A story that has been rolling in my head.

My cell phone rings as I turn onto a gravel road.
"Where are you Lisa?", the voice on matches the husky build of the man on the other end.
"I am about five minutes away Steve.", I hate it when he called me his pet name for me.
"Good we got to get on the trail."
Without even another word the line goes dead. I put the phone down and concentrate on the road which is really hard to do as freshly shaved body is sending new signals to my brain.
My so called buddy Steve and I are about to go on the hiking trip we have been planning for over a year.
I have always been an outdoor person though you would not be able to tell with my 5'7" 130 pound frame. I have always been smaller and look younger than a lot of other men my age.
Steve is just the opposite of me. He almost never had to work out to have his very bulky 6'3" frame in shape. Steve loves to be outdoors just as much as I do which is why we became friends. The day we both found out we love to do long term hiking we started to go hiking.
The trip we are about to do is the holy grail for us, a solid week of doing the AT. I used to look forward to this trip but now I am dreading it.
The change of heart started one day when my wife was out on a business trip. I have always have had a panty fetish but only a panty fetish. So when ever I could get away with it I would indulge my self in wearing a pair around the house.
The event of my indudglences would be nothing special on the whole, basically just me wearing them until I get really horny and then jerking off. After I would cum I would just take them off and that was the end of it. When I did jerk off I always thought of fucking women.
Well that day that changed my excitement for this trip I was wearing panties and I was nit expecting anyone over when all of a sudden Steve came knocking on my door.
Staying calm and wearing jeans over the silk pink panties I figured he wouldn't be able to see them so I let him in.  He walked in with a case of beer telling me his wife is also out of town.  Needless to say we ended up getting drunk.
At one point in the night I saw Steve playing with his smart phone.  When he was done he put it on the table and said, "so nice panties you have on there buddy"
I knew I was caught but stayed calm and tried to play it off, "no idea what you are talking about man"
With no warning he jumps me, and being much bigger than I, has no problems holding me down and pulling my jeans down to my horror.
He grabs his phone and takes a few pictures while still holding me down making sure to get my face in the photos.
I am screqming at him to get off me the entire time.  When he has taken enough photos to satisfy him he let's me go.
I tell him it is time to leave.  He says not so fast.
"Look I am not being a bastard here and I'll make this easy.  You do one thing and I'll destroy all the photos and we will never speak of this again." The grin on his face is one of the cat who just ate the bird.
"And if I don't", I ask.
"Well then let's see how your wife, family, work, and other friends feel about your fetish."
I sigh, " what's the deal?"
"On our hiking trail you are going to be the woman."
I knew what he meant right away as we have had many conversations while planning the trip on how we wish we could find a woman to bring along.
"Its simple, you grow your hair out as there is still time.  When we go hiking you will wear nothing but women's clothes and you will be my entertainment.  Once the trip is over nothing more will be said and we go back to being good hiking buddies."
I didn't see any other choice so I agreed.
Over the next half year I let my hair grow out and Steve told me what he expected. When I go to the trip he will look through my backpack and replace all my male clothes with females clothes.  The entire trip I will dress as a woman and I will be his outlet for all of his sexual urges.
Between that date and our camping trip he had begun to call me Lisa when ever we were by our selves.
Today is the first day of our trip and I am just pulling up next to his vehicle 25 miles away from the nearest person.
"Nice to see you Lisa, takes your clothes off.  Here is what I want you to wear until we camp.  Give me your backpack."
He hands me a paper bag as I hand him my backpack.
I quickly take off all my clothes and hand them to him.
In the bag is a pair of breast forms, form glue, a pair of pink panties, a pink bra, a pink T-shirt, and a very short skirt.
I knew about the forms, because Steve had told me I was going to be wearing them, so I had done research on how to glue them.  The glue would last the entire time of the trip.  After I get the forms glued in place I put on the rest and then my socks and my hiking shoes.
When he sees me he complements me on how I look.  Then with out skipping a beat tells me to bend over the car.
He lifts my skirt and pulls my panties down.  He puts lube on my asshole.  I try to protest but he just tells me to get used to being treated this way because either is going to happen a lot this week or I could leave now and he would follow through on his threat.
As I feel his member enter me I begin to cry which only seems to turn him on even more.
When he cums in me the reality of what I am in for hits home.
He pulls his cock out of me, "let's get going Lisa"
I pull up my panties and put on my backpack.  About a mile down the trail I start to feel his cum leak out of me into the panties.