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Alex fell limp, held in place by his bonds. His wilted cock still drooled onto his pale tender belly.
*If I was a woman, I would live a happier life*
"-a happier life." repeated Alex.
*I deserve to be pampered and taken care of by the people that love me*
"-that love me."
*What I want in a romantic partner is someone who will take charge and make decisions for me. I don't want to wear the pants in my relationship.*
"- relationship."
There. Alex hadn't resisted any of those particularly hard. He would probably welcome it if Claire took the reins a bit more, even without hypnotic conditioning.
Faria snapped her fingers, bringing Alex out of his trance. The next topic would be the most difficult, but was absolutely essential to the success of their overall plan. If Faria wasn't able to carefully navigate this topic and subtly influence Alex, the goal of turning him into a submissive woman for Anton would be impossible.
Faria took a deep breath and asked her next question in a deadly serious tone.
"Alex, are you attracted to men?"
...
Alex spent the ride-share to the mall nervously adjusting the cute skirt he had picked out, and using his phone camera to check his makeup. He told himself that it was because the crowds at the mall might notice he was a man, but his mind kept wandering back to what Anton would think when he saw what Alex looked like tonight.
Because Alex didn't want to pat himself on the back too much, but he looked fucking hot. Noticing that he had a slight flaw in his lipgloss, he carefully reapplied, making a kissy face to himself in the camera.
When he looked up, the ride-share driver was watching him in the rearview, quickly looking away when he was caught. Alex smiled wickedly, feeling the thrill of being an object of desire. It was something he had rarely felt as a man, not having the rugged muscular body type that society prized. The feeling was intoxicating, and Alex was slowly forgetting how insulted he used to feel when being checked out by men.
The ride was over before he knew it, and now the reality of the situation came crashing down on him. He was about to wear his disguise in public. He had done it before, but never in front of this many people.
"Um," said the driver nervously, holding out a folded piece of paper, "I thought maybe I could give my number? Maybe we could hang out sometime?"
Alex laughed, a feminine giggle feeling perfectly natural as it bubbled up out of his throat. He ignored the extended hand, stepping out of the car and walking with renewed confidence towards the mall entrance. It served as a great ego boost. Alex knew he looked amazing. He decided that tonight would be fun. If Alex could get Anton all hot and bothered without feeling anything himself, then Anton was the gay one, not him.
Alex's confidence that he would be the one in the driver's seat tonight faded a little when he saw Anton.
The tall muscular sports star hadn't noticed Alex yet. He was standing near the entrance of the mall, staring down at his phone, leaning with cool, confident ease against a concrete pylon.
He looks good. The thought flashed through Alex's head before he could censor it. Anton was wearing a slightly scuffed leather jacket, expensive-looking but clearly well-used. Beneath it, he wore a slim-fitting Henley shirt that showcased his body. He wore the buttons loose, showing the top of his muscled chest, complete with tufts of chest hair. Dark jeans and Chukka boots rounded out the tasteful outfit.
So much for Alex blowing Anton out of the water in the looks department. Alex wasn't sure that he could look like that if he tried: Confidently masculine and fashionable at the same time.
Alex took a deep breath, trying to kill the butterflies rampaging through his stomach. It's not a date, Alex. It doesn't matter how hot Anton looks.
Alex briefly considered running away, but it was too late, Anton had looked up and noticed him, a cocky grin spreading across his face.
"I was worried you might stand me up," he said teasingly. "Ready to have a good time, babygirl?"
"I just want to buy something and get this over with, Anton," said Alex cooly in his high, soft girl voice. "I have better things to do than hang out with you all night."
Anton laughed and put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Mercy! Mercy! No need to be like that. Let's get dinner first at least."
Despite himself, Alex relaxed enough to give Anton an exasperated smile. Anton could be charming when he wanted to be. Funny how Anton only cared to be charming to Alex since he had started dressing like a girl. "What is it that you want exactly Anton? Why do you even want to eat dinner with a... with someone like me?" he asked wryly.
"Maybe I just want the company of a beautiful woman," said Anton without a trace of humor, his eyes warm as they looked at Alex, "Maybe I want to show off the kind of hottie that will agree to go on a date with me."
Alex rolled his eyes behind his long, mascara-enhanced lashes, but internally, he felt the compliment hit home. As a man, he so rarely received this kind of sweet attention, even from Claire. He felt blood pumping into his cock. But he wasn't worried tonight. He had planned ahead. Alex had bought some flesh-colored medical tape from the drugstore and carefully taped his cock to his leg. No more potentially disastrous boners for this pretend lady, thank you very much.
"Fine," said Alex breezily, walking past Anton with a flip of his hair, heading towards the entrance doors, "If you want to spend money on me that badly, I could use a free meal. I hope the most expensive thing on the menu is good."
Anton chuckled as he roused himself from the pylon and followed behind. "Careful Lexi, most guys expect a woman to put out when she acts like that on a date."
"Gross," muttered Alex with a disgusted sneer, "don't even fucking joke about that."
...
The mall had an attached Italian restaurant. Hardly anything special or romantic, but certainly a step up from the usual chain restaurants.
As the waiter walked them to their table, Anton moved ahead and pulled out a chair for Alex. Alex gave his bully a sarcastic "Thank you" but he had to admit that the gesture was intriguing. It was sort of nice to be treated like he was special.
"So tell me a little more about you, Lexi," said Anton, leaning across the table avidly, "What major are you going into?" Alex felt a little flustered. He had expected either viscous bullying or mocking sexual advances tonight, not this sort of casual first-date conversation.
"Well, my plan is to get a business degree," said Alex honestly. "My dad has a lot of connections in the business world, and that would set me up best for my future career."
"Ahhhh!" said Anton, raising his eyebrows, "I like a girl who's good with money. Couldn't be me. When I get money I spend it like that." He snapped his fingers crisply, a big self-deprecating smile on his face. "I'm still suffering from a huge purchase I made this past winter. I've been practically broke since then."
Despite himself, Alex found himself warming to the conversation. "Well, what did you buy that was sooo important?" he asked teasingly.
Anton laughed as though Alex had made an extremely funny joke. "I commissioned a piece of art actually," he said, wiping a tear from his eye, "It's not quite finished yet, but it's already looking really good."
Alex laughed along with him. It was a pretty silly thing to waste money on in college. Who did Anton think he was, a Renaissance nobleman?
They turned to other subjects: Anton's major (communication, mainly because he thought it would be easiest), their hobbies (both played video games, though for Anton it was mainly sports games and for Alex, it was mainly shooters), and classes they had hated and loved so far this year. All of it carefully avoided mentioning their past relationship of bully and victim, and tactfully stepped around the fact that Alex was normally a man. It really was as if they were on a first date.
Would it be so bad to relax and play along? It was clear at this point that Anton wasn't trying to set Alex up to reveal his humiliating secret. Maybe for just one evening, Alex could get lost in the fantasy and feel what it was like to be a cute girl on a first date with a handsome guy. Maybe Alex could be Lexi... just for tonight...
The restaurant must have been busy, because it felt like they had talked forever before the waiter finally appeared to take their order.
"Anything to drink?" asked the waiter with a patient smile.
Lexi was about to tell him that water was fine when Anton spoke up.
"A Whiskey soda for me," said Anton confidently, "And an Appletini for her. Thanks, man."
"Right away, sir," said the waiter, jotting it down, "I'll be right back with those and to take your food order."
"What are you doing?" hissed Lexi, her eyes narrowed, "We're not 21, Anton! We could get in big trouble."
"We could if you make a big scene over it, babe," said Anton with a grin and a wink, "They know me here. They'll 'forget' to card us and no one will ever know. Relax, Lexi. Let Daddy take care of you."
"Pfft," scoffed Lexi, "Listen to you. Calling yourself Daddy. That's so lame!" But despite herself, she giggled. It did seem like Anton had everything under control. Tonight seemed like it was a night that she could relax and let Anton take the reins.
The waiter swiftly returned with their drinks. It still made Lexi a little nervous to be openly ordering alcohol in a restaurant, but she took her cues from Anton, who seemed completely confident. Suddenly, Lexi realized that she hadn't even read the menu yet, and hurriedly opened it to make a choice
"I'll have the Linguine alle Vongole, and she'll have the Spaghetti and Meatballs," said Anton decisively, closing his menu with a snap. He deftly plucked Lexi's menu out of her hands and handed them to the waiter, who murmured "Excellent choice, sir" and hurried away.
Lexi frowned. "Anton, come on. I can order for myself."
Anton shrugged with his usual cocky smile. "I know what's good here. Besides, you had that adorable, ditzy 'I don't know what to do' face and I just couldn't leave a cute girl hanging like that."
Ditzy? Adorable? Anton was just trying to get under her skin. It reminded Lexi uncomfortably of the sort of teasing that Claire always did, which caused a pang of guilt to race through her. She raised her bright green glass of appletini to hide her confused blush.
Lexi realized with annoyance that Anton had ordered the drink for her as well. A decidedly girly, fruity drink in contrast with his whiskey soda. She glared at the bright green liquid, then grudgingly gave it a sip. Damn it. It was delicious. Lexi had always tried to enjoy the kinds of drinks that men were supposed to like, but she had to admit that it was mostly an act. She took another deeper sip of the drink, careful not to smudge her lip gloss. If she was committed to relaxing into a feminine role tonight, why not finally enjoy a drink that she actually liked drinking?
The spaghetti and meatballs was likewise an excellent choice, and Lexi was forced to admit that Anton had gauged her tastes well. He kept a supply of delicious fruity drinks coming to the table, and soon Lexi's head was pleasantly warm and fuzzy.
"Tell me Lexi," said Anton, swirling his whiskey soda (was it only his second drink? That
couldn't be right...), "Why is it that you want to join Birchwood so badly?"
Lexi sighed. She probably shouldn't open up to Anton: he just wasn't someone she could trust to have her best interests at heart. But he had been so sweet so far tonight, and the liquor had loosened her lips. Fuck it.
"I just... I just have so many expectations on me, Anton," said Lexi, leaning her elbows on the table.
Anton's eyes greedily drank in the sight. Intellectually, he knew that the sexy girl in front of him was actually that lame little rich boy that he had always despised. Under the cute skirt Lexi was wearing, there was still the shrimpy little cock that the basketball team had loved to mock. But despite the fact that he knew it was a wig, the way Lexi's shining blond hair caught the light was enchanting. Her lips were soft, plump, and shiny pink from her gloss. Her eyes were a deep, captivating blue.
Anton's plan had always been from the beginning to humiliate Alex as much as possible, then tell Faria he could never fuck a man and get his money back. But he felt his cock stir as the beautiful woman across from him gave him a vulnerable look and prepared to pour her heart out to him. It happened the other day in the dining hall as well. What was it that Faria had said the other day? If it talks like a girl and walks like a girl and acts like a girl, his cock wouldn't be able to tell the difference... Could that really be true?
"My Dad expects me to join," continued Lexi, "If I don't... Well, to say he would be disappointed would be an understatement. I would be lucky if I wasn't disowned. Claire expects me to join too. It's the key starting point for her plans for our future. If I can't join the Birchwood Society, I'll be a failure. No. Worse. I'll be totally worthless."
Lexi looked completely forlorn and defeated, and despite his dark plans for her, Anton couldn't help but feel a stab of pity for the poor sexually confused person across the table from him. Anton had charmed enough girls that he knew just what to say. "Hey," he said sharply, causing Lexi to look up into his eyes with a little jump. Anton reached across the table and took one of Lexi's delicate hands in his. "You could never, ever be worthless, Lexi. You are a hard-working, caring, amazing person. If your Dad and Claire can't love you for who you are, then they don't deserve you."
Lexi's face turned bright red at Anton's earnest speech. The butterflies were back in her stomach. Why was her body reacting to such a corny line? She weakly tore her hand from Anton's grip. "Th-thanks, Anton," she murmured softly, unable to meet his eyes.
It was weird. As Alex, Anton's cocky straightforward attitude made him simmer with annoyance. But for some reason, as Lexi, the same kind of pushy confidence wasn't unpleasant... It was even a little endearing.
...
After dinner, they left the restaurant together, walking side by side in comfortable silence. Maybe Anton was playing some long game, but Lexi had to admit that she felt a lot closer to him after their talk at dinner. He really wasn't so bad of a guy once you got to know him. Or maybe just when you got to know him as a hot woman.
Suddenly Anton was throwing a strong arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and sending a sudden rush of blood to her taped cock as she felt Anton's muscly bulk press against her. He pointed excitedly at one of those stupid claw games that only existed to steal your money.
"What do you think, Lexi?" he said with a grin. "Want a cute stuffed animal to take home?"
"D-don't waste your money, Anton," huffed Lexi, still trying hard to ignore how strong Anton's arm felt wrapped around her. The warm buzz of alcohol in her brain made it hard to think straight.
"Nonsense, baby!" said Anton jokingly, "Not everyone knows the tricks, but you are looking at a sports star. My reflexes are second to none." And without further hesitation, he stepped forward and inserted a bill into the machine.
Lexi trailed after him, raising an eyebrow skeptically. She remembered a similar boast she had made to Claire on the boardwalk one summer. She had laughed afterward and said that he shouldn't worry about it: all of those machines were scams. It had still stung her pride a little though.
Anton aimed immediately for a cheap-looking stuffed pink panda. Lexi smirked. Too ambitious: it was one of the larger items in the machine. But to her amazement, the claw latched firmly and easily carried the stuffed animal to the prize shoot. That lucky bastard had managed to get it in one try.
Anton's smile was triumphant as he bowed low, kissing Lexi's hand and placing the stuffed bear into it with a ridiculous show of over-the-top civility. "Here you are madame," he said, his eyes sparkling, "A cute toy for the cutest girl on campus."
"Stop it you dork," said Lexi, her face blushing red once again. "People are looking at us." But she found it hard to keep a smile off her face from Anton's silly display.
They continued walking through the mall, laughing and joking. Lexi looked down at the stuffed bear she was hugging with one arm. It was one small stupid thing. But Anton seemed to be able to effortlessly do masculine things that Alex struggled with. If Anton was what a real man was like, then what was Alex?
Without warning, Anton's hand traced down Lexi's arm and laced itself through her fingers. For a second she was confused. What exactly was he doing? Then she felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach again. Anton Williams was fucking holding hands with her. Casually. Continuing to talk about whatever he had been saying as if it was no big deal. His hand was large and warm against hers.
She should throw his hand off. Get angry. He was presuming too much.
But she had committed to being a girl for tonight. Was it really so wrong for Anton to hold her hand after treating her to a nice dinner and being so sweet? It wasn't like he was trying to feel her up or something. It was a fairly innocent gesture...
Lexi squeezed Anton's hand, prompting a gentle smile from her former bully. Something about tonight was making her feel odd feelings toward Anton.
A loudspeaker crackled on. "The mall will be closing in 15 minutes, please make your final purchases and make your way to the exits.
Shit! How could it be that late? It seemed like they were just having dinner minutes ago! Fuck! How could Lexi have forgotten the one fucking reason she had come to the mall in the first place? Anton still needed to buy her a gift or she was screwed!
Anton looked sidelong at her, holding back a laugh at her panicked state. "You're so cute when you're upset, Lexi," he said with a chuckle. "Relax! I told you before that I had everything under control. Like I said, let Daddy take care of you!"
Lexi pulled her hand out of Anton's and crossed her arms, cocking a hip and giving Anton a cool stare. "You need to stop saying shit like that Anton, people are going to get the wrong idea! And what do you mean you have things under control? The mall is closing!"
"I've set something up, we have a special after-hours appointment at a little shop I know. Here, I'll show you. It's nearby." He beckoned her to follow and started walking away with a purposeful stride.
Lexi frowned. What choice did she have at this point? She followed.
It didn't take long to reach their destination. Anton stood in front of the store wearing a shit-eating grin.
"Hell no, Anton. No. Fuck no," said Lexi, fuming. She couldn't believe that she had trusted this jerk for an instant.
The cursive sign above the upscale clothing store read:
"Madame Badeaux's Intimate Apparel Boutique."
...
As they entered the store, a cute black-haired clerk with a tight ponytail rattled down the metal security gate after them.
Lexi and Anton had spent several minutes arguing outside of the shop over whether or not Lexi would ever accept a gift of sexy underwear from Anton. Anton had toyed with her a little while, then played his two trump cards just as the final closing announcement came on over the loudspeaker. Firstly: it was too late, all the other stores were now closed. Secondly: this was the only gift that Anton wanted to buy Lexi, so if she wanted to get into the Ladies of the Grove, she had no choice.
Lexi was furious. Light flirtation with Anton was one thing, a silly fantasy that she could live for one night. Accepting an erotically charged gift like sexy underwear was another thing entirely. It felt... dangerous. A step down a path that Lexi might not want to go down. It might also raise questions from Claire that he wouldn't be comfortable answering.
