Chapter 4

I had asked Courtney if I could use the bathroom to remove the makeup that she and Tina had so artfully applied to my face, but she just laughed and motioned me out the door. So I was on the streets of the upper east side with my head down, trying to rub off the lipstick and mascara with a small tissue. I was too terrified to look up, fearing that I might see someone I knew only blocks from my own apartment. I bent down and managed to get a look at my face in the side view mirror of a parked Toyota. I saw that I had rubbed the eye makeup into sad looking dark rings around my eyes, and some of Courtney's more detailed work was still plainly visible. The lipstick proved more stubborn, making my mouth look like a crying clown's. As I neared my apartment I silently prayed that Fred the talkative doorman would somehow be off duty. No such luck, I thought as I saw his familiar form perched at the doorway. I took a deep breath and tried to get past him as quickly as possible, grunting a terse 'Hello".

"Evening Mr. Quintin. Hey, Knicks don't look like they're going anywhere this year. Lost to Orlando tonight. Shaq made Ewing look real bad. Think he's lost it?"

All I could think about was the soap in my bathroom that would make me into a man again. The last thing on my mind was the relative performance of some highly paid athletes. I just gave him an arms up shrug as I went past, saying "Looks bad" as I moved hurriedly to the relative security of the elevator. I had my dreams of safety shattered as the door opened and Jennifer, the investment banker from my floor, was staring me right in my highly decorated face. I could feel it turning red, which probably hid some of the lipstick but accentuated the mascara.

"Hiya, Steve" her initial tone showed no outward sign of anything unusual, but her eyes seemed glued to my face and her mouth hung open as I grimaced silently and anxiously pushed past her. I heard her verbally stumble on another phrase that never made it fully out. Mercifully, I felt her gaze finally leave my beautified face. The doors closed and I was finally safe and alone. My reflection spoke to me from the mirrored wall of the elevator.

I had been transformed into a pathetic girlish clown. I got to my apartment, took off all my clothes and attacked the shower with a passion. I ran the bar of soap over my chest. The words "Worthless, wimpy male slut slave" were still there. I wondered if I could ever really get them off. I still felt helpless and I was beginning to feel scared.

The next day was Saturday, and my instructions were to meet Courtney at Victoria's Secret at 2. I put on my cowboy boots and leather jacket, what my ex girlfriend had called my "Marlboro Man" outfit. I guess I felt as if my masculinity needed a running start when attempting to deal with Courtney.

I got there at 2, the two girls showed up at 2:15. Tina looked at my macho outfit and laughed "Hey, big guy, didn't recognize you without your eye liner on."

Courtney had a different reaction. She looked me over for a second, then turned to her friend "This isn't going to do at all. We are going to have to take him home and get him ready. He can't go shopping dressed up like Clint Eastwood. Taxi!" A beat up yellow cab pulled up.

They were mercifully silent in the cab, and I felt good about leaving the rest of the world behind as we entered Courtney's lobby. I didn't know what they had planned for me, but I knew that all control was slipping away from me and that I needed to regain some of it fast. I took off my leather jacket and dropped it across a chair as soon as we entered the apartment. Courtney told me to take the rest of my clothes off. The thought of me being naked in mid afternoon in front of the two fully clothed women brought out a small bit of masculine pride that had somehow withstood yesterday's attack. I told her no.

"Oh boy" Tina spoke first "I knew it, Court. He's not worth it. He's too stupid."

I didn't like being called stupid and was working on the courage to confront the smirking Asian woman when Courtney suddenly captured all of my attention with one of her most hypnotic stares yet. Her beautiful dark eyes seemed focused about three inches inside my skull, as if reading the lines on my cerebellum. Her look was one of severe anger and disappointment and I thought for a brief second that she was on the verge of tears. She then smacked me across the face with surprising strength. It stung like hell.

"She's absolutely right" Courtney began in carefully moderated tones, her crisp clear voice seeming to bypass my ears and go directly into my brain. I was trembling. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt because I know this is new to you, but you really are acting like a big jerk right now. And I don't like jerks at all." She walked over and switched on the VCR, the TV already on with the quotidian MTV. In a few seconds, Sheryl Crow gave way to a shaking, poorly lit scene of a naked man, seeming like a low level porno.

He seemed woozy, pitiful. There was something written on his chest. It was clearly me. I had a sickening urge to vomit. Then the sight of my major league hard-on being measured ever so carefully filled up the screen. The first few seconds of Courtney casually stepping on my head came on and I dreaded the thought of having to hear my upcoming confession. Suddenly, to my everlasting relief, Sheryl Crow was back on singing "All I Wanna Do" Tina put down the remote control. "That was gross. I want some music." Courtney took me by the arm and led me in to the bedroom. I noticed I was following her obediently. She closed the door behind us.

"It's not as if I'm going to take this tape and send it to everybody at your work, but I could if I wanted to. I also know this guy who has an hour a week on a public access cable channel. He would love to play it, and then you would never know who the hell saw it or how many copies there were. Speaking of which..." she took the cassette out of the machine and tossed it to me.

"You can have this copy." I felt utterly powerless. "I guess you could sue him if he aired it. That would get you really big exposure. Maybe even Hard Copy. Or, you could just get used to having to trust me."

"The fact is that, at my will I could effortlessly crush you like an insect.

Your will means nothing. Doesn't that tell you something? And please stop me if I say something that isn't true." I was silent, scared to utter a sound. She put her hand on my arm and the tactile feel of her skin made me tighten imperceptibly. "I didn't threaten you into making that tape, I didn't put a gun to your head. I didn't trick you. I simply overwhelmed you, Steve. I spoke to you, touched you, I stuck my sweaty sneaker in your face and you starting squirming like a happy puppy. Do you want to try it on me? Do you think in a million years that you could make me volunteer to make a tape like that? I don't think so. I pleasured you into your act of surrender and I'm afraid there is no going back. If you can't see that you are overmatched from your perspective I can assure you that I can see it from mine. Now take off your clothes."

I realized that I hadn't said a word in about ten minutes. The building could have burned down in that time and I wouldn't have known it, so riveting was the delivery of her all too logical soliloquy. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew that it was in my best interest to obey her. In a few minutes I was naked before her glare, erection and all.

"Get down on your hands and knees. You embarrassed me in front of my friend.

I am going to ride you out of here like a horse so she can see that...that the natural order of things has been blissfully reestablished."

She was wearing the same jeans that had first driven me wild in my office.

The feel of her firm thighs on my sides and her full weight on my back caused me to scream out in excitement. She laughed. "You even sound like a horse. What I can't figure out is why you would even think of not obeying me. Now get going out that door."

She made me open the door with my head. Tina looked up long enough from her MTV just long enough to say "Hurry up with him. You've wasted enough time already." The fact that her victorious roommate was riding me naked like I was her horse seemed not to impress her. Courtney directed me into the bathroom. She got off me and picked up a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. "Okay, you can keep your pubics for a little while, but everything on the arms and legs has to go now."

Shaving my legs was not something that I wanted to do, but the lessons of her bedroom speech were not lost on me. Under her watchful eye, I began to carefully shave all of the hair from my legs. When she saw that I was now fully complying with her wishes, she left the bathroom, but not before telling me that I should get everything right up to the top of my thighs, all of the arms and anything on my chest. Torn between my strong desire to please this powerful goddess and the desire so save some measure of my masculine pride, I shaved myself bare.

She returned a few minutes later with a hand held device that I had never seen before. "Its an Epilady" she said. I soon found out, painfully, that women use an Epilady to literally pull out stubborn leg hairs that don't shave well. "For maximum smoothness" she informed me. She used it to hunt for any surviving hairs before stepping back. "Take a quick shower, and use the skin softener." She left for a moment, but came back to watch me dry.

She brought what appeared to be a black corduroy skirt, one that I had not yet seen her wear.

"See if this fits."

At this point it was like an out of body experience, like I was watching a movie. I pulled the skirt up around my hips. It had an elastic waistband, and, while snug all around, was wearable.

"Your legs look good!" She smiled approvingly. "We don't have any underwear for you yet, so you are going to have to go shopping like that. You might, um, dangle a little bit. Do you know how to cross your legs so you can provide some measure of cover when you sit?"

Tina came in with the dreaded make up kit that I expected. They made me sit on the toilet under a bright light while they slowly but carefully made me up. Tina did my eyes this time, since that honor had gone to Courtney last night. Courtney kept saying that Tina was making me look like a 9th avenue whore. "Well, if he learns to behave himself maybe we will move him up to 6th Avenue next time" Tina responded through pursed lips. After about 15 minutes of having to sit still and look at nothing but Tina's driven face, Courtney came on to do something called foundation and blush. Then came the lipstick. I was nothing but a canvas, it seemed. Finally, Courtney stood up. "There! Not perfect, but it will do. I wish you didn't use so much eye makeup, T."

She told me to stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe it. They had created the illusion of cheekbones and given me real female color. My lips were full and a bright red. And yes, my eyes looked sort of slutty. It was actually sort of interesting. Then Courtney came in with a wig saying "I Can't wait!" She put the wig carefully on my head. I looked at the mirror. I wasn't nearly as pretty as Tina or Courtney, but I was a woman.

"Okay, lets put a T shirt, and the Wonder Bra on her, get those boots and we're outta here." Tina seemed unusually excited.

The allowed me my leather jacket and we left. The cold November air crawled under my short skirt and was bracing against my naked exposed balls.

Climbing into the taxi also took some doing, and at one point the skirt came completely up and I was totally exposed. I don't know if the driver noticed but he seemed to be staring at me alot in the rearview mirror. All too soon, we were back at the Victoria's Secret. I managed to get out of the cab without entertaining all of Madison Avenue and the three 'girls' walked inside. We were surrounded by soft silky lingerie on all sides. A saleswoman approached us, a young girl in her late teens. She had soft blonde hair pulled back and nice blue eyes, which seemed to be paying me undue attention. I felt myself blushing as my dangling penis began to stiffen in the warm store.

Courtney saw fit to introduce me to the girl. "We are from the UN. This is Dratya. She is from Bosnia, a refugee. She doesn't speak English yet, so we are helping her, getting her some nice clothes. She didn't bring much, and none of it was very sexy."

Tina piped in "Yes, she will be so pretty when she learns more about makeup and fashion. We want to get her something really sexy."

"Oh, this is so cool!" the young girl said. She didn't seem overly bright, and I really didn't know if she bought the story or not. But then she held out her hand and said slowly and loudly "Dratya...I...am...Joellen...Welcome...to...America." I took her hand. I could feel Tina suppressing some serious laughter.

Joellen, ever helpful, got some silky bras, panties, pantyhose and something that might pass for a dress but was so flimsy that it seemed more like a slip. She handed me the entire collection and started leading me by the hand. "Dressing...rooms" She pointed at me and mimicked undressing. "You...change...here."

I went into my booth and pulled the curtain shut. I could hear real women changing in adjoining booths. I looked at the clothes. Now I was a female Bosnian with bad eye makeup. I looked at the clothes and tried to figure out an alternative to putting them on. There was none. I took my boots off and slipped the pantyhose over my legs. I noticed that Joellen picked out the deluxe version with extra frilly lace on the backside. The seemed extremely silky and soft against my balls, embarrassingly feminine but better than nothing at all. I put the bra on next, trying to avoid looking at the full length mirror next to me. Then came the dress that I still thought was a slip. I still felt naked even with it on. It had a flimsy pleated little skirt section and thin strips over my shoulders. Finally I was done, somewhat completely clothed in Joellen's personal selection. Wanting to get the whole thing over with, I took a deep breath and stepped outside, hoping that we could finish the whole thing quickly and quietly.

Tina was the first to break into loud applause. The entire store stopped and looked at me. I was wearing nothing but silk and felt less than naked.

Joellen seemed very proud of her handiwork, so much so that she brought her boss over to see me. Her boss, a very well groomed freckled redhead in her early 30's looked me over carefully and smiled with a look that might have contained enough sarcasm to indicate that she was on to the whole charade, but enjoying my predicament nonetheless. "Oh, she is beautiful." The boss said, and directed a knowing, approving smile to Tina and Courtney.

"She's from Bosnia!" Joellen volunteered. Everyone looked at me and laughed.

After some minor discussion about the best way to make up my eyes, Courtney paid the bill and we were gone. I was 'so excited about my new outfit' that I was going to wear it home according to Courtney.

The cab ride on the way home was filled with absolute waves of female laughter. I was still too embarrassed to speak in front of the driver, who seemed to appreciate my new fashions.

Something magical happened as we crossed 2nd Avenue. Courtney hugged me. My penis strained against my delicate lace panties. "You were great", she said.

Tina looked at me. "Yeah, that was fun." She said.

So, there I sat in the back of a cab, a sexy, lace clad female refugee from Bosnia, being accepted by two beautiful women, one of whom could crush me at will if I disobeyed her.