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I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. Sunny day light streaming in
through the curtains that I hadn't closed the night before. I answered
the phone. "I couldn't see you all that clearly last night," she said.
"It was rather dark. So put some lipstick on and come and practice for me
again now it's daylight. I'll ring again when I've seen enough."
As I got out of bed I realised that the nightdress was very short indeed.
It only came down to my waist. My cock was already starting to stiffen at
the thought that I would be sucking a cock while someone unseen was
watching me. I slipped my feet into my shoes. I wanted to renew the
sensation I had felt the evening before. Of how wearing heels changed the
shape of my legs and made my bum feel more prominent. More girly. There
was a lipstick on the chest of drawers (I hadn't noticed it the night
before). I spent a few moments applying it to my lips.
The dildo seemed to be in a spotlight in its sunlit position. I went over
to it and started the same procedure as I had been doing the previous
evening. Using my left hand to stroke my cock through my knickers in time
with my lips and tongue working on the dildo I was holding with my right
hand. Imagining that it was my mouth leaving traces of lipstick on my
cock. After a time the phone rang again. I went across the room and
answered it. "Now go back close to the window and stroke the front of
your knickers so that we can see it. Get your cock nice and hard. Keep
stroking until the phone rings again. It seemed to be ages before the
phone rang again. "OK sissy boy," said a giggling voice. When you have
had a shower, put your stockings on and a clean pair of knickers. You'll
find a blue dress in your wardrobe. Put it on and do your best with some
make-up. One of us will be waiting for you downstairs at 10 o'clock.
Don't be late. But I'm sure you need a wank now. Just remember to catch
all your cum - sissy boys must swallow it all to make them feel more
girly."
She was right about me needing to relieve the pressure in my throbbing
cock. And about feeling more girly after swallowing the result.
I had a shave and brushed my teeth. The minty flavour of the toothpaste
replaced the taste of lipstick and cum. A shower cap had been placed in
the shower cubicle, so I wore it as I washed my body with the scented
body wash that had also been provided. My tits almost seemed to be part
of me now. There was no indication that the adhesive was weakening at
all. I could feel the shape with my hands and the weight of them on my
chest. I just wished I could feel the sensation on my tits. That my tits
could feel my fingers stroking them and fingering my nipples... I wrapped
a towel round me and went into the room. I went to the chest of drawers
and opened a drawer. There were a dozen or more pairs of silky knickers,
some pink, some white. Most had little frills round the leg-holes. Some
were trimmed with lace. There were no male underpants. Another drawer had
a few packs of stockings, mostly dark tan, but a couple of pairs of black
ones and another couple of pairs of white ones. No male stuff in any of
the drawers. There was a spare bra and a few blouses and other feminine
items.
I put on a pair of pink knickers and my bra. Then I put on my suspender-
belt and the stockings I had worn the day before. I went over to the
wardrobe. It was almost empty. All my male clothes had gone. There was
just a blue dress, a black dress, and a few skirts. No trousers. I put
the blue dress on. I was slowly getting better and dealing with a back
zip. I was relieved to see that the dress was a decent length. A few
inches above the knee. I picked up the red dress, put it on a hanger and
put it in the wardrobe. It seemed the girly thing to do. I checked the
time. It was five minutes to ten. I quickly drew in some eyebrows,
applied some lipstick, put my shoes on, remembered to pick up my handbag,
and left the room. No-one else was on our corridor. And I had the lift to
myself.
On the ground floor one of the girls was waiting for me. I could see she
wasn't impressed with my attempt at make-up. She took me into the
"Visitors" toilet (as this was the men's block, "Visitors" meant
"Ladies"). A few minutes later we emerged. My make-up was now judged
acceptable. "We're meeting the others for brunch and shopping," said my
companion. "I'm Jane, by the way. We decided that we are all going to
call you Sissy. It seemed an appropriate name." We strolled into town. I
could tell people were looking at me. Not just me, they looked at Jane as
well. And of course, when I say people, I mean men and boys. We were
(apparently) a couple of girls walking along. In skirts, showing our
pretty legs. Our tits bouncing a little with each step. Our heels
clicking on the pavement. A faint swishing sound as nylon stockings
brushed together. I wouldn't have dared walk out in public like this on
my own. But I felt safe with Jane. She seemed to ooze confidence.
Gradually I began to enjoy flaunting my legs and bust. To be walking
along in a stylish dress. While underneath the dress there were all the
sensations of female underwear. Bra straps. Tightly laced suspender-belt.
Taut suspenders tugging at shiny stocking-tops with each step. Silky
knickers caressing the cheeks of my bottom. And gently encasing and
supporting my cock and balls. And of course that feeling of
vulnerability. No trousers. just a flimsy skirt concealing my stocking-
tops and hairless bare thighs. Not to mention the tell-tale bulge in my
pretty pink knickers. Fortunately it was not a windy day.
We met up with some of the others I had seen the day before. They smiled
and seemed to look approvingly at my appearance. My large bust and pretty
legs. Or were they really mentally undressing me - like the boys and men
probably were? Were they imagining what I would look like without the
dress? Wondering what colour knickers I was wearing? I could feel myself
blushing. Now I was beginning to know what it felt like to be on the
receiving end of lascivious glances. As I looked at the group of women, I
wasn't so much mentally undressing them now. It was more a case of
wondering what it would feel like to wear what they were wearing. No
longer admiring a shapely body in a dress, but wishing I could wear the
dress myself.
We did some shopping, had brunch, and did some more shopping. I bought
two more dresses. (A couple of the girls came into the fitting-room with
me to "help" try them on. More likely just to get an eyeful of my
underwear and have an excuse to stroke my bottom.) I bought more knickers
and (emboldened by a slightly alcoholic brunch) some shoes with higher
heels. Then we made our way back to the accommodation blocks. Before we
separated to go tour our respective blocks, Jane said, "When you get back
to your room, put your red dress on again. You know, the rather short
one. And wait for a phone call."
The phone rang. "Come down now. I hope you've got your red dress on!" I
put my raincoat on. It wasn't raining. But the coat was longer than the
dress. Not quite as revealing. As I was going down in the lift, it
stopped at an intermediate floor and a boy stepped in. I gave him a
nervous smile and then looked away. I could feel that his eyes were
staring at my tits. Fortunately we soon reached the ground floor. He
indicated that I could leave the lift before him. Ladies first. Or maybe
he just wanted a good look at my legs as I walked away. I could feel my
bottom waggling as I walked. That was one effect of wearing heels. I
wasn't doing it just for his benefit. I felt very exposed as I walked
across to the women's block. I was already showing a lot of leg, and now
there was a slight breeze. Threatening to show more of what I was wearing
under that very short raincoat.
I was glad to step inside the women's block. Relative safety. At least
there were no male eyes here to feast on my body and underwear. There
were of course many female eyes giving me a good looking at as I removed
my coat. But they were mainly enjoying my predicament. A sissy boy who
couldn't help getting an erection by showing his knickers to the girls. I
didn't sense any danger. But the girls were definitely in control. And I
realised I quite liked it. "Right," said Jane. "You are going into a
bedroom. You will be blindfolded. You will lie down on the bed. Your
knickers will be taken down. As many as possible of us will come to
watch. One of us will give you a blowjob to show you how it should be
done. You must hold back as long as you can. But when you do spurt, you
will then be given mouth-to-mouth and YOU are the one who will do the
swallowing. Understand?" I nodded. A blindfold was put on me and I was
guided into a room and onto a bed. I lay on the bed. Surrounded by eager
spectators - I could hear giggling and heavy breathing. A hand ran slowly
up my inner leg. Fingers stroked my stocking-top. Then my bare thigh. A
soft hairless thigh. A sissy boy's thigh. Then my balls were fondled
through my silky knickers. Fingertips stroked my erection. Squeezed it
gently through my knicker to make sure that it was hard enough. I heard
"Lift your bum" and felt my knickers being pulled down to my thighs. A
tongue licked my cock. I heard a general intake of breath by the
audience.
My partner's hand moved down the shaft of my cock, drawing the foreskin
back and exposing the shiny knob-end. She licked it, kissed it. Then bit
it gently. Teasing. The hors d'oeuvre before the main course. Then she
started with lips and tongue working together. Taking more and more of my
eager cock into her warm wet mouth. Several times she nearly brought me
to climax, but then backed off. I was amazed that she could take the
entire length of my erection into her mouth. Her lips could touch my
balls. However, when she sensed that I was about to climax, she moved her
mouth back to my knob-end. She didn't want me to spurt straight down her
throat. My whole body jerked. She kept milking with her lips and tongue
until my erection started to subside. Then she let my cock flop out of
her mouth. Moments later our mouths touched. Her tongue pushed at my
lips. I obediently parted my lips and the now familiar taste of cum
flowed into my mouth. Her tongue pushed into my mouth like an insistent
cock, pumping its juices for me to swallow. When she was satisfied that I
had received back all the juices that I had sprayed into her mouth, she
lifted her head away. She pulled my knickers back up, playfully squeezing
my limp cock. "Hardly a bulge now," she laughed. There was applause. I
was helped to my feet before the blindfold was removed. I looked round. I
could not tell which of them had been sucking my cock. Maybe she had
already left the room.
Back in the common room there was pizza and wine. At least two of us were
hungry after our exertions. A few of the women looked a little flushed. I
guessed there were some moist gussets under some of the skirts. Soon it
was time to go back. After dark the porters would be watching out for any
illicit female entry into the male block. And I didn't want to go through
the indignity of proving that I wasn't a female even though I was wearing
a skirt and stockings. "Well you can give us another display at your
window tomorrow morning wearing your night attire. Then you can join us
all for lunch in town. And we'll tell you how well we think you have
learned your lesson of this evening." Fortunately I didn't meet anyone
else as I made my way back to my room. There weren't as many people about
as usual. Maybe some students had already gone home for the vacation. No
need for a wank before going to bed. My balls were drained.
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