Being Sarah

Fuck. I shrank back into my seat.

****

The next day I was once more sitting alone in the common room, shifting uneasily at my desk with my heart beating fast. I hadn't seen Abbey since the day before and the worry was killing me. This could be humiliating. Really humiliating. I wished that I'd dreamed the conversation from the day before.

Unfortunately, I hadn't.

Abbey and Maria approached me together. Two beautiful, confident girls vs one timid guy. They sat either side of me. I didn't know what to say.

Maria reached over and started stroking my neck with her fingertips. My body jolted as the sensation fizzled through me. Both girls laughed.

"So is it true that you like dressing as a girl?" Maria asked.

My face started to heat up. The girls laughed again. I didn't say anything.

"We won't tell anyone," Abbey soothed, starting to play with my hair. "Just admit again like you did yesterday."

Hemmed in by two beautiful girls, my dick started to get hard all over again. I couldn't help it. They were too close and too hot.

I took a deep breath.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Absolutely anyone," I pleaded.

"I promise," said Abbey.

"Do you promise too?" I asked Maria.

"Yeah... I promise," said Maria, with an evil glint in her eye that I didn't fully trust.

What the hell was I getting myself into? My mind whirred. Should I say something? Did it make any difference at this point? I'd already let the cat out of the bag to Abbey--I might as well co-operate, lest I antagonize them.

"Ok, yeah," I said.

Both girls descended into fits of giggles.

"I told you Maria," said Abbey, excitedly.

"You totally have to show us," said Maria.

"So will you let us see you dressed up?" said Abbey.

"How?" I said. "My parents are always at home these days."

"Come to mine on Friday," said Abbey. "My parents are away this week."

I stared at Abbey--then at Maria--then back to Abbey.

"Promise me again that this is just between us."

"We promise," the girls giggled.

"Ok," I said, "but I'll need to get changed at yours."

"Fine," said Abbey, "come over at 7."

****

After school on Friday, I shaved my legs as tight and as silky as possible. I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I moisturized my skin. I gave myself a spritz of my sister's perfume, and I set off with my make-up and my favorite clothes stuffed into a rucksack.

I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. Part of me wanted to turn back. Another part of me knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Sarah to come to life.

When I arrived at Abbey's house, Maria was already there. They fussed over me as I entered the house.

"You still look like a guy," Abbey said, "or at least as much of a guy as you usually do."

"I haven't got changed yet!" I exclaimed. "Can I go to your bathroom to get ready?"

"Sure," she said. "Up the stairs, then the second door on the left. This better be good."

****

I locked the door behind me, stripped naked, and prepared for my transformation. My arms trembled, but as I slipped a deliciously sexy pair of knickers up my legs, I couldn't stop my dick from starting to swell. Sarah was beginning to take the reigns of my thoughts and actions--and she was very excited.

After the knickers came a matching bra, subtly filled out with realistically-shaped silicone inserts. Then the dress: I'd picked out a little black dress that came high on the neck. The top half was tight-fitting and around my waist a thick belt pulled me into a feminine shape. At the bottom, the material was short and floaty, enhancing the appearance of an hour-glass figure and nicely showing off my bare legs. I slipped into a pair of kitten heels, then set about my make-up.

A light layer of foundation, then some gentle blush to the apples of the cheeks: If you're young and smooth-skinned, this is all you really need. Too much make-up is as much a give-away as too little. I subtly enhanced my eyes, with a gentle eye-shadow on the upper lid, eye-liner around the edges and touch of mascara on my lashes. Finally, I added an understated lip gloss and I was done.

I nervously gave myself a wink and a twirl in the mirror.

I was no longer John. I was Sarah.

I packed myself a little handbag with my make-up supplies and other necessities, took a deep breath and left the room.

My muscles screamed with tension, so much that I could barely walk straight. I could hear Abbey and Maria larking about downstairs.

As I nervously descended to meet them, I managed to find my voice. "Hi guys, I'm Sarah!" I said.

The girls looked up at me and squealed in excitement, jumping around and clapping their hands.

"You're a girl!" Abbey yelped. "You're actually a girl!"

"And you're Scottish!" Maria cried.

"Aye, just a wee young lass," I said, hamming it up a little more than I usually would.

"Oh my fucking God!" Abbey said. She got up on to the sofa and bounced. "John, I actually think you're a girl!"

"Who's John?" I asked, with a little smile. "I told you already, I'm Sarah."

I reached the bottom of the stairs and did a little twirl.

Abbey ran towards me and hugged me. Maria followed suit. I wanted to cry out in happiness.

"Wow, your tits look good," Abbey said, squeezing my chest. "And they feel kinda real. Are those inserts?"

"Yeah, I'm a little flat chested."

"I'm going to take a photo," Maria exclaimed.

"NO!" I shouted, aggressively.

For the first time ever, and probably the last time too, I saw Maria back down. I guess my uncharacteristic defiance had temporarily stunned her.

"Ok, but we can't just waste you like this," Abbey said, breaking the silence. "You're so realistic, we've got to do something."

"Let's go clubbing," Maria suggested.

"No way! People from school will be there." I objected. "And what if someone notices?"

"Then we'll go to Nottingham, there are loads of good clubs there," Maria said, "and I don't think anyone's going to notice, you look more like a girl that some of the real girls we know."

I couldn't help but glow a little at the compliment. And Nottingham seemed a sensible choice. It was the next major town over, about 40 miles away. It wasn't so far away that getting there would be overly arduous, and Maria was right, nobody from school would be there as they had perfectly good bars and clubs much closer.

I breathed heavily. Could that actually work? Could we go out together whilst I was dressed as a girl? I wanted to do it so badly, but I was consumed by nerves.

"OK," I said, "yeah... I guess that could work. But won't it cost loads to get there?"

"It's OK, I'll pay for the taxi," Abbey said. I knew her parents were rich. I guessed the journey would be peanuts for her.

"Err... OK then," I said.

The girls clapped in excitement.

"This is going to be awesome!" Abbey exclaimed.

****

As Abbey and Maria readied themselves upstairs, I stood in the living room in my little dress. I kept looking at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room--examining my face and body in from different angles. Yeah--I'd done a good job. I was looking very cute and girly. I rubbed my smooth legs against each other and rehearsed my coquettish smile. Through the nerves, little pangs of excitement shot through me. Would people think I was hot? Would people want to flirt with me? Would someone give me their number?

That thought made my stomach flutter.

Eventually, Abbey and Maria came back down. Abbey was wearing a tiny little clubbing dress. It was pink and clung to her gorgeous body--encasing her tits, curving in with her waist, and cupping her tight, round ass. It showed off every inch of her beauty and perfectly complimented her smooth, tanned skin.

Maria, without access to fresh clothes, had simply straightened her hair and redone her make-up; but she still looked stunning in the little fitted shirt and skin-tight jeans that she had arrived in.

Both of them looked gorgeous. I hoped that I could compete.

Abbey had ordered the taxi a little earlier. My eyes kept looking out the window, waiting for it to arrive. It would be my first proper test. Sure I'd revealed myself to Abbey and Maria, but they knew what was going on. The driver would be oblivious to the background. Would the he notice that I was a boy? Or would he just accept me as a girl?

Soon enough, we saw the car pull up outside Abbey's house and we scurried out towards it, clicking along the driveway in our heels, with our little handbags slung over our shoulders. My heart was beating fast.

"So you ladies want taking to Nottingham?" the driver asked.

"Yeah," said Abbey, "City Center please."

Abbey and Lucy bundled into the back of the car, and closed the door behind them.

I looked at them with pleading eyes, but I could tell that they weren't going to let me sit next to them. They wanted me to sit next to the driver.

With my face glowing pink, I opened the front door on the passenger side and slunk into the seat. I checked my appearance quickly in the wing mirror, smoothed down my dress and clipped in my seat belt.

"So are you girls off on a night out?"

The taxi driver looked at me and winked, his eyes roving from my legs to my chest.

"Yeah, we're off clubbing," I said, nervously.

In the mirror, I could see Abbey and Maria grinning at me.

"So you're from Scotland?" he said.

"Yeah, I lived in Fife until last year."

"Nice, where about?"

"Oh just a wee village called Buntisland," I replied.

"Cool, my brother-in-law comes from there," said the driver excitedly. "I bet he's only a few years older than you. What's your name, I'll ask him about it?"

"Sarah McCullough," I answered, my throat going dry.

In the mirror, I could see Abbey descending into fits of giggles. Maria was much the same.

"McCullough. I'll have to remember to ask him about that."

Jesus Christ.

Fortunately, the grilling stopped, and we careered along the M1 in silence.

On arrival, Abbey paid the driver.

"Have a good night girls," he said, leering at us one by one, as if storing the images for later. Despite not finding him in the least bit attractive, I couldn't help but feel aroused. I was being looked at as if I was a girl: a sexy, attractive girl--and that was enough to excite me.

"Byeee," we cooed back.

I smiled and waved.

He honked his horn as he drove off.

****

The streets thronged with people. Nottingham is a university town and has a very lively night-life. Groups of guys and girls filled the street. The air was thick with anticipation.

We approached one of the first bars we saw. There were bouncers on the door. I gulped.

"Abbey," I whispered. "What if I get asked for ID?"

I was eighteen, the legal drinking age, so it wouldn't usually have been a problem. The issue was my provisional driving license said "John Stevens" not "Sarah McCullough". I didn't exactly want to reveal to a couple of meat heads that I was secretly packing a cock.

"You won't, just smile at him and walk through, they virtually never check girls."

Her verbal reassurance didn't dilute my nervousness. Yeah, sure girls get an easier ride than guys, but I've definitely seen plenty of girls get asked for ID in my time, even hot ones. As I walked towards the two big men, my muscles became tighter and tighter.

"Hi guys," Abbey said. She grinned as she approached them, giving them a little wave with her hands.

"Hi ladies," the guys said, with nodding whilst staring at our bodies.

I gulped as we all scurried past them. I dared not look round.

****

We got ourselves some drinks and found a table near the corner. I usually drank cider, but right then a gin and tonic seemed far more appropriate. It tasted surprisingly good.

"So tell me," Maria said, "do you like guys or girls?"

"Both," I answered, honestly.

"Have you, you know, done it with a both?"

"Yeah," I lied. As I mentioned earlier, up to that point, I'd only done it with a guy, but I couldn't face admitting that I was a virgin with girls.

"Were you the giver or receiver?" asked Abbey.

I went red.

"You were the receiver weren't you," she exclaimed. "You little fucking slut!"

The girls both laughed. I squirmed in embarrassment.

"Slutty Sarah likes taking it in the ass!" she teased.

She pressed herself against me. Her silky bare leg touched mine. Then she whispered in my ear, "Little. Submissive. Bitch."

I felt my dick begin to swell in my knickers as the combination of her body and her goading got to me.

"I'm gonna find a big strong guy to fuck you," she continued. "He'll push his dick into your slutty ass and pump you with so much fucking cum it will be coming out of your eyeballs. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I choked.

"Yeah, maybe, not tonight though. Some guys would kill me if they found out I wasn't a real girl."

"Yeah, I know, not tonight, but I bet I know someone I could ask who'd be more than willing to fuck a special girl like you."

My dick got harder and harder. I began to panic. There was a bulge starting to show in my dress. I grabbed my handbag and placed it across my lap and leaned forward to hide my erection.

Both girls could tell what was happening to me, and their grins grew ever wider.

"Oh we are going to have so much fun with you," Maria said with a laugh.

I fidgeted, trying to fill my mind with non-erotic imagery.

"You better be a good girl for us," Abbey said, "or we are just going to make you suffer all fucking night."

"I think the next drinks round is on you Sarah," Maria said.

I laughed hoping it was a joke. We'd all just bought our own drinks on the previous round. Maria and Abbey both looked at me with grins on their faces.

"We're not joking," Abbey said, running her fingertips up my bare leg.

I cock went fully rigid.

"OK, OK," I said. "Just stop teasing me, or I won't be able to stand up to do anything."

Maria bent towards me and started nibbling my ear.

"Young lady, we make the demands tonight, not you," she whispered.

Fortunately, they didn't force me to stand up until I had calmed down, but that took a good half-hour.

****

Later that evening we stood in line for a club, the three of us were sandwiched between two groups of guys. The group in front seemed shy and nerdy. The group who approached behind us, however, were a bit more boisterous.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies," said a tall, well-built guy as he sauntered up to us. "Looking good!"

He grinned, his body language oozing an upbeat confidence. I looked at his arms bulging through his shirt. I couldn't help but bite my lip.

"Thanks," I said shyly, then stroked my hair.

The other girls laughed at me. "You little flirt," teased, Abbey under her breath.

I blushed.

The guy looked me up and down, then smiled, clearly liking what he saw.

"Nice dress. Give us a twirl."

He took my hand in his and expertly spun me around.

The other guys in the group cheered.

I gulped, suddenly feeling very feminine. He continued to hold my hand. My heart started beating faster.

"Why don't you introduce us to your friends?" he asked.

"OK, err... I'm Sarah," I said, "Err, this is Abbey, and this is Maria."

"Hey," Abbey and Maria replied, but they weren't looking at him, they were looking at me.

"So you're from bonnie Scotland?" the guy asked, badly mimicking a Scottish accent. "Ever tossed a caber?"

The group of guys laughed. So did the two girls.

"Oh ha-ha," I said, grinning. "Not everybody in Scotland plays the highland games."

"Only teasing, love," he said, pulling me in for an embrace. As I felt his muscular body press against mine, I felt my dick start to stir. "I know a wee girl like you isn't strong enough to toss a caber yet." his hands grasped my upper arms and compressed my flesh. "I'll just have to let you practice with mine."

Everyone laughed. I panted -- imagining myself with his stiff dick in my hands--

--or in my mouth--

--or in my ass.

Then I remembered myself. I took a step back and grasped my handbag in front of my crotch. I begged my dick to stop its uncomfortable ascent in my knickers. The guy looked at me quizzically, probably because of the sudden change in my reactions to him.

Abbey came to my aid.

She leaned over to the guy. "I think Sarah has just remembered that she's got a boyfriend," she said.

"Ah," he grinned, looking straight at me, "well I guess he can make the bed for us in the morning."

Then he winked. My mouth dropped. Oh Jesus, the thought of him fucking me was overwhelming. Beneath my handbag my dick strained against its lacy prison.

"Some of us, however," Abbey said, "aren't so encumbered."

"Oh really?" he said.

And Abbey began to do what she was best at: flirting. The guy seemed more than happy to engage with her.

"Thank you," I whispered into her ear as we entered the club.

She flashed me a wicked grin, "You're ours tonight, not his."

****

Later that evening, the three of us girls were huddled in a secluded alcove in the club. A curved sofa ran along the wall and a little table perched in the middle. My breath was quick. I'd experienced a few new things that evening: dressing as a girl in public, being looked at and admired, being chatted up by a hot guy. I was still in a state of giddy excitement. People thought I was cute. People wanted to flirt with me. People wanted to fuck me. I needed to masturbate, or get some kind of relief. My cock was swelling at the slightest stimulation.

I sat in the middle, Abbey on one side, Maria on the other.

"OK, so I get that you like guys and girls," Abbey said, "but which do you like most?"

"I'm not sure. Both equally, I guess."

"I think you like guys more," she said. "You were totally drooling over that guy we met outside."

I took a deep breath remembering him.

"He was cute, but girls can have the same effect on me."

"What about us?" she asked. "Do we have that effect on you."

I paused, trying to find the right words. Yes, of course they fucking did. Both of them.

"I think you're both very beautiful," I said.

"Oh do you?" Abbey beamed. "Then why haven't you tried to fuck me?"

I gulped. I couldn't think of a good lie, so honesty won, at least a partial honesty.

"Oh, you'll have slept with people much better than me. I don't know if I could satisfy someone like you. I wouldn't stand out from the crowd. I know you've slept with some guys who are really good in bed."

"I haven't slept with a sissy girl," she grinned.

I looked at her as she grinned at me. Her little pink dress clung to her tight, nineteen year old body. I took a deep breath.

"I could never work you out," she continued, "you were always staring at me, especially my legs. But whenever I offered anything to you, you just turned me down. Now I see you were just a scared little bitch."

My face began to go red. Her grin didn't fade.

"Don't worry sissy girl," she said, "you don't need to know how to excite me. I know exactly how to enjoy myself when I've got someone to torment."

She swung her legs round and draped them across my lap.

"So you like my legs then?" She stared at me, biting her lip.

I gulped again, as her firm flesh pressed down on my dick.

"You... err... have very sexy legs," I stammered.

"I know," she said, beginning to rub her shapely calves directly over my crotch, "guys can't resist them."

"Abbey," I said, "don't do this, not here."

My cock began to swell. I could feel it getting harder and harder, creating a tent in my knickers and my dress.

Abbey didn't stop teasing. Her satin skin slid back and forth over my straining erection. Wave after wave of excitement flooded through me.

"Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me?"

I panted. Of course I did. All the fucking time. I nodded in embarrassment.