Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 00:34:03 -0800
From: Angela Stevens <angelastevens69@hotmail.com>
Subject: julies_kiss (TG)


This story contains very graphic sexual language and situations. If you are
under 18, or offended by boys who dress up and have sex with other boys,
please stop now.

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			       Julie's Kiss

			     by Angela Stevens


She strutted down the sidewalk on Hollywood Blvd. Her 4-inch red heels
perfectly matched her tight spandex dress. The dress highlighted rather
than covered up her small breasts, big nipples, flat stomach, and round
firm butt. Her hair was long, dark brown and very thick. All of these
things attracted my attention, but I picked her because of how her shiny
red lipstick and black eye-liner contrasted with her soft, white skin. I
couldn't help picturing a red ring of that lipstick on my dick. I rolled
down the window of my car and waved at her. She smiled, came over, opened
the door, and settled her perfect ass down in the passenger seat.

"I thought you girls liked to arrange a price before getting in the car." I
said, trying to sound like it wasn't my first time.

She smiled at me. "Well, it's getting cold out there, my feet hurt, and you
look like such a nice guy that I'm sure we'll work something out." She
reached over and laid her hand on my crotch, squeezing my rising
hardon. "Does $200 for the rest of the night sound doable?" she asked.

I'd never been with a prostitute before, and had taken exactly $200 out of
the ATM earlier in the evening. I thought it would be enough for a blowjob
or a quickie in the back seat. There was only one problem. There wasn't
much chance I could sneak her into my bedroom at my parent's house. "It
sounds fantastic, but that won't leave any money for a motel. You don't
want to spend the night with me in this car, do you?"

She probed my crotch with her long, red fingernails, sizing up my
dick. Then she giggled and answered. "It won't take me all night to take
care of this thing." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "But maybe
you have other talents. If I take you back to my place, do you promise we
can do what makes me happy too? I might even let you earn some of your
money back!" She licked her tongue around my ear and blew softly.

I was hooked. The way the whore smelled, her seductive red lipstick, her
hand on my hard cock. I said, "OK, take me home and I'm yours for the
night."

"Promise to do what I tell you first." She waited.

"Well, anything within reason." I told her.

"Sometimes I'm a little unreasonable, so I need you to promise." As she was
saying this, she unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. I leaned back,
breathing quickly. She bent down and planted a sweet little kiss on the
head, then looked back up at me. "Well?"

I saw the traces of her lipstick on my cock. My heart was racing. "Anything
you want. I promise." I said seriously.

She sat back up and looked at me, then pulled the top of her dress down and
exposed the white skin and dark nipple of her left breast. She took my hand
and lifted it. "Cross my heart." She told me.

I softly drew my finger over her tit, making a cross over her heart. She
laughed at her conquest. Then she leaned over, kissed my cheek, and said
"I'm Julie. Let's go."

I told her that my name was Philip. "Just point me in the right direction."
I said.

She took my dick and pointed it forward. "Home, Philip."

Her house was impressive. She told me she shared it with three other
girls. We found two of them on couches in the living room with their
boyfriends. I barely noticed them. My eyes were on Julie's ass as she led
me up the stairs. At one point she stopped short, causing my face to bump
right into her butt. She turned and winked at me, and said "Oops. Sorry." I
heard giggles from the couch. Then she took my hand and guided me to her
room.

"First things first", she said. "Take all your clothes off. I want to make
sure you're not a cop." I complied, silently grateful that I had a nice
slim build and smooth skin. She looked me up and down, her glance lingering
on rigid cock. She smirked. Then she took the wallet from my pants and
counted out $200, leaving it empty.

"So you were telling the truth. I like that in a man." She leaned forward,
catching a whiff the perfumed soap I use to keep my skin soft. "And you
smell nice too. Things are looking better and better." She motioned me onto
the bed, then scooped up my clothes. "You won't be needing these for a
while." She used a key to open her closet, saying that with so many girls
in the house it was the only way she could keep things from being
"borrowed." Then she hung my clothes up on hangers. The closet door clicked
shut.

"I'm going downstairs to get a diet coke. Do you want one?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "We've got to watch our girlish figures, don't we?"

She laughed at my joke, and then kept smiling as she left to get the
drinks. I felt a little funny sitting naked on the bed of a woman I had
only just met. There was a copy of Cosmo on the table by the bed. The cover
girl had breasts bulging out all over. I couldn't resist picking it
up. Looking at the ads for lipstick and eye makeup always gave me a thrill,
and my dick began getting harder and bigger.

Julie returned from the kitchen with two sodas. "Oh, Philip, you read Cosmo
too! We've got so much in common!"

I cleared my throat and began to blush all over, which was pretty obvious
to her. "No, I was just looking for the jokes." I said. "I can't find the
centerfold either."

She smiled at me. "Whatever. I'm going to the little girls room for a
second. There're more Cosmos in the nightstand drawer." She grabbed a pink
silk robe from a hook on the door.  "Back in a few!" she said as she went
out again.

I realized how thirsty I was, and drained my big coke in three long
gulps. Then I started thinking. I was alone in a whores bedroom. The
drawers were full of whore clothes. Whore underwear. Silk seamed
stockings. Tight dresses. There were several pairs of her Hollywood
Blvd. heels on the floor near the dressing table. The top of the dressing
table was covered with makeup. Lipstick she would leave all over the dicks
of her customers. False eyelashes and pink blush. Some really sexy shades
of eye makeup. Maybe twenty different kinds of perfume. I walked over and
picked up a tube of Revlon lipstick, "Raven Red". I slid the top off and
twisted. The lipstick was used up down to the last half inch. I could see
the shape of Julie's lips as they had slid over it. It smelled
incredible. If I had my clothes I would have found a pocket and "borrowed"
it myself. I set it down and opened a dresser drawer. Bras in sexy shapes,
colors and textures were inside. I reached in and stroked a particularly
nice black lace one. At that moment Julie returned from the bathroom.

She saw what I was doing, and her smile came back. "It must be awful to be
a man and have to wear boring old jockey shorts. You're probably real
jealous of us girls getting to wear soft, pretty undies all the time, huh?"

I closed the drawer and blushed from head to toe again. "Yeah, I guess so."

She came over, took my hand and led me back to the bed. "You know, one
thing I miss being a working girl is that I never get to talk to a
man. Let's lay on the bed here and see if we can really be friends. Is
there anything you'd like to ask me about myself and what I do?" She lay on
her side in the pink robe, her head on her hand. I was lying on my
back. She gently began to stroke my cock with a long, red fingernail.

I tried to think of a question that wouldn't sound dumb and wouldn't offend
her. "Well, what I wonder is how you feel about being with so many
men. Does it make you hate all men?"

She squeezed her lips together and looked thoughtful. "Sometimes I do hate
men. When they're rough. Just because they're paying for it they think it's
OK to hurt me if it makes them feel good. I've gotten some pretty good
bruises over the years. I really do hate those men. I can see that you're
not like that at all though, Philip. You're very sweet. Since you got to
ask a question, now it's my turn, right?"

"OK." I answered. "Ask away."

"Be patient with me, because this is kind of a long question. I've noticed
that you seem to like some of the my things. Cosmo for instance. And my
underwear. It looks like my makeup has been moved around a little too."

I began to blush again, the deepest red so far.

"So here's my question: Do you think it would be sexy, just for a little
while, to actually be a woman? To get dressed up to knock men dead? Lead
them around by their little penises to get what you want? Wouldn't you just
love to have that kind of power? Hmmm?" She looked into my eyes and saw
fear. Then she looked down and saw my dick coming up again. I still hadn't
spoken. "Be honest now." she cautioned. "You've got your own little lie
detector hooked up!"

I looked down at myself and saw the pink rising. I had to smile at how
quickly she had figured me out. She must've been a real pro. "I guess,
since you can see the truth, you know the answer is yes. Damn lie
detector!" I said angrily to my penis. Then I laughed.

The tension was gone, and she hugged me. "I'm so glad you trust me enough
to tell the truth.  You've never told anyone else, have you?"

"Well, a few people have known." I admitted. I told her about my sisters
slumber party. I was thirteen, and my sister and all her friends had forced
me to dress up as one of them.

After that I secretly relived the experience whenever I was alone in the
house, until one afternoon my mother came home early. I didn't hear her
coming down the hall, and she caught me wearing her underwear and makeup
and masturbating in front of her bedroom mirror. My mother had a wicked
sense of humor. She walked over to me in her high heels and salesgirl
dress, reached down, and took my hard penis in her hand. "You know, it's
not nice to borrow other people's things without their permission. You'd
better ask me now."

Mother stood there, holding my cock in her hand, waiting for my
response. She gave it a squeeze, and I blurted out, "Mommy, can I please
borrow your bra and panties and stockings? And your lipstick and mascara
and high heels?"

She too was pleased by my honesty, and began to slowly stroke her hand up
and down.  "Why, Philip, whatever use would you have for them?" She
asked. "Your a boy. If you're going to borrow my panties, you'd better have
a good reason. Tell me what you do in my panties."

Mother continued to stroke as I looked up at her red lips and big soft
breasts. I told the truth. "I put them on, and then I look at myself and
jerk off."

Her hand kept moving, and she smiled. "I appreciate your honesty Philip,
but you're going to have to make it up to me for the times you borrowed my
things without my permission. I think I want you to be my maid from now
on. Whenever we're alone, you can help me around the house. I'll even dress
you up as a girl. And you have to promise that you'll only jerk off if I'm
there to watch. I know a lot more about jerking off than you do, and I want
to help you get really good at it." The intensity of her strokes on my cock
increased. "Is that OK with you, sweetie?" She asked.

"Yes, mommie, I'll be your maid and you can dress me up and teach me to
jerk off!" I said quickly, on the verge of coming.

"I think my maid's name should be Angela, because she'll be such a little
angel around the house. What do you think, Philip, will you be my little
Angela?"

"Yes, mommie, I'll be Angela for you!" I hissed as I began to come.

She smiled and finished me off, catching the white fluid in her
hand. "Here's lesson number one, Angie honey." She said. "Girls have to
drink their boyfriends cum, so whenever you're dressed as a girl you'll
have to do the same." She raised her hand to my lips and I began to lick it
clean. "Good girl, Angela. Make sure you don't miss any."

I didn't.

My mother stood up then, and walked toward her closet. "Unzip me, Angela,
and help me out of my work clothes." I unzipped her, and helped slide the
dress off her arms and down to the floor. She stepped out of it. "Hang it
up so it won't get wrinkled." She said to me over her shoulder. After I
had, she turned to face me. She was a beautiful woman. "This bra hooks in
the front. Come here and undo it for me." She held her arms out as I freed
her heavy breasts. My hands brushed over her nipples as I removed the silky
garment. "Don't you just hate the way those underwires leave red marks on
your breasts after a day at work?"  She asked. She didn't wait for my
reply. "Please rub them until the marks go away, Angela."  She tossed her
bra on the bed. I rubbed her tits. Her nipples rose to my touch. When she
had me pull her panties down, I sat on my knees and caressed the red marks
they had left on her soft ass. We removed her heels and stockings, and I
rubbed her feet as she lay naked on the bed, her legs spread open before my
eyes.

"It isn't just boys who jerk off, Angela. Come up here and rub my breasts
again and I'll give you lesson two on jerking off." I got up on the bed and
began rubbing her hard nipples again. "Mmmm, that feels good. Watch me and
see how real girls do it." She used her fingers to bring herself to a
screaming orgasm, and then another.

When she was finished she turned and said, "Give mommie a big kiss." I
did. Then she had me put on the underwear she had just removed. She made my
face up to look just like a real girl, and had me jerk myself off. This
time there was less fluid. She rubbed it on her middle finger until it
glistened from the long red nail to the knuckle. "Come bend over on the
bed, Angela, and I'll show you what else real women have to do."

When I was on the bed with my ass in the air, she poked her slippery finger
up my butt until her knuckle hit bottom. She slid it in and out for a few
minutes. Then she got up. "Just one more touch, and we can go do the
dishes. Hold still. She slid something hard and small up my ass, then
pulled it out. When it was out, I could still feel something inside
me. "That's your tampon, honey. When you wear my underwear, you need to use
one of them to keep everything clean."

Then she put a dress on me and we went downstairs to do the dishes
together. It was the first of many afternoons I spent playing with
mommie. In fact, we still play the game whenever mommie is in the mood.

But let's get back to the present. I told Julie simply that my mother used
to dress me up as her daughter Angela, and make me work around the house.

This night with Julie was my first experience as a man with a woman. I
didn't want her to get the idea that I was only interested in her clothes.

Julie hugged me and whispered: "It must be hard, trying to deal with such
an embarrassing secret. I hope you trust me enough to know that your secret
is safe with me. I'm just glad we found each other, and I hope we can
become good friends." Then we cuddled a little and made small talk.

After a few more minutes I began to regret drinking the soda. I didn't want
a potty break to interrupt what was the closest, most intimate encounter
I'd ever had with a woman. When I couldn't wait any more I cleared my
throat. "I think I need to visit the little girls room too."  Julie smiled,
and we uncoupled. I sat up. My clothes were in her closet. I asked her to
get them.

At that moment she realized that she'd left her dress with the closet key
in the bathroom. She said she'd go and get it. As she was leaving I said
"Please hurry!"

She returned a few minutes later scowling. "Damn! Didn't I tell you that my
roommates were always borrowing my clothes without asking? One of them took
the dress with the key in the pocket and left. I'm really sorry, but you'll
just have to hold it 'til she comes back." She thought for a second. "I've
got an idea. Just this once, since it's such an emergency, maybe I can find
you something of mine to wear to the bathroom. Nobody will see you anyway,
and you really look like you have to go."

I was hopping from one leg to the other, and her plan sounded like my only
alternative to peeing all over her bedroom. "OK, but quick!"

She said "Here's the quickest thing I can find!" and took off her robe and
handed it to me. I was pink silk, mostly opaque, with pretty lace around
the edges. I had to pee so bad I didn't even take time to admire her naked
body. I took the warm robe, wrapped it on, and dashed for the bathroom. The
door was closed, and I could hear the bathtub being filled. I dashed back
to the bedroom.

"You'll have to use the downstairs bathroom." Julie said. It's at the end
of the hall behind the stairs."

I went out and rushed downstairs, then hurried to the end of the hall and
reached the toilet just in time. I was so incredibly relieved. After what
seemed like five minutes of pissing, I flushed and returned to Julie's
room. As I passed through the living room at a far more leisurely pace than
before, I saw Julie's two roommates were still there with their boyfriends.
One was a gorgeous redhead who had her boyfriends thick, white cock in her
hand, stroking it up and down while she kissed his neck. The other one was
blonde. Her head was rising and falling in her boyfriends lap. He was a
large black man, and it seemed like her head came up at least a foot from
his crotch every time before going down again. He looked at me and smiled
at my outfit. "Hi precious. I haven't seen you here before."

Everyone else looked up at me and saw how I was dressed. They laughed at
me.

"I'm Marla. Want to share my lollipop?" the blonde drawled after she'd
pulled her head off the black man's shaft. He had an enormous dick.

"I'm Nadia. I'll share too if you want!" said the redhead, holding her
boyfriends cock out toward me.

They all laughed again as I turned and fled up the stairs.

Julie was standing naked at the top, smiling too. I had to smile
myself. Oh, the crazy things that happen in this life! We returned to her
bedroom.

I collapsed nervously back on the bed. Julie sat next to me, with a hopeful
look on her face.  She reached out and stroked my longish hair up off my
face. "Seeing you wearing my robe, and stretched out on my pink bedspread,
makes me think what a pretty little girl you must be. It makes me sad that
no one but your mommie ever sees you."

I had taken great pains to make sure that no one else ever saw me that way,
but I smiled nervously at what she was saying. She took my smile as
encouragement to go further. "You know, when I was little I used to love
playing with dolls. Sometimes I really miss dressing them up and combing
their hair and stuff. If I ask you for a favor, do you promise not to get
mad?"

I was in no position to get mad. And besides, I was starting to like
her. "There's no harm in asking. I promise not to bite." I said.

"Ooh, I was hoping I could get you to bite me a little bit later. But since
you don't want to, and since you're stuck here without your boy clothes for
awhile anyway, here's what I want.  It would make me really happy if you'd
be my dolly and let me dress you up. Just for the tonight, I swear!"  She
put her hand up on her naked breast, over the place where I'd crossed her
heart, so I'd know she was sincere.

"I don't know," I said. "That isn't exactly what men are supposed to do
when they're stuck naked in the bedroom of such a beautiful woman."

"So you think I'm really beautiful, huh?" She asked, batting her lashes at
me.

"Even prettier than mommie." I said truthfully.

She sat up next to me on the bed. "You did say you'd do what I wanted
tonight," she stated.  "Now, I know it's a little kinky, but you're not the
only man in the world who has a secret."  She spread her robe out off of my
crotch. "I tell you what, let's have your lie detector answer for you. That
way it's not like I'm forcing you to do anything. It will be your choice."

Then she stared at my crotch, waiting for the answer. Once again, the tiny
thing betrayed me.

"Oh goody goody!" she trilled as she popped up off my lap. "I've got a new
dolly!"

She stood me up, appraising the clay she had to work with. "You're a little
taller than me.  Just about the same size as Marla, my friend with the
blonde hair you just met downstairs.  Let me go ask her if we can borrow a
few things until morning, OK?" She sat me up and took her robe back, then
scampered out.

She returned a few minutes later. "Marla said we could borrow anything we
like, as long as it's from her dirty clothes. She hates doing laundry, so I
told her we'd wash them all and give them back tomorrow."

She brought in a big wicker hamper that was nearly full to the top. She set
it down and began pulling out Marla's dirty clothes. "We need to find you
some things that match. What do you think of this bra?" She held up a white
lace one, similar to one I'd admired in Julie's dresser drawer, except in a
much larger cup size.

"I guess it's OK," I said.

She threw it on the bed next to me. "Now I've got to find the panties and
garter belt..." After a little more rooting, the matching panties
appeared. "Here!" she said, throwing them on the bed.

I looked at them and noticed the crotch was sort of stiff with some kind of
dried liquid. Then it hit me. Whore panties. I looked more closely at the
bra and found a few crusty spots there too. I picked up the panties and
smelled the aroma of fresh sex. Just then Julie found the garter belt and
turned and saw me sniffing. "Smells pretty good, doesn't it? We're really
having fun now!" I nodded my head and put the panties down.

Then she found a short skirt and a skimpy silk top. She held them up to me
to make sure she was right about the size. "Do you like these?" she asked.

"They're very nice." I replied.

She smiled and started looking at me again. "OK, let's go to the bathroom."

She found me a little white robe in the basket, then led me by my hand into
the upstairs bathroom, which was now unoccupied. She shaved one of my legs
for me, then had me do the other. The same for my armpits. "It's a good
thing you don't have much of a beard. Let's just be as thorough as we can
anyway." She had me shave my face with her little pink razor and then put
on some flowery smelling cream. "This cream dissolves hair. Now you'll be
smooth and silky for at least a week." We rubbed some more cream onto my
legs. I let her put it on my balls too. Then she took the razor from me and
picked up a pair of scissors. "I think I know just what to do with that
pubic hair." She proceeded to trim it short, then shave it into the shape
of a heart. When she was done, she kissed me on the cheek. "You're the
bestest dolly I ever had!"

I smiled, happy to know she was enjoying this. She sat me on the
toilet. "Sit still for a second, and I'll be your best friend. We need to
get rid of a few stray hairs around your eyebrows. It'll look much
better. OK?" She spread her legs and sat on my lap, waiting for my
response.

"Sure." I said. I was starting to get with the program. Her breasts bounced
in my face as she plucked my eyebrows.

Nails were next. She glued on some extensions, then filed them to a sexy
shape. A very red, very shiny polish went there, on my toenails too. After
the polish dried she led me out of the bathroom before I could check myself
out in the mirror. When we got to the bedroom, she picked up the lacy bra
and held it up for me to put my arms through. After I did she fastened it
in the back. "This really fits good. It must be just the right size for
you. I think you need a little help, though. She opened her bottom drawer
and pulled out a large pair of silicon breasts. They were hollow enough in
the back to fit over her small breasts. "Sometimes a girl needs a little
extra to make her man happy." she smiled. Then she placed them in my
bra. She took a little pen and marked where they lined up. Then she took
them out again. She had me pull my arms from the bra straps and drop the
cups down. I laid on the bed while she used some kind of glue to stick the
breasts on. Afterwards she used flesh colored makeup to blend the edges
until they were invisible.

"Don't worry, I've got some adhesive remover in the closet that'll take
them right off." She caught herself. "Oh, the closet. Well, I'm sure we'll
have the key as soon as whoever took my dress gets home." She had me fix my
bra. I have to admit, I now had a bodacious pair of tatas.

She fastened the garter belt around my waist, then pulled some stockings
out of Marla's basket. They were seamed, tan and sexy, and only had a few
stains running down the inside.  I put them on, and she helped me attach
the garters. Through the whole dressing up so far, I'd had a cute little
hardon poking out front. Now she held up the panties and looked at the
hardon. "Well, I guess it's time to do something about this." She giggled
and dropped to her knees and proceeded to give me the best blowjob I could
possibly imagine. She opened her mouth a little to take my penis and balls
completely inside. After swirling them around with her tongue, she made a
"pop goes the weasel" sound as she pulled them out of her lips. She giggled
again and smiled up at me. "You should never suck too hard when you're
giving a blowjob. Guys just want to feel your lips and tongue." Then she
said "Now here's where I make you cum!" She wrapped her lips around the end
of my cock and began to stroke the shaft between two fingers, moaning and
driving me crazy with her tongue on the bottom of my cockhead. Then she
stopped and licked the middle finger of her other hand.

"Lean back and think of mother England." She said, before her lips got back
to work.  Her wet finger began probing my anus. She entered me, and began
sliding in and out. It reminded me of the tampons my mother made me
wear. Every time one of Julie's knuckles passed through my sphincter I
spasmed forward with pleasure. She licked another finger, and then began
working both of them in and out.

That was all I could take, and I started spasming. She kept her head down,
sucking up every drop. When I fell back on the bed she looked at me with a
sly grin, then stepped over to smile down at me. She leaned down and spit a
load of cum into my mouth, then french kissed me with every bit as much
expertise as she'd shown my cock. She held her lips over my mouth until she
was sure I'd swallowed, then we both came up for air.

"Now those panties should fit just right." She put them on me, and she was
right. Man, was I drained. "It's not usually a good idea to do that kiss
with the cum thing. Some guys would beat you up for it. It really turns me
on, though, so I'm glad you're such a nice guy."

"Me too, I guess." I was so wasted from the orgasm that I just lay there
smiling, treasuring the moment, and tasting the cum on my lips. A few
minutes later she stood me up and put the skimpy see-through top and tight
elastic skirt on me, then she led me to the dressing table. She turned the
chair around so she could see my face, put a bib over my pretty blouse, and
got to work.

A light base was all I needed. She made sure to put it all over my lips so
the lipstick would stick better. She put blush on, then puffed on powder to
set everything. Then she got to work on my eyes. I felt her paint something
wet and cool all around each eye, then the mascara brush on my lashes. She
put some dark powder on my eyelids, and lighter powder below my
eyebrows. She used a pencil to outline my lips, a little bigger than nature
had made them, then brought a tube of red lipstick up for me to
smell. "This is Channel lipstick. It's the best in the world. I want my
dolly to look just like a movie star." She smoothed it on. The creaminess
and perfumey smell caused the pole between my legs to begin it's ascent
again, but it didn't even make a visible tent in my skirt.

She fussed over my hair for a few minutes, spraying and teasing it into the
shape she wanted.  She combed the front down over my eyes and said, "Close
your eyes now. I don't want to get hairspray in them."

I complied. Then she sprayed a little. "I need to even it out a little in
the front, so keep your eyes closed for just a little while longer, OK?"

"Umm hmm." I said. Then I heard the scissors in front of my eyes. I kept
them shut to keep the hair out. Julie was so considerate.

She brushed and sprayed a little more, then said "I really need to even out
the bottom a little too. Hold still for another sec." The scissors traveled
around my head, and shortly she stopped and took up the spray and brush
again.

"That'll do. If I had more time I'd give you a body perm, and maybe add
some highlights, but it looks pretty good now. Hold on, let me get you some
shoes."

She picked up a pair of shiny black heels from the floor and strapped them
to my feet.  "Sexy shoes, huh?" She commented.

"Fabulous." I said. Maybe it was my imagination, but even my voice was
starting to sound more feminine.

"Are you ready to meet Angela?" Close your eyes and turn around. Get ready
to be surprised. She pointed me at the floor length mirror beside the
dresser. "OK, Open your eyes!"

I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror. My knees got weak when I saw
the beautiful woman who looked back at me. I looked terrific. Maybe even
better than Julie, who was standing aside appreciating the look on my
face. I turned to her and gushed "Oh Julie, you've made me the most
beautiful girl in the world, and the happiest!" I gave her a great big
hug. "I was so tired of just being Cinderella. You're the best friend a
girl could have!" I said. Then we both laughed and stood back.

"Come on, Angela. Show me how you walk in those heels." She had me walk up
and down the room a few times. I started to sway my hips and breasts in a
provocative way. I'd had enough practice with mother to feel good in heels.

We spent the rest of the night working on my act.

As dawn broke Julie helped me take my makeup off. I noticed that my hair
now had bangs and looked very feminine. It was sort of a "pageboy" cut. I
told myself I'd get it all cut short later in the day before my mother saw
me. I wasn't sure what to do about my new, high, thin eyebrows. I decided
to worry about that tomorrow. Julie found me a cute little blue nightie
from Marla's basket. Then we crawled into bed and slept the morning away in
each other's arms.

I woke up first and wanted to use the bathroom. It wasn't an emergency, but
it could become one soon. I nudged Julie awake and reminded her that she
needed to track down her closet key so I could get dressed and go home. She
threw on her robe and left to retrieve the key to my freedom.

She returned. "Well, sweetie, there is a slight problem. My roommate Andi,
who evidently took my dress, called and said she'd be gone a few days. She
found a john who's taking her to Vegas." Julie said all this in a sorry,
apologetical way. "That's the bad news. The good news is that I'm stuck
with you for a few days! I can't tell you how happy that makes me! I get to
spend some quality time doing girl stuff with my new very best
friend. Please tell me you're as happy about this as I am!"

Her enthusiasm at that moment was contagious. I hugged her and told her I
was happy too, and that this was all a dream come true for me. We kissed
and fell back on the bed. My rising tinkie reminded me that I had not yet
fucked this amazingly beautiful and perceptive woman. She was ready for me,
and my hardness slid in to the hilt in one swift stroke. She lifted her
hips to keep me from slipping out as I screwed her. Once again her delicate
fingers probed my asshole. In a minute I started to cum. I was so excited
that my penis slipped and squirted her pussy, inside and out. She pondered
the pearly liquid for a second, then hugged me and whispered in my ear:
"There's something I want you to do. Promise me that if it makes you feel
weird, you'll say no. Will you promise?"

I promised.

"Would you let me sit on your face while you lick your cum off of me? It's
always been one of my most secret fantasies. Now since we're such close
friends, I'm taking the chance of asking you. If you think I'm weird or
perverted, just say no and we can still be friends, but I really hope
you'll say yes!"

What could I say? I didn't want to make her feel like a pervert, especially
after she'd shared my own secret dream of becoming a gorgeous woman. I said
"Of course you can, love. It would make me happy!" So we rolled over and
she crawled up on my face and rode my tongue to several orgasms while I
licked up my mess. Her juices oozed down my throat, mixing there with my
own cum. It didn't taste bad at all.

Afterwards we put on our robes, went to the bathroom and showered
together. My tits were stuck on just like real ones, and I got turned on
watching her soap them up and then rinse the soap off, tweaking the large,
dark nipples with her thumbs. Nipples are like little penises, aren't they?
After she washed my hardon, she licked me off again, and we shared another
spermy french kiss. Gee, a girl could get used to this kind of life!

We dried and she showed me how to hand wash delicate lingerie. Then she
left me in the bathroom to wash Marla's unmentionables. It took hours of
soaking and squeezing to get all the stains out, and pretty bras, panties,
stockings and garter belts hung from every available place in the bathroom
by the time I was finished. Julie had taken the rest of the dirty clothes
to a cleaner. All she left me to wear was her pink robe, which didn't
exactly hide my breasts.  As I was returning to the bedroom, the black man
I'd seen the night before came out a bedroom door and knocked into me.

"Sorry, honey. Didn't see you there." He apologized. He looked at my
nipples in a most appreciative way. "Maybe I'll see you around later
tonight." As I walked away from him he patted my bottom. "Umm umm umm!" he
hummed, as I escaped to Julie's bedroom. The thought of seeing him later
that night both scared and excited me. "By their little penises, huh?" I
said to myself. "Well maybe not so little in his case."

I found Julie's stash of Cosmos and spent an hour leafing through them
while I waited for her to come home. I really enjoyed all the adds and
makeup tips. I was absentmindedly playing with my nipples when Julie came
in with a shopping bag full of new, sexy clothes in just my size. While
Marla's clothes were being cleaned, she had gone to the mall and bought me
several new outfits.

We oohed and aahed over the slinky, sexy dresses, short tight skirts, and
silk blouses.  "There was just one problem." Julie said. "I didn't have
time to shop for your underwear. I talked to Marla when I came in, though,
and she's so happy with how well you cleaned her undies today that she'll
loan you her dirty ones from last night. You don't mind sharing with her,
do you?"

"No, not at all." I said. "I just love the styles she chooses. If they're a
little dirty, it's OK. No one will see them but us, right?"

"That's a good point. I'll go get them right now, and we'll get you all
dolled up!" She left and returned a few moments later holding a black lace
bra and panty set. When she handed them
 to me, they were still warm. "Marla had them on, but she's so happy to
have you to clean them that she took them off and gave them to me right in
the living room. We don't have to worry much about modesty here. That's one
of the good things about living in a houseful of girls."

I noticed a little wetness in the crotch as I put the panties on. I
realized that the wetness was sperm from the black man I'd encountered in
the hall. "Oh, well," I thought. "It's not like I'll get pregnant or
something." I even felt like it gave me a secret advantage over him. I had
his sperm and he didn't know. I rubbed my crotch, smelled my finger and
smiled.

Julie did me up in a little more conservative style that evening. She
wanted to take me along with her to dinner, and restaurants get nervous
when whores come in. We went out and ate, then came back home to get Julie
ready for work. It was exciting to see how she transformed herself. I knew
her well enough now to see the real girl beneath the getup, but it still
turned me on watching.

When she finished her makeup, I complimented her on her choice of
lipstick. Then I told her about my fantasy of seeing it all over my
cock. She smiled and pulled my cock out of my panties. Then she knelt down,
and ringed me in red just as I'd imagined. "We'll work our way through our
fantasies one at a time, won't we?" she asked.

"By all means." I replied, admiring her work while she freshened her
lipstick.

I agreed to drive her up to Hollywood in her friend's car. She said if I
parked in the alley I could watch her work for a while. When I got bored I
was supposed to drive home and wait for her to call to be picked up.

It didn't take long for her first customer to arrive. He got out of his car
and they headed for the alley where I sat behind tinted windows, watching
to see how Julie would handle him. He gave her some money, then she said
something and he gave her a little more. She strutted toward my car, waving
for him to follow. He was a short man, a little overweight. I could see why
he needed to pay for sex. Julie pulled his pants down and I saw a tiny
little penis between his legs. Now I definitely knew why he had to
pay. Julie just smiled at him and got on her knees. She easily took the
whole thing in her mouth. A few minutes later his hips started to buck and
he gave her a load of cum. She stood and watched quietly as he pulled his
pants up and walked unsteadily back to his car.

When he was gone she walked over to me and motioned for me to roll the
window down. I did, and she quickly leaned into the car and gave me another
of her patented french kisses. I tried to kiss her back as wonderfully as
she kissed me. Then I realized she was sharing the little man's sperm with
me. I was shocked for a second. She broke off the kiss and said "I'm sorry,
Angie. That was another of my secret fantasies, and I couldn't ask for your
permission because I had a mouthful of cum. You still don't think I'm
perverted, do you? I'm so happy I can share my secrets with you, but if I
was wrong just say so and I'll never do it again."

I saw how afraid she was. I remembered how she'd taken care of my lipstick
ring fantasy just before we left the house. I knew that my relationship
with Julie was the most wonderful thing in my life, and besides, what was
done was done. Getting mad at her wouldn't clean the guy's sperm out of my
mouth. I let go of my shock and the strange feelings. I decided to make her
happy. "I think it was very sexy." I said. "It's like you're sharing your
life with me, and it makes me very happy."

She hugged my neck and gave me another quick kiss. Then we both put more
lipstick on.

"Well, back to the salt mines." she said as she walked away. I could see
her smile and I knew how happy I'd made her, and that made me happy too.

She repeated this scene another six times in the next two hours, each time
giving me one of her special kisses that bonded us so close together. My
stomach was getting a little queasy from all the cum, but I stayed to make
her happy. She had definitely found a way to keep me from getting bored.

Three times that night she had customers who wanted more than a
blowjob. She led each one back to the car where I waited. She leaned over
the hood to let them take her from behind.  While they pounded into her,
she mouthed the words "I love you" to me in the car. They were special
moments. I wanted to tell her that I loved her too, but she couldn't really
see me through the tinted glass.

At about 2AM the customers stopped coming. She got in the car next to me
and gave me another big hug and kiss. "Well, Miss Angela, this has been the
best night of my life!" You've let me live out fantasies I've been keeping
inside forever. You're OK with all this too, aren't you?"

"Sure I am." I said. "I'll do just about anything to make you happy."

"Really?" she asked, "Because there's one more thing you can do for me
tonight that will make me even hornier than I am already. Can I ask you for
another fantasy?"

I figured there wasn't anything we could do in the car that would be any
weirder than what we'd already done, so I said "Ask away."

She said "I want you to lick me clean like you did this morning after we
fucked. After that we can go home and spend all night together. Will you do
just this one more thing for me?  Please?"

I laid across the back seat with my head facing up. She squatted above me
with her ass in my face, then settled her pussy down and squeezed until no
more juice would come out, while I licked up every drop. Then she leaned
back to bring her brown asshole to my lips. Mother had taught me how to use
my tongue to open and relax her tight pink butthole. When I did the same
for Julie the spicy juice that oozed out informed me that at least one of
her fucks had been in the ass. She squeezed to give me more and a big fart
popped out.

"Oops!" she giggled as she lifted up a little.

"It's OK." I said. "I think it smelled kind of sexy."

"Well, in that case, you're in for real treat!" she said as she squeezed
down. A series of sweet little farts came out, along with a large quantity
of sticky, bubbly liquid. This was also something I'd done with mother many
times. I swallowed it all down, along with several small chunks that were a
little more solid. It made me happy to share this intimate pleasure with
Julie.

When she was done, we returned to normal driver and passenger
positions. She apologized to me for ruining my makeup, and used some
Kleenex to clean my face. With a fresh coat of lipstick I looked good
enough for the drive home.

During the drive she made small talk. "Isn't it interesting how every man's
cum tastes just a little different? You only notice it if you taste several
on the same night. Don't you think I'm right?" she asked.

I had to agree with her. Every mouthful had been different.

She was right about how horny living out her fantasies would make her
too. All the way home she was nibbling on my neck or blowing in my ear or
squeezing my ample breasts. She even slid her hand under my skirt and used
a finger to penetrate my anus. It was just about impossible to drive.

She had to pinch my penis every few minutes to keep it from showing. "We
don't want to get stopped by the police and have them find out you're a
man, do we?" she explained as I drove.

"No, I guess not." I agreed. It only took us about an hour to get home.

When we got home I was so horny I thought I'd die if Julie didn't finish
me. We stepped through the door and she pulled my skirt up. I licked her
finger and she slid it home in my ass, then her tongue got busy with my
hard penis. Two seconds later I came. The Julie Kiss delivered it all to my
hungry lips. When we broke I opened my eyes and saw that Nadia and Marla
had watched the whole thing from the couch. I said a silent prayer of
thanks that their boyfriends weren't present. My black spandex skirt was
still up around my waist, and my panties were down around my ankles. Cum
had drooled down my chin during the kiss. Even though my penis was not
enormous, it was still too large to be confused with a clitoris. I was
afraid they'd laugh or put their fingers down their throats or
something. If they did, I was afraid Julie could decide to end our
relationship on the spot. Nadia and Marla whispered to each other for a
second, then got up from the couch. Nadia smiled as she hugged me. Then it
was Marla's turn, and after our embrace she leaned over and wiped the cum
from my chin with her finger. She held it up in front of my red lips and
looked at me with a question in her eyes. As I stared back at her, I
reached out with my tongue to accept her intimate offer.

"Girls, this is Angela." Julie finally said. "She's a special girl."

We all giggled. I put my clothing back together, then we went over to sit
on the couches.  Julie and I kicked off our heels and stretched out our
tired little stockinged toes to help us relax. Then Julie told them a
little about our evening. I was relieved that she left out the part about
what we'd shared in the alley before coming home. I was happy that Julie
and I still had a few secrets all our own.

After a few more questions Marla delivered her decision. "I hope this was
really your idea Angie. Julie can be a little pushy sometimes. I just want
you to know that I'm 100% behind you. You're a gorgeous woman, and I'm not
just saying that because I want you to keep cleaning my panties every
morning!" She smiled. "If there's anything I can teach you about your new
life, or if you just want someone nice to hang out with some time, all you
have to do is ask. Heck, I'll even set you up with Robert sometime. A
little surprise would do him good."

Nadia laughed in agreement about the Robert part.

I was happy to have found another friend who knew my secret and accepted
me. I still wasn't sure about the 'new life' idea though. "I'm so glad you
like me, Marla. You've already made me happy by sharing your sexy
underwear. I don't think I'd be much use to Robert, but if there's anything
I can do for you, you can ask me too."

Then it was Nadia's turn. "Angela, if you're going to be spending time
around here, I just hope you'll pull your own weight. We've had girls here
before who wouldn't help around the house, and in the end we had to kick
them out. If you do your part though, I'll be your friend. I'll even teach
you a few things of my own about being a real woman. What do you say, do
you promise to work hard around here?"

"Well, I'm not sure how long I'll be staying. Julie told you about how we
lost the key to her closet where my clothes are. But you're so right about
how us girls have to help each other.  Anything you need me to do, tell me
and I'll be happy to do it." I said. Then I went over and gave Nadia a
quick kiss on the cheek.

When I was finished, Julie rejoined the conversation. "Angie honey, as long
as you're up, why don't you go out to the kitchen and get us all a nice
diet coke."

"OK, be right back." I said as I headed for the kitchen. It took me a few
minutes to find the glasses and fill them with ice and soda. Then I
balanced them on a tray someone had left on the counter and played the
waitress as I served everyone.

When I came back into the room I sensed that I'd interrupted their
conversation. They looked at me with big smiles on their faces. "Maybe they
just really like diet coke." I thought.  We sipped our drinks for a little
while, and then Nadia whispered in Marla's ear and they both moved over to
sit real close to me.

"We thought you might like to put a little kick in that drink." She
teased. Then they both reached up into their panties. Their fingers
returned a lot shinier than before. When they dipped them in my soda, I
could see little strings of clear stuff left behind. Now I knew what they'd
been discussing while I was in the kitchen.

"Drink up Angie. We're going to bed in a second." Marla said. They watched
me as I drained my glass. Then they both kissed me on the forehead and went
upstairs. I wasn't sure if I heard two doors closing or one.

Julie and I followed in a few minutes. We were both so tired from our busy
evening that we fell asleep in our pretty nighties as soon as our heads hit
the pillows.

In the morning Julie was awakened by a call on her cellular phone. She used
her professional voice. She sounded even sexier than she usually did.

"Of course I remember you, Wayne. We had a lot of fun the last time you
were in town."  She said. "Actually, I can come over and see you this
morning. What room are you in?"  She scribbled something on a piece of
paper. "I'll be there in about an hour. Don't start without me now!" She
listened to him for a few more seconds. Then said goodbye.

She turned to me. "Oh Angela! This guy is really loaded. Last time we
fucked he gave me a thousand dollar tip just for staying all night. He's
cute, too. Help me get dressed!"

We dressed her in an appropriate daytime outfit. She assured me that she'd
be spending the day mostly naked, anyway. She let me pick out her
earrings. "Wouldn't it be nice if you had pierced ears so we could share?"
she asked.

"I guess so." I answered. It's awfully hard to un-pierce your ears, and I
was still thinking about how I'd explain things to my mother after her
other roommate returned with the key, but Julie was being awfully nice to
me, so I couldn't see how it would hurt to agree with her.

After she left I heard her knock on Marla's door, and then I heard their
voices for a few seconds. I figured she was telling Marla that I was alone,
so she'd keep an eye on me. Julie was so considerate. I liked her so much.

I slept a little more, then woke up and went to the bathroom. When I passed
Marla's open door on the way back to bed, I heard her call me. "Angie,
could you come in for a sec? I need a little help."

When I went in, Marla was sitting on the bed, wearing a bra and
panties. They were soft and pink.

"Since you're gonna wear these today anyway, be a dear and unhook me, would
you?"

I unhooked her bra, and watched as she let it fall from her large breasts.

"You're so helpful. Here, let me help you too!" Then she opened my robe and
dropped it to the floor. She turned her bra around and had me hold out my
arms to get the straps on. Then she molded the cups to my equally large
fake breasts, and hugged me as she reached around behind to fasten me. As
we hugged, our breasts collided and her proud nipples rubbed over the bra.

"I hardly ever get to rub them on the outside." she said softly. I could
see her nipples extending as she continued to hug me. "Could you help me
with something over on the bed?" She asked as she kicked her panties off.

I was aroused enough to easily rationalize that what she wanted fell into
the acceptable category of 'helping around the house', and my cock grew
quickly as we fell together onto the open silk sheets.

"Suck my nipples, baby! Get me to fuck!" she ordered. I happily complied.

"Now go down and lick my cunt. I want you so bad. Lick me until I can't
stand it any more!"  I wiggled down and went to work on her fragrant slit
with my tongue. She kept me at it for at least half an hour, riding one
crashing orgasm after another as I lapped away between her legs. "Enough!"
she screamed. "Come back up here."

"First lets fix your lipstick." She said. She reached over for a Kleenex
and used it to wipe the smelly juice from my face. Then she got up to get a
pretty pink lipstick and some dark lip liner. She came back and sat on my
lap. "The Mexican whores around here have a really sexy way of doing their
lips. They put a dark liner around the edges, them fill in the center with
creamy color." I could feel that that's just what she was doing to me.

As she worked she talked confidentially. "Julie told me what you've been
doing for her. I think it's so sexy that you put aside you manhood just to
make her happy! We'll just pretend this is all a present from her."

When she finished she giggled. "Mamacita! Now it's your turn!"

I could hardly wait. My heart fell as she reached over into the nightstand
and pulled out a harness with a black strap-on cock. "You didn't think that
little thing of yours was what I wanted, did you?" She teased. Her latex
dong had been molded from a fat, eight inch dick. It even had veins. She
held it up in front of my face. "What do you think? Pretty nice, huh?

"Uh, I guess so." I replied. "I've never seen one like it before." I said
truthfully.

"You need to warm it up first." She said, as she pushed the bulb on the end
up against my pretty lips.

I resisted, keeping my mouth closed.

"You wouldn't want me tell Nadia you weren't doing your chores around here,
would you?  She asked, distracting me as I thought of how much I didn't
want to piss Nadia off. Then she took advantage of my distraction to reach
down and pinch my little balls really hard. As I squealed she pushed the
plastic cock into my mouth. The mushroom head settled in, and she wiggled
to get it warm quickly as she kept pushing against the back of my throat so
I wouldn't spit it out.

"I'm sorry, Angie, but I just had to do this. That cold dick would have
taken you completely out of this sexy mood. And this is the kind of thing
girls get all the time from their dates, so really I'm just helping you
learn to be more of a woman like you asked me to."

The pressure on my throat was gagging me, and Marla gave me a way out. "If
I stop pushing so hard, will you promise to keep it in your mouth and let
me teach you how to do it right?"  She asked.

"Umm Hmm!" I moaned. At this the pressure ceased. The cock head lay on my
tongue as my lips closed around the narrow part behind it.

"Good girl!" she said. "This is the first thing you need to get used to,
just letting it sit there while your tongue licks the bottom. Start licking
now, so you get the idea."

"Now put your hand up on the shaft, and start sliding it up and down, and
in and out of your mouth a little." My fingers wrapped around it. I could
see my long red nails, and they didn't look out of place. There was
lipstick on my index finger and thumb where they rubbed up against my
mouth. Then I pulled back to see the red ring I'd put on the veined
shaft. I decided it was only plastic, so since I wasn't a real woman
anyway, it made some kind of sense. I started to get into the sexy motion
of the thick cock.

"Pull it out and lick up and down the sides. That's right, make your mouth
feel just like a warm, wet pussy! Now kiss the balls, gently."

I did these things, which greatly pleased Marla. "It's ready now." She
announced, as she rolled me over on my tummy and lifted my butt up. "Fuck,
you're gorgeous, Angie! When I'm using this fake dick on you, I want you to
pretend it's a real one! Pretend I'm a man and make me happy!"

"Relax and pretend you're pooping, only backwards!" She said as she poked
her dick up against my anus. I did relax, and the wet pole quickly entered
me. My sphincter muscles closed down on the narrower part behind the head
as Marla pushed the rest of it in. When the pain went away, I started to
enjoy the in and out motion of the bumpy cock in my tight hole. It was a
new dance for me, but I began to learn the steps. My ass rose up to meet
each new thrust.

Every time she hit bottom the harness rubbed up against her crotch, which
obviously gave Marla pleasure. " Oh, Angela! You're such a sweet little
bitch the way you wiggle your ass for me!" She drove on until she squeezed
her legs together and cried "I can't take any more!"

Then she stopped and unfastened the straps of the harness. She rolled off
of me, leaving the dick in my ass. "That was wonderful." She whispered in
my ear. "I've never had a real girl do me any better. Let me show you how
grateful I can be when I get what I want. It's obvious I'm not enough man
for you, so I'll go get Nadia to finish you off. Don't move!"

I reached down to remove the plastic thing from my ass. She slapped my
hand. "No No No, us girls leave those things in all the time while were
learning to assfuck. Tomorrow I've got an even bigger one for you. You
better leave that one in until I get back, OK?"

"OK," I said. "It feels kind of weird, but if this is what girls have to do
I guess I can try it for a while too." I answered. The truth is I was
beginning to wonder about everything that had happened since I'd hooked up
with Julie, but I was in too deep now to panic and go home dressed as a
woman.

When Nadia came in she strapped herself into the harness and continued to
pound my ass, even harder than Marla had. After she came she pulled slowly
out of my ass.

"Marla told me she let you lay down in bed while you sucked her penis. This
time I want you to do it like I do." Nadia moved to the edge of the bed,
with her legs hanging down to the floor. "OK, Angela. Get out of bed, get
down on your knees, and blow me. Worship my shitty dick like I'm the man
who just fucked you silly with it!" She giggled.

I began to work on Nadia's cock with abandon. "Look." Marla said. "Didn't I
tell you she was really good at it? As far as I can tell, she's a natural."

Marla's compliments pleased me. It's so nice to find something in life that
you're really good at.

As I sucked, Nadia and Marla made more small talk about how pretty I'd look
with a real penis in my mouth. They said my red lips were just made for
cocksucking, and that men would pay me big bucks if I ever decided to turn
pro.

The thought of having to do this for a living didn't really excite me. It
was one thing to be here blowing a plastic dick between a beautiful woman's
legs. It would be quite another to be in an alley like Julie had been,
accepting any cock that walked up with enough money for the fare. On the
other hand, using my talents on a real live dick was the only way I'd see
if I was as good at it as I thought. I knew if a willing dick somehow
wandered into my life, I'd want to get a chance to stick it in my
mouth. Maybe up my butt too.

After a few quiet minutes, Nadia began her instruction. "Angie, honey, lean
your head back so I can teach you to take the whole thing. Don't be afraid,
I do this all the time, and once you get the hang of it you'll never have
any more trouble getting dates."

I leaned back.

"Just relax your throat and try not to gag. Breath in and out between
strokes." She directed.

It was difficult at first to control my gag reflex. I was glad I hadn't had
breakfast yet. After a little while my throat began to accept the
intruder. She had to pull my head back to get me to stop.

"That was terrific, Angie! You're such a good little cocksucker. Marla,
give her a nice blowjob." Nadia said as she unstrapped the dong. "Then
dress her up and let her get to work. The kitchen and bathroom floors need
a good cleaning."

I was finishing the upstairs bathroom floor when Nadia came in to use the
toilet. "Don't mind me." She said as she pulled her skirt up and squatted
over the bowl.

I heard the piss tinkling down, then wrinkled my nose as a couple of solid
splashes echoed out. I kept busy working on a stained spot on the floor
under the sink. Nadia cleared her throat. "Ahem." She said. I looked up.

"You don't expect a girl to do everything herself, do you?" She said. When
I gave her a puzzled look she said "Come help me wipe, silly!"

"What the hell," I thought as I moved to pull paper off the pretty pink
roll. If I do this she'll have to agree that I'm pulling my weight around
here.

She stopped my hand. "Not with the paper, silly. With your tongue!" Then
she turned and bent over, presenting her smelly ass to me. When I hesitated
she said "You said you'd do whatever chores I asked, and this is the one I
want right now. Besides, you can't tell me you won't like it. Julie told me
what you two did before you came home last night. Now be a good little girl
and lick the shit off my ass.

Feeling a little betrayed by Julie, I obligingly scooted up to get my
tongue into Nadia's crack.  It was over in a minute, and when I was done
she was so clean I couldn't even smell any poop. I could taste it a little,
but the taste wasn't so bad. I figured I'd go have a diet coke to wash it
down.

"Just a sec, don't go away." she asked. I sat there with my nose in her
crack, waiting for permission to leave. I heard her grunt a little, and
then a big fart blew out into my face. "I know that's your favorite part,
so I saved it for the end. Go fix your lipstick, then meet me in my room."
She commanded as she left the bathroom. Then her head popped back
in. "Great job on the floors!" Then she was gone.

When I arrived in her room, she had me sit in the chair at the dressing
table and watch her in the mirror. She held an ice cube up to each of my
earlobes, then poked a needle dipped in alcohol twice in each ear. I was so
tired from working all day and so used to doing what everyone said that I
didn't even complain.

"You know, Julie asked me to do this for you this morning. She said you
wanted to be sexy and wear real earrings." She informed me.

"Since you were so nice to me, I'm loaning you two pairs of my earrings
until you can buy some of your own. You really made a lot of progress in
the last two days and I can't wait to see how you turn out!" Then she put
two small golden hoops in each ear.

I didn't remember exactly expressing those wishes to Julie before she left,
but the shiny earrings did make me look even sexier, and lots of men shave
their heads and wear earrings now. I figured I could live with it after I
went home.

Nadia sent me off to make dinner.

Before they let me eat, Nadia and Marla gave me a big purple pill they said
had vitamins to give me more sexual energy. After dinner we had a visit
from one of Marla's friends who carried a little medical bag. She took out
adhesive remover to get the breasts off my chest.

"You should never leave these on for more than a few hours, Angela. It
looks like you're having a reaction to them, and I'm going to have to give
you some shots to keep you from getting sick." She said. Then she took out
a large syringe and filled it with a clear liquid.  "Bend over, cause first
you get some in the butt to last until I see you again." She injected each
cheek. It stung. Then she stood me up. "This might hurt a little, but I've
also got to put some in each side of your chest to protect you for the next
few hours." I watched as she inserted the needle into my chest below each
nipple.

It didn't hurt much, but my nipples did start to become sensitive
afterwards, and I had to rub them to keep them from itching.

Julie didn't come back at all that night, and I imagined her getting
thousands of dollars for doing what she did with me for free. I slept on my
stomach for the first time in two nights, and dreamed of Julie, and of
Marla's large breasts, and of Nadia's shitty hole.

My nipples were still sensitive in the morning. There were little bumps
beneath each one. I rubbed them to try to smooth everything out. Then I
began stroking my penis. When I came I caught every drop and licked the
pearly puddle from my palm. After a few minutes I got up and brushed my
hair. I put a nice casual dress on, some stockings and a pair of red high
heels. Then I redid my makeup before I went downstairs to make breakfast.

They gave me another energy pill before I ate the breakfast I had made for
everyone. I decided I would need it, with the workout I was getting around
there.

When Julie came back later that morning she said she felt terrible for
keeping me for three whole days. She made me call my mother to tell her I
was OK and would be staying with friends for a while. Mommie sounded real
cheerful as she told me to take as much time as I wanted. "Be a good girl
and don't forget to do the housework like you do at home." She teased me
before we hung up. She had no idea.

I lost track of time, and before I realized it I'd spent three whole months
living with Julie and Marla and Nadia. I kept their house clean, and took
care of any sexual needs they had after a hard day at the orifice. They
fucked me in the ass at least twice a day, and the toilet paper bills went
way down.

Once a month the doctor returned to give me more shots. When I started
growing tits she admitted that that's what the shots and pills were for. I
was already a 38B, and fast approaching a 38C, and my boobs were soft and
stood straight out from my chest, like the breasts of a teenage girl that
had not yet surrendered to gravity. The doctor told me that later on, if I
wanted to, she could remove my testicles so all the male hormones would
stop getting in the way of the good ones she was giving me. I told her I'd
think about it.

I was asleep one night when Marla came into the bedroom. She and Nadia were
going out, and since I was the only one there, I needed to wait in the
living room and tell any men that showed up to wait for the girls to
return.

While I waited, three large men come to the door. They wanted Nadia, but
they teased me and start kissing me. One pulled my top off, and they all
admired my "little girl breasts."  They kissed my nipples and I got real
hot, but I told them to wait for Nadia. When they became impatient, they
took their dicks out and made me stroke them while we kissed.

Being desired by three handsome men felt great. I enjoyed it when they
pushed their tongues into my mouth, and their hot, silky cocks felt
wonderful after months of being pounded by the plastic variety. After about
twenty minutes they began to lose patience. "Look, bitch, we came to see
Nadia, but you can't just tease our cocks that way and expect us to keep
waiting." One said. I hadn't seen it that way, but I had to admit they were
right. I decided to blow them all.

They all loved it. I'd had months of practice, and I knew what they must
have felt when I tongued and sucked and licked their hard cocks. Three hot
mouthfuls of cum later, they threw $20 each on the table. They promised to
ask for me next time instead of Nadia.

For the next few hours, men keep coming over and I keep blowing them. When
Nadia and Marla came home to find me sucking Richard's cock, they took my
money and told Richard that if I was the one he really wanted, he could
fuck me right there on the couch. All he had to do was let them tie him up
first. He agreed, and they tied him down. Then they made me fuck him in the
ass to teach him a lesson. I loved the way my breasts hung down and rubbed
on his broad muscular back as I slid my cock in his ass. The girls took
pictures. They cheered me on, and had me pull out to come all over his ass.

Marla came over and checked his cock. "Yep, it's hard all right. I always
thought you were a pussy-boy, Richard, but now I know for sure."

They proceeded to paint his finger and toenails in a bright red color. Then
they put red lipstick on his lips, the kind that lasts all day and doesn't
rub off.

"This is just so you know we mean business." Marla said when they were
finished. They had us get into a 69 position, and took lots of pictures of
my hard cock between Richard's red lips.

Before I made him come, they told him they would show the pictures to all
his friends unless he sent them $100 a week. They also told him to keep his
toenails polished red from then on.  Every time he came over to pay he'd
have to take his shoes off to show them. He agreed, and I let him come.

When he'd finished I took the cum up and spit it in his red mouth like
Julie had done to me.  "Bring another fifty for me when you drop off the
money, and I'll fuck you in the ass again, pussy boy, OK?" I teased him.

He agreed and left.

>From then on we would play the same game nearly every night. They'd make
some unsuspecting man think he was their boyfriend, then "catch" the two of
us together. Every one of them agreed to pay. One of my jobs around the
house was to check their toenails when they dropped off the money. The
girls even let me keep the $50 bonuses, and took me out to shop for sexy
underwear in Beverly Hills.

A few months later Julie found another new boyfriend and brought him home
for our little drama. The man was my father! It made me sick to see him
caressing Nadia. He should have been at home with my mother! I was
determined to make him pay.

When I fucked his ass I was vicious. I slammed my dick in and made him
squeal. I wanted to teach him a lesson, so he'd never stray again. As he
was leaving I gave him a last big kiss.  "Thanks, daddie!" I said. "Say
hello to mommie for me, OK? Tell her I've got a nice strap-on dick she can
borrow to fuck you whenever she wants!"

I saw recognition in his eyes. He left quickly. He was always prompt about
paying up, too.  Whenever I needed an extra fifty I asked and he bent over
for me. Now I knew why my mother had so much extra sexual energy to use on
me.

When I got bored with him I called mommy and re-introduced myself. We went
out for lunch, with me paying of course, and dressed in my most
sophisticated outfit. She was mad to hear about what daddy had done, and
promised to make him pay for it. "That bitch is going to be spending lots
of time in my dirty underwear doing the dishes!" she said dramatically. We
both laughed, and it broke the tension. "I'll tell him to bring the
strap-on dick home the next time he visits you." We both giggled. It seemed
perfectly natural being there as a woman with my mother.

"You've come such a long way Angela!" She gushed. "I'm so proud of my
little girl!"

In the women's room we went into a stall. I let her see my new breasts,
which were up to a 38D and still growing.

"Such beautiful tits on my young man." She cooed. "Let me massage the marks
from your bra." She rubbed them and kissed my nipples. She sat on the
toilet with me standing in front of her, pulled my dress up, and my panties
down. "Ooh, you've got marks down here too!"

When we were done she pooped, and then realized the stall was out of
paper. "Angela, honey, be a doll and lick your mother's asshole clean
again." She requested. I was only too happy to comply. After I'd licked her
clean she squeezed out a nice big fart for me.

I giggled. "Move over, mom." I said. "It's my turn to take a shit."

 
                                                                  The End