College Secretary

By: Tracey Davis

Alex and his wife had a pretty standard, maybe stagnant sex life until
recently. Alex was writer, who worked out of our home, and his wife works
as an English professor at a local university. Kristine brought home and
young couple for dinner, which she did now and then. Most were wanna-be
writers who wanted to meet me or someone over-confident that needed to
hear how tough it would be to be a writer.

After dinner, they sat at the table and drank coffee thanking about
writing.

Kathy looked up at with a sly grin, "Alex, would you like a better look
at my breasts?"

Flabbergasted, he didn't know to response, I knew I had been busted and
just mumbled, "Ummm, no."

"I think you do," she smiled.

Kathy, without taking her eyes of me, unbuttoned her blouse showing with
lace bra. She placed her hands under the cups and lifted her breasts
slightly. He glanced at Steve, who sat grinning. Then he looked at
Kristine, who also grinning. Was he being set up?

"Would you like me to take off my bra?" Kathy smiled.

"Yes," he smiled, calling her. Calling Kristine's bluff. Calling Steve's
bluff.

Kathy reached up and unsnapped the center clasp, allowing her small, firm
breasts spill out. Her eyes were still on me.

"Do you like these?"

"Yes," he said.

She stood up and moved over next to me.

"Would you like to take off my slacks?" she asked.

"Okay," Alex said, "this has gone too far." He turned to Kristine. "What
going on?"

"Go with it," Kristine smiled. "Would anyone like to see my breasts?"

"I would," Steve said.

Kristine nudged Alex, "Go ahead. Take off her slacks."

Then Kristine pulled her blouse over her head and then unsnapped her bra.
Her large white globes spilled out.

"Nice," Steve smiled.

Alex felt Kathy small hands take his and place them in her belt. He began
undoing her belt and unsnapped her slacks.

"Pull them down," she ordered. Her tone had changed. He pulled them down.
She wore black bikini panties. She stepped out of the slacks.

"Now pull down my panties," she demanded. Alex slid them down her thin
thighs, revealing her neatly trimmed public hair.

"I heard you have a talented tongue," she smiled. She pulled herself up
onto the table and spread her legs. "I want you lick me."

He turned to Kristine. She was unsnapping Steve's jeans. She pulled them
down. Alex could see a huge bulge in Steve's pants. Kristine realized he
was watching. She turned, "You have yours and I have mine. Let's have
some fun."

Alex felt Kathy's hands on his head. She turned his head.

"I said lick my fucking pussy!"

She forced his head down between her legs and Alex began to lick. She
began to moan. After about five minutes, Kathy was moaning even more, but
he also heard a muffled moan from Kristine. He looked up and she was on
her knees before Steve, only in her black nylon briefs, sucking on
Steve's large cock. Kathy pushed his head back down.  Soon Alex heard
Kristine moaning and the table was moving.

Alex knew Steve was fucking her. He wanted to fuck Kathy. He raised his
head after her fourth or fifth orgasm.

"Can I fuck you like that?" Alex asked, nodding toward my wife.

"Show me your cock," she snapped.

When he hesitated, she shouted, "Now."

He quickly pulled down his slacks and realized he was wearing Kristine
panties underneath. Kathy began laughing.

"I was just wearing them today because I didn't have anything clean."

"Steve look at the sissy in panties."

Steve still fucking Kristine.

"Cute," he said. Then laughed, "Sissy faggot."

Alex felt his cock shrink.

"Show me your big cock," she ordered.

Alex pulled down the panties and Kathy began to laugh.

"Pull up your panties sissy and keep licking me."

He did as he was told. Shortly afterward, Alex heard Steve moaned and the
table stopped moving. Within minutes, he felt a bra being wrapped around
my chest.

"Don't stop sissy," Kathy ordered. "Let them dress you."

Next he felt a garterbelt around his waist and then hose up his legs.
Next was a skirt. Finally, Kathy pushed him away and climbed off the
table. Kristine handed Alex a blouse and he put it on without saying a
word. He looked at the clothes he was wearing. They were his.  He looked
behind him and there were his wigs and makeup supplies.

"Go doll yourself up, sissy," Kathy said. "I want to see the real you."
Then she turned to Kristine. "Get down on your knees bitch. I want his
cock hard in five minutes so I can get fucked by a real cock or you'll
never touch that cock again."

Kristine quickly dropped to her knees and took his soft cock into her
mouth and sucked him hard.

Alex went into the bathroom. When I returned, Steve was fucking Kathy. He
was sitting on a chair and she rode him.

"I'm going to come," he said.

Kathy climbed off Steve and grabbed her camera. Kristine knelt in front
of Steve's cock while Kathy videotaped them.

"Do you want my cum?"

"Oh, yes," Kristine begged. He couldn't believe it. "Please cum on my
face."

"Are you my bitch?"

"Yes, I love your cock and I'm your bitch. I'll do anything for your
cock."

With that, Steve came on her face. Hot thick streams over her face.
Afterwards, Kristine eagerily licked his cock off, licked her lips and
then took her hands and wiped his cum off her face and licked her
fingers. Kathy stopped taping and told Kristine to move out of the way.

"Well, look at our sissy," Kathy said. She turned to Kristine, "Pick out
a pair of sexy heels for him, bitch."

Kristine returned with a pair of his five inch heels. He slipped them on.

"Now it's your turn to be videotaped," Kathy said. Alex felt better when
she said that when he saw Steve dressing. "Walk around for us. Now twirl
so we can see you panties. Now take off you panties. Now twirl. Now come
over and stand in front of me. Tell me your name."

"Stephanie," Alex eeked out in a feminine voice.

"No, silly," she said. "Tell us your real name."

He hesitated.

"Now or I tell Steve to get undressed."

"Alex Davis," he said.

"Alex, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a writer," Alex said. I could feel my face burning.

"What is your wife's name?"

"Kristine Davis."

"Take off your wig."

He hesitated.

"Steve come over her."

"No," Alex said and pulled off my wig.

"Now tell us how long you have been a sissy."

"Since I was 12."

"Who's clothes did you wear?"

"My sister's clothes."

This went on for what seemed forever.

"Now I want you to wear your female clothes 24/7, okay?"

"Yes," he said.

"I will call you and if you do not quickly send me a pic of yourself
dressed fem I will being Steve over here and you will suck his cock. Do
you understand?"

"Yes," he said.

"So if you aren't dressed, what will you do?"

"I will suck his cock."





Then next morning Alex woke up. He nudged his wife.

"Did that really happen last night?"

"I hope so," she said. "That's the best fucking I ever had."

That didn't make me feel good. Then she held a mirror in front of me.
Alex was still wearing my makeup. He looked down at his babydoll.

"They didn't really videotape us, did they?"

"Yeah."

"I thought they were just kidding."

Just then his phone rang. It was a text: tell your wife to take a pic of
yourself standing with your panties down and lifting your hem.

"Better hurry," Kristine said.

He stood and she snapped the pic and sent it.

They received another text: My friends loved the video sissy. They just
wanted to see ur tiny dick again.

Alex turned to Kristine, "What are we going to do?"

"I hope I can get fucked like that again," she said as she got up and
jumped in the shower.

When she got out, he was waiting for her.

"What am I going to do?"

"I don't know. Why the hell did you get dressed like that for them and
say all that stuff."

"I didn't think they were serious."

She dressed and left for work. Alex was ready to jump in the shower and
wash everything off when Kathy called.

"Hey, sissy," she greeted me mockingly.

"Hi, he responded with some trepidation.

"I need you to dress up real nice, today. Can you do that for me?"

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Is that okay with you?"

Fearing her, he said, "Yes, Kathy."

"Very good and why don't you call me Ms. Clarett from now on?"

"Yes, Ms. Clarett."

"Do you have a secretary's outfit?"

"Yes, I think."

"This is what I want," she said and she explained.

Alex showered, dressed, and readied himself. He stood by the door,
opened, and walked out to his car. He had only dressed fem when out of
town. He set the GPS to the address Kathy gave him. He drove to the
parking lot. Soon Kathy pulled up in her car. She got out and told Alex
to do the same.

"Very nice," she smiled.

He stood there for a few minutes, nervous, while she looked him over.

"Lift your skirt for me."

Slowly he reached for his hem and lifted his skirt showing his hose tops,
garterbelt, and panties.

"Now climb into the car with me."

It wasn't long before they were at Kristine's university.

"What are we doing here?" he asked.

She ignored him and told him to go to room 312 in Ellis Hall and that she
would meet him there later.

"Ms. Brown will be waiting there for you. Tell her you are Stephanie
Davis. You better get the job."

Alex walked up the sidewalk to Ellis Hall. He turned around and Kathy was
nowhere to be found. I walked in and walked up to 312 and knocked on the
door. A woman in her forties answered the door.

"May I help you," she smiled.

"Yes, I was told to come here. I'm Stephanie Davis."

"Oh, yes," she said. "You are here to interview. Come in."

He stepped into the office and she offered a seat. He handed him some
forms to fill out. He did so.

"Before we hire you, you will need a physical, Stephanie."

"How long do I have to get that?"

"We can do it this morning. There's a doctor down in the 100 hall."

"In the Women's Studies' building?"

"Yes, he's was speaking to a couple classes about hospital terminology
and the communication gaps with society. I asked him to stay to examine
you."

After he filled out the forms, she led him to room 100. I was a large
classroom.

"Sorry," she said, "I know this isn't a real doctor's office.

"That's okay."

"Now," Ms. Brown said, "You need to remove your clothes to your underwear
and wait for the doctor."

She stood there and removed his jacket. He slowly unbuttoned his blouse
and draped it over a chair. He wore a very feminine lace corset. He
unzipped his skirt and stepped out of it and placed it over the blouse.
He had a pale slip on.

"I think you have to take off the slip as well."

Alex slid it down slowly, covering himself as he went and quickly sat in
one of the desk/chairs to hid himself.

"I can take your clothes and find a hanger so they won't get wrinkled."

He didn't dare stand as she took his clothes and walked out the door.
Most of the shades were open, but there were on the third floor. The sun
was coming out. He sat at the desk for nearly forty minutes. Finally,
Kathy appeared at the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He explained.

"That's ridiculous. They should have down the physical by now. Your
interview is in about twenty minutes. Where are your clothes?"

"Ms. Brown took them so they would get wrinkled."

Kathy left and returned with the hanger. She told him to dress and she
stepped out of the room. Removed the jacket and blouse and realized there
was nothing else there. He put on the blouse and jacket.

"Ms. Clarret, my skirt and slip aren't here."

He squatted down at the door, pulling his jacket down to try to cover
himself.

"Oh my."

She led him down the hall quickly before the one o'clock classes got out.
He couldn't run because of his heels and she had to try with everything
to keep from laughing. In the office was a long table. She led him to the
far end and told him to sit down.

"Give me your jacket," she said. He did and she hung it up by the door.
"Sit there and I'll go find your clothes."

Just then two students walked in. They were in their early twenties.

"Kathy, is this where the interview is at?"

"Yes, you two are early. This is Stephanie Davis."

Leslie and Diane smiled broadly.

Over the next ten minutes more people filed in. In all there were six
teachers and four students.

"Okay, let's get this started. I'm Louise Jackson. Women's Studies
Department Chair. We are here to interview Stephanie Davis for the
position of secretary/errand girl. Let's go around the room and
introduced ourselves."

Everyone was associated with the women's studies department. When they
Stephanie she introduced herself.

"Okay, Stephanie," Louise said, "why don't you stand up and tell us about
yourself."

He stammered and tried to say he couldn't stand up.

"Just stand up or walk right out of here and never come back," Louis
snapped.

Alex stood with his hands covered the front of his panties. He nervously
explained what happened.

"That's admirable of you to continue under these conditions," Louise
smiled. "Are they garter snaps and hose? Is that a garterbelt?"

"Yes," he said shyly.

"Could you lift your blouse so we can see your garterbelt?"

Slowly, he lifted his blouse; not realizing that he was no longer
covering the lace front of is panties.

"Very feminine," Louise said.

"Can you turn around so we can see the back straps?"

Alex turned around and back.

"Very nice."

Most were trying to keep a straight face, but a few were horrified.

They asked questions about his crossdressing, but little about his
secretarial skill.

"Now," Louise said, "let see how you do in one of your duties. I want you
to take coffee and drink orders for everyone. You don't have memorize
everything. You can write it down."

Alex walked around to each person and wrote down what they wanted.

"Where are the drinks?"

"They are in the next office," Louise said. "Leslie will show you."

"Should I go out there like this?"

"Oh, there won't be anyone out there. There aren't any classes in here at
this time."

He followed Leslie to the office. She showed him the drinks and coffee.
He gathered them and began filling the tray with the order.

"Alex, what are you doing in her in your underwear?"

He turned around to see Kathy.

"They are testing my skills to get coffee and drinks," he said.

She smiled. "So everything is going well?"

"I guess. They got over the shock of seeing me in my underwear, I guess,
and what can I do?"

"Very good attitude."

Alex then walked away with the tray of drinks. He walked into the room
with them and began handing them out. Alex noticed someone new in the
room.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "Do you want a drink?"

"Yes, I'd like a coffee."

Alex scurried out and returned with a coffee.

"Very good," Louise said. "Alex, this is the doctor who was suppose
examine you. She has a busy schedule so we are going to conduct the
interview while you are being examined."

"Alex," Dr. Berger said, "could you sit on the edge of the table."

Alex sat there and she examined his ears, eyes, and mouth.

"Stephanie, what to do you think makes you most qualified for this
position?"

"I'm intelligent. I'm a writer, so I can help out with secretarial
duties. I'm athletic, so I can be a good errand girl."

"Could you unbutton and take off your blouse?"

Alex did so. Dr. Burger listened to his heartbeat.

"Stephanie," Dr. Jarrett asked. "I know as a crossdresser you try to be
as feminine as possible with makeup, wigs, clothing, the way you walk and
the way you talk, but since you work with all women here. List four
things you would do to make yourself even more feminine."

He thought, "I could wear more jewelry."

"That's okay, but we are looking for something more substantial."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean," he said.

"Okay, Stephanie," Dr. Berger said. "I really don't have the room to do
this at the end of the table. For the next step."

Dr. Berger looked around the room. "You are going to have to kneel on the
table."

"Should I take off my heels?"

"That's okay. You can keep them on."

"Would you be willing to do things that women do?" Dr. Jarrett asked.
"Like go shopping with the girls and try on clothes or go for a
makeover?"

"I guess," he said as Dr. Berger lifted his corset and tapped his
abdomen. Dr. Berger handed him a contract about the first task and he
signed it without reading it.

"Okay, that's one thing," Dr. Jarrett said. "Can you think of something
else?"

To Alex's surpise, Dr. Berger pulled down his panties and cupped his
testicles.

"Cover your mouth and cough." He coughed. "Again." He coughed. "Again."

"Do you want us to think of something else?"

"Sure," Alex said as he looked down. Only two professors could see his
small thing. The rest saw his bottom.

"Could you participate in a fashion show for us? Since you are male, as
scientists, we would like to see how you feel doing something like that."

"I guess I could." She slid him the paper and he signed the contract.

"Okay," Dr. Berger said, "now turned and bend down on your hands and
knees."

Alex pulled up his panties and turned around as his heels clanked on the
desk. When he was situated on his hands and knees, he felt his panties
slide down. Everyone could see him now.

Dr. Berger held up a piece of paper that said, "watch this" and then put
a finger to her lips.

"Stephanie I have to do a sensitivity test here. Spread your knees as far
apart as you can."

As his testicles hung down, snapped one with her finger. He winced. She
snapped the other one and he winced again.

"Okay, I'm going to have to do this two more times each. Tell me on a
scale from one to ten how painful this is. The ones I just did would be
threes.

Alex had his head down, but he still heard some snickers from the
students.

"Okay," he said.

"Stephanie," Dr. Jarrett said, "would you consider experience subordinate
positions to experience what many women experience?"

"Like what?"

Dr. Berger snapped pen on his ball and he winced loudly. She did the
other and he h the same. His eyes watered.

"Seven," he said.

"Work as a maid, a waitress. Stuff like that. Then report back to us."

Dr. Berger then snapped a rubberband on his balls.

"Yes, I will," he shouted as he reached back to cup and rub himself. Dr.
Jarrett gave his the next contract.

Dr. Berger slipped on rubber gloves and began examining his ass.

"We have a problem with your anus," Dr. Berger said. "Can you lay on you
back and pulled your legs back as far as you can?"

Alex did as he was told.

"Maybe you women on the side can help him hold his legs back further."

They did, putting Alex in much discomfort.

"Okay, Alex I need to measure your mouth first."

He wondered why she couldn't have down that first.

"I found in the past if the patient's eyes are covered this works better.
One of the students took a sash and covered his eyes, wrapping it around
his head. Dr. Berger then took a dildo and removed it from her bag. The
women were in hysteric without making a sound.

"Am I going to be okay," he asked with sorrow.

"It's 50/50. I need to measure your mouth by with and depth. Tell me when
you start gagging on this tube. If you start gagging I will pull it out
and you can try again. Try not to gag. Now open wide."

He did so as she slipped the dildo head through his lips. She pushed it
gently until he started to gag. She pulled it back slightly and tried
again. He gagged and she pulled it completely out.

"That wasn't very, I sorry to say," Dr. Berger said. "Do you want to try
again?"

"Yes, please. Can I?"

"Open wide," the doctor said. "Maybe suck on it to ease it back."

He sucked as she slid it back. He began to gag but he reached up grabbed
her hand to stop her from pulling it back.

"Do you want to work it yourself?"

"Ummph," he nodded.

He took it by two hands and began to ease into his throat. Each time he
took more and more until he finally gagged and pulled it out.

"How did I do?" he asked.

"Much better."

"Thanks," he smiled and the women were covering their mouths.

"Now we need to try a wider tube."

She pulled it out and someone gasped.

"Open wide."

At first it would fit.

"Work your lips around it."

Finally, he took the head in and she kept pushing it in.

"Can you hold it there?"

"Ummph," he nodded.

Finally she took it out.

"How did I do?"

"Very good."

"Am I okay?"

"Well see now. Since you took a tube that long and that wide in your
mouth, you need to do the same in your anus. If you can't then it is
likely it's the disease. Can you do that?"

She removed a third dildo and lubed it up. Many of the women said there
no way without saying a world. Some were betting.

"Dr. Jackson, I'm sorry this had to happen in the interview."

"Don't worry about it. If you pass this test and can go get more coffee,
you can have the job."

"Thank you."

Dr. Berger began easing it in. He was tense.

"Try think about something else."

"Can I suck on one of the tube?" he asked. "I guess like a bullet to bit
on."

"Only if you suck, not use teeth."

"Okay."

She gave him the thinner, long dildo and he took it and began sucking on
it. She tired and she couldn't get it in.

"I'm sorry, Alex."

"Oh please can we try a different position? Please?"

He quickly rolled over on his hands and knees. This was better. She began
inserting it in. She knew she went further she would hurt him.

"You can finish the interview," Dr. Berger said.

"Stephanie would you be willing to gather data on men for us?"

"What kind of data?"

"Just data."

"Nothing sexual."

"Of course not."

She slid him the contract and he signed it.

"Now I'm going to hold the tube," Dr. Berger said, "and you are going to
push back against it."

Alex rocked  back.

"More," she said. "I think you may have the disease."

Alex began to push against it and grunted with each push.

"Keep sucking the tube," Dr. Jackson encouraged, trying not to laugh.

After about five minutes, Dr. Berger told him to stop.  She pulled the
dildo out with a pop. She took the dildos and placed them in plastic bag.
Then she removed his blindfold.

"Do I have the disease?" he asked.

"No, you don't."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Then he realized he was on the desk totally
exposed. He began to wiggle to the edge of the table.

"Just a second," Dr. Berger said, holding a rule. "I need to measure your
penis." She measured. "Okay. Three-quarters of an inch." There were
snickers.

"Okay you can get dressed."

Alex shimmied off the table and slid his panties on. Then his blouse and
jacket.

"Do you want me to get coffee?" he asked.

"Yes, take orders."

Alex limped around the table and knew he had the job.