Double Trouble

In normal circumstances this would horrify me but nestling in Tina's bed, Carmilla's sleep tonic inside me, wrapped in Amy's gorgeous baby-doll, smelling the girls fragrance I slept incredibly deeply -too deeply.

I woke with Carmilla switching on the light. My boxers where damp and sticky, the cotton gusset clung to my crutch like cling film. I peered over the quilt to see Amy and Tina beaming down at me as if a museum exhibit. Oblivious to what the girls had done Carmilla opened the curtains with a flourish and I peeked over the covers unaware that my face painted in sumptuous pastels, reds and pinks resembled a pretty young girls.

Carmilla's initial reaction was of complete surprise. I didn't understand why.

'What have you been doing?' she asked pointing an accusing finger at me.

'Not our fault. He, insisted we made him up.' Tina cried defensively. 'He wanted to look pretty like us. It was the film it made him become very insistent'

'Yes,' Amy added. 'Lipstick, eye-shadow, mascara. He wanted the lot.'

Confused I licked my plump lips and tasted the strawberry lipstick and with a quivering finger felt the powdery foundation on my cheek. The true horror of my situation dawned on me but I had no time to reflect as Carmilla flicked off my duvet with a flourish like a magician revealing a trick. They all gasped then silence fell like a stone as the two girls starred at my cum stained boxers. The damp, dark stain spreading like a virus. I froze in terror unsure what to say or do.

'He's wet himself,' Amy shrieked

'And in my bed,' Tina added unhappily.

But then the girls laughed unsympathetically and I wanted to cry.

'Look at our little girl she's wet her knickers.' They both sang merrily.

'I, I, I don't know what happened, Carmilla,' I mutter. 'I slept like a log, um, I've never done ... how can ... I mean ...'

Carmilla let me trail off without interrupting.

'Have you quite finished?' she said looking at me down her nose like a bad smell.