The New Girlfriend

by Jennifer White

 

I thought I was so lucky to have a girlfriend like Maria. She was pretty, smart, and she loved me so much that not only did she let me make lv to her all the time, she even invited me to move into her apartment with her! I had it all made; a place to sleep, a woman who loved me, fed me, and satisfied my every need.

Every need except one that is: when Maria was working, I loved to dress up in her things. Being in her sexy clothes made me feel special. The more feminine I felt in her things, the better I felt. Ever since I had worn his sister's skirt for the first time, I had such a need to explore girl's clothes, and to feel special by doing it.

One day, Maria told me that she had a hair appointment, and then she was going to get her nails done. That left me with several hours alone. Naturally, I went straight to her bedroom, and started to dress up in her things. I started by putting on her new purple bra and panty set, which felt awesome to wear. Ever since she bought it, I had been dying to get into it. With the padded cups, my "boobs" would look smooth and nice after I stuffed them full. Now I proudly modeled it for myself in the mirror.

Then I put on her white skirt, and a pink tank top. I loved her in that outfit; I had fantasized about seeing myself in it too. Next, it was off to her makeup table, so I could do my eyes, my lips and my cheeks. It was too bad her feet were too small, and I couldn't fit into her shoes! I wanted to see myself in shoes with pointy toes and nice high heels. But I could put on a pair of her pantyhose. Now fully dressed, I walked out to the livingroom, so I could find her latest copy of Vogue, and read along, pretending that I was one of the girls in the photos.

But on this fateful day, I ran into a problem. Maria's neighbor. We was in the kitchen!

Before Maria had ever even met me, she had lived in her apartment. Next door to her was a man named Craig who was very nice to her. So nice in fact, that she had been interested in dating him, until she found out that he wasn't interested in girls. He only dated other boys. But they stayed close friends, and he was quite protective of her.

Because they were such good friends, they had keys to each other's apartments. On this day, unbeknownst to me, Craig needed to borrow a cup of coffee, since he was out. He must have knocked on the door, but hadn't heard him from the back. So had let himself in.

I turned in shock and panic to see Craig standing there.

"Well hello there, gorgeous" he said.

"This isn't what it looks like" I said, as I tried to make a break for the bedroom.

"It looks like you're dressed up in your girlfriend's clothes" said Craig. "Are you saying those are yours?"

"No, I mean..."

There was no way to explain my way out of this one. I had been caught red handed by Craig. And Craig was quite excited.

"Does Maria know about this, darling?" he asked.

I didn't like being called darling!

"Um.... not really" I said.

"So that's a 'no' then" said Craig. "Would you like for me to tell her?"

"No!!!!" I replied, scared that I'd lose the best thing he ever had in the world.

"So we have a problem here. I so want to tell my friend Maria what her boyfriend does when she's out."

"Please don't" I said, really scared that Craig would do it.

"Hmmm" said Craig. "Why shouldn't I tell her? What's in it for me if I don't?"

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I know!" said Craig. "How about a date!"

"A date?" I asked, horrified.

"Yes, darling. A date. Seeing you like that really turns me on. I want you to go out with me on a date, or else I'll tell Maria everything."

"But a date? Like this?"

"You're the one who likes being a woman" said Craig. "We'll go out Friday. Come over to my place at 6:00. I'll have a nice outfit all ready for you. I've got a pair of heels that should fit you, a nice wig, breast forms, and everything. You'll have a ball."

"But I'm supposed to go to the movies with Maria on Friday. How about...."

"Well, you'll just have to make up an excuse then, won't you? 6:00 sharp, or she finds out."

"Okay" I said, seething mad. Of course, it was all my fault, but I was still mad at him!

"Oh, and one more thing, gorgeous" said Craig.

"What?" I said, exasperated.

"This" said Craig, who pulled out his cell phone, and used it to snap several pictures of me in my feminine getup.

"What did you do that for?"

"Now she'll believe me when I tell on you, if you don't hold up your end of the bargain. 6:00 babe. I can't wait! I'll treat you like a lady, and you'll get to see what its like to date a nice man. Ta-ta!"

With that Craig left. And I was left in a state of shock and panic. I quickly took off Maria's things, and swore an oath never to dress up again. Not that any of my similar oaths in the past had ever worked. But this time, I meant it!

* * *

It was terrible on Friday. I had to lie to Maria that I had a family emergency. Then I had to sneak over to Craig's place, without her catching me in the hallway. I was terrified as I waited outside his door. He took his time answering, then made me stand there for a minute before he let me in. And he decided to torture me.

"Ah babe, you showed up for your date. I like a man who is punctual."

"Hi Craig" I said. "Can I come in?"

"Oooh, and forward too. You little minx. Come in to my humble abode."

Of course, his apartment was decorated in high fashion, with an ultramodern decor, and all that. I didn't care; I just wanted to get out of the hallway, so Maria wouldn't see me! I'd be dead if she caught me. I'd never be able to explain my way out of that one!

"I have everything all ready for your transformation" said Craig, showing me to the bedroom. I looked on the bed at what he had ready for me, and I was a little taken aback. There was a gorgeous outfit, sexy lingerie, big realistic breast forms, a high priced fancy wig, and everything. Even a pair of black pumps that would fit my foot. The outfit was a black one-piece, with a wide belt with a big buckle to tighten around my middle, and bring out my 'curves'. There was also a waist cincher to help in that department, along with sheer nylons and a garter.

I was torn between the excitement of getting to dress up in all that fancy stuff, and the fact that after I did so, I was going to have to go out on a date with Craig! What a terrible dilemma!

"I'll leave you alone sweetness, so you can primp and preen. Your makeup is on the counter over there. Do wear the nail extensions; I like a girl with long nails. You can wear any of the jewelry that you'd like. I'll be waiting in the livingroom. I'll make us drinks!"

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation and glee. I felt sick to my stomach. It was reluctantly that I took off my clothes after he closed the door. Of course, I kept my body free from hair; I had told Maria that it made me itch, and she bought that. I first put on the panties, which were black and sheer, with lacy trim and a little bow on the front. Then I put on the bra, which was a perfect match. It too had the little bow. I stuffed it full with the breast forms. The box said they were d-cups, and they did fill the bra almost to the bursting point it seemed. They had large pointy nipples on the ends. They showed right through the bra, as if I had big hard nipples. Ew!

Now I put on the waist cincher, and pulled it tight, before closing the straps. Now I was ready for the garter belt, and then the nylons. I loved nylons, and how the felt on my legs. Just not on this night, knowing that Craig would be staring at my legs in them! I quickly pulled on the half-slip, and then the black one-piece. I put the belt on, and between that, the breast forms and the cincher, I looked like I had curves. Great.

I stepped into the shoes, to get used to them, and then went to work on my makeup. With an expert hand I did my face, put on some clip-on earrings, and then the wig. I put on the nail extensions, which were prepainted a bright red color. I looked wonderful. I had never seemed so feminine in all my years of dressing up. But I dreaded what I was going to do in a few minutes, as I put on my necklace, a bracelet, and a couple of rings.

There was a note on the table by the jewelry. It was for me. It said

My Dearest,

Once you are all dressed up, you are no longer yourself. You are Linda.

Craig.

Linda? That was his name for me? I never saw myself as a Linda. I didn't like the Linda's I knew. I didn't like this at all. I put on a few puffs of perfume, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was more than passable as a woman. Unless someone knew it was me, I would probably be able to fool them. But now came the dreadful part: facing Craig. I opened up the door, and walked out into his livingroom.

"My dear Linda" he said, standing up. "You look absolutely ravishing."

"Thank you" I said softly.

"Come here darling, have a seat next to me."

I walked over, and sat down next to where he stood. He handed me a drink that smelled like fruit. I needed a drink at this point; I took a deep sip of it. He smiled and put his hand on my knee, which made me feel completely vulnerable. I flinched, but he didn't let go.

"I made us reservations at the Bistro tonight, princess" he said. "I'll treat my girl to the best."

I smiled weakly, and had another sip of my drink. Tasted like rum. I took another one. I sure hoped that in public, I didn't see anyone I knew. What if the recognized me? This evening was going to be terrible! At least it would be dark at the Bistro. A nice romantic setting. Great. Just what I didn't want!

"I could just look at your beauty all night" he said, as he moved closer so that his leg touched mine. "I could just drink you up all night long."

"I could use another drink" I said.

"No time my love! We must head out now."

He handed me a purse, which I slung over my shoulder. He put his arm around my waist, and I felt repulsed by the touch. But he didn't let go. He guided me as he walked us to the elevator, then downstairs, and to his car.

"Do you want to ruin your reputation being seen around with a woman?" I asked, hoping for a way out.

"If anyone asks, I'll just tell them you're a man" he replied.

Great. That didn't work!

"I'm so excited to be out on a date with you" he said. "Aren't you?"

"Not really" I said.

"You're going to have to act like my date tonight" he said, "or we'll just have to do this all again next weekend. Now try it again Linda, but with a little more feeling this time."

"I'm excited to be out on a date with you too" I said, although I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I wasn't just being forced to go out on a date; I had to act like I liked it too? This was getting worse and worse by the moment! Craig took hold of my hand, and I wanted to pull back, but he waved his finger at me as a warning.

"Look at the time Linda. We need to get going. Grab your purse, and lets get out of here."

I put the purse over my arm. Craig smiled as he held the door open for me, as if it would be too hard for me to open a door. I didn't like being treated like a lady at all. Not by him! As I stepped through the door though, I held my breath. What if Maria was out there? What if she saw me like this? And recognized me? I'd be dead meat. I was truly scared.

I felt lucky that nobody was in the hall. Craig locked his arm in mine, and I walked with him towards the elevator. Here was another moment that I could be discovered. I prayed as the door opened that nobody was on it. I felt so relieved when it was empty! We rode down to the ground floor. I could see my distorted reflection in the door. Me as a woman.

Now the doors were going to open, and I was scared again. Lucky for me, nobody was in the lobby. Craig held the door open, and we walked out to his car. A gust of wind blew, and my skirt brushed against my nylon wrapped legs. I had never felt that before! It kind of felt good, but at the same time it served to remind me that I was outside, dressed up as a girl. I was terrified!

Craig opened up the passenger door, and I got in. He walked around to the driver's side, and got in himself. As he drove, I felt like this ride was a metaphor for the night: he was driving, I was along for the ride. He was in control of the car, just as he was in control of me. I was just a passenger in the car, unable to steer, just like I was unable to do anything about what we did this night. I didn't like how it felt to be in such a position. I felt weak. I felt powerless. I felt like my life was completely out of control.

"I don't know if I can go in like this" I said. "What if someone I know sees me?"

"All you need to do is act the part properly" said Craig. "Just be my girl."

"I don't understand" I said.

"Look" he replied. "If you go in, and act like a man in a dress, then people will see you as a man in a dress. If you go inside and you act like my loving devoted girlfriend, then people will see you as that. Act like a woman, and they'll think you're a woman. If someone figures out that its you, it will be because you gave yourself away."

"But I can't do that!" I said.

"You'll have to. Look at your posture! You're leaning away from me. As my lover, you should be leaning towards me, staring into my eyes, and making a big fuss over me. You should be holding my hand, and talking to me like you want me. Act like you want me. Act like you're a woman. That is the only way to make people think you are one."

We arrived at the Bistro, and Craig used the valet parking. He locked his arm in mine, as we walked in. I was so scared! It was fortunate the place was dimly lit. But someone still might catch me. We sat down, and the waiter handed Craig the wine list.

"Look around at all the other couples" he said. "See how the women are looking at their men? See how that one has her chin on her hands as she staring at him, laughing. See how that one is trying to sit as seductively as possible to make her date interested. See how the one over there is twirling her hair in her fingers. They're all flirting with their dates. You're a woman now. You need to act like them. And look at your legs! You're sitting like a man. Now start behaving like you're my date and you're interested in me, or else everyone will know all about you!"

I had no choice. He was right. I needed to act like a woman who was interested in my date. This was going to be hard, if not impossible. But I had to do it, or I would be found out.

It was so hard all night, pretending to be interested in Craig and what he was saying. He was enjoying himself, acting like he was on a date. Knowing that he liked dating guys, this was fun for him. But it was torture for me: I already had Maria for a girlfriend, and I had not interest in being with a man! But I had slipped up, and now I was unable to get out of this situation.

Craig treated me like a lady all night long. My only escape was a quick trip to the rest room. It was quick because dressed as I was, I needed to use the ladies room. I had to sit down to go pee. As I did so, I heard a couple of women enter, which made me feel really scared that they'd see me and find me out. So I had to stay in the stall until they were done.

What was almost worse though, was that they were talking about their dates, and whether or not each one though the other's guy was good enough to take to bed!

"I want him. He's a hottie" said one.

"He is cute" said the other. "I'd do him."

They giggled, and continued talking about their men. When I had been dating girls, I had always hoped I'd "get lucky" with them. I had no idea that they planned it out so far in advance! I thought it was a thing on the spur of the moment. At least with these two chicks, they were planning everything.

"Make him buy you drinks, then take you dancing" said the first girl.

"Yeah. If he won't dance, he won't score tonight."

"And he had better not be checking out anyone else. If he's not totally into you, don't let him get into your pants."

Again they giggled. I shuddered. I wasn't going to let my "date" score with me! I was going to get out of there as fast as I could. It was safe to return to the table, so I did. I tried to pretend I was into it as Craig told me more about himself. I was so relieved when at last he paid the bill, and it was time to go.

He drove us back to his apartment, and now I had to hold my breath and hope that nobody saw me coming in to the elevator and the hallway, dressed up as I was. Again I was fortunate that nobody was there, and we got into his apartment without incident. My heart was really pounding though from the surge of adrenaline.

Craig let me by the hand to the bedroom where I had changed. Just inside the door, he used a move on me that I had used on girls dozens of times before: he positioned himself so that my back was to the wall, and I couldn't move away from him. He put one arm on the wall, trapping me close to him.

"I had a wonderful night, Linda" he said. "Tell me that you did too."

"Yes" I was forced to say, "It was a wonderful night, Craig."

"I hope we can do it again some time."

With that, he leaned forward, and gave me a kiss! I couldn't get away; the wall was behind me. I felt so powerless against him, and I hated that feeling! I couldn't look and see his face in mine, so I closed my eyes. I was really glad when he at last let go of me, and said goodnight. He closed the door, so I could change back into being my real self.

As quickly as I could, I got out of the wig, the clothes, the lingerie. I put on my own things, and it felt so good to be back in them! I rushed to the bathroom to was the makeup off my face. I kept washing and washing. I felt so dirty. I double checked that there were no signs on me of being dressed up as Linda. I toweled off, and hurried towards the door to leave.

Craig just smiled as I hurried past him, and out the door. I let myself back into Maria's apartment. She was there, and she wasn't happy with me.

"Is that perfume I smell on you?" she said, making my heart stop for a moment.

"Um, my aunt hugged me good-bye. That must be what you smell."

"Really" she said in an accusing tone of voice.

She was pretty upset with me, and she didn't even kiss me good night. I wasn't going to score with her that night, for sure. I was so glad my night as Linda was over, and that it was all behind me.

* * *

 

A few days later, while Maria was in the shower, there was a knock at the door. I opened it up, and I was angry when I saw who it was. Craig. That rat! How dare he show up here, after what he had done to me!

"Saturday" he said, handing me an envelope.

"No way" I replied. "I did everything you asked me. Its done now. Over."

"Saturday, 6:00 sharp. You'll be there."

He smiled, and turned to leave. I seethed with anger. I wanted to smack him! I looked at the yellow envelope in my hands, and wondered what was inside. I opened it up, and I almost fell over when I saw it. Pictures of me.

He must have had a hidden camera in his bedroom. There was a picture of me putting on the bra. Then one of me putting in the breast forms. You could see I was getting hard, as my body reacted out of instinct. There were pictures of me dressing up, putting on makeup, and stepping into the high heels.

Then there were a couple showing me arm and arm with Craig, as we walked out. And the worst of all: pictures of us in the bedroom, as he kissed me. From the picture it didn't look like I was resisting or anything. With my eyes closed, it looked like I was enjoying it or something. How could he have done this to me?

I was trapped. This was blackmail. There was a short note telling me to be there at 6:00 for my date, or else Maria would receive a copy of the pictures, along with my family, my boss, my friends and my coworkers. Lastly, it told me that I had better show up already wearing a pair of Maria's panties, and one of her bras.

I felt so upset, I felt a tear run down my cheek.

* * *

Saturday I had to make up an excuse why I wasn't doing something with Maria. Again, she was quite upset that we weren't going to be together on a weekend. We both had jobs and worked hard, so the weekends were when we did things together, and had fun. To make matters worse, I had to find a way to sneak on a pair of her panties and one of her bras, so I could have them on when I arrived at Craig's apartment. I was so afraid that she'd detect them under my clothes, and blow up at me!

I went over to Craig's, and he led me to the bedroom, so I could become Linda again. This time, he had a short black skirt for me, along with a red sleeveless top. I dressed up again, knowing full well that his hidden cameras were taking more pictures of me. How was I ever going to get out of this?

"If a girl goes out with a guy on a second date," he said, "that means she really likes him."

I scowled.

"I love when you pout, my princess. It turns me on, and makes me want to kiss your lips."

Great. Just what I wanted. Not!

This time, he took me to the art museum, which was a place I had take girls I was dating, when I tried to impress them. Now it was impossible to hide in the shadows, like at the Bistro. I was out in public, and I felt scared enough that I was trembling. Afterwards, we had a nice dinner, although I again hated the fact that I was out in public like this.

"Don't worry honey" assured Craig. "You'll get used to it eventually."

Those words sent a chill through me. He didn't want to do this to me once or twice, he was going to keep doing it, sending me out in public like this again and again.

"What can I do to end this all?" I asked him bluntly, when we got to the car.

"Become a woman. If you had a pussy, I'd loose all interest in you. Otherwise, you're mine now, sweetheart."

"Please stop this" I said. "I love Maria. I'm going to ask her to marry me. Why can't you find someone else?"

"Because I've fallen in love with you, princess" he replied, putting his hand on my knee. "I want you."

This upset me so much that I didn't speak again as we rode back to his place. I almost hoped that Maria would catch me in the hallway now. If she saw me like this, and we had a blowup, I could move far away from her, and from Craig. For the first time, I contemplated leaving her, just to get away from him.

At his apartment, he insisted that I sit down on the couch. After pouring us glasses of wine, he sat next to me, and put his arm around me. I squirmed, but he held me close.

"You've been dating men now" he said. "You can never take that back. As long as you live, the fact will be that you've gone out not once, but twice with the same man. Do you know what that makes you?"

"No" I said.

"It makes you mine. Look how hard you're getting me."

He took my hand, and placed it on his lap. I could feel him poking up there. It made me feel sick that I was making him react like that!

"Unzip my pants babe" he said. "Go down on me. Suck my dick, princess."

I glared at him. I would do no such thing.

"Never" I said.

Craig just smiled at me.

"Oh, you will" he said. "You see, it is 11:10 right now. Just a moment ago, I had my friend Bob slide an envelope under Maria's door, full of interesting pictures. If you hurry home, you can get it before she does. But you can't leave here, until you make me come. So what will it be, princess? Will you give me a happy ending to our date? Or will you just sit there, while Maria finds out that you're dating me?"

It was blackmail on top of blackmail. Now I was in a total panic. I had to do the deed, and get back to my own clothes as quickly as possible, so I could get to the envelope before Maria did. If she found it first, my life would be ruined! I was going to have to perform an act that I had never even dreamed of. One which I had no desire for, but which I was being forced to do.

With a trembling hand, I reached down and unzipped his fly.

"That's a good girl, Linda darling" he said. "Tell me that you want me."

"I want you" I said in a shaky voice.

"Now reach in, and guide my dick out into the open."

I did that. It felt awful to touch another man's penis.

"Tell me how big I am" he ordered.

"Ooh, you're so big" I said, without enthusiasm.

"Its you that's getting me all hard" he said. "Show me how much you love me, princess. Put your pretty head down in my lap, open up those pouty lips of yours, and suck me."

I was almost in tears as I did what he ordered. I felt like gagging as it went into my mouth and reached the back of my throat. I had made girlfriends do this to me in the past, so I knew what it took make him reach his clmx, but it disgusted me to do it. I had never thought that it was so repulsive to have one of those things in your mouth. I swore I'd never make a girlfriend do this to me, ever again.

"You're my girlfriend now" said Craig. "You're dating a man, and you've become his girlfriend. One day soon, you'll be living here with me, instead of next door with that woman. You're going to become my woman. You're already my girlfriend, but some day soon you'll be my wife."

As he said the word 'wife', I felt a splash in my mouth. I hated how it tasted! I wanted to gag, but he told me to be sure to swallow it all. I stood up, and ran back to the bedroom, in tears. He patted me on the butt as I stood up, which made me jump. As quick as humanly possible, I undressed, go out of my makeup, put on my own clothes, and hurried over to Maria's. There, just under the door was a plain yellow oversized envelope, just like Craig said.

"Oh, what's that you've got?" asked Maria.

"Its nothing" I said, quickly changing the subject. "I'm so sorry I couldn't make it tonight. Tell me about your evening! I want to hear every detail."

"Well," started Maria, "You couldn't go, so I took Kate with me. We had a great time. She said that...."

As Maria started telling me every detail of the night, I kind of zoned out, thinking of the horrible thing I had done. And worse yet, Craig's threats. He said I was his girlfriend now! And he said I was going to become his wife. I wanted to hold Maria, and never let her go. I never wanted to leave her apartment again in all my life.

That night I went down on her, to get the bad taste out of my mouth. I made love to her too, and I told her that I loved her with all my heart, and that I never wanted to leave her. I was going to ask her to marry me. Craig couldn't make me his wife if I was already married to her.

* * *

It was just one day later, when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, princess" said the voice on the phone. Craig.

"Hi" I said, without much enthusiasm.

"I need you, baby" he said. "I have to see you tonight! I have a present for you."

"But I'm busy tonight" I told him.

"Do we have to go over this every time? I don't care what plans you have. You're my girl now, and when I tell you to be here, you're going to be here. 5:00. You had better be in your panties and bra again. See you then."

"Wait..." I said, but to no avail. He hung up.

Once again I had to risk being discovered, by wearing some of Maria's underwear. Then I had to break a date with her, and go to see Craig. This was getting worse and worse by the moment.

I incurred Maria's wrath, then snuck out to see Craig, right at 5:00 like he demanded.

"Well hello, princess!" he said, all smily and happy to see me.

"Hello" I said glumly. He was ruining my life.

"Go get dressed up, while I pour the wine."

In the bedroom, there was a new outfit for me. It was all pink, very frilly, and so feminine that it was almost intimidating, even for me. I put in my breast forms, I dressed up in the new outfit, put on my makeup and my wig. There were new pink shoes that matched the flirty skirt, as well as pink "press on" nails. I put it all on, then went over to the livingroom, full of dread.

I sat down next to Craig, and he put his arm around me.

"I have some presents for you" he said, gleefully.

"Oh?" I replied, not sure that I wanted anything he was going to give to me!

"First, I have this for you."

He handed me a pink bag, full of tissue paper. I pulled it out, and found that inside was a large tube with some kind of cream.

"What's this?" I asked.

"breast cream" he said. "It will make your little boobs grow out, so that they can fill up your bra. You will put it on every night, and in no time at all, you'll have real boobs! Isn't that exciting?"

No! It wasn't! I liked to dress up in girl's clothes. But I didn't want to have real boobs! How could I hide it, if I had boobs on my chest?

"Next, I have this for you" he said, handing me a jewelry box. I opened it up, and saw inside a gold heart shaped pendant, with diamonds, on a long gold chain. Craig took it, and put it on me. I felt the cold metal from the heart touching me on my chest.

"A heart for my love" he said.

I wanted to get up and flee. But how could I, dressed up as I was?

"Kiss me, princess" he said.

Before I could protest, he moved closer to me, and gave me a big kiss. He held my wrists with his powerful hands, and I was unable to fight back, as he put his tongue into my mouth.

"Now close your eyes princess. I have one more thing for you. Something very special."

I didn't know what he was going to do, and I was reluctant to close my eyes, even for a moment!

"Do it!" he snapped in an angry tone of voice. "You don't want to anger me!"

I nodded, and closed my eyes. I felt him take my left hand. Suddenly, I felt something cold touch my finger. I opened my eyes to see that he was slipping a ring on my finger. It was a gold band, with a three carat diamond! It looked like an engagement ring.

"There princess. Now you are not just my girlfriend, you're my fiancé."

No! This was beyond bad. I reached for the wine glass, to take a deep drink. I really needed a drink now!

"Now that we're engaged" he said, "There is no reason for you to hold out on me anymore."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I've waited and waited, but I'm not going to put up with any more of your girlish games. Tonight, you are going to make love to me, and show me that you love me as much as I love you."

"I can't...." I said, imagining the horror.

"Yes you can, and you will. Right now in fact."

"Craig, no!" I said.

"Do you see my computer over there?" he asked.

"Yes" I said.

"I've just written an email to your dear Maria. Attached are a dozen of my favorite pictures of you. Like the one from the other day, with you going down on me. Do you think she will like to see you dressed up as a woman, with a dick in your mouth?"

"Craig, no! Please!" I said.

"All I have to do is to push 'send', and your life is over. Or you can accept my offer, and let me make love to you. Then I'll let you push 'cancel' instead. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes" I said.

"Yes what?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yes darling. Or yes, my love. Or something like that. You need to show me you care too, princess."

"Yes, darling" I said, hating the words as I spoke them.

"Tell me you want me" he ordered.

"I want you" I said.

"Tell me you think I'm such a big man, and you want me inside you."

"You're such a big man. I want you inside me" I said.

"Since you want me too, okay" he said, as he started to remove his pants. Soon, his boxers were off too, and his hands were all over me. He stood me up, and moved me over to the wall.

"Put your hands on the wall" he ordered.

I did as he commanded, and soon I felt him reaching up under my skirt, and pulling down my panties. Then he pulled up the skirt in back, and started touching me on my rear. I felt a cold sensation for a moment as he put some kind of gel or cream on me back there. And then he started to put himself inside of me.

"I've dreamed of this for so long, princess!" he said. "How does it feel to have such a big man inside you?"

"You're so big" I said, without feeling any enthusiasm for it. It was discomforting, more than anything.

He started to thrust at me, harder and harder. Soon he was really going at it. He was hitting me in a spot that made me start to hard, even against my will. I felt his hand reach around me in the front, and grab my dick with his hand, along with a big patch of my skirt. He started to slide his hand, jerking me off.

"We're both going to come together" he said.

I tried not to, but being dressed up always turned me on. And with all the stimulation, it didn't take all that much to make me came, even though I didn't want to. I felt him stop his thrusting, and I felt something warm dripping out of me back there.

"Now you've made love with me" he said. "That makes me your man. You're going to be my bride, Linda. You're wearing my ring. You are all mine, forever."

I cried, and ran into the shower to clean myself up.

* * *

I knew what I had to do. I needed to end things with Craig. First of all, I needed to marry Maria, so I couldn't be 'his'. We made plans for Friday night, so we could tie the knot. I went out with her on Thursday, and helped her pick out a dress. It was white and pretty, and I couldn't wait to see her in it! As soon as we were man and wife, I'd admit to her that I liked to dress up. Then Craig wouldn't have any power over me.

Friday came, and I was really nervous. I didn't want anything to go wrong. I just needed to wait for Maria to return home from work. As soon as she arrived, we'd be in the car, and take off. I didn't answer the phone or the door all day, in case it was Craig. For all he knew, I was at work!

Finally, Maria came home. I told her how much I loved her, and that we needed to get going right away.

"I rented a hotel room for the night" I told her. "You can change there. Lets get out of here quickly."

"What's the rush?" she asked.

"Please? Just hurry?"

"Okay, let me gather my things" she replied.

She went back into her bedroom, while I paced.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure!" I said, rushing in to see what she wanted.

"We'll be on our honeymoon for a week. Can you give this note to Craig next door, with the list of things to do while we're gone? The plants will need to be watered, the fish fed, and all that."

"Okay" I said.

Like I wanted to see him! But she had asked me to do this. I took the note from her, and headed over to Craig's. I wasn't about to knock on the door and see him! I would just slip it under. I bent over, started to slide it into his door.... and suddenly the door swung open.

"Hello, princess" he said. "I've been expecting you."

"Hi Craig" I said. "Maria and I are going away for a few days, and she wanted you to stop by and take care of a few things while we're gone."

"She can take care of them herself" he replied.

"No she can't. We're going away...."

"She's not going anywhere" said Craig.

"Look" I replied. "I've got to go."

I could hear her in the hallway.

I took a step back, but Craig grabbed me by the wrists. He pulled me towards him, and started to give me a kiss, right as Maria walked up on us.

"Ugh!" I said, spitting out the words. "You're sick!"

"But princess, you like it when we kiss" he said.

"Lets get out of here Maria" I replied. "He disgusts me."

Maria stood there staring, and didn't move.

"Maria?" I asked.

I saw tears in her eyes. I turned to see what she was staring at. It was Craig's walls. They were covered with full sized posters of me, dressed up as a woman. One of them had us kissing. One of them was of him doing me, the other night. No!

"How could you?" she said.

"He forced me into it" I said.

"You don't look like you're fighting it very hard" she replied, her voice full of anger. "In fact, it looks like you enjoyed it."

"He came too" said Craig, as if he was being helpful.

"*You* are the one who's disgusting!" said Maria. The threw her bag with the wedding dress at me, and she turned to stomp off. "Maybe you should wear this, when you marry him!!!"

I was stunned. Just when I was about to get out of it, everything fell apart.

"I hate you. Look what you've done to me!" I said, as I stared to cry.

"Don't cry, princess" he told me. "There is still going to be a wedding today. You are still my fiancé. Now go put on your pretty dress, so you can look like a proper bride for me."

"No" I said. "You've already ruined my life. You can't threaten me anymore."

"I didn't ruin your life" he said. "I just saved it. Instead of being stuck with a woman, I'm giving you the chance to be a woman. This is what you always wanted! You can dress up as a woman all day, every day. You can have real boobs. You can grow your hair long, and your nails. You can live out your deepest fantasy! I'll treat you like a lady. I'll buy you nice things. All you need to do, is to say yes, and become my wife."

"But that's not what I want!" I said. "I wanted Maria!"

"You only want her, because you're curious about what a woman really is. You don't want her; you want to be her. I'm giving you that chance! Say yes to me. Become my wife."

"I hate you!" I said. "I would never marry you!"

"I've tried being nice" he sighed. "You leave me no choice. I'm off to visit your parents, with copies of your photos. Then I'll visit your brother. Then your cousin. And the your boss at work. I'll tell them all how you were my lover, but on the day of our wedding, you broke off our engagement and broke my heart. I'll tell them all how you're planning to have a sex change operation, so you can become a real woman. And that will just be the start. Good-bye Linda."

"No, wait!" I said. I couldn't let him do that!

"So you'll marry me?"

I nodded, weakly.

* * *

Two hours later, I found myself standing there, in a white wedding dress, my head under a veil, holding a bouquet of white roses. Underneath my gown I had on the sexiest white lingerie set I could ever imagine, along with high heel shoes. The civil ceremony had started, and we were saying our vows. I was the bride, and I was about to become married to Craig. I was going to be Mrs. Craig Windham.

"You may now kiss the bride" said the judge.

Craig lifted my veil, and gave me a deep tender kiss. I was his wife now. I heard the sound of one person clapping their hands. I turned, and I was shocked at who I saw. It was Maria.

She smiled at me, and told me what a beautiful bride I was.

"Maria" I said, stunned. "What are you doing here?"

"I wouldn't want to miss your wedding, Linda" she said.

She called me Linda? She knew about the wedding? She had known all along! I should have figure out that something strange was going on, when the bridal gown fit me like a glove. It would have been huge on her. She had planned this all along! She hadn't bought the gown for herself. She had bought it for me!

"Yes" she said, seeing the realization in my eyes. "I knew all along that you were dressing in my things. When I realized that you were happier as a woman than as a man, I set you up with Craig. It took some work for him to get past your inhibitions. He wasn't being mean to you because of himself. I made him do all those things to you, so you would come of your shell, and let yourself be the woman you truly are."

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I just knew" she said. "I wanted to encourage your dressing up, but I couldn't fall in love with a woman. I need a real man. And you're not a real man. You were always more of a woman inside. It just took me time to realize it. But now you can be your true self. And we can still be friends. I'll be right next door, any time you need to borrow your favorite skirt of mine or something."

I looked over at Craig, feeling upset.

"I'm so sorry I had to be mean to you, princess. Maria said it was the only way we could do this. I fell in love with you at first sight. I knew I could never have you though, so I just watched from afar. So you can imagine how overjoyed I was when Maria came to me with her plan! Understand that it was very hard for me to act so mean to you."

He had real tears in his eyes.

"I do love you. I treasure you. I'll always treat you like a lady. I'll never be mean to you again. I don't even care if we never make love again, if you don't want to. Just so that I spend every day with you. That's all I care about, princess."

"Don't worry, my love" I said, taking hold of his hand. "You're going to get lucky tonight. Your my husband now, and I promise to be a good wife for you. Maria is right; I was never a real man. I am better off being a woman. I'll use your breast cream, and grow boobs for you, if you want that. Or I'll get implants. Either way. Whatever makes you happy, my love."

We were both crying now. We kissed, and held each other tight, as Maria looked on.

"Come on ladies!" she said. "We have some celebrating to do, before you leave on your honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?" I asked.

"Yes" she said. "I've booked you both on a cruise for a week. You two lovebirds can really get to know each other, and consummate your marriage. Now lets go out and dance!"

"Lets go!" said Craig.

"Wooo!" I said, as I tossed the bouquet up in the air, for Maria to catch. I was a married woman now, and it was time to party.

The End

  

  

  

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