Travesti

Oliver’s French tipped fingers ached. worn and bruised just like the real
things…just like the rest of his body…well. this body he had woken up in. But. in
spite of his initial instinct to run, he had picked up that broom and now the
previously disgusting workshop glowed around him. He pulled up a stocking that
had begun to droop a little and snapped it back into place and carefully placed the
broom back in the corner to admire his work. His satisfaction was short-lived and
he was brought crashing back down to Earth as he remembered the predicament
he was in. The sound of a key turning caught his ear and he watched with baited
breath as a small, mousy looking woman let herself in…

Tight. Sooooo tight… Not just bodysuit tight, but debilitatingly tight. Like
la’ck in the balls debilitating. lt was clear almost immediately that the add-
ons designed to make the suit ‘s wearer a dominant sex goddess were never
coming. In their place. the painful squeezing brought other sensations;
wealmess that sapped his strength so badly he could barely stand, crippling
self-doubt and fear of another…his mistress. Lucy approached, grinning
victoriously…

Who’d believe that I used to be a nerd, huh?

I thought it was a suspicious when I was invited to a party at Craig’s house. For years he’d
bullied me but a party at a popular person’s home was too good an oppurtunity to miss.
When I arrived, Craig let me in and I walked into the living room. No one else was here.
Suddenly the I heard the door close.