What I did on my Vacation The rain beat mercilessly on the windshield as I
drove through the unfamiliar territory. My decision to see more by getting off
the interstate was proving to be hazardous as the thunderstorm pounded. The
winding country roads that were so enjoyable in the afternoon were treacherous
in the rainy night. This trip was meant to be a getaway. Work had demanded all
my attention over the past two years. At the first opportunity to get time
off, I took it. A month free to roam the countryside, and just unload. A
sudden intense burst of rain blocked out all view of the road. I released the
accelerator, felt a bump, then another, and saw the shoulder of road as the
car flew across it. The car felt like a roller coaster as it hurdled down an
embankment. Expecting a sudden, deadly stop in a ditch, I pulled the wheel to
one side to slow the vehicle. The car slipped sideways on the muddy slope,
until it slid backwards, and downwards. With a crunching thud the vehicle
smashed through a bracket of bushes and finally came to a stop. Sitting in the
suddenly still car, I felt relief not to have flown through the windshield.
However, the sound of water flowing around me showed it may not be a safe
haven. Donning a hat, grabbing my clothes bag and my flashlight, I jumped out
of the car, slamming the door shut immediately behind me. Moving uphill
convinced me that the bushes would not allow return to the road. I edged
downhill, the mud squoozing up around my shoes. Through the light I could
barely see the stream ahead. It seemed to be about waist deep, but flowing
quickly. The rear end of the car was in the swollen stream, my belongings
inside no doubt submerged. Holding the clothes high, I waded through. The
water swirled around my hips, raising to waist height. Finally I reached the
other side and found it to be muddier than the other. Holding the bag up and
climbing with my free hand, I got nearly to the top when my legs slipped out
from underneath me. I slid down through the mud on my side still holding the
bag when my hip struck an embedded rock. The pain jarred the bag loose and it
splashed into the stream and sailed away. The flashlight ws gone. Free to
climb up on all fours through the mud, I finally reached the top and could see
a field ahead of me. Striking out across the field, I finally reached a home.
Realizing I must be quite a sight, I rang the bell. Curtains finally parted
and a face framed in soft curls peered out, frowning. She cracked the window
open. "What do you want?" "I'm a weary traveller, Mam. My car broke down on
the road." "You look like the Swamp Thing! Come around back." I went to the
back door, where there was an overhang offering shelter from the rain. "Who
are you," my erstwhile hostess asked through the locked door. "Alan Anderson.
I was trying to take a peaceful vacation when this storm came up. I'm from
Wisconsin, on my way to the west coast." "Let me see some identification." I
took out my wet wallet and held it up to the window, beginning to shiver. She
reached out and snatched it from me. "I can't read it there!" She took it
inside, and I could hear her talking with someone else, another woman perhaps.
The questioning continued while I stood there, shivering. She would go back
in, and then come out. She still had my wallet. "Sorry, Mr. Anderson, we have
to take precautions." The door opened and she stepped out to the proch,
followed by a couple other women. The were all dressed rather nicely in
skirts, a nice change from the women I was used to seeing all the time in
slacks. "Ladies, I don't mean to be forward, but it is cold here!" It was late
in the fall, and I had driven to a higher elevation without realizing it. It
_was_ cold here. "Sorry, Mr. Anderson. We'll have to wash you down before you
come in the house, though. You're covered in mud from head to toe!" One of her
compatriots approached with a garden hose, the water blasting. Standing with
teeth gritted and arms out, I waited for the hosing to finish. They had me
turn around, taking particular delight in hosing my buttocks. The giggles gave
them away as slightly tipsy. The water ran off in muddy rivulets. While the
cleansing proceeded, they introduced themselves. Sylvia, a take-charge raven
haired beauty, had answered the door. The red head was named Barb, while the
third was a blonde named Suz. I nodded grimly while they spoke. They took
turns blasting me with the hose until the mud was gone. "Glad I could provide
some entertainment! You wouldn't by any chance have some dry clothes would
you? Everything I brought has been washed away in the storm." With a chorus of
giggles, they assured me they could find something that would work out. They
let me into the entryway, handed me a nice fluffy towel and told me to strip
down. Drying off, I wrapped a towel around my waist. Sylvia returned. "Look at
you, you need a bath! Come along." "Sure thing..." I followed Sylvia to the
tub, and saw that the bathtub was filled with sweet-smelling bubbles. Sylvia
habded me a warm cocktail, and left me to bathe. I entered the tub, sighing
and smiling as I leaned back into the suds. I laid there for a good twenty
minutes, up to my neck in the water in the large tub. Suz knocked at the door,
poking her head in. "Come on now, silly! You have to come out some time," she
giggled. "Shower down and come on out to join us.." "OK, be right there." I
drained the tub. My drink was gone, anyway. Standing up, I showered the suds
off. Looking down in the drain, I saw the water was dark... Looking at my
body, I realized the water was dark with my hair! All of my body hair below my
neck had fallen off!! They had put some sort of depilitory in the bath water!!
While drying my head, Sylvia returned with some clothes. "This is all we have
Alan, it should fit you." She handed me the pile. To my great surprise, it
contained a silky nightgown, and panties! She enjoyed my look of hesitation.
"Sorry, but that's all we have. You see, there's no men here, haven't been for
awhile." She stood their smiling. Feeling my crotch beginning to stir, I tried
to rush her out. "OK, if that's the way it has to be, then..." "Come on out
when you're done, and we'll have some warm drinks." Great. Not that I didn't
like wearing women's clothes. Nope, I loved it. Truth was, just about the only
clothes in my car trunk were women's clothes I'd bought in cities I'd
travelled through! But it had always been a private pleasure. Now.... Lifting
the panties, I saw they were made of a flimsy, silky fabric. Sigh. Great stuff
to wear - in private. I pulled the panties up. They did nothing to hide my
fully erect cock. Hoping for more assistance from the nightgown, I saw it was
merely a long nightie, snug and soft. Hmmmmm..... Too bad about that large
"tent" in the front. Stepping quietly down the hall, I peered into the living
room and spied a chair. I quickly plunked myself into it. Looking around the
room, I noticed a nice stone fireplace with a fire crackling warmly.

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 "Why
Allie!", squealed Barb, "you look wonderful!" Turning red, I said, "You're
sure you don't have any men's clothes now, right?" "Not at all," insisted
Sylvia. She offered me another drink. The earlier drink already had my head
buzzing, but the embarrassment was proving painful, so I accepted it. We
chatted for a little while, the drinks loosening things up. Rain beat against
the windows. "Now, Allie, let's see how you really look in that nightie," Suz
said with an inviting grin. "Actually, the name's Al, and I'm really
comfortable here. Do you think the rain will stop soon?" I gamely asked,
trying to change the subject. Their faces fell, and Sylvia spoke up. "Well!
Here we are acting as perfect hostesses, and you deny a simple request! Such
gratitude! Maybe "he" should be turned back out into the storm, girls...."
"Sigh, OK" I stood up, suddenly feeling the drinks. Fortunately, my cock had
gone flaccid. Moving to the center of the room, the girls whistled. As I
reached the center of the room, feeling the flimsy nightgown against my
denuded skin, I suddenly twirled a pirouette. The girls clapped. My erection
quickly returned to its former glory. "Why, Allan, I do believe you enjoy
wearing those things!" "Hot, girl!!" "Hey, good looking!" I abruptly stopped,
staggered back a little, and bumped an end table. The fancy vase on it
toppled, and fell, breaking to dozens of small pieces. Sylvia jumped up
slapped my buns. Hard. "You! That was a rare, expensive, vase, and now look
what you've done!" "Sorry, Sylvia, I...." "Quiet! There's going to be some new
rules around here!", she said. "You will work that vase off!" "Well, get my
wallet, and I'll pay you. How much was it?" "I'll decide the rules! You are
going to work it off. We have your car keys, wallet and male clothes. You will
serve us for a week. You will obey, or we will call the Sheriff, who knows us
well, but you not at all. We will report a "pervert" running amok. Or you can
simply go along." "You have ten seconds." I thought quickly. My rigidness
continued unabated. Well, it sure beat walking tours... One week, and then I
could be on my way. Or I could get involved with a publicized battle starting
with me in women's clothing and completely shaved. With these sharp gals, it
could be fun. "OK", I said, "let's go." "Strip", Sylvia commanded. I dropped
the nightgown over my shoulders, until it fell to the floor. "Now the
panties," said Sylvia. I pulled the panties down my legs. There, I was,
standing in front of three strange women, as naked as I'd been since I was
born, what with all my body hair gone. Actually, there was a little pubic hair
left. Sylvia produced a satin collar. "This will remind you of your servant
status. And that little bit of pubic hair is cute, we'll do something with
that!" The girls trimmed my pubic hair to a heart shape, with the hairs barely
a quarter of an inch long. They left some hair in the center longer, and tied
a little red bow in them. "What a nicely wrapped package, but she needs some
makeup," said Barb. The ladies marched me upstairs, and, after a close shave,
sat me down in front of the mirror. "Now, pay attention, you! We want this
done every morning!" They proceeded to mercilessly pluck my eyebrows into a
thin, sultry arch with tweezers, had me apply mascara to my eyelashes, and
lipstick. Foundation was applied to my face, and blush added. The feminization
was overpowering. I had resisted my urges for so long. Now, I was able to
submit because I really had no other option. I surrendered to their feminine
ministrations, letting go of the macho veneer. They spritzed me with some sext
perfume. When the makeup was finished, they produced a high quality blonde
wig, placing it on my head. The hair was very soft and delicate and hung down
about my shoulders. They had me step into a satin bustierre with garters. I
rolled the silky white nylons up my legs and attached them to the bustierre,
as instructed. The ladies were loving it, giggling and teasing me every step
of the way. Pulling the satin panties up my legs, I felt the cool fabric on my
heiny. Looking in the mirror, I saw an attractive women with a very unwomanly
bulge in my panties. The ladies had me slip into some heels and come
downstairs. "Well, _Sally_, I can see your enjoying this!" barked Sylvia. "But
that's not the idea! You are here to serve us! Now fetch us some drinks and
come back here! I wobbled out to the kitchen preparing the drinks and
returning quickly. Passing a mirror, I hesitated slightly to admire myself.
There I was, prettily made up in a wig and lovely lingerie. My body tingled
with erotic passion. As I presenting each lady with a drink, Sylvia swatted me
hard on the behind. "Bitch! I saw you admiring yourself in that mirror,
keeping us waiting! You'll learn your lesson." She pulled me by my wrist, over
her knee, and pulled down my panties. "Count out loud in your high sissy
voice," she ordered. Swat "One" Swat "Two" Swat "Three" Swat "Four" and so it
went, my bottom burning and my libido growing. She finished at twenty, and
stood me up. I stood there, rubbing my bottom, with my panties around my
knees. My cock was rock hard. "There, there," cooed Sylvia. "Your Mistress
forgives you. Now come here." She brought me to my knees and guided me up her
billowing skirt. She instructed me to pull her panties down with my teeth.
Doing so, I saw her lucious mons. I ate as commanded, on all fours, with my
heiny in the air. While lapping Sylvia, I felt a hand on my warm bottom, and
then a glob of lubricating jelly in my anus. Barb started my "pussy training,"
as they called it, sliding first her fingers, then a dildo up my bung. This
continued until all three women were satisfied. My jaw and tounge ached, and
my bottom had a new feeling never felt before. The camera flashed several
times. That's when Suz said. "Well, do you think Dolly's been punished long
enough?" I thought the remark strange, because they had named me Sally. "Yes,"
said Barb, "bring her out." Suz trooted off down the hallway, returning with
another TV in a satin collar dressed in a cami, panties and long blonde wig.
She was very slim, and obviously a master of the feminine arts. "Dolly, you
are no longer at the bottom of the totem pole here. Meet Sally, your servant."
I looked up startled. This was a new twist. I'd been curious about the bi
route, but never tried it before. "I want a show," said Sylvia, "You two, 69
Now!" They placed condoms on both of us. I was laid back on the rug, and Dolly
climbed on top, taking my pole in her mouth and putting hers to my lips. I
opened my lips and she slip in. My first taste of cock was not bad, and I
found the condom had realistic, salty flavoring. I sucked her wildy as the
passion grew in my crotch. When I was near orgasm, Sylvia broke us up. I was
flipped over onto all fours. Dolly approached me on her knees from behind and
pressed against my sphincter. I groaned as she entered. Well, I wanted a
change of pace for my vacation! 

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