Despite her attraction to me, she was afraid that her parents would not approve. So over time we became friends instead of lovers. But I could tell my...sex tales became more and more distressing. Admittedly I knew the effect they had on her. I loved how she would cross and uncross her legs as I could imagine her lust becoming an uncomfortable dampness between her thighs. I wanted her so bad! But I had to be careful and patient until the opportunity arose to give her what she wanted. One night. I nervously waited for the elevator, as I got in and the door was closing he came rushing up and stop the door from closing. (FUCK). The door closed and he was in front of me, we were both facing the door. All of the sudden he turns around and says... “So, you like to dress like a girl huh?” Stunned with the direct confrontation, I just said “It’s kind of a thing with me”....He stared at me for a sec and said nothing. At that point the door opened up on my floor, and I walked out, then he held. Not skinny, she was well proportioned down below with a soft looking pair of buttocks that almost winked from in front of me as we walked up the stairs earlier. Cathy, on the other hand, was smaller all around, maybe 5’1”, dark brown hair with a round face, quite cute in fact. Much smaller breasts, waist, ass, etc. And shorter legs, of course. A real doll.And here I am, an overfed long haired leaping gnome (okay, I stole that… starting over) skinny long-haired, shaggy-bearded young man used to. The next thing I knew was that John was pulling my panties down, between the five of them they had me stripped naked and I couldn't do a thing to stop them, though I struggled they were just too many and too strong for me. Panting I let myself go limp in their hold thinking they might think I'd fainted or something, fat chance, all they did was drag me out of the living room and upstairs to our parent's bedroom. As we neared the door I began to struggle again, but for all the good it did me I.