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police-station in drag, with a big pink bow on your dickey to show what a real he-man you are, and with no hair on your body, wearing those clothes. Then I'll call the detective and have him start Mr. Farnham gunning for you. You can't leave here with no clothes and no money, so you'll have to obey me like you promised to do.

The full horror of his situation dawned on Bob, and he just wished he could die right then, so he wouldn't have to face this problem. There was nothing he could do except obey. Awful as it was, he had no choice.

Slowly, while the girls watched with amused interest, Bob began to stroke his stiff prick with one hand, holding the skirt up revealingly with the other. As his tool became stiffer, the girls giggled and pointed their fingers at him in ridicule, increasing his shame. He was completely aware of how he looked, including the wig, the padded bra, the ruffled blouse, the tight waist-cinch, the raised skirt, lowered nylon pantyhose and the high-heeled shoes. He looked as little like a virile man as any male could, and on top of everything, he was being forced to jerk himself off while these two girls watched and laughed at him.

Even though his prick was hard, Bob found it almost impossible to work up any sex-pressure within his loins. The emotional values of the whole situation were just too horrible. The girls kept giggling at his

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shame and urging him on to greater efforts, but there was no sexual urge within him. Suddenly the thought that he had become impotent, at his young age, occured to him and he began to shake with real fright. Complete loss of his manhood and virility was too terrible a price to pay for his sin of adultery. This punishment was too much for him.

Under Alice's threats and commands he kept on frantically stroking his stiff prick without being able to achieve the relief of ejaculation. In his own mind, Bob could not decide which was worse, to have to shoot his spunk in this way while two girls jeered at him, or to have become impotent in the prime of his yound manhood. Both were terrible shocks to his male emotions, and soon he found that he could not even maintain his erection.

As his tool began to go limp and sag under his manual beating, the girls giggled gloatingly even more, increasing his horrible humiliation. Finally they let him stop masturbating, but made him keep holding up the front of his skirt so that his large limp cock with its huge pink bow was displayed for their amusement. Presently the girls decided that it was time to end this session, but red-haired Joan promised to return the following evening to help Alice give Bob more feminizing lessons. In getting the miserable man ready for bed, they made him take off all his clothes except the tight waist-cinch, and in his shamed nudity go upstairs and get a dainty baby-doll pajama outfit out of the costume trunk.