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The Costume, Part Two
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I then felt a pressure against the area directly between my legs.
Suddenly, there was an intense heat that went shooting up to the
pit of my
stomach. What was he doing? I opened my eyes, and he was on top
of me.
His face was directly over mine. He was so close. The first
thought to
enter my mind was to kiss him. I tried to resist, but I seemed
to be
driven by some
internal desire. My mind was becoming more and more foggy with
each
thrust of Cary's hips, and I was being swept away by the
sensations. The
kiss was ecstasy. Our tongues were twirling against each other,
and I
completely forgot that I was a man and accepted my situation of
being
female.
When I gained my next glimpse of sanity, I felt what like
should
havw been
Chuck growing, and I thought that this would certainly end now.
I was
wrong. I suddenly felt myself become very wet, like a woman, and
something did grow, but it didn't interfere with his rod. In
fact, it
increased the sensations I was feeling to a point where I thought
I was
going to faint. Cary's head seemed to be sliding above mine, and
we were
no longer able to kiss comfortably. I arched my head back and he
bent his
down. It was then that I got the most horrible yet fascinating
feeling of
my life, as Cary's penis suddenly slid into me. The feeling was
wonderful, but I subconsciously knew that it wasn't possible.
It felt as if a void, of which I was unaware, being
filled. I was
revelling in the feeling. Cary then started to slowly move back
and
forth. I found myself moving in rhythm with him. I then heard a
sound,
it sounded like a woman during sex. I was ready to push Cary off
when I
realized that it was I who was moaning. Listening more closely
to my
voice, I noticed that it was at least two octaves higher than it
should
have been and much smoother and sexier than I was used to.
Suddenly an increasing tension and desire took over, and
I
couldn't think about anything. This sweet tension was building
and
increasing, and I could not get rid of it. My whole body was on
fire, and
ice cubes were sizzling everywhere. His cock seemed to expand
even more,
and I felt a sudden jolt. I then felt something driving in
further. That
was all I could take, and a flood of sensetions exploded
throughout my
body. It was like my body was having an earthquake, and, just
when the
tremors seemed to be dying out, they would suddenly increase
again. This
kept happening until I passed out.
When I came to again,I was being shaken. Mona was there,
and she
said, "Time for the party." I shook my head groggily. I was
greeted by
locks of my strawberry blond hair falling in my face. "Boy, you
were dead
to the world. I had twenty customers here today, and you didn't
even move
once."
Thank God, it had all been a dream. I was still a man,
and I'd
just had the strangest dream of my entire life. Something was
still
bugging me, though. I suddenly realized what it was. The
strange
tingling sensations from my dream were still with me, even though
the
other discomfort had gone.
I looked around the room. I found a clock, and it said
that the
time was 6:00 pm. My God! I couldn't believe I had I slept that
long. I
couldn't get over the tingling feeling, though. It was as if
every cell
in my sex zones was alive, especially in the area of my breasts.
I
noticed that all the make-up and disguise were more comfortable
now,
almost natural or like it should be the way it was.
I jumped with a start, I hadn't been thinking about my
surroundings, and I realized I was sitting on the john. My next
thought
was that men don't sit down to pee. I then remembered what Mona
had said
she had done to me. I then wondered how I was going to pee. I
then noticed
that the lattice work suit was off and was laying on the floor of
the
bathroom. That explained one part of my question but didn't tell
me how I
could pee from my retracted penis. I saw that the piss was
coming from a
point which I couldn't see and, therefore, assumed to be my
retracted
tool. Part of my visual problem was that my breasts or, rather,
my
costume interfered with my line of sight. Then there was the
fact that if
my penis were pulled into my scrotal sac, it wouldn't hang out or
down as
far. I could hear a tinkle in the water, however, and I felt a
definite
sense of relief. I then wiped myself and stood up.
While my mind pondered why I had wiped myself after a
piss and
went through the events of the last few hours, something else was
going
on. I began to get concerned when I realized what I was doing.
I was in
front of the mirror and was touching up my makeup! I shouldn't
even have
known how to put
make-up on, much less how to fix it. But I found that the less I
thought
about it, the more it just came naturally.
I was concerned because I'd never had mental lapses like
these
before. I always had known what I was doing and why. Suddenly,
however,
I was doing things that I shouldn't know how to do and not even
realizing
that I was doing them. What's more, I didn't remember taking off
the
lattice work suit or putting my clothes on after I used the
bathroom.
Just as I was thinking about how strange everthing was: my
body's
feelings, my mental lapses, my new found feminity, and my sexual
turn-on;
Mona showed up at the bathroom door.
"Time to go to your little party," she said. Cary was
standing
right behind her, holding a leash. Suddenly, all I could think
about was
that I needed to get next to Cary so he could put the leash on
me. Why
was I thinking that? Despite my confusion and hesitancy, I found
that my
body was moving over to Cary. As a matter of fact, my body
seemed excited
by the nearness to Cary.
"Cary will make your disguise complete. No one will know
who you
are," Mona was saying.
"Will you...," I started to say, but sudden confusion
overwhelmed
me. What was wrong with my voice? It was so high and breathy.
I was
starting to get a chill up my spine.
"Will you be coming?" I finally managed.
"No, and don't worry about your voice. It's the effect
of that
pill you took before sleeping. It has changed your voice
temporarily,"
Mona reassured me.
I don't know why, but I was becoming sexually excited,
only in a
way
that I had never experienced before. This excitement should have
disturbed me, but that fact only got me more turned on. I was
feeling
sexual arousal toward Cary. That truly should have disturbed me,
but it
didn't. I was getting a tingling feeling in breasts that were
fake, and
an itching sensation in my crotch, but not an erection. God, I
wanted
someone in me. I was horny as hell, but I was not feeling like a
man
should.
I had another lapse, and I was already outside with Cary
the
Conan, who was in an outfit that fit my appellation better than
the
clothes he had worn earlier. He was in a leather vest with fur
trim and
leather shorts with some fur that hid a rather noticable bulge.
On his
feet were sandles that had laces which criss-crossed up his
shins. As we
walked down the steps, I was fascinated with my breasts and the
way they
jiggled. It struck me as odd that I was feeling the tugging and
bouncing
of what should have been silicon implants as though they were
part of me.
Another nagging difference was the absence of the small bounce
from down
below. I began to wonder if I really had a penis left down
there.
As I bent over to get in the car, I got another feeling
that
raised by level of sexual arousal. The sway and downward pull of
my
breasts were turning me on. Many other things about my own body
were
turning me on, things that I had never noticed as a man.
Sitting in the car was another new feeling. I felt like
there
were small pillows beneath my butt, and they seemed to spread out
to the sides
when I sat down. Part of me was saying, "My hips are too wide,
and I have
fat thighs." Another part was saying, "What a sexy body! I love
those
curves." I also noticed that my back was positioned flatter
against the
back of the seat and that my breasts hid most of what was below
from
sight. Once again, the thrill of sex sent waves through my mind
and body.
I had never seen breasts, from this angle, and the sight excited
me. I
also was proud of my breasts, and, as a male, I wanted to touch
them.
I was pulled out of my attempts at auto-eroticism by
other
thoughts. Thoughts that did not seem my own and should have sent
me into panic.
However, they did not. Instead, I took them as mine and obeyed
them.
These thoughts told me how I was to act at the party (like a sex
starved
slut), how I was to approach men (rubbing and caressing them with
all of
my body parts), and how I was to respond to their proposals
(promise them
something later). They also told me how I was to work my way to
one
person (my friend Bryan) and what I was to do to him (have sex
with him
and satify him anyway he wanted). They left me with the feeling
that more
would come later.
When I looked down, I noticed that my left hand was down
at my
crotch with fingers edging under my garment. It was very moist
down there. Had
I wet myself? No, not enough for that. I reached in farther,
trying to
re-arrange Chuck, but I couldn't find him. Suddenly, my finger
slipped into a
crevice. I found something in there that felt like a very tiny
penis, but
there was no way that any drug could have made Chuck that small.
I was
touching it, and I noticed that it started to grow but just a
little. At
the same time, my right hand was near my breast, and a finger or
two had
found their way to my nipple. I felt a respone there also. The
nipple
was pushing out against my dress and showed as a little point.
I became very conscious that this shouldn't be happening.
They
are not my breasts, just silicon paste-ons. Then,... My mind
went blank
and I felt a sudden thrill of pleasure. "What was I so worried
about?" I
asked myself. I sat back with my arms to my sides and relaxed.
I spent
the rest of the drive to the party in an expectant bliss.
Sorry about the bad formatting. I will fix this in the future.
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