FROM PAULY TO POLLY by Throne (Patreon)

FROM PAULY TO POLLY by Throne

The two blond girls were sitting at their kitchen table having coffee.  Their tank tops and running shorts showed off big busts and shapely legs.  It wasn't difficult to tell that they were dancers at a strip club.

"So," Megan wanted to know, "what are we going to do with Pauly?"

"I'm not sure," Crystal said.  "In the couple of months that we've been renting this house he's been a good neighbor.  Quiet and never a bother."  She gave a deprecating snort, as if to contradict what she had just said.  

"Never a bother," Megan repeated.  "Except for peeping at us from his second story windows."

"Especially when we're sunbathing."

"He's probably playing with himself while he's drooling over us.  I keep thinking he needs to be taught a lesson."

"How about educating him about his bad habits and, at the same time, having some fun for ourselves."

"You must be reading my mind," said Megan.

"Does what you're thinking include turning him into our plaything?" Crystal asked with a sly smile.

"You're psychic," Megan told her with a laugh.  "Let's put together a plan."

"I'm sure he doesn't know we spotted him ogling us, so we have the advantage of surprise."

"Yeah."  Megan pulled back her arms to thrust out her sizable boobs.  "And the perfect bait."

On Friday, after he returned from his menial job as a computer drone in a large office, Pauly got undressed and put on a T-shirt and jeans.  He was short and unimpressively built, with a rebellious mop of auburn hair.   It had been a warm day and he hoped he might still be able to spend time ogling the girls next door in their skimpy bikinis, or even going topless.  He had become obsessed with their oversized breasts which, despite their obvious weight, seemed to defy gravity.  He was on his way to the window in his bedroom, already undoing his jeans, when there was a knock on the door.  It was probably someone wanting him to get solar panels, he told himself, so he should just ignore it.  But then he figured he'd better check in case it was something important.  When he opened the door, he was stunned to see tall Megan smiling down at him, wearing a crop top and mini-shorts.  She flipped back her cascade of golden hair.

"Hi, there," she said,  "I'm Megan from next door."

When she stopped speaking and eyed him expectantly, he realized he was supposed to introduce himself.  "Oh.  I'm Pauly."

"Well, Pauly, my roommate Crystal and I were hoping you could come over so we could get to know you properly."  She added honey to her words as she said, "If you can spare some time for us."

His mouth went dry and his throat tried to close.  He swallowed with difficulty and managed to say, "I guess we could pick a time and..."

"No, silly," the hot girl interrupted.  "I mean right now."  She put a hand on his bare forearm.  Her voice turned coyly plaintive as she said, "Please?"  She pushed out her lower lip.

"Well... I mean..."  He consciously took a breath before telling her, "Okay.  I guess.  If it's all right with your roommate."

"Oh, yes.  She's eager to meet you, Pauly."  Megan gripped his forearm and gave a playful tug.  "Come on, sweetie."

When she let go, turned away, and began walking, his eyes fastened on her swaying backside.  Her shorts were so brief that he got a peek at the bottom of each cheek.  He had seen that from his spy perch, but to be so up close and personal was different.  His cock gave a twitch.  He looked down to be sure it wasn't making a telltale bump.  There was no giveaway sign, not that it would be big if there was, as his dick was short and unimpressive.  He hurried to catch up to the gorgeous blond.  She led him to the gate in her stockade fence and opened it.  With her holding it out of the way he passed through, stealing a sidelong glance at her desirable boobs.  Crystal was stretched out on a lounge chair, as skimpily attired as her friend.  It was obvious that neither of them wore a bra.  Pauly was in some kind of sex-nerd heaven.

Megan introduced, "This is Crystal.  She and I are very close."

That gave Pauly visions of lesbian interactions.  He exhaled and said, "Very nice to meet you."

She spread her legs, giving him a peek of how barely covered her crotch was.  Then she stood up and suggested, "Why don't we go inside and get out of the sun?"

The three of them went into the house.  Megan got him to sit on the sofa with her.  Crystal went to the kitchen and mixed him a drink.  She came back and put it into his hand, then pantomimed that he should sample it.  He took a sip and found it sweet, with an under-taste of alcohol.  Wanting to appear as manly as possible, he took a bigger swallow of it, even though his capacity for booze wasn't very high.  By the second gulp he was feeling its effects.

Crystal wanted to know, "Is it okay, Pauly?  Not too strong?"

"No, it's fine."

"Could l have your opinion on something?" she wanted to know.

"Okay.  Sure.  Anything."

Standing in front of him, she yanked up the front of her cut-off top and let her very full breasts pop free.  His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.

She innocently asked, "They're all natural now.  Do you think I should get them made bigger?  At the club where Megan and I dance, that can get you bigger tips."

He goggled at her exposed chest.  Alongside him, Megan flashed her own outstanding assets.  "How about mine?"

Crystal sat by Pauly, so that he was hemmed in by the pair of beauties and their pairs of beauties.  He was in some form of mild shock.  Each of them put a hand on one of his thighs, rather high up.

Megan said, "I think we'd all be more comfortable in the bedroom."

"That sounds terrific," Crystal seconded.

Pauly was speechless.  Their fingers quested further toward his now stiff pecker.  He went along numbly as they herded him to their destination.  Both of them were still bare-chested, so it seemed natural when Megan pulled up his T-shirt and got it over his head.  Then Crystal knelt to undo his jeans and lower his fly.  She got him to sit on the edge of the bed and remove his shoes.  Then Megan pushed him onto his back so she could work his pants down and take possession of them.  Finally, Crystal leaned over him to hook her forefingers under the waistband of his jockey shorts.  She paused, smiled seductively, and whisked his final bit of clothing down and off.  Megan gathered up everything he had been wearing and hurried out of the room.

"Hey," Pauly said in alarm.  "Where's she going with my clothes?"

He was still on his back.  Crystal put her hands on his thighs and leaned forward, so that her breasts hung like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.

She asked, "Is that really your big concern?  My friend is just putting your stuff someplace where it won't get messed up if we... you know... get busy in here."

"Right," he said and nodded.  "That makes sense."

Megan reappeared, now emptyhanded.  She smiled at Crystal, who straightened up and stepped back.  Both females covered their desirable boobs.  They looked down at their naked neighbor, specifically at his unspectacular genitals.

Crystal continued her previous thought with, "Of course, for us to start playing around in here, you'd have to have something for us to play with.  What we need is something supersize.  What I'm seeing is less than bitesize."

The young women pointed at his tiny dick, which was halfway engorged, and laughed.  He clapped his hands over his crotch.

"Okay," Pauly said as he sat up.  "Just give me back my clothes... please... and I'll leave."

"No can do," Megan said with an obviously feigned expression of sympathy.  "They're in the basement."  His look of incomprehension made her add, "I put them down the laundry chute."

"You have to go and get them.  Or I'll go."

Crystal said, "You could, if the basement door wasn't locked."  She turned to Megan.  "Do you remember where we put the key?"

Megan pursed her lips and appeared thoughtful.  "Honestly, I don't.  So, I guess Pauly will have to stay bare-ass naked."

"You can't leave me like this.  Gimme back my clothes."

"Don't raise your voice," Crystal warned.  "We might have to call the cops and tell them there's an undressed pervert who snuck into our home."

"No!"  He held up supplicating hands.  "Don't do that."

"Glad to hear you're thinking clearly," Megan congratulated.  "Now let's talk about how you've been eyeballing us from your upstairs window."

"I..."  He was obviously shocked that they knew about that.  "I didn't do it much.  And I only recorded you a few times."

The girls glanced at each other.  They hadn't known he was videoing them.  Their thirst for paybacks rose dramatically.

"What would be fair," Crystal improvised, "would be for us to make some videos of you in our backyard."

"You know," Megan lied, "I think we might even have something for Pauly to put on for his starring role in a mini-movie."

"Yeah," Crystal agreed.  "Then we'll feature his mini-pecker in a mini-movie."

Of course, their plan had already included a special wardrobe for him to model.  They had even brought home some goodies from the club where they danced, including pieces of cast-off costumery and a few items contributed by the other girls.

Pauly wrapped his arms around himself.  "I guess I have to go along with whatever it is you want me to do," he conceded sullenly.

"Don't be such a Gloomy Gus," Megan advised.  "We want you to look happy in our short feature."

"Happy and well-dressed," Crystal offered.  "Or undressed."  She giggled.  "Let me show you some of your fashion choices."

From the closet she took a cardboard box, which she set on the bed beside him.  Opening it, she took out a glittery G-string.

"Try this on, Pauly," she told him.  "Or maybe we had better call you Polly."

"I can't put that on," he objected.

Megan held her hand up alongside her face, as if she was holding a phone.  "Hello?  Police?  Could you send out a couple of officers.  We have a dangerous freak in our house and he's naked.  You can identify him by his incredibly small prick and balls, and an almost complete lack of pubic hair, as well as practically no body hair."

Paul saw the hopelessness of his situation.  He slumped in defeat, then stood up and accepted the barely-there bit of covering.  It was designed to be easily put on and removed.  The girls helped him get it around his narrow hips.  Then they had him strut around the room a few times, with each circuit making him adapt an increasingly feminine stride, until he was convincingly unmanly.

"All right," Crystal announced.  "Outside, so we can begin your premiere screen appearance.  Maybe we'll call it PRETTY POLLY."

"Or PERVY POLLY."

They took the box with them.  Looking thoroughly miserable, Pauly let himself be walked out the back door and into the fenced yard.  He turned his eyes to the upstairs window of his own home, wishing he was back there, gazing down hungrily at the girls.  They ruffled up his light-brown hair, to make it more girly.  Then he had to assume a series of marginally erotic poses while they captured images of him.  Then he had to duplicate the walk he had mastered inside, while he was recorded.  Megan commented that his blushing added color to his cheeks.  Crystal mentioned that there was some make-up in the box, which was on the round umbrella table.  Pauly cringed but didn't attempt to escape as they took turns working on his face.  There was mascara and eye shadow, followed by lipstick and blush.  Several close-ups of his face were taken.

"Wow!" Crystal enthused.  "His pickle is so tiny that it's like there's nothing inside that G-string."

"And we made his face so sexy that he really has the dancer look to go with it."

"Except he looks more like he should be performing in a tranny club."

"Right.  Sissy Polly, with the mini-meat."

"Real guys have sausage cocks.  All this one's got is a pig-in-a-blanket, except without the blanket."

Megan aimed her camera at his groin.  "Pull down your G-string, Polly, so we can see your poor excuse for a penis."

They chuckled when he exposed his itty-bitty cause-for-pity.  Crystal made him play with it.  When he didn't get a full erection, she had him finger his nipples.  Soon he had achieved an unimpressive stiffy.  It was under four inches and slender, with a disproportionately small head.  He was told to bounce on his heels, to make it bob up and down.  At last, they let him cover back up, but then he had to turn around and wag his bottom, before looking back over his bare shoulder to stick his tongue out like a bratty girl.

Megan decided, "This is too good to keep to ourselves.  There should be an early shift ending at the club right about now.  I'll call and invite whoever's leaving to stop by and have a few laughs."

"Super.  Tell them to pick up some wine."

"Wait!"  Pauly's eyes were wide.  With the cosmetics around them, the effect was exaggerated.  His mouth, brightly colored with a glistening shade called Juicy Raspberry, hung open.  He was finally able to say, "You can't let anyone else see me like this."

"Oh, boo-hoo," Megan mocked.  "Pansy Polly doesn't want to share her new look.  Don't worry.  Everyone will think you're just adorable."

She hit a number on her phone and made the invitation, along with the request to bring some potent potables.  Pauly stood there shaking his head.

In a desperate whisper he said, "At least give me something to cover up more with."

"Certainly," said Crystal.  "I'm sure there are some appropriately slutty things in this box."

The girls happily rummaged through the contents.  First, they came up with a pair of fishnet stockings.  He didn't want to wear them but decided it was better to go along and maybe get enough that he wouldn't feel so naked.  They had to teach him how to sit on the edge of a chair and roll the stockings up his legs.  Then there was a crop-top that left his midriff bare.  It was pale pink and had the word SWEET written across the chest in large cursive letters.  That was followed by fingerless gloves that matched the stockings.  Finally, there were ballet slippers, pink like his abbreviated shirt.  Pauly wasn't happy with what they had put him in.  When he tried to object, Megan grabbed him by the hair and marched him back inside, and to the kitchen.  She bent him over and made him grip the seat of a chair.

She told him, "You had better stay like that, if you know what's good for you."

Crystal went to an earthenware jug on the counter that was filled with various large utensils.  She selected a wooden spatula and slapped it against the palm of her hand, then told the quivering young man, "For the crime of daring to talk back to us, you are hereby sentenced to ten smacks on your bottom."

"Hold on," Megan interrupted.  "As an official of this court, I am increasing that to twenty.  Ten from each of us.  I want his butt cheeks attractively marked so our friends can admire what we've done."

"Noted and entered into the official record.  Twenty swats with the wooden whacker."

Pauly whimpered but was afraid to speak, because it might earn him more punishment.  He felt so vulnerable and exposed, in that stripper attire, with so much skin on display.  He wanted to get it over with but his captors were in no hurry.  They allowed his dread to mount while they lightly patted his bare buns with the kitchen tool and discussed how they would proceed.

"I want it even on both sides," Crystal declared.

"A nice bright pink, shading into red."

"We should take our time, to let the message sink in."

"Right.  This needs to be a teachable moment, so Polly learns not to make the same mistake again."

They seemed to sense it when he at last let down his guard.  That was the moment that Crystal swung hard and produced a loud splat, accompanied by his pained yelp.  He shifted his feet and Megan declared that his movement meant the stroke didn't count.  He bit his lips and promised himself he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing him suffer during the rest of his correction.  That lasted only until Crystal swung again.  He squealed but managed not to move his feet.  She proceeded through the rest of her turn.  He counted and was sure she had added one extra to the total but was too intimidated to speak up.  His bottom was blazing.  She put her hand on it to feel the warmth she had caused.  Then, while standing where Pauly could see, she ceremoniously handed the spatula to Megan, who responded with a curt formal bow.

"Are you ready?" Megan wanted to know.

"Yes," Pauly said in a chastened voice.

"For sure?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything you would like to say before the rest of your sentence is carried out?"

"What?  I mean, it's just that..."

Her conversational distraction had gotten him to let down his guard.  When he least expected it, she hit fast and hard, four blows in rapid succession.  He yowled and his knees almost buckled.  A shudder ran through him.  Megan mentally counted down from six, giving him enough time to almost but not quite catch his breath, and then she blasted his bottom with the final half dozen.  He nearly lost his balance.  Pauly ended up with one knee on the seat of the chair.

"Oh my," Crystal said with mock concern.  "That change of position is a violation of spanking protocol.  I'm afraid it will cost you the same number again, Polly.  But not right now because our guests should be arriving soon.  Take your colorful ass into the bathroom, at the end of the hall, and give the floor a quick wiping.  There's a bucket and sponge, along with some cleanser, in the cabinet under the sink.  Now get moving, sweetie, if you don't want even more pain and suffering inflicted on your sissy sitter."

In a confused daze, he straightened up and stumbled from the room.  Soon he was on hands and knees, using the sponge around the base of their toilet.  He heard someone at the front door and then multiple female voices chatting.  The sounds grew nearer.

From behind him, Megan said, "This is Polly, who lives next door.  He's a freak with a baby dick who thinks it's okay to spy on girls and record them."

Pauly wanted to run away and hide.  Whoever had just arrived was seeing him in his feminine outfit, what little there was of it.

Crystal volunteered, "We had to smack his fanny because he wouldn't behave.  I'm proud of the job we did of coloring it."

"Looks sore," remarked their friend without sympathy.

Pauly was so humiliated that he didn't want to look back and see who was there.  Making eye contact would be too painful.  But then the girl came into the bathroom.  She was tall and even bustier than his neighbors.  Her auburn hair had a reddish tint to it.  Her dress was cut low up top and high at the bottom.  She had on red boots that started just below her knees and featured square toes and blocky heels.  She sat on the toilet's lid and sneered down at him.

"So, you like to sneak peeks at girls," she said.  "You owe me an apology."

"I owe... you?"

"Right.  For doing that to my girlfriends."

"Okay.  I'm sorry."

"That didn't sound sincere.  Let's hear it again.  And use my name.  I'm Jewel."

"I'm very sorry for peeping on your two friends, Jewel."

"And for jerking off while you did it."

"And for jerking...  Hey, wait a minute."

She accused, "You played with yourself while you were gawking at them, didn't you?"

"Well..."  He was shamefaced.  "... just a little."

"A little because your dick is so little.  Now you're really going to have to work to convince me you mean it.  Why don't you... hmmm... kiss my boots?"

"I can't do that."

"Sure.  If you'd rather not, I can just kick you with them, right in the nuggets.  Which is it going to be?  Kisses or kicks?"

He gagged.  "Fine.  I'll kiss them.  Can I wipe them off first?"

"You can lick them off first, if you want to."  She crossed one leg over the other.

"No.  Never mind.  It's all right."

He puckered up and kissed the lower boot, starting at the toe and working his way up.  Then he started on the other one, beginning high and going down.

When he reached the instep she told him, "That's not too bad but I still need more proof that you mean it.  Lick the sole."

Pauly made a sour face.  "You mean the bottom?"

"That's where the sole is.  Now get your tongue out and make me believe.  Take nice long licks."

He whimpered but adjusted his position and angled his head.  Pauly's tongue ran across the underside of her boot, from arch to toe, multiple times.  She tilted her other foot, so only the heel was on the floor.  To reach that sole he had to lie with the side of his face on the cold tile floor.  It was utterly humiliating.  The other two girls watched and smirked as he debased himself.  Just as he was finishing, there was another knock on the front door.  Megan went to answer it.  Jewel decided she wanted to find out if Pauly could get his mouth around the thick heel of her boot.  He had to lie on his back while she suspended it over his widely stretched jaws.  The seated girl brought it down slowly until it was partly inserted into his yawning mouth.  That was when Megan reappeared, with five other girls.  Pauly had a weird worm's-eye view of them.  He could even catch a glimpse under their short skirts.  It was strangely erotic.

One of the new arrivals, a tall Black girl who the others called Midnight, looked down at him with a curled lip.  "So, you have a freaky peeper?  Want me to slam my foot into his balls, which must be pretty small, judging from how empty that G-string is."

Megan chortled.  "Oh, he's definitely underequipped down there.  Hey, Polly, show the girls your boy-parts."

Jewel extracted her heel from his mouth and he whined, "Do I have to?"

Midnight offered, "You do if you don't want me to turn your grapes into grape jelly."

He rushed to uncover his genitals.  A wave of merriment broke over him.  The girls were quick to insult his manhood.

"I didn't know they made them so small."

"Is that a dick or a roll of dimes?"

"If I gave him a lap dance, I wouldn't even be able to tell if he got hard."

"That baby pecker would never get near my pussy."

"Or my mouth.  No girl would want to associate with such a joke."

A redhead called Scarlet, taller and more zaftig than the others, decided, "We're too crowded in here.  Let's take Polly-Anna out to the living room and then we can all get drinks."  Pauly rolled over and sat up, his muscles sore.  He started to rise when Scarlet stopped him and said, "You can give me a ride.  Get on all fours."  She straddled him and sat her broad ass on his back.  He groaned at her considerable weight.  She lifted her feet and pulled them back, making sure he was carrying the full burden.  Pauly got out of the bathroom and carried her to the living room.  She decided to stay there and use him as her personal seat, though she did put her feet back on the floor.  Her tiny dress had ridden up, so that her bottom was directly against his skin, with thong panties doing nothing to limit contact.  She wriggled her hips atop him.  When he exhaled sharply, Scarlet wanted to know, "What's the matter, Polly-Wolly?  Am I getting your tiny prick hard?"

"No."

"So," she accused, "you're saying I'm not sexy enough to turn you on?"

"I didn't say that," he insisted with a note of sulkiness.

"Then you're saying you want to get all stiff and let everybody see that you're less of a shower and more of a grower."

"I'm not...  I never..."  He sniffled.  "You're being unfair."

"The virgin says I'm being unfair," Scarlet remarked.

Pauly shot back, "I never admitted that I'm a... That is, I've been with girls and..."

Scarlet finished the thought for him, "You've been with girls and never gotten past them seeing that miniature man-thing.  Confess, wimp.  You're a virgin."

"Only because... " He sighed heavily.  "Yes, I've never gone all the way."

"Except with your hand."  He blushed pink.  Scarlet reminded him, "We still have to see how enormous your dingus gets when you get all revved up.  Give it some tugging love."

He reluctantly took hold of his short slim penis.  To his shame he had to stroke it in front of that gaggle of girls.  He was in such a nervous dither that it didn't respond.

A slender Asian girl stepped forward.  "I know what you need to get you started."  She lifted the front of his cut-off top to bare his nipples.  "Let me play with those magic buttons.  I'll bet their sensitive like a girl's."

Someone encouraged, "Turn him on, Ling."

Alcohol had started appearing.  There was wine in stemmed glasses and mixed drinks in lo-ball ones.  Ling got her fingers on Pauly's chest.  She diddled his nipples and made him gasp.  It also got his pecker to rise.  When the onlookers saw how little length and girth it gained, they thought it was hilariously funny.  Ling rubbed up against him, first belly-to-belly, and then turning around to give him a sort of standing lap dance.   By the time she finished he was trembling all over.

Another of the girls, a slender blond named Zee, who had punkish spiked hair, was enjoying a very large tropical drink with two straws in it.  After it was half gone, she set it on the floor between her feet.  She invited, "Hey, Polly, come and finish my drink."  He approached her but, when he bent to pick up the glass, she told him to get down there and use the straw.  The others saw what was happening and watched Pauly get sink to his knees, so he could bring his mouth low enough to reach the straw.  That put his abused bottom in the air where everyone could get a clear view of it.  Pauly sucked the sweet drink through the straw.  The earlier drink was still affecting him.  This would put him over his limit but he decided he needed more to get him through whatever came next.  Already he could feel it going to his head.  He turned his eyes upward and saw that Zee didn't have any panties on under her miniskirt.  Instead of a triangle of pubic hair she had just a landing strip, which had been dyed bright yellow.  After the glass was drained, he stood up unsteadily.  Midnight and Ling supported him between them.

A very fit Latina named Angie said, "Hey, that Polly is so pretty already that we ought to touch up her face.  Give her a bolder look and help her get in touch with her sissy side, which is obviously just waiting to take over."  She rummaged in her copious shoulder bag and came out with lipstick and gloss.  "Who else has something they don't want or that's almost used up, to contribute to the Polly Beautification Project?"  Several more items were passed to her.  She sat Pauly on the sofa and lined up her arsenal of cosmetics on the low coffee table.  Angie went to work, layering everything over the previous cosmetics, applying eye shadow, mascara, blush, and then her own lipstick, a shade called Magenta Madness, on top of which she put a coat of gloss to make his mouth shiny.  Then Pauly, a bit tipsily, had to parade around the room and show off his new look to everyone.  He had forgotten the tips he was given earlier, so they all coached him on how to move and hold himself.  He was ordered to make his voice higher and softer.  Hands stroked his fishnet stockings.  Someone got water and soaked his abbreviated top, so that it became see-through.  His shame kept mounting.

Scarlet wanted to know, "If that big house next door is Polly's, who else lives there?"

"Yeah, Poofy," said Ling, intentionally changing his name to match his new look.  "You don't have all that space to just yourself, do you?"

"I do," he said in his altered voice.  "I sort of inherited it."

"Whoa," Midnight exclaimed.  "I see where this is going.  We always have girls at the club who are getting tossed out by their boyfriends, or ditched by their roommates, and they need a place to stay."

"Plus, there's the new hires," Angie contributed.  "They have to have somewhere to crash till they get their own cribs."

"And there's lots of times," Ling offered, "when somebody just wants a change of scene or whatever."

Megan said, "I'm sure Poofy would love to have company."

"Any girls who stayed there," Crystal suggested, "could make sure he doesn't peep on us anymore.  But they could also play with him so he could still have fun.  Lots of teasing..." she started.

"... but no finishing," Megan concluded.  "Not unless he does it by hand, under female supervision."

"I'd like to see that," Scarlett said, and all the others agreed that they'd enjoy it too.

So, the decision was made.  Starting that evening, Pauly was never left alone.  Whichever girls were there flaunted their bodies at him, made lewdly suggestive comments, and never tired of teasing him with their nimble fingers.  There were spankings, usually by hand and over someone's lap, almost every evening.  Usually, he ended up with a girl in his bed, so close he could inhale her scent and feel her body heat, but not available for what he wanted most.  They were allowed to touch him but he was forbidden to do the same to them.  It was maddening.  The only relief he got was when they made a show of him playing with himself.  It was terribly embarrassing but the alternative was to not be allowed to ejaculate at all.  He was too uncomfortable at work to try to sneak a quick one-hander in the restroom.  His entire virgin sex life took place at home and it was always under the most trying circumstances.

The girls settled on just calling him Polly.  He was never allowed to wear male clothes at the house.  Someone arranged for him to work from there, on his home computer, so he could dress girly 24/7.  Often, as he was lying in bed at night, in a filmy baby doll nightie, alongside some incredibly desirable stripper, or even between two of them, desperately horny, he thought back to his old life.  He longed to return to it and yet... and yet... and yet...

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