Spoils of War Part 1

 

Robert lay on the leather sofa in the communal area of the sorority house feeling utterly pathetic. He should be loving this. All around him, college girls in various states of undress weaved excitedly. Uncupped boobs poked through vest tops with panties peeking from below. Towels were wrapped around heads of girls still wet from the shower. Skin was on show everywhere he looked. This was why he came. He should be in heaven. And yet...

The last few hours felt like a fever dream. It was the weekend of the big homecoming game and Robert's sister Alyssa was one of the star cheerleaders. Their parents had planned to drive up with Robert on game day to watch the big contest and their daughter perform, but Robert had convinced them to let him come a day early to hang out. In reality, Alyssa had told him about the epic slumber parties she and the rest of the sorority girls had the night before a bit game and he wanted to try to catch a glimpse of some sexy sorority shenanigans. Things had gone well at first. He had popped a few beers with the help of a fake ID and then crept through the darkness of the evening to one of the sorority house's ground floor windows. The party had been in full flow. Girls were dancing in their underwear and sipping colourful drinks. He had even seen a flash of side boob on a beautiful red-headed girl. That's where things started to go wrong. A group of girls returning with a stack of pizzas spotted him and before Robert could run, he was kicked swiftly in the groin.

“How is our guest of honour enjoying herself?” Alyssa was standing at the end of the sofa with a mocking grin on her face. Robert instinctively hugged the stuffed bear the girls had given him, cursing how pitiful he must have looked. She can see right up the dress I'm wearing, he realised, and shifted his knees up to his belly defensively. This only succeeded in showing her his pantied butt. The girls had done a number on him alright... Before he had even recovered from the pain and indignity of being booted in the crotch, five girls had removed him of his clothing and he was fully naked before he had even been dragged into the house. It was like they had done this before, so prepared and regimented were they for his arrival. Two had held him down, while another three had smothered his body with what he later found out to be hair removal cream. He had watched the last of his body hair trickle down the drain as a laughing girl had showered him with ice-cold water that shrank his cock to the size of his little toe. He had been been putty in their hands after that – a toy to be be powdered and painted and dressed as they wished. Not a boy – a doll... And now a distraction, a piece of furniture that they occasionally stopped to giggle at as they continued with their party. He should have been in heaven...but he was in a kind of sissy hell – one being conducted by his sister, Alyssa.

Suddenly, there was a crash of breaking glass, and a few seconds later everything went black. High-pitched squealing surrounded him as frightened girls ran around in a frenzy. Eventually, they trailed off as the sorority sisters sought refuge in their bedrooms, leaving Robert alone in the darkness of the communal area. “Hey!” He heard a female voice very close to him and a bright light was shone directly in his eyes. “I've got one. Quick! Let's grab her and get out of here!” Robert felt three sets of hands grab the smooth skin of his arms and legs and begin to drag him away.  

The Isolationist (Bimbo Note)

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This continues my Bimbo Note story. All the previous captions are linked on my index page.

“You know this is kind of weird, right?” Chuck turned to face Azalea at the entrance to his building. “It is usually the guy who walks the girl home. Truly you are a dominant to the absolute core!” He grinned, his blue eyes blazed as Azalea blushed before leaning into a long deep kiss.

Azalea had only been dating Chuck four months but this had already become their ritual. Whenever they parted, she would walk him back to his apartment whether it was first thing in the morning or last at night, they would kiss and then he would wave to her from his balcony as she waved back from the street.

“Well, you know I need to make sure you get back safe!” Azalea smiled coyly. “There are all sorts of scary people out there.” She glanced across the street and Chuck followed her gaze to where an impossibly old man was trying and failing to get an equally ancient lawnmower to cut his grass. They laughed together and then kissed again.

For the first time in her memory, Azalea was happy. Chuck loved her dark sides, he was cool with her being on OnlyFemmes and even though he didn't know about...the book, she shared every other part of her with him. Besides that, the sex was other-wordly.

“I love you!” The words hit her like a fist. She stepped back from Chuck to get a better look at him and he stared back with unwavering confidence. “You don't have to say anything back. I just want you to know!” He kissed her again and then he was gone – through the glass doors and into the lobby of his building towards the row of elevators.

Azalea swallowed hard and fell against the side of the building. Oh, Chuck! She screamed internally. Why'd you have to go and say that? Her lips pressed together as her mind raced over what to do next. No-one had ever said those three words to her before, and that was fine. She knew she would never be able to say them back. But now? What did it mean? How could she let someone get that close? Panic seized her, and after a moment of hesitation, she pulled the Bimbo Note from her bag and scrawled Chuck Winston on an empty page.

Walking down the street, Azalea allowed herself one last look back as she had on countless visits to Chuck's building. A figure was crouched on the second floor balcony staring blankly at her through the railing, large breasts cupped in a leopard print bra that had fallen off one shoulder. Azalea wiped a single tear from her cheek, gave a small wave, and continued on her way.

The Kissogram Part 4

 

Joe stood by the bar feeling the true weight of the kind of transformation the best part of a grand could buy. Penny and Deanna had spared no expense getting him ready for the Valentine's Ball. In spite of the fact the addictive red lipstick had fallen in their laps free of charge, they had truly bought into the philosophy of spending big to make it big. The incident with the car seemed long forgotten and they seemed completely fixated on making as much money as possible, only even bringing it up whenever Joe needed a bit of extra motivation to play along.

Firstly, they had taken him to a salon at the mall and somehow the least humiliating part of his day turned out to be standing nude but for a pair of paper briefs while he was sprayed with jets of fake tanning cream. Once it had dried, he was led to a seat where Penny and Deanna were waiting with a pair of excited beauticians. They chattered gleefully as they threaded in hair extensions and applied thick makeup that morphed his features beyond recognition – leaving only his lips bare to be painted red later on. He never heard them mention it being permanent, but regular makeup wasn't supposed to hurt as it was applied, right? When they had finished, he looked more like Malibu Barbie than regular old Joe. The outfit the girls selected didn't help that either – a glittering mini-skirt and matching tube top, chosen after plenty of other outfits had been trialled, of course... When Joe had questioned the large cup size, they brought out their coup de gras – huge breast forms that the salon girls helped blend into his new skin tone. Once in place, they were heavy and made balancing on stilettos extremely difficult. Joe was feeling the weight of his transformation, that was for sure.

The Valentine's Ball was heaving with people – mostly young men all hoping to get some quality time with the guest of honour. As with the fair, a long line formed in front of him next to the bar and guy after guy handed over cash to his sister before pulling the helpless Joe, startled and off-balance from the heavy breastplate, into a long deep kiss. The prices had doubled since the fair and the men wanted their money's worth, yet he still seemed to find the same punters coming back again and again.

“Hey there, Babe!” A tall young man stood at the front of the line. Joe's red-lined mouth dropped open. It wasn't the first punter of the night he had known but this was the captain of the school basketball team – a guy who had taken great pleasure pushing him around over the years. And now here he was, ready to make out with him. Joe felt a familiar fear creep into his stomach as the man looked him deep in the eyes. For a moment, he was sure he recognised him. And then, like the others, he handed Penny the cash and hooked an arm around him to pull him into a tight kiss – with the added bonus of a hand that crept up under his skirt and onto his pantied ass. Joe's eyes shot wide and suddenly he was looking right at the guy. He saw his pupils dilate as he tasted something he clearly enjoyed and Joe was pulled in even closer to the taller boy's body. Something hardened against his hip as a hungry tongue invaded his mouth. And then the man pulled away – still panting like a wolf. “Oh yeah!” He licked some of the transferred lipstick from his bottom lip and grinned, pulling out his wallet. “I'll give you another $200 right now if you take a trip with me to the restroom and transfer some of that lipstick to another part of my body...if you catch my drift!” Before Joe could even flinch, Penny snatched the cash and pushed him into the man's waiting arms.

The Kissogram Part 3

 

Penny and Deanna knew the lipstick was no Golden Goose. With no discernable markings or branding visible, there was no hope of getting any more of the mysterious cosmetic. When it was gone, it would be gone for good, and so, they knew they needed to cash in while they could. Every touch up and reapplication onto Joe's exhausted lips was a step closer to the final gold egg. They knew they needed to go big.

“This time with feeling!” Penny waved her arms like a movie director. “This is going viral...Instagram, tiktok...hell, I will put this on OnlyFemmes if I have to... Whatever gets the punters into Friday's Valentine's club night!” She glared at her brother who stood like a rabbit in the headlights in front of the camera tripod. Joe stared back glumly with what resembled a sullen pout. The threat of reporting his drunken collision with his sister's car still hung above his head like a guillotine. How else would the girls have made him subject himself to another makeover? This time he was a blonde with big floppy lace bunny ears. Deanna had managed to stuff him into an old Halloween costume – a black catsuit in matching lace that squeezed him all over. The material irritated his freshly shaven skins and he kept rubbing himself like a cat in heat. His lips were not red now, of course. The girls didn't dare waste any of the precious lipstick on something like this, but they were a glossy pink that plumped them out as if they had been stung by a bee. “Alright...action!” Penny called out, before adding. “Go get 'em, girl!”

“Hey, you!” Joe muttered, leaning in close to the camera lens. He couldn't believe he was doing this. After practising under the girls' instruction half the afternoon, his voice actually sounded soft and somewhat feminine. There was no audience other than the two girls and yet the performative nature of what he was doing almost made this worse than being kissed by a hundred guys. Almost... He looked up to see Penny making a waving motion with her hand indicating he should keep going. “Yes, you!” He continued his script. “Whether you're lonely, or just looking for something a bit extra, come find me at Friday night's Valentine's ball. I'll be by the bar all night where you can come give me a little kiss – for a small donation of course.” Joe blushed as he heard Deanna make a lude comment under her breath about the kinds of donation he could expect. Not wanting to start from the top, Joe cleared his throat and kept going. “Just one smooch with me and I will make your dreams come true. I will be a hookup you'll never forget and I know you'll come back for more. Come find me on Friday night, I will rock your world.” He finished by pushing out his lips as Penny has showed him.

“And cut!” His sister declared. “That will bring the boys in for sure! And the lipstick with keep them coming! With the money we made from the fair, we can give you a proper transformation that will drive them wild!” Joe visibly shrank at the idea his makeover could somehow get even more extreme. “Deanna, make sure that video is seen by everyone we know!” Penny barked out orders. “Oh, and put it on Joe's school network. Let's see how popular we can make my dear brother amongst his peers!”

The Kissogram Part 2

 

Deanna had eventually calmed down after five glasses of water and ten minutes of Penny shaking her and calling her gross for snogging her feminised brother. Her struggling had made it very clear that Deanna was more than willing to go much further with Joe were Penny not there to snap her out of it. Whatever was in the mysterious red lipstick Deanna had found in her purse was extremely powerful, and in spite of his arousal from being set upon by the hot blonde friend of his older sister, Joe was immediately alert to the fact he should lick his lips at his own peril. Meanwhile, the cogs of revenge in Penny's head began to whir to life as ideas for how to turn this to her advantage began to form. She smiled at a particularly mean one that would not only punish Joe, but also raise the money she need to repair her car.

Penny and Deanna switched gears. The goal was no longer creating the most humiliating version of Joe they could muster – it was to make him presentable. They didn't want people to point and laugh. They wanted them to see a pretty girl. They wanted people to queue with cash in hand to see the hottest version of Joe they could they could muster – their new goal was to make him kissable.

Joe watched in horror as his reflection in his sister's bedroom mirror slowly changed from a silly feminised joke to that of an anime-esque beauty. Deanna had left for an hour and returned with a huge bubblegum pink wig and a garish bejewelled choker that read 'Princess'. The girls had laughed hysterically as they took his transformation to the next level, layering on spades of makeup and dressing him in a sheer black dress with faux-pearl beads. Penny had even brought out a piercing gun she had swiped from a previous job and now he had earrings to match his choker. The final touch had once more been the lipstick but this time Penny had applied it, holding it at arm's length as if it might explode. Nonetheless, she layered it on extra-thick.

It wasn't just that Joe's stall was popular at the Valentine's fair – it may as well have been the only attraction there. Guys were queueing around the block, their wallets clutched excited as they waited for a taste of the intoxicating beauty that Penny and Deanna had dubbed 'Aphrodite'. Two bucks bought five seconds but ten got punters a whole minute of locked lips and most were not sparing their cash. Joe tried to imagine he was somewhere else as man after man grabbed him around the waist and pulled him in close. His mouth was sore and he was sure he had seen some of these guys at least three times now. Some of them were pushing their tongues deep inside his mouth as Deanna stood alongside them with a stopwatch in hand. Those were the ones that seemed to be coming back again and again, as if Joe was a bad habit they just couldn't kick. Whenever the red lipstick became smeared around his face from the kissing Penny would be on hand with a wet-wipe and a reapplication. By the evening, the stall had made almost two grand.

“Well, I did say red was for whores...” Penny smirked at her exhausted brother as she folded the cash into her purse. “I guess that makes me your pimp. But don't worry, Deanna and I have an idea to take this new career of yours to the next level!”

The Kissogram Part 1

 

“Every shade of lipstick means something on a girl...” Penny explained as she rummaged in her makeup bag. “Pink is subtle, but with a bit of gloss it is juicy like a ripe fruit. It means the girl wants to be plucked down from her branch and devoured – though not by everyone. Only those lucky few...” She continued to search for the shade she wanted, clearly starting to get frustrated. Meanwhile, Joe sat wide-eyed and frozen in place – a coat of lipstick away from a completed makeover.

Joe's older sister had always had a twisted vengeful side. It was a bear that really didn't need much prodding. So, when Joe had crashed a motorised scooter into the side of her car two days earlier leaving an enormous hideous scratch, he knew instantly she would seek some kind of revenge. Denying it had been hopeless. The whole thing had been captured on the electronic doorbell camera outside their house. Penny had watched the footage first – a clearly intoxicated Joe with one hand on the handlebars, the other wrapped around a bottle of beer, trying to impress a couple of neighbourhood girls, and the cogs of her mind had started plotting payback instantly. Her options were endless – once she had threatened to show their parents or even the local police, he had been hers to mould.

The makeover was just a placeholder punishment. There would be much more to come even if Penny hadn't decided what it would be yet. Together with her friend Deanna, they had pulled Joe into her bedroom and spent an entire afternoon shaving and grooming him until he was ready to be stuffed into some of Penny's more feminine clothing. The rest of the revenge had been pencilled in as parading him around the town's Valentine's fair but they were still scheming for something better.

“Aarggh...” Penny tossed her makeup bag to the floor in annoyance. “Looks like I don't have any pink. Deanna... “ She turned to her friend. “Throw me your pink!”

“I don't have pink...” Deanna muttered sheepishly. “I have red!” She offered.

“Red is for whores!” Penny declared and then turned to Joe with an evil grin. “Perfect for you! Deanna, your lipstick. You do the honours!” Penny watched her blonde friend gleefully hold her brother's chin firmly as she smeared on a thick layer of red. Once she had finished, she winked and placed a big kiss on Joe's lips in a teasing fashion. Noticing some of the makeup had transferred to her own lips, she instinctively pursed them and paused. A moment of silence passed before she suddenly grabbed the feminised boy by the back of the head and pulled him into a deep kiss. “Whoaa!” Penny yelled. “What the...don't do that!” She dragged her friend off her brother and held her by the shoulders. Deanna's pupils were dramatically dilated in an almost manic fashion. “Hey!” Penny grabbed her friend's hand and lifted it to her face. “What the hell is in this lipstick?!”

double Double

 

“Do you trust me?” Isabella held out her hand. Alec stared into the intensity that was her huge watering eyes and fell in love all over again. When she batted her eyelashes, his heart almost stopped. She was his best friend but he wished with every molecule of his body that she could be so much more. Alas, it could never be... Isabella had been with her boyfriend even longer than she had been friends with Alec. What could he do? Even if he somehow broke them apart, it would almost certainly spell the end of their friendship. And now, what was this about? He was not only being asked to be okay with Isabella and her boyfriend, she was asking him to go along with them on their Valentine's date, and dressed like... “I said, do you trust me?” Isabella interrupted his inner-monologue.

“Of course I do,” Alec stammered. “It's just...this! Really?!” He held out the delicate satin dress in one hand, and the blonde wig in the other. “You're asking me to humiliate myself!”

“I'm asking you to keep an open mind!” Isabella soothed. “I promise you, Alec, this will all make sense. It will all be worth it!” She placed a hand on his cheek and tilted her head forward so he could see the whites of her eyes – batting her eyelashes once more. Alec found his resistance crumbling. He knew she could probably make him do anything and that just ate him up – knowing they could never be together. He was head over heels for her. That made it manipulation, didn't it?

Isabella took her time transforming him – first handing him a pair of silk panties to put on in the bathroom and then wrap a towel around himself to preserve his modesty. Next, she shaved his legs and arms and applied a buttery cream that made his skin super soft and bronzed. Her touch made Alec grateful for the towel covering his now semi-interested manhood. She trimmed his nails and eyebrows and applied subtle makeup that reframed his face completely in a new more feminine light. He had a slight frame and gentle features and it didn't take much to make him look androgynous – the wig pushed him firmly into girlishness. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it was time to dress him. Isabella eased impossibly soft silk stockings up his freshly smooth legs and snapped to tops around his thighs to hold them in place. A bra and the heels came next and Alec looked like something from a pin-up calendar decked out in full make-up, lingerie and heels. He stood awkwardly in the stilettos and Isabella passed the dress over his head and let the soft fabric drop down over his body. He had only moments to adjust to his new appearance when the bell rang. Isabella opened the door to let her boyfriend inside, who was followed by...what the hell?!

“Isabella, babe!” The girl gushed – her jaw dropping open at the sight of Alec sitting sheepishly in his outfit. “You set me up with a trap? And an adorable one at that! Girl, I know we're twins, but I still can't believe you know me this well!” The new girl blushed, clearly smitten with her date already as Isabella stood with her arms folded and a satisfied smile on her face – otherwise they were completely identical.