Chapter 6
There was one girl in that bathroom. So, Jonathan and Marsha each slipped into a stall.
Jonathan breathed in the feminine and lysol odor of the bathroom. He looked at the chipping pastel pink paint on the walls.
He had only been in a girls' room a few times in his life. He remembered his mother taking him in a few when he was little, and they were out shopping.
She didn't trust him either to pee by himself in a men's room, or to stand around alone when she went into the ladies room to pee. So, she took him inside with her.
Sometimes, Jonathan's mother made him stand inside the stall with her while she peed. And, he remembered the bright red stain on the toilet paper a few times that puzzled him.
Sometimes, he would stand in the middle of the ladies' room. He saw all the women fixing their make-up and underwear. Some big fat women had girdles that seemed to be made out of rubber with little dot holes all over them. He'd also seen a few women actually take their breasts out as they adjusted their bras.
And, they all seemed to think that the little boy that his mother brought in with her was adorable. And, sometimes, when he was just dressed in a red corduroy overall, with his hair in a bowl cut, the women assumed that he was a girl.
Jonathan never minded being patted on the head, and told what a pretty little girl he was. Sometimes he would hug a strange, affectionate woman around her waist, and breathe in the odor of salt and perfumed powder that were exuded from that area of her body.
And, when he had transferred to a public high school, he had once snuck into the girls' room with some boys. They had looked in the sanitary napkin receptacles, and found them empty to most of their relief.
But, that had been years ago. And, there was a tingle from newness up Jonathan's groin as he sat on the pink circle of the girls' toilet in his stall.
Another girl entered the bathroom. Jonathan felt the need to pee.
He pulled his panties down around his knees. Then, he rifted his skirt up, bunched up around his waist.
He sat back down on the toilet. He held his cock in his hands.
He spread his thighs apart. He pointed his cock toward the bowl.
He let the piss squirt out of his cock and into the bowl, as he sat on it. He heard another girl pissing.
As soon as he finished, he grabbed up a handful of pink toilet paper. Then, he wiped his cock head with it.
He then stood up, and pulled his panties back up. He felt all clean and femininely fresh.
He straightened his skirt, and flushed the toilet. Then, he left the stall.
He leaned against a sink, waiting for the strange girl to finish and leave. Marsha was still hiding in her stall.
Marsha was rubbing her pussy in the stall. She had been very aroused, not only by the success of Jonathan's drag, but by the stupid attempt at drag that Alphonse made.
Marsha slipped her index finger into her slit. She rubbed the fingertip around over her engorged clitoris.
But, she really couldn't get into a position to bring herself off. Finally, she heard the other girl leave the bathroom.
She stood up, and left her stall. She saw that Jonathan was leaning against a sink.
"Come into a stall with me, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan went with her inside the stall on the farthest side. Marsha put the top down on the toilet.
She climbed up on it. Then, she pulled Jonathan's skirt up above his waist.
"Pull down your panties, Joan." Marsha commanded Jonathan.
Jonathan did as she told him to do. He pulled his panties partway down his thighs.
Then, he braced his muscular legs, as Marsha fell against him. She wrapped her thighs around his.
Then, holding herself up by her arms around his neck, she dangled herself down, until his now, fully erect cock was pressed against her cunt. Jonathan felt her soft pubic hair against his aching cock.
He smelled her perfume, and felt her panties, which she had pulled down to one knee, brush against his hip. Then, he felt her cunt lips spread.
And, Marsha pushed herself down, until Jonathan's long cock slid into her cunt hole. Then, she moaned with appreciation.
She took her feet from the toilet seat. She let Jonathan hold her entire body. She wrapped her thighs around his, and pushed her cunt hole all the way around his cock. She felt her throbbing pubis filled by his organ.
She leaned her head back, and began to sigh. Jonathan put his hands under her ass cheeks.
He held up her soft, rounded, firm ass. He pulled her up and down on him.
He felt his panties around his knees. He felt the knee socks on his legs.
He felt the wig over his head. He tossed his blonde dynel hair.
Then, he ran one hand through Marsha's dark, thick hair. He felt her warm cunt around his throbbing cock.
She was moaning and sweating. Jonathan began to moan, too.
Soon, he was pressing her back against the tile wall. And, he pushed himself in and out of her with rough pressure.
Marsha began to grunt as each thrust brought her closer and closer to climaxing. She looked at the pretty, made-up face on top of her.
She smiled and then gritted her teeth. She let out one grunt, as the orgasm welled up in her.
A moment later, Jonathan had to release his sperm into Marsha's cunt hole. He sobbed as the liquid jetted out of his long, thin cock.
The sound of their fucking organs became squishy. Jonathan began to run out of steam.
Finally, with one thrust, his limp cock fell out of Marsha's cunt. And, he found it too difficult to hold her ass up anymore, so he gently let her feet down on the tile floor.
Marsha stretched and smiled. Her cunt and body were relieved.
She ran her fingers through Jonathan's wig. She crouched down, and pulled up his panties around his come dripping crotch.
Then, she said, "It's time that you changed into a boy again."
"Oh, so soon?" Jonathan whined to Marsha.
"Yes. There are a few more things that we have to do today." Marsha said to him.
She guarded the bathroom, to check for approaching girls. And, Jonathan changed into boys' clothes in one of the stalls.
Finally, he had removed his skirt and sweater and blouse, and wig. He put on some jeans, and a plaid flannel shirt, and some sneakers.
He got out of the stall, and was about to leave the bathroom when Marsha said, "Whoa! you forgot to take off your make-up."
Jonathan rubbed his face with a paper towel dipped in a jar of cold cream that Marsha carried in her purse. Then, he washed his face with the rough powdered soap that was in the bathroom sinks.
Finally, his face was totally clear.
Marsha stuffed his girls' clothes, and wig into her big bag. And, she leaned out of the bathroom, to check that nobody was in the hall to see a boy emerge from the girls' room.
It was free, and the two of them slipped out of the bathroom. Jonathan put his hands into his pockets, and began to whistle.
"Come on, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan, pulling him by the elbow, down the hallway.
They went up to where there were some teachers' offices. Marsha led the way to Dale Kelly's office.
Jonathan stood outside while Marsha talked to Miss Kelly about her essay assignment. After a while, both females emerged from the cubicle.
Dale Kelly looked Jonathan up and down. Jonathan smiled shyly and awkwardly at her.
"And, who are you?" Miss Kelly said to him.
"Oh, I'm just a sophomore. I was thinking of taking your class next semester, the introductory one." Jonathan said to her.
"He's just waiting for me." Marsha said to the domineering teacher.
"Well, I hope you found today's class interesting." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan, patting him on the ass as she walked her tall body by him.
Jonathan blushed a deep purple. Marsha burst out laughing.
"Marsha! She could tell that it was me!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah, well, she's an expert. You'll have a fun time in her class next semester, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What will I do if other people find out about me?" Jonathan wailed.
"Oh, I don't think Miss Kelly will tell on you. She's got enough of her own little secrets to keep." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Marsha started off down the hall way. Jonathan rushed up to her.
"Where to now, Marsha?" Jonathan asked her breathlessly.
"To the coffee shop." Marsha said to him, opening the door for him.
They walked over to the coffee shop. Marsha led the way into the smoke filled room.
Alphonse was sitting alone at a booth. Marsha walked up to him, with Jonathan in tow.
"Mind if we join you?" Marsha asked him.
"Certainly not. Where's your pretty little friend?" Alphonse asked her.
"Oh, I think you scared her off. She didn't know that the boys were so ugly here. But, I think she'll be back. She's promised to come with us to the Halloween social, hasn't she?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, she has." Jonathan said to Alphonse.
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure." Alphonse said to Jonathan.
"Well, Jonathan's sort of a closet student. We don't all hang out in the coffee shop ten hours a day." Marsha said to Alphonse.
"So, you've had more success with Joan than I did?" Alphonse asked Jonathan.
"Um. Well, I guess you could say that. She's a very pretty girl, isn't she?" Jonathan asked Alphonse, blushingly.
"Yes, but not so much the real woman as Marsha here. Right, Marsha?" Alphonse said, blowing a kiss to Marsha.
"How would you ever know, Alphonse?" Marsha asked him.
"You're so cruel to me, Marsha." Alphonse said to her.
"Where's my whip. I can see that you want to be pussy whipped." Marsha said to him.
"Is that what she does with you?" Alphonse asked Jonathan.
Jonathan just smiled. He felt his cock tingle inside his silky panties.
"Well, I've got a class. See you later -Jonathan." Marsha said to him, nodding to Alphonse.
Later, Jonathan was walking through the library. As often happens with new words, or people, once you find them, you begin to see them all over the place, whereas you never saw them around before, Jonathan bumped into Dale Kelly's ample bosom as he was walking, his thoughts preoccupied, up the library steps.
She held him firmly by the shoulders. Jonathan blushed deeply.
"I think now would be a good time to discuss that class next semester, Joan." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan.
"How did you know my name?" Jonathan whispered to her.
"Well, I figured it was Joan, or Jean, or Johnny. So, I just picked one of them. Besides, I could call you whatever I decided to." Miss Kelly said to him.
"Yes, Miss Kelly." Jonathan said to her.
He followed her out to the annex where her office was. She locked the door behind them.
Then, she put the Venetian blinds flat, and pulled the shades. Then, she sat in her swiveling chair.
Jonathan stood before her, trembling with excitement, and a little bit of fear. Miss Kelly looked him up and down.
"Let me see what you're wearing underneath all of that lumberjack drag." she said to him.
Jonathan slowly unbuttoned, and removed his shirt, and unzipped and pulled down his jeans. He then stood before Miss Kelly in his knee socks, his silky panties, and his bra.
"Ah, better than I expected. You are even wearing a bra." Miss Kelly said to him.
Jonathan bowed his head, and looked down on his padded chest. He felt his cock rise up in his panties.
Miss Kelly rolled her chair out from behind her laden desk. She pulled her large skirt up around her waist.
She was wearing stockings, with a garter belt. And, she wasn't wearing any panties.
Jonathan looked at her brown pubic hair. She didn't dye that red, he thought.
"On your knees, sissy." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan.
Jonathan fell to his knees in front of her. She spread her thighs apart.
"Lick my pussy." the teacher said to him, in a commanding voice.
Jonathan crept forward. Finally, his torso was between her fleshy thighs.
He could smell the strong perfume that she had dotted the back of her knees with. And, he could smell the fainter odor of her well-washed cunt.
He brought his face closer and closer to her bush. He stuck out his tongue.
Finally, he began to lick at the teacher's hairy slit. Miss Kelly pressed her cunt forward to his mouth.
He sucked and licked at her twat until his lips began to pucker. Then, he continued, because when he tried to move his head away, Miss Kelly would push him back against her cunt, with her claw like hands.
Finally, he began to hear Miss Kelly sighing with satisfaction. His tongue was getting tired.
But, finally, the juices were gushing out of her cunt glands. And, he felt her jerk spasmodically with orgasmic relief.
After several minutes of this pleasure, Miss Kelly pushed his head away. She pulled the skirt back over her garter belt.
Then, she said to Jonathan, "Close the door as you leave."
She didn't say another word to him. Jonathan got dressed quickly, and left the cubicle.
He left campus soon after that. He was confused.
He didn't know whether he was supposed to take Dale Kelly's class after that, or not. But, he decided to let time tell.
A while later was Halloween. There was a social the first Friday night after the holiday.
Marsha and Jonathan planned for it. And, also, Marsha and Frank planned for it.
Marsha began to see Frank a few days a week. She was meaner to him than she was to Jonathan.
And, she thought that Frank gave better head than Jonathan did. But, she preferred to fuck Jonathan.
Frank was reluctant to put on a lot of feminine clothes. He liked to wear panties, and rub his erect cock with panties, but he wouldn't dress up all the way for Marsha.
She would get angry and disgusted with him. And, she would end up spanking him, and making him eat her out.
But, for Halloween, he had promised to get into full drag. That was acceptable in his eyes.
It was fairly common for boys to dress as women for the Halloween social. And, Frank thought that that would be some pleasure for Marsha. But, Frank wouldn't buy any clothes for that one night. So, Marsha had to pull together an outfit out of her own, and Sandy's clothes.
They had to find larger outfits. And, Frank would not be as chic as Marsha would have liked.
But, finally, Marsha got something satisfactory set up for Frank. As usual among the Halloween queens, he would wear a fancy dress, and a lot of makeup and jewelry.
Marsha found this a bit much, but it was better than nothing. And, Frank was obviously very turned on by the entire thing.
Marsha had to tightly bind his cock since it was hugely erect all the time that he was in the evening dress. And, finally, Marsha let him jerk off into some panties, before they left for the social hall.
Frank wore a lavender, high waisted cocktail dress of Sandy's mother. It had thick straps, and a bow with artificial flowers around the back.
He wore a sequined turban over his short hair, with only strands creeping out of the sides. And, he made Marsha make him up heavily.
His lips were nearly twice their normal size. And, he insisted on a passionate pink creamy lipstick.
Then, he wanted purple and blue glitter for his eyes, and extra long, cheap false eyelashes. These were the only things that he actually bought for himself.
To Marsha's disgust, he refused to shave under his arms. And, his bare arms were also muscular and hairy.
He did manage to grow his nails. And, Marsha applied several coats of lavender nail polish to them.
The most difficult thing was to find shoes for him. Finally, he squeezed his feet into a pair of sliver spray painted sandals that were abandoned in someone's dorm room.
He wore some fishnet stockings under these. And, he wore a pair of frilly panties, and one of Sandy's bras, stuffed with tissues.
Finally, there didn't seem to be anything more that could be done for Frank. Marsha walked with him to the party.
Marsha dressed as the pope for the social. She wore the violet velvet cape.
Underneath that, she wore a long, beige lacy nightgown of hers. And, she fashioned some large tin-foil crosses.
She also built a cardinal's hat out of two wire hangers and cardboard and tin foil. She pulled her hair tightly back, and greased it.
Then, she wore black low heeled pumps, and black stockings. And, she carried a staff also made out of wire hangers and tin foil.
She walked with Frank, christened Fanny for the evening, to the dance floor. Jonathan, as Joan, was to join them there.
Seeing that Frank would need all the help that he could get, Marsha agreed to allow Jonathan to devise his own costume, and surprise her.
He was going to dress up as something, on top of dressing as Joan. Marsha expected something stunning.
Last minute qualms, and waiting for Dan to leave the apartment, caused Jonathan to be quite late. He was almost not in time for the costume contest.
So, Marsha danced with Frank, and saw that despite his tasteless attire, he was the best looking she-male in the room. And, there seemed to be plenty of other girls who found him attractive as a female.
Frank was enjoying himself quite a bit. So, Marsha went off with some other people.
As she looked around the room she noticed the others attire.
Nothing really impressed her that much that she wanted to write home about.
But then she saw Howard.
Howard was dressed as a dog. He had a leather collar, with a leash dangling.
He wore a brown leotard, with white spots sewed to it, and a long, stuffed tail attached. And, he wore brown and white spotted greasepaint on his face.
He wore brown leather gloves, and brown ballet shoes, with claw like plastic triangles attached. And, on his head was a pair of brown pointed ears, attached to a Mickey Mouse cap.
With his big teeth, he looked very canine. Marsha was very impressed with his outfit.
"You think you'll get laid more easily if you look like that?" Marsha asked him.
"By the right sort of people, perhaps." Howard answered her, exhaling his cigarette smoke through his shiny, black nose.
"I think you have a shot at the best costume." Marsha said to him.
"I don't know. Segel hates me. And, he's the judge." Howard said to her.
"Why does he hate you?" Marsha asked him.
"Oh, probably because I don't think that the sniveling little drip is that brilliant." Howard said to her.
"Oh. Well, he likes me, and I bet he'll like my costume, too. Maybe he'll give me the prize." Marsha said to Howard.
"Yeah, maybe." Howard said, stamping out his cigarette.
"What's the prize, anyway?" Marsha asked him.
"I think it's a bottle of Scotch, or a night in bed with Segel, or whichever is least nauseating to you." Howard said to her.
"Gimme the Scotch. Have you ever smelled Segel's breath?" Marsha asked Howard.
"Oh, God! Yes! It's vile." Howard said to her.
"Oh, I see my friend, Joan!" Marsha exclaimed.
"That exquisite creature over there? Dressed like a witch?" Howard asked Marsha.
"Yes. I don't think you've met her. She's staying here at relatives. She goes to my high school, and she's checking out colleges." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan walked over to them. He was wearing his long, blonde wig, in full Veronica Lake style.
His lips were a glossy blood red. His nails were long, and of matching color.
He wore a slinky, floor length black gown. It had spaghetti straps, and clung to his artificial hips and tits.
Jonathan had procured false breasts with erect nipples, that could be glued directly to his hairless chest.
Jonathan was freshly depilated. His make-up was subtle.
He wore long, black gloves, and a single, white gold ring on the small finger of his left hand. His cock was tightly pulled between his legs.
He wore high heeled black velvet pumps. So, he was tall and slinky all in all.
He had managed to get a black rabbit fur cape to wear over the whole ensemble. And, some rhinestones to wear around his long neck.
Thrown on top of his lustrous blonde mane, very nonchalantly, was a black velvet, pointed and brimmed hat. It crushed into itself, and fell over to one side.
And, held nonchalantly in Joan's hand, was a rhinestone wand. So, the effect was of a stunning woman, just casually dressed up as a witch.
Many people stared at Joan as she entered the hall. Rarely did a real girl get so successfully dolled up.
Nobody suspected that Joan was Jonathan. Jonathan slinked across the room to Marsha.
"You look lovely, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, I couldn't really get a costume together. But, I figured, black is always in good taste." Jonathan said to her.
"Yes, especially with that lovely hair of yours." Howard said, admiring Jonathan.
"Howard, this is Joan. Joan, Howard." Marsha said to each of them.
"So nice to meet you. Marsha's told me so much about you." Howards said to Jonathan.
Jonathan cast a suspicious glance toward Marsha. She shook her head impatiently.
"I think that your costume is just wonderful. You're sure to win a prize." Jonathan said, in a high voice, to Howard.
"Well, we'll see how fair minded the religion teacher really is. I guess I'll enter, though. But, you and Marsha should real compete for the girl's prize." Howard said to Jonathan.
"Oh, I don't think I should try for that. After all, my costume is not really that good as a costume, is it?" Jonathan said.
"Well, go up there anyhow. I think there's one for prettiest girl's outfit. And, you can get that." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan giggled. Then, he went down to the dance floor with Howard.
Jonathan held Howard's leash, while they boogied. They were the most interesting looking couple on the dance floor.
Finally, the costume contest was announced. Marsha hustled Jonathan up to the contest line with her.
Marsha ended up getting best prize for her costume. But, Jonathan got prettiest prize.
Segel put his arm around Joan's waist, and kissed Jonathan on his perfumed and powdered cheek. Segel was a little drunk, and knowing that Joan was not a student, he actually propositioned her.
"Let's go to my apartment, beautiful. It's right down across the road." Segel said to Jonathan.
"Oh, Mr. Segel. I'm very flattered. But, I don't think you're aware of how young I am." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, age is not all that important. You are a woman, that's plain to see." Segel said to her.
Jonathan giggled, and, walked off, shaking her head. Joan was continually asked to dance, and to bed all evening long.
But, she went home with Marsha. And, the two of them tumbled into bed together, still dressed up.
Up went the slinky black dress, and up went the pope skirt. And, in went the erect cock into the moist, warm pussy hole.
And, Jonathan shook his false breasts over Marsha's cross laden breast as he pumped in and out of her sticky cunt. Finally, they both collapsed in satiation.