From user23@primenet.com Thu Feb 06 16:55:01 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Birds of a Feather" From: user23@primenet.com (Lisa Blades) Date: 6 Feb 1997 14:55:01 -0700 BIRDS.TXT "Birds of a Feather" I didn't know what to do. Always, when under pressure, I'd known exactly what to do. This moment defied all past pressure situations. I stood in the middle of the bedroom, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nothing to do but stand there in my sister's excercise outfit and stare. Brady's eyes run up and down me from head to toe. The blue tights, white leg warmers, and white top (which appeared to contain two plump breasts) I was wearing meant my death in this town. The only thought running through my mind was how stupid I w as for not locking the door. I always dressed when my family left, but it seemed the repetitiveness of the situation had made me careless. Brady, my best friend in the world, had decided to visit and caught me in my full feminine glory. What could I do? The trance I was under faded and I made a break for the bathroom, rubbing furiously at the make-up covering my face. "Don't!" I heard Brady yell as if my movement had broken his initial shock, "Let me look at you." I stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. Brady walked towards me staring at the outline of my body underneath the tights. "You make a very pretty girl," he said as he walked closer. I stepped in the bathroom and closed the door. His sarcasm hitting me hard and hurting. Tears were beginning to swell in my eyes....my damn masscara would run. The girl in the mirror stared back at me. The lean waist and wide hips I'd been born with going up to the breasts I had made just moments ago. My face was beautiful. It held makeup perfectly. "Open the door, Tyler," Brady said as he gently knocked "I'm not going to tell anyone. Come out and let me look at you." I wiped a tear from my eye. He had seen me as a female. He would not also see me crying. I opened the door and once again froze as Brady looked me up and down. "You're very convincing," He said as he stared, "You're good with the makeup and stuff." I didn't know whether to take it as compliment or sarcasm. "You have to promise you won't tell anyone," I said desperately "Not a soul." "I won't." He said. I'd known Brady for a long time....he'd keep his word. "under one condition." Here it was. The blackmail I should have seen coming. "You have to dress me," Brady said "I've always wondered what it would be like. So, if you show me....I won't tell." Sudden shock was quickly replaced by overpowering joy. Brady wanted to dress with me. My best friend as a boy could now be my best friend as a girl also. I could think of nothing better. "Are you sure?" I asked fearing it may be a joke. "Sure," he said confidently "if you make a pretty girl, I know I can." He was right. His slender build and smooth features would convert to a lovely young lady. His thick eyelashes and blue eyes would look perfect with the right touch of makeup. "O.K.," I said "Let's do it then. What do you want to wear?" "Do you think I could wear your sister's cheerleading suit? With something lacey underneath?" "Of course," I said "I've worn it myself. It looks and feels great." While Brady got the cheerleading outfit from the closet I went to my mom's room to invade the "stash" of garments my dad likes my mom in while they "play." I returned with some red thigh highs and red panties with bra. A slow smile spread across Brady's face as he saw what I carried. Watching Brady pull the thigh high's up over his shapely legs made me realize that he to was born with a somewhat feminine build. His legs had soft curves to them and his hips were slightly large. The red lace panties brought the curves of his hips out even more even as the leggings emphasized his legs. We put on the bra and stuffed it, giving him a full figuare. The white cheerleading skirt pulled on easily. A smile appeared on Brady's face as he enjoyed the feel of the thigh highs and the soft breeze made by moving in the skirt. When he put on the tight red and white sweater his body looked absolutly stunning. While he was doing this, I slipped out of the excercise gear and into something a little sexier. White hose and garter with matching lace panties and bra were pulled out my mom's drawer and onto my body. I finished by putting on a tight blue miniskirt and top with a white belt wrapped around my waist. I thought Brady's mouth would hit he floor when I returned to the bedroom. The noticable bulge underneath his skirt told me I was very attractive to him just as the throbing in my midsection emphasized my attraction to the body of the lovely young cheerleader sitting on the bed. I sat in a chair across from him and began applying his make-up. His face was absolutely made to have make-up on it. When done a short haired beauty of a girl sat on my bed. I could fall in love with this girl on my bed. "What about wigs?" He asked. "I think my mom has some but they are way old, left over from the seventies probably." "That's O.K.," he said "I just really want to go all the way, I mean , as long as we're dressed anyway." He didn't have to plead his case long. Dressed like that she could ask me to do anything. It donned on me I was thinking of him as she. Oh well...... I returned quickly with the wigs. He took the long flowing blonde one and put it on. I guess he wanted to be the beautiful blonde on the cheerleading squad. He was. He looked better than the cheerleading squad. I put on a shoulder-length brunette wig and turned to look at myself in the full length mirror. I was hot! I arched my back slightly sticking my chest forward and my ass outwards. In the mirror I could see her staring at my backside. My butt really did look good in this mini. The clothe barely covering my butt cheeks. "Let's take pictures." I said lifting my polaroid from the desk drawer I kept it in. We began posing and blowing kisses and having all sorts of fun. The pictures would be split and hidden. We looked incredible in the photos. To girls having fun in their bedroom. "Thanks for not telling," I whispered as Brady laid down beside me on the bed. We laid there for awhile, not really knowing what to do next but not wanting to return to the world of men. "Let's do this again sometime," Brady said as he rose from the bed. "O.K., but next time it's at your house. Your sister has that tight little black mini I've been dying to try on." ------------------------------------ This file came from Sierra Connection BBS Serving the Gender Community from Nevada 702-825-4220 8-N-1 28.8 VF (4 Nodes) Home of the Fiction Story Writing Contest Home of the Gif Beauty Contest -- x-x-x-x-x-x-x Lisa's TG Library posts stories on the Internet newsgroups for the enjoyment of adults only. Lisa Blades did not write the stories she posts (unless specifically noted) and does not claim any ownership or responsibility for these stories. If you would like to have a story posted without using your account, please e-mail them to Lisa with a title and byline and she will post them under her own account name. Thanks. Hope you enjoyed the story.