It was my own fault that I lost my job - being caught browsing porn at work was just stupid, but at least they let me go without telling anyone.
It meant that I was at home, looking for work. For the first few weeks I was very diligent. Although I didn't have a reference there were a few interviews but I didn't get anywhere and I was beginning to feel sorry for myself.
I got home after another fruitless search to find plaster and dirt all over my bedroom. The builders upstairs had clearly made some sort of mistake, but they were gone for the weekend so there was nothing I could do apart from tidy up.
Dirty and upset i took a long bath and slipped in to a nightie and sat down in front of the computer. I had been trying to be good - being a dirty little perv was what had got me into this state in the first place, but I has a whole weekend ahead of me and i could at least spend it being girly. I am pretty convincing with my long hair, and i decided that I would probably even go out to do the shopping as Alice - I generally keep myself to myself so no one would really recognise me.
I went into all the usual chatrooms. They were full of guys, and guys pretending to be girls, but i flirted and chatted and whispered filthy things to a few of them, mostly kidding myself that "rubber mummy" really was a woman and not some fat trucker jerking off into his wifes panties. It was 2 in the morning before i got to bed, and i was too exhausted to even have a sank.
The next morning i had a lie in, another long bath and got into my girl clothes - padded bra, black sweater, and a medium length denim skirt. As I left for the shops I could hear the builders upstairs, but decided it probably wasn't such a good idea to talk to them dressed like this. Despite trying to be careful, i was sure i heard a couple of wolf whistles as I left, which despite everything was kind of flattering.
I spent a long time at the shops, especially M and S - I have far too much lingerie, but it's always nice to browse. As usual I had to scurry away before my little erection threatened to give me away.
Back home I unpacked the shopping. I really had to talk to the builders, so I went back to my room without thinking and started to change into some "normal" clothes.
Just in t shirt and jeans - though of course still with my knickers and hold ups on, I went up the stairs to the flat above and knocked. The most beautiful woman opened the door. She was tall and obviously strong, and covered in paint and dust. In the corner of the room a typical "builders radio" flecked with plaster and dirt was playing Radio 1.
She knew why i was there, and did all the talking. In all honesty i was a bit breathless, as she was just amazing, but she introduced me to the rest of the builders, all women, and offered to come and look at the hole in the roof in my bedroom.
We went in to my flat and to the back where the bedroom was. She looked up at the hole and said she was sorry. I kind of mumbled that it was ok, but could she get it fixed.
"The mess must have been terrible sweetie" "It's ok, I cleaned up" "Yes, but the dust gets everywhere - we will clean up and pain and decorate and it will be as good as new - here, let's get the furniture out". She whistled and a head popped through the hole from above - i felt my stomach churn - they could have seen me changing and i had not thought about it. "Kat, come down here and help me" Kat came to the door - I later learned that she was the plumber, a short woman with a flat chest and a face like an angry urchin. She and Lizzie started to heave things out of my room in to the hall, and Isort of stood there helpless.
The last thing was my chest of draws - Kat started to pull the draws out to move it when I screamed "stop!" - I really did not need them seeing my underwear draw, but it was already too late. Kat gave a horrible smile and said "it's ok sissy, we already knew".
I started to cry, and Lizzie tried to console me, while Kat stood there and smirked. She led me to the kitchen, and it all came out - that I was a cross dresser, lonely, jobless and ashamed. I even told her how I lost my job.
"Are you gay sweetie?" she asked. "I don't think so - I mean I have never been with anyone, not really, but I fantasise about girls" "It's ok - we are pretty much all gay" "Because men are scum" interjected Kat, glaring at me. Lizzie promised it was ok, and that she though it was kind of "cute". "Why don't you get dressed, fix us all a cup of tea - there are 5 of us upstairs, and come and see us - do you have a girl name?" "Alice" I stuttered "OK Alice, 5 cups of tea, two sugars except in Kats - fix your make up and pop up".
I didn't even pause. I went and put on my little black skirt, and a girdle to give me a bit of shape while the kettle boiled. I fixed my face up, and tottered in heels up the stairs with a tray of teas and biscuits.
I was introduced to Mel, Dani and Helen, and gave them their tea. "Sluts got a hard on" hissed Kat without addressing me directly. I flushed and dropped the tray, spilling milk all over myself. Lizzie laughed and said i should go and clean up.
I waited in the kitchen in s fresh skirt, with the washing machine going, not knowing what to do with myself.
At about 6, just as it was getting dark, Lizzie came downstairs with the mugs.
"We'll fix this up on Monday - do you have a spare set of keys?" "I'll be here" I croaked - she was very very beautiful - I couldn't wait for her to go though because I was going to have to have a wank soon or i was going to explode. "No sweetie, you will be at work - we need a secretary, and you will be perfect - you can type, an answer the phone and file and manage payroll I bet" I didn't know what to say, but she carried on "You'll start at 8:30 - as Alice you understand, there's no men in our office".
I am ashamed to say that I spent most of the weekend playing with myself, but I got up very early on Monday, dressed just right, and tottered to the portakabins behind the industrial estate.
It was about 8:15 and they were all locked up. The men in the garage opposite were eyeing me up, and I felt kind of sick, but after a while Lizzie turned up and opened up the portakabin. She showed me where everything was, and told me to get the kettle on.
The day was frantic - the others came and went as they went on to their various jobs - I was responsible for issuing their work sheets and making sure they knew where they were going. Kat was horrible, and shouted every time I made the smallest mistake but I made it through the day.
The next morning i opened up with my own keys - I realised that I would have to get some more clothes if I was going to keep this up - and I wanted to. I never really wanted to live like a woman, but it felt good - it felt really sexy, and I was about to sneak to the bathroom for a cheeky wank when Lizzie came in.
"Have you done the cleaning yet" I looked stupidly at her "It's a part of the job sweetie - the mop and stuff is in the ladies"
I went in to the ladies room. Unlike the cubicle I was using it was pretty grubby, and there were urinals. Which sort of freaked me out. I mopped the floor and sprayed everything with antiseptic and then washed myself before putting the kettle on.
It was another long day. Kat wasn't in at all which I was grateful and the other girls were being lovely, although when I said that to Mel, when she complimented my dress she said that that wasn't a word i should use.
I was alone at about 4, filing some invoices when Kat came in."Get to the shop - I need a pack of tobacco and some tampons". I quietly said yes, but as I got up she leaned in and whispered into my ear "You aren't a woman, don't forget that, and you certainly are not a man - you are just a piece of shit"
When I came back all the girls were there. It was the end of the month, payday, so they were going to the pub. I was not invited, so i said that I would stay late to get everything right. I had managed to put a system in place for the paperwork and wanted to show Lizzie how efficient I was.
It was dark as I was getting ready to go. Everything was tidy and in order, and I had cleaned the bathrooms again. As i went to turn the lights off i could see that they were all back, and that they seemed to be standing up against the wall in the car park laughing - it looked like they were peeing standing up. I was transfixed when Mel turned around and saw me.
"Oh come over here and look if that's what you want"
I nervously stepped over to them - each of them had their jeans slung low around them, with fountains of pee spraying up against the wall.
"look closer" Kat snarled "see what a proper cock looks like"
Each of them had some sort of tube protruding from their flies, and piss was spattering against the wall. Lizzie saw the look on my face and laughed.
"It's a pisser tube sweetie - when you are working all over it's just easy, and why should we have to sit to pee, it's undignified"
I couldn't move. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. 5 women marking their territory - I could feel precum dripping into my knickers and could barely speak.
"Come over here" Kat barked, and she grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. She told me to kneel and I did without thinking. She pointed her pisser tube in my face. It was long and slender and white, with an opening like a salt cellar at one end. A drop of pee glistened on it. She walked forward until it touched my lips, and without thinking I opened my mouth, and she started to pee into my mouth.
The other girls were clearly drunk, and thought it was the funniest thing that they had ever seen, and took it in turns to pee on me or right in to my face. I was so hard it hurt, but I started to cry as the piss bubbled hot and acrid in my mouth.
One by one the girls zipped up, and started to leave. I stood up, alone and soaking wet in the car park in the dark, and trudged home not knowing what to think.
I had a long bath and took myself to bed, feeling strange and confused but mostly horny. I lay on my bed in a nightie and relived the moments in the car park while touching myself - my cock was still hard, and when i came it spattered all over my tummy, but I lay there in the dark not knowing what I wanted, and fell asleep like a cheap whore passed out after an all night session.
I was woken by movements in the flat - I was confused at first, who could it be, what should I do? I was torn between stripping my cum soaked negligee off and just hiding. I was up and off the bed when the door to my room opened and Kat was there, jangling my spare set of keys.
"Having a little wank are we? I don't think Lizzie would like that". My cock shrivelled up in fear as she pushed me back on to the bed. She sat on my legs so I could not move and unrolled a reel of thin white plumbers tape which she used to tie my hands together behind my head.
"We had a chat in the pub, and the one thing we don't want is you perving over us, so I made a solution". She showed me a complicated tumble of white plastic pipes - all recognisable as plumbing parts, but all in small pieces. She slipped a short pipe over my cock, tucking it in U shape across and down the middle of my balls - a few more pieces and it was firmly held in place, pointing underneath me, locked by a small padlock attached to a set of clips around my balls.
"There, no more erections, no more nasty wanking, and of course you'll have to sit to pee. not like me". She pulled down her jeans to reveal her pissing tube, and proceeded to cover me in her piss. She seemed to enjoy it, but when she was finished an angry look crossed her face.
"You know when women spend a lot of time together our cycles start to sync up - so next week is going to be very difficult for you bitch. And then, when we get horny we are all going to fuck you - and when I fuck a bitch I hurt him"
She walked out of the room, out of my front door, and left me to try and untie myself. By the time my hands were loose i stunk like a sewer, and was crying so hard I felt sick.
The next day passed without any more humiliation, but I was in real pain - the slightest hint of an erection was impossible in the tube, and i was doubled up in pain sometimes. I thought that Mel in particular was teasing me, but the rest of them pretty much ignored me.
I had to sit to pee of course, and it was sort of uncomfortable - the angle meant that I sort of sprayed backwards, and with there being no lock on the door I was constantly scared of being seen.
I spent the weekend on my own, I couldn't face going out either as a bot or as a girl, and when Monday came around I was tempted to call in sick, but what else could I do? I hoped that maybe Kat would unlock me, if i asked Lizzie to make her.
Lizzie was at work before me. She asked me into her office and sat me down to see how things were going. We only spoke about work, as I was too embarrassed to say anything else. At the end she asked me to put the kettle on, and then called me back in to her room
"Tampons or pads" she asked "What" "Do you prefer tampons or pads?" "I don't wear either" "Sweetie, we all have our period at the same time, you will too - we'll start with pads"
I didn't know what to say until she went in to the bathroom, and came back with a freshly used maxi pad. It was still warm and bloody
"Put this in your panties sweetie, unless you'd prefer to use tampons" I gulped, and went in to the bathroom. The pad fitted snugly inbetween my thighs, and rubbed the end of my cock as it protruded from the pipes like a little finger through a hole.
"Don't worry sweetie, it's only 5 or 6 days" she smiled, and went out of the cabin to her first job.
Throughout the week the girls handed me their used pads whenever they changed their, and I went home each day feeling strange and dirty but somehow softer. I found myself crying even more, but over silly things, but on Friday I started to feel a bit cheerier, and Lizzie told me that my "Time of the month" was over.
I worked hard round the rest of the month to payday, and again the girls went to the pub on Friday while I stayed behind. Mel was buying as she had been given a bonus for working the weekends to get an expensive job finished early. I liked Mel, she was gentle, and asked me about myself, and what sort of girls I liked, and how I started dressing up. She had a girlfriend who worked on oil rigs, but admitted to me that she had an occasional boyfriend too - a "fuck buddy". She said that he was "huge" and asked me if i was sure I wasn't gay. I in turn told her about my experiments as a teenager, and how repulsive I found men.
"So you're a virgin?" she asked, seeming surprised. I explained that i was, that i just - hadn't been able to find someone.
She was very drunk when she rolled back in to the cabin at about 10:30. I made her a coffee, but she wasn't going to get home like that, so I ordered a taxi. She was too drunk to even tell me where she lived, so we went back to my flat. I escorted her out of the cab, up the steps and let her fall asleep on my bed. I took a duvet and went to sleep on the sofa.
It was about 5 in the morning when I woke - she was standing over me, pulling my legs apart, her pisser tube sticking out in front of her like a snake, ready to strike. I tried to stop her, but she was so strong it was hopeless. With no warning she pushed the tube against my exposed hole, and slid it in to me in a fast, rough movement. I screamed, but she didn't stop - instead she threw her entire weight down on my impaled ass, and thrust in so far I could feel myself being torn by it - it wasn't big, but it was long, and curved, and i could feel it filling me.
She started to pull out, but just as i could feel the tip rubbing against the lips of my hole, she thrust in again, and again, and again, until i could feel cum squirting out of my agonised and trapped cock, dripping on to the tube so that it was lubing me up, and she went faster and faster until she was furiously fucking my hole with my own weedy seed. I came, i think maybe she did too, but i blacked out soon afterwards.
When I woke up she had left, no note, no message. My phone had 5 missed calls from Lizzie, and a text message from Kat, that simply said "My turn".
I hope you all liked at least a bit of this
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