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Pete's Vagina -41.1- Out of Bounds
🕑 Added 2023-08-24 16:16:24 +0000 UTCI didn’t really know what to expect next, but there are rules of engagement for these conscripted makeovers. This was, in fact, something that happened with almost every ice cream party at Joanna’s. Most of the other girls had gone through something like this before, and, in fact, last month was Joanna’s turn because she was now head cheerleader.
None of this info (which I got piecemeal from Megan in asides) helped banish the feeling of caterpillars with cold feet crawling through my insides. I got tickled, hugged, squeezed and even kissed, all while naked.
I’d almost forgotten about that!
“You’ve got real little titties, Petey,” Megan commented, planting a juicy kiss on one.
“Argh!” I responded, feeling the nipple crinkle up.
“Except for being so tall,” said Katalina, “you’re built like a middle-schooler! Itty-bitty-titties for sure.”
They seemed enormous to me, but I didn’t reply. No one would have heard me during the cackling assault, anyway.
Joanna produced a department store bag from a drawer and ripped it open to reveal four or five pairs of lacy underwear in various colors. Of course, someone handed me a pink pair.
“Put these on, Gayle!” she squealed.
I sat down at the enormous lighted vanity and pulled on the panties—with help, of course. The briefs fit perfectly, which surprised me. Joanna is a bit bigger in the butt than me, I would have sworn. I must have looked bothered.
“You can have the whole bag of panties,” Joanna told me. “I bought them two sizes too small.”
Megan sat on the bench beside me, so at least one flank was protected from being assaulted.
She pulled my head down to hear her, “You’re being a good sport about this, Petey.”
I shrugged and managed a weak grin. “Guys actually do similar shit, but a lot rougher. And they don’t smell as good.”
That got a laugh. “A jock makeover?” she giggled.
“Usually in the shower with brown soap and stiff brushes,” I explained.
“Not you!?” Megan looked concerned.
“Uh, no,” I admitted. “I’ve always managed to avoid it.”
“They wouldn’t dare!” she exclaimed. “I mean, you play football with them, but you are a girl!”
“I…?” I didn’t know what to say to that. Had she forgotten that I wasn’t always a girl?
I looked around the room at the four or five cheerleaders having a great time pulling out Joanna’s prettiest stuff and holding it up for me to look at.
“I bet you don’t have anything like this at home, Gayle!” Katalina snorted, waving what might be a pair of baby doll pajamas at me.
“No, I don’t,” I admitted. Why would I?
Had everyone here forgotten the real me? Or maybe I should say, the original me, since everything that was happening at the moment felt all too real.
Comments
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
Thanks. :) It's really a partial chapter but I did manage to write. More soon.
Ashley
Very short chapter enjoyable tho
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
Interesting thought. Why would she?
Michelle Kurtz
I wonder if somehow gayle is doing this to herself
