My girlfriend's prank

When Marianne and I were together, she knew I enjoyed being humiliated while dressed as a woman
—she liked it.
Therefore, we got along very well and spent many happy times together.
One evening, as I was getting ready to pick her up from work, I suddenly thought about how funny her expression would be if she saw me.
I painted my nails and made myself look like a slut.
Then I drove to a nearby shopping mall, parked in a dark corner, and continued my preparations.
Underneath my men's clothing was a white lace bra and gorgeous white silk panties.
I squeezed myself into a whalebone corset.
My breasts were pushed up, creating a captivating cleavage.
Above the bra, I wore white women's underwear.
Before driving out, I had already put on stockings and four-inch stilettos.
I looked around to make sure no one was there before getting out of the car, taking off my shirt and shorts, and putting on a low-cut crepe blouse.
The blouse had beautiful lace at the cuffs and heels.
My deliberately created cleavage was on full display.
Then, I put on a long, calf-length blue printed silk dress.
I tied a matching scarf around my neck, styled my strawberry-colored hair in a more feminine way, and put on earrings and a gold bracelet. A wanton woman was born! With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I drove towards Marianne's company.
Dressing up is always exciting, and this time was no exception.
I felt lucky: in earlier years, I often dressed up, but I was never recognized by acquaintances.
In recent years, I've rarely taken such risks, except for Halloween, costume parties, and a handful of times I've strolled around my neighborhood.
Therefore, I was particularly excited this time, and the thought of Marianne's surprised expression made me even more impulsive.
Driving in high heels was a little inconvenient, but the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and clothes was simply wonderful.
Soon, I arrived at Marianne
's workplace. After parking, I waited for Marianne to arrive.
My heart pounded; (5 words omitted) To my surprise, Marianne was leaving work with another girl! They walked towards my car, and I was stunned.
Thank goodness, my car was still running. I was about to make a quick getaway when I saw the girl say goodbye to Marianne and walk towards her own car.
So close! What a close call! Marianne got into her car, her jaw practically dropping.
I was worried she'd be angry, because if her colleagues found out, she'd be utterly humiliated.
But instead, she laughed and said, "Dim, if I'd let Kelly in, you'd have had a blast! Haha!" We walked back to the parking lot and chatted for a while.
Marianne, seeing me in women's clothing, seemed to have a heightened libido, so we took care of it there.
At the end, she gave me a deep kiss, and we shared my essence.
I got out of the car to change, and Marianne leaned against my seat watching me.
I took off my skirt and handed it to her through the window.
She looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, "Do you know parking lot number 2 downstairs?" "Of course," I said.
"See you then," she said, and drove off.
I couldn't believe she'd done that! I'd told her about my past experiences of being discovered and humiliated by female friends while dressed in women's clothing.
She later said that she'd treated me the same way, so she was part of my "sweet" memories.
I stood there, completely dressed in white.
In the dark parking lot, I was incredibly conspicuous.
Although the shops were closed, being discovered by the police would be certain death, so I headed towards the aisles on either side of the parking spaces.
Walking in four-inch heels wasn't easy.
To make myself walk faster, my hips swayed involuntarily, making me look even more feminine.
There weren't many cars coming and going in the parking lot, but it was still enough to keep me occupied.
Parading around in women's clothing like this was exciting enough, but now, to make matters worse, I didn't even have a skirt! I looked down and noticed that the hem of my bra was wrinkled, probably from when I took off my skirt.
As I walked, I smoothed the hem of my underwear, trying to distract myself from the humiliation.
Every passing car filled me with dread.
Who was in the car? Could they tell I was in drag? What would they think of me for not wearing a skirt? Would they stop? Or turn back to look at me? At this crucial moment, my little brother was stirring.
I pushed him back down, clamping him tightly between my legs.
At every turn, I looked around to see if any women were watching me, because I didn't have my purse.
Not wearing a skirt might not attract attention, but a woman without a purse was highly suspicious in the eyes of real women.
Marian's actions angered me, but I also enjoyed the thrill of being humiliated.
Finally, I reached the restaurant.
I didn't see my car, but discovered that the restaurant and the parking lot were separated only by a glass window.
The restaurant was bustling, all the tables were full.
The streetlights leading to the parking lot were brightly lit.
I knew that Marian was at the end of those lights.
Obviously, if I walked straight past, the restaurant guests would see me. But if I didn't, I'd have to go around to the back of the restaurant.
However, the back of the restaurant was pitch black, and I wondered what might happen. My current location was relatively safe, but the cars coming and going could still see me.
Just as I was becoming increasingly anxious and almost collapsing, I saw Marianne drive out of the parking lot across the street.
She leaned out, looking around as if surveying the area.
I hurried towards her, but she grinned mischievously, waved at me, and then slowly drove to the front of the restaurant.
"Oh my god! Is she expecting me to get in there?!" She wasn't satisfied with that, and parked right in front of the restaurant entrance, right in front of the large window filled with customers.
Reluctantly, I had to grit my teeth and walk towards the parking lot.
When I reached the window, Marianne honked the horn.
I turned to look out the window; a group of women were staring at me, then they started pointing and laughing.
My face and neck flushed bright red, burning hot.
Seeing people starting to laugh at me, she became even more emboldened.
Just as I was about to grab the car door, Marian restarted the car and slowly drove forward.
I had to jog.
Wearing high heels, my embarrassment was predictable.
I looked back and saw a growing crowd.
Some teenage girls were laughing hysterically.
A man, smoking a cigarette, watched me with amusement.
I looked into the car; the door was locked, and even grabbing it wouldn't help.
So I stopped.
Marian stopped too.
She turned to look at me and burst into laughter.
The female customers in the restaurant rushed to the windows like madwomen, eager to see what was so funny.
I glared at Marian, stamping my feet in anger, like a spoiled girl.
I had been completely fooled.
I walked towards the car, and as I grabbed the door handle, Marian moved the car forward a little.
I was furious! Suddenly, the car started to reverse, passing me and stopping in front of the restaurant's entrance steps.
The smoking man was standing there, smoking and laughing.
Marian moved the car slightly, so the front was facing me.
Suddenly, the headlights turned on, the blinding light enveloping me.
She tilted her head, gesturing for me to look out the window.
I looked and saw about 50 people crowded around the window, watching me make a fool of myself in public.
Speechless, I turned to leave, trying to escape this embarrassing scene.
The horn honked once, and I looked back to see Marian taking something out of the window and waving it gently at me.
I looked closely and realized it was my skirt.
The onlookers in the restaurant seemed to understand what was happening at the window.
They all poured out of the restaurant and stood on the side of the road.
I almost cried; I was so ashamed to face anyone.
But my little brother was incredibly aroused.
I turned away, hoping my girlfriend would have mercy and end this torture quickly.
The tears I had been holding back finally spilled out. I could clearly feel my heart pounding, but my little brother showed no sign of shrinking! Just then, I heard the car engine stop. Marianne got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant's front door, holding my dress in her hand.
I wanted to stop her, but my erect penis made me powerless.
I could only watch her walk past.
Marianne draped the dress over her arm.
She entered the restaurant, into the crowd of onlookers.
I saw her give my dress to a woman, and I was devastated.
She stood there, talking to some women.
They seemed to enjoy what Marianne was saying; their occasional laughter said it all.
Finally, Marianne seemed to reach some kind of understanding with them, and then she turned and left.
She went to the door, asked the smoking man for a cigarette, and then smiled as she walked towards me.
"How did it feel?" "What do you think?" I complained, "Why did you give them the dress?" "So you have to go get it back yourself,"
she said, feigning nonchalance.
“I absolutely will not go,”
I replied firmly. “Isn’t this enough?” “Of course not.”
She turned and waved to her new friend, and the restaurant erupted in laughter.
“Actually, you enjoy all of this, don’t you?” I pointed to my crotch and said, “Can I go like this?” “Haha, no problem.
They don’t see you as a woman…” “What?!” “Everyone knows you’re a man dressed as a woman.
Isn’t it perfect for you to go in like this?” “What did you say to them?” I almost screamed.
“Don’t be nervous,” she said. “I told them you lost the bet and you’re being punished.”
“Oh my god, you really said that?” “Yes.
I also told them that you subconsciously enjoy being humiliated, so they don’t need to rush to give your dress back.”
“What?!” “They seem very interested in this idea.
I came up with a few ideas for them, but I had my own plans.
So, let’s make a deal,” she said, glancing at her watch. “You have two minutes to get into the restaurant, or I’ll drive the car away, and you’ll be left here alone.
And you won’t be able to get into the house either, because I have the key.
If you try to steal it, the gentleman on the restaurant stairs won’t stand in your way.”
"Why did you do this to me?" "Because it's fun! The more extreme I go, the more excited you get, and that way we can enjoy the greatest sexual bliss! Because you almost made me lose face today."
As soon as she finished speaking, Marian got back into the car and locked the door.
Over at the restaurant, countless eyes were fixed on me, their gazes filled with schadenfreude.
The guy on the stairs lit another cigarette with the first one and flicked the first away.
He smiled at me.
I looked back at Marian; she pointed to her watch and said, "One minute has passed."
I stood there, frozen, unable to believe my girlfriend had done this to me.
To make matters worse, the woman holding my skirt was waving it behind the window, drawing laughter. "
30 seconds," Marian counted.
I couldn't possibly walk home like this.
It was a good 10 miles from home.
Even if my legs couldn't take it, someone would have to open the door for me. My keys were with Marian.
Who would open the door? My mother or my sister?! "15 seconds," the car started.
"Oh God! I had no choice."
So, I mustered my courage and headed towards the restaurant.
As I approached the steps, the guy with the cigarette said, "Sweetie, good luck..." I quickly walked past him, up the steps, to the door, took a deep breath, and went inside.
The waiters watched silently, whispering amongst themselves.
I strode forward, struggling to suppress my fear.
A waiter called out, "Hey, sweetie, your ass is showing." The whole restaurant
nearly burst into laughter, while my face and neck turned a deep purplish-red.
I pushed through the crowd and walked straight toward the woman who was holding my skirt.
I went to her table.
She was almost 40, very well-maintained, and quite pretty.
My skirt was tucked under her arm.
She looked me up and down, then said, "Darling, I love the smell of your lingerie."
The whole room burst into laughter again.
After the laughter subsided, the woman smiled and said, "Is there anything I can help you with, baby?"
I tried to relax my throat, but my voice still trembled badly, and everyone laughed again.
I managed to squeeze out a sentence from my taut throat: "I want my skirt back."
"How can you ask for something like that?" she said. "You should first curtsy, and then say, 'May I...?'" Laughter filled the restaurant again.
I had no choice but to bend my knees, performing a curtsy as gracefully as possible, and then said, "May I have my skirt back?" The laughter grew even louder.
The woman gestured for everyone to be quiet, then said, "You still haven't done enough.
Here, do something to make me happy, and then I'll give your skirt back."
Through the window, I could see Marianne, sitting on the hood of the car, watching and laughing.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
“You forgot to curtsy!” The people around me couldn’t help but chuckle again.
I curtsied and repeated, “What do you want me to do?” She pretended to think, but it was obvious she had already decided.
“Take off your blouse and let us see your beautiful bodysuit.”
“Please don’t,”
I pleaded.
“Curt!” she reminded me.
I did.
“You want your skirt back, don’t you?” “Yes.”
She gave me a look, and I curtsied knowingly, then repeated my answer.
“Then you’d better listen to me.”
The snickers and whispers around us grew louder.
Outside the window, Marianne was laughing uncontrollably.
Slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and placed it on the back of the chair next to me.
The snickers and whispers continued.
The middle-aged woman gave me another look, and I curtsied obediently.
The air conditioning in the restaurant was not cool at all; my skin felt like it was on fire—scalding hot.
Only a cool sensation at the corner of my eye… The middle-aged woman remained unmoved and continued, “Now, take off your bodysuit.”
I looked at her, my tear-filled eyes pleading, but I knew it was useless.
So, I curtsied, took off the bodysuit, and draped it over my blouse.
“Look at these panties! So cute, you're such a vixen, aren’t you?” The audience let out a howl.
“And the corset!” someone said. “Oh, it must be very uncomfortable.”
“What’s uncomfortable about that?” the middle-aged woman said. “Pull your panties and stockings forward.
Just a little bit.
Let us see if you have anything.
” As soon as she said this, the restaurant erupted in chaos.
My face, as you can imagine—turned purple! I awkwardly curtsied and pulled my panties and stockings forward a few inches.
The middle-aged woman looked inside, then shook her head in disappointment and said, “How can it be so little!” The whole place erupted into chaos.
Two little girls at the next table nearly fell off their chairs trying to get a better look.
One of them, laughing so hard she was out of breath.
When the commotion subsided a bit, the middle-aged woman spoke up: “Hmm… perhaps we can help you make it grow a little bigger.
Let me think, what should we do…” She looked around, then, feigning a sudden inspiration, said, “I know—water!” I broke out in a cold sweat.
“So who’s willing to lend him a hand?” the middle-aged woman asked the crowd.
A woman named Becky said she was willing.
She seemed excited, but managed to suppress her rapid breathing, picked up a glass of water, and poured it into my pantyhose.
The water immediately flowed out of the pantyhose, running down my legs and onto the floor.
The crowd immediately quieted down, and when they heard me make a few guttural noises from discomfort, they laughed again.
“Arctic helped you so much, how are you going to write about her?” “Thank you.” "
I curtsied," I said.
The onlookers almost laughed.
"Let me see, hmm... it doesn't seem to be working very well.
Who else is willing to help? Jenny, how about you?" "With pleasure, Ann."
It turned out that the middle-aged woman called Ann. Jenny pulled down my pantyhose and poured a cup of water into it.
Ann gave me a wink, and I instinctively curtsied to thank Jenny.
Ann examined it: "No, still no progress."
Saying that, she poured the water from the cup in.
Out of habit, I curtsied to express my gratitude.
"If you submerge it in water, it will never grow."
They chattered back and forth, and laughter filled the crowd.
I really wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
"Hmm... so what do we do now?" Ann said, "I have an idea.
Let's feed it.
More nutrition will help."
She poured in the leftover salad.
"I think it's still hungry." “
Ann said.
Becky stood up and brought in a plate of spaghetti and the red sauce.
“Still not working,”
Becky said.
A little girl standing on a chair came over with a thin slice of thin sauce and a serving of juice.
Ann gestured for her to continue.
The girl eagerly scraped the contents of her plate into my groin.
“You’re quite popular.
Look, so many people are willing to help you,”
Ann said. “Let me see, hmm, a bit better.”
“Right now, regular nutrition isn’t enough.
I think we should get some more protein,”
Becky said.
“Good idea,” Ann continued. “Waiter, some raw eggs, please.”
Another commotion erupted in the crowd.
Everyone was eager to see what would happen next.
Marian had used eggs on me before, and that time it really hurt.
I started to feel a reaction down there.
A few minutes later, the waiter returned with a dozen eggs.
"Turn around,"
Ann said.
I slowly turned around.
There were about 30 people watching.
Most of them were women and girls.
As for the men, Marian later told me that they had already left because they felt I had disgraced men.
An egg was cracked into my pantyhose from behind.
It flowed all the way down to the back of my tailbone.
Then, another one.
The uncomfortable feeling made me gasp softly.
"He likes it, so don't stop,"
Ann said.
Becky quickly cracked two more in.
The yolk and white of the egg flowed down my legs.
My genitals were sticky.
Then, the yolk and white of the egg flowed down my head and into my bra.
Another one.
"Look, it's getting bigger.
Haha!"
The crowd cheered.
Yes, it really was erect, but I was numb.
The only thought in my mind was to get my dress back.
I mechanically curtsied and asked, "Excuse me, may I have my dress back?" Ann actually looked innocent: "I didn't take it."
Then, she looked out the window.
I looked out too.
The tightly closed window had opened a little at some point.
Outside, Mary was already sitting in the car, waving something white in her hand—my dress! Amidst the laughter of the crowd, I began to struggle out of the restaurant.
The return journey was anything but easy; I was constantly anxious, feeling that they wouldn't let me off so easily.
Fortunately, anything could happen, except for a line of middle school girls finishing their meal and walking past me from the restaurant.
Whether they laughed, screamed, or said something malicious, I was unmoved.
Shame? I was already "shameless."
Reaching the car, Marianne turned off the engine, took her hand out of the car, and handed me the keys, saying, "Here you go.
Keep it if you don't trust me."
I took the keys, leaned into the car, started the engine,
and then got out .
Marianne leaned out, wiped the egg yolk from my face, and kissed me passionately.
Meanwhile, I was taking off my clothes, now a mess:
a corset, bodysuit, bra, pantyhose, underwear, high heels, and a scarf around my neck. A
"lavish" meal of nutrition was scattered all over the floor.
Marianne used a towel to cushion the back seat, and then I got in.
The car drove towards the beach… "Have you learned your lesson?" she asked with a smile, giving me a light kiss.
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"I'll pick you up in disguise next time; I'll wear a long coat so no one will recognize me. "

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