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From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo)
Date: Sat, 28 Jan 1995 17:42:49 UTC
Subject: TG: The Co-Ed by Katherine Alicia Harrison

			      The Co-Ed
				  by
		      Katherine Alicia Harrison

	For as long as I can remember, Cindy and I were friends. I
can't really say that the feeling was as mutual as all of that. She
was the kind of girl that guys wanted. I was the kind of guy that no
one wanted, that was except for Cindy. I guess she really liked me,
but I always felt that it was more because I did everything for her
than the fact that she really "liked" me. I did her homework, most of
her chores, I was practically at her beck and call.

	What ever she wanted, I guess it was the only male-female
relationship that I was able to have. Most of the other girls thought
I was just a skinny little runt. I was only 5'3" and weighed about
135lbs.

	Cindy was a good four inches taller than me and was stronger
too, I found out when I couldn't pick up her suitcase filled with her
old books to put them away in the attic. Cindy was tall and blonde and
had a fantastic figure. She dated a lot of different boys, never just
one. I always wanted to ask her out, but could never get up the
nerve, just as well. She would never go out with a nerd like me,
Jonathan Jerome Watson.

	She would call me J.J., I thought that was cool, my father
always called me Jonathan, worse yet, my mother always called me
Jerome. Yeck! Anyway, all senior year of high school, I was helping
Cindy keep up her grades to get into college. She was a horrible
student and needed all of my help. I had been accepted to State on an
early acceptance to their computer sciences program, as well as
several other schools, all with high rankings.

	Cindy finally got into state, probably on a wing and a prayer
and a helpful admissions assistant she befriended, no doubt using her
feminine wiles. She came over to the house to tell me and was
ecstatic. I never saw her so happy, she came up to my room and hugged
me and kissed me, knocking my glasses right off my face. She said,
"J.J. we are going to college together, this is great, wow, now I know
I will make it!"

	I felt good that she was so happy, but also knew it would be
four more years of doing double duty.

	We graduated that spring, Cindy was doing her usual summer at
the beach, I was going up to State early to get a start on some
courses. I got up to school and found that college was not at all what
I expected. First I was thrown in with a bunch of jocks in the
freshman dorms. I got the crap beaten out of me three or four times,
the school was so big and so imposing, I felt homesick, I didn't know
what to do. Finally giving up, I left to come home.

	My mother and father were so disappointed, knowing that I was
not socially adjusted to be with other people, alone without a
protector or someone who would look after me. My father wanted to
force me to go back, my mother showed a little more compassion.

	The weekend came around and Cindy came home from the shore.
She was to go up to State for Freshman cheerleader tryouts in a week
and had to get ready. When I saw her she was more beautiful than ever.
She came over to see me. My mother, in all of her wisdom, told her
everything.

	When she first came up to my room, I saw her and thought she
would laugh at me, knowing full well that mom had spilled the beans.
She came over to me and sat down on the bed and looked at me. I
couldn't take it, I broke down and started to cry. She held me for
what must have been over an hour, stroking my hair, (I had grown it
longer this year, which was my feeble attempt at coolness. By growing
it long I thought I would be accepted by at least the metalheads or
someone.)

	Finally she looked at me and after a long pause said, "J.J.
you are never going to make it like this. Even I can't help you,
especially like you are, to get you accepted. We tried building you up
in high school with all of that workout stuff and that didn't work.
You don't fit in. I like you because you've been more like a
girlfriend to me than a boyfriend. I've always been able to talk to
you in a way that I can't talk to other boys and you're a good
listener. You think like a girl, you're sensitive and have always
liked the things that girls would like not boys. You're not going to
make it like this. Not the way you are."

	I just hung my head, I didn't know what to say. She was right.
I always liked things that girls liked as long as I could remember. I
never liked sports, at least not contact sports, not with all of that
pressure. I was never good at the things that most guys were good at.
Cindy got up and walked around and suddenly looked at me as if a light
bulb went off in her head.

	"J.J. what if you didn't have the problems we were just
talking about. What if it was all right for you to think more like a
girl, what if it was acceptable for you to be like you are, well at
least with some of my help."

	I didn't know what she was thinking but I kept listening.

	"J.J., with a little work it could be done, I worked in the
guidance office and know where everything is and that guy from
admissions, I'm sure I could take care of him. You will be no
problem."

	I had no idea what she was talking about.

	"Cindy, what are you saying?"

	She answered back with an idea I could not believe,

	"J.J., I bet with a little work and planning, I could get your
records changed from Jonathan Jerome Watson to Jennifer Joyce Watson
and you could be my roommate! I would take care of you and you would
take care of me."

	I couldn't believe my ears, what was she saying, she went on,
"Remember when we were little and I used to dress you up as my little
sister and we would pretend. And remember last year at school when I
dressed you up as a girl for Halloween, you looked better as a girl
than you ever looked as a guy, it took half the day before anyone
found out who you really were, and I knew some guys who would have hit
on you until they found out. You can do it.

	"You don't have to be a glamour queen, you can be a wallflower
for all I care. I get a roommate that can keep me in school, and you
go to college and finish things out, It can't be any worse than things
are now."

	I sat and thought a lot, how can she be thinking that I would
go along with this. I looked at her and she said again, "Remember we
would be ROOMMATES and I would take care of you."

	I couldn't believe it, but the words came out of my mouth,
"YES!"

	Cindy hugged me again and kissed me again and said, "J.J. you
will never regret it."

	I didn't know about that.

	"We've got to make plans," Cindy said. "I'll go down and tell
your parents that I talked you into going back to school."

	She ran down the stairs. She talked for a long time and
finally my dad called me downstairs and said he was proud of my
decision and said I was brave to make the decision.

	I had no idea of what she told them, I hoped it was not
anything we talked about. I walked Cindy back to her car and she told
me what they discussed. She told them that she would look after me
back at school, but to insure that I adjusted, I needed to spend the
entire school year at college without coming home. No holidays,
nothing. I could call every once in a while, but I had to break all of
my ties, as to not have a relapse of homesickness. She would take care
of me and make sure I learned how to fit in. They agreed and said that
they would leave it all up to her. I couldn't believe it, it sounded
too bizarre to be true. Cindy kissed me goodbye and told me to get a
good night's sleep because we only had a couple of days to get ready.
She would stop by to pick me up at 8:00 am. I went back into the house
and talked to my parents. They thought it was wonderful that Cindy was
doing this, how lucky I was to have her as a friend, if only they
knew. I went up to bed and fell asleep wondering what the next few
days would bring.

	I woke up early the next day and got dressed. A quick bite to
eat and Cindy pulled up in the driveway, right on time. She seemed
much more excited about this than I could ever be. She had asked me to
bring my prescription for my glasses for some reason. Who knows. Our
first stop was school, Cindy went in to the guidance department, with
a little of undercover work and picked up a copy of my transcripts as
well as blanks. She made the proper alterations and we were off. Next
stop, Cindy's house. Cindy's mom and dad both worked, so we were
alone.

	We went upstairs to Cindy's room and the first thing she had
me do was to strip naked. I couldn't believe it! She gave me a pair of
her cotton panties to put on and a short silk robe. "J.J. you better
get used to it if we are going to pull this off."

	I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. She started to
measure me, everywhere. She even got a little playful with me and I
got an erection, small as it were. Cindy turned to me and said, "Now
J.J., we have no time for that now, we have a lot of work to do. If
you're a good GIRL, I will take care of you later."

	I found that Cindy was really getting into this and I figured
that if I was going to be "taken care of" I should definitely play
along. She finished up and had me get dressed, except I left the
panties on, she insisted that I start getting into the part. We left
and went to the mall. She had asked me to bring the money I had earned
from my computer tutoring with me to take care of some essential
items. When we got to the mall, I found out what they were.

	First we went to her favorite lingerie shop; she bought
several pairs of panties, some bras, some foundation garments,
camisoles and tap pants sets, teddies, stockings and some nighties.

	All told the bill was over $200. I saw my money going fast. I
was very concerned that I was to be more "low key" looking than I
thought Cindy was going to make me out to be. I insisted that the
balance of the purchases reflect a more conservative look; she agreed.
The next place we went to was The Limited. She bought two pairs of
pants, a couple of blouses, sweaters, jeans and a denim skirt. (I
cringed when she bought that.) Another $200.

	After several more stores, I had spent over $700 of my
savings, but we were not done yet. We went to the shoe store.
Apparently Cindy had measured my feet and found them to be the same
size as hers. She bought me a couple of pairs of tennies, a pair of
ladies loafers, a pair of stylish lace up shoes, a pair of Jazz shoes
and a pair of black boots with a low heel. Finally she looked at me
with a smile on her face and purchased a pair of black 4" pumps with
little bows at the heel, I shook my head no several times and she
still made the purchase.

	Finally, feeling a little queasy, I sat down on a bench in the
middle of the mall, while she completed the errands. When she came
back, almost an hour later, she had several more bags from various
ladies stores and had spent another $600. Almost all of my money. Last
stop was the One hour eyeglass lab. She picked out a very stylish pair
of red frames and tried them on. She even had me try them, I couldn't
believe that she had me trying things on in public.

	Satisfied, she had the stylist make up a pair, for "her", with
a violet to rose tint and handed the stylist my prescription. It read
J.J. Watson, She just posed as J.J. They said that they would be ready
in an hour and we took off for lunch.

	"J.J., when we get back up to school, we will have you fitted
for contact lenses, they will be much more becoming when you're
dressed up."

	Oh Boy! What was I getting into!

	I didn't feel much like eating, Cindy said that was all the
better, because I was going to have to get used to watching my figure.
We stopped back at the eyeglass place and Cindy picked up the
prescription.

	We left the mall and when we got out to the car, she had me
try on the glasses. They were better fitting than the ones I presently
owned. Cindy thought I looked cute, I thought I looked like a boy
wearing girl's glasses. We went back to her house and went up to her
room. We only had a few minutes until her Mom came home, so Cindy
proceeded to show me the other things she bought me:

	At first I had no intention of wearing most of the clothes and
I couldn't believe she bought them! First she showed me two dresses,
one was a black sweater dress that had a wide collar that she said
could be worn either off or on the shoulders. The other was a floral
pattern sun dress that buttoned up the front and was very fitted. I
don't know how she expected me to wear it.

	Then she showed me a black leather skirt that was quite short
and a drop waisted, or at least that's what she called it, denim skirt
that was also short, but flared out at the hips. She bought me an
assortment of tops, all quite feminine and not what I had in mind and
a few more pairs of pants in various styles. Finally she showed me
some workout and what she called "Knock-about" clothes that were also
hard for me to imagine wearing.

	As she finished, her mother came home. We had to quickly stow
away the new items and come downstairs. Cindy said goodbye to me and
said she would call me later. At about 10:00 I got a call from her and
she said, "J.J., I spoke to Michelle, my friend who works at the salon
I go to. I got her to agree to take care of you before we go to
school. I have to make an excuse that we have to leave tomorrow
afternoon to get to school on time. Michelle will meet us at the salon
at 7:00pm, after it closes, for your appointment, and take care of
making you beautiful. We can stay in a motel and leave for school
Friday morning as we had originally planned.

	"So pack your stuff as if you are going to go tomorrow, I'll
call your Mom and tell her. I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep tight
girlfriend!"

	And she hung up.

	I couldn't get a word in edgewise. I couldn't believe what she
did. She told someone else about this. A perfect stranger. How could
she. What was she doing scheduling me for an "Appointment". I didn't
know if I was into this girlfriend stuff yet. I was going to call her
back and tell her the whole thing was off, but I wimped out again. I
was up all night thinking and when all was said and done, I guess that
State was going to end up with another Co-Ed this fall... ME!

				* * *

	I awoke the next morning not quite well rested. I tossed and
turned all night thinking about what was to come.

	At about 9:00, Cindy called my mother and started to tell her
that the tryouts were pushed up until tomorrow morning and we would
have to leave this afternoon for the six hour ride to State in order
for her to be well rested in the morning. Mom bought the whole thing,
hook, line and sinker. Cindy, because she coerced me into going back
to school, could do no wrong. Mom came up to tell me that Cindy had
called and the whole story. I had to be packed and ready to leave by
4:00. I packed up most of my things and separated out what I was
actually bringing from what I was pretending to bring. Those cases
were being put into storage in Cindy's basement. Finally 4:00 came
around and Cindy showed up in her white VW cabriolet. My father never
thought that we would get all of the luggage into the tiny car.
Finally after a very tearful goodbye, we were off.

	The first stop was to Cindy's house. We had left so early so
that we could drop off and hide my stored luggage at her house in the
back of the basement. I had a steamer trunk with a lock on it for all
of my clothes. Cindy put a note on it saying, "Cindy's Summer Stuff"
and we carried it down into the back of her basement. She said that
her parents would never think it was anything else. We went upstairs
and got the three suitcases with my new clothes and put them in the
car. We had less room now than we did before, but we could still get
the top up if we had to and lock everything up when we stopped for the
night.

	I was so nervous, I was shaking like a leaf. We weren't to
meet Michelle for another hour, her salon was at the mall in the next
town over. We parked the car at the mall and Cindy grabbed the small
suitcase she had packed for me. We walked around the mall and window
shopped for a while. Cindy picked out a pair of gold stud earrings and
said that she wanted Michelle to pierce my ears. I said no way, but
she bought them anyway.

	We saw the last person leave the salon and watched as the
owner told Michelle to lock up when she was finished. We waited until
the coast was clear and headed over to the salon. Michelle was a very
pretty redhead, very trendy dresser, wearing a leopard print blouse
and stone washed jeans that fit her like a glove. She was wearing low
heels and lots of jewelry. I timidly entered the salon and she brought
us into the back while she closed up in front.

	Finally we sat down and Michelle started right in, "So J.J.,
I'm going to help you fit into your new role. Cindy said you would be
a great candidate, how do you feel about it."

	I was about to have a breakdown, Cindy gave me a Valium, that
she stole from her mother and told me to relax. I was honest with
Michelle, that I was scared to death and I had no idea how I was going
to pull it off. Cindy looked at me and said, "J.J., you don't give me
enough credit. Do you want to forget the whole thing and have me take
you back home to be a quitter!"

	She seemed almost angry, I didn't want to upset her and I
didn't want to be a quitter and said, "No, this is what I want."

	I think the Valium was kicking in, because my knees stopped
shaking. Michelle said fine, let's get started. She took me into the
back and had me strip naked. I was very self conscious as she looked
me over. She covered my torso with a smelly cream and had me wait
about twenty minutes before taking a shower. The small amount of hair
that was on my body was gone. I was told to lie down on a low table
and she proceeded to wax my legs and "bikini line", boy was that
rough. Cindy gave me a pair of white cotton panties to wear and a
kimono-like robe. Michelle brought me into the main salon room and
sat me at one of the stations.

	Next she waxed my eyebrows and used the electrolysis needle on
my faint beard. She said I needed a few more treatments (I didn't know
it was permanent).

	She then gave me a facial and removed the small callouses from
my feet. I couldn't believe the process I was going through, but the
pill had done its job and I could feel no pain. I was given a pedicure
and saw that my toenails were now pink. Michelle brought me over to
the shampoo sink and shampooed and conditioned my hair. She gave me a
cut that framed my face and proceeded to give me a perm. I couldn't
stand the smell of the perming solution, but couldn't do much about
it.

	The perm was done and when she finished with the styling and
some highlighting, I wasn't allowed to look. I think that Cindy
thought that I would leave right then and there. I insisted on seeing
myself, but Cindy convinced me that I wanted to wait until they were
done. Michelle then took me over to the manicurist's table and gave me
tips and wraps and several layers of polish as well, I protested when
she made the nails so long, so she filed them down to a more
conservative length and gave them another coat of pink polish and a
top coat. Finally I was brought over to the Cosmetician area, first,
much against my protests, Michelle pierced my ears. Cindy gave her the
gold studs for me to wear.

	She then started on my makeup. I asked her as calmly as I
could not to go too wild. She promised. I ended up with a rather
subdued look except for my eyes, where she used lots of mascara. Cindy
brought out the overnight case that she had brought in and took out
the clothes she picked for me to wear. She had two outfits chosen. The
one which included the denim skirt, I refused to wear. The other was a
pair of jeans with a blouse of white cotton with puffy sleeves, I said
OK and she proceeded to get me dressed.

	She had me take off my panties and put on a flesh colored g-
string-like garment that was quite elastic. It pushed the last
vestiges of my maleness up and underneath me. I was then given a pair
of white lacy bikinis and a matching white bra. I had to wear an
elastic waist cincher to give me a little shape. It was uncomfortable,
but bearable. She gave me a pair of silicone filled inserts used for
mastectomy patients that filled out my bra to a B-cup. It felt strange
to feel the additional weight on my chest, and they jiggled when I
moved. The blouse, I found out, was a western style that buttoned on
the bias and had a very tailored taper.

	Cindy gave me a pair of socks to wear.

	I thought to myself, "Thank God she didn't want me to wear
stockings."

	I put the jeans on and they fit well. The had a wide waistband
and fit to show off my rear. The jeans were baggy fit in the legs and
tapered to the ankle. The ankles had zippers and little bows at the
top of the zippers.

	Cindy gave me the boots she bought for me. They were short
boots with a low heel and a little decoration at the top. She handed
me my new glasses, fastened a gold chain with a little heart pendant
around my neck and gave me a gold cuff bracelet to wear. I turned
around and looked in the mirror and almost passed out. I was a GIRL!
With my glasses on I looked a little "book-wormish", but I looked like
the kind of girl that if I took off my glasses, I could show real
promise. I couldn't believe it. I was actually excited, this could
really work. I didn't want to appear too enthusiastic to Cindy, or she
would probably make me wear the skirt and heels, but I began to feel
that this wasn't going to be too bad after all.

	My hair was not the BROWN it was before, but a cute brunette
with reddish highlights. The perm was still kind of tight, but it
framed my face nicely and cascaded in curls down the back just above
my shoulders. I had cute bangs in the front. My eyes were deep with a
golden eye shadow and long black lashes. My lips were a soft pink-
coral color matching my nails. They were full, almost pouty. My look
was that of a college co-ed. Cindy was very pleased with how I looked
and said, "Let's go out and celebrate!"

	I didn't know about going out in public yet, but off we went.

	We left the salon and Michelle locked up. On the other side of
the mall was a restaurant that also had a small nightclub. The
drinking age was eighteen, and I was still seventeen until next week.
The last thing I needed was to get proofed. Cindy noticed my hesitancy
and said, "Don't worry honey, we are only going to get something to
eat."

	We went inside and were seated at a table. I noticed how
different women are treated in public places and I liked it. We
ordered salads and I ordered a Perrier. Cindy ordered wine and was
proofed, she was already eighteen and I cringed when the waiter looked
at me and thought about asking for my proof as well.

	One of the things I had not thought about in all of this was
my voice. I had a high squeaky voice for a guy, but for a girl, I
still didn't have the mannerisms down fully and thought I would be a
dead giveaway if I attempted to talk. At first I whispered, almost
feigning that I had lost my voice.

	As I became more comfortable I spoke a little clearer, but was
still apprehensive.

	We finished dinner and as I could of guessed, Cindy wanted to
go into the nightclub. After pleading on my part, she relented. We
said our goodbyes to Michelle and were off to the motel for the night.
Cindy had picked a place about fifty miles up the interstate and we
headed off. I found myself thinking about my new existence and what
was happening to me as we drove along the highway, I had a lot of
things to think about. Cindy was playing the stereo and a Carly Simon
song came on. We found ourselves singing along and I began to fall
more and more into the acceptance of my female role. I liked the
feeling I was getting, the acceptance by Cindy and the fact that I was
starting over as a girl.

				* * *

	When we finally got to the motel, Cindy went into the office
to check in. I waited by the car and came to the realization all of a
sudden that Cindy and I were going to be sleeping in the same room. I
felt stupid, because we were going to be roommates at school, but it
hadn't occurred to me the fact that rooming together meant sleeping
together. (I'm a little airy sometimes).

	Cindy came back to the car and we unpacked what we needed and
went into the room. The room was plain and clean and I guess that's
all that mattered. It was hot because the air conditioning had not
been turned on. Cindy immediately stripped down to her bra and
panties. What an incredible body she had. Her breasts were full and
pert. The tiny bikini was barely covering her crotch. She was every
eighteen year old guy's dream girl. She sat on her bed, (there were
double beds) and told me to get comfortable. Even though she saw me
buck naked before, I still felt self conscious undressing in front of
her. Finally I too striped down to my bra and panties. Here we were,
too young girls on their way to college. It was almost 10:30 and it
had been a long day.

	Cindy had promised both her and my folks that we would call
when we got to school. Since we were supposed to be at school tonight,
we had to call. I felt strange talking to my mother while wearing a
bra, but soon got over it. Finally after I finished the call and Cindy
talked to her parents, we got ready for the night. Cindy changed into
a very sheer white teddy and told me to go into the bathroom to get
ready while she put out my things for the night. Cindy had me wash up,
take off my makeup and wear a lot of moisturizer the night. She had me
put on some perfumed dusting powder and when I had returned to the
bedroom, she had a pink baby doll set laid out for me to wear.

	I didn't want to get into the habit of wearing such totally
feminine things, she coerced me by becoming very amorous and started
telling me that she would make me feel so good if I did what she said.
I couldn't help myself with such an offer and I put on the sexy
nightie and lay down on the bed.

	Cindy sat beside me and started to tell me how glad she was
that I wanted to go along with her and be her girlfriend. She lit up a
joint and gave it to me. I had never indulged before and coughed a
little at first then got into it. She stroked my hair and made me feel
better than I had in a long time.

	She got up and pulled a small soft case out of her overnight
bag and placed it down on the bed next to me. Then she reached over
and dropped the spaghetti straps that held up the top to my nightie.
She started to trace little circles around my hardening nipples and
then reached over and started sucking on them. I was in heaven!

	While she played and sucked, she said that I was a pretty girl
and pretty girls who allow themselves the pleasure of fulfilling
themselves as women, feel this kind of pleasure all the time. Wouldn't
it be wonderful if I were to attempt to be all the woman I could be
and feel these pleasures regularly. Feeling as I did right at that
moment, it was hard to deny that I was enjoying this experience
immensely. She said that normally she was not into "girls", but wanted
to show me the pleasures of being a woman. I wanted to reciprocate,
but she said that she was not a lesbian and that her sexual desires as
well as mine would soon be fulfilled by the new men in our lives. I
was totally opposed to the notion, but caught up in the moment, did
not object.

	Cindy reached down and pulled on the little ties that held up
my bikini bottoms. She pulled down the g-string device that held my
maleness in place and gently started stroking my little "Clit", as she
called it. The sensations were fantastic. I felt my pulse quicken and
I began to shake, she stopped momentarily and removed from her bag a
small battery operated vibrating rubber cock. She continued stroking
me while she touched the dildo to my cheek. She reached over and
kissed me and said, "Jennifer show me what kind of woman you really
are," and proceeded to feed me the eight inch long phallus.

	I reluctantly sucked on it as she quickened the pace of
stroking me. My saliva that coated the cock, lubricated it. Cindy took
it out of my mouth and reached down and slowly began to touch the
rosebud of my ass with it as she continued to stroke my "clit". She
said that I should learn what it would be like to have a man inside of
me. Too caught up in the heat of the moment to protest, she then
slowly inserted the vibrating phallus into my virgin "pussy".

	As she maneuvered the dildo, she stroked me until I erupted
into her hand. I collapsed, exhausted.

	Too tired to object, she reached up and fed me my own cum,
saying, "Be a good girl Jen and lick it all up, in time you will learn
to love it, especially when it comes from the right guy."

	I was drained and tired and too waisted to be argumentative
about my sexual preferences. I fell asleep in her arms and didn't
awaken until the first light.

	Cindy had already awaken and dressed when I got up. She was
wearing a short white skirt, a cute red and white top with straps and
white bows at the shoulders, and stockings with red flats. She laid
out my clothes for the day, after last night I could hardly protest.
She had set out a pair of pink and violet tropical pattern shorts that
had a tie waist and a matching blouse with short cap sleeves. She also
put out a matching pink bra and bikini panty set and a pair of
pantyhose. I said to myself that there was no way she was getting me
into them.

	I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I got out, dried
off, wrapped the towel around me and went back into the bedroom. Cindy
sat me down at the desk and proceeded to do my makeup. She was a
little more generous than Michelle and used a lot of blush, a generous
amount of mauve colored eye shadow and a violet eye liner and mascara.
She outlined my lips with a dark pink lip pencil and filled in with a
frosted pink lipstick and blended them with the lip brush. When she
was done, I was more feminine than I could ever imagine.

	This was all happening too quickly. I got a little nervous,
but Cindy calmed me down. I put on my "device" and slipped into the
panties. They seamed to hug my derriere and were very lacy. The bra
was very lacy as well and very sheer.

	When she put the breast forms in the cups of the bra, the
"nipples" of the forms pressed into the bra and were quite apparent.
Cindy loved the way I looked. I protested greatly, but as everything
seamed to have gone in the last few days, she talked me into wearing
the pantyhose. They felt strange on my skin, but made my legs look
most feminine.

	I put on the shorts, they were different than I first pictured
them. They looked like a skirt and tied in place, Cindy called them
"Diaper Shorts!". I wasn't too happy about this, although they were a
cute pattern and had all sorts of tropical flowers on them. I then put
on the blouse and buttoned the front. I then realized why Cindy didn't
have me wear the cincher. The blouse was a midriff. The front also
tied into a knot which, in combination with my new found "breasts",
made for a most feminine figure.

	The nipples in the breast forms were clearly visible through
my blouse. This was more than I could handle, I was about to protest
when Cindy said, "Jen dear, if you are going to be my roommate, you
are going to have to keep up with me. In other words, I'm not living
with a nerd! If you don't like it we can stop right now, but I will do
nothing to help you and you can go back home and explain why you look
the way you do. I want you to feel comfortable as a girl and to be
able to be accepted by my new friends at school. You are going to have
to loosen up. I wont force you all the time to wear sexy feminine
things, but sometimes it's for your own good. YOU HEAR ME?"

	I heard her loud and clear and thought it was wise not to show
my displeasure. Which was particularly hard when she brought out the
next items for me to wear.

	"Now Jennifer, put these on and get used to them."

	They were a pair of four inch purple pumps. I was never going
to wear them, but the stern looks I was getting from Cindy changed my
mind. They were difficult to walk in but after a few minutes of
walking around, I got used to taking short mincing steps and was able
to keep my balance.

	I looked at myself in the full length mirror behind the door
and saw a sexy young woman staring back at me. The top was very
feminine and fitted. It had a wide collar and was buttoned low. My bra
pushed what little flesh I had on my chest together to show a slight
bit of cleavage. My waist was slim enough to get away with, although I
knew Cindy wanted me to lose weight. The shorts were very sexy, they
tied at my waist and were high cut on the sides where the flaps tied
in place. My legs encased in the stockings were quite shapely
considering, even my knees weren't too knobby. My calves were
stretched by the height of the heels and looked most sexy, especially
from behind where, if I must say so myself, I had a really cute ass,
particularly elevated by the heels.

	Cindy had me sit down and she tied a cute pink ribbon around
my hair and tied a bow at the top. She then fastened my necklace with
the heart pendant around my neck and also put a matching bracelet with
a little dangling gold heart around my ankle. I was becoming a
provocative young woman!

	After everything was done, she sprayed me with a generous dose
of L'air du Temps and we finished packing and were off. When we got
into the car, Cindy handed me a pair of purple sunglasses that she had
made up for me in my prescription. She used the last of the money I
had given her to pay for them. She said I looked like a starlet!

	It took us about five hours to reach State. I relaxed as we
rode down the highway and we talked, laughed and sang the whole way.
By the time we reached school, I had become lots more comfortable with
my appearance. I even didn't mind all of the stares I was receiving
from the truckers as we drove along the highway. Cindy and I smoked a
joint at a stop we made along the way and I was so relaxed that I
actually found myself flirting when they passed us by.

	When we reached the college, Cindy drove over to the
Administration building and met with the guy she had met in
admissions.

	After reluctantly promising to make a date with him for the
homecoming weekend if he did her this favor, he got my papers changed
and gave her a submission slip for Jennifer Joyce Watson. She thanked
him and we were off to housing.

	At the housing office we were assigned to the co-ed dorms on
the south side of campus. Cindy was hoping for the co-ed dorms, so was
I because each room had its own bathroom; thank God, we were in luck.
We went over to the dorms and found our room on the second floor. As
we walked up the stairs, we met two guys that lived down the hall, Don
and Rob. They were most glad to meet us, I could tell by the rise in
their shorts, and helped us bring up our stuff. Don was a freshman
football player and was huge, over 6'5" and had a perfect body. Cindy
almost had an orgasm thinking about him on our hall. Rob was a
lacrosse player, he was about 6' and wore glasses. He had longer
blonde hair and was thin but muscular.

	Cindy looked at me and then looked at Rob, back and forth, I
knew she was up to no good. After talking to the guys for a while,
Cindy and Don doing most of the talking, Rob and I being more shy, Don
asked Cindy to go out with him on Friday night, she accepted and then
did the fateful act of saying, "Why don't we make it a double date and
Robbie can take Jenny."

	My heart stopped! What was she doing. I was nervous just
talking to these guys, here she was setting me up on a date. Rob was
smiling and asked me out, I looked back at Cindy and she was giving me
the evil eye as if to say, "You better say yes."

	I looked down and then at Rob and said yes. It was done.

	We said goodbye to the guys and settled into the room. I was
very quite and just went about unpacking my things, pouting. Cindy
came over to me, sat me down on the bed and said, "J.J. you will be
fine, remember, you must relax and accept who and what you are. Look
at you, you are a desirable girl. And you will be even better. By the
time we finish this year, you will be wondering what it was like to be
a boy, and never wanting to know again. You are going to love who you
are, the things that are going to happen to you. If we can get your
body in shape and do a few other things, maybe you could even become a
cheerleader like me! Wouldn't that be fun. I know everything will be
all right. OK."

	As apprehensive as I was, I knew I was going to have to deal
with this. I was in too deep right now and could not get out. I took a
deep breath and said, "All right." Cindy smiled and kissed my
forehead. And said, "Honey, let's go over to the field house, you can
watch Cheerleader practice and then we can get a drink."

	She grabbed her workout stuff and we went over to the gym. I
sat up in the stands in the gym and watched the girls practice. They
were all so sexy and athletic. Instead of thinking about them as I
would have only a few weeks ago, I was thinking differently. I wanted
to be one of them. I wanted to have a body like theirs. I wanted to
look as good as they did, and thinking of the meeting back at the dorm
with the guys, I wanted to attract men as they did. I really wanted to
be a complete woman. I loved how I looked, even though I had protested
so much, I was really getting into this. And I was actually looking
forward to Friday night and my date with Robbie.

				* * *

	Over the next couple of days after Cindy and I arrived at
State, we got settled in. Cindy didn't push me to hard over the first
few days and seemed to let me become more acclimated to my new role.
W

	e got set up with Cafeteria passes, Student I.D.'s and all of
that other type of stuff. Cindy even got a copy of a fake license
correction form put through that changed the name and gender on the
state records that enabled me to get a new Picture I.D. drivers
license, although I got so nervous at the Motor Vehicles office that I
ended up getting sick in the ladies room. The way that I looked was
like the majority of girls on campus and Cindy was in the minority. I
wore my "State" sweats, jeans and loose shirts, just like most of the
girls in the dorm. Cindy was the one to wear the more sexy and
feminine clothes and was always needling me to try some new make up or
one of her new outfits.

	I was starting to feel more secure and willing to go along
with this as I gained more confidence that I could fit in, as long as
I didn't have to try too much too soon. Cindy seemed to recognize this
and didn't push me too hard.

	Classes started on Thursday morning and my schedule was a
killer. I had 8:00 classes every morning but Fridays. Several computer
labs and one night course in information science on Wednesday nights.
All told I was carrying twenty credits, more than almost anyone in the
dorm. I slowly got to meet some of the other people in the dorms. Lori
and Megan were in the room next to us. Lori was a nursing student and
was a gorgeous brunette, she looked much older and sophisticated than
the other freshman girls. Megan was a party-er, a little chunky and
had wild short, bleached blond hair. She wore really funky clothes and
made me laugh a lot.

	On the other side of our room were Andrea and Christine.
Andrea was a business student and was not always the friendliest, she
seemed kind of aloof. Christine was a Computer Sciences major, like me
and was very quiet. Cindy said Christine could be pretty if she tried
more, I thought that she was kind of pretty. Cindy said, "Jen you're a
lot prettier than she is."

	I was both happy and embarrassed to hear that. "Andrea was
just a bitch," and as Cindy would say, "Nobody would bother looking at
her anyway."

	Although I thought she was very pretty, in a preppie sort of
way.

	The other side of the hall were mostly guys. Don and Robbie
lived on the one end of the hall, next to them Fred and Salmi. Fred
was the text book nerd!

	As a matter of fact, as Cindy constantly reminds me, he was a
lot like what I was like. (Fred is a living incentive for me to become
a full fledged woman) Salmi is your stereotype Indian, the type that
you usually find in 7-11's. He doesn't even attempt to break the
stereotype, even when everybody busts on him. We've never seen the two
guys next to them, Cindy thinks they're dead. It must be from smoking
too much grass, because the hall by their room reeks of it.

	Next to them were Al and James. Al is a basketball player,
almost 6'6" and never is without a ball, I think it was part of him at
birth. James is a drama major and James is where I have a little
problem. On Tuesday night, Cindy and I stayed up late watching
Casablanca. I was the only one in the world who had never seen it
before, according to Cindy.

	After the movie was over it was after 2:00am and I was
exhausted. I fell fast asleep and started dreaming. In my dream, I
was kissing Rick goodbye at the airfield, when I looked into his eyes,
IT WAS JAMES I WAS KISSING! I woke up with a start. First, it was the
first time I had ever dreamt I was a girl. Second why James? He was a
very good looking guy. Cindy said he was too short, although anyone
under 6' was too short for Cindy, James was about 5'10". He looks a
lot like Kusak on L.A. Law. It scared me a little to find myself
acting this way. I guess some of my actions are almost unreal these
days, while others, even dreams, are awaking me to the reality that I
am living a life of a girl.

	Joan and Veronica are next to them and Joan is weird. She is a
delayed flower child or something, a real throwback to the sixties.
She is never in the dorms anyway, she usually stays off campus with
her Hippie boyfriend. Veronica is a cheerleader with Cindy, although I
don't think they like each other, it's the competitive thing you know.
Veronica's boyfriend stays over a lot. Cindy and I laugh because they
try to be so discrete sneaking into the room at night. Veronica is a
screamer, in other words, when Jay, her boyfriend, is screwing her,
she screams out loud. Cindy says she could wake the dead. Megan does a
great Veronica impression that has us all in stitches.

	The last room at the end of the hall is the Japanese guys,
Yoshi and Hero. They are a story for another time.

	Anyway on Thursday I went to my classes. I had a Freshman
English class, English Lit. 101, with Professor Jordan. He was an
older professor who read Shakespeare for the entire class period. A
little hard to take first thing in the morning.

	After that I had a computer lab. This was way below my level,
thank God the grad student, Alan, recognized that I should be doing
more elevated work and talked Dr. Royce, Dean of the Computer Sciences
school, to allow me to take the grad level lab next door. Alan is a
little nerdy, but kinda nice. I was off in the early afternoon and
had a Math lecture from 4:00-5:30 then I was done for the day. Friday
I had classes from 10:00 to 4:00 straight through. It was tough to get
around. The campus is so big and the buildings are not all in the same
area, I have to take the campus shuttle and it's not always on time.

	Friday classes were finished and when I got back to the dorms,
Cindy was in the room waiting for me. She was bound and determined to
get me dressed up for my date that night. I convinced her to let me
off the hook because it was my first time.

	She said, "At least let me make you look a little better."

	I said OK, and she started in. I took a long hot shower and
washed my hair. I got out and put on my short silk robe. My perm had
been loosening and began to look more naturally curly. Cindy combed my
hair back away from my face and started in on my makeup. First I was
given a dusting of scented powder all over me.

	Then Cindy spent more time than usual with my foundation,
getting the look she wanted. She then went to work on my eyes. She
spent some time plucking out some additional eyebrow hairs, was that
painful, until she got the arch thin and high. A copper shadow and
deep dark brown eye liner and mascara in great quantities were put on
my eyes. She then outlined my lips far beyond their usual outline in a
red lip pencil and filled them in with RED! lipstick. She said, "Jen
dear, don't pout tonight. Robbie will come in his pants thinking of
what those sensational lips of yours could do to him."

	I blushed bright red with the thought and began to have
another anxiety attack until Cindy calmed me down. She promised no
more jokes. She filed and shaped my nails, which had grown during the
week. I had found them to be a little difficult to use on the keyboard
of the computer, but not too bad. Cindy put on a matching red nail
polish on them and gave them two coats. My hands were looking quite
feminine when she was done. She then did my hair and after a weeks
supply of hair spray and almost singing my head with the blow dryer
she was done. My hair was full, high upsweep in the front, curls
framing my face and a cascade of curls down the back.

	I looked in the mirror and another person was staring back at
me. A sexy voluptuous woman, ME! I couldn't get over it, I was
enjoying this. Cindy laid out my underwear and I stopped dead in my
tracks when I saw what she had laid out. A black bustier/corset, a
pair of black lacy bikini panties and black lace pantyhose. "No Way"
was I going to wear them. C

	indy convinced me that I needed the support of the bustier to
hold me in. The panties would not leave a panty line and the pantyhose
were to be worn because of the shoes she was having me wear. I
reluctantly agreed and she helped me get dressed. First I put on the
bustier. It was boned and took a little maneuvering to get me all into
it. B

	y the time she was done, my waist was nipped in and the cups
of the bra were filled with my silicone inserts. Cindy said, "We've
got to figure out a way to fill you out more naturally, I will have to
see about that." I wasn't paying much attention, I was just trying to
breathe from the corset. My device was put in place, hiding my male
anatomy and I pulled the panties up my smooth legs. I then stepped
into the pantyhose. They were a pretty lace pattern and made my legs
look so sexy. S

	he wanted badly to get me into a skirt, that was pushing it a
little far, and settled on a pair of black pleated slacks and a red,
sleeveless, angora sweater with a very wide neckline. I didn't realize
until after I was dressed that the top was to be worn off the
shoulders. That's why she had me wear the bustier. I felt very
exposed with my shoulders like that.

	Finally I stepped into a pair of black kidskin pumps. They had
a four inch heel and bows at the back. The pants gathered above the
ankle, my feet looked so sexy with the lace stockings in the high
heels. Cindy gave me a wide black leather belt with a bow on the
buckle and a matching purse. I'm still finding out about things she
bought for me. I wore a little gold necklace with Cindy's ruby drop
pendant and a gold bracelet. Cindy got me to take out my gold studs
and wear large hoops that she had bought. They felt strange on my
ears. But in the mirror, WOW!!! I was all woman. C

	indy didn't let me wear my glasses, she said my eyes were too
pretty to ruin them. She insisted that in the next week I be fitted
for contacts. I stood there looking at myself for almost half an hour
while Cindy finished getting dressed. She wore a black minidress that
was worn off the shoulder just like me and the same black lace
pantyhose and black pumps as I had on. She liked them so much, she
bought two pairs. I looked much better than I could of ever imagined,
but Cindy was a total knockout. She didn't wear a bra and it was quite
obvious. I actually found myself becoming jealous of her, I wanted so
badly at that moment to be able to look like her. I couldn't believe
what I was thinking.

	We met the guys outside of the dorm. Rob was wearing dock-
siders, chinos and a golf shirt, he looked so preppie. Don wore his
usual button down shirt and jeans. We said hello and a rush of anxiety
came over me. I was going out on a date with a guy! I was so nervous,
my knees were knocking. I had never been on a date before, even as a
guy. Who would have ever guessed that my first one would be in high
heels. Cindy asked Don to drive her car and Rob and I got in the back
seat. It was tight, Rob put his arm back and it ended up around me. I
was having a hard time with this. We ended up going over to Chester's,
a local campus hangout. They had a band tonight and they were going to
start up after dinner. We grabbed a table and Rob was quite gallant
with me, I began to relax a little and ordered a glass of white wine.
W

	e started talking and I got more and more relaxed. We ordered
dinner and I was careful not to get off my diet, Cindy was being very
strict with me. By the time dinner was over the band had set up and
started on a set of dance music. Cindy and Don got up right away and
Rob and I sat and made some small talk. He was quite nice, I liked
him. It got too loud to talk and Rob wanted to dance, I tried to
maneuver out of it, but I couldn't.

	The first time you dance in high heels is an experience. I had
a lot of difficulty, particularly since I never danced in ANY shoes
before, much less four inch pumps. Robbie was very nice and bore with
me. I was glad when the set was over and we went back to the table.

	As soon as I got there, I downed another glass of wine. I was
starting to feel no pain. We talked some more and I drank some more, I
was having a good time. Robbie liked me and I liked him. He was kinda
cute. The band started up again and he pulled me out onto the dance
floor. They started with a slow set. I was relaxed, but not this
relaxed. They started playing Always and Robbie pulled me close to
him.

	At first I was a little standoffish, but as the song went on,
I became a little more relaxed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and
rested my head on his shoulder. He held me closer and his hands
wandered to my bottom. I felt him stiffen against me and it was a
little unsettling at first. I was exciting him, he wanted me, AS A
WOMAN! His hands caressed my rear and he kissed me on the cheek.

	I looked up to him and stared right into his eyes, I was
totally entranced by him. All of a sudden he pulled me close and
kissed me deeply.

	At first I did nothing, then I resisted slightly and finally I
found myself kissing him back. We stopped when the song was over, and
just looked at each other. I was weak in the knees. I just kissed this
guy and liked it. What was happening to me. The next songs were party
tunes, one after another. We danced every one. By the time the band
played Shout, I was a wild woman, dancing like crazy. We were both
having such a great time I didn't want to stop. What a night! Cindy
came over to me and said we should go powder our noses. I followed her
to the ladies room and we were like two giggling high school girls.
She wanted to know everything, all of the details.

	I told her everything and she went crazy. She couldn't believe
that he kissed me the way he did and that he seemed to like me so
much. I had to break up our conversation because I had to pee. I had
too much wine in me.

	When I went into the stall and maneuvered myself into
position, I thought to myself that pantyhose must of been invented by
a man, because no woman would have invented something that would be so
difficult to maneuver in on the john. Anyway, I came out and fixed my
makeup, I need to replace a substantial amount of lipstick. I found
myself, with Cindy's help, to be getting better and better at makeup.

	When we returned to the guys, they had ordered us more wine, I
joked that we were being "plied with liquor"; Cindy thought that the
comment, coming from me in particular, was hysterical and laughed out
loud. We danced until closing and drove back over to the dorms. Robbie
put his arm around me and I sat close to him for the ride home. He was
strong and made me feel so tiny under his arm. He played with my hair
and traced circles on my bare shoulder. I was getting more and more
excited and more and more nervous at the same time. He wanted me and I
WANTED HIM! but I know it could not happen. We got back to the
parking lot near the dorms and parked in the back. Don and Cindy got
right into it in the front seat, kissing and hugging. Robbie looked at
me and touched my cheek. I couldn't hold back and reached up and
kissed him.

	Soon he had pulled me on to his lap and we were sucking on
each others tongues and caressing each other. Robbie reached down and
put his hand on my right breast. I knew what he wanted and as much as
I wanted to at that moment, he wasn't going to get it. I pushed of him
and whispered in his ear, "I'm not going to give you all of the goods
on our first date." He was not as disappointed as I thought he would
be and asked if there was going to be another date. I said that there
would be if he asked me.

	So we made a date for Saturday night.

	I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was enjoying myself
doing it. We got Cindy and Don to break it up in the front seat and
the guys brought us back to the dorms. I thought I was going to be
without a roommate for the night, but Don and Robbie kissed Cindy and
me goodnight and said that they would see us tomorrow.

	When we got back to the room, we both squealed out loud. Cindy
seemed as turned on by the fact that I was making out with Robbie as
she was by making out with Don. I was finding out what it was like to
be a woman. I loved it. I had no idea how I was going to keep it up,
but at that point I tried not to think about it.

	I felt so great, I even wore a sexy black lace baby doll to
bed instead of my usual night shirt. Cindy and I sat up and talked for
another hour. She told me that I should relax and let things happen.
To my disbelief, she thought that Robbie would like me no matter what
kind of girl I was. I never thought I would let him find out. I fell
asleep thinking about Robbie and how much I wanted to feel him as a
woman would. How I would make love to him.

				* * *

	The next morning was Saturday and Cindy and I slept in. We got
up around noon and already I was thinking about our dates for that
evening. I couldn't believe that a guy was making me go so crazy. All
I could think about was him, what I was going to wear, where we were
going, what we were going to do, everything. I was a mess. Cindy
recommended that we go over to the mall to buy a couple of new outfits
for our date, I agreed and we got ready to go. I threw on my normal
loose jeans and sweatshirt. Cindy just shook her head and said, "I
thought you were into being a fox, not just some scabby looking nerdy
girl."

	I didn't want to be thought of that way, and my mind was so
confused about everything that was happening anyway, I got changed. I
ended up wearing my tight stone washed jeans, my black boots and a red
and black striped blouse. Cindy fixed my hair and helped me with my
make up. When she was all done, I looked damn good! We grabbed our
purses and headed over to the mall.

	The first place we stopped was The Limited, I'm beginning to
love this store. They have great outfits. I was looking around and all
of a sudden, Cindy grabbed my arm and brought me over to a rack where
they were having a sale on several different items.

	One in particular was a black leather skirt that was half
price and my size. I looked at her and at first said no way. Before I
knew it we were in the dressing room with the skirt and three other
items. Cindy said to me, "You like Robbie, don't you?"

	I said yes.

	"And he likes you, right?" I said, "Yea, I think so."

	"So he will like you even more in this skirt!" I thought for a
minute and said, "OK". Cindy said great and I tried it on.

	The skirt was straight with a eighteen inch hem and a back
slit. It was a good four inches above my knee when I looked down. I
ended up getting the skirt, but I really didn't think I would wear it.
The reality was that I liked being a girl, but on my own terms, not
Cindy's. I decided that I would not hold back from trying to look the
best I could, but with the things that looked right for me. I wanted
to be feminine and sexy, without looking flashy. Maybe someday I would
go towards a wilder more provocative look, but for now my tastes
seemed to be leaning towards eyelet and lace.

	We went into several other stores and I began to realize, more
and more, that I really liked softer more feminine looks, different
than the tastes that Cindy had. I actually bought a couple of longer
fuller cotton skirts and some pretty blouses to go with them. I

	bought a beautiful lace blouse and skirt and a very cute
outfit of a billowy light blue skirt in a pretty print and a matching
blouse. It wasn't just a skirt, more like a jumper, with wide shoulder
straps that came up from the waist. I ended up also buying another
lacy blouse that went with the outfit. I even bought a couple of pairs
of heels, a pair of flats and a pair of cream colored high heeled
ankle boots with lots of detailing. They were so pretty. W

	e went back to the dorms after a full afternoon of shopping.
It was almost 5:00pm and our dates were picking us up at 7:30. We were
going to a Country Western party and hayride up in the mountains, Dan
was a real cowboy at heart and said he wouldn't miss this annual
event.

	I took a quick shower and shaved my legs. I examined my body
and no matter how hard I tried, there is no way that I could pull off
fully being a girl with out some major physical changes. What would
happen if Robbie really tried something, how could I explain if I was
"ready".

	I began to get nervous again. Cindy calmed me down and helped
me with my make up and hair. She said, "J.J. you look more like a girl
than three quarters of the women on campus, so stop your fretting."

	I felt better with her encouragement and felt if I was going
to continue to carry this off, I would have to be the best looking
girl I could. I wanted a softer look, so I chose pinks and soft mauve
eye shadow in my makeup. I wore my hair pinned back on the sides and
brushed soft bangs in the front while I left a cascade of curls down
the back.

	I felt so pretty that way. I decided to wear my new all lace
outfit. It was a beautiful cream colored lace with tiny pink ribbons
woven into the pattern. The blouse was very fitted and had a Victorian
waistline to it. I needed to get myself ready to wear it. I wore my
cream colored satin and lace corset and had Cindy pull it very tight.
I still was not used to the constricting feeling it gave me. I put the
inserts into the bra cups of the foundation garment and adjusted the
shoulder straps to fit properly. I adjusted the flesh colored g-string
that I wore to conceal my maleness.

	For the first time, I wore soft ivory colored lace stockings
that I had bought and fastened them to the garters of the corset. The
feeling of the stockings felt wonderful caressing my legs. I pulled a
beautiful pair of cream colored Vanity Fair panties up and smoothed
them into place. They were satiny with lace trim and looked wonderful
on me. I turned and Cindy snapped a picture of me with her Polaroid.
She said that I looked like a Victorian lady at the boudoir. We both
giggled. I put on the blouse. It had a sweetheart neckline with lots
of ruffles and lace. The bodice was all lace. It had huge puffy
sleeves with three button cuffs with ruffles and pearl buttons down
the back, Cindy had to button me into it. I bought a single petti-
slip to wear with the skirt, it gave the skirt a little more fullness.

	I put on the skirt and found that the drop waist and lace
detailing made me look oh so feminine. The skirt came down way below
my knees, but above my ankles. The slip gave it a little fullness but
not as much as a petticoat would have, I love the feeling and may have
to buy a petticoat to go with it. I sat down on the bed and stepped
into my new boots, they were high heeled with a tie top in the front
and came about half way to my knees. I stood and they were a little
difficult to maneuver in at first, but I soon got used to them. The
outfit had two matching ribbons of eyelet and lace with it. One had a
snap and a tab on it. Cindy took it and fastened it around my neck and
snapped the tab to the back of my blouse. This gave me a high collared
look with an open bodice, I couldn't believe how femininely sensual it
looked.

	The boning of the corset and the inserts that I was wearing
pressed the flesh of my chest together to give me a most womanly form,
openly displayed by the provocative blouse. The other ribbon Cindy
tied into a bow in my hair and let the streamers trail down the back.
I put in a pair of pretty lace and pearl bow earrings and a spray of
my favorite perfume, L'air du Temps, finished my look, I felt like a
princess.

	Cindy got dressed in more of her own style. She wore a denim
mini skirt and a western style blouse with lots of rhinestones and
tassels and a denim jacket with a studded western pattern on the back.
Her western styled boots completed the outfit, and although, as
always, she was a knockout, I felt that I was a little more alluring,
for the first time, than even she was this night.

	I did some last minute touch-ups on my makeup and we went down
to meet the guys. Don kissed Cindy hello, I got the feeling that he
had big plans for the evening with her. Robbie saw me and stopped dead
in his tracks. He couldn't get his eyes off of me. I blushed when he
said I was beautiful. He said to me, "Jen, let me get a good look at
you."

	I pirouetted around for him and my skirt swirled as I moved.
He pulled me to him and gave me a big kiss. I was startled at first
and then felt myself melt in his arms.

	It was obvious he was glad to see me as I could feel his hard
cock against my feminized crotch. This was going to be difficult. I
loved how feminine I felt and I wanted to be with Robbie, I just don't
know if he would want to be with me if he knew what kind of girl I
was. We hopped into the car and headed up to the mountains to go to
the party.

	When we got there, there were a lot of people, all singing and
dancing and having a great old time. They were cooking steaks on an
open fire, Don and Robbie grabbed some big ones and got some for Cindy
and me. My corset was so tight, I couldn't eat a thing. I drank some
beer, but quickly switched to wine, beer doesn't agree with me.
Robbie and I danced for what felt like hours.

	At midnight, we had an old fashioned hayride. Robbie and I lay
back in the hay and sang along with the group and I cuddled close to
him. We kissed and hugged and I felt more in love than I had ever had
before. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

	When the hayride was over, Robbie helped me down and helped me
brush any of the errant hay off my dress. There was a big bonfire to
finish the evening and I sat on Robbie's lap with my head on his
shoulder as we sang into the night.

	Don lived not too far from here and what was to happen next I
couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams. By the time the bonfire
was over, we had all had a lot to drink. Especially Cindy, who was
almost out on her feet. Don and Robbie carried Cindy and me over to
the car and started to drive home.

	Robbie and I were cuddled up in the back seat and I didn't
notice that we were not heading home. We stopped at a place that
looked to be a campground. It had several small cabins on the property
and was deserted. Don got out of the car and carried Cindy, semi-
conscious, into one of the cabins. Robbie picked me up out of the car
and started to take me into one of the other cabins.

	All of a sudden, I realized what was happening to me. A shot
of adrenaline moved through me as I had never felt before. I pushed
myself out of Robbie's arms just after we entered the cabin and fell
to the floor. Robbie closed the door behind us and knelt down beside
me. I was shivering with fear about what was going to happen. Robbie,
always the gentleman, helped me up and let me sit on the edge of the
bed.

	I sat staring at the floor motionless, thinking about what was
going to happen to me. Robbie went over to the fireplace and started a
fire. It was cold in the early morning air and the fire took the chill
out of the room. He came over to me and knelt down beside me on the
floor by the bed and said, "J.J., don't be afraid, I know all about
you."

	Another shot went through my body, "What had he said?" I
thought to myself as I looked into his face. "J.J., I know who you are
and what you are and it's OK. I want you more than anything."

	This couldn't be happening, I can't believe what he was
saying.

	"Jennifer, I figured out after our first date. You didn't have
all of the equipment in the right place, so to say. But I'm different
than most of the guys. Don would kill me if he heard me talking this
way, but you really turn me on. I thought I was gay... well not really
gay, but bi. This summer I met a female impersonator at the beach.
He... I mean she worked in a club near the boardwalk. I was incredibly
turned on by her. I couldn't get her out of my mind.

	"Then I met you. You are even better. I can't believe how
feminine you are. If I hadn't felt your body next to mine, I never
would of suspected. Cindy caught me looking at you on our last date.
When I turned my head to look at her, she smiled and winked at me with
a knowing look. She knew I knew about you!"

	This was incredible. No wonder Cindy didn't try to stop my
relationship with Robbie and said that he would like me no matter what
kind of girl I was. I put my arms around Robbie and hugged him to me.
We kissed passionately our bodies locked in a lustful embrace, the
light of the fire bathing our bodies in a warm glow. I stepped back
from him and stepped out of my petti-slip. The glow of the fire
illuminating the sheer lace dress I was wearing making my feminine
form quite apparent through the gossamer fabric. Robbie unbuttoned my
blouse and I unbuttoned my skirt and I threw them over the chair. I
stood there in front of him, with one lace ribbon in my hair and
another around my dainty neck.

	Here I was wearing a heavily boned and laced, very sexy, satin
and lace corset, matching French cut panties. The garters from the
corset were holding ivory colored lace, seamed stockings and I was
wearing high heeled, cream colored ankle boots around my lace covered
legs. I stood in front of him, a seductive young virgin waiting and
wanting to be taken by her man. He pulled me to him in front of the
fire and we stood on a fur throw by the hearth. He kissed me deeply,
holding me close to him. I knew what to do, what I wanted to do. I
fell to my knees and loosened his belt and his pants. I pulled down
his shorts and his rigid cock sprung to attention. It looked huge in
front of my face like that. I thought to myself about when I was a
young boy and that I never, throughout my life, was completely sure of
myself. I always thought that I was miscast and I was never going to
be the kind of person I wanted to become.

	At this moment, that was no longer true. I was a woman and
wanted more than anything to please my man right at this moment.

	I reached up and kissed the end of his cock, then slowly
licked the long shaft to the base of his balls. It felt wonderful on
my tongue. I licked it all over and finally took the cock into my
mouth. I slowly started sucking the massive member. I could feel
Robbie start to pulse to my rhythm.

	As he started to move, I reached up and held the muscular
cheeks of his ass while he continued to pump his hardness deep into my
mouth. I had difficulty breathing until my throat relaxed and then I
felt him go deeper and deeper until he felt totally buried inside of
me. He grabbed my head and pulled me to him, his cock half way down my
throat. I could barely help from choking as I felt the turgid rod
begin to pulse and then erupt with warm creamy fluid. What once I
thought would totally repulse me was now one of my most cherished
acts. I could not swallow all of the overflow and some came out of my
mouth. Robbie wiped my chin and fed me the balance of the nectar which
I licked lustfully from his fingers.

	I wanted him now more than ever. He reached down and removed
my panties and the g-string holding in my maleness. Robbie seemed
captivated to be making love to a beautiful woman with a cock. He
turned me over on my knees and elbows, giving me a pillow from the
chair to hold onto. He got behind me and started rubbing and licking
the tight little rosebud of my derriere that was to become my "pussy".
His cock still had some of his cum on it as he slowly started to enter
me.

	The pain, at first, was almost unbearable. He slowly entered
me until the head of his cock was immersed in my backside. As the pain
subsided, he inched the stiff rod into my bottom until he had more
freedom of motion. I began to go from pain to pleasure as he started
pumping his manhood deep inside of me. I was being taken as a woman.
I could feel his balls slapping on my ass as he drove into my new
"pussy". I responded to his pulsations and could feel him stiffen as
he came again, filling me with a warmth I couldn't have imagined. I
came as well and we collapsed into each others arms.

	In the morning I awoke with Robbie holding me. He had pulled a
blanket over us to keep out the night chill. I heard some rustling
outside and got up to see Don out by the car. I quickly got up and
went into the bathroom to get fixed up. Thank God the water was turned
on so that I could wash and fix myself before we left. I heard Don
bang on the door and Robbie must of awakened with a start, not wanting
his buddy to see him with me in all of my glory, if you know what I
mean. I came out, all patched up from our nighttime activities and
kissed Robbie on the cheek. He picked up his stuff and went out to the
car. Both Cindy and I were hysterical laughing when we saw each other,
because we both were having, quite apparently, a hard time walking.
The guys got their macho kick out of their conquests and laughed along
with us, not that we were complaining. I lay next to Robbie all the
way back to campus.

	He kissed my forehead, played with my hair and held me close
the whole way. I am now his girl and I can't wait for him to make love
to me again.