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Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Body. I took a few sips from the champagne to calm my nerves and it was only now that I realised I was hungry. I looked round and found the intercom button for the driver. "Sorry to disturb you," I said. "No problem miss, how can I help you?" I was still a little unused to being called by female pronouns, but miss particularly bothered me. Inside I still considered myself a man in his mid-twenties, if men were called sir or Mr, then why are women called miss? "What's the time please?" I asked. "It's just after six thirty Miss," he replied. "Thank you." With that, I let go of the intercom button. The fact that I had skipped a few hours earlier and only had salad for lunch meant I was now feeling hunger pangs. I continued to sip the champagne, but quickly realised that was not the best idea as I started to feel its effects almost straight away. I had no idea where we were going or how long it would take and whether we would get food when we got there. I hoped that we were going straight to dinner, although the idea of a formal dinner date wasn't that appealing. In a short while we pulled up to John's house, as I watched him walk from the house to the car I got that dreamy feeling and thought '...he's so hunky, I want to have his babies...'. Then I came to my senses and I was appalled by my own thoughts. Donna has really messed with my mind, the sooner I can get this night over with the better. John got into the car. "Wow, wow, wow! No, I have to see you in your full glory. Get out of the car," he ordered. The driver opened my door and I got out. John came round to me and took my hand. He very slowly, like he was studying me, picked up my hand above my head and twirled me around. "Unbelievable, just stunning. I'm lost for words," he lifted my hand once more and kissed it. By this point, the feelings that I got every time I got near him had been intensified by my feelings of pride, embarrassment and the tingly feeling I now recognised as becoming aroused. In my head, I was all over the place, but outwardly, I remained demure, the automatic feminine persona kicked in and replied. "Why thank you John, you look very handsome yourself." We got in the car and as the driver pulled away, John held my hand and sipped at a glass of champagne that had appeared for him. "I bet you're wondering where we are going?" he asked. "A little, I have to admit that I am a quite hungry. It takes a long time to perfect beauty like this you know," I replied. "It was worth it," he smiled. "We are off to dinner in the most exclusive restaurant in London, black tie and members only. Then we will go to the theatre, I have a box that we will have the use of for the evening." "Sounds amazing," I replied. Before long, we were at the restaurant. Everything was very formal and by the time we were seated and had ordered I was famished. The champagne kept coming and I was starting to feel woozy. The food came and I have to admit that I was disappointed, the taste was fantastic, but the portions were very small. However, after the second course I already started feeling full. I think that my stomach was obviously smaller as a woman and that the dress I was wearing didn't leave any room for expansion. I politely nibbled at the remaining courses, but this meant I drank more champagne. We left the restaurant and were driven to the theatre, the box was in an amazing position and we had one of the best views in the house. The downside was that we were alone, we sat down and John put his arm around me. He spent a while like this, but as soon as he was comfortable and sure no one was looking, he started idly stroking my breast. After he had been doing this for a few minutes he leant over and started whispering in my ear. "You look so hot Susan, I can't wait to get back to mine so that I can peel off those clothes. I've waited my whole life for a woman like you and I don't intend to waste one minute." As he finished his sentence, he slipped his hand down my dress and tweaked my nipple. The feeling was so intense and so unexpected that I gave a very feminine little squeak. A few people glanced round to look at me and all I could do was go red with embarrassment and look apologetically in return. I was truly appalled, in a very short time I was going to subjected to an experience that was impossible for my brain to comprehend. The even scarier thing was that my body was going to betray me, the feelings and excitement that it sent to my mind overrode all rational thought. At the interval, they bought us more champagne, but this time my worry of getting drunk had vanished. If I was going to go through this experience then I would need all the help I could get. The second half was worse, as well as following a similar pattern with his attentions; John also took my hand and rested it in his lap. Then he nudged it a little until it was resting on his erect penis. Whether it was instinct, my messed up mind or just because he wanted it, my hand closed around it and started gently squeezing. This only lasted a couple of minutes until he whispered in my ear again. "You better stop unless you want me to make a mess." This instantly stopped me, I definitely didn't want that! Too soon for my liking, the show was over. I was so pre-occupied through the whole thing that I couldn't have told you if it was good, bad or even what the story was. Before long, we were back in the limo, drinking more champagne and fast approaching my worst nightmare. We arrived at his house and the chauffer opened my door. John took my hand and helped me out of the car. He thanked the chauffer and then took my arm and walked with me to the house. "So, how did you like the evening so far?" he asked. In the back of my mind I didn't like the 'so far' part of the end of his sentence, but my female persona was fully in the driving seat and replied. "Oh John it was brilliant, I've never been treated so well." I smiled at him. "I'm glad you liked it." We walked in to the house and he showed me into the living area again. He fetched us another champagne and then sat down very close to me. I think that he was preparing to say something, but before he could start, my commands kicked in. "John, I would like to say thank you for a wonderful evening and for being so chivalrous last night. I know some men who would have taken advantage of the situation last night. So, as a kind of reward and a thank you I would like to make you happy. If there is something specific that you would like me to do or for us to do together then just say and it would be my pleasure to oblige." I looked at him directly, fluttered my eyes, reached over, and squeezed his knee. Inside I was sickened, the last thing I wanted was to encourage him, but that's exactly what I was doing. "Oh Susan, you are so sexy. You are more than I could've wished for." He took my glass from me and placed it on the coffee table, then he took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me in for deep kiss, his tongue probed my mouth and despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but moan in an encouraging way. As we kissed, he deftly unzipped my dress, with some effort on his part he started to push the dress down. It was difficult to start with until I found myself helping and wiggling the dress down. It pooled around my feet and I stepped out of it. At this point John stood back to admire the view. He smiled appreciatively. "I'm going to fuck you right there on the table!" He led me to the large dining table; he turned me to face it. As I faced it, it came up above my waste. I felt Johns hands grab me under the arms and lift me forwards onto it. I heard the tearing of a packet and then saw a condom wrapper thrown onto the table. 'At least he's going to use protection.' I thought. Then my male mind snapped to reality, I was bent over a table, prostate. I was so short I would have to hop off to get down. I was female and I was about to be penetrated from behind by a man. I'd never been so scared in my entire life, but despite any thoughts I had, my body was in control. As if to reinforce this, I found myself saying. "Oh John, take me!" He didn't need more encouragement or a second invite. I felt him move aside my g-string and the head of his penis started to push into me. The arousal I felt whenever I was near him proved to ensure I was 'ready'. As he pushed further in, completely alien sensations overwhelmed me. I was so sensitive, I could feel that the bulbous head of his penis was now inside me and I could feel his veiny shaft as it slipped further and further in to me. This seemed to go on forever and I could only wonder at how big he was. After what seemed to me like an impossible length, I felt his balls press up against my vulva, his pubic hair tickling me and arousing me further. Once he had pushed all the way into me he slowly pulled all the way out until the tip of his penis was the only thing still in contact with me. I felt a strong need to be filled once more and almost immediately, he satiated that need. At the back of my mind, there was a distant voice struggling to be heard, but practically screaming for me to stop. For this ordeal to be over, to move, to cry out 'NO'. It was as if the male part of me was locked in a cell, pushed in on all sides, not just by the commands, but the incredible sensations that were being sent to my brain. As if to drown out any chance of being heard my body did cry out. "Oooohhhhhh John, fill me up, you are soooo big." This spurred John to speed up, he started to push in and pull out faster and faster. Each time he got all the way in his balls slapped against me causing little whimpers of excitement. Then every time he pulled out, the desire to be filled, grew in intensity. Within a few short minutes, I could hear myself panting with excitement, I could feel a kind of building of emotion and I wasn't sure how much more I could take before I climaxed. Then John reached around with both hands and started to caress my breasts and gently tweaking my nipples. This sent me over the edge. "Arrrrgggghhhhh, yeeeeesssssss!" I screamed. I had never felt anything like it, the crescendo of emotions and feeling. Best I could describe it was like an explosion along my nerves, spreading from my crotch and my nipples. As the initial climax passed, I could feel my body shaking in small waves, like mini convulsions. John continued to pump into me, I had one more earth shattering orgasm and then I could feel him starting to get ragged. I could feel him pulse slightly inside me. He pumped in and out a couple more times and then with one almighty shove, he climaxed inside me. As soon as I felt the cum spurting it sent me into one final orgasm. As I came to my senses, I could feel that John was still resting on my back with his hands under my boobs. He was breathing hard. He started to regain his composure and pulled out of me. To my inner shame, I still felt a need to be filled. As easily, as if I were a child, he lifted me up in his arms and kissed me deeply. He carried me to the couch and laid me down. "I'm just going to go clean myself up," he said. I just laid there in a mix of post sex haze and humiliating disbelief. I was completely horrified, I couldn't comprehend what had just happened, it was impossible. I was a man, a heterosexual man, this couldn't happen to me. Perhaps the most difficult thing to understand was that it had felt incredible, the ability to have that level of arousal in a sustained way and orgasm multiple times, it was unbelievable. I hated myself, I should've fought it more, I shouldn't have let it happen to me. I continued to lay there and John returned. "You look so sweet, I can tell from the noise you made that you enjoyed that. Let's go to bed and maybe I can recover enough to go again," he stated. He gently lifted my hand and I got up. There was so much for my mind to process that I found it hard to respond, I just followed meekly. I think that I was in shock, still in denial and disbelief. He led me to his bedroom and sat me on the bed. "Take off the rest of your clothes and the jewellery and you can use the bathroom there," he said, in a kind of half command, half helpful way. I wasn't in any state to argue, so I went to the bathroom, removed the jewellery, my panties, shoes and stockings. I stared at the mirror and saw a beautiful woman staring back. I quickly splashed some water on my face to try to pull myself together. I realised I needed the toilet, so I went, washed my hands and returned to the bedroom. John was already in the bed and beckoned me to join him. I laid down next to him on my back. "Let's just cuddle for a bit," he said, then he turned me away from him and came right up behind me in the classic 'spoon' position. The only thing was, I was used to being the 'big' spoon and it was disconcerting to have him pressed so close behind me after what we had just done. His arms wrapped around me and he manged to rest one hand on each boob. I laid there for a few minutes not moving. I didn't want to do anything that would arouse him any more than necessary. I needn't have worried though, as within another few minutes he was snoring lightly. I waited until it seemed that he was in a deep sleep and then I started trying to move away. First, I tried to lift his arm, but each time I moved it he just snuggled in closer and hugged me tighter. Next, I tried to wiggle down, to see if I could get out from his hug. I quickly realised this was a bad idea, as I wiggled I felt his penis become hard and start to poke against my butt. This shocked me into complete stillness. I hoped that he wouldn't wake. He didn't wake up and after a few minutes more of no movement I felt him go limp again. I was stuck; I would have to try to sleep as best I could in this position. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn't get comfortable. Whether it was that I couldn't sleep like this or that my mind was racing I couldn't tell. Maybe both. I decided rather than trying to sleep I should try to make a plan for tomorrow so that I could make sure that this doesn't happen to me again. Yesterday, when I met Peter, I was on the defensive right from the start. I wasn't sure if Donna was there and it had made me apprehensive when I arrived. Then there were simply no opportunities after that. Peter led the conversation, put the ring on me and then got exactly what he and Donna wanted. If it were to go differently tomorrow, I would need to get some control of the situation. I could think of three main options; First, I go in assertively, I demand the master ring back, then I will be in control again. I can decided who get's the rings and what changes they can make. Second option, again assertive, is to go in and demand to be changed back. Once changed I again demand the rings and leave. Third option, is to play it nonchalantly, go in see how things were for them, seem nonplussed about being changed back, but when the opportunity presents itself I take the rings and change back. The third option seemed the most 'normal' thing to do, given that Peter is my brother and as far as Donna was concerned, she hadn't done anything wrong, maybe been a little selfish. The big problem with it was that it was a similar approach to yesterday, so maybe the outcome would be similar. The second option was the most aggressive, maybe it was justified in my mind, but it would seem quite crazy to Peter & Donna. That left the first option, demand to be changed back. This required Peter to be alone, who knows how Donna would react if she found out the truth. I settled on this option. Once I'd made this decision, it had another effect, my mind stopped racing and I was finally calm. Then, within a few minutes, I drifted to sleep. My sleep was not good. Each time I tried to move, John's arms restricted me, this woke me up until I realised where I was and then I would fall asleep again. This happened a few times, until finally, early in the morning, he had rolled away and all that remained was his hand underneath me. I decided that I would get up rather than have him roll back towards me. So, ever so carefully, I got up from the bed. There was nothing obvious for me to wear and I didn't want to make any noise by searching through the wardrobe, so I went to the room I had been in the previous night in the hope that at least the dressing gown would be there. I was in luck and there it was on the back of the door. I had a quick look in the wardrobe, but this was obviously just an additional wardrobe for the things John wore less frequently. There was a large selection of old suits, some dated looking clothes and even what looked like some old school clothes. I checked the drawers and there was nothing suitable there either, so I settled for the dressing gown and made my way downstairs. I had hoped that I would find something that I could wear and I could show myself out, but I guess I'll just hang around here until John gets up and then I can borrow a shirt and trousers to go home. No sooner had I entered the kitchen than I started to busy myself. I moved around the kitchen as if I knew exactly where everything was and what I was doing. However, the opposite was true, I'd never been in this kitchen before and I had no idea what I was making. It was only as I started to cook the ingredients that I realised I was making a full English breakfast. I had the oven on, 2 frying pans on the hob, the coffee brewing, I'd hand squeezed some orange juice and bread ready to toast in the toaster. I set the table for 2, fetched the newspaper from the front door and found my purse to do a quick touch up job on my face in the downstairs mirror. My reflection wasn't quite so polished as yesterday, but my hair was still held firm and after a quick wash and re-apply I looked presentable. I went back to the kitchen to bring everything together. As I was serving it all onto plates and the toast popped up, John walked in. "Morning Princess, this looks and smells delicious," he said. I balked at the term 'princess' but said "Morning 'My Lover'" which my female persona had obviously taken from his contact details in my phone. "I wanted to say thank you for a wonderful evening." I smiled at him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, I know I did!" he replied. "Please, sit down," I said. He sat and I served him the breakfast. For my plate I only served a small fraction of what he had, from my experience last night I knew I wouldn't' be able to eat as much as him. For the next 20 minutes or so, we ate our breakfast in silence. He read the paper and I was left to my thoughts. Donna had told me that I shouldn't hurry back, so I guess any thoughts I had on making my escape early had been in vane anyway. However, I felt more comfortable that I had a plan for when I did return and decided that I would try to go with the flow until then. I started trying to think of the positives I could take from my experiences. I could use the knowledge I had with the next woman that I dated. I would know more about how she felt than any man ever had before and this would give me insight in how to excite and arouse her. I would know exactly what kind of routine she had been through to get ready, how she felt when she were seduced and how it was to be treated as a woman. This was an amazing learning exercise and I was determined to make something good come out of it. John finished his breakfast and I got up and started cleaning up, I loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the pans while he continued to read the paper. It took me about 15 minutes and as I was finishing he put down the paper. "If you're trying to sell me your housewife credentials, you're doing a very good job! Thank you very much for breakfast," he said. "You're welcome," I replied. "So what would you like to do this morning?" he asked "I have lunch with my parents and I think it's a little too early for you to meet them yet." My first thought was relief, now I knew that by lunch I would be free to go back to Peter's. I was also apprehensive, what could I suggest for this morning. "I don't mind, but I don't really have anything to wear." I immediately thought of some things that didn't require clothes and I hoped that this wasn't his suggestion. "Well, when I ordered you those clothes yesterday, I ordered a few more things in your size just for this very situation. I hope you don't mind?" "Oh that's great," I blurted out relieved. "Ok, well if you don't mind what we do, then perhaps we can go for a drive in the countryside. We can chat a little and get to know each other better, and then on the way back I can drop you at home." This sounded perfect, a drive was harmless and John would take me directly home. "That sounds ideal," I replied. "Great, you pack some drinks and snacks and I'll go fetch those clothes I mentioned." He left the room and I found myself moving around the kitchen again. I found some small snack items, some carrot sticks, celery, tomatoes and dip. Along with some bottles of cola. I was just packing these in to a cool bag when John came up behind me. He pulled me in for a kiss and then said. "I think that I was a little excited when I ordered these clothes and they might be a little more provocative than you would like," he stated. I turned to look and I saw a box on one of the chairs, I went over and started carefully removing items and holding them up. The first was a summer dress, white with big red dots all over and a flared skirt. When I held it against me, it became obvious it was very short. I placed that on the table and pulled out the next; this was a casual type black cotton dress, again very short. The third item felt a little strange, it felt a little smooth and looked slightly shiny. It was black and I could see white frilly parts. As I pulled it out and held it up I realised it was a sexy maid costume. "Err, sorry," John stuttered. To my surprise and horror, I said, "If this is what you would like me to wear I will wear it for you John. Just maybe not out of the house ok?" "Deal," he said immediately with a huge grin on his face. I moved on to the next item. As I held it up I couldn't quite decide if this was worse or better than the last one; This was a princess dress, it was a full on Disney princess Belle dress. "This one is another one of my fantasies; I always had this idea that I would marry a beautiful princess. I had to check with the store, but based on your measurements they said it should fit. It's one of the larger child sizes that they do," John said. I was stunned, not only did he want me to look like a princess in real life, but it also dawned on me that I was small enough to fit in children's clothes. Despite my internal struggle, I said. "I think we'll save that for another day too." He looked mildly disappointed, but there was no way I was going out in that. When I looked back to the box, it was clear these were my choices. All that was left was a 2 packs of 3 g-strings, 3 bra's that matched the g-string colours, black & white. There was a maids cap & pinny, the gloves & tiara for the princess dress and various packs of tights. "The shoes are by the front door. Yellow ones for the princess dress, balck for the maid dress and sandals in white or black for the other dresses," he added. The only reasonable choices were the white spotty dress or the black dress. I was completely uninterested in either so idly chose the spotty one. "I need to take a shower, I won't wash my hair and I'll try to be quick," I stated. Then I picked up the white dress, the white pack of g-strings and a white bra and headed for the bathroom. Once inside I could take a breath, unlike yesterday, I hoped more than expected that I would never have to wear any of the other selections that John had made. I started the shower, my hair was still looking quite good and held firm. This made it easier to shower quickly. I put on the underwear and the dress and then touched up my makeup again. I found a fresh toothbrush and brushed my teeth and as soon as I was ready, I left the bathroom. John was stood in the hall with the bag of snacks I'd prepared. I could see he had quickly changed into some shorts and a polo shirt. He pointed to the shoes that went with this dress and I quickly strapped my feet into them. We left the house and went to the garage. "It's a nice day, so I think we'll take the open-top," he said as he opened the garage and I saw a Caterham. I was truly in awe, this was an amazing car, one I never thought I'd ride in. I looked round the garage and I could see John had 2 other cars in there. One BMW and one Volvo 4x4. We got in the Caterham and he started it, it was quite loud so as we were driving it was not that easy to talk. After a while John pulled over on a hill top and started up the conversation. "This week I have a busy week, unfortunately I won't be able to see you until Wednesday. Could we go for dinner then?" he asked. "Yeah sure" I responded, again hoping that it wouldn't happen. "Would you be willing to come over and cook dinner? I saw how good you are in the kitchen and you seem to really enjoy it. Then we could relax and enjoy ourselves at mine, you could stay over and I could arrange to have you dropped at work the next day." "I'd love to," Was my automatic response. He'd taken my seeming comfort and ability in the kitchen as enjoyment. I guess it went with his perfect persona that I had been forced to portray. "Great, I'll text you and we can arrange the details nearer the time. Now I realise that I have made an error in judgement." "What's that?" I asked genuinely intrigued, what more could he possibly need. "I forgot to bring a condom, I had planned to ravage you on this hillside. All is not lost however, there is a way you could tide me over till Wednesday. You could give me a blow job." This hit me side on, I was shocked. I thought that I was home and dry and my ordeal was over. The command from Donna kicked in and I replied. "It'd be my pleasure John." As I answered, my hands moved to unzip his shorts, and as I pulled out his penis, it was already becoming hard. Internally I was fighting as hard as I could, but there was nothing I could do. My head started to move down to his crotch. As I looked at it, I confirmed the feelings that I had yesterday. He was big, much bigger than I was, guessing, in that moment; I would have said around 9 inches. I started to lick the tip and swirl my tongue around it, it sickened me that I knew that teeth were an absolute no, I would need to use my tongue lips and throat. I continued to lick and then to suck, I was copying his approach from last night and starting slowly, to build up to the climax. Each time that I sucked just that little bit further and after a couple of minutes, the tip was touching my throat. My male mind assumed I would gag, but it seemed I was a pro at this. Before long, my nose was buried in his pubic hair. John chose that moment to moan, "Ooh princess that is divine." This involuntarily spurred me on, I began to move faster, but careful not to catch him with my teeth and to plunge him all the way in each time. Next thing I knew he grabbed the sides of my head and took over. It hit me that he was fucking my face, and now I was a passenger. My mind reeled, before this very moment I would've never believed that I would be in this position. There is no amount of persuasion, bribery or coercion that would have made me do this. Yet here I was, willingly performing and appearing to enjoy it. I felt John begin to get ragged again and I felt the small pulses I had felt earlier. He plunged my head down one last time and I felt the cum spurt down my throat and almost straight into my stomach. There were a few smaller spurts and then he relaxed. I pulled off from his penis, but as his perfect lady would, I made sure to suck and lick him clean before I carefully placed him back in his underwear and zipped up his shorts. I sat back up in the car seat. "That...was...sensational," he panted. "It's like you know just what to do to make me feel good." Embarrassingly I did know, I blushed and was silent. I remembered about the snack bag and fished out a cola, I felt sick and repulsed, I had to wash the taste away. I handed him a cola and offered the snack pot. He took it and started munching away at the food. He offered it to me in return, but I refused. I didn't feel like eating anything, well anything more anyway... After he had finished most of the snacks and his drink he started the car, we drove along unable to really hear or speak to each other. I sat there demurely, reeling in my mind. He sat there driving, with a massive grin on his face. Before long he pulled up outside what I realised was my place. I was too flustered and eager to get away from him to tell him I wanted to go to Peter's. He leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you for the perfect weekend. I can't wait for Wednesday, I'll text you lots." He kissed me again, then got out and opened my door. I walked up to the front door and as I looked for my key, he tooted and waved as he drove off.