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Chapter 16: Shake that Ass
Sat Feb 9, 2008 9:40pm
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Yet More Feminization

“I think it’s time we go join the party, Blondie,” declared the smiling Felicity. “Your guests are anxiously waiting for you. I’m sure Mitch can’t WAIT to see you.” Felicity looked at me and grinned wider, amused by my blushing face. She teased me by lifting up the front of the babydoll for one last peak at my now-smooth crotch. “You’d better be careful out there, Blondie, or they’ll discover our new little secret.” She paused for effect. “And I do mean little.” The giggling Felicity took my hand and led me down the hallway. My sense of dread was extreme, and, as you will soon see, this dread would prove to be well founded.

When we reached the clearing of the entrance to the living room, I was welcomed with an exuberant outburst from the reveling group. Becky was the first to greet me. “Oh, look at you in your babydoll, how adorable!” she teased. “Come, come, you must say hello to your new guest.” She took my hand and pulled, and I reluctantly followed her to where Mitch was sitting on the couch. I self-consciously pulled down on the hem of the babydoll, unsuccessful in my efforts to cover my naked thighs.

“Blondie, it’s a pleasure to see you,” said Mitch, his eyes lighting up as he focused his gaze on my smooth legs. He reached out and ran his fingers up my leg, starting at my ankle. When he reached my knee, I backed away, blushing crimson as the girls giggled merrily.

“That Blondie, always playing hard to get, isn’t he?” said Brenda. “Come over here, sweetie, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Brenda was on the other end of the L-shaped couch. I nervously walked over to her, not at all excited about any surprises that she had for me. She patted the vacant spot on her left. “Have a seat, Princess.” I did so, vigilantly pulling down on the hem of the babydoll as I leaned back on the sofa. I winced noticeably when Brenda reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of lipstick. “We need to pretty you up a little more, sweetheart. I know you want to make a good impression for your new boyfriend, don’t you?” I turned away from Brenda without answering, looking down at the floor. “Turn towards me, let’s fix you up,” she said, while taking my chin between her thumb and forefinger and turning my head to face hers. I watched gloomily as Brenda opened the bright red lipstick and painstakingly applied it to my lips.

Meanwhile, Julie had inched her way close to me on my other side, and was stroking her fingers up and down my left thigh. “Oh, Blondie, I just love your pretty legs. They’re soooo nice and smooth,” she giggled. The other girls joined in her giggling, and somehow I managed to blush brighter, which was not lost on Brenda.

“Well, we certainly don’t need to put any blush on you,” she said, grinning. “You’re blushing like a little schoolgirl already.” Brenda returned the lipstick to her purse and pulled out some more makeup. “Time to enhance your pretty eyes, girlie-boy.” While I sat there miserably, Brenda proceeded to carefully apply light blue eye shadow on me, followed by mascara on my eyelashes. During this time, Julie was strumming her fingers lightly up and down my hairless left arm.

“I love your little girlie arms, Blondie; they’re so CUTE!” Again, the sound of giggling girls resonated throughout the living room.

Brenda returned the eye makeup to her purse and sat up straight, tilting her head back slightly to inspect the results of her efforts. “Oh, how lovely you look, Princess. I’m so jealous, you look prettier than I do,” she teased mercilessly. I remember thinking that it was scary, but she was probably right. Brenda was dressed in a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, and here I was, in a short, sexy babydoll, becoming more feminized by the second. “Oh, just one last touch, sweetie pie,” she said, as if just remembering something. Again she reached into her bag of tricks, this time pulling out a small spray bottle. “Tilt your pretty head back a little bit, Princess,” she directed, while gently helping me along by lifting my chin. “That’s a good girl.” Brenda then sprayed some perfume to the top of my neck, and followed that up by lifting my right hand and spraying some more on the inside of my wrist. She leaned towards me and gently touched her nose to my neck, sniffing softly. “Mmmm, mmm, you smell delicious, Princess.” She tugged lightly on the side of the babydoll. “You better be careful, or Mitch might just rip this thing right off and ravage you right on the spot!” The giggling escalated to boisterous laughter, sending me further into the depths of my mortification.


Shake that Groove Thing

When the laughter subsided, the energized Felicity sprung in front of me and took hold of both of my hands, pulling me up. “Come, Blondie, you MUST see how pretty you look.” She eagerly pulled me in front of a decorative, full-length mirror near the fireplace. I couldn’t help but notice in the reflection that Mitch was staring at me, grinning lecherously. As Felicity stood next to me, beaming, I looked at my reflection and couldn’t believe what I saw. With my youngish, soft features and my hairless arms and legs, if I didn’t know better, I could have mistaken myself for a thirteen-year-old girl with a boyish haircut. Felicity wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on my blushing cheek. “Oh, Blondie, you make such a cute little young lady. I feel like I’ve found a new girlfriend tonight.” She giggled to herself, and made a motion to lift up the front of the babydoll. “Of course, I could pull this up, and we’d all see that you’re really a pretty little boy.” Panicked, I quickly pulled her hand away. Again the little devil giggled freely.

“Can you show Mitch your frou-frou undies, Blondie?” asked Marcia mischievously from her seat in the middle of the couch. Obviously, she (along with everyone but Felicity) was not aware that Felicity brought me out there without a stitch on underneath the babydoll. I flinched noticeably, fearful of where this was heading. I stood there transfixed, unable to move.

“Oh yes, Blondie,” chimed in Joanne, “Show us your pretty panties again.”

“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” said Felicity as she darted down the hallway towards the bedroom. She quickly returned, holding the panties in question high in the air with both hands.

“Whoahhh!” came the outcries from the party guests, as they realized the significance of Felicity’s actions.

“Does this mean…?” Cheryl was interrupted by the impish Felicity.

“Let’s just say that if we were to take off Blondie’s babydoll, then he’d be wearing nothing but a bright blush on his face.”

“Ooohh!” exclaimed Mitch and the girls. Indeed, I was blushing ever so brightly. It was at this point that Mitch had a lot to do with worsening my already pitiful plight.

“Are you sure he’s not wearing other panties under there, girls?” was his simple, but provocative question. Of course, it was a question that the girls pounced on.

“Come on, Blondie,” my sister Becky coaxed, “Let’s see whatcha got under there.” The girls joined in noisily with their agreement. It was Felicity, yet again, who took control of my next humiliation. Taking me by the hand, she led me to an area a few feet in front of Mitch, facing me away from him. She stood directly in front of me, looking me in the eyes with a devilish grin on her face.

“What do you think, Blondie, shall we show Mitch and the girls just how naked you are under there?”

“Please, don’t do this,” I pleaded. It was the first time that I had spoken since Felicity brought me back out there. Naturally, my appeal fell on deaf ears.

“Put your hands on my shoulders, Blondie.” Grudgingly, I complied. “Are you ready, Blondie? Are you ready to show Mitch your sweet cheeks?” She giggled, and in my fear my breathing became faster. Felicity inched closer to me, then reached around me with both hands, taking hold of the back hem of the babydoll. “Look at me, Blondie.” When I did, she raised the back of the babydoll to the small of my back, exposing my naked derrière. I flinched, involuntarily squeezing my ass cheeks together. A loud uproar arose from behind me. I looked at Felicity, who was obviously filled with excitement over her latest stroke. “Look in the mirror, Blondie,” she instructed. I looked up at the mirror on the wall and could see the grinning faces of Mitch and the other six girls as they stared at my naked condition. A sick feeling came over me as I swear I saw Mitch make an adjustment to his crotch. “Swivel your hips for them, Blondie,” ordered Felicity, as she held the material of the babydoll against my hips, and helped me along by rotating them in a circle. I could only imagine the display I was putting on. It was humiliating enough in front of all the girls, but the knowledge that Mitch was almost certainly deriving a sexual thrill from my performance made it downright unbearable.

“Becky, put on some music!” yelled Brenda excitedly. Becky, not one to let an opportunity go by, hurriedly slipped a Ricky Martin CD in the stereo. The song was called “Maria,” and it had a fast beat to it. “Shake it, Blondie! Shake that ass!” screamed Brenda and a couple of the other girls.

With their screaming and Felicity’s not-so-subtle prodding with her hands, I reluctantly began swaying my hips from side to side. My movement didn’t quite keep up with the music.

“Faster, Blondie, faster!” they screamed. I shook my hips faster, much to the amusement (and stimulation) of my audience.

“Oh, I have to see this!” cried Felicity. “Here, Blondie, hold up your babydoll for me.” Now absolutely miserable, I reached back and held up the babydoll. I momentarily slowed down my hips. “Keep shaking it, Blondie!” ordered Felicity as she stepped behind me. “Faster, faster!” I sped up my hip movement, while listening to Mitch and the girls whooping it up behind me.

“Go Blondie! Go Blondie! Go Blondie!” yelled a few of the girls in unison—with more than a little derision to their tone, I might add. They clapped their hands and screamed “Go Blondie!” and “Shake that ass!” while I continued shaking my hips, much to the delight and entertainment of my sadistic tormentors.


I’ll have to stop here for now. I’ll need some time to gather myself to muster up the courage to relate to you what else happened to me during this portion of my most humiliating encounter.

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              • awesomelongitude, Mon Nov 7 10:59am
                Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.
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    • Chapter 16: Shake that Ass — Blondie., Sat Feb 9 9:40pm
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