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Princess
by Parker (address withheld)
***
A computer geek is slowly cohorts into kinky sexual
situations by the most popular girl in school. (MM-
teens, forced, tv, reluc, huml)
***
Author's Note: This story involves forced transvestite
male on male sex. I can't put it any more plainly than
that. If you think you will be offended by such things,
don't read any further.
***
I couldn't believe it!
It went way beyond my wildest dreams.
Here I was, Steven Murdoch, computer geek... nerd...
dweeb - whatever you want to call it - in the pink and
bow bedroom of Janice Sweet, the most beautiful and
sought after girl of Greenwood High. Tall and slender,
with short, dark hair and big brown eyes - Homecoming
Queen... voted "girl most likely" two years in a row -
she was easily the most popular and, in my opinion, the
most beautiful girl in school.
I'd been watching her for a couple of weeks now, ever
since my mom lost her job in Point Hope and had been
forced to take on a night shift at Bakersville Freight
and Transport and I'd transferred to Greenwood. For all
my watching, I'd never dreamed that anything would
happen between us. I could say it's because we move in
different circles, but the truth is, I don't really
have a circle. I was new at the school and kind of shy.
I didn't really know anyone.
Janice though... you know the type. Girls like that
don't have much to do with geeks like me. Sure, we're
fine for helping out with homework now and then, but
girls like that invariably go out with guys like
football or basketball stars. That's what it had been
like with Janice when I'd started school in mid-
September. According to the grapevine, she'd been going
steady with Biff Hammond, captain of the football team
for over a year. They'd been a fairy tale couple, the
most beautiful girl in school going out with the most
handsome jock...
Then he dumped her.
In public, too. In the cafeteria.
It'd been all over the school in minutes.
That's why, when I saw her after school a couple of
days later, sobbing in the woods behind the parking
lot, that I knew what was wrong. And that was why I
screwed up my courage and went to talk to her. She'd
turned away at first, but quickly opened up and soon we
were talking like we'd been friends forever.
She really needed someone to talk to.
I walked her home that afternoon.
Some girls look great from a distance, but when you
really get close and talk to them, they turn out to be
a disappointment.
Janice wasn't like that.
***
Over the next four weeks, we spent lots of time
together. Sure, a lot of it involved me doing her
homework and stuff, but that was only to be expected. I
thought it was developing into more.
My hopes were confirmed when she invited me to be her
date at Cindy Parker's Halloween party. I stammered out
a "yes" and it was a date.
A date!
With Janice Sweet!
It was almost too good to be true. It was like one of
those movies where the-most-popular-girl-in-school-
looks-beneath-the- surface-and-falls-in-love-with-the-
geek.
Like a fairy tale.
Certainly not real life.
But, when she kissed me that night, I knew it *was*
true. It wasn't a very long kiss, but it promised more.
I felt like a frog slowly being turned into a prince.
We made arrangements to meet the next day to get ready
for the party. She'd have to go early to help Cindy set
up, but she wanted me to come over in the late
afternoon so she could help me get into costume.
"What costume?" I asked.
"You'll see."
She smiled.
I was going to ask more, but then she kissed me again.
Longer this time.
***
The next day was Saturday.
I was on edge all day, looking forward to the party,
but scared at the same time. Even my mom, who's usually
so far out of it from her night job that she never
really sees me, noticed something was up. I tried to
explain to her what it meant, me having a date with
someone like Janice Sweet and all, but she just nodded
and said "That's nice, dear."
She didn't get it.
Sometimes I wish dad were still around.
So that brings me to Saturday afternoon.
In Janice's room. As I said, it went way beyond my
wildest dreams. In more ways than one.
When I went over to Janice's at about 3:00 to get ready
for the party, she met me at the door dressed as a man!
Or a boy, at least.
"J-Janice?"
"Hi Stephen."
She smiled at me.
"Do you like it?"
She turned around, giving me a full view. She may have
been dressed like a man, but the way she smiled and
moved... well, if she was male, then I was gay.
Still, the costume was pretty good. Her dark hair was
wet down and combed across her head with a part down
one side. She wasn't wearing any makeup that I could
see, and she had put on a pair of heavy glass, which
hid her eyes and made her look... I don't know, less
female? They certainly de-emphasized her looks. The
rest of it was pretty simple: a fake moustache; a guy's
slacks and a jacket with covered her chest; and a pair
of men's dress shoes.
Not bad.
"Looks good," I told her (and basked in her sudden
smile). "But what about me? Don't want people to think
I'm going on a date with a guy."
She laughed.
"Come see," she said, taking my hand and leading me
into her bedroom. I saw at once what she was laughing
about. It was all laid out there on her bed: a yellow
dress... girl's underwear... a pair of yellow shoes
with heels... a blonde wig...
"Uhm..." I turned to her. "You want me to go as a... a
girl?"
She nodded, smiling. "You'll be my date," she explained
happily. "It'll be perfect. We'll win first prize for
sure." I felt my stomach begin to turn. Going out with
Janice was a dream come true, but going as a girl?
It was too much!
Christ, I'd never live it down. Even with Janice...
"I don't know," I told her. "I don't think this is a
good..."
Before I could complete the sentence, she walked up to
me, took off the glasses and brought her lips to mine
for a long kiss. Her fake moustache tickled a bit, but
I wasn't about to complain... not as long as her warm,
moist lips were pressed against mine and her tongue
slid teasingly across my teeth...
Finally, she pulled away.
"Are you sure?" she whispered.
"I..."
She kissed me again. By the time the kiss ended, I was
trembling and my cock was straining at the front of my
jeans. I groaned as I felt her hand slide along the
front of my crotch, rubbing against my cock through the
thick material.
"I really want you to wear the costume," she told me,
smiling. "Besides, dressed as a guy, I feel pretty
aggressive." Her smile took on a new intensity. "A
'guy' like me on a date with a 'girl' like you... who
knows what will happen?"
Her smile promised everything.
How could I refuse.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
"Oh... good. I can't wait to see how you look." She
took my hand and led me into the bathroom. "Let's get
started. The costume has to be perfect."
Maybe I would have protested more if I hadn't been so
bloody horny. I wanted to complain... when she got me
to strip down to my underwear and then smeared that
white foam stuff all over my arms, legs and underarms,
I wanted to tell her "no". But the feeling of her hands
on my body - as well as the occasional rub against my
still rigid cock and the special smile she gave me -
kept me silent. I almost felt like crying in the
shower when I washed the white stuff off and it left my
arms and legs completely hairless, but when I got out
of the shower, she was waiting with a towel, her eyes
sliding up and down my naked body... licking her lips.
How could I?
I finally did object when she glued false nails on over
my own - they weren't particularly long, but definitely
female with their soft, pink polish - but she just
laughed. "Don't be a silly," she told me. "They'll peel
off with a bit of polish remover." She looked up at me
from where she was kneeling by the chair. "They'll be
the first thing I take off," she purred, "after the
party."
I swallowed and fell silent.
I just watched as she completed my costume: a pair of
girl's panties - not lingerie, just solid, tight
underwear, which held my straining cock tight against
my abdomen; stockings which came up to mid-thigh and
were held up by a pair of garter belts; a light corset
- at least, that's what I think it was - pulled tight
so it held my stomach in and pushed up my chest; a pink
bra - a "junior" she called it, smiling, with what
looked like two pink, papery bags filling it out; a
yellow dress, which came down to just above my knees; a
pair of yellow shoes with heels - "three inch," she
told me, "you'll have to practice a bit" - fitting snug
over my stocking-encased feet; a pair of dangling
earrings, clipped on of course; and, finally, the
makeup.
The makeup took forever.
I kept wanting to take a look at myself in the mirror -
curious, despite my distaste at what was happening, to
see what I looked like - but she wouldn't let me turn
around. "Just wait," she told me, concentrating as she
applied... well, I don't know what it was... lots of
stuff. "I want it to be a surprise."
Finally, she seemed to be finished.
Janice stepped back and gave an appreciative whistle as
she looked at me.
"Wow."
"Lemme see..." I got out of the chair and tried to look
at the mirror.
"One more thing," she told me, putting her hand on my
shoulder. "Don't look yet."
I obeyed, sitting back down as she fitted the wig over
my head and pinned it on.
"Perfect," she smiled, stepping away. "Now you can
look."
I turned and looked at myself.
At myself?
I would never have believed it.
I'm not the biggest guy in the world - kind of small
and thin, really... my mom says I'm 'small boned' - so
I was the right size and build for a girl. And, boy,
did I look like a girl. The wig gave me curly, almost
platinum blonde hair, which tumbled down over my ears
and onto my shoulders. The hair framed what, I have to
admit, was a beautiful face. I don't know what she did
with the makeup, but it sure worked. My male face had
almost disappeared behind blushing cheeks... high, thin
eyebrows... delicately made-up eyes... hot pink lips...
And it wasn't just the hair and face. The yellow dress
fit snug across my chest, not showing any cleavage - no
surprise there - but definitely highlighting what
appeared to be my small, firm breasts. It narrowed
over my stomach - which was quite thin due to the
corset - and flared out over my legs, coming to a
frilly end just above my knees. The visible part of my
legs was covered by the stockings, which ran down into
the yellow shoes.
Janice stepped beside me and looked into the mirror.
She'd put the glasses back on and was wearing a cap.
"What do you think, uhm... Stephanie?" she asked,
smiling at our reflections. "Do we make a cute
couple."
Stephanie?
I couldn't help but grin. She'd done an incredible job!
I looked a hell of a lot more like a girl than she did
a guy. "It's amazing," I told her, turning away from
the mirror and walking towards her. "I can't
believe..."
"Uh oh." The smile left her face. "That won't do. We'll
never win the prize with you talking and walking like
that."
"Like what?"
"Like a guy," she said, rolling her eyes. She grinned
and checked her watch. "We don't have much time, 'cause
I have to be at Cindy's soon. I'll get you started and
you can practice here before coming over."
I started to say something, not happy with the way
things were going, but she silenced me with another
smile and my lessons began. Over the next hour or so,
she taught me how to act like a girl: how to walk on
the shoes; how to sit; how to talk - I had trouble with
that last part, and we eventually settled on a low,
breathe voice; how to move and...
Well, it seemed like a lot to learn, and before I knew
it, Janice was throwing on her jacket and rushing off
to Cindy's to help set up for the party. I tried to
kiss her as she left, but she turned away with a
giggle. "Don't want to ruin the makeup," she told me. I
frowned. "Besides," she said, slipping her hand under
the dress and rubbing my cock through the panties,
"there'll be lots of that later on."
That was good enough for me.
Over the next couple of hours, I practised on my own in
Janice's room, determined to win the prize for her. As
I practised my walking, all the time talking to myself
in that low, breathy voice, I couldn't help but look
around her room. I was a bit disappointed to see that
there were still a few pictures of Biff around, but I
was mollified to see one of them stuck up on a
dartboard and another defaced with nail polish.
He was definitely out.
And I was in!
***
By the time eight o'clock rolled around, I was getting
pretty good at it. I was more or less used the walking
in the shoes, and the makeup and clothing weren't quite
so foreign. Not that I really enjoyed dressing like a
girl; it's just that I really wanted to make things
perfect for Janice.
And, of course, the promise of things to come was a
pretty powerful incentive. My mind kept going back,
recalling the feel of her lips on mine... her hand on
my cock...
Time to go.
I gathered up the purse Janice had thoughtfully left
behind for me, through the white sweater over my
shoulders - she'd told me to leave my clothing in her
room - and called a taxi. I was a bit nervous leaving
the house dressed and made up as a girl, but no one
gave me a second glance. The taxi driver even called me
ma'am.
It was almost fun in a weird kind of way.
Cindy's house was in the upscale part of Bakersville. I
knew who she was from school - who didn't... she was
part of Janice's popular crowd - but I'd never met her.
Ah well...
My stomach tightened as I walked up to the front door.
I could hear music coming from inside and the front of
the house was covered with Halloween decorations. At
least I hadn't come to the wrong house.
Bloody hell... *that* would have been a disaster.
I rang the bell.
The door opened and a girl looked out.
It was Cindy.
She wasn't in costume.
"Oh, hi." She stepped back from the door. "Come on in."
I entered with a growing sense of dread.
Something was wrong.
"I'm sorry," Cindy said, closing the door. "I don't
know if we've met." She held out her hand. "I'm Cindy.
Are you here with someone?"
I nodded clearing my throat. Hesitantly, I reached out
and took her hand, my pink nails gleaming. "I'm...
uh... Stephanie," I told her, speaking in my girl's
voice. "I'm here with Janice."
Cindy smiled.
"OK. She said she was expecting someone." She turned
and walked down the hallway towards the music. "Follow
me." I followed, remembering to walk as I'd practised
in Janice's bedroom. She turned the corner and gestured
me into a large room full of people.
It was the party.
No one was in costume.
No one.
"This is it," she said. "I'll go tell Janice you're
here. Have fun." I stood, paralysed as Cindy walked
into the room and disappeared into the crowd. A few
moments later, Janice emerged and came running up to
me. She wasn't wearing her costume and she looked
upset.
"Stephen," she whispered, grabbing my arm and pulling
me into and through the crowd. "Come with me. Quickly!"
I tagged along behind her as best I could, my heart
pounding with fear. I was at a school party dressed and
made up as a girl... and it wasn't a costume party. My
short life flashed before my eyes as I tried to imagine
what would happen when I got caught. "Through here."
She shoved me into the bathroom and closed the door
behind us.
"I screwed up," she said, looking at me. "Cindy told me
that it was a costume party, but she changed her mind
without letting me know." She looked like she was about
to cry. "I feel like such an idiot."
"*You* feel like an idiot?" I was almost angry with her
now. "You're not the one..."
"I did try to call you," she interrupted. "Over and
over again. You didn't answer."
I fell silent, my anger fading. The phone had rung a
number of times. I didn't pick it up because it wasn't
my house.
She'd tried to warn me.
"Now what?" I asked.
"I guess we'll just get you out of here," she told me.
"We'll go back to my place and you can change."
I almost sagged with relief.
And anticipation.
We were heading back to her place.
I remembered the feel of her lips on mine.
"Come on." She opened the door and led me out of the
bathroom and back into the main party room. The place
was packed. Practically everyone who was anyone at
Greenwood High was there, either standing around
drinking and talking or dancing on the large dance
floor set up in a corner of the room. I tried to keep
my attention focused on Janice's back as she led me
across the room, hoping and praying that no one would
try to talk to me, but I couldn't help but look around
as we waded through the crowd.
That's why I saw Biff before Janice did.
"Hello Janice," Biff sneered. He seemed to be a little
drunk. Maybe more than a little. He looked at me.
"Who's your friend?"
Janice stopped walking and glared at him. "None of your
business," she snapped. "Asshole."
Biff just grinned. At 6'4" and well over 200 lbs., it
took more than an angry ex-girlfriend to intimidate
him. "That's not very ladylike," he mocked her. He
turned back to me and I could see his eyes taking me
in. "Your friend here's a bit rude, not introducing us.
I'm Biff."
He looked at me as if expecting an answer. I froze,
unable to move or think under his gaze. What was I
going to do? I felt like I was about to throw up. He
was going to...
"This is Stephanie," Janice answered, her voice
dripping acid. "She's new in Bakersville... just
transferred to Greenwood. And she's not for you."
Biff shook his head, keeping his eyes on me. They were
small and red; I could tell he was pissed. "Is that
so?"
"Yes," Janice told him. "That's so. Leave us alone!"
Biff shook his head. "I'll leave you alone," he
answered, "but I think you're friend here wants to
dance with me." He reached out and grabbed my arm. I
tried to pull away, but he wrapped his hand around my
wrist and held firm. I would have yelled, but I was
more terrified of causing a scene and attracting
attention than I was of him.
Almost.
Janice quickly leaned in and whispered in my ear:
"You'd better dance with him." I stared at her,
horrified. "Just once... he'll get drunk wander off."
I opened my mouth to say something, but found myself
speechless as Biff tugged on my arm. "Just remember
what you practised," she hissed. I just looked at her
blankly as Biff led me onto the dance floor.
What I'd practised.
The voice... the movements...
It was a medium tempo song, so we didn't dance very
close. Thank god. He just held my hands and we sort of
bobbed up and down more or less with the music. My
earlier observation that he was pretty drunk turned out
to be accurate and me... well, I wasn't much of a
dancer.
Still, even drunk he made small talk as we danced,
asking me where I was from and how I knew Janice. Stuff
like that. By now my head had cleared a bit, and I
managed to feed him a story about how my mom had just
been transferred from Point Hope and was just starting
at Greenwood. Just like my real story, only with a
Stephanie rather than a Stephen.
Finally, the dance ended.
I desperately looked around for Janice, but she was
nowhere to be seen. I tried to break away, but Biff
just put his arm around my shoulder and led me to a
group of his friends, where he introduced me as
Stephanie, a new girl at school. Having no choice, I
played along with him, waiting for an opportunity to
make my escape. A couple of the girls chatted with me,
and before long I'd repeated the "Stephanie" story a
number of times.
***
The party continued.
I kept trying to get away, but Biff was all over me,
giving me his undivided attention. I even went and sat
in the bathroom for about twenty minutes, hoping he'd
lose interest and leave me alone, but when I emerged,
he was waiting with a drink and a smile. I took the
drink and, pretty upset, gulped it down. He made a joke
about me being "his kind of girl" and left to get me
another. After a quick look around for Janice - she was
still nowhere to be found - I headed for the door.
Biff was waiting with another drink.
***
The party continued.
After a couple of hours, I was a little drunk, having
downed half a dozen drinks myself. I don't think Biff
left my side and we had three or four more dances and I
was slowly introduced to everyone the party as
Stephanie, the new girl. I don't know whether it was
the alcohol or just the fact that I hadn't been caught,
but I was almost beginning to relax a bit in the role.
I was still terrified of being found out, but it was
looking like I'd get through it. The party was
beginning to break up and soon I'd get away for good.
I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when, after
Cindy announced the last dance - "Stairway to Heaven",
of course (god, I hated that song) - Biff grabbed my
arm and pulled me onto the dance floor. Up to then, the
dances had been fairly chaste, but this was a different
matter.
This was a slow dance.
Biff put his drunken arms around me and pulled me close
as the song began. Terrified, and more than a little
repulsed, I stiffened up and then, having no choice,
relaxed and melted into his embrace. It was too easy. I
was tired... a little drunk... and my feet were
killing me. It was so easy just to lean into him and
relax... it was almost...
"Oops..."
My foot slipped. I threw my arms over his shoulders to
steady myself.
"Stephanie," Biff said.
Instinctively, I tilted my head upwards and looked at
him. I saw it coming - I knew it was coming - but,
almost hypnotized with fear, I didn't turn away.
Besides, what could I do? It was too late to...
He kissed me.
I felt the gorge rise in my throat as his tongue
slipped between my open lips and explored my lipsticked
mouth. Dimly, I was aware that my arms were still
wrapped around his shoulders, but I was too weak to
pull them away. I felt faint and my head was spinning
as his breath, thick and heavy with alcohol, flowed
into my mouth, filling me up with his smell... his
feel...
When he broke away, I was panting and confused, staring
up at him with my lips parted. My mind reeled with
revulsion. I'd been french kissed by a boy... a great
big, drunken football player... and there was nothing I
could do!
I was so weak in his arms.
Powerless...
The whole world seemed to shrink away as he leaned down
and kissed me again. I think I moaned with fear this
time, trembling helpless in his grasp. From a distance,
I was aware of a flash and a bunch of people
cheering... egging him on... making jokes about him...
about us. Another cheer went up and I felt his hand on
my ass, squeezing and pulling me even tighter into his
arms as his tongue explored my mouth.
He pulled his mouth away.
"It's a bit public in here," he whispered, nodding over
my shoulder at the jeering teenagers. "Come with me."
My head was spinning. Helpless to resist, I followed as
he took my hand and led me through the house onto the
back patio. It was dark and a bit cool. I shivered in
my light dress and he put his arms around me.
"You sure are a fox," he mumbled drunkenly, drawing me
forward for another kiss. "Much nicer than your friend
Janice." What a jerk! I mumbled "no" and tried to push
him away, but it was useless.
And so, we began to neck out there on the porch at
Cindy's house. His hands roamed freely over my body,
squeezing... fondling... prodding... I was terrified
that he would touch me in the wrong place and discover
that I wasn't really a girl, and kept trying to back
away. Eventually I ended up in a corner up against a
railing, unable to move away as the necking continued
and he began to grind his crotch into me. I almost
threw up as I felt his stiff cock rubbing against my
stomach.
What was I going...
*FLASH*
The darkness of the night was broken by a bright camera
flash. Biff broke away and looked at where the flash
had come from.
"What the hell..."
Janice walked forward, carrying a polaroid camera.
"Looked like a Kodak moment to me," she smirked.
"You bitch," Biff taunted her. "I dumped you because
you were getting so fucking jealous... but you're even
worse than I thought." Then he grinned and looked at
me, standing dishevelled in the corner. "I'll give you
a 'kodak moment'!"
He turned back to me and, before I could do anything,
swept me into another embrace and brought his face
forward for a long, passionate kiss. I twisted and
squirmed in arms, horrified at the feel of his tongue
in my mouth, as Janice snapped two or three more
pictures. When he finally broke away, I slumped,
gasping against the rail.
"Like what you see?" Biff snarled at her.
"Oh yes," Janice told him, smiling. "I like it." She
put the camera down and walked towards us. "And now,
I've got a surprise for you, lover boy."
Biff looked puzzled at her actions. "What?"
Janice grabbed Biff's hand.
"This!"
By the time I realized what she was doing, it was too
late.
She took his hand and shoved it under my skirt.
Up to my crotch.
My cock.
"Fuck!!!" Biff stumbled backwards on the porch, staring
at his hand like it had suddenly betrayed him. I was
dead now, and I knew it. Biff would kill me. And if he
didn't, it would soon be known all over school what had
happened.
And everyone would kill me.
My life was over.
Biff must have been thinking along the same lines.
"You are dead, asshole," he growled at me. "You are
fucking dead." He started towards me...
"Don't be stupid," Janice laughed at him. "You beat him
up and everyone will know what happened. You two were
quite the couple at the party." Biff stopped, now more
confused than angry. I think I even saw some fear in
his eyes.
He had a lot to lose.
"And besides," Janice purred, "there's always the
pictures. Soon everyone will know about you and...
him."
Biff sagged against the railing.
She had him.
"Unless..."
Biff and I both looked at her.
Was there a way out?
She laughed.
"Unless you two do exactly what I say." Janice walked
towards Biff, staring him in the face. "I can get you
out of this, and the whole thing will stay my little
secret."
"What?" Biff asked.
He looked frightened.
She took his hand and led him over to me. He didn't say
anything; he just followed along. When he was standing
directly in front of me, she put her hand on my
shoulder. "Kneel," she ordered. I gathered myself to
run, but Biff put his hand on my shoulder and pushed.
"Do what she says, you little faggot," he growled.
I knelt.
Biff moaned quietly but didn't argue as Janice reached
down, unzipped his pants and slid his cock out. It was
enormous, long, hard and... and wet as it dangled
inches from my face. Holding his cock in her left hand,
she reached around behind my head with her other hand
and pushed me forward until the head of his cock was
resting against my lips.
"Open," she told me.
I shook my head, trying not to breath.
"Do it," Biff ordered.
I obeyed, almost retching.
Biff immediately moved his hips forward and, just like
that, his cock filled my mouth. Janice leaned down -
"...there's a girl..." and whispered lewd instructions
about... about cocksucking. About how I should do it...
about moving my lips and my tongue... bobbing my
head... about sucking...
In a trance, I did as she said.
When Biff began to move his hips back and forth,
moaning, she straightened up and began to talk to him,
keeping one hand resting lightly on the head. On my
knees, sliding my tongue across the underside of Biff's
huge cock and sucking lightly as it slid in and out of
my pink, lipsticked mouth, I listened as Janice told
Biff how he was going to get out of it.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" she taunted him. "That's not
so bad, is it? Getting your cock sucked by another
guy."
Biff grunted.
Janice laughed.
And, as Biff's cock grew ever larger and harder in my
mouth, I listened in growing horror while she explained
what she had in mind for him.
For us.
She explained how this was her payback for his breaking
up with her... for how he'd humiliated her in front of
the entire school. She told him how he'd be ruined at
school if it came out that he'd been necking with a
boy... about how everyone had seen us at the party -
not to mention the pictures, which would soon be
circulating - and that if anyone ever found out about
Biff's "Stephanie" being a boy... well, he'd be more
than a laughingstock. And so, she told him, her hand
jerking my head forward, forcing me to take the head of
his cock down my throat, his only way out was to keep
me... as a girlfriend! His girlfriend. That was the
price of her silence and, with respect to my end of
things, her assistance. She would keep quiet about me
and make certain I was able to keep up the masquerade.
He would "go steady" with me for the rest of the year,
not seeing any other girls.
By the end of her little speech, Biff was grunting and
thrusting his cock down my throat. I was gasping for
air, and had put my hands on his thighs for support.
Janice's hand kept me from pulling away and I was
sucking and slurping at his cock for all I was worth,
bobbing my head up and down in a frenzy.
Anything to get this over with.
Janice laughed. "You two are getting into it already.
I'm doing you both a favour, bringing you together like
this."
Biff suddenly stiffened and grabbed the back of my
head. Holding me firmly, he shot what seemed like
gallons of warm cum into my mouth. I swallowed the foul
stuff as fast as I could, but it kept coming up. I
coughed as it bubbled over my lips, sprayed out my nose
and splattered across my chin.
Finally, he was done.
Janice slid his cock out from between my lips and
zipped him up as I knelt, retching on the patio deck.
Biff, in no condition to say anything, just stood
there.
Smiling, she helped me to my feet . "Tch tch... what a
mess you've made, Stephanie." She fussed over me,
straightening my hair and wiping my face with a cloth.
After redoing my lipstick, she grabbed each of us in
her arms and led us back into the party room. There
were still about dozen kids sitting around talking.
The guys laughed and slapped Biff on the back as Janice
led me into the kitchen where a number of girls were
talking.
Cindy looked at me, horrified. "Stephanie!" she said,
taking a facecloth and rubbing a bit of cum which was
dripping from my chin. "Really."
Janice giggled.
***
That was three months ago.
For the first few weeks after the party, Janice was
really into it, overseeing every aspect of my
conversion to a girl... to Biff's girlfriend. She took
me to the mall the Sunday after the party and got my
ears pierced for real... no more clip-ons, she told me,
smirking as I tried to hide my tears.
It hurt like hell.
The routine started the next day. Every morning before
school, I'd go to her place and she'd help me get
ready, showing me how to dress and put makeup on for
myself... laughing, as she explained to me about how I
should act and talk. She'd decided that, with the
platinum blonde hair and a boyfriend like Biff,
Stephanie would be a bit of an air-head, so I was
taught to talk and act like a blonde bimbo... lots of
giggling and gum chewing...
Janice's interest has since waned. She has a new
boyfriend now and isn't really interested in getting
revenge on Biff any more.
But it's too late.
Janice had a friend in the school administration.
Stephen no longer exists at Greenwood High; it's
Stephanie now. Stephanie Murdoch. They registered me in
'home ec' and a bunch of courses like that. I'm now
well known to all the teachers and kids as 'Stephanie'.
For the first week after the party, Biff and I saw each
other as little as possible, only meeting when Janice
set things up so we had no choice. Then, the next
weekend, I think he decided 'what the hell' and took me
to a movie. Janice was delighted and dressed me up like
a little tart for my first real "date". He was a total
jerk about the whole thing, treating me like shit all
night and then making me suck him off afterwards in the
back seat of his car. I don't think he much liked going
out with a boy dressed like a girl, but he seemed to
enjoy what I did with his cock well enough. After that,
we spent a lot of time together, almost as if we *were*
going out.
I got to know his cock real well.
Biff and I never really talked about what Janice did to
us. I tried to bring it up, once, speaking in my
normal voice, but he just punched me in the stomach and
told me shut up. Then he pulled out his cock and
stuffed it in my mouth while I crouched, gasping at his
feet.
That was the last time I tried that.
I think he was working real hard to convince himself
that I really was a girl. That was the only way he
could deal with what was happening to him... to forget
that I wasn't a girl. To forget what Janice had done to
him.
And me... I could never forget that I wasn't a girl.
Me fucking the other guys was Biff's idea. After we'd
"gone steady" for about a month, he told me that he
wanted me to start sleeping around with other boys at
school. He thought it would protect him in case we were
ever found out... that too many other guys would be
compromised. I thought he was crazy. I complained,
telling him that eventually necking and a blow job
wouldn't be enough, and that I'd be found out.
Things were dangerous enough as it was.
Biff grinned a sick grin.
"No problem," he told me. "I've got it figured out."
"What?" I asked.
He threw me over the back of the couch and showed me
what he had in mind.
Janice laughed when I told her.
"So our Stephanie's going to be a bit of a slut, is
she?" She seemed to like the idea. The next morning
when I showed up at her house for "dressup", she had me
bend over and forced a thick butt-plug up my ass "to
loosen me up for all my boyfriends". She'd also bought
a new wardrobe and new makeup... "more appropriate for
a slut like Stephanie."
Biff's plan worked.
He put out the word that I was into anal sex and was
looking for action. Since then, I think I've had half
the jocks at school between my legs or between my lips.
It hurt like hell at first getting it up the ass -
particularly from the black guys with the massive cocks
- but I'm so loose back there now I can barely feel it.
Not that I let on, of course... oh no, not Stephanie
the cocksucker... the ass slut... the most popular slut
at Greenwood since Stacy Richards. Biff let me know
that I was to show his friends a good time, which meant
lots of action. Moaning... whining... panting...
yelping out fake orgasms... the whole nine yards.
I got good at it. Anything to get the bastards off as
quickly as possible. It's almost routine, now. I'd show
up at a party and immediately attract all sorts of
attention. I'd gulp down a couple of quick drinks to
deaden my senses and, over the course of the evening,
any number of guys would slip their arm over my
shoulder and lead me into a bedroom or bathroom or
whatever. Sometimes they'd be satisfied with a blowjob
- I'd kneel down before them and, making the
appropriate moaning sounds, slurp and kiss and swallow
their cocks until they come in my mouth; sometimes
they'd take me up the ass while I bucked and moaned
like a whore.
Whatever.
As long as it was quick.
Not that I like it.
The taste of cum still makes me sick.
I'm a cheerleader now. I get to spend more time with
the football team that way. Biff says he loves the way
my tight ass wiggles in the cheerleader outfit.
He should.
Janice made me practice it enough.
And there's always the butt-plug.
So, now it's three months later and I'm still Biff's
girl, although that ended really when Janice started
going out with her new boyfriend and lost interest in
Biff. I don't think Janice really cares much about us
any more, but Biff won't take any chances. And he won't
let me change back. Besides, I've fucked so many guys
at school it'd be suicide to change now. I'm stuck as
Stephanie the cocksucker... the ass slut at least until
the end of the year.
It's Valentine's Day, and I'm at Janice's place getting
ready for my usual party date with Biff. He'll pick me
up at Janice's house. I'll be wearing the appropriate
"slut wear" (as Janice calls it): leather mini-skirt;
pumps; tank top... no panties (just a harness holding
my poor cock flat against my stomach) and, of course,
lots of makeup. Maybe he'll have me suck him off in
the car before he goes to get his real date... maybe
not. It doesn't matter; there'll be plenty of that
later on.
Then he'll drop me off alone at the party.
But I won't be alone for long.
I never am.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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