CrystalVeeyantXXX
06-18-2026, 01:43 PM
Jessie was a beta male, assistant to an ambassador and his wife at a remote embassy, who was left behind in the guarded compound with a bunch of ex-military, CIA studs. Jessy's new duty was as cook and maid to the macho men, one of whom—Jonesy—suspects Jessie is a sissy. We pick it up the afternoon before their 4th of July party...
It was warm in the kitchen, so I stripped off the cargo pants so I wouldn’t stain them cleaning on my hands and knees. I was so low on clean underwear, I was down to the plain boyshorts I’d snagged from Irene’s left-behind luggage.
Those panties were the only things of the ambassador’s wife I dared to take, because they looked unisex. Sometimes late at night, I’d dress up in her sexiest lingerie. I’d been a closeted crossdresser since high school, but my foreign service made it risky to indulge. I’d been grateful for the minimal temptation… until she left all that behind.
I daydreamed as I knelt with the scrub brush and bucket of water, working hard at loosening the dried spills so they could be easily mopped up. Before long, the shirt and panties clung to my slender, sweaty, hairless body.
“Good work, Jessica,” Jonesy leered.
He was looking right at me, and his comment broke off the other conversations. Soon the other men were looking at me. I don’t know if it was Jonesy’s lecherous look or the surprise and even awe from the other men, but my cock started to harden.
I closed my knees. “There a problem? None of you guys ever saw another dude scrub a floor in basic training or anything?”
It may have looked a bit feminine but I put my hands on my hips in defiance. One by one they lost interest, save Jonesy, who smiled faintly at me. He nodded and turned back to their conversation.
As I continued to scrub, I snuck little glances at the guys who were sneaking looks at me. All of us now very well aware of how my clothes were clinging to my torso and probably my ass. If I’d been a girl, it would have been incredibly hot.
Jessss-i-caaaaa! You know you want to be a girl…
Damn! That seductive, insinuating voice of my hottest masturbatory fantasies chose this moment to tease me. What was worse, it was making my cock fully hard, trapped in Irene’s androgynous panties. Blushing deeply, I put my head down and scrubbed vigorously until my erection wilted. A glance showed the guys were back to ignoring me.
Finally, the last place left to scrub before mopping was under the dining table. I asked the guys if they’d mind moving so I could finish, and they were very cool about it. As they left the kitchen, I saw Jonesy going up to Jack and saying something. I couldn’t hear what it was, but they both glanced at me.
I was dying to go jack off after they left, but I forced myself to clean all the counters, finish loading the dishwasher, and mop the entire floor. By then I was in the routine, and I went to take on my other chores. I’d masturbate tonight.
After lunch and the mid-day cleaning, I decided to relax before I started making food for our party, thinking I might need extra energy to keep up with the guys. I took a long nap wearing only the panties, edging until I finally drifted off to fantasies of being a girl.
My nap ended up being too long, barely giving me time to prepare dinner. I put on a thin, silk robe over the boyshorts panties. It was only a few inches down my thighs; it would be hot cooking tonight.
If I’d given it much thought, I’d have realized that a girl wearing a robe that brief was begging for sexual attention. It was practical in that it was the fastest thing I could put on and perfect for cooking. I gave myself an approving nod in the mirror and dashed off to the kitchen.
Two hours later we were all in the courtyard. The day’s heat had carried into the evening, so now the silk was clinging to me, but I cared very little by then. The guys loved the cheese and crackers and the vegetables with dip, which went well with the case of beer from the storage room. I had a nice little buzz on, as did they.
“So, Jack," I asked the ex-army leader of these men. "When do you want to put on the steaks? I want to get the potatoes in the oven thirty minutes before we start grilling.”
“The steaks will keep, Jessie,” he said, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels. “It’s time to start the real party!”
Now I was a bit nervous. I wasn’t a huge drinker. The second time I got drunk, celebrating my eighteenth birthday, I ended up taking off my clothes at the party during a game of Truth or Dare. Fortunately, nothing really happened—like me getting dared to put one of the girls’ panties—probably because they were as inhibited as I was.
Tonight’s party wasn’t a bunch of tipsy teenagers, and I worried a bit Jonesy might make some kind of move on me.
Fuck it. It’s a party. Besides—Jack’ll look after you!
I wanted to show the guys I could be tough, so I gulped down that first shot of bourbon. I began coughing and Jack patted my back gently… like I was a girl or something. His hand felt so big and strong. After my third shot, there was no more coughing, just me and the guys having a good time.
In truth, I was getting drunk.
At some point, Jonesy brought out a boombox and plugged in some good old-fashioned techno. It wasn’t long before I was swaying and then dancing by myself, eyes closed, totally into the beat.
“Dance, Jessica, dance!” Jonesy hooted. I no longer cared.
There was a big futon in the courtyard and during my impromptu routine, the guys had all sat on it and were watching me with eyes that… well, like I was a stripper or something. I was then fully aware of how snug and exciting my clinging silk robe was.
Jack had me sit down in the middle of them and produced a little metal pipe. It smelled very strongly like pot, but more intense. He held it to my lips and ignited a Zippo lighter. I turned my head back and up to peer questioningly into his kind eyes.
“Hashish, baby,” he soothed. “Makes chronic seem like nothing.”
His gentle-fond look made me kind of melt inside. It took his advice and didn’t hit it too deep, but it still made me cough pretty hard. Still, that didn’t stop me from taking two more tokes off the pipe. Hot and dreamy, the high enfolded me in arms of giddy abandon.
“I feel wonnnnnderful, Jack,” I sighed, stretching lazily.
“I see what you mean, Jonesy,” he said. “But to be honest, I think that vibe has been in him all along.”
“Her, mon,” Jonesy grinned. “You’ll see.”
I felt too wonnnnnderful and too high to question what he just said, too happy to be with my buddies and all of them liking me so much!
“So let’s see what you’ve been talking ‘bout. Go to it,” Jack said.
I let Jonesy lead me to Irene’s former bedroom. Somebody had been busy in there, setting up the vanity with makeup and laying out lingerie on the ambassador’s wife’s bed… and sexy high heels.
His handsome black face regarded me with something like wonder as he stripped me to the panties I’d taken from Irene’s left-behinds. It all began to seem almost dreamlike when he sat me at the vanity and softly took my chin, turning my face side to side.
“Barely peach-fuzz,” he grinned. “Honey, you were born for this.”
Right about the time I realized what he meant, he began working feminine moisturizer into my face with gentle fingers, as if I were a delicate toy… or a girl. When he reached for the foundation, it became so clear what he intended to do. My cock got hard to my dismay.
“What… what are you doing?” I breathed, barely able to speak.
“What you’ve been dying to do to yourself for a long time.”
I pulled back, suddenly in a panic. “You’re wrong. Just ‘cause I’m not all macho doesn’t mean I’m some kind of sissy!”
“Be calm, honey. It’s all okay. Here. Have a couple hits.”
He handed me Jack’s hash pipe with stern eyes that said I better smoke. I sensed the tough, brutal Green Beret that underlay his happy, easy demeanor, so I smoked without hesitation.
Dizzy from the drug, I shuddered with pleasure as he expertly dabbed foundation on my face like he did it for a living. I asked why he was so sure I was a sissy.
“My first high school girlfriend in New Orleans was one, the first of many. It didn’t take long to see you had it in you.”
I tingled from hearing myself called a sissy. I knew deep down that’s what I was, but it scared me because I couldn’t face the truth of what that meant. To be a raging slut, a fucktoy of men—it equally thrilled and scared me. My erection grew in my panties as Jessica slowly but surely emerged from Jonesy’s skilled and gentle fingers.
“You’re very good at this,” I said to cover my anxiety.
“Baby, I have been watching my girlfriends do this for a very long time,” he grinned, finding my gaze in the mirror. “And may I say something? You are far prettier than many of them.”
“You’re far prettier…”
Oh my, oh my!
Forgetting my misgivings, I shivered deliciously and my eyes sheened with gratitude. “Will you kiss me, Jonesy? Please?”
His smiled fondly as he delicately took my face in his hands, so big and warm and strong. My mouth opened by itself as his generous lips touched mine, eagerly awaiting his tongue. I whimpered with desperate need as we French-kissed like we’d been lovers forever. My cock ached as it reached full hardness in my panties.
He broke the kiss and grinned widely, his teeth so white in his light-brown face. “You are a girl, aren’t you, Jessica?”
“Oh yes, Jonesy,” I sighed. “Your girl… if you want?”
“Who wouldn’t want?” he chuckled. “Let’s finish your face, baby.”
It amazed me how quickly he worked, powdering my face over the foundation, making my eyes dark and sexy—even false eyelashes—then contouring, blush and lipstick. Then he moussed and styled my long hair just like a stripper’s… or a whore’s.
I regarded my sexy, so-girly face in the mirror and how beautifully it was framed by my slutty hairdo. I was so shocked at how good I looked, I could barely breathe. And my cock was doing pushups in Irene’s panties. I dearly wanted lacy, sexy undies now!
Jonesy saw my boner and winked. “I knew I was right about you, baby. Time to dress you for the guys!”
Mention of the guys chilled out my intoxicating passion. No way would I let them see me like this! I now regretted letting him do it to me—and that kiss most of all! I’d not let my kinky desires turn me into something I wasn’t!
“This isn’t right! I want to stop it now and go back to normal!”.
He took my throat. “You don’t understand. I’m not asking you.”
Looming imposingly, Jonesy had me in sheer stockings, and matching white, lacy garterbelt, bra and panties. The panties were crotchless, so my dick pointed straight up.
Why was I still so hard?
He picked out a pair of pumps with heels low enough I could walk in them, telling me I’d soon be in high, stiletto pumps.
“Soon?” I repeated, like I didn’t understand.
“You’ll get a lot of practice. I spoke with Jack and explained about you. He agreed with me. You’re going to be Jessica from now on.”
That got me so dizzy, Jonesy had to catch me. “I’ll be Jessica all the time, now?” I whispered, dazed by the news.
“Many true sissies resist the desire, especially if they have normal lives with marriages and stuff. There’s nothing like that to hold you back, so we’re doing you a big favor here. I promise you.”
“You’re forcing me to do this,” I grumbled.
“You were into it ten minutes ago until I mentioned the guys, and your sissy shame took over. I’m helping you get over it.” He frowned. “You need to lose that boy-voice. Starting right now.”
After five minutes of him showing me voice tricks he’d learned from seeing past girlfriends work on theirs, he took me firmly by the waist and escorted back down to the courtyard.
“Jesus Christ!” Terry gasped.
“God-damn, Jonesy! What did you do to him?” Dan marveled.
Jack only grinned, but Brent was completely blown away, saying over and over again that he couldn’t believe it. Jonesy led me to a tiny lawn in the courtyard and had me kneel. He petted my head like a dog.
“I hope you guys think I’m pretty,” I said in my new girl-voice.
“I can’t believe it,” Brent repeated. “Were you always like this?”
I shrugged and smiled coquettishly. As embarrassed and helpless as I felt, part of me loved their looks of surprise, admiration and… lust!
“And to think… all this time,” Jack finally said.
“What’d I tell ya?” Jonesy smirked.
“So… what now?” Terry asked.
Instead of answering, Jonesy stood in front of me and stripped off his shorts. It was eleven inches long, not too thick, and it was halfway hard already. Goosebumps covered my skin and a brief wave of dizziness passed through me as I licked my lips.
“Nobody will judge you, baby,” he said. “You’re just a girl, looking at her first hard cock and doing what comes natural.”
“Promise?” I whimpered like a girl, afraid to do it in front of them.
“I’ll back you a hundred percent, Jess… Jessica,” Jack said. “One look at you, and all I see is a very beautiful, sexy girl.”
My eyes sheened with gratitude and my fears drained away. This deeply-cherished fantasy was coming true in a place and at a time I had never imagined. We were essentially prisoners in this compound, and now I was the only girl here to take care of these big, strong men!
From my collection of trans erotica shorts T-GIRL TALES #9 - Forced Feminization (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G3HPD7FD).
It was warm in the kitchen, so I stripped off the cargo pants so I wouldn’t stain them cleaning on my hands and knees. I was so low on clean underwear, I was down to the plain boyshorts I’d snagged from Irene’s left-behind luggage.
Those panties were the only things of the ambassador’s wife I dared to take, because they looked unisex. Sometimes late at night, I’d dress up in her sexiest lingerie. I’d been a closeted crossdresser since high school, but my foreign service made it risky to indulge. I’d been grateful for the minimal temptation… until she left all that behind.
I daydreamed as I knelt with the scrub brush and bucket of water, working hard at loosening the dried spills so they could be easily mopped up. Before long, the shirt and panties clung to my slender, sweaty, hairless body.
“Good work, Jessica,” Jonesy leered.
He was looking right at me, and his comment broke off the other conversations. Soon the other men were looking at me. I don’t know if it was Jonesy’s lecherous look or the surprise and even awe from the other men, but my cock started to harden.
I closed my knees. “There a problem? None of you guys ever saw another dude scrub a floor in basic training or anything?”
It may have looked a bit feminine but I put my hands on my hips in defiance. One by one they lost interest, save Jonesy, who smiled faintly at me. He nodded and turned back to their conversation.
As I continued to scrub, I snuck little glances at the guys who were sneaking looks at me. All of us now very well aware of how my clothes were clinging to my torso and probably my ass. If I’d been a girl, it would have been incredibly hot.
Jessss-i-caaaaa! You know you want to be a girl…
Damn! That seductive, insinuating voice of my hottest masturbatory fantasies chose this moment to tease me. What was worse, it was making my cock fully hard, trapped in Irene’s androgynous panties. Blushing deeply, I put my head down and scrubbed vigorously until my erection wilted. A glance showed the guys were back to ignoring me.
Finally, the last place left to scrub before mopping was under the dining table. I asked the guys if they’d mind moving so I could finish, and they were very cool about it. As they left the kitchen, I saw Jonesy going up to Jack and saying something. I couldn’t hear what it was, but they both glanced at me.
I was dying to go jack off after they left, but I forced myself to clean all the counters, finish loading the dishwasher, and mop the entire floor. By then I was in the routine, and I went to take on my other chores. I’d masturbate tonight.
After lunch and the mid-day cleaning, I decided to relax before I started making food for our party, thinking I might need extra energy to keep up with the guys. I took a long nap wearing only the panties, edging until I finally drifted off to fantasies of being a girl.
My nap ended up being too long, barely giving me time to prepare dinner. I put on a thin, silk robe over the boyshorts panties. It was only a few inches down my thighs; it would be hot cooking tonight.
If I’d given it much thought, I’d have realized that a girl wearing a robe that brief was begging for sexual attention. It was practical in that it was the fastest thing I could put on and perfect for cooking. I gave myself an approving nod in the mirror and dashed off to the kitchen.
Two hours later we were all in the courtyard. The day’s heat had carried into the evening, so now the silk was clinging to me, but I cared very little by then. The guys loved the cheese and crackers and the vegetables with dip, which went well with the case of beer from the storage room. I had a nice little buzz on, as did they.
“So, Jack," I asked the ex-army leader of these men. "When do you want to put on the steaks? I want to get the potatoes in the oven thirty minutes before we start grilling.”
“The steaks will keep, Jessie,” he said, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels. “It’s time to start the real party!”
Now I was a bit nervous. I wasn’t a huge drinker. The second time I got drunk, celebrating my eighteenth birthday, I ended up taking off my clothes at the party during a game of Truth or Dare. Fortunately, nothing really happened—like me getting dared to put one of the girls’ panties—probably because they were as inhibited as I was.
Tonight’s party wasn’t a bunch of tipsy teenagers, and I worried a bit Jonesy might make some kind of move on me.
Fuck it. It’s a party. Besides—Jack’ll look after you!
I wanted to show the guys I could be tough, so I gulped down that first shot of bourbon. I began coughing and Jack patted my back gently… like I was a girl or something. His hand felt so big and strong. After my third shot, there was no more coughing, just me and the guys having a good time.
In truth, I was getting drunk.
At some point, Jonesy brought out a boombox and plugged in some good old-fashioned techno. It wasn’t long before I was swaying and then dancing by myself, eyes closed, totally into the beat.
“Dance, Jessica, dance!” Jonesy hooted. I no longer cared.
There was a big futon in the courtyard and during my impromptu routine, the guys had all sat on it and were watching me with eyes that… well, like I was a stripper or something. I was then fully aware of how snug and exciting my clinging silk robe was.
Jack had me sit down in the middle of them and produced a little metal pipe. It smelled very strongly like pot, but more intense. He held it to my lips and ignited a Zippo lighter. I turned my head back and up to peer questioningly into his kind eyes.
“Hashish, baby,” he soothed. “Makes chronic seem like nothing.”
His gentle-fond look made me kind of melt inside. It took his advice and didn’t hit it too deep, but it still made me cough pretty hard. Still, that didn’t stop me from taking two more tokes off the pipe. Hot and dreamy, the high enfolded me in arms of giddy abandon.
“I feel wonnnnnderful, Jack,” I sighed, stretching lazily.
“I see what you mean, Jonesy,” he said. “But to be honest, I think that vibe has been in him all along.”
“Her, mon,” Jonesy grinned. “You’ll see.”
I felt too wonnnnnderful and too high to question what he just said, too happy to be with my buddies and all of them liking me so much!
“So let’s see what you’ve been talking ‘bout. Go to it,” Jack said.
I let Jonesy lead me to Irene’s former bedroom. Somebody had been busy in there, setting up the vanity with makeup and laying out lingerie on the ambassador’s wife’s bed… and sexy high heels.
His handsome black face regarded me with something like wonder as he stripped me to the panties I’d taken from Irene’s left-behinds. It all began to seem almost dreamlike when he sat me at the vanity and softly took my chin, turning my face side to side.
“Barely peach-fuzz,” he grinned. “Honey, you were born for this.”
Right about the time I realized what he meant, he began working feminine moisturizer into my face with gentle fingers, as if I were a delicate toy… or a girl. When he reached for the foundation, it became so clear what he intended to do. My cock got hard to my dismay.
“What… what are you doing?” I breathed, barely able to speak.
“What you’ve been dying to do to yourself for a long time.”
I pulled back, suddenly in a panic. “You’re wrong. Just ‘cause I’m not all macho doesn’t mean I’m some kind of sissy!”
“Be calm, honey. It’s all okay. Here. Have a couple hits.”
He handed me Jack’s hash pipe with stern eyes that said I better smoke. I sensed the tough, brutal Green Beret that underlay his happy, easy demeanor, so I smoked without hesitation.
Dizzy from the drug, I shuddered with pleasure as he expertly dabbed foundation on my face like he did it for a living. I asked why he was so sure I was a sissy.
“My first high school girlfriend in New Orleans was one, the first of many. It didn’t take long to see you had it in you.”
I tingled from hearing myself called a sissy. I knew deep down that’s what I was, but it scared me because I couldn’t face the truth of what that meant. To be a raging slut, a fucktoy of men—it equally thrilled and scared me. My erection grew in my panties as Jessica slowly but surely emerged from Jonesy’s skilled and gentle fingers.
“You’re very good at this,” I said to cover my anxiety.
“Baby, I have been watching my girlfriends do this for a very long time,” he grinned, finding my gaze in the mirror. “And may I say something? You are far prettier than many of them.”
“You’re far prettier…”
Oh my, oh my!
Forgetting my misgivings, I shivered deliciously and my eyes sheened with gratitude. “Will you kiss me, Jonesy? Please?”
His smiled fondly as he delicately took my face in his hands, so big and warm and strong. My mouth opened by itself as his generous lips touched mine, eagerly awaiting his tongue. I whimpered with desperate need as we French-kissed like we’d been lovers forever. My cock ached as it reached full hardness in my panties.
He broke the kiss and grinned widely, his teeth so white in his light-brown face. “You are a girl, aren’t you, Jessica?”
“Oh yes, Jonesy,” I sighed. “Your girl… if you want?”
“Who wouldn’t want?” he chuckled. “Let’s finish your face, baby.”
It amazed me how quickly he worked, powdering my face over the foundation, making my eyes dark and sexy—even false eyelashes—then contouring, blush and lipstick. Then he moussed and styled my long hair just like a stripper’s… or a whore’s.
I regarded my sexy, so-girly face in the mirror and how beautifully it was framed by my slutty hairdo. I was so shocked at how good I looked, I could barely breathe. And my cock was doing pushups in Irene’s panties. I dearly wanted lacy, sexy undies now!
Jonesy saw my boner and winked. “I knew I was right about you, baby. Time to dress you for the guys!”
Mention of the guys chilled out my intoxicating passion. No way would I let them see me like this! I now regretted letting him do it to me—and that kiss most of all! I’d not let my kinky desires turn me into something I wasn’t!
“This isn’t right! I want to stop it now and go back to normal!”.
He took my throat. “You don’t understand. I’m not asking you.”
Looming imposingly, Jonesy had me in sheer stockings, and matching white, lacy garterbelt, bra and panties. The panties were crotchless, so my dick pointed straight up.
Why was I still so hard?
He picked out a pair of pumps with heels low enough I could walk in them, telling me I’d soon be in high, stiletto pumps.
“Soon?” I repeated, like I didn’t understand.
“You’ll get a lot of practice. I spoke with Jack and explained about you. He agreed with me. You’re going to be Jessica from now on.”
That got me so dizzy, Jonesy had to catch me. “I’ll be Jessica all the time, now?” I whispered, dazed by the news.
“Many true sissies resist the desire, especially if they have normal lives with marriages and stuff. There’s nothing like that to hold you back, so we’re doing you a big favor here. I promise you.”
“You’re forcing me to do this,” I grumbled.
“You were into it ten minutes ago until I mentioned the guys, and your sissy shame took over. I’m helping you get over it.” He frowned. “You need to lose that boy-voice. Starting right now.”
After five minutes of him showing me voice tricks he’d learned from seeing past girlfriends work on theirs, he took me firmly by the waist and escorted back down to the courtyard.
“Jesus Christ!” Terry gasped.
“God-damn, Jonesy! What did you do to him?” Dan marveled.
Jack only grinned, but Brent was completely blown away, saying over and over again that he couldn’t believe it. Jonesy led me to a tiny lawn in the courtyard and had me kneel. He petted my head like a dog.
“I hope you guys think I’m pretty,” I said in my new girl-voice.
“I can’t believe it,” Brent repeated. “Were you always like this?”
I shrugged and smiled coquettishly. As embarrassed and helpless as I felt, part of me loved their looks of surprise, admiration and… lust!
“And to think… all this time,” Jack finally said.
“What’d I tell ya?” Jonesy smirked.
“So… what now?” Terry asked.
Instead of answering, Jonesy stood in front of me and stripped off his shorts. It was eleven inches long, not too thick, and it was halfway hard already. Goosebumps covered my skin and a brief wave of dizziness passed through me as I licked my lips.
“Nobody will judge you, baby,” he said. “You’re just a girl, looking at her first hard cock and doing what comes natural.”
“Promise?” I whimpered like a girl, afraid to do it in front of them.
“I’ll back you a hundred percent, Jess… Jessica,” Jack said. “One look at you, and all I see is a very beautiful, sexy girl.”
My eyes sheened with gratitude and my fears drained away. This deeply-cherished fantasy was coming true in a place and at a time I had never imagined. We were essentially prisoners in this compound, and now I was the only girl here to take care of these big, strong men!
From my collection of trans erotica shorts T-GIRL TALES #9 - Forced Feminization (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G3HPD7FD).