I could understand absolutely nothing. How so. Five years old, I idolized this girl. We have been together since I turned 18. Our relationship was perfect. She was my first girlfriend. And I dreamed that our love never ends. And now life for the first time put me face on the table. Nothing is eternal. I was desperate. I never thought that this could happen to me.
I never got drunk in my life. Only sometimes he allowed himself a glass of other beer or wine, and that is always in the company. However, tonight was an exception. I wanted to get drunk so I could leave the reality around me for a while. Steve, my best friend, knew about my problems with Ellie, so he called and asked if I wanted to skip a bag in a bar. Naturally, I agreed.
He drove me at 10:30 pm. I have never had a favorite place, and I told Steve that I could have a drink in the first bar that I came across.
Having driven off the highway, we began to drive around the unfamiliar streets. Neither Steve nor I have ever been to this part of the city. She was like a labyrinth.
“That's right, we spent five minutes here and got lost to all the devils,” I said to Steve.
“Don't be afraid,” he smiled. “We just have to be at the wrong end.” Well, okay, we do not need a military factory, but only a bar. We will find.
I can’t believe, for some time I got out of the house to get drunk, and we got so lost that we can’t even find the most dumb bar.
“Here, by the way, is he,” Steve distracted me from the gloomy thoughts.
He pointed to an institution, the bright sign of which indicated that this place was called “Trans”, and looked at me inquiringly. Actually, it was rather a dance club, as I immediately informed Steve.
“So I don’t even know if this establishment will suit us,” I said.
- There are bars in dance clubs too. So what the hell is the difference, ”Steve answered. “You want to get drunk on the board, don't you care where to do it?” In addition, there probably hangs a crowd of delicious students. Maybe we can get some of them drunk, take them home and relax. No, really, there most likely we will be able to pick up a couple of girls who are ready to go all the way on the first date.
Then I remembered Ellie again. My heart poured blood at the thought that it was all over between us. You never know what can happen after a couple of ryumashki, I thought. In the end, not so bad if I fuck some chick. This will be my revenge, Ellie, for what I had to go through because of her. We parked and walked to the Trance club shining with neon lights.
Going out on the street, I realized that my suspicions were justified - it was a dance club. I opened the door and went inside, Steve walking behind me. Damn, well, we dug up a place with him. Light music, dancing people, the crazy atmosphere of general fun. There were many women in the club, many single women. It was evident that they came without gentlemen, because they danced with other girls.
- Forward, on the storming of the bar! - I ordered Steve, hugging his shoulders. - It's time to forget about our mournful life, and especially about this bitch Ellie.
He answered with a slap on the back, and then quickly slapped me on the ass. Something he allows himself a lot, although it is clear that he is just making fun.
The bar was full of people, but we managed to find two places.
- Wow, you, how lucky we were, I said when we sat down. - I think we can hang here all night.
“Just look at the women here,” Steve supported me. - It's great that you're free again. I feel we will spend the night in pleasant company.
And again I immediately remembered Ellie, how beautiful she is. She always dressed very sexy, and the clothes were always terribly exciting, whether we were going to make love or not. But when we were in bed with her, it was truly African passions, real animal sex. All of her stockings, garter belts, miniskirts, stilettos — Ally knew how much they turned on me. If I didn’t want sex, then she instantly pulled on stockings, studs, a short skirt, and I became a slave to her desires.
Steve pulled me out of the world of memories, nudging me with my elbow. I looked at him, and then at the barmaid.
- What will you, handsome? - She asked.
That was a woman. Stately beauty with emerald green eyes that seemed to permeate like x-rays. She was very tall, her height was clearly more than six feet. She was wearing a short dress, bright black and shiny, from what material it resembles skin. I thought that she was probably given heels to heels.
- I even know, a double portion of the strongest that you have. And to my friend of the same, ”I replied.
- Oh, handsome, then I know exactly what you need. You like it. This is my own special recipe.
She mixed some strange-looking drinks that looked like tropical fruit-based liquors, and served a glass of bright red liquid.
- So what is this garbage? - asked Steve.
- Yes, what the fuck, the difference. Than to talk, let's drink, - I replied.
And we drank the proposed elixir in one gulp. At first, it burned me like with fire, but then I became incredibly good.
“This is the thing,” I could only say, feeling how my head became cast-iron in one second.
Some kind of fog appeared before my eyes, everything suddenly became vague; people and objects have lost their usual outlines. I rubbed my eyes to make my eyes clear a little. Oh, how good I felt after this cocktail. I looked back at Steve. He broke into a very broad smile, his eyes were burning.
“Looks like I got a favorite drink,” he said.
I completely agree with you, - I nodded, thinking, do I look as stupid as he.
We turned to the bartender. She looked very pleased
“So you liked my cocktail, didn't you?”
We both nodded.
“And you wouldn’t refuse another serving, would you?”
“Yes, of course,” we'd be bad if we refused.
“Looks like you guys, you’ve already reached the condition, and you’ll do whatever I want,” she said, setting the glasses of cocktail in front of us, as if she had made them beforehand, knowing that we would like to repeat.
When Steve and I drained the glasses, the barmaid told us to follow her. Pretty smiling, we went after her deep into the club, considering ourselves the happiest guys in the world. Two lucky guys who are very lucky. Not really, really, sure of what exactly they were lucky. Chaotic music followed us, and when we followed the woman into the room behind the bar. Although it was more than a room. There are mirrors everywhere, and there are a few couches near the walls. Another corridor led from this room, along which doors were visible. On one of the couches, a woman was reclining, the barmaid hugged her, kissed her and whispered something in her ear.
Then she introduced her to my friend. Steve immediately liked our new friend. And this woman in the blink of an eye went out with him into the corridor, and they disappeared into one of the rooms. It all happened incredibly fast. I was captured by a charming bartender.
“Let's go to a quiet place, there we can talk quietly,” she said, with a playful wink.
The woman was right - the music was playing too loudly. However, these rhythms captured me, and I unwittingly caught myself swaying to the beat, smiling at the same time as a jerk. What is happening to me? I felt as if I had lost some part of my “I”, following the beautiful barmaid into one of the rooms facing the corridor.
Incredibly, the woman was much taller than me. I tried to open my eyes wide, that I could take it all in, but my eyelids seemed to have filled with lead.
“Oh, my lady,” I was ready to fall on my knees in front of this incredible woman.
She turned and answered:
“Oh yes, I am your lady, and you belong to me.”
With a smile, the barmaid smacked me on the cheek. I wanted to, was to capture a kiss on her beautiful lips, but she turned away
When we found ourselves in the room, the barmaid told me to wait for her here, and she will now put on more appropriate music.
The room was pretty empty. Bare white walls and a purple rug on the floor. In the middle was an ordinary wooden chair. My first night of freedom, and I almost put a luxurious babzu in bed. Yes, I do not miss the small! I felt hot and took off my shirt. And let the barmaid take care of the rest of my clothes. And then it dawned on me that I didn't even know her name. Although, on the other hand, I am going to wear it out before losing the subconscious, and for this, it is not necessary to know the name. However, time passed, and the barmaid did not have everything. I began to feel somehow uncomfortable in this little room.
And suddenly there was music. At first quietly, but then louder and louder. There were no wind instruments in the melody, only keyboards. And compared to techno, roaring in the club, it sounded like an angels choir. I immediately felt peace. But something was wrong in this music; she was constantly accompanied by some strange whisper. The voice is like a bartender, but I could not make out a word. The melody and this almost indistinguishable whisper completely captured me. Whisper, whisper from all sides. Terribly embarrassed, I, nevertheless, began to sway back and forth, smiling at the same time. I danced to this strange charming tune. All thoughts went somewhere, and I concentrated only on music and whisper. Unfastening the belt, I pulled it out of my pants, and then, without thinking, threw it on the floor, like a male dancer in a striptease. Shaking my booty to the music, I slowly took off my jeans and threw them on the floor too; panties followed the belt and jeans, and I was left completely naked.
Everything was so weird. I looked at the bed, standing near the wall. Previously, I did not attach much importance to her: the bed, she and the bed in Africa. But now I noticed that she was wearing a complete set of women's clothing.
- Who is the most beautiful girl in the world? - whisper became louder.
“Allie,” I replied monotonously.
“Now Ally is you.”
“Allie is me.”
“You're completely naked, Ellie.” Where are your clothes?
Now the voice came from somewhere in the depths of my brain. I seemed to ask myself this question.
- My clothes on the bed.
Reddened, I took satin black lace panties and put them on. When the cool cloth touched my dick, he instantly straightened. Then I put on a belt. When walking garters tickled hips.
It's stocking time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took one. The stockings were nylon, black opaque, lace at the top. My true self struggled with music and whisper. I started to stretch my stockings, but suddenly I stopped. My male nature was torn to freedom. No, do not touch the stockings! You're a man, not a girl! Do not do that! The music got louder. Only girls and fagots wear stockings! Nylon touched toes. I am a man! I already pulled my stocking ankle-deep, the whisper kept growing, suppressing the will to resist. I am a man? Black nylon already half obeyed shin; the member stood like a stone pillar. Tears flowed from my eyes when I realized that the sly whisper and music had conquered the man in me. I am de-ee-evushka. The foot is packed in a stocking; swollen cock tears out of cowards. I am de-ee-evushka. Tears flow down her cheeks.
- I'm Ellie.
“Do you like women's clothes, Ellie?”
- I like women's clothes.
- You will no longer wear men's things. Ellie, what do you think about men's clothes?
- I hate the clothes that guys wear. I want to wear only what girls wear.
- Ellie, you're a nice, smart girl.
I smiled at this praise of my invisible interlocutor and fastened the stocking to the belt. Fully aware of my actions, I, nevertheless, could not bring myself to stop. There must have been something mixed in the cocktail. My male "I" was silent. With a sigh of relief, I pulled the second stocking.
Having finished with stockings, I took a black satin bra. In the cups were lining for breast augmentation, and I, wearing a bra, as if I had found breasts.
“I want my lady to see what a beautiful girl is waiting for her,” I said, lifting the black mini-dress from my bed.
I put it on the floor, then I took the straps and put it over my head. Feelings were not forgotten. The fabric clung to my body, and I felt like a real girl and remembered with what pleasure I always watched Ellie put on after a night of love. Looking down, I saw a huge bulge between my legs. This strut spoils all the beauty. We had to do something. I pulled up my dress and put my hand in my panties. After a minute of fuss, I managed to smooth the picture. Having put myself in order, I adjusted the dress. What is it short, barely covers the edges of the stockings. I was so good at the dress, never before have I felt such freedom.
Then I saw a box under the bed. Opening it, I found a wig, a tube of gel, blush, eye shadow and a mirror inside.
I started with the shadows. I was not exactly sure what to do, but the same whisper instructed me. Putting shadows, I didn’t stop moving my booty in that kind of music. Looking in the mirror, it seemed to me that I had let my eyes down too much. Maybe I really went too far with the shadows, well, okay. Now blush. I pulled my cheeks and put them in my cheekbones. Then I took a lipstick and thickly spread my lips. She was the bright red color, which is used exclusively by prostitutes. Why in the box was a tube of gel, for me it was a mystery.
Finally, I pulled a wig out of the box. He was black, his hair was cut short. I put it on like a hat, then looked in the mirror and adjusted it so that it hid my real hair.
“I must obey my mistress,” with these words, I sat down in a chair in the center of the room. A voice told me to cross my legs. I did not want to do this. My masculine nature made the last attempt to fight with my hell from where the female half came from.
- Do not do, do not do it! So only girls are sitting!
“And I am the girl, Ellie,” I replied to myself, sitting down in accordance with the wishes of the voice, who immediately praised me that I was doing everything right.
So, the right foot on the left. Awesome feeling when the legs tightened in nylon rubbed together. I sat right on the hard rock - it hurt a little, but I even liked it.
- Why are you so thirsty? - suddenly asked a voice.
“I don’t know, but I really want to drink,” my mouth went dry, and I licked my lips.
Suddenly the music stopped!
The door opened and a woman was pushed inside. Then the door slammed shut just as quickly. My “guest” was dressed as a teenage girl. She had short blond hair. The hairstyle was the same as mine. She was wearing a narrow white top through which a bra, checkered miniskirt and white stockings shone through. The girl was on the verge of collapse!
- I'm thirsty! I am dying of thirst! Help me! - tears rolled down from their eyes.
I myself also terribly thirsty. To console the girl, I hugged her, and we held tight to each other. Without music, my head cleared up, or at least it seemed so to me. I knew that I needed to find water to water this unfortunate girl who needed my help so much. I asked her name. And she answered - Steve. STEVE!
- WHAT! - I yelled, pushing her away from me. “Steve, why the hell are you dressed like that ?!” What, generally, for garbage is going on here.
“Who the hell are you?” She asked. - I do not know you.
“What do you mean, you don't know me.” I am the guy with whom you came to this club.
- Wait a minute, if you're this guy, then why are you dressed like some fucking PIDOR ?!
Not knowing what to say, I lowered my eyes, and at that moment the music began to play with a new force.
When I looked up, I saw that the girl was crying again.
- What happened? - I asked. - Do not Cry. Tell me what's your name.
“Sue,” she replied. - I want to drink very much. Will you help me?
- And my name is, Ellie. And I also want to drink.
We started to rock with her. My hands disappeared under her skirt, and I began to stroke her buttocks, covered with satin panties. My head was spinning, and we kissed. What are her sweet lips? And at that moment it became absolutely clear to me how to get rid of this painful thirst. Sue and I knelt, then I lay on my right side, and she was on my left. My face was just opposite her hips, and I felt like a cat rubbed against her thighs, covered with nylon. Lifting her skirt, I saw white panties, which were spoiled by a huge bulge. I released her dick. The music increased my thirst. I felt Sue's lips clasped the head of my dick, and did the same. I liked the taste of the grease that plentifully protruded on the head. And I began to vigorously lick a member. Sue completely took my dick in her mouth and sucked it like caramel. I did the same as she did. The member sank deeper and deeper into my mouth. “I like it,” I thought, carefully caressing him to the beat of the music. A powerful jet of sperm filled my mouth. Hot thick, I really liked it. I finished too, and Sue tried to dry me up. I decided to keep up with her. I do not know how long we watered each other with hot cream. But suddenly the music stopped again, and my lady, the barmaid, entered the room, opening the door wide open!
She grabbed Sue, pushed her out into the corridor and shut the door behind her.
Then she turned to me.
- The door is not locked! If you want to leave - leave.
But I could not leave.
“Oh my lady, I wish to please you,” after falling on my knees, I began to sob and pressed against her legs.
She threw me away, and then with a swing she weighed a slap!
- Pathetic fagot. You want to be a girl, okay, I'll take care of you.
The barmaid grabbed me under the arms and threw me on the bed. Then she lifted my skirt and ripped off her panties.
“You liked to suck dick, and now I'm fucking you,” she slapped me on the ass with a swing.
- Yes, madam, fuck me.
The barmaid lifted her shiny leather skirt, her panties resembled a tent. She lowered them, and I saw a huge dick. I could not even imagine that my lady is actually a man! The penis was about nine inches long and almost three inches thick. My masculine essence finally gave up. I terribly wanted to get this hulk in the ass, and I prayed:
- Please, Mrs., take me, please !!!
She took a tube of gel already familiar to me and generously spread her luxurious cock. I felt the head touch my buttock and sighed.
“Before, I fuck you, nothing, I want you to know something - the effect of the drug mixed in the cocktail has long ended.” And you did everything of your own accord when you saw Sue. You did what you wanted. Sue wanted this too, which is why YOU DID THAT WHAT DONE!
- A-A-AH! - I screamed in pain - she entered me.
The pain was unbearable, tears spilled from his eyes. And the barmaid kept pushing me. My hole was too small for such a huge member. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I began to moan thinly, like a slut. Oooh! She went even deeper. The pain gradually began to subside. Another inch of her hot flesh plunged into my virgin ass. When a member filled up my ass to the full, the barmaid began to fuck me: forward and back, then, completely leaving, then with one blow, driving the whole member. I have never been so good, I licked my thickly painted lips and smiled. My mistress with might and main has driven me. It must have flashed through my mind; Ally felt the same way when she was having sex with me.
- I, ELLY! - I yelled, not sparing the vocal cords, and the barmaid only smiled and continued to work out my ass.
I dreamed that it would last forever, but then my mistress trembled, and hot sperm filled me to the brim. When she pulled out a limp cock, thick liquid flowed down my legs. Suddenly something pricked me in the buttock, some kind of needle.
“I love my mistress,” I whispered, before falling into the arms of Morpheus.
When I woke up, it was early morning. Steve and I propped up the club wall outside. We were wearing the same clothes in which we arrived at Trans. I woke him up and we went to the car.
Sitting in the car, I said:
“Steve, nobody should know what happened last night.” Perhaps we should not discuss it even among themselves.
He looked at me strangely and asked:
- Who is Steve?
No, our life will never be the same.