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From: an99014@anon.penet.fi (Howie_NYC)
Date: Wed, 5 Jul 1995 05::10 UTC
Subject: Bernard/Bernice(Forced Feminization m/m) 1/

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			   Bernard/Bernice
			 Forced Feminization
			       Part One

	I was riding home from practice. I was fifteen at the time. I
enjoyed the ride as usual to see if my muscles could do anything at
all after swimming two miles. I made the left turn into my
neighborhood and started to sprint the last half mile. My eye caught
something to the right. No mistaking Paul. I could recognise him with
only my peripheral vision.

	He was a bully. He was a year older and I always found myself
having to get tough with him because he was smacking around the
younger kids. He was big and strong and could take anyone, maybe even
me, but I was too quick and smart for him. I was lean, wiry even. I
liked fighting him because... I kind of liked him. I knew he only
picked on the pretty boys. Why? It was because he wanted them and was
too stupid to see it or admit it. I would wrestle him to a supposed
draw. I never wanted to shame him in front of the smaller boys. I
mean, I had hopes for him. As if in some blind inspiration I'd figure
out a way to give him the insight to see why it was only the most
beautiful boys he chose to engage in his secret caveman ritual.

	At any rate, the kid he was annoying now was a boy named
Bernard. Bernard was in my grade, having been passed up a grade cause
he was clever. He was shy. He was really cute. I knew who he was and
had flashed him in the locker room for fun. But he disappeared and I
knew he was a long way from being comfortable with m/m play.

	At the time I had no idea if I was gay. Sometimes I thought
so. Other times I was sure I wasn't (like anytime I was around Carol.)
I had decided not to decide and just let things happen as they came.

	As I pulled up, Paul was sitting firmly on top of Bernard. A
white pulse of saliva was dangling by a spit thread as Paul tried to
speak without rupturing the slender cord. It sounded like "Opah yo
mout faggah!" Bernard was pinned, and pissed. I had a feeling that my
intervention just might save Paul! Bernard had a lot of fight in him.

	"Paul, get off him or I'll kick your ass... "

	Paul made a sucking noise and the spit-wad lept back to his
lips. He whirled and made some sort of pleading puppy dog face.

	"He's a faggot and I want him to say it!"

	"Paul, get off him, he's pissed and he's gonna beat the shit
out of you... "

	Paul looked incredulous.

	"This wimp?!?"

	I could see Bernard's eyes becoming distant and knew I wanted
to control this situation before it got away from me, before Bernard
got away from me.

	I dropped my bike and reached Paul in two strides. I gave him
a nasty noogie as I spoke softly, "Paul the kid's pissed, leave him
alone."

	Paul suddenly took the initiative. First time for everything,
he hooked his arm in my crotch and tossed me over on the ground. I lay
there feeling stupid while he lept on top of me and slugged me hard.
The blow landed on my jaw and I felt it give, not break, it just gave
enough so Paul did no real damage. Paul followed with his left and hit
me right in the mouth. I tasted blood. His right was next and landed
solid on my forehead. I lost count at that point and realized I had to
do something quick. Apparently Paul was tired of my interference in
his love live (sic).

	So I just reached up with my right arm and grabbed him by the
throat. I clamped down and made sure I fixed a calm smile on my face.
I willed myself to sit up and toppled him backwards. It was like a
corpse rising from the grave on Halloween. Paul was a real sucker for
theatrics. I kept the calm smile as I continued forward over him. He
started to flail at my stomach, the only part of me he could reach. I
paused to let him pound away, more theatrics, I could take punches to
the midsection all day long. I knew what Paul was thinking. To Paul, I
looked invincible. For added effect I loosened my grip on his throat
and cleared the way for his punches. Again for a cheap effect I
laughed.

	Then in slow motion, I mimed a blow to his face, that in
reality, would have taken a horrible toll on him. He realized that I
was demonstrating what I could do, and I saw his resolve melt. I would
play this as I always did.

	"Paul, it's a draw if you want it... "

	He grimaced and nodded. I stood and held my hand out. He took
my hand and stood. I slapped him on the arm and we smiled. Poor Paul.
Somewhere I was working on something for him, some way he could
realize that the guys he was bullying he could just as easily be
making out with, with much more fun. I was pretty sure I could seduce
him. Yuck. That would be the ugly way.

	I looked over at Bernard, he was standing now. He still looked
formidable. Paul snarled, "Later Bernard, we'll meet again."

	"Go for it you big ox!"

	I gave Paul a deadly stare. Paul snarled,

	"Ok you little punk remember you asked for it, when it comes."

	Paul split.

	At last, the whole reason I had gone through this was to be
alone with this kid.

	"You OK?"

	"Yeah, but I'm late... "

	"My name is Howie."

	I held out my hand. He hesitated and then took it.

	"Thanks, but I could've handled him."

	"I was afraid you might kill him. I believed you could."

	Something in Bernard's face told me he was catching some of my
meaning.

	"Thanks. Who are you, superman?"

	"No, it was an excuse so I could meet you."

	"Yeah? Why?"

	"Well, we're in English together, You seem interesting."

	"So like you want to be friends or something?"

	He was mocking me or something; no, he was pointing out that
what I was saying was weird. It was, but I always said weird stuff.
The fact that I was making a pass was purely coincidental. But even if
you aren't part of the Neanderthal herd, everyone still had a knee
jerk "fag" reaction to any male that attempted to relate in a non-
neanderthal mode.

	"Whatever, Bernard, you seemed like an ok guy."

	He paused and let this roll around and said "Ok."

	"Want to come over, you can back me up for being late."

	"Why don't you come over to my place. My mom and dad are out
on Thursdays. We could make dinner and relax."

	"I have to go home. Come over and we'll ask my mom, but I
think she'll say no."

	So we went over to Bernard's. I knew where his house was, but
I was still impressed when I stepped inside. It was a really well done
multi-level, sprawling thing. It smelled good too.

	His dad wasn't home. his mom was nice, listened attentively to
Bernard's explanation of why he was late, why his clothes looked liked
he had just been beaten up. I was impressed for some reason that
Bernard included a fairly accurate rendering of my heroic
intervention. His mom clapped me on the back and said "It's not often
we entertain superman."

	Bernard quickly followed with my proposition that he come over
and chill at my place. I think Bernard was surprised when she agreed
with the stipulation that we eat one bowl of tomato soup, I suppose as
some magic charm to ward off scurvy, considering that, as far as she
was concerned, we would feast on Reese Cups for dinner. I actually had
some primo Lasagna ready for the microwave. After the soup we split
for my place.

	I lived a couple of houses away. He traipsed through the yards
and arrived at my place. It was a step or two down from Bernard's
house in terms of size. But it was well appointed. As if I cared.

	O.K. I admit the next part makes me sound like a sex maniac or
something, but let's face it, I am. Wait! No, it's more than that.
It's like somehow I understood a secret about Bernard. A secret that
would be good for him. A secret that would make him free. It's true, I
wanted him. But there was a lie between us and I wanted to set it
straight. I didn't know what the lie was, it was more than just the
fact that we could have sex. Everyone wanted to have sex and a good
deal of them seemed to want to have it with me, no it was more.

	I'm kind of embarrassed by the next part so keep it to
yourself.

	As soon as I got in, I took off my shirt, purposely. I flexed
as much as my striking fifteen year old, All State Championship body
would do. I tried to pose nonchalantly. Nothing. I talked about his
body, asked him how he felt about it. He said he wanted to work out,
get big. I told him he had a great body (oh god). Well he did. He was
slender and sleek. Like he was designed by an aircraft architect.

	A lot of jocks wanted to bulk up and stuff, but I didn't.
That's why I liked swimming and wrestling. You didn't have to become a
tank to excel. Bernard had run track, but stopped after a while. The
conversation got sort of awkward, so I backed off. We talked about our
parents, school, where we had grown up. Bernard had a sister. I had
three. It was clear that we were sort of like the odd couple. I was
the jock and he was the academic.

	We cooked the Lasagna and devoured it. I offered him wine.
O.K. I didn't drink wine either, but maybe I thought it would help him
relax some. I'm not sure, but I think he suspected I was trying to
seduce him and he bolted. He split, left, gone. I felt like a pervert.
He hadn't said anything about my attraction to him, he just said "I
gotta go," and was gone. Maybe Bernard has his own secret.

				* * *

	The next day at school, I saw him and I think he ducked me.

	I knew I was right about this. It was instinct. I had never
done this before, but I knew I was right. Hey, if he was freaked out
by it, it was a moot point. He was pretty scarce the rest of the week.

	I saw Bernard again at the regional swim meet. As soon as I
saw him I felt a stir in my swim suit. Very dangerous business in a
Speedo. I thought fast, why did just seeing Bernard do this? Because
he wasn't supposed to be there. At my school, swimming wasn't like
football, or even baseball. Not a lot of people came out to see it.
Bernard's sister was not on the team.

	"Bernard!"

	He was gone. My event was up. I'd think about it later. I
climbed the block. No one in this heat would challenge me, which was
bad because the challenge of a fast swimmer would push me to a better
time against the clock. I was swimming distance, 400 meter freestyle.
I stood on the block and spotted my mom in the stands. I limbered up
and stretched as the timers and starter prepared for the start.

	I didn't want to, but I spotted Bernard. My concentration
escaped my control and I suddenly saw Bernard swimming naked, like
from an underwater view. He was beautiful, all slipstream and
smoothness, like a thing born for water. I jerked back with the
knowledge that my flaccid dick was going to get hard and there was
nothing I could do to stop it. My face flushed red and I knew that all
anyone would notice was my peculiar color and not the fact that my
suit was about to rip open.

	But it didn't matter. I heard "Set!" and I took position. The
gun fired and I strained off the block. Bad Start. But the adrenaline
from the embarrassment of my tented speedos seemed to fuel my swim and
I tore ass. Yes, there was a super energy at work here. I was flying.
For me 400 Meters is a long swim. It never fails that my concentration
will drift. Sometimes I get lost in thought. Now, at some point I
imagined Bernard's compact little frame next to me. Gliding
effortlessly beside me. My reverie was broken by the realization that
my pace was off. I had to pull my mind back to the task.

	I blocked all thoughts except my stroke from my mind. I pulled
as best I could. I ruptured the air around my stroke to try to make up
for my loss of concentration. I finished in good time, but in the end,
I discovered that I was 4/10 of a second behind the victor. It wasn't
a pivotal meet. I would recover my place at a later date, but that day
I was beaten. I was exhausted.

	I went back to the showers and sank to the floor with the
water splashing full on me. I had to figure this out or I was going to
be in trouble. I still had my speedos on, I was sitting as the warm
water flowed down. The shower room I was in was off the beaten track
so I wasn't worried that I'd be discovered looking like an idiot. I
retraced the race in my mind. I zeroed in on the point where I
centered on Bernard. I revisited the moment. I felt angry, something
was wrong here. Was I crazy? Maybe Bernard had no secret thoughts. But
why was he running away? My suit was confining my stupid dick again. I
had a raging hard on. I slipped my suit off and let the water run over
my cock and crotch. I lay back and let my mind drift, waiting for the
erection to subside so I could towel off and go home.

	I heard a noise and opened my eyes. Of course it was Bernard,
he had walked in and seen me, or maybe had been standing there. I
stood quickly and called his name. I wanted to try to cover this up
somehow. I stepped and fell down hard, my suit was tangled around my
ankles.

	I gave up and started to laugh. I laughed for some period of
time and stood. My hardon was still there, but fuck it. I had a good
seven inches and I wasn't ashamed. And again, it wasn't football where
there would be a photographer in the sauna room. I dressed, met my
mom. I looked for Bernard but he wasn't around. That night I called
Becky.

	She was a friend of mine that I knew I could depend on in
times of need. We hung out at her place, in the rec room. We talked,
made out, I put my hand up her blouse and she kissed me. In the rec
room we had to be fast so I slipped her panties off and upended her. I
ate her till she forced my face away with her thighs. Then she sucked
me hard till I came.

	I felt better the next few days, let's face it, some of this
was just plain old pent up animal energy. Becky had relieved some of
that. In fact I was sort pissed at Bernard. I mean, it was obvious
that something was going on here. Why not accept the fact he might
like to suck dick once in a while. As soon as that occurred to me, I
knew it was wrong. I knew it was a more fundamental difference.

	Then, he called. I was surprised. He asked if I wanted to come
over for dinner on Saturday. Boom. I said no.

	Well, I said I had to head out to the Lake to adjust the boat
moorings and I promised my Dad (and my dick was getting hard). I felt
a hot flush come over me. I felt pissed at the same time. I felt
pissed because I knew he was about to run away again.

	"Bernard, come out to the lake with me."

	I smiled nonchalantly as I said it.

	"How long will you be there?"

	"A day. Maybe spend the night and come back."

	Silence.

	"I could ask my mom."

	"Fuck, Bernard, why would she say no?"

	His face brightened.

	"OK! I'll ask her."

	I didn't expect this. He seemed to be ok here.

	"You want my mom to call her?"

	"Might help."

	I'll skip over the details here. He came. My dad drove us out
for the hour drive and dropped us off. We would call him the next day
and let him know if we wanted to get picked up or stay an extra night.

				* * *

	Friday night we arrived and unloaded the car. The cabin was a
house really, but had no stocked food. Raccoons could get in anywhere.
The boat was moored in the lake behind the house. As the Lake rose and
fell with the season, the moorings had to be adjusted.

	The first night I started a bonfire out back, about halfway
down to the lake. We talked for hours about everything. We stayed away
from the topic of sex, my natural subject. I sensed that he wasn't
ready. I changed into my cutoffs, and Bernard remained in his linen
shorts. I lost my shirt, Bernard kept his. It was warm, late Spring.
We'd be out of school next week. In fact both of us were finished
because Finals were over. The last four days of school were a state
requirement for the school, not us. We talked about what Junior year
would be like. Finally.

	I brought it up. I had to.

	"Been dating?"

	"No. Are you getting tired yet?"

	There he goes dodging me.

	"Fuck, Bernard!, relax. So you don't like sex, that's ok."

	"I didn't say I don't like it. What are you, some kind of
perv??"

	"Yes."

	"Right."

	And he shut up.

	My anger welled.

	"Ok, whatever."

	"Whatever!"

	I walked out of the rustic living room we were in, into the
kitchen.

	I noticed my dick was hard.

	I tried to analyze what the hell was going on. I couldn't. I
was confused with what was going on in me and what was going on in
Bernard. I wanted to stop thinking. I walked to the fridge. Nothing.
The freezer had two liters of Absolute vodka and frozen orange juice.
Perfect. I opened the frozen juice and set it in the microwave to
thaw. I pulled a glass from the cupboard and poured in three ounces of
vodka. I mixed the juice and then the drink. I gulped it down and
felt my stomach heave, but I controlled it. I mixed another drink,
this time, I took the time to plunk some ice cube in it. I took a deep
breath, counted ten and walked back into the living room.

	Bernard watched me walk in. He didn't speak. I sat down across
from him.

	"You're driving me to drink, Bernard."

	"Why, because I'm not interested in the same things you are?"

	"All guys are interested in sex, all people are!"

	"You're hung up on it, Howard."

	Somehow, he too, along with everyone else, knew to call me
Howard when they were pissed at me. He had also hit on a soft spot, it
was entirely possible that this was all in my head. Maybe I was a sex
obsessed freak and... Nah.

	"What are you drinking?"

	"Vodka and OJ."

	"So can I have some?"

	"Feel free."

	"Make me one."

	"Now I'm your slave huh?"

	I grinned, So I was mellowing.

	"Fuck it, I'll do it."

	He walked into the kitchen and I laid my head back to relax.
In a few seconds I heard the sounds of cabinets opening and closing.
He had no idea where anything was and I realized I was being an
asshole.

	I got up and walked in. I got a glass and made the drink.
"Sorry, I'm a little edgy.

	Bernard smiled and winced as he tasted the drink. It was
strong, but no stronger than mine.

	We finished our drinks and had another, my third, Bernard's
second.

	"Yo, let's go down to the lake!"

	"Howie. You are a far better swimmer than I am."

	"True, but you're better looking, Bernard," I couldn't help
grinning.

	We made our way to the dock and both flopped down under the
stars.

	I was starting to get high from the screwdrivers.

	I thought about asking Bernard if he wanted to swim
(skinnydip), and figured fuck it. I pulled my cutoffs and underwear in
one pull. O.K I know you think this was another push at Bernard, but
the truth is I was on autopilot. I didn't care what Bernard thought,
this felt good to me.

	I did a cannonball off the dock and the world disappeared.
Pitch black tumbling, naked, free. This will last forever. I feel the
need to breath but don't want to leave the peace of the dark silent
deep. But Bernard is up there, ok, what the fuck, I'll visit Bernard.
I figure out up from down and shoot to the surface. Bernard's is there
crosslegged on the dock.

	"I came back to see you Bernard.

	I am drunk. Bernard giggled. He's drunk too. I pull myself up
on the dock. Bernard is smiling at me as if I'm the only asshole in
the world.

	"I'd be dead now Bernard, but I came back for you.

	He tries to roll his eyes, but cracks up and falls back on the
dock, his chest heaving.

	I'm laughing hard too. I walk over him and stand over him, my
crotch perfectly positioned over his head. He looks at me straight in
the eye, smiling. I think we finally have an understanding.

	"Let me up!"

	"Who's stopping you?

	He sat up. He held my leg. I bent down and raised his face so
I could look at him. He was still smiling. His nose was inches from my
balls. I saw his tongue lash out and touch. My cock jerked up in
response. As I stared into his eyes, I could see his confidence slowly
fade from his face.

	Bernard sat and stood quickly,

	"Shit."

	Suddenly he was striding toward the house. I was drunk. I
stood there, naked on the dock and watched him deny me yet again. This
was it, I was going to get to the bottom of this. I started up.

	Bernard had reached the top. I left my clothes at the dock.

	When I reached the house, I entered and didn't see Bernard. I
found him lying on the bed, clothes on, on top of the bedcovers. His
arms were tightly clamped over his chest.

	"What the fuck is wrong Bernard?"

	Silence.

	For a moment the idea of walking out and slinking off to bed
like a good boy occurred to me. I turned, but spun around.

	I do not know if what happened next was inspired or insane. I
walked over and put my hand on his chest. I pulled his shirt up and
put my hand on his belly. He pulled his shirt back down, and looked at
the ceiling. I lost it.

	I placed a hand on his shirt and jerked. I thought it would
rip. It didn't. Bernard looked shocked, but I didn't care. I jumped on
him and tried to pull his shirt off. He resisted. I reached down and
grabbed his shorts and jerked. The clasp broke and he grabbed to keep
his shorts on. I feigned for his shirt and when he tried to counter I
ripped his shorts down to his ankles.

	I can understand if this sounds like rape to you. If you had
been there, you might have understood. He resisted but it was clear he
didn't want me to leave.

	He stared at me coldly. If he had told me to stop, I think I
would have. But he didn't. He twisted and turned on his belly. I was
sitting on his naked ass. I didn't stop. I grabbed the bottom of his
pull-on shirt and pulled up hard. The force bent him backwards and he
yelled, but it came off. We were both naked.

	I tried to be tender. I lay flat on his back. My dick started
to pulse, but I felt weird. It still wasn't right. I seriously felt
that it had to be rough. That was what he wanted or needed. Besides I
was pissed at being put through this.

	I grabbed his torso and pulled him up off the bed. He clawed
the sheets to attempt to stay, but I plucked him up. I dropped him
hard on the floor and he sprawled there for a second and stared up
defiantly. I pounced on him and grabbed him by the hair. I pulled his
head back and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He twisted his head and I
slapped him, not hard, but it got his attention. I held his head and
stuck my tongue in his mouth again. He allowed me a moment and I
basked in it. I glanced down and saw his full hardon. I supported his
head and brushed his hair back. He was beautiful. Suddenly he saw
something in my eyes and tried to bolt. But I wasn't going to stop
now.

	I reached between his legs and grabbed his balls. He froze. I
pulled him back, I wanted to slap his face but he was so beautiful. I
kissed him. He seemed to accept it, then turned away.

	"What the fuck are you running from?

	He bolted and I grabbed his balls from behind. I sat up and
used his balls to leverage him over my lap. Bernard's ass was
beautiful, a little boy butt. I laid a slap on his cheek nearest me
and felt him shudder. He quit squirming and all I could hear was him
breathing. I raised my hand high and brought it down hard on his other
cheek. He collapsed in my lap. I swatted again.

	When my hand contacted his ass, I heard him suck the air in. I
smacked again. Same thing. Again. He seemed to settle deeper in my
lap. I looked at his ass and saw a slight glow. I remembered my
frustration the last few weeks and brought my hand down hard three
times quickly. Now I heard a different sound. Sort of a mew, like a
kitten. Again. Hard. If nothing else would get to the bottom of this
maybe this would. I smacked his ass three more times. He yelped and
struggled a bit. What is it Bernard? What's going on!? I smacked as
hard as I could, rapidly in one spot. He squirmed, he yelped, then I
heard him sob.

	I rolled him over and saw tears on his cheeks. He was so
beautiful. I licked his tears and tasted the salt.

	"You're beautiful, Bernard."

	I saw rage in his eyes.

	"I'm not a girl!

	Paydirt. Could be a lot of reasons, this is what scared him. I
didn't say a word. I flipped him over and whaled his ass. He started
to scream, "Please! Stop!"

	I continued, I felt my dick smack his belly with each swat. I
don't know what I was doing. It was pure instinct at this point.

	"Yes you are a girl, anything as pretty as you is a girl!"

	"Stop it, I'm not a girl!

	I pushed her off me and stood. I grabbed her arm and pulled
her to her feet. I grabbed her head and pushed my tongue deep. I
pulled back.

	"Say you're a girl."

	"No!"

	"Say you're my girl, now!"

	"No."

	I pushed her hard to the floor and pulled an ottoman in front
of the mirror. I grabbed her by the torso and puller her over my lap.
I started to smack her ass so that she could see herself being
spanked.

	I lost count of the smacks on his sweet butt. At first I had
no goal. I was smacking to break her will. Once in a while I couldn't
resist lowering her to the floor and licking her burning red ass. A
few minutes of tenderness. I licked her tears. When I'd decide it was
time to return to her punishments, inevitably, she would try to get
away. But I was relentless.

	"Please!!! I'll do anything, tell me what you want! I can't
take anymore. You can fuck me, anything!"

	"Then go in that room. It's my sister's room. Use her makeup,
her clothes, whatever you can find. I want you to look as much like a
girl as possible. If it's not good enough, you'll pay with your ass,
bitch.

	I smiled.

	She did it.

	I fixed a drink and waited. It didn't take long really. She
came out with makeup and a dress. No shoes. I smiled and walked over.
I reached underneath the skirt. She had his underwear on. I shoved my
hand down the top of the dress. I felt boy's tits with no bra. I
grabbed a nipple and twisted. The color ran out of his face.

	"No bra, no panties?"

	"You can do better bitch!

	I pushed her down hard. I brought a drink over.

	"Drink this before you try again."

	"I don't want it...

	I grabbed her nose and tried to pour it down her throat. She
spit it out in an arc.

	"Ok try again then."

	"Get in the fucking room and make yourself a pretty girl."

	He smirked that I had capitulated on the drink, but went in
the room. I had my own smirk. I went in the bathroom and found where
my Aunt kept her disposable enemas. I twisted the cap off and emptied
it. I filled it with the same three ounces of Absolut. I would put in
a drink, then I finished it off with water. I took a swig of the vodka
and walked out of the bathroom. I picked up the drink I made for her
and pushed my way into the room. She was standing in from of the
mirror wearing my sister's panties. I was naked. I was pretty hard
before, but the sight of her like that drove me wild. I saw Bernard
look at my cock as it angled up at the sight of him. In fact Bernard
looked pretty funny in panties that were tented out with his hardon.

	The enema bottle was behind my back, so she couldn't see it.

	"I thought I told you to drink this, girl!"

	He blushed in anger.

	"Try it and I'll spit it out!"

	I walked to her with the drink, smirking. Held it out.

	"I said I won't drink it."

	I set the drink on the dressing table and moved quickly. I hid
the bottle as I grabbed her. I pulled her lacy panties down and
started to whale her again. Her poor ass was like a cherry. "Ok, I'll
drink it!"

	"Too late."

	I kept swatting. When I started to hear a little squeal, I
stood and dropped her on the bed. I jumped on her and started to
nuzzle and lick her butt cheeks. She stuck her ass up to facilitate
the comfort. I jumped higher and looked her in the eyes. I eased my
finger in her ass and found her pucker. I was overcome and kissed her
softly on her lips. I pushed her head to the mattress and lowered
myself to nuzzle her butt. I found her crack with my tongue and probed
deeper to find her pucker. I overcame the tension of her hole with my
tongue. I pushed my tongue deep into the hole and she gasped. I wanted
to spend some time here, but I had a duty to perform. I pulled my
tongue out and replaced it with my finger. I moved my head to her lips
and kissed her softly while I worked her hole with my finger. Her butt
rose straight up and tried to swallow my finger. Instead it grabbed
the nozzle of my hidden enema bottle filled with Absolute. I shoved it
in and squeezed. She was so high on my finger action, it took a full
count of ten for her to figure out that something was up. Finally she
blinked twice and let go a sort of "Ohhhh."

	She tried to jump up, but I pinned her down on her belly. She
fought me at first. I lay flat on top of her back. Actually the
struggling felt great. I tried to soothe her with sweet words, but she
was pretty pissed. She would only shut up while I kissed her and that
was just fine. I held her down for ten minutes. I could see in her
eyes that the "drink" had taken effect.

	So I stuck my finger up her ass and pulled her into the
bathroom. She was a little wobbly, but pretty cooperative. I tossed
her on the toilet and left her to eliminate whatever might be left of
her cocktail.

	She took a quick bath of her own accord. She came out and I
directed her to the bedroom, to finish the job. I dressed in slacks
and the best shirt I had for the occasion. She was in there an hour,
but when she came out, it was worth it. He was fucking beautiful.
Really looked like a girl. Her make-up was perfect. Didn't really need
a lot because she was naturally beautiful. She was wearing heels, and
a different dress then before.

	I put on slow music and walked to her, held her and kissed
her. We danced. I couldn't stop kissing her. She wasn't wearing a wig,
so she had a youngish Annie Lennox look that was really hot.

	I'm not sure how much time went by. Finally I asked her into
my parent's room. The lights down, down low, she stripped for me
slowly. Down to her bra and panties. I laid her on the bed and gazed
at her. I stripped quick and stopped her from taking off the
undergarments.

	I held her head gently as I kissed her. My dick was aching and
I guided her hand to it. She seemed to sense the burn and lowered her
head to caress it with her tongue. I gazed down to see her beautiful
face contrasted with my cock. I saw her lipstick imprinted on my dick.
I thought I was going to shoot then.

	I pulled her panties down off her ass. It was still glowing
from my hand. I let my tongue trace her beautiful crack once more. I
inserted my tongue in her hole and felt it open. My dick screamed at
me. I took the condom on the night table and slipped it on.

	I turned Bernice over and sank my tongue down her throat. I
raised her legs up and back. I put my tongue in her mouth and laid my
cock against her hole. The head slipped in with a pop...