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Related article: $90,000 By BeaGentle Reader.Please don't read this if you are under eighteen years of age. Also? If you are looking for graphic sex or S&M, you won't find it here. This is simply a low-key, hetero, transvestite fantasy. . . .I was so close. I had $82,675.49.Naturally, I had stolen it -- there was no way I had come by it honestly - but, in some ways I had earned it. Humiliation, regardless of whether you like it or not, can make a lot of withdrawals on your ego bank.I first met Pat and Dorothy when they came into the piano bar, one night that I was filling in for Edna, the regular pianist. I'm not in her league as a piano player, the owners knew it, I knew it - but they were willing to pay me, and it was a way of making a buck. Also, I needed all the bucks I could get as I hadn't had a winner in quite some time, and my bookie friends were starting to make some very unpleasant noises.I had seeded the tip glass with a couple of dollars, but was barely getting by. Uncensored Lolita Toplist A loudmouth broad kept stretching my memory with old tunes. I don't mind that, but she kept calling out "Hey Edna give us ...such and such a tune". In loud asides to Uncensored Lolita Toplist her friends she'd confide "Edna's not up to her usual standard tonight". I felt like slapping her one, but the way the manager and everyone else was kissing her ass, I knew that it would probably be my last gig in that place if I did.She finally left, but did pay her way, lurching over to me and stuffing a fifty down the front of my shirt "Thanks honey" she gurgled "But try and look prettier next time".What can you do? I smiled a big smile and said a not-very sincere "Thanks", then settled down to close out a quiet evening. About then, I noticed Pat for the first time - a small, burnished red head, with a money-glow about her. Her companion, Dorothy, as it turned out, was gorgeous, very feminine and beautifully dressed. Pat hardly talked to her, however, her attention on me. I was flattered at first, but gradually got very uneasy. There was something predatory about her, and I started making some really bad errors on the keyboard. I finally finished the set, jumped off of the stool, and headed outside for a smoke. When I got back, they were the only two customers left, so it was real difficult to ignore them, especially as they'd moved right up close to the piano. Dorothy started yakking to me, and she was hard to avoid. Friendly, chatty, and didn't seem to notice my mistakes. Gradually, I started relaxing.They invited me to join them for a drink when I finished. I was still nervous of Pat, but accepted. I hadn't been sitting two minutes when she transfixed me with an enigmatic smile "Back home in Texas," she drawled "A woman calls a man Edna better look out for her life. How much she give you to make up for it?" I smiled weakly. "Go's with the job, I'm afraid. Fifty bucks." "Must be a great job." she said softly "You get told to pretty yourself up, and get called by a woman's name for fifty bucks. Suppose I give you a hundred, will you put a dress on?" Dorothy spoke up "Oh, c'mon Pat, you're making the poor guy blush. We're not all as rich as you. Fifty bucks means something to a lot of people, you know".Pat spoke to her, out of the corner of her mouth. "I'm serious. I'm not used to men like this." She turned her attention back to me. "I'm very rich. Are you married?" I looked at her in astonishment, then tried to laugh it off. "No. Don't know anyone crazy enough." "I'm not crazy" she said calmly Uncensored Lolita Toplist "but, for reasons of my own, I want to get married. You're available, and look interesting, so let's do it".There's no sense in going into details. I was like a rabbit in front of a snake. She's small and slightly built, but carries herself with the confidence of a Mike Tyson. Within three weeks, I was Uncensored Lolita Toplist ensconced as her husband in her luxury condo. All of a sudden, I was in the money. At least, that was the way it seemed. She made no attempt to keep her business conversations private. What I heard made me blink a couple of times. This woman was rich - VERY. Properties spread all over the United States. A stock portfolio that sounded as if it was more than a couple of million, more jewelry than she could wear. I soon found that I had access to a lot of dough, but only for housekeeping expenses and the like. According to her, she didn't agree with the concept of having servants - except, of course, her husband. Quickly, I found myself in the position of being totally subservient to her - a house husband.She didn't, however, give me even that honorific for long. After a period of doing the dishes Uncensored Lolita Toplist and cooking the meals, I accumulated more chores - like hand-washing (and giving a 'light' touch-up with an iron) to her undies. At her urging, Dorothy coached me in some of the finer points of sewing repairs - and somehow it just seemed natural for her to start teaching me how to crochet.In bed, all activities were initiated by Pat. She started to refer to me, laughingly, as her "squaw man", that became "squaw" in a fairly short time. She had a manicurist, Lisa, come up every week to do her nails. Then one time Pat bitched that my fingernails had snagged one of her favorite blouses while I was ironing it. From that point on, I became one of Lisa's regulars too. I didn't mind too much, it was a break in the housework. Lisa wasn't too used to doing men's nails though and, after a while, my hands started taking on a rather feminine appearance. I was also sure that the 'clear'varnish she said she was putting on had more than a touch of pink in it, but thought better of commenting on that..I had a terrible shock one day. In the walkway I saw two of the bookies i had been dodging. Luckily, they didn't see me. If they had, I could have suffered a couple of broken legs. It dawned on me that they probably lived there, and that it wasn't too smart for me to wander around the complex. I became even more of a stay-at-home. About this time, I started stealing from the housekeeping. I wasn't too proud of myself, but there was tons of money around and Pat didn't appear to take too much notice. I snuck out one day and set up a personal account at a local bank. At first, I just stole with no objective in mind. As I saw the balance rise, however, it dawned on me that I could pay off my debts, run away from Pat, and start a new life. All I needed was $90,000.Months went by and, as I got closer and closer to this amount, I guess that I got carried away with myself. Keep in mind that apart from Pat and Lisa, the only person I saw on a regular basis was Dorothy. She was, and is, one of the most feminine people that I have ever met. Constantly well groomed, a charming self-effacing personality, and totally immersed in fashion and make-up.One time Pat took me over to her flat to help clean it for a party she was throwing and I happened to see the fantastic quantity of clothes hanging in her closets. I was also astounded at the obvious quality. She had to have a fortune hanging there I thought. She and I gradually became good friends over this period.Believe it or not, I had never came close to guessing the real relationship between the two of them. It never dawned on me then, when I was making comments about Dorothy's feminine traits or how nice she was, that Pat could have read meanings into what I said that didn't exist.Then I got the new bank balance - eighty two thousand and change. A month at the most, and I was gone. I guess that I started feeling macho, or something. That day, I made a mild pass at Dorothy - put my arm around her shoulder and tried to kiss her. To tell the truth, I had never been that aggressive as far as women were concerned. In fact, with Pat I had become totally submissive in our lovemaking. It had actually got to the stage that I was given a series of girls names while she was on top of me - Pamela, Geraldine, Christine, were some of her favorites. Just the month before, I had been introduced to the joys of wearing baby dolls - fluffy, frilly, beribboned ones. "If you're gonna act like pussy in bed, you may as well dress the part." was Pat's reasoning. "These'll maybe remind you of how you're not supposed to act. When you begin to behave like a man, maybe I'll let you dress like one." Needless to say, this progression into feminine nightwear and more passive behaviour in my relationship with her did little to increase either my aggressiveness or masculinity.Maybe with Dorothy, her obvious femininity - and my increasing acceleration into the same state, jolted my remaining ego into, at least, a pretence that I still thought of myself as a man. She pulled back from me, and sort of shook her head. "What are you doing?" She asked, with a sort of bewildered expression on her face. Red faced at the rebuff, I tried to talk myself out of it. "Well... You really are a most attractive woman.." "I didn't know you liked women." She said. It was my turn to be puzzled. "Well.. I married Pat, didn't I?" She put her hand to her mouth, giggled. "You better not let her hear you say that..." Then a dismayed expression crossed her face. "Oooh! I'm sorry! I thought..." Her voice tailed off. "Thought what?" I asked, astounded by the way the conversation was going. What are saying? What are you talking about?"She sighed. "I'm sorry - but I don't really think of you as Pat's husband.." She sighed again. "More like her.. her.. wife." My mouth dropped open, and she hurriedly started talking again. "Well, you're so sweet - and nice - and you do the things that wives do for their husbands - look after the house - and you're friends with me, for goodness sake .. I sort of look on you as my ...my..""Oh God!" I wailed. "You think of me as your GIRLFRIEND?" She looked down at her feet. Nodded. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. But Pat talks about you as if you were a girl - calls you by girl's names sometimes. She's even had me buying nighties for you. Do you like them? I've been dying to ask." She looked up at me again. Shrugged. "Can you blame me for thinking you're .. kinda girlish?" Totally destroyed by these revelations, I mumbled something. I truthfully don't remember very much of what followed, except that she put her arm around me and comforted me. When she left, we were almost back to a normal footing.The following day, Lisa appeared out of the blue. Pat wasn't there but I didn't mind - gave me a chance for a little chat. Lisa seemed more pre-occupied than usual while working on my manicure , but I didn't pay any attention until she released the hand she'd been working on. I saw the false nails, long and scarlet, that now graced my hand. "What.. what are you doing?" I stuttered."What Pat told me." she answered, picking up my other hand. "It's a new shade 'Crimson Tide'. She wants you to wear it for tonight." "What's tonight?" I asked, too stunned to pull my hand away. "Don't know." she answered laconically. "After I finish with you, you gotta read this." touching an envelope that was sticking out of her smock pocket."You've made a mistake " I laughed, reaching for it. She put her hand over her pocket, and looked at me coolly. "Just settle down, squaw. I'm going to finish your nails then, per Pat's instructions I've to make sure that you put some Chanel #5 on your wrists and behind your ears. Then you get to read it." I could only look at her in astonishment. She was too large for me to argue with. Some thirty minutes later she left me, scarlet nailed, and smelling discreetly of that well-known perfume. She had stood by, with a slight grin, watching me touch the perfume behind my ears and circle my wrists the way I'd seen Dorothy apply perfume. She blew me a mocking kiss as she left.I opened the envelope. Squaw: You are in shit up to your ears. You have two options: 1. Run away, and make sure I never find you. 2. Go to the back bedroom. There are clothes on the bed that I want you to wear. Put all of these clothes on. If you have any sense, you'll pick option number 2. I'll be home at seven thirty, with Dorothy. I want you to answer the door when I ring. Plan to have dinner ready for Uncensored Lolita Toplist eight-thirty.I think I knew what awaited me in that spare room, but pretended to consider running away. That was a totally ludicrous concept though. I had practically no cash on hand, and couldn't see how get to the safety deposit box for my bank book - not with my nails being the way they were. Even if I could get rid of the nail polish, I knew I was going to have a helluva job disguising the perfume.In the bedroom, it turned out to be even worse than I could possibly have imagined. A puffy, frilly, white organdy dress, multi layered, laid on the bed. On one side of it lay a full set of shocking pink satin lingerie, on the other, a frilled apron. A pair of white pumps were at the bottom of the bed with a pair of nylons. 'No way' I thought. 'No way I'm gonna put that on!' But then I thought I'd better reconsider. I mean, what else was there? Maybe it wouldn't be too bad?I think there was a sense of relief as well. Uncensored Lolita Toplist All of the snide remarks and innuendo were over. Everything was out in the open. She had now made it perfectly clear what she thought I was. Along with the relief was a curious feeling of excitement. I thought I might have a problem with the underwear but, after stripping down to the nude, slipped into the satin lingerie with a feeling of ease, liking the way the fabric clung to my body as I did so.Fastening the dress at the back was a little more difficult, but I finally made it. The shoes were a perfect fit, and not high enough in the heel to give me any great difficulty in walking. There wasn't any indication that I had to use the lipstick or the dark wig on the dresser, but I did. The wig had a pretty pink bow tied in to it, that matched the frilly apron that I put on over my dress. In an almost dream-like state I saw the almost-pretty girl in the mirror.In the same state, I threw a salad together with a side buffet of cold cuts. Just in time. I answered the doorbell about three minutes later. Pat and Dorothy came in. Both were carrying large parcels which they carried through to the bedroom, then immediately returned to the dining room. >From the tone of Pat's note I wasn't sure as to how she was going to act. She was kinda cold, but not overly threatening. Nodded her head approvingly at my appearance. When I helped Dorothy take her coat off, I discovered that she was wearing an outfit identical to mine. She grinned. "Like gorgeous twins - right?" I was flattered at her compliment and afterwards, to tell the truth, quite enjoyed the meal. Now that I had been firmly moved to the feminine role, Pat seemed genuinely nicer to me. I did manage to get a chance to talk to Dorothy while we were doing the clearing up, as Pat had gone through to the bedroom."I'm sorry" she whispered. "Maybe I should have known, but I really didn't think that Pat would take it this way." "Take what?" I whispered back. Then it struck me. "Did you tell her about me trying to ... Oh god! Was she mad at me?" "I think so" Dorothy replied. "Told you. She thinks of you as her wife. Not only were you unfaithful to her - but you tried to get off with her girlfriend - me. She thought she was Uncensored Lolita Toplist getting rid of your male tendencies, now she's not so sure." "So that's the reason for making me wear this dress?" I asked. "Does she have anything else in mind?" She grimaced, and started to say something, but Pat had returned, and called me to take her a drink and we never had a chance to finish the conversation.Pat had been surprisingly pleasant, but finally made her intentions known to me after everything had been cleared away. "You seem to have got the idea that you were some kind of a man. Now, I've known better ever since we met and I think I've been proven right tonight - there are not a lot of men waltzing around in pretty dresses like the one you've got on. The big question for me though isn't how much of a man you are. I'm really curious to find out just how much of a woman you are".I looked at her, puzzled. "Well," she said. "I want you to listen, real close. You're always on about how feminine Dorothy is. I've come to think that she's more masculine than you, and I've got a little contest in mind to prove it. Now, Priscilla, - that'll be your name for the contest. You'll go into our bedroom with Dorothy and you can both change into the contest uniforms I've laid out for you there. As I'm going to be photographing this event and need a little color difference, I'd like Dorothy in blue and you in pink - you don't mind, do you? When you get back, I'll explain the contest rules and so on. O.k?"She wasn't really asking for my opinion, so I just nodded, wondering if the 'uniform' was going to be more masculine than my dress. A surprise was in store once Dorothy and I got there. I had thought the organdy dress was feminine, but it was like blue jeans compared to the contest 'uniforms,' both identical except for the color. Basically, each was comprised of a satin harem set of lacy bra and baggy pantaloons that cuffed at the ankles. Over that went something like a multi-layered chiffon mini-dress. Over that went another multi-layer peignoir type coat that fastened with wide satin ties at the neck and waistlines as well as the wrists, forearms and biceps. Dorothy helped me tie all the ribbons into big extravagant bows, then I helped her with hers. I tried to pump her about the contest, but she just giggled, and wouldn't say anything about it.Returning to the other bedroom where Pat had set up the cameras, I felt like that I was moving in a sensuous cloud of sweet smelling fabric. Dorothy linked her arm with mine, so that we made our entrance in swirling chiffon. I noticed that Pat had set up some cam corders and they were all running. At first I was still in the dream state that I'd been in all night but, as Pat explained the rules of the contest, horror started entering the scenario.The rules were quite simple. I was either going to make love to Dorothy (man to woman, me on top) or she was going to make love to me (man to woman, her on top). The winner would be the first one to 'penetrate' the other. My puzzled look was answered by Pat ceremonially presenting Dorothy with a kind of strap-on penis. Pat explained. "Dorothy's never played the man at all, so you have a little advantage there - just a little, since you haven't been playing it much recently yourself - but you'll have some. We'll be having three minute rounds, with each of you wrestling to overcome the other. You say that she's too feminine so, in a fight you might have the advantage there as well. There will be three minute breaks so that you girls can get your breath back and repair your make-up. Before the start of each round, I'll tell you who's ahead on points so that you know where you stand. Not that points make much difference as it's a fight to the finish. Now, Priscilla, it's obvious that the deck's stacked in your favor. I've balanced that by giving Dorothy a special inducement, so you might have a real struggle to defend your honour. O.K. Girls, I want you to start the fight by giving each other a kiss. Any questions before we start?"What inducement do I have?" I quavered."Silly!" Pat said, "You keep your cherry - and, if you win easily, I might let you back into dressing like a man again. Understood?" Her tone of voice left me no option. I nodded. "O.K girls, on your marks and go!. Come out kissing!" Dorothy advanced on me, her eyes laughing, her lips pouted for a kiss. We met in the only available open space, and gave each other a girlish peck. She started after me immediately, and I backed away. "This is fun" she tittered. "Come to Dorothy, Priscilla". I really wanted to escape, but Pat was between me and the door. I had to close with her. Weakly, I advanced and tried to push her away. Still giggling, she brushed my reaching arms away, then got hold of my waist and forced me back on to the bed. I felt so wrapped in fabric that I could hardly move.I didn't expect her next move - a strong kiss on the lips. There was something very erotic about two sets of heavily lipsticked mouths meeting. I felt an erection start in my groin, and a feeling like a heavy lethargy come over me. I started to sink into the softness of her embrace then, horrified at my own weakness, got enough strength to squirm out from under her and took a couple of quick steps away. But she immediately came after me again, now stalking me in an exaggerated fashion, arms wide apart with hands well above her head, fingers spread widely - speaking out of the side of her mouth to Pat "How'm I doing judge?".Pat answered her by pretending she was talking into a microphone. "Well folks, the challenger doesn't lack confidence. From the opening bell, she's been stalking her opponent. Cissy, who was the opening favorite seems to be living up to her name, refusing to mix it up and backing away. Maybe she hopes to tire Dorothy out- but somehow, I don't think.. Wait folks!, Dorothy's on the attack again!"Dorothy had rushed me, hands still uplifted. I met her with my own then found myself being forced back, down on to the bed again. "Please Dorothy.." I started, then started to cry. Blinded by the tears, I was too late to stop her from straddling me. This time though, I did put up a better struggle, and managed to roll her off me. As we thrashed around on the bed, I could hear Pat's mocking commentary. "Look at these two dolls slug it out. Have you ever seen such a titanic struggle? Who will win this epic contest? Who will be the "man" of the evening? Right now folks, I don't think it's going to be Priscilla." She paused: "Ding-ding girls. End of round one."Dorothy helped me up from the bed, and then linked her arm through mine. "Whew!.. that's warm work, isn't it? Want a hand with your lipstick? It's kinda messed up" I shot an enquiring look at Pat. She responded with a phony commentary "Howzabout that! The contender has offered to help her opponent fix her makeup. Well, I'M the judge, and I don't see anything wrong with it - so ok Priscilla, you can let her help you."So we went to the dressing table together. She repaired my lipstick, and I returned the favour by brushing her hair a little. Pat interviewed us while we were thus engaged. "Well girls. It hasn't been that great a contest so far. The contender's pretty well ahead on points. Has definitely played the more masculine role here tonight. Any comments for the crowd Dorothy?" Dorothy smiled shyly. "I know that Priscilla was the favorite to begin with, and I was kinda scared, but I got her in a clinch there at the beginning of the round, and I definitely felt her weaken. I got some real confidence now. I just gotta keep pounding away".Pat turned to me "Well Priscilla, you heard her. Do you think you can win this contest now?. It looks as if she has all the momentum. Can you get Uncensored Lolita Toplist back into your form, and pull this championship off?" I couldn't answer. What Dorothy had said was true. She had kissed me and I'd started to melt. If I couldn't stop her from getting me like that again I was coming to the conclusion that I was done for. I heard Pat speak "No comments from the favorite. Saving her energy maybe. O.K. Girls. Ding ding - round two.I tried to work up my confidence by taking the initiative and grappling with Dorothy, but she reacted quickly, surprising me again with her strength. Again I heard Pat's taunting commentary as we thrashed around in a haze of gauzy fabrics. This time it was a more even contest, though I could feel myself weakening every time she managed to brush my face or lips with hers. As the round wore on though, she continued to press and I found myself retreating before her onslaught again. Constantly, I found myself on my back, her on top, with it becoming more and more difficult for me to fend her off.One thing puzzled me. At every opportunity as she straddled me, I felt a rather peculiar sensation coming from various parts of my body. Still struggling against her, I paid no attention at first, too concerned about defeat at her hands to think about much else. Then I saw what had been going on. She had been busily engaged in untying the proliferation of satin ribbon bows that bedecked my arms.I didn't understand what she was doing but had to smile a little to myself. What an indication of feminine idiocy! Fighting a battle, and being so concerned about your opponents appearance that your strategy was to make her look bad. (With an internal shock, I realized that even in my own mind, I had now started identifying myself as a 'she'- as evidenced by thinking of myself as a 'her' in defining Barbara's opponent.) But my grin widened. Surely she didn't really think that I was SO feminine that I cared if some of my pretty ribbons were untied?But, as the round went on, I discovered what her strategy had been. Still thrashing around in a haze of chiffon, silks and lace, I started to feel a decided loss of mobility. Then it dawned on me. She had started retying the ribbons, but with one major difference - she was tieing the ends of different ribbons together. I was now wriggling futilely inside my clothes more than fighting her. The end of the round saved me for a little while. I was now so enmeshed by the ribbons to the extent that I could only move my arms enough to untie one or two knots. Barbara leisurely tidied herself up a little, applied some new makeup, then came over to me. This time, she freshened my lipstick without asking. As she finished she took my face in her hands and kissed me firmly on the mouth again. Helplessly, I sank into the firmness of her embrace. Pat was yelling in the background. " A major penalty here folks. Dorothy just lost that Uncensored Lolita Toplist round on that foul kiss." She came to stand beside us, Dorothy still kissing me, and Uncensored Lolita Toplist spoke in Dorothy's ear. " Will the loss of that round have any effect on the outcome, challenger?" Dorothy took her lips from mine and pulled back to reply. "Not a hope." she said, smiling.Pat turned to me, grinning, as I wiggled my arms in a futile fashion, to get free of the ribbons that bound me. "You're starting to look like a birthday present for Dorothy, all pretty and pink, and tied up in satin bows. Do you think that she'll maybe open you up this round? Catch the double entendre folks? - Open her up?" I looked at her, and I could feel my eyes filling. Blindly, I continued to pluck at the knots. I heard her say. "Looks like the contender has the favorite all psyched out and practically immobilized. That foul kiss obviously weakened Priscilla a great deal, and she deserved to have the round awarded to her on that basis. The big question is - can she regain her mobility and fighting spirit? Ding, ding, round three!"I hadn't managed to get all of the knots untied, and Dorothy, now totally ignoring my weakening struggles and mewlings for mercy, just went right back to where she had been before the end of the previous round, tying and tightening, tying and tightening, only in a much more leisurely fashion. She even started to untie some of the ribbons that were not exactly to her satisfaction and re-tie them more to her liking. She started holding a conversation with Pat, but interrupted it by kissing me gently, on a regular basis. What resistance I had started to show began to disappear entirely. I was soon immobilized, flat on my back on top of the bed."Now lie still there!" She commanded me. Exhausted, I complied as she collected a series of pillows and cushions and put them on the bed behind me. Then she pulled and tugged at me until I was sitting semi-upright, supported by the pillows. "Gonna make you real pretty now Priscilla. Blush, and eyeshadow I think. Then I'll pluck your eyebrows a little. Mascara. You'll be gorgeous!"Pat was standing beside us again. "Well folks" she intoned "don't see much chance of Priscilla recovering now - but you never can tell, so we'll keep the contest in effect, though I think we'll just dispense with the rounds now, as the ex-favorite has obviously been immobilized. What d'you think, Priscilla?""I don't think that Priscilla's opinion counts for too much right now," Dorothy said briskly, advancing on me, carrying small cosmetic jars and a white wand-like thing in her hands. "Isn't that right, Priscilla? We've got to make you pretty, don't we? And we don't have time for all of these interruptions, do we?" I just looked at her helplessly. "Answer me, please." She said firmly. "You want to be pretty for Dorothy now, don't you?" Shamefaced, I nodded. "Say 'Yes please Dorothy'" she chided. "Yes please, Dorothy" I responded. Pat laughed softly. "Well, Dorothy. Doesn't look like too much is going to be happening for a while, so I'll go and pour myself a drink, maybe watch a little TV. Just make sure that Priscilla smiles nicely into the cameras now and then - want her to see what a great time she's having when she sees the video later on." With that, she walked out of the room.And Dorothy plucked my eyebrows into fine, arched, semi-circles over my eyes. Next, true to her word, she applied various types of eye make up, showing me my advancing levels in a hand mirror on a regular basis. She also made sure that I "smiled prettily" for the cameras, as Pat had requested.She disappeared from my line of sight for a little while, then re-appeared, wearing only a pair of blue baby-doll pajamas. She walked in front of me a few times. "This outfit hides it pretty well, don't you think?" I didn't know what she was talking about, until she flipped the front up, and I saw the bulge under her panties. As she let them back down, Pat came back into the room. "Moment of truth coming up?"Dorothy had a peculiar glint in her eye when she nodded. "You know, I never thought I'd like doing this - but I'm starting to see how it feels to have .. power? I guess. I really think I'm getting turned ON!"Then she lay down beside me. Grinning widely, she placed one arm under my neck, kissed me firmly, and started pulling me towards her. I slid into her arms. Then, she started to caress me, just as a man would a woman. My breasts, my tummy, my thighs. She kept asking me if I was her girl. I did try to resist her, but found it impossible. My back started arching towards her in entreaty, and I verbally agreed that she was my man, and would she please make love to me. A few minutes later I felt her hand at the fastening of my pants. I squirmed, but she held me tighter until she had unfastened the waistband.As she slowly worked them down to my ankles, I tried to take solace in the fact that even though I was defeated I still had the consolation of a healthy bank account. At the first opportunity I was going to escape - I was close enough to my target now. While I was dreaming, Dorothy was still at work. I started to feel the peignoir layers being pulled up over my head. I thought she was going to remove it altogether but she loosened some of the ties instead, then used them to tie the hem above my head, so that I was effectively cocooned in layers and layers of the material. Next, I felt my panties being worked down. I felt her pause, then she slipped an arm under my thighs, and lifted them just clear of the bed. She put some lubricant on the fingers of her other hand, and started working it around, and Uncensored Lolita Toplist in the entry to my anus. Her fingers worked their way gradually inside me. It was a strange but not altogether unpleasant sensation.Pat's voice came through the haze " All over but the shouting folks. Priscilla has been prettified - and parcelled in pink- and is about to get poked". At this point I think that I finally realized what was happening. I woke up to the fact that I had been involved in a trial of strength with Dorothy for Christ's sake!. I could have won it -- maybe could even win it yet? Really terrified of my own weakness now, I tried to escape but was totally imprisoned within the peignoir. I became very conscious of my soft, smooth, womanish arms waving weakly in front of me. The smell of my perfume and cosmetics filling the enclosed area, and my voice softly weeping for mercy. There was nothing masculine left in my world - except for the two women who had both demonstrated that they were more manly than myself. I could see, hear, smell, nothing Uncensored Lolita Toplist but my own femininity while, at the same time, feel the oncoming masculinity of someone I'd considered extremely feminine.My arms were totally useless, wrapped in the diaphanous material, as well as being tied with the pink ribbons. Even my leg movement was restricted by my harem pants and panties being down around my ankles. I could breathe all right, could even make out vague shapes through the fabric, and could hear perfectly well. Well enough to hear the sounds of Dorothy's laughing comments on the feel of the dildo and how 'the girl' was really acting up.For a second or two, I re-doubled my frantic efforts to escape, and got a firm command to "Stop it!" Unwisely, I ignored her command. Quickly, I was turned over, the chiffon layers got pulled up and I was over her knee, being spanked soundly. I surrendered, lying prone, and starting to cry again."Look" she said tenderly "Be a good girl and relax. It won't hurt so much that way". She lifted me from her knees and maneuvered me until my legs were over the edge of the bed. Then, she was straddling me, her hand inside me again and working her legs in between mine. She used her feet to kick off my pants and panties, then pulled my legs apart. "Keep them like that" she warned me. "Please don't do this to me Dorothy" I cried softly. "Do what?" She asked. "Put that thing in me." I pleaded. "But weren't you going to put 'your' thing in me the other day?" She asked. I didn't know what to say."Legs up!. There's a good girl!" She said, and I complied. I felt something poking at me. Just as it started to enter, I tried to think of something - anything - to take my mind off of what was happening. "What are you getting out of this ?" I asked. "Oh," she said. "A brand new, total wardrobe. Pat's giving me a fantastic price for all of my clothes." "Eh?" I said, my back passage opening to something that was growing inside me. "They won't fit her."She giggled as she came even further inside me "Course not, silly! They're all for YOU!. It's a real strange price too.." She paused, entering me some more. "How could she possibly have come up with a price of $82,674.49, Eh?" I bucked as she pushed further inside me, horrified at what I was hearing. She continued. "Isn't that great? Now you can dress up in all of my pretty clothes, and be a real girl-friend to Pat and me all the time!" Another thrust, and the 'thing' was all the way inside me now. She lifted away from me, then came back in, harder now. "I'm not hurting you too much, am I baby?" I couldn't help it. I raised my body in response.. But I knew where the 'strange' price had come from, and was pretty sure it wasn't coming from Pat's bank account.I really cried then. - And my new life started THE END
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