Barbie Frever

by Jean Chambers

 

Part 2

 

Someone's blonde hair was in my face and stuck to my lips. I brushed it away and sat up on the edge of the bed, trying to get my groggy mind together. My pajamas were twisted uncomfortably around my thighs, so I raised up a little to loosen them, twisting my ankle as I did. That's when I realized I wasn't wearing pajamas. I was wearing a black cocktail dress and a pair of three and a half inch silver sandals. To be more exact, my girlfriend, Judy's cocktail dress and sandals. The dress was one I had bought her, with the sweetheart front, sheer sleeves, and deep plunge back. I recognized the three and a half inch heeled sandals as the ones I had also bought for her to match the dress. The previous night's memories came flooding back. I sank back down on the bed noticing my bum was sore. I hoped it had been a dream and lightly shook my head back and forth to clear my head. Long blonde hair swung across my face and, again, stuck to my lips. I brushed it away for a second time as a sinking feeling filled my stomach. It hadn't been a dream.

I touched the diamond choker still snuggly fastened around my neck and stood up to look at my reflection in the mirror. What I saw brought tears to my eyes. I would have been turned on by the sexy, although slightly disheveled, woman gazing back at me, if I hadn't known she, was me. The choker really wasn't a necklace at all. It was a diamond covered, dog, training collar with a locking hasp. The choker was a gift from Judy. With it, she had force me to dress in her clothes and take me to a local BDSM club the night before. There, she had gagged and shackled me over a padded horse where I was sexually taken throughout the evening by the club's unsuspecting clientele. They thought I was one of the working girls, consensually bound to one of the many dungeon devices. At first I screamed for them to stop, but the ball gag, head harness Judy had fastened around my head made it sound like I was moaning. It turned the men on even more. To them I was a blonde female in a black cocktail dress, gagged and bound over the horse for their pleasure.

I was furious when the evening was over I was released. Judy dropped me off at my apartment where I found she had sublet it to a stranger who would have called the police if I hadn't left. I tried to prove it was my apartment but Judy had replaced all of my identification and they now said I was, Barbie Frever. With no place to go, I found Judy still waiting by the curb. We went back to her place, where I passed out on the bed. A voice brought me out of my reverie. "Hurry up, girl! We're going to be late." Judy stood in the hallway twirling her hair up into a bun. She was wearing her cocktail waitress outfit. You know we've got lunch shift today at 'The Bistro'. Patty won't be happy if you're late on your first day." Her outfit was skimpy, the full, red skirt just barely covered her rear. The blouse was white, low cut, short sleeved, peasant style with puffy shoulders and a fringe of a white, ruffled petticoat peeked out from beneath. My temper flared, "What the hell do you think you are doing to me? I'm not a girl. I don't sound like a girl either and I'm not dressing like, that. Not now. Not ever!" She snorted, "No? Look at yourself. You could fool me. You certainly fooled the guys at the club last night. So... be a good little waitress and get dressed." Judy went into the kitchen.

I pulled at the blonde wig I was wearing. It hurt when I almost pulled my skin off, then I remembered Judy had used super glue on it so it wouldn't come off. I tugged at it again, but it hurt too much, so I stopped. She had glued the zipper on the dress too, but it stretched enough to get it over my head. Judy had returned with a glass of orange juice in her hand. She giggled loudly, looking me up and down, "Mmmm, mmmm. My, but you do have nice legs." she said with a southern drawl. I was only wearing a bra, panties, garters, stockings, and the silver sandals. "We'll take care of those breasts later." she added offering the glass to me. I was angry, but took it anyway. The cold juice made my throat tighten up. "Breasts? I'm not..." I started, then stopped abruptly. I tried again. "I'm not..." again I stopped. "You bitch!" I spat, "What have you done?" I tried to sound intimidating, but the soft, high, feminine pitch coming from my mouth sounded anything but. "If you're going to look like a 'Barbie', you may as well sound like one too." she smirked, "Now, for the last time," she moved to the closet, pulled out a replica of her cocktail outfit, and tossed it at me, "get dressed, bitch!" I caught it.

Her demeanor had turned nasty. "Hurry!" she spat, reaching into the folds of her skirt. A numbing jolt coursed through my body and my knees went weak. Judy stepped closer and leaned over me, now crumpled on the floor. "Don't piss me off, Barbie." she hissed. I stood up defiantly, but put the white blouse on. She smiled, "Now that's better. Isn't it?" She waited patiently while I slipped out of the stockings and garters and into the black fishnets. Then I pulled on the red skirt and white petticoat. She helped me with the black waist cincher, tying it snugly behind me. She put a black velvet choker around my neck before removing the diamond one. "It looks like part of your outfit, hon. Now fix that pretty face and hair and let's go." She left the room while I did as I was told. I looked at myself in the dressing mirror when I finished. I was dressed just like Judy and felt naked. I was the image of a living, breathing 'Barbie'. Sure, the outfit looked cute. I, looked cute. Cute enough to bend over a table. That was the problem. I certainly didn't want to prance around a lounge serving cocktails looking as I did. But, for now, I would just have to play along with Judy.

We entered 'The Bistro' through the employee entrance in the back. It was cool and dark. There were three other girls dressed like us. The lunch shift. Two of them glanced our way. Judy said hello and stepped aside. Round eyed looks of surprise spread across their faces when the saw me. Judy grinned. The two girls threw their arms around me, almost knocking me down. They bounced up and down and squealed as they hugged me. "Barbie! Oh, my gosh. Barbie! When did you get back? How are you? Are you coming back to work?" They pummeled me with questions, not giving me time to answer any of them. Somehow they knew me, even though we had never met before. I figured I better play along. "Hi, ladies..." my new voice threw me again and I stopped abruptly. It was like hearing someone else's voice coming from my mouth. "Jeez, it's good to see you. Yes, I'm working here, again." I choked on the words. It was like surrendering myself to the fate Judy had bestowed upon me. As if I was accepting to live the rest of my life as 'Barbie', the blonde headed, bimbo, cocktail waitress. They told me how great it would be and how we could do everything together like old times.

Judy stepped up and made an announcement, "Barbie has a surprise too. Don't you Barbie?" I was bewildered, "She's going for 'it' and a little extra right after lunch. It's all been arranged." The other girls looked at each other with surprise and pleasure all over their faces. "That's great!" they exclaimed together. "We were disappointed when you backed out of the dare after we went and had ours done, like we agreed." They thrust out their thirty six C breasts. Then I understood. It was like a weight hit me. Judy had arranged for me to get my breasts enhanced. "That's right." Judy chirped, "Barbie is going for thirty six Ds!" I almost passed out. She couldn't be serious. I couldn't get breast implants. Everyone would make fun of me. The guy with thirty six, D breasts. "No, way!" I muttered. "Yes, way!" Judy smiled. The other two thought she was talking to them, but I knew it was meant for me. Now what was I going to do? They told me we would chat later but we had to get to work. Customers were getting impatient. They handed me a waitress tray and ticket book, then introduced me to Patty, the bar tender and manager. She assigned me a section to work. So I did. There was nothing else I could do.

All the men smiled at me, single and married alike. The ladies whose men smiled at me, smiled too, but I could see daggers in their eyes. It was their way of warning the blonde trollop to stay away. It was sickening. I was a man, underneath the makeup and outfit, that is. For all intents and purposes, though, I was a prisoner in a woman's world. I was surrounded by other cocktail waitresses, scurrying here and there, their skirts showing their panties whenever they bent over to reach across a table. To anyone watching, I was just another pretty waitress. It irked me. No. It disgusted me. To look like I did, like a bar maid, was humiliating enough. To be treated like one, made me quiver inside. I had to get out of this mess. Quickly. Before I couldn't.

I was waiting on a table full of men. My mind was else ware, when something slithered under my skirt, touching me in my private areas. I jumped, letting out a yelp and spilling the drinks on my tray. The yelp didn't sound like a yelp. It sounded like a squeal. A typical girl's squeal. It made me sick to hear myself. One of the men had slipped his hand up my skirt and was caressing my inner thigh. I frantically pushed his hand away. I had reacted just like a girl, I thought. I glared at him, "Sir, if you do that again, I'm going to knock you off that chair." There was that little woman's voice again. I felt like crying. He grinned like the cat that ate the mouse. His buddies laughed out loud. They thought it was great. I looked around at them, remembering how, once, I was in their position, and some poor girl was in mine. Now I stood where she had stood and I didn't like it one bit. Now I understood. What was so funny to them, was humiliating, embarrassing, and belittling to me. With not much covering my privates, I was like a piece of meat on display. I was relieved when our shift was over and almost ran to Judy's car when she said she would meet me outside.

"Well? How was your first day?" she asked, sliding into the drivers seat. Like me, she cussed at burning the backs of her legs on the sun beaten vinyl. "I know you made lots of tips. I was watching. You did well." I just stared at the dashboard. Judy steered the car down the street. After a few minutes she offered, "Come on hon. It isn't that bad. You'll get used to it. You could enjoy it, too. Think of it like this. Just for letting the men grope you and giving them verbal foreplay, they'll give you bigger tips. Don't be surprised if a woman in a business suit feels you up sometime. They like it too." I stared harder at the dash, "I'm not getting breasts." She smirked, "Yes, you are. You will do as you are told. In about fifteen minutes, to be exact. After today, you won't wear a bra because I tell you to, you'll wear it because you have to. Now, get out of the car." She had pulled into a parking lot outside of a professional building. I didn't move. "How many times are we going to go through this before you get the message?" A jolt ran through my body and I withered with pain. The pain was more intense than any time before. "I can turn it up even more if you insist on being stubborn, Barbie." I hated her. How could she make me do this?

I slid out of the passenger side, very lady like. We were still wearing our waitress outfits. A male pedestrian whistled at us. Judy flipped her skirt up and smiled at him. "Now, move, bitch!" she snarled under her breath at me. I needed no further coaxing. The receptionist verified my appointment and escorted us to a small office where I stood next to a small operating table. I was panicking. I couldn't let this happen to me without a fight. Something flashed over my face. I struggled, but Judy held a mask firmly over my nose and mouth. "Just relax and breath deep, hon. You won't feel a thing." She was fairly strong. Having been taken by surprise and pulled backwards, off balance in my three inch pumps, I couldn't get loose in time. Darkness flooded my vision. Judy hissed in my ear, "Welcome to the women's world. Soon you'll be buxom, just like the rest of us.", then I passed out. I woke up in a recovery area, groggy from the anesthesia. A woman in a white lab coat, who must have been the surgeon who operated on me, came in. She asked how I was doing and examined my face for a moment, then my chest. I heard her telling me about temporary soreness as she pressed a prescription into my hand, then she left.

Judy helped me sit up on the edge of the bed then pulled the hospital gown off, over my head. "Wow! What a difference a day can make, hon." she mused, staring at my chest. I was still trying to focus. She slid a lace bra up my arms and fastened it behind me. "No one will ever mistake you as male again." she snickered, "I certainly wouldn't go to the beach without a top, either." I fumbled putting my blouse back on. The loose fitting top wasn't loose anymore. I had to stretch the material to button it. With Judy's help, I slid off the table. My chest bounced. It was strange. Driving home, all I could do was stare at the two soft mounds protruding from the top of my low cut peasant blouse. Every time I moved they bounced. Judy gloated at me. She helped me to my bedroom to lay down when we got back to the apartment, "Don't forget. We work at Saintan's tonight, again, and you're going back to school." she giggled. I stared blankly at her. "You get to play the schoolgirl tonight. Didn't I tell you?" She thought for a moment, "No. I must have forgotten. Anyway, all of the girls alternate roles. Last time you were the Sophisticated Lady. Tonight you get to dress as a school girl." She left me alone.

I touched my lips and cheeks, noticing they felt a little numb. Somehow they were different. Still shaky, I made my way over to the dressing mirror. All I could do was stare. My face had changed, not drastically, but the features were definitely feminine. One hell of a good looking cocktail waitress stood staring back at me. Her angelic face, with high cheek bones and arched, pouty, lips hovered over a body to die for. Her soft, bulging, breasts heaved up and down with every breath. The short, flared skirt emphasized her legs, making them look long and lean. My mind screamed disagreement with the image in the mirror. I was a man, now permanently trapped inside a woman's body. No one would ever believe the vision of loveliness in the mirror had ever been male. I covered my face with my hands and started to sob. Things all happened too fast. Everything was out of my control. I didn't want to be a female, yet here I stood, almost a perfect model of one. I lay down on the bed. My mind raced through the past two days of events and I fell asleep.

It was Judy again, shaking me awake, "Come on, hon! We have to get there early to set up. I laid your outfit on the chair. I'll be in the living room when you are ready." I felt like I was in a dream. The situation seemed hopeless, so I did the only thing I could do. I got dressed. Judy had laid a schoolgirl uniform on the chair for me. It was a blue plaid jumper, white ruffled blouse with peplum collar, white knee socks, and a pair of black, patent, Baby Jane shoes. I put on a white lace bra and ruffled panty set she had laid out with the rest of the items. Like the previous night, the panties had no rear. I knew what that meant. The blouse, jumper, socks, and shoes fit perfect. It really did make me look like a well endowed schoolgirl. In the living room, Judy put my hair into two braided pony tails, one on each side of my head. She fastened them with cute little butterfly clips. We drove to Saintan's, the BDSM club, in silence. We must have looked like mother and daughter, because when we stopped for gas, the attendant commented how pretty Judy's daughter was. She smiled at him and said, "Yes she is, isn't she. The most perfect little girl a mother could want." I cringed. I wasn't a girl, damned it! The pleated skirt of my jumper was short and I tugged it down when he kept leering through the front windshield while pretending to clean it. From sexy cocktail waitress to cute schoolgirl, all in one day.

At the club Linda led me to a small room that was decorated like a grade school class room. It had one, old fashioned student desk and one teacher's desk. The desks had leather restraints mounted to them. "Over here." she commanded. I followed her to the student's desk. "Place your feet here." she said, indicating spots next to the desk legs, on the floor. "No" I said defiantly, "I'm not doing this again." Without hesitation, she picked up a ruler from the desk and slapped me hard across the cheek with it. The sting brought tears to my eyes. "Young lady, you will do as you are told!" she snarled. "No!" I spat. "Very well," she sighed, "you will learn sooner or later." Her hand slid into the pocket of her skirt and a jolt shook my body. She pushed me over the desk and kicked my feet apart to where she had indicated. I tried to move but was temporarily paralyzed. I felt the leather straps being pulled snug around my ankles, then she pulled my arms over the front of the desk and did the same with my wrists. "You have to earn your keep somehow, little girl. Until I can think of a better way, this is it. Do you know how many women wish they could work here and make the kind of money you're getting paid?" She pulled a head harness, ball gag from a drawer and placed it over my head, roughly putting the ball between my lips and pulling the straps tight. "Don't bother trying to answer. I'll tell you. Lots." She flipped my skirt up onto my back and put some lubricant in my but crack, then slid two fingers in and out of my bum. I could tell she liked it. I didn't and squirmed to get free. She leaned over me, "Class is in session." she whispered into my ear, licking it gently with her tongue.

I watched her saunter over to the teachers desk, stand beside it with her back to it, spread her feet so her ankles were next to its legs and fasten the cuffs. She glanced my way as she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse enough to show her cleavage and the lace of her bra. Judy placed a ball gag in her own mouth and fastened it about her head. Then she laid back onto the desk top, stretching her arms over her head she fastened her wrists to the cuffs mounted there. I could hear the clasps lock into place. We were trapped. Captive players in a scene I didn't want to be in. Fifteen minutes later club goers started milling around the room. Making out with their partners, then moving on to us. A man fondled my but cheeks as I lay helpless, over the desk. I learned last time that struggling was a waste. A couple had proceeded to play with Judy. The woman pulled Judy's blouse farther open to expose a breast, then eased it from the bra. She gently licked and sucked it. Her male partner stood between Judy's legs, caressing her stocking clad thighs, then he slowly pushed her skirt up so he could access her privates. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and pressed it against her vagina. Judy moaned and closed her eyes as it slowly slid inside her.

My cock was getting hard as I watched. I tried to fight it but couldn't. The man behind me had unzipped his trousers also. I knew what was coming. What else would a horny guy do to a sexy looking schoolgirl bound over a desk? I could feel him rubbing his member up and down my crack, then pressure as he pressed it into me. It slid in slowly and stifled my breath. "Oh. Oh, baby. Unh, baby!" he grunted. Part of me screamed, no. Another said yes. I was confused. He thought he was screwing a girl named, Barbie. A voice in my head said, yeah, Barbie Baby. I wasn't a girl, but I found myself starting to enjoy being screwed. I watched Judy being pumped by the man and fondled by the woman. Another young woman came over to me. She gently removed the harness from my head and smiled. She was pretty. I looked sheepishly back, "No, please. Don't" I pleaded. There was that soft, female voice again. She held my face in her hands and started French kissing me. Her tongue explored my mouth. She thought she was kissing another woman. Our lipsticks acted like lubricant between our lips. The man behind me pumped harder and harder, rocking me forward and back against the restraints. I was horny beyond comprehension. The woman clasped our mouths tightly together as her kissing turned into a frenzy. I realized, then, someone was behind her, pumping a cock into her vagina. Our lips were still locked together when she let out a series of stifled moans into my mouth. She was climaxing. Then I felt the man behind me erupt inside of me. I couldn't take anymore. I came so hard I almost blacked out. No one stopped. The rest of the evening was a blur after that. More of the same.

When Judy and I got home that evening, I went quietly to my room. Something inside me was changing. I didn't want to be the woman Judy was turning me into, but then, I almost enjoyed the evening's events. No! I kept telling myself. No! I'm a man, not a woman. I might look like a woman, a sexy woman at that, after what Judy had done to me, but I wasn't a woman. I was a man. Only women like to be screwed. Only women looked like I did and wanted to be laid. Then it occurred to me. I was almost there. When I spoke, I sounded like a woman. Facially, I looked like a woman. I had breasts and dressed like a woman. I worked as a woman. And tonight, I was screwed like a woman. The only thing that made me male was between my legs and in my mind, and my mind seemed to be turning on me. I sat bolt, upright in my bed. Judy wouldn't dare think of anything that fiendish, would she? Panic raced through my mind.

 

 

 

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