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On Sunday morning I was again woken by the telephone. I got essentially
the same message as the day before. Only a different female voice this
time. Once again the dildo was displayed in bright sunlight. I had
deliberately not closed the curtains before going to bed. I wanted to see
the dildo when I woke up. The star of the show. Waiting for me to
perform. I put on some lipstick and my new high heels and went over to
the dildo. I tried to emulate what I had experienced the evening before.
To pretend that I was the woman and the dildo was the cock of a
blindfolded sissy boy with his skirt pulled up and his knickers pulled
down. But I couldn't take the whole cock into my mouth. I told myself
that the dildo was rather larger than my own cock. Eventually the phone
rang and, as required, I stood in front of the window stroking my
erection through my knickers until the phone rang again. "OK. You can
wank now. Make sure you swallow it all. Be down in the vestibule in 30
minutes. Wearing your blue dress and highest heels, and with make-up
properly applied!"
Half an hour. And quite a lot to get done. But the first activity didn't
take very long. My cock was ready.
When I stepped out of the lift a group of women were waiting for me. I
quickly realised that they were all wearing jeans or trousers. I was the
only one in a skirt. I felt rather more conspicuous than yesterday as we
strolled into town. The others also had shapely busts and bottoms for the
boys to look at. But I was the only one showing my stockinged legs. After
going round more shops looking at clothes and underwear (and trying on a
few dresses) we went to a restaurant for an early lunch. While waiting
for the food to arrive there was a discussion about my performance that
morning. It was generally agreed that it still wasn't good enough.
"You'll have to try again this evening." I started to get worried. I said
that I needed to go into Uni for the final sessions on Monday morning. I
was told that all I had to do was give a satisfactory performance and
then they would remove my falsie tits and give me my male clothes back. I
tried to enjoy my meal. But it was with some trepidation that I walked
back with the group. They left me by the male block. "Put your red dress
on and wait for the phone to ring."
It seemed that I was sitting in my red dress for an age before the
telephone rang. "OK Sissy. Show us what you can do with the dildo. And
when the phone rings again stand in front of the window stroking your
knickers." I tried my best. But I was very nervous. I used both hands to
hold the dildo. My own cock didn't get very hard. I need to concentrate
on displaying my cock-sucking competence. I really needed to get my
clothes back. And my tits removed. The phone rang. I went over to the
window. But I couldn't get a proper erection. Even though I desperately
wanted to get back into boy-mode, I was so anxious that I could not get
my cock hard. The phone rang again. "Well, you're getting better at
sucking cock. But it seems that you can't get an erection any more. So
you don't deserve to get your boy clothes back yet. You'll have to go to
Uni in a dress tomorrow. Helen is on your course. She will come with you
and look after you. Meet her in the lobby at 8.30 in the morning. Don't
be late or she'll go without you." Shortly afterwards the phone rang
again. "You'd better not leave the dildo on the stand. The cleaners might
come in. And then there might be trouble. Best to put it in your handbag
and take it with you."
I released the clamp and put the dildo in my handbag. I thought that I'd
better do this now in case I forgot in the morning. I put a pair of white
knickers over it. To cover it in case anyone was looking when I got
something out of my handbag. I could pretend that the knickers were a
white handkerchief. I watched TV for a while. I don't know what programs
were on. It was just an unsuccessful attempt to take my mind off my
predicament. I really need to go into Uni - I needed the credits because
I had missed some sessions earlier in the term. But what would people
think of me turning up dressed as a girl? How could I explain myself to
my friends at college? I was feeling rather sorry for myself, and even a
little tearful as I undressed and put on my night dress and knickers. My
cock didn't get hard. Perhaps having tits and wearing skirts and knickers
was making me more girly? There was no doubt that the knickers were very
comfortable to wear. And after a few trips out in public with the women,
I was more confident wearing a skirt instead of trousers. And having
large tits that bounced as I walked. But I still had a cock - even if it
wasn't very hard at the moment. And my tits weren't real - even if they
were firmly attached. And although I didn't have a deep voice, it was
deeper than most girls voices. And I still needed to shave my face - even
though I had hairless legs and pubes. So I really needed to get back into
boy mode. Before my sissy girliness became permanent. Eventually I
drifted off to sleep.
I was up early the next morning. I took care with my appearance, ready to
meet Helen downstairs. Still no erection. Helen was wearing jeans. Tight
jeans emphasising her smooth crotch outline. She smiled in a very
friendly way and took my arm as we walked to the university. There
weren't so many students. Probably most had already left if they didn't
really need to stay. And if I hadn't skipped lectures earlier I wouldn't
have to be here now myself. In a skirt. And I began to realise that there
weren't many students in skirts. I hadn't really noticed how few there
were before. I began to feel more conspicuous. And a little less
confident. Helen was very supportive. I think she understood how nervous
I was. I was very glad of her presence.
I had to explain to some friends why I was wearing a dress. "It's just an
experiment while there aren't so many people around. To see what it must
be like as a girl alongside a lot of rude dirty male students like you.
To see if you respect me like it was explained in those lectures about
human rights and gender equality."
"Well I admire you for your commitment to gender equality," replied one.
"And I admire your pretty legs," said another. There was general
laughter. I hoped the explanation was sufficient. The day at college
passed without incident. Although I had to repeat the explanation to one
of the college staff. She approved.
One the way home, Helen and I stopped at a food store and picked up
something to eat later. As I reached in my handbag for some money, my
hand brushed the dildo. In my handbag I had a hard cock covered by a pair
of knickers. My own cock wasn't hard, but was also covered by a pair of
knickers. "Same time tomorrow morning?" she asked as we got back. I
stared at her. "Why not?" she asked. "After all you have told everyone
why you turned up in a dress today. They will think it strange if you
don't do the same tomorrow. They'll think you aren't really committed to
gender equality after all. Maybe they'll think there was another
explanation. They might ask me about it..." Her meaningful glance
persuaded me. Back in my room I reflected that the day hadn't gone badly
at all. And later I discovered that I could after all get an erection
while wearing knickers. But as I was still dressed like a sissy it was
appropriate for me to swallow cum.
And on Tuesday morning I was up early again. I was surprised to find that
I was actually looking forward to going to Uni in a skirt once more. As
we waked to Uni I explained to Helen that my aunt was coming to pick me
up on the Wednesday at 2pm. My parents were abroad for the summer and I
would be staying with my aunt until next term. "That's fine," said Helen.
"We'll sort you out in good time for her arrival." University activities
finished at lunchtime. Helen and I went to a restaurant for a nice lunch
and a glass or two of wine. As we walked slowly back home arm in arm, she
told me to come to the women's block at 6pm. "We'll give you a treat,"
she said. "Come wearing your red dress."
Once inside the women's block I removed the coat that had been covering
my revealing red dress. I was blindfolded again. I was guided to sit
down. Someone came and sat next to me. On my left. Very close. She took
my right hand and placed it on her knee. An arm reached round my waist
and pulled me closer still. Her nose nuzzled the side of my face. I
turned my head and our lips met. As I was blindfolded I could forget that
I was wearing a skirt and stockings myself. I could kiss and grope more
or less on autopilot. My hand stroked her stockinged knee. Her legs
parted. Permissively. Invitingly. My hand moved slowly further up her
skirt, my fingers gently stroking her nylon-covered leg. I found a taut
shiny area of nylon. Oh good. She's wearing sexy stockings. My fingers
found a suspender clasp. They moved slowly upwards, stroking the soft
flesh either side of her suspender. My finger-tips touched her knickers.
Then slowly moved sideways. Towards her sex...
I was amazed when my fingers touched a hard cock in her knickers. My own
cock started to stiffen. And as my fingers explored the tip of her cock,
her tongue pushed into my mouth. I realised what was required. I was
helped to my knees. Something touched my lips. My hands took hold of the
cock and drew back the foreskin. I licked the slightly salty exposed end.
I kissed it, then my lips closed around the bulbous end, my tongue
pleasuring it. More of the cock was pushed gently but insistently into my
mouth. I used my lips, tongue and (gently) my teeth to service the cock.
It wasn't cold, unyielding plastic like the dildo. This was warm
throbbing flesh. I was sucking a real cock. A sissy boy's cock. A cock
that a sissy boy had in his knickers.
Now I became fully aware of the situation. There were two sissy boys in
the room. Both wearing women's clothes. One sissy was sucking the other
sissy's cock. And all around were female spectators. I could hear some
"oohs" and gentle moans. Probably some of the girls were fingering
themselves as they watched...
I had one hand on the hard cock in my mouth and the other grasping the
hard cock in my knickers. Then the cock in my mouth jerked and spurted
into my mouth. The taste was by now familiar to me. But this was warm
fresh cum arriving directly into my mouth. Not being licked from my hand.
My lips and tongue kept working on the cock as it rapidly diminished in
size. I wanted to milk out every last drop. I was helped to my feet
again. Hands fondled my knickers. It felt as if several hands were
involved. My cock was very hard now. Almost ready to cum. My knickers
were pulled down. Moments later my own cock was being milked by what
seemed to me to be practised hands. Hands determined to extract all I had
in me. Then I was handed a glass. "Here you are, Sissy," said a voice.
"More sissy juice to drink." As I drank and then licked the glass my
knickers were pulled back up, my shrivelled cock being tucked away. Once
again I felt that more hands were involved in this activity than were
strictly necessary. The glass was taken from me and the blindfold was
removed.
Blinking a little as my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked round the
room. Many smiling faces. Most people wearing skirts, not jeans. Several
looking rather flushed with pleasure and/or excitement. But I couldn't
tell which of them had a cock. They all looked like more or less pretty
girls to me. I was the only one with a ridiculously short skirt showing
off my underwear. "Well, I hope you enjoyed that," said Helen. "We all
did. All that practice on the dildo paid off, didn't it?" I smiled
nervously, not knowing what to say. "OK dear," she went on. "Enjoy your
last night in your nightie. Tomorrow morning, wear your black dress. It
would look best if you wore black stockings with it. Make your face up
and wear your highest heels. Look as ladylike and pretty as you can.
We'll take a group photo as a memento for all of your brief time as a
girl. Come back here at 11 o'clock. Then there will be plenty of time for
us to sort you out before your aunt arrives to collect you. You have been
a very good sport, so we'd like to thank you for going along with our
plans, even though it all started by you spying on us."
She helped me on with my coat. I walked back to my room. What an eventful
evening it had been. I could hardly believe it all happened. And which of
the girls was really a sissy boy? And more questions came into my mind.
How had he got there? Was he already cross-dressed when he first arrived
at college? Or had he also been a "victim" of the occupants of the
women's block?
I finished off what little food was left in the fridge. I had an early
night. Once again there was no need to wank.
Louise
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