Date: Sat, 27 May 2000 23:34:39 -0400
From: Lauren Westley
Subject: Lake Ontario (Part One) TG

LAKE ONTARIO

Part One

BY

Lauren Westley


Let me introduce myself. My name is Loren. When I was 22 years old I had a
job similar in some respects to the Shining. I was working on a novel and
found a job that had all the right characteristics. There was a small
resort on Lake Ontario. It was only open from May through October. The
first day in November it was closed and only needed a caretaker during the
winter season. I had spent last year doing it and knew the routine. The
snow would come and I would enjoy the solitude of the place and work on my
novel.

            There was another reason that I enjoyed myself there also. I
had entry to all the stores and homes in the town. There were 32 homes, a
small grocery store and general store, which was combined. Actually it
carried a lot of things.

But what I enjoyed was my secret. I would dress up and be a woman during
that time. I could walk in the street after the snow came. I could shave. I
could do whatever I wanted until the 3rd Monday in April. That was when the
shopkeepers would return. I would usually stop shaving my face the last
week so they wouldn't guess. My hair was already long when I arrived. It
was auburn and when I washed it out and curled it after they all left it
was a perfectly feminine shoulder length coif. By April it was a lot
longer, but when they came I kept it like a masculine ponytail. No one
knew. No one guessed. And, I had the pleasure of enjoying my secret without
any consequences.

            I had a cell phone for emergencies and there was even a
generator at the General Store. My apartment was upstairs. There was a
bedroom, kitchen and sitting room. Some of the houses were quite large and
well kitted out. During my last year there, I had found at the Merchanson's
home (it was the largest one on the lake) quite a bit of hot Victoria
Secret and Frederick of Hollywood clothing. Mrs. Merchanson was my
size. Oh, I'm 5'5" and weigh 138 lbs. My skin is very pale, a creamy
white. I believe it's because I spend most time inside. I like to write,
cook and dress up. So, I don't get much sun.

            In order to get to this little vacation spot, you had to exit
the highway 5miles before the road North. Nearly everyone turned south and
drove into the two which was Southwest of here.  It wasn't even paved for
the last 10 miles after turning North at the farmer's house that owned all
the land from the highway to the just outside this little community. The
farm had been closed for the last two years and was for sale. It had been a
dairy farm but you couldn't dairy farm locally anymore. The economics were
terrible. The closest town of any size was 24 miles away. Sometimes before
the heavy snow of November came I would go there to the movies or if I
needed gas during the January thaw. After the snow it was my PC Internet
connection and/or the cell phone for socialization. The DVD on my PC was
for watching movies.



Often the landline would go down and once it took nearly 6 weeks to be
repaired. Mr. Adam's who owned the General Store would contact me by email
or if that didn't work he would call me. He had left me a list of
instructions that I had taped to the front of the refrigerator in my
kitchen. He was so anal he had written every detail with a number before
each one. When he would email or call. The day he came back. Which key went
to which house etc?


            Anyhow, I had been there about a week and the weather report
had said it was going to snow for the next three days. Even the Farmer's
Almanac had called for a bitter cold winter. The first light flaking was
flittering through the sky and I had already shaved my body the other
day. I shave everything except for a little patch above my penis, which I
shape the way the girls do in the girlie magazines. I decided to get
dressed and walk through the town in my black skirt, high heels (which I
couldn't use when the snow got heavier) and a white blouse and matching
ribbon in my hair. I was quite daring since I had been there the year
before and knew no one would come and where to hide if someone did.

            I loved putting my makeup on and had gotten quite proficient at
looking very feminine with the right eye shadow and lipstick. For this
outfit I had painted my nails and lips a bright sexy red. I would even wear
a tampon in my ass with the string hanging out so I would wiggle more as I
walked. I just loved this time together with me.

            An empty glass of wine sat on the table next to me as I
finished. Actually it was my third glass and I could feel a little flush in
my face from both the wine and the excitement. I had planned to walk to the
Hanover's house and then sit on their sofa and make believe while having an
orgasm. They have a stereo with some very romantic Italian music. I would
bring the rest of my wine over there and enjoy the walk and sway getting
there.

            I got up, looked in the mirror, and with my reds lips pursing
said, "You look marvelous." Then I checked the weather and news on my
pc. The weather report was even more severe saying perhaps as much as 24"
of snow was forecast to fall. It didn't bother me. I would be snug as a bug
in my private paradise of homes and store. The news was much the same. The
market was down; some bikers had raped a girl at a college that was about
150 miles from here. The lottery was over $24,000,000 and so on.

            I picked up my glass, filled it and walked down the stairs from
my apartment through the general store picking up the key for the
Hanover's. I never locked the store or even closed the door to my
apartment. Why bother? But, I always kept the owners homes locked. I put a
shawl around my shoulders, pulled my hair out over it and walked out into
the crisp early afternoon sun and snow. I loved the walk the feeling of my
skirt swaying and the cool air blowing up over my stockings against my
naked thighs until it reached the satin of my panties. All was well. The
Hanover house was just two blocks from the Store. My perfume mixed well
with the autumn coolness. It was a strong feminine smell of rich summer
flowers.



            Sauntering up the small walkway I wiggled my butt, accenting
one of my best features. I also had great legs or at least I always thought
so. I had never shared my secret with anyone else so I only knew from the
Polaroids I had taken last year and kept. They were in my bottom drawer
with all my other secret things. Except of course for the items that were
in the closet or the makeup on the shelf. As you can see, I was not scared
a bit since I knew the isolation out here. I wondered what I would do if
someone did come. Last year I was so cautious. When I was out I would
practice what I would say if I came across someone. I had figured out a
story that my husband and I were care taking and hope the person would be
on their way.



I had even worked on my voice so long that it seemed feminine enough to me
in the recordings I had on my PC. But no one ever came. Who was going to
drive down a road that said DEAD END for over 10 miles? It looked
desolate. There were no signs about the community down here. They liked it
that way just a quite little peninsula jutting out in Lake Ontario. So I
jiggled a bit up the steps and opened the door. All the houses were kept
warm by gas heat. But only 4 of them kept them up in the high 60's. They
were the Merchanson's, Hanover's, Balick's and Dunkirk's. They also had the
nicest furniture. The Balick's had a Steinway in their house. I was pretty
good with HVAC; my dad had owned a business when I grew up. It was one of
the reason's I got the job. Actually, HVAC is really easy. There just a few
things you need to know and a few spare parts. The whole town had used the
same brand of equipment. Some was older then others but none that I had
seen were even 10 years old.

I put on a wonderful CD. It was that Italian singer. The one who did
"Romanza". And I sat down so carefully and sipped my wine. I liked to
listen to his music a bit loud and the more I have drunk the louder I put
it. And today, it was nearly blasting. That's why I never heard them. I
mean the sound of the motorcycles. I was two blocks away and the road to
town was on the other side of the General Store. But I should have heard
it. Especially when it turned out there were sixteen motorcycles. But I
didn't. Nope, there I was quietly sipping my wine listening to the music
sitting in my feminine attire when the door flew open and two brusque and
burly motorcycle guys came up to me. One flipped off the music and the
other grabbed me by my wrists. He was so strong I snapped right up out of
the chair.

"Come on girly. Come with us," he said. His voice raspy from what I thought
must be drink and smoke. I was so unsure what to do. But also, I realized I
was also powerless. There was nothing to do but go with him and the other
biker. As we walked they each held me by my wrists and one grabbed and
goosed my ass. I was shuddering with fear as my heels glided over the
snow. It was falling heavily now and the street was cover with over an
inch.

We came to the General Store and I saw all the motorcycles. I was hoping
they just needed a little help or something and be on their way but inside
I knew this was not what was happening. As we entered the store I gulped as
I remembered the news story on my computer. The next thing I knew I was
inside the store standing there in the midst of more than a dozen
bikers. They ranged in nearly all sizes except small. I without a doubt was
the small one. A couple of them looked like they were 300lbs with big beer
guts. Some of the others were in terrific shape and then one six foot four
guy motioned for me to come over to him. Obviously he was the leader. I
walked over.

Looking at me and asked if I liked bikers. Nervously and in the most
feminine voice I could muster I answered that bikers were nice guys. I
didn't know what I was going to do. Then he put his hand around the back of
my head pulled me forward and kissed me. He pulled back with a little laugh
and asked about how I felt sucking biker dick. I was so afraid of what they
would do if they knew I was a guy. I shook in fear and stuttered and
nothing came out.

He reached down with his hand and put in on my ass and asked again, "girls
like to suck dick don't they?" I tried to be a little courageous and move
his hand off my ass and say, "that is a private matter." But he slapped my
face hard and I thought of those bikers wanted for rape and I started to
cry.



"Girls like to suck cock. Do you like to swallow?" he said with a smirk and
reached and grabbed my ass. My face was stinging and I was crying. I didn't
dare try to stop him but I was terrified of what the consequences would
be. He squeezed my ass cheek and continued, "We're going to be here for
quite awhile and since you are the only girl, well, and we just want to
know?" I just began to cry and whimper saying I wasn't a girl, I was a guy
and "please, please let me go." He just started laughing so hard as I sank
down in tears. "We know who you are and everything else. We've been to your
apartment and read the note on the refrigerator. We've found your butt plug
and clothes and we are staying here for the next few months and you are the
only girl. So, do you like to swallow?" he asked.

The other bikers were laughing, as I answered no. To which Jim, as I
learned his name later, said, "too bad since you will be swallowing gobs of
cum." His hand rubbed in my ass crack and I tried to pull back again but
this time he slapped me so hard I fell backwards over his hand on my ass
and landed with my stocking legs splayed in the air and my panties visible
to those nearby who laughed and said, "just like a girl to be such a slut
to show her panties."

Jim told me stand up and listen and at this point I wasn't going to argue
anymore. I was dejected and broken. He mentioned how they had already
reviewed my computer and had seen the news groups I had subscribed to. The
alt.binary.pictures.transsexuals and the alt.binary.pictures.oral ,also
facial.cum, spanking, anal and finally he said he had seen how I liked
alt.binary.pictures.urine. I cringed as I heard him say that. I was
fascinated, yes from a remote prurient idea, just like I dressed up in
secret. But, now my secrets were out. All of them were out and known by 16
bikers who were not known for being either courteous or worrying about what
others wanted.

He explained I was to be deferential to the bikers and to accentuate my
feminity. Because if at anytime I showed my masculinity the bikers would
respond with what they would do to a man who had broken into their world
unwanted. He said I wouldn't want this alternative. It didn't take me a
minute to figure out I didn't want that to happen and I even found myself
trying to stand more alluringly. He must have noticed because he said
"good," and continued.



All the bikers gathered round him as he told them they would spend some
time hear until the "heat died down." He didn't know how long that would be
but fortunately this was the perfect place, there was plenty of food and
one good slut. In order to maintain some discipline he said they were to go
to the computer and find what they wanted from the alt.picture sites that I
had subscribed to. Print the picture that they were interested in and then
hand it to me. Each picture was to be in order of arrival and I was to have
them signed and rated after I had performed them. At the end of each day
they would be reviewed and I would either be given a reward or punished
with a spanking. I was to accomplish all the sheets each day or else. The
"or else" sounded so dire, like the other situation regarding not showing
my masculinity, that I feared not accomplishing what I was to do. On the
other hand doing what I was going to do would be also terrifying. I hadn't
come out of the closet I had been dragged out. All those years of acting
feminine and dressing up were now the only thing that remained between me
and perhaps my life.

My other job was to cook and clean. He said we would move to the
Merchanson's house everything but the computer and cell phone which would
remain here guarded. Also, I would make a list of what I needed to "keep
house and keep myself pretty", but I was only allowed to venture out from
the Merchanson's house with two of the bikers with me. "Oh, and by the
way," Jim said as I was being escorted out the door to my new home and
duties, "your name will be Lauren now."



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