Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Why Me" by Zoned

   Why Me?

   By Zoned

   Richard and I had been best of friends through Junior and Senior High
School.  He was the athletic "jock" and I was the scholar.  After high
school, I went on to college while Richard married a beautiful local girl,
Ruth, and went to work in the construction business.  We started getting
together, Richard and me, during the summer preceding my senior year at
college for drinking, pot and good times.  Occasionally Ruth would join us
and we would go drinking and dancing.  One Friday in June, Richard and Ruth
had picked me up at my parents house and we went out riding and drinking.
We ended up at their place, a third floor apartment near DC.  We started
drinking so they suggested that I spend the night instead of driving me
home and I agreed.

   We sat around their dining room table drinking beer and Richard
suggested we play a game of cards.  Ruth asked what kind of game we would
play and I jokingly replied Strip Poker.  Ruth initially objected but was
finally convinced by Richard and the game began.

   Richard won the first three hands leaving me with my pants and shorts
and Ruth in her bra, slacks and panties.  As the next hand began, Ruth and
I anteed our pants while Richard anteed with Ruths blouse.  I looked at my
hand, with three aces and thought this would almost guarantee a win.  I bet
my shorts but requested that I keep them on until the end of the hand. 
They agreed and Ruth raised me.  Richard raised again and I had nothing to
bet with.  It was agreed that we could owe to the pot and repayment could
be worked out after the game.  I agreed and raised again.  Ruth called,
leaving her owing two pieces of clothing and me three.  Richard called.  I
drew two cards, a pair of eights, Ruth drew three and Richard drew one. 
When the time came to bet, Richard said he would bet everything if the
winner was King, or Queen, for the rest of the night.  With a full house I
thought that was a great idea so I called, Ruthie did likewise and we
showed our hands.  Richard had a flush, I the full house and Ruth had four
threes.  She was the winner.  There I was with Richard fully dressed,
Ruthie in her bra and panties and me in my shorts with Ruthie obviously in
charge.

   Her first command was for me and Richard to remove our clothing. 
Richard immediately took off all his clothes but the tension of the moment
had given me a hard on and I was embarrassed and didn't immediately remove
my drawers.  Ruth restated the command and I slowly took off by underwear.
Richard started laughing and Ruthie shook her head stating, "Billy, are you
hard at seeing Richard naked?" I said it was the tension of the moment but
Ruthie stated that she thought otherwise.  She stated that since she was
queen for the night we would be in for some fun.  Ruth went into the
bedroom and came back out wearing a bathrobe.  She seated herself in the
easy chair in the living room and instructed me and Richard to come over to
her.  Her first command was for me to eat her while masturbating Richard to
get him hard.

   I said that I wasn't about to touch another man's cock.  Ruth said that
was part of the price for losing the game.  I still said no way and Ruth
rose and went to the front door.  She opened the door and Richard, who is
considerably stronger than I, put me in a half nelson and shoved me out the
door.  There I was, naked with a hard on standing in the hallway of an
apartment complex 20 miles from home.  I knocked on the door with no
response.  I started to get little bit worried and whispered loudly for
them to please let me in.  This went on for about five minutes (it seemed
like an hour to me) when the elevator at the end of the hall ringed that it
was on this floor, I started pounding on the door and it was opened a
crack. Ruth was standing there and said if I wanted back in, I would have
to do be her total slave for as long as she desired me.  I really didn't
have any choice so I said OK without hesitation.  As I went in the opened
door I saw a black couple exiting the elevator at the end of the hall.

   Once inside, I saw Richard in a jogging suit and Ruth still in her
bathrobe.  Ruth stated for me to put my hands behind my back and Richard
subsequently tied my hands with a necktie he got from his pant's pocket. 
Ruth then told me to get on my knees.  I got on my knees and Ruth told me
to walk to Richard.  As I got in front of Richard, she told me to take his
jogging pants down with my mouth.  I said "Wait a minute" but was quickly
silenced by a loud slap and a sharp pain across my ass.  As I looked at
Ruth I saw her wielding a thin leather belt that came towards my ass again.
The pain was extreme, she wasn't holding anything back, and I took
Richard's jogging pants down with my teeth.  Ruth then ordered me to suck
Richard's cock which was semi-hard and about the size of my hard cock at
the time.  Another blow from the belt and I put my mouth around Richard's
cock and started to suck.

   Ruth asked Richard how I was doing and Richard said I needed to learn to
use my tongue more, so the belt landed again.  I took my mouth off of his
cock and started to lick it.  I continued doing the best I could to give
him a good blowjob and after what seemed like 30 minutes he grabbed the
back of my head and started to fuck my face.  I tried desperately to stop
from gagging as his cock rammed into my throat and suddenly his jism burst
into my throat.  With that introduction, I started to gag and tried
desperately to get away but without the use of my hands, this was not
possible.  The jism filled my mouth and started to come down my cheeks and
chin to the floor.  There seemed to be pints of the shit coming and it kept
coming.  As Richard released his grip, I took my mouth off of his cock and
Ruth called my name.  As I turned in her direction, there was a flash of
light which temporarily blinded me.  When my sight recovered, there was
Ruth awaiting the development of a Polaroid print.

   After the picture developed, she showed it to me and there I was in the
most compromising position possible.  With jism leaking from both corners
of my mouth to my chin and a cock, still wet from my spit, inches from my
face.  Ruth took the picture and went into the bedroom, coming back empty
handed.  She asked Richard how I did with my first blow job and Richard
said that I would improve in time and winked at Ruthie.

   Ruth then said that maybe I was better at cunt eating and subsequently
told me to crawl to her on her knees.  She told me to put my face inside
her bathrobe and make her happy.  I instantly shoved my face in and started
to lick her clit.  I alternated between licking her clit, her pussy lips
and tonguing her cunt.  After about fifteen minutes of this, Ruth grabbed
the back of my head with both her hands and started grinding her pussy into
my mouth and nose.  She told me to keep using my tongue and the belt fell
on my ass again, this time much harder than before (obviously Richard was
weilding the leather now).  I continued to do my best with Ruthie's cunt
and eventually her legs shivered and the moan told me she was satisfied. 
She released my head and told Richard that she wanted to get fucked.

   Richard replied that after my blowjob, he didn't think he could get it
up soon without help and looked at me.  I could take a hint and crawled to
him on my knees, pulled his jogging suit down with my teeth and stared to
lick and suck his cock.  After about five minutes, his cock was hard and he
said good night and went to join Ruth, who was already in the bedroom.

   There I was naked, with my hands tied behind my back in the middle of
the living room.  I had resigned myself to just playing this thing out and
getting out at the earliest opportunity.  In the meantime, I lay on the
couch to get some much desired sleep.

   Four times that night, I was awaken by Richard who said Ruthie wanted
more and I needed to get him hard again.  I quickly discovered that the
more times I sucked Richard, the longer it took to get him hard.

   The next morning, I awoke to see Richard heading out the door to work
and Ruthie dressed in a bathrobe with a belt in her hand.

   She proceeded to tell me, with the belt landing on my back as a
reminder, to get my lazy ass out of bed.  I struggled up and she proceeded
to untie my hands.  As she untied my hands she reminded me of the picture
she had taken of me the night before and that Richard was going to get
copies made by some friends of his that day.  Any attempt not to do as I
was told would result in those pictures being delivered to my friends and
family.  She then took me to the bathroom and showed me several disposable
razors lying on the sink with shaving cream and a small pair of moustache
scissors.  She told me to get a shower and shave everything from my neck
down.  She then pushed me in the bathroom and closed the door.  I sat on
the john and thought about what she wanted me to do.  The picture she had
of me would destroy my step father's political dreams, he was a capitol
hill lawyer, and would make my life very miserable.

   So I got the scissors and razors and started to shave.  How women get
used to shaving their legs is hard to figure because I had a hell of a
time. My underarms and chest, along with some "peach fuzz" on my stomach
was alot easier.  When I clipped away my crotch hair, I started to think
about what is was doing, I got a long shower and went to the door, still
buck naked.

   After leaving the bathroom, Ruthie was coming down the hall wearing
tight jeans and a halter top.  The belt was still in her hands.  She hand
me a piece of material that seemed like a small piece of scrap material and
told me to put it on, she had company coming.  After further examination,
it was a red g-string with nothing more than what seemed like a string in
the back.  I put it on after a whack with the belt against my right thigh.
Ruth instructed me to push my measly limp cock between my legs and I
obeyed. She next handed me a red garter belt and I submissively put it on
along with a pair of pink stockings which I attached to the garter belt. 
She took me to the bedroom mirror and I could see my reflection with my ass
fully exposed, the back strap of the g-string disappeared into my ass
crack, and the stockings, which felt pretty good against my shaved legs,
seemed to accent my shaved legs.  She then instructed me to go and sit in
the living room.

   After about ten minutes, there was a knock at the door.  Ruth instructed
me to answer the door and I, seeing no other recourse, did so.  There
standing in front of me were three ladies, Ruth's sister Diane, who I had a
dumped about a year ago after a six month relationship; Cindy, a friend of
Ruth's that I knew from high school, she was now in Nursing school; and
Linda, a college friend during the last semester.  They were each carrying
a paper bag and Diane looked at me and laughed, saying "Ruth wasn't pulling
our leg after all" and patted me on the ass as she walked into the bedroom.
The other two girls were giggling as they followed Diane.

   Ruth ordered me to sit on the couch as she talked to the other ladies
and she went into the bedroom to join her company.

   I heard talking and laughing coming from the closed bedroom door and
even thought, though momentarily, of going closer to the door to listen. 
But instead, I did as I was told and sat on the couch.  After about five
minutes of sitting, the four ladies emerged from the bedroom carrying two
of the paper bags.  Diane started to whisper with Ruth and they started to
giggle.  After some more wispering with Linda and Cindy, Diane stepped
forward and told be to remove my "G-string".  I was very embarrassed since
Cindy and Linda were "friends" and they had never seen me naked before. 
During my hesitation, Ruth stated that any resistance with her friends
commands and I would really regret it, so I instantly dropped by G-string
and took them off.

   Diane's next command was for me to jerk off and I closed my eyes and
started to jerk, trying to forget who was watching.  Ruth must have read my
mind becaused a slap of a belt againt by thigh made me reopen my eyes. 
Ruth said that if I closed my eyes again, I would regret it.  Part 2: ???
Any ideas would be appreciated. 
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Why Me?  Part Two

   By Zoned

   I was "forced" to look at the ladies friends as I jerked on my
uncircumcised cock, the look of confidence and the grin on Ruth's face; the
continuous giggle on Diane's; and the look of amazement with hands "almost"
covering the eyes on Cindy and Linda, were enough to make me feel the
lowest I had ever felt.  Submitting to Richard and Ruth the night before
was bad enough but now having to masturbate in front of two "friends" and
an old vindictive girlfriend was, as far as I was concerned, the most
humiliating act I could perform.  With my uncut cock, the act of
masturbation was simply pulling the foreskin back over my cockhead and then
pushing forward and back and forward, over and over again.  My cock was
starting to respond to the hand job and started to get rock hard as I
looked from face to face, seeing the obvious pleasure the girls were
experiencing with my submission.

   Ruth saw that I was approaching orgasm and gave a further instruction,
"Catch all your cum in your other hand, Bill," and I looked at her with an
amazed look without moving my other hand.  Ruth raised the belt and I
quickly moved my left hand in front of my cock.  I then pointed my cock
down towards the floor and kept my hand underneath of it.  As my orgasm
approached I focused my eyes on Linda, the one "friend" I had there, and
let my jism spurt into my cupped left hand.  The snicker and odd smile on
Linda's face told me that even she was enjoying my degradation as my orgasm
started to subside and my left hand contained what looked like two
tablespoons of my sperm.  Ruth next command surprised me even more, "Eat
it, lick your hand clean, slut."

   The total revulsion of doing what she asked was more that I could bear.
I had no intention of continuing this "game" and looked at Ruth with a
defiant look saying, "Hasn't this gone far enough Ruth, I can't go any
further.  Haven't I paid my debt to you by now?" Linda, Cindy and Diane all
looked at Ruth who started to laugh saying, "First, I will decide when your
"debt" is paid, and second, unless you want the pictures sent to all you
family and friends, here and at college thanks to information that Linda
gave us this morning, you will do as I say.  Now you useless piece of
trash, eat your own sperm, you seemed used to the taste after sucking
Richards cock last night." The last statement regarding Ruth's husband
brought giggles and gasps from the other three girls.  As I started
thinking about whether to continue this farce, the belt landed on my left
thigh with a strong force.

   "Ow, cut that out" I stated and Ruth replied with another hit and said,
"Eat, now Bitch".  As the Ruth pulled back of a third blow I moved my face
to my left hand and did what I had just said I would never do, stared
licking up my own cum.

   The salty taste wasn't the repulsing part, I was not that particular
about the taste, but the idea of what it was that I was eating was very
repulsing.  The third blow landed and I resolved myself to just get through
this "scene".  I started lapping and licking and before I knew it, my hand
was clean.

   I looked around the room and saw Diane holding her gut because she was
laughing so hard and Cindy and Linda were giggling like young teenagers
even though they were both twenty years old (like me).  Even though I
couldn't see my image in a mirror, I knew that my whole upper body was red
with shame.  I couldn't believe what I had done in the last eighteen hours
but didn't see any easy way out of it.  Ruth asked the ladies if there was
anything else they wanted me to do for them and Diane replied, "Maybe
later, I could borrow him for a cunt eating session".  Ruth replied,
"Anytime" and said it was time to get to work.

   I asked softly if I could put my panties back on and cover my cock and
Ruth replied, "Yes bitch you can put your oversized clit back in your
panties.  From now on you will not speak unless spoken to and you will
always use your natural voice when speaking.  And your 'equipment' will
always be referred to as your clit, understand?".  I didn't understand what
she meant by my natural voice but saw no problem in the rest of the
instructions and replied, "Yes ma'am" as I replace my "clit" in the
G-string.

   Cindy walked back to the bedroom still giggling and came back with two
odd looking items and a small paper bag.  As I studied the two items, they
looked like rubber breasts.  Cindy told me to place my hands on the back of
my head and walk to the full length mirror in the hallway.  I did as
instructed and Cindy pulled a chair up beside me.  Cindy then opened a
bottle of alcohol and dipped some on a gauze pad and stared to apply the
alcohol to the areas around my chest telling me to pay careful attention to
what she was doing.  She then picked up one of the rubber looking breasts
and turned it upside down, and took up a double tube item with two plungers
on top and a medical name on it.  She removed the cap and punctured the
seal with a pair of tweezers and pressed the plungers, combining the two
separate tubes and spreading the resulting clear gel around the perimeter
of the fake breast.  Cindy addressed me saying, "Billy, you have to cover
the entire perimeter of the breast form about a half inch from the edge
with a small bead of gel, understand?"

   It suddenly hit me like a brick what she was planning on doing and I
just thought, 'These ladies are crazy, my cock is a clit, Cindy is trying
to give me breasts, wait a minute'.  My concentration was broken by Cindy
again asking, "Understand?" I said "Sure", not knowing what was really
happening.  As Cindy finished her task she raised the breast form to my
chest and pressed in against my skin.  I jumped with the cold feeling of
the gel against my skin but Cindy maintained the pressure as she counted,
"1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12..13..14..15".  She then released the
breast form and nudged it a little causing it to "jiggle" but stay in
place.

   Cindy stepped back and said, "Billy, jump up and down a few times for me
to see if the breast form will stay attached.  That gel is a new adhesive
the hospital is testing for attaching latex based forms to skin tissue and
I want to see if it will handle the weight of that form." I heard Cindy
talk but was transfixed by my image in the mirror in front of me, except of
the different shades of the breast form compared to my skin (which wasn't
that much different), I had a C-sized right breast.  I jumped up and down
lightly and the "breast" jiggled and flopped a little without coming
dislodged.  I jumped higher and shook my body from side to side and the
"breast" reacted again without coming dislodged.  Cindy exclaimed,
"Alright, it works.  Now Billy, you put the other one on."

   My mind seemed to go blank as I became transfixed by the image in front
of me in the mirror.  I picked up the other breast form which and started
to apply the thin bead of gel as Cindy had just done.  The breast form
actually wrapped slightly around the side of the chest to give the total
image of a real breast.  As I finished the application of the gel, I looked
at Cindy who quickly said, "Put it on your chest, the solution sets up
rapidly." I did as instructed, watching the mirror instead of looking down
and smoothed the edges of the breast for around my chest.  I held the form
in place with both hands as I started counting like Cindy had just minutes
earlier.  After reaching fifteen, I looked at Cindy who replied, "You'er a
good pupil, I don't think I could have done it better myself.  Jump up and
down and see how it reacts".  I did as instructed, somewhat fascinated by
the idea of having "breasts" and they reacted as if they were part of my
anatomy.  I guess the full impact of what was going on hadn't hit me yet
because I found this to be rather novel.

   Cindy turned to Ruth and said that the rest of what she wanted was in
the bedroom and she really had to get to work.  Ruth thanked her for the
assistance and walked her to the door where they whispered together for
about two minutes.  Ruth returned to the living room and looked at Linda
saying, "Phase two Linda".

   Linda headed for the bedroom but squeezed one of my "breasts" as she
walked by me saying, "I'm impressed, modern science has come a long way"
and continued to the bedroom.  She returned carrying what looked like a
full paper grocery bag and pulled the chair in front of the mirror telling
me to have a seat.  Since Linda was a friend of mine from college, she
seemed to give me alot more respect than Ruth or Diane and made me feel
more at ease.  Linda pulled out a large "tackle" box out of the bag and
opened it revealing a large assortment of cosmetics in neatly arranged
"shelves".  I suddenly remembered that Linda had taken Cosmetology in the
last two years of high school at the Vocational Technical Center and I
realized what her purpose was in this process saying, "Oh my god".  Ruth
started to speak but seemed to let it go after I didn't continue to speak.

   Linda pulled a plastic card out of the box and started placing it
against my chest, or what was uncovered of my chest anyway.  After a few
seconds she went back into the box and stared mixing up something.  She
then started to rub something against the "lines" formed by the edges of
the breast forms essentially making them disappear.  I just looked in the
mirror as my "breasts" became even more real looking in a matter of
minutes. She stepped back and told me to stand and turn around.  I did as
instructed and she came back over and spread the "foundation" or whatever
it was into the forms edges in a couple of more places then nodded and
said, "Sit back down".

   As I sat down, she started on my face working diligently for about 20
minutes.  After she finished I looked in the mirror and saw a heavily made
up face that I didn't immediately recognize.  Linda reached back into her
back and produced a long wig that she started fitting on my head.  The wig
was black, just like my own hair color and after pinning it to my own hair,
she asked me to stand and walk into the living room.  As I entered the
living room, Ruth and Diane both exclaimed, "Oh my god, she's beautiful".
Ruth continued saying, "You deserve a round of applause Linda, you made a
rose out of a turnip, hahahaha".

   Linda said, "Thanks, but I do have to go, the shop is opening in a half
hour and I need to set some things up." Again, Ruth walked Linda to the
door and had a few hushed words with her before she left.

   Ruth returned to the living room and looked at Diane saying, "Phase
three sister".  Diane said "No problem" and got up and walked into the
bedroom returning with another grocery bag.  She reached in and extracted a
one piece white dress and handed it to me saying, "Go ahead honey, put it
on.  hahahahahaha".  I looked at the dress that was given to me and saw
that it buttoned up the front so I slipped it on like a trench coat and
started buttoning from the bottom.  I was amazed that it fit as well as it
did, even though it was kind of loose through the hips and ass (probably
because I had no hips or ass).  As I buttoned the first buttons, I noticed
that the dress came down about half way between my knees and my groin.  I
continued buttoning the eighteen buttons but was told to stop with four
buttons left at the top.  This covered my new "breasts" but left my neck
and the top few inches of my chest uncovered.

   Diane reached back into her bag and pulled out three pairs of white
shoes, one pair had very high heels, one pair had medium heels, and the
last pair were very low heels.  Diane told me to try the highest heels on
but it became obvious quickly that my feet were not going to fit in those
shoes.  Next were the medium heels and with the open toe, they did fit my
feet enough to go on.  They had straps that wrapped around the ankle and I
looked at Diane who said, "Go ahead fasten them." I knelt down and fastened
the ankle straps to the shoes and tried to stand.  I hadn't thought of how
the heels made it difficult to stand.

   I couldn't even think of walking but Ruth said, "Walk over to the mirror
and look at yourself slut".  I was actually getting used to the "orders"
now and just headed for the mirror on wobbly legs and took a look at
myself. What I saw in the mirror did not look good.  It actually looked at
a slightly overweight, rather large busted woman with fat knees and no ass
in a white dress.

   I looked over at Ruth and ask, "Can I just ask you one question?" to
which Ruth replied, "Ok, one question".  "Why are you doing this to me, I'm
a nice guy and I don't mean anyone any harm.  Why all this humiliation?" I
asked, and Ruth quickly replied, "Do you remember how you dumped my
sister?", as she motioned to Diane who had a shit eating grin on her face.
About six months earlier, Diane had come up to college and went to a frat
party with me.  After going to the bathroom, I returned to find Diane
talking and laughing with two of the frat boys against a wall and I guess I
got a little jealous, walking over to her and pulling her away by the
wrist. When she told me to leave her alone I made some kind of comment
about her acting like a slut to which I received a slap across the face.  I
thought I did a great job of maintaining my composure but the loudly
stated, "You want to act like a slut, then go ahead, slut" as I turned and
walked out was probably the wrong thing to say at the time.  I looked back
at Ruth and Diane and said, "Yea, I remember, whats that got to do with all
this?" motioning to the dress and heels I was wearing.  Diane simply
replied, "Hahahahahahahaha, Paybacks are a bitch ain't they Billy?".

   Ruth walked past me and into her bedroom, returning with a white leather
handbag and her own brown purse.  She handed me the white hand bag saying
that all my possessions were in there and it was time to go.  The look of
shock on my face must of been comical because Ruth's stern dominant face
that she was trying to maintain fell into total laughter in a matter of
seconds.  I gasped, "GOING OUT, IN THIS, WAIT A MINUTE".  Ruth had regained
her composure saying, "Bitch, this is the least of it" as she grabbed my
wrist and pulled me out of the apartment door with Diane coming behind us.
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   By Zoned

   Walking in heels takes practice and I quickly learned that lesson.  As
Ruth pulled me out the door of the apartment by the hand and started down
the hall, I was stumbling along behind.  Realizing how I was dressed and
not wanting people to realize I was a guy in a dress, I started
concentrating on just walking in these heels, suddenly very thankful that
the high heels Diane had brought were too small.  By the time we got to the
elevator, I had started to get the awkwardness out of my step but still
used to walking in these things.  When Ruth walked past the elevator and
opened the door to the stairs, I started to object.  What stopped me was
the elevator door opening and two guys coming out.  Their eyes ran up and
down my body as they came by me and headed to the end of the hall.  Ruth
giggled and said, "There you go Billy, you passed the first test" and
gently pulled me through the door to the stairs.

   Walking on stairs with heels for the first time was a challenge but by
the time we got to the ground floor, (the apartment was on the third
floor), I had gotten the hang of that too.  As we walked to Diane's car, an
older model big Thunderbird, I was walking on steadier feet but my calves
started to bother me.

   Diane unlocked and opened the passenger door and I entered with Ruth
sitting beside, sandwiched between the two sisters.  As Diane started the
car, I looked at Ruth and asked, "How long is this going to go on?" and she
replied, "Well, if you do whatever we say for the weekend, then we'll just
use you from time to time".  The use of the words, "use you", bothered me
but I thought better than to ask anything else, just hang on for the next
two days and I'd be out of this situation for the time being.  As Diane
headed for the city, Washington DC, she placed her right hand on my thigh
and rubbed it back and forth saying, "I think I like you with shaved legs
and nylons Billy, maybe I'll give you a little 'treat' later on".

   As we crossed the DC line, in one of the seedier parts of town, Diane
pulled up to the curb in front of a liquor store.  She turned to me and
said, "Would you be a sweetie and go get me a pack of Salem Lights?".  I
looked at her with a 'Are you serious?' look and Ruth spoke saying, "Sure
she will, and I'll go with her" as she opened the door and stood on the
sidewalk waiting for me to get out.  I didn't want to get out of the car
until Ruth said, "Come on Billy, every second you wait will cost you a
button on that dress.  One....two.....three...four...".  She quit counting
as I got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk with her.  Ruth said that
she liked even numbers so I would unbutton two buttons on top and two on
the bottom.  I just kept thinking, 'make it through the weekend Bill and
you'll be home free' as I unbuttoned two buttons on the top of my dress,
revealing a little cleavage and two buttons on the bottom revealing more of
my 'manly' legs.

   Diane called out, "Here you go" and I looked around and saw her holding
out her hand.  I bent over inside the open door of the car to get the
money, a roll of fifty nickels, from her.  As I was bent over to get the
money, Diane said "Hold out both of your hands" which I did as she broke
open the roll of nickels into my hands.  As the nickels started to fall
into my hands about six of them fell on the front seat floor so I bent
further to retrieve them.  The sounds from behind me of "Oh baby","Flash
that ass honey", "You can sit on my face anytime Sweetthing" made me
suddenly remember how I was dressed and the position I was in.  I quickly
sat in the passenger seat and closed the door and started to collect the
nickels on the floor.  Ruth started, "One...Two..  to kneel to get the
nickels, Ruth said, "Wait a minute honey, three more buttons".

   I looked over at the liquor store and there were three black men
standing in front with shit eating grins on there faces.  They had
obviously been the ones "catcalling" earlier and equally obviously had just
heard Ruth's command.  I looked down at my body and decided to unbutton two
buttons on top and one on the bottom.  After completing the "debuttoning"
operation, I looked down and saw that the cleavage between my breasts was
very obvious, but the gap at the bottom of the dress still hid the top of
the stockings and the garter belt straps.  As I knelt down to recover the
rest of the nickels, the three men started in on me, "Come on honey,
unbutton them all", "Come on Sweetheart, come on over here, I'll give you
something to unbutton and unzip".  After collecting all the nickels, I
started to head towards the liquor store but one of the three men, the
youngest and biggest, stepped in front of me saying, "What, you don't want
any of this nigger cock, bitch.  You to good for us?".  Ruthie whispered in
my ear, "Tell them that you'll take care of them after you get what you
need in the store, in you natural voice".  I froze while the man in front
of me started to move his right hand towards my breath.  Not knowing what
kind of reaction I would get out of this man when he found out that I was
really a guy but saw little choice.  I guess I was getting used to my
submissive roll and said, "I'll take care of you after I get what I need,
Ok?" to the man.

   The man stepped back with eyes wide and started laughing saying, "It's a
fucking faggot, jesus christ, a faggot dressed up like a bitch, with tits
and everything".  His two friends were laughing with him and with their
distraction, I walked into the liquor store with Ruth right behind me.  As
I walked to the counter, the black man behind the counter asked, "An what
can I get for you ladies, directions maybe because we don't see fine stuff
like you around these parts much".  By now, I knew what was expected of me
in Ruth's humiliation campaign and said it my normal male voice, "I would
like a pack of Salem Lights, please".  The clerk behind the counter looked
amazed as he looked back and forth from the breasts to my face saying,
"Well I'll be damned, the finest looking 'it' I've ever seen".  An obese
black man walked up from the back of the store laughing and saying in a
deep voice, "We got ourselves a couple of faggots here Jerome?, think your
place is going to get a bad reputation here".  As he approached us, he took
his right hand and grabbed Ruth between the legs and laughed as he came up
to me and did the same, I couldn't do much with both hands full of nickels,
saying, "Well, make that one faggot Jerome, the other one seems to be an
innie, hahahahaha, think we ought to teach this 'thing' a lesson about
lowering our property values?  hahahahahaha".  The clerk behind the counter
placed a pack of Salem Lights on the counter and looked at the obese man
saying, "Lay off Clyde, customers are customers" and looked at me saying
"Two fifty" while he shook his head looking at my 'breasts'.  I put the
nickels on the counter and started counting them out to 'Jerome' when he
said, "I trust you, get on outta here before you cause me some trouble".

   With that, I grabbed the pack of cigarettes and headed for the door.  As
we left the store, with laughter behind us, I headed directly for the car.
As I got to the door, the young guy said to me, "I thought you were going
to take care of me when you got

   out, Faggie boy".  I stopped with my hand on the door handle and looked
at Ruth, who was standing beside me.  She looked at the three men standing
8 feet away and back at me and seemed to hesitate, deciding whether or not
I would have to 'take care' of the young guy.  After three glances at me
and the black man, Ruth finally said, "Get in the car Billy".  As I opened
the door, the three men started laughing with the young one saying, "You
don't know what your missing, faggie boy, I'd have given you a belly full,
hahahahahahaha".  I opened the car door and got in the car with Ruth right
behind me.  Diane was giggling as she put the car in gear and pulled away
from the curb.

   As I sat in the car, I looked down at my 'breasts' and could easily see
why the men in the store were fooled, they looked quite natural and maybe
too exposed but I didn't dare ask Ruth if I could button a button back up,
they were fake anyway so why was I so self conscious.  As we traveled down
the street, Ruth asked, "We found a Mastercharge in your wallet with your
picture on it, how does a college student like you with no job get a credit
card?".  I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Dad got it for me to take care
of college expenses, he said it was easier than a checking account".  Ruth
laughed as Diane continued to drive toward downtown.

   I wondered where we were going as we drove for about 20 minutes, through
the museums and the mall and into Georgetown.  Diane finally stopped the
car and backed into a curbside parking space.  Ruth opened the door and I
got out behind her.  She said, "Your forgetting your purse Sweetie" and I
reached back in a retrieved it.  Diane joined us on the sidewalk and we
walked about a half block to what appeared to be a small clothing shop.  We
entered and an older lady came to Ruth and gave her a small hug saying,
"Ah, Ruthie, I haven't seen you in a while".

   As I looked around, I noticed that there were other 'ladies' showing off
outfits to other women but on closer examination, saw that they all looked
masculine in nature.  It didn't take long to figure out that this was a
specialty shop of some type catering to a 'different' type of clientele.  I
was led over to a shoe rack and gently pushed down into a seat by Ruth.  A
young man came to me and removed my right shoe and started measuring my
stockinged foot.  Then he went into the back and returned with a pair of
red open-toed high heel shoes and tried the right one on my foot.  He then
removed my left shoe and replace it with other one in the box.  Ruth said,
"Well, get up and see if they fit".  The heels on these shoes were high,
like four inches, and when I stood I had to hold onto the back of my seat
to stay up.  "Walk around" came the command from Ruth and I tried to walk
in the high heels.  After about 20 steps, I started to get the hang of it
but walking on my tippy toes was anything but comfortable.  The older lady
then returned and started taking measurements of my waist, bust and hips
and walked to a rack in the back of the store returning with a white two
piece leather dress that looked very short.  "Try this on" she said and
pointed towards the dressing rooms in the back of the shop.

   I removed the mid thigh dress I had on and slipped into the skirt.  It
was tight around my hips, but after sucking my gut in just a little, I
could get it to buckle.  The dress had a zipper on the side that began at
the top, right below the top of the dress and went down to the hem.  I
zipped it down and looked in the mirror.  The skirt was very short with the
hem coming just below my crotch and very tight.  I had to unbutton and
unzip the skirt to readjust my garter belt and stockings so they would
remain hidden from view and then put the skirt back on.  With the high heel
shoes, I appeared to of suddenly acquired an ass which

   the skirt seemed to accent.  The top was also leather and had four
buttons at the bottom, with a very low cut and tight fit.  After dressing,
I left the dressing room to return to the ladies.  As I entered the room,
Ruth nodded her head and with her hand indicated that I turn around.  After
turning two times, a very difficult task in high heels by the way, Ruth
said that she thought that would do.  She instructed me to pay the lady and
I looked at Ruth with a questioning look.  "With the credit card sweetie"
and I thought about how I would explain this to my parents.  I reached into
my purse and there was the wallet from my pants.  I pulled out the credit
card and walked to the counter.  The bill came to $118 but I just wanted to
get out of this shop and this scene and get back to normal so I didn't
complain.  Diane came walking up from the dressing rooms with the dress I
had worn in while Ruth used a pair of scissors from the cashier to cut the
tags off of my new outfit.  Ruth walked over and gave the sales lady a hug
and looked back at me and Diane and said, "Let's go".

   We walked out to the car and I occasionally held onto Diane's shoulder
because of the high heels.  My legs were wobbly, like when I started ice
skating, and without Diane's shoulder, I doubt I could have stayed up. 
Once I got it into my mind to walk on the balls my feet instead of the
whole foot, the walking did get easier but took alot of concentration.  As
we got back to the car, Diane unlocked the passenger door first and I
looked at Ruth with a questioning face.  She replied, "Very good, slut, you
can get in".  I entered the car and Ruth got in beside me.  Diane got in
the drivers seat and started driving.  I guess I had ignored my cock, or
'clit' as Ruth referred to it, for the past hours, it being shoved up
underneath the G-string and now started to react to me being almost naked
in the leather outfit.  I don't know whether it was the humiliation or the
feel of the leather against my ass as I sat down in the car seat, but
something was starting to arouse me.  As we drove out of Georgetown and
into northwest DC I began to move around in my seat to get comfortable, but
this movement just seemed to excite me more and my cock was starting to
strain as it hardened.

   Ruth looked past me at Diane and said, "We haven't had lunch yet and
it's past 1:00, pull into this McDonald's up here".  As Diane pulled into
the McDonald's, we all got out of the car and I took a few steps holding
onto the car before I got my 'heels' legs back.  We went into the
McDonald's and I thought of an opportunity to take care of my hardening
cock.  I looked at Ruth and said, "Mistress Ruth, could I go to the
bathroom, I have to pee".  Ruth smiled and said, "Yes Billy, go to the
Men's room and use the urinal.  Before you do, unsnap and drop the dress to
your ankles, it's leather and doesn't stain very easy".  I hadn't even
thought of which bathroom to use and I didn't really have to use the
bathroom for it's conventional purposes anyway so I said, "Well, maybe I
don't have to go as bad as I thought".  Ruth laughed again and said, "I
don't care if you 'have' to go or not, do as I instructed".  I steadied my
heels legs and headed for the bathroom.  The McDonald's was rather empty at
this time so I thought that maybe I could get away with this in private.  I
entered the Men's room with challenge and was very happy to see that no one
else was in there at the time.

   As the door closed, I looked around.  The Men's room had two urinals and
two stalls.  My mind said that Ruth or Diane wouldn't come in here so I
headed for one of the stalls.  As I pushed the door to the stall open to
enter, I heard a male voice behind me saying, "The lady out there told me
to make sure you used the urinal".  I looked to my left and saw a large,
about 350 pound, man standing at the door to the bathroom looking up and
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   body.  I thought that there is no way I was going to let this fat slob
see me in my G-string so I headed for the door to the bathroom.  Mr.  Tubbo
blocked my exit and repeated, "The lady out there told me to make sure you
used the urinal".  Well, it became immediately obvious that I wasn't going
to get past this guy so I guess I went into some kind of shock and walked
over to the urinal and unzipped the leather skirt.  I looked over my
shoulder and saw the man standing with his back against the wall smiling at
me.  I unbuckled the skirt and pushed it over my 'hips', what there were of
hips anyway and let it fall to my ankles.  I looked back over my shoulder
at the mirrors over the sinks behind me and saw what the man was seeing,
red garter belt attached to pink stockings and the faintest hint of pink
panties at the top of the crack of my ass.  My ass was fully exposed and
moving my eyes to the large man, I saw the his smile had turned to a grin.
I pulled down the front of my G-string and 'fished' out my three quarters
hard cock and pointed it at the urinal, thinking, 'Why me?'.  (N)onstop,
(Q)uit, (C)ontinue?  Since I didn't really have to use the bathroom anyway,
I started to slowly jerk off, hoping the man wouldn't notice.  After about
15 seconds, the man said, "She also told me to make sure you didn't jerk
off in here, hahahahaha".  The man approached me and put his hand on my ass
saying, "If your finished, there's other business to be taken care of." Not
knowing what he was talking about, I moved backwards and started to
redress. With a now fully erect cock, shoving it between my legs would be
painful so I placed sideways under the G-string.  I reached down and worked
the leather skirt back over my hips and buckled and fastened.  After
zipping the skirt I looked in the mirror seeing my bulge very evident
underneath the tight leather skirt.  I thought that this was too obvious
and raised the skirt to readjust my cock between my legs.  After lowering
the skirt I saw that this mostly covered my 'problem' but left me with a
strained cock root that I figured I would just have to live with.  As I
looked in the mirror, I almost cried with the image that looked back, the
humiliation and degradation I had gone through since last night had reached
new lows and I didn't know how important hiding that picture was anymore. I
shook my head at myself and turned and headed for the door but the large
man stopped me by blocking my way.

   "The lady said that you would blow me", the man said.  I reacted with a
gasp and said, "No way, get out of the way and let me go".  The man laughed
saying, "Blow me or I take that ass hole of yours" as he unzipped his pants
and pulled out his cock.  With his fat belly and thighs, his cock was
'hidden' in his groin.  I quickly decided that this guy could easily rape
me if he wanted to, do to his sheer size and decided that this was just one
more 'scene' that Ruth had put me up to.  I said, "Let's at least go in one
of the stalls", and he replied, "Nah, right here is fine with me".  I
slowly dropped to my knees and turned my head sideways to access his half
hard cock and put it in my mouth.  I remembered about how my tongue had
made Richard react faster the night before and wanted this to be over as
fast as possible, fearing that someone else would enter and suffer more
humiliation from that.  As the man's cock was in my mouth, I constantly ran
my tongue over his cockhead and sucked as hard as I could.  The man didn't
last long as his cock started to harden rapidly.  I continued my tongue
playing as I sucked as hard as I could.  As the cock in my mouth started to
spasm, I tried to pull away, knowing what was coming next but I felt hands
on the back of my head and couldn't pull away from the onslaught of sperm
that started erupting from the man's cock.  As blasts of sperm continued to
explode into my mouth I heard the creaking sound of the restroom door open
and heard voice saying, "Hey man, can I

   have some of that?".  The man whose cock I had in my mouth replied,
"Sure, as soon as it is finished with me" in a strained voice.  As the
man's hands released from the back of my head I moved off of his cock and
moved as fast as I could in standing up and running to the bathroom door.
As I opened the door, I encountered a Policeman coming into the bathroom. I
mumbled "scuse me" since my mouth was still full of the man's sperm and
made my way past him.  I didn't hear a reply or look back just kept walking
rapidly to Ruth and Diane who were looking at me with questioning eyes.

   As I approached the ladies, Diane asked, "What took you so long?".  I
swallowed and said with my teeth still sticky from the cum, "Shit, I had to
blow that fat guy, what did you expect".  Diane and Ruth both looked at me
funny and started laughing, with Ruth saying, "What makes you think you had
to blow him?".  I said, "DIdn't you tell him that I would blow him?".  The
girls laughed saying that he was just making sure you were using the urinal
and laughed some more.  While we were standing there talking, the policeman
I had met at the door of the restroom approached us and asked if I would
step outside with him for a moment.  I said "Sure", and started to walk
outside with him.  Ruth and Diane started to follow but the officer told
them to stay inside.

   Once we got outside, the officer asked me to tell him what happened in
the restroom.  I said, "I went into the restroom to relieve myself at the
urinal.  My mistress wanted me to use the urinal instead of the commode and
sent the big guy in to ensure I followed her instructions.  After using the
bathroom, the big guy told me to blow him or he would 'rape' me in the
ass." figuring that the total truth was warranted because this was a cop
who could arrest me.  I continued, "So I blew him.  I didn't see any other
choice at the time".  The officer just looked at me and scanned his eyes up
and down my body the asked for some ID.  I reached inside my purse and took
out my wallet and retrieved my drivers license.  The officer looked at the
license and then at me and then the license again.  He pointed at my
'breasts' and asked, "Are these real?".  I replied, "No, there not but they
make a good impression".  The officer nodded his head and said, "Mr. 
Thompson, the man your accusing of threatening to 'rape' you is a
businessman in the community here, I'd watch what I say about our residents
especially since your way out of your territory" as he handed me my
Maryland Drivers License back.  "Why don't you come over to my car with me
son, or lady, or whatever you are" the officer instructed and as I walked
over, he stayed behind me.  I said, "I'm just telling you what happened
officer, there's never any harm in telling the truth".

   The officer contemplated my last statement and said, "Put your hands on
the hood of the car and spread your legs".  I was somewhat relieved in that
this would definintely make those pictures Ruth had of me worthless and did
what the officer commanded.  He continued "I'm placing you under arrest for
soliciting for prostitution and you have the right to remain silent,
......".  The spiel continued as my mind went blank and first one then the
other arm was pulled behind my back and handcuffed them.  He put me in the
back seat of the car and moved around to the drivers seat carrying my
purse. He fished the Drivers License that I had just dropped in the purse
out and started talking on the radio, checking on priors or outstandings or
whatever those guys do.  As he was talking on the radio, Ruth and Diane
came out of the McDonald's with a worried look on there faces.  As they
approached the patrol car, the officer rolled down the window and told them
he was taking me in, and gave them directions to the police station.  I
thought it odd but the

   officer told the ladies that he had some personal business to take care
of so it might take a little while to get me to the station house.







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   This is my frist attempt at adult fiction, any comments or positive
criticisms are welcome.  This story is just a story, a work of fiction. 
Any similarities to people, events or places is purely coincidental.
Warning: This story contains adult sexual situations.  If you are

   under 18, do not read any further.

   Why Me?  Part 4

   By Zoned

   Well, this was a hell of pinch I got myself into.  The officer started
his cruiser and pulled out of the parking lot of the McDonald's and started
his lecture.  "First, son, you shouldn't go out in public dressed like that
and expect people to treat you normally.  Second, you can't prostitute
yourself and expect not to get arrested, in today's age that's probably the
least of your risks you should worry about.  And I don't care if you've got
a (N)onstop, (Q)uit, (C)ontinue?  cock or a cunt between your legs, looking
like you do you're a rapists wet dream.  And when you get put in the can
around those other bad guys, there going to love having something dressed
like you behind bars with them.  Son, if you wanted to suck cock, your
going to get more than you can handle in the holding cell, let me tell you.
And dressed like that and being from Maryland, I'm sure the hearing officer
is going to think twice about letting you back out on the streets anytime
soon, so you probably are going to have more 'fun' in jail that you ever
imagined, hahahahahahaha" he said as he continued talking "Mr.  Thompson
said that you gave a pretty good blowjob so maybe you'll be able to keep
them out of your ass, but I wouldn't count on it.  hahahahahaha".

   I took the opportunity to try to defend myself again, thinking that
going to jail dressed and looking like I did wasn't a very good option,
saying, "Officer, what I said was true, I didn't go in that restroom to
give that man a blow job, I went in there to piss and go back to my
mistress and her sister.  Please sir, if there were anything I could do to
change what happened I would have but I'm just trying to keep myself out of
trouble with my mistress.  If there is anything I could say," and thinking
of taking a different turn, "'or do' to make you change your mind about
arresting me, I would.  I have no modesty or pride left, is there anything
I can do to make you forget this situation?" I realized what I was offering
and I also realized that I had lowered myself to what I consider to be
subhuman, a dredge of society, but at the same time I held my breath
waiting for the officer to respond to my offer.

   The officer seemed to laugh more as he took a turn down an alley.  At
the end of the alley, he pulled in front of an open garage door saying,
"Anything huh, do you know what you are offering?".  I gulped and
responded, "Yes sir" as tears started to come to my eyes.  He pulled into
the open garage door and the door closed behind us, although I saw him do
nothing to cause the door to close.  I looked around and saw a concrete
block garage of sorts with another uniformed black officer walking up to
the car as the driver got out and came to the back door.  He opened it and
asked, "Anything?  hahahahaha".  I just groaned as I climbed out of the car
and stood beside him, still in handcuffs.  The officer repeated,
"Anything?" in a louder tone and I mumbled, "yes sir".

   The officer looked at the black officer, and said, "Will this do, I
understand it gives good blowjobs".  The black officer said, "It, what's
with this it shit, that's a fine looking piece of ass you got there
Daveyboy".  The white officer said, "It's a guy, dressed up like a girl,
sorry, it's all I could do on such short

   notice.  I didn't know it was a guy until I got him in cuffs.  Will he
do for the time being?".  I just looked at the two officers and thought,
'what have I got myself into now, I guess jail dressed like this would be
worse'.  The black officer said, "Gives a good blowjob huh, well let's see.
If he doesn't than you can take him in and let the guys in lockup teach him
the right way, hahahahaha".  With that he unzipped his pants and pulled out
his jet black cock which looked like a thick sausage even when limp.

   "Suck it bitch" was the only instruction and I dropped to my knees and
started licking the head.  As the cock started to harden and I started to
put the head in my mouth the officer started rubbing the back of my head
and gently pulling it forward into his hardening cock.  As I kept my eyes
closed and tried to concentrate on pleasing the cock in my mouth, the
cockhead grew bigger than I realized a cock could.  As the head started to
swell, I felt it pushing harder against my mouth do the cock attached to it
lengthening to an unbelievable size.  I tried to pull my head back but was
restricted by the large black officers hands on the back of my head.  With
my hands in cuffs behind me, there wasn't anything I could do but to try
and get this over with as quickly as possible.  I closed my lips tightly
around the cockhead, which filled my mouth and pressed against my gullet at
the entrance to my throat and started to suck, using my tongue on the
underside of the cock head.

   As the officer started to pull my head into the extremely long cock, the
enormous (no exaggeration) cock head pressed against my throat and finally
passed the point of no return.  I successfully fought the gag reflex and
tried to swallow, which I knew was pleasurable to the owner of the cock due
to his remark, "Yea, bitch, suck my monster cock real good there.  That
tight throat feels real good there honey." With that he started to pull my
head back and forth, essentially using my mouth, lips, tongue and throat as
a masturbation device.  As he picked up speed and the large cockhead
repeated pounded and against and through my throat opening, I gave up on
sucking him and just kept my lips as tight as possible on his cock shaft,
using my tongue to rub the bottom on his cock and trying to synchronize my
breathing through my nose to keep air going to my lungs.  After about five
strokes, I thought I had 'mastered' the gag reflex thing but as soon as I
changed my concentration to my breathing, I felt myself gagging on the
large cock head.  The black officer laughed, saying, "Can't handle it, huh,
bitch.  I'll just be a few more minutes" and he started pounding the cock
into my throat, not even backing out of the entrance, effectively stopping
air from getting to my lungs.  I tried hold my breath as the pounding
became more and more rapid and suddenly he pulled hard against my head,
pulling his entire cock (I guess it was about 11 inches long) into my mouth
and throat.

   My jaws were aching from being stretched to unbelievable limits for so
long of a time but this pain was nothing compared to the pain in my throat.
I didn't even feel the sperm being shot into my lower throat but my sudden
need to vomit and cough was impossible to fight.  I started shaking my head
and pulling back from the cock as I could feel the vomit coming up my
throat.  The officer allowed me to retract off of his cock and I pulled
away as his sperm splashed me on the side of my face as his cock left my
mouth.  I turned to my left and subsequently vomited my stomachs contents
onto the concrete floor.  As I was emptying my stomach I realized that my
throat felt like it was on fire and the faintly heard the officers
laughing.

   I was on my knees, dry hacking through a very sore throat,

   dressed "to kill" in a white short leather dress and low cut leather
top, fake tits glued to my chest, high high heeled shoes and handcuffs when
I saw the flash of light to my side.  I turned and (again) heard the
distinct noise of a Polaroid camera ejecting a photo.  All I could think
was 'Not again'.  The White officer addressed me, "Just a little additional
warranty, combined with the prostitution charge, to ensure you keep your
mouth shut.  We have you home address in Maryland and we will be keeping
that little prostitution charge in abeyance unless you give us reason to do
otherwise.  I called information and found your phone number too, so I or
we may be calling you in the future if we decide we need anything, ok
bitch".  All I could think of was 'What choice to I have' before answering,
"Yes Sir".  The officer continued, "Very good, now when we call we'll ask
for you, Bill, and the if you hear the person on the other end say,
'Saskachawan', then you know that you will have to do whatever they say, is
that understood bitch?".  "Yes Sir" was my reply as I realized that
speaking was becoming a task with my sore throat.

   As I turned to my right, I noticed that the black officer was nowhere to
be seen and the white officer approached me and unlocked my handcuffs.  As
I rose, I again realized the unsteadiness of the high heels and in my
weakened state, the unsteadiness became worse.  I rapidly wobbled over to a
concrete wall a few feet away and steadied myself.  The officer brought me
my purse and told me, "Honey, your on your own.  You friends were heading
to the station house which is four blocks to your right off of the alley
and another three blocks on your left.  Remember, if we have any problems
with you, we can still press these charges and now we have a photograph to
support the charge".

   After making the last statement, the officer walked to the front of the
"garage" and opened the garage doors via a button to the right.  I saw that
I was expected to leave to I tried to straighten my outfit and brush off my
knees as I flexed my leg muscles to try and get my high heel legs back. 
The officer said, "Go ahead bitch, get out of here or I will take you in".
With that statement I started walking gingerly towards the open garage
door. I exited the garage without even looking at the laughing officer.  I
kept swallowing to try and sooth my throat that felt sore and acrid after
the deep throat and vomiting.  The first thing I needed was something to
drink so I walked out the short alley and turned right to look for a
restaurant or store.

   The pedestrian traffic was rather light, considering it was mid
afternoon on a Friday but the people I did encounter seemed to look at me
funny and avoided me.  I didn't know what was differe out.  I saw a gas
station a block ahead and thought that it would be a place to clean up and
get a drink.  I tried to hurry to the gas station but quickly realized that
hurrying was not practical in the heels so I just steadily headed for it.
The other people on the sidewalk were still giving me funny looks and
avoiding me as I finally got to the gas station.  I reached into my purse
to look for some change for a soda and found none so I took a twenty dollar
bill I keep stashed away in a side compartment of my wallet and approached
the cashier.  The cashier wasn't paying attention as I approached and asked
for change for a twenty keys to the bathroom.  When he looked around at me
his eyes grew in size, I had forgotten how I was dressed and my male voice
seemed to surprise him from my appearance.  He started talking in an
aggressive tone saying, "We don't cater to freaks like you, get out of here
before I call the cops." and then quizzically asked, "What's that shit on
the side of your face?, Oh god, you fucking faggot, get the hell out of
here.  We don't want you on the

   property." With the last question, I faintly remembered the spray of
sperm on the side of my face and as I reached my right hand up to my cheek,
I encountered alot of sperm on the side of my face.  It had somewhat
solidified over about half of my cheek all the way from my temple to my
jaw.

   My mind's first reply was to try and talk the man into giving me the
change at least but as he pulled a baseball bat out from under the counter
and started for the door of the booth, I decided that leaving was probably
a good idea.  I kept my right hand over my cheek as I moved as fast as I
could in the heels back towards the street.  The calls, "And never come
back you fucking freaking faggot" arose behind me as I made it to the
sidewalk.  A group of four hard hatted workers were working on a pothole in
front of the station and one of them yelled to the others, "Faggot alert,
let's have some head bashing fun boys".  The four headed for me as I
started walking faster down the street.  A call from the direction of the
gas station, "Get you asses back to work, I ain't paying you to lally gag
around" seemed to set the hard hats back to their tasked, and probably
saved me from a beating.  All I could say was "OK Billy, fuck this guy
acting shit.  Act and talk like a girl and you will get further.  A liquor
store a half block up was my next objective.

   I entered the liquor store thinking 'How can woman wear these fucking
shoes all the time' and started looking around the store.  I went to the
refrigerated section and found a large bottle of spring water and headed
for the checkout.  I added a small package of tissues and Scope at the
checkout and approached the cashier.  He rung up the merchandise and said,
"Five eighteen" without even looking at me.  I handed him my clutched
twenty and received the change without opening my mouth and looked around
the store for a restroom.  I noticed a makeshift bar/backroom towards the
back of the store and headed in that direction.  As I approached the
backroom, which had three older men sitting at a table with a bottle of
Vodka in the middle and cards being dealt, I thought about how this all got
started, and thought 'Just because I wanted to see Ruthie's body and have
some fun with her, now look at me'.  There were two bathrooms at the back
of this room, one marked 'Guys' and the other 'Gals'.  I instinctively
headed for the 'Guys' restroom but realized the situation I was in and
changed to the 'Gals' room.  I entered a small restroom and closed and
locked the door.  As I looked in the mirror, I saw why people were looking
at me, the black officer had emitted an enormous amount of sperm that had
almost covered my right cheek.  I wetted a paper towel and started to rub
the shit off of my face but quickly realized that the makeup and rouge (if
that's what they call this stuff) was coming off with the hard scrubbing so
I started using light rubbing and warmer water and this seemed to preserve
more of the existing makeup on my face.  As I looked at myself in the
mirror, I still saw me with a wig and makeup and couldn't see how anyone
could mistake me for a girl.  After getting cleaned up and drinking some
water and gargling, my appearance seemed somewhat normal, if anyone could
consider this normal, and my throat wasn't hurting and burning quite as
bad. After one more swig off of the spring water, I threw everything except
the tissues, which I put in my purse, in the trash can and collected myself
and walked back out the door.

   As I exited the store and looked around the get my bearings.  I was
scared because I was getting used to this abuse and it wasn't bothering me
as much as I knew it should, I should be a nervous wreck by now, but
instead I just wanted to get to the Police Station and Ruth and Diane.  I
figured I had walked about two blocks so I headed back up the sidewalk. 
The other pedestrians weren't avoiding me anymore, which was good; but the
male

   pedestrians were ogling me, which was not good.  As I walked the next
two blocks, starting to get cramps in the calves and thighs

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   Re: NEW: Why Me?  Part 4

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   of my legs from these ridiculous shoes, I noticed a sign that said
'Police' with an arrow to the left.  Three more blocks and I'd be there so
I quickened my pace to the maximum allowed with these shoes on and tried to
ignore the complaints of my feet and legs.

   As I approached the Police station, I noticed Diane's Thunderbird in the
parking lot, although it seemed to be empty.  With a sigh of relief, that
there was a friend (if you could call Ruth and Diane that) within reach, I
headed for the front door of the Police Station.  As I entered through the
doors, I surveyed the waiting room in front of me.  The room was rather
full with some 'odd' looking people, the observing of who would have
interested me in another situation, but my focus was for Ruth and Diane who
I spotted standing over in a corner talking to an officer who had his back
to me.  As I approached, Ruth called out, "There's our lost soul, come on
over Billy and meet our new friend", indicating the officer.  As the
officer turned to face me, I saw that it was the same officer who had
'arrested' me earlier in the (N)onstop, (Q)uit, (C)ontinue?  day.  Ruth
turned to the officer saying, "We will be talking to you later" and then
came to me with Diane in tow, took my hand and we left the station house.
Without incident, or any talking, we got in Diane's T-bird, me in the
middle with both girls on each side as Diane left the parking lot.

   Once we were on the road, Ruth started with, "You had us scared there
Billy, I'm sure glad you figured a way out of that mess" to which I
replied, "I don't want to talk about it, OK?".  Diane spoke up saying, "But
we want to here all the gory details, couldn't you humor us a little, I'm
sure that you wouldn't want to walk and hitchhike home dressed like that.
Hahahahahaha".  I looked and Diane and shook my head and kept quiet.  Diane
asked, "Well, what's it going to be, walk or talk?".  I said, "You've got
to be kidding, do you have any idea what I have been through in the last
couple of hours?", "No, that's what we want you to tell us.  We have the
basics from Officer Grant but we want the juicy details" was Dianes reply.

   "Let's just go home and then I'll tell you about it, ok.  I'm tired and
my legs are killing me.  Please." I said as Diane turned the corner and
pulled up to the curb.  Ruth spoke now, "One more stop, then were going
home Billy.  Get out".  I exited after Ruth on the passenger side and Diane
stayed in the car, beside the fire hydrant.  We walked up the sidewalk
about half a block and came to a storefront, 'Pleasure Toys, for the
discriminating adult" was the sign on the door.  As Ruth opened the door,
all I could think was 'Here we go again'.

   We entered the store and Ruth said, "We need to make it quick, before
the cops come and our ride has to move".  I looked around the store and
couldn't beleive the 'items' on the shelves, hung on the walls and in the
glass case infront of the register.  There were rubber and metal cocks, odd
looking devices, and equipment.  Some clothing on the back shelf and
leathery things on the back wall were where Ruth initially headed and I
followed.  She reached up high and pulled down four 2 inch leather straps
with some kind of buckle on them and an odd looking leather whip like
device with many knotted strands coming off of a handle that started small,
about 1" in diameter, where the strands attached but enlarged to what
looked like 2 1/2" in diameter at the end topped with a 3 1/2" leather
ball. The handle was made of strapped leather and looked dangerous.  She
also picked up a two foot long rod with a one inch wide and three inch long
hard rubber 'flap' mounted on the end.  She handed these items to me

   and started walking looking at a rack of 'clothes' near the wall.

   The 'clothes', if you could call them that, were acutally black rubber
looking 'panties' with rubber-like cocks attached to the front.  She
started looking at sizes, I didn't know if she was looking at the cock
sized or panty sizes, and I couldn't figure out why I would need to wear
something like that, I already had a cock.  She chose two of them and
handed them to me.  I glanced at them real quick, the smaller pair had a
very long and thick 'cock" attached to it while the bigger pair had a more
normal sized 'cock' attached while inside of the panties was some type of
hardened rubber device that epanded where the cock was attached and a
softening rubber piece that went down toward the crotch.

   A loud cough broke my attention from the panties, if you could call them
that, and I looked up to see an irritated Ruth looking at me and standing
along the sidewall.  I walked to her and she had three things in her hands
which she handed to me.  My hands were rapidly filling but she moved off to
the glass case in front of the cashier who suddenly had taken a definite
interest in us.  She asked if she could see a couple of items and pointed
them out to the cashier.  The cashier extracted the items from the case and
handed them to Ruth.  One was simply a round, rubbery looking, ring and the
other was a small bottle of something.  "Ok, we'll take both of these and a
tube of that heat lotion, too" was Ruth's remarks as she but the items on
the counter.  She glanced at me, saying "Pay the man Billy" as she headed
out of the store.

   I placed the items I had in my hands on the counter finally getting a
chance to see the pictures and the names of the boxes that Ruth had last
handed me.  A suction dildo, a anal plug, and an extra large vibrating butt
plug were the names and the pictures took my breath away.  Up to this
point, the only thing actually 'attacked' by Ruth were my pride and my
mouth.  I never thought about my asshole but Ruth obviously had.  The
cashier rang the merchandise up and said, "One sixty seven eighty five,
will that be cash or charge mam".  I thought what the fuck and answered in
my natural voice, "Charge" as I dug the charge card out of my purse.  The
male cashier laughed as he took the charge card and completed the
transaction.  He bagged up the merchandise and handed it all to me
laughingly saying, "Have a good day sir".

   I exited the store and started walking down the block to where Diane was
parked.  Ruth was standing beside the passenger door and opened it as I
approached.  We seated ourselves and we were on our way back to Ruth's
apartment.  "What is all this stuff for?" I asked until Ruth replied quite
adamantly, "From now on, don't speak unless your spoken too, understand?".
"Yes Mam" was my only reply.  The rest of the trip back to the apartment
was quiet except for an occasional giggle by Diane as she looked at me.





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