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DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX BETWEEN
ADULTS. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU OR
VIOLATES
YOUR COMMUNITY STANDARDS. ALSO DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE
UNDER
THE AGE OF 18.
Authors Note: This story is about an ordinary guy who delves into
crossdressing. At first he does it for the money, later its for the
women,
and finally he does that and much, much more for his friend.
In this first part, there isn't a lot of sex, we follow John as he
makes his choices and tries out new things, learns a bit about the
opposite
sex and makes some new friends. Some may be unhappy that I don't jump right
into the "good stuff" but I try to add some actual story and reasoning
behind the events. I also try not to skip over significant pieces even
though they have no sex in them.
In the second part, John discovers what sacrifices he is willing to
make and just how far sexually he will go for his friendship, and learns
about himself in the process. This part of the story focuses less on
crossdressing and more on M/M and anal sex.
Part 1 - Chapter 5
After that things settled down into a routine. He went to class in the
mornings and in the afternoons, came home, put on his workout outfit, did
the small amount of makeup and went to the aerobics class. After class he
hung around the locker room as long as he dared, washing his face and
pretending to do his makeup but in reality watching the women, then he
raced home, laid on the bed and masturbated, stroking his cock while he
mentally replayed the scenes in the changing room.
After the first couple of days he realized he was going to need more
outfits. He couldn't simply put on a pair of shorts, the outfit had to be
carefully constructed to hide his telltale bulge. Watching the other women
he saw that pretty much anything goes for outfits and as long as he wore a
big loose top he could probably get away with most anything. So it was back
to the store again. The pretty clerk was there and she felt her eyes on him
as he selected some bike shorts. Trying to decide what else to wear with
them he looked for something definitely feminine to head off any suspicions
people may have. He spotted the thong outfits and selected a couple of
bright colored ones. That and some large tank tops completed the right
outfit.
As he took his pile of clothes to the register, he pondered briefly if
he was getting into this too deeply. After all, he told himself, truth be
told, I've probably spent as much on this project as I would have just
getting a normal membership. But then I never would have seen the locker
room.
He knew he was hooked, after seeing more naked women than his
classmates dreamed of, he realized he would go to great lengths to keep the
whole thing going. He plopped the clothes down on the counter and pulled
out his wallet. The pretty clerk watched him, smiling but without comment.
At home he pulled on the bike shorts and realized they showed his
panties too clearly. The women at the club did not show panty lines with
their outfits. Better not be obvious he thought as he stripped and pulled
the shorts on over his bare cock. Next came the bra and then the thong
leotard. Finally the big tank top over it all.
He walked around a bit, bent over, did some stepping, all the while
watching himself critically in the mirror, but the shirt covered his bulge
and nobody would notice. He did discover that the thong tended to ride up
in his butt crack. At first he constantly pulled it out, but then thinking
back he couldn't remember any of the women doing that so he forced himself
to stop.
After practicing some more his crack started to get used to the
pressure and it actually started to feel good. Now I know why all those
women wear those butt floss outfits, he thought, it feels good!
Pulling on a baggy pair of sweats he headed out the door for class.
In class, he was feeling really good. At first he had been pretty
uncoordinated and was unable to follow the instructor. But now he was into
the swing and counting and stepping with the rest. His colorful outfit
blending perfectly with the rest, his butt happily being rubbed by the
thong. Even though he was exercising hard his cock tended to twitch because
of the hot bodies around him and the way they moved. The womens only club
allowed the women to be more relaxed then if they knew men were around and
as a result he really got an eyeful.
After class while everyone was mopping their face, three women came up
to him. He had seen them, the blonde in particular because she was easily
the most beautiful in the whole class, and he had verified a number of
times that she was a natural blonde.
Now they stood before him. God she's beautiful, he thought, looking at
the blonde. She was wearing a bright orange outfit, cleavage visible in the
scooping neckline. Her hair was back but a few wisps had fallen out of
place, her checks were flushed from all the exercise and she had a big
smile on her face.
"Hi, I'm Emily," she said, "your new here right?"
"Hi Emily, nice to meet you. Yes I just joined last week, my name's
Joan" he managed to get out without too much trouble and in the right
voice.
"Well Joan, Brenda, and she indicated the redhead, "and Karen,"
pointing at the brunette, "were wondering if you wanted to get together for
a spritzer after we get cleaned up."
He wanted nothing more than to crush her in his arms right then and
there, but alarm bells were ringing in his head.
"Um, I didn't bring any clothes, I usually shower at home," he said
apologetically.
"That's OK, we'll meet you there in say, half an hour?"
"Sounds great, I'll look forward to it."
In the shower he panicked. He realized he had nothing to wear! The only
female clothing he had was exercise stuff. As he showered his head whirled
with thoughts of how he might be able to use the bike shorts and a
different shirt for a casual look. Then he remembered the first outfit he
had purchased, the stretch pants and dark top. It was still sitting on the
shelf, unused since that first day.
Sighing with relief he finished up, carefully put on his makeup and the
outfit and headed out the door.
"Hi," Karen said indicating the open stool as "Joan" walked in the
door.
He sat down with them and ordered a flavored water.
"Brenda figures you're a student at the college, is that right?" Joan
asked.
"Yes, I'm majoring in computers," he said settling down.
"Aha, I was right," Brenda announced triumphantly.
They chatted for an hour before Emily said she had to go. As they all
headed out the door, Emily said, "it was nice to get to know you Joan. See
you at the club tomorrow?"
"I'll be there," he promised.
Part 1 - Chapter 6
As the days and weeks went by the friendship of the four grew,
particularly between John (Joan) and Emily. He was immensely attracted to
her but after talking for hours over soda's, or wine coolers or coffee he
realized he really liked her with more than his cock, he liked her for a
friend. At times he surprised himself by ignoring her looks and talking to
her heart.
One day they were at her place, curled up on the sofa. They had each
had several glasses of white wine and were floating a little.
Emily had been looking into her glass, suddenly she looked up, "your
interested in girls aren't you?"
He sputtered a bit, unable to figure out what to say.
"I've seen the way you look at the women in the shower," she went on,
"you look like your attracted to them."
He suddenly had this vision, my God, he thought to himself, she's a
lesbian, what am I going to do now?
"Yes," he said in a small voice.
"I thought so," she nodded to herself, "well I just want you to know
I'm not interested in any of that kind of stuff. Though I should tell you
that Brenda goes both ways."
"In fact," she continued, half to herself, "I'm not really that much
interested in sex, are you?"
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"Yea, most people are, but its just not that interesting to me. I've
had several boyfriends and done lots of different things."
She looked up, "my God why am I telling you all this?"
He felt a sense of calm wash over him, "because we're friends that's
why and friends talk about their troubles with each other."
After he spoke the words, he felt the rightness of them deep inside,
and a sudden realization as well, "and because," he said seriously,
"because you're my best friend."
She looked at him for a minute, letting it sink in then said, "you
know, I've known Brenda and Karen a lot longer than you, but I feel like
you're my best friend too."
Then they both grinned at each other and took another big drink.
"My current boyfriend," Emily said, setting the drink down and hugging
a pillow, "he wants to do it all the time. He's got a big dick, biggest one
I've ever seen, and he always makes me come, and I really like him, but I'm
just not that interested in sex."
She put her chin down into the pillow, "sometimes I think I should go
to the doctor and get checked. I mean everyone else seems to like sex, but
once every other week or so seems about right for me. Stan, wants it every
night, and he usually wants to come two or three times."
John nodded sympathetically though he thought that sounded about right,
if he was banging Emily he would want to come two or three times a night
too.
Instead he said, "don't worry about it, theres always other ways of
making a guy happy."
"Oh I know, I give him blow jobs and hand jobs sometimes. He's pretty
open and experimental, he has even been pushing me to try anal sex but I
told him no way."
She giggled, "sorry to be so graphic. I don't usually talk this way."
"It's OK," he assured her, "I've done it too."
"Anal sex?"
"No, I mean taken care of my guy when I'm not really interested."
"You never talk about your boyfriend," she said sitting up a bit, "here
I am pouring my guts out to you about cock sizes and what we do in bed and
you haven't told me anything."
"Oh, I don't have anybody right now," he said, heart thumping in his
chest as he tried to come up with something.
"Oh," she sank back into the couch.
Later as he went home he realized this was kind of a turning point.
They were real friends now, confiding their secrets in each other. He
realized just how much he treasured their time together, how much he didn't
want to spoil it and started feeling guilty about his big secret.
If only I had met her differently, he thought, this might have worked
out. But he knew he never would have met her if not for the club and never
would have gotten to be friends if he wasn't "one of the girls".
They got together a lot after that, long chats and phone conversations.
They went to the movies together and just talked. He discovered he didn't
need to invent too much history about himself, just change the sex of most
of it. It was a lot easier to use his real upbringing and family than to
try and invent something.
He moved the topic around to sex a lot after that and discovered that
Stan came over several nights a week in the evening to spend time with
Emily. They had all gone out a couple of times, Stan and the four women.
John didn't blame Stan for pushing sex on Emily, he was whacking off a
couple of times a night himself between thinking about the locker room and
her. Yet when they were talking he didn't even think much of her sex, they
were just friends sharing their lives and interests with each other.