chapter 16

Eyes snapping open, Gabe found himself back in the hotel room. Sweat sprinkled across his brow, he took a few deep breaths to collect himself. The porn version of a stewardess uniform was gone and he was back to wearing the comfortable pink pajamas. The feminine attire was dreadful, but after what he had just imagined it was a safe harbor in a storm. Feeling a bit despondent he went to hug himself, wanting to calm his nerves, but as he did his hand touched an arm. Slender, slightly warm with soft skin, it belonged to one of the girls. Freezing in place, hand still gently touching the girl's arm, his situation bloomed in his waking mind. Each passing second a few uncomfortable truths dancing through his sleepy mind.

He was lying in between two girls, in the center of what he could only call a cuddle pile with two female students. While he was on his back, Sarah was on her side facing him, her head resting partially on the corner of her pillow and his shoulder, her long blonde hair partially dropped over her face and spilling out onto him.

While Jennifer seemed to be fully treating him like he was her personal body pillow. Arm reaching across his midsection so that she could hold his side and leg draped over his left leg. Worst of all he had a raging erection and felt like the panties that contained it felt wet. Gabe hadn’t wet the bed since he was a child and unless that had just changed it left only one other idea what could have happened.

Very much feeling like he needed to flee the scene and get away from the girls before he was indicted as a pervert he pulled himself free from the girls and literally leapt from the bed. Landing hard on the floor, he didn’t look back and wasn’t going to just stand there. Darting to the bathroom with panicked movements to get into the bathroom for some much needed privacy. Unfortunately his chaotic escape stirred most of the residents of the room from their own slumber.

In the bathroom with the door shut he prayed no one woke to him rushing to the bathroom. Lately no issue seemed to come at him one at a time, it was always a barrage. With time to sit and think, he believed he could get through just about anything, but with things coming so fast and piling up he didn’t seem to have the time to sort through any of it. He still felt the fatigue from the day before, his mouth was parched, his heart was thumping in his chest in a steady rhythm, all while his mind felt like it was swimming, still under the effects of the ****.

Despite all of that, he looked down, only to have a big part of his vision blocked by his faux bosom thanks to the stuffed bra and lack of light in the room. He could feel the problem, despite it all he still felt aroused. Rubbing his tongue across his teeth to build up some saliva he slapped the wall, feeling around for the light switch.

Squinting in the light Gabe was able to see himself in the mirror, the sight of himself bringing back a notion his brain had assigned to the pink fuzzy pajamas, he was in a sort of prison. It felt as if he was still in the horrible dream. In the mirror was a version of him, one that could pass for a disheveled teen girl with her messy bedhead and smeared makeup. Slightly shaking his head, Gabe watched as the girl did the same. “Be a dream, be a dream.” Gabe said slapping his face a little harder than he meant to, causing his intoxicated self to feel as if he was about to lose his balance. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth he waited for things to stop spinning.

With a slight whimper he looked down to his crotch, seeing a small wet spot and a much more noticeable bulge. Gabriel knew he didn’t have the biggest package, but it stood out in stark contrast to the rest of his appearance. His dick pressed out against the panties he wore and the pink pajama pants. Reaching down he cupped his member, giving it a slight squeeze before rubbing it once.

The soft lacy panties rubbed against his still hard member. The cause of his sudden waking came to his **** mind, while parts of the dream were slipping away he could remember the male members in his face, pressing into his lips and sliding into his mouth. He had looked like some buxom stewarts slut and not only had he cum in his own panties, a thought disturbing enough on its own on more than one level, but he was still hard.

Gabriel watched porn like most people and while fucking a flight attendant hadn’t been on his search history he had watched a video or two, just like he had watched videos where men were rougher with their sexual partners and somehow he was turned on by what his mind showed him. The sexy girl that desperately wanted to be fucked, but acted as if she didn’t, eventually giving in to her persuers to give them and herself pleasure. The huge problem was, he was that girl and it was like something in his subconsciousness was thrilled at how it all played out.

‘Why?’ he thought, trying to make sense of why the utterly terrifying thoughts had not only aroused him, but they had even made him cum. His balls were swimming in their own semen. The idea that any of this could be arousing at all was driving him mad.

“I am not some sex-crazed teenage girl lusting after grown men.” Gabe said to himself, before yanking his own hand away from his member that he had continued to lightly rub thanks to his arousal and not being fully awake or so he told himself. ‘I am a grown man and should be fantasizing about a stewardess swallowing my cock, not being a cock-swallowing stewardess.’ He repeated this mantra in his foggy, tired mind as he tried to set reality right as he pictured the two other stewardesses on the flight.

Leaning one hand on the sink countertop, Gabriel reached into the waistband of his pants, sliding into his panties as he let his mind think about the two blondes, but then yanked his hand away like a snake had bitten him. ‘I shouldn’t be jerking off…’ he thought, his fingertips now slightly wet from his own semen. The smell of the cum filling his nostrils, it no longer an imagined scent from his dream, but the real thing.

Holding his hand up seeing the fingertips of his index and middle finger glisten from the slightly milky clearish substance he brought his thumb up to slide it between his fingers. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had his own cum on his hand before, but he had never really looked at it. In the videos he watched, girls get it splashed on their asses, their stockinged legs, their faces. It of course was not real, it was porn, but the young women always looked so pleased after.

In the dream his mouth had been so full of the creamy substance that it had spilled out. The pilot’s cock leaving his mouth and leaving a trail of cum that slipped past his lips. Without giving it a thought he moved his fingers, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, ready to lick his fingers to actually taste the substance. Pulling his hand back, revulsion running up through his body as his stomach churned. “What am I doing?” Gabe blinked a few times, willing himself to come back to his senses.

Tapping the faucet’s hand up and to the side with his wrist he shoved his hand under the water, needing to scrub the semen from his hand, wishing he could do the same to his mind to give the sense of shame a lighter load. “Drinking on a mostly empty stomach, you know better.” Gabriel pointed to himself in the mirror with his wet hand. Despite acknowledging the mistake he wished he had more of it right now to blank out the details of this entire trip.

The pink attired man began to stare at himself in the mirror, the water still running. “What is wrong with me? No, no.” Gabe shook his head, not doing himself any favors with his pounding head. “Not me, just the stress and the booze, I’m fine, it is everyone else.” While he said everyone else, he had in his mind a specific few to be the cause of his current drama. His face was his own, yet somehow continued to be unrecognizable.

Turning his expression into something harder didn’t give him a look of someone intimidating, but he stared daggers into the reflection. ‘Gabriella… Gabby or how she was supposed to act was part of the problem. Maria had said get into the character and I did… mostly, not that I was spoiled with choices. If I didn’t play along there was going to be a visit to the police station and then it would be not just goodbye to my career, but my freedom.’

The girl in the mirror looked a mess, her makeup smeared from wearing it to bed once again and looked as if she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. He mentally cursed his feminine self, who the girl was supposed to be wasn’t just a female version of himself, not like the evil doppelganger episode of Star Trek, no she was a corrupting demon that had possessed him. Feeding lies and twisting his desires. It was easy for him to place the blame at Maria feet for all of this.

‘She pushed me to behave like some girly vapid bimbo. And… yeah, Becky. She had compared me… Gabby– to a common whore and leading me to think such sexual thoughts.’ He couldn’t remember exactly what she had said, but her blow-job hand-motion when they were talking in the bathroom at the restaurant haunted him.

‘And Sarah! She brought the ****, that is what it was, just the drink lowering my mental barriers and giving me nightmares, yeah…’ Gabe mentally ranted, hardly able to follow his own train of thought, but it all kept coming in only a way it could for someone upset and drunk.

Playing the blame game, pointing none of it in his own direction was helping Gabriel deal with what had just transpired, but it was doing little for his emotional state other than making his blood boil with rage. Everywhere he looked, at least mentally there was someone else who had conspired to ruin him. That incompetent woman at the airlines had more than likely routed his bags somewhere else, while that bitch of a hotel maid had stolen his pants and wallet.

Boiling over with anger, he closed his eyes, trying to count to ten like it was some magic spell that would dispel his overwhelming feelings. Taking in another deep breath he put his right hand back under the faucet, before yanking it back out as he felt a hot, intense pain. Snapping his eyes open he saw how fogged up the bathroom mirror was, distracted by so much he hadn’t even noticed it happening. When he had flicked the water knob up and to the side he just wanted warm water, but now it was scalding. Cradling his hand to his padded chest, Gabe cringed, keeping the scream inside that he wanted to let out. His skin was slightly red, so it wasn’t a bad burn, but still it hurt. Taking a towel from a hanger he wrapped it around his wet hand..

The pain slowly passed as he softly rubbed his hands under the towel. Turning the faucet off he slowly sank to his knees, falling the last few inches to his ass before he leaned back against the toilet. His flared emotions were gone, leaving behind a hollow feeling, along with his pounding head. Letting his head fall back, Gabe left it there on the cold surface, shifting his position so he could roll his head to feel the cool surface on his forehead.

It was becoming harder and harder for him to keep his eyes open, the level of exhaustion in him veering close enough to just passing out where he was. “Plan… I need to plan." He said thinking about what needed to happen when he got home. Sure he would no longer have to put makeup on and keep a vapid smile on his face, but the new system Banks was putting in still had to be taken care of. Nothing was coming to him at the moment and it being way too late at night for him to do anything, the tired man used what little strength he had to sit up.

As he did the cold wetness around his groin reminded him of a problem that he really did need to take care of. The smell of his seed had really hit him when he had pulled his hand out of his panties, but couldn’t risk others smelling it on him. There was no way they could find out that Gabriella had a dick and it wasn’t like she had gotten lucky to smell of sex. The fabric of his lacy panties clung to his member with the drying cum and he was not fool enough to just ignore it like he had been once upon a time in college with refusing to do laundry out of sheer laziness.

“Can’t go to bed commando…” In his sleep, he couldn’t make sure his cock stayed tucked between his legs and the last thing he needed was to wake up with morning wood showing in the pajama pants. Taking off the panties was something he needed to do, but leaving them off wasn’t an option.

Washing them in the sink could be done, but then he would just be putting on wet underwear as there was no way to properly dry them. “Come on Gabe, think, think.” He almost asked himself what a girl like Gabby would do, but he was sure, if she was a real person, the bimbo would just go to bed without underwear.

As he pulled himself up, still without any answers he saw something hanging on the towel rack just over the toilet. A pair of pink, cotton panties that he struggled to recall who they belonged to. Staring at them like they were the apple hanging from the forbidden tree in Eden it came to him. The panties belonged to Sarah, he had seen the girl wearing them before and it made him think of the activities she had been up to in the bathroom during the game. ‘She gave hand jobs, didn't she? God where were the girls like that when I went to high school? Wait, if she took them off did she do more than just give a handy? Or was she just hoping for more?’

Reaching out, he pulled the cotton thing off the rack, knowing they were much cleaner than his now cum stained lace panties. A thought that was not digesting well at all on his psyche. Rubbing the cotton material between his fingers he frowned.

Not feeling as if he had a lot of choices or time on his hands Gabriel knew he had to swallow his pride. An act that despite his exhaustion or maybe because of it was easier to do than put on his first pair of women's… girls underwear. But he could feel the cum covering his balls starting to dry up. He didn’t exactly have a lot of time.

So he swallowed his pride and stripped his pants and underwear off. Before sliding them up he soaked his towel in some cold water, not trusting the hot and washed his genitals before delicately putting on the new panties. The lacy hipster panties hugged his ass and while the pink cotton bikini panties did the same the material running across his skin brought a pleasurable shiver down his spine. Refusing to take a look at himself, with his dick tucked between his legs in the borrowed panties he pulled his legs back into the fuzzy pink pajama bottoms.

After getting the feminine pants up again, Gabriel balled up the soiled lacy underwear, wrapped it up in the towel, before stuffing it inside the plastic bag that served as a garbage bag behind the toilet. Picking up the can he put it underneath the sink in the cabinet, hoping that with luck, they’ll be long gone tomorrow before the cleaning lady even notices it.

With one thing actually taken care of for once Gabe let out a sigh of relief. Glancing at himself in the mirror. Still him, looking like a ‘her’ that was in **** need of washing her makeup off. The image didn’t bring back a spike of anger, or shame, he just felt emptiness, a good partner to exhaustion. Gabriella didn’t look like or feel like some degenerate, just a tired girl that needed to go back to bed. He briefly considered washing the mess off his face, but didn’t dare risk showing his real face, his undisguised face to his students.

The safety of the bathroom had brought him a roller coaster of emotions, almost all bad. Touching the front of his groin, that felt flat like a girl should be, he didn’t explore himself more. The ruse wasn’t a secure one and he didn’t want to dwell on anything… like the panties he wore to bring about erotic thoughts. Pulling the hand away the feminized man slapped himself across the face, this time about as hard as he intended. ‘No, no more.’ he told himself before talking to the girl in the mirror with a chuckle. “Past time for all good girls to be in bed.” The insanity of it all had him trying to contain the laughter as he flicked the lights out, his **** mind ready to go back to sleep.

As he approached the beds though, he saw that Sarah and Jennifer had shifted around in their sleep. The spot he had previously been sleeping in, now had Sarah’s arm and leg stretched out over it. Shoving the girl so he could take his spot back seemed like a bad idea, sleeping next to her while wearing her underwear sounded like a horrible idea. Turning his head he gazed at the shadowy figures in the other bed. The boy’s were sleeping back to back, unlike the girls who seemed to reach for each other, anyone really that was next to them.

With the boy’s doing their best to not give the impression of being gay like the teenagers they were, it left what Gabe considered the correct amount of room for him to get some sleep. Not wanting to disturb the girls and the other options being the floor with now no pillow or blanket and the boys, Gabe sighed in defeat and crawled into the boy’s bed with his back facing Jake. Getting in the bed caused it to shift slightly and as the exhausted petite man pulled the covers up he felt one of the other bed’s occupants shift as well. That was when he felt the bearded teen’s arm wrap around his waist and pull him closer.

An all too familiar panic started to rise in Gabe, but when he heard the soft snore he let out the breath he had instantly held. ‘Just sleeping…’ Feeling the taller boy nuzzle into his hair was a bit irritating, but at this point shoving him away would just wake him up and possibly others up as well. Being spooned wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, sleeping with his head on a girl’s chest was better.

Still it was comfortable and all Gabe had to do was remind himself that only children worried about looking gay because they were touching before he was able to accept his fate. A fate he would have still fought against, if he just had the energy too. ‘At least I’m comfortable.’ was his last drunken thought before sleep took him once more.