Lockdown! 10

Chapter 10

Hearing the knob turn before seeing the bedroom door open, Tim jumped to his high-heeled feet and stumbled. Throwing his arms forward, he was just about able to regain his balance on his troublesome footwear. Fortunate to avoid a potentially painful tumble, Tim glanced up to see Kamsi enter the room with a shellshocked expression on his face.

With Kamsi frozen in the doorway like a mannequin, the two old friends looked each other up and down, both men stunned by the transformation of the other.

Tim opened his mouth to say something, but Kamsi quickly shot him down before he had the chance to speak. “Don’t,” he stated loudly as he clomped across the bedroom floor. “I’m not in the mood right now.”

Annoyed by the comment, Tim narrowed his eyes. “And I am?” He replied, annoyed. “I’ve had a bad enough day without you telling me what to do,” he added, balling his hands into fists. “So how about you, don’t instead!”

Taken aback by his usually meek friend’s outburst, Kamsi felt confused. Dressed as he was, he suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself. Everything just felt so wrong. The tight skirt wrapped around his waist restricted his gait, and the silky tights encasing his smooth legs, softly brushed against each other every time he moved.

Initially planning to walk straight past Tim to his bed, Kamsi suddenly became aware of the braids attached to his hair, falling in front of his made-up face. Just as off-putting, the large, hooped earrings in his newly pierced ears knocked lightly against his neck with each cautious step he took atop his chunky heeled ankle boots.

Flustered, Kamsi stopped, looking over at Tim once more. Noticing how similar the style of the outfit was to his own, albeit with what looked like a looser skirt. But then again, his shoes did look more difficult to navigate due to their thinner heel.

“Ok, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” Kamsi finally said while looking up into Tim’s dark-lined eyes. He wondered if his friend was also wearing the uncomfortable underwear Veronica had given him before his makeover but was too afraid to ask. Just thinking about the underwear made him anxious. The constant feeling of the tight sleeve gripping his penis tightly and holding it firmly between his legs was one he knew he'd never get used to.

“It’s fine,” Tim replied with a heavy sigh. “I get it. This is a messed up situation.”

“I know man,” Kamsi shot back, waving his hands in the air. “Veronica went too far with this makeover crap, look at me! Some of this shit is not going to be easy to change back. Look at my goddam hair!”

Sighing again, Tim shook his head, feeling his own extended hair waft around his face. “From what she said, this is only the beginning too. She filmed you too, right? With that and what we signed back at the office; she’s got us by the balls.”

Kamsi shifted uncomfortably at the mention of balls. Once again worried about his boys down below, unnaturally stuffed up inside the body cavity, until early he didn't know he had.

“Yeah, she filmed it all,” he replied sheepishly. “Do you have any idea what she’s going to do with the footage?”

Tim started to answer the question but was suddenly interrupted when the bedroom door flew open and in stomped the "new and improved" Paul.

As Paul slowly approached, both men turned and folded their arms, noting his lighter more feminine-looking hairstyle and an outfit that matched their own.

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Feeling utterly humiliated but determined not to let his two friends see how uncomfortable he felt. Paul held his head high as he wobbled across the room. As his nylon-covered legs swished against one another below the little pleated skirt bouncing around his pantied backside, Paul forced a smile. Every tiny mincing step forward on his crippling footwear was torture. The loud click-clack sound they created as they collided with the hardwood floor served as a constant reminder of the embarrassment he felt.

“Hey, girls, nice legs,” Paul cheerfully announced as he stopped in front of his friends. His joke was intended to break the tension in the room but didn't go across as he expected.

Kamsi rolled his eyes as Tim exploded. “You arsehole! How can you joke at a time like this? Veronica is planning to destroy our lives and it's all your fault!"

"My fault?" Paul yelled back. "How do you figure that one?"

"Well, if you hadn’t of fucked her over so many times, perhaps she wouldn’t be acting like such a crazy heartless bitch,” Tim shouted back.

“Hey, you’re the one who suggested dressing up like this to visit the bank lady,” Paul fired back, placing his hands on his hips. “For all I know, you’re loving all this, living out some kind of secret fetish!”

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With his blood boiling, Tim, not usually a violent person, was seconds away from lunging at Paul. Ready to slap the smirk off his glossy pink lips.

“Who has a fetish?” Veronica announced as she strode confidently into the room. The three crossdressed men fell silent, unable to look at each other.

“Well, this bit of quiet is a pleasant surprise. And now that all the arguments are over, we can get down to business,” she declared with a chuckle.

Tim took a deep breath feeling his legs wobble. Kamsi, with his arms still folded, gave her his death stare. Paul on the other hand was still trying to act tough. “Do your worst, you evil bitch. You won’t break us, right boys?” He stated confidently as Tim and Kamsi looked over in disbelief, their jaws almost on the floor.

“Is that so?” Veronica answered, taking the insult in her stride. “You know, I was going to take it easy on you three today. Let you get used to your new clothes. But after that little outburst from Paula here, I’ve changed my mind.”

“Veronica, please. he didn’t mean it,” Tim said, quickly stepping in to try and salvage the situation.

“Yeah, he’s just tired and a little emotional,” Kamsi added. “Right, P? Tell her you’re sorry.”

Twisting her head to the right, Veronica looked into Paul’s pretty made-up eyes and waited. She didn’t expect an apology, but the “fuck you” she received instead only cemented her decision.

“Ha. Well, we better find you, ladies, a coat then," Veronica said, scanning along the line of frustrated-looking men. "It’s a lovely day for a walk around the park, but it's bound to get a bit chilly late this evening. It always does this time of year.”