Chapter 6

A small breath was taken by Tim, and then another and another as he tried and failed to make his body feel like it was getting enough air. The device around his waist felt like it was crushing him in a way that made it impossible to breath, or at least it felt as much till he started to feel light headed as the two coeds continued to speak about him in a manner like he hadn’t been standing right there, not that he had enough capacity to follow what they were saying.

That was when he felt a hand around his wrist, pulling him gently till he was closer to one of the bends and eased down so that he could sit, not that the device around him allowed him to ever do something as mundane as slouch. It was the brown haired girl talking to him, Sarah, her fingers snapping in front of him a few times as she spoke, enough so that it pulled his awareness back. “Come on, don’t pass out on us, you take a breath in slower, you can breathe fine in the corset, just don’t take a bunch of rapid breaths or you really will faint like some victorian girl. Come on now, slowly in with your mouth, and out slowly with your nose, in…. out… ” Sarah coached.

“They are going to need a new name, Timmy really doesn’t fit.” Emily said moving back to the topic her friend had brought up before she moved into trying to teach the pervert some breathing technique.

“Mmmhmm,” Sarah looked her life sized doll in their hazel eyes, nodding to herself now that they seemed more stable and at less risk of falling down before turning her head to look at her friend. “We can’t keep calling you Tim, Timmy, Timothy… none of that fits, that's for sure.”

With everything he felt incredibly lethargic, the day had started out with him overly excited with the chance to prove himself, to actually push things over the edge to win his place in the fraternity and now he was sitting in a pair of girl’s bedroom wearing the panties he tried to steal, a bra filled with fake breasts that were glued to his chest, makeup on his face and his hair up in rollers. He was a prisoner, a position he willingly accepted as it seemed so much better than the alternative of being arrested, thrown out of school and having to face his parents about being on some sex offender list while being expelled from college. The thing is though, the better option didn’t make it a good option, he just wasn’t spoiled for choices to choose between. “Tim is fine.” he uttered, though his voice came out in something just slightly louder than a whisper.

Emily tapped her chin as she looked at the boy. “Tina, maybe? Tiny Tina.”

Sarah wrinkled her nose. “Too dated.” she responded, turning back to the sitting boy, touching his hair to find it had dried enough to start removing the rollers from his hair.

“Talia?” Emily offered.

Sarah considered the name as she started to remove the rollers from his hair. “Like the Batman villain? No, that isn’t going to work.”

Being talked about like he wasn’t there wasn’t something new to Tim, it had been something he dealt with his entire life, though this is the first time it had happened as he was trained like some dress up toy as others discussed a new name to use for him.

Emily smirked and rolled her eyes at the reason the name was shot down. “Such a nerd, no one would… never mind, what about…” Snapping her fingers on her left hand Emily pointed to the sitting boy. “Tracy?” she then snapped the fingers on her right hand and once more pointed at him as she spat off a second suggestion. “Tiffany?”

“Oh my god,” Sarah laughed. “That's a stripper name. Which, okay, kinda works. But can imagine an excited voice calling out over a speaker… And put your hands together for next girl on stage to dance for you Tracy Tiffany!””

Hearing the mock voice Sarah put on, Emily couldn’t help giggle at the idea. “I mean one or the other, not both, but fine. What about Tammy? Otherwise we might need to move away from the theme of using the first letter of their name.”

“Aww…” Tim spoke up, his head being pulled to the side as his hair was pulled from another roller. “Do I get a say in this?”

“Sure.” Emily shrugged, while Sarah gave her a confused look, not having even really considered giving the boy any options. She held out a hand to forestall Sarah’s complaints as she continued. “You can accept the name we give you, tell us that you love it and thank us for taking the time to give you a proper name, or we can be done and you are free to go, also free to be picked up by the cops.”

“Oh…” Tim’s word fell from his lips in a way that gave away how defeated he felt at the supposed offer.

Holding one of the rollers she had pulled from the freshman’s head in hand, Sarah stepped in front of him, her eyes roaming over him before her smile grew. “I think Tammy will really fit her. What do you think, Tammy, do you like your new name?”

Tim groaned. “Please…”

“Tammy it is,” Emily declared, stepping to his other side to help with unpinning the rollers from the other side of his head. “Tammy with the soft little waves and curls in her golden blonde hair. Honestly, that name is going to suit her better than Timothy ever did. Now how about you make a decision, either you want the name Tammy or you can stick with that old stupid name that doesn’t suit you, what is it?”

Feeling his hair starting to fall and feeling a bit different, not that he could see it, Tim was literally getting the physical attention of two girls and it was more than he ever had in the past. Not that the attention he was getting was to his liking, but she was doubling down on her little offer and despite it being a choice, there really wasn’t one to make. “Tammy… You can call me Tammy, thank you for the pretty name.” he responded, feeling like he was betraying himself as he said it.

One by one, the two removed the rollers with a practiced rhythm. Each one slid free with a soft pop, revealing soft golden waves that cascaded downward, falling to brush his neck and collarbones. They had expected curls tight and bouncy, but instead, his hair fell in loose, flowing waves that shimmered under the bedroom light.

“Ooooh,” Sarah breathed. “It’s not curly, it’s wavy. Maybe if we used hot rollers and kept them in longer…!” she said as she considered her own mistake.

Emily fluffed a few sections with her fingers, watching the way they bounced and settled. “It’s actually better like this, Tammy is looking so pretty.”

Tim swallowed, his mouth dry and he was positive he could taste the pink lipstick that had been put on his lips as Emily, an attractive girl just in her casual clothing was standing next to him, talking as if he was pretty. ‘Today is not a good day….’ he mentally bemoaned to himself.

Shimmying slightly Sarah pulled a dress from their shared closet, filled with such glee that she could hardly wait to get it on him. “Time to get you dressed Tammy, how do you like your new dress!?”

“What now?” he asked, his eyes large, already knowing the answer to his question as the taller girl pulled him back to standing.

“This.” Sarah unfolded the dress and let it fall, revealing a simple but unmistakably feminine outfit. White cotton dress, short sleeves, a pink shaded high collar with little black tassels in the shape of a twin little girls tie, with the majority of the dress itself being made to be something wrapped around him, tied off with a belt the same shade of pink as the collar.

“High up front with good coverage, but….” Sarah drew out the word, her smile only growing with each passing second. “The hemline’s a little short,” Sarah said excidedly. “So you might wanna watch how you bend over.”

Tim blinked at it. “I…I can’t wear that! It's a dress!”

“Aww Tammy, I know you are used to being a tomboy, but someone as pretty as you coming out of her shell, this will do perfectly for you…. Plus you’re not exactly in a position to pick and choose, Tammy,” Emily said sweetly.

With no small amount of hesitation the first year college student tried to shift backwards, but didn’t really have anywhere to go and as he moved he felt the shift in weight of the breast forms glued to his chest, making him feel stuck the second he felt it along with the pull of the bra straps along with so much more for his new experiences that he was far from used to. So… he obeyed.

The dress slipped easily around him, the soft light fabric practically gliding as it enveloped him. The cotton itself was soft against his waxed skin. It clung lightly to the curves he wasn’t supposed to have, thanks to the corset and bra as the smaller girl pulled the garment tightly, tying off the pink sash like belt in place at his side. It wrapped around his body in a way that made him feel so much more girlish as it showed off a shape he shouldn’t have. In the past he had never been excited about his light thin frame, and if he had worked at it… maybe, just maybe he could have been small but toned. Something masculine, but instead he was now wearing a dress that fell just short of mid thigh in its length.

Tim’s legs, his bare, smooth, hairless appendages were fully exposed from under the garment, making him feel somehow more exposed than he had been before he was wearing the dress. It covered the panties he was wearing, but it felt as if it was just barely doing that much even if it was plenty long enough to cover that area. Tugging at the hem, trying to pull it down, the skirt of the dress didn’t budge.

There was already a mirror in the room, one that was attached to the vanity, but Sarah held up another, one smaller so that Tim could see what he looked like, all while Emily put her hand on her victim’s back, giving a thumbs up so he could see her as well next to him.

What he saw in the mirror was a girl staring back. A stranger, yet terribly familiar. Once more he found himself mesmerized by the sight of himself in the mirror, this time it was just more ****. The girl’s Golden waves fell loosely around her delicate face, cheeks faintly pink, lips full and glossy. Her hazel eyes were wide, framed in curled lashes and faint shimmer, making her eyes stand out and easy to look into. She appeared soft, pretty.The kind of girl boys noticed and remembered, someone gentle, quiet, someone who would ask to borrow a pencil in class and smile in a way that made hearts stop.

He had grown up knowing he was never going to be some world class athlete with his slightly below average height and well below average muscle mass, but her.. Her body was petite, almost dainty in a way that worked for her. With her narrow waist pulled tight by the hidden corset made her look shapely beneath the white cotton wrap dress that while wasn’t super tight on her was enough to show her B cup chest. Far as girls went, that didn’t make her chest heavy, but it looked perfect with her small frame and at a height of five foot seven that he was all too familiar with. Then below the hemline of the dress her smooth legs that seemed so long on her body hung down from the all too short of a dress. All of this and she appeared timid, shy, unsure of herself. Her posture was not slouched but hesitant, like she didn’t belong in the room and didn’t know where to put her hands. A pretty girl who didn’t seem to realize how pretty she actually was. The kind of girl a guy might be interested in because she didn’t know how pretty she was just yet, the type of girl they would want to protect.

Tim’s hands went instinctively to the hem of the dress, trying to tug it down, to cover more, to hide those exposed legs but no matter how he pulled, the dress refused to yield to become longer. ‘No, no, no, no, noooo…’

“Honestly, the best word I have…” Emily slapped the feminized freshman on the back lightly. “Is wow, because you got it going on and you were wasted on being a boy. Like honestly, honestly, we are doing you a favor and I’m sure you don’t feel that way right now, but I real and being honest.”

Sarah put down the mirror on her bed, thinking about what they should do next while smirking at her friend’s choice of words. “Honestly, honestly, like honestly because I’m honesty, seriously honest.”

Emily glowered in her shorter friend's direction. “Shut up or…” she started to say before Sarah cut her off before whatever threat she could come up with escaped her lips.

“You being honest about that?” The comment seemed playful to her, but didn’t stop Emily from moving away from Tim to grab a pillow off her own bed to throw at her.