His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 234.

The boys posed outside the stable block.  All the positive reinforcement had done its job.  Even Tim was quite happy to show off his new outfit, despite feeling slightly indignant about the intrusive appendage it incorporated.  And if anyone noticed the slight flush on his cheeks, they may not have attributed it to its real cause, which was recollection of the matter-of-fact way in which Ellie had taken him in hand - as it were.  He was even considering registering his disapproval with Miss Poole, but she pre-empted any objections.  The photo-session was over.  She took the boys aside.
“So you like your uniforms, boys?”
“Yes, thank you, miss,” said Bobby enthusiastically, “I really like them!  And Cynthia said she can make them in other colours, too!”
“That’s right.  I think we’ve found the perfect image for the Pitt’s Wood boot boys.  Don’t you agree, Timmy?”
“Oh, yes, miss…  They are really cool, like …  But…”
“Now I’ve put Ellie in charge, as you know, and from now on she will supervise your dressing, and make sure everything’s in its proper place.  She will also decide when you should wear the “hidden-fly” version.  So please cooperate with her.  I’ve asked her to report any disobedience to me – though I don’t expect there to be any.  Understood?”
She gave them a severe look.  Tim was relieved he hadn’t been able to articulate his complaint.
“And I’ve spoken to Nicole and got Deborah’s contact details.  I’ll get in touch right away about you accompanying Bobby to the wedding, Timmy.  I’ll get back to you as soon as I hear anything.  Okay?”
“Thank you so much, Miss Poole.  I ‘ope she agrees…”
“We shall see.  Now if you’d like to wear your uniforms for the rest of the day, you may…”
“Fank you miss!  Bobby!  Let’s go see if Jessica and May are ‘ere.  I wanna show ‘em our new gear!”
“Yeah.  Let’s go!  Thanks, miss!”
And they ran off up the hill, Miss Poole looking after them fondly.  Bethany and Natasha sidled up.
“We just wanted to thank you for what you’ve done for our girls,” said Bethany.
“Yes, you’ve been really kind.  And they love the boys, of course.  Look at them.  They’re so sweet.”
“Yes, they are,” said Miss Poole, in a tone of uncharacteristic affection.  “They really are.  So innocent.  And I hope we can keep them that way…”

Inside the stable, Cynthia was giving Ellie instructions.
“Miss Poole has put you in sole charge of the boys’ dressing and undressing.  Now you know what to do, but there’s one important detail I need to explain.” 
She pulled out a pair of the “hidden fly” shorts from her bag.
“These are the others but the plug’s exactly the same.  Now if you look at the very end of what I call the ‘coc-ktail sausage’ vibe, you’ll see a tiny steel dial with graduations around the edge.  See?”
“Oh, yes.”
“This controls the level of vibe.  It can only be altered using this tool.”  She picked up a thing like a miniature screwdriver.  “The key on the tip fits into the dial, so.  Clockwise for maximum, anti-clockwise for minimum.  There are nine graduations, and it will click into each one.  Today I set it at the lowest level.  They’ll hardly feel it, though after an hour or so it will produce some effect.  It’s up to you to choose the setting before you dress them.  I can’t advise you – you’ll find out what’s appropriate by trial an error.  I suggest you start them off at a low level, and may be increase by one each day until you find the optimum for work days.”
“Yes…  I’ll experiment…”
“Good.  Here, take the tool.  Keep it safe somewhere and don’t let them find it.  I’ll put all the stuff in this bag.  By the way, while we were making those hoods for Bobby’s pony suits, we made two extra sets in pink, one for Bobby and one for Timmy, plus the gags, in case any of the customers wanted to spice things up a bit.  You’ll find them in that yellow silk bag right at the bottom.”
“Ooh, thank you.  I’m sure I can make use of them…”


The boys made their way along the front of the old stable block, peering into any open gates.  As they went along, the few stable girls working that Sunday evening stopped and stared. 
“I don’t think they’re here…” said Bobby, disappointed.  “No, wait – is that…?”
“Yes.  Jessica!  Jessica!!” Tim shouted.  “Hi!”
They ran flat out and came up panting just as May appeared from inside.  The girls stared open-mouthed.
“D’you like our new outfits?” gasped Tim.  “Told yer we were gonna be pageboys, didn’ I?”
The girls, recovering from their initial shock, exchanged glances.  The boys’ excited, expectant faces told them all they wanted to know.
“Oh, you look amazing! cried Jessica.  “They’re perfect!”
“Wow, Bobby…  You look so cool,” said May, keeping a perfectly straight face.  “I love it.  But you’re gonna make me jealous.  All the other girls are already staring at you…”
“So you do like them…”
“Oh, they’re gorgeous.  But I’m surprised Miss Poole lets you wear them outside the boot parlour.”
“We’ve only just got them a few minutes ago, so she said we could wear them for the rest of the day if we wanted…  When do you get off?”
“Well…”  She checked her watch.  “In about twenty minutes.”
“Shall we go for a drink?”
May raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jessica again.
“Tell you what…  Why don’t we get a takeaway and come to your place?  I don’t feel like going all the way to the pub tonight.  And I would hate it if your outfits got spoiled.”
“Great!  We’ll hang about here till you’re finished, okay?”
“Okay.  But don’t you dare start chatting up any of that lot, will you?”  She indicated a little group of pointing, giggling stable girls which had collected about six stables away up the hill.  “I can see those uniforms are going to be a real babe magnet…”
At which remark, Tim immediately started showing off, walking back and forth, adjusting his gloves and socks.  Jessica snorted and quickly covered her mouth.  She knew he simply couldn’t help himself.  In response to his swaggering, a couple of the girls gave him little flirtatious waves, then doubled up with laughter…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 235.

Seeing Ellie approaching from the direction of the offices, and thinking she’d like a private word with her, May turned to Bobby.
“Why don’t you and Tim go back to your place, and we’ll join you as soon as we’re finished.  I don’t want to have to watch him posing like a model while I’m trying to finish my work.  Go on – scram.”
“Okay!  We’ll order some food for about an hour’s time.”
“Great.”

The boys moved off down the hill, laughing and apparently commenting on each other’s outfits.  Ellie came up.
“Hi May…Jessica.  How’s it going.  What do you think of their new uniforms?”
“Seriously, Ellie?  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  But they fuc-king love them!” 
“I know!” squealed Ellie.  “Isn’t it great?  They think they’re so fuc-king cool…  Don’t disabuse them, whatever you do….”
“Don’t worry.  In fact, I’m gonna warn the others too.  Do you know they even suggested going to the pub in them?”
“Really?  Oh, those sweet things!”
“What’s in the bag?”
“Oh, there’s all their accessories, and two pairs each of the version of their shorts which have a concealed fly.  Look, I’ll show you.”  She pulled out a pair and demonstrated the short front flap.  “It’s virtually invisible.  It just looks like another seam.  But all you have to do is pop this one built-in rubber press stud…  But this is what I really wanted to show you…”
She turned the shorts inside-out, allowing the little “coc-ktail sausage” butt-plug on its stalk to wave around.  The girls gasped.
“Here – take a look.  This is standard on all their shorts.”
May held them, open-mouthed.  Jessica took the plug in her fingers and gave it a squeeze.
“It’s quite firm – and all bobbly…  Imagine…  So did they have these in just now when they came by?”
“Oh yes.  They’re auto-vibrate,” said Ellie, with a grin.  “Activated when the moisture joins these two little steel buttons.  And you can alter the power with this tiny dial.  The lady who made these gave me the tool, so now I’m in sole charge of the level of vibes.  Today they were set on minimum.  But tomorrow?  That’s up to me.”
“They’re all right with that?” asked May.
“Well, they don’t have a choice.  They have to accept it.  Miss Poole says it helps posture and keeps them on their toes.  But on any sort of higher power, you can imagine…”
“And this loop in the crotch…?” queried Jessica.
“Cynthia - she's the lady I mentioned - explained the whole thing to me in detail.  The plain front shorts also have a front loop a bit higher up.  I helped them put them on.  So the idea is vibe will initiate erection, and as the coc-k begins to swell the lower loop will act to enhance and maintain the erection.  The upper loop will keep the shaft vertical, and as the shaft dilates and hardens it’ll tighten, gripping the foreskin and holding it back, so that as it comes to full tumescence, the boy’s swollen glans will pop out and stand there, as proud as a little plum under the taut latex, against his tummy.  There’ll be no way of hiding it.”
“fuc-k, Ellie…  That’s genius!” murmured May.
“Isn’t it?  Imagine how they’ll feel, with everyone staring at their pants, and nowhere to hide!”
“Poor boys!” cried Jessica, eyes sparkling.  “And…how long will it last?”
“Oh, hours, without relief.  And their belts will be locked so they won’t be able to do a thing about it.  And Bobby’s gonna be a pageboy at some wedding next month!”
Jessica gasped.  “Oh!  I wanna go too!”
“Me too,” added May.  “Can we gatecrash?”
“I don’t think so…  Sorry…”
“Please ask if we can come as your helpers, Ellie…”
“Yes, please do…”
“I’ll see, but I doubt…”
“If you can.  Please…” 
“What else have you got in there?” asked Jessica, peering into the bag.
“Oh, just spare gloves, socks, shoes, and things…   Oh, and latex hoods.  They don’t even know about them yet.  And these.”  She pulled out a couple of small boxes.  “These are special long condoms.  Opaque red ones with tight lips.  We haven’t worked out when they might be used, but they’re designed to be worn with these shorts with a fly.  It’s just another variation on Cynthia’s party trick.  You put them on after you’ve got the boy’s coc-k through the crotch loop, with the neck over the loop right behind the balls.  Then when the vibe starts up, the coc-k will swell and strain against the fly till eventually – this is the hope -  it’ll burst out and just stand there, quivering, while everyone stares, outraged at his rudeness!  And then, of course, it’ll be so big and hard he won’t be able to get it back!  Cuff his hands behind his back first and he'll be totally stuffed!”
“I like this Cynthia woman.  She’s a proper pervert.  Tell us about the hoods.”
“They’re in this yellow bag.  There’s different ones.  They all have short nostril tubes, but then there’s some with eyeholes and some without, some with special gags and some with little round lips at the mouth, and tubes which fit behind the teeth so you can put stuff in their mouths.  They come with little rubber plugs, too.  I’m going to leave all this stuff in the utility room if you want to try anything out.”
“Thanks, Ellie.”  May had been thinking.  “Ellie?  Would it be possible, do you think, to put the boys in these shorts tonight?  We’re spending the evening with them…”
“You are?  Well I can…  In any case the other ones need to come off for washing ready for tomorrow…”
“Would you?  Condoms and all?  I’m thinking we could have some fun with them…”
“All right.  On one condition.  I get a full report.  Maybe a snap or two?”
“Of course…”
“I was wondering why you started going out with the boys…”
“Oh, well no, obviously we’re not interested in having sex with them…are we Jess?”  They exchanged kisses.  “We just love how innocent they are.  And we are probably the best ones to keep them that way.  They’re good company and we can have lots of fun with them.  Our sweet little sissy toyboys…”
“I don’t think they’ve ever had girlfriends.  Do you think they’re maybe gay too?”
“I don’t know.  Maybe.” 
“They certainly seem to like each other.  I’ll tell you something – at the fitting there was some talk of putting Bobby in a dress, and Timmy got all excited about it!”
“Really?  Interesting…”
“I know.  Anyway, for this evening I’ll up the vibes a little, okay?  Just a notch or two.”
“Perfect.  Thanks, Ellie, you’re a mate…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 236.

Back in their pad, Bobby and Tim were admiring themselves in the full-length wardrobe mirror. 
“We’re gonna ‘ave different gloves an’ stuff, ain’t we Bobby?  Cos, like, at the moment you’ve got frills on your gloves and I ‘aven’t.  And I like them red shoes what you’re wearin’…”
“Don’t worry, Tim!  Cynthia said we each have the same range of accessories, and within limits we can choose which ones we wear at any given time.”
“Oh, that’s good, then.  I really like the cool pink belt and the matchin’ frills, don’t you?”
“Yeah…  The pink frills on your shorts are bigger than mine.”
“Oh yeah…you’re right.  Yours are smaller but you got more of ‘em…”
“We both look cool, right?”
“Yeah…  I don’t even mind the butt-plug thing now.  I can ‘ardly feel it.  Just a faint ticklin’, like…”
“Yes.  It’s nice actually…”  Bobby was comparing it to his pony suit tail.
“Girls will be ‘ere soon.  I’ll order some grub.  Chicken?”
“Fine…  Oh, hi, Ellie…”
“Hi.  Well, happy?”
“Yeah, these outfits are excellent!”
“Good.  But I’m going to need them so I can get them washed for tomorrow.”
“But Miss Poole said…”
“Yes, I know.  You could wear them for the rest of the day.  Don’t worry.  You can try the others out instead.  Here.”  She held up a pair.  “Just the same but with a fly.  You only need to change your shorts.  I’ve got tons of clean accessories.”
“Okay…”
“Come on then.  Get them off while I lube these up.  Now these come with a special condom.”
“Condom?”
“Yes.  You’ll see.  Come on, hurry up.  You’ve got a date tonight, I heard…”

Ellie lubed their new shorts, helped them into them, slipped in the plugs, and then made them hold open the fronts while she arranged the loops and fitted the condoms.  The extra-long opaque condoms had special round teats at the ends, capable of holding several orgasms-worth of c-um, since they were intended to be worn for longer periods.
“Why do we ‘ave to wear these?  What’s the point?”
“Shush, Tim,” whispered Bobby.  “It’s perfect.  S’pose the girls…you know…  I mean, we don’t have any normal condoms here, do we?”
“Oh…right…  I ‘adn’t fought of that.  Perfec’!”
Ellie hid her smile.  “Right.  I’m going to get these ones washed, hang them up at back, and go.  Enjoy your evening, boys.  First appointment tomorrow nine o’clock.”
“Thank, Ellie!”
“Yeah…  Fanks, Ellie…”

The boys sat around waiting for the girls.  After about ten minutes, Tim stood up.
“Hey, Bobby mate…”
“Yeah?”
“This plug feels different.  I can feel it more, if you know wha’ I mean…”
“Yes.  I thought it was my imagination…”
“It ain’t.  It’s definitely different.  Slow, then fast, then slow again.  Sometimes it stops, then it starts up again more than before.  It’s makin’ me…”
“What?”
“You know.  I’m getting’ ‘orny…”
“That’s good then.  Jessica will be pleased.”
“You reckon?  Yeah, when she sees wha’ I got…”
“It’s nothing special, Tim,” laughed Bobby.
“No?  It’s bigger ‘n yours, anyway.  Yeah, you know it is, don’t yer?” he added triumphantly.  “You found that out the uvver night, right?”
“Size isn’t everything,” said Bobby, chagrined.
“Be’’er ask May that!” replied Tim, with a careless laugh.
“They’re here!  Quick.  I’ll go.”
“No, I’m goin’”
There was a brief struggle, which Tim won.  He went to the door.
“Come in, darlin’.  Hi, May…”

The girls went to the shower and changed their clothes.  By the time they returned, the food had arrived, and they sat down to eat.  The vibes had kicked in now, albeit at a low level, but it was enough to provoke growing erections.  The boys became flushed and nervous, and both were fidgeting as they tried to control their arousal.
“You two seem a bit distracted this evening,” ventured May.  “What’s going on?”
“Yeah, what’s up?  Tim, where’s that boy who was showing off to all our friends earlier?  Don’t we get some sort of show too?”
“No, er…  I mean, I weren’t showin’ off…”
“Yes you were.  Come on, stand up and let’s see how cute you look…”
“Yes, go on Tim.  You too, Bobby.  Pretend we’re customers.  Look, we’re both wearing boots tonight.  Maybe we could have a free shoeshine…”
“But…” began Bobby.
“No buts,” cut in May.  “On your feet, both of you, or we’ll go get some entertainment elsewhere.”
The boys looked at each other, then reluctantly rose to their feet.  They tried to hide their erections, but there was no way, especially in Tim’s case.  However, by tacit agreement, the girls made no comment about them.
“Those outfits are so cool – don’t you think, May?”
“Yeah.  Actually I wouldn’t mind wearing something like that myself.”
“Nor me.  We could start a pagegirl trend.  Know what?  I’m going to ask Ellie for the contact details of that Cynthia woman.  At least we could find out what something like that would cost.”
But Tim, forgetting for a moment about his now quite impressive erection, was not happy.
“You can’t do that, Jessica.  These outfits are our exclusive designs.”
“No such thing as exclusive, Tim.”
“What yer mean?  She wouldn’t let yer ‘ave them anyway.  They’re, like, copyright…”
“Clothes can’t be copyright, silly!”
“Well these are!  Find yer own gear!  Girls’ stuff.  This are boys’ clothes…”
“Really, Tim?  Do you really think like that?”  Jessica stood up and approached.  He took a step back.
“What yer doin’…?”
“Have you ever seen us wear girly stuff?  We’re not into it.  For your information we prefer “boys’” clothes, as you put it.  Right, May?”
“Every time…”
“Well, I only meant…”
“And what about Bobby’s dress?”
Tim looked startled  “What?”
“I heard you were looking forward to Bobby being put in dresses.”
Tim gulped.  “How…?”
“Come with me.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 237.

Jessica hooked a finger in his belt and drew him back to the sofa.  She pushed him down and sat down beside him.  She placed her hand on his bare thigh.
“Do you like the idea of Bobby in a pretty dress?  Be honest, now.”
Tim had turned bright red.  He turned his head away.  In response, Jessica slid her hand up, over the frills of his shorts, and closed her fingers softly around the bulge of his erection.  He gasped and looked for a moment as though he was going to pull away.
“No…  Stay where you are.  Sit on your hands, please.  That’s right.  Now Timothy,” she said, stroking him gently, “just relax.  I want you to imagine that Miss Poole decides Bobby is going to present as a girl.  That would be funny, wouldn’t it?  Poor Bobby.  He’s already quite pretty, isn’t he?  Well, isn’t he?”
“Y-yes…  I guess…”
“Of course he is.  There’s no denying it.  So…as I was saying…  I’m sure he’ll be put in a dress, sooner or later.  Ellie and us, we could advise Miss Poole what sort of outfit would look best on him.  What do you think?”
Tim was trembling slightly now.  Jessica applied gentle pressure to his erection, whilst her index finger traced little circles on the very tip.
“I mean, how about a cute little satin dress, with a waistband and a short bouncy skirt?”
Tim stiffened.
“Maybe a crinoline underskirt, Jessica,” suggested May, with a wink.
“Yes, perfect.  That would be really cute, wouldn’t it Tim?”
“Y-yes…  I s'pose...”
“Hmm.  What colour, do you think?”
A short silence.  “M-maybe b-blue…?”
“Good idea.  Shiny pastel blue satin.  It always looks good on blondes.  Maybe with a big bow at the waist?”
“A b-bow?”  He blinked, and stole a glance at Jessica’s face.  Was she for real?  She seemed quite serious.  “Yeah…w-why not?”  Distracted by Jessica’s absent-minded caresses he was slowly beginning to lose his earlier embarrassment.  He leered at Bobby and laughed mockingly.  “A big bow…for a big girl…”
“Oh, he’s going to look so cute, eh, Tim?  What about sleeves?  They could be long with cuffs - or little short puff sleeves?  What do you think?”
Under the influence of Jessica’s ministrations Tim was becoming increasingly less able to self-censor or disguise his deepest and most secret feelings.  The thought of Bobby as a pretty girl was something he dreamt about, and Jessica’s realisation of his dream couldn’t but arouse him.  He tried to pretend he was only interested in Bobby’s humiliation, but it was obvious to all the others – Bobby included -  he was profoundly excited by the whole idea.
“Oh, puff sleeves, I fink.  Yeah, little puff sleeves, wiv lace trims…”
“That a sweet idea, Tim.  Now, what else do we have to decide on?  Oh, yes.  Stockings or tights?  Which do you think would be cutest with that little dress?”
She spoke in the same disinterested tone she might have used if she were asking him what he’d like to drink.  She looked sideways at him, her slim fingers ceaselessly teasing his straining erection.  She could see he was still trembling.  He licked his dry lips.  On the other side of the coffee-table, Bobby himself wasn’t in a much better state.  He had kept his propensity for girls’ clothing secret from Tim.  He had perhaps suspected Tim liked him in other ways than just as a friend.  But here he was now, almost drooling over the idea.  May, thrilled at the boys’ mutual arousal, took advantage of Tim’s temporary silence to guide Bobby into an armchair facing his friend.  She perched on one arm and, pushing his hands aside, began to play with his smaller, but equally firm, erection.  He blushed.  This was not at all how he had imagined his first sexual encounter with May.  But he couldn’t suppress a faint moan of pleasure.  Jessica looked over approvingly.
Tim felt like he was intoxicated, or high.  The vision of Bobby in a sweet little blue dress danced before him.  He had a sort of yearning inside, almost a pain.  Stockings or tights?  Tights or stockings?  In his mind he was trying them on the vision, deciding which would look best.  To help him decide, Jessica pushed a finger under the flap of his straining fly.  The press-stud immediately popped open, and his erection sprang out, hard and quivering.  He gasped, panicking, then sighed with relief. 
“There.  Does that feel better, darling? “
Tim nodded, chest heaving.  Jessica closed her fingers around the shaft – as best she could.  She raised an eyebrow, and gave May a little smile.  However, freeing his coc-k had also freed his tongue.
“T-tights.  White t-tights…  No, wait…  Stockings!  White ‘old-ups.”
“Stockings!  Good choice!  We’ll make the skirt short enough for you to see the tops, shall we?  You’re getting there, Tim!”  As he most certainly was.  “So then, at last, we come to” -  she lowered her voice – “Bobby's panties!”  She giggled.  “Tim.  What sort of panties would you like?  Any ideas?”
Tim swallowed.  He felt as if he were choking.  He was holding on by his fingertips.  Bobby squirmed in his armchair. 
“Any ideas, Bobby?” asked May.  “They’re your panties, after all…”
Bobby could only look away in confusion.  But Tim, fearful he would suggest something out of sync with his own imaginings, blurted out “sa’in!  Blue sa’in!”
“Satin.  To match his dress.  Of course.”
“No, ’old on…”
“Changed your mind, Tim?”
Tim was collecting his thoughts.  He had said the first thing that came into his head.  But now his fantasy was becoming clearer.
“Latex.  Yeah, pink latex wiv little blue latex frills around the legs, an’ a blue bow on the front…”
“Goodness, that very particular…but nice…”
May snorted with laughter.  Bobby squirmed.
“Well, it seems you’re both in agreement,” smiled Jessica, letting go of Tim’s coc-k.  “In which case we’ll talk to Ellie and then go see Miss Poole, and in a few weeks, if you’re lucky, Bobby will have an alternative outfit, and maybe you, Tim, will have an alternative girlfriend…”
Tim looked alarmed.  “No, but I ain’t gay…or a sissy…  Truly…”
“No-one said you were.  But you like Bobby a lot.  That’s fine.  I like May a lot, and she likes me.  But we don’t get flustered about it.  We just accept it.  You and Bobby should do the same.”
“But…”
She silenced further discussion by placing a finger on his lips.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 238.

Ordering the boys to stay put, Jessica and May went out into the corridor for a moment.  They had a whispered conversation.
“We were right, Jessica.”
“They’re like a pair of shy lovers.  Bobby’s definitely into dresses, and Tim’s into Bobby in dresses!  They’re a perfect match!”
“We can’t leave them like that.  Let’s give them some relief at least.”
“I’m going to get a couple of hoods.  I have an idea.”
“Oh, yeah.  They might find that easier…”

May returned to the room, while Jessica went to find the hoods.  The boys looked at her nervously, awaiting instructions.  She obliged.
“Bobby, come and sit next to Tim on the sofa.  That’s right.  Here, let me take the pressure off a little.”
She popped open Bobby’s fly, allowing his erection to jump out.  She had to suppress a smile, seeing them side by side, red-faced, with their little stiff coc-ks standing proud and straight in their red latex sheaths.  She couldn’t resist a photo.
“Smile, boys…  Hands by your sides please…”   
They looked up at her, not with smiles but big frightened doe eyes.
“Okay…that’ll do.”
Jessica returned, clutching two pink latex hoods.  She smiled to see the boys side-by-side.
“Oh, that’s better.  Togetherness.  Let me take a quick snap.  Hold hands, now…”
The boys erections were as hard as ever.  Occasionally they would twitch or quiver.  Clearly the accessories were doing their work well. 
“W-what have you got there…?” asked Bobby, seeing the pink latex in her hand.
“These are little hoods, boys.  Lovely soft, fine latex.  Now…”
“Why…?” began Tim.
“Shush.  I’m about to tell you.  These are designed to be worn with your uniforms, if you want to remain anonymous, or even if you’re just feeling a bit self-conscious.  We’re going to make you both feel better in a minute, and they’ll help you relax while we do so.  So lower your heads a bit and let’s get them on.”
Jessica had chosen hoods without eyeholes, and round red rubber lips.  Cynthia had thoughtfully had them marked “B” and “T” in small red letters on the forehead, so they couldn’t get mixed up.  They slipped on easily, and soon each blushing, nervous face had been replaced by a smooth, oval pink head, blank and featureless save for the small circular red lip.
“Open your mouths wide, please.”
The latex below the nose was heavier than the rest, so the boys had to make an effort, but they were rewarded by the feeling of the stiff rubber mouth tubes slipping in and lodging behind their teeth.  Now they were unable to talk – but they were still making inarticulate noises, so Jessica pushed in the little red rubber plugs that came with the masks, and all was silence.
“Good.  I think we’re ready, don’t you, May?”
“Yes.”  She raised her voice a little, to check whether the boys could hear through the thinner latex that covered their ears.  “Boys, can you hear us?  Nod if you can.”
The heads nodded.
“Excellent.”
The girls seated themselves on the coffee table, May in front of Bobby and Jessica in front of Tim.  May put her phone camera on video and placed it between her and Jessica.  They took hold of the boys’ erections.
“They’re so hard…” mouthed May silently, screwing up her face in delight.  Jessica responded with a peace sign. 
“Now, where were we?” she said, out loud.  “Ah, yes.  We’d settled on pink latex panties, hadn’t we.  A little short blue satin dress with crinolines and a big bow at the waist, puff sleeves, white hold-up stockings…  Shall we say blue Mary Janes, and Bobby’s hair in bunches with blue ribbons?”
Tim’s bloated coc-k quivered in her hand.  She gave it a gentle encouraging squeeze.
“That seems agreeable.  Keep holding hands, boys.  Now, makeup.  Bobby will need a little subtle makeup to make him the perfect girl.  I’m going to suggest a touch of blue eye shadow, a little mascara – he’s already got lovely long lashes – er, I think a touch of blusher, and pink lip gloss – to match the panties you chose, Tim.  Tim…?  Oh my goodness…”
He had suddenly tensed, his head jerked back, and he gave a muffled sob.  The coc-k in her fingers reared, and then it was pumping violently, the big teat inflating as it filled with c-um.  His body shuddered with the force of his climax.  Bobby, close beside him,  felt every spasm, which was all he needed to set him off as well, and the next second the two of them, holding hands tight, were jerking and grunting in unison!  Things had turned out even better than the girls could have hoped.  They exchanged delighted glances, each diligently milking her own spurting coc-k, intent on prolonging the boys’ orgasms as long as possible, and making sure they were drained of every last possible drop.