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  One of my buddies at work got torn a new asshole for telling people he was a vegetarian, I can only imagine the absolute nightmare my life would be if people found out it was me inside this petite blonde bombshell.

  So I had to play dress up and pretend, even if only for today, that I was a girl.

  I got to work sorting the clothes into might work and definitely won’t work. In the definitely won’t work pile was pretty much any pants and anything with an image on it. Those would look absolutely ridiculous on me, way too big and not something that a girl would wear. At least not the shirts with images I had.

  So it was plain colors, something simple and straightforward. The size was going to be way too big on me but I had an idea of something that might work.

  Grabbing an oversized Tank Top and a belt I put the shirt on and wrapped the belt around my waist, cinching it tight.

  From this angle it looked passably like a dress, not exactly fashionable, but good enough to work at a glance. And the way I figured it I wasn’t going to be out for long, so I’d just have to pass a little bit of scrutiny.

  Slipping on a pair of boxers under the shirt didn’t do me any favors. The bottoms of them were absolutely visible and to top it off they kept slipping down. I didn’t have much of an option here, I was going to have to go commando.

  My shirt/dress wasn’t exactly long, but it managed to cover my ass and keep a fair amount of my thighs covered. It would have to do.

  Leaving my bedroom I took a slight detour to glance at myself in the mirror in the bathroom.

  I wasn’t stylish, but I did look pretty good. The belt did a good job of showcasing my tiny figure and my rather generous helping of boobs. I didn’t feel terrible going out wearing this.

  Plus that unique ability this body had to look kind of done up even without makeup or anything came in handy right now. I honestly looked like a girl just going out to do a bit of casual shopping. Someone who cared enough about her appearance to make herself look pretty, but didn’t care so much that she fussed over it.

  Heading towards the front door I had the sudden memory that I actually had shoes that might fit me. Obviously my work boots or any one of the pairs of shoes I had worn as a guy were far too big for this bodies delicate feet, but as luck would have it I happened to have a pair of boots from an old old girlfriend that were still kicking around in the front closet.

  For once I was thankful that I wasn’t terribly good at cleaning up.

  They were honestly a bit ridiculous, these thigh high boots that were dark grey. But they fit just fine, surprisingly fine. And with the outfit they didn’t look half bad. I actually looked pretty cute.

  So it was with a bit of a boost in self-confidence that I headed out the door and towards the construction site.

  While I walked there I formed a plan. I was going to head into the construction site and tell the boss that I was my girlfriend and was just there to pick up the pay because I was too sick to make it. I figured that I could probably prove that I was legitimate just by dropping enough knowledge about my life to convince him.

  I was feeling pretty good, good about the plan and good about passing as a girl. Well passing as a real girl.

  Walking down the street I honestly felt a little carefree, like even if just for a moment I felt a bit at peace with what had happened. Like this wasn’t maybe the worst thing in the world.

  I don’t know how to explain it but this body just didn’t feel awkward anymore, didn’t feel like it wasn’t me. It felt like it was me, like I was adjusting to it well.

  And the attention I was getting didn’t hurt either, because it seems I was right in my guess that this body looked pretty fucking cute.

  As I passed them on the street guys were more than a little obvious about staring. They would watch me pass, craning their necks to make sure they checked out every bit of me. Some of them would call out to me, or make comments that were more than a little lewd.

  But something about it hit a button in me and I found myself responding to it. My step became a bit bouncier. I found myself walking with a bit more of a sway to my hips.

  I would smile coyly or give the boys a smouldering look as I walked past them. Biting my lip and looking them up and down more than once I had a fantasy of them taking more than a few liberties with me, even if it was right there in the street.

  I felt wild, unhinged. I felt like I was liable to do anything here and damn the consequences. It was exciting.

  So I was almost a little sad when I realized I was approaching the construction site and my whole little journey would be over. But I suppose I did have the whole walk back to look forward to, and maybe that would prove to give me more stimulation for my imagination.

  With that in mind I turned to enter the construction site, and I think I had barely even taken a step inside the gates when I heard a catcall come from off to one side.

  Glancing to my side and preparing to give another coy smile or a shy wave I saw that the source of that call was only too familiar to me.

  At this site I worked in a five man crew, me and four others. We’d gotten to know each other pretty well, and I could guess at this point what each one of them was going to do or say before they did probably.

  There was John, the unofficial head of the crew. He was an older guy, silver haired and in the construction game for far longer than most other guys were. That was because he was more than a little cautious. He would look before he leapt and it was good to have him on the crew since he had more than likely saved each of us from doing something dumb at least once during this job.

  Mike was the next most reliable. He was a big guy, tall and broad shouldered he looked like a bodybuilder. He was quiet in that intimidating sort of way, like he was more than likely evaluating your every step to make sure you weren’t about to screw something up.

  Bobby was the youngest of us, just turned 22 a couple weeks ago. He was a shy kid, didn’t like being the center of attention. But he was good at his job and a real quick learner. Not terribly strong or built, but he could keep at a single task for hours if need be without rest.

  Adam was the last one of the crew, and I honestly don’t know why the hell he wound up in construction. He was handsome and charming, and the last time I’d gone out with him he’d managed to sweet talk a lady right off her fellas arm and into the bathroom for some fun. With his looks and his wit he would do well in a dozen different jobs that were far less demanding than construction. He claimed he liked the simplicity of it, said he liked doing stuff with his hands.

  That was the crew, and they were usually good guys.

  But today they’d decided to be dicks.

  We’re not normally the cat calling types. I know it’s a bit of a stereotype, a bunch of construction guys leaning off of scaffolding calling out to pretty ladies as they walk past. Don’t get me wrong that absolutely happens at construction sites, but not by us.

  We would notice women, and we’d point them out to each other. But we always held back from actually calling after a lady.

  I mean what was the point of doing that? What’s she going to do? Run into the site and demand that we fuck her right there and then?

  Well apparently I was the only thing keeping them from trying just that tactic. Because without me there that was exactly what they were doing.

  A wolf whistle from Adam set my hackles up and it broke something in me. I’d liked it when guys there on the street looked me up and down but they were strangers. Even though they didn’t know it was me these were supposed to be my friends and I’d counted on them being better than that.

  My fists balled up and before I knew what I was doing I was storming across the yard towards them.

  It must have been quite the site, a tiny blonde chick stomping her way over to them. Half of them started laughing before I even got within shouting distance.

  “Don’t,” I demanded, cutting them off, “Don’t you dare think this is funny. Just what the hell do you think you’
re doing?”

  “Wha-” was all that John managed to get out before I cut him off.

  “Nope,” I snapped my fingers at him, “I’m talking now. What do you expect was going to happen there? What do you think I was going to do was I just going to spread my legs for you because you’re so fucking talented at whistling?”

  “Easy,” said Mike before I stepped up to him, completely ignoring the fact that he towered over me.

  “What is it big man?” I said, looking up at him, “Can’t take a little lady telling you how things are supposed to go? Can’t take the heat?”

  “I’m sorry,” came the voice from behind me, and it caught me off guard so much I was at a loss for what to say. All I could do was turn and look at Adam.

  “It was me that whistled at you and called at you and I’m sorry,” he said, actually looking a bit sheepish, “Listen I don’t know why I did it. I mean you can ask pretty much anyone across this site we’re the last guys you’d expect to do something like that. Seriously we just don’t. But that’s no excuse and I’m sorry.”

  “Oh,” I replied, trying to find the words, “Oh well…”

  Adam slid up next to me, coming in close so I could smell the musk of his manly sweat, “Can I talk to you for a minute, a bit out of the hustle and bustle of all of this?”

  Looking up into his big green eyes I just swallowed deeply and nodded my consent.

  He wrapped an arm around my shoulders then and led me out of the main entering area of the site down a somewhat hidden pathway.

  “Look I know it’s no excuse,” he said, “But I mean you’re really cute.”

  I blushed a little, feeling honestly a bit embarrassed at the compliment. Sheepishly I managed to squeak out, “Thanks.”

  “No don’t,” he continued, “I wasn’t looking for a thank you there it’s the honest truth. I mean there are beautiful girls and there are cute girls and then there are girls like you and goddamn you’re a bombshell. Like I said it’s no excuse but we just don’t see a lot of girls like you down here.”

  I blushed harder, letting him lead me down the path and around the corner into a familiar place.

  It was a sheltered area of the construction site, a hidden little place that only our crew knew about. When we’d done good work for the day and met all of our quotas we would all gather back here to relax and drink a bit while on the clock. We’d even managed to secret in some chairs and a table for cards. It was our secret place.

  “I mean,” he went on, “You’re a kind of once in a lifetime girl. I knew that from the first moment I saw you. You kind of shine bright, draw attention. It would be like if a famous model walked in here. You gotta take a shot, even if you know it’s likely to fail.”

  I found myself falling for it, even though I knew it was a line. Even though I knew just how charming Adam could be.

  But the whole emotional day had me all wrapped up and confused. I couldn’t keep anything straight in my head anymore. Fantasy and reality blurred into together into one great big ball of pent up confusion as I tried to sort it all out.

  I was here with him but I was still back in my apartment too, touching myself and enjoying my own company, climaxing on my fingers harder than I ever had as a man. And I was out on the street too, with all those men staring at me with open and naked desire in their eyes, I knew just what they wanted and I knew that deep down I wanted it too.

  Sure this was different, was someone I knew. But just because I knew him didn’t mean that he knew me, not here in this body.

  I could take a chance.

  I kissed him, making the first move and throwing my arms around his neck I practically leapt into his arms as I kissed him. He tasted strong and masculine, somewhat smokey. When his hands grabbed my waist and lifted my feet off the ground I felt a dizzy lightness in my stomach that made my whole body feel like it was doing flips.

  He pressed his tongue into my mouth and I was surprised at first, but I found my body responding to it automatically. My tongue pressing back against his as my body writhed and wriggled in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, lifting them up to lock around his midsection and hold me there.

  His hands explored down me, slipping under my dress to palm my ass. When he slipped a finger between my cheeks and found that I was wearing nothing at all I felt him pause for a moment, felt the hint of a smile cross his face as he thanked his luck.

  Then his hand slipped down and between me and I felt his thick fingers sliding up and down the lips of my pussy, feeling me out as my hips bucked almost unconsciously against his hand. He slipped just the tip of his finger into me and I moaned into his mouth in response. I could feel my nipples harden and press into his chest.

  He walked us backwards until he found a seat and practically fell into it with me in his lap. Grateful for the new position I knew just what to do next.

  There wasn’t even a choice in my mind. My body was working on autopilot, directing me towards what I wanted and needed so badly.

  I slid off his lap and knelt on the ground between his knees. My hands slid up his jean clad thighs, palms pressing into his hard muscles as my fingers reached out for that bulge in his pants.

  I worked as quickly as I could, unbuckling and unzipping his pants and drawing them down just enough to free that beautiful beast of a cock he was hiding.

  Just the sight of it sent my body into overdrive, made my mouth water and made my thighs clench and squeeze my throbbing sex. I grasped it at the very base, seeing just how tiny my delicate hand seemed in comparison to his long, thick shaft. Stroking up and down it I watched the head of it glisten in the light of the sun as I worked at it.

  Slipping forward I didn’t waste any time before taking that tantalizing head into my mouth and suckling on it. I may have been in a bit of a rush to get it into my mouth, but now that it was there I was going to take my time.

  I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the salt of his sweat and his precum mingling and making my body mewl with excitement. I felt his hips thrusting up a bit at me, tiny little micro thrusts as he tried to get me to take more of him into my mouth.

  But I just rolled my head around his cock, letting it into my mouth little by little before bobbing back off of it.

  “Oh fuck,” I heard him grunt, and that was what I was looking for.

  I pressed down, taking all of him into me until my lips were pressed against the fingers of my hand at the base of his shaft. I held myself there, with him throbbing inside of me until I heard the groan rip out of him and felt his cock throbbing inside of me.

  Then I backed off, popping him out of my mouth and taking in great gasping gulps of air. My hand continued to stroke up and down his shaft, feeling his shaft slick with my saliva and working it into the skin of him with my hand.

  Turning to look at him I saw him staring down at me with eyes lidded and heavy with interest. He wanted more than just a blow job, and I was right on the verge of giving it to him.

  Then I heard the voice from behind me whispering loudly, “What the hell?”

  Looking over my shoulder I saw them standing right there by the entrance. All three of them: John, Mike, and Bobby.

  Their mouths were open with and they were staring at me, kneeling there on the ground with Adams cock in my hand. I looked at each of them in turn, looking them up and down and taking in every inch of them before coming to a decision.

  Regretfully I pulled my hand away from Adam and stood up, turning so that all of them could see me I slowly and deliberately unbuckled my belt and let it fall to the ground before reaching down to grasp my dress and peel it off of me.

  I was naked, fully bared to them. My breasts jiggled slightly as I settled and I could feel my body responding as I saw them take me in.

  My eyes were like homing missiles, locking onto each of their thickening bulges in turn. I felt a smile creep over my face as I watched them respond to me, watched them consider the reality they had standing right there in their midst.
r />   To them it was a simple equation, they had a beautiful naked woman standing there wanting them to stare at her, to take her in.

  To me it was a bit different.

  I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that found all of this a little odd. A little voice inside of me telling me time and again that I shouldn’t want this. That I was a guy. That I was straight.

  But at the same time I knew one truth I couldn’t avoid. I was loving every minute of this and more importantly I’d never felt so comfortable before. That was really it. Being a woman just felt right. Felt better than being a man.

  I don’t think I’d been as happy as this in a long time, and I don’t think I’d wanted anything more than the future that was on offer right now.

  “So boys,” I said, my voice playful and sultry, “Who’s first?”

  Mike made the first move, crossing the distance to me without hesitation and wrapping me up in his arms. He was so big and bulky it was almost a bit intimidating, but his meaty hands pawing at my tiny body sent shivers of pleasure through me that put any and all of my concerns at ease.

  He kissed me hard, his tongue pressing into my mouth as if he was in a big rush, as if he was worried we were running out of time. But as my tongue pressed back onto him I tried to reassure him with my actions that we could take all day as far as I was concerned.

  I felt him touching me and felt that familiar warmth building in me. I didn’t realize that women's bodies were so receptive to sensation, so ready to go at a moments notice.

  When he wrapped me up in his arms my hands had been caught between our bodies and I pressed against his chest, pushing my palms into the strong and hard muscle there and feeling him twitch in response.

  The moment his arms released me a bit I sunk to my knees, working his pants off and freeing the second cock I’d touched in less than a day.

  He wasn’t as long as Adam, but he was quite a bit thicker and I marvelled at the fact that I could barely get my hand around his shaft. I lifted his heavy cock in my hands, admiring the way his balls seemed to sway back and forth for a moment before getting to work.