"You can't fool me. I've studied people like you for years." Dale Kelly said to Jonathan.
His friend, Marsha, had convinced him that he could get away with sitting in on Miss Kelly's Anthropology class dressed as a coed. And, nobody seemed to guess who he really was.
Nobody but Miss Kelly, however. She had written several books on clothes, and cross dressing, and she was on to Jonathan's real ways.
She called him into her office after the class. There, she made him kneel down, onto his stockinged knees.
She spread her long legs apart, and bared her pussy for him. Then, Jonathan had to crawl toward her steaming cunt, and lick and suck her until she sighed with satisfaction.
"You lick my cunt like a good girl, Joan. Show me what a good girl you are." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan.
Afterwards, Jonathan would leave her office. Tears were making his black mascara stream down his cheeks.
The tip of his cock was wet inside his silky lace panties. One of his garters had come undone.
He stumbled along the halls, having seemed to have forgotten how to walk in his high heels. Then, Marsha saw him.
"What's the matter, Joan, sugar?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Miss Kelly was bitchy to me." Jonathan said to her.
"Never you mind your pretty little head. I tell you what, my mother always says to go buy a new hat or a new hair dye whenever you're down. Let's go shopping!" Marsha said to him.
CHAPTER ONE
Marsha had become friends with Debbie Elton the year before. And, she had heard Debbie mention several times that she had a younger brother, Jonathan.
But, Marsha never thought too much about that. She was good friends with Debbie that year, but they had sort of stopped being friends by the next year.
Debbie was more friends with this other girl, and she and Marsha started to drift apart. And, then, Debbie went to move into another apartment with the other girl.
Debbie left her apartment to her brother, who had moved to town that year to start studying at the same college that Marsha and Debbie went to. And, so that second year, after being friends with his sister for a year, and drifting rather bitterly away from her, Marsha met Jonathan.
Someone was selling clothes on the front lawn in front of the cafeteria. This was a normal occurrence at the beginning and end of each semester at the college.
Penniless students would sell off their old clothes, and books and odd things that they had accumulated during their years at school.
And, they'd pick up maybe fifty dollars to go out in the working world with. And, that was what Connie Coleman was doing.
Connie Coleman had been one of the nicest dressed girls at the school. She went in for glamour and girlishness much more than most of the other girls at the intellectual school.
Marsha had actually been sort of good friends with her her freshman year, when they were in the same dormitory. But, they were not really the same type, Marsha thought, and they, too drifted apart.
That happened pretty frequently with Marsha. She seemed to always be drifting rather bitterly apart from her girlfriends.
They usually were much more interested in their newly acquired boyfriends, or in another girl who was more interested in seeking out boyfriends than Marsha. Marsha just wasn't as interested in centering her life around boys.
And, she didn't like the feminist group at the school, either. She didn't want to be plain and unfeminine like those girls were.
The thing was that Marsha liked being girlish, and liked being with girls. She thought that boys were gross and crude.
Some of her girlfriends thought that she was gay. But, she really didn't feel that she was a lesbian.
She was more interested in male bodies sexually. And, she never felt sexually attracted to her girlfriends.
It was just that she preferred being with girls, and doing girlish things. And, she liked kissing a guy occasionally, when she was drunk at a party or something.
But, she just didn't take males that seriously. She was bored with their rough ways.
She liked to read fashion magazines and try out make-up, and giggle. She wished things would be like they were when she was in junior high school.
Then, girls could have fun having crushes on boys, and talking about boys, and giggling. But, they spent all their time together, and having romantic fantasies, instead of boring reality.
Marsha had finally found herself secure enough in her school work, to take time out to earn some money with a part-time job at a drug store.
She worked the cosmetics counter. She really enjoyed her job.
She got to way-lay women, and get them to let her put full make-up on their faces. Marsha liked to draw, and the thing she liked drawing the best were portraits.
So, it was only natural that she should find putting on make-up a lot of fun. And, she felt that it was a creative thing, and art even, as well.
And, along with the sheer enjoyment and satisfaction of the job itself, Marsha also finally had extra money to spend. Her parents paid for her tuition, and living expenses, but she never had money to spend on fun things until she started earning it for herself.
Now, she felt very good with the cool autumn late afternoon breeze blowing around her, and the crisp feel of new dollar bills in her pocket. She had cashed her paycheck that morning, up the hill, at the bank, and the new bills that she kept for the week, were still in her pocket.
But, she was saving up for clothes shopping in a few weeks. So, she only took out a few dollars for milkshakes at the coffee shop, and mint milano cookies.
So, her mood immediately fell when she saw what Connie was selling. Connie had been very spoiled by her parents all during school.
She had lots of money to spend, and all sorts of gorgeous clothes. She only washed with Erno Lazlo soap.
All morning and evening, the girls in the dorm would pass by and hear her splashing the soapy sink water on her face one hundred times. But, her skin was luminous.
In any case, her good times had stopped. Connie had become involved with a boy that her parents disapproved of.
And, to show their disapproval, they had cut off her large allowance. So, in order to take a trip to San Francisco with her boyfriend, Connie had to sell off some of her beautiful wardrobe.
And, that's what made Marsha's face fall. She saw that Connie was selling an article of clothing that she had always admired, and coveted.
And, the price that Connie had printed on a piece of paper, attached to a popsicle stick over that pile of clothes was more than Marsha had in her pocket. And, it wasn't that much either, it was a very good bargain, it was just that Marsha didn't have that much money on her.
What she craved was a floor-length violet velvet cape. It had a grey silk lining and a beautiful cowl and hood.
There were violet silk drawstrings to the top of the cape that were of a slightly darker and more vivid color than the violet of the cape velvet.
The cape's violet was a tantalizing mixture of the subdued and the vivid. It was like a psychic ink blot on a winter day.
Everytime that Connie wore the cape, which was all of three times, Marsha felt a keen sense of envy. The three times that she had worn it were each year at the Christmas formal.
She draped the magnificent cape three times over three gorgeous formal gowns, as she went with three different dates to the three different formal dinner dances. Marsha envied her her outfits much more than her dates.
Marsha had only been once to the Christmas formal dinner dance. She just didn't make enough effort to attract boys.
She dressed as nicely as she could. She took great pleasure in that.
And, she was a handsome girl. So, it wasn't the way she looked that kept boys away from her.
No, it was the way she was always acting so distant from them. Or, not exactly distant, but she didn't act as if male appreciation was the most important thing in her life.
Actually, Marsha did have dreams of a handsome, dark-haired man, falling passionately in love with her. She wanted a man like a movie star.
But, none of the boys that she knew around the school fit her dreams. And, she was not the sort to settle for less than the best that she could imagine.
So, most of Marsha's sex life was in" her romantic fantasies, and in the movies that she went to see every week. And, she dated infrequently.
One boy had asked her to one Christmas formal, and she went with him. She went with him not because she wanted his company, although she didn't mind him compared to the other boys around, but because her mother was so very anxious for her to date, that informing her that she was going to the Christmas formal brought her a generous check with instructions to buy a pretty formal gown with it.
This was Marsha's true delight in getting a date to the prom. Actually, she could have gone stag, or maiden doe, or with a larger group, as many people did.
But, that would have meant buying her own ticket, and Marsha just couldn't spare twenty-five dollars in those years. This year, however, she was determined not only to go to the formal, but to buy a glamorous dress to wear there.
Now, she had the money. But, it was in her bank account, not in her pocket.
And, she could just see herself in Connie's violet velvet cape, with some pale grey, seed pearl satin number underneath it, sweeping into the dining hall. But, she didn't have the money in her pocket.
Marsha still kept the gown that she had worn her sophomore year to the Christmas formal. It was midnight blue, and velvet, as well. It was a narrow A-line from an empire waist.
It trailed in a small point at the back. There was an underslip of powder blue satin.
The high bodice of the dress was trimmed with a band of smooth, powder blue satin. It was very simple, and Marsha thought that it was quite chic.
It had a medium low, square cut neckline. And, the back plunged into a point at the empire waist.
She wore no necklace. She thought that the decorative satin back at the top of the bodice was enough.
Her long, white, graceful neck rose, unencumbered by jewelry. But, she wore her thick, wavy chestnut hair piled up on her head, and on her shell-like ears, she wore silver and blue enamel earrings.
They were like modernistic stylized arrowheads that pointed up to her hair-do. And, they put just the right accent to her upper body, Marsha thought.
The other girls thought that she was rather daring to wear make-up that night of a decidedly blue tone. Her lipstick, even was a shade of violet that was much closer to blue than to a lipstick pink.
Her dark eyes, of course, were magnificently shadowed in shades of blue. And, there was even a bluishness about the silver shimmer in her powder.
Bright blue enamel barrettes kept her hair up, and showed through bits of her thickly, wavily piled coiffeur. Marsha thought that she looked wonderful.
But, she was too sophisticated looking, she thought for most of the girls and boys there. Although a few fashion savants, like Connie, complimented her on her get-up.
Connie also looked magnificent at the Christmas formal, all three years that she went. The first year, she had worn a simple, gold gown.
It was of raw silk, with bits of rough weave all over the fabric. The gown hit just the right point over her matching pumps.
The neckline was a plain halter. And, the silhouette was straight and clingy, with no waistline.
Her hair was in a geometric cut that winter, so she just left it clean and uncurled. It was her natural light brown; color.
She wore half-length beige gloves, and the rest was just the tan that she had got over Thanksgiving with her family, on vacation in Mexico. She wore small diamond stud earrings.
The next Christmastime she wore a hot pink satin jump suit. It had padded shoulders, and electrically blinking tiny lights along the shoulder line.
She wore calf-length purple suede boots, with low heels. There was a thick belt to the jump-suit, with a glowing electric square shaped buckle.
Her hair was dyed bright blue, and greased back. Her high cheekbones were strongly accentuated by dark foundation shadow.
The third time that Connie went to the Christmas formal dinner party, she wore a man's white tails. She had the full outfit, from spats to top hat.
She had had it impeccably tailored to her shapely, but slender figure. She also carried a ivory cane.
Her make-up was very simple. Whitish foundation, small, dark red, shiny lips. Black rimmed eyes that were not very brought out.
She wore her hair blonde, and falling over one eye, like Veronica Lake. She had taps on her shoes, and demonstrated the steps that she had learned in tap dancing that past year.
But, each time, she had completely covered her outfit with the violet, velvet cape and hood. The top hat had flattened down into an enigmatic white circle that she held in her white gloved hands.
Then, she would neatly place the cape in the coat check. And, reveal her surprise outfit to the others.
Marsha really wanted that cape. She didn't believe that there was any stigma in wearing someone else's clothes.
Although, she thought that perhaps it would be a little gauche to wear the cape to the Christmas formal, where Connie had always worn it. Marsha was graduating that spring, and she figured that she could keep the cape to wear out in the world.
She really wanted it, but she didn't have thirty dollars in her pocket. She only had seven dollars.
She asked Connie, "Can I pay you tomorrow? I really want the cape, and it's a good value for thirty dollars, it hardly seems to have been worn. But, I just don't have the money on me right now. I do have it in the bank, and I promise you that I'll pay you tomorrow."
Connie said, "Gee, I'd love to sell it to you. But, I really need to have the money today. I'm leaving tonight, and I have to sell everything before then and have cash for it."
Just then, another girl came up. She was a snotty freshman that Marsha particularly disliked.
The girl said, "I'll buy that cape of yours. It would be perfect to wear to the Christmas formal."
Marsha looked into Connie's eyes. She begged her not to sell it to the girl, but she begged nonverbally, with her eyes.
Connie said, "I'm sorry, I've just sold the cape to Marsha, here."
Marsha's face lit up. The girl stormed off muttering about leaving things where people thought that they were still available.
"Oh, thank you so much, Connie!" Marsha said to her, clasping her hands.
"Well, I didn't want that little bitch to have it. But, I still need the cash within the hour. You'll have to look around to find someone with ready cash that you can borrow." Connie said to Marsha.
"Okay. I'll find someone. I have to!" Marsha said, rushing off to the coffee shop.
It was always difficult to get people to lend money at that school where most people were living from parents' small check to mouth. Marsha had had trouble borrowing dollars to get a milkshake, let along thirty odd dollars.
She went up to her friend, Sandy. Sandy was sitting over coffee, brooding about her biology assignment.
"Do you have any cash on you?" Marsha asked her.
"Hah! I bought this coffee on credit." Sandy said.
"Oh, I don't know what to do. I need thirty dollars within the hour. I have the money in the bank, too. I got paid today. But, Connie Coleman is selling that violet velvet cape of hers, and I really must have it. And, she needs that money now." Marsha said to Sandy.
"Well, why don't you ask Jonathan Elton. I heard that he lends money to people. He's always into little business ventures." Sandy said, turning over her notebook.
"Oh, is that Debbie's brother? I never met him. What does he look like?" Marsha asked Sandy.
"Oh, no! Look, I put my last page of notes down on some jelly!" Sandy wailed.
"Well, quick, scrape it off. I'll go bring you a plastic knife." Marsha said, running off to get one.
She returned. She handed the plastic knife to her girlfriend, and sat quietly as Sandy scraped the jelly off of her biology notes.
When the page was clean except for a purple stain, Sandy said to Marsha, "I saw Jonathan at the other corner of the shop. Let's see, how should I describe him? He's about five; ten, quite thin, rather delicate looking, sort of bird-like. He has short, thick straight dark brown hair, light skin,, but with a nice tone, and nice green eyes. Is that, good enough?"
"Okay, thanks. I think I can spot him with one of your species observations." Marsha said to Sandy.
She went off to the other end of the coffee shop. She spotted Jonathan Elton pretty quickly. '
He had the same coloring as his sister Debbie, Marsha thought, but his body type is totally different. Debbie was short and curvy, rather over-plump.
Jonathan was tall and willowy. And, his hair was straight, and in a bowl cut, wild on his head.
Whereas, Debbie had curly hair, that she kept neatly combed. One wouldn't have spotted them for brother and sister without knowing it, but if one looked, one could see a family resemblance.
Jonathan was sitting at a booth with two freshman. He, himself, was a sophomore transfer from a state school.
They were in animated conversation. Marsha could not see how, though.
The two kids that Jonathan was talking with were some of the most boring members of the Christian fellowship.
They weren't really vile, like some of the older, leader people of the religious club, they were just very bland. And, actually, Jonathan seemed to be doing most of the talking.
The two small freshmen were listening. Marsha approached the booth.
She heard Jonathan saying, "You see, we could organize a clean-up the campus group. It would be ecumenical. All the people who care!"
Marsha was very anxious for her money. So, she just butted into the conversation.
"Excuse me, are you Jonathan Elton?" she asked him in the middle of his next sentence.
"Yes, I am." Jonathan said, turning his big, green eyes at her.
He blinked forth rightly at Marsha. She marveled at how accurate Sandy's description was. He did look like a bird, Marsha thought.
"Uh, I heard that you deal in usury." Marsha said to him, smiling.
"That's clever. I like people who say things cleverly." Jonathan said to her, smiling back.
"Well, I desperately need thirty dollars within the hour. And, I have the money in my bank account, I can pay you back Monday, after the banks open. I just need the cash right now." Marsha said to him.
"Well, let me see. That sounds like reasonable collateral. And, with these two sterling citizens of our school as witness, I guess it's a safe deal. Okay. I just happen to have thirty dollars on me." Jonathan said.
"Oh, thank you! Thanks an awful lot!" Marsha said, grabbing his cool, slender hand.
Jonathan stood up, and reached in the pocket of his loose corduroy pants. He brought out a silver chain material purse.
The two Christian freshman looked at it curiously. Jonathan's pale skin went slightly red.
"Do you like my money purse? I got it when I saw that the price of silver was going to rise. It's a grand investment." Jonathan said to them, and to Marsha.
"Oh, I've always loved those purses. They had a special glass compartment for them at this department store that I went to with my mother when I was little." Marsha said to Jonathan, beginning to covet his purse.
"Oh, yeah? I saw them too when I was little. I was the youngest so Mom always took me shopping with her. That's interesting that we both remember the same thing." Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah." Marsha said, taking the thirty dollars from him.
"So, I'll meet you here on Monday. How about five o'clock in the evening?" Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Fine. And, I'll have the money for you without fail. Thanks a lot. See you." Marsha said.
She ran out of the coffee shop, and went around to the area of grass where Connie was selling off the last of her lovely things. She breathlessly handed Connie the money.
"Oh, you did get it. I was just about to sell it to someone else. Fine." Connie said, pocketing the money.
"Oh, I'm so happy! You've got such nice things. I wish I could buy more of them." Marsha said to Connie.
"Thanks. Well, I didn't want to sell too much. I think that Mommy and Daddy will stop being pig-headed pretty soon, and send me back my allowance. If they'd just meet Charles, they'd like him." Connie said to Marsha.
"Well, I hope everything works out for you." Marsha said to her.
Marsha grabbed up the lush, violet garment. She held it in her arms, and walked with it to the bus stop.
But, before the bus came to bring her back to her apartment, she saw a boy she knew in his car. He waved to her.
"Hey, don't just wave to me! Come here and give me a ride home!" Marsha called to the boy. It was a boy that Marsha found rather attractive. She liked men that were rather pretty.
She liked dark hair, and pale skin. Or, they could be blondes or redheads or of another race.
What was important was that they had vivid coloring. Although, she did have a special feeling for dark hair in contrast to light skin.
And, they couldn't be hairy. She hated beards, mustaches, and all facial hair outside of eyebrows and lashes, which she liked thick, but not overbearing in the case of eyebrows.
And, she liked men that were thin. She admired nice muscles from a sculpture's point of view, but she didn't mind of a guy was sort of weakly skinny.
Height meant nothing to her. She just liked a general fineness about a man.
She liked delicate features and big eyes in men. And, she liked graceful hands.
This boy that was giving her a lift in his Volkswagen fit almost all of her tastes. But, he was a bit on the jockish side, despite his pretty looks.
Marsha knew him from Psychology class, which they had both taken for easy science credit. Marsha because she was a humanities major, Frank, which was his name, because he was not too bright.
He did have a car, though, and Marsha retained his friendship for his looks and for his car. It came in handy, she thought for times like now. "What's that in your arms?" Frank asked her.
"Oh, it's this beautiful cape. You know the one that Connie Coleman always wore to the Christmas formal?" Marsha said to him.
"Then what do you have it for? And, I don't remember it." Frank said to her.
"I just bought it from her, stupid. And, I bet you never noticed what girls wear. Honestly, you boys have no clothes sense." Marsha said to him.
"That's not true. I like pretty underwear." Frank said to her.
"Oh, yeah? Do you like to feel it against your cock, Frank?" Marsha asked him, suggestively, and rather tauntingly.
"Sure. You have any?" Frank asked her.
"All my underwear is pretty. But, I've got some special stuff at home in my drawer. Why don't you come up, and I'll let you feel it?" Marsha said to him. Her purchase and her conversation with Jonathan, who she decided that she wanted to get to know had stimulated Marsha. She was feeling very sensual.
Her breasts felt big and soft underneath her sweater. She, felt them bounce in their firm shapes, up against the nylon top of her slip.
"Is that a, proposition?" Frank asked her.
"Well, we'll see." Marsha said to him as the car made its way through the evening traffic.
Finally, they came to Marsha's apartment. She lived alone that year.
Fortunately, there was a parking space right in front of the apartment house. Frank parked the car.
Then, Marsha said, "You wanna come around and help me out with this? You are coming up, aren't you?"
"Sure, if you want me to, Marsha." Frank said, his eyes gleaming shyly.
He got out of his side of the car, and went around to the passenger side. He opened the door for Marsha.
Then, she handed her purse to him. She kept the violet velvet cape in her arms.
"Here, you hold my purse, and open the door for us, okay?" Marsha said to him.
"Okay." Frank said, and took the purse in his left hand. He slipped it over his wrist.
After Marsha stepped out of the car, he closed her door. Then, he walked after her to the door of the apartment house.
It was a small, three story building. All of the tenants except one old lady, and a nurse, were students at Marsha's college.
There were only nine apartments in the building. The rent was cheap, and the plumbing was good, as was the heating facilities.
It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing building. It was obviously built with swift construction in mind.
It was a red brick block, with no decoration. Marsha liked nice architecture, and she never got a thrill looking at the building in which she lived.
Inside it was all straight, blocky lines as well. So, she tried to make her interior decoration as nice as possible.
She leaned against the glass entrance door. She watched Frank walk up the concrete path to her.
She started to laugh. Frank looked at her curiously.
"What are you laughing about?" Frank asked her when he got up to her.
"You." Marsha said to him, giggling rather impolitely in his face.
"What's so funny about me?" Frank said, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.
"Oh, you just looked so funny carrying that purse on your hand as you came up the path. It seemed so fitting to you, despite the fact that you're such a jock." Marsha said to him, stifling another laugh.
"Well, Jeez. I, was just carrying it because you told me to." Frank said to her, sticking the purse under his armpit.
"Never mind. Find my keys and open the door. It's cold outside and it's nice and warm inside." Marsha said.
Frank searched through her rattily messy purse, of which Marsha was not in the least bit ashamed. Finally, he found her keys amid the bronze foil of gum wrappers, lipstick stained tissues, a make-up brush, some nibbled on pencils, some pieces of paper all ancient and crumpled up with addresses on them, bits of loose change, sun glasses, a broken cigarette, and an empty cigarette case, a cigarette lighter which had an outside which was plastic flowers, an old Polaroid of Marsha and her sister, a ticket from a revival movie house from when Marsha went to see "Now, Voyager," an old tube of flavored lipstick, some newly bought make-up compacts, a purple leather wallet, a clipping from the "National Inquirer" that Marsha thought was amusing, a cinnamon sucking candy, a pen with a polished piece of marble on its clip that Marsha had stolen from a downtown bank's loan office, an O.B. tampon, a couple of bobby pins some of which had the tips eaten off, a yellow plastic topped barrette, a coated rubber band, and a number of other things.
He put the key in the front door lock, and finally figured out the right way to turn it. Marsha tapped her foot impatiently.
She had tried to give Frank instructions, but he didn't know which direction was clockwise, and he didn't know his right from his left. She sighed, and walked into her hallway.
Marsha lived on the second floor, and she led the way up the stairs. Frank watched her ass wiggle as she mounted the stairs.
He remembered why he was coming up to her place. He felt his heart beat poundingly.
Marsha took the keys from Frank, shifting the cape onto her other arm, and, unlocked her door. Frank followed her into her apartment.
Marsha laid the cape down gently on a chair. Then, she stretched and turned to Frank.
"Hey, this is a nice place!" Frank said, looking at her studio apartment.
"Oh, you haven't been here before, have you?" Marsha said.
This was Marsha's first unfurnished apartment. She managed to wheedle her mother into sending her some money to buy furniture and decorations.
Still, she had to search around for bargains and old neat things. And, she was lucky, for there were many low-priced antique shops around the town.
Also, Marsha embraced funky punk taste, so certain Eisenhower age furnishing in pinks, aqua's, and Formica were to her taste, and were not yet to the provincial tastes of the town. So, these things were in Goodwill instead of all cleaned up and for ten times the price in a good interior decoration store.
Marsha could not do anything about the ugly textured green carpet that came with the apartment. So, she tried to work around it.
She thought that it might fade away to be a sort of neutral base if she put mostly pink and grey things in the room. Those were her favorite colors.
They dominated the main room, while the kitchenette and the bathroom were aqua and silver, respectively. Marsha slept on a sofa bed, in order to have more space in her studio apartment.
It had a rounded back and arms, and three cushions. Marsha had found it for fifteen dollars, including delivery.
So, she felt that she could afford to have slip covers made for it. It's ordinary upholstery was an ugly brown tweed.
So, she had pink and grey striped velour slip covers made. And, her sheets, which usually remained hidden during the day, were pale pink cotton, gotten at a white sale at Woolworths.
There was a great twisted loveseat with a pink-red vinyl covering that she found at a junk shop. And, there was a big, dark grey vinyl easy chair, that tilted back.
Marsha thought that that type of chair was a necessity. She sat there most of the time, and when there was a bunch of people in the apartment, there was usually all sorts of intrigue going on to steal the chair from whomever was sitting on it.
There were a number of hideous pictures around the room. There were two velvet paintings, that Marsha had found at a garage sale.
And, there was an oil painting of a still life, where half a bottle had been pasted underneath where the bottle was painted. And, the rest of the picture was in sort of an half abstract expressionist style.
Then there were various postcards! tacked up on one wall. Marsha sat down in the easy chair, after putting her newly purchased cape away.
"Sit down. Or are you too anxious to. see my silky underwear?" she said to Frank.
"Uh, okay." Frank said, and placed his firm ass awkwardly on the edge of the love-seat.
They were silent. Marsha realized that she didn't really have anything to say to Frank. So, she stood up, and walked to her, fake Italian provincial bureau.
She opened up the top drawer. The smell of lilac sachet wafted over to Frank's nostrils.
He perked up. Marsha motioned him over to where she was in front of the bureau.
He went over and stood beside her, looking into the fragrant tissue paper in the drawer. He felt a hard lump in his pants.
Marsha took off the tissue paper, and showed him the collection of delicate ladies lingerie underneath it in the drawer. She took out a silky, lace trimmed number, and held it up to his face.
Marsha stroked his face with the soft, slinky material. Frank in-took his breath sharply.
"You like that, don't you?" Marsha said to the boy.
"Yes, yes, I do." Frank answered her, leaning his cheek into the feminine material.
Marsha rubbed her hand over the crotch of his jeans. She felt his hardon underneath it.
"I bet you like these frilly panties even better than what's supposed to be underneath them, don't you?" Marsha said to him.
"I don't know what you mean, Marsha." Frank said to her, still putting most of his attention on the silken material that she was stroking his cheek with.
"You know what I mean, you parity loving jock." Marsha said to him, smirking.
Marsha took the panties away from Frank's face. She twisted down to the Ugly green carpet.
She locked her fingers into Frank's jean waistband. She unsnapped the top of his fly.
Then, she started to unzip the zipper. Frank's hard-on was throbbing, and pressing out to its freedom.
Finally, Marsha had pulled Frank's jeans down, and his red underpants as well. She looked at his underpants, which she held in her hand.
Dreamily, Frank had followed her orders, and stepped out of his two pairs of pants, as she stripped him of them. Then, he stood there, naked from the waist down, his cock erect into the air.
"Do all your jock friends wear these stretchy red briefs?" Marsha asked Frank, contemptuously.
"No. Some wear the regular white ones, which I wear sometimes, too. I don't think anyone pays too much attention. Just whatever their mother buys them." Frank said to her.
"I bet you wish your mother bought you underpants like this instead." Marsha said, waving her frilly panties in the air.
Frank laughed. Marsha placed her hand, holding the panties, against his hard-on.
"Come on, try these on for size." Marsha said to him.
Frank laughed. But, he was turned on by her hand on his cock, so he went along with her game.
She had him step into the leg holes of the silken, lace trimmed white panties. Then, she got onto her knees, and pulled the panties up his hairy legs.
"You really should shave, you know." Marsha said to him.
Frank laughed. He felt all trembly as the nice material went up his legs.
Finally, Marsha pulled the waistband up to his navel. And, he felt his balls and his cock incased in the girl's panties.
"You really like that, don't you?" Marsha said to him.
"Uh-huh." Frank said, as Marsha rubbed her hand along the outside of the panties.
Then, Marsha pulled the waistband high up, and the silky crotch of the panties pulled into Frank's ass crack. He shifted his weight uncomfortably.
Marsha shoved on Frank's chest, and she had enough power to push him onto the floor. He lay on his back.
He could feel the pinch of the small, elastic waistband against his larger, male waist. And, he felt the stiff lace scratch him around his thighs.
But, his cock felt just great, he thought, as it pressed against the clean, white silky material.
Then, Marsha climbed on top of him. She pressed her jean clad crotch against his panty-covered one.
Her pubic bone must have been sticking out, for it felt hard against Frank's cock. She lay on top of Frank's taller, muscular body, and began to hump him.
The silky material and the warmth of her hard vulva rubbed against him. Frank felt so excited.
His cock just seemed to get bigger and bigger. Marsha pressed hard against him, but there was the delicate material first, against his cock.
Back and forth she rubbed her crotch against his cock. Frank found it difficult to breath.
She was pulling the panty fabric, which was pulling his cock skin back and forth. He was galloping toward climax.
Marsha looked down sternly on his melting face. She went faster and faster in her ride on top of him.
"Don't you mess those panties up!" she said to him, waving her finger in front of his face.
But, she kept on humping him, and he was so aroused. And, soon, he couldn't hold back anymore, and the come started to spurt out of him.
Marsha continued to rub against him, fast and hard. Finally, it was all too much for him.
His cock just kept on spurting spunk. He felt like every last drop of jism was being pulled out of him.
So, he screamed. Marsha stopped humping him.
She rested her body on top of his. She didn't say anything for a while.
Frank had almost regained his breath. Then, Marsha sat up.
She moved down on his upper thighs. She looked down on his smaller basket through the sticky panties.
"What did you do?" she yelled.
She put her hand down to the silky panties, now defiled by his ejaculate. She pulled the clingy wet fabric from his cock, pulling at his pubic hair as she did so.
"What did I tell you?" Marsha asked him.
Frank didn't say anything. Marsha glared at him.
"What did I tell you?" She demanded of him.
"Uh, you said not to dirty your panties. I'm really sorry Marsha, but you got me so excited. What did you expect?" Frank said to her apologetically.
"What did I expect? What did I expect? I expect when I put a brand new pair of silk and lace panties on a girl, she'll be a lady. She won't get them all filthy." Marsha said to Frank angrily.
"But, I'm not a girl. A boy shoots when he comes, that's the way it is." Frank said to her, shaking his head.
"You wear my panties, you're a girl. You female athletes are really something, you know?" Marsha said to him.
Frank did not know what to make of Marsha's remarks about him, calling him a girl. But, he felt guilty about fouling her panties.
"Now, I hope you'll be a lady with class, and rinse out my panties, now that you've violated them." Marsha said to Frank.
"Sure, Marsha, sure. How do you want me to wash them?" Frank asked her.
"Don't you know anything? Who will want to marry a girl that can't even rinse out a pair of panties?" Marsha said, exasperatedly.
Marsha grabbed Frank's hand, roughly, and pulled him up beside her. She had gotten up, and had spoken that last few lines on her slightly spread feet, her arms akimbo.
"Now, take those off!" Marsha said to Frank.
Frank pulled the panties down to his hips. Then, he lifted first one leg, then the other out of them.
He held the come filled panties in his right hand, and let Marsha pull him into the bathroom. She placed him in front of the sink.
"Now, first, run some luke-warm water, and rinse out the panties. Be sure to clean the crotch out well." Marsha said harshly to Frank.
Frank wasn't sure what luke-warm meant, so he just tried for warm water. He twisted the hot and the cold spigots until a reasonably tepid mix was achieved.
Then, he held the frilly silken panties under the faucet and let the water flow over them. Marsha watched him sternly.
Then, she bent down to the tile floor beside her toilet. She got back up holding a bottle of woolite.
"Now, pour a little bit of this onto the crotch. And, don't scrub it in." Marsha said to him.
Frank did as she instructed. There was still a little bit of his slimy come stuck to the silky material of the panty crotch.
He blushed when he saw it. And, he quickly poured the woolite onto it.
Then, Marsha put the plug in the sink, and filled it with cold water. She grabbed the panties from Frank's hands, and put them into the water.
"Now, swirl them around a bit, Franny." Marsha said to him.
Frank swirled the panties around in the cold, woolite penetrated water. Then, he shook the moisture off of his chilled fingers.
"Now, we'll just have to wait a few minutes until the woolite does its work." Marsha said to Frank.
They stood there in the small bathroom. Frank looked at the bra hanging on the shower curtain rod.
He saw the flat plastic boxes of make-up lying on the corner of the sink compartment. He smelled the powder that had stuck in the air since Marsha had powdered herself with wild flowers talcum after her shower that morning.
He saw with embarrassment that his cock was starting up again. Marsha soon noticed that, too.
"I bet you wish that you had a bathroom like this, instead of that old locker room thing you have in your dorm, don't you?" Marsha said.
"I guess so." Frank said, blushing as his cock achieved full erection.
"That place smells of dirty socks. I had to use it once. I don't think that they should make boys and girls use the same bathrooms." Marsha said.
Frank lived in a coed dormitory, but it used to be single sex, so there was only one bathroom. Everybody took it as a matter of course.
There were only a few single-sex dorms left on campus. Everyone wanted to mix together.
"I lived in a single-sex dorm. I think that us girls should stay together. I don't want boys' smelly stuff around me, do you?" Marsha asked Frank.
Frank shrugged his shoulders. He found Marsha a lot stranger than he thought she might be.
"Okay, now, pull the plug, and rinse out the panties with cold water." Marsha told Frank.
Frank held the soapy panties under cool water until every bit of the woolite, and of his come were gone from them. The material did not feel so good in his hands when it was wet.
Then, Marsha said to him, "Now, I'll bring you a clean towel, and I want you to place the panties flat on the towel."
She went out to the closet, and brought out a small, maroon colored towel. She placed it on the toilet seat, which she closed.
She watched Frank, eagle-eyed to make sure that he didn't leave a wrinkle in her new panties. Then, she folded the other side of the towel over the panties.
"Okay, that should do now. But, the panties will never be the same." Marsha said, pouting.
"Well, I'm sorry, Marsha. What more can I tell you? I know, you tell me where to go, and I'll go buy you another pair, two pairs even." Frank said to her.
"Okay. Go to Lindstrongs. And, you better get three pairs." Marsha said to him.
"Alright." Frank said, thinking three a bit excessive for what he had done.
"And, keep one of the pairs for yourself." Marsha said.
Frank blushed. He started toward the door. Marsha shut it behind him.
In the hallway, he realized that he was naked from the waist down. He pounded on Marsha's door.
"Hey, Marsha, let me in! My pants are in there." Frank said to her.
Marsha didn't answer. He pounded some more.
Finally, Marsha opened the door, keeping the chain lock latched, however. And, she threw Frank out something.
"Here, cover your ass with this." Marsha said to him, and shut her door again.
Frank opened up the folded material that she had shoved into his hands. It was a large, pleated skirt.
Frank pounded some more on her door, but Marsha refused to answer. Finally, he decided that wearing a girl's skirt was less embarrassing than having to walk out naked;
So, he stepped into the large skirt, and sucked his stomach in to button the one button at the waist. Then, he zipped up the side zipper.
He had his shoes and socks on. Marsha had taken his pants and his underwear off over them.
Frank looked down on himself. He thought that he looked ridiculous.
But, as he started to walk down the stairs, he felt good. His erect cock rubbed against the soft, pleated cotton.
The pretty rose color of the material made him feel happy, and attractive. He gaily walked out to his car.
By the time that he had driven back to campus, forgetting even what he had driven off for in the first place, he felt completely comfortable in Marsha's rose colored, pleated skirt.
He parked his car, and started to walk across the yard, to his dormitory. People started to give him strange looks.
Then, all of a sudden, he realized what he was wearing. He blushed deeply, and ran toward his dormitory room.
"Hey, Cinderella, what's the hurry? You about to turn into a pumpkin?" a boy from his racket ball class yelled at him.
Frank was near tears as he finally got behind his door. He sunk onto his bed.
He put his hand limply to his forehead. He was sweating.
His body felt weak and trembly. But, the skirt that had sunk around his crotch felt nice, and still excited him.
Frank's cock was regaining the erection that it had lost when his fellow jock had yelled at him. He pressed Marsha's skirt material against his cock, and began to rub at it.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He felt so good, he felt, well, pretty, he thought.
Almost immediately, his cock spurted semen into the pleats at the front of the skirt. Frank lay back afterwards, and breathed deeply.
He stretched his arms up above his head, and sighed voluptuously. Finally, he sat up.
He looked down at his lap. There was a dark spot of wetness on the front of the skirt.
Frank clicked his tongue in his mouth. He lifted the skirt delicately from his limp cock.
"I'll have to go buy some woolite." Frank thought to himself.
CHAPTER TWO
That Monday at five o'clock, Marsha went into the coffee shop. She wore a fresh mask of make-up, and a tight, pink sweater.
She wore calf length red velour tight pants, and a white leatherette belt. She wore dark nylons, and cone heeled pumps.
She wore a silver circle ring on her right collar area. She wore pink, pearly nail polish.
Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. Her nipples stuck out from the sheer bra that held her breasts up super high and firm.
Her lipstick was a gaudy pink, and her eyes were heavily outlined in navy blue mascara. Her foundation was a pale pinkish color.
She wore a fake gold charm bracelet that she found in a garage sale. She had once had a charm bracelet when she was little, but she hadn't ever gotten around to soddering the new charms onto it.
It began with just one charm - a nice, workable bicycle. Then, she had gotten a charm of a trolley car in San Francisco, on a summer trip with her family.
And, when they went down to Los Angeles, her aunt had bought her two turquoise Indian charms. One was a fish, and the other was a little stylized man or demon.
And, then, she sort of forgot about the bracelet. It wasn't such a fad anymore.
Now, she used the old charms as unmatched earrings. She just attached them to her ear wire.
Today, though, she wore her new, used charm bracelet which was full of cheap Irish charms. There was a shamrock, with cheap green enamel or just paint on it, a leprechaun hat, and even a little leprechaun which was one of the few three dimensional charms on the bracelet.
For earrings that day, Marsha wore pink fake pearl studs. Arid, there was fake gold suns on the back of the pink pearls.
Marsha sat at a booth near the back, and waited for Jonathan to arrive. She had the money that she owed him in her white leatherette purse.
Finally, she saw his slender, bird-like form enter the other side of the coffee shop. She waved to him when he turned her way.
He walked over to her. He stood beside the booth, with his hands in his pockets.
"I need some Morning Thunder, would you like anything?" Jonathan asked Marsha.
"I'm waiting for my order of tunafish and fries to be yelled out." Marsha said to him.
"I'll be back in a minute." Jonathan said to her.
Marsha looked at him. As soon as it was his turn to order, he got into an animated conversation with both the cashier, and the person behind the grill.
Marsha was too far away to hear what they were saying. She decided that she found Jonathan very cute.
She liked the way that he tried to be a junior wheeler-dealer, but didn't really have the hardness necessary for that. There was something somehow feminine about him, and it wasn't just his Willowy figure, and delicate features.
And, Marsha liked that about him, as well. As she was lost in thought, Jonathan sat down at the booth, opposite her.
She focused on the tunafish sandwich and fries that were slid under her nose. She looked up and smiled at Jonathan.
"Oh, thanks. I didn't even hear them call out that they were ready." Marsha said to him.
"They didn't call out. I saw them sitting on the counter between the front and the grill. And, I said that they were yours, and I'd bring them to you. Then, I saw that the fries were limp. So, I told the guy to fry them up more. I'm sure you're a girl who appreciates a well fried potato. And, I had to argue and cajole with them, but finally they did it." Jonathan said to her.
"Oh, well, thank you. I do like them crisp, and these look delicious." Marsha said to him.
"So, how are your classes coming?" Jonathan asked Marsha.
"Oh, not so bad. It's my senior year, so I pretty much have things under control." Marsha said to him.
"You seem to me to be a girl who has most things pretty much under control, and likes it that way." Jonathan said to her.
"Oh, what makes you say that?" Marsha asked him.
"I have a good eye for these things." Jonathan said to her.
Marsha burst out laughing. Jonathan looked a little bit hurt by her response.
"You're so cute, Jonathan. Well, maybe you do have a good bird's eye for these things. I am pretty domineering, I guess." Marsha said to him, stuffing some tunafish salad and whole wheat bread into her mouth.
"I admire that in a girl. I like people with spunk. Especially girls." Jonathan said to her, looking at her straight in the eye as if to confirm his sincerity.
"Oh, really? Well, that's a very liberated thing to say, maybe." Marsha said to him.
"Yeah. I liked you right away. Of course, I know a little bit about you from my sister Debbie." Jonathan said to her.
"Oh, well don't judge me by what she says. We don't get along so well anymore and she never really um, plumbed the depths of my character." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Don't worry, I know my sister. And, I know how to interpret her feelings about people." Jonathan, said to her.
"So, what did she say about me?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, I can't remember exact things. I don't bother myself with details, I like to get the kernel of truth among things, you know?" Jonathan asked her.
"Sure, Jonathan. But, what sort of things did she say about me?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, just how you were sort of strange. Like you weren't like a lot of girls, although you did know more about fashion and stuff like that." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, I'll agree with that. I'm not angry to hear that." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, don't be angry. I got quite a favorable impression. I know that you're intelligent, and aggressive, and like fashion, and that's fine with me." Jonathan said to her, smiling.
"And, I pay back my debts, too." Marsha said to him, bringing up her purse.
"Oh, please, don't give me the money yet, or just leave it discreetly underneath my saucer. One shouldn't get into the petty details of money if one really wants to be a big time businessman." Jonathan said to her.
"Okay, Jonathan. Turn your head away while I slip the bills under your saucer." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan looked deep into her eyes with his wide set green eyes. He smiled his broad smile, and looked pleased with himself.
"Hey, I really like the way you're dressed." Jonathan said to her.
"Thank you. Most boys around here don't appreciate what girls wear unless it's strictly sexually overt." Marsha said to him.
"Ah, but good clothes are sexually overt in themselves." Jonathan said to her.
"You remind me of someone else." Marsha said to him.
"Who?" Jonathan asked her, curiously, taking a sip from his tea.
"A boy named Frank. I had him up to my apartment, and he got off on trying on my panties." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Marsha studied Jonathan's face, as he slowly put down his tea cup. He seemed to be nervous, or worked up about something.
"Do you think that that's so strange?" Jonathan asked her tentatively.
"I don't know. I don't mind it, though. In fact, I enjoyed helping him into my panties. And, I even thought that it might be nice to dress him up in a full girl's outfit." Marsha said to Jonathan, looking deeply into his wide eyes.
"Oh, yeah? Most people don't feel that way, I don't think." Jonathan said to her.
"Oh, well most people are morons, anyway. No, I think that transvestitism is a real turn on." Marsha said.
"Funny you should mention that. I always sort of got a thrill from being in women's clothes." Jonathan said to her.
"When have you been dressed in drag?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, I went to a boarding school for the first two years of high school. It was an all-boys school.
And, I like acting, so I joined the dramatic society. And, there was a pretty good one at that school.
And, most plays, of course have male and female parts. So, in order to do them, some of the boys had to take women's parts.
These usually went to the younger boys who were the, I guess you'd say the prettiest, and whose voices hadn't changed yet. And, I was one of those.
In fact, I was considered like the star actress. Cause I'm a good actor in general, and I was good at impersonating women." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"And, did you get hassled for playing women in the plays?" Marsha asked him.
"Not among the kids in the dramatic society. They recognized that it was a necessary thing for some of the boys to take female parts, and since not too many of them really liked doing it, they thought that it was great that I sought those parts.
In fact, I only played one man in my two years and oh, maybe, ten plays there. And, I had all starring roles after my brilliant first performance in a featured part." Jonathan told Marsha.
"And, what about the other boys in the school?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, there were some who bothered me. There was a bit of the 'Elton is a faggot' type number.
But, I'm certainly not gay. And, in fact. I was doing more sexually than most of those boys, and they found out about it, due to a little exploit that I made sure that everyone found out about." Jonathan said.
"What was that?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, all it amounted to, really, was sneaking a girl into the hallowed halls of our masculine dormitory. And, getting blown by her." Jonathan said.
"Oh, and did everyone stand around and watch?" Marsha asked him.
"No, but they did see me with the girl, walking into a large linen, closet. And, they could see the glint in my eyes when I scurried the girl back to the outside." Jonathan said.
"So, what roles did you play?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Well, let's see. I was Rosalind, in 'As You Like It.' That was one of my favorites." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Oh, that's a nice play. And, so that was real Shakespearean style casting, with a boy playing a girl playing a boy." Marsha said.
"Right. And, let's see. I can sing pretty well too, and in falsetto, too. I played Buttercup in 'Pinafore.'" Jonathan said.
"Oh, and were you a pretty, or a dumpy Buttercup?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, I played her as sort of a older, plumper woman who had been a vain, young beauty. Even though that's sort of against the text, as Gilbert was really against older women, and his portraits of them are vicious, really. But, I think that that's unkind." Jonathan said.
"So, what else did you play? I find this fascinating." Marsha added.
"Well, I was Maria in 'The Sound of Music.'" Jonathan said.
"That's wild! Julie Andrews must've turned over in her box-office poison grave." Marsha said.
"Yeah. And, we did a Shakespeare every year. Every year one of the bard's and one musical. So, I did Katerina in "Taming of the Shrew.'" Jonathan said.
"No kidding! I did that too, in our junior high school Shakespeare club. But. I didn't like the guy who played Petruchio, so when I kissed him in the end, there was about a six inch space between our faces." Marsha said to him.
"Yeah. Well, our drama teacher insisted on accuracy. He wouldn't stand for petty embarrassments. It was a real hard-core drama school." Jonathan said.
"So why did you leave?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Well, my father didn't see me in any plays until the one at the end of my sophomore year. He hadn't paid any attention before to what I'd told him about the plays that I was in.
My mother came to see me, but nobody else in my family did. And, she loved what I was doing.
In fact, she would come back stage, and want to put on my make-up, but the drama coach had to shoo her away, because he was very strict about us getting professional type, stage make-up." Jonathan said.
"So, what happened with your last play?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, it was 'Streetcar Named Desire.' It was really a senior special workshop production, but there were no seniors who could play Blanche DuBois as well as I could. I mean, I was a natural for the part. And, it was very well done. These were all very serious drama students.
Well, my father came by himself to see me in it. My mother had a headache.
And, he was like, totally shocked to see me come out in those clothes, and start talking like that. With a blonde wig, and all that.
Fortunately, he was in a state of shock. Because, otherwise, he might have stormed the stage, and I would have been so upset at that." Jonathan said.
"So, he made you leave the school?" Marsha asked him.
"Yeah. And, I really don't think that that was fair. I was really learning to act well. And, I would have gone on to male parts once I was in a mixed sex theater, I was just acting them because males had to act them at our school." Jonathan said.
"But, didn't you like acting them?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, yeah. I mean the women's part in lots of those plays are some of the meatiest ones. I like a real emoting part." Jonathan said.
"And, you liked to fit your meat into a meaty dress part, right?" Marsha asked.
Jonathan blushed. He took the money into his long, slender hands, and took out his silver chain purse with the other hand.
"I love your purse. Oh, I told you that, already, didn't I?" Marsha said to Jonathan. "And, I told you why I had it." Jonathan said.
"Oh, but that wasn't the only reason. Don't you like a little prettiness about you, even if it has to be hidden?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
Jonathan didn't say anything. His face had blanched.
"Oh, you can tell me. There's nothing to be ashamed of with me. I understand these things. You like pretty things. You like to be pretty. You shouldn't try to deny it." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan looked into her eyes. He looked like a startled sparrow.
"Can we go someplace else?" Jonathan asked her in a near whisper.
"Sure, beautiful. How about my place?" Marsha said to him.
"No, why don't we go to my place? You know, where Debbie used to live." Jonathan said to her.
"Okay, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"What did you call me?" Jonathan asked her.
"Your real name, sugar. Joan. Isn't that it?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
Jonathan shuddered and looked around. But, Marsha noticed that there was a marked rise in the lump in his pants.
And, there was a beautiful excited look in his fair face as he walked her toward the bus stop. Indeed, once they left the main part of the campus, and the other people weren't around, Jonathan really warmed to the subject of his secret desires.
"I bet we can have a lot of fun. I don't really have a close girlfriend this year. And, it would be nice to have an intelligent, funny girl to dress up with, and stuff." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Yes, that would be nice." Jonathan said, softly, in a high voice.
"Here comes the bus, Joan. Do you have exact change?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"I'll make do with what I have." Jonathan said to her, his cheeks glowing.
They rode the bus to Jonathan's apartment, Debbie's old one. Marsha continually whispered "Joan" to Jonathan during the bus ride, and at the end, they were both in giggles.
Finally, they got into the apartment. It was a two bedroom.
Debbie had shared it with this really straight girl, who was also religious. She kept a rag doll on her always made bed.
But, whenever Marsha had come over to visit Debbie, she had put the rag doll's stubbed hands over the rag doll's crotch. Marsha had had some good times with Debbie, and she looked forward to even better times with Joan.
"Well, here it is." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Do you have a roommate?" Marsha asked the boy.
"Yes. His name's Dan. He went to my boarding school with me, but my father never let me contact people from there, so we didn't meet up again since he called to answer my ad for a roommate." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Oh, and did he play women's roles, too?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, no. He's always been really big and hairy and old and masculine looking. He always played the real macho parts. In fact, he played Petruchio against my Kate." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, what will he think if he sees you cross-dressing?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"I don't know. I don't think that he'll mind. But, maybe we should just do it in my room, with the doors locked, for now." Jonathan said,
"Okay, but don't think that you'll get out of exposing your true self so easily," Marsha said to him.
"I don't. He'll think that we're fucking if I lock the door." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You certainly can't tell a man by the dress he wears, Let me tell you. Well, we'll see. Maybe if you're good." Marsha said, slapping Jonathan lightly on the ass.
CHAPTER THREE
"Now, what are we going to put on you?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Well, I do have a small collection that I've managed to accumulate." Jonathan told her shyly.
He went over to his closet. He opened up the sliding door.
Then, while Marsha sat on the edge of his twin bed, with her excellent legs crossed, he looked into the very back of the closet. Marsha lit a cigarette while she waited.
Finally, Jonathan lifted his back up straight, and faced her, holding a small box. It looked like a miniature hope chest.
"You don't mind if I smoke, do you, sugar?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No. Go right ahead. What brand do you smoke?" Jonathan asked her.
"The cigarettes for girls, right?" Jonathan asked her, smiling.
"That's right. Now, you're getting some smarts into that pretty little head of yours, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan walked over to the bed. He placed his small chest down gently on the bedspread.
"So, what have we here?" Marsha asked him, grinding her first cigarette out in the silver sprayed ash tray on his night table.
"This is my, my hope chest." Jonathan said shyly.
"Now, isn't that clever, and sweet. But, I'm afraid you'll need a lot more hope than this little chest can hold, sugar." Marsha said to him.
"Well, it's a beginning, at least." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, open it up. Let's see what you have here." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan opened up the small chest. It opened with a key that he wore on a delicate golden chain around his neck.
Marsha looked at his necklace. She pulled part of the long chain into her hand.
She looked at it appraisingly. She looked up at Jonathan.
"This is a very pretty chain, Joan. Where did you get it?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Oh, I got it in one of those marvelous antique junk shops down town. I think it's so elegantly delicate looking. But, it's ever so strong, as well." Jonathan said to her, his voice going higher.
"Just like you think you can be, right?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
Jonathan smiled shyly, and looked down at his flat chest. It was heaving with excitement.
He finally had his hope chest open. He lifted the lid up.
Marsha twisted her shapely torso over to peer into the chest. She saw a mess of chiffon and brocade and cheap lace in bright and pastel colors.
"Oh, honey. You've got to be a little more careful with your things." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh. Well, these materials don't really wrinkle so much. And, I was in a hurry to put things away the last time that I did." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Why? Was somebody barging in to see the hiding beauty?" Marsha said to him.
"Yes, my sister. And, I had to rush and put everything away. And, I just haven't had the time to fix things up since then." Jonathan explained to Marsha.
"Not had time? Not had time for your clothes! Why, sugar! Clothes are a girl's best asset, especially a pitiful girl-boy like you. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to punish you a little bit for that." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"P-p-punish me?" Jonathan asked her astonished.
"Yes, of course. If you want me to teach you how to be a real girl, you'll have to abide by my rule." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Well, what exactly does that mean?" Jonathan asked her, apprehensively.
"Well, for instance, I think that after this, to teach you how to keep clothes in order, not only will you have to put all of your things away perfectly, but then, you'll have to come over to my place, and fix my closet and drawers out perfectly. In fact, I think you should come over every day and fix up my clothes. You should be my laundress and my wardrobe girl." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan's face lit up. He relished the idea of getting his hands, and even his entire body into Marsha's closet.
He couldn't wait to rummage through all her things. He couldn't wait to neatly clean, iron, fold, and hang up all of her nice, girl's clothing.
"You look pretty happy." Marsha said to him, exhaling her cigarette smoke.
"I am. I'm so glad that we're going to be friends." Jonathan said to her.
Marsha smiled wryly, holding her long, slim cigarette between her lips. Jonathan bent at his waist and gave her a peck on the cheek.
He smelled her Charlie perfume, and his cock started to rise immediately. He turned away from her, so that she wouldn't see his hard-on.
"Okay, show me what you have." Marsha said to him, looking at him with crinkled eyes.
"Well, here is a lovely sherbet green chiffon number. I salvaged it from my mother.
She was throwing it out because it's a little worn, and fifteen years old. But, I took it from the goodwill pile, and hid it in my closet." Jonathan said to Marsha proudly.
He held up the cool green dress. It was a halter top, with the material crisscrossed over the breasts.
It was thus, high waisted. The skirt was A-line, but sexily clingy.
"How tall is your mother?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Oh, she's about five seven. A little bit closer to my height than to Debbie's.
She's very chic. I hope that I get my fashion sense from her.
I only wish that she'd let me keep her old clothes, without me having to sneak around to take them before Goodwill." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Shame on you! Stealing from the handicapped!" Marsha said to Jonathan, slapping his hand.
"Ouch! Boy! You are strict, aren't you?" Jonathan asked her.
"You bet I am, little girl. You bet I am." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan blushed like one to be called "little girl." He started to put the chiffon cocktail dress down on the bed.
"No, put it on! Put it on, sweetheart." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Alright. But, I haven't shaved recently under my arms, or on my legs." Jonathan said to her.
"Double shame on you! A lady must always be well groomed. You should Nair your armpits legs, bikini line, and any unfeminine facial spots as often as necessary!" Marsha said to him severely.
"C-c-could you buy some for me? I'll give you the money and all, and pay you for the effort, of course. It's just that I'm a little bit afraid to go in there and ask for it, you know?" Jonathan said to her.
"Well, maybe this first time. But, you know, I work at the cosmetics area of the drugstore up the hill. And, you can come up and get all the things like that that you need from me." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, how marvelous! How, wonderful!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yes, it is a pretty good job. The pay's not great, but it beats working at school." Marsha said to him.
"And do you get discounts?" Jonathan asked her.
"Oh, ten percent. But, the prices aren't so cheap even with that." Marsha said to him.
"And, do you get to make-up people?" Jonathan asked her.
"Sometimes, when a new product is being promoted. That's what got me the job - I have experience with cosmetics art." Marsha said to him.
"Really? What type of experience?" Jonathan asked her.
"Oh, I've done drama, and done the make-up for a few plays. But, most of my experience is the type of experience that you have on your job application." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"From one of the vector dimensions - the vector of the ray of need for job, and the ray of the employer's expectations of prospective employee." Jonathan said.
"Right. Well, come on, come on! Put on that lovely little cocktail dress. And, model it for me." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan swiftly shed his masculine clothing. He always wore it as little as possible.
Since, he didn't know how his roommate would take to his predilections, he had to compromise by just going around naked most of the time, until it got too cold. Then, he would wear a soft night shirt, and pretend that it was a shirtwaist dress by Diane von Furstenburg.
Dan didn't mind him going around naked. He thought that it was funny.
And, there was rarely anything around their drab, boys' apartment to give Jonathan an erection, so he was rarely embarrassed in front of Dan. In fact, Dan thought that it was a little odd that Jonathan had so few hard-ons compared to the other adolescent boys that he knew, especially himself.
Dan was decidedly manly. He was large and muscular.
His shoulders were wide, and his thighs were powerful. He had to shave every day.
He had a broad jaw, and big, strong teeth. His arms were taut with muscles, and his hands were very big.
He was considered quite handsome by some girls. He had thick, curly black hair, and bright blue eyes. He had a virile, friendly smile. And, he had what some girls consider a hunky body.
Jonathan stood naked with his ass to Marsha. He still had his erection.
"What are you being modest for? I'm a girl, too? Aren't I?" Marsha said to him, snorting smoke through her nostrils.
Jonathan tentatively stepped partially around. He heard Marsha snort again, impatiently.
Finally, he turned toward her, blushing apologetically at his hardon. Marsha looked at his thin, erect cock.
"Do you have any masking tape?" Marsha asked Jonathan all of a sudden.
"Uh, yes, yes I do." Jonathan said to her, going over to open one of his desk drawers.
He pulled out a big circle of beige tape. He put it around Marsha's outstretched hand.
"Come over here." Marsha said to him, puffing her cigarette through her teeth.
Jonathan approached her, apprehensively. She pulled out a long length of masking tape.
"Hold this." she said to him, handing him the sticky end of the tape, and the circle of wound up tape.
Marsha placed her cigarette in the niche in the holder. Then, she turned to face Joanthan's crotch.
She took the tape from him. Then, she pressed one end against his hip before he could move away.
Next, she grabbed the head of his cock. She placed his cock along his front thigh line.
Then, she wound the masking tape all around his hips, securing his cock in place. Marsha slapped his ass as she made him turn around so she could tape all around him.
Finally, almost all of the masking tape was used up, and his whole pelvic was tied up. Marsha also wound tape between his legs, tying his balls tightly up against his groin.
It was rather painful for Jonathan, but the touch of Marsha's purposeful hands on his cock was so arousing, that he hardly felt the pain. He just let her do what she was determined to do.
Finally, thinking herself finished, Marsha told him to stand a bit away from her, and turn around. Jonathan did as-she demanded.
Then, Marsha said to him, "Okay, that'll have to do for now. But, we'll have to find a better method of doing this."
"I'm just a little worried that it'll hurt when it comes time to pull it off." Jonathan confessed to Marsha.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt if you had debilitated yourself properly." Marsha said to him, sternly.
"Yes, Marsha." Jonathan said, lowering his head, and feeling his penis throb in its swaddling.
"Okay, on with the dress, now." Marsha said to him.
"Alright, Marsha." Jonathan said to her, excitedly.
He picked up the sherbet green colored chiffon. He climbed into it.
Then, he pulled it up to his neck, and hooked the back of the neck together. That was all there was to the dress.
It was a very simple design. But, it hung very well.
Jonathan shifted his shoulders around a bit. He looked down at the sagging folds at his breast.
"Oh, dear. We must do something about that." Marsha said to him.
"I usually stuff tissues or socks into this area." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, that'll have to do for now, but we'll have to find something better. It didn't work very well for me when I was twelve, so I doubt it'll work so well for you now." Marsha laughed.
Jonathan blushed. He went over to his bureau. He took out several pairs of rolled up socks.
He slipped a few in each side of the halter top that he was wearing. Then, he fiddled around with his hands inside of the green chiffon breast area.
Marsha puffed on her cigarette and grinned. Then, she ran her hand through her hair, and looked him up and down.
"Oh, those legs are terrible! I mean the shape isn't bad. I always used to say that more boys have nice enough legs to wear short skirts than girls. But, that thick dark hair! It's terrible. We'll have to get it all naired off soon." Marsha said to him.
"It might help if I put on the black tights that I use for dance class. Boy, do I love wearing my dance outfit! It's pretty much the same as the girls'." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, you should really wear some sheer nylons, with maybe a gold shimmer to them. But, anything would be better than those hideous hairy legs." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan skipped happily over to his bureau again. He opened the bottom drawer.
He pulled out some black dancing tights. He turned and leaned his ass against the top edge of the bureau.
He put one foot, then the other, into the legs of the tights. Then, he rolled them up his tautly muscular gams.
Finally, he pulled them tightly around his masking tape bound pelvis. He patted his smooth groin and smiled at Marsha.
"I've never had these tights fit so well," he said to her.
Marsha exhaled her cigarette smoke. She scratched her cheek and smiled at Jonathan.
Jonathan stood up, and patted down his dress. Then, he twirled in it in front of Marsha.
"Well, up to your arms you look okay." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, dear, yes. What about my head?" Jonathan wailed to her, seeing himself in his mirror.
"Now, don't cry like a silly girl. Marsha is here to help you." Marsha said to him.
Marsha patted her hand on the bed, next to her. Jonathan came and sat there.
Marsha ground her cigarette out in the silver sprayed ashtray. Then, she flipped open her purse.
She rummaged through the ratty mess. Finally, her hand came across one thing, then another.
Until, at last, beside her on the bed, the side that Jonathan wasn't sitting at, were an assortment of plastic cosmetic containers.
She said to Jonathan, "Do you have a blow dryer?"
Jonathan said, "Yes, I do."
"Plug it in, and bring it here." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan did as she asked. He plugged in the hair dryer, and brought it to the girl.
Marsha took the dryer in her hand. Jonathan also handed her his brush and comb.
"You're anticipating my requests." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan sat down again beside Marsha. Marsha pushed the comb through his thick dark hair.
"Lean your head forward." she said to him.
Jonathan bent his neck forward. Marsha flicked the blow dryer's switch to "on."
Jonathan felt the hot air blast on his scalp and the back of his neck. It was slightly uncomfortable. But, he was very aroused by Marsha's hands mussing his hair up, and pulling it with his brush as she blew his head of hair.
His cock throbbed painfully inside its tightly binding masking tape. His heart was pounding underneath his socks.
Marsha then said to him, "Head back, look slightly upward."
Jonathan did so. Marsha lightly brushed at his hair. He loved the feeling of other people fussing with his hair.
He used to wish that his mother would take him with her to the beauty parlor, like she took Debbie. She used to bring him when he was little.
But, once he was not constantly with her, she only took him once a season, to get his sides trimmed.
Whereas, Debbie got to go whenever she liked, and get a junior missy shampoo and curl. Jonathan had been so jealous of her.
He always looked forward to the time when he could go for his tri-monthly haircut. He loved the vigorous fingers that shampooed his scalp.
And, he loved the subtle snipping of his hair, and the light pulling that the hairdresser's fingers would exert on his locks. Then, he loved the stimulating massage of the brush, at the end.
And, he loved to have all the hairdressers standing around him, fussing over him. He always loved the way that they smelled.
Marsha made his thick, shortish hair into a puffy, feathery do. He was amazed at her results when he looked in the mirror.
"This looks fantastic!" he said to Marsha, happily.
"Oh, oh, oh, what a little blow job can do." Marsha crooned.
Jonathan sat down in beside her again. Now, she set to work making up his face.
First, she dotted his fair skin with some foundation. Then she rubbed the dots on his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his upper lip, and his forehead into the surrounding areas of skin.
Finally, his entire face was clearly coated with foundation, except right around his eyes. Then, Marsha took out some blusher.
It was like a thick stick of lipstick. Marsha ran the thick end of hardened cream over the lower slope of Jonathan's high, rounded cheekbones.
Then, she dabbed a bit of the blusher around his hairline. Then, she put a dab at his chin.
She rubbed these in a little with her two first fingers. Then, she pulled her torso back to get a better look at him.
"Humm." Marsha said to herself.
She twisted around, and picked up a flat plastic container. She turned back to face Jonathan, and opened it.
It had three rectangles of pressed powder. One was whitish pink, one was greyish pin, and one was brownish pink.
Marsha picked up the sponge tipped brush in between her graceful fingers. She rubbed the sponge end in the white shaded powder rectangle.
"Close your eyes, and pucker your mouth in. Head up! Always head up!" Marsha said to him.
Jonathan did as she told him to do. Marsha dusted the whitish powder on the bone ridge above his eyes, and very lightly and narrowly, along the bone ridge on the top of his cheeks, and underneath his eyes, but more to the sides of his head.
Then, she brought the sponge tip to her mouth. She puckered her lips and blew.
The rest of the whitish powder blew out of the brush. Then, Marsha swept up some of the greyish powder onto the sponge end of the brush.
She applied this to Jonathan's cheek hollow, and to either side of his nose. She rubbed the nose shading in so it was hardly noticeable, but the cheek shadow she left just as it came off the brush.
Then, Marsha blew the grey shadow out of the sponge. Jonathan coughed.
Marsha smiled wryly, and said to him, "Can't take it?"
Jonathan said, "Oh, no! I can take all the punishment that beauty requires."
Marsha placed the sponge brush into the makeup container. Then, she snapped the lid shut.
Next, she twisted open a tube of mascara. She pulled out the curved brush.
"You should really use navy blue, or even green, especially with that dress. But, all I have is black for my brown eyes. You'll just have to suffer." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan flitted his eyes sensitively as Marsha stroked his thick lashes with the gooey liquid. She applied coat after coat to make his lashes longer looking and thicker.
"Look up now, and keep still." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan tried to relax, but he was a little paranoid about his eyes. Marsha applied the mascara, by the tip of the brush, to his lower lashes.
Finally she took the brush away. She spinned it back together, and placed the wand in its container to the side.
Then, she waved her hand in front of his eyes, to dry the mascara. Jonathan kept his eyes open as much as he could so as not to smudge the black.
"There, now. You've got really nice lashes, you know? They're not curly, but they're thick." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan smiled with pleasure. Marsha studied his eyes.
"I think that with a dress like this, so simple, we can dare to put green on your eyes. Actually, I think I read that green shadow is coming back." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, really?" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah. And, fortunately, I happen to have some right here. And, it's nice creamy stick shadow, too, not that anemic powder crap," Marsha said to him.
Marsha directed Jonathan to close his eyes. He kept his eyelids smooth and shut.
He felt her run the cool semi-hard stick along his eyelid. The strong green color was crayoned onto his upper eyes.
Then, while his eyes were still closed, Marsha opened the blush container again, and brushed some of the grey powder onto the fold of his eyelid.
Then, she told Jonathan, "Open up, now, let's see how you look."
Jonathan opened his eyes. Marsha smiled at him with appreciation of her handiwork.
"Now, there's only one more thing that needs to be done - to your face," Marsha said to Jonathan.
Marsha opened several tubes of lipstick, rolled up the cream stick, and checked the colors. Finally, she decided on two of them.
She set them aside. Then, she took out a dark taupe pencil.
"Now, smooth out your lips, but hold them forward." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan did as she instructed. Then, Marsha outlined his lips with the lipstick pencil.
She made his lips rounder and larger than they were. But, once she filled in the large area with creamy color, they looked very good on Jonathan.
She opened up the darker of the two lipstick cream tubes, and put it on Jonathan's mouth. Then, she pressed the lighter color, which had a glossy quality, onto it, mixing the two shades.
Finally, she was finished. She put her makeup away, and pulled back to look at her work.
"Now, not putting on eyeliner was maybe a mistake, but I think that it brings the green right into your eyes, accentuating their pretty color," she said to Jonathan.
"Do I look pretty?" Jonathan asked her shyly.
"Well, go look in the mirror, and see for yourself." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan got up, tentatively, and went over to the mirror. He turned his sculptured skull from side to side.
He flirted with his green-blue eyes in the mirror. He was in love.
"I love it! I love it! Am I really as beautiful as this?" Jonathan asked Marsha.
"With my help, sugar. With my help." Marsha said to him, lighting up a cigarette.
"Oh, I wish some other people could see me!" Jonathan said to her.
"Do you think you're ready for that?" Marsha asked him, inhaling speculatively on her Virginia Slim.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marsha sat in her Symbolic Anthropology class. The teacher was Miss Dale Kelly.
Marsha was crazy about Miss Kelly. Lots of other students hated her.
She was very tough. She forced everyone in her conferences to participate, and was usually merciless if they made a foolish statement.
But, Marsha liked strong women, and strong teachers. And, Miss Kelly certainly knew her subject.
Marsha was just taking the anthropology for her own knowledge and pleasure. She had always wanted a class with Miss Kelly.
She had seen her walking around the small campus before. She dressed outrageously for a mature professor.
Her hair was a large, dyed mane of flaming red. Her face was heavily made up, in a style that would fit a twenty year old more than a fifty year old.
And, Miss Kelly wore pink-purple polished claws, and a large fake fur coat in the winter. She also wore high, maroon colored boots.
Through this course, which discussed culture, Miss Kelly made it clear that one of her main interests was clothing. Marsha wondered if she dressed like she did for the same reasons that a tribal man adorned himself with feathers, or for some perverse reason.
Marsha liked the class a lot. They discussed such fun things, but pretty rigorously.
And, Marsha found that she liked the anthropology majors, that is, most of the people in the class, much better than the literature majors that she was used to sitting with in classes. In fact, Marsha was the only literature major in the class, and one of the few non-science, or social science majors there.
Miss Kelly raised her eyebrows when she found out what Marsha's major was. But, Marsha knew how to deal with aggressive women.
Marsha was mild, but unyielding for the first few weeks of class. She did her homework well, and spoke intelligently and undauntedly when she was grilled in front of the class by La Kelly.
So, by the middle of October, Dale Kelly seemed to like her. Marsha was glad, because she liked Miss Kelly.
That day in class, Miss Kelly announced that there was a small assignment for the next class. It was a Thursday, and the next class would be on the following Tuesday.
Miss Kelly said that she was interested in the concept of upside-down culture. She wanted them to do a little reading on their own of a festival in a culture where things were reversed from their normal moral and societal structure.
Such festivals happened in many societies, but not in all, and she wanted the students to find such a festival, and read up on it, and report to the class on it. As an alternate subject, a student could, instead, read up on transvestitism in either our own society, or a different society.
Marsha left the classroom with many ideas swarming about in her head. She wasn't sure which subject to tackle.
Marsha went to the coffee shop. In an hour, she had her French Twentieth Century Poetry class.
She saw Howard Perelman, who took that class with her, sitting in his usual corner of the coffee shop. She went over to sit with him.
She thought that Howard was one of the most intelligent and sophisticated people in the school. She was glad that he sought her friendship out the last spring.
He was sitting with Carol Rabin, the very mousy, but reportedly brilliant Russian major. She fascinated Marsha.
She was so dull looking, and never really impressed Marsha with anything she did or said. But, so many people seemed to know that she was incredible, that Marsha kept looking to see what there was about her.
"You look excited," Howard said to Marsha as she sat down.
"Oh, I just came from Dale Kelly's class. That always excites me." Marsha said to him.
"God. I don't see what you see in her." Howard said to Marsha.
"Well, I'm crazy about her. She's really domineering. And, I love her clothes." Marsha said to him.
Howard blew his Vantage smoke out his aquiline nose's nostrils. He showed his tall, white smile.
"Well, at least she's better than La Vernon." Howard said, as Carol made a face.
"Is that the class you have to go to in an hour?" Carol asked him.
"Yeah. We both have to sit through that. What a waste of time." Marsha said.
"I honestly don't see how that bitch ever got a position teaching here. She doesn't know anything." Howard said.
"We actually spend half the class just listening to her read the poems in her Middle American french." Marsha said to Carol.
"She is very nice, though, when you have a conference with her." Howard said.
"Nice isn't good enough." Marsha said to him.
"And, I mentioned Baader-Meinhoff and she said that she was fascinated by that, too." Howard said to Marsha.
"So, let her go to jail, not waste our time pretending to be a teacher." Marsha said to him.
"We were just discussing my film before you came here." Howard said, changing the subject.
"What film?" Marsha said to him, curiously.
"You mean you haven't heard about my film?" Howard asked Marsha.
"No, did you make a film?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, I starred in it. Me and two German shepherds." Howard said to her.
"Oh, yeah? What did you do?" Marsha asked him.
"We fooled around on some black rubber sheets. And, afterwards, I smoked a cigarette." Howard said to her.
"Where can this be seen?" Marsha asked him.
"I think it's down in San Francisco. Bucky claims that she's seen it." Howard said to Marsha.
"Bucky's your stripper friend?" Marsha asked Howard.
"No, now she's an artist. She's given up stripping, but she says that she can still get me a job there in the summer in a live sex show." Howard Said.
"What will you do there?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, you know, they have a room full of costumes. And, I can get a nice Nazi uniform, and go through that trip, it's all simulated." Howard said to her.
"Do the patrons try to touch you?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, no, you're very well protected. The strippers are the ones who usually worry about that, since they're single. The sex shows are with several people, so there's not much problem. But, the strippers are put into cabs, and sent home after the show, very well protected. They're never touched. And, Bucky hates men, except me. She lives with this Mafioso type, but just for his money." Howard said.
"I thought that strippers hooked sometimes." Carol said.
"No. What happens is, the bouncers or maitre d's can spot the sort of guy, not sailors or travelling businessmen who are regular customers, and tip well, and are treated well, but the jerks on a one time curiosity visit. And, men that are alone, of course. And, they go up to him, discreetly and ask him if he is interested in going to a hotel room with one of the strippers. He usually gets all drooling about that, so they say it will cost him fifty dollars, and they'll arrange it for after the show. So, the guy shells out the money, and they let him sit through the show. Then, the stripper is sent safely home in a cab. And, when the guy asks for her, the bouncer just throws him out of the club, and tells him to get lost." Howard said.
"Almost time for class." Marsha said.
"I think I'm going to send Vernon a package of Rely, and tell her to use them all at once." Howard said.
That evening, Marsha went over to Jonathan's apartment. His roommate was entertaining his girlfriend, Dina.
Marsha liked Dina a lot, although she wasn't very good friends with her. Dina was a dancer.
She had a perfect nineteen forties figure. She was tall, with good, long legs.
Her hips were narrow, her waistline was not terribly narrow, her breasts were high, small triangles, and her shoulders were wide. She had wavy, blonde hair that she wore shoulder length, and with a side part.
She brushed her hair over to one side, sometimes clipping it up with a barrette. Her nose was absolutely perfect.
Her lips were cunty. Her eyes were green and round.
She didn't usually wear make-up during the day. When she did really put on the Ritz, she looked luscious.
She wore forties styled outfits, with narrow skirts and wide shoulders, sometimes even padded. And, she darkened her eyebrows to get the Crawford look.
And, Dina was a very fun person. She had a lot of energy and imagination, and Marsha enjoyed being with her.
She went very well with Dan. He was a big healthy looking hunk, with a big smile, and she was the slightly goofy, big blonde girlfriend that pulled him along with her.
Marsha sat and talked with them for a while, until Jonathan finished doing some writing that he had to do. Then, finally, he called Marsha into his room.
"How dare you keep me waiting out there!" Marsha said to him.
"I thought you liked Dan and Dina." Jonathan said to her.
"I do, and you're lucky that they were there to keep me company, otherwise I'd really be furious. But, you've got to learn one thing: you don't play around with me. You are to bow to my wishes, do you understand? Otherwise, I might as well tell everyone what you are." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Yes, Marsha. I'm sorry. But, you didn't tell me that you were coming over tonight." Jonathan said to her.
"You can expect me always. You should always be prepared for me." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. But, I do have some school work to do." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, do that at the library. This room is Joan's, and she doesn't do school work. Joan is a pure creature of beauty." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Yes, Marsha." Jonathan said, bowing his head.
But, he was excited as well as rebuked. Indeed, the stern talks that Marsha gave to him, turned him on.
He liked being bullied by a woman. He liked to feel himself a weak, controlled creature.
"Shall I lock the door?" Jonathan asked Marsha, hoping she'd say yes.
"Not yet. I've got something to discuss with you," Marsha said to him.
"Oh, yes?" Jonathan said, curiously.
He could already feel the swollen hard-on in his jeans as she sat there with him. She got him so excited by what he knew she could, and might do with him.
"You know that I take Symbolic Anthropology with Dale Kelly?" Marsha said to him.
"Yeah, you told me about that class. But, I still haven't seen Dale Kelly." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, I want you to help me out. Just a little joke." Marsha said to him.
"What's that?" Jonathan asked her, his excitement rising.
"Well, next Tuesday we either have to give an oral report about a carnival or about transvestites. I'm going to report about a carnival, but I want you to come into class with me, dressed up, and I'll say that you're just a girlfriend of mine that is visiting and wants to check out the classes, okay?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
Jonathan started to breathe heavily with excitement. He was thrilled by the prospect of going public in front of Dale Kelly for the first time.
"Oh, yes, of course! That'll be so much fun." Jonathan said to her.
"Good. Now, you'll have to buy some new clothes. You'll have to dress like a high school type girl. Very simple." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. I think I should wear a simple, plaid, pleated skirt, a cardigan, a white blouse, with a bra showing underneath, and knee socks." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, we don't want to overdo the image. But, something along those lines would be okay. I guess if you are visiting, you'd dress up more than a regular student." Marsha said to him.
"Yes. And, I think I ought to invest in a wig. Maybe a light brown page boy." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Yes, that should be the right touch. But, let's get one that can be styled differently and stuff Marsha said to him.
"Yes, yes! Oh, I'm so excited. But, how will we shop for all this?" Jonathan asked her.
"Well, you'll be coming with me to shop for me. And, we'll go to small boutiques with single dressing rooms, so you can come in with me, and nobody will know that you are the one who's trying things on instead of me." Marsha said to him.
"But, we'll have to keep sales ladies from seeing what size we pick out." Jonathan said to her.
"Yes. Well, I can say that I'm shopping for my taller, thinner, little sister, but I have to try them on, as well. Unless you know what size you are?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No, I don't." he said, lowering his head.
"Well, once we get an idea of that, we won't even really have to try things on. We'll get things that don't need to fit precisely right. Skirts and sweaters don't have to fit just so, do they?" Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, but I want everything to look perfect!" Jonathan whined.
"Don't be a silly girl. You'll look fine once I get through with you." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan smiled at her. His hard-on was pressing against the tight crotch of his jeans.
Marsha said, "And, what's that?"
"You know what that is." Jonathan said, blushing.
"Don't be impertinent!" Marsha said to him, slapping his face.
Tears came to Jonathan's eyes. Marsha roughly unzipped his fly. She put her two first fingers around his cock head, which she drew out of his silky, girl's panties.
"Well, I see at least that you're wearing the right panties." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, just as you commanded me." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Take off those filthy jeans. Let me see how nicely you've shaved." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. I did it just as you said, I used Nair instead of shaving, too." Jonathan said to her.
"Let me see." Marsha said.
Jonathan hurriedly stripped off his jeans, and his shirt as well. His long, pale body was nearly devoid of hair.
There was just a small crop around his balls and cock. But, his legs, stomach, chest, arms, and armpits were smooth as a girl's.
Marsha ran her hand along Jonathan's smooth skin. He smiled happily.
She tugged the silky panties that she had given him to wear up over his erection. The white material stuck out with the bulge of his penis.
Marsha went over to the door and locked it. Then, she walked back to the bed.
She stood in front of Jonathan. She pulled down her corduroy pants.
She stepped out of them. She was wearing pink, lacy panties, and short nylon socks.
She pulled off her sweater and then her blouse. She was wearing a lacy, beige bra.
She unhooked it behind her, and said to Jonathan, "Twist your back around, Joan."
Jonathan did as she instructed. He twisted his back toward her.
Marsha put his arms through her warm bra straps. Then, she pulled the elastic band around the back, and hitched them together.
Then, she had Jonathan face her.
She went over to his sock drawer, and took out a few rolled up pairs. She went over and stuck these underneath her bra which was tightly banding Jonathan's chest.
Jonathan looked down at the bra proudly. Then, he looked covetously at Marsha's shaking rounded breasts.
Marsha climbed on top of his bulging crotch. She sat her lacy panties against his bulging silkiness.
She put her hands up to his puffed out bra cups. Then, she frowned.
"No, you're not ready for me yet. I like my girls all done up." she said to him.
Marsha climbed off of him. Jonathan sighed with frustration.
His prick was throbbing with arousal. He gazed at Marsha's female, nearly naked body.
Marsha brought her purse over from where she had placed it on Jonathan's door knob. She brought it over to the bed.
She sat a few inches away from Jonathan. She opened up her purse.
She took out a compact, some lipstick, and some mascara. She applied them to Jonathan's clean face.
Jonathan smoothed his lips and steadied his fluttering eyelids for her application. He was soon looking much prettier.
"There, that's enough for an early evening at home." Marsha said, making him blot his lips.
Then, putting everything back into her purse, she climbed back onto Jonathan's pulsating lap.
Jonathan felt the slightly damp warmth of her see-through lacy crotch against his bulge. He could see the darkness of her pubic hair, matted against the pink lace.
He found it difficult to breath. Marsha began to rub her crotch against his.
He felt her warmth, and the smooth silkiness of the panties that she had given him to wear. He felt the creamy taste of the lipstick around his gasping mouth.
Marsha's feminine face loomed before his. She was pressing her hands against his false breasts.
As she rubbed against him, the head of his cock peeped out of the elastic band of his silky panties. She kept on rubbing herself against him.
Finally, only his balls were being caressed by the silky panties. The length of his cock was pressing into the slit indentation of Marsha's sheer, lacy panties.
He could feel the clumps of her pubic hair sticking out from the openings in the lace. It was almost as if he was rubbing against her naked, but there was the lovely underthings between them.
Marsha was moaning with pleasure as she rubbed herself against his hardon. Jonathan began to groan.
They rubbed and rubbed, until Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. The seed began to shoot out of his cock head.
Marsha kept rubbing against him. Then, all of a sudden, she felt the new dampness seep into her pubic hair.
She moved away from Jonathan's crotch. She looked down and frowned.
Jonathan was grunting as the last jets of jism were spurting out of his cock head. Marsha looked down and saw the new splatters against his hairless stomach.
She pulled down her panties, which were stained with his sperm. She leaned back against the wall, and spread her thighs.
She put her hand to her pussy slit. She began to massage the pink, wet inner skin.
Jonathan closed his eyes. When he had recovered from his orgasm, he looked over at Marsha.
She had her eyes on him, but she was concentrating on the pleasure that she was giving herself. Jonathan watched with fascination as she jerked herself to climax.
He watched her open her mouth and moan with satisfaction. He saw her fingers flying over her raw skin.
Her saw her smooth hips jerk in spasmodic circles as she wrung the last climactic joys out of herself. Then, she faced him grimly.
"You're a pig, you know that?" she said to him.
"Please don't be angry with me, Marsha. I can't help it if I ejaculate." Jonathan said to her.
"Some lady you are." Marsha said to him, contemptuously.
Jonathan's limp dick lay against the silky panties that were bunched up on top of his balls. Marsha looked at his cock with idle curiosity.
"Better cover that up, girl. Don't want anyone to know about that." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. Are we still going shopping?" Jonathan asked her.
"Yes. We'll do it on Saturday. I'll call for you. And, you better be wearing freshly rinsed out panties. I hope I don't have to teach you how to wash them out, like I had to do some other naughty little girl." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"You do this with another boy?" Jonathan asked her, hurt.
"What I do is my business, girl. You have enough to worry about making yourself into a genteel lady." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. I'll see you on Saturday, then." Jonathan said to her.
"You trying to kick me out? You think maybe Dina would let you rub yourself against her?" Marsha said to him.
"No, Marsha. Nobody would be as good to me as you are. It just looked like you were leaving, that's all." Jonathan said, covering his limp dick up with his sticky panties.
"Well, I am leaving, as a matter of fact." Marsha said, snapping the back of his bra.
"Can I keep the bra, Marsha, please?" Jonathan asked her.
"That cost five dollars!" Marsha said to him.
"I'll pay you, Marsha. Just let me keep it. It has your smell in it." Jonathan said to her.
"Pervert. Well, alright, if you pay me. Now, I'll have to walk home with my tits shaking." Marsha said to him.
"You'll look fine." Jonathan said to her.
"Goodbye, Joan. I'll call for you on Saturday." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Goodbye, Marsha. I'll see you then." Jonathan said to her in a falsetto voice.
Marsha finished dressing herself. She grabbed her bag, and walked out of Jonathan's bedroom.
She went through the living room, where Dina and Dan were sitting talking. They said hello to her.
"What do you two do in there?" Dina asked Marsha, smirkingly.
"Oh, I put my bra and panties on him, and he parades in front of me." Marsha said to her.
Dina and Dan cracked up. Marsha smiled and headed for the door.
"You'll have to try that some time, Dan." Marsha heard Dina say to Dan.
That Saturday, Marsha came over to Jonathan's apartment. Dan was out.
Jonathan came to the door, looking slightly nervous. Marsha greeted him nicely.
"Don't be so nervous. You're with me. Nobody will hassle you." Marsha said to him.
"I guess so. This is the first time I'm really going shopping for things for Joan." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, it won't be the last time." Marsha said to him, patting him on the ass.
Jonathan smiled shyly, and went for his jacket. He turned off the lights, and they went out the door.
They went to the bus stop. Finally, the bus came, and they rode downtown.
"I think that the North West side is the best place for the kind of shops that we're looking for." Marsha said for him.
"Well, you probably know better than me." Jonathan said to her.
"Imagine a nineteen year old girl who doesn't even know how to dress." Marsha said to Marsha.
"Well, Joan's only about four," Jonathan said to her, shyly.
Marsha smirked. She nudged Jonathan, who was sitting beside her.
They got off the bus. They started walking toward the first boutique.
They went inside. A salesgirl was sitting on a step ladder, reading a "Cosmopolitan."
"Can I help you?" she asked them, lackadaisically.
"No, that's alright. We can look by ourselves. We'll call you when we're ready to buy." Marsha said to her.
They looked through the racks. They found a nice skirt. It was just the sort of thing that they were looking for.
"Do you have a dressing room here?" Marsha asked her.
"Yes, there's a room off there," the girl said, not looking up from her magazine.
Marsha pulled a rather reluctant Jonathan over to the small dressing room. They went into it, and Marsha locked the door.
"Take off your pants." Marsha hissed at Jonathan, who was nearly paralyzed with fright.
"What if she tells me to get out?" Jonathan asked her, frightened.
"She's busy reading about the twelve ways to tell if you've had a good orgasm." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan unzipped his fly, and pulled down his pants. He was wearing the same white, silky panties.
But, this time, they were fresh and clean. Marsha felt them with her fingers to make sure.
"We don't want you soiling these clothes." she said to Jonathan.
Jonathan blushed. When her fingers pinched his panties, his cock gave a small leap upward.
But, he didn't have a full erection. He was too scared being in a woman's dressing room.
He stepped out of his trousers. Marsha held the unbuttoned skirt open for him.
He grabbed it, and climbed into it. Then, he pulled it up to his waist.
Marsha tried to button the one button at the waist, but it wouldn't go. However, the rest of the skirt fit perfectly.
"Oh, damn! What will I do?" Jonathan fretted.
"Don't worry. It's just a button. I can show you how to let it out an inch or two." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan smiled. He pressed the zipper head down, and took his hands away from his thick waist.
He looked in the full length mirror. He turned around.
"Do you think it looks good?" he asked Marsha anxiously.
"It looks fine. Don't worry. I think we should buy this. It's a little expensive, but I don't know if you can hold up for a full day of bargain hunting." Marsha said to him.
"Alright. Let's get it!" Jonathan said.
"Get dressed, now." Marsha said to him.
He rubbed against her quite a bit as he maneuvered to get dressed in the small dressing cubicle. Jonathan started to get turned on by this.. Marsha hurried him out of the dressing room. They, went up to the sales girl.
Jonathan blushed as Marsha coolly told her to wrap up their purchase. Jonathan handed her the money.
Marsha handed him the bag, as they walked out of the store. Once they were outside, Jonathan was exultant.
"Oh, I can't believe it! I bought a skirt! A girl's skirt for myself!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah, yeah. But, we're not done, yet. We have to get a blouse, a sweater, and some shoes. That'll be the hardest part." Marsha said to him.
They went from shop to shop. Finally, everything was assembled for Jonathan's day in drag, except his shoes.
Marsha looked at his feet, and bit her nails. Jonathan's heart sank.
"I don't know about those feet. Fortunately, they're not that big for a boy's, but they are big for a girl." Marsha said.
Jonathan looked down sadly. Marsha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
She led Jonathan to a large discount store. He followed her down the aisles.
There was a corner of the store devoted to shoes. They were placed, tied together with price tags, on the metal shelves.
They were cheap, usually unattractive shoes. Jonathan looked at them with dismay.
Marsha went along the ladies' shoe aisle. She went over to the size ten's and picked out a wide pair of medium heeled loafer types.
She pulled Jonathan over to a chair. He slipped off his shoes, and she put one of the ladies' shoes on him.
The other one dangled at the side, attached by the price tag. The shoe fit Jonathan.
"There, wasn't that lucky." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"But, these are so ugly!" Jonathan whined.
"Yeah, they are, aren't they." Marsha said, biting her lips.
"They aren't even real leather." Jonathan said.
"Well, look. I don't see how you can get shoes except at a place like this. You saw all those nosey old ladies at the thrift shops, and a real shoe store is out of the question." Marsha said to him.
"Well, can't I at least look around for a better looking pair?" Jonathan asked her.
"I'm getting tired of this. I'm ready to go home. But, alright, if you can find a pair that will fit you." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan looked at the small selection of boats. Marsha rested her soles and her ass.
Finally, Jonathan returned with several pairs of cheap shoes. He tried two on, and they wouldn't fit.
One he managed to get onto his foot, but Marsha said, "Stand up and walk in it. See, you'll never be able to walk around campus in those. It'll ruin everything if you look as if you can't even wear high heels."
Finally, Jonathan settled on a pair of low pumps. They were ladylike, and junior miss.
Marsha brought them up to one of the cash registers, and bought them. Then, Jonathan met her outside.
They rode the bus to Jonathan's apartment. Inside, he tried on the outfit.
Then, all of a sudden, Marsha gasped, and said, "My god! We forgot the wig!"
Jonathan's happy face sunk. He looked at his boyish haircut in the mirror.
"Well, let's go in Monday. You probably didn't have enough money for a decent wig, anyway. And, we can't have it looking false." Marsha said to him.
"So, Monday then." Jonathan said to her hopefully.
"Yes, Joan. Monday." Marsha said to him, patting him on the shoulder as she left his apartment.
Jonathan put his new clothes tenderly away before his roommate came home. Then, he did his homework.
That night, he rubbed his cock against his new blouse. He felt the smooth cotton against his sensitive skin.
He rubbed and rubbed until his semen spurted into the left dart of the blouse. Then, he fell asleep with the girl's blouse still in his hand.
CHAPTER FIVE
Monday came around, and Marsha arrived at Jonathan's doorstep. He answered the bell, all dressed and ready to go.
"I see you're anxious to get your last item of apparel, Jonathan." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, yes. I'm creaming in my silky panties," Jonathan whispered in Marsha's ear as they walked down the hallway.
"We really must get you a few more pairs of panties. You can't keep wearing and washing (hopefully) the same pair. Why don't I pop into a lingerie department and get some more underthings for you as well, today?" Marsha said to him in a voice loud enough to make Jonathan blush.
"Oh, that would be marvy!" Jonathan said to her, happily.
They went out of the apartment building and out to the bus stop. They waited impatiently for the bus to come.
Finally, it did. They got on, paid their fares, and rode downtown.
They decided to go to the fine department store, as their purchases would not be difficult ones to do together. They went into the slick store.
Jonathan cruised the aisles in ecstasy. Marsha aided him by stopping at all the pretty counters, as if she was the only one interested in the merchandise there, and Jonathan would stand idly by, or handle the wares that she forced into his trembling hands, as if he was just her boyfriend forced to tag along as she went shopping.
"Oh, honestly, costume jewelry is getting nicer and nicer these days, don't you think, Jonathan?" Marsha said to him, slipping a cool set of large, round beads through his long fingers.
Jonathan shivered with delight. Marsha looked at the necklace.
She took it from his hands, and put it up to her neck. Then, she looked in the mirror.
"Here, stand still, stop fidgeting, you promised to shop with me. Let me put these up to you to see how they look on someone's neck." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan turned his head to her. She put the large high quality plastic beads up to his neck.
Jonathan's Adam's apple was jumping up and down with excitement. A saleslady came up to them.
Marsha said to her, "Too bad men aren't encouraged to dress up like we are. Don't you think he'd look lovely in beads like this?"
Jonathan blushed. The saleslady giggled with Marsha.
"Well, I guess we better make our necessary purchases before we go overboard with lovely items like this." Marsha said to the saleslady.
Marsha pulled Jonathan after her toward the wig department. They walked around the low, square white tables.
Finally, they saw wigs in the style and price range that they were looking for. They had to settle for dynel, but they wanted higher quality dynel.
Marsha sat down on one of the plush square stools. She made Jonathan sit beside her.
They handled the wigs for a moment. Then, a suspicious saleslady came up to Marsha.
"Can I help you, Miss?" the saleslady asked Marsha superciliously.
Marsha turned toward her and answered, "Yes, you can, as a matter of fact. I'm looking for a good, but not too expensive wig. I want another style of hair to fool around with.
The sales lady said to her, "Well, what sort of style and color were you thinking of?"
Marsha said, "I was thinking in terms of light brown straight hair, maybe just touching the shoulders. Like, maybe, something in a page boy, but that can be put into a ponytail or up on top or something along those lines."
"I see. I think we have something like that for you." the saleslady said to Marsha.
She bent down on her high heels, and opened one of the large white drawers that formed the sides of the square tables.
She took out a number of wigs. She placed them on some empty manikin heads.
She showed each one to Marsha. There were several shades of brown, from almost a dirty blonde to a deep chestnut.
The lengths ran from well below the shoulders to a high blunt cut. Marsha looked at the wigs for a while.
"What do you think, Jonathan. What do you think would look best on me?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, even though it's not quite what you intended to get, I think you should try that very light brown, long one." Jonathan said nervously.
"That's a very nice wig." the saleslady said to Marsha, pulling it off of its head.
"Do you have something to put my hair back with, so I can try them on?" Marsha asked her.
"Yes, certainly. I'll be right back." the saleslady said to Marsha.
She left them for a moment. Marsha turned to Jonathan, who was trembling with excitement.
"What do you want to be, Veronica Lake?" Marsha asked him, snorting.
"Well, yes. Sort of a taller, darker haired one. Why not?" Jonathan asked her.
"Well, I'll have to see. It might not look bad on you, actually. But, we don't want to make you into a knock-out right away." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan blushed, imagining himself as a vamp between Veronica Lake and Lauren Bacall. He stared feverishly at the long, wavy wig.
The saleslady returned. She pulled Marsha's long, dark hair into a nylon cap.
Then, she placed the wig over her scalp, with two outstretched hands. Then, she settled the wig on Marsha's head.
Marsha smiled at herself in the mirror. She placed the fuller side of the parted hair over her eye.
She winked at Jonathan. He blushed deeply.
"What do you think, Jonathan?" Marsha asked him.
"I think it's just perfect." Jonathan said to her.
Marsha started to laugh. The saleslady looked at her curiously.
"I think I do want this, Miss. But, I'd like to discuss it a while with my brother, first, if you don't mind." Marsha said to her.
"Certainly, Miss." the saleslady said, stiffly bowing out of the scene.
"Here, try it on." Marsha said to Jonathan.
She pulled the wig off of her head. She slipped it over Jonathan's short hair.
"Now scowl, and pretend that you don't like me doing this to you." Marsha instructed him.
Jonathan did as she instructed. Marsha slapped his cheek playfully, and felt the heat of his blush.
But, she ended up fixing the wig on his head, and letting him gaze at himself in the mirror. Tears came to Jonathan's eyes as he saw his lovely new image.
"Oh! I love it! I love it, Marsha. I must have it!" Jonathan whispered ardently to her.
He did look very good in it, Marsha thought. It went well with his long, slender neck, and his delicate, bony nosed features.
His eye brows would need a little shaping. But, all in all, the forties look would suit him well, Marsha thought.
"But, you realize we'll have to tone you down for tomorrow. You can't be a femme fatale in a kilt, you know." Marsha hissed at him.
"Anything, anything you say, Marsha. Just let me have it." Jonathan said to her.
"Quick, take it off. I'll put it back on." Marsha said to him.
She had seen the saleslady approaching. She fixed the wig on her own head, and turned to face the arrogant woman.
"Have you decided, yet?" the saleslady asked her.
"Yes. I'm going to buy it, with my brother's consent." Marsha said to her.
"Very good, Miss. Shall I pack it up for you?" the saleslady asked her.
"Yes, thank you." Marsha said, handing the wig to her.
After that, they went to the lingerie department. Jonathan wanted to go into the tantalizing corner of soft and slinky materials, but Marsha told him that he better wait outside, cooling his heels.
"I'll get you a size larger than me." Marsha said to him.
"Get me some lace, I want a pair that's all see through lace. And, some more silky ones, but in other colors. How about a black pair?" Jonathan whispered to her, pleadingly.
"We'll see. Give me some money." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan gave her some money. Marsha was in there a long time.
Jonathan stole looks at the department. His cock was hard and throbbing in his corduroy jeans.
When Marsha finally emerged from the area, with her bag of purchases, he rushed her out of the store. He held her hand tightly, and pulled her into a deserted alley.
There, he pressed her against the wall, and rubbed his hard-on against her pants crotch. Marsha was too astonished to say anything.
She let him rub against her warm, hollow until his cock dissolved into a wad of stickiness inside his corduroy inseam.
Then, he fell against her, wheezing with relief. Marsha was amazed.
Finally, she said to him, "Boy, you really got turned on, didn't you? Wait until you see the panties I bought for you. And, something else as well."
"Oh, what? What? Show me." Jonathan said to her, breathing heavily.
Marsha opened the stapled bag. She brought out three pairs of frilly and silky underpants.
One pair was black stretchy lace. There was a narrow band of stretchy, silky material along the center of the crotch, and the rest of thinly laced see through.
"This should keep your cock in." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, these are so lovely." Jonathan said to Marsha, kissing her on the cheek.
"And, now, this is what else I bought you." Marsha said to him. Marsha pulled out from some tissue paper, a small bra. It had wire underneath, and thick padding.
She held it up for Jonathan's inspection. The straps were silky, and there was a silky little bow at the cleavage.
"Oh, it's so lovely! Thank you! Thank you!" Jonathan said to her, his cock beginning to rise again, as he looked at his new bra.
"I thought that Joan could use a little help in front. Not all girls are as lucky as me, you know." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan was very happy. He babbled ecstatically to Marsha about Joan in a whisper, all the way home on the bus.
"Now, I want you dressed, freshly powdered and perfumed tomorrow at noon. And, I'll come over and help you with your make-up." Marsha said to him.
"Alright, Marsha. Thank you so much." Jonathan said to her.
He went to bed clutching a pair of his new panties, and wearing another pair of them. He had a wet dream that night where he was in bed between Veronica Lake and Lauren Bacall.
In the morning, he pulled the sticky lingerie from his hairy balls and limp cock. Then, he went and washed them out thoroughly.
As he was rinsing them out, Dan barged into the bathroom. Jonathan was caught naked, with a pair of pink silky panties, with frilly thigh lines, in his hands.
"You washing Marsha's panties for her, now?" Dan snorted, as he pulled his big cock out of his loose pajama bottoms.
"Well, she left them here, so I thought I might as well not have them smelling up my room." Jonathan said to the other boy.
"Ha!" Dan said, as a thick stream of amber came out of his big cock.
Jonathan saw him splash urine on the floor, out of the corner of his eye. He wrung out the panties, and carried them into his bed room.
He draped them over the doorknob to dry. Then, he stretched, and lay down on his bed.
He held his cock in his hand. It started to swell up with blood as he thought of his approaching afternoon.
He slowly pulled at his cock. He looked over at the skirt and blouse that he had laid out on his chair the night before.
He closed his eyes and thought about beautiful women. He pulled faster and faster at his cock.
Finally, the sperm spurted out of his cock. It rose up in the air, and fell back, in a narrow parabola, onto his hairless thighs.
Afterwards, Jonathan lay on his back, listening as his roommate ate a leisurely breakfast, and grunted. Finally, he heard the door slam.
Fortunately, he thought, Dan had a full schedule of classes that day. So, Jonathan was free to dress up in his apartment.
Jonathan went to the bathroom. He showered himself clean.
Then, he went to have some coffee, while he let the tub fill with bath oiled warm water. And, when it was done, he sunk his naked, hairless body into the tub.
He relaxed there for nearly an hour. Then, he rinsed his hair out under the faucet.
Then, he went into his bedroom. He powdered himself thoroughly.
He sprayed Secret onto his armpits. He got a thrill every time he saw the commercial about his preferred deodorant, "Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman."
Jonathan finally felt clean and fresh enough to pull up his panties. He decided to wear the black pair.
It was the sexiest, he thought. And, he thought that if he had to wear a subdued outfit, he might as well have a real erotic hidden outfit.
Also, he thought that he'd have a hard-on for sure during the course of the day, and the stretchy fabric of the black panties would keep him in a smooth shape. It was actually, a light girdle.
After the panties, Jonathan tried to put on the padded, wired bra. It took him several minutes to get it all hooked, and pulled around to where it was comfortable.
Finally, he could look in the mirror, and see a rather muscular, thick waisted girl, in her underwear. He smiled happily.
Next, he put the white cotton blouse over his white bra. It felt cool and soft against his skin.
And, his bra showed through nicely, but not blatantly underneath the blouse. Jonathan left the top two buttons opened.
Then, he pulled the skirt up around his waist. Marsha had fixed the button, and now the kilt fit perfectly.
Finally, Jonathan pulled the rust colored knee socks up over his too muscular calves. The skirt went to just the middle of his knees, like a classic Chanel skirt.
He decided to leave the sweater for when he went outside, so he wouldn't be too warm now, and too cold later. Jonathan's heart was pounding beneath his blouse.
Finally, Marsha came to the door. Jonathan heard the doorbell chime.
He went to the peephole. He looked through. He dreaded the idea that Dina, or someone else was at the door.
But, fortunately, it was Marsha. He let her in, his ears popping with excitement.
Marsha went purposely after him into the bedroom. He brought out the supply of make-up that she had gotten for him.
She began to work on his face. She made him get a few of his eyebrow hairs plucked.
But, she couldn't pluck too many, since he would have to go back into masculine dress later on. For this reason, among others, Marsha thought that a forties look was their best bet.
Finally, Jonathan was lightly, and tastefully made-up. Then, Marsha pulled the nylon cap over his scalp.
His hair pressed tightly against his head. Then, she brought the wig out of its case.
She put it onto his head, and secured it tightly to his real hair, and the nylon cap with strong pins.
Then, Marsha brought out a brush, and combed the hair into a demure, school girl long hair-do.
She put a barrette tightly into the thick part on the far side of the part. Jonathan protested that.
"Look, you can't be a high school visitor with a peek-a-boo look, and that's that!" Marsha said to him.
Jonathan pouted, and his pink lipsticked lips made thick, creamy circles. Marsha laughed.
Finally, Jonathan put his big feet into the pumps, and stood up. He had been practicing walking, so he did pretty well at it.
Marsha walked with him to the door. He strung the sweater around his waist.
As they closed the door, Dina came down the hallway. She called to Marsha.
"Hey, Marsha, is Dan there?" she said to her.
"No. Nobody's home. I'm mad. I told Jonathan that I would be bringing my high school friend, Joan over and he's not here," Marsha said to her.
"Oh. Well, you know how forgetful Jonathan is," Dina said to her.
Dina smiled at Jonathan. Jonathan fidgeted.
"Dina, this is Joan. She's from my home town. She's visiting for the day to see how she likes our college. She'll be graduating this spring." Marsha said to her.
"Hello, Joan. Don't do it! Only kidding. It can be fun here. But, it's a lot of hard work." Dina said to Jonathan.
"Well, that's why I've come to check it out. I'll have to make that decision." Jonathan said to her in a low, high voice.
"I love your hair. It's so shiny." Dina said to Jonathan.
"Thank you. I use coconut oil. Nobody uses Breck anymore." Jonathan said to her.
"Are you two going to school now?" Dina asked them.
"Yes. Are you?" Marsha asked Dina.
"Yeah, if Dan's not home." Dina said.
The three girls walked the short distance to the campus. Jonathan chatted deliriously with Dina.
He was in ecstasy. Dina didn't seem to have any suspicions about him.
"Well, we have to run to my anthro class now, Marsha said, after they chatted a bit in front of the library.
Dina waved goodbye to them, and Marsha and Jonathan walked into the library annex where the class was held. Jonathan almost fainted when he saw how big the class was.
Marsha led him into the class. She had him sit next to her.
A minute later, Dale Kelly walked into the class. She sat down and arranged her books.
Then, she looked around the classroom. Her eyes fell on Jonathan.
She stared at him severely. Jonathan felt a crimson flush come to his cheeks.
Marsha said to Miss Kelly, "Miss Kelly, this is my friend, Joan. She'd like to sit in on the class. She's thinking of coming here next fall, and I wanted to show her how difficult our classes can be."
Dale Kelly smiled at Jonathan. She turned her head away.
Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief. Then, there was a commotion in the hallway.
Some students came in, giggling. Alphonse, an anthro senior, came in after them.
He was wearing a tacky, chiffon print dress. But, he hadn't shaved his Van Dyke beard, or his hairy legs and arms.
He wore high top sneakers, and boy's thick socks. He went and sat next to Miss Kelly.
She ignored him. She looked at her watch, it read five minutes after the class was supposed to start.
The class went by smoothly. Everyone went around the room, telling about what they had been reading up on.
Most people had read up on carnivals. Only Alphonse, one girl, and Wendell, whose anthro thesis was going to be on drag queens, had read up on transvestitism.
By the end of the class, Jonathan wasn't feeling at all self conscious. As he and Marsha walked out of the class room, and onto the freshly mowed lawn, Alphonse ran up to them.
"You should have at least shaved, Alphonse." Marsha said to him dryly.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that." Alphonse said to her.
"Alphonse, this is my little friend, Joan." Marsha said to him.
Alphonse began to turn his leering charm on Jonathan. Jonathan blushed.
He didn't say much. He was not very secure with his feminine voice.
"Now, don't you go trying to seduce my friend. She's still in high school." Marsha said to Alphonse.
"Well, if I can't seduce you, I have to seduce somebody." Alphonse said to her.
"Good luck." Marsha said to him, putting her arm around Jonathan's shoulders.
"Well, goodbye." Alphonse said to them.
"Goodbye, nice to meet you." Jonathan said to him, softly.
Marsha cracked up. She patted Jonathan's ass.
"Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? I bet you're hard." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, I am." Jonathan confessed to her.
"Well, let's slip into the girl's bathroom. The one here is usually empty." Marsha said to him.
CHAPTER SIX
There was one girl in that bathroom. So, Jonathan and Marsha each slipped into a stall.
Jonathan breathed in the feminine and lysol odor of the bathroom. He looked at the chipping pastel pink paint on the walls.
He had only been in a girls' room a few times in his life. He remembered his mother taking him in a few when he was little, and they were out shopping.
She didn't trust him either to pee by himself in a men's room, or to stand around alone when she went into the ladies room to pee. So, she took him inside with her.
Sometimes, Jonathan's mother made him stand inside the stall with her while she peed. And, he remembered the bright red stain on the toilet paper a few times that puzzled him.
Sometimes, he would stand in the middle of the ladies' room. He saw all the women fixing their make-up and underwear. Some big fat women had girdles that seemed to be made out of rubber with little dot holes all over them. He'd also seen a few women actually take their breasts out as they adjusted their bras.
And, they all seemed to think that the little boy that his mother brought in with her was adorable. And, sometimes, when he was just dressed in a red corduroy overall, with his hair in a bowl cut, the women assumed that he was a girl.
Jonathan never minded being patted on the head, and told what a pretty little girl he was. Sometimes he would hug a strange, affectionate woman around her waist, and breathe in the odor of salt and perfumed powder that were exuded from that area of her body.
And, when he had transferred to a public high school, he had once snuck into the girls' room with some boys. They had looked in the sanitary napkin receptacles, and found them empty to most of their relief.
But, that had been years ago. And, there was a tingle from newness up Jonathan's groin as he sat on the pink circle of the girls' toilet in his stall.
Another girl entered the bathroom. Jonathan felt the need to pee.
He pulled his panties down around his knees. Then, he rifted his skirt up, bunched up around his waist.
He sat back down on the toilet. He held his cock in his hands.
He spread his thighs apart. He pointed his cock toward the bowl.
He let the piss squirt out of his cock and into the bowl, as he sat on it. He heard another girl pissing.
As soon as he finished, he grabbed up a handful of pink toilet paper. Then, he wiped his cock head with it.
He then stood up, and pulled his panties back up. He felt all clean and femininely fresh.
He straightened his skirt, and flushed the toilet. Then, he left the stall.
He leaned against a sink, waiting for the strange girl to finish and leave. Marsha was still hiding in her stall.
Marsha was rubbing her pussy in the stall. She had been very aroused, not only by the success of Jonathan's drag, but by the stupid attempt at drag that Alphonse made.
Marsha slipped her index finger into her slit. She rubbed the fingertip around over her engorged clitoris.
But, she really couldn't get into a position to bring herself off. Finally, she heard the other girl leave the bathroom.
She stood up, and left her stall. She saw that Jonathan was leaning against a sink.
"Come into a stall with me, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan went with her inside the stall on the farthest side. Marsha put the top down on the toilet.
She climbed up on it. Then, she pulled Jonathan's skirt up above his waist.
"Pull down your panties, Joan." Marsha commanded Jonathan.
Jonathan did as she told him to do. He pulled his panties partway down his thighs.
Then, he braced his muscular legs, as Marsha fell against him. She wrapped her thighs around his.
Then, holding herself up by her arms around his neck, she dangled herself down, until his now, fully erect cock was pressed against her cunt. Jonathan felt her soft pubic hair against his aching cock.
He smelled her perfume, and felt her panties, which she had pulled down to one knee, brush against his hip. Then, he felt her cunt lips spread.
And, Marsha pushed herself down, until Jonathan's long cock slid into her cunt hole. Then, she moaned with appreciation.
She took her feet from the toilet seat. She let Jonathan hold her entire body. She wrapped her thighs around his, and pushed her cunt hole all the way around his cock. She felt her throbbing pubis filled by his organ.
She leaned her head back, and began to sigh. Jonathan put his hands under her ass cheeks.
He held up her soft, rounded, firm ass. He pulled her up and down on him.
He felt his panties around his knees. He felt the knee socks on his legs.
He felt the wig over his head. He tossed his blonde dynel hair.
Then, he ran one hand through Marsha's dark, thick hair. He felt her warm cunt around his throbbing cock.
She was moaning and sweating. Jonathan began to moan, too.
Soon, he was pressing her back against the tile wall. And, he pushed himself in and out of her with rough pressure.
Marsha began to grunt as each thrust brought her closer and closer to climaxing. She looked at the pretty, made-up face on top of her.
She smiled and then gritted her teeth. She let out one grunt, as the orgasm welled up in her.
A moment later, Jonathan had to release his sperm into Marsha's cunt hole. He sobbed as the liquid jetted out of his long, thin cock.
The sound of their fucking organs became squishy. Jonathan began to run out of steam.
Finally, with one thrust, his limp cock fell out of Marsha's cunt. And, he found it too difficult to hold her ass up anymore, so he gently let her feet down on the tile floor.
Marsha stretched and smiled. Her cunt and body were relieved.
She ran her fingers through Jonathan's wig. She crouched down, and pulled up his panties around his come dripping crotch.
Then, she said, "It's time that you changed into a boy again."
"Oh, so soon?" Jonathan whined to Marsha.
"Yes. There are a few more things that we have to do today." Marsha said to him.
She guarded the bathroom, to check for approaching girls. And, Jonathan changed into boys' clothes in one of the stalls.
Finally, he had removed his skirt and sweater and blouse, and wig. He put on some jeans, and a plaid flannel shirt, and some sneakers.
He got out of the stall, and was about to leave the bathroom when Marsha said, "Whoa! you forgot to take off your make-up."
Jonathan rubbed his face with a paper towel dipped in a jar of cold cream that Marsha carried in her purse. Then, he washed his face with the rough powdered soap that was in the bathroom sinks.
Finally, his face was totally clear.
Marsha stuffed his girls' clothes, and wig into her big bag. And, she leaned out of the bathroom, to check that nobody was in the hall to see a boy emerge from the girls' room.
It was free, and the two of them slipped out of the bathroom. Jonathan put his hands into his pockets, and began to whistle.
"Come on, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan, pulling him by the elbow, down the hallway.
They went up to where there were some teachers' offices. Marsha led the way to Dale Kelly's office.
Jonathan stood outside while Marsha talked to Miss Kelly about her essay assignment. After a while, both females emerged from the cubicle.
Dale Kelly looked Jonathan up and down. Jonathan smiled shyly and awkwardly at her.
"And, who are you?" Miss Kelly said to him.
"Oh, I'm just a sophomore. I was thinking of taking your class next semester, the introductory one." Jonathan said to her.
"He's just waiting for me." Marsha said to the domineering teacher.
"Well, I hope you found today's class interesting." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan, patting him on the ass as she walked her tall body by him.
Jonathan blushed a deep purple. Marsha burst out laughing.
"Marsha! She could tell that it was me!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah, well, she's an expert. You'll have a fun time in her class next semester, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What will I do if other people find out about me?" Jonathan wailed.
"Oh, I don't think Miss Kelly will tell on you. She's got enough of her own little secrets to keep." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Marsha started off down the hall way. Jonathan rushed up to her.
"Where to now, Marsha?" Jonathan asked her breathlessly.
"To the coffee shop." Marsha said to him, opening the door for him.
They walked over to the coffee shop. Marsha led the way into the smoke filled room.
Alphonse was sitting alone at a booth. Marsha walked up to him, with Jonathan in tow.
"Mind if we join you?" Marsha asked him.
"Certainly not. Where's your pretty little friend?" Alphonse asked her.
"Oh, I think you scared her off. She didn't know that the boys were so ugly here. But, I think she'll be back. She's promised to come with us to the Halloween social, hasn't she?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, she has." Jonathan said to Alphonse.
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure." Alphonse said to Jonathan.
"Well, Jonathan's sort of a closet student. We don't all hang out in the coffee shop ten hours a day." Marsha said to Alphonse.
"So, you've had more success with Joan than I did?" Alphonse asked Jonathan.
"Um. Well, I guess you could say that. She's a very pretty girl, isn't she?" Jonathan asked Alphonse, blushingly.
"Yes, but not so much the real woman as Marsha here. Right, Marsha?" Alphonse said, blowing a kiss to Marsha.
"How would you ever know, Alphonse?" Marsha asked him.
"You're so cruel to me, Marsha." Alphonse said to her.
"Where's my whip. I can see that you want to be pussy whipped." Marsha said to him.
"Is that what she does with you?" Alphonse asked Jonathan.
Jonathan just smiled. He felt his cock tingle inside his silky panties.
"Well, I've got a class. See you later -Jonathan." Marsha said to him, nodding to Alphonse.
Later, Jonathan was walking through the library. As often happens with new words, or people, once you find them, you begin to see them all over the place, whereas you never saw them around before, Jonathan bumped into Dale Kelly's ample bosom as he was walking, his thoughts preoccupied, up the library steps.
She held him firmly by the shoulders. Jonathan blushed deeply.
"I think now would be a good time to discuss that class next semester, Joan." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan.
"How did you know my name?" Jonathan whispered to her.
"Well, I figured it was Joan, or Jean, or Johnny. So, I just picked one of them. Besides, I could call you whatever I decided to." Miss Kelly said to him.
"Yes, Miss Kelly." Jonathan said to her.
He followed her out to the annex where her office was. She locked the door behind them.
Then, she put the Venetian blinds flat, and pulled the shades. Then, she sat in her swiveling chair.
Jonathan stood before her, trembling with excitement, and a little bit of fear. Miss Kelly looked him up and down.
"Let me see what you're wearing underneath all of that lumberjack drag." she said to him.
Jonathan slowly unbuttoned, and removed his shirt, and unzipped and pulled down his jeans. He then stood before Miss Kelly in his knee socks, his silky panties, and his bra.
"Ah, better than I expected. You are even wearing a bra." Miss Kelly said to him.
Jonathan bowed his head, and looked down on his padded chest. He felt his cock rise up in his panties.
Miss Kelly rolled her chair out from behind her laden desk. She pulled her large skirt up around her waist.
She was wearing stockings, with a garter belt. And, she wasn't wearing any panties.
Jonathan looked at her brown pubic hair. She didn't dye that red, he thought.
"On your knees, sissy." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan.
Jonathan fell to his knees in front of her. She spread her thighs apart.
"Lick my pussy." the teacher said to him, in a commanding voice.
Jonathan crept forward. Finally, his torso was between her fleshy thighs.
He could smell the strong perfume that she had dotted the back of her knees with. And, he could smell the fainter odor of her well-washed cunt.
He brought his face closer and closer to her bush. He stuck out his tongue.
Finally, he began to lick at the teacher's hairy slit. Miss Kelly pressed her cunt forward to his mouth.
He sucked and licked at her twat until his lips began to pucker. Then, he continued, because when he tried to move his head away, Miss Kelly would push him back against her cunt, with her claw like hands.
Finally, he began to hear Miss Kelly sighing with satisfaction. His tongue was getting tired.
But, finally, the juices were gushing out of her cunt glands. And, he felt her jerk spasmodically with orgasmic relief.
After several minutes of this pleasure, Miss Kelly pushed his head away. She pulled the skirt back over her garter belt.
Then, she said to Jonathan, "Close the door as you leave."
She didn't say another word to him. Jonathan got dressed quickly, and left the cubicle.
He left campus soon after that. He was confused.
He didn't know whether he was supposed to take Dale Kelly's class after that, or not. But, he decided to let time tell.
A while later was Halloween. There was a social the first Friday night after the holiday.
Marsha and Jonathan planned for it. And, also, Marsha and Frank planned for it.
Marsha began to see Frank a few days a week. She was meaner to him than she was to Jonathan.
And, she thought that Frank gave better head than Jonathan did. But, she preferred to fuck Jonathan.
Frank was reluctant to put on a lot of feminine clothes. He liked to wear panties, and rub his erect cock with panties, but he wouldn't dress up all the way for Marsha.
She would get angry and disgusted with him. And, she would end up spanking him, and making him eat her out.
But, for Halloween, he had promised to get into full drag. That was acceptable in his eyes.
It was fairly common for boys to dress as women for the Halloween social. And, Frank thought that that would be some pleasure for Marsha. But, Frank wouldn't buy any clothes for that one night. So, Marsha had to pull together an outfit out of her own, and Sandy's clothes.
They had to find larger outfits. And, Frank would not be as chic as Marsha would have liked.
But, finally, Marsha got something satisfactory set up for Frank. As usual among the Halloween queens, he would wear a fancy dress, and a lot of makeup and jewelry.
Marsha found this a bit much, but it was better than nothing. And, Frank was obviously very turned on by the entire thing.
Marsha had to tightly bind his cock since it was hugely erect all the time that he was in the evening dress. And, finally, Marsha let him jerk off into some panties, before they left for the social hall.
Frank wore a lavender, high waisted cocktail dress of Sandy's mother. It had thick straps, and a bow with artificial flowers around the back.
He wore a sequined turban over his short hair, with only strands creeping out of the sides. And, he made Marsha make him up heavily.
His lips were nearly twice their normal size. And, he insisted on a passionate pink creamy lipstick.
Then, he wanted purple and blue glitter for his eyes, and extra long, cheap false eyelashes. These were the only things that he actually bought for himself.
To Marsha's disgust, he refused to shave under his arms. And, his bare arms were also muscular and hairy.
He did manage to grow his nails. And, Marsha applied several coats of lavender nail polish to them.
The most difficult thing was to find shoes for him. Finally, he squeezed his feet into a pair of sliver spray painted sandals that were abandoned in someone's dorm room.
He wore some fishnet stockings under these. And, he wore a pair of frilly panties, and one of Sandy's bras, stuffed with tissues.
Finally, there didn't seem to be anything more that could be done for Frank. Marsha walked with him to the party.
Marsha dressed as the pope for the social. She wore the violet velvet cape.
Underneath that, she wore a long, beige lacy nightgown of hers. And, she fashioned some large tin-foil crosses.
She also built a cardinal's hat out of two wire hangers and cardboard and tin foil. She pulled her hair tightly back, and greased it.
Then, she wore black low heeled pumps, and black stockings. And, she carried a staff also made out of wire hangers and tin foil.
She walked with Frank, christened Fanny for the evening, to the dance floor. Jonathan, as Joan, was to join them there.
Seeing that Frank would need all the help that he could get, Marsha agreed to allow Jonathan to devise his own costume, and surprise her.
He was going to dress up as something, on top of dressing as Joan. Marsha expected something stunning.
Last minute qualms, and waiting for Dan to leave the apartment, caused Jonathan to be quite late. He was almost not in time for the costume contest.
So, Marsha danced with Frank, and saw that despite his tasteless attire, he was the best looking she-male in the room. And, there seemed to be plenty of other girls who found him attractive as a female.
Frank was enjoying himself quite a bit. So, Marsha went off with some other people.
As she looked around the room she noticed the others attire.
Nothing really impressed her that much that she wanted to write home about.
But then she saw Howard.
Howard was dressed as a dog. He had a leather collar, with a leash dangling.
He wore a brown leotard, with white spots sewed to it, and a long, stuffed tail attached. And, he wore brown and white spotted greasepaint on his face.
He wore brown leather gloves, and brown ballet shoes, with claw like plastic triangles attached. And, on his head was a pair of brown pointed ears, attached to a Mickey Mouse cap.
With his big teeth, he looked very canine. Marsha was very impressed with his outfit.
"You think you'll get laid more easily if you look like that?" Marsha asked him.
"By the right sort of people, perhaps." Howard answered her, exhaling his cigarette smoke through his shiny, black nose.
"I think you have a shot at the best costume." Marsha said to him.
"I don't know. Segel hates me. And, he's the judge." Howard said to her.
"Why does he hate you?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, probably because I don't think that the sniveling little drip is that brilliant." Howard said to her.
"Oh. Well, he likes me, and I bet he'll like my costume, too. Maybe he'll give me the prize." Marsha said to Howard.
"Yeah, maybe." Howard said, stamping out his cigarette.
"What's the prize, anyway?" Marsha asked him.
"I think it's a bottle of Scotch, or a night in bed with Segel, or whichever is least nauseating to you." Howard said to her.
"Gimme the Scotch. Have you ever smelled Segel's breath?" Marsha asked Howard.
"Oh, God! Yes! It's vile." Howard said to her.
"Oh, I see my friend, Joan!" Marsha exclaimed.
"That exquisite creature over there? Dressed like a witch?" Howard asked Marsha.
"Yes. I don't think you've met her. She's staying here at relatives. She goes to my high school, and she's checking out colleges." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan walked over to them. He was wearing his long, blonde wig, in full Veronica Lake style.
His lips were a glossy blood red. His nails were long, and of matching color.
He wore a slinky, floor length black gown. It had spaghetti straps, and clung to his artificial hips and tits.
Jonathan had procured false breasts with erect nipples, that could be glued directly to his hairless chest.
Jonathan was freshly depilated. His make-up was subtle.
He wore long, black gloves, and a single, white gold ring on the small finger of his left hand. His cock was tightly pulled between his legs.
He wore high heeled black velvet pumps. So, he was tall and slinky all in all.
He had managed to get a black rabbit fur cape to wear over the whole ensemble. And, some rhinestones to wear around his long neck.
Thrown on top of his lustrous blonde mane, very nonchalantly, was a black velvet, pointed and brimmed hat. It crushed into itself, and fell over to one side.
And, held nonchalantly in Joan's hand, was a rhinestone wand. So, the effect was of a stunning woman, just casually dressed up as a witch.
Many people stared at Joan as she entered the hall. Rarely did a real girl get so successfully dolled up.
Nobody suspected that Joan was Jonathan. Jonathan slinked across the room to Marsha.
"You look lovely, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, I couldn't really get a costume together. But, I figured, black is always in good taste." Jonathan said to her.
"Yes, especially with that lovely hair of yours." Howard said, admiring Jonathan.
"Howard, this is Joan. Joan, Howard." Marsha said to each of them.
"So nice to meet you. Marsha's told me so much about you." Howards said to Jonathan.
Jonathan cast a suspicious glance toward Marsha. She shook her head impatiently.
"I think that your costume is just wonderful. You're sure to win a prize." Jonathan said, in a high voice, to Howard.
"Well, we'll see how fair minded the religion teacher really is. I guess I'll enter, though. But, you and Marsha should real compete for the girl's prize." Howard said to Jonathan.
"Oh, I don't think I should try for that. After all, my costume is not really that good as a costume, is it?" Jonathan said.
"Well, go up there anyhow. I think there's one for prettiest girl's outfit. And, you can get that." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan giggled. Then, he went down to the dance floor with Howard.
Jonathan held Howard's leash, while they boogied. They were the most interesting looking couple on the dance floor.
Finally, the costume contest was announced. Marsha hustled Jonathan up to the contest line with her.
Marsha ended up getting best prize for her costume. But, Jonathan got prettiest prize.
Segel put his arm around Joan's waist, and kissed Jonathan on his perfumed and powdered cheek. Segel was a little drunk, and knowing that Joan was not a student, he actually propositioned her.
"Let's go to my apartment, beautiful. It's right down across the road." Segel said to Jonathan.
"Oh, Mr. Segel. I'm very flattered. But, I don't think you're aware of how young I am." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, age is not all that important. You are a woman, that's plain to see." Segel said to her.
Jonathan giggled, and, walked off, shaking her head. Joan was continually asked to dance, and to bed all evening long.
But, she went home with Marsha. And, the two of them tumbled into bed together, still dressed up.
Up went the slinky black dress, and up went the pope skirt. And, in went the erect cock into the moist, warm pussy hole.
And, Jonathan shook his false breasts over Marsha's cross laden breast as he pumped in and out of her sticky cunt. Finally, they both collapsed in satiation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Let me see them!" Wendell said as he peeked around the cosmetics counter toward Marsha's feet.
"Oh, I think you've seen these before. They're just the studded, pink flat pumps." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, yes. Well, they're okay. But, you still haven't shown me those black satin t-straps." Wendell said to her.
"Soon, soon. They're just not my most comfortable shoes." Marsha said to him.
"We must suffer for beauty, and fashion." Wendell said to her, shaking his finger.
"Well, at least I don't have to get rid of too much hair." Marsha said.
"Yes. These poor ladies that I'm studying for my thesis, they have to do so much to keep up their feminine looks." Wendell said to her.
"How is your thesis coming?" Marsha asked Wendell, curiously.
"Oh, just fine. But, I wanted to ask you a favor." Wendell said to her.
"Sure, what is it?" Marsha asked him, clipping some Cover Girl foundation on the lazy susan.
"Well, I go to this tavern, you know, Doll and Penny's, like I told you. And, I've been interviewing the queens. But, I haven't had the nerve to go into the ladies' room." Wendell said to her.
"Oh, really Wendell! That shouldn't be so hard for you!" Marsha said to him.
"Well, it is. Some of the ladies are very sensitive, and I think they might resent my presence. They don't like a gentleman invading their retreat anymore than you would." Wendell said to her.
"So, what's the favor?" Marsha asked the anthropology major.
"Well, I have the feeling that the really interesting stuff is what goes on in the ladies' room. So, I'd like to take you to the tavern, and you go in there, and remember what goes on, and tell me about it." Wendell said to her.
"Sure, if you pay for a few drinks." Marsha said to him.
"Great. And, you can bring a girl friend along, if you want some company when you go in there." Wendell said to her.
"Oh, good. Because I don't know how they'd take to my presence, either." Marsha said to Wendell.
"Great. How about this Saturday night?" Wendell asked her.
"Okay. Me and my girl friend will be waiting for you. You'll drive us, won't you?" Marsha asked him.
"Mais, certainment." Wendell said.
Saturday came around. Jonathan was going to try out his new wig.
He wanted to try being a fiery red head. Actually, it was more of a sultry auburn than an orange red.
And, it was short and curly. It gave a totally new look to Joan.
So, Marsha decided to call the red-head Anita. That was Jonathan's mother's name.
He would blush every time that Marsha would call him by the new name. And, that made him look even more like a red-head.
His mother actually had brown hair, but just the mention of her name was enough to embarrass Jonathan. However, it gave him great pleasure as well.
Jonathan wore a smart, full skirted, fitted bodice dress. It was forest green wool.
The weather was already quite chilly. Jonathan had bought a princess style, navy blue wool coat, with red leather trimming.
He wore that, with a fur cap over his wig, and soft, leather gloves. He wore textured brown stockings, and ankle high, cone heeled boots.
Marsha wore pleated, grey wool pants, an oyster colored, angora sweater, with a turtle neck, and a pink and brown print rayon scarf around her slightly dirty hair.
But, for walking outside, she wore a brown wool cloth, a brown corduroy lined coat, and Frye boots underneath her pants. And, she wore brown, hand knitted mittens.
She wore a slash of orchid lipstick to add some pizzazz to her rather dull outfit. Jonathan, of course, wore full make up.
He even wore a splashing, Liza Minnelli pair of false eyelashes. He felt that they matched his curly red wig.
One thing that Marsha liked about Jonathan was that he didn't skimp on his clothing or make-up. This was in contrast to Frank, who Marsha hardly even bothered with anymore.
Frank seemed content to hide in his room and rub his dick to orgasm with some frilly panties. Marsha found this tedious to watch, so she often just left him to himself to do it.
But, Jonathan just kept on trying out new colors of lipstick, new wigs, and hairdos with his old wigs, and he was always purchasing new outfits. And, he got more and more adept at impersonating women.
And, as he got more and more feminine, he also got more and more adept at satisfying Marsha with his dick. They would spend hours sitting in her apartment, watching television, doing homework together, and discussing fashion.
They'd flip through old Vogue magazines. Marsha liked to get them decades old, for two cents at junk shops.
She found the best fashion sense was in adapting older fashions. They gained lustre, she thought.
And, as they discussed new looks, Jonathan would perhaps be humping her from the rear. She would rest her breasts on a pillow, and turn pages, while he pumped in and out of her.
Or, she would talk to him about hair dyes, and he would be licking her pussy, and nodding his head occasionally in agreement. He had become a much better cunnilinguist, Marsha found.
This was because he was also seeing more of Dale Kelly. And, she forced him to do it right.
He had to spend several hours a week sucking on her ripe cunt lips. And, if he didn't do it good enough, she would spank him.
He would sit over her lap, his trembling cock in some silk panties, while she walloped his ass cheeks until they were red and sore. Then, she would take his panties away from him, until he had redeemed them in her eyes.
And, Dale Kelly was always calling him "Joan," or "Cynthia," or "Letitia" just loud enough for someone else to maybe hear when she saw him in the hallway or in the library.
And, Jonathan knew that he would have to take her introductory anthropology class with her the next semester. He dreaded the embarrassment that she would cause him then.
But, still, Jonathan was drawn to the older woman. He felt good having a few women know about his needs and desires.
He was only truly satisfied sexually when he could dress chicly, or be in soft, silky underthings, and then satisfy a real woman's desires. And, Marsha and Dale Kelly would both allow him to do that, each in her own style.
Marsha and Jonathan sat in her living room, waiting for Wendell to ring the bell for them to come down. Jonathan was all excited with the prospect of being with other men like himself.
Although, Marsha had warned him that the men at this place were probably gay. And, Jonathan was not so.
But, still, in their fashion sense, and taste in textures, they would be like him, Jonathan thought. He couldn't wait to parade his stuff in the tavern.
Finally, the buzzer went off. Marsha and Jonathan clattered down the stairs, and out to Wendell's waiting car.
"Oh, and who is this?" Wendell asked Marsha.
"Wendell, this is my friend, Anita. She lives in my building." Marsha said to him.
"And, does Anita know what sort of a place we're going to?" Wendell asked slightly apprehensively.
"Oh, very much so. Don't worry about her." Marsha said to Wendell.
Wendell smiled. He drove toward town. Jonathan's cock rose underneath his wool skirt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, here we are." Wendell said to Jonathan and Marsha.
There was a parking space on the side street. Wendell parked his little car.
The three of them got out, and approached the tavern. Jonathan shuddered when he saw the place.
"This place is really tacky." Marsha said to Wendell.
"Oh, I'm covering the socio-economic aspects of transvestitism as well." Wendell said to her.
"Do you think that most cross dressers are gay?" Marsha asked Wendell.
"Actually, many researchers believe that the majority are straight men. But, in my experience, the ones who go public, with any consistency, are almost all gay." Wendell said to her.
"Well, do you think they'll be upset about me and Anita coming in here?" Marsha said to Wendell.
"Well, you could pretend to be queens." Wendell said to her.
"Oh, come now. Nobody would think that Anita was a man!" Marsha said to Wendell.
"Oh, no. I mean you're very feminine, Anita. It's just that, well, you should see some of the ladies in here. They're real knock-outs. They're very feminine." Wendell said to them.
"Well, let's see. We won't say anything. We'll just sit quietly with you, and then excuse ourselves to go to the can after a while." Marsha said to Wendell.
"Fine. We don't have to stay here too long." Wendell said to her.
"Do they know that you're writing a thesis about them?" Marsha asked Wendell.
"No. You have to be careful with field work in contemporary society. I have just been coming on like a college boy who's partially in the closet, and is sort of fascinated by them." Wendell said.
"And, do they accept you?" Marsha asked Wendell.
"Most of them, I guess. I don't bother them, and they're decent to me." Wendell said.
The three people walked into the club. It was on the riverfront, and looked like it should have been a club for stevedores.
It was dark, dusty, and dingy inside. And, indeed, there were a few stevedore types in there.
Most of the people dressed as men were very rough and macho looking. Marsha was turned off by them.
"Most of these men are sailors, stevedores, or ex-seamen. And, a few truck drivers. I guess the only good women of the old film nor type left are the queens." Wendell whispered to Marsha and Jonathan.
"I take exception to that." Jonathan said to Wendell.
"Oh, no offense to you. Tell me, do these sort of men turn you on?" Wendell asked Jonathan.
"Oh, no!" Jonathan said, blushing deeply, as Marsha sulked.
"Anita's gay, Wendell." Marsha told Wendell.
"Oh. How interesting. You certainly don't dress like most of the dykes I know." Wendell told Jonathan.
"Well, I'm an individual, I guess." Jonathan said to him.
They sat at a table near the bathroom for "ladies." They ordered a pitcher of beer.
They sat drinking. After a while, a few ladies came over to the table.
They were acquaintances of Wendell's. They greeted him, and sat down.
"Hello, sweetie. How are your classes coming?" one teased blonde said to Wendell.
"Oh, they're struggling by. What's new with you?" Wendell asked the drag.
"Well, you know that problem I was having with that bitch living next door to me?" the queen began.
Wendell, Marsha and Jonathan listened while the ladies gossiped and complained about their problems in daily living.
One of the queens eyed Marsha and Jonathan. She seemed to be studying their faces for whisker traces.
"You look marvelously young, dear. How old are you?" she asked Marsha.
"I'm twenty one." Marsha said to her.
"I like your style. It's different. I guess you're a new breed. You look like a young college woman." she said to Marsha.
Marsha laughed. Then, the queen turned to Jonathan.
"But, you, Anita. You seem to go more for the old styles." she said to Jonathan.
"Yes. I like to dress up more than Marsha does." Jonathan said,
"Ooh! Look at that big hunk of man over there. I'm going to check him out!" the queen said, sashaying over to a humungous sailor.
"I think I'll go to the little girls' room. Will you join me, Anita?" Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Yes, dear." Jonathan said to her.
They got up and went into the ladies' room. It was crowded with transvestites fixing their make-up at the cracked, long mirror.
Marsha opened her purse, and took out some lipstick. She leaned against a filthy tile wall to wait for an opening across from the mirror.
She and Jonathan listened to the chatting of the ladies. Later they reported it to Wendell.
They drove home with him pretty soon after leaving the bathroom. It was getting late, and the place was beginning to spook them.
Wendell left the two of them off at Marsha's door. He thanked them and drove off.
"Well, you passed." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"So did you." Jonathan answered Marsha, ironically.
"I bet you have a long hard-on underneath that wool number." Marsha said to him.
"Why don't you check it and see?" Jonathan said to her.
"I think I will." Marsha said to him.
She reached her hand up underneath his wool dress's skirt. She felt around his garter belt.
She felt the tight bulge of his constrained hardon. She rubbed his slinky panties against it.
Then, she pulled down her trousers, and pressed her pantied pussy against his pantied cock. She rubbed up and down against him.
Jonathan's cock was pulled tightly back, and the extreme pressure of his aroused state was almost too much for him to bear. Finally, he reached down, and ripped his cock free of his strap.
Then, he pushed Marsha down on the floor beneath him. He rammed his bare erection against the warm imprint of her panties.
He kept on rubbing himself against her silky panties, over her slit. Marsha was moaning with pleasure.
Soon, her panties were all wet with desire in front, and between her thighs. Jonathan stretched the thigh elastic on one side, and slipped his cock inside, so it was against her wet furry pussy.
Then, he moved down, and pressed his cock head toward her cunt hole. Bit by bit, he worked his way up her canal.
Finally, he was all the way in her throbbing vagina. He began to pump in and out of her.
Again and again he pumped himself in and out of her. Marsha was groaning with pleasure.
She kept her eyes half closed. She saw Jonathan's bobbing red wig above her.
She felt the folds of his forest green skirt around her thighs. She smelled the delicate perfume that she had bought for him.
She put her hand up and felt the smoothness of his cheeks. Jonathan pumped in and out of her again and again.
Finally, he couldn't keep it in any longer. His sperm shot out into Marsha's canal.
Marsha groaned and he felt her cunt spasmodically contracting. She grabbed his padded chest, and began to rock back and forth.
Soon, his cock slipped out of her hole. Then, he lay beside her on her rug.
Marsha looked into his colorfully made-up face. She looked down at his long, smooth legs.
She looked at his stockings, and at the vivid color of his wig. She thought about how pretty he was.
Jonathan saw the come dribble out of Marsha's cunt hole. Her panties were all stretched out of shape.
"I'll buy you some more panties. I have to go buy some anyhow, for myself." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Good. I know I can trust you to get me some pretty pairs." Marsha said to him.
They fell asleep on the carpet. And, later, they sat in bed and watched the Mary Tyler Moore show.
"I feel like Mary's a girlfriend of mine, you know what I mean?" Jonathan asked Marsha.
"Yeah. Like you sort of feel that you've gone shopping for clothes with her, and gossiped over dates and all?" Marsha asked him.
"Yeah. Notice she always has different clothes for each show, and a few outfits within each show?" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah. But, I don't like her clothes all that much." Marsha said to him.
"That's true. Look, here comes Sue Ann I like her. She's so trashy." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"She really is. Have you ever seen her on Carson or anything?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No, I don't usually stay up so late." Jonathan said to her.
A while later, it was time to start preparing for the Christmas formal. This was a problem for Marsha.
Jonathan seemed like the perfect escort. But, he was intent on going dressed as a beautiful coed.
"I understand your wishes, Joan. I know that the Christmas formal is the most dressy event of the campus year. But, how will you manage it? Who will take you?" Marsha asked him.
"I thought you might ask Wendell to take me." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, maybe he would take you. But, that might make you seem a little suspect. Lots of people know what his thesis is about, you know." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Well, don't you know some other boys who would take me?" Jonathan asked her.
"Listen, honey, I'm gonna have enough trouble finding a boy to take me. That's why I want you to go in a tuxedo, with me." Marsha said to him.
"Aw! But, that won't be any fun for me!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah, I know that. But, you wouldn't want to go with some boy who would want you to fool around afterward, would you?" Marsha asked him menacingly.
"Gee. I hadn't thought of that. That would be awful." Jonathan said to her.
"See, there's lots of things to consider." Marsha said to him.
"But, if Wendell would take me, there wouldn't be that problem." Jonathan said to her.
"No. But, like I said, there'd be the problem of being found out. And, with two more years to go here, I don't think you'd want that." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"I guess not. Oh, what shall we do!" Jonathan wailed.
"I'll think of something. Don't worry. I'm determined to go to the Christmas formal, and I want you to have a good time, too." Marsha said to him.
But, it was a difficult thing for Marsha to solve. She was worried herself about finding a date to the Christmas formal.
Not only did she not stand in that way with many boys, but everyone had come to assume that Jonathan was her boyfriend. And, so they'd expect her to go with him.
Plus, if Jonathan didn't show up, people would wonder about that. And, she couldn't even manufacture some fake emergency for Jonathan to leave town, because his sister was around.
But, Marsha could easily understand Jonathan's reasons for wanting to go to the formal in drag. He had been eyeing formal gowns with her in the department stores for weeks.
Marsha had pretty much decided on a blue velvet sheath. It was strapless and form-fitted.
The back went down to the crack in her ass. And, there was a slit up the side to her hip.
She had already figured out how to wear her hair. She would have it up, swooped up to one side.
And, she would wear a rhinestone necklace, and earrings, that she had also seen in the stores. Such fake gems were getting nicer and nicer.
They didn't seem such a tacky thing to wear anymore. And, really, Marsha thought, there was nothing else to wear with such a dress.
Jonathan had been looking at a winter white gown. He thought that like Maria in "West Side Story," his first dance should be attended in a virginal white dress.
But, he wasn't looking for anything Puerto Rican with stiff lace. He was looking at a number of satin gowns.
The one that he had pretty much decided on was very low cut. It had strips of material going down from the shoulders to the slightly high waistline.
The skirt was slightly gathered, and hung to the floor. It was a pearly white color.
Jonathan would paste his puckered nipple falsies under the swathes of white satin, and look lovely. He would wear his blonde wig, down over one eye, or perhaps up in a chaste bun.
Jonathan had even begun to pick out matching shoes, and a beaded hand bag. He was almost in tears when Marsha suggested that he might not be able to wear his chosen outfit to the Charismas formal.
Finally, Marsha came up with an idea. Jonathan would become sick, with a long lasting flu, the week of the formal.
Then, Marsha would get Howard to take her to the dinner. And, she would get Wendell to take Joan to the dinner and the dance.
This was all possible when Howard told her that he didn't intend to spend twenty-five dollars on a stupid dinner. Then, Jonathan just had to get ill, and Marsha offer his ticket to Howard.
Howard accepted, Wendell accepted, and all was well. After discussing it quite a while, Jonathan and Marsha decided that the school was too thick to suspect that Wendell would be taking a she-male to the dance.
So, both Marsha and Jonathan, as Joan, could go to the dinner, and the dance afterward. Of course, they would get ready at the apartment house where Wendell thought that they both lived.
And, Jonathan even convinced Dan, Dina, and his sister that he was spending his sick week in Marsha's apartment, since she had a television, records, and more things to keep him amused. Although, he insisted that Marsha go out to the Christmas formal rather than stay at home and nurse him.
So, everything was arranged. The only trick would be to keep Howard and Wendell away from Marsha's apartment.
But, she managed to stress the contagiousness of Jonathan's illness, so they stayed outside. And, everything went off without a hitch.
The day after everything was finally worked out, Jonathan, dressed as Anita, and Marsha went downtown to buy their outfits and accessories.
Anita wore her red hair straight, like Ann Romano in "One Day at a Time." And, she wore a simple wraparound black skirt, with a tight fitting flag blue sweater.
Jonathan wanted to try out his paste on falsies as often as possible, so as not to have any mishaps during the dance. He shuddered to think of how such a terrible thing might happen.
Jonathan wore flat black pumps on his feet, and dark brown pantyhose. He didn't think that it was worth the trouble to put on stockings with garters just to go shopping, and especially when he would be trying things on.
Marsha wore a brown corduroy jumper with a pink jersey underneath, and matching pink tights. She wore ankle high, flat silver boots, with elastic up the sides, and pointy toes.
She wore a dark grey beret over her hair, and extremely white powder, and dark red lipstick. Jonathan wore peach colored lipstick, and thick, even false eyelashes.
They giggled excitedly together as they shopped for shoes, jewelry and matching make-up. They went to a store that carried big sizes for Jonathan's shoes.
He had to pay a lot, and the salesman felt the bony, muscularity of his feet and ankles puzzledly. But, Jonathan had a lot of confidence since the first time he shopped for himself.
Now, dressed as Anita, he would breeze through stores, talking intimately with the salesladies, and flirting with the salesmen. Jonathan would have a stiff erection at the end of a shopping spree.
There was nothing like passing, and shopping to turn him on, he thought. Marsha would be relaxed and feeling sensuous after a long day in the stores, as well.
When they got home, they would fuck vigorously, or more often, Marsha would stretch her legs out, and Jonathan would suck her until she sighed for mercy. And, then, they would try on their purchases, once more, in the privacy of Marsha's apartment.
With one more day of shopping, for last minute accessories, and fresh make-up, Jonathan and Marsha were ready for the Christmas formal.
Several times in the week before the affair, Jonathan would come over Marsha's house and try on his outfit again. He just couldn't decide how to do his hair along with it.
Finally, as he settled down into his pretend sickbed, four days before the Christmas formal, Marsha suggested that he put it up for the dinner, then, let it down for the dance.
Jonathan decided that that was the best way, and then, his outfit was all clear in his mind. The two of them waited excitedly for the day of the formal to arrive.
Finally, it was there. They spent all morning fighting over the bathroom.
They showered separately, shampooing several times, and coating their hair with conditioners, even though Jonathan was going to be wearing a wig. Then, they wrapped up their scalps, and got into a bath oil bath together.
They soaked together for several hours, flipping through old fashion magazines, and fantasizing together about their appearances at the Christmas formal.
"You know, I think you'll really be the belle of the ball." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"You really think so? That would be so exciting!" Jonathan said to her, excitedly.
"Well, you know the effect that you had at the Halloween social. And, although all the girls will be trying to put on the Ritz tonight, I still think that you have them licked." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, I could lick you for saying that!" Jonathan said to her.
"Later, dear, later. After the long evening, there'll be plenty of time to relax and celebrate. But, right now, I must stay fresh and clean and feminine." Marsha said to him.
"Me, too." Jonathan said to her.
"Now, you're sure that your prick concealing, and tit pasting will hold up with all the sweaty dancing?" Marsha asked him anxiously.
"Well, I've tried it out as much as I could. I think it will all work." Jonathan said to her.
"That dress of yours is very revealing, and any extra bumps, or artificial lumps will look awfully funny." Marsha said to him.
"Please, Marsha don't rain on my parade." Jonathan said to her.
"I'm just trying to make sure that all your angles are covered." Marsha said to him.
"I'm doing everything possible. And, you better worry about your ass crack showing." Jonathan said to her.
"I want it to show. It's a sweet ass crack. I have nothing to hide, after all." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan looked rather crestfallen, so Marsha gave him a kiss. Then, she offered to give him a back rub.
Finally, they both decided that they would get all saggy and wrinkled if they stayed in the bath tub any longer, so they got out. Then, they dried and powdered and perfumed themselves.
It was already late afternoon. They began to get dressed.
They put on their dresses in separate rooms. They wanted to get the effects right for themselves before consulting each other.
Finally, they got together in the livingroom. They were in their underwear, stockings, shoes, and dresses, Marsha had her jewelry on, and Jonathan had his wig on.
But, they were going to put each other's make-up on. They stared at each other.
"You look stunning!" Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, you look absolutely beautiful. You really look sexy with your nipples sticking out through the satin, and your nice round and firm bottom." Marsha said to him, really impressed by his total effect.
"Thank you, honey. Now, the boys will be outside soon, so we had better get our faces on." Jonathan said to her.
They sat in front of each other. First, Marsha put on Jonathan's make-up.
She applied foundation, powder, and shading of his high, rounded cheekbones, and his chin. Then, she carefully built up his lashes.
In the end, she carefully outlined full lips, and applied creamy lipstick in the outlines. The lipstick was a subtle pink shade.
Then, Jonathan helped Marsha put on vivid red toned make-up. She made herself matte, while, to match his satin gown, Jonathan was moist.
Finally, they were all ready. And, it wasn't a moment too soon.
Wendell's car honked down below. Jonathan helped Marsha into her violet velvet cape, and he put on his rabbit fur knee length coat.
They walked out to the car. Howard and Wendell were waiting for them.
Marsha looked quite attractive. But, Jonathan, as Joan, was the hit of the evening.
It was like a Cinderella story. Nobody knew who she really was.
First there was the dinner. Jonathan, Marsha, Wendell, and Howard sat at a small round table together. They had been lucky to get one since most of the tables were long rectangles, where one had to sit with many others, usually not of one's choosing.
So, the four of them sat at one small table, and had a nice, quiet chat for the duration of the meal. But, at the beginning and the end of the meal were the special effects.
First, when everyone was finally settled, having looked at everyone else's outfits, and gossiped about them, there was the boar's head ceremony. Seven upper classmen, with deep voices, paraded solemnly around the dining hall.
The first one carried a boar's head on a large platter. They chanted Gregorian chants, and carried tapered candles.
All the electric lights were dimmed or off. It was actually quite impressive while it happened.
The ending special effect was the flaming rum cakes. Each table got a cake, soaked in rum, which the waitress then set aflame.
That was always an exciting thing, and the cake was deliciously alcoholic as well. Not all of the liqueur was burned out of it.
So, all in all, the dinner, including the middle parts of good food and good conversation was very satisfactory. But, the most exciting part for Jonathan was when he made his entrance, and on through the time when almost everybody in -the room had noticed him.
About half of the people recognized him as the girl who had dazzled the Halloween social. And, everybody thought that he looked stunning.
Jonathan felt hundreds of eyes on his strikingly lovely figure throughout the meal. But, never so much as at his entrance, and during the few minutes when Marsha led him around the dining hall, introducing him to her Mends and acquaintances.
The older or more experienced boys that Marsha brought Jonathan to were flirtatious and eyed him sensually. The freshmen, and virgins hardly seemed to be able to speak to him.
Jonathan almost went into delighted hysterics when a boy from his chemistry class, Klaus, stammered uncontrollably as Jonathan, as Joan, made small talk with him.
Klaus was a tall, thin, ugly boy. He was one of the most disliked boys on campus.
He was obnoxiously opinionated, and totally nonsensual, although, he was pretty intelligent and well educated. He had argued viciously several times with Jonathan in the course of the year.
Jonathan disliked him. So, he took a particular pleasure in making Klaus squirm, when he was dressed as Joan.
"Oh, Klaus! Are you German? I'm Aryan, too. Can't you tell by my blonde hair?" Jonathan said to Klaus.
Klaus mumbled a few things that were incoherent. Jonathan put her hand on his stomach, down low.
Klaus almost jumped out of his squeaky shoes. Jonathan smiled his lipsticked smile at Klaus, and walked off.
All around, people were talking about Joan. She was so much more glamorous than most of the girls in the school.
"Do you know what glamorous means, what the original definition of it was?" Howard asked Jonathan.
"No, I don't. What is it?" Jonathan asked him curiously.
"It means the ability of a woman to castrate a man from a distance, I think with her eyes. I think it's from the Gaelic." Howard said to him.
"Oh, my." Jonathan said.
"That's great." Marsha said.
A little bit later, Marsha whispered to Jonathan, "You glamorize yourself, Joan."
Marsha let her hand stray to Jonathan's lap several times during the meal, when nobody else would notice. She felt the hard-on straining through the layers of silky material.
She let her fingers slide up and down on the slight bump through his dress. This tantalized Jonathan's cock.
Finally, he whispered to her, "Oh! I can't stand it!"
"Well, boys, I think Joan and I need to pay a little visit to the little girl's room." Marsha said to Howard and Wendell.
It being a formal occasion, both boys stood up when Marsha and Jonathan did. Marsha led Jonathan down to the bathroom in the lower part of the building.
It was annexed to the television and pool hall rooms. It was a large, clean bathroom with a nice full length mirror, but almost nobody ever used it.
All the girls that had to use the can were lined up for the small upstairs head which had only one toilet, and a small sink and mirror. That sort of lemming behavior was something that Marsha could never understand.
But, she was glad that she could pretty reasonably be assured of isolation in the downstairs bathroom. So, she happily led Jonathan down there with her.
And, nobody was there. They went inside. Jonathan was transfixed by the large mirror along the far wall of the room.
"Oh! I really do look lovely, don't I?" Jonathan exclaimed.
"Aren't we vain?" Marsha said to him, patting him on the well-rounded and girdled ass.
"But, don't I really look fantastic?" Jonathan asked Marsha earnestly.
"Yes, yes, of course you do. But, don't I look good?" Marsha asked him, as she preened sideways at the mirror.
"Oh, you look very sexy, and chic, too." Jonathan assured her.
"Well, I feel very sexy. And, I bet you do, too." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan smiled shyly. Marsha began to gently roll the fabric of Jonathan's long gown up in her fingers, so as not to wrinkle it unduly.
Finally, looking all the time in the mirror, Jonathan could see the top of his expensive silk stockings. He could see the two different shades of darker tone.
Then, he saw the garters. Then, he saw the painfully tight bump which was his strangled prick.
Marsha put her other hand around, and began to stroke at the aching lump. Despite the layers of tight elastic and silk, Jonathan could still feel her fingers.
And, more exciting, even, perhaps, he could feel the tight back and forth scratch of the raw silk of his panties, against the elastic, and against his cock.
Pretty soon, Jonathan began to groan with the pain and the excitement of what Marsha was making happen to him. His heavily, but artfully made up eyes narrowed and fluttered with frustration.
His thickly cream lipsticked mouth opened into an oval as he sighed out his breath. He could feel every grain of powder on his face and arms.
He could feel every thread of silk, making its imprint against his compressed male genitals. He felt like he would faint.
Then, Marsha abruptly stopped, just as Jonathan was about to start sobbing. She took her hands away, and put them to the straps of her gown.
She pulled the top of her gown loose, so that it fell down. And, then her breasts were exposed.
Her dark nipples stood out rigidly toward Jonathan. He felt the rubber falsies and the paste that stuck them to his shaved chest.
His tongue grew wet in his mouth as he looked at his friend's genuine bosom. Marsha stuck herself out toward him.
She came closer to him. Then, she grabbed his head, and made him bring his lipsticked mouth to her hard nipples.
His mouth took in her right tit with a moan. Then, he encased the soft, but puckered flesh with his painted lips, and sucked with all his passion on it.
Marsha threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation at her mammary. With her hands, which were now both free, she drew her skirt away from her crotch.
This was fairly easy. It was just a matter of pulling the highly slit flap of material slightly up, and over to the other side.
She wore the same sort of silk stockings that Jonathan wore. They had bought them at the same time. But, hers were a smaller size.
She wore a garter belt. And, she wore a pair of panties with a slit more revealing than the one in her gown.
The ends of her tufts of dark pubic hair crept out of the vertical slit in her panties. And, her moisture and odor crept out as well, once her skirt was lifted away from her crotch.
With one nostril, Jonathan got a hint of her odor. He pressed his pantied, and girdled cock against her.
He was still holding up his skirt with his hand, in the position that Marsha had placed him in. Now, he pressed Marsha against the cool, shininess of the large mirror.
Her back, which was deeply exposed in her low cut gown, shivered as it touched the mercurial glass. The silk of her shredded panties statically clung to the mirror.
Marsha felt the tight, to bursting form of Jonathan's encased cock in the slit of her panties, and thus, in her own moist slit. She put her legs up around his narrow hips and pressed tighter against him.
He pressed her up against the mirror. And, he bent his back, sucking on her throbbing, hard nipple, and slicing into her slit panties.
Marsha began to moan with pleasure. Her vulva was being roughly caressed by the silk of Jonathan's panties.
This went on for a few moments. And, then, just as Marsha's fluttering eyes closed, and she let out an ecstatic groan, the swinging bathroom door opened.
A sophomore girl walked into the bathroom, holding her crotch, and running for a toilet. Jonathan kept on pressing against Marsha's wet vulva.
He became more excited as he heard the girl urinate in a tinkling flow inside the first stall. Then, as they continued to hump against the mirror, the girl flushed, and walked out of the stall.
She went absentmindedly over to one of the row of sinks, and began to rinse her hands. Then, she finally noticed what was going on by the full length mirror.
She began to giggle. Her name was Amy, and she had run in October for the student senate on a gay ticket.
She approached the two humping bodies. She faintly recognized Marsha, but she didn't know who the tall, Veronica Lake clone was.
"Hey, mind if I join in? I'm so horny, and my girlfriend's got a cold." Amy said to them.
Jonathan turned his head toward her in astonishment. He blushed deeply underneath his powder.
"Sure. We could use another head." Marsha said to her, winking at Jonathan.
Jonathan seemed unable to decide what to do with his tall body. Marsha put her arm around his waist.
"You lie on the floor, Joan. It's perfectly clean, I assure you." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan lowered himself to the cold, tile floor. He stretched out on it, on his back.
He kept the skirt of his gown chastely gathered up around his crotch, so that the new girl wouldn't see that he was male. Marsha aided him by soon lowering herself onto his lap.
Then, she directed the other girl to sit on Jonathan's face. Amy was also not wearing panties.
General wisdom among the feminist girls at the school, as written on the bathroom stall walls of the library, was that one should always wear panties with pants, but not with dresses. The cunt should breathe, in other words.
Now, Amy's cunt was going to get a little warm breath from Jonathan. He opened his exaggeratedly outlined lips, and stuck his tongue up her sticky cunt lips.
Amy held her small, thin body off of his head. She sat on her spread knees, and kept her weight on her upper legs.
She slid her crotch back and forth over Jonathan's licking mouth. She bent to kiss Marsha on the mouth.
Marsha was rubbing her soaking wet crotch against Jonathan's cock mound. But, she kept the folds of his gown in front of her crotch, so that Amy could not see that there was something rather substantial for her to rub herself against.
The juice from her cunt spread onto Jonathan's panties. And, some of it eventually seeped through the layers of elastic and silk to his throbbing, purpled cock skin.
Amy put her hands up to Marsha's breasts. She stroked them, and periodically reached her head forward, to kiss Marsha's darkly lipsticked mouth.
Amy's long, light red hair swung around her flushed face. She kept on throwing her head back to sigh with pleasure as Jonathan dug his flexible tongue into her fleshy cracks.
Finally, Jonathan felt her pelvis jerk again and again. She seemed to be coming for a long time.
The juice flowed out of her cunt hole, and Jonathan licked it up, and swallowed it. Meanwhile, his own cock, despite its imprisonment, threatened to ejaculate like Mount Saint Helen's as Marsha pressed her warm wetness faster and faster against him.
He heard Amy scream with release. Then, he was almost smothered as her creamy nether lips pressed limply against his face.
Amy arched her back, and put her hands on the tile floor. She breathed deeply.
Finally, she moved off of Jonathan's face. But, he didn't have much respite.
Within minutes, Marsha had moved her dripping cunt onto his mouth. His lipstick was pretty much worn away, and reeked of cunt.
Jonathan made a mental note to freshen it up before he returned to the dining hall. Marsha was quite aroused already, so it didn't take long for Jonathan to bring her off with his tongue.
Meanwhile, as he brought her to a shuddering climax, his cock was compressed, and aroused, and on orgasmic hold. And, there was no release in immediate sight.
He couldn't take off his girdling and still have time to return to the dinner in time for the flaming rum cake.
As it was, they would have to hurry, as they had already spent long enough away from the boys. Jonathan's mother had always told him that a lady was usually late, but never rudely so.
Marsha finally finished pressing her cheesy flower against his mussed lipstick. She got up, and readjusted the top of her gown.
Amy patted her back, and left the bathroom. Marsha went to fix her make-up before one of the small mirrors over one of the line of sinks.
Then, Jonathan got up. He fretted in front of the full length mirror until he was sure that his gown was wrinkle free, clean, and falling gracefully around a form that would not be taken for anything but feminine.
Then, he opened his small, beaded bag, and reapplied lipstick. Then, he touched up the corners of his eyelids with silver blue.
And, before the two of them hurried out of the bathroom, he powdered the slightly sweaty tip of his nose. Then, the two of them, looking fresh and just slightly more rosy than when they left the dining hall, rushed upstairs.
They got to the table just as the student waitresses and waiters were beginning to whirl out with the rum cakes. They smiled femininely and apologetically at the two boys at their table.
"What took you so long?" Howard asked Marsha, with a sly look at the two of them.
"Oh, you know, we had to fix our makeup, and girlish things like that." Jonathan said, rolling the girlish silliness around on his cunt tasting tongue with relish.
Finally, their cake arrived. The waitress who had had a fun time serving their table, who was a classmate of Jonathan's from Humanities, lit the cake, and it blew into a glorious flame.
After the fire subsided, the four of them finished off the cake. And, then, bit by bit, the couples and groups and singles filed out of the dining hall.
They waited in groups under the trees on the front lawn while they waited for the tables to be cleared off. In half an hour, the dance would begin.
Jonathan was very excited by this. His real nipples were as erect as the ones on his falsies appeared.
