KEPT MAN
				   by Bea

Gentle Reader: Please desist from reading this if you have not yet reached
the age of eighteen years. If you are old enough, but are looking for graphic
sex or other such writings, please be advised that what follows is nothing
other than a low level transvestite fantasy - that would probably bore your
socks off....
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Lunch had been surprisingly good - a pleasant fruit salad with a nice white
wine, then some lightly braised filet of sole with baby carrots - a
different, but just as tasty white wine to accompany it, then a Baba au rhum
with a spicy dessert wine to wash it down - one that I was unfamiliar with.

The three girls had really surprised me with their invitation - after all, I
hadn't been altogether nice to them during the semester.  Somehow or other
though, they had discovered the date I was due to depart on my two month
traveling vacation, and had practically pleaded with me to come to their
house for lunch immediately before my departure.  As a matter of fact, my car
was sitting in their driveway, packed with my suitcases - I would be on my
way the minute I left their door.  I raised my glass.

"To the three girls with everything that anyone could wish for - looks,
intelligence - and very wealthy parents!  Dorothy?  Karen?  Alice?  Your
health - and thank you for a lovely going away lunch.  Cheers!"

Dorothy was in the process of tidying up.  She was wearing a floral apron
over her pants and blouse.  She smiled, took the hem of the apron in her
hands and dropped me a small curtsey, her dark hair bobbing delightfully as
she did so.

Karen was at the buffet table taking a second helping of dessert.  She turned
towards me, acknowledging my toast with a nod of her head, her blonde,
shoulder length hair swinging around to cover her face for a second.

Alice was walking across the room towards me.  Her auburn hair positively
burnished with the light from the window.  She had something in her hands
that I couldn't quite identify.
"Gee Charles."  She said, her perfect teeth showing in a smile.  "That's the
nicest thing you've said to us all year.."

I shrugged apologetically.  "Well, you know..."
She was standing over me now.  But still smiling.  "Actually Charles?  I
don't know.. But would you do something for me please?"
"Certainly my dear."  I pontificated.  "What, exactly?"      
"Would you stand up?  Put your hands behind you - like this?"
She demonstrated by moving both arms so that her hands were at her back.

"As if I was going to be handcuffed?"  I chortled, standing up, and moving my
hands to the position she'd shown me.
"Zactly!"  She beamed, moving behind me.
I felt something encircle one wrist, then a sort of metallic 'click' and
next, an identical sensation and sound on the other wrist.  The wine I'd
taken had slowed my thinking processes down somewhat but it didn't take long
for me to realize that what I'd said in jest was now a fact.  I was
handcuffed!

The other two women now came over to look.  "Guess you were right after all
Alice.  I never thought he'd be that easy."  Karen said, grinning.
Then she took me by the arm.  "Why don't you come over here Charles?  Sit on
one of the big chairs.  Lots more comfy than these hard ones here in the
dining room - and we do want to make you comfy."  She led me across the room,
then turned to the other two.  "Don't we, girls?"  As she did so, she pushed
me gently towards the overstuffed chair in front of the fireplace. 
Helplessly, not having the use of my arms to balance me, I toppled backwards
into the soft confines.

"Why don't you just stay there while we clean up?"  Dorothy said happily. 
"We won't be long."
I grinned foolishly.  "I don't understand.  What are you girls doing?"
"We're tidying up."  Karen said, as if puzzled by my question.  "Didn't
Dorothy just tell you?"

And the three of them moved around me, almost as if I wasn't there.  It was
confusing.  There was no doubt about that!  I looked closely at each one,
trying to figure what was going on, but with a marked lack of success.

Dorothy.  The 'plump' one of the three - if such a description could be
applied to a five foot four inch frame, carrying a trim one hundred twenty
pounds.  Always the quickest to smile.  Probably the most conservative
dresser of the three, I couldn't ever remember seeing her in any kinds of
pants before.  Probably the most feminine of them all.

Karen, the ice princess.  A little taller than Dorothy.  Cool in demeanor,
rarely laughed out loud.  Dressed almost exclusively in pastels, light
lipsticks and makeup to match.  Somewhat colorless in personality I'd always
thought, but seemed to be considered one of the leaders in the group.

Alice - the athlete.  At least that was the impression she gave me.  Always
strode in light graceful steps.  Demonstrated a constant sense of confidence. 
Had a tendency to dress in more primary colors - often wore what appeared to
be men's shirts, sweaters, and so on.

They were all students of mine in French at the university.  I say students
of mine - but actually, I was simply the T.A.  (This I'd always felt was
extremely unfair.  I did all the work, professor Eunice R. Johnson got the
dough - and the credit). 

I was musing as I sat there.  To be honest, I'd probably given the girls a
fairly hard time.  There was no doubt about it.  Dorothy and Karen were both
excellent students - natural in the romantic languages.  Alice was almost as
good.  She didn't seem to have the natural style of the other two - but made
up for that by hard work.  Now, I have to admit that there was a certain
amount of jealousy towards the three of them on my part - they just seemed to
have everything come to them too damn easy!

But I hadn't been that bad.  Surely?  Certainly, I'd made minor digs at them,
but as far as I could make out, they were totally impervious to my little
remarks.  It couldn't be that, could it?  What were they up to?  As I sat
there in a little discomfort, my arms pinned at my back, I tried to focus on
each one's face - see if I could get any indication.  But I was baffled by
their response.

They didn't ignore me or anything like that.  It was just as if they knew I
was there - but I was someone else's guest.  They'd meet my tentative smiles
with little nods or a wink - just as if they themselves weren't sure why I
was there.  A sort of 'just wait a little while, maybe someone will explain'
look.

When something did happen, it was so fast, that I had no time to analyze what
was really going on, but I was left with distinct reminders that it was no
figment of my imagination.

I had been eyeing Karen, and didn't notice Dorothy coming to my chair.  The
next thing I knew, she was kneeling in front of me - and undoing the belt of
my pants!
"Eh?  What?  Dorothy?  What are you doing?"  I heard myself stammering as she
quickly went to unzipping my fly.
"Please?"  I continued as I was unceremoniously pushed onto my back, and I
felt my pants being pulled down about my knees.

Then she straightened up, only to come and start squeezing into the chair
beside me.  As she did, I was gradually forced up out of the seat as she
worked her way under me.  I saw the other girls watching - but, other than a
sort of vague curiosity on their faces, I still was given no clue as to what
they were thinking.

But I wasn't able to see them for much longer.  Suddenly, my head was being
forced forward and sideways.  And the sickening truth became clear
immediately.  A girl had me over her knees, with my pants down.  I was in the
classic position for being spanked!

Face down towards the carpet, I tried to get some leverage so that I could
get myself up from this humiliating position, but couldn't.  My shirt tail
was pulled up, and I felt Dorothy shift her body into a more comfortable
position, one hand pushing my handcuffed hands out of the way and holding me
down at the same time. I felt her thigh muscles tense and, disbelieving even
then, her body stretch.

The pain when the paddle connected was unbelievable.  I let out a sharp
scream - of a pitch I would have never thought I could manage.  I bucked, and
attempted to roll off her knees.  Another whack.  As bad as the first one. 
I tried to get my arms between the paddle and my posterior, but she easily
pushed them away, and whacked me again.

I started to babble threats, pleas, any inducements that would stop the
dreadful hurt she was applying - all to no avail.  Finally, I just lay there,
blubbering as she finished her task.  I'm not sure, but I think one of the
others gave her a hand to get me back into a sitting position, and let her
get out from under me.  I couldn't see who it was though, as I was blinded by
tears.  I did feel my pants being pulled down all the way, then my shoes and
socks removed.  The pants then followed them, and I was left sitting on the
chair in only my shirt and underpants.

The women went back to doing what they had been doing before - as if
absolutely nothing had happened!  If it was not for the terrible stinging in
my buttocks and my tear-blinded eyes, I might not have believed it myself!

Then Karen appeared from nowhere, a cool soft cloth for my face.  Gently, she
applied it, especially around my eyes.  I couldn't identify any specific
words she used, but the tone was that of a solicitous mother who's child has
just scraped a knee.  Kindly and comforting.  Her sympathy actually made me
cry more.  But the cool water against my fevered face gradually brought me
back to normal.  Finally, I was able to speak coherently again.
"Thank you Karen"  I snuffled.  "But please.  Please?  Will someone tell me
what's going on?"

But she and the other two were back to maintaining the same infuriating
silence - at least as far as I was concerned.  With each other they chatted
easily, talking as if they didn't have a male captive sitting in their living
room.  Finally they came and sat in the chairs and couch close to me when
they had finished their chores.  Nothing seemed to have changed, but Karen
was back beside me, peering closely into my face.
"Feeling better?" She asked.
"Yes Karen.  Thank you,  but... Mmm."

I couldn't continue.  One of her hands was behind my head, holding it firmly. 
And her lips were on mine, kissing me.  Her tongue found its way into my
mouth.  Probed.  And then I felt her other hand - down, caressing my
privates, gently stroking my major erection.  Then I was being forced onto my
back again, Karen now straddling me.  Her lips lifted from mine, only long
enough for her to ask  "Isn't this nice?  Isn't it fun?"
I couldn't see, my vision limited by her lying on top, but I heard them all
laugh hilariously - this was one of my catch phrases when I was criticizing
their work.  I tried to smile - show I was a good sport - but couldn't quite
make it.

I could only squirm in total humiliation as she pulled my shorts down, lifted
her own skirt, pulled her panties down  - and fitted her soft moistness
around me.  She was now looking down on my sweat glazed face as she sat
astride me.  She smiled, then increased the pace of her pumping.  I came in
a paroxysm of shame - I had just been used publicly as if I was nothing more
than a sex toy.  I couldn't even deny that she'd shown that she had the power
of being able to make me come, even if I didn't want to.  She dismounted then
removed my shorts.  Used them to wipe herself and me.

"Oh Karen!  That's uckie!"  Dorothy said, getting up and leaving the room. 
In the meanwhile, Karen just looked down on me with a look of bland dislike.
"Enjoyed that sweetie?"  She asked, obviously not giving a damn whether I did
or not.

I didn't quite know how to answer, but before I could, Dorothy was back.  She
wiped my privates with something cool and moist, dried them. Lifted my feet,
slid something over them, then up my legs, and around my midriff.  I realized
that she had put some fresh shorts on me to cover my nakedness.
"Thanks Dorothy." I said gratefully.
"Oh?  Like them do you?"  She replied.
"Yes.  Of course."  I answered.  Just then looking down to see the scarlet
satin, black lace edged panties I was now wearing.

I didn't have time to think over this new humiliation.  Alice was looking at
me with an expression I could only describe as 'hunger'.  I felt truly
threatened.
"My turn now?"  She asked Dorothy quietly.

Dorothy looked at her.  "If you must.  But I'd have thought you'd like a lot
more changes yet?"
Alice gave a resigned shrug.  "Yeah.  You're right.  Guess I'll wait for the
finished product."  Gave me a peculiar smile, then turned and walked off.

I had a ten minute hiatus - they all wandered into another room - but by now
I was beginning to appreciate being ignored.  The alternatives didn't seem
altogether that good for my ego.  Then it began again - but this phase lasted
well over an hour.

It was Dorothy again.  She came in, very businesslike.  Knelt down beside my
chair.  "Don't move please."  She said.  "I don't want to stick you in the
eye with these"  showing me a small pair of scissors.
I certainly wasn't going to jump around, but was curious nonetheless.
"Would you mind telling me...?"  I started, but my question was answered
before the words were totally out of my mouth - she was cutting my eyebrows
off!
"Better close your eyes Charles - keep the hair out."

I did so immediately, and kept them shut for the few moments it took for her
to finish both eyebrows - I have hair that I'm quite proud of, but only on
top of my head.  Everywhere else, I'm light.  At twenty seven I still only
shave about every three weeks - and it's not mandatory even then.

I was surprised then, when I heard an electric kind of buzzing.  "Keep them
shut"  she ordered  "just be a minute" - and I realized that my eyebrows,
such as they were, had now been totally shaved off.
"Oh Dorothy!"  I wailed.  "It'll take me months to get them to grow back in
again!"

"I wouldn't worry about it"  she said.  You'll never miss 'em.  Now stay
still again - just for a sec."  And I did. It felt as if she was drawing
lines on my forehead.
"But what?   What? I don't understand.." I was babbling again.  But she was
holding a hand mirror up to let me see her handiwork.

When you're as fair as I am, and don't have heavy eyebrows to begin with, you
don't think too much of them in terms of how they affect your appearance. 
Take them away, however, and replace with two fine, high arcing pencil lines
and the face immediately takes on decidedly feminine characteristics.

Weakly, I struggled against my cuffs.  She pursed her lips and frowned at me. 
"Getting naughty?  Want another session over my knee?  Or even better yet,
over Alice's knee?"
I shuddered to a stop.  She nodded approvingly.  "Much better!"  And left me
for another little while.

When she returned, she was carrying quite a lot of stuff.  She put it down on
the couch, then pulled a little table over beside me.  Transferred some of
the things to it - then proceeded to work on my hair.  Shamefaced, I sat as
she worked on me because I knew full well what she was doing - I was getting
a 'hair-do.'

It took her quite a while.  As I said, I'm proud of my hair.  Probably wear
it a little - a lot - longer than is generally worn by males.  Humming,
chatting about TV shows, films, books, she put some of my hair in rollers,
applied lotion.  Crimped some with a curling iron, applied bobbi pins to hold
the waves, then lotion on top of that.  Finally wound a green chiffon scarf
around my head, fashioning it into a turban.  Stepped back with a satisfied
grunt.  "That'll brush out real nice. You'll be happy with it I think."

But another thing was bothering me.
"Dorothy?  I need the bathroom."  I said.  "Honest."
"Wel.l.l"  she considered.  "I'll be needing to take the cuffs off you pretty
soon anyway - at least for a little while.  Tell you what.  Just give me a
couple more minutes then, if I have your promise that you won't try something
stupid, I'll free you to go to the bathroom.  Fair enough?"
"Oh thanks Dorothy"  I said.  
"Promise?"
"I promise.  But hurry  %*e?"  I said sincerely.

She used the 'few' minutes to apply perfume and lipstick.
"Tell you"  she said, inserting the key into my restraints.  "I don't think
you've got the balls to get past the three of us, but think about this.  Your
car has been moved, we've got the keys - and you're gonna look awful sweet
running around outside in panties, lipstick, your hair up - and smelling
nice."  With that, she undid the cuffs.

I didn't want to see myself, but couldn't resist a peek in the bathroom
mirror.  I was still somewhat recognizable as a male - but only because of
the shirt.

When I returned to her attentions, I even lost that.
"Tell you what"  she said.  "Why don't we get the awkward stuff over?  Then
I'll tie you up.  Won't be as uncomfortable as the cuffs, and you can still
pretend that you're helpless.  O.K?"

The 'awkward stuff' was getting me into lingerie that matched my panties -
bra, slip, and garter belt. I then had to go to another chair - this one had
arms - and was 'bound' to it with lightweight scarfs at the wrists.  This was
especially humiliating as it was now completely obvious that even these
bindings were unnecessary - I was a totally docile, subdued captive.

And remained so.  As my toenails and fingernails were lacquered with a bright
red polish.  As a 'cold' liquid was applied to my ear lobes.  As the same
lobes were pierced, and dangly earrings were inserted.
"Not supposed to do this."  Dorothy explained  "but these are pure gold. 
Won't get infected.  I promise."
I was now sitting, resplendent in satin lingerie,  earrings, perfume, some
makeup.  The other two girls drifted in and out of the room more often now. 
They weren't quite as mean as before - but now when they looked at me, little
half smiles played across their faces - they widened their eyes in pretended
surprise, made little 'kissy' moue's with pouty lips.

" Stop that you two!"  Dorothy commanded.  "You're getting yourselves all
excited for nothing!  You Karen!  You had your turn.  It's Alice's shot next,
and it'll take a while until she's ready.  So behave!"

I felt like a prize at a .. I don't know what.  But I knew now that the 'she'
that Dorothy was referring to was me.

It was getting on in the afternoon.  I was finally released from my bindings,
but made no attempt to escape from my tormentors.  Meekly, I even assisted in
attaching smoky nylon stockings to the straps of my garter belt, then wiggled
my way through the opening of a black silk dress and into the puffy sleeves. 
Stood patiently while Dorothy buttoned me into it.  Sat still as a metal
contraption was used to curl my eyelashes.  Sat placidly as the rest of my
makeup was applied - the base, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, were put
on carefully.

Sat astonished in front of a mirror while the rollers and bobbi pins were
removed from my hair - and saw the pretty girl emerge as the curls were
brushed out.  Actually blushed with pleasure as the girls complimented me. 
Put on the apron provided and, though functioning in a state of shock and
disbelief, quite happily served up dinner.  Joined the girls at the table
after I'd finished serving.  Felt quite natural as a matter of fact. 
Discovered what had caused the whole treatment.

"Charles?" Karen said between bites of her dinner. "You do know why we're
doing this, don't you?"
I couldn't help it.  Wilted away from her.  "Not really."  I answered.
"You don't know that you are a pretentious prick?"  Alice said, disbelieving.
"Strutting around in class, spouting off reams of macho bullshit and
miscalling the feminine gender, but all the time patting your goddam hair and
preening like a woman?!"

"Yeah!"  Karen interrupted. "At first, we thought you had to be gay. But,
when we checked you out with some of our swishy friends, they said 'no' -
you'd never come on to any of them.  At the same time, you never came onto
any of the girls either - we didn't know how to get to you.  If it hadn't
been for Dorothy.."

Dorothy preened.  "I did some research.  Wasn't sure, but some indications
pointed to the possibility that you might need a female dominatrix - so we
thought we'd get you over here and find out.  Looks like the signs were
right, eh?  And now you've got three!  Aren't you happy?  Isn't this nice?
Isn't it fun?"

I was eating the meal in front of me.  I could see the crimson fingernails as
I plied the utensils.  Could sense the creaminess of lipstick on my lips on
the rim of my wine glass.  Could feel the tiny restrictions made by my bra
and garter belt straps as they held portions of me in place. Felt the soft
slickness of satin and nylon from my slip and stockings when I made the
slightest movement.  Smelled my own perfume, felt the touch of long dangly
earrings against my neck.  I wasn't really sure what it was ... but had to
admit that it really wasn't ... too awful.

"And maybe, just maybe, you're going to stay with us here for a while"  Karen
said.  "We've got you a few pretty uniforms, aprons, and if you take our
offer, we'll get you more.  You'll make the nicest maid.  You'll even like
the money.  We'll pay you fifty percent more than your current salary - I
mean, a good French maid has got to be worth more than a lousy T.A. - You'll
get free room and board - it may be more attractive than you think."
"But.. my vacation?"  I asked. "People will be looking for me."

"You told us."  Dorothy interjected.  "That you were off - no reservations. 
Wanted to lose yourself.  That would indicate that no-one knows where you
are. So now you're here - with us.  Your car and belongings are in our
garage.  Nobody will look there."

"But?  When school starts again?" I had to ask.
"Then?  Why, we give you the choice.  Stay on here as our maid or go back to
being a T.A.  - We don't mind.  By that time we're going to feel a lot better
about you.. So you can make your own decision."

"Don't forget!  My turn!"  Alice said firmly. (Again, a sense of dread rose
within me).
Dorothy wagged her head from side to side, smiling.
"Alice"  she said to me  "has a particular grudge against you.  We all did as
a matter of fact.  But we wanted our revenge in different ways.  I wanted to
give you a damn good spanking.  Karen wanted to screw you - her on top. 
We've got ours.  Alice wants something different."

I looked at Alice.  My mouth was dry.  She had that evil glint in her eyes.
Again Dorothy saved me.
"Your new name is Madeleine."  She said to me.  "You did quite nicely serving
up the meal.  Now get up from the table, curtsey, and clear off the dishes. 
Then wash them.  And remember, you're a French maid.  Understand?"

I nodded.
"Then got on with it!"
"Oui madame."  I replied, and taking the hems of my dress in hand, curtseyed.

When I was finished, Dorothy and Alice were nowhere to be seen.   Karen
checked that everything was done.  Gave an approving nod.
"Come in to the living room."  She said  "and have a seat.  We're going to
have a talk."

When we had both sat down, she leaned forward in her chair.
"The three of us have talked it over, and decided to change our original
plans..."
"Was there a reason?"  I asked.
"Don't interrupt me again Madelaine!"  She shot back.  "But 'yes', there is
a reason.  See, we didn't know you'd be this easy."  She grinned, and looked
at her watch.  "What's it been now?, Seven hours tops?  You come in here like
you really are somebody.  Now here you are, sweet and docile, all gussied up
in a maid's dress and apron, makeup, all that good stuff.."

She paused.  Leaned back in her chair.  "So we thought we'd give you a little
.. ah.. test.  A choice?"  She shrugged.  "See how you do."

She saw the worried look on my face.  Laughed.  "Yeah.  You have damn good
reason to look worried.  Alice has something extra special planned for you. 
But the thing is now - you'll have the option to refuse, go back, well -
almost go back - to where you started out this afternoon.  Of course it'll
take a while for your eyebrows to come back, and the earring holes to fill,
but that shouldn't be much of a problem - unless you intend to vacation on a
cattle ranch or logging camp - but I don't see you doing that somehow."

I was bursting to ask how I could get clear of these women from hell, but
decided not to interrupt her again.  She then started explaining.
"I'm going to teach you how to act a small part - how to stand, how to do
certain things, how to talk - and certain things to say. I'm not saying that
you have to be word perfect, but you'd better be damn close - and during this
time, you don't have any options.  You will do what I tell you, and what I
teach you.  Understand, Madeleine?"
"Oui madame."  I responded.
She nodded approvingly, and started coaching me.

It was strange, but not terribly difficult.  I realized immediately that I
was playing a very feminine role, but it really didn't make a great deal of
sense - and some of the gestures she had me memorize just didn't seem to fit
the image you'd expect a maid to project somehow.  I was almost word perfect
in about thirty minutes.

"O.K."  She said suddenly.  Stood up.  "Let's go.  Time to get this show on
the road."  Started leaving the room.  Quickly, I jumped up and followed her
to a bedroom.  There, I had to take my shoes, apron, and dress off.  Then I
was given my new outfit.  I almost choked when I saw what I was to wear.

A scarlet, form fitting, satin dress.  So tight that I could barely breathe,
with the hem riding a good three inches above my knees.  Bare shoulders
except for a couple of wide straps.  No sleeves. Then a tight, jet black
bolero jacket of tightly ruffled satin, ruffled all the way down the long
sleeves.  Finally, a major shock.  Incredibly high, black, platform shoes
like women wore in the sixties.  They had long ribbons which Karen laced
around my ankles and up my legs.

"Almost done."  She grinned.  "Just a few finishing touches."
Scarlet, wet looking, lipstick brought my lips a high gloss.  She applied
some sparkly type stuff to my eyelids, after heavying up my eyeliner. New,
huge red plastic earrings that almost hit my shoulder.  Cheap plastic bangles
on both wrists that clattered when I walked.

Then, tottering on my new shoes, I was put through my paces a few more times. 
At that point, many of the things that had seemed strange started to make
sense - I had been taught some basic behavior patterns of a slut coming on to
someone!  Sliding my hands down over my hips suggestively.  How to reach into
a handbag, and touch up my makeup - making wet 'pouty' lips to my 'customer'
as I did so.  Sway my body invitingly.
She gave me a tiny black, beaded handbag. Had me put all my makeup in it. 
"Great!"  She said.  "We really made excellent time!  Let's go!"
And she took my arm in hers, and started walking me to the front door!

I had enough sense left to increase my French accent as she steered me
outside, but all of my weak protests were of absolutely no use.  She even
made me stand, trembling, for a few minutes while she fetched her car.  The
door where I stood was fairly well back from the road, but it wasn't quite
dark yet, and I knew that I could be seen by passing vehicles.  Then it
dawned on me that I could probably take a fairly close examination, and still
pass for a woman.

I was still grateful when she pulled up, and opened the door for me. Then I
was terribly embarrassed to have my first experience of my dress riding up my
thighs as I got in - displaying a fairly long piece of nylon-shod leg, and
scarlet garter belt as I did so.  Karen laughed as I tried to pull my hem
down in the car.  She sobered up quickly though.
"This place I'm taking you.  Not far.  Maybe a half mile, tops.  And here's
the deal.  I'm going to drop you off.  You will have to stand there, under
the light, for at least fifteen minutes.  After that, you're free to go if
you want - come back here - your car will be parked at the curb - keys are in
the ignition - take off.  Do what you want."

"Is that all?"  I asked nervously.  "I have to stand for fifteen minutes then
come back here?
"Nah.  Alice will be coming and talk to you.  You'll make the responses to
her that I've taught you.  Then, she'll make a suggestion to you.  All you
have to do is say 'no'.  She'll leave, I'll leave, and you'll be on your
own."
"To walk all the way back - like this?"
"That's it, sweetie"  she said, not a trace of sympathy in her voice. Then
continued.  "Better get out now."

"But I don't have a watch."  I said petrified.  "How will I know when the
time's up?"
"Never thought of that."  She conceded.  "But I'll tell you what.  I'll be
parking up the street, just to keep an eye on you.  I'll peep my horn.. You
can either wait for Alice to show up, or leave then.  O.K?"

"But Karen.."  I started.  But she was not in the mood to answer any more
questions.. "O.K.  Madeleine.  Out!"
Her tone brooked no argument.  Hastily, I opened the door and stepped out on
to the curb - and found myself amongst a small group of women close by.  They
paid me no attention though, other than quick appraisals - then settled back
to their own private worlds, as Karen wheeled the car in a tight 'u' turn and
went back up the street aways.

The curb was well lit by a sign overhead "Sapho's Bar."  And I realized that
I had joined a group of single women either waiting for dates, or looking to
pick up someone for the evening - and I knew that I was also standing outside
the best known lesbian hangout in town!

And, less than five minutes later, I was hit on!  This stocky woman, hair cut
short, no makeup.  Jeans, man's shirt with the sleeves rolled up, man's
watch, walks out of the door from Sapho's.  Obviously knew some of the girls
standing there by nodding, smiling, giving a quiet "Hi" to a few of them, but
focused on me.

Desperately, I looked up the street, all of a sudden praying for Alice to
appear - but I didn't know her car anyway, so wouldn't have known if she was
coming or not.
"Hey miss?"  The stocky woman was talking to me.  "Like a friend for the
night?"
I lowered my voice.  Spoke very softly.  "Thanks.  But I have a date.."
She came right up to me.  Started stroking the ruffles on the arm of my
jacket softly.
"Mm.Mmm..Mm.  Feels nice.  Why don't you forget him, O.K?  I'm really good to
my girls.  Give you a good time.  You won't be sorry."

She wasn't threatening or anything.  Actually, she was quite nice.
"I would.."  I protested quietly, but she's.. He's due here in a few
minutes."
"I  wouldn't keep a looker like you waiting.."  She pressed.  Continued to
stroke my arm.  "But I'll tell you what.  Why don't I just wait here with
you.  That way, he doesn't show - well, you'll still be lucky."

I was in a panic.  Now, if I did turn Alice down, how was I gong to get away,
back to my own car?  But all I did was make a small shrug.  She touched my
sleeve one more time, then went and stood, leaning against the wall.  Looking
as if she was waiting for someone as well. A few minutes later, I heard the
car horn.. my fifteen minutes were up. 

But I didn't - or couldn't - make a decision.  Before I could, Alice was
standing beside me, Dorothy next to her, holding a cam-corder.
"Mind if I ask you a few questions Miss?  My friend and I are finishing a
social study project for class.  Need a few more interviews.  You wouldn't
mind, would you?"
I shrugged.  Dorothy turned on the camera and started shooting.

Nervously, I did what I had been shown.  Did a slow stroke of my thighs.
"Oh.  I guess it's O.K,  Alice."
She pretended surprise.  "You know me?"  Then she peered at me closer.  "You
do look familiar.  Remind me of somebody... Let me think."  She put her hand
to her mouth in pretended astonishment.
"It's me.  Charles.  The T.A. In your French class."  I said.

"No!"  She gasped.  "I always thought you were a man!"
I actually welcomed what I had to do next.  Gave me a second or two to think.
I opened my handbag.  Took out my compact and opened it.  Took my lipstick
out and, using the compact mirror, carefully applied a new coating to my
lips.  Pouted my lips towards her, rubbed them together seductively. Closed
the compact and lipstick.  Returned them to my handbag.  Closed it.  Said my
next line.
"I know.  But I heard you liked girls.  That you might be coming by here
tonight to work on your project.  Thought I'd see if I could meet you."

"You'd be my girl?"  She asked. Giggled meanly.  "Do you have any idea of
what I'd do to you?"
I shrugged.  Tilted my head to one side.  She leaned in to me and whispered
in my ear, but loud enough for Dorothy to catch on the camera.
"I'd get you in bed.  Do some heavy kissing on you, touch you in different
places.  When I'd got you all sexy, I'd have you kneel on top of the bed. 
Your shoes would be off, of course, but then I'd pull your panties down - all
the way - but, you are wearing panties, aren't you?"

"Yes.  Of course!"  Was my next practiced line.
She smiled.  "Of course!  What else would you be wearing?  But then?  I'd
pull your panties off.  Then.  Then I'd put this nice, gooey stuff on your
bottom, and I'd work it up your ass.  I don't know.  Do you think you'd like
me making you all slippery in there?"

This was one of the test questions.  I had been given the answer, without
being told what the question would actually be.  But I knew now, that if I
said "no", she'd walk away, and leave me.  And how could I possibly get back
to the house on these tottering sandals, in my tight dress - how was I going
to get away from the butch standing waiting patiently for me at the wall?

"I don't know."  I answered.  "I'm a virgin."
"Well.  I'd try not to hurt you when I came in."  She said. "I've got some
pretty small dildo's.  Might be o.k.  What do you think?"

She stood aside enough that Dorothy could now get my face and answer, on
film. I knew why they were doing what they were. Without my consent, what
they had done, and were proposing to do constituted both kidnaping and rape.
By filming me standing by myself, then answering they way I had, there was
nothing involuntary about my participation in my 'deflowering'.  I had
admitted waiting for her.  Admitted transforming myself into a woman to seek
her favor, and was now agreeing that she was going to make love to me, with
me playing the willing female role.

I batted my eyelashes at her (this was not in the script) and smiled as I
followed her into the back seat of her car, leaned back into her arms. 
"Sounds like it might fun to me"  was all I was able to get out before her
demanding lips landed firmly on mine.

                               THE END