T.J.’s Experiment in Pink

by Anne O’Nonymous

 

PART FOUR

 

After a few rounds of talk, mostly about my likes and dislikes, we agreed to get some sleep. That night, I dreamt about being in a cowboy movie and kissing my horse, a big brown stallion named "Emperor." There I was facing a gang of twenty outlaws with my faithful companion. After the eventual shoot-out was over, I gave my horse a big smooch. As we rode off into the sunset, something occurred to me – Emperor was a male.

A sudden, insistent buzzing, somewhere off to the right, brought me awake rather quickly. Waking in a bed other than the one I normally use shook me at first, then as my brain cleared a bit, I remembered what happened yesterday -- I was especially surprised to find I had one arm around Toni.

"Toni, time to get up," I managed to get out, quickly removing the offending arm from its wraparound position.

"Huuh, ohhh, did I have a dream! I was exploring the Amazon, and got caught in the grip of an anaconda, only it felt so nice," Toni blurted out, "I was enjoying its tight squeeze, can you imagine that?"

"I was in some spaghetti western, about chasing outlaws and kissing a horse."

"So?"

"It was a male!"

"Most cowboys ride male horses, silly."

 

Morning

The light rips asunder

the darkness.

We each dressed in robe and slippers, and then proceeded to make our way down to join the others. Sandra elected to make the breakfasts, consisting of home fries, sausage, scrambled eggs, and toast with strawberry jam. I felt rather good sitting among these very attractive females, feeling that I was a part of their society (no, more like I wanted to be a part).

"Good morning, Toni! Did you have a good night last night?" Fran said with a wink and wicked grin.

"I had a very pleasant sleep, thank you Fran, if that’s what you meant."

As I ate, I thought about what Toni had said last night. It is impossible for a man to be a woman, because he could never experience all the things that occur naturally in her life – menstruation, lunar cycles, child birth, etc. So the next best thing he could do to show how close he is to her is to dress in her clothes – to walk that proverbial mile in her high heels. Is it possible that these men do gain a greater understanding of females by insinuating themselves into largely female groups?

"So, what are your plans for me today," I enquired, truthfully not wanting to know. Oh, I lost most of the fear I had started out with, but I intended to prepare myself for whatever they decided to throw at me.

"Oh, not much," said a giggling Fran, echoing the rest of the group.

"Just some pictures and shopping," my loving sister replied, although that remark could change during the balance of the day.

I almost asked ‘what pictures and shopping,’ then held my tongue, as I knew I would soon find out. In truth, I wasn’t too worried as I had some trust in these girls, developed over the other day. It wasn’t that bad; in fact, I guess I should admit to having some fun myself (I know – I guess I’m mostly reassuring myself; then again, if they enjoyed themselves, who am I to begrudge them a little pleasure at my expense).

Now as most of you know, experiments have to be carried out under tightly controlled conditions. Everything has to be accounted for, as variables can be accidentally introduced or omitted from the equation. At this time, too many unwanted factors are circulating through my head, mainly introduced by this horde. With that in mind, I am allowing myself to just go with the flow, and see where it takes me!

The group took their coffee into Toni’s family room and started discussing what they would like to do to me. Seeing that Sandra was sitting beside me, I tried to accept their teasing in stride as I knew they would stop if she felt it necessary.

"Okay, let’s see, hmmm, how about we have Terri serve us dinner in a lacy set of panties, garter belt, stockings and heels," Judy suggested. She hit a four on the applause meter.

"My turn!" Jean replied, "Let’s take him shopping for a wedding gown at a thrift shop, then have him model it." Gee, another four.

Fran was next, and I know she would come up with a doozie, "Give him a sleeping pill, dress him in a nun’s habit, and leave him at a cloistered convent!" Now that was novel, but still only a five.

"Hey, Terri, what would you do?" Toni seriously asked.

"Well, I didn’t think I would be asked, and I don’t know!"

"Aw, c’mon! You must have some perverse idea, something outrageous and so outlandish that you would never even think to try it, buried deep inside your psyche," Toni remarked.

The problem is should I tell them and have them think that is what I want, or, tell them something so outrageous they wouldn’t even try it! No, they might try. What to do, I’m damned if I tell, and damned if I don’t.

"Well, since you brought it up, I would like a date with a girl, not just any girl mind you, but one girl in particular," I started to say.

" . . . Oh, I know," Sandra interrupted, "Nancy, right?"

Ohhh, I could’ve brained her! "Yes."

"That’s not so perverse," Judy interjected.

"Let me explain: when I dressed, as an experiment, I wondered what it would be like to go out with a girl dressed as I was. Nancy, naturally enough, came to mind. You know, just two girls out doing what girls do – trying on lingerie, looking at makeup, things like that – two girls having a good time, without boys!"

"TJ, for you, I would guess that’s as outrageous as you would go," Sandy mused.

Fran came out with, "Hey, TJ, exactly what are you going to do with the answers you get? Enter them into the school science fair? I can see it now: "The Effects of Female Clothing on the Male Psychological Make-up and his Future Well-Being."

"Yeah! Can you imagine the fits Mr. Conners would have? He would definitely have a cow – a Jersey!" Jean added.

With that image of Mr. Conners in mind, I tried to envision explaining how I gathered my data, and broke up in a fit of giggles! You know the kind where you try to keep from laughing, and it just comes out. Lucky for the girls I didn’t have any milk or tea in my mouth.

"Hey, times a’wastin’ and we need to get ready!" Fran exclaimed.

So, it was up the stairs to the bathroom for a bubble bath (I know I’m going to take them from now on, as they felt s-o-o-o good!), body lotion and powder. I wonder why, in the privacy of their own bath, more men don’t do this? I would probably be answered with, "That’s for sissies! I’m a man, and I don’t use that crap." Bah!

"Terri, I’ve laid out your clothes for today. Toni is getting ready in another room, as it’s to be a surprise."

Now that’s a bummer! I mean, not seeing that magnificent body of hers again. But, all the girls had those sleek aerobic-style bodies that made men drool. Since they make me slobber, I guess that makes me a man.

Finishing in the bath, I wrapped a towel around me, chest high, and proceeded into the bedroom. Upon seeing the wardrobe laid out, I again thought of turning around and bathing for another hour. I mean, there it was – a full private school, Miss Comstock’s School for Girls, uniform. Oh, aren’t we going to be a fancy-nancy!

So, a white satin 36C bra, with a proper insert, was first, followed by a white garter belt and lacy, white satin panties. By now, the clothes were second-nature to me – essentially meaning that I felt comfortable in them. I managed to roll up and put on the taupe-colored stockings next, although I did have a bit of a time with them. Why did they have to get seamed ones – it’s a bitch getting the damned thing to stay straight. A scoop-neck camisole followed, and a lace-hemmed half-slip finished off the underwear.

The Peter Pan collared blouse was a pale lime-green with the school crest and motto, located on the left just over the heart, in gold, and a navy blue pleated skirt to finish it off. The shoes, thankfully, were low-heel dark blue Oxfords. Curious as I was, I resisted the urge to know exactly where they got these things.

"Terri, if you’d like to know, these are Toni’s. Her mother pulled her out about three months ago. She’s going to our school in the fall."

"Well in fact, I didn’t, but since you brought it up, thanks Fran."

With Fran’s able assistance, I had the wig on and fixed in place, the watch and jewelry of mom’s properly placed, and the proper amount of makeup for a proper young prep school student. A dark blue blazer with gold embroidered school crest completed the outfit.

The reflection in the mirror of a fairly attractive schoolgirl startled me – I knew it was of myself, but still . . .

"Hey, stop admiring yourself! If you want a date with her, I’ll fix you up," was Fran’s admonition.

"Okay, Fran!" I replied.

When Fran took me down to be presented to the others, I found Toni’s absence a bit troubling and I wondered what could have happened to her.

"Sandy, where’s Toni," I inquired of my sister.

"He’s coming."

He!?? I ask about a she, and get a "he."

"Hi! Do you come here often?"

The lame pickup line came from behind me, and I turned to look. I don’t know if it was a bad or good thing. I mean, Toni stood there outfitted in brown slacks, checkered short-sleeve shirt, plaid socks, dark blue mocabouts, and a green baseball cap, carrying a red and white baseball jacket – each item of clothing mine. She had a mustache and goatee apparently applied with some type of adhesive.

"Hi doll face! Today is yo’ lucky day ’cause I’m yo’ date," she said, with a straight face even.

"Emmm, errr."

"Yes, I’m wearing your boxers and tee under this. God, are they uncomfortable!"

"Alright, time for pictures," Judy interrupted.

Jean and Judy had digital cameras, while Sandy brought her Polaroid. I guess Fran was going to set up whatever they had in mind. As Fran videotaped, Toni startled me by embracing and kissing me so hard that I thought I could taste her tongue. No, I was tasting it – it went in so far, I almost choked. WOW!

"Okay, come up for air you two."

The girls weren’t satisfied until a rather large number of pictures of us in various poses, including some cuddling scenes on the bed as well as a bit of touchie-feelie by Toni under my skirt, had been taken.

"Now that the niceties are over, we play school."

It was in the rec room that the next episode occurred. Upon entering the downstairs room, I could see a regular chair sitting in the middle of the room, and an old-fashioned school desk off to one side. A table held a few coils of some kind of rope, handcuffs and other implements ready for use. I was glad that I didn’t see an iron maiden, rack, or anything similar.

"Okay, my pretty captive," Toni said in a commanding voice, "turn around and put your hands behind your back."

With tape running, I followed the instructions. Toni secured my hands at the wrist, came to the front and placed several folded pieces of tissue across my mouth and tied them in place with a strip of cloth. Next, with Toni’s help, I was seated in the chair.

"Whoops, almost forgot," she exclaimed as she pulled up the skirt and half-slip, pinning them in place to expose the panty and garters.

More rope was wrapped around the chest, holding me to the chair, and each leg was secured at the ankle to each chair leg. I don’t know how many pix were taken, but there was a lot.

"Oh, poor little schoolgirl," Sandy teased, "do you want your mommie?"

"Mmmmph mmm mmph phmm," was all I could manage. (Sorry, no translator available in that language.)

After an interminable period of time, Judy released me from the bonds, hugged me and reported, "there, now that wasn’t so bad, was it, sweetie?"

I didn’t want to answer, as I had no positive or negative feelings at the time. Besides, I was still gagged.

The next device was the school desk! The seat was pulled down, and I was made to kneel on it, and lay over the desk itself. With my head turned to one side and arms stretched on either side, I was again tied down to the desk and desk legs. I could feel the bindings at my wrists, knees and ankles! The skirt and slip were flipped over, so that the underwear was on display to all.

"Why, I do believe we are getting your best side, Terri," Sandy said smugly.

"Looks good to me," Toni added.

"All right, I think we have enough pix," Fran said, much to my relief.

"Oh T-e-r-r-i, remember what I said about being punished?" Sandra remarked as she waved a hairbrush under my nose.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.

They came at irregular intervals, well laid on, applied to my almost-bare backside. I was unable to move to escape the blows. Okay, there were only ten at most, but it felt like twenty.

"Now that looks like fun," Jean interjected, "can I have a go?"

"No, Jean. She is my brother, and I’m the offended one," Sandy said, "go find your own."

"Oh boy, his ass is as red as a blushing bride," Fran observed.

"mmphh mmm phmn," was the best I could do. If we were going to go shopping, I would need a pillow to sit on.

"Ya know, since he really doesn’t like going out like that, maybe we should just leave him here like that – at least we’ll know where he is!"

"Sounds good!" my darling sister replied. I heard the footsteps cross the floor, go up the steps, and then, darkness.

Darkness

And the full moon

Shows us the right path

Since the ropes were relatively secure, it would be futile to struggle against them. The best course seemed to be to relax and wait for their return. How long could it be – five, six, seven hours? I resisted the urge to cry, but I couldn’t believe my sister, my very own sister, could or would do this to me. I tried to hold out, wanted to, but you can only resist so long; the betrayal was hurting deep inside, oh God sis, HOW COULD YOU! I TRIED TO BE THE BEST BROTHER THAT….. THAT ANY ONE COULD……. COULD WANT OR HAVE. They started, the tears, the feelings, a terrible sense of loss I could not explain, only feel. I closed my eyes, wishing to never open them again. A profound feeling of isolation swept over me, and floodgates deep inside burst open. I was at an emotional peak of happiness just being around the girls, and now this sense of exclusion, of loneliness happens.

"Please, sis, I’ll never bother, talk, or even try to be near you or your friends again," I thought, meaning every word. "I’m extremely sorry for whatever offense I committed or you imagined I committed." At school, I was a loner – I just didn’t fit in; but, there was always my sister – when things at school went wrong, she was there, now I can no longer count on her. "Please, sis! I’m so sorry," I mentally pleaded through the gag.

A sudden shot of light illuminated the room, and the footsteps returned. Each step came closer and closer, and with each step, my mood improved dramatically.

"Hey, sweetie, miss me," Sandra happily cried out.

"W-e-e’r-e Ba-ack!" Fran said.

Oh God, I have never been so happy to hear such lovely soprano voices in my life. The two attacked the gag and ropes, and soon I was freed of the restraints. My first act was to give Sandra the biggest kiss ever.

"Sandy, I never realized how much you mean to me," I said with tears clouding my sight.

Sandy took one look at my face and asked, "God, Terri, what happened? We just went to make a call, sweetie. Gee, I’m really sorry."

It may have been a mistake, but I felt she should know.

"Damn!! I can’t apologize enough to you, Terri," she said, "but from now on, every one of my friends is your friend, too. If they aren’t, then they go – no two ways about it!"

Upstairs in the family room, Sandy relayed the story to the rest, and without exception I was kissed and hugged.

"Maybe I’m a little dense," Judy stated, "but isn’t Sandra away on some weekends? Aren’t you alone then?"

"Yeah, she is!" I replied, "But I have reading, the TV, chores, lots of things to do. There, I could do nothing as I was tied down, and I felt the separation more strongly than ever before."

"Alright, young lady," Toni commented, "you need that makeup repaired."

With Sandra’s help, I got another lesson in Makeup 101. Soon, I was ready to make my debut, as it were, and show the world "Terri," whether it was ready or not. Boy, after that episode, I was REALLY feeling good.

It was just before leaving that Judy gave me a shoulder bag, filled with my "necessities," as a present. I put the strap on my shoulder, then put the blue blazer on. Before going out to the car, I did what any other lady would do: I check my slip!

Outside, Fran was going to drive Toni, my erstwhile lover, and myself, while Jean and Judy took Sandra. As Fran and Judy checked the map and coordinated parking, Toni gave me instructions on "lady-entering-a-car." We were to sit in the back, fasten our seatbelts, and get cozy.

"Okay," Fran said from her twisted position, "we’re going to Acorn Hill Mall, where we will shop in a junior miss shop, jewelry store, whatever else we see, then lunch. Toni will be the male, so don’t mind her comments, ’cause men don’t have a clue about clothes."

"Hey, Fran," I inquired as she started the car, "Why is it that a woman can wear bright colors and look good, while a man in bright colors looks like an idiot?"

There was a pause, then, "Sweetie, I don’t know! If I may make a guess, it might be that bright colors attract the eye, so it’s women who need to attract attention, not the male."

Toni’s hand strayed over and took hold of mine as she asked, "Was it really that bad, Terri? It was only a few minutes to make a private call."

"It was a feeling and thought of abandonment by Sandra. Of being there, in the dark, alone: I found it quite terrifying."

Judy’s car pulled out in front of us, and we followed. It was back to a main road, then a highway. I rode along in silence, occasionally squeezing Toni’s hand for comfort, taking in the scenery on what was now a beautiful day.

Billboards passed, a small diner, trees of various kinds tried to compete with Mickey D’s for the attention of motorists, and little markers for motels and gas stations showed up at irregular intervals. The grass in the median was being mowed, impressed roadside crews were picking up the suburban detritus as their public service – a normal day in the life of this road, but definitely not for me.

"Quarter for your thoughts, TJ," Fran said, interrupting my attempt to make some sense of the world outside as it passed on its merry way.

"Oh, inflation that bad? I guess I’m closer to my sister than I care to admit."

"A feeling of abandonment, huh. Then you know how it feels to a child when her father walks out on her or divorces her mother!"

Toni squeezed harder as she said, "Sometimes the separation is necessary so the little bird can spread its own wings. You have a very strong dependency on Sandra, you know. What might happen today could help!"

"And that’s a secret, right?"

"You got it."

It bugged me, and bugged me. Finally, I couldn’t stand it! "Toni, why the boys things?"

Toni looked at me, smiled an enigmatic smile, then said, "I have a chance to play the part of a male in an upcoming play. I am trying to get into character."

Fran turned on the car radio and the rest of the trip to the mall was filled with some "music." To me, it sounded like an overly loud band tuning up on unfamiliar instruments. If they played by ear, then the ear must be full of wax.

Fran followed Judy into the large parking area between the two arms of the mall. Acorn Hill is a two-level mall with three arms set at 120+ degree angles, extending outward from a central hub. At the end of each arm is a multistory store and enclosed parking area for when there is inclement weather. Shoppers have a total of 57 stores, two auto repair shops and six restaurants to choose from, not including the kiosks in the central food court. The open parking area between the arms is lettered and numbered to assist in remembering where you parked.

As Fran followed Judy, I distinctly heard her mutter, "C’mon girl, park the damn thing already. We got legs, we can walk." I wasn’t too sure about being out in public as "Terri," but it was better than that home-alone shtick.

Judy motioned to Fran, indicating an open space opposite to the one she was pulling into. Fran turned slightly outward, then headed into the indicated space, lined up perfectly with the car facing. I must remember to ask her to teach me to drive, as she was the best I’ve seen.

Fran exited the car, Toni got out and, gallantly, held the door for me. Taking the proffered hand, I got out, and waited as Toni closed the door. Boy, being a pretty girl does have its advantages!

Our group teamed up with the others, Sandra taking one arm and Jean, the other – just another group of girls going shopping.

"Okay, everybody, remember entrance 6, and we parked in area 63B," Judy announced.

As the group checked the mall map, Jean walked on with me in tow. About twenty feet up I spotted them, the "them" being "Tiny" Davies, "Bull" DuPont, and "Basher" Andrews. They were big, tough Second String Footballers, and considered themselves God’s gift to God.

Coming up even with them, I heard their lewd remarks.

"Man oh man, check out the fine babes! Wouldn’t you like a piece of that ass!"

"Hey, sweetcheeks, I’ve got a bed with your name on it," Tiny announced, followed by, "Oh you look so fine, won’t you suck mine," from Bull.

Basher, not to be outdone by the others, said, "Hey, girl, why don’t you try a man, a real man for once! I guarantee you’ll lick, err, like it."

Squeezing Jean’s hand, we walked a little closer and I said, "Who broke you three out of the crib. I’d tell you to go home to your mother, but I don’t think even she would want you. And as for a man," here I grabbed Jean and gave her a big kiss, my reward being her grabbing back.

Jean added to the flames with, "who the hell needs a man when I can get that!"

"Oh hell, a bunch of fuckin’ lezzies," came from a dismayed Bull, using an expletive to make himself sound more grownup.

At that point, Sandra and the rest caught up to us. "These children giving you trouble?" asked a concerned Fran.

"Oh Christ, the rest of the fuckin’ bitch patrol," Basher spat out in disgust.

Having had enough of these immature brats, we moved on to better things. As we turned a corner to enter the mall proper, Jean said, "Wow, you really gave it to them."

"Yeah, Terri. Those things brought out the cat in you," added Judy.

"Well," I said, sheepishly, "I always wanted to put them down, but it’s not much when it comes from a man."

"Were you afraid of getting hurt?"

"Oh no, it’s just that it has more impact when a female cuts into your manhood."

Fear lives in all,

It’s how you deal with it

That says you’re a man

Judy hooked my arm on the left, Toni took the right, and Fran stationed herself right behind me. Ahead, standing just outside the entrance to a ladies wear shop, I could see the reason: a reddish-brown-haired beauty by the name of Nancy. I almost didn’t notice an older woman to her right. She was a well-built, auburn woman that was attracting attention from every man passing. I was about to meet this formidable amazon, whether I liked, or wanted to.

As we approached the attractive pair the older woman acknowledged our presence. "Sandra, how nice to see you again on such a gorgeous day," said the tall woman, warmly, as if greeting an old friend.

"Good morning, Ms. Mueller, hi Nancy. It’s so nice to see you, too. I believe you know most of my friends, and I would like you to meet a very special friend. Terri, I’d like you to meet Ms. Kathy Mueller, Miss Nancy Mueller. Kathy, Nance, this is my special sister, Terri."

"I’m very pleased to meet you, Ms. Mueller," I said as I politely shook the offered hand. "And I’m pleased to meet you too, Miss Mueller."

Ms. Kathy Mueller was over six feet tall, weighed about 170 lb., and looked like an Olympics competitor. Her turquoise blue eyes flashed with humor, like there was an untold joke hiding there. I knew mom worked in a company owned by this powerhouse, and now meeting her was a special event.

Shaking Nancy’s hand, trying to avoid being recognized as TJ, I glanced at her eyes and saw the same mirth there. As she hugged me, I heard her soft whisper, "I know it’s you, TJ, and so does mom."

 

To Be Continued --

Annie O

 

 

 

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