Lipstick & Miniskirts

by John Dylena

  He had seen many women in this kind of outfit. He had seen Ashley—back when she was Ashley—in a similar one. Mike recalled the effect high heels had on her legs and ass, and he vividly recalled Rebecca walking toward him that night in her apartment.

  Now he was the one in the sexy, arousing attire, and he was incredibly turned on by it. Mike was having an out-of-body experience and he could see himself walking in Ash—Solara’s condo. He was sitting on the couch with his eyes glued to the very convincing man en femme. He had no idea what he actually looked like, but deep down Mike knew he looked damn good.

  His body betrayed him and his cock hardened until the head poked out of the top of his panties. He could feel the heat of his throbbing member pressed against his lower stomach, and looking down at it, he could see the shiny coat of precum slowly oozing out.

  No, why?! Why am I so turned on by all of this?!

  He got no answer. Instead he stood in front of the couch and watched as Solara sat down in front of him. She was grinning from ear to ear and looked up at him pleased.

  “Go on, Michelle. Give me a nice turn. Show off that body of yours.”

  Mike said nothing. He glared at her for a moment before backing away and turning around for her. When he faced her again, she gave him another command.

  Solara placed her hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. “Let’s see how good your tongue is.”

  Mike could count on one hand how many times he’d orally pleasured a woman, and he’d lost count of how many blowjobs he’d received. He hesitated a moment, his eyes focusing on Solara’s dress hiked up to her ass.

  He blinked when the hem revealed her pussy. She wore no panties and Mike bit his lip when he realized that this meant even when they were at the café, she was going commando. Underneath that short, tight black dress of hers was nothing but her smooth, creamy flesh.

  Looking away from her pantiless nethers, Mike saw Solara wink. She said nothing as she pointed down to her crotch and he took a step forward and knelt down.

  When he put his hands on her thighs he noticed his painted nails and girlish hands. He frowned and looked down once more at his body. Gone were his muscles. He was back to where he was ten years ago when he was thin and frail, back when he was a sophomore in college, when he was a shy kid who had only been with one woman. His roommate changed everything for him. A jock, frat guy, and a gym rat, Mike’s roommate transformed Mike from a skinny disappointment into a beefed up lady-killer who got what he wanted.

  It was his roommate that gave him the confidence that led him to job at the company he now worked for and who helped him climb the corporate ladder. It was his roommate that made him into an alpha who the women served and submitted themselves to.

  Now he was back in that thin body, lacking the confidence his frat roommate taught him and dressed in women’s lingerie, jewelry and makeup. He was on his knees in front of a woman and about to pleasure her, to submit to her.

  Sorry, Tony. There’s nothing I can do.

  Mike closed his eyes, took a deep breath and leaned forward.

  Solara let out a satisfied squeal as Mike’s tongue snaked its way into her pussy. She watched him as he parted her pink lips with his left hand. She was dripping wet.

  “Ooh!” she yelped as he buried his head in between her legs, wrapping his arm around her right leg and covering her tender flesh in countless kisses.

  Mike parted her outer lips and lifted up her tiny clit hood with his fingers, giving his tongue access to the sensitive pearl beneath it. Solara responded to his exploration with a drawn out moan as she fell back onto couch.

  He looked up at her from in between her legs, his tongue flicking back and forth. His fingers moved to her inner lips, tenderly pulling them apart and fully exposing Solara’s pussy.

  Her body was so warm, so unnaturally hot, like she had a fever—only instead of being sick, Solara was horny.

  “Oh, God, yes!” she cried out, writhing on the cushions as Mike kept up his intrusion with his tongue. “D-Don’t stop!” She squeezed his head with her thighs, holding it in place as he brought her closer and closer to sensual bliss.

  Her strong legs muffled his hearing, but he could still make out the sound of her scream as she arched her back and filled his mouth with her juices. She relaxed her still-quivering legs, releasing him from her grip. He fell back onto his heels and wiped her sweet-smelling liquid from his face.

  “Oh, that was wonderful,” she said breathlessly. “Only it makes me even more upset that in the year we dated, you never once did that to me—or at least, not like that. I’m going to have to find a way to make you stay here so we can make up for lost time.”

  Mike said nothing. Instead he focused on himself and how turned on he was. He looked down at his fully erect cock and the shine of precum on his head and the dark patch on the panties below. He couldn’t deny how good that felt.

  “Am I done?”

  “No, you are far from finished. Tell me, Michelle, have you ever tried bondage?”

  Mike shook his head. No, why would he ever try that? That was weird, perverted, Fifty Shades crap. No normal guy would like to be tied up or bound.

  Solara leaned forward and raised Mike’s chin with her finger. “Would you like to?”

  His jaw clenched shut and he swallowed hard. Mike looked up at her and she stared down at him. Her lips curled into a smirk and she rubbed his cheek with her hand.

  “You’ve never wondered what it was like to be tied up and helpless? To be at the mercy of someone else? They say that bondage is the ultimate form of freedom. I’ve done it once. A friend of mine was into that kind of thing and she took me along with her to a club that she visited. Up on the stage were two women. One was dressed up in a mixture of black and red patent leather and the other was enveloped in shiny latex. Only her mouth was visible. We were close enough to the stage that I could see her lips tremble with every touch.”

  Mike was suddenly curious. “Did you… you know?”

  Solara raised an eyebrow. “Why, Michelle? Are you curious?”

  Mike looked away, his face red. He was, and she knew it. She could see it in his eyes and in the blush on his feminine face. All it took was giving him his old body back. Solara just had to take away the outer shell he hid behind: the tough, macho, sculpted body that brimmed with confidence.

  Now that he was once again weak and skinny, his whole personality had changed with it. Before he would just shoot down any idea of submitting to a woman and laugh as he took her. As he knelt down in front of the woman who was once human and his girlfriend, Mike could only think about how good he looked in this outfit and makeup, what it felt like to kneel before his ex and pleasure her.

  And now he was thinking about what it would be like to be bound and at her mercy.

  He bit his lip as his cock twitched. If he only had his muscular body back, he could easily say no to all of this. But the body Solara gave him was weak and submissive. It was feminine, and above all else, it was incredibly horny.

  “Come with me, Mike.”

  He looked up at her. It was the first time she’d used his normal name since she gave him these clothes and body. Solara extended her hand and helped him onto his feet.

  She led him away from the living room into her master bedroom through a narrow hallway. Mike walked behind her, his hand out in front holding onto hers. Her grip was firm but gentle, and just like the rest of her body, her touch was warm.

  He turned his head and peered into an open room. Looking ahead, he smiled at his ex-turned-demon. The room that he gazed into was an office. In it was a large wooden desk that housed two widescreen computer monitors and a custom built PC. He saw a large flatscreen TV with a recliner and a bookshelf filled to the brim with DVDs and video games.

  As much as she tried to hide it. Solara was still Ashley, the geeky, nerdy chick who played too many video games and spent countless hours on the internet.

  The thought left his mind when he passed t
hrough the doorway into her bedroom. Solara led him to the bed and he climbed onto it with her. Mike remained silent as she climbed off of the bed and walked up to an old wooden armoire. Minutes later she returned, and Mike’s eyes went wide when he saw what she held in her hands: red leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a blind fold.

  The part of him that was still macho and alpha shouted and protested. The voice told him to stop, to say no and to tell Ashley that she and her Fifty Shades pervert self could go to hell.

  The voice went silent when Solara wrapped the first cuff around Mike’s wrists and adjusted it until it was comfortably tight. He looked at the cuff on his right as she put the other onto his left. It was made of a thick red leather with a narrow, thin black leather band that had a triangular-shaped piece of metal attached to it.

  When Solara adjusted the one on his left, a metal chain appeared before his very eyes, connecting the two. She grabbed onto the chain and led him to the metal bed frame at the head and attached it to the wrought iron.

  Solara silently guided Mike onto his back and he lay down at the center of the bed. He looked up at his hands and tugged on the metal chain. He frowned and wondered if he would regret agreeing to this.

  At that moment, he realized that he had neither agreed nor said no to Solara’s offer to engage in some bondage play. She just took him by the hand and he followed her. He’d submitted to her without even realizing it.

  Mike lifted his head and watched her bind his ankles. Unlike his wrists, they were kept together, and he squirmed on the silk sheets of her bed. Solara looked up at him and smiled as she slid her hand between the valley of his legs and up onto his hairless thigh.

  He threw his head back against her pillows and moaned. Her warm touch lit a fire within him and gooseflesh appeared on his legs and arms. A chill slithered up his spine and he shivered.

  The more he squirmed, the hotter he became. Mike felt himself grow lightheaded and dizzy as though drunk off of a bubbly liquor. His cheeks turned red and his skin glowed with a thin layer of sweat. Solara lifted her leg, straddled his waist and placed her hands on his chest. Her fingers slid under the band of his bra that held invisible breasts and her fingers rubbed his nipples.

  “Holy… shit…” he grunted. His cock became impossibly hard, but the surprisingly strong waistband of his panties held his rigid dick against his abdomen. Solara slid her hips back until her ass rested on his cock.

  She pulled her hands out from his bra and leaned off to the side. Mike opened his eyes long enough to see her leaning back toward him and his vision went dark moments later. She placed the blindfold on his head and traced his lips with her thumb.

  His darkened vision was fuel to the fire inside him. Almost instantly the sensitivity of his skin increased tenfold and he felt everything: the delicate sheer fabric of his stockings hugging his legs, his long brown locks on his neck and shoulders, and the silky smooth sheets beneath him.

  Solara’s finger moved about his chest and stomach. Her long nail gently scratched his skin, the tiny bit of pain swallowed up by the pleasure that followed. She slowly grinded her hips forward and back as her finger continued its dance. He could feel her soaking wet cunt on his stomach, and it left traces of clear, shimmering lust like a mop on a tile floor.

  He felt her climb up off of him and crawl around on the bed. For a moment, there was nothing. A stillness filled the room, and Mike felt utterly alone. He writhed on the bed and tugged on his restraints. Where? Where did she go? Did she leave him here all alone?

  Mike got his answer in the form of a tongue. The long, hot appendage pressed itself against Mike’s panties right at the base of his shaft. It traveled up slowly to his crown. His moan was long and rolled like distant thunder.

  This… this is impossible. How can this feel so—

  His cry was one of pure bliss as the tongue circled the dickhead. Mike was swimming in pure erotic bliss. Blowjobs felt good. Sex was great. For a long time he believed nothing could feel better than his dick in a woman’s vagina or in her mouth. What he was feeling now made the best sex in his life feel like a half-assed wank.

  And just when he thought he would explode, Solara stopped. Her tongue retreated into her mouth and Mike whimpered. He was so close to that heavenly orgasm. His dam was about ready to burst, but at the last second the walls were reinforced.

  Solara let out a satisfied chuckle and she gripped his cock.

  “Not yet, Michelle. You are not allowed to cum just yet. You have to be a good girl and earn your reward.”

  “W-What must I d-do?” It was the worst kind of punishment. Whatever she did to him, Solara left Mike in a state of sexual limbo, like a sneeze that wouldn’t come. It was agonizing and it made it hard to think. He could barely put together a sentence.

  “You like this, don’t you?” she purred. She lay down next to him, one hand rubbing his cheek and the other slowly stroking his dick. “Tell me how good it feels.”

  It felt so good. So incredibly good. Mike couldn’t believe how arrogant he was, how much he fought it. He didn’t want to believe such pleasure could come from an act such as this. He was afraid of what would happen to him should he shed his controlling, bullish shell. He didn’t want to see himself become weak and submissive. He was close-minded, intolerant, unwilling to see the truth.

  “Y-Yes,” he said at length. His answer was followed by another long, drawn out moan.

  “Good. You want your reward?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then tell me about Kristy.”

  “W-What?”

  Solara let go of his dick and the feeling started to fade. He was stepping back from the cliff, away from sexual release. He needed this. He wanted it so bad. He knew what he had to do.

  “She was blonde,” he said quickly, like an addict waiting anxiously for his next fix. Solara wrapped her fingers back around his dick and the feeling returned.

  “Keep going,” she said.

  “Her hair was long. It fell down past her shoulders. She had blue eyes. Big breasts.”

  Solara moved faster and Mike moaned. He was getting closer. His body burned hotter.

  “Thin. Athletic. Hourglass curves.”

  Faster. Hotter. Closer.

  Mike raised his voice. He was practically shouting. “Big ass. Muscular legs. Thick, pouty lips. Bubbly voi—OH!”

  His hips buckled. His legs kicked and he tugged on his restraints as the dam burst. White-hot cum shot out of his cock in thick ribbons and landed on his chest, stomach and face. He could taste the salty jizz on his lips when he licked them.

  Solara released his flaccid cock and Mike gasped for air. His heart pounded in his chest and he was light in the head for a few moments as the arousal swept over him, though something else stirred inside of him as well.

  The fire still burned hot within him, and he cried out when he felt a pinch on his nipples and a tightness on his chest. He squirmed in total darkness as he felt his chest grow and expand. He felt a weight pressing down on him as his growing flesh filled the cups of his bra.

  His brown hair that pooled beside his head grew longer and thicker, and his lips felt swollen. Mike rubbed his legs together as best as he could to combat the tingling feeling that overcame him. He instantly knew what was happening to him when he felt a dampness between his legs and a vacancy in his panties.

  Gone were his cock and balls. He cried out only to hear a different voice fill his ears. It was no longer deep and husky, nor was it silky and sultry. It was light and airy, bubbly and ditzy.

  Much like Kristy’s voice.

  His ankle cuffs came off and Mike moved his legs around. The wrist cuffs were removed soon after and he sat up as he pulled off the blindfold. His jaw hung slack at the sight that filled his vision. He saw not his skinny, androgynous body, but a well-endowed female one. Large, round breasts hung off of his chest, and below them were hourglass curves and a tight, toned stomach.

  Hair fell in front of his eyes, and when he held the locks
in front of him, he saw that they were golden-blonde. It wasn’t Kristy’s body she gave him, but one very similar to it. He didn’t need a mirror to know that he stared out at the world with bright blue eyes.

  “Much better, don’t you think?” Solara said, moving her fingers though Mike’s hair.

  “Why? Why did you turn me into a woman?” Mike couldn’t believe the voice he was hearing. He refused to accept that the valley girl lilt was his own. But the more he spoke, the more the truth sank in.

  “Because, Mike, this is your punishment, remember? The ultimate torture for a macho man such as yourself is to become that which you desire most: a girly, submissive slut. You will return to your old body in due time. But for now, this is the form you must keep until I am wholly satisfied.”

  Solara crawled over to the headboard and propped herself up with some pillows. She spread her legs and rubbed her clit.

  “Now, why don’t you be a good little slut and repay the many blowjobs I’ve given you?”

  She moaned and Mike’s heart sank into the lowest pit of his stomach. His tan skin turned pale and he gasped as Solara’s clit transformed into a thick, meaty cock.

  “How about we get started?” she said as she slowly stroked her new dick.

  Mike’s eyes darted between Solara’s face—and her sly evil grin—and her cock. His heart pounded and beads of sweat gathered on his brow. He gripped the sheets and swallowed hard.

  “Come on, Mike,” she purred. “Haven’t you always wondered what it was like to have a hot, thick cock slide in between your lips and place itself on your tongue? To hear the satisfied moans and groans of the man you’re sucking and pleasuring?”

  Solara squealed with delight as she played with her new dick.

  “It’s a wonderful feeling, and one of the ultimate forms of submission to be on your knees in front of a man and pleasure him. I can show you what it’s like. All you have to do is wrap your lips around my cock.”

  Mike’s body trembled. The fire inside of him was burning hot. This body… so full of lust. All it wants is pleasure.