White Boi Turning Into An Asian Gurl

This allows her to better understand my "ever changing likes" so she can be sure to stay within safe bounds and not push me too fast or too far outside my comfort zone. I'm dubious though because it seems to me that she uses this knowledge as a way to peer inside my head to further manipulate me to her advantage.

Here she is, getting ready to head off to college, sad that she wont be able to regularly play dress-up with her little sister. Fortunately, she discovered that the new sorority she joined actively encourages their pledges to take on a “special project” that involves emasculating men – so she already has this in the bag. She can’t wait to show off her good work! Fortunately, she’s kept good photographic evidence.

We do each other’s nails and wear the same lipstick, which makes kissing and sucking everything so much fun – the more lipstick the better. She keeps telling me how pretty I am, and how much she enjoys our sex lives as we continue to experiment with role playing and role reversal. She really likes being the dominant, so I don’t mind being her submissive little plaything.

Still, it seems like I’ve changed quite a lot since we started dating. I’m enjoying it, but I also get the feeling that these roles aren’t so temporary. I think I’m being conditioned to prefer my new role as her submissive lesbian girlfriend. I think it’s changing me in a more permanent sense.

You can see how pissed he was to be there in a dress and heels, just like one of the girls. His sisters’ friends are being supportive so far, saying how nice it is for him to fill in. But he thinks that’s just because they don’t want him to bolt and ruin the shoot.

Occasionally hears them giggling and assumes it must be about him, which must adds to his already blushing cheeks. He knows they’re not above mocking him and expects he’ll never live this down – especially since they’ll have photographic proof. At this point, it’s too late so he’s hoping for the best. If he only knew all the girly poses the female photographer had planned.

Of course she did, because this whole event was a setup – including him needing his sister to come save him. This was carefully crafted to set the trap and spring it now that he’s here all dolled up. The poses and interactions with the girls will become increasing ridiculous to see how far they can get him to go.

Like every good psych experiment, the discomfort slowly increases while everyone around the mark tries to play it down and keep him participating. If so, they have outfit changes and lingerie and much heavier makeup. With some chemical additions to his spiked water – and the promise of not broadcasting the photos – they hope they can get him all the way to the “Barbie bimbo outfit” before he quits. That’s when they’ll not be able to find his clothes so he has to go home en femme – and he has no idea who’s visiting his parents.

Rinse & repeat and you’ll have a steady income stream in no time.

“Oh, get over yourself. Nobody cares about you. This is my day and it’s not going to be ruined because my bridesmaid got sick! Now please stop squirming so I can zip up your dress. We need to hurry or we’re going to be late for the makeup artist who’s going to make us all look super glamorous.”

“But this bra feels so weird, and the straps are showing so everyone will know!”

“You need that to properly fill out the dress. Don’t worry, we’ll hide the straps. Plus all girls wear bras, so it’s no big deal. Think of it as being part of a ‘bridesmaid costume’ and you’re just playing the role. Anyone who knows you’re my brother will also know you’re doing me this tremendous favor, so they’ll think it’s sweet. Plus you owed me, and now we’re even.”

“Why can’t I wear boxers under the dress? No one will see. I feel really weird to be wearing your panties!”

“Oh shush, now you’re just being silly! Those are brand new, so you’re the first to wear them. If anything, they’re now your panties, not mine. They’re very expensive and feel fantastic on, so you should be thankful. I’ll bet you’ll love them in no time and wish you could wear something that comfortable all the time.”

Actually, that’s what I’m worried about! The way they’re rubbing against my cock I’m afraid I’ll get an erection that will be noticeable. I’d never live that down! Actually, just thinking about it is making it worse – I need to focus on something else fast!!

“I told you before – boxers are too bulky and you need the smooth lines of the satin panties so your dress can flow properly when you walk down the aisle.”

All this talk about my dress, and bra, and panties is making me even more self-conscious. I think I felt a twitch down there. Maybe if we get moving I can distract myself, or at least I can better hide my growing erection. “Okay, okay; what’s next??”

“While I finish my makeup and put on the wedding dress, you can practice walking in heels.”

“What?? No one said anything about heels!”

“Calm down. Don’t be such a little girl! These heels are low and flat so you can easily walk on the grass. And yes, you have to wear them so you match the maid of honor. You two are going to look fantastic together.”

Actually, I’ve always had a crush on my sister’s bff, so this could be a good chance to show her what a great brother I am. I’m worried that seeing me dressed as a girl could work against that – unless she’s into girly men, or girls in general. I can’t wait to find out. I just need to keep the erections under control. I feel like I’m back in 8th grade when I had no control whatsoever… argh… better focus on something else!

Thankfully, after walking around a bit I see these heels aren’t too bad but the grass will be tricky. At least these will give me something to really focus on. However, the last thing I want is to twist an ankle, and fall in a way that flashes my panties. Argh, I gotta stop thinking about 'my panties.’

“Okay, your turn to get glammed up, girl.” I sat and closed my eyes so the makeup artist could give me a quick touch up. I didn’t expect her to do so much work on my eyebrows, lashes, eye lids, and lips. There were brushes all over my face. Then she handed me some lip gloss saying I needed to reapply before photos, before the ceremony and before our big entrance to the reception – basically, just keep your lips glossy and moist every 30 minutes.

That’s when I felt my hair being let down and something cool around my neck. As I opened my eyes, my sister said “I got my bridesmaids this simple pearl necklace as a special gift. You can also borrow these clip-on earrings that will match,” and I felt a little pinch on each lobe.

I was starting to thank her when I looked in the mirror and caught my breath. I looked just like a girl – a pretty girl! What sorcery was this??And more importantly, why did I have this sudden feeling of pride? Was it just because I was helping my sister? No, it felt more personal, like I was happy to know I could pass as a girl. But why did that make me feel good? It wasn’t just the pride from doing a good job – it felt more like discovering something new and positive about who I am at my core.

Before getting too caught up in the moment, my sister must have noticed my pleasure, as she added, “Wow, you really do make a pretty girl! I wish I’d known sooner that my little sister was hiding in there – I would’ve insisted we bring her out on a regular basis so we could have fun together. Hopefully, we still can. I think us bridesmaids will want to get together like this on a semi-regular basis.”

I didn’t know what to say about that, but it did sound nice. I didn’t have to worry about responding as that’s when the photographer came in saying, “you ladies look beautiful! Let’s get you out on the terrace. The maid of honor is there waiting for you and in the sunlight you three will be radiant!”

Before long she had me in tight androgynous clothing that I couldn't tell from girl's clothing -- and she had me grow out my hair into a long ponytail that she loved to play with, so I kept going with it.

Now she says my hair is my best quality and is too pretty to keep tied up. She just took me to a salon to get curls together and we have the same hairstyle -- it's a little weird.

She jokingly started referring to "us girls" and saying we can now be like bff's, do each others hair, swap clothes and go shopping together. She already booked us appointments at the nail salon and at the local spa to get facials.

I keep going along with it because I love her and it makes her so happy, but it seems like she's turning me into her twin. Since I like everything about her, that doesn't scare me much -- but I wonder how far she plans to take it...

That was when she said, "I've always fantasized about having a 3-way with my bff..." Wow, I thought that sounded very encouraging! But then she finished the sentence, "...in fact, she and I both agreed it would be so hot to just once be 'the guy' and spit-roast some bimbo -- just like in the pornos."

I was trying to process this surprising turn of events when I was shoved from behind and slid off the couch on to my knees, head on the floor and pantied ass in the air. "Yeah, just like that honey" I heard someone purr in a slow and sultry voice dripping with hunger.

As I was struggling to regain my balance and lift my head, I could see her best friend, Amber, walking around the couch wearing some black lingerie and dominatrix boots. Wow, she looked hot! I'd seen her in a bikini before but this was on a whole other level. I was starting to get aroused until I remembered what I was wearing and felt totally embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do to cover up. Then I realized she was also sporting a very large strap-on and my shame was replaced by concern!

Coyly, Amber continued, "I think our little bimbo is ready for action, don't you? In fact, the way she's dressed she's just asking for it -- so let's be good Samaritans and give her what she clearly wants so badly." This was getting a little too real and I tried tugging on the ropes, but they were way too tight (where did she learn that, I wondered). I then turned to my gf to see if this was some joke. She too was now stripped down to matching black lingerie -- and also sporting a large strap-on. This looked like a sexy porn scene that would normally get my heart racing, but now I have mixed feelings.

I opened my mouth to provide some objection, and my gf grabbed my hair and without a warning slid the tip of the dildo into my mouth, saying, "here honey, suck on this while I explain how this is going to work." Instantly, I found myself fighting not to gag and any objection turned into indecipherable grunts. She just smiled, adding, "I'll just assume you're thanking us for giving you this rare experience of two smoking hot chicks who chose you as the lucky guy whose only job is to obediently do whatever we say. Doing that, we'll ensure that you have the time of your life. If you agree to these terms, just nod."

I nod, bobbing up & down on her dildo. Of course, I can't say anything so I just keep sucking. "That's my good girl," she says and I wince a little inside at being called her 'girl'. We've had some role reversal fun in bed before but never to this degree, and never with someone else. So this situation is definitely scaring me -- and now that I'm tied up, I don't have any control over how far it might go.

She continued, "so here are some ground rules, just so we're clear. You stay in character at all times. Being our horny bimbo puppet is all you are. Unless we command it, you don't say anything -- the only noises we want to hear are your girly moans of pleasure. You don't stop whatever you're doing and you don't start anything new."

I must admit though that I can already tell it's quite an adrenaline rush to be flying without a net -- and being forced to be so submissive and emasculated in front of Amber already has my heart racing. My growing erection is pushing against the soft satin panties, which feels amazing -- and it's already threatening to pop out, which is more than I want them to know. I gotta keep my cool!

Sensing my trepidation, she adds sweetly, "but don't worry honey, if things get a little too rough for you and you feel you can't take it, we'll give you a safe word." I hate giving up and know that she's using this against me -- but it's working. "The safe word is, 'save-me-mommy!" Oh hell no, I'm not choosing to go down like that -- that would be worse than anything these women do to me.

She just smiles knowing that she's got me cornered and smoothly moves on. "So here's how we're going to start the evening -- we are completely in charge and you're our bimbo slut who wants to be used every which way. You play your part, doing everything we say and if you're a very good girl, we might let you take the lead later and tell us what you'd like. But you're going to have to work very hard to convince us that you truly accept being our horny little sex slave who lives only to make us happy. We expect you to ignore any inhibitions and suppress any hesitation -- we want our plaything to truly enjoy everything we do to her. Remember, for tonight nothing matters but pleasure. Bimbo airheads don't understand concepts like humiliation so they don't find anything degrading. Now that your brain is empty, those no longer exist. All you know is: if it feels good, do it -- and even if it doesn't, do it anyway because we said so!"

"Now to show you understand and agree to these terms, I want to see you deep-throat my cock and get your glossy lips to put a nice pink ring of lipstick around the base." I try my best and almost make it, but gag and have to pull back.

"That wasn't bad for a first try -- I'll take that as a 'yes'. I know Amber and I are both glad you're up for this. It's gonna be a long night so conserve your strength. As our slave, we expect you to deliver us multiple orgasms before we even think about your needs. You on the other hand, are only allowed to drip. If you cum before we give permission, you will earn a nice metal chastity cage as a parting gift. And trust me, you will have to work very hard to get the key back."

Her voice then shifted, becoming deeper, more manly and more commanding, "now, you're going to have to better than that, slut. I know you bimbos love to deep throat, so get to it! I want to see your luscious lips bobbing on my cock like your life depended on it. And when you get to the base I better feel your tongue fluttering on my clit."

I try again and for just a moment, push past my gag reflex, press my lips around the base, and extend my tongue as far as I can reach. Turns out that sticking my tongue out actually seems to reduce the gagging, but I still have to pull back gasping, eyes tearing up.

Amy then chimes in, "well done, honey! But don't cry too much or you'll ruin your mascara. Then again, us guys love seeing bimbos like you struggling to please us and ruining your makeup. That's how we know you put our pleasure over your own appearance." Her tone has also changed as it now has greater confidence along with a more teasing quality as she plays with me in a way that makes me feel even more submissive.

My gf continued, "besides, this may be the only lube you're getting, so be sure to cover this dick in your spit because it's going in your ass next." I didn't have to try conjure any more saliva, as it was already flowing down my chin and dripping off her dildo. I was getting better and delivered a few more licks to her pussy while she and Amber kissed. I don't know if this was their first kiss, but wished I could get a glimpse of what their lips and hands were doing to each other. Unfortunately, I was too busy down here just trying to breathe and couldn't do anything else.

That's when Amber put her hands on my head and forced me to blow that dildo at such a fast pace that I had to relax my neck and just go with it. I realized I was being face-fucked, there's no other way to describe it. I'd enjoyed seeing this done to hot women, but I never expected to be on the receiving end!

I hope they didn't notice the embarrassment causing my cheeks to burn, just as she pushed me all the way down on the dildo -- balls deep as they say. This is crazy: I can't breath, my hands are tied down with no way to resist, and no control over how long this dildo was going to block my throat. It felt like I might pass out -- I could even die if they didn't give me my throat back. I was still licking furiously trying to earn a breath, but the gagging was getting in the way. I've heard some guys get off on that, but I wonder if these ladies also felt the thrill of having such power, while hearing me gag and flail around trying to breath.

Just when I thought I'd pass out, I somehow was no longer impaled by the dildo. I fell to the ground gasping for air, saliva on my chin, snot coming out of my nose, mascara running down my cheeks. Through teary eyes, I see them kissing and fingering each other seemingly climaxing together while ignoring me completely. I felt totally used, which I guess was part of the plan, so perhaps I'd done a good job and will get my turn after all.

I then felt them both cleaning my face as I laid on the ground -- fixing my makeup, reapplying mascara and several layers of lipstick and gloss. Through closed eyes, I heard my gf say, "wow honey, you did a really good job. I think that was the best orgasm Amber and I have given each other, so well done! I know they both claimed to be bi-curious, but this is the first confirmation that they'd done more than just kiss. I'd fantasized before about those two having sex, and I would love to be able to watch. However, I never expected they would make me a mere toy to facilitate their sex, all while being unable to see a damn thing.

She continued, snapping me back to reality, "I can't wait for round 2 when you go down on her cock and I take your virginity from behind." Uh-oh, I was hoping that had been a joke, or that maybe they'd change their minds. I guess not.

As they lift me back to kneeling position I see Amber towering over me, smiling wickedly and looking so hot now wearing only the strap-on. I was inches from her pussy and could smell the sweetness of her recent orgasm. But I had to focus. My throat is already sore but if I get through this, it'll be my turn. I'm sure that I can make it. I'm certainly not giving up this easily!

That's when they start kissing and groping each other, standing over me, grinding against my head, dildos bouncing off my cheeks. I'm trying to decide if I'm supposed to start sucking or licking, but then feel a hand push me forward and as my face is about to hit the carpet, Amber catches me. She's now kneeling in front of me, holding me up by the shoulders -- naked and sporting some amazing tits. She holds my face right in front of them and I'm momentarily mesmerized. Then she shoves one in my mouth and I immediately start sucking like a good little slave. She then moves me over to the other one and I keep on going.

I was all-in, thinking how great this is. I'd always wanted to see her tits and now I was sucking on them -- things were looking up! And as always, my enjoyment was rudely interrupted; this time, by Amber dropping my head toward her lap. Without any balance, my mouth falls right on her dildo, thankfully avoiding getting stabbed in the eye. That would've been hard to explain at the ER. Still, the dildo stabs the back of my throat and I'm already gagging again.

As I struggle to breath and regain my balance, I hear a strange buzzing noise behind me. Then the same noise is also in front of me and I see the source. They've hooked a vibrator attachment over the dildo that they can insert in their vagina. As I go down on Amber, my chin pushes the vibrator deeper into her so she can truly enjoy fucking my face. Then I suddenly feel vibrating pressure against my ass and realized that both me and my gf are also getting the same vibrator treatment -- certainly my first time -- as she pushes harder and takes my virginity.

At this point, I've truly become their little bimbo fuckdoll, or slave, or whatever you want to call me. They are using me as they see fit and I just have to ride it out. I can't let them make me quit -- then I would feel truly emasculated.

Hopefully, they'll get off enough that it will be my turn next. Now I just need to relax and act like I'm enjoying this -- and to be honest, hope that I don't actually enjoy it enough to cum in my panties otherwise I'll lose my chance -- and I'll never hear the end of it. So far, it feels pretty good so this could end badly. Must focus on not cumming. This is not going to be easy...

[I was lucky enough to have several more chances with Amber, mostly with her in charge or with me en femme, or both. But by then I didn't mind because I started to enjoy being in a female led relationship. Whatever my gf wanted was fine with me. I got my fulfillment through serving her needs.

I also found out much later that Amber was a member of some group she called (the) Sisterhood, and that this was all her idea because she can use it to make money in some game.

Of course, this means she didn't just tell this Sisterhood about the whole event, she actually captured it on hidden cameras and shared it with who knows what other women. It's a strange feeling to discover that your most degrading moment, your biggest secret, has actually been recorded and shared, possibly with people you know.

And worse, that while being humiliated, you actually enjoyed it -- because your constant erection tells them everything they need to know -- that some part of you likes wearing pink lingerie and being a little bimbo slut getting spit-roasted.

Now she’s forced me to learn to do my own makeup and wants me to grown out my hair instead of wearing this wig. That way, we can be bff’s and do more girly things. As the first step, we’re going to do each other’s nails, and then put on dresses and heels to go shop for lingerie together.