Shock Tactics
Keywords: Tactics, Shock,
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"Trudy is so insecure of handsome boyfriend, David, she tricks him into dressing as a girl so no friend finds him desirable at a party. Good idea? Make up your own mind as her plan backfires when a surprise guest finds him irresistible."
*Chapter 1 - Dressing for the Party*
I bet you've never met someone as insecure and jealous as my girlfriend, Trudy. She believes if I'm too desirable, every girl will want me. I'm flattered but I give her grounds for concern. I'm an outrageous flirt and know I'm popular with the ladies. Being charming comes naturally and I can't help my boyish good looks. Trudy loves me so much she does her best to spoil my fun. She makes me wear daft fashionable clothes and even cuts my hair badly - yet girls still fancy me. I just can't help my animal magnetism. It's a gift. Things are better, she's certainly more trusting so I believed her when she tells me about Guy and Darlene's dinner party. It's a themed fancy-dress, where the boys dress as girls and the girls as boys. I thought for a moment of Trudy in my blue pinstriped suit with a crisp white shirt and tie and felt my little cock stiffen. It could be fun I muse as I find seeing her in my clothes very sexually thrilling. Then I consider Guy. 'I can't imagine him in a dress,' I say.
'I know,' Trudy chuckles, 'it will be a right giggle.
'... And he agreed,' I ask bemused.
'Yes,' she laughs. 'That's the amazing thing. Didn't you know, given half the chance boys love to wear skirts.'
'Hmm,' I say unconvinced. 'I've never worn a skirt before.'
'That's even better,' she claps. 'A skirt virgin. I'm sure you'll find the whole experience humbling.'
I wasn't sure. 'I'll look a prat.'
She saw my reluctance.
'It will be hard for me too, Honey,' she coos, 'I wouldn't normally be seen dead without make-up.'
I picture Trudy again in my work suit. 'Do you really think you can make me look OK?' I ask coming round to the idea.
'Listen, David, I should know how to make you look like a convincing girl! After all, who better to turn you into a girl but a REAL girl, right?
I nod and on the same premise look forward to dressing her in my old suit. I secretly love the idea of masquerading as a girl. I don't keep many secrets from Trudy but cross-dressing is a favorite fantasy of mine. Hmm! The idea of being dressed in delicate lingerie and a beautiful dress with high heels regularly drove me wild and this party seemed the perfect opportunity to enact my dream. It's my suppressed feminine side that gives me empathy towards the ladies and increases my popularity.
On the night of the party I rush back from work to our flat. I'd had an awful day. My boss, Mark, gave me no peace so I was looking forward to a relaxing evening. Mark can be an arrogant bully at the best of times. He talks to me like dirt and bosses me around like a skivvy. Yet he pays well and I enjoy the job sufficiently to put up with his rudeness. My annual appraisal due in two weeks and with promotion prospects likely it was essential to be as accommodating as possible.
As I enter my flat I'm surprised to see a suited figure. I froze assuming the stranger a burglar. The bright sunlight made it impossible to tell anything about the person, other than the shape was female, standing with her hands on her hip, blowing a plume of smoke into the air. As she steps closer and became more visible a smile spread across my face.
'What do you think of my costume?' Trudy laughs. She looks amazing in my blue pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt and red silk tie. Hair tied so sternly back it looks cropped close to her scalp and with no make-up she looks incredibly sexy.
'Excited?' she asks dragging me to our bedroom. I try not to look overtly willing. 'Oh! Honey, come with me now on a journey to glorious femininity, where I'll beautify you and dress you in the most sensually girlish clothes.'
'Steady on, stop it,' I cry feeling a flush of embarrassment flow through me. 'Let's not get carried away. It's a fancy-dress, right?'
But she didn't stop.
'Oh! Honey, in a few minutes you'll pass as a ravenous girlie babe.'
I feel my eyes glaze over and a glimmer of regret flashes through me. It's one thing having kinky dreams but a whole new experience when faced with it.
'Hurry, darling, we have to be there in forty minutes and there's lots to do. You do want to go don't you?' She knew I did.
As she directs, I shower and shave my body silky smooth, pat myself dry with a towel and cover myself with her greasy moisturiser. Smelling like a tarts handbag she practically frog-marches me back into the bedroom to change. She immediately points to a door on which hung a pale-pink dress with capped sleeves in some light, gossamer fabrics. It looks incredibly expensive.
'Well, what do you think, David? Isn't it adorable?' She fingers through the pastel folds of the dress.
I nod awkwardly.
'I wasn't too sure of your size. I had to guess. It's a 12 but I might have been too optimistic. What do you think?' She smirks and a shiver of apprehension slithers through me.
I had no idea and nervously look away. My eyes rest on our bed. Ugh! I feel my jaw drop in horror at the assortment of pretty lingerie neatly laid out for me.
'I, I, I,' I stutter, 'I thought I only had to wear the dress! Not all that!'
She's enraged.
'Nonsense,' she says leafing through the silky items like a junkie seeking a fix. 'You can't wear this beautiful dress without these panties and matching bra! Your own briefs would ruin the line of this dress and you have to fill out the bust with something, don't you?' I nod my head. I was no expert but she had a point.
'Promise you won't laugh?' I ask nervously as the towel round my waist drops to the floor and she passes me the panties.
'Did you laugh at my costume?' gushes Trudy. 'Don't worry you'll be amongst friends all wearing something similar.'
Reassured I step meekly into her silky panties admiring the beautiful lace detail and wonder if she wore my plain cotton boxers under my suit trousers. I pull the skimpy material up my clean-shaven legs, and when at my waist, I feel my manhood rub against the soft, sensual material. Their caress excites me, and I start to get erect! Fortunately Trudy doesn't notice, preoccupied wrapping the matching bra round my chest. She feeds my arms through the delicate straps and I shudder as with skilful ease she clasps the bra together and stuffs the soft cups with two doughy type bags. They feel terribly realistic, firm and heavy, swaying to and fro as I move. I gasp at my cleavage and I couldn't believe my eyes when she completes my breasts with a pair of false erect nibbles'
'These will raise a smile,' she says slipping them between the cups. I stand still in stunned silence as they protrude proudly and are clearly visible through the lace. My cock continues to swell as she rolls them between her thumb and forefinger.
I sigh and feel strangely different. Her extreme attention too detail excites me and I chuckle to myself looking like a porn star on heat.
'They look so authentic,' she gasps. She's right. Gazing down at myself a weird shudder cascades through my body as if injected with female hormones. Odd... but I felt embarrassed with their prominence as if they were part of me. The panties and bra had a strange property about them. As if magical, there very presence on me made me delightfully feminine. I shake my head in disbelief, scared of my feelings. More strange sensations were to come as following her directions I step into a silky slip and drop a camisole over my head. They both feel cool and slippery, gliding over my body with the slightest movement. She senses my delight and for the first time notices my growing pleasure. She giggles at the sight of her excited boyfriend in panties, and a bra.
'You promised not too laugh' I cry.
'I'm not', she lies, 'you look gorgeous, why should I? You look like dynamite. Your legs are so curvaceous and your waist so small. Though we definitely have to do something about this.' She taps my bulging cock disapprovingly.
'Hmmm!' I groan.
'Oh! Honey, Feels nice does it?
I nod sheepishly.
The dress was a terrible extravagance, but admit it's stunning. I'd never seen her wear anything so beautiful. It was obvious she was intent on me projecting a very feminine image. She wanted me to convey a look of sophisticated sensuality not a bloke in drag as I had originally thought.
'Hired,' Trudy says as I wonder where she had got it. 'I got carried away. Fancy-dress parties can be spoilt if the guests don't make an effort. Don't you agree?'
I meekly nod.
'I didn't want to be stingy. Although, I have to admit, I threw sensible out of the window when I saw this gem. Just be careful you don't get it dirty or damaged. The deposit alone was a fortune.'
My mind was a whirl. Such effort. Such detail. For what? A fancy-dress? It didn't add up. She unzips it and holds it open invitingly. In a daze I did as she directs and step into the short, floaty dress. Hmm! As the dress flutters against my legs my cock almost bursts the sensual fabric fanning the flames of passion within me. My senses are bombarded with different sensations. The dress smells fresh and clean like a pretty English garden in early spring. In a dream I pull it over my slender frame. The smell of fresh flowers envelops me; the soft, light fabric sends shivers darting throughout my body. It fits perfectly and as I slip my slim shaking arms into the sleeves my little cock stiffens yet again and I feel strangely different. The dress finishes well above the knee and is much shorter than my modesty would have liked. My large breasts stretch the material in a tarty manner. I frown smoothing the soft dress over my rump, and when I see the faint outline of my panties, my cock swells even further.
'That's what I call a result,' Trudy says zipping up my back. Locked in the dress I knew then that the experience was burning into my memory and would be one that I could conjure at a moment's notice.
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Keywords: Tactics, Shock,