Sex Roles 101

by Dana Lange

  

1

Dennis had one semester left before graduation. He couldn't believe he was this close. The plan was to go on to graduate school – what else could you do with a degree in Women's Studies anyways? He was thinking either law or policy studies, but hadn't really decided yet. He had sort of fallen into the Women's Studies major by chance – taking a core Gender Studies class primarily because he knew there would be a lot of girls taking it as well, and finding himself excelling in it, even excited and passionate about the issues covered. This passion and obvious skill won his teacher over, and he was accepted into the department after acing a couple more classes. There weren't that many men in the program. In fact, Dennis was one of only two, the other a sophomore just starting the program last year.

Many of his classmates viewed him with suspicion and even outright hostility at first, but his wit, kindness, and general ability to get along with and treat most women with respect and equality eventually won most of them over. He had even dated a couple of them, but things never seemed to last – a common occurrence in all his past relationships. The breakups were always amiable, however, and he managed to retain a close friendship with several of them.

One of these exes, Jen, now stood peering over his shoulder in the living room of his apartment as he paged through the course offerings for next semester. Jen was certainly a pretty girl, but not someone most people would call traditionally beautiful. She stood a statuesque five feet nine inches tall, had a voluminous mane of curly black hair, and sported a rather large hawkish nose when seen in profile. Nevertheless, she had a fantastic body, kept in terrific shape, and had legs that went on forever. But it was her eyes that melted most men; had successfully melted Dennis when they had met two years ago. She had slate-blue irises and thick, wide eyelashes that always suggested to Dennis that she was thinking about sex (which she later confessed to him confidingly, she often did). She was currently wearing a tight black midi t-shirt and a grayish and also tight-fitting miniskirt, jet-black nylons, and a pair of low-heeled leather-strapped sandals. She was into body piercings, and had steel bolts or loops through her ears, nipples, belly button, and her clit, which Dennis had found especially enticing.

The choices for classes were limited since he had been late determining his major and he needed 12 more credits within the program to graduate. The only real choice he could see was to take several independent studies, a senior seminar, and perhaps one of the only 2 lecture classes being offered.

"What the hell are you taking next semester by the way?" Dennis asked Jen, knowing full well she had probably already pre-registered for them.

"Well, I've already talked to my advisor and she got me into the Sexuality and Sex Roles Retreat/Seminar – it's worth 12 credits," she replied sloppily through the tootsie pop jammed in her mouth. "God, haven't you even looked at this stuff before now Denise?"

Dennis grimaced. Not so much at the disparaging nickname she and several other of his classmates had taken to calling him recently, but on the fact that what one of his professors' referred to as his 'chronic-male-procrastination-syndrome' was again rearing its ugly head. He was simply not a planner. He rarely thought of the future, except to make sure he had enough beer stocked for the weekend, or to make sure he was progressing properly towards sex in whatever relationship he was in at the time.

"Man, I don't have a clue!" he moaned.

Jen reached over and snatched the course guide out of his hands, brushing his face with her more than ample chest.

"Look, girlfriend, you have two choices: take the seminar with me, or load up on separate courses. The catch for the Sex Roles seminar is that you need to get recommendations from a couple of your teachers and permission from the professor, Dr. Hanson, beforehand. Also, my advisor said the workload for this class is a bear! She said the demand on time alone prevents anyone from taking any other classes or having a job, or even a social life at the same time. Also, the class is a retreat and is being held in the Poconos this year, so there will be some additional room and board costs."

Dennis winced. Just one last semester he told himself. He would have to give up his cafeteria job, but that was no great loss anyways. It was settled. Tomorrow he would get into the class and quit his job, and then, hopefully, if he remembered and found the time, start looking at grad schools.

"I just have one question for you young lady," Dennis started with a smile as he crept towards Jen, "who the hell started this Denise business anyways? Was it you, or someone else from my harem! If it was you, I won't be angry, I'm just curious, from a social-psycho-gender perspective…"

Jen laughed, tossed the course guide in the air playfully, and sprang for the door with Dennis in hot pursuit. I guess that answered his question…

Two weeks after pleading with Dr. Hanson to let him into the course and getting the required recommendations, but with three weeks before the class was to begin, Dennis, Jen, and the other four students participating in the retreat received packets in the mail. Inside were detailed application and waiver forms to fill out and a note from the professor with some cryptic instructions:

I imagine you are all anxious and curious by now to know what your responsibilities for the upcoming retreat will be. Specific details and a syllabus will be given out when we meet in Pennsylvania in a few weeks, but in the meantime, please fill out the enclosed forms IN FULL and return to me PROMPTLY (failure to do so will affect your grade!).

In this seminar, entitled "Sexuality and Sex Roles in the 21^st Century" we will be doing a lot of role-playing, role reversal, and intense study of socio-cultural determinants of gender characteristics. This course is worth 12 credits so the workload will be very heavy and time-consuming, and I expect everyone to devote their full resources to it. Failure to do so will result in a failing grade. But given the excellent background and recommendations of all participants this semester I expect only the best. In addition, an initial assignment will be due when you arrive in three weeks. For this assignment, I want everyone to observe the opposite sex in as close and neutral a way as possible – look at body language, mannerisms, intonations, and think about their effect on social and sexual relationships. In addition, since this course will focus a lot on the physical manifestations of gender as determined by social and cultural tradition and mores, this assignment will require some physical effort. In this vein, we are going to look at weight and physical appearance and its relation to sexuality and gender roles.

To this effect, over the next three weeks I want the women to try and GAIN some weight – eat lots of junk food, etc. for the next few weeks., while the two men in our course will try their hand at DIETING. Since I already have everyone's current weight as determined during this past semester's campus-wide physicals, I expect to see at least some results from everyone. Nothing drastic is required, unless you get inspired of course! To top it off, please compose a short (5 pages maximum) essay on your thoughts, and how you see others' perceptions of you as you attempt to go through these physical changes. The idea here and for the seminar in general is to try and break through the barriers of understanding between the sexes, so that we can all acquire a clearer view of the more serious cultural and gender-based pressures that exist in our society today, and that have long-lasting effects on sex roles going into the future. I strongly believe this assignment and the rest of the course will be a great learning experience for all of us, and may even be some fun besides! The only thing you are required to bring to the retreat is an open mind and a check or credit card payment for $500 for 60 days room and board at the resort. Course materials and experiment equipment have been provided by a generous grant from a local anonymous foundation. I look forward to seeing all of you in three weeks. Good luck,

Dr. Janice Hanson

 

Over the next three weeks all the class members commiserated together and struggled to gain or lose weight and write the required paper. Dennis and Jen found themselves working together on the strange project, giving each other helpful hints and pushing each other to try harder; actually even competing with each other to see who could make the most radical change. In the end both succeeded more than anyone else in the class (some of the other women had more to start with, though). While Dennis, already a thin 145 to start with, managed to lose ten pounds, Jen actually managed to gain 15 pounds, putting her up to the same weight of 135, although it must be said, she put it on mostly in well-toned muscle, being an avid exerciser. Dennis, on the other hand, mostly due to financial constraints anyways, ate (and drank) much less, and when he did, Jen cajoled him into low fat stuff like salads and yogurts. He also got into an exercise regimen with Jen, mostly aerobics and yoga. At the end of the three weeks he was practically a stick figure. Good thing he didn't have any male friends to make fun of him.

 

2

"Ok folks, everyone gather around and we will begin," said Dr. Hanson calmly but sternly after the last students, Dennis and Jen, arrived in the resort lobby shortly after noon, all dragging along extensive luggage for the two month long retreat.

Dr. Hanson was a youngish looking, middle-aged woman. Dennis guessed somewhere around 36. She was new to the department last semester and it was rumored had been through the Women's Studies program herself 15 years earlier. In the intervening years she had gone on to the University of Chicago to get her PhD in Sociology and had then taught at a small mid-western liberal arts college that few had ever heard of. She wore a burgundy skirt with a slit in the back that came up slightly above her knees, and a white woolen, sleeveless blouse that served to accentuate her protruding breasts. Her long, tanned legs stood glistening in sheer nude nylons and ended in a pair of four-inch matching burgundy baby doll pumps. She had long, strawberry blonde hair that came down in waves to just below her shoulders. Her eyes were large and hazel and outlined expertly with a subtle edge of mascara and a burgundy colored eye shadow.

"I'm sure everyone is tired from the drive here, but we simply must get started," Dr. Hanson stated, motioning a porter to come over and start gathering the students' luggage. "Nothing too taxing to begin with, but the orientation period is going to take a couple of days. I have reserved us a suite with 4 adjoining rooms, so each of you will be sharing a room with a fellow student. Room assignments and introductory instructions for the orientation are waiting for us upstairs in the suite, so please just drop your bags off to the porter and follow me up."

The resort itself was on the fancy side and certainly normally would have been priced at more than the $500 each of them had to pay for their sixty day stay. The lobby was huge, and had adjoining restaurant and nightclub. It also had a large pool, exercise room, and small café. In addition, it had a central open-air foyer, filled with a maze of paneled paths, benches, and a plethora of trees, shrubs and ornate flowers. At present, there were few signs of any other guests.

The door to the suite was opened with a keycard that everyone received in the lobby, and consisted of a large central lounge area with a small kitchen and study room just off it. A hallway led to the four rooms, each equipped with double beds and plenty of drawer and closet space.

"Ok, I want to start out frankly," said Dr. Hanson as the group gathered around her in the lounge area. "Each of you filled out a detailed application and waiver and signed it, indicating your willingness to take part in this course. What we are going to tackle this semester is going to be far different and probably more difficult than anything you have encountered to date. After I give this speech, I will give out the room assignments. If anyone at that time does not wish to take part in this retreat they can do so without penalty, except the lost credits, of course. However, if you decide to stay, you must do so for the duration of the retreat, and follow the course requirements as I tell them to you to the best of your ability. Failure to do so will result in a forfeit of your resort fees as well as an immediate failing grade. Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone was a little stunned by the sternness and mysteriousness of the seminar so far, but they each nodded in agreement.

Dr. Hanson continued. "Simply put, I want all of you to throw out your modesty at the door right now. This work will require you to drop your culturally instilled senses of pride and modesty – they will only hinder you from now on. We are going to engage each of you in an intense gender role reversal experiment. This means you will receive extensive training and experience in both the outer physical and inner mental processes and expectations of the opposite sex. You will, in effect, experience what it is like to be the opposite sex. It is my hope that going through this exercise will give each and every one of you a subsequent far-reaching understanding of gender roles that can otherwise only be guessed at by those who have no real understanding of how and why the opposite gender operates. This will then open up to you a deeper understanding of the discipline, which I suspect will help you in whatever profession you decide upon in the future. At the end of these exercises, each of you will then engage in some real world experiences as a member of the opposite sex. At the same time, each of you will be working on putting together a thesis paper on these experiences and some aspect of it as it applies to the issues in this course in general as outlined in the syllabus."

During this pause in her speech, Jeremy, the other male in the group, raised his hand tentatively.

"Yes Mr. Greene?" Dr. Hanson queried, a slight smirk on her face as if she was enjoying seeing everyone squirm a little at this point.

"Umm, exactly how will this training be carried out?" he said in a slightly embarrassed whisper.

"Oh my, young man, you will find out soon enough," she responded coyly. "But do not worry, I'm glad you asked that question. Nothing will be permanent and I promise you will learn far more than you could ever in any traditional course. We are going to divide the initial transition training into two sessions, two weeks for the men, and then two more for the women. Is everyone ready? Good, here are the room assignments. Please retire to your rooms, where specific instructions await each of you. Please follow them exactly, try to have some fun with it, and we will all meet back here in three hours to see how the initial transformations have progressed."

Dennis' mind was swirling in confusion, amusement, and curiosity. This retreat so far sounded intriguing. The idea of trying on the accoutrements of the opposite sex was not new to him. He had even done so several times, the most recent being last Halloween, when he dressed as a sexy Cher to Jen's rendition of Sonny Bono. Jen had even talked him into shaving his legs and wearing a short glitzy dress and heavy make-up. In the end, they both had fantastic costumes and won a contest at the Skull Room, their local pub. He had even gotten a secret satisfaction out of the disguise, and fooling some men at the pub into thinking he was actually a woman. He enjoyed the attention the costume afforded him, as well as the innate sensuousness of his shaved and panty-hosed legs as the night's wintry breeze blew up them, the way the high heels accentuated his bare calves, and the pouty, sultry look created by his ruby lipstick, false eye lashes, and eye shadow. A few men had tried hitting on him, until he talked, of course.

It turned out that Dennis and Jen were assigned the same room. There was a little tension-filled look between them when they found this out, but both just smiled and accepted it since there was little they could do anyways. Dennis had a feeling Jen's lacrosse boy toy would not be so accepting of the situation if he found out. In their room, they found a note on one of the beds with pages of detailed instructions. While they were reading them, Jen began laughing uncontrollably. Dennis wondered why Jen's luggage was in the room but his was not.

"Don't worry, girlfriend, your turn will be in two weeks," he countered defensively.

Jen's faced turned a little ashen at that thought. The instructions pertained exclusively to Dennis, however, and to the things Jen, and another girl, Terry, who had just joined them in their room as her instructions told her, would do to help him "assume his role" – Dennis shivered a little at that phrase. At least I won't be the only one going through this, he thought. Thank god Jeremy is here to share in this…

  

3

His first chore was to take a bath and completely shave himself. In the bathroom were several shaving kits and a smelly shaving lotion-type stuff he was to spread over himself several minutes prior to shaving. The lotion tingled a bit, but otherwise didn't cause any undue harm. Indeed, it made the lengthy process of shaving himself a little easier, creating some added lubrication and seeming to soften the hairs for removal. It was also made easier by the fact that Jen and Terry made up a bubble bath for him and helped him shave some of the harder to reach spots on his legs and arms. Jen even shaved his facial hairs as he lay sprawled out in the large tub, slowly running the razor up and down his face until there was not even a hint of a five o'clock shadow. He had to do the required 'sexual parts' shaving himself at the end, after shooing both the girls from the room. He got a little artsy with this detail, leaving a slim triangle of short hairs around his tender parts. Man, this is goddamn weird, Dennis was thinking. But weird in an oddly satisfying and sexually stirring way…

Luckily, the bubbles covered up his "stirring" while the girls were still present and he was able to compose himself before drying off. After the bath, Dennis felt somewhat cold. He had never before experienced having all his body hair removed. There was something so sensual about having a completely shaved and smooth body, and his recent weight loss added to this gender confusion. Jen then handed him a small piece of clothing through the cracked bathroom door. It was a silk pair of black panties with rose trimming, with hardly any rear to them, instead shoving itself between his butt cracks and forcing his buttocks out a little. He then had to rub some sweet swelling skin lotion over his whole body.

"Ok honey, I'm supposed to guide you through the next step, which is to conceal your manhood," Jen said, failing to conceal her bubbling laughter from the other side of the bathroom door. "Would you like me to just read you the instructions from this side of the door, or come in and give you a hand," she continued as both girls now let out a loud squeal of amusement.

Dennis was starting to feel this was a mistake, for sure. But he was determined to see it through to the end. He needed the credits and could barely afford the room and boarding to boot. Besides, he couldn't lie to himself that he did have a disturbing fascination with the female body and how he might look as one.

"I umm, I guess you could help me out" he responded rather meekly, opening the door.

Jen slid in conspiringly, a large grin still on her face. Dennis was now experiencing a bit of shrinkage, which he wasn't sure was a tragedy or a blessing, considering the other option he had only just dispelled moments ago. Dammit, Jen had seen him (and felt him) with both conditions in the past, anyways. Dennis sighed, and gave Jen a look that was intended to elicit some pity from her.

"Jen, I need you to take it easy on me here, ok? This is a little different than our Halloween costumes."

"Alright, Ms. droopy pants. Don't get your panties in a bunch," she chuckled. "I'm sorry, couldn't resist that one. Serious from now on, I promise."

'Concealing his manhood,' much to Dennis' initial chagrin, consisted of gently pushing his balls back up into his body and then taking what was left of his flaccid 'manhood' and securing it back under himself with some medical tape. When this was clumsily completed however, Dennis was surprised to feel no real discomfort, except for the fact that when he looked down all he saw was a flat, newly shaved square of short pubic hair that might be mistaken for a woman's bush from a distance. The view from the full-length mirror behind the door confirmed this. He felt very, very helpless and exposed at this point, which he caught himself thinking, was perhaps just the point, wasn't it? He made a conscious effort to log into his memory some of these sensations and feelings to put towards his thesis. He put the pair of panties back on and went back into the bedroom to don the first layer of his 'outer woman'. Lying on both beds, behind the women, were an assortment of women's clothes, accessories, and other materials of an as yet unknown use to him that Terry had assembled from the closet while he was in the bathroom.

The next few steps definitely required the work of multiple people. First came a heavily boned, black corset. This required wrapping the strong garment around his midsection, and then holding in his stomach so the girls could tighten it as much as possible with the lacings in the back. When they were through Dennis no longer had to let out his breath – he couldn't. The corset was so tight he could barely breathe! The other result was a slimming of his already thin waist to a comely 22 inches. There was also a bunching of excess flesh above and below the contraption, giving him a bit more 'breast meat' and hip area than he was used to. This feature was radically accentuated by the next tortuous step. He also realized he could no longer bend at the waist very much at all.

While Dennis forcefully pushed up and together his small, fleshy breast mounds, Jen and Terry applied some more medical tape, this time wrapping it tightly around his chest, above the corset, so that an ample cleavage was formed. Dennis had to blink when he saw this effect. Hanging and bobbing slightly with his movements above the tight corset were a set of actual breasts with a dark and deep cleavage which belied the actual size of the newly created forms! They were an A cup at best, but he still felt a rising sense of pride at his emerging figure. Jen and Terry kept him from the mirror, however, until the next few steps were completed. They wanted him to feel the full effect of the change, they argued – as if that wasn't apparent to him already!

Next was a black bra. Luckily, Dennis had some experience in this, and managed to get this on himself by hooking it in front and then spinning it around to its correct position. The bra was filled out with a pair of silicone breast forms, neatly creating a seamless D cup between his real cleavage and the fake nipples which poked through the sheer bra material. Peering down at his now radically changed lower body, Dennis felt some slight movement in his panties. He somehow felt turned on in a way he had never felt before by having his flesh restricted to conform to a shape so different from the norm. Luckily, the tape kept him in place and checked any further embarrassment – as if that were possible, he quickly countered himself.

Terry then held up two more skin colored silicon objects, this time not in the shape of breasts, but more like heavy oval pads and each about a foot in diameter. They were thicker in the middle and tapered to paper thinness at the edges.

"I am almost afraid to ask – but what are those for?" Dennis pleaded, pointing to the pads menacingly.

"They're hip and butt pads, silly," Terry retorted in her southern accent. "They will give you even more of that hourglass shape we real woman exercise and strive so hard to achieve and so rarely get. It will also serve to bring your hips out to the width of your shoulders for a more realistic feminine figure."

"We will attach them to you with this glue," Jen finished, holding up a rather large bottle of the stuff. "It says in the instructions that it won't damage your skin and can be removed with a solvent."

While Jen and Terry carefully applied a coat of glue to one of the pads, Dennis once again pulled down his panties and worked the corset up so it wouldn't interfere with the application. The pads, as Terry indicated, would be applied to each side of his hips, starting near his crotch and going back onto his buttocks. The glue worked fast, so they quickly positioned it and held it down for a minute or so while it dried. Once both pads were attached properly, Dennis pulled his panties back on and stood up. The panties now fit like a glove. The only problem was he was now carrying some extra weight on his chest, hips, and rear. Jen had him walk around the room a bit to get used to his new 'female body' and it took a little getting used to. As he walked he had to thrust his chest forward and his ass back slightly to balance himself. As he took steps, his new hips actually jiggled and his wider hips swayed! Christ, I guess this is why so many top heavy women seem to walk with such a sexy, swishing movement, Dennis thought to himself.

Dennis had a feeling what would be next and he wasn't disappointed. Disappointed? Yes, he thought, at this point he was actually looking forward to going full tilt. He'd made it this far, might as well see what the final product would be. The girls instructed him carefully on donning the sheer pantyhose, making sure he didn't create any runs in the material. Pulling them slowly up his silky smooth legs produced a tingling sensation all over his body. It was something he had never before experienced to this extent and he couldn't help but like it. He did his best to conceal this growing enjoyment at what was being done to him, but Jen saw it immediately.

"My, my. Aren't you a surprise," she said confidingly to Dennis. "Terry, I believe our little miss Denise is starting to enjoy herself. The pantyhose really hide those pads honey. Wow – you are starting to look hot, at least below the neck! Ok, here are the last items before we get started on your face."

Jen handed him a tiny black silk slip and then a pair of shoes, open-toed with a two-inch heel, also black. As with everything else, they fit perfectly. He now realized why Dr. Hanson had them fill out their exact physical measurements on the application forms. As he slid the garment over his head with some difficulty, due to the restricting nature of the corset and tape, it came down high up on his thighs, barely concealing the hem of his control top pantyhose. The overall effect was a definite feminine figure, and it smoothed away the figure-forming undergarments perfectly. They had him walk around the room a couple times to get used to the heels. Dennis had done this part before, so he quickly mastered the skill, although he had a sinking feeling he would be required to wear higher and more painful heels at some point in the future...

  

4

To work on his face, the girls had him sit in a chair in the middle of the room, head tilted upwards slightly. The first and most painful process was to give his eyebrows a feminine arch. To this effect, they first trimmed his longer hairs to a more manageable length and then applied some gooey paste with a stick and then some tape over that. Without a lack of some satisfaction, Dennis noted, Jen then ripped each of these strips away from his face violently, taking the excess hairs with them. As he was stroking his eyebrows after the initial shock of the stripping, he felt how they were now curved and arched away from his eye sockets, ending in razor thinness near his temples.

Next came a healthy layer of beige foundation, rubbed into his skin gently by Terry. They next instructed him to close his eyes while they applied eyeliner and several tones of dark eye shadow, the girls working on him simultaneously and noting to him what they were doing. They then glued on false lashes and applied a light coat of mascara to his lower lashes. At this point Dennis completely lost track of time, lying in the chair being worked over and pampered by the girls into something he was almost afraid to get a look at (but perhaps not afraid enough, he thought?) The look was finished off with some glossy, dark rose lip liner and lipstick, a light dose of rough on his cheeks, and, as the girls meticulously explained to him, a coating of powder over it all to set it in place and reduce shine.

Lastly, Jen and Terry picked out a long, wavy brunette wig for him to don. They attached it to his head with more of the glue. After a little primping and teasing, it looked completely natural.

Now was the moment of truth – to see the outcome. As the girls escorted him to the mirror in the bathroom, Dennis noticed how feminine his walk had unconsciously become, how his hips and ass swayed in unison to the clicking of his heels on the marble floor. As he rounded the door, what he saw stunned him. Staring back at him was a scantily clad, sexy co-ed. He now had curves in all the right places, cleavage, large breasts with protruding nipples, womanly hips, long, smooth, nylon smothered legs, and full, pouty, fuckable lips! Dennis would have creamed his pants right there had he not been tightly taped up. His knees shook and wobbled a little, and for the first time since he finished bathing he felt how utterly helpless but at the same time free he felt. And this was only the first day!

"Ok sweet cheeks, time to show yourself off to the class!" Jen exclaimed. Dennis could tell both women were experiencing a mixture of pride at what they had 'created', and some jealousy at the ease to which Dennis had acquired such a sexy feminine look.

"Jesus! I have a feeling that we all may never fully return to our old selves after this retreat," said Dennis with a mixture of despair and expectation. Jen and Terry could only solemnly nod their heads as they all walked out holding hands to show their work to the class…

 

5

As they began to walk out of his "dressing room", Dennis felt a surge in his crotch. He was experiencing an overload of sensations and emotions and this swell was coming up hard against the physical restrictions of his new gender and the mental restrictions of his maleness. The electrifying feeling of the nylons against his smooth legs, and the gentle swish of the silky chemise against that material on his thighs doubled the strange, compelling sense of freedom and pleasure that was racing through his veins. He felt panicked because he was momentarily confused as to who he was. Combined with this were the little explosions of extreme sexual pleasure that washed over his body in gentle waves and he could no longer control himself. His penis was refusing to back down and was determined to achieve gorged status. Three steps towards the door in his heels and the medical tape that had been concealing his manhood for the last two hours snapped. He almost stumbled when this happened. Luckily, Jen was holding his hand and caught him before he fell. There was now a noticeable bulge between his legs and Jen saw it immediately.

"Terry, you go ahead and tell the rest of the class we will be out in about five minutes, I just remembered I wanted to tell Dennis something first to help him present himself," Jen instructed.

"OK. Don't be too long girlfriends – I can't wait to see everyone's reaction!" Terry replied.

After Terry had vacated the room, Jen turned to Dennis with a look of pity.

"My dear little Denise – I see you've escaped your confinement," she teased, thrusting her free hand between his legs playfully.

At her touch, Dennis felt of flood of emotion. His penis stood at almost full attention under his panties and hose, but his mind was swirling in confusion and frozen in self-conscious shame.

"Jesus, this stuff is really messing with my head Jen!" was all he could get out, trembling, knees knocking together noticeably, and on the verge of tears.

"Who wouldn't be confused and scared at this point sweetie. I am NOT looking forward to when the girls have to do this," she responded consolingly. "Maybe there is something I can do to relax you a little before we go out there."

Jen eased him back into a sitting position on one of the beds. Dennis found himself unconsciously crossing his legs, but this was made very uncomfortable both by the restrictive clothing and the status of his manhood. Jen proceeded to kneel before him and spread his trembling legs. He was further aroused by the gentle touch of her burgundy painted nails against his pantyhosed inner thighs.

"Nothing a little therapy and some more medical tape can't fix," Jen said with a hint of playful sexuality. "I'm guessing this won't take but a minute."

She peered searchingly into his eyes for a moment before slowly walking her fingers up to his engorged crotch and pulling down his panties and pantyhose. Dennis let out gasp of air as his sweating member was set free. Jen looked admiringly at his erection – a sight she had seen many times while they were going out.

"I had forgotten how much I missed this," she whispered before leaning forward and slowly caressing his now pulsing erection with her heavily glossed lips.

She was right, of course. Dennis had always had trouble coming during oral sex, but not this time. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His mind was being overwhelmed by alien sensations but his body took it all in and seemed to focus it. Less than a minute into Jen's slow, sensual lip and tongue massage, Dennis found himself sprawled back out on the bed, forcefully spewing a large load of cum into Jen's welcoming mouth. All the anxieties and sexual confusion that had been building up in him since this experiment began several hours before momentarily drained out of him as he released into his ex-girlfriend's eager lips.

"Ummmmm, I think femininity suits you my little ex-lover. Your cum tastes much sweeter than it used to for some reason. Seeing you all dolled up kind of turns me on too," she said, standing back up and wiping the remnants of his sperm from her ample lips. "You have a kind of sexy Jennifer Connelly look going that I'm finding irresistible. But, we are supposed to be learning about gender, aren't we! Now lets get you taped back up and show your sweet ass off!"

As he carefully stepped down the hallway (he still had some work ahead of him getting used to heels!), now retaped and secure, and into the foyer, he was greeted with a round of applause and a few friendly, feminine attempts at cat calls. The shaking in his legs returned as he emerged into the view of the class. He found himself unable to meet their eyes and he stood before them looking down at his shapely legs and high heeled feet still in shock at the transformation. It was one thing to do this in front of Jen and Terry and his classmates, but now there was Dr. Hanson, an authority figure as well, and he found himself a bit flustered. He looked around for his compatriot in this process, Jeremy, but did not see him.

He then realized his error. He had been looking for Jeremy, and not the newly transformed "Jesse." Jeremy was clad in a similar outfit to his but in a different color; a dark red chemise and red leather patent high heels. Jeremy was blond and so he was sporting a shoulder length strawberry blonde wig in a Betty Page style. His eyebrows were now pencil thin and steeply arched and his new bangs curled around in front of his chin, giving him a thin facial look. He wore false eyelashes, a thick, bright red covering of lipstick, and dark black eye shadow that served to accentuate his striking blue eyes. It was apparent to Dennis that Jeremy was also wearing a corset and probably medical tape as well, since his waist was even thinner than his and his front was femininely smooth. He was helped by the fact that he was only about 5'5" and even skinnier than Dennis. The overall effect was utterly sexy, but with a somehow less sophisticated and sluttier look than Dennis. He also looked much younger than his 19 years, maybe 17 or 16. Pangs of jealousy shot through him at the realization that Jeremy was maybe even more beautiful and feminine looking than he was at the moment. He made a mental note to ask how he could get his eyes to look that sexy. Did he just think that? This was getting weirder by the minute.

This feminine illusion of "Jesse" was soon broken, however, when Dennis spotted Jeremy fidgeting and pulling at his crotch, obviously in extreme discomfort. He was also very unsteady on his heels and had to lean on a nearby classmate most of the time to retain his balance. Dennis caught Jeremy's eye with a quick understanding glance and Jeremy reciprocated. Well, it looks like Jeremy is taking this even harder than I am, Dennis thought. He would try to make some time later to get together with Jeremy and talk about those parts of their experience that, at least for the moment, they were not ready to share.

"Alright class. Gather around. I want our two subjects to stand here in the middle. I see your initial work has exceeded all my expectations! You two simply look gorgeous!" spurted Dr. Hanson.

"Now I realize all this is a bit of a shock. But if you boys just stick with it, stay calm, and remember to try to act as confident as possible, we will get you through this and you may even find yourself learning something. For the next several weeks I want you to try and forget your male persona. I'm going to ask both of you to see this through to the end. It will get easier, believe me. To that end, I am going to ask you to start thinking of yourself as women 24 hours a day. You will be living, breathing, eating, and sleeping as women, and right or wrong, there are certain social conventions all we women must live by. Understand? And again – try to have a little fun with this," Dr. Hanson instructed her two new "girls."

Over the next hour Dennis and Jeremy were urged to share their initial experience with the class. They talked about the utter feeling of nakedness after they had shaved, their feelings of shame and confusion at the transformation that was contradicting twenty years of gender indoctrination, as well as their budding understandings of the physical hardships women went through on a regular basis to look good for their male counterparts. They also touched on sexual feelings and how being dressed as a female tended to subconsciously increase their modesty and decrease their ability to "think like a typical male." Much to Dennis and Jeremy's consternation, around four o'clock, Dr. Hanson disbanded the group back to their bedrooms with instructions to get the "girls" and themselves ready to go out to eat. They would be going to a nearby sushi bar and the dress was semi-casual. As Jen and Terry escorted an increasingly panicked Dennis back to their room, Jeremy shot Dennis a pleading glance. Dennis could only return the same look.

  

6

"OK, first we have to take care of your nails. Terry, grab that file, polish, and the acrylic nails. You do his fingers while I take care of the toes. We should probably start with some shorter nails until you get used to them," Jen directed.

While Dennis sat in a chair between the beds, splayed out and being pampered, the girls worked furiously. First they filed his existing nails to a shapelier form. He was only slightly embarrassed at this point to realize he hadn't clipped his toenails in several weeks. Once this initial cleanup was completed, Jen applied several coats of dark red polish to his toes while Terry glued the acrylic nails to his fingers. Once dried, they seemed to be on solidly and Dennis marveled at this new part of his development. He was a bit stimulated as he moved his now womanly hands down along his body and sneakily caressed his legs. Then came several coats of the same polish to his new fingernails. While these dried, Terry and Jen raided the large closet for what he would wear out.

"Guys, I'm not so sure about this," Dennis offered pleadingly. "Isn't a little soon to be going out? I can barely walk in these heels."

"Nonsense," Terry replied. "From what I can tell, you've had some previous experience in heels – you're a natural. Besides, you look drop dead gorgeous Denise. You let us do the talking, remember to keep your legs together when you sit, and just smile, and no one will even know about your little secret. And remember, from now on you are Denise. Don't worry, you'll just be one of the girls in the group tonight. We'll try not to make you look too sexy, OK?"

Dennis did not feel very confident or comfortable. He was a guy, fully shaved and dressed as a girl and about to go out in public, and it wasn't even Halloween! The one thing that kept him sane was the thought that at least he wouldn't be alone in this.

They picked out a simple black miniskirt and a burgundy wool faux turtle-neck sweater for him to wear. He kept the chemise on as it fit perfectly underneath the new outfit and kept the lines of the corset hidden. The miniskirt was rather tight-fitting and really accentuated his new curvaceous hips and legs. He had to plead with the girls for new shoes, and they finally capitulated since it was his first night. They settled on a pair of matching burgundy, one-inch pumps with little bow ties on the front. It was not Dennis' first choice, but it was better than the two-inch heels he had been wearing.

The outfit was completed with some jewelry and a small black leather pocketbook. He donned a pair of silver clip-on earrings with little fake teardrop pearls hanging from them. A matching silver necklace, a couple small dainty rings, and several jangly bracelets finished the college-girl look. They had him walk around the room several times so they could see him from all angles and make sure their creation was as flawless and feminine as possible. As this proceeded, Dennis found himself concentrating more and more on maintaining his feminine look and walk and less on his discomfort and worry. As a result, his posture began to more realistically reflect that of a female. With a few quick tips from the girls he was starting to gain some confidence.

All three girls then retired to the large bathroom mirror to touch up their make-up and give Dennis a crash course in maintaining himself should the need arise. They instructed him on what make-up he needed to bring, and while he fished around in his pile of male clothes for his money, credit card and ID, the girls finished up on themselves. Depositing his now small cache of feminine products and money into his pocketbook, Dennis resigned himself to relaxing and making the most of the situation. He was slowly compiling a useful collection of observations on the psychological and physical manifestations of his change and how these were already affecting his thought processes and his interactions with the girls. They seemed to be much more comfortable around him dressed as a women; more confiding and supportive. He also felt more in tune, in touch, with how his classmates were feeling at any moment than previously – which he had to admit had been nonexistent before.

After gathering the group back out in the suite foyer, Dr. Hanson gave a short speech.

"All – as we proceed with this experiment, I want you to pay particular attention to a couple of things. First of all, note any changes in the interpersonal communications between and among yourselves and any outsiders you encounter. Try to notice if there are any changes when the group gender dynamic is altered as it is now. Also pay attention to how our brave subjects' attitudes, body language, and voices evolve as the evening and as the days go by. Try to think of the possible psychological or internal versus social or external reasons for whatever changes you note and begin to think of a theme for your thesis. Any aspect of these changes is acceptable as long as you back it up with observation, background data, and strong arguments. Now, having said that, I don't want to attract too much unwanted attention to our new sisters, so leave your pens and pads behind and just make mental notes. Just think of tonight as a getting to know everyone party. You can begin documenting everything when we return after dinner."

As they were exiting the suite and making their way down the long hallway to the elevators, Dennis was able to catch up to Jeremy. He was wearing a beautiful beige and mauve floral pattern, long-sleeve minidress with a hem that ended a good eight inches above his knees. It had a low cut front that really showed off his ample cleavage. He also had a similarly colored silk scarf wrapped around his thin neck to conceal his slightly protruding adam's apple. He definitely looked like he had gained a little confidence in heels as he now sported a pair of light brown, strappy sandals with a two-inch heel and was moving efficiently in them. The dress was extremely form-fitting and highlighted his hourglass shape and protruding rear. His body was now on a par with Jen, Dennis thought jealously.

"Your feet killing you yet?" asked Dennis as he came along side Jeremy.

"Surprisingly, these sandals aren't too bad yet," he replied, stopping for a moment, leaning forward, lifting his shapely left leg up behind him and expertly adjusting the strap with his left hand. "Looks like your helpers took it a little easier on you than me."

"But that dress looks awesome on you Jeremy," Dennis said, perhaps a little too excitedly for his own good.

"Please, call me Jesse when we're like this Denise. If we're going to look the part, might as well start thinking it too. I figure it's the only way to come out of this alive. And you look sexy in your outfit as well," he replied with a grin.

"I guess you're right. This whole thing has my mind going in circles. I'm still trying to get my head around what's happening to us. Do you mind if we have a little private get together to talk over a couple things after dinner when we get back? I'd like to get your unique perspective on some things," Denise asked as they crowded into the open elevator with the rest of the class.

"Sure. Sounds good."

The rest of the girls were dressed a little more casually, although Jen had changed into a tight fitting and low cut black see-through blouse with a visible black bra beneath, and a denim miniskirt, and managed to shine above everyone else in beauty and sex appeal by a wide margin, except perhaps for Jesse.

The lobby was buzzing with activity. Jesse and Denise both paused as the elevator doors opened, but were playfully pushed out by the girls behind them. They would find out later there was some kind of corporate retreat group just arriving and in town for the next week. Denise could feel the stares of a couple of the men in the lobby as they passed. There was one small group, all wearing expensive, finely tailored suits and cracking jokes, and he felt somehow intimidated by them. As he stole a glance their way, Denise noticed that one man, tall with wide shoulders, curly brown hair, and sporting a smoky gray suit was staring directly back. Oh my god, he thought, he knows I'm a freaking guy! This is not good Denise, not good. We are going to get the crap beaten out of us. Now wait, calm down. His look isn't hostile, is it? He couldn't help but crack a slight smile before looking away. The next moment however, they were exiting the hotel and he could breathe again (as much as was possible in the constricting corset).

A swirling wind greeted them on the steps outside, and Denise found himself reveling in how the breeze was whipping through his hair, between his hairless legs and going up his skirt in a light tickling wave. Another shudder ran through him. He couldn't tell if it was his nervousness, excitedness, or simply the cold that caused it. Probably all. It was definitely a different sensation being outside dressed as a woman. It somehow felt more freeing, more exciting, more daring. There were more men out in the parking lot and one or two let out a couple crude whistles aimed their way. Denise was partly mortified by this, but also partly thrilled. It was somehow exciting to realize these men thought he was a sexy woman, although they were probably looking more at Jen and Jesse.

They had to take a couple vehicles to the restaurant and Jen, Denise, Terry, and another girl named Darla went in Jen's car. It was quite a trying experience in the art of contortion for Denise to squeeze into the back of Jen's Toyota Corolla. He didn't want to get a run in his pantyhose and bending anymore than a few degrees was definitely out of the question because of the corset. In addition, his now expanded hips, rear, and chest made the task that much more difficult.

The dinner was fairly uneventful, and both Denise and Jesse were thankful that their waitress barely spoke English. It was also a bonus that they were seated at a short traditional Japanese table and had to take off their shoes to sit. The real girls did all the ordering, although Denise was sure at least one of the servers overheard him ask Dr. Hanson a quick question in a voice rather husky for a woman of his present looks. But he did notice that his voice was automatically becoming a little softer in tone and higher in pitch; not yet fully feminine, but improving. Dr. Hanson mentioned that in the days ahead, one of the things they would be working on was developing a female voice. Amazingly, he found himself ordering a light dish and he couldn't even finish that. Must be this corset – hard to have an appetite when your gut is being squeezed like a vice, he thought. Another dilemma arose when Denise realized about halfway through the evening that he needed to go to the bathroom.

"Jen, I have to pee! I can't go to the men's room. Will you go with me to the ladies room?" Denise whispered.

"Of course, girlfriend. Nothing to be afraid of," she replied snidely.

The real problem was untaping himself so that he could go. He would have to ask Dr. Hanson if there was another, more easily reversible method for concealing his manhood. This time, however, he had to deal with gently unwrapping the tape so that it could be reapplied when finished. This took a good five extra minutes, although by female standards, he still didn't spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom. Before going back out he quickly assessed his makeup and applied a touch of lip-gloss. As he did this, pursing his lips, he was again struck by the radical difference in his appearance. There was very little trace left of manhood in the image that stared back at him from the mirror. He experienced a panicked moment then that he would never get his old self back, that he would be stuck in the nether world of the transvestite experiment forever. The moment passed, however. After all, nothing done to him was permanent. He knew who he was, didn't he? The image of Jen's lips around his stiff penis restored him. He returned to the group a little more relaxed and confident in the feminine image he was exploring.

On the way back to the hotel, it was now Denise and Jesse riding with Dr. Hanson. The real girls had all piled into Jen's car and took off before them.

"Girls, I just want to say that you have been real troopers so far. Don't get me wrong, there is lots of work ahead of us, but you have gone through the most difficult part – accepting the change and exploring it. I was closely observing both of you during dinner and was amazed at how quickly you have both been picking up the little things that distinguish women from men. I see I made the right decision in getting you both into this class. How do you both feel? Still up for the challenge?" Dr. Hanson asked.

At that moment their front right tire blew out. Dr. Hanson managed to get the car to the side of the road quickly without incident. Denise and Jesse both looked at each other questioningly. In their male personas they would not have hesitated to jump out there and change the tire, but circumstances were now radically different.

"Alright. I'll do it," Denise sighed.

"Hold on girls. Let me show you a little advantage of being of the fairer sex. Why should we dirty our nice clothes or break our carefully manicured nails changing a tire when there are tons of men out on the road everyday perfectly willing to do it for us if we ask nicely?" Dr. Hanson lectured.

After about one minute of waving at passing cars, she got a pick-up truck to pull over. A short, stocky man wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, cowboy boots, and a t-shirt emerged.

"You ladies seem to be in some distress. Can I help?" he asked with a bit of rural drawl.

"Thank god! I've never done this before and neither have my young students," Dr. Hanson replied breathlessly, holding one hand to her chest and walking over to the man and pointing back at Jesse and Denise in her car.

Denise spotted the man giving Dr. Hanson a thorough look-over from head to toe as they both headed back to the car, and he felt a little creeped out. He was sure he had given plenty of women the same kind of look, but now it just seemed scary. They had to vacate the car while the man changed the tire. It was getting a little cold at this point, so Jesse and Denise found themselves shivering close to each other, holding hands on the side of the road, and watching the man do his mechanical handiwork. They exchanged a few subdued girly giggles while the man was bent over, exposing a hairy butt crack. They were sure the man heard them, but he never showed it. Dr. Hanson was off by herself calling the hotel so the girls knew where they were. When he was done, Dr. Hanson thanked him profusely, even offering him a little money for his trouble, but he refused politely and then left.

"Did you see the gaping crevice on that guy's butt?" Dr. Hanson spurted out.

They all burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Denise reflected on the moment. He was standing in a miniskirt, pantyhose, and high heels and laughing like a girl at a man's butt crack. It felt right, though. And besides, it was goddamn funny! He shrugged his lingering doubts off and the three of them laughed the rest of the way home.

  

7

Once back at the hotel, Jen and Terry were already getting changed and ready to hit the nightclub downstairs for some after dinner drinks and maybe some dancing. They pleaded with Jesse and Denise to accompany them and in the end they both acquiesced. Although he was looking forward to taking off his layers of womanly attire, Denise was not yet ready to end the evening. Whether he was a man or a woman, he still liked to throw back a few drinks and he had a ton of nervous energy. And since he had to appear as a woman, he went along. All four of them then went back to their room to pick out what to wear, and as Jen explained to him, to put on their "evening faces." Denise would quickly learn that this basically meant that women could wear more vampy makeup and more provocative clothing. Jen and Terry were definitely going this route and so they took Jesse and Denise along for the ride as well.

Back in the room, there was a flurry of chattering voices and opening closets; comparing outfits, exchanging nods of approval and giggles of disapproval as they all disrobed and tried on various ensembles. Denise tried to exchange an on-the-sly knowing "male" look with Jesse at the fact that they were changing clothes and had front row tickets for two beautiful almost naked women, but Jesse only shrugged his shoulders confusingly in reply. It may have been that conveying such a sly look didn't come off as successfully in his female guise. Denise and Jesse both tried their hands at picking their own outfits, but were quickly overruled by the real girls. Neither was picking clothing that was "fun" enough they said. As a result, Jesse found himself in a white, vinyl miniskirt and a white, frilly, sheer, long-sleeve top. The whole affair was very tight fitting and topped off with a pair of white stiletto pumps with three-inch heels. They all shared a laugh when they saw Jesse had a pierced belly button. Luckily, his belly ring was small and could just as easily have been a woman's. And as he donned his outfit, all of them knew that if visible, no man in the club would have any doubt but that it belonged to a woman.

Denise was outfitted in black. Jen and Terry told him black was definitely his color and he wasn't about to argue. He squeezed into a skin-tight spandex spaghetti strap minidress, black with thin purple horizontal stripes. The front was scooped out to a very low cut and he now found himself showing off the most cleavage. Then was added a light black leather jacket. A black, metal-studded collar was fitted around his neck to conceal his adam's apple and a towering pair of black, four-inch heeled baby doll pumps completed his "heavy metal chic" look. Denise and Jesse were officially dubbed the "ebony and ivory sisters."

Jen and Terry decided on matching red and green halter dresses with thigh to knee diagonal hems complete with little tassels, as well as matching four-inch heels with straps crisscrossing up along the calves. Definitely a retro disco look, they concurred. Once attired, they could easily be mistaken for sisters. The girls also instructed them on the differences between day and night makeup tips and how to apply them according to what outfit you were wearing. They had Denise and Jesse apply their own makeup, giving them step-by-step instructions as they went along. The added advantage of the heavier and more darkly shaded makeup was to make them all look a little older so they wouldn't be carded at the bar. Denise had a fake ID, but he doubted the picture of the guy in the t-shirt and five o'clock shadow would work very well at the moment. Terry was the only one of them of legal age.

The final touch for all of them was a sprinkle of perfume. They had a rather large selection to choose from, and Denise chose a dainty smelling Chanel. They then did a last minute check of each other for flaws and declared themselves fit for departure. Denise noticed that all of this preparation seemed to be a sort of subconscious ritual with the girls and he found himself being caught up in its pleasure uncontrollably. He felt part of a close knit and exciting group and it gave him a good feeling to be sharing such intimate and close relations with such beautiful and fun women (and Jesse, of course). Again stuffing their purses with various makeup items and money, they headed off for the club.

The nightclub was larger than Denise expected. It had a large central bar area, a few tables around that and a large dance area with an attached DJ area beyond that. When they arrived the bar area was already mobbed, although mostly with men. As their small group headed for the bar, Denise again felt what was left of the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He could feel the naked stares of many of the men upon them as they made their entrance. With a quick glance, Denise realized they were probably the four most beautiful women in the place. A sort of chill ran through him and he was momentarily shocked to realize he was again enjoying the attention. But he still found himself nervously staring down at the floor unable to look into anyone's eyes as they proceeded into the masculine masses.

The DJ was playing some house techno at a very loud volume; the dance floor sparsely occupied by a few middle-aged couples in business attire. At least this music will cover up my voice a little, Denise thought. I guess now will be the real experiment – can I pass as a woman? Why do I feel excited and energized at this prospect? Do I really want to pass?

He wanted badly to order a drink but was afraid to give himself away to the bartender and the rest of the girls didn't seem in any hurry. Jen and Terry were eyeing the dance floor and Jesse seemed even more nervous than he was.

Denise grabbed Jen. "Jen, how about you order our first round? I need a drink before actually talking to a guy dressed like this."

"Oh no you don't – you're not getting soused so easily – you're sure to get us killed that way!" Jen shouted back. "How about you come out and dance a few songs with us and then I'll get us those drinks? It'll loosen you both up, I promise. Deal?"

Did he have a choice? Apparently not as Jen grabbed his hands firmly and dragged him out onto the floor. Terry did the same with a reluctant Jesse.

Jen leaned into his ear along the way. "Listen honey – just shake your booty a little and follow my lead, ok? Piece of cake."

Jen and Terry took the lead in clearing out a place for them in almost the exact center of the floor. Dennis was definitely not a dancer and he assumed Denise would be the same, but he was proven wrong. Watching Jen and Terry in such frenzied excitement as they twisted their limbs in sensual movements to the beat of the hypnotic, fast-paced music got him excited. Before he knew it, he found himself aping some of their moves. It took a few awkward moments to get used to dancing in heels but he was soon so entranced in the communal, almost tribal interchange of their twisting, synchronous bodies that he quickly brushed off the last vestiges of his nervousness and joined in with vigor. Jesse joined in the fun too. Denise was enjoying this despite his misgivings. He found that his prosthetic breasts as they swayed ever so slightly in the restricting black lace bra, his hips and buttocks as they rubbed against the smooth material of his dress, combined with the ever present pushing of the corset on his waist and the precarious footing of his heels actually gave him a sort of gracefulness that he could never have achieved as a man. Once he accepted that he was a woman and out there, and expected to just have fun and feel, he was actually able to with a clarity he had never felt before. Even Jesse got into it, and they all found themselves in a synchronous circle of drowned out laughter, smiles, comradery, and undeniable undulating primal sexuality. Denise was really getting turned on and he was able to focus this energy into his dancing. Terry and Jen looked shocked for a moment as this occurred. They exchanged a knowing glance that Denise could not interpret and then they doubled their dance efforts, making his look amateur by comparison.

A few songs later, Denise wasn't sure how many, he looked up again to see that the dance floor was now crowded with men! A few started bumping up to the now perspiring group and trying to engage. They managed to stave this off for about one song. When Terry made a motion that she was going to the bathroom and then grabbed Jen, Denise and Jesse suddenly found themselves alone on the floor with two large men, probably in their early thirties in front of them.

Denise motioned for them to leave, but Jesse was still in a dance frenzy and seemed oblivious to the situation. Jesse had come out of his shell. When one of the men jumped in front of him and started dancing Jesse latched on to his rhythm without looking up. Before Denise could grab him, Jesse and the man were grinding hips and rear ends and vice versa furiously. She even shook off Denise's tap on the shoulder and kept going. Denise badly wanted to leave but felt it best not to leave Jesse out here by himself. All this still didn't shock him as much as the large hand that then landed on his bare shoulder. The second man spun him around and seemed to cut himself on the spiked collar as Denise spun around quickly. The man, a good 6'3" tall, olive skinned with just above shoulder length strands of black hair drew his hand back in mock pain. He stared for a moment into Denise's eyes with a knowing look and then grinned, showing her that no actual damage had been done to his hand. But what did he know? He wasn't running away, so maybe I haven't been made, Denise's mind raced. Denise had to look up to peer into the second man's eyes. He bowed slightly back with what little room he could find among the crowd, caught Denise's glance with his own, and mouthed "just one dance?"

Denise scanned the crowd quickly for any sign of the girls, failed that, and in the next moment found himself being swept up into a second circle of rhythmic, hectic dancing. Jesse was beside him on the right, the second man staring intently but in a friendly way at Denise ahead, and the first man, facing Jesse, on his left. Denise reluctantly joined in, mostly dancing with Jesse. They snuck each other a few perplexed but consigned smiles. When he did look up at the second man again, Denise's face became flushed for just a second. The man had caught the glance and smiled gently again. Before he could stop himself, Denise smiled back.

Oh God! Oh God! Denise's mind screamed. What the hell am I doing?

  

8

"What's your name?" the man screamed into his ear as they danced. "I'm Eric."

Eric's warm breath tickled his ear lobe. The smell hinted at a combination of light cologne, vodka, and a slight masculine sweat. This was it, his first communication with a man. Denise found himself at a momentary loss for words and back to his nervous beginnings. He could feel his own perspiration building up under the corset around his tightly constrained waist and his first reply came out as only a whisper.

"What?" the man replied awkwardly.

"Denise!" he replied again loudly and with a bit too much masculine tone.

He looked straight into Eric's large blue eyes for a moment to make sure he didn't have to repeat himself and that his reply didn't give away his deception. Eric leaned in again close to Denise's ear.

"You are driving me crazy – I can't take my eyes off you!" he replied, staring at Denise with a wolf in sheep's clothing gaze.

Denise found himself smiling slyly at the brazen compliment, which was quickly replaced by a confused sense of panicked elation. He had obviously passed! What was he supposed to do next? The pickup was blatantly obtuse – something he himself would never think to use. Too cheesy for the intelligent kind of women he usually kept feelers out for. And yet why was he still smiling at it? A battle raged within him. One side said to relax, enjoy the experience – nothing wrong with having fun! The other was like a shadow figure pacing in the corner; wringing hands and obsessing over intricate scenarios for what might go wrong. He looked around again nervously for the girls without success. He could still feel Eric's intense stare upon him as they continued to dance.

Every few moments he glanced timidly up through his thick eyelashes up at the tall man, still suspicious in a small part of his mind that the guy knew his secret and was just toying with him for a while until he could better embarrass the scrawny, lying crossdresser. But mostly he had to concentrate on his stiletto-heeled balance. He was doing a fair job of moving like a woman, but he feared that a sudden loss of balance would unmask him. The constricting and concealing nature of the corset, wig, and tight-fitting skirt seemed to balance with the freeing feeling his bare, shapely legs and elegantly stacked heels bestowed. Unconsciously, he later hoped, Denise found himself dancing closer and adjusting his movements in sync to Eric's. His worries momentarily fell to the wayside and he managed to find a certain comfort and sensuous pleasure in the challenge of maintaining and improving upon the ultra-feminine movements he was mimicking from the few remaining women around him (and now showing off to Eric and the crowd).

Denise was shaken out of his hard won rhythmic reverie however when the girls finally returned. They signaled to the dancing couples that they had a table and drinks were waiting. With barely an acknowledgment to their male dance partners, Jesse and Denise jumped at the chance to sit down and escape the frenzy of the dance floor and hopefully the advances of the men.

Their new table was a large corner booth already occupied by two more young business-looking men. Upon the girls arrival they stood up and allowed the group to squeeze into the center of the tight booth. Luckily, Denise and Jesse were allowed to sit together in the middle, with Terry and Jen forming a shield between them and the boys. Terry introduced the two men, named Rick and John, to the newcomers and explained that they had struck up a conversation in the bathroom line. They had generously bought the group a round of drinks, which Denise and Jesse gratefully accepted and hurriedly applied to slack their dance, corset and stress-induced thirsts.

In the next hour or so, Denise and Jesse were able to finagle a couple more free drinks and stave off the advances of several other rather drunk men. Jen and Terry were now engrossed in conversation with the men on either side of them. Denise took careful notice of the way the girls used subtle body movements and facial expressions to signal to their male counterparts a sly, flirty acceptance of their advances. The way they touched the men on the arms ever so lightly with their nails when laughing at a comment, or the way Jen would play with a stray strand of her hair every once in a while that definitely had a self-conscious but sensual undercurrent that couldn't be mistaken for anything but sexy by her suitor. He also took notice of the way the girls would subtly tell a potential suitor that they were not interested. Typical moves in this genre included looking at your watch, looking around randomly, or just plain ignoring the advances. At the rate things were going, Denise and Jesse both agreed that they might need such knowledge in the days to come.

When Jen and Terry, escorted by the men, returned to the dance floor, Denise and Jesse took the opportunity to take their leave of the place. They excused themselves as too exhausted to stay and headed back to the suite.

It wasn't until he stood up that Denise realized he was drunk. "Hell – I'm even getting buzzed like a girl," he thought, struggling to maintain his arched footing as they weaved their way to the exit. They both let out sighs of relief upon entering the cooler air of the lobby. Jesse seemed even more tipsy than Denise and he found himself supporting the skinny redhead as they stood in the elevator.

When two older businessmen got on, Jesse giggled under his breath and poked Denise in the ribs. "Follow my lead," he mouthed to Denise before idling up between the men to press their floor number. In the process, Jesse gave both transfixed men a clear view of his enhanced cleavage beneath the sheer white cloth of his tight fitting blouse. A subtle shake of his skirted behind added to the teasing visual.

As Jesse stumbled into the arms of the man on the right, Denise was unsure if the move was premeditated or not. The short, balding man in the shabby blue single-breasted suit could only hold out his arms limply, barely keeping the intoxicated "young lady" from falling completely to the elevator floor. Jesse let out a louder giggle, covered his lipstick-smothered mouth briefly with his manicured hands, and fell further into the arms of the man.

Over the bent form of the scantily clad Jesse, Denise saw the two men exchange a quick, excited glance that he was all too familiar with. "Easy pussy" was what came to his subsumed male mind. Denise had to think quickly or there would certainly be unsolicited groping involved, and he was now certain that Jesse's stumble had been unintentional.

Mustering the girliest voice he could, since it was no longer masked by the blaring music of the nightclub, Denise stepped forward between the men and grabbed Jesse rather forcefully by the arm.

"Jesse you are just such a klutz tonight girl! Get back her and leave these two nice married gentlemen alone," he squeaked in what he hoped was a passable voice.

As Denise shoved Jesse back into the corner of the elevator, he could see the man on the right stuff his ring hand into his pocket reflexively.

"But I want to flirt!" Jesse blurted out childishly and in a surprisingly feminine tone.

Uh-oh, Denise thought, this is quickly getting out of control! I can see the bloodlust in those guys' eyes already. Luckily, at that moment the bell rang signaling the men's floor and light from the exposed hallway flooded the elevator compartment as the door rolled open.

As the men were exiting, Denise eyed them carefully, half pleading with her mascara-drenched eyes in an expression he hoped was apologetic, and half scowling with his blood red lips in what he was more sure was a warning for them to keep moving. Just then Jesse yanked on his bare shoulder, spinning him around on his heels. He was met half way around by a pair of moist lips.

The slick feeling of lipstick on lipstick sent a shiver through Denise. Before he knew it, Jesse had both his hands around his neck and he felt a hot tongue shooting into his mouth, probing frantically for its counterpart. For a second Denise was in shock and could not bring himself to repel Jesse's drunken advances. The gentle touch of Jesse's fingernails along his hairless nape, the cool lips, the pulsing tongue, and the friction caused by their grinding breasts all fed into a swirling mix of nausea and pleasure for Denise. He looked up into Jesse's face and for a split second could only see a beautiful woman.

One part of his mind was screaming bloody murder while a different, more deeply buried part was growing within him with every flick of Jesse's tongue against his own. He couldn't tell if this other voice was some emerging feminine side, just some narcissistic adventurous part of himself, or even some instinctual male side of himself too shallow to look past Jesse's outward ultra-feminine appearance. But regardless, he could not seem to pull away! Slowly his male self resumed control. Unfortunately, Jesse was stronger than he anticipated and he had to reach behind his head and pry the vice-like grip from his own neck.

Suddenly a flash of anger welled up inside him and Denise shoved Jesse back against the elevator wall with a bang. The spindly crossdresser crumpled to the floor in a puddle of red hair, splayed heels and white lace. Denise immediately let out a gasp at his violent reaction, and bent down to check on his new friend. The light burp followed by a little giggle that escaped Jesse's lips between the strands of hair in her eyes let Denise know that no permanent damage had been done.

"Why'd you hit me, cutie?" Jesse mumbled.

"You're drunk!" Denise stated accusingly as the elevator door once again opened onto their floor. "Time to go to bed Miss tipsy."

  

9

As the scantily clad duo stumbled their way down the hallway, Jesse with one arm slung over his shoulder, Denise once again felt his "male" member stirring within its silky, feminine confines. He had the distinct feeling, or maybe it was just a hope, that at this point his body had just given up under the strain of so much new and foreign stimuli and was responding according to the cultural drives of it's new feminine "skin." Perhaps, because his body had been twisted and taped into such a foreign gender mold, that it no longer knew how react to sexual stimuli.

He managed to get the still inebriated Jesse back into the suite without incident. Seems the rest of the girls had gone to bed. He was definitely thankful for small miracles. He was in no condition to be peppered with questions and girl-talk. Unfortunately that also meant that Jesse's roommate was also already asleep. He was hesitant to drag his noisy charge all the way down the hallway and into the sleeping girl's room. And leaving him to crash on one of the suite's couches where he would surely be the target of ribbing from his classmates in the morning also seemed out of the question. Jesse was still emitting a loud series of giggles and random sentences every few moments and obviously would not be able to find the way himself.

Denise deposited his friend onto one of the couches while he removed his tortuously high-heeled shoes and went over his options. He was acutely aware that his body was screaming for him to remove the rest of the female accoutrements so that he could breath again. Problem one was that he had no idea how to go about removing all his makeup. Hopefully Jen had placed some makeup remover in their bathroom for his use. Problem two was that he couldn't leave Jesse where he was and couldn't get him back into his bed without waking up his roommate. He decided to give Jesse his bed and sleep on the couch himself after cleaning up. That would also afford him the chance to see when Jen got back. In the back of his mind he was feeling some pangs of jealousy, especially given that there were several men hovering around her when he had left the club.

He got Jesse onto his bed and removed his heels. Jesse let out a little murmur of relaxation and seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep. As he sat down on the bed beside Jesse to begin his own de-feminizing he felt a pang of regret. Despite his misgivings he actually was having a good time with this experiment. In a way he didn't want to remove the silky pantyhose that had been gently protecting and improving the appearance of his bare legs all night. His lungs did want him to extricate himself from the gentle squeezing of the corset, but a part of him was proud of the way the device sculpted his boyish middle into a definitively girlish shape. He also didn't want to remove the long tresses of his wig and the comforting way they tickled his neck and bare shoulders. His wig was the one item he was sure would break the illusion he had painstakingly built up, the illusion that had fed into the confidence that had allowed him to relax and enjoy the experience to start with. Would he be able to get that feminine confidence back once his new outer shell was removed?

Denise's mental meanderings were interrupted by the light touch of fingernails caressing his bare shoulders. He turned his head and again saw Jesse's convincingly feminine face directly in front of his. His friend's pale, skinny arms wrapped themselves around his neck and he found himself in a girl-on-girl lip-lock for the second time.

To his surprise and later exasperation, Denise found himself reciprocating. Whether it was simply out of weariness, the somewhat misguided but ever-present male desire for lesbian action, or just plain shallow lust, Denise succumbed to Jesse's advance. His ruby lips parted before the forceful thrust of Jesse's probing tongue. He enveloped the tongue in little kisses of lipstick and began gently sucking Jesse's tongue further into himself. Their tongues met in a hot, electric intertwining, darting to and fro inside his mouth in a hurried, sensual dance.

Still necking wildly, Denise twisted his body around and swung his legs up onto the bed. His cleavage clumsily bumped up against Jesse's own as their hands explored each other's bodies. Jesse's slim fingers hungrily fondled Denise's heaving cleavage with her right while the left cradled his ear and slowly stroked the back of his neck with her forefinger. Denise was running his hands slowly up along Jesse's stocking-clad legs, starting at the knee and working their way up under her short skirt to the inner thighs.

Denise lost himself in the moment, forgetting, if for only a few seconds, whether he was male or female. His thoughts were engulfed in the wonderful onslaught of ultra-feminine touch, sight and smell. At that moment Jesse was all woman and he wanted to feel every inch of her shapely body.

As his fingers reached Jesse's panties he could feel a sweaty heat emanating from behind the thin sheen of lace. At that moment, Jesse broke off their kissing and gently eased Denise's hands away from their presently delicate location with a pleading but still sly look.

"Not yet lover," she sexily whispered into his ear, proceeding to tickle that ear with her flicking tongue.

Realization of the actual situation and a buried sense of guilt began to seep back into Denise's mind. He instinctively began to ease back on his previously aggressive movements. Perhaps Jesse sensed this as well and attempted to rekindle the fire, renewing her kisses and moving her nails down along his legs and into his erogenous zone. His slumbering member struggled against its confines but could not find freedom. Jesse's touch so close to his penis renewed his growing guilt. They both sensed the moment was gone and could not progress any further. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and eased back away from each other on the bed slightly.

"I don't think we're ready for this right now," Jesse said, adjusting her skirt which had hiked up above her waist during their tryst.

Denise did the same and managed to mumble an apology with downcast eyes. At that moment Jen came bursting into the room with a surprised exclamation.

"Oops! You lovebirds want the room?" Jen said behind a sly grin and a series of giggles.

Denise, still in shock could only mumble something apologetic under his breath but Jesse covered.

"Just some girl talk – YOU wouldn't understand! But we're all done now" she explained sarcastically.

With that said, Jesse smoothed her skirt in a very womanly manner, jumped off the bed and headed out the still open door. For a second Denise wondered if her whole drunk act was only that, an act.

"I bet you'd like to get out of that corset, wouldn't ya?" Jen queried.

As Jesse was making her exit she looked back over Jen's shoulder and gave Denise a pleading smile, which Denise reciprocated.

"Umm, you bet your ass!" Denise replied, still in a feminine voice and pulling his ex-girlfriend onto the bed playfully at the same time.

To Be Continued…

  

  

  

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