Monicas Birthday
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MONICA'S WEBSITE
By "c.c."
I met Monica at a big Charity Event for us wealthy types. I'd heard
rumors about her, but she seemed so pleasant, smart - and sexy! - I
ignored them and asked her out for a few dates.
A Week Later
I opened my e-mail and saw two messages from Monica. The first was
headed "WEBSITE" and the second "WARNING! DO NOT OPEN 'WEBSITE'
MESSAGE!!! READ ME FIRST!!!!"
I did, and the message was that the earlier message wasn't intended for
me, that it contained dangerous viruses and had been sent by mistake.
She urged me to delete it without opening, and call her as soon as I
had.
So I deleted the message, called and assured Monica (She seemed
incredibly relieved... almost as if she had some personal stake in
this!) then set up a date for that evening.....
...then went to my "Deleted Messages" file and opened the message!
Inside was just a link to a website.
I went to the site and found pleasant music - a soft, subtle intriguing
melody I couldn't quite catch - shifting color patterns, and assorted
games of chance to play against an unseen opponent.
Fascinated, I started playing.
SIX HOURS LATER
I almost missed my date with Monica, the games were so much fun. I had
lost more often than won, though, and as penalty had to order something
over the 'net that would arrive Express the next day.
I also had to abstain from sex with Monica! How the program knew I was
dating, and planning a romantic encounter, I don't know. Maybe it was in
the lengthy questionnaire I filled out somewhere in the process.
Whatever, I begged off that night, and Monica seemed oddly
understanding.
A Week Later
The package I ordered had contained lotions, pills, diet foods,
makeup... I used them all according to the directions on the website.
The changes they caused were so amusing! Imagine me, a wealthy young
man, now able to pass for a College Girl! My swelling, perky breasts
felt so-o-o sexy! My smooth skin, shapely legs and pert little bottom
thrilled me! And with makeup and hairstyling I really thought I was kind
of cute. Of course, I had to quit seeing my friends (except for Monica,
who somehow seemed not to notice the changes!) and I had to do all my
financial business over the net now, but the website had a program to
take care of that.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Monica introduced me to an amusing night club that featured a
Transvestite Review, and she seemed to enjoy it when I took her there.
Sometimes if there was a good crowd, they would pull someone out of the
audience for an impromptu "makeover" and it was often ME! Of course, it
wasn't really fair, kind of a trick, since underneath the specially
padded clothes I wore, my body was already sort of femmish, with smooth
skin, smallish breasts and a round bouncy bottom, but it was sort of fun
fooling everybody - they'd see me escorted behind a screen as a man,
then there'd be all sorts of clothes brought to me while my own clothes
were carried off, and after a bit I'd emerge looking totally female!
Funny: at first I was very nervous and reluctant to appear on stage and
get feminized in front of a room full of total strangers, but then the
background music changed to the same tune I heard on Monica's website,
and all of a sudden I was relaxed and ready to do as they suggested!
It turns out she knew many of the performers, and we often went
backstage to chat with her friends. Of course they were quite busy
backstage, and I often helped out, changing light-bulbs, bringing trays
of makeup, carrying costumes, or just pouring refreshments.
One evening we arrived at the club a little early. And the star/manager
of the review, a tall, commanding black she-male who called herself
Ebony, sashayed over to us in a dither.
"I'm so glad you're here sweets." She smiled at me. "Tula, our dresser,
is out sick and we are desperate for help back there. Would you mind
terribly acting as dresser for us this evening?"
Well I really wanted to spend my evening with sexy Monica, but before I
could demure, Monica herself chimed in,
"Oh, he'd love to! Wouldn't you sweets? Now you go on back with Ebony
and I'll just kill some time out here and enjoy the show!"
Reluctantly, I followed the swishing, high-heeled Ebony backstage to the
big communal dressing room the "girls" all shared. Once there, Ebony
looked me up and down, eying my expensive manly suit critically, and
said, "That will never do. Some of the makeup we use back here would
just ruin a nice outfit like that. Take off your clothes and I'll give
you something more appropriate."
I was about to protest when I heard something in the background: the
music from Monica's website! And all at once it seemed perfectly natural
to hand over all my clothes to this dark-skinned cross-dresser. Ebony
took all my things (every stitch of my male clothing, plus my wallet,
cell phone, keys, etc.) back out to Monica for safe-keeping. As she
left, she grinned at the sight of my naked, femmish body, my smooth
skin, smallish breasts, round pink bottom, my shy little dickie looking
ridiculously out of place between my milky thighs....
"Dang, she sure is doing a number on you, Sweets. But let's get you
ready to serve the girls!"
Next thing I knew, my face was artfully made up, with full, red lips,
shadowed, long-lashed eyes and a hint of blush on my cheeks (upper and
lower!) and I was decked out in shiny pink high heels and a frilly
little white apron! The skirt portion just barely covered my privates
(the big white bow in back swishing sensuously across my bare bottom)
and the bib part was so small it could hardly contain even my modest-
sized breasts.
And in this scandalous outfit, I was hustling around to attend to the
needs of Ebony's half-dozen she-male troupers! Worse, that catchy tune
from Monica's website had stopped and it no longer seemed "perfectly
natural" to be gadding about like this - I was embarrassingly aware of
my submissive feminine appearance, my shamefully scanty costume, and the
servile position Monica had stuck me in!
But I had no choice. I had to scamper about, fetching costumes, makeup,
wigs, and anything else the "girls" demanded. Mortified by my
appearance, I tried to face them at all times, keeping my bare bottom
hidden, but they soon caught on, and took mischievous delight in
stroking and pinching my defenseless pratt as I scurried to obey them.
Cherisse, a tall, lanky redhead, took special pleasure in dropping
tissues right next to her chair and ordering me to pick them up without
bending my knees. Every time I did this, she'd playfully pinch my butt
or cup my sack in her delicate hand, which would send me lurching up
with an embarrassed squawk - provoking laughter all over the room!
But my biggest problem was a "girl" named Lateena, an exotic Latina
whose accent I found difficult to understand. She'd imperiously call out
for something, and I wasn't sure if she said "blush" or "brush" or even
"dress!" And when I brought the wrong thing, she'd slap my bottom
-hard!- and berate me in Spanish! And after my third or fourth failure,
as I was buttoning her into a shimmering emerald green gown, her fiery
temper erupted and she pulled me across her satin-clad knees for a
spanking.
Lying across her lap, legs kicking wildly, tears flowing down my
waterproof makeup as her hard palm cracked again and again across my
tender bum, I felt keenly how far I had fallen tonight: from a wealthy,
masculine-looking patron of this establishment, to a barely-clad serving
girl!
The smiles and titters from the other "girls" in the room were even more
humiliating as I got back to my high-heeled feet and began once again
scampering about to wait on them.
Then another concern: "Hey Sweets," Ebony called to me, "Monica wants to
see you out front!"
Out front? But I couldn't go out there like this--could I? I fluttered my
hands at my skimpy apron, shamefully aware of how little it covered my
feminine curves..
Then, in the background, I heard that music, the catchy melody that
first captivated me on that website, and I realized I could walk out
there very easily, even dressed like this--after all, no one would
recognize me, would they? Smiling, confident, I swished out there, all
feminine in nothing but high heels and a frothy apron.
Then, half-way across the room, the music stopped and I began to feel
less assured. What was I doing here? Like this? I could feel the cool
air like icy fingers on my mostly-naked flesh, and even worse, the
stares and giggles of the folks in the crowd seemed like a physical
touch, like fingers caressing the vast expanse of pink woman-flesh I was
showing as I jiggled across the room, increasing my confusion and self-
consciousness as I minced up to Monica--who was sitting with another man!
"Hello Sweets." She smiled. "Meet Rod!"
Rod was a tall, muscular, successful-looking man (much as I used to
look, before I got on Monica's website!) and the look he gave me as I
reflexively curtsied before him set me blushing all over--a mixture of
scorn, amusement and.. arousal? as he chuckled. "Hi, Sweets. Nice to see
you!"
It seemed to hit me all at once: ashamed of my feminine appearance,
embarrassed by my scanty clothing, and totally humiliated at confronting
this well-dressed manly guy with my date! I felt myself getting dizzy,
tingling from head to foot, and somehow through my ringing ears I heard
Monica saying, "...says you'll be working late tonight, and there are
quite a few spots Rod wants to take me, so we'll be off. Have fun,
Sweets, and don't work too hard! See you next Friday?"
Just as I was about to tell Monica I wanted to change clothes and go
with her, I felt a tug at my apron strings from behind! I spun quickly,
trying to keep from losing my one skimpy garment, and faced a fat,
middle-aged man, who was demanding service! I took his order as quickly
as I could and scampered to the back.... Where Ebony informed me that I
was now a waitress for the rest of the evening!
The next few hours were an agony of embarrassment for me as I scurried
about to wait on the customers, who all assumed I was a submissive
little near-miss and took delight in ordering me about--and used every
opportunity to check out my bod! The men seemed fascinated by my
smallish but well-shaped breasts, cupping them in their hands, lifting
and squeezing my poor boobies every chance they got. The women, though,
were more intrigued by what was under my apron-skirt, and I kept feeling
mischievous feminine hands squeezing my little package as they made
snide comments about my size!
Closing time came at last, followed by an hour of cleaning, sweeping,
mopping... I was totally exhausted when Ebony and the "girls" started
putting on their coats to leave.
"Er-" I asked hesitantly. "Uh- Where's my clothes?"
"Why Monica took them for safekeeping--remember, Dear?" Ebony smiled.
"Wait a minute--" It seemed too horrible. "You mean I don't--there's
nothing--I...." I clutched my hands around the shamefully skimpy apron I
had worn all evening, suddenly aware that this was all the clothes I had
for now!
And all around me, the "girls' were smiling!
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