CHANCE ENCOUNTER - CHAPTER 3 [PATREON EXCLUSIVE]

CHAPTER 3

“What do you want me to do?” Marty asked nervously as he sat on the edge of the bed. He was still rock hard from when Bonnie was stroking his dick and fingering his ass. Part of him just wanted to cum to give himself an excuse to leave, but he knew he wouldn’t.

Bonnie ignored Marty’s question as she switched her hips and walked toward her closet. It was a walk-in closet with a door on the same wall as the bathroom but at the opposite end. Marty watched Bonnie as she disappeared into the closet, hoping she wouldn’t put on clothes and tell him to leave.

When he thought about the possibility that Bonnie was about to kick him out of her place, he grew increasingly desperate. He had to bite his tongue, knowing that he would ruin whatever chance he had if he screamed out to beg her not to kick him out of her place.

Much to Marty’s relief, Bonnie was still naked when she emerged from the closet a few minutes later. She had some clothes in her hands, which Marty didn’t realize were for him until Bonnie tossed them onto his lap.

“What are these?” he asked innocently.

“They’re for you to wear! Duh!”

Marty moved the clothes to see what they were. He saw that there were stockings, a thong, a bra, a pleated skirt, and a crop top that was so short it looked like it would barely go past his chest.

“You want me to wear all of this?”

Bonnie shrugged. “What can I say? I like my guys on the girly side.”

“Have you done this before?”

“Maybe,” Bonnie said with a wicked smile. “Does that really matter, though? You’re here now. You needn’t worry about the other boys in my life.”

“So, there are other guys?”

Bonnie pressed her finger against Marty’s lips. “Shh, please. There’s no need for you to get jealous. I wouldn’t have brought you back to my place if I weren’t interested in you.”

“Yeah, but how many other guys are there?”

“Depends on the week.”

Bonnie laughed, but Marty wasn’t feeling reassured. He wished he were the only man in Bonnie’s life, but a woman like her could have all the guys she wanted. Marty only hoped there weren’t dozens.

“More than ten?”

“What?” Bonnie asked loudly. “No! More like three or four, including you. Hopefully you can become a regular… if you play nicely.”

“Three or four?”

Bonnie sighed. “If you must know, one of my guys has been seeing another girl, and they might get serious, so I probably won’t be seeing him anymore. Not that he won’t come crawling back to me, but I will have moved on by then.”

Marty didn’t know what to make of Bonnie’s words. She was so confident and sexy. Marty wished he could have her to himself, but he also knew that he wasn’t about to walk out of her apartment because she had other men in her life. They were both in their twenties. Wasn’t sleeping around what being young was all about?

“Is that a problem, Marty?”

Marty looked down at the clothes in his hands and then at Bonnie’s naked body. She had her hands on her hips, not shy at all about her nude form, and Marty knew that he wasn’t going anywhere, so he’d might as well play by Bonnie’s rules.

“No,” he said softly.

“Good! Now put on those clothes! I didn’t make you shave for nothing!”

Marty swallowed as he took another look at the clothes in his hands. He wished it hadn’t come to this. He wished that he could have enjoyed a nice night of casual fun without the shaving and dressing up, but that was until he pulled those panties up his legs and saw himself in the mirror.

“Aren’t they sexy?” Bonnie asked from behind Marty, making him jump.

“Yeah, uh… I guess.”

“You guess? Don’t play dumb with me! Look how hot your dick looks in that sheer fabric!”

Marty stared at his reflection in the mirror, wishing he could deny what Bonnie had said, but his dick looked long and plump and a million times sexier than it ever had in a pair of loose boxers. Those always made his cock look awkward and small at best, but the women’s thong made his dick seem huge.

“It does look pretty nice,” Marty admitted.

Bonnie stepped closer and pushed her hand into the waistline of Marty’s thong as she pressed her painted lips up against his ear to whisper. “I can’t wait to slide them down your smooth legs and shove my big dick up your ass.”

Marty’s cock jumped at Bonnie’s words. He never in a million years thought he would get turned on by a woman telling him that she was going to fuck him, but Bonnie had him on edge, feeling like he could cum again. He’d gotten pretty close when Bonnie was fingering him and stroking his dick, but he’d managed to keep his load at bay. Marty wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that again the next time they got carried away.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” Marty said roughly. “Maybe.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Marty. You’re with me. We’re in a safe place. I’m not ashamed that I like fucking boys who look like girls, and you shouldn’t be ashamed for giving a woman what she wants. Okay?”

Marty nodded slowly as Bonnie held her hand against the back of his neck. She had her fingers in his hair and was already thinking about pulling on it when she fucked him from behind, but Marty needed some finishing touches before she could stretch his ass.

“That’s the spirit! Now keep getting dressed! We have things to do!”

Marty wondered how he’d gotten here from the Ferris Wheel as he pulled the stockings up his smooth legs. The stockings were white to match the thong and bra. Marty hated how much he loved the feeling of the stockings on his legs. He hated it even more when he looked at himself in Bonnie’s bedroom mirror.

Marty loved how the stockings and thong made him look, especially since he’d just shaved his legs. He was mesmerized by the sight of his bottom half, admiring himself through the mirror. He’d forgotten all about the skirt and crop top until Bonnie tossed them at him, laughing as she did.

“I just had a feeling that you and I would mesh! Now put on the rest of your outfit! Don’t forget your bra!”

Marty hadn’t noticed the sparkling red heart on the white crop top. It was so girly and not like anything he’d wear, but Marty didn’t have much of an option now that he’d come this far. He and Bonnie both knew that he would do as she asked, so he stopped staring at himself long enough to put on the bra, the skirt, and the crop top.

“You’re almost ready!” Bonnie declared and grabbed Marty to drag him to the bathroom. She guided him to the closed toilet and made him sit on its lid. “Wait right here! Don’t move a muscle!”

Marty glanced down at himself as he waited for Bonnie to do whatever she was doing. He ran his hand along his body, amazed by how girly he looked. If he took a snapshot of his body, he was sure that he could fool people into thinking he was some random girl, and Marty really liked that.

“There’s my femboy,” Bonnie announced when she walked into the bathroom holding one of her makeup bags, still naked from head to toe. It was like she didn’t have a care in the world about walking around naked, and Marty wished he could have a tenth of her confidence, but maybe some of it would rub off onto him if they spent more time together. “I can’t wait to see how cute you’ll look once I doll up your face.”

Bonnie sat on the edge of the tub and placed her makeup bag on the floor. She unzipped it and grabbed a few things, setting them next to her on the edge of the tub. She put some cream on her fingers, so Marty asked her what it was.

“This is a primer. I’m going to use it beneath everything else because it does an amazing job of hiding pores and fine lines. Not that you really have a problem with either of those, but it’s like painting a wall. They always look much better with a coat of primer.”

“I guess that’s true,” said Marty.

“Not much of a painter, huh?”

“You could say that.”

Marty and Bonnie shared a laugh, and then she coated his face with the primer. She used foundation next, explaining what she was doing as she applied the liquid to his face with a sponge. She did something to contour Marty’s nose and added a touch of blush to his cheeks. Bonnie focused on his eyes and lips after that.

Marty had no idea what he looked like, but the makeup felt heavy and foreign on his face. He wouldn’t tell Bonnie to take it off, but he was fully aware of its presence. He didn’t like it at all until Bonnie led him to the mirror and he got the first glimpse of his womanly half.

“What?” Marty asked in a breath as he covered his mouth. He started laughing a second later, laughing harder every time he focused on himself in the mirror. “How?”

“Don’t you look fabulous?” Bonnie asked loudly.

“I... I don’t even look like myself!”

“Sure you do, just a much cuter version.”

Marty looked at himself again as Bonnie stood by his side. He tried to find his old self in the reflection. It took a minute before Marty could see the boy beneath the girl Bonnie had brought out, and he still couldn’t believe that any of it was possible.

“How did you do this?”

“Practice makes perfect. You look so good, Marty. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Bonnie purred as she stepped behind Marty and ran her hands down his chest. She nibbled on his ear for a moment before reaching up his skirt to place a firm hand on the outline of his cock. She moaned against his neck as she kissed down to his shoulder.

Marty got hard beneath the tiny white thong he was wearing. His cock pushed against the fabric, begging to break free, but Bonnie was too busy rubbing the outline of his manhood to do anything. She had him on edge, but Marty had a feeling she was teasing him, getting him worked up all over again as she’d done several times already.

“You like that?” Bonnie asked in a breath.

“Yes,” Marty said as he stared at Bonnie playing with his dick in the mirror. He was so turned on by his feminine form that he was gasping and moaning after a few seconds, and that was when Bonnie pulled away her hand. Marty growled as he looked at Bonnie’s amused face.

“Come on, boy! We have things to do!” Bonnie waved at Marty to follow her as she walked out of the bathroom. She went over to the bed and plopped down onto its edge. She tossed her hair until it fell over her shoulders, making her breasts sway slightly.

“What do you want me to do?” Marty asked as he stood a few feet in front of Bonnie. He wanted to fuck her more than anything, but Bonnie was in charge. She knew it, and he knew it.

“You can start by getting down on your knees and giving me a little kiss.”

Marty watched as Bonnie uncrossed her legs and spread them, revealing those pretty pussy lips. She bent her head back and reached between her legs to touch herself, moaning as she did. Then she looked directly at Marty, and he knew what to do.