Archive-name: Changes/fungames.txt Archive-author: She Devil Archive-title: Fun and Games She Devil Style CHRIST, WHAT TIME IS IT! Shit, it's still dark. 3:30 AM! What idiot could be calling me at this hour? I hate calls like this. Either somebody dies or it's a wrong number. Answer the phone, dammit. It's driving me crazy. "Would you like to wear my pretty panties, Sissy Boy?" CLICK! Huh? What the hell? Wear whose what? What was that lady talking about? "Who is this?" Then, I realized that she had already hung up. ********* "Would you like to wear my pretty panties, Sissy Boy?" I had forgotten all about that stupid call. What was it - two, maybe three months ago? I looked at the clock. God damn if it wasn't exactly 3:30 AM. "Listen, dammit! Don't hang up. Who the hell are you?" There was a throaty chuckle, a warm sound . I tried to hear any background sounds, anything that might be a clue, but there were none. "Would you like to wear my pretty panties, you ridiculous Sissy Boy? Would you like to stand at my door begging me to give you a pair of black satin panties with lots of the frilliest white lace? I'll make sure that they're much too tight. You'll have to wiggle to put them on. Do you want to wiggle and jiggle you soft sissy fanny into my prettiest panties?" "Who the FUCK do you think ...?" "When you are ready, tell me so - nicely and sweetly - like the sissy I know you are. Tell me that you want to wear any panties I desire. I know you'll be begging me soon." CLICK. ********* All right, so laugh at me. I didn't do anything to deserve this. Who was this goofy bitch anyway and why did she think I was some sort of fruit? Wear panties? Come on and get real! Okay, what if I am only 5'6" and weighed only 140 pounds. Just because I'm not Conan doesn't mean I'm Miss Priss. This bitch had me pissed off and I meant to do something about it. But that didn't stop the phone calls. My mystery caller (as I now referred to her) called me infrequently enough to keep the police from being interested in doing anything, but often enough to drive me nuts. She always called at 3:30 AM. And she always asked if I wanted to wear her "pretty panties." I was traveling. Buffalo is drag. After dark it's dead. You drive up to see the Falls and, once you've seen them, there's nothing else to do. I watched the movie in my hotel room, left the room service tray in the hall, and hit the rack. The phone rang and I grabbed it. "Do you want to wear my pretty panties, Sissy Boy? Don't you know that you can't run from me?" That was it. I'd had it. I wanted to know who this bitch was and what she wanted with me. Let's call her bluff and find out what she's about. "What if I do wear your panties?" "Now that just won't do, Sissy Boy. If you want to wear my silky, slippery panties" (God, was she making me mad!), "then you'll just have to beg." She was going to make this as hard as she could. If I'm going to keep her on the line and get some lead on who she is, I'll just have to play along. "Please, uh whoever you are, I'd uh...love to wear...uh...your panties and..uh,...meet you, if you'd do that, please." Well, considering that you asked so sweetly, a package will arrive at your office tomorrow. Open it and put on the panties inside. Obey the instructions. If you are very good, I will let you see what I look like. And from now on you are to call me "She Devil." CLICK. ********* No way was I wearing these silly things anywhere. Just before noon, express mail delivered a package. In my hotel room, I read the note and looked at the panties I'd been sent. The lacy undergarment was a wisp of pink satin, covered with rows of stiff white lace. I could never wear such a thing. I read the note. Dear Sissy Boy, I hope you like your new panties. Aren't they the prettiest things you have ever seen? I picked them out for you because I know pink is your color and lace is your favorite. All sissy boys like pink satin and lace. If you want to see me, wear the panties to City Center Plaza. I will be there today between 2 PM and 4 PM. If you are very good, you will see me there. She Devil So make fun of me too. I'm sitting in my car, working up the nerve to walk into the mall. I know I'm wearing those damn panties. Hell, how can I forget? They're too damn tight and the ruffles across my ass show up on the seat of my pants. Let's get this over with. I walked in. I nearly knocked over a tall redhead as I went in. She paid me no notice. I walked all around the mall, sat by the food court, and stood by most of the women's clothing stores but no ne came near me. The nearest I had been to a woman who had even so much as looked at me was that redhead as I entered and I hadn't even seen her face. Great, what a fool I made of myself this time! I have to get out of here. The office answering machine had some messages. "Hello, Sissy Boy. Didn't you notice me? I noticed you and, all those frilly rows in your pants." She described me to a T. I was getting madder and crazier. "Why didn't you say hello when we passed at the doorway? You were in such a hurry that I didn't want to stop you." THAT BITCH!! She had been the woman leaving as I walked in. I racked my memory for her face, but I had never seen it. "Listen, how do you expect me to know who the fuck you are when you won't even identify yourself?" "MY, OH MY! Such language. Sissy Boys never talk like that." "Do me a favor and cut the `sissy boy' bullshit. I put on these damn panties to meet you and you never showed up, or at least you never let me know you were there." "Is Sissy Boy having a tantrum because She Devil never told him who she was? Well, Sissy Boy can meet me if he is really ready - if he does just what he is told." I cannot believe what she is telling me to do. CLICK. SHIT, the bitch hung up. She's not giving me many choices, is she? ********* The map was good. Now that I've found this place, do I go in? It's an old mansion upstate, lost in the middle of a forest. The place sits in a big clearing and this parking lot must be a hundred yards from the house. I do not want to do this, but I've already come this far. I guess I'll just see it through. It's cold out. My panties are all I have on. Sky blue satin with a wide flouncy lace trim - they're too small and way too tight. My cock and balls are showing right through. I feel worse than naked, walking out in the open dressed this way. Who's opening the door? God, she's gorgeous. Maybe I'm going to get lucky after all. "Well, if it isn't my newest Sissy Boy. Do come in and let me see you model your panties for me." I was inspected from head to toe. I couldn't help but start to get erect. The fabric, the tension of the situation, her fabulous looks, I couldn't help but react. But she never let on she noticed! Hey, I'm not the biggest guy in that department but no one ever complained before. "Now that you're here, let's play some games." ********* Please let me go. I want to tell her with my eyes that I don't want her to do anything else to me. I'd tell her too, if they'd take the gag out of my mouth. First, they tied me to a metal frame with big satin ribbons. Oh yes, now it's "They." After I was secured, Bobbi showed up. He's practically a girl, he's so effeminate. All my body hair from the neck down is gone. And the panties I'm wearing now are unbelievable. She Devil says that they're punishment panties and she's right. They look just like sexy girls panties, until you see the crotch that is. My balls are tied tight with pink ribbons. A little strap hangs down from an opening. They forced my genitals through and put a little satin bag over my balls. Ribbon after ribbon was tied between my balls and my body, forcing my balls further and further away, tighter and tighter. The last ribbon came between my tightly squeezed gonads and separated my balls into two hard satin spheres. Next, the began to play with my cock. Bobbi teased me and tickled me and sucked me in long deep strokes. I begged him to stop. I didn't want to have sex with a man. I had been chasing She Devil. Leave me alone! Once I was really hard, Bobbi began to lace what I can only call a `penis corset' on me. My cock was rushed inside this awful tube of shiny satin. But first they sprayed my cock with an anesthetic! I was numb. I didn't feel a thing as a tiny gold ring was fitted into my cock head and my cock was tied to the waist of my panties, silken ribbons through my unwanted cock ring. Bobbi poured water on me a few minutes ago and then wheeled me into the sun. Oh God! Now I understand. These damned panties are shrinking as they dry. If I don't get them off, I'm going to be maimed for life. Please come back! I'll do anything you want. Just take my gag off and let me beg. Don't let these panties cut off my cock and balls. I didn't want to cry but I couldn't help myself. She Devil ran her hand across my face. She wiped away a tear and tasted its salt. "Is my Sissy Boy ready to beg to play games with us?" Frantically, I nodded that I was. The ribbons came off. I could move. The gag is off. I can talk again. "I want you to return the favor to Bobbi and take his adorable little penis in your silly, sissy mouth." I couldn't do that! But those damn panties had to come off. I could try to get them off myself, but I doubted I could do that and fend off She Devil and Bobbi at the same time. Slowly I sank to my knees. "Why don't you take my dick out with your mouth? Don't use your hands at all." How am I going to do this? I got his zipper down with my teeth. His cock was already getting stiff and I managed to work it out with my nose. That was easy, now comes the hard part. Close your eyes and do this! The sooner you start, the sooner you're done. Shit, it brushed my lips and...unghh, it's in my mouth. My mouth! God, it's so damn big. How do girls do this? I better get going. Up. Down. I want this fucker to cum quickly. He's really excited. His cock is actually throbbing. Suddenly, there's a rising thickness in his rod and, WHAM, my mouth is full of cum. "Don't spill a drop or you'll wear those panties another hour." I strain for every drop. Finally, limp and satisfied, Bobbi pulls out. "That was lovely, Sweetie." She Devil is taking film from a camera. A CAMERA! No, she can blackmail me forever with those pictures. Got to get them back! "I wouldn't do that. I'm very good with this." Now I see the little black automatic. No way I can win this one. Best to just get out with my life. They left me there to free myself and get home. And to worry and to wait. ********* The last three months have been hell. She Devil has me in panties now every day. She made me lose fifteen pounds and makes me keep myself baby smooth and hairless at all times. Then there are the corsets. I have my `day corset' on now. It reduces my waist to 24 inches. I'm a perfect 36-24-36 most days. I had to let my secretary go. She was beginning to look at me oddly. Fortunately, I do my business by phone, otherwise I'd be broke. There's someone at the door! I try to never to answer but someone must have seen me just arrive. Okay, how do I look? Hell, I know what I look like. A look in the mirror only proves the point. I look like a girl dressed in mens clothes. My hair is too long. She Devil won't let me cut it. I'm too damn slim and pale. My complexion is too creamy. It's those creams and female hormones I have to use three times a day. It's the buzzer again. Let's get the lock open and peek through the door a crack. She Devil nearly knocked me over as she threw the door open and entered with Bobbi mincing along behind her. "Well, Honey (That's what she calls me now). She Devil is sitting at my desk. I have nowhere to hide. I haven't seen you in a few weeks. I must say I like how slim you are. You can't be a pound over 130. What do you think Bobbi?" "Honey looks like a perfect size, eight Mistress." Size eight? What's going on? Why is she here? I can feel my stomach sinking. Bobbi has a dress bag and a suitcase in tow. Oh no, I can see what's coming. "I want you to take off all your clothes and let Bobbi put a pretty dress on you. Of course, you don't want to do that but either you cooperate or those naughty pictures go in the mail today." She Devil has held those pictures over my head since they were taken. And it always works. It only took a moment for me to be standing nude before Bobbi. There was a wicked little corset that took me to 22 inches. I threaded my garter straps under my panties to hold my white hose taut. There were red patent leather high heel pumps and a red dress with white polka dots in a halter style. I put on the big white button earrings and gumball necklace, red gloves and a huge red straw portrait hat, edged with white. The crown was cut away letting my hair show through. It would have been a very dressy outfit for a glamorous young woman. The beauty salon had my appointment and no one there seemed surprised by a man having his hair bleached blonde and permed. My eyebrows were plucked to a thin arch and my face heavily made up. In the mirror, I looked at myself. My features seemed blunted under all the cosmetics. The brim of the hat framed my face with blonde curls. I looked to the side and caught a glimpse of how my platinum hair made a flashy crown for my hat. My shoulders seemed so white and slim in the halter. I looked all girl - fashionable and sexy. Of course, She Devil had Bobbi fully photograph my dressing and transformation. On the way home, she had me stand over a subway grate. Every time a train passed, a blast of cold air blew my skirts up wildly. Bobbi made sure to get a lot of pictures. I have to think of something. I can't go on like this. She Devil's demands are too much. I have to lose another fifteen pounds and get my waist to an uncorseted 24 inches. I'm going to be wearing dresses to work from now on. Sexy dresses, glamorous dresses, dresses that are going to show off my body. Bobbi is picking me up to go shopping tomorrow. Clothing, make up, and accessories. The whole works! I have a weekly beauty salon appointment now. The way She Devil sees it, I'm a girl. ********* One last look in the mirror before I go in. I hate this new sweater dress. It's a size six, too tight and much too low cut. It shows off way too much of my cleavage. Oh yes, I have cleavage now. I'm a 36C-21-38. She Devil wanted me to have that "tits and ass" look. The skirt of my dress is really tight. It actually clings to my ass and doesn't cover much more than that. Black sweater dress, lace hose, white ankle boots, lots of jewelry, perfume, and make up. Bobbi trained me perfectly how to pass for a sexy secretary, ready to satisfy her boss' every need. Not long after I started dressing as a woman full time, She Devil brought Roger to the office. He's the son of one of her friends, a weightlifter and bi-sexual. I taught him my business, how it worked, all my contacts and, too my growing dismay, watched him take over. Roger was bright. He caught on fast and cut me out of the picture. She Devil put me where she thought I belonged - behind a secretary's desk. I learned typing and dictation, filing, all the things a secretary handles. And to survive, I learned how to please my boss. "Honey, get in here for a little dictation." I grabbed my pad and hustled in. I made sure that I wore a big happy smile. "Yes Sir", I chirped. I made sure my skirt rode up as I sat down, that my knees were apart, and my breasts held high. Roger taught me to sit this way. When I get it wrong he uses his weightlifters muscles to hurt me. "Tell me what you have." One of Roger's games is to have me write, in shorthand, super hot love letters to him and then read them back. I can't get used to doing it. "My darling," I kept my voice breathy. "I can't wait until the next time you tie me up and whip me. It makes me wet just to think about it. Then, when you ram your monstrous cock..." I went on reading. Roger's erection was obvious by the time I was done. With a little sigh, I walked around the desk and satisfied my boss' most obvious need. I'm a very good secretary indeed. I know this can only get worse. I've been stealing some money from the accounts and hiding it for my "getaway." I'll have more than enough in a few more weeks. Then, I can find a way out of this feminized captivity. ********* MAYBE, MAYBE NOT. WHAT FATE AWAITS OUR HERO(INE). TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY SO FAR, I'M CERTAIN YOU'LL JUST LOVE THE ENDING. I'LL GET AROUND TO POSTING IT TO THE NET ONE OF THESE DAYS, I'M JUST NOT SO SURE WHEN, BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT. IF YOU CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THEN, EMAIL ME A LETTER TELLING ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE MY KIND OF `FUN AND GAMES', AND BEG ME TO EMAIL YOU THE ENDING, AND I JUST MIGHT. -SHE DEVIL- --