"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal”

... night’s date with Karen.

Once I had finished, she chuckled and stated. “You should have told me sooner, my dear.”

Then, in a wave of activity and laughter, Brenda fetched a new strap-on dildo from the ones she stored in the drawers in her dressing room. Then a flurry of phone calls, which resulted in the arrival of Paula to do my makeup and help dress me.

Brenda was giving meno choice. She was going to dress me like a man for tonight’s date, just like Karen had suggested. I was sure it wasn’t me, but any cries trying to dismiss this were quickly rebuffed as “nonsense.”

Brenda told me with a chuckle, “You need to try this at least once, my dear.”

So there I stood, posing. I had been washed and shaved. My hair had been pushed up under a flat cap, having put my foot down with both Brenda and Paula when it was suggested that I should have it cutshort!

Neither David nor I would like that!

Other than the flat cap, the only item of clothing I wore was the black strap-on dildo. I just stood there, all but naked, modelling, Brenda clicking away.

Back to the Present

With Paula watching on, we were in Brenda’s private studio wearing a black six-inch strap-on dildo, my newly acquired fake cock. It was currently wafting around in front of me. My older bull girlfriend, with a camera in hand, was photographing me from every angle, telling me how good my piece looked on me.

But I was confused and embarrassed.Was this really me?

Brenda had mentioned to me that ...

... I could switch between being a top or bottom lesbian. Maybe that was true, but I also knew I was not a lesbian. I certainly liked men and only ever wanted to be in a long-term relationship with one.

Brenda and Karen were nothing more than short-term sexual fun.Weren’t they? I mean, Brenda always gets bored with her girlfriends, and Karen, well, that was too new to judge.

“That’s good, Clare. That piece does suit you,” Brenda stated once again.

“Maybe I should use it on you,” I mumbled to myself, my butch girlfriend lost in taking photos to hear my words as I delivered the requested pose.

“You know Clare; your name can be used for both boys and girls,” Brenda teased, as she adjusted my position and made sure my fake cock was erect.

“Yes,” I said. It was something I had been teased about in my distant past, a time I never wanted to go back to.

I said to Brenda. “When I was much younger, I was sometimes teased about it though I have never met any males with the name Clare.”

“They are mainly Americans, my dear. I only bring it up as a bit of fun. But if you ever make the permanent move to become a man,you will not have to change your name.”

Flash… Flash… Flash

Brenda took three quick photos, all capturing my reaction to her goading. They turned out to be superbly funny, but ones that I did not want anyone to see, especially David.

But it did give me a brief, almost unintentional thought; maybe it was possible to have two personas’ in the future, one ...