Chapter 89: Homosexual Clothes Make Girls Faint

Thursday, April 21, 2005 (Continued)

We were cutting getting to class a little fine, so Julia, Lily, a couple of the Liaison rejects and I went straight into the classroom as soon as we arrived.

I was thinking about other things (recalling the wonderful stripping race, if you must know), and I automatically paused to let the girls traveling with me enter the room first, then I entered after them. Classrooms are always very noisy places just before class starts. There's lots of catching up, joking around, etc. I walked into the cacophonous room and the reaction immediately started. People fell silent, maybe with a gasp or exclamation first, but then silence. It quickly spread across the room. Everyone who noticed me, stared. The people that hadn't noticed yet were rapidly being nudged, or were turning to check out the unnatural silence. My unnatural clothes kept them speechless and the speechlessness only took a few seconds to spread throughout the room. I had been enjoying my thoughts so much it took me a second or two to consciously notice the reaction and recall that I was dressed in a somewhat unexpected manner. I wear my schoolbag like a backpack to free up my arms for any spouse that wants to hang on, so the class had an unobstructed view of my "magnificence" (one of their words, as you'll read very shortly).

Pat (short for Patricia), one of the class's prettiest girls and who happened to be standing near me, exhaled, "Egg! You're magnificent!" Pat forgot to inhale after her comment. Instead - while most of the girls in the class were echoing Pat's opinion - Pat's legs visibly started wobbling and she started crumpling.

I like catching beautiful girls, so I quickly leaped to her and caught her about halfway down. I lifted her up and supported her weight while I waited for her legs to stop flopping around. Eventually they worked out what they were for and started doing their job. I'd turned so most of the class were now behind me, which allowed some of them (just girls initially, fortunately) to make such comments as, "Egg's a HUNK!", "Oh my god! Look at his ass", or "How can a guy have a waist like that? I'd kill for that waist." Some whistles, plus some even ruder comments, as you'd expect from tomorrow's leaders and the cream of the country's education system. There'd even been a few comments made by guys, but thankfully, they were mostly keeping quiet.

Pat was grasping one of my arms with both her hands. As her strength returned, her grip relaxed, but did not release and she still had a fair bit of weight on my arm. When she seemed capable of standing unaided, I asked, "Are you okay now?"

Pat looked deeply into my eyes to breathe, "Yes, thank you, Egg."

It was time for me to leave her, to make my way to my seat, but first I had to say, "Umm, you need to let my arm go."

Pat looked down at her hands, staring at them in puzzlement for a couple of seconds. Normally I wear a jacket, whereas this shirt was very short sleeved, so this could have been the first time Pat had seen my arm. She seemed fascinated by it. She was certainly unable to let it go. Her eyes moved up my arm. My whole body is very well muscled - totally undeserved, probably from the ki healing thing - and my arm muscles where working to support Pat's weight. She relaxed one hand and used it to rub up my arm, whispering, "You're stunning. Can you help me to my desk, please?"

Pat sits in the front row so it was a short trip. I took a good grip on her and turned to help her to her desk. One of the girls near me said, "Oh. Look at his, umm." Everyone knew what she'd meant. There wasn't anything I could usefully do. I could step behind Pat, but what about the rest of the day, and every other day that Julia would want me to dress similarly. Best to ignore it. Especially now that the whole class had looked at my "umm" anyway.

I got Pat to her chair and sat her down. Pat said, "I can't believe how superb you look, Egg."

Julia, who was sitting in her chair, called out, "If you think Mark looks good now, you should see him naked."

Every single girl in the class immediately visualized that. Almost without exception all their eyes dropped to my "umm". So did the eyes of a few of the guys, making me even more uncomfortable. I prayed they were motivated by macho competitiveness. Hopefully really, really macho.

Julia added, addressing Lily who was sitting a few desks away, "Lily, when you come to school tomorrow morning, tell Pat and the other girls what Mark looks like naked, okay?" I was glad Julia had specified "girls".

Lily said, "Okay."

I was back in my seat, head down and searching through my schoolbag at my feet for whatever it was that'd take me the longest possible time to find. Whereupon I intended to lose it and start all over again.

One of the girls called out, "What's going on?"

Julia started answering, "Mark's looking for another girlfriend because I'm busy with Carol half the time..." Julia continued with her fake explanation. She had to speak loudly to be heard over the excited reactions of damned near every girl in the class. They thronged around Julia, some around Lily, and some around me. Hiding under the desk (a.k.a. searching diligently through my bag) wasn't working for me, so I took the couple of steps necessary to try to hide behind Julia. It was insane how much noise there was, and how little of it was even semi-intelligent. I was the same guy I'd been all year, but I turn up dressed as a homosexual and half the class - fortunately the female half - gets wildly interested in me.

After a minute of chaos during which Julia had loudly finished her explanation and ignored the shouted questions, the teacher called for order.

And then called for order again, louder. The class's girls would MUCH rather discuss this latest development than listen to a boring, old teacher, so they ignored him. He called out yet again, "GIRLS. SIT DOWN. What's got into you?"

One of them yelled back, "I know what I want to get into me." That helped restore correct classroom behavior not at all.

Eventually the teacher got all the girls seated. Seating them didn't stop the problems though, as they kept turning to look at me, trying to talk with Julia or Lily, pass notes, and things like that. The teacher noticed that half the class were paying no attention whatsoever to the lesson, instead aiming it at Julia and me.

It didn't take very long at all for the root source of the disruption to be identified. "Ahh, Mr. Anderson. I see you've changed your style of dress."

"Isn't he DIVINE?" opined one of the girls. (Mom uses some strange words, including "opined". It means "to express an opinion", making it a conveniently short word. For some reason I like the sound of it, although I'd never be silly enough to use it out loud at school.)

"You should see him when he's standing. Stand up and give us a twirl, Mark," begged another girl.

"YEAH!" agreed every girl in the room.

Not being a girl, a fact that would have been proudly demonstrated by the way my clothing molded to me if I'd stood, I stayed seated.

It took the teacher a little while to settle the girls down to a workable level again. Class started, but all during the lesson there were problems. Not from me though. I was on my absolute best behavior to avoid giving the teacher any excuse to blame me. I was dressed well within the school's dress code so had nothing to fear if I behaved myself. Despite my good behavior, the teacher wasn't having a good period.

About fifteen minutes in, for example, one of the girls raised her hand, saying, "I desperately need to go to the ladies room. I'm DESPERATE!" Which triggered much laughter, and many, "Me too's", with various levels of desperation declared, some of which were shockingly frank. I was EXTREMELY relieved that none of the guys felt a similar need.

For the rest of the lesson, a high proportion of the class's girls needed to go "Take care of business", as one of them called it, or to "Relieve myself" as another did. On her way out, one of the girls stood in the doorway, stared at me for a few seconds, then sighed loudly and closed the door behind her. It took the teacher a fair while to quell the laughter. Even the boys had laughed. Everyone except the teacher was having a great time.

Another distraction occurred mid-class when Julia suddenly burst out laughing. I looked and saw that the guy sitting on the other side of her had been leaning toward her, but was now rapidly moving back to his normal stance and turning red. The teacher took a dim view of being so loudly interrupted and demanded an explanation, which was probably a tactical error.

Julia said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. Eric just asked me for a date. Why on Earth would I go out with Eric when I've got Mark, who's an absolute god in bed?"

The class's females laughed, but were also desperately trying to work out what on Earth was going on. Most of the guys just laughed, no doubt thankful that Eric had been the first to try his luck with my self-confessed sexually active and - they'd hoped - ex-girlfriend.

The teacher was less than impressed by Julia's answer, especially her inflammatory last phrase. Julia kept a low profile for the rest of the class.

Toward the end of an exasperating and very unproductive lesson, the teacher declared, "I hope you're not going to be dressed like that tomorrow, Mark."

Julia answered for me, "I'll make sure he dresses better."

Teach smiled happily, while all the girls moaned and complained.

Julia firmly repeated much louder, "MUCH BETTER."

Most of them got it, and when one girl said, "Wow," the rest of them understood Julia's point. Julia's statement also reinforced that she wasn't exactly fighting to hold me back. Quite the opposite. Any girl that wanted a piece of me not only had an open target - that's how it felt to me - but one that Julia was pushing out into the firing range.

The instant the bell rang we were mobbed: "What's going on?", "Why's Egg dressed like that?", "Why's Lily seeing him naked?", "Is Mark your boyfriend or not?" And more; much, much more.

Julia held up her hands and called for silence. Then called for Lily, who managed to worm her way in through the crowd. Julia pointed to my lap (I was still sitting, as that was less embarrassing) and suggested to Lily that she, "Take a seat."

Lily took the hint and the seat. I put my arms around her and hugged her close, to help Julia make her point, and also because I enjoyed it. Covering myself up was a nice bonus too.

Julia called for Pat, who also worked her way through to the inner ring. While we were waiting for her, Julia whispered to me, "Do you want Pat?" Pat was definitely one of the best looking 16-year old girls at school. Right up there with Julia but with much larger breasts, and she's a nice girl too. My decision was easy; I nodded enthusiastically. It was unbelievable what affect dressing like a homosexual had. It made girls EASY! The anxiety I'd had on the way to school and when I'd first got out of the car was swept away by now.

When Pat arrived, Julia said, "Pat, you were strongly affected by Mark's new look, you're beautiful and a nice person. Mark's already agreed, so if you want to, you can spend tonight at my house with Mark and Lily. It's up to you?"

Apparently it wasn't up to Lily. Lily stirred on my lap, and was now giving the conversation her complete attention rather than cuddling with me, but she voiced no objection.

Pat seemed confused and unsure about what to say. Julia expanded, "If you want, tell your folks you're having a sleepover at my house. Come at about 8 and spend the night. He'll give you the best sex you've EVER had."

^-- Turning to me, Julia said, "Mark, can you drive Pat to school tomorrow morning?" (Julia already knew that Lily has her own car.)

"Sure." I thought it was the least I could do.

"Good. Don't bother coming to get the rest of us from your home because we'll get a lift from Ava."

Pat, who was struggling to comprehend Julia's plan, said, "Huh? I thought you were having a sleepover at your place?"

Julia explained, "You, Lily and Mark will, although I recommend you waste as little time as possible sleeping. I'm spending the night at Mark's house with his sister Carol and Ava West, a junior." (To remind those readers who need it, in most dimensions' Americas, students in school grades 9 through 12 are more often called: freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors respectively. I usually substitute in the grade numbers herein, even when quoting someone's speech. I apologize for the slight inaccuracy that introduces into my autobiography, but it's worth it for the additional clarity.)

Pat said, "But, ah, I've got a boyfriend. I don't understand why you're doing this."

Julia answered, "The short answer is Mark's an absolutely awesome lover, who I can't satisfy no matter how hard I try, and it's even worse now that I spend half my time with Carol. So Mark and I are looking for another girlfriend or two for him, to share him with me. You have a opportunity to have better sex tonight than you will EVER have in your life, and to start your relationship with Mark."

"With Lily there?"

"Yes, with Lily. A threesome. No one's forcing you; it's entirely your choice."

"Umm, I've never done anything like that before. I have to think about it."

Julia, who never forces anyone, said, "You already know Mark's reputation, and now look at what a hunk he is. Do you really think other girls are going to give you time to think about whether you want to becomes friends with him?"

Which prompted several of those other girls to urgently offer to take Pat's place. Many of the girls also made comments or asked questions: "Is he really that good?", "Why would you share him?", "Is his sister as hot as him?" Julia and I both took note of which girl asked that question, as she was our sort of girl! It was Savannah, a tall, attractive, Black girl. Doubly noteworthy because there are very few Blacks in Corvallis. Unfortunately Savannah was very aware how attractive she was, which was a turn-off, although her question compensated by being a major turn-on. There were even more questions flying, but Julia held up her hands until she had silence.

Julia said, "I'm NOT going to answer detailed questions. You can ask your Liaisons sometime later. They are..." Julia went on to give a quick description of what Liaisons were and how they had to be used.

In a brief silence, another girl held out a piece of paper to Julia, saying, "That's my number. If Pat does a no-show, call me and I'll be there with bells on. Nothing else, just bells, haha."

Several other girls started trying to give Julia their phone numbers, but Julia yelled over them, "NO! This chaos is exactly why all these things go through your Liaison. I will NOT take anyone's phone numbers. I offered tonight to Pat - and Pat ONLY - as a one-time offer, so all of you could see that this is real. We're ONLY waiting for Pat to say yes or no, not declaring Mark to be open for all comers. Pat, what do you want to do?"

"Um, I want to, but I have some questions."

Julia invited, "Ask them provided they're quick."

"How can we hide this from your parents, especially if you go to his place. What about his parents too?"

Several of other girls muttered in response to this serious problem, then they listened carefully as Julia answered, "My parents are WAY cool. They grew up in the 60s and we've all heard what the 60s were like, haha. Some nights I sleep with Mark, and some nights with his sister Carol. That doesn't worry my folks at all; they welcome Carol and Mark equally. Dad even had some carpenters fit soundproofing in my room's walls because I was having so much loud sex. Mark's parents are fine too, as you can tell from my having my own three-girl threesome there tonight. Any more questions, Pat?"

"Just a comment, really. I'll do it, but..."

The rest of her comment was drowned out by the other girls' moans. Apparently they'd held out hope that Pat would decide not to and they be able to fill the empty slot, in order to have me fill their empty slot.

Pat doubled her volume, and continued, "But my parents won't let me ride in a car with an unlicensed driver, and I wouldn't anyway, so I'll ride my bike to your house."

Julia said, "Unless you choose to stop having sex early, which I doubt you could, then I recommend against trying to ride a bike in the morning. Both you and Lily will probably have trouble even walking in the morning." Several of the crowd laughed at Julia's wild exaggeration. Julia didn't bother trying to explain, instead she carried on with, "It doesn't matter anyway, as Mark has his full license so he can drive you to school. Lily too, if she'd rather ride in with Mark."

Pat said, "But isn't he only fifteen?"

"He is. He's fifteen and a half." Turning to me, Julia ordered, "Get your license out and give it to Pat for her to see."

I reached for my wallet. I had a moment of panic when I couldn't find it in my pants pockets, then realized that it was in my bag. I leaned down to get it out, careful not to dislodge Lily. I extracted my license and passed it to Pat. Several of the nearby girls craned their necks to look at it.

Julia asked, "What's Mark's birthday?"

Pat answered, "November 9, 1989."

Julia said, "1989 to 2005 is sixteen years. In November he'll turn sixteen, so he's just over fifteen and a half, right?" Several girls nodded. Julia added, "What's the Date of Issue on his license?"

"April 18, 2004. Just over one year ago. Unrestricted all right. It must be a fake."

Julia said, "Pat, do you really think I'd be involved in anything like that?" I laughed to myself, remembering that the Williamses were actively getting a fake ID for me. Julia added, "If it was a fake, don't you think they'd have backdated his birthday a few years!"

Several of the girls laughed at that, and one of them asked, "How did a 14-year old get a license?"

"He's Egg. He can do things that'll surprise you, as Pat and Lily will find out tonight. Pat, get one of your parents to drive you over with a change of clothes and whatever else you need at about 8. My parents will meet you at the door. It'll look totally on the up and up."

Pat said, "Okay. I'll do it! Oh boy, I've never done anything like this before."

#4: <My thought exactly!>

We left to go to our next class, forcing our way out of the room.

We managed to get a quiet word with Lily between the two classes. Julia said, "Come to my place at 7:30, Lily. You deserve at least a little one-on-one time with Mark. Thank you for not making a fuss about having to share with Pat. I promise you'll still get just as much sex as you want."

Lily's answer was, "I do what you want. I know you boss."

Julia chuckled, "Good. You're smarter than the other girls we've dealt with so far. I also appreciate your cooperativeness and 'flexibility'. You should never underestimate Mark's role in this though. HE is the boss, even though you can't see how."

"I cooperate. You ask, I do. I remember what you say at lunch."

"I said a lot at lunch. What are you referring to?"

Lily quoted, "You said, 'Put in Mark's hand and trust.' In your hand too, yes?"

Julia was pleased, "Very good! I think you're the only one who has remembered that. Yes, both our hands."

^

[Later when Julia and I were alone (this is somewhat out of chronological sequence, but it meaningfully fits here), Julia said to me, "I want Lily and Pat to arrive at school tomorrow utterly shagged. Able to walk, but only just. Don't be rough because they're bound to be asked about that and I want them to deny it. Also make sure you stop when they ask you to, of course, but if they don't clearly ask you to stop, keep giving it to them. Wake them about 5:30 tomorrow morning and give them another hour or two of nonstop sex. When the two of them limp into class, well fucked and smiling, your reputation will be made."

I wasn't sure what to say, so took the easy way out, "Okay."

"I want them to advertise how good you are, and even if Pat's reluctant, I'm sure Lily will advertise it widely if we ask her to. She's very intelligently cooperative. It'll be great having someone so easy to work with. She's so much quicker and easier than Ava."

"But won't that get Pat in trouble with her boyfriend?"

"Do I work for you, for Pat, or for her boyfriend?"

"Ahh, me."

"Having Pat and Lily rave about how good you are at sex will help you start relationships with many girls, and that's good for you. Pat's accepting our invitation to have sex with you clearly indicates she doesn't care much about her boyfriend, so why should you? You don't even know who he is, do you?"

"Ahh, no. I'll take my question back, and quickly change the topic back to Lily. I'm also impressed by how quickly Lily's fitted in with us. I think she's trying to figure us out, whereas all the other girls spend most of the time thinking about what they want. Except for Ava. Ava's so confused and desperate that she's just doing what she's told. Carol was certainly having fun with that this morning, haha. I probably won't see Ava myself today, unless I make a special effort. I was thinking of popping in to one of her classes just to congratulate her for doing so well at the meeting. What do you think?"

"Sounds good to me. The more classrooms of girls that see you dressed like this, the better, and if you do something such as kiss her, then after you leave she'll have lots of her classmates asking her what was going on. She'll be very proud of that. While I remember, you're going to start going through a LOT of condoms from this afternoon on. I suggest you buy some when Dad brings you back from OSU, because over the next couple of days you're not going to have time for shopping before or after school."

"Good idea." I'm sure the father of my girlfriend wouldn't mind stopping to let me buy huge numbers of rubbers to use with girls that his daughter was sending to her home for me to have sex with.]

^

The delay at the end of the first period's class nearly made me late to the beginning of my second class, so I rushed in and sat down. Again I was shocked and embarrassed by the magnitude of the reaction. One girl, for example, had been sitting on her desk talking to a friend and facing away from me. Reacting to the sudden silence and gasps, she spun around to look for the cause. She saw me, and was so distracted that she lost control of her spin. She spun off her desk and fell to the floor, knocking over her desk and chair, making a considerable clatter. I didn't save her because she was too far away. She wasn't good looking either, but that had nothing to do with anything, so I don't know why I mentioned it. Normally someone falling off their desk would've been laughed at big time, but her accident was ignored because most of the class were still gobsmacked by me, apart from those who'd shared my earlier class.

There was the usual exclamations and praises, which I'll skip repeating. Among them all, one guy asked, "How come you're dressed like that, Egg?"

I probably heard him clearly because his voice was the sole male one at the time. I surprised myself by answering ["surprising myself" isn't that unusual, as it simply means that the mind who spoke said something the rest of us didn't expect. It's rarely important enough to make an issue out of, but I thought I'd mention it so you get a better idea of what my life is like]. I said, "I'm looking for another girlfriend. My existing girlfriend, Julia, spends so much time with my sister that she's convinced me to find a second girlfriend. She says it'll be easier if I dress like this."

Quite a large proportion of the class, of both genders, agreed that my dressing like this could improve my chances of finding a girl who might be interested in me. They were more succinct, but you get the idea.

One girl disagreed strongly, "To hell with girlfriend, I want your babies. What are you doing tonight?"

She never found out what I was doing because her boyfriend voiced his strong objection to her proposal.

Her answer to his objection was, "Are you crazy! Look at him. If you looked like that I'd have your children too. And if you were as nice as him and got his grades ... Oh God, that body and a genius too!"

I was sitting in my seat by now, and I noticed that the board already had the Liaison names with their alphabetic ranges of surnames written on it. Presumably left over from the previous class, so Laila's or Dakota's doing. I was amused and pleased. Class was about to start so I pointed to the note and called out, "If anyone wants to know more, DON'T ask me. We've set up a Liaison system. Talk with whichever girl on that list corresponds to your surname. She'll answer your questions." None of the three Liaisons were in this class unfortunately, but these girls would track them down.

One of the girls asked, which an incredulous tone, "You've set up a committee to handle finding you a girlfriend?"

"Umm, close to that. Your Liaison will explain it."

Shaking her head, she commented, "I can't decide whether that's 'Eccentric', 'Genius', or just bizarre."

Class started before I could explain that it was actually both, in that it was "Julia".

Much more of the same continued all morning, including major disruptions in class, but none of it is worth describing in detail.

Prof picked me up on time (of course, him being a Williams), and we headed off to OSU. While I remembered to do so, I told him Julia's comment about my needing quite a few condoms.

Prof said, "We can buy them cheap at OSU. How many do you want?"

Good question. I figured that I mostly needed a new rubber each time I cum, which won't be very often as mini-go-softs allow me to spread them out. Plus I'll need to throw away the last one at the end of a session whether I cum or not. An average of two rubbers per session may not be enough, but three would probably be too many. Then there'll be about three sessions per day (pre-breakfast, afternoon and possibly two in the evenings, but three was probably a high-ish average already), so it'll be getting up to nearly 10 condoms per day. Call it 50 per week, especially as they're not needed with Julia, nor soon with Carol when her pills kick in. I don't want to have to go back and forth to OSU frequently just to buy rubbers, so I'll get a month's supply, which works out to be nearly 220. I answered, "If they come in boxes of a dozen, then twenty boxes should last a while."

Prof agreed, "Yes, it should."

My statement of how many I needed hadn't been intended as humorous (mathematics can be a lot of fun but it's rarely humorous), but I realized the humor of my statement when I heard Prof's dry agreement. I said, "I blame your daughter. She's taking this sex campaign - or whatever you want to call it - seriously. She's already booked me for one girl right after school this afternoon, then two more after dinner. They'll be staying overnight, presuming that's okay with you and Vanessa. Julia wants me to also give them a pre-breakfast session tomorrow. She's got another girl booked tomorrow after school, then Julia and another girl for overnight Friday. Just the next two days will be using the best part of two dozen rubbers. She's loading me up with girls, so far mostly just the Liaison girls we picked this morning."

Remembering the fun we'd had, and quite happy to think about it again, I added, "Let me tell you what happened at the meeting when we chose which girls we wanted for Liaisons." I described the 'negative arms race' ("negative" because normally soldiers 'gear up' for a battle).

I hammed it up a bit, and Prof thought it was so funny he pulled over so he could concentrate on the story. At the end he said, "What a pity I can't repeat that story in the faculty lounge, or at the dinner party on Friday. You have to tell The Boys at some stage. They'll get a laugh out of it."

Prof restarted the car, and we completed the short journey to OSU

Some of the things Prof showed me during the tour don't need much explanation here, such as where to park, how to use the library, where the Mathematics Department, many eating places and bathrooms were, and other stuff like that. Useful to know, but not interesting in themselves. However, there are a few incidents worth mentioning.

Prof said, "Neither of your courses are being lectured now, but your algebra lecturer - Robert Smith, actually a PhD candidate and a teaching assistant - is teaching a different first year course and I'll take you in so you can see what a lecture looks like."

It looked like a class at school, only much, much bigger, with a sloping floor and a hell of a lot more students. Goodness knows how anything gets done. The lecturer - or TA, or whatever he should be called - saw us and called out a greeting to Prof. The room was large enough that "called out" seems more accurate than "said".

Prof called back, "I'm showing Mark around before lunch."