ?Now serve us up some
breakfast; some of us have to get to work!?
I hustled my buns then, thinking over June?s words and taking some
comfort in what she had said about me returning to work eventually. And
from what I had read of those papers, I knew that at least I still owned
the company?even if ?The Girls? were now running it!
The rest of the day I spent cleaning the place, under ?Ski?s strict
supervision, always using those shamefully lewd and ultra-feminine
mannerisms she insisted on, then practiced more sexy dance moves till
she was satisfied with my performance.
That evening when June came home, she announced, ?We?re going out
tonight,? then added off-handedly, ?You can help us in the shower,
Sweetie.?
That time in the hot, steamy bathroom, attending the needs of two slick-
wet, nudes, was sheer erotic torture. The nipples on my still-new-and-
unfamiliar brats seemed close to bursting with arousal, and inside the
tight pussy=patch that concealed and confined my male parts, I felt my
cock swell in ball-crushing pain. I kept shifting about, trying to
relieve the pressure, trying to ignore the sensuous atmosphere? but it
was no use! I was a prisoner of my own feminized sexuality, as much as
by my two amused captresses!
Finally, after I had dried their lush bodies with fluffy towels, oozed
lotion all over them and powdered their pink flesh, they
dressed?mannishly in slacks, shirts and low-heeled shoes, then turned
their attention to me, freshening my already-permanent makeup in bold,
brassy colors with deep-shadowed eyes and long lashes, styling my hair
in wild curls, and dressing me in red silk thong panties, sparkly thigh-
high hose with a lacy red garter belt, red heels, and a red lycra dress,
much too tight and much too short!
The two macho-looking ladies stood me in front of a full-length mirror
and I blushed furiously as June smirked, ?Well Sweetie you always did
have a thing for Dresses, didn?t you??
?Yes,? I squeaked in the high-pitched breathy voice that was second
nature to me now, ?But not on me!?
?We?re going someplace where you may appreciate them even more!? ?Ski
darted a hand under my too-short skirt and squeezed my bare butt
roughly. ?Let?s get started!?
*
WILDEMAN?S was in the heart of the bohemian district, somewhere among
the trendy art galleries and predatory check-cashing places, expensive
restaurants and $20-an-hour hotels. I blinked in the garish lights,
winced at the loud music and looked timidly around at the sparse crowd
of weeknight revelers.
They were certainly a strange group! Burly guys in leather shorts and
vests that displayed their hairy thighs and torsos; women almost as
manly, in denim jeans and leather jackets that minimized their
femininity. At the other end of the spectrum there were men in silk
shirts and tight pants that showed off sleek bodies and carefully-
coiffed hair. There were some obvious men in female garb and some
creatures whose sex I could not determine. There was even a man clad
only in a cock-lock and heels, being led around on a leash (tied to his
balls!) by a rather overweight woman in spandex.
In this crowd I was an object of attention from almost every element:
lesbians eyed my feminine curves with interest, straight men leered at
me lustfully, and the gay men seemed to intuit my true sex, and smirked
knowingly. June and ?Ski sat at a table and ordered me to fetch hem
drinks, and every time I walked to the bar and back, I felt hands on my
nylon-clad thighs, heard lewd whistles, and even got my bare butt
pinched!
But that wasn?t all the girls had planned for me; June went to the sound
system and put on a CD?-one humiliatingly familiar to me!
?Take off that dress, Sweetie,? ?Ski ordered, ?and show off those dance
moves you do so well!?
Burning with shame, but too cowed to disobey, I stripped off my dress,
revealing my red thong panties, matching garter belt and sparkly thigh-
high nylons. June lovingly applied two tasseled red pasties to my
nipples (Oooo!) and urged me up onto the tiny dance platform with a
sharp spank to my blushing bottom.
?Strut your stuff, Sweetie!?
Totally mortified, I began dancing?dancing hell, I was flaunting my 90%
naked body for everyone to see! Swishing my hips to the music, gyrating
my ass, flashing my shapely legs, and thrusting my boobs around like a
common tramp!
And the little crowd loved it! I guess they weren?t used to getting
entertainment here on a weeknight, and they ate it up, whistling,
hooting, shouting lewd encouragement?.
?Work it, Sweetie!?
?Hump that air!?
?Move those titties?faster!?
I kept my eyes lowered, unable to face them, tingling with embarrassment
and unwanted arousal as I moved and kicked in time to the music, feeling
the sexual tension grow? in the room and in me!
By the time the music stopped, I was trembling, gasping, covered with a
fine sheen of perspiration? and missing one pastie! I shyly covered the
exposed nipple with an arm across my breasts and tottered in my heels
over to June and ?Ski.
?Get us refills,? ?Ski ordered, and see what those guys at the next
table will have!?
The Guys At The Next Table turned out to be three burly men in torn T-
shirts and obscenely short cut-offs showing off their hairy bodies.
Quaking with fear, I minced up to them, still trying to cover myself.
?My-my Mistresses would like me to wait on you, sirs,? I said demurely,
?My I bring you anything??
They gave me a look that made me feel like I was naked and on my knees,
sucking them all off at once. I shivered, clutching my exposed breast
even tighter. But the one closest to me just grinned and said, ?Another
pitcher of Bud, Sweetie!? I instinctively curtsied and minced off to
obey.
But when the bartender?a tall, muscular black amazon?handed me the
pitcher and the refills, she said, ?and come back as soon as you deliver
these; I need some help here tonight!?
Her tone left no room for disobedience, and when I relayed her message
to June and ?Ski, both girls laughed delightedly.
?Perfect way to spend your evening, Sweetie: Barmaid at a Kink-Saloon!
Better get started, Hon; she doesn?t look like a gal you can keep
waiting!?
And so I, a wealthy and influential man, spent the evening as a
simpering, near-topless waitress, scampering from table to table, trying
to cover myself, Curtseying submissively as I took orders and set them
on the tables?. I was just glad it as a light crowd tonight! As it was,
I had to endure sly feels, painful pinches and playful tugs on my teeny
panties practically all night!
But perhaps the worst thing: I was somehow still aroused! Every move I
made I could feel my trapped disk crushing my balls as it strained for
relief, and I had to bend forward slightly every time I moved? which
made me thrust my boobs and swish my ass even more!
Then, another shock: as I swished my way to the table June and ?Ski
shared?THEY WEREN?T THERE!
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