7 comments/ 158185 views/ 68 favorites Girlyboy By: Dennis_St_John Sitting there looking at myself in the mirror while I touched up my makeup, I wondered what I'd become. The reflection gazing back at me with emerald green eyes was that of fresh faced young woman, 22 years old, dark blond, wavy shoulder length hair, a wide mouth with full pouty red lips, a strong chin and high forehead. A very good-looking young female, some might even say beautiful, but I'm no judge about those sort of things. She had full upstanding breasts, a slim waist, tight round bottom. Long, well shaped legs and small feet. Standing without heels, she was 5' -- 8" tall and could wear 4" high heels without over topping most men. Not that it mattered when I'm lying down, or on my knees. I saw a slight blush cross that face in the mirror at the thought, feeling my ears get red and marveled that I could still blush even after all this time. Some might say I should be traumatized by the events that led to this point, but what do they know. I feel I'm well adjusted, and accept what I am now, although at first I didn't, not by a long shot. The repeated application of a leather strap to my bare bottom and thighs cured me of any illusion I had in that respect, and to tell the truth an enormous relief once I accepted it. I didn't start out life as a female, and even now, I'm not truly one. At eighteen, I was a rather frightened young man, and yet I'm not sure at this point what I was frightened of. A lot of things I guess. At that time I was a slim, bordering on skinny, young man with a soft rather indifferent face, neither masculine nor feminine, something half way between the two. I had little or no hair on my body to speak of and a rather small penis, as I was so often reminded by the other guys in the showers at school. Some would say I had a weak face, or maybe an effeminate, whatever that meant, so I got picked on a lot by bigger, older, or stronger boys. Being constantly bullied was one of the things I was frightened of. If there was a particularly nasty practical joke going around I was one of the first on the receiving end. The shower after gym class frightened me, having to strip naked and shower with all those older and stronger boy was very intimidating. I couldn't help looking at their manhood through the steamy air, wondering why mine was so small compared to theirs. A few of the boys would get very nasty if they caught me looking at them, grabbing their cock and pretending to jack off, waving it at me and asking if I wanted some. More than once the shower water hid my tears of humiliation as I turned to stare at the wall, hearing the ugly laughter behind me. Gym classes and sports also frightened me, and gave me a feeling of worthlessness. When they picked sides for some game or other, they never picked me, unless the teacher assigned me to a team, or they were one short and needed the extra body. Even then, they never accepted me willing, usually adding nasty comments in a low voice so the gym teacher didn't hear, like ...'here comes the wimp'... or ...'we got stuck with the fucking sissy fag again'... Also, I never was any good at sports. I couldn't run fast enough, couldn't catch the ball, missed the goal all the time, fell down or tripped over my own feet, so a lot of it was my fault that no one wanted me on their team. Add to that, I was an indifferent student, usually ending up bottom of my class, consistently, year after year. It's not that I'm dumb, just disinterested and bored in class. On the other hand I was an insatiable reader, staying up long into the night with some book or other, usually adventure books with big strong hero type, but not the ones that did me any good in class. This habit also made me later for class a lot, and hard to stay awake and pay attention, adding to my overall poor performance. In the cafeteria or the library, I'd find a place to sit by myself in some corner, safe in my self-imposed solitude and loneliness. I had few friends in or out of school, learning early not to trust my supposed school friends, having been the butt of too many nasty jokes and comments for some of the things I'd said or done that I thought my 'friend' would keep secret. I was smart enough to keep one thing secret from everyone, including my grandmother who I lived with. My parents died in a car crash when I was six or so, and I don't remember much about them. My grandmother was a widow, but agreed with the authorities to take my in after the accident. As I turned out, I have no other living relatives, so it was either live with her, or the orphanage, but I didn't know that at the time. She was nice to me, but a little forgetful sometimes. Not that I was neglected, I wasn't, but several times she did really odd things, like buying me a whole packet of girls panties, or asking me if I was ready to start wearing a bra. At the time, I just thanked her and stuffed them in the back of a draw, not wanting to upset her. Another time she brought me a dress and kept muttering about how nice I'd look in it. That time I reminded her that I was a boy, not a girl. She seemed a little surprised, then laughed, and patted my hand as she said sorry. "You should think about getting your hair cut, you know. People will mistake you for a girl with it long like that." I told her I get it cut soon, and promptly forgot about it. A lot of the guys were wearing their hair long, not the jocks, but the other's, the ones I thought of as 'normal', like the guys in the computer or chess club, or the ones that went in for the school drama class. If I could pick at point where it all started, I would have to say it was after my one and only date with a girl, but not just any girl. I heard the guys at school talking about this one particular girl. The word slut and whore were tossed about, and how easy she was, but not knowing much about sex at that time, I really didn't know what a guy was supposed to do. That wasn't to say that I hadn't tried to go out with girls, I had, but none of the ones I asked wanted to go out with me. That was cause for a lot of teenage frustration, and the nasty habit of jacking off. My imagination was filled with what I supposed went on when you 'went' with a girl, all wrong as it turned out. I had a hard time getting passed their breast. I could imagine feeling them, even kissing them, as they were the most prominent feature of any female. It was below the waist that I had a hard time imagining. That part was just a fuzzy picture in my mind with no distinct shape, size, or position. Or what you actually did when you got there. The few pictures I'd seen of men and woman 'doing it' didn't really show what they were actually doing. A lot of the fault rested with the level of sex education in the schools at that time, which was little or none, depending on the year and age of the students. I did manage to get a date with the girl in question, and I took her for a meal at Burger King, then a movie. To my surprise, the moment the movie started she took my hand and slipped it inside her coat over her breast. Much encouraged I played and fondled her breast to my heart's content, and was bold enough to unbutton her blouse and put my hand inside. She didn't object, and I soon had her bra open and touching bare skin. It was intoxicating, and we were both content to do that until the forgotten movie ended. With no car, or a place to go, we ended up in a small wooded area near her house where we proceeded to start kissing and fondling each other. Having got to her breast before, It didn't take me long to open her coat, blouse and bra, at which point she draw my head down to her nipples and told me to kiss them. I did, and it wasn't long before I had a nipple in my mouth and I was sucking on it. She moaned a lot and her body moved in odd ways as she kept rubbing her thighs together. This led me to get a little bolder and I soon had her skirt up and my hand between her warm silken thighs. She was wet and warm, so I supposed this was natural. My next goal was to get her panties off, and that was easier than I expected. They were over her slim hips and slithering down her legs in nothing flat, and like a gentleman, I knelt down and helped her step out of them. As soon as I knelt down, she took my head and pulled it towards her pussy, and I just wished the light were better so I could see what a pussy looked like up close. All I saw was a darker patch of shadow, and smelled her perfume. It was intoxicating, but I had no idea what she wanted me to do. In the end, I just placed a kiss on her lower tummy and stood up. Her panties went into my pocket with no thought of keeping them, just putting them somewhere I could find them when she needed them. After standing, she reached down and unzipped my pants, and I gasped with surprise and pleasure as she took it out and squeezed it. She smiled at me, giggling softly, turning me around so I had my back to the tree then knelt down in front of me. The next sensation was almost impossible to describe as she took my hard cock in her wet, warm mouth and started to suck me. The sensation was almost indescribable and I felt, well I'm not sure what I felt, but the feeling kept growing until I thought I'd explode. Then she stopped and stood up, shooshing me as she stood close. It was then I realized I was moaning loudly, and that someone was coming towards us, two someone's by the sound of the footsteps and voices. We faded into the deeper shadows, but whoever it was stopped a short distance from us. Peeking around the tree, she pulled her head back quickly and murmured 'Cops' in my ear. That immediately put a damper on my ardor, and we careful made our way through the tree in the opposite direction. After that, it was downhill all the way. With nowhere else to go, and the lateness of the evening, she said she needed to be home shortly. I walked her home, and after one last kiss, she went in. I think I almost ran home, wanting to get into bed as quickly as possible and relive the events, and the possibility of what might have happened if we hadn't been interrupted. That was satisfying in a way, but not as good as the real thing, but I was never to know. Her panties fascinated me, and after a wash gave me many hours of erotic pleasure. The black lace felt so good around my cock, or just laying across my face as I relived the encounter. I did try to date her again, but having got her home late, she told me that her parents wouldn't let her go out with me again. Acute disappointed drove me nuts, as I doubted I'd find another girl like her any time soon. Then I made what I can only describe as the fatal mistake. One evening when I was feeling particularly horny, I decided to put her panties on. It was fantastic to feel them slid up my legs and over my slim hips, settling them round my cock and balls, almost like a hand caressing me. It didn't take long before I was prancing and swishing around my room in them, looking at myself in the mirror and pretending to be a sissy queerboy, all limp wristed and lispy. That made me even harder and the front of the panties stick out. It felt dirty and erotic at the same time. Kneeling down in front of the full-length mirror I slowly jacked off, telling myself what a filthy little pervert I was doing this. That sent a shiver running up my spine. I was a dirty little panty-wearing pervert and I could almost imagine myself sucking cock like a proper fag. It didn't take long to cum, hearing myself say that, and I had the most fantastic climax of my life that evening. I slept like a baby but the next morning I felt so ashamed of myself for doing it and swore never do it again. I did wash the panties out and tucked them away in the back of my underwear draw after fighting with myself about keeping them or throwing them away. I lost and kept them. That lasted all of two week before I pulled them out from their hiding place and slipped into them again. Having my own room meant that I could do pretty much as I pleased, as my grandmother couldn't get up the stairs very well. Her bedroom was on the ground floor, so walking around naked, or even with just a pair of panties on didn't seem that much of a risk. Just after I started wearing them regularly in the evening, I remember the packet of panties my grandmother brought for me, and retrieved them from the depth of my closet. It was so much fun to wear them, wondering if my grandmother knew I was really a panty wearing sissy boy at heart. I even went as far as wearing them under my clothes to school several times, but only on day that I knew we didn't have gym class. That was a kick, sitting in class wearing girl panties and looking at all those oh so macho guys around me. If only they knew. It also made me wonder how many of them might be wearing panties as well. That was when I met Steve, the boy next door, a guy really. He was a little older than me and he and his parents had moving in about six months before. I didn't see much of his Mom and Dad, as they always seemed to be flying off to somewhere or another on business, leaving him home alone much of the time. Steve worked at an electronics store down town, but I'd see him from my bedroom window out by the pool, sun bathing, exercising or swimming. I'd even seen him swimming naked a few times, as I knew when he climbed out and stood there drying himself off. He was well built, but not overly muscular, with dark hair and a strong face. He was hung, as they say, and it made me feel a little uneasy that my male equipment wasn't anywhere near as big as his. What surprised me the most was that he had no pubic hair. That seemed to make his cock look bigger somehow, but I was puzzled why he had no hair down there. Was it natural, or did he remove it, like shave himself clean. Our house didn't have a pool, so it was inevitable that he'd invite me over for a swim one very hot summer day. At first, I incline to decline his offer, as like most macho type guy he tended to intimidate me a little. He was kind and a little persistent until I finally agreed to come over. Grandma was sitting in her favorite chair in front of the TV, the room AC going full blast, so she wasn't about to move. I told her I was going next door and grabbing my towel, swim suit, and hopped over the back fence. I guess I was a little scared at first, but what of I couldn't say, just that I was. After I changed in the cabana, we went for a swim and talked about this and that while his Mother laid out food snacks, chips, and drinks for us. That put me at ease, and I was soon lounging next to him by the pool. Later, his parents took off to some party or other, saying they wouldn't be back till late. I could see where Steve got his good looks from; his Dad was a tall, good-looking man with salt and pepper hair and a lean, muscular body. His Mother on the other hand was a beautiful petite woman, and only a little shorter than me. Steve waved to them as the left, and I murmured a thank you and waved as well. The moment he heard their car pull out of the driveway, Steven pulled off his bathing truck and jumped into the pool, laughing at the expression on my face as he swam back and forth. "Come on, the water feels great." "I've never been swimming without a bathing suit." "You should try it, it feels wonderful." He laughed again. "Come on, there's no one here now expect us now. You shy or something?" He teased. "But what if your parents come back?" "They won't. They won't be back until morning, anyway." "Oh?" "Yeah, their off to a swingers party." "Swingers?" "Yeah, you know, wife swapping and all that." I didn't know, but wasn't about to say so. Reluctantly I took my bathing suit off, looking around at the other houses and the fences to see if anyone was looking. Of course, no one was, so I slid into the water after some hesitation, feeling it flow around me in a way I'd never felt before. He was right; it did feel wonderful, and sort of forbidden at the same time. I guess I couldn't help myself, and I started to get hard. If Steve noticed he didn't say anything, but I did notice he was larger when he got out of the pool and dried off. I did the same, and we lay there for a while sunbathing in the nude. I also explained why he didn't have any tan lines. "Hay! You're getting sunburned." I started to turn over to sit up, but he pushed me back down and poured suntan lotion on my back. I'm not sure what I felt as his hand touched me, but he chatted on about this and that as he worked the lotion over my back and shoulder, then my legs and butt. That felt strange, having a man rub suntan lotion all over me, definitely erotic and somehow sexual, feeling myself starting to get a hard on. "Turn over so I can do the front." "I can do it." I said quickly, not wanting him to see my erection. "Okay, but my hands are all ready covered in lotion." "That's Okay." "Well if you are going to do that, you can put some on my back then." He lay face down on the chase lounge and held out the bottle for me. I took it, not sure what to do. Thankfully his head was turned the other way so he couldn't see how aroused I was. Reluctantly I poured some on his back and began spreading it over his well-muscled body, his skin feeling warm and hard under my hand. I only spread it over his back and legs, as I wasn't about to touch his butt. He didn't seem to mind and made no comments when I skipped that part of his body. After spreading some over the front of my body and putting a towel over my middle, we lay there in silence for a while. I kept eyeing his body from behind the safety of my sunglasses marveling that not only was his pubic area hairless, his whole body was. His was so unlike the jocks at school, all hairy and Neanderthal. By comparison, he was a Greek god. I was betting the girls at his school went nuts over a guy like this. By two o'clock, the sun was getting a little intense, and we were both sweating, despite the occasional swim. In the end, Steve sat up and wiped his face. "Fuck! It's hot out here. Let's go indoors in the cool." "Okay," I started to reach for my bathing suit, but Steve shook his head. "You don't need that, and besides, we have to take a shower before we can sit down. Don't want to get suntan lotion all over the furniture. I gulped, as I thought he meant take a shower together, but he pointed out a shower in the spare guest room and headed off down the hallway to his room. Showered and feeling squeaky clean again I wrapped the towel around my wait and walked back into the living room. Steve was all ready there, sitting on the couch naked with a glass of lemonade in his hand. He pointed to a second glass on the coffee table and motioned me over. The air was cool and crisp, just perfect after the hot sun. I sat down beside him and sipped the lemonade. It was cold and not too sweet, and I gulped half the glass quickly. Steve finished his and went for a refill, coming back with a jug and refilled mine. We sat there chatting for a while, I asked about his work, and he asked about school as I worked my way though most of the jug. Oddly, he didn't drink any from the jug, but went into the kitchen to refill his glass. By this time, I was feeling very relaxed and not particularly concerned as my skirt towel rode a little higher. Not that I was exposed, so to speak, but just relaxed enough to not worry about it, or the fact that Steve was sitting beside me in the nude. I guess I should have been, but I wasn't, even when he got up and refilled the lemonade jug. I did take more than one look at his manhood, but if he noticed it, he didn't say anything, at least, not then. "Hey, you want to watch a porno with me?" He looked at me a moment. "My folks have a great collection." I suppose it was because I was so relaxed for some reason that I said yes, not that I'd ever seen one before, and the idea excited me. Girlyboy "Okay." He nodded and went to the entertainment center and started looking through the stack of CD's. "Not sure what's on some of these, they don't have any labels. Do you care?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at me. I wasn't sure what he meant and gave him a puzzled look. "Some of them have mixed stuff on them, you know, other kinds of sex, is that okay?" His eyebrows raised in question. "I guess so." I didn't have a clue what he meant by 'mixed' stuff or other kind of sex? I didn't even know there were other kinds of sex. He slipped the disk into the machine and came back. I didn't think of it at the time, but he sat a little closer to me than before. Putting his feet up on the coffee table, and sat back, relaxed. The tape started, showing bedroom scenes, pool scenes, couples, and threesomes engaged in all sorts of sex. It wasn't long before I was as hard as a rock, and so was Steve. He didn't hesitate to start stroking his huge cock in front of me, and it didn't take long for me to follow his example. We weren't jacking off, just stroking, and enjoying the video. It was the first time I'd seen black men, and I guess I gasped a little at the size of their huge black cocks. The white girls seem to love getting that massive cock rammed inside them, groaning and moaning with pleasure as they were fucked. Several times, I almost came right there and then. Now I knew exactly what, were and how a guy fucked a woman. The scene changed again, showing a blond haired woman on her knees sucking a huge cock, and watched in utter fascination as she took all eight inches of it into her mouth. I knew how that felt, remembering Jenny taking all mine in her mouth, moaning softly myself. Steve chuckled hearing that, and without warning reached over and pushed my hand away from my cock. I looked at him, but he was looking at my cock. He squeezed it and began jacking me off as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Instead of losing my erection, I got harder, shivering as he worked my cock. The camera backed away from the cock sucking blond, and I saw she was dressed in the sluttiest looking clothes I'd ever seen. Her bra was pulled down, exposing her small titties and I could see the man reaching down to squeeze the nipples. He was doing it hard, hearing the girl moan around the cock in her mouth, but I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. Then I gasped again, as the camera angle changed and I saw that it wasn't a woman at all, or I should say it was a woman with a cock. With one hand caressing the man's balls, her other hand was playing with her... his cock. For some reason that got me, and I felt myself building to a climax. Steve must have felt it too, and just as I was about to come, he leaned over and took the head of my cock in his mouth and sucked it. I exploded, unable to stop myself as my whole cock vanished into his mouth. Steve sucked my dry and left me limp and exhausted on the couch. Pulling back, he smiled at me before leaning back and continuing to watch the tape. It didn't take long for him to come after that, holding the towel to catch the steam of cum as it erupted from the tip of his cock. By now I was so relaxed I didn't care, just giggled slightly at the look of pleasure on his face, wondering what my cum in his mouth tasted like. We both dozed off after that, and when we awoke, neither of us said anything about what had happened. I went home later, still feeling relaxed and happy, and his parting words were that I come over again tomorrow. I didn't hesitate to agree this time, and waved as I went over the fence. I wouldn't say that's how it was each time, but we did end up mutually jacking each other off, and once or twice he sucked my off just as I was climaxing. The summer holidays came at last, and I sent a lot of time over at Steve's house. A lot of times we couldn't do anything because his folks were there, and that left me a little frustrated. Then, with my final school term starting in three week, his parents announced they were going to the Cayman's for a conference or something. I didn't care, just that they'd be gone. It turned out they'd be gone for the whole three weeks, and Steve winked at me behind their backs. I felt my ears get a little red, but Steve's parents didn't notice. Steve did and let out a soft laugh. Then a couple of odd things happened, but I didn't think much about them at the time. The first was when I said I was going to get my haircut, as it was getting a little long. Steve said no, that I looked good with long hair, so I didn't. The next thing was my upper chest started getting a little sore and puffy. Steve said it was just a little sunburn, and had me apply some sort of soothing lotion. The last thing was when we were watching a porn tape together and he was sucking me off a little. He stopped several times, spoiling the moment to take a hair out of his mouth. "Damn! That sucks," He laughed at his own joke, "you need to get rid of that." "What?" "Come on, I'll show you." He never once asked me to suck him off, and I couldn't very well say no, so a little reluctantly I followed him to the bathroom where he had me stand on a towel and proceeded to spray some sort of foam over my crotch. I wasn't sure what he was doing but stood there and let him continue. "You don't have much hair on your body, do you?" He stood back and looked my over. "No, I guess not. Just a little here and there, but neither do you." "You noticed, did you," he laughed, "yeah, I took it all off. I'm the captain of the school swim team, and I can swim faster without the hair drag in the water." "Yeah I noticed." I laughed. "Hold still." Before I realized, and before I could say anything, he sprayed the rest of my body, including my under arms. "What... what does this stuff do?" "You'll see in a minute." In all I had to wait fifteen minutes before he told me to go take a shower, handing me a wash clothes as I turn the shower on and stepped in. "You'll need this." He smiled and walked out. Wondering what was going on I started to wash the foam off. "Oh my god!" As the foam vanished, so did all the hair on my body, until I didn't have any anywhere. "Steve!" I yelled. "What the hell did you do to me?" "Just got rid of the hair is all." "But why?" I asked, stepping out and drying myself. It felt odd having no hair on my crotch. The rest didn't matter, as I didn't have much anyway. Steven hadn't answered, and I looked around at him. "Why Steve?" In answer, he held out a pair of black lace panties to me. "So these will look better on you." "What!" I stammered, looking at the panties. They were almost the same as the ones I'd worn before. "Well you like wearing girl's panties, don't you?" "No, I don't!" I lied. "Oh, then who was it I saw parading around in your room wearing these?" He held up a pair of black lace panties. I blushed, unable to say a word. Not only had he seen me wearing the panties, he'd also entered the house and my room and stolen them. "I've been watching your prance around in panties for a long time." As if divining my thoughts and answering my question at the same time. "Oh." Was all I could think to say. "Put them on. You know you like to wear them. Without the hair, they will feel and look a lot better." He put them on the dressing table beside the sink, and with a smile walked out. I stood there, wondering what to do. It wasn't that I didn't have anything else to wear, I didn't. My swimsuit was out by the pool, but that wasn't what was stopping me. He'd already seen me in panties, and we'd jacked each other off. Was it so bad to let him see me in panties close up, he'd still want to suck me off I suspected. In the end I put them on, only to discover they weren't the same ones, these were crotchless. That made me blush bright red, as there was something very erotic about him seeing me dressed in them. I put them on and walked nervously back into the living room. Steve was sitting on the couch again, naked as usual just watching me as I walked in. "Ohhh yes... perfect." He laughed, "Walk around so I can see them." I did, feeling awkward at first, seeing myself in the mirror wall at the end of the room. The porno was playing, and it wasn't long before I started getting hard again between Steve jacking himself off and the movie. "That's it, prance around for me." I wasn't sure what he meant by prance, so I did a tiptoe things and just tried to walk like a girl. He laughed and clapped, telling me how sexy I looked. Then he patted the couch beside him, and I ending up beside him with my hard cock in his mouth. My climax was even more intense that time and I shuddered in release as I came in his mouth. After that, I was so exhausted I almost fell asleep, but Steve took me to the spare bedroom and told me to take a nap. I did, waking up later that afternoon. Still in my black lace panties and feeling a little embarrassed I went looking for my swimsuit. I couldn't find it, or Steve for a while, then I heard him call out from the master bedroom from me to come there. I did, walking into the surprise of my life. On the bed lay a whole outfit, panties, bra, blouse, skirt, stockings, and a garter belt, and a pile of pictures. "What... what's going on? "Oh nothing," he said looking round at me, then down at my feet, "what size shoes do you wear?" "Size shoes... size six, why?" "Good, that means to can fit into a pair of my mother's shoes." "Steve... what's going on, and what are those clothes for?" I had a sinking feeling I already knew. "Oh, those are for you to wear." "Me! No way!" He turned and looked at me, his face hard. "Yes, way, unless you want everyone on school to see what a prancing little panty wearing faggot you are!" "What..." The shock was so bad, I couldn't think. Steve walked over and pick up the eight by eleven picture and handed them to my. One glance was enough. They showed my prancing around in the black lace panties, my cock hard and a pouty expression on my face. The small titties didn't help, and I looked down, realizing why my chest felt puffy and sore. I was growing breast. "Oh god no!" I moaned. "You wouldn't?" "Oh yes I would. And I will unless you do as you're told, bitch!" "What?" "From now on, you're going to be my faggy little bitchboy, whether you like it or not!" "Oh god no!" Steve just laughed. "Start getting dressed, cunt." "NO, Please!" "Do it!" "No... I won't... I don't care what you do!" I screamed. "I figured you'd do it the hard way." He lunged forward and grabbed me by the hair, hauling me, kicking and screaming over to the bed. It didn't take him long to get me bend over the padded end rail and start spanking my butt with a leather strap. He held me down, despite my struggles, as I kicked and screamed at him to stop. He didn't and the strap kept landing across my butt, over and over again. The pain was incredible, and he kept doing it until my whole bottom and upper thighs were one pulsing mass of stringing pain. In the end I was nothing more than a sobbing heap lying over the bed rail, unable to stop him, no matter how much I cried and begged. "Are you going to do what I tell you, bitch!" "Yes." "That's yes sir." "Yes, sir." I sobbed, holding my burning bottom. "Then get dressed, NOW!" He yelled. "And put those new panties on over those, slut!" Shaking like a leaf from the pain and humiliation I slowly did what he ordered, my trembling finger fumbling at the unfamiliar hooks and zips. Slowly I dressed, following his directions as I put each piece on, or altering it to his satisfaction. Once dressed, he handed me a pair of strappy four-inch high heels to put on, and sitting down I did. They felt odd, and it took me a few moments to stand up in them. "Ummm yes, now you look like the bitch I knew you would the first time I saw you." "Oh god." I heard myself murmured. How long had he been watching me parade around in the girls panties? "From the first time you came over and I got you drunk enough to let me suck you off, I knew you were going to be my bitchboy." I just sobbed a little more. The bastard had calculated what he was going to do to me that far back. "It was easy after that to start slipping powdered hormone pills into your lemonade. In a few months you will have a nice set of girly titties for me to play with." He laughed as if he thought it was the funniest joke in the world. "You bastard!" He slapped me then, hard, back and forth across the face. "Keep a civil tongue in your head, cunt or I'll make you wish you had." I lay on the bed and just cried, but it did little good as he dragged me back into the living room. He ordered me to walk back and forth liked I did before, and reluctantly I did. It was then I noticed the video camera in the corner. What I hadn't noticed was the piece of duct tape over the run light. Now I did. That's how he managed to get the pictures of me prancing around in the black lace panties. It all made sense now, why he didn't want me to get a haircut, the foam spray, everything had been leading up to this moment. Just the thought of everyone at school seeing the pictures of me like that sent a shudder through me. He made me prance and swish around like that for five minutes, taking more pictures of me as well I suspected. I was getting in so deep I could never get out. "That's good, bitch. Now get over here and suck my cock. Let see how you like it for a change." Sobbing and crying I did. He made me kneel down in front of him, first telling me to kiss his cock and balls all over, then lick them before finally telling me to put his cockhead in my mouth. Not that he gave me a choice, he simply grabbed a handful of hair behind my head and forced it into my mouth. The moment the head of his cock slipped between my wet lips a feeling of intense humiliation swept over me. It felt indescribable dirty and erotic at the same time. "That's it, bitch, suck it." I sobbed around his cock as he began slowly fucking my mouth unable to stop myself from doing what he ordered. I wanted to stop, deny that I was on my knees, dressed like a dirty little crossdressing sissy fag and sucking another man's hard cock. This had to be a dream and not really happening. I was still half asleep in the spare bedroom, not here, dressed sucking Steve's cock. The hard cock pumping in and out of my mouth said that this was no dream, nor the fact that my cock was rock hard and throbbing painfully. The head of his cock drove deeper and deeper into my mouth but there was no way I couldn't get his huge cock all the way in as he wanted. I gagged and choked as the cock head hit the back of my throat. Steve just laughed. "You'll get use to is after a while, bitch. Then I'll get my cock all the way into you pretty pouty mouth." I cried as I knelt there, realizing that this wasn't going to be a one time thing. He was going to turn me into his bitchboy. With the pictures, he had of me prancing around in slutty lingerie made sure of that. I sobbed and sucked his cock until he shot his load in my mouth. With a sigh of contentment, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and left me kneeling there with the taste of his cum in my mouth. Now I knew what cum tasted like, bitter and salty like the tears running down my face. "Get use to it slut, this is how you are going to live from now on." "Please no!" I begged, thinking about having to go to school dressed like this. "Don't worry, bitch, I'll let you go to school in guy clothes, but when you get home, you dress like a bitch and do what you're told, or else." The 'or else' turn out to be repeated spanking with the leather strap for any disobedience, reluctance, or hesitation to his orders on my part. Being fucked like a slut by a man was the worse. The first time he simply spanked me and raped me, ripping my clothes off and bending my over the end of the bed. It hurt, not only the first time but many times after that. To help, he made me wear a butt plug of increasing sizes each week, until he could slid his massive cock into me with little resistance. Even when I tried to make it tight. Most evening after school when his folks were home I just had to dress up, and he'd take me out for a drive. He'd find somewhere to stop so I could suck him off, usually where someone might see me do it, or to the little wood where I'd almost fucked that girl. With just crotchless pantyhose, or panties on, he had me bend over like a cheap whore so he could fuck me, slapping my ass and telling me what a nasty cock sucking little sissy whore bitch I was. As he said, my breast grew larger, but by this time, he'd just hand me the pills and tell me to take them. I only tried to fake it once, and paid the price. After he spanked me, I couldn't sit down properly for a day. After that, I didn't fake it, and by the end of term, I was having difficulty hiding them. He did manage to get me out of taking gym classes by faking a Doctors certificate that said I had a medical condition that prevented me from taking that class. It worked, thank goodness, as there was no way I could get out of taking a shower, the school and the gym teacher insisted that all students shower after gym class. Them Steve got his own place, about twenty minutes from his parents house, and he ordered me to spend the whole weekend, from Friday evening after school until Monday morning, when he dress me in guys clothes, which he kept locked up the rest of the time. As graduation approached, the more nervous I got. I knew what was going to happen when I did, and I dreaded it. Finally, the day came, but I felt none of the elation of those around me. I looked at them with tears in my eyes, not the only one, knowing that this would probably be my last day as a true male. My grandmother seemed to think it nice that I'd found a friend and could spend a lot of time with him, encouraging me to stray over at his place as long as I wanted. Now you are a man, she said, you can go where you pleased, and not to worry about her. She had her old folk's social hall she liked to go to, bingo and the like, and she was happy that I'd finally realized my place in the world. I wasn't sure what she meant by that until much later, maybe she knew. The day after graduation was a Saturday, and Steve said he had a surprise for me, but first, he took me to the hairdresser and had my hair permed into a pageboy style he liked so much, saying he liked the way it framed my face when I was sucking his cock. I also had a pedicure and a manicure with rose-colored nail polish applied to my long nails. Back at his place, he laid out the clothes he wanted me to wear, and knowing the consequences of disobedience, I put them on. I looked like a total slut when I finished, but he said that looked perfect on me. Instead of the usual panties I wore, these were different; in that they tucked my cock and balls up out of the way, but left my bottom exposed. I found out why later. He then locked a thick gold chain around my waist, then wide, padded wrist and ankle cuffs. He locked these in place, despite my soft protest, then locked the wrist cuffs to the waist chain. I was growing more nervous by the minuets, not knowing what he had in mind. A short chain between the ankle cuffs prevented me from taking anything but short mincing steps, but it was the black leather dog collar that scared me the most. He wasn't kind as he locked it around my throat, holding me down on the bed with his knee in the middle of my back to do so. The sound of the padlock snapping sounded so loud in my ears. I guess I knew then that there was no escape. "Now you are almost ready for your surprise, but I will give you a choice." Girlyboy "What." I sobbed, knowing it was going to be bad either way. "Well, you can stay still and let me apply this latex face mask properly, and do the makeup, or you can fight me, and I will leave it off." "I... I don't understand." I managed to get out between sobs. "Well, bitchboy, I have invited all your friend's from school over here for a graduation party tonight, all the guys you are so afeard of." "Oh god no!" "Oh yes, you might say this is your personal graduation party, as you will be the center of attraction tonight." "Please nooo." Steven just laughed. "So, the question you have to answer is this," he leaned down close to my wet face, "you can wear the mask and remain anonymous and assist me in applying the makeup, or..." All I could do was nod. No way could I let my school friend, if that's what they were, see me like this. First, I had to stop crying, which was hard, but in the end I did. He taped my hair back out of the way, and applied a cream of some sort to my face and neck. Two short thick straws went into my nose, and my eyes were covered with pads. He then sprayed something cold over my face and neck. He did this several time before he was satisfied, and an hour later he guided me to a chair and sat me down. He worked on my face, removing the straws and carefully cutting the mask over my mouth before applying makeup. He redid it several times until he was satisfied and removing the pads over my eyes so I could see. I looked in the mirror, but it wasn't me gazing back. It was a girl, a slut by the heavy makeup. The white latex provided the base and he'd expertly applied foundation, blush, lipstick, and eye shadow over this so nothing of my face showed. I still wasn't sure why he was doing this until later when he took me into the bathroom, where he made me sit on the toilet while he administered an enema. This wasn't the first time he'd done that, as he like me clean before he fucked me. After that, he took me into the bedroom and chained me to the bed with a long chain. He reached into his pocket and took it out of a plastic bag. It was a cock gag, coated with something. I wanted to protest as he squeezed my cheeks to open my mouth. I didn't get the chance before he slipped the cock gag inside. There was no way I could take it all, but he held it there until I swallowed. Suddenly I felt my mouth and throat go numb, and Steven slowly slid the ten-inch cock gag into my mouth. I shuddered as he pushed the last of it in and bucking the straps around my head. His last act was to slip a large butt plug into me, and ordered me to hold it there. I lay there, wanting to cry, shivering as I heard sounds of people arriving and the clink of bottles. How he'd managed to get the guys from my school to come to a party was a mystery, until I saw the girl I'd almost fucked. He'd invited them through her, and she was the only girl at the party, well, the only real girl. I heard the party get underway, and knew he was playing a porno movie for them., and it wasn't long before Steve walked into the room with another guy. I recognized him as one of the football team, and one of the guys that love to humiliate me in the shower. Steve came over and pulled me into a sitting position and pulled the sheer blouse open. "I told you I have an extra surprise for you all, a slutty little bitchboy whore for you to use, instead of jacking off." "Oh wow, she... he looks hot!" The guy belched and took another swig of beer. While he did that, Steve pulled the cock gag out of my mouth, and the butt plug. "She all your, and if she gives you any trouble, just slap the fag bitch a little." "Please, Steve nooo." I begged, or tried to, but no sound came out, seeing the guy come towards me. He just laughed at my expression and patted the guy on the shoulder as he left. "Have fun." "Oh shit yes!" The guy simply walked over, unzipping his pants as he did. He grabbed me by the hair as he got his cock out and rubbed it over my face. It was disgusting, and I cried. "Suck me you nasty fucking cunt!" Then he slapped me across the face and shoved his hardening cock at my mouth. The moment I opened my mouth, and he forced it all the way inside. All ten inches vanished into my mouth with ease, and I didn't even gag when the head slid down my throat. "That's it you stupid little faggot, suck me!" I sucked, hearing the door open again, the sounds of the party filling the room as someone else came in. "Oh yes, I need my cock sucked as well." "Wait your turn asshole, the bitch is getting a mouth full right now." He just held my head tight and started fucking my mouth hard and fast. It didn't take long for him to cum, shoot it down my throat. No sooner had he finished and I'd swallowed then the other guy took his place. If anything, his cock was longer and not so fat, and he quickly had it all the way in, fucking my face as fast as he could. "Suck it you fucking filthy whore!" And to make sure I did he reached down and pinched one of my nipple hard. It hurt and I tried to squeal but couldn't so I sucked instead. He let go them, and I continued to suck until he came in my mouth. After that, he simply pulled out and left. I lost count of the number of guys coming in and out of the bedroom after that. Some fucked me, while other made me suck. Sometimes there were two of them, one at each end, fucking me silly. By midnight, I was covered in cum. In my hair, all over my face and back. A few even made me drink their piss, laughing as I gagged and spluttered. I gave up trying to count the number of guys coming in and out, just sucked the cock in my mouth, or humped the cock in my ass. Now I was nothing but a cheap faggot whore for men to use any way they wanted, and I had no say in the matter. I did remember screaming at one point when one guy squeezed my nuts too hard, finding I had my voice back, but that didn't do me any good. Steve came in and punished me for screaming with the leather strap while the guys watched and cheered. After that, I was a good little bitch, doing exactly what I was told. I don't remember much after midnight, as I fell asleep and didn't wake up until dawn. I lay there, half-asleep half awake, smelling cum and piss, somehow feeling warm and comfortable under the cover. I was a faggy little bitchboy, covered in cum and full at both ends. I no longer had to pretend I was anything else now, and I felt relieved. Steve woke me again sometime later, gently pulling me from the bed and stripping me. The latex mask peeling off quite easily, and he dumped it into the trash bin as he pushed me under the warm water of the shower. There he carefully and gently washed me down from head to foot, shampooing my hair, twice, to make sure all the cum and smell was out. He dried me and blow-dried my hair. "Good, now you are clean again. Put a little makeup on, and the outfit I'll put on the bed for you." Dreamily I nodded and picked up the bright pink lipstick, this was my color now. I added a little blue eye shadow I knew he liked, then into the bedroom. Steve had stripped the bed, and laid out a long sheer black gown and a pair of black lace panties for me to wear. I slipped them both on and stepped into the high heels beside the bed, looking at myself in the mirror before going into the other room. I was Steve's bitchboy now, his girl friend, his whore, whatever he wanted me to be. I didn't have to pretend I was a guy any longer. In the other room, I found a small surprise waiting for me, it was Jenny, the girl I'd almost fucked. She looked at me, her mouth and 'O' of surprise. "Oh boy, you look good like that." She whispered. I blushed a little. "Thank you." "I never would have thought you look this good." She came over and kissed me then, her hand sliding down between my legs. "Ohhh!" I couldn't help myself and started getting hard. "Ummm you still have that nice little cock, don't you." She whispered in my ear. "I like that, I can get it all the way in my mouth without gagging." Her mouth covered mine then and her tongue slid into my mouth. I felt Steve gently push the two of us into the bedroom, and it wasn't long before we were both naked and laying side by side, my cock in her warm, wonderful mouth, and my head between her legs licking her cunt. This time, I knew what she wanted me to do. She showered and cleaned up after the party the same as I had, and she tasted good. We kept that up for a while, several time almost cumming in her mouth. Each time she stopped just in time and waited for me to calm down before starting again. At last, she pulled way, panting for breath. Without a word, she got on her hands and knees and spread her legs. "Oh god, fuck me like a bitch." Jenny muttered, and I did. I got my cock all the way inside her wet cunt, and it was long before we were fucking like two dogs in heat. I heard the door open, but didn't stop, I didn't care who it was at that moment. Steve got onto the bed behind me, feeling his hands on me, his lips on my neck as he wrapped his strong arms around me and fondled my breast, instinctively I pushed them out for him to play with, moaning in pleasure as he pinched the nipples, the tip of his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. He didn't have to tell me to lean forward over Jenny's back, I just did it. Steve slipped inside me, no pain this time, just his huge cock sliding in and out, as if it belonged there, and it did. Steve fucked me, I fucked the girl, and it wasn't long before we were all moaning and panting for breath, Jenny bucking back as Steve thrust into me. I was in seventh heaven, and the last of my inhibitions and fears vanished forever as we all climaxed together. That was the first and last time I ever fucked a girl, or wanted to. I now have a gold ring through my small cock, and two more, one in each nipple. I'm Steve's bitch, or whatever he wants me to be. I dress the way he tells me and suck or fucks whoever he tells me. I'm his bitchboy whore, and don't have to worry about guys fucking me, molesting me, beating me, all the things I was afraid of were gone. Even my grandmother agrees this is what I was meant to be, and she is happy, loving the way I dress now. I guess it wasn't a mistake for her to buy panties and a dress for her grandson, she knew what I was before I did. It was just her way of helping me along. Standing up I finished getting dressed and put on the new outfit Steve just brought for me, as we are going to his parents house tonight. He's already told me that his father will probably spank and fuck me, and I'm looking forward to it, after all. I mean, what else is a faggy little bitchboy good for except pleasing real men. THE END