Slowly coming to, I had temporarily forgotten where I was and what had happened last night. In fact, I still really wasn't sure quite what had happened - but the previous day's events came flooding back when I realised that I was lying flat on my back, with my ankles and my hands tied together. The room was white, sun streaming in through the net curtains.
I looked down, and could see that I was wearing red underwear and flesh-coloured stockings. And red, strappy sandals. In bed!
I shuffled towards the edge of the bed and staggered onto my feet - no mean task given my ankles were tied together, and the five-inch heels that had presumably been fitted to my feet as I slept. There was another full-length mirror, on a wardrobe, at the side of the bed.
I looked up and down at the sexy young woman gazing back at me - her beautiful brown hair framing smouldering eyes, the bright red lipstick matching the red basque... and the rapidly hardending cock poking grotesquely through the red satin and lace panties.
Despite my predicament, I was massively turned on, and started to stroke my penis between my tied hands.
As if by magic, Anne appeared behind me. I say "Anne", but like her mother, she wasn't the Anne I knew from schooldays. Clad in a black basque which pushed her impressive breasts together, she wore black stockings and towering patent leather shoes.
She pushed me roughly onto the bed, as I overbalanced in the unfamiliar heels. "Ah, none of that," she barked, and made to slap my penis as I tried to cover myself up. "You were told there'd be consequences," she growled.
With that, she pushed me back onto the bed, and quickly grabbed my hands and expertly attached one, then the other, to the bedposts. She then clambered onto my chest, so that her magnificent, silk-clad buttocks were pointing at my face, and repeated the process with my ankles.
"What have I done?" I wailed.
"I've seen you looking at me" she sneered.
"I thought you liked me," I retorted. "You're very pretty".
"But I'm not interested in you - I'm not interested in boys anyway."
"However..." she continued. "I might like you as a girl. You make a good girl. You've got great legs."
I didn't know what to say. Instead, I think I just sniffed a little.
"Come on - this is good," she said. "I'm sure that we could be friends again... well, girlfriends."
"Would you like to be a girl?" she continued. "It's such fun. I saw you getting all hard looking at yourself in the mirror." She moved closer and leaned over me. "It really is great fun. You get to wear these sexy clothes all the time - imagine that! Your legs all shaved, and sheer nylons like those every day, with your red toenails poking out through your sandals.
"We'd have to fill out out up top, we can do something about that. But you've got the best of both worlds - that nice big cock filling out your panties!"
"Since you like a nice juicy cock..." she squealed, turning away for a few moments. "How about this one?" I stared in front of me. Anne had A COCK! Then I realised it was a grotesquely realistic strap-on.
"Ok you, better get this nice and wet" she trilled as she poked the beast into my face. "This is all part of being a girl - most girls say it's the best bit too!"
"Imagine those bright red nails clutching a real one," she enthused, "your lovely hair cascading around your shoulders and you pushing it out of the way so you can get a good look at it.
"Go on, you know you want to - get those ruby red lips right up beside it... just give it a little kiss."
I recoiled. "KISS IT" she bellowed, and I almost jumped out of my skin, before pressing my lips to the tip. "That's the way," Anne cooed, "now give it a little lick. I complied. "Now, open up, and take the head in.
"See, it's easy, And it's fun! I can see you're enjoying yourself, she said, as she grasped my rapidly-hardening cock.
"But..." I protested. I wasn't supposed to enjoy this. I was a boy.
"I'm a boy!" I blurted.
Unfortunately, Anne chose this moment to plunge the fake cock deep down my throat, causing me to gag horribly.
"Well, given that you are laid out on a bed in sexy red lingerie and heels, deep-throating a massive cock, I'd say that you're a very unusual boy," she laughed."
"You're loving this," she continued, giving my own cock a squeeze. "Like you enjoyed yesterday. 'I'm thirsty', you kept saying. Yes, for cum!"
"And you enjoyed mother's attention too," she pointed out, moving her hand round to my rear entrance.
"Let's see if I have my mother's touch..."
She applied some sort of gel to my rosebud and worked her finger in.... then a second finger. I winced. "Relax," said Anne, "there'll be much bigger things going in there than my fingers!"
Despite my horror of her veiled threat, I was starting to enjoy the attention as her fingers gently probed my asshole.
"I think you're ready for me," Anne said, and removed her cock from my mouth."
Then, she swiveled again and freed my ankles, and, pulling a pillow under my waist, pushed my ankles up and over, attaching them to the bedposts beside my wrists.
I was horribly exposed, and knew exactly what was coming.
"Right, this may hurt a little to start, but trust me, you're going to LOVE it," Anne whispered.
With that, she worked her cock into my ass, gently, almost lovingly, giving me plenty of time to get used to the initial burning, and the unexpected fullness.
Anne eased her cock into my backside over the space of several minutes, until she was buried up to the hilt and her pussy was rubbing against my balls.
Then, she started rocking, in and out gently, until she was thrusting harder and harder, and with every outward stroke I was yearning for her to push it back in again.
Then she pulled right out, and towered over me.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Put it back in," I moaned.
Anne gave me a slap to the cheek. "Say please". "Please".
"Please, mistress"
"Please, mistress, put it back in," I pleaded.
So you do want cock then?
"Mmm hmm," I said, ashamed.
"Yes? Say 'yes'' or you'll not be getting any more!"
"Yes. Yes please. I want cock!"
"So you do want to be a girl?"
"Yes please."
"Yes please, mistress. Say it!" she demanded
"Yes please mistress, please put your cock in my..."
"Pussy"
"My pussy. Please... mistress".
Anne smiled, and plunged the dildo deep into my newly-christened pussy.
"Do you want to be fucked like a girl? Do you want to dress in sexy lingerie and nylons and heels all the time, and prick-tease all the boys?"
Her rhythm intensified, her cock plunging deeper with every stroke.
"Do you crave a hard cock pumping gallons of lovely cum down your throat, while another one explodes up your ass... pussy? Would you like that?"
"PLLLEEAAAASSSEE !!" I screamed, as my orgasm neared. "FUUUCCKK MEEE!!"
Unexpectedly, my cock suddenly became fully hard and rose up, twitching and as Anne reached her own climax, I ejaculated in an earth-shattering orgasm, which saw the first spurt of cum shoot over my head and hit the headboard, while the rest covered my forehead, face and cheeks in warm sticky mess.
As I lay, exhausted, Anne pushed the cum from my cheeks and chin into my willing mouth. I gobbled it up greedily. "Better get used to that" she grinned. As I looked up at the mirrored ceiling, and saw a young lesbian in the throes of ecstasy of having served her lover, I believed I could.