Part 7: It Might As Well Rain Until September

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

It was late July. For nearly a month, I had been feminized and turned into the perfect girl friend for my university friends Kat and Lisa-Mae, who were keen to make me look and feel like a woman in both body and soul. I now wore a metal chastity tube almost every waking moment (and every single sleeping one), which was designed to stop my penis from becoming erect. If I wore loose skirts with tights, it would be cuffed to my scrotum. If I wore anything tight, like shorts or leggings, the cuff would come off, my balls squeezed into my body by Lisa-Mae (who was now quite proficient at it), and my chastised, tubed penis tucked back along my gusset (I usually wore a thong; no place for VPL in this girl's life).

If I became aroused, I would feel a deep yearning in my groin, a tight pain, but nothing else would come of it. It would drive me crazy, as my body was turned on and every nerve became hypersensitive, yet my chastised penis, especially when tucked away out of sight, was the only part of me that would not be teasingly stroked or tickled. Lisa-Mae and Kat both enjoyed my discomfort immensely.

This was all because, for reasons best known only to her, Kat gave me a blow job. And I came into her mouth. She was so repelled by this, she decided I would only be truly female if my penis was no longer a factor in my life. At least it was still there.

Now that I was unable to orgasm, and indeed hadn't done so since my crime the previous week, getting turned on was as much as I could hope for. I wouldn't find any release (although I did come close when Lisa-Mae used a strap-on on me - that was playing around after my chastisement).

Kat took a while to get over the incident (several days, in fact), during which I was almost constantly required to wear my latex maid's uniform and act as her servant. Slave would be closer, since I had no real choice in anything I did any more. It got to the point where, just to get a chance to wash the uniform, I even had to wear the red fancy dress costume I was given at the party back in June, when this whole sorry business began.

Why did I agree to it, I wondered. It seemed like it would be a fun summer, moving in with Kat and Lisa-Mae, dressing up for them, and generally chilling out. Instead, I was a big-breasted, bleach-blond maid, working as a booth babe for various events and exhibitions.

The first few were easy enough. There was a computer games event within driving distance of Kat's place, and they needed girls to dress up as characters from the games. All were large-chested and wore tight clothing, which drew a few snide comments from Kat, and my defense (that computers didn't have the power to render looser clothing accurately) fell on deaf ears.

The first game I helped promote, a "Star Trek" title, required me to dress up in a silver catsuit which was a bizarre kind of fantasy-come-true for me. At least I wasn't a Klingon. The catsuit was designed with seams and fabrics that would enhance my figure even further. With my hair combed and arranged to resemble the comely Jeri Ryan, I looked like the fantasy babe of my dreams.

"Fantasy Babes"

I think just about every other male in the place would have agreed. Game reviewers, magazine editors, game fans and Trekkies, all descended to check out the game, and check out me when they weren't playing it. Thankfully, I knew just enough about this particular series to be able to respond to the few questions and comments that came my way, which impressed the team running the booth. A large number of people asked to have their pictures taken with me in various poses. I tried not to think of myself as a girl, but a guy dressing up (being surrounded by games and science fiction, that was easy - it was like a holiday from my 'holiday' with Kat), and treated every shoulder I put my arm around no differently than I would for any of the group photos I'd been in at school or university. It was so good to regress back to being a nerd again, even if only for a day or two, that I felt more relaxed than I had since summer started. It must have showed. Hell, half the booth team wanted their pictures taken with me too!

The feedback must have traveled, since Kat mentioned it later on.

"Admit it, you loved it, didn't you?" she said, dressed as some sort of fantasy character.

"My kind of people I guess," I said with a shrug, "I'm a geek."

"Not with me you're not," she whispered with an evil smile, "you're my air-headed blond girlfriend. You're eye-candy. Those men over there don't care what you think, they just want to fuck you. They thought you were flirting with them. That's why you were so popular!"

"I think it's more than that," I said.

"Dream on!" Kat snorted, "They wanted to take you home! They wanted to put their hands all over you and hear you whisper sweet nothing to them. Tonight, they'll be thinking about the sexy chick they met, and the curves of her body, not what you were talking about!"

I wanted to retort, but any argument I would have summoned was undermined by Lisa-Mae's greeting.

	"Ask if you can keep the costume!"

"Good god, girl, I could bang you 'til you screamed!" she said, eyeing me up and down. She wore a fantasy-themed costume that would have had guys running for her booth.

"I bet you had guys touching you all over," she grinned, "you look hot! Ask if you can keep the costume!"

Kat looked back at me with a smug look that said, "I told you."

*

It seemed as though all the jobs Kat arranged were designed to demonstrate that every single person I met would treat me like a sexy girl. Men and women would all regard me as a busty blond good-time girl, fun to look at but not worth talking to: eye-candy without an opinion of her own. She reinforced this at home by keeping me on maid duties and only speaking to order me around. When Lisa-Mae spoke to me, it was only to say how sexy I looked, or to tease me. I had no outlet for my thoughts, there was nobody who would treat me as an equal.

For example, we worked at an open-air beer festival dressed as frauleins carrying steins of beer. All we had to do was fetch and carry. Waiters and waitresses took the orders, but it was the girls who did the carrying, in our stockings and kinky little skirts that seemed to stick out more like tutus, with our cleavages barely contained by the tightly-packed tops. It took no conversational skills and no brainpower beyond remembering where each table was on the vast lawn and returning to the tent where the bar was to pick up the next order.

I overheard men - middle-aged men - talking about us favorably (admittedly, there were more girls dressed as frauleins than just the three of us, but my hearing was sensitive enough to distinguish comments that were obviously being made about me, Kat and Lisa-Mae. I also heard a few sarcastic comments from their wives, usually along the lines of 'you can tell these bimbos weren't hired for their thinking skills'.

"Frauleins"

There were hardly any younger people (by which I mean, people closer to my own age) there. Surrounded in a sea of long tables by fat, dumpy, grey-haired folk, the best I could do to keep my spirits up was try to glimpse and ogle some of the other girls as they passed by, or as I walked behind them. I simply ignored the fact that I would have looked just as sexy as they did, and let my imagination run rampant, imagining what it would be like to undress them and give them a few wild and climactic sessions in bed. A throbbing pain in my gusset reminded me that in my chastised state, that was unlikely to happen anytime soon.

"You look flushed," Lisa-Mae told me during one of our breaks. We both sat on a table, out of sight behind the bar in the tent, our short skirts

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure."

"I really want to take this chastity tube off and just have an orgasm. That isn't too much to ask for, is it? Just to cum?"

She stifled a laugh. Her breasts quivered in her ruffled top.

"Oh, you poor babe! You must be so horny and frustrated! I'll speak to Kat for you."

"How long is she going to stay mad at me?"

"Don't worry about it," she reassured me, "everything will be fine." She stroked my stockinged leg.

"This isn't exactly what I thought I'd be doing this summer," I said, "and there are moments where it really gets to me, you know?"

"Well I think you're magnificent," she said, and leaned over to kiss me. Our mouths opened, and our tongues slid around each other's mouths. We drew closer, her arm, stroking higher up my leg and around my rubbery thong. I ran one hand along her thigh and another against her bosom. She gently squeezed one of my breasts, an electrifying tingle of arousal sending my whole body into shivers. The throb from my chastity tube pulsed faster and faster.

"Oh God," I said, "If I don't get to cum soon, I think I'm going to go crazy!"

"I'll talk to Kat," she repeated.

	"I'll talk to Kat."

At the end of the day we took off the fraulein costumes (which got quite chilly to wear) and put on our figure-hugging dresses which, oddly enough, just felt that little bit more respectable (or less ridiculous, at any rate). We got into Kat's car and listened to some music while the darkening countryside rolled past - we had been dressed up for nine hours by my reckoning - for the three-hour drive back to Kat's place.

"Lisa-Mae told me something interesting today," Kat said as we pulled up in front of the house, "You're feeling a bit horny right now, petal?"

"Um, yeah," I admitted.

"Well, let's go to the living room and unwind a bit, and we can talk about it."

After we got in, Lisa-Mae got a bottle of wine while Kat went to her room. I sank onto the sofa, tired from a long day of fetching and carrying. When Lisa-Mae brought me my glass I gulped my first mouthful without any ceremony.

"God, that's good," I said.

"Cheers," she grinned and tapped her glass against mine. Kat returned with her camera.

"Oh no, not again!" I whined. The last time I had been filmed was for my chastisement, which involved a little swatting on my bare backside from Kat's riding crop and a mind-bending set of questions and answers that were twisted to convince me that everything I said was a feminine response.

"I'm just curious," Kat said, "I just want to record your feelings, that's all."

Oh, now she was interested in my feelings? Funnily enough her allure, even in her skimpy, tight red dress and calf-high boots, had diminished for me somewhat over the past few days. I think I had seen her tyrannical side. Was she softening up at last?

"Tell me how you feel," she said.

"Frustrated," I replied.

"Frustrated how?"

"Um...," my mouth tightened as I mulled over what I wanted to say, "I don't like being treated like a bimbo, like I have been for the past week or so."

Lisa-Mae sat next to Kat, sipping her wine, quietly watching the interview.

"How have you been treated like a bimbo?"

"I haven't been listened to. We haven't talked like friends. I've just been ordered around like your slave girl! I thought I was going to be treated like an equal this summer?"

"Like one of the girls, you mean?"

Well, that was what she had promised before the holiday even began.

"Yeah," I admitted, "I want to be treated like one of the girls... with respect."

"How do you think of yourself?" she asked, "Do you see yourself as one of the girls?"

I gulped more wine while I thought about it.

"Yeah. I think so."

"But at the computer game convention, you were hanging out with guys talking about your science fiction and games. You felt like a boy back then, didn't you?"

"I guess," I shrugged.

"If you want us to treat you like a girl, you've got to treat yourself like one," she said, making it sound almost reasonable.

"There are some things I can't do, though," I said, "I mean, I fancy other girls, not men. I don't want to be with a man, I want a woman."

"Sexually."

"Yeah!"

"Nothing wrong with that. Lisa-Mae and I fancy each other. And you're a lot more fanciable than you used to be."

My heart leapt. This was the best thing she had said to me for a fortnight.

"And you're sexually frustrated, aren't you, sweetie?" she prompted.

"Yes," I said. There would be no mistaking the seriousness in my voice.

"You're set on having a girlfriend, despite all those men who were staring at you and taking pictures of you?"

"Hell, yes! There's no way I would want to sleep with a man."

"So what would you want to do with a girlfriend?"

"Have sex with her," I replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Until you both reached orgasm?"

"Yeah!"

"You wouldn't be satisfied with just foreplay? Or only letting her cum?"

"Right now, I am so horny and frustrated, I am just about ready to pop," I said, "I just want to cum!"

Lisa Mae laughed out loud.

"How would you have sex?" Kat asked. I could see the edge of her smile behind the camera.

"Missionary position, doggy-style, I don't care!"

"You'd want her to use a strap-on on you?"

I gave her a look that I normally reserve for deeply stupid people.

"No, I'd be having sex with her!" I said.

Kat and Lisa-Mae exchanged a glance.

"Would you mind taking off your dress for the camera?" she asked.

"Do a little strip-tease for us," Lisa-Mae chimed in.

"Do a little strip-tease."

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. Having been filmed naked, whipped and in various other states of vulnerability, it would hardly make any difference. Let's run with it, I thought, it can't hurt, can it?

I gently placed my glass on the coffee table, stood up and gave what I hoped was a sultry look at the camera.

"Hang on a moment!" said Lisa-Mae, "we need some music!" She darted over to the CD player and started a slow track with a soft, steady beat.

I strutted back and forth, swinging my hips in time to the beat to Lisa-Mae's calls of encouragement. I would pause occasionally to let Kat film me up and down before loosening the strap around my neck. The top of the pink dress dropped down to reveal my black bra. I slid my hands down to my waist, bent over in front of the lens and slid the dress off my waist to my feet. I stepped out and swayed my body in front of them in my bra, heels and stockings and the thick thong keeping my genitals out of sight.

"You're all woman!" said Lisa-Mae, performing her own dance to mirror mine, standing safely behind Kat.

Kat filmed me up and down.

"Show us how you'd have sex," she said.

Still keeping the rhythm, I mimed holding a girl's hips and grinding my crotch.

"You'd rub up against her?" Kat asked.

I tried to make it more obvious that I wanted to penetrate my imaginary partner.

"You've got some real pussy-to-pussy action going there, girl!" Lisa-Mae said, before finishing her glass. Kat gave her a quick look of disapproval.

Trying not to break the routine I had set up, I tried miming my erect penis.

"What's that all about?" asked Lisa-Mae, "you want some strap-on play?"

I rolled my eyes.

"It's my dick," I mouthed.

"What dick?" she mouthed back with an innocent shrug.

	"Why don't you touch yourself?"

"You've missed out on the foreplay," Kat said, "Why don't you touch yourself the way you would want to be touched... in the places you want to be touched?"

I reached down between my legs and tried rubbing my chastised penis. I could touch the metal tube under the thong's gusset, but the tip remained tantalizingly out of reach.

"Girl knows what she wants!" said Lisa-Mae, "Straight down to business."

"You masturbate like a girl as well, now," Kat said.

"Just wish it worked," I said.

The music started to fade out, and I was left to end my little dance.

"Horny?" Kat asked.

"Could be hornier," I admitted.

"Hm. What if we let you masturbate? Would you settle for an orgasm that way?"

"You'll let me?"

"On two conditions."

A pause.

"Go on," I said.

"First, we film you doing it."

I had to think about that. This wasn't something I had been expecting. What the hell was going through Kat's mind? She wanted me to be a girl, now she wanted to see me play with myself on camera?

"If I really must," I said.

"Secondly, I think it's only fair that if we're going to let you have an orgasm, you should give us an orgasm in return, don't you think?"

My jaw dropped and my eyes must have bugged out. What was the plan? Were we all going to have sex? Or were they going to jerk me off? On film?!

"You're going to go down on us," she said. I looked at Lisa-Mae who stared back at me hungrily.

"It's only fair, since I went down on you," Kat continued, "and together, we can get you suitably randy and ready to go. Are you up for it?"

I looked at them open-mouthed for a moment, still unsure if this was some cruel joke.

"Yeah," I replied in wonderment.

"Why don't you show Lisa-Mae what you can do?" she said, grinning broadly.

I must have had a bemused smile on my face. Lisa-Mae strutted over, grinning and chewing her bottom lip.

"You think you can handle me, girl?" she said.

"On you go," Kat said.

This was just too weird. Kat was asking me to eat out her girlfriend, in front of her, on film? With her permission? What was this? Was I being judged?

Lisa-Mae broke the tension by brushing her hair back over her ears and stepping closer to me.

"Come here," she whispered.

I moved closer and she put her hands on my hips. I reached up her back and held her shoulders.

"You wanted us, didn't you?" she asked, "Now's your chance. Just remember, you're our girlfriend now. Let yourself be one of the girls."

She used one hand at the base of my spine to push our hips together and another behind my head to bring our faces closer. We kissed.

I was hesitant at first, because of Kat watching. The kiss didn't come as quickly or lustily as it had in the beer tent. I relaxed and let her tongue reach past my lips.

I slid one hand to her neck to gently stroke it and slipped the other down to her buttocks. She moaned softly. I felt her reach to unclasp my bra and moved back to let her take it off over my head.

I stood before her, my nipples hard and my crotch throbbing intensely.

"God, you look like the horniest girl in the world right now," she said, unfastening the back of her dress.

I knelt down in front of her, slipped my fingers under her dress and slid it up her body, exposing her bare flesh all the way up to her collar. Her nipples were hard, too. I stroked her breasts and kissed them. I brought my face up to hers and kissed her under her jaw. Our pelvises ground against each other.

"If you want to make me cum, you're going to have to do more than that," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

I brought my mouth next to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to have you begging for mercy."

I stared into her eyes, leaving her in no doubt I meant what I said. I placed my hands on each side of her ribs, letting my thumbs and forefingers tease the sensitive undersides of her breasts as I lowered myself down her body, kissing her skin along the way until I reached her groin. I took her g-string down and kissed her mound, and then her cleft. Her legs shifted and parted slightly more. I took my face in and kissed her more deeply, probing my tongue against her clitoris. She gasped and put one hand on my head, stroking my hair. I kept going, licking faster or slower, until she started to tremble. I anchored my arms around her thighs at the top of her boots and began licking faster and faster.

"Oh, God, please!" she panted. Her legs wobbled. I moved myself closer to support and steady her and kept going. She gasped loudly, and then screamed. I felt her hands on my head and then my shoulders as she struggled to stay upright. She screamed again, and moaned and panted.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, close to collapse, "Please, please stop, this is too much!"

I paused long enough to say, "No," and kept going.

"I'm begging you!" she said, "Please! I can't take any more!"

Just before she fell over, I eased off. When I looked up at her, she was drenched in sweat, her chest heaving.

"Where in God's name did you learn to do that?!" she panted, and staggered back to the sofa to catch her breath.

I looked over at Kat. She had stopped filming, and was staring at me intently. Her eyes were wide, expectant. I could tell she was deeply aroused.

	"Where in God's name did you learn to do that?!"

I smiled smugly down at her.

"Are you going to get Lisa-Mae to film the two of us as well?" I asked, "I think you should."

This was my revenge. I was in control right now, and I would have them both reduced to quivering lumps.

"Come on, it's your turn," I said.

Lisa-Mae refilled her glass with a shaky hand and gulped some wine before picking up the camera. When I saw the record light on, I turned to Kat and extended my hand to help her to her feet.

"Don't be afraid," I said. I couldn't resist. When she stood, I brought her closer, finally the dominant one, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to show you no mercy. I won't stop when you beg me. I will only stop when I'm ready to. I will not get tired easily. I'm going to make you blush for the camera."

I fixed her with the same stare I gave Lisa-Mae. Kat actually looked away - blushing! She ran a hand through her hair. I took that as a sign of nervousness. When she looked back at me again, we held each other's gaze. I could see the nervousness soften as our heads moved automatically closer, her eyes darkening. We passed the point of no return. Our eyes closed and we fell upon each other.

I had longed to kiss her like this. I was pretty damn sure she felt the same way, but never had the courage to admit it to herself. It had required a lot on my part, and I was going to make sure it was worth it.

I took off her dress, slipping it up over her head, and enjoyed her virtually naked body, making sure my hands covered every inch, every centimeter, kissing her all over, finally with no restriction or hesitation. Instead of lowering myself, I brought her down with me, snatching a pillow from the sofa to place under her as I brought her to the floor and assumed the missionary position over her, rubbing my trapped crotch against hers. If I couldn't have sex with her, I'd at least go through the motions of it. She responded in kind. I heard Lisa-Mae drag the coffee table out of the way to get a better view for the camera.

I kissed Kat once more on the mouth before proceeding down her body, her neck, her breasts, her belly and finally to her crotch. She breathed deeply and loudly. The rest of the room was a vacuum of silence as I teased her with my mouth. She was already horny from watching Lisa-Mae and me. I built up slowly with my tongue, and then concentrated solely on her clitoris. I had a plan to demolish her utterly and I was glad it would be caught on camera.

I brought her close to climax, and then eased off. I brought her closer again, and then kissed around her crotch, leaving her frustrated. Then I went for the kill, strumming her clitoris with a fast, steady quiver of my tongue.

"Oh!" She called out, tensing her legs, "Aah!"

I anchored myself to her body with my arms. She would have no escape.

She writhed in ecstasy, moaning and panting and squealing, trying not to cum loudly.

It was useless. I brought her to a loud orgasm. She cried out loudly several times and trailed off.

But I kept going.

"Oh God!" she said. I took this as a sign that she'd had enough.

"Please!" she pleaded. I buried my head further in, probing into her vagina with my tongue.

"This is torture!" she said, "Too much! Please!" I ignored her. Her legs shifted, her knees turning towards each other. I responded by holding on more tightly and kept probing and licking.

"Please, I'm begging you, petal, I can't take any more!" she panted. I kept going.

She came again, with a long, drawn out "Oooohhh!", but I didn't let it end there. I wanted her completely out of control. It took about another ten minutes, during which she panted, moaned and writhed and bucked more desperately.

"Oh, please! Oh no! Oh JEEZ!!!" she squeaked. Her whole body shifted. It was a full body spasm, as though her whole torso momentarily compressed and expanded.

She screamed loudly several times, her whole body juddering and trembling before she finally subsided. Victory for me!

I finally relented, and moved back to the missionary position.

She was completely wet with sweat, her nipples rising and falling with every quick, deep breath. Her hands had flopped back on the floor in a position of surrender. She looked exhausted. Good.

"So... how was it for you?" I asked.

She smiled and tried to laugh, but was still too breathless.

"Oh, you... you bitch!" she managed at last, "I'm going to have to get you to do that again!"

"I second that," said Lisa-Mae from behind us.

I brought myself back up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I sat on the chair and sipped my wine while Kat recovered and sat back on the sofa.

"So when do you want me to give my little show for you?" I asked. After all, I think I had earned the right to an orgasm.

"I think we can let you play with your dick until you cum," Kat said, and nodded at Lisa-Mae who skipped out the room.

"Where do you want me?" I asked.

"On the floor," Kat told me, "Just kneel there while I see what I can get in the frame."

I knelt in front of her waiting patiently for Lisa-Mae to return with the key to my chastity tube.

Kat started recording.

"You've certainly earned your stripes as a girlfriend tonight," she said, "I think Lisa-Mae and I will be fighting over you!"

I said nothing, but smiled broadly.

"If we're ever going to let you play with your dick, I think you should go down on us for the privilege."

"I think I can do that," I said. I heard Lisa-Mae return.

"Ready to play with your dick?" she said.

"For you, for the camera, anything," I said.

"Good. Here it is." She held up a bright pink, intriguingly sculpted anal vibrator.

The smile left my face.

"What?"

"This is your new dick," Kat said, "Lisa-Mae and I think you deserve it. This will help you reach orgasm and truly feel like a girl."

"But I thought..."

"What? Don't you want to cum?" Lisa-Mae asked, "I can help you with it."

"I'm not putting that thing in my ass!" I protested.

"How else are you going to cum, then?" asked Kat.

	"This isn't fair."

"You know what I want to do!" I said, "Look, I did everything you asked! Please, just let me have a normal orgasm!"

"This can give you a normal orgasm," Lisa-Mae said, "Don't you want to try it?"

"Oh, come on!"

"This is all we have to offer you," Kat said, "If you want to cure your horniness, that's what you can use."

"This isn't fair!"

"What isn't fair?" Kat asked, "You're one of the girls, remember?"

I stared at the pink vibrator in Lisa-Mae's hands.

"We'll give it another week before we offer it to you again," Kat said, "This is your last chance: do you want to play with your new dick or not?"

I think that was when my heart broke. Although it might have been just after I said no.

  

  

  

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