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(Moderator repost)



Grad Night Party

Penned by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson



One: The Setting





It was a very warm and humid night near the end of June. 

Bill Kennedy who was the best friend that I had in the world and I had
just graduated from high school, as had our really cute girl friends.
They were no less than Karen Selsby who was Bill's girl friend, and
Chrissy Myers who was my girl, a girl to whom I was devoted by the
way. 

We, that is all four of us were still all in our late teens. It'd been
a grueling time, but we had managed to get out of the high school in
tact and with our pig skin diplomas. And we were about to embark on
the rest of our lives.

Bill had lived next door to me for as long as I can remember. We had
always been the best of friends. We had grown up confiding in each
other about everything, and I do mean everything. I do not think that
there is one thing that we have not ever talked about at some point in
time.

Let me describe us to you, okay? It will help you to picture what was
happening.

Firstly Bill is a lean and lanky very sinewy kind of guy. He stands
erect at about 5' 10". He has thick sandy brown hair that seems to be
impossible for him to keep under control, especially when he lets it
get long as it is now. He also has these penetrating light blue eyes
that always seems to be smiling with some hidden secret understanding
about life that no one else understands. If you don't know him well,
his gaze can sometimes really put you off.

Karen, his chick is a real cute little doll. Literally, she looks like
a little doll. She is 5' 3 1/2" tall, with this thick gorgeous mane of
blond hair that she combs straight down. Her hair goes half way down
her back too. Her pixie like face melts guy's hearts. Her blue eyes
have a wide eyed expression of wonderment at everything. She looks
absolutely innocent, and she is so cute that it is hard not to smile
when one sees her. 

Chrissy, my main squeeze, is about the same as Karen, excepting that
she is two inches taller. She is no slouch in the looks department
either, let me assure you. Her hair is dark brown, and she has these
really deep dark brown eyes that just melt me whenever I look into
them. They are the kind of eyes that express everything. Her skin is
an almost white and perfect colour. Chrissy is actually an inch and a
half taller than me. That bothers me a little, but she just laughs it
off, telling me that all it means is that I better do what she tells
me, or she will beat me up, since she is so much bigger than I am.

As for me, I am almost 5' 4". I am shy a quarter inch of 5' 4". I have
a very clear complexion, and shoulder length thick blond hair. Chrissy
is always teasing me in private times about how cute I am. She tells
me that I look more like her best girl friend than I do like her boy
friend. She also tells me that this is why she likes me so much,
because I do not threaten her the way most guys my age intimidate her.
She likes for me to keep my hair long, as I do for her, because she
says it makes me look cute like a girl, and she loves that.

So, now you got the picture?

Now, to get on with the story. 

We have managed to have gotten our parents permission for the four of
us to stay for two days at Bill's parent's cottage. It is a lovely
spot. The cabin is built on a very steep incline that is festooned
with large outcroppings of rocks and these huge stately looking pine
trees. The smell of the air around the cabin is wonderful too, because
of so many pines. 

The cabin also has a very large front porch on it. And some of the
pine trees that were in the front of the cabin have been removed, so
that we have a very private locale, but it has a clear view all the
way down to the deep river that flows by the cabin. His parents had
also built a boat dock in front of the cabin. From the porch we can
look down at a beautiful sight, but from the river the house is almost
hidden.

So then, here we all are. 

The girls had sort of been promising us that for the first time, they
would be willing put out for us, as a kind of graduation present. By
that, I mean that they have indicated that if we were able to get the
cabin, that they might be willing to have sex with us. We were
probably the only couples in the school who have not made out with
each other, but our relationship is so strong with each other that
this was never a major concern to us. 

But Bill and I were pretty ecstatic about the possibility, and we
could hardly wait to see if the girls meant it.

It is about four in the afternoon. We arrived around one, got all our
gear stowed away, and we were all out on the front porch, barbecuing
some hamburgers. It was Bill and I who were doing the cooking, while
the girls were making us a tossed salad. 

Admittedly, we were all pretty looped too, though we were not drunk,
just feeling awfully good. It was the kind of feeling good where you
have not had enough to drink to make you sick, but you know, where you
laugh at every little thing that happens? We were all excited. We all
felt the sexual tension in the air too, and it was really nice.

Well, that is how we were that lovely afternoon. Just some innocent
kids out to enjoy some fun together before the rigors of regular took
over our circumstances.

The warm scented air seemed to just sort of envelope the four of us.
The ambiance of close friendship, with the electricity of possible
sexual intrigues later on, enhanced our young ardor for life. 

At long last, everything was ready for the eating. We sat at the
picnic table out on the porch, and we had fresh beers.

It was a really close time for us. It was tinged by a slight sadness
because we knew that it might very well be the last time that we would
be able to be together like this. In three days, we were all starting
our summer jobs, and hence the beginning of the parting or our ways.

So we relished the moment.


Two: The Next Step


Our relaxed state was almost self perpetuating, as we ate. Bill and I
sat on one side of the table, while Karen and Chrissy sat on the other
side. We felt young and foolish. It was a blissful time.

Bill casually had remarked something about how the two girls looked so
cute sitting beside each other. Chrissy, who was probably the bravest
and most brash, if not outright domineering of us all, turned to look
over at Karen. I was kind of surprised to see that she had a look of
lust in her eye. Pretended or otherwise, it was there. 

Then, to our amazed delight, she leaned over and kissed Karen on the
lips. 

"That is how cute that I think you are," she commented, as she picked
up her beer, and drained the glass.

"Wow," commented Bill. "You have no idea of how hot that looked."

"Sure I do. That is why I did it," replied Chrissy with a mischievous
grin turning up the corners of her mouth. Karen is always hot.

"Uhhh... You ever thought about making it with a girl before?" queried
Bill. I turned to stare at him in amazement. I could not believe that
he had asked the girls such a question.

'Not really." Chrissy looked at me, winked, then turned her attentions
back to Bill. "I just wanted to get you cranked. I know how to drive
you crazy, don't I?" She chuckled at him.

Then, much to all of our amazements, Karen added, in a soft voice.
"Well... You really are a very pretty girl after all, Chrissy."

We were all amazed. Chrissy looked at her closely. "You mean that you
would think about doing it with me?"

"Well... Yeah, I guess... Maybe? I don't know? If the conditions were
right and all, I could do it I suppose."

"Wow... I would love to see you to making out with each other."

Chrissy turned and smiled at him. "We will, if you will..."

"Wha... Wait a minute," I added. "What are you saying Chrissy? This is
nuts."

"What I am saying is this. If Karen is willing, I would make it with
her, if you two guys made it with each other."

"No way, Chrissy. I ain't a fag," I tried to assure her. But, even as
I was doing so, I was disturbed about something. I was actually having
a stirring going on in my shorts. This bothered me almost as much as
the idea of watching my girl make it with another girl did.

"Maybe you're not really a fag, but I'd be willing to bet that if I
put you in a pretty dress, that you'd be almost as pretty as Karen is.
In fact, I'll even bet you that you are small and dainty enough that
her clothes would fit you too."

"Oh Wow... What a mind blower..." chimed in Bill as he looked at me.
"You are right Chrissy. I never thought about it before, but he is
really cute, sort of like a girl, you know? You are right. I bet that
if he was dressed as a girl, that he would be kind of foxy too. Heck,
I could sort of go for that, I guess, if he was dressed like a girl, I
mean."

"I know," she chimed at me, with a mischievous and teasing glint in
her eyes. "In fact sweetheart, you could put on Karen's clothes, and
she could put on yours. You are both the same size. That way when I
kiss her, I'd feel like I would be making out with a guy in a way. And
Bill kisses you, he will be making out with a chick, in a way."

"Hey, I could like that, I think. What do you think, Karen?" I could
not believe that Bill was actually saying that he was liking this
crazy idea? What was going on in his mind? I had never even dreamed
that he might have some gay feelings before.

It was stupid. I was amazed at the stupidity of it. And, much to my
chagrin, as I looked at the pretty little doll that was seated across
the table from me, the idea of wearing her clothes really got me even
harder. I got so hard it was hurting me. I blushed in my shame of
these inner desires. The ideas were so perverted. What was wrong with
me. Was I turning as queer as Bill seemed to be turning?

Karen looked over at me. She lowered her beautiful lashes and she
smiled and blushed in that delightful feminine way that she has of
doing so. "Robby, if you will lend me your clothes, I will lend you
mine..."

I sat there, the blood draining from my face. I could hardly believe
what I was hearing. Karen was as much as telling the rest of us that
she wanted to make it with another girl. But, so was Chrissy. Karen
was telling us that she was gay? Was Chrissy saying that too? Maybe,
just maybe that was why they had not had sex with us before this? This
whole stupid idea was almost too much for me. 

I felt really light headed, like I was not in real time or something.

Karen was sitting there wearing a very light pink coloured silky
looking dressy blouse that had a white peter pan collar trimmed in
delicate pink lace on it. Here sleeves were cute and puffy, with white
lace trim on them at about mid point of her upper arms. She was also
wearing a pink beaded neck lace that hung almost to her breasts. She
was such a cute girl. 

She was also, I suddenly realized a very, very feminine girl too. I
could not help but to see the faint trace of her white lace bra
through the delicate material of her blouse. I could not see it
because she was seated across the table from me, but I remembered that
she was also wearing a thin white pleated skirt and pink running
shoes. I also recalled, with a blush, that I had noted with rather
lascivious interest that I had been able to see the faint pinkness of
her panties through her skirt too, because the material was so thin.
On her, it looked sexy. On me?

The strange idea of me actually wearing those pretty and very feminine
clothes, and finding that I was wondering what it would feel like to
wear something that belonged to such an obviously feminine young
woman, made my cock rock hard to the point of bursting.

"You... Karen? Get real, will you? You can't be serious? Think about
what you are saying?" I was incredulous.

"Hey, if you want to get all yourself all dressed up like a really
pretty little girl, I promise you that you will have a good time,
honey... I promise you that I will treat you like a real girl should
get herself treated." Bill grinned at me wolfishly.  Before I could do
anything to stop it, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips, the way
that Chrissy had kissed Karen just moments before.

I blushed and looked at over at Karen. I felt a strange kinship tot he
pretty girl now. I blushed. I'd shared a feminine thing with her. I
could tell that she knew what I was feeling at that moment too. She
was smiling. "Now you know what if feels like, eh sister?"

"Look at her, I think she liked it," chimed in Chrissy, as she reached
under the table, and discovered that I had a hard on. I was floored.
She was going to think that I had a hard on because Bill had kissed
me, instead of because of the idea of wearing Karen's clothing. I
realized as well, that it really did not matter why I had the hard on.
Either reason was a pretty queer one, if you are honest about it.

What was the difference between having a hard on because a guy kissed
me, or having a hard on because of the chance to wear Karen's pretty
clothes? Either way, it looked like it was because I was a fairy,
right?

No matter how you cut it, I was looking like a fairy. It was all right
for Karen to wear my clothes, after all it is pretty common for high
school girls to wear guy's clothes. But it is definitely not the norm
for high school guys to wear a high school girl's clothes now, is it
now?


Three: The Changelings


I sat there and looked at Chrissy and at then at Bill and then back at
Chrissy. I was astounded. Bill wanted to make it with me, if I would
put on Karen's pretty clothes. Chrissy wanted to make it with Karen,
if Karen put on my boy clothes.

I looked at Chrissy. I was confused and embarrassed. 

"You... You really for want for me to put on Karen's clothes, and make
out like I was a girl, with Bill, while you make out like a girl with
Karen, while she pretends to be your boyfriend?"

"Hey, you only go around once. I say let us give it a try. If we don't
like it, we can always go back to being our old selves, right?"

"But, if I do this, what are you going to think of me after seeing me
in Karen's clothes, after you seeing me being kissed by Bill like I
was a girl?" I was almost whining. I did not want to, but I was.

"I will think of you what I think of you now. You are too cute to be a
real guy, and you are so gentle that I can trust for you never to go
all macho and masculine on me, and try to rape me or something.
Besides that, I would really like for you to know how it feels to be
on the receiving end of things. It might make you more sensitive to me
and to my needs, eh?"

I looked over at Karen. She smiled at me, and she blushed.

"You really want to switch clothes and sexes with me? You really want
to put on my clothes, and make out with another chick?"

"Hey, it is like Chrissy says, you only go around once, and who knows
if we would ever get the chance to try doing this again?"

I looked sideways at Bill. He was eyeing me like a ravenous wolf.
There was no point in asking him what he thought. All he wanted to do
was get his rocks off and he did not care if it was a guy or a girl,
as long as she looked like a girl when she was doing it for him.

I felt overwhelmed. I shrugged. "What the hell? If that is what you
guys really want, let's do it?"

There was a loud cheer from the table, and a loud clanking of our beer
glasses. Then Karen and I got up and went into the bed room that she
was going to share that night with Bill.

I was so self conscious as I looked over at her. She was a living
doll, and the idea that I might actually soon be in those pretty
clothes, really turned my crank. But I also realized that it would not
because I would be a guy wearing her clothes. It would be because I
would get the chance to feel like such a pretty girl might feel in
such pretty clothes.

We smiled and we were very awkward with each other at first. We had
both brought fresh beers into the room with us, and we sipped at it
for a moment. The she smiled at me.

"Well, I guess that if you are going to put on my clothes, I have to
get out of them first, don't I?"

I watched, mesmerized as she began to unbutton her blouse. I knew she
expected me to do the same. 

I slowly and almost fearfully unbuttoned my shirt, and tossed it onto
the bed. I tried not to think about what I was doing, as I undressed.
Soon, I was standing there in only my under wear.

I looked over at Karen. She was taking her panties off, and she was
nude. She walked over to me, and handed me the panties. "Here are your
panties, girly." Then she giggled in such a cute way, a way that
indicated that we were sharing something that no one else could share. 

I could not help but to smile, step out of my under wear and hand them
to her, as I received her panties. "And here are your y front
gotchies, young sir."

I watched her as she bent over and pulled my under wear on, up her
legs. I held her panties up to try and determine what was the front of
the pair. The front said, in embroidered letters, "Billy's Girl". I
blushed. She giggled again as she became aware of what I was doing,
and what I must have seen on the front of the panties.

"I bought those specially for him, to tease him. I knew that he would
like to see his girl proclaiming that she belonged to him, in such a
personal and intimate way. Well, I guess that it is going to be you
who is Billy's girl tonight, eh sweetie?"

I blushed. I was aware the she was watching me as I bent over and put
my feet through the lace trimmed elasticized leg holes. When I pulled
them up, the delicate softness was a real surprise. Karen noted the
look on my face. "Now you know why we girls love to wear our pretty
panties, instead of these big goober things that you guys wear under
your clothes, eh? How can you stand to wear things like this under
your clothes? I can see by the erection that you have, that you really
like wearing my panties?" She giggled in a way that let me know that I
was sharing something very intimate with her.

"Yeah. I guess you got that right? I never thought of it before, but
getting into your pants is really turning me on?" We laughed at the
double entendre. 

"You like the feel of wearing my panties, don't you?" It was not a
question. It was an observation.

None the less, I blushed profusely. "Yes, yes I do. They are very
sexy. You are very sexy, and feminine. I can't help it. The idea that
you were wearing them really turns me on. It... I hope you do not
think that I am weird or something, but they make me feel kind of like
a girl too?"

"I can see that." She giggled delightfully as she pointed at the big
bulge that was tenting the front of the panties. The soft pink silk,
that had just so recently been touching her intimate feminine parts
felt so soft and sexy, it was driving me nuts. I had never felt so
sensuous before. They were still warm from her too. 

"I never thought that I would ever see an erection in the front of my
panties though." We burst into a fit of giggles over that comment. I
was feeling very strangely as though I was somehow sharing her girl
feelings with her. I was amazed that she was not hating me for putting
on her clothes. 

Next, Karen helped me get into her delicate lace bra that she had been
wearing. She decided to stuff the cups with two pairs of panties in
each one. The stuffing gave me pert little breasts, about the same
size as the ones that she had of her chest.

She had not been wearing nylons as it was too hot out, but she had
been wearing these little nylon sockettes. All they did really, was to
cover the part of the foot that would be inside of the pink sneakers.
I put them on, and pulled on the sneakers and laced them up. I was
amazed that her sneakers fit me. They felt so light and delicate
compared to what I was used to wearing. 

I could hardly believe that girls could actually run and jump around
in delicate little shoes like this, but they did.

Karen, though I had not known it before we came into this room, and
there was no good reason why I should have known it really, had been
wearing a pink slip, the same colour as the panties and bra that I had
on. I could hardly believe it, as she showed me how to work my arms up
on the inside of the silky garment, raise it up over my head, and then
look up into a scene that only girls ever saw, girls and guys like me,
I guessed. I let the delicate softness come down over my head, and it
felt like I was being enveloped in femininity. I realized that it must
have been the short slip that I had seen, and had thought that they
were her panties, when I had noted the faint pinkness through her
skirt earlier in the day.

The emotion that I was having must have registered on my face. I felt
as though I had somehow become intimately connected with the pretty
girl, and that through the wearing of her clothes, that I could some
how feel what she felt like when she wore them. It astounded me. I
felt like I was a pretty and feminine girl. I had never felt anything
that felt so nice and sweet before. I was astounded. I knew that I
loved the way feeling like a feminine girl felt like to me.

"You... You really like wearing my girl's clothes. I can tell. I bet
that this is not the last time that you are going to wear girl's
clothes. I... I kind of like that about you, Robby. I like it a lot.
Seeing you wearing my clothes really turns me on. If you want to,
sometimes, you can come over to my place and I will get you dressed up
really pretty?"

What could I say? I could not deny that I was really cranked by the
feelings that wearing her clothes was giving me. The evidence that I
liked wearing her clothes was making a tent in the front of my panties
and slip. Geeze, I thought to myself, I had never ever thought that I
would ever think in terms of a pair of panties being my panties. 

But I felt so humiliated to think that I would actually like wearing
Karen's clothes, and like wearing them so much, that she knew how much
I liked it. The idea of having this pretty girl dress me up in one of
her really pretty party dresses nearly drove me around the bend. I
felt my cock twitching in the soft silk of the front of her panties.
And I could almost feel the proximity of her sweet feminine vagina and
its contact with the gusset of the panties that I was wearing.

I had a bit of trouble with buttoning the blouse, as I was used to
buttoning it on the other side. Of course, Karen I could see, was
having as much trouble putting my shirt on too. We grinned at each
other, at our shared new experiences, that no one else would share
with us. I loved this girl in a way that I had never felt for her
before. I was sharing something with her that she only shared with her
best friends, namely the borrowing of her clothes. And even they, I
was willing to bet, never got to wear her panties and bra.

Then it was time to step into the skirt. For the first time in my
life, I pulled a skirt up my legs, and buttoned it at the back. There
was also a small zipper there too. I loved the way the wide waist band
felt around my waist. It was just a tad too tight for me, but then
again, I was not supposed to have a girl's measurements around the
waist, was I? I was amazed that the dainty girl's skirt did fit me at
all.

I went over to stand in front of the mirror. I was astounded. I had
never believed Chrissy before, nor anyone else before for that matter,
who had told me that I looked a lot like a girl. But as I stood there
and I was looking at myself while I was wearing Karen's clothes, I
became quite convinced though. Yes, even without any makeup on, I
looked like a real girl. 

As I stood there, realizing that I really did look like a girl, a very
warm feeling, a sense of sharing some kind of deep femininity with
Karen, came over me. It was a lovely emotion. I would rather not have
felt it, but when I did feel it, it was really lovely. I felt
strangely as though for the first time in my life, I was a complete
person. Up till then, though I had not really been aware of it till
that moment, I had not felt like a complete person in some way. There
always seemed to be something missing. Now I knew what it was. It was
the girl inside of me that had been unknown before. I felt a flush of
peace and joy, as I thought for the first time ever, that I was a
'she'.

I felt like a girl's personality was being released deep on the inside
of me. I also knew with a certainty that I had hardly ever felt
before, that this was not the last time that I was going to see myself
wearing girl's clothes. 

The feminine clothing just made me feel too nice, not to wear them
again. I felt dainty, and I felt pretty. I felt feminine too. I loved
those feelings. 

Karen had me sit at the vanity, and she showed me how to put on her
makeup. It did not seem to be that difficult, as I soon learned that I
seemed to have a latent talent for colours, at least as far as makeup
went. The most frustrating thing was the mascara. I had to put it on
three times before it looked natural. Then she showed me a couple of
different ways of doing my hair that were simple enough that even I
could do them. What we decided on was a ponytail that rode high on the
back of my head. I felt strangely as though I had become free, when I
saw myself with a pretty girlish face and knowing that I was wearing
delicate feminine clothing. It was intoxicating. I loved it.

I sat there as she spritzed on some of her perfume. She put it on my
neck, behind my ears, a dollop on my breastbone, and a bit on the
backs of my knees and the insides of my wrists. She told me that it
was Billy's favourite perfume. She grinned as she told me that he
always got really turned on when he smelled it on her. I blushed as I
thought of my best friend smelling it on me, and getting a boner for
me because of it. But, the idea that a guy might see me as a girl, and
get a boner for me, did not upset me. It should have, but it didn't.

Her words, her last statement, crashed me back into reality. But I
also had to face the reality that I was looking at a pretty girl in
the mirror, wearing the same clothing that the little doll Karen had
been wearing less than half an hour earlier. She did not pierce my
ears thankfully, but she did put her gold necklace and bracelet on me.
My fingers were a bit bigger than hers, but she did make me put on the
ring that Bill had given her when they had decided to go steady. 

I looked at her, and she started to giggle at my expression. "Hey
girl, every girl that I know of wants to wear her boy friend's ring.
Join the club. He is your boy friend now girl." Her lovely infectious
attitude made me laugh. She was right, I guess. He was my boy friend
tonight. And, I realized, that also meant that I was his girl friend
too.

I felt so very strange having this boy's brand on my finger in this
way. My fingernails were not really as long as hers, but she did file
them and applied her nail polish to them. I sat patiently then, and
they dried as Karen removed her own nail polish, to make herself look
more like a boy should look.

At last, after she had removed her makeup, we stood side by side,
looking in the mirror. No matter what she wore, she was a cute girl.
Now I too realized that the same might also be said of me. I felt so
pretty, and I certainly did not feel like I was a boy wearing girl's
clothes. 

I felt like a girl who happened to have a cock in her panties. I felt
feminine. I burst out laughing as I wondered what Karen's mom would
say if she could see her little girl now. Karen thought that it was
pretty funny too. We nearly split a gut laughing about it.

Karen and I held hands, and we walked back out to the porch. On the
way out though, we picked up four fresh beers.



Four: Moment Of Truth


The reality hit home as I stepped out onto the porch and felt the hot
sun light below my knees, and I felt the slight afternoon breeze begin
to tug playfully at my skirt hem. I loved the way the pleated skirt
made the slip caress my thighs as I walked. I also liked the feminine
whisper that my slip made with each step. 

I felt very strange indeed, as I walked out into the bright sunlight.
The early summer breezes played with the hem of my skirt. I felt the
sun burning on my legs. I was very aware of my perfume in the pine
scented air.

"Hey, here she comes, Miss America..." Bill sang in his off keyed way.
His warm smile though just made me giggle at him. I did not feel like
an inferior little fairy to him. I felt like he really liked me as a
girl, when I saw the glint in his eyes, when he spied what I looked
like in his girl friend's clothes.

I did not want to, but my cock started to throb against the soft silk
of my panties. I wondered if I was making him hard. I had never felt
so emotionally charged before, not so full of sexual tension. 

I had a myriad of emotions. One, I felt totally emasculated as I saw
the speculative way that Chrissy was eyeing me. I knew that she would
never ever again see me as a regular normal boy. I felt humiliation
standing in front of Bill, dressed up in hie girl friend's pretty
clothes. I felt exhilarated because I felt like a pretty and feminine
girl. I had never been so sexually excited in my life. And, I felt
charged because Bill was definitely looking at me as a man looks at an
attractive girl. He wanted me as his girl. 

I watched in amazement as the cute little girlish new boy Karen,
walked over to where Chrissy was sitting, and enfolded Chrissy in her
arms, and kissed her deeply, in her rather good imitation of how I
kissed Chrissy.

Billy looked over at me, and held his arms wide, as he turned in his
seat. I knew how it was that Karen did it, and I blushed, feeling so
very weak kneed, as I imitated her. I walked over to him, and I stood
between his legs, then seated myself on his left thigh, just as Karen
had liked to sit with him. I felt utterly girlish, and it was so nice.

I felt so weak, and excited as I felt his arms go around my waist, and
he pulled me tightly against his chest, and he planted a kiss on my
lips. At first the kiss was kind of light and teasing, but it
progressed to a demanding possessive kiss, pressing hard against my
lips, and then his tongue pushed into my mouth.

I was dressed like a girl, and a guy, my best friend, was kissing me
like I was his girl friend, in whose clothes I was attired. I did not
know what to do. I recalled how Karen would react, and I did what I'd
seen her do before. I put my arms up around his neck, and I closed my
eyes, and I started to gently suck on his tongue. Putting my arms up
around his neck made me feel like I was submitting to his desires, and
I liked the way it made me feel like I was accepting his lordship so
to speak, over me.

I felt his cock growing on my right thigh, and it amazed me. He knew I
was a guy, so how could he be getting hard for me? This was my life
long best buddy. 

But then, I knew that I was not a boy to him anymore, but I was
getting kissed like this while I was wearing these clothes. It was
making me harder than I had ever been before. I felt so hard, that it
was starting to hurt. I had a strange craving in me, a wanting for him
to touch me there, through my silk panties.

Billy kissed me like that for about fifteen minutes. Then he turned to
look at Karen.

"Well guy, let's let these chicks clean up, and we'll go down to the
dock, okay?"

"Right on, man..." she did an imitation of my voice. She was pretty
good at it too.

Then they did leave. When they were out of ear shot, Chrissy looked at
me and she had a look of real amazement on her face. "Man... I can
hardly believe how pretty you are. You make a gorgeous chick, Debi."

"Debi?"

"Yeah, that is what Bill and I decided to call his new girl friend.
You look like one of my cousins and her name is Debi. My new boy
friend is called Derek."

"Ummm... Miss Debi? Sounds okay to me, I guess?"

"You are just so cute in that outfit Debi. If I was a guy, man I'd be
all over you. You is one foxy lady, Debi."

"Thanks? I guess? I don't know if that is a compliment or what?"

"Let me put it these way sweet cheeks. If you and I got married and I
knew that you could look like that, you would most definitely be the
wife. You are just too cute not to be the wife. After seeing you like
this, I can never think of you as a boy again."

"Me the wife?"

"Yeah. I would make you wear pretty and sexy clothes all the time, and
I would take care of you, and all you would have to do is to stay at
home and make me a really nice place to come home to after a hard
day's work." She grinned. "Of course, you'd have to lay on your back
when I wanted some too..." She guffawed lewdly.

The whole idea seemed so ludicrous that I burst out laughing, only too
late realizing that my laughter was melodic and high sounding, like a
girl's. Chrissy laughed at the look of confusion that crossed my face.

"Well, there aren't very many guys that can say that they know what
the other side of the bed feels like. You might be a better boy friend
after all of this, you know?"

"Maybe."

"Yeah, at least you are going to know what it feels like the way an
average guy like Billy treats a girl."

"Chrissy?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you... Are you really going to have sex with Karen?"

"Debi, for today, and maybe tomorrow, Derek is my boy friend. I am
going to do the same things with him that I would have done with you.
And by the way, that means that you will have to do the same things
with Billy that Karen would have done with him."

"What if he...?"

"What if he what?"

"Well... I know how he is. He is always talking about how much he
wants her to... To suck him off?"

"Hey girl, if the shoe fits, you wear it. If that is what he wants
when he gets you into his bed tonight, then that is what you do for
him. You are his girl friend tonight, remember?"

"Chrissy, suppose that I do actually do those kinds of things for him?
What are you going to think of me?"

She stepped close to me and kissed me deeply. Then she stepped back
and looked deeply into my eyes. "Gawd you are so pretty honey. It is
hard to remember that you are not a real girl... Well, what will I
think of you? I don't know. Only time will tell that. But I will be
glad that you know how a girl feels about things, so I am sure that
you will treat me better for your experience? I hope so any ways?"

We finished cleaning up in silence. We sat for another beer, and we
watched the guys down on the dock, skipping stones. They looked like
and acted like a couple of regular guys. Karen had her hair pulled up
under a cap, and she really looked like a guy. She'd used an athletic
bandage to wrap around her chest to make her look flat, and it had
worked as well as the panties in my bra had made me look feminine.

We giggled and joked a lot. Chrissy was treating me like a girl. She
talked to me about Derek the way she would talk about any guy that
turned her on, as though I shared her feelings about guys. I knew that
in her mind, I had crossed over some kind of a line. I had stopped
being a regular guy in her mind. I was now the girl that I looked like
I was.

After a few more minutes, we decided to start making sandwiches for
some snacks for later on.  

By the time the sandwiches were done and wrapped and in the
refrigerator, the guys came back. Derek with a very assured masculine
swagger, at least as much of a swagger that a pretty girl can muster,
came in and made a big pretense about wrapping his arms around Chrissy
and kissing her deeply. Chrissy looked at me, smiled, and gave her
self over to being deeply kissed. I did not know if I should be
jealous or what.

I did not have time to consider though. Bill grabbed me in a similar
fashion, and I soon found myself with his tongue buried deep in my
mouth, and his hands moving all over my pantied and beskirted bum
cheeks. He was just so... So mannish with me. I did not want to, but I
liked being treated this way. 

I felt guilty because I was a guy and I was not supposed to enjoy the
feel of the pretty girl's clothes that I was wearing, and I was not
supposed to like being kissed and felt up, by a guy. But I did. I did
not just like it, I adored the way that it made me feel. Every second
of it made me feel more and more girlish. I also strangely, was
beginning to feel normal being treated like a girl.

But it was so very nice to feel the clothes, and to feel what it was
like to be the pursued rather than the pursuer. I liked it. I liked it
a lot. I liked looking pretty, and the way he was treating me made me
feel even more pretty. I really liked that. I did not want to, but I
did.

Could I do more of what a girl does? I began to think that if I could
so easily be swayed into abandoning my boy hood in order to receive
girl hood that I could do it. And add to that the fact that if I could
like being felt up and kissed like a real chick gets herself felt up
and kissed, then I was probably fairy enough to go all the way, and do
all the things that the real girls do. Being a girl was great.

Before I really understood what was happening, I found myself being
led into the bed room that I had been in earlier with Karen. I also
noted that Derek was leading Chrissy into the bed room that I was
supposed to share with her for the night.

Bill took me over and had me lay down on the bed. I looked up at him.
I was so scared. He smiled down at me, and then he did what I would
never have dreamed would ever happen to me. The boy lay down on top of
me. He weight crushed me into the mattress, and his lips began to
explore my face. I could not stop myself. I wrapped my arms around his
shoulders, and I moaned. I was so excited. I loved the way his weight
was grinding the intimate girl material of my panties into my little
boyhood. It was so erotic.

Billy kissed me like that for a very long time. He was moving his
pelvis, grinding the girl material of my panties into the only few
inches of boy that remained to me. He was making me so hot. I wanted
him to make me cum.

We stopped kissing like that after a while. I lay there looking up at
him. I asked him if he really wanted to go through with this.

He smiled, ground his hips into me, and told me that it was more than
evident to him, that I really wanted to be his girl for him. I could
not deny it. He would have known that I was lying to him, by virtue of
the hard on that I had, and because of the way I had been moaning when
he kissed me.

I asked him what would happen next. He told me that he and Derek had
decided to go into town for a while, to shoot some pool, and that they
wanted us girls to go with them. But, he and Derek had admitted that
they needed to get themselves some relief first.

I asked what he meant, but I knew what he meant.

He grinned and asked me if I would give him a hand job.

I was astounded when actually faced with the reality of doing what a
girl does with a boy, but I figured that maybe since I had liked being
kissed so much by him, that maybe giving him a hand job would not be
so bad. I blushed as I told him that if that was what he wanted, then
I would see if I could do it for him.

He rolled off me onto his back. He reached over for some tissue paper,
and told me to unbutton his shirt. I decided that if I was going to do
what a girl does, then maybe I should do it the way I had fantasized
that Chrissy would have done it to me. I got up on my knees, and I
straddled his waist. The freedom to do this, afforded by the skirt I
was wearing was something that I had never thought about before. When
I lowered myself, it was right down onto his cock. I could hardly
believe what a brazen a hussy this new girl in me was turning out to
be. I felt like I was acting like a hot chick.

Then I leaned forward and I unbuttoned his shirt. I could not stop
myself from also placing my palms on his chest, and rubbing it the way
Chrissy did to me some times. He moaned. He liked that. I knew that he
would like it.

Then I moved myself back down his body, so that I was sitting on his
knees. Hardly daring to really believe that I was doing it, I watched
my pink tipped fingers as I opened his belt, lowered his zipper, then
started to tug his pants down a few inches. His cock was straining at
the front of his jockey shorts, the same kind of jockey shorts that
his girl friend was wearing at this very moment.

Once I also lowered his jockey shorts, his big ugly cock twitched in
front of me. I could hardly believe that I had made him so hard for
me. He was reacting to me the same way that he reacts to the girl in
whose clothing I was clad. I felt kind of flattered that as a girl, I
could turn his crank like that for him.

Then, for the first time in my life, I put my hands on a guy's cock. I
knew all about how to jack off a cock, after all I had previous
experience with an erect cock. I started to do to him, what I usually
did to myself. I was so horny as I watched myself do it to him. He lay
there for a long time, then without notice, he reached down and
grabbed my cock through the front of my skirt.

I was astounded. A guy was holding me there, and it made me nearly
scream in pleasure. He made me feel so small and so weak. He roughly
grasped at me, and he twisted the intimate material of my panties into
me. I could not resist. I moaned, and I began to ejaculate into his
hand. He made me give him everything that I had. It was the most
glorious sensation that I had ever had.

I was elated. I felt every inch a girl. I was acutely aware of how
every feminine stitch that I was wearing, felt on my supercharged
skin. I had never felt so alive in my life. I was acutely aware that I
was a girl and I was having sex with a boy.

Bill held me like that till I started to go soft in his hand, and
returned to a sense of reality.

"Did you like that, Debi?"

"Ohhh... That was the nicest thing that I every felt, Billy."

"You really like being a girl. I can see that. You... Uhhh... Can I
look at your panties?"

I felt so exposed as I raised my skirt and slip. I knew that he was
going to see silky panties, all soaked with the cum that he had drawn
out of me. Not only that, I was humiliated knowing that he was also
going to see that my panties said, "Billy's Girl". When he saw it, he
smiled. He told me that I really was Billy's Girl.

Then he told me that I could put my skirt down. "You want to do what
Karen does to me?"

"What is that?" I said it in a hushed voice. I knew what it was. 

"I want you to suck me down there, Debi."

"I... I ain't a sissy cock sucker, Billy."

"I know that honey, but you are a really sweet girl, and I know that
doing what girls do really turns you on. That is just one more girl
thing to do. If you can't suck it, will you at least kiss it?"

"Kiss it?"

"Yeah honey. Kiss it."

"I... I guess I could kiss it?"

I leaned forward till his cock was right in front of my face. I could
smell his sweat. I liked the smell of him. He was still holding me
through the front of my skirt.

I pursed my lips, and I touched his cock head. He moaned and pushed up
his pelvis, making his cock slide on my cheeks and lips. It should
have revolted me, but it didn't. I felt flattered that I had turned
him on so much.

"Ohhh... Honey, that feels so nice. Kiss me some more."

I kissed it again and again and again. Soon I was sliding my lips all
up and down the sides of it, and spending a lot of time with my pursed
lips on the head of it. I was leaving pink traces of my lip stick all
over it. I could hardly believe that I was dressed as a girl, and
kissing a guy's cock for him.

"Debi, honey?"

"Ummm?"

"Open your mouth sweetie."

I do not know why, but it just seemed like the next logical thing to
do. I found myself parting my lips, and I felt his cock head begin to
slide over my ultra sensitive lips, and his cock actually entered into
my mouth.

"Ohhh... You feel so sweet Debi. I'll do anything for you honey?"

In a moment, his cock was filling my mouth and bulging out my cheeks.
I could hardly believe that I was there, dressed up in his girl
friend's clothes, and I was actually sucking his cock. This was it, I
knew. I was now a full fledged fairy cock sucker. When I look in the
mirror again, I will be looking at a fairy cock sucker. Every time one
of my friends calls me a cock sucker, I am going to know that it is
not just a joke, it is true. But, it felt so nice to be a girl, that I
did not care if that was what they would call me from now on.

I felt him moving inside of my mouth, then he seemed to swell even
bigger, and he moaned, bucked up and he let go of his ejaculate. I
felt the hot stream of his cum pound in a short sharp burst at the top
of my mouth. I was too stunned to even realize that I was making my
best friend cum in my mouth, while I was wearing his girl friend's
clothes.

I felt so humiliated, and yet I was flattered that as a girl, I could
make him act like this. It was so lovely.

I swallowed his cum as he graced my mouth with a refill. He jerked and
spasmed and cried out in his ecstasy, and he filled my mouth again.
Did I like his cum? Yes I did. I liked the way the thick stuff felt on
my tongue. I liked the salty sweetness of it. Mostly though, I liked
knowing that I was doing what any other girl does.

I knew that I was completely a fairy now. How could a guy get any more
of being a fairy, than by wearing girl's clothes and sucking off his
best friend? Did being a fairy bother me?

I felt guilty about it. But mostly, I just loved the way that it felt
to be the girl with a guy. I did not care if they called me a fairy.
This pleasure of being a girl was worth any humiliation that I might
have. I wanted to be a girl all the time, and be with a guy like this.

When I felt his cock getting soft, I raised my head. I smiled at him,
and I wondered if he could see the cum that I felt dribbling on my
chin. I wondered what I must look like to him.

"Man, Debi... You are a fantastic cock sucker. I've had some blow jobs
before, but you do it better than any other girl ever has. You are
really something honey."

"Thank you? I guess that was a compliment?"

"It sure was sweet cheeks. It sure was. I... Uhhh... I guess that you
got to change your clothes? I'll wait for you out on the porch, but
hurry, because the pool room closes early in mid weeks."

I stripped my clothing off, and went to Karen's suit case. I could
hardly believe that I was doing it, but I did it. She had this yellow
sleeveless sundress with a wide elastic waist, a full skirt, and a
large ruffle trimmed in white lace for a collar. I also found some
yellow lingerie. I decided to put those on.

It took me a few minutes with all of the unfamiliar clothing, but I
soon had it all on, and had done my own makeup without help, in a
reasonable way. I was kind of proud of how good I looked. I was not
disillusioned either, as when I went out onto the porch, both Billy
and Derek let out with some wolf whistles.

I was pleased.

You can see me at my web site: www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/9864 Or
drop me a note at: debijo@cybergal.com


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