Sound Sissy

by Karen Singer

 

Part 2: Gullible's Travels

 

It happened back near the end of this past September. Cindy had booked the band into a new club that was about three hours away from here for Friday and Saturday nights. The pay for this one was going to be really good, and the club's manager was going to spring for 2 nights at a local hotel for us. The plan was to leave here on Friday afternoon about 1 o'clock and come back on Sunday. Our drummer, Tim, owned a small trailer that we used to carry most of our gear in, and we packed that on Thursday evening. I did one other thing on Thursday evening too, I purchased a package of men's underwear. I figured that since I would be rooming for two nights with one of the guys, that they really wouldn't want to see me in panties. Big mistake!

All of us tried every semester to arrange our class schedule so that we had Friday afternoons off in case we needed to set up for a job somewhere. This semester was no exception for me and the only class I had was a two hour Literature class that ended by 10:00 a.m. Both Cindy, and Elaine, were in the same class with me, and neither of them had anything after that either. Elaine is the other female vocalist in the band and she also plays guitar. Cindy and Elaine both have great voices, but when they sing together, there's a kind of magic that happens. It's really great! Elaine was also Cindy's roommate and, of course, also knew about my cross-dressing. In fact, she often came over with Cindy - I think just to tease me.

After class on Friday, Cindy asked me if I was packed and ready to go yet. I told her that I was definitely packed and couldn't wait to get under way. I think it was Elaine who said they were also ready to go and suggested that they should get their things and come over to my apartment to wait. "We can have lunch together" she said, "and since we're all riding in Tim's van, he won't have to go out of his way to pick us up." I told them that it sounded like a good idea to me – or so I thought!

Cindy and Elaine got to my apartment surprisingly fast. They were there by 10:30 and Cindy came in carrying a small backpack that she used to carry her books in. "Hey Don," Elaine said as soon as they were there. "Why don't you show me the new outfit you got this week?" Cindy and I had been shopping earlier this week and I had purchased (at Cindy's insistence) a skirt and blouse along with a new pair of shoes.

"OK, I guess so," I said as we walked back toward my room.

I pulled the skirt and blouse out of the closet to show her but she said, "Put them on. I want to see what they look like on you!"

Now Elaine and Cindy had both been partner to seeing me get dressed many times so while I was embarrassed about changing in front of them, I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure, we've got lots of time," and I started to get undressed.

As soon as I got my pants off and Cindy saw the underwear I was wearing, she cried out, "What have you got on? You agreed that you weren't going to wear men's underwear any more!"

"I bought them last night," I said. "I figured that whoever I roomed with wouldn't want to see me in panties all weekend."

"Well you figured wrong Buster! We'll discuss this later! Besides, Elaine is going to room with Stan on this trip so you and I will be sharing a room. Now get those things off!" Stan is the bass player in the band and he and Elaine had been going together for quite some time. It was only a matter of time, I new, before they would be moving in together.

I stripped down to nothing and got a pair of panties out of my dresser. Having both girls watching me, along with just dressing up in something feminine, had its usual affect on me and as I pulled up my panties I noticed the first familiar stirrings of arousal. It may be a long trip I thought to myself. How little did I know!

Elaine insisted that I get dressed up completely, "So I can see the whole effect," as she put it. So I went the whole nine yards and got out a bra and the falsies, put some pantyhose on, and finally put on the blouse and skirt. The blouse was a very feminine white blouse with lace at the collar, the cuffs, and down the front button line. The skirt was a simple, tight black skirt that came down to about 2 inches from the top of my knees. The shoes I had bought were sort of like black loafers with squared off toes, a silver decoration across the top, and had wide heels about 2 inches high. The whole look was very conservative, very feminine.

As I modeled it for them, Elaine finally said, "Oh, you were right Cindy, it looks very good on him. The only problem I can see, is that ugly looking bulge in the front of his skirt. Not very feminine looking is it!"

"No it's not," answered Cindy. "It looks downright awful." She paused for just a second, looking at me, then turned to Elaine, "What do you think Elaine, just this once, maybe we could 'take care of it' for him. I'm sure he would probably like that, don't you think?"

"I'll just bet he would!" Elaine answered sarcastically.

"Well Don," Cindy asked, "since we have some extra time here, would you like us to take care of that nasty bulge for you?"

I just looked at them in amazement. Cindy and I had done some heavy petting on occasion, but she never had allowed me to have any kind of actual sex with her. She had this unmovable rule that she was "saving herself" for her wedding night. "Absolutely!" I said.

"Now I'm not talking about having intercourse with you," she said, "we're just offering to get rid of that bulge for you, that's all."

"Fine with me!" I said only slightly disappointed. This was still something new in our relationship. Before, I had always masturbated by myself when no one was around. Now here was not only Cindy, but Elaine as well, offering to do it for me. An absolute dream come true and a major step in the right direction, or so I thought.

"Just take off your skirt, pantyhose, and panties," she told me. When I was naked from the waist down, she told me to sit on the foot of my bed.

"Wait a minute," Elaine said. "Let me get a towel to put down under you, we don't want to make a mess now, do we." She went to the bathroom and got one of my towels and laid it out on the end of the bed.

"Now just lay back here," Cindy said.

"You know," said Elaine, "I've really got to be careful with how we go about this. I'm willing to help you out with this, but I don't want there to be any chance that he'll get over excited and try to touch me in any way that he shouldn't. I'm Stan's girlfriend, not his. I know it's an inconvenience, but is there any way we can tie his hands to the bed so they'll out of the way?"

"Fine with me," said Cindy. "Do you mind, Don?"

"No," I said. "I guess that's OK." By this time I was definitely very horny and even though they wanted to tie me to the bed, any chance of having them masturbate me was a chance worth taking.

Cindy went to her backpack and pulled out two new packages of rope. "I bought these just in case we needed to tie down the equipment for the trip," she said, "but it looks like we can use them right now. Stretch your arms out to the side, and we'll tie them to the sides of the bed frame."

Elaine and Cindy each grabbed one of my arms as I stretched them out. Elaine started to twist my arm just a little and then stopped and said, "Wait a minute. This isn't going to work very well." I didn't see what her problem was so I just laid there. After a second she said, "Cross your arms across your body." So I did. "That will work much better," said Elaine and they proceeded to tie my crossed arms securely to the bed frame, pulling the ropes very tight.

When they were finished I tested my bonds slightly, there was no way I was going anywhere. All I could do was to lay there and let them have their way with me, and that's just what I really wanted – then.

Cindy walked around to the foot of the bed and said, "We might as well tie his legs apart too, so we can have total access to him. We wouldn't want him to accidentally kick us while we're working on him." So they each used the remainder of the rope and stretched my knees apart as wide as they could, tying them and my ankles to the bed frame along with my arms. I was spread wide and open for them. There was no way I could move, and I was definitely ready for them to get on with it.

"Look how big he is now," Cindy said. I was definitely very horny by this time, and could feel my member straining. "Don't worry, she continued, "We'll take care of that for you. Elaine, why don't you get started on his hands, while I get something for our 'friend' here from the kitchen."

"Good idea," said Elaine.

"Get started on my hands?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it," she said. With that, she got a nail file and some bright red polish out of her purse, sat down on the floor, and started to shape and polish on my fingernails.

Now I knew why she wanted my arms crossed over my body. If they had been just stretched out to the side, my hands would have been turned the wrong way and she wouldn't have been able to get to my nails. "Why are you polishing my nails?" I asked.

"Because I want to!" she said. "Now just shut up and let me do this!"

Cindy was certainly taking her time in the kitchen. At one point, I thought I heard the blender, but I wasn't sure. When she finally came back, she was carrying a large bowl of crushed ice in her hands. "I crushed some of this so we can pack it around better" she said.

This was definitely not what I had in mind for them to do to me when they told me they were going to get rid of my bulge! "No!" I screamed. "Don't!…Don't!"

"Quiet!" was all she said and with that, she upended the bowl right over top of my hard-on. "This should shrink it down to size, don't you think so Elaine?" Then she proceeded to make sure that the ice was firmly packed around every part of my suddenly shocked cock and balls.

"Take it off!" I screamed. "Take it off! It's cold!"

"No," Cindy said. "That ice is going to stay on there until we're ready to take it off."

"What are you doing to me?" I asked with tears starting to form in my eyes from the stinging cold of the ice.

"We're getting rid of your bulge… and we're doing your nails for you." Elaine said calmly. "Now shut up and hold still, that ice isn't coming off until we're done with your nails, and if you keep squirming, it's just going to take that much longer."

"You didn't really think we were going to both sit here and masturbate you did you?" Cindy said. "You know perfectly well that I wouldn't do anything like that."

What could I do? I couldn't move, I wanted the ice off me just as soon as possible, so I kept taking some deep breaths to calm myself, and just laid there trying to be as still as possible.

When Elaine finished with one hand, she gave the nail polish to Cindy and Cindy did my other hand. Occasionally, one of them would check on the ice to make sure it was still firmly touching every inch of my cock and balls.

"Look how small he's getting." I heard Cindy say at one point just before she repacked the ice tighter than before.

One thing was for sure. I wasn't hard any more. The ice was so cold, that I had tears in my eyes. Occasionally, I would plead for them to take it off, but they both just said "No!"

When they finished with both of my hands, they started on my toenails. By this time, the ice wasn't hurting as much anymore, my cock and balls were becoming thoroughly numb from the cold and thoughts of frostbite were running through my mind.

Finally, they were finished with my toenails and Cindy said, "OK, I think it's time to get rid of the ice." I can't tell you how happy I was to hear that!

When the ice was finally gone, Cindy said, "look Elaine, it looks like the ice did most of the work for us."

"It sure is small now," said Elaine, "it's hard to believe what it looked like just a little while ago."

"Please, can I get up now," I said. "You've done what you wanted to me, and it's real small now, so please untie me and let me up."

"Oh, we're not quite done with you yet," said Cindy.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, becoming more concerned again.

"We've got something in mind that will keep it from showing under your skirt for quite some time," she said. "Remember that trip Elaine and I took to New Orleans this summer? Well, while we were there, we had a long talk with some of the professional female impersonators there and one of them showed us a really good way to keep that little thing hidden. We've been just aching to try it out on you and finally decided that this would be the perfect time."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"You'll see," she said, and with that she started poking and pulling on my balls and penis.

I couldn't really see what they were doing very well and I couldn't feel a whole lot down there either since the ice had numbed everything pretty well. At one point I saw Elaine hand Cindy something, but I couldn't see what it was. "Oh!" I heard Elaine say at one point, "This is working great! I think this will work out much better than the way that impersonator told us he did it."

"I think you're absolutely right," Cindy said. "This is going to be perfect!" A few seconds later Cindy finally said, "All done!"

All I could feel down there was that it felt "different." I certainly didn't hurt anywhere, but all I can say is that it didn't feel normal.

"I think we can untie him now and let him up," Cindy said.

Welcome sounds to my ears! They untied my feet and knees first, and let me tell you, it felt so good to be able to move and close my legs together. When I did though, I noticed that it felt different to close my legs together. Something was missing. My balls were no longer in the way. Whatever they had done to me, my balls were no longer between my legs.

As they were untying my hands, Elaine said, "You know, I think we should keep his hands tied so he can't undo what we did to him yet. I don't think it will come apart, but maybe we better not take the chance."

"You're right," Cindy said. "Good thinking!" She looked at my bound crossed arms for a second and said, "I think I have an idea." She took some of the rope that had been around my legs and tied my arms together right where they crossed. "Ok," she said, "untie the rope from the bed frame, but leave it tied to his wrists." As soon as the ropes were free she said "Sit up," which I did gladly. The instant I was in a sitting position, Cindy grabbed the ropes that were still attached to my wrists and wrapped them all the way around me pulling them tight, so that I was essentially hugging myself. She brought the ends in front of me, and tied them off there. My arms were useless! "OK," she said when she was done. "Lets get you dressed again."

"What did you do to me?" I asked.

"We'll show you in a few minutes." Cindy answered. "I want to see how it looks with your clothes on now."

I stood up, finally, and Cindy helped me into my panties pulling them up tight. She suddenly let out a little scream of delight and said, "This is fantastic! You can't tell that he has anything there at all!"

"I can't believe it," said Elaine "it worked great!"

"What did you do," I asked again. "Here, let me show you," said Cindy finally. They led me over to my full-length mirror and let me look. I could see no sign of my cock and balls at all, just a totally smooth front in the crotch of my panties. "What did you do?" I asked again for the umpteenth time.

Cindy pulled my panties down to my ankles and I spread my legs to try to get some kind of view of their handy-work. All I could see was a little mound where my penis should have been. I could see no sign of my penis at all. "How am I going to pee?" I asked. "Don't worry," said Elaine "the very tip of your penis is still sticking out, it's just stuck backwards where you can't see it right now."

Cindy finally started to explain what they had done to me. "That female impersonator told us how to 'tuck,' as he called it, your cock and balls away so they're hidden. The only difference is that he used tape to hold everything together. Elaine came up with the brilliant idea to use superglue to hold everything together instead. And as you can see, it's working really well."

"Superglue!" I cried. "How am I going to get it apart?"

"You'll just have to wait till it comes apart by itself." She answered.

"How long will that take?" I asked.

"I have no idea," she answered, "we'll just have to see. In the meantime, you're certainly 'not' going to have to worry about any hard-on showing through your clothes. In fact, I guess you're not going to have to worry about having any hard-on, period!" Cindy and Elaine both started laughing at that. I was still in too much of a state of shock.

The two girls finished getting me dressed helping me on with my pantyhose, skirt, and shoes. Then Cindy sat me down and got out her makeup. "Cindy," I said, "do we have to do makeup too right now?" I asked.

"Of course," she answered. "We can't have you going on out today dressed like you are with no makeup on."

"Going out!" I exclaimed. "Cindy, I can't go out dressed like this! You know that. What would everyone say?"

"Don't worry," she said, "I already warned everyone that you would probably be dressed up today, so they're expecting it."

"But Cindy, I can't do that! I just can't!" I cried.

"Hush!" she said. "I'm not interested in what you think you can or can't do," she said. "You 'can' do it, you 'will' do it, and you are 'going to' do it! Now shut up, and hold still while I do your makeup up for you. Elaine, I think that maybe we should leave his arms tied up until we get under way later. That way, he'll realize that he has no choice in this matter!"

"Good idea," said Elaine. "While you're doing that, why don't I rustle us up something for lunch."

I just sat there while Cindy put the makeup on me. My mind was racing, but not with any coherent thoughts. I was panicked. I was excited. I was still in a state of shock from everything that I had been through so far. This was not shaping up to be your typical day! I flat out didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could do, I sat there and let Cindy do my makeup. Besides, with my arms still tied like they were, I didn't really have much choice.

After the makeup, Cindy put some clip-on earrings on my ears, a pretty heart-shaped necklace around my neck, and fastened a tennis bracelet around my right wrist. When she finished, she led me back over to the mirror to show me what she had done. She had gone lightly with my makeup. It was tasteful, but not overdone at all. When I looked at myself, I saw just what I really looked like. For the most part, I looked like a girl, but without my wig, you could tell immediately that I was a guy. "Can you put my wig on me?" I asked. "I still look like a guy without it."

"Maybe later," she said. "Right now, let's go get some lunch."

"Can I go to the bathroom first?" I asked. "With all this excitement, I really have to go."

"OK," she said. "It will probably be a good thing to make sure you don't have any problems with that. There shouldn't be, but we should make sure anyway."

Just what we were going to do if there were problems, I didn't know. Cindy led me into the bathroom and stood me in front of the toilet. I waited for her to untie my arms, but instead she quickly pulled up my skirt, pulled my pantyhose and panties down to my ankles, and sat me down on the toilet. I was surprised and when I looked at her she said, "Well how else are you going to be able to pee now? You can't very well stand up like you usually do anymore, can you?"

She certainly had a point. Peeing, fortunately, turned out to be no problem. I just sat there, relaxed, and it all just came out. I was embarrassed at having Cindy right there in front of me watching, but there wasn't much I could do about it. When I was through, she took some toilet paper, wiped what little of me that was still exposed, and pulled my clothes back up. "Well, at least it's good to know that there won't be any problems with that," she said. "And it looks like you're going to have no choice but to pee like a girl for a while too. This is certainly going to make things a little more interesting for you for a while."

During lunch, they took turns feeding me little bites of a sandwich and holding a glass of coke up to my lips so I could drink.

"Don't bother cleaning this up," Elaine said to me afterwards.

Very funny, I thought, with my arms tied there wasn't anything I could pick up anyway.

After lunch, they took me back into my bedroom. Cindy sat me down in my desk chair and went over to my luggage that I had packed the night before. She opened my suitcase and then just dumped everything into a pile in the corner. She went through my stuff and pulled out my toiletries and all the men's underwear I had bought. The underwear she put in her backpack along with the pair I had on earlier. Then she and Elaine went through my closet and all of my drawers pulling out every item of female clothing that I owned and together, they decided what to pack for me. It suddenly dawned on me, that they were only packing girls clothes, none of my male clothes at all. When I asked them about that Cindy said, "That's right. You're going to make this whole trip with 'only' girl's clothes to wear – the entire weekend!"

I thought I was scared before, but this was worse. How could I spend an entire weekend dressed like a girl? "Cindy, I can't do that!" I said again.

Cindy didn't even look at me, but just said, "I told you, I'm not interested in what you 'think' you can or can't do. You 'are' going to do it, whether you like it or not."

When they finished packing, Cindy said, "Just one other thing." She went to her backpack and pulled out a purse. "You're going to need one of these on this trip and since you don't own one yet, I'm letting you borrow one of mine." She then pulled everything out of the pants pockets that I had had on earlier and put everything in the purse. "There, all done," she said. "I think we're finally ready."

"How about his wig?" Elaine asked. "I've been thinking about that," Cindy said. "I kind of like the idea that you can tell he's a guy as soon as you see him. This way, there's no chance of anyone mistaking him for what he really is."

"Cindy," I said, "please, don't do this!"

"We 'are' doing it, so stop complaining and get used to it."

It wasn't too much longer before the rest of the band drove up in Tim's full-size van with the trailer attached. Cindy grabbed the front of my ropes, pulled me to my feet and propelled me toward the door that Elaine opened in front of us. "Noooo! Pleeease! Stop!" I cried. But Cindy just kept pushing. And suddenly, I was through the door and out in the open air. My safe cocoon was behind me and there was nowhere to hide. For some reason, I quit screaming as soon as I went through the door. Cindy kept pushing me right down the short sidewalk and all the way out to the van. I was scared and even though everyone there had seen me in my apartment while I was dressed before, I was very embarrassed.

Tim, Stan, and Rog (Roger), our keyboard player, had all gotten out and were standing next to the van. "I can't believe you're really doing this," Tim said.

I started to say something but Cindy got there first and said, "He's doing it!"

Rog said, "You've got him tied up!"

"We didn't want him to be able to back out and change his clothes again," said Cindy. "We can untie him as soon as we get out of town. Stan, you and Tim help Elaine with our bags so we can get going."

"Sissy!" I heard Stan say as he walked past us. You have to understand that Stan is everything that I imagine I'm not. He is well over six feet tall and works out religiously so he's covered in muscle. He could easily enter a body building competition, something he says he's not really interested in. Of all the members in the band, he was the only one who seemed to resent my cross-dressing. I think it made him uncomfortable.

When all of our luggage had been stuffed in the back of the van, Elaine walked over to me and said, "Don't forget this," as she took the purse Cindy had 'loaned' me and place the strap over my shoulder and my head so it wouldn't fall off.

Cindy said, "OK, into the van," and pushed me toward the side door. Truth be told, I was ready to get into the van so I wouldn't be quite so visible. That's when I came across my first minor little problem. As I lifted my leg to step up into the van, my tight skirt stopped me. I tried three times to lift my leg that high to get in, but there was no way that skirt was going to let me. I felt everybody staring at me. With my arms tied around my body, there was no way I could lift my skirt to get in either. Finally Cindy came up behind me and lifted my skirt just enough to allow me to step up into the van. "Now you're finding out some of the things we girls have to go through all the time," she said.

I scooted all the way over in the middle seat and sat down as best I could. Stan and Elaine got in the back seat, Tim and Rog in the front, and Cindy sat next to me. And we were off, leaving my nice comfortable, secure world behind.

A few minutes later Cindy finally said "I think we can untie him now. Rog, will you help me out?"

Rog turned around and he and Cindy finally untied me. While I was very happy to get my arms free at last. I also realized that I couldn't hide behind the ropes as an excuse for why I was out in public dressed the way I was. I really wondered how I was going to get through this.

As soon as the ropes were gone, Rog asked me "Are you really going to spend the whole weekend dressed like a girl?"

"I don't seem to have much choice in the matter," I said. "Cindy and Elaine made quite sure that the only clothes I have with me are girl's clothes."

"I just felt it was finally time to get him out of the apartment and show him off to the world," Cindy added. And then she and Elaine spent quite some time describing, in detail, just what they did to me that morning. They even described just what they did to my penis and balls, how they tucked my balls inside my body and superglued everything so that it would all stay right where they wanted it to.

"Superglue!" Rog said. "Geez! How long will it stay like that, and how's he going to pee?"

"I don't know how long it will last," answered Cindy "quite a while I hope, or imagine. And as to how he's going to pee, well, he has to pee like a girl now, that's all."

"Sissy!" I heard Stan say again in the back.

A few minutes later Rog had another thought. "If he's going to be dressed like a girl all weekend, I think we should call him Donna instead of Don."

"That's a great idea."

"Good idea."

"I like it."

It seemed that the whole van was in favor of a new name for me. "I agree!" said Cindy after a minute. "But, you know, I'm not sure that Donna is the right name for him. I kind of think he should have a girls name, but one that's totally different than his boy's name."

"What did you have in mind?" Tim asked.

"I honestly haven't thought of it before," Cindy said. "Anybody have any suggestions?"

There were a few suggestions thrown out by various people in the van and all were considered. Some were liked better than others. Fortunately, no one asked me, and I just kept quiet during the whole thing. It was bad enough what they had done to me already, I didn't really want to be an active partner in making my life worse.

That was when Rog added another thought (I was really beginning to hate him). "You know," he said most parents pick out a boys name and a girls name before their baby is born. I wonder if Don's mother ever told him what girls name she had picked out for him."

"Well Don," said Cindy, "did your mother ever tell you if she had a girls name picked out?"

This caught me by surprise and I had to think for a minute. "Actually," I finally said, "I do remember her telling me once that if I had been born a girl, I would have been named Karen, after her Grandmother."

"I like it," said Elaine.

"Me too," said Rog.

"It's perfect," said Cindy.

And so I was dubbed Karen.

"Say hi to everyone Karen," said Elaine.

"Hi," I said unenthusiastically.

"No," Elaine responded, "I want you to say 'hi' and tell everyone your name."

I didn't say anything and just kind of hung my head too embarrassed to know what to do.

"Do it!" she egged, "do it!"

"Do it!" echoed Cindy.

So I plucked up my courage and said softly "Hi, my name is Karen."

"Do it again!" said Cindy, "louder!"

"Hi, my name is Karen," I said again so that everyone could hear me better.

"Again!" commanded Cindy.

"Hi, my name is Karen," I said for the third time.

"Hi Karen, it's nice to meet you," said Cindy finally.

And immediately I was greeted with a chorus of "Hi Karens" from around the van – and one quiet "Sissy!" from Stan. From that point on, the only name they called me was Karen.

  

  

  

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