The Pub

‘Well the boys have all gone to the pub, so I guess that’s where we’re going too”, said Ann. I gulped and reconciled myself with the thought that the others would look after me.

The pub was just across the road and was far from full. The boys had all moved into one of the side rooms and there was enough space on the other side of that room for all the girls to sit together. Someone was taking orders and I was asked what I wanted. I would have drunk a pint but I was a girl now so what I should drink should be more in keeping with my position. So, I said a tonic water. When it came, she said “I put a vodka in it because I think you’ll need it”.

Then I was being asked how I felt. My wife was not next to me so I felt a bit exposed. I said I was nervous but grateful for their support and looking after me. I was quizzed on my saying I wanted to be a girl. I said I didn’t want to be one permanently. I’ll be happy to change back tomorrow or even later tonight. This was a well-established group and we all knew each other. The group had started as a wife swapping group and still had occasional parties. In fact, there was one planned that weekend. My wife and I had been looking forward to it so I needed to change back before then.

There had been some conversations off to one side that I had not heard and a couple of the girls had wandered over to the men and were deep in conversation with some of them. I was quite prepared to go over and join my friends but Ann indicated that I should stay where I was for the moment. Eventually the others returned and spoke with the other girls. I still couldn’t hear what was being said. Anyway, I was being quizzed on how I felt in a dress and how I’d coped with the heels. I felt very modestly dressed apart from the boobs, which were larger and had more impact on me than anything else.

Then Ann asked “How would I feel about remaining a girl for the weekend”. I said “It sounds very nice but we’ve got the party this weekend and I can’t really go like this”. “That’s true”, said Ann, “but we’ve decided that you should go and that we will make sure you have some more appropriate clothes, and that you look the part!” The first part sounded fine – a reversion to shirt and trousers but what did the second part mean. Then I realised that she meant I should go as a girl. “I can’t do that”, I said, “I’m not a real girl and I can’t go with men”.

“You said you wanted to be a girl, and that is what girls do. You will get to experience really being a girl. We’ve discussed it with your wife and she is in total agreement. There is always space for spare girls and now we will have two of them”. “We’ve discussed it with the boys and they are in total agreement. We will all make sure you are looked after”

“I need to go to the loo” I said. “The ladies is the other side of the pub” someone said. Oops, I knew that the gents was on this side of the pub but I needed the ladies in this attire. Feeling very embarrassed I got up and walked through the pub to the ladies. I did get more than a few looks along the way.

And on the way back! As I re-entered the room, I had to pass by the boys table. I suddenly felt a hand on my leg which rapidly moved up towards my bum. “I hear you are coming to our party” said Allan “We are all looking forward to that! And they all laughed” He gave my bum a squeeze and I blushed red. The girls all looked and laughed. “It will be worse tomorrow”, they said.

I was stuck, I could not see a way out of this without spoiling the relationship with the group. “I’ve nothing to wear” (stock comment) was countered by “We have plenty that will fit you and we will do your hair and make-up – Of course you may not be wearing it for long…..” “I’ve never done anything like this before” “Oh so you’re a virgin – well you won’t be after tomorrow night” “I can’t do that” “But you want to be a girl – losing your virginity is part of that.”

“So, are you up for it or do you want to go home?”. “My wife then chipped in “She’s up for it”. I was sunk.

But should I escape while I still could…