18 comments/ 255456 views/ 120 favorites Transformed By: Dave933 I was led through into Mr Sharad's office. This job was going to utterly transform my life! I'd be able to pay off my debts and start on the mortgage. My car wouldn't get repossessed, and I wouldn't get myself blacklisted. Everything was riding on this job. I'd not even applied for it, but had been picked seemingly at random from a lowly button-puncher to be the boss's new PA. Why me? I don't actually know. Apparently my files had been reviewed, and I had all the skills I'd need. Mr Sharad's executive secretary sat me down and sashayed away, hips swinging enticingly. She strode elegantly around her desk and sat down, quickly getting to work on her computer. I was left waiting. And waiting. The secretary basically ignored me, and I was left twiddling my thumbs. Eventually, in response to some unseen signal, she looked up at me. "Mr Sharad will see you now." I stood up, swallowed and straightened my tie. I tried to put on a confident face, and walked through into the office. Mr Sharad stood up as I came in. He was a tall, imposing Egyptian man, with dark curly hair and a goatee beard. He stood about six foot two, with a muscular frame. "Welcome, Christopher" he said warmly, putting his hand out. We shook hands firmly, him putting both big hands around mine. "I am most pleased to meet you at last Christopher." "I'm pleased to meet you too, Mr Sharad. It's a real honour to be given this opportunity." "And I am sure you will... grasp it, Christopher. You understand the opportunity, of course?" "Well - not really Mr Sharad. I only really know that I'm going for the position of personal assistant, and not an actual secretary. I don't really know what it would involve, though." "Oh, a great many things Christopher. Many things indeed. You will be very much a companion to me as I travel. Donatella will take care of my schedules, travel arrangements and so forth. And yours of course. Your position might be considered... what do you British call it... a batman, a valet?" "Oh, right. Yes, I see - that makes sense." "You can consider this a two week trial period. There are other qualified entrants of course, but I have great hopes for you." "And how would you like us to start, sir?" Mr Sharad smiled. "We have already started. You will join me in a drink, yes?" --- And that was how it started. We took a few drinks, and then we spent time talking. We mainly talked about me, although I did learn that Mr Sharad was the son of a great landowner in Egypt, and had built up a mighty import/export business from scratch. Over the week, I fetched and carried for him, and accompanied him in his trips around the city and to the golf course. He took great interest in my own hobbies, and limited skills. I had developed hobbies and interests at university at the cost of a better degree, which is why I could only get a job at data entry. But I had got good at squash, ballroom dancing, massage, tai chi, and of course sex. I hadn't intended to boast that of course, but he talked me into it on the last day of our 'trial period', when we were drinking in his penthouse. And that's when things started to change... Over a late dinner, Mr Sharad had worked onto the subject of my skills as a masseur... "Yes, your massage. You have not demonstrated this skill of yours yet, I think." I shook my head. "Would you like me to?" Mr Sharad nodded. He emptied his glass, then stood as he gave it to me to refill. I took the glass and emptied my own. I bent to pick up the carafe of spiced wine. When I looked up, Mr Sharad had started to remove his shirt. I looked up at him like a subject before his king as he steadily stripped his torso of its coverings. I admit I was staring as his muscular body came into view. He stood half-naked, towering over me, before turning and walking off to his bedroom. I stood, thinking quickly. I dashed across to the kitchen, where a decanter of finest olive oil stood on the counter. I grabbed it, and stumbled after him. When I reached the bedroom, he was stripping off his trousers. He looked at me, fixing my eyes with my own as he reached down to peel down his tight briefs. I was transfixed as momentarily he stood proud and naked, his body muscular and hairy. Between his thighs hung a heavy cock, five inches long despite its languid state. The base of his shaft was buried in a hairy jungle of dark curls, framed by a pair of large balls. As he turned, his firm buttocks came into view, flexing as he climbed onto the bed. I couldn't move until he finally stopped, his body spread out on the huge bed. Nervously, I stepped forward and clambered onto the bed, pouring a measure of olive oil into my hands. I spread it out onto Mr Sharad's broad back, stroking my hands over his deeply tanned skin. My heart pounded as I did my best to massage his body. Mr Sharad lay like a sultan as my hands moved over him. I ministered to him for several minutes before he spoke. "You have an excellent touch, Christopher. Most relaxing." "Th...thank you sir." I stammered. "You learned to do this in University I understand?" "Yes sir" "I have had many massages in Asia and Europe, and many were less pleasant. But there has always been a pattern you do not seem to know." I flinched, terrified. It was the last day of my trial period. I didn't want to mess things up now! "What sir? Whatever you want!" Mr Sharad grunted. "The one receiving the massage is the master, yes? The other his servant?" "Yes - yes, of course sir!" "The servant must show their lower position. They are always naked." he said firmly. Naked? Why? My eyes darted about as my thoughts raced, but one thought was clear - I had to keep him happy. My fingers darted to the neck of my shirt, fluttering at the buttons. "Of course Mr Sharad. I'm so sorry!" I cried as I stripped off my shirt. I bounced to my feet so that I could quickly push my trousers and briefs down. My socks followed. I knelt by his side again, both of us naked, reaching out to his broad shoulders again. "Straddle me, Christopher" he ordered. Eyes widening, I did as he asked. I sat at the top of his thighs, legs spread wide by the width of his lower body. My balls hung down, but not my cock. Half-erect, it lay down the crack of his buttocks. I started to press down the erector muscles of his spine, trying to push past the confusing feelings of arousal clouding my mind. "That is better Christopher," he said after a few minutes. "Now kneel up so that I may turn." I did what he said, lifting one leg so that he could turn over beneath me. When I sat back again, our cocks hung against one another. As mine stirred, I looked away, eyes running up his flat stomach and hairy chest to his strong jaw and face. "Rub the top of my chest," he ordered. I picked up the oil, and poured it over his pectoral muscles, shuffling up his body to reach. His cock was now beneath my buttocks, but mine no longer lay against him, standing proud in the air between us. My hands trembled as I spread the oil over his strong chest. Mr Sharad regarded me with a slight smile. "I will wager that you practiced this to seduce women, yes?" "I... I suppose so Mr Sharad. I mean, that was why I took the massage course, and the dancing classes." "Your touch is excellent. You must have seduced many women, yes? A handsome boy like you?" I swallowed, not knowing the answer. "Tell me Christopher, have you ever done it to seduce a man?" "N...No" "Have you ever been seduced by a man?" I hung my head, shaking it. "You are my servant Christopher, yes?" Mr Sharad asked. "Of course - of course, Mr Sharad" "Then move down my body, Christopher. Finish your task." I swallowed again, but started to move my hands down. When they were resting on his flat stomach, I was forced to move back down his body. Beneath my buttocks, his cock had reared up, and I had to half stand to get over it. In moments, I was kneeling on his shins, legs wide apart. My balls were tight against the base of my hard shaft, which stood proudly, jutting into my belly. It was a fairly average six inches; nothing to be ashamed of until you saw Mr Sharad's manly erection. His cock stood proudly erect, nine inches of thick dark man-meat. He was circumcised, the glans a deep purple knob on the end of his shaft. I stared at it, my hands on his belly. I wasn't massaging any more, and he spoke. "Take it in your hands" he ordered. I did as he said, curling my fingers around the thick shaft. Unconsciously, I began stroking my hand up and down. He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest, his eyes closing. I took this as a sign to continue, pumping my hand up and down. As I masturbated him, my neck bent, and I found myself closer to his cock. I stared at it so much; I didn't notice his hand curl around behind my head. He applied gentle pressure, and I came down. As I approached his shaft, it seemed entirely natural to open my mouth... Musky and masculine, the bulbous head slipped between my lips. The scent and taste of him filled my senses to bursting, and my lips closed over him. My hand kept pumping slowly, masturbating him into my hot mouth. His fingers entwined in my hair as I sucked him. His cock was so thick; I was scared to take it deeper, keeping just his glans in my mouth. He seemed to enjoy it, and I closed my eyes as I jerked him off. After a lifetime of pumping, or maybe just a few minutes, his cock bucked and kicked in my mouth moments before he shot his thick come into my mouth. I gulped reflexively, taking the first mouthful easily, but more kept coming, filling me to overflowing. I gasped, releasing his cock, shooting its last dying wads over my face as I tried to catch my breath. I sat back on his legs as I gasped, wiping my face. I wiped my hands on my thighs, confused and still very aroused. My cock was as stiff as it had ever been. Mr Sharad had a smile on his face, and his eyes opened slowly. "You learn well Christopher," he said. "Companion, servant and slave. See how well you adopt the roles I ask of you?" I swallowed, confused. What did he want me to say? "Stand up Christopher" he said. I obeyed, and he rose, leading me into the bathroom. "Rub this cream over your body," he said, handing me an unlabelled bottle. He watched as I lathered the contents all over myself from the neck down, even helping with my back. I stood there tingling as he spoke, telling me that I should shower thoroughly, and then oil myself from a scented bottle. And that he would be waiting in the bedroom. As I showered, the hair came off my body with the cream. In minutes I was more naked than I had ever been, my hard cock tingling above my hairless balls. My skin was super-sensitive as I applied the scented oil I had been given, coating myself from the neck down again. What was awaiting me in the bedroom? My mind was awhirl as I walked through, naked and hairless. What had I done? What more would I still do? Before this night, I had never touched another guy in a romantic way. I'd given my boss a blowjob already - and what would be next? He was waiting for me, a glass of whisky in his hand. He downed it as he appraised me, and I stood silently, hands together at my crotch. He looked like a god, bronzed skin glistening from the massage oil. His thick cock was half hard again. I walked over when he beckoned me, and was shocked when he kissed me, his hot breath tasting of liquor. He took a half-step back, running his hands down over my chest. They moved around as he walked around me, caressing my body possessively and confidently. "You are aroused, Christopher, yes" he asked confidently. "Yes" I whispered shyly. I was. One of his hands cupped my butt. "Get onto the bed Christopher - on all fours." Oh god. Was he... no! But I did as he told me. My head hang, as I crawled onto the bed, hands and knees apart. He stood behind me, looking at my hairless ass. "There is a saying in my country Christopher - a woman for children, a boy for pleasure. Do you understand this?" I nodded silently. After a moment I felt his weight on the bed behind me. "I shall take you now, Christopher. And there will be much pleasure for both of us." With one hand, he urged my legs further apart. The second slid between my legs, and an oily finger slid deeply into my ass. I groaned at this shocking invader, my muscles contracting around it. He pumped back and forth a few times, adding a second thick finger for a few strokes before taking hold of my hips. After a moment, I felt his cock brushing against my ass. I tried to relax as it pressed heavily into my tight sphincter. The lubrication did the trick as the oiled head of his thick cock slid into my ass with a jerk. I gasped as a shock ran through me. It felt indescribable as his cock slowly slid into me, and I groaned long and loud. Before I realised it, I was pushing back onto his cock, hungry for more in my ass. As my pleasure mounted, Mr Sharad began pumping back and forth, settling into a steady rhythm in and out of me. My ass seemed like the centre of the universe as waves of pleasure and pain rolled over me. My breath was coming in pants as familiar sensations began to arise in my untouched and hairless prick. Mr Sharad didn't miss a stroke as my pleasure grew to bursting. I cried out with joy as I finally came, explosively erupting all over my belly and the bed sheets. But the pleasure continued as he continued to use me, and the seconds turned into minutes. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and my arms buckled as the sensations overcame me. My face was pressed into the bed, and my cock slowly grew hard again. As he approached his climax, I felt another coming. I tried to hold on, to wait for the end. Finally, he began to pant, and I felt his cock swell yet more inside me. It was too much, and we both came together, collapsing onto the bed in a sweaty heap. After a while lying on the bed together, he rolled off and reached into his bedside drawer. "That was very good, Christopher. And I have a reward for you." He reached out, taking my right hand. Quietly, he slid a ring onto the middle finger, bent and kissed it. "Your reward, my friend. Never take it off." He said gently. When he released my hand, I looked at the ring. Purest gold, set with some sort of stone -- striped like polished wood. Tiger's eye, I think. "Thank you sir," I said gratefully, still breathless. "You may go now Christopher. Clean yourself and I will see you tomorrow." He smiled at me warmly, and I smiled back. My head was racing with crazy thoughts, but I had to confess one thing -- I had enjoyed it! The next day, I woke refreshed, a vague ache in my ass, as well as my pectoral muscles. I must have strained something, I thought. At work, Mr Sharad was pleasant company, but we were never alone, and in the evening he had a dinner engagement. I went home alone, and masturbated, thinking of the crazy night we had spent together. The ring gleamed as I pumped my cock, although I thought nothing of it. The day after that, we were flying out to Sinai for a few days. I was still having aches and pains in my upper chest, and cramps in my lower abdomen, but I didn't feel ill. I packed my bag, and went to Mr Sharad's apartment to pack his. He was in the shower, and I quietly made a pile of his clothes in the dressing room. As I did, I heard the shower finish hissing, and a few minutes later he came through to the dressing room. He wore a thick towelling robe, water droplets glistening on his skin. "Aah, Christopher. Good morning. Are you nearly finished?" "Um, yes Sir. I think I've got everything." I said, not entirely confidently. "Good," he said. "Now, I believe that there is time for a small indulgence..." He opened his robe, revealing his naked body. He stood waiting with his hands on his hips, half-erect cock protruding from his crotch. It was obvious what he wanted. My mind was blank, thinking just of what lay in front of me as I slowly walked towards him. For some reason, I had none of the doubts of the last time this had happened. In fact, I found myself excited. His cock rose as I knelt down in front of him, my master. Taking his cock in my hand, I spotted a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip and licked it off. It tasted like mine but I savoured it like a guilty pleasure. In moments, my lips were wrapped around his big cock head with my tongue licking it all over. My mouth and tongue began working his meat like I was an accomplished porn star. I wanted to! I wanted to suck him like a pro. I wanted to give him the best head of his life. I started jacking the base of his dick as I licked it up and down. I was really getting into it, licking and sucking his balls, kissing the shaft, and trying to take it deep into my throat. It was during a very deep plunge when he suddenly grasped the back of my head and began shooting hot jets of cum down my throat. He gasped, taking a few moments to gather himself. I knelt patiently, unsure what I should do next. In a minute, he smiled, and patted my cheek possessively. "Most pleasurable my dear," he said. "Now finish packing -- the car will be here soon." He turned, and left the room. I was left sweating, panting slightly, and my own cock stiff beneath my clothes. In the car, he talked to me like he had before, discussing politics and the news. Occasionally he took a business call. Once we were in the private plane, he seemed to want to read, and I busied myself in a book. It was basically a Who's Who of the business world, and I figured I ought to learn who Mr Sharad's peers were. It was a long flight, and I got up occasionally, stretching myself out. My chest still hurt a little. I asked Mr Sharad frequently if I could get him anything, and eventually he said yes. He had me kneel between his legs again, taking another load down my throat submissively. Once again, he was off-hand afterwards. I couldn't understand why this made me flush -- not the blowjob, but that he seemed not bothered about it. Didn't it mean anything to him? I spent that night alone in my room in his mansion in Sinai, setting an early alarm. I woke with the sun. After I stretched and showered, I felt my face. It was still smooth. Why didn't I need to shave yet? There wasn't a trace of stubble. I shrugged -- it must be the after-effects of the depilating cream I had used. I examined the rest of my body -- almost hairless, apart from a little stubble at my crotch. I scratched my balls, which were tight up against my perineum. I looked at myself in the mirror. I must be putting on weight, I thought. My butt was bigger, and there were definite man-boobs! Damn it! I really thought I was keeping in shape, but I guess all the rich food was piling up... That day was busy for Mr Sharad -- he had many meetings, and there was a banquet that evening. I hovered nearby, doing my best to be entertaining, but there were many other people who wanted time with him. He didn't make use of me at all. Once again, I jerked off in my room; nipples tingling as my reluctantly short cock burst into spray. I washed myself that evening, so I didn't need to bother the next day. Still no stubble either. When I met Mr Sharad for breakfast, my heart lifted a little. I found myself smiling just to see him, and enjoyed eating in his company. He had less to do that day, and we played tennis in the afternoon. My chest ached a lot -- my increasingly obvious man-boobs were feeling heavy, rubbing against my T-shirt. The nipples protruded clearly through the shirt, and I noticed him looking at them a few time. Afterwards, we went for a steam. We sat in the steam room in our swimwear -- me in shorts, him in Speedos. His trunks bulged dangerously, and I couldn't help staring. Eventually, he caught me. Transformed by Philip Johnson Chapter One The four of us had been friends for several years and had taken a few vacations together. We didn't drink a lot, but would do crazy things sometimes anyway. We were old enough to know better and young enough to not give a damn. It was late July, and this time we were at a little cottage for a week on a private little lake in northern Michigan. The guys liked to fish, but they weren't obsessed with it and Molly and I liked to sun on the dock and talk while the guys fished so that was perfect. The water was cold, but we would go swimming once in a while and the guys loved it because the cold water made Molly's and my nipples stick out like knobs on an old radio. The guys had skinny-dipped a couple of times and Mollie and I had seen them, but not up close. In the evening we would often go to town for dinner, then play cards or just read and crash early. The mosquitoes in the evening made outdoor activities a challenge unless we used repellent, but sometimes we would put on repellent and go for a boat ride in the moonlight. It was romantic and utterly peaceful. One possible down side of the cottage was the thin walls. If either couple got a little excited, the other couple knew about it. Our breakfast conversations invariably made reference to the previous nights events and Rick and Bobby, or Bo as he liked to be called, would do their best to get Mollie and I embarrassed. As time went on we became pretty immune to their attempts, but it didn't stop them. It was my secret that the idea of Bo and Mollie listening to us make love was a turn on for me. Mollie and I talked about a lot and were very close, but for whatever reason, I had kept that to myself. We were playing cards one night and when we decided to play one more hand then quit for the night I said, "Let's put some high stakes on this last hand." All three of them looked at me waiting for the rest of the idea. My Rick knew I had an idea so he said, "Okay, what are the stakes going to be?" "Tomorrow the loser will be driven down the road a minimum of one mile. The loser has to strip and walk back naked." "You mean down the road?" "No silly, down the trail. The person driving the loser has to come back with the loser's clothes and they will be left in the woods at this end. The loser will be safe from the three winners eyes, but they have to hope nobody else is on the trail." Bo smiled and said, "Those are some pretty high stakes Vickie." "That's the whole idea." Mollie said, "So if I lose, I would be dropped off naked a mile or so from the cabin and it's up to me to get back here naked without being seen." "Yep." I was feeling pretty proud of my idea. Mollie and I were winning most of the hands so I just wondered which of the guys it would be. It was very quiet for a minute, then the three of them agreed. It was very quiet all through the last hand and everybody was keyed up. Every couple of minutes one or another of us would say, "Well damn," or "I'm in trouble here guys." I kept trying to picture either Bo or Rick hiking naked back to the cabin and that wasn't helping my concentration. When I discarded a six, Bo picked it up and went out. Damn. We totaled our cards and poor Mollie lost. "Oh shit Vickie, I lost. I was sure it would be one of the guys. Rick said, "Damn Mollie, I can just see you strolling through the woods bare assed wondering who might see you." "Stop that Rick, I'm scared already." Bo said, "Be sure to put on mosquito lotion" then laughed. She was getting no sympathy from anybody. I was sitting there smiling. I was betting after tomorrow Mollie would be demanding a rematch. We only had three days left, so if there was a rematch, it had to be on Friday if there was to be another naked hike. As a foursome, we were completely comfortable with each other, but not to the point of strip poker or anything like that. The nude hike was about as close as it would likely get. Except for an honest mistake during our morning showers when Bo saw me topless, we had been pretty conservative. Mollie teased Bo relentlessly about accidentally seeing my breasts earlier. His comment finally was, "Okay, so I did get to see Vickie's tits and they are beauties." Mollie didn't tease him anymore and I was more than pleased with his comment. There was the frequent intentional tease and lewd comments, and all four of us enjoyed flirting with each other. At breakfast the next morning, I asked Mollie, "How did you sleep?" "It was a restless night." I had to laugh and said, "Yeah, I could tell there was a lot of restlessness." Rick choked on his coffee and Bo just smiled. Rick asked, "So when do you want to take this walk, sweetie?" "Just as soon as it's warm enough, I'll go. By the way, I demand a rematch tonight. I'm not going home knowing I was the only one to do this." I said, "You're on, Mollie." One of the guys just had to take the walk to erase their smug smiles. After breakfast, we sat in the rockers on the porch and had coffee while we waited for the sun to warm the day a little more. Mollie was antsy to say the least. Mollie finally announced, "Okay Bo, let's get this thing going. Take me down the road." Bo and Mollie left with a wave and a few wise remarks from Rick. It was quiet between Rick and me for a couple of minutes, but I was dying to know. "What you thinking about, Rick?" "I keep envisioning Mollie making her way down the trail, naked, and nervous. That was quite an idea you had last night." "It was supposed to be you or Bo that lost you know." "Aren't you glad it wasn't you?" "It damn near was. My hand was a disaster." It was a little while before Bo pulled in the drive. He came carrying her clothes and said, "let's go find a place where she will find these. By the way, it's almost a mile and a half to where the trail comes close to the road." The trail came within a hundred yards of the back of the cabin and we found a stump to lay her clothes on. We figured it would be more than an hour of naked hiking for her. That was more than I had thought it would be to say the least and I was feeling a little sorry for Mollie. After all, it was my dumb idea. After a while Bo said, "I'm going to go wait for her." "You need any help?" "Thanks Rick buddy, but we'll be okay." "I was just trying to help a friend." It was quite a while before they came back to the porch. "How'd it go, girl friend?" "Vickie, I was so scared at first, I had to pee before I'd gone ten minutes. I'm going up and get showered and put on my bikini. I need some rest time in the sun. Wanna join me?" "Sure. I'll get my suit on." Rick said, "Since they're going to sun, we might as well fish one more time before we go home." It took quite a while, but Mollie finally came out. We walked down to the pier and lay on our towels. "So you were really scared, huh?" "I was petrified at first, but I got used to it. Can I tell you a secret, Vickie?" "Of course." "Vickie, I couldn't believe it. I got so turned on, I could hardly stand it. I kept thinking I was being followed or that somebody was watching me hike naked. It was just nerves, I guess." "You really got turned on hiking naked?" "God yes, Vickie, we've never talked about this much, but when I took my shower a while ago, I had to do myself. I'm still amazed by it all." "I never would have guessed it could have that effect. I always thought hiking naked was something the guys would get excited over." "I know Bo did. When I saw him he had...well, you know what I mean. Just before I saw Bo, I heard three or four snaps like maybe somebody stepping on twigs, but when I saw Bo, he was in a different area. It scared me and excited me more at the same time." "I'll have to try it some time I guess. We'll keep all of this our secret. The guys would drive us nuts if they had any idea." "You aren't kidding about that, Vickie." "Would you do it again given the choice?" "Probably, but like I said, I was so scared. It isn't something I'd want to do all the time." "If we have a rematch tonight, you could lose again you know." "Oh shit. I didn't think of that." We were pretty quiet for a while, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Chapter Two "Vickie." "Yeah." "Do you think Bo saw your breasts by accident or did he stage that?" "I'm sure it was an accident, Mollie. He couldn't have seen much because it happened so fast. Besides, it's not that big of a deal." "It was to Bo. He kept telling me he was so embarrassed and so forth, but I could tell he really liked it." "Do you really think so?" "Yeah I do. He can be such a voyeur sometimes." "Bo is a sweetie, Mollie." "Yeah, he is. I'm not upset that he saw you. I was just wondering." "If you'd like to flash Rick to even it up, I don't mind. I think it would be funny to see him get flustered." Mollie looked at me with a smile and said, "I'll keep that in mind." Mollie hesitated a moment then said, "You know Vickie, after all the time we have known each other that was the most personal we have ever talked. It felt good to have somebody to confide in. I was embarrassed to just blurt it out like that, but I just had to tell somebody before I exploded and I knew I didn't dare tell Bo." "I'm glad we could be that open with each other." That proved to be the first of many of that kind of girl talks we would have. While we were fixing dinner, the local weather came on the TV. It was going to go down hill fast with a cold front coming in and lots of rain. On the one hand, it solved Mollie's predicament about the rematch, but on the other hand it meant our vacation for all intents and purposes was over. Bo said, "Damn, I guess we might as well pack tonight and head home tomorrow. It won't be fun being confined to the cabin." We all agreed and while Mollie and I finished dinner, the guys started packing what they could. After dinner we played cards one more time. Rick said, "I was hoping for a rematch so Mollie could take a walk again. I guess it'll have to wait for another time now." "I wouldn't lose again you know. It could be you or Bo very easily." I said, "Okay, we know we can't do it, but let's play the hand like we could and see who loses this time. We'll just see how close somebody came to taking the walk." We played the hand like everything in the world was at stake. My God, I had another awful hand again. This didn't look good at all. I rallied toward the end but I was still in trouble. Damn, I wanted one of the guys to lose. When it was all over Rick lost. "Rick honey, you came that close to taking a very long walk in the nude." "It would have been difficult walking all that way on three legs." I slapped him on the shoulder and told him to behave. Bo said, "In your dreams buddy" and Mollie laughed a nervous laugh. Rick never talked like that, so I didn't know where that came from. We closed the game and packed everything that was left except what we were wearing in the morning. Mollie and I put on our robes and put our clothes in the bag, so even those were packed. We sat in front of the fireplace and talked over the last of the wine until we were all tired enough to go to bed. When we got back to town, we went to Bo and Mollie's and helped them haul their bags in the house then with a quick stop at the store for essentials we went home and unloaded. Once Bo and Mollie were settled Bo said, "Mollie honey. Tell me the truth. You loved taking the walk didn't you?" "Bo, why do you say that?" "Because you were lit up like a Christmas tree honey, you were totally turned on." "My God, was it that obvious?" "To me it was at least." "How will I face Vickie and Rick?" "Just like always. Even if they noticed, it's no big deal. We all get turned on by one thing or another. I get turned on thinking about you taking the walk." "Bo, don't ever tease me about it in front of them okay?" "I won't, but I want to hear all about it later." When we got home the first thing we noticed was the house felt so big after spending all those days in the little cabin. We didn't have a fireplace so we settled for decaf in the living room. "Rick, you were so lucky. You almost had to take the walk you know." "That was a close one." "Were you disappointed that you couldn't do it?" Rick smiled a minute then said, "You know me too well, honey. Did you notice how much Mollie enjoyed her walk?" That started me. How did he know she enjoyed it? "What do you mean, Rick?" "I mean, didn't you see the blush she had going? I'll bet it went to her toes." "She was probably embarrassed." "Maybe, but I don't think so. I probably shouldn't tease her about it, but I'm sure she had a very good time with it." "Please don't tease her. You're right. She was positively humming." Damn, Rick could be so observant sometimes. I knew I had to warn Mollie before we got together just in case. One evening after we were back in our routine, I called Mollie and told her about Rick's observation. "Oh my God Vickie, I'll be so embarrassed when I see him." "Don't worry about it, Mollie. Just to make things even, I have a secret for you. He was hoping he could take the walk next." "You're kidding." "Nope." "That's wild, thanks for telling me. That will make it easier when I see him. We'll be sharing a secret that he doesn't know we're sharing." We got together with Bo and Mollie every couple of weeks and everybody behaved himself or herself for the most part. The tease and flirt was a little more blatant, but still pretty harmless. I saw Mollie accidentally rub her breasts against Rick's arm a couple of times, much to Rick's pleasure, and I wondered if that wasn't a set up for Mollie's future titty flash. I had no doubt it would happen at some point. We were well into winter and everybody was tired of being confined indoors and getting restless. All four of us hated winter, so the idea of being out in the snow brought out groans of protest. The bad weather had made it easier for us to complete the basement remodeling and we put in a pool table. Mollie and I almost became pool widows for a while. One evening, the four of us were playing cards and Mollie and I were in the kitchen fixing snacks. I was facing away from the dining room where we were playing cards and Mollie was standing facing me but to one side slightly. Rick was in the dining room and said, "I'll see what's taking the girls so long." As he entered the kitchen Mollie pulled up her top and bra pretending to show me something. What I saw were very erect nipples and Rick frozen in his tracks and staring. I could have counted to ten before he finally said, "Oh, excuse me. I'll come back." He sure got his eyes full. After Rick retreated Mollie put herself back together and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Vickie. That was fun to say the least." I think Mollie got more out of it than Rick did and that's saying something. Bo said, "Now what did you get yourself into, Rick?" "I just walked in on Mollie with her top pulled up to her chin talking to Vickie." "Oh. She has some nice ones, that's for sure." My God, if Bo didn't care, what would stop Mollie from flashing even more? She obviously loved it. We had at least two exhibitionists in the group and at least two voyeurs. I wasn't sure where I stood yet. I certainly wasn't against any of it. I always enjoyed having Rick and Bo look at me when I was wearing my bikini, and there must have been at least a little exhibitionist in me or I wouldn't buy such tiny bikinis. After Bo and Mollie went home I asked Rick what he thought about his treat in the kitchen. "I was shocked to say the least." "You were more than shocked, honey. I could have made dinner in the time it took you to back out." "I wasn't that long." I had to smile. "Honey, you have her breasts memorized." "Well, maybe I was just a little slow. But she does have some nice ones, doesn't she?" "Yes honey, she does, and I'm glad you admit you really checked her out." "Okay, I'm guilty. It was an instinctive reflex." The next weekend, Mollie called and wanted me to go shopping with her and have a girl's afternoon away from the guys. I certainly didn't mind shopping, and Mollie and I were past due for a good gabfest. We spent about the same amount of time at the coffee shop talking as we did shopping actually. I hadn't made reference to her flash job on Rick so after a while she couldn't stand it. Mollie wanted to know if Rick said anything about her flashing him. "At first he denied he got a good look, but then he admitted he got a very good look and really liked what he saw." "That was fun flashing him and thank you for letting me." "Anytime Mollie." Maybe I shouldn't have said that. We were working our way down the mall with a couple of bags of goodies just window shopping when we came to Victoria's Secret. Mollie looked at me and said, "Why not just look?" I had no intention of buying, but Mollie was looking hard. Looking back I wondered if she knew what she wanted, but was embarrassed to let me know. When she got to the really sexy and miniscule panties, she started selecting several pair followed by some very pretty and very tiny bras. I asked her, "What about a negligee?" "I don't bother, because they don't stay on long enough to make it worth while." Then she blushed. Mollie was complicated. She told me she masturbated, but blushed over negligees. I don't know how it happened, but a couple pair of panties and a bra had found their way into my bag when we left. We finally got tired of shopping and headed for my house for coffee. Chapter Three Rick was downstairs working on the poolroom and Bo was home doing yard chores, so the two of us were free to talk. Instead of the usual coffee, we treated ourselves to a coconut rum and pineapple juice: Very tasty and very dangerous. We had that drink and made a second one vowing to sip a little more slowly. It didn't work, so we made a third one which finished the pineapple juice, so we were saved from ourselves more or less. Mollie looked at me and said, "Bo's thirty ninth birthday is coming up, and I want to do something special for him but I can't come up with anything. Do you have any ideas?" "Something like a special evening with you giving him a lot of loving, if you know what I mean. What does he like to do that he doesn't get a chance to do?" Mollie started blushing again. "Well...he likes dirty movies, but he never gets to see any. He likes to...oh God, I don't think I'm drunk enough to say it." "Mollie, I'm just tipsy enough to imagine all kinds of things so you might as well say it." "He wants to take me out to dinner with me not wearing any underwear and dressed slutty. You know, that kind of stuff." "Can you do that for him?" "I don't know. I want to. It gets me excited too." "It's a couple of months until his birthday isn't it?" "Almost, yeah." "You enjoy showing yourself don't you?" "Well...yes, but it doesn't sound sexy when you say it." "For example, you liked showing yourself to Rick that evening right?" "Yes, that was fun." "At the restaurant you'd be showing less probably. Maybe your panties, or one of your new sexy bras and a lot of leg." "You make it sound so simple." Transformed "Let's work on this. Between the two of us, we can come up with something. We need to be at your house when Bo is going to be gone for a while. Okay, I have an idea. Let's get Rick involved. He can ask Bo to come over and shoot pool and we'll go to your place." "Vickie, this could be a lot of fun. Thanks for your help." "I may have to do the same for Rick one day, so this will be training for me. Let's go down and talk to Rick." "I'm embarrassed all ready." "He doesn't need to know the details if you don't want him to." "Okay." "Wait, I know how we'll be sure to get his help. Watch this." I dug through my shopping bag and brought out a pair of the sexy panties and told Mollie to follow me. When we got downstairs I told Rick we needed his help. "How can I help you two?" "We need to have you call Bo and invite him over here for pool so we can go to their house and plan his birthday." "What the hell are you planning that you can't plan in our kitchen?" "It involves these" and I held up the panties. "Oh, that kind of plan," and Rick checked out the panties thoroughly thinking they were Mollie's. "I can help you out I guess." Rick called Bo and it was set. We headed toward Mollie's house and I told Mollie we were going to have fun with this. Bo was gone when we got there, so I said, "Okay Mollie, dig out all your fancy undies, short skirts, low cut blouses and anything else you can think of." When she was done we had a pile of things on her bed to consider. Mollie started trying different things on and I said, "Wait a sec. Put on your skimpiest, sexiest new panties first, and then try on a skirt." Mollie stripped and put on the panties. "My God Mollie, those are small and sexy. Perfect. Okay now, a skirt either very short, or split, or even better, both." Mollie put on a skirt and I said, "Okay, now sit at the kitchen table like you're at the restaurant and I'll pretend to be a guy sitting a ways from you." Mollie tried that and I said, "No, that won't work. It doesn't show anything." "It feels like I am." "Not really. Try another one." This went on for quite a while. "That's all I have." "Then we have to go shopping unless you want to wear one of those skirts without panties. Just hand him a pair of your new panties in the restaurant." "I'll have to think about the skirt issue." "Try on a blouse, and I'll be the waiter and a customer." This went on until we found a blouse that would work if it were left unbuttoned part way down. "Now that's sexy, Mollie. That should make him breathe hard. Wait. Better yet try the blouse without the bra." "I'll be almost naked." "Let's see if you can get away with it." Mollie pulled off the bra and put the blouse back on. "Oh yes. That's what we're looking for." We tried the waiter thing and then I sat like another patron. "I can see almost every thing but not quite. You just might get away with it Mollie." "Look at my nipples. They stick out like crazy." "You must be excited. I'm sure they'll stick out for Bo too." "I am excited. My God what's happening to me? A few weeks ago I was an average wife. Now I want to go naked and flash myself." "You have found something that you like, that's for sure. So will Bo." "I hope so." "Okay Mollie, I think we have it figured out, but I have two more suggestions." "Okay, let's hear them. I think I can handle anything now." "Number one, shave yourself completely, maybe a week before your dinner so your skin can get used to being shaved and don't let Bo see it. Cut him off for a week." "Oh, I like that one." "Two, when you have your whole outfit decided on, like the skirt issue, why don't you show Rick and see how he reacts and what he thinks Bo will say." "Oh...but, if...you know...if I don't wear panties or bra...I mean he might see...you know" "So might somebody in the restaurant. Then you'll know if you can go through with it." "You're right, but I'm going to be so nervous." "Just let me know when you have your choices made, but you better hurry because if you change your mind, you'll need time to come up with something else." It was a month before Mollie brought up the birthday subject again. "Vickie, I think I'm ready. I've been so nervous about it. I have been wearing the outfit around the house whenever Bo's not around to get used to the feel of it, and I have been watching myself in the mirror a lot too. I'm still so nervous, I could pee my pants if I was wearing any, but let's do it. If I can't go through with it, then I'll know for sure." "Okay, when do you want to do it?" That's why I brought it up. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so I can get away from Bo for a while if Rick is available." "I'll make sure he's here: How about eleven?" "Okay. I'll be over." Poor Mollie sounded as nervous as she could get. I told Rick, "Honey, Mollie needs your help tomorrow at eleven." "Now that sounds mysterious." "You'll see soon enough." "Where do I go?" "Right here," I positioned a chair and said, "We need you to be sitting in a kitchen chair like this for starters, and Mollie will come in and sit at the table, kind of like a patron in a restaurant coming for dinner." "That's it?" "Not quite. Then you'll get up and pretend to be an attentive waiter." "Then that's all?" "That's all." "That doesn't make sense." "It will tomorrow, trust me." I still didn't know if Mollie would be wearing panties or bra or not and I didn't know if she bought a new skirt or not. I was anxious to see what she decided on. What I did know was first, Rick then Bo, were going to come in their pants. I was beginning to think I wanted to do the same for Rick pretty soon. It didn't excite me like it did Mollie, but I could have fun with it and Rick would go absolutely nuts. I'd get my reward soon enough. Chapter Four Mollie pulled in the drive and I told Rick to take his seat and then I met her at the door and took her coat. "Oh my God, Mollie, you look so hot. Rick is going to be a basket case, so take pity on him okay?" It was plain to see Mollie had opted for a new skirt with a split up the side and she was shaking from nerves. I still didn't know about the panty issue, but it was easy to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I led the way to the kitchen and as we went, I told Mollie to have a seat at the table like she was being seated at the restaurant. When she went through the doorway she saw Rick. Mollie paused and took a deep breath before proceeding. Rick had a cup of coffee in his hand and literally dropped it spilling his coffee, but he never took his eyes off Mollie. That was the quietest I'd ever seen him. I said, "Okay Mollie, you are seated, have you decided what you will do or how you would handle things?" In a very weak voice she said, "Yes, I want to sit like this, and she spread her legs causing the skirt split to open more and gave Rick a straight view of Mollie's most secret parts or her panties whichever it was, I still didn't know. Mollie was blushing like crazy. I said, "Okay, let's just stay like that a minute. Rick, be sure you stare. That is part of the test. You doing okay, Mollie?" "I think so." "Rick, you're awful quiet, are you doing okay?" "I'm...ahem...that is...my God, I'm fantastic. I can die happy now." "Mollie, do you want to keep going?" "Yes, I'm...I'm okay." "Rick would you walk over to Mollie and stand close to her like a very attentive waiter?" "I'd be happy to." Rick walked over and could look right down between Mollie's breasts seeing everything, but the nipples. "Okay Rick, sit across from Mollie and tell us what you see." "I see...a beautiful woman that is turning me to jelly with a hint of brown of both nipples through the fabric." "Rick, sit over here like you're another patron and you're looking at Mollie from the side. What do you see?" "Oh Vickie, I don't know if I can keep doing this, Mollie looks so erotic. I see through her arm holes and almost see her breast again." "Anything else we can do Mollie to help you?" "I don't think so." Rick asked, "Do you want me to leave the room now?" "Of course not, we're in a restaurant and Mollie will be exposed far longer than this. Sit down and enjoy the view again. Mollie, are you showing all that you want to show to strangers in front of Bo?" "I don't know, because I don't know what I'm showing." Rick said, "Mollie honey, if you sit like that I can see just about everything you have, and it's beautiful. Thank you for letting me be here." "Thank you, Rick," Molly was nervous and even her breasts were flushed. With a shaky voice Mollie said, "I hope I can go through with this. Look at my hands shake. Rick was still staring and I could see he was having a hard time of it too. "I guess that's it. Now you can decide how far you want to take it. If you want to ease off, you can wear your sexy underwear and your new bra. I'm sure it would still rock Bo's boat." Rick added, "I think Bo will be blown away whatever you decide to do, Mollie. Go with what you can handle." "I'm glad I have time to think about it. Thanks you two. I still can't believe I'm doing this." After Mollie left, Rick was all over me. That poor guy was in bad shape and I got the benefit from the show for a long time that day. It was a topic of conversation and speculation for several days on how far she would go. I wasn't convinced she would be able to relax enough to enjoy it, but I thought she'd do it all and Rick thought she'd wear panties for sure and maybe the bra too, but keep the slit skirt and open blouse. Needless to say, we would never say anything to Bo even after it was history. The next time we got together for cards, Mollie had a hard time looking a Rick for about half the evening. I was hoping Bo wasn't noticing anything unusual in her manor. Mollie had made reservations for Friday evening, so Rick and I were no more than home from work when we started the debate again. We ended up making a bet. If I was right about what she wore, Rick had to go clothes shopping with me and stay in the store while I tried things on and got his opinion. If he was right he could do whatever he wanted to me for one hour. His surprised response was, "Anything?" "Anything." "It's a bet." Saturday I didn't hear from Mollie, Saturday night nothing and Sunday morning nothing. It either went very well or very badly. Sunday night, Mollie stopped by. Bo thought she was shopping. I was dying to know so before she could sit down I said, "I want to hear every detail, Mollie. Leave nothing out." "Well, when I came out dressed in the split skirt and that revealing blouse, poor Bo didn't want to leave the house until he'd made love to me. But I made him wait, and..." "I have to ask before you get any farther. Did you go without panties and bra?" "I chickened out at the last minute and put panties on." "I don't blame you, I would have too. Anyway, you were saying..." "By the way I undid another button on the blouse as we drove to the restaurant. He could hardly keep his hands to himself. When he talked to me he looked at my breasts. He was so cute. You'd think he'd never seen them before. So anyway, when the waiter came over and I looked up at him, he looked down my blouse and his eyes got big and he stuttered and you never saw such good service. He hardly left my side. It turned me on, Vickie. I still don't understand it, but it turned me on, and poor Bo was almost drooling in his wine. With me wearing panties, I was more comfortable so I made very sure I opened my legs so another guy that was seated like Rick was could look up my skirt. There was no doubt he was seeing all the way up. The split alone was enough to make the guys stare." "Don't stop now Mollie, tell me more." "Well, while we had dessert I would look at Bo and played with my nipples a little and they were really sticking out. I could see the other guy watching too. He was having a very hard time listening to his wife when she talked. Vickie, I could see he had a...you know, a...an erection. I could see it." "I'll bet poor Bo was even worse off than that guy." "Poor sweet Bo was in sweet agony. I couldn't do this to him very often." "Okay, so what happened next?" "Well, when we were ready to go, I went to the restroom. When I came back Bo stood to go and we left. That's when I told Bo I had taken my panties off, and as I passed the guy that was staring I gave them to him. Bo about freaked when he found out I was without my panties and a stranger had them. I thought Bo was going to make love to me in the parking lot. Vickie, they...my panties...they were wet because I was so excited. I can't believe I did it and I can't believe I'm telling you all this. I couldn't get away from Bo long enough to tell you until today. He has been after me like a dog in heat, I love it." "What did Bo say later, and did he...no, that's none of my business. What did he say? Oh, and what did he think of you shaving?" " "My God, it was Christmas for him. He'll never forget this birthday. He won't stop talking about it now." "I have an evil idea. I'm going to call and wish him a belated happy birthday. I'll do it on the speakerphone, so you can hear." I called and when Bo answered I said, "A belated happy birthday, Bo. Sorry we almost missed it." "Thanks Vickie." "Did you get any neat gifts?" "Vickie, you wouldn't believe it if I could tell you about it. I had the most wonderful, exciting, surprising, and thoughtful gift from Mollie I'll ever get." I looked at Mollie and smiled and said, "Wow, Bo it sounds wonderful. So you can't tell me anything about it at all?" "No, she'd kill me if I did. I will say her taking the hike had a lot to do with it." "Now that sounds intriguing to say the least, maybe I can get you drunk one of these days and you'll tell me." "Maybe." "Anyway, hon, happy birthday and it sounds like it must have been awesome." "It was Vickie, thanks for the call." When I hung up, Rick was standing there smiling. "I take it, it was a success." "More than you can imagine, Rick. I'll let Vickie decide how much to tell you. Thanks you two, and Rick, you can never, ever say anything to Bo about our rehearsal, even if we get drunk, okay?" "I'll never say a word Mollie, I promise. I'm still in a daze from it myself. In fact, I'm going to leave the room now because it's starting to effect me just remembering it." "Vickie, is he kidding?" "No, Mollie he isn't kidding. We made love after you left until we couldn't walk, and he still talks about it." "That's sweet. Can I go kiss him before I leave?" "Be my guest. He might really kiss you back, so be forewarned. He is horny now." "Thanks for the warning. After the kiss, I have to get back to Bo. I'm sure he needs me again. At least I hope so." Mollie walked in the other room and caught Rick before he sat down, and said, "I want to thank you with a kiss for those sweet words, Rick." Mollie really gave Rick a very long kiss that would melt glass and I could tell Rick kissed her back the same way. When they came up for air, Mollie was blushing like crazy. She took a deep breath stepped back and whispered goodbye and left. I smiled at Rick and said, "I think you got to her with your kiss there stud. You showed her no mercy. You sure have gotten your share of lookin' and lovin' lately." "I sure have. That woman sure can kiss too. Almost as good as you even, but I think I better kiss you right now so I can compare." Rick was so turned on it took me all afternoon to put his fire out. It was starting to feel like our honeymoon again. Chapter Five Over the next couple of months we would get together and play cards like usual, and the flirtations and jokes continued, but seemed even more suggestive. Maybe it was my imagination, but I didn't think so. All four of us seemed quicker to give hugs and quick kisses. A couple of weeks later, the four of us went out to celebrate my birthday, but we celebrated in a more conventional manner than Mollie and Bo had. Mollie and Bo made more than a few veiled references about Bo's birthday, and after I had played dumb and asked several questions, Bo looked at me and winked. I had a feeling he was figuring out that I had a hand in it somehow. After a fun dinner and more than enough wine we headed home. When we got to our house I made coffee, and we continued with our adult jokes and suggestive references. We were feeling the wine. When I got up to refill our cups, Bo gave me a nice compliment on how nice my butt looked in my slacks. I thanked him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and took the pot back to the kitchen. Mollie stood up and said, "Rick, it's only fair to show you my butt and see what you think." "I already know what your butt looks like and it's beautiful." With that Mollie went around and gave Rick a thank you kiss that was more impressive than I'd given Bo. It didn't go any farther than that and we continued talking. Bo seemed very attentive to Mollie after that, not from jealousy but more like he was getting pretty excited. It wasn't too much later and they said they had to go home. We all knew why, but didn't need to say it. As they got ready to leave Bo said, "With Rick's permission, I have to thank Vickie for whatever part she played in my birthday present. I don't know any details, but I know assistance was given. I also have to properly say happy birthday with a kiss." Bo stepped up to me and kissed me every bit as long and passionate as Mollie had kissed Rick, and I didn't hold back; I kissed him back. There was more passion there than I had expected from either of us. I don't know who was more flushed afterward. That was a kiss to remember. Between the wine, an evening of suggestive talk and the kiss here and there, we were all pretty charged up. Had we played cards, it could have ended up being our first time to play strip something. It had been a very long time since any man other than Rick had seen me naked, except for Bo's brief peek several months ago. Seeing the change in Bo and Mollie, I decided I had to do something for Rick one of these days like Mollie had done, only maybe a little less overt. I didn't want to give him a heart attack. The next afternoon I called Mollie to thank them for helping me celebrate and found they had a wine hangover like us. I told Mollie, "You better lock Bo up. He sure can kiss." "Don't I know that, but I can safely say the same about Rick. He really rocked my boat that day. I could hardly talk afterwards." I said, "We'll just have to keep them too busy to get in trouble." "That hasn't been a problem lately. Your kiss last night lit a fire I still have to deal with." "Good. Now we're even." It was June and getting warm, and the four of us wanted to rent a cabin again, but the one we'd rented before was off the market. We picked another one that sounded almost as private, larger and a little fancier with a hot tub and an outdoor shower and we were anxious to get up there. Mollie and I bought new bathing suits and had the food planned. When the big day arrived, we left in high spirits arriving late in the day. The cabin was almost as big as our house. It was very private, as the brochure had promised, with a boat and a dock on a small lake with only one other cabin that we could see. One week was not going to be enough. Transformed We walked around back, and there on the deck was a hot tub and a little ways away, was the shower. It had walls on two sides with the back wide open and facing the woods. The tops of the sidewalls were no more than five feet up and the bottoms were about two feet off the ground so that left three or so feet to protect the person taking the shower. There was just enough to hide a ladies top and pelvis. If you stood on the deck, you could almost see enough to see a ladies top. Showering in that would be interesting, to say the least and it was plain to see that guys designed the shower. We unloaded everything and put the groceries away and the guys made dinner while Mollie and I unpacked things. It didn't take long and we were on the front porch having coffee and looking at the lake. We would have to take a boat ride tomorrow and see what the neighborhood was like. After the mosquitoes ran us indoors, we continued to talk a little then read. By nine o'clock we were ready for bed. I tried to hide it as long as I could to surprise Rick, but all of a sudden he hollered out "Hot damn! Thank you, honey." Then we heard, "Hold it down in there, we're trying to make love in here." I laughed until tears were in my eyes. Rick loved the look and couldn't keep his hands off. That was not a bad thing. He went down on me for a long time enjoying the feeling. I was enjoying the feeling too. In the morning as we sat down to breakfast Bo said, "I have to ask. What the hell prompted the hot damn last night?" "Rick, you better decide how to answer that one since it was you that shouted." "Vickie shaved herself." "Gee thanks, for being so tactful and sensitive Rick." I was shaking my head and about half embarrassed. "Way to go, Vickie. I got mental pictures of that. Fantastic." "Okay, Bo, settle down or you'll blow a gasket and Rick will have to keep both us women happy." I laughed, but I had a feeling there was more to that than just a joke, a wish, perhaps? I was sure Rick wouldn't mind though. Mollie was so cute and he knew she could kiss. Hell, he'd seen almost as much of her as Bo had, and Rick was a guy after all. After breakfast, we cleaned the kitchen then Mollie said, "I'm taking my morning shower out back, so you guys behave." With that she went to the bedroom then came out carrying toiletries and a towel wearing a shortie robe. I half expected Rick to pull something, but he did behave, except for watching her sashay out the back door. Then he went for his shower followed by Bo while I finished my coffee. Pretty soon here came Mollie back singing. "Vickie, you have to try that. It's wonderful being able to look all over while showering. It's so free and sexy. I love it." "Okay Mollie, you talked me into trying it." I stripped, grabbed my robe and toiletries and headed out. Mollie was right and I took my time. I could easily see over the walls and was showering and looking at the woods. It did feel wonderful and sexy and even just a touch scary. I liked it, but finally shut if off and toweled down. I hung the towel over the wall and turned to get my robe and froze. There not fifty feet away was a huge black bear. I was petrified. He was looking my way and sniffing the air. Was I supposed to be his lunch? I ran, tearing in through the back door, not stopping until I was in the living room. I pointed toward the back, stammering and not making sense. I finally got out "There's a huge damn bear out there in the back. I mean huge." Rick was smiling and said, "Sure there is, Vickie." "Damn it, go see for yourself." I stood there watching them go see for themselves. Pretty soon they came back and Bo said, "You are right Vickie, there's a bear out there. There is one in here too." It still didn't register I had been standing there bare assed for several minutes. Bo had all the time in the world to look at me front, back, sides and me oblivious. "Oh my god," and I ran to the bedroom. I was shaking now. Was it because of the bear or Bo? I took my time and composed myself, then went out to face the music. I'd be hearing this story for years to come. When I went out Mollie said, "Okay you guys, no teasing. Vickie has just had the piss scared out of her." Bo walked over to her and gave her a hug, then said, "I won't tease you. At least not right now. But I have to say, damn, damn, damn, you look good." "Thank you, Bo. God, I was scared. I thought he would eat me or something." Rick said, "Just for the record, honey, you were in very little danger. He was looking for garbage and that definitely isn't you. He couldn't even see you at that distance. Was he sniffing the air?" "I don't remember, I think so." "He knew you were there, but most likely didn't care. You did the right thing coming in, but in the future you have time to put your robe on. You certainly don't have to if you don't want to, but you can." "Now, he tells me." What a hell of a way to start the day. I went back outside for my kit, then came in and finished combing my hair and brushing my teeth. The guys announced they wanted to go fishing, so Mollie and I got into our suits and went to the dock for sun. Mollie surprised me by saying. "I just may sun nude today while the guys are fishing, do you mind?" "Of course not help yourself. I'm still a little shaky from the bear." With that Mollie stripped and lay back down on her towel. "I like this. I've never done it before, but I like it." The heat of the sun and the peace and quiet settled me down in no time. After just sunning a while Mollie asked, "Vickie, now that you look back on it, how'd it feel to be naked in front of everybody?" "I didn't realize I was until the last minute, and then I panicked, so I don't know except in the bedroom afterward, I was absolutely shaky. It didn't feel like fear, but I was shaky so maybe it was from being naked out there. You'd like to do that wouldn't you." "I've thought about it a few times, yes. I don't know if I'd have the nerve though." "If you think about it, we've all seen you mostly naked, just not all at the same time." "Yes, I guess that's right. Letting Rick see me was so unbelievably exciting for me. I was a mess afterward. I still can't believe you let him see me like that. That was wonderful and a big help." "I'm glad. Rick sure enjoyed it. He still mentions it." "Really?" "Oh you rang his bell, Mollie." Chapter Six We sunned a while longer then went up to the cabin. Mollie didn't bother to get dressed. Too bad Rick wasn't here, because he'd be groaning now. Mollie stayed naked until we heard the guys coming. Seeing Mollie naked all that time made me wonder if I would like it. I sure agreed with her on the shower. We were in the kitchen talking when they came in. "Where are all the fish?" "We found them. They are in the lake." "Some fishermen you two are." Rick asked, "You two ladies want to go with us for a walk in the woods?" I said quickly, "No thank you, there are bear out there." "There were bear all over where we were the last time." Mollie sucked in her breath. "You're kidding, right?" "No. There are bear all over the whole upper peninsula." "Oh my god and I walked all that way naked." "The bear don't care if your naked, only Bo and I do." "Very funny," I took a deep breath and said, "So if we walk in the woods, it's safe?" "Sure it is. They don't want anything to do with us, just our garbage, or our food." "Then I'll walk with you for a while." We walked a ways into the woods, but were careful so we wouldn't get lost. They might not find us for a long time if we screwed up and got confused. We finally went back, took a long soak in the hot tub, and then broke out the tequila for margaritas. It was quiet, warm, and pretty there, and the margaritas tasted wonderful. We went through three batches and I was getting pretty tipsy along with Mollie. Rick asked us, "Did you two get some sun today?" My loose tongue jumped in and said, "Some of us more that others." Did Bo pick up on that? You bet he did. "Interpret that for Rick and me." Mollie knew it was coming so she said, "I sunned in the nude." Rick whined, "And we were out fishing. What a waste." "Had you been here I wouldn't have been naked." "But I think it's only fair that if Vickie can see you naked, Bo can see you naked, then I should be able to see you naked." "Sorry Rick honey, that's a good argument, but it doesn't work that way." "Well damn. Then I'll just have to rely on my imagination and I have a good one. Let's see now...wow, would you look at her. Now I'll look from behind...Mollie, you look good sweetie." "Now stop that, Rick." We changed and went to town for dinner and a few drinks. The guys were really wound up and did their best to get Mollie and me stirred up. I didn't let it show, but some of the things they were coming up with were getting to me. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I didn't think so. Bo said, "So Vickie honey, when do I get to see you naked again. That was wonderful, but it wasn't enough." Hitting him Mollie said, "Bo, behave yourself." With a big smile Rick said, "You did make a spectacular entrance." "I'm sorry, Vickie, I had to tease you about it. I waited as long as I could." I smiled and said, "You lasted longer than I thought you would, Bo." Damn it, why was I enjoying this so much? Mollie was the exhibitionist not me...was I? We headed back toward the cabin before we got too drunk to drive, being tipsy was fun, but drunk was awful. It was only a few minutes and from the back seat we could hear Mollie giggling and then saying softly, "Bo, stop that. Not in front of them." "We aren't. We're in back of them." It was all I could do not to look, but I saw Rick look in the rearview mirror then look at me and raising his eyebrows silently say wow! It was only about a twenty-minute ride to the cabin, but a lot could happen in twenty minutes. Again with a whisper, "Bo, you're turning me on, please stop...Bo...please..." I was starting to squirm in my seat. It felt like we were teenagers. Bo was turning me on too and I was dying to see what they were doing. Rick was smiling ear-to-ear and glancing in the mirror every so often. I couldn't stand it any longer. I glanced back and saw Mollie with her top off and her head back with her eyes closed and Bo sucking one breast and playing with the other one. I meant to just glance, but I watched in fascination getting more turned on by the minute and my hand unconsciously finding its way between my legs. I was only slightly aware that Rick passed our turn and kept going, taking us for a ride. I watched as Mollie slowly slid sideways until she was on her back across the back seat and Bo was on top of her. God, I wished there was more moonlight. I didn't look at Rick, and still didn't realize I was playing with myself through my jeans. Rick was watching both shows and getting turned on too. I saw Bo unfasten Mollie's jeans and slide them off and moving his hands all over her and inside her panties. It was like I could feel his hands on me. Oh, how I wanted to be naked right then. At some point, I became aware of where my hand was, but by then I didn't care. I unfastened my jeans, sliding them down until I could reach my sex with my hand. I only briefly glanced at Rick as he watched me and glanced in the mirror trying to see down into the backseat. There wasn't enough room back there for Bo to do what he really wanted to do, but he managed to get his tongue on Mollie's mound and Mollie started pushing her pelvis up to meet him. I couldn't believe this. I was looking at Mollie naked, and Bo playing with her breasts, and eating her and all in the backseat in our presence. We must have had more to drink than I thought. They didn't seem to be aware of me watching them. Maybe they just didn't care anymore. My hand was busy doing what little it could for me as I continued to watch them and Rick continued to watch me. My nether regions were on fire and my breasts cried to be touched. We drove on down the road and I continued to watch them. Mollie was getting faster in her moves and I could see Bo really increase his actions. Mollie started with, "Oh...Bo...oh, oh...yes" then Mollie froze and her eyes popped open and looked right at me as she climaxed. I doubt she was seeing anything at that moment, but it didn't matter. I couldn't stop looking. I was entranced and with two fingers inside me, I was doing myself the best and the fastest I could. Looking back it would have been wonderful to climax the same time that Mollie did. Mollie lay there, slowly getting normal breathing back and Bo was looking at her and smiling. Mollie looked at me and smiled and her eyes were misty. I'd never watched a woman climax before. My world was spinning and my emotions were running wild and my hand had stopped having failed in their mission. This was all new to me. I had seen a porn movie a couple of times years ago, but I didn't care for them. This was totally different. Mollie and I had to have a talk and I wanted it to be soon. Rick turned the car around and headed to our cabin again, I looked out the window in a daze and Mollie and Bo were very quiet. A big line had been crossed, and nobody knew quite what to think, do or say. I knew I'd never be the same. When we got back to our place, we staggered inside and Bo and Mollie said good night and went to their room. I stood in the living room looking at Rick. My head was swimming, partly from the drinks and a lot from what had just happened. Rick came over to me and put his arms around me, "You doing okay, honey?" "God Rick, I really don't know. I'm drunk, but I can't believe what just took place. I can't believe what it did to me. Mollie was looking right at me when she climaxed." "Vickie honey, it sure surprised me to say the least. I knew Bo was past the feel good stage quite a while ago, but he was more drunk than I thought I guess. I also can't believe how it affected you though. You turned me on as much as they did that's for sure." "Rick, let's go to bed too. I've had plenty to drink and in spite of being turned on, I'm tired." Chapter Seven Rick and I were up first and having coffee when Mollie came out in her robe. "Morning, you two." "Morning, Mollie, how do you feel this morning?" "A little fuzzy around the edges to say the least, but I'll live, how about you two?" Rick said, "I'm fine. That's one good thing about being the driver." I looked at Mollie with a weak smile and said, "I'll live. I might even feel pretty good once I eaten and showered." Greasy eggs didn't sound very good at all for some reason so I settled for toast and coffee and Rick made some oatmeal for him and Mollie. We were done and having coffee when Bo came out looking worse for the wear. "Morning everybody. I think I died last night, so I might not really be here. If I am, just nod." We all smiled at him and nodded. "Good...I think anyway." All four of us sat there being pretty quiet and drinking coffee. I finally said, "I'm going out for a shower." As I gathered my things and came out, Bo said, "I think I owe everybody an apology. I vaguely remember doing some things that I shouldn't have. I'll try to be better behaved the next time I decide to get drunk." I broke the silence by saying, "You're forgiven, sweetie. You sure gave us all one hell of a show though. Do you remember any of it?" "Most of it I think. Who knows how much I don't remember though." I went out and had a long wonderful shower taking more time than I ever had. I knew there would be little competition for the hot water for a while at least, and I felt almost like new when I came back in. Mollie was just getting up from the table and said she was next. By mid morning, Mollie and I were ready to try sunning on the dock and the guys were going fishing for a while. Bo needed more quiet time to recover, and he could fish or just enjoy the boat ride as he chose. Both guys seemed fairly harmless now, so Mollie and I went down to the dock instead of waiting until they left. Our bikinis didn't cover very much, so when the boys came down we were pretty much out there for them to see but they got in the boat and left. I said, "They sure are quiet today. I can't believe we didn't get kidded or our asses slapped." Once the guys were out of hearing and seeing range, Mollie stripped again and sunbathed in the nude. I lay there and turned my head toward Mollie and said, "That was an incredible sight last night. I'm sorry for staring, but I couldn't help myself. It was so erotic," "At first I wanted Bo to stop. We shouldn't have done that. But he knew how to get to me and he did. Once that happened I wanted you two to see us. I'm sorry if we offended you two." "I didn't know what to do or think at first. I didn't know if I was offended or turned on. When I realized I was turned on, I did my best not to look back there. But once I did, I couldn't stop watching. I got so excited, I tried to do myself sitting up there, but it didn't work." "How did Rick take it?" "He smiled ear to ear the whole time, and once I started he couldn't decide what to watch." "Vickie, I got so incredibly excited knowing you two could see us. I've never experienced that before. I might as well admit it; I'd like it to happen again sometime. I get hot just thinking about it. "Can I ask you a question, Mollie?" "Sure." "When you climaxed last night, were you able to see me watching you?" "Yes, I saw you there." "Mollie, it was like you were looking inside me. What were you thinking?" "I don't remember any real thoughts right then, except I wanted to share it with you, but it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I thought it would never stop." "Mollie, it sure has made my world spin. I still don't know what to think." I was so turned on it scared me and I didn't dare think where this might go eventually. I reached back and unhooked my bra and took it off. It was time to see about sunning topless and maybe bottomless. Mollie didn't say anything. We were quiet a while and Mollie was lying there with her eyes closed It felt so sinful and erotic to be out where people could see me naked. I put a hand on my breasts and felt the nipples get hard and erect. Even that touch made me hold my breath for a minute. I took my bottoms off and lay back down feeling the sun on all of me. After a little bit I said, "Mollie, I think I better go up before I burn." "Okay Vickie, I'll be up shortly." I walked up to the cabin naked and taking my time. Damn it, Mollie was right again. It did feel good. Why? I walked through the cabin and out back getting in the shower and rinsing down. I was so relaxed. I felt wonderful. As I stepped from the shower Mollie came out and stepped in looking red and hot. I was just in and dressed when here came the guys. It dawned on me that they could have come in as I came in from the shower. "Bo, you look like you feel a lot better." "I feel good as new." "You two will be happy to know that you just missed both of us sunning naked." In a surprised voice Rick said, "You too?" "Yep, me too." "Damn." Mollie came in and announced she was hungry and would fix a snack for us. I made iced tea and we gathered on the front porch for summer sausage, cheese, and iced tea. We'd had enough alcohol for a while. We had been on the porch an hour or so, when clouds rolled in and within another hour it was sprinkling. And soon after that it was a full thunderstorm. It was quite a display of lightening and in no time the lights went out. Between the trees shading the cabin, the dark clouds and it getting late the cabin was pretty dimly lit. None of us had thought to have storm candles and the only flashlight was in the car. We had to save that for essentials. Rick said, "The only thing to do is build a little fire in the fireplace for light." Transformed By a Demon Nikolai came to with the horrible taste of the demon's potion still in his mouth, an ache in his guts like someone had reached in and stirred, and the strangest slick yet full sensation between his legs. Something heavy was on his back, and worse something was inside him, moving, thrusting. He tried to move, to get away from the thing inside him, only to find that his hands and feet were tied. Icy trickles of fear started to penetrate the fog in his brain and he struggled harder even knowing it was useless. "Ooh, I like it when you wriggle." the demon on top of him purred in his ear as she thrust deeper. "Keep it up." His mind still refused to grasp what was happening to him, but the horrible, impossible shape of it was starting to come clear no matter how hard he tried to turn away. The potion the demon gave him must have done more than just make him harder to kill. "What did you do to me?" Somehow the question slipped out even though he was certain he never, ever, wanted to know. "Oh, you know, just a few changes. You're faster now, and stronger, although you're not getting out of those ropes until I'm good and ready to let you out. You're harder to kill, which will come in handy before long." "What did you do?!" "You know already, you just don't want to face it. Come on hunter, can you really picture demons waddling around pregnant and vulnerable when there are humans to do it for us? You just needed a few little changes." "A few little changes?! You call this a few little changes?" "For now, yes. Things will change a lot more once you're seeded. But don't worry, that takes two demons. For now, just get used to one of us at a time." And the awful thing was, he was getting used to it. The demonic cock filling him was starting to feel good. More than just starting, a traitorous little voice inside him whispered. The wrongness, the violation were still there, but they were overlaid with a growing pleasure that had him fighting not to thrust back against the demon on top of him. Fighting, but not succeeding. His growing disgust with himself couldn't keep him from spreading his legs as far as his bonds would allow, trying to get her iron hard cock even deeper inside his - oh god - his pussy. Those demonic bitches had replaced his cock with a hole for them to use, they were going to knock him up, and worst of all, knowing all that they had done and all that they were going to do just made him more desperate to come. The humiliation of being reduced to a toy for demons to fuck, that certainty that all he had to look forward to was being bred like an animal, and the fact that there was absolutely nothing he could do about any of it it all turned him on more. His desperation finally spilled out of his mouth in panting moans, try as he might to keep his teeth clenched. "Oh, you like that? Do you want some more?" But instead of thrusting harder and faster, the bitch slowed until she was barely moving. Every backstroke left him feeling empty, ravenous for her cock. Every stroke back in made him ache for her to fuck him harder and faster. Sheer frustration forced him to writhe on her cock like a bug on a pin until finally he snapped. "Please," he whispered, "please, I need.." As desperate as he was, he still couldn't quite bring himself to say it. "What do you need, pet? Ask nicely and I might even give it -" punctuated with a single thrust hard enough to make him gasp "-to you." "Harder. Please, harder. Just let me come, I'll do anything if you'll let me come." "Anything, pet? What can you give me that I'm not already going to take?" Her voice was terrifyingly even as she taunted him. He was already going mad with frustration, and she sounded like she could keep this up all day. By the end of it he'd be a shivering wreck of a human being, but what did that matter to her? "Please, use me, I'm your fuck toy, just a hole for you to use, please, just let me come, please!" he howled. "That's right, you are just a hole for me to fuck. For knowing your place, you get to come. You've been a good boy." It shouldn't have been so satisfying to be praised by the lying bitch who got him into this mess in the first place. Finally, finally, she fucked him like she meant it. She grabbed his hips and pounded her cock into his dripping pussy like she wanted to break him with it. His cunt was starting to ache from the abuse he was taking, and god help him but he liked it. Everything she did to him, whether painful or pleasurable, pushed him closer and closer to coming all over the cock that violated him. "Do you like that, you little whore? You're going to come while I use you, aren't you." To his utter humiliation, being degraded sent him over the edge. His pussy clenched on the massive cock that invaded him as he came so hard he saw stars. He had never felt anything so intense, it seemed to go on and on without end. The feeling slowly ebbed, but as the demon kept fucking him it started to build again. After the first one he could hardly even try to thrust back against her, but she just grabbed his hips and pulled his limp body onto her cock. It didn't seem to matter to her if he participated at all, she was going to use his body to get herself off whether he liked it or not. Helplessly, he came over and over until finally, what felt like hours later, she filled his abused cunt with her seed and left him sprawled on the bed like a forgotten toy, her come dripping from his aching hole. Transformed Into A Shemale I was 18 when I first had sex with a man. This is the story.... I am a very hot looking guy. I say that knowing that some may consider me vain, or arrogant, but over the years I have had so many women and men tell me how fine I am, that I know it is true. I am 35, blond and blue eyed, 6'1," 180lbs, with a tan athletic body and a 7" beautiful cock. I have been dressing up as a sexy girl ever since I was 18 years old and had my first experience with a man. The following is how it all started... The summer of my 18th year was beautiful and warm. I remember the wild high school parties outside on warm summer nights. I wore my sun-bleached hair long at the time and I was just beginning to develop confidence in my looks. At the time, I was going out with a beautiful French girl and we were having a lot of fun getting high and having really great sex almost every day. Before the fateful day when I first met Tom, I had never had a sexual encounter with a man, but I can't say that I hadn't sometimes wondered about it. My best friend at the time, John was a beautiful blond hunk who was going out with a sexy girl named Nancy. One day I spent the night after a party at his house. Getting up to take a leak, I heard the unmistakable sound of hot sex coming from his room. My cock became almost instantly hard and throbbing as I heard John crying out, "Ooh, suck me Nancy, you sexy bitch! Wrap those sexy lips around my cock and suck me!" I stood there, fondling my cock and wishing that I could watch (or better yet join in), when I suddenly realized that John's window would be clearly visible from the roof. Quietly retracing my steps, I went back to my room and slipped out onto the roof and crawled to a spot outside where I could clearly see the action going on in John's room... I sat transfixed by the site of my hunky friend John, standing half naked with his strong muscular chest with it's pointed sexy nipples clearly outlined and his giant cock (I had never seen it erect) bursting forth from a pair of ultra sexy and tight black leather pants that I had never seen him wear. Sexy blond Nancy was kneeling before him, her sexy and glossy lips encasing the head of his throbbing cock and his hands entwined in her long blond hair as he forced his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth. My own cock is now dripping pre-cum and I am fondling its wet glistening head and breathing deeply at the site in front of me. Nancy, who I had always secretly wanted to fuck, was wearing a sexy black satin garter belt and sheer stockings, along with matching black silk panties and bra. I always loved to see pictures of girls in porno magazines dressed in sexy lingerie, but this was the first girl I knew, that I had seen dressed like this, and it was incredibly exciting! John was treating Nancy pretty roughly, pulling her head forward until she was almost gagging, and then pushing it back in a rapid motion. "You love it, don't you? You sexy bitch! You love having my cock between those sweet lips! I'm not going to let you drink my cum now though. I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours. Get up on the bed and I'm going to fuck you doggie style"! He cried. I was almost to the point of cumming as I stroked my own cock, but I forced myself to stop as I watched Nancy, her smooth sexy body encased in that lovely lingerie, crawl up on the bed and raise her tight panty clad buns in the air. John then roughly pulled her panties down to reveal her sweet soft buns and gripping her ass cheeks, he spread them wide to reveal her tender anus which he began forcing open with the giant tip of his throbbing cock. I could hear Nancy moaning in pain and excitement as John slowly forced the entire length of his cock into her tight ass and then began sliding it in and out in rapid strokes as they both moaned in excitement. Kneeling there on the roof, my own throbbing cock in my hand, I longed to be in there with John and Nancy. The sight of John's huge cock protruding from those sexy leather pants sliding out of Nancy's buns made me feel more turned on than ever before. All of a sudden I realized that although the site of sexy Nancy all dressed up in lingerie was really exciting, it wasn't so much the thought of fucking her that was turning me on, rather it was the idea of being in her place and having John's gorgeous cock up my ass, or between my lips that really was getting me hot! After that night, I began to look at John, and some other guys in a new light. I found my gaze lingering on hard masculine bodies with their tight buns and hidden but powerful cocks. I began to dream about being fucked by guys and I was constantly fantasizing about what it would be like... At the same time, I realized that I was far too uncertain to ever initiate such an encounter. Most of my male friends told jokes about gays and the thought that I might be gay never fully entered my mind despite the fact that now every time I was in the gym shower with John, I had to constantly fight the erections I developed by being next to his beautiful naked body. I still enjoyed sex with my French girlfriend Nicole, but in the midst of sex with her, I often fantasized that it was John's mouth into which I was slipping my tongue... One weekend, I went into NY to a gay theater. It was such a turn on! On the screen a beautiful blond hunk was fucked and dominated by a leather-clad hunk and all the time I wished that it was me with that beautiful cock up my ass and between my lips! As soon as I realised that almost all the guys in the theater were either jerking off, or sucking each others cocks, I released my own cock and stroked it openly as I was captivated by the action on the screen. I hoped (and feared) that some young hunk would approach me, but the best thing that happened was that a couple settled down in the row in front of me and started making out and eventually blowing each other. I wanted so much to join in! Anyway, by the time I left the theater I was sure that I wanted to be with a man, and soon! Fortunately, I didn't need to exist long in this terrible sense of uncertainty. About 3 weeks after that night at John's, I decided to hitchhike down to the shore. It was late morning and I was standing on the side of the road with my thumb out, dressed in a tight pair of faded denim cutoff jeans, which revealed my long and muscular legs and hard virgin buns, a pair of sandals, and a white tee shirt. I had a knapsack over my shoulder and I was in the midst of another daydream about John, in which I was kneeling in front of him the way I had seen Nancy, and he was forcing his cock between my eager lips...when suddenly a pick up truck pulled up right in front of me. Throwing my pack into the back, I jumped in. Looking the driver over, I was thrown into a sudden sensation of confusion, and I felt my face begin to flush. He was dressed just like some of the gay hunks in some of the leather magazines I had purchased. But unlike many of those studs, this guy could not have been more than 21. He was beautiful! Dark short hair framed a handsome tanned face with green eyes and full sensuous lips. His powerful lean body was encased all over in tight sexy black leather! From tight black leather pants and sexy leatherman boots, to a sexy black leather vest and a spiked leather choker! "Hi, thanks for the ride," I say nervously, as my eyes feast on his lovely leather clad body. "My name is Jessie" (I always give fake names when I hitchhike, and I've always liked that name). "Hi Jessie, my name is Tom. I'm happy to have the company and you look like you were getting hot out there," he says and I notice his eyes roaming down my body and with a shock, I notice that they linger on my cock (or is it my imagination?), outlined against my tight shorts that is still hard from my daydreams about John, and now my proximity to this handsome leather clad hunk. "Where are you going Jessie?" "I'm going down to Long Beach Island. How far are you going?," I ask. "I can take you part of the way there," he replies. "What are you going to do down at the shore"? He asks with a smile. "I'm going to visit my girlfriend," I reply nervously, afraid that somehow this will typecast me as "straight," when I am already lusting after this gorgeous leather hunks body! "I bet she's a beauty. A hot looking boy like you must have lot's of girls after you," he says with another quick glance at me as he drives. Somehow he seems once more to take not only my face, but also the rest of my body in his glance. I can't seem to reply to the compliment, but I can feel myself blushing and my cock squirms within the tight confines of my shorts at the thought that he finds me attractive. "What does she look like," Tom asks. I find this line of questioning a little strange, so soon after we've met, but I feel there is a strong sexual undercurrent to the questions and coming from him, I don't mind! "She's French. Her name is Monique and she is my age, dark haired about 5'5" she is very beautiful," I reply. "Oh, French girls are beautiful. You're lucky. I'll bet she loves to wear lingerie?" "No, I wish," I reply. "How about leather? Don't you love the sight of a girl dressed in a leather miniskirt, or boots? Does Monique like to dress in leather?," he asks. Tom's free hand absently rubs the tight leather covering his thigh as he is talking about girl's dressed in leather and the sight causes my cock to throb even harder against the tight denim of my shorts and I catch myself squirming a little as I stammer my reply in a nervous voice, "I do love leather...Uh, I mean, I love the sight of girls in leather, but Monique doesn't ever wear any... "Ah, that's too bad. How about you then, do you like to wear leather yourself?" This time I am almost sure as his glance lingers on me that he is staring directly at my cock which is clearly outlined through the tight denim. I squirm again as I reply, "I've never tried it, but it looks pretty comfortable." I dart a glance at him when I think he's not looking and am thrilled (and a little scared) to see the enormous bulge of his cock now pressing against the tight black leather of his pants! "Well, you can tell that I love leather. You should really try it sometime. It doesn't just feel comfortable, it makes you feel really sexy.," Tom says and rests his hand casually over the bulge of his cock. "Hey," Tom exclaims, "Do you want to pull over here at the park and smoke a joint?" He is already making the turnoff, as I reply, "Yeah, that sounds great." I have to make a conscious effort to stop squirming in my seat at the thought that Tom is about to try to seduce me. The thought of running my hands over the sexy leather of Tom'' hard and sexy body is such an incredible turn on that I make up my mind to respond to any opening that Tom gives me. Pulling into the park entrance, Tom heads for a trailhead opening and drives his truck for some distance deep into the woods. He obviously wants us to have some privacy! Finally, he pulls over in a beautiful open glade, deep in the park. He then takes a joint from his pocket and lighting it, he takes a deep toke and then passes it to me. We pass the joint back and forth a couple of times and then Tom puts it out. "This is really good herb and I wouldn't want to get a boy like you too high," Tom says with a laugh. I feel very relaxed and sexy now from the herb, and I lean against the door with my body turned toward Tom. He has done the same thing and my eyes feast openly on his gorgeous body, and zero in on his clearly outlined cock which looks like it is going to burst from the tight confines of his sexy leather pants. Tom follows the direction of my stare and he smiles and very obviously casts his gaze slowly from my face down across my body until it rests on my own cock, which is also clearly outlined against my tight denim shorts. He then slowly lays his hand against his taut leather clad cock and begins to slowly fondle it right in front of me! I feel my face blushing as I squirm in my seat, but I can't take my eyes away from Tom. He has closed his eyes, but the smile remains on his face as he continues to fondle what is clearly an enormous throbbing cock. I'm sure that he knows that I am watching him because he then says, "Getting high always makes me feel so horny. Especially when I've got my leather on." Opening his eyes slightly he looks again at my hard cock and adds, "It looks like getting high makes you horny too. Go ahead and do what feels good Jessie. I can see you want to..." I need no further urging, so under his lustful gaze I move my hand down to my almost painfully throbbing cock and closing my eyes, I begin to fondle it. Knowing that Tom is probably watching me makes me squirm in my seat. Suddenly, I hear the sound of a zipper slowly opening and my eyes fly open to the sight of Tom slowly, teasingly sliding his zipper down. I lick my lips in lustful anticipation and am suddenly shocked to note that Tom is staring right at me, obviously loving my reaction. I openly turn my gaze back down to the sight of Tom's cock covered by a tight red leather thong jutting forth from his now fully opened zipper. "You like to watch me, don't you Jessie"? Tom asks, smiling wickedly. I can only nod in reply as he wraps his hand around the leather-clad shaft of what must be the biggest cock I have ever seen! I guess that it must be at least 10" long, and very thick. I find myself panting and fondling my own aching cock through my shorts as Tom teasingly slides his hand up and down the leather clad outline of his lovely cock. Tom must already know that it is safe to do it, as he slides across the seat toward me and taking my hand from my own cock, he gently places it upon his throbbing leather clad cock. It is warm too the touch and I am thrilled by the throbbing feeling coming from his incredibly stiff cock. "I know you've been wanting to do this... "Go ahead Jessie, run your hot hand all over my cock." I eagerly comply and wanting to be closer to it, I lean down until my face is inches above it and I can smell the sweet leather as I begin fondling it with both hands eagerly. "You've never been with a guy before, have you?," Tom asks with a smile. "Are you sure you want this"? he asks, reaching down and gripping my own cock which leaps at his touch. "Ooh yes!" I gasp and since I can't wait any longer, I lean over and pressing my lips against the throbbing leather clad tip of his cock, I open them and begin to lick and suck it, savoring the sweet leather taste and smell. "Oh, Jessie, yes! That feels so good you sexy boy! You love leather don't you?" Tom cries as his tight ass squirms against the seat and he pushes his crotch upward against my eager lips. Raising my head for a moment I look him lustfully in the eyes and respond, "Ever since you picked me up and I saw you dressed in this sexy leather outfit, I have wanted to get my hands on you. It feels sooo good, Tom." Lowering my head I again let his leather covered cock head slip between my lips and I allow my hands now to roam over his hard and sexy leather covered legs and up to his muscular broad chest. Then, without waiting for permission, I slip my fingers behind the leather waist band of his thong and slip it down to reveal his beautiful throbbing cock. Its tip is oozing pre-cum and I notice that he has a sexy black leather studded cock ring circling the base of his cock. Ever since that night when I watched Nancy suck John, I have been waiting for the chance to have a mans cock between my lips....so, I don't hesitate as I spread my lips to accept the enormous head of Tom's cock into my eager mouth. I love the salty slippery consistency/taste of his pre-cum. Tom moans in ecstasy as I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. "Oooh yes, Jessie! That feels so good you sexy little boy! Suck me lover!" he cries. He grips the sides of my head firmly and tries to push my head down to engulf more of his monster cock, but after a few inches, I start to gag and have to pull away for a moment. "I'm sorry," I gasp. "I can't take it all in. It's so big!" "But I can tell you love it, don't you? You love having a mans cock between those sexy lips. Don't worry, just try to relax your throat and gradually take more in." With that advice I eagerly slip his lovely cock once more between my lips and begin to suck, lick and nibble it with enthusiasm. I feel so turned on and sexy sucking this sexy mans cock! My own cock is rock hard against the tight denim of my shorts. My ass is squirming so much in excitement that it is continually rubbing against its confines. When Tom suddenly reaches down and begins fondling my tight buns, I almost begin to cum, it is so exciting. Thinking back on it after many years of sucking cocks, I realize that I wasn't very good at first, but I think that Tom was so turned on by having this sexy young virgin boy sucking him that it wasn't long before he began to moan and cry out and then hot sweet gobs of cum began to spurt into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed. As Tom's sweet cock began to soften in my mouth, I lovingly licked and sucked the last drops from it and then slipped it back into the sexy leather thong and looking up as I caressed it through the soft leather I notice a satisfied smile on Tom's face. "You are some eager young cocksucker Jessie! That was wonderful! Come sit up next to me.," he says, patting the seat beside him. As I settle myself next to him I look down at my still achingly hard cock and notice that there is a big wet spot where my pre-cum has soaked through the tight denim. Leaning toward me, Tom places one hand over my throbbing cock and begins to fondle it, and he places the other one behind my head and pulls my face to his... As our lips meet, I am overcome by the sensation of his sexy full lips against mine, the smell of his masculine cologne, the pressure of his powerful chest against mine, the feel of his strong hand against my cock.... His sweet tongue forces itself into my mouth and our kiss becomes passionate, our tongues swirling against each other... Tom then wraps both of his powerful arms around me and lifts me until I am sitting on his lap with my legs to either side. We continue passionately kissing with brief intervals as I suckle on his strong neck and ears. I begin to feel his cock growing again beneath me. It is pressing right between my buns and I eagerly squirm against the sexy leather bulge of it. Tom pulls his head back for a moment while fondling my tight buns with both hands as his leather covered cock slides tantalizingly against them. "Hey, how would you like to go to my place, which is nearby? I'd love to get you into my bed, and I have a few things there that might interest you..." Reaching down to fondle his cock I lick and suckle on his ear I whisper, "as long as this is one of the things you want to show me," I say with a gentle squeeze, I would love to"! Sliding off of his lap, I return to my seat, but I continue to fondle his sweet cock through the leather thong and his opened zipper as we drive out of the park. My mind is swirling with the sensations I have experienced within the past hour and my imagination is running wild with anticipation of what awaits me at his house. I can't wait to run my hands over his bare chest and shoulders, and my anus is still tingling with the sensation of having his cock press against it. I hope that he will soon offer to slip it all the way in and fuck me the way that I watched John fucking Nancy! It takes no more than a few minutes before we arrive at his apartment. I feel kind of shy when Tom takes my hand as we leave the truck. We pass a few people as we head up to his apartment and I can just imagine what they must be thinking at the sight of a leatherman like Tom leading a teenage boy like me by the hand to his apartment. My cock remains achingly hard through it all and I am unable to shield the view of it (and the wet stain in the front of my shorts!) from the people we pass. But all thoughts of embarrassment leave my mind as we enter his beautiful apartment and he takes me into his strong arms and presses me against the wall and our lips find each other in a deep kiss... Transformed Into A Shemale Our cocks press and rub against each other through the leather and denim of our clothes and tom grips my firm buns through my tight shorts and my hands find and then fondle his through the sexy leather of his pants. I can feel the power of Tom's hard muscular body as he presses it against mine and it is such an incredibly sexy feeling! I feel that I am totally in Tom's control and it is somehow exciting to realize that Tom could force me to do anything, even if I tried to resist.... I am panting in lust as Tom breaks our kiss and leads me quickly into his bedroom. I feel a thrill as I look at his bed and see the red satin sheets and poles with leather cuffs at every corner! Leading me to the bed, Tom has me sit down on the sexy smooth sheets. "I'm going to tie you up Jessie. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.," he says, and not waiting for my permission, he gently but firmly pushes me onto my back and taking one of my hands he swiftly attaches my wrist to the buckle. I feel a thrill of fear, but I am paralyzed by indecision. Do I want to allow him to do this? Before I have a chance to even ask him to slow down, I find my arms securely bound by the soft leather cuffs and testing them, I find that I am completely unable to pull my arms free. Tom then swiftly attaches my legs in the same way and I find myself lying spread eagled on the bed, completely in Tom's control. He looks me over, smiling wickedly and says, "Again, you don't have to worry about being hurt. You're going to love everything that happens hear today, but there may be some things that you might not have wanted to try at first, and now you won't have any choice! He then kneels beside me on the bed and taking a pair of scissors, he begins to cut my shirt off of me! "Hey wait a minute!" I cry. "What the hell are you doing!" "Don't worry Jessie! I'll provide something for you to wear when you leave." He replies calmly, but with a forceful tone that leaves no room for disagreement. "Don't struggle" he says. By this time he has begun cutting my shorts off, so I lie very still. I don't wear any underwear usually (at least in those days), so as he pulled away my shorts, my bare cock was revealed to him. It had softened somewhat during my struggle, but that changed quickly when Tom leaned over and without hesitation slipped its head between his lips! Within seconds I was once more rock hard at the incredible sensation of having his warm mouth engulfing me. I began squirming and pushing myself upward as he expertly slipped the entire length of my cock into his moth and began sliding it in and out for a few ecstasy filled moments before pulling his head away. After a few incredibly sweet bobs of his head, Tom pulled his head away. I groaned in disappointment, and he responded by saying, I don't want you to get too used to that Jessie. While you're with me, your main purpose will be to satisfy me, to take this cock (he begins to fondle his cock through the tight leather of his pants) into your mouth, and up that sweet young ass of yours. If you obey me in all things, I may let you cum in my mouth. Do you understand?" I nod my head mutely while I squirm in frustrated lust. I am beginning to find the sense of being powerless and in the control of this sexy dominant man to be really exciting! My hard buns slide against the sexy soft satin sheets and my cock is raised like a stiff pole. Tom gets up off the bed and looks down at me and I can almost feel his eyes caressing me, as he looks me over. "I have something to show you," he says. Going to his dresser, he removes something and turning to me, I see that he is holding up a pink satin corset, with white lace trim and dangling garter straps. "Do you like this Jessie?," he asks. I am puzzled by his question. It is a really sexy and pretty piece of lingerie, but why is he showing it to me? "Yes, it's very pretty" I reply. Walking over to the bed, he lays it gently over my chest. "How would you like to wear it?," he asks. I am almost too stunned to speak. How dare he! Just because I have sucked his cock and am yearning to have him fuck me, doesn't mean that I want to be his girl! Although it is an ultra sexy corset and I would love to see a sexy girl in it, the thought of wearing it myself threatens my sense of masculinity, which at my age at the time, was important to me. "I won't wear that Tom!" I reply angrily. "Don't even think about it!" "Oh yes you will Jessie. Even if I have to force you into it! But let's not make up our minds too quickly. Let me tell you what we're going to do, once I have you dressed up like a sexy young girl..." He says, kneeling next to me and unzipping his sexy leather pants. Unleashing his gorgeous cock from its constraints, he straddles my chest with the tip of his hard cock resting across my chin and lips. Looking down into my eyes he says, "If you want this cock again between your lips, and I know you do, you will have to do as I say. Only when you are dressed as a sexy she-girl in this sexy corset with its matching panties and sexy stockings attached, will I let you suck me again." Raising himself, he caresses my chest through the soft satiny fabric of the corset. "We're going to turn you into my feminine young girlfriend, and you're going to love every minute of it!" he exclaims and lowering himself, he rests his hard body on top of mine and I feel the tip of his cock tantalizingly pressing against my virgin anus. I find myself pressing my buns against his cock in eagerness, but as soon as he feels this he raises himself and says, "I know you want it hard up your ass, just like a girl. Just admit it to me. Tell me you want to dress up like a sexy girl, and I'll fuck you hard and deep until I cum deep within this sweet young ass!" I am in the grip once more of my lust for this sexy leather clad hunk who is dominating me so completely. Although the thought of dressing up like a girl seems strange to me, the promise (and threat) that he will let me have his delicious cock once more and will fuck my virgin and eager ass makes me decide to go ahead with it. "Ok Tom, I'll do it for you. But remember your promise, as soon as put on what you tell me, you have to let me have your sweet cock again," I say in surrender. "I knew you would see it my way, Jessie. Don't worry, I'm dying to fuck you once I transform you into a girl!" he says and begins to unfasten my restraints. Once I am free once more and standing, he leads me to the bathroom and tells me that my legs need to be shaved and smooth, before we can put stockings on. Although I hadn't planned on it, I am now fully under his power and I go along submissively, and after a shower, he has me raise my wet legs one at a time while he lathers them with shaving cream and slowly shaves all of the hair off of them. Although I hate to admit it, the feeling of the razor along my legs and being naked in front of my male lover this way keeps my cock rock hard the entire time. After shaving both legs and also my arm pits. Tom dries me with a soft towel and leads me back into the bedroom where he lays out my sexy corset, along with a matching pair of panties and sheer white, backseamed stockings. Standing me in front of a mirror, Tom then hands me the pair of frilly pink silk panties and commands me to put them on. I obey hesitantly, slipping my legs through them and then pulling them on and smoothing them over my tight buns and throbbing cock. Although I won't tell Tom this, the sensation of my hard cock straining against the tight smooth silk of the panties is exciting! I then accept the corset and with more eagerness I slip it on and Tom helps me to tighten it from behind. Sitting on the bed facing the mirror, Tom then helps me to slip the sheer white stockings on my long legs and attach them to the garters. He then takes two silicone "boobs" and slips them into the cups of my corset and then raises me to my feet. I feel an electric thrill at the sensation of the sheer stockings on my smooth legs and the pull of the garters. Facing the mirror, I find myself posing and running my hands over the sheer satin of my corset and my new "breasts." Tom looks on with a lustful look and a smile. "I told you you'd love it. You feel and look ultra sexy and feminine, don't you?." "I guess I do...," I stammer in embarrassment, all the while with my eyes glued to my transformed feminine self in the mirror. "I promise you that before the day is out, you will never feel sexier, than when you are dressed up and acting like a girl. I have one more item for you to wear before we put on your makeup. Going to the closet, he returns with the most sexy boots I have ever seen! They are thigh high, high heeled pink leather boots and I can't wait to slip them on! As I slip my smooth stocking clad legs into these sexy leather boots, I can feel the pre-cum from my cock soaking through my sexy panties! Oooh, what a turn on to rub my hands along the length of the smooth leather! Standing, I carefully strut back and forth in front of the mirror, swaying my ass like a girl would. Tom is forgotten for a moment as I exult in the sexy feminine feelings washing over me. Although I don't have any makeup on yet, my young face and long blond hair combined with the incredibly sexy outfit and my new boobs jutting forth from my sexy corset, makes me look like a sexy and foxy girl! "Come with me Jessie, so we can finish turning you into the sexy girl you want to be, then you can look at yourself all you want in the mirror!" He says taking me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom. Sitting me down in a chair, he pulls out a full make-up kit and begins by applying sexy pink lip gloss, to my full lips. He then adds blush, mascara and eyeliner. He works so quickly and obviously professionally, that I suspect that maybe he works in a beauty salon. While he is working, I let my hands caress all of the sexy outfit covering my body so tightly, from the leather boots, to my panty clad cock, to the satin sides of my tight feminine corset. I love the taste of the lip gloss and running my tongue along my glossy lips. After finishing with my face, Tom spends a few minutes brushing my hair and then inserts a pair of pretty berets. Then, leading me back into the bedroom, we stop once more before the full length mirror and I am astonished by the sight! Instead of a 16 year old boy, I now see a really beautiful and sexy young girl. If it weren't for the well defined muscles in my shoulders and arms and my clearly outlined cock pressing against the tight confines of my panties, I don't think anyone would be able to tell that I am really a boy! "You are now a gorgeous girl Jessie. How does it feel?," Tom asks, while pressing his hard body against me from behind until I can feel his leather covered cock pressing between my panty clad buns. Reaching behind me, I cup Tom's tight leather clad buns and rub my own panty covered buns against him as I reply, "Ooh, Tom, you were right lover. I can't believe how sexy I look and feel. I can't wait until you bend me over and slip your gorgeous cock up my ass because I think only then will I really be able to relate to what a girl really feels like. "Be patient. Before the day is through, I'm going to lower those sexy panties of yours and fuck that sweet virgin ass of yours! But first, I want you to learn to act and feel like a real girl. I have a couple of more items I want you to wear, and then we're going out for awhile." The thought of going out dressed up as I am sends a thrill of fear through me, but at the same time, I am excited at the thought of trying to pass as a girl out on the streets. Tom returns from the closet holding up the sexiest sweet pink leather minidress! "Ooh Tom, that dress is so sexy! It matches my boots," I gush, already feeling very possessive about my outfit. Unzipping the dress, Tom helps me wriggle into it and then zips it up from behind. It is so snug, my breasts jut against the smooth sexy leather and it hugs my panty clad buns so tightly, and you can still see the bulge of my throbbing cock in the front! I strut some more in front of the mirror, running my hands over the smooth sexy leather. The dress is so short, I can see the garter straps attached to the top of my stockings and when I lean over, you can see my pink panty covered buns! Tom slips his hand under the hem of my dress and cupping my buns, he pulls me against him until my boobs are pressing against his chest and I can feel our cocks, both hard and throbbing and covered with sexy leather pressing against each other. "You are such a hot girl now. I'm going to call you Jessica from now on. Come on, take your purse and lets go," he says, handing me a pretty pink leather purse and leading me to the door. As we emerge into the bright light, I feel very self-conscious, so I lean against Tom as we walk and he slips his arm around me possessively. Almost without conscious thought, I find myself walking with a feminine sway. I love the feel of my garter straps pulling on my stockings, the leather of my dress rubbing against the smooth sexy satin and silk of the lingerie I'm wearing underneath and the sound of my sexy high heels clicking on the pavement! Suddenly, Tom veers to the right and leads me to the front porch of one of the units, where a hot looking young guy, blond haired, tan with a gorgeous lean and athletic body is sitting reading a newspaper. He's wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. As Tom approaches, he stands and shakes hands with him as Tom says, "Dale, I'd like you to meet Jessica, my new girlfriend." Tom reacts by taking my hand and kissing the back of it! "Jessica, it's a pleasure to meet you." I find my face flushing with embarrassment and my hands nervously smooth the hem of my dress as I reply in the most girlish sounding voice I can manage, "It's nice to meet you too, Dale." Tom seems to be devouring the sight of me as he says, "What a lucky guy Tom is, you are absolutely beautiful!" I feel like I will die with embarrassment, but at the same time I find myself reacting at some level to his flirting tone as I thank him and as Tom makes motions to leave, I say that I hope I'll see him again. As we walk away, I can feel his gaze on my tight leather covered buns and I swish them provocatively and reaching behind, I let my hand caress them with an inviting motion and I can hear him sigh in frustration. As we get into the truck, Tom turns to me and says, "I can see you've already learned to flirt. You had poor Dale panting in lust by the time we left. I've always wanted to get him into bed, but he's too straight. How would you like to take him to bed? I could tell that he was dying to get into your panties, although I think he would be surprised at what he would find there!" "He is gorgeous," I reply. "It was such a turn on to stand there flirting with him, knowing that he was thinking of me as a girl and didn't know that I am really a boy. "I would love to go to bed with him, but I would be afraid of what his reaction would be once he discovered that I'm not a real girl." "I have an idea Jessica. Let's spend the day letting you get used to behaving like a girl, and then we will come back and invite Dale over for a drink and get him stoned as well. You can seduce him and invite him to share you with me in bed. I'm, sure he'll want you so badly that he won't hesitate. Then when you've got him totally turned on, you can pull out his cock and start sucking it. I'll lift the hem of your dress from behind and start fucking you, and then before he cums in your mouth, we can switch positions, being careful to guide his cock straight into your ass and while he is fucking you, I'll guide his hand to your cock. He'll realize that you're a boy only after he is in the midst of fucking you and will be unable to stop." Tom has gotten totally excited by the idea and as he is explaining his plan, his hand is fondling my panty clad cock through the leather of my dress. "What do you think of my plan"? he asks. "I love the idea of having both opf you guys in bed at the same time, and the thought of sucking a cock and being fucked at the same time is a total turn on, but I'm still worried about what Dale will do once he discovers I'm a boy!" "Let me worry about that Jessica. I'm bigger than he is and I wouldn't let him hurt you. Just concentrate on what it's going to feel like to have two men at the same time." "OK," I answer nervously. Tom pulls into the parking lot of a big mall then and taking my hand as we leave the car leads me in. It is a totally new experience to walk through the hallways of a mall I have often gone to, while transformed into a foxy girl dressed in ultra sexy clothes. I wonder what my reaction will be if I run into someone I know. The tap of my heels reverberates on the marble, and when Tom makes mention of it, I hastily carry my purse in such a way that it covers the visible bulge of my cock against the front of my dress. As we walk through the hallways, I become conscious of people, mainly men, glancing my way and following me with my gaze. I realize with a thrill that it's not just the site of a pretty girl that's attracting their attention, it is the sight of a pretty girl dressed in a hot pink leather minidress and thigh high boots that is holding their attention. The men are glancing at me with thinly concealed desire, while the women are staring and making what I imagine must be snide comments about my outfit. Tom leads me into a beauty parlor to have my nails done. I worry briefly about getting the nail polish off later, but I am too caught up in this whole adventure to refuse. The woman who works on my nails is a gorgeous young Asian-American girl who talks the whole time she is working. She comments on my pretty outfit and I thank her for the compliment. Once I have started, my soft feminine girls voice is easy to maintain and feels like a natural part of me. I do my best to mimic feminine gestures like tossing my hair, etc. The strange thing is that I find myself really attracted to this girl. At one point I realize that I have started to flirt with her and I quickly back off a bit. She paints my nails a pretty shade of pink, which matches my dress and my lip gloss. When I'm all done, Tom whispers to me that there is money in the purse and opening it, I am shocked to find several hundred dollar bills. After paying the girl, Tom leads me off to Frederick's of Hollywood to buy lingerie. As I walk into the store, I am overwhelmed by all of the sexy and pretty lingerie. When we come to a display of corsets, I hold one up that is identical to the one I am wearing under my dress against me and say to Tom, "Now I know where you do your shopping." "You can buy anything you want Jessica. In fact, I don't want you to leave this store without at least a dozen complete ensembles. I want you to buy bra's, garter belts, stockings, more corsets and nightgowns," he says with a smile. "I also want you to buy a few more pairs of boots." What a dream come true! A few hours ago, I wouldn't have given a thought to these sexy feminine clothes, other than to wish to see a girl in them. But now, I am holding up sexy bra's, corsets, etc. and imagining what they will feel like on my body! At Tom's urging, I take my selections to the back and with the salesgirls permission Tom enters the changing room with me while I model one sexy item after another for him! It is such a sexy turn on to slip into feminine negligees, bras and other lingerie in front of my lover. He tells me how sexy I look in each outfit. After choosing a lovely collection of lingerie, I try on some ultra sexy boots and choose 3 pairs in different colors. The bill for it all is enormous, but Tom doesn't seem to mind paying it and I have the exciting sense that he expects me to be a part of his life for awhile... Transformed Into A Shemale After dropping our purchases off at the car, we go to Wilson's House of Leather. As I am admiring a sexy black leather ultra mini-skirt while Tom shopped elsewhere in the store, a salesman approaches me and asks if he can help me. I feel an electric thrill of recognition at the voice and looking up I find my best friend John facing me! I had forgotten that he told me that he had taken a summer job at Wilson's! He looks so fine, as always. He is wearing tight Wilson's leather pants (and now I remember the leather he was wearing when he fucked Nancy) which nicely outline his tight hard buns and crotch and a tight white polo shirt that hugs his tanned and muscular chest and arms. It is somehow amazing after all of my years of friendship with this boy that I should begin to lust after him in this way. As I stand before him and his eyes wander shamelessly over my sexy outfit, I realize that he doesn't recognize me! John asks me if he can be of help, with a smile on his face. I reply with an especial effort to remove all traces of my male voice. "Do you think I would look good in this," I ask in a teasing voice, holding up an incredibly sexy and short red leather dress against my body. John's face blushes red in that cute way that I know so well. His reply is more direct than I would have expected and I feel a flush of excitement as he replies, "I think you would look beautiful in that dress. I would love to see you in it, would you like to try it on?" I agree, and John gestures to the dressing room and then follows behind me. I can imagine his eyes feasting on my leather-clad buns, as he has often told me that he is an "ass man." On purpose, I drop the dress that I am carrying and bend low to pick it up, so that John is treated to a glimpse of the top of my thighs and my sexy pink panties and garter straps. "I'll be right back. Will you wait here? I'd like to know what you think. I'm so bad at choosing clothes for myself," I say to John, and he assures me eagerly that he won't move until I come back. As I enter the dressing room, I catch a glimpse of Tom, who is watching this whole scene from another part of the store with a smile of amusement on his face. He flashed me a "thumbs up" signal and I give him a smile of thanks. I stand close to the door, so that John will be able to see me sliding my dress down over my boots and stepping into the new one. Although I don't really need his help, I want to flirt with him, so I slide open the door and ask him to help me zip up my dress from behind. As he helps me pull the zipper up with trembling hands, I thank him and say, "you have warm hands." John blushes again and is speechless. "How do I look John (he has a name tag on)?," I ask flirtatiously as I smooth the dress with my hands and pirouette in front of him "You look really beautiful. That dress fits you like it was made for you. I'm sure your boyfriend will love it," he says. "I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, so I want to buy clothes that will help me to find one." Do you think boys will notice me in this outfit?, I reply mischievously with a wink and a wicked smile. "By the way, my name is Jessica. I know yours from your name tag." "It's a pleasure to meet you Jessica," he says taking my hand. "Any guy that doesn't notice you in that outfit must have something wrong with him." As John is saying this he lets his eyes roam over me appreciatively and I am rewarded with the sight of his growing hard on within his tight leather pants. "Well, I guess I'll take this one. Can you show me what else you have?," I ask. John proceeds to show me several different outfits, each of which I try on and model for him. His hard on remains constant and obvious against the tight leather of his pants as I flirt more and more openly with him. At one point I notice that they have a leather lingerie section and leading John over to it, I hold up a wicked black leather corset against me and ask him if he thinks I would look good in it. By this time we have become so comfortable flirting with each other that John replies that he wishes that he were the guy lucky enough to see me dressed in it. "I'll be happy to give you that chance right now! Come on, I want to try it on and see what you think." I have John wait (obviously eagerly) outside the booth as I slip the corset on and attach the garter straps to my stockings and insert my silicone breasts into the cups of the corset. They look completely realistic jutting against the tight leather. I have a moment of anxiety as I note how openly my cock is straining against my panties, but then I decide to conceal it by slipping on one of the sexy leather mini skirts I've chosen. I look and feel so sexy and hot that I feel confident that it is time for me to let John know how much I want him. So, after applying a fresh coat of lip gloss and smoothing my skirt I open the door and motion him to come inside, "I don't think I should step out there dressed like this," I say seductively. John's eyes are fixed with lust on me and his straining cock is more visible than ever as he comes in and I close the door behind him. "Now, if you were my boyfriend, what would you think if I came to you dressed as I am now?," I ask him softly as I run my hands enticingly along the tight smooth leather of the corset. "If I were your boyfriend, I would think that you wanted me to fuck you and I wouldn't hesitate...," John replies with a voice choked with lust. It is the answer I expected from the way he has been flirting with me, so filled with lust for him as well, I step forward and lean forward until my boobs are pressing against his hard chest and whisper in his ear, "let's pretend that you are my boyfriend then." Boldly, I reach down and lay my hand on his clearly outlined leather clad cock and begin fondling it. John moans with desire and putting his hand behind my head, he pulls my face against his until his firm and lovely lips press against my glossy ones and his tongue slips eagerly into my mouth. His arms encircle me and fondle my panty and leather clad buns as we kiss passionately. Suddenly John breaks off for a moment and whispers that he hears the store manager "I've only been working here a week. If he finds me in here, he'll probably fire me. I want you so much Jessica! I have a half hour break coming up in a little while. Can you wait for me? Maybe we can have a coffee?" Still fondling his lovely hard cock, I whisper, "I'd rather pull this lovely cock out and get to know you better. Why don't we go to my truck, out in the parking lot?" John seems a little shocked by my suggestion, but readily agrees. He then slips out of the booth and after I slip back into my own outfit, I gather up the corset and my sexy collection of leather and approach Tom at the back of the store, who has been watching me flirt with John with interest. "He is delicious! I saw him go into the dressing room with you, have you behaved yourself?," Tom asks with a smirk. "You won't believe it, but he is my best friend! His name is John and I have been lusting after him for weeks and thanks to you, I just had his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my hand! I don't have time to talk, but could I borrow the keys to your truck for a half hour? He has a 20 minute break and I want to slip his lovely cock in my mouth!" Tom readily agrees after I promise him that if the chance arises, I will try to get John to go to bed with all three of us together. As I pile my selections on the counter, the manager, a middle aged distinguished looking man drops what he is doing and begins to help me, caressing me all the while with his eyes. "It looks like you have bought out the store! Did you find everything you wanted?" He asks. "Oh yes, John was very helpful" I reply, giving him a wink as I say this. "We are good friends." "Oh, well I should thank John for bringing in such a good customer." "You might thank him by letting him have a break for a short time. I'd like to catch up on old times." I say with a wicked smile directed at John. He smiles and flushes under the gaze of his boss, who sends him off for a twenty-minute break with me. As soon as we turn the corner, I reach behind John and fondle John's tight leather buns and press him against the wall and with my boobs against his chest I ask, "are you ready for the best blowjob you've ever had?" John replies in the affirmative and I can feel his cock jerking to attention beneath the tight leather of his pants. I then take him by the hand and lead him quickly through the mall and out to Tom's truck. As soon as we have locked the doors I am in his arms, my boobs pressing tightly against his chest through the tight leather of my dress and my glossy lips locked against his sweet firm ones with our tongues swirling against one another. With one hand I fondle his rock hard cock which is straining against his leather pants. John moans in excitement and begins to fondle my tight virgin panty and leather clad buns (I am careful not to give him an opportunity to slip his hand underneath the hem of my dress in the front and discover "my secret"). After a few deliriously sweet moments of making out with John, I pull away and while continuing to fondle his cock I whisper in his ear, "I know you only have about 15 more minutes. I want to see your cock lover. It feels like it must be huge!" As I unbutton and begin to unzip his sexy tight leather pants I think about how much I have been wanting this since the night just three weeks ago that changed my life when I saw his cock erect for the first time. At the time I wanted so much to be Nancy and to wrap my lips around this enormous and gorgeous cock, and now I will have the chance! I have a sudden shock of surprise as I spread his opened pants and reveal his lovely bulging cock encased in a pair of sexy pink silk panties! "What do we have hear," I ask with a wicked smile, while fondling his rock hard panty clad cock. "These don't look like any boy's undershorts I've ever seen." John's face has flushed red in embarrassment as he replies, "I, uh, have another girl I'm seeing who asked me to wear her panties while I'm at work." "Oh! I guess she probably never imagined that another girl would get inside your panties. Are you wearing her bra also," I ask as I run my hands up under his shirt to find out? "No, of course not" he replies. "I don't know why I agreed to wear her panties, but she insisted." "How do they make you feel lover? Do they make you feel feminine and sexy?" "They do feel kind of sexy," he replies shyly. "Well, I love them on you. They look a lot like the pair I'm wearing right now. I think it's a good thing for boy's to wear lingerie. It helps to make them more sensitive.," I say as I continue to fondle his lovely cock through the frilly panties. I pull down John's leather pants to his knees and then I lower his sexy panties revealing the lovely cock I have been lusting for... It stands to attention rigidly and it must be 10" in length and its round lovely head is oozing pre-cum. "Oooh, John, you have a lovely cock! I don't think I'm going to be able to take all of this in, but I can't wait to try!" I say and immediately I lower my head and lick and suck on the enormous cock head. It tastes so sweet and salty and John's moans excite me as I begin to bob my head up and down letting his sweet cock slide wetly between my glossy lips and taking more and more of his shaft with every downward movement. With one hand I pinch John's erect nipples and with the other I caress his prostate and anus and then I begin to slide a finger into his anus and am rewarded by a cry of excitement from John. "Oh yes Jessica, your mouth feels so good! I've never had such a great blowjob! Your finger fees so good up my ass! Suck me lover!" he cries thrusting his hips forward and forcing my head lower. John obviously doesn't know it, but one of the reason's I am able to give him the best blowjob he's ever had is because being a boy myself, I know what feel's especially good. I eagerly suck my best friends cock, pausing very few moments lick and suckle on his cockhead and balls to both tease him and give my jaw a rest. His cock is so huge! I thrust my finger in and out of his tight ass and John squirms in his seat in response. I can feel my own cock becoming wet with pre-cum within the tight confines of my panties. Ooh, this is such an incredible turn on! I just wish that I could climb up and straddle him and feel this lovely cock slide between my buns! I can imagine the sense of fulfillment a girl must feel that I would experience with this lovely enormous cock filling me. When I begin to feel John's cock begin to spasm, I am ready as he cries out, "I'm cumming Jessie! Suck me lover! Keep sucking meeee!" In moments hot spurts of John's sweet cum are flooding down my throat and I eagerly swallow them. His rectum squeezes almost painfully hard on my finger as he climaxes. After I feel him slump in release, I continue to suckle the last drops of cum from his softening cock before withdrawing my finger from his ass and looking up as I lick my glossy lips in satisfaction. "You have a delicious cock, Lover. I wish I had more time to explore your luscious body!" I say as I slide his panties up and smooth them for him. As I do this I can feel his sweet cock stirring again and as I fondle it through the silk of his panties it soon grows hard again. "I wish you had more time John. I'd love to suck this lovely cock again! Will you have any time tomorrow night? I'm staying at a friend's place, maybe you could come over and we could get to know one another better. I want to dress you in a few more sexy feminine things and see how you like it." John responds immediately that he will have trouble waiting until tomorrow, but we agree to meet at closing time at Wilson's tomorrow and with a last closing passionate, tongue swirling kiss, John hurries back to his job. As I sit there smoothing my outfit in the truck, I marvel that all these wonderful exciting things are happening to me. I feel so alive as a sexy girl and having been with my best friend John was more wonderful than I had imagined. I am still shocked at having found John dressed in panties and at his willingness to dress up with me tomorrow night. But of course if a sexy girl had dragged me out to a parking lot and sucked my cock, I suppose I would do almost anything for more also... I am lost in thought fantasizing about John spread out on the bed dressed in panties, garter belt, bra and stockings while I gently run my hands along his strong stocking clad legs as his cock slides wetly in and out of my mouth... Suddenly, my daydreaming is interrupted by Tom's face and tap on the window. "You look like you've had a good time. How did your best friends cock taste? I know he was having a good time because I watched him through the window. What a hunk! Any chance I can get inside his pants?," Tom asks as he slides in next to me and gives me a brief kiss before starting the truck and heading back home. "It was wonderful Tom, and you are so great to let me use your truck, not to mention letting me buy all of these sexy clothes! I can't wait to try them all on for you. You won't believe it, but when I finally got John's pants unfastened, I found that he was wearing a pair of sexy pink panties just like mine! I've known him all my life and would never have guessed he would be into that. He told me that his girlfriend had asked him to wear them, but he certainly seemed to enjoy it and I've made him promise to dress up in some of my clothes for me. My thought is that I will get him dressed completely dressed up at your place tomorrow night while telling him that you are away, and then you can drop by as a surprise, and we can see what develops from there... "That sounds wonderful. I'm getting hard just thinking about being with you two sexy she-boys! After stopping at a liquor store, Tom drops me off at his apartment and tells me to relax while he goes and gets Dale. I'm a little nervous but Tom reassures me, "By the time Dale has a couple of beers in him and we've smoked a joint or two, he'll be dying to get into your panties. Just choose the moment that seems right to you. Remember, the idea is to first start by giving him a blowjob while I begin fucking you in the ass, and then switch places. We'll tell him it's your "time of the month" and that's why you want us to fuck you in the ass.." While Tom is gone, I go into the bathroom and freshen my makeup. I remain nervous, but also excited at the thought of being with two sexy hunks at the same time, and especially at the thought of finally being fucked. By the time Dale comes in, I'm sitting on the sofa drinking a beer. He looks gorgeous! His hair is still wet from a shower and he is wearing nothing but a pair of tight black leather shorts (maybe because he know's I like leather?) a tight white t-shirt stretched over his muscular broad chest and shoulders and a pair of sandals. I feel a little flustered as I stand to greet him, smoothing my leather dress as I do so. I catch the scent of his cologne as he leans over and gives me a light kiss on the cheek. I offer to get them beers and as I head to the kitchen I can feel Dale's eyes on me from behind. When I return I notice that Tom has had Dale sit at one end of his small leather sofa while he sits at the opposite end leaving me either the separate chair, or a small space between them to sit. I hand them their beers and then choose to squeeze between them and am rewarded by the thrill of the feel of Dale's bare leg and Tom's leather clad leg pressing against mine. I can feel Dale's tension through his strong leg and within moments he lifts his leg to cross it to hide his growing hard on. Tom lights a joint and we pass it around. As we feel the effects of the beer and joint we all begin to laugh and make jokes and Dale flirts with me more and more openly. I begin to get really horny playing the role of a sexy girl and I feel so feminine and turned on between these hunky men. I can't wait for the opportunity to get these two guys into bed and I come up with a great idea. "Tom took me shopping today and I bought some really gorgeous outfits. Would you guys like me to model them for you." They both enthusiastically agree and I go into the bedroom to change into my first outfit. I lay all of my beautiful outfits out on the bed. All of my leather and vinyl minidresses and miniskirts, my thigh high boots and my sexy lingerie. My cock is aching within the tight confines of my panties at the thought of slipping all of these beautiful outfits on. As I slip out of my sexy pink minidress and boots, my thoughts run away at the thought of having Tom and Dale run their hands over me, lift the hem of my dress, lower my panties, and slip their cocks into me! The first one I choose is a red vinyl minidress and matching thigh high boots. First I slip into my matching red vinyl corset, panties and red backseamed stockings. I feel so sexy and feminine as I slip my legs into the sexy boots and zip them up as I imagine Dale's reaction when he sees me. As I admire myself in the mirror, I realize that this is a real "fuck me dress" and I hope that Dale will get the message. I look and feel like a real slut dressed like this. I apply shiny red lipgloss to match my outfit. I go back into the room and am pleased with Dale's look of utter lust when he sees me. Tom starts to whistle and Dale soon joins him. I note that they are on their 3rd beer, which explains Dale's lack of inhibition and enthusiasm. I decide to give them a little erotic show, smoothing the tight vinyl of my minidress, running my hands slowly over my breasts and ass and twirling around. I can see both of them beginning to squirm in their seats and I let my gaze linger openly on Dale's cock, which is obviously rock hard and is outlined against his tight shorts. Although I think I could go right over now and slip into Dale's arms, I am waiting for some signal from Tom that hasn't come yet, so I slip back into the bedroom, after promising to be back very soon in an even sexier outfit. Transformed "So Christopher, you like what you see, yes?" Mr Sharad said jovially. I blushed, and nodded. Why? Why was I staring? But I knew he was right -- I did like what I saw. Not just his cock either, but the whole of him -- he was gorgeous. Manly, muscular, tall, dark and handsome. He stood up and posed in front of me, hands on his hips. I stared at his profile, his heavy cock pushing out the front of his briefs. "You should not wear such heavy trunks, Christopher" said the Adonis. "I will give you a new costume. Take yours off" he ordered. I stood up, obeying quickly. In a trice, I stood naked before him, hairless and vulnerable. His gaze travelled over me. "Your body is most pleasing my dear," he said. "The hairless form, so feminine. And you have curves many women would be proud of. You are like my woman rather than my boy. Is that not so?" I mumbled something, I don't know what. I was confused. Did he want me to be a woman? I couldn't be, except to let him take me like one. "Say it Christopher -- say you are my woman. My little girl" "I... I'm your little girl." I said shamefully, but aroused. My cock was stiff, I knew; and for some reason my balls were aching like crazy. "What do little girls do for their men?" he said firmly. I knew this one. I slid onto my knees in front of him. My cock was like a tiny rocket between my legs. "Tell me what you will do for me," he demanded. "I... I'll take you in my mouth. Or my arse. I'll take you however you want me to -- just let me!" I begged. He stepped forward, gesturing to me towards his cotton-sheathed pelvis. I reached up, pulling down the briefs and letting his monstrous cock out. It was so big, so firm and delicious-looking. I licked my lips, pouted slightly and then placed them on the tip of his cock, kissing it. I stuck my tongue back out - and licked his shaft from the base to the tip and then opened my mouth as wide as I could to swallow his massive prick. Then I lowered my head and his helmet slipped inside my mouth. I stopped when I felt the rim of his cock just inside my lips. I sucked gently, gradually increasing the suction so that Mr Sharad's thick member slid between my lips. As I moved along the bloated shaft, I tilted my head back further whilst he thrust his 9 ½ inch meat down my throat. Somehow I controlled my gag reflex, and allowed his cock in until my lips brushed his pubes. I spent several minutes worshipping his cock, moaning around the fat shaft erupting out of my mouth. My own cock was hard, balls tight up at the base. After an eternity with his cock in my mouth, he pulled back. His shining cock thrust out before him as he towered over me, and told me to turn around. I was so excited as I obeyed, getting down onto my hands and knees before him. In a second, his strong hands were on my flared buttocks. His thumbs parted my cheeks, spreading them wider then ever before, and his hands gripped my hips with more force. Almost immediately, his cock head pressed into my tight hole and I willed it to open up and allow this man inside. It resisted, he pressed harder, and I felt his wet cock head open my hole a fraction. His cock felt like a steel bar as it pushed against my resistance. I tried to relax. He tried to enter. My arse resisted. But it lost the battle. With a gut wrenching, searing hot scream my sphincter was forced open and the thick mass of flesh pushed its way in. My hole tried to tighten but only made it tighter for my manly lover. Now that his head was in, there was no stopping him. My resistance spurned him on and he entered me with one slow, endless push that drove the wind from my lungs and the pain from my arse. I felt Mr Sharad's thick shaft enter all the way until my balls, tiny in comparison, were pushing back on his. My balls tightened further now, almost vanished inside of me as they throbbed furiously. My heart raced on my body adjusted to the pain. He took a pause; my breathing calmed and my muscles relaxed. All the way up inside of me I could feel the thick, pulsating shaft of the man's cock and I gripped it, tightened my sphincter around it and then let it relax. Doing this gave me back some control and my body quickly learned that this was o.k. I didn't need to resist anymore. He was in me and I was his! Mr Sharad started to draw his shaft out of me, I felt his swollen head drag back along my insides, sliding along the lining until the ridge of the head pulled back against the inside of my sphincter. But there was no release, he did not leave. Instead he drove back down on me again, pushing himself back to the hilt and ramming against something inside of me that shot stabs of pleasure to my cock and made it jerk. And then he was pulling back again, all the time his strong hands holding me by the hips, his powerful thumbs pummelling my arse cheeks. He thrust back in and his balls slapped up against mine with such force that I felt them bounce painfully and I groaned in agony and ecstasy. I could not control the noise I made then as I felt myself fall back, impaled on his spear of a cock. It felt like his shaft would thrust up into my chest as I felt my arse spread wider and his cock buried itself deeper than it had before. I wriggled my arse a little, with him buried inside me, and squeezed my sphincter, learning how to give him pleasure before I relaxed again, letting him drive his cock deep inside me. My insides were filled with his thick swollen man cock, his huge head pushing against something inside of me that sent new shooting sensations to my cock and balls. I could smell the sweat that poured from us both, felt his damp hairy belly slither against my buttocks, felt his vice like grip on my waist as he pounded me. He grew even fatter inside of me, his cock stretching my insides to their limits, and he started to grunt. My own small cock rubbed against my stomach, getting close to orgasm. He lifted, pounded, and used my slight young body to pleasure his thick, dark cock. And then with a wrench, my cum forced its way out of me. I felt it surge through my cock and spurt out into the darkness beneath me. Moments later I felt his cock swell inside of me, and then jerk repeatedly. He grunted with pleasure as his cock exploded deep in my gut. A hot wave of cum hit me deep inside, and then another, stretching my rectum as it fought for space inside my tightly packed hole. I spurted onto the floor continuously as he shot another load up my smooth insides. His hips convulsed, thrust up to me as another spurt splattered out and into me, and my balls spat out once more. I cried out, tears starting to drip from my screwed up eyes as he jerked again and again. Once we had recovered, he left me there a moment. I lay on the floor as he stepped outside, and heard him talking on the intercom. Then he came and sat back down in the steam room, eyes running over my body with pleasure and lust in his eyes. There was a gentle knock on the door, and I saw a shadow through the frosted glass, bending to put a tray on the ground. My master went to get it, returning with a silver tray. On it were a bottle of champagne and two glasses, and a small pile of white fabric. "This bathing suit will fit you better, I think my dear." Said Mr Sharad. He tossed me the fabric, and I uncoiled from the floor, picking it up. A white high-waisted thong and matching skimpy bikini top. I flushed, but put them on, fumbling with the bikini. With my evident man-boobs, I must have looked like a real woman, and my nipples protruded through the fabric like bullets. "Excellent my dear. You are looking more like my ideal woman already. I shall call you Christine, yes?" he said. It wasn't really a question, but I nodded. "Very well Christine. Let us take the champagne to the Jacuzzi." He gestured with his hand, and I picked up the tray, walking in front of him out of the steam room, and into the Jacuzzi. We sat there together exchanging glances and smiles, hardly talking. I mean, what do you say to your employer when he has fucked you in the ass, and dressed you in women's clothes. Besides, I was kind of confused how they fit so well. I would have expected to 'bulge' more, but my cock and balls seemed to fit easily into the skimpy swimwear. Could they be getting smaller? I started to wonder if my hormones were screwed up somehow. Maybe that would explain why I was acting like a woman for Mr Sharad, why my heart fluttered when I looked at him. I would see a GP when we got back to England, I thought. It would only be a few more days. For that afternoon, I padded about the house in the white bikini, keeping Mr Sharad company. Now and again, I caught my reflection and started -- it was like there was a sexy woman wandering about. I realised that my hair was almost shoulder-length now. How could that be? I had a cut just a few weeks ago! The bikini top highlighted the soft swells of flesh on my chest; far more shapely and pert than any of the 'man-boobs' I had seen in the gym. They looked more like - well, like real breasts! In the evening, Mr Sharad gave me a sarong, which I tied around my waist. We ate a light dinner, and chatted late into the night. I rubbed his feet, enjoying the intimacy of the massage, but later we went to our separate rooms. I slept well, sated by my previous fucking. The next morning, I put on my silk dressing gown and breakfasted alone. A kohl-eyed maid brought me a sealed envelope at the table. I am away meeting an old friend today, and my desire for you is to explore and draw forth your growing femininity. My servant Toomee will dress you and teach you how to use makeup to make yourself irresistible. Do me proud, and let me be greeted by a beautiful woman on my return. I chewed my toast thoughtfully. My growing femininity? He used me like a woman, it was true. And the growing globes on my chest certainly didn't mark me as a man. But I still was one - wasn't I? I returned to my room. Toomee was waiting for me, by a steaming bath. After a brief greeting, she gestured to the bath, and told me to get in. I hesitated - she was a woman over fifty, and I wasn't sure I wanted to be naked before her. But she didn't take no for an answer, and soon enough I was undressed and in the tub. As Toomee massaged my scalp, I could smell the dye, and knew my hair was changing colour. But I was more interested in the rest of me. As I soaped myself, and rubbed in moisturiser, I examined my body. My new breasts were definitely that - and a healthy pair of C-cups at least! My chin and chest remained hairless, as did my crotch. Examining my groin was a shock. My cock - which I hadn't touched except to pee in the last couple of days - was shrunken, tiny against my pubis. And my balls were likewise tiny, nestled in the scrotum which was tight up against me. Between the balls, there was a deep groove in my scrotum, almost a finger deep. "My god!" I whispered as I examined myself. Toomee heard me, and laughed. "you are becoming a woman now, yes?" she said. I stared at her. She looked almost kindly at me. Her fingers brushed my cheek tenderly. "It is what your master wants" she said, smiling softly. "Be glad." What he wants? Mr Sharad? She was right it seemed. I was turning into a woman - and whilst I didn't understand how or why, I understood that it seemed to be what he wanted. And that somehow made it ok. Because I loved him. Toomee got me out of the bath, and dried my hair. Then she set about it with scissors. How had it got so long? It was past my shoulders now! I watched as she trimmed the straight blonde locks into a layered 'Rachel' cut. Then she wrapped me in a gown, and took me to the dresser. The next couple of hours passed slowly, learning the uses of mascara, foundation, concealer, and so on. By the end of it, I hardly recognised myself. A seductive beauty looked back from the mirror. Toomee kissed me on the cheek, clearly pleased with herself. She watched as I put on the skimpy white bikini thong set from yesterday, instructing me to finish it with a translucent sarong, and strappy three-inch heels. Toomee congratulated me on my appearance as I stood and examined myself in the full-length mirror. It took my breath away - a beautiful woman from head to toe; firm high boobs, flat tummy and pert bottom. My waist was narrow, and my hips flared out, giving way to long firm legs. My hair kissed the tops of my shoulders, and framed my made-up face perfectly. I wore a simple necklace with three dangling copper leaves, and as always my tigers-eye ring. I began to walk about before the mirror, watching my ass flex and my breasts bounce. There was no visible trace of mannishness - I was a sexy girl, no question of it. For the rest of the afternoon, I sunned myself. I had one of the maids nearby, and enjoyed the sensations she regularly triggered as she massaged suntan oil into my body, fingers trailing over my exposed breasts and tweaking my erect nipples. Occasionally, I thought about the changes that were coming over me, but generally I thought about Mr Sharad, and how pleased he would be with my appearance. Thinking about him led inevitably to thoughts of sex. I wondered about him holding me tenderly in his arms, kissing my lips and squeezing my breasts against his hairy chest. I wondered how it would feel to have my legs spread wide, and to be taken truly as a woman. How would it feel to have a deep cunt, being stretched by his mighty weapon? To have him grind away at me with only pleasure for both of us? I had become very aroused thinking this way, and without realising it, my hand was inside the bikini panties, and I was stroking between my legs. My cock, erect, was just a couple of inches long now, and fiercely sensitive. I could barely handle it. But further down, I felt nothing but pleasure as I caressed the smoothness of what used to be my scrotum. My fingers traced the deep furrow in the centre, sending waves of pleasure through my body. As my fingers probed deeper, there was an unmistakeable wetness there. I convulsed in pleasure, feeling my orgasm rip through me, my come soaking the front of my thong bikini. Then I lay there gasping, images of my lover flowing through my mind like a torrent. I knew that I now belonged to another man, that I would do anything for him. But a little part of me still wondered - why? Beside me, I heard movement. The maid had returned, and had certainly seen the end of my masturbation. I looked at her, to find her breathing hard. She was a pretty young girl, exactly the sort I had always liked. I told her to come to me, and stood up. As she stood before me, I unknotted the cord about her slim waist, telling her to undress. Shyly, she revealed her body, peeling off her wrap, and then removing the simple cotton underwear beneath. Probably little over eighteen, the maid, Kailee, had coffee-coloured skin, pert high breasts, and a slim waist. Her hips were less flared than mine, and my breasts were bigger, as I revealed, pulling off my top. I moved in to kiss her, one hand behind her neck, and the other snaking up to grasp a firm breast. As she kissed me back, I slid this groping hand around her waist, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples pressing into my own soft breasts. Her arms were around me, stroking up and down my back as I reached down to stroke her firm buttocks. I sat back down on the lounger, pulling her down to sit astride my legs. We continued to kiss, our tongues intertwined, and my hands exploring the curves and crease of her firm ass. In a few minutes time, I bent my head down, bringing my lips to her firm breasts and cork-like nipples. With my hands, I caressed her breasts as I kissed them, and she moaned softly. Taking the lead once more, I pulled her down to the lounger, twisting our soft bodies so that she was at first beside me, and then underneath me. My soft breasts dangled over her as I kissed down her body to her belly. She adjusted her position, lifting one leg up and right over my head, putting it down on the other side of the lounger. Now she was fully exposed, her pussy lips visible beneath a soft cloud of dark hair. Kailee was a vision of nubile beauty before me, and I gazed at her for a moment, before plunging my face between her legs. Hungrily, I pushed my tongue into her salty, spicy groove, enjoying the brief metallic taste of urine before her womanly flavour covered it over. As I licked her, I pushed off my bikini bottoms, hoping against hope to have my erection somehow returned. I very much wanted to fuck this girl, but I couldn't. I kept licking, pushing two fingers between her swollen lips, frigging her as I teased her clitoris. In another minute she came, clutching my head to her crotch. I climbed on top of her, eager to fuck, but unable to do so. She leaned forward to kiss my heavy breasts, stroking them with her delicate fingers. As she did, she raised her knee slightly, brushing the wet slit between my own smooth thighs. A shock ran through me, and I wanted more. As Kailee kissed my breasts, I sat astride her thigh, pushing my wet crotch against her with a moan of pleasure. I began to ride her thigh, pushing back and forth. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as I marked her with my slick juices. Soon, I came, collapsing onto my young lover with a cry of delight into a heap of molten flesh. We kissed gently for a few minutes, but I began to feel strangely hollow inside. I was no longer able to fuck a woman, and Mr Sharad was not here to fuck me. I began to get upset, and sent Kailee away. Would he return soon, and take me like a woman? I wasn't to find out that night, as Mr Sharad sent a message that he had changed his plans to stay with his friend that night. As my spirits fell, I became aware again of the nagging ache in my lower belly and the heavy pressure in my breasts. Suddenly, I wasn't feeling in the mood to sun myself, and went to my room, teary-eyed. I felt very alone, and very sorry for myself. I curled up on my bed, and cried for hours. I didn't eat the rest of that day, but drank most of a bottle of wine after showering in the evening. I slept fitfully, stomach aching. The next day I slept till late - very late. When I woke it was nearly half past two in the afternoon. My stomach felt much better, and I felt more at peace with the world. Maybe it was just crazy hormones yesterday, I thought. Showering again, I explored my crotch. I found my cock smaller yet again. It was hardly recognisable as a cock, buried in the skin above what used to be my scrotum. Now, there were two delicate lips, with a warm wet tunnel between them. I pushed my finger inside, meeting no resistance. When I tried to get dressed before the mirror, I realised that I could barely fit my breasts into the white bikini which, when I checked, was fitted for a 38C. I was way too big for it now. My nipples seemed permanently at least semi-erect, perched in the middle of aureole an inch and a half across. My butt was more prominent, but still pert, smoothly moulding into my long legs. My stomach was washboard flat, with the faintest hint of a six-pack, and my lower ribs clearly outlined. My skin was clear, soft and lightly tanned, with no hint of a freckle or mole to mar its perfection. My teeth were straight and white. In short - I was a goddess! I stared at the perfect woman looking back at me in the mirror. I hardly recognised my face, all the lines softened and curved, with full lips. She was so beautiful, sexier than any woman I'd ever seen in real life. I admired the smooth lines of my legs, leading up to my pert ass, and the delicate sweep of my back. Toomee came in, catching me admiring myself, and laughed. "You have become very beautiful," she said. "The master will be so pleased. Here, make yourself up and I will bring you a dress." Transformed I sat down obediently, picking out my makeup, and giving my neck a gentle spray of perfume. I would make myself look even more glorious! Toomee returned with a tape measure, saying that she needed my measurements to pick out a dress. My new measurements were a hugely curvaceous 36F, 24, 36! Despite their size, my breasts were high and shapely. I lifted them into the position a bra might take them, producing a glorious cleavage. I looked at myself posing in the mirror and grinned wickedly. "Hello, boys!" I said with a laugh. Toomee laughed as well, handing me an underwired white bra which would duplicate the effects of my hands. The material was translucent, and my dark nipples were clearly visible. A pair of French knickers followed, the sides of transparent silk, with a central G-string of white to conceal my pussy. I slipped on a suspender belt, and pulled on the white stockings as Toomee fixed my copper necklace. For the next ten minutes, she worked on my now pure blonde hair, pinning it up to reveal my graceful neck. What happened next was a surprise - somehow she slid matching copper hoops into my earlobes! When I asked her how she had done so when I hadn't had my ears pierced, she laughed. "Mr Sharad likes pierced ears" seemed to be her only answer before pulling me to me feet. My question was forgotten as I saw the goddess in the mirror before me. Toomee slipped away as I looked at myself, clad in virginal white, and desperately sexy. A minute or ten later, Toomee returned with a dress. Pure white, with a pleated front plunging to expose my mountainous cleavage. The calf-length skirt was slashed to the mid-thighs on both sides, so whilst it would be perfectly proper when I was standing still, any movement would flash my firm legs, and if I sat, the bottom half of my thighs would be revealed, along with my stockings. We finished off my outfit with white high heels, and Toomee finally looked me up and down approvingly. "A beautiful virgin lady for the Master," she said warmly. I blushed as she took me by the hand, and led me away. We walked through the house to Mr Sharad's private quarters, where he was waiting. Outside his quarters, I checked the mirror one more time. Once again, a beautiful woman looked back at me. I took a deep breath, and then as Toomee opened the door for me, I walked in. Mr Sharad was waiting for me, wearing the flowing robes of Egypt. As I walked in, his mouth opened, and he stood, smiling. "Welcome, Christine!" he said warmly. He took my hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back tenderly. His eyes were hungry on my face and cleavage, and I blushed deeply. An electric shock seemed to run through me, and my nipples swelled with arousal. Mr Sharad held my arms out and looked me up and down. "Most beautiful! I am pleased with all you have done for me, Christine. All that has changed. Are you glad that this pleases me?" I nodded - I was glad! I didn't understand how or why -- but I was pleased just to please him. I wanted to please him, to pleasure him... He led me to a small table, where there were plates scattered with light foods. The next few minutes passed quickly, the two of us talking softly as we ate. Mr Sharad fed me, delicately lifting each morsel to my lips with a knowing smile. With each bite of food, he seemed closer, and soon I was kissing him between bites; at first briefly, but soon passionately. My tongue pressed into his mouth as if searching for water in the desert. As we kissed, his hands caressed the back of my head sensually. As our lips parted, his hands drifted forwards, and I felt my dress slip. He had undone the halter-neck! He pulled gently at the fabric, and it fell easily, exposing my heaving breasts. I sat, exposed to the waist as he admired me. Mr Sharad smiled as if with great pleasure, and then stood, taking a few short steps to a low couch, where he sat watching me. "Show me," he said simply. I stood, and my dress slipped lower. Turning to face him, I reached down to push it over my flared hips. The dress dropped to the floor, and I stood in white lingerie before my powerful lover. He smiled, and motioned for me to continue. Slowly, I stripped for him, turning side on as I reached to unclasp my bra so that he could admire my hourglass shape, with my large breasts and pert high buttocks. Eventually getting the clasp, I teasing him by hiding my breasts with my hands before sliding off the bra. They stood out triumphantly on my chest, nipples like raspberries on the pale golden skin. My admiring audience smiled widely, clapping with appreciation. I unclipped my first stocking, again turning so my hanging breasts could be admired as I bent over to slip the fine hose from my leg. For the second stocking, I turned my back to him, bending at the waist so he could admire my panty-clad buttocks as I reached down. I stood, and slowly spun on the spot, dancing for him in just my panties. I was so too excited, I could feel my nipples tingling, and a deep warmth in between my thighs. The gusset of my panties was soaked. I moved closer as I danced, just a couple of feet in front of him as I thumbed the waistband of the white French knickers. Mr Sharad nodded, making a little twirling motion with his fingers. I guessed he wanted me to turn around, and turned my back to him, slowly peeling the panties down over my thighs. I pulled the white panties down my legs, leaving them around one ankle as I stepped out of them. I remained bent over, feet eighteen inches apart as I slowly swayed right to left. I peeked behind me, seeing Mr Sharad upside down, his gaze fixed on my arse, bobbing like a metronome. He obviously liked it, and I slid my hands up onto my butt-cheeks, painted nails pinching and caressing them. I let one hand slide up between my legs, and was amazed at how wet I was. My pussy was soaking, swollen and incredibly sensitive. Without really thinking, I began sliding a manicured nail up and down my wet slit, enjoying the sensations that trembled through me. I stopped and turned slightly, fixing his eyes with my own as I slowly stood and turned, sliding my wet finger into my mouth as I watched him. He was transfixed as I sucked the tangy juices from my delicate finger, and stood naked in front of him. "Come closer, Christine" he ordered almost softly. "Put your leg up there -- like so." I put one foot up on the arm of the couch beside him. Standing there naked, my pussy was suddenly totally exposed. He told me to stroke myself, and I instinctively obeyed, my forefinger once again seeking out my wet cunt. "Use two fingers," he told me, and a second finger joined the first sliding in and out. "Use three," he said, "and look at me." I fixed my eyes on his, pulling the two fingers from my hungry pussy before pressing three fingers into my hungry cunt. I began to feel overwhelmed by the sensations coming from my cunt, and my fourth finger quickly joined the others. I kept my eyes on my master as I finger-fucked myself, four fingers deep in my wet cunt. I began panting, and soon all the sensations were too much, and a rip-roaring orgasm surged through my body. It was the best orgasm I had ever had. At least until then. I looked down, seeing Mr Sharad's body exposed as his Arab robes hung open. He was naked beneath them, his hard cock protruding nine or ten inches above his thighs. He reached for me with his strong arms, pulling me down. My knees went either side of his legs, and in moments his thick shaft was sinking deep inside me. It was heaven! In moments I was completely filled, his thick cock stretching the walls of my virgin pussy. I groaned deeply, the feeling of fulfilment and pleasure overwhelming. When Mr Sharad had fucked my arse as a man, it had been painful. But now he was using me as a woman, and there was nothing but pleasure. Another, smaller orgasm rushed through me as I sank down on the thick beautiful shaft. A few moments later, my thoughts had cleared, and I could once again focus on my master, his strong hands, and the thick shaft inside me. Guided by his hands on my waist, I lifted up, feeling his cock withdraw, before sinking down again and feeling myself filled to bursting. Slowly, I rose up and down, struggling with the unfamiliar sensations. In and out, in and out. With each movement, my pussy was stretched and stimulated by the thick shaft, and my spine tingled. I began thrusting harder up and down, and in just a minute, another orgasm tore through me. My skin was buzzing, and every nerve seemed to tingle as I recovered from the last orgasm. I started bouncing on his shaft again, hungry for more like I had never been after orgasm as a man. But now I was a woman indeed, naked and fucked by my lord and master. As I slid up and down his shaft, Mr Sharad shifted forwards, nearer the edge of the couch. He put his hands behind my waist, holding me tightly down, and I stopped bouncing. I could tell he was trying to stand, and I slipped my legs behind him, crossing my heels behind his back. He stood, and carried me easily, impaled on his mighty shaft. With each step, a shudder ran through me, and I kissed his neck, nuzzling him with pleasure. A few moments later, and I found myself laid on my back, legs open wide for him, and he began to fuck me in earnest. In and out, back and forth, he lifted himself up on his hands as his muscular thighs pumped him in and out of my gaping hole. Now all I could do was lie back and enjoy being fucked, and I felt another orgasm begin to rise. I tried to hold it back, but this somehow tensed my pussy muscles, making them grip tighter to his thrusting cock. It was like trying to hold back the tide as my orgasm poured over me like a tidal wave over the shore. My head swam, vision blurring as for several seconds all I could feel was the most intense pleasure ever. I was finally feeling faint, my arms like a rag doll, and all I could do was moan and pant as he fucked me to another two orgasms before he finally came to his own. My pussy gave one final cry as his cock swelled up even more; before I felt his cum erupt into me, filling me with warmth and light. ... Needless to say, we were both wiped out for a while, and stayed in bed caressing each other for the next couple of hours. He spoke so beautifully to me, I found myself confessing my love for him, and he accepted with dignity. He didn't say that he loved me -- maybe he did, or maybe he didn't. I didn't care for now, feeling as good as I did. There was no way sex as a man had compared to the sensations I had felt as a woman, and I told him so with a laugh. "Are you sure?" he asked slyly. "We had best check." He said, pushing my legs apart. We had sex again, first with him on top, and then behind me. Finally, he slid his cock into my ass, giving me a deeper, stronger orgasm than any of the others as he filled me up again with his come. ... Eventually, I found out what had happened. It was the ring, of course. The tigers-eye ring that he had given me over a week ago. It was ancient, from the time of the pharaohs. After marrying an ugly woman for political gain, a mighty pharaoh came to care for her. He had the ring was enchanted by his high priest, fashioned to transform a plain woman into a beautiful one. The pharaoh had been so pleased; he made the priest a god. The way pharaohs can, you know? Anyway, years later it was found that the ring didn't just work on women. In fact, whoever places it on another's finger and kisses it activates the magic, transforming them into a beautiful woman shaped and compelled to please the giver of the ring. That was what had happened to me. And Mr Sharad's secretary, his wife, and a couple of others. Egyptian men love their harems, after all. I wasn't angry though, or disappointed. How could I be? Although the ring had changed me, he had given me what I had always been seeking -- passion, sex, security. At least I think that's what I had always been seeking. So even though I had to share him, I was happy. I continued to travel with him, keeping up-to-date on business and politics, and well practised at massages, manicures, and fellatio. Sometimes I took Kailee to my bed again, or one of the other girls of the harem, but mostly I saved myself for him. My master. * If you enjoyed Transformed, look for 'Turning the Teacher' on my story index, or in the Gay male section. Hope you liked it!