Greg to Georgina

Greg to Georgina.

Part 1 .

I'm just a regular guy, I like a beer, I hate queers, trannies, perverts all that, I'm as straight as they come. Honestly, Ok at five six I'm no quarter back and girls don't exactly throw themselves at my feet, but really back then I was doing just fine working my way through uni.

I guess it was boredom, like I was surfing the net like you do, in the faculty library, the only one on campus where the server wasn't programmed so anything unsuitable for a five year old came up as "Message Blocked, Adult Content," and there was this thing about Ladyboys, which I downloaded onto my thumb drive, we called them memory sticks back then, and I forgot about it. Like completely. I only realised what I had done next day when I got home from class and checked my emails.

I guess I was lucky, Amelia Harper, a girl I never saw before found the Thumb next morning, like it wasn't encrypted or anything, and pretty soon she found my essays, with my student number class and name across the top and of course the porn.  She found me on facebook, and emailed me.

"I have something you need." she explained.

I emailed her back, thanked her profusely and, after a few returns of suggestions we agreed to meet, at the faculty library, at noon next day.

I checked her on facebook, she had freckles for christs sake and twin piggy tails of brown hair, and brown eyes, and she looked pretty, not pretty, but pretty ordinary.

She was in the Library before me, looking at the notice board. "Hi, I'm Greg." I announced, she was as tall as me I realised, and there was something brooding in those dark eyes of hers. "Do you have my Thumb."

She giggled, "Oh you mean Memory stick!" she laughed as she took a Thumb drive from her purse, A red one, 1GB, mine was silver. "It's all there," she said, "You essays, and stuff."

"Where's my Thumb?" I asked.

"It's like insurance," she said, "It works as long as you pay the premium."

"Hey, hold on." I whispered.

"Or I could let the Principal find it." she whispered, "Just email your cell phone number and I'll be in touch."

She grinned wickedly and slipped away.

Trouble was she had no more idea of what she would do with the damned drive than I did.

I emailed her my cell phone number and pretty soon she rang me, "Hi Greg," she said and then she just asked, "Greg, is your hair naturally curly." I heard giggling in the background,

"What?" I asked.

"Do you curl your hair?" she asked.

I never bothered much about it, it curled naturally, not tight like Negroes but just curls, like I guess I should have got it straightened or cut short but it just wasn't a priority.

"Sure, it's natural, Why?" I asked.

"Carrie wanted to know," she giggled, and she cut the call off.

I sort of tried to forget about it but then on Thursday night around eight I got a call from Amelia , "Greg, I think you should come over,"

"Come over where," I asked.

"Our Dorm of course!" She replied. " Anna Marie Richter building room 27."

"I'm not allowed." I explained.

"That's your problem!" she replied helpfully, "Half an hour?" she added "Or shall I let the Principal." I cut her short.

"No, I'll come." I replied.

I slipped my quilted jacket over my Tee shirt, and Levis, found my sneakers and set off across the campus, the building was maybe half a mile from my room so I had plenty of time, and the guard barely looked as I walked by.

I knocked on door 37, Amelia opened it revealing her friends Carrie Michaelson and Lavinia Carstairs waiting inside, my heart sank, two stunning blondes, sort of girls who could have any boy they wanted waiting on me, I had a bad feeling.

The room was no bigger than mine, even more untidy perhaps, posters festooned the walls, pop stars mainly, just a bedroom with dressing table with mirrors, a sink and somewhere to make coffee, and a few lockers, very basic.  Amelia sat in front of her computer, Lavinia and Carrie sat together on the single bed, all dressed in almost a uniform of white Tee Shirts and stone washed Denim Jeans

"See I told you he'd get in." Lavinia exclaimed.

"It's the curly hair!" said Carrie, "Old Harry thought you were a girl."

"What with a five o'clock shadow like that?" Amelia exclaimed, "I told you he was nothing like as pretty in real life as in his facebook entry!"

"You might have shaved!" Carrie snorted,  "It's only polite when you visit a girl, shower and shave."

"I guess he showered," Lavinia observed, "or else he tipped a whole bottle of aftershave over himself."

"That's cheap drugstore deodorant," Amelia noted, "I think we should make him shave."

"Oh no!" I said.

"Now Gregory, you don't really have a lot of options here do you?" Carrie observed,

"But if you won't shave well how about some of this." She held a tube of depilatory cream.

"Hell, that will burn my face!" I protested.

"Who said anything about your face?" Lavinia observed with a sly grin.

"No, it says suitable for facial hair on the box," Amelia informed me .

"Look what do you want?" I asked nervously.

"It's not what we want but our duty as citizens which matters here," Carrie announced seriously, "Gregory has impure thoughts and needs correction, and we are to be the instruments of the correction, isn't that right girls."

They agreed happily.  "Sit down," Carrie motioned for me to sit on the bed between herself and Lavinia.

"Look I'm not sure about this!" I exclaimed but I sat down and watched as Carrie squeezed some yellowish cream into the palm of her slender delicate hand, and brought it up to my face.

I shuddered, "It's cold," I protested but it was the thrill of her soft touch and the slightly perfume of her firm body which caused the shudder, her deep blue eyes just inches away peering intently. "It burns." I added.

"It stinks." Lavinia protested, as she moved away. "I didn't realise it smelled so bad!"

"That's because you only use it on your," Amelia giggled leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Keep your eyes shut," Carrie warned as she moved up around my top lip working he cream firmly into my pores.

"You're supposed to wash first." Amelia observed.

"I did." Carrie insisted.

"His face!" Amelia explained.

"Oh!" Carrie giggled.

"Leave for ten minutes then rinse." Amelia read, "Lets look at some pictures while we wait." she punched the switch and the computer monitor came to life, a Latino girl, pretty small breasted, smiling at the camera, I recognised it, taken from my Thumb drive, two more pictures followed and in the fourth she would turn and reveal.

"Isn't she pretty, Greg," Lavinia observed, "Do you like her?"

"Look I was only." I started to say.

"Oooooh, she's not a she is she?" Lavinia pointed out unnecessarily as the girl on screen changed pose to reveal six or seven inches of solid muscled penis protruding from her glistening hairless crotch.

"That's why Greg has such girly curly hair girls, he wants to be a girl like us!" Amelia observed delightedly.

"Do you Greg?" asked Carrie, as she rubbed my face once more, "Because we need a new friend."

"The ugly awkward one to make us look good!" Lavinia added.

"Hey, wait till I get to work with the make up," Amelia suggested, "guys will be falling over themselves to date you."

"Very funny!" I added. "My face is stinging, are you sure it said for facial use?"

"So wash!" Amelia suggested as she showed me, "I'll do it!"

She took  a brown plastic bowl and half filled it with water before throwing a face cloth in and bringing it across to me, "Hold still," she ordered and she started to rinse the stubble away.

I felt my erection stirring, "Oh that's no good at all." she cooed, "that's not very girlie is it?"

"No," I replied awkwardly.

"No Miss, show respect." Amelia ordered.

"I think proper Lady-Boys tape their thingies down." Lavinia observed, "At least the ones on Gregs Thumb drive seem to!"

"Oh, lets make Greg do it too!" Carrie suggested, if it was supposed to make me less aroused it failed completely.

"It seems to be getting bigger," Amelia observed, "Maybe we had better do something about it!"

"Yes, a cold shower!" Lavinia suggested.

"Hey!" I objected, but before I could stop them Amelia had twisted my arm behind my back and they were pushing me down the corridor to the communal bathroom.

"Back, Harry's coming, "Lavinia wailed, as she somehow sensed or heard Harry approach so we rapidly returned to Amelia's room.

"I think if we wash it with cold water?" Carrie suggested.

"Yes, get his pants off." Amelia cried as she seized my belt and dragged my zipper down,

"Hey," I shouted and tried to struggle free from Amelia's grip.

"Hold him hand me that pantihose Lavinia, grab his other wrist Carrie." Amelia ordered and before I could stop them they had twisted the legs of the pantihose around my wrists and I was helpless.

Amelia dragged my Y fronts down around my ankles and to my extreme embarrassment my penis stood out and proud like a flagpole.

"It's quite big for a little fellow." Lavinia observed, naively," quite obscene."

"Yes, it's a threat to our honour, we need to tame it." Carrie agreed, "but first." she lifted my length with the end of Amelia's hair brush which was lying on the dressing table, we need to," she stopped short as she gazed in horror..

The touch with the brush was the final straw, my Prick twitched convulsed and suddenly I was pumping my load all over Amelia's floor.

"You filthy pig!" Amelia squealed delightedly, as she observed the creamy trail across her polished floor.

"What a nasty thing, it needs to be restrained," Carrie observed as she handed me a tissue, "clean yourself up."

I did as she asked, "Look this is getting." I broke off, "come on let me go."

"Shut it pervert." Amelia said "lets get that thing tied down."

Lavinia pulled my pants off my feet and then, said, "You guys got any old Pantihose?"

"Yeah why?" Amelia asked.

"If we cut the legs off, and he wears a couple of pairs it should hold his thing out of the way." Lavinia suggested.

"Hey," I protested but it was too late, Amelia produced some torn pantihose from under the bed and scissors from her dressing table and Lavinia crudely hacked off the legs to leave just some pretty much reinforced panties.

"Oh no," I protested but they pulled them up my legs and Carrie produced a pair of rubber gloves from Amelia's top drawer, and after slipping them on she guided my now flaccid member back between my legs as Amelia pulled up the makeshift panties pushing my manhood hard up against my anus.

"Oooh look," Amelia cried in surprise, "It's going to work!"

"Put this old skirt on him," Carrie suggested, as she found a stained and split black miniskirt Amelia had thrown under her bed and they made me pull it on.

"She's a bit flat chested!" Lavinia observed, "Do you still have those falsies you wore last semester?"

"All right, you can laugh!" Carrie snorted in mock annoyance, "but yes, they're in my room, I''l get them."

Carrie was gone around five minutes and returned with a pink bra with obviously padded cups, "Try this" she suggested.

"How will we get it over his arms?" Lavinia asked.

"The straps come off so you can wear it with bare shoulders," Carrie replied.

"Go on then." Amelia ordered as she grasped my Tee shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving it hanging on my arms behind my back..

Carrie pulled the bra around me, she detached the shoulder straps at the back to slip them over my shoulders and I felt a tremor of excitement in her grip, a firm warmth as she pulled the material up against my chest.

"Shorten the  straps" Amelia suggested and as Carrie fiddled so the padded mounds settled onto me.

"Hows that, comfortable?" Carrie asked, I nodded so she pulled my Tee shirt back on,

Suddenly the shirt was well filled, rising up at the front to show my navel.

"Gosh," Lavinia exclaimed, "He looks like a regular girl!"

"Except the legs!" Carrie observed, "Get a razor Amelia."

"I.m not using my Razor on that pervert!" Amelia retorted.

"It's ok, get another tomorrow," Lavinia added, "And shaving cream!"

Amelia reluctantly found her little razor, and Lavina filled a bowl with warm water and as she soaped my legs so Amelia scraped away the hairs.

"Please be careful," I asked, unnecessarily as Amelia's nimble fingers did their work "He has lovely smooth thighs." said Lavinia wistfully, as Amelia shaved right up to my makeshift panties.

"We better make a proper job." Carrie suggested.

"What, his thingy." Amelia suggested.

"No!" I squealed, "You cant it, you might cut me!"

"She meant cream." Lavinia pointed out, "depilatory cream!"

"Good Idea, but I meant shave his balls" Carrie corrected.

"Oh god no you can't" I argued.

"Do the legs with cream first." Amelia suggested. "Then we'll see!"

"I'll shave my balls myself." I offered.

"That's no fun," Amelia argued, as she picked up the tube of depilatory cream and started to work it in to me.

My prick was now in a bad way, over stimulated yet constrained I thought my balls would burst, as Amelia's soft fingers worked the cream into my legs.

They, made me stand and pulled off my makeshift knickers, my prick stood rigidly to attention, pre cum leaking, the veins bulging, a nuclear missile about to explode.

"Hold the bowl, Amelia," Carrie said as she pulled her rubber gloves on, "This bull needs milking."

She cupped my balls with her left hand and encircled the shaft with her right and as I looked at her smile, her perfect teeth, her pale pink lips, and those deep blue eyes, I lost control instantly.

The girls giggled helplessly as my cum splashed uselessly into the bowl, and my penis gradually softened again.

Carrie started to snip away my pubic hairs with scissors but Lavinia suggested that the should leave a heart shape, so they set to work, Carrie snipping with scissors, Amelia scraping with the Razor, Lavinia dabbing on cream where bare skin was revealed.

"Enough." I ordered as Amelia got down to my balls but Lavinia just dragged my shoulders back and I fell back onto the bed and before I could recover she sat on me, her backside against my chin, her shirt rose upto leave her warm round firm bottom, with bared buttocks where her thong had pulled tight.

"Its gone stiff again!" Ameila announced.

I went stiff with fear, as well as stiff with excitement, as I felt the tickling as Amelia scraped the hairs away, and then as Lavinia applied some cold cream to my red hot member the inevitable happened, Amelia took the full force in her face, "You filthy pig." she said but she was smiling.

Cum dripped from her eyebrow and down her cheek to the corner of her mouth where she absent mindedly stuck out her tongue to lick the drip up. "It's salty." she said, "What?"

Lavinia and Carrie just giggled, "It's all over your face." Lavinia gasped.

"You slut!" Carrie giggled.

"You're jealous!" Amelia retorted, "See it's salty," she wiped some from her eyebrow and placed the cum covered finger against Lavinia's lips, "See taste it."

"Yuck, it's slimy" Lavinia squealed.

Carrie wiped some from Amelia's cheek, "Not too bad!" she exclaimed, "I had worse."

"Lavinia's never given head." said Carrie conspiratorially.

"I have so" Lavinia argued.

"Perhaps you can practice on Greg!" Carrie squealed delightedly.

"Hey." I shouted, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No" they answered in Chorus.

Amelia started to wash away the cream from my legs and belly, "Yuck there's his stuff in that water" Carrie cried.

"So?" Amelia countered, "Pass a cloth over." Lavinia started to dry me bending ever further forward giving ever better views of her inviting buttocks.

"No!" Amelia wailed as I tried to stiffen again, and she yanked my makeshift panties up had against my crotch before neatly guiding my penis back between my legs with her bare fingers.

"Hey guys it's nearly midnight," Amelia suddenly observed, "Quick put his stuff in a carrier bag and get him out of here."

"He'll have to sigh out!" Lavinia  squealed.

"He can't sign out as Greg," Amelia announced.

"What was the name of the girl from off campus you used to have over?" Carrie asked, "The one with the frizzy hair?"

"Oh Georgie, Georgina Andrews" Amelia replied

"So sign out as Georgina ah, what," Carrie suggested

"Why not Anderson, similar but not the same?" Lavinia suggested

"Yes Georgina Anderson."

Lavinia let me get up, she undid my wrists and Amelia pulled my skirt up, Carrie pushed my sneakers on and did the laces and they pushed me out the door.

"Bye Georgina, see you tomorrow!" they all trilled in Unison.

To be continued