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I suppose that I shouldn't have been spying on them. But I had found this
place where I could see into the women's quarters. I needed a telescope,
of course. But I got a good view of them as they were dressing or
undressing. I saw their bare breasts. I saw them in their underwear -
some of them wore very provocative underwear. Sometimes there were two of
them together, helping each other with their clothes. Occasionally there
were a couple of them getting more amorous. Kissing. Touching each other.
Touching places I would have liked to touch. I could only imagine how
warm and moist those places were...
It must have been one of the cleaners. They came round once a week to de-
slum the study-bedrooms. I guess they found the telescope trained on the
window of one of the women's bedrooms and realised that I wasn't
interested in the night sky or the distant horizon. So someone told the
women concerned. I didn't know this at the time, of course. But there
were a couple of weeks when the view became a little more interesting.
More nudity. More flaunting of underwear. In more of the rooms that my
telescope could see into. I spent more time looking.
It was nearly the end of term. A Friday evening. There was a knock on the
door. I unlocked it. Two women pushed their way in. One pinned me to the
wall. The other looked through the telescope. Then she turned and wagged
her finger at me. "Naughty boy!" she snarled. "You're coming with us."
They didn't exactly frog-march me. But they were very insistent. And I
guessed the two of them were stronger than the one of me. I didn't want
it to look as if I was their prisoner. So I went along with them. Down in
the lift. Across the courtyard. Into the women's quarters. "Here he is.
Peeping Tom." There were several women in the common room. They didn't
seem too hostile. Most of them were smiling. One of them handed me a
drink. "Cheers," she said, taking a drink from her own glass. I tasted
the drink. I don't know what it was, but it was good. I drank some more.
It started to take effect fairly quickly.
Someone took the glass from me before I dropped it. I was conscious, but
a bit dreamy. I could stand but was not really in control of my actions.
Several of the women helped undress me down to my shorts. Warm strips
were placed on my legs. After a little while they were pulled off. It was
a bit painful, but probably I would have felt it more if I hadn't had
that drink. I realised that my legs had been waxed to remove my leg
hairs. To make me less male. These women were planning to feminise me.
And in my drugged state I could not resist them. The waxing process was
repeated on my chest. Fortunately my chest wasn't very hairy. Even so it
was more painful than the leg waxing had been. Some sort of solvent was
used to wipe my chest around my nipples. Then a pair of silicone breast
forms were attached. "Hold your tits, dear," I was instructed, as I was
led into one of the bedrooms.
There was a large towel at the end of the bed. A pillow had been placed
just behind it. I was told to sit on the towel and then helped to lie
back. My shorts were removed. Some sort of loops were put round my legs
and I suddenly found that my knees were lifted and at the same time
pulled apart. The pillow behind my lower back was lifting my bottom off
the towel. I was lying there, holding my tits, with my pubes and bottom
fully exposed. Even in my semi-drugged state I realised that what was
happening to me had been well planned in advance. It was actually quite
arousing to have someone holding my cock as they applied shaving foam to
my genitals and bum. My cock was quite hard as the razor was used. The
woman using the razor moved my erection around like a joystick so that
she could get to all the pubic hair. There were a couple of other women
in the room watching. Smiling. Once the whole area round my bits was
hairless to her satisfaction, she used a small towel to pat everything
dry, then applied some talcum powder. The cords holding my knees up were
slackened, so that I could lower my legs. My feet were placed in a pair
of knickers and these were pulled up to my thighs. I was able to lift my
bottom off the bed a little way so that my knickers could be pulled up
fully into place.
I was helped to sit up so that they could put a bra on me. When I let go
the breast forms I was surprised how heavy they were, pulling on my chest
and obviously firmly attached. The bra spread the load onto my back and
shoulders. Now I knew why women wore bras. Especially if they had tits as
large as mine. I was helped to stand up. Although I still needed some
help, I realised that the effects of the drink were beginning to wear
off. A suspender-belt was placed round my waist and fastened with hooks
and eyes at the front. The suspenders were threaded down inside my
knickers before the woman behind me started to tighten the laces at the
back of the suspender-belt.
A few moments later I found myself sitting down again. Needing to sit
fairly upright with my tightly cinched waist and with my bra supporting
my large tits. My hair was trimmed, shaped and styled. My eyebrows were
trimmed (or to be more accurate, removed completely, then pencilled in).
Lipstick, eyeshadow and rouge were applied. One of the women put a
stocking on my left leg, showing me the technique of gathering the
stocking round ones thumbs before deploying the nylon up my legs, and
then fastening the suspender clasps to the dark stocking-top. She let me
put the other stocking on myself. Then she made sure that the suspenders
were adjusted to be nice and taut. "You don't want wrinkled stockings,"
she advised.
By this stage I was able to stand unaided. The effects of the drug had
all but gone. I was helped into a red dress and the long back zip was
fastened for me. A pair of black patent leather shoes were placed for me
to step into. They didn't have enormously high heels, but I had never
worn shoes with heels before. I could feel that wearing them changed my
posture. Made my bottom stick out more.
I took a few steps forward. Wearing stockings and heels was a whole new
experience. The way the suspenders and stockings pulled and stretched
with each step. How my bottom moved in the smooth silky knickers. The
absence of trousers. How my now-hairless balls fitted snugly into my
silky knickers. A delicious combination of freedom and constraint.
Then for the first time I caught sight of my reflection in a full length
mirror. I hadn't realised just how short the dress was. It didn't
completely cover my knickers. The bulge of my cock and balls was clearly
displayed in the pink knickers showing below the hem of my dress.
Instinctively I put my hands in front of me. "Oh no you don't," said one
of the women. "You've been watching us in our underwear. It's only fair
that we should all be able to look at you in yours." I put my hands to my
sides. Now I could see that I had rather good legs. Long and shapely in
the dark tan stockings. Pale hairless thighs between stocking-tops and
knickers. The twin outlines of large tits stretching the bodice of the
dress. Pretty hair and face. Many attractive feminine features, in fact.
But the bulging knickers made it clear that I was no woman. Just a sissy
boy.
There were wolf whistles and a few whoops of "Wow!" as we went back into
the common room. I was surrounded. Unseen hands fondled my bottom. I
found myself being ushered forward through the common room. One of the
women who had brought me down was waiting there. She was holding a
handbag. "Here you are," she said. "Your keys and money are in it. You
need a handbag now that you haven't got any trouser pockets." I took it
off her. "OK. You can go now."
"No, no. I can't go out of here like this," I protested. "Well, I suppose
you are showing rather a lot of your knickers," she laughed. "Here's a
coat for you." She handed me a short raincoat. It was a few inches longer
than the dress. Long enough to conceal the front of my knickers. But
still rather short for someone wearing stockings and suspenders.
All the women were still chattering and laughing as I stepped out.
Nervously. Clutching my handbag. Fortunately it was now starting to get
dark. I could feel the cold air reaching up my skirt. I had to take more
or less dainty steps - I wasn't yet used to walking in heels, even if
they weren't all that high. It seemed to take ages to walk the short
distance over to the tower block where my room was located. The entrance
hall was brightly lit, but fortunately empty of people. I pressed the
button to call a lift. A lift door opened and several boys came out. They
all stared at me. Smiled. Whistled. Grinned at each other. I tried to
ignore them. Did not make eye contact. I stepped into the lift and
pressed the button for my floor. Wanting the lift doors to close quickly.
It seemed to take several minutes (but was probably only a few seconds).
I could hear the boys making lewd comments and laughing as the left the
building.
The doors started closing, but then opened again. Someone must have
pushed the call button. A boy entered giving me a good look up and down.
I recognised him. I didn't really know him but I'd seen him around. He
didn't seem to recognise me. I could see that his eyes widened as he
looked at my legs. He pressed one of the buttons for another floor. He
would be getting out before my floor. The lift doors closed and we
started going up. Side by side. Not looking at each other. Not speaking.
The lift stopped and he got out, giving me another good looking over as
he left. The door closed again and moments later opened again at my
floor. I stepped out of the lift. Thankfully there was no-one else about
as I walked along to my room. I opened my handbag and found my key.
Opened the door. Stepped inside. Closed the door and leant back against
it with my eyes closed as I waited for my heart to stop pounding and my
breathing to get back to normal. But I had got back safely. What a
relief!
When I eventually opened my eyes, I could immediately see that someone
had been in the room. My key had been used while I was otherwise
occupied. I switched on the light. The telescope and its stand had gone.
Where the telescope had been there was now a cock dildo. It was held in
place by a laboratory stand clamped to its balls. (I gave a slight
involuntary shudder at the thought of having my balls in a clamp.) I
realised that the dildo was in the exact same position where the
telescope had been. So if that telescope was in one of the rooms I had
been watching, the dildo would be in plain view. Also, the head of the
cock dildo was more or less level with my mouth. On the bed was a short
burgundy-coloured nightdress with a pair of matching knickers. And there
was also a packet of wipes, with a note reminding me to remove my make-up
before going to bed. I took off my coat. I admired my reflection in the
mirror. Now that I was alone my clothes felt very sexy. I liked the fact
that my knickers were on view. I touched my cock with my hand. I got a
huge erection. Straining at the front of my silky knickers.
The phone rang (not my mobile - there was an internal telephone system in
the student blocks). I picked it up, already guessing that it would be a
woman's voice. "Is your cock hard?" I didn't reply. I heard her giggling.
"Is it as hard as that dildo? The one I'm looking at through your
telescope?" In fact my cock was as hard (but not as large) as the dildo.
She spoke again. "Come on. Answer me. Is your cock hard." I gave a
muttered yes. She giggled again. "Well, before you cream your knickers I
want to see you sucking the dildo. See if you can get so far into your
mouth that you can leave lipstick on its balls. You'd better do as I say,
sissy boy. If you know what is good for you. Keep sucking until you see
my room light flashing. Then you can go and wank. Go on sissy. Get
sucking cock." The phone went dead.
I went over to the dildo. Although the curtains were wide open there
wasn't anywhere close enough to see it or what I was about to do with it.
Not unless they had a telescope. I licked the shiny knob-end. Then I put
my lips around it. I closed my eyes as I took more of the cock dildo into
my mouth. I had one hand holding the dildo as the other hand was gripping
my own hard cock through my knickers. It was a very arousing situation. I
was dressed as a girl. I had large tits. I was sucking a cock, even if
not a real one. I was confident that even though the dildo would be
visible from the room below, only the top part of my body could be seen
from that angle. The watcher would not be able to see my hand stroking my
cock in time with my mouth round the dildo. Pretending that my fingers
were my lips and that the dildo was my cock. Imagining that I was sucking
my own cock...
My lips didn't get anywhere near the balls on the dildo, though. Taking
that much cock in my mouth would require a lot of practice.
A room light flashed down below. Almost immediately the phone rang again.
I went across the room and picked it up. "Not too bad for a beginner,"
she said. "Now come to the window so I can see how hard your cock is.
Stand there with your skirt lifted up until you see the room light flash
again. And if you need your hand to keep your cock hard, I'm sure you
know how to do it." She giggled and put the phone down. I didn't need to
use my hand. And she didn't make me stand there too long before the light
flashed a couple of times. I moved away from the window. The phone
immediately rang again. "Be careful not to spurt all over your new
dress," she giggled. "Are you wanking now? I want you to catch your jizz
in your hand. And then lick it off. Imagine that the cock you were
sucking has cum into your mouth. Don't waste any. Squeeze the last drops
out and make sure you swallow them." She rang off. And shortly afterwards
I was licking cum.
I was very tired. It felt as if I had completely emptied my balls. And I
had no energy left either. I sat down and used a couple of wipes to
remove my make-up. I struggled to undo the back zip on my dress, but
finally managed it. I placed it over the back of a chair. I unclipped my
stockings and carefully removed them, then slackened off the laces on my
suspender-belt so that I could unfasten it. I reached behind my back to
unfasten my bra. That was a struggle too. But my tits were heavy on my
chest and still very firmly attached. I decided to keep my bra on and had
to struggle again to fasten it. I took my knickers off and dropped them
on the floor with my stockings. I put on the nightie and matching
knickers. Cool on my hot flesh. I slid under the bed covers and was
asleep almost immediately.
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