03 - In over my head
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By Sketchy
Thu Jun 28, 2007 9:32 am
In over my head
Me, my girlfriend Sarah (We're both 16. She has a nice body and long brown hair) and our friends play alot of poker. Maybe too much, considering that we sometimes use it to settle arguments and fights. That's how this all got started.
One night we were going to a party, and I went to Sarah's house to wait for her. I ending up waiting for about an hour and a half, which sparked the age old complaint of men, why do women take so long to get ready to go somewhere. Finally, we decided on how to settle it.
"Here's an idea," said Sarah.
"We'll play best 2 out of 3 hands of poker. I you win, I won't take so long in the future, and I'll do "something" for you."
"Sounds great," I said. Then she voiced the other outcome.
"But," she began, "If I win, you'll have to dress up in girl's clothes for an entire weekend. Next, weekend actually. Our parents will all be gone for the whole weekend, and I'm having a sleepover with some of my girls."
"What will I have to do?" I asked.
"You'll just cross-dress, change for each day, bedtime, and for when we go swimming in the pool. Aside from that, just do girly things and watch girly movies."
I struggled with this decision. I was tempted by what she said she would do if I won, but scared of my losing outcome. I eventually agreed. We went to the party and had our fun.
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When we got back, we played the three hands and she won. This was where her deceit began, because she still had a clear enough head to trick me, where as I was easily fooled at the time. She later revealed to me that she had rigged a deck and switched them when I wasn't looking.
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We agreed that she would come to my house on Friday night to get me ready to go to her house. Our parents were leaving early Friday morning. They would not be back until Tuesday morning.
Everything worked out so conveniently, because our parents both worked for the same company, and although they didn't travel a lot, when they did, they went away for a long time. In addition, my parents trusted me home alone during the summer, and the neighbor that was keeping an eye on Sarah only came around in the late morning, and around six at night, only for a few minutes at a time.
Before this weekend, these weekends were every teenager's dream. After this weekend, I didn't think so.
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Friday evening came around, and Sarah knocked at my door, carrying a duffle bag. We went to the bathroom and she took some lotion, a razor, and an electric shaver from her bag. Then she sent me in and told me what to do from the other side.
"If your going to be a girl, T (Sarah's not her real name, T is short for mine.)," Sarah began to explain, "You need to shave all your hair Except the stuff on top of your head."
So I shaved my facial, leg and armpit hair, finishing with my pubes. I redressed and she gave me the clothes she had bought for me to put on. They included flesh-colored pantyhose, a pair of pink panties and a bra, pink ankle socks, a black spaghetti string top, shoes, and a jean skirt. After I put on the panties, I had trouble with the pantyhose and the bra, so she helped me out with them, and the skirt. I put on the socks and shoes, and before I put on the top, she stuffed two large, ball shaped beanbags into my bra cups, so that I had breasts. When I had finished, she came up behind me, and put a shoulder-length blond wig on my head. We stepped back and looked into the mirror to survey her handiwork. I gasped.
I looked fairly convincing. If I had makeup, you didn't know what I looked like, and I talked in a higher pitch I could have passed for a 16-year old girl.
I turned to Sarah and gave her a mischievous grin.
"No makeup?" I quipped, sarcastically.
"No," she replied seriously, but grinning.
"The girls are going to help us with that when we get to my house."
"Okay then."
I looked back in the mirror. A fatal mistake.
There was a clicking sound, and I felt cold metal encircling my wrists.
A shouted in protest and turned around to see that Sarah had handcuffed my wrists, and was doing the same to my ankles.
She sat me down on the sink, while she went back to her bag and fished around in it.
"Hey, this wasn't part of the agreement. What are you doing?!" I shouted in protest.
"It's simple," she answered
"You wouldn't have wanted to stay dressed up for long. So we figured that this would keep you all girly."
She pulled some duct tape out of the bag.
"Besides," she said while pulling a long strip off the roll.
"It's more fun to kidnap you."
She slapped the tape over my mouth, and I started to scream through the gag, while struggling against the cuffs, which I soon found out were real, when they didn't break.
Sarah left the room to make a phone call, then came back. She wrapped tape around my wrists and removed the cuffs. Then she wrapped more above and below my new breasts, and around my wrists and waist so that I could not slip my hands under my butt and around front.
She sat me on the floor, while I continued to scream.
"I was afraid of this," she sighed.
"Just tape isn't enough."
What happened next stunned me into silence. She stood up, and lifted her skirt to reveal her panties. They were completely pink, except for a red heart on the front. She pulled them off, and folded them and balled them up so that the heart was at the front of the ball of panties.
"Do you know where these are going?" she asked.
I shook my head dumbly, not knowing.
"These are going in your mouth," she said as she pulled the tape off my mouth.
I clamped my mouth shut in horror and shook my head grunting 'No!' through my teeth.
She took her camera and some earplugs out of her bag, shoved the earplugs up my nose, and waited for them to expand. Sure enough, they cut off my air. I opened my mouth, took in one deep breath, and then the panties were crammed in my mouth. She got her camera and took a picture of me. Then she pushed the panties back as far as she could without choking me, pulled my lips together and slapped another strip of tape over my mouth. The result was amazing. My earlier screams had been reduced to soft grunts and moans, which turned to timid mews, as I now was afraid of what would happen next.
She took the earplugs out of my nose and showed me the picture. When I saw it, I under stood why she had folded her panties. My mouth was wide open, filled with hot pink, and a red heart in the center of it all.
She took a rope out of her bag, hobbled my ankles, uncuffed them, put on a ski mask and walked me outside. There was a car there with three other people; Sarah's friends judging by the hair protruding from under the ski masks. My eyes darted to the back of the car. The trunk was open. I started to make muffled, frightened, panicked noises and tried to walk back to the house, but two of the figures came over and helped Sarah force me to walk to the trunk, where I was forced into a sitting position on the lip of the trunk.
No one spoke while they finished their work. One girl held me to keep me from falling into the trunk, while another held my ankles, and then my legs together; in order to help the third tape my legs. My hobble-rope was removed, and my ankles were taped. Tape was then wound above and below my knees, before I was finally stood up so that my thighs could be taped.
I was sat back down again, essentially in immobile worm; a limbless body that could only squirm and wriggle.
They took my picture sitting on the lip of the trunk, fear and pleading in my eyes.
Then Sarah came over.
"We're going to have a lot of fun with you!", she said ominously.
Then she pushed me backwards and I gave a little "Mmphh!" of surprise and minor pain as I fell into the trunk and hit the floor. I rolled onto my side and looked up at Sarah. I could see her smile under the ski mask. I gave a stifled, fearful squeal of pleading as I looked up to see her close the trunk, plunging me into darkness.
As the car started and we started to pull away, a sinking feeling grew in my stomach. She had done things not agreed on. I knew it could only get worse, as I was undoubtedly in WAY over my head.
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Sketchy's stories
- 01 - Ambush (M/F)
- 02 - Escapism (F/M)
- 03 - In over my head (f/m, f+/m)
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