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The next day I had sports class, so in the morning I put on my new outfit and then put on my uniform pants. The fabric of the lingerie molded to my body, hugging my skin. My dick barely fit in the front, so I had to adjust it several times before I found a comfortable fit. I pulled up my socks and looked in the mirror. The image was not foreign to me, I mean, I had seen several girls wearing similar clothes with me or in porn videos. They would wear the sexy clothes, model them, and then they would kiss or fuck. However, seeing my face now on that body was quite disconcerting, it wasn't the face of one of the girls from school or a girlfriend of mine or a porn star, it was me, wearing lingerie and knee high socks.
I started to pose. I needed to shave. I mean, thanks to swimming I didn't have as much hair as the rest of the guys in my class -we weren't allowed to have large body hair-, but still, I had several places with hair that'd look better without it. Likewise, I saw what Adrien meant when he said I had too much muscle mass. The legs, the hips, the arms... the muscles that had caused me so much pride made my body look too masculine, huge compared to that lingerie and not very androgynous, compared to my face which was much sharper. Well, I could do something about that. In the end it wasn't that I had the body of a bodybuilder, but I did have more muscle than several of my classmates.
I finished pulling up my pants and put on my uniform shirt. I went downstairs for breakfast and as soon as I finished I said goodbye to my mother and walked to school.
I immediately noticed the difference in the feeling of walking in these new clothes. I felt how it caressed and rubbed my skin. I had always worn boxers or briefs, so with these new clothes I felt practically naked, unprotected. The socks, except for the pink bow they had, were quite common, I used to wear similar ones to play soccer, so I was more used to that feeling.
I was several blocks away from reaching the school when I heard someone shouting my name behind me. When I turned around, I found myself face to face with Adrien running down the street. His backpack swung on his back as his hair fluttered from side to side.
"Wait, wait, I'll catch up with you," he yelled as he ran as fast as he could. When he reached my side, he leaned on his knees, breathing heavily, trying to calm down. When he finally did, he said, "I left a little earlier to see if... well, if we could meet and walk to school together. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, of course, let's go. But before that, are you okay?"
"Yes, it's just that..." he continued panting, "I didn't expect running with the backpack to be so heavy."
I laughed, and we started walking slowly. The weather was perfect. The sky was a vibrant blue, and a pleasant breeze fought the hot sun that was beginning to rise on the horizon. The street was quiet, with only a few other students ahead of us walking in the same direction.
"How are you, Adrien?"
"I'm doing great, just looking forward to this week ending so we can see each other after class again."
"Yeah, I feel the same way. These days have felt really long to me. But despite everything, I enjoy studying with you, even if it's in the library."
"Yeah I love it too."
"Although, if I'm honest, I feel nervous in there; it makes me uncomfortable. I mean, I know it's what we have, but I'd like to study somewhere else, you know?"
"Wow, I didn't know that Danny," Adrien replied, moving a bit closer to me. "I find it exciting that anyone could walk in and see what we're doing."
"That's precisely what makes me nervous," I replied, feeling... intimidated by Adrien, maybe?
"Hmm, wouldn't you like to be discovered?" he asked with a mischievous voice.
"No! It would be... disastrous. It could ruin every aspect of my life, sports, clubs, classes. I'd cease to be who I am and become a joke. I don't know. It's complicated. Plus, we could get into trouble for doing that in the library. Don't you think?"
"Yes, but I also think that if you didn't like it... we wouldn't do it at all. Maybe deep down... you do want them to find out and see what kind of a sissy fag you are," he said, pulling my pants down just enough to show the lingerie I was wearing underneath. I immediately pulled up my pants and turned to see if anyone was coming after us, but the street was empty. Adrien laughed. "Relax, it's okay. I'm just playing with you."
I laughed nervously and we continued walking. We were silent for a while, only broken by my voice:
"I saw what you mean about me losing muscle. I didn't realize how... masculine my body looks. Losing a few pounds in mass wouldn't look bad, I even think it would help me for swimming."
"Yeah, I mean, you look amazing the way you are. I love the way you look, but maybe stopping looking so masculine all the time might make you sexier, don't you think?"
"Maybe. I think I'll stop going to the gym for a few months and see what happens then. I didn't go the last time my friend invited me."
"You might be able to make better use of that free time."
"Like what?" We were about to enter the school's entrance.
"See you later, baby girl" he whispered and walked away through the courtyard towards the arts building, leaving me behind.
Perplexed, I went to drop off my things in the classroom. Several of my friends were in the hallway chatting by the windows, so I joined them. They were talking about the Call of Duty matches they played at night, which I had stopped participating in a few weeks ago. It sounded like a good idea to get back into it.
Then my phone buzzed with a message. I opened it, and it was a photo Adrien had sent me.
It was a school poster with large purple letters decorated in pink that said, "Join the ballet, contemporary dance, and rhythmic gymnastics club." Below, there was information about the classroom and the schedule for classes. At first, I didn't understand what this poster was about. I was about to ask Adrien if he had sent it to the wrong chat when I saw him typing.
"I think you do too many 'masculine' activities. You practice too much sports. So, I believe it's time for you to take something more 'feminine' on this new path, don't you think? I've already put your name on the list, and they expect to see you in the classroom this week."
"What? But you didn't even ask me," I hastily typed. What was this about taking dance classes? And at school, no less.
"I don't have to ask you. It's an order, Danny."
I was frozen for a few seconds. When I regained my composure, I wrote:
"All right, I'll do it."
"All right... what? I don't think that's the way to talk to me."
"All right, sir. I'll do as you command."
"Perfect, baby. That's the way I like it. You're learning your place here bitch boy :)"
It was Friday. The sun had hidden behind some gray clouds, casting a leaden hue over everything. Cloudy days were rare, but sometimes, like that day, they were appreciated. The sun could be relentless, and it hadn't let up all week.
Classes had ended, and I had no training or club activities. Adrien and my friends had already gone home, but I remained on the school even after the dismissal time. I crossed the deserted courtyard in the shade of the trees, heading towards one of the annex buildings. The silence was eerie, broken only by the sound of a bird or a squirrel running across the dry leaves. Gradually, I began to hear something more--a melody being played on a piano.
I entered the building and went upstairs, where the music was much clearer and louder. I knocked on the door at the end of the hallway. The music continued to play as a voice inside asked someone to continue until the piece was finished. Then the latch clicked, and I found myself face to face with a woman of around twenty-five. She was petite, with brown hair tied up on her head, wearing leotard and tights. She looked at me without trying to conceal her curiosity and asked without greeting:
"Can I help you?" Her eyes were piercing.
"Uh... Hi," I cleared my throat. I couldn't believe I was feeling intimidated again, I wasn't used to the feeling, it was usually the other way around. "Hi, a friend did me a favor by coming to ask for information, and as far as I understand, they told him to tell me to come this week."
The girl remained silent, which felt like an eternity to me.
"A guy came to ask for information this week and told you we said to come today?" She repeated incredulously. "Why didn't you come personally?"
"I was busy with other clubs and didn't have the time," I said without thinking much, trying to keep my composure and not say, `there's this guy who wants to turn me into a girl and wants me to take dance classes to eventually become his girlfriend.'
"But if you're in other clubs that keep you busy, why would you want to join another one?"
"On Fridays, I don't have any training, and I've always wanted to try dance. It's something that has always fascinated me."
Her eyes were trying to determine if what I was saying was true, and to some extent, it was. I mean, I enjoyed watching ballet when my parents took me to see it; I found it very elegant. Maybe taking classes wasn't in my personal plans, but she didn't know that... I hoped.
"Come with me," she replied and finally took her eyes off me.
We entered a very large room. At the back, I could see a dance studio with a wooden floor where a group of girls was doing exercises by a bar. Some of them looked in my direction, although most of them continued doing their own thing without paying much attention to me.
The woman who had opened the door led me to a small desk set apart from the classroom, where there were several papers. She took a yellow post-it note stuck to the computer and looked at me again. God, I wished she would stop looking at me as if I were a wild animal.
"Are you Dany, and the guy who came was Adrien?" she asked, alternating her gaze between the post-it note and my eyes.
"That's right."
"Are you friends with Adrien?"
"Yes, we're friends. Why?"
"Just curious. Sometimes, he helps us set up a stage or when we need to move things from one room to another. He's a good kid. You're the captain of the soccer team, right?" She didn't give me a chance to answer. "You're very different; I wouldn't have thought you'd get along, never mind becoming friends."
"He's a great guy; he's helped me with my homework and given me lessons to pass exams. I owe him a lot for that."
"Okay, I understand. Well, let me explain. Ballet classes are on Fridays after school, as you can see. Contemporary dance is on Mondays, and rhythmic gymnastics is on Wednesdays. I teach the dance classes, and a colleague handles gymnastics. Which one piques your interest?"
"I'm interested in ballet. I'm also interested in rhythmic gymnastics, but I'd like to start with just one to give it a try and see if I'm good enough."
"You can take a trial class of each without any problem. After that, you can decide which one or ones you want to continue with. Of course, like any club, commitment and dedication are expected. You can't be absent or arrive late."
"I know, I think discipline is one of my strengths. The sports coaches can attest to that."
"Okay, I'm just telling you because sometimes guys show up just for fun or as a joke, and it's very annoying."
"That's not the case with me, I promise."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said.
She asked if I had ever taken dance or gymnastics classes in my life, if I was familiar with the positions, the rules, the history, and to all of it, I had to answer no. I told her that I had always focused on sports, but now, at least in my last year, I wanted to focus on the arts as well. Which was partially true, although that argument was more Adrien's than mine. After the short interview, she pulled out a couple of papers and a pen.
"Well, if you're convinced, please sign these forms so I can enroll you." I took the pen, and despite my body's urging me not to do it because of the repercussions that would come later, I signed. "Perfect, welcome then, Dany. As you can see, today's class has already started, so it's best if we start next week." She got up from her seat and nodded for me to follow her. We went to a small storage room filled with curtains, plastic bags, and boxes labeled "The Nutcracker," "Giselle," and "Winter Festival" She opened a locker and looked at me.
"What size are you?"
"Medium. In some cases, large. I wear size 10 in shoes."
She examined a couple of packages and then handed them to me.
"Take these; they are the uniforms for the classes and the ballet shoes. If you decide not to continue, you'll have to return them. If you decide to stay, they're yours. You can try them on here or at home, wherever you feel more comfortable."
"Oh... I think I'll do it at home. I don't want to waste any more of your class time," I said, pointing my thumb towards the classroom where laughter and voices could be heard.
"I appreciate that. Well, it's a pleasure, Dany. I hope to see you soon, and that you decide to be a part of the class. By the way, my name is Juli" she answered with a kinder voice.
"Pleasure to meet you, Juli."
We said goodbye, and I crossed the room as red as an apple. I didn't even dare to look at the girls who were standing by the bar, although out of the corner of my eye, I could see that there was someone else, a guy in the back. Well, maybe that was a good thing. I wouldn't be the only man here. I closed the door behind me, stashed the packages in my backpack, and headed home.
When I arrived, I greeted my mother, and we had dinner together. I was about to head up to my room when she stopped me:
"Dany, I think some packages arrived for you. They're on the chair, and they have your name on them. Did you buy something?"
"Some socks I saw on Amazon mom."
"Very well, dear."
I took the packages and went up to my room, locked the door, and left everything on the bed. I half-closed the blinds and then opened the packages containing the uniforms. The first one had "ballet" written on it in marker, and it contained black tights along with a white, open-back leotard. In a separate bag, there were black cloth ballet shoes with ribbons I had no idea how to tie, and a suspender or dance belt that looked more like a thong. The package with the word "contemporary" contained only a gray leotard that ended in shorts and some knee-high socks. The package labeled "rhythmic gymnastics" had another leotard, but this one was made of a different material. It was red with white, shiny fabric, and it had embedded crystals and sequins that made it look very flashy. That one was my favorite. Along with it came a very short pair of shorts that seemed like they would barely cover my thighs.
For some reason, I started to feel excited about wearing that type of clothing, which was very different from the loose and comfortable clothing I usually wore. I was gradually leaving that behind to start wearing more revealing, more feminine clothing, something that a guy like me, athletic and masculine, wouldn't wear. I never thought that I would end up wearing a leotard with sequins and glitter or ballet shoes. And that wasn't all; I would stop lifting weights to move in a more feminine manner, becoming more effeminate, leaving behind my masculine and manly past. Just the thought of it gave me a massive boner in my pants.
That led me to open the packages that had arrived in the mail. The first one contained a black dildo. It was about a foot long and as thick as a water bottle. I had never tried anything like this before, Adrien's dick was big and thick, but not as big as the dildo which, no doubt, would take me to another level, open me up completely and train me to receive Adrien's dick better and, why not? To receive much bigger and heavier ones.
The second package brought something different. Adrien had told me about it once and had implied that his plan was to put one of them on me indefinitely. It was a chastity cage. I wasn't sure what model it was. The package it came in was completely black and the page where I bought it didn't say any more information about it, but it was flat, tucking the dick completely inside the body. I had seen other models that were bigger and allowed a bit more mobility and freedom, but this one caught my attention, precisely because it completely hid the dick and I liked that, as strange as it may sound. It made me feel less of a man, despite being big, manly and having a great body I was not a real man, which is why I had to serve guys like Adrien.
I made my way to my bathroom and closed the door behind me. I played music on the little speaker I had over the sink and filled the tub just a few inches. I took my razor, lathered up my body and began to shave my legs, arms, armpits, my whole body, including my pubes. When I finished and looked in the mirror, I looked much younger, cleaner. I didn't have a single hair from my eyebrows down and I loved how I looked like that. My legs and arms looked much slenderer and more feminine and almost seemed to glow.
Putting on my cage was quite a hassle. My erection wouldn't budge and that prevented me from being able to secure it, then the key wouldn't turn all the way and prevented it from fitting properly. After forty minutes I managed to get it in place and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked completely submissive, stripped of all manhood. My dick wanted to stand up at the image, but it was not possible and that turned me on even more.
I got into the tub and placed my legs over the edges with my back against the backrest. I took the dildo from its box and the strong scent of silicone sent a shiver through my body. Inside the box was a small bottle of lubricant which I applied to the toy and between my ass. I still wasn't sure how it should be applied so I did the same thing I did when I had sex with a girl, only this time I was the girl. Once everything was in place I reached for my friend's, Luca, speedo -which I still hadn't given back to him- and sniffed. His scent was still potent, it smelled of him, of man, a little of semen, a little of sweat, piss and chlorine. Something in that mixture ignited my insides as if it were a ship's engine.
I proceeded to start inserting the dildo. At first it didn't even give way inside me. It was so big that my body didn't even think it was possible for it to enter and somehow it didn't even try to open, which is why I had to force it in millimeter by millimeter. Each thrust hurt more and more, making me let out moans of pain. These became louder and louder so I had to put the speedo in my mouth to avoid drawing attention to myself. That turned me on even more as it was like I was sucking Luca. Then millimeters became centimeters and centimeters became inches and I just felt myself opening up more and more, how my manhood was leaving my body and how I imagined a man fucking me. It was so much my frenzy that I didn't even imagine Adrien, I imagined any guy sticking his dick in me, eager to ride me and satisfy himself with my body, in showing who was the alpha, who was the dominant one and how I couldn't even get an erection because of the compression of the cage.
Finally, the dildo went all the way in. The pain was too much, barely surpassed by the pleasure I felt. My heart started beating so fast I felt like I was going to pass out.
All my instincts told me to take it out of me, but a voice in my head told me no, to leave it in, to admit I was enjoying it. All my body's magnitudes accelerated and then in an ecstasy I felt myself coming. I came in a powerful orgasm that blurred my vision and a liquid began to pour out through the cage. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth on the fabric of the bathing suit and pulled the dildo out from between my legs. But I was still coming.
Intrigued I looked down at my abs and saw that what was coming out of my cage was not semen, but piss. I was pissing myself of pleasure. I wasn't cuming, I was wetting myself. I moaned at how good it felt, at how submissive I looked, at the 180-degree turn my life was taking.
I wet myself all over and before I could get up to clean myself, I fell asleep. I woke up about fifteen minutes later, still aroused and not knowing what was happening. I took off the cage and took a long, warm bath, trying to wash every part of my body as well as the cage and the dildo, trying to get rid of the smell of silicone and lubricant. I felt as if I was floating, as if I was among clouds. Finally, I got out of the bath, shaking and naked. I lay down on the bed before falling asleep again.