Below is part 3 of the continuing saga of "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls", the ongoing story of a college freshman, Jimmy, whose sister, Lori, a Junior at the same college, had talked him into playing on her sorority's volleyball team which was representing the college in the state finals. I want to thank all readers for their kind words and support for the previous 2 chapters and can only barely hope for the same for this and any upcoming chapters. I hope you enjoy the read here as you did the previous chapters.
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After the decision was made to take Jimmy with me and the girls for a night out on the town, I brought him back into the bathroom to change his outfit and makeup accordingly. I looked through items I had dumped from the bag that Julie had brought. There was almost a complete wardrobe there. After removing the swimsuit, I had him put on a pair of panties, again tucking him back, a pair of nude pantyhose, a padded bra with foam inserts, a pink, floral sun-dress, and a pair of white 2-inch heels. There was also a pair of 3-inch heels, but I was sure Jimmy was not yet ready for those. I added a few more curls to his hair and a little heavier make-up to his face since we were going out for the evening. This gave his blue eyes a very alluring appeal. I gave him a girl's watch and matching necklace and bracelet, and finished off his new look by adding an old pair of Mother's clip-on earrings, thinking that later we may have to think about piercing his ears. When I was done, though, he definitely looked like one of the team as I walked him out the door to Julie's car.
As we drove, Jimmy was fully embarrassed at being out with the girls, dressed as one of them, especially as they fussed over him like mother hens over a new-born chick. They kissed his cheeks good-naturedly, plucking at the hem of his dress while constantly saying how proud they were of him for letting his feminine nature take over and letting the girl he was inside finally come out to play. By the time we arrived at the pizza parlor, Jimmy was almost convinced he was always meant to be a girl, and thus, should be proud to be a girl from now on. From this point on I suggested and everyone agreed, though Jimmy more reluctantly so, that in order for this plan to succeed, we should all start to refer to Jimmy as Jenny, even Jimmy himself, so that there would be no slip-ups or embarrassing moments down the line.
When we walked through the doors of the parlor, Cindi seized Jenny as the two of them and the rest of the girls grabbed a corner booth while I went on to the counter to order some drinks to start us off. Getting back to the booth, I sat next to Cindi after noticing that she had forced Jenny to sit on her lap while she and the others discussed the order they were about to place with the waitress who had just arrived after me.
"We'll have two medium pizzas," Cindi said, placing the order. "One with sausage and mushrooms, the other with pepperoni and extra sauce. And two orders of chewy bread sticks. We girls need to keep working our throat and oral muscles -- both on and off the field!" she added with a chuckle.
Giving the waitress and the table of us girls a broad wink at that last statement, all the girls laughed heartily at her comment while Jenny looked about confusedly, trying to figure out just what was so funny.
As we waited for the pizzas, Cindi picked up one of Jenny's hands and lay it down next to hers. "Hey girls," she noted. "What's wrong with this picture here?"
"Oh my goodness," I said. "How did I forget that?"
"What?" Jenny asked. "What are you girls talking about?"
"Your nails, dummy," I said. "All this work I did to make you perfect, and I can't believe I forgot to do your nails. I am such a dunce!"
"Yeah Lori," Cindi corrected. "And you also forgot her perfume, but not to worry. I just happen to have some of both that I think will match her outfit and smell real nice on her. Let's try it out, shall we?"
At that, Cindi removed some red nail polish from her purse that very closely matched his lipstick and, after filing his nails to a softer, more feminine look, started painting them with it. While waiting for them to dry, she sprayed him with some "Passion" perfume she kept in her purse, and then pronounced him completely Jenny.
When the order arrived, Cindi insisted on feeding Jenny herself, treating her the way a possessive boyfriend would his best girl, making sure everyone around was made aware that Jenny was her property. I could see Cindi's left hand moving beneath the tablecloth, mischievously teasing around Jenny's legs and crotch. Suddenly we all noticed Jenny jump with a squeal, and realized that Cindi had pinched her. Watching them, I gasped as I saw Cindi slide Jenny's hose and panties down to her ankles while she was still up in the air from the mischievous trick Cindi had pulled on her.
Curious beyond words, I lifted a portion of the tablecloth near to myself so as to get a better look. There in shocking bemusement I watched as Cindi began jerking my little brother off with her hidden hand while feeding him a slice of pizza with her other. I could see that poor Jenny looked like she was ready to jump and run away the first chance she had to escape the humiliating treatment she was receiving at Cindi's hands.
But as the scene played out, I realized she felt that if she tried such a thing, she would most likely trip and fall over the panties and hose that were hobbling her ankles, and that such a fall would most likely cause her dress to flip up and expose her nakedness, revealing to everybody that she was actually a boy dressed in girl's clothing, and thus show all that he, a boy, had allowed himself to be manhandled by a girl.
Therefore, as shameful as she might feel about her present situation, I knew then that Jenny would rather remain there, believing her humiliation, though embarrassing, was nonetheless unseen, than free herself from said humiliation by telling everyone what Cindi was doing to her.
Therefore she forced herself to remain seated, while continuing to endure Cindi's caresses and tauntings. And the longer Jenny did so, I noticed, the more she finally seemed to accept and enjoy it as part of the rite of passage every girl must go through in order to become a fully blossomed woman.
She seemed too far gone to complain by this point, and, remembering the fun I'd had with our little girl earlier today, I could barely suppress a giggle imagining what those creative fingers of Cindi's were doing to torment my little sister, as well as what thoughts and fantasies were running through my little sister's head, as well as Cindi's.
When she finished a slice of pizza, Cindi brought a bread stick up to Jenny's lips while instructing her to relax her lips just a bit. Upon doing so, Cindi gently slid the stick into Jenny's mouth as far as she could before the gag reflex kicked in. Then she pulled it back slightly and from there began a gentle in and out movement, and I started listening closer to what was being said.
"Yes, girl, that's the way," Cindi was whispering to Jenny, though in a theatrical manner, loud enough for the rest of us to listen in. "Yeah bitch, that's right. You'll see. If little Jenny's going to pretend to be a girl for the team, then she's going to have to learn everything that will be asked of her because this is how the big girls play ball in the real world. And once you get this mouth action down just right, Jenny, then you'll be able to suck off all the boy's big, hard cocks and swallow down their juicy, baby-making come, and don't worry, I know a slut like you will just love it, because it tastes oh, so good."
As Jenny got more and more into playing the role of sex slut for Cindi, I noticed that the other teammates started leaning closer and listening more intently to Cindi's description of the fun and games that lay ahead for my little sissy Jenny. I also noticed their breathing as well became faster and heavier, panting as though they were bitches in heat, ready to take their turn with my hapless brother, staring almost bug-eyed at the ensuing scene taking place.
Then, almost as one, each girl began to slowly unbutton their blouses, rubbing and squeezing their bra-encased tits as they watched the scene unfolding before them. Then, as they got even more excited, they slipped their breasts from their bras and began openly fondling their bare tits into tortuous excitement, pulling and twisting their hardening nipples, moaning in lustful desire while imagining their new teammate sucking on some handsome stud's huge cock and then eagerly swallowing his man-seed down into her tummy. At that moment, Cindi lifted Jenny's dress up to her chin to reveal her bra-encased tits, and hooking it over his shoulders.
Shocked at this even greater exposure of my feminized brother in such a public place, I began looking around the restaurant even more. Doing this I noticed other patrons and store employees, complete strangers to us, also watching this scene play out just as intently. Some guys, watching what was happening at our booth, had taken their cocks out and who had begun jerking themselves off because what was unfolding at our table had gotten them that excited.
Some of the waitresses, having gotten so excited at both watching the proceedings at our table and also from having seen the other boys jerking off, got on their knees before these boys and took over sucking off their cocks.
