I’m a dude, your a dude, she’s a dude, we’re all dudes

Charlie grabs the phone from Alexa, who is lightly grinding against the bed in her frustration, before reading her task. “Let the other contestants crossdress you, acting as the other gender the rest of the night.”

You sigh in relief that you didn’t get that challenge, before locking eyes with your cohort in this task. “You know, I have a bunch of clothes Charlie should fit into perfectly...”

Alexa laughs and goes for your closet while Charlie just sits nonchalantly. You should have figured something like this would bother her, hell half of her clothes were androgynous if not down right masculine. Alexa finished picking out the outfit, saying “strip my fine sir, and wear these.”

Charlie complies, stripping off all her clothing and tossing them at you, until you have a full pile of clothes in your lap. The last thing she discards are black panties with a bitemark drawn over the ass. Seeing her stand there confidently fully nude, you once again feel your cock strain painfully against your cage, and your balls start to ache. As Charlie goes for the pile of clothes Alexa picked out, the redhead stops her. “Ah ah ah, not yet. To truly fit the role, you are missing something.” You don’t know where she pulled it out from, but Alexa hands Charlie a large realistic looking strapon.

“Awww you thought of everything” Charlie jokes, sliding the harness up and tightening it in place. She really does look like she has a semi hard dick, especially once she puts on your boxers, jeans, and short sleeve polo where the fake cock leaves a massive bulge.

“Atleast we finally have a guy in our group.” Alexa mocks.

“What am I, chopped liver?” You half joke, half defend yourself.

Charlie does a loud fake laugh, stating “dude, you are the least guy guy ever. You don’t even have access you your own cock! I could out man you at anything... from drinking to fighting to fucking.”

Starting to actually get a little offended, you snap back “no way! I’m only locked up cause of your stupid game. Besides, I could take you in any of those things.”

“Oh is that right?” Charlie retorts, looking deadly serious. “Then prove it. Fucking contest, who is the real man. Loser is the winners cocksleeve for the next week.”