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By Peg Thebois
Story 1: Punishment
Eventually my wife would come to get me; she couldn't leave me out here
all night could she? I had already been standing on the lawn for the
whole day, so the night didn't seem entirely out of the realm of
possibility. Fortunately I hadn't had to poop all day, I wondered if
that had something to do with the military rations she had been feeding
me for the last several days.
Another group of pedestrians on the sidewalk, I wondered if they would
come over to take pictures with me as so many others had throughout the
day, I was a regular tourist trap in this neighbourhood. But no, these
ones simply pointed at me and laughed; hardly surprising, how many people
have ever seen a sight like me?
My breathing stuttered as the butt plug pressing against my prostate
began to vibrate again, I couldn't figure out if it was being remotely
triggered or if it was on some sort of timer. It stopped again after
what I think was about a minute, but it is hard to be objective in this
situation. Shortly thereafter I heard the front door close. 'Please God
let her be coming to let me out this time, not just change out my
catheter bag again.'
"Hello my sweet little Georgia peach," she called to me from the path to
the sidewalk.
"Why hello there Miss Daphne," I said with the false Southern accent she
had told me to use.
"And how are you doing this evening?"
"My back is hurting something fierce Miss Daphne. I would surely
appreciate if'n I could come inside."
She was standing by my head so I saw her nod in thought. "Let's see how
things are going." She opened up her phone to facebook. It appeared to
be a group, 'Georgia Peach in Delaware' How in the hell did this have
almost two hundred members? She opened up the photos section and the
sheer number of them astounded me. It started with the ones Daphne had
taken when she put me here. From the front, the wooden stocks with 'His
wife caught him cheating' painted above my face thick with makeup, and my
hair in rag curls. "372 likes" she analysed. Also more than 20 shares,
I noticed. The second picture was from the side and my enormous Southern
Belle dress was visible, light blue contrasting against the green hedge
behind me. "Another 114 likes, so 486."
She scrolled through picture after picture of people posing alongside me.
I remembered when that kid had lifted my hoopskirt and photographed my
pettipants. "Wow, your butt looks huge in those, but it is probably the
diaper that kept things clean." By then end she had totalled more than
2,000 likes on the various pictures. "I suppose you can come in now, but
don't ever cheat on me again."
"Thank you Mistress." I dropped the fake accent. "But I promise I
didn't mean to draw an extra scrabble tile."
Chapter 2: The Deal
Craig felt like he had been shot between the eyes, between the pain and
the huge gaps in his memory of what he presumed was the day before. He
tried to sit up but his body lay there like concrete. Think back, what
had happened? He'd had a talk with his roommate... Oh yeah, about the
computer.
Craig had borrowed Louis' computer, he wouldn't mind; Craig just had to
look something up quickly. Afterward he got curious and poked around the
files, namely picture and video files. That was what he had brought up
to Louis, the multitude of weird porn, men in dresses sexually servicing
other men. "This is fucking weird, is that the kind of sex you want?
Maybe I should give it to you, let you see what it is like. That is
unless you want me to tell people what you get off to."
Then Craig remembered work, he hadn't really thought about the
conversation until he got home, there was a glass of wine on the counter
and a note that read, "to get you in the right mood." Had they actually
done anything? He tried to remember, he tried to picture Louis looking
up at him from his knees but it just wouldn't come to him.
The door opened and Craig tried to turn his head but his body was still
idling, not ready to move yet. Louis' face floated over him, if they had
done anything the night before Louis was all cleaned up now. "You doing
okay today?" he asked Craig. "Let me help you sit up."
The whole world seemed to spin head over toes and once he was sitting
Craig's head flopped forward and everything went pink. Well not quite
everything, he could see his bedsheets and his arms and legs but aside
from that everything was shiny pink fabric wrapped around Crag's torso.
Pink with white lace and a short flared skirt. There was even a little
white apron over his lap and out of the corner of his eye he could see
huge swollen puffy sleeves. This wasn't right, why was he dressed like a
girl? As his brain bobbed and floated in his skull he became aware of a
strange smell, he'd shared a bathroom with women before so the smell of
cosmetics wasn't totally foreign to him.
"I hope my little surprise wasn't too strong for you, but I thought you
might get cold feet while Melly was getting you ready." Melly? Melissa
the hottie across the hall? Had she seen Craig dressed like this?
Probably she had been the one to do his makeup.
"I've always dreamed of having my own sissy bitch to service my cock, but
I never imagined someone like you would just volunteer. Now let's get
you cleaned up and cleaned out, I think we need to do some online
shopping, unless you want to see if social media thinks this one dress is
pretty enough that you don't need more."
Story 3: The Resort
The long concrete hallway was a bit chilly, I wished I still had my
clothes but all my luggage was taken to the hotel, and policy demanded
that include the clothes I arrived in. The hallway was slanted slightly
downward and a handrail ran along the wall.
"Please hold the handrail for safety," a synthesized female voice said
over a speaker I couldn't quite locate. I wondered, did women who came
here get a male voice? I didn't think the slope was severe enough to
warrant it but I complied. A few feet down the corridor a yellow line
was painted across the floor. The synthetic woman's voice returned.
"When you cross this line the lights will extinguish, do not be
concerned, please proceed to the end of the hallway."
I supposed the handrail made sense to ensure I walked straight but why
did the corridor have to be darkened anyway. As I walked I could feel my
balance shift a couple times, as though the floor was not quite level. I
heard the voice in the darkness. "You are undergoing changes as we
speak. Do not be concerned, these changes will last only as long as you
remain here."
"Changes, what sort of changes?" I said outloud, unsure if there was a
microphone to hear me. There was no response; the voice was probably just
a recording set to say various things at certain points along the
corridor. Finally I reached the end of the handrail.
"Take three steps forward and turn to face the red light," she said, this
was all getting weirder. After all this the resort had better live up to
the reputation it had for the most beautiful place on earth. When I
turned to my right I could see a small red light in front of me, not
illuminating anything, just enough to be seen. And then the lights
returned, dim enough to not be painful but it certainly allowed me to
see. What the fuck?!
I started and hid my crotch at seeing a woman in front of me. She did
the same since she was naked too. It first struck me as odd that she
didn't cover her breasts at all, both hands went to her crotch, then I
felt a strange sensation of something brushing my chest. Looking down I
saw the unthinkable, those were breasts being framed by my arms. Looking
back up I realized the woman was a mirror, that was me!
My hair was long and bright red, the sort of colour that has to be
artificial, and everything about this female body was flawless. My face
was beautiful, my breasts full, legs shapely and I cautiously moved my
hands, well that part looked perfect too.
"Please, proceed to our sample shop and select a complementary swimsuit.
We have styles to suit every sense of modesty from Burkini to g-string,
and an assortment of robes, shawls, or sarongs. Welcome to Baia da
Beleza, please enjoy your stay Ma'am."
Story 4: The School Knows
Professor Longbottom closed the door to his office. "Have a seat,
Whitcombe." As I sat down I found a tray on his desk in front of me with
a small stack of biscuits and a goblet of pumpkin juice. Still nervous I
sipped it, disregarding the biscuits for a moment aside from checking to
make sure there wasn't anything like whatever passed for a Jammie dodger
at Hogwarts.
The Professor took his own seat across the desk and folded his hands in
his lap. "So tell me, what happened?"
This was horrible; called before my head of house after less than a
fortnight. "I didn't mean any harm by it Professor, one of the older
boys dared me to climb the staircase. I wasn't trying to go into their
dormitory or anything. Just climb up the stairs a little way."
"One of the older boys? I'm guessing that would be Fred Weasley; a bit
too much of his father in that boy." I just nodded, unsure who Fred's
father was. "I know you didn't mean any harm. But the question remains
how you got that high."
"Sir?"
"There is a very old charm on that staircase. If a boy steps above the
fifth step the whole staircase turns into a slide to prevent him from
climbing any further."
"But I was definitely more than five steps up."
Professor Longbottom raised a hand to stroke his chin. "That you were.
So the question of how you got up that far without triggering the Glisseo
charm remains."
"Is the charm gone maybe?"
Professor Longbottom shook his head. "That spell was cast by Rowena
Ravenclaw herself. I don't think it would suddenly just wear off. So
tell me, before you came to Hogwarts did you have many friends?"
"Not really many, just a couple, Gabby and Lisa."
"Did you have any guy friends?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"Well, I guess the boys weren't into the same things I was."
The Professor nodded. "I think I see. Do you remember when the Deputy
Headmaster told you about the sorting hat?"
I scratched my head. "Yes sir, what does that have to do with the
stairs?"
"Did he tell you how the hat knows which house to put a student in?"
"Not exactly, he told us the hat just knew because it could tell
everything about you and was never wrong."
"Well the same way the sorting hat knew that you belonged in Gryffindor
the school itself knows your true heart. If the school let you up those
steps then maybe you need to consider whether or not you are a boy after
all."
"I wasn't sure then what Professor Longbottom meant but as you can see I
certainly don't look like a boy now do I? You need to ask yourself that
same question now. The archway in Ravenclaw tower works the same as our
staircase. It just knows which Dormitory to lead to when you walk
through. And the school always knows best."
Story 5: The Video
Sarah was unsure about this link but was intrigued that the subject line
mentioned her real name, not the false name that was listed for her e-
mail address, after her virus protection detected no threat from the link
she clicked and the video started with two people in full football
uniform, including pads and helmets. It was obvious from their builds
that they were women but their pants were tenting heavily.
The camera followed them to another girl on her knees, this one dressed
in a pink and white cheerleader outfit with matching hairbows tying off
her blonde pigtails. The camera panned around to the front and Sarah
felt like she had been slapped, this cheerleader was no girl. Despite
the flawless makeup in mostly pinks to match the uniform, Sarah could
tell, not only was this a guy, but she recognized the guy. The face was
a touch thinner so this was probably a few years ago, but this was
definitely her boyfriend Dan; why was Dan dressed like a girl though?
He hesitated a moment before untying the strings at the front of one of
the football girls' pants and pulled them down, revealing that what had
been tenting them was a large, anatomically correct dildo in a strap-on
harness. She paused the video. It was obvious what was about to happen.
She didn't want to see this, why had someone sent her this video?
Unfortunately the frame that it had paused on was a close-up of Dan's
face, that was definitely a look of apprehension, but was it real or
acted? She felt apprehensive herself, she didn't really want to see the
rest, it was obvious what the set-up was.
Two "football players" and one "cheerleader", that meant a little game of
Piggie in the Middle; both women had the same sorts of bulges in their
pants, no reason to conclude the other woman had anything different going
on. But despite her apprehension there was a small part of her that felt
a need to see this through. Giving in to that desire she tapped the
space bar. The football player grabbed Dan by the pigtails and jerked
him forward causing his to fall onto all fours, he tried to turn his
head away but with her hold on his hair she maneuvered his mouth onto the
thick rubber sprouting from her groin. The camera circled around behind
the cheerleader and any doubt Sarah had regarding the identity of the man
in a skirt disappeared as the camera showed an upskirt view of the bent
over ass and she recognized a sizable freckle just to the right of the
seam of his scrotum.
Why did this video exist, and why had someone felt it was so important
that she see it? And even more curious, why was it kind of turning her
on watching these two women dressed as men grunt and talk dirty as they
treated her boyfriend like a cheerleader slut between their mighty cocks?
Story 6: In Hiding
Morgan was at peace. He had spent the entire past month anticipating the
opportunity to do this and now he'd had the chance. The crinoline lining
of the formal gown he was wearing whispered against his pantyhose as he
swayed gently back and forth. The dress was a thrift store find that
Morgan had smuggled into the house and hidden away, directly under the
watchful eyes of his father.
Shawn was troubled, glaring at the bedroom door that he had just
reinstalled the previous afternoon. He would rather have left it gone so
that he could keep a steady eye on the boy but his wife had insisted. It
had been off for a month and the boy hadn't done anything he wasn't
supposed to. Of course he hadn't, that was the purpose of taking away
the door, with no way to hide what he was doing the boy had no choice but
to behave properly.
Surely the boy couldn't already be upto something, not mere hours after
secrecy had been restored. Of course he could, and don't call me
Shirley. Shawn almost chuckled remembering that movie from his youth.
Despite his certainty that the boy was upto something he had no proof.
Cynthia had checked all of her things and assured him she was one hundred
percent certain that nothing was missing.
What had the boy been thinking dressing up in her clothes anyway? Damn
it, he was getting mad just thinking about it. He'd named the boy for a
horse, it was a strong name; why did he have to be such a Goddamn pansy?
It sure didn't come from Shawn, had he allowed Cynthia to mother the boy
too much when he was growing up? Too much handholding, oh are you scared
to do that, let me just do it for you. Shawn would have liked to raise
the boy properly, back on the farm. He'd been half the boys age when he
left the gate open and the dog got hit across the back end. It'd been
his fault so when he came home from school it'd been upto him to put the
old girl down. That was responsibility, that was how you raised a man.
Cynthia called to them both that dinner was ready. Shawn paused at the
bottom of the stairs, the boy wasn't coming out yet. He must have been
in the middle of his fruity little game and had to hide it. If Shawn
moved fast he could catch the boy. He'd have him under watch till he
graduated.
Moving up the stairs quickly Shawn didn't even knock and threw the door
open. Right in front of him he registered the elaborate dress on the boy
even before he registered the four feet of air under his feet and the
orange extension cord tied into a noose around his neck. His body still
swayed gently as the cord shifted.
"Colt..." Shawn gasped in shock.
There was no Colt, Morgan was at peace.
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