Double Trouble

I blush.

'Ballet.' Amy adds, 'and I bet he's watched the film, Billy Elliot too.'

I hadn't.

'Yes, ballet', Tina chirps, 'I bet you look absolutely beautiful in snowy white tights, a tight matching leotard and frothy tutu.'

I blush as my top lip sweats and my cock threatens to burst out of my boxers.

They both laugh and spend the rest of the film making constant references to my lack of masculinity.

At eight o'clock the film ends and Carmilla announces she had friends coming over for the evening. I heaved a sigh of relief as we had to go to bed. Perhaps now they would stop being so mean to me I mused.

Carmilla noticed my discomfort and despite my relaxing bath earlier the yummy chocolates and my baby-doll she insisted I took a teaspoon of her tonic to make me drowsy. Again refusal wasn't an option as she insisted it would help me get a good night sleep. She spooned it into my mouth like an infant. It tasted of strong cough mixture.

I never go to bed so early but tonight I was glad of the sanctuary of a bed and I didn't want any of her friends seeing me dressed as I was. I suggested I change but she was adamant I go to bed in the baby-doll.

That night watching the film like sisters my own masculinity had drained from me and by the time Carmilla tucked me up in Tina's bed I felt like one of the girls.

The bed was glorious. It hadn't been changed and I could smell Tina's sweet perfume on the crisp sheets and saw her long hairs on the pillow. I wanted to crash as Carmilla's tonic was having an effect. but the two girls had other ideas. As the light went out the two girls jumped on my bed and wanted to talk. Now they both wore similar baby-dolls. It was a young mans dream but I was far too tired so I let them chatter away as I drifted in and out of a deep sleep. They talked animatedly about the girl who dressed as a boy in the film so she could play football. They asked each other if they would dress as a boy to do something they really desired. I wasn't interested. I was tired after my day travelling and all of a sudden I my head was as heavy as lead and my eyelids just wouldn't stay open. It was predictable that they eventually wanted to know if I had ever dressed as a girl. I shook my head wearily but they found it hard to believe. They wanted to know more.