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I was with my girlfriend at a concert when it all started. It was a pretty normal night, but then again on a normal night would probably be when I had the most reason to expect something strange was going to happen. My girlfriend Archie was always sort of like that, she would have a trick up her sleeve for any given occasion and I sort of loved her for it.

She took me to see the Jezzie sisters, an all-female punk band I was pretty sure I had heard of before meeting her, she had been very into for quite some time. While she wore an especially slutty outfit with a micro-mini skirt, top that showed off most of her cleavage, and a pair of pretty nice looking heels, I was dressed fairly modestly in an outfit that mainly showed off my arms and legs. I had my toenails painted pink, and had to beg for her to let me wear shoes and socks. I also had one some toe rings, courtesy of my then-girlfriend, looking super girly on my feet and revealing me as the prissy queen they wanted to see.

Earlier that week I had gone clubbing with Archie, I remember a female bouncer looked right down at my feet. "Ahh, they are so dainty and feminine" she said with a cruel sauce on her tongue. I had to just grin and pretend I took it as a compliment, when in reality she had just done a decent bit of damage to my already degraded manhood. I breathed on, I breathed out, and I said that I would be okay for the rest of the concert when Archie asked if I was worried.

Archie laughed when she heard that memory, scruffing my hair like I was a little child and pushing me around a bit, but after some minor bullying from her she just rolled her eyes and agreed to let me wear some shoes and socks. "Not like ti will protect you, needle-dick" she said, giggling again before handing me a pair of pink socks "Just put them on, its honestly going to be a source of embarrassment for you and entertainment for me to see you constantly worried about how you look..." that was the best deal I was getting from Archie, and I gladly took it.

When we were brought inside, I was amazed by how beautiful and rebellious-looking all of the female performers were. They wore heavy make-up, sang loudly, and made sure to constantly show off their beautiful bodies...but the music itself was a bit loud for my taste, I found myself covering my ears, something my girlfriend would constantly mock me for. The way she phrased some of her jabs made it clear to me that I was not going to live down any of this any time soon.

I tried my best to rave with her, mosh with her,and dance with her, but I found that she was just generally more energetic and into the music than I was. She would occasionally push me around, making me feel so dainty and fragile, not manly at all, before returning to the fray with everyone else. So many young women were looking more masculine than I was, more capable of surviving in these specific circumstances than I was, it was honestly very humiliating from the start, but it could get worse, as I would soon discover.

"Hey" she said, watching some beach balls go over the hands of the crowd between the sets of the main band 'I have an idea...why don't you go up there and crowd surf!" she brought me in close, her hands exploring my body, grabbing aggressively at every nook and cranny

"Yeah, nah" I replied "I just...I don't know, seems a bit dangerous is all. Plus you know me" I said, terrified and hiding it poorly but putting on a self-deprecating smile. She sah through it, pushing me toward the group. "Come on" she ordered me "Get up there and start partying with everybody else before I get mad at you"

"Why would you" I started whining, but when I saw her face, the authority on it, I realized that I was going to obey her whether I wanted or not. "Yes, of course," I said as I slowly made my way toward the center of the pit, closing my eyes as I realized that somebody I didn't know was going to pick me up. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

"Come on ladies, pick this one up!" Archie yelled, slapping me right on the arse before pushing me toward the crowd, they cheered in unison, almost like she was some sort of ringleader and they were an audience watching her circus. I tried to just smile and make things less awkward, but the crowd right in front of me was intent on reaching down and grabbing my feet and shins, lifting me into the air and forcing me into the top for a crowd-surfing experience.

I was violated thoroughly in just a few minutes, my body was subject to groping from all sides, going around in a completely helpless state as people made sure to demonstrate to me exactly how and why I was currently the concert's complete bitch. I was passed around from woman to woman mostly, but a few guys definitely put their hands on me, checking me out or occasionally just feeling me up.

I couldn't tell you the first circuit's trajectory, but eventually I ended up near Archie again, and there she was whispering about something with a few other girls, all of them were heavily giggling before looking back at me with predatory smiles. That was never a good sign with women, at least in my experience, I gulped and tried to adjust myself, but found that the hands on this ride were quite intend on keeping me on board, so I was handed over to somebody else who felt me up in some new way.

My legs were going crazy from ll the touching, my body went into a sort of ecstatic state from all of the physical contact, but when I met back with Archie's friends, things go very serious very quickly. "Come on, take his shoes off! I hear he has cute socks on!"

My shoes came off easily, going into the crowd where I'm sure they would be lost forever. I was terrified that somebody would see my girly socks, but soon those were grabbed as well. "No way a guy could wear these on his feet. Must be prosthetics or something" she reasoned before tugging them right off, revealing my left foot to the world.

The crowd right beside me grew silent for a moment, exploring the contours of my feet and thoroughly appreciating everything that was going on on them. One of the women reached out and touched it, finding that my foot jerked back and I released a little involuntary grunt when it was stimulated. That was a very bad idea on my part, because after that everyone was intent on tearing my other sock off before looking at my feet.

"Look how girly they are! What a signified arch! What a girly little set of toes!' one woman pointed out in absolute glee

"Oh I know, I would kill for a pair like this. I bet he looks friggin adorable in the right pair of sandals!" followed by a thorough bout of giggling. My cheeks were heating up and I tried to just turn my face away from the ridicule being thrown at me, even if some of that ridicule was wearing a mask of compliment. I physically swallowed in an attempt to mitigate my pride, make the situation more palatable to me...no dice, I was finding that I was quickly just getting more and more humiliated and confused by what was happening to me. I was passed around some more before the tickling really started, everyone was just looking at my feet and trying to find out if they were really as girly as everyone else said.

Then another set started, punk rock music paired as everybody started singing along and clashing into one another, I was sent surfing again, my feet groped and goaded by everyone who laid a hand on or near means the crowd went absolutely crazy. I found myself crossing my legs and closing my eyes in the vain hope that I could block out some of the stimulation, but what I found was that my senses of hearing and touch only became more extreme the more I tried to block out the world. And then somebody noticed

"Hey, look at that" a blue-haired girl with half of her head shaved pointed out. "I think he's ticklish' she said before sticking her hand out and lightly rubbing the tips of her nails against my foot. I remember trying to tell her that I wasn't going to react, but it was so loud in there I don't think she heard me. The contact had an immediate result on my face, it curled into a terrified smile and I started roaring out laughter so hard that I think people could hear me over the set. That Was enough to get attention from other people.

"Oh so we got a sensitive fella here, huh?" one guy pointed out, his big hands were easily larger than my feet, but he was so gentle as he started tickling me too, making me roar out with laughter again. He smiled at how I was suffering. "Looks like he really likes being tickled...or is it she? Hard to tell" he said, leaving me lying there humiliated...was it really getting hard to tell at this point? Was I so thoroughly feminized and emasculated that people could not tell my gender just by looking at me anymore?

Next came a few stragglers who had seen the commotion and wanted to figure out what it is all about. They yelled at each other, I even heard some over the music

"He is so cute, look at those adorable pink toenails!"

"And those rings look so cute on him, too!"

"Oh my god" came a masculine voice, "If I had a set of feet like I'd definitely never be barefoot in public!"

"So girly and feminine! A nice addition to this concert!" said a very butch-looking woman who immediately went all-in on tickling me, making me spit and shake with aughter as her hands just went all over my poor, vulnerable feet. She was killing me and all I could do was write and let her keep going. I felt like a coward, like an idiot, and like a few worse things as the abuse continued, I found myself praying that it would be lightened by something.

And then they started groping at my butt and questioning if I even had a penis. I started yelling at them in my utter humiliation, but a woman grabbed my feet and started tickling them, completely shutting me up as she just laughed and continued with her assault, making my head fall and shake around. Control was lost again, I could barely even breathe as more people started coming in and tickling me.

I was looking straight up at the night sky, seeing a few beams from skylights and not much else as an entire concert-hall saw me suffer. The blackness of the night sky was getting blurrier and blurrier as more people get on me, and then somebody finally pulled my pants down.

"What cute undies" someone said, peeing them off to reveal my fully hard, rather small penis. "See, I told you girl look at her itty bitty clitty!" the woman pointed out, scoring a few laughs from her friends. As I listened to them talk i realized that the set was over, the band was talking to the crowd, and there I was in the middle of things.

"He must be such a fag" a very cute brunette said as she walked right up to me. "I mean, no way a guy like him could possibly like girls. What would he even do tot hem with a cock like that, offer to pick food from their teeth?" her friends laughed again and I felt humiliation spread through my body, amazingly I did not get soft, the continued abuse aimed at me only made me more aroused. I did feel like a disgusting spectacle, but the sort of disgusting spectacle one my brag about being.

"Oh I know" somebody said, reaching out and grabbing me right by the cock. I realized it was a redhead...no, not Archie. "What a sissy fag here. Girls' feet, little dick, really it could not be any more obvious that he is a sissy slut who loves men" she looked at me "Isn't that right...you love guys, getting kissed by them, getting romanced, sitting down and fantasizing about them? Those are your big hobbies, yeah? Or am I wrong?"

I can't remember ever wanting anything more than to tell her that she was wrong, but in my shyness and humiliation I just sort of nodded yes. They all laughed at me, going back to tickling my embarrassingly feminine feet as they talked among themselves about the most effective ways to humiliate me. They all seemed devoted to making me come out as a gay boy foe everyone to see, maybe exposing me to the rest of the concert, maybe even making it easier for me to find a boyfriend.

Then Archie walked in, looking confident as ever. I waved at her and she just walked right past me, jumping up and waiting at the band on stage. She had to make a huge commotion, but eventually they looked her way.

"What's this?" the lead singer screamed into her microphone. 'Seems there is a crowd surfer. Does she want to spend time with the band?" she screamed again, the audience reacting with a resounding affirmative.

I felt utterly humiliated, they were going to push me toward the front of the crowd and there wasn't a damned thing I could possibly do about it. The hands all over me were way too firm and the women up front were ordering their many fans to make sure that I made it so everybody could look at me. I had to wonder if they legitimately didn't know I was male, or were just making fun of me like everybody else was.

As I imagined the situation some more on my ride to the stage, I realized that it didn't really matter. They would see me for the sissy slut I was and immediately go to work feminizing me, verbally and maybe in some other creative ways, until I was the slut they wanted and they would show me off to their adoring crowd, I would probably go over as a massive hit.

The audience carried me pretty seamlessly, no huge complaints there. Certainly people would occasionally grab at my feet or spank me on the behind, but nothing that would make me really hurt or get me any more humiliated than I already was. It became apparent that my fly was up as I got on stage, but the woman there didn't really seem to mind. In fact, when I was placed on the stage one of them just walked right into me, looking me up and down. "Your a queerboy, yeah?"

"What?" I found myself asking, my hands shooting down to cover the small cock that I realized was being filmed. The lead singer, for her part,was pretty fast, catching my hands before locking eyes with me

"No need to hide it, that's just what makes you who you are is all" she said, a truly cruel smile spreading over her face as she started groping me some more, finding that my body reacts powerfully to how she placed her hands on me. "We'll just have to show you the ins and outs a bit,and after that I'm confident you will make an excellent addition to our show"

"Addition!?" I screamed as I was handed to the lead guitarist, a good-looking brunette with a punk haircut, large breasts, and pretty built arms. "He looks like a little subject alright" she said before meaning in and smelling me "een has the scent of a righteous sheila" she teased, looking down at my feet "Oh, and look how cute she is down there! I bet she can pull off any pair of shoes with a set like those!"

The others immediately broke in, looking down and slowly touching and molding my feet. "Good thing he has feet like these!" the lead singer pointed out "If he had a pair that wasn't so pretty, he may have a hard time getting guys to go his way"

"I really don't like presuming peoples' sexuality" said the drummer, a very curvy woman of Asian heritage "But yeah, one look at that cock of his and it's pretty obvious he isn't exactly pulling in chicks not that there's anything wrong with that, I'm sure he has a bunch of amazing adventures with the men he could share"

"I wouldn't be so sure" the lead guitarist pointed out 'He just looks shy. Maybe if we gave him a proper makeover, made him look like the total bottom we can Ll see he is, then he'd have an easier time getting guys" she said, squeezing my mouth 'You do like boys, don't you my little pet? I bet you stay up all night dreaming about having a nice one to cuddle and love. And I right here?'

I wanted to scream NO to high heaven, but my voice was failing me and my eyes were averted her. I let her believe what she wanted to believe because I was a coward, and she seemed intent on pointing at my cock and giggling, the other girls occasionally joining in as I was pulled into the arms of the lead singer.

"That is one very tiny cock you have on you" she pointed out casually, looking down at it with great interest "No reason to be shy over that though. None of the tops I know would mind very much. If you are straight I know you'd never be able to find a real girlfriend, but we can all see that you aren't, weren't, and never will be really attracted to girls. I'm sure that little erection is just from nerves"

Was it from nerves? That seems more plausible than the idea of me legitimately being attracted to any of these women. Then again, when I looked back on them I did have to admit that they were all pretty good looking. Maybe she was right, I actually was gay and they were helping me out. When he lead guitarist got down on her knees and started feeling my feet up I started laughing uproariously, causing the drummer to grab the microphone and record what it sounded like when my feet were tickled against my will.

The entire audience cheered at my suffering, causing my body to heat up at the thought of so many people seeing me as the sensitive fairy that I was recently exposed as my cock got no softer, my heart was racing like a horse, and soon enough I was being stripped of my shirt and pants as the girls came out with a very girly outfit for me to wear, including a pair of fishnet stockings with the feet cut out, tailored just so I could show myself off in them. I sighed as I realized that there was no avoiding this new outfit.

"Come on, boxers off too" ordered the lead singer as she held a pair of panties in front of me. I was nearly naked onstage and couldn't even say no to this woman "These will fit you so much better, you know. As you stand right now I think you have a lot of trouble fitting into male underpants. In these? I bet you'll barely even have a bulge! Well, nothing beyond a normal female bulge at the very least..." her smile became more intense.

I shook in her arms, but she only got in closer, slowly handing the pair of panties to me, seeing I wouldn't put them on myself, and getting under me so she could shoot them around my ankles and pull them up. I said nothing, just accepting my place as the hyperfeminine garments were pulled up, revealing my bulge to the world and barely even containing my buttcheeks. She was right about me hardly even having a bulge, too. I really did look like a girl in these, even my erection did barely anything to make me look any more manly than a Ken doll

Then came the drummer from behind "Now, my little sensitive, soft-footed boy needs some support for those titties he doesn't have...well, it will help you fill out your dress at the very least" she giggled, slapping e on the ass. "Don't worry" she assured "Tons of guys like cute boys with flat chests. Or cute girls with flat chests, that may be more appropriate for a fairy like yourself"

I stepped forward, the pair of leggings right in front of me. I had never even dreamed of wearing anything so slutty, and I wanted to resist, but the lead guitarist got on her knees and started tickling my feet again, any ounce of defiance left my body. 'Such a cute little gayboy. So feminine are your feet" she said almost absentmindedly, sounding like something of a ditz as she slowly increased the intensity of her ticking, ensuring that she would get every inch of exposed skin on my soles so that my voice would become so shrill and aggressive that I would seem like a screeching girl as I writhed on the stage.

The placement of the stocking was no better, they were pulled up to my feet and the girls smiled at me, lightly patting me as the fishnet were pulled over my legs, lightly pulling against me as they looked down, occasionally touching my feet. "I can't believe how cute these are" the lead singer pointed out.

"RIght, I suppose they are something special" the drummer said as she touched my crotch "But look at how small this boner is. Doesn't even interfere with the panty-line, just shows him for the utterly feminine person that he is. Or is it she? Seems more appropriate to call someone on stage in a bra, panties, and fishnet as a "she", doesn't it?"

The other ladies murmured in agreement as I was fitted with a pair of matching gloves. I think they were technically bridal gauntlets, fitting around my middle finger and tightly pulling on my arms as I saw myself in one of the many massive television screens showing what was going on onstage. I really did look like a complete woman, I was blushing and shaking, looking I'm sure like I was ready for action with any guy who wanted to touch me. And maybe I was, I was called gay so many times that night that maybe I had started to believe that I alwasy was interested in guys. After all, girls just want to tickle my feet and dress me up, maybe boys would appreciate my body and want to undress me...

No, I think that was wishful thinking on my part. I wasn't gay, but I was exhilarated by the humiliation I wasn't even being tickled or anything, just admired for my oddly feminine body and accused of being uninterested in any typically masculine endeavor. And I think that was largely true, I was sort of disinterested by my girlfriend at this point not that I was mad at her for humiliating me, it was just having an entire crowd doing it hit me a lot harder than one woman on her own ever could.

"HMM" the lead singer said, a hand on my shoulder, slowly rubbing it as she looked me up and down. 'Are you fully dressed yet, ro do you need something else?" she moved a hand across my belly "well, you are kind of cold. We wouldn't want someone like you catching a death of cod before he could even meet his boyfriend, would we?"

I started to sniffle "I'm not interested in boys" I could barely make out, but she must have heard me because she started laughing. "H honey, of course you are interested in boys. You were up here for how long without even trying to flirt with any of us, not to mention the girls in the pit who were lifting you up? You are hard as a rock inside of those panties. There's no question that you are gay...its fine, honey, we accept you for who you are"

The crowd went wild at that little rant directed at me. How could I communicate my sexuality at this point? They had already reached there conclusion, I realized,and I would just have to sit there while they applauded me for a sexuality that wasn't actually mind. I felt my tear ducts release themselves, moisture getting on my face as one of the women moved in

"Ahh" the drummer said "he's so proud he's crying. Everyone give it up for this guy coming out on stage!" she shouted, rubbing her arms across my body as I was finally offered a proper garment, a rainbow sundress that would cover me up, but anoucne my homosexuality to the entire world as the concert continued.

I weeped and weeped and weeped up there barefoot, cold and alone in that dress as the entire audience applauded me for being gay. The lead singer even re-assured me, again, that my tiny cock would not stop the cutest of body from hitting on me, and there was no reason for me to be so reserved just because I was hung like a goldfish. She even reached over to me and gave me a fast hug, celebrating me and who she was convinced I was

I felt myself cry even harder, sobbing on her shoulder as she patted me on the back. I wasn't gay, but I couldn't say anything to that effect at all. I was just a guy who had to pretend to be what everyone thought he was because he was such a girly little fairy that it was apparently very hard to believe that he was actually straight. I could only imagine what my girlfriend must have been thinking.