Girlie

by Marco

 

My girlfriend enrolled me in something called a "Sissy academy" with the explanation that it was an academy for Bikers, I turned up Stoned in Leather jacket and jeans and was immediately met at the door by a large woman with too much make-up who invited me in, "Go and get undressed!" she ordered pointing at a door, Intrigued and a little shocked I obeyed and stripped down to my undies, she then walked in, after gathering up my clothes she said "Undies and socks please!" after requiring an explanation from her she repeated in a stern voice "Undies And Socks, NOW!" My mind was racing like E-type cottonwool as I complied and she left with my Biker gear, Standing there stark naked I began to get a little concerned which soon became justified when she reappeared with frilly cotton knickers, some opaque white stockings and associated frilly accoutrements, then some other women armed with make up and shaving gear set about primping and preening me, plucking eyebrows, shaving my legs, and my chest; confused as hell now I said "anyone mind if I roll a joint?" To be honest I was being treated so nicely and gently and wasn't just a little turned on by the whole situation, When they had finished what they were so expertly doing I finished the joint, a particularly strong sinsemilla, I say that to placate any understanding of what was happening to me, They left me in this room with this underwear, having left with the order "Put Those on Now!" I couldn't help myself and in no time at all I was standing in front of the mirror wearing frilly cotton knickers and opaque white elasticated stockings. Now don't get me wrong, My girlfriend had suggested some time ago that we try experimenting with crossdressing but if my Biker mates found out then My life would have been unbearable and I would have been condemned to a life of piss-taking and girlie namecalling…I complied and just as I was struggling to fasten the Lacy white Basque the door opened and a woman walked in "Need any help sweetie?" after hanging a pink satin party dress with puffy sleeves and White lace trimmed on the hook behind the door she deftly fastened the Basque behind me, "Try that on for me sweetie! Lets see how you look" My Mind boggled as I struggled into the frilly Party dress, catching sight of myself in the full-length mirror I felt incredibly turned on. My gentle tormentor returned with Pink slingback shoes with little white bows on the fronts in my size "How did she know my size?" I puzzled. She ordered, "Put these on and I think you're nearly ready" I slipped easily into the dainty shoes and after some make-up tips encouraged experimentally upon myself I was invited downstairs to "join the Party!" so with Marijuana cigarette in hand and Marijuana vision in full effect the woman who had taken my hand to guide me down the stairs guided me gingerly into the main hall where All my biker mates were clad in Jeans and T-shirts with pints in hands "Happy Birthday" they all shouted in unison, "We all knew you were a Girl!".

Marco…

  

  

  

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