Dani’s a cowgirl now!

Dani looked in his compact, checking his make up for the tenth time on the short car ride. And for the tenth time, not a smudge or a fix could be found. But Dani was nervous and he couldn’t stop fidgeting in the passenger seat of Jamie’s little white Jetta with the pink lips sticker on the bumper and pink seat liners parked in the parking lot of The Twisted Boot.

“I know you’re a vain bitch but your makeup looks perfect and has looked perfect the whole time. Let’s go dance a two step and find a nice cowboy to ride” Jamie’s voice cut through Danny’s nervousness as Jamie got out of the car. Taking another hit from his weed pen, Danny sucked in hard to calm his nerves. Finally, it seemed like the weed was working so he opened the door and swung two glistening tanned legs out of the little sedan.

Two high heeled cowgirl boots his the pavement at the same time. The brown leather heels were a custom order, as no other boots had a 5 inch block heel. The red stiching etched into the side of each boot showed an outline of a buxom cowgirl waving her hat in the air riding a bucking black bull. A black spade above the cowgirl made it even more obvious what the picture was implying, to anyone that knew what the spade meant. Danny was shocked and humiliated seeing the sexual image on the boots, but that didn’t stop his ass from clenching and his dick twitching in its cage.

Two tanned and toned legs rose up from the heeled boots. The lotion Jamie had him put on had some glitter in it so his legs had little sparkles when catching the light right. His bare toned legs went up and up, higher and higher, showing off his toned muscles as well as his thigh gap. The bare legs didn’t stop until a couple inches below his groin where a tiny pair of daisy dukes sat. The blue denim short shorts, and you could barely call them shorts, had a frayed hem and the pockets hanging out the bottom. The bottom hem hung tight on his upper thighs, practically his hips, and were so short that the bottom of his butt cheeks hung out the back. They were very low waisted, showing off most of his hips and stomach with only a couple inches of fabric covering his groin. They were also high cut on the thigh, fitting more like a pair of panties than a pair of shorts. Thankfully, Jessica had given him a brown braided belt with a big gold belt buckle with a silhouette of a cowgirl in high heeled boots cocking her hip with her hand on her hat. The buckle thankfully covered up the small bulge his cage made in the shorts. The shiny rhinestone thong straps from his black VS thong rode above his hips, on display for everyone to see.

His toned stomach was on full display, his fake tan still holding strong. His navel piercing was switched out for a simple double studded white rhinestones that contrasted great with his tan.

His top wasn’t even technically a top. A large red bandana was his top. The inverted triangle wrapped around his fake chest and fake DDs with the point dangling just above his navel. The two other points tied behind his back in a little bow, leaving practically his entire back exposed. A typical bra, even a strapless one, couldn’t be worn with this top, instead Danny had adhesive push up pads that connected between his breasts and pushed them together and up, making his cleavage much more pronounced but providing almost no support. As he adjusted his bandana top to make sure his fake nipples were covered, the small amount of movement made them jiggle up and down. More lotion was applied to his chest and arms, making them shine and glitter in the streetlights. What was worse was his tan lines were still strong so the small point of triangle poked out of the top, showing off how he had tanned in such a tiny bikini top.

Dannys make up was done for a nighttime look. His foundation done heavily with some contour for feminine shaping. Larger fake lashes were glued on, making it feel like they’d fly away in a strong wind. Pink blush on his cheeks to give the apple cheeked look along with some creative work with a brown eyeliner to give fake freckles across his nose and cheeks. His eyebrows were colored in with an eyebrow pencil, giving the arches an even sharper look Neutral brown colors with some shimmer for eyeshadow, shading from light to dark from inside out. And some black eyeliner too and bottom to make his blue eyes pop. His lips were coated in a red long lasting lip stain and lip liner making them even bigger than normal with a glossy lip gloss to make them shine.

His hair was done in two braids on the back of his head that hung down to his shoulders. Two black bows tied off the braids. A center part had his highlighted bangs framing his face. And on top of his head he wore a light brown straw cowgirl hat. A black choker necklace was tight on his throat, thankfully not a locking one this time. A couple thin gold bangle bracelets hung from his wrists and some gold rings on his fingers.

Danny looked down at his still fake pink nails fanned out in front of him, thinking that they would look better red with this outfit. Shaking his head as he realized he was accessorizing on his own. His life had become so crazy at this point that he was starting to lose sight of himself. He had to remember he was still HE and don’t succumb to all this feminine pressure. But he had bigger issues at hand, that being his date with John.

“Come on, bitch! Let’s go get some cowboys to ride!” Jamie called out grabbing Danny’s manicured hand in his own. Danny looked at the blonde crossdresser, wearing a mirror image of his own outfit but with a light blue bandana rather than red. Jamie’s breasts rivaled his own in size, since they were the same fake breast form, but were a few shades lighter to match Jamie’s paler skin. They bounced up and down to match Danny’s own jiggle as the two minced through the asphalt parking lot in 5 inch cowgirl boots. Jamie’s twin blonde braids swung back and forth, his blue bows bouncing along with them, as they matched his denim shirt covered butt swinging back and forth.

The two of them were swishing their butts with added wiggle as they wore matching vibrating plugs that only Jessica had control of. Jessica wasn’t happy with the lesbo sissy action in her living room so she wasn’t shy showing how powerful these butt plugs were before they left. Jamie and Danny had to hold onto each other to keep themselves up when she tested it, overcome by the overwhelming pleasurable sensations. And Jessica said that was only a 7 out of 10. Danny was terrified, and as much as he wanted to hide the fact but excited, of setting 10 and hoped he’d never experience it.

Jamie’s pink lips split into a smile as they approached the saloon style double doors. His eyes practically sparkled almost as much as his shimmering bronze eyeshadow.

“Omg I love this bar. The boys here are sooooo hawt! I know you’re taken tonight, Dani, but it doesn’t hurt to check out the meat market at the same time. It’s not like you two will get married, knowing your taste for darker meat *giggle*”

“I don’t just prefer darker meat, Jamie!” Danny whined as their heeled boots clipped on the wood floor of the patio. Two white boys in cowboy attire looked up hearing that, seeing the buxom tanned chick in a tiny outfit and leered at him. Danny quickly tried to hide his slip up, realizing what he said as Jamie giggled at what Danny said as he wiggled his fingers in a wave and smile at the two handsome boys.

“I- I mean I don’t prefer ANY meat!” Danny cried out hoping that would cover up his mess up.

“Oh I know what you mean, girlie. You have a diverse palette that enjoys ANY sort of sausage. Now let’s get you inside, sweet cheeks” Jamie teased as he spanked Danny on his barely covered butt causing it to jiggle.

Danny yelped and blushed as he tottered inside while Jamie gave the two cowboys a “howdy, boys. See you inside *giggle*” before following his sissy friend.

The two entered the dimly lit bar/club. The bar was already full of western and ranch wearing partiers. The bar was near the city and university so the vast majority were young college aged people who more wore the outfits as costumes rather than actual cowboy wear. But there was a fair bit of actual farm hands and ranchers that came in to blow off some steam from the week. And also to take advantage of the hot young college girls looking for a rough and rowdy cowboy to take them home.

The bar had three bars on the sides of the room full with multiple bartenders taking orders. All the bartenders were either handsome muscled young men in mostly unbuttoned flannels and jeans, or hot young women in tiny tank tops and denim shorts. A stage was set up on the other free side where a country band was playing the hits, along with their own original songs, all to get the crowd dancing and on their feet. All this centered around the massive dance floor that took up most of the space. The wood floor smacked and cracked with the booted feet of country line dancing in unison. An upstairs balcony circled around the dance floor where couples and groups leaned on the rails drinking and shouting to cheer on the dancers in the middle.

Jamie dragged the now country girl Danny over to the bar where they ordered some Vegas bomb shots and a couple of low cal hard seltzers. Jamie gives the handsome bartender a flirty “thank youuuu” while grabbing some cash from his bra. The two “girls” didn’t have purses and their shorts were much too tight to fit anything in their tiny pockets. Danny himself had slipped some cash in the only place he could, between his massive breasts, lamenting at the humiliating “pocket” when he got ready for the night.

Jamie handed Danny the red bull and jaeger Vegas bomb shot. The two clink the plastic shot glasses before downing them in one go. Danny is a frat bro, well former frat bro, so he’s not unaccustomed to shot taking but still makes a face at the strong concoction. Jamie gives a loud “Wooooooo!” Flinging his arms in the air causing his tits to bounce up and down in the flimsy bandana top.

The booze and weed started to hit Danny, especially since all he’s eaten are those smoothies Jessica gets him and that’s barely anything. The two girls stand at the bar sipping their seltzers with Jamie chatting about other girls outfits, judging the prudish ones. But Danny barely hears the girl talk, as he’s anxiously awaiting John to arrive. He realizes that he’s a little annoyed that John had him meet at the bar rather than meet before, and he’s late at that. Demarcus met him before their date and drove him to and from the club. But John couldn’t even be bothered to do that? His anxiety turned to annoyance at being made to wait before he realized he was thinking like a girl. He shouldn’t be annoyed his date is late, he should be hoping that he doesn’t even show up!

This whole week had messed with his head too much, so he turned to something to take his mind off it. Booze. Danny chugged the last of his seltzer and chugged the second one they had already bought before grabbing another from the bar. He looked down the bar and his heart dropped and anxiety hit him. Standing there was John.

His brown hair was carefully toyed with and product applied to get that easy tousled white boy wavy flow. His face was chiseled from rigorous work out routines and diet, combined with his natural good looks he had the stereotypical fuck boy look from one of those trashy dating shows on netflicks. His face and hair just looked too put together to be natural, even his 5 o clock shadow looked too manicured. Was it extremely handsome? For sure. But it looked way too artificial and fake.

Danny looked down John’s 6’2” frame, seeing his jacked torso squeezed into a too-tight cut off red and white flannel. The sleeves were cut off showing his bulging arms. The buttons were practically all undone, almost to his navel, so an **** amount of his waxed muscled pecs and abs we’re showing.

A pair of tight jeans sat on his hips with a gold belt buckle in the middle. Danny’s eyes inadvertently rested on his crotch where he saw a not small but not massive bulge protruding from there. Danny mentally pouted, reflexively disappointed at the size before realizing what he was doing and berating himself for it.

“Come on dude! You’re not gay stop this” he said to himself.

He **** his eyes back up to look at John’s handsome face, again scolding himself for mentally thinking he was handsome, and saw John’s leering eyes and smirk as he looked at Danny’s barely covered voluptuous body.

“Well damn, girl, you’re looking fine! I thought you looked good in your gym clothes but goddamn do you clean up nice! Your sports bra must’ve been silencing these puppies! But that ass is still there from the gym I see. Goddamn you look good, girl. Go on and give me a spin.”

Danny was shocked at the forwardness of John. He didn’t give off the same confident masculine alpha energy of Demarcus, who made Danny almost enjoy following his commands, which hurt Danny’s pride even more realizing that. John just came off kinda f-boy douchey.

But Jessica said he was to keep John happy, and the best way Danny could think to do that was by falling into the bimbo girly girl role or else he’d go insane. Thankfully, the weed and booze would help loosen up his ditzy split personality.

Danny giggled and did a little mincing spin, arching his back a bit to show off his butt. Turning to face back at John with a little bounce to make his fake tits jiggle, he twirled one of his braids in his fingers

“Soooo, do you like it?” Danny asked coquettishly.

John couldn’t take his eyes off Danny’s breasts as he nodded emphatically.

“You’re damn right I do, girl. Goddamn you got some knockers on you. And that outfit, you look right out of a porno. Do you do onlyfans too? You’d make a killing on it sweet cheeks.”

Danny couldn’t believe how blunt John was being. Saying he had some “knockers” and that he looked like a porn star? How did this guy get laid? Sure, he was handsome but you gotta woo a girl a little bit. But he just left his ditzy smile on, pretending to be grateful for the “compliments”

“Well thank you *giggle*. Yeah my friend helped me pick out my outfit.” Helped pick out was an understatement. Danny wouldn’t have chosen this revealing outfit in a million years, but it’s not like he had control over much nowadays.

John just nodded, seemingly zoned out not really listening to what Danny was saying.

“Oh yeah that’s cool. Hey thanks for getting me a drink. In the future, maybe not a seltzer next time. A little fruity and gay for me. Try a beer or a whiskey alright girl? You gunna get something for yourself?”

John reached over and grabbed the hard seltzer from Danny’s manicured hand and took a big gulp from it. Danny just stared dumbly at the big man in front of him in disbelief before turning back to the bar and ordering another seltzer and a shot for himself. If he had to be with this big oaf, he was gunna be drunk for it. When the bartender asked for payment, Danny looked expectantly at John but he was busy eyeing some brunette in a mini skirt out on the dance floor. Danny just sighed and rolled his eyes before reaching into his top for his cash. The cute girl bartender gave him a sympathetic look before turning away to take more orders.

Danny quickly took the shot before John got any ideas of taking it from him, making a face at the strong liquor. Suddenly, he felt strong hands on his hips and hips pressed against his backside. Danny wanted to squirm out of the embrace when the dreaded vibrations started from his plug. The good feelings pulsing in his butt made him moan softly and press his butt against Johns pelvis. John quickly took advantage seeing how Danny reacted to his touch by leaning in and kissing his neck. Danny had found that his neck was a weakness and melted at the soft wet kisses and nibbles, arching his back so his head pushed against John’s chest.

A wandering hand started working up his exposed stomach, tracing his rough fingers over Danny’s taut stomach. Higher and higher until they reached his bandana covered chest. The hand gripped his breast roughly as the necking increased in its ferociousness. The electrodes went to work stimulating Danny’s nipples, adding a third erogenous zone. Danny found his anger and annoyance at John completely gone for the moment as he was lost in the blissful intense haze of pleasure.

Suddenly, the vibrations stopped and Danny somewhat came to. His long lashes fluttered open and he saw several bystanders leering at the heavy PDA Danny and John were performing. His eyes went wide realizing even more people saw him being fondled by another man so he grabbed John’s hand from his breast and turned to face him. Sticking to his MO, Danny played the ditzy bimbo.

“Johhhhnnnn! Not here! People are, like, watching! Let’s ummm go dance!”

Danny needed to get out of the situation so he playfully grabbed John’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor. Well, there’s no way Danny could have moved the muscular John on his own, but John played along and followed willingly

Danny wiggled through the crowd onto the dance floor. The crowd was tight and he felt a couple of wandering hands on his hips and butt, even one that brushed against his fake chest. One girl in a fake cowgirl hat in a floral tiny sundress that was clearly very drunk saw his outfit and let out a “woooooo girl!!!!! You’re looking hot!!” Before spanking his ass as he walked by. Danny just blushed and smiled, embarrassed by the public display but happy it was a girl this time.

Finally, the pair made it onto the dance floor. No line dancing at the moment as the band was taking a break. Just DJ playing regular country music with an EDM mix to it. The floor was packed with people dancing and grinding, girls grinding their asses into their partners. Danny looked nervously at the sea of grinding bodies realizing he would be one of those girls if he went out there. But those masculine hands went around his waist and a groin pressed against his ass. He looked over his shoulder and saw John’s masculine face smiling at him. The booze and weed were lowering his inhibitions, just like the night before at Spades. A tingly warm feeling flowed from his lower half, unclear whether from his ass or his locked clit but it felt GOOD. If he was **** to go on this date, he’d at least enjoy it while he could.

Danny smiled back at John and pulled him onto the dance floor. The couple joined the throng of dancing bodies, with Danny backing his ass up to John’s groin, his 5 inch cowgirl heels getting his 5’2” ass to a perfect spot to match up with John’s groin. The two pressed up against each other in circles, Danny’s ass never separating from Johns crotch. John had one hand on Danny’s belt buckle, with Danny happy the buckle hiding what was underneath it, and the other hand pawing and groping at Danny’s big tanned ass.

Danny was lost in the moment. The liquor and weed making him forget for a moment that he was a guy. Right now, he was embracing the warm good feeling, a hot body pressed against him, and let loose. He bent over at the waist with legs spread wide, pushing his ass back into John with some ****, and twerked on John’s dick.

Turning his head up still bent at the waist, his braids flicking backwards he saw two guys on the edge of the dance floor staring at him with mouths agape. Danny realized the image they were seeing. A hot brunette with fake tits bent over giving an even more dramatic view of his cleavage, grinding his apple shaped butt onto a guy. Still feeling himself he giggled and gave them a wink before snapping back up and pressing his back into John’s chest, his arm going up and above and wrapping around John’s neck.

At that moment, Danny’s plug started up again, more intense this time. Danny’s eyes rolled back and his red lips parted in a moan. He pressed his butt harder into John’s crotch, involuntarily trying to push his plug in more to get more pleasure. If it wasn’t for his hand around John’s neck and John’s hands on his hips, he would have collapsed from how intense the feeling was.

Danny felt a hand dropping his chest and new bouts of pleasure joined the feelings in his body. His cage was throbbing violently and he could feel how wet he was down there, thankful for the belt buckle hiding his secret. His ass was blooming with feeling at the vibrations. And John had returned to kissing his neck. If this continued, Danny was afraid he was going to cum any moment. He craved that release badly but he couldn’t do that in a crowded dance room dressed like a western slut while a guy sucked on his neck.

Thankfully, the vibrations stopped again with Danny silently cursing Jessica for doing this to him remotely. Even better was the band coming back out so the music stopped. Danny stopped grinding to catch his breath and pulled John off the dance floor.

“Damn, Danielle, you really get into it when dancing girl. Or are you just happy you’re dancing with me? I tend to have that effect on girls” John smugly asked Danny.

Danny wanted to tell him off that he wasnt into him and he was coming off as a lumbering oaf on this date. But he couldn’t as Jessica demanded that he make sure he left his date happy. Instead, Danny batted his eyelashes and gave a big bimbo smile up at him.

“Like, of course I love dancing, but having your arms on me does feel really good” Danny wanted to puke saying that out loud, but he also couldn’t deny how good it felt, even if it wasn’t just John’s touch.

Just then, the singer came out and approached the mic and addressed the crowd with a western twang.

“Alright alright we gotta get these couples dancing. So go on ladies, grab your cowboy and let’s see some swinging and twirling out there.”

The band started up with a upbeat country song and the dance floor filled with couples. The floor was covered with couples dancing, swinging and twirling girls around the floor. Danny wasn’t afraid to dance, he had some rhythm before, but he’d never had to partner dance as the girl before. Especially in 5 inch heels. He looked at John expectantly, his **** state making him want to let loose and dance.

But John shook his head.

“Nah girl, I don’t dance like that. I’m gunna head to the bar and get another drink.” And without even offering Danny one he was off.

Danny couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. Turn down dancing with a hot chick and then leave to get a drink without even offering him one? He pouted, crossing his arms under his breasts pressing them up even more before realizing how girly his thoughts had gotten. He was upset a guy didn’t want to dance with him? What was happening to him?

Danny was pouting, looking down or at least trying to past the massive mounds on his chest, when he felt a hand grab his. Danny looked up and saw Jamie dragging him to the dance floor.

“Come on, bitch! Let me show you how’s it’s done”

The two stacked bimbos in bandana tops and daisy dukes jiggled out onto the dance floor before Jamie grabbed Danny’s hand and hip, taking the male lead. Danny put his free hand on Jamie’s shoulder letting him lead. The two two-stepped and danced across the floor with spins and twirls of Danny throughout. Danny fell into the groove, allowing Jamie to lead. Jamie held onto him tight, many times holding onto his exposed butt rather than his hip or back. Even though Danny wasn’t used to this feminine role in dancing, he found he enjoyed being spun and dipped even more. By the end of the song, Danny was laughing and “woooo!”-ing across the floor. He saw the multitude of eyes watching the scantily clad girls dance with each other, and although it was still unnerving seeing them eyeing them up and down he didn’t care. At least at the moment.

Until the song came to its thundering conclusion and Jamie dipped Danny low to the floor. His cowgirl hat almost came off his head and he giggled as he held it tight to his head. Looking into Jamie’s eyes, he saw an intense fire inside them. The two were nose to nose looking at each other when Jamie leaned even closer and kissed him. Hard. Danny was shocked at first, his eyes going wide as Jamie’s tongue slipped into his mouth. But the pleasure of the kiss took over and he closed his eyes and began to kiss Jamie back. But just as suddenly, Jamie pulled back leaving Danny wanting more. Danny sat stunned for a moment before a chorus of whoops and hollers came over him. The crowd was going nuts for the girl on girl action, leaving Danny blushing at the public display he just put on.

The two cowgirls sauntered over to the bar, taking a lot more time as guy after guy kept coming up to them to chat them up. Thankfully, Jamie fended them off, ordering two more shots each for the two sissies. Downing them in rapid fashion with a series of “Woooooo!”’s after each one, the two were thoroughly drunk at this point. Wandering back to the dance floor, the two gurls were having a good time.

The singer came back up the mic and addressed the crowd again.

“Alright folks, the bar has something special tonight. Let’s see how you folks do on ‘Big Bull’!!!!”

Danny looked over and saw some workers wheeling out a big black mechanical bull into the dance floor, Laying out some crash pads around it.

“Alright who thinks they can last 13 seconds on this beast?” The announcer asked.

Danny felt a strong shove and he put a high heeled foot out in front of him to stop himself. He turned and saw Jamie smirking and giggling at pushing him.

“Looks like we have our first cowgirl! Come on and mount up!”

“Oh no!” Danny thought as a spotlight dropped on him.