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Shock Tactics

By: Tomsparty



Trudy is so insecure of handsome boyfriend, David, she tricks him into dressing as a girl so no friend finds him desirable at a party. Good idea? Make up your own mind as her plan backfires when a surprise guest finds him irresistible.

Chapter 1 - Dressing for the Party

I bet you've never met someone as insecure and jealous as my girlfriend, Trudy. She believes if I'm too desirable, every girl will want me. I'm flattered but I give her grounds for concern. I'm an outrageous flirt and know I'm popular with the ladies. Being charming comes naturally and I can't help my boyish good looks. Trudy loves me so much she does her best to spoil my fun. She makes me wear daft fashionable clothes and even cuts my hair badly - yet girls still fancy me. I just can't help my animal magnetism. It's a gift. Things are better, she's certainly more trusting so I believed her when she tells me about Guy and Darlene's dinner party. It's a themed fancy-dress, where the boys dress as girls and the girls as boys. I thought for a moment of Trudy in my blue pinstriped suit with a crisp white shirt and tie and felt my little cock stiffen. It could be fun I muse as I find seeing her in my clothes very sexually thrilling. Then I consider Guy. 'I can't imagine him in a dress,' I say. 

'I know,' Trudy chuckles, 'it will be a right giggle. 

'... And he agreed,' I ask bemused. 

'Yes,' she laughs. 'That's the amazing thing. Didn't you know, given half the chance boys love to wear skirts.' 

'Hmm,' I say unconvinced. 'I've never worn a skirt before.' 

'That's even better,' she claps. 'A skirt virgin. I'm sure you'll find the whole experience humbling.'

I wasn't sure. 'I'll look a prat.' 

She saw my reluctance.

'It will be hard for me too, Honey,' she coos, 'I wouldn't normally be seen dead without make-up.'

I picture Trudy again in my work suit. 'Do you really think you can make me look OK?' I ask coming round to the idea. 

'Listen, David, I should know how to make you look like a convincing girl! After all, who better to turn you into a girl but a REAL girl, right?

I nod and on the same premise look forward to dressing her in my old suit. I secretly love the idea of masquerading as a girl. I don't keep many secrets from Trudy but cross-dressing is a favorite fantasy of mine. Hmm! The idea of being dressed in delicate lingerie and a beautiful dress with high heels regularly drove me wild and this party seemed the perfect opportunity to enact my dream. It's my suppressed feminine side that gives me empathy towards the ladies and increases my popularity.

On the night of the party I rush back from work to our flat. I'd had an awful day. My boss, Mark, gave me no peace so I was looking forward to a relaxing evening. Mark can be an arrogant bully at the best of times. He talks to me like dirt and bosses me around like a skivvy. Yet he pays well and I enjoy the job sufficiently to put up with his rudeness. My annual appraisal due in two weeks and with promotion prospects likely it was essential to be as accommodating as possible. 

As I enter my flat I'm surprised to see a suited figure. I froze assuming the stranger a burglar. The bright sunlight made it impossible to tell anything about the person, other than the shape was female, standing with her hands on her hip, blowing a plume of smoke into the air. As she steps closer and became more visible a smile spread across my face. 

'What do you think of my costume?' Trudy laughs. She looks amazing in my blue pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt and red silk tie. Hair tied so sternly back it looks cropped close to her scalp and with no make-up she looks incredibly sexy. 

'Excited?' she asks dragging me to our bedroom. I try not to look overtly willing. 'Oh! Honey, come with me now on a journey to glorious femininity, where I'll beautify you and dress you in the most sensually girlish clothes.'

'Steady on, stop it,' I cry feeling a flush of embarrassment flow through me. 'Let's not get carried away. It's a fancy-dress, right?'

But she didn't stop.

'Oh! Honey, in a few minutes you'll pass as a ravenous girlie babe.' 

I feel my eyes glaze over and a glimmer of regret flashes through me. It's one thing having kinky dreams but a whole new experience when faced with it.

'Hurry, darling, we have to be there in forty minutes and there's lots to do. You do want to go don't you?' She knew I did. 

As she directs, I shower and shave my body silky smooth, pat myself dry with a towel and cover myself with her greasy moisturiser. Smelling like a tarts handbag she practically frog-marches me back into the bedroom to change. She immediately points to a door on which hung a pale-pink dress with capped sleeves in some light, gossamer fabrics. It looks incredibly expensive. 

'Well, what do you think, David? Isn't it adorable?' She fingers through the pastel folds of the dress. 

I nod awkwardly.

'I wasn't too sure of your size. I had to guess. It's a 12 but I might have been too optimistic. What do you think?' She smirks and a shiver of apprehension slithers through me.

I had no idea and nervously look away. My eyes rest on our bed. Ugh! I feel my jaw drop in horror at the assortment of pretty lingerie neatly laid out for me. 

'I, I, I,' I stutter, 'I thought I only had to wear the dress! Not all that!'

She's enraged. 

'Nonsense,' she says leafing through the silky items like a junkie seeking a fix. 'You can't wear this beautiful dress without these panties and matching bra! Your own briefs would ruin the line of this dress and you have to fill out the bust with something, don't you?' I nod my head. I was no expert but she had a point.

'Promise you won't laugh?' I ask nervously as the towel round my waist drops to the floor and she passes me the panties.

'Did you laugh at my costume?' gushes Trudy. 'Don't worry you'll be amongst friends all wearing something similar.' 

Reassured I step meekly into her silky panties admiring the beautiful lace detail and wonder if she wore my plain cotton boxers under my suit trousers. I pull the skimpy material up my clean-shaven legs, and when at my waist, I feel my manhood rub against the soft, sensual material. Their caress excites me, and I start to get erect! Fortunately Trudy doesn't notice, preoccupied wrapping the matching bra round my chest. She feeds my arms through the delicate straps and I shudder as with skilful ease she clasps the bra together and stuffs the soft cups with two doughy type bags. They feel terribly realistic, firm and heavy, swaying to and fro as I move. I gasp at my cleavage and I couldn't believe my eyes when she completes my breasts with a pair of false erect nibbles'

'These will raise a smile,' she says slipping them between the cups. I stand still in stunned silence as they protrude proudly and are clearly visible through the lace. My cock continues to swell as she rolls them between her thumb and forefinger.

I sigh and feel strangely different. Her extreme attention too detail excites me and I chuckle to myself looking like a porn star on heat. 

'They look so authentic,' she gasps. She's right. Gazing down at myself a weird shudder cascades through my body as if injected with female hormones. Odd... but I felt embarrassed with their prominence as if they were part of me. The panties and bra had a strange property about them. As if magical, there very presence on me made me delightfully feminine. I shake my head in disbelief, scared of my feelings. More strange sensations were to come as following her directions I step into a silky slip and drop a camisole over my head. They both feel cool and slippery, gliding over my body with the slightest movement. She senses my delight and for the first time notices my growing pleasure. She giggles at the sight of her excited boyfriend in panties, and a bra. 


'You promised not too laugh' I cry.

'I'm not', she lies, 'you look gorgeous, why should I? You look like dynamite. Your legs are so curvaceous and your waist so small. Though we definitely have to do something about this.' She taps my bulging cock disapprovingly.

'Hmmm!' I groan.

'Oh! Honey, Feels nice does it?

I nod sheepishly. 

The dress was a terrible extravagance, but admit it's stunning. I'd never seen her wear anything so beautiful. It was obvious she was intent on me projecting a very feminine image. She wanted me to convey a look of sophisticated sensuality not a bloke in drag as I had originally thought. 

'Hired,' Trudy says as I wonder where she had got it. 'I got carried away. Fancy-dress parties can be spoilt if the guests don't make an effort. Don't you agree?'

I meekly nod.

'I didn't want to be stingy. Although, I have to admit, I threw sensible out of the window when I saw this gem. Just be careful you don't get it dirty or damaged. The deposit alone was a fortune.' 

My mind was a whirl. Such effort. Such detail. For what? A fancy-dress? It didn't add up. She unzips it and holds it open invitingly. In a daze I did as she directs and step into the short, floaty dress. Hmm! As the dress flutters against my legs my cock almost bursts the sensual fabric fanning the flames of passion within me. My senses are bombarded with different sensations. The dress smells fresh and clean like a pretty English garden in early spring. In a dream I pull it over my slender frame. The smell of fresh flowers envelops me; the soft, light fabric sends shivers darting throughout my body. It fits perfectly and as I slip my slim shaking arms into the sleeves my little cock stiffens yet again and I feel strangely different. The dress finishes well above the knee and is much shorter than my modesty would have liked. My large breasts stretch the material in a tarty manner. I frown smoothing the soft dress over my rump, and when I see the faint outline of my panties, my cock swells even further.

'That's what I call a result,' Trudy says zipping up my back. Locked in the dress I knew then that the experience was burning into my memory and would be one that I could conjure at a moment's notice. I console myself with the thought that Guy wore a similar girlish outfit and probably felt just as awkward.

'Now, long pink earrings, this dress, a colourful wrap and delicate heels are the perfect formula for party dressing this summer... and you're not walking round London with those white sticks you call legs either. I don't care what you think, you're wearing tights.' 

I groan, mainly for effect, as I want to wear the tights. I felt a compelling need to complete my look. A girlish wave flickers through me as Trudy hands me a pair pale pink hold-ups. Even better I thought. Called 'Provocation' they were absolutely gorgeous, but according to the packet they cost twenty-five quid. Can you believe that? Just for a pair of stockings. I'd never held anything so sheer and my hands tremble as I held one open and slip a nervous toe into them. Oh! They felt wonderful as the nylon engulfs my foot. My cock twitches uncontrollably as I slide them up my legs. Never before had I felt something so nice. Their effect was amazing. I hadn't realised how long and well-proportioned my legs were and what a good figure I possess. I glow with pride and run my hands up and down my smooth legs. The hold-ups were an excellent choice as the dress clung on the hips and suspenders would have shown through horribly. Standing in her lingerie sheathed in the pink nylon stockings something strange happens. Up until then everything I wore seemed alien and odd but suddenly it all came together like finding the final piece of a jigsaw and collectively the dress, panties, bra, and hold-ups felt wonderful. I had dreamt of this many times but this was my first ever experience of the realities of wearing female clothes. Wearing such feminine cloths lit a beacon in my heart that burnt brightly and unleashed an emotion I would never again manage to put back in its box. The thought terrified me.

Trudy sensed a change in my attitude. 

'How you feeling now, Honey?' she asks soothingly. 'Pretty huh? Don't you just love wearing a lovely bra that's filled with your very own boobies?' she giggles; jiggling my breast while her other hand felt my tightly encased balls. I struggle to answer, as my minds awash with pleasurable feelings. 

'Hmm! OK,' I say slowly, desperately trying to under play my real emotions. 

She wasn't fooled and smiles knowingly. Next like a magician with a rabbit she pulls from a box a beautiful blonde, shoulder length wig. She smiles and combs it with loving affection. 

'It's so fashionable to have unkempt curls. There's something incredibly sexy about hair that is sun and sea tousled. Don't you agree?' 

I nod, my heart beats wildly but as she pats the stool in front of her for me to sit down I began to feel we had over stepped the mark. Fantasy was blurring with reality. I had never made such an effort for a fancy-dress and I began to worry that I would look rather too convincing. No time to contemplate my fate as she pulls the wig tightly over my head. Like the dress it fits perfectly and she combs the wavy curls into place. 

'All this,' I stutter. 'It's a bit extreme isn't it?' 

'No, no, no,' she clucks proudly. 'You can never over dress for a party.' She sprays me liberally with hair spray. 'You'll wow everyone with this hair and heads will turn.' 

I dwell on this thought then shake my head unconvinced. My new hair sparkles and shines alluringly. Next she paints my lips scarlet with a buttery lipstick and made-up my eyes with a velvety shadow. 

'Oh! Trudy, do I have to wear lipstick and all this make-up, too? I whine, watching her erase any trace of masculinity from my face.

'What a silly question, of course you do,' she says, lengthening my eyelashes with her mascara.

'I, I, I can't imagine Guy or any of the others going to such lengths.' I stutter slipping on a pair of towering heels. 

'Oh Honey! You'll be surprised what men do but you'll have to wait and see.' She sprays me with a perfume she calls flowers and finally blots my lips on a tissue. I totter in front of her floor-length mirror. I couldn't believe the reflection that shone back at me. I look amazing. The dress accentuated my slim waist; the stockings made my legs look incredibly long, the heels made my ankles look slender and my stuffed bra gave me an enviable hour-glass figure. I ran the palms of my hands smoothly down my sides and revel in the feel of my wide hips under the dress.

'Mmm' I moan. I found it hard to believe I was actually dressed as a convincing woman. I was living my dream. Every time my legs rub together my short skirt skims my knee and my heels tap lightly on the floor. Every new experience I approach with wonder and yes, enthusiasm. It was a naive innocence yet to be sullied by a single iota of ridicule and humiliation. With the time approaching for us to leave it was unlikely to last. My little cock, encased in pretty panties, twitches as if to remind me of its presence. I was extremely pleased - and sensually excited - with the end-result. I never dreamt I'd look so good. Trudy's delighted too.

'You look amazing,' Trudy gasps shaking her head in disbelief. 'Let me see your bust, dear,' Trudy asks, pulling me toward her. She examines my padded cups as if they were her own, kneading and fondling them, nodding her head. 'Oh, yes! These are just perfect! How do you like them?'

I look down at the squishy mounds protruding from my chest. I couldn't see my dainty feet. 'I detest them!' I lie, feeling them hanging from my chest like large melons. 

But more was to come. In addition to insuring that I appear as one of the prettiest girls at the party, Trudy insists I act out the role. She orders me to parade up and down the room swinging my hips. I did as she asks, feeling very foolish, but after a few minutes I got used to the heels, the dress and the heavy bra

'David, Honey, you're a natural girl!' Trudy says. 'The only thing that looks a little out of place is this bulge,' she points to my hard-on. 'Something's got to be done about that! Still we don't want you looking too good do we?' She threw me a knowing smile. 'I don't want to be jealous.' I laugh but fail to comprehend her intention. She gestures me towards her and we sit together on the bed motionless for a few moments. She softly caresses my cheek and I shiver, terrified of my own sexually charged emotions. Slowly she turns her face to me and drew her lips to mine. We kiss shyly at first. I felt only utter exhilaration and feminine pleasure experiencing a girlish role. She was the forceful kisser, leading the way with her probing tongue. Trudy gently stretches me back on the bed and began to run her hand across the shiny fabric of my dress. All the time telling me how beautiful I look. She presses her lips to mine and strokes her tongue inside my mouth. I respond by sucking delightedly on the moist appendage and draw it deeper into my throat. We clutch at each other, savouring the moment. Inadvertently I raise and spread my legs, the action opening wider the front of my dress. Trudy's hand went immediately to my legs and began to caress them, slowly at first, her fingers sliding across the smoothness of my hairless legs and then massaging my thighs. I sigh, I gasp, and I feel delightfully feminine.

'Oh, God, David, you're so, so ... Sexy.'

'Make love to me, Trudy, make love to me like never before.' As if answering my prayers, her fingers edge to the waistband of my panties and pull them slowly down my legs. I shudder aware that I was assuming the submissive feminine role but Trudy didn't seem to mind. I let out a little moan, lift my body to accommodate her movement and my white undies slither across my expensive silk stockings and land crumpled at my ankles. Trudy's hands continue probing and soon settled at the top of my hold-ups. She ran her right tantalizingly over the lacy tops and softly caresses my groin. I couldn't bare it. She's driving me crazy introducing me to totally new sensations that burst and fizzed inside me. Then her long fingers grasp my slowly stiffening cock and hold it firmly. She smiles while squeezing and kneading my cock knowing that I was about to explode.

'Who's a bad girl,' she scolds then thrusts her tongue deep into my throat again and we press our bodies against each other in a passionate embrace. Suddenly she pulls herself away from me. 

'We haven't long, honey, we'll be late.' she sighs. 'There's plenty of time later.' From now, I want YOU to be my girlfriend! And that's not how they behave.' She squeals as her hands went back up inside my dress and stroke my shaft slowly.

Disappointed I pull my panties back on and smooth down my dress as I'd seen Trudy do many a time.

I try to look down at my groin as I was convinced my cock must show but I couldn't see clearly because of my new chest, I could see that my breasts were larger then Trudy's, and my dresses thinness did little to hide my erect nipples protruding from my bra! 

'Bar that little tell tale bulge, you look just like a girl,' Trudy squeaks excitedly.

'Have you lost your mind?' I say frantically, 'I can't possibly pretend to be a girl! This is a fancy-dress party. We're seeing friends. I'm in drag. I'm not trying to be a girl.'

I look down at the dress on my body, and feel helpless. No mistaking I was dressed completely as a young lady, and now I also had to pretend to be one. 

'Oh David, hush now,' she says emphatically. 'You now look and act like a girl so perfectly, that no one will know who you really are if you're careful.'

'But Trudy, I don't WANT to be a lady. This is a fancy-dress. Don't read into this more than what it is. It's just a bit of harmless fun, right?'

She laughs and a hint of a smile plays across her lips.

'Its OK for a laugh But It's not right that I'm wearing this dress seriously.'


Shock Tactics Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Trick Discovered

We stood by the road, me in seventh heaven and I held out a slender arm. Instantly half a dozen taxis appeared from nowhere. We climb into the nearest one, giving the others my very best smile, and arrived a mere ten minutes late. Trudy paid as I purposely taunt him by letting my short flowing skirt ride up showing him more of my slender legs. I could see him staring at my nylon-encased legs appreciatively. I kept my head down, not wanting to look at him as he eyed me. Yet I experienced such mixed emotion. I felt ashamed yet thrilled as my heels clicked and my short skirts swung across my pantie clad bottom. 

'It seems you have an admirer, Wendy,' Trudy titters, watching the Cabbie stare at me as we walk towards Guy and Deborah's house 'But try to act less...sexy,' she giggles, pulling my hand.

'Trudy, please!' I whisper, as we stop outside the front door. About a dozen cars were parked outside their house, and lights blazed from the windows and from over the front door. Trudy's eyes began to sparkle, but I don't feel her enthusiasm as I start to feel uncomfortable in my feminine cloths. I like dinner parties, but I always felt shy on arrival. Not so Trudy who skips up the steps like a gazelle and rings the bell. I took a grip on my clutch bag and look down over my feminised form. And yes! Trudy had done a superb job. I did look remarkably like a young lady. If it wasn't for the fact we where going to a fancy-dress I was convinced I looked genuine. We both look through the front window at the guests as we wait and to my horror I don't see anyone in fancy-dress.

'Oh! My God what have you done?' I cry in terror.

'Oh! David, I'm hurt, that you thing I did this on purpose,' replies Trudy. 'It's a genuine mistake. They must have decided against a fancy-dress. Admittedly, it's a shame that you're wearing such an expensive dress; you've gone to amazing lengths to perfect your look and look so convincing. And I suppose it's an even bigger shame that you obviously enjoy wearing girl's clothes by the state of that unfeminine bulge in you panties. I just can't have been thinking straight. Maybe it was caused by your constant flirting with our friends and my insecurity - must have made me a little absent-minded.' Trudy smiles. 

I stare at her dumfounded. 

'Shh! Don't say anything we might get away with it.' 

'What,' I snap furiously. 

'What do you mean - might get away with it?'

'Look this might look rather bad. They may jump to the wrong conclusion. Just remember that.'

'Yes but were both in fancy-dress,' I say as Trudy suddenly steps smartly backwards. I momentarily freeze unsure what to do as Trudy climbs out of my pinstripe trousers and switches my brogues for a pair of high heels from the holdall. I hold my breath. The front door opens and Guy beams us a welcoming but surprised smile. I could sense excitement by what he saw.

'Well, hello ladies, do come in,' he cries. 'It's Trudy and Oh! Where's David? The other girls will be disappointed he's so popular. But who's this ravishing beauty in his place?' 

A stab of fear ran down my spine and all of a sudden my bra began to pinch, my hold-ups overly grip my legs and my skirt felt incredibly short. My shoes pinch my feet and I totter forward as Trudy brushes past me to step inside. I stare at her open mouthed, disorientated for a moment. She had removed my large coat and instead of my pinstripe jacket, shirt and tie she wore her favorite little black dress. Slowly it dawned on me that I had been tricked.

'Well, Guy, no David I'm afraid and that's an interesting story.' She gave my arm a gentle squeeze as girls do and pulls me inside a thin smile forming.

'David, you look positively GORGEOUS! Just wait 'till the others see you! Now David, your name is Wendy, and if anyone asks you've just moved in as a lodger this week. And remember make sure you talk like a girl, okay? This is going to be great!' I mince alongside her, dressed in her clothes, and I could feel my cock getting hard again amongst Trudy's soft nylon panties that clutch my cock tightly.

She grabs my coat and literally drags it off my shoulders. Suddenly I'm exposed in the skimpy dress. Guys delighted. 

'Please, please excuse me,' Trudy says fumbling in her handbag for her lipstick. 'I haven't done my hair or make-up. Tonight has been such a rush. Wendy go in and follow Guy, while I just pop to the toilet.' 

I was for the sake of a word flabbergasted. She must have worn the sheer dress bunched under my trousers and removed the shirt and tie while in the bathroom back at my flat. I had been tricked, but why? 

I still half expected to enter a room filled with our friends in each other's clothes. The boys dressed in ill-fitting cocktail dresses as if they'd stepped from a comedy drag show and the girls in their partner's baggy office suits. I look round the room excitedly. I was half right. There were beautiful cocktail skirts and evening dresses and casual suits and shirts and slacks but they were all worn by the correct sex. No one had swapped clothes or wore fancy-dress. My worse nightmare had begun. My heart began to race and I felt terribly stupid. Unaware of my true identity Guy led me like a true gentleman into the lounge. I began to feel like a hopeless female teenager, avoiding bright lights for fear of my spots showing - although of course, spots were the least of my worry as I wonder what our friends would say once they realise I, David, wore the shortest dress. I seek out low light in order to disguise my true identity. I need not have worried. I don't know if I have ever seen a party come to a halt. Well, call me boastful, but that's what happens as I walk through the door. My hair was perfectly styled, my dress was the prettiest in London, and as Guy led me across the lounge floor I felt like a movie star. Yet it was like a walk of shame. My heels click my nylons rub together and my dress swishes as it sways. I didn't feel confident about how I was being perceived or accepted. Yet I felt wonderfully attractive and hoped that I made a good impression.

As I got into the centre of the room, an athletically built guy with short dark hair who had his back to me was just finishing talking to Deborah. I felt there was something familiar about the guy, confirmed as soon as he turned towards me. I couldn't believe my eyes.

'Well, Hello beautiful lady,' my boss, Mark cry's.

I flush with embarrassment. Who had invited him I wonder.

I try to smile sweetly and his eyes wander hungrily up and down my dress with a satisfied smirk. His presence could mean only one thing - trouble.

Guy coughs. 'Excuse me friends. This is...' he pauses. 'What did you say your name was?' 

'Da... Dav... Wendy,' I say stupidly. 

Guy smiles. 'Yes, sorry, Wendy. How could I? Everyone this lovely lady is Wendy.' he gave me a little peck on the cheek and whispers in my ear. 'Relax they won't bite. She came with Trudy. You look a proper picture, Wendy. Doesn't she gentlemen?' 

They readily agree. 

'No, David, I'm afraid. Bit of a mystery but looking at Wendy I don't think any of us will miss him.' The girls all whisper amongst themselves. The guys dotted around the room laugh heartedly and two got up and offer me their chair. Mark continues to look at me leeringly. The girls, all huddle together, in stark contrast didn't look so impressed. They gave me cattish looks and all closely examine every detail of my clothes.

Guy waves a hand at the vacant seats. 'Take your pick?' he says. 'Oh and I like your perfume' 

'Flowers,' I say sheepishly. 

'It suits you,' he says, his eyes sparkling suggestively. I smile and look awkwardly round the room. All the girls continue to scrutinise me as if an alien. Did they realise who I was? I didn't think so. I bend down to sit in the closest sofa. My hair tumbles forward, my bottom points skyward and I immediately sink into the deep cushion. My skirt rose up to reveal an expanse of long, lean leg, topped by my tiny white panties. The effect unintentionally so goddamm sexy caught all the men's attention. 

'You look amazing,' says Mark in wonderment, who sitting opposite clearly had the best view. He leers approvingly. 'Have you always had those legs?'

I pretended not to hear. Had he seen my tell tale bulge? I smile sweetly and discretely cross my legs without disclosing any more thigh or panties. I knew as his beady little eyes continue to roam up and down my legs and the long, shapely sheen of my pale-pink hold-up he thought he was going to shag me. I think he feels he's in with a chance... As if! I feel terrible and consider running for the door. But what then? Minutes pass and Trudy reappears. Relieved I stand back up. 

Trudy looking beautiful now with stunning combed hair and beautifully applied make-up walks confidently towards me and put her arm over my shoulder. 'How are you doing gorgeous?' she says. The others look at us oddly and Clare and Fiona wink knowingly at each other.

'You bitch - What have you done?' I whisper frantically. 'Have you lost your mind?' 

'Shhh,' she says putting a painted fingernail to her glossy lips. 'No one's noticed. Keep your voice down. Where's your sense of adventure?'

'Adventure, adventure,' I stutter, 'You've made me look a complete fool and in front of my boss.' 

'Hmm!' she says, 'And as usual the sad gits come on his own.' Trudy laughs wickedly.

'Please, please, please,' I beg let's go home.' But Trudy had no such intention. She shrugs her shoulders.

'Don't be stupid. I'm having a fabulous time and the evening promises to be hilarious. And you better be good or if they rumble you and you'll no longer be the blue-eyed boy.

'I could tell them the truth.' I blurt.

'And who will they believe?'

'But surely-'

Trudy held her hand up, interrupting my attempt to protest.

'No buts, I won't support you. You'll have to face that tonight you're Wendy not David. Just see it out.'

I felt close to tears.

'What did you do with my suit? You've changed. What are you wearing now?' 

She laughs running her hands all over body in a provocative manner. 'I would have thought that obvious, Honey.' But since you ask, I'm wearing the same panties as you.' She laughs wickedly. 'And Oooh! Wendy, aren't they adorable? See?' She lifts her dress quickly, flashing the same distinctive lace panties. 'Why, you're even wearing the same bra as me, too! It looks like we can be sisters!' She giggles and I want to shrivel up and die.

We mingle amongst our friends and as Guy turns up the music Fiona and Darlene start to dance. Trudy takes my hand and starts to swing in time with the music. 'Come on Honey, let's dance.' Forced to dance with the other girls I step lightly in my heels marvelling at how my dress sways around my body. Mark gives me a lecherous look. 'Apparently you can tell how good someone is in bed by their dancing.' He jokes. I blush and feel vulnerable. 'The slicker the syncopation, the better the sex - so the theory goes.' I giggle girlishly as Tracey smiles proudly and refuses to let me sit back down. We continue to dance, drink and chat. Minutes flow by and my confidence began to build as the wine went to go to my head.

See Chapter 3 - The plan backfires  



Shock Tactics Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - The plan backfires 

I climb the stairs aware of someone behind me. I try to ignore them but feel a pair of beady eyes peer up at my hips and bottom as a saunter carefully up the stairs. I try to retain my modesty by holding my skirts flat. Outside the bathroom I heave a sigh of relief as if searching for sanctuary and open the door but the person behind pushes me inside. I stumble in my heels, break a manicured nail and twist my ankle. 

'Oooh, mamma!' yells Mark, 'You're the hottest piece of arse that ever came through this door.' I ignore his low-class vulgarity with a delicate toss of my head. 'Don't say a word,' he says slamming the door behind him. Alone, we stare at each other in silence for a few awkward moments. He eventually tuts. 'Well, well, well the office stud likes to dress as a woman.'

'What do you mean?'

'David, mate, you're a bloody legend. All the girls in the office fancy you. You must know you have a reputation.' He cast his eyes up my long slender legs and finally stares transfixed at my huge cleavage.

'But...that was then, this is now.'

'No,' I smart, 'nothings changed.'

Mark smiles smugly. 'Oh! Yes, David I'm delighted to say it has. I knew there's more to you than meets the eye.' He leers at me hungrily and I swallow hard. 

'Mmm.' Mark dwells on my predicament for a moment. 'So you swing both ways?'

'No you fucking idiot, I'm just the victim of circumstances.'

Mark wasn't interested why - he was just happy to have an additional weapon in his David bullying arsenal. 'The only reason men dress as women is because they want to experience the real thing. Go the full nine yards, the full monty.' 

I look at him and frown. 'Christ, Mark you talk some crap. Don't you get it? Trudy tricked me into wearing this.'

'Yeah, I'm sure. In fact,' he sneers, 'I bet you want some man in you now.' he smirks and cackles piercingly loud. I feel my stomach tighten as my heart misses a beat

'Fuck off. I want to go to the toilet.' I cry. 

'All in good time,' he smiles. I want to see what pretty things you're wearing under the dress?'

It took a few moments for the question to sink in. 'You what?' I say impatiently. 

He looks at me slowly and licks his lips savouring the question as if his life depends on it. 'I want to see under your dress again,' he leers. I begin to sweat and feel terribly uncomfortable. I consider screaming for help but decide as a man I should be able to protect myself from Mark's advances.

'Why?' I say through gritted teeth. 'You've seen them twice before or have you forgotten?'

'There's no need to be hostile. I'm trying to be friendly. Wearing that dress you surely need to look after your mates. Now show me again... Show me.' he orders, his voice showing signs of anxiety.

'No,' I scream, 'No, I won't, fuck off. You wouldn't normally ask a girl to do that. Get yourself a proper girlfriend.'

'I'm not leaving, W... e... n... d... y.' He mouths in a defamatory tone. 'You obviously don't know me that well. I would ask and you'll be my girlfriend because I say so. We're made for each other.'

I stand my ground. 'No I won't and I don't care if you're my boss.'

In reply he grabs me tightly by my throat with one strong hand and grapples my dress with the other. Weak and pathetic, the dress seemingly drains me of all my strength. I struggle pathetically as a token gesture but I'm quickly overwhelmed. Holding me against the tiled wall I'm powerless in his vice-like grip. I feebly kick out but he's as strong as an ox and I soon feel my light dress yank skyward. 

'Careful, careful you'll rip it.' I scream remembering Trudy's instructions, but he doesn't care and within seconds my dress is again waist high and his eyes all over my snowy white panties. 

'Coo. Nice and lacy.' he cries pushing me to the floor. 'And you've got an amazing arse. I'm going to fuck you six times till Sunday! 

'No.' I cry as my knees buckle and he wraps his arms around me fondling the lace on my dress. 

'Now Wendy, that's not the way to speak to your employer, just be quite and be a good little girl while I have some fun!' He slowly caresses my panties that held my now-erect cock within its nylon trap. He pulls on the lacy waistband with one hand and caught my hard-on as it sprung free with the other.

'Ooh, Wendy, it's a bit of a disappointment!' Mark cries, running his hand up and down my shaft. 'What a lucky little girl you are to have such a teeny dick!' but I'm not interested in this.' He throws me to the floor and unzips his own trousers letting them fall to the floor. He fumbles with his boxers until he pulls his cock out.

I could see his stiffened organ just a few centimeters from my face. Mark's cock extends and bursts with energy, drops of sperm gleam on its tip. I don't know what came over me but as Trudy does to me I reach out with my finger to wipe them away.

'Good girl,' he cry's 'and...'

Nervously as if directed by a hidden force I took his drops and put them to my mouth, tasting his semen for the first time. What was happening to me? My body was awash with ecstasy knowing I had caused Mark's sexual arousal. But I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to experience more of the thrill - the power - that a woman can have over a man's body. I lower my glistening scarlet lips to encircle Mark's cock. It slid slowly into the recess of my mouth, filling me - gagging me - with its growing size. I let it slide deeply down my throat and then pulled slowly away, watching it emerge again from its moist bondage, this time marked with the red stain of my crimson lipstick. I look into Mark's eyes and smile softly, then slowly drew the cock back between my lips. As it moves inside my mouth, I bath it with my tongue; trembling with excitement as I felt the fleshy organ shudder in reaction to my ministrations. Then I start to suck on the tip of the cock, trying to draw out all of the sexual energy I knew was hidden deep within the bulging shaft. My body began to shudder and I was overcome with the desire to have Mark come deep within my throat. I drew his cock in and out of my mouth rapidly, each time increasing the pressure of my lips and my teeth against its warm flesh. In the background, I could hear Mark moan, first softly then with increasing intensity. As if in response, his thick cock began to move and shudder against my mouth. I open my lips quickly, gasp for air, then return to the passionate battle that had beset my body. With all the calmness I could muster, I began to lick the length of his cock. When I reach the crown of his shaft, I again suck it, long and eagerly. Those actions were more than Mark could with stand and I hear him cry out in ecstasy just as he releases the first spurt of semen into my mouth. At first I choke as the thick syrup pours into my throat. But I quickly adjust to the salty taste and oily texture of the sperm. I increase the pressure of my lips against his cock and at the same time intensify my sucking action, hopeful of extracting every bit of sexual balm from deep inside his body. Once again he shudders and moans, his cock exploding with globules of thick sperm, which I eagerly siphon deep into my throat. I had brought a man - to climax. But rather be repulsed - I was in heaven and I could feel my body react as though experiencing an involuntary orgasm

He hadn't finished. He manhandles me to my knees and pushes me against the bath. My hands grip the smooth side, my head, deep inside. My shiny hair that up until then had retained its hold falls forward over my face. He grabs a flannel and roughly stuffs it in my mouth. Like a beast possessed his rough hands tear at my flimsy panties, which offer little resistance to his strong hands. Next with my head held firm in the bath with one strong hand I hear him fumble with his own cock. 

'No, no,' I mumble through the flannel. Suddenly I feel it. His cock pressing against my arse as his hand drifts to my bottom cheeks, softly caressing me through my satin and nylon skirts. He draws me close as I tremble with a peculiar blend of excitement and fear as I feel his firm cock pressing harder and harder against my arse. Yet strangely, to my surprise I began to relax and enjoy the experience.

'Be a good girl and let me in your honey pot,' he shrieks. But I can't even cry out, as I taste the soap from the flannel filling my mouth. 

'I want my cock inside you. I want to fuck you like a woman; I need to experience my cock pushing into you - thick and hard - I want to feel it explode with pleasure deep within your girlie body.' He slides my panties aside as if peeling the most delicate, precious object in the world. I gasp, I feel dizzy as inch-by-inch he works his huge cock inside me. My saliva helps a bit yet I scream in pain but nothing comes from my stuffed mouth as he rocks back and forth driving his hot cock deep inside my arse. Back and forth, back and forth he rocks, his hands firmly on my hips. My mind spins hopelessly, I feel doey-eyed, and I emit embarrassing, small piggy snorts as slowly he fills me.

'I know you want it,' he gasps, 'and seeing that you're getting REAL excited by me, a girl likes to be touched right on her clit! Is this where YOUR clit is?' He put his hand in my panties and grabs my cock. My vision blurs, I feel in a daze, fireworks ignite throughout my body. My knees shake; I unconsciously take my hands off the bath and move them to my bra. Cupping my breasts in both hands I caress them as if real. 'Hmm!' I moan like cheap whore and writhe in rhythm to his thrusts. 

Marks cock stiffens. 'I want you to feel all the pleasures that a girl can feel!' He rubs my cock slowly, up and down my shaft exciting me tremendously.

'How does it feel, girlie?' he asks. 'Don't you just love it?'

Past caring I nod my head, as it becomes increasingly difficult for me to speak as my cum rise like an active volcano ready to erupt. He massages me in his large hands as he continues to thrust his hips back and forth. I want to scream but am powerless as my excitement mounts and my cum rises steadily in my balls. Sensing my excitement, he sped up. 

'Only real girls cum and I can tell you're ready to spurt.' 

He's right but something's wrong. I'm a man; he's my boss and my girlfriends downstairs, but these where unusual circumstances. At last I manage to spit out the flannel.

'I'm not. I'm not. You know I'm not a real girl. Let me go,' I cry but he ignores my pleas and furiously rubs my cock with his huge hands. 

'You'd be a bit more appreciative if you know what's good for you and your career.' he snarls. Terrified but unable to control myself I push back as he jerks me off faster and faster. 'Mmm!' I moan my body spasms and sure enough I start cuming onto his hands in my panties in big, long shots!

'Good girl!' cries Mark, as he milks the cum from my little cock. 'Oh, YES! Oh, YES! Look at all your juices! You've got to be the wettest girl I know!' Excitedly he keeps rubbing my cum over my spent cock.

'Aren't you glad you came dressed NOW?' shouts Mark, but I didn't have chance to reply as then it happens, his cock spasms, twitches and shoots a hot, thick creamy jet deep inside me. 

'Ooh!' I emit a girlish giggle as another wave of fireworks soar through me. He lets go of my cock, wipes his hand clean on my panties and grasps my hips for one final thrust.

'Ooh! I love you,' I cry inexplicably but Marks not listening as his cock falls limp and he pulls it from my arse with a plop.

'Good girl,' he yells. 'Now fuck off.' He slaps me hard on the buttocks and pushes me away disinterested. I tumble to the floor laddering one of my precious hold-ups. Mark, unconcerned pulls his trousers up and glares at me. 'You're nothing but a bloody tart.' 

There are a few moments of silence as I look at him bewildered. Then my face crumples and I burst into tears. 

Mark laughs. 'Typical, you're just like a bloody emotional girl. Now don't say anything to anyone,' he scowls, 'or else.' 

I wipe away my tears and bizarrely move towards him to put my arms around his neck as a display of affection.

'Fuck off bitch, you can go now.'

'You don't mean that?' I sniff.

'I'm a heartless bastard', he sneers, 'and you of all people should know that from work.' But then he seems to show some form of remorse. 'Let me ask you something, Wendy,' he says, putting my wilted cock back inside my panties and smoothing them out for me. 'Doesn't it feel a little... strange to wear these clothes?'

I sigh, relieved perhaps he did understand my predicament even after dumping his heavy load up my arse.

'That's what I've been trying to tell you. Yes, it does,' I say, straightening my hold-ups. 'It wasn't my idea to wear...all this," I snivel, pointing to my dress.'

'But you know, Wendy, you honestly look GOOD dressed as a girl. I think you should consider dressing at work! What do you think the office would think of you and your habit?'

Panic cuts me like a razor sharp knife. 'Don't say anything,' I plead.

'Hmm! We could come to some arrangement. I could fire you as David and reemploy you as Wendy. You'd be an asset as my secretary. I never get any satisfaction from the bitches at work.'

'You're mad,' I sniff. 

Marks smiles cruelly. 'Maybe, but you've got little option. I hold all the cards. Imagine you as my office slut in fishnets, impossible heels, killer lingerie and a so, so, short mini.'

He laughs and shuffles backwards as I hear a commotion outside the bathroom door. Moments later it swings open. A cry shatters the air like breaking glass. It's Trudy. 

'Oh! My God!' she screams, 'what are you two doing?' 

Mark sneers, straightens and puts his dripping cock back in his trousers. 'Your pretty girl wanted to feel a real man inside her.'

'No,' I cry, 'I didn't. It wasn't like that.'

Trudy raises her hands to her mouth and gasps in horror. 'You didn't have a quickie, did you?'

'I didn't want to,' I blurt. 'He ... he ... raped me.' The words make me cringe with embarrassment.

Mark laughs, steps over me and pushes past Trudy. 'He begged me to do it.'

'No,' I scream.

Marks continues laughing, 'See you Monday, Wendy.' 

'No, no, no,' I cry as his hot cum dribbles out of my arse dampening my panties. Trudy steps inside and quickly locks the door. Terrified I try to clean myself up. 

Trudy's mortified. 'I wanted you to myself', she screams, 'I loved you. That's why I tricked you into wearing the dress. I didn't want to share you with anyone else. I wanted to shock our friends. And how do you repay my affection?' 

I stare at her blankly and shuffle my feet awkwardly bowing my head in shame.

'By abusing my trust, my loyalty.' She tuts in annoyance, 'I'm not sure what's worse sharing you with another woman or another man. How could you?' She begins to sop and despite everything I try to console her.

'I'm sorry.' I say, 'He forced me.' I put an arm around her and pull her to my chest. It had a calming effect as after a few minutes Trudy relaxes. 

'Let's go home,' I say but amazingly Trudy wants to stay.

'I'm not running away from him,' she sniffs, 'or you. If you like being a cheap tart you can stay dressed as you are. I'm in no hurry as long as you promise not to go with another of the men downstairs.'

'I didn't want to in the first place.' I cry, 'I don't know what came over me. It's these clothes. They make me behave differently. It's your fault. I didn't want to wear them. Don't just blame me.' 

Cooling down she retouches my mascara and lipstick then when I felt I had regained my composure I go to the toilet. I sit down, soiled panties crumpled at my ankles and my skirts around my waist. 

'You know Wendy', Trudy says pitifully as she looks at me squatting on the loo seat. 'I rather like you dressed in lingerie. You can be so understanding and sensitive.'

'Oh no, I'm changing as soon as we get home.' I say firmly.

'Not so fast Honey,' she says patronisingly. 'You owe me big time. But let's not argue we can talk about this later.' 

Chapter 4 - 

A few minutes later, I emerge, a little disheveled, but otherwise reasonably presentable. I step carefully downstairs my skirts swaying lightly just-above-my-knee I hear raucous laughter flowing up the stairs. Oblivious to what went on the others have finished desert and were on coffee and mints. 

'Are you two going to stay the night?' Guy asks as we sit down. 

'Not sure,' Trudy says. 

'No,' I say firmly, smoothing down my skirt as I sat. 'Oh!' I try and maintain my composure as I feel Marks cum seep from my sore arse. 'We came by taxi, neither of us drove and I haven't drunk too much.'

'Don't worry, Wendy, love' Trudy says, 'I bought an overnight bag for such eventualities. We could stay if we want.' Guy laughs and I cast a nervous eye over my dress. Trudy breaks the silence.

'Don't worry, Honey, I've brought you a nightie'. She bursts into mocking laughter.

I blush. 

'He's such a girl,' Trudy says laughing to the others as if the last ten minutes never happened. 

'And don't worry Wendy,' says Guy. 'Your boss, Mark, has gone. I saw him giving you the lusty eye. I know he's a slimy git. Fortunately he had to leave. He seemed in a rush; apparently he's working early tomorrow. No peace for the wicked huh! Strange chap though.' He turns to Trudy. 'I hope your happy Trudy. I'm not sure why you wanted him to come tonight. We all know he's a bit of a loner and can be awkward. You took a hell of a gamble what with David coming in the dress.'

I look at Trudy appalled. 'You invited Mark?' 

She smirks. 'I wanted to test you.' She whispers. 'To see if you could be tempted as I always thought you may swing both ways. I had to know. I needed to decide if I can live with it.' She smiles sweetly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. 'You talk in your sleep you know. I know all about your kinky dreams.'

I was flabbergasted and knew my secret was out. Fortunately the others where sufficiently tipsy and no one asked any further questions. 

We drank coffee and the night slowly wore to a close and around midnight the guests began to get up and go.

'Don't forget to come round for my old clothes,' Monica says as Trudy and I get up to go. I shrug my shoulders and Trudy looks jealous and disgruntled.

'And you could wear some of your new wardrobe when you come again,' Daphne says helpfully at the door. 'Your dressing is not a problem for us.' She gives me a hug and kisses both my cheeks. 'I think you're very brave and you look beautiful. I don't care what people say. You're a natural.'

Back at the flat Trudy insists I wear a nightie. It's a cute baby-doll with fluff around the edges. She also made me wear a fresh pair of panties and was quite turned on but I didn't feel like sex. Instead she made me satisfy her with my tongue. 

Did her ridicule me shock tactic work? I guess so as none of our friends looked at me in the same light after that night. I stopped flirting and they never made suggestive remarks ever again.

That evening did have some repercussions though. Trudy enjoyed seeing me mince round in a dress and satisfy her as if a woman so much she made me dress for her on other occasions. She said it was as a reminder not to stray but I wasn't so sure. Sometimes it was just us in the flat with me in a simple skirt or blouse or like tonight she made me dress in something much smarter and suitably girlish. There was no stopping her. When in these moods we went for meals, walks in the country, bowling, the cinema, even ice-skating but never did she allow me to wear my trousers. I complained of course not wanting to show willing but I genuinely grew fond of wearing dresses. She was contented. She had me in her trap. I wasn't going to stray and I was no longer considered a desirable catch by her girlfriends. 




Shock Tactics Ch. 03



Work relations did become strained. I steer clear of Mark at work but he frequently mocks my dress sense to work mates and I know it's a matter of time before he asks me to dress for him again. I'm also dreading my next appraisal as still wants me to become his secretary and dress in a mini skirt. I've seen the way he treats the girls in the office and would hate to be his next victim.

THE END



Shock Tactics



'...And panties' adds Trudy, '...and hold-ups ...and a cute little bra? She fondles the lace on my dress.

'...YES! All of those!" I cry, standing up quickly. 'I'm a MAN! Not a WOMAN! And I don't want to pretend to be one girl!'

Trudy looks disappointed. 'But David, honey, what are you afraid of? She took my hand and pulls me back down to the couch.

'Are you afraid that you may start to enjoy being a pretty lady? Worried that all the ladies won't like you as a girl?' 

She was close to the truth but I couldn't say that. 'No,' I scoff 'don't be stupid' her hand was now on my bare knee.

She laughs and insists that I behave like a young lady, teaching me things like smoothing my skirts under me when I sit, walking, curtseying, and she even made me speak in a high, girlish tone. Needless to say after a while I get accustomed to balancing in the heels and wearing the dress and with minutes to spare she suggests we both wear our large raincoats so no one could see what we're wearing underneath. Good idea I thought while I put HER knee-length coat on she disappears into the bedroom. She's gone for ages. 

'What's keeping you,' I cry impatiently.

'Coming, Honey' she calls and when she did reappear she wore my raincoat fastened to the neck. It was almost impossible to see what she was wearing but I felt reassured when I saw my pinstriped trousers and black brogues on her feet. Of course there was no mistaking my legs wrapped in hold-ups adorned with a angle chain and squeezed into 4" heels. As we left the flat she picks up a small holdall which I assume had our change of clothes.

I tip-tap my way down the stairs knowing that I look very sexy. The thought kept my body racing at fever pitch. I was still sexually excited from our antics on the bed and just hoped that my cock would soon settle down. Relieved I wore her coat. 

See Chapter 2 - Trick discovered