"Time to wake up.  Here, put this on."  Marie said handing him a lightweight
white short skirt, flared like a cheerleader might wear.  "We need to see if
this is too big or not."

"What?  What's going on?"  Clyde asked rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the
edge of his mattress.

"You were on your way to oversleeping.  Here, stand up and try this on."

"Wha, what is it?"  Clyde asked starting to focus.

"Remember I told you about another condition, well here it is."  She said
holding the waist out open with her thumbs and fingers.  "There was a complaint
that you are always horny, but that certain girls can't be sure.  We thought
that a short skirt like this, and nothing underneath would tell us when we are
being too provocative for you and we can tone it down."  She shook the skirt a
little bit.  "Here, try it on and let's see."

"Jeez Marie, I mean Miss Marie.  You're asking me to dress like a girl."

"Not on top, just the bottom."  She pointed out while he stepped into the skirt.
"Now pull off the boxers."

Clyde pulled the boxers down and stepped out of them.  "Where did you find
someone with a waist my size in this house?"

"Oh, we had it lying around.  There are several more things this size too.  Now
put the waist where you would comfortably wear it."  Clyde tried a couple of
heights.  "Right there?  Okay, let me see."  She said crouching and flipping it
up in front at eye level.  "I'm going to have to take it up an inch and a half.
Okay now get your thingy up on your own.  Let's see if this is going to do
what's intended."  She said temporarily raising the waist an inch and a half.

"But . . ."

"Com'on Clyde.  You've done it before in front of me, in front of practically
everyone in fact.  We're friends, right? It is nothing I haven't seen before."
With a sickening look on his face, Clyde slowly put his hand on his cock and
started to stroke.  "Would it help if I showed you some leg?"  Marie asked
pulling up her skirt to expose her left leg from the side all the way up to the
waistband off her thong panties.  Clyde's eyes became like saucers as he
quickened the pace.  "That's good.  No, it's okay to stop now."  She said
dropping the hem of her skirt.  "That'll work.  Hand it back.  Oh, by the way,
you'd better shave your body again today, it's not up the house's smoothness
standard."

"But what about this thing?"  Clyde asked, handing her the skirt, naked from the
waist down, an erection rudely pointing her way.

"I'll have someone hem it for you and then you'll wear it, or something
functionally similar, all of the time you are in the house, except when you are
coming or going.  That is the only way some of the sisters will feel they have
enough information about you to be in control for themselves with a male sharing
their space.  I'm sure if you think about it, you'll understand their position."
She said, watching Clyde stretch his mouth in a flat smile, furrowed brow, and
searching his thoughts with his eyes.  "Have a good day at school.  We'll see
you later."

At school, Clyde sat with a coed in his program named Maggie in the student
union.  This was their second contact and they seemed to have friendly chemistry
between them.  They had both traveled a long way from their homes to attend the
university together, and were feeling lonely and out of place, but wanted what
the arts and letters department could offer.  They left together for the next
class.  Along the way, a Delta Pi greeted him with a smile and sexy voice in
passing,  "Hi Clyde."  Clyde sheepishly smiled and acknowledged with a half
wave.

"I thought you said your name was 'Sam.'"  Maggie said.

"It is, but it comes from my middle name, Samuel."   He said.

"Let me get this straight.  Your parents named you Clyde Samuel Dale, is that
right?"  Maggie asked.

"Yea-up!" Clyde said as if he was responding to it for the one thousandth time.
Maggie giggled covering her mouth.  "What?  What?"  Clyde asked starting to
smile with her.

"Oh nothing."  She responded. 

"What then?"

"I just got this image of you as a horse, a very large horse, and it just
doesn't seem to fit."

"I know, I've gotten that all my life."  Clyde said.  "So, have you ever gone
out with a horse, a very large horse."

"No, but I can imagine it being fun."  Maggie confessed.

"How about this weekend, like a movie or something."  Clyde ventured.

"Sure, I can gallop with that idea."  Maggie replied.

Clyde got her number right before they walked into the Arts building.

When he got home, he found the hemmed skirt waiting for him on his bed.  "I
don't know if this is worth it."  He mused. 

As he was staring at the garment, Marie appeared at his door.  "Someone said you
were in.  What do you think?  Try it on."

"I don't know about this.  Isn't there another way?  I can't be caught dressed
like this."  Clyde pleaded.

"You've got nice legs for a guy.  You'll actually be turning the gals on here
rather than the other way around.  Besides, we don't want anyone else outside
this house to know, so your secret is safe with us.  Go on, try it."

Clyde removed his pants and boxers, pulled on the skirt and tried to look down
at himself.  "This is ridiculous.  It is like going around naked all the time."

"No, it's fine.  If you are careful how you walk, sit, and bend, you are
completely covered up.  It's just when you get a woody that the skirt comes up,
and even then, someone would have to be at skirt level to see anything."  Marie
said.  "Com'on, follow me.  I know where there is a full length mirror.  You can
see for yourself."  She led him to a room on the second floor.  Clyde's
unsupported cock and balls jiggled and bounced as he walked quickly to keep up
with Marie.  Despite the fact that a skirt circled the areas he would wish the
most modesty for, he couldn't help but feel he was walking with nothing on below
his waist.  Marie knocked and asked if they could use the mirror for a brief
second.  They were told to come in.  Inside the double room were two roommates,
one folding clothes wearing a full slip and the other painting her toenails
siting on the edge of her bed in sweater and skirt.

"Here,"  Marie said closing the door and pulling Clyde by the arm in front of
the full-length mirror attached to the back of it.  "Well?  What did I tell you,
all covered."  Clyde tried to do the twist to see what the limits of the
coverage would be.  The skirt flared and revealed his swinging genitals, so he
stopped and tried lifting his knee to replicate walking instead.  "See, it's
just a matter of knowing how to move.  Any girl learns it early in life."  She
said.   "Now, shall we test it for the purpose it was intended?"  Clyde looked
at her quizzically.  "Girls, Kim, Lori, either of you or both, would you like to
help me test Clyde's new getup here?"

"I don't know, what would we have to do?"  The Lori asked.

"Try anything you'd like to turn Clyde on without touching him."

"Go ahead Lori, do your dance."  Kim challenged.

"No.  I couldn't."  Lori said still thinking about it. 

"Sure you can, you are always talking about doing it.  Here's your chance."

 "Okay, but I've got to put some heels on first."

"I'll find your music."  Kim said.  Lori put on her sexiest heels and stood
anxiously for her tune. "Here ya go."  Kim started the music and Lori started
her version of a seductive dance, her arms up with her hands crossing behind her
head, her knees parted and bent as she dipped and swayed to the music, looking
to one side, then the other with her eyes closed.  "Here, I've got you in the
spotlight."  Kim said holding a halogen lamp directly toward her back
silhouetting her feminine form through the slip for all to see in front of her
as she danced her private number.

Clyde was thrilled and honored to be the audience for this moment and her
sensuous body was having the intended effect on his prick as it nuzzled the
material up in front.  Recognizing this, he took half a step back from Marie in
surprise and covered his cock with his hands.  Lori opened her eyes and saw her
reflection in the mirror.  When she saw the trick Kim was playing on her, she
tried to pay her back.  "Hey Clyde, take a lookee here."  She said, pulling
Kim's skirt up to reveal her pink cotton panties.  Kim struggled to keep it
down, but not the point that she would be risking a rip.

"We'd better go."  Marie said to Clyde, hoping to avoid the scene getting out of
hand, as Kim went for Lori's hem in retaliation.  She didn't get it up very far
before Lori had a hold of her sweater and was in the process of peeling it up to
expose Kim's bra encased breasts.  "That's it.  Thanks girls.  The getup works,
you got him up.  You can stop now."  She said backing out of the room with
Clyde.  "Bye." She said closing the door.

"Now what do I do?  I can't walk around with a woody in this thing."  Clyde
asked.

"Use your head.  Thoughts got it up, and thoughts can get it down."  Marie said
hiding a smirk from him as she started to walk away.

"Hey, Miss Marie.  Wait a minute," she turned and looked, ". . . .Please."  He
requested.  She waited innocently for his reason.  "Ah, I need to make some
money by the weekend.  Do you have any ideas?" 

"Let me think."  She said searching his eyes.  "Photography right?  That's your
thing.  It seems to me Carly  was talking about getting some 'special' pictures
taken to give to her boyfriend to have with him when he is on his independent
study over Winterim.  Do you want me to see what that would be worth to her?"

"You're a pal."  Clyde said enthusiastically, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She started to wipe it with the back of her hand, but stopped.  "You're welcome.
. . . My, you're an amorous fellow aren't you. . . .  I'll go see for you."

Clyde went back to his room.  He twirled and flipped his skirt, getting more
familiar with it, when a coed appeared in his doorway.  "The whites are up and
ready for you to wash." 

Clyde looked puzzled, walked up to her at the door and looked at a mountain of
sheets which she was pointing at in front of a series of washing machines and
dryers.  Then he followed her over to the machines.  She turned a dial on the
first, "Set it for hot; use half a cup of this; and fill the machines to here."
She said dispassionately and left.  Clyde filled the four washing machines as
directed and headed back to his room to think.

He sat down to test how it would be done in the outfit.  He was taking his
fingers and directing them under the skirt following lines of sight to see what
they would touch, figuring that was what would be seen, when Marie appeared at
the door. "Still want to make some cash?"  She asked, and Clyde confirmed he
did. "Go to room 4E, her name is Carly .  She's expecting to hear what you have
to say."

Clyde knocked on 4E and entered when he heard "Come in."  He found Carly to be a
tall average brunette with a "girl next door" appeal.  She was not more than ten
pounds overweight and she wore it well in feminine ways spread out on her body.
She was wearing a short sleeve knit top which showed some midriff above her
tight jeans.  She stood with her hands tucked into her back pockets, legs
shoulder width apart, as she asked, "So, I understand you are good with a
camera."

"It is my specialty.  I am an art major.  I understand you might be interested
in some portrait work for a boyfriend?"

"Unh-ha.  I have an appointment in a couple of weeks at a professional studio,
but I could cancel if you can do it for me."

"How much were you planning on paying them?  If you don't mind my asking."

"The sitting, proofs and two copies of up to 25 shots is $300.00."

"I guess I'm studying in the right field."  Clyde said.  "I'll do it for half
that."

"How about a hundred?"  Carly  said with a little coy twisting movement.

"Sure, I'll do it."

"I've got to be sure that no one else sees these.  How are you going to develop
them?"

"I'll do it in the lab at school, if black and white is okay."  Clyde said.

"Okay, but can I come along to make sure you don't make any unauthorized copies?
And, I own the negatives, okay?"  Carly  asked.

"Sure, that'll be okay."  Clyde said.  "When would you want to do it?"

"Now, anytime."  Carly  said.

"Do you want to do it here?  Somewhere else in the house?  Clyde asked.

"Can we play that by ear?"  Carly  said.  "If you can do it now, give me an hour
to get ready and meet me back here."

"Okay, I'll be back here in an hour with my stuff."

Clyde returned with camera, flash, tripod, camera case, and sheets.  Carly 's
room was straightened and she greeted him with her hair done up formally, make
up complete and decked out in jewelry and evening gown.  "Wow,"  Clyde said,
"you've got some lucky boyfriend."

"Thanks."  She smiled. "You're kinda cute yourself in that sexy little number."

"Yeah right."  He said sarcastically.

"Oooo, do I detect an attitude?"  She said, then she posed a standing pose and
turned her hips back and forth.  "Shall we start with some full length shots?" 

Clyde set up and took some test shots and adjusted the available light.  "What
do you want these to be like?"

"I want my boyfriend to miss me when he is on that boat, but that he and I
wouldn't be too embarrassed if the pictures fell into someone else's hands."
Carly  said.

"We'll work with that then."  Clyde said. 

He had his hands full just snapping the poses she chose.  She had very little
need for artistic input from him.  When she took off her evening gown, and made
other costume changes, she'd have Clyde turn his back until she was ready for
him to adjust, aim, and shoot.   It was so clinical, the way she was directing
every aspect of it, that even though she was in a down-blouse stare at the lens,
Clyde was successful at keeping his excitement level down. 

"I don't think this is gonna work out."  She said unexpectedly.

"What do you mean?"  Clyde asked concerned.

"I mean, I am trying to look as sexy as I can for these pictures and you, here
in this room with me, a seemingly healthy red-blooded male, I can't even get you
excited."  She said in a semi-pout.

"No, you are very beautiful, and sexy, very sexy."  He tried to convince her.

"Are you wearing anything under that skirt?"

"Well, no."

"Then, if I plan to get my boyfriend hard with these, I should at least be
getting you hard, don't you think?"

"Car,  Miss Carly , believe me you are very sexy.  It's taking a maximum effort
to keep my excitement down."  Clyde said.  "I hoped you would appreciate my
professionalism."

"I hope I can defeat that professionalism of yours with this next thing.  Now
turn around."  She reminded.  Clyde faced the wall waiting and let his thoughts
off their leash.  "Okay, ready."  She announced.

She was looking back over her shoulder at the camera seductively posed in
pantyhose, heels and holding something against her naked breasts.  Instead of
shooting the shot right away, Clyde took a moment to appreciate the beautiful
creature bravely posing for him in the privacy of her room.  She shifted her
stance slightly causing him to focus on her shapely legs moving, then she asked,
"Do you think this is better?"

Clyde's response was "Oh yeah," combined with the otherwise embarrassing
stirring in his groin.

After that shot she said "Turn."  Clyde turned around again, looking down at the
front of the skirt starting to rise.  "Okay." Was his signal to turn to find her
in bodice lingerie with panties, garter and nylons. The first two fingers of
each hand covered the areolas which would otherwise show through.  He could see
how full her breasts were and her spectacular legs from the front.  "That's
better." She said, referring to his cock nearly peeking out from under his
skirt.  After a couple shots, she covered her breast with one arm twirled her
finger in the air as if stirring a drink to signal for Clyde to turn around.  He
was getting focused on her when he was looking at her and focused on wanting to
touch his hardon when he was turned away waiting.

"Ready."  Was his signal to turn and find her lying on her bed in a see-through
nightgown with hands and arms protecting her modesty.  Clyde wished he could lay
on her bed with her just once, take that sheer gown off, rub his face in those
breasts and slip inside between her legs.  Carly  could see he wanted it too,
now that his balls were visible under the hem of his skirt.  Clyde took several
photos of her in slightly different versions, then turned on command and waited
aroused for what would come next.

Clyde took, "Here you are," as his signal to turn.  He found her standing, her
feet shoulder width apart, with a small hand towel held by the corners across
her breasts dropping to just where her crotch would start, but narrow enough for
the observer to see that she wore neither a bra nor panties.  There was nothing
between Clyde seeing her completely naked, but for a small strategically placed
rectangular patch of terrycloth.  Her boldness in the face of this vulnerability
was intoxicating for him.  He was too nervous to take the picture.  His cock was
so stiff that it was pointing above horizontal enough to lift the hem up to
reveal the complete nature of his arousal.  "Don't you want to get this picture
too?"  She teased, recognizing how nervously excited she was making him,
standing naked before him that way.

"Ah, ah, just a minute."  Clyde said while wiping his brow with the back of his
hand to stall and collect himself.  Then he clicked off several quick ones in
succession with Carly moving for slight variation in the shots.  Then it came
again, "Time to turn."

Clyde reluctantly turned and closed his eyes to replay the last vision with the
modification of mentally having the towel slip to the floor.  He almost
regretted hearing that she was ready again, because his mental vision was so
perfect, but turn he did to find Carly in what must have been one of her
boyfriend's shirts.  She had it unbuttoned save for the bottom two, showing
conclusively that she still had no bra on.  He ogled her through the lens and
tried a shot, but the camera beeped and he realized he was completely out of
film.

When Carly learned of this, she invited Clyde to bring the films and sit beside
her on the bed.  She took them from him, placed them aside, and pushed him down
on his back in one smooth continuous motion.  "I can help you with this, you
know."  She said brushing her index finger on the underside of his cock's head.
Clyde smiled and adjusted himself for maximum comfort, then she proceeded to
give him a slow steadily intensifying scrotum and penis massage while talking
dirty to him.   She had Clyde thrusting up into her strokes to increase the
action she was giving him.  Then she added some baby oil to the mix, changing
the friction element, causing a new and different urgency building.  "I'll tell
you what, I'll give you $50.00 dollars for the exposed film right now and I
stop, or I take the film and make you cum. . . . If you want the money instead,
you have to tell me to stop."

He looked at her breast cleavage from the shirt being parted down to her
stomach, then he looked at her exposed leg crossed over the other, bared all the
way back to including her butt. He closed his eyes trying to fight the urge, the
necessity to cum, and peeped "Don't . . . stop."  She paused for a second. "No!
Don't stop! . . ." She resumed, quicker now.   "Aye-yeeeee!"  He strained softly
from clenched teeth, scrunching up his face right before his trigger pulled and
he was creaming over himself and Carly 's hand. She kept pumping him impishly
causing him to flounder and finally to sit up pleading, asking her to stop
stimulating him.

 Clyde lay for a moment on Carly 's bed trying to steal a moment of luxuriating
from the work of her expert hand.  It was pretty much negated by the feeling of
being taken by the expert Carly who was now standing up to wipe her hand and to
get dressed.

She handed him a tissue, as he opened his eyes, to wipe the cum off of the skirt
with little success.  It merely smeared.  He got up, packed up his things
hastily and left embarrassed thinking, "Now what do I do?"