The Hottie in the Mirror Pt. 02

Alex slammed open the door, escaping into the chilly fall night.

...

Claire finally picked up on the third call. Alex was almost crying with tension and confusion and guilt, feeling his sperm slowly cooling against his cock beneath his coat.

"Hey!" said Claire, sounding a little out of breath, "What's up baby? I thought you were busy tonight."

"I... I was wondering if you could give me a ride home," said Alex miserably, his voice almost breaking. Obviously, letting his girlfriend see him like this wasn't ideal, but there was no way he could call a ride share like this, and there was no one else he could trust.

"Ummm, I was sort of in the middle of something babe..." said Claire hesitantly. "But if it's really important, then of course I'll be there right away."

Alex let Claire know where he was, on an outdoor bench behind the mall. He tried to tuck his feet up as best he could: the pavement felt like ice beneath his stockinged feet.

Alex almost sobbed with relief when Claire's car finally pulled up to the curb. His mind had been obsessively picturing what would happen if some creep ran into him wearing nothing but a coat and women's underwear. Claire gave him a shocked glance but seemed to realize that Alex wasn't able to talk about what had happened right now.

The ride home was mercifully silent, with Alex staring out the window into the dark night with troubled eyes.

When they got home, Claire gently removed the long jacket despite Alex's weak protests, revealing the cum-stained lingerie within.

Alex waited with tense anticipation for the explosion, the accusations, the breakup. But the first thing Claire said was "Oh honey, you're so beautiful." In a gentle, loving voice.

"Come here," she said, pulling Alex into an embrace and removing his wig, running her fingers through his hair as he gratefully accepted the affection he didn't deserve.

"You had to let him bully you a lot to get your gift, didn't you?" she asked tenderly.

"Yes!" sobbed Alex, burying his face in her warm, nice-smelling chest, partially lying and partially telling the truth. He cried from guilt and confusion and damaged ego.

Before too long he had worn himself out enough to pass out into a deep sleep, still wearing the sexy lingerie that Anton had bought him.

...

When she was sure that Alex was deeply asleep, Claire had a kinky idea. She arranged her boyfriend carefully on the bed, displaying his round ass and perky little tits. He was a vision of innocent, feminine sexiness.

Except for the load of jizz drying in his silky panties.

Claire put on some lingerie herself. It was a little annoying that she didn't have anything as sexy as Lexi's underwear on hand, but there was no helping it.

Claire arranged herself in an inviting pose next to sleeping beauty and snapped a few pics of the two sexy ladies together in bed. Then she sent them to a contact in her phone called "Tony's Pizza" with the caption [Which one would you pick? Me or Lexi?]

The response came almost instantly.

[Why can't I have you both at once?]

She grinned wickedly as she texted back.

[Naughty boy! You know that's not possible.]

[Lexi's not ready for that yet. You'll have to be patient.]

Then she deleted the messages and changed back to her comfy PJs to sleep next to her sweet, trusting boyfriend.

....

Alex had been dreading the first meeting with the other sorority pledges since they had come up with this plan. But as the actual meeting arrived he found that he was no longer worried.

After all, the other night he had hung out in the mall all evening as a woman with no one catching on. He even had a girl who was jealous of him see him topless and not realize he was a man. He really had nothing to worry about from the other girls. Slipping into the role of Lexi was starting to feel natural.

Lexi did get a lot of cold stares and frosty, fake smiles from the other girls as Claire introduced her. The only exceptions were the red-headed twins she had met the other day, Iris and Daisy, and even they were a little stiff in their greetings.

Hailey, acting as the confident queen bee like always, crossed the room to Lexi and Alex as soon as she noticed them. "I told you, Lexi," she said with a smirk. "They're all acting like little bitches, right? Don't worry too much. Once they see what you have to do for the second task, they will feel more pity than annoyance."

She turned to Claire with a raised eyebrow. "I'm really glad you brought this little minx to us, Claire. Did Sexy Lexi here tell you about the great foot rub she gave me the other day?"

"Of course!" giggled Claire, throwing an arm around Lexi's waist and pulling her close. "We're best friends, we share everything!" Lexi knew that they were undercover, but it still hurt a little for Claire to reference her as just a "friend".

"Well, this little lady has a real talent for serving at the feet of other women. I bet she would give you a "foot rub" too if you asked her the right way," said Hailey with a naughty wink.

"Maybe I will," said Claire, giving Lexi a smoky sidelong glance. "After all, what are besties for?"

"Ok, enough chit-chat," said Hailey, marching to the front of the room and clapping her hands to attract the attention of the other pledges.

"Good evening ladies!" she called, and the rest of the room responded with a quiet chorus of "Good evening madam president."

"The fact that you are all still here means that you have all successfully connected with a sponsor from the Birchwood Society!" she said with a smile, politely clapping her hands in a small round of applause. "You no doubt discovered that it was more difficult than it sounded! Those lazy fucks over at the Society think our whole initiation process is a pain in the ass!"

Hailey took a popcorn bowl from a nearby table and shook it a little, shuffling the folded papers within. "One of the primary tasks of the Ladies of the Grove, as described in our charter, is to entertain and support the brothers of The Birchwood Society. Outdated? Sure," she admitted with a wry twist of her mouth, "But you have to remember our charter was written over a hundred years ago and still stands unchanged."

She reached into the bowl and idly stirred the pieces of paper with her fingers. "The second task will test your dedication to that goal, but also your luck. For each pledge, I will pull a task out of the bowl. You will perform that task for your sponsor, film it, then do a little show and tell for the rest of the pledges. Some of the tasks are tame. Some aren't. The choice I make is final. You're free to give up and leave, but I won't hear any excuses about how the game is unfair, or requests for a redraw."

She turned to the crowd. "Veronica," said Hailey sharply, focusing on a tall girl with curly black hair, "You're up first." The president swirled her hand through the bowl and picked out a paper slip.

"Serve a three-course meal to him and his friends."

Veronica looked unhappy at the amount of work in front of her, but Lexi's tension unwound a little bit now that she had heard an example task. It sounded tedious but doable.

Other girls were called up one by one. One girl was forced to do her sponsor's homework for a week (which probably wouldn't make for an entertaining video, Lexi thought). Another had to give her sponsor a full-body massage.

Some of the tasks were silly, and others sounded like hard work, but even though some of them were a little suggestive, like the massage task, none of them were explicitly sexual. Lexi felt more relaxed. She could do this. Maybe it would turn out that getting Anton as her sponsor was the hard part.

Lexi's sense of security slipped when Iris got called up.

"Deep clean your sponsor's dorm room," Hailey paused, a nasty smile crept across her face, "While wearing only stockings and high heels." Iris turned red enough to match her hair and walked stiffly back to the crowd to be comforted by her sister and friends. Lexi's mouth went dry. There were sexual favors hidden in the bowl after all. And Hailey had promised her an especially difficult challenge two.

As if reading Lexi's thoughts, Hailey's cruel hazel eyes slid through the crowd to lock directly onto Lexi.

"You're next, Lexi," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "Come on up." Lexi tottered on unsteady legs to the front of the room, feeling the hard, annoyed stares of the other girls as she took her place at Hailey's side for the drawing.

Hailey leaned over and whispered, "I decided to be nice, Lexi. I'm not going to give you the worst task in the bowl. Just one of the top three." Lexi looked down with fear to see that Hailey already had a slip of paper hidden in her hand before it dipped into the bowl. No luck of the draw for her.

Hailey swirled her hand with the pre-chosen task through the bowl, then held it up to her eyes. She pretended to be surprised, then turned to Lexi with a wide, hungry smile. Lexi gulped.

"Give your sponsor a blowjob."

The crowd ooohed and giggled over the new girl's bad luck as Lexi's heartbeat thundered in her ears. The room felt like it was spinning.

"Good luck girl," said Hailey with a wink. "I can't wait to see the video." Then the president was calling up another girl, and Lexi was walking quickly, not sure where she was going, out of the stuffy back room of the sorority house, out the front door, and into the night.

...

(Months ago, in Alex's training session)

"Are you attracted to men, Alex?"

Faria watched as Alex's reluctance to talk battled with her command to answer her questions with the truth. She held her breath. With some people, this particular question could get a little... tricky.

Alex's face began to grow red, then purple.

Shit.

"Don't answer that," snapped Faria irritably. This presented a complication. Some people were in such heavy denial over their attraction to the same sex that their minds wouldn't physically allow them to admit it. For some reason, it tended to be men who had this particular problem. If she had allowed Alex to stew with the question, he would have passed out, and she didn't have time for that. She watched as Alex breathed heavily, his face slowly returning to its normal pale color.

Faria sat on the bed and thought. There were a number of things she could try, but past this point, there was nothing that would be guaranteed to work.

"Are you bisexual, Alex?" she asked in a hopeful tone. Sometimes this label was a little easier for homophobes to swallow.

But no luck. She was forced to cancel the question once again as Alex began changing colors.

"For God's sake!" Faria said in frustration, "You're acting like being bisexual is some sort of horrible thing. It's honestly a little insulting. You realize that I'm bisexual right?"

Alex gave her a hateful glare. "Firstly, I'm not really worried about offending my kidnapper. Secondly, there's nothing wrong with being bisexual. But I'm not," he said doggedly.

"Well we're at an impasse then," said Faria with a frown, "Because I can't let you go until you are absolutely drooling for bully cock."

"Well then we do have a problem," said Alex defiantly, "Because that will never happen in a million years."

...

Alex lay in his bed, naked, staring up at the ceiling. When he got home he had torn the woman's clothing off like it was something filthy, desperately rushing, unable to stand the feel of it anymore.

He wasn't sure why he had thought this whole thing was a good idea. Dressing up as a girl. Joining a fucking sorority. It was all a bad joke. He needed to get real. He had failed to join the Birchwood Society. As much as that stung, he needed to pick up the pieces and create a new path in life. Compromising his dignity and sexuality wasn't going to accomplish anything.

Alex heard the door to his apartment softly open and close and knew that Claire was home. He still felt a stab of guilt over going out with Anton behind her back. She believed that Anton had done some kind of horrific hazing to Alex as his price for buying the lingerie. Alex couldn't tell her the truth: for most of the night, it had been more like a romantic first date.

Alex needed to draw a line in the sand with his girlfriend. This whole thing had been her idea, but obviously, with this second challenge, the plan had hit a brick wall. Alex couldn't go any further. Things had already gotten weird and confusing with Anton, and he was terrified of what would happen if he was ever in the same room with his bully again while dressed as Lexi. Claire needed to understand that the two of them as a couple needed to completely reevaluate their life plans.

Claire sat on the edge of the bed, gently touching his thigh with a warm hand. "How are you feeling, Tiger?"

"Defeated," he said honestly. "I'm coming to terms with the fact that my dream of joining Birchwood is finally dead."

Claire was silent for a solid minute. Then she gently asked, "Does it have to be though?"

Alex turned his eyes to his girlfriend in disbelief. "Yes, Claire. The dream is fucking dead. You heard Hailey. No redraws. I either give Anton Williams, the biggest dickhead on earth, a blowjob or I quit. The answer is fucking obvious."

Claire made a conflicted face, clearly choosing her words carefully. "Listen honey... a lot of very successful people have done things they weren't proud of to get where they are. Have you ever heard that stupid question? Would you suc... I mean, would you do something gross for a million dollars? We could be talking about a lot more money than that."

Alex raised himself up on an elbow. His voice grew heated. "You're not listening to me, Claire. I will never ever suck a guy's cock. Never. And if I did, it would never be fucking Anton's cock. It's not that I won't do it. I can't do it. It goes against the core of my being. I am not into guys." The speech was intended to convince himself just as much as Claire, but it worked. The speech felt right. Alex felt like he was remembering who he really was after being confused for weeks, like a sun coming out from behind a cloud.

Claire grabbed his thigh tightly and raised a pleading hand. "I know. I know, Tiger. Alex Fox would never ever suck Anton's cock. I would never think that he would. But think about this..."

"...Would Lexi?"

Alex felt his confusion come back tenfold. It felt like he was being plunged into darkness. What the fuck was Claire talking about? Would Lexi suck Anton's cock? But Lexi was just a trick, a mask he wore to fool people.

Wasn't she?

...

(Months ago, in Alex's training session)

There was one trick that Faria could use to salvage this project. She rubbed her forehead as she considered it. It was risky. Sometimes this method could go wrong. Badly wrong. But she had come this far. Anton wanted to see Alex as a girl. She wanted to see Alex as a girl. Even Alex wanted to see himself as a girl deep down. And turning him into a lesbian just wasn't the goal.

She would give it a try. If she was careful, Alex would finally be able to accept his attraction to men.

This would call for some delicate fine-tuning.

Faria took Alex's head in both of her hands and bent down close, staring deep into his eyes.

*I am putting you into partial programming mode, Alex* she said in her strange, buzzing hypnotic voice. *You will still be able to talk and think, but you will be extremely relaxed and receptive to everything that I say. Understand?*

Alex nodded dreamily, his eyes becoming dull. A thin line of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Faria sat on the edge of the bed, completely focused, choosing her words carefully.

*I want you to imagine what it would be like if you were born a girl. Do you know what your name would have been if you had been a girl, Alex? I think you know it already.*

"Leeeexiiiii," said Alex slowly, a big silly grin on his entranced face.

*That's right! Good girl!* said Faria with approval. *Now, I want you to really pretend here. Imagine what it would be like to be Lexi. Think like her. Be Lexi.*

Alex's eyes widened, and he stared into space as if he was seeing something Faria couldn't. His cock twitched, beginning to get hard again.

*The interesting thing about Lexi,* said Faria delicately, *Is that Lexi is allowed to feel and want the things that you can't. The things that are too dirty and wrong for you to want and feel. It's all fair game for Lexi, because Lexi is a cute girl, and cute girls get whatever they want*

Alex's grin was getting wider and wider, his cock growing harder as he listened to Faria's speech.

*Now, tell me Lexi, what do you look like?*

"I.. I have long beautiful blond hair," said Alex dreamily, "And a thick juicy ass. And big tits."

Well... big tits might be reaching for the moon, but the rest was doable, reflected Faria.

*And what do you like to wear, Lexi?*

"Short skirts," said Alex eagerly, his cock dripping, "And tight shirts. I'm always wearing beautiful makeup. I want everyone to see me and be jealous. Oh! And Panties. Sexy fucking panties."

Here was the clincher. Alex had been doing a great job of leading himself down the path so far, but he needed to take that one last crucial step.

*And what kind of people are you attracted to, Lexi?*

"I like hot girls..." said Alex pausing for a moment, "And cute boys too. God, I want both!"

Jackpot.

*Let's focus on the cute boys, Lexi. What do you want to do with them?*

"I want... Oh god..." said Alex, his internal resistances breaking down from Faria's hypnotic hypothetical. He writhed against the straps tying him to the bed, desperately trying to find some way to stimulate his cock. "I want to feel their big strong arms around me. I want to feel their hard cock sliding in my hand. I want to get down on my knees like the slutty little girl I am and suck their hard dicks until they cum in my mouth! I want them to fuck my pussy all night long!"

*Good Girl.* purred Faria.

...

"What if you were a girl for just one night?" asked Claire seriously, looking Alex dead in the eyes. "Not just pretending, not just dressing up. What if you really were Lexi? Just for an hour. Just long enough to do what needs to be done. Then you can just go back to being Alex and forget it ever happened."

Alex felt like his mind was bruised, cracking apart at the seams.

"Th-that's crazy," he said numbly. "That doesn't even make any sense, Claire."

But didn't it? Hadn't that been exactly what he had done that day at the sorority house when he stole the panties? He had slipped into being Lexi so deeply that he had completely forgotten he was a man for a moment. It had happened again at the mall with Anton. It was like Lexi had taken over completely. Could he just do that again? Let his feminine side take over and handle this disgusting task for him?

"It wouldn't be gay if Lexi gave Anton a blowjob, Tiger," said Claire in a low persuasive voice. "It couldn't be. Lexi is a girl after all. You can just let Lexi take one for the team and keep your precious masculinity intact."

Alex considered it. He thought about how good it had felt to relax, to let his girly side take over and go with the flow. He felt tempted.

"You can do this babe," said Claire confidently. "Be the big strong man and do the brave thing here. Become a girl."

"Ok," said Alex softly, feeling the hope that had been shattered flare back to life inside him. With this workaround, he could pass the second sorority challenge and still be the man he knew he was. It was a perfect solution.

Claire practically squealed with joy, bouncing up and down on the bed. She leaned over and kissed her boyfriend deeply, sharing a moment of happy celebration with him over the fact that his lips would soon be wrapped around his bully's cock.