Artists Rendition

by Karen Flynn
Sonofak@aol.com

 

Chapter 1 : the artist

 

He was sitting over at the raised tables. I noticed that he kept looking at me and then back at the pad of paper he was working on. I wondered whether he was writing or drawing and why did he keep looking at me. Eventually I could stand it no longer and had to go see what he was doing.

The Courtyard is an outdoor bar with a raised area on both ends and a large central patio that also serves as a dance floor.

I made my way through the happy hour drunks on the dance floor and climbed the steps near the fountain. Seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was walking up to him, he kept looking at me and back at the pad that he kept writing on.

He finally took notice of what was happening when I walked right up to the other side of the small round table and sat down.

"Hi my name is Kevin, "I said and extended my hand to shake his. At first he was at a loss on how to proceed.

Finally he nervously said, "My name is Marcus." and shook my hand.

Setting my drink down I said, "Every time I come here for happy hour on Friday you’re sitting here at this same table writing in your book. I notice that you look at me a lot. Naturally I was very curious to see what you write."

It looked as though he was blushing as he said, "I am an artist of sorts. I write what could be termed a comic book but it’s more of an on going soap opera. I come here to get ideas and sketch people, that way when I need a new character or want a different angle on one I can consult these sketch pads."

I was intrigued and immediately several thoughts popped into my head, "Am I the subject of some of your drawings?" Looking down at what I now knew was a sketchpad I saw that he was blushing.

Looking back up but not meeting my eyes he hesitantly said, "Well, Yes kind of."

Taking the bait I asked, "Kind of?"

Turning the sketchpad he laid it on the table in front of me. I must have looked confused because where I was expecting to see a picture of myself there was the picture of a pretty girl. She was drawn from the waist up and looked somehow familiar.

Looking from the sketch pad up to a mischievous look on Marcus’s face I asked, "I thought you were drawing me?"

Marcus replied, "That is you, or should I say my rendition of you as a girl."

Looking back down I could now see some of my features on the drawing. She had long dark hair combed out and curled under slightly where mine was tied back in a pony tail. Her lips seemed a little fuller than mine but on closer inspection that may have been because he had drawn them with what must have been dark lipstick. She had heavy eye makeup and small but pert breasts that may not have been too far off the mark as I am a little heavy in the chest area. She had smooth facial skin where I tried to keep a constant five o’clock shadow. She was wearing what I guessed to be a floral dress with a low cut neckline.

The more I looked, the more I could see myself in her. I could not take my eyes off the picture. The girl in the picture seemed so alive, so perfect, and so right. Looking at the picture was almost like some strange form of déjà vu. I was surprised to realize that looking at myself as a girl was causing me to get aroused. I could not believe I was getting turned on by a picture of myself as a pretty girl.

Tearing my eyes away from the picture, I looked up to see Marcus gazing intently at me, I asked, "Why would you want to draw me as a girl?"

Marcus replied, "That’s kind of difficult to answer. It’s what I see when I look at you. A minds eye type of thing, maybe it’s the inner you. Are you a cross dresser? Do you wish you were born a girl?"

Even though I had wondered what it might be like to be a girl once or twice I responded, "No."

Marcus smiled and said, "Don’t take it personal I do this all the time, Take for instance the girl standing at the table right behind you."

I turned around and looked at this attractive girl with short blond hair. When I turned back to Marcus he picked up the sketchpad and flipped it back one page. The drawing looked startlingly like the blond girl he’d drawn her as a guy. Turning I looked at the girl again then back at the sketchpad. The thought occurred to me that she actually made a more attractive guy than a girl. Flipping to my picture I realized that the same could probably be said for me as a girl.

On impulse I asked, "Could I have that picture?"

Marcus smiled as he looked at me with an inquisitive look and replied, "Sure why not, But let me finish it."

I sat back and took a sip of my drink as Marcus picked up his pencil and looked at me and started to embellish the picture. I watched intrigued as he added a little blush to the cheeks, shaded the chin a little and added a little depth to the small amount of cleavage.

Finally he sat back and looked closely at the picture pausing to shade in the hair just a little he reached up and tore the picture out of the sketchpad. He went to pass it to me but had a second thought and laid the picture back onto the pad and signed it then passed it to me.

I looked at the finished drawing marveling at it. I also wondered how someone could catch such life with only a pencil and paper. I also wondered how seeing an artist’s rendering of me as a girl could turn me on in such a manner. Looking up I again found Marcus gazing at me intently while I admired his work.

After studying his not unattractive face for a moment I asked him, "Have you ever included me in any of your comic books?"

Smiling and again blushing he said, "Oh yes you are one of the stars of a monthly series called Trends."

I could not help it as my eyes were drawn as if by magic back to the drawing. I heard a noise and looked up only to see Marcus’s back as he headed for the nearest exit.

I thought to myself, ‘That’s one of the strangest encounters ever."

I found myself looking back at the drawing. Carefully I rolled up the drawing and headed for home.

 

Chapter 2 : The comic book

The next morning I woke up wondering if it was all a dream. I looked across the room at the upper corner of the mirror where I’d placed the picture and sure enough there it was. Closing my eyes I indulged myself in a fantasy of imagining what it would be like to be the girl in the picture. I could never have guessed the intensity of the reaction as I imagined myself as that girl. I got out of bed and walked over to look in the mirror.

I should point out now that I have a condition called gynecomastia which is where a guy grows female like breasts. I have been to the doctors a few times for it but was advised that the only cure is surgery and I am not ready for that. All through high school and any time I have had to take my shirt off in public I am kidded about the fact that I have what could be considered small breasts.

Many times I have heard, "Hey Kevin you need a bra!"

They could be right. Continuing my survey showed a mostly slender practically hairless body. Picking up my brush I combed out my hair instead of putting it into its usual ponytail. I realized that my shoulder length hair was the same length as in the picture. With a trim and some styling, my hair could look just like the picture. I reached up and caressed my pert little breasts and pinched my nipples. Oddly while I was comparing myself to the picture, physical attributes I had been ashamed of all my life suddenly became an asset.

Pushing these thoughts aside, I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and got dressed to run my Saturday morning errands. A few hours later I found myself pulling into Cosmos Comic Closet. Walking into this strange supermarket sized establishment I found myself immersed in a subculture I never knew existed. There were kids with odd haircuts wandering around wearing T-shirts with pictures of Spiderman, The Tick, Iron man and the X-men.

I wandered without success through rows and rows of all types of comic books not finding anything even remotely resembling a soap opera called Trends. Finally I asked the man with huge bugged out eyes behind the counter who looked as though he belonged in one of his books.

He said, "Trends, yah we got it. It’s in the X rated section over there. That’s a strange one even for here. It has a huge following though."

Feeling self-conscious I walked through the door into the X-rated section. Glancing around I noticed several other people although none of them would meet my eyes. I took a quick look around and spotted it immediately. There it was displayed prominently, TRENDS and there I was or should I say my female alter ego right there on the cover.

She was wearing this lacy puffy miniskirt and was on her knees. Her smiling upturned face was inches away from the bulging crotch of a well muscled man wearing just a pair of bikini type briefs. As I looked closer, the inscription on the cover read, this month Stacy gets a mouthful.

I was completely embarrassed and turned on at the same time. I walked over and pick up the thick book and quickly thumbed through it. There I was dressed in just a garter belt, stockings and a bra. There I was sucking cock and there I was getting fucked by two men at the same time. I felt totally turned on and violated at the same time.

Taking the book I made my way over to the bug eyed man at the counter. I wondered if he would notice that the girl on the cover was me.

Leering down at the cover he said, "I don’t know if you know this or not but the author Marcus lives here in town. He comes in and signs copies sometimes. Has quite a following, we sell hundreds of these." Looking down at the cover he continued, "I sure would like to meet the model he uses for Stacy she must be a hot one." I passed him the money and he looked at me and said, "You look familiar do I know you?"

Hoping I was not acting as nervous as I felt I said truthfully, "No I don’t think we’ve ever met."

He passed me my change, placing my book in a plain brown paper bag he said, "Come back we get this one every month and we have others, If you want I can give you the key to the back room where we keep the really raunchy stuff."

It was everything I could do to keep from running when he winked one of his bug eyes at me, yet I managed to walk out calmly enough.

Returning home I was dreading and at the same time could not wait to read Trends. Settling down in the living room I turned to the first page.

Reading through the first page the story went something like this; Stacy who is wearing an extremely short poufy white dress tells her husband that she’s sorry she has to work on Saturday. Leaving her house she goes to her boss’s apartment. Her boss a muscular hunk greets her at the door in a bathrobe. Closing the door as they embrace he drops his robe to the floor. Stacy drops to her knees and looks up at him assuming the position on the cover.

She then pulls down his briefs and sucks his cock as her boss says, ‘Stacy to get ahead in business you need to give head.’

Standing she removes her dress and we see she is wearing a very sexy lacy white garter belt and stockings, panties and pushup bra.

The pictures were so hot and horny that I had to get up and remove my pants before I ripped out the zipper. I still don’t understand why knowing that the girl in the pictures was based on drawings of me was so erotic. Sitting back down I resumed reading. Next she walked into his bedroom and removed her lingerie as he followed. I sat there and studied the picture of her naked for a while.

I got up and walked into the bedroom to look at the drawing in the mirror again and set the book on the dresser. I pulled the rubber band out of my ponytail and brushed my hair out. Comparing the drawing on the mirror and the picture in the book with my reflection I took off the rest of my clothes.

With one last look in the mirror, I headed into the bathroom to shave. After shaving as close as I knew how. I looked down and decided to the shave the last few hairs off my chest.

One thing led to another and shortly I found myself in the shower with shaved legs, before I shampooed and conditioned my hair. Stepping from the shower, I dried myself and decided to use the blow dryer in an attempt to create the hairdo that Marcus had drawn on me. After several minutes I’d managed to create a more feminine hair style but not quite like the picture. My hair would require some trimming to achieve that.

Looking in the mirror I could not believe the feminine aspect my naked body had assumed. I took my painfully erect cock, pulled it back between my legs and gazed into the mirror. Looking down at the naked picture in the book, I realized that makeup was missing. Going back in the bathroom I remembered that my girl friend Donna had left a make-up bag under the vanity. Inside there was lipstick, some moisturizing cream and an eye liner pencil. Going back to the mirror I used the drawing as a guide and traced the black pencil around the edges of my eyes and applied the sultry dark red lipstick.

Stepping back I looked at the result and balked. The girl that looked back at me was almost identical to the sexy Stacy pictured in the comic book. Once again tucking my cock back I reached up to fondle what now really looked like pert little breasts.

Pinching my nipples I wondered what it would be like to wear a bra. I reached down and turned the page back to gaze longingly at the picture of myself wearing a garter belt, panties and a bra. Reaching down I pulled my cock free and started stroking myself while I fantasized about what it must feel like to wear such sexy things. It was only moments until I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Weak in the knees, I moved back and sat on the bed. I thought I must be crazy because guys don’t do these things. Then I thought this is such a turn on. I lay back on the bed and slid my hands up to caress my breasts again and wondered where I could get a bra. I thought why not Victoria’s Secret? I’ve gone in there to buy similar outfits for my girlfriend before. Donna is about my size and she’s worn my jeans so I know her sizes.

With this thought I jumped up and looked at the clock. It was only 5 o’clock and I could still make it to the mall. Quickly I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and pulled on jeans and a Tshirt. Arriving at the mall I drove to the entrance closest to Victoria’s Secret and walked nervously inside.

For some reason I felt as though all the guys were looking at me, did they somehow know what I was up to? Walking into Victoria’s Secret I found the rack with what seemed to me to be the same bra and panties that I’d been wearing in the book.

A sales girl walked up to me and asked, "Can I help you miss?"

I thought to myself, Miss? I turned to correct her and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized much to my horror that in my haste to get dressed, I’d forgotten to remove the eye liner and lipstick.

My look must have been priceless because the sales girl asked me, "Miss are you ok?"

Recovering somewhat I tried to muster what I considered to be a feminine voice but came out more as a squeak, "Yes I’m fine, I would like to buy a set of these bras and panties and the matching garter belt and stockings."

She must have thought I was sick or something because she took a step back from me and said, "Do know your sizes?"

I replied, "Yes a 34b and the panties are a size 7."

Picking out the bra and panties she then led the way over to a cabinet where she pulled out a garter belt and turned to me, "Unfortunately we don’t have an exact match for the bra and panties but this is very close."

Passing it to me I looked at them and in what I thought was a better voice said, "those will do just fine."

I think she liked that voice better because she moved a little closer and said in a more intimate way, "You have a couple of choices with the stockings, Regular nude with the lace top or these suntan ones with the seam up the back. I think they both look very sexy."

I could tell by the way she was treating me she had no clue that I was actually a guy. This also turned me on and I hoped I would not embarrass and give myself away with an unsightly bulge. I smiled at her and said, "In that case I’ll take one pair of each."

She smiled "Good choice."

I paid for and finally escaped with my treasures and on the way out I knew why the guys were looking at me.

Walking into my apartment I closed the door looking forward to something that I knew most thirty year old guys would not be caught dead doing. I walked into the bedroom and pulled the rubber band out of my hair and combed out my hair once more.

After removing my clothes I wrapped the garter belt around my waist and adjusted it. Taking out the lace top stockings and having no experience with them I decided to mimic the way Donna put on her pantyhose and scrunched them up and stuck my toe straight in pulling it up my leg finally attaching it to the garter straps.

The feeling was awesome almost electric. I carefully pulled the other one on and spent a few moments caressing my nylon encased and shaved legs. Next I pulled the panties on and gasped as the silken fabric wrapped itself around my totally excited cock. Last but not least I picked up the bra and struggled to snap it in the back. My patience running out finally I snapped it around my waist, struggled to pull it up and turn it around eventually getting it adjusted.

It really did fit good serving to push up and shape what little tits I had. Going into the bathroom I brushed out my hair by bending at the waist and then flipping it back with a little touch up the way I had seen Donna do it.

I reapplied the lipstick and messed around with the eyeliner a little. Finally turning to the full-length mirror on the wall I was absolutely shocked looking at the sexy girl.. Except for the bulge in my panties I looked just like Stacy in Trends.

Reaching down I stuffed my cock painfully back into my panties between my legs. The look was perfect. I stood there staring at myself. Reaching up I caressed my breasts through the silken cups and pinched my nipples. Reaching down I ran my hands over the silken material of the panties and caressed my silken stocking covered legs.

 

Chapter 3: The Girl Friend

Stepping into the bedroom to compare the girl in the mirror with the girl in the book I froze. In my haste to get back in the house I had neglected to lock the door. Donna finding the door unlocked had walked right in and was now standing just inside the bedroom door.

Looking at me with an angry surprised look she asked, "Where is Kevin?"

Realizing she did not yet recognize me I quickly weighed up my options and decided the truth was best and said, "I am Kevin!"

She looked me up and down with a look of complete surprise and went to speak; she opened her mouth as if to say something and closed it. A few unreadable emotions played across her face and she opened her mouth to speak and again closed it. Looking at me with a dead pan look for a few moments while I just stood there.

A slight smile played across her lips to be replaced by a scowl she finally said, "I thought we had a date tonight? Why are you dressed like that?"

Searching for the right words I finally said, "Uh, oh, um I can explain."

Moving closer and scrutinizing my outfit with an appraising eye she said, "This should be good. On second thought I don’t even want to know."

I just stood there speechless not knowing what to say, I felt as though I was going to cry. Donna looked at me unsympathetically and said, "Well?"

Walking over to the dresser I first looked at myself in the mirror then picked up the book and drawing and went over to sit on the bed. Donna came over to sit beside me and said, "You do know this is weird?"

I replied, "I know but I never planed any of this, it just happened."

Starting with happy hour the day before, I explained showing her the picture Marcus had drawn and the comic book I’d bought relating all the days’ adventures including the trip to the mall all the way up to when she walked into my bedroom.

Finishing my story I said, "The only questionable thing I have done is to put on female underwear in an attempt to look like a comic book character and kids try to look like comic book characters all the time. I got so obsessed with it that I forgot about our date and I am sorry." Reaching down to feel the silken material of the panties I continued, "I don’t think wearing female clothes is a bad thing, in fact it’s pretty harmless. Let me change now and we can go out."

I attempted to get up and Donna placed her hand on my knee and slid it up my leg as she turned and kissed me full on the mouth. Running her other hand over my panty clad bottom she broke her kiss and said, "Why don’t you keep them on for a while. I’m not sure if I agree with the harmless part.."

She swung around and pushed me back onto the bed and lifted her short black skirt straddling me. Looking down at me with a mischievous smile she continued, "I don’t know if this will come as a surprise to you but as long as I can remember I have had an ongoing fantasy about having sex with another pretty girl." Reaching up she tenderly traced her finger through my long black hair and continued, "And you make a very pretty girl." Leaning down she rubbed her silken panty clad crotch against my silken panty clad cock. I almost came on the spot.

Reaching up I unbuttoned her white blouse. Sitting up she shrugged out of the blouse, leaned down again and rubbed the cups of her bra covered breasts against my smaller ones while she passionately kissed me. Reaching up under her skirt I ran my hands across her panty clad butt.

Rolling us over I sat up and pulled off her skirt and panties. Gazing up into her lust filled eyes, I slowly moved down until the barest tip of my tongue touched the tip of her most sensitive spot. Getting a pleasurable gasp from her, I circled her button with my tongue. I was rewarded with an almost instant orgasm.

Gazing back up at her she said, "You look like a real girl licking my pussy and I can’t believe how hot it’s making me."

Sucking her clit into my mouth I started to probe into her sopping wet pussy with my fingers. I could tell she was having another orgasm when she grabbed two hands full of my hair and ground my face into her pussy. Still gripping my hair she arched her back and screamed out. I could feel her convulse and did my best to keep applying pleasure.

Realizing the way she was holding me as she came back to earth she let my hair go. Moving up beside her she said, "That was incredible, I never thought that a change of clothes would have that effect on me."

As we lay there I removed her bra and started nibbling on her nipples. Then she pushed me over on my back straddling me again. Moving around she managed to remove my panties. I tensed as she licked the tip of my over excited cock.

Then she moved up, kissed me and said, "Girl you have something I want." With that she impaled her self on my cock. I could only lay there in rapture as she jumped up and down at a more and more frenzied pace. Finally I could hold on no more and arched my back thrusting up into her driving home spurt after spurt of molten ecstasy.

She collapsed down on me. After a few moments she rolled to the side and said, "If I’d known it would have that effect on you I’d have had you in panties long ago."

I replied, "If I had known it would have that effect on you I’d have worn them long ago."

Looking me in the face she asked, "Who did your makeup?"

I replied, "I found one of your old eye liner pencils and some lipstick in the bathroom and applied it myself."

Looking even closer she said, "Would you let me try? Why don’t you let me dress you up completely as a girl?"

I made as if to think about it a moment and shrugged, "Sure why not."

Jumping out of bed she said, "It’s almost 11:00 and we’re supposed to meet Karen and Anne at the Courtyard."

Getting up I said, "Let me get cleaned up and dressed."

Going to the closet I selected a somewhat baggy shirt and pants. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a bit and removed all traces of makeup. Putting the panties back on I also wore the garter belt, stockings, panties and bra under my clothes.

Taking an overnight bag stuffed with a change of clothes I also put the book and picture inside before we set out for the Courtyard Whenever we went to the Courtyard I usually ended up staying the night at Donna’s apartment.

The feeling of the silken stockings on my smooth skin against the pants soon had me hard again. Half way there I took Donna’s hand and brought it down so she could feel the suspenders through my pants.

She smiled, "You naughty boy, now I am going to be horny all night thinking about what you’re secretly wearing."

When we got to the Courtyard I looked up at Marcus’s table and found Karen and Anne but no Marcus. Karen and Anne will go out and then they flirt with and tease all the men in a bar but never go home with any. Donna told me that she thinks they are hot for each other.

I always watch the pretty girls, but now I was much more interested in what the girls were wearing. Anne was wearing a tight fitting but sexy pants’ suit whereas Karen had on a short and very hot looking little black dress.

Donna whispered to me later that she thought Karen had on the same type of underwear as I did, including garter and stockings. After she’d pointed it out, if you were looking you could see the suspenders every now and then.

I whispered to her, "If you’re ever going to dress me up as a girl then I want to wear a dress like that."

Anne said, "We met a guy named Marcus here earlier; he said that he knew you and to ask to see the picture that he’d drawn of you."

I blushed and said, "Maybe I will show it to you some time." Karen said, "I have a date with him next weekend."

Eventually we ended up at Donna’s Apartment. I was not in the house a few moments when Donna had my clothes off and was fucking me like it was her cock instead of mine.

 

Chapter 4: Dressing completely

The next morning I woke up to find I was wearing one of Donna’s silken negligees.

Right after coffee Donna asked, "Are you ready to begin?"

Stupidly I replied, "Begin what?"

She responded with a disappointed look, "Your transformation. Don’t you remember last night you said I could do your makeup and dress you as a girl?"

Excited I said, "I wouldn’t miss it for the world."

Smiling she said, "First thing we need to do is shower, then wash and condition your hair and shave your body again."

A short while later she’d shaved most of the hair from my body except the hair on my head and a little around my cock.

When we stepped out of the shower she applied some perfumed lotion to the shaved areas and started to apply hair rollers around the bottom of my hair. I balked a little when she grabbed the scissors and said, "I’ll not trim much but I want to get the frazzled ends, you need to do this anyway."

I realized she was having the time of her life as she worked. It was like I was a life sized Barbie doll but I realized I was having a good time too. After she worked on my hair for a while she started on my makeup. She expertly applied a base coat and then eye liner, eye shadow, mascara, blush, lip liner and lipstick so that I couldn’t wait to see. I continued to be amazed at how much this turned me on and I could tell Donna felt the same way.

Eventually she took out the curlers and went to work with a curling iron and hair spray. I tried to look in the mirror but she would not let me saying, "Not until were done."

Walking to her dresser she took out a pair of heavy duty girdle looking panties and panty hose and tossed them to me and said, "These should help to control any unsightly bulges, my bras won’t fit you so you’ll have to use yours."

I was entertained by the fact that I did have my own bra. Sitting on the edge of the bed I stepped into the panty hose like an expert under Donna’s watchful eyes. Standing I stepped into the panties and pulled them up around my now constantly erect cock. Spreading my legs I painfully tucked my cock back between my butt checks and pulled the panties all the way up.

I started to snap the bra around my waist when Donna smiled and came to my rescue. She snapped it behind and applied a few adjustments that made my breasts seem even bigger. "Thanks I need all the help I can get."

Stepping back she looked me over and said, "I think I have just the right dress for you."

Going over to the closet she spent a few moments searching and finally came back with a sexy flowered dress that always turned me on whenever she wore it.

Smiling she said, "every time I wear this dress you just about rape me, lets see what happens when you wear it."

Unzipping the back she pulled the soft garment over my head. I could feel a major almost painful stir from my tucked back cock as she zipped me up. Stepping back I could tell that Donna liked what she saw.

I went to look in the mirror but Donna said, "Just a few more finishing touches."

Going to her jewelry box she returned with some long dangly clip-on earrings. Then back to the closet where she looked through her shoes saying, "your feet are a little bigger than mine but I have a pair of strappy shoes with big heels that I think will work." As she walked over she showed me a pair that I’d seen her wear only a few times. She smiled, "Sit down while I put these on you."

Standing unsteadily in the unfamiliar shoes that had two and a half inch but very wide chunky heels, Donna looked me over critically shaking her head. Then she towed me over to the full length mirror.

The girl I saw looking back at me was incredible. There would be no mistaking her for a guy and there was a sense of disassociation. I looked at the girl in the mirror and my mind thought, ‘I would really like to get to know her better not that the girl in the mirror was me.’

But then when I moved my hand she moved hers. I moved my hand up and touched my face. Then she moved hers and I felt the touch. I ran my hands down my sides and I felt the dress on my body.

Donna moved up behind me, ran her hands around and caressed the girl in the mirror’s breasts and I felt it.

Moving her face up next to mine she whispered in my ear, "don’t take this the wrong way but you should have been a girl. You are a knockout." Running her hands down my sides she added, "Now I know why you like this dress so much on me."

Turning a little to the side, I suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu. Then it occurred to me and I got the picture that Marcus had drawn. There I was with exactly the same hair, same dress and same makeup. I looked from the mirror to the picture and back again. Both Donna and I looked at each other with the same mystified look. It was a very eerie feeling like there were butterflies in my stomach.

Donna suddenly turned and said, "Let's go out shopping."

I replied, "Ok let me get changed."

Donna smiled,, "No, I want you to go like this."

I said, "No way, I’m not going out dressed like this."

She replied, "Don’t worry no one will know. Besides you were already out dressed like a girl yesterday. I need you dressed as a girl so when I take you in to try on dresses you can."

I said, "What makes you think I want to try on dresses?"

With a pouty look she responded, "Last night you said if I dressed you up as girl you wanted a dress just like Karen’s so I just thought I would buy you one."

I replied, "Don’t you have one like that?"

She said, "Not that would fit you correctly, besides I need to get some underwear and some shoes that fit you. Come on it’ll be fun and you know you like dressing up. I will give you the best sex you ever had afterwards."

Smiling I gave in how could I say no to an offer like that besides it probably would be fun. I wasn’t going to tell her how much it turned me on to dress up like this but I think she had already figured it out. What I had not expected was how much it turned her on. I sat on the bed where I had a view of myself in the mirror and watched Donna get dressed. She put on a tight white blouse and short plaid skirt and quickly made herself up.

Looking at me she smiled, "We don’t want you looking prettier than me."

Not that I would ever tell her I was prettier but then again I had a personal bias and could not help but look at the girl in the mirror.

She gave me a leather purse to put my wallet, keys, lipstick, a hairbrush and some mascara before I walked unsteadily out to the car in the still unfamiliar shoes. I was nervous and excited all at once. Donna opened my door for me something she’d never done before. I got in carefully and she closed it.

Sliding into the driver's side she giggled, "For some reason I feel very protective of you."

Setting out for the mall she giggled again when I jumped when she put her hand on my leg and started to slide it up under my skirt. Smiling she asked, "Ah a little nervous are we?"

I pulled my skirt down the way she usually did when I slid my hand up under her skirt.Arriving at the mall we went immediately in Burdines.

Donna informed me, "Karen told me she bought that dress here."

We walked into the juniors department. I looked at all the dresses and embarrassed myself by looking at a couple of them and imagining myself wearing them. Donna went immediately to a rack of slinky little black dresses and pulled one out that looked like Karen’s.

She embarrassed me by holding it up to me and said, "This one is just like Karen’s but I think this other one would look better on you."

She pulled one off the rack with a higher waist line and a little more flare in the skirt.

Getting into the swing of things I offered, "Why don’t I try on both?"

Donna smiled back, "I think you are about a size 10 maybe an 8."

We spent the next few minutes looking through the rack finally producing four dresses in the right styles and sizes.I could not believe I was doing this as I walked into the dressing room with the dresses. Donna followed me in saying I would need help with the zippers. I took off my dress and pulled on the first one. It was a little tight and Donna said, "Try on the size 10."

That one fit better but Donna was right when I tried on the style that Donna liked, her eyes lit up and she started fondling me saying, "I don’t know if I should get you this dress. If you wear it out in public I might lose you to some handsome guy, You look awesome."

I replied, "You don’t have to worry about the guy part but if it turns you on then lets get it."

Donna purchased the dress for me and we made our way out into the mall. Still being new at this I was uncomfortable with all the guys looking at me. Turning to Donna I asked, "Do they always do this?"

Looking around she didn’t know what I was talking about finally it dawned on her and she said, "I only get nervous when they don’t look. Consider it a form of flattery. If you didn’t want them to look you wouldn’t dress so sexily."

While I pondered that, Donna dragged me into Sears saying, "Sears has the best lingerie department."

Walking into the rows and rows of panties, bras and any other assorted form of undergarment you could think of, I was once again embarrassed as Donna started holding things up to me. I thought I would die when she asked me just as a couple of guys were walking past, "What did you say your bra size was?"

They both looked and were waiting for me to reply when I said, "34b." They both looked disappointed and continued on their way.

We finally settled on a matching black lace bra panty and garter belt, a white lace bra panty and garter belt a three pack of nude stockings and two pairs of panty hose. The next stop was the Payless shoe store where we purchased one white and one black pair of three inch heels and a black pair with wide chunky two inch heels. Then when I thought we were done we stopped at the makeup counter on our way back though Burdines.

Donna said, "You need makeup in your own colors, mine is not quite right on you."

We spent the next hour testing different bases, eyeliners, lipsticks and blushes. Finally I walked away with almost $200 in makeup but Donna said, "That’s very cheap."

I didn’t say it out loud but I thought it was a waste of money. When we arrived back at Donna’s place we had no sooner arrived when Donna dropped all the bags and forcibly dragged me into the bedroom. In a matter of moments she had her dress off and my face was buried in her pussy. Shortly thereafter she had my dress off and was pinching my nipples and had impaled herself on my cock. The forcible manner with which she was treating me and the ‘I’m in charge’ manner were a total turn on. Within a short while we both had attained earth moving orgasms.

After a short recovery period Donna dragged me up and said, "Now we have to try all the new purchases on you."

I suddenly realized that she was more into this than I was. That what had started as a crazy curious obsession with me was now all Donna could think about. Not that I minded that much. This was more fun than anything I’d done in a long time. I stripped down totally and cleaned the makeup off to give Donna a clean slate to work with before she started again. This time I watched what she was doing as she applied the makeup.

Once I was completely made-up again and she insisted that I wear my first little black dress. She also used the curling iron a little and added a little body to my hair. I stood there looking back at that girl in the mirror that I was so obsessed with. I just couldn’t believe that she was me.

Donna sneaked up behind me and reached around caressing my breasts and whispered in my ear, "If I turn into a lesbian it’s your fault."

I smiled as I gyrated back against her and said, "I already am a lesbian trapped in a man’s body." Looking in the mirror Donna grinned, "Doesn’t look like a man’s body to me."

Looking at the two girls in the mirror I had to agree.

Stepping into her closet Donna pulled out a very sexy short black skirt. She turned to me and said, "I am taking you out to dinner."

I immediately said, "No not dressed like this."

Donna turned those big beautiful eyes at me and smiled deviously as she said, "Please, it will be lots of fun. Seeing you sitting there uncomfortably while all the guys stare at you would turn me on incredibly. I would make it worth your while later."

I looked back at the girl in the mirror knowing that I was not going to be detected said, "Oh, why not."

Just a few minutes later we were headed out to Donna’s car again. This time I did not feel quite so self-conscious and surprisingly I was getting used to walking in heels.

Almost reading my mind, Donna told me, "Those big chunky heels don’t count. Wait til we get you a pair of 4" spikes."

Ignoring her comment but feeling a stirring at the thought of wearing such high heels I asked her, "Where are we going?"

She responded, "Malios."

Then I got really nervous because Malios was the nicest place in town. The mayor went there frequently; my boss went there all the time. What if I was read?

I pleaded with Donna, "Please take me somewhere else. I can’t go there we’ll bump into someone we know."

Donna was not going to give in though and I was nervous as we pulled into the parking lot. Donna had the car valet parked and I felt the attendant’s eyes first trying to look up my dress and then trying to look down my dress as he opened the car door for me to get out. Relieved to be away from him, I got the same treatment from the maitre’d as we walked into the ritzy restaurant. We were seated in a raised area where a lot of single guys just happen to be seated.

I asked Donna, "Do guys always act like that? I feel like a prize poodle on display."

Donna smiled and replied, "Actually they are quite tame here this is supposed to be a more cultured environment. These are the lawyers, doctors and the lawmakers. You should go to a regular old meat market type of bar and that’s much worse."

I ordered an appetizer but was too nervous to eat. I ordered a bourbon and coke to calm my nerves and after two more started to relax a little. After dinner a band started playing and people started to dance. If I’d been smart I would have insisted we leave right then. But I was not smart and I was shocked when two guys walked up to us.

The tall one with the blond hair asked me, "Might I have the pleasure of this dance?"

I was too stunned to do anything; I must have looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights.

Donna responded for me, "I’m sure Stacy would love to dance with you."

Getting up she took the dark haired guy’s hand and led him out onto the dance floor. I realized that it would now create more of a scene not to dance. I must have blushed 15 shades of red as I got up and followed him out on to the dance floor.

Donna maneuvered her way around and spoke in my ear, "You're doing fantastic."

I whispered back, "I am going to kill you."

She laughed and waltzed away.

After two dances one fast and the second slow where my partner managed to grope my butt and fondle one of my tits I managed to get back to the table. Donna stayed out for another two dances as I watched her just about make love to the guy on the dance floor. I was getting so mad I was about to get up and take a Taxi home when she finally returned to the table.

Surprised at seeing how angry I was she said, "That was the Mayor you were dancing with."

The anger instantly drained out of me as I turned around and looked at him. She then said, "That was the district attorney I was dancing with." I recognized them now and smiled at her when she suggested we head home before we got into any trouble.

I had to work in the morning and had no work clothes with me so decided to head back to my apartment later that evening. Donna insisted I should take my new wardrobe home with me just in case I got the urge to look sexy again.

Blushing I took all the bags with me. As I was leaving she said, "Practice doing your makeup."

That night as I hung all the clothes in my closet I found she had given me the silky nightdress I’d worn the night before. I could not help myself as I pulled the garment over my head and once again marveled at the feeling of the cool material against my now smooth shaven skin.

 

All week long I could not help myself and dressed up and practiced doing my makeup everyday. I purchased another couple of nighties and slept in one every night.

Slowly I made my way through the Trends book. I could not help but wonder what went on in the mind of a guy who drew pictures of another guy as a pretty girl having sex with other guys? I guess I was just as bad having seen myself drawn as a pretty girl then falling in love with the image and then feeling compelled to dress that way.

I did not see Donna all week but we talked everyday and she left answering machine messages for Stacy. Donna had also fallen in love with the girl I could become. This was all starting to get complicated.

On Thursday night Donna called up, "I have to work late tomorrow but I would like to meet you at the Courtyard later."

I replied, "Ok but I’m going there right after work for the happy hour."

She said, "Ok, I can’t wait to see you and I hope you don’t mind but I bought something for Stacy."

I felt a thrill at the thought and said, "No I don’t mind, I guess if you are going to have a lesbian affair behind my back it might as well be with me."

Donna laughed and said, "You are so bad! But you’re good when you’re bad and you’re better when you’re a bad girl." We both laughed and hung up.

Chapter 5

Marcus at the Courtyard

After work on Friday I walked into the Courtyard and noticed Marcus sitting at his usual table. This time he smiled when he saw me so I walked up and sat down. He had a coy little grin on his face as he looked at me then he applied the finishing touches to the drawing he was working on.

I asked, "What are you drawing?"

Without saying a word he turned the sketch pad and placed it in front of me. Looking down I was astonished to see he had drawn me in what appeared to be my little black dress dancing with the Mayor the previous Sunday night. The Mayor even had his hand on my butt just like it had happened.

Looking up I said, "Where you there?"

With a look of confusion Marcus said, "Where?"

I replied, "At Malios last Sunday night while I was dancing with the Mayor."

Marcus responded, "No, I was at home working on Trends all night. This is part of one of the scenes for next month. Now that you say so, the guy does look something like the Mayor, but what were you doing in Malios dancing with the Mayor? I thought you told me you didn’t crossdress?"

That stopped me. I looked down at the picture and it was perfect. Much more than life like so I confessed, "I don’t or should I say I didn’t before I met you last Friday."

’Had it only been a week?’ I thought."I was looking at your picture on Saturday morning and embarrassingly found myself strangely turned on by the concept of dressing up as a girl so I went to Cosmo’s and bought a Trends book."

Marcus asked, "Which edition?"

I replied, "Stacy gets a mouthful."

Marcus said, "That’s a good one lots of sex, I love to draw the sex scenes it’s a fantastic turn-on."

I continued, "When I got to the scene where Stacy was dressed up in the white garter set I found myself compelled to go buy the same outfit at Victoria’s Secret and try it on." At this point I stopped for a moment and said, "I can’t believe I’m telling you this."

Marcus said, "Please don’t be embarrassed I’m really fascinated."

I continued, "Just when I finished dressing, my girlfriend walked in and after the initial shock of catching her boyfriend dressed up like a lingerie model, she decide she liked it. I found myself completely dressed as a girl wearing the dress you’d drawn me in last week."

With a look of surprise Marcus said, "Really? How odd."

Looking down at the picture of me dancing with the mayor I continued, "We went shopping and bought this dress and last Sunday night I found myself in Malios dancing with the Mayor while he groped my butt just like this. He never knew I wasn’t a girl."

I looked up and Marcus met my eyes and said, "This is really strange. I only draw what I see in my mind’s eye. Somehow you are acting out what I draw; how strange."

Marcus picked up the sketch pad and the book slipped from his hand and landed open a few pages back. I looked down and there I was wearing my white garter belt outfit only now it had changed so that it was the exact one I’d bought. What astonished me more was that I was on my knees giving Marcus a blowjob!

I jumped back almost knocking my chair over, spilt my drink and almost shouted, "No I’m not going to do that. You’re some sort of a pervert."

Marcus looked around and I noticed some of the other guests were looking at us. Reaching over Marcus placed his hand on mine in a calming gesture and said, "I draw this type of thing all the time. That’s not you it’s Stacy from the comic book."

Pulling my hand away I said, "No you don’t understand that’s the outfit I bought the other day do you see how the design on the garter belt does not match the bra and panties exactly and the lace top stockings. You never drew Stacy like that before and look between her legs she has the slight bulge of a tucked back cock."

Marcus looked closely at the picture and then back at me and said, "You may be right but I have no interest in you. You don’t have the right equipment. I like real girls. I have a date with one of your friends tomorrow night. You’re the one running around dressed like a girl."

I replied, "I’m sorry but this is all too strange. I have the feeling you are somehow magically turning me into a girl."

Marcus smiled at me and said, "I have no magic powers just take it easy and have fun with it. Your girlfriend seems to enjoy it so live a little."

Smiling Marcus signed the picture of me giving him head and ripped it out of the pad. I looked down at the picture again and I was pulled into it. The picture seemed to come alive as if it were more real than life itself. I blushed when I suddenly realized that I was getting turned on by it. In the back of my mind I wondered what it would be like to be dressed like that on my knees sucking his cock. Pushing these thoughts out of my mind I looked up and wasn’t surprised to see Marcus’s back as he quietly slipped away out the back door.

No sooner had Marcus disappeared, when Donna walked up. Before I could do anything Donna kissed me and looked down at the drawing.

"Mmmm interesting,"She said as she sat down and pulled the drawing over for a closer look. Is there something else you haven’t told me about?"

Scowling I said, "No." But then I told her about my conversation with Marcus.

She said, "You’re reading a lot into this and if it bothers you we can stop. Do you want to stop dressing up?"

I thought a moment and said, "No it’s fun dressing with you."

Blushing she said, "Good because I bought you this."

She placed a gift box on the table in front of me. I looked around to see if anyone was looking and opened the box. Inside was one of the sexiest little black nighties with matching panties that I’d ever seen. I started to get hard just thinking about wearing it.

Donna asked me, "Do you approve?"

I replied reluctantly closing the box, "Most definitely."

Donna then said, "Good but I have an emergency and have to go back to work so I won’t get to see you wear it for me until tomorrow night. If you are up for it, I say we get a little daring and you get dressed by yourself. Meet me here tomorrow night as Stacy and then we can go out. I want you to wear that little floral dress of mine that you like so much, your white garter belt and the new panties I bought you."

I replied, "I don’t know about going out alone dressed as a girl."

Donna responded, "Take a cab over and I’ll pick you up, it’ll be fun."

Reluctantly I agreed.

The following afternoon I started to get ready for my evening date. I had to completely shave my body again. I found myself drawn back to the picture of me giving Marcus a blowjob again and again. At first I was turned on but then repulsed by the idea. As I looked at it more and more, I started to wonder what it would be like to have someone else’s cock in my mouth.

After I had done my makeup and dressed in my sexy underwear. I compared myself to the picture, tucked my cock back and rearranged my hair a little to look slightly disheveled just like in the picture and decided that it looked sexier that way.

Looking down at the picture I gripped my cock through the silken panties and started stoking myself as I imagined kneeling in front of Marcus and slowly I reached out with my tongue and licked a little drop from the tip of his cock.

At that point I exploded in orgasm so bad that my knees buckled and I found myself recovering from an extremely intense orgasm in the same kneeling position as the picture. I thought to myself, ‘you are sick, what are you doing?’

Getting up I realized I had to change my panties and clean myself off. The only clean white panties I had were the original ones I’d bought at Victoria’s Secret, the same panties that matched the drawing.

Finally I pulled the dress on and got into my heels. I put on my clip on earrings and put a few supplies along with my cell phone and wallet into the purse Donna had given me.

Looking in the mirror I once again fell in love with the girl there. After looking from all angles and practicing my speech a little I was ready to go and I called the cab.

The ride over to the Courtyard was uneventful. The cab driver tried to check me out in the mirror and I’d grown used to that. He had no idea I was other than what I appeared to be.

It was 7:30 when I arrived and I was supposed to meet Donna at 8pm.Stopping at the bar to get a drink, I moved up to what I now thought of as Marcus’s table. The time went by quickly. Two guys I noticed had checked me out when I walked in and were still hovering near by. One came over and asked to join me but I politely declined saying my boyfriend would be along shortly.

I was momentarily startled when my cell phone rang at exactly 8 o’clock. It was Donna and she said, "Honey I am very sorry but I can’t get out of work right now. We are still in crisis mode but I can probably leave in about 20 minutes. Are you ok?"

I replied, "The guy’s are circling but I should be able to hold them off for at least 30 minutes and then I’ll catch a cab home."

She responded, "Sorry I’ll make it up to you somehow."

Just as I got off the phone I was shocked when who should come walking up but Marcus.

He sat down and said, "Well hello Stacy I’ve heard so much about you and seen many pictures but this is the first time I’ve ever meet you. In fact this is the first time I’ve ever met one of my characters in the flesh."

I could tell he was trying to check me out without being obvious about it when he asked, "Could I buy you a drink?"

After checking my glass was empty I replied, "Yes why not?"

He walked over to the bar and returned with two drinks. When I tasted it I was surprised that he had gotten it right with my usual bourbon and ginger ale.

I asked, "How did you know what I drink?"

He replied, "You know I didn’t even think to ask I just bought you what my character Stacy drinks, Bourbon and ginger. If you don’t like it I’ll get you whatever you want."

Smiling I replied, "No this is what I always drink."

"So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?" he asked.

I told him about how Donna had talked me into dressing like this and meeting her here and then she got stuck at work. Even though she said that she would get out, I doubted if she would be able to make it.

Marcus responded, "I guess we’ve both been stood up. I was supposed to meet your friend Karen here tonight and she canceled just as I arrived."

Across the open area a band started to play on the stage. Marcus continued, "So shall we make a date of it?"

The bourbon was starting to take effect so I said, "Why not."

I suddenly had to go to the bathroom and excused myself. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked across to the bathrooms. I caught myself at the last moment as I almost walked into the men’s room. Going into the lady’s room by myself for the first time was scary. However it was empty and I managed just fine. I sat while I peed and touched up my makeup. Mission accomplished I returned to the table to find that my drink had been refilled while I was gone.

Marcus smiled as he said, "You know you make a very pretty girl. You are much more attractive as a girl than a guy. Just seeing how pretty you are is going to make me draw Stacy a little differently. Do you have a name you go by when dressed as a girl? I would think Kevin is inappropriate now."

Smiling I said, "I’ve been going by Stacy."

That got a laugh out of him and he continued, "It brings to mind that old saying about fiction mimicking real life, or is it that real life is mimicking fiction?"

I replied, "I prefer the one about truth being stranger than fiction because this has been a strange week since that first day I walked up to you and saw my picture."

The band started another song and Marcus asked, "Would you dance with me?"

I coyly looked at him and said, "No."

He replied, "What’s the matter you danced with the mayor but not me?"

I responded, "The mayor didn’t know I was really a guy."

Marcus rebutted, "What difference does that make. I see a pretty girl in front of me and I want to dance with her."

Standing he walked over to my side of the table and bowed deeply and said, "Madam, may I have the pleasure of this dance?"

Reluctantly I stood and took his hand as he led me out onto the crowded dance floor in the Courtyard. I still had not mastered the heels and was feeling the effects of the bourbon and almost fell on an uneven section of the outdoor stone dance floor. I was quite embarrassed as Marcus caught me in a full embrace.

I shouldn’t have been too surprised when the music changed to a slow song and he pulled me close. I ran my hands across his back as I felt him move his hands down around my butt. Under the loose shirt he was wearing I realized he was quite muscular.

My mind drifted back to the fantasy I had about him earlier. I realized as he pulled me close that he was really quite aroused. Then I almost freaked out when I looked up to say something and he kissed me.

Instead of running like part of my mind told me to do, I simply kissed him back.

When the song ended I made my way back to the table. Marcus stopped first and picked up two more drinks. This time when he sat down it was right next to me.

He said, "I don’t want you to get the wrong impression I am not gay."

I giggled a little as I said, "Neither am I."

Picking up the drink I tasted it and realized that it was almost completely bourbon with only a little ginger ale in it.

I said, "Oh I see so you’re trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me."

He replied, "I am not."

I stopped whatever else he was going to say by leaning over and kissing him this time.

I was interrupted by my cell phone ringing and it was Donna saying, "I’m so sorry but I can’t get away tonight, could you find a way home?"

I responded, "Yes I can find my way home. Don’t work too late, bye."

Marcus placed his hand on my stocking covered leg and I made no effort to remove it. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. There were two schools of thought running through my alcohol soaked mind.

The first said, ‘what are you doing you are a guy he is a guy? Guys don’t do this with each other.’

The second said, ‘This is too much fun, you like being a girl and this is a turn on so go for it.’

Marcus moved his hand up partially under my skirt. If I had not tucked my cock back between my legs in the tight panties, there would now be a tent in my dress. Looking over I could see a rather well endowed bulge in his pants. There was no hiding the fact that Marcus was turned on.

Suddenly in a panic attack I leaped up from the table and grabbed my purse. I turned to Marcus and said, "Thank you for the nice evening."

As I started heading for the front entrance I looked back and Marcus looked surprised. I realized as I walked away, that for once it was my back that he watched from the table.

I stood out front and felt a little nervous as I took out my phone to call for a Taxi when this little red convertible pulled up.

It was Marcus and he said, "Could I offer you a ride home?"

At first I was going to say no but then I decided to go with him. I got in and sat down making sure to smooth out my dress.

Marcus asked, "Was it something I said or did that scared you?"

Smiling coyly I said, "Not exactly what you did but this whole thing. I consider myself straight so running around dressed like a girl kissing and dancing with guys is scary to me. I have to admit that I fantasized this afternoon about doing what you had drawn me doing in your picture. Tonight when I noticed you were so turned on I liked it and it scared me."

Marcus told me, "I am straight too but for some reason I’m very attracted to you. It must be because I draw you all the time as Stacy. I live out a lot of my fantasies through you in my drawings. Even when you're dressed as a guy I see you as a pretty girl. I would never do anything to harm you and maybe I just got carried away tonight. I’m sorry."

As I guided him on the road to my apartment I replied, "I’m just as much to blame! I kissed you back and as Donna tells me if you don’t want the guys to look at you, don’t dress like this."

When we pulled up in front of my apartment I turned to Marcus and asked, "Would you like to come in for a drink?"

I watched as a number of emotions played across his face. The same emotions that had just run through my mind just before I asked him to come in.

Apparently he arrived at the same conclusion because he said, "Yes I would love to."

As we stepped into the living room I said, "Make yourself comfortable, I am going to fix us a couple of drinks."

While I was mixing the drinks I heard the stereo come on and get tuned to an easy listening station.

Returning with the drinks I sat down next to him on the sofa. We both took long sips of the very stout drinks.

Marcus turned to me and started to say, "I hope you don’t think…"

I cut him off by kissing him. When the kiss finally ended I said, "Lets not think about it and just let it happen."

Smiling he placed his hand on my leg again. This time the urge to run did not happen. Marcus suddenly said as he looked at his drawings that I had left on the coffee table, "I hadn’t realized that you are wearing the same dress I had drawn in the first picture I gave you."

Turning toward him I boldly placed my hand right on his tented out pants and kissed him while I explored his mouth with my tongue. Feeling another man’s erect cock for the first time caused a major stir in my own tucked back cock. I felt him move his hand up further on my stocking covered leg until he came in contact with the garter. The feeling was electric.

Breaking the kiss I stood in front of him and said, "That is not the only thing I am wearing that you have drawn me in."

Slowly I pulled the dress over my head gyrating in time to the music.

Marcus looked up and licked his lips saying, "You are beautiful."

Standing he pulled me to him and kissed me I could feel his hard cock press against me. I felt the caress of his hands as he moved his way down my back ending on my panty clad bottom. When the kiss ended he turned me pulling me back against him this time I could feel him pressing against my butt as he reached up caressing my breasts through the silken cups and pinching my nipples.

He whispered in my ear, "How is it that these are real?"

I replied as I arched my back against him. "An odd medical condition that until this week was a nuisance, but now I wouldn’t change for the world."

Turning to face him I reached down and undid his belt. Taking my lead he dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. I reached down took hold of his cock that was much bigger than my own and instinctively started stroking him. All the fears I had about gay sex were gone. I felt like a girl on her first date with a guy. Dropping to my knees, I looked my first cock straight in the eye.

On impulse I looked over at the picture on the coffee table of Stacy giving head and realized this was exactly like the picture. I looked up and Marcus was also looking at the picture and then me. He shook his head in amazement and said with a gasp as I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, "The truth is better than fiction."

Reaching up I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and smiled as a clear drop appeared on the tip. Reaching out with my tongue I tasted it. The taste was not as bad as I thought it would be. Moving closer I sucked the head into my mouth and started stroking the shaft.

Marcus moaned out, "Oh God, this is incredible."

He reached down and caressed my cheek and started running his fingers through my hair as I started sucking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

The picture that had horrified me so badly I was now acting out, enjoying.

Pulling his cock from my mouth I stood and said, "Lets move to the bedroom."

Marcus smiled and said, "Anything you want Milady."

In the bedroom I turned to Marcus and unbuttoned his shirt. After he shrugged his way out of his shirt being totally naked he pulled me to him in a kiss then turning me around he unsnapped my bra.

I watched in the mirror as he cupped my naked breasts and said, "I thought when you took your clothes off the illusion of being a girl would disappear but it actually gets better."

Pressing up against me I felt his cock probing against my panty clad bottom as he pinched my nipples and lightly kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe.

Moving to the bed I lay back as Marcus nibbled on my nipples and caressed me all over tickling his way down he traced my garter belt and panties lightly running his fingers up and down my stocking encased legs and tickling my thighs. Slowly he spread my legs and pulled my cock free and started stroking it through the silken panties.

Smiling at me he said, "Now here is something I have never drawn on a girl before."

Reaching over I grabbed his larger cock and started stroking him and said, "But they can be fun."

Pushing him back I climbed up straddling him and moved down until I was once again face to face with his cock.

Looking up at him I said, "This time you’re mine!"

Slowly I bathed his entire cock and balls with my tongue then I got down to the serious business of pushing him over the edge. I sucked as much of his cock as I could into my mouth while bobbing my head up and down. Meanwhile I was stroking the part of his massive member that I could not fit in my mouth. With the other hand I caressed and tickled his balls.

Drawing on a lifetime of being on the receiving end, I used everything that had felt good for me. Shortly I could feel his balls start to tighten. I could taste little bits of pre cum when I sucked hard enough. His cock started to grow even bigger as he got closer. Every now and then he would rise sexily off the bed to meet me.

It was so exciting to know I was turning him on so completely that I almost came myself. I could feel my swollen nipples where he had been pinching me earlier rubbing against his hairy thighs. I will have to say that this end of a blowjob is almost as much fun if not more fun than the other end.

Suddenly he arched his back and his cock must have grown another inch. I felt little tremors coursing their way down his cock. Sucking back until I just had the head of his cock in my mouth I started stroking furiously all the while gently cupping his balls in my other hand as if to milk them.

Marcus grunted out, "Oh God, girl I am cumming."

He reached down and started running his fingers through my hair as the first massive shot of cum jetted into my mouth while massive tremors coursed through his cock.

A week ago the thought of swallowing another mans sperm would have sickened me. At that moment it seemed the most natural thing in the world as he shot spurt after spurt of salty sweet cum into me and I swallowed every drop. Wave after wave of tremors coursed through him emanating from this epicenter that I now had taken complete control over.

Slowly the tremors got less and less until he dropped back almost boneless on to the bed. Taking my mouth from his cock I looked up into a pair of glossy eyes. Looking back I gripped his cock about the base and milked the glistening shaft to the head getting one last tremor and a large drop that I licked up not wanting to waste any.

Lying back spreadeagled on the bed Marcus said, " I’ve not had any sex in over a year. But I’ve never had anything like that in my life."

I looked down and watched as his cock withered before my eyes. Moving up beside him and tracing little designs on his chest I demurely asked him, "Did you like that?"

Smiling he said, "Hands down that was the best sex I’ve ever had. Where did you learn that?"

I smiled as I fondled my own cock and said, "I just took everything I ever knew about operating one of these things from this end and applied it to the giving end." Then I reached over to fondle his cock. "I never thought that giving head would be so erotic."

Marcus sat up and rolled me over until he was on top. Moving down he kissed me then slowly moved down until he was able to kiss and nibble on both of my nipples. He kissed his way down from there until he was hovering over my cock. Looking up at me he licked the tip of my cock through my panties. Reaching up he pulled down the silken garment. I gasped as he reached up and gripped my cock about the base and sucked almost the entire thing into his mouth. He started bobbing his head and stroking me at the same time.

I was so turned on that I was arching my back off the bed in moments and moaned through clenched teeth, "I’m cumming oh God I’m cumming."

Marcus pulled his mouth away and furiously stroked me. With the first shot I got him in the face the rest shot almost a foot in the air. Marcus held on stroking me with one hand while pinching my nipples with the other. The orgasm seemed to go on for an hour. Finally I lay back on the bed drained.

Looking down I realized I’d made quite a mess. I must have pumped out at least a quart and my garter and stockings were a mess. I looked over at a grinning Marcus and said, "I need to clean up a bit." I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom on what seemed like rubber legs.

I discarded the stockings and garter belt. Using a wash cloth cleaned myself off. Looking in the mirror I realized that I needed to touch up my makeup and hair. After that I was about to return to Marcus when I noticed the box with the sexy negligee that Donna had given me and put it on. Looking in the mirror once more I decided that Marcus would like what he saw and exited the bathroom.

I was surprised when I looked around the bedroom and there was no Marcus. Moving to the living room, there was no sign of Marcus so I conducted a search of the entire apartment.

I heard a noise and looked out the window just in time to see a small red convertible race away down the street. To describe my feelings at this would have been difficult mostly mystified, a little disappointed, and a little relieved.

Locking the door I moved over and collapsed on the couch. I ran my hands over the garment I was now wearing and thought back over the night’s events. I found it hard to believe that I’d just dressed up as a girl, gone to a bar dressed like that, picked up a guy, brought him home and sucked him off and swallowed his sperm and enjoyed the whole thing.

I wondered why he had run off like that. Would he ever talk to me again? Would I ever suck his cock again? Would I ever suck any cock again? I already knew the answer to that one. Yes, I would probably dress as a girl and once again give head. I felt a stir in my panties just thinking about it. Did that make me gay?

I heard a noise and looked toward the door and noticed a piece of folded up drawing paper lying on the coffee table next to the other drawings. Sitting up I unfolded it. I was totally mystified to see a drawing of me wearing the negligee I was wearing now sitting on my couch looking at what appeared to be the drawing of me looking at the drawing. It was signed by Marcus.

He must have placed it there before he left. Getting up I made my way back to the bedroom. I changed into one of my more comfortable nighties and cleaned off my makeup and lay on the bed. My mind drifted back to the feelings I had experienced while I was sucking Marcus’s cock. It was not to long until I had once again achieved orgasm.

The next morning I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. The answering machine told me it was Donna and I answered, "Hello."

She replied, "Good morning sleepy, are you going to sleep all day it’s almost noon. I’m sorry I stood you up at the Courtyard especially dressed as you were. Did you have any trouble getting home?"

Seeing no reason to lie I responded, "No, Karen stood Marcus up last night and he came in shortly after you called so we sat and drank together for a while and then he gave me a ride home."

Donna giggled and replied, "Oh, I see while I am slaving away you are out on a date with another guy. Did he get lucky?"

I responded, "Yea, I gave him a blowjob."

Donna burst out in laughter then she asked, "How about if we retry last nights rendezvous? I have to work today but I am getting out at five."

I said, "No if you want to go out with Stacy or Kevin you are going to have to come get them."

She replied, "Oh I see I’m being punished. Ok I will see you at seven."

Donna did not show up at seven, or eight, or until Wednesday. I spent most of my time perfecting my makeup and practicing to make myself sound like a girl and practicing female mannerisms.

When Donna showed up on Wednesday she said, "There is something different about you but I can’t quite place my finger on it."

We spent a quiet night at home and she went home early to do laundry and catch up on a few things. Her work was consuming her and I did not begrudge her that.

By Friday I was chomping at the bit and could not wait to go to happy hour. I could not wait to see Marcus. After work I contemplated going home and changing into Stacy but I went as I was. Upon walking into the Courtyard I looked across to see Marcus looking back.

I slowly strolled across the Courtyard stopping to get a drink. My heart was fluttering and I could not believe how much like a little school girl I felt. As I approached his table I noticed that Marcus had a very grim look on his face.

Sitting down at his table across from him I said, "How are you?"

Without saying a word he turned his sketchpad toward me. I looked down and gasped in horror as I gazed at a picture of me dressed up pretty as Stacy in the floral dress but my limbs were twisted in a sickening manner as I was run down by a speeding car!

The End.

 

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