This is a transvestite story. It contains sexual scenes and forced
crossdressing. If you are offended by this type of material... go stick
your head back into your narrowminded life and leave us freethinkers
alone. If you are under the legal age for adult material in your state or
country... until there are enough flaming wax stubs on your cake, go away!

This is something I wrote a loooooooong time ago and had thought was lost
on a encrypted disk somewhere. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across
it while cleaning directories. I even had the password to it remembered!
Enjoy....


Don't Bet on It!

	"Hah!Hah!" she laughed, placing her hands on her rather voluptous
hips, "You lost the bet and now you've got to do whaaaaateeeeever I want!"
Sharon was positively exuberant at this prospect. In fact, she fairly
glowed. I knew I was in trouble then. But still I had to try and get out of
whatever my crazy lover had cooked up for me.
	"But Sharon, sweetikins, darling lover o'mine," I started to say.
	" Uh uh, buster," she said wagging a finger at me, "You made a bet
and lost. You said if you won I had to be your ` stuningly sultry servile
sex slave' and if I won that I could choose a task for you. And you lost!"
Sharon fairly squealed that last part. She was just enjoying this too, too
much for my liking. I could see the almost evil intent burning in her
bright green eyes.
	Well, I thought to myself as I eyed her tall yet shapely figure, If
it involves sex with this gorgeous creature, it can't be all bad. The sex
with Sharon was always great. It was as if she were my perfect compatible
playmate. Being just an inch or so shorter than me made kissing her fine
featured face while doing the vertical bed-dance almost too easy. And she
wasn't one of those Barbie girls either, with thier ten inch waists and
over proportioned tits and hips. No, Sharon was a good sized woman, and I
don't maen fat or overweight, either. Muscular, wiyhout being bulky, was
more like it. Like I said, my perfect sex partner and a hell of a
conversationalist to boot.
	She grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the bed, breaking my
reverie and making me realize my situation again. Gently, I pulled her
close and nuzzled her ear uder the soft waves of red hair. My hands
caressed her back, working thier way down to her ass for a firm squeeze or
two. She started to relax and moan, and I thought I had her.
	"No way! Thought you had me there, didn't you?" Sharon snapped as
she roughly pused me back onto the bed."You're not getting out of this one
that easily" I started to stammer a reply, but the look in her eyes told me
to keep quiet. I did.
	She stood looking at me strangly for a minute. Almost as if she
were studying me, sizing me up. Then her eyes lit up and a slow, wicked
grin spread across her face. A low chuckle eminated from deep in her
throat, giving me the willies. A chill spread down my spine causing me to
shiver involuntarily.
	"Stand up," she commanded me. I obeyed with haste."Start taking
your clothes off, loser. And turn around and face the wall as you do. Oh,
yeah, keep your eyes shut, too. That is if you know what's good for you!"
	I pulled off my shoes and turned around, debating wether to peek at
what Sharon was doing or not. I decided to continue removing my clothes. No
sense in tempting fate. Or Sharon.
	As I was taking off my shirt, I heard her open the closet door. The
screech of metal on metal assaulted my ears, wire hangers scraping across a
steel rod. She finished with whatever she was doing in the closet and
started to rummage in the dresser drawers. I was getting nervous, but I
finished undressing anyways. I stood quietly waiting a few moments as she
continued looking in a drawer, muttering to herself.
	"Finished?" she inquired sweetly. I said yes and started to face
her. A sharp smack on my bare asscheek stopped me mid-turn."I did not tell
you to turn around. And keep your eyes closed, asshole." Another smack,
harder this time, accompanied her remark. Not wanting to be swatted again,
I did as Sharon told me.
	"Very good!'" she praised, "Now turn around, keeping your eyes
shut." Meekly, I turned."Ok, put your right arm up and make a loose fist."
	As I did, I felt a few hangers placed on my hand, the slight weight
of them pulling it down a little.
	"Ok, open your eyes," I was told.
	I looked at what she had hung on my hand.
	It was a white poet's blouse with a ruffled collar and long sleeves
ending in a double ruffle at the wrist, along with a denim, buttonfront
crinkle skirt. A lacy, thong bodysuit hung from the third hanger. It was
white, too.
	My jaw dropped to the floor at the same time my heart leapt to my
throat. She stood in front of me, arms crossed and legs wide, an expectant
look on her face.
	"Put them on."
	I hesitated and tried to say anything that would change her mind.
	"I mean it," she said. "Here I'll help you."
	Sharon took the things from my hand and layed them on the bed save
the bodysuit. She adjusted the shoulder straps, making them larger and
motioned for me to step into it. I shook my head nevously. Her green eyes
darkened and her jaw tightened. I swallowed and stepped into the offending
attire, Sharon pulling it up around me as I did. Slowly she slid the straps
over my shoulders and tightened them a little.
	I had seen this very same under garment on Sharon many times and
always thought it was a very sexy thing for her to wear. I even told her so
on numerous occasions, that usually culminating in a good lay. But now I
didn't know what ot think, as Sharon's gaze travelled down my femininly
clad body to my crotch.
	She reached down and carefully slid my cock and balls from the
confines of the lacy garment so that they were hanging loose. Then she
pulled the lower half of the bodysuit up a hitch. This caused the thong to
ride up my ass crack and I told her this.  A smug look appeared on her face
and her eyebrows arched. She thought for a second as she appraised me
again.
	"Hmmmm," my tormentor murmmered as she placed some padding in the
bra cups and adjusted them. "That gives me an idea. But later, now I want
you to get used to this." She lightly tapped my cockhead from side to side
as she said this, watching as my member came to a semi-erection.  I took a
moment to glance in the wall mirror and noticed the bodysuit had nipped an
inch or so from my waist and stomach. That, along with the padded bra, gave
the illusion of at least B or C breasts. Sharon noticed me looking and
answered my unasked question.
	"It's a body briefer with a padded bra, dear," she told me, " To
make a girls figure more girlish."
	"B-but I...I'm not a girl," I stuttered out.
	"Remember how you said I was going to be your sex-kitten, and do
whatever, wear whatever you desired.? Cater to your every whim?" Sharon
asked. I gulped and nodded, seeing where this line of questioning was
leading. "Well," She continued, "I thought I would let you feel how it
would be. You are now my slave...all this holiday weekend. Wait. Your
vacation starts Monday, too. I guess you'll be my little slave girl for the
whole two weeks."
	I nearly swooned at the idea. How did I get myself into this? All I
wanted to do was have Sharon sexually satisfy me all weekend as my
sex-slave. I was going to treat her good. Take her out dancing, to dinner,
even shopping with my commision bonus. Just that during these times she was
supposed to act like I was a god or something. I told Sharon this, figuring
she'd drop this crazy notion and let me out of the lace encasement.
	"Why, sweetheart, I didn't know all you had planned IF you had
won," she stated, "I guess we could still do those things. With you in my
place, of course."
	I nearly fainted dead on the spot.
	"Let's think of a name for you while we finish getting you dressed,
shall we?"  Sharon had me put my arms up as she pulled the cotten blouse
over my head and primped the ruffles to fluff out. Then I put the denim
skirt on. She fussed with a few details then stood back to look at me.
	"You look like a proper girl, honey," she said, "All except that
little tent in your nice skirt. But I know how to take care of that."
Roughly, I was pushed onto the bed. Sharon straddled me and ran her hands
under my skirt reaching for my cock.
	Visions of the Bobbits ran through my head.
	Warm hands found my cock and balls. Softly they fondled them,
increasing my erection to where I thought it would explode. Suddenly, she
stopped. Slowly she slipped my cock through the hole between buttons on the
skirt and wrapped her lips around the shaft.
	"I think I'll call you Brianna," she whispered as she started to
suck me off.  I felt strange looking over two breasts covered in ruffles,
at a beautiful woman lapping my cock that was jutting out of a flowing
skirt. A warm, tingling sensation spread from my crotch into my abdomen. It
felt great and I was actually turned on by this. Sharons red hair cascaded
over her shoulders as she bobbed up and down on my swollen member, her
hands creeping up my stomach to cup my makeshift tits. Her hands squeezed
and massaged them, causing the pads to rub against my nipples. They sprung
out and made the sensation even more enjoyable.
	Without warning, my cock jerked wildly and I spasmed with an
ejaculation stronger than I'd had in a while. Sharon sucked my rock hard
bone dry then pulled herself on top of me. With suprising force, she jammed
her lips to mine. I opened my mouth and forced my tongue into
hers. Abruptly, my mouth was filled with a hot, salty gunk and Sharons
tongue swirled it around in my mouth.
	"Swallow it, Brianna," she ordered. I did and almost gagged on it,
but her gentle lips kept me from spitting it up. Her hand went my softening
member as the other stroked my face.
	"Bri, this is just the beginning of a great two weeks!"

tbc???

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