Invasion of Privacy

Invasion of Privacy

By Bea
April 2001

 

 

The doorbell rang.

"Get that, will you honey?" Lisa called.

I answered the door.

A large blond lady stood there, beaming at me, a large suitcase in her hand. A pair of bright blue eyes focused intently on me. "My! Aren't you the cutest little thing! I'm Dora. Help me in with this stuff, would you?" She pointed her foot at a few suitcases sitting on the ground beside her.

"Huh?" I said intelligently.

"Be a dear!" she said slowly, as if talking to someone mentally retarded. "Pick up that suitcase. NO! Not that one. It's too heavy for a little cutie like you. The small brown one there. That's it! My, aren't you a darling! Now, would you show me the way in?"

She was like a force of nature - obviously not someone to be denied. I picked up the 'light' suitcase and staggered backwards into the house with it, calling back over my shoulder. "Lisa? A friend of yours here! Come and say Hi!"

"Is that Dora? Already! Wonderful!" I heard my wife call out. "Be right there!"
Gratefully, I put the suitcase down on to the floor. Smiled at our guest and with outstretched hand took a step towards her. "Guess you're Dora." I said. "Lisa never told me anything . . MMMMF!"
I'd lost the power of speech temporarily as Dora had simply engulfed me in her arms and was kissing me firmly on the mouth! I sensed Lisa arriving at my back, and tried to open my mouth to say something - and had it immediately invaded by a large, forceful, tongue!

"Glad to see you Dora!" Lisa laughed behind me. "Didn't know you'd find him THAT appealing!"

I was reacting in a way that I'd never have thought possible. Despite the initial shock, my arms had involuntarily slipped around the neck of this aggressive monster and my lips had eagerly encircled her almost rigid tongue as she was now pumping it vigorously in and out of my mouth, with me sucking on it feverishly. I had to stand on tiptoe while doing this though it wasn't difficult as, while she embraced me with her right hand, her left was at my backside, splitting the cheeks of my ass, lifting and grinding me in against her body. Then, in a daze, I felt her hand leave my rear, and slip down between us to place her palm up against my erection.

Next, to my total disbelief, she effortlessly swooped - and picked me up, cradling me into her arms, so that I found myself, breathless, looking up into the eyes of this woman who was a total stranger to me. Her eyes left mine for a second.
"Hi Lisa!" she said to my wife. "You didn't think I'd find a little sweetie like him appealing? You have to be kidding!"
"Oh Dora!" Lisa exclaimed. "You'll be making him conceited with all this flattery! Why don't you come on through to the living room? He can get to know you better there."

"Okay," the big woman said agreeably. "Sounds like a winner. But Lisa honey? How's about running a nice deep bubble bath, would you? Lots of your favorite perfume in it now."
"Sure!" Lisa said, grinning. "You certainly don't waste any time at all, do you?"
"No. Don't believe in wasting time - especially not with a little sweetie like Percy to play with!" She beamed down at me. "You're SO pretty! You don't want me to be wasting time, do you? You sweet little thing you!" And before I could protest, her lips - and tongue - were back in full force, and once again, I lay helpless in her arms.

I could feel my eyes darting about in a panic as my wife made as if to leave me in the clutches of this monster, but it didn't help. I saw her pointing the way into the living room before heading to the bathroom by herself. Dora then took me into the living room, walking around slowly, checking the view out the window, and kissing me regularly. While she was doing this, I heard the water start to run in the bathroom. I started to squirm in preparation to demanding that she put me down and stop treating me like some kind of possession, but she beat me to it.
"Honey? I'm going to put you down. Right here, beside this chair. Now I don't want you to move now. Just stand there until I tell you different, okay?"

I looked up into her calm, confident, eyes and nodded, suddenly afraid to argue.
"Aren't you the cutest little doll!" she asked rhetorically, putting me back down on my feet and sitting herself down into the chair. "That's better!" she said happily, then before I knew what was happening, I was pulled down into her lap, an arm around my shoulders - and her tongue was again seeming as if it was trying to force its way down the back of my throat.

I didn't know what to do with my arms! I could reach up with them, but the way her lips were fastened on mine prevented me from doing anything. I had this terrible image of myself - almost as if I were a pet dog getting a tummy rub, while lying on my back, my paws waving futilely in the air. And now her right hand found my erection again, and I felt feather light fingers touching me through my pant material. I nearly swooned with delight, but tried to signify protest by mumbling noises at the back of my mouth and squirming some more. She lifted her lips from mine.
"Isn't this nice? Do you like it? Oh! We're going to have SUCH a good time, you and me, aren't we?"

As she lifted her head away from me, I saw my wife's face now peering intently down at me, a smile playing about her lips. "I do declare! Dora! You're such a tease! Asking him if he likes it! I can tell that Percy just LOVES it. Don't you dear?"

I could feel the sweat on my brow, and my eyes felt as if they were glazing over as my captor continued to stroke my genitals while humming some old nursery rhyme. I couldn't answer Lisa's question - now starting to writhe about in a sort of quiet ecstasy, totally now under the control of the hand that was manipulating me. I started to undulate, my body readying itself for the ejaculation that was coming. "No sweetie! Not yet! Dora will let you know when to come! Understand?"
I looked up into her commanding face. Nodded.

Then, she started to chat with Lisa! Talked of how her drive had been - and a nice dinner she'd had the night before. Asked after various common friends. The two women chatting amicably - as I lay there being masturbated! Finally, I started making little pleading whimpers.
"I think he's asking you something?" Lisa commented, laughing slightly.
"Little Percy want to come?" Dora asked, leaning over, and giving me a lig1ht kiss.
"Please?" I whispered.

A thoughtful expression appeared in her eyes. Then she beamed. "Yes Percy, okay! You've been very good!"

The second I heard her say 'yes', I was automatically reaching for my penis, to try and grab it so that I wouldn't make a mess of myself, but Dora seemed to be ready for me. Just as I got there, she took a hold of my hand and stopped it. I felt my eyes widen in a mixture of delight and horror as I started ejecting what seemed to be an immense amount of semen into my underpants. And? As I did so, my wife's face swam into view again, looking down on me with a certain amount of derision in her smile. "Oh yes Dora! No question. Percy likes it!"

Then she reached forward and touched the front of my pants. "Oh yech! A fine mess you've made of yourself!" she chided me, but teasingly.
"Get his shoes and socks off, will you dear?" Dora asked her.
"Sure!" Lisa said agreeably, and I felt my footwear being removed quickly.
"Sit up, honey!" I was told, and I was pushed into a more erect sitting position. Dazed, I saw Lisa then reach in to me and unbutton my shirt - then remove it. I shivered - as much in fear as temperature.

"That IS a mess!" Dora said, seeing the sopping mess at the front of my shirt, "I'd guess his underpants and pants are the same?"
"I'd bet on that!" Lisa said gaily, unbuckling my belt, then pulling off my pants and underpants in one quick motion, leaving me totally nude. "Double yech!" she said, giggling. "I think he must have REALLY enjoyed you doing that to him Dora!"
Dora poked at my flaccid penis with a forefinger. "Just look at that soft little dingus! Kinda pretty in a way, isn't it?"
"Pretty? Don't think so. I prefer them hard myself," my sweet wife said. "Not that he's been showing me much of that!" Then she chuckled. "Am I seeing things? Looks like the little dingus is rising from the dead? Maybe he likes this kinda humiliation after all?"
"Males are weird. At least, that's my line of thinking." Dora replied. "But lets get this little honey cleaned up." She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "C'mon sweetie! Bath time!"
And without any seeming strain, she got up from the chair, still cradling me in her arms and carried me through to the bathroom.

There, she stood me on my feet and smiled tenderly as I covered my groin with my hands. "You are so SWEET!" she enthused. "Isn't he Lisa?"
Lisa perused me critically. "Now that you mention it Dora? Never really realized just how weak and feminine looking he is." She took a part of my upper bicep in her fingers. "Feel how SOFT this is! And look at the muscles - NONE! I've been married to the next best thing to a GIRL! Didn't even know it!"

"Well. No need to embarrass the poor dear, is there? We'll have him right as rain in nothing flat. Won't we dear?" Dora was asking me.
In an exhausted daze, I nodded.
"See Lisa? You've misjudged the poor boy. Come on, give me a hand to spray this stuff on him."

The two women started giggling and laughing, spraying my total body - other than my groin and head - with a sort of lemony-smelling foam, even up under my arms. It was okay at first. But then it got to stinging a little after a minute. Dora reached into the shower stall and turned on the water. Checked the temperature , then pushed me in. "Rinse yourself - real good, honey!" she commanded.

The water stream was heavy and warm, and at first I thought some dirt was being washed from me - then I realized that it was my body hair. I've never had much, to tell the truth so was quite surprised at what was collecting at the drain. Bemused, I was surprised when an arm reached in, and turned the water off. Pushed the shower door completely open.
"Okay honey! Into the bath with you!"

Both Dora and Lisa had stripped down while I was in the shower, so that both were only wearing bra and panties. They made a lovely contrast. Dora - tall and lithe. Very little fat showing anywhere. A short cap of blonde wavy hair - a lovely golden tan, setting of metallic red lingerie. Lisa - shorter and with more womanly curves, an olive tint to her skin, full breasts constrained by a blue lacy bra. A full head of dark brown hair cascading down to her shoulders and framing a sensual oval face. Merry brown eyes that were grinning at me as I meekly obeyed Dora and gingerly set myself into the hot bath, the scented foam rising about my body as I slowly submerged myself.

I wasn't allowed any time to enjoy my bath. Within seconds, both women were actively engaged in making changes to my appearance. Neither one of them paid the slightest attention to my girlish squeals of protest as first of all, I had long blood red talons glued over my normal fingernails, then my feet were unceremoniously yanked up out of the water and dried with a towel. Next, little balls of cotton wool were placed between my toes, then my toenails were tinted with matching nail polish.

Under pain of an immediate spanking if I got them wet, I had to dangle my feet over the edge of the bath to allow the polish to dry. This, naturally, immobilized me further, leaving me even more helpless as Dora produced a sort of white plastic thing that looked almost like a water pistol. I yipped as she had Lisa steady my head, while she placed it against my ear. It made a funny sound and I felt a sharp pain in my ear lobe. Then she did the other ear and I knew I'd had my ears pierced.

"I'll do the eyebrows now Lisa. Want to look out the clothes?" Dora said.
"Sure! Which case are they in?" Lisa answered.
"The large one." Dora said, and Lisa left and went back into the bedroom.

Dora reached behind her and produced a pair of small scissors, a tiny razor, and a pair of tweezers. "You're not going to cry, are you?" she asked me softly.
Mesmerized, I shook my head.
"Good! Going to be Dora's good little dolly?"
"What are you going to do, Dora?"

She stared at me. Calmly. Thought for a second. "You really - REALLY - want to know, Dolly?"

The look in her eyes frightened me. I knew she wasn't trying to appear intimidating. Yet knew that if I answered 'yes', she'd tell me the truth. All of a sudden, I didn't want to know. "No Dora." I said meekly. "I'm sorry."

The brightness of her smile was blinding. "THAT'S a girl Dolly! Lift your face up! Let me at those eyebrows of yours!"

She worked on my eyebrows for about five minutes. Plucked just about any that were close to the bridge of my nose - laughing at my little squeaks of pain. Used the tiny razor to shave around the other areas, being very complimentary the whole time - talking about how pretty I was becoming as she worked. A little while before she was done, Lisa appeared, and watched what was going on with a critical eye. Then she dropped to her knees beside Dora - then gave her a kiss - right on the lips!

I was ignored for a moment or two as Dora reciprocated - then they both started to wash me at the same time, though using their free hands to caress and titillate the other. Inside a cloud of fragrant steam, I found myself gently splashing up and down as their soapy hands stroked me into distraction. Finally, I started to jerk. By this time, Lisa had on a soft washing mitten that she had been using with great effect - she used it to catch my second ejaculation of that afternoon. Exhausted, I lay back into the water leaving the two women to enjoy each other. This they did for a few minutes, then telling me to relax, they disappeared back into the bedroom.

I don't know how long I lay there, I may even have dozed off for a few minutes, but the water was just turning cool when Dora re-appeared, dressed in the outfit she had worn originally.
"Come on sweetie! Out of there! Let's get you going!"

She had a large warm towel in her hands, that she wrapped around me in seconds. Exhausted, I leant against her as she gradually dried me, uttering comforting little sounds as she did so.

Lisa appeared, as if from nowhere, a box of powder in one hand and a fluffy applicator in the other. The three of us sneezed almost in perfect unison as I removed the towel and she started using the applicator. The cloud of scented powder rose in the air. Then, giggling at this, I was hustled through into the bedroom again.

I was embarrassed anew as I was told to drop my towel - and stand naked in front of them again. The air was colder in here, and I shivered - which drew murmurs of sympathy from both women. But, at the same time, they seemed engrossed in doing something at my backside, so tended to ignore me.

I have always known that I had a rather rounded posterior - lets face it, I'd been teased enough about it in my life, but from a few of the comments I heard as the women circled me, and peered at my backside, I got the distinct impression that I wasn't rounded enoughh! And, as if to prove this, Dora produced some things from her suitcase that set Lisa to giggling.

Ashamed of my cowardliness, I said nothing as various false 'buns' were held up against me by Dora, as Lisa checked. Finally she nodded.
"You sure?" Dora asked. "Might make her too hippy, but it's up to you."
Lisa thought for a second. "What was it you were calling her in there a few minutes ago? Dolly?"
"That was just to get her attention. It's you that'll be giving her her femme name." Dora said, a little defensively.
"No! That's fine. I think Dolly is most appropriate." Lisa said quickly, then turned to me. "YOU don't mind if we call you Dolly. Do you dear?"

"Aw Lisa! What's this all about? Please?"
"I'll tell you later. But right now? I want to call you Dolly. Are you going to get all pouty about it? Aggravate me by arguing in front of my friend Dora?"
"Is it just going to be for a little while?"
She pursed her lips in annoyance. "Maybe! Now Dolly, see what you've done? I was having a good time, and now you've aggravated me!"
"I'm sorry Lisa," I said meekly. "But I'm cold."

Her face softened. "Oh pet, I'm sorry! Let me get you a wrap. A pretty one for my Dolly?"

I must admit that I simpered fawningly as she brought me out one of her own wraps - a deep rose in silk, with long flowing sleeves - and made no objection as she held it so that I could slip into it. She tied the sash with a nice bow. "Is that better - Dolly?" she asked considerately.
"Yes dear. Thank you."
"Good. Let's get your hips on then," she said, lifting the back of the robe up to bare my rear end.

Kneeling at my back, Dora applied a cool feeling liquid to the outer sides of my buttocks, and then I felt something being pressed against me. "Just stay like that for a minute Dolly," she told me. "Won't take long."
"Breast forms next?" Lisa asked, letting the back of my robe fall back into position.
"Don't see why not." Dora replied.

This time, I had to have my robe pulled back to bare my shoulders. A strapless bra was then wrapped around me, forms placed inside the cups, then fastened at the back. Very carefully then, Dora made some tiny marks around the periphery of the breasts. Then the bra was removed, the breast forms were aligned with the marks, the cool adhesive she had used before was applied and minutes later, I was flaunting good sized breasts. I could not look either of those smiling women in the eyes.

"That's a girl!" Dora said. "Now if you'll just sit here? I'm going to do something that will sting a little, but I'm licensed to do this so it's perfectly safe. You won't cry now, will you?"

My eyes were brimming with tears, but I still couldn't look up at her as I sat down, just looked at the carpet. She took my chin in her hand and pulled my face up. "Now now! You'll have to look up at me for this dear. Come on now! That's it!"

I was horrified to see a hypodermic in her hand, but it was a tiny little needle, so small it was hardly visible. Making me hold my head still, she gave me about four tiny injections outside the lip line. "That'll take just a minute dear. It didn't hurt now, did it?"
I shook my head.
"That's a brave girl! Just wait until you see how pretty you're going to be! Now hold still again please."

She was coming at me with another hypodermic - a slightly bigger needle this time. I flinched, but never felt a thing, though I could tell that she was giving me quite a lot of injections around the lips.

This happened a number of times as she'd do a set of injections, then she and Lisa would check something out - then she'd do some more. It didn't take long, but all of a sudden, she produced a hand mirror. "Tarrraaarrra!" she trilled. "Have a look Dolly! Look at those luscious lips!"

I looked at the girl in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. Pouting, sensual, lips - enlarged by collagen into the epitome of eminently kissable feminine lips. Fly away, arching eyebrows. Even without cosmetics, my face had been transformed. And when I stood up and finally caught a glimpse of my total reflection, knew that this transformation hadn't stopped at my face. With my wrap now securely tied about my waist, my hips and breasts provided a profile clearly that of a woman.

"Well Dolly," Lisa grinned, "Let's get you dressed now."

The lingerie provided me was lustrous black, heavy, satin trimmed with scads of lace. There was obviously no sense in me complaining or arguing the point - the two women had made it clear that I was to resemble a woman as much as possible, and I knew that I only increased their disdain for me when I unsuccessfully tried to divert them from their purpose.

Panties were first, then a bra. Then a corset - black taffeta - was wrapped around my middle and three metallic clasps fastened at the front. Then Dora expertly adjusted the lacing at the back then pulled me tightly into shape, exhorting me to breath in deeply. I actually felt a little faint when she declared herself satisfied and tied the laces securely at my back. She then showed me how to pull the stocking suspender straps down through my panties and out from the legs. There were four such straps for each leg.

Naturally, I had to put my stockings on by myself. I had to admit to myself that the eroticism of this act was incredible - an essentially feminine act of slowly and delicately sliding hose up ones shaven legs, enhanced when I had to attach the straps to the top of each stocking. The stockings were extremely sheer - and seamed at the back. I quickly discovered what a pain it is to try and get ones' seams straight.

My dress was scarlet silk - quite plain but very dramatic. Squared neckline at the front showing a fair amount of cleavage, edged in the black lace of my bra. Also squared at the back with three large fabric covered buttons going down to the waist. Full sleeves hanging straight down to just below the elbows, a full skirt, somewhat bouffant, down to calf length. A gold filigree belt cinching my now-tiny waist..

I had never worn a dress before but, apart from the mortification of having been taken over and dominated to such an extent by two women, found the sensations generated by it, and the lingerie, extremely pleasant - although extremely confusing. The feel of the dress hem slithering across my nylon-sheathed legs, the constraints imposed by the corset about my waist, the bra across my upper back. The weight of breasts. The constant tiny tugs of the suspender straps to the top of my stockings. I was bemused to say the least.

"Now Dolly. It's time for you to learn how to walk properly. Like a woman that is." Lisa said. "But it's probably not a good idea for you to be walking too much for a little while. Let the adhesives set, you know?" She didn't wait for an answer. "But I'm guessing that you're curious about what Dora and I are doing to you. Would you like me to give you a short explanation?"

"Yes please Lisa," I said eagerly.
"Later on, you're going to be in a sort of beauty competition - with some of the girls husbands. I've got quite a lot of money bet on you, so that as well as learning to walk properly? You'll have to learn other things - like how to sit. Put makeup on properly. That sort of thing. Understand?"

"A competition?" I asked, suddenly dry in the mouth. "No dear, I'm sorry, I don't quite understand."
"Don't tell me you've never heard of a beauty contest?" she said.
"Yes, but . ."
"That's what you're going to be in. See which of you makes the prettiest girl."
"But WHY dear?" I hated the weak girlish tone in my voice, but couldn't help myself.

She shrugged. "I don't know if Dora wants to listen to all of this?"
Dora smiled. "Matter of fact, I AM kinda curious. I'd love to know."

Lisa thought for a second. "Okay, but I'll try and make it brief. About a month ago, I was having lunch with the girls. We'd had a couple of drinks, maybe more than we should have, and the talk got around to sex. Somehow or other, we got onto the subject of how it must feel to be a guy - you know - the dominant one in a relationship - be the one with the tool, so to speak. Then, from that? It was which of our guys would make the best gal - and we got to arguing, which got us to betting."
"How much?" I asked nervously.
"None of your business honey," she replied pleasantly enough, "but more than I should have. Just let me say that it's a helluva lot more than I paid for that dress you're wearing, the corset, Dora - and anything else you can think of."
"You're paying Dora!" I gasped.
"Yup! Just like Annie's paying, just like Christine's paying. The deal was that we couldn't start converting you guys until today. That way, the one of you that makes the most natural girl, has the best chance of winning. Now? Evelyn thinks she has a lock on the whole thing with Bob being the effeminate sissy he is, and is actually giving odds. She can afford it I guess, but I think that you stand a very good chance. So you will try for me, won't you Dolly?"

Before I could answer, Dora interrupted. "Lisa? I agree with you. I haven't met any of the other men who'll be in this little contest, but Dolly here looks like a little natural. How did you guess? Remember, I'm a specialist in femming little dears like him - but I don't think I'd have bet money on it - not the serious kind of amount that you're talking about."

A mischievous smile touched Lisa's lips. "Well? Little Dolly here married me for my money. I didn't mind of course, he was cute and funny - and not too pushy in bed. Then a few months ago, he started to get ideas above his station . . ."
"Please Lisa, don't tell . . ." I interrupted.
"You can't possibly be frightened that Dora might think you a sissy? Surely not!" she interrupted in turn, laughing and tugging gently on my dress material. Then she continued. "The little dear decided to get physical with me! Silly little thing!"

She gave me a fond smile. "That's when I found out how amazingly weak he is. I couldn't believe it! All soft and ineffective. Started to cry with frustration when I began laughing and teasing him. He was SO girlish! That's when the idea came into my head. Feeling that it was time to let him see who was boss, I had started to give him a really good spanking. Using a hairbrush, you know?"
Dora lifted her eyebrows in answer. Nodded.
"He's wriggling all over my lap, pleading for mercy - weeping like a goddam woman! I told him that if he'd put on a pair of panties, I would take it easy on him. " She shook her head. "Didn't take him long to accept that offer. Next thing? He's wearing nothing but pink satin panties - and I'm patting him on the ass - when lo and behold, guess what I see?"
Dora laughed, as I blushed. "A hard on?"
"EXACTLY!" Lisa replied. "Couldn't waste one like that, could I? So I took little Dolly to bed. Now? Every so often? I'll suggest that he's being naughty again. Amazing what putting him in a pretty nightgown and a dab of perfume will do. So when the subject came up when I was talking to the girls, my curiosity was aroused. Started wondering just how far I could push him."

Then she patted me on the thigh. "But enough of this girlish chit-chat. You'll do your best to win the competition - just for my sake? Act properly, like the little girl you can be?"
I nodded shyly, still blushing at what she'd disclosed about me to Dora.

My training focused first of all on how to walk properly. I think I surprised Lisa by my decided propensity towards walking in heels. She looked very suspiciously at me, and demanded to know where I'd worn them before, but Dora explained that for some sissies, walking in heels was almost second nature - I obviously was one of them. Lisa finally bought this explanation - it happened to be the truth, and my training carried over on to how to sit, get up from a chair and so on. Dora was well pleased by how quickly I learned to walk properly, but Lisa kept shaking her head. "Yeah - he walks like a woman - but don't you think he's maybe TOO good? I think he could roll his hips more - be a little more camp, you know?"

Dora thought for a moment. "Here, this might work - though mind you, I don't think it's necessary." She went and got a few items from her case. "Would you come over here Dolly please? Lie down, over my knees?"

I had the terrible feeling that she was going to spank me, but her tone of voice was pleasant and non threatening, so I carefully placed myself, face down, over her knees. She lifted up the back of my dress, and pulled my panties down. "Relax Dolly! This won't hurt. A wee bit uncomfortable maybe, but I'm told that a lot of sissies don't feel right without one."

I didn't know what she was talking about, and then felt some sort of ointment being applied to my back passage. "What! What are you . . " I spluttered.
"Hush Dolly! Relax!" she said, and I received a sharp slap on my buttocks.
I squealed indignantly, but in doing so must have relaxed. Something entered me! I squeaked a small protest at this new indignity, but could not stop its advance. Then, to my surprise, it was if I'd closed myself around whatever it was. It felt SO uncomfortable - just as if I needed to go to the bathroom.

Dora pulled my panties back up into position, then adjusted my dress downwards. "That's a girl Dolly! Get up now and walk to the wall over there, would you?"

As I did what she suggested, Lisa let out a howl and collapsed, laughing hysterically. "Ooo! Ooooh! Good grief! That's hysterical! What did you do, Dora?"
"It's called a butt plug dear," Dora told her. "His natural instinct is to tighten up his bum to stop it from coming out. Tends to make him walk more girlishly."
"I'll say!" Lisa laughed. "But it IS a bit much, don't you think?"
"As he gets used to it, the mincing won't be so obvious. I'd leave it in now. We can always take it out later." Dora suggested.
Lisa frowned thoughtfully. "Ah yes. Hadn't thought of that aspect."
I had no idea of what she was talking about, but was too busy concentrating on walking to think about much else of anything.

Dora stated that there was too little time to voice coach me properly, so concentrated on having me talk softly and try to raise my voice a little when I ended a statement. As I tend to have a soft voice anyway, she was soon crowing about how I was going to knock everyone dead! By this time, I was actually getting personally involved, so my blushes were more because of pride than anything else.

A sort of gel was rubbed into my hair, that allowed it to lie very flat to my head, then a tight nylon cap was put over it. I was amazed at how bald I looked, but once the lustrous shoulder length blonde wig was placed and fitted to my head, I could see the reason - there was practically no way of telling that I was wearing a wig. But then, Dora removed it and taught me how to apply mascara and lipstick - until I looked as if I'd been using cosmetics all of my life.

Then, all of my attempts were cleaned off, and she proceeded into the final phase of making me up, taking a great deal of care and muttering to herself quite a lot. She then removed the studs from my earlobes, and cleaned them with alcohol. Inserted long dangling ruby earrings, then hung a ruby pendant around my neck, then fixed the clasp. Sighed happily, then put my wig back on. Made some minor adjustments, then stepped back to let both Lisa and myself see the woman in the mirror.

I hope I can be excused some excess of pride here. I was not beautiful - far from it. But an attractive woman? Yes. I was that. Carefully, conscious of my long fingernails, I pulled my hair back from the right side of my face and looked at my image in three quarter profile. Then I repeated the process on my left side. Let out a sigh. Looked up at Lisa in the mirror. She was smiling proudly down at me - her creation. "You look good enough to eat Dolly! Maybe I'll do just that! - But later!"
Both women laughed, as I blushed shyly

 

We had a light snack to eat - and I couldn't even finish that - though a half glass of white wine helped to calm me. Lisa changed into a most attractive leisure suit while Dora put me through my paces again, adding a little extra - a formal curtsey - the hands extended out to the side, rather than holding onto the sides of my dress. I must admit that I felt very elegant as I curtsied to her in this fashion until she was satisfied.

I knew that the time was drawing close when I was given my evening purse. It contained my makeup - mascara, blush, and lipstick - although I noticed that there were two lipstick tubes. I sneaked a peek at the extra at the first opportunity. Got quite a thrill when I saw the bright, wet looking scarlet tip - so much more seductive than the conservative red shade I was wearing. When I put it back into my purse, I saw Lisa watching me, with an inquisitive look on her face. I felt guilty - wondering if my desire to try it on had been that obvious.
"Was just . . was just . . just wondering if I'd be wearing that bright red lipstick," I stammered.
"Maybe. But only if you're a VERY good girl!" She said this seriously, advancing on me with a long lace, jet black, stole, and placing it around my neck. Then, delicately, she lifted it up from the back of my head and draped the leading edge around my head like a mantilla. Then she demonstrated how to wrap the stole around each arm.

I felt very glamorous. It's the only way to describe the sensation as Lisa escorted me from the room, and it lasted until we were in the elevator going to the apartment where the contest was to be held. Again, I realized how acutely sensitive my body had become to all of the feelings generated by my outfit - especially the feel of the long earrings as they delicately touched the sides of my neck. At that point it a crash of reality dawned on me. My wife was taking me to a beauty contest - as a contestant! I was to try and convince whatever judges there were that I was a girl! How had this happened - and in such short order?

I think Lisa sensed my sudden panic, but was more amused than sympathetic. She stopped outside the apartment door, but didn't knock. "Don't worry Dolly! Those other sissies? They're going to be green with jealousy. As a matter of fact? Bet you make some of the real girls jealous too! Now remember what Dora and I have taught you! Be a brave little girl now!" With that, she knocked on the door.

Our entrance created quite a stir. Lisa had chosen well in determining how I should appear. My 'competitors' had been made into travesties of women - poor things. Bob (Or Priscilla, as he was now known) - Evelyn's renowned sissy, was the closest thing imaginable to a drag queen in dress and makeup - a rather tawdry looking tart was how I heard one woman describe him. 'Alexis' and 'Melissa' - who were Annie's and Christine's 'entries' to the competition were dressed as French maids in almost identical satin uniforms, though of different colors - very frou-frou. I was the only one with any elegance. The only one who looked as if being turned into a woman was honorable - nothing to laugh or sneer at.

All four of us were afraid to meet each other's eyes. Poor Alexis and Melissa. Being dressed they way they were? The hostess had promptly put them to work, circulating amongst the guests with canapés and drinks. The poor dears didn't seem to have my aptitude for heels, and there were some very near accidents involving spilled drinks, etc. Poor Priscilla. She - or he- was constantly bedeviled by women sneeringly lifting his micro skirt and patting him on the ass and /or feeling him up. I, on the other hand, was almost immediately accepted as a fellow-woman - and actually drawn into some conversations - as if I were a guest as versus a contestant. I felt SUCH a fraud, when Melissa actually served me a drink - and curtsied! (Clumsily, the poor dear!)

At Lisa's signal I did something that seemed to endear me even more to the 'real' women surrounding me. Quietly, without fuss, I checked my makeup in my compact mirror - then did nothing to it! No flamboyant gestures, no attracting attention to myself. (In the bathroom, later on, I did touch up my mascara beside one of the other guests - but again, very quickly.)

Each of the 'Sponsors' (Lisa, Annie, Christine and Evelyn) had five 'votes' for the winner. The other guests, about ten ladies, who had no 'entry' had only one vote. About nine-thirty that evening, we 'girls' finally were called upon to 'strut our stuff' - each of us, individually, having to walk the length of the room, then back - with all eyes upon us.

Alexis was a disaster - I think she had been imbibing from the drinks she was serving. Melissa was better, but stumbled a lot in her heels - NOT something that would get her many votes, I thought. Priscilla tried very hard to sweep along the carpet runway, but giggled uncontrollably as he reached the end - then burst into tears.

Sedately, I walked along, mindful of the teachings of that afternoon, barely conscious of the applause from the ladies who were watching. When I stopped, turned, then did my formal curtsey to everyone, the outcome was never in doubt. The applause was - if not deafening - enthusiastic. I was surprised, pleasantly, when they went so far as to pin a tiara to my hair and award me a bunch of long stemmed white roses. Later, I discovered that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

An hour or so later, things had started to slow down, with many of the guests departing, many of them giving me girlish farewell kisses and whispering how they'd voted for me - as I was SO nice.

Dora had re-appeared, coming up to the apartment a half hour or so after Lisa and I had arrived. She was standing talking to the dommes who had 'converted' Alexis and Melissa. One of them was a petite woman with dark hair and bright, glaring eyes. She beckoned to me, and I walked over to her.
"Dora says this is your very first time en-femme?"
"Yes Miss," I said.

She shook her head. "You made my poor sissy look like a dog's breakfast!"
The other domme showed her teeth in a predatory smile - no humor in it though. "You're very pretty. If you ever get fed up with Dora? Get in touch with me. I'll treat you right."
"Knock it off Gloria!" Dora said laughing. "He belongs to his wife - and if he ever leaves her? I'll be your first choice, won't I sweetie?"

I didn't get a chance to answer as Lisa opened a door leading into an adjoining room. "Dolly? Dora? Come in here, would you?"
I excused myself from the other dommes, breathing a sigh of relief. These women scared me. Lisa smiled as she held the door open for me and Dora, then she closed it and followed us into the room. Annie, Christine, and Evelyn were sitting chatting to each other. They all smiled at me as I came and stood before them. "Congratulations Dolly, you really did well tonight!" they said in almost perfect unison. I managed to nod, my face flaming at the praise. "You too, Dora - you did a great job with him." They added.

"Okay dear Dolly. You've been a competitor. Now it's your turn to be a judge!" Lisa said from behind me.
"A judge?" I asked, dumbfounded by this new turn of events. "Who am I supposed to be judging?"
"Why, us ladies of course," Annie called out, and she and her companions all laughed at the amazed expression on my face as they all rose from their chairs simultaneously, lifting the skirts as they did so. They were all wearing dildos!

I turned to say something to Lisa - and she was wearing one too! She smiled. "It's all right Dolly. Us sponsors of you sissies all agreed beforehand that whoever won the contest would automatically choose his wife as being the champion. Now? All you have to do, is choose who the next one is that you'd prefer to have sex with. That's all. Just one."
"But what am I supposed to judge?" I cried worriedly.

"Let me show you how it's done Dolly" Dora said coming forward. "But first? Do your lips with the nice, really red lipstick. Okay?"

I wanted to protest, but thought better of it. Took the tube from my purse and using my compact mirror, applied it. It made my lips look HUGE! They also looked very wet looking. I started to unwind the lipstick.
"Just a little more, honey." Lisa said.
Meekly, I applied some more, then looked to her for approval. She nodded and I put my cosmetics back in my purse.

"That's a good girl," Dora cooed. "Now kneel down on the floor, right here. Yes - that's it, lift your dress out of the way so's you don't kneel on it. There! That's it. And give me your purse, huh? You won't be needing it. " She took it from me and put it on a side table. "Now?" she continued. "Let me explain.. None of these ladies have ever used a dildo before, but all of them are very curious - so have bought the most advanced, state of the art dildos from me. Now they're going to model them for you, and you have to pick the one you think is the prettiest - NOT the ladies of course - the dildos! Okay ladies!"

And my wife joined the three other ladies as they swaggered back and forward in front of me waving those grotesque things about in front of them. I was so embarrassed that I found it difficult to look at them, but they started jeering and calling me names. I pointed at Evelyn. "Her!" I said. "Can I get up now?"
"Almost done! " Dora said. "Just one thing more. Give each of the ladies a kiss - just to make sure that you won't regret your decision."
"I can't kiss them from down here . . " I started to say. Then I could feel my eyes widen with fear as Annie, Christine and Evelyn all sauntered up to stand directly in front f me, with their dildos all about my eye level. I looked pleadingly up at Dora. I knew what was expected of me now. She knew what message I was transmitting.
"It's okay Dolly." She said kindly. "Just give each of them a little kiss. Who do you want to kiss first?"

I pointed at Annie. She pouted her lips at me a la Marilyn Monroe, and slowly advanced . Took the dildo in her hand and forced it downwards until the obscene tip was only inches from my mouth. I gave it a quick kiss, and settled back onto my haunches again.
"No Dolly! That'll never do! Try again!" Dora reprimanded me gently. "This time? Lick the underside prettily - a couple of times? Then wrap your pretty lips around it - and suck - just a little bit?"

And, as I followed her instructions, I was partially blinded by a camera flash - as Lisa took picture after picture of her husband - Kissing her girl friends dildo. Not only kissing it? But smiling happily as he did so - because that was the next requirement imposed on me. "Give you some fond memories at least," Lisa told Annie.

And then I had to do the same thing with Christine and Evelyn, the camera seeming to flash every few seconds as I sank deeper and deeper into degradation. To make it worse, I had to re-apply my crimson lipstick for every new kiss. Finally, it was over - or so I thought!

"Okay Dolly! Still picking Evelyn, or have you changed your mind?" Lisa asked me.
"No. She's still the one," I mumbled.
"Great!" Dora trumpeted. "Evelyn? Why don't you sit up there?"

I couldn't figure out what was happening. Evelyn went and sat on the arm of a wide leather armchair - except, she was sitting with her feet pointing into the middle!
"Okay Dolly! Come over here and take your shoes off!" Dora suggested from beside the chair.

Again, I did as I was told. "Okay dear. Hop up here." Dora said pointing to the other arm. "Kneel there and face Evelyn. Okay? But first? Take your panties off."
To rousing cheers from all of the girls except Dora, I reached up under my dress and, blushing, pulled my panties down, then stepped out of them. Then I knelt up on the arm of the chair so that I was facing Evelyn.
"That's a girl!" I was told. "Now lean forward, and take Evelyn in your mouth. Come on now!"

I hesitated a second or two too long, because Dora's hand was behind my head forcing me forward and downwards. "Be a good girl Dolly. Take Evelyn in our mouth. Open up now!"
My hands were straddling Evelyn's legs now. Unwillingly, I opened my mouth, and found Evelyn's dildo pushing its way in.
"Now Dolly? You are about to learn what women instinctively know. How to give a blow job. Now, make your mouth into a nice round 'O' and encircle the dildo. Come on now! There - that's a girl! Now slid those luscious lips of yours up and down Evelyn's shaft. Look ladies! See how good Dolly is!" And I could see Annie and Christine, peering in at what my mouth was doing! Grinning and cheering Evelyn on as her dildo started to advance and retreat more and more forcibly in and from my mouth.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt Lisa at my back as her hands reached under me and found my erection.. I tried to lift my head to complain - but Evelyn's hand was forcing my head to bob up and down - to HER limits, not mine. Then, to my surprise, I felt Lisa slip a condom around my penis. Could not figure what was happening. THEN, I felt her fingers enter my back passage - and the glorious relief as she retracted the butt plug! I almost melted with pleasure!

But seconds later, she was applying lubricant to my anus again! And then she was putting the butt plug back in me again. Then taking it out? Then putting it in?

And her arms were around my waist - and my wife was fucking me up the ass with a dildo - while I was sucking off one of her friends - while two other friends of hers were cheering everybody on! And the camera flash going continually! To further confuse me, I came! As I did so, a jet of sweet warmish gel shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away, but Evelyn reached down and, holding me into her with one hand, closed my nostrils with the other. I HAD to swallow!

* * *

Later, I was allowed to clean myself up. Emotionally and physically exhausted from the events of the day, I finally reached into my purse for my lipstick. Found the red one I'd started with.
"Dolly? You were wonderful!" Lisa said, giving me a hug around the shoulders. "But you know?"
"What?" I said wearily, twirling the lipstick mechanism, and watching the lipstick rise in the tube.
"Annie and Christine are really feeling left out. Like they missed all of the fun?"
"Tough shit!" I grumbled.
"They'd be willing to pay you for a blow job like you gave Evelyn?"
I capped the lipstick tube. "How much?" I asked.
"A new dress - each. As good as the one you have on!"
I was twirling the wet, crimson lipstick up the tube. Reaching for my compact mirror.
"But I get to pick the color this time - okay?" I asked.

The End