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Changing Room Prank

By: Littleblackdress54



My two best friends and I were walking through the mall, as we did most Saturdays. We lived in a pretty small town, so this was the closest thing we had to entertainment outside the house. We passed through the women's clothing stores, taking a shortcut to get to our favorite food stand. After ordering, we sat down in the corner of the hall, minding our business.

That's just the type of people we were, and for that matter, our entire town. Greg sat on my left and Mark sat across from me as I watched them each devour a foot-long. I, on the other hand, was working my way through a salad. Mark had good reason to be hungry, though, because he had had football practice earlier, and you'd expect the captain to get quite a workout. Mark was one of the best receivers for the team, as he was tall, fast, and ripped. Mark was probably the toughest guy in our school, in fact, and could get any girl he wanted, which has always made me wonder why he hung around with Greg and me. Greg and I weren't horrible people, we just weren't his build. Correction, I wasn't. Greg was much taller than me as well, and he worked out occasionally, he just wasn't Mark. I didn't consider myself gay, but Mark and Greg just had bodies that you noticed. They had fabulous abs and chests, and were both generally pretty large below the belt. I've been forced to shower with them after gym and I'll admit I've snuck a peek, but only for comparison and curiosity. I, in contrast, was short, skinny, and slightly feminine. No one has ever said anything to me directly, but I knew that my hips were curvier than most men's, and my chest seemed to be a little heavier for some reason. I'd never said anything about it, and I'd done a pretty good job of covering it up.

We wandered through the mall a little more, then sat down on a bench facing another women's clothing store.

"There is absolutely nothing to do any more, we've done it all" sighed Mark.

"We need to get out of this town before it drives us insane," I added. We sat there for a few more minutes, with apathetic faces.

"Hey, look at her," Greg said, pointing to a poster of a model posing in one of the clothing stores. "She looks like Ethan!"

"Shut the hell up," I said, mildly insulted, as she was a pretty hot model.

"Yeah, you're kinda right!" exclaimed Mark. "Ethan's even got girly hips just like hers." I realized now that maybe they weren't so unnoticeable.

"They've got the same hair, too!" Greg was really starting to believe in this. To be honest, though, my hair was quite long for a boy, blonde and curly like a girl's, but that had happened naturally. "Hey, look, they even have that outfit in the store. Mark, do you think we sh..."

"No!" I interrupted Greg before he said anything stupid. "I can see where you're going with this and it's not going to happen." I was a pretty straight guy, I had never thought about getting dressed up in women's attire. The whole thing seemed crazy to me. Then again, I had had some sexual fantasies involving guys with their dicks out, but that's normal, right?

"Yes, Greg, that's exactly what I was thinking," Mark said with a sly grin on his face.

"Well, it doesn't matter, because I'm not doing it. That'd be so gay!"

"No, it would just be an experiment, to see if you're a woman!" Mark joked a lot about me being smaller than the two of them, but this went too far.

"No, that's ridiculous," I said, but the two men were already on their feet, and all three of us knew that I wouldn't be a heavy burden to carry into the store, so to save some face, I helped myself up and made my way over, with no other choice. I lost all free will whenever the two of them walked on either side of me. Mark even put his hand on my shoulder letting me know that he was in control. I felt like I was becoming their toy.

"You go stand near the changing room, I'm going to find the outfit for you," Greg said, a little more excitedly than I thought he should be. "God, this will be too good!"

Once they had found what they needed, they forced me into the changing rooms with the clothes on my arm.

"I can't believe you're making me do this," I scream-whispered. "Lingerie? What do I need this for?" I said as I held a bra and panties in either hand.

"It's to complete the effect. Just put on the clothes, show us, then we'll be done. You're the only one making this last longer than it has to," Mark called out from the other side of the changing room. I figured he was right so I stripped down and put on the clothes. First, I slipped on the white nylon panties with the lace trim. They actually felt really comfortable, and wearing them almost felt natural to me. I moved around in them and smiled to myself as I felt the soft material rub against my skin. After, I put on the skinny jeans, which actually happened to accent my curves quite well. Then, I slipped on the white lace bra, one the matched the panties. B-cups, I noticed, almost appropriate for me, as I felt my breasts being lifted up and sustained by the bra. Lastly, I put on the red silk blouse. It was so wonderful to feel this soft material all over my chest. I even hugged the blouse, not realizing what I was doing. Then, when I noticed, I almost disciplined myself, telling myself it was wrong. But if it was, why did I feel good doing it?

"Almost done?" chuckled Mark. I heard Greg laughing to himself too on the other side of the curtain.

"Yeah, I'll be right out," I said in a feminine way. Why did I say that? I was still mad at them, but I calmly agreed to show myself for them. 

I stepped out of the changing room and their jaws dropped. In front of them now stood a hot blonde teenager. She had great curves and a decent rack. I put my hand on my hip and posed for them, then did a little spin so they could see the full package. What did I just do? I thought to myself. I was dumbfounded at myself for actually enjoying this. But the boys loved it.

"Wow, Ethan," Mark said, with his jaw still hanging down. "You don't look anything like the model. You're way hotter, dude."

"Yeah," Greg agreed. "You look like a regular girl!"

"Really? You think so?" I started to blush. What was happening? "Can I just get my clothes back now?" I said, trying to regain my masculinity. Then, Greg and Mark stepped into action. Mark grabbed my arms and held me back while Greg took my regular clothes from me and shoved them in his bag. Fortunately though, my phone fell out. Then, the two of them ran off, leaving me dressed in the store clothes, with nothing to change back into. I didn't want to scream, or that would draw attention to me, which was one of the last things I needed. I stood them, with my jaw mimicking theirs from a minute ago. I had absolutely no idea what to do.

Then, I turned to look at the mirror on the wall. I really enjoyed what I saw. Even I started to believe it was a girl staring back at me. I pulled another pose and smiled at my reflection, and the girl smiled back. It felt so natural to be dressed like this; I was starting to enjoy it and if given the chance, wouldn't change into my boy clothes just yet.

Then I started to think about what was happening. Here I was, trying on outfits in a women's clothes store, and having fun with it. I think I even let Greg take my clothes away. I hadn't protested all that hard when Mark was trying to restrain me. In fact, I actually liked the male attention I was getting when Mark held me and the way his big hands felt on my arms. With that thought, I started to question my sexuality. Were those really innocent glances at their cocks in the shower?

I sat down back in the changing room, seriously questioning myself, when I heard my phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ethan, enjoying your new outfit? Mark and I both had a feeling you would love it." It was Greg.

"What the hell is wrong with you two? What am I supposed to do now?" I snapped back into my usual male persona.

"Please calm down, act more ladylike," Greg chuckled. "I thought ahead so there's no need to worry. The clothes are already paid for, so you can just leave like that, any time you want."

What was going on? What did they want from me? Here I was, a straight high-school guy, dressed in women's clothes, about to walk out into the public pretending to be a girl. This couldn't get any crazier. Occasionally I had to refer to myself as a guy in drag. This would have been reassuring if I had actually been able to convince myself I was telling the truth.

I eventually gathered enough courage, put on a pair of black ballerina shoes that were also paid for, and walked out. As I passed by people, I gave my best feminine smile and nodded at them. They smiled and nodded back. I even got a few men to watch me leave! I couldn't believe I was actually pulling this off.

I suddenly felt like I mattered. Being the smallest of our trio, I got nearly no sexual attention. Whenever we went out to find girls, it felt like I would always be pushed to the side so the girls would have a better view of Mark or Greg. But now, I felt like I had the power. My frame wasn't meant for a guy, and it showed. The men who watched me leave obviously liked what they saw, and it felt good to have someone think about you like that.

Once I got out of the store, I was suddenly aware that I had no idea where I was going. To avoid looking stupid, I just kept walking straight, and started to wonder around the mall. I pulled out my phone and called Greg, but there was no answer. Once I hung up, I was about to put my phone away when I got a text. I looked at my phone and opened it. The message read, "How's your little outing going? You seem to be quite comfortable dressed as the opposite sex ;). I'll call you when I feel I want to give you back your normal clothes. P.S. We can see you!" It was from Greg, and he was taunting me. All I wanted was to get out of these clothes and away from the public. But not just yet, I needed a little more time being appreciated by the opposite sex. I mean same sex. I don't want appreciation from the same sex, I thought. Again I had referred to myself as an actual girl. These changes in how I thought of myself were starting to happen way too often, and I didn't even catch all of them because of how natural it felt.

Realizing the guys were watching, I quickly spun around and looked for any sign of them, but I couldn't find them. Since I had nowhere to go, I decided to sit down at a café.

I gave my order for some tea, and then went back to anticipating the phone call. I hadn't done it consciously, but I had just pulled off a perfect female voice, and the waitress didn't notice a thing. Perhaps I was quite a natural at this. Suddenly, I remembered my wallet was with Greg, and I had no way to pay for my drink. I was nervously anticipating the waitress to come back with my tea, knowing I wouldn't be able to afford it.

"Here you are, Miss." She had called me Miss! Secretly I was ecstatic. I felt so accepted all of a sudden, but then I remembered my situation.

"I'm so sorry, but I think I've forgot my wallet," I pleaded.

"I can't serve you if you don't pay."

"Please, just one drink, I'll pay double next time!"

"Sorry Miss, but you need to pay for it now."

"But I... "

"I can pay for it," said a voice that was sort of familiar, "as long as you stop harassing this pretty girl for her money." I turned my head, only to see Ken, a guy from my school. He sat two rows in front of me in history but other than that, we had never seen or talked to each other before. To be honest, I was flattered that he had offered to pay, and that he had called me pretty. "Do you mind if I take a seat here?"

"Sure," I answered, smiling and blushing as I did.

"You have a very familiar face." I started to panic; I thought my life would end there. "What's your name?"

Shit, I hadn't thought this far ahead. What was I going to do? If I stuttered he would get suspicious, and I was thinking of any name quickly. "Alice," I said, lightly relieved I was able to come up with a fake name.

"Just Alice?"

"No." I tried to laugh it off. "Alice Johnson." Damn, that was probably the fakest name he'd ever heard. I was almost sure he would expose me right then and there, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, I didn't even think he was paying attention. He was staring at right at my chest. It didn't even bother him that it was obvious. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and looked at me looking at him; he could tell I wasn't too happy about that. Was this what it was like for women every day? Did I do that? Wait, why did I care if he was looking? I'd got nothing to hide, I reminded myself. I found myself having to try to remember that I was a guy; I had gotten pretty much into my new role, and I had noticed that I got some pretty positive feedback from some of the guys while walking through the mall.

"Nice to meet you, Alice, I'm Kenny Ronnard. I recognize your face but I've never heard that name before. Do you live around here?"

"No, I live upstate."

"Of course, none of the girls here are that pretty. Then how come I recognize you?" 

I knew that this was so wrong, but I flirted back. "Thanks, we don't have cute guys like you where I'm from either." What did I just say? I was a straight guy on the wrong end of a prank. This was getting out of hand, but it was just getting interesting. We chatted for a while, and he kept flirting with me the whole time. I meant it when I said he was cute, and I could feel there was something between us. We talked and laugh for some time, until his phone rang. After he answered it, he put his coat on.

"Sorry, but I have to go now. I really wish we could do this again some time. Do you think I could get your number?" What was I going to do, give him my real number? What if he already had my number? Then I'd be completely exposed. I was enjoying my time with him, and to be honest, I was pretty upset when he told me he had to go.

"Sure, I'll put it in your phone." He handed his phone to me and I went right to my own name. Luckily, he didn't have my number so I put my real one in. "There you go," I said smiling "Call me."

"Of course" he said, as he left the café. I didn't know what I was doing at the time, and had no vision for the future, or what might happen if one of his friends had my number, or if my phone went off next to him when he wanted to text Alice. I was too happy to think about anything else. I just wanted to be accepted as a girl, and maybe even get a boyfriend. Girlfriend! Dammit, what was going on?

A couple minutes after I finished my drink, I got a call from Greg. About time, I thought to myself.

"Enjoyed your day at the mall?"

"No, where the hell are my clothes? You assholes just left me with nothing to change into!" Again, I had to abruptly switch genders.

"Don't you realize that was kinda the point?" Greg said. Obviously I did, but I was still too furious at them.

"Just give me my clothes back now!"

"Why? You seem to be having a good time, remember we can see you." My face went white, they had seen me flirting with Ken just then, and who had even touched my leg under the table. I wonder if they had seen that too.

"Nothing happened, we just talked" I sounded like a girl talking to her father.

"Hey, I'm not mad; you can do whatever you want. We're not your parents."

"Well, what I want to do is go home and change."

"Sure, we're on our way to the parking lot, and we have your clothes with us. Meet us there in less than ten minutes and we'll give you back your clothes." The parking lot they were talking about was quite a walk, and the time window they gave me wasn't very large. I would have to walk straight through the mall, in plain sight. The halls were very open with little to hide behind, but I guessed Greg had planned it like that.

Worrying about what might happen wasn't going to help, so I decided to just go. As soon as I left, my heart started beating ten times faster. There were a few guys watching me from behind, their stares were heavy. I felt myself slip back into a more feminine role. I swayed my hips and kept my head up. I knew they would like that. I continued like this all the way to the car, catching a few double takers on the way

When I finally got there, I saw Greg and Mark smiling from ear to ear.

"How was your date?"

"Just shut up and give me back my clothes now. You've had your fun, now we're done."

"Ah, c'mon Alice." Greg said. They both laughed. "Look at the way you're walking, dude. You're a real girl, I'm telling you!"

"Goddammit, that's not funny. So what was I supposed to say? Ethan?"

"Fair enough, here are your clothes." They handed them to me, but for some reason I didn't really want to take them. I held them in my hands almost with a look of disgust.

"Um, I think I'll change at home."

"You want to wear those clothes a little longer? Maybe we did you a favor," said Mark, quite fascinated with this discovery.

"Shut up, it's just because I don't know what bathroom I could use."

"Yeah, right." I'll admit that was a pretty lame excuse, but I really wanted to keep wearing these clothes for just a little bit longer. .

The drive home was a little awkward, as three guys had left for the mall, and two were coming back with some blonde they had found. I didn't mind, I was still admiring the fabric of the blouse and the tight jeans that just hugged my curves. I could see Mark was checking me out in the rearview mirror. If I hadn't known any better, I'd have thought he wanted me to stay dressed like that too. 

When we finally pulled into Greg's driveway, I sprinted from the door to the bathroom. I stripped down and was about to change when I noticed my underpants. They were almost soaked with my pre-cum! I hadn't even ejaculated or gotten hard, but I had been leaking like a faucet. Impossible, I thought, I'm not gay! I don't like this! But the proof was there.

I quickly changed back into my boy clothes before the guys even got into the house.

"Man, it feels good to be out of those weird girly clothes," I said as I exhaled in relief, but the two of them weren't convinced. I'm not sure I was convinced either.

"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy it as a girl; I even started to forget it was you at the café," said Mark.

"Yeah, it could have been any other girl," added Greg.

"No," said Mark, "She was too hot to be just any other girl; she was at least an eight!" I blushed at that, I couldn't believe I would get anywhere close to an eight as a guy, but as a girl, I was beautiful. 

"Enough jokes already, can we just order some pizza and forget about it?" I pleaded.

"Sounds good," said Greg as he took out his phone. "I'll get three large."

Once Greg was on the phone, Mark pulled my arm towards him and whispered to me "I wasn't joking, I genuinely thought you looked amazing, better than any girlfriend I've ever had. I just want you to know that." With that, he let go of me and walked over to the kitchen. What did he mean by all that? I got that he thought I was hot, but comparing me with his girlfriends, did that mean he was thinking of me in a sexual way? Did he want to have sex with Alice or Ethan in drag? I was so confused.

We watched TV together while we waited for our food. Greg sat in an armchair and Mark and I slumped down on the couch together. I had a feeling he was staring at me, so I looked over, and sure enough, he was. What was with him? When I looked back again he was pulling on his pants, telling me his balls were all twisted. I could tell though from the bulge in his pants he was trying to hide an erection. Why would he get hard, though? We were watching the afternoon news: the weather girl hadn't even come on yet.

The rest of the night went on as usual, we ate, talked, and played video games until we passed out somewhere on the floor. Except this night, I couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about my outfit, and how it looked, so I got up and went to my bag. I took out the blouse and felt the silk in my hand; it felt lovely. I grabbed the panties, bra and jeans and got dressed up again, I just couldn't help myself. I ran my hands down the sides of the blouse, and then down the jeans. I felt so feminine and started to pretend I was a real girl. A real girl needs makeup, I thought to myself. I found my way into Greg's parents' bedroom. I opened a drawer, revealing his mother's makeup closet. Eyelash curlers, skin cream, powders, I was in over my head so I just went with the basics. I grabbed some blush, eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick. I applied each one carefully, and with each one complete, I looked more and more like an actual girl. The mascara and eye shadow really brought out my eyes, and when I looked back into the mirror, I saw a gorgeous blonde, with the most desirable face. The lipstick and blush only made it better. I played around with some facial expressions in front of the mirror, and then went downstairs to put the clothes away. But when I walked down the stairs, I saw Mark blocking my way.


Changing Room Prank Ch. 02



This is part 2 of a series, so I recommend reading the first part or none of this chapter will make much sense.

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After our intense love-making session, both Greg and Mark fell asleep. I cleaned myself up, put Greg's sister's clothes away, and transformed back into Ethan. I took the new feminine clothes they had bought me and put them in the bottom of bag, not wanting them to go to waste. I had a lot of thinking to do now.

I grabbed a pillow and blanket and found somewhere to fall asleep on the floor in the living room, but my brain was too busy for sleep. I kept thinking about the rough fucking that not only had I received, but enjoyed. Before then, I had tried to convince myself I was straight, but it was obvious now that I was at least willing to take one for both teams. 

I wondered how this would change our friendship, too. Greg and I had been friends since pre-school and I would never have imagined sucking him off as I did. But it was too late; I could tell everything was going to change between us. Mark, on the other hand, was more of a mutual friend through Greg that I had learned to like. We had always got along, but only when Greg was around. Without him, Mark and I were as close as parallel lines.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up in the morning, everything suddenly went back to normal. Greg greeted me by calling me Ethan, and Mark didn't even give me a second look. To be honest, I was a little relieved, but also really disappointed. I loved the male attention I was getting from them, and as soon as I saw them, I started craving cock again. In my head, we were all in bed together fucking again, but on the surface, none of us even mentioned it.

Mark left Greg's and I left soon after. It was Sunday afternoon by the time I got home, so there was plenty of homework to occupy my time with. I tried to stay focused on my history paper, but I just didn't really care who won the Battle of Waterloo at the moment. Then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Greg. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was from. I opened the message and read it to myself over again before responding. It read, "Hey Ethan, I was wondering about your friend Alice. Is she new here or is she just visiting from somewhere else? Also is she single?" I knew he didn't really think Alice was another person, but I was glad to see that he recognized Alice was a completely different part of me. I was so excited to hear from him considering the cold shoulder I got this morning. I responded within the minute.

"Alice is an old friend from upstate, but she moved to a town a short drive from here last week, so I think she'll be around every now and again. And I'm pretty sure she's single." I was getting excited at the thought of creating an alternate persona, someone who could fulfill my desires for me, while I would still be a regular Joe. The fact that Greg wanted to know if she was single was a big deal, though. Did he want to date Alice, or just see if she was available? Either way, I became incredibly impatient after just a couple of minutes of waiting for a response.

"Cool," he replied "Hopefully we'll meet up again some time, she seemed pretty cool, and she was really hot." That last text made me happier than any other in my life. I knew now that Greg had the same feelings as I did, or maybe I was jumping to conclusions. I did know that Greg found me hot now, though, and that was a satisfying feeling.

"Yeah, maybe she'll come up to visit this weekend." I replied.

"Great, can't wait." Despite being over the moon, I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. That was probably the weirdest way someone has ever been asked out.



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The next day, everything the teachers said went right over my head. I caught myself day dreaming about cock on several occasions. Even though I was Ethan and in school, I kept wandering over to Alice's mind. I looked at guys differently now and thought about how big each one was, and what they would feel like. I even brought Alice's clothes to school. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but it made me feel closer to her. All these changes in me didn't happen overnight though. There was too much sudden change, so I concluded that it was sub-conscious the whole time, but I had been awaked by that little prank in the dressing room of the women's store.

I was finishing up in the library on some homework that had taken me longer than I expected. It was pretty late, so I decided leave before it got too dark. I was putting my books away when I got a text from Mark. "Meet me in the locker rooms in 10 minutes. I want to see Alice." He wasn't as romantic or subtle as Greg was, but from Mark, I didn't expect much anyway. Mark must have stayed after practice ended to hit the weight room, so I knew it would be deserted when I got there. That was a hint as to what he expected. Then it hit me, I hadn't even questioned saying no, I never even thought about turning Mark down. I was only thinking about how I would do it. How slutty is my sub-conscious? I thought.

I ran to the bathrooms and took out the clothes from the bottom of my bag. In hindsight, bringing the clothes to school was probably a bad idea, but luckily no one had seen them. I undressed completely, then slipped on the white lace panties just like in the changing room. I put on the bra and clasped it together. Next I put on the blouse and jeans. God, I loved those tight jeans, the way they felt, the way they made my ass look so womanly; I just moved around in them before leaving the restrooms. It was pretty late, so getting around unnoticed wasn't difficult. I made my way to the changing rooms in my ballerina shoes, with a little skip in my stride. On the way, I walked past the janitor. He turned his head as I walked by then watched me go. I loved being able to have that effect on men.

When I got to the changing rooms, I saw Mark standing in nothing but his boxers. His muscular chest and abs were completely visible to any lucky viewer. I stood there mesmerized for a few seconds before walking over to Mark.

"Damn, I've been here forever waiting on you." Mark said. I was a little upset and angry at him for saying that. I took the time to get all pretty for him and he wouldn't even appreciate it.

"Sorry, I came as fast as I could," I said softly with my eyes down.

"Well it doesn't matter now, let's just not waste any more time, I'm horny as fuck right now." Pretty demanding, I thought.

"'Cause you were thinking about me?" My face lit up at that thought.

"Sure," Mark agreed with little emotion. "Get to it then," he added, pointing to his boxers.

I walked over to kiss him, but he wasn't here for that. My lips met his and he didn't return anything, I felt like I was kissing a wall. He put his hands on my shoulder and pushed down until I was on my knees. I didn't feel like he even cared about me at all, but rather he just wanted to fuck my face.

"Pull them down" Mark said, with a grin.

I complied, and my face met with his rock hard cock again. I let my tongue out and licked the shaft up and down, before putting the head in my mouth. I started sucking on just the head, and licking my tongue all over the piss hole, trying to get a taste of his pre cum.

"Mhhm, that's better" Mark groaned.

I moved down on the cock further and started taking a little bit more in my mouth, then pulled off again. I started playing with his balls too, massaging them in my right hand as my left hand stroked his large shaft in rhythm with my mouth. I moved my mouth as far as I could go when Mark grabbed my head. He held it in his big hands, then started pulling my face down past my safe point. I started to gag a little but Mark pulled me off just in time. I took in a breath before getting pulled back down. From this point on, Mark was in control of the blowjob. Other than my tongue, he took what he wanted. I wanted to really pleasure him, but I felt like he just wanted to cum. He thrust back in forth into me while my tongue flickered all around his massive cock buried inside my mouth. I was so aroused then I was willing to give Mark anything, but I wasn't even hard. My little dick was so feminine then, especially compared to Mark's manly cock. I felt like a schoolgirl getting fucked by her principal.

Mark started to moan a little and picked up his pace. I readied myself for the gift I was about to receive. I put my tongue under his cock and waited on my knees for him to shoot, which he did soon after. I felt the hot creamy liquid hit the back of my throat and the walls of my mouth. He shot a couple of times in my mouth before pulling out and covering my face with his cum. I licked the cum around my lips and brought the rest of it to me mouth with finger, licking my lips after my finger would leave my mouth. I cleaned up his cock before Mark broke the silence.

"You give the best blowjobs," he said. I think that was the first nice thing he had said to me since I walked in.

"Thanks," I smiled and stood up. I cleaned my face up with his towel, and then went in for a kiss when he put his hand between us. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just I don't like to kiss girls after I cum in their mouths." That was understandable, but I still felt like he was ignoring me. "I'm gonna head home now, see you tomorrow."

Mark put his clothes on and left, but on his way out, he said, "By the way, you look really great all dressed up and on your knees."

"Thank you," I blushed.

"And you still have a little cum on your chin," he added.

"Oh, whoops!" I brought my finger to my chin, then wiped it off my chin and brought it to my mouth. I licked my lips again but when I looked up, Mark was gone. I changed back into my boy clothes, then walked home.

The whole walk home, I was debating whether Mark actually liked me or the blowjobs. He did think I looked good, and texted me when he needed me, but on the other hand, he barely acknowledged that I was the one on his knees. I couldn't decide, so I tried to get it off my mind. 

When I got home, I ate dinner then went straight upstairs to just forget the world with my video games.



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Everything went on through the week like usual. I blew Mark on Wednesday because he had practice then too. Again, though, it was as if we had completely different feelings, or as if he didn't have them at all, but either way it happened, and that was done.

I felt pretty good about myself with my secret, up until Thursday came around. I had English class with Kenny, the Kenny from the café! I was worried that he would recognize me, but luckily for me, Kenny, although very sweet and gentlemanly, was on a different planet half the time. He seemed lost half the time, too.

"Hey, Ethan," he said as he pulled up a chair next to me.

"Hi," I said back. That was pretty much our conversation. We weren't good friends, and class was starting anyway.

Once the teacher assigned us something to do, the class got to work, except for Kenny. He was staring at his phone. I looked over at saw that he had typed a message and was about to send it to Alice! If he did, my phone would go off, and my secret would be revealed, maybe. Hopefully Kenny wouldn't put two and two together, if that were to happen. His finger hovered over the send button, then went to edit the message. Once he was done, he was about to send, when he decided against it again. He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket, looking a little gloomy when he did.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Just something, you don't want to know," he replied with little confidence.

"Sure I do, I could help you out."

"I don't know, it's about a girl."

"Great, I can definitely help you out then," I said with a smirk on my face.

"All right, fine," Kenny explained the situation to me: how he had met this pretty girl and wanted to text her, but didn't know what to say. I had to stop myself from blushing before I could respond.

"Well, if she gave you her number, she wants to meet up again, and I think she'd probably be a little upset that she hasn't got a text back yet.

"Shit, really?"

"Yeah, and I don't think it matters too much what you say, as long as it's nice and opens up a conversation." I helped him decide what to write, but I told him not to send it until lunch, as she was probably still in class and he didn't want to get her in trouble. He agreed and then we went our separate ways to the cafeteria.

Right after I got my lunch, I got a text from Kenny. In my mind, I switched persona and became the cute little blonde that he had met in the mall café. I read the text and immediately fell under his charm. Even though I knew what it said and even helped write the text, I was still very happy to get one with a little romanticism, unlike Mark's. He called me beautiful and told me that he was thinking about me. He ended the text by asking me out to another meeting for a drink. I was flattered and even surprised a little because Kenny had added a few nice things I didn't know about. I said I was busy this weekend, but the following weekend I was free. He seemed really excited to meet me in his texts, and to be honest, so was I.



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On Friday, Greg and I were hanging around school with some friends, waiting for the bus. We were all talking about the coming weekend while our friends got on their buses and left. Eventually, everyone was on their way home except Greg and I. We were the only ones left at the bus stop.

"Got any plans for the weekend?" Greg asked.

"Nope, so far, it looks like I'm just gonna hang around the house this weekend."

"Well, then, do you mind asking Alice if she wants to see a movie with me tomorrow?"

"She'd love to go." I winked at Greg and a smile spread across his face. Then my bus arrived. I hugged Greg tightly goodbye, and then got on the bus. When I did hug him, it was obvious he was aroused, and when I looked back at him from the bus window, I saw him adjusting his pants and walking with straight legs. I never got over the power I had over men, making them weak with my flirtatiousness and taking their words away from them. I especially loved it when I could do that with Greg, I felt like we had something special going. 

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Changing Room Prank Ch. 03



Saturday morning, I awoke so excited I nearly jumped out of bed. My date with Greg was today and I was determined to look my best and most feminine for him. I really hoped that maybe he would be able to appreciate my hard work, unlike Mark. Mark and I had been seeing each other recently, but I was quickly losing interest in getting dressed up for 10 to 15 minutes of Mark fucking my face, then leaving. I started off with a nice warm shower and shave. I liberated myself from any hair on my body and made sure to use the moisturizing body wash I had bought earlier in the week, as a gift for my "girlfriend." When I stepped out of the shower, I ran my hand up the side of my leg and felt the soft smooth skin. I moved my hand around my legs some more until I reached my balls, which were also hairless. I gently squeezed them, appreciating the smoothness. When I was finally done with that, I dried off and got dressed in my Alice clothes, then decided that I needed a wardrobe update. For this, though, I knew I would have to leave the house as Alice as well and do a little shopping. Luckily I had saved up some cash. It was supposed to be for a new computer, but now, electronics just didn't interest me any more, and instead I felt compelled to buy new outfits, shoes and lingerie. These changes are for the better, I thought to myself. I thought about going to the mall where it had all started, but I was scared that one of the clerks might recognize me or my outfit, so I decided to go a little further north to a different mall.

When I got inside, I made my way to a women's clothes store. There were so many clothes to try on: dresses, skirts, blouses, cardigans, and lingerie, at the very least. When I walked in, I instantly became envious of women everywhere. They were able to enjoy wearing these kinds of clothes every day. To wear a miniskirt, and have men watch them as they walked away, to slip on a dress and feel beautiful and comfortable at the same time, to pull a revealing thong up their legs knowing that someone would appreciate seeing it every time they bent over. Those were the things I was most jealous of, but the list could go on forever. 

I probably spent too much time trying on party dresses, evening gowns, and miniskirts, but I felt too girly to stop at any time. I was finally able to decide on an outfit to wear for that night. Shaving had given me more freedom to show off some leg and so I bought a black miniskirt that was almost shorter than it was wide, showing off plenty of skin. I also got a sleeveless ruffled red blouse, with buttons down the middle, and a pair of black 3-inch heels. I didn't want to overdress with the heels, but I couldn't resist. Another item that caught my eye was a pair of red panties with small white polka dots. I bought that for tonight as well as the matching bra. 

As I walked out of the store with my purchases, I felt very confident; and then I walked past a beauty salon. The sign in the front window read, "Free makeover with every purchase of a deluxe bombshell makeup set." I stopped in my tracks and checked my wallet. "I had just enough money left for the set, but that would leave me without enough money to even buy lunch." I didn't have to think twice, though: I chose the makeup. I did want to start watching my weight, and I did need my own makeup set. Also the makeover was too much too pass up. I would look great for Greg and would actually learn how to do it myself for the future.

"Hello, welcome to Jane's," a friendly saleswoman said. "How can we help?"

"I'd like the deluxe set with the makeover, please," I asked nervously.

"Sure, right this way." She led me down the hallway and into a secluded section of the salon. She put a set down on the table and told me Shawn would be with me in a few moments, as she returned to the front of the store.

Shawn, a young black-haired man, entered the minute the woman left. "Hi, I'm Shawn," he chimed. He was wearing a tight shirt and tight black pants. His outfit and voice suggested that I would probably have a better chance with him if I were Ethan, or even better, Mark or Greg. "So you want to look beautiful? Big date or no special occasion?" he inquired as he picked up a set of brushes. I didn't think that a haircut was included, but I wasn't complaining. He went to work on my hair, as I made up a story to make it sound more realistic as to why I was going on a date. He kept telling me that my date must be a lucky guy and that I was going to blow him away. I knew that he was probably doing it for the tips, but I was still flattered and quite bashful. I thought about our date, and about what Greg would think when he saw me, and how he would react. I started getting a little hard and felt the panties start to stretch. I had to cross my legs to hide it, but to be honest, I didn't think that Shawn would have minded.

When he had finished my hair, a woman came in to do my makeup. She wasn't as talkative as Shawn, and kept mostly to herself, but she was being very careful. As she went on, I was taking notes in my head. There was so much that I had to learn! It took longer than I expected, but it was definitely worth it. There was no trace of Ethan left, just a beautiful girl who looked stunning. I was shocked I could look like this. I sat and admired the woman's work; I couldn't have thanked her enough. My eyelashes fluttered so elegantly and my lips were a thick red. She also blushed my cheeks a little, to give me an additional feminine touch. 

When I left I was glowing. I had a brand new outfit and professionally applied makeup, as well as the heels. I had never felt more accomplished and full of pride leaving a mall before. I never stopped smiling all the way to the car. I sped home and quickly made myself lunch. Then, I undressed in front of my mirror and started dressing in my date clothes. I first slipped on the red and white polka dot panties and bra. I swayed my hips in them a little, before moving on to the skirt. I pulled up the black miniskirt and adjusted it around my waist, trying to find the right amount of skin to show. I let it hang around my thighs, halfway to my knees. Next, I unbuttoned the red ruffled blouse, pulled it over my shoulders and slid my arms through. I buttoned it up, but stopped about two thirds of the way. I completed my look with the 3-inch black heels. They accented my curves quite well and forced my chest out. They also stretched my calf and thigh muscles, making my legs look so sexy. I walked around in them for some much-needed practice. I stumbled a couple of times, but then got the hang of it. The makeover and the new outfit had really transformed me, and the baby-smooth legs didn't hurt. 

I was still practicing in front of the mirror when Greg rang my doorbell. I quickly grabbed my clutch bag with the essentials such as lipstick and condoms. You know, just in case. I fixed my skirt, pushed up my bra, took a big breath, and then opened the door. Greg was standing there with a rose in one hand. When he saw me, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened almost to his hairline.

"Oh, my God, Ethan? Is that you?" he asked. His eyes were going up and down my body, and he was obviously enjoying what he saw.

"No, it's Alice," I laughed and winked at him.

"You look, amazing! I mean, really, wow!" he exclaimed, with his jaw still hanging.

"Thanks, you too," I said behind my red cheeks. That was just the reaction I was hoping for. "Is that for me?" I asked pointing at the rose in his hand.

"Oh, yeah, here," he smiled and brought his jaw back up.

"Thanks," I said as I took it from him and returned the gift by giving him a soft kiss on his right cheek. "Shall we get going?"

"Yes, let's." Greg led the way to his car. He opened the door for me as I stepped in. It felt good to be treated as a real woman. During the drive to the cinema, Greg told me that Mark had just gotten a new girlfriend yesterday, Susie. I wasn't surprised. Susie was known to put out and Mark always went for the low-hanging fruit. I guessed it meant that he wouldn't text me that often any more, which was kind of a relief, as Mark wasn't the tender lover type. 

When we got there, Greg got out and ran around the car to open my door. He held out his hand and helped me out of his car. We kept our hands gripped together all the way to our seats in the theater. We sat near the top, allowing for some privacy during the movie. I couldn't tell you what the movie was about, because during the first few minutes I was looking at Greg half the time, and for the other half of the time Greg was looking at me. Then our eyes met, and Greg moved in closer. The low-lit theater, the smell of Greg's cologne, and the feeling of the clean satin panties under my skirt created the perfect atmosphere for our first kiss. Greg leaned over, brought his right hand to my cheek and pulled me in closer. There was so much chemistry between us. I felt as if he really cared about me, the same way I did for him. I felt him put his left hand on my thigh as he opened my mouth with his tongue and started interacting with mine. I gently sucked on his tongue, and put my hand down on top of his. I let Greg move up and down my thigh, inching under my skirt every so often, but not getting too close to my crotch. 

We continued dancing with each other's tongues, and Greg moved his hand from my face to around my shoulder. I kept one hand in my lap, and the other on Greg's. We made out like that for a decent amount of time, occasionally taking breaks, where I would rest my head on Greg's shoulder with his arm around my back, holding on to my waist. Whenever we stopped, I couldn't wait to resume. Later tonight, maybe I would be able to remember the feel of his tongue in my mouth, imagining what else it would be able to do. 

When we had gotten into a solid rhythm, I put one of my hands on Greg's jeans. I moved up to the bulge in his pants and outlined his cock with my hand. It was just as I thought it would be from what I could remember. I pushed my hand down on it and stroked it as best I could through his pants. Then I pulled down his zipper and let his cock spring out. I wrapped my hand around it and started rubbing him right there, in the theater. I broke our kiss and smiled at him and he smiled back. I pulled my legs onto my seat, then got on my knees facing Greg, with my tush pointed out toward the wall. I kept stroking him as my head went lower and lower, getting closer to his trouser soldier that was standing at attention, straight up. I let my tongue fall onto it, then licked around the head. I kept my head low, moving down further until I had engulfed his cock with my mouth. I started bobbing up and down with my lips in a tight lock. He started groaning then, which let me know he was enjoying it. The head was starting to move deeper and deeper in me as I kept my mouth full of his cock. He started running his fingers through my hair, and tilted his head back. I knew he was getting closer, so I pulled off.

"Why'd you stop?" Greg asked with a confused look on his face.

"I want you to be this aroused when we get home," I replied.

"Fair enough." He complied, as he put his tool back in its shed. He gave me a kiss, then put his arm back around me. I slumped back under his big arm, and we watched the few remaining minutes of the movie like that.

Once the movie ended, Greg sprang up and offered his hand to me as he led me to the car. We walked quite quickly. I could tell Greg was excited and couldn't wait 'til we got home. When we got to the car, he pulled me in for one last kiss before we jumped in and made our way to my house. I clumsily unlocked the front door, then we resumed making out from the moment we were inside. We stumbled through the hallway, kicking off our shoes as we did. I had my arms linked around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. Greg held me up by my ass, and then carried me into the bedroom that way. 

Greg let himself fall backward on the bed, and I fell on top of him with my legs on either side. I rubbed up and down against his cock through his pants as I kissed him. He started unbuttoning my blouse and pulled it off. I unbuttoned his, and then opened it. I leaned down and started kissing his chest. Greg just lay there, enjoying the ride while I licked and sucked his nipples. When I felt he had had enough of that, I got up and pulled down my skirt, leaving me in my red bra and panties with the white polka dots. I stood at the front of the bed and was about to climb back onto Greg, when he moved to the edge of the bed and sat there, eye-level to my panties. He looked at me with a wide smile on his face. He put his hands inside my panties on each side, and then he slowly moved them down, pulling the panties down and letting them fall to the floor. There he was, face to face with a little 4-inch girly dick, but he didn't even hesitate. He went straight for it, putting the whole thing in his mouth. Not that I was that big, but I was pretty impressed Greg would go all the way down on his first try. He played with it perfectly in his mouth, using his tongue better than I could have asked. I gently placed my hands on his head and went through his hair with my fingers, appreciating every little movement that went on inside Greg's mouth.

Greg pulled off for a brief moment and licked his lips, when I got on my knees in front of him.

"I wasn't done. Didn't you like it?" Greg asked curiously.

"I loved it, Greg, it was amazing, but I want to return the favor now," I gently whispered to him.

Then I kissed him one more time before pulling his pants and boxers off in one motion. I put my hands on his thighs and then stared at him for a second.

"It's such a beautiful cock," I cooed. "So big and perfect, I just love sucking it."

Greg let out a laugh then fell backward on the bed, telling me I could do whatever I wanted. I got right to it and continued from where I left off at the movies. I enjoyed the taste of the pre-cum that had formed when he went down on me. Then, I went balls deep. I juggled his balls between my fingers in my left hand and my right hand stroked his thigh. Meanwhile my mouth was full of thick cock; I started gagging a little and pulled off. I took one breath and got right back into it. I didn't want anything more in the world than to suck his big cock all night. I bobbed up and down for the next few minutes on his cock, until Greg sat back up, and told me he wanted to cum in my ass. I stood up, complying. Greg also stood up but only to get the lube. He told me to lie down as he slowly crawled up to my ass, where he applied the lube, then slipped a couple of fingers in, feeling around, making sure that I was a little stretched before fucking me.

I looked up at his face with such excitement, like a little girl on Christmas Day. He was standing at the foot of the bed as he grabbed both my legs and held them high in the air, allowing me to rest them on his shoulders. He wrapped one hand around my little thing and the other one around his, as he guided his lubed-up cock to my waiting hole. Right when his cock touched my ass, he started stroking me, very gently. He slowly pushed harder and harder into my tight hole. Then his head was in, and the rest just slipped in gracefully. Greg was such a gentle lover, and he knew that it could be painful for me. I loved how he wanted me to enjoy this as much as he would. He calmly eased in further and further. I was starting to feel the pain of his enormous member inside me, but with him jacking me off, the pain subsided, and I was able to focus on the pleasure. 

"Are you all right?" Greg asked.

"Wonderful, just don't stop," I smiled at him,

With that he grabbed my hips and picked up the pace. He pulled me into his rhythm and didn't slow down. Greg slammed into me, and filled me all the way up with his giant monster cock. While I was upset that he had let go off my little thing, he made up for it with the prostate stimulation. Greg was reaching far inside me, to places I didn't even know existed. All I could do was lie back and moan. Greg was grunting to himself moving quicker and quicker. He was giving it all he had, and I just let him pound my prostate over and over again. 

Greg started panting with the effort he was putting into fucking me. I was having the time of my life, but felt a little selfish for just lying there while he did all the work, so I suggested that he lie down and let me get on top of him. Greg was fine with that and pulled out of me. As soon as I got off the bed, he fell down on it, with his cock standing straight up. I straddled his chest and put my dick right on his chin. He avidly sucked on it and savored it. I giggled at this, and then inched back on my knees until I felt his cock. I lifted myself up a little, and then eased down on it. I held it inside me for a couple seconds, enjoying the fullness of my rectum. Then we got back into a rhythm, with me in the driver's seat this time. I bounced up and down, screaming and moaning as I did. I rode him like a cowgirl and felt his big strong chest muscles while I did.

Greg just couldn't hold off any longer, and shot a thick warm jet of cum deep inside my ass. I gasped when he did, but kept my bouncing going, making sure every last bit of cum had been shot inside. It was overfilled, and the cum started leaking out onto his cock and stomach. He lay catching his breath while I rotated my hips around his deflating cock.

"Shit, I came before you did," he said.

"It's fine, it was lots of fun," I replied with long deep kiss.

"No, I want you to finish too,"

"You don't have to, you were great!"

"Please put your cock in my mouth, then," Greg begged. I was impressed that Greg would actually want to suck me off after he had come. Earlier, I had never even thought he would have gone down on me in the first place, but he had, and now he was actually begging for it again. I complied and sat on his chest with my cock. He took me with no resistance. I came soon after, and he swallowed! We were both too tired to get up after that: we both fell asleep together, in each other's arms.



Changing Room Prank Ch. 04



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Greg must have been up first, because I woke to him rubbing my dick through my panties. I always knew Greg was more sensitive than Mark, but I never thought it would come in handy. We spooned together, with Greg's big arm around me gently massaging my panties. I moved back into him, letting him know I was awake. I could feel him getting harder after only a few seconds of me easing against him. His hand went under my panties, where he got a firm hold. His hands were enormous, and only made my thing look smaller. Not that I was under 4 inches (from my estimate), it's just that it could have been in his hands' shadow, literally. Greg got very into it and started dry humping me as he stroked me. I twisted my neck back to look at him, and then, when we made eye contact, he went in for a kiss, which I accepted. I rolled over so we were face to face on our sides. Even though Greg had to adjust his grasp, he didn't stop. I put my hand on the back of his head, and ran my hands through his hair. Greg picked up his pace, and I let out a sigh of pleasure. I wanted to return the favor, but his arms were in the way. I couldn't even focus any more. The pleasure was building inside me. 

Once I came in his hand, he took his fingers back and licked off the cum. I was catching my breath back, and was about to go down on him when Greg got out of bed and threw on a T-shirt.

"Where are you going?" I asked, puzzled. Didn't he want me to suck him off?

"To get you some breakfast," he smiled back at me and left. I was confused. Why would he let me cum, and then not expect anything in return? I didn't understand him. Mark, on the other hand, wouldn't have even given me a hand job, let alone walked out of a room without me blowing him. I wanted him to come back to bed, so I could enjoy his cum too, but then again, after my own orgasm, I wasn't craving it as much as usual.

When Greg came back he was holding a tray with breakfast on it and wearing nothing but an apron.

"I get breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this?" I smiled coyly at him. "I didn't even know you knew how to cook."

"It's just toast and some eggs," he replied. "No trouble at all." I felt so happy with Greg. He was so caring and considerate, and he would go down on me! I was the happiest "girl" in the world. I propped myself up against the headboard and Greg placed the tray on my lap. Then, he went to take care of the kitchen while I ate in bed. I sat there thinking how amazing my life had become since I slipped on those white lace panties in the mall. I was finishing up eating when Greg walked back in.

"Did you enjoy your meal?"

"Yes, very much so, thank you again."

"No problem. Do you want to thank the chef?" Greg said as he looked down at the tent in his apron.

"I just d... oh." I laughed at my mistake. "I know what you mean." I had finally seen a little dominance in Greg. I felt like that was missing until now. I put the tray down on the bed and then moved my feet off the bed on to the floor in front of Greg. I was smiling from ear to ear with anticipation when I pulled the apron to the side. The curtain came up and his cock sprang out. All of Greg just stood up and out, pointed straight at me. I gave Greg one last smile, then went to enjoy his cock. I put one hand on the top of his cock, and then licked underneath the head. I grabbed the base and started to make out with the head itself. I licked all around it and then smeared my tongue on the hole. I tasted Greg's pre-cum and let it move along my tongue, as I used it for lube to let his cock slide into my mouth. Those locker room sessions with Mark paid off in the end; I had become an exceptional cock sucker. I got off the bed and onto my knees on the carpet, so much more comfortable than the tile floor. Something that I preferred about blowing Greg over Mark was that he let me take my time, and I felt like he appreciated me more. Every time I licked underneath the shaft when he was inside me, he would gently whisper a long "yes," and then gently push my head down on to his cock, but just a little. He would let me know that he was enjoying it and encourage me on. I kept sucking and licking, because I wanted him to feel happier with me than any girl. I pulled his waist in to get him to push deeper into me. I kept my mouth on his cock as I went down further and further on him, then pulled back off. When I pulled off, I would give the head a kiss, and lick, and then pump his cock into my mouth while going down on him again. Occasionally, between these cycles I would stop and lick the head like an ice cream cone, just to break the rhythm and keep it new and surprising for him. 

I kept him going like that for a while, until he told me he was ready to cum. I stuck my tongue out and put the head on my tongue. I started furiously jacking him off and tugged on his balls ever so gently. My mouth was ready and my eyes locked on to his. Then he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and exploded all over my face. He couldn't control it and what was supposed to land in my mouth was on my face and chest. I licked his cock as he was finishing up, staying on my knees and appreciating the beautiful rod. Greg let out a sigh and then broke the silence.

"You've got to clean up -- how about we take a shower?" Greg suggested. I was more than excited to shower with Greg. He helped me up, took my hand in his, and he led me to the bathroom. I undressed and washed off my makeup before getting in the shower. Then, as we were getting in, I realized that because I had no makeup, there was no more Alice. It wasn't Ethan either, though, I had become completely neutral, but this didn't seem to faze Greg. He just opened the door and got right to showering. I came in after him and had to brush up against his cock to fit in. The whole time we were in the shower we were very close, which led to a lot of rubbing up against each other. We both had hard-ons and would let them mingle frequently. When we got out, Greg grabbed a towel and put it around me, then pulled me in for a kiss. He put his hands around my waist and pulled our bodies closer as we kissed deeply now, our cocks fully getting to know one another. Eventually we broke the kiss, and Greg went to brush his teeth.

"I don't really have any of my things with me, so I think I'll take off now," I said.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you like," Greg said with imploration in his eyes. 

"Thanks, but I've got things to take care of at home anyway. Do you have some spare clothes I can change into? I don't think I could walk home in broad daylight with an outfit like this."

"Sure, I'll go get some clothes." Greg pulled on a pair of boxers then left the room. When he came back he gave me jeans, a T-shirt, socks, and boxers. "Are these all right?"

"Yeah, they're fine." Greg left again, and I closed the door. The first thing I did was put the boxers up to my face. They smelled just like him. I let out a sigh of pleasure and then got changed.

Greg was cleaning up the bedroom when I walked to the front door to leave.

"So, I'll see you around then?" Greg asked nervously. He was still under the impression that I was Alice, and his girlfriend. 

"Of course, Greg, we hang out all the time." I replied with a sneer.

"All right, then, see you later," He opened the door for me and I took a step out when he grabbed my arm.

"What is it?" I asked. He then pulled me in for a deep kiss. I started to return it then pushed him away remembering the current circumstances. "Are you crazy?" I nearly screamed. He had kissed Ethan, not Alice. I didn't think he ever saw me like that. I walked off the porch without turning my head back. I was confused as ever about myself now. 

On the walk home I should have been reflecting on the great time we had on our date, at home, and then again in the morning, but all I could think about was the last kiss. Greg wasn't supposed to kiss me, Ethan. Everything was going fine until he had shown his feelings for Ethan. I didn't know why I hated it, though -- I had loved our kiss. I don't know why I broke away, but I felt like I had to. I felt his tongue on mine and fell in love with it, so why did I jump? I told myself I wasn't gay; rather, Alice was just a very active girl. I couldn't handle all these emotions, and I was too tired to focus on anything. As soon as I got home I took a nap. When I woke up, I gave my homework some much needed attention until late in the night. It was a tough day for me, so I put the panties on to help me relax. By then, complicated thoughts of my personas and sexuality were too much of a burden, and I drifted off to sleep within the minute I crawled into bed, enjoying the smooth panties rubbing between my thighs.

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The next week at school, Mark passed me by without a second look. We were still friends, but now that he had a girlfriend, I was no longer his go-to for sexual relief. I couldn't get over that easily. I thought Mark had had fun with me, as I had with him. I knew he didn't show his emotions a lot, but if he didn't want to see me any more he could have at least told me. I shouldn't have missed Mark as much as I did; he only liked me for the head. But then again, I liked giving head a lot as well and Mark's cock was more fun to play around with than Greg's. Both of theirs were big enough, but Mark's was much thicker, and his balls were larger and they hung loose, dangling, enticing me. 

Kenny and I became better friends during the week, especially because for some reason I was able to know exactly what to say to Alice, his date for the weekend. Things were also going ok with Greg. We were never alone, except for when my bus was late. When it was, Greg and I would be left alone together. I didn't know if Greg was trying to flirt, or just pass the time, but every now and then, he would hint he was interested in me. When my bus would finally arrive, he would hug me tightly and whisper in my ear, "Goodbye, Alice." Just when I was starting to figure out who I was, Greg would always flip everything I knew upside down. 

This was starting to become a real issue for me. I was talking to Kenny about his date with Alice and referred to it as our date. Luckily, he didn't hear it, but it was starting to get too dangerous for me. At least with everyone else I knew I could be neutral, not a guy or a girl, but just a friend. 

Mark was just a friend for the first few days of the week because I figured now that he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't need me. It turned out I was wrong. Mark and I were in gym together, along with all the other students who were getting dressed in their shorts for class. I was tying my shoes, as everyone else was already leaving. I got up and was about to leave the empty changing room when I heard Mark's voice from the back.

"Hey, Alice," he called out. I paused for a second, and then continued on. I was Ethan now, and 

Mark should learn that. "Ethan, wait!"

"What is it?" I responded this time.

"I want to talk." I was amused. Mark hadn't really communicated much with me since the first sleepover, and now he was telling me we needed to talk. I obliged anyway, and followed him into a secluded corner. "I've missed our, uh, hangouts together after school."

"That was with Alice, you'll have to talk to her." I need to separate my personas, I thought to myself.

"C'mon, can we please acknowledge what is going on?" Mark said sternly.

"All right, fine," I agreed. "I've been blowing you, I mean, Alice has been blowing you after school occasionally."

"She used to, now you and I barely talk. I miss you."

"Well, you have Denise now, isn't she enough?" I asked. I thought his girlfriend would be able to please him enough.

"She doesn't do it the way you do. It's so much better with you."

"Alice does it better," I emphasized. Mark wasn't getting it.

"This is too confusing," Mark sighed. "I don't care which one of you it is. You both have a curious tongue and that amazing ass." Mark reached around and grabbed my butt and then squeezed it a little. I had missed that. Greg was too sensitive sometimes, and Mark was just such a dominant man. I needed to be submissive for the whole Alice thing to work.

"Oh, stop," I giggled as I brushed his hand off, hoping it would return soon.

"No, I love that ass," Mark replied, laughing along with me. He moved his hands around me again and this time slipped under the waistband behind me. "You're wearing the panties now?"

I was, and I had almost forgotten. "I guess I left them on when I got changed this morning, do you mind?"

"Not at all, I love those panties, with the little trim."

"Actually, I bought another pair," I blushed.

Mark's face lit up like a little boy's on Christmas. "Well, let me see them!" Mark said enthusiastically. I got up and pulled down my shorts. "Very sexy, now do a little turn for me." I did as I was told, and then wiggled my bum for him. "Oh, I love it, wait, did you shave, too?"

"Yeah, I'm glad you noticed." I was baby smooth, and it felt nice to have Mark notice the time I took shaving and moisturizing.

"You're so soft and feminine, I just love it. Come sit down," I was about to sit back down on the bench when Mark pulled me down onto his lap. Our faces moved closer and I thought to myself, Ethan wouldn't do this, but I couldn't leave this strong, sexy, and loving man. I didn't have to decide anyway. Mark made the first move and pulled my head in closer until we felt each other's tongues on the insides of our cheeks. Whatever, I'm wearing the panties, so that's Alice enough, right? I justified making out with Mark as Ethan, but I was just making excuses so I didn't have to tell myself that we were gay, well, Mark probably wasn't. I was pretty easily swayed by my thoughts, though, just because of how badly I wanted to make out with Mark.

I put one leg over Mark, and straddled him. I felt his cock growing underneath. I started grinding him while making out. I was incredibly horny and craving his cum.

Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the sound of the opening doors of the locker room. I jumped off Mark and quickly pulled up my shorts, covering the secret undergarments. Mark bent down and pretended to tie his shoe.

"What are you guys still doing here? Coach wants you outside now!" It was just Jerry. He hadn't seen anything.

"I guess I'll see you around later," I winked at Mark and left for the field. How the roles had switched! Now I was the one leaving Mark dry and anticipating. It felt amazing; I had power over a man almost twice my size and build. Now I knew why women withheld sex from men. Mark just sighed and laughed at the situation. It was fun to play around with men.

I had to seriously do some thinking throughout the week, though, and discover myself a bit more before my date with Kenny. I caught myself mixing Alice in with my everyday Ethan life, referring to Kenny's date as our date, for example, or having Mark kiss Ethan instead of Alice. I was also constantly day dreaming about new guys, new positions, and different outfits I had seen in the stores. I would also linger in front of store windows, admiring the mannequins' outfits, imagining what the clothes would look like on me. I would never have done this prior to my night with boys, but now it was becoming increasingly frequent.

I realized now how much I had overreacted when Greg kissed me as Ethan. How could you blame him? I was not always clear about my personas and the way I want them to be treated. It was only that I really wanted to love Greg as a girl. Was that too much? But now, making out with Mark without even any makeup on? This was stepping into a grey area. Alice and Ethan were becoming inseparable. That's going to cause some problems with Kenny, I thought. 

I was going to let something slip; I knew it. The date was becoming less and less innocent. I was becoming worried that Ethan would slip out of Alice, or that Alice would take it too far and forget her place. She's impossible to control. Either way Kenny wouldn't be taking it much slower than Alice. The flirtatious texting had escalated and Kenny was definitely expected some sort of thanks for the drink he bought way back when. I could only hope that he kept his hands to himself, and the same went for Alice! Until then, I had one too many ignored reports to focus on.



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Changing Room Prank Ch. 05



I know it may have been some time since the last chapter, so if you've forgotten some of the story or if you're just jumping into the series, I'll give you a quick summary. In chapter 1, Alice began her journey as a cross dresser after what was initially a simple prank turned a platonic sleepover into 3 way for her and her friends. During the date however she met a classmate who was clueless to her true identity. In this chapter they go on their first date. In the other chapters Alice reconnects with her friends and struggles with her sexuality and new persona. She is constantly developing herself so if you read these for the plot, you might want to read the preceding chapters to fully understand the writing. As for the few but inspiring dedicated fans, the pleas to write more do not go unheard; I read all of your fantastic comments! 

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The week came and went and Kenny was still texting Alice with much enthusiasm. He no longer needed Ethan's help, though, and we weren't talking as much now. I wanted to know if he was excited or scared, or if he was going to try and make a move on Alice, but he wouldn't divulge too much information any more. Before, he would rush to me with every new text and consult me. I would practically write the entire conversation as I was texting for Alice too. I found the coincidence funny but there was no one I could tell. Now, though, Kenny would barely tell me if he even texted Alice that day. I knew he did, obviously, but I wanted to know what he was thinking and what he was planning. Unfortunately, I had to wait for Friday, when he planned our date.

While Kenny and I were growing apart, Greg was mirroring his behavior and started to border on ignoring me. I couldn't blame him, though: the last real conversation we had ended when I stormed off his porch after he kissed me as Ethan, not Alice. I was almost outraged that he had tried this, but after only a little bit of reflection, I realized how much I was overreacting. I had never told Greg that I wanted to be his friend as Ethan and much more as Alice. He was confused when I pushed him off, and when he called me Alice casually he thought he was just flirting, but he didn't realize the significance it had. 

To me, it seemed like the entire persona of Alice was nothing to Greg, and he was just another horny teen looking for the next place to stick it in, but I knew he was so much more than what I gave him credit for. He cooked meals for me, he took me on dates, he held doors for me, and when we had sex, we made love. Greg was a lover and took nothing more than he gave. I was lucky to have him. I was really lucky to get any guy. I don't think anyone else in my class would be OK with Alice. I forgot how much I should be thankful for Mark as well.

Maybe Mark didn't just ask for a blowjob whenever he felt horny: maybe he knew that it made me feel like a woman. This was a stretch, but it was still a possibility. I remember the first time he saw me dressed on my own. He called me Alice, and he said she was beautiful, and when I told him I wanted to be a girl, he assumed his position as a man. He told me I had to please my man. Was this him being horny, him wanting to help me realize who I was, or a little of both. I hoped it was the latter, or was all that just a lie so he could fuck me? I hadn't considered it before. I quickly shook out those thoughts. Mark wouldn't have created that elaborate plan just for an orgasm: I convinced myself then that Mark cared about me, but I was going to have to see in the days to come how he really felt about me.

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The date night approached, and I started to stress about what I was going to wear. It was early in the week, but I was already worried about my very limited wardrobe. I couldn't make any excuses to get out of the house during the week and getting Alice's clothes in through the front door was always a very tense time, so I decided to order them online. I began browsing for casual dresses then got carried away and started gazing upon gowns and party dresses. I remembered what I was doing then got back to it. I ordered a modest floral dress and large purple belt to match the flowers on my dress. 

I decided that I should order some shoes to go with my outfit, and then I went down a slippery slope of online shopping. I ordered a pair of light purple pumps, and then I got really adventurous. I added stockings and a garter belt to my personal collection as well as a black g-string and a petite black satin nightie. I knew that I wasn't going to let Kenny get anywhere near the stage where I invited him in to see my underwear, but I was fantasizing, and I didn't want to stop. Then, I took another big step and decided to order a bright pink vibrator. I felt so naughty doing it, but I couldn't stop anticipating its arrival even though I had just ordered it.

With my outfit sorted, I was finally able to relax and take care of the erect dick in my pants. I hadn't cum since I was at Greg's, so I was expecting to get off quite quickly. I got started with my usual routine by loading up a video on the internet and then pulling my pants down, but for some reason, I couldn't climax. I sat there masturbating, but it just felt like something was missing. Dismayed and shocked, I gave up after a few near-climax moments, feeling they were enough for tonight. 

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Friday came around and I was taking books out of my locker when Kenny walked joyfully down to me and stopped, leaning against my locker with a smile.

"You did it! The date is tonight, and I can't thank you enough for your help. "

"Thanks, but I just helped you get what was in your heart onto the screen, you did it too."

Kenny blushed, "That's it, thank you so much again, any more great advice for tonight? Do you know what Alice might be expecting?"

Of course I did, I knew exactly what Alice wanted. It was almost too easy. I told Kenny what cologne to wear, and what kind of shirt he should wear for tonight. I wanted go on and describe to him everything I wanted to see in a man, but if I had gone any further, I would have sounded like a stalker. As far as Kenny knew, I had never even met this girl, and I was already prepared to tell him all about the way she cut her sandwiches! He thanked me for the cologne suggestion, but questioned my decision to go with a collared shirt. I told him it would be an evening date, and she would expect it, but he just told me he would consider it. "Fine, I guess we'll just have to see what Alice thinks," I thought. It was too easy to be right. The bell rang and we both went to our classes, and I never got the time to meet up with Kenny again, but a few hours longer to wait wouldn't be a tragedy. 

I went home and started my transformation into Alice. First, I got in the shower and began slathering my legs, arms, and anywhere that needed it with shaving cream. Luckily, as far as hair went, my face wasn't an issue. I had barely managed to grow some lip fuzz over the course of a month a couple months back, so facial hair would not be a problem in my transformation. 

As I finished the last stroke on my leg, I smiled and reached down to feel the smoothness of my legs. It was nothing new, but it felt so feminine and was a symbolic process for me. It was also, as usual, an arousing experience. The stroking of my soft legs got me in the mood, but again, for some reason, I couldn't climax. The shower had a track record of housing some of my most explosive orgasms ever, but this time it failed me. It still felt like there was something else I needed and this missing piece wouldn't let me cum until I found it. I rinsed off.

I took out my newly acquired makeup kit, and with the help of some online tutorials, I began applying it. I was proud of myself after I had finished. I had been getting better after practice, but this look was almost professional: it was like it was something I'd been doing all my life. I slipped on my underwear and bra, and tucked loose ends into their place. I was walking out of the bedroom when I heard the doorbell ring. 

I looked outside and saw a mailman's truck. Startled, I rushed to put on my guy clothes to answer the door, but I suddenly remembered my make-up. Even if I had wanted to take it off, I wouldn't have enough time; these mailmen didn't wait very long. I threw off Ethan's shorts I was putting on and grabbed the red blouse I had grown so attached to. I heard more knocking this time, and louder, as I was doing the buttons on my blouse. I was only a little more than halfway buttoned up when he knocked and yelled, "Anybody home? I'm about to take off now." I raced down the stairs still only wearing nothing but my panties from my waist down. 

I flung open the door and exclaimed "I'm here, wait!"

The mailman almost dropped his jaw. "Um, p- package for Alice Johnson." He was stumbling over his words at seeing me. There I was in panties and a bra, with a blouse that was buttoned barely enough to cover my stomach. It must have been straight out of a porno!

"I'll sign." I took the clipboard from his hand and gave him my signature. I handed him back the clipboard but he didn't move. "Excuse me?" No response. I assumed that all the blood in his brain had gone south. "Can I have your package now?"

"What?" He looked shocked, and I had expected that. I chose my words carefully, just enough to be flirtatious but also casual.

"The box under your arm. I think that's for me?"

"Of course, sorry." He was brought back to reality and handed me the package. I thanked him, then closed the door. I could tell the makeup had done its trick.

I went upstairs and emptied the contents of the package on my bed. I took the dress belt out first and laid everything out on the bed. Then, I pulled out my light purple shoes with a modest but tricky heel. Next I took out the unmentionables and set them on the bed too. Then, beneath all the clothes, I suddenly remembered the toy I purchased all those nights ago, the pink vibrator. It was bigger than expected; I estimated it to be about 9 inches. I grasped it and held it for a while, before hiding it in a box under my bed. I put on the garter belt, then the stockings, rolling them up my legs. It gave them a lovely curve and elegance. Then I slipped into the floral dress and fixed on my belt. I sat down on the bed to adjust my shoes, and then took a step in front of the mirror. Staring back at me was a girl ready for an evening out with a handsome companion. I hoped Kenny was putting in half as much effort, but that was unlikely.

When the time came for the date, I went downstairs for a quick drink to calm down, but unfortunately I was interrupted by the doorbell yet again. Kenny was there waiting for me. I opened the door and greeted him with a hug. 

"Hi, how have you been?" I asked gleefully while releasing my arms from around his shoulders.

"Fine, and you? You look great, by the way. I feel a bit underdressed now,"

"Thank you, I've been looking forward to this date all week." 

"You don't think I look underdressed?" Kenny asked nervously.

"Maybe just a little, but it's fine. I love your cologne, though, you smell great." Hopefully now Kenny would take my advice more carefully.

We continued the meaningless small talk to his car and talked about our weeks during the drive. When we got out of the car, the first thing that I noticed was the smell. Even though I couldn't see it, the smell of salt sea told me we were at the marina.

He went around the car and opened the door for me. He held out his hand and helped me out of his car. I abruptly got up and nearly fell over, as it was one of the first times I had ever worn high heels, but Kenny caught me. Although when he did, he may have been trying to sneak a feel of breasts, which was worrying for me, seeing how I had stuffed my bra with tissues. I got my balance back and we began to walk down the boardwalk together. It was still light out and quite warm, but there was a gentle breeze that would occasionally blow my dress up a little, causing me to force it back down and blush in the process. Kenny just laughed along with it and took my hand.

We continued down the boardwalk until we got to the restaurant where Kenny had reserved a spot. When we walked in, I saw him slip the waiter a bribe and whisper something into his ear. I couldn't tell what he said, but I'm assuming it's what helped us get the most desired table in house, right by the window, with a perfect view of the sea. We ordered our food and chatted nonstop until it came. We talked about anything that came into our minds. Whilst I was rambling on about something that probably had no point or interest at all, Kenny sat and admired everything I did. What I had to say wasn't important, but Kenny would have watched me go on and on forever. Alice may have only known Kenny for a week, over text, but I felt we could tell each other anything, and I almost did. During another one of my stories, I casually mentioned urinals in the bathroom and, as if that wasn't enough, the ending would be a dead giveaway as to my gender. 

"Why were there urinals in the girls' bathroom?" he asked. He sat up and looked at me with a quizzical look.

"Oh, we were in the boys' bathroom," I lied.

"What were you doing in there?"

"That's where Mar-," I elongated the 'r', stalling to think of a girl's name in place of Mark's. "-rrla, Marla, decided it would be best." I cringed internally at that, and I immediately cursed myself. Couldn't I think of anything better?

"OK, then," Kenny was still unsure about the semantics of this story, but that wasn't important to him. I finished my story rather hastily, and left many unanswered questions, but I quickly changed the topic. 

The sun was going down, and the light was escaping us. Kenny signaled for the waiter to come and the attendant lit the candle for us.

"Oh, romantic," I giggled.

"I just want everything to be perfect for you," Kenny and I locked eyes across the table. He put his hand on mine. My heart was racing. I responded by slowly and softly brushing my foot against his calf. "Wanna get out of here?" I nodded at him and this prompted Kenny to ask for the check and quickly pay. We walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, and strolled down the boardwalk once again. We walked by the water and past the closing vendors. There were still street performers out, though, only now their music was soft and serene. The temperature had dropped a little while we ate, and I never noticed how little women had to keep themselves warm with. I shivered at the sense of a cool sea breeze passing by my bare skin on my arms and legs.

"You're cold, aren't you?" Kenny asked.

"It's just the wind," I replied.

"Here, you've got nothing to cover yourself with," He took off his coat and placed it over my shoulders. Everything felt so right at the moment, the sun was setting over the waves, there was the pleasant drone of a violin in the background, and Kenny had just shown me how selfless he could be, as he had been doing during the whole evening. I leaned up on my toes and placed my lips gently on his. I came back down on my heels and Kenny smiled at me. He was nothing but content. The coat fell on my shoulders and he put his hands around my back. We stood there in close conditions with our foreheads gently touching each others. I grabbed his shirt just below the pockets and pulled Kenny's body closer to mine. We kissed again, and Kenny pulled me in as well. The moment was straight out of movie or from a dream of mine. 

Our kiss progressed and opened my mouth just a little to let his tongue only just enter. We Frenched under the setting sun and I threw my arms around his neck. I was elated, and couldn't describe the feeling I had. I loved the way he always opened doors for me, and I loved the way held my hand when we walked, and I loved this kiss, but could what I felt for Kenny be love? I had known him for a couple of years, but that was as Ethan. I had known him as Alice for only a week or two, and already I felt loved by this man like no one else has. I know it was terrible of me to do so, since I had had such a great time with Greg last week, but it felt so right. I didn't want to complicate things now, so I pushed all that aside and fell back into the experience. We were like that until the sun was finally out of sight.

When it did start to get too dark, we walked back to Kenny's car. We sped off down the road, but he missed the turn back to my house.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I could tell where this was headed.

"I know a place around here with a great overlooking view of the city. It's also very secluded." I was almost sure I knew what he was talking about. "It's called Dawson's Ridge," he said, confirming what I was speculating. It was a quintessential hookup place for kids in the area. Many of my friends have bragged about getting laid up there and how easy girls get with a great view and a little alcohol. "Ever heard of it?"

"Yeah," I replied almost unenthusiastically. I turned to look out the window. Here I was, driving in a decent car, to a romantic setting with a very handsome man. It was the perfect high school love story, but I wasn't the perfect high school girl. Maybe in Kenny's eyes I was, but there was the one little issue under my dress that he still didn't know about. I was going to have to do something before it got too serious.

When we arrived, the view was no less than everyone had made it out to be. I could see for miles, and the town looked so pretty on a clear spring night. "Alice, I just want to tell you that this was the greatest day of my life because of you, and I really loved spending time with you."

"Thanks, I feel the same way. This has been an amazing date so far and I can't thank you enough."

"My pleasure," he said. "You know, you look beautiful under the moonlight." We locked eyes yet again and we both moved are heads closer together until we were back to where we had stopped on the boardwalk. "This is fine, just a little kissing," I thought, but how far would it go? He put his hand on my thigh but I brought it back to my waist instead. I didn't want to discourage Kenny because I did want this, but I had to, or else he would get a possibly nasty surprise. To compensate, I put my hand on his thigh and slowly moved up until I felt his throbbing cock in his pants. They were tight pants, but Kenny was definitely excited. I massaged his crotch over the pants. I knew it what it might lead to, but I kept doing it anyway. I wanted to show him that I wanted to do this too, and I wanted so much to please him, but I just couldn't go that far. He put his hand back on my thigh, and then I broke the kiss and brought my hand back to my lap.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"It's fine, we can take it slower if you want," he desperately answered.

"No, it's not that. I really like you and I want to do this, but I just can't, I'm so sorry."

"That's fine, I guess." Kenny slumped back into his seat. I awkwardly glanced around the car. "You're right, though, maybe not on our first date. I mean, we've only known each other for a couple weeks." I smiled weakly back at him. At least he was trying to be understanding about it.

He drove me home with little conversation between us. I didn't want such a perfect night to end this way. When we arrived at my house, he again opened the door for me and walked me up my walkway. I stopped before the door and took his hands in mine.

I looked up at him and spoke, "I really did enjoy tonight, it was the most fun I've had in a very long time. I've never been with a guy who makes me feel this way. I'm sorry tonight didn't end the way you maybe had planned, but I still want to go on another date with you."




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"Forget about just then, if that's what you want, then fine, we'll take it as slow as you want. I just want you to be comfortable."

"Thanks, do you think we could hang out again some time?" I asked shyly.

"Of course, you're amazing in so many ways; I want to spend a lot more time with you."

"You're perfect," I said. He looked down at me, and kissed me goodnight. I leaned against the door as I watched him get into his car and drive. I watched him drive all the down the block until he was no longer in sight. I opened the front door and let out a sigh of relief

After I got inside, I went up to my bedroom and kicked off my shoes. Our date was fun and cute, but I couldn't get what I really wanted just yet. I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes. In my head I saw Kenny and me together, and then I let my imagination wander. I thought about us in the car together, and then I imagined us taking it even further. I start rubbing my panties and felt my little boy clit responding, but I wasn't getting hard. That's when it struck me: I suddenly realized that I hadn't gotten hard at all during our entire date. 

This certainly made things less complicated for us, but it was also very confusing. "Why haven't I been getting erections?" I thought. I went back into my mind. I imagined my fingers unzipping Kenny's pants. Then I thought about Kenny's cock and suddenly remembered the vibrator I had ordered. I reached under the bed, grabbed the box and reached in for the pink delight. I set it down as I got up and took of my dress, garter and panties. I kept the stockings for the comfort and womanliness and I also kept the bra on just to prolong the moment.

I fell back onto the bed and started caressing my balls, but that didn't do much for me. I jerked my dick a little, but it wasn't really that great either. I closed my eyes to get back into the scene with Kenny again, and imagined us without our clothes in the backseat of his car. I get up on his lap and feel his cock under my ass. I grind it with my hips and make out with him as he feels my imaginary breasts and butt. I started getting really into it and then started rubbing my little dick again, and the sensations were coming back to me. We push our bodies closer and closer into each others' and Kenny starts thrusting his hips up as well. 

I got out the lube from my bedside drawer and picked up the vibrator. I held it in my hand and then licked in up the side, imaging I was pleasuring Kenny right now. His cock is thrust between my lips as my girly mouth accepts every motion.  I brought my mouth over the toy and started licking and sucking it. I loved sucking dick, but there was really no point or interest in sucking this. I opened the lube then applied it to the vibrator. I brought it down to my crack then slowly slipped it into my hole, and let out a little gasp at the initial penetration. This is exactly what I needed; the anal stimulation was what I had been missing. 

My dick responded and starting growing quickly. Kenny slowly inserts his massive dick inside me, allowing just the head to be in. Kenny pushes further in and I feel it penetrating my ass gradually. I started going in and out with the vibrator as well, mimicking what was happening in my head. Kenny grabs hold of my tiny thing and starts stroking it. I can only moan in pleasure. He picks up the pace and starts driving into Alice's ass. Alice responds with pleas of Kenny to go harder and faster. Alice moves her ass around Kenny's cock, making sure she can get all of it inside her. I was brutally assaulting my own ass now and I decided to turn on the vibrating function. With the quick switch of a button, I was in heaven. I used the vibrator to replicate anything Kenny might do to me. I took my hand off my dick so I could use both hands to force the vibrator deeper inside me. 

No matter how much I had I wanted more. Kenny is now thrusting into Alice. He grabs her hips and gives it all he's got. He can't hold back any more. Kenny begins to explode into Alice. Then, without even touching my dick, I came. But it wasn't like I usually do. The cum sort of came out in a smooth flow and just kept pouring out. The feeling was magnificent and unlike anything I have ever felt before. I was still hard and horny so I kept shoving the vibrator in and out. I came again, in the same way as the first time. The pleasure was more than any other climax in my life. I came like that again only ten seconds later, but after that, I was spent.

I was panting and gasping for breath after this monumental orgasm. I never knew I could feel like that. My dick no longer needed to be touched anymore for me to cum. I could just play with my ass and think about and that would be enough. I cleaned myself up and put away my dress in the hidden part of the closet I kept Alice's clothes. That's when I realized that I was not just a boy dressing up occasionally any more. I had multiple sets of outfits in my closet now. Ethan was slipping away. My multiple outfits and more womanly orgasms were evidence that I was changing physically and mentally. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I did know that I was changing. What I only hoped it was for the better.

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Changing Room Prank Ch. 06



Hello to anyone still following this story. Sorry for the delay but the story continues! Feedback welcome and comments encouraged! -LBD54




As every Monday before then, I was too tired to get out of bed. I dragged my feet on to the floor and rubbed my heavy eyes. Despite how tired I was, I was still eager to get to school. There were no interesting classes or events happening today, I just wanted to see Kenny again. I knew I couldn't greet him with a kiss or tell him how much fun I had on Friday but I needed to be close to him again. I changed into Ethan's clothes, put on Ethan's backpack and headed for the door.

When I got to school, I scanned the hallway for Kenny. I walked to his locker but he wasn't there either. I slumped back against his locker and sighed. Greg was walking through the hallway and we made eye contact for a split second. His face lit up when saw me and I tried to fake a shocked and excited face too.

"I didn't see you all last week. Were you in school?" he asked. The truth was that I had been avoiding Greg. Greg was one more complicated relationship for me to deal with as it was, and I didn't want to go any further yet. 

"Yeah, I guess you must have just missed me. How have you been?" I said. The small talk was incredibly forced but I politely stayed.

"All right, but I missed hanging out with you." Greg gave me a wink and put his hand on my side. I quickly responded by wiping it away.

"What are you thinking? We cannot do that here!"

"Do what?"

"Touch me like that, someone might see it."

"Like who?" I couldn't think of anyone girls I cared about that would see that, but Kenny came to mind. I don't know why it would matter though. He didn't know that his girlfriend was actually the boy who sat across from him in algebra. 

"I don't know, just don't do that. I'm Ethan, OK? If you want to fool around you can talk to Alice." I emphasized 'Alice', but I don't think I was getting the point across to Greg.

"Ethan, stop. Don't you love it when we get together? I know I do, and it feels amazing. Every time I'm with you I want it to last forever and whenever you go, all I do is think about us."

How could reject this poor kid? Greg had poured his heart out to me right in the hallway without a care for who heard it. Luckily class was starting so no one was around, but I still would have preferred it if he could keep it down a little.

"Greg, I do love it, but this is so sudden. You know how much has changed for me in these last few weeks alone." The bell rang. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. Can we please talk about this some other time?"

"Sure, but what if I don't see you again?" Greg's eyes told me how worried he was about that possible scenario.

"I know where to find you, don't worry." I turned and walked to class. I had a strange feeling in my stomach, though. I was lost in my thoughts. Why did I have to make it so complicated? I thought. I slumped down into my seat and stared blankly and the chalk board for the next hour.

After three mind-numbing classes lunch came around. I found an empty table in the cafeteria and sat down. Shortly thereafter I was joined by Kenny.

"Hey, Ethan, how come you're sitting alone?"

"I just want to think about some things, I guess," I said with glee as I looked into Kenny's eyes. "I'm glad you're here though." I couldn't contain my girly glee when I saw my crush. 

I would change the paragraph as follows: "I just want to think about some things, I guess." I couldn't contain my girly glee when I saw my crush. "I'm glad you're here though," I said as I looked into Kenny's eyes.

"OK, how was your weekend?"

"Nothing special, how did your date with Alice go?" I didn't want to talk about my own weekend, but this question inadvertently opened up a topic about me as well. 

"It was incredible. I can't thank you enough for your help. We had such a great time. She loved the place I picked, too, as per your suggestion and she liked my cologne. How did you know she would? She looked amazing too. She wore this purple dress and these shoes and she was beautiful." 

"Wow, it sounds like you really enjoyed yourself." Kenny was almost impossible to stop. He was talking a mile a minute. I loved to see him this giddy, though, at least it meant he enjoyed himself as much as I did.

"Yeah, that night was fantastic. Except she didn't want to go all the way. It was a little disappointing, but I don't mind too much, as long as we keep seeing each other. I wonder if she's available this weekend."

"She probably didn't want to go all the way because she just met you. It sounds like she really likes you; maybe she just isn't ready yet."

"You're right, Ethan. She's too special for us to rush it." I wanted to jump on him and just tell him how adorably cute he was. I wanted to kiss him and feel his body rub against mine again, but it had to remain a secret, and that was torture.

"Just tell her what you told me and you'll be fine."

"OK. I can't wait to see her next." Kenny put his head in his hands and stared off into the distance. "Shit, I've got finish my history assignment, I'll see you in class." Kenny jumped up and left me to be alone with my lunch.

This day just kept getting more complicated. Greg and Kenny were both madly into Alice and sooner or later, one of them would find out about each other. I walked out of the lunchroom with my eyes focused straight ahead. There was no one I wanted to talk to right now.

As I turned the corner, I felt someone grab my arm. It was Greg again.

"Who were you talking to?" Greg questioned.

"Just Kenny, does it matter to you?"

"Does Kenny know?"

"OF COURSE NOT!" I scream-whispered at Greg. Not yet, I thought.

"Sorry, I was just wondering. What did you guys talk about?" Why did Greg care? He was getting weird.

"Nothing, we just ate lunch together. Let go of my arm." Greg realized what he was doing, let go, and apologized. I gave Greg a look and then walked off. What is his problem?

When I got to history Kenny waved me over. He had saved a spot for me. During the whole class he wouldn't stop talking. He was either describing his favorite parts of the date or talking about Alice or asking for more advice. I knew what he could do, but I told him there was nothing else I knew.

"You can handle this yourself from now on. You know what you're doing now." I gave him a reassuring look and a pat on the back. Kenny gave me a quizzical look. He opened his mouth, but rethought what he was about to say and then decided not to say it.

"Do you think so?" he asked.

"Yes, didn't it go well? Aren't you two happy?"

"Yeah, but I want it to stay this way, and I really don't want to mess it up."

I nearly blushed. "You're doing fine" as I said as I looked into his eyes. There was a tension. Kenny looked back into my eyes then made a face as if he was trying to figure something out.

"Have you – um... never mind." Kenny laughed to himself and thanked me. He got back to his work and kept himself entertained with whatever thoughts he had in his head.

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Friday night was game night for our high school. The season had just begun and Mark was going to be starting for us. Greg invited me to come watch the game with him, but "just as two bros," he had stressed. I liked the idea of being able to hang out with Greg again. No matter how close emotionally we were, we still hadn't enjoyed the casual closeness of buddies we had before the day at the mall. Greg and I laughed at the same dumb jokes, wore similar dorky outfits, and talked about which girls we thought were the hottest, or used to. We were almost inseparable during the first few years of high school. I really wanted to have that back, but I knew that innocence was long gone. Maybe this would change things. A great game, lots a people and just two friends watching the game.

The first half didn't look easy for either team, but Mark seemed to be doing pretty well. We cheered him on as best we could from the stands and shouted his name whenever we could. Greg and I were having a great time embarrassing Mark. Greg had gone to get some food while I stayed back and held our seats. I took out my phone to kill the time and saw that I had a couple texts from Kenny. Hey I was thinking about us and last week and I think now I definitely OK with taking it slow. I get it now, its cool. The next one was him asking Alice out on another date. I had to politely decline, but not before telling him how much I appreciated what he was doing. Most high school guys probably expected something a little more PG-13 but he seemed patient enough. Thing was, though, I didn't even want to wait that long. I really wanted to tell Kenny who I was, and what was really going on that day we met. There was no realistic situation where I thought I could do that, though. Either Kenny was going to find out some time, or I was going to lose him, but I couldn't imagine any of that happening.

Greg returned with a bag of peanuts and one large drink. 

"Why didn't you get two cups?" I asked.

"We can't share? We've done much worse than drink from the same bottle before." I gave him the shut up look and glaring eyes. Why couldn't he drop this? Why couldn't he understand Alice versus Ethan? These were small things that made Greg so much more difficult. 

During the third quarter, things started to slow down. Neither team had scored since the half and Mark had been benched after he fumbled the ball too close to his end zone. I took another handful of the peanuts and slouched back on the steel benches. I leaned back in for another handful, but when I reached in, Greg unknowingly had done the same. Our hands met in the bag and I thought nothing of it, unlike Greg. He turned toward me and managed a playful laugh, then gently rubbed his thumb across my palm. I turned around to see who was watching us, but obviously no one there cared about us; they were focused intently on the game. I smiled back at Greg, took his hand and dragged my fingers up and down its back. Even though we were at a football game out in public where we should be two regular straight dues there were still going to be these little games Greg liked to play, and I liked to join in on. We both brought our hands out of the bag and continued on watching the game. I couldn't believe how scared I had been of publics displays of affection. Greg did it so casually, yet his gesture made me feel so much closer to him. In retrospect, I was ashamed for having been so distant in the past, for fear that people who saw our closeness would judge us. Greg was far more mature than I was. He was able to move past what others thought and just go for it. I had always admired that about Greg. I was so concerned with personas that I never gave the people who cared about me any attention. I was angry at myself for being so shallow, but it was high school and none of us knew how insignificant these years would turn out to be. Well, less significant for some than others.

The game was coming to close and the opponent had just scored. We were now 4 points behind. With only enough time left for one more drive, the coach opted to put in Mark. He pulled him in close and said something to him that seemed to really hit Mark. The offense made steady progress but the clock was against them. They needed something drastic. The only play that could secure a win would be a Hail Mary to end of the field, and Mark was the best sprinter. The teams set up on the line, and then the quarterback called for the snap. Greg and I were both on our feet at this point, as was the rest of the crowd. The quarterback launched the ball deep down field, and my heart stopped for a moment. The ball finally came down somewhere near the end zone but it had become such a mess that no one knew who had it. The refs came and cleared the players, then out popped Mark with the ball. The crowd exploded, the marching band burst out and I pulled in Greg for a hug. I pulled him down and he brought his arms around me. I was so excited I jumped up and down still holding onto Greg. Suddenly I realized there was something very hard pressing into my stomach. I pulled away and asked Greg if he had anything in his pockets. Greg blushed and said "Uhh, no, I think you know what that was." I didn't mean to upset Greg for something so human, but it was an issue. If he got hard every time I touched him we're weren't going in the right direction.

"That's fine, I get them too, you know." I casually laughed it off with Greg but inside I knew now for certain that we were past the point of no return. Why couldn't we be just normal friends again?

Greg and I walked out of the game together to the parking lot. We walked past to its edge, where Greg's car was parked, so we were secluded from the rest of the crowd. I walked around to the trunk to get my bag and he followed close behind.

"Great game, wasn't it?" Greg asked. He smiled at me as he leaned against the car.

"Yeah, it was. Mark was amazing, wasn't he?" I pulled my bag out of the back onto my back.

"Sure. What are you doing after this?" Greg pushed off against the car and stood a little bit closer to me. He took a step forward then put his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing special really, uuh."

"My parents aren't home this weekend so I thought we could hang out." No doubt about it: Greg was horny tonight. 

"And do what?" I asked coyly.

"You know," Greg leaned closer and brought his hand to my face to brush away my hair. I slapped his hand away from mine and took a step back.

"Stop this already. I know what you've want but you can't have that right now, OK? Just stop it."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you being so complicated."

"I'm not," I retorted. "You just don't understand." Those last few words faded into the warm fall air. Greg's mouth sunk down on his face, and his shoulders dropped. I looked down at my feet, then back up at Greg. He shook his head, turned, and got in his car. Before he left, I knocked on the window. "I still had a really good time tonight," I said desperately. 

"Me too," Greg looked back with bleak eyes. Then it was silent again. We said goodbye and then Greg drove off. Again, Greg had ruined a perfect day. Distraught, I went to find Mark.

I took my bag with me into the girls' changing rooms, which was deserted after the cheerleaders had left. I dropped my pants and exchanged them for the light short shorts I had borrowed from my sister's closet along with a low cut blouse that hung loosely off my shoulders. My bra band was visible below the armpits and the shirt wasn't tight enough to show that I was basically flat. The shorts in contrast had to be squeezed into and went all the way down to maybe cover my ass. I went to the sink and brought out the small makeup bag I had with me. I carefully applied the makeup, hoping Mark would notice how hard I tried to impress him. I had to put on enough to be certain no one would recognize me. As I threw the old clothes into my bag, I heard the clicking of heels coming to the changing room. I froze. A woman who had yet to give up on her dream by living it through her kids walked through the door. She had worked hard enough to shed the baby weight twice by now, but kept a piece of herself in her daughters. Both of them were cheerleaders and she was the coach.

"Oh, sorry, I thought everyone had left already."

"Uh, no, sorry" I whispered.

"I was looking for Stacy, have you seen her?'

"No, sorry." I was shaking inside.

"OK, if you do, tell her to meet me out front, we have to get Rachel to the hospital. Did you see what happened today? Just awful."

Rachel had twisted her ankle during one of the routines at half time. 

"We don't have any replacements either, and we can't do the routine with an odd number. Do you know anything about cheerleading?"

Why did she think a stranger in the girls' changing room would be able to replace a practiced girl who had been practiced the routine for months? Who knows why, but she wasn't wrong to. I had gone to every football game since middle school just to see the cheerleaders. I memorized every move and ran through it a million times in my head. God, I wanted to be one of them so bad.

"I know some stuff" I responded, my voice was rising from a guilty tremor.

"Great, be at practice next Tuesday. I'm Ms. Lawrence." She held out a painted hand with a glee. I shook it lightly and responded.

"Alice, pleasure."

"Don't be late, Alice." She added as she turned to the door. What a dream come true. Years of silent jealously that was now all over with one short misstep of a cartwheel. I also owe this partly to Mark and Greg. That cruel changing room prank turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me if I meant I could be a cheerleader and become the girl that everyone lusted after. 

I breathed a sigh of relief and exited the changing room. I walked down to the locker room to find Mark and congratulate him on his game. I nervously paced around waiting. I had never before had this burning desire to see him. I waited and waited for him to come out, but everyone on the team had walked by and I was getting anxious. I thought that maybe Mark had left already to celebrate, so I texted Greg. I told him we could fool around now if he wanted to. He responded almost immediately "I'm on my way."

I waited outside the changing rooms for all the players to exit. I needed Greg to get here fast so I could save myself from the embarrassment. I worried that everyone who passed knew who I really was. Every time I heard someone laugh in the distance, a chill ran down my spine. I knew they were laughing at me. 

I asked one his teammates when he walked out where Mark was. He told me that Mark was still inside and that he was the last one. I completely forget about Greg and went in. There was Mark, in nothing but his shorts and cleats. I was able to get a good look at his ass before he turned around and saw me standing there. 

Mark hurriedly grabbed a towel to cover himself and said "You can't come in here!" He fumbled with the towel while telling me no girls were allowed.

"Mark? Don't you recognize me?"

"Alice? Shit, I'm so sorry. I had no idea it was you!" He calmed down and sat down on the bench, then motioned for me to join him. "You look so beautiful tonight. I've never seen you like this before." Mark stared into my eyes with complete lack of doubt that I was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. I blushed and returned a compliment.

"Thanks, you played really well today."

"Thanks, it was a tough game."

"Not for you, you made it look so easy. You just pushed past them with your big arms." I brought my finger to his arm and rubbed up and down his forearm.

He laughed that aside. "Thanks Alice. I just did what I could." Mark looked down and saw my pleading eyes. I brought my other hand to his stomach and gently stroked his abs. "Now? Alice, I'm covered in dirt and sweat."

"Well, then we'll have to clean you up," I took his hand and led him to the showers. Mark didn't protest at all. We walked to the shower then Mark pulled my hand back.

"Wait," I stood there confused. Why are we stopping? Let's go. Then Mark took control of me. He pushed me against the lockers and got nice and close to the point where his leg was between mine. I didn't feel violated or weak at all beneath him, I only felt safe. What happened next was almost subconscious for us. Mark grabbed my tiny little frame and it felt like he pulled my entire body up to his lips. Next he slipped the straps of my shirt to the side and pulled down my shorts. I slipped my hands into his skin-tight football pants, then pulled them off. Mark easily took off my bra, and in record time we were both naked and ready for a shower. "OK, now we can go."

I kissed him again, and told him I'd meet him in there. I went back for the lube I had in my bag. I dug through my bag, but was interrupted by a loud PING. It was a text from Greg. Where are you, I'm outside the field. Shit, I had completely forgotten about Greg. I wanted to be as far away as I could from Greg right now, but I knew he wasn't going to give up. Then again, I was Alice now, and Greg had been so good to me lately. I called out to Mark. I explained that I planned to meet up with Greg tonight. I began to apologize but Mark interrupted me.




Changing Room Prank Ch. 06



"Great, when's he getting here?"

"What? Don't you want it to be just us?"

"I mean, if that's what you want, but don't you remember how much fun we had that last time all three of us were together? I miss that."

"If that's what you want." I told Greg where we were and who I was with, then Mark and I went into the shower together. 

He turned on the water and started rubbing soap over his body, but I took the soap from him and rubbed up and down his body for him. He pulled me in closer to him by pulling my back in. Our cocks touched, and then Mark leaned in for a kiss. I put my hand on his neck and pulled him down to me. Mark knew what I liked and he delivered. I brought my hands down to his hips, then slowly rubbed his hips, moving closer and closer to his cock. 

I grabbed it in my hands, and then did what I always did. I got down on my knees in front of Mark and gave him the best blowjob I could. Mark leaned back against the wall, and let out a groan. I sucked his massive thing with more than vigor than before. It had been two weeks since I had sucked my last cock. Mark ran his fingers through my hair, the way I knew he loved. Mark held my head in his big hands and just looked down blissfully at me. I had only begun getting into a good rhythm but Mark pulled out. I followed where his cock went and eagerly went to get back it into my mouth, but Mark put his hand on my head.

"I want to cum inside your ass," was all he said. He picked me up and kissed me again. Once we broke the kiss I turned around, put my hands on the wall and stuck my ass out for Mark.

I turned my head back and gave him the "I'm ready" look.

"Wow, you are really eager for it today. What's gotten into you?"

"I don't know. I just need to have you in me now. I've been waiting too long for this." Mark slipped a soapy finger into my ass and wiggled it around a bit. My dick responded by producing a pearl of cum that held onto the tip. I moaned like a high school girl should, and then asked Mark for more. He eased in another finger, and pushed deeper inside me. I thrust my head back, and rocked my ass against his fingers. I rocked around in a circle, and Mark brought his other hand to give me a reach-around.

"Alice, you're practically leaking!" I actually thought I had been. With every thrust, Mark made me cum a little bit more, but not like man cums. Cum dripped onto the floor intermittently. "I haven't even touched your cock yet, though."

"No, but you've been hitting all the right spots, honey. God, it feels so good, don't stop."

Mark carefully fingered me while I moaned, then I heard a familiar voice from the entrance.

"Mark, Ethan, are you guys in here?" 'Greg,' I thought. Another moment he was ruining.

"Yeah we'll be right there." Mark called out. And then, to me, "Why doesn't he call you Alice?" I widened my eyes to say "I know, right?" So it wasn't just me. If Mark could understand it, why couldn't Greg?

Mark pulled his fingers out and walked out without any shame into the center of the locker room. I followed behind him, holding his arm tightly like a young girl held her father before the first day of school. Greg had seen me naked many times before, but I didn't feel very comfortable with it this time. 

"Hey, Ethan, good to see you changed your mind." His enthusiasm for me was emphasized by the raging boner in his pants he greeted me with when he hugged me. "So you're all warmed up, then? You want to get to it?" Greg gave my shoulders a little push down. 'Men can be such pigs,' I thought to myself as I dropped to my knees for him. I didn't even know why I agreed to it anyway. I went down on him with less than half the passion I felt when I was with Mark. I locked eyes with Mark who was standing to the side and witnessed all this happen. His eyes were full of concern and he slowly walked around Greg. I thought my sucking him would please Mark, but it didn't, so I pulled off.

"Mark and I were just taking a shower together, we're going to resume now and you can join us if you'd like." I said as I stood and walked over to Mark.

"Sure, give me one minute."

Mark and I walked back to the showers together. He read my face and realized what was wrong now. "I'm sorry, Alice, I just was thinking about last time. I didn't know... " I cut Mark off with a soft half-hearted reassurance that it would be fine. I put my hands on his shoulders again and Mark pulled me into the air with delight. I was whisked off my feet. My legs wrapped around Mark's back and the arms hugged tightly to him. Mark took hold of his cock in one hand and guided it to my hole. I loosened my grip and slowly slipped down his wet torso onto his cock. As I went down further on it, my groans got louder and louder and I started releasing cum again too. Once I reached the base, Mark put his hands beneath my arms and rocked up and down. I held tightly onto his back and helped him by bouncing on his dick with his rhythm. With his giant arms holding me and his cock keeping me in place, I felt closer and safer to Mark than I ever had with anyone. I nuzzled his neck and moaned softly into his chest. He was my protector, my lover and I was his. At that instance it became clear to me that I needed nobody else.

Then Greg walked in. "Whoa, guys, wait for me." I turned my head and saw him leaning against the wall while he jerked off behind us. 'Is that all you do, Greg? Ruin perfect moments?' Mark turned around as he lifted me off his cock. I let out a "pop" of disappointment when his cock finally came all the way out. 

"How are we going to do this?" Mark asked, eager to carry on. "How about we just take turns?" Though it wasn't really what I wanted to do, Mark had come up with a decent plan considering the circumstances. I wanted to love this, but now it felt so forced and ordained. We all did what Mark said and I started suck Mark again, until Greg poked me with his cock. I latched on and began to suck while Mark grazed his hand all over my soft and smooth skin. I felt his thighs and ran my fingers along his balls, which prompted a satisfied sigh from Mark. I sucked Greg's cock with as much effort as before, but I did want to him to finish soon, so I picked it up a bit. 

Greg could tell I wasn't giving it my all as usual, so he gave me a little encouragement. He pulled out his cock and slapped me with and said "Suck it like you mean it, bitch," The words were ones I used to love, but when Greg said them now, they only hurt. 

"Relax, Greg, we've got all night," said Mark in my defense. The conversation ended there and all that could be heard was slurping and the slapping of balls on my chin. As usual, I was dripping cum on the floor, but Mark was the only one who noticed.

Greg continued with his violent attack on my mouth, and I left out an audible gag, loud enough for Mark to hear. I gagged again, and this time the siren was heard and my hero came back. "Greg, stop it, she's going to choke."

"Fuck it, I'm about to cum down his throat." Mark pushed Greg off. 

"Can't you tell you're hurting her?" Mark went to push Greg again, but lost his footing on the slippery shower floor. Mark fell and took Greg with him. Greg fell on top of Mark now as Mark struggled to pull his slippery body out from under Greg.

Greg looked down into Mark's eyes, and Mark noticed. Greg paused, and then before Mark could say no, went in for a deep long kiss. Mark however was not pleased and shoved Greg aside. During all this, Mark had softened a bit, but Greg was still rock hard.

"Dude, relax, all right? It's just a kiss," Greg reasoned.

"Yeah, but it's you. It's just weird."

"Why? You are fucking with two guys in the men's locker room; it's not going to get any weirder."

"What are you saying, Greg?" I added. Insulted, I got up to stand my ground, with the support of Mark. "You don't get it at all, Greg; I'm not just some hole you can fuck!" 

"I'm not saying that at all, but right now that's what we're all doing. I don't know what was wrong about what I just did considering what we're doing now."

"You just don't get it." I mumbled.

"I think you should leave," said Mark.

Greg stammered, then closed his mouth appropriately and left.

Mark put his arm around me and kissed my head.

"Thanks for that, Mark, but I don't think we can do this anymore."

"I know what you mean. I'm not really feeling it anymore either." Mark returned with a towel and helped me dry off. He gave me my clothes and helped me get dressed. For the first time someone saw me transition. Even though I considered it to be a mental state, the clothes and make up changed me into the girl I saw in me. 

When we left the building, I mentioned to Mark that my parents weren't home and I didn't want to be alone tonight. Mark was bright enough to accept the offer.

Once we got home, I took out some leftovers for us and found a movie on TV. I pulled a blanket down and snuggled up to Mark. It wasn't long before we lost all interest in the movie. I pulled my legs up and tucked my feet into the couch. I leaned into Mark as he put his arm around my back and rubbed my thigh. Soon I got a restless and put my head down in Mark's lap. Mark dragged his hand up and down my back while I pulled down the zipper of his pants. I pulled the flap apart and gave his cock a firm stroke through his underwear. I traced the outline and then reached the waist band which I pulled down. Mark kept his hand on my bag but also found his hand slipping further and further. Then his hand slipped into my panties and squeezed my ass cheek.

"God Alice, I can't believe you kept this from me all these years." He squeezed and prodded and pulled my ass closer to him. I pulled my knees under me and pointed out my ass. Here I was on my knees in front of Mark again. I wish I could do this every Friday night. As I began to suck his cock for the third time tonight, he explored my ass. He pulled down my panties and my cock flopped out. Again I was leaking from being able to suck Mark and having him touch my body. Mark ran his finger along my crack and teased me before giving a salivated finger to my ass. "You're tight Alice, I think I'll have to loosen you up first." With that Mark grabbed both my hips and lifted my ass to his face. He plunged in and began eating me out while my sack bounced against his chin. While he swung my legs around his head I never let go of his cock, despite being literally head over heels. My legs dangled over the back of the couch while I tongued his cock and held myself stable by putting my hands on Mark's thighs. 

The feeling of Mark tonguing my hole was a new one. I was in love though. It felt fresh and like nothing I had ever had done to me. It became harder and harder to suck him as his tongue was causing me to lose focus. I felt the cum just dripping out of me onto Mark's chest at this point. Mark took this as a sign of encouragement and went even harder when the first drop on cum hit is chest. He kept it up for long enough as the pleasure became too much. I gasped, then wrapped my thighs around his head and held on for life while I exploded over his chest over an earth shattering orgasm. This was the craziest position and technique I'd ever used and I loved it, and I didn't even touch my cock once. Exploded was the wrong word use in fact. It was as if the valve had been opened and my balls completely emptied themselves onto Mark's chest and rolled down onto his stomach. I was gagged on his cock but managed to say "Don't stop" back to him. He kept eating until another two long ropes of creamy cum spilled down. I was exhausted but still completely horny, but Mark couldn't take it anymore. He lifted my legs back of his shoulders and lay me down on the couch. I fell on my back and laid my head across his legs. I looked beyond his dripping cock and into his eyes. We locked eyes then I giggled. 

"Sorry for the mess honey, and about your shirt." I said.

"I don't even care about that, I just want to know, how did you do that?"

"What? Cum like that?"

"Yeah, without even touching it." He asked. He was confused and apparently didn't know it was possible.

"That was you! You were amazing honey; you gave me the best orgasm of my life!"

"Well you're welcome then. I guess you're done then."

"Not even close, what are we going to do about this?" I asked as I wrapped my thin painted fingers around his thick, pulsating cock."

"You can finish it off when you're ready sweety."

"No Mark, I can take care of this the right way. Let's finish what we started earlier today." I gave it a couple more jerks and a kiss, then pulled myself up on Mark's shoulders and sat on his lap with his cock and my little dick in front of us. "Ready?" I asked.

"Go for it," He kissed me deep and then brought his hands down to my ass again. He lifted my to my knees, hovering above his lap. I scooted up on my knees then relaxed. My hole went down to his cock like a magnet, as it slipped it gracefully. Despite Mark's efforts, it still stretched me a bit went he went in. I moaned out in a mix of temporary pleasure and pain. Mark brought me in and hugged me close as he slowly slipped in. He pulled me in so close that my dick was pushed up against his stomach, and grinded into it.

I wrapped around Mark and held on as he took me on a ride. Once he was completely inside. He wrapped around my back again and pulled me up and down on his cock. I nuzzled his neck and licking him all over while I gave him a nice sized hickey on his neck. Mark just threw his head back into the couch cushion and kept his strong thighs pumping his cock deep inside me.

Neither of us would last long after the day we had both had. As Mark poked deeper and harder inside me and got faster and faster, so did my little dick as it was being pressed between our two bodies. We were both extremely close. Then Mark pulled me in tightly and pulled me down as hard as he could on his cock. It was thrust deep inside me causing my dick to react as well. We then came in unison as we both tried to outdo the other with our orgasms. Mark scrunched up his face while I dropped my jaw and head and dug into his shoulder. The cum shot of me like Marks did because I was receiving plenty of stimulation from the lube of my cum on Mark's stomach and the rough sex. We held that position but kept making out. Both of us knew we could live for lifetime and never experience that again. 

Mark lay down on the couch and I pulled off his cock. The cum began to leak again but I just pulled up my panties to cap it. I wrapped my legs around Mark's right leg and threw my left over his shoulder. I nuzzled back into his neck and smiled. Mark passed out unsurprisingly considering what he had been through. I only wanted the moment to last a little longer, but ended up falling asleep there with our cum still hot on each other's bodies.



Changing Room Prank



"I knew you liked it," said Mark, "You didn't have to give that guy your real number, but you did. Your phone has been going off for a while, you know."

There was no way of hiding it from Mark or from myself, I loved it. I put my head down in embarrassment.

Mark walked over to me until our bodies were inches apart.

"Is that makeup, Alice?"

He used my feminine name. He wouldn't even acknowledge that I was actually his best friend. I preferred that he did though, it would ruin the moment if he didn't.

"Yeah, I wanted to look a little prettier, is that a problem?" I said in the most innocent, flirtatious way I could.

"No, I quite like it. It really brings out the girl in you."

"Thanks for noticing actually," I said, smiling up at him.

"I've been noticing you a lot since this afternoon. Ever since you put on those clothes I've thought of you as someone else, like you're a real girl, and a beautiful one at that."

"That's the point, I thought I'd try being a little girly for an afternoon, and it turns out I love it."

"But that was just the tip of the iceberg today, honey." Did he just call me honey? "There's so much more to being a woman, like pleasing your man for example." With that, he grabbed my arm and pulled me in close. Then our lips met, and it was amazing. I had never kissed a man before, but I'd realized now how much I have been missing out. I'd never felt this way kissing a girl before; Mark had something that none of them had had.

I put my arms around his neck and he grabbed my back as we pulled our bodies into each other. We held each other close together while embracing in a passionate kiss, and stayed like that for a minute or two. Mark started to move his hands down to my butt and caressed my cheeks. He was such a passionate lover. He moved his hands all around my backside, and I let him. I just started playing with his tongue every time it went into my mouth.

As this continued, we pushed harder and harder into each other. I felt his erection press up against my waist. I swear it felt a foot long through his pants. I rubbed up against him a few time then moved one of my hands down from his neck and started massaging his tool. I felt it through his boxer shorts, and then pulled them down with my other hand. I broke the kiss to admire it, as I tilted my head down. For the first time in my life, I was looking at an erect, veiny cock. It may have not been as big as I estimated before, but I would still probably need both hands to reach around it. I put one of my hands on it and slowly started jerking him off as we resumed kissing. His hands began to explore my chest, as he started unbuttoning my blouse. With each button, a little more of my chest and the white lace bra were revealed. After the front was completely open, he moved his hands onto my breasts. I was worried that he would be disappointed, but to my surprise, he said they were just perfect as he moved his mouth around my nipples. Mark started sucking gently on them, giving me an occasional gentle bite. I knew this shouldn't turn me on, but for some reason my body was very responsive.

"Before we take off all our clothes, let's move this to the bedroom," Mark whispered to me.

"Sure, but which one?" I asked. We could have gone to the master bedroom, as Greg's parents were out for the night, but we weren't sure if they would come back. Then, there was Greg's room, but we both knew that if we did it in there, he would catch us. Instead, we went to his sister's room. 

We walked hand in hand to her room, and as soon as Mark had the door closed, we embraced again. His sister had a reputation for being a little promiscuous, and even we knew at least a few guys that had been in this room before. Fortunately, though, this worked out well for us. I was looking for condoms around the room as I knew she would have some, when I stumbled along her lingerie drawer. In it was every naughty girl's dream. Bra, panties, stockings, garter belts, handcuffs, and even a whip! I looked around some more and found matching bras, panties, stockings, and a garter belt. I pushed aside the whip and thought, "Maybe some other time." Mark went to the bathroom during this, so I wanted to surprise him when he got back. I quickly pulled off everything I was wearing and put on the lingerie, complete with pair of black heels I found under the bed. I adjusted the bra and stockings a little then got on the bed and lay down in the sexiest pose I could pull off.

When he opened the door, his jaw fell. There, on his friends sister's bed was a hot teen slut, waiting to get fucked. Also, he would be the one who got to take her virginity.

"Alice, wow, you look amazing," said Mark, while stepping closer to me. "You are absolutely beautiful," he said as he put something down on the bedside table.

"Thanks," I smiled nervously, not knowing what to do next, but Mark did.

"We are going to have fun tonight," he said, as he leaned in for another kiss. We sat on the edge of the bed together with our hands exploring each other's bodies. Mark was clearly more experienced than I was, and went where he wanted to. I let him feel my breasts again, then my ass. He moving quite fast, and started to rub my thigh, slowly getting closer to my panties. Before he could get close enough to feel the wet spot I had created in panties, he moved his hand down again. I couldn't tell for sure, but I was almost sure that Mark was trying to pretend he was with a real girl the whole time.

Then, Mark stood up and pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing his enormous cock. I gasped silently when I saw it; mine would be overshadowed by this thing!

"You know what I want," Mark said with a grin on his face. I moved off the couch and onto my knees in front of him. There I was, face to face with his monster cock, and my lips only inches away from it.

Up until this afternoon, this situation would have sounded ridiculous and weird to me, but now, it felt like my fantasies had come true. Despite posing as a woman the whole day, sucking a dick felt like it would be my true induction into womanhood (or at least sissy hood). I grabbed the head and squeezed a little bit of pre-cum out the tip, then moved my head forward and licked it off. Now I knew there was no going back.

I savored the taste for a little, then wrapped both my lips around the head and started going down the shaft. At first, I only went down a couple of inches then pulled back up. I started jerking him every time I pulled my mouth off his dick, and then I would just squeeze tightly when I covered it with my lips again.

I made use of my tongue as well. Whenever Mark's tool was inside my mouth, I would swirl my tongue around the head, then stick the tip of the tongue in his pisshole and try to get out as much pre-cum as I could. I think I started to develop an addiction.

I kept getting a little bit better at fitting him in my mouth, as I could get around 6 or 7 inches inside. Amazingly, though, this still wasn't all of it. When Mark got fed up with my teasing pace, he grabbed my hair and shoved my face on his cock. He started thrusting his hips back and forth into my mouth, as I became a fuck toy. I acted as a rag doll would in this situation and let him take control. He then grabbed my hair with both his hands and got even more dominant with me. I loved to be used like this, and I loved his dominant attitude.

"C'mon, slut, suck it! You're about to get a mouthful of cum, ready to swallow." 

"Uhhh," was all I could get out after that. When he called me a slut, I swear I almost felt the panties rip apart to let my cock free. The name turned me on so much. I didn't know it would, but I quickly realized that I loved it. After that, I chose to assume the role. I did want to pleasure Mark, and he was doing quite a good job of getting that out of me. I was hornier than ever with his dick in my mouth, so this was probably for the best. He was what I suppose most women look for in a lover, and I was getting the first-hand experience. I told myself that I was lucky to able to receive his cum. Ethan was gone now, Alice took over, and she was all woman, a submissive, slutty woman. 

Mark started groaning, and then suddenly, I felt a hot stream of cum shoot into my mouth. I almost choked, so I decided it would be better just to swallow, rather than try to savor the taste. He kept cumming, and soon my mouth began to overflow. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but there was just too much. Some started dribbling down my chin, and then Mark pulled out as he resumed shooting, but now on my face. He only had a couple of pumps left, but they were strong ones. Once he finished, I felt like a glazed donut. 

I stayed on my knees for a little bit, until I knew Mark had finished. I kept my eyes closed and started to move the cum around in my mouth a little, enjoying my first gift. But the appreciation was short lived.

"Clean it up now," Mark said with a commanding attitude. I moved over on my knees to meet his cock. It was still covered in cum. I moved my mouth back on it, and licked it clean. I sucked the cum back into my mouth and swallowed, licking my lips as I did, which Mark noticed.

"Wow, I've never seen a girl do that. You are a real slut, Alice." Mark said, smiling.

"Thanks" I smiled back at him. To be honest, that was probably the best compliment I'd ever received.

"Give me a second, then I'll be ready for the real thing." The real thing? I was nervous, and got butterflies in my stomach, or maybe that was the semen. I'd played around with a dildo before, but never imagined it as a man penetrating me. On one hand I was inexperienced and about to be fucked by my best friend, on the other, though, I was his girl who he was going to fuck regardless of what I said. I decided not to disappoint him, and let Alice take control again. She would know what to do.

"Lube me up," I said as got down on all fours in front of Mark. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and squeezed a generous amount it his hand. He rubbed his cock a little, covering it, then put some more on his finger and pushed up against my asshole. One finger went in and felt the walls inside. Then another went in. All I could I could do was gasp. As soon as the third finger went in me, I took a quick inhale.

Soon after his initial penetration, Mark started to finger-fuck my ass. He kept his fingers inside me for a while, moving them around and exploring, then pulled them nearly all the way out and shoved them back in me. Every time he did this, I would moan, and eventually he got impatient with the foreplay.

"Enough, I need the real thing now," Mark said, but it could have just as easily been me.

"I'm ready when you are, baby." With that, he pushed the tip of his lubricated dick up against the inside of my cheeks. After a little fidgeting, he got the tip inside me. I let out of soft moan from the pain, but that quickly changed to pleasure. Mark was blessed with what he had down there and made it clear to me. He slowly pushed into me, and my moaning got louder. Then he stopped, and I thought I had been able to fit all of him inside me without having to rip my cheeks apart, so I exhaled. That's when he told me he only had half of it in.

"But baby, I feel so full already, I won't be able to take any more," I pleaded with him.

"I'll go slowly and we'll just see how much you can take." Mark pulled his dick out until the head rested at the opening. He pushed back in and spread my sphincter for a second time. "See, nice and easy," he said as he went back and forth slowly, but only ever going a maximum of half way.

I had no problems with this. All the pain stopped and it became pure pleasure. We got into a good rhythm together as I started to push back against him once he was pretty deep in. This was probably the limit for me, since it was only my first time, but unfortunately, pushing my ass towards him must have meant something else to him.

Mark grabbed onto my hips started thrusting much harder. I felt a little pain from this but there was too much pleasure involved for it to matter. Apparently, though, he had had enough with this halfway stuff, and with one unsuspecting thrust, he shoved his cock deep inside me. I screamed out as he hit my prostate. I felt like there was football trying to get inside me. I wanted to tell him this was too much, and that I wasn't ready.

I started to say, "Mark, please..." but as I said this, he thrust into me once again, ending my sentence there with my own gasp. This just made it worse. Now he thought I wanted it harder. It was so big and it split me so wide, but at the same time I loved it. I couldn't tell if my moans were getting louder and louder because of the pain or because I knew an orgasm was building fast. As soon as Mark moved his hand down to my tiny little boy clit, I knew which one it was.

"Alice, you're practically leaking down here." It was true. Once he felt my little thing, he knew that I had been consistently leaking pre-cum since his first finger went in me. He played with my balls a little, then grabbed on tight to my little cock and started jacking me off in rhythm with the fucking. This was the first time that Mark had touched my dick. He wanted to believe he was fucking a girl at first, but I think now it just didn't matter any more to him.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" I screamed out every time he went balls deep. I never even knew something could be this deep inside me. I started moving back onto his dick again during the thrusts, and felt maximum penetration. I could hear and feel his balls slapping me, and his bush grazing my smooth ass. "Oh Mark yes!" I moaned out.

"Say my name, bitch."

"Mark!"

"Louder," he commanded.

"MARK!" I screamed, as his dick went all the way in another time. "Oh, yes!"

"Tell me what you need."

"I need you to fuck me hard, Mark."

"Tell me what you want, bitch."

"I need your cock deep inside me."

"What?" he asked, as he stopped with the just the tip inside me.

"I need your big cock all the way in me."

"Louder!"

"I need you to shove your cock deep inside my ass and make me your bitch!" I screamed. What was I saying? All the lust was blinding me as we just kept fucking as roughly as we could.

With that, though, he pulled all the way out then rammed himself all the way inside me. I couldn't contain myself. I screamed out another "Yes!" probably the loudest thing I've ever uttered in my life. I was completely oblivious to the fact there was someone else in the house trying to sleep, and with all the noise we were making, the whole neighborhood could probably hear us. But I was soon reminded of this.

"What the fuck?" I looked up and froze. It was Greg. He was standing at the doorway of the room. He was looking down on his two best friends doing it on his sister's bed. I can't even imagine what that must have felt like for him. "Who the hell is she?" he said to Mark. Oh, my God, I thought to myself, he hasn't realized that the girl is actually the same girl he left in the changing room earlier today. He walked over to get a closer look. Mark had stopped fucking me, but he was still inside me.

"HOLY SHIT! ETHAN?" Shit, I was done, my life was over. I thought I was going to have to move far away from here and never see anyone again, so I went to my last-resort option, as I knew denial or convincing wouldn't help. 

"Quiet down and my name's Alice, not Ethan." I said as I got off the couch and let Mark slip out of me.

"What the hell is going on?" Greg said angrily.

"Relax, Greg," said Mark. "Alice is best cocksucker in the country. She'll give you whatever you want, you can just stick it in her mouth and she'll suck you off!"

"No fucking way," he said, but I could tell that he was lying through his teeth. Also, I got a good look at the bulge in his pants when he realized it was me. It was obvious Greg wanted it as bad as I did, but I stayed silent, letting Mark talk for me.

"C'mon, we're having a great time." Mark said as he turned and pointed at Greg's pants. . "Seems like someone's getting excited." 

"Well, that's just because I thought it was a girl before."

"Oh really? So now you know and I don't see you getting any softer." 

"How about we take a closer look? Alice, take off his clothes." I got down on my knees and pulled down his boxer shorts. His erection sprang out to salute me. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly started to rub it up and down. I did this not because Mark told me to, but because I wanted to; it's just that I needed his permission first.

"Well, it's clear you're turned on by all of this, so why don't you just accept the invitation so Alice and I can get back to where we left off, and you can get a blowjob." I knew that would work, especially seeing how Greg hadn't gotten laid in months now. Mark had handled the situation quite well.

I got back on my knees in front of Mark as he pushed back into me. I moaned a little more as he slipped back into me and resumed his brutal assault on my ass. Greg got on the other side of the bed and got on his knees in front of me. I inched forward, with his cock leading the way until it sat just before my lips. I extended my tongue towards the tip and licked the head. Greg nearly came right there! I put the whole head in my mouth and started playing with his balls too. He pushed himself deeper inside me, and I just let him. I even encouraged him with my tongue as he did. Greg grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me. I had nothing to do but play with his balls now: he was in total control. I stayed like that, on my knees, with my mouth open and my ass being fucked. I was almost motionless, because once Mark went in Greg would back up to my lips. I became their fuck puppet.

I moaned into Greg's dick as Mark shoved all the way into me, then swirled my tongue around Greg's as he forced his cock into my mouth. The two of them worked in unison to have always at least one penis deep inside one of my holes. I loved it. There was nothing else I wanted at the time, but Mark gave it to me.

Mark could no longer contain himself and he started grunting, getting progressively louder.

"Oh, uhh! Get ready, I'm cumming, baby!" he said as he started shooting into me again. He held his dick all the way in during his orgasm. I felt the warm, gooey cum cover the walls of my ass. I felt completely full now; I didn't want it to change. There was so much cum it started leaking out of my ass. Mark recovered eventually and pulled out. There was a popping noise and I felt something start trickling down my thigh. I didn't want to lose it, so I quickly let go of Greg's dick in my mouth, and spun around, allowing him to take me from behind.

"We're going to do this right, baby." Greg said as he looked at my waiting ass. He flipped me over onto my back, then grabbed my legs and pulled them up over his shoulders. He now had complete access to my ass and could even use my legs as grip to thrust even harder, which he did. With this new position, my own dick was in view now. Greg noticed it was sticking straight up in the air, still coated with cum, and started to jack me off. I was thankful for that, as I had been silently crying for release.

Greg started thrusting much harder than before, giving it all he had. I started moaning again, as my mouth was free for the first time since Greg had entered the room. I got louder and louder with each thrust, and was getting pretty close to my own climax. Then, out of the blue, Greg came buckets into my ass. Again, I felt full, with man-juice being pumped into me. It was nice and warm like before. As he exploded in orgasm, I knew that this was something I could get hooked on.

All this sent me to my own climax, as I shot my own load. There was now three different men's semen in or on my body, and I loved it. I didn't stop shooting for a while, and during this, Greg kept jacking me and held himself inside me. Once I caught my breath and Greg pulled out, I pulled my panties back up, and could feeling a wet patch start to form.




Changing Room Prank



"God that was the best sex of my life" said Greg, while lying against the headboard.

"Same here," said Mark, still smiling.

"I'm just glad I could help" I said with a wink. I was so happy I had been able to pleasure them, and was already looking forward to the next time. I was ready to accept my role as their bitch who would give them whatever they wanted whenever they needed it.

All three of us knew that there would be more sleepovers to come.

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Thank you for reading, to everyone who got this far. Also,any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated!