Nylon teasers

I wasn't gay.

I just liked wearing stockings and garter belts as I "took it" up the old
poop chute from similarly-attired she-males.

Nothing odd about that.

So on that non-gay Saturday morning, I was ready for just about anything
that Stephie and Jessie proposed. Anything except what they actually came
up with.

The girls gave me a lovely waker-upper: Jessie sucked my cock as Stephie
rubbed her huge juggs against my chest as we tongue-kissed. Even with all
the exercise Mr. Johnson had had the previous night, he stood smartly at
attention, then gave a seven-spurt salute.

We had a nice three-way shower after that with lots of kissing and groping.
So far. so good.

But then, after we dried off and were about to get dressed (an act for
which I saw no need, by the way), Stephanie surprised me by saying, "I
think we'll get you girlied up, give you a make-up lesson, put a pretty
dress on you, and take you out for brunch. How's that, Dwayne?"

How was that? It was horrible!! I couldn't do "full girlie." Not even in
private, let alone in some brunch place. It would be humiliating --
emasculating -- life-threatening!!

What if a man saw me and knew I was a pantyboy? What if he pulled my
panties down and showed everyone in the restaurant my sissy cock? What if,
after that, he tried to do what the girls had done to me -- stick his big
cock into my tiny bottom? And other gay acts of gayness???

Why was it suddenly so hot?

Still, refusing Stephanie and Jessica's requests seemed to be an even worse
idea. So I agreed.

Reluctantly. Whimpering a little, with a wet tear or two of fear.

I could do it. Just dress up and go. No one would be looking at me with
Stephie and Jessie in the room anyway. No prob...

"Oh, and one other thing, Dwayne," Jessie said. "I asked your Dad if you
had any nice men friends and he mentioned a Mr. Spunkwell, who, I believe,
was your teacher. Is that right? Anyway, he'll be joining us at brunch."

My eyes widened and tears cascaded from my eyes. I couldn't! I wouldn't.
Yet, I did.