My girlfriend's prank

When Mariane and I got 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 satin panties.

I squeezed myself into a corset with whalebone straps.

My breasts were pushed up, creating an alluring cleavage.

Over the bra, I wore white women's lingerie.

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. I took off my shirt and shorts and put on a low-cut crepe shirt.

The shirt had pretty lace on the cuffs and hem.

My deliberately created cleavage was on full display.

Then, I put on a blue printed silk skirt that reached my calves. 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 heart full of trepidation, I drove towards Marian's company.

Disguising myself was always exciting, and this time was no exception.

I felt lucky: in previous years, I had often disguised myself, but had never been recognized by anyone I knew.

In recent years, I've rarely taken such risks, except for Halloween, costume parties, and a handful of casual strolls around my neighborhood.

Therefore, I was particularly excited this time, and the thought of Marian'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 Marian's workplace.

After parking, I waited for Marian to arrive.

My heart pounded; (delete 5 words here) To my surprise, Marian was leaving work with another girl! They walked towards my car, and I was completely stunned.

Thank goodness, my car was still running. I was just about to make a quick getaway when I saw the girl say goodbye to Marian and walk towards her car.

What a close call! Marian 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.

Marian, seeing me in women's clothing, always seemed aroused, so we took care of it right there.

At the end, she gave me a deep kiss, and we shared my essence.

I got out of the car to change, and Mariane 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 previous experiences of being discovered and humiliated by female friends while dressed in disguise.

She later said that she'd done the same to me, so she was part of my "sweet" memories.

I stood there, dressed entirely in white.

How conspicuous I was in the dark parking lot.

Although the shops were closed, being discovered by the police would be a certain death sentence, so I headed towards the aisles on either side of the parking spaces.

Walking in four-inch heels is no easy feat.

To make myself walk faster, my hips swayed involuntarily, making me appear even more feminine.

The parking lot wasn't crowded, but it was still manageable.

Walking around in women's clothing was exciting enough, but now, to make matters worse, I wasn't wearing a skirt! I looked down and noticed the hem of my bra was wrinkled, probably from taking off my skirt.

I smoothed it out as I walked, trying to distract myself from the humiliation.

Every passing car filled me with trepidation.

Who was in the car? Could they tell I was in drag? What would they think about me not wearing a skirt? Would they stop? Or turn around to look at me? At this crucial moment, my little brother was still stirring.

I pushed him back down, clamping him tightly between my legs.

At every turn, I checked my surroundings to see if any women were watching me, because I didn't have a wallet.

Not wearing a skirt might not attract attention, but a woman without a wallet is highly suspicious in the eyes of real women.

Marian's actions made me very angry, but I also enjoyed the thrill of being humiliated.

We finally reached the restaurant.

I didn't see my car, but discovered that the restaurant and 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 Marian was at the end of those lights.

Obviously, if I walked straight through, the restaurant customers would see me. But if I didn't, I'd have to go around to the back of the restaurant.

However, it was pitch black behind the restaurant. What could possibly 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 on the verge of collapse, I saw Marian drive out of the parking lot across the street.

She poked her head out, looking around as if surveying the area.

I hurried towards her, but she gave me a mischievous grin, waved, and then slowly drove her car to the front of the restaurant.

"Oh my god! Is she expecting me to get in the car from somewhere?!" She wasn't satisfied with that, and parked the car right in front of the restaurant's main 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, Marian honked the horn.

I turned to look out the window; a table of women were staring at me, then they started pointing and laughing.

My face and neck flushed red, burning.

Seeing people laughing at me, she became even more enthusiastic.

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 unimaginable.

I looked back and saw that more and more people were gathering.

A group of teenage girls were laughing hysterically.

A man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, was watching me with amusement.

I looked into the car; the door was locked, and even if I grabbed it, it would be useless.

So I stopped.

Marian stopped too.

She turned to look at me and burst out laughing.

The female customers in the restaurant rushed to the window like madwomen, wanting to see what was so funny.

I glared at Marian, stomping my feet in anger, like a grumpy girl.

I had been completely fooled.

I walked towards the car, and as I grabbed the door handle, Marian drove the car forward a little more.

I was furious! Suddenly, the car started to reverse, passing by me and stopping in front of the restaurant's entrance steps.

The man smoking was standing there, smoking and laughing.

Marian moved the car around a bit, so the front was facing me.

Suddenly, the car headlights came on, the dazzling 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 situation.

The horn honked once, and I turned back to see Marian taking something out of the window and gently waving it 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 excited.

I turned away, hoping my girlfriend would have mercy and end this torture quickly.

The tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over. I could clearly feel my heart pounding, but my little brother showed no sign of shrinking! Just then, I heard the car engine stop. Marian got out and walked towards the restaurant's front door, my dress in her hand.

I wanted to stop her, but my erection rendered me powerless.

I could only watch her go.

Marian 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 broke down.

She stood there, talking to some women.

They seemed to enjoy what Marian was saying; their frequent bursts of laughter said it all.

Finally, Marian seemed to have reached some kind of understanding with them, and then she turned and left.

She walked to the door, asked the smoking man for a cigarette, and then smiled as she approached me.

"How did it go?" "What do you think?" I complained. "Why did you give them your dress?" "That way you'd have to go get it back yourself,"

she said casually.

"I'm not going,"

I replied firmly. "Isn't that enough?" "Of course not!"

She turned and waved to her new friend, and the restaurant erupted in laughter.

“Actually, you’re enjoying all of this, aren’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 panic,” she said. “I told them you lost a 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 quite interested in this idea.

I came up with a few ideas for them, but I have 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 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 are you doing 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. You’ve almost made me lose face today.”

With that, Marian got back into the car and locked the doors.

Over at the restaurant, countless eyes were fixed on me, their gazes filled with schadenfreude.

The guy on the stairs lit another cigarette and flicked the first one away.

He smiled at me.

I looked back at Marian; she pointed to her watch and said, “One minute has passed.” "

I just stood there, frozen, unable to believe my girlfriend would do this to me.

What's worse, the woman holding my skirt was waving it around behind the window, eliciting laughter.

'30 seconds,' Marian counted.

I couldn't possibly walk home dressed like this.

It's a good 10 miles from here.

Even if my legs couldn't take it, someone would have to open the door for me when I got home. Where was Marian's key

? Who would open the door for me? My mother or my sister?! '15 seconds,' the car started.

'Oh my 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 in his mouth said, "Sweetie, good luck..." I quickly walked past him, went up the steps, reached the door, took a deep breath, and went inside. The

restaurant staff watched silently, whispering amongst themselves.

I strode forward, struggling to suppress my fear.

One of the waiters called out, "Hey, Sweetie, your butt's 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 to the woman holding my skirt.

I reached her table.

She was probably close to 40, very well-maintained, and quite attractive.

My skirt was tucked under her arm.

She looked me up and down and then said, "Darling, I love the smell of your bra."

The whole place erupted in 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 forced out a sentence from my taut throat: "I want my skirt back."

"How can you ask for things like that?" “You should curtsy first, and then say, ‘May I…?’” Laughter filled the restaurant again.

I could only bend my knees, performing a curtsy as gracefully as possible, and say, "May I have my skirt back?" The laughter grew louder.

The woman gestured for everyone to be quiet, then said, "You still haven't done enough.

How about this, do something to please me, and then I'll give your skirt back."

Through the window, I could see Mariane, 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 laugh again.

I curtsied and repeated, "What do you want me to do?" She pretended to think, but it was obvious she had already thought of something.

"Take off your blouse and let us see your beautiful bodysuit."

"Please don't,"

I pleaded.

"Curtsy!" she reminded me.

I did as she said.

“You want your skirt back, don’t you?” “Yes.”

She gave me a wink, 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, Mariane was laughing uncontrollably.

Slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and placed it on the back of the chair beside me. The

snickers and whispers continued.

The middle-aged woman gave me another wink, and I curtsied again without thinking.

The air conditioning in the restaurant offered no coolness; 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 overshirt.

“Look at these panties! So cute, you’re such a vixen, aren’t you?” The audience howled.

“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.”

"The moment those words left my mouth, the restaurant erupted in chaos.

You can imagine how red I looked—purple! I awkwardly curtsied, pulling my underwear and stockings forward a few inches.

The middle-aged woman peered inside, then shook her head in disappointment, saying, 'How can it be so tiny!' 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, was already breathless.

When the commotion subsided a bit, the middle-aged woman spoke: 'Hmm… perhaps we can help you make it a little bigger.

Let me think…' 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 very excited, but she 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 ground.

The crowd immediately quieted down, and when they heard me make a few guttural noises from discomfort, they laughed again.

"The Arctic has helped you so much, how are you going to write about her?" "Thank you,"

I said, curtsying.

The onlookers were almost laughing hysterically.

"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, Anne." "

It turned out that the middle-aged woman, Ann Jenny, had pulled down my pantyhose and poured a glass of water into it.

Ann gave me a wink, and I instinctively curtsied to thank Jenny.

Ann examined it: 'No, still no progress.'

Saying this, she poured the water from the glass into it.

Habitually, I curtsied to express my gratitude.

'If you submerge it in water, it will never grow.'

They chattered back and forth, laughter echoing through 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 good,”

Becky said.

A little girl standing on a chair came over with a thin stack of juice and a side 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, you’re looking a bit better.”

“Now, just 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 had really ravaged me.

I started to feel arousal 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 they had already left because they felt I had disgraced men.

An egg went down into my pantyhose from behind.

It ran all the way to the end of my tailbone.

Then, another one.

The discomfort made me gasp softly.

“He likes it, so don’t stop.” "

Ann said.

Becky quickly cracked two in.

The yolks and whites were running down my legs.

A large, sticky mess spread across my genitals.

Then, egg yolk and egg white dripped 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?" Anne surprisingly 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 while ago.

Outside, Mary was already sitting in the car, waving something white in her hand—my dress! Amid the laughter of the crowd, I began to struggle out of the restaurant.

The journey back from the restaurant was anything but easy; I was constantly on edge, feeling they wouldn't let me off so easily.

Luckily, anything could happen, except for a line of middle school girls finishing their meal and walking past me.

Whether they laughed, screamed, or said hurtful things, I remained unmoved.

Shame? I was already "shameless."

Reaching the car, Marian turned off the engine, reached out, 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 got out.

Then, I pulled away.

Marian leaned out, wiped the egg wash from my face, and kissed me passionately.

Meanwhile, I was taking off my clothes, which were now a mess.

Corset, bodysuit, bra, pantyhose, underwear, high heels, the scarf around my neck. A

“lavish” nutritious meal was scattered all over the floor.

Marian used a towel to cushion the back seat, and then I got in.

The car drove towards the beach… “You’ve learned your lesson?” she asked with a smile, giving me a light kiss.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ll pick you up in disguise next time. I’ll wear a long coat so no one will recognize me.”

When Marian and I got together, she knew I enjoyed being humiliated in women’s clothing.

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 that her expression would be hilarious if she saw me.

I did my nail polish 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 satin panties.

I squeezed myself into a corset with whalebone detailing.

My breasts were pushed up, creating an alluring cleavage.

Above the bra, I wore white women's lingerie.

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 shirt.

The shirt had pretty lace at the cuffs and heels.

My deliberately created cleavage was on full display.

Then, I put on a blue floral print silk dress that reached my calves.

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 heart full of trepidation, I drove towards Marian's company.

Dressing up is always an exciting thing, 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 have rarely taken such risks, except for Halloween, costume parties, and a handful of times I wandered around my neighborhood.

Therefore, I was particularly excited this time, and the thought of Marian'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 absolutely wonderful.

Soon, I arrived at Marian's workplace.

After parking, I waited for Marian to arrive.

My heart pounded; (delete 5 words here) Unexpectedly, Marian was leaving work with another girl! They walked towards my car, and I was stunned.

Thank goodness, my car wasn't turned off yet. I was about to make a quick getaway when I saw the girl say goodbye to Marian and walk towards her own car.

So close! What a relief! Marian got into her car, her jaw practically dropping in shock.

I was worried she'd be angry, because if her colleagues found out, she'd lose all face.

But instead, she laughed and said, "Dim, if I'd let Kelly in the car earlier, you must have had a blast! Haha!" We walked back to the parking lot and chatted for a while.

Mariane's libido always spikes when she sees me in women's clothing, so we took care of it right there.

When we finished, she gave me a deep kiss, and we shared my semen.

I got out of the car to change, and Mariane 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 told her about my previous experience of being discovered and humiliated by a female friend while dressed in women's clothing.

She later said that she had been treated the same way, so she was also part of my "sweet" memories.

I stood there, completely dressed in white.

How conspicuous I was in the dark parking lot!

Although the shops were closed, being discovered by the police would be a certain death sentence, so I walked towards the aisles on either side of the parking spaces.

Walking in four-inch heels is no easy task.

To make myself walk faster, my hips involuntarily swayed, making me look even more feminine.

There weren't many cars coming and going in the parking lot, but it was still enough for me.

It was already exciting enough to flaunt myself in women's clothing, but now, to make matters worse, I didn't even have a skirt! I lowered my head and noticed the hem of my bra was wrinkled, probably from when I took off my skirt.

I smoothed it out as I walked, 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 not wearing a skirt? Would they stop? Or turn back to see me? At this crucial moment, my penis was stirring.

I pushed it back down, clamping my legs tightly around it.

With each turn, I glanced around to see if any women were watching me, because I wasn't carrying a wallet.

Not wearing a skirt might not attract attention, but a woman without a wallet is highly suspicious in the eyes of real women.

Marian's actions infuriated 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 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 Marian was at the end of those lights.

Obviously, if I walked straight in, the restaurant's customers would see me, but otherwise, I'd have to go around the back of the restaurant.

But it was pitch black behind the restaurant. I knew 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 Marian 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 the car from somewhere?!" Not content with that, she parked right in front of the restaurant's main entrance, right in front of the large window filled with customers.

Reluctantly, I had to walk towards the parking lot.

When I reached the window, Marian 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 red, burning.

Seeing people laughing at me, she became even more enthusiastic.

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 unimaginable.

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. Even if I grabbed it, it would be useless.

So I stopped.

Marian stopped too.

She turned to look at me and laughed.

The female customers in the restaurant rushed to the window like madwomen, eager to see what was so interesting.

I glared at Marian, stamping my feet in anger like a spoiled girl.

I had been completely fooled.

I walked towards the car, and just 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 man smoking was standing there, smoking and laughing loudly.

Marian moved the car around a bit, so the front was facing me.

Suddenly, the headlights came on, the dazzling light enveloping me.

She tilted her head, gesturing for me to look out the window.

I glanced down 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 situation.

A horn blared, and I turned back to see Marian taking something out of the car window and gently waving it at me.

I looked closer 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 excited.

I turned away, hoping my girlfriend would have mercy and end this torture quickly.

The tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over. I could clearly feel my heart pounding, but my little brother showed no sign of shrinking! Just then, I heard the car engine stop. Marian got out and walked towards the restaurant's front door, my dress in her hand.

I wanted to stop her, but my erection rendered me powerless.

I could only watch her go.

Marian 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 broke down.

She stood there, talking to some women.

They seemed to enjoy what Marian was saying; their frequent bursts of laughter said it all.

Finally, Marian seemed to have reached some kind of understanding with them, and then she turned and left.

She walked to the door, asked the smoking man for a cigarette, and then smiled as she approached me.

"How did it go?" "What do you think?" I complained. "Why did you give them your dress?" "That way you'd have to go get it back yourself,"

she said casually.

"I'm not going,"

I replied firmly. "Isn't that enough?" "Of course not!"

She turned and waved to her new friend, and the restaurant erupted in laughter.

“Actually, you’re enjoying all of this, aren’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 panic,” she said. “I told them you lost a 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 quite interested in this idea.

I came up with a few ideas for them, but I have 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 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. You've almost made me lose face today."

With that, Marian got back into the car and locked the doors.

Over at the restaurant, countless eyes were fixed on me, their gazes filled with schadenfreude.

The guy on the stairs lit another cigarette with one he already had and flicked the first one away.

He smiled at me.

I looked back at Marian, who 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 around behind the window, eliciting laughter.

"Thirty seconds," Marian counted.

I couldn't possibly walk home dressed like this.

It was a good ten miles from here.

Even if my legs couldn't take it, someone would have to open the door for me when I got home. My key was with Marian.

Who would open the door for me? My mother or my sister?! “15 seconds,” the car started.

“Oh my god! I have no choice.”

So, I rallied my spirits and headed towards the restaurant.

As I approached the steps, the guy with the cigarette in his mouth said, “Sweetie, good luck…” I quickly walked past him, went up the steps, reached the door, took a deep breath, and went inside.

The restaurant staff watched silently, whispering among themselves.

I strode forward, struggling to suppress my fear.

A waiter called out, “Hey, sweetie, your butt’s showing!”

The whole restaurant nearly burst into laughter, while my face and neck turned a liverish color.

I pushed through the crowd and went straight to the woman who had been holding my skirt.

I walked to her table.

She was probably close to 40, well-maintained, and quite attractive.

My skirt was tucked under her arm.

She looked me up and down, then said, "Darling, I love the smell of your underwear."

The whole room burst into laughter again.

After the laughter subsided, the woman smiled and said, "Is there anything I can do for you, darling?"

I tried to relax my throat, but my voice still trembled badly, and everyone laughed again.

I forced 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 well enough.

How about this, do something to please me, and I’ll give your dress back.”

Through the window, I could see Mariane, 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 laugh again.

I curtsied and repeated, “What do you want me to do?” She pretended to think, but it was obvious she had already thought of something.

“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 dress 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 me grew louder.

Outside the window, Mariane was laughing uncontrollably.

Slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and placed it on the back of the chair beside me.

The snickers and whispers continued.

The middle-aged woman gave me another look, and I instinctively curtsied.

The air conditioning in the restaurant offered no coolness; my skin felt like it was on fire—scalding hot.

Only the corners of my eyes felt cool… 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 my bodysuit, and draped it over my blouse.

"Look at these panties! So cute! You're such a vixen, aren't you?" the audience howled.

"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 a little.

Just a little bit.

Let us see if you have anything."

"The moment those words left my mouth, the restaurant erupted in chaos.

You can imagine how red I looked—purple! I awkwardly curtsied, pulling my underwear and stockings forward a few inches.

The middle-aged woman peered inside, then shook her head in disappointment, saying, 'How can it be so tiny!' 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, was already breathless.

When the commotion subsided a bit, the middle-aged woman spoke: 'Hmm… perhaps we can help you make it a little bigger.

Let me think…' 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 very excited, but she 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 ground.

The crowd immediately quieted down, and when they heard me make a few guttural noises from discomfort, they laughed again.

"The Arctic has helped you so much, how are you going to write about her?" "Thank you,"

I said, curtsying.

The onlookers were almost laughing hysterically.

"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, Anne." "

It turned out that the middle-aged woman, Ann Jenny, had pulled down my pantyhose and poured a glass of water into it.

Ann gave me a wink, and I instinctively curtsied to thank Jenny.

Ann examined it and said, 'No, still no progress.'

Saying this, she poured the water from the glass into it.

Out of habit, I curtsied to express my gratitude.

'If you submerge it in water, it will never grow.'

They chattered amongst themselves, 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 poured in a plate of spaghetti and the red sauce.

“Still not good,”

Becky said.

A little girl standing on a chair came over with a thin stack of juice and a serving.

Ann gestured for her to continue.

The girl eagerly scraped the contents of the 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.”

“Now, regular nutrition isn’t enough.

I think we should give it more protein,”

Becky said.

“Good idea,” Ann continued. “Waiter, bring me some raw eggs, thank you.”

Another commotion erupted in the crowd.

Everyone was eager to see what would happen next.

Marian had used eggs on me before, and it had really messed me up.

I started to feel arousal.

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 were women and girls.

As for the men, Marian later told me they had long since left because they felt I had disgraced men.

An egg had been thrown into my pantyhose from behind.

It ran all the way down to the back of my tailbone.

Then, another one.

The discomfort made me gasp softly.

"He likes it, so don't stop,"

Ann said.

Becky quickly put two more in.

Egg yolk and egg white dripped down my legs.

My genitals were sticky.

Then, egg yolk and egg white dripped 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 skirt back.

I mechanically curtsied and asked, "Excuse me, may I have my skirt 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 while ago.

Outside the window, Mary was already sitting in the car, waving something white in her hand—my skirt! Amidst the laughter of the crowd, I began my arduous journey out of the restaurant.

The return trip was anything but easy; I was constantly on edge, feeling that they wouldn't let me off so easily.

Fortunately, nothing seemed to happen, except for a line of middle school girls finishing their meal and walking past me.

Whether they laughed, screamed, or said hurtful things, I remained unmoved.

Shame? I had become utterly shameless.

Reaching the car, Marian turned off the engine, took her hand out the keys, and handed them to me, saying, "Here you go.

Keep it if you don't trust me."

I took the keys, leaned into the car, started the engine, and got out.

Then, I got out.

Marian leaned out, wiped the egg yolk off my face, and kissed me passionately.

Meanwhile, I was taking off my clothes, now a mess:

corset, bodysuit, bra, pantyhose, underwear, high heels, and the scarf around my neck.

A "feast" of a nutritious meal was scattered all over the floor.

Marian used a towel to cushion the back seat, and then I got in.

The car drove towards the beach… "You've learned your lesson?" she asked with a smile, giving me a light kiss in return.

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"I'll disguise myself and pick you up later. I'll wear a long coat so no one will recognize me."

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