Lacy Cream Ch. 02

Part 4

Before I'd even had a chance to agree or decline, Marsha had three fingers on my right hand already painted and was moving on to the fourth. I was amazed how fast she painted and within five minutes, both my hands and toenails were the same color as my panties. She pushed me toward her vanity with cotton balls stuffed between my toes and fussed with my hair for exactly ten seconds then started dabbing a tan cream on my face. I couldn't actually see what she was doing but I could tell she was working with years of perfecting her own makeup.

Less than twenty minutes from start to finish, Marsha had my makeup done and hair teased into some mystery hair do. She pulled dress after dress from her closet trying to find something for me to wear until she found the red sequined body con dress she'd worn to homecoming that year. She doubled with Julie and her boyfriend. I thought she looked hot as fuck in it and even jacked off a couple times thinking about her in that dress.

"There's no way in hell that's going to fit me, I mean... that was super tight on you and I'm bigger than you are," I said.

Marsha didn't say a word. She flipped the straps of the summer dress over my shoulders and the cool white material pooled around my ankles. I was left in just the pink cheeky panties as Marsha bundled the tube dress up at my feet.

"Step inside," Marsha said.

I was amazed at how stretchy the dress was and how awesome it felt next to my skin. I looked down at my body and almost didn't recognize myself. I didn't have much in the way of hips but my waist looked great and I actually did have a nice little bubble butt. If I'd have seen a girl with an ass like that, I'd totally want to fuck it.

"Here, I think these'll help," Marsha said as she held what looked like two raw chicken breasts.

Marsha sprayed some sort of spray adhesive on the plastic bits then pressed them into my chest. They were little fake boobies just a little smaller than Marsha's natural tits and they even had a bit of weight. I couldn't believe she had all that just laying around. I groped myself and even pinched the little fake nipples. Marsha just rolled her eyes at me.

"That's why god didn't give men boobs," She laughed.

"Yeah, and if you randomly had a cock, you'd totally want to play with it too," I said.

"You have a cock and can't stop playing with it either so I stand by what I say," Marsha said.

She pulled the shoulder straps up and pushed me into the bathroom. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was not just looking at a girl, but a totally fuckable chick with Marsha standing right behind. She'd made me into one of the hottest chicks I'd ever seen. I had a really nice set of boobs, and the hottest ass too, my cock even started getting hard inside my panties. It got so hard it started poking out the front of my dress.

"What the hell did you do to me," I whispered.

"See, I told you," She said.

"I'm fucking hot," I said twisting to get a better look at my body. "God, I'd totally fuck me,"

"You have a penis Ty, are you sure that's not too gay for you," Marsha teased.

"Hell no, I'm hot enough I'd make an exception," I said alternating groping my tits and ass.

"Okay, let's go," Marsha said.

"Go where, I can't go anywhere like this," I said.

"We are going to the bar. I've got to help mom with the dinner rush. You can just hang out while I'm working and get more comfortable being a girl in public," She said.

"My first time out and you want me in a prom dress, can't I just wear like a hoodie with something baggy like a skirt. Everybody is going to stare at me," I said.

"It's not that bad, I went out in that exact dress," she said.

"Yeah but your a girl. You're used to wearing things like this. I'll bet you were wearing shit like this before you could even walk. You've probably been wearing makeup for ten years. This is my first time in a dress or makeup for that matter. How long have you been wearing makeup, like it's totally different for me. Yeah you did great and I look totally hot but... I can't go to the bar like this. Maybe a walk later but not where people will see me," I rattled off as quick as I could.

"I've only been wearing makeup since I was ten," Marsha corrected me.

"So yeah, you've got eight years on me. You are more experienced at a lot of things than I am. Like how long have you been having sex, cause if you say anything longer than a couple hours, you're more experienced than I am and all I can do is follow your lead," I said.

"I get it. You're right. So I'll go help my mom and you can hang out here and try to get comfortable then when I get home, we'll take a little walk around the block or something," Marsha suggested.

"Deal," I said feeling a lot better about a quick walk around the block well after dark. "I don't even have any shoes that would work with this dress anyway," I added.

Marsha hugged and kissed me before she walked out the door. I was left standing in her living room wearing her Homecoming dress and made up like a totally hot chick. I already knew what I was going to end up doing, I just wondered how long I'd be able to restrain myself. First place I found myself was back in front of the bathroom mirror so I could check myself out. She'd given me a real out on the evening look with dark sultry eyes and deep red lips. I looked more classy than trashy for sure.

I rubbed my cock through the dress and imagined fucking my ass. I also imagined having my ass fucked and found that image somewhat hotter since I was made up like some hottie looking for a good time. I rummaged through the drawers to see what was there and found more makeup, a lot of jewelry and some weird things in plastic wrappers. They were flat wrapped in non descriptive plastic marked 'regular.' I unwrapped what looked like a gauze pad with a sticky strip on the back and figured that was exactly what it was. That was the most interesting thing in the bathroom so I moved into Marsha's room.

I lay across her bed and tried to imagine myself as her and what she might do if she were home alone. I wondered if she might text some boys or maybe even some girls. She did say she'd had sex with women too, did she have a girl she liked playing with, did she have a boy. Just the thought of Marsha with other people made me feel possessive and jealous but there was a little arousal lingering but more curiosity than anything else. If she has any of those things, they'd be in her diary. That was my new quest... find Marsha's diary and find out if there were any friends with benefits.

I opened the drawer to her bedside table and found a bunch of stuff but no diary. There were for little collars with leather straps attached to the D rings, and several dildos ranging in size from small and smooth all the way up to a midnight black dong shaped just like a man's cock that was easily four inches longer than I'd ever been hard, and some sort of fish magazine with a woman tied up on the cover. I dropped everything back in the drawer and continued my search for the diary. I looked under her bed and didn't find anything but a pair of panties and a few stray ankle socks. I moved to her vanity and had to stop just to check myself out again.

Marsha really did a great job with my makeup. I had no idea I had such a feminine looking face until that moment and wondered if that's what made me her type. I wondered if my cute little bubble butt was another reason or if it was something else all together. I tried getting back in task but the thought of the big black dong kept creeping into my mind. The little collars also piqued my interest but I couldn't stop thinking about Marshas sex toys.

I found myself on my knees with the big black dong in my hands wondering if I could even do what I'd been thinking about when Marsha was fingering my ass. I'd been so focused on eating my cum that I'd imagined taking a load straight from a cock and having someone fuck my ass. If Marsha only had a finger in my ass, there was no way in hell something that big would ever fit back there but I might be able to suck it. I'd seen women smaller than me take monster cocks in their mouth, pussy, and ass.

I sniffed the toy around the head to see if it has been used. It smelled clean enough for a quick lick. I'd licked both Marsha's ass and pussy so wherever she'd put the toy was probably fine. It tasted like plastic and was firm yet yielding at the same time. I opened my mouth as wide as I could go and placed the head of the fake cock inside my mouth. My heart started drumming in my chest and my cock swelled in my panties.

"Mmm, Shane... your cock is so big," I whispered looking up imagining my best friend laying on the bed.

'Suck it slut, eat my load like a god cum slut,' he might say.

I forced my mouth down around the cock and tried to suck it just like I'd seen countless women suck cocks before. I did my best to emulate a porn star and couldn't help but rub myself through my panties just like I'd seen all those women do when they'd suck a guys dick. It didn't matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get the dildo much more than three inches in my mouth before I'd gag and nearly puke. I didn't want to puke on Marsha's toy so I just focused on the head of her toy.

Just as I was about to cum, I stopped to calm down a bit. I wanted to prolong the pleasure and get the most of my time alone in Marsha's room. The little collars and the magazine kept pulling my thoughts from what I was doing so I dumped her drawer onto the bed and took a look at the weird magazine.

The woman on the cover was wearing a leather looking bodysuit and was hanging from the ceiling. Her mouth was stuffed with a big red ball and she'd been slobbering enough to have drool pouring out of her mouth. I wasn't fully prepared for what I found inside. Image after image of men dressed as women tied up or chained to various furniture being whipped and spanked and even... fucked by dominant looking women wearing fake dicks. I was enthralled and couldn't put the magazine down.

"Is this what Marsha wants," I whispered as I flipped through the pages, then back to go through them again.

I imagined myself as the men on the pages of that magazine with Marsha forcing me to my knees to suck here big black dick. I'd been tied up and completely helpless to fight her. All I could do was whatever she wanted. I sucked the dong again trying to imagine being her fuck toy, her sex slave but it just wasn't right. I needed to wear the cuffs that were in the drawer too. I had to feel helpless just like all those sissy men in that magazine.

I fastened two collars to my legs then one around each wrist and hooked them all together behind my back. The dildo was stiff as a board but laying on the bed. I had to wriggle around until I could get it close enough to my mouth that I could suck the head in. I sucked for a minute or two until the most terrifying sound came from the front door. I heard the door open then almost slam shut and Marsha hollar at me.

"Hey Ty, I'm back... sorry, I've got to use the bathroom first," She yelled as I heard her shuffling right past her bedroom door.

The bathroom door closed and the toilet seat flipped up then silence...

"Are you even awake... are you even here still... Tyson," Marsha yelled.

"Yeah, I'm here," I yelled as I was trying my hardest to silently get out of the bondage stuff and put all her things away. "I was just laying down thinking about stuff," I lied.

"Yeah, what are you thinking about," She said.

I was thinking about bondage and sucking dicks while getting fucked by a sexy lady wearing a strapon. Being tied up and getting spanked or whipped. "Just stuff," I lied again.

I barely managed to get everything hidden back in the bedside table and spread across the bed before Marsha stepped into her room. She stood in the door and just looked at me like she knew exactly what I'd been doing when she got home.

"Hey beautiful, I've missed you," I said.

"What were you doing," She asked looking around the room.

"Just laying around relaxing, why what's up," I asked.

If she didn't say she knew anything then I needed to assume she didn't know anything either. Nothing was out of the ordinary and I had just been laying in her bed thinking about things since she left.

"Did you find something to eat for dinner," She said sitting on the side of her bed. She was still looking at me like she knew I'd been sucking her dildo while wearing her wrist and ankle cuffs and looking at her bondage magazine. She was looking at me like she knew I'd been bad and was going to punish me. I instantly thought of the women in their latex costumes swatting their sissy men and fucking their faces or making them suck men's cocks. I couldn't get those images out of my mind and wished I'd had a few more minutes to take care of myself.

"No, why... did you bring something from the bar," I asked.

"Yeah but it looks like you either already ate something, or you've been sucking cock... have you been sucking cock while I was at work," Marsha teased.

"Yeah, like the line of guys just cleared out before you got home. I thought you were my last one of the night..." I laughed. "But no... I had a handful of chips and some bacon earlier. I could totally eat something else though. What did you bring," I asked.

"Well, I'm sorry it's not more cock. I'd have liked to have seen that. I just brought a sandwich home for you. Are you hungry," she asked. "I figured you'd been eating something because your lipstick is all messed up. You obviously haven't worn lipstick before," she added.

"Yeah, this is my first time. I almost forgot I even had makeup on or this dress for that matter," I said following her into the kitchen.

I scarfed down the sandwich and fries. I was glad the bar wasn't too far away since the were still hot and fries are never god cold. Marsha mixed a couple cocktails for us and set a soft pink drink in front of me. She'd already downed one and was working on her second by the time I finished eating my dinner.

"Are you trying to get lucky again, you didn't put anything in my drink did you," I teased.

"Ha ha, no but that's not a bad idea. I'll have to remember that for next time. No, I was just trying to help you relax before we go for a walk tonight," She said.

"Oh yeah, you'd better make me two or three then," I said downing the first one.

Marsha made two more drinks and I downed each as quickly as the first. I'd have drank a fourth but Marsha cut me off at three. I was feeling great and knew a fourth would make me feel even better but she was adamant about not giving me anymore.

"I want you to remember all of tonight and if I give you another right now I'm worried you won't," she said.

It was true, I never was one to be able to hold my alcohol. I was always a super light weight. It was usually good for me because it didn't take much to get me drunk but one too many and I was blackout drunk. After too many blackouts, I pretty much stopped drinking at the end of my first senior year. I couldn't afford to flunk my senior year twice in a row.

"I don' even have shoes, and dressed like this, I should totally be rocking some fuck me pumps... wait, I don't even know how t'walk in heels," I muttered.

"You don't need heels Sweetheart," Marsha said.

"I love it when you call me sweetheart," I said. "But yeah, I totally need some heels... wait, what size does your mom wear, maybe I could squeeze into some of her shoes. She's a really pretty lady just like you. You're going to be a total fox when you grow up," I muttered.

"Well thanks sweetheart, I can see what mom has. Gimme a minute to check," She said.

Marsha came back with two sets of heels. One was clear plastic and looked to be about ten inches tall with the platform and the other simple black with a two or so inch heel. I immediately eyed the platform heels and was already strapping the fuck me pumps to my feet before Marsha even set the others down.

"This is what I'm talking about. This is exactly what I meant by fuck me pumps," I said trying to steady my feet while still sitting on the couch.

The heels barely fit and immediately started hurting my feet but that was the price I had to pay to look totally fuckable. I tried standing and my ankles kept twisting and flopping to the side. No matter how hard I tried or how much support Marsha was giving me, the best I could manage was to stand up holding the couch. Marsha just giggled at me.

"More I know of I ever want to trap you somewhere, all I have to do is put you in some platform shoes," Marsha laughed.

I couldn't help but think of the bondage gear in her bedside table and that kinky magazine with all those sissy men getting fucked. "Mmm, do you want to trap me somewhere, do you want to tie me up and have your way with me or something," I blurted out.

"Yes I do, but not yet. We need to get you out of your comfort zone a little bit," Marsha said.

"That's so hot, I want to feel what you feel when I'm inside you," I muttered.

"What," Marsha asked.

I was drunk and my mouth wasn't connected to my brain. It was like my internal filter was missing and my true thoughts were spilling out. There was a sober Tyson sitting on my shoulder telling me what not to say and a more exciting Tyson wearing a dress and tied up with his... or her ass fully accessible showing me the hottest things I could think of. A miniature Marsha was wearing a strapon just like all those dominant women in the magazine. She started fucking the little sissy Tyson and that's what spilled out of my mouth.

"I want to feel what it feels like to get fucked like a girl does. I want to feel what you feel when you have sex," I said still trying to walk in the ridiculous heels.

"I could help you with that. One problem though, your bum is a little too small for anything real," She said. "But we could get you ready for something more right now," She added.

"Take those off and come with me," She said.

I stumbled through the hall behind Marsha and practically fell through her door. I thought for a second that I should have skipped that third drink but then Marsha pulled the drawer open on her bedside table. The same one that I'd been snooping around in, the very drawer with the wrist and ankle cuffs and all the sex toys. I eyed the big black dildo I'd nearly been caught sucking on and then my attention was pulled to the little pink toy Marsha had in her hand. It had a wife head with a narrow neck and the base of the toy had a deep red jewel embedded in it. If a toy could have a gender, I'd have called the big black dong a boy for sure and the little pink thing was definitely a girly as I'd ever seen.

"What's that," I asked.

"This is to help you get ready. It's the smallest one I have. When you can wear this one," She said grabbing a much larger soft white toy from her drawer. "you'll be ready. Could be tonight if you can relax, could be sometime later if you can't," Marsha said. She handed me the toy like I one What to do with it. I assumed it was supposed to go in my ass but I didn't really know so I just tossed it in the air a few times. I kept eyeing the magazine and the cuffs though. I couldn't stop my mouth from moving.

"And what about these," I asked as I grabbed an ankle cuff and the magazine. "She's really hot like that. Is that what you want to do to me," I muttered with the magazine opened to a random page.

"What's going on," She said.

"Nothing, nothing, everything is fine. I'm good... so, what do I do with this," I said riding the pink toy up and catching it.

"That goes in your bum. It's supposed to help you get used to something being back there. Do you want some help or can you get it on your own," Marsha asked.

"Mmm... will you help me with it," I pleaded.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom," She said snatching the little pink toy from my hand.