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A Second Date with Michael (MF, voy)
By Deborah Ann Jackson
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That afternoon I spent soaking in a perfumed bath and removing
any hair that had returned to my body. I was patted down with a
scented talc and then Linda helped me dress for my date with
Michael. We talked as I dressed and I was getting comfortable
sharing girl talk with Linda. I think we became closer as a
result of this punishment than at any other time in our lives. =
Now that I was experiencing what it was like to be a girl gave
me a better perspective in understanding some of the things she
had to deal with and a common ground for her to relate to how I
felt at the same time. There were some advantages to being a
girl, although I would never admit it openly, at least not yet. =
We talked about the boys we were dating and about the new
clothes we had tried on and bought at the mall. She tried to
prepare me for being on my own with Michael and being a good
date without going too far as to get a reputation for being
easy. We even laughed over how she and Karen had made me so
nervous making me think that I was going to have to give a blow
job on my first date. She acknowledged that she had never gone
that far with a boy and that she wouldn't do it until she was
older. She added that she wasn't sure whether Karen had done it
or not and that Karen refused to tell her the truth just to make
her think that she had. I told her that I could not do that
with another boy, and that I still felt a bit uneasy about
kissing a boy, though I did enjoy the kisses I had received in
the past form Michael. I was still a boy inside and being a
girl was still a new experience and it would take a lot more
than a week to get me used to it. I did slip up a bit as I
mentioned that I did like Michael and being held in his arms and
the attention that he gave me. Linda let it pass although I
could tell from the look on her face that she had heard me.
We continued to talk as she helped me do my makeup and hair
and I found out that she liked having me as a girlfriend. "As a
boy, you can be so hard to get along with, but this week as a
girl has been a lot of fun and I find that rather than dislike
you, I have enjoyed being together with you and doing things
together with Karen as a threesome. I know mother likes you
better as a girl. Your own mother is very surprised that you
have been so cooperative although she knows that some of the
threats that she is holding over you has contributed to your
good behavior. I can't wait until you find out what she has
planned for you on Sunday. You can ask until you are blue in
the face, but I promised not to tell what it was. Let's just
say that you are in for a little more time as a girl and I think
you are going to like it as much as mother and I do. I only
mention that more time is coming because you have to attend my
debutante ball at the country club and I think that under the
circumstances they will keep you as a girl at least till then. =
I don't think that ruins the surprise in any way or changes
anything you probably already figured out. I didn't know what
to say to her revelation as she was right I was expecting that I
would probably remain a girl through the fancy ball that my Aunt
had invited me to participate in and had already got me to get
Michael to commit to being my date for, but what else was mother
going to do to me and why would no one tell me about it and what
made them laugh when they were told about it themselves? =
It was time to concentrate on the day at hand and my date
with Michael to come. I finished dressing just as the doorbell
rang. It was Michael and he looked very nice in a sport shirt
and black dress pants. It was easy to tell that he was trying
to impress me with his looks. He didn't have to try hard. i
already thought of him as handsome and was pleased to be seen
with him. My Aunt extended my curfew before telling us to enjoy
our date. We then walked to the restaurant. I held his hand
the whole way. He opened the door for me to enter and held my
chair as I sat down. There are some real fun things about being
a girl and I was getting to enjoy them. I liked the attention. =
I liked the courtesies of having doors opened, chairs held,
dates paid for, and the warmth of being held in a boy's arms. =
The dinner was delicious. I excused myself to the ladies' room
before leaving to touch up my makeup. It was only another block
to the movie theater. He bought the tickets a soda and some
popcorn. We found some secluded seats toward the back of the
auditorium and settled down with his arm comfortably draped
around my shoulder. I eagerly welcomed the moments when he
would lean over and kiss me as I was falling into the female
role and I think I was actually falling in love with Michael. =
=46rom the movie we walked to the local ice cream parlor and had a
sundae for dessert. There were several other couples there and
not one of them thought Michael and I were any different from
them. soon it was time to leave and we took our stroll through
the park down by the lake. We paused to look at some of the
older couples engaged in heavy petting and one girl was engaged
in giving her boyfriend a blow job. That scene caused me to
blush and soon we found a spot of our own where we did nothing
more than gaze at the stars and hug and kiss a bit. The thought
of what I had seen that girl doing kept filling my mind with
excitement and wonder as I thought what it might be like to do
it to Michael, but a sense of my true identity kept me in check
and made me feel guilty for even having such thoughts. The
thoughts haunted me even after we had returned home and kissed
goodnight at the door. They haunted my dreams that night as
well. I couldn't tell my Aunt what I had seen but I had to tell
someone, so I asked Linda for some private time and to help me
dress for the wedding that I would be attending that morning.
THE END