Texas Change

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A Texas Change

by Cindi Johnson

July 1999

Part 1

It was a beautiful spring day, sunny, not too warm, the earth cloaked in lush green. My spirits were high as I went on my afternoon break at Texas Instruments in Dallas, where I worked as an accountant. And why not? After all, a three day weekend would begin in just a couple more hours.

I sat in the breakroom drinking a cup of hot coffee, eating a candy bar, and reading the newspaper when Sandy joined me.

"Hi, Steven, how are you," she asked, smiling nicely. Sandy was a pretty girl several years younger than my thirty years; tall, at about five foot nine, slim, with dark wavy hair that reached her shoulders, and always well dressed. A truly a striking girl, she was a secretary of the group that I worked in. I watched her hands grasp a paper coffee cup; her long fingernails, painted a deep shade of red, were somehow very alluring.

"I'm OK, Sandy." I replied, "So, what do you have planned for the long weekend," I asked innocently. I was just making conversation. It never occurred to me to try to date Sandy. After all, I was just a typical, rather boring guy, not particularly good looking, not tall (in fact, Sandy was about my height), and too skinny. Over the years I had enjoyed only marginal success with women. And with a girl as beautiful as Sandy, I was not even going to try, as the odds of her liking me were a million to one. Besides, there was sort of an unwritten rule at work that white collar employees should not become romantically involved with the clerical staff.

"Well, I'm not sure," she said. "My girlfriend and I were planning on going to the beach in Corpus Cristi. A group of girls I went to high school with are meeting there to party and talk over old times, like an informal class reunion. But my car's transmission is not working right, so I may have to skip the reunion. But how about you? What are you doing."

"Nothing at all," I replied. "I'm just gonna relax."

"Oh," she said, "I've got an idea. You've got a minivan, don't you? Maybe you would like to go with us to the beach. We could use an extra driver, and besides, two girls shouldn't be traveling alone. We would feel better if a man like you were with us. What do you say? You can use my friend's room, and she can stay in mine. It would be fun!"

Usually I shy away from such spontaneous decisions, but this time, maybe because of spring fever, my rational mind lost out. What the heck, I thought. A weekend with a beautiful girl would be nice, even if I were more of a chauffeur than a boyfriend.

"Oh.., I don't know...," I said.

"Please, Please," she begged.

Part 2

"Okay, I'll do it," I said. Sandy smiled. I could tell she was used to getting her way with men. She wrote down directions to her house and arranged for me to pick her up there at five this afternoon.

After work I drove home and quickly threw a few items of clothes, swim trunks, and a towel into a gym bag, then drove to Sandy's apartment. I figured I could buy anything I really needed once we got to Padre Island.

Sandy was already packed. She introduced me to her friend, Jennifer, as we loaded her luggage into my van. Like Sandy, Jennifer was also very pretty; in fact, she was as beautiful as any girl I had ever met. She had blond hair, cut in a page-boy fashion, and was wearing white shorts, a pink T-shirt top, and sandals. She had beautiful blue eyes with long, dark lashes. Jennifer was tall, maybe an inch taller than me, and very shapely. . Like Sandy, she also worked at Texas Instruments, although I had never seen her there since she worked in a different department then Sandy and I.

Surprisingly, the two girls had packed a full dozen pieces of luggage between them, an awful lot, I thought, for a weekend at the beach. But soon we had it all loaded and I began the long drive south.

After a bit of conversation the girls settled into the back seat while I drove. I listened to the radio while they talked about their jobs and their friends. After an hour or so they turned on the portable tv-vcr that was in the van, and put on a movie Sandy had brought with, some strange film called "Too Wong Fu-Thanks for Memories" or something like that. I just drove and listened to the radio. It was kinda nice, driving across Texas, through a moonlit spring evening, with two very beautiful young women.

It was past midnight by the time we crossed the causeway to Padre Island. Sandy and Jennifer had fallen asleep over two hours ago. I woke up Sandy.

Sandy used the cellular phone to call her friend and get directions. I heard her talking on the phone for awhile, but couldn't make out what she was discussing. Finally she hung up the phone.

"Oh, boy," she said, "there's a little problem. We planned to stay at my friend Melissa's place. Her parents have a large beach house with at least a half dozen bedrooms, and she's got the keys for this weekend."

"So," I asked, "what's the problem?"

"Her parents gave her strict orders for the weekend: No Guys Allowed! Even though her parents are in Europe for the next two weeks, Melissa says the neighbors are good friends of her parents, and the neighbors would surely tell her parents if any men came around. I'm sorry, Steven, to have gotten you into this."

"No problem, Sandy," I said, "I'll just check in at a hotel. I'd feel more comfortable there anyhow, then at a home of someone I don't even know."

Using the cellular phone the girls called a dozen hotels; the story at each was the same: no vacancy. The last call was to Motel 6; it too was full.

"This isn't working, and it's very late," said Jennifer. "I've got an idea. Steven can wear one of my skirts and the wig I brought with. It's dark, and nobody will realize he's not a girl, will they? That way we can all get some rest, and in the morning figure this all out."

"That's a great idea," Sandy exclaimed. "Steven can dress up just like the guys did in that movie we saw! Pull over by the beach, Steven, and we'll get you set up."

"Wait a second," I said gruffly. I don't like this idea at all. I'm not gonna wear your clothes, for god's sake!"

"Hey now," Jennifer curtly replied, "let's watch our language. I'm tired of driving, and we don't have any other options, do we? I'm not gonna spend the night driving around, after all. Now pull over, Steven. You can do this for us, can't you?"

"But I don't want...", I tried to object but was again interrupted by Jennifer, who despite her feminine appearance was apparently very tough.

"I don't want to argue anymore. Pull over, Steven," she commanded.

I sighed heavily and pulled over onto a beach access. It didn't take long before Sandy was handing me a rose colored skirt. I slipped off my shoes, socks, and pants, then struggled to get the skirt on. That done, Jennifer took a wig, with shoulder length auburn colored hair, and slipped it onto my head. And so, for the first time in my life I was wearing a skirt as I pulled into the driveway of Melissa's beachhouse. The girls ran to the house, while I stayed in the van, rather angry at this turn of events. After a few minutes they came back out and together we unloaded the luggage.

"Well, Sandy, who's your cute girlfriend," laughed Melissa as I entered the house, carrying three suitcases.

"Real funny," I replied. It didn't take long to unload. Melissa showed me my bedroom. I was so tired from the drive that it didn't take more than a few minutes for me to be sound asleep.

Part 3

It was late when I woke. The sun was already high. I looked out the window and saw the water's edge just a couple of hundred feet away. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach was new to me, born and raised far from any ocean.

After a few seconds I remembered that my pants were in the van; all I had to cover my underwear was Sandy's skirt. It was laying on the floor; I picked it up and held it in front of me. It was a very pretty skirt, soft rose colored - almost pink, in fact - with a slit up the back. I held it in front of my waist. The skirt was short, well above my knees.

With a mixture of aversion and fascination I slipped on the skirt. The zipper and button were in the back, which struck me as odd and impractical. Wearing just my underwear and T-shirt, and Jennifer's skirt, I walked out of the bedroom. The girls were in the living room, talking, watching television, and drinking coffee. Now there were three others in addition to Melissa, Sandy, and Jennifer. All six of the girls were pretty. All stared as I entered the room wearing a girl's skirt.

"Hi," I said, blushing, "my pants are outside, so I had to wear this. I hope you don't mind, Sandy."

"No, of course I don't mind," Sandy said. "In fact, us girls have decided that for the rest of this weekend, you should dress like a girl. That way, Melissa won't get into trouble with her folks, and you won't have to be off by yourself. It'll be fun for all of us! So this morning we've got to get you looking more like a girl and less like a guy wearing a skirt."

Before I could say anything, Melissa said, "The first thing you'll have to do is take a good long shower, and shave the hair off your legs, arms, chest, and face. Be careful; I don't want blood on the towels here. There's a razor in the bathroom. While you are doing that, we're gonna go out and get some breakfast."

"Wait a second," I exclaimed. "I can't dress like a girl. I'd look foolish."

"No you won't," Jennifer said. "Nobody will notice. After all, you are about the same size as me. And besides, if you don't do it, what will happen to Sandy and I? You can't just leave us here. We could get fired if we miss work on Monday."

Sandy walked up to me and whispered into my ear. "Please," she said. "If you do this for us this weekend, I'll do something very nice for you next weekend!" She didn't elaborate, but I assumed she meant a date, maybe followed by you know what.

"OK," Melissa said. "I'm hungry. You get shaved and we'll be back in an hour. And by the way, after shaving be sure to put some lotion onto your skin so it doesn't dry. There's a bottle of Oil of Olay in the bathroom. We'll bring you back an Egg McMuffin".

With that all the girls left. I stood there in the middle of the room, incredulous that they just assumed I would comply with this odd request. No way, I thought to myself; then I got a cup of coffee and sat down. I began to think it over. It would be fun to spend the weekend near these pretty young ladies, and just maybe I could strike up a friendship with one of them. Apparently the girls wouldn't hold it against me, or consider me to be a fairy, if I did it; after all, it was they that wanted it, not me. As for others, I could just spend the weekend here in the beachhouse and avoid contact with anyone else. What should I do....?

"What the heck," I muttered to myself as I got up and headed to the bathroom. After all, I was 300 miles from anyone I knew. Nobody would know, except Sandy, and she promised to keep it a secret. Plus, I'd get to know some very sexy young ladies. And at a minimum, Sandy did seem to promise me a good time later if I did this now. Despite my many misgivings, I stepped into the shower and began lathering soap onto my legs. My decision was made.

Part 4

"Well, I doubt that he will do it," Sandy said to the other girls as they sat in McDonalds eating breakfast. I mean, what kind of guy would shave his legs?"

"He will. Just wait and see," said Jennifer. "A guy will do anything if he thinks he can get a cute girl out of it, and Steven's hot to get into our pants."

"Let's say he does shave his hair off," Amy added. "Then what? I really don't like the idea of this guy, who none of us know, lurking around us all weekend, even if he is wearing a dress. Just what will we do with him?" Amy, about five foot four, had long dark hair held into a pony tail by a red ribbon. She looked younger than her years, in fact, she could easily fit in as a high school student.

"Here's what we'll do," Melissa said, speaking in a low tone of voice as if she were plotting a robbery. "I'm tired of having to put up with guys always hitting on me. This time we'll make a guy suffer! By the time the weekend's over, Steven will be ready to join a monastery, just to get away from women.

"But first, we'll need to be real nice to him, until he's all dolled up. Once we get that far, girls, we'll have a slave for the weekend. And if he doesn't like it, Jennifer and Sandy will let everyone at work know about Steven's habit of shaving his legs. We'll have everyone in the office going by his desk, asking him to show off his sexy legs!"

"And I can take pictures, too," Jennifer added. "He'll kiss our asses if we threaten to show pictures of him to everyone at work!"

"I don't like any of those guys I work for at Texas Instruments," Sandy said. "They all think they are so superior. I'd like to put them all in dresses and parade them down Main Street. That would teach them, wouldn't it!"

Part 5

I stared at the reflection in the full-length mirror. How the simple act of removing my body hair had changed me. Instead of the body of a scrawny guy, I saw the smooth skin of a girl. I was both embarrassed and strangely excited.

Hearing the girls entering, I quickly donned Sandy's skirt. I was still trying to fasten it when, without even knocking, Melissa opened the door to the bathroom.

"Oh, you did a very good job," she exclaimed, "now come into the kitchen so we can finish this up." Meekly I followed her into the kitchen, where she directed me to sit down.

Sandy came over to me and gently brushed her hand against my leg. "Very smooth. In fact, your legs are as smooth as mine!"

"Hurry up, girls, let's finish this up," Melissa said. She had Amy and Mary work on my hands while Jennifer and Sandy fixed my face. Then she and Rebecca left the kitchen to "gather my wardrobe."

Hey, you all," I said in a low voice. "Where's my breakfast? After all, I am a man, and men need a big breakfast." I was trying to emphasize my manliness to these young ladies, hoping to maybe impress them.

"Shush! Don't say anything while we are doing your face," Jennifer commanded. "I don't want to mess this up and have to start over again. Close your eyes and keep them closed..., and your mouth, too!"

Her rebuke had the effect of hurting my feelings. I closed my eyes while the four girls worked on my makeover. I could feel Sandy pluck my eyebrows a bit, and could smell the nail polish Mary and Amy were applying. All the while, I couldn't help but feel that these girls were not exactly very friendly towards me. I realized I didn't know them at all, not even Sandy. Maybe I shouldn't have let myself get into this situation..., but what could I do now? Heck, I figured, I'm just imagining things. The girls are just in a hurry. That doesn't mean they don't like me.

I didn't have long to ponder my situation. After twenty or so minutes, I heard Melissa order me to hold my arms out in front of me. Opening my eyes, I saw her standing before me in her red shorts and beige T-shirt, holding a lacy white bra. Blushing, I did as she directed. Being careful not to touch my wet nails, Melissa and Sandy guided my arms through the bra straps. I felt them fasten the bra at my back. Then Melissa took two plastic bags, partly filled with water, and used these to create artificial breasts. After this, Melissa commanded me to close my eyes again.

"Now pucker your lips nicely," Amy said. I did this, and felt her apply lipstick. It tasted odd. Then Jennifer carefully put the wig on me and spent a few minutes styling my new hair.

"Well, girls, it may not be a perfect job, but it's not bad," Melissa said. I opened my eyes and saw her standing in front of me. She held out a pair of pink panties and also a lacy pink slip. "Now put these on, and then come out of the kitchen and show us." With that all the girls exited the kitchen and left me alone; I was not even given a chance to say anything.

Astonished by what had happened in just a couple of hours, I carefully picked up the panties and slip. They felt so smooth compared to men's underwear. Then I saw my nails: they were long and painted bright red! The girls must have glued on false fingernails. With the painted nails, and the absence of hair, I was truly amazed at how feminine my hands looked. Again I began to have second thoughts; maybe I could put an end to this now-but how?

Slowly I pulled the pink panties up onto my legs; the pink panties were of a spandex type of material, and very tight, such that my penis and balls were squeezed tight and became more or less unnoticeable. I then donned the slip. There was no mirror in the kitchen, so I had no idea how I looked, but I felt very foolish indeed.

"Times up! We're coming in," Melissa called out as the girls all crowded into the kitchen. "Out into the living room, Steven," Melissa ordered. I did as she asked. She then had me close my eyes for several minutes because, she said, my mascara needed to be touched up.

"Now," said Melissa, "go into the bedroom and look in the mirror. I'm sure you'll be surprised!" I did as she asked, closing the door to the bedroom, I walked to the mirror. In the reflection was a girl, and a fairly pretty girl at that! What had happened to me, I asked myself. This is not right. I can't go around like this. I had expected to look like a man in drag, but instead I looked like a girl. All trace of my manliness was obliterated. Shock mixed with fear. This is not what I had wanted. I immediately decided that enough was enough; I would tell the girls that I would pick them up Sunday and drive them home. In the meantime I could sleep in the van or something, anything would be OK if I could get out of these clothes, and get all this makeup off me!

Greatly embarrassed because of my emasculation, I opened the bedroom door and walked out to the living room. I stood there red-faced, wearing a bra, pink panties, and a slip, as the girls stood back, looking. Suddenly several bright flashes startled me; looking up, I saw Jennifer taking photos of me standing shamefully in front of her.

"Hold everything," I exclaimed. "I've changed my mind. This girl stuff is no good. I'm going to get back into my own clothes now. I'll come by and pick up you two Sunday morning and bring you back to Dallas. But I'm just not going to pretend to be a girl. NO WAY!."

"Sandy," I continued, "would you please get my clothes from my van while I try to wash this stuff off me?"

Part 6

Instead of Sandy, it was Melissa who answered my request.

"Listen here," she said, "this is my place and you don't order me or my friends around while you are a guest here. You really make me mad! We went to a considerable amount of effort to make you look nice, and what do we get in return. Complaints!"

"What do you mean," I exclaimed, "I haven't been rude to..."

"Shut up! You listen to ME," Melissa commanded. "You see, don't you, that I'm wearing the pants, not you!"

"And in case you didn't notice, we girls took turns videotaping your transformation. Why do you think we had you keep your eyes closed? Now, if you misbehave, or if you refuse to do exactly what I or any of us say, then that nice video will be all over work, as will the photographs Jennifer just took. Plus, Sandy says she could easily have everyone at Texas Instruments stopping by your cubical to see your nicely shaved legs. Wouldn't you like that? If so, go and do whatever you want. If not, then shut up and do what we say!"

"But why would..." I said, trying to speak.

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Jennifer yelled so loud that she truly frightened me.

"Here are your rules," Melissa continued. "Obey them to the letter, and come Monday morning everything will be back to normal. Disobey, and you will forever be known as a cute little fairy by everybody at the office and everywhere else!

First: you are a girl, and will always act like a girl. ALWAYS!

Second: you are our servant for this weekend. Whatever any of us commands,

you will do, immediately and without protest.

Third: you will always address us as Miss. For example, if you should want

to speak to me, you must first address me as Miss Melissa!

Fourth: you will not only be a girl, you must want to be a girl. You must

enthusiastically accept your role. Slaves must maintain a proper

attitude!

"That's it. Take it or leave it. Your van is in the driveway, and here are your keys. If you don't accept my rules, then get out right now, dressed as you are. And if you refuse to leave, I'll call my neighbor over and he'll throw you out!

"So what is it? WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE?"

I looked around the room, astonished by this turn of events. I felt as if all this couldn't be real. All the girls were smiling as they watched me squirm there in the middle of the room. Clearly I had no friends in this place. But what could I do? If I didn't accept Melissa's ultimatum, my career could be finished. And besides, how could I leave the beachhouse wearing only women's lingerie? I was scared. After a long minute of silence, I responded.

"OK then," I conceded. "I'll do what you want. But come Monday nobody finds out, right?"

"Have you already forgotten your rules!" Melissa snapped back. "How do you address your masters?"

Realizing the impotence of my position, I closed my eyes for a second, gritted my teeth, then, looking down towards the floor rather than directly at her, I replied again, "Miss Melissa, I will do as you say." I couldn't help but feel as if this promise sealed my fate to whatever misfortune would follow.

"Very well, slave girl. For the rest of this weekend you will be Suzy, a friend of ours from high school. So tell us, slave girl, what is your name?"

"My name is Suzy, Miss Melissa," I heard myself reply as if I were far away from this room.

"Let's test her," Jennifer said to the others. "Let's see if she will really do what we say."

"Sure," Melissa answered, "what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know....," Jennifer hesitated a moment, then she noticed that Amy was barefoot. "I've got an idea," she exclaimed.

"Suzy," Jennifer said to me, "I want you to kiss Amy's feet. Right now!"

I looked up at Amy. She looked surprised at this order, and even made a face as if to say "gross", but she didn't say anything.

"Do it, Suzy," Jennifer ordered again.

With resignation to my fate I walked over to Amy, knelt down on my knees, then slowly bent my head down. Amy had pretty, petite feet. Her toenails were painted pink. Almost in tears, I kissed her feet, first her right foot, then her left foot. I noticed my lips left a slight smudge of lipstick on her feet. Afterwards, I continued kneeling before Amy, unsure of whether I had acceptably complied with Jennifer's orders.

"That's good," Jennifer said, laughing, "but I think Amy would prefer you to suck her toes. Wouldn't you like Suzy to suck your toes, Amy?"

"Ah..., sure...., Suzy..., ah..., be a good little girl and..., ah..., go ahead and suck on my toes," Amy replied with hesitation, apparently unaccustomed to the role of master and unsure that she really wanted her feet caressed by my lips and tongue.

What could I do? By now I was trapped. Again I bent my head down. Amy, resting her weight on the ball of her foot, raised her toes up off the ground. Starting with her big toe, I proceeded to suck each toe for several moments. After I finished with her right foot, I then did the same with Amy's left foot.

"OK, girls," Melissa said after I had finished, "I believe Suzy has shown a willingness to cooperate. Tell us, Suzy, did you enjoy sucking Amy's toes?"

"Yes, Miss," I replied, remembering the rule requiring my enthusiasm, "It was very nice to clean Amy's toes!"

"And tell us, Suzy, do you enjoy being a girl," Melissa added.

"Yes, Miss, I very much enjoy being a girl," I replied.

"Very well, Suzy. Now we are going for a walk along the beach. You will finish dressing. Rebecca has put your outfit in the bathroom. After that, pick up this room and clean the dishes. For breakfast, you may eat the scraps left over from our breakfast; they're in the McDonald's bag."

"Have fun, Suzy," Sandy yelled as she stepped outside. "Be a good little girl," Jennifer added. Then the door closed and I was left alone to ponder my fate.

Part 7

I sat on the couch for a minute, just to relax. This whole ordeal was so hard to believe. That's what happens to me, Mr. Nice Guy; I try to help someone out, even to the point of driving them across half of Texas, and what do I get? Stepped on, plain and simple. But what on earth could I do but go along with these women. I decided that once I made it through this weekend I would try to transfer to a different division at work, just to get away from seeing Sandy anymore. Maybe all of this could be put behind me, if only I could make it till Monday!

I went to the table and emptied the McDonalds bag. Just as Melissa had said, it contained only scraps left of biscuits and egg McMuffins. Nonetheless I ate them, as I was starving. I used a cup of coffee to rinse the taste of Amy's toes from my mouth, then went to the bathroom to finish dressing. Inside I found my "outfit" consisting of a pleated blue skirt, a lacy white short-sleeved blouse, pantyhose, high heeled shoes, and a small tan purse. My heart dropped as I realized I had no option but to wear these items; with great difficulty I was able to put on the pantyhose without running them, then the blouse and skirt followed, and finally, I slipped on the high heels. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a young lady dressed more like a high school girl than a woman.

Jennifer's beige high heels had a small bow placed prettily at the back of the shoes. The heels were two or three inches high, and I soon found myself wobbling as I walked. I quickly began cleaning up the place as Melissa had ordered.

Part 8

The sun, already high in the sky, caused the waves to shimmer as they broke on the beach. Six pretty girls walked along the shore as breaking waves caressed their bare feet. The beach was mostly empty at this early hour, except for a few children playing in shallow pools left behind by the receding tide.

"I just don't know," Rebecca said with concern, "I've never done anything like this before. It's not illegal, is it?"

"Of course not," laughed Melissa, "after all, it was his choice to stay. Besides, who in the world would believe him over us girls?"

"At least he looks like a girl," said Amy. "What if he were some big slob squeezed into Sandy's panties. No way would I let him even lick my toes!" All the girls started to laugh at Amy's thought.

"Well, girls," continued Jennifer, "we may never again have a male so tightly in our control. I say we should enjoy it. Besides, deep down, he maybe likes it..., lots of guys are strange that way, you know. Sandy, you're the only one who actually knows our little slave. What do you say, you want to let her go, or would you rather put some knots in her panties?"

"Hey," replied Sandy, "you all know I'm a party girl!"

Part 9

I was drying the dishes when the girls returned. "Hey, princess," Melissa called out to me as she entered, "good job on cleaning! We'll have to consider making you our permanent maid! So how are you, girl?"

"I'm fine, Miss Melissa. I enjoyed cleaning up your beachhouse. And thank you for the breakfast scraps." I tried to sound as if I really meant what I was saying, but it was difficult. The girls laughed when I thanked them for their leftovers.

"You're very welcome to our table scraps, Suzy," Melissa laughed. "Now, come out of the kitchen so that we can see how you look in your new outfit."

Shamefaced, I did as requested, walking to the center of the living room, with the six girls all seated around me. Melissa had me slowly turn around, like a model, so they could carefully look me over. Humiliated that I, a male several years older than these women, and a professional, had been forced into skirts to serve the whims of these girls, my face turned red and I could not force the type of happy smile that Melissa required of me.

"Those nice high heels are just so sexy, aren't they, girls," Jennifer said, "they make Suzy's rear stand out so nicely."

"Your pleated skirt does look so feminine," Mary said, "and overall, Suzy, you do look very nice." Mary was a hispanic friend of Melissa's; she had beautiful straight dark hair that hung well below her shoulders, and a cute smile caused by a slight turn at the ends of her mouth. Other than myself, she was the only one in the room wearing a skirt, as all the others were wearing shorts. Unlike the other girls, she actually spoke to me as if I were a person. There was no scorn or maliciousness in her voice.

"True," interjected Sandy, "Suzy looks nice from the outside. But what about underneath that nice skirt of hers. Is she still wearing pink panties, like nice girls wear, or has she perhaps replaced them with cotton boxer shorts?"

"Ah..., Miss Sandy..., I'm still wearing panties," I stuttered in response, feeling uneasy about addressing my secretary like this.

"Not that I don't believe you, Suzy girl, but I think it would be nice if you raised your skirt to show us your panties. Go ahead, SUZY, lift up your pretty skirt," demanded Sandy.

Not wanting to be ordered around by my secretary, I turned to Melissa and said, "But, Miss Melissa, please..." This was a mistake, as Melissa, less so than any of the girls, was not likely to support me.

"Suzy!" yelled Melissa, "Have you forgotten? You must obey all of us, immediately! Unless, of course, you want everyone to know about your nicely shaved legs and your painted toenails. Now you do what Sandy ordered you to do, and HURRY!"

"Yes..., I'm sorry, Miss Sandy,..." I stuttered as I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt up, baring my lingerie to the girls. As I stood there Jennifer took two more pictures of me.

"Suzy, being sorry is not enough," Sandy said with a smirk on her face. "You must be punished. What do you think, Jennifer?"

"Definitely," replied Jennifer, as she stood up and walked over to me, looking so beautiful and innocent with her blond hair and blue eyes. "And I know just how she must be punished. Girls, don't you get just sick of the way men treat women when we have our periods?"

"Yea," responded Amy and Melissa.

"Well, girls, maybe it's time Suzy learned how it feels to have to wear tampons. What do you think?"

"That's a great idea," Amy replied. "Besides, it'll make Suzy feel more like a real girl, and that's a good thing to feel like, isn't it Suzy?"

"Yes..., Miss," I replied uneasily, not knowing where this discussion was headed.

Amy opened up her purse and took out a slender package about four inches long, wrapped in blue and white shiny paper. She handed it to me.

"Suzy," Amy said to me with a serious tone of voice, "like all young girls, you must experience your first period. This is your very own tampon. Girls are both scared and thrilled when we experience our first period; scared because of the blood, but thrilled to have become a real woman! Now, you can feel those same feelings! Well, Suzy..., aren't you going to thank me?"

I swallowed hard, and looked at the object I was holding in my hand. ""Yes..., Miss Amy...thank you for giving me this tampon...". I said, still not knowing what she wanted me to do with it.

"Well, Suzy," Jennifer said with exaggerated exasperation, "open it up, girl!"

I did as she commanded, carefully tearing open the wrapping and removing the pink tampon applicator, which looked like a small dildo with a sliding stick and string extending from one side. It was difficult to open with my long fingernails; when finished I held it in my hand and looked up Amy with a quizzical expression.

"Well, what are you waiting for," Jennifer said sharply, "put it in!"

"But, Miss..," I replied, blushing, "I don't have a vagina."

"Oh! That's right! You don't have a vagina...yet." Jennifer laughed at her comment. "I guess you'll just have to put it into your other hole then, won't you."

"No," I said, "I can't do that!"

"SUZY! One more refusal and pictures of you all dolled up will be all over at work. Do what you're told!" Melissa seemed truly angry with me; I didn't doubt that she might do exactly what she threatened.

"Yes, mistress," I replied, then, turning to Jennifer I said, "Miss Jennifer, may I please be excused to the bathroom?"

"Wait a second," Amy said, "I want to watch!"

"Yes," said Jennifer, "Amy's right, we want to watch you; after all, you are a new girl, and may need help. Now go ahead, Suzy, pull down your panties and get to work like a good girl."

"Please, Miss Jennifer," I begged, "I didn't mean to disobey you."

"Suzy, you must do it," Jennifer warned me.

Frightened, I reached under my skirt and slip and grasped the tops of my panties and pantyhose, then slowly lowered them. They fit so tightly that it was difficult, but after a second I had them down nearly to my knees. Luckily, my private parts were covered by my skirt. Maybe, I reasoned, I could do this under the cover of the skirt, so the girls would not see me.

"Wait a second," Mary said, sounding concerned, "at least let Suzy put some vaseline onto the applicator. Otherwise it will hurt her. I've got some in my purse."

"Oh, Mary, you're such a wimp," Melissa said as Mary took her vaseline tube and placed a blob on the end of the applicator I held.

"Suzy, spread the vaseline around the applicator. Then it won't hurt. It's OK, Suzy, don't be frightened," Mary said to me.

"Thank you, Miss Mary," I said to her as little tears formed in my eyes. While the girls watched I spread the vaseline around the applicator. Then Amy and Jennifer each took hold of a side of my skirt and raised it up high, baring my midsection to all the girls. Sandy started laughing; "Go ahead, Suzy girl," she said, "stick it in!"

Desperately I reached around me and tried to find my hole; it was difficult, but after a half a minute I felt the applicator resting directly against it. Then I slowly pushed it into me. It hurt a bit, and went in with difficulty. Then Jennifer helped me extract the applicator, quickly tossed it into the trash can, and said, "Look girls, now Suzy is a real girl! See, she has a little string coming out from her pussy! Isn't it sweet; Suzy is having her first period!"

"Ohhhh, that's soooo nice," Sandy gushed, "now turn around real slow, girl, so that we all can see your accomplishment!"

The girls now made me hold my skirt up high, and with difficulty I did as they wanted, still in high heels and with my panties bunched about my thighs. Unfortunately the stimulation of my hole caused another problem: my maleness started to harden, in clear view of the six girls.

"Suzy," Melissa said, "what's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, Miss," I responded, "I can't help it."

"Well, Suzy, it's really gross for you, a pretty young girl, to be standing here with that little erection. Shame on you!"

"It's nasty," Jennifer said to Melissa, "let's make him get rid of it. Otherwise, Suzy could really make a mess in her pink panties!"

"Hey," Sandy exclaimed, "I borrowed her those panties. I don't want them full of Suzy's nasty discharge!"

"OK! OK! Calm down, girls." Melissa said, taking control. "Amy and Jennifer, hold up Suzy's skirt again. Suzy, you do your nasty little duty. Right now. Right there. And don't ask any questions."

"Go ahead," Amy said, "you probably do it every night anyhow. Do it, Suzy, I want to see you do it!"

I was astonished at how things had gotten to this point. I could not see any way out. As the girls watched, and Amy giggled, I took my penis in my hand and began to rub it back and forth. My eyes involuntarily closed as my arousal increased. Back and forth, faster and faster.

"Go to it, Suzy girl," Sandy said.

"Pump your little clit, Suzy baby," Amy added.

"Suzy, you're such a bad little girl," Jennifer said.

It didn't take long before the pressure within me built up and exploded; I wailed like a dog as I came. Out came the sticky white liquid, the first squirt shooting out some two feet before falling onto the hardwood floor, with each successive pump being of lesser pressure and falling closer to the point of origin. For a long moment my mind was blank, unaware of where I was, how I was dressed, and of the audience that watched me with a combination of disgust and enjoyment.

Slowly my eyes opened. All the girls seemed slightly astonished; apparently even they had not really believed they cold force a man to degrade himself so. Only Mary's face showed any sign of sympathy for me. Everyone was silent for some time; I did not know what to do or say, so I just stood there with my still erect penis sticking out from under the skirt that the girls had now let hang down.

Jennifer, so mean spirited despite her angelic looks, spoke first. "Well, Suzy, aren't you ashamed of yourself. Look at the mess you made on our floor."

"I'm sorry, Miss..., I'm sorry for my mess..., I'll get a towel and clean it up, Miss Jennifer..., I'm very sorry," I spoke almost in a daze.

"A towel? Well, I don't want your nasty discharge smeared on the towels here. What would my parents say," Melissa asked with a sense of outrage. Apparently she was still willing to make life unbearable for me.

Amy then added, "Well, you know what men always try to make girls do with cum, don't you. I think that's what Suzy should do. After all, she is a girl now, isn't she?"

"Well, sure," said Sandy, "that's a great idea, Amy. Go ahead, Suzy girl, get down on your hands and knees and lick up that mess. Do the girl thing!"

"Please, Miss Sandy," I begged my secretary, "don't make me do that."

"If you don't do it, little Suzy girl, I'll have lots of fun showing pictures of you to all your co-workers," Sandy warned.

I gazed at the girls; only Mary showed any concern for me, and she would not be able to sway the others. With a sigh of resignation I got onto my hands and knees, my pantyhose and panties still pulled down, and my skirt up at waist level such that my ass and penis were naked to the girls watching me. Before me was over two feet of floor stained with my discharge. I lowered my head and extended my tongue, and with great care not to get anything on the hair of my wig, I began to lick the floor. The liquid tasted strangely salty. Like a dog I lapped my tongue against the floor. A tear rolled out of my eyes and onto the floor. A flash indicated that Jennifer had another picture of me for her collection.

"Well, Melissa," I heard Jennifer say, "what do you think of our little maid? Should we forgive her for being so nasty? Or maybe additional punishment is called for?"

"Oh, I don't know," Melissa replied as I continued to slowly lick my cum from the floor, "Suzy has been cooperative and obedient. I suppose if she does a good job cleaning the floor, we can give her a break. We'll wait and see."

"You know," Amy said, talking to the girls, "I've never tasted semen. I wonder what it tastes like? Sandy, have you ever tasted it?"

"No way! That would be gross! I have no idea what it's like."

Amy asked Mary the same question. "No," Mary exclaimed, "I've never tasted it! I've never even seen it before. I didn't know it came out in squirts like that, or that it's so sticky looking."

Jennifer then addressed me. "Suzy girl, none of us has ever tasted semen, except you. You are such a lucky girl to have both your first period and your first taste of semen all during the same day! Or maybe you've tasted it before?"

Still on my hands and knees, I had to raise my head to respond. "No, Miss Jennifer, I've never tasted it before today."

"Well then, tell us. What does it taste like? Do you like it?"

I wanted to just tell the pretty bitch to drop dead, and get up and leave the place forever. But I couldn't. I was in too deep now. I could only go along with them and hope that come Monday Sandy would keep all this secret as promised.

"It tastes bad, Miss Jennifer. It tastes salty. I do not like it," I said.

"You don't like what, Suzy. Be more specific, girl."

"I do not enjoy the taste of my semen, Miss Jennifer," I forced myself to say, "I do not enjoy licking my semen off the floor."

Well, Suzy, you do remember why you are doing it, don't you? Tell us again, girl."

"Miss Jennifer," I said with an air of resignation to my fate, "I'm licking semen off the floor because I was a bad girl and dirtied Melissa's house. I was a very bad girl, and did a very nasty thing, and deserve my punishment, Miss Jennifer."

Jennifer walked over to me and grasped the tampon string that extended from my hole. She pulled on it, not enough to remove it, but enough to cause me considerable discomfort. "Well, girls," she said to her friends, "I suppose we can forgive Suzy, if she promises to be a good girl from now on. What do you think?"

The girls expressed agreement that I should be spared further punishment. "OK Suzy," Jennifer said, still holding the string, "thank you for licking the floor. Now get up and go clean yourself up, and touch up your makeup, because now you must go into town and buy your own tampons. You can't expect to use ours all the time, can you?"

"But Miss Jennifer," I pleaded, "I can't leave here looking like this. I could get into trouble."

"SUZY," Jennifer yelled, and at the same time she yanked the tampon string, which caused me to involuntarily yelp, "don't disobey! You look just fine, so don't worry. Now get up and get yourself ready. And while you're at the store, buy yourself some lipstick and nail polish. And get a roll of film, so that we can expand your cute portfolio. Now hurry!"

""Oh, Suzy, while you're there, pick me up a package of Kotex napkins," Amy added, laughing, "I'm on my period too, Suzy, just like you!"

"Yes, Miss Amy," I said as I slowly got up off the floor while the girls watched, smiling. I didn't even try to straighten my pantyhose and panties; instead I just hobbled off towards the bathroom, my steps constrained by the panties around my thighs and by my high heels. I could feel the drying semen smeared around my lips; I hoped it wasn't visible to the girls.

Part 10

"You know, girls," Jennifer said "I never knew how tough I guess I am. I really enjoy making Suzy grovel. Maybe I'm just a bitch." The girls were sitting on the back patio, facing the blue sea. By now the sun was in mid-sky, and the temperature was warming.

"I'm sure Suzy thinks you're a bitch," laughed Sandy. "I wonder how she's doing in there. Can't you just picture her in the bathroom, straitening her panties, wiping cum off her face, and touching up her lipstick. It's kinda fun making a guy into a girl."

"And sticking a tampon up Suzy's butt was a real trip," Jennifer laughed. "I think I'll make her keep it in there for a week, just to give her a feeling for the real thing."

"There's no doubt we can make Suzy do whatever we say," Melissa added. "I mean, did you see her licking up her semen off the floor? I never imagined a guy could be made to do that. Suzy must be really weak willed."

"Well, maybe she enjoys it. I mean, she did come and all, so it must have been enjoyable for her," said Mary. "I read an article once in Playgirl about men that like punishment."

"Maybe we better watch out, or Suzy will be begging us to let her come over every weekend just so she can be degraded," laughed Amy. "Wouldn't that raise our boyfriends' eyebrows."

"Speaking of boys," interrupted Sandy, "it would be kinda nice to cruise the beach for a while. Watching Suzy jerk off kinda got me hot for a real man. Maybe we should dump our little slave-girl and get down to business?"

"No," Jennifer immediately exclaimed. "Don't worry, there's plenty of guys on the beach for you all. I'm enjoying making our little girl squirm. I'm not done with Suzy yet! You girls go ahead and hit the beach; I think I'll keep our little slave-girl company when she goes to town."

Part 11

Blushing from embarrassment, I at last made my way to the bathroom and closed the door, freeing me from the girl's gaze. An unfamiliar reflection stared at me from the mirror, a strange creature all girl, except for the penis limply hanging in open view; a girl whose half lowered panties and pantyhose revealed smoothly shaved legs. My hair was messed, as was my makeup. Looking closer in the mirror, I saw that my semen had caused my lipstick to smudge, making a red blotch around my mouth. After close inspection of my skirt and blouse, I was relieved not to find any stains.

Repeatedly I rinsed my mouth with water, but to no avail; I could not remove the taste, the smell, or the memory of what I had just done. Then I tried to calm myself down and think this all through rationally. There must be a way out. I'm a man, after all; it's wrong to let these young women force me into such degradation. But try as I might I could not think of a way out which would not jeopardize my career and my future. My only hope was to play along and hope that, come Monday, this would all be in the past.

Carefully I removed my smudged makeup, and reapplied a fresh coat. I was surprised that this wasn't so difficult after all, and in fact was in a way enjoyable; at least those girls weren't watching me and laughing at me as long as I was in the bathroom. After about twenty minutes I had finished; now, I realized with apprehension, I would have to leave the security of this beachhouse and go out into the world, dressed as a girl. My only hope was to look and act like a girl, so that nobody would notice me. I checked my purse; luckily my keys and wallet were inside.

When I stepped out of the bathroom the house was empty; apparently the girls had went outside or walked to the beach. I decided to slip away to the store; maybe hide out for a while, then return later in the afternoon with what I was commanded to buy. By doing that, at least Sandy couldn't say that I disobeyed.

Exiting the front door into the sunlight, I was so nervous my hands shook. What ridicule, or worse, would be hurled at me if any others realized I was a really a man? As quickly as I could in my high heels, I walked to my van, opened the door, and got in. Luckily no neighbors had been around to see me. I had started the van and began to back out of the driveway when Jennifer, tall and beautiful in her shorts and pink t-shirt, ran to the van and tapped on the passenger door.

"Oh Suzy girl," she said, "stop and let me in!"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, my hopes dashed.

"Oh, Suzy, you look so pretty! And you did such a good job fixing your makeup. Are you sure you've not dressed up before this? Some guys do, you know."

"No, Miss Jennifer," I said, trying to be pleasant like I had been ordered to be, "I've never worn girls clothes before."

"Well, you should. They just seem so natural on you," she laughed. There really wasn't much in the way of stores on the island; Jennifer directed me to a large drug store located in a strip center about 2 miles from Melissa's beachhouse. All the parking places were taken, so I had to park a block away and walk to the store. I could feel my heart beating with fear and apprehension as Jennifer and I walked to the store.

Part 12

Before we entered Jennifer said to me, "Suzy, you go buy your feminine hygiene products. I'm sure you know just what to get! In the meantime, I'm going to buy some snacks. Oh, and by the way, in there, you better act like you don't know me, or else! I wouldn't want anyone to think I hang around with a pervert like you." With that she walked off, leaving me standing alone in front of the busy store.

It was a large store, one of a major national chain which sold much more than just drugs. Being the start of the vacation season, the store was crowded with shoppers, mostly women there to purchase odds and ends for the weekend. Self-conscious and frightened, I carefully viewed my surroundings. I couldn't help but notice that all the women were, like Jennifer, very casually dressed in shorts, sandals, and colorful tops. Other than the clerks, I was the only one in the store wearing a skirt, and I was the only person there wearing high heels, all of which made me feel very conspicuous.

I had a cold sweat as I walked through the store; soon I found an aisle filled with women's products. I wanted to hurry but I knew that if I missed anything, or picked the wrong item, Jennifer would send me back for more.

Fingernail polish was easy. There were a hundred various shades of red, so I just picked a bright red bottle that looked to be about the same color as my nails. Lipstick was about the same; I tried to match this with my nail polish. I proceeded down the aisle to the tampon section. There seemed to be an unusually vast array of different types, which confused me as I thought it was a pretty much standardized item. I ended up selecting a box of regular sized tampons. As I grasped the box from the shelf, I realized that these were for me, and I would be made to wear them. I could not believe what was happening to me!

This left Amy's request for Kotex napkins. As I looked over the selection a woman about my age, pretty with dark hair, came up and took a package of them. I followed suit, selected the same kind, then followed her to the checkout counter. There was a line of about five women in front of me; I got behind the woman I had been following.

The line moved slowly. I kept my gaze down so as to avoid any eye contact, figuring that would be the best way to avoid attention. Suddenly somebody bumped into me so hard that I dropped my purchases onto the floor.

I froze for a second; I could feel my face blush as the others in line turned to see what had happened.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, Miss! It was an accident!" It was Jennifer's voice. Clearly she had purposely done it to draw attention to me. I briefly glanced at her then quickly bent down to pick up the nail polish, lipstick, and the Kotex package. My package of tampons had landed near the lady in front of me, who picked it up and handed it to me.

"Thank you," I said to her in as quiet and feminine a voice as I could.

Oh, Miss, please say you'll forgive me," Jennifer said loudly so that all could hear.

"That's OK," I said, pretending not to know her, "nothing broke."

"What was that, Miss," Jennifer replied, "I couldn't hear you."

"I said that it's no problem." This time I spoke louder, and apparently did not successfully disguise my voice, as the ladies in front of me turned around and looked at me again.

"Oh thank you, Miss. I'm so clumsy sometimes! My, I really like your skirt! Tell me, did you buy it here on the island, or in Corpus?"

"No," I said, blushing, "no, I'm from Dallas."

"Oh, that's nice," Jennifer said. "Say...., what's wrong with your voice?"

I didn't answer. I turned away from Jennifer, but now the woman in front of me was watching me.

"Miss...," Jennifer said, continuing to play the role of a dumb blond, "you are a woman, aren't you? I mean, like your voice sounds a bit like a man's....but...a....Oh, I'm sorry! Sometimes I just talk too much! I suppose you just have a cold, right?"

"Yes, I have a cold," I replied unconvincingly, "now please leave me alone."

"I'm sorry, sir...I mean Ma'am! Oh, please forgive me. I'm all mixed up," Jennifer said. But by now she had done her damage. All the people around me were now sneaking glimpses of me. It was bad enough being dressed as a woman, but it was even worse having to purchase kotex napkins and tampons while dressed as a woman.

Finally I reached the counter. The clerk, a teenaged Mexican girl, very dark and very pretty, was smiling as I set my goods on the counter; she had overheard Jennifer's comments and had apparently decided that there was indeed a male body under my blouse, skirt, and makeup.

"Please include a roll of film," I said, pointing under the counter to the roll I wanted.

"Yes, ma'am," she said, after which she started to giggle.

"Are these really for you," the clerk said as she rung up the tampons.

"Yes, they are," I replied, embarrassed.

"But, what would you do with these? I mean, the other lady said you are a man, didn't she? All this is really weird," laughed the clerk.

"Gee, I was wondering that same thing," Jennifer said, butting into our conversation, and still playing the role of a stranger to me. "Just what do you do with tampons, if you don't mind me asking? I don't really care..., I'm just curious. But what can a transvestite do with tampons? I see why you need your nail polish and your lipstick, but tampons? Please tell us?"

Jennifer was doing everything she could to humiliate me, but what could I do? If I lied, or ignored her, then she would have Sandy punish me.

"Ah...," I stutterred, "I..a..use them once a month...ah...just like all girls do...but...ah...only I...ah...use them in my...ah....behind..."

"In your behind," the Mexican girl exclaimed, surprised and a bit embarrassed. She giggled as she gave me my change. As I turned to walk away Jennifer said, "you know, Miss, that's a good idea! I bet it makes you feel like a real woman. It sure is fun to be a girl, isn't it?"

"Yes," I replied, embarrassed, "being a girl is nice." Then I quickly walked out the store and hurried back to the safety of my van. I could hear the clerk giggling as I left.

Part 13

It was about five minutes before Jennifer returned to the van. "You did very well, Suzy," she said after getting in, "and I really like the lipstick and nail polish colors you chose. All so very feminine!"

"Thank you, Miss Jennifer," I said as I started to drive back to the beachhouse.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. The other girls put me in charge of you. They said I could do whatever I want to do with you. Doesn't that make you happy?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I lied, "I'm very pleased." Of all the people to be in charge of me, why her, I thought to myself.

"Tell me, Suzy, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer, you are pretty," I replied. And in truth she was very pretty. But why was she asking me, I wondered.

"Don't you wish, Suzy girl, that you were pretty like me? Go ahead and say it. Tell me how you long to be a beautiful girl!"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, remembering Melissa's instructions to me about how I must act like I want to be a girl, or else. "It would be nice to be a beautiful woman such as you."

"Well, Suzy girl, maybe your dream can come true," Jennifer said, laughing. "You already look like a pretty girl. Next you can assume your proper role!"

Part 14

When we reached Melissa's house I parked the van, grabbed my purse and the sack of items from the drug store, and followed Jennifer in. I noticed that Melissa's neighbor, a large, middle aged man with a beard, was outside washing his car. At least there was no chance that he would recognize my male gender, dressed as I now was.

"Hurry up, Suzy," Jennifer yelled at me. But my high heels made it impossible to run or even to walk at a normal pace.

Inside the others had put on their swim suits and were just about to head to the beach. Each of them had exceptional figures. Most wore two piece swimsuits, except for Mary, who wore a flowered print one piece suit.

"Suzy, show the others what you bought," Jennifer demanded, "and also describe the items to us. Like show and tell in grade school."

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I said. I set the package on the coffee table and, blushing from embarrassment, began my little show as the girls, all dressed in their skimpy swimsuits, sat around watching me.

"First I removed the nail polish from the sack. "This is red nail polish to make my fingernails and toenails look pretty," I said.

"Very good, Suzy girl," Jennifer said. "Please go on!"

Next I removed the lipstick, saying "This lipstick will make my lips red and beautiful, and it does match my nail polish."

"Show us, girl," Amy said. "Touch up your lipstick for us!"

Embarrassed, I did as Amy commanded; nervously I opened the tube and, with trembling hands, applied some to my lips, then made a kissing motion like I had seen girls do in television commercials.

"Oh, Suzy is so sexy," Amy said, laughing.

Next I removed the box of Kotex napkins. "Miss Amy, I bought these for you. I hope they are what you wanted."

Why thank you, Miss Suzy," Amy gushed, "I bet you had fun buying these!"

And finally I removed the box of tampons. "And these are...tampons. They are for me to use...," I stuttered, having difficulty getting any words out.

"Oh," Jennifer said, "and tell us, Suzy, when do you use your tampons?"

"I use my tampons when I...ah...have my period," I replied, embarrassed, still holding the tampon package in my hand.

"Oh, Suzy," gushed Amy, "you are such a GIRL! I'll bet that when you were sucking my toes this morning, you were really wishing that you were sucking something else. You know, just like naughty girls do!"

"Well," Melissa said, "maybe later we can help make Suzy's fantasy come true, but for now, let's hit the beach. And of course, Suzy girl, you will do whatever Jennifer tells you to do, won't you?"

"Yes, Miss Melissa," I answered meekly.

"She better," Sandy warned ominously, "or else our dear Suzy will have a very uncomfortable time next week at work!"

"Girls, I'm going to shower and change into my swimsuit, then I'll meet you all at the beach," Jennifer said. "Suzy will help me clean up. Suzy, get over here and help me undress. NOW!"

"But Miss Jennifer," I pleaded, "shouldn't you wait until they leave?" I had no desire to help Jennifer undress, at least not in the capacity I was now in, and I surely did not want to do it until the others left.

"Shut up, slave girl! You will just do what I say. Now get over here....get down on your knees and take my shoes off..." I did as Jennifer commanded. Still dressed in my skirt and high heels, I began to undress Jennifer, much as a servant girl probably undressed her princess back in the middle ages.

"Very good, Suzy. Now pull down my shorts, carefully....., yes, very well. Next my panties. Come on, girl, remove my panties!"

I was kneeling down in front of Jennifer. I shuddered as I grasped her lacy pink panties and pulled them down her legs, slowly. Rather than heading directly to the beach, the other girls watched, apparently curious as to what Jennifer was up to now. After I had removed her panties, I was left kneeling before her, my face at about the same level as her pussy. Tall, blond, and beautiful, Jennifer stood before me like a goddess, naked except for the T-shirt she wore.

"Suzy," Jennifer said, as if oblivious to the girls watching us, "I saw how well you licked up the floor this morning. Maybe you can use that tongue to clean me, too. Go ahead girl, lick me!"

"Yes..., Miss Jennifer..., I will do as you say..," I said, as if in a trance, and bent my face towards her pussy, sticking out my tongue. Just as I felt my tongue touch her pubic hair, she yelled.

"Suzy! Shame on you! I'm not dirty there, girl!" Then she turned around, so that her rear was now facing me.

"Now, my little slave-girl, get to work! Clean me up. And do a good job, girl, or else!"

I had not really wanted to lick Jennifer's vagina in front of the other girls, but at least that would have been somewhat normal. But this! And in front of five pretty girls? How could I? But if I didn't, I knew what Sandy would do.

I blushed. My eyes glanced about the room; I saw all the girls watching me, clearly wondering what I would do. But what could I do, except obey?

Jennifer's buttocks were firm and smooth; she had only a little hair in her crack. I leaned forward and began to lick around her crack. Luckily she was clean, and I couldn't taste or smell much.

"Enough of the easy stuff, Suzy," Jennifer said after a minute of my licking her. "Now put that tongue inside my hole. Deep inside my hole. Clean it up real good, girl!"

I had no choice. As the girls watched and Jennifer laughed, my tongue felt out the location of her hole, and then pushed into it. Now I could taste and smell Jennifer. I grimaced and pushed my face against her ass, so as to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper into her body.

"Look, everyone," I heard Amy say loudly, "Suzy is also a skilled ass licker! I wonder where she managed to learn all her skills so well?"

There were two bright flashes as Amy took more photos of me being degraded.

"What does it feel like, Jennifer," asked Melissa.

"It actually feels kinda nice," Jennifer replied casually as I continued to force my tongue in and out of her hole. "In fact, it kinda tickles. Our fem slave is doing such a good job, maybe she can clean all of us."

"No way! I don't want that slut's tongue inside me," Sandy said.

"Oh, Sandy, you just don't know what you're missing," exclaimed Jennifer. "OK, Suzy girl, that's enough for now, but the next time I go potty I may have you clean me again. You do a much better job than toilet paper! Now don't you think you should thank me for allowing you the privilege of touching my beautiful body," Jennifer said as the girls laughed.

"Yes..., thank you, Miss Jennifer....for letting me lick you...." I replied, dazed by what was all happening.

"Be more specific girl," Jennifer commanded, "you are thanking me for what?"

"Miss Jennifer, thank you for letting me lick your asshole," I replied, humiliated.

"Very well, slave girl. Now just look at you; your makeup is a mess! Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up. And take my panties with; you'll have to rinse them out for me. Now Hurry!"

Quickly I rose from my kneeling position. I could still taste Jennifer. I noticed all the girls looking at me with amusement and astonishment as I bent down to pick up Jennifer's pink panties.

As I started walking towards the bathroom, with my high heels clicking against the floor, I heard Amy say "Suzy, before a servant girl takes leave of her masters, she must curtsy. So turn around and curtsy to us, like a good little maid."

"Oh, yes," Sandy added, "be a good girl. Ask us for permission to leave, and then curtsy. Where are your manners, anyway?"

Dejected, I stopped walking, turned towards the girls, and asked, "May I be excused, please?"

"I suppose so," Amy said, "after all, you've managed to smear your lipstick all over your face."

"But first, tell us, how did Jennifer's butt hole taste," Melissa asked, laughing.

"Miss Melissa, Miss Jennifer's rear did not taste good to me," I replied.

"Well maybe not, girl, but you had better get used to it," Melissa exclaimed. "Now curtsy and get out of here!"

"Yes ma'am," I said. I carefully grasped the sides of my skirt and bent my knees momentarily, causing me to bob down in a curtsy motion. The girls all laughed. "Very good, Suzy! You are such a good little maid," Amy said as I left the room and went into the bathroom.

Part 15

"Jennifer," Melissa said after Suzy had left the room, "I can't believe what you just did! I've never imagined anyone could be forced to do that!"

"Maybe you ought to give Suzy a little break," Mary added, "after all, she never did anything bad to us. In fact, she was trying to help you and Sandy by bringing you two down here, wasn't she?"

"Screw Suzy. I'll do what I want with our little maid. After all, if she doesn't like it, she can always leave," Jennifer said defiantly as she slipped her shorts back on.

"I agree," Amy said. "Make our little she-male squirm. She'll soon wish she really were a girl, just like us!" With that, the girls went out to sunbathe, except for Jennifer, who drove off to town.

Part 16

It took me about thirty minutes to clean up, reapply my makeup, and rinse out Jennifer's pink panties. After rinsing them, I carefully hung them over the shower curtain rod. I had barely finished when Jennifer opened the bathroom door.

"Here, Suzy," she said as she handed me an item of clothing, "put on this swimsuit while I go and change into mine. Then we'll go down to the beach."

"But Miss Jennifer," I said, caught off guard. "I can't wear a girl's swimsuit! Please don't make me go outside anymore. Not like this. Please!"

"What do you mean, you can't go out in girl's clothes? Suzy, you are a girl now, and a slave girl at that. Get used to it, slut, and maybe you'll have some fun, at least. Now you've got ten minutes to get into that swimsuit, or I'll take you out to the beach naked. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied sadly. Was there no end to my torture?

I returned to the bathroom and undressed; carefully I removed my skirt and blouse, then my high heels, pantyhose, and slip. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment because I was able to remove my pantyhose without running them. I grasped the swimsuit and held it up in front of me; it had small blue flowers with a pink background: a very feminine item indeed! Luckily it wasn't a two piece swimsuit or a bikini. It also had firm cups, as if it had a support bra built into it.

With a bit of difficulty I removed my bra, and then pulled the swimsuit up over my smooth legs. Once I had wiggled into the snugly fitting swimsuit, I carefully inserted my two artificial breasts. Apprehensively I looked into the full length mirror; I was relieved to see what appeared, at first glance at least, to be a rather typical girl, a little skinny and thin in the hips, but not noticeably so. Maybe I could get through this with a minimum of embarrassment, I thought to myself.

"Get out here, Suzy girl," Jennifer yelled. Quickly I grabbed my purse and left the bathroom. Jennifer stood in the living room watching me as I approached her; she wore a skimpy yellow two piece swimsuit and sandals, and carried a pink beach bag filled with towels. Her swimsuit showed off her shapely figure and soft breasts. She was so pretty! As I remembered how, just minutes ago, I had been forced to caress her naked ass with my tongue, I found myself growing hard which, because of the tight swimsuit, was readily apparent to Jennifer.

"Suzy! What's that little problem down between your legs? Are your clothes turning you on, or do I turn you on? Tell me!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Jennifer," I responded to her command. "You are very pretty in your swimsuit. That's what's causing my problem, Miss Jennifer."

"Well, Suzy," Jennifer scolded, "you just happen to look quite pretty too, standing there wearing my pretty pink swimsuit. But I happen to like real men, not men that wear makeup, swimsuits, and shave their legs! Face it, slave girl, no woman will ever want you! You may be good to laugh at, and you do a great job of licking our toes and assholes, but that's all. Yet who knows, Suzy girl, maybe you can find a man who will think you cute, and will stick it in you. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, GIRL?" Jennifer laughed. Her attack on my manhood caused my erection to quickly disappear.

"No, Miss Jennifer," I protested feebly, "I'm not like that."

"Not like that! Suzy," Jennifer said with an air of absolute authority, "you are a slut. A slut who will do whatever you are told to do. You like being treated like a whore. And you are definitely not a man! Here, you carry these and follow me to the beach." She handed me the pink beach bag and ordered me to also carry an ice chest that she had set by the door. I took both and shamefully followed her out the door. The sun glared, half blinding me. I followed silently as Jennifer walked down to the water's edge, then turned and walked south along the beach. The waves themselves seemed to laugh at me as they broke onto the white sands. We walked for about a half mile along a deserted beach, then reached the edge of the public beach section. This area was crowded. Little boys and girls ran out into the waves, laughing and yelling. Many of the swimmers had large umbrellas set up to provide respite from the sun. Carrying my purse, the stuffed beach bag, and the ice chest, I was having too hard a time just keeping up with Jennifer to be self-conscious of my appearance.

Towards the middle of the public beach Jennifer finally located the girls. Although the beach was fairly crowded, the girls were not nearer then 100 feet to anybody else. They had rented a large umbrella, under which Mary and Melissa sat, reading magazines. The others were sun bathing. When I approached them wearing Jennifer's pink swimsuit and carrying my purse, the beach bag, and the cooler, the girls stared at me in disbelief. Clearly they hadn't expected me to appear in public wearing a woman's bathing suit.

"Look, everybody," Amy exclaimed after a moment of embarrassing silence, "it's Suzy! She's joining us at the beach! I guess she just wants to be `one of the girls'!"

"Hi, Suzy," Mary said as I set the cooler down near her, "was this your idea, or Jennifer's?"

"Miss Mary," I replied, almost in tears, "Jennifer ordered me to join her here. I hope you don't mind. I'll try to keep out of the way."

"Oh, Suzy, calm down," Mary said. "After all, nobody's holding a gun at your head and forcing you to be here, are they? If you really wanted to, you could just up and leave right now. You do still remember how to wear pants, don't you? So don't complain to me about your predicament. Now, be quiet and just act like a girl, and everything will be OK. I know Jennifer and some of the others have been a little tough with you, but don't let it get to you. I'm sure that they will keep their end of the bargain when this weekend is over, and that nobody at work will ever hear about your temporary sex change. Besides, you do look kinda cute all dolled up!"

"Thank you, Miss Mary," I replied sincerely. It seemed that Mary was the only one of the girls that was truly kind. But how could she say I wasn't being forced into this? I was. I had no choice. Couldn't Mary see that?

"Hey, slave girl," Jennifer called out. "Spread out my beach towel, and then I want you to apply suntan lotion onto me. And hurry!"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied as I abruptly broke off my conversation with Mary and took a towel from the beach bag. After Jennifer sat on the towel, she had me carefully apply lotion onto her skin. I started with her back, and carefully worked around, applying lotion over her entire beautiful body. The contact with such a beautiful girl exited me, and unfortunately I found myself getting hard. Jennifer noticed immediately.

"Look, girls," she exclaimed, "our little princess is getting excited."

It took them a few seconds to determine what Jennifer was talking about, but soon they all gazed at the crotch of my swimsuit.

"Jennifer," Melissa said, "I think your little slave likes you! So, what do you think..., will you show her some affection too?"

"Are you kidding," laughed Jennifer. "I'm not into little fem-princesses! No way! Suzy might be able to get into my pants, all right, since they do fit her well. And she can wash my panties and lick my behind. But she'll never ever touch me in that way! Now say you're sorry, Suzy."

"Yes...,Miss Jennifer...I'm sorry..., I don't deserve to think such thoughts about you...", I said, unsure of what Jennifer wanted of me.

"That's OK, slave girl. Tell us, are you hungry?"

"Why yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, surprised that she showed any concern about my well being, "I'm very hungry. All I've eaten today was your breakfast scraps."

"Well, girls, I was so nice that I stopped at the novelty shop up the beach and bought Suzy something to snack on," Jennifer said, as she handed me a brown paper sack. "Here, slave girl, open it up and have some."

"Thank you, Miss Jennifer," I replied happily. All the girls watched as I took the sack and opened it. I had hoped to find a donut or perhaps a cold sandwich. Instead I was shocked by what was in the bag.

I stared at my right hand, so smooth, with my long red nails; this hand held what looked to me to be an object in the shape of an erect penis! It was about five inches long, with a popsicle stick extending from the base to grasp; it was pinkish red in color, and worst of all it had a head on it that was without question a copy of the head of a penis. My mouth dropped in astonishment; I was surprised, embarrassed, humiliated, and also hurt that Jennifer and the girls would pull such a terrible trick on me.

Everyone was silent for a few long moments as I stared at the object in my hand. Apparently all the girls, except Jennifer, were as surprised as I was. I looked up at Mary; she was so ashamed that she turned away, unwilling to look at me as I now was.

"Well, Suzy, aren't you going to thank me," laughed Jennifer. "It's a sucker, sort of a giant sized lollipop, but with a unique shape just for you! I'm sure it will taste oh so good! Go ahead, put it in your mouth, girl!"

"No, Miss Jennifer...., I can't...., please don't make me...," was my rather dazed reply.

"Suzy! You can't refuse Jennifer's order. Shame on you, girl," Amy said in mock seriousness.

"That's right," added Melissa. "Besides, sucking that big thing will give you good practice, just in case you find a boyfriend today."

"If you don't do what Jennifer says, you will really regret it later," said Sandy ominously.

"Enough! Suzy, you've hurt my feelings, girl. I thought you would be happy to have a snack. Now sit down here under the umbrella and enjoy your big treat. And smile! A girl as pretty is you should be happy all the time," Jennifer ordered.

What could I do now? If I refused, my whole life could forever change. Better to suffer for a day or two, then for a lifetime.

I sat on a pink towel in the shade of the large umbrella. It seemed that so far none of the others on the beach had taken notice of us. Only the girls watched as I removed the plastic covering from my "snack" and, holding the stick that extended from the sucker's base, raised it towards my glossy red lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked it; it was in fact a sucker, albeit with a most unusual shape.

After several careful licks, I heard Jennifer loudly command, "Come on, Suzy, don't just lick it. Put it in your mouth, girl!"

"Yes," Amy added, "put it in your mouth, deep throat Suzy! I just know you want to!"

As the girls watched in amazement and amusement, I did as Jennifer commanded. I opened my mouth and guided the sugar-penis in. First only the head, which I sucked for a minute, then nearly all of it, before I removed it from my mouth with a slurping sound.

"Oh, Suzy, you do that just so well! Are you sure you haven't had the real thing in your mouth before? Come on, girl, tell us the truth," Melissa probed.

"No, Miss Melissa," I replied, swallowing hard.

"Now Suzy," Jennifer said, "We are gonna go scope out the beach. You stay here and practice your technique on your sucker. Keep an eye on our things. And remember, KEEP SUCKING!"

"Here, girl, you can read my magazine until we get back," Amy said as she handed me the Glamour magazine she had been reading.

"Be a good little girl," Sandy said, laughing, as the girls walked away, leaving me alone sitting on a crowded public beach, wearing Jennifer's pink swimsuit, reading a woman's magazine, and sucking a penis-shaped lollipop. How, I wondered, could things get worse? Only one way..., if I got up and left, and Sandy followed through with her threat!

Part 17

The six pretty girls slowly meandered along the beach as incoming waves lapped their ankles; most of the time they talked of, and looked over, the guys they passed, but occasionally their talk returned to the odd "girl" they had left behind.

"Well, maybe I'm strange, but I kinda feel sorry for her," Mary said, speaking with a slight spanish accent. The sun glistened in her dark hair as she walked. "It's just not right to turn a guy into that."

"Into what," Melissa asked.

"You know..., into a girl..and even... into a whore."

"Mary's right," Rebecca said. "Suzy doesn't really deserve it. She probably feels terrible, having to wear girls clothes and all."

"And that sucker! Talk about gross! I nearly threw up when I saw Suzy take it into her mouth," Mary added.

"Hell," Jennifer said, "you girls are just wimps. How many times have you had guys force you into doing something you really didn't want to do? Well, it's the same thing, only now we can make the male feel uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable! Now that's an understatement. With that tampon up her butt, and that penis thing in her mouth, I bet she feels a bit more than uncomfortable," said Amy with a laugh.

"I say we continue to enjoy our little toy. Who agrees with me?

Amy, Sandy, and Melissa immediately sided with Jennifer; only Rebecca and Mary did not jump on the bandwagon.

"OK, then, whatever you all choose," Mary said. "I'll watch, but I don't think I'll join in the fun. Now enough of that; let's look at the real guys!"

With that they resumed their boy watching as they casually walked along.

Part 18

I sat under the umbrella, reading the magazine and trying to suck the "lollipop" as inconspicuously as possible. Luckily, in the shade of the umbrella I wasn't clearly visible to anyone at any distance. I focused on the magazine so as to keep my eyes from encountering anyone's gaze. I had initially hoped the sucker would quickly dissolve into an unrecognizable shape, but this wasn't happening; apparently this snack was made of a very hard candy.

About fifteen minutes passed; I started to relax a bit, as at least now the girls weren't around to laugh at me.

"Wow! Look at that thing! What is it you are sucking on?"

I froze for a second, then looked up to see two teenaged girls standing near me. Both wore bikinis and had long hair; one was tall and blond, the other had auburn hair and was shorter. Both were thin, halfway between girlhood and womanhood.

"Well..., it's just a sucker," I replied evasively.

Both approached me and with the informality that teenagers are so good at, the blond one said, "But look at it, it's in the shape of boy's penis! That's really a strange sucker! Does it taste good?"

"Yes," I replied, hoping they would leave, "it tastes like a cherry lollipop."

At this point they both stared at me, looking me over carefully; I blushed bright red.

"Hey," the shorter girl said, "you're not really a woman, are you? You're like a man, a she-male, aren't you?"

"Is it true," the blond inquired. "C'mon and tell us."

"Yes, it's true," I replied stressfully, "Now please leave me alone. Please."

"Hey, don't have a breakdown or anything," the shorter girl said. "It's OK. You don't really look like a guy, you know. You make a nice girl. We weren't saying you were ugly or anything."

"But gosh," the other girl said, "even real girls don't go around sucking on candy cocks! That's kinda gross and all. Why you want to do that?"

"I was just hungry," I replied sheepishly.

"Oh sure," the blond said as she knelt down in the sand next to me, "Like we're gonna believe that! I bet you're just trying to attract guys! They'll see you sucking on that thing, get all horney, and come on to you. Is that it? You want to find a guy that will treat you like a girl, I mean, sexually?"

"You know, mister or miss, whatever you are, that's not how real girls attract guys," said the other girl, who then started giggling.

"And besides, what will you do if they find out you aren't real? I can just see it, the guy tries to feel you up and Oh, Surprise Time!" The blond laughed at her joke..

"Please," I begged them, "please leave me alone."

"Oh, OK, we'll leave you be. We weren't trying to bug you or anything. But first, stand up so we can see how nice you look. Please...", said the shorter girl.

"OK, if you promise not to laugh at me, and if you promise to leave me alone," I replied, eager to do anything to get these two out of her before the girls returned.

"It's a deal..., what's your name," the blond asked as I rose from my towel.

"Ah, I'm Suzy," I said. After all, looking as I was, I couldn't give my male name.

"Suzy! I've got a sister named Suzy. It's a pretty name. You know, you don't look too bad, considering what you are and all," the blond teenager continued as she walked around me, looking me over. "Your legs are so smooth, just like a girl's. I suppose you shave your legs every day. But your hips aren't wide enough. Sort of like my sister's hips...she hasn't really fully developed yet, if you know what I mean. But you're an OK looking girl...., hey, go ahead and suck your lollipop for us! Then we'll leave. I promise."

Embarrassed, but eager to get these girls out of here, I did as she asked, putting the candy cock into my mouth as they watched. They both started giggling.

Very sexy, Suzy," the blond said,. "OK, we've gotta go. Wish you luck in whatever you're up to."

"Yea," said the other girl, "maybe you can trade that candy sucker for the real thing!" With that the girls ran off down the beach, laughing and talking animatedly.

Part 19

A couple of minutes after the teenagers left, I saw the girls walking towards me. Jennifer was looking over at me, so I quickly put the lollipop up to my mouth and began sucking on it again. I feared that Jennifer and Sandy would be angry if they saw that the lollipop was nearly the exact same size and shape as when they had given it to me.

"Suzy," Jennifer said as she walked up to me, "I see you're still enjoying your little snack. Is it good, slave girl?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied. I looked towards Mary, whom I now considered my only friend, and noticed that she grimaced and quickly turned away, as if embarrassed by my presence.

"Suzy's prick sure stays hard longer than the real ones I've had," Sandy joked. "Don't get spoiled, girl, cause you'll find your boyfriends' cocks get soft all too soon!" The girls laughed at the joke.

"Suzy," Jennifer said, "some of the other girls are a little embarrassed to have you around, particularly as you slurp on that finely shaped lollipop. Isn't that right, Mary?"

I looked towards Mary. She didn't respond to Jennifer's comment, but she avoided my eyes. It hurt me to realize she was so ashamed of me.

"So, girl, you and I are going to move away a bit, off there to the side of the public area. That way you and I can sunbath together, and of course you can apply my lotion, and - who knows - I may need to use the toilet, and there just might not be any toilet paper!" Jennifer laughed; I looked down towards the sand, avoiding the girls' stares.

Part 20

So once again I found myself following Jennifer, carrying my purse and her beach bag. I realized that my fate had become very much subject to her whims. The other girls, it seemed, could either take me or leave me, and in fact would probably be happier if I would just disappear. Even Sandy and Amy, who at first so enjoyed humiliating me, now seemed to want me gone. I, forced into femininity, prancing about like a little girl, had initially been an interesting novelty but was now becoming boring, even somewhat annoying. The girls' attentions had shifted to an much more enjoyable game, namely flirting.

But Jennifer was different; she clearly enjoyed making me grovel more than she cared about finding a guy. I imagine, as beautiful as she was, she had enjoyed the attentions of many handsome men. Flirting and sex was no big deal to her; she could have virtually any man she wanted, any time she wanted. But I was different; I was a toy she could play with, a man she could use for whatever she wanted. The men she had dated had always thought themselves superior to her (don't all men?), but I was so different. I was inferior to her in every way. She could force me to do anything. Jennifer enjoyed holding such power, and she was determined to use it.

And, strangely, I found myself, my very soul, becoming attached to her. Dressed as I was, so far from home, I was in a way very insecure and frightened. If Jennifer were to simply say to me, "get lost", what would I do? I didn't have my male clothes, I didn't have money, I didn't even have my car keys. I knew, deep in my soul I knew, how much I needed Jennifer. I was under her spell like a prisoner psychologically broken by his captors. I had become a Patti Hurst puppet, and Jennifer, my tormentor and my protector, held all my strings.

Part 21 "OK, slave girl," Jennifer said as we reached the edge of the public area, "Lay our towels down right here."

Yes, Miss Jennifer," I said, then quickly spread out her towel. She took a beer and magazine from the beach bag and sat down to sunbathe.

"Now, Suzy," she said, "I want you to sit right here next to me, just in case I need your services. And touch up your lipstick, girl!"

Not wanting to displease her, I hurriedly sat down, took my compact and lipstick from my purse, and using the compact's mirror, I carefully applied another coat of red to my lips, all under Jennifer's watchful eyes.

"You enjoy being a girl, don't you, Suzy?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, remembering the rules she had set down for me this morning.

"Very well. Now, you take your sucker back out and go to work on it. I want you to smother that thing with your lips and tongue, and you better look like you're enjoying the heck out of it. Or else! And by the way, don't try to hide it by covering your face or anything. You should be thankful I've chosen to feed you such a nice snack."

"But.., please, Miss Jennifer..., it would be better if nobody else could see...we could get into trouble...," I said, trying to change her mind.

"Shut up, princess, or you can walk back to Dallas while wearing only my pink swimsuit. Now get that sucker out!"

With a sigh of resignation, I took the candy penis from where I had hidden it in my purse. It was still very large. Its pink head seemed to laugh at me as I raised it to my lips. I blushed as I took it in my mouth, then withdrew it.

"I want you to slide your lips over it, in a good back and forth motion, just like the real think. C'mon girl, do it!"

I had no choice but to do as Jennifer commanded. I slid the sucker back and forth into my mouth. I knew the other girls, who sat off to the side and a bit further back from us, were close enough to see what I was doing.

"That's much better, Suzy. Now you look as if you are really enjoying your snack," she laughed. Once she was assured that I was properly following her commands, she went back to reading her magazine and drinking her beer.

A few minutes later a shadow fell over my towel; startled, I looked up and noticed a young man standing to the side of Jennifer. He looked to be about Jennifer's age, with fairly long dark hair and average build. He was grinning as he addressed Jennifer. Realizing how I must look to him as I worked on the lollipop Jennifer, I blushed and turned my eyes towards the sea so as to avert his gaze. But I had no choice but to continue to lick the candy penis.

"Hey, my name's John. I couldn't help but notice you two pretty girls sitting here all alone. Mind if I keep you company for a bit?"

Jennifer looked at him warily; her eyes seem to say that she wasn't interested in this guy. "Oh, that's OK, we don't really need any companionship," she said, but then after a moment she suddenly changed her mind, as if she had just gotten an idea. "But wait, John, sure you can join us, for a few minutes anyhow. Sit down and have a beer!" Jennifer directed him to sit between us; as he did so his foot inadvertently touched mine, which caused a shiver of fear to course through my body. What was Jennifer thinking of now, I wondered. I doubted that she was keen on flirting with this more or less average guy; he was not up to her standards. So why did she invite him?

Jennifer introduced me as Suzy, her "rather shy and quiet" friend, and had me give him a beer from the beach bag. As I reached for the beer I glanced towards where the girls sat; I saw Mary and Rebecca watching me as they talked. I had a feeling that I was the topic of their conversation.

After a bit of small talk John, who apparently had already had several beers, looked over at me, grinned and said "Well, Suzy, that's one heck of a lollipop! Does it have a chewy chocolate center?

"I don't know," I replied, raising my voice to a girlish pitch.

"Like I said earlier, Suzy's rather shy," Jennifer said to John. "She's never really had the real thing to suck, you know, so she's using a candy imitation to practice on. Who knows but that someday she will have a boyfriend to serve! Better she get used to it, you know, the size and shape and all, so she won't faint when she is faced with the real thing!"

Hearing Jennifer's suggestive comments, I couldn't help but blush like a demure young maiden. John's eyes opened wide, obviously astonished by these two sexually weird girls he had come across. "Yea..." was all he could think of to say.

"How about you, John," Jennifer continued after a moment, "you're a big boy. Do you have a candy penis down between your legs, or do you have the real thing?"

"Well, why don't you and I go off somewhere quiet, and I'll show you," he replied slyly, looking at Jennifer with undisguised desire.

"No thanks, I can do without sex," Jennifer replied without skipping a beat, "but maybe you'd like to show Suzy." My heart nearly stopped when I heard Jennifer's comment; damn her, I thought to myself, what is she trying to get me into now?

"Oh, I'd rather show you," John replied, ignoring me.

"Sorry," Jennifer said matter of factly, "it's Suzy or nothing." I hoped that, now spurned, he would get up and leave us. But he didn't. He sat there, looking at Jennifer and sipping his beer. Jennifer resumed reading her magazine, ignoring him completely. I shifted my position away from him a couple of inches, so as to send him the message, via body language, that I wasn't interested.

After about five minutes of silence, he looked over at me as if he were sizing me up. I continued to look away, trying to convey disinterest in him. Then he turned back to Jennifer and said, "OK; I'll show your friend. Where should we go?"

Jennifer looked up with a triumphant smile on her face; again she had managed to force a man to accept her terms. Her disdain for John was obvious; like me, he was just a toy for her to play with, another male mesmerized by her beauty. She was silent for a few moments, as if she were thinking things over.

"Why not right here? You sit close to me, on my towel. Suzy, you sit down on my towel, right there (she pointed to a spot between her knees and John's knees). John, drape Suzy's towel over your waist and legs. That's it."

John eagerly moved himself onto Jennifer's towel, such that he was sitting very close to her. I got off my towel and handed it to Jennifer.

"But, Miss Jennifer," I said, pleading, "I don't think I can do anything like...you know..."

"Suzy, sit down right now, OR ELSE," Jennifer commanded. You've managed to turn on this young man; just look at his trunks, after all. You should be pleased, Suzy, that he finds you so exciting!"

I looked at his swim trunks; his erection clearly showed.

"But Miss Jennifer," I continued to plead, "we're in public. We could be arrested. And besides, I'm not like that."

"Shut up and sit down, Suzy!" John, who was more or less drunk, seemed amused by how Jennifer was bossing me around. Still, it clearly hadn't entered his mind yet that I might not be female. Had he been sober, my voice, or my lack of thighs, or my Adam's apple, something would have probably cued him to the truth, in which case I would have been spared from this ordeal. But he just sat grinning as Jennifer ordered me around.

I did as she said, sitting between them, near their feet, but faced towards them rather than the sea. I glanced towards the girls and noticed they were watching us. Jennifer tossed the large towel over John's midsection.

"OK, Suzy girl, now's your chance. Lay down on your tummy, put your head under your towel, and enjoy!"

"But Miss Jennifer, please...please...don't make me..."

"DO IT!"

I looked at John's face, hoping he would maybe be changing his mind, but he was still grinning. Actually he was still ignoring me, instead looking towards Jennifer's thighs. A couple of tears trickled from my eyes, but my sadness failed to sway Jennifer at all. So this was it. I could either refuse, and accept the consequences, or I could do what Jennifer commanded.

Slowly I lay down upon my tummy. I felt my false breasts press against the beach. Lying there in my compromising position, I looked up again at Jennifer, hoping she would free me, but she sat there, smiling, intoxicated by the power she held over these two members of the "superior" sex.

"Come on, girl, get with it! You act as if you've never seen a penis before. Now get yourself under that towel and make your little boyfriend here happy," Jennifer ordered.

"Yes, Miss Jennifer, whatever you say..", I replied in a sad but resigned tone. I crawled up under the towel, and with difficulty I was able to pull John's swimming trunks down to his knees. Once freed, his erect penis popped up like a flagpole.

"Hurry up, girl, I'm horny," John barked. I heard Jennifer laughing. "Give Suzy a break," she said to John, "she's new at this, you know. A girl's first time is always the most difficult."

"Oh, and I suppose she's never been fucked before," I heard him say to Jennifer as I moved my face up near his groin.

"No. As a matter of fact, Suzy never has had sex with a man before, or to use your terminology, she's never been "fucked" before. At least not in the way you are thinking of", she laughed. Carefully I grasped the base of his erection with my right hand, and guided it into my mouth. It felt a bit softer than the candy one, and warmer. My mouth descended over it. I proceeded as if I was in a dream, as if it wasn't really me doing this. After all, how could it be me? How could all this really be happening? How could I be lying on a beach, wearing a woman's pink swimsuit, with my legs shaved and nails painted, sucking on a man's cock as if I were a real woman? I heard Jennifer and John talking, their words floating to me as if over some vast expanse. They talked not about me, but about some girl named Suzy. Who was this Suzy, I half wondered. Why was this name so familiar, yet so foreign?

"Oh yessss....," I heard him say. "She may be new at this, but she's good. I feel her wet, slippery mouth over my cock. That's it, girl, back and forth, girl, back and forth. Oh, your friend is good....very good...".

"Yes, I'm sure she is," Jennifer replied. "She probably just loves the taste of you. That Suzy is such a good GIRL, isn't she."

"A very good girl," he replied, " a very goooooood girl."

Part 22

"Look over there," Amy said excitedly. "I can't believe it! It looks like little Suzy is going down on that guy!"

The girls looked across the beach to where Jennifer and Suzy were sitting. Sandy started laughing. "Well I'll be," she said, "I believe she is! I guess our little coworker really does want to be a girl."

"Jennifer is crazy," Mary said. "It's not right to force a man to do that. It's like she's just cut his balls off, right in front of all of us."

"Well, I don't know if we should refer to Suzy as a man anymore. It looks to me like Jennifer has really transformed him into a girl. But you're right, Mary, Jennifer has turned Steven into a sissy she-male," Melissa said.

"After what Suzy's been through today, I doubt that she'll ever be able to consider herself a real man again. No," Rebecca continued, "I think Suzy is damaged goods from now on. A sissy. More girl than boy."

"Too bad," Mary said. "I thought he was an OK guy. In fact, at first I kinda was hoping he and I would get together. But you're right, Rebecca, now he's not a man anymore. He looks so pretty as a girl. And after seeing how he's used his mouth today, I surely would never want to kiss him or anything. I mean Suzy's still OK, and I still like her, but in a girl way. I'd maybe loan her one of my skirts to wear, but I wouldn't want her to like me or touch me or anything."

"Look close," Amy exclaimed. "You can see Suzy's head bobbing up and down under the towel. Hey, I'm going down there to see this up close." With that, she and the other girls got up from their beach towels and started walking towards where Jennifer sat.

Part 23

I took John's erect penis into my mouth. It felt large and warm; I could feel it tremble as my lips brushed its sensitive areas. Soon my saliva coated his shaft, and I began to raise and lower my head, taking it as deeply into me as possible, then sliding it out. In and out. After a couple of minutes I, tired from stress and afraid that the movement of my head under the towel would attract attention from others on the beach, just took it in and sucked, simultaneously rubbing it with my tongue. I imagined myself a woman, which wasn't hard to do, looking as I did; only when I was able to convince my psyche of my newly female sex did my actions seem less horrendous.

"Well, John," I heard Jennifer ask, "how does it feel. Is my little girlfriend doing a good job?"

"Just fine..., Just fine. It all feels real good. Maybe after this I could go and fuck your friend, too. I bet she would like that a lot."

"Oh, I'm sure Suzy would like that. She's such a vulnerable little girl, ripe for the picking! But I happen to know she's having her period today, because I borrowed her one of my tampons this morning. But who knows..., maybe some other day."

"Tell me, what does your friend do? I don't know anything about her," John muttered between low groans.

"Oh, Suzy's just a typical girl, she is. Works as a secretary in Dallas. Makes coffee for the guys in her office and such. Overall her life's kinda boring. A run in her pantyhose is enough to wreck her day. But she just loves to wear pretty clothes. You should see her in a short skirt and high heels!"

Jennifer and John continued talking while I held his prick in my mouth, wishing all the while I could go back to yesterday and just start all over again. If only I had never seen Sandy, had never talked to her in the cafeteria. I hoped I could finish my task with just sucking and licking, as maybe no one would notice if I could keep my head still. Maybe everyone, including the girls who I knew must be watching, would think I was just resting, with the towel over me to avoid sunburn.

After at least five or ten minutes I was suddenly startled by bright light. It took a moment before I realized what happened: someone had lifted the towel up!

My instinctive reaction was to look up towards the light, although what I should have done was pull the towel back over my head. So there I was, wearing only Jennifer's pink swimsuit, lying flat on my belly, with my head between John's legs, and his penis inserted fully into my mouth. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light; then I saw, standing and staring at me, all of the girls. Mary had a rather shocked look on her face, as if she had never witnessed such a thing. The others were all smiling.

"Oh, my, look at little Suzy. Such a naughty girl," exclaimed Amy.

"But she looks so natural lying there; she was definitely born to be a cocksucker," added Sandy, laughing.

Just at that moment John, apparently stimulated by the presence of so many cute girls, began to jerk uncontrollably. I knew what was happening. Terrified, I looked towards my master, Jennifer, hoping she might permit me to move my mouth before it happened. Jennifer looked at me sternly. "Real girls swallow their boyfriend's cum", she warned.

"Yea," Amy added, "particularly slutty girls!"

Because I had taken the penis deep into my mouth, the cum shot directly into my throat. My eyes opened wide, and for a second I thought I would choke. Thus after the first couple of shots, gagging from John's ejection, I instinctively moved my head off his penis. It remained erect, pointed directly at my face, and continued to spurt another half-dozen times. Cum shot onto my cheeks, my forehead, and my now-closed mouth. I closed my eyes; I could feel the sperm dripping off of me. I could hear someone giggling, it sounded like Jennifer but I couldn't be sure. I heard John groan softly.

"Oh gosh, I bet that tastes good, doesn't it, Suzy," Amy asked as I swallowed deeply.

"Suzy," said Sandy sternly, as if she were my older sister, "I am ashamed of you, girl! What would your friends back in Dallas say if they saw you like this. What a little whore!"

"Oh, don't be so hard on Suzy," Melissa said to Sandy. "After all, she did do a very good job of satisfying her boyfriend, didn't she. Now Suzy, look at your friend's cock. It's all messy, girl. You had better put it back in your mouth now to suck it clean, don't you think?"

"Yes," I heard Jennifer say, " Melissa's right. Put it back in your mouth now, until I tell you otherwise. DO IT, SUZY!"

I could do only as Jennifer commanded. John's penis, still erect, was only about two inches from my face. I glanced up at Jennifer; her stern look conveyed the finality of her decision. Almost in tears I turned to the penis; it was smeared with semen, and a large drop of it had gathered at the tip. As the girls watched I opened my mouth and, once again, took it into me. I closed my eyes and just held it there; again I imagined myself a girl, a pretty girl like Jennifer or like Mary. If I were a girl, all of this wouldn't be terrible; the girls would treat me as a friend rather than a repulsive creature. For the first time in my life I found myself longing to be a girl, just a regular girl.

"Suzy looks so content, lying there with her man. I think Suzy's found true love," Amy said sarcastically.

"Yea, it sure looks like it. But I think our girlfriend had better go back and clean herself up, before every guy on the beach comes on to her," Jennifer said.

"Well, Suzy's such a slut, she probably would like that if it happened," Amy replied.

"I know, I know, Amy, but I don't want my girlfriend to get arrested," Jennifer added. "OK, Suzy, that's enough for now. Take your purse and go back to the house, and take a shower."

"Hey, what about me," John said, finally coming to from his stupor, "I like this. Let her keep sucking."

"No, that's enough for now. But Suzy is planning on being at the Seabreeze Club tonight at eight. If you want her, look for her there."

"Oh, OK, I'll get lost, if that's what you want," he said, "but Suzy, you give a real good blow job. I'll maybe see you tonight, OK?"

I carefully removed his member from my mouth; it was clean now, and had started to soften. Coated with my saliva, it glistened in the sunshine. I noticed that some of my red lipstick had smeared onto it.

"Yes, and thank you," I replied, although of course I didn't mean it. I rose from the ground and took my purse. I felt a bit dizzy. The girls seemed to stare at me oddly.

"Shoo! Get going, girl! And after you finish with your shower, clean up the house. Now move it!"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, then turned and started to walk towards the beach. I felt as if every person on the beach was watching me, and saying terrible things about me. I was ashamed of what I had become, but also I now felt somehow more comfortable in my new female role. In fact, I even felt a sense of pride as I watched my feet step onto the sand; how very feminine they looked with their painted toenails. As I walked I remembered how Jennifer had called me her girlfriend, and a smile came to my semen-stained face. While it was true that Amy and Sandy had belittled me, maybe it was partly because of jealousy; after all, I had succeeded at being a girl, hadn't I? Maybe they subconsciously wished they had been able to satisfy a man like I had just done.

Part 24

"Damn if I've ever seen anything like that before," exclaimed Sandy as she and the other girls watched me walk up the beach until disappearing from their view. "I guess you can make our little fairy princess do just about anything, Jennifer!"

"Yes," Jennifer replied, grinning, "it appears so, doesn't it. I've got Suzy under my total control."

"So what are you planning to do with her...or him," Amy asked.

"You know," Mary said, "maybe you should let her go. This is all getting mighty weird, and who knows what could happen. This all must be affecting Suzy's self image."

"Self Image! Ha!," laughed Jennifer. "By the time I'm done with her, she'll be wishing for real breasts. Nice, soft, female breasts! Maybe Suzy's self image will be so screwed up that she'll take to wearing miniskirts to work. Maybe we can get her a receptionist's job! Anyway, at least we won't have to worry about her getting pregnant, do we!"

The girls all laughed at the joke, even Mary.

"So, Jennifer, what will you do with your little slave," asked Melissa.

"Oh, I don't really know," Jennifer said as she sipped from a wine cooler. "It's just kinda exciting having such control over a guy. I'll need to think it all over. But I'm definitely not going to let her free yet. Any ideas on how we can further degrade our little princess?"

"Well, Jennifer, I don't know about you, but I'm more interested in finding a real guy to have fun with, than in playing girl games with that little panty-waist," Rebecca said. The girls laughed as they resumed their boy-watching activities.

Part 25

After returning to Melissa's beach house, I immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. A strange curiosity drew me to the full length mirror in the brightly lit bath, where I slowly surveyed my image. I saw a girl: hairless body, breasts, painted nails, clad in a pink swimsuit. My face, too, still appeared feminine, even with my makeup ruined and dried semen splattered across it. I thought to myself how lucky I was to be thin and not at all muscular; even my biceps were thin and only when I purposely flexed them could they attain a masculine shape. I grasped my penis and pulled it back between my legs: I looked so smooth down there, just like a woman!

I stood under the shower for at least ten minutes, letting the water wash off all evidence of my sin. My remaining masculinity seemed also to fall from me and, after circling in whirlpool fashion several times, pour irretrievably down the drain. While stepping out and drying myself I decided that, from that moment forward, I would do everything I could to be Jennifer's girlfriend. I tried to rationally analyze my feelings for that girl, but was unable to do so: I loved and feared her, I admired her and even desired to imitate her. Yes, I wanted her sexually, but I would even be satisfied with just her loathing and humiliation. I wanted to have her, and I wanted to be her! I would gladly be her girlfriend, or her maid-servant, or even her slave!

I sat down before the vanity mirror, and carefully began to apply my makeup. This time it was not so humiliating; in fact, it was fun. I chose to apply heavy eye mascara, blusher, and bright red lipstick. When finished, I carefully donned my bra, put in the necessary inserts, slipped my panty girdle up my smooth girlish legs, and then put on a short pink slip that Jennifer had left for me. As I looked into the mirror I admired my femininity, so much so that I began to get an erection.

I picked up the blouse and skirt I had worn earlier this morning; luckily, they were not noticeably wrinkled. It took me another fifteen minutes to put on my pantyhose, blouse, skirt, and high heels. When finished, I looked at my image in the mirror and smiled; I hoped Jennifer would be pleased.

It didn't take long for me to pick up the house. I then went to work on scrubbing the kitchen floor by hand, being very careful not to stain my clothes or run my pantyhose. I was kneeling on a dishtowel wiping traces of dirt and sand from the floor when the door opened.

Part 26

"Good girl, Suzy! Nice to see you working so well as a maid. Now get up and come over here so that we can inspect you." Quickly I rose from my position on the kitchen floor and walked over to Jennifer. I purposely took dainty steps and tried to move my body in a girlish manner. The room was silent except for the clicking of my heels on the hardwood floor.

"Miss Jennifer, I tried my best to look nice for you," I said apprehensively.

"Put your hands above your head and turn around, like a ballerina," Jennifer commanded.

I did as commanded. Under the girls' gaze I swirled around so that my short skirt billowed outward, revealing my panties. I heard several girls giggle as they watched.

"Very well done, Suzy! So tell us now, do you like being a girl? Tell us in detail how it feels," Jennifer asked. She and the other girls sat down, resting, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the room.

"Yes, Miss Jennifer, I do enjoy being a girl, I really do. Just to wear your panties is an honor I don't deserve at all. How lucky I am! I feel much prettier now, without that ugly hair on my body...it just feels nicer. I only hope that you...all of you...will accept me as your girlfriend. Nothing could make me happier."

"And tell us, Suzy, how did you like having that cock in your mouth," Sandy asked with a snicker.

"Ah..., Miss Sandy," I hesitated. The memory of what I did caused me to blush. No, I didn't really like that, did I? "Well,...I guess it was all right, after all. I mean it did make me feel very much a female, just as if I was really a girl, after all. Yet it was very embarrassing, too, having all of you watching me like that. When you pulled that towel off me, I was so humiliated I nearly pee'd in my panties! But I did please him, didn't I? Doesn't that mean I'm kind of a woman, a real woman, like all of you are? I mean, real girls do just what I did, don't they? Anyway, after a while it felt OK and all, having it in my mouth, because it was what Miss Jennifer commanded me to do. I was scared at first, particularly when he started to come, but now I realize that I had a duty to satisfy him, a girl's duty to satisfy him."

"I will always do what Miss Jennifer asks. How could I do otherwise?"

"Well, little Suzy girl," Sandy snarled, apparently upset with my answer, "you are not a real female! You can wish and hope all you want, but you'll never be a girl. And you'll never be a real man again, either! You're just a slutty little pantywaist, Suzy!"

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Miss Sandy. I didn't mean...," I started to reply before Amy cut me off.

"Shut up, Suzy Pantywaist," she yelled. "You want to be my girlfriend? What a sick joke. You can kiss my ass, Suzy Pantywaist. Yea...do it! Get over here and kiss it, right now!"

I had no idea why or how I had upset Sandy and Amy so much. Frightened by their unexpected anger, I turned towards Jennifer for guidance. She looked at me without expression, while Amy removed her swimsuit.

"Come on, GIRLFRIEND, get over here and kiss it," Amy commanded. I looked over at her; she stood near the kitchen table, completely naked, looking very beautiful yet very angry also. Her body was young and shapely, her hips wide (unlike mine). All I had wanted was to be their friend. I thought that they would be happy I had finally accepted the role they had assigned me.

I approached Amy; she turned her back towards me. Without speaking I went to my knees, then leaned forward a bit until my lips touched her smooth behind. First I kissed her left cheek, then her right cheek.

"Sandy, you're my girlfriend. Have you ever kissed my ass before," Asked Amy.

"No," Sandy laughed, "and I never will, either!"

"So, Miss Pantywaist," Amy continued, "do you get the picture? You are just a slave-girl. You definitely are not my girlfriend. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Amy," I replied, beginning to cry, "I was wrong to think I could ever be your girlfriend. I'm just a pantywaist. Please forgive me."

"Now, sweet little Suzy, bury your face between my cheeks and stick your tongue into my asshole, and leave it in there until I say otherwise. Do It!"

Embarrassed, with tears coming from my eyes, I did as commanded, putting my face firmly against her crack, then extending my tongue into her hole. It took a few moments before my tongue found its destination. Immediately I tasted and smelled her.

"Now move your tongue in and out, pantywaist. That's it. Keep it up, my little girlfriend," she said, laughing. "Next time you see me you'll recall the sweet taste of my asshole, won't you!" Amy forced me to continue for three or four minutes before allowing me to remove my tongue.

"OK, stand up," Amy ordered. "Now, pull your panties and pantyhose down around your thighs...yes, just like that, fem...very good...now lift up your skirt..that's right, show us your pussy."

I did as ordered, not knowing why I was being punished so. I pulled down my panties and raised my skirt. I blushed as my penis and balls (which I now dearly wished did not exist) hung in clear view of all the girls.

"Look, everyone," Amy exclaimed as she grabbed my penis with her fingers, pulling it out for all to see, "little Suzy Pantiwaist thinks she's a real girl, just like us. But what an ugly little pussy she has! Suzy, you better go around and apologize to each of us, individually. Go!"

I was forced to approach each of the girls, all the while holding up my skirt to reveal my gender. With the tight panties restricting movement of my legs, I could barely hobble on my high heels. First I approached Melissa.

"Miss Melissa, please forgive me for suggesting that I was a real girl. I'm just a pantywaist. Please forgive me, and I promise to do anything you ask of me."

"Oh, Suzy," she replied, rolling her eyes a bit in an `I can't believe this' movement, "I'll forgive you. After all, you are very feminine, almost like a real girl."

Somewhat heartened by what I perceived to be Melissa's compliment, I curtseyed and hobbled to the next girl, Rebecca, and repeating my plea. She too forgave me, as did the next girl, Sandy. The fourth girl I approached was Mary. She looked at me with her beautiful dark latin eyes; it was clear from the grimace she made that she now considered me truly repulsive. I cast my eyes downward as I asked her, the only girl here who had at least treated me with respect, to forgive me. I stood there, my panties pulled down, my skirt lifted to show my little remaining maleness, my gaze lowered, and awaited Mary's response.

"Gosh, Suzy, what kind of man are you, anyway," she exclaimed after I finished my plea. "Just look at you standing there like a real fool! A man shouldn't shave his legs, for God's sake. A man shouldn't go around in high heels and skirts! A man shouldn't wear girls panties and surely shouldn't wear a bra, of all things! And a real man doesn't wear nail polish, lipstick, and mascara. How can you do it? Don't you have any balls at all?"

Her attack surprised and hurt me deeply, for I had felt a special affection for this pretty senorita, and had even harbored thoughts of, well, getting to know her better after this weekend ended. I now realized how my actions had disappointed her. I stood in stunned silence for some moments before responding.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mary. But Miss Jennifer has shown me that I'm not a man. Miss Jennifer is right; I'm a pantywaist slave girl, not a man. I can't change that."

"What do you mean, you're a `slave girl'? That's ridiculous! What the heck is this thing hanging between your legs?" Mary, in her anger and disgust, took her right hand and actually slapped my penis. "Gosh, Suzy, where I come from men are proud of their masculinity. Men are macho. Men don't prance around in high heels and pantyhose, for God's sake!"

I didn't know what to say; I stood there blushing as the girls, surprised by Mary's outburst, watched in complete silence.

"Go on! Get away from me, you little pantywaist! Go out in your girls' clothes and find yourself a nice man to please. We've all seen how good you are at that! No, I surely don't forgive you anything, Suzy...or is it STEVEN..., in fact, I'm ashamed to even be near you!" With that Mary got up and walked to the kitchen, ignoring my presence entirely. I stood there, hoping someone would say something, but everyone was very quiet. After a minute or two I hobbled over to the next girl, Amy, to ask her forgiveness. She had slipped back into her bathing suit.

"Miss Amy," I said, embarrassed and frightened, "please forgive me. You are right; I'm just a pantywaist, and can never be your girlfriend. I'm your slave. I'll do whatever you command. Please forgive me for thinking I was as good as a real girl."

"Suzy," said Amy, "I agree with Mary. You're a disgrace to all true men. I don't like femmy men that wear dresses. Next time I use the toilet I'll call you to clean my ass with your tongue, but until then, get away from me. I don't care to look at that so-called penis thing of yours." With that she reached down and grabbed my balls, and started to squeeze them, saying "This shouldn't hurt, Suzy Pantywaist, seeing as you don't have any balls anyway!" After a moment of pain she let loose of me, turned, and walked to the kitchen to join Mary.

Shaken by Mary's and Amy's responses, I next minced over to Jennifer, my tall blond master. I still held my skirt up, revealing my sex to her. Totally confused and upset by what was happening, I did not know what to expect. I needed Jennifer, not just to save me from exposure at work, no, I needed her now on a much deeper level. I had reached absolute degradation, and had submitted to it, I realized, because of my bond with her. She had become my mother, my woman, my master. I stood before her, dressed in her clothes, praying that she would not also rebuke me.

"Miss Jennifer," I pleaded as tears rolled down my cheeks, "Please forgive me for thinking I could ever be your girlfriend. I only wanted you to accept me like this. I thought you liked the way I looked in your skirt and high heels. I really wanted to please you, more than anything in the world. Just let me be your pantywaist girl-boy, and I'll be always grateful!" Whether it was from stress, from lack of food, or just a nervous breakdown, I don't know, but I couldn't help myself. I started crying uncontrollably. I kneeled down before Jennifer, still holding my skirt above my waist, and cried.

"Stop crying, my little pantywaist, it'll be OK," Jennifer said to me in a soft, kind tone of voice. "We'll accept you, as long as you know your proper place. You do look very nice in my clothes, after all. Now I want you to kiss my feet like a nice little slave girl, then go to the bathroom and freshen up. Your makeup is a mess!"

"Thank you, Miss Jennifer," I replied with total sincerity. I bent down and fondly kissed each of her feet, experiencing an almost spiritual high, as if I had been suddenly freed from all my misery. I then got up, curtsied to Jennifer, and left for the bathroom, as the girls watched in astonishment.

"Oh, and by the way, Suzy," Jennifer added as I left the room, "After you do your makeup, come out here wearing only your lingerie. We have a little surprise for you, girl."

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, thinking perhaps they would have another outfit for me to wear. Closing the bathroom door, I began the task of removing my makeup, which I had hopelessly smeared by burying my face between Amy's cheeks, and which my tears had further ruined.

Part 27

"Jennifer, you've really done it. I really think Suzy actually wants to be your slave now. Sort of like she's been brainwashed," Melissa said.

"Yea," Rebecca added, "It seems she's lost any will to resist. We've obliterated her masculinity, no doubt about it, so she probably feels femininity is the only other option. She really wants to be a girl. It's all so weird."

"Oh, I've taken a number of psychology courses in college," Melissa said. "I can kind of understand how it could happen. But really, she must have been a wimp to begin with. A real man wouldn't have shaved his legs in the first place, after all."

"Well," Mary said from the kitchen, where she and Amy sat drinking coffee, I'm still disgusted by her...I mean him! Look, even I've started to accept Suzy as a woman! I tell you all, at first I felt sorry for Suzy. I didn't think it was nice to force a man to wear high heels, let alone to humiliate himself sexually in front of all of us. But now, I've had it with the pantywaist. If he wanted to be a man, all he would have to do is take off his damn skirt and tell us to shove it. But he won't. No, Suzy's just a femmy pantywaist, and I for one prefer men to act like men, not like girls."

"Oh, Mary," Rebecca said, "don't take it so personal. It's not like you'll ever have to date the guy."

"But maybe you'll need to loan him a dress someday," Amy said, laughing.

"So, Jennifer, what's next for your little girl," asked Sandy.

"Girls," she replied, "I've got only one more thing to do. It's four-o-clock now, so we've got another hour to waste till we go out for dinner. I've got a plan, if you all don't object."

"Sure," said Sandy, "tell us about it."

Part 28

It took at least twenty minutes before I finished. I gazed at my reflection in the full length bathroom mirror: I smiled as I realized how adept I had become at applying makeup. My lips were full and red; my lashes long and dark; and I had applied just enough blusher to give my cheeks a healthy glow, not enough to make me look like a cheap hooker. I had taken off my skirt, blouse, and pantyhose; the reflection in the mirror was of a girl, wearing only her bra, panties, and a lacy pink slip. A strange feeling of accomplishment and pride encompassed me. What clothes did Jennifer have for me to wear now, I wondered with anticipation. Perhaps a cute dress. I had not yet worn an actual dress! Realizing that the girls might be upset if I wore no shoes, I squeezed my bare feet back into Jennifer's pretty red high heels.

Apprehensively I grasped the doorknob and began to open the door; sadly I recalled Mary's disgust with me, but then I joyously remembered Jennifer's kind words. Jennifer, so pretty, so statuesque! I couldn't get her out of my mind. Perhaps she would accept me now as her friend, her girlfriend. After all, I looked and felt more and more a woman, it seemed, as this day went on. Once I fully looked and acted as a woman, then perhaps, I reasoned, Jennifer and all of her friends would at last accept me as an equal, as a girlfriend.

Part 29

All the girls watched as I stepped out of the bathroom. Carefully swaying my hips, I approached Jennifer where she sat on the couch sipping a wine cooler. The girls had opened all the shades so that the sun brightly lit the room. I glanced towards the kitchen and saw Mary, sitting at the table, still looking at me with an air of disgust. I quickly lowered my gaze.

"Miss Jennifer," I said as I stood in front of her, "I did as you asked. I hope you like my makeup. I've tried to make myself pretty, just like you."

"Yes, so I see, my little pantywaist, so I see," she said. She just sat there looking at me for a minute, not saying a thing.

"Tell us, Suzy, do you like being a girl," she asked.

"Why, yes...," I replied hesitantly, "I suppose so, Miss Jennifer. A least if that is what you want me to be, then that is what I want too."

"So you don't mind wearing girls' clothes," Jennifer asked.

"Well..., I didn't like it at first, you know, Miss Jennifer. I was very embarrassed when I first put on your panties. But now, well..., it feels right to me. I know I don't deserve it, and I'm sorry for even thinking it, but I would like to be your girlfriend, if that's the only way you'll accept me. No, I don't mind wearing girls clothes anymore, not at all. I've accepted that you are right, that I'm just a girl slave. And Miss Mary is right; a real man wouldn't ever wear high heels and pantyhose like I do. I'm not a man anymore. I'd rather be a woman, just like you are, Miss Jennifer."

Jennifer smiled as I talked. "Well, Suzy, we are all happy that you want to be a woman. And as you know, a female must always be ready to receive. Unlike a man, a woman's body is meant to be entered, to receive. You, as a female, must also be prepared to be entered. Do you understand, Suzy?"

"Yes..., Miss Jennifer....., I think so....," I replied.

"Suzy, when a girl loses her virginity, that is a very special time. Very, very special. I can still vividly recall when I lost mine. I was fifteen. John was seventeen. His penis was large, and it hurt when he entered me. But I received him into me. A real female must do that. Do you understand, Suzy?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, blushing from the nature of this discussion, "I understand a girl must be willing to..., a..., receive her..., a..., man..., into her."

"Very well, Suzy. Well, we girls have decided it is time for you to get an understanding of just what true womanhood is. After all, womanhood is more that just wearing pretty dresses and shoes. It's more than makeup and nail polish. In the end, womanhood comes down to one thing, the ability to perform as a female by taking, receiving, deep within oneself, a man."

I gulped. Expecting to be awarded with a new dress or skirt, I instead was receiving a lecture on female sexuality. Why, I wondered.

"So, Suzy, we girls have decided it's time for you to lose your virginity. Now we do realize that, like any young girl in your situation, you are probably both excited and a little scared. But that's OK, considering that you are a girl now."

"But, Miss Jennifer," I stammered, "How..."

"Shush! A young virgin doesn't ask questions. You, Suzy, must just submit." Jennifer then pulled out of a bag on the floor a long, thick cylinder, tapered at one end, pink in color.

"For now, little Suzy," Jennifer continued, "since none of us have the necessary anatomy to deflower you, we will instead use this nice vibrator. Just think, you will lose your virginity to a battery-operated plastic penis! Not quite as romantic as how us real girls lost ours, but for now it'll have to do, until you catch a real man, at least. Now get down on your knees, Suzy, and kiss your man."

Astonished by what was happening, I could only follow Jennifer's orders. She held the vibrator at her groin as she sat on the couch, still wearing her bikini. I blushed as I knelt down in front of her, lowered my head, and kissed the vibrator.

"Whoa, the little slut is really turning on her man," exclaimed Sandy, laughing.

"I think we should record this for posterity," said Melissa, "just in case some day little Suzy would want to show her children how their mother lost her virginity!" The girls laughed as Melissa pointed the camcorder at me.

After several kisses, I took the vibrator into my mouth and began to slide my mouth up and down the shaft.

"Oh, you feel soooo goood," Jennifer said, smiling, as I continued. "Now, my little pantywaist, it's time for you to become a female. Go over there and lay on the coffeetable."

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied. The girls had covered the coffeetable with a soft blanket. Kneeling on the floor, I lay my body forward onto the table, so that my ass was at one end, my head at the other, and my knees reached to the floor.

"Well, my little Suzy Pantywaist, tell us now. Are you ready to be deflowered," Jennifer asked.

I hesitated a moment before answering, not sure of what I wanted anymore. What else could I do but accept my fate? My manhood had been obliterated; there was no way I could change that now. Far too much had happened today, in front of too many eyes and, for that matter, too many cameras. I could only hope now for acceptance of my new fate, which was to be a girl.

"Yes, Miss Jennifer, I am," I replied.

"Suzy, that's not good enough! You are a girl who wants to become a woman. You want it desperately! So ask for it like a girl should. Beg for it!"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I said excitedly, "yes, I want to be a woman! Please enter into me. Please! Take me, take me, however you want me, I'm yours. Please fuck me! Please fuck me like I was a woman, a real woman! Please treat me like a female and put that cock inside of me. Please! Please!" I heard myself saying this, but it was almost as if it was not real. How could this be me? What was happening?

Melissa continued filming as I loudly begged Jennifer, my master, to take me. Then, to my surprise and utter humiliation, Jennifer said, "OK, Suzy Pantywaist, it's time for you to be deflowered. But I've decided to let your secretary do the honors."

"Sandy," Jennifer continued, "would you like to be the first to fuck your pretty little coworker?"

"Why, sure I would, Jennifer. I'll fuck her like she was a cheap whore. OK, Suzy Pantywaist, are you ready for this," Sandy asked as she looked down at me lying helplessly on the coffee table.

"But wait," I said in terror, "I was hoping Miss Jennifer would take me. Please, Miss Sandy, don't put that into me. Miss Jennifer, you said this was supposed to be a special time for me....won't you please take me, please? I love you like crazy, Miss Jennifer! I LOVE YOU! Please, won't you fuck me, please! I would be so happy to give myself to you, Miss Jennifer. Please take me!" I began to cry as I pleaded with the girls.

"Suzy," Jennifer said sternly, "you'll be fucked by anyone that wants to do it. Sandy, fuck Suzy!"

"I'll gladly be first to fuck the crying pantywaist," Sandy said as she walked around behind me, raised the hem of my pink slip, pulled down my panties, took the vibrator, which Jennifer had coated with vaseline, turned it on and, in not a gentle manner, pushed it hard against my hole. Involuntarily my muscles closed my hole tightly, but this didn't stop her; she just pushed harder against my ass until I gave way and the vibrator entered into me. It hurt, it hurt very much. The pain, the stress, the humiliation of being fucked, raped, in the ass by my secretary, all combined to cause me to start sobbing uncontrollably. Instead of this being a time of sacred joy, of virginity lost to one's true love, it became a time of absolute pain and humiliation.

"Oh, Miss Sandy, please don't do it. Please don't do it. Please..." My protests, half drowned by my sobs, had no effect on Sandy. Tears blurred my vision, but I heard Sandy laughing. "Take this big pink cock, Suzy Pantywaist! Does it feel good, little girl? From now on, whenever you see me, you'll remember this special moment, the moment I, your secretary, raped your virgin ass!"

"Oh, Miss Sandy," I moaned as I felt her pushing the vibrator in and out of me. I found that the motion of the vibrator caused a sexual sensation, and I began to get an erection.

Sandy kept it up for several minutes, then said "Well, Suzy Pantywaist, fucking you like a dog is very fun, but I've had enough for now. Who want's to be next?"

"Let me! Let me! I'll do it," Amy said. I couldn't help but notice that Jennifer didn't ask to take me.

"Well, Suzy, beg for it, then, beg for it...NOW," Sandy said.

"Yes..., Miss Amy...Please...Take me like I a woman," I said haltingly, half in tears, Please fuck me, Miss Amy." I felt the vibrator emerge as Sandy passed it off to Amy, then again I felt the painful push of the dildo-vibrator into my ass. Amy slapped my naked buttocks.

For being such a naughty girl, Suzy, you need a spanking," Amy said, laughing. Then she settled into a long session of fucking me with the vibrator; it seemed to last for twenty minutes. Someone turned on the television, and after a while the girls started to talk amongst themselves as if I wasn't even there. Finally Amy finished, and then Melissa volunteered. Again I was forced to beg her to screw me. Then when Melissa finished Rebecca took her turn.

"OK, it's up to Jennifer and Mary now. Which of you two want to screw this little pantywaist next," Rebecca asked.

"Forget it," Jennifer said, "She's not my type."

"I'll screw her," Mary said. "I'll teach her that there's a price to pay when a man abandons his masculinity. Give me that dildo, Rebecca, so that I can fuck her little girl-ass." I began to cry when I realized that even Mary, the only nice girl here, was going to humiliate me in front of the girls. Again I felt the vibrator withdraw, only to feel it shoved back into me a moment later. I winced from pain.

Mary had been at it only a couple of minutes when finally the sexual excitement became to much. I felt the pressure build and I let out an involuntary groan.

"I think the little bitch is going to have an orgasm," Sandy said derisively.

"Oh, no," Melissa said, "not on my blanket! Quick, Suzy, lift yourself up!" She slapped my face to emphasize her seriousness. I leaned back, ending up in a kneeling position, even as Mary held the vibrator deep inside of me. Melissa pushed the coffee table away from me. "Now don't make a mess, Suzy," Melissa said loudly, "catch it in your hand or something!"

By now it was too late to ask for a towel. Even as I felt great pain from the dildo stretching me as I moved, I quickly reached the bursting point. Luckily I cupped my right hand in front of me, so that most of the cum shot into my hand. The girls suddenly became attentive again; they all approached and stood aside me as I, kneeling with the humming vibrator inside me, leaned forward slightly and began a long, dark, humiliating orgasm. The hem of my slip was draped over the base of my penis; I glanced down to see if I was spilling, and noticed that my false breasts blocked my view. For several moments the only sounds in the room were the hum of the vibrator and a low groan that involuntarily escaped from me.

"Mary," Melissa said, "you must have a good technique! You brought the little girl to orgasm."

"Yes," Mary replied, "the little girl. Definitely not a man anymore. Just a female, and not a real female at that. What a disgrace you are, Suzy."

"Yes, Miss Mary," I replied in a daze, "I'm just a girl now, just a girl."

"Hey," Melissa said, "what's Suzy going to do with that stuff in her hands? I don't want to mess up my parent's house, you know."

"Yes," Jennifer said. She had been silent for so long, this woman I worshipped, silent as she watched me being degraded in front of her and all her friends, unwilling to take me herself, making it clear to me that I wasn't worth it to her. "Suzy, get rid of your nasty mess, girl."

"Yes, Miss Jennifer, I'll go wash up," I said.

"No, that's not necessary. You can swallow it, just like a little slut would. Go ahead, now, clean your hand, girl."

"Please, Miss Jennifer, don't make me," I pleaded to no avail. I blushed. As the girls watched I carefully raised my cupped hand to my mouth, hesitated a moment, then poured the cum into my mouth. Afterwards I licked my hand clean with my tongue, all the while still kneeling, with the vibrator still plunged inside me.

"So, girls, it's getting near dinnertime. I'd like to go out and get something. What should we do with Miss Pantywaist? Any ideas," asked Sandy.

"I suppose we could leave her here like she is until we get back. She apparently likes having a mechanical penis inside her. Who knows, maybe she'll have a few more orgasms while we're gone," Amy said.

"No," Melissa said, "I don't want to leave her here alone. Either she goes, or she comes with us."

"OK," Jennifer said. "Suzy, get up and clean yourself, touch up your makeup and get dressed. And hurry!"

I felt Mary remove the vibrator. "Here, pantywaist," Mary said as she handed it to me, "while you are at it you better clean off your mechanical boyfriend. And do a good job."

Stunned by wall that had occurred, I carefully accepted the vibrator, stood up, and wobbled on my high heels to the bathroom. Inside I hurriedly did as Jennifer had ordered; within ten minutes I had reapplied my makeup, painted my lips bright red, and was again dressed in Jennifer's short skirt her lacy blouse. After taking a deep breath, I grasped the straps of my purse and left the bathroom. The girls had all changed out of their swimsuits into comfortable shorts and loose blouses. I alone wore a skirt and high heels. Even after all that had just happened, I felt a bit better, as it seemed Jennifer had invited me to join the girls for dinner.

"Miss Jennifer," I said with an enthusiastic anticipation, "I'm finished. I hope I look good enough to go with you to dinner."

Jennifer looked at me for a second; she had an odd grin on her pretty face. "Sorry, Suzy girl," she said, "but you're not invited. None of us real girls wants you to come with us."

I felt crushed; after a moment of silence, I pleaded, "But Miss Jennifer, I have nowhere else to go. Please let me go with you. Please! I promise to behave. I promise to behave like a good girl. Please!" I looked around the room; all the girls were watching me with what seemed to me to be an air of disgust.

"No, Suzy," Jennifer said, "no! Even though you look like a girl and act like a girl, you're still not one of us. You don't have real breasts like we do, and then to, you've got that nasty little thing between your legs. You're not one of us, Suzy. Tell me, don't you wish yours felt as nice as mine," she said as she took my hand in hers and guided it to softly brush against her breast.

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied, "I wish I had such nice breasts as yours."

"But you don't, little girl. You'll never know the simple joy a woman feels in just being female. Suzy, you are not a man, you never will be a real man, a man a woman could want. But neither are you a woman. Suzy, you're adrift between the sexes, quite lost. Accept it." Jennifer sighed, looking at me with an air of pity and feigned concern.

"I'll tell you what, girl," she said after a minute of dread silence, "You've got a date tonight with John, 8-o-clock at the Seabreeze Club. You can show up there and seek true fulfillment as a woman. Maybe we'll see you there. Or you can head back to Dallas now. It's your choice, girl, but us real women are going out for dinner now, without you. And you can't stay here at Melissa's house anymore. Take your purse and go. And by the way, you will return my clothes to me when you get back to Dallas; you do know you'll have to buy your own outfits and lingerie from now on, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I replied sadly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I took my purse from Rebecca and walked out the door. I didn't need to worry about Melissa's neighbors now, as I was to all outward appearances a girl. Involuntarily I straightened my skirt before settling into the driver's seat. The girls watched silently as I started the van, backed out the driveway, and headed up the street which skirted the beach. I had traveled only a couple of blocks before I began sobbing. What would I do now, I wondered. My whole life was ruined. Should I go ahead and, in Jennifer's words, seek "fulfillment as a woman"? I knew all too well what she had meant by that. Or should I drive home, alone, leaving Jennifer and Sandy behind, leaving even my manhood behind, dead on this thin strip of sand risen from the Gulf of Mexico? I pulled over and parked next to the vast beach, now empty save for a single young lady walking slowly along the waters' edge. I gazed at the girl, walking so serenely through mist tossed up by the waves, and I began to cry, to cry like a little girl.

Part 30

"Well, this is one weekend that I won't soon forget," Melissa said as she walked with her friends to the restaurant located a few blocks from the beachhouse. The sun lay low against the horizon and shadows were stretched.

"Isn't that true," exclaimed Rebecca. "I would have never thought it so easy destroy a man's masculinity. To think that what's his name...Steven...was just a regular guy yesterday, and now, well, what is he now?"

"An effeminate little pantywaist, if you ask me," Amy said.

"But he looks so much like a girl, and even acts so like a girl," Mary added, "that it's hard to believe he wasn't always effeminate. I mean, just the way he slings his purse strap onto his shoulder. I can't believe a real man could just do that in such a naturally girlish way. Sandy, you've known him for a while. Did he have girlish mannerisms before this weekend?"

"Well, I don't recall little Suzy Pantywaist coming to work wearing a dress and high heels, if that's what you mean," Sandy joked.

"No, be serious," Mary said, apparently wanting some reassurance that it wasn't the girls' fault, that Suzy/Steven had been born flawed, had been born of unsure sex.

"Mary," Sandy said, "I never noticed anything odd about Steven. He just seemed a regular guy. But big deal. So we transformed him into a woman! What's wrong with that? He..she..will get used to it. After all, Suzy looks quite becoming in a short skirt and high heels. Who's to say that we didn't just help Steven find her true self? Mary, you just worry too much. It's not our fault that Steven so easily traded masculinity for femininity. He wants to be a girl, so let him."

"I know, I know," Mary replied, "but still..., I doubt that he'll ever be a normal man again. He'll always be as much girl as boy. Just think, Suzy's gonna go through life now wishing she had been born a woman. I wouldn't be surprised if he begins spending every weekend in dresses. It's like we, all of us, just cut off his balls."

"Hey, I think I get most of the credit for changing Steven into the prettiest little sissy in Texas," Jennifer interrupted. "And I'm proud of it. It just goes to show how much power we females have. Steven is no more. He is Suzy from now on, a sissy pantywaist firmly under my control. And I intend to keep him in panties and bras for a long time. I'll have her buy a nice pretty maid's outfit, then make her clean my apartment every weekend. And when I tire of playing with her, I'll dump her. Men do it to women all the time, and I'll do the same to Suzy Pantywaist."

"Maybe you ought to force him to go to work wearing women's' clothes. Wouldn't that be something," Amy said.

"You know, I've been thinking of that. Sandy and I could have a lot of fun with Suzy. Maybe we'll have her come to work wearing a nice short-sleeve pink dress. One with the hemline maybe four inches above the knee. We could get all the women at the office to pretend to accept Suzy as a girl. You know, she could come with us to lunch, sit with us during coffee breaks as we discuss men, stuff like that."

"And we would make her use the ladies restroom," added Sandy. "It would really humiliate Steven when we asked him how he likes squatting whenever he needed to pee. I know most of the girls at work would get a kick out of our little she-male."

"I've definitely destroyed Steven's manhood. I know that I could make her do anything now, anything at all. And believe me, I intend to," Jennifer said, grinning.

"All this just goes to show us how fragile masculinity really is, and how easily a female can shatter a male's ego," Mary said with an air of philosophic seriousness as the girls reached the entrance to the restaurant. "So, I say we had best be careful with our own men. We should never put down their masculinity, or laugh at their sexual prowess, because if we do, we might one day find our own husbands wearing our panties and our high heels, and borrowing our lipstick."

"Wow! What a thought! Me being married to a Suzy Pantywaist," exclaimed Amy. The girls laughed at Melissa's warning, but it was a nervous laugh.

The End