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A Visit to the Girl's Dorm Author's Note: To those who read a lot of my stories, this one has a bit of a dark thread running through it. Just a friendly warning. John had been sitting in his car for about thirty minutes now. He could see the girl's dorm where Denise lived in his rear view mirror. He knew he wouldn't be able to get here in time to catch her on her way to or from class so he was going to have to sneak in. Now it was just about getting the nerve up to do it. "Now or never," he told himself. He reached over to the passenger seat and dropped his keys into his purse. He snagged the strap, pushed open the door and stepped into the street. He gave his denim miniskirt a little tug to be sure it was set properly and started toward the dorm's front door. "Confidence," he whispered to himself. "Believe you belong there and everyone else will believe it as well." His heart raced as he approached the steps leading to the door. He thought back to a year ago when Denise had him dress up as a girl for Halloween. At first he didn't want to do it, then he started looking forward to it. Then when the night came he had such a good time, and so did Denise. So much so that he would dress up for her a few more times and they would sometimes go to the movies or just for a drive. Everything was going so great, and then after they had to go off to their separate colleges she suddenly tells him they ought to see other people and then nothing. Well, if she won't answer him other ways, she'll answer him face to face. She was worth going to this extreme. John pulled the door open and stepped into the lobby. He hesitated letting his eyes adjust from the bright sunshine outside before spotting the elevator doors past the couches that were scattered around the large foyer. He walked slowly across the room and as he reached for the call button just below the sign reading "No Men Beyond This Point" the doors slid open and four girls paraded out all seemingly talking about something different all at the same time. They didn't even glance at him. He stepped inside and pressed the "3" button and the doors began closing. Before they sealed off the car, they opened again. John held his breath expecting some campus cop or dorm monitor to come after him. Instead two girls entered, punched the "2" button and the doors closed. They glanced at him for just a moment and went on talking about some test they had just finished speculating on how well they hoped they had done. The elevator jerked to a stop, the doors opened, and they went on their way. A couple moments later John stepped onto the pale tile that covered the floor where he hoped to find Denise. He checked the numbers on the doors near him and selected a direction. He turned a corner and a girl in a t- shirt and striped panties emerged from a door just ahead of him and proceeded up the hall before disappearing through another of the doors. Bathroom, he verified as he passed the open door from where she had appeared. Two more turns and a few steps and he found himself in front of room 341. The door was ajar and through the crack he could see Denise sitting at a desk jotting notes as she read through some book. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was also dressed in a t-shirt, though hers was long enough to almost be a minidress. John stepped inside the door and pulled it back to nearly closed. "Denise," he called to just above a whisper. She jumped and spun about. "John? What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?" "You wouldn't answer my calls, my e-mails, my texts, nothing after telling me you wanted to break up! I couldn't just let you go without some kind of answer. So I decided to come talk to you directly and the only way to do that was to dress up like this. It isn't like I haven't done that before." "Yeah, but you shouldn't have done it this time. You could get into big trouble and get me in trouble too!" she admonished him. "You need to leave! Now!" "No," he moved to an empty chair and sat carefully keeping his knees together. He placed his purse on the floor and crossed his arms defiantly beneath his fake moderate-sized boobs. "Not until you tell me why you suddenly want to start dating other people. Have you met some other guy that you want to go out with?" "Um, no, I haven't met another guy." She glanced at the door. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't answer you but I, uh, I thought maybe it would be best if I made a clean cut of it. Not let it drag on. College is different than I thought and, um well, maybe it would just be better if we weren't tied down to each other so we can really see what it all about without worrying about how the other would feel. "So, there you go," she concluded glancing at the clock. "Now, would you please go?" "Just like that," John slumped a bit in the chair. "I thought we really had something and you can just decide to end it without a thought." "I did think," she stood up from her chair and moved toward him. "And it is what I thought best for both of us." She went on toward to door trying to get him to leave. Before she got too far the door opened and a girl rushed into the room. "What a fuckin' crap day," she growled. "I don't know who your friend is but she can leave or stay I don't care, but I need you to do your thing for me." She proceeded to peel her shirt off over her head, her short red hair bounced back into place as the shirt came free. She then peeled the leggings off and was totally naked. She spun and flopped down on a bed, legs spread wide. "Denise, now." John stared at the girl for several shocked seconds. Denise looked at John for a second clearly uncomfortable with the situation but she shrugged and turned to the bed. She crawled over the girl's leg and immediately dipped her head between the other girl's thighs. "Oh, God, yes," the girl cried. "This is just what I needed to fix this day." John watched as Denise performed her service hearing an occasional slurp as she sucked on the girl. He wanted to leave at that point but couldn't seem to get up from the chair. He watched as the girl reached down and pushed Denise firmly against her crotch, lifted her legs and cried out. "Oh, baby, thank you," she wove her fingers into Denise's hair. "Now, come up here with me." Denise dutifully crawled up the bed and laid down resting her head on the girl's shoulder. She draped her arm across and idly played with the tiny pink nipple on the girl's breast. "So," the girl finally looked at John, "who do we have here?" "Well..." Denise started trying to decide how to answer but just let her voice trail off. John just sat there unable to say anything. "Wait a second," the girl narrowed her eyes. She sat up staring at John. "Is this your old boyfriend?" "Yes," Denise sighed. "How could you tell? He did a really good job on his make-up and he hasn't said anything yet, though he does do a good girl voice." "Adam's apple," the girl nodded. She made no move to cover herself even though she now knew it was a man in the room. "He does look good. Why is he here?" "You told me I couldn't answer his messages so he came here." "You just do everything she tells you to do?" John stared past the girl at Denise. Denise looked away and said nothing. "Yes, she does, and so will you," she told him. "Really? I don't think so," John stood up. "Denise, I don't know how she got such control over you but I wish you had just told me. I guess I'll be going. Good bye." He squatted down to pick up his purse but before he could stand the girl spoke again. "No, you aren't leaving," she said. "How do you plan on stopping me?" He pulled the purse over his shoulder and started for the door. "By calling down to the front and telling them there is a man dressed like a girl walking around the dorm peeking into the rooms. Campus police will be waiting for you and likely turn you over to the city police. I imagine it will be interesting for you sitting in jail in that getup. Maybe you'll make a new friend there." "Kim, please, let him go," Denise quietly asked. "Oh, no dear, this could be fun." Kim stared at John and reached down between Denise's legs pushing her t-shirt up exposing a light blue panty that barely covered her. She slipped it to the side and began massaging Denise's clit while staring at John. A couple moments passed and she announced "We are going out dancing tonight." Denise said nothing, she had her eyes closed enjoying the localized massage. "I have a perfect dress for you to wear, you can't wear that outfit to the club I have in mind." Kim smiled and started rubbing more vigorously and occasionally dipping her fingers inside Denise. Denise was now squirming on the bed and John watched as she reached orgasm, a look he became familiar with during their senior year of high school. Kim slipped Denise's panty back into place and pulled her shirt back down. "Now, let's make some plans." Kim extracted herself from the bed and walked over to the closet. John looked at Denise who pulled her shirt down a little further trying to cover more of herself. John looked at the door and tried to decide if he could get out of the dorm before he would get caught. Would she really call the front desk? He feared she would and he didn't know the building well enough to be sure he could escape. "Denise," Kim called from the closet, "go down to Melody's room and tell her I want to borrow her red heels, she'll know the ones I mean. I'll keep an eye on John here while you are gone." Denise quickly got off the bed and exited the room. Kim came back out and had a couple outfits with her. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt with a white glittery tank top. She also wore a pair of high heeled short boots. She tossed a short dark green dress on the bed. She turned to John and handed him a red dress. "Put this on." "I am not going out with you dressed in that," John was defiant. "I'm not asking." Kim extended her arm pressing the dress against him. "You're here because you still care about Denise, and you don't want to get arrested. You'll do it or things could go very bad for you, and maybe even Denise will run into problems." John stared at her for a second before taking the dress she had been holding. "You are cruel, you know that?" he barked. "I don't care," she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. "Once you get the dress on, we'll update your make-up for a night out." John looked around trying to decide where to change. "Just change right there," Kim commanded. "We aren't too big on modesty here, as you might have guessed." John shot daggers from his eyes at Kim but she didn't seem phased at all. He laid the dress over the back of the chair and pulled his shirt off over his head, then unbuttoned and unzipped his skirt pushing it to the floor. He stood there in a black bra with stuffed cups and black panties with little red dots on them. "Nice," Kim teased. "Not many girls would wear panties that sheer under a short skirt. You're either confident or shopping." "I didn't expect to be doing more than talking to Denise and then going home. Plus I don't have much of a choice." "Denise told me about you two," Denise watched as John pulled the dress on. "To tell the truth I hoped to meet you, but this is so much better than I could have anticipated. She never said anything about you cross dressing. I've always thought to would be fun to feminize some guy." "She didn't feminize me," John answered as he pulled the dress into position. "I dressed up for her sometimes, we had sex a lot. It was just something different and fun. "I think this dress is too short for me." "Oh, I know," Denise grinned, "I think it is perfect. You'll be a hit at the club. But don't worry, it ought to be dark enough at the tables that if you decide to sit the guys probably won't be able to look up your dress." Denise came back in carrying a pair of red high-heeled sandals. She glanced at John for a second and looked at Kim. "Give them to him and put on this dress," Kim ordered her and pointed to the green dress. Dutifully Denise did as requested. After handing John the shoes she peeled off the shirt she was wearing and walked into the closet wearing only the light blue thong. When she emerged she had on a black satin thong and a strapless black bra. She went to the bed and slipped the dress over her head. It was slightly longer than John's dress. Her dress was sleeveless, her shoulders were mostly bare. The dress had a choker collar and the material connected there. A sheer layer covered a tight dress from beneath her breasts to a spot high on her thighs. Without asking she turned and got her make-up out and started getting herself ready for the evening. John resigned himself to finishing getting ready, so he sat and put the shoes on. He caught Denise watching him as he got them buckled. She knew the panties he was wearing; she had bought them for him after Halloween for their first outing, a drive out and around the country, and a stop under some trees along the way. "Do you know how to do club make-up?" Kim asked. "No, just what you see," he answered. "Fine," she grinned, "Denise will do yours after she finishes her own. Have you worn a heel that high before?" "Yeah, Halloween, the first time, she had me in a heel like this," he shifted he foot out to the side looking at the shoe while keeping his knees together. "Well, take a little walk around and get used to them," Denise suggested. "Last thing you probably want to do is twist an ankle and need to go to the ER. I don't want to ruin our evening." It gave John an idea about feigning an injury while testing the shoes but was certain that would only result in him being turned over to the police. Instead he just strolled around the room. At first he was a little wobbly but soon got the hang of it again. Denise finished and turned to John. He hadn't seen her really do a club make-up job before, at least not like this. Her eyes were dark and lips were dark red. Her cheek had a light bronzish color that accented her bone structure. She looked amazing. "Come sit down over here," Denise instructed. John sat carefully laying his hands in his lap. Denise went to work. A short time later she finished. "You really have an amazing face for this," she commented. "Good job," Kim smiled. She kissed Denise lightly so as not to smear either of their lipsticks. "I think it is time to go." John went and grabbed his purse. He found he actually had to hold his dress down so it wouldn't ride too high when he stooped. They went down the halls to the elevators. They passed a few girls along the way who either ignored them or waved as they went by. During the ride down in the elevator Kim said, "Oh, by the way, you're Eve for the rest of the night." "Eve?" John asked. "Yeah, can't be calling you John now, can we?" she stepped off the elevator as the doors opened leading them through the foyer. Once outside, John spotted his car down the block. Now that they were outside Kim couldn't call the cops on him. He slipped his hand inside his purse and tried to quietly fish around for his keys. "They aren't there," Kim said. "What?" "Your keys," she looked over her shoulder, "they aren't in your purse. I took them out while Denise was doing your make-up. I thought you might try and make a run for it once we got outside." "What if I just don't get in the car? Now that we are outside nobody can prove I was in there, and if you do find someone, I'll point out that there were girls that saw us walking around like friends. You snuck me in. It'll be just as much trouble for you." John felt a bit of triumph. He was going to win. "Eve," Kim turned back to him, "things can get very nasty for you. You have no keys; you'll be stranded standing out here all night. You can't sneak back into the dorm, there isn't anywhere for you to go in there. Someone may finally ask you about what you are doing, maybe campus police, maybe someone else. You might get lucky and find some help, or more likely, you won't. Maybe it's time to just give in and come dancing with us. How bad can that be? After we have some fun, I promise I'll give you back your keys, your clothes and let you go on your way." John stood for a minute thinking, the breeze reminding him of just how bare his legs were. It tickled its way up his back and gave him a shiver. At last he nodded seeing it as the easiest way out and they walked to Denise's car. John got in the back seat while Denise and Kim rode up front. They arrived at the club and now John was really getting nervous. He hadn't spent all day dressed as a girl before, he hadn't gone anywhere other people where except a couple movies, and they had always picked movies where there weren't many people and went in after the lights went down. He decided he was actually beyond nervous. He was scared. They got out of the car and walked toward the door. John started repeating his mantra of being confident again. It didn't help a lot. This time it wasn't his choice to be here. He didn't have an agenda for this. He was being dragged along against his will. Somehow they got inside without being carded, the first horror he expected to face. Getting into a club in a college town without being carded is unheard of. Once again Kim showed she had things handled better than he could have imagined. Kim selected a table a short distance from the dance floor and they took their seats. John was careful sitting down trying to hold the dress and cover his lap as he sat. A waitress came by and asked for drink orders: Kim had whiskey with a coke back, Denise and John both order margueritas. "That ought to be the last drink we pay for," Kim told the rest. "Why?" John answered. "Because," she grinned, "guys buy us drinks to get to dance with us. And you better not do anything to mess that up." John grabbed his glass and took a huge swallow. He actually finished his drink before the other girls. He was thinking he might order another just to make Kim pay since she had also removed his wallet from his purse but a fresh round of drinks arrived before he could catch the waitress attention. "And it has begun," Kim grinned and looked around. "Any bets on who sent them or who he wants?" John again grabbed his drink and took a big swig. He hadn't eaten dinner and it was getting to his head pretty quick. The idea that someone would want him was beyond his faintest thought. As he set his glass down a guy walked up. He looked like he probably attended college as well. Good looking, well dressed. He beamed a smile at them all while nodding. "I thought one of you ladies might like to dance." "You send the drinks?" Kim asked. "Yeah, you looked thirsty, ought to recharge before hitting the dance floor," he continued the high watt smile. "So?" "Did you have one of us in mind?" Kim pressed. He looked at each of them, John looked away. "Not really, just want to dance for a while." "OK," Kim answered. "I think Denise is ready to dance, aren't you." Denise looked at Kim, then turned back to the guy. "Yeah, sure, I'm Denise." She got up and walked toward the guy. "Hey Denise," he reached to take her hand. "I'm David." He led her to the dance floor where the lights flashed and swept back and forth through the crowd gathered there. John visibly shrank back into the chair relieved that Kim had not subjected him to the invitation. "Don't get too comfortable," Kim warned him, "your turn will come." "I need to go to the bathroom," John told her. "Can you hold it until Denise gets back? She didn't take her purse and I don't want to leave it unattended." "I suppose so." They sat there sipping their drinks watching the dancers. A couple songs later Denise emerged from the crowd and headed back to the table. Kim stood up, "Grab your purse, Eve." To Denise, "we're heading to the bathroom. Back in a few." Denise nodded and sat down fanning herself. They walked together to the bathroom, Kim making sure John went into the right one. It was crowded and they waited in line for a stall. There were a couple times they saw two girls enter one stall. John looked at Kim. "Could be sex, could be coke, could just be sharing," she told him just loud enough so nobody overheard. "Don't worry, I'm not going in with you, but when you get out you need to fix your lipstick." John finally got into a stall, closed the door and checked the seat. He carefully pulled up his dress, lowered his panties and took a seat. He kept his hands down so if anyone looked through the crack they wouldn't see his plumbing. He finished his business, and when he was sure nobody was near the door he pulled up his panties and got himself arranged again. He pulled the dress back down and flushed. He went to the mirror nearly getting knocked over as he went by a slightly inebriated girl rushing to the vacant stall. He squeezed into the crowd surrounding the sink, washed his hands, and dug a tube of lipstick from his purse. It was tough getting the lipstick applied because his arm kept getting bumped but eventually he felt he had it. "Come on, Eve, you are pretty enough, let's get back to Denise," Kim pulled at his arm. They got back to the table and another round of drinks was sitting on the table as well as a new guy standing by. "Excellent," he chimed as they approached. He wasn't as good looking as the last guy, but he wasn't bad. "This is Tom," Denise told them as they took a seat. "I came to ask Denise here for a dance, she wanted to wait for you to get back which was fine with me," he glanced back over his shoulder, "because now that you are here my friends can come ask you two." Two other men walked up, both decent looking. One moved to position himself closer to Kim, the other to John. "I'm Kim, you've met Denise, and that is Eve," Kim told them. "I take you want to dance with me?" she looked to the one closest. "Yes, very much so," he nodded. "I'm Nat." "And I'm Allen," the last added in. "Eve? Would you come dance with me." "Oh, someone ought to watch our things at the table," John stammered. "Nonsense," Kim responded. "We can just take our purses with us. Nobody will bother the table with full drinks on it. Let's go." John grabbed his drink, took another big gulp, and allowed himself be led to the dancefloor. They danced through several songs, John was starting to feel drunk. He was feeling a bit dizzy as he danced to the music, trying to ignore his dance partner. Apparently Allen didn't catch on because he moved closer and kissed John on the mouth. John's reaction was slow due to the alcohol and Allen backed off with big smile as he continued to dance. John was confused as what he should do and just continued dancing. When the song transitioned again John waved and headed back to the table. He sat, instincts kicking in as he covered himself as he sat, and took another drink he did not need. The other girls came to the table. "Come on," Kim ordered. "We leaving?" John asked a bit relieved. "No, we're going to the table those guys have. More room. Free drinks the rest of the night," Kim smiled. John felt sick. He grabbed his drink and followed them to the table. When they got there the guys had spread out with an empty chair between them. Each took the seat closest to their dance partner. They talked for a few minutes, Kim doing most of the talking telling them Eve was a friend visiting from out of town, while she and Denise shared a room on campus. The guys talked about themselves and John didn't pay a lot of attention but continued drinking until he suddenly felt Allen's hand resting on his bare thigh. He clasped his hands on top of it hoping to curtail Allen from trying to slip it under his dress. They all did get back to the dance floor again for which John was happy. At one point a slower song came on and before John could excuse himself Allen pulled him into an embrace and began swaying to the music. John looked over Allen's shoulder and spotted Kim dancing and making out with Nat, he eventually found Denise doing the same with Tom. He was shocked. But not as shocked as he realized Allen was now kissing his neck. He pulled back to try and stop him but Allen took that as an invitation to kiss him on the mouth. Before John knew it Allen's tongue was exploring the inside of his own mouth. He tried to pull back but Allen was too strong and John too weak from drink. At last he just kept his eyes closed and let him finish. When the song changed they separated and John took the opportunity to stagger back to the able. Allen followed him. They sat and drank and danced and talked a little over the loud music until Kim decided it was time to go. John was relieved and looked toward the door as the room swayed around him. He finally made it to his feet and stumbled along. He didn't realize the guys were following them out. Once outside the club, their ears ringing from the din, Tom suggested they all go back to his apartment. John's heart skipped a beat hoping Kim wouldn't subject him to that. He was relieved. "No," Kim took Nat's hand and led him back toward their car. "We really can't do that but we can thank you for a wonderful night." Kim turned and kissed Nat, she let him give her a good feel as he did it. She broke the kiss. "Hey Denise, Eve, didn't you enjoy all the dancing and drinks? Show your appreciation." Denise turned and kissed Tom. Tom also took a handful of her ass as they kissed. When John looked at Allen he was grinning. Nat didn't give John a chance to object and pulled him into his arms and began kissing him. John felt Allen's hands feeling his ass and his dress starting to rise up. With one hand he pulled it down and held it unable to do much else. Then he realized he could feel Allen's erection pressing against his stomach and it scared him. He heard the car door open and broke the kiss. He thought Kim was ready to leave but instead she sat on the edge of the seat, pulled Nat closer and began undoing his pants. "You have been too good tonight, and I can't leave you like this." She saw John looking at her. "Eve, you really ought to help Allen out, too. You too, Denise. Show these boys you appreciate them." "Um, no, I don't think I want to do that," John objected. "I appreciate the evening, but that doesn't mean I owe him anything." "Oh, Eve's being shy," Kim stood up and went to him. She moved him slightly away from the rest and whispered. "How do you think they will react if I tell them why you don't want to do this? Think they'll just say "Oh, we understand. Have a good night" and walk away? The only question is if they will beat up just you, or all of us? Or maybe I'll excuse you and tell Denise she needs to pick up your slack. I know you still care about her and what do you think she'll think of you then? You have ten seconds to decide and if you don't do as I say, I'll decide on the consequences." She turned and went back to the front seat, Nat hadn't bothered fastening his pants so Kim proceeded to pull his rigid cock out and began sucking on the tip while still watching John. He could see Denise sitting on the seat on the other side of the car rocking back and forth, Tom's head visible above the roof, eyes closed. He thought about standing his ground and letting the chips fall where they may, but he could picture showing up at an emergency room dressed as he was and needing to call his parents. How could he explain any of this? He sawKim lean away from Tom's cock, still stroking it watching him. A tear came to his eye as he made his way toward the back door of the car to take a seat there. She grinned at him and went back to her blow job. John's hands shook as he reached for Allen's zipper and lowered it. He grimaced as he pulled the stiff rod from the front of Allen's pants. The tear ran down his face as leaned in and took it into his mouth. Even as drunk as he was he was aware of the warmth of it, the feeling of the head against his tongue. He kept his eyes closed tight as he worked the shaft. He nearly gagged as he tasted the first salty drip. He heard one of the other guys groan and knew they had reached the pinnacle of their event. Another groan, then he felt a hand against the back of his head and the cock tried to go down his throat, but he managed to keep it from choking him, but only for a moment as his mouth was suddenly full. Reflexively he swallowed, coughed, and felt a burn as the fluid attempted to pass back through his nose. After what seemed like forever Allen backed away pulling his cock from John's mouth. John wouldn't look at him. Instead he turned and pulled his door shut. "Good night, boys," Kim called and closed her door. Sometime before Denise had already closed her door and was watching John. Dark streaks were now on his face, his mascara spread by the tears. "Oh toughen up," Kim started the car and began driving out of the lot and back to the dorm. "You guys expect us to do that all the time and like it. Now you know what we feel like. Consider it an education for your day as a girl." "I never make someone do that who doesn't want to," John sniffled. His nose still burned. "Really? Denise, he never told you he needed a blow job to help him out when you were on the rag?" "No, actually he was always understanding about things like that." "Really? Wow, you might be that one in a million," Kim sneered. "You are going to have to spend the night in our room tonight. You are in no condition to drive." Nothing else was said for the rest of the drive. Kim and Denise helped John through the foyer, up the elevator and back to the room. "He really sucked down a lot of booze," Kim pointed out. "He was scared, uncomfortable. He just wanted me to tell him why I was breaking up with him," Denise huffed. "You wouldn't let me." "Well, he knows now," Kim answered. "Help me get him into bed." They sat him on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes, his dress, and bra. Kim pulled a nightgown from the closet and dropped it over his head. They laid him back and pulled a blanket over him. After undressing they crawled into the other bed together naked. The next morning John woke with a screaming headache. He winced as the light of the day felt like needles entering his eyes. He covered them with one hand as he sat up. He had a terrible taste in his mouth. He peeked out from under his hand and picked at the nightgown he was wearing. "Kim didn't want you sleeping naked, so she gave you one of my nightgowns. The clothes you were wearing when you showed up are over there on the desk," Denise told him. He managed to get his eyes open enough to see they were alone. "Where's Kim?" "She had a couple classes. Won't be back for a while, you ought to be gone by then. I put your keys and wallet in your purse," she told him. She was sitting on the other bed wearing a nightgown similar to the one he had on. He stood up and peeled off the nightgown. There was a sink and mirror by the closet door and he looked in it. His hair was a mess; his face was a mess as well: eyes were large black dots, streaks down his cheeks, lipstick smeared around his mouth. "God," was all he could manage as he went to try and clean it all off. "It's never good to sleep in your makeup," Denise told him. "Once you are ready, you can borrow mine so you can get out without anyone giving you any trouble." Denise just sat and watched as John went about trying to get himself in order. He got his face clean, then wet down his hair and took a brush from the sink and got it close to the way he had it before. He borrowed hairspray, toothpaste, deodorant, and makeup without ever saying a word to Denise. She watched as he put his bra on, arranged his breasts, slipped the top on and stepped into the denim miniskirt. Finally he put on the sandals and picked up his purse. He got to the door and pushed it open. "Why didn't you just tell me?" he glanced back at Denise still sitting there. "She said I couldn't, and I couldn't defy her," Denise answered. John shook his head and left. As he exited the dorm he turned toward his car. "Hey, Eve!" came from behind him. He turned and saw Kim walking toward him. "Why don't you come back some time? Had a lot of fun last night, love to do it again," she flashed an evil grin. "I doubt you will ever see me again," he shook his head which reignited some of the pain. "I don't know what sort of hold you have on Denise but I hope she escapes you." "Don't see that happening any time soon," she stepped closer to him. "You won't be getting her back in any case. What woman wants to know her boyfriend dresses up like a girl and gives other guys blow jobs? I've destroyed you and imbedded myself in her life even further." "You made her give a guy she just met a blow job too!" he cried out exasperated. "You think she enjoyed it any more than I did? Do you know her?" "I know her well enough that she did it to please me," Kim crowed. "Just like she fucked me after you passed out to please me." John shook his head in a combination of amazement and frustration. He turned and walked away. "Good bye, Eve!" Kim called after him. John marched on then realized he might have been a little lucky, she could have called him John. The street was crowded and someone would have caused him some trouble. It was late July and John was back in his old room at his parent's house. He was reading over some car magazines he liked when there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," he called. The door eased open and Denise stepped in. John felt a chill run up his spine at the sight of her. He feared Kim had forced her to come here and waited for her to come into his room behind her. "Hi," she said just above a whisper. "Hi, you alone?" he answered. "Yes, do you mind? Can we talk?" she moved into the room another step. "Sure," he closed the magazine and laid it aside. "Sit wherever you like." "Thanks," she looked and chose a chair near his desk. "First, I want to tell you how sorry I am about the way things went the last time we saw each other. For what it's worth, that was the beginning of the end of Kim and I. We split up just after Thanksgiving." "Really," John answered. "I didn't think there was anything that would get you away from her. It was like she had you under some kind of mind control." "In a way, she did," Denise went on. "I mean she wasn't drugging me or anything but for some reason I was so attracted to her. We started as friends doing everything together. Then I did something that got her pissed off and she stopped talking to me. I felt like I was going through withdrawal of some sort. I begged her to forgive me, I begged for days. When she finally told me she would forgive me if I would give her a kiss, I did it without any apprehension. I was so relieved. It didn't take long before we were sleeping in the same bed and having sex. I wanted so much to keep her happy. "I wrote a letter to you explaining that I had fallen for Kim and that I was sorry, I still cared about you, all the usual breakup stuff. Kim found it on my desk and tore it up. She told me to tell you we were through and leave it at that. Of course you know that is what I did. I don't know what she expected from that but I doubt it was you showing up in our room like you did. I hadn't told her about you dressing up sometimes. "Anyway, after that night you showed up I realized just how cruel she really was. I thought when she treated me badly it was because she was just mad, but then I started seeing her do things to other people who didn't do anything more than not pay her the attention she believed she deserved. Suddenly I didn't want her any more. I stayed in another girl's room for the rest of the semester and moved to another room after the Christmas break. I wanted to write you, to apologize, to try and explain, but I decided to wait and tell you face to face. I hope someday you can forgive me for not telling you the truth when I broke up with you, and for not doing anything to try and save you from that humiliation she put you through that night." They sat there in silence for some time. Denise started getting restless and stood up to leave. "Anyway, I just thought I owed it to you to tell you that. Thanks for listening." "Wait, please," John called to her before she reached the door. "Close the door, would you? I don't want anyone to hear us if they walk nearby." Denise pushed the door closed and went back to the chair. She sat patiently while John collected his thoughts. "First, thank you for taking the time to come here," John began. "I know it couldn't have been easy to tell me all that. I know what hurt me the most was that you abandoned me so easily that night and just let her torture me that way. I understand a little better now but later, in that parking lot. I couldn't believe you just give a guy a blow job because she told you to." "It was like I told you, I would do anything to keep her happy," she looked down at the floor. "It wasn't like I hadn't ever done it before. Unlike you." "Believe me, it wasn't something I wanted to do, or will likely ever do again," John frowned. "Really? Kim told me she gave you an out but that you were so drunk that you insisted on doing it after liking the way he kissed you," she explained. "And you believed her?" he stared at her wide-eyed. "She told me she would expose me to them and that they would definitely beat me up and possibly you as well. Or if I didn't do it she would tell you to do both guys. I couldn't do that to you or take that chance. I was mad at you but she was right about one thing: I still cared." "I should have known she lied to me," Denise sighed. "Thing was, I watched you get dressed the next morning and put make-up on and fix your hair and it looked like you did it so naturally, like you did it all the time. I was thinking maybe you wanted a night like that to allow you to really embrace that girl inside you. And that included getting hit on by a guy, making out with him, satisfying him. It made the lie easier to believe." "Truth is," John confessed, "I had been finding time to dress up more often when I was home on weekends from college. I'd drive out to parks away from here and take walks. Or window shop in some area I knew nobody would recognize me. That was how I came up with the idea of visiting your dorm. I figured if I could get in and out fairly quickly I could pull it off. Never thought I would have to go that far, or that I could pull it off for that long." "You did an amazing job," Denise could help but giggle a little bit. "I started getting worried that you were getting so drunk that you would forget what you were supposed to be." "How could I forget," John groaned. "That guy kept pawing my butt and sticking his tongue in my mouth. It was all I could do to keep him from pulling my dress up." "I know exactly how you feel," Denise answered. "You really are a great guy, I wish I hadn't screwed things up." "Did Kim tell you she saw me leaving that next morning?" "No, she didn't mention it," she looked concerned. "Figures," he nodded. "She told me her whole plan was to destroy your image of me for you so that there wouldn't be any way you would ever consider coming back to me. Her exact words were 'What girl wants a boyfriend who dresses up as a girl and gives other buys blow jobs.' Who can argue with that?" "Well, I might if you can find a way to forgive me," her lip trembled as she said it. "I liked our adventures when you went out with me as my girlfriend. And I wouldn't want to try and pick up guys, you are the only guy I want. And if you don't want to do the girl thing any more, that is fine too. Have you still been doing your walks?" "Actually, no," John told her. "After that night I threw away all my things that I had stashed away. A couple months later I started regretting it and thought about trying to buy a couple things, but every time I tried to go I got all nervous and bailed out." "I could help you get some new things if you like," Denise got up from the chair and moved to the edge of the bed. "Please give me another chance, I promise I won't break up with you again unless I give you a complete reason why, not that I am thinking about breaking up already." John gazed into her eyes for several moments judging the sincerity, deciding if it might be guilt more than affection. He finally decided, "I still care a great deal for you. I don't know if I love you right now, but I might again. I'd be willing to try and I will make you the same promise: if I decide to breakup with you, I will give you a complete and honest reason." A tear dribbled down Denise's face, John smiled a little and wiped it away. Several weeks later some folks may have noticed a couple girls together wearing light summer dresses walking through a park on the far side of town.