Part 5: Girls just want to have fun

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

Sleeping whilst your arms are tied to the corners of your bed is an experience that takes some getting used to. You can't turn and lie on your side or curl up; you can't scratch yourself; you can't huddle up if you're feeling cold... and you sure as hell can't play with yourself first thing in the morning. I was in such a constant state of sexual excitement, I'm sure there were moments it drove out all other conscious thought. Things were hardly improved by the fact that I was made to wear a thong in bed, tucking my family jewels out of sight. If I raised my head off the pillow, I would see the two quivering mounds of my breasts, a stomach that was getting gradually slimmer as the days passed, and out of sight, beneath the thong, a desperate, hidden penis tucked away between my legs. There was nothing I could do to relieve myself; it was deliciously frustrating. I would have given anything to have my arms freed.

...it was deliciously frustrating."

Things were made worse by the bedtime and wake-up rituals conducted by Lisa-Mae and Kat: the prolonged minutes of tickling, stroking and teasing; the kisses, licking and earlobe-nibbling; the seductive, saucy whispers and the warm breath against my neck; everything conspired to turn me on more and more whilst denying me any chance of gratification. That was something I found I could only do once a week (if I was lucky) whilst cleaning the bathroom, dressed in a latex maid's outfit (in between having my bottom spanked or pinched by either of the girls as I went by).

This wasn't the extent of my trials, though. For the crime of being caught in a drunken moment of lust with Lisa-Mae whilst in drag at one of Kat's parties, she decided to see how far I could go dressed as a woman, to the extent that I was hairless from the neck down, was the proud possessor of a bust that would make the cast of 'Baywatch' jealous, had a collar that would make my voice sound girly, and a wardrobe that would see me through the gym, swimming pool, nightclubs and fetish bars, before even mentioning the kinky nightwear I now had.

The girls had ways of making me so desperate, I even begged them for permission to just masturbate (they didn't know of my illicit weekly release). I was denied at every turn.

All these were nothing compared to my latest task: I was going to become a professional woman. Kat, Lisa-Mae and I were to act as models--booth hoochies, eye candy, whatever you want to call it--in some sex expo, hoping to entice customers to the stand belonging to the shop where most of Kat bought her toys. I wasn't entirely sure what we were expected to wear, but I was fairly sure it would involve Lisa-Mae squeezing my nuts out of sight and me tucking myself away in order to pass as a woman to casual observers... and (given the nature of this job), not-so-casual ones.

It was mid-morning, the day before, when Lisa-Mae and Kat were sunning themselves in their bikinis, and I was sweeping the steps leading down to the dungeon. I looked at the range of toys and devices, wondering what it would be like to be a woman, happily inserting one of the sleek vibrators into my vaTina, letting it slowly build me up towards a wholesome climax. Do women feel the same sense of guilt using vibrators as men do when masturbating? The feeling, when you come to your senses, that you've done something shameful and pointless? The nagging voice that asks just what the hell you think you're doing?

I paused my sweeping and picked up one of the more realistic-looking dildos, more realistically sculpted and painted than the one I fellated during the 'Truth or Dare' game.

I wondered what it must be like to be a woman giving a real blow job, seeing this thing protruding towards you. I opened my mouth and decided to see how my mouth would fit around it. I kissed the tip, and slid it past my teeth into my mouth. The thing was huge. I pushed it back as far as I dared before feeling the urge to gag.

"Are you cleaning up down there?" asked Kat. I heard the stairs creak. In a panic, I slid the dildo out and put it back on the shelf.

"Yes, I'm nearly finished," I replied girlishly, my voice raised in pitch by the collar I wore. Her footsteps approached down the stairs.

"It's good to see you hard at work, petal," she said, surveying the room as she entered, "You're earning your keep."

I held onto a broom as a prop, blushing slightly, unsure of what to do.

Kat was immediately suspicious, narrowing her eyes at me. She looked around the room, trying to see what was amiss. It didn't take her long to spot the sheen of saliva on the dildo I had just been sucking.

"Oh my! Well, well, well! You're curious, eh, petal?" she said in a mocking tone, "You want to experiment with some good hard cock inside you? You little whore!"

I swallowed and said nothing, trying not to catch her look.

"You're feeling sexually frustrated, aren't you?" she asked.

"I am so constantly horny you wouldn't believe it," I said, the voice collar making me sound like a desperate woman.

"Follow me, and we'll get some... activities set up for you," she said with a smile, leading me back upstairs.

"Lisa-Mae! Come down here!" Kat yelled. Lisa-Mae strolled downstairs from the roof in her denim bikini.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"This RANDY little SLUT has been SUCKING ALL THE DILDOS downstairs!" said Kat, gleefully.

I gasped with embarrassment.

"You must be so horny!"

"Oh, God! You must be so... horny!" Lisa-Mae giggled, "and confused!"

"Not quite a boy, not quite a girl," said Kat, "let's see if we can make you feel like a proper woman, shall we, petal?"

"How are we going to do that?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"You've been getting used to your body for a couple of weeks, now, but maybe you need to learn how to use it like we do," said Kat, "Come to the living room with us - that's the only space big enough - and we'll... explore with you."

Exploring? The idea of exploring our bodies together sent my imagination into new realms of fantasy.

"Put your unitard on, sweetie, and join us there," Kat said. I hurried to my bedroom to take off my maid outfit.

I liked it when Lisa-Mae and Kat both wore their spandex unitards, very fetching, figure-hugging items that stuck to every curve and glinted with promise. Every detail, every crack and bump of their bodies was perfectly outlined in shininess.

Lisa-Mae called my name, entered the bedroom in her blue unitard and cracked her knuckles. I sighed. The drawback of wearing unitards was having to have my balls squeezed into my body. Once again, I put my arms around her, and enjoyed the sensation of our breasts touching as she did her evil work before I put a thong on.

My own unitard was much shorter and adhered to me like a second skin. My crotch was smoothed away and betrayed no hint of my sex. By breasts were hugged together in the embrace of spandex, tightly held together when I slipped the front over them. When the three of us dressed like this, I felt incredibly randy, especially since I could so rarely relieve my frustrations.

In the living room, Kat had put a DVD of yoga or Pilates on the TV. The furniture had been moved aside, and three exercise mats lay on the carpet.

"Let's get started, shall we petal?" She came back, wearing her pink unitard. I loved the way she looked at me in my unitard; I loved the way they both did. They definitely wanted me, and lusted after me.

"First, you have to think and feel differently," Kat said, "The trouble is, boys do everything with their dicks - think with them, play with them, and experience pleasure with them. But girls know differently - Don't we?"

"Your whole body can be an erogenous zone," said Lisa-Mae, "If you let it."

We sat on the mats, adopting similar poses.

	"You have to think and feel differently."

"So we want to start by getting you feeling with your whole body," said Kat. I already was, I wanted to say, I felt the unitard's pressure on my breasts, thighs, backside and crotch with every movement I made.

"Suck in your stomach more," Lisa-Mae told me, "You've been walking about like you always did, slouching."

"It's like you're trying to hide your boobs," said Kat, "Stick your chest out, petal! Show us what you've got! You've got them, now, so you may as well enjoy them!"

I sucked in and thrust my chest out, my tits straining against the spandex.

"That's it, sweetie!" said Kat, "Now breathe in and out deeply. In all the way... and out..."

I started breathing, but evidently not hard enough.

"You've got to really get it all in and all the way out," said Lisa-Mae, "Close your eyes and let yourself feel it all the way through your body."

We continued the inhaling and exhaling, filling the room with our rhythmic sighs. After a while I started to feel a bit light-headed, euphoric, even.

"Faster," Kat instructed.

We quickened the tempo. I found it harder to breathe just as deeply - I could breathe hard or fast, but not both together. In the end, the loud panting got more and more strained. I think we were all hyperventilating. It sounded like we were faking orgasms.

"And rest," said Kat, letting us catch our breath. My heart pounded.

"You can increase your pleasure having sex by doing that," Lisa-Mae told me."

"You can even fake orgasms with it as well," said Kat.

I knew it, I thought.

"Next, you have to realize that you can't walk about and behave the way you did as a boy," she said.

"You have to move differently," Lisa-Mae agreed as she lay down on the mat.

Kat played the DVD.

"You have to move differently."

"Now pay attention to this and do everything you're told to do," Kat said.

The DVD was actually quite dull, and seeing a slightly older (but no less enthusiastic) woman in tight gym clothes was nothing compared to being next to Kat and Lisa-Mae for real, in their tight, shiny outfits. The things the limber lady told us to do were fairly taxing, though.

We had to lie on our sides, stretching our bodies in various ways, holding our breath and letting go. I could feel the strain all along my back, in my legs and arms.

We repeated several actions while balancing on one knee and one elbow, stretching our free limbs in ways that I wouldn't expect to use in everyday life. Every reach and flex shifted the weight of my boobs, constantly reminding me of these alien things in my chest (I still couldn't really think of them in any other way at this point). It took a while for me to ignore the feeling of them shifting under my tight spandex.

When I did, I found I was concentrating more and more intently on trying to maintain some of the bizarre contortions the woman on the DVD was asking us to perform. The aches in my wearying limbs took over from the peculiar ache around my squeezed scrotum. When I looked down at my own body, going through the movements, it got harder and harder to think of myself as male. All I could see were female attributes flexing or jiggling away.

Just over halfway through, I felt my body starting to protest, my excitement at being in close proximity to the girls (and ogling them whenever I could), having long since dissipated. The enjoyable figure-hugging spandex became a tight, tormenting prison for my body (especially my pouting breasts) to fight against. It went on for about an hour before I heard the woman say "I hope you enjoyed this session, and keep practicing!"

She waffled on about the benefits of the workout, but I was too sore to care.

"Keep sucking in your tummy, sweetie," said Kat, breathing heavily.

"And breathe like us," said Lisa-Mae, her chest also rising and falling with Kat's.

"How do you feel?" Kat asked.

"Sore all over!" I retorted.

"Anywhere that isn't sore?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"My head," I replied.

"Anything else?" she asked, lightly brushing a finger against by breast. Without looking down, I could tell my nipples were hardening again. I could tell by the smile on Lisa-Mae's face.

"Perhaps we can help each other rub the tension out of our bodies?" Kat suggested, "Maybe help you explore the... female form... a bit better?"

She slid a hand over her shiny unitard.

I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Why don't you come over to the couch," said Lisa-Mae, "and we'll show you how to use your whole body."

They shunted the couch forwards so they could both stand behind it.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, feeling a faint stirring in my loins.

"Just sit down here," she said, patting the cushions, "and we'll explain a bit more of how to be a girl."

"How to enjoy being a girl," Lisa-Mae added.

I walked over, not entirely sure if I could trust them.

	"...enjoy being a girl."

"Sit down," said Kat. It seemed innocent enough. I did so.

I felt two pairs of hands start to rub my shoulders and brush fingers through my hair.

"You make a really good girlfriend, you know," Kat told me. Her voice was sincere. She wasn't play-acting 'mistress of the house', or pretending to be an instructor. She was, I could tell, speaking plainly, from the heart.

"It must have been quite a shock when you found out you now had boobs. But you seem to have recovered from it. It wasn't all that bad, now was it?"

I thought about this. She might be in a receptive mood, so I ventured to ask:

"But I still don't understand why. I mean, I don't mind dressing up for you, and wearing those breast forms... why go to all the trouble of... of making me into a girl?"

The hands kept gently massaging, fingers nimbly stroking my skin and gently easing the tension from my head, neck and shoulders.

"I was due to have the surgery for myself," Kat replied, "It was... not quite a spur of the moment decision, but I saw how much you enjoyed dressing up, and you were eager to join us for the summer. So I thought I'd take it one step further."

"We also feel more comfortable thinking of you as a girl in boy's skin," said Lisa-Mae, "You're not what we think of as 'boyish', like others we know. You treat us like friends, not as sex objects."

Oh, lady, I thought, if only you knew the lurid fantasies I concoct for myself when I'm alone at night!

"We thought you could handle it," she said, "you're smart enough."

Aha, I thought cynically, now you're flattering me.

"But, why?" I persisted.

"We wanted you to dress up like a girl every day anyway," said Kat, "So why waste all that time and effort with breast forms when you can have proper implants? Nobody else needs to know, just us. And anyway, they look good on you."

At this, I felt two hands slide their fingernails gently down my side, under the curves of my breasts. The tingle was electrifying. I sighed from the rush of simple pleasure.

"They feel good too, don't they?" said Lisa-Mae.

"Think of it as taking a holiday from yourself," said Kat, "instead of spending the summer as..." when she said my name, the same (androgynous) name I had as a boy or a girl, she made it sound drab and unexciting, "...doing dull work, wishing you had a dream girl, why not actually be that dream girl? It's different, it's a learning experience, it can be immense fun! You can dress up every day and reinvent yourself!"

"And you get to spend every day with us," said Lisa-Mae, "and share a little more intimacy with us. You are closer to us now than you, or any other male, has ever been!"

"If the price of all that, for one summer, is to feel... emasculated, well, is that really too high a price to pay?" Kat asked, "After all, you've still got all your... bits... it's just that you won't be using them. And I think you'll find there can be... compensations."

The hands strayed towards my belly and breasts. I tipped my head back and sighed with my eyes closed. So much of it was so perverse, so wrong, and yet I wanted to believe that this was actually going to be a really interesting, exciting summer.

"You look so gorgeous," Kat whispered in my ear.

"I've never seen anyone looking sexier," said Lisa-Mae, on the other side.

"You are... beautiful!"

I gasped as a hand stroked between my thighs.

"We all want each other," said Kat, "Now we can!"

I don't know who kissed me while my mouth was open. Was it Kat or Lisa-Mae? All I know is that my whole body was being teased into a furnace of agitated lust by their hands and a mouth closed over mine, a tongue probing inside. I reciprocated, moaning in delight as we explored each other's mouths. A brief pause as the mouth parted, before--another? The same?--deep kiss.

The hands were now playfully teasing my breasts through the fabric of my unitard, and stroking my inner thighs. My own hands were held up in surrender, flopped back against the cushions. I could feel my tucked-back penis, rock hard, trapped and throbbing away as I sat on it. I squirmed with frustration at being unable to touch it.

"Your whole body is an erogenous zone," said Kat, "Let yourself be turned on by it!"

I felt two hands tease my erect nipples. Lisa-Mae, I guessed.

I couldn't resist placing my hands over my crotch, just to make a gesture towards relieving my tension.

"That feeling you have right now," Lisa-Mae whispered, "Like you're about to burst? That's how I like to feel when I'm being turned on."

"It's how I want you to feel," said Kat, running her hands all over.

"You can relieve the feeling with the breathing we showed you," Kat continued, "you might even be able to give yourself a 'dry orgasm'."

"Or you can take lots of exercise to tire yourself out," Lisa-Mae suggested.

"We just want you to start behaving as a woman," said Kat, "only as a woman."

"I really want to cum," I moaned.

"So do I," said Kat, "because turning you on, and seeing you like a horny, helpless girlfriend, turns me on too."

I wanted to ask, so why don't we have sex, then?

"Now you're behaving like a girl," said Lisa-Mae.

With that, I heard the hidden implication that I wouldn't be allowed to do anything more than rub myself against them in frustration. Sex, as I wanted to have it, clearly wasn't going to happen between us. Not unless I could turn the tables on them, and have them beg me.

But amid the stroking, tickling, kissing and soft whispers, that would have to be later.

"We could always give you a toy," said Lisa-Mae, "if it all gets too much for you."

"Mmmmm," I moaned.

"We could give you a little vibrating toy, one that you could use on yourself."

"Ohhh," I whispered, starting to writhe with built-up excitement.

"A vibrator to tickle your prostate with, perhaps," said Kat, "maybe you can find some release with that?"

"We could always give you a toy."

"Huhhhhh," I sighed with disappointment and opened my eyes.

"Don't you want that?" she asked, "Don't you want a toy to help you cum like a woman?"

"We can give it to you anyway," said Lisa-Mae, "You can keep it on your bed-side table. For whenever you feel the need."

I said nothing, but my feelings must have been obvious.

"Aw, poor sweetheart!" said Kat, smiling with affection as she kissed my cheek.

"But you really are one of the girls, you know," said Lisa-Mae as I tried to make myself comfortable in the couch.

"Remember, tomorrow is our first big day out as girls together," said Kat in a tender voice, "It's not like the shopping trip we made. This is all day, petal, and you could be talking to the public. People will probably want to take photos of you. But nobody, I promise you, nobody will ever guess who you really are... and we're both proud you made it this far."

She kissed me again on the cheek. Lisa-Mae stroked my thigh, her hands wandering to my feminized crotch as she kissed my neck.

My penis grew hot and hard again, trapped unseen under the tight clothes I had to endure.

I glanced down and realized that nothing showed. Throughout the whole session of stroking, tickling and teasing, not once did I look like a man turned on; I looked like a girl. I wouldn't be pleasured like a man, certainly not by these two, and suddenly felt very alone. A whole summer, not 'taking a holiday', but 'trapped'. They couldn't possibly understand how I felt, and now they were going to parade me about. Was this all I was to them? Nothing more than some sort of forced-feminization trophy?

I started crying.

	"I treasured the closeness."

"Oh..." said Lisa-Mae, with sympathy, "what's wrong?"

I shook my head, trying to deny there was even a problem.

"You can tell us," said Kat, "what is it?"

I desperately wanted to be a man again. I wanted to have honest to goodness straight sex.

"I love you both," I said, trying to hide my frustrations before breaking down completely, hugging them closer to me as I shivered, "I love you so much and there's nothing I can do about it! I want more than this!"

"Aw, that is so sweet!" said Kat, a melted-heart look of sympathy on her face.

"I always knew you weren't like other guys," Lisa-Mae told me, "You're better."

They both hugged me and cooed sympathetically, not realizing I was actually crying for my loss of masculinity. But the closeness we shared then, I treasured.

 

*

We had to be at the exhibition centre early, so the next day I was excused from my chores so we could leave quickly (after breakfast and a supervised cold shower, in my case). Putting on makeup and perfume, fastening the collar around my neck all helped me to focus on getting through the day. As I got ready to go out, I reflected that yesterday's outburst was long overdue; it had doubtless been building ever since I first woke up in Kat's house with my new breasts. At least I didn't say what was really bugging me: the deliberate denial of my manhood and my desire to screw both the girls senseless in every position known to man or beast. At least it made them more sympathetic to me. Perhaps it would help hasten the ordeal's end? It was a distant hope, but one I could cling to.

"It's time we were off; I don't want to be late," she said as she let us out. For the car journey, Lisa-Mae and I wore thin summer jackets, more for modesty than anything else.

When we arrived, there were several people waiting by the gates to the exhibition area, aimlessly walking about. The eyes of every man there were fixed on the three of us as we were ushered past the gates.

Kat led us through a warren of booths, flat panels erected to form walls and backdrops to different vendors and displays. The things I saw there were enough to complete my sex education and then some.

"This is all the stuff they never told me about in school," I said in my girly, collar-enhanced voice.

"Maybe we should educate you sometime," said Kat with a grin.

We retreated to a hidden changing area to put on the clothes given to us for the expo.

Lisa-Mae and I had identical grey bike shorts and cropped Tee-tops in spandex, with 'EROTICA' emblazoned across them in bold letters. With our sexy little boots on, we made a fine pair of models. With everything tucked away, there was no chance I could be mistaken for a man. I loved the shorts; I love the way they clamped around my thighs, stretched around my backside and their silky texture.

"You two make a fine couple!" said Kat, waiting by the front door. She wore a tight, PVC dominatrix dress and high heels, looking every inch a dominant young woman. Once again my heart fluttered at the thought of submitting myself sexually to her. Then I remembered, I already had.

"Maybe we could educate you some time."

Our booth was filled with much of the same stock as the shop we had visited the week before. Kat spoke to the proprietress as Lisa-Mae and I practiced different poses that we hoped would entice customers.

"Very nice, Lisa-Mae!" said another young woman, dressed identically to us, approaching the booth.

"Hi Tina," said Lisa-Mae, exchanging a quick hug with her. Immediately I picked up something odd between them, but I had no idea what it could be.

"And hello," she said to me, in a husky voice. We introduced ourselves to each other. There was a look in her eyes that told of wanton filthiness, a girl who had many desires and was happily subservient to all of them.

"Tina!" exclaimed Kat, a look of delirium on her face, "Oh my God! I haven't seen you since you stopped by the party! How have you been?"

They both started chatting amiably, old friends reunited. Lisa-Mae looked a little put out.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Tina is Kat's ex," she said, "they parted on friendly terms, while... Never mind, it's complicated. I think they still love each other, but it's unusual. I can't explain it to you. I don't think Kat would want me to, either."

I nodded and took the hint to leave the subject for now. I can say, however, that I later learned that the joke about 'trisexual' meaning 'will try anything sexual' could have been invented for Tina; she provided me with the most profound head-fuck of my summer with Kat and Lisa-Mae. But that's a story best left for another time.

Once the expo opened, Kat stayed by the booth, to talk or demonstrate some of the products to potential customers, while the other three of us took it in turns to wander the exhibition hall with leaflets, directing people towards our booth.

My first sortie was with Lisa-Mae. There were numerous photographers stalking the aisles, and for some reason I was a popular subject. I wondered why--and had a moment of panic when I wondered if everyone knew I was really a man--but Lisa-Mae assured me it was because I was a blond bombshell with big tits, in sexy tight clothing.

Well, that's a relief, I thought sarcastically.

The second sortie had Lisa-Mae and Tina team up. I stayed behind with Kat. We couldn't speak to each other much--several customers came our way--but she looked happy.

"I used to go out with Tina," she said, "she's great fun to be with! If anything, she's the one who... pretty much convinced me that girlfriends are much more fun than boyfriends."

I smiled and nodded, but not with any true understanding.

"Why did you split up?" I asked.

"She finished university," Kat shrugged, "she's a model now, and her jobs take her all over the place. We're still good friends, and keep in touch when we can. There's none of the rancor with her that I had with my boyfriend at school."

Boom. There it was: I had always thought Kat was a lesbian, but she had apparently tricked me. This was news, though! I always thought homosexuals were compelled by biology. Kat, it seems, made a choice instead. I mentally recategorized her as bisexual, or at least bi-curious, and tried not to let my surprise show. It explained her interest in gender issues at university, though.

By late morning, after Lisa-Mae and Tina had returned, it was my turn to patrol with Tina.

"We're still good friends."

"So, Kat and Lisa-Mae tell me that you're their new project," she said in her throaty voice.

I had no idea how to reply to this, so I nodded, "M-hm!"

"Well, I am very impressed!" she told me, "You look incredible! I would never have guessed, not in a million years!"

"Thank you," I said, "I was hoping that nobody would notice."

Her hand reached down and grabbed my ass.

"So what kind of a girl are you?" she asked, "Party girl? Virgin? Slut? Bitch?"

"Um..."

"Oh, you're not sure? Must be a..." she dropped her voice to whisper in my ear, "...sweet, innocent virgin!"

"If you put it that way," I agreed, my cheeks flushing, "I guess so."

"Don't worry," she beamed, "you're in good hands with Kat. She'll know just what to do. She'll treat you right. Believe me, I know. I know!"

Tina swayed her hips as she progressed through the hall, ensnaring people's attention with a twitch of her ample cleavage and her broad smile, before redirecting them to our booth. She flirted with everyone, playfully running her fingers through her hair and standing in just the right way to make men think they had struck lucky.

"She's been emailing me all about you, you know," Tina told me, "She likes you, all right! Trust me, before long, you'll have both of them begging for more time with you!"

"Yeah," I said wistfully, "I just wish..."

I trailed off.

"You wish you could have sex with them?" said Tina, "I can understand that! Kat said you were a bit upset at your situation yesterday. Orgasm denial is a pain, but it's worth it in the end."

"For what?"

"When you do finally have one! It makes it so much more special!"

"When am I going to be allowed one, then? I never have the chance!"

"I'll talk to Kat for you," said Tina, "besides, she told me that she and Lisa-Mae stuck their tongues down your throat yesterday, which is quite a head-fuck for Kat. She still doesn't know if you're a boy or a girl, but she likes what she sees. I'll remind her it must be quite a head-fuck for you too. Oh... smile!"

I looked to where she pointed and managed a quick grin as a flash went off.

"Lisa-Mae says the photographers have latched onto you."

"It does seem that way," I said.

"Remember, your tits and ass are only part of your arsenal," she said, "once you have them, smile sweetly, wink, treat the camera like you want it to take care of you. It's the personality that captures a photo. Men will look at a nude and whack off over it, but if the model has a sweet smile, a nice face, they'll keep coming back to it. Tits for attention, smile to hold them there!"

"Okay," I said, and blew kisses at the lenses pointed in our direction, smiling shyly and grinning broadly and waving coyly. I tried to put the thought of men masturbating over my photographs out of my mind.

"You're good!" said Tina, approvingly, "You're really getting into this!"

We took staggered lunches, so that there was always at least one person standing at the booth. Kat, Lisa-Mae and Tina went off together, leaving me to beckon people in. I spoke to a few customers, and not one ever suspected that I was actually not a woman. In some ways, it was a tremendous relief.

Lisa-Mae was the first to return, and seemed apprehensive.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "It's not Tina and Kat, is it?"

"No, no," she said, "I'm totally fine with that; they're not going to resume anything. Kat and I are still an item. No worries, there."

I had no reason to disbelieve her; she seemed pretty convinced.

"So what is it? You seem a little... distracted."

"It's nothing," she said, shaking her head and smiling.

We stood at the entrance to the booth for a few awkward moments, before she said, "We do both care about you too, you know that, don't you?"

"You and Kat?"

	"...there were still female secrets."

"Yeah. Whatever happens, you won't be hurt."

Now there was a statement to alarm me. I was a bit confused, but I knew enough not to ask any more.

When Kat and Tina returned, Tina looked... determined? Kat was pensive and looked worried. She wasn't her usual, talkative, dominant, bubbly self.

This odd dynamic, Lisa-Mae's concern for me, Kat's pensiveness and Tina's look as though a big decision had been made, persisted through the afternoon. I was stuck in the middle wondering what the hell was going on. I put it down to the fact that they were women, I was a man, and that despite everyone's best efforts to feminize me, there were still female secrets I would never get to the bottom of.

Silly me.

  

  

  

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