Man! I Feel Like a Woman! - - "TG

Disclaimer: The following is a TRUE real lifeevents. It contains descriptions of gay fantasies and cross-dressing. If this offends you or it is illegal for you to read this -- please don't read it then. Some names have been changed to protect identities.

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Man! I feel like a woman! (Part 1)

I sit here waiting to go out on an actual date with someone I met a few weeks ago. Initially, I just went out with them for sex. Since the first time, I discovered I am enjoying this person (and the sex) way too much and I am feeling that there is something else there. What I don't know, but I will see where it goes. I decided to write this to share my experiences with others.

It all started when I went to college. I met a woman in a class during my freshman year. Her name was Karen -- a communications major. Karen and I started dating and things rapidly progressed. By my junior year, we shared an apartment together.

She was always a little on the kinky side. She liked things like a little minor bondage -- being restrained while making love and the like. I was a naive kid from the Midwest; however, I was open minded and wanted to please her -- so I picked up on these skills and rapidly adapted. On more than one occasion she even had shared with me that she wondered what it would be like to be with a woman.

On Halloween, we used to go to this Kareoke bar that offered $500 dollars prize for a best costume. It was a well known local event. When you are a poor kid from the Midwest -- $500 is a very large sum of money. I used to dress up and try to win. I went my first year as Elvira, the buxom movie time hostess. I came in second and won $100. Karen and I would go together. She enjoyed dressing me up and making me look good.

The following year she helped me dress as Cher in her video -- `If I Could Turn Back Time'. She did wonders -- I looked great. The look was very real -- complete with a tattoo on my ass that she drew on with a marker. I had all sorts of guys hitting on me and several even grabbed my ass. We didn't have to buy a single drink that night. She was all giggly about it -- thinking it was incredible that I looked so passable. I lip sank the Cher song and took first place. She was thrilled. When we got home, we were barely in the door before she was all over me. I went with it pretending to be a woman. I have never seen her so responsive. Her hands were everywhere especially on my breasts. When she went to the bathroom, I ran into the bedroom and slipped into one of her sexy little teddies. When she came back and saw me she was thrilled. She led me to bed and I did everything that I could think of that a woman would do to please another woman -- going down on her, using my hands and mouth all over her. She had many orgasms that night. I hid my erection until the very end of our love making session. I enjoyed the evening as did she.

From that point forward she started to occasionally want to dress me as a woman. I would typically decline, but once in a while I would oblige her especially if I had a few drinks in me. I was somewhat concerned that she seemed to be into it that much. However, I was interested in pleasing her and I didn't mind that much. Besides, I have to admit, the feeling of satin panties against my penis, the smoothness of my hose covered legs, the look of my face when made up like a woman was arousing to me.

For the following year's Halloween party, she dressed me as Monica Lewinski -- little black dress and all. I have to admit she did another masterful job. She even gave me a blow job and put some of my cum on the dress. Guys once again were all over me. Most asking if I would blow them --

"Hey, wanna step into my oval office?"

She thought this was great. We didn't win -- there were other people dressed as Monica Lewinski and we took second place. Once again, we went home and I made love to her dressed as a woman. I would buy her lingerie as gifts occasionally. I had gone to Victoria's Secrets for no special reason some months earlier and purchased a black lace corset with matching panties and nylons. When we got home and I saw it laid out -- I have to admit -- I was starting to enjoy being dressed as a woman. When I came out of the bedroom dressed in that with a short little black silk robe I had purchase a year or so prior the look on her face was one of -- I don't know -- absolute lust. I have never seen her like that with me when I was dressed as myself.

I pleased her as I had never done in the past. Part way through the session she produced a strap on dildo and asked me to just take the act a little further and oblige her by wearing it. I did so. I have never seen her so responsive. She bucked and screamed as I had never seen her in the past. Again, we both had a wonderful time that night.

After that point, she started to want me to dress even more. I was reluctant. She asked me

"Didn't you enjoy it Halloween night?"

I really did enjoy it. I wanted to desperately to please her and I would agree to dressing perhaps once a every week or two. On occasion, we would go out in public. Shopping, trying on outfits in women's stores, sometimes dinner, sometimes a movie, etc... The first few times I was petrified. This was not like Halloween. She reassured me that I was a better looking `woman' than most of the real women out in public.

She would buy me things to wear that she could wear also. She had impeccable taste and always made me look great. I was even getting somewhat skilled at dressing myself. I have to admit I did get aroused by seeing myself dressed, going out in public and passing as a woman. She would rub my swollen cock keeping me erect almost the whole night long and when we go home I would make love to her dressed as a woman. She always enjoyed these nights out as did I. I started wondering who enjoyed it more -- me or her.

On of the best times we had was Christmas shopping. We took an overnight trip. We left Saturday with me dressed. I didn't get into my normal clothing `til we returned late on Sunday night. The whole weekend being dressed was wonderful. Breakfast in the hotel lounge. Shopping. Trying on outfits. Walking through the malls. Shopping for lingerie together. Dinner out. Out clubbing. Guys buying us drinks. Making love to her as a woman. It was all truly wonderful.

She had classmates that were lesbians -- one in particular -- Mary that was a little on the outspoken side. Mary never passed an opportunity to male bash. She didn't like me -- one, because I was a man and two, because she felt that I forced Karen into the sexual activities that we took part in together (bondage, oral sex, etc) -- male oppressing the female and all that. If only she really new who was doing things to please who in Karen and my relationship. Karen never told her of my dressing as a woman for her, or at least I never thought she did.

On more than one occasion we had somewhat heated discussions about sex, women pleasing male partners and about how women are made to feel. During one of these discussions Mary got very loud and angry perhaps due to the drinks we had, perhaps not. The conversation was about women giving men blow jobs. I was of the opinion that wanting to please your partner was a good thing as long as both people were adults and not hurting anyone else. Mary was very adamant that it was degrading to women and wouldn't have any of it. Karen started to side with Mary. I was surprised. Karen was always quite the good little cock sucker and she seemed to enjoy it. Mary said

"Maybe all men should swallow a little cum to see what it is like"

To which Karen quickly added

"Yeah! Perhaps you should see what it is like to give a blow job and to swallow!".

Well, I quickly calmed the conversation realizing that it was too heated and this was not good for Karen and my relationship.

From that point forward Karen seemed less interested in performing blow jobs and least of all swallowing. I didn't force the issue. She would occasionally ask

"Would you like to see what it is like to swallow some cum?"

She wanted to blow me and take my cum into her mouth and then feed it back to me. She actually tried to do it with once without my knowing and I got upset with her. This caused a very large riff in our relationship and for several days we didn't talk to each other.

Later in an effort to make up, I tried to appease her one night. I decided to surprise her. I came home and got dressed using all my acquired skills to make me look as best as I could. I put on a black strapless bra, breastforms, black high cut lace and satin panties, sheer to waist black hose and a slinky black dress that she had purchased for a wedding we had gone to. Black, shiny, spaghetti straps, very high slit up the side -- very elegant and sexy. I put on her fake diamond earrings, necklace and spikey heels. I have to admit that I did a very good job. This was almost as good as Karen would do. I prepared for a romantic dinner and had it waiting when she got home.

When Karen came home, the door opened she entered with Mary and another woman I had never seen before. I was floored. Mary's jaw dropped open. Karen quickly introduced me as `Jamie', a girl friend of hers from out of town. My real name is James, but I was used to some, Karen included, calling me Jamie. I saw her make a subtle motion to Mary not to let on. Mary came over and shook my hand pretending not to know who I was. I greeted the other woman as well.

We sat around had a couple of drinks and chatted. Mary asked

"So Jamie, why are you all dressed up?"

and gave me a sly smile knowing that she was putting me on the spot. Karen quickly answered --

"She is in town and having a friend over for dinner."

and shot Mary a dirty look. Mary wouldn't let it go. Mary asked

"Friend for dinner, hmmm... What is he like? Must be special to dress like that? Is he handsome? When is he getting here? Maybe we could stay and meet him?"

and gave me a sly smile and a knowing look. Karen said

"Yes, she does have to get going and I have to get changed. So you'll have to excuse us."

Karen gave Mary another dirty look and as they were leaving said something to Mary.

The door closed and she turned, came gave me a huge hug and a long deep wet kiss. She lit the candles, killed the lights and threw me on the coach. I felt as though she was raping me. I let her have her way. I wanted to please her. Later, after dinner, I agreed to let her wear the strap on dildo while I went down on her as a woman. I proceeded to perform a blow job on her as though I were a woman and she a man. She coached me through it and was very gentle -- not forcing it down my throat when I started to gag. She seemed to enjoy it immensely. Later we laid in each others arms for a long time and talked. She assured me that she told Mary to keep her yap shut or she would kick her ass. She basically told me that what Mary was saying is accurate and that she thinks that every man should know what woman are made to feel like. In a very loving tone she said

"Maybe some day you will know what it feels like to be a woman".

She asked if I wanted to see what it was like to swallow cum and I told her no. She let it go.

After that things seemed okay for a while in our relationship, but eventually she wanted me to dress pretty much full time at home, laying things out for me all the time. I told her that this had to stop progressing along this path and she got upset with me. We had a blow out argument where we both said things we regretted. Needless to say, this was the end of our relationship. I moved out several days later.

Both her and I were very deeply hurt. I missed her. I missed our love making, both not dressed and dressed. She and I would run into each other on campus and be very cordial to one another. I saw her with Mary quite a bit and often wondered if she was now a lesbian. I truly just wanted her to be happy. Mary never said anything about the seeing me dressed as a woman.

I received a call from Karen at the beginning of the following October - our senior year. She told me that she wanted to get together and talk. We met at a local coffee place and talked.

It was great to talk to her. I always enjoyed my conversations and time spent with her. We caught up on everything and truly enjoyed the moment. As it turned out -- she wasn't seeing anyone nor was I. I was getting ready to go when she said to me

"Are you going to enter the Halloween contest this year???"

I told her that I was, but I hadn't given it much thought what to go as because I had just been too busy. Perhaps Elvira again I told her. She shook her head no and mentioned that she had a great idea for a costume for me and that she thought that I would love it. She went on to mentioned that the prize for first place had been upped to $1000 this year. That certainly got my attention. Not sharing rent with someone was much harder financially.

She said that if I won we could split the prize. She told me that she couldn't guarantee that I would win, but she did think that this would be one of the best costumes that she could think of. I asked her what it was. She didn't answer and just added that she thought it would `put the Cher costume to shame'. She peaked my interest. She reassured me that she had no interest in getting back together with me -- however, she would like it if I spent the night at hers that night -- for old times sake. To which she added --

"Who knows, maybe there will be a blow job or two in it for you"

and smiled. This got my attention even more -- I loved to get blow jobs from her.

I asked her again what the costume was and she wouldn't tell me -- she just kept on saying that

"I would love it".

I asked her to tell me if I would be dressed as a woman. She said absolutely. She leaned over at that point and said

"You really will love this."

At this point I agreed it was a deal. She said great. She got ready to leave and mentioned she had a few things to get to prepare for it, but she had most everything already. I left wondering what it could be and was intrigued by the idea -- and aroused

Halloween was a few days off when she called and asked if I could come over about one in the afternoon the day of the contest to get ready. I thought that this sounded like a lot of time to get ready and she agreed and told me that I had to have my nails done so we needed the time. I agreed. I enjoyed spending time with her anyway.

Halloween came and I went to Karen's around 12:30 -- I was certainly eager to see what this costume was. I got there and her friend Mary was just leaving. She shot me a dirty look and said

"Well, the both of you enjoy tonight"

and then she looked back at Karen with what looked like a sly smile and then at me and just smiled. That was the most civil I ever recalled her being.

I apologized to Karen for chasing Mary off. Karen closed the door and said she was just leaving anyway. Right away she ushered me into her bedroom. She told me that we had to hurry because my `appointment' was for 2:30. I said

"Appointment???".

She explained it was to get my nails done. I told her that I wasn't going to do it. She said

"Look -- trust me. I know what I am doing. You want to win the thousand dollars don't you?"

in a very reassuring tone. I looked at her for a moment -- and I said

"Okay".

I asked

"What is this costume anyway?".

She told me just a bit longer and I would know. She looked at me and said in an excited tone

"You are going to love it!"

Now I was aroused. I enjoyed dressing as a woman. She came up to me rubbed my crotch and said

"And there will likely be many blow jobs during the night for you".

I had a raging erection now. Still she didn't tell me what the costume was.

She ordered me to strip. She led me into the bathroom where she proceed to smear hair removal cream all over me from my neck down. She applied some special cream to my face. I told her that I had shaved earlier and that it wasn't necessary. She said

"One thousand dollars!"

and again -- I agreed. After a short while she had me get into the shower and clean up. I came out hairless with the exception of my head. Baby smooth from face to toe.

She brought out some breastforms that we used when I dressed for her when we were together and applied them with some adhesive adjusting them very carefully for position. She gave me a matching white strapless satin bra and matching high cut panty and told me to put them on. It had been a while since I had done this and I was starting to remember the feelings of arousal. After this she gave me some sheer nude panty hose to put on. Next came a white camisole and half slip. She sat me at her dressing table as I had done so many times before. Looking down and seeing my beautiful long hosed legs protruding from the lace trim of the slip made my erection even worse. She made me up very conservatively -- kind of a soft demure look. I was wondering what the costume was going to be like. She told me that this was not how I would look this evening and that it was just for going out in public. She fitted me with a shoulder length auburn wig to complete the look. She handed me a white silk blouse and slim black skirt and I put them on familiarly. I slipped into a pair of black heels I had worn so many times in the past and she put a small pair of pearl earrings on me and a matching necklace.

I was getting very aroused now. I was starting to fondly remember what it was like to dress. You could see a bulge clearly in my crotch because of the tight fit of the skirt. She saw this and said

"The first of many blow jobs in your day".

She dropped to her knees without hesitation, raised my skirt and pulled down my panty hose and panties and proceeded to give me a blow job. All the time I saw a profile view of this in the full length mirror on the closet doors. A gorgeous leggy woman with another woman with her face in her crotch. The long lovely legs, the look of the lace of the slip against the legs, the curves of the body, the red lips -- this image was all too much for me to handle for long. I came in what seemed like a minute and I came hard. My knees buckled. I stumbled and practically fell. She got up, licking her lips, smiling and said

"I guess you liked that?"

I was breathless.

I had to sit down at the dressing table. She came over she spritzed me with some Tommy Girl. She grabbed her jacket and bag. She handed me a purse to put my cigarettes, wallet, keys, cell phone in along with a jacket. We headed out. I was still a little light headed from the blow job. I made it down to the apartment parking lot. I heard her tell me that we should take my car. I looked back and saw her videoing me. I found my keys in my purse and quickly got in the car. She got in and I asked her what was with the video.

"I thought you might like to see yourself."

I have to admit, the thought did have me interested. In all of our occasions dressing me, we rarely took pictures and never video. She had experience with video equipment from her communications course work for her degree.

We headed out to the nail salon. When we arrived we went to the front desk and were told we would have to wait a minute or two. Shortly thereafter we were taken right in. I turned a few heads which made me nervous, but when I saw myself in the mirrors on the wall I knew they were just looking at a beautiful leggy woman not a man dressed as a woman. I sat down and the girl introduced herself and got started. She asked some simple questions to which Karen answered them all including the color of polish to use. I would see Karen video it occasionally. The girl asked if it was for Halloween -- to which I answered yes. I would occasionally say something and practice my `woman's' voice. By the end of the appointment, I was becoming comfortable with talking in small sentences. I received a full set of beautiful nails with deep red polish expertly applied. They really added to the look. On the way out, the cashier apparently told Karen

"Your friend is very pretty. Is she a model?"

Karen told her

"Yes. How did you know?"

Karen was loving this as I was. I was feeling much more at ease that I was very passable as a woman.

We left the salon and instead of returning to the car in the parking lot Karen took my hand and lead me in the opposite direction. We walked down the sidewalk past all the little shops. I could see my reflection in the storefront windows. We were just two woman walking down the street. We looked like two women out window shopping. We walked for a few blocks passing people on the street. Most didn't give us a second look, except an occasional man that would check me and Karen out. I actually saw one man from his reflection in the store window checking me out after he passed me looking at my ass I believe. Karen would occasionally stop while I walked ahead a bit. The sound of the heels on the sidewalk, the guy checking me out were enough to keep me aroused. The cool feeling of the air on my beautiful hosed legs was wonderful. I was enjoying this outing very much. I had forgotten what it was like.

Karen stopped in front of a storefront doorway and looked at me and said

"Surprise!".

I looked up to see that it was a bridal shop. She opened the door and said

"You ready?"

I immediately became nervous. We entered and were immediately greeted by the sales woman. Karen introduced us. The woman asked Karen for her size to which she replied

"Oh, I am sorry. Not me -- my friend Jamie. She is a perfect eight".

I immediately got another raging hard on. Oh my god, I was going to try on a wedding gown?!?! I never shared this with Karen, but I always secretly wondered what it would be like to wear a wedding dress to see what it felt like. Some women look absolutely spectacularly beautiful in a wedding gown.

The anticipation of how I would look was incredible. I was fumbling with the excitement of what it would be like.

We were escorted to some racks where the sales woman made some recommendations after asking some questions -- long or short sleeves, modern or traditional, length of the train. Karen and I picked out not one, but several. I loved them all. I was in heaven. We took the dresses and went into the dressing room telling the saleswoman that we needed no help. She said

"Just ask it you need anything"

and headed back to the front of the store. Once in the dressing room, I had to strip to my bra, hose and panties. I had been in many dressing rooms before, but this dressing room was different - very large and open with mirrors everywhere. The stalls were large and open as well. Karen quickly helped me into the crinoline slip to hide my erection. She produced a pair of white heels from her bag. Karen had apparently planned for this little excursion.

Then the first dress. It was an elegant simple white dress with a tight fitted bodice. I looked in the mirror and could not believe my eyes. There before me in the mirror was a beautiful looking woman in a wedding dress. Karen asked --

"Well? You like it?"

I absolutely loved it! I raised the skirt to see my legs. Oh my god! The image was awesome! After a short while of swishing around -- posing this way and that. She helped me out of that and into the next dress. My erection was rock hard now.

The next dress came -- a more traditional off the shoulder long sleeve with a cathedral train, beading all over the bodice and lace. It was very ornate. It took a while to get me into it. Karen wouldn't let me look until she got a veil on me. The only thing I could do was look down to see my breasts, arms and the front of the skirt poofed out in front of me. The anticipation of seeing myself was incredible. When she did allowed me to look and I turned and looked.

When I finally looked, my jaw dropped. I was just stunningly beautiful. I looked like one of those spectacularly gorgeous brides! I moved toward the mirror to see myself more closely. As I move, the gorgeous bride in the mirror moved too. The sound and the feel as I moved -- I almost came right then and there in my panties. I put my hands on my waist and ran my hands over the bodice -- the painted nails, the breasts, narrow waist of the beaded bodice, full skirt, the long train. The look was fabulous. I looked back to Karen and she had her video camera going again and was beaming from ear to ear. I explained that I thought I might cum if I got much more aroused. She shut the camera off. Came over and asked to see me legs. Oh my god the image was indescribable! She immediately dropped to her knees, lifted the crinoline slip, pulled down my hose and panties and started to blow me right there. The whole thing - the image -- the beautiful bride, tight bodice displaying my feminine curves with all the beading and lace, the beautiful face framed by the veil, the painted nails holding up the skirt with the long legs peeking out from under the lace of the hem of the dress, the rustling sound of the gown and slip, the feel of the slip against my legs, doing this in public -- I literally came in just seconds this time.

The next dress wasn't as nice. It was kind of anticlimactic too. Karen at this point seemed bored or something. So I got changed into my street clothes and we made our exit and excuses. The sales woman handed me a card. We left and headed back to the car. I thanked Karen and told her about my secret desire which she fulfilled. She just smiled and said

"I told you to trust me."

I felt so wonderful and satiated.

Next we went to the mall. We went to the food court where we grabbed a bite to eat. We talked a bit. I asked her what prompted her to plan all this. She just smiled and said

"A thousand bucks and maybe you spending the night for old times sake".

We strolled around the mall just like old times -- I was on a high. The sound of the heels clicking was through the mall was awesome. We tried on some outfits, shoes, sniffed perfumes, went to the ladies room. It was good to see her smile and enjoy my company, even though it was while I was dressed as woman.

Before we left the mall. She said we just had to get one thing - some hose for my costume. We went to Victoria's Secrets and the hosiery displays she proceeded to pick out some off black lace top stockings and a lace and satin black thong. She smiled at me and just said

"You are going to absolutely love tonight!"

I just knew that she was going to be right. Again, I was getting aroused and could hardly wait any longer. While she was looking for hose, I went to a rack and was looking at a slinky looking sparkly mini dress marked for clearance. She saw this and asked if I wanted to try it on. I didn't reply. She took it from the rack and handed it to me just smiling.

Here I was trying on clothes in Victoria's Secrets! When I came out of the dressing room, I looked in the mirrors immediately. There were other woman about, but I was to interested in seeing myself to worry about if they saw something that made them think I was a man dressed as woman. I was hot looking, I loved the dress. Karen appeared and told me

"Your legs are one of your best assets and that dress really shows them off, Jamie."

There was a sales woman near by working on a display -- she agreed with Karen and mentioned that she saw a customer's boyfriend checking out my `assets' while I was looking at myself in the mirror. She looked at her watch and said

"Oh geez, we better get going!"

It was now like 6:30. I got changed out of the dress. When I came out, the sales woman handed me the hose and panties Karen had picked out and told me that Karen told her to tell me to check out. While I waited in line, I looked at some sales displays -- I actually purchase some satin panties for myself because of the outing and remembering what it was like to wear panties. We made a hasty exit and got back to her apartment.

Again, she was videoing me going up the stairs and to the door of her apartment. While I waited for her at the door one of her neighbors came out. She introduced me as a friend. He noted the bag and said

"Ah, Victoria's Secrets"

and smiled at me. He asked us what our plans were for the evening and I replied. She and I said goodbye and entered the apartment. I couldn't believe how comfortable I was feeling passing as a woman -- the voice, the look, everything.

She had me strip immediately and told me to take off the wig and to go wash my face. I did as I was told. I was getting aroused again because of the long awaited anticipation of the secret costume. When I re-entered the room, she had the mirror on dressing table turned so I could not see my face as she worked. She said that she wanted it to be total a surprise. She told me to get into the black strapless bra, thong and stockings that were laid out for me and to put on the short black silk robe laid out as well. She asked

"What didn't you like my choice for underwear?"

and held up the additional satin panties that I had bought at Victoria's Secrets. I was embarrassed. I explained that they were for me. She smiled and said

"That's okay. If you want something to go with it, just ask."

I sat down at the dressing table and she did her magic. It seemed like a good half hour or so. She produced and brunette wig already done up into a bun and secured it with some sort of tape to my scalp. She finished.

She stood back to admire her work for a second and then gave me permission to look. First I adjusted the dressing table mirror to see my face. Oh wow!!!! Was that really me??? I had to see what I looked like in the full length mirror. As I stood and took a look at the results. My mouth dropped open. When I saw the woman in the mirror whose mouth dropped open at the same time and whose every movement mirrored mine - I knew this was not someone else -- it was me! I have never looked this -- well -- hot. Yes, I was a hot looking woman! The sultry look, the pert breasts, the beautiful nails, the long legs topped with the lace tops of the stockings protruding from under the short little robe. I could not believe my eyes! I had this sultry, seductive almost slutty look. Dark makeup around the eyes and lots of it. Deep red lips. Blush that gave me a high cheek bone look. The woman, or rather I, looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't figure out where I had seen this woman. While I stood there admiring myself, she told me to spritz some more perfume on and to put on the earrings that were on the dressing table. I did as she asked. The earrings were simple black elegant and sparkly.

I turned to see my image in the full length mirror again. Oh my god! I looked so hot. I ran my hands up over the stockings and adjusted the lace tops. The image was heavenly and I felt very excited. She was busy getting her outfit together (a Hooters girl) when she told me to open the closet and to retrieve the box in the bottom. I did so, putting it on the bed and opened it eagerly. There was top hat with a tiny veil, long satin gloves with a kind of fringe, a choaker again with a beaded fringe, a short slinky stretch satin mini dress with a tube top, a black corset and above-the-knee black leather boots with about 4 inch heels. I was very eager to get dressed now. I simply couldn't wait any longer.

She was almost done getting herself ready and asked --

"Well, what do you think of your costume???"

I was speechless and to thrilled to finally be getting into my outfit for the night. She came over and started to help me get dressed. I wanted to do it myself. I started to put on the corset when she stopped me and told me to put the dress on first saying

"Trust me"

I did as she asked and slipped into the dress. I managed to get the corset on but needed help lacing. She had me grab the door jamb as she cinched the corset. She really had it tight. She told me to catch my breath and breath out as deeply as I could. She cinched it tighter yet. I could only breath in short shallow breaths. The whole process took about five minutes, but when she was done. Wow! I had a bosom! I had breast bursting out of the top of the corset! Cleavage even! She was absolutely right. I was loving this!

Putting on the leather boots took a bit. I could barely bend over and had some trouble getting my foot into the bottom past the ankle of the boot. I did eventually manage though. I had a slight bit of trouble standing on them at first due to the size of the heels, but quickly got used to it. Short sure steps. Next the choaker which she had to help with. Then gloves -- I thought that it was odd that I had gloves -- why the nails then. Finally the top hat to complete the look. OH MY GOD!!!!

She was absolutely right. I did love it! There looking back at me in the mirror was Shania Twain! She made me up like Shania Twain from her video `Man! I feel like a woman!'

If we were going to a Shania Twain look alike contest -- I had no doubt we would win -- I remember thinking that Shania Twain herself might even loose to me in a contest. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but I did look awesome. She did a masterful job, I really looked like Shania Twain. I told her she did an awesome job. Tall, leggy, sultry. I was looking totally hot!

I practically starting cumming right then when I looked in the mirror. What a hot looking honey she had transformed me into. I just stared at the image in the mirror. I couldn't get enough of looking at myself. I turned, walked, looked this way and that. Oh, I was in heaven! She came over, gentle brushed the erection in my groin when she again dropped to her knees an proceeded to give me another blow job. Again, the profile image of me with the slutty sultry look, the exposed lace from thigh high hose, the waspy waist with the breasts bursting from the top of the corset, it was all too much to handle for long. This time she barely got my cock into her mouth when I exploded. I grabbed her head and pumped everything I had down her throat.

She got up smiling and said

"One of many.."

to which I completed

"Blow jobs in my night"

She just smiled from ear to ear --

"Yep, that's the plan, Stan!"

She seemed to be enjoying this way too much, but I was on an indescribable high and couldn't see straight if I had to.

She put on a video tape of the Shania Twain music video in her living room VCR as she finished getting ready. I poured some drinks and had a cigarette while I studied the video. I could easily do this. We were going to win $1000!!! I kept looking in the living room mirror -- practicing the video and just admiring my look. I was really loving this. I was so happy that she talked me into this.

It was now 8:30 and the night was getting on. She told me to sit at the dressing table and recoat my lip stain that she had used. I did and loaded up the purse again -- wallet (oops needed to stop at the ATM for some cash), keys, cell phone, cigarettes to which she added -- blush, eye liner, mascara, lip stain, perfume.

I asked her about her video camera, `cause I definitely wanted to see this. She said not to worry that she wouldn't disappoint me and that I would get

"More than I would ever wanted".

She handed me a short little waist coat and my purse. She grabbed her bag and out the door we went. As she locked her apartment door -- her neighbor came out when he heard the voices. He looked at Karen, smiled, told her she looked hot. Then he looked at me, he was starring. First his eyes went to my chest and cleavage. Then he looked me up and down. He was checking me out! All he said was

"Wow! You look very, VERY hot Jamie!"

He apologized to Karen that he was slighting her for me. Wished us luck and fun and we headed out.

That was too cool. Passing as a woman and a guy thinking that I was `hot'. I was loving this already. As I walked down the hall, I stopped and glanced back and indeed, she had her video camera going. I looked down and saw these long sexy legs making their way down the stairs. They were mine!!! I was loving everything about this. Tonight was going to be great!

She wanted to take her car this time. I agreed. As I climbed into the car my skirt hiked up, the look of the legs with the lace top stockings peeking out from under the skirt was indescribable. We hit the bank so I could go to the ATM. Walking into the glass booth I saw my reflection in the glass -- I was getting another hardon again. Coming out of the bank. A couple of men coming up the walk toward me -- hooting, whistling, cat calling as I passed them,

"Hey, baby I'll make you feel like a woman".

I was on an indescribable high. I got back to the car and Karen was absolutely enjoying it all too -- she was proud of her work -- just beaming. She went down on me right there in front of the bank. Her head in my crotch, right here in front of the bank, seeing the long legs with the lace top nylons exposed -- I came in seconds again. I could never recall ever having been able to cum so many times in such a short period ever before.

We got to the bar and couldn't park anywhere near the place. Downtown was really crowded. The closest we could park was about three blocks away in a parking garage. We passed all sorts of people along the way -- some in costume, most not. Almost everyone did a double take when they saw us. The walk to the bar went past a whole series of small restaurants and bars on the street. I could see my image in the windows as we walked past. Men's heads were turning. One of the restaurants had tables in the front window. When I walked past, one man gawked so badly his girlfriend or wife said something to him and she appeared to kick him under their table. Too funny! The entire walk to the bar. More whistles, cat calls and guys hitting on me. This was really great! This was the most I enjoyed being dressed yet. I couldn't tell you whether I enjoyed dressing in the one wedding gown more or this. I was thrilled that I had gotten to do both.

Karen hung back and videoed me walking down the street with all of the men giving me looks and hitting on me. I got to the entrance to the bar and waited her. We entered together. Heads were turning. People pointing and commenting. We were creating quite a commotion. The person running the kareoke saw me and threw a light on me and said

"Ladies and gentlemen -- Miss Shania Twain!"

The place erupted with applause, whistling, etc.. I made my way through the crowd to the bar. All the way, more guys hitting on me, women commenting how great I looked, etc.. I finally made it to the bar to get Karen and I drinks when the bartender told me that two guys on the other side of the bar wanted to buy us drinks. I wasn't into it, but Karen looked at them and seem like she wanted to meet them so I accepted.

We went over and joined them. We talked for a while. After a drink or two, the guy on my side of the table kept on putting his hand on my thigh. The other guy kept on grabbing Karen. She seemed annoyed so we thanked them and said goodbye. They gave us their numbers and I told them

"We will call."

As we left them Karen said to me --

"You lying little tramp!"

and we chuckled together.

During the night, we sang along with the songs, drank (always drinks waiting for us at the bar from guys) and talked to people. I was getting a lot of attention as was Karen. When I finally had to go to the bathroom, I went to Karen and asked her

"What do I do? The bathroom is really crowded."

The place was packed and it wasn't like in the mall. She told me --

"Just like all us girls -- we go together."

She led me to the ladies room. We waited in line a while -- something I pity women for. We finally entered the ladies room. Certainly much cleaner than the men's room. There were two woman just leaving. I had to wait in line a short while for the stall to open up. All the time I was waiting there, I was able to see my image in the mirror past the women adjusting and primping themselves at the sinks. Finally, a stall was availible. I entered the stall the woman had just vacated, lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and did what I came there to do. While I was in the stall, I heard some girls come in and they were talking about who they felt had the best costume. All but one thought

"The girl dressed like Shania Twain"

I heard another voice say

"The one dressed like Shania was just using sex to win. It is supposed to be best costume -- not sluttiest outfit. All of the guys are like drooling over her, even Timmy - that bitch!"

I finished. Pulled on my panties, adjusted my stockings and skirt and left the stall. When I came out -- the conversation went silent. Karen was just standing there with a knowing smile and shot me a sly look. I went to the mirror and looked at my hair, touched up my lip stain, adjusted my breasts slightly and turned to the girl that apparently called me a bitch and said

"Honey, I am not interested in your boyfriend. I am just here to win a thousand bucks."

I turned and walked out. Karen immediately came up to me, kissed me on the cheek and said

"Welcome to the more catty side of women. Promise me, though -- No cat fights tonight."

We both laughed. Gosh, I was having fun with her.

As the night progressed -- I got up and I sang `Man! I feel like a woman!' and I got a standing ovation. More drinks. Hugs from guys. Yes, again -- some guy tried to grab my ass. I guess I was finding out what it was like to feel like a woman. Karen was videoing things.

Needless to say -- I, or rather, we won the $1000 first prize. On the way out, Karen mentioned she had met someone who told her about an after hours and invited us. I was feeling no pain and neither was Karen. She said she would like to go just for an hour or so. Karen had been so wonderful all day. So I agreed. We got back to the car and she helped me touch up my makeup.

We got there, it turned out to be a fraternity at another school. I was somewhat uneasy about this, but I could fake it for an hour or so for Karen. Especially after everything I had been through today. When we entered, it was your typical after hours. People, music, drinks, pot smoking. Many of the guys were looking at us as we came in. No sooner did we get in the door and Karen whispered in my ear

"Your bulge again".

She escorted me upstairs and walked down a hallway that headed toward a bathroom into a vacant bedroom. We entered and she closed the door behind us.

I asked

"What are you doing? Here?"

She told me to trust her as she sat me on the bed and rubbed my crotch. It had been hours since my last blow job and I was eager. She produced a blindfold from her bag, put it on me, whispering

"Have I disappointed you yet? Trust me"

as she tied it. Once blindfolded, she rubbed my crotch again. Next thing -- I heard an unusual noise and she did something to my ankles. I felt her take me wrists and guide them down between my legs. All of the sudden I heard this clicking sound and felt something on my wrists. I could only sit up partly. My wrist were secured some how. Next she started to give me a deep French kiss, she stopped momentarily. As I groped for her tongue and lips with mine, I received something in my mouth and I felt her pull something tight behind my head. I thought -- What the heck??? I felt her go between my legs, go under my skirt and pull down my panties and started to blow me yet again. Again I came quickly. However, without the visuals -- it wasn't as exciting.

I could feel her replace my panties adjusting my cock. She pulled back down and adjusted my skirt. I think she got up and did something in the room for a minute. I could hear occasional noises and I started to wonder what was going on. Why wasn't she undoing the restraints? Did she pass out or something? Did she have that much to drink??? I tried to talk, but could only produce muffled groaning sounds with whatever was in my mouth. Finally she came back and removed the blindfold. I looked and discovered I was directly across from a bureau with a mirror. What the??. What was this?? There I was ankles handcuffed together with a bar separating them and my wrists hand cuffed to that by a chain. I recognized this -- we used this gear a year or so ago during one of her bondage sessions. In my mouth was a big red ball secured by a strap around my head. I shot her a quizzical look.

She then took more things from her bag. What the hell was going on??? Why isn't she undoing this stuff??? Out came red ribbon or sash like a beauty queen in a pageant would wear. She held it up so I could see -- it read `Happy Birthday' in large glittery letters. I immediately thought -- who's birthday? My birthday was in the spring and hers was in January. Again I gave her a puzzled look. She fastened the sash around me and said nothing as she carefully adjusted it. I struggled with the cuffs to no avail. She looked at me and told me that I might as well not even try as it was very secure. Besides, if I made too much noise people would come look what was going on. She looked at me and said

"Perhaps tonight you learned a little what it is like to feel like a woman. Well, Jamie, now you are really going to get a good taste (-giggle-) of what it is like to feel like a woman."

I started to feel very vulnerable and frightened. She wasn't sounding like this was some kinky game of hers. Next, she pulled out what looked like a greeting card from her bag, opened it and started to read.

"Happy Birthday Nick! I know I haven't been in touch with you lately, but I wouldn't forget your birthday. I had a friend hire a hooker for your birthday present. She is paid for an hour. She will blow you and as many of your friends as you can fit into an hour. She takes a while to warm up, but she can swallow as much as you can feed her. Again, Happy Birthday -- Jake"

I was getting scared now. She knelt down looked me straight in the eyes and said

"Jamie - uh, I mean Shania (-giggle-). I promised you many blow jobs in your night. This is totally true. What I didn't tell you was that you would be giving the majority of the blow jobs!"

Terror rushed over me. I started to struggle and tried to yell. It was fruitless.

She told me that she recommended that I do a good job or they might think something is up. If they were to reach under my skirt they would discover my little secret' and might not take to kindly to some gay' guy duping them like this and would probably beat the crap out of me. She told me to think back on what I learned during my little dildo sucking lesson and to `Practice, practice, practice'.

She bent over and whispered in my ear

"Shania dear (-giggle-), Man! Are you gonna feel like a woman!"

and she started to laugh loudly. With that she tucked the card into my bosom and exited leaving the door wide open.

Oh my god! What had she done? This couldn't be happening. Looking in the mirror just brought me back to reality. Seeing as the bathroom was at the end of the hallway it would only be a matter of minutes before Nick's birthday present was found. I was about to become a fraternity house boy toy unless I did something quick.

I franticly studied the shackles. They were locked and very secure -- this was not some cheap piece of crap -- these were real handcuffs and very solid. The chain to my wrist was some how wrapped around the leg of the bed. Maybe if I got that free I could do something. I tried. I stood and lifted the bed. When I did the chain to the wrists lifted as well. Damn! Try it again! More carefully. I looked and struggled in vain. Nothing -- It wasn't even close to coming off the leg of the bed. Even if it did. What then?

Oh my god, I could hear voices coming now! The voices stopped. I looked and struggled again. Where was the damn key!?!? I heard one of the voices again! Closer still! NOOOO!

A tall skinny guy walked past the open doorway, did a double take and for a brief second I thought he would walk right by and then he stopped came back and stepped into the doorway.

"Hello there Shania honey! I saw you come in. Looks like you made yourself right at home. Happy Birthday, huh?"

He took the card that was tucked into the top of my dress, studied it for a second then he yelled down the hallway

"Hey guys come take a look at this! Hey, someone get Nick!"

My heart sunk. I was about to learn to be a woman.

In the matter of seconds, the doorway filled and then they started flowing into the room. There were at least a good dozen that I counted. Then I heard someone say

"Hey, here comes Nick!"

He entered with Karen's friend Mary at his side. I thought -- was she in on it too? She took one look at me and just started smirking. She definitely recognized me. It looked as though she was trying to keep from laughing and she looked away. I could tell she wanted badly to laugh, but she contained herself. Oh please, let this be a bad joke that Mary ends right here!

The tall skinny guy gave Nick card and explained how he discovered me. Nick opened the card and read. A smile grew across his face.

"Hey guys! Listen!"

and he proceeded to read it out load for everyone. At the end he announced --

"Blow jobs for everyone!"

My heart sank. Panic swept over me.

The group of guys cheered, hooted and hollered. Nick made some comment like

"Jake is one hell of a brother, man!"

Mary suggested

"Hey, why don't you wake up all the guys. Might as well get Jake his moneys worth."

She looked at me and smiled. Oh great! There weren't enough here already!!!! She made a comment like

"Well, I don't need to hang around for this. Happy Birthday Nick"

and pecked him on his cheek. She headed toward the door, stopped and said

"Hey, why don't you give her a real `Trick or Treat' and pop her up the ass!

What is she going to do? Tell the Dean? Well, you boys enjoy your NIGHT FULL OF BLOW JOBS."

Hearing that let me know she was DEFINITELY in on it -- those were the exact words Karen had used. She said good night and started to leave. On her way out she looked back, made a blow job motion pretending she was pumping a cock into her mouth and bulging her cheek with her tongue, stopped and blew me a kiss, winked and smiled -- walking away shaking her head and chuckling. No one saw anything though. They were all gawking at me. Drooling! Eager to have the sultry slutty looking hooker dressed like Shania Twain blow them.

They started to converse amongst themselves what to do and how to do it. Everyone agreed Nick should be first. He came over examined the ball in my mouth and removed just the ball leaving behind something that held my mouth wide open. I felt terror rushing over me. Oh my god -- I am going to be forced to suck a guys dick. I shook my head and tried to say something. Nick pulled back and looked at me puzzled for a second. He dropped his pants and underwear and there I was -- face to face with a partially erect man's penis. He told someone to hand him the card he placed on the bureau. He produced a key from it that apparently had been taped to it. Oh please Lord -- let him just turn me loose and let me leave. He leaned down and said

"I'm gonna undo your hands here. If you do a good job, we might loosen more of them."

With that he undid my hands from the chain that tied them to the bar between my feet. My hands were still cuffed together as were my feet, but I could use my hands at least.

He came toward me again. This time I put up my hands to push him away. As he push toward my mouth with his cock, I reach out and accidentally gently grabbed his cock -- it was fully erect now. He didn't hesitate. He came right at me and started to guided it into my mouth. No! Please No!

I have never sucked another mans dick before. He pushed forward and entered my open mouth. I could feel the warm head of it in my mouth. He groaned slightly. He pushed harder. His cock slid into my mouth further still. The warmth and velvet skin as it slide over my tongue was strangely -- I don't know - pleasant. He pushed forward as his cock slid further down my throat. He stopped and pulled out till the head was all that remained in my mouth. He groaned. Back in a again.

"Oooh, baby your mouth feels great."

I heard the voices of the others

"Yeah!" "That's it" "Take it all"

Out again. I looked up. He stopped and reached behind my head and removed the ring that held my mouth open.

"Can't suck too well like that can you???"

Before I knew it he was in my mouth again.

I didn't know what to do. He commented that I didn't seem to `interested in my work'. I thought that I better do something -- I better start pleasing him. I grabbed his sac and started to fondle his balls.

"Ooooh!"

When he pulled out I grabbed his cock and held it as the head was in my mouth. I started to lick the head with my tongue like I had learned in the dildo sucking session with Karen.

"Oh baby!"

He rapidly slid it in, then out again.

"Oh yeah!"

In and out. The pace got faster. I started to focus on the head licking all around it and sucking. The motion of his hips combined with my sucking and they seemed to synchronize with one another. It was as though I was bobbing up and down on his dick! I began putting a little motion into it. I WAS bobbing up and down on it!!! I was like some porn star in a skin flick!! He gently grabbed the back of my head and kept pumping into my mouth.

I felt him begin to tense and heard him moan deeply. I felt his cock twitch and I realized that he was going to cum. Panic flooded into my head. I was going to receive a mouthful of cum if I didn't do something quickly. I stopped sucking and began to try to push him from my mouth. His grip held me tightly and after a few deep thrusts he started cumming in my mouth. In a fraction of a second, his cum filled my mouth. Warm, slippery, sticky, salty cum. He kept pumping. I couldn't keep up with it. He kept pumping as his cock twitched again. I didn't know what to do. I bobbed and sucked. It started to leak from my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed hard as he pumped. Then the slurping, sucking noises from my mouth. His pace slowed. The taste of his cum filled every corner of my mouth. Salty, slightly bitter and warm. I have never tasted anything like this. His pumping slowed as did his twitching of his cock. I gently licked him clean. He retreated. The guys were all going

"Yeah!", "Oh man!", "Oooh, she is warming up!"

Oh my god, I just sucked a cock!!!! AND I SWALLOWED HIS CUM!!!! I was too mortified with the whole thing. All sorts of thoughts rushed through my head. My mouth felt kinda funny -- never tasted anything like that -- kinda salty and metallic almost. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it might, but I had enough. I wanted this to end. I wanted to wake up and for this to be a bad dream. I looked up and they were all eager to be next. I heard someone say

"That took like five minutes. There are like fifteen of us, we better speed this up."

Oh my god -- I thought -- FIFTEEN! Someone jumped to the front and put their dick in my face. I looked up to see the skinny guy. I reached out with my hands, mouth open. As he pushed forward my tongue greeted the base of the tip of his cock as he slid into my mouth. He took like two seconds before he was fully erect and grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my face. I wasn't doing much work. He was literally fucking my face!! I applied some sucking and greeted the underside of his dick in my mouth with my tongue every time he entered. The slurping, slorking, sucking sounds again. I looked up at him and he down at me. Moments later he blew his load. I sucked and swallowed so hard and yet it wasn't enough it. It started to dribble from the corner of my mouth. I heard someone say

"This is taking to long. She won't be able to get to all of us."

Too bad I thought.

"Undo her hands so she can work on someone else cock while she sucks one".

I was on another planet. It was too much for me to handle. Being called `she' -- a prostitute no less, sucking not one cock, but now two. Swallowing their cum.

Next thing my hands were undone and my gloves pulled off. I worked the next guy with my mouth and one hand while the next in line placed my hand on his cock and started to stroke it. I looked up and the audience was captivated and aroused. I occasionally could catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror when the view wasn't obstructed by the person skull fucking me. The red lips, sultry slutty looking eyes, my bosom, red painted nails. I was watching what looked like Shania Twain giving a blow job to one while stroking another. I was terrorized with what was going on, but at the same time captivated with the image.

There was one strange looking kid standing there stroking his own cock. Right then the one in my mouth started to cum. Then I heard the one I was stroking say

"Oh, I'm going to cum"

He stepped forward and tried to get into my mouth, but I was late removing the first from my mouth and he blew his first two jets on my face before I finally got him into my mouth to receive the remainder of his cum. My mouth and throat were totally flooded with the two men's cum.

The strange looking kid came up and blew his load on my chin and breasts. When I finished with the one in my mouth, I reached down, wiped it up with a swipe of my fingers and licked them as they watched. They seemed to love it. I similarly cleaned the cum from my cheek and chin lapped it up without hesitation.

"Oh baby! You love swallowing cum don't you?"

someone said.

One after another, I sucked, stroked and swallowed. One guy the others called `Big Hank' - he was a big guy, a football player type. When he opened his pants and I saw that -- I couldn't believe it. It looked to be about nine inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. I remember thinking to myself, I CAN'T DO THAT! Initially, I had trouble just getting it in my mouth. I just sucked the head. He started pushing and I did manage to get it about half way down. He held my head and moved me to his needs fucking my mouth slowly then fast all the time getting deeper. I was making a sound like someone plunging a toilet now. Finally when he started to cum, he just buried his cock down my throat. I could feel his jets of cum hitting the back of my throat. I almost gagged but relaxed my throat and just tried to swallow. As I swallowed, I realized I was actually using my throat muscles to stroke his cock! I was becoming an accomplished little blow job artist. I looked up to see him looking down at me and felt as though he was feeding me his cum. He pulled out as I caught my breath.

The next guy had ordered me hold all his cum in my mouth, I didn't swallow, I just sucked it and gathered it into my mouth. I had trouble keeping it all in my mouth and it dribbled from the corners of my mouth. He pulled out, told me to open my mouth and show it to him. He rubbed his dick around my mouth smearing his cum all over and shooting one last jet in my nose. All of the guys giggled at this. He told me to swallow it and clean him. I did. I was a whore.

This went on seemingly forever. I lost count. The thought of my release had left my mind. My mind was elsewhere. I was strictly concerned with doing a good job' in hopes of gaining my freedom and so that they wouldn't think that anything was up. I found myself studying what seemed to turn them on the most. And I practiced, practiced, practiced'.

We were thankfully nearing the end when Nick came back and told everyone to leave. I don't know what the final count must have been -- maybe fifteen like someone had said. He closed the door and gave me a towel to clean up a little. He asked me my name and I told him in as feminine a voice as I could manage with my throat having been fucked and painted with cum. I was hoping that he was going to set me free and that the hour was up.

"Well, one more time Jamie and you are done".

I nodded in consent. I started slowly and gently looking at him. I was even talking

"Oh baby, Ooooo yeah"

as I kissed and caressed and stroked his cock. I had been working him for several minutes. He was very erect now and I could feel and taste his precum. I had gotten pretty good at getting them to cum pretty quickly and I felt that I would be swallowing his load in several minutes when all of the sudden he pulled out. He helped me up from to my feet, unfastened the bar between my feet from the bed post. With that he threw me down on the bed rolling me on my stomach.

"Jamie, time for a little Trick or Treat like Mary said"

NO! Damn that bitch Mary. She had to say something and give them this idea! I pleaded

"No. Please."

I struggled, but I couldn't do much with the bar in place fastening my feet together. I struggled more. He told me to relax. He pulled up my skirt and I felt the cool air hit my exposed ass.

Quickly he had his fingers in my ass working them. I have never experienced someone's fingers up my ass before. After a short time, it started to feel good somehow. Oh my, I thought, he's done this before. I started to enjoy the sensation even though it was somewhat uncomfortable, but also -- it felt good too. Then he pull out his fingers and started to enter me with his cock. The reality of being about to fucked in the ass set in again. Again, I said

"Please. No."

as I tried to squirm away. He just said

"Oh yes"

as he forced himself on me. I was being raped. I tried to get away. Where was I going to go??? I could have fought him tooth and nail, but somehow I just wanted it all to end. I submitted to him. Then he started to enter me -- he used something to lubricate my entrance. Then he entered me, at first I thought that I would get ripped in two. The pain was incredible. Then the pain subsided only to be replaced with a strange sense of fullness -- it started to feel good. He started very slowly. Shallow and slow. Then with each penetration he would go deeper still. I started enjoy each penetration. I found myself starting to work with him. Pushing back as he entered me. I began moaning, groaning and saying

"Oooo! Yes! Yeah! Deeper Nick!"

as he and I pushed together. I wanted him deeper in me than he was. I couldn't get him deep enough into me. If he rammed it straight through me so it came out of my mouth, I might have felt he was deep enough. No matter how hard I pushed -- I could get enough of him deep enough into me.

I must have looked and sounded like some sort of bitch in heat. I was loving it. It felt exquisite. He grabbed my waist and was now banging me at a fever pitch -- I could sense he wanted to cum badly. I could hear the slapping sound the skin of our bodies made as we pounded together. I reached around with one hand trying to pull him deeper into me. No matter what, I couldn't get him deep enough inside of me. It was as thought there was a spot just beyond his penetration that I needed to get him to hit. He pumped furiously and I pushed as hard as I could back. Oh did it feel exquisite!

"Ooooo! OoooOOO!"

I groaned. He gave me one of several final jabs to get as deep as he could when all of the sudden he let out a cry

"Aaaahh! Ooooh! YEAH!"

Then I felt his cum paint my insides. Oh, I have never felt such a feeling before. I let out a high pitched scream

"Aaaaah!"

and I pumped up and down on his rod as I felt his hot jets of cum paint and fill my insides. I was in heaven. I didn't want it to end. I pumped furiously knowing that it might end soon. He tried to pulled out. I held him as best I could and pumped and squirmed on his cock. I really did not want him to leave me. Finally, he pushed me off of his cock forcefully. He said

"You trying to kill me?"

and collapsed on the bed. I crawled over to him, took his cock into my mouth and gave it a tongue bath. Within minutes he started to get erect again. So I kept slowly working it within a minute he was fully erect and started pumping his dick in my face. I sucked `til he came again. It took him a while this time. He whimpered and flinched as I sucked and licked clean his cock swallowing everything and loving it. I gently sucked him dry until he went flaccid in my mouth.

I just lay there for a moment with my head on his stomach when I realized that I was trying to get my freedom and what I had just done. I had totally forgotten! I had become some sort of cum guzzling little cock sucking whore! I was totally into it!! I pushed the thought from my head and just laid there with Nick and his warm seed deep inside me. I could still feel its warmth.

After a moment he stirred and said

"Well, bitch, as Jake said, you are quite the little cocksucker. Can I get your number? Maybe you would like to do a party sometime? How much do you charge?"

He reminded me that he thought of me as some one paid to suck cock. I felt degraded. I just asked if my hour was up and he told me yes -- we actually went a little long with that last blow job that I gave him. He uncuffed my ankles and handed me a clean towel as I cleaned up and straighten my skirt, got my gloves, jacket and things. I grabbed my purse. Gave him a peck on the cheek and wished him Happy Birthday. As I came down the stairs, I saw most of the men whose dicks I had sucked sitting in the living room. There were women there to, they were whispering to each other -- probably explaining

"She is a whore who just blew all the guys".

A roar went up from the guys, the gave me a standing ovation chanting

"Shania! Shania! Shania!"

I hurried through the front door and made as hasty an exit as I could, almost stumbling as I ran down the front stairs. I practically ran down the side walk and down the street.

I felt so degraded. So treated like a sexual play thing. I almost began to cry. Man! I feel like a woman!

I started to head down the street when I stopped and I realized that I had no way home. Karen! I went back and looked for Karen's car. Nothing! I looked in my purse and all I found was the makeup and note. I found a light and read

"By now you have had your night full of blow jobs ;-) and you are starting to realize that you need to get home -- no money, cell phone or car. Good Luck. Perhaps you can trade a blow job for a ride? Love, Karen"

I started to walk. It must have been about 4 AM now. I lived on the other side of town at least a good twenty or so miles away. I started to wonder why Karen was doing this. Because we broke up? Because I didn't want to get into sucking cock while we were together? Because she wanted me to know what it was like to feel like a woman??? Because Mary talked her into it??? I was getting upset and it wasn't helping.

I thought back to what I had just been through and I started to get somewhat aroused. What is this? Maybe I am gay? No. Put that thought out of your head I told myself. But I kept thinking about Nick fucking my ass and how it felt. Mmmmm.. Now, I could feel the seed Nick had left behind was starting to leak out my ass as I walked. I had to use a restroom. A short walk later, there was an all night convenience store. Thank god. My feet were killing me from walking in the heels and Nick's cum was oozing from my ass. I was becoming quite uncomfortable now. I went in and asked to use the restroom. The guy directed me to the back. As I walked toward the back, I saw him watch me in those mirrors that they use to deter shoplifting. I used the restroom, got cleaned up. It took a few minutes -- Nick's semen had become quite the mess. Now I know what women feel like after sex. I felt really filthy. I started to freshen my make up to make me feel less filthy and to take my mind off of things, more perfume, straighten out my outfit. Surprisingly, I did feel better.

I was looking in the mirror when I started thinking about what it had felt like to suck a mans cock and to have one fuck me up the ass. I was getting aroused again. I don't know exactly what I found arousing. The image of myself in the mirror was definitely a big part of it. However, something about having pleased a man as a woman was a major part of the arousal. Being a woman in both my appearance and actions, having excited the man with those tools, the power and control that allowed me to exercise over the man and then - pleasing a man. The fact that I made them want me so badly that I could bring them to an orgasm. Some, like Nick, not once, not twice, but three times! I did find this part of it a large part of the arousal. Looking in the mirror I thought to myself -- I did know what it felt like to be a woman.

I went back out and asked the attendant his name. He told me his name was `Roger'.

I told him my predicament of no ride and no money. He told me that he would give me a ride when he got off at seven, but he couldn't leave until then. I asked him if he could give me some money. He looked at me like `are you kidding?' He said

"Well, maybe we can work out an exchange of money for services?"

I said "Huh?"

He said -- "I'll give you twenty bucks to perform a service"

My mind thought back to Karen's note and I thought to myself `I already swallowed what seemed like a quart of cum. What is the harm in a little more?' I told him thirty bucks. He agreed and literally ran to the door, locking it putting up a sign that said

"Back in five minutes"

I saw a clock -- it was now about 4:30 AM. I had to get going it would be getting light soon.

As we walked to the backroom, I said to him --

"Five minutes huh?"

He just smiled. I walked ahead of him and felt his eyes on me -- I swung my hips and paid particular attention to my walk trying to make it as feminine as I could. When we got to the backroom, he closed the door behind us. I took off my jacket and hat setting them aside. I slowly removed the gloves as though I was doing a strip tease or something. I just looked at him. I approached him slowly and rubbed his crotch and looked into his eyes. He certainly was ready. I dropped to my knees in front of him as though I was worshipping him. As I looked down I saw the lace tops of my stockings. I was getting off on this. I looked up at him, as I undid his belt and zipper and slyly smiled. I asked him if he liked how I looked. He told me he

"God, yes!".

His breathing was labored and short. I could see the effect I was having on him. I talked to him as I reached into his pants.

"Do you like my nails?"

I asked as I began to rub his cock through his underwear. He was very aroused now.

"Do you like my lipstick? How about my perfume?"

as I started breath on his shaft through his shorts. He just nodded yes to everything -- he was totally entranced. He was just totally ready to fuck me. He was totally erect now -- rock hard.

This is what kind of power women have over men?? I liked the feel of power and control.

I gently pulled down his shorts exposing his fully erect cock. I greeted it and began to kiss and lick the side of his shaft. I took it into my mouth and ever so slowly and gently started to suck it. I felt it respond to the touch of my mouth. I removed it and slowly stroked his cock up and down with my hand as I looked up at him with a lusty look saying

"Mmmm. Yum."

With that I took the head of his dick into my mouth gently sucking and working it with my tongue, looking up at him the entire time. I groaned a muffled

"Mmmmm"

I twisted and rotated my head as I licked and sucked the head. Then I slowly bobbed up and down, first sliding my tongue down this side, then next on the other, slow then fast and back to slow again. I pause when I deep throated him and twisted my head from one side to the other as I slowly pulled back sucking gently. I stopped with the head again and worked it as he moaned

"Oh my. Mmmm. Yeah."

I removed him from my mouth, looking up at him as I lick the underside of the head.

"Oh yes"

I said as I stroked him and took him back into my mouth.

I worked him deep throating, bobbing, stroking, slurping, working the head like a tootsie pop -- all the tools I had practiced earlier. When I sensed he was ready to blow. I pull back and just massaged his sac. I was teasing him!? I went back to work after a minute of teasing. It didn't take long until he erupted. All night long I had quite a diversity of cocks explode in my mouth. But his, he just kept cumming and cumming. I am sure that it wasn't, but it seemed like it must have been thirty or so blasts before he stopped. My, did he unloaded a lot of cum! It tasted different then the others -- it went down smoother -- sweeter I guess. I was enjoying it! No, that can't be. Just get that thought out of your head I told myself. I just kept sucking him until he forced me off of him.

Well, when I got up from my knees he thanked me. He said

"That was the best blow job I have ever gotten. Thirty bucks was a bargain!"

With that he handed me the thirty bucks. I felt -- I don't know -- pleased inside -- I was happy that a man felt my blow job was worth thirty bucks!! Ah, money. With this I could get a soda to drink, cigarettes and a taxi ride home. After I got dressed, I purchased some smokes and a soda. Roger even called me a taxi. I went outside while I waited for the cab and had a few smokes. While I paced back and forth, Roger talked to me. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me. He was talking small talk. Where I was from, was I a student, could we get together again, etc.. He really wanted to fuck me and I was loving it.

I practiced my `walk' and stance to be as much of a woman as I could. As I paced, I thought about having some fun. I dropped my matches and bent down to pick them up. I made sure my ass was aimed right at his face, kept my legs together bent my knees a little and picked up the matches. As a looked back over my shoulder -- there he was staring -- he didn't even try to pretend he wasn't looking. I reached behind me to pull my skirt back down as I stood back up. Yes! It had hiked way up when I bent over -- way past the tops of my stockings. This made me happy. I turned looked at him and said

"See anything you like???"

He just smiled and blushed a little like he had been caught in the act. Roger tried to get a phone number and asked if would like to go out some time. He gave me his number and soon the taxi came. It was now about 5:15 AM and would be light soon.

As I climbed into the back of the cab, I saw the driver eyeing my legs as my skirt lifted. As I closed the door to the cab, I looked back to Roger and, decided to have some more fun -- I blew him a kiss and waved goodbye holding up the piece of paper with his number.

The taxi meter seemed to go up much quicker than I remembered from my last taxi ride. The driver kept looking back in the mirror at me. He started some small talk. What I was doing dressed so hot, What a very pretty girl like me was doing alone, why out so late, why I wasn't with a guy, etc. I decided to have some fun with him too. I was enjoying things very much now.

I turned on the light in the back of the cab. I then took off my gloves and went to my purse and retrieved my compact and lip stain. I didn't need a touch up, but I thought I would give him a show. I looked in my makeup mirror pretending that I didn't notice him starring at me. I then took my fingers and examined my lips. I pretended to have some trouble steadying my hand to apply my lip stain so I slid my knee up so my skirt hiked up exposing my lace top stockings. He was getting quite the show now. I could see him craning his neck to see in the rear view mirror. As seductively as I could manage, I applied the stain to my lips -- pursing my lips, rubbing my lips together, etc. His mind wasn't on his driving now. I noticed he had some trouble staying in the lane of the road more than once. I finished and slid back into the seat when I looked straight at him in the mirror and said --

"Did you enjoy the show?"

He looked at me a replied

"Yes, very much."

With that I took my index finger, inserted it into my mouth, licking it with my tongue, closed my lips around it and slowly, seductively drew it out sucking it. With that I slide back into the back seat, shut off the light and straightened my skirt. I felt so powerful right then and there. I also was very aroused too.

By the time we got to Karen's apartment, the meter already read $20 and I wasn't even home yet. I only had about $24 after the soda and cigarettes. I hurried in and got to her apartment door -- it was locked. There was a bag just outside the door with a note on it labeled `Jamie'. I opened the note and read.

"Dear Shania, Only a little further now. Having fun yet??? --Love, Karen"

In the bag I found my keys, but no wallet or money. I rifled through the bag a little, it was full of all of the things that I had purchased for Karen over the years -- nightgowns, lingerie, clothes, etc... Nothing else though. No wallet, cell phone, not even my clothes -- nothing. I looked in the parking lot and my car wasn't there! Damn! Back to the taxi.

Now the meter was up to, $24 dollars already. That was about all I had. Okay, I could give him some money that I had at home. A little while later, he finally got me home -- we were at $35 now. I went in a threw off the jacket and hat. I ripped the place apart -- nothing. I could have sworn I had some bills there. I always threw whatever I had in my pockets in a tray on my dresser. I search franticly in the house.

Nothing.

I walked back to the curb where the taxi sat waiting. I noticed my car in the parking lot. I went to the car and looked everywhere -- nothing. Karen must have used my keys and taken the money from my apartment, car, etc. I went back to the cab. Now the meter was reading $39. I explained to the driver and asked if I could give him a check? He pointed to a sign that read `NO CHECKS, NO ...' He paused for a moment and said that

"Perhaps you could pay me some other way. What else do you do other than a show?"

and smirked at me. Not Again!? Is this night ever going to end? I wanted so badly to get in and go to bed. At this point, I thought, what is one more blow job? I was getting used to it and deciding to blow him was a decision that came very easy now. I didn't hesitate or think twice about it.

I told him

"Let me in and maybe something will cum up."

He opened the front door for me eagerly and I climbed into the front seat. He immediately unzipped his pants. I reached into his open fly and massaged his swollen member. I pulled out his cock and started to stroke it. He started groping my breasts and tried to kiss me. Later I would recall thinking to myself that it was strange, I really didn't want to kiss him, but I didn't think anything about blowing him and swallowing his cum. He pushed my head down in his lap as I took his dick into my mouth. His hands were everywhere. He went from my breasts, to my waist, to my ass, to my legs - he started to reach up the inside of my thighs and heading toward my little secret'. I pushed his hands away and started to really give it everything that I had to take his mind off of exploring anything other than my mouth. I lollipopped his head. I deep throated. I slurped and sucked his shaft. He kept groping me. I worked for what seemed an eternity and struggled to keep his hands from my secret'. Pushing his hands away with mine. I needed to end this. I started to bob up and down on his cock furiously making all of the slurping, sucking noises I could make. I had discovered that most men seemed to really enjoy this. He started to groan and his hands seem to slow down their exploration. I deep throated him and slowly twisted my head from side to side. A short while later, he blew his load.

And blow did he ever. I had the head of his dick in my mouth when I felt the shaft jerk and spasm as he started to cum. With one jet, he filled my mouth! My mouth didn't accommodate all of his first jet, as I felt some go shooting past my lips. I needed to swallow harder. I reacted as quickly as I could, but it wasn't fast enough. I felt it splash inside my mouth with such force that some hit the back of my throat! More leaked free past my lips. I kept bobbing and swallowing. Again! And again! He came strong only a handful of times, but it was a lot of cum very quickly and I couldn't keep it all in. Then he started to subside -- I sucked him dry and polished him clean. A heard noise. As I picked up my head from his lap, I noticed there were flashing lights inside the cab. I turned to look.

Oh no! It was the police! And there was an officer approaching the cab. I quickly turned around. He started to zip his fly while I sat up turning back forward in a panic. My first thought was to run. Run?! Where to??? How?? The officer came up to the car while the cab driver was still trying to get his pants buttoned and belt buckled.

"What is going on here?"

"Nothing!" the driver replied in a hastened nervous tone.

"This woman and I here were just talking Officer"

"Where do you live miss?" the officer asked.

"Right here"

I replied as I pointed to the apartment house. I had trouble talking clearly with my throat freshly painted with the drivers huge load of cum. I still felt the slippery slimey cum in my mouth and on my lips as I spoke. I was almost blowing bubbles with his cum.

He asked me for identification which I didn't know where mine was still. I explained to the officer that my ID was in my apartment somewhere, but I had misplaced earlier in the evening and hadn't yet had time to find it.

"Get out of the car please -- both of you"

As I opened the door to get out -- I noticed my skirt was way up now past the lace top of my stockings. Jeeze! How much worse was this going to look??? He asked the driver for some ID. Oh my god! When was this night going to end? I am going to jail, I thought.

Now there were lights coming on in my apartment house and it was light out now. People looking out and blinds and curtains moving. There I was standing on the curb, for the whole world to see in broad daylight. A second later, Mrs. Atwell the landlord from downstairs appeared in the apartment house doorway dressed in her robe. Oh god no! She approached the officer and asked what was going on. The officer asked Mrs. Atwell if I lived here as I had told him. She looked at me and studied me for a second. I realized she didn't recognize me as was about to tell the officer that she didn't know me. I had to do something or I was probably going to jail when I just blurted out

"Hi Mrs. A"

in my ordinary voice. She paused for a second, looked me up and down and when all of a sudden a smile came across her face. She laughed and said

"James!? Oh my god! I did not recognize you."

She chuckled out loud.

"I thought you were woman? Yes officer, he lives here, upstairs, one of my better tenants, rent always on time,..."

The officer cut her off and replied

"He?"

She said

"Yes -- you know Halloween last night and all".

The cab driver looked as though his eyes were going to jump out of his sockets. He handed the driver back his ID and said something to him. The driver looked back at me as he opened the door to his cab, shook his head, giving me a dirt look, rapidly got in his cab and left. The officer told Mrs. Atwell to go back inside. She headed back to the apartment building.

The officer approached me as I stood on the curb arms folded in my best womanly pose. I don't know why I was doing this -- he knew I was a `he' now. He said that he suspected something else was going on when he came up on us in the cab. He took out his notepad and took my name and address. He told me that I could go, but warned me the next time that I would end up in jail for at least lewd public behavior and perhaps even worse. He asked me if I understood. I tried to make like it wasn't what it seemed. He stopped me and again warned me that next time I would go to jail and asked me again if I understood. I nodded and said I understood. He told me I was free to go.

As I started to turn to go, the officer nodded to me, pointed to the corner of his mouth and said

"You have something here on your lips"

He walked away shaking his head. As I headed back to the apartment -- I reached to my mouth and -- Oh God! -- there was the drivers cum around my mouth and lips. Busted! I felt so humiliated -- well -- like some cum swallowing slut of a prostitute just caught in the act OR maybe a gay guy out dressed as a woman out to fool men so I could suck their cocks. I thought for a minute, that is exactly what I had become that night. As I walked up the walk, I thought and breathed a sigh of relief -- I was home -- thank god -- just a minute more and I will be safely inside. I wiped the drivers cum from my face and licked my lips. What if that officer had arrived thirty seconds sooner? The vision of me bobbing up and down on the drivers cock with the officer looking on flashed through my head. Oh my god! I thanked my lucky stars and walked up the stairs to the apartment building.

I went in with Mrs. A and she just couldn't get over how good I looked - going on and on and making a fuss. I acknowledged her as quickly as I could and made my excuses and left. When I looked as I headed up the stairs in my apartment building almost everyone was looking now. I quickly scurried upstairs to my apartment embarrassed now.

When I got inside my apartment, I opened the bag I retrieve at Karen's apartment again. Inside I found not only all sorts of lingerie that I had purchase for Karen over the years together, but sex toys, wigs, perfume, jewelery, everything. Tucked away at the bottom inside the panties I had purchased earlier the prior afternoon was another note.

"Jamie,

I always secretly wanted you to know what it feels like to be a woman. Now, if everything went well, you do. You should have a taste (ha ha) of it.

Perhaps we can do this again some time.

Love,

Karen

P.S. Do you like to suck cock now??? How about swallowing??? "

This whole thing was a set up from top to bottom.

Man! I feel like a woman!

I looked in the mirror in my bedroom and looked at Shania. I put on one of the sexy night gowns she had put in the bag. I let down the hair that had been in a bun all night. I stood and admired myself in the mirror. I looked even hotter than before. I adjusted my pose so I could see the lace from the stockings peeking out the slit up the side of the night gown. When I went to bed and I found my money, wallet, cell phone under the pillow on my bed. I masturbated wildly thinking of the events of the night. I thought to Nick and the sensation of him fucking me up the ass and I came very hard. I caught all my cum in my hand and feed it to myself. Karen had gotten her wish. I fell a sleep.

When I awoke later, again I wanted badly to masturbate. This time I used the strap on dildo. I secured it to a chair and lubricated it with some KY jelly. I slowly lowered myself onto it. Oh the feeling was bringing back memories. I slid up and down on it as I looked at my image in a mirror and masturbated. It didn't take long before I came. Again, I gobbled up my cum. I could get enough of it. I fell asleep again. I hadn't slept that deeply in a long time.

Several weeks later I got a package in the mail. It was from Karen. In there right on top were some still shots she must have printed from her video camera -- me getting dressed at her apartment, me leaving her apartment dressed, me getting my nails done, me window shopping downtown, me trying on wedding dresses -- standing there veil, long train with a smile from ear to ear, me dressed like Shania Twain, me talking to guys at the bar, oh god no -- me in the fraternity house bound and gagged, me sucking men's cocks, one - me with my mouth open, full of semen, looking up, smearing a cock on my lips covered with semen, me getting a dick buried up my ass, me apparently through a window on my knees blowing the all night market clerk, me blowing the taxi cab driver. Oh my god. She had planned the whole thing and chose spots to video everything from. This was worse than I ever would have imagined it could be.

Yet, it got worse.

I found a note, the minidress from Victoria's Secrets and a DVD. I was hesitant to play it but did. As it started I read the note. The note was explaining the setup. I looked up as the DVD started -- It had titles. Jamie Becomes a Woman' It started out showing me getting dressed as a woman that afternoon at Karen's. Karen had cleverly shot and edited it so that there was no shot of her at all. None! No trace! It looked like I was a crossdresser getting dressed for a night out. She edited out anything that made it look like I didn't know what I was doing -- it really looked like I was very practiced at it. I could not believe it. There I was getting my nails done. Window shopping alone downtown. Oh god, trying on wedding dresses and posing -- checking out myself in the mirror -- I did look like one of those simply gorgeous brides. The image of me as a bride brought back wonderful feelings. I was getting aroused watching this. Shopping in the mall, trying on the minidress at Victoria's Secrets, standing in the line, looking at and buying some panties and hose. Then back to the apartment. Me standing there in my bra and panties putting on the stockings. Me admiring myself in the mirror. Me getting dressed as Shania Twain, me walking around the apartment like that having a cigarette and a drink. Watching the video, practicing and mouthing the words. Me walking across the apartment parking lot heading to the car. Me at the ATM with the guys hitting on me. Me walking down the street. Talking to guys. Me having drinks with those guys in the booth -- just me, not Karen. All the night she would sneak shots of me without any glimpse of her to make it look like I was some crossdressing gay guy. I was apparently so diverted with the excitement of me dressing like a woman -- I simply hadn't noticed her videoing all this. Next, me signing Man! I feel like a woman!'

Gulp. NO! Me in the fraternity house -- video -- edited down. You could tell I sucked a lot of cock that night and swallowed a lot of cum. She expertly edited it so all you saw were the scenes where I didn't look like some sort of novice. I looked like I had done this forever and enjoyed it thoroughly. I was really getting turned on watching myself blowing guys right and left. I had a raging erection now. Then me with Nick. Me talking to him as I started to blow him -- `Oh baby. Oooh Yeah.' Nick fucking me up the ass. Oh my god. I was groaning and moaning like some bitch in heat --

"Oooo! Yes! Yeah! Deeper Nick!"

Watching it, it really looked as though I was a woman that needed a good fucking, getting fucked up the ass and loving every inch of Nick as he buried himself in me to the hilt. The look of me, the lace from the stockings, my face, my earrings swinging back and forth wildly as he pounded himself into me, me clutching the bedding as he pounded away. Me grabbing Nick and pulling him into me as he came. Nick screaming. Me squealing with pleasure and squirming on his cock not letting him leave me. Me cleaning Nick and blowing him yet again! I was so into it! I couldn't believe my eyes! Me walking into the convenience store. Me blowing the clerk and looking like I was loving it, looking up at him and talking to him. I looked like I was an expert cock sucker now. My bobbing up and down, slow then fast, pausing as I deep throated him, twisting and turning my head from side to side. Me milking him dry as he exploded in my mouth. Him pushing me off of him -- it looked as though I didn't want his cock to leave my mouth. The clerk handing me money, oh no. Then the cab driver scene complete with the police arriving, bodies flying apart in the front seat. The final scene was me walking up the walk to my apartment hips swaying.

Next, came a `music video' me dressing as Shania Twain, signing and sucking and getting fucked all to the music of

"Man! I feel like a woman!".

It was like some X-rated video. Me bobbing up and down on cocks to the tempo of the song. Nick pounding me up the ass in time to the music. It ended with the shots of the guys blowing their loads on my face and chest -- then -- it end with a slow motion shot of me with my mouth open full of cum, smearing the cock around my mouth looking up at the guy. I was some kind of cum guzzling whore -- but a guy dressed like a woman too.

Then Karen appeared.

She explained that all of this was a long thought out plan. She really wanted to make me feel like a woman and that Mary helped her. I could keep all of the things she had packed in the bag and wear them `til my heart was content. She said that I certainly seemed to enjoy wearing them more than she did. Perhaps I would like to wear them on a date with Nick or the convenience store clerk. She chuckled.

She also told me that she thought that I made an amazingly hot looking woman. She commented that she was even surprised herself. She also went on to say all she had intended to do was to get a little revenge. She had no idea that I was such a good little cocksucking slut. She never dreamed in a million years that I would respond like I did. She was amazed that I got into it so well -- especially when Nick fucked me up the ass. She said that she would never forget this -- especially, since she had all of the footage to remind her when she wanted. She speculated that perhaps I had done it before. However, she thought that I would make a lovely bride some day. And maybe my mother would think the same when she watches the DVD she sent her.

My heart sank. Oh my god. Please tell me you are joking. It still wasn't over!

Yes, she said mom will love to plan that wedding. She asked me to promise her that she would be invited. She said she would even love to help me pick out the gown -- not white of course -- she laughed out loud. Maybe she could be the Maid of Honor. She went on to say I did seem to enjoy Nick a great deal maybe there was something more there than just sex. Mary was in the background making moaning, groaning noises and saying

"Oooo! Yes! Yeah! Deeper! Oooo Oooooh Nick!",

finally squeeling in a high pitched voice like I had done

"Aaaaah!"

and laughing hysterically. She said that since I did such a good job and I seemed to like that dress at Victoria's Secret -- she bought it for me and said that it really did show off my legs. In the package was also my half of the prize from the Halloween contest.

Then her and Mary got up, started to dance and sang `Man! I feel like a woman!' They both fell on the couch holding their sides, rolling around and laughing hysterically. I felt so used.

Then at the end there were credits! And in very small print. A web site. No!! Please no!

Needless to say. Yes, there was a website -- It was titled -- `Jamie, Be Cums a Woman'. High res stills, streaming video, sound clips, captions - the whole nine yards -- it was all there for the whole world to see. The theme was I was some sort of cock sucking crossdresser looking to see how many dicks I could suck in one night. There at the bottom of the first page -- a site hit counter. OH MY GOD! 23,456! No 23457, 23458... It just kept going up as I looked on. I felt so violated. I cringed with each increment of the counter. My heart sank. I felt humiliated and violated.

Since then, thankfully, the web site has been taken down, but there is no telling who could have seen it, downloaded it, republished it on another web site or whatever. The last time I looked before it was taken down -- the counter was over 40000. Those pictures, videos, etc could be anywhere in the world! The person sitting next to me in anyone of my classes could be going home and masturbate looking at the images of me that he downloaded wishing he was the one blowing his load in my mouth or up my ass. I truly felt degraded, but at the same time excited.

Since that fateful night, Jamie has gone out with Roger. However, that is another story. ;-)

Man! I feel like a woman!

The end.