Get to Know Your DuPont College Faculty - Dean

Charles Morris is the no-nonsense Dean of Students at DuPont College.  He is known for being extremely affable and personable to any student who drops by his office with a problem or just to chat.  However, when students do things that harm or endanger the rest of the student body, he can be a swift force for justice on the campus.  He wants the students to like him, but he really needs them to respect him.

Unfortunately, for Mr. Morris, he began college at DuPont back in 1981 as a brash young freshman.  By sophomore year half the campus hated him and by junior year he was in the process of losing the other half when he was tabbed by the girls of the Delta Theta sorority to be the reluctant model for their pinup calendar.  The experience changed him.  Gone was the arrogant young man who began school and in it's place was a very personable and caring individual. His brashness had been channeled into friendliness and he was sensitive enough to know when those around him were hurting.  This was a great skill set for a resident assistant to have and it brought him to the attention of the DuPont administration who put him in charge of running their R.A. program upon graduating.

Unfortunately for Dean Morris, the experience as a calendar girl meant that he would forever be at the mercy of the girls of the Delta Theta sorority.  When one class graduated, another class would take their place and again he'd be stuck.  Trying to put his foot down only led to a where are they now article for the alumni magazine with his calendar girl alter ego.  It was humiliating to be back in a dress and heels, but he had no choice.  He also never stood up to the girls again.  

The first time Dean Morris is mentioned is in Calendar Girl when the pledges are being shown a slide show of some of the old models:

"Administration lets us get away with this?"  questioned Sharon.

Heather fast forwarded through the power point until the 1980s. There was a picture of an incredible blonde model. She was sitting on a large rock, with the library and its fountain in the background. She was wearing a black bra and black skirt, you could see the tops of her black stockings under the skirt and she had on the ultimate CFM pumps. Her arms were adorned with opera length black gloves and she wore a pearl choker and pearl bracelets over each glove. Her mouth was done up with a generous amount of ruby red lipstick and she totally looked like something out of an old music video.

"This is why the administration doesn't bother us about this;  the Delta Theta calendar girl of 1984."We all oohed and ahed. I loved the history of fashion and this power point was like taking a trip down memory lane.

"She's very hot, so?"  asked Cindy.

"You know him," replied Heather.

"I don't think so," answered Shelia.

"Wait a second;  did you say this picture was why the administration leaves us alone?"  I questioned my big sister, but I think I already knew.

"That's right. Picture the model without any hair," added Heather helpfully.

"Oh my God, that's Dean Morris!" I yelled. 

The room exploded into laughter as one by one my sisters recognized him. We were now beside ourselves with excitement for this project.

"You should see him as Madonna," laughed Alyssa before settling us down.

   

We first meet Dean Morris later in Calendar Girl when Brandon goes to him to complain about pretty much the same treatment that the Dean had received back in the 80s.  He's totally owned by Delta Theta and he knows it, so unfortunately for Brandon he's not going to be in any position to help him:

The Dean accused Brandi of wasting his time with a juvenile fraternity prank. When Brandi persisted and swore that we were keeping him against his will, even going as far as showing him the bra he was wearing, the Dean threatened him with an expulsion hearing. He told him that "these accusations are so serious that if you can't prove them, I will see to it that you are expelled for slander." In the end, Dean Morris got him to recant the whole story. When the Dean later called us to report what had happened, I thanked him and complimented him on his calendar photos from 1984. I could hear him cringing on the other end of the line.  "Sisterhood is powerful," I thought laughing to myself at the sniveling administrator on the other end of the phone terrified of offending us and having his Madonna pictures leaked.

So far, that's been it for the Dean, but the newest college story is in the process of being written and you will be seeing lot of Dean Morris in The Boys of Alpha Theta Nu.

Mean Girls and Mermaids

I have a new book out, but it's a bit different.  Regular readers of this blog will recognize it as the story that I posted on here in five parts called The Girls Washroom.  I never expected to sell that particular book, but then I decided that as long as I did go through all the effort of writing it, I'd like a nicer version and to see if I can make a little money in the process.  It's not available in the Amazon lending program because too much of it is available for free to qualify.  As a result, I have it up on Smashwords as well.

I don't feel the need to post a story sample here as 90% of it is available with just a little scrolling down of the blog.  However, I added a short little epilogue to answer questions readers had about what happened with Eric and Emily and I also had it professionally proofread and with the help of Mindi, did some editing of content as well.  Here's the Amazon synopsis:

Everybody knows that Allie and her friends run the school. Their beauty is matched only by their cruelty. Unfortunately, Eric just can't help it. As they march the eight-teen year old senior towards the girl's bathroom, he knows he is walking towards emasculating humiliation. He has no idea just how truly epic their revenge will be. Craig Watkins is a young teacher who has earned a reputation as the toughest teacher in the building, but is he in over their head when he gets in the girls' way?

This 9,000 word story describes one afternoon's humiliation for two guys at the hands of a group of devious and capable high school seniors. There is no sex, but plenty of humiliation, bondage, female domination, feminization, and blackmail.

It is one of two stories I have written aside from my college stories, which were based on real people.  I have talked a bit to Allie from the story and through her got to communicate with her friends Brandy and Ashleigh as well.  It's some of their adventures in school, that inspired me.

I'm always a bit nervous writing high school stories because of the elements of underage sex.  However, everybody in the story is 18 and there really isn't any sex in there.  It's more about Eric's humiliation and to a lesser degree, the way that Ashleigh humiliated Mr. Watkins.  If you liked it on the Blog, I hope you'll consider buying it.  I think it turned out pretty well.

On Growth and Evolution

I was lucky enough today to have my eBook Gift Wrapped reviewed by the awesomely talented Sally Bend.  Sally raved about this short collection of holiday stories, which thrilled me to no end because it hasn't been a great seller for me.  In fact being out less than half as long, It's Nothing Personal has almost sold as many copies. 

What I really found interesting wast Sally's reaction.  She said, "Gift Wrapped is a fantastic collection, and one that displays a newer, softer, happier side of Kylie - one that compliments the delicious cruelty we've come to expect beautifully!"

What I found interesting is that she found two of my stories to be quite romantic.  Now one of the stories she found romantic was a very close reworking of O'Henry's Gift of the Magi, which is a classic holiday tale and also public domain.  I think Sally's insightful review hit on something however.   I definitely have changed as an author.

In the beginning, I started with my own experiences and when I moved to fiction I started by writing about dominant women who were very much like my idealized version of the women who had feminized me.  Somehow they knew it was for the guy's own good and while they would humiliate and emasculate their victim, they were never malicious about it.  You can't write a book every other week about this kind of character and not eventually say everything there is to say about her.  As  result, I've simultaneously moved in two opposite directions.

As I look at the books that are out now and the books that are coming out in the next several months, I see both much kinder, loving and more romantic dommes and more mean, manipulative, and bullying dommes.  I also reserve the right to have an unhappy ending.  I think it's going to be a fun ride.  I just hope I don't lose anybody along the way.   I'll try and give enough description to guide you to the books that you most want and away from things that may be too dark or too cheery for you.

Forced Feminization Holiday Collection

I really wanted to get a holiday collection of some of my stories out.   I don't know how much interest it will have for those of you who visit here as I imagine that you probably have at least a couple of the stories in this volume.  However, if you don't have any or even if you already have one I think it's a pretty good offer.

This eBook contains the following stories:

Reprogrammed
Halloween Humiliation
The Mask of the Jaguar
The Operator

I'm charging $6.99, which is a nice little price break from the $11.96 cost for buying them all individually.  If you already have one of the stories you'll still save $2 from the cost of buying 3 titles.  I think they're some of my better work.

Reprogrammed - "This is a fun feminization story that makes good use of technology to keep Randall's blackmailers secret from him for much of the story. There's a lot of humiliation, a bit of bondage and sph, some forced bi, and a small amount of strap on play. If you like feminization tales, particularly those from an office setting, you should enjoy this story." Caged Mitch on Amazon.com.

Halloween Humiliation - "it's just as well-told and carefully crafted as any of Kylie's other tales, and the slow, subtle, careful plotting of the ultimate humiliation is exciting to behold. Rather than relying exclusively on blackmail or threats, the story Andrea takes a more seductive approach, challenging her nemesis and getting under his skin, before completely turning the tables." Bending the Bookshelf

The Mask of the Jaguar - "The story features abduction, forced feminization, femdom, humiliation, bondage (featuring kinbaku, Japanese rope bondage), hypnosis, electrified women's clothing, martial arts demonstrated on a hapless sissy, and a gorgeous vigilante in a tight black dress, sunglasses, black floppy hat and scarf. When the scales a justice need balancing, The Jaguar and her partner Katsumi are always prepared to break men and right wrongs. Highly recommended." Caged Mitch on Amazon.com

The Operator - "Kylie is just a great writer. If you're looking for lots of mindless sex, this is not the story you want. The Operator is actually very well written with a lot of tension and true erotic kink. I squirmed at poor Bob, who loves to be humiliated and wow, Kylie does a great job humiliating him. Women are strong and in control." M Keller on Amazon.com

Forced Bi

 

I recently received the following message in my comments:

Hi Kylie! I've recently been thinking about forced bisexuality (which, like feminization, demands the presence of a female enforcer), and I was hoping I might be able to get your thoughts on it. In my experience, it's as frequently connected to cuckolding as it is to feminization. In both cases, it definitely has punitive qualities, and seems to be more about shaming/humiliation than actual non-heterosexual desire. In a sense, it almost seems hyper-heterosexual, since the cuck/sissy is performing the desires of the wife/Mistress. What do you think? 

Personally, I do find that it requires the presence of that female enforced to make it exciting or interesting.  My newest story, it's nothing personal has a lot of forced bi and the story I just started writing called Friendly Seduction does too.  The two stories in between have no forced bi or relationships between guys at all.    The thing that still makes it hot for somebody with my fetishes and proclivities is that it is solely done at the will of a female and not something the guy wants to do.

I have gay friends and believe strongly in gay rights.  I don't think gay people are any less entitled to respect than straight people.  However, being forced to act gay is humiliating and terrifying in much the same way that being forced into straight relations would be for someone who isn't straight.  Our sexuality is a very important part of making us who we are, so when a woman controls even that, it is humiliating and can be erotic.

Talking to mistresses, I find that everybody has their own level.  For some sissies, they don't want anything to do with men. For others, it's hot until they get to intercourse and that's a line never to be crossed.  Some sissies want as many guys as they can swallow.  To each their own, I say.

It's Nothing Personal: Breaking a Billionaire

Sometimes, I think my beta readers really save me.  I had completed this story and I got two different responses from two different beta readers.  One of my readers didn't care for it much because of personal tasted and another one didn't like it because he thought the ending didn't work.    I think this final version addresses both of their issues and becomes a much better story for it. 

The story was originally going to be called Breaking the Billionaire, but about two weeks before it came out, somebody else published a feminization book with the exact same title, so I had to change things a bit and it became It's Nothing Personal: Breaking a Billionaire. 

In this story, we meet Lyle Cummings.  He's a software entrepreneur who has already made more money than most people could spend in a lifetime. When he runs into a mysterious woman named Andrea at a boring museum fundraiser sparks fly, but what he is unaware of is that she's former a former Canadian intelligent agent, whose whole role here is to abduct and eventually feminize him with the help of her partner, Kara.

Through a series of flashbacks, we learn just what type of a man Mr. Cummings is as he tries to escape his predicament and find out the identity of his rival who has hired Andrea for this task.

"I want you to know that this is nothing personal," she stated almost apologetically.  "You really should have just accepted the limousine ride from me."

"What are you talking about?" he asked puzzled and still wanting her body.

"I'm afraid that I've been contracted by certain parties who are very displeased with you to enact vengeance for them. It's what I do," she explained.

"What? Seriously, you’re going to kill me?"

"No, but in the end you may wish that I had. I'm going to make certain changes to you and make arrangements for your future."

"Well, although you are quite obviously one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, you'll excuse me if I don't go gently," said Lyle Cummings in a voice full of the confidence that comes from always getting your way.

"Mr. Cummings, I would not recommend trying to fight me. I can be very persuasive and I am not at all squeamish about drawing blood or breaking bones," warned Andrea Bailey as she approached her prey menacingly, herding him towards the handicapped stall at the end of the line of cubicles.

"Stand back," he warned attempting to shove her away. He was shocked when she quickly sidestepped him and hit him with a perfectly targeted strike just over his left temple with her open palm. The blow clouded his mind, instantly alerting him to the trouble he was in.  She was more than his match and they both knew it. He tried to push her away while he cleared his head, but she was already on him. With an unexpected twist of her hip she threw him and he hit the wall behind the toilet with his forehead.  He landed awkwardly on his stomach on top of the toilet bowl. She climbed on his back, reaching for the roll of bathroom tissue hanging on the wall and rudely stuffing it in his mouth from behind. She kept his arms pinned to his sides by straddling him while she removed a black thigh high from her left leg and used it to secure the gag in place.

With her other stocking, she efficiently cinched his wrists together behind his back, then pulled his slacks down to his ankles and his boxers down to his knees. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out an applicator, which she used to insert a tampon deeply into his ass. He moaned in discomfort and indignation. It felt like the foreign object was burning a hole in his rectum.

"Relax, it's just a Bacardi 151 soaked tampon," she reassured him.

"Mppph!" He began thrashing around on the toilet, but between the stocking binding his wrists and the weight of Andrea pinning his arms, he couldn't really do anything to resist, but flop like a fish on dry land.  All his struggles really did was to increase the rate the alcohol in his ass was absorbed into his bloodstream.

"Hey, it's not so bad. Think how much money you're saving on the overpriced drinks out there," she teased him giggling at the strange situation they found themselves in.

Andrea and Lyle both heard the door to the bathroom open; they could hear a man enter as the soles of his feet echoed off the cold linoleum. Lyle began struggling harder, grunting loudly for help, but Andrea soon used her hand to silence him even further, while she began to moan as if she were in sexual ecstasy. They could hear the man chuckling as he used the urinal.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed.

The man used the sink and dried his hands with a towel; laughing lewdly as he left the bathroom.

"By now, you should be feeling a very strong buzz; are you? Just a few more minutes I think and I can let you up." She smacked his behind playfully and noticed his rather sluggish reaction.

After having the tampon in his ass for only fifteen minutes, he was now very drunk. Andrea picked up her cell phone and made a quick call saying only, "He's ready for pickup."

She untied his wrists and removed the gag, placing the discarded items into her purse so as not to leave any clues behind. She pulled up his boxers and pants, leaving the tampon in place.

"You've got to let me go. I'm important," he slurred at her.

"That's why you've got to go with me," she cooed. "You won't be important for much longer.  Maybe I'll even let you drive."

Little Pink Houses: Forced Feminization and Interior Design

One thing, that seems neglected in conversations about forced feminization is the concept of decorating the sissy's living quarters, whether it be a bedroom, dorm, house, or apartment.  I will never forget the feeling of shock when I opened the door to my dorm room and discovered that the girls had been in there when I was gone and decorated.  My Bud Light Girls were gone and they were replaced with Boy Bands, male models, and other wall art that no college guy wants to have hanging in their room.  My comforter was now Hello Kitty and there was a picture of myself on a date with a guy in a cute frame on my night stand. 

I wrote a little about this in the Welcome to College stories, but there was something about living in such a ridiculously sissified environment to remind me of my status.  I don't want to call the room feminized because no girl my age would have a room like I had.  It was definitely sissified. 

I talked this over with a dominant woman who has done this to other sissies many times going even further in feminizing their homes then was done to me.  She even told me of one sissy that she had a photo comforter made for, with a photo of his feminized self.

I've never really liked age regression clothing.  If a sissy is going to be feminized and they're twenty, I think they deserve to dress like a twenty year old rather than a six year old.  The same is true of decorating a sissy's home.  I will definitely be exploring this idea in a future story called After the Ordeal.

Help! I'm Addicted to Stock Photos

All my life, I've struggled with anything artistic.  I draw at about the same level as a below average eight year old, my penmanship sucks, and my poor fine motor skills made it take about twice as long to learn to do my own makeup as it took Nicole.  I do not think this is the reason that I am selling eBooks instead of operating on people, however.

On the day before Thanksgiving, I did something different.  I've always bought stock photos for my books from sites using credits.  When you do that, the few pictures you use in a cover, the better.  This time, I took advantage of a Black Friday sale and I bought a month subscription to Deposit Photo.  Now, I get 5 pictures every day and if I don't use them, they go to waste.  The result is the covers that I posted.   Now, there's some obvious duplication.  I really doubt that I need three reunion stories for instance.  However, it's been interesting to play with and I do feel that I've gotten a lot better as a cover artist.  Some of these covers actually look like book covers. 

Since a striking book cover is key to selling an eBook, I must ask if any of these covers particularly appeal to you.  Let me know if there's one or two that jump out.  If so, I'll make sure that I find a book to use the cover on.

Fact and Fiction

The book I am currently working on is the last installment of Welcome to College.  It will hopefully be out in about a month with a book I had called Breaking the Billionaire and a rewritten version of the story I posted on this blog coming out next. 

I'm finding it difficult to delve into my past again because now that I've been writing fiction for awhile, I realize that real life doesn't actually follow a nice plot outline.  Things that were meaningful to me at the time, might not be as interesting for somebody reading it now.  This is also a period with a lot of confusion in my mind about the whole feminization thing.  I have realized that what happened in college was pretty awesome, but I also am unsure how to proceed going forward.  There's some definite pain in the book, but also joy. 

I also know I'm going to have a very harsh critic when Deanna reads my writeup of her bachelorette party and wedding.  I'm proud of the first nine Welcome to College books and I hope that this absolutely  last book in the series lives up to the others.  It's just weird to write from a personal place again. 

By the way, which cover do you like?  I can't decide myself.  

Sales have been booming for me in the UK and outside the US for some reason.  I've already set my all-time UK sales mark by almost 10% and I've hit my all-time best for non-UK or US countries.  The problem is my sales in America are sucking.  I will probably have my lowest sales totals in the US since July and that's counting borrows as sales.  If I don't do that, it'll be my lowest month since July.  I guess that makes it a wash, but I'm very confused by this sudden change. 

Gift Wrapped

I love Christmas Specials.  I can't help it, no matter how maudlin or sentimental they may be, Christmas always fills me with joy and hope even if it's totally irrational and I need to block out reality to invibe on those emotions.  From The Year without a Santa Claus, to It's a Wonderful Life, to Rudolph, I love my Christmas specials.

I also learned firsthand how humiliating Christmas can be for a sissy.  Early on in my first Christmas celebration at college before we left for break, I learned that not only would the mistresses be giving me girlish gifts, but that the only acceptable response was gushing.  Sentiments like "Oh stiletto heels, how did you know?" and "You know how much I love Victoria's Secret" freely left my lips as I opened one embarrassing present after another.  Sophomore year was probably the toughest because it was my first Christmas with Sheila participating and she regifted me a dildo for the holiday.  I dropped it like it was a snake, but then recovered enough to at least try and act enthused.

Gift Wrapped is a collection of four short stories from me centered around forced feminization and the holidays.  Sissy Under Wraps is actually a 6,000 word story on its own.  The other three are shorter tales with the same theme.

Four exciting brand new short stories of erotic holiday forced feminization designed to bring out your Christmas spirit and warm those cold winter nights.  With 12,500 words of sissification, bondage, humiliation, and female domination there's something for everybody.

Sissy Under Wraps is the story of an inconsiderate guy, a jilted girl, and her friends who decide to give her the best Christmas gift ever.

Anna and Tala are lovers who are also both very dominant women.  As Christmas approaches, they both find themselves short on money and want to get just the perfect gift for each other in Regift of the Magi.

In the Christmas Pageant, Jerry has been mercilessly teasing his older sister about performing with the dance team at the annual Christmas show.  Now the big night has come and he can't wait to laugh at his sister and her friends in their ridiculous costumes.

A year ago, David cheated on his wife at a New Years Eve party at a fancy hotel.  His best friend tried to help him cover it up.  Tonight they learn what a difference a year makes in What are You doing New Years Eve.

Here's an excerpt from the story called Sissy Under Wraps.  I think you'll see why I called it that:

The ride to Katie's house was very quiet.  Jack had a lot of questions about what they were going to do with him and where they were going, but he felt opening his mouth meant taking a very real chance of being stuffed into the trunk so he bit his tongue.  When he saw that the car was going to Katie's house, he was relieved that he wasn't about to be abandoned in the woods, but terrified of having her see him like this.

"That's right bitch.  You'll be Katie's Christmas surprise," laughed Sharon, as if reading his thoughts.

"What?  I can't let her see me like this," protested Jack.

"Aw, don't worry.  We'll keep you under wraps," teased Angie.  He didn't know what was so funny, but all the girls laughed like she had just told the funniest joke in the world.  This scared him.

When the car pulled to a stop in front of Katie's, Jack was relieved to find that there were no lights on.  His transformation had taken a while and it was getting close to eleven at night.  She was either out or sleeping. 

"Out you go," said Jen holding up the remote control for his electrified cock cage.

Jack stepped out into the cold night air, very conscious of the cold night air whipping under the short skirt of his outfit.  Rachel and Jen roughly herded him towards the stairs, while Angie opened the door with the spare key that Katie had given her soon after moving in.  Sharon also entered her arms full of wrapping paper.

"I assume Katie's upstairs sleeping.  Let's keep it quiet. Why don't you get started on the present." Angie motioned to Jen and Rachel.  "Sharon and I will get the box from the basement."

"Sure, I'm quite good at wrapping," assured Rachel.

Jen grabbed Jack's hands and pinned them together behind his back, where Rachel proceeded to wind a clothesline through them.  She cinched the ropes tightly before declaring herself finished.

"Hey, I've been cooperating," complained Jack bitterly.

Jen went into the bathroom and returned, after a brief stop at the hamper, with a pair of Katie's dirty panties.  She walked deliberately towards Jack and pointing the remote at him, told him to open his mouth.  Reluctantly, he complied and she shoved the purple boy shorts in Jack's mouth.   Rachel handed her a gigantic candy cane from the bag of supplies.  The candy cane had cost her almost $10 and was eighteen inches long and two inches in diameter.  Taking a piece of festive red ribbon, she secured the candy cane across Jack's mouth, trapping the panties inside and effectively silencing him.  It was unlikely such a thick candy cane would break and the panties stopped him from being able to lick it, which would have been a tedious and futile task anyway.

"That looks great," said Rachel.  "It's like visions of sugar plums dancing in her cute little head."

Sharon and Angie returned with a huge cardboard box that had once held Katie's new washing machine.  It was a not a flimsy box by any means.  The cardboard was very thick and it was held together by staples.  Rachel and Jen finished securing Jack's ankles together and placing him in a kneeling hog tie.  Sharon rolled out a huge amount of wrapping paper and they turned over the box so it was lying on its side.  After Angie threw two pillows from the couch to the bottom of the box,   she turned to Jack and said, "Get in."

Welcome to College News

I am 2,000 words into Welcome to College X, which could be called the end of the material.  I hinted at the end of the last Welcome to College book that after graduation we had one more experience dressing as girls and that was at Deanna's wedding.  If you enjoyed the first series, you'll see old characters again and a few new ones as well, as Kylie and Nicole go to a wedding with their mistresses.  It's been three years since dressing and meeting the expectations of the girls is not easy.

In the new year, I will be releasing Welcome to the Real World, which will be a fictitious series about Kylie's fiancee discovering his past a decade after college.  I think it'll be a lot of fun.

Finally, I have decided to take the Welcome to College anthologies off of Kindle select, but not the actual Welcome to College books.  The reason is that Amazon is paying $1.33 per borrow.  If you borrow the two anthologies, I make $2.66.  If you borrow the 9 books individually, I make just under $12.  That's a big difference for me without costing any customer more money. 

I hope you're having a great weekend.  My Christmas book is going to be coming out sometime on Friday.  It's called Gift Wrapped and I think you'll enjoy it.

Girl Gang Triumphant

When we last left Wesley, he had been rescued from the Insane Royals by the Banshees street gang that had previously done so much to destroy his life.  It was after all, Laura and her former gang who had feminized him, humiliated him, made him a cock sucker, put his life in danger, got him fired from his job, and cuckolded in his marriage.  Now, he probably owes them his life.

The Banshees are in deep trouble.  As street gangs go, they have less than twenty unarmed members who joined together for self-protection.  The Insane Royals are a criminal organization with 10,000 members who are out for blood, since Wesley nearly gelded their leader.

Wesley again finds himself the subject of Marisol's scorn and is promptly tied tightly to a chair in his hotel room.  Can the Banshees survive the threat of the Royals?  Can Wesley survive close proximity with Marisol?  Well, now that would be telling.

This simple two part erotica has evolved into a four part erotic thriller that brings the Banshees street gang to the backwoods of the neighbor state and face to face with outlaw bikers.  Wesley's forced feminization takes a dark turn as he's forced to pleasure more men than he would have ever thought possible and work as a pole dancer.   Girl Gang Triumphant is not for everyone.  It's forced feminization at its most brutal, but it's also a great ride full of thrills both erotic and otherwise.

"Wesley, you're our best chance of pulling this off.  We need you to do this," coaxed Laura.

"He'll do it.  I'll get him ready," assured Julia from the kitchen doorway.  She had returned with the groceries and was taking the girls' side against her own husband.

"Thanks Julia," smiled Laura.  Wesley shot daggers at his wife.  She had betrayed him yet again.  First was the cuckolding and now she was volunteering to do who knows what with the bikers.

"Come with me Wesley.  Let's get you ready," ordered Julia after she handed off her groceries to Rebecca.  Wesley was about to tell her off, but Marisol got up very close to him and gave him a look that made him think twice.  He meekly followed his wife into one of the bedrooms.

"Why did you do that?  Do you have any idea what will happen if those bikers find out I'm a guy or what I'll have to do to make sure that they don't?" demanded Wesley.

"I did it because you owe each and every one of those girls.  They put themselves in the crosshairs for you and if that means you have to kiss a couple of bikers to get them out of it, so be it," responded Julia sternly.

"Those bikers will want more than kissing."

"So? Grow the fuck up, Wesley.  It's nothing you haven't done a lot of already."

"But..." stammered Wesley.  Tears welled up in his eyes and he found himself unable to make a sound.

"Wesley, we've all lost something here.  The Royals killed Niko.  This isn't going to get better unless we all make some sacrifices.  Dry your tears and hold your head up high.  You're a survivor Wesley and all of those girls are counting on you."

"Okay," nodded Wesley. "I'm sorry about Niko."

"Me too," sighed Julia as she went over Wesley's eye makeup. "I really cared for him, but mostly it was just sex for both of us.  I'm sure that I'll be able to find someone to scratch that itch.  I'm still in shock that they killed him like that.  He didn't deserve it."

"No, I guess not," sighed Wesley deflated.

"We really need to teach you how to do this better yourself," suggested Julia stepping back to admire her work.

"That won't be necessary.  This is my last time dressing like this."

"I wouldn't bet on that," giggled Julia.

"It is," insisted Wesley.

"Are you suddenly growing a pair now?" chuckled Julia.  "What happens if Laura or Marisol decides you should be in panties?  What happens if I decide it?"

"You?  Why would you do that?"

"Aw Princess, I still love you, but more like a girlfriend than like a husband.  I think I prefer you in skirts.  It'll be less intimidating for any guys I bring home if you're mincing around serving us in heels, fixing your heavy makeup in the mirror, and serving us as a French maid.  They won't see you as any kind of threat and then it won't seem strange for them to fuck me."

"Julia, I can't do that, I'm your husband," he sobbed.

"Oh that ship sailed long ago, sweetie.  Now pucker up." Julia unscrewed the cap off of a tube of candy apple red lipstick and applied it to Wesley's lips, "Would you look at those lips.  They're just perfect for cock now."

"I-I won't do it," stammered Wesley.

"You don't have a choice.  Don't be silly.  Now, take off your skirt and blouse.  I think I found a few things more appropriate," commanded Julia. "They had a lot of old clothes in one of the closets that should fit you perfectly."

Glumly, Wesley complied with Julia's instructions.  She helped him into a tight white lace crop top that showed his curves to perfection and a ridiculously tiny pair of denim short shorts.  With his women's leather jacket, sexy boots, and lingerie he looked the part of trashy biker babe.

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The Girls Washroom Part 5 (Conclusion)

Eric could only inch his way forward with the mermaid tail and the ropes that Brandy had tied holding his ankles together close.  By this time, the glue had surely set so even if he could somehow reach the scissors, he would not be able to undo it.  The ridiculous act of inching himself along the ground was further hindered by the heavily decorated handcuffs, which held his wrists too close together to really get the leverage to push himself very far.  The cuffs looked silly with all the seashells, but they were most definitely real police style handcuffs that would be impossible to wiggle out of.

Moving to the supply closet in the back of his room, where he wouldn't be visible to anybody passing to the hallway, Mr. Watkins put down a large pink striped shopping bag. He put his hands in his head and could see his career flashing before his eyes.  It would be terrible enough to be out of his job before he was twenty-four years old, but even worse because it would surely be all over the newspapers and television.

Tricia drove the mile to Eric's house in record time.  Every moment would count here.  On the way, Allie placed one of the pictures of Eric kissing Charlie that she had printed out from her phone inside a mermaid themed picture frame.

"That'll be perfect for his nightstand," she smiled.

"We have a lot to do.  I don't even know how we're going to get the bed outside," confided Star.

"Oh, I think I have an idea," said Allie pointing out four athletic college aged guys playing basketball in the street.

"Nice," said Brandy.

"Can you help us with something guys?" asked Tricia as she stopped the car.  "My little cousin loves mermaids and we're decorating her room, but we need one bed taken out and another put in its place.  Can you help us?"

"I thought the Kumanoupas family lives there," said one of the players suspiciously. "Isn't Emily a little old for mermaids?"

"Right," agreed Tricia, "my cousin...uhm Ariel is going to be moving in for the summer."

Looking up at the three beautiful girls, the guys had no choice, but to give into their biological urges to serve them.  They happily helped the girls move all of the mermaid stuff from Star's SUV into the house and to move corresponding items out of Eric's room.

"Wow, your cousin must really love mermaids," noted one of the guys.

"Oh yeah, she has a mermaid tail costume and everything," responded Allie.

"Are you sure you want us to just haul the dresser out to your car.  It's still all full of clothes," asked a puzzled basketball player moving half the dresser.

"Yeah, they're old boy clothes.  Our cousin won't be needing those with all the pretty things she has to wear now," replied Brandy.

As the players went back to resume their game after being thanked with smiles and hugs from the girls, the conspirators began their part in the redecoration.  Allie began going through his bedroom and bathroom changing small things.  She put the picture on the night stand, replaced his toothbrush with a mermaid one and replaced his lampshades. 

At the same time, Brandy was loading his new mermaid themed dresser with a wide variety of the lingerie that they would expect him to wear to school for the rest of the school year as well as a pink mermaid sleep shirt for bed time.     

Tricia meanwhile went straight to his computer.  She gave his desktop a mermaid thing and then hacked into his social media accounts.  It was nice of him to have his passwords saved.  Not having to hack them sure saved time on her end.  Unfortunately, for Eric she was changing his passwords as she went after changing his avatar and screen name and posting the pictures from this afternoon's adventures. 

The last thing she did was to install a program she had written based on a rather common virus.  This one would play sissy porn at random intervals while the computer was on.  She laughed thinking of how awkward it could be for him before he realized that he had a virus. 

Together, the girls strung up a cargo net, which they filled with stuffed animals appropriate for life under the sea.  A stuffed crab, starfish, and blowfish were left for the bed.  Once the girls had finished placing the appropriate sheets, pillowcases, and comforter on the new oyster shaped bed, they had a room fit for any nine year old girl who was obsessed with mermaids.

"It's a shame we don't have time to paint it a nice pink, maybe with some starfishes," said Allie.

"Maybe next time his parents go out of time," smiled Tricia.

"Hello?  Eric, is that you?" called the girl's voice from downstairs.

"Oh shit! I bet that's Emily," said Brandy in hushed tones.  "What do we do?"

"We're screwed," said Tricia.

"Hey, is that Emily?" called Allie who used the same friendly voice she used with her nieces and cousins.

"Who are you?" called the girl from downstairs.  "What are you doing here?"

"We know your brother from school," said Allie wincing as she heard the girl climbing the stairs.

"Are you friends of his?" asked Emily from the landing.

"Not exactly," said Allie finally able to make eye contact. "We know him though.  You're his little sister, right?"

"Yeah," she said. "You don't look like a burglar.  Where's Eric?"

"He's still at school I think.  How old are you?"

"I'm twelve," she responded.  "What's with all the questions?"

"We did some things Eric isn't going to like," said Allie opening the door and showing Emily the room.  

"Oh wow!  He's going to flip," said Emily opening the door.

"These are my friends Brandy and Tricia," said Allie warmly.  "Eric picked on my little sister and Brandy's brother.  He's not very big, but he likes to be a bully."

"Yeah, he's broken my toys on purpose and he'll hold me down and tease me," sighed Emily ruefully.

"Would you like to get back at him?  You could help us," asked Brandy warmly.

"Yeah," smiled Emily.  "You mean the room?  What's left to do?"

"Well, can you tell your mom and dad that he did it himself?" asked Allie.

"My parents would never believe me.  That'd be really weird for Eric," replied Emily.

"Do you follow him on Facebook? If you check out his page, you'll find some posts bragging about how he's going to make his room the way he always wanted it," smiled Tricia.

"Hmm, I might be able to convince them with that," said Emily giggling.

"This is for Eric," said Allie handing the little sister an emerald green backpack with a mermaid embroidered on the back.  "Can you tell him, he's to carry this to school everyday and start using the notebooks and pens inside?"

"Yeah, that's great," said Emily beside herself with laughter.

"Tell here there's a handcuff key inside the side pouch as well as acetone for the zipper," added Allie.

"Handcuffs?" asked Emily wide-eyed.

"Yeah," smiled Brandy. "Also, feel free to call him Ariel. That's Eric's new name."

"This is so sweet!" said Emily excitedly, but then changing expression shook her head saying, "If I called him that, he'd beat the crap out of me."

"Emily, tell your mermaid of a brother that if he so much as looks at you funny, you will tell us and what we did to him will be nothing compared to what we'd do to him," said Allie.

"In fact, tell him that if he disobeys you in any way, whether it's cleaning your room, putting on fashion shows to amuse you and your friends, doing your chores, or driving you to the mall, we will hear about it and he'll regret it," said Brandy.

"Oh wow!  Thanks," said Emily.

Emily hugged her new friends and they parted laughing.  They decided to go hang out at Tricia's place until Ashleigh called them.

***

Ashleigh snapped another picture with her cell phone.  She had so many great shots already from her position in the front row of his Spanish class room.  On all fours on top of his desk was Craig Watkins.  Craig wore a glamour length blonde wig and was clad in baby blue baby doll with lacey white frill.  He had removed his body hair in the supply closet, while he waited for Ashleigh and his now smooth legs were encased in baby blue fishnets that were attached by a matching garter belt under his g-string panties visible now beneath the white ruffled bottom of his baby doll.   His heavily lipsticked mouth smiled for the camera.

"Good girl.  Now put your left leg up in the air behind you," ordered Ashleigh.

"Don't you have enough pictures?  Someone is going to this," whined Mr. Watkins.

"Cynthia!" snapped Ashleigh giving her teacher's ass three hard strikes with his yardstick. "When I give you an order, I expect it carried out.  Not questioned."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Ashleigh.  It won't happen again," he sniveled.

"See that it doesn't.  Besides, if a janitor walks in on us or something, I'm sure you can come to an understanding with him.  Who doesn't want free blow jobs," teased Ashleigh.

***

The half dozen freshmen girls on their bikes were startled by the car horn.  Looking back, they couldn't get a clear view through the windshield, but it was pretty clear the blonde woman in the Chrysler Grand Voyager meant business.  They were only having fun teasing the boy who was dressed like a mermaid as he crawled through the parking lot, but somehow they knew the dean wouldn't see it as harmless.  They decided to speed off on their bikes.

A few moments later, Craig Watkins stepped out of his car and bent over to help his feminized student to his feet and into the back seat of his 4x4.  The big tail made it quite a challenge to fit him in even a big vehicle.

"Why are you dressed like that, Mr. Watkins?" asked Eric so ashamed of his own predicament that he hadn't even asked until he was safely inside and being driven home.

"The same reason you are, Eric.  Ashleigh left me my keys and took my clothes and my wallet," sighed Mr. Watkins.

"Why do they do these things?"

"It's what girls like that do.  Do you know about the farmer and the viper?"

"No, I don't think so," responded Eric.

"It's a really cold winter and this farmer is outside and he finds a poisonous viper.  He sees the poor thing shivering and he puts it under his coat to warm it up.  The warmth of the coat revives the viper that then bites the farmer who rescued him and kills him."

"So we're the farmers?"

"Heigh-ho, the derry-o, kid."

"That sucks...I mean stinks.  So what do we do, Mr. Watkins?"

"We try stay out of the viper's way. You had a really bad experience, but it's all over now. I just have to live under their thumbs for about a month," he replied reassuring himself as much as Eric.  "Then this will be over like a bad dream.  You're going away to college, right?"

"Yes, I got accepted into DuPont."

"Excellent," smiled Mister Watkins as he parked the car in front of Eric's place with thirty-five minutes to spare before his parents were due home.  "It'll be better.  It's not like they'd let away with letting girls dress up and humiliate guys at a prestigious school like DuPont College."

"I guess not," agreed Eric as Mr. Watkins hoisted him from the truck and carried him up to his front porch.

"Oh no, Eric!" cried Emily as she held the door open for her brother and his lingerie clad teacher.

"It's not what it looks like," said Mr. Watkins trying to be reassuring.  "Is there anything else I can do, Eric?"

"I've got him," replied Emily. "I hope I have you when I get to high school.  You look very pretty."

Craig Watkins blushed, shaking his head and sighing as he headed back to his 4x4.  He just wanted to get home and put some clothes on before he practiced his makeup application as Mistress Ashleigh had demanded.

Inside the house, a panicked Eric set about trying to figure out how to get free and hide the evidence from mom and dad, "Emily, I need to get out of this crap before mom and dad get home.  You need to go into dad's workshop and get something that can cut me out of these handcuffs."

Emily smiled and just shook her head.   

"I warn you.  I will beat the living tar out of you if you don't get me something to remove these handcuffs!"

"Brother dear, we need to have a little chat," smirked Emily looking down at her older brother.  

The End

The Girls Washroom Part 4

"What is your schedule like this afternoon, Ariel?" asked Brandy.

"Oh God, don't make me do this," he pleaded.

"Schedule," demanded Brandy firmly.

"I have Spanish, but it started like fifteen minutes ago and then I have advanced biology," he replied timidly.

"I know you have advanced biology.  Allie and I are in there with you," sighed Brandy as she rolled her eyes.

"Trish is in that Spanish class.  I'll text her and tell her to expect Ariel," said Allie.

"Great," said Ashleigh, "This day is really picking up."

"Hey, who is the redhead?" asked Charlie Burns.  Charlie was a junior who was always hitting on the girls, but he was harmless enough.

"Want a kiss, Charlie?" asked Ashleigh.

"Wait, what's the catch?" he asked.  You girls never even talk to me.

"Well, the redhead is Ariel.  She's new here," said Brandy. "We want to show her a good time and she's up for anything."

"She looks scared," said Charlie.

"She's just not used to meeting all these new people.  Do you want a kiss or not?" snapped Allie.

"Ok," said Charlie. "This is awesome."

"Be sure to kiss him back," whispered Ashleigh elbowing Eric in the ribs to let him know she was serious, but all Eric could do was stand motionless while the boy approached him and kissed him deeply on the lips.  Hesitantly, he returned the kiss as Allie and Brandy snapped a couple of quick pictures on their phones.

"That was awesome.  I want your number," said Charlie as he raced away, "but I'm late for study hall."

"Aw, that was so romantic," smiled Allie. 

"OK, off to class you go, dollface," ordered Brandy.   As Eric clumsily minced down the hall, Brandy took Eric's clothes to her locker and secured them away.

Eric looked with puppy dog eyes for sympathy, but finding none, he minced towards his biology class.  He was unsteady having never worn heels before, but somehow he made it despite a lot of stares and giggling from passing students.  He threw open the door to class and soon every eye in the class was on him.  It didn't take long for the observant students to realize that they were looking at their male classmate Eric Kumanoupas.

"Ariel, over here," waved Trish with mock enthusiasm.  She was friends with Allie, Brandy, and Ashleigh and just as dangerous, thought Eric.  Unfortunately, he had no other choice, but to take the open seat at her lab table as every other seat seemed to be filled with one of the students laughing at him.  Like her friends, Trish was one of the hottest girls in the school.  Her family was among the wealthiest in the district, but that did nothing to tame her reputation as a wild child.  She was also a very unlikely computer wiz, who had gotten a reputation for hacking before she was 15.

Trish had already started a lab and was showing Ariel what to do.  As he grabbed a forceps, she couldn't help giggle at his freshly manicured nails.  "Oh red is definitely your color, Ariel."

"This is so humiliating.  I just want to take all this junk off," he complained almost on the verge of tears. 

"I don't think that would be wise, do you?" she asked rhetorically.  "Besides, Brandy did a really awesome job on your makeup."

"Oh God," he moaned humiliated beyond belief.  Through the next two classes people snapped pictures of him, made comments, and stared in disbelief and the crossdressed teen.  He was very passable if you didn't know who he was, but with his distinctive hair color and being forced to follow his male schedule and sit in his own seat, it was obvious to his classmates, who the seemingly attractive redhead in the green dress was.

Mr. Watkins class was especially terrifying for him.  He mistakenly called Allie a bitch and was rewarded with a vicious slap to the face that was loud enough to attract the attention of everybody in the class.  They all waited in anticipation for Mr. Watkins to let her have it, but he just stared in stunned disbelief before Brandy harshly told the teacher, "Hey Craig, they don't pay you to stare at us.  Maybe you might want to try teaching." The other students couldn't understand why the most terrifying teacher in the school ignored the incident and just told everybody to take out their textbooks. 

After class, Allie smiled as she turned to Eric and announced in a singsong voice, "It's picture time."

"Oh no, not the senior class picture.  Allie, I don't want to have my picture taken like this," he pleaded in a panic.

"Nobody asked you, what you wanted," snapped Brandy as she grabbed the boy mermaid by his underarm. 

Eric hated the feeling of being escorted through the halls of the school.  At least when they walked him to the bathroom, it was more inconspicuous than now being dragged through the hall in a dress and heels.   Ashleigh and Trish joined the group just outside the library and helped walk Eric inside in case he tried to back out.  Trish was carrying her laptop and typing even as they stepped inside.

Eric went up to registration and when the friendly young woman asked him for his name, he stared back at Allie unsure how to answer. 

"Give her your name Ariel," insisted his tormentor.

"Oh, Ariel's a pretty name.  I love that movie." she smiled typing into the computer. "Actually, you're the only Ariel in the school, so this is easy."  She handed Ariel a sheet of paper and told him to bring it over to the photographer.  He looked down in horror to see his name listed as Ariel Kuminmypants.  Looking up towards the girls he saw Trish beaming with pride as she taunted him with a wink.

The photographer grabbed the form and said, "Okay, I like a girl who doesn't mind posing for pictures.  I see you signed up for Executive Deluxe Package, so we'll need to take about two dozen poses.  The camera is going to love your hair."

"You had better smile nice and big, princess," whispered Ashleigh, "or you'll be back here in a much worse outfit for picture retake day.  You know we can make you do it."

The photographer put the reluctant model into every girlish pose imaginable while the girls smiled, giggled, blew kisses and generally added to his humiliation and shame.  The photographer sensed that his subject was nervous, but couldn't understand why every time he commented on how beautiful she looked; he seemed to get tenser and not less.

"Oh, these are amazing shot, Ariel.  I think you'll be the talk of the yearbook," he said.

"She sure will," agreed Ashleigh causing the other girls to laugh.

"Were you able to do everything we discussed, Trish?" asked Allie.

"Oh yeah, ABC Photography is hardly the Pentagon.  In addition to changing his name and order, I'm having copies of pictures sent to us, the school's biggest gossips, his parents work addresses, and thanks to a little snooping around a university housing website, his college roommate for next year," boasted Trish.

"That's awesome!" said Allie.  "I can't wait."

With pictures over, there were only a few more minutes until school was over.  Eric took a sigh of relief knowing that the worst was behind him.   Sure, the picture would be humiliating, but most people wouldn't see it until he was almost graduated.   He figured he could survive a few weeks just denying it was him.

"Can I get my clothes back and change?" he asked.

"What's your hurry?" replied Brandy.  "You look good.  Be proud."

"It's time to go," he responded with annoyance.

"Then let's go.  You can change when you get home," insisted Brandy. 

The thought of going home in a dress frightened him, but not as much as angering the girls did. 

"Great, we just have to make a few stops first," said Allie.  The girls had been planning this for weeks.  They were almost done with the payback that he so richly deserved.  It was kind of funny that Eric was such a wimp now.  He had been the biggest terror through fifth grade when he was one of the biggest kids in his class.  Unfortunately, he had mostly stopped growing while other boys were beginning their growth spurts.  By sixteen, he had completely stopped leaving him about average size for a girl.

Since he could no longer bully kids in his own class, he picked on younger kids including Allie's sister and Brandy's brother.  This was an affront, they just couldn't let stand.  All they needed was to kill about forty minutes of time until the school was mostly deserted. 

Finally, they led Eric out towards the parking log.   He was relieved to finally be outside and that much closer to ending the worst day of his recent memory.  "I can take it from here.  Haven't you had enough fun at my expense?" asked Eric.

"Don't be silly, Ariel.  We just needed to stop at my car, so I thought we'd accompany you just to make sure nobody teased you," said Trish.  "Here, let's just stop here for one second," she said approaching a midnight blue metallic SUV and opening it with the remote.

"I thought you drove that little sports car?" he asked surpised.

"I do, but I traded with my brother for today," said Trish.  As she opened the back hatch, Eric's eyes grew wide and he took a step backwards.  Unfortunately for him, the girls had anticipated his fright and Allie was there to grab him.  She twisted his arms up painfully behind his back where Brandy secured them in place with more duct tape.  Seeing that he was now restrained, Trish smiled and looking like a game show hostess displayed the hatch all filled with mermaid things before grabbing a long cardboard box and closing the hatch.

"No," cried Eric, but nobody was near enough to hear.  The girls dragged their screaming classmate to the old part of the school grounds despite his struggles.  With his wrists taped, he couldn't fight them off and with the heels he couldn't even really drag his feet.   They soon arrived at the edge of the parking lot, where the fountain at the entrance to the original school building was located before the student body had outgrown it.  The fountain still worked and people did hang out there on warm summer nights, but today was still April and a bit too cold for that.

Brandy reached into her purse and grabbed two lengths of soft clothesline.  As the girls held Eric, she used one piece to tie the struggling boy's ankles together and another to tie his ankles. 

"Let me go, you bitches," screamed Eric.

"Oh, you never do learn," said Ashleigh as she pulled a long green latex mermaid fin from the box that Trish had removed from the car.  She opened the zipper at the rear of the tail and took Eric's bound legs placing them inside the fin before zipping it up to just under his chest.  The girls were careful to lift his dress so that it wouldn't get stuck inside the fin.  She then applied very strong super glue all the way down the zipper, assuring that it would be nearly impossible to open it.

Eric struggled to get free, but it merely made him look even more ridiculous as his tail flapped around.  Brandy untaped him and they pulled his dress off leaving him clad in only his lilac colored bra.  They removed the duct tape from around his chest because without the dress, it was too visible. 

"Hey princess, I got you some bracelets," said Allie holding up a pair of handcuffs that she had decorated with sea shells using a hot glue gun.  Eric almost didn't figure out what they were until she was snapping them shut around his wrists in front of him. 

"I like those," said Ashleigh.  "It goes with the whole motif."

The girls brought him over to the fountain with Brandy and Ashleigh taking his legs while Star and Allie grabbed the frightened boy under his arms.  They placed him right in base of the fountain.

"How long until your parents get home?" asked Brandy, but he remained silent.  "I asked you a question and you are in no position to refuse me anything."

"They'll be home by seven," he said.

"If you get started now, you might beat them," said Allie encouraging him to inch himself along.  His legs were completely useless, but he could very slowly slither propelling himself with his handcuffed wrists.   

"I think we can do this in three hours," said Brandy in hushed tones to her friends.

"Absolutely," agreed Trish.

"I wish I could help you all, but I am already thirty minutes late for cheerleading," sighed Ashleigh.

"Go on Ash, we'll be fine," said Allie.  "Let's get going though because we're cutting it close."

[To Be Concluded]