Part 8: Girls Who Do Boys

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

It was August, getting closer to the time I would have to return to university. For nearly two months, I had been the feminized, chaste girlfriend/house-slave of Kat and Lisa-Mae, who were keen to turn me into a woman, in both body and soul. The metal chastity tube, which I wore almost every waking moment (and every single sleeping one), was designed to stop my penis from becoming erect. If I became aroused, I would feel a deep yearning in my groin, 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. The only times I had been free of the damn thing were when I was given cold showers with my arms handcuffed above my head while Lisa-Mae and Kat took turns to wash me. I was unable to achieve an erection for weeks.

First thing I wanted to do was indulge in a frenzy of long-overdue masturbation. It sounds incredibly sad, I know, but when you've been denied for so long and kept in the company of two desperately attractive girls who you have no chance of having sex with, even the most modest of pleasures gain a significance of their own.

My sexual tension grew and grew. In a cruel twist, Kat promised to let me 'play with my dick until I came' on the condition that I went down on her and Lisa-Mae, and that I was filmed. After giving them both rather exhausting orgasms, it turned out that the dick I could play with was a pink vibrator. I turned it down.

That turned out to be a big mistake. As one of the girls, they upped the pressure even more, taking advantage of my chastity to turn me on with deep, loving kisses and foreplay, but no more. They kept offering me use of the vibrator, and for reading material I had print-outs from websites that extolled the virtues of prostate stimulation (which was about the only admission Kat would make that I was still male). I went from plain confused to a state bordering on depression.

So what if I was no longer tied to the bed corners. So what if I could turn in bed, curl up, scratch myself, huddle up when cold... somehow, it didn't seem to matter. For the first time, I wanted to go back to being tied up at night, but with my penis free. What the hell was Kat up to? I had never looked forward to the end of summer holidays so much in my life. The fun was over; I wanted out. I was horny, frustrated, confused and almost convinced that I was a woman after all... almost.

In the meantime, my only outlets were constant housework, vigorous exercise in the gym, or doing more and more lengths of the indoor swimming pool (I became quite a strong swimmer that summer).

I made the mistake of telling Kat that I wanted something that would get rid of my sexual tension, and she offered to give me a good swatting with her riding crop. I was so delirious with lust, I nearly took her up on that offer.

Then there were the jobs.

The girls had taken me out on numerous occasions in the past few weeks to different places where we were required to dress in tight or skimpy clothing in the hopes of luring men towards one commercial product or service or another. I had to get used to it fairly quickly and once the worry of being revealed as a man subsided I actually quite enjoyed it.

Thankfully, I didn't have to strip off or anything like that, but the clothes we were required to wear on occasion weren't far from total nudity.

There was a typical men's-interest event that required us to dress in calf-high boots, tight little hotpants and even tighter cropped t-shirts. The waitresses who took orders kept circulating the room and posting fresh orders and table numbers at the hatch between the lounge and the kitchen area. As students, we obviously weren't smart enough to be waitresses, so we just did the fetching and carrying. All we did was bring food and drink to their tables and collect empty glasses and plates. We were just eye candy who kept the place tidy! This was the kind of thing Kat was finding for us to earn pocket money. I guess she wanted to slum it with trashy jobs her daddy would never have guessed she would take, simply because she could (and because the aforementioned daddy was gallivanting around the world with a mistress or other lover).

The only reason I mention this particular job - just one squalid piece of temporary employment among many - is because it was the first time I had to convince an audience of men that I was a girl.

"We were just eye candy."

There was a stage with some guy probably in his late thirties or early forties talking about men's issues (I had been so thoroughly feminized by Kat and Lisa-Mae in their claustrophobic little world that I didn't really care to pay attention to the event, thinking that it didn't really apply to me).

He was working the audience well - easy enough, considering they were all men about the same age, laughing at the jokes and pithy observations he was making. I made my way to the front to collect empty glasses, half-listening to him talking about how he wished he was given more insights into what made women tick when he was younger when I heard his voice over the speakers ask, "Let's ask this young lady here!"

I froze, and looked up at the stage to see if he meant me. I had been concentrating entirely on getting another load of glasses and plates back to the kitchen. I looked at the men at the table I was about to clear, who all smiled back at me. The guy on stage was looking at me expectantly.

"Why don't you come up here? Don't be shy!" he said.

I felt my face turn red. I almost gestured half-heartedly at the glasses on the table in front of me, but for some reason, some ungodly reason, I gingerly stepped up onto the stage instead.

"Wow! You really are quite a girl!" the man said, "You make me wish I was twenty years younger! And unmarried!"

Manly laughter erupted from the audience.

"What's your name?"

I told him my real name, one of those 'could be a boy, could be a girl' names.

He put his arm around my waist. I tried not to show how uncomfortable or scared I was at this point. I'm not a natural show-off or show-person. I don't mind fooling about with a small group of friends, but this was far, far beyond anything I was used to, and in circumstances that hardly put me at ease to begin with.

"Pleased to meet you," he said, grinning at me like a buffoon before turning to the audience and saying, "It's a damn good thing you can't see how pleased - there's laws against that kind of thing!" He only earned a brief chortle from the audience for that remark.

"Now, tell me," he said, making my name sound like a pet name for a sexual conquest, "would you say you were a typical young woman?"

I paused, my mouth open in an embarrassed smile. Oh, the possibilities to cause trouble here were endless. I could take off my voice-altering collar and speak to him as a man. I could pretend to be a girl pretending to be a man an give him honest answers. Hell, I could whip my chastised penis out for all to see. I imagined Lisa-Mae and Kat watching from the back of the room killing themselves laughing. I decided to go for the least risky option.

"Uh, I guess so," I replied.

At the back of the room, I heard two girls laughing. Yeah, that would be Kat and Lisa-Mae.

"Good! 'cause I've got a few questions for you," he said, pulling me close to him. Automatically, defensively, I put my only free arm up as a psychological shield, but I was horribly aware it made me look like I was stroking his chest. My other arm, I kept behind my back. I crossed my legs.

"Most importantly, what is it a lovely young lady like yourself looks for in a man?"

My breath caught. I had been asked this in by Kat and Lisa-Mae in 'Truth or Dare'. I couldn't give the same answer now!

"Um..." I stalled for time.

"Would you look for money?"

"Um, no, it would have to be more than that," I managed.

"Flash car? Big house?"

"Not at the moment, no," I said, and swallowed nervously.

"So what would you look for?" he pressed.

"Uh... I guess someone about my age?"

"Like me?" he asked.

I stared at his wrinkled, sweaty forehead and receding hairline.

"I just celebrated my twenty-first birthday last week," he said, before turning to the audience and adding, "Again. For the twenty-first time."

I tried to smile, but made do with a tight, nervous grin.

"So, someone young and handsome," he continued, "With similar interests? What would he have to do to steal your heart?"

"He, uh... he'd have to be romantic. And put no pressure on me," I said, hoping the guy would take the hint and let me go.

"So he shouldn't look like he's desperate?"

"No," I said. Then I had a brainwave. A chance to throw in something I really had picked up from my time with Kat and Lisa-Mae.

"The best way to get on with women is to act like you aren't expecting anything from them. Treat them with respect and they'll appreciate it a whole lot more."

"I've been married fifteen years," the guy replied, "That's long enough not to expect anything from my wife any more!"

The audience laughed at that.

"Seriously though, that's some pretty good advice," he squeezed me closer, "Everybody, let's thank this girl for being such a wonderful sport!"

The men in the audience all applauded. The guy still didn't let me go.

"Don't all swamp her with your phone numbers when she comes to your table, okay? She's seen your rings, she knows who's married!" he turned to me and said, "Kiss on the cheek?"

He turned his head to the side. I didn't want to, but if it was the only way to get him to let me go...

I puckered up and moved my face closer. At the last moment, he turned back to face me so that my lips landed on his.

The audience gave a manly cheer and he let go of me.

"It worked!" the guy crowed, "Who'd have thought it? Wow, terrific girl!"

I think I felt him pat my bottom as I moved away. Sickened and ashamed, I made my way off the stage and hurriedly picked the glasses from the table in front of me before briskly making my way back to the rear of the room.

Kat and Lisa-Mae were there to receive me. Kat took the glasses from me.

"You were brilliant!" she said, "I can't believe it!"

"If only that slimy bastard knew the truth!" Lisa-Mae said, hugging me.

I was trembling with nerves.

*

"I felt for you, up there," Kat said on the way back home, "I really did."

"Everything you did, everything you said, exactly the response I would have given," Lisa-Mae told me.

"Face it, you really are one of the girls. Heart and soul, you're one of us!"

When we got in, Kat opened another bottle of wine. Boy, was I in need of this one. I grabbed her and hugged her close, our breasts pressed against each other. Still holding the bottle, she put her arms around me, recognizing a girl in need of a hug.

"I am so glad I get to come home with you two," I said, glad for the comfort she provided.

"Aw, poor petal!" she said, "You had quite an evening, didn't you?"

I sighed and squeezed her tight.

"I know," she said, "Let's all go to my bedroom."

I unstrapped my heels and followed her and Lisa-Mae into her room. Kat peeled off her skirt and top. I took my cue from her and removed my clothes as well. Lisa-Mae followed suit, and we all reclined against the pillows, clad only in our thongs and g-strings, sipping wine, talking about my moment on stage. I recognized this was the female way of dealing with what happened: talk about it, sympathize, form a closer bond of friendship.

Lisa-Mae stroked my hair and Kat listened to me closely before putting a hand on my belly, and kissing me on the lips.

"Let's have some fun," she said.

Lisa-Mae took my glass and began caressing me as well.

"Just lie back and let us take care of you," Kat said. I sank into the pillows and let them kiss me and touch me all over, each gentle stroke easing my memories and arousing me slowly.

My crotch began to throb again.

"You're making me horny," I said with a happy smile.

Kat gave me a deep, long kiss and stroked my erogenous zones.

"I'll make you a deal," she whispered, "on your birthday, you won't have any chores and the chastity tube comes off."

I opened my eyes and looked hopefully back at her.

"Just play with your dick first. You know, the pink one we've got for you."

I sighed and closed my eyes. What the hell.

"Let's do it," I said.

Lisa-Mae went to get the toy while Kat slid my underwear off.

"Do you want some help with it?" she asked. Her voice was soft, trying to make it easier for me.

"If I need it," I replied.

Lisa-Mae came back and lay next to me. I picked the vibrator up and studied it. It looked like an artist's impression of a penis rather than a realistic sculpture. It was clearly designed specifically to tickle my prostate gland. With the knowledge I'd gleaned from the print-outs Kat gave me, I turned it around and placed it between my legs and tried to insert it. It wasn't easy. I brought my knees up but it kept brushing to one side or the other.

"Do you want me to help?" Lisa-Mae asked.

I nodded.

She moved out of sight, and I felt the vibrator move more purposefully between my buttocks. Unlike the dildo I she had inserted in me, this moved in more easily. It was more comfortable inside.

"Is that good for you?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Then let the fun begin!" I felt it shift slightly as she switched it on. I was rewarded with a deep buzzing sound that enervated my abdomen.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned, "I think I could get to like this!"

I reached down and began nudging it back and forth with my thumb and forefinger. The pulsing of my penis in its chastity tube grew stronger. I moaned pleasurably as the sensations in my lower body gave me a warm, erotic glow and plunged the vibrator in and out a little more deeply.

"Do you want it turned up higher?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"Ooh, yeah," I said.

I felt her fingers near mine, the vibrator twist a little before something clicked and the buzz became higher-pitched.

I continued moving the vibrator in and out, and tried bucking my body to make the most of it. From deep inside me, I could feel the tension building up.

"Oh god, oh yes, ng! Nnng! Mm, that feels good!" I said, and gasped more loudly. My fingers were working the vibrator faster and faster until I could barely hold it. Lisa-Mae took over from me.

"Ah, ah, ah... ah!" I clutched the bedsheets and panted faster and faster, coming to a delicious climax.

"Ooooooohhh!" The orgasm was within me. But I felt a hot surge from my penis, out onto the bedsheets.

"Oh God!" I panted, "That was good! Oh, yes..."

I recovered my breath and opened my eyes. I looked up to see Kat kneeling next to me with her camera.

I didn't care.

"It's yours to play with whenever you want to, sweetie," she said.

I almost laughed out loud.

"Good," I giggled.

"You can plug it into the mains as well, so you don't have to worry about the batteries going flat."

"Oh jeez, don't tempt me!"

"So, did you like having an orgasm like a girl?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"Uh-huh."

The fact that it was the first I'd had in weeks probably helped.

"So right here, right now," Kat said, "are you happy being one of the girls?"

I looked back at the camera with a post-coital grin and giggled.

"Yeah!"

*

"You must be looking forward to ...tomorrow."

Just over two weeks later, the morning on the day before birthday (yes, I'm a Virgo; seek whatever coincidences with my chastened condition you like, but as far as Kat and Lisa-Mae were concerned, I was - as a girl - a virgin), the girls came to the kitchen, still wearing their crop-tops and leggings from their sleep.

"Good morning!" said Lisa-Mae, bright-eyed and cheerful.

"Morning!" I said, curtseying for them.

"You've certainly taken to your new toy, haven't you?" said Kat, "we heard you up playing with all night last night!"

I bit my lip and grinned coyly, blushing. It was a damn good thing I didn't have to rely on the batteries.

"You must be looking forward to your big day tomorrow," said Kat.

"Oh, yes!" I said with a big smile, cheerfully and lustfully ogling them in their tight clothes.

I served them breakfast and waited on them while they ate.

"Are you looking forward to the modeling job, today?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"Is that the photography one?" I asked.

"Yep," Kat nodded before sipping her drink, "and we're teaming up with Tina again... you get on well with her, don't you?"

It was hard to forget her: a large-breasted, husky-voiced sexpot, who apparently convinced Kat to be a lesbian. She was 'trisexual' in the sense of 'trying anything sexual'.

"She's been asking after you," said Kat, "I think she wants you!"

My heart leapt.

Tina? Busty, blond Tina? If she was attracted to more off-beat forms of sex, she couldn't do much better than me in my present situation. I was so thrilled that a woman would find me attractive, even despite my current condition.

"So, we're all going out after the exhibition for drinks before coming back here," Kat continued, "where she will join us overnight."

My heart beat faster.

"At the stroke of midnight, she will be the one to remove your chastity device," said Kat, "and you will have twenty-four hours to enjoy your birthday freedom."

Kat and Lisa-Mae both smirked at my unmasked joy.

"She's the one who suggested it," said Kat.

"We think you've earned it," said Lisa-Mae.

I could feel the strong pulse of my restrained penis as my thoughts raced with graphic images of all the things I wanted to do with Tina.

"Before you get too excited, I want you to make sure she comes before you do," said Kat, "I think it's only proper that you at least give her some pleasure before you have your wicked way with her... poor girl!"

"I'd go down on her for hours if that's what it took," I said, "Hell, I'd make her cum half a dozen times before having my way with her!"

Kat and Lisa-Mae both burst out laughing uproariously. Perhaps they remembered the night I went down on them and gave them no mercy? Their response seemed a bit over the top, but if they found my frustration amusing...

"Attagirl!" Lisa-Mae gasped, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"As long as you do as you're told," Kat grinned, "because she's bound to tell me all about it in the morning!"

Soon after breakfast Tina picked us up in her car and we headed off to the photography exhibition. We wore dark dresses, in anticipation of a well-deserved night on the town after the job, with skimpy bikinis and thongs underneath. Our clothes for the photography show were to be just as tight as any of the other things we had to wear over the summer.

Tina was just as I remembered her: a beaming smile surrounded by straight blond hair, a bosom that couldn't be ignored and a body that moved suggestively, as though she were about to jump on the first thing that promised to give her a good time. She wore a short black dress, cute little knee-high boots and stockings that went almost all the way to the top.

"Hey, you're looking good!" she said approvingly as I sat next to her in the front seat, no doubt the first of what would be a long day of welcome flirting.

"You, too," I said, "I'm looking forward to this!"

"I'll bet. I promise you a birthday you'll never forget! Is it today or tomorrow?"

"It's tomorrow," said Kat from the back seat.

"Of course it is!" She placed her hand lightly on my leg and gently stroked my thigh.

"All mine," she whispered in my ear and winked. I caught Lisa-Mae grinning at us in the rear-view mirror.

Tina and I spent the best part of the journey stroking each other and teasing each other in an increasingly sexually-charged silence. At last, we arrived at the sleek new exhibition centre, bedecked with various company logos and banners.

"I think someone's trying to show off her assets!"

We made our way out of the sunshine into the cool interior. Kat dealt with the paperwork and led us to the changing rooms with our costumes for the day.

"Looking good, girls!" Tina said as we stripped off. It was impossible not to agree. Our slim, large-breasted bodies were covered only in the skimpiest of bikinis; I was topless. In the cool changing room, our nipples hardened, and I couldn't stop staring. Round breasts, round buttocks, perfume, polished nails... I felt like a member of some secret society, part of their female club. If it wasn't for the chastity device and the thong restraining me, I could easily have blown my cover.

"I think someone's trying to show off her assets," said Tina.

"Trying to out-do us?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"That's what we're here for," said Kat, "showing off. Looks like you're ready to put this on." She handed me a neatly folded bundle of navy-blue spandex. As I held it up and figured out how to put it on, I slowly realized it was a short unitard, looking several sizes too small. I squeezed into it, the spandex hugging my flesh, delightfully tight across the top of my thighs and crotch. It was hard not to feel excited by it. I pulled the back up to get my arms in, and zipped it up half-way, exposing a generous amount of cleavage. As I had found recently, it was difficult remembering I was a man under all this. In the slinky spandex, my busty, curvy body compared well with Kat and Tina, who stood admiring me.

	"My busty, curvy body compared well with Kat and Tina."

 

 

My calf-high boots felt ungainly at first but I soon got used to them. We stood in the changing room a moment, three girls and a well-disguised boy, looking like a team of female secret agents for all I knew. Bulging breasts and twitching, creviced buttocks, no real sign of underwear: yeah, we were going to get a fair bit of attention today, I thought.

"Let's go, girls," whispered Tina.

We strutted out together and I could tell that people were talking about us almost instantly. Heads turned in our direction. Men did double-takes. I saw one teenaged boy mouth, "Whoa!"

I couldn't help myself. Between that and the buoyant mood I was in (freedom tomorrow!), I broke into a wide smile and winked at him. I giggled at his blushing, slack-jawed response, the collar around my throat making it high-pitched and girly.

"Oh, you dirty little cock-tease!" whispered Tina, patting my backside.

        

             

              

                

             

              

                

	"You dirty little cocktease!"

 

 

It felt oddly empowering to be this object of lust, an immediate attention-getter. With the four of us in identical uniforms, I felt like I belonged with the girls. I felt accepted. And with the prospect of screwing Tina all night long, my shackled, pulsing loins and the sheer sexiness of our costumes, I imagine I walked around with a look of constant, pouting feminine lust on my face. Lisa-Mae pointed out that my flushed cheeks and the way I seemed to get lost in my brief erotic reveries gave the impression of a tarty girl desperate for sex - which, as I glanced down and remembered I could barely see my own feet, I remembered I was.

We received numerous requests from various photographers to pose for them, individually, in a line, in pairs, or with the photographer himself. (There were almost no women other than models at different stands, as far as I can recall.)

Kat asked one photographer to send her copies of his shots of us. We lined up for the flash to blind us several times in quick succession. The photographer, a slightly paunchy man in his thirties, I guessed, wearing large glasses asked me quietly if I was doing anything next week.

I thought quickly and apologized, saying that I had another job to go to with the girls.

I told Kat, Lisa-Mae and Tina afterwards and they all replied that several men had been asking after me - or rather, "the blond sexpot".

 

 

 

 

 

"Several men had been asking after me..."

  

 

Oddly enough, I was slightly disappointed to have to give back the costume at the end of the day. I quite enjoyed wearing the figure-hugging spandex and not having to worry about how I looked: I knew that the girls wanted me to look like a girl as well, and they didn't want to give the game away any more than I did.

We went out for drinks (only a couple, in Tina's case; rum and Coke, then a plain Coke) and a dance. Tina looked stunning, in a little black dress and high stockings, while I wore a short flirty skirt and skimpy top. Kat gave me a long silvery chain to wear around my neck. Dangling on the end was a tiny metal key.

The key to my chastity sheath.

"Remember what you have to do," she reminded me.

"It'll be my pleasure," I replied.

Kat gave me a sweet smile as Tina led me to the dance floor. Not being much of a dancer, I had Tina show me a few of her moves for me to copy.

"Put your hands on my hips and do what I do," she said. She started to move her body, using her hands to guide mine, and we swayed and writhed together suggestively. Before long, we were pressed tightly against each other, toe to toe. Then we kissed.

The feel of our touching breasts, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume and the gentle (then eager) probing of our tongues against each other sent me into a time-pausing delirium of passion and lust.

I don't know how long it was before we broke contact, but when we did, Tina looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "I want you - right now."

It didn't take long to convince Kat it was time to go home.

    

	"Tina threw herself onto my bed"

 

When we returned, Lisa-Mae went to the bathroom and Kat to the Kitchen. I wasted no time in leading Tina to my bedroom. Tina threw herself onto my bed and bounced on it a couple of times.

"I think we can give your bed a good workout," she told me, "I'm your birthday present for tomorrow; I intend four you to have more mind-blowing sex in the next twenty-four hours than you have ever fantasized about."

I joined her on the bed, and we wrapped our limbs around each other in a tight tangle of passion, hands exploring every inch of flesh: cupping and stroking breasts, nuzzling cleavage, kissing neck, stroking thighs and tickling buttocks and long, deep, wet kisses with gentle moans and muffled gasps as we probed each other's erogenous zones.

I felt for the zip on her boots and pulled them off her legs. She removed mine. I grabbed her dress and kneeling next to her on the blankets, pulled it over her head. She removed my skirt.

We looked at each other in our underwear and stockings for a moment, before resuming our passionate kissing, rubbing our warm bodies against each other.

There was a knock at the door.

"Yeah?" Tina called out.

Both Lisa-Mae and Kat popped their heads around the door and giggled at the sight of us.

"Maybe we'll just leave you to it," said Kat.

"I hope Tina can keep up with me tonight," I said, "I'm going to earn that key for the next ten birthdays!"

"You must be looking forward to ...tomorrow."

Tina hugged me close. The feel of her warm flesh against mine was intoxicating.

"Just leave us to it," she told Kat and Lisa-Mae, "We'll tell you all about it tomorrow morning. I doubt we're going to get much sleep tonight!"

Kat and Lisa-Mae cheered ecstatically and closed the door.

It was just me and Tina.

For the whole night.

I couldn't resist. I pushed her backwards onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head.

"Ohhhh... you're so dominant all of a sudden," she whispered.

I stared quietly into her bedroom eyes for a moment, lingering just long enough to keep the tension before kissing her on the neck, along her jawline and then down to her cleavage. Tina moaned encouragingly.

I continued past her bra and kissed her belly, letting my fingers delicately stroke the crease of her thighs along her high-cut thong.

Just when I thought I had done enough to get her properly excited, I pinched the top of her thong between my teeth and started to pull it down. Tina tensed slightly. I closed my eyes and crawled back along the bed, pulling her thong down to her knees.

When I moved back to her crotch, my heart stopped.

My breath was caught.

A real, live, hot, fleshy, swelling, expanding, stiffening penis rose up to greet me.

  

  

  

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