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What a waste of a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I thought to myself as I biked across town to meet with my group project partners. It was late April, and had been warm for awhile, but today was absolutely the most amazing day yet. People were out shopping, walking pets, or just enjoying the fresh air that carried more than the mere promise of summer. I pumped my legs harder, picking up speed. The wind blew my hair back and made my loose T-shirt billow out behind me. The combination of warm breeze and sun on my eighteen year-old face felt good.I'd known about the project for months - since the start of the semester, practically. What I didn't know is what an gorgeous weekend I'd be missing because of it. It wasn't fair!I was a freshman at Clinton State, taking intro to social psychology. I wasn't even interested in majoring in psych, but three of my friends were in that class, and they talked me into it. The professor, Dr. Peterson, like most psych professors, was a total nut-case. The first day of class, he threatened to shoot us all with an imaginary machine gun if we didn't do what he said. Then he started talking about authority and an experiment where people gave shocks to other people, and another one where prison guards abused prisoners - just crazy stuff.So, instead of giving us the usual end of term paper, he instead wanted us to work in groups of three. We were supposed to pick a topic in social psychology, and design a research proposal around it, which we'd present to the class. Dr. Peterson warned us that we needed to include sources outside of our texts, and that our presentations couldn't just be 'death by bullet points,' but had to be more creative and engaging.Instantly, everyone scrambled to find their groups. Since my group of friends numbered four, we rock-paper-scissored to see who was the odd man (or girlfriend) out. First I went against my friend Steve, while his girlfriend, Marie, challenged Tyrone, my roommate. I shook my fist three times, and threw rock. Steve had paper. Fuck! I looked at the other two, and Tyrone's scissors were smashed by Marie's rock.So, in the final round I went against Tyrone. I stared into his face, searching for some sign of what he was going to throw I imagined he was going to try rock, since it fucked up his scissors in the last round. Thinking I'd outsmart him, I chose paper. But the fucker went with scissors again - shooting out his two fingers and chopping my flat hand in half."Fuck!" I shouted aloud this time, as the others laughed. "Come on, that's not fair. We should do two out of three.""Forget it, Liam," Tyrone countered. "It was fair and square. You're out.""Sorry," Marie said in a tone that was hard to tell if she was mocking or sincere."Shit!" I answered.I started looking around the classroom, trying to find someone, anyone else I could team up with, but most of the groups had already formed. There were a couple of girls, Alanna and Laura, sitting together at the front of the class, looking around. They always sat together at the front. I kept searching. Anyone at all... anyone..."Liam!" Alanna called, waving frantically. "Do you have a partner yet?""Shit! Shit! Shit!" I swore again under my breath. "Uh...""Go on," said Steve, clearly enjoying my misfortune. "You need a group."I looked around the class one more time, just in case by some miraculous fortune another pair were looking for a third, but all I saw were triads."Yeah, um, I guess..." I shouted back to them. I stood, and picked up my back pack. "You guys are assholes," I told my supposed friends."Look on the bright side," Marie advised. "They'll probably do all the work for you.""Yeah?" I asked. "You want to trade places?""Not a chance!" she said, breaking into laughter. "Now, don't keep them waiting!"I turned my back on my friends, and went to meet my group."Hey, Liam," Alanna said, excitedly as I approached"This is going to be so awesome-sauce!" Laura added.Alanna and Laura were inseparable. They did everything together. Some people thought they were a couple, but they seemed too lame to be real lesbians. They always wore weird old-fashioned clothes (not in a cool retro way, either), and said things like 'awesome-sauce!' and 'cool-beans!' They seemed super-enthusiastic about everything, as if every sentence they uttered should conclude with a minimum of three exclamation marks!!! And they were always saying things in class, answering all the professor's questions, and acting like they knew everything. In short, they were super-annoying nerds.And now I was stuck with them. Alanna was kind of chubby - not fat, but more like she'd never really lost her baby fat. She had wavy brown hair, parted to one side in a style that didn't totally suit her round face or the smallish features slightly squished into the middle. Laura, on the other hand was tall and thin in an awkward, gangly way, as if someone had taken a normal girl and stretched them out. She had straight blonde hair, parted in the middle, that framed a slightly horse-y looking face which was dominated by a mouth that seemed just a little too big. I don't mean to say that they were abnormally ugly or anything, but neither of them was going to win a Miss America pageant.As for me, I wasn't Mr. Universe either. Let's get that straight. I mean, I was your typical beer-drinking, bong-hitting, lazy-assed college freshman. But I was young and had a high enough metabolism to get away with my bad habits without looking like a complete fucking junkie. I had longish brown hair that I seemed to be continually brushing out of my eyes. Some people had told me I had a soft, smooth, mysterious face (as opposed to being rugged and chiseled, I guess). It worked well enough for me.Alanna lived with her parents about two miles from campus. She said they'd be out of town that weekend. Laura had already arranged to stay with her friend for the weekend, so it made sense for me to meet them over there.By the time I reached the ranch style bungalow, I was sweating. I should have taken it easier, but I was eager to finish the project and get back to my friends. I leaned my bike against the wall of the house, and went up to the front door. It was made of dark wood with a large frost glass window set inside it. I pressed the button to the side of it and heard chimes ringing inside.For a minute nothing happened, and I wondered if I'd gotten the wrong address. Then I saw a faint movement behind the glass. The shadows moved around. One of them grew, and took on a pink hue, and finally a human shape. The door swung open to reveal Alanna. She was wrapped in a pink towel, with purple bikini straps showing on her shoulders. Her hair was dark and wet. Her face was super-smiley and excited."Liam!" she shouted."Uh, hey," I said, wondering who else she'd expected."I'm so glad you came," she enthused. "It's such a beautiful day. Laura and şişli escort I just had to take advantage of it with a dip in the pool. Why don't you park your bike around the side of the house, and come join us? The gate should be unlocked.""Sure."I walked around to the side of the house, to find a fence painted the same grey-blue as the shutters on the windows. The gate was unlocked as Alanna had promised. I wheeled my bike through, and then leaned it against the wall by the electric meter. As I carried on towards the back of the house, I heard excited babbling and splashing."Liam!" Alanna shouted again as I rounded the corner of the house, as if she hadn't seen me only a minute ago."Hi Liam!" Laura shouted. She was in the pool, waving at me while treading water, and trying to stay afloat."Hey," I said, giving her a slight wave.Alanna had slung her towel across the back of one of the deck chairs, and was standing there in her purple bikini. Without thinking, my eyes automatically scanned her body. It was better than I'd expected, not toned or muscular, but certainly not fat. All the ugly dresses she wore all the time had hidden it, but it wasn't anything to be ashamed of, for sure.Suddenly, I snapped myself out of it, shifting my gaze off to nothing in particular as if I were lost in though. I reminded myself that this was Alanna Watson we were talking about, after all. She was one of the nerdiest, most annoying girls in the school. What the hell was I checking her out for? I wasn't attracted to her.When I met her eyes again, she was smiling at me. "You like my bathing suit?" she asked more with a tone of pride than flirtatiousness."No, I mean..." I stammered. I could feel my face start to flush with embarrassment at being caught. "Yeah, it's fine. Sorry.""What are you sorry for, silly?" Alanna asked, giggling. She pulled on the straps of her top to adjust the material over her ample breasts. Without waiting for a response she continued, "You look hot. Do you want something to drink?""Uh, yeah, sure.""What would you like?" she asked. "We've got water, orange juice, coke... rum..." This last was suggested with a devilish grin that simply tried too hard to be impressive. It all but screamed 'look! I'm breaking rules! Please think I'm cool.'"Yeah, I guess I'll have a rum and coke," I answered. If I had to spend the afternoon with these girls, alcohol was definitely welcome."Awesome-sauce!"Alanna went into the house and soon returned with three large full glasses. I picked mine up, enjoying the cool feeling in my hands. I greedily gulped down a large mouthful and nearly choked. It was almost straight rum. Alanna just grinned at me."Is it alright?" she asked."Bit strong," I admitted."That's how we like them," Laura said.She'd swum over to the edge of the pool where we were sitting, and was hanging on to the edge. Alanna leaned over to pass her drink to her, and I couldn't help but notice the way her buttocks overflowed the side of her swimsuit in a way that was not unattractive. Shit, what was I thinking? I took another drink."Did you ride your bike all the way over here?" Laura asked me."Yeah, why?""No reason," she said. "You just look really hot.""That's what I said," Alanna said in a sing-song voice.The girls went into a fit of giggling. They'd pause, now and then, and give each other a look. Then one would tell the other to shut up, and then they'd start giggling all over again. Thank God for alcohol, because I wasn't sure how else I'd endure spending an entire afternoon with these two."You do look really warm," Alanna said, smiling sideways at Laura. "Probably from your bike ride. If you want, you can have a dip in the pool before we get to work.""I didn't bring a bathing suit," I said."That's alright, neither did Laura."Laura pulled herself out of the pool, and onto the deck. What I'd taken for a bikini was actually a set of light blue cotton bra and panties. As she stood, dripping water onto the concrete I took in my first good look at her body. She was skinny, but not emaciated looking. Her breasts were* small, for sure, but now that she wasn't hiding them under some ugly old dress, you could tell that they were there. She wasn't completely flat. In fact, she had a pretty nice body, I had to admit."See?" Alanna was saying. "I mean, it's not like there's much difference between underwear and bathing suits, anyway.""Mhm." Laura nodded. "They're pretty much the same thing. Besides, on a day like today, the water feels gorgeous.""Well..." I hesitated."Come on," Alanna started whining. "Just come for a swim with us, and then we can get to work. We've got the whole afternoon."I took another long sip of my drink. I knew they were just trying to get me out of my clothes. I mean, they'd been wolfishly eyeing me since I arrived. Hell, they'd been checking me out since the day I got stuck in their group, casting glances back over their shoulders at me from the front of the class. But I figured what the hell, the water did look refreshing. What harm could there be in giving these girls a little show?"Alright," I said.I stood up, slipped off my shoes, and pulled my shirt over my head. Then, I undid my belt and slid down my pants unceremoniously. The girls were fixated on my body. I tried my best to ignore them, and just be cool. Like I said, I wasn't in super-fit shape, but I wasn't totally out of shape either. Besides, it wasn't like Alanna and Laura had a lot of other guys to compare to. For all I knew, they were probably still virgins. Finally, I pulled off my socks, and piled all of my clothes on my chair.Standing in a pair of white boxers printed with brown foxes, I took one last drink. I walked around to the stairs, and dipped my big toe into the water. It was still cool, but not unbearably cold. I eased myself into the pool. From the other side, there were a pair of splashes as first Laura and then Alanna plunged in. A second later, they surfaced, shouting and laughing."Isn't it such a nice way to cool off?" Alanna asked as I floated over to them."Mhm," I said.We swam around for about half an hour. The girls seemed to keep 'accidentally' bumping into or rubbing against my body. Once, when I was at the other end of the pool, they started roughhousing with each other. I'm not entirely sure, but I think at one point Alanna tugged at Laura's bra. All I really saw was Laura looking embarrassed and rearranging the material over her chest as Alanna swam away laughing. Finally, as the skin of my fingers was beginning to prune, we got out of the pool. I meant to get dressed again, but Alanna snatched my clothes away before I could reach them."Hey, come on," I said."You don't want to put these back on, do you?" she asked. "You were sweating in them.""It's fine," I replied."It's gross!" Laura joined the argument."Listen," Alanna said. "Why don't I just wash these while we're doing şişli escort bayan our project, and then they'll be ready by the time you're ready to leave.""But...""It's no trouble," Alanna insisted."I guess..." I said, knowing this wasn't an argument I was going to win."Okay, stay right here for a minute," Alanna ordered."Huh?""I'll get you a towel," she said.I noticed the girls had brought towels, but there wasn't one for me. They both went inside giggling to each other, while I waited, dripping on the concrete deck. I sipped my drink. The ice had melted a little and mixed with the rum, making it a little smoother. When they came out a minute later, Laura was carrying a white bath towel. I used it to dry off as much as possible, then circled it around my waist. It was a little smaller than I would have liked - definitely smaller than the huge beach towels they'd wrapped around themselves. It barely hung down to my knees, and threatened to come apart. The girls just stood staring at me."Don't you have anything bigger?" I asked."Sorry." Alanna frowned apologetically. "That's the only towel left."I didn't believe her. The girls were probably just having fun at my expense. But what could I do?"Are you going to just sit around like that?" Laura asked finally."Like what?" I responded irritably. They'd stolen my clothes. What did they expect I'd sit around like?"In your wet shorts?" Laura clarified.They were already starting to feel uncomfortably cool around my balls. No, I wasn't looking forward to spending the next few hours like this. I cursed myself for not thinking ahead."Take them off," Alanna said. Both girls fell to giggling again. "I mean, keep your towel on. I'll just put your shorts in the wash with your other clothes."The girls were eyeing me greedily. Sighing, I turned my back to them. I could still feel their eyes on me, as I reached up beneath the towel, and slipped my boxer shorts off. They fell to the concrete with a wet smack. I stepped out of them, and Laura quickly rushed forward to pick them up.I realized that I was now alone with two girls, wearing just a flimsy towel and nothing beneath. I felt it loosening around my waist, and quickly gripped it before it could fall off. I could sense the girls' excitement as their eyes zoomed in on the towel, and then their disappointment when I averted a catastrophic wardrobe failure."Shit," I said. "Don't you have anything else I could wear?""Well..." Alanna said. "My dad's a lot smaller than you. I don't think his clothes would fit.""Shit!" I swore again."What about one of your dresses?" Laura suggested to her friend."What?!" I shouted. "Look, I'm not wearing women's clothing.""Sorry," Alanna apologized. "I don't have anything else. It's either that, or the towel."I looked down at the towel again. I knew if I let it go, it would just come apart. What was I supposed to do, just use one hand for the rest of the afternoon? God damn it, I swore to myself."Fine," I finally, grudgingly agreed. "But this is only until my clothes are done. And neither of you can say a word about this to anyone, okay?""Geeze, Liam," Laura said sarcastically. "It's just a dress. It's not like we're trying to turn you gay or anything. Sheesh.""Yeah, Liam," Alanna added. "Why don't you just take a chill-pill?""Sorry," I said. "It's just weird for me. And if my friends found out, I'd never hear the end of it.""Come on," Alanna said. She led the way through her house to her bedroom. It was full of all kinds of Lord of the Rings fantasy shit - dragons and wizards and elf-princesses and things. There were posters, figurines. Even the bed-spread was printed with castles and hobbits."You just sit there," Laura pointed to a corner of the bed. "We'll find something for you to wear.""You know," Alanna said. "I've never actually had a boy in my bedroom before.""And definitely not one wearing next to nothing," Laura added.I could feel my face flushing as the girls went to Alanna's closet, and sorted through the hangers, whispering and giggling to each other. Laura cast a glance back over her shoulder at me. Then she tapped Alanna on the shoulder who also turned to look. I realized that they could see straight up my towel. Embarrassed, I squeezed my knees together and pulled the terry cloth fabric as far down as it could go. This led to a good deal of laughter from the girls. They were certainly enjoying my misery."I see London, I see France," Alanna started."I see Liam's not wearing underpants," Laura finished."Can you just hurry up, please?" I grumbled.Hurry, they did not. The girls carefully deliberated over a number of different candidates. Finally, impatient at the delay, I got up, barely remembered to hold the towel before it fell off, and then strode over to the closet. At random, I picked a dress with vomitous patterns of orange and yellow flowers all over it off of one of the hangers."I'm wearing this," I stated.*"I think you'd look better in some of these other dresses," Alanna argued."This," I repeated firmly."Fine," they both said in unison.We all stood there, looking at each other for a moment."Well...?" I said."What?" Alanna asked."Are you going to let me get changed?""Oh!" Alanna shouted as if she'd just remembered. "Why don't you go change in my parents' room? It's just down the hall to the right. Laura and I can get dressed here.""Fine," I said.I trudged out of her bedroom, and to her parents room which was bigger and more tastefully decorated. Safely behind the closed door, I finally allowed the towel to drop. There was a large vanity mirror along one wall. I gazed at my naked nineteen year old body in this stranger's house, the floral dress balled up in my hand. I let the length fall, and pressed it against my chest. Okay, I reminded myself, it was only for a few hours, and only because I had no other choice. I slipped it over my head.The dress was clearly not meant for my body, and hung loosely on me, particularly around the chest, which had a sort of plunging neckline. The hem, was short on me, only reaching half-way down my thighs, but at least I wasn't having to constantly fidget with it to keep it from coming off.I looked again in the mirror, and tried to imagine myself as a woman - I'd obviously need something to fill out the chest, some work on the eyebrows, a bit of makeup... But with my long hair and smooth facial features... maybe... I pressed the fabric against my hips, and saw the clear outline of my cock in relief amongst the flowers. I wasn't a monster, but I didn't have anything to be ashamed of either. Beneath the dress, the bulge was obvious. Something would probably need to be done about that if I was going to pass... but...There was a knock on the door. Before I could respond, Alanna and Laura came barging into her parents room. Alanna was wearing a blue dress with lime green stripes that looked like it was from mecidiyeköy escort the eighties. Laura's dress was pink and white checkers, and would have looked old-fashioned even in the eighties."Hey!" I shouted at the breach of privacy."Liam!" Alanna shouted, ignoring my protest. "You look very pretty!""How ya doin,' hot stuff?" Laura said in a voice that might have come from a 1940s mobster movie. She gave a loud whistle."Shut up," I muttered."We should do your make up!" Alanna exclaimed."No," I objected flatly."But you'd look so pretty," Laura said. "Please?""No," I repeated. "Forget it. It's bad enough I'm wearing this stupid dress.""Fine," Alanna said. "Why don't you and Laura get set up to work on the project, and refill our drinks, and I'll go start the laundry."We decided to work at the kitchen table. It was glass-topped, but there was enough space for all of us to spread our things out. I joined Laura in the kitchen where she filled our glasses with ice, and then about halfway again with rum. I was already feeling pretty light-headed after the first drink, but I wasn't going to let these nerd-girls out-drink me. It was bad enough that I was wearing a dress. I couldn't afford to lose any more dignity.When Alanna returned, we finally got down to work. The project turned out to be more than we expected. Alanna and Laura lamented that we hadn't gotten to work on it sooner. As for me, I'd only barely scanned the instructions in the syllabus. We were supposed to design a research study proposal on one of the topics from the text and present it to the class. The girls couldn't decide whether to do group-think or social comparison. It was up to me to decide, so I chose social comparison because I hadn't actually done the group-think readings.As predicted, the girls took charge, and I just had to offer minimal input here and there. Over the next five hours, we created a power-point presentation that included a lot of pictures and videos. At the end of the fifth hour I was tired, bored, and annoyed. The girls fussed over a lot of minor details that no one would care about. They said they wanted to do a good job. I just wanted to pass the class and get on with my life. Finally, I suggested that we just stop for the night. The sun had gone down, and I was feeling pretty drunk."Are my clothes ready?" I asked."Oh no!" Alanna shouted. "I totally forgot. Liam, I'm so sorry! Let me go down and switch them into the dryer right now."I wanted to shout at her. I thought about my friends. They were probably making plans to go out later that night, and I was stuck there in that stupid ugly dress. But before I could say anything, Alanna was up and bounding towards the basement stairs. I sighed instead."It's alright," Laura said. "It won't take them long to dry. In the meantime, we can maybe order a pizza, and watch a movie or something. Take our mind off work for awhile.""Alright, whatever," I said grumpily. In truth, I was starving, and pizza sounded pretty good. But I also just wanted to get the hell out of there, and get back to my friends."Hey," Laura said when her friend had returned a couple of moments later. "Liam and I were thinking we should order a pizza, and then maybe we could watch a movie or something.""Okay," Alanna agreed too cheerfully. "Cool beans!"We placed the order over the phone, which would arrive in about half an hour. Then we went to Alanna's bedroom to check out her DVD collection. There wasn't much that I found interesting. There was a lot of Disney and chick flicks. And there was the Lord of the Rings, and some other dumb fantasy stuff. I complained a lot about how lame Alanna's taste in movies was. Alanna argued that her taste in movies was actually awesome, and I wouldn't know a good movie if it bit me in the behind, but her face looked wounded."Don't you have anything for adults?" I complained."Fine," she said, finally, looking hurt. "If you don't like these, my parents have some other DVDs they keep in their room. Maybe you'd like those better.""Do they have dwarves and trolls in them?" I asked pointedly."No," Alanna pouted."Cartoon mice or talking deer?""No. Shut up. Just let me go get them. You wait here."As soon as Alanna had left the room, Laura looked at me with a devilish grin and whispered, "Hey, you wanna see something?""Uh, sure," I answered.Laura led me to Alanna's dresser, and opened the second drawer. In it were a bunch of neatly balled pairs of socks.*"Socks?""No, silly. Look!"Laura reached into the back of the drawer, beneath the socks. When her hand emerged, it was holding a large life-like cock. She flipped a switch at the base of it and it purred to life."Oh my god!" I laughed."I know. It's huge, right?""But..." That was all I had time for as we heard Alanna's returning footsteps in the hall. Laura turned the vibrator off, and stuck it back in the back of the drawer. She slid it shut, just as Alanna reentered the room."Hey," Alanna said. Her hands were held behind her back. I couldn't help but picture her, lying on her bed, using her toy on herself. The image came unwanted to my mind, but I found it extremely arousing, nonetheless. I blamed it on the alcohol."Hey," Laura responded guiltily. "We were just looking at your dragon." She picked up the large plastic figure from the top of the dresser."Oh. Awesome!" Alanna said."What have you got?" I asked. Alanna just smiled back at me, clearly savouring the suspense."Come on, show us," Laura demanded.Finally, Alanna revealed what she was holding: A plastic DVD case. The cover of this one featured a couple of naked women hanging off the arms of a well-hung Black man holding a rifle. One of the women was blonde and wearing an army helmet. The other was dark-skinned and wearing a hijab, but nothing else. Both looked like they'd had boob-jobs. In the background there was a military helicopter flying over what was supposed to look like a Middle Eastern city with plumes of smoke rising here and there. The name of the movie was Black Cock Down."Is this adult enough for you?" Alanna bragged, trying too hard to impress."A porno?" Laura asked. Her mouth hung open in surprise."Uh huh," Alanna nodded, clearly impressed with her own naughtiness. "Liam didn't like any of my movies. Maybe this is more his speed."I shrugged. If it was a choice between porn or a bunch of cartoon singing midgets, I'd go with the porn. We decided that we shouldn't start the movie until after the pizza arrived. In the meantime the girls dared me to answer the door when the pizza boy came."What's in it for me if I do?" I asked."We'll pay for your pizza," Laura offered."Yeah," Alanna agreed. "But if you chicken-out, you have to pay for ours.""Deal," I said. Honestly, I'd gotten so used to wearing the dress that I forgot about it for periods of time until a cool gentle draft from the air conditioning blew up it and over my balls. In any case, the alcohol had definitely lowered my inhibitions. I could tell that it was affecting the girls as well. They seemed more giggly - or rather, they were just as giggly but it was a less nervous, more relaxed and fun giggling.