Officer Stella has you pegged. Literally

The first thing Guy pulled out from the duffle bag, was a large, purple, strap-on dildo with harness. "Uh...Wendell?"

"You have to keep digging? It's kinda hard to understand that, when you haven't seen everything else."

Guy sighed, put aside the sex toy, and fished around in the bag pulling out its contents one by one: handcuffs, a police baton, a complete french maid uniform, a wig, makeup kit, a campus P.D. hat, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a ball gag, and two skins. The first skin was a tall sandy blonde woman still wrapped up in the familiar navy garb of the campus P.D. The other skin, was a slight, and slender man with short brown hair.

"So...I pulled everything out...and I still don't understand this," Guy, kneeling, gave a sigh and flexed his shoulders.

"I wanna take these two down a peg!"

"That explains nothing. Who are they?" Guy asked with a sweep of his open hand.

"Officer Stella," Wendell said, "and Eddie White." Wendell said confidently. "Officer Stella here likes to extort students for cash or perks all the time. I've seen her pocket money from students a few times personally."

"And him?" Guy gestured to the small man.

"He's a little creep," Wendell said. "Eddie's a film major that likes to videotape hazing rituals to blackmail students."

"Why don't we get the guys doing the hazing then?" Guy asked with raised eyebrows.

"They come later," Wendell said.

"Where did you get all this...stuff?" Guy gestured to the strap-on and maid uniform.

"Skipped classes and went to that sex shop in town."

Guy sighed, and stood up. "So, what does all this mean? I mean, what are we going to actually do with them?"

"I think," Wendell said, "Officer Stella is going to make a very public arrest."

--

"Wendell, I don't know how to do this....Do we really need it? I...I'm having some really big reservations about all this," he said in Eddie's light voice. He was looking in the bathroom mirror. Eddie was a slender 22 year old, and now Guy had pulled the maid outfit on over him in the french maid outfit. His short brown hair was atop his face with a look of concern.

"Trust me," Wendell said from inside Officer Stella. "We need it. We do a little show. Everyone laughs and you're out before you get too uncomfortable. Yeah?" He was putting her officer's cap on in the mirror, neatly placing it over her sandy blonde hair which was kept in a short ponytale. "Wow, she's tall. And I feel super strong in this body." Stella was a fit, muscular woman with a gaunt face and square jaw. Wendell looked at guy fumbling about with a mascara bottle.

"Here, let me. Even though I'm really not sure how this goes on. I only did a bit of Stacy's lipstick." Wendell grabbed the bottle and carefully combed the black makeup into Eddie's eyelashes. After that he set about slathering a healthy amount of cosmetics all over over Eddie's face. Guy fidgeted during this, but once Wendell felt satisfied, he moved showing Guy his reflection once more.

"I...look like a whore," Guy said. His eye makeup was thick and dark. He had a great deal of blush, and a very red lipstick. In Eddie's slender body and all the cosmetics he could almost be mistaken for a woman.

"Oh wait the last part!" Wendell jammed a long wig on over Eddie's real hair and set to brushing it into a pleasing shape. Now, Guy was a petite french maid, a far cry from the tall athlete he normally was.

"This is so weird..." Guy said studying himself in the mirror.

"Weirder than being a chick? How so?"

"That was dark and quick and sudden this is....different," Guy said. He gave Eddie's head a few tilts and turns and a then looked to Wendell.

Damn he's cute this way....Wait...hold on.

Wendell could see a faint shape pressing out from Eddie's groin. "You hard? From lookin' at yourself like that?"

"NO! I...I don't know. Yes?"

"Guy," Wendell said putting one of Stella's strong hands on the petite Eddie's shoulder and using the other to put on her aviator sunglasses, "it's time to make an arrest."

--

Guy, with Eddie's body all dressed up, was shaking and unsteady. The stockings he was wearing were thin and the maid skirt didn't go down very far. He was also not used to wearing heels. Wendell watched him from the opposite end of the courtyard trot around as best he could in the overcast, autumn light. Wendell hid behind a piller and was waiting to make his move. It wasn't long before a few passing students began to look at the odd sight, and before long a small crowd was jeering and laughing and pointing at a recognizable Eddie White. A sour and nervous Guy stood in the crowd, and then his eyes met Wendell's and he just stood there.

Do IT! Come on!

Wendell gave guy a lifting jesture with his right hand, and mouthed "GO ON!" A reluctant guy, then gripped Eddie's small skirt and lifted it up to reveal Eddie's small cock wrapped up in a tight pair of white lace underwear topped with a small bow. The crowed, now almost 20 people, reacted with a startled woah, and then went into to mocking catcalls, jeering, sneering, and taunting. Now it was time for Wendell to make his move.

"What the unholy fuck is this?" Wendell shouted in Stella's gruff voice. The crowd got very, very quiet and taken aback. "Holy jesus," Wendell said in the best tough voice he could get out of Stella. As he marched up through the crowd most of the people were totally stunned, and a few had trouble supressing laughter. It was not that Stella was an usual sight, but the large strap-on dildo she wore openly was. "I don't believe it," Wendell said looking at the displayed underwear containing Guy's cock.

"This is the most shameful, and pathetic public disaplay I have ever seen!" Wendell shouted out. Guy, still holding his skirt up, did not seem amused. "What is your name, sissy!"

"Eddie...White...." Guy responded lazily. The crowd, confused and totally unsure of what the exact nature of this demonstration was, stayed quiet, but failed to disperse.

"The laws and rules that keep a society ordered," Wendell shouted marching up next to Guy. The tip of the strap-on actually hit Guy's thigh and he let go of his skirt in surprise. "Cannot exist without enforcement. I AM that enforcement, as you fine people are about to see. Eddie White..." Wendell said with nice clear turn around to the crowd, "you're under arrest for being too fucking cute!"

The onlookers said nothing, save one woman that shouted "yeah!"

"You have violated the law," Wendell continued, looking down into Eddie's thin, painted face, "and must be punished accordingly." With that, he flipped Guy around pulled Eddie's back against Officer Stella's clothed breasts and began to handcuff the small man's hands in front of him.

"Alright," Guy whispered while they were close, "that's enough right? Let's get the hell out of here- AGH! Mmmm." Wendell carried away in the moment slapped Eddie's ass interrupting Guy's thought.

Look at him in that tiny skirt. Ah! He's adorable.

"Hike up your skirt," Wendell whispered

"Wendell, I..ju-"

"Hike it up!"

"Al-alright..." and guy pulled up the skirt once more, his cuff chains making a small klink.

"There is no escape...from the long arm of the law!" Wendell reached around and began to stroke Eddie's cock through the small lace underwear. Wendell looked down at the small cuffed man in facing the crowd.

He's hard. He loves it. So cute.

Wendell used the firm hand of Officer Stella to stroke faster and more aggressively than before. "As you all can see," he shouted once more, "a sissy has no moral character, and their deviant sensibilities cause them to be aroused by even the lightest stimulation." The crowd was totally engrossed. Wendell spotted two men with obvious erections and a woman with the biggest smile he'd ever seen on a face before.

"Wendell..." Guy said, barely audible, "use...it..." Guy was pushing and grinding his ass all over the strap-on.

Not even paying attention to the crowd anymore, Wendell was bending Guy over and pulling his panties down over his stockings and just above the short heels he was wearing. This actually got a few cheers from the gathered onlookers. Pushing up the frilly skirt, Wendell exposed the tight, small cheeks of Eddie White.

I've never done this before. Fuck it.

With a firm smack and subsequent grunt from the handcuffed sissy, Wendell did his best to lube up the strap-on. He spit on it, and on Guy's exposed ass.

"Woah!" A guy said.

"No fuckin' way is this about to happen," some girl followed.

A few probing fingers in Guy's ass made him shudder, still bent over infront of Wendell. Looking out through his aviators he now saw that a couple in the back of the crowd were making out. He removed his fingers, grabbed Guy's hips and started working the strap-on into Guy.

"AHHHH!" Eddie's voice was high and almosst feminine.

The strap on was pushing back against Wendell's new clit. Officer Stella's clit was quite large and actually highly visible from the outside. He started pounding and the sensation was pleasing, but he was at no risk of cumming. Guy on the other hand, was moaning, crying out and worked up into a frenzy.

"FUCK YES! FUCK ME! LIKE THE SISSY I AM!" He was drooling, and followed "MAKE ME FUCKING CUM! LIKE THE SLUT I AM!"

Wendell, pounding, could see the frilly skirt and Guy's ass, but not his cock. He leaned to the side and looked at the ground between Guy's feet, and soon-

"YESSS-S-S-SS-S" Guy was cumming, and Wendell could see the pale mess dripping onto the ground. Wendell waited until Guy began to cool of a bit and eased his pumping, coming to a stop. He pulled the strap-on out slowly, and then turned his attention to the crowd once more. They were excited, cheering and strangely, generally aroused by the display. Wendell, helped a disoriented Guy back upright.

"Did I just get fucked in front of a crowd?" Guy asked incredulously.

"Hike those up," Wendell said, "and let's get out of here." Wendell had to quickly escort a dazed, and shaky Guy through the crowd by his arm. With the cuffs, he actually felt like he was arresting a suspect.

--

The two had returned to the bathroom of Arlen Hall, to drop off the two skins, return to their original clothes and leave before anyone could figure out what was going on. Wendell had yanked off Officer Stella in a stall, and when he exited, Guy was still in Eddie White and studying himself in the mirror. He was giving the wig a few careful brushes with his hand, and looking over Eddie's face.

"Guy?" Wendell got no response. "GUY!"

"Huh? Oh uh...yeah I'm coming."

"We have to hurry here you know? We just fucked in front a very large crowd and somebody probably saw us come in here. These two need to wake up alone in here, and we need to get out, yeah?"

"Uhh...yeah..."Guy said, and he reluctantly took off Eddie White.

Oh boy. What did I do to him? Is he always gonna be like this now? Not that I actually dislike it of course...