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Deborah bring us a charming adult TV Novel about a young college
student who falls in love with the female room mate he comes to live
with, and discovers the delight of crossdressing. This only to learn
to his room mate wanting for him to sign a contract to switch places
with her, agreeing in it to switch identities with her. She would
agree to become his husband, while he agrees become her wife. Why this
strange contract?
My Contract To Crossdress
Penned By: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson
The Contract
Be it known that this agreement is entered hereunto, by the consent of
each of the parties described herein. This agreement shall assume the
full force of law, as a binding contract of performance, on the
parties here in named, when it is presented for registration at the
local county Registration Office and also presented to a licensed
notary public in the employ of such registration office.
This document is binding and legal contract and must be accompanied by
acceptable certification of the legal applications for pursuant
subsequent change of names of each of the parties concerned, which is
a requirement of this agreement.
It is understood by the parties concerned, that the registration of
this agreement is pursuant to, and must be accompanied by, certified
copies of the legal applications, by the participating parties of this
agreement, and is of itself insufficient to facilitate the full force
of the law to this agreement, should such certification of such said
applications not accompany this document. They applications must
accompany this document, when it is presented for registration as a
contractual agreement between the parties described herein.
Be it known that the herein described parties are the said subjects of
this agreement. Firstly, Miss Janet Beverly Price shall become known,
hereafter as the party of the first part. Secondly, Mr. Terry Leonard
Johnson shall be herein become known as the party of the second part.
As is herein previously stated, the party of the first part, and the
party of the second part, enter into this agreement subsequent to the
legal applications for the changes of names as described hereafter.
This agreement shall, when recorded, pursuant to said action mentioned
above, form a legal and binding and irrevocable agreement between the
said parties. Said agreement shall continue to be irrevocable in
nature, excepting as for these two specifically identified
circumstances having occurred.
The one circumstance, being the death of one or both of the parties.
In such an event, the survivor shall have the option to revert back to
the previous legal identity they had previous to the enforcement of
this agreement.
The other circumstance, that shall be considered, as is previously
agreed upon, as a condition of this agreement, shall be that both
parties are in complete agreement as to the dissolution of this
agreement. In such case, the mutual consent, combined with legal
applications to change the names of the parties concerned, shall also
be considered to be sufficient reason to dissolve this otherwise
binding irrevocable agreement.
The agreement is as follows:
Firstly, the party of the first part shall make legal representation
to the records department of the local municipal government offices,
to have the legal identification by which the party the first part is
known, changed to that of the party of the second part.
Concurrently to this action by the party of the first part, the party
of the second part shall also make legal representation to the same
said government office, to have said identification changed to that of
the party of the first part.
These concurrent applications must be made in accordance with all the
legal requirements and guidelines of the said municipal and or
overseeing government ministry.
These changes do not have to be confirmed before entering upon this
agreement, but certification of the application or the subsequent
confirmation of the said application for these changes, must a company
this agreement when it is presented for registration. The said
agreement shall consist of the following under standings.
One, Miss Janet Beverly Price shall make the application to change her
legal name to that of one Mr. Terry Leonard Johnson. Concurrent to
this action, Mr. Terry Leonard Johnson shall also make an application
to change his legal name to that of the said Miss Janet Beverly Price.
Two, subsequent to such applications being made, the two parties
shall agree to the following terms and conditions, which, as
aforementioned, shall be considered, barring the two exceptions
aforementioned, to be an irrevocable and binding contract of agreement
between the two parties.
Three, as the party of the first part accepts the name and legal
identity of the party of the second part, it shall be also be deemed
that the party of the first, part shall henceforth, until such
revocation or cessation of this agreement, shall also receive any
rights, benefits and entitlements or properties of the person of the
name of the party of the second part. Concurrently, it is understood
that the part of the second part shall revoke all rights, benefits and
entitlements or properties normally recognised as belonging to the
party of the second part, ceding them by this agreement, unto the
party of the first part.
Four, as the party of the second part accepts the name of the party
of the first part, it shall be deemed that the party of the second
part, shall henceforth, until such revocation or the cessation of this
agreement, shall also receive the rights, benefits and the
entitlements and properties of the person of the name of the party
of the first part, as was, previous to the enforcement of this
contract of agreement between the party of the first part and the
party of the second part.
Concurrently, it is understood that the party of the first part shall
revoke all rights, and benefits and entitlements or properties
normally recognised as belonging to the party of the first part,
ceding them by this agreement, unto the party of the second part.
It is understood by the participating parties, that subsequent to
this agreement, all future rights, benefits and the entitlements or
properties which might have accrued to the ownership of the party of
the first part or to the party of the second part, previous to the
enforcement of this agreement, shall from this time forward, barring
the revocation of this agreement, will accrue to the party who bears
the legal name of the party to whom such rights and things might have
accrued. This agreement includes such things as inheritances or other
considerations.
We the undersigned attest by our affixed signatures below, that
this agreement is entered into without duress, and is entered into
freely of our own accords. We agree to bind ourselves to the explicit
terms of this agreement, subject only to the terms of revocation
previously stated. We are also in agreement that this is a bilateral
agreement, and requires a bilateral agreement to dissolve it, or the
death of one of the parties.
We enter this agreement willingly, this 14th day of the second
month of this current year, by the notarised and registered signatures
following;
By the party of the first part;
Janet B. Price Miss Janet Beverly Price , and by the party of the
second part;
Terry L. Johnson Mr. Terry Leonard Johnson
Chapter One
Well, if you are reading this missal, it probably means that you
have already read the contract that I singed. It is, to this very day,
now two years after I signed that contract. These last two years have
been very hard in some respects, as there has been unbelievable
adjustments that I have had to make.
But, the last two years have, I have to also admit, have been the
nicest two years of my short 20 year life span. So, just to set the
record absolutely straight, so that you will have no doubt in your
mind whatsoever, I will reiterate my position, okay?
Twenty years ago, I was born as a boy. My name was Terry Leonard
Johnson. My dad was never home, and my mom pretty well ran our
household the way that she wanted to do it. When my dad was at home,
he was usually drunk. So, I did not grow up with a really healthy
opinion of what a good man should be, in all honesty.
I suppose that that was one of the reasons why I was so agreeable to
accepting this proposal to crossdress, when it came up in the first
place.
Well, anyway, that is all past history now. My parents are both
dead now, and my two sisters live on the other side of the country. We
do not see each other at all, and I can not even remember the last
time I had a call or a letter from one of them. So, for all intents
and purposes, I am all alone in the world. Well, I am alone, except
for Terry, I mean, the person who is Terry Johnson now. My legal name
now, as the contract has stipulated, is Janet Beverly Price. I go by
Beverly or Bev, but I kind of prefer Beverly.
Believe me, I would not trade the life I have now for anything in
the world. I am as happy as I could ever imagine myself being. Please
bear with me, and I will tell you of the circumstances that have lead
up to this amazing life change that I am leading now, okay? Once you
hear the circumstances, maybe you will not think that it is really so
strange for a boy to be living as a girl, after all.
It actually started about three and a half years ago. Let me
describe myself a bit to you first, okay Back then, I was 5' 3/4"
tall, and weighed 135 lbs., soaking wet. I still am the same height,
but I do weigh about 20 lbs. less than I did then.
Like most kids going to college. I'd let my hair grow quite long. It
was a dark brown and it hung straight down about mid shoulder blade
length. I usually wore a leather thong about my forehead to keep my
hair from interfering with my vision. Actually, I looked a lot like I
was a hippie from the sixties. I got teased about that a lot.
Although I had reached the age of 17 by that time, I had still not
even started to shave my face on a regular basis. In fact, I only
shaved maybe once a week. I am fortunate to have pretty hazel blue
coloured eyes, what one girl had told me were called bed room eyes.
Also, very fortunately for me I had no zits.
Up till the time I enrolled in college, I had led a pretty regular
type of normal life I guess. There was nothing really outstanding that
had ever really happened to me, aside from what my parents were like.
I tended to be a bit on the withdrawn, book wormish and I could even
be described as being on the passive or docile side of the scale, but
not overly so. Because I was so small in stature, I had never been
sought out for team sports types of activities, and I had never really
wanted to compete in athletics anyway. I much preferred using my mind
to my body. Actually, I really hated the rough and tumble team contact
sports like football.
I had managed to get myself accepted for enrolment in a computer
programming sciences course, in a college that was in a very small
town, a goodly distance from home. I wanted to go to this college,
because the reputation of this college for its computer science
courses was rather outstanding. I knew that a degree from this college
in computer sciences would be a guarantee of future employment.
As it so happened, I arrived at campus, late in the month of August.
Yes, I had gotten there before registration for the semester ended,
but I had arrived there too late in the summer to qualify for college
residence facilities. This was going to be a major problem to me,
money wise.
I checked with the student aid offices to see if they might have a
line on something that might help me out. The counsellor there was
very friendly, and she really made an effort to help. She knew exactly
what my situation was. I sat in her outer office, while she made some
calls around to the known room and board places, and she also tried
the motels, but after an hour of making calls on my behalf, she was
not able to find any help for me.
It soon looked like I might no have a place to stay, unless I wanted
to spend all my money on an expensive hotel room. This was just a bit
too scary for me. I was not really well fixed for money, and what I
did have, I would have to use to live on for the whole year. If I used
it up to pay high rents at a hotel, and I did not manage to get myself
a part time job, I'd be 'up shit creek without a paddle', as the old
saying goes, by shortly after Christmas.
Despondently, I thanked the student aid counsellor for her help, and I
prepared to leave her office, all the while, wondering I was going to
do. I decided that the only thing to do was to take one of the
expensive hotel rooms for a few weeks, and hope that something would
turn up in the meantime. I did not like the idea, but at the moment, I
saw no other alternatives. I had to have a place to live while I
attended the college.
Just as I was getting up to leave her office, the counsellor's
face brightened a bit. She told me that she had just remembered having
helped a girl, about three weeks before, to find an apartment that was
very near to the campus. She told me that if she recalled correctly,
that she thought that the girl had rented a two bed room apartment,
but she was not sure.
She asked If I would mind waiting for just a few more minutes,
while she located the girl's phone number, and called her to confirm
whether or not that she had taken the apartment. She said that if the
girl had taken that apartment, and that it really was a two bed room
apartment, that she had taken.
It was her hope, that if it was a two bed room apartment, that just
maybe there was an off chance that the girl might agree to rent me one
of the bed rooms. She told me not to hold my breath, for if she
remembered correctly, the girl had seemed a little straight laced, and
she might like the idea of sharing her apartment with a guy. But, she
smiled, and she told me that she would call for me, because she knew
only too well, that old adage, "if nothing was ventured... nothing
could be gained".
So, I crossed my fingers and prayed while I returned to sit outside of
her office to wait, hoping against hope that It would work out. I
really did not want to live in a hotel. As it was, I was pretty sure
that I would need to get a part time job by the new year anyway.
The counsellor was on the phone with the girl for a good twenty or
so long minutes, before she called me back Into her office. She told
me that the girl, Janet Price, was not really very keen on the idea of
having a boy share her apartment with her, but she understood the
situation that I was in. She would not promise me anything, but if I
wanted to go over and meet her, Janet would make a decision at that
time.
Janet could obviously not make a commitment to the counsellor,
till after she had a chance to meet me and make her own first
impressions. But she was willing to meet me, at least. If I was
successful in impressing her that I would be no trouble to her, she
would agree to letting me share her apartment with her.
The counsellor smiled at me as she wrote out the address, and told me
that Janet was expecting me to come right over. She told me how to
reach the apartment. and she gently squeezed my hand as she wished me
the best of luck on the apartment, with the cutest of squinched up
shoulders and facial expressions. It was very hard not to like her. I
thanked her for all of her trouble for me, and I left her office.
I prayed all the way over to the apartment, which turned out to be
only three blocks off campus. The house at the address the counsellor
had given me, was a large single family dwelling, and it had beautiful
stone work at the front.
The apartment that I was looking for, was a renovated loft over the
garage. It was accessed by an outside open stairway, leading up to the
spacious looking balcony in front of the entrance. I walked up the
paved driveway and went to the left side of the garage, and climbed
the stairs. The stairs led up to a large balcony. French doors were at
the top of the stairs. It was quite attractive.
Timidly and not to mention exhaustedly, I hauled my three suit
cases up those stairs, and on over to the doors. Though it was cold
out, I rested a moment to catch my breath before I rang the bell. A
long minute later, the door swung open and showed me what Janet Price
looked like.
The girl who opened the door to me, was almost identical to my own
height. If I had to guess, I would say that she was about 5' 4" and
maybe 125 lbs. The pounds were all very well positioned on her slender
frame to.
As I was standing outside looking in, and the balcony was one step
down from the doorway's threshold, I found that I had to look up to
see her clearly. This made me feel a kind of a funny and strangely
inferiority sense, in regards to the girl. There was no good reason
for that, and I tried to put it out of my mind. I had never felt that
way before and I found that it kind of threw me off balance a little
bit.
Miss Janet Price was, in one word, gorgeous. She had shiny dark
brown hair that fell thickly, straight down from the crown or her head
to her shoulders, where it curled prettily around her neck. Her hair
was pushed back on the right side, to accommodate a yellow lead pencil
that she had shoved behind her right ear. I could see that on that one
ear anyway, that she wore a large silver hoop for an earring.
Her eyes were a large and appraising blue, behind her large round,
dark brown framed glasses. Some of her bangs were curled over the tops
of her glasses in what I can only describe as a cute way.
Her lips were a bit pouty looking, and coloured a light pink, and they
were smiling at me warmly. This was a good sign.
Janet was wearing a pale pink coloured short sleeved mohair
sweater, and a pleated white skirt with a hem that hung down to just
an inch above her knees. Her sweater snugly hugged her hips, which
emphasised her slim waist. She also wore white knee socks that had
delicate lace cuffs just below her knees, and had on a pair of light
brown leather loafers.
I caught my breath. I could easily fall in love with a girl that
looked like that. She was very pretty, yet she had an air of no
nonsense about her that I found to be very attractive. But I had to
try very desperately, to impress her that all I was looking for was a
room. But, I could not believe how she fit into my concept of an ideal
woman, to a tee.
"Hi... Uhhh... Janet?'
"Yeah?"
"The... The school student aid of officer sent me over to meet
you. She said that you have a room that you might be willing to let me
rent from you?"
"Yeah... Well, come on in. It is a bit chilly out there. We can
talk about it anyway, eh? To be honest with you, I am not really too
crazy about the idea of renting my other room to a guy... I said that
I would meet you because she is a good friend, and she talked so
highly of you. I almost felt like I was doing her a favour by agreeing
to meet you."
I stepped up into the warm cosy room. It was the living room. I
was kind of amazed at how surprisingly large and well lighted the room
was. In the centre of the room was a massive coffee table that was
spread with opened text books and lined note pads. It as obvious that
Janet was trying to get a head start on what ever courses she was
taking.
I looked straight ahead. There was an arch styled doorway, leading
to a hallway. Directly in front of me was an open door, that showed
where the bath room was. Off to the right side of the living room was
a small kitchenette and dining alcove area. I assumed that the
bedrooms were off the hallway that I could see through the archway.
"Well, would you like to set your stuff down, over there, and I'll
make you some hot coffee?"
"Yeah... That would be great." I set down the suit cases and the
backpack, and slid my coat off my arms. I dropped the coat on top Or
the suit cases, near the door.
Then l just enjoyed watching her as she moved around. She did not
have big hips, but the pleated hem of her skirt swayed in a rather
pleasant way as she took each little step. The small pleats made it
look a bit like it was flowing around her thighs, kind of like what a
kilt on a highland dancer looks like, if you know what I mean. I liked
what I saw.
I idly wondered what the chances were of my ever getting intimate with
her. I figured they were not too good, as a chick like this could get
any guy that she wanted. She was a knockout. I knew only one phrase
that described to my mind, what she looked like as she moved about,
and that was, 'poetry in motion'. She was all that, for sure.
I went over and sat at the small round dining table in the alcove
that was just off the kitchenette. There were only two chairs at the
table. It had a pretty pink and purple flowered centre piece on it.
From where I sat, I could hear Janet moving around but I could not see
her too well. I waited quietly, thankful to be inside, out of the
chilly autumn breezes. After a few minutes, she returned to where I
was, with two large mugs of coffee.
"So, you got here too late and can't find a room?"
"It seems that way. The student aid officer has tried every motel
and rooming house in the town, and she has not been able to find one
empty place for me. The last available dorm room went to a person who
got here this morning. Geeze, if I'd had any Idea of how tight it was
going to be to find a room, I would have gotten here last week."
"Yeah... What a bummer... So, what if it does not work out between
us, what will you do?"
"I will have to get to a hotel room, I guess, and stay there and
hope that something comes up, like maybe someone dropping out of
school or something like that. If that doesn't happen, I won't have
enough money to stay at a hotel for a long enough time, especially if
I have to eat in a restaurant all the time. The student aid officer
told me that this school does not have a meal program, so, I can only
eat in the cafeteria once a day. If something does not turn up, I
guess I will have to drop out of school and work for a while, till I
get enough money together to come back to the school."
"Well Terry Johnson, you seem like a nice enough boy to me. I've
got to tell you though, I like to roam around in my under wear a lot,
most of the time in fact. If that is going to bother you, you better
say so now. I don't want to have any kind of relationship with a guy
going on, at this point in my life, okay?
"What I am trying to say is this. If I let you stay here, you've
got to act... Well... I guess what I am saying is this... You've got
to act sort of like you were another girl sharing my apartment, and
not a guy. I want to help you, but you have to know up front that if
you are going to act like a normal guy of your age, I will not put up
with it. I want to enjoy my freedom, and I want you to respect that
freedom. I don't want some dumb jerk of a guy always being after me or
ogling after my body every time he sees me in a pair of panties. Can
you get along with that rule, Terry?"
"Well, you are right up front, so I'll be honest with you, Janet.
You are a foxy chick but I am desperate. I will go along with whatever
you say. I am just so thankful that I would do anything to get along
with you." "Okay. Now, if I am making some concessions that I do not
have to make, I want you to make some too, okay? What I want is
$150.00 a month for rent. You will also have to pay for half of the
food. But you will have to do all, and I do mean 'all' of the
housework.
And yes, before you ask, that will also include doing my laundry. I
hate doing laundry with a passion The only thing I will take care of
is making my own bed. So, can you live with that, Terry?"
"Hey... Piece of cake. I was the oldest kid at home, so I know all
about how to do housework. My mom worked and my two sisters were quite
a bit younger than me, so I had to do a lot around the house. I won't
have any problem with that arrangement. I really do want to thank you
Janet. I'd be really stuck if you did not want to help me out."
"Okay... So, we can agree on things? Good. Now, I just stocked up
on groceries this morning. I spent $350.00 of which half is $175.00,
plus the rent of $150.00. You want to pay me $325.00 in advance? You
can wait till the bank opens in the morning, if you want. I think you
will find that this is still a lot cheaper than living in a dorm room
and eating in a restaurant, you know."
"Yeah, I believe lt. I think that I have got that much cash with
me. I will have to open a bank account in the morning and deposit my
money, but I can pay you now if you want me to."
"Yeah... I always want everything all up front. That way there are
never any hurt feelings or disappointments or misunderstandings,
right? Everyone knows always knows what to expect. No
disappointments."
"Yeah... You are right. Listen, how about if I pay you up till the
end of the year now, for the rent t least? I'd be giving it to you
anyway, right? At current interest rates at the bank, I sure will not
gain much by holding on to it, and I kind of like knowing that it is
all paid for in advance. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, that's true enough, about the interest rates an all. My
daddy used to say that banks were only good for two things, borrowing
money and writing checks on. So, four months at $150.00 a month is
$600.00. You want to pay me that to me now?"
"Yeah, and the money for the groceries. That way, I only have to
pay for groceries as we buy them. I don't mind doing that, if you
don't mind it."
"No, I like the idea. Hey, you want to give me money, I will make
it as easy as possible for you to give it to me, okay?"
I went over to one of the suit cases and opened it up. It took me a
couple of minutes of rifling around in it, till I found the paper bag
with my cash and traveller's checks in it. I counted out the $775.00
and handed it to her. Janet had opened a receipt book while I was
looking for my money, and she prepared a receipt for me. As she handed
it to me, she reminded me that it was tax deductible for students.
Once that was all taken care of, she took me to the bedroom I
would use. There were numerous items of her bright pastel coloured
intimate apparel spread out on the bed. She smiled, scooped them up in
her arms. She made a comment that if I had grown up in a house full of
females that I was certainly no stranger to what ladies under wear
were all about.
I smiled nervously. Yes, I knew all about them...
I somehow sensed that she might be alluding to the fact that I
might have a particular and perhaps unusual interest in ladies
underwear, because I had grown up in a household of females, but I did
not want to prolong that kind of thinking.
I hurriedly made a comment about how cold the weather was, for
late August, to which Janet agreed. Then she emptied the bureau
drawers and removed her few dresses from the closet. She smiled and
told me to make myself at home.
It took me nearly an hour to get unpacked and put ever thing where
it should go. Once that was done, I found that I was really exhausted.
I was also drained from the release of the pent up emotional strain of
not knowing where I was going to live while I was at the college. I
changed into an old sweatsuit that I had, with a pair of slippers, and
made my way out to the kitchen to get another hot coffee.
Janet was back on the couch, involved with her school books. The
television was playing quietly and she seemed to be lost in her
studying.
She was a picture, let me tell you. She was wearing a floor length
night gown with a matching pink peignoir, tied with a little shiny
satin bow, right under her chin, One the one foot that I could see,
was shod in a pink high heeled slipper, with a large pink puff at the
toe. I knew that such a shoe design was called a mule, but I had no
idea of where such a name could have derived from. I could hear the
delicate material that she was wearing as it rustled daintily, every
time she moved even the slightest bit, on the couch.
Janet looked up and smiled, as I entered the room.
I was beginning to think that I might not be able to keep my
promise to her. Seeing her sitting there, looking like that, gave me
an immediate erection. She was one hot looking lady.
I also had, from the strange little glint in her eye, the very strong
impression that she knew how she was making me feel too. She might, I
groaned inwardly as I thought the thought, turn out to be a real
serious a cock teaser. That would be too hard for me to live with, I
knew. Inwardly I groaned and hoped it would not be so.
I had enough problems in life without having such a provocative teaser
in my life to.
She so completely epitomised the mental profile that I had in my mind,
of a really elegant young lady. Perhaps it was because she was so
perfectly matched to my idea of the ideal woman, that so turned me on.
I do not know. All I knew for certain was that I had to mind my pees
and ques around her. But I knew that I could easily be smitten by her
charms.
I continued into the kitchen for a fresh coffee, and I went back
into the living room. I found a comfortable easy chair, and flopped
into it. I tried very hard to pretend like she was my little sister or
something like that.
We chatted amicably for a while, making a whole lot of small talk. She
very soon learned just about everything that I have already told you
about myself. I was surprised that she even seemed interested in my
past. I was not used to having a pretty girl be interested in me, and
talking with her made me feel very good about myself, indeed.
Janet, I soon learned, had descended from a very long line of a rather
wealthy family. I do not know why she told it to me, but I also
learned that when she turns twenty-one, if she is married that is, she
will come into the ownership of a rather large trust fund.
In the mean time however, she had no financial worries. She told me
that she received monthly checks that were more than adequate to cover
her living expenses. She was studying graphic arts, as she hoped one
day to become a successful fashion designer. She chosen to go to this
college, because this is where her mother and her grandmother
graduated from.
She told me that her parents had died in a plane crash when she
was only five years old. She did not remember them very well. So she'd
been raised by her closest relatives. She did confide though that she
had never really felt like she was connected to the family though,
even though she had always been treated well.
Apparently, her uncle, who was also the executor of her parent's
estate, had taken the insurance money and trust funds that they had
owned, and had turned them into a respectfully sized little fortune
for her. That was the trust fund that she was going to inherit.
Ruefully, she confessed and reiterated that she would only be able to
get it, if she was a married woman, by the age of twenty-one. So, she
had a bit more time to look for her dream boat prince Charming. I
commented that that arrangement seemed kind of archaic, and she did
not disagree with me. But, none the less, those were the conditions of
the will.
As she was only eighteen, and as she was a real knock in the looks
department, there did not seem to be anything to worry about. I told
her how I felt, and she thanked me with a very sweet smile. I blushed.
She went on to tell me that if she were not married, all the assets of
the fund were to purchase a life time annuity for her. She really was
not too keen on the idea of a life time pension as opposed to a large
chunk of cash that she would have the freedom to invest at her own
discretion. I could not say that I blamed her either.
Over the next couple of weeks, Janet and I became very good
friends. The only problem that I had was when I saw her walking around
the apartment in her scanty and very pretty lingerie. I somehow got
the Idea that she liked parading herself in her lingerie in front of a
boy. I had an almost constant erection. It was not just that she wore
such pretty lingerie, it was that what she did wear was so very ultra
sexy and feminine too.
I was also able to manage getting a part time job in a grocery
store. stocking shelves for three hours a night. I knew that I had
enough money to get through the first year, but I had been worried
about having enough. Now, this job would give me enough that I would
be able, if I was careful, and worked through the summer, to pay for
the next year's tuition without too much strain as well, and have a
small cushion to depend on.
Things looked like they were going very well. I found that I did
not like computer sciences the way that I thought I would. I did
decided to stick it out however, at least for the first semester.
Janet knew that I was disappointed in my choice of courses, and
she managed, somehow to talk me Into going into her graphics design
course for the coming semester. From the things I had seen her doing
around the apartment, I thought that I might like to try that. I was
not as creative as she was, but I learned from her, and we decided
that I would be able to do it somewhat successfully.
We settled into a routine. With my working at night and slightly
different hours for our courses, we actually hardly ever saw each
other. I always knew that she was around though.
Since I had agreed to do all the house work, I was constantly
picking her clothes up from almost anywhere in the apartment. I got
used to the idea that I was living with a beautiful slob. I was not
going to complain though, as the deal that I had was too good to pass
up.
I would pick up all of her things, daily and once a week, I would do
our laundries together. This I did not mind. I got to really enjoy
doing her things for her. When I did do her laundry, I always folded
her clothes, after ironing what usually needed ironing, and left them
in neat little piles on her bed for her. I often wondered what she
thought about when she would come home and see her pretty lingerie
neatly folded, awaiting her.
I must confess that handling these beautiful clothes of this very
beautiful girl, and having seen how they all fit her, caused me some
personal problems. I was finding that more and more, I was enjoying
ironing her clothes, and folding her pretty and ultra soft lingerie
into the neat little piles that I would place on her bed. I loved the
feel of her soft silken under things. I liked the delicate smells of
them.
I had my mind's eye overly filled with my memories of how
delightfully sensuous she had looked while she'd been wearing the
various things that I would lovingly fold up for her. Janet had become
so comfortable with me that she hardly ever wore anything but her
lingerie around the apartment now.
I couldn't do that, as she would very quickly find out that I had a
hard on for her, nearly all the time. From our first conversation, I
knew only too well, that if she suspected the reactions that I was
having to seeing her like that, that it would cause a serious problem.
l knew that I could never let her find out how I was feeling. So, I
kept it hidden from her.
But I also felt more and more strongly, that she was teasing me all
the time.
Everything was going along super well between us, that is right up
till a week before Halloween.
Chapter Two
By the time that mid October had rolled around, we had actually
settled into a life style that was agreeable to the both of us. We
liked each other immensely. We got along well, when we did see each
other. With me working at night, and her having odd hours for many of
her classes, we actually only got to see each other on the weekends.
But it was a comfortable relationship and it worked out well for us.
But, the weekend before Halloween began a total change of life style for me, though at the time, I would never have guessed what was coming down the road for me.
I remember it ever so clearly. It was a Saturday morning. We'd
both just finished our mid term exams, and we were beat. We needed
some R&R. We were just sitting around, gainfully employed in watching
all the types of entertainment that can be had on the Saturday
mornings television shows.
"So... Terry. What are you going to go dressed as, to the Pub Bash
next Friday night?'
"Well, actually Jan, I really wasn't planning on going. I really
don't like too much of that social type of thing. I am more of a home
body I guess. I was sort of just planning on staying at home. Besides,
I sure don't have enough money to start wasting it on renting a
costume for a night of partying that I really don't want to go to
anyway."
"Oh... Man..? I just can not believe what I am hearing. You have
been busting your butt for weeks now, man. You've got to take a break.
If you don't take some time off, you're going to just blow up one day,
don't you know. Ain't you ever heard that 'All work and no play makes
Johnny a very dull boy?'"
"Yeah... Well... I don't really go for that kind of thing, you
know? I have never been one for going to parties and stuff like that.
I don't like all the noise and the confusion and all. Besides that, I
really do not want to spend any money on renting a costume. There is
talk at the store of a possible layoff, and so I want to hang on to
all the money that I've got, just in case. You never know what might
happen."
"That is your reason for not going? You won't go because you don't
want to spend the money for a lousy costume?"
It seemed funny to me, but Janet seemed to be angry about that. Of
course, she was not used to ever being short of money either, so she
really could not identify with the uncertainty that I had to deal
with, could she?
"Wcll... Yeah... Basically, I guess you could say that."
'Well, what if I got you a costume, absolutely free of charge,
would you go to the bash with me, then?"
"Hey, I really don't like that kind of thing, Jan. I do not fit in
well at parties."
"I think that you better take a break, and that is the simplest
way of doing it. They say variety is the spice of life. You need a
change, Terry. I want you to go to that party with me."
"Awww... you sound just like my mother, Janet. You really do, you
know."
'Well, maybe she knew something that you don't, eh? I want you to
promise me that you will go to the party with me, if I get you a
costume. Okay?"
"Hey, I do not need any kind of charity, you know? I will not let
you spend your money on a costume for me. If I really wanted go to the
party, I would get my own costume, okay?"
"I promise you that I will not spend one red cent on your costume.
Will you go with me, under those circumstances?"
"You aren't going to let me alone about this are you, Jan?"
"No. You need to get out. I need a break too. I do not like going to
these things all alone, because a girl alone gets hit on by every jerk
on campus. It is horrible. You can not imagine what it is like, if you
are a girl alone at one of these things. So, you know, you would be
also doing me a big favour if you go with me, you know?"
"And I will not have to spend any money on a costume, and you will
not spend any money on a costume for me promise that?"
"Absolutely."
'Well, if it means that much to you, I can go along with it for one
night, I guess."
"Great. You have made me one very happy girl, Terry. Thank you."
"So, what will we do for costumes if we are not going to spend any
money renting them?"
'That is the easiest part, Terry. The idea is too simple to believe.
We will just go to the party, as each other."
'What?" I could not believe what I had thought that I had heard her
say.
"Yeah. I will get dressed up in that tan suit of yours, the one that I
like so much on you, and you will get all dressed up in one of my old
prom gowns We can go to the party, as each other, as each other's
date."
"You are kidding me... Right?'
"No siree, I kid you not. It's a fabulous idea and it will not
cost you a red cent, just like I promised you."
"You... You want to wear my clothes?"
"Yeppur..."
"And you want for me to wear your clothes?"
"That Is the general idea. I think it is a great solution to your
problem. Besides, you know that old saying, 'Walk a mile in my shoes'?
Well, maybe you will have more appreciation for me if you spend a
night in my shoes. And, it will not cost us one cent, except for what
we spend at the Bash."
"This is unbelievable."
"You got a problem with wearing my clothes, and letting me wear yours,
Terry?"
"Well, It s not exactly a normal thing for a guy to get dressed up in
his room mate's prom gown, now is it?"
"Hey, It's for Halloween. Guys do that sort of thing all the time at
Halloween. Besides that, I have a sneaky suspicion that you would
really like to try wearing some of my pretty clothes."
"Eh?" My head shot up and I stared at her. What was she trying to say
to me?
"You think I do not notice the look in your eye when I see you doing
my laundry? You know, you don t fold my panties and the other clothes
like you were just folding them to put them away. Oh no. You look more
like you are thankful for me letting you do it. You like the feel and
the ultra softness and the sexiness of my clothes, especially my under
wear. I also think that you would secretly like to know what it feels
like, to wear some of them."
I was so ashamed. My face burned with the shame I was feeling. Her
words were opening me up inside. I had not actually thought the
thoughts myself, but when she said those words, I knew that a part of
me, very deep down inside wanted to do exactly what she had just said.
1 looked at the floor, and wished that a crack would open up that I
could crawl into and disappear from sight.
I knew what people thought of fairies. I did not want to be a
fairy. In my mind, being a fairy was one of the lowest things on the
earth. Everyone that I knew thought so to. But, I knew her words were
true. I had that strange perverse desire in me. I did not know how it
had gotten there, but I was not going to try and fool myself into
thinking that it was not in me. It was. It was also a strong desire,
now.
A part of me really did want to put on her clothes, and swish
about in them... Pretending like I was really a sexy little girl, like
Janet was. A part of me wished that I could look as sexy and that I
could be as feminine as she looked. Her words made it a reality to me.
I knew all the sordid dirty little jokes about the kinds of boys
who wore girl's clothes, and I cringed inside. I had just discovered
that I was really one of those kind of guys too. I felt so ashamed of
my inner feelings. And worse, that this girl whom I had admired and
ljusted after for the last two months, was the one who let me know
what was really going on inside of me. I wanted to cry almost as much
as I wanted to leap for joy at the good fortune that had befallen me.
Dear sensitive Janet, must have sensed the turmoil that was
tearing at my psyche. She rose from her chair and came over to sit
beside me on the couch She put her hand under my chin and raised my
head, making me look straight into her beautiful eyes.
"Hey... I happen to really like that about you. You want to know
the real reason why I let you even move into this apartment, that
first night that you showed up here? It was because, when I first
opened the door, I thought that you were a cute girl. It was only when
you started talking that I realised that you were really a guy, you
know. I found that it was fascinating to know a guy that I had thought
was a girl, at first glance. It Intrigued me.
You know what, I even tried to see If you were a fairy that
night. Do you remember that I said that if you lived here with me,
that you would have to be like a girl and not like a guy? Well, you
did not get all flustered or anything about that. That was my first
clue that you were not like those macho characters that we let loose
on our city streets.
You accepted that idea, so I began to hope that just maybe you might
really be a transvestite, after all. I did not see any macho types of
reaction in you, so that was why I also went a bit further, and I
stipulated that you would have to do all the laundry and do the
housework.
Doing the laundry and the housework is what the girl always does, in a
domestic situation, and yet you agreed to do it. I was amazed. I could
hardly believe my good luck. You reacted to those stipulations just
like it was part of your nature or something, to accept the feminine
role with me. You ca not believe how excited that you made me when you
accepted all of that as a condition of your living here with me. I can
not tell you how much I really liked that about you.
But later on, when I began to notice the way you would handle my
clothes, especially my pretty lingerie, well I just knew that that you
were a transvestite. You just had not realised it yet, about yourself.
I have been waiting for weeks now, to find some kind of reasonable
excuse, to get you to get dressed up in some of my clothes.
Maybe I am a pervert or something Terry, but I get really get turned
on by the idea of seeing you all dressed up in my clothes, with pretty
makeup on your face, and seeing you mince around and acting as though
you were really a girl. It turns my crank...
You may not believe this, Terry, but once In a while, I fantasise
about you, before I go to sleep at night. I masturbate to while I am
thinking about how pretty you would be as a girl. And, Terry, in every
one of those fantasies, I am dressed up in your clothes, and you are
wearing a pretty dress.
In the fantasies, I am the guy, and I am seducing you, and you always
act just like the girl should act. I get so horny thinking about you
like that, you know?
I was forced to look at her eyes. She was very sincere, and her
eyes were clear. I could tell that she means exactly what she is
saying to me. My heart was beating wildly and my hands were trembling.
I had something that really hurt, a kind of a lump or something in my
throat. This girl really does want me to get dressed up in her
clothes. And she wants for me to behave like a girl. I shuddered. The
thought was so blissful. It was intoxicating.
"So... What do you say Terry? You want to try doing it? Oh, come
on, I know you want to do it. Don't woos out on me now."
"Now? The moment the word was out of my mouth, I felt foolish. I
knew that she had meant next week.
She looked deeply into my eyes for a long minute. I could see
that was thinking. "Yeah, right now. I want to see you do it right
now, honey. Please?"
"You really want me to? It's so... So... So perverse, Janet...
It's..."
Janet leaned over and kissed my lips lightly. I felt like I was
suddenly on a pink cloud of bliss. I had dreamed of having her kiss
me, and now she had actually done it. I melted inside. I was going to
do anything that this lovely creature asked me to do for her. I was
smitten, and I knew it.
Just go and do it. You go to the bathroom and take a shower. And
do not forget to shave. all over your body. I do not want any hairy
male thing in my pretty clothes. After you get rid of all that ugly
hair, take a bubble bath. There is no sense in doing this, if you are
not going to do it all the way, right? While you are doing that, I
will lay out some clothes for you. When you are all dressed, call me
and I will show you how to do your makeup, okay?"
Dumfounded and nearly stupefied, I slowly rose to my feet, from
the couch and made my way to the bath room. I really did not believe
that I was going to do this. But, I knew I wanted to. I knew that
Janet wanted me to. I had not the will to resist this perverse
temptation that I was faced with. I was being driven b a deep desire
that seemed stronger then my own will. I wanted to please her.
Shaving one's body hair off, even if it is very light like mine
is, is no picnic, I'll tell you. It took a couple of nicks under my
arms to teach me how to use the little delicate pink razor that Janet
used. I usually used an electric razor, but it is not a good idea to
use one of those in the shower. Because I was being so very careful
not to hurt myself, it took nearly half an hour just to shave. But I
had never felt so clean before, either.
Then came a really unexpected sensation. I ran the tub full of
hot water, and followed the directions on the bottle for adding the
bath oil, then I climbed into the blue frothy bubble covered water.
The scent of delicate wild flowers filled the air.
When I settled into the tub, and began to feel the sensation of
the oily water on my hairless skin, I knew that I would only take
bubble baths from then on. It was no wonder to me at all that women
were portrayed as enjoying long bubble baths. I could understand why,
now.
But what really amazed me, was the feel of my legs as they rubbed
together the bath water. This could only be described as sensuous. It
was wonderful sensation. And I enjoyed it immensely. This whole
experience was terribly exiting to me.
Unbidden, I had a very painful erection. I was overwhelmed by the
combination of the sensuousness of the bath water on my hairless skin,
and he knowledge that in a very short time, that I was going to be
wearing a pretty girl s intimate lingerie and one of her beautiful
dresses. For the first time in my life, my emotions were just too much
for me. My hands groped under the surface of the water, and my mind
filled up with fantasies of what it would be like, to go to school
while I was wearing one of Janet's dresses, and looking like a real
girl co-ed.
I exploded in a fashion that I would not have believed was
possible. I had masturbated many times in my life. After all, a guy
that is as small as I am does not really attract a lot of attention
from girls. But, never had I ever felt so sexually alive as I did at
that moment. I was acutely aware that the reason for my sexual
excitement was the knowledge that I was going to dress myself up in
beautiful Janet's clothes, in just a few minutes.
It was such an intense orgasm, that when it was over, all I could
do was to lie in the hot water, breathing heavily, waiting for my
strength to come back to me. I was blissfully relaxed, on a pink cloud
of ecstasy. I had never felt so emotionally drained in my life, and it
felt wonderful. It was like the idea of wearing her clothes was making
me alive in ways that I had never dreamed were possible.
After another ten minutes had passed, I pulled the plug and forced
myself to get out of that tub. It was so delightful that I just wanted
to keep running the hot water in, and stay there. But, there was
something else in store for me to try that day, and I wanted to
experience it.
I blushed at my own feelings, ashamed of the knowledge. But, I really
did want to see what It was going to be like, to be dressed up as a
girl, in a pretty girl's clothes. I wanted to know if I could look
pretty too. I wanted to know what being pretty would fed like.
I knew that I was a guy. I knew that I should be ashamed of my
feelings. Even though I knew all these things, still I found that deep
inside of me, there was a desire to be as girlish as it would be
possible to be. I was amazed that I truly wanted to know what It would
feel like to act like a girl acts, and have everyone treat me like I
was really a girl. The whole idea excited some very deep emotions that
were soon going to be rampantly out of control. Yet, I no longer
wanted to control them. I wanted to be free, free to feel and to be
alive to those feelings, even if they were girlish in nature.
My hands were shaking with my nervousness. I desperately hoped
that Janet would not hate me when she found out how much I wanted to
do this thing. I knew that I was hating myself for wanting to do it. I
kew that every guy I knew, had jokes about fairies. The one that had
stuck in my mind came back to haunt me with a vivid sense of personal
humiliation.
I had told this story to my friends many times, and I had always
gotten lots and lots of laughs from them about it. Now my words were
coming back to haunt me. The joke filled my mind at that moment, and I
was ashamed of my feelings.
It went like this. Two guys were talking in a high school gym locker
room, after a phys-ed class. One said, "Hey, you hear about the new
kid on the other school's wrestling team?"
"No, what's so special about him?"
"Well they say he is almost the smallest guy in the school. And
they also say that he only wears girl's underwear under his clothes.
But they say that no one can beat him, not even the biggest guys. He's
got a special hold he uses."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"He puts a lip lock on the love muscle, and no one wants to break
it, to stop him from using it, so, they always get pinned. He wins
every match."
That joke was always followed by lots of laughs.
But, with a sudden shock of reality, I stopped cold in my tracks. I
was towelling myself off, when all of a sudden a new thought occurred
to me. Guys who wore girls clothes were considered to be weird, just
like the guy in the joke. Well, they were not just considered to be
weird. They were considered to be fairies, effeminated sissy cock
suckers.
How would I turn out? Would I end up wanting to dress up like a girl,
and let guys take me out on dates, like a regular girl does? And would
I kiss them and let them touch me the way that boys touch a girl?
Would I ever... Would I ever want to suck a guy?
I hoped not. I did not want to be gay, but I could not deny the simple
fact that I was coming to love my new feminine feelings.
Worse, would I be just like the guy in that old joke, and... My
mind nearly went blank. I suddenly pictured myself wearing a dress,
kneeling down in front of a real boy, and... And sucking his cock. I
felt feint. I did not want that to happen to me.
But also, I knew that I could not stop myself from 'wanting' to go
into Janet's room, and 'wanting' to put on some of her clothes. I just
did not want to stop myself from becoming a girl for a little while. I
just did not, and that realisation scared me. I was terrified to know,
that even if it meant that people thought I was gay, I still wanted to
become a girl for a little while.
These upsetting thoughts quelled the inner emotional excitement that
was raging in my psyche to a degree. Yet they did not stop it. I could
hardly wait to pull a pair of silky panties up my legs. I wondered
what wearing a pair of women's nylons was going to feel like. I
wondered if I would be able to walk in high heeled shoes like all the
other girls did.
I struggled valiantly with myself to put these thoughts out of my
mind. I sighed. I knew only too well what the answer was. The only way
to find out, was to go and do it, as Janet had said earlier. I removed
the bathing cap from my hair, and let my hair fall to my shoulders.
For the first time in my life, I was really glad that I had let It
grow so long, just like any girl grows her hair. It had never occurred
to me before that my hair was as long as any pretty girl's might be.
It was just the popular style, that was all. But I could not deny the
reality of it now.
I finished towelling myself off, then stood for a long minute in
front of the bath room door. The only robe in the bath room, was one
of Janet's, hanging on a hook on the door. I had not thought to bring
my own robe in with me. I wondered if my oversight might have been
subconsciously deliberate. I reached out for It. My hand was really
shaking as I reached for the very feminine intimate apparel. I was
scared.
This was taking a lot of guts for me to do. I had never thought that
it would take courage for a boy to effeminate himself, but it did,
lots of courage to.
I slid the delicate ultra soft pink material, slowly up my arms,
and I wrapped it tightly around my body, and tied the satin sash in a
big bow over my tummy. I felt so very strange. For the first time in
my life, I was wearing absolutely nothing but a pretty girl's
clothing.
The nearly floor length soft material swished softly and sensuously
with a soft delicate whisper, across my hairless legs. I had a pang of
desire that was unfamiliar to me. It made me wish that it was normal
for me to be able and to be expected to wear things like this.
I sighed. It was no wonder to me any more, that Janet wore this robe
so much as she did, around the apartment. It felt so fabulously soft
on my hairless skin. If I had the choice to wear such luxurious
softness all the time, I would do it too.
I had to pull my long hair out of the collar, just exactly the same as
I had seen Jan do many times before. I felt strange knowing that I was
doing exactly the same things that that pretty young woman, with whom
I'd become smitten, did as a normal part of her every day life. And I
was doing them, while I was wearing her clothes.
I envied Janet for being a real girl, and for being expected to wear
things like this all the time. Girls were so lucky, it seemed to me.
It was hard for me to believe that I was envying a girl just because
she was a girl. All my friends, though most would never admit it,
thought girls were kind of second class citizens, in a way. We always
made fun of their cutesy feminine ways.
Now I found that I was envying a petty girl and I was envying her for
what I had always poked fun at girls about before. It was hard to
believe, but I was. I might as well admit it to myself. I envied her
for being a female. I envied her because it was expected of her to
wear things like this pretty robe.
Yet, I would be greatly ridiculed, if anyone ever found out that I was
wearing it. These strange new and powerful feelings were causing me
such confusion. I could not possible want to be a girl, and be just
like Janet, could I? How could that be?
I sighed, consigning these curious thoughts and feelings to the
back burners of my troubled mind, for the moment. It was too much for
me to try and think out. Then, with a force of sheer will power, I
made myself reach out and to turn the door knob. Because I was
determined, that doing this thing, was something I was going to do,
period.
I stepped out of the hot moist atmosphere of the bath room. The cooler
air seemed to somehow make me even more aware of the sensuality of the
woman's elegant dressing gown that I was wearing. I felt the soft
satin fringes on the tops of my feet and caressing my ankles.
I glanced into the living room. Janet was seated on the couch with her
shapely legs pulled up and tucked under her skirt. She was once again
reading a text book. She glanced up at me when she sensed my presence.
When she noted what I had on, she smiled warmly.
"I laid out some really pretty lingerie for you to put on, and I
chose one of my all time favourite dresses for you. I want you to wear
it today. They are laid out on my bed. You should not have any trouble
putting the girl's clothes on, but If you do run into problems, call
me. We are not going to go out or anything like that, so you do not
need to wear a corset tonight. Oh... And don't forget to put on my
deodorant, okay? Then she went back to her book, as though what she
had just said was a pretty normal thing to say to a guy.
I steeled myself, glad that she had not raised a stink about me
wearing her peignoir, and walked down the hall way and into her room.
I was determined that I was going to find out what it really felt like
to dress up as a girl. More than that though, I wanted to know what it
felt like, to feel like I was being a real girl, and to do all the
kinds of things that real girls do, all the time. I was excited, and a
bulge was growing in the front of the lovely gown I was wearing. I had
never been so ashamed of my inner desires in my life, as I was that
day. I was voluntarily effeminating myself.
I could hardly believe it, but the softness of the gown caressing my
body was more than enough confirmation to me. I had never felt so
alive in my life. This was the most exciting thing that I had ever
done.
Chapter Three
Standing there, nearly naked, in Janet's very feminine bed room, all
alone, made me feel very small and strangely vulnerable. I could
almost sense the overwhelming presence of her feminine personality in
the room. This room was decidedly, the room of a feminine and elegant
young woman. I felt out of place in it, like a bull in a china shop. I
did not belong there, yet there I was, naked.
I looked over to the bed. Neatly laid out was the clothing she
wanted for me to wear. At the foot of the bed, was a pair or beige
coloured, seamless nylon stockings, and a waist cincher in a sky blue
satin, with white lace trim. The garters straps were also blue with
white lace trim. I wondered why she had put that out for me, if as she
had said earlier, I would not need to wear a corset?
Beside these delicate looking items, lay a pair of bright lemon yellow
coloured satin panties with delicate white lace trimming. A matching
lace trimmed satin bra with a camisole and half slip were also there.
In the satin cups of the bra, were what looked like a pair of girl's
breasts. Next to the pretty lingerie was laid out a pale pink satin
dress.
Looking back on things now, I realise that the false breasts should
have tipped me off that this might have been a contrived situation
that I was finding myself in. After all, why would a girl who looked
like Jan looked, happen to have a pair of life-like false breasts on
hand? But, It did not occur to me to question her about it, at that
point.
I had seen Janet wearing this beautiful dress before. And she was
a knockout in it. It had sleeves that went down to the elbows,
decorated at the cuffs with tiny satin bows, just below her elbows. It
had a high neckline, that almost looked Victorian which was trimmed
with a froth of very delicate pink lace that seemed to cascade out
from under her chin.
I soon discovered that the dress had to be zippered up the back.
The pink satin skirt was full and would seem to billow out around her
thighs and knees as she walked. On Janet, the hem went to about mid
knee length.
I had always admired how she looked, and the dress, when on her,
when ever she had worn It. I wondered... Dare I say it... I sort of
hoped that it might look just as good on me as it did on her.
The waist was accentuated by a wide white leather belt. Beside the
dress was a pair of darker pink coloured high heeled shoes. The shoes
were very feminine looking, with open toes and three inch delicate
thin high heels. Beside the shoes was a matching leather purse, a
really humongous looking thing, with a long wide shoulder strap.
After spending a few minutes of just staring, taking it all in, I
remembered her admonitions. I walked over to Janet's vanity desk, and
picked up her Soft & Dry deodorant. I had never thought that I would
be using a girl's Soft & Dry. I smiled at myself, knowing that Janet
had rolled some on, just like I was doing. While doing as the girl had
done, I noted then that Janet had draped a towel over the vanity's
mirror.
Then, I slowly made my way back to the bed and stared at the clothing.
I'd been around girl's clothes, and working with them almost all of my
life. I had never before, though, wanted to wear them. Now, I was
going to put the lovely things on, because I wanted to.
That was what amazed me. I really wanted to feel what it was like to
actually wear these feminine things. I also admitted to myself that it
was also mostly it was because of the feminine girl who really owned
them, and had worn them before me.
Something from deep down inside of me, made me realise that I wanted
me to be just like her, just like the beautiful elegant young lady
that was sitting in the living room, while I was in her bed room, and
about to be putting on her intimate apparel. This perverse and
unnatural desire was so strong in me that it scared me. But, it did
not take away the sense of delightful naughtiness about betraying my
boy hood, that was making itself known to me either. I wanted to
become a girl, just like her.
The first thing that I did was to pick up the waist cincher. I
gently and tentatively wrapped It around my waist and tugged at it,
till I could fasten the eye and hooks at the small of my back. The
satin was ever so soft and cool to the touch. But I was also very well
aware that I could feel the stiff and unforgiving boning in the
corseting too. It was tight, very tight, and it took nearly four
inches off my already slender waist line. I was certain that I now had
a girlish contouring to my shape.
Then I sat on the bed and picked up one of the nylon stockings. As
I'd seen my mother and my sisters do ever so many times in the past, I
began to roll it so that it was all crumpled up, hanging from my
thumbs and index fingers. I carefully inserted my right foot's toes,
and very gently worked the delicate material so that it was smoothed
out over the surface of my hairless feminine looking leg.
The feel of the sensuous material on my smooth soft skin nearly drove
me wild. I soon had another engorged erection. I had never even
dreamed that wearing nylons could feel like that. I knew, no matter
what might come, that this was not the last time that I would be
wearing women's nylon stockings.
Carefully, I attached the tops of the nylons to the delicate
shirred garter tabs. Then I repeated the process for the other
stocking as well. I had to admit to myself that I adored the way my
shapely legs looked in the sexy nylon stockings. When I stood up
though, I was really delightfully amazed at the feel of the newly
discovered tautness that caressed my legs. I had never felt anything
like that before, and I was half convinced that I wanted to feel it
again and again and again. Geeze, it was no wonder that women loved
their clothing so much, if it all felt as nice as the nylons did.
I reached over for the panties. I felt kind of guilty about
betraying my boy hood, as I thought of them as being my very first
pair of girl's panties. I held the satin brief style panties up in
front of me, to see which was the front side, then I bent over to pull
them on There was a delicate whisper as the soft cool satin was pulled
up over my nyloned legs.
When I felt the sensuousness of the delicate, soft, cool satin on my
skin, I once again relived all the envy that I had felt in the bath
room. I wished desperately that I too was allowed to wear under wear
like this all day long. Maybe Jan might let me wear some, some time? I
giggled to myself as my mind phrased the wording, 'she would if I was
a good little girl'.
I let the lacy panty waist go to lightly encircle my effeminated
waist, and saw the big bulge that my erection made in the front of the
girl's panties. For a fleeting moment, I wished that I did not have a
cock. It looked so obscene the way that it made the lovely feminine
material bulge out.
The soft satin was brushing the delicate underside of my cock, and, I
nearly creamed all over, inside of the girl's panties I was wearing. I
was not supposed to feel so turned on.... This was wrong... But, I
felt like this.... It took all of the will power that I had not to
reach down and grasp myself tightly and grinding that most intimate
girl material into my effeminated boy's cock. Just knowing that it was
an effeminated cock seemed to some how add to the excitement of the
moment to.
This was a very strange day indeed.
I slid the lacy elastic shoulder straps of the bra over my
shoulders and had to carefully reach around behind me to do up the two
eyes and hooks. A bra.... I was now, a boy in a bra and panties. Then
I picked up what I soon learned were gel filled false breasts. I put
them into the satin bra cups, and immediately sensed the weight of
them pulling at my bra straps. I loved the feel of it. They jiggled
just like a real girl's breasts would jiggle. I found myself wondering
what it would feel like to have real ones on my chest. I was surprised
that I even considered the kind of thought, yet I had.
What was happening to me?
I slid the silky feeling half slip up my legs and let go of the
dainty elastic waist band. The slip's skirt was full and did a great
deal to hide the ungainly thing in my panties. Then I raised the lacy
bodiced camisole over my head and let the delicate garment I slip down
over my head. I felt the total effemination of girl hood descending,
enveloping my psyche, as the ultra feminine garment came down over my
head.
It hung from my shoulders by two satin strings. I loved the way it
naturally curved itself to form fit around my newly acquired breasts.
The bra was tight enough that it squeezed my chest a bit with the
effect that it made it look a bit like I had real cleavage. I was
ecstatic. I did not want to be, but I was.
Something that I had not expected, that delighted me to no end,
was a strange and sudden realisation that I was wearing the very same
things that Janet wore all the time, as part of her normal every day
life style. I felt like I could understand her better. I felt like I
might even be able to feel some of her feelings. I felt that somehow
that I had become strangely and most intimately connected with her
now. I loved this awareness. I loved sensing the new "girl" feelings
that my new awareness told me that Janet shared with all other women.
I carefully stepped into the high heels that I was going to wear
for this experiment. The immediate feel of the high instep, pushing up
against my arches made me feel strangely secure. I knew that if her
shoes would fit me, that I might very well have pretty feet too. Janet
had small feet, and I thought they were very pretty. I was ecstatic
over the fact that my feet were small enough to wear her shoes. I
loved the feel of these shoes. It on took a few moments, and I was
walking on them as though I had worn high heels every day of my life.
I did not choose to note the fact that in order to walk in them and to
keep my balance, I had naturally started to take small mincing
feminine steps, that made me walk like any other sexy girl walks.
The only thing left for me to do then was to put 'my' dress on. I
reached out for the hem of the dress, and I raised it up to my
shoulders. I reached inside and worked the sleeves up over my arms,
then raised the dress up over my head.
Expectantly, and nearly breathless, I looked up into the inside of
the dress. This was a sight that only girls or other fairy guys like
me ever got to see. I blushed. I knew that I should not be seeing a
dress from this perspective, and yet it excited me to know that I was
doing so.
With a deep sigh of resignation to my impending effemination, I slowly
allowed the hem to descend down over my head, down over my shoulders,
down, down till the shoulders were past my neck. As my (first?) dress
came down over my head to settle on my shoulders, like it was designed
to do for a woman, I felt as though I were somehow being enveloped in
complete femininity.
I loved the intimate feeling of doing what Jan does with the same
clothes. I was doing the intimate things that that pretty and very
sexy girl in the living room does every day of her life. I felt
strangely, as though I were privileged. The certain knowledge that I
was now wearing a dress that had made Jan look fantastic and not just
wearing her dress but I was also wearing her intimate under wear too,
nearly caused me to explode again in the lovely panties that I was
wearing. I loved the girlishness of what I was doing. Again, I envied
her for being a real girl, and for having the right to wear these
things all day long for her entire life. I did not have the right to
wear such pretty garments. I knew with a start, that if is was somehow
possible for us to do so, I would willingly give up my boy hood, to
assume her lovely girl hood. I was ashamed of this desire, but it was
very strong.
With some difficulty, I reached behind me and managed to do the
zipper up, all the way to the back of my neck. I discovered that there
was a little clasp there as well, at the top of the zipper. I smoothed
the pretty dress down, over my front and over my bum. The soft clingy
satin drape emphasised my breast' curvatures in a most embarrassing
way. There was no way to hide them. I reached for the dress's belt and
secured it on.
I stood there, quiet for a very long moment. I could not believe
that I was actually standing in Janet's room, and that I was wearing
one of her pretty dresses. I could hear her speaking to me from the
living room. I looked down at the way the dress's skirt which flared
out from my waist, and seemed to float all around me. I could see the
tips of the pointed toes of my shoes. I was acutely aware that I was
wearing almost nothing but satin, and all of it was made to be worn by
real girls, not boys. I was wearing high heels, like a lady wears.
Fortunately, the skirt flared out enough to hide the painful bulge
that would not go away from the front of my panties.
From somewhere very deep inside of me, a bubble started to rise to
the surface of my psyche. The bubble, I sensed, was the rising reality
of a new and definitely, a girl's personality. As she rose to the
surface, I loved the way she made me feel. I had never felt such a
complete sense of peace in my entire life. I had never felt like I
loved myself the way that I loved this newly emerging girl, who was
manifesting herself, from within me. I felt like my spirit was
soaring. I felt such a strange sense of peace, and completeness, as
though I was a whole personality for the very first time in my life. I
felt free, at last.
"Hey, in there... Do you have 'your' dress on yet?"
"Yeah..." I tried to answer, but my voice broke. I forced myself
to speak louder. 'Yes, Janet. I have it on now."
"Okay sweetie, I'll be there in a minute. Just keep your panties
on." I heard her giggling.
I had heard girls say that kind of thing to one another lots of
time in the past. It seemed so very strange to hear it being said to
me though, especially since I was indeed wearing girl's panties. That
thought astounded me. I rubbed the front and the sides of my dress. I
could feel my panty lines. This I knew, was exactly what a girl feels
if she rubs herself just like this. Yes, I was indeed wearing girl's
panties. I felt free.
Janet entered the room at that moment. I knew that she could read the
expression on my face.
I looked up at her, expecting her to ridicule me. Earnestly, I
searched her face for clues as to what she was really feeling about
seeing me wearing her clothes. I feared that she would make fun of me
for doing what she herself had wanted me to do. I was prepared for her
to laugh at me for being such a sissy fairy, because I would allow her
to influence me to dress myself up in her clothes, without duress or
coercion.
I was ashamed. I had never felt so weak and vulnerable in my life, as
I stood there, letting this girl whom I'd been ljusting after, see
what I looked like while I was wearing her clothes. If she called me
names, she'd be right.
What I saw in her eyes though was interest. It was not interest
because I was a boy and I was in her clothes. It was the kind of
interest you would expect to see in a seamstress's eyes, when you went
in for a fitting. She walked slowly around me, not really looking at
me, but examining how her clothes were fitting me.
At last, she walked back around and stood right in front of me.
She looked at my face, examining it in careful detail. I did not know
what she was looking for, and I feared she did not like what she was
seeing. I had the strangest desire for her to like what she saw, when
she saw me in her clothing. And after a long moment she smiled and she
spoke to me.
'Well honey, you ain't no raving beauty queen, no sir. But I do
believe that you can be one very attractive looking young lady, with
the right make-up. Fortunately we are both summer complexions, so you
can wear all my make-up colours. That also means that all my clothes
are the right colours for you too, should you find that you want to
try them on to again." She giggled at my obvious embarrassment.
"To be quite honest with you, I am surprised at just how well my
clothes do fit you. If I were you, I'd get a cjustom made foundation
garment made, but for now, you look pretty natural in what you have
on. Yes, you look quite good actually, for a boy. Now... Girl, sit
down over here at my vanity, and let's get the real girl you started
on her way out."
She spent the next half hour, not saying anything, but just
putting one thing after another on my face. She worked very intently.
I had no idea of what she was doing. For all I knew, she may be
turning me into a clown. She would not let me see what she was doing.
When she seemed to be at last satisfied with my make-up, she then
started to work on my hair. She trimmed it a bit with her scissors,
and she teased it a lot with her brush. Finally, she placed a hair
band in it.
Next, she clipped some of her pretty dangling earrings onto my ear
lobes, and then she placed rings on my fingers. She snapped a small
silver wrist watch to my left wrist, and a wide white plastic bracelet
onto my right wrist.
She took one more very long examination of what she had done to me,
and smiled. As though she had just remembered something very
important, she made a cute but perplexed little gesture with her face.
Then it was though a light went on behind her eyes, and she smiled at
me. She grabbed for a bottle of pink nail polish. When she was
satisfied with how my finger tips looked, she stood back and looked at
me again.
"You my dear, are now a very, very pretty young woman. Would you
like to see your new self... As the real you, as that little girl that
has been inside of you... All this time?"
"Yea... Yes... I guess so?" My voice was almost cracking with my
nervousness. Janet giggled at that. She must have understood the
strange emotions that were tearing at my psyche.
"Just before we do that, we have to settle one little thing. Since
you are wearing all of my pretty clothes, I want you to use my pretty
name too. My middle name is Beverly. Don't you think that is a pretty
name?"
"Yes. I do think so."
"Yes what? Speak just a wee bit louder, and a wee bit higher than
you normally do, and you will sound just exactly like a real girl
sounds, Beverly."
"Uhhh... Yes, I do think that Beverly is a pretty name... A very
feminine name..."
"Good girl. Now Beverly, I want you to turn slowly towards the
mirror, and close your eyes tightly. Don't open them till I say it's
okay to open them, okay sweetie?"
"Okay Janet," I responded in my newly acquired girlish voice, with
a strangely newly acquired submissiveness to her, that I had not
known in me before.
I did as she had instructed me to. With my eyes closed tightly, I
heard her walking around the room. I heard her go over towards the
closet. I heard the closet door open, then after some scraping like
sounds, and some delicate clicking sounds, she walked back to where I
was still sitting, in front of her vanity.
"Okay honey, now you can open your eyes, Beverly."
I slowly and kind of fearfully opened my eyes looking straight
ahead of me. Janet was standing by the vanity desk's mirror. She
grinned at me, and she moved quickly, whipping the towel off the
mirror.
I was stunned at what I saw there. All I could do was stare at the
very attractive young woman I saw reflected there. She stared back at
me, with a stunned and incredulous look on her face. She was
beautiful. I knew she was me, but it just did not register on my mind
that I could actually look so appealing.
I carefully, slowly examined her head and shoulders. I knew It was
me yet, it did not look like me. Her hair was pulled back at the
sides. and it was fluffed out behind a hair band. She had long curly
bangs, and her hair was fluffed up on the top of her head too, making
it look as though she had masses of hair on her head.
She wore big dangling silver earrings. Her eyes looked much larger
than mine had ever looked, and they were framed by very pretty curled
up, long lashes. Her lips were pouty looking, kind of like a spoiled
girl might look if she were not getting what she wanted to get, and
they were now a bright pink colour.
Her skin looked so very soft and smooth, blemish free, that I wondered
how Janet could ever have gotten that effect. Her cheeks were lightly
rouged, making her look as though she were blushing, in a most pretty
fashion. I could see remnants of my own face, but it was definitely a
young woman's face now.
The mass of hair that was piled up on the top of her head, seemed to
emphasise the sliminess of the pink clad shoulders and the small
delicate looking neck.
"Well, Beverly... Do you like the way you look now?"
"I... I love it... I... I would never have dreamed that I could
look like this. I just can't believe it, you know?"
"Yeah... Well, as far as I am concerned, you look like you should
be kept in dresses for the rest of your life. You look far more
natural now, as a woman, than you ever did as a guy, you know. You are
too damned pretty to be allowed to wear boy's clothes all the time.
Beauty like this was made to be shown off..."
"1... I can't believe it... It's really me?"
"Honey, this is the real you. Hey, I have a full length mirror
over here. Come over here, and see what you really look like, girl."
Strangely, though I was acutely aware the she kept calling me 'girl',
it did not bother me. I knew that it should have, but it didn't. I put
the thought out of my mind. I wanted to enjoy this new thing, without
having to deal with stupid guilt.
I stood before the mirror, after walking in a decidedly feminine
manner in the high heels, still amazed, almost in a dream-like state.
I loved what I was seeing. That girl personality that I was sensing
before burst all over my psyche now.
I knew that I would never again be happy, unless I was able to be this
new woman some of the time. I knew that I would wear women's clothes
over and over and over again. This was how I really wanted to be. If
that meant that I was really a fairy now, after all, well that would
be the price I would have to pay, if I wanted to feel like this again.
I felt to nice to ever want to stop feeling like this.
Janet took my right hand and led me over to the full length
mirror. When I stepped in front of It, I nearly swooned. I saw a young
woman. The reflection was definitely not that of a young man in his
female roommate's clothes.
I was astounded. There I stood, and I was a woman now. I could not
stop that deeply satisfied secret grin that spread itself across my
pretty new feminine face. I liked what I, as a young woman, looked
like when I smiled. I knew that I was pretty, even though not a beauty
queen, as Janet had pointed out earlier. Still, I was not looking in
any way masculine. I looked like a 'she' or a 'her'. Something very
deep started to happen to me, as I looked at myself as a "her" for the
first time in my life.
"So..? You kind of think that you really like being a girl, eh?"
"I... I have never done anything like this before, Janet.... I...
I am so confused... I love what it feels like. I love what I look
like.... I feel so feminine? I feel so pretty..? But I know that I
should not like it, you know?"
She smiled at me in the reflection, and she shocked me as she
reached around in front of me, to grasp the front of my dress. I had
not even been aware of how being dressed in her pretty clothes was
affecting me in that way. I was so ashamed, and ever so humiliated by
the reality of my situation. She made me realise that I had never been
so turned on in my short little life.
"You are pretty honey, and better, you even act in a very feminine
way too. You do not act like a guy in his female room mate's clothes.
You act like a real girl acts, almost as if you were born to really be
a girl, somehow.
Wow honey, you were not kidding when you said that you loved feeling
like a woman, were you? Look at this. I have never seen a guy so hard
before. Wow... You love this stuff... Maybe you secretly have wanted
to be a girl?" She grinned in a way that let me know that if I wanted
to be a girl, that it was quite fine and dandy with her.
I nearly died at the shame of her discovery. There was no way that
I could ever again keep any semblance of masculinity before her. She
knew as well as I knew that I wanted to dress like this all the time.
I wanted to feel womanly, and pretty. There was just no explaining it.
It was just a fact of my life now.
In one sense, my sense of person hood sank into oblivion, as I knew
that she would never again see me as a normal guy. Yet, I knew that I
would spend a lot of my future, wearing dresses and lingerie.
If I was a fairy, then... Well, that is what I was. That was the
simple and basic truth about it. I knew now that I would be willing to
be branded as a fairy, if it meant that I could look and feel the way
I did at that moment. This feeling of being feminine and pretty was
the most wonderful feeling that I had ever had. I wanted to feel it
all the time. "You are acting ever so feminine, Beverly. Listen,
dear, You are making me very, very horny. I have got to do something
about it, or I am going to go nuts. I can not believe how much you
turn me on, when I see you looking and acting like you do right now.
You is one hot foxy lady, Beverly. Come on. Let's get out of here."
'What? Dressed up like this? You want me to go outside like this?"
"Beverly, you and I know that you want to go out and make people
think that you are really a girl, don't we? So, let's stop pretending
about your macho self image, okay? You love being a girl, and no girl
can resist the desire to see if she is attractive to others.
I do not think that you are any different than any other girl at this
moment, Beverly. I know that you want people to think you are a girl,
and treat you like a girl. I just know it, so don't play the macho boy
with me. You just ain't no boy no more, honey. Get used to it.
You go out to the living room and wait for me, and I will only take me
a minute to get myself dressed for going out. Then we'll go downtown
for a bit, and do some window shopping. Maybe, if you are a good girl,
we might even go into some of the stores and you can try on some
pretty dresses, if you see any you would like to try on." She
grinned.
I started for the living room, acutely aware of how the strange
new fabrics felt on my skin, not to mention the design of the clothes.
In the back of my mind, was the certain knowledge of good Janet had
looked when she had worn the same clothes, and that they were now
fitting me as though I had the natural physicality to wear them to.
"Honey, on second thought, since we are just girls here, why not stay
here while I get dressed?"
I blushed furiously as her comment about my femininity sank in, and
sank down to sit on the plush chair in front of the vanity. I blushed
as I realised that I had subconsciously swept my dress out under me as
I sat, like I'd seen my mother and sisters do nearly every day of my
life. I was acting just like I had been a girl an of my life. The
gesture was not wasted on Janet, and she smiled, with a strange kind
of victorious kind of smirk. This confused me, but I had too many new
things to think about, without trying to interpret her facial
expressions to.
I watched as Janet threw on her casual clothes. She rolled on some
of the same feminine deodorant I had just used, then went over to her
bureau. She deftly shimmied out of her panties and bra, giving me a
luscious eye full of her curves.
The she selected fresh lingerie from the drawers where I had placed
her laundry earlier. I watched her drape a slip over her head and let
it fall in a delightful swish of the soft material, and then adjust
the lacy delicate shoulder straps. She smiled at me as she moved the
bodice of her slip, to mould it around her lovely breasts. As I
watched, her getting dressed, just like she would with another girl in
the room, I swelled even more in my panties. Janet pulled on a pair of
pantyhose, then went over to the closet.
She chose a pale blue dress that was sort of similar to the one
that I was wearing. In a moment, she had it on, and asked me to help
her with the zipper. I reached over and raised her zipper to her neck.
I admired the pink nails on the ends of my fingers, contrasting
against the blue of her dress. She stepped into a pair of white
leather pumps.
Next, she asked me to move to the bed, so that she could use 'my'
vanity to do her own make-up. I watched with keen interest as she did
her face with accjustomed expertise. I knew that since she had told me
that her colours were right for me as well, that I would be applying
my own make-up in the same fashion that she did hers.
Soon, she smiled at me through the mirror. She was ready.
She pointed at the purse that I would use, and, without question,
scared silly, I reached for it and pulled it up over my left arm, to
hang from my shoulder. It was surprisingly heavy.
I followed her out through the living room to the closet by the
front door. She handed me a light pink wool coat, and a pair of soft
white leather gloves. I put these on, as she removed a coat and
selected gloves for herself. Once she was ready, she selected a light
grey fedora for me and she positioned it on my head.
I had no more excuses or delaying tactics. It was time. I had to step
outside, clad only in women's clothes. Gawd help me if I did not act
enough like a lady to convince everyone who would see me, that I
really was a girl. Wow, that could be serious... I had to act in a way
so that everyone who saw me believed in my femininity. Being a
convincing girl was going to save my reputation. I felt so weak and so
vulnerable.
Fear assailed every nerve ending in my body. Janet half pushed me
out the door, and made me walk down the steps in front of her. I
nearly fell a couple of times, as my heels would get caught In the
cracks of the stairs. I quickly learned why women looked like the were
walking sort of sideways when they descended stairs. They did it so
they would not break their necks.
The first thing that I became aware of, was how the afternoon sun
felt on my nyloned legs, below my knees to my ankles. The next thing
was that there was a slight breeze that kept teasing its way up and
under my dress hem. I loved the sensation of it.
I also loved walking on the pavement, wearing such delicate shoes. The
soles were so thin that I could feel the grains of sand on the
sidewalk under my feet. I found too, that wearing the high heels made
me sway my hips and move my arms a lot more than normal, just to help
me to maintain my balance. It was not long before I became aware that
I was holding my arms up at my sides, instead of letting them hang
down as I normally did. My hands also hung down, in a decidedly limp
wristed effeminate way, just like I was a real girl. I knew though
that the way I was dressed, no one would think that I was abnormal,
walking in such a swishy way. Jan and I were the only ones who knew
that I was a boy.
Janet saw all of this as it was registering on my face, and she just
smiled warmly with much approval and she uttered little encouragements
for my feminine behaviourism.
I remembered very little from that outing as a girl for the first
time, because I was so terrified all the time. Janet made for the
downtown area and we walked up one side of the main street and down
the other side. She made me go into one store after another. It was a
blurry daze to me.
The only thing that really stuck in my mind was that every one thought
that I was a girl, and, they treated me like I was a girl, which is
quite a bit different from the way guys are treated in stores. I loved
being treated as someone who was cute and who would always need help.
It was a very different perspective on social interactivity, and I
loved it. I felt sort of normal, in a strange way.
Janet bought me some matching panty and bra sets, with matching
camisoles and half slips. She also said that they would not be
complete without some garters and nylons. I asked her why, and all
that she told me was that I needed new under wear. I knew that I
needed new under wear, but I could not see why it would have to be the
silk and lace kind. A secret part of me did make me aware that I was
not going to put them to waste.
Only, the garters that she decided to buy for me, were the kind
that were attached to a white satin, lightly boned corselette,
emphasised with black lace trim. It was very pretty garment for sure,
but I felt foolish knowing that I was a boy and because of that, I
would hardly ever get a chance to wear such a delightful garment.
I felt even funnier knowing that she was not buying these ultra
feminine under things for herself, but she was buying them for me. I
could not help but wonder if that meant she planned to see me wearing
her girl's clothing often in the future. I did not want to admit it,
but a part of me kind of hoped that this was her plan for me.
The lingerie was of a rich satin material and just felt dreamy to
the touch. She asked me if I wanted to try on a dress that she thought
would look pretty on me, but I was too chicken, so I politely declined
her offer. I think that she knew that I wanted to try it on though.
Finally, we stopped at a restaurant to have a light lunch. Janet
would only let me have a salad, as that was a normal midday meal for
any girl who was watching her figure. I tried to remind her that I was
not a girl trying to watch my figure, but she just grinned and told me
that she knew better. I felt it was wise not to contest with her, in
the restaurant.
We did talk a lot though, through our dinner. Janet confessed to me
that she really did like me far better as Beverly than she ever had
has Terry. She made me agree that I would be Beverly most of the time
at home. She told me that I could wear her clothes anytime that I felt
like I wanted to, and that she would get pretty upset if I did not
wear them a lot. She made me promise her that I would wear her clothes
sometimes when we were at home alone. I felt really funny making such
a promise to the pretty young woman, and I blushed. Janet liked my
reaction, and she grinned at me in a most accepting fashion.
I soon realised that Janet was treating me more like I was a real
girl, than as a boy room mate, who was wearing her clothes. She talked
to me about all kinds of things, like how it felt to her when she had
her period and intimate stuff like that. I wished that she would not
talk to me about such personal feminine things like that. But she told
me that she wanted for me to know what it was really like to be a
normal girl, and that meant that I had to talk with her about the
things that real girls talk about to each other.
She recounted to me those very special feelings she had felt the first
time that she had a crush on a boy. She talked about her sensitive
feelings in such a way, that I almost envied her for feeling such
lovely emotions.
She giggled as she told me all about the first time that she had ever
seen a boy's cock. We giggled a great deal during that little story.
It really was quite funny.
I felt very strangely and intimately connected with her in some
way, that was beyond any thing that I had ever felt with a girl
before. When she talked to me like I was another girl, I felt like I
was getting a sense of what sharing her girl hood was really like to
her. It made me feel warm, and very loved. It made me feel like I
somehow belonged with her. I wanted this feeling to last forever. It
was the warmest feeling I had ever had before.
I loved being treated like I was really another girl. I loved
feeling the freedom to have a limp wrist when I moved my hands. It
seemed odd to me that I should think of such a thing as being a
freedom, but it felt that way to me. Strangely, to me, that seemed
like a freedom.
The more that I became aware that I was really enjoying acting in such
a girlish manner, the more I realised that I had only been acting like
a boy for all of my life. I had not been masculine because that was
normal for me. I had not been acting in a masculine fashion, because
it was normal for boys to do that. I realised that I had learned how
to act like a boy, and I had lived my entire life acting like a boy,
instead of just being a boy.
I had done it, to get along with people. I knew now that it was all an
act. I'd manufactured a masculine personality to me, so that I would
not have to deal with the stress of being branded as a fairy.
Wearing this dress had given me the freedom to drop all of the acting.
I was turning real swishy, very fast. It was happening almost before I
was even aware of it. I had tried to act girlish to keep myself from
being discovered, and ostracised, but the fact was, being girlish was
the real me, not the put on act that it started out as. Janet noted
it however, and she commented on lt. She even told me that she was
really glad that r was so girlish. She said it made her feel a lot
better about living with me, knowing that she would be able to share
so much more of her life with me, than she ever could with a real boy.
She told me that it made her feel so much closer to me now, to know
that we were so much alike, in so many ways. She said that she felt
much safer somehow, to know that she was sharing the apartment with
another girl rather than a real boy. She also told me that she just
loved knowing that under all the prettiness and the lace, that there
really was a boy inside. She leaned closer and smiled secretly to me,
and told me that she was really turned on by knowing that such a
pretty girl was really a boy under neath all of it.
By the end of my first foray into the wonderful not to mention
very sensuous world of Janet's womanliness, it was nearly three in the
afternoon. By that time, I was finally starting to get used to being
seen in public wearing Janet's pretty clothes, and of being accepted
and treated as though I really were just another girl.
I loved they way that it was so different from what I was used to.
There was a freedom that I felt that I had never felt before. I had
even gotten used to the painful bulge that was pressing against the
front of my panties.
I had managed to relax a great deal too. I relaxed so much that I
could even be more aware of the soft swishing of my satin slip against
my upper nylons as we walked home. I was even aware of how the slip
swished across the bum of my panties. The satin caress was something
that I never wanted to stop feeling. It was just too nice a feeling to
ever want to give up.
We decided to stop on the way back home, and get some white wine,
for later on in the evening. We decided to get a whole gallon of it,
with much giggling. I loved it when the clerk came up to us, and said,
"Have you ladies already decided on what you want, or can I help you
out"
Finally, we got home. I went into my room, and removed my new
purchases from their packages, and put them in my drawers. I had not
realised it, but she had bought me 7 pairs of panty and bra sets, in
many light pastel colours. All of them were either of soft satin or
silk. All of them were lace trimmed, and very feminine, not to
mention, sexy.
With a start, I knew that if I wanted to, I could just throw all of my
boy's underwear away, as I now had more pairs of panties than I did
jockey shorts. On a careless whim, hoping that I was not going to
regret it, I gathered all of my jockey shorts together, and took them
to the kitchen, and dropped them into the garbage can. I knew that I
might live to regret that decision, but for now, I really only wanted
to wear the softness of my new girl's underwear.
It did not take a lot of encouragement from Janet to get me to
agree to stay with her, in our dresses and high heeled shoes for the
rest of the afternoon. We just lounged around, giggling an awful lot
as we sipped at our supply of wine, and talked about how nice it felt
for me being a girl for a day.
Janet did not miss the fact that I for one, had become very
comfortable wearing her dress. Every once in a while, she would even
chide me little bit about sitting with my knees too far apart, but
aside from that, she made no other mention that I was real a male. I
liked being treated like a girl from her.
Around six, Janet asked me if I would like to help her prepare
some supper. When I agreed, she led me into the kitchen. She tied a
rather frilly and very effeminating apron around my waist. She kidded
me as she did so, that since I was the one wearing the apron, and
since I was the one dressed in pink while she was wearing a boy's
colour of blue, that it must mean that I was the wife tonight.
When she said that to me, she was looking at my face intently. I did
not react in a negative way. Secretly, I kind of liked the idea of
such a pretty girl deciding that between the two of us, I should be in
the more feminine, and the wife too.
When she saw no negative response from me, she came over and stood
right in front of me. She put her hands on my cinched in waist, and
gently pulled me close to her. She was pressing the material of my
dress, slip and panties against my huge erection, both with her
upraised knee between my legs, and her pelvis pressing tightly against
me. And she knew what she was doing to me to. We were exactly the same
height in our heels. She lightly kissed my lips then stepped back from
me, but only about six inches.
"I think that you would really like the idea of becoming a wife,
you know that, Beverly?"
Her eyes roamed over my face. She was smiling warmly, but she had a
quizzical expression on her face. "The more I see how you act, while
you are wearing my clothes, the more convinced I am that you should
have been born as a girl. I am convinced that you really do love being
a girl. I think you would rather be a girl. In fact, I think that if
your finances allowed for it, you would stop living as a boy entirely.
Am I right, Beverly?"
I blushed. I could in no way lie to her. She was looking right
into my yes, and I knew that if I tried to lie, she would know it. I
also knew that if I lied, it might ruin this wonderful sense of warmth
and intimacy that I had been feeling with her all day long. Besides
that, she knew only to well how big I was in the panties I was
wearing.
"1... I really don't know, Janet. If you mean, do I love what I
have been doing all day long... Well, you know how much I do. I could
never lie to you about that. You know how much I love what you have
done to me. If... If you look in the garbage can... Well, you will see
that I threw out all of my boy's underwear. When I opened the packages
of the lingerie that you bought for me this afternoon, I just could
not stand the thought of not wearing such beautiful things like that,
all day long, instead of the boys' underwear so, I chucked them out. I
don't know what is happening to me, but I do know this. After this
afternoon, I know that I want to wear girl's clothes for the rest of
my life. I don't know if I want to stop being a boy, but I will
definitely wear dresses again. Of that much, I am certain. I just
loved the way people treated me when they thought that I was really a
real girl. It is so different from the way a boy gets treated. And I
just adore the way these clothes make me feel."
"How do thy make you feel Beverly?"
"They make me feel... They make me feel free. I don't know if I
can explain it any other way. I... I feel like a girl personality
inside of me, has somehow been released, and I think that I like her a
lot more than I ever liked the boy that I was."
"I can understand that. You do make a pretty and lovely girl,
Beverly. You were a wimpy book wormy guy. No one wants to be around
guys like that. But, everyone wants to be around good looking chicks.
People like you a lot better when you are a girl, so it follows that
you should like yourself better when you are a chick, right?"
"I don't know. That may be true. But, I feel so feminine, deep on
the inside. I know now that I look feminine on the outside, but I
really feel very girlish on the inside. And I love the feeling, Janet.
I really do love it. I never felt like this before. And I really do
love it. Oh. I know all about what they say about guys who like to
wear girl's clothes, but well... I don't feel like that. I just like
the feel of wearing girl's stuff. And I like the freedom that I feel
when I act like a girl. I just can't describe it any other way.
I... I kind of feel as though acting like a boy was all an act, and
acting like a girl is the way the real me should be acting. It's kind
of scary, you know?"
"Well, you know there is an awful lot more to being a girl than
just wearing lingerie and dresses?"
"Yeah... I know."
Janet looked at me for a long moment, then I could see her making
some kind of decision behind her pretty eyes. "Beverly, would you be
willing to let me train you to behave like a young lady?"
"Well... I don't have any idea of what that entails, but I do know
this. I love what I've done today. I'd be willing to learn an awful
lot more about it. Yes, I would like it if you would train me to be a
real young lady... Just like you, Janet?"
"You know Beverly, at some point in time, you are going to also have
to learn how to deal with boys. If you keep going out in public as a
girl, and you look the way you do now, guys are going to be attracted
to you, and they are going to hit on you. Are you ready for that?"
"No. I am not. That thought really scares me. I really do not
think I am a queer. But, I can't help feeling that I might like to go
out with a boy sometime, just to see what it feels like to do
something that every normal girl does all the time, you know what I
mean?"
"If you mean that you would not go out with a boy, because you are
a boy dressed up in girl's clothes, then I do not think that you are a
queer either... But do you meant that do you would like to go out with
a boy, because when you are dressed in girl's clothes you want to do
all the things and experience all the things with boys, that real
girls get to do with boys?"
"Yeah, I guess that is pretty much It."
"Well, real girls like to suck their boy friend's cocks for them
Beverly, when they get their boy friends all hot and bothered. That is
what girls do. They flirt with a boy till the get him all cranked up,
then they relieve them. Girls do that because it is how girls attract
guys to themselves. Are you willing to flirt with a boy, get him all
cranked up for you, then suck his cock, if you like the boy, Beverly?"
"I... I don-t know... I wish I knew... I can't say, Janet. I do
not know. It has always been such a bad thing to do such things, but I
never dreamed that I could ever feel so good, wearing girl's clothes,
and going out in public like I did."
"Well honey, I can tell you this much. If you knew that you
definitely wouldn't do it, then you won't do it. But, if you don't
know if you would do it or not, then that means the idea of sucking a
boy's cock is not all that repulsive to you. That means you probably
would do it if the circumstances were right for you. It also means,
that like a lot of girls, you will probably really like doing It too.
I know I do."
"You... You like sucking cocks?" I was amazed. Janet was always
the perfect little lady; 'Miss Goody Two Shoes'. I would never have
expected her to say something like that. It just did not seem to fit
in with her ladyness.
"Hey, it may look like the guy is dominating you when you suck
him, But when you got his cock in your mouth, you soon realise that
girls have got a lot of power over guys. Man, you start sucking a
cock, and pretty soon, they will promise you anything. You got to
learn how to manipulate guys to get what you want out of them. They
like that, you know when a girl manipulates them. It makes them feel
important and powerful, you know? Guys like to feel like that. But, a
smart chick will soon learn that if she can make a guy feel like that,
he'll give her anything she wants, if he has got it to give. That's
how courtesans got so wealthy in the Victorian times."
"Wow. I guess that I had never thought about that."
"Listen, I really can't wait any longer. Walking around with you
all day, knowing that under that pink dress is a rock hard cock has
been driving me wild all day long. I have been going crazy knowing
that under the pretty girl exterior, there is really a rock hard boy.
My panties are soaking wet; you've made me so horny. Go in and lay on
my bed. I'll be in there in a few minutes. Oh, and leave your apron
on, okay?"
She leaned forward and kissed me one more time. As I turned to
walk down the hall way, she smacked my bum, just hard enough that I
could feel a slight sting from her hand. Her words rang in my ears. I
was elated to know that I, as a girl, could make someone else so
horny. It was very flattering to me. I was making someone else feel
the things that I had felt when I looked at a pretty girl. I was
elated to know that my girlishness was affecting someone in such a
way. I had to refrain myself from skipping down the hall way.
I lay down on her bed, on my back. Strangely, this time, I felt
like I almost belonged in this girl's room. Femininity was no longer a
mystique. It was something that I loved to feel. It was now something
that I craved to be able to lay claims to, as being feminine myself. I
felt entirely natural, lying on the young lady's bed, in her room, in
her clothes.
In about five minutes, Janet came into the room. I was astounded.
She was naked. She came over to the bed and stood, feet spread apart,
with her hands balled into fists on her hips. And she stared down at
me. She had a strange glint in her eye. It made me feel very weak.
I stared up at her perfect little breasts; I envied her for having
them. I wished that I could have breasts like that. I looked down at
the flat crotch Yes, I wished that I looked like that down there too.
I wanted to be just like her...
She leaned over and pushed my apron, dress and slip up and lay it
on my belly. I knew that she could see the hard erection pushing at
the front of the yellow satin panties. She leaned over again, and put
her fingers into the pantywaist. I felt the cool air as she lifted the
pantywaist and lowered my panties to the tops of my nylons. My cock
stood straight up. It was engorged, delighted to be in the midst of
this exclusively feminine environment.
"Your cockette looks so very pretty in your... in 'my' lingerie,
Miss Beverly."
Then she climbed up on the bed and stood over me, with one foot on
each side of my hips.
"You love being the submissive missy one in a relationship. I can
tell that about you. That is a very feminine trait. It suits you,
Beverly. It certainly fits the way you are dressed."
I just lay there passively; wondering what she was going to do to
me. I had never felt like this before. She was making me so horny, yet
somehow; she was also making me feel like I was more girlish than she
was. I looked up at her pretty crotch. I wanted to fill it for her. I
also envied her for having one to get filled. She was just so
beautiful. If I had the privilege of being born as a woman, I would
have wanted to be just exactly like her.
Janet smiled, and slowly began bending her knees, lowering herself
onto me. When she got low enough that my cock was touching her, she
reached down and placed the end of my cock into her vagina, and slowly
began lowering herself even further.
I had never been with a woman before. I had never been wearing women's
clothing before. I had never been treated like I was the woman before.
All these things combined to make me ecstatically aware that I was
about as complete a female at that moment that I might ever possibly
be. I felt the soft warm moistness of her as she lowered herself onto
me, and I struggled to not ejaculate in to her, but it was such a
lovely feeling, that it was very hard for me not to cum.
This was such a wonderful warm and intimate moment that I wanted it to
last as long as it was possible to make it last. I was acutely aware
of every stitch of feminine clothing that I was wearing, and it seemed
to heighten the sexual intensity that I was having.
"You can ejaculate into me now, my pretty little Miss Beverly."
Her words were the spark that I needed. I moaned as I drove myself
deep up inside of her. Janet moaned as she had her own orgasm, and I
felt her squeezing me as she began to bounce up and down on me. When I
let it go, it was like liquid fire ejaculating through me. It burned,
and was so intense that it was almost uncomfortable. I nearly blacked
out from the intensity. I could feel almost every girl s stitch that I
was wearing. I was the girl.
I tensed, then went completely limp. I was spent, completely
drained. I lay there, acutely aware that every stitch of the feminine
clothing that I was wearing was designed and made for a girl to wear,
and that it was I, a boy who was wearing them.
I felt Janet lower herself so that her whole weight lay on top of me.
She kissed my eye brows, my eyes, my nose, and my mouth. Her lips
roamed down to my neck. It tickled as she gave me a hickey on the left
side of my neck. I felt so weak and vulnerable to her as she kissed my
neck. Then her lips went back to my mouth for a long lingering kiss.
They then nibbled at my left cheek as she moved her mouth over to my
ear. She whispered into my ear, "Miss Beverly, you can fuck like a
mink, young lady. That is what guys say to girls who really know how
to fuck good, did you know that?"
All I could so, was lie there, enjoying the pleasure of being so
completely feminised. She knew that I was hers now.
Chapter Four
The last two weeks have flown by like some kind of whirlwind.
Today is the middle of the afternoon of October 31. That means of
course that the Big Bash at the college Pub is going on tonight. That
means that I will be going to a college function, dressed entirely as
a girl. Believe me, the thought scares me. But the idea of everyone
thinking that I am really a girl is very exciting to.
Just to highlight what has transpired over the last two weeks, just to catch you up to date, okay... I'll make a few brief comments.
Firstly, you already know of my decision to stop wearing any of my
old boy's underwear, right? Well. I could not believe the sensations
that I felt all that first day, knowing that I was wearing a pair of
girl's panties, a garter belt with nylons, and a bra and camisole
under my boy's clothes, as I sat in my classes.
It was so sexy. I had a constant hard on for the first three days.
But, after wearing nothing but panties for a few days, I began to get
used to it enough that my erection would at least go to half mast much
of the time instead of a full hard on.
I was a nervous wreck at first; constantly afraid that I would do
something stupid that would attract someone's attention to the fact
that I was wearing girl's underwear. I tried even harder to continue
acting like a boy. It was hard. I had to be alert almost every minute
of the time. I was so afraid that I would lapse into something like a
limp wristed action or something like that, and that some one would
notice it.
The moment that I got home at night though, I would usually put on
one of the skirt and blouse outfits or one of the dresses that Janet
had seen fit to install in my closet for me. I have also taken to
sleeping in pretty night dresses and baby doll pyjamas. I dream of
being the girl in all of my dreams now.
Janet turned into a regular tiger cat, whenever she would come
home and see me studying on the couch, with my legs curled up under
the skirt or dress that I happened to be wearing. The Idea of me
wearing her clothes seemed to be some kind of aphrodisiac for her. It
certainly was for me. She hardly leaves me alone when she comes home.
I love it.
Of course, I loved it. I liked it so much that I started to wear
her clothes whenever I was at home, after the first couple of days. In
fact, I have also started wearing some of her blouses and slacks or
jeans to school, at least the ones that sort of look boyish, as do
many of the women s styles today. Believe me, does that ever, ever
excite me, to know that I look and act like a boy, but knowing that I
am wearing a sexy girl's clothes to all of my classes.
Janet seems to be fascinated by the idea of having a feminine boy
around the house. She is constantly bringing home new things that she
wants me to try on. And, of course, all of these new things are items
of women's apparel. After only two weeks, I have more women s clothes
in my closet than I have boy's clothes.
But, I do not find in myself any real desire to fight with her about
it. I have never had anyone take such a personal interest in me
before, and I love it. She makes me want to be pretty and feminine for
her, to please her.
Today, however, it is a bit of a different experience. I am a bit
scared of what is about to come along As per usual; I am dressed in
her clothes. I am wearing a conservative grey wool pleated skirt, a
white silk blouse that could almost pass for a boy s shirt, except for
the tiny almost invisible lace trim on the collar and over the breast
pocket, and a light grey blazer jacket. I have on brown loafers and
white silk knee socks.
I admit to myself that I feel fantastic, like a schoolgirl. It feels
like a schoolgirl's uniform. And I love it. I love the way the skirt
flares out around my knees everytime I move my legs. The skirt is just
an inch above my knees, and makes me feel very exposed and vulnerable.
I like it so much, that I keep going to recheck what I look like in
the full-length mirror in Janet's room. I look like the kind of girl I
used to love to watch.
I am just waiting for Janet to get home from her last class of the
day. As I have been learning and practising how to do, I have already
applied my own make-up in what I think is an acceptable manner. I have
polished my nails, both the finger nails and the toe nails. I've just
brushed my hair straight down from the crown, parted in the centre,
sort of what was very common for teenage girls in the late sixties,
like Marcia Brady on the Brady Bunch show. I had always thought of her
as being very feminine.
Today was different though, because, Janet had cajoled and nagged
at me till I finally agreed to let her take me to a hair salon, and
get my hair done properly. That was why I was so scared now. I
nervously brushed my hair back over my shoulder, sticking it behind my
ear on the right side.
I then realised that I had forgotten to put on my earrings, so I
went back to her room, and selected a pair of white ones that sort of
looked like big round buttons. They were the same colour as my blouse.
At 1:15, she came home, all flustered and in a hurry. She did not
want us to be late for our hair appointments. She was just wearing her
scruffy old clay studio clothes, and she decided to go as she was. I
felt funny, being so primly feminine looking, while the real girl was
wearing scruffy old rags that any guy would have worn to work on his
car in.
But, I also suspected that she had done this on purpose. I had
noticed over the last two weeks that she seemed to become almost
boyish in the way she acted around me, while all the while she was
encouraging me to look pretty and demure, the way a young lady should
look, as she was fond of reminding me.
I was not going to argue with her. What Janet did with her life
was her own business. If she was willing to pass up on her right to
wear the things that I found so enchanting to wear, well I was not
going to argue with her, especially if it meant that she was
encouraging me to wear them. I needed very little encouragement to
become the lady of the house, so to speak. I loved being a young lady.
When we entered the salon, the first thing that assaulted my
nostrils was the horrible smell of the chemicals. Janet saw me crinkle
up my nose, and smiled, telling me to get used to it. It was one of
the things that you had to learn to live with. There was a pretty girl
sitting behind the desk who looked up as we entered the shop. She
greeted us with a warm smile and she had mischievously twinkling blue
eyes. I liked her immediately.
"Hi. Do you girls have an appointment?"
"Yeah... Janet and Beverly Price for 1:45."
"Sisters?"
"Yeah," Janet responded.
"Yeah, you do look like sisters, almost like twins."
We smiled at the secret joke we shared. I do not want to go into a
lot of details about that horrible time in that smelly shop. Suffice
it to say, that Janet asked for me to be given wrap around dark
glasses so that I could not see what was going to be done to my hair.
She wanted it to be a complete surprise.
And a complete surprise it was too. When they took the glasses off
an hour later, My hair was shorter, only to my shoulders. But, it was
now a mass of curls. It was also a couple of shades lighter than it
had been. My bangs had been replaced by a shock of curls that fell
from the left side of my forehead to the right ear. The curls bounced
with even the slightest movement of my head. They went down to cling
to the sides of my head, over my ears. Though there was much less
hair, it looked like a great deal more. This was definitely in the
category of cute, and not a guy's hair style.
Janet had her beautiful hair shortened considerably. It looked
like a really cute boy's hair cut, to tell you the truth. I had seen
cuts like that on campus, but I never thought that Janet would get
one. I grieved for the loss of her beautiful long hair.
On our way out of the shop, Janet asked how long my permanent
would stay in. The hair stylist told her that with my hair, It would
probably be in for about five to six months. I almost fainted when I
heard that. I was going to have a woman's very feminine looking hair
cut for six months? I would only be able to change that by getting it
cut short and, I was pretty sure that Janet would not let me do that.
I could not help but wonder what the kids at school would say to me
for turning up in class with what was very obviously a feminine and
very cute and girlish hair style.
Secretly, I was delighted with the feel of the mass of curls. I
was also, strangely pleased that I had a very feminine hair style, and
I was sort of stuck with it. Even though I knew everyone would know
that I was a fag, unless of course, I only wore dresses, but still I
liked my new hair style. I had also thought, when I first saw my
reflection in the mirror that I was prettier than I had been. Maybe I
could tell everyone that my room mate had played a trick on me, and
that was why I had gotten stuck with such a cute coiffure.
On the way home, Janet voiced her agreement with my thoughts. She
told me that I really was much prettier now that my hair style was
coiffured to my particular facial features.
I made the comment that the only way that I could hide from being
pointed out, as a fag would be to go to school, wearing her clothes
all the time. She just smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and told me
that she had not thought about that before. She then went on to add,
that it was okay with her if I wanted to wear her clothes to school
all the time.
I was shocked. This was not the response that I had expected. I
mused quietly as we drove. It dawned on me that perhaps this was a set
up for me, though I could not imagine why she would want to do this to
me.
I felt as though she was somehow trying to get me locked into a satin
and silk lined cage, to paraphrase an old expression about a guilded
cage. I also found that more and more, I was inclined to let her do
whatever she wanted to do to me. I was falling in love with her, and I
was falling in love with the girl that she was bringing out of me.
Back at our apartment, she made a big deal about me taking a long
hot bubble bath, as I was going to be a princess tonight. I did not
want to admit it, but I was kind of looking forward to being a
princess. I shaved my face, chest and arms in the bath, though I
hardly needed to. I did not need to shave my legs either, but I wanted
to be completely girlified tonight, so I shaved them anyway.
Soon, I was ready to be cross dressed. Janet had all my things
laid out for me. She began my transformation by lacing me into a boned
corset that was so tight that I could not bend over and touch my feet.
She then helped me to put on my silk stockings, because I could not
bend far enough to even reach my toes. I felt so helpless, and I loved
it. I was truly being treated like a princess was treated.
After that, I had to step into what I can only describe as a pair of
white satin bloomers. They extended down to my knees, and were trimmed
in a profusion of lace and bows. They were so soft that I nearly
swooned when I felt them on my nyloned thighs and my hairless bum. I
got an instant erection when she pulled them up to my waist and she
tied the little waist sashes bow at the front. She smiled and caressed
me through the bloomers. I nearly died when I felt her fingers gently
caressing me through the soft material of the bloomers. She knew that
she was making me a prisoner to these sensations.
She grinned and told me to keep that ready for her. She said that she
was very glad that wearing feminine clothes could make me react like
that. She told me that she loved knowing that a boy could get so
turned on by wearing her clothes, and she hoped that I would want to
wear them all the time. Then she helped me to step into the three
heavy silk petticoats that I was to wear under my princess gown.
Then came the actual gown that I was going to wear for the party
at the Pub. Actually, It vas one of her old prom gowns, but to me, it
was very spectacular. It was a pale green and fell in very large satin
folds to the floor. It was strapless. Once she had worked the little
false breasts into the cups of the corset, the pressure pushed my
chest flesh up and it gave me the appearance of genuine cleavage.
The lace trimmed bodice of the gown rested on my cleavage. The gown
zippered up the back. The heavy petticoats and the skirt of the dress
were so heavy that they were pressed against my legs in a most
delightful fashion. They caressed my silk clad legs with even the
smallest of my movements. They also made a very loud and very feminine
rustling sound with even the slightest of my movements. It was a very
feminine garment, and I felt very feminine in it.
She hung what looked like a diamond pendant necklace around my
neck, and snapped on matching long dangling earrings. Then she placed
a tiara into my hair. She worked a pair of long soft kid gloves up on
arms, and attached a diamond bracelet to my left wrist. I thought that
it was all paste jewellery, but she told me that what I was wearing,
women in her family had worn to balls for over six generations. She
smiled and asked me to be careful with them, as they were worth quite
a lot of money. I wanted her to take them off me, but she refused to
do that. Wearing such wealth, designed for women to wear, made me feel
so special and pretty, and scared. I liked these feelings, way too
much.
Then, she handed me a baton, like a wand, with what looked like a
large diamond on the end of it. I quizzed her about it. She told me
that the jewel was the only thing that I had on as part of my uniform,
that was not real. She said she had had one of the girls in her class
make it, because if I was going to be a princess, she thought that It
was only fitting that I should be a 'fairy princess'. She giggled then
nearly split a gut with laughter, at my blushing reaction. Yes, I
certainly was a 'fairy' princess that was for sure.
I stepped into the white satin shoes that went with my gown. A
glance in the mirror told me that not one would ever think that such a
graceful young woman could really be a man. I left the bed room then,
and went out to the living room where I would wait for her to get into
her costume. The feel of walking in such elegance, such feminine
finery, was ecstatic to me. The loudly rustling gown reminded me with
every step, that I was completely feminised. I also knew that I would
never be able to get out of these clothes without help from someone. I
kind of liked knowing that in that way, I was bound just as surely as
any masochist might find herself bound by her master.
I loved the sensations of being so helplessly trapped. If someone
ever discovered that I was a guy, I'd never be able to run away from
them, not while I was wearing these clothes. I could not even get
undressed alone, let alone run away from a boy. I wondered if this was
how the ladies of the gay nineties had felt. I felt like I had stepped
back in time, and had become one of the southern belles that Janet's
forebears had been.
I sipped at a glass of white wine, tried to calm the excitement
that was welling up from deep inside of me. This was by far the most
completely womanised that I had ever been, and I was deliriously happy
about it. 1 felt strangely natural. I wished for a brief moment that I
too could have lived as one of those ladies in the gay nineties. They
were so feminine in their dress and deportment.
It was nearly six before Janet came out of her bed room. I was
shocked at her appearance. She wore one of my dark grey suits, but, my
suit had never looked as good on me as It did on her. She wore a
bright red tie with it, and a pair of my dress shoes.
Her hair was greased back, making it look very short, and
decidedly mannish. She had also added to her eyebrows somehow, and she
had even attached a moustache over her top lip. She actual looked very
handsome. I felt even more effeminated than I had felt before her
revelation.
She must have bound her breasts in an athletic bandage or
something, because she was very flat chested. She came over and bowed
before me. "Is my lady ready for her evening out?" she asked,
affecting a deeper more masculine voice.
All that I could do was to smile and hold up my hand for hand in
rising from the couch. With the corset being so tight as it was, it
was hard for me to get up. I needed her help. When she pulled me up,
she pulled me right into her arms.
Unconsciously, I raised my arms to her shoulders, as she pulled me
tightly against her. She pushed her pelvis out at me, and I felt what
seemed like an erection in her pants.
"Wha... What's that."
"Listen Beverly, if you can be a lady... Well, I can be a man.
That my dear is a little surprising that I have arranged, for you.
Tonight, I am going to wine you and I am going to dine you. I am going
to dance with you, then I am going to bring you home and I am going to
seduce you. All you have to do, is be your pretty, little docile self,
and let me have some fun with you. Will you do that for me, tonight,
Beverly, my darling?"
I felt so flushed with embarrassment, as I decided to play along
with the game. "Tonight sir, you are my Prince Charming, and I melt
like putty in your arms." I giggled, hoping that she was not picking
up on he element of truth that I was feeling as I uttered the words. I
was melting at being her lady for the night, while she was my man.
"Then let us get our coats, and get over to the Pub. I want all
those jerks over there to see what a gorgeous creature you really are.
I will be the envy of every man there. Not only that, but I think that
you will be the envy of every girl. I am certain that you will out
shine them all. You are fantastic looking, princess. You really do
look like a fairy princess, Beverly."
I had never received flattery like this in my life, and I really
was not sure of how I ought to handle it. I did not know whether I
should be pleased, though I was very pleased. I was also wondering if
I should really be ashamed, because, after all, I was a boy under all
the prettiness and frills. In answer, all I did was blush. Janet
thought it was a very pretty blush. She kissed my cheek as she told me
how pretty she thought my blush was.
She helped me on with what had sort of become known as 'my' coat.
It was the pink three quarter length one that I had worn the first
time that I dressed up and gone out as a girl.
Just before we left, she handed me a silvery beaded clutch purse.
She told me that a lady who looked the way I did always carried a
clutch purse, in case she wanted to go to the powder room and touch up
her make-up. I blushed again, at the thought of going into a girl's
bath room. The erection was still pushing in an almost painful way
against the silkiness of my ladies bloomers, though.
I knew now, beyond any doubt whatsoever that I had become very
addicted to being a girl, and somehow, no matter what kind of
humiliation it might bring my way, I would always find some way to
enable myself to wear dresses from now on. I loved it and never wanted
to stop wearing such pretty things, like this dress.
Because of the long voluminous skirts of my princess gown, I could
not see the steps as I made my way down them. I had to grasp at my
gown's skirt and lift it up, just like I had seen ladies in the movies
do. I felt so very lady like, not to mention almost completely
helpless at that moment, because of the effeminating clothing that I
was wearing. They not only effeminated me, they made me almost totally
helpless.
Janet grinned, when she saw that she had to help me take every step,
so that I did not get my heels caught. Otherwise I might end up with a
broken neck at the foot of the stairs. This was so humiliating, to
have to have a real girl help me negotiate walking because of the
girl's clothes that I was wearing. It made me feel sort of inferior to
her in a sense.
I loved every moment of it too. I loved the way it felt to be so
helpless and dependent on a man, even a pseudo man like Janet. I would
have loved being a Southern Belle, I was sure.
At the bottom of the stairs, she gallantly extended her arm to me.
As I had seen ladies in the movies do, I reached out and gently placed
my left hand on top of her forearm. Thus was I accompanied as I walked
down the sidewalk, heading towards my first date as a woman with a
man.
The feel of the dress and the satin petticoats against the silk
stockings that I wore drove me wild with excitement. It just could not
seem to really penetrate my mind that girls, real girls, were allowed
to feel these sensations every day of their lives, and yet, for some
reason, most of them chose to wear blue jeans. I just could not
understand that kind of reasoning at all.
If I was a real girl, and I was able to wear clothes like this all
day, I would never get out of dresses, if I could help it. Dresses
were just so lovely to wear. They gave me such a sense of completeness
not to mention the sexy feelings of the sensuous materials girls got
to wear all the time.
It was a good thing that girls did not have cocks. Dresses would not
look very nice, with a big bulges sticking out of them all the time. I
giggled at a mental vision of a whole bunch of pretty girls walking
around, with bulges in the fronts of their dresses. Janet wanted to
know why I was giggling, but I could not bring myself to tell her.
The sound of the loud rustling as I walked was also very exciting.
Janet did not help my cause, as she also kept rubbing her legs against
the dress, to make it sound even louder. She seemed to get such a deep
delight out of seeing me be as completely feminised as was possible
for me to be.
I did not understand that at the time. But, something in me responded
to her intentions for me. I wanted to be pampered and cared for. I
wanted to be kept in dainty clothing. I wanted to be expected to act
like a lady all the time.
I admitted to myself that I really loved it when she made love to me,
rather than the very limited experiences that I have had, of trying to
make love to a girl. Most of the time, all she wanted for me to do,
was to just lay back and let her do whatever she wanted to do to me,
which was always very pleasurable for me. She seemed to really get off
on giving me pleasure, when I was a girl for her. I fell into the
feminine role in the bed room very easily to. In my mind, it was far
nicer to be the lovee rather than the lover. I loved being loved.
I had butterflies in my tummy as we walked. Soon, people who knew
us were going to see me dressed up like a pretty fairy princess.
Before, whenever we had gone out together, it was always somewhat
controlled. That is, we went where we wanted to go.
Now however, we were going somewhere, where classmates were going to
see us together. They were going to see me as a lady, albeit in a
costumed part. Still, I knew how femininely dressed I really was This
was no costume, not for me. This was a dream dress.
I marvelled, as we walked, that though it was a chilly night, I
felt no coldness under my dress. I felt all the warmth that I had in
the apartment. I did not say anything about it, because there was a
part of me that still did not want to confess to Janet just how much I
really did love wearing girl's clothes.
A part of me just did not want her to really know how completely and
irrevocably I had become addicted to feeling like a girl. I wanted to
feel this way all the time. Though she had seen me in almost nothing
else for the last two weeks, still a part of me wanted to somehow, If
it was possible, extend the illusion of boyhood that I had grown up
with.
Finally, after clinging to her arm, as we started to encounter
other students in bizarre costumes, we came to the campus. She smiled
and told me to hold my chin up and my boobs out. And she encouraged me
to let people see what I was really made of. I was terrified. Janet
loved it. She loved it whenever she saw me so dependent on her for
support.
Then, she forced me, by her pressure on my arm, to ascend the
front steps of the college. And enter into the building, into the
bright lights, where everyone would be able to see me, in all my
feminine glory. The only thing that I could hope for was that somehow,
people would not make out that it was really me who was looking like
such a regal queen tonight.
Chapter Five
On entering the foyer, the warm air of the lobby was like a hot
blast after walking in the chilly night air for the last twenty
minutes. It only took a moment before we could also hear the band and
the sounds of the party laughter that was coming from the Pub that was
nearly the whole length of the college building away from us, yet.
I was so scared, yet Janet seemed to be excited. She did lean over and whisper in my ear that she thought I should call her Terry all night, while she called me Beverly. I nodded in agreement, not really knowing what else I could do anyway.
She stood and waited for me to unbutton my coat, and then she
checked our coats for us. I felt so naked and exposed, weak and very
vulnerable as I stood there in the college foyer, in a beautiful
strapless gown that any debutante would feel comfortable wearing for
her coming out party.
My shoulders were naked. I would never be able to run in these skirts
and high heels. I was trapped, and I knew it. So did Terry. And she
smiled at me like the proverbial Cheshire cat for my predicament. The
best that I could do was to employ her lessons, and try and behave
like a lady.
I just stood demurely, hands folded at the front of my dress, as I
had seen ladles stand in similar poses before, and waited for her to
finish the business with our coats. She handed me the tickets and
suggested that I keep them in my purse so that we did not lose them.
I blushed furiously, as other people who were coming in, were able to
watch me as I opened my purse to deposit the tickets, just like any
other normal girl would do in the same situation. I was so acutely
aware that tonight our roles really were totally reversed. Terry had
become the guy, and. I was the lady that was with him, out on a date.
Wow, talk about getting into you girl friend's pants... This had to be
the defining moment.
I got even harder, if that was possible, as I became aware that
for this evening, I was the lady and Janet was my male escort. I was
so hard that I even had some difficulty in trying to walk. I was very
thankful for the heavy petticoats and the flaring out of my dress from
my waist that kept my erection from showing. But, though it was
hidden, I was acutely aware of it, nestled in the folds of my girlish
underwear.
Fortunately for me, I soon found that I was actually glad for it.
The painful masculine few inches of boyhood that did remain to me, was
actually going to help me act more like a girl. I was expected to
mince in small and dainty steps, just like any other girl in heels and
a floor length gown would walk. The painful erection that I had in my
panties was hindering my ability to walk in a normal masculine manner,
so that in walking, l was being forced to take the smaller and
daintier mincing steps, the kind of steps that normal girls took. I
walked with my hands folded across the front of my dress, clutching my
clutch purse tightly because of the intense fear and nervous tension I
was feeling flow through my psyche.
He, that is, Terry, took my left elbow and led me down the hallway
and into the noisy pub. I felt so vulnerable and so scared. All I
could think about was that somehow, someone was going to read me.
Someone was going to be able to tell that I was not a real girl, but a
boy.
Considering that the party was not actually scheduled to start for
another half hour, the Pub was nearly crammed with revellers, in every
kind of costume that you could imagine. We careful made our way around
the Pub once, trying to find a table.
A small consolation was that there were many guys there, dressed
as girls. But, with all of them, you could tell that they were really
guys, very easily. Even though some of them were dancing with other
guys, you could easily pick them out from the real girls. One of the
guys who was wearing a very beautiful white lace and satin ball gown,
had not even shaved off his beard, but had applied regular make-up to
his face anyway. None of them, except in the most outrageous and
exaggerated ways, were acting like real girls. I was the only one who
really looked like and was acting like a real girl looks and acts.
Finally, after being jostled about for nearly fifteen minutes, we
were able to find a table. I sat down, remembering to smooth out my
voluminous skirts under me, as Janet had taught me to do. I had to get
off these heels. The heels were higher than any I had ever worn before
that night. They were four inches high.
I swished out my skirts, in a feminine and lady like motion as I
lowered myself into my chair. I certainly did not want to look in any
way like the grotesque images of feminine exaggerations of those other
guys who were wearing dresses. They were somehow mocking what I had
come to think of as the gentler side of me. I found that I was filled
with a strange kind of pride at how feminine I was able to be. I
blushed at this shocking realisation.
I seemed to be becoming more and more feminine, as I continued to
wear Janet's dresses at home. Not only was my psyche becoming more and
more feminine, but I had discovered that wearing girl's clothes all
the time at home, was also having another very strange effect on me. I
was becoming more and more aware of my chest, or should I say...
breasts. They seemed to have become sore, or I guess an even better
description would be, ultra sensitive. They also seemed to be somehow
getting bigger.
I knew that it must be psychological but none the less, it certainly
seemed to be real enough. I had known that imagination is able to play
many kinds of tricks on a person. I just assumed that this was one of
them. I was just imagining that I was growing girl's breasts, I
assumed. After all, guys just did not sprout a pair of luscious tits,
did they? It had to be my imagination, right?
Terry went off to get us some cold drinks. I sat quietly, trying
to just blend In with the surroundings. Hoping that no one would
notice that I was even there. But I had greatly underestimated the
power that a somewhat attractive looking girl has, to attract the male
of the human species to herself.
It only took a few moments before the guys started to come over to
my table and present themselves to me, to ask if they could get me a
drink or if I wanted to dance.
Nervously, yet very, strangely enjoying their attentions. I would
smile and tell them that boy friend had gone to get me a drink, or
that all of my dances were reserved or my boy friend. It felt so very
strange to me, to resort to using the same kinds of excuses that were
perfectly normal for a girl to use, to try and keep the boys away from
myself. Yet, a part of me loved knowing that I was so completely
identifying with a woman's role in the society of the room.
Girls, it seemed, were just able to attract male attention, while
those poor slobs were running the risks of being hurt by rejection.
How well I knew what it felt like to have a girl tell me that she did
not want to dance with me. I was thankful that I was not one of them
tonight. I felt sorry for the guys that I was turning away, even
though I knew what any one of them would do to me, If they ever
learned that they had been coming onto a guy who was in girl's
clothes. I could not help liking the way they just kept coming on to
me, one after the other. It certainly stroked the feminine ego that I
was developing, to have to send so many of them away though. I liked
it. It was a strange kind of power that we had over guys, and I
revelled in it.
After about fifteen minutes, Terry finally came back. He had two
large glasses of white wine for me, in plastic tumblers. He also had
three bottles of beer for himself. He asked me if any guys had tried
to pick m up, and I admitted that they had.
He smiled and told me that I should dance with some of them. He said
that I might never get a chance like this again. He then smiled even
broader, if that were possible, and said, that it raised interesting
ideas for him. He decided that he was going to try picking up girls,
since he looked so convincingly like a guy, Just to see what it felt
like to be the hunter instead of the prey.
Just then, one more guy, not so grungy as the last few, came over
to the table, and looked down at Terry.
"Hey, man, mind if I dance with your chick?"
He acted as though I were not even there. I felt like I might be
Terry's property or something. I felt offended. It was not Terry's
decision if I danced or not. It was my decision. I was just about to
say saying to that effect, when Terry answered him.
Terry looked at me, and smiled with a wide in. "No man, she loves
dancing, but I don't like dancing very much. She'd love to dance with
you man, wouldn't you, Beverly?"
I knew by the mischievous glint in his eye that if I did not go
along with this, that he could and would make things much hotter for
me.
So, I smiled and stood up. "I'd love to dance with you." I sort of
hoped that I was making Terry jealous, but I knew that was not really
the case. He wanted very much for me to be as much like a girl as I
could be, tonight. And, of course, girls danced with guys, so that was
what he was expecting me to do, dance with guys.
What a mistake it was to be flippant about lt. As soon as I stood
up, I realised that this guy was quite a bit bigger than I was. I'd
never stood so close to a guy before, because guys don't usually stand
real close to guys. It made me nervous. But when he wrapped his arm
around me to lead me off to the dance floor, I soon realised how
really big and strong this man was. He would have been able to flip me
around like I was a bag of feathers.
I also realised with quite an emotional shock, that though I had
been wearing almost nothing but girl's clothes for about two weeks,
that I had still been looking at everything through a boy's eyes. This
was my first time seeing a guy from a truly feminine perspective. And
it kind of scared me to know that he could do whatever he felt like to
me, and I would be helpless to stop him. He was just so much bigger
and stronger than I was. I was glad that I was not meeting him in a
dark alley that was for sure.
That was not the only thing I very quickly realised. It also
dawned on me that girls had the same kinds of feelings going for them,
with guys like this. It was their feminine charms and wiles that they
had, to make sure that this kind of guy's attitude towards them
remained amenable. It made me reel really and truly girlish, even more
so than I had ever felt before. I knew that real girls grew up with
this kind of awareness, and that I was getting a chance to do and to
feel what real girls find entirely normal. I had to be a charming
young lady, in order for him to not want to domineer me.
Something very deep inside of me was thrilled to know this new
reality. I loved it. I yielded myself to the strength that I felt in
his arms as he led me out onto the crowded dance floor. He was strong
too.
The song that was playing, just as we got to the dance floor,
changed from a fast one, to a slow dance. I knew a moment of absolute
terror then. He turned toward me, and put both of his big hands on my
slim corseted waist, and he pulled me tightly toward him. He was very
strong. I did not know what to do. I had not planned on dancing a slow
dance with a boy. I quickly glanced around, and I saw that the real
girls were putting their arms up, and placing their hands on the backs
of the necks of their dance partners.
I knew that I had to do everything that I could to continue this
charade, or get the shit beat out of me. Timidly, for the first time
in my life, I put my hands on the flat hard muscled chest of another
boy, doing it in the soft way that girls do such things. Girls got to
do this kind of thing every day, but for me, it was like in a dream. I
felt his hard little nipples through his thin shirt material. I could
feel his muscles rippling under the palms of my hands.
This was a real guy, I thought to myself. I would never ever be able
to be masculine like this guy, not in a million years. Yet, wearing a
dress and appearing to be a weak dependent little lady gave me a
strange kind of control over him. Guys wanted girls to like them. They
would use all their power to be liked by a pretty girl. I loved the
feelings of femininity and feminine power that were filling my
conscious awareness. As a girl, I had an influence over him that I
could not even dream of, as my old self.
Slowly, resignedly, I raised my arms up so that my hands were on his
shoulders. Then I went all the way, and I laced my fingers together
behind his bull neck. It made me feel so utterly exposed and
vulnerable to him. It was like my whole frontage was open to him in
some intimate way, that never happens to boys. It excited me too.
I hoped and hoped that he would not feel the erection that I had in my
silk bloomers. I hated myself for not being able to get rid of that
erection. Being so intimately connected with a guy, in a way that only
girls usually get to be close to guys, well... it really turned me on.
I loved being attractive to him, even if I did not like him very much.
I was confused, to say the least.
But, as he pulled me tightly towards him, crushing me against him
by wrapping his strong arms around my waist, I felt his erection for
me. He did not hide it, and he made a show of letting me know that I
had turned him on. I tried hard to pretend like it was not there, but,
he pressed it into my upper belly. I could feel the heat of it, even
through all of my girl's clothing. I could tell that it might have
been in the area of eight inches long, too.
He gently rocked his pelvis against me, rubbing it very slowly up and
down over my belly. It was almost like he thought that if he could
impress me with how big that it was, that I would do anything that he
wanted me to do for him, or something like that. I wondered if real
girls were really treated like that all the time. It was very
humiliating.
Furtively, I glanced around to see what I should do next. There
was a girl beside me. She was dancing with her eyes closed, and she
had her head lying on her boy friend's chest. I knew that it would
make me feel funny, but I thought that I should do that too, in order
to be acting like a normal girl. I lay my head on his chest, and
closed my eyes too. I wanted to look as completely like a normal girl,
doing things that were normal for girls to do, as completely as was
possible for me to look. It made me feel even more weak and vulnerable
than I had felt before.
He raised one of his hands, and he gently stroked my hair, on the
back of my head. I was terrified. Then, he bent over and began talking
to me.
"My name's Jake. It's short for Jacques. Man, I got to tell you, I
think you are by far, the best looking chick in this place, you know
that?"
I did not know what to say. I knew that if I was a real girl, that
I would be really flattered. I wanted him to continue thinking that I
was a normal girl, so I raised my head so that I could look at him. I
actually had to lean my head back so that I could see into his eyes.
"Thank you for the compliment, Jake, but I am sure that is not
really true. There are lots of other girls here too who are very
pretty. I think you have had a lot to drink, so far."
His pelvis moved, grinding his erection into my upper tummy.
"Lady. That's how true it is. That is the proof of how hot you look.
I've had a hard on for you since you walked in the door. Is there
anyway that we can get rid of that pantywaist boy friend of yours for
a little while?"
"Terry? Absolutely not. Terry and I are getting married as soon as
we leave college," I replied, terrified at the thought of being alone
with this big ape of a guy.
"Shit, that's too bad. You won't ever know what a real man is like, as
long as you stay with him, you know?"
I moved my head back to look at him. I could not believe what he
was saying to me. He took that opportunity to plant his lips on mine,
right squarely on my mouth, crushing his lips against mine. I could
hardly breathe, I was so surprised and scared. I could hardly believe
that I was standing in the middle of a dance floor, dressed up as a
pretty princess, and a boy was actually kissing me.
My heart was racing a million miles a minute. I was no queer, but
I had a hard on that would not quit, because I was in this man's arms,
and I was dancing with him, and now I was even being kissed by him.
This was just such an entirely feminine experience. It made me light
headed. I wanted to cream in my panties.
I tried to pull my head back. I do not know whether it was the
beer that I could smell on his breath or not, but he pressed against
my lips even harder. Then he pushed his big tongue into my mouth. I
had no choice but to receive it. I was helpless.
Inside, I cried, because I knew, all too late, that I would not
resist him for kissing me like that. This was the way this guy kissed
girls. He was treating me like I was his girl. I tried to move away,
sort of, but all I ended up doing, was moving my tongue over his, and
sort of sucking on his tongue. I hated it, but my fingers laced
themselves even more tightly at the back of his neck. He made me feel
so small in his big arms. I hated to admit it, but I loved feeling
like this and I wanted to continue being treated like was a real girl.
He pulled my waist even harder against him, and I could feel him
rubbing his cock against me. He was almost driving it into my belly.
He moved it faster and faster. I tried to move my mouth away from his
lips, but all t succeeded in doing, was allowing him to probe his
tongue into me even further.
I was so ashamed that I was not trying to fight this guy off. But,
I actually found myself sucking on his tongue. I liked being kissed by
this guy. I liked the feel of his strong arms around me. I liked the
feel of his erection pushing up against me, up and down, up and down.
I could sense the size of it. What amazed me was that I was not even
repelled by the idea that this guy was using my body to masturbate
himself. Instead, I felt strangely flattered that I was able to turn
him on like that.
I yielded in a rather docile fashion and let him do what he wanted
to with me. I knew that I just might never get a chance to experience
anything like this again, so I tried to become alert to what every
sensation was, so that I would be able to remember it all, sometime in
the future, when I might want to remember it.
As I did so, I became ultra aware of every feminine stitch of
clothing that I was wearing. As I kissed my first boy, I became
especially aware of the feel of my silk bloomers. I felt the elastic
beribboned hems at my knees. I felt the petticoats pressing against
the front of the delicate silk under wear. I felt the intimate girl
material being ground into the only remaining few inches of boy hood
that I had left.
I nearly swooned in his arms, and I had to cling even more tightly to
his neck so that I would not feint away, onto the floor. This drove
Jake to pushing his tongue even further into my mouth. I felt his
strong body tense and his breathing became even more laboured.
I blushed, ashamed of what was going to happen. I had made him, by
my femininity, so horny, that he was going to cum, right there on the
dance floor, in his pants. Scared of being discovered I looked around,
but no one was even paying any attention to us. It seemed like all of
the other girls were similarly occupied. I was just another chick,
helping her guy to get off, on the dance floor.
He drove himself into me and, as I felt his cock shudder. I exploded
into my own panties, without anyone even touching me down there. The
pressure of his knee between my legs was grinding the soft silk of my
bloomers into my erection, and I could not hold back. I just could not
hold it back. This was too erotic for me.
I just could not believe how wonderful it felt to know that I had
turned him on like that. I spurted deliriously happy, into my panties
as I clung to his neck and sucked on his tongue. I felt completely and
utterly girlish, as he demonstrated his maleness to me.
Just the feeling of such girlishness seemed to me, to be the
ultimate feeling of being in a truly girlish situation, was enough to
make me cum wildly. I knew that for me, the ultimate in sexual
experience from now on would be that sense of feeling utterly and
completely girlish. Being feminine was the most addictive feeling that
I could ever imagine experiencing. I knew that I would do anything to
be allowed to be as much of a girl as it was possible for me to
become.
I hated to admit it, but I wanted to be able to attract guys like
Jake to me, again and again. If this was what being a fairy felt like
then, I was willing to admit to myself, that I was now a fairy, and
that I loved the feelings of being a fairy. I loved feeling like a
girl, and being with a boy like a girl is with a boy.
I glanced around at the others who were dancing around us. No one
had seemed to notice what we had done. He was still shuddering against
me, when I had a wild and scary thought. I could still feel his cock
against me. I was still hugging him. I still had his tongue in my
mouth. I realised suddenly that real fairies and real girls also
sucked guy's cocks too. If I were his girl friend, Jake would expect
me to suck that thing that he was erupting with, against my corseted
tummy.
I also realised that it would take me a lot of guts to ever be
able to do that to a guy. But, I also knew now, that if I were ever in
a situation where that would be required of me, that if I was wearing
girl's clothing at the time, that I probably would be able to do it.
Heck, if Jake were anything to judge by, I'd probably end up loving
sucking a cock. What on earth had happened to Terry? Had he died
somehow, in the last two weeks of my effemination?
Yes, if the circumstances were right, I too, would be a cock
sucker fairy, I knew. The idea shamed me, but I knew that it was true
about me. What really amazed me now though, was that the whole idea of
actually kissing or of putting my mouth on a thing like that one that
was grinding against me at the moment, was no longer the ugly and
repulsive idea that it had been to me for all of my life to that point
in time.
Now, I wondered how long I would have to wait, before I would get the
chance to actually do it. I wanted to do what girls do. I wanted to
feel what girls feel.
Jake, I soon realised was really loaded. When the dance was over,
he backed off a bit, and he was looking very sheepish. It made him
seem cuter to me. He said he was really very, very sorry for what he
had done to me. Then he turned away and disappeared into the crowd.
I went back to my table, churning inside with all the new ideas
and sensations that I had felt. Our drinks were on the table, with my
purse, but Terry was gone. I wondered if he really had tried to pick
up a girl, as he had said that he was going to try and do. I was
pretty sure that he would have tried to, just for the hell of it.
I sat, aware of a growing cold mess and a shrunken little cock in
my panties. But, there was nothing I would be able to do about
cleaning myself up, till we got home. When ever Janet would help me
get out of these clothes, she would know what had happened to me when
she'd see the mess. There would be no hiding it from her. All that I
could do was to hope that she would not be really mad at me for
soiling her delicate lingerie.
Strangely, I also knew that she would approve of it. She had been
teasing me for the last few days about getting me a boy friend. She
liked having me lie on my back, while she lowered my panties, then
lowered herself onto me, but she would also keep making remarks about
how I needed to get it on with a real guy too.
She'd said that real guys were able to make real women out of guys
like me. I was beginning to suspect that she might be right, after my
little fling with Jake. I had loved being made to feel like such a
complete girl in his arms. Mostly though, I had loved knowing that he
had thought that he was with a real girl when he had done what he had
done to me. It sent a strange thrill, a sense of feeling victorious
through me. I'd been a real girl, in a real life situation, and I had
come through it unscathed.
It only took a few sips of wine, before another guy came over to
my table. I glanced around, and saw that Terry was nowhere in sight. I
figured that the only way I was going to enjoy myself, considering my
costume, was to dance with the guys who asked me to dance. No girl was
going to dance with me the way I looked, I was pretty sure, unless
they were a dyke or something like that. So, I smiled and stood up,
and let another boy take me out onto the all too familiar dance floor.
Fortunately for me Jake did not reappear, and none of the guys
acted like him either. I danced almost constantly that night. The more
guys I danced with, the more my new confidence grew about dealing with
men, from the perspective of being a pretty woman. I learned very
quickly, that as far as guys were concerned; I was an attractive chick
that could be hit on, that I did not reject any guy who asked me to
dance with him.
I absolutely loved it, and I almost forgot that I really was a
guy, just like the ones I was dancing with. I developed a new erection
that stayed with me all the rest of the evening. A couple of the guys
tried to kiss me, and I tried not to stop them, too much. I liked how
the hardness of a boy's lips felt on mine. I loved the feel of their
bristles from a poorly shaven face, as it brushed against my cheeks. I
hoped someone with a moustache would kiss me, but, alas, it was not to
come to pass.
Time flew. Everytime I needed a drink, some guy was always there
to go and get it for me. I loved having the guys around. As a short,
book wormy guy, I had usually been alone all the time, in a social
setting like this one. But, being a pretty girl meant that I was
always attracting attention, and I loved knowing that I was at last,
being the pursued one, rather than the rejected one.
My nervous tension gave way to feelings of being accepted as being
a very feminine person. As I drank and danced with the boys, my limp
wristed behaviour seemed to increase in direct proportion to the
number of guys who danced with me. I felt so free, freer than I had
ever felt in my life before. This was really living.
More than once, I found myself leaning over to touch a guy's forearm,
or to lay a gloved hand on the side of his face as I had often seen
girls do. I had so envied the guys that had girls do that to them.
It thrilled me and made me feel so free to be able to do it to guys
now. I loved it. I found that I really liked the guys too. I liked the
way they were trying to make me like them. I loved the enchanting
experience of being a sought after girl at a crowded dance.
The calves of my legs were very sore from dancing on high heels,
but I just did not seem to have it in me to refuse to dance when one
of the guys came and asked me. I loved the feel of their strong arms
around me. I loved being treated like I was a princess, albeit a
'fairy' princess. I had envied girls for the way they got treated, but
now, it was my turn to get the same treatment that I had so envied
before, and I loved t.
Near midnight, Terry returned to my table. I was startled to see
that she was holding someone's hand, a girl's hand. The girl was none
other than the student aid officer who had tried to help me that very
first day that I arrived at the school. She was the one who had
referred me to Janet's apartment, in the first place. I began to
wonder if she had set me up. If so, I owed her a great debt of
gratitude. Because of her, I had discovered a whole new life for
myself.
The student aid officer came over and stood right in front of me
as she eyed me carefully, letting her eye move from the tiara in my
hair to the high heeled shoes peeking out from under the hem of my
dress. She smiled and leaned over. She whispered in my ear, "Oh my,
Beverly. You are simply ravishing. I could just eat you up, you look
so precious."
Of course, I was stunned. Terry smiled at me, and then leaned over
and kissed the girl, on the lips. They took my hands, reminding me to
take my purse, and they told me that it was time for the pretty miss
'Cinderfella' to get on home. Then they led me out to the foyer.
I was only responding. I was not thinking. I was too stunned. She
knew who I really was. Terry told me it was time to go home. Dumbly, I
searched my purse for the coat check tickets. Then I waited for the
two girls to return to me. Terry held my pink wool coat for me as I
slid my arms into it. The student aid of officer was smiling at the
coat I was letting Janet put on me. Then they each took one of my
elbows, and led me down the stairs and out into the cold night.
The chilly air soon cleared my head. I was just about in my right
mind by the time we reached the apartment. Janet reminded me to gather
up my skirts as I made it up the steps, so that I would not trip and
fall back on her. She giggled as she said I would cause quite a stir,
if they had to take me to the hospital in my beautiful ball gown. We
then entered the apartment.
I removed my coat and plopped onto the sofa, amidst a loud
rustling and a pretty splaying out of my skirts about me, in a most
feminine fashion. I felt like one of the gay nineties ladies, in the
movies. 'Cinderfella?' Yeah, I guess I was, at that.
Then Terry introduced me to her life long friend Mona. Mona
giggled and told me that she meant what she had said in the pub, about
me looking so precious, that she'd like to eat me. When she told me
that, the very same instant, I got a hard on.
I should tell her about it I knew, because, she really did want to eat
me. But I was so ashamed of these effeminate emotions that were
driving me now. She went on and she said that it was her life long
dream to meet a pretty boy who would let her dress him up as a young
doll lady, and it really turned her on to see what a beautiful young
lady that I turned out to be.
She wanted very much to see what a boy would look like, amidst silk
and lace. Well. Her words had made my erection ultra hard again, but I
was too ashamed of it to admit it to her. I did not want this strange
girl to see what I had spilled in my panties, especially since she
would know that it was because I had been out dancing with boys.
Janet laughed at my confused expression. She told me it made me
look really cute. She rose, and poured us white wine, then went over
and sat beside Mona, resting her hand on Mona's thigh, as though she
was quite used to touching this pretty young woman in such an intimate
fashion.
Mona said it was time that Janet should explain things to me. I
listened carefully to her words, astounded and delighted.
"You see, Beverly, I live in a state where everything a woman
owns, reverts to her husband's keeping and ownership. Now, I am in
line, in a couple of years, to come into a very large sum of money, as
an inheritance. There is only one catch. In order to get it, I have to
be married before I turn 21 years old.
Mona grew up with me, and she knows all about this dilemma that I
face. I want that money. It is rightfully mine. But, if I get married,
it will go to the guy I marry, and I will lose all control over it. He
could totally waste every cent of it, and there would be absolutely
nothing that I could do about it, but to watch him fritter away my
wealth. Mona and I have talked about this many, many times. I am sure
you can see how unfair it seems to me.
Last year, we came up with a brilliant idea. If I got married to a
guy, who would be willing to sign his identity over to me, and at the
same time, be willing to assume my identity, then I could legally
pretend that I was he.
It is absolutely essential that we find one man who will actually be
willing to sign his actual identity over to me. That way, he would not
be able to change his mind later on. He would legally be able to
pretend that he was I. That way, when I did get married, all the money
that should have gone to my husband, would go to him and be
transferred over to me, because I would be the husband. It will all
come to me. I will be in control of all my own money.
The thing was, I needed a very special kind of guy. Firstly, it
would have to be a guy with no immediate relatives that he would have
to answer to, which would complicate this thing. If he had any very
close relatives, he could just not give up his identity very easily.
They might start looking for him, and if they found out, they could
blow the whole idea. I would then lose all the money to him.
Secondly, it would have to be someone who was poor enough that he
would have no economic ties to his old identity. He also had to be
poor enough, that the idea of a life time of f financial security
would be appealing to him. In other words, he would have to need money
badly enough, that he would be willing to become a woman, in order to
get for himself, a life time of financial security.
Thirdly, he had to be a guy who would be small enough, physically and
have enough of my facial features, to conceivably look like me and
take over my identity. He would also have to have the gentleness of
spirit to be able to pass himself off as a lady of gentle breeding, as
I was raised to be.
Fourthly, he had to be just perverted enough that we would be able to
talk him into trying to wear my dresses, to see if he was able to
enjoy the experience of pretending to be a girl. And, to see if he
could be feminine enough to act naturally like a real girl. We did not
want to end up with someone like those drag queens you saw tonight at
the bash tonight. They make a mockery of woman hood.
'We figured that if he was an introverted book wormy type, then he
would probably have never had much of a relationship with girls. So,
he just might, if he sees how nicely pretty girls are treated, like
the idea of having people hitting on him for the rest of his life,
instead of being rejected when he tried to hit on girls.
We figured that if we could find a guy like this, and we were able to
give him some of his first sexual encounters while he was wearing sexy
feeling girl's clothes, then he might just be willing to become a girl
for a long period of time. We did not want him to actually really
become a girl; just to live as though he really were one, namely
really were me.
We had absolutely no idea of where we could look for such a
person, as we were pretty sure that such a person would be pretty
rare. When Mona got the job at this college last year, we knew that
she would have access to thousands of student records, and she would
be able to find the right kind of guy, if he entered into this
college. We did not want to advertise in one of the sleazy magazines,
because you never know what you might get. We had to pick someone that
had a pretty clean back ground, for health reasons, and one who had
some dignity, as a southern lady is raised to have dignity in her
bearing. Those magazines would not have led us to such a person, as we
required meeting.
Frankly, we were beginning to wonder if we really ever would find
someone. Mona has checked thousands of student files over the last few
months. The school thinks that she just likes working overtime with
out being paid, so they let her have complete access to all the files.
We were beginning to think that no such a person as we required, might
be on campus. There is a lot at stake here honey, an awful lot. We had
to have just exactly the right person.
Because of her position at the school, Mona will be able to fudge
the records a bit, so that he will eventually end up receiving my
diploma, and I would receive his. But, he would have to enrol in next
January term, in my classes, only he'd enrol as Beverly J. Price. Mona
can fix it up for us, to make it all legal.
Our plan is this. I would enrol in his name, to business
administration classes, while he would take the more femininely
oriented design courses, in my name. That way, later on in life, we
could invest in a ladies fashion store, with him making the designs,
and I could manage the store, if we decided to do that. Or, I could
just give him, I guess that I should be saying her, enough money to
start her own business, like a designer dress boutique, and I could
help her manage it, to make sure that she was financially secure for
the rest of her life.
We thought that maybe the idea was a futile one after Mona's long
searching, but then you came along. Mona immediately recognised your
potential. She saw that you had the right build and some of my facial
features. She thought that you could easily pass as my sister, if I
had one, even looking like a boy the way that you did when she first
met you.
She checked your student records and found that your nearest of kin
lives across the country, and has a different surname than you do. She
looked up your academic records, and learned that you were certainly
the book wormy type of person we were looking for. She spent a lot of
time talking with you, in the pretence of trying to help you find a
place to live, and she decided that you had the gentleness of spirit
that we were searching for.
You grew up in a home full of women. To us, that meant that you
were no stranger to the ways of women or of what is thought of as
women's housework. She seemed to sense that you were able to be easily
intimidated by females, and that you did not seem to have an over
active sense of machismo in you nature. So, she called me, and we
agreed to see if you might be the kind of person that we were looking
for.
So, now you know why I let you stay here, and why I have tried so
hard to get you to wear my clothes and to try to keep you in my
clothes. I was astounded at how easy it was to get you to dress up in
my sexiest girl's clothes. But, more than that, I was astounded to see
that you seemed to be more than willing to wear only my clothes, and
even going to the point of letting a big bruiser like Jake kiss you
the way he did. I bet you even came in your panties. You sure did look
like you loved what was happening to you anyway.
Really now, in all honesty, you must have thought that it was kind
of strange that I wanted you to wear skirts and dresses all of the
time? Well, now I know how much you do love to wear them. Now what I
am hoping for, is that you will consider wearing them for the rest of
your life, or at least till after we are married?
I will promise to take very good care of you, Beverly. I will buy
you the most beautiful clothes, dresses that is, and so that you can
always be in the height of fashion, within reasonable limits that is,
as any husband would insist on.
I will spare no cost for your beauty treatments. I promise to give you
complete freedom. If you found that you liked guys better, I would not
hold you back. In fact, I kind of like the idea of being a cuckolded
husband, by a real man. I... I also have my relationship with Mona, as
you might have surmised, so if you like being with guys, that is fine
with me.
Not only that, but I found that I loved to fuck you when you wore
my dresses and pretty little satin panties. I can not describe how
nice it was to see a pretty boy lying there, under me as I fucked his
brains out. You are so fucking feminine, that you really turned me on.
You will find that Mona is even more aggressive than I am in that
area. She is the real butch even if I am going to be the guy, and I
know that she can hardly wait to her hands up that pretty dress you
are wearing right now. She might even want you to move in with her and
be her wife too. All she could talk about all night as we were
watching you, was how horny you were making her.
In other words, dear Beverly, you are an answer to my prayers.
Now, after I saw you with that big goon Jake, I know that you really
do love the whole idea of being a real girl. By the way, I asked Jake
to go after you like that, because I wanted to see how you would
react. Guys don't normally act like that on a dance floor. It was
pretty obvious that you were enjoying yourself immensely though. You
are a natural girl, Beverly, and in my opinion, you should not even
be allowed the option of being a boy. It is just not in you.
So, now that I am pretty sure about you, I can ask you, will you
consider doing me the honour of becoming my wife?"
I was stunned at her revelations. I was also stunned at her
opinions of my rather questionable masculinity, because she was right,
and I knew that she was right. They read me like a book.
"This is so much to think about, Janet. Can I think about it for a
while?"
"Well, I have a better idea. Why don't you sleep on it? In fact, I
am pretty certain that Mona has an Idea of where she would like you to
sleep on it too?"
'You bet I do. In my apartment, I have the most sinfully, slutty
little red satin night gown, and I can hardly wait to see what you
look like in it. Tomorrow, I'll let you wear any of the pretty dresses
that is in my closet.
"Besides that, I can hardly wait to hear every little detail of
what it felt like for you to be dancing with guys. And I want to know
how you felt about letting them kiss you, like you were a real girl.
I'd like to know if you really felt the way we feel when it happens to
us what do you say? You want to come home with me, pretty lady?"
The only thing that I could do was to let my hard on move over to
rest in the front of my dress, hoping that they would not notice it,
and gently rub the engorged erection. The Idea of pretty Mona dressing
me in one of her sexy night gowns, and then of coming home again
tomorrow morning, wearing one of her dresses, was a very, very
intoxicating idea. I was helpless to resist. I let her sweep me off my
feet. She told me to stop what I was doing, because that was her job.
I knew that she was referring to my self masturbation. I was so
ashamed of being caught. But, I did what she told me to.
Chapter Six
I knew that I would be willing to marry Janet, and become Beverly
J. Price, for the rest of my life. I wanted to. Her life just seemed
to be so much more preferable then the one I had been leading to date.
I wanted to go along with the change of status. I had envied her from
the moment that I had first seen her, and the idea of actually
becoming her in a sense, was like a dream coming to reality. Yes, I
would willingly give her my masculine identity, in exchange for her
womanly one.
It is now two weeks before Christmas. I have not been in school since the bash. Mona and Janet have it arranged so that I will be enrolled in the graphics design classes starting in the January semester. I will be entering the class as Miss Beverly J. Price. Mona photocopied all of Janet's school records, and opened a new file for me, in my new name, placing the copies into that file, so that I would have a legal identity as far as school records are concerned, if anyone ever decided to check up on it. That was pretty unlikely though.
Mona has also arranged for Janet to start taking classes in my old
name, Mr. Terry L. Johnson. Since Terry is a girl's or a boy's name,
and school roster records for the teachers do not show the sex of the
student. Mona figured that she could get away with it. So, Janet will
officially become Terry, and I will officially become Beverly.
Terry has decided that though she will be using my name and taking
courses in my name, that she does not want to start living as a boy
yet. She will not do that till after graduation. That is when we
planned to sign and register the legal contract that she has had a law
student draw up for us.
That agreement was the contract you read at the start of this story. I
have no idea how she got someone to draw up that contract, but she
did. I can only admire her resourcefulness. I could hardly wait for
the time to arrive when I would sign it, forsaking my entire life as a
boy for that of the girl that I most admired in life.
But as is usual, with her ability to state the obvious, Janet
insists that it will look pretty strange for me to take my dress
designing classes, using the name of Beverly, if I do not show up to
my classes if I am not wearing her clothes. She thinks that I should
also get in the habit of wearing dresses to school, at least once in a
while.
She said that there is only one other guy in the class, and he is as
queer as a three dollar bill. The girls make fun of him constantly,
and she thinks it would be wise for me to avoid that kind of unwanted
pressure in my life, as I already have enough pressure, adjusting to
living like a girl. So, I agreed to start going to school, in January,
enrolled as a co-ed. To be entirely honest with you, dear reader,
the thought of sitting in a school classroom all day long, while
wearing a dress and make up is just too Intoxicating a prospect for
me. Because I know that I will be doing that, I walk around the
apartment with a constant boner in my panties.
Aside from that, not a whole lot else has happened yet. I have not
worn male clothes of any description since the bash. Now that I know
how I feel about being around boys, I find I would rather not wear
boy's clothes any way. It just would not seem right, in some strange
way. It somehow, if possible, makes me feel less like a queer, to be
living as a full time girl.
Since wearing my first dress a life time ago, I have lost about 15
lbs., due to a Jane Fonda work out tape that Mona bought for me as a
joke. But, I put on my pink tights every day, and run the tape and I
do the exercises right along with the girls on the tape.
I also have had noticeable growth in my chest. I can easily fit
into an AA cup, with my own flesh now. Also my nipples are quite
large, and very sensitive. I nearly go nuts when Janet starts
caressing them through my bra. If she or Mona start kissing them, I do
go off my rocker. It is the most sensual thing that I have ever had
the privilege of feeling.
I finally got Janet to admit to me that she has been secret giving
me female hormones in my food, ever since I first started living with
her. The hormones have caused my hair to come in even thicker than it
was too. My facial and my leg hair though is thinning. I have almost
no chest hair now. I never had much anyway, but now it is even less.
It has also made my waist slimmer and my hips a bit bigger. My new
measurements right now are a nicely pleasing 35 1/2" - 27 1/4" - 35".
It secretly does feel nice to be able to look like a woman without all
kinds of corsetry or foundation garments, when I put on a dress. I
still do wear corsets, because I love how they feel on me.
So, I have actually become quite comfortable in my new life style.
True to her word, Janet took me shopping and bought me my own
wardrobe. She knows that a lot of my pleasure comes from wearing
clothes that other girls wear, so, she and Mona do lend me their stuff
on a pretty regular basis, just as they borrow some of my new stuff.
They treat me like they would treat any other girl friend. I love it.
Janet pays for everything for me. I have received anything that I
asked her for. She had me use her identification cards to go to the
bank, and open a checking account in my name, and she deposits money
in it for me, though I never really need to use it, as she takes very
good care of me. Last week, I received my first Mastercharge credit
card in the name Or Miss Beverly J. Price. That was kind of a thrill.
Janet and Mona do not even refer to me as a guy any more, when we
are talking. They include me in all the girl talk that they do, just
as though I were a real girl. For example, if they want to talk about
menstrual problems, they do not wait till I leave the room. They just
discuss it openly with me right there. I am half convinced that in
their minds, even though I do have regular sexual relations with both
of them, they think of me as a girl.
The only possible problem that I can foresee is on the way, coming
over to the apartment, right now. It is Mona's brother, John.
John showed up two weeks ago, to stay with his sister at her apartment
for a visit. He was living in Vancouver, but he was laid off because
of robotics replacing his job. Last week he decided to relocate, here.
So, he came to live with his sister Mona, till he decides what he
wants to do. From what Mona tells me, he has a lot of money in his
bank account. She teases me about what a good catch he would be for a
girl.
John, like Mona, is bisexual; at least that is what Mona tells me.
He is 5' 9" tall, with sandy blond hair and a moustache. He is also
very athletically inclined. John seemed to like me as soon as he met
me.
Mona had also, when she found out that he kind of like me told him
that I was really a guy. And that seemed to intrigue him. Mona and
Janet have been real teases about him too. They think that the four of
us should double date some time, with me being John's date, of course.
The problem is this. If he likes me and if he starts to kiss me, I
am afraid that I will not stop him. I am afraid that I will kiss him
back. I am very afraid that if he wants to make love to me, that, I
will not resist his advances. I do not want to be a queer, but l am
beginning to think that I am, even if I do really enjoy making it with
the girls.
The fact is, with them, I always assume the feminine role anyway, and
I like it a lot better that way. But having a guy like you is a very
different thing. At least with Janet or Mona, even though I always
take the girl's role, at least l am making it with real girls... Not
guys.
John and I have gotten to know each other a bit over the last two
weeks, and I really do like him. He makes me feel so comfortable when
l am with him. But, we have never been alone together before. The
girls have always been around when ever John was here, or if we were
at Mona's place. I was glad of that. But, it was about to change now.
John called me about twenty minutes ago to tell me that he had
nothing to do for the day, and he wanted to know if it would be all
right for him to come over for a while. He said he had a new video
tape that he thought l might like to see. Since all of my housework
was done, and since 1 am not in school at present, I do not have
school work to do, so I had no reason that I could give him for not
coming over.
I was so ashamed of what I did, as soon as I hung up the phone.
I'd been wearing a grungy old house dress for the first half of the
morning. As soon as I hung up the phone, I ran to my room, and put on
fresh make-up and put on a white satin dress that Janet bought for me.
The very full and flowing skirt was covered in a delicate white lace.
It had long sleeves and when it was zippered, it was a little on the
tight side around the torso area. Janet loves it on me. She tells me
that I can not hide what I have, when I am wearing it. She was
referring to my budding new feminine breasts.
I know that all dresses are feminine, but somehow, this one seems to
be really feminine and it is one of my favourites. It also has a four
inch wide belt that accentuates my tiny corseted waist to maximum
effect. The collar is high, almost Victorian in appearance, and has
lace that froths out from under my chin, and falls in a delicate
cascade to the top of my belt. I also put on high heels for him.
Then, as though I had been wearing this dress all day long, I went
back to the couch to sit and wait for John to come with his video
tape. I was so ashamed of myself, because I wanted for him to see me
looking pretty. I was also ashamed of myself for not wanting him to
see how I looked when I was wearing grungies. I knew that it was a
typically feminine reaction, but he was a guy, and so was I. Those was
the facts, as the expression goes. I was not supposed to feel or act
like this. I felt guilty, but as they say, the dice are thrown.
John just came to the door, rapped lightly, and walked in, as
though he lived here. He did not wait for me to get up to show him in.
I was too surprised to react, and I just sat there. When he saw me, he
smiled. He told me that I was very pretty today.
I blushed as my face burned. It was what I had been hoping he
would say. I was so ashamed of my feelings. I did not want for another
guy to know that I could be pleased with a compliment that was meant
specifically for females of the species. Yet that was the way that I
felt. I felt like a giddy little boy crazy school girl, out on her
very first date.
He went over to the television and turned it on. He bent down and
turned on the VCR as well. I watched the muscles in his back ripple as
he bent over. I did not want to think that he was so attractive, but I
did think that. He put the tape into the machine.
He picked up the remote control, and came over to sit on the couch
beside me. I was very aware of his closeness to me. I tried to hide
my tenseness and nervousness by folding my hands in the lap of my
pretty dress. Under my hands, I could feel my erection pressing
against the front of my pretty satin panties. I hated myself for what
was I thinking. I did not want to be a queer, but I was reacting to
another guy just like I was a real girl.
I kept stealing sideways glances at him. I was wondering what it
would feel like if he kissed me. Something inside of me wanted him to
take me in his arms, and to make me act like a woman for him. I did
not want to do it, but this new deeper craving to be treated like a
woman is treated by a man, was so much stronger than my misgivings.
He looked at me and smiled. "Ready Bev?" he asked.
I nodded, afraid to speak, and watched as he raised the remote and
pressed the play button.
The scene that filled the screen was of a very pretty woman
driving in a fire engine red MGB convertible, with the top down and
she was driving over some steep hills, in a cityscape setting. The car
drove for a few minutes, then it pulled up to a nice looking apartment
building. The woman got out, flung her purse over her shoulder, and
began walking with a most attractive swishing in her hips, as she made
her way to the front door of the apartment building. Moments later,
she was knocking on the front door of the apartment with a stylised #
10 on it.
She was wearing a mauve coloured dress that went down to just a
bit below her knees and a white pearl necklace. Her hair was curly and
looked like a halo framing her soft smooth pretty face. I could hear
the rustle of her clothing as she walked. She was quite feminine.
The door was opened by an attractive looking man in a three piece
grey suit, with a white shirt and a red tie. As the door opened all
the way, I realised that the man in the movie was none other than the
John who was seated beside me. I turned and looked at him with an
amazed look on my face. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and told me
that it was a home movie.
In the movie, he leaned over and kissed the girl at his door, and
welcomed her into his house. She breezed in past him, extending her
left hand, to brush the front of his pants as she waltzed by. She
remarked that she was just checking to see if he really was glad to
see her. I admired her for the way she seemed to take charge, using
her sexuality.
She went over and sat on the couch. John poured two wine glasses
full of refreshment and carried them over to where she was sitting,
and he sat on the right side of her. A moment later, her right hand
was rubbing the top of his thigh. Soon, she had opened her mouth to
receive his tongue, which he put into her mouth with the kind of
expertise that was born of much practice.
After a few minutes of kissing her like that, she began to rub his
cock through his pants. She rose and moved over to a place in front of
him, and she knelt down between his wide spread knees. I watched,
fascinated as she opened his belt, unhooked his pants, and lowered his
zipper. I knew that via the movie, I was going to see what his cock
looked like.
He just stood up in front of her. As he let her do so, she raised her
hands to lower his pants to his ankles. She untied his shoe laces,
then removed his shoes, and his pants.
She raised up again and pulled down his white jockey shorts. His cock
bounced out right in front of her face. It even glanced off her left
cheek. I could not help but to wonder what that must feel like. When
she had his shorts off, she reached for his cock, and asked if it
would be all right for her to kiss it. The film showed a close up of
her face as she began to kiss the end of his cock, leaving lip stick
traces all over his shaft. I could see traces of her spittle on his
cock, as she went up one side, and down the other, very slowly. She
gently fondled his hairy balls at the same time.
Then she repeated the process, only this time. She licked his
shaft up and down. From the look on her face, she was really enjoying
what she was doing to him. When she got back to the head of his cock,
she looked up and smiled at John, as she placed her mouth directly on
the tip of his cock, and slowly moved her head forward, filling her
mouth with him. I could see her cheeks bulging out as it filled her
mouth. I could see the look of blissful pleasure in her eyes, as she
looked up at him in a most loving fashion.
The woman continued looking up at him as she moved her head slowly
back and forth. Her cheeks would fill out when she had her mouth full
of his cock, then they would go hollow as she moved back, indicated
that she was sucking him very hard on the shaft as it moved out of
her.
All the time that she was sucking his cock like that, she was looking
up at him and she had a look of bliss on her face. I could not believe
what was going through my mind at that moment. I was actually
wondering what she was feeling as she knelt there, with her mouth full
of a cock. I also envied her. It was obvious that she loved what she
was doing to John. I heard him talking to her in a quiet voice,
complimenting her on being such a vixen cock sucker.
Then, she held her head still and began to masturbate him, with
just the tip of his cock in her mouth, and the thumb of her right hand
on the sensitive underside of his cock. He started to cum into her
mouth, filling it with his load. I could see it trickle out of the
corners of her mouth.
She still held him with just the tip of his cock in her mouth, and
keeping him still, while she kept masturbating him into her mouth,
till he was totally spent. When he started to go soft, she pulled her
head away from him, licking the cum from his cock, and smiled up at
him. She licked her lips, and swallowed the load in her mouth. Then
she told him that she loved sucking his cock almost as much as she
loved getting fucked by it.
John sat down and she stood up in front of him. He reached for the
hem of her dress at her knees and he slowly began pushing it up,
feeling the nylons that she was wearing, all the while. Soon, he had
pushed her dress all the way up to her belly.
The camera went around to John's back to look at the woman. John
was rubbing the front of her bright red silk panties, with much black
lace trimming. When he moved his hand away, I could see that she had a
cock in her panties. John's fingers went into her panty waist and
lowered her pretty panties.
John told her that he would never understand what it was that
turned people like her on like that, about wearing women's clothing.
He also added that he absolutely loved men who were as pretty and as
delicate as she was though, almost as much as he loved a sexy woman.
Then, he lowered his head and gobbled her cock for her. Her moan
and her rapid pelvic movement shoved her immediate release into his
mouth. When she had cum, he raised her panties, pulled down her dress,
and stood up to kiss her. I could see that he was giving her back, her
own cum. He made the comment that only fairies and girls ate cum,
where he came from, as he did so. He also smiled and said that as far
as he was concerned she qualified on both counts.
She smiled and kissed him back. She then gave him a pretty curtsy
and she thanked him for a lovey time. She picked up her purse then
left the apartment, with a sassy swishing of her beskirted fanny. John
dressed himself again, then the movie ended.
I sat there, utterly stunned. True, I had thought thoughts like that,
but to see it in front of my eyes like that was a very different
matter.
"So, Miss Beverly, how did you like my home movie?"
"Uh.... It was not what I was expecting, that is for sure. Uhhh...
Who was she?"
"She was my room mate out west. I did not know that she was a
transvestite for a long time, but one week end, I got home about six
hours before I was supposed to. I found her lying on the couch
watching some television, wearing baby dolls and high heeled shoes,
nylons and with her face all made up.
She was very embarrassed and very apologetic and explained that when
she was very young, her mom used to make her wear her sister's clothes
all the time, and she just some how got to like it more than wearing
boys clothes.
She was so scared that I was going to let every one of our friends
know about her secret. I told her that I would keep her secret, if she
would start to act more like a woman around the house. She wanted to
know what that meant. I told her that it meant that she had to do all
of the housework now, and that she had to blow me every once in a
while.
She told me that she had no problem with doing all the house work, if
I would let her wear a dress when she did it. I told her that I would
expect her to wear dresses around the house from then on. She then
told me that she had never done that before, giving a guy a blow job,
that is.
But you as can see from the movie that we made, that she sure took a
liking to sucking my cock, after a little while." "Oh..." I was so
scared. I knew what was going to happen. I feared it. I wanted it to
happen. I hated being such a faggot queer. But I wanted to do what the
girl on the film had done to this man. I was torn with terrible fear
and indecision. John made up my mind for me.
He moved over to me, and put his left arm around my shoulders, in
a very gentle way. He put his right hand down on my beskirted lap,
right on top of the erection that I had been trying vainly to hide
from him. He very gently began to move his hand rubbing the girl
material of my panties into my boy cock. I tried not to, but I moaned.
His fingers seemed so big and so strong, I felt like he could break it
right off me, if he wanted to do so. I loved the way it felt to be so
weak and vulnerable with a man.
"I bet that you would like to do all of the things that Jane did
to me, in the movie, wouldn't you, Beverly?"
He kept rubbing the front of my dress. Then he leaned over and
kissed me. Just like he had done to the girl in the movie, he shoved
his tongue into my mouth. Involuntarily, I reached my right hand up to
rest on his shoulder, and I sucked his tongue for him. He made me feel
every inch a girl, and I loved the feeling. I loved being treated like
a girl is supposed to be treated.
He kissed me for nearly ten minutes like that; then, he moved his
head back. He moved his hand from the front of my dress and placed it
on my right knee. He shifted back a bit on the couch.
"Beverly, you have got to say the words to me. Did you like my
movie? And you have to be honest."
"Yes... I did."
"Did it make you feel like a real girl when I kissed you?"
"Yes. I felt like a real girl when you kissed me."
"Do you really like feeling like a girl?"
"Yes... Oh yes... I never want to be a boy again."
"Would you... Would you like to be as much of a girl as Jane was
in our home movie?"
I mumbled my response, but he wanted me to speak it out loudly and
clearly.
My face burned with the shame of having to admit my most secret
desires to someone, especially to a guy.
"Oh John, I have never done anything like this before. I am just so
confused by my feelings."
"Hey, it is really very simple. You feel like a girl. You look
like a girl. You like the idea of doing all the things that girls do,
especially with guys. The proof of that is in your panties right now.
So, it is about time that you find out what it feels like to do it. I
am going to go into the bath room and take my clothes off. If you are
not here when I get back I will just go home and I will never bother
you about this again. If you are here when I get back, I will know
that you want to know what it feels like to become a pretty cock
sucker. Fair enough?"
I did not respond. I was just too stunned. I just sat there, torn
apart inside. There was a terrible war of wills and conscience going
on in my psyche. I recalled vividly what his cock had looked like, and
how Jane had looked when she had it inside of her mouth.
True to his word, John went into the bath room. I wanted so very
much to get up and to run outside, but I was rooted to the spot. Ten
minutes later, John came out of the bath room, totally naked and I was
still seated on the couch. I was so ashamed, because, I knew from the
look on his face, that he was really looking forward to getting his
cock sucked, by me.
He stood there smiling with a rather superior looking smirk on his
face. He knew what I was on the inside, better than I knew myself. I
could easily see the well defined muscular chest, his fur covered flat
belly, his well muscled thighs, and. Very obvious to me, was the
flaccid cock at his middle. I could not help but look at it. It seemed
to draw my eyes to it. Aside from my own, it was the only other one
that I had ever seen. It seemed repulsive to me, and ugly. Yet, it
fascinated me. This was a man standing in front of me. I could never
be a man like him. I knew it, and he knew it. In his mind, I belonged
in panties and dresses, because I could never be a man like him. I was
inferior, like a girl, to him.
I shuddered as I also realised, that very soon, the cock that I
was looking at was likely going to be inside of my mouth. I would be
making it cum for me, just as John's previous girl friend in the movie
had done for him. I would become a real live fairy boy. I would be
just like one of those guys that they always made jokes about.
"Well, I guess there is no more kidding about who is a fairy boy
or not, any more, is there Miss Beverly? Stand up Baby. Stand right
here in front of me, my pretty boy in a pretty dress."
I was mesmerised. He reached his hand out to help me up. I
smoothed my skirts out as I stood up, and I was nearly doubling over
with the pain of the erection in my panties. When he crooked his
fingers to me and grasped my hand, I slowly rose to my high heel clad
feet, and the then I slowly moved over to stand right in front of him,
where he had indicated for me to stand. He made me feel that he was so
strong, that I could not disobey his wishes for me. It was like a
lovely dream. He made me feel special to him.
He gently took my right hand, by the wrist, and ever so slowly, he
bought it from my side to right in front of him, and held it in front
of him for a long minute, all the while, looking deeply into my eyes.
He turned the palm of my hand upward, then with his right hand, he
lifted his stiffening member, and he lay in on my hand. He then turned
my fingers inwards so that my hand was wrapped around his cock.
Humiliation flooded me. This was a girl position that I was in. He
was treating me like I was a real girl. Though I felt intense
humiliation, I wanted to be a girl for him.
John smiled at me. "So, Beverly, you like to hold a man's cock in
your pretty hand?"
I looked at him. A horribly hot flush of shame crossed my cheeks,
burning me with its blush. I truly felt like a weak little indecisive
girl.
'Tell me the truth, Baby, or I'll take it away from you."
"Yes." I had never felt such a deep sense of intimate shame
before. It was heavenly.
"Yes what, Sweetpants?"
"Yes John... I like... Uhhh, hol... hol... holding your cock for
you."
"You are doing what a real girl does... You know that eh?"
"Yes... I know it John."
"Does it make you feel more like a real girl, Miss Beverly'
Ye... Yes... It does."
"Well, most of the girls that I know of, when they get a chance to
get my cock in their hands, they start to jack me off. You want to
masturbate your boy friend, Beverly?"
I started, ever so slightly to move my hand, hardly daring to
believe that I was actually having the courage to stand here in front
of this hunky guy, wearing a pretty dress, and holding his cock in my
hand. As I felt the worm move in my hand. It started to grow. For some
very strange reason, this pleased me. I was anxious to see how big I
could make it. I felt flattered that I could make him grow like that,
for me. It was only a few seconds before the cock had become a big
hard satiny smooth hard on for me. John smiled. I slowly, as though I
were in a trance, raised my left hand and rested it gently over his
left breast. I felt his soft curly chest hair under my hand. I felt
completely womanised.
"Babe, you do that like you were naturally born to jack a guy off.
You are really very good at this honey. Take it from me. I have had a
lot of chicks jack me off before, and you are good."
I blushed at his words of praise for my ability to do what a woman
does.
"No, before I let you suck my cock, I want to see what you got in
your panties. Come closer over here."
He took my hand and led me over, as he went over and sat down in
an easy chair. He took my hand and gently pulled me down, directing me
to sit on his lap. It felt so strange, yet I liked lt. John wrapped
his strong arms around me and kissed me on my lips, very slowly
playing with my lips with his tongue, till I opened my mouth to
receive him inside of my body.
I could not stop my arms from going up and around his neck. I felt as
though I were embracing him, lovingly. That was how girls should feel
about their boy friends... But it was a very foreign feeling for me to
feel about "my" boy friend. It was the first time that I felt like
this about another boy. I felt strangely liberated to. It was freeing
to me, to at last be acting like a real girl in a real life situation,
not just wearing dresses and panties all the time. This was a real man
in whose lap I was seated.
His right hand caressed my back and my left shoulder. He raised
his hand to the back of my head then caressed down again. He moved it
to the front of my chest. I could feel his strong fingers on my
breasts, and involuntarily, I shoved my chest out into his hand. His
strong fingers felt so nice on my budding breasts. I could feel him
kneading the engorged nipples, and I whimpered. It made me feel so
girlish to be held like this. I felt the heat of his hands, and I
wanted to yield to them.
After kissing me like that for a long time, I felt his hand make
its way down to my knee. I thrilled as I felt his hand go under my
skirt. I looked down, because, I wanted to see what a man's hand under
my skirt looked like. It looked lovely to me.
To my mind, the most vulnerable and weak position a girl can be in is
to have a man's hand roaming around under her skirt. I could feel his
hand making small caressing circles on my nyloned thighs, and I nearly
feinted. This was such a womanly feeling for me. I was completely in
his control and I loved the feeling.
But, when I felt his fingers as he finally made it to the front of
my silk panties, 1 almost screamed. I was thankful that my mouth was
so full of his tongue at the moment that I felt first a man's hand
touch my pantied cockette. I nearly leapt on his lap. I heard him
chuckle about that. It felt like any one of his fingers was bigger
than my whole cockette. It felt like he could break it off if he
wanted to. He was in control. He wore the pants.
Instead of breaking it off, he slowly felt out the shape of my
silk clad cock, Caressing it up and down, like it was something
delicate and precious to him. I felt his hand explore around to my
sides, forcing his fingers between my panties and the dress I was
sitting on as he felt my bum cheeks, and then went back to the front
of my panties.
I shivered in wonder at the sensation of feeling so small and so
vulnerable as a man's hand was handling my girlified cock for the
first time in my life. I loved this. He kept brushing lightly over
that very sensitive part under the head of my cock. I spasmed with the
bliss of the feel of it, every time his fingers touched me there,
knowing that it was through girl's panties... "My" girl's panties,
that he was touching me.
He let his fingers explored down between my legs. He felt my
little balls, and then, he started to push his fingers up into the
place fight between my legs, where he could have entered me if I had
been a real girl. This was a wild, weird sensation. I clung to his
neck and moaned as I sucked on his tongue. I could feel his delight at
my reaction to being touched where he touched real girls.
His fingers left that area, and went back up to the front of my
panties. He spread his hand over the front of me, making me feel very
small and vulnerable. Then, with a quick movement, he grasped me and
twisted it, almost but not quite painfully. All I could feel was the
intimate girl material of my panties being ground into the only inches
of boy hood that I had left to me.
I whimpered, feeling utterly out of control of myself, and I
exploded uncontrollably into his hand. He continued to twist my cock,
grinding my panties into me, constantly reminding me that I was
utterly under his control, and that he could hurt me if he wanted to.
I would not be able to stop him. This awareness was delightful to me.
I shivered and moaned as he milked me and I fell, relaxed into the
embrace of his arms. He held me like that till I started to go soft in
his hand.
"Why don't you go and change your panties, Beverly. I will wait
for you out here, okay?"
I did not say anything. I just went to my room, cleaned up the
mess, and picked out another pair of panties to wear. When I had the
fresh ones on, I hesitated before going back out into the living room.
He was there, my man lover, and he was waiting for me.
He was waiting to have me make love to him in the same way that a
woman makes love to a man. I shuddered. I remembered the look of bliss
on the girl/boy's face in the movie, and I hoped I would like sucking
his cock as much as she had seemed to like doing it.
I opened the door and smiled at him as I walked out into the room.
He was lying, naked on the couch, with one foot up and one foot on the
floor legs wide open. He was watching the scene of her sucking him off
again, as he was playing with his cock. He was quite handsome, I
realised. I also realised that something in me wanted to be the one
who was playing with his cock for him.
"Well there, Miss Beverly, are we ready for our debut of making
love to a man?"
"I... I guess so." I giggled nervously. I felt like a 12 year old
virgin girl.
"Here," he tossed a pillow onto the floor, "Kneel on that. I am a
firm believer that the first time that a pretty girl ever sucks a cock
she should be made to feel inferior to the superior man. She should be
in a position of complete humility and servitude to him. That means,
she should be kneeling in front of him. If she is good a good cock
sucker In that position, then, later on she will be able to graduate
to more relaxed positions, provided that she always remembers that
cock sucking, for girls, is a position of inferiority and of servitude
to her man. Do you have any kind of problem with that philosophy,
Beverly?"
I did not know what to say or do. I knew that I was going to do
it. I knew that he could make me do it. I knew that I wanted to do it.
I did not know yet if I really would have the guts to do it, but I
wanted to find out. I felt that I had to know if I could.
So, not knowing what else to do, I just smiled shamefacedly at him,
and went over to where the pillow was. I watched the grin of arrogant
superiority spread across his handsome face as I let my self sink to
my knees on the pillow. My skirt splayed out around me as I lowered
myself to the pillow. Then I waited for him.
John rose and slowly he walked over to where I was kneeling as he
walked, his cock bounced up and down. He grasped his cock in his hand
and slowly he began to rub it on my cheeks.
"You know Miss Beverly, I just can not help but to love you
sissies. You guys make me feel so fucking superior to you. You prance
about in your little girlie clothes, and you betray your man hood, so
that you can act like sexy little girls. Then you cannot wait for the
chance to prove how girlish you are, by sucking off a real man. Well,
you can blow me anytime you want to Beverly. You can blow me for two
reasons. One, you make me feel so superior and manly around you. The
other reason is, I love to get my rocks off, even if it is on a
pretend girl who is willing to get my rocks off for me."
His words burned me like slaps across the face. But, he did not
say anything that was not true. I listened to him, totally ashamed of
what I had allowed myself to become. I had another hard on in my
panties to. He put his hand on my head, and then he moved his cock so
that the tip of it was on my lips.
"I bet you can hardy wait to open your mouth and get my cock
inside of your body, just like a real girl wants to feel a man inside
of her body, can you, Beverly? Well, slut... Go ahead. It's all yours
now."
I felt so ashamed. Yet, I moved my lips so that my mouth was
opening. As my mouth was opening, his cock began to move slowly inside
of my body. He was pulling my head towards him. Lightly forcing his
cock into my mouth. The head of his cock was so dry. I felt it slowly
slide across my lips. I wondered if I was leaving traces of my lip
stick on him, like the girl in the movie had.
I looked up at him, and all I could see was that look of arrogance
and superiority on his face. I felt so humiliated, and yet so
wonderfully, deliriously happy. I knew now what I was. I knew that if
he did not force me to take his cock into my mouth, I would gladly
suck it for him, any time, almost any place. I had now become one of
those queer characters that I had despised for most of my life. And,
knowing that, I knew that there was a lot of joy to be had in being so
perverse. Yes, I was John's new girl friend, and I liked the way he
felt inside of my mouth. I was flattered that as a girl, that I could
make him so hot for me.
In it went. I had never felt my mouth being so full ever before.
He pushed it in till his cock hit the back of my throat, and I almost
gagged. John realised he had pushed it too far in, and pulled it back
a fraction of an inch. He laughed and made a comment that I would have
to learn how to deep throat. I had no idea of what that meant, but it
sounded sexy and dirty to me.
Here I was, completely girlified. I was on my knees in front of a
sexy man, and my mouth full of his good sized man cock. I did not know
what to do next. He had taken his hand off my head. I remembered the
image of the girl in the film. So, I moved my lips around, and I
started to lick his shaft. I could not move my tongue very much, but I
was able to lick it enough that he could feel what I was doing to him.
I also locked my lips around him, and pulled my head back, sucking him
like a lollipop. I also did not want to spill any of his cum all over
my lovely dress. Janet would know for sure what it was, if she saw it.
"That's it Babe. Coax daddy's big wad right out of him. Suck me
and make me cum for you, Babe. Eat my cock, pretty baby, that's right.
Ohhh... You are a natural, just a natural born cock sucker. Man, you
are such a good cock sucker, Beverly; I just might take you home with
me tonight and keep you in my bed forever. You would be my sissy wife.
I bet that you would like that, eh?"
He talked, and the cock in my panties grew even more. As soon as
the newness of having a cock in my mouth wore off, I began to enjoy
the texture of the hardness of it on my lips and my tongue. I moved my
head back and forth slowly, licking every square inch of it. I felt
the shaft moving across my lips, and I liked the feel of it. It was
like my little baby, and I wanted to make him cum for me. I felt so
womanly for him. I wanted to please him.
I could not help but to reach down and rub the front of my dress.
I made myself explode into my panties, just as I was making him start
to explode into my mouth
He started to spurt his big gobs of salty, hot, thick cum into my
mouth. I locked my lips tightly around him. I did not want to lose any
of his cum. Real girls took this reward into their bellies, and that
was what I wanted to do to. I wanted this reward inside of my belly,
to make me feel like a real girl. I had certainly been acting like
one, and now I wanted the reward that girls get from their boy
friends, ever since my sister Eve had first taken it from Adam.
Strangely, thinking of John as my boy friend did not turn me off
in the least. In fact, it had just the opposite effect. I was a girl
and I had a real live boy friend. Not only that, but I was making love
to him the way girls do to their guys. I felt warm, and pleased to be
a girl. This was the real me, the feminine me.
I put both of my hands on the cheeks of his bum, and tried to keep
him from falling out of my mouth. I felt his cum starting to dribble
out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I sucked and licked
at him, till he was no longer shooting into me.
I swallowed my reward. And I continued to suck him till I got
nearly everything off his cock. As I had seen the girl in the movie
do. When he came out of my mouth, I licked at him and kissed him, till
he was pretty clean.
When he was soft, I leaned back and looked up at him. I knew I had
a question in my eyes. I was so very ashamed of the question that was
in my mind. But, I wanted to know.
"Beverly, you did very good. You are a very good cock sucker. You
are so good, I might even send a friend of mine over here so you can
suck him off too."
I blushed. I blushed from his praise, and I blushed because of his
idea to send a friend over. I secretly knew that if he did send a
friend over, that I would suck him off too. I knew now that I really
did like being dressed up in girl's clothes, and sucking a cock, like
real girls get to do.
I watched as John dressed himself again. He came over and stood in
front of me. I raised my arms to his shoulders, and he pulled me
tightly against him. I welcomed his kiss. Like girls in the movies
did, I even raised one foot out behind me. I just loved doing every
little thing that real girls got to do. It made me feel so wonderful
to do womanly feminine things. I felt so free when I acted like a
woman acts.
'You know that the next time I see you, I might want to take to
you bed, don't you?"
"Yes, I know, John."
"And you would like me to seduce you, the way a man seduces a
lovely woman, Miss Beverly?"
"I don't know. I really liked what we did today, so I guess I
would like the other things you want to do to me too?" I wished that I
still had enough of a boy in me to tell him to take a hike, but I did
not. Instead, I could hardly believe that I was hearing myself tell
him that I would probably like it if he tried to fuck me, like I was a
girl.
"You are one very hot fox, you know that, Beverly... I can hardly
wait to see you waking up in my bed one morning, seeing you all
dressed up in a sexy little feminine night gown, and crawling down
under the covers to suck me off again.
After you suck me off, I would lie in bed and watch you get dressed up
in your pretty girlie clothes, and you would make my breakfast for me.
You would bring it in to me, and while I am eating my toast, you would
eat my cock again. I get hard just thinking about it, Beverly. I bet
you can hardly wait for it either. Well, you remember girl, you got a
boy friend who loves you now, and he likes the way that you please
him."
His words caused a blush of shame to cross my face. I could never
deny that I would like to do what he had just said. He'd know that I
would be lying if I said no. I just felt so perverted and sissy like.
I felt like a fairy queen. I felt delightfully girlish.
I was surprised to find that I genuinely hoped it would not be too
long before he wanted to take me out on a date. Then John kissed me
again. He took his tape out of the VCR, and left me alone with my
thoughts about what had just happened.
I had a day to think about what had happened to me, about what I
had done with John, my boy friend. Many times, I went and looked In
the mirror, and pursed my lips in order to smile at the newest pretty
cock sucker that I saw there.
Now, though the brand, 'cock sucker' did not seem so repugnant to me
any more. Now I knew that it was a name that I could live with, even
if it did mean that I was so perverse. I also wondered if I would get
the chance to do it again, soon.
I had liked making it with a guy, just as much as had I liked making
it with the girls.
I blushed prettily, as I realised that from now on, for the rest
of my life, every time I looked in a mirror, I would know that I was
looking at a cock sucker. I was a full fledged now. I was officially,
a real live fairy. I had done what girls do. I felt wonderful, knowing
that I had so intimately identified with the female gender. I kind of
liked the feeling of being a real girl. I felt girlish all over again.
It was like a strong intoxication for me.
At least now, I no longer had to guess about whether or not I
could like boys. I liked them, a lot. And I knew that I wanted to do
with boys, well... with one boy anyway, just about everything that
real girls get to do with real boys. I now knew that I was about as
much of a girl as someone like me could ever get to be.
As soon as Janet came home, she instinctively knew that I had made
love to John, the way a girl just seems to be able to sense things
like that. She knew it immediately, and it only took a few sharp
questions before she had me confessing the whole thing.
I sat blushing, as she called up Mona and told Mona what I had
just confessed to her. Mona was ecstatic about the idea that I was
really that completely feminine after all. I also knew that Janet,
while she was happy about it, was just a wee bit jealous, about having
shared her 'wife' with another man.
What really made me blush though, was that as I sat there, I knew
that the girls, and John, would know, everytime single time that they
looked at me, from now on, that I was really a cock sucker. The girls
would know that every time they talked about guys, that I would be
just as interested as they were in what they were talking about.
Yet I would never be able to deny the truth about what I had done. I
certainly could not deny that I would do it again and again, just
because the girl part of me wanted to do girl things with guys. I'd
been really flattered by the knowledge that I had been able to make
John so hard for me as an attractive girl.
What was more, I now knew, deep down inside of me, how much I
wanted to do it again and again and again. The scene that John had
described to me had made another hard on in my panties. I could hardly
wait to find out what it would feel like to go to bed with a man,
knowing that I was there to provide womanly sex for him. Oh, how I
wanted to wake up some morning, and do what he had described. I knew
that I would love it. In my fantasy, I pictured myself living with
him, as his wife. I knew I could make him very happy. I knew that
making John happy, as his wife would fulfil my deepest secret fantasy.
Chapter Seven
John was called back by his former employer the next day, and he was
asked if he would be willing to come back to work for three months, on
a consultancy basis. He agreed to do that, figuring that he could
always use some extra cash, and the offer was quite generous to him.
He did not need the money, but he loved the west coast, and the
employer was willing to pay for his hotel and some of his daily living
expenses while he was there.
John figured he would be able to clear about another $8,000 of net
cash by the end of the three months. That would really help him a lot
if he wanted to start a little business or something.
We missed him, a lot. It did not take me long to realise that I
had developed what I can only describe as a school girl s crush on
John. I really missed him. I missed the feel of his arms when he
kissed me. I missed the way he would make me feel so girlish, when he
would have me sit on his lap, and he would reach under my skirt and
tease the front of my panties and make me cum for him. Mostly though,
I missed the closeness that I felt to him. I loved Janet, and I liked
Mona very, very much, but I had to admit to myself, that they just did
not have what a man had. I missed John.
The girls sensed this in me, though I would have been loathe to
discuss it with them, and they made a lot of fun over it. But it was
not a malicious fun. It was the same kind thing that they would have
done if I had been a real girl and had grown up with them, and had
fallen for a guy who was now on the other side of the country.
They seemed to kind of like the idea that a guy could so identify with
the feelings that were so definitely feminine in nature. Janet was
delighted that I was turning out to be so girlish after all. I was
certainly fitting into her long term plans for me, after all.
We spent a very quiet Christmas together, the three of us. It was
a very intimate time. For a guy like me there was nothing more
intimate and beautiful than finding myself in a bed with two beautiful
voracious young women, who would make love to me like I was their
equal. I almost began to forget that I was really a guy. I knew one
thing for certain. I had not worn male clothes for many, many weeks
now, and 1 did not care if I ever wore them again. Janet wore boy's
clothes more than I did now.
On January 3rd, we got a call from John. He wanted to know when my
classes started. We told him that they started on the 13th of the
month. Then, he wanted to know if I would like to go to the west coast
and visit him for a week.
Well, Mona and Janet just about split a gut in their excitement for
me. They were also listening on the extension phone, as he told me
that he had been thinking of me a lot, and he missed me terribly. He
would really appreciate it if I could come and be with him for a
little while.
I said that I would have to think about it. The idea of living
with John for a whole week, as his girl friend was kind of scary. I
wanted to, but I was so uncertain of whether or not I could ever pull
it off. And besides that, I would so miss the intimacy that I had with
Mona and Janet. They made me feel so completely girlish, and I did not
want to miss that feeling. I loved being their little sister.
Janet was on the other phone, and she piped in that there was
nothing to think about. She went on and told John that I was acting
like a love starved little girl since he had left, and that she would
make sure that I got onto the plane to go to visit with him.
John wanted to know if It was really true that I had been acting
like that. I could hear that male ego being stroked, in his voice.
Mona confirmed that it was, as I tried to deny it. I was just so
ashamed of my inner feelings. I loved being a girl, but I also knew
that I was a boy and boys were not supposed to feel like I felt about
John.
It was just so perverse. I was being perverted. Yet, something deep
inside of me was titillated by the thought that I had a crush on a
boy, just like any other girl might feel about a cute guy. I was
feeling a real girl's feelings for a boy, and knowing that, seemed to
satisfy some very strange and deep desire in me. I wanted to be all
the girl that it was possible for me to be.
So, sort of against my will, they made all of my arrangements to
get me to the airport, so that I could be with John by 8 p.m. the
following evening. I had never been on a plane before. I had never
been in solely female attire and away from the girl's constant support
and encouragement for such a long time before either.
The idea of getting on a plane, in girl's clothing and travelling
across the country to be with a man, to be his girl friend, was a
terrifying proposition to me. But, they let me know that I was going
to go to him, whether I liked it or not because, they were certain
that I was going to love lt.
The next day was a mad hustle. The girls spent the whole day
selecting from both of their wardrobes, the sexiest lingerie that they
owned, for me to take with me. They picked out pretty day clothes and
sexy evening dresses for me as well. They put together a travelling
case of make-up that I would need. They were more excited about my
trip than I was, so you can just imagine how much energy they put into
their selections for me.
When they had done what they wanted to, I had three large suit
cases and a carry on travel case to take with me. I was travelling the
way women do. I could not believe that they really wanted me to take
all that stuff, but they just smiled and told me that a girl has to be
prepared for anything.
They drove me to the nearest airport, nearly 60 miles from the small
college town where we were living, and secured my ticket for me. Then
they waited in the lounge area with me, waiting for my flight to
depart.
When it was finally announced over the PA system, the girls hugged me
and kissed me and there were wet eyes as they wished for me to have a
lovely time with my boy friend. I was going to desperately miss them,
I knew. I felt the missing already, still in the departure lounge.
The suit I was travelling in was a two piece pink wool. The skirt
was just a bit higher than my knees, and it was tight. The short Eton
styled jacket was very pretty, and very feminine. With it, I wore a
pretty, conservative, pink silk, long sleeved blouse that had a high
collar and a froth of very delicate lace under my chin, and lace cuffs
that buttoned with little pearl buttons.
I wore a delicate gold chain about my neck, a matching chain for a
bracelet, and they had insisted that I also wear a matching chain on
my right ankle. They told me it was called a slave bracelet and that
it would depict my relationship to John. They said that John would go
nuts when he saw that I was wearing it for him.
They had also insisted that I wear what looked like a small engagement
ring on my left hand's ring finger, as well as a pearl ring on my
right hand. My finger nails were impeccably done in a rose pink, that
matched my lip's gloss. My shoes were the same colour as my suit.
I was very thankful to find that the seat beside mine was going to be
empty. I was just so tense, sitting there, in public, dressed as a
woman, with no one there with me to fall back on to help me if I got
myself into trouble. I was totally feminised and all alone in the
world. I had to either make everyone believe that I was really a young
woman, or I just might get the shit kicked out of me. I knew what most
people thought of fairies. I had thought that too, for most of my
life. after all.
I knew that in a tight skirt and high heeled shoes, there would be
no hope of ever defending myself against an attack. This was it. I had
no choice. I had to be exactly what I looked like. All I knew for
certain was that I wanted to be a woman. So, I resigned myself to
being what I looked like, certainly what I felt like on the inside.
I drank three glasses of white wine which gave me a pleasant
little buzz. I really started being able to enjoy knowing that I was
making it on my own, as a lady. Then came a real thrill for me.
The lady who was seated across the aisle from my seat, had a
beautiful baby in her arms. She asked me if I would mind holding it
for her, while she went to the wash room. Something deep inside of me
leaped at the idea of looking the way I looked, and of holding a baby,
just as though I really were a young mother.
I smiled and held out my arms for the baby. The baby felt so natural
as I cradled It in my arms, and cooed at it in a soft feminine voice.
I loved the way the baby's body heat felt on my very sensitive
breasts. It made my nipples so hard they swelled up a bit. The lady
also draped a drool rag across my left shoulder to protect my suit,
'just in case', she smiled.
She was a pretty baby girl and she was wearing a lace trimmed pink
bonnet, that was framing her pretty little face. I envied her and I
wished that I had had the chance to wear things like that, and to grow
up as a normal little girl. Oh, how I wished that I had been allowed
to go to school in pretty dresses, and play with dolls all the time.
My mind went off in a flight of fantasy as I thought about what it
might have felt like if I had been allowed to go to school in the
pretty dresses and delicate little silk panties that my sisters had
worn to school every day.
I could almost feel what it must have felt like to sit on those cold
plastic seats, with only a pair of thin little panties to keep my bum
warm. I dreamed of what It must have been like to be ever vigilant,
lest you discover that one of the boys was lookin up your dress to see
what colour your panties were. I knew that boys did such things. It
had happened almost constantly in my school classrooms. I knew,
because I had done it often too.
I envied girls, and I felt it was so unfair that just because I
had a few Inches of boy hood that I had not been allowed to be a girl
all the time. The only consolation was that at least now, I was
getting to be all the girl I could be. I quietly once again thanked
the forces of fate that be that had led me into contact with Janet
Price.
When the lady returned to her seat, she saw how much I was enjoying
her baby, and she asked me If I would like to keep holding her for a
bit longer. I very definitely did want to. Being dressed as a woman,
and being able to express my feelings to a baby that kept smiling up
at me was a very, very satisfying feeling. I felt womanly, and I knew
in a strange sense that was it really was a perverted desire for a
guy, I felt a bit motherly too. I I loved it. I kept the baby for
another half an hour, then I dozed off, after my fourth glass of wine.
When I awoke, we were stopping at Chicago's O'Hare for a half hour
layover. I decided that I would just stay on the plane. The lady with
the baby got off, and an older gentleman took her aisle seat. I paid
little attention to him, and kept dozing a bit.
After we were in the air again though, I became aware that the
gentleman was staring at me. I glanced over, and noted that he was
indeed staring at me, more precisely, at my legs. On his face was a
look of pure lust. It pleased me to think that I could make a man feel
so obsessed with my feminised body. I looked down, and realised that
while I had been napping, that my skirt had ridden so far up that the
top lace band of my nylons and the lace trimming of my slip was very
clearly visible to him.
I blushed, and sort of stood up to pull my skirt down again. I was
sorry that I had worn a tight short skirt. But, the man kept on
looking at me. Fifteen minutes later, he came over and sat beside me.
In a very low voice, he whispered to me.
"You are a very, very attractive young lady, my dear. You remind
me very much of my daughter. She was very beautiful, and feminine too.
I hope that you are not offended, but I have a proposition for you. I
would be willing to give you $200.00 in cash, right now, if you will
allow me to put a blanket over my lap and you would reach under the
blanket, and masturbate me."
"You will give me $200.00 to jack you off? I find that a bit hard
to believe, that hand job from me is worth $200.00 to you."
"Please, you do not understand. You look very much like my
deceased wife. She and I used to play this game all the time, even
before we were married. I miss her so much. She died about twelve
years ago. You look and act so much like her, that well, I just had to
see if you would fulfil this little fantasy of mine."
I just stared at him for a long minute, and I felt like a hooker.
The idea of taking money for giving a man sexual pleasures was
definitely appealing to me. I got an immediate hard on in my panties.
The only hookers that I had ever heard about, were all girls. This was
something that as far as I knew, was one more thing that only girls
did.
I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Show me the money."
His face flushed with pleasure as he realised what I had said to
him. He looked around, and saw that no one else was near us. He
reached into his suit coat and pulled out a bill fold. He extracted
two $100 bills and handed them to me. I took them, and opened my
purse, and put them inside of my pink leather wallet. I felt so
slutty. It was very thrilling.
I looked up. The man had risen to take a blanket out of the
overhead compartment. I looked down at the front of his pants. He had
a big cock, and it was very hard at the moment. I almost reached out
to caress it for him. I felt flattered that I could make someone react
like that to me, as a girl.
He sat and smiled sheepishly at me, as he unfolded the blanket
over his lap. I could see the blanket moving as he reached under it to
open his pants up. When it was open, he pulled his hands out, and put
his left arm around my shoulder. I allowed him to pull me toward him.
I glanced around. No one was in our seat area.
Feeling slutty, and very bold. I let my left hand go under the
blanket, and felt up his thigh, till I found his massive cock. It was
huge, and very hard. I slowly began to massage It with just my finger
tips.
"Yes... That is the way she used to do it...."
"What was your wife's name?"
"Linda... ahhh... Yes."
"You can call me Linda if you like."
"Yes, pretty little Linda. That is right. Make your husband very
happy today, Linda."
His eyes were closed and he was obviously off in another world. I
could hardly believe that I was able to give such deep emotional
satisfaction to someone, just because I looked like his wife.
I let my fingers move down to his balls, then back up to the head
of his shaft. I wrapped my fingers around him tightly, and let my
thumb rub that sensitive underside of his cock. He stiffened and he
started to pour out his cum, all over my hand. I continued to milk him
till he started to relax and go a bit soft in my hand.
He opened his eyes. and he looked at me with such a look of deep
felt appreciation in his eye, that I almost gave him his money back. I
reached into my purse and removed some facial tissues. I did not want
to be there when he started to clean himself up, so I rose and passed
by him to go to the ladies room to wash off my hand.
His left hand gently caressed my womanly shaped bum cheeks as I passed
by in front of him. I loved the attention that women got, and I was
glad that I was able to attract it to myself. It was lovely. Nothing
in my old boy life could compare to this kind of life.
In the ladies room, I took a sanitary napkin from a dispenser on
the wall. I hiked up my skirt and slowly lowered my panties. I wrapped
the napkin around me, as I thought about being Linda for the older
gentle man, and, all the things she might have done for her loving
husband in there, and I just orgasmed wildly. It took a good five
minutes for me to go soft again. I had been so horny.
When I got back to my seat, I round that the gentleman had
returned to his own seat. He acted as though he did not know me. But,
on my seat was an envelope with the name of Linda written on it. I
opened it and found a little note, with another two $100 bills in lt.
"My Dearest Darling Linda; Once again, you have shown me what a
lovely dear young lady you really are. Thank you once again, for being
so gracious to an old man. Here s a little thing extra. Buy for
yourself a nice new dress or something. All my love, your loving
pretend husband"
I smiled as I put the two new bills with the other ones. I wanted
to keep the note, but I did not want John or the girls to find out
that I had prostituted myself for cash, so I neatly folded it up, and
put it in the trash bag in front of my seat. I glowed to know that I
had just been paid to do what women do, and that this guy still
thought I was a real woman. John was waiting for me at the terminal.
He greeted me with a very hearty hug that lifted me from my feet and
twirled me around and it included many kisses to my cheeks and my
lips. I knew that it was only girls who ever rated getting a greeting
like this one, and I was delighted. I returned his kisses, hungrily.
This was my man for the next week. I could hardly wait to please him.
He, like all men, uttered a mild oath when he went to pick up my
luggage, and saw the three large bags. I smiled, and watched him as he
carried all of them. All I carried was my carry-on and my purse. I
almost felt like I should help him, but I figured real girls would
not, so why should I? He was the man, so let him be manly.
At his hotel suite, the bags went to the floor and I found myself
lying under him, on the single bed that we would share for the next
week. Where I belonged, was where I was, on my back and looking up at
his smiling face. He was genuinely pleased to see me, I could read it
in his eyes. I could also feel his pleasure poking at my belly.
"Honey, do you want to get some supper or, do you just want to get
on with the fun, Miss Beverly?"
"Well, I ate on the plane, so I guess that means that I am ready
to just get on with the fun, eh?"
He grinned at me, and rolled off me. He wanted to watch me as I
hung up my clothes. He loved watching me stow the lingerie into the
bureau drawers, beside his bvd's. Soon, I was ready. There was nothing
else left to do.
The moment of truth had arrived. So, I picked up my night gown and
went into the bath room with it, where I changed into it. I decided to
keep my waist nipper with garter straps on, with my nylons. I knew
that guys liked to feel up girls legs in nylons and garters.
The under clothes were a soft pink, satin bra, which my own
breasts almost completely filled now, with a matching pair of delicate
lace panty briefs, which my engorged cock certainly did fill to
capacity. My gown was a long flowing diaphanous pink, and it was ultra
soft. I loved wearing it to bed. Over this was a peignoir that tied
with a little lace bow under my chin. I loved this silky night dress
more than an the other ones I had. If it turned me on so much to wear
it, I wondered how it was going to turn him on to sleep with me while
I was wearing it. I could hardly wait to find out, to be honest with
you.
When I returned to the main room, John was already propped up in
bed, watching the television. There was an X rated movie on. He smiled
with a lustful grin at me..
"Hey," he greeted me as he moved the bed covers aside so that I
could slide in beside him. It did not surprise me to see that he was
naked. And that he already had a hard on for me. "I thought that we
could watch a bit of TV while we necked a bit. I'll tell you what,
okay? When the sexy stuff starts, lets do whatever they do, okay?"
'Well, I guess that s what I am here for, really? It sounds kind
of fascinating to me."
I fell very naturally into his embrace as we started to watch the
guy and the girl on the television. He started kissing her, and
licking her lips. John did that to me. That was so erotic, I found. I
moaned, with my own panty clad cock about to burst. As the guy started
to kiss her ears and neck, John did the same to me.
The girl reached for his cock, and just like her, I reached for
John's cock. The girl spoke, in a husky voice. "Let me suck your cock
for a while, please? I just love to suck a man's big dork when he
turns me on."
I blushed, terribly ashamed, as I turned to him, and I repeated the
words to John. He just grinned at me, and like the guy on the
television had, and he responded. "Hey consider that my family jewels
are yours. Suck it till your pretty little heart is content."
I glanced over and saw that she had gone down between his legs and
was kissing the cock all over, and licking it with long slow strokes
of her tongue. I threw his blankets off him, and scrunched down, so
that I was able to lay my head on his belly, just like the girl in the
movie had done, and I began to kiss his cock head and lick the shaft,
as was my televised mentor. I hated myself, because I loved doing what
I saw a woman doing. I loved it more than I had ever loved doing
anything before. I was wondering if I could make John cum before she
made her man lover cum. I sucked him for a few minutes.
John tapped me on the shoulder and told me it was time for a
change. I looked at the TV. The girl was on her back, her knees up,
and her feet wide apart. Her lover was kissing and chewing at the
front of her panties. I would feel so embarrassed about being in that
position, but I kind of thought that John really wanted to do whatever
was on the TV.
I rolled over onto my back, as the movie projected that girl had
done, and he pushed my night gown up to my belly. Next, he lowered his
head and I could feel him biting at my cock and my balls through my
panties. I felt so utterly womanly being in that position for him, and
I rolled my head back and forth, hoping it would never end. He chewed
at my crotch and at my cock for almost fifteen minutes driving me to
the point of no return. He certainly got my panties wet, that was for
sure.
Then the scene on the screen changed. The man was taking off her
silk panties, and so John pulled mine off me too. The man started to
lick her cunt. John licked me all over between my legs. He licked my
balls, then he sucked me for just a few moments. Then he rolled me
onto my tummy and started to lick my anus.
He told me that he really liked my pretty little pussy. I would never
have believed how sensitive and wonderful that feeling could be, until
he started to touch me there with his tongue. This was fantastic. He
laughed when he saw my reaction, and made that comment that I really
seemed to like having my pussy eaten, as much as the girl on the
television. Then, the guy put his cock at her pussy lips, and very
slowly, he started to push it into her. She passively opened herself
to receive him. She whispered that she wanted him to fuck her silly.
John moved his cock to my pussy lips, and started to push himself into
me. It felt very much like I had to go to the bath room very badly.
"Hey, Beverly, you missed saying something."
"Uh... I... uh... I want you to fuck me silly, John. But please be
gentle with me???"
I could not believe what a struggle it was to get the words out of
my mouth. I had heard that this was a scary and painful thing. Now, I
was about to have my cherry taken, just like a woman, and, he wanted
me to tell him that I wanted him to fuck me silly? It was scary. But,
I wanted him to treat me in every way like he would treat a real
woman.
It hurt as I felt him very slowly enter into me. He vas very, very
gentle with me. I guess that he knew this was my first time. It hurt,
but he kept trying to accustom me to receiving him. Soon, I felt him
lay his whole weight on my back. I felt so stuffed with him.
He whispered to me, 'Well Beverly, you did it. You are now getting
fucked, just like a real woman gets her pussy fucked."
I felt pinned by his dead weight on top of me. Then he began to
move his pelvis up and down, slowly. It was very painful and I nearly
screamed. But after a few minutes, as the tightness began to leave me,
I began to feel the sensation of him, not just filling me, but moving
deep inside of me. I felt invaded, and I liked it.
I began to move my bum up to receive him, when he moved down into me.
I began to want him to be as deeply into me as he could get himself. I
wanted to get fucked by my man lover. John did not disappoint me
either. He fucked me for a very long time, moving very gently into and
out of me, making the pleasure last for almost fifteen minutes. I
finally felt him tense up, and he drove himself down deep into me.
I could feel him releasing his cum into me, as he spasmed and drove
into me in quick jerky movements. I sighed at knowing that I was
really a woman now, and getting myself fucked, just like a woman gets
fucked. I wished I could get fucked like this every night from now on.
When he had fucked me, he rolled off of me and wrapped his cast
off underwear around his cock to clean himself off. He saw that I had
not yet cum, so he leaned down, and he took me into his mouth. The
intense sexuality of all that I had experienced so far that day,
culminated in a royal orgasm and I wildly spilled all that was in me,
into his mouth. He drained me completely.
Like a fantasy come true, I fell asleep wrapped in his strong
arms. John made me feel so protected, and so loved. Sleeping in a
man's arms is so very different from sleeping in a woman's arms. I
love sleeping with Janet, but sleeping with John was also a very nice
experience.
In the morning, I was awakened by feeling his hands in the folds
of my night dress. He was searching for me. I began kissing the chest
that my head was lying on. And I let my hand seek him out. He was
already very hard for me. I liked the way he felt in my hand.
He asked me if I wanted to suck him off. For the first time in my
life, there was no embarrassment about my answer. I did want to suck
his cock for him. It was like I had finally accepted who I was and
what I liked to do. I admitted to myself right at that moment that I
adored the way his cock felt when it was in my mouth.
Also, a key factor was that John seemed to really like me. He liked me
to like being and to like doing all those sweet and intimate little
girl things that girls do with guys, like enjoying his maleness. I
reached up to him, kissed his lips, and told that I would like very
much to suck him off for him, and I meant every word of it too.
I squirreled down under the warm covers, and found him with my
mouth. This time, I found that I was not just interested in sucking
his cock. What I found was that I had a genuine desire to make love to
it, to make this man think that I was the best cock sucker he'd ever
had. I wanted to please h and make him want me again and again. I
wanted him to know, by actions, that I wanted to please him in this
way.
It started with much kissing and then progressed to much licking. Then
I just had to feel him inside of my mouth once again. I had to, and I
did. Hungrily, I lowered my head so that I could take him all the way
into my mouth.
It only took him a few seconds before he was cumming with force.
That kind of disappointed me. I had wanted to be able to suck his cock
for a long time that morning I figured that it must be that I was just
getting so good at sucking his cock that he was not able to refrain
from giving his cum to me.
When that was all done, and he had taken his shower, and I had
taken my shower, he sat on the bed and he watched me as I put on a
clean waist nipper, nylons, bra and panties. He smiled, and told me
that 'he could just never figure girls like me out. He just could
never be able to understand how we could actually prefer the tight
constrictions and the limitations of wearing girl's clothes. He could
not understand why we were not happy as guys, and wanted to bind
ourselves up like that.
He then had me stand in front of him, in my lingerie, and he ran
his hands up and down my sides. He gently cupped my breasts, which
sent a spasm of sexual shivers through me.
He told me that I was going to be alone all day in a big city, and
he wanted to give me some thing to remember that I had to behave
myself like a proper young lady. I giggled and asked him what it was
that he wanted to give me. I was expectant. What I got, shocked me.
Before I even realised what he was going to do, he had pulled me,
belly down, onto his legs. One of his legs locked mine so that they
could not move. His left elbow was pressed between my shoulder blades,
so I was effectively imprisoned. I could not move at all.
Then, I felt a hard stinging slap on my pantied bum. I screeched
and tried to get away, but the stinging slaps rained down on me till
my bum actually started to get numb. I have no idea of how long it was
that he spanked me, but it felt like it lasted for ages. I was sore,
and shamefully, I was crying like a little girl.
He made me promise to him, that I would be a good girl all day
long, and that I would behave myself only in a way that becomes a
young lady of good breeding. He told me that I should keep a record of
everything that I did all day, because he was a very jealous man, over
his girls. He would punish me some more, if I could not give a good
account of my activities for the day. I promised that I would do so,
as I gingerly rubbed my pantied bum cheeks.
The entire week was a blur of this kind of activity. In public, John
wined and dined me, making romance to me. Sometimes, actually it was
all the time, in bed he would make me ever so thankful that I was in
the woman's role for him, as he made love to me.
But, every once in a while, he would humiliate me with a spanking.
Once, he even tied my wrists together, and spanked me with a plastic
ruler. I just could not believe the agony that caused. But, very
strangely, almost scarily so, I almost began to like getting the
spankings.
I somehow started to equate that I should not be allowed to enjoy such
a sensuous life, because I was a boy, and consequently that I should
be punished to some extent for being so girlish. It was a kind of like
a price that I had to pay, for being allowed to be womanly. I knew
that it was dumb, but I really did feel that to be true, in my own
mind.
Though the week was a whirl wind of sensations, new experiences
and a great deal of love making, I was indeed very thankful to get
back home at the end of the week. I very much wanted to get back into
school, and start doing something a little more constructive then
spending all of my time, experimenting with new combinations of
make-ups and washing women's clothing as a full time occupation.
I was also secretly thrilled with the whole idea of beginning to
live full time, in a feminine role, where no one knew me, except as
Beverly J. Price. I loved the idea of finally being able to sit in a
class room, while I was wearing skirts or dresses and pretty lingerie,
all day long, just like every other girl in the class room would be
doing. I loved knowing that I would be forced to be careful from now
on, about where my skirt or dress hems were, on my thighs. I did not
want to have a repeat of what happened on the plane, not with a randy
college boys all around me. They would not pay me to jack them off the
way the old sugar daddy had paid me. No, they would probably rape me,
then boast about it to all of their friends.
My role would now be that of a young co-ed, and there would be
hell to pay if I did anything that gave any one even an ounce of the
idea that I might not be a young lady, after all. I would be trapped,
locked in for the next three years, into this new role of mine. I was
thrilled about it too.
Chapter Eight
I do not want to bore you with a whole lot of details about the
next three years. They were long, and some times gruelling, as there
was a great deal of work to do, thanks to Mona. But, I will fill you
in on an overview of what had happened, okay? I'll start with a brief
summary of my return from my lover's tryst with John.
The girls of course, wanted to know every little nitty gritty detail of how it went and what I did with John, and of course, what John had done with me. Finally, over the period of the next two days, I ended up actually confessing everything to them and I mean everything, except of course, my prostitution experience.
Over the next several days, I got so caught up in the work load of
the study program that Mona had gotten me enrolled in, that it seemed
like ali I did was get dressed in the morning, and study till I put on
my night gown at night.
I never would have believed that it was even possible for this to
happen to me. But, I worked so hard over the next few weeks that I
actually started to lose my constant awareness that I was wearing only
girl's clothing all the time. My mind was so focused on the tasks at
hand, that I actually forgot about what I was wearing most of the
time. It was kind of a relief to not have a constant erection, from
wearing panties all the time.
Wearing dresses and skirts, and the occasional pair of pants,
became such a normal thing to me that it no longer excited me every
time I pulled my panties on. Not getting a hard on every time I put on
girl's panties was somewhat of a relief to me. I sure did not want to
spend most of my adult life wearing a panty girdle because of constant
erections, just because I was wearing girl's panties, that was for
sure. I much preferred the lack of constriction, not to mention
preferring the ultra soft silkiness of delicate feminine panties, to
the tight lycra panty girdles. I still had to wear the panty girdles
though some times like whenever I had to wear a pair of sexy tight
stretch pants, or a really tight skirt or some of my really short
shorts, for instance.
The only other change that actually happened was that back at the
apartment, one day, I discovered that Janet had moved all of my male
clothing into her closet, and had given me a few more of her dresses.
I didn't care about wearing the male clothing anymore.
As far as I was concerned if I ever wore male clothing again, it would
be too soon. I was just no longer comfortable trying to act like a
male. I just did not want to do that anymore. It was too stressful.
But Janet was wearing the male clothing now, as she was studying a
new course, in my name. True, she used my name, and appeared to her
classmates as a rather butchy girl, but a female none the less. But at
home, she rarely wore dresses anymore. I for one, did not mind letting
her wear the pants in the family, I very much preferred to wear the
panties anyway.
I became so accustomed to the using the name of Beverly, that
whenever anyone said the name, I looked around to see if it was me
they were asking for. Because of Mona's endeavours in the student aid
office, I soon received a new set of legal identification
documentation. The only thing that I had to do after that was to go
and update my driver s license, with a newer picture, one that was me,
and not of Janet.
Fortunately her original picture was a bit blurred. So there were
no questions asked when I went In and asked them if they would issue
it with the name Beverly J. instead of Janet B. I explained that Janet
B. was my real legal name, but that I was always known to everyone as
Beverly. As that was the name I used all the time.
The girl at the counter thought that she could do that for me. The
only thing was that it would have to be J. Beverly Price. But, I
apparently looked enough like the three year old photo of Janet, that
she did not think to question whether or not I was really the girl in
the picture. I guess they are so used to women changing their
appearances that it is normal to see them looking different at their
license renewal times.
I thought that I would be able to get a break over the summer,
like all the other co-eds. Not so. Unbeknownst to me, Mona enrolled me
in a full slate of summer classes. She explained that since I had
goofed off the first semester, that I now had to catch up if I was
actually going to graduate on time. So, the pace did not let up for
almost a year and a half.
What amazed mw was that I actually became so used to wearing
women's clothing that I found that I began to think more and more like
a female, and to actually begin to experience many of the same
feelings that women have. I cared a great deal about my appearance.
And would have been simply mortified to leave the house, even on a
Saturday morning, without correct make-up on.
The girls of course, loved what was happening to me. They sort of
considered me to be their own little success story, even though they
could not tell anyone about it. I had become a living little princess
doll to them, and they smothered me in their attentions. And all of
their attentions were directed at making me more and more and more of
a feminine personality. I loved it. I responded well to their
manipulations of my psyche.
Sometimes it became a bit overwhelming but, as I submitted to it.
I became more and more appreciative of their feelings towards me. Mona
especially, as she had no inclination to be manly, was very much of a
role model for me, and she was always very, very willing to discuss
anything with me.
She spent many hours with me, as would one girl friend with another.
She taught me much about make-up, feminine conduct, mannerisms and she
helped to impart to me many of the attitudes that modern attractive
young women should have.
John made the decision to stay on the west coast. His company had
expanded and opened a new department, and asked him to stay on as a
departmental supervisor, which he decided was a good move for him to
make. I had an open invitation to join him for a week or so, any time
that I could. In the meantime, he did write to me about once a month.
And once he even included some pictures of his new girlfriend (a girl
like me of course) though he kept saying that no one had ever turned
his crank the way I did.
I was amazed to find myself looking at her pictures with a very
critical eye, picking out all the areas where she was not quite as
feminine as I was. This attitude of mine floored me, and it really
amused and titillated the girls to no end. They told me that it was
just a typical green eyed girl's behaviour on my part, that was all. I
did not think it was as funny as they thought it was. It made me mad.
The summer of my second year, that is the end of the third semester of
my living as Miss J. Beverly Price, rolled around. It was beginning to
look like I would be able to graduate in about a year and a half. I
was doing very well in school. My grades on the exams and labs put me
in the top 5% of my classes. Janet, now Terry, was very proud of me,
and was constantly rewarding my efforts, mostly by buying me pretty
new clothes. I never refused them. I loved her continuous surprises.
The more times she rewarded me, the more I found a growing
tendency to take it for granted that she, as my intended husband
should treat me this way. Terry seemed to somehow like that attitude
rising within me.
For example, there was once, when she did not buy me a new dress that
I indicated that I liked, when one of my designs was chosen as the
design of the month, I actually found myself sulking at home a bit. He
wanted to know what was wrong. I was too ashamed to bring myself to
confessing my feelings.
Mona knew exactly what was bothering me, because, when she asked me, I
could tell her about it, and she made a point of telling Terry.
Fortunately she figured that what Mona had said was true, and she took
Mona out and they bought me the dress that I had wanted. It was on my
bed for me when I got home from school the next day. I was amazed to
discover that I had some latent, previously undiscovered talents, for
drawing very pretty and feminine designs for clothing. It was a talent
that I never dreamed that I might have had, before I became Beverly.
In fact, my Instructors were so impressed with some of my designs,
that I was asked to start working on some new original designs as a
special project.
The college gave a fashion show at the end of the fourth semester
for their students to get a chance to show off some of their work, and
they wanted some of my dresses to be in it, if I wanted to compete.
They told me that such a record on my transcripts would make it much
easier for me to get a job after graduation.
Half of my bedroom had, by now, become a seamstress's nightmare,
with bolts and bolts of beautiful cloth piled all over the place, with
sewing machine bobbins in every conceivable comer, and piles and piles
of drawings stuffed wherever that there was a bit of space. Terry
asked me one day if I wanted to move into a bigger apartment, where I
could have one room that we could set aside for my sewing room. That
made a lot of sense to me.
Mona loved the idea, and she suggested that we move into a four
bedroom apartment, so that she could come and live with us. The idea
of having sexy Mona living with us also, caused quite an erection to
rise in my panties.
I just loved the way she dressed, and I loved it when she'd let me
wear her dresses. A lot of my designing had been influenced by Mona's
innate good fashion taste, which I had somehow been able to
incorporate Into my own ways.
Sometimes, because she knew it was a real turn on for me, she
would even let me wear her lingerie. I told her one night, when we
were sitting cross legged in night gowns on the bed, talking about
what if felt like for me to become a girl, about how I felt so
strangely intimate with her, when I wore her lingerie, after she had
worn. After that we got into a habit of her leaving her under wear out
on the bed, in case I felt like wearing what she had worn the day
before. I of course wanted to reward my very, very good friend, so I
designed and made many, many of her dresses for her. We were the same
size, which helped a lot.
Unlike Terry, she loved to look and dress in a very feminine
manner. In that regard, Mona and I shared a kind of friendship that
Terry and I did not have. I loved Terry but, I was a lot more like
Mona than I was like Terry, so Mona and I just sort of become more and
more like girl friends. That did not stop us from having the
occasional little sexy fling of course. We considered ourselves to be
bisexual girls.
But as Terry gradually became more masculine in her appearance and
mannerisms. I became identified, more and more with Mona. I liked
having sex with the gentle, soft, delicate and pretty Mona, but, for
real intimacy, I much preferred the more masculine and aggressive
Terry. I did not make many clothes for Terry. What ever I did design
for her she wanted to be rather masculine in appearance. So, it was
usually pant suits that I designed for her.
That summer, after we moved, the girls thought it was time that I
start acting more like the rest of the co-eds on campus. They wanted
me to get a boy friend. They also wanted me to get a straight boy, one
who did not know what I had in my panties. Very reluctantly, I agreed
to do what they wanted. I said that I would accept the next invitation
I received from a boy.
Lots of the d guys at school tried hitting on me, but I had always
managed to have gotten out of having dates with them. Now the girls
insisted that I had to learn how to live the feminine role as
completely as I possibly could, and that would mean allowing myself to
be with a boy for long periods of time, in an emotional type of
relationship.
It meant that I would have to learn how to relate to a boy in the same
way a girl learns to relate to boys as she grows up, not just in the
girls sexual role, as I had with John. They said I would even have to
learn to like him, just like any of the other co-eds on the campus.
Terry even insisted that if I was going to learn how to be a wife,
that I would have to learn how to deal with all the men who would
normally try to hit on attractive married women. She wanted me to pick
a boy who would become my boy friend for the next few months. She also
wanted me to pick one that I could actually like. She wanted me to
experience something that is close to the way a real chicks can feel
for a guy.
I knew who it would be. There was one guy who kept trying to get a
date with me. I had to admit that I did kind of like him too. His
persistence always seemed kind of cute to me. He was only two inches
taller than I was, but he was almost twice my weight. He was a
manufacturing management student. He had short. curly, sandy coloured
hair, and light blue eyes, and a rather infectious grin. His name was
Gene, short for Eugene. He had always struck me as being a bit on the
shy side, and he was most definitely a gentleman.
So, I waited for another three weeks, till he asked me once again,
if I would like to take n a movie with him. I almost knocked him over,
when I told him that I would like that. I could hardly believe that a
girl could make a guy so happy, just by agreeing to go out with him.
I was amazed to see the power of rejection or acceptance that skirts
gave me over males. Once again, I marvelled at how desperately the
boys wanted to be accepted by the people who wore the skirts. I gave
him my address and told him to pick me up at seven sharp, on Friday
night.
The girls, needless to say were both very excited about my date.
They primped and preened me as though I was trying to capture the
heart of a husband or something. I loved all the attention they gave
me. I had a lot of fun with Gene on our first date. He did not try
to put the make on me or anything, and I really appreciated that.
Because of John though, I knew only too well that I loved guys as much
as I loved girls too. But, still I was glad that he did not try to
rush me.
We found that we had almost nothing that was of common interests, yet
we seemed to like each other. It guess that it was true, about
opposites attracting each other. Our first date went so well that we
started to date every Friday night. Gene would also usually call me
two or three times during the week.
This relationship went on for quite a few months. After the first
couple of weeks, when he took me out, he would start to hold my hand.
If we went to a movie, he would sometimes put his arm around my
shoulder, or if we were walking in the park, he sometimes would place
his arm around my waist. I felt like I was being courted, and I loved
it. He made me feel like a princess.
It was nearly two months before he tried to kiss me though. We had
gone to a really funny movie. We had laughed so hard, that both of us
had sore sides. Then he had taken me for a pizza pie. Then, as it was
only around 11 p.m., we had decided to go for a walk in the park.
As had become his custom, he wrapped his arm around my waist, and
I naturally moved over to walk closer to him. We wandered along the
pond's path. I felt romantic that night. Finally Gene stopped and
turned me to look at him. No one was around. He looked into my eyes
for a long time.
"Beverly, I want to kiss you. What I want to know is, do you want
me to kiss you?"
I felt so touched by his asking me if it was alright to kiss me. I
smiled, because genuinely thought that asking me was just such a
sweet thing for him to do, Instead of just assuming that he had some
kind of claim on me or something equally macho like that. I smiled at
him, and looked at his face. He was not handsome, but I had grown to
like what he looked like. I stepped forward, and put my hands on his
chest. Gently, I moved them upwards to rest on his shoulder. I could
feel his hard on as he stepped close to me and wrapped his strong arms
tightly around my waist. I was pleased hat I had been able to make him
so hard.
He kissed me, very, very gently at first, lingering on my lips. Then,
I felt the tip of his tongue begin to explore my lips. I liked the way
it was touching me. I opened my lips so that I could receive him, and
he slowly pushed it into my mouth. It was like he was afraid that I
would not like it or something. He was so afraid of doing something
that I would not like, that it really endeared Gene to me.
When he had it all the way into my mouth, I began to touch it with
my tongue, and I started to suck on it. At the same time, I reached up
with my right hand to play with the short hairs on the back of his
neck. The reaction was immediate. He drove his hard on into my belly.
One of his hands went down and he strongly grasped the left cheek of
my bum through my dress. I was almost afraid that the would rip my
panties, as I felt the tips of his fingers near my bum crack. The
other hand went to the back of my head, and held me so that he could
push his tongue into me. I responded by passively receiving him.
He made me feel so small and weak in his arms. He could do
anything to me that he wanted to, I knew, and I would be completely
helpless to stop him. I was safe, only if his intentions towards me
were good. I hoped he liked me as much as I liked him.
He held me and kissed me like that for a very long time. I knew
that my own pantied cock was getting painful sore from being hard for
such a long me. I felt sorry for Gene. I hoped that I was not giving
him a bad case of lover's nuts.
Finally, he broke away and stepped back from me. He looked at me
with sheer lust in his pretty eyes, and his nether region agony was
written on his face.
"Beverly. you are driving me nuts with passion for you. I think
you are the foxiest chick on the entire campus. I even dream about you
at night. You probably know how hard you make me all the time. I've
got to have some relief..."
"What do you want me to do for you, Gene?" I said it quietly, and
in a demure, sort of virginal innocent voice. I knew what he wanted me
to do. I also knew that what I wanted to do, more than anything else
at that moment, was to go down on my knees and gobble his cock up for
him.
I wanted to suck it so bad, I could almost taste it. I could rot
believe that I really wanted to suck a cock. I mean, I really, really
wanted to suck it, and make it cum for him. I wanted to do everything
a real girl would do for Gene, because I liked him so much I felt like
a girl feels for a guy she likes. I wanted to know how big he was. I
was so flattered that I could make him so distraught, all because I
was his girl.
Wow, I had gotten far more feminine in the way I thought than I
would have ever guessed could have happened. I was amused. 1 liked
Gene, and I wanted to please him. I wanted to do something really nice
for him. I also wanted to be womanly for him. I wanted to feel that
man cock on my lips. I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth.
"I... uh... I'm kind of ashamed to ask you, you being such a lady
and all as you are... But you drive me nuts. You drive me crazy,
and... I am so hot for you Beverly."
I stepped close to him, and I tried to speak in a soft husky
voice. I reached out and placed my left hand squarely on the front of
his pants. I rubbed it gently. He nearly swooned. I could feel his
knees buckle a bit.
"What do you want me to do, big boy? You want me to suck this big
thing for you? You want me to give you a blow job, Gene?"
He turned bright red. I could see him turn red, even in the very dim
lighting of the park's lights. He was flustered. I laughed inside,
enjoying the power that a woman had to turn a man into a blubbering
little boy.
He squeaked out a weak, "Yeah... yeah... That's what I want."
I looked around. No one else was in the park at this hour. We were
near a clump of bushes, so we could see anyone coming near us, long
before they could see us. I made the decision.
I wanted to do for him, only what he would allow real girls to do to
him. Gene had no idea that under my flowing pink skirt, that I had the
same equipment that he had. He was turned on by me, by my femininity.
I was so proud of my girlishness at that moment. I wanted to do it for
him, as his girl.
I raised my hand and started to undo his belt. I lowered his
zipper, very slowly, teasingly, and also being careful that I did not
break a nail on his zipper. I undid the button, then I reached over to
his sides with both of my hands, and pushed at his pants till they
fell down his legs, to his feet. His cock pushed obscenely out against
the white Jockey shorts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his
shorts, and worked it down over his hips. It fell on top of his pants.
Then I stepped back a bit, so that I could look at his cock. I
really liked it. It was short and not really fat. It was circumcised.
I reached out and grasped it with both of my hands.
"You have a very nice cock, Gene. I... I really like it."
He almost died when I touched him and said those words. I could
tell that he had not ever had a girl touch him there before.
"No girl has ever touched your cock before, has she, Gene?"
"No..." He was close to having a fit. His breathing was wild. He
kept jerking it in my hands. I figured that I had better start sucking
it or he was going to cum all over my skirt, and make a real mess.
I smiled at him, and watched his eyes, as I slowly lowered myself
to my knees. I was still looking up at him as I moved my head forward,
till I felt his cock on my lips. I began to kiss the head of it, as I
let my fingers roam all over it. It seemed like such a very long time
since I had last had a cock in my mouth, and I was anxious to taste
and feel Gene in me.
I loved the feeling of kneeling there, looking up at his face. I
was in a completely inferior and submissive role to him. I knew that I
was making him feel himself to be an man to. It seemed to be just so
strange to me, that a man, in pretty clothes, doing what real girls
do, could make a man feel so manly about himself.
I opened my mouth and touched his pee hole with my tongue. He
almost came when I did that. He was so close to cumming that I knew
that I was not going to be able to suck him for very long. That was
too bad. It had been a long time since I had sucked a cock, and I
wanted to suck one. I wanted to suck a cock for a long, long time. I
hoped he would not cum too quickly for me.
I figured, that at least, I was going to take from him what he
would only give to girls. I knew from all the things he had said to me
in the past, that he really hated fairies, like me. I knew that if he
ever found out that I was really a fairy, with the same plumbing as he
had, really a guy though I wore pretty dresses all the time, that he
just might want to kill me.
I opened my mouth wider and pushed forward. I could feel the
circumcised head pass through my lips and the bulbous head as it
popped into my mouth. His shaft was very dry and did not slide into my
mouth very easily.
I licked the underside of the head and slowly moved back and
forth, wetting his shaft as I did so, taking another inch into me,
every time I moved my head forward. I loved the feel of the shaft as
it caressed my sensitive lips, as I moved it into and out of my mouth.
I loved sucking his cock for him, when he thought I was a real girl. I
loved being the girl that he thought that I was.
I reached up and started to play with the hairy balls as I sucked
his cock for him. I felt so utterly girlish, and it was so exciting
that I dared not to reach down and touch the front of my skirt though,
for fear that Gene might see me doing it.
When I moved forward far enough that my nose was touching his
belly, I started to lick the underside of his cock, and I locked my
lips tightly around him, then very slowly, I drew my head back. That
was what did it.
Gene moaned and sank to his knees, then onto his back. I hung on
to him as he was lowering himself, not letting him out of my mouth. He
started to spasm and jerk upwards, filling my mouth with his creamy
cum.
It was so thick and so hot. It was salty. I let his cum fill my mouth,
and rolled it around on my tongue, as I licked his cock, and continued
to move my head up and down, a little more quickly. I sucked his cock
as though it might be the last cock I ever got a chance to suck.
At last he started to go soft in my mouth. I let go of him, and
sat up. I licked his cum off my lips. He stared at me, and I let him
see me swallow his load.
"You like doing that, Beverly?" He was incredulous
I wanted to shock him a bit. I smiled sweetly. "Oh, man, your cum
was delicious. I loved eating it. Yeah, as for your question, I do
like sucking cocks. No that is not quite true. I love to suck cocks,
but only if I really, really like a guy."
"Do you... Do you fuck too?" He was so embarrassed by his
question.
"Well, I like to take it in my bum. I do not want to get pregnant
you know. I am training for a career in dress design and I can not
work full time at my career and be a mother too. So I will only take
it in my bum. But, I would only let you do that to me, if you were to
promise me that you would never try to touch my cunt. I am what the
adult contact magazines call French active and Greek passive. I like
getting bum fucked, and I love sucking a guy's hard on. But, like I
said, I really have to like the guy first, and I do not want him
touching my cunt, under any circumstances for any reason."
"Hey, that's no problem for me. I'd make that promise to you. And,
I can understand why you don't want to get pregnant. Hey, the last
thing I would ever want right now, is to find out that I was going to
be a daddy? I've got my whole life ahead of me yet, and I have not
even started my career. I need a baby like I need another hole in the
head. Just like you said..."
That was, simply put, just about basically, all about how I got to
have my boy friend. I went with Gene till I graduated. Yes, I did let
him fuck me. In fact, he fucked me a lot. I really began to like
getting it that way too. I would let him open my blouse, and undo my
bra, so that he could suck on my breasts. He loved my 36C breasts. How
much I enjoyed what he did to my breasts is a new whole story in
itself, It was that fantastic.
Suffice it to say, that I graduated on the high honour role, the
dean's list. Gene had to stay at college as he had one more semester
to finish up. Terry and I graduated at the same time. By the time she
graduated, she had become very butchy. She is more like a guy than
some guys are like guys. As for me, I love it. We have no arguments
about who wears the pants in our family, believe me. Terry does. I
loved her as a girl, I adore her as a guy.
The day we graduated, Terry made me go into her room, and remove
all of her feminine clothes from the closets and drawers. She did not
want them any more, and she wanted me to put them all into my own
room.
I willingly obliged her. I love being the lady of the house. From that
day on, she was the man of the house, and I became her full time lady.
The week after we graduated, we moved to a city near her home
town. We applied for a marriage license and had our blood tests done.
Once everything was finalised. We signed the contract that you read in
the preamble of this novelette. Then, we went to a justice of the
peace, and we got married.
I did not wear a long wedding gown, as it was not a formal
wedding. I did wear a beautiful, white, two piece Irish linen blazer
and skirt suit though, with a red silk blouse and a white silk tie.
Under it, I wore rose coloured lingerie, and a red tightly laced
corset. Terry, my new husband, went wild over me when he saw what I
had on, when we got to the hotel's bridal suite.
He nearly ripped my clothes off me. He had gotten a big two ended
dildo from some place. It looked like it might have been made for
lesbians. He worked one end up inside of himself and secured it with a
harness around his hips. He worked the other end up inside of me. He
made me lie on my back too, when he fucked me, which made me feel just
that much more of a woman.
I loved it because it would not go soft like Gene's would. He fucked
me till he had multiple orgasms. He often said that this was the only
thing that he liked about still having a woman's sex organs.
That first night, when I had become legally and officially his
wife, and he'd become my husband, he fucked me three times, bringing
me to a wild orgasm each time. I knew that I was going to be happy for
a long me, as his wife
The next week, we presented ourselves to my lawyers. Terry had
spent the week preparing me to meet the lawyers, and advising me of
what was expected of me. I knew what each one looked like, who all
their family members were, and what they liked to eat. I had
supposedly grown up with them, after all. I was finally ready by the
end of the week. I was scared, but I was ready.
Legally, I was a married lady by the name of Mrs. J. Beverly
Johnson. Terry had become so successful at his masquerading as a man,
that no one in their right mind would ever have guessed that it was he
who should be in the panties and dress that I was wearing, and not me.
After half an hour of pouring over the various documents, they
were satisfied that I was indeed the Mrs. J. Beverly Johnson, nee
Price. I nearly chuckled that these august men, who had supposedly
known me all of my life, never once questioned if I was a woman.
They had me sign many, many documents, which released the balances of
the trust funds from the estate's executors, and ceded the ownership
of them over to me, and thence to my husband. He had taken the courses
in college to know exactly what to do with the all money. As far as I
was concerned, it was never mine and I did not care about it. All I
knew was that I could be very happy as Mrs. Terry Johnson, and that I
could live in silks, satins and feminine dresses for the rest of my
life. I was legally a woman now, so I could live like one. I now, at
long last, had a legal right to dress the way I chose to be dressed.
EPILOGUE
Terry was overjoyed to have finally beat the system. He had
become, though he could never tell anyone about it, the first woman in
this state to inherit her family's fortune. He celebrated by taking me
to Maui for an extended honeymoon.
First we went to the Pacific Beach hotel in Honolulu. It was absolutely fabulous with a three story aquarium that the dining room tables were beside. The night we got there, we went for in our supper in the hotel dining room and a skin diver was in the tank, feeding the fish.
I got a real serious burn the next day, because I had not put on
enough sun screen. We loved the International Market and she bought he
bought me pounds and pounds of coral Jewellery.
Right now, we are at the Maui Hyatt Regency hotel, and I am
finishing the writing of this story for you. The trade winds are
blowing and the air is full of that peculiar scent of the islands that
comes from a combination of the trade winds, the lava soil and the
flowers.
The doors to the lanai are open and I can hear the surf beating on the
sandy beach. Our lanai overlooks the tennis courts and I can hear the
girls giggling as they try to beat their men on the courts.
From our lanai, we can also see the setting sun, as it goes into the
sea between two not too distant islands. It is warm, so I am in a
bikini. In half an hour, I will go down and swim into the grotto bar,
where I will meet my lover husband. He is taking me to the Swan room
for supper, where we have a table reserved beside the pool, right
across from the waterfall. It is the table that the birds seem to like
to land on when there are diners at it.
I glance over at the bed. The maid has come already, and she has
laid chocolate mints and flowers on the pillow shams. with a little
card describing some aspect of the island folk lore.
I went over and took one of the flowers, and stuck it in my hair, over
my left ear, so that I will look just a little more like an island
girl.
Speaking of the island girls, I can not believe the complexions these
island girls have. I have just got to find out what makes their skin
so beautiful.
I told Terry that this was the day that I would finish this
novelette, and I need to celebrate my accomplishment. He told me that
we could do whatever I wanted to do to celebrate. I told him that all
I wanted was for him to love me and to make love to me till he loved
my little panties right off of me.
He said he would think about it. Tee hee hee. Then he kissed me and he
promised to see what he could do to accommodate me.
My measurements are now 37"-26"-36 1/2", so, I am a very nice
little package. Terry tells me that for him, I am the perfect little
woman. I am inclined to agree.
We have talked a lot about whether I should go all the way, and we
both agreed that I will keep my penis.
Terry had me also agree that it was all right with me if he sought out
surgery to flatten his chest and to give him a real cock. I have
agreed to that. I think it is normal for us to go that route now.
When our honeymoon is over, one of the things that he Is going to
do, is to go to Los Angeles where he wants to open an exclusive dress
shop for me. In it we will only sell my designs. He thinks that I have
a better idea of what is really feminine than do most women and, he
thinks we can make a lot of money from my talents as well. I can
hardly wait.
Well, dear gentle reader, Bye bye
End but not over...
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