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How did I end up here.
A typical Friday near the end of term, pre-drinking before a night out. We ran dry after the first round. Our student loans had started to run out so cash was hard to come by. An idea came from somewhere.
One of the girls dorms was nearby and we knew they had booze. Surely a bottle or two won’t go admiss. Sticks where drawn and drawn short. That’s how I ended up here.
Caught red handed. In the girls dorm. With my hands on a bottle of vodka and whisky. Having snuck in the window.
Shit
Once they caught me I knew there was no escape. Not that I couldn’t force my way out, even though I was on the shorter end, I could definitely push my way out. Breaking into a girls only dorm and fighting my way out was certain to make the situation worse.
I had to talk my way out of this. A few girls mentioned calling the police or college porters. I wasn’t sure which one was worse. Either way I would almost certainly be kicked out and my parents where sure to find out.
My begging seemed to fall on deaf ears until one girl spoke up. She was hot, gorgeous in a completely unapproachable way. A smooth olive completion, midnight black hair that fell to her midback, she dressed in a way that you knew she had money.
“Let’s not get hasty girls it looks like we might have some entertainment for this evening”
“I’ll… I’ll pay you back for the drinks. Just don’t call the police… OK”
“Oh I don’t think so” she took a step closer I could see the deep brown of her eyes. “Tell you what. If you agree to be our pet for this evening we won’t call the police”
I had no choice “fine”
“Good boy” she quipped back to quickly “whats your name? Before we start?”
“J… J Jordan” I stuttered
“Nice to meet you J… J Jordan, I’m Amy its not every day I get a cutie like you to play with.”
She reached out a hand and fluffed up my hair, in a way which let me know she was slightly taller then me. My hair was long for a guy. It was a dusty brown and had grown out from a normal haircut to having the longer strands tickle my neck.
Amy sat me down in a chair in the centre of the kitchen where the others could seem to circle around me. One of the girls left only to return, not long later, with something I didn’t recognise on her.
“I don’t suppose you’ve ever waxxed have you” Amy taunted as I realised what they were.
She yanked my chin up to look at her. A finger pressed against my lips before even the slightest bit of resistance could leave my mouth.
“Or I could call the police” she seemed excited. The way she was teasing me and the smile across her face would have been cute in nearly any other occasion.
I resigned myself self to this. At first I thought of rolling up my trousers but they were stripped off leaving just my boxers. Amy and another girl knelt beneath me applying the hot wax to my legs.
The other girls mostly hung around chatting. Occasionally laughing as I whimpered and groan as more hair was pulled off my legs. After a while though it seemed like I wasn’t there. Every time they pulled away a strip of hair I would clench my teeth together. Trying to not embarras myself more than I already was.
“Feel that” Amy said triumphantly as they finished waxing my legs. “Not a hair to be found”
She ran her hand up my thigh. I did the same but my skin felt foreign to me.
“Now the chest”
“No please”
“Yes, if you don’t want to be running from the cops in your boxers”
Defeated, I pulled of my t-shirt. Now except for my boxers I was completely naked.
“This will be easy you have hardly any hair there” the other girl who was waxing me said in a shot to my ego.
Waxing my upper body wasn’t as bad as my legs, say for the armpits. I felt like I was being plucked like a chicken. Once they were done Amy stepped behind me planting her hands firmly on my bare shoulders.
“Now to sort out this mop”
Freezing cold water was sprayed over me. Amys hands then gathered all bar the hair at my nape together. She clipped it together at my crown before using the pointed end of a comb to neaten up the hair at my nape.
Her hand pushed on my head until my chin is pressed against my chest. With a click small pair of clippers starts humming. Mechanical vibrations echo through my head as Amy plunges the blades into my hairline. Wet hairs cling and stick to my back as they are cut loose.
“Pink or blue” one of the girls asked holding two viles of what I could only assume was nail polish.
“Blue” Amy answered “we’re going for more classy rather then slutty”
The girl took my hand and started neatening the shape of a nail before applying a thin layer of skyblue polish. Meanwhile, the buzzing stopped and Amy gently pulled a thin section of hair from the mass at the top. She roughly pulled the hair taut before slicing into it.
“I’m going to cut each layer slightly shorter so you end up with a nice feathered effect and lots of volume. But if you add some waves it’ll still look like a cute French bob” Amy said as she sectioned out the next layer up from the back of my head.
The other girl had finished with the first coating of polish and started to go back to apply a second layer. Once this was dry she went back over them with a finish to ensure they had the correct level of shine. She said that they should last at least 2 weeks before needing touch ups.
Amy was now most the way through my head. She split out a large part of what remained on the left and cut it in line with the top off my earlobes. Thinning scissors smoothed out some of the mass only for her to do the same on the right.
The rest of the hair was then released and combed forward until it covered my face. Then I felt the cold metal of her scissors running against my forehead as she cut just below my eyebrows a blunt fringe.
“Aww isn’t he a cutie”
Laughs echoed across the room.
“Now let’s get you something to wear” she said pulling me up from the chair and dragging me behind her as she excitedly skipped too what I assumed was her room.
She sat me down on her bed. I realised that, other then family, this was the first girls bedroom I’d been into. She rummaged through her wardrobe and pulled out a black dress that she lay on the bed beside me. Then she pulled out both a bra and a pair of panties.
“Put those on”
“Now… But your here”
“Someone has to make sure you don’t escape and remember I can still call the police on you”
“Fine” I exclaimed. Gingerly removing my boxers and replacing them with her distinctly feminine panties.
“I don’t get why you didn’t want to do that it’s not like you have much to hid” she mocked “now the bra”
I tried to pull the bra on but having no idea what I was doing Amy had to stand me up and clip it together at the back for me. Then she helped me into the dress. The black fabric reached to my feet and at the back only an integrate pater of strings covered my newly bare back. My shoulders were completely exposed and through a large slit you could see my bare legs. I gasped for air as she pulled on it and it tighted around a courset area distorting my body into a shape that was not natural.
Amy then slipped me a pair of black sandals to wear. I was glad not to wear heels but I suspected it was simply so Amy remained a full two inches taller then me.
“I’m just going to do your eyebrows and your makeup then we’re done” she said sweeping my bangs out my head. A pair of tweezers picked sharply at my eyebrows until she was happy with there shape.
“You don’t need much makeup because your skins so smooth, just close your eyes for a second” her voice was softer but I still obeyed instinctively.
She added fake eyelashes and a little bit of makeup around my eyes. As she finished one side I moved my head ever so slightly to make it easier for her.
“Good boy” I heard in the softest whisper before a kiss was planted on my cheek.
She went back to applying makeup seemingly oblivious to the heat spreading across my chest.
“You don’t need it but I’m going to put on a little blush” you could hear the smile in her voice.
“All done do you want to say hello to the girls Jordan?”
I didn’t really have a choice as she dragged me back to the kitchen and twirled me around for all to admire.
“Do you thing we should let him see himself”
A laugh echoed across the room. Amy pulled me back down the corridor to one the dorm rooms. As we entered I was greated by a full body mirror and what starred back at me I didn’t belive.
In the mirror, in my reflection. My eyes met that of a beautiful woman. Undeniably so. Not a single feature could I recognise as mine. The dress shaped me into a feminine figure. Where you could see skin on my arms, my shoulders, and through the dress’ slit my legs they looked smooth and alien. My exposed neck looked elegant and my face was pretty.
Every feature from the softness of my jawline to the gentle arch of my eyebrows looked distinctively female. What I know knew was a French bob sat perfectly on my head, it’s bangs framing my now girly face. I tilted my head and it moved all as one like waves on the sea or one of those jello pots as they wobble.
I reached up a hand only to be transfixed by it. The skyblue nails made them look dainty and feminine in a way they hadn’t before. It wasn’t just them every part of me felt more feminine somehow, like they had been transformed.
“Do you want to see the back” Amy asked, her voice breaking me out of my transe. She pressed her lips together tightly, cutely hiding a self satisfied smile.
With a mirror she showed me my back. From the bare skin on my back, not covered by the dress, to my slender neck. Then onto my hair. It looked and felt strangely smooth but where the bob ended she had layered it so you could see every end. It looked a bit like one of her makeup brushes had endless volume. Although, as Amy’s cold hands revealed it hid an undercut. Mowed down to a spikey stubble.
Amy placed the mirror down and massaged her hands on my shoulders. She moved them together slightly so her thumb and index fingers mimicked a ring around my neck.
“Either you can go back to your jock friends looking like this… OR” I could hear the excitement in her voice “you could come out with us and we won’t spread your photos across campus”
Once again she had me trapped. I had no choice and she knew it.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought. Normally going out would consist of me wingmaning or trying unsuccessful to get girls. But without the competitive flirting the night was allot more fun. Having Amy by my side didn’t hurt.
As the night grew old and the crowds started to dwindle we broke of and caught an uber back. I expected to just be getting my clothes and returning hers.
Amy flicked her shoes of as we enter her bedroom.
“You could go if you want” she said a tinge of disappointment in her voice “or you could stay”
I must have frozen from what she said. She looked up at me from where she sat on her bed. Biting her bottom lip.
“Come on I see the way your looking at me. Like you want to fuck me… I want to fuck you”
I paused for a second. She stood up and tilted my chin so her eyes met mine. I could sense a loving senseraty in her gaze.
“Do you want to fuck me”
I nodded. Only to regain my courage and more definitely say “yes”
We kissed first gently then pasonatively. Her lips where soft. Her touch was everything.
From her mouth I ran down until my tongue caressed her neck. A nearly silent whisper entered my ear “Good boy, now let’s get you out of that dress”
We collapsed into her bed where she started removing the dress. I could finally feel myself breath as it was untitened. Then she wrestled me onto my chest where she stripped off the bra and panties a firm hand told me to stay still.
I could feel her lips on my neck and back. The slight weight of her hair running against my hairless skin. Then by my waist I felt something, it was cold and liquid. Her hand was now at my butt rubbing the inside with what I realised was lube.
I started to get up but Amy placed a hand on my cheek. Just like she had done every time earlier when trying to have her way with me. And just like earlier my will submitted to hers.
“Good boy” she whispered as I lay there docile.
Then I felt it. Slowly at first against my skin the squeezing inside of my. Pushing through the tightness until it reached something deep in me. Something I didn’t know existed. But whatever it was sent ripples through me. I was suddenly hot burning hot from the inside and every part of my skin felt sensitive.
She pushed slightly more sending ecstasy through my veins. Without a thought a loud moan left me then another as my mind went foggy. All I knew was the weight of Amy as she lay on me. Her midnight black hair spilled over my back from her head on my shoulder. Her hands felt different muscles around me as if learning my body. She continued to rub against that spot in me every thrust purposeful guiding me to her.
She owned me. For as long as we were there she controlled my body as if it was hers. I could do nothing to resist as she brought me to the greatest pleasure I had ever known.
Once she was finished I felt empty. She was everything I needed but didn’t know I did. Even after she released me from her control I wanted nothing more than to be hers again. She lay down to sleep and I cuddled up next to her. I needed to feel her warmth.
The sun was high when I woke. And the bed was empty next to me.
As I moved to look around I noticed Amy working at her desk. She was still in pyjamas and wasn’t wearing makeup. Her hair had been put up in a messy bun and she wore rounded glasses rather then her contacts. Somehow she looked even cuter.
Noticing I was awake she turned and passed me my phone.
“I need your password”
I unlocked it and she took it back.
“I’ve put myself down as babe, if I call you answer”
“Yeah sure”
“Do you want something to eat” she said getting up.
“Yes, thanks” she paused before leaving “babe?”
I was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek and handed back my phone. Amy then left in search of my breakfast.
I checked my contacts. Sure enough a new number was added under babe. As I closed my phone I realised she had changed my lock screen too. It was know the most gorgeous photo of the most beautiful girl I know. A girl who had just decided to be my girlfriend.
To be continued