It was time for a little makeup. Some blue above the eyes to bring themout. A little color in the cheeks to harden the lines. Deep redlipstick to make... the lips look kissable. What was I missing? Should Ipaint the fingernails. Would it be too much? I had already done allthis, what would a little more color do?I painted my fingernails with a deep red to match the lipstick. Afterletting it dry, I went to finish dressing. Settling the dress over myhead and pulling it into place, I looked almost. Then the conversation turned toboys. One of the girls asked me if I had a boyfriend and to my surprise Isaid no but I'd really like to. I started to tell myself in my head that itwasn't true. I didn't like boys! I was a boy and I liked girls! It didn'tmatter though. We kept talking about it. Then I was asked about what sizecock I like best. This time I noticed it was Mindy that was asking me. Itried to respond to her and say I don't like cocks at all but all that cameout was I love big cocks!. We ran into a big problem when Carla’s boyfriend tried to force me to stop going to help her. Jacob Davis was an all-star athlete in football and wrestling. I was and still am the ultimate nerd. I was 6’ 0” and weighed 135 lbs. I am also very stubborn. I got a couple of beatings from him before Carla told him that if he didn’t stop harassing me, they were done.Luckily Jacob didn’t do any damage other than a few bruises. However, I managed to get a large portion of the athletes to also work on. Their pets arranged before them on their knees; I had a grandstand view, and Elaine sat behind me, holding my head to ensure I did not look away.The whimpering male was asked by his smiling mistress if he knew why he was there and if he wanted to proceed. With a broken voice, he confirmed that he recognised he was a slave to his balls and wanted to give them up for his mistress, and for womanhood. This was greeted by cheers and a round of applause by the eager audience; some women comforted.