Chapter 4
Marsha sat in her Symbolic Anthropology class. The teacher was Miss Dale Kelly.
Marsha was crazy about Miss Kelly. Lots of other students hated her.
She was very tough. She forced everyone in her conferences to participate, and was usually merciless if they made a foolish statement.
But, Marsha liked strong women, and strong teachers. And, Miss Kelly certainly knew her subject.
Marsha was just taking the anthropology for her own knowledge and pleasure. She had always wanted a class with Miss Kelly.
She had seen her walking around the small campus before. She dressed outrageously for a mature professor.
Her hair was a large, dyed mane of flaming red. Her face was heavily made up, in a style that would fit a twenty year old more than a fifty year old.
And, Miss Kelly wore pink-purple polished claws, and a large fake fur coat in the winter. She also wore high, maroon colored boots.
Through this course, which discussed culture, Miss Kelly made it clear that one of her main interests was clothing. Marsha wondered if she dressed like she did for the same reasons that a tribal man adorned himself with feathers, or for some perverse reason.
Marsha liked the class a lot. They discussed such fun things, but pretty rigorously.
And, Marsha found that she liked the anthropology majors, that is, most of the people in the class, much better than the literature majors that she was used to sitting with in classes. In fact, Marsha was the only literature major in the class, and one of the few non-science, or social science majors there.
Miss Kelly raised her eyebrows when she found out what Marsha's major was. But, Marsha knew how to deal with aggressive women.
Marsha was mild, but unyielding for the first few weeks of class. She did her homework well, and spoke intelligently and undauntedly when she was grilled in front of the class by La Kelly.
So, by the middle of October, Dale Kelly seemed to like her. Marsha was glad, because she liked Miss Kelly.
That day in class, Miss Kelly announced that there was a small assignment for the next class. It was a Thursday, and the next class would be on the following Tuesday.
Miss Kelly said that she was interested in the concept of upside-down culture. She wanted them to do a little reading on their own of a festival in a culture where things were reversed from their normal moral and societal structure.
Such festivals happened in many societies, but not in all, and she wanted the students to find such a festival, and read up on it, and report to the class on it. As an alternate subject, a student could, instead, read up on transvestitism in either our own society, or a different society.
Marsha left the classroom with many ideas swarming about in her head. She wasn't sure which subject to tackle.
Marsha went to the coffee shop. In an hour, she had her French Twentieth Century Poetry class.
She saw Howard Perelman, who took that class with her, sitting in his usual corner of the coffee shop. She went over to sit with him.
She thought that Howard was one of the most intelligent and sophisticated people in the school. She was glad that he sought her friendship out the last spring.
He was sitting with Carol Rabin, the very mousy, but reportedly brilliant Russian major. She fascinated Marsha.
She was so dull looking, and never really impressed Marsha with anything she did or said. But, so many people seemed to know that she was incredible, that Marsha kept looking to see what there was about her.
"You look excited," Howard said to Marsha as she sat down.
"Oh, I just came from Dale Kelly's class. That always excites me." Marsha said to him.
"God. I don't see what you see in her." Howard said to Marsha.
"Well, I'm crazy about her. She's really domineering. And, I love her clothes." Marsha said to him.
Howard blew his Vantage smoke out his aquiline nose's nostrils. He showed his tall, white smile.
"Well, at least she's better than La Vernon." Howard said, as Carol made a face.
"Is that the class you have to go to in an hour?" Carol asked him.
"Yeah. We both have to sit through that. What a waste of time." Marsha said.
"I honestly don't see how that bitch ever got a position teaching here. She doesn't know anything." Howard said.
"We actually spend half the class just listening to her read the poems in her Middle American french." Marsha said to Carol.
"She is very nice, though, when you have a conference with her." Howard said.
"Nice isn't good enough." Marsha said to him.
"And, I mentioned Baader-Meinhoff and she said that she was fascinated by that, too." Howard said to Marsha.
"So, let her go to jail, not waste our time pretending to be a teacher." Marsha said to him.
"We were just discussing my film before you came here." Howard said, changing the subject.
"What film?" Marsha said to him, curiously.
"You mean you haven't heard about my film?" Howard asked Marsha.
"No, did you make a film?" Marsha asked him.
"Well, I starred in it. Me and two German shepherds." Howard said to her.
"Oh, yeah? What did you do?" Marsha asked him.
"We fooled around on some black rubber sheets. And, afterwards, I smoked a cigarette." Howard said to her.
"Where can this be seen?" Marsha asked him.
"I think it's down in San Francisco. Bucky claims that she's seen it." Howard said to Marsha.
"Bucky's your stripper friend?" Marsha asked Howard.
"No, now she's an artist. She's given up stripping, but she says that she can still get me a job there in the summer in a live sex show." Howard Said.
"What will you do there?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, you know, they have a room full of costumes. And, I can get a nice Nazi uniform, and go through that trip, it's all simulated." Howard said to her.
"Do the patrons try to touch you?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, no, you're very well protected. The strippers are the ones who usually worry about that, since they're single. The sex shows are with several people, so there's not much problem. But, the strippers are put into cabs, and sent home after the show, very well protected. They're never touched. And, Bucky hates men, except me. She lives with this Mafioso type, but just for his money." Howard said.
"I thought that strippers hooked sometimes." Carol said.
"No. What happens is, the bouncers or maitre d's can spot the sort of guy, not sailors or travelling businessmen who are regular customers, and tip well, and are treated well, but the jerks on a one time curiosity visit. And, men that are alone, of course. And, they go up to him, discreetly and ask him if he is interested in going to a hotel room with one of the strippers. He usually gets all drooling about that, so they say it will cost him fifty dollars, and they'll arrange it for after the show. So, the guy shells out the money, and they let him sit through the show. Then, the stripper is sent safely home in a cab. And, when the guy asks for her, the bouncer just throws him out of the club, and tells him to get lost." Howard said.
"Almost time for class." Marsha said.
"I think I'm going to send Vernon a package of Rely, and tell her to use them all at once." Howard said.
That evening, Marsha went over to Jonathan's apartment. His roommate was entertaining his girlfriend, Dina.
Marsha liked Dina a lot, although she wasn't very good friends with her. Dina was a dancer.
She had a perfect nineteen forties figure. She was tall, with good, long legs.
Her hips were narrow, her waistline was not terribly narrow, her breasts were high, small triangles, and her shoulders were wide. She had wavy, blonde hair that she wore shoulder length, and with a side part.
She brushed her hair over to one side, sometimes clipping it up with a barrette. Her nose was absolutely perfect.
Her lips were cunty. Her eyes were green and round.
She didn't usually wear make-up during the day. When she did really put on the Ritz, she looked luscious.
She wore forties styled outfits, with narrow skirts and wide shoulders, sometimes even padded. And, she darkened her eyebrows to get the Crawford look.
And, Dina was a very fun person. She had a lot of energy and imagination, and Marsha enjoyed being with her.
She went very well with Dan. He was a big healthy looking hunk, with a big smile, and she was the slightly goofy, big blonde girlfriend that pulled him along with her.
Marsha sat and talked with them for a while, until Jonathan finished doing some writing that he had to do. Then, finally, he called Marsha into his room.
"How dare you keep me waiting out there!" Marsha said to him.
"I thought you liked Dan and Dina." Jonathan said to her.
"I do, and you're lucky that they were there to keep me company, otherwise I'd really be furious. But, you've got to learn one thing: you don't play around with me. You are to bow to my wishes, do you understand? Otherwise, I might as well tell everyone what you are." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Yes, Marsha. I'm sorry. But, you didn't tell me that you were coming over tonight." Jonathan said to her.
"You can expect me always. You should always be prepared for me." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. But, I do have some school work to do." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, do that at the library. This room is Joan's, and she doesn't do school work. Joan is a pure creature of beauty." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Yes, Marsha." Jonathan said, bowing his head.
But, he was excited as well as rebuked. Indeed, the stern talks that Marsha gave to him, turned him on.
He liked being bullied by a woman. He liked to feel himself a weak, controlled creature.
"Shall I lock the door?" Jonathan asked Marsha, hoping she'd say yes.
"Not yet. I've got something to discuss with you," Marsha said to him.
"Oh, yes?" Jonathan said, curiously.
He could already feel the swollen hard-on in his jeans as she sat there with him. She got him so excited by what he knew she could, and might do with him.
"You know that I take Symbolic Anthropology with Dale Kelly?" Marsha said to him.
"Yeah, you told me about that class. But, I still haven't seen Dale Kelly." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, I want you to help me out. Just a little joke." Marsha said to him.
"What's that?" Jonathan asked her, his excitement rising.
"Well, next Tuesday we either have to give an oral report about a carnival or about transvestites. I'm going to report about a carnival, but I want you to come into class with me, dressed up, and I'll say that you're just a girlfriend of mine that is visiting and wants to check out the classes, okay?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
Jonathan started to breathe heavily with excitement. He was thrilled by the prospect of going public in front of Dale Kelly for the first time.
"Oh, yes, of course! That'll be so much fun." Jonathan said to her.
"Good. Now, you'll have to buy some new clothes. You'll have to dress like a high school type girl. Very simple." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. I think I should wear a simple, plaid, pleated skirt, a cardigan, a white blouse, with a bra showing underneath, and knee socks." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, we don't want to overdo the image. But, something along those lines would be okay. I guess if you are visiting, you'd dress up more than a regular student." Marsha said to him.
"Yes. And, I think I ought to invest in a wig. Maybe a light brown page boy." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Yes, that should be the right touch. But, let's get one that can be styled differently and stuff Marsha said to him.
"Yes, yes! Oh, I'm so excited. But, how will we shop for all this?" Jonathan asked her.
"Well, you'll be coming with me to shop for me. And, we'll go to small boutiques with single dressing rooms, so you can come in with me, and nobody will know that you are the one who's trying things on instead of me." Marsha said to him.
"But, we'll have to keep sales ladies from seeing what size we pick out." Jonathan said to her.
"Yes. Well, I can say that I'm shopping for my taller, thinner, little sister, but I have to try them on, as well. Unless you know what size you are?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No, I don't." he said, lowering his head.
"Well, once we get an idea of that, we won't even really have to try things on. We'll get things that don't need to fit precisely right. Skirts and sweaters don't have to fit just so, do they?" Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, but I want everything to look perfect!" Jonathan whined.
"Don't be a silly girl. You'll look fine once I get through with you." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan smiled at her. His hard-on was pressing against the tight crotch of his jeans.
Marsha said, "And, what's that?"
"You know what that is." Jonathan said, blushing.
"Don't be impertinent!" Marsha said to him, slapping his face.
Tears came to Jonathan's eyes. Marsha roughly unzipped his fly. She put her two first fingers around his cock head, which she drew out of his silky, girl's panties.
"Well, I see at least that you're wearing the right panties." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, just as you commanded me." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Take off those filthy jeans. Let me see how nicely you've shaved." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. I did it just as you said, I used Nair instead of shaving, too." Jonathan said to her.
"Let me see." Marsha said.
Jonathan hurriedly stripped off his jeans, and his shirt as well. His long, pale body was nearly devoid of hair.
There was just a small crop around his balls and cock. But, his legs, stomach, chest, arms, and armpits were smooth as a girl's.
Marsha ran her hand along Jonathan's smooth skin. He smiled happily.
She tugged the silky panties that she had given him to wear up over his erection. The white material stuck out with the bulge of his penis.
Marsha went over to the door and locked it. Then, she walked back to the bed.
She stood in front of Jonathan. She pulled down her corduroy pants.
She stepped out of them. She was wearing pink, lacy panties, and short nylon socks.
She pulled off her sweater and then her blouse. She was wearing a lacy, beige bra.
She unhooked it behind her, and said to Jonathan, "Twist your back around, Joan."
Jonathan did as she instructed. He twisted his back toward her.
Marsha put his arms through her warm bra straps. Then, she pulled the elastic band around the back, and hitched them together.
Then, she had Jonathan face her.
She went over to his sock drawer, and took out a few rolled up pairs. She went over and stuck these underneath her bra which was tightly banding Jonathan's chest.
Jonathan looked down at the bra proudly. Then, he looked covetously at Marsha's shaking rounded breasts.
Marsha climbed on top of his bulging crotch. She sat her lacy panties against his bulging silkiness.
She put her hands up to his puffed out bra cups. Then, she frowned.
"No, you're not ready for me yet. I like my girls all done up." she said to him.
Marsha climbed off of him. Jonathan sighed with frustration.
His prick was throbbing with arousal. He gazed at Marsha's female, nearly naked body.
Marsha brought her purse over from where she had placed it on Jonathan's door knob. She brought it over to the bed.
She sat a few inches away from Jonathan. She opened up her purse.
She took out a compact, some lipstick, and some mascara. She applied them to Jonathan's clean face.
Jonathan smoothed his lips and steadied his fluttering eyelids for her application. He was soon looking much prettier.
"There, that's enough for an early evening at home." Marsha said, making him blot his lips.
Then, putting everything back into her purse, she climbed back onto Jonathan's pulsating lap.
Jonathan felt the slightly damp warmth of her see-through lacy crotch against his bulge. He could see the darkness of her pubic hair, matted against the pink lace.
He found it difficult to breath. Marsha began to rub her crotch against his.
He felt her warmth, and the smooth silkiness of the panties that she had given him to wear. He felt the creamy taste of the lipstick around his gasping mouth.
Marsha's feminine face loomed before his. She was pressing her hands against his false breasts.
As she rubbed against him, the head of his cock peeped out of the elastic band of his silky panties. She kept on rubbing herself against him.
Finally, only his balls were being caressed by the silky panties. The length of his cock was pressing into the slit indentation of Marsha's sheer, lacy panties.
He could feel the clumps of her pubic hair sticking out from the openings in the lace. It was almost as if he was rubbing against her naked, but there was the lovely underthings between them.
Marsha was moaning with pleasure as she rubbed herself against his hardon. Jonathan began to groan.
They rubbed and rubbed, until Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. The seed began to shoot out of his cock head.
Marsha kept rubbing against him. Then, all of a sudden, she felt the new dampness seep into her pubic hair.
She moved away from Jonathan's crotch. She looked down and frowned.
Jonathan was grunting as the last jets of jism were spurting out of his cock head. Marsha looked down and saw the new splatters against his hairless stomach.
She pulled down her panties, which were stained with his sperm. She leaned back against the wall, and spread her thighs.
She put her hand to her pussy slit. She began to massage the pink, wet inner skin.
Jonathan closed his eyes. When he had recovered from his orgasm, he looked over at Marsha.
She had her eyes on him, but she was concentrating on the pleasure that she was giving herself. Jonathan watched with fascination as she jerked herself to climax.
He watched her open her mouth and moan with satisfaction. He saw her fingers flying over her raw skin.
Her saw her smooth hips jerk in spasmodic circles as she wrung the last climactic joys out of herself. Then, she faced him grimly.
"You're a pig, you know that?" she said to him.
"Please don't be angry with me, Marsha. I can't help it if I ejaculate." Jonathan said to her.
"Some lady you are." Marsha said to him, contemptuously.
Jonathan's limp dick lay against the silky panties that were bunched up on top of his balls. Marsha looked at his cock with idle curiosity.
"Better cover that up, girl. Don't want anyone to know about that." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. Are we still going shopping?" Jonathan asked her.
"Yes. We'll do it on Saturday. I'll call for you. And, you better be wearing freshly rinsed out panties. I hope I don't have to teach you how to wash them out, like I had to do some other naughty little girl." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"You do this with another boy?" Jonathan asked her, hurt.
"What I do is my business, girl. You have enough to worry about making yourself into a genteel lady." Marsha said to him.
"Yes, Marsha. I'll see you on Saturday, then." Jonathan said to her.
"You trying to kick me out? You think maybe Dina would let you rub yourself against her?" Marsha said to him.
"No, Marsha. Nobody would be as good to me as you are. It just looked like you were leaving, that's all." Jonathan said, covering his limp dick up with his sticky panties.
"Well, I am leaving, as a matter of fact." Marsha said, snapping the back of his bra.
"Can I keep the bra, Marsha, please?" Jonathan asked her.
"That cost five dollars!" Marsha said to him.
"I'll pay you, Marsha. Just let me keep it. It has your smell in it." Jonathan said to her.
"Pervert. Well, alright, if you pay me. Now, I'll have to walk home with my tits shaking." Marsha said to him.
"You'll look fine." Jonathan said to her.
"Goodbye, Joan. I'll call for you on Saturday." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Goodbye, Marsha. I'll see you then." Jonathan said to her in a falsetto voice.
Marsha finished dressing herself. She grabbed her bag, and walked out of Jonathan's bedroom.
She went through the living room, where Dina and Dan were sitting talking. They said hello to her.
"What do you two do in there?" Dina asked Marsha, smirkingly.
"Oh, I put my bra and panties on him, and he parades in front of me." Marsha said to her.
Dina and Dan cracked up. Marsha smiled and headed for the door.
"You'll have to try that some time, Dan." Marsha heard Dina say to Dan.
That Saturday, Marsha came over to Jonathan's apartment. Dan was out.
Jonathan came to the door, looking slightly nervous. Marsha greeted him nicely.
"Don't be so nervous. You're with me. Nobody will hassle you." Marsha said to him.
"I guess so. This is the first time I'm really going shopping for things for Joan." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, it won't be the last time." Marsha said to him, patting him on the ass.
Jonathan smiled shyly, and went for his jacket. He turned off the lights, and they went out the door.
They went to the bus stop. Finally, the bus came, and they rode downtown.
"I think that the North West side is the best place for the kind of shops that we're looking for." Marsha said for him.
"Well, you probably know better than me." Jonathan said to her.
"Imagine a nineteen year old girl who doesn't even know how to dress." Marsha said to Marsha.
"Well, Joan's only about four," Jonathan said to her, shyly.
Marsha smirked. She nudged Jonathan, who was sitting beside her.
They got off the bus. They started walking toward the first boutique.
They went inside. A salesgirl was sitting on a step ladder, reading a "Cosmopolitan."
"Can I help you?" she asked them, lackadaisically.
"No, that's alright. We can look by ourselves. We'll call you when we're ready to buy." Marsha said to her.
They looked through the racks. They found a nice skirt. It was just the sort of thing that they were looking for.
"Do you have a dressing room here?" Marsha asked her.
"Yes, there's a room off there," the girl said, not looking up from her magazine.
Marsha pulled a rather reluctant Jonathan over to the small dressing room. They went into it, and Marsha locked the door.
"Take off your pants." Marsha hissed at Jonathan, who was nearly paralyzed with fright.
"What if she tells me to get out?" Jonathan asked her, frightened.
"She's busy reading about the twelve ways to tell if you've had a good orgasm." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan unzipped his fly, and pulled down his pants. He was wearing the same white, silky panties.
But, this time, they were fresh and clean. Marsha felt them with her fingers to make sure.
"We don't want you soiling these clothes." she said to Jonathan.
Jonathan blushed. When her fingers pinched his panties, his cock gave a small leap upward.
But, he didn't have a full erection. He was too scared being in a woman's dressing room.
He stepped out of his trousers. Marsha held the unbuttoned skirt open for him.
He grabbed it, and climbed into it. Then, he pulled it up to his waist.
Marsha tried to button the one button at the waist, but it wouldn't go. However, the rest of the skirt fit perfectly.
"Oh, damn! What will I do?" Jonathan fretted.
"Don't worry. It's just a button. I can show you how to let it out an inch or two." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan smiled. He pressed the zipper head down, and took his hands away from his thick waist.
He looked in the full length mirror. He turned around.
"Do you think it looks good?" he asked Marsha anxiously.
"It looks fine. Don't worry. I think we should buy this. It's a little expensive, but I don't know if you can hold up for a full day of bargain hunting." Marsha said to him.
"Alright. Let's get it!" Jonathan said.
"Get dressed, now." Marsha said to him.
He rubbed against her quite a bit as he maneuvered to get dressed in the small dressing cubicle. Jonathan started to get turned on by this.. Marsha hurried him out of the dressing room. They, went up to the sales girl.
Jonathan blushed as Marsha coolly told her to wrap up their purchase. Jonathan handed her the money.
Marsha handed him the bag, as they walked out of the store. Once they were outside, Jonathan was exultant.
"Oh, I can't believe it! I bought a skirt! A girl's skirt for myself!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah, yeah. But, we're not done, yet. We have to get a blouse, a sweater, and some shoes. That'll be the hardest part." Marsha said to him.
They went from shop to shop. Finally, everything was assembled for Jonathan's day in drag, except his shoes.
Marsha looked at his feet, and bit her nails. Jonathan's heart sank.
"I don't know about those feet. Fortunately, they're not that big for a boy's, but they are big for a girl." Marsha said.
Jonathan looked down sadly. Marsha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
She led Jonathan to a large discount store. He followed her down the aisles.
There was a corner of the store devoted to shoes. They were placed, tied together with price tags, on the metal shelves.
They were cheap, usually unattractive shoes. Jonathan looked at them with dismay.
Marsha went along the ladies' shoe aisle. She went over to the size ten's and picked out a wide pair of medium heeled loafer types.
She pulled Jonathan over to a chair. He slipped off his shoes, and she put one of the ladies' shoes on him.
The other one dangled at the side, attached by the price tag. The shoe fit Jonathan.
"There, wasn't that lucky." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"But, these are so ugly!" Jonathan whined.
"Yeah, they are, aren't they." Marsha said, biting her lips.
"They aren't even real leather." Jonathan said.
"Well, look. I don't see how you can get shoes except at a place like this. You saw all those nosey old ladies at the thrift shops, and a real shoe store is out of the question." Marsha said to him.
"Well, can't I at least look around for a better looking pair?" Jonathan asked her.
"I'm getting tired of this. I'm ready to go home. But, alright, if you can find a pair that will fit you." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan looked at the small selection of boats. Marsha rested her soles and her ass.
Finally, Jonathan returned with several pairs of cheap shoes. He tried two on, and they wouldn't fit.
One he managed to get onto his foot, but Marsha said, "Stand up and walk in it. See, you'll never be able to walk around campus in those. It'll ruin everything if you look as if you can't even wear high heels."
Finally, Jonathan settled on a pair of low pumps. They were ladylike, and junior miss.
Marsha brought them up to one of the cash registers, and bought them. Then, Jonathan met her outside.
They rode the bus to Jonathan's apartment. Inside, he tried on the outfit.
Then, all of a sudden, Marsha gasped, and said, "My god! We forgot the wig!"
Jonathan's happy face sunk. He looked at his boyish haircut in the mirror.
"Well, let's go in Monday. You probably didn't have enough money for a decent wig, anyway. And, we can't have it looking false." Marsha said to him.
"So, Monday then." Jonathan said to her hopefully.
"Yes, Joan. Monday." Marsha said to him, patting him on the shoulder as she left his apartment.
Jonathan put his new clothes tenderly away before his roommate came home. Then, he did his homework.
That night, he rubbed his cock against his new blouse. He felt the smooth cotton against his sensitive skin.
He rubbed and rubbed until his semen spurted into the left dart of the blouse. Then, he fell asleep with the girl's blouse still in his hand.