Joe was the last to leave the auditorium after the Womanless Beauty Pageant that night at the campus auditorium. He was 5'11, 150 lbs, extremely handsome and slender, with bright light brown eyes, slim nose, smooth, athletic legs and a rather stocky rear, which is why his girlfriend Meghan talked him into the charity event. She figured once she dolled him up, he would be very passable. She was right. She decided he'd be a redhead, so she embellished him with a fiery wig, a short black sequined mini-dress, a push-up bra with falsies and impeccably applied makeup.
He (she) was a vision, and extremely passable. One would also say very sexy.
The event ended a few hours later, and as he was leaving he noticed he had a flat tire. Meghan offered to wait with him, but she looked exhausted from the evenings events, as he was, so he decided to wait for the roadside assistant driver to come and fix it solo. Of course, they take forever, and the last car drove off 20 min prior, followed by the tow driver a few minutes later. He had a rock in the door, holding it open after he mentioned to the janitor who also left prior that he would lock up...and went back in for his purse.
Just as he bent over on a bench near the door to grab it -- as his mini-skirt rose high enough to show off his smooth legs -- an admirer eyeing the view stepped out of the shadows, and grabbed him by the waist. He attempted to holler out, but a firm hand clamped over his ruby red lips, keeping him quiet.
"Hhh...mmmph! Mmmpgpf!" "Nmmmpf!" he protested, but the large hand tightly covered his mouth fully, effectively muffling his rant.
"Weeelll, what have we here?" the gravelly voiced stranger snarled, keeping him wrapped up like a steel vise. "Aren't you a pretty one?"
Joe, in his racing thoughts, then fully realized his situation.
"He thinks I'm a real girl!"
He continued to struggle, causing his mini-skirt to rise above his hips. He decided not to wear stockings. His cock was tucked tightly in his panties, but a slight bulge was visible.
"Okay honey, that'll be enough, now," the stranger said, and brought his hand up to his neck, giving him a nerve pinch.
"Hmmmpf!" he loudly mumbled into the stranger's hand, then fell silent as he became suddenly limp, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"...hllpmmmfff..." "...mmmmff..."
He gave one last feeble muffled, dreamy moan as he collapsed, unconscious, with a slight smile on his face. The stranger caught him in his arms, then threw him over his shoulder, exposing his rear as he lightly tapped his bottom in the taut silky panties he was wearing.
"Let's get you to the compound, sweetie. Time's a wastin'!"
He grabbed the purse as not to leave any sign of a struggle, looked out of the door cautiously and, not seeing anyone, proceeded out to his car, parked in an alley right behind the auditorium. The night was cool and crisp, and he was glad to get in the warmth of the vehicle. He put him lengthwise across the large, long back seat, watching with delight as Joe's limp form lay sprawled in front of him, still half-smiling, with his skirt above his waist.
The stranger then noticed the truth. Joe's cock was involuntarily rock hard, straining against the silk panties. The hair of his wig cascaded alluringly across his calm, pretty face. His false breasts sat up, stiff and pert.
Rourke was about a week out of prison out on parole, and not adapting well to the outside. He was ruggedly handsome, if a little unkempt. He had dark hair and eyes, with a scruffy beard, and six feet tall and muscular, from working out constantly in the yard. His long time partner recently broke up with him, and he was not taking it well. He decided to make his way down to the city college, and catch an unassuming student unaware, to take out his frustrations. Sexual and otherwise.
He just didn't expect this.
"I guess the joke is on me," he mused for a moment -- but then figured he would make the best of the situation. He was no stranger to male encounters, from his time in incarceration. Not his primary choice, but he didn't have any aversion to it.
"Too bad they weren't as pretty as you on the inside," he said, moving his hand up Joe's thigh, then rubbing gently on his firm cock, getting turned on by the feel of it beneath the satin. "Things might have been more...tolerable...in there." He smiled slyly as his grip became firmer, now moving between his legs to his balls, pressed snugly in his panties.
The intense fondling caused Joe to stir slightly, so Rourke leaned in and covered his mouth firmly again to keep him quiet. He also kept his other hand between his legs, continuing to stroke Joe's hard member. This really aroused him -- the control and the pleasure -- causing him to have an erection, as well. He liked it.
He reluctantly paused his fondling for a moment to reach for the vial of ether he kept under the seat, and found a rag to saturate. He kept it handy for certain instances. He figured this was one of those.
Joe blinked his eyes lazily, initially moaning underneath Rourke's hand, in his own foggy pleasure, before realizing where he was. But it was too late, as Rourke quickly brought the ether soaked cloth to his nose and mouth.
"Nnnnmmmph!" "I'mmmph a -- gmmmpff!" "Mmphh!"
Joe tried in vain to push him off, but the ether was too much for him to overcome, and Rourke was too strong. He felt himself slipping away, as his arms fell limp again, and his legs fell open.
Despite his dilemma, he found that he was strangely excited. He felt an odd tingle through his body as he tried to stay awake, and tried in the fuzziness of his mind not to think about it.
..."hmmmphh"... "dnnntmmmfff"... he trailed off, finally succumbing to the fumes, falling into a deep slumber.
Rourke kept the cloth in place for a moment to make sure he was out, then put it away, just he needed to use it again. He went back to admiring his prize. Joe's eyes were partially slitted open ever so slightly just so you saw the whites of them, and his red lips were parted seductively. His legs were askew, and his solid cock protruded stiffly against his panties, which were now slightly damp from residual semen releases from his erection and unintentional excitement.
Rourke pulled his prone form into a sitting position in front of him, and cupped his hand back around his mouth. Joe fell back on him without resistance, his legs falling back open.
His face was smooth from shaving and conditioning for the pageant. His hair smelled like flowers. Rourke's grip grew tighter on Joe's lips as he moved his hand back down to Joe's crotch.
He wrapped his hand back around his firm dick, pulling slowly at first, then increasing speed as he became more aroused. Joe's soft ass was pressed up against his lap, and he started grinding into him. Joe's sleepy moans into his palm only made this encounter more intense. He pulled his own pants down, finding a tight, snug spot against the satin encased rear against him, and began thrusting into him.
"Hmmmpf"... "...mmmphf"... Joe moaned quietly, still unconscious, but not losing his erection. If anything, he seemed to get harder. It was too much for Rourke to take. He came hard, pressing so hard on Joe's mouth that his face turned red. He shuddered a bit, then relaxed his grip on his cock, still rock hard.
"Whooo"... Roarke said, breathless. "You're a keeper, baby." "For sure."
He reached into his glove compartment and took a length of rope and quickly tied Joe's hands behind his back, then took a strip of duct tape and pressed it firmly over his mouth. Joe was still out like a light, unresponsive.
Rourke arrived back to his flat, parked around the back so no one would see him, and swiftly spirited him into the house. He laid Joe on his couch, and raised his skirt exposing his bulge, savoring his reward. He pulled off his panties, releasing his half firm cock, which flopped stiffly to the side.
"We have all night, honey"... Roarke whispered, cracking open a beer. Joe finally started to awaken, trying to speak, but the sticky tape over his mouth silenced him.
"Mmmph?" "Hmmmmph!" he protested, as he began to come around.
"Nice to see you are back with us." Roarke said, taking a swig of his brew, then putting down the beer long enough to grab the ether and a vibrator.
"But I'm going to have to put you back to sleep, ya hear? Can't have you making too much racket. The neighbors, ya understand?" Roarke said with a sinister grin, then started towards Joe.
"Slppff?" "Nnnphff!"
"Ylllpf wnndf gpf awff dfffth...Mmmmpf!" Roarke forced the rag over Joe's nose and mouth again, rolling with him on the bed. Joe was still too weak to put up much of a fight. He kept his hand firmly over his mouth, as he gently eased the humming vibrator inside of Joe slowly, and started jerking his penis again, firmly.
"Mmmmpf....nnfff"..... Joe started to fall into darkness again, but felt a surge of arousal at the same time from the anal stimulation.
"Yffffth!" Ytthh!" ...."yf...mmph"...."mmmmph"....
He stiffened up and looked straight ahead, freezing solidly into a dazed sexual trance as he was slowly drifting off.
"That's a good girl," Roarke whispered hoarsely, continuing to stroke Joe's dick, bringing him to orgasm before he collapsed, spent, on the bed.
A week later...
Joe...living now as a woman, and going now as JoJo...continues to see Rourke, having been awakened to a new world of sexual awareness and bedroom bondage. And they lived happily ever after.
Mostly.
