Traci stood in her third floor apartment glass deck door looking out towards the horizon. She had to have a pretty good view of the neighborhood from up there. I stared at her from the sidewalk in the darkness. She wore a satin blue babydoll that covered just enough above her thighs to not reveal anything. She looked sexy as hell. It was all it took to make me feel aroused. I had my right hand in my pocket, rubbing my cock.
Pathetic, right? But that was my sex life. I was just a few months out of high school with no prospects for a future. I couldn't afford college even if I wanted to go. I lived with my parents. I worked at a coffee shop six blocks from our house and walked to and from work. Always the same path, always past Traci's apartment, where I would always look up to see if she was there.
I had zero experience with girls. I was socially awkward with everyone at school. I was the skinny nerd weirdo who didn't fit in anywhere. I didn't even register enough to get my ass kicked by the jocks. It was almost like I didn't exist at all. I was invisible, both then and now. Sure I was a three times a day masturbator, but I had no interest in actually dating. Actual human contact? Knowing what to say? What to do and when? The thought terrified me.
Traci and her roommate Kira were regulars at the coffee shop, and seemed just the opposite. They're confident, fun girls, always a little playful and sassy. They are also trans, which makes their comfort level all the more amazing to me. I fantasized about them as lovers, of course, not even knowing if they were a couple or not. But they're always born women in my mind.
And that's how I was seeing Traci in my mind tonight. Right up until the moment I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck and blacked out.
I was blurry when I came to. It took a bit of time to get my bearings. I was laying somewhere soft. I couldn't seem to move my arms. There were voices. My cock was throbbing, and as I came more into focus, I realized someone was rubbing it.
"Hey boyfriend!" I heard a familiar voice say.
It was Kira. She was the one rubbing my cock through my tight white briefs as she leaned against me to the right. Traci was leaning against me to the left, smiling and waving. I was tied to a bed, and my briefs were the only thing I was wearing.
My natural instinct was to buck and to start to scream. Traci anticipated this. "Go ahead and scream," she said. "We'll let everybody in the building come in and see you."
That made me pause. "What the hell is going on?" I asked.
