Gone A-Go-Go

by Swimfan

 

Practicing my go-go dancing became a full-time occupation. I studied dance moves, refined the grace of my mannerisms, and acquired all kinds of sexy clothes and accessories. I was making hundreds of dollars a night, three nights per week, for showing off my admiration of the female body in front of an appreciative audience of homosexual men. I didn't even need Corinne to do my makeup anymore. My hair was getting longer, but I still needed a wig for the full effect. It was now late August, almost time for my dorm mates to start returning to school, and my girlie clothes had totally overwhelmed my boy clothes. I didn't even bother wearing my boy underwear anymore. I had taken to wearing skirts and sandals on work days, in public, to get myself into character for the night's labours. None of my dorm mates were particularly surprised anymore, since rumours of my new habits spread like wildfire since the night Gary saw lace panties sticking out of my pants, but they were clearly disturbed.

Eric, in particular, was dumfounded when he moved back into the dorm, and saw me decked out in a denim miniskirt, two-inch heels, and a cute pink spaghetti strap top that did nothing to hide my bra straps.

"Dude," he exclaimed, "I thought Gary was joking when he told me you came out of the closet."

"Came out of the closet? I'm not gay, you know."

"What?!? Man, you're totally freaking me out right now."

"Sorry."

"You're dressed like a club girl, and you're telling me you're not a fag?"

"That's right."

"You're telling me you still chase after girls? You don't dream about sucking cock? Fuck, man, you're flaming! Look at you! You're all limp-wristed and lisping and everything!"

"Seriously," I explained, "I'm not gay. In fact, I do this because I love girls so much."

"Dude, liking girls doesn't mean you have to become one."

"If only you knew how amazing it feels to be completely surrounded by femininity at all times. I am more intimate with all things female than you could possibly ever hope to be. You think it's fun being with gorgeous women? Try to imagine how much better it is to be one! Haven't you always wanted to touch a smooth, hairless thigh? Snap a bra strap? Fondle the lace on a girl's panties? Well, I get to do that all the time now!"

"I'm sorry, Rob, but you're still flaming gay, whether you know it or not."

"Eric, you should see the girls I get to hang around with."

"Yeah, but it's not like you're getting any with them. I mean, you're practically one of them! You know how chicks like hanging out with gay guys."

"If that's what you want to think, then fine, it's your loss."

Luckily, I was on my way out to have lunch with Corinne and her friends, who were all go-go dancers, too, and just as breathtakingly gorgeous as her. I invited Eric to join us, but he said he didn't want to be seen in public with me. It might ruin his image, he said.

I was still awestruck whenever I found myself in their company, which was fairly often in recent weeks. We mostly talked about clothes, and the people we all knew on the club circuit. I looked to them for wardrobe ideas. I envied their curves. When they talked about boys, I didn't have much to say. I got to hear such raunchy details of their love lives that people like Eric and Gary would pay to hear such things. I pictured them all performing the sex acts they talked about, and would have creamed myself if I hadn't tucked up my penis for that uncluttered, feminine look in my panties.

"So, Corinne," asked Heather, as she finished a story about how easily she could convince her boyfriend-du-jour to buy her jewellery and lingerie, "Have you been getting any lately?"

"Well, there is this guy I've been seeing," she answered, not even looking at me, "but I'm still just leading him on, letting him know who's in charge. Or at least, I have been. I'm planning to let him have his reward this weekend. He's putty in my hands."

Could this finally be it? I thought to myself. Will she finally allow me to fuck her, after more than two months? Hell, I hadn't even touched her in weeks, because she'd been so distant lately. Was this part of her leading me on? It was awfully strange that the girls were talking about me as if I weren't sitting there with them.

"What's his name," asked Tess.

"His name is Tom," answered Corinne, still avoiding eye contact with me. "He tends bar at the Watering Hole."

"What?" I yelped.

"The Watering Hole. You know, the bar on 5th and Main?"

"You're seeing another guy?" I was practically in tears.

"Uh, no. Just him. What's wrong, Bobbie?"

"What about me?"

All the girls burst into laughter. "What about you?" chucked Corinne. "You're not exactly my type, being gay and all."

I was devastated. "I'm not gay! You of all people should know that!"

"Then why are you dressed like a girl? Why do you dance in gay clubs?"

"Because! I love girls! You're the one who explained all this to me!"

"You have to admit, you being all feminine makes it pretty hard for me to get into you. Girls like guys who are muscular, and big, and strong, and hairy, and have big, fat, hard dicks. You're pretty much the opposite of all that."

The thought of her slender and perfect feminine shape rubbing against that of a hard-bodied stud filled me with lust. I could just picture her slipping his massive, pulsating cock into herself. I crossed my legs, just to feel my thighs rub against each other. "Please, Corinne. What about all those nights we spent together?"

"What, it's not like you ever fucked me or anything."

I ran off to the ladies' room and fixed my makeup. Heather accompanied me, and consoled me. At least I knew I wasn't gay, even if everyone else thought I was. I was determined now to win back Corinne. I'd show her how heterosexual I am.

That night, I worked the Copa, where the boys were particularly rowdy. The whole time I thought about Corinne fucking a bodybuilder, using her body in ways that I could only dream of emulating. I was showing off my new microskirt and garter belt, picturing her in it, as usual, but dancing even more suggestively than I ever had. I was heartbroken, yet strangely horny at the same time. Most of the people in the crowd had the masculine body Corinne dreamed of. I took solace in the fact that none of them would ever want to touch her.

On my way down from the stagelet, I fended off groping hands, as usual, and hurried to the dressing room. One guy, who had dark hair and a goatee, and a tight leather vest and jeans, followed me as far as the bouncers would let him. He was a pretty good looking guy, and it was a shame for him that he was gay, I thought. I imagined him with Corinne. She certainly would love to have a guy like that! I put on my dress, and got the Hell out of there, eager to avoid any more lewd looks from these horny homosexuals.

"Slow down!" commanded a deep voice as I rushed out the back door. I turned around, and saw the same guy running after me, smiling shyly. I smiled back at him, and slipped out the door. I had no hope of outrunning him, since I was wearing heels, and he wasn't.

"Hey," he said as he caught up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm trying to get away from stalkers and rapists," I replied.

"I hope you're not referring to me."

"I don't know. Maybe I am. Are you stalking me?"

"Not exactly."

"Are you trying to rape me?"

"As much as I'd like to," he chuckled, "I'd much rather be a gentleman and ask you out on a date."

"I'm sorry," I said, blushing, "but I'm seeing somebody. She'd get jealous if she saw me with someone like you."

"She?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend."

"That's a good one."

"Seriously. I'm not gay, and I'm sick of people assuming that I am."

"You're not gay? I'm sorry for assuming you were, but you did just dance seductively in front of a roomful of flaming faggots. You'll understand my confusion." He was crowding me with his massive arms, trying to get them around my waist and shoulders. I felt vulnerable.

"It's ok. I forgive you. Now if you'll excuse me..." I pushed away his hands, which were gently groping my ass.

"OK, fine, I'm sorry. Just let me know if you ever change your mind. I'll be watching you every time you dance."

"Good night," I said, a shiver running down my spine. I had never had a gay man come on to me so strong.

The next day, Corinne called me to apologize. "I'm so sorry you had to find out like that," she said. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

We made plans to meet for drinks. She was taking me to the Watering Hole, presumably to meet her boyfriend. "You'll like him," she promised. "He's a really sweet guy. I want you to get along with him."

I wore a short floral dress for the occasion. I was angry, but I didn't want to appear jealous. I certainly didn't want to revert back to my boy clothes, because I knew that there was no way I could possibly compete with this guy. I wanted to remain comfortable throughout the ordeal. I wore my frilliest undies, mostly to remind me of my devotion to femininity.

Tom, as it turned out, had just the kind of looks Corinne had described, and which, ironically, was so rife in gay clubs. In fact, he looked just like the Copa patron who had accosted me the night before, down to the dark hair and goatee. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said as he shook my limp hand, and gazed into my eyes knowingly.

"Yes, of course," I answered grinning. "My name is Bobbie." It was him!

He served me and Corinne a few drinks, as she raved about how wonderful he was, and how they met. I said very little, but formed a dastardly little plan in my head. She was amazed at how well I was taking her betrayal. We stayed all night, having a good time, talking mostly about my glorious transformation into a transsexual. Finally, some time after last call, Tom and Corinne and I headed out the door together.

"Good night, Bobbie. Tom and I are going to my place for a nightcap." She was rubbing it all in my face.

"Corinne," he said, "let's not be rude, now. Why don't we invite Bobbie over, too?"

"What?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun."

"I'd love to!" I interjected.

"All right," said Corinne, relenting. "Come on over, Bobbie. You're welcome to a drink with us."

So we trooped over to Corinne's place, Tom with Corinne on one arm, me on the other. He made lewd jokes, and pinched our butts on the way. We went straight to the bedroom once we got there. Corinne had me strip to my frilly lingerie, and commanded me to dance as she started necking with Tom. They undressed each other as I put on a show, Tom staring at me whenever he had a chance. Corinne was humping him, just as I had imagined, and I burned with desire. She commanded me to approach, and suddenly I was joined in their embrace. I kissed them both. Tom's hand grabbed my ass again, and fondled my panties. I had one arm on Corinne's waist, and the other around Tom's.

Corinne glared territorially at me as she slid down to his crotch. He moaned with pleasure as she licked his huge penis. Meanwhile, he groped me sensually, burying his face in my tiny bosom, caressing it with kisses as he reached for my crotch. My restrained cock throbbed painfully as he teased me. I arched my back with surprise as he pushed a finger into my anus, and he tickled my navel with his tongue.

Corinne humped his leg as she sucked his cock, trying desperately to take his attention away from me. He withdrew his member from her mouth, and brought her back up, so that he could kiss her breasts. When she threw her head back and moaned, he pushed my head down to his crotch, and shoved his dick in my face.

I was overcome with sexual fervour. I had never felt so wonderfully feminine than when he nuzzled my feminized belly. I didn't have to picture Corinne's body against his. It was right in front of me. I was part of my fantasy now. Before I knew what I was doing, I was licking and sucking his penis, thinking of myself as Corinne the whole time. I almost choked on his semen when he came, not knowing how to handle it. I had jizz all over my face.

"Now look what you've done," shouted Corinne. "Now get him hard again so he can fuck me!"

I held his cock in my hand, and gently licked and stroked it back to life. To my surprise, he did not fuck Corinne with his rejuvenated manhood, but instead turned me over and shoved it into my ass. I moaned with pleasure as his shaft entered inside me. My fears of being gay were finally put to rest. How flaming gay! I thought to myself. I am getting fucked in the ass! My penis had come loose from its restraints, and I jerked myself as he humped my ass. I was experiencing the ultimate in femininity now, and I didn't want it to stop. I grinned lasciviously when I thought about how unambiguously homosexual I had become, all because I loved girls so much.

  

  

  

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