Part 2: Saturday Night

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

I woke up. It was Saturday morning, one of those 'mornings after the night before'. My mouth felt horrendous, my jaw stiff. I tasted the plastic ball-gag that had been secured around my head. My arms were unable to move, having been fastened behind my back to a harness that kept me completely trussed up. I glanced down. I was amazed to see the two prosthetic breasts that had been glued to my chest were still intact and hadn't fallen off during the night.

With a struggle, I rolled over, using my legs to push me, and came face-to face with Lisa-Mae. She had been trussed up as well, but where I wore nothing else but my briefs and Lisa-Mae's figure-control tights, she was still clad in her shiny black spandex catsuit. Her arms were fastened behind her as well, so we could do nothing but lie in mutually impotent and chaste frustration.

This was all because of Kat, her girlfriend and my friend. I fancied both of them, but had no chance with either. After last night's party, they told me how fond of me they were.

Lisa-Mae opened her eyes, and looked into mine.

"Morning sleepyhead!" she smiled and kissed my forehead. I stared lustily at her. I could see the look returned. She closed her eyes and kissed the gag in my mouth. I felt her lips touch mine. We both moaned softly in sexual frustration, unable to make the kiss any more. My arms heaved against the restraints. We couldn't hold or touch each other. Instead, we shuffled closer, body to body. Her breasts pressed against my prostheses. We wrapped our legs around, entwining and anchoring them together.

"I want you," she told me, "I want to fuck you so badly."

Our hips thrusted chastely against each other.

"So does Kat," she added. That stopped me short. I stared, my eyes wide open.

Lisa-Mae smiled.

"She talks about you a lot," she said, "I think she'd try to deny it, but I know it's true. She finds you... safe."

The gentle hip-thrusting continued.

"And so do I," she said, closing her eyes for another gag-kiss. Our lips probed against each other, the thrusting becoming more intense.

The sound of Kat's bedroom door opening made us freeze.

We hurriedly disentangled our legs. I rolled over away from Lisa-Mae to face the door.

Kat knocked and entered straight away. She was wearing a sports vest and leggings that were tight enough for me to enjoy the shape of her thighs and backside.

	"Not sore, just horny."

"Morning you two!" she said cheerily, "Not too sore I hope?"

"Not sore," Lisa-Mae replied, "just horny."

Kat burst out laughing.

"Let me untie you!" she grinned, and proceeded to undo all the buckles and straps on Lisa-Mae's harness. Lisa-Mae gave a sigh of relief when she was free and flexed her arms.

"I can't wait to take this catsuit off," she sniffed.

"Yes, maybe you should have a shower," Kat suggested, "As for you, my dear..."

She unfastened the gag from my mouth and I moved it from side to side, making sure it still worked.

"Now then, petal, I want to put you to work today," Kat told me, "so you'll be back in your maid's uniform until we decide what you're going to wear."

Lisa-Mae giggled and skipped out of the room.

"What? What am I doing?" I asked when I finally started thinking again.

"Don't worry about it," said Kat, "just put your maid costume back on - you do look cute in it - and come to the kitchen with me."

She unfastened my harness, allowing me to rub some life back into my arms and shoulders before putting the maid uniform on. Again, I needed help zipping it up. It was cold. A short latex skirt isn't much to keep a guy warm, even if I was wearing thick tights, but I had nothing else. My clothes had been kept out of reach in Kat's room, and with no way to sneak back to my own place, I had no choice but to take the day as it came.

"It's a good thing we're friends," Kat told me, "I should be really pissed with you for making moves with my girlfriend last night!"

"I'm sorry," I repeated, "I'll make it up to you any way I can; I want to stay friends with you."

"Good," she said, "I was a bit upset, but I want us stay friends. Tell you what, now that you're our personal maid, you can tidy up from the party while I get you some breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"A little bit," I said.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts. Fortunately, the hangover tablets we'd taken had warded off any headaches we might otherwise have felt.

"You can start by bringing stuff into the kitchen before you wash it all."

Walking into the living room, I saw it was past mid-day already. Late night, late start!

I took the glasses and plates from around the apartment back to the kitchen, and put any empty bottles I found into rubbish bags. I commenced washing up, while Kat made breakfast for herself, Lisa-Mae and me. Lisa-Mae entered the kitchen, fresh from her shower, wearing a similar sporty top and leggings to Kat's.

"Our girl is hard at work!"

"Our girl is hard at work!" she remarked.

"She's awfully quiet, isn't she?" Kat said.

"Perhaps she's a good little maid who knows her place," Lisa-Mae said before I could reply. When we finished, I cleared everything away. I wasn't told to, but I just thought that if I did whatever they expected me to do, I'd get back into Kat's good books.

"Tell me petal, are you willing to do a little bit more for us?" Kat asked.

I mulled over what this could be. It was hard not to swamp my mind with wanton sexual imagery, doing their bidding as their shared sex slave.

"Uh, sure," I said, "What do you have in mind?"

"Lisa-Mae and I have to go out shopping today, so you can help us by cleaning the apartment. Vacuuming, dusting, washing the kitchen floor, cleaning the bathroom..."

My heart sank. I tried not to let it show.

"You can change my bed-sheets, too," Lisa-Mae chimed in.

"I don't want you doing a typical boyish job of it, though," Kat warned me, "You have to do it properly - to my liking."

I thought of my hidden clothes, out of reach. Even if I could find something decent to wear, I didn't have my keys. I was stuck here.

"Okay," I said, "I'll get to work, then. I'm dressed for it anyway."

"Good girl," Kat whispered, and kissed me on the cheek. I wondered about that. Both of them had been calling me 'girl', on and off since last night.

The girls left just after one o'clock, and said they'd be about three hours. Three hours, alone in their apartment!

	"Three hours alone in their apartment!"

Naturally, the first thing I did was head to Kat's room, to nose about. Clothes lay scattered on the floor. She had a computer and webcam, and various other bits of kit strewn on a desk. I narrowed my eyes. Could she have rigged up the webcam with a motion sensor to deter theft? My paranoia was enough to convince me not to explore her room any further (or at least, not to do anything more than pick up clothes and add it to the laundry).

I ventured into Lisa-Mae's room instead; it was safer territory, and I had already been in it.

She didn't have a computer, but she did have some rather sexy clothing in her chest of drawers. Exploring further, I also found some bondage gear (it figured, given they both had chastity harnesses for crying out loud) and a variety of sex toys. Ah, the fun girls can have!

I was sorely tempted to try on some of her underwear, but was distracted by a plain, hardback notebook nestled amongst the knickers and thongs.

I took it out, and was pleased to see that it was her diary. I skimmed through most of it, (lingering over some of the details of her sexual escapades and fantasies) when I saw two capital letters that happened to be my initials.

It was her memories of the party when we had first met. Kat introduced her to me as just another friend (they didn't 'hook up' romantically until later that night). But, bloody hell, I went to that party in drag as well!

She had tucked a couple of photos between the next two pages. One of the three of us had Kat in tight hot-pants, Lisa-Mae a slinky, body-hugging dress and me in a dress liberally padded out with tissue paper for breasts. Another picture, of me after being tied up by them (I remembered some drunken guy pretending to 'rape' me... oh, the wit).

What did Lisa-Mae say about it? I scanned her handwriting for mention of my initials.

"...was a really cute guy - he came in drag! K thought he was trying to make himself sexy for her - V funny!! Gave himself huge tits - typical boy!! Tying him up made me incredibly horny... was really torn between him and K - both totally fuckable! Glad I went for K though. Woke up several times in the night - both V V horny. Ate well!!! Ha ha ha!"

I skimmed through the next pages, looking for any further mentions. There was nothing for a long while, since the gist of it was about Lisa-Mae and Kay's relationship, but as I became more familiar to her, I did catch the occasional reference:

"...and K met me outside the lecture hall. K has a huge soft spot for him. I can see why - charming, no pressure, GSOH - how's he hung, though? The quiet ones are usually better in bed... K even said that if he was a girl, she'd fuck his brains out!!! Couldn't stop laughing!!!"

I skipped through more pages.

"Lisa-Mae's Diary"

Months afterwards, there was just the occasional reference when I joined them to go to the cinema, until I found this:

"...joined us for lunch. Couldn't stop making goo-goo eyes at us - looked so sweet, but K ignored it. K says he hasn't had much luck with girls for ages - prob. V sexually frustrated. Poor guy - Funny!"

The last mention I found, dated a few weeks ago:

"Love K completely - no chance of splitting up - but starting to feel the need for some real, live cock. Using the 7-inch and occasionally thinking about..." followed by my initials!

Wow.

I closed the diary and put it back into the drawer, my mind racing. Both of them fancied me. I fancied them. Perhaps this weekend was an opportunity to get together? Was that why they kept calling me 'girl'? I was supremely hopeful.

Unfortunately, hopes weren't going to clean anything. I decided that if there was any chance at all of having them invite me 'closer' as they had put it, I would have to make such an effort that would make the best possible impression.

I bundled their clothes into the washing machine, separating them according to who whose room I found them in. I did the dishes. I vacuumed the floors, cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms (even taking hairs out of the plug-hole in the bath), and made sure to clean in corners that even they had missed. I dusted the TV screen and Kat's computer screen. I cleaned the lights, plumped cushions and pillows, re-made beds, and ironed whatever clothing looked like it should be ironed. I wiped the window-frames and started cleaning the glass on each one, getting through about half the apartment before remembering two things.

First, I was still dressed, in drag, as a sexy blond French Maid in a short, bright red, latex dress.

Second, in cleaning the windows, not only could I see outside better, but an unknown, yet potentially large number of people outside could also see... me.

The only good thing was that I wouldn't be recognized, since nobody else knew me as blond, or as a maid. I got the rest of the windows cleaned as quickly as I could, not wishing to provide more views up my skirt for passers-by below.

It was nearly five by the time I heard the front door opening. For a final touch - the piece de resistance - I poured two glasses of orange juice and carried them on a tray, propped on my hand the way I'd seen waitresses do. I stood in the living room, not trusting myself to move in case I spilt the drinks.

"He's been busy!" I heard Kat say, appreciatively in the hall.

"It's gleaming!" said Lisa-Mae from her room.

They finally entered the living room carrying several bags from the pharmacy.

"Welcome back," I said with a smile, "would you like some orange juice?"

	"Welcome back!"

The girls froze at the door and stared. Kat looked around in gobsmacked delight. Lisa-Mae laughed out loud.

"Sweetheart! Thank you!" said Kat, taking her glass.

"God, you are so sweet!" said Lisa-Mae as she took hers.

"I... am... amazed!" Kat said, still taking in the neatness and cleanliness, "You have out-done yourself. I just thought you'd do the dishes and vacuuming, but this..."

They dumped the bags on the couch and explored their apartment, marveling at my work. Judging by their smiles and animated chatter, I had succeeded.

"Stay with us," Kat said, "I have to give you dinner at the very least!"

"Thank you," I said, still smiling.

"Honestly, I never expected you to do anything like this," said Kat, lightly kissing me on the lips, "You really did want to make it up to me, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Aw!" said Lisa-Mae.

"Tell you what, you have a shower, and we'll get you some clothes for the evening - you're staying with us tonight! I'll get dinner started."

I wondered if that meant I would be staying overnight again. Would I be sleeping with Lisa-Mae? Or Kat? Or on the couch? I tried not to think about it as I took the maid uniform off.

"Keep the false breasts on," Lisa-Mae told me, "They're waterproof. But take your wig off for the shower. Don't be long!"

After the shower I found a simple black dress and a pair of high heeled boots had been left for me in Lisa-Mae's room, along with a black bra, black knickers and a fresh pair of shiny tights, which on closer inspection turned out to be two pairs: figure control and fishnets.

My heart beat faster. The saucy underwear! The tights! This wasn't a jokey cross-dressing evening, and it wasn't an illicit raid into a panty drawer - they wanted me to dress like this!

I pulled the black knickers up my legs, the different cut feeling unusual on my scrotum and now-raging erection. I put my arms into the bra, and struggled to fasten it (nearly taking one of the false breasts off in the process).

I put the tights on one after the other, and slipped the dress over my head, being careful with the false boobs (I had dried them carefully, not wanting them to fall off). The dress could be laced up at the front, so I tried tying it at a level between over-modest and completely exposed. I slipped into the boots and zipped them up my calves before heading back to the hallway.

"Not yet!"

"Oh, not yet!" said Lisa Mae. I glanced up to see her walking towards me, also wearing a short, shiny, black dress and boots.

"Food's not ready?" I asked.

"No, and neither are you!" she replied, "You can't join us looking like that - you need your wig! And make-up!"

"Oh... okay then," I said, a little taken aback, "If this is what you want, I'll keep going with it."

"You're a star!"

She repeated the make-up work of the previous night, so that I was once again dolled up as a blond cutie.

"I didn't realize how long your hair was until you had your shower," she said as she brushed and tucked my hair under the wig.

"I've been meaning to get it cut," I said.

"Don't. It's better like this. Now, raise your arms."

Confused, I did so. I heard the squirt of a perfume bottle and felt the cool moisture touch my skin. It was a pleasingly feminine odor, but not one I wished to smell on myself.

"I think you should keep your arms down this evening," Lisa-Mae said, "hairy armpits... ugh! Right, let's go to the kitchen!"

Kat had also changed into a black dress, open from below her chest to just above her abdomen, with a few thin strips across her midriff. It was oddly alluring, and suggestive of the bondage Lisa-Mae and I had endured last night.

"You look very nice! Is that Lisa-Mae's perfume I smell?" she leaned close and sniffed, "Mm, you filthy temptress! Lisa-Mae only uses that on special occasions. I hope you're not trying to put ideas in my head, petal!"

Lisa-Mae gave her a wicked grin.

"Let me light the candles," she said.

"We're going to have a proper girls' night in," said Kat, "You are now an honorary girl!"

"We're going to have some more of that wine you brought us last night, to celebrate," said Lisa-Mae.

The table was set, with bowls of pasta and glasses of red wine.

"Say cheese," said Kat, setting her digital camera on a nearby shelf before standing next to us. I managed a smile before the flash went.

*

We moved to the living room where we sat on the carpet again, with our wine glasses and a collection of wines that hadn't been finished at the party. The camera, which had taken a few shots of us in the kitchen, sat on a table staring at us, but despite being plugged in, no more photos had been taken. I didn't think we could be bothered any more. In our increasingly pickled state, the conversation had become more and more probing and personal, but none of us really cared any more. It was great.

"You know what, let's have some fun," said Lisa-Mae, "Truth or dare!"

"Yes!" Kat agreed.

	"Let's have some fun: Truth or Dare!"

"Okay then," I said, "but I think we should establish some rules to begin with."

"How about using a Joker and an Ace?" said Lisa-Mae, "A Joker means you and the person who made the suggestion have to do the dare, but the Ace means everyone has to do it. You get one of each."

"I like that," said Kat, "it means you shouldn't give a dare unless you're willing to do it yourself."

I shrugged (what else could I do?), "Let's go for it, then."

"There should be a penalty for not telling the truth, though," said Lisa-Mae.

"What if we make it so that anyone can ask additional questions to get the truth?" asked Kat.

"But then you could end up spending ten minutes on one question!" I said.

"How about a two-minute limit?" Lisa-Mae suggested, "If both questioners aren't satisfied, then a penalty can be given. We can worry about that later, though."

"Sure thing," I said, "Who starts?"

"I will," said Lisa-Mae, "I've got a great question for Kat! Truth or Dare?"

"Truth, then," said Kat, "Let's have it!"

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Oh, you bitch!" Kat gasped, "Right, I'm playing my joker!"

"Already?! I asked.

"I was twelve," said Kat. I choked on my wine.

"It was another girl I knew at school. We were curious. Lisa-Mae?"

"Thirteen," she sighed, "It was a boy... we were... curious."

I laughed. It may have been partly out of shock. Kat turned to me.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth."

"Have you ever thought about someone else whilst having sex?"

"What the hell do you want to know that for?" I asked.

"Truth or Dare! You chose truth!" said Lisa-Mae.

I wondered why Kat asked that question. Was she curious about what men thought having sex? Was she testing me in some way?

"Yes," I admitted, "When it wasn't going well with my last girlfriend, I closed my eyes and pretended it was a girl I knew from home."

"Very well," said Kat, satisfied I had told the truth.

"Lisa-Mae, Truth or Dare?" I asked.

"Dare!" she said, challenging me.

"Show us a fake orgasm," I said.

Lisa-Mae burst out laughing. After she composed herself, she started stroking herself, touching her breasts and panting. She moaned, and writhed sinuously on the floor before gasping louder and louder, building up to a crescendo and trailing off.

I was immensely aroused by the performance. So, I could see, was Kat. We were quiet for a moment while Lisa-Mae drank some more wine.

"Change direction," she said, "Truth or Dare?"

"For me again?" I asked, "Oh... truth."

It seemed innocuous enough.

"Okay then, if you were female, who would be your fantasy male? What would you look for in a man?"

"Ohhhh, yes!" said Kat, applauding.

"You have two minutes," Lisa-Mae added, "Kat and I will be cross-examining you!"

Well, shit! What could I say? I struggled to think of something - anything - that would satisfy them. I quietly thought about it.

"Thirty seconds!"

"Uh... he... he'd have to have a good personality," I ventured.

Kat blew a raspberry, "Boring!"

"Would he be old and fat?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"Uh, no!"

"Tell us about him, then! Tell us about your fantasy male!"

I pondered this. Why did she have to make it so bloody difficult?

"One minute!" she added.

"Okay, he'd have to be about my age," I said, "Slim, but not skinny."

"You can do better than that, petal!" said Kat, "Describe his face!"

"Um... not too hairy. He'd have to be clean-shaven. In fact, as little body hair as possible. Um..."

"Describe his body," said Lisa-Mae, smiling at my discomfort.

"Not skinny, not flabby..."

"So you like guys who work out then?" she winked at me.

"Uh..."

"What do you want him to wear in bed?" asked Kat, "What would turn you on?"

"One minute thirty!" said Lisa-Mae. My mind was utterly blank as I cast about for ideas.

"Uh, bike shorts," I said, "Something smooth like that."

"A firmly-muscled man with a tight butt in bike shorts?" said Lisa-Mae, "You little slut! I think I'll let you off, now."

"Lisa-Mae, Truth or Dare?" Kat asked.

"Truth!"

"Very well, how many sexual partners have you had?"

"Is this your revenge?" Lisa-Mae asked with mock anger in her voice, "Well, I'm playing my joker, too! I've had thirty-two partners, boys and girls! But I went to the clinic for a check-up every time, and I'm always clean! There! Your turn!"

I was sure they were showing off each other's weaknesses for my benefit, but it was entertaining at least.

"Four," said Kat, "including you."

"Four?!" I asked, "Is that all?"

"Why is everyone so surprised when they find that out?" Kat asked, "Do I come across as some sort of slut? I've had four. The first was the girl at school, then another classmate, another partner in our first year here and now Lisa-Mae."

"Wow, that's, uh... well, I believe you," I stuttered, before asking, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth!"

"Okay...," I thought about something that would allow me to get some measure of revenge, and force Kat to be just as revealing as I had been.

"What would it take for you to sleep with a man?" I asked.

"Easy! A sex change!"

"Try again!" said Lisa-Mae.

"Money?" I asked.

"Depends how much, and whether I needed it," Kat replied.

"So, how much, then?" I asked. She fell silent.

"Thirty seconds!" Lisa-Mae called out.

Kat was deep in thought. I drank more wine.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can answer this question," Kat said, "I'll take the penalty."

Lisa-Mae and I looked at each other. There wasn't much we could say to that. I wondered why the question should have bothered her that much.

"I've got a great idea for a penalty for her," Lisa-Mae whispered.

"What?"

"She has this... toy... it drives her crazy every time. When she comes, she comes hard!"

"Will she agree to it, though?"

"She will," she assured me, "She has to have it on for the rest of the game, or until she comes. How about that?"

"If she'll go for it, I agree," I said.

"Your penalty is: for the rest of the game, you have to..." Lisa-Mae paused theatrically.

"What?" Kat asked.

"Use the 'Twist and Shout', set to random mode!"

"No!" Kat was shocked. I guessed the name was probably quite apt.

"It's that or the question," Lisa-Mae reminded her.

Kat looked like she wanted to resist, but in the end decided to accept.

"I'll be in my room for a few minutes," she said, and left the room as Lisa-Mae giggled to herself.

"You can watch her fall apart," she told me. We had a few more sips of wine. When Kat returned, I could hear a faint, muffled buzzing. She looked flushed.

"Let's continue," she said, maintaining her composure.

"We're back to where we started," said Lisa-Mae, "So it's me to ask you, Truth or Dare?"

"Me again?" Kat moaned.

"Afraid so!" I said.

"Dare, then."

"Well, you know how you always say you want to keep fit? I dare you to an early-morning jog tomorrow morning!" said Lisa-Mae.

"What? I play my joker!"

"You've already done that," I pointed out. Kat gasped quietly and tensed her legs.

"Fine, I play my Ace then - you're coming with us, petal!"

"Okay, but I'll warn you, I'm not a fast runner."

"Neither are we," said Lisa-Mae.

"Lisa-Mae, Truth or Dare?" I asked.

Her silence was emphasised by the faint buzzing from Kat.

"Dare... I think."

"Okay, let me think of one for you," I said.

"Well, I've... oh!" Kat gasped loudly as the 'Twist and Shout' got her attention. Lisa-Mae and I grinned at each other.

"I've got one for her," said Kat, "Let me get something first." She hurried out of the room and came back with a small silvery chain.

"What's that?" I asked.

"We're going to give her hickeys on her nipples, then attach these nipple-clamps," said Kat. Lisa-Mae made a disapproving noise.

"I thought this was just our thing," she said.

"I thought 'Twist and Shout' was mine!" said Kat, "Come on, open up your dress!"

"I thought this was just our thing..."

This was spectacular, I thought; last night I was in the wrong for an indiscretion with Lisa-Mae, and now Kat was inviting me to suck her nipples! Lisa-May brought her breasts out and squeezed her eyes shut. Kat and I leaned in close to them.

"You've got to tease them with your tongue first," she said. I flicked my tongue over Lisa-Mae's left nipple until it became hard, then gently placed my teeth around it and sucked hard.

"Blow on them," said Kat. I blew softly as Lisa-Mae squirmed. Kat placed the tiny grips onto Lisa-Mae's nipple's and attached them to a collar chain which she fastened around her neck.

"That'll help you keep them on until the end of the game," she said.

Lisa-Mae grumbled behind gritted teeth.

"Your turn again, petal - Truth or Dare?" Kat asked me.

Truth hadn't been so good for me so far.

"Dare."

"Oooh, what shall we get you to do, I wonder?" asked Kat, theatrically.

"I know!" said Lisa-Mae, skipping out of the room. She returned a few moments later, holding a black shiny object.

"I dare you to suck my cock," she said, holding her dildo out in front of her.

"Yes!" exclaimed Kat, "That's perfect!"

"Um," I mumbled, "I'm not sure..."

"Why not? It's just the three of us," said Kat, "Come on, you even told us yesterday that you've nothing against it."

"Come on!" Lisa-Mae echoed, standing over me.

"Okay," I said with reluctance, "But I'm playing my joker. Kat has to do this too." I knelt before Lisa-Mae and eyed the sleek, shiny, black dildo before me. I wondered if this was the 'seven-inch' I had read about in Lisa-Mae's diary. My heart pounded. I licked the tip of it, running my tongue along its length.

"Oh, sweetheart! You can do much better than that," said Kat, "Do it like a porn star. Let yourself get into it! Talk dirty for us!"

I closed my eyes and nodded. I took a deep breath and wished away the last shreds of my dignity.

"Oh God," I moaned, kissing the dildo, "I need you to fill me! I have a craving for cock!" I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, placing my lips around the head.

"Mmmm!" I moaned, cautiously easing more of the shaft into my mouth. The latex had a distinct, plastic taste.

"Deep throat it," Lisa-Mae suggested.

I pressed my head forward, until the head almost touched the back of my throat. I gagged and retched.

"It's okay, don't worry," Lisa-Mae soothed me, "Just ease back." I slid my head back and breathed in sharply through my nose.

"Try sucking it," suggested Kat, "deep sucks, now."

I bobbed my head forwards and sucked hard as I pulled backwards.

"You're a good girl," said Lisa-Mae, putting a hand behind my head, guiding it along the shaft of the dildo. In a strange way, I rather liked the fact that Lisa-Mae was dominating me so much. It all felt quite safe: two women, and me dressed as one, playing games.

	"It all felt quite safe... playing games."

"That should be enough now, sweetie," said Kat. I eased my head off the dildo, sucking all the way until my mouth audibly popped off the end.

I opened my eyes to see Lisa-Mae grinning down at me with a huge smile.

"Well done," she said, caressing my face with her empty hand.

"You were really getting into that, weren't you petal?" said Kat, kneeling down beside me. I looked away with embarrassment.

Kat started sucking the dildo. She must have done it before with Lisa-Mae, but the effect of the buzzing 'Twist and Shout' toy took hold, and she started panting and gasping.

"You hold it," Lisa-May told me, "pretend she's sucking you off!"

I held the dildo over my crotch and watched Kat suck it and climax at the same time, as her vibrating sex toy tipped her over the edge. Her orgasmic cries were muffled by the plastic.

God, how I wished it was my penis she was sucking!

Eventually, she could kneel no more and had to sit down again, red-faced, sweaty and panting. Her breasts heaved and strained against her dress.

"Whose turn is it?" she asked. None of us could remember.

"I have one for you," said Lisa Mae, "Truth or Dare?" I wondered about this. Either option could be bad, but at least a dare could be over and done with; it didn't feel like my soul was being probed. And I didn't want to face any penalties that would amount to dares anyway. I decided to go for what I now thought was the lesser of two evils.

"Dare again," I decided.

"Good!" Lisa-Mae clapped her hands, "There's been something bugging me all evening, seeing you in that beautiful dress, looking so cute and smelling so feminine..."

"What do I have to do, then?"

"Full body wax, right here, right now!"

My jaw dropped.

"No way!" I protested.

"Yes way!" said Lisa-Mae "You can't look like a girl with hairy legs and armpits!" Damn, and I had just played my joker.

"I play my Ace, then," I said, "You two have to do it as well! If I'm going to be your honorary girl, then I think it's only fair."

Kat and Lisa-Mae looked at each other, no doubt weighing up my shame and embarrassment at losing my body hair, compared with my getting to see them both naked.

"Do we have enough wax strips?" Kat asked.

"We do have a razor, and some of those depilatory creams," said Lisa-May. I could see she was keener on the idea than Kat. Both of them were keener than me.

"What difference do they make?" I asked.

"Cold wax strips can be patted onto your body and rip the hairs out," said Kat, "Depilatory cream is left on your skin for a few minutes while it dissolves your hair."

"Will my hair grow back?"

"Of course it will! Wait a week or so, and you'll start to see it come back."

"You decide what to use," I sighed.

"I'm going to put my... toy... back," said Kat, leaving the room while Lisa-May went to the bathroom to get the hair-removal products. I sat drinking my wine, resigned to the inevitable.

When they returned, Lisa-May placed a bag on the floor and took the bottles and boxes out.

"We can't do this if you're fully clothed," she said. I sighed again and took off my boots, dress, tights and bra. She and Kat eyed me up and down in my black knickers.

"We're going to wax you below the waist," Lisa-Mae informed me, "and use creams above it."

"You go right ahead," I said.

She patted a cold wax strip onto my left leg below the knee, smoothing it out. Then she pinched one end between her fingers and whipped it off.

I yelled in pain.

"I think you should have some more wine, petal," said Kat, "It'll help you through this."

As they proceeded to painfully denude my legs, I took generous gulps of wine.

"We'll have to do your chest too," Kat said. She and Lisa-Mae carefully removed the false breasts and slapped on the depilatory cream.

"I'll put some on your face," said Lisa-Mae, "You don't have a beard anyway."

Get that stuff away from me, I thought, as I had a hard enough time trying to grow a beard without this gunk working against me.

"I'm not sure if..." My protest was interrupted as the cream was smeared around my jaw, chin and lips. I was slightly alarmed when Lisa-Mae brushed my wig out of the way to apply it to my sideburns too.

"Arms up!" said Kat. I lifted my arms.

"In fact, put your hands on your head," said Lisa-Mae. I clasped my hands and did as she said. The cream was applied to my armpits.

"We'll have to leave that for a few minutes," said Kat, "By the way, if you feel any irritation, we can give you this hydrocortisone cream - it may help."

"In the meantime, we can finish off," said Lisa-Mae. I wondered what she meant until I felt her slide my knickers down. Embarrassingly, the black silky material was spotted with traces of my white cum. The girls let this pass unremarked.

I heard Kat cough with polite embarrassment and loo the other way. I wondered if this was just as bad for her as it was for me. Until now, I had just been a fellow student, project partner, a friend, and now here I was standing naked before her in her own living room!

Lisa-Mae patted the wax strip on my crotch. I had a moment of alarm before she ripped it off, making me squeal with pain.

Kat stood back, and watched with a hand over her mouth to cover a smile as Lisa-Mae methodically ripped the hair from my balls and backside. I yelped in a high-pitched, girly voice as the hair around my anus was torn free.

Kat laughed out loud, "You do sound exactly like a girl!"

I saw both of them staring at my crotch, and just knew that my balls had tightened and retracted and my penis had shrunk.

"If you get any smaller, you'll end up looking like a girl, too!" she said.

"Aw, that's a bit mean!" said Lisa-Mae as she started wiping my face, armpits and chest.

"Sorry, petal," said Kat.

"Yeah, well, it's your turn now," I told them.

"You may be disappointed," said Kat, "We've already been done."

I stood dumbfounded for a moment as Lisa-Mae finished wiping me down. Of course, it was highly likely she was right. Maybe that's what she was counting on?

"Prove it," I demanded. I could see them considering the idea. Lisa-Mae whispered something into Kat's ear and Kat nodded.

"We'll prove it, but only on the condition that you have your picture taken with us wearing a bikini," she said.

Tough call, I thought.

Photos tend to circulate. On the other hand, would anyone recognise me as a blond? I hesitated before deciding to risk it. I wanted to see them naked.

"Deal," I said.

"Stay there, with your hands on your head," said Kat, "Don't move!"

"Good choice," Lisa-Mae winked, and raised her glass.

Kat returned with three bikini sets in her hand. She and Lisa Mae stood at a short distance from me.

"Just stay right where you are," she repeated as she started removing Lisa-Mae's dress, boots and underwear. Lisa-Mae removed Kat's clothes and they both stood before me, stark naked. I could see that Kat was indeed telling the truth - they were both completely hairless and utterly beguiling.

"Satisfied?" she said.

"Yes," I gulped.

"Our new girlfriend!"

"Put this on," she said, and threw over a tiny string bikini.

I slipped the briefs up my legs.

"Tuck yourself away!" said Lisa-Mae, "Silly boy!" I rummaged around my crotch, and adopted a pose that I hoped would hold my penis out of sight.

"We'll have to glue your breasts back on," said Kat, now in her shiny black bikini. Lisa Mae finished tying her top and helped Kat glue the forms back in place before hanging the top around my neck and tying it at the back.

"There we go!" said Lisa-Mae, "A moment we can share forever! Our new girlfriend!"

Kat picked up the digital camera, fiddled with the controls and set it higher up to get a better angle.

We struck a variety of poses, and Kat showed us the results each time. I gradually relaxed into the part, and enjoyed myself. After all, it was harmless fun with two girls.

Or so I thought...

  

  

  

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