Friday Night At Harris' House

My name is Barry Hemmon. My name by choice is Berry. I had just moved into Milwaukee, and was searching for new friends. It's not always easy for a transvestite to find friends who share his interests.

One day I bumped into this guy named Harris. He was flirting with me, because he thought I was a girl When he found out that I wasn't a girl, he didn't even flinch.

"Oh, really. I've got some friends who are transvestites, too," he had said. "You should come over Friday night, we're all getting together for some fun."

That sounded good to me, so I got directions and waited for the day to arrived.

Alas the day had arrived.

I came home from work, and began rummaging through my closet, trying decide what to wear. He'd said it was going to be pretty casual, I decided to be a little bit casual. I found some faded, cut-off jeans and a white, loose-fitting blouse. I put them on with tan pantyhose, and wore a pair black of sandals that had the straps that wind can wind all the way up to the knees. I was small, so I didn't have a hard time finding shoes to fit me. My shoe size was a 7 and 1/2 in mens, so I could usually wear a 9 or 9 and 1/2 in womens shoes. I stood about 5'5", and weighed about 130.

I grabbed my things, and headed out the door.

When I arrived, I rang the doorbell, and sure enough, Harris came to the door.

He invited me in, and we went into the living room. Three of his friends were there, but they were dressed like any other man.

"Hey, Harris," I tugged at his shoulder. "I thought you said.."

"They're on the way," he interrupted. "They're always late."

He went in the kitchen and I sat down on the couch. The guys were looking at me very intently, and I began to feel uncomfortably, so I started up a conversation.

"I'm Berry. What's your name?" I said to the guy on my right.

"I'm Ray," he said.

"I'm Billy," the guy on my left said.

"And, I'm Ernest," the guy across from me said, with a wink.

We sat there talking about this and that, little things.

Harris came back in from the kitchen, with a drink.

"Here you go," he said. "Now we've all got drinks."

It looked like some sort of margarita, and a quick sniff assured me.

I loved margaritas.

I began sipping and talking.

I was having so much fun, that I forgot about the others that were supposed to show up.

Just for the record, they never did. They were never supposed to. It was all a set-up.

I began to feel very weary, like I was going to fall asleep right there as I sat.

All of a sudden, I faded out.

When I came to, I couldn't see. I was laying on some sort of table. My hands were tied to either corner of the table, and my feet were tied to the opposite corners.

"What the hell?" I yelled. "Untie, right now."

"No way," Ernest said. "Not until we've had a little fun."

"Oh, you call this fun, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," Harris said.

I felt a snap at my feet, and realized they had cut the strap on my shoe. They then cut the other one.

"You're gonna have to pay for that," I stated.

"How much were they, $5 and Wal-Mart?"

I was getting mad now. I jerked and struggled at my restraints, but I couldn't budge them.

I felt someone grab my foot, and start dragging his finger up and down.

I tried to pull it away, but between the restraints and his hand, I couldn't move it at all."

I started to giggle.

Then someone grabbed my other foot, and began tickling it with something I couldn't quite make out, but it really tickled. It tickled enough to make me laugh out loud.


It was a quick playful laugh, but I was enough to let them know that I was really ticklish on my feet.

I then felt two hands, stroking the right side of my ribs and underarms.

At the same time, two more hands joined on the left.

It was all I could take. I exploded into laughter."

"Aaaaahahahahahaaahaaaahaaahaahaaahaaa. Staahahaahaahahahop."

Whoever it was that was tickling my right foot, was doing a good job, because that was making me laugh the hardest. Even through those pantyhose, he was managing to dig pretty deeply between my toes.

I struggled, trying to kick them away from my feet, but when you can't move, it's kind of hard to move people.

The tickling along my rib cage wasn't getting any less intense, either.

Then they hit the most ticklish spot on my body. My hips.

The one who got them, realized what he had done, and began digging his fingers in all around my hips.


I was shaking and jerking uncontrollable. I was trying my best to somehow pull free. I pulled with every bit of strength that I had, but it wasn't even close to being good enough. They had tied me up good and tight.

The person on my left foot was now using one hand on the top, and one hand on the bottom. No matter how much I tried, I could not get away from any of the tickle torture that had invaded me.

The guy working on my armpits was finding all of the most sensitive spots from shaving, and he was giving me quite an uproar, also.

As much as it was torturesome, I was also enjoying it.

Then one of them began tickling around my crotch, and stroking my balls.

I was laughing so hard, that I could barely breath.

After about a minute of that, I ejaculated into my panties.

The tickle torture continued.

Finally, I passed out, either from exhaustion or from the struggle.

When I woke up, I was in a bed, apparently in the guys guest room.

He was in the kitchen.

I walked in.

"You want some breakfast?" he asked.


"How'd you like last night?"

I gave him a dirty look.

"You wanna do it gain next Friday night?" he asked.

"Just don't ruin my shoes, this time."