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Femboy Funtime 1: Luke Myers free porn video
Look, I run a business, alright. Everyone needs to make a living, and I
make mine. Sure, some people shit on the e-girl lifestyle, I get it.
They're uncomfortable with video games, uncomfortable with promiscuity,
and they're stuck in a backwards mindset of what constitutes real work
and what doesn't. But what they don't realize, is that I make more in 3
months than they do in a year, and a girl has to pay for college somehow,
right? The thing is, streaming the standard stuff can only earn you so
much when you have to share with the platform, and even when you start to
get into the nudity game you have to be the best to compete with free
stuff. Sure, I could sell my body, and there's no shame to the women that
do. But it's so much more fun to sell others' instead.
See, I'm a big believer in consent. Consent is important. I would never
violate such a fundamental principle that I hold very close to my heart,
especially as a smaller female. I guess the trouble arises when some of
the college boys forget such a basic idea and hurt someone because those
horny bastards wanted to get their rocks off. There is something
absolutely sick in the male psyche, especially at this age, and despite
the university's insistence that they are doing something about it, they
never do. It happens over and over and over again and nobody ever gets
booked. The ones that do get in trouble get little more than a slap on
the wrist while the poor girls they violated are forced to experience
their presence in the background for the entire rest of their college
careers, else transfer or drop out.
And there is one big problem: evidence. Most girls don't have it or don't
get it in time, and consequently can't prove a thing. And these awful
boys walk. Over, and over, and over again.
So that's where I come in. My line of work is streaming, mostly
collecting subscriptions and donations from hopeless guys who like to
watch a pretty girl play a video game for a while, but when I can I'm
also open to some less, um, 'standard' programming. I personally always
keep my clothes on - I have plenty of respect for sex workers and women
who will strip on cam, but it's not for me. When my audience tunes in for
a different kind of stream, they get to watch me turn a previously
unwitting boy into a very pretty little girl, and the money just rolls.
The viewers don't know where these boys come from: that girls who have
been hurt by awful men who got away with it send me tips, and I take up
cases knowing I get to make some money and punish these guys to make the
world a better place too.
The game is simple. I invite the horny rapist boy to my apartment, to
help me out, or chill, or other entirely kosher activities. The cameras
start rolling as soon as he arrives; there are a few hidden throughout
the apartment, and in the bedroom, the stream is set up and ready to go.
In no time at all he tries to make a move and I make it clear that we're
not here to fuck, despite what his dick is telling him.
Now, any man with a fraction of decency would back down at this point,
but the kinds of men sent my way don't fall into that category. They've
already taken what they wanted without consent before, and they're
willing to do it again.
Then it's lights, camera, action. One misstep, one incriminating
statement or action later and the alarm bells ring, two big ole kind man
friends of mine enter the room and get between me and the man who now has
veritable evidence against him for attempted rape. Easy.
But college boy can't have his life ruined! There must be another way!
And oh, there is: all they have to do is everything I say for the next
couple hours or so, and the evidence vanishes. That's the Susie Stapleton
promise. Every boy with half a brain takes my little agreement, and then
the show begins. Start up the stream, it's Femboy funtime!
Not long ago I got a tip about Luke Myers. Luke looked like my favorite
kind of boy to work with: not too tall, fairly soft facial features and
thin frame. Not overly masculine, but still boyish enough to embarrass.
He was a freshman, hardly 19, and pledging a frat, which was pretty
common in my business. Luke had built up a bit of a bad habit with his
newfound fraternity confidence: serial ass grabbing. Every party he'd
comb the scene and as he moved through the crowd, take in his hand every
girl's ass he passed. He probably thought it was subtle. It wasn't. That
was a dick move, and I got multiple requests from girls to take him in,
but that wasn't really enough. What was enough was when he decided he
could reach his hand INTO one girl's pants and give a squeeze while she
was coming out of the bathroom. That god damned pig. She yelled at him,
but knowing Luke no one at that party bothered to make it a problem for
him. No consequences came from it - with only her word speaking for her
case and rapid denials from both Luke and his frat Rho Sig against it,
the matter was dropped. I found this deeply unacceptable.
My usual MO is some kind of DM to get a guy's attention, but for Luke I
thought it would be better to catch him in his natural environment. Then
I could ensure he didn't have a car with him later, too.
Being an attractive woman has its perks. One of them is easy access to
frat parties, not that I'd ever go for my own pleasure. But Rho Sig was
easy to enter and once I got there, I made sure to make eye contact with
Luke from across the room. He was boisterous and rowdy, even after only
one drink, and was surely telling some tale to a few girls which he found
incredible and they found unimpressive. He didn't recognize me. I was a
new butt for him to grab and like a shark he slowly began his approach. I
wore my tightest black leather-shine pants, hardly more than leggings,
just waiting for him to strike. I pretended to lose sight of him, and
finally felt what I was expecting.
As his hand swiped across my butt I did the unexpected and grabbed it. He
tried to pull away quickly, until he realized I wasn't swatting him away
but rather holding him there. I turned to the young fellow and as my eyes
met his I saw a wry smile creep across his face.
Hook, line, and sinker.
"So...you want to come back to my apartment and help me stand up my
bookshelf? It fell and I need a strong man to help me."
I rarely saw so much enthusiasm in any boy before. I was a solid 2 years
his senior and would be by far the best catch of his career if it were
for real. His posture just oozed the way he would tell of the score with
his friends later, like a fisherman recounting the great white shark he
landed with only a small rod and rowboat. His confidence was through the
roof.
I couldn't wait to destroy it.
We walked for about 20 minutes before reaching my apartment. I let him
hold my hand and guide me from way to close behind on our way up. More
than once I felt the eager erection poking against my tight pants. Gross,
but even more worth it in the end. He wasn't that big.
As I walked down the hall to my room, my covert bodyguards took notice (I
told them I would be coming around then) and prepared for their entrance.
They weren't really bodyguards, just a couple guys I knew from high
school who lived in the same building. I trusted them, and they were each
bigger than any dude I'd ever bring home, so having them to make sure I
didn't get hurt was honestly a blessing. No one ever turned violent when
they knew I had backup. The cameras helped with that too.
I took Luke inside and entered the main kitchen and living room area of
my single bedroom apartment. Lo and behold, I had toppled my tiny 2-level
bookshelf and some scattered books were strewn across the floor. I
pointed it out.
"There, can you help me with that?" I asked, clasping my hands and
looking at him doe-eyed.
"Of course!" he answered, barely containing himself. It took him just a
second to rearrange things and then he asked "is there anything else I
can help you with?" with a wink.
My mood turned. "No, just the shelf, thank you!" This was his out. His
fate depended on the next decisions he made.
"I think I have an idea," he said, approaching me and taking my hand into
his. He leaned down slightly and kissed me on the cheek, even as I turned
away.
"I'm not gonna have sex with you," I said plainly. He didn't get the
memo.
"I didn't walk all this way for just a kiss, Susie."
His hands reached for my waistband. "Stop," I said directly.
"Come on, it'll be quick babe," he said as he pulled down the elastic
pants, revealing my purple cotton panties underneath.
"Alexa, we got him!" I shouted. Instantly the lights in the apartment
dimmed and the LED wall and ceiling lights began to flash like a slot
machine which struck a jackpot. I had in mind something like cash-cab,
where the passengers suddenly realize they are on a game show. His show
was a bit similar, although with much higher stakes. Instantly, my two
gentleman bodyguards entered the room, blocking the exit and pulling him
away from me. As I regained my composure, I turned our attention to the
main room television.
I had programmed the amazon echo to playback the last few seconds of the
hidden camera on the command which I had given. There on the screen was
incontrovertible evidence of Luke Myers attempting to sexually assault
me. Of course, I wasn't in real danger, but his actions were undeniable,
and would be a smoking gun to the cops. I honestly don't know if the
evidence was admissible or not, but it didn't matter. Luke believed it
would be.
Luke fell to his knees as the two gentlemen dropped him. Realizing the
gravity of consequences he would face, he immediately began groveling for
forgiveness and that I wouldn't do anything with that footage.
"Well Luke" I began, calm and collected as ever. "It seems like you don't
quite understand the idea of consent, do you? I take issue with that," I
scolded.
I continued my attack. "You're a criminal, Luke. You were before you came
here, and you are now, only this time I have proof. I wonder what the
frat guys would think knowing that their new pledge got arrested for
attempted rape. They might have something to say."
"Luckily, however, I am forgiving, and if you consent to what I tell you
to do for the next hour or two, it's possible that that footage gets
deleted and never sees the light of day. I can't make you any promises,
after all, consent cannot be given under coercion or duress, and quid pro
quo would be just that. See what I'm saying?"
Luke nodded nervously.
"But maybe I'd be a bit kinder if you joined my stream for a little
while. Do you consent?"
He nodded again; if he had attempted to speak, his voice would have
trembled.
"Don't be afraid Luke, it will be so much fun! And remember, consent can
be withdrawn at any time! I'm not holding you against your will and
you're free to participate for as little or as long as you want, but it
would make me sooooo happy if you stayed for the whole thing!"
He knew what that meant. Reluctantly he was able to stammer out an, "Ok,"
and I guided him gently into the bedroom.
The main camera was set up facing the bed from the foot side, so we were
able to sit next to each other at the end and look at the laptop monitor
revealing the hundreds of viewers who'd been notified of the stream
beginning when I said the magic words earlier.
I hit record and we began.
"Hi everyone, glad you all could make it for another Femboy Funtime!
Today we're going to see what we can do with Luke here, or should I say
Lucy! Say hi Luke!"
He was mortified. I made it so clear he had a choice, and yet somehow he
also had no choice at all. He waved nervously for his introduction.
"Luke here has volunteered for today's episode and I am so excited to
have him, he is truly a specimen. 19 years old, excellent features, and
should be very instructive for all of the viewers out there. First, I
have to verify though: Luke, do you consent to what we are doing today?
We can begin your makeover when, and only when, you give a fully
affirmative 'yes'."
Luke considered his options hard, one final time. He could leave, dignity
and body intact, and take his chances with the law, or he could trust my
tenuous word and go along with this in hopes of it never reaching the
surface.
The calculus wasn't hard. If that video got out it would make the news,
and even if he wasn't indicted he'd be a pariah instantly. His own mother
would disown him for those actions. The gamble on the stream, however
terrifying, was the only option.
"Yes," he said, again nervously and not facing the camera.
"That won't do Luke, say it right into the camera!" I coaxed.
"Yes" he said again, slightly louder and facing the camera this time, his
pale young face turning red from embarrassment and the beginnings of
tears.
"Awesome!" I exclaimed. "We'll be right back in just a few minutes to get
started, but first, Luke, we're going to be giving you quite a few new
items to wear today, and they aren't cheap. While the viewers will
supplement some of the cost, I'll offer to buy the clothes you are
currently wearing from you to offset the rest. This is a great deal since
your outfit surely isn't very new, and the value you get back is far
greater. Do you accept?"
"Do I have another option?" he asked, defeatedly.
"Well, it's part of the show," I replied, which was a non-answer but
compelling nonetheless.
"Ok I guess," were his last words before I interrupted.
"Great! We'll get Luke ready for just a few minutes and be right back!
You won't want to miss this!" I said in my best TV announcer voice. The
first donations began to trickle in as the cameras cut and showtime
began.
As the red light turned off, I ordered Luke to strip everything but his
underwear. He complied cautiously, and I tossed the garments outside the
room for my lovely guardsmen to pick up and dispose of, since I had
purchased them from Luke and they were now mine to destroy.
He was hoping more than anything to get naked in this very bedroom only
minutes earlier. Now he was dreading the feeling.
"Go into the bathroom and shave all of your body hair - legs, arms, pits,
crotch, everything but your eyebrows and head. Be quick about it, but
don't cut yourself. Trust me, you don't want me to have to come and help
you."
Luke went into autopilot. Like a lobotomized psych patient he performed
the actions I told him automatically and without thought or resistance.
Forcing himself to zone out meant he could avoid actually processing his
predicament and actions and save himself some trauma. The 19-year-old
returned to the bed smooth as silk.
I finally got to begin the proper femizination, and the best way
possible. I went to the drawer and picked out a pair of white cotton
panties sotted with little pink flowers and pink trim. He watched in
horror as I approached him with the garment and instructed him to remove
his underwear, which I threw out of the room with his other clothes, and
told him to tape back his unit so it wouldn't fall out. A few strips of
special medical tape did the trick, after I showed him how to push his
balls back up into his abdomen. Just like that, he was almost as smooth
as a born woman, and I slid the panties up his porcelain skin like he was
no different from a slightly tall girl his age. He crossed his arms from
the cold feeling of newly shaven skin.
I turned the cameras back on and announced we were back. I'd already
earned $100 and the magic had hardly even begun. Part of the profit went
to the boys outside, and part to clothing costs and other expenses like
taxes (I run an unusual business, but that doesn't mean I cheat!) but we
were already looking at a lucrative night.
Luke Myers, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.
"Well everyone, as usual I'll be guiding you through the process of
feminizing this little man into a tantalizing sissy, and along the way
we'll be going through all the tips and tricks for you to use on the men
in your own lives. Today will be an episode I've been planning for a long
time, and Luke is the perfect candidate:
He's going to become a bunny girl for us."
He shuddered but remained silent. I pulled a blanket off of the top layer
of the bed to reveal the spread I had set up earlier, a whole lineup of
clothing and makeup carefully chosen just for him.
"Remember everyone, the stream is not recorded, so get your friends to
watch right now before it's over, you won't have another chance!"
This sentence actually gave Luke a bit of relief. The only people who
would see this were the ones tuned in right now, it couldn't get out
later if I weren't actually recording. Maybe that meant he could actually
trust me to get rid of his incriminating evidence as well.
"To start, Luke is going to put on these fishnets." I dangled the lacy
nylon thing up in the air, which all clumped up was hardly recognizable
as clothing.
"Now fishnets like these are trickier than regular tights or stockings
since there are so many places to snag your toe, so for the boys on
stream and Luke, watch carefully."
I laid the garment down making the legs more obvious, then carefully
rolled up the first leg as I would a normal pair of tights. I gently
coaxed Luke's bare foot into the first one, and careful not to get
anything caught or snagged, I rolled up the first leg up to his thigh.
The second leg followed, and once it too was up on his freshly shaven
legs he was able to pull the waistband over his hips and the garment was
secure. The holes were about the size of a quarter, which in my opinion
was the best size for trading off sex appeal and obviousness.
"Now for the ladies watching, you certainly know what order to assemble
an outfit for yourself, but you have to remember that femizination has
different goals than just putting on the outfit. We want him to feel
extra girly, all the way through, and so next we're going to do heels."
The shoes I selected were basic shiny black 5-inch pumps with a pointed
toe and red interior, which vanished as I slipped the size 11's onto his
feet. He didn't resist.
"Now stand up and show the crowd your new footwear!"
Luke attempted to balance on the narrow heels but quickly fell back onto
the bed. After I looked at him, silently commanding to try again, he was
able to get on his feet and take a step forward and back. At this stage,
he was wearing only panties, fishnets, and heels. His tucked-back penis
was beginning to show signs of erection- nothing to create a bulge, but a
little bit of pressure on the underside of the panties. The fishnets
didn't do as much as tights would to help contain it, but with the tape
in place it was well taken care of.
"Now ladies, no girl would wear a bra with the outfit I have for Luke,
but I'm going to insist he wears one for two reasons: first, he needs a
little chest and the padding will help, and second, he doesn't have to
look perfect as long as he looks feminine. We can't forget our real goals
here!"
The bra was pure white with lace edging, and as I wrapped it around
Luke's chest I realized just how silent he had been since the cameras
started rolling again. I took a quick glance at the chat and noticed this
episode was landing, and hard. I was up to $250 with far longer to go,
and Luke was proving to be a crowd favorite guest.
"I think you've finally become girly enough to start calling you Lucy!" I
said with cheer. "Say hi to Lucy!" I said into the camera, and the
comments erupted with compliments and jeers alike.
Finally, it was time for the bodysuit. It was a black cotton-latex blend,
not quite as shiny as the shoes but still with a little shine to it, and
soft enough to wear comfortably. The bottom of the garment barely covered
Luke's panties and left the lion's share of his ass still visible as it
hugged only the bikini line of his cheeks, connecting up his torso to
long sleeves at the shoulders. The chest was low cut which would normally
reveal a good bit of cleavage, but for Luke who didn't have normal boobs
it showed off a bright flash of white lace and a bit of chest that the
padding lent him. The garment was mostly backless, showing his bra strap
connecting below the shoulder blades. Normally a woman would just wear it
backless, but leaving Lucy without a bra just felt incomplete, to put it
one way.
Perhaps the coup de grace was a bright white baseball-sized cotton ball
attached at the tailbone: a little poofy cottontail to remind everyone of
the bunny he was becoming.
Fitting, for an ass man. He could never have resisted this outfit on a
college girl, and now he was the one putting it on instead.
A few more accessories completed the assembly. A pair of tall black lace
bunny ears ensured the outfit was recognizable, and a black leather
choker with a metal heart connecting the strap at the center sealed the
deal.
Lucy looked like exactly what he was: a boy in a bunny costume. It was
perfect.
"Alright chat, this is the outfit, but you know we aren't done! How does
he look so far?"
The chat lit up with donations once more. This was, to be fair, the most
promiscuous outfit I had tried yet; some of my earlier participants got
off easier with basic dresses and makeup. Luke's treatment was a new
standard for me to match in the future.
I turned next to Luke. "Now, remember I want only willing participants on
my show Lucy, so let me verify, do you want to continue?"
"Yes," he said, fairly gruffly.
"That doesn't sound like the voice of a 'Lucy' to me," I accused. "Try
that again."
Luke cleared his throat. "Yes," he said again, in a forced falsetto. It
wasn't compelling, but it was demure, and that was just as much of a win.
"Great! We'll do your nails first since they will have to dry. Place your
hands on the table here," I said as I brought out a small flat surface to
work on. I moved one of the side cameras into a new position overhead, so
the viewers could see just what I was doing with his hands.
I pulled out a bottle of pure white nail polish and began coating each of
Luke's not particularly well-groomed nails. After a few coats, they were
an opaque bright white, contrasting his black outfit and sticking out
wherever he put them.
"Now keep those hands still while I work on your face - we can't have
anything smudging!"
Lucy obeyed. His hands sat daintily on his fishnetted lap while I got to
work on his makeup.
A basic foundation covered his minor facial imperfections and gave me a
canvas to work with, on which I painted my masterpiece. Some bright pink
blush across his cheeks gave a familiar e-girl glow the boys loved, and
solid black liquid eyeliner pulled into a thick wing lent a cat-like
appearance. With the same eyeliner pen, I drew some tiny whiskers over
the blush on his cheeks, and with a bright highlighter, brushed the tip
of his nose to create an almost luminescent bunny nose, outlined in white
eyeliner.
Lucy needed lashes, and big ones. For that job I turned to my favorite
volumizing mascara, and coated a generous few layers onto his eyelashes
until they were long and thick and heavy. On the lids, I drew silvery-
grey shimmer eyeshadow into a sexy smokey look. Lucy's face began to
emerge from Luke's.
His lips would seal the deal. After careful consideration, I decided a
bright lipstick might be too much, but a light pink shimmery gloss would
be both alluring and not distracting form the rest of his face. I looked
his straight into the scared and worried eyes as I drew the pink doe-foot
wand from its container with a slight *pop* as it exited the tube - the
true sound of Excalibur escaping the stone.
"Open up just a little bit," I requested and Lucy complied, creating a
small gap between her supple lips that I lightly glossed with the
applicator. When I finished, he instinctively pressed his lips together,
completing and revealing their new shiny form.
He needed just one more thing. I had left his hair intact because it was
a reminder to him and everyone that no matter what he put on and how much
makeup he wore, he was a boy. It was more humiliating that way, but now
he finally earned the wig I had selected. It was a long, mid-back length
straight silver-grey item which secured over his existing short hair and
completed the look. I reattached his bunny ear headband, made some final
adjustments, and revealed my final product to the camera.
Lucy stood up in her tiny outfit and I made him twirl for the camera like
the sissy he was. Uneasy in his stilettos, the fishnets betrayed his
perfectly smooth body through the holes, and he frequently reached down
with his bright white painted fingernails to adjust them. With each small
motion his cottontail bounced slightly up and down, as did the wire and
lace bunny ears and the ends of his long hair from the wig. You could
only tell his face was a man's if you had known from the beginning - a
random passerby would see nothing but a tall, sexy, promiscuous woman who
the worst kind of boy would say is 'asking for it'.
After a few minutes of posing for the camera, I revealed my last trick.
"There's just one more thing to do, Lucy," I said.
"Once you've been on Femboy Funtime, your time ends without even a
recording. But I think you need a mark, some kind of permanent sign that
you were mine for the hour."
The tattoo gun came from a drawer by the bedside.
"If you agree, Luke, you'll have successfully completed the stream. No
one will ever know you were here, that is, unless they were watching or
recognize the symbol."
At this point, how could he say no? To give up now would be the worst
possible outcome; he'd have endured the humiliation for nothing. Luke
nodded his consent.
My symbol was a venn diagram of two small overlapping hearts, just under
the left ear. It hurt, but not the worst and it was small. It was mostly
inconspicuous under longer hair, but clearly visible with shorter hair
like his if you were to look from the side. Mostly, he could try to
explain it away however he wanted, that wasn't my business. But some
people would recognize it, both viewers and my former participants, and
that was enough for my satisfaction. He was a new member of a budding and
growing sissy sisterhood of my femboys, and that membership and mark
would always be a part of him.
Luke admirably didn't wince as I inked my mark onto his skin.
We ended the stream with a farewell and a wave before I reminded everyone
to watch their phones for alerts to the next femboy funtime, as well as a
reminder to watch my normal e-girl gaming streams too.
For Luke's participation, I let him watch me delete his evidence as a
gesture of paying his dues. Like I said, I don't know if it was even
admissible anyway. I got my prize, and made bank for it, which was enough
to hopefully set him on a better track too.
I told Lucy she was free to leave and he began to get undressed. That's
when I dropped my last killer comment of the night.
"You can get undressed, but you sold me your clothes. Unless you plan to
walk away stark naked, those are all you have, and public nudity isn't
exactly well tolerated on campus, which you'll need to walk through to
get back to your place."
Luke was without a ride, and without any male clothes. He considered
taking off the makeup and just wearing the clothes home, but that was in
fact the worst idea: it was sure to out him as a boy in a bunny costume
and panties on the walk. He was better off trying to stay passable until
reaching his apartment. However he got there, it wasn't my problem.
Luke left and I watched out my window as he struggled to decide whether
heels or bare feet would be better to walk in. He'd probably get some cat
calls along the way too from other gross boys like him. Maybe he'd
actually learn something.
Total revenue from the night: $3500. A surge of donations came in as the
final product was revealed, as usual. It was more than enough to offset
the cost of the clothes I so generously gifted to Lucy, and my bodyguard
friends each got a nice cut as well. What can I say? A girl has to make a
living! I just happen to be a lucky one who loves what I do.
With this episode, the stream demonstrated its potential. Femboy funtime
might not just be a side gig anymore; today proved it could be a whole
hustle, at least if I could do it right.
I got my next promising tip a few days later. It would be harder to
execute, but I fell in love with the idea instantly as I read it. Next
time, I would be feminizing twins.
Jerri
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