I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I honestly did not know. I thought I was just an ordinary boy, but in a few short days I became infatuated with two beautiful women and very quickly became infatuated with their clothes.
This totally fictitious fantasy contains scenes of consenting sex and with each chapter the scenes get progressively more depraved, but everyone seems to enjoy themselves.
I didn’t know chapter 1.
My name is Mitchell Neil. I live with my parents Sue and James who are great parents if a little boring. They are small slim happy smiling people who would do anything for you but I can never think of what to say to them. I think they were hippies back in the eighties but they say that the hippie revolution was over in the seventies.
All I know is that they are liberals and are conservative in almost everything except their politics. My dad wears jeans and a button down short sleeve shirts most of the time but he always look neat and clean.
Mom also wears jeans and loose fitting tee shirts most of the time and sometimes makes her own dresses because nobody sells the kind of shapeless long uninteresting frocks that she likes to ware.
Mom says she goes to the hairdresser every month but I think she goes to Dads barber because they have almost the same hair cut. Dad drives drive a VW TDI and grow lots of vegetables. Need I say more? I love them dearly, mainly because they love me so much.
I like to spend time on my own, not because I don’t like other kids, but sometimes I really enjoy the sound of silence. I have friends. My best friend is Warren, and then there is Carter. Carter just comes with Warren, there are like a package deal. Whenever you see Warren, Carter is just always there. Warren is one of the most popular guys in our year. He is the school quarterback, the star center in the hockey team and captain of every school team that he joins.
He is over six feet and powerful and most people wouldn’t dare to cross words with him because he can get mean in a hurry, but he likes me and drags me around with him to school games and other activities, so no’ one messes with me because they would have to answer to Warren.
Lauren is my other best friend, although I don’t tell the guys that. Lauren is really nice and really feminine. She has long soft blond hair, ginger freckles and big glasses.
Whenever she sees me her eyes light up and she runs across the room to greet me and asks how I am and how are my parents, how is everyone I know, and how is school, and she always holds my forearm with two hands as if she doesn’t want to let me go now that she has found me again.
I like to be hugged by Lauren but her hugs don’t last nearly long enough till she runs off to find another of her long lost friends. I try to spend time with her when I can because she is the only person I can really talk to, about almost anything and she is always interested.
Sometimes I just have to listen to her to be out of breath, but then when she listens she really listens and likes to help with everything without ever judging.
Lauren and I have sat next to each other in home class and any other class we can since we started high school together last year. The guys call her my girlfriend and I never deny it but I don’t want to kiss her or anything because she is just a kid, and so am I. I prefer older women who wear make-up, perfume and satin clothes, just like my mother doesn’t.
I was happy with my life in an accepting kind of way, thinking this must be what happiness is like, until Miranda Ireland and her husband asked my parents if I would could to baby-sit their 8 month old daughter April. They told my parents that their baby was very quiet and would sleep soundly till they returned and if there were any problems like the baby waking up, that I could call my parents who live just 5 minutes walk away and who never go out in the evening anyway.
It was presented to me that all I had to do was sit and do my homework or watch TV for 4 or 5 hours on a Saturday evening and I could earn 50 bucks. How could I refuse? My parents said that they had know Miranda for years and I had met her on many occasions, but I did not remember her, so one evening Miranda came round to our house to meet me.
I was sitting watching TV on the couch when I heard my parents bring Miranda into the house.
I was a little upset at being distracted from my favorite TV program when this angel in a blue silk skirt, white silk top and very high heels, strode across the room and bent down in front of me, placing here lovely hands on the back of my hands and staring me straight in the eye.
“This is Mitchell, of course I remember, what a handsome young man you are. We are going to become best of friends because you are going to come round to my house to visit me and baby-sit my little baby April while Robert and I go out”.
As she bent over me her blouse fell open revealing the most beautiful multi colored lacy bra and a magnificent pair of dangling tits, and even though Miranda was looking me straight in the eye I could not help but steel a very long look.
Her eyes were clear and bright and her breath and perfume were so delicious I was speechless and instantly in love with this overpowering vision not 12 inches from my nose. She then swiveled around beside me and put her left arm around my shoulder pulling me towards her. Her left breast rested on the side of my chest.
I could feel the lacy material of her bra and the heaviness of her breast through her clothes and onto my chest. Our legs pressed against each other. Her right hand reached across our bodies and rested on my left hand which was on my left knee. Her warm firm smooth body felt like no other body I have ever touched. She was electrifying.
“I really am good at high school homework, I am a great cook for all the things that high school kids love to eat and I will take anyone on at video games and especially Wii”.
She was now looking into my eyes from about six inches away. I could se each individual hair of her eyelashes, every individual pore of her skin and I could see the inside of her lips where there was no lipstick as she talked.
I was only beginning to take in how beautiful she really was. Her skin was flawless but she looked like she wore make up because no skin could look that flawless without it, but I could not tell where the make up started or finished.
Her bright green eyes were sparkling clear and the skin from her cheeks went up to meet her lower eyelid flawlessly, just like the models look in magazine photos after they have been retouched. Her hair was a brown blonde mix swept at an angle across her forehead and curling both inward and outward before settling at the base of her long slender neck.
She let go of my left hand, looked up and said “this is my husband Robert.”
This was the first notion I had that there was anyone else in the room. He was tall and broad shouldered with dark waving hair, glasses and a dark suit. There was just a tiny resemblance to Clark Kent in the way he held himself.
I realized that I should offer to shake his hand like my Dad had always taught me, but it was then that I realized my right hand was trapped under Miranda’s left breast resting between Miranda’s right leg and her crotch, bathed in her wonderful silk skirt. No one noticed but me.
“Hey big guy how you doin’?“ he said while ruffling the hair on the top of my head.
“I think you should put him down Miranda because he is turning a funny color.”
No please don’t put me down I think I am in heaven I said to myself, then the next moment she was up and giving my mother a hug.
“He will do a fine job” said Miranda “and what could go wrong? You are only 5 minutes walk down the avenue”.
From this angle I could her wonderful curves flowing down from her waist to the two heavenly bumps of her ass and the way her hips flowed down to those perfectly formed legs and just the hint of a frilly high cut panty line under her skirt’s slinky material. Everyone else’s eyes were staring into Miranda’s so I could get a good long look at her legs.
“I hope this won’t stop you getting your homework done young man”, my Father said diverting my attention so I had to drag myself away from looking at her heavenly ankles.
“I will be fine Dad don’t worry”. That’s all that I could think of because I was so distracted and shell-shocked. They en mass started to drift towards the front door.
“I will be expecting Mitchell to come over straight after school tomorrow so we can all really get to know each other before we run off and leave him on his own with April. Bring your shorts Mitch so you can take a dip in the pool” she said to me as she stepped through the door.
I was in shock. I had never felt that much female presence at one time. Her touch her warmth and her smell lingered around me and I didn’t want it to leave. I also realized I had an erection and wondered if anyone else saw it.
That night I fell asleep dreaming of being wrapped in a cloud of the presence of Miranda Ireland. A silky warm atmosphere filled with perfume and being touched by gentle hands in all sorts of places. I imagined this must be what heaven was like.
-2-
The morning started out like every other, except for the knowledge that my life had changed and I going to Miranda’s house tonight. That morning she was part of every thought I had. When I looked from my window I was how the color of the trees was like the color of her eyes.
As I put sugar on my cereal I could feel her hands on the back of mine. As I tasted my coffee I imagined he sweet breath wafting across my face. Everything made me smile, but I had to shake this feeling off and get to school.
I dashed off to school in the usual rush, chatting to the guys on the school bus about last night’s game.
“That hit in the 3rd period was brutal” I said knowing that there was always a big hit in the 3rd period. “You mean that tackle in the 3rd quarter, the one that caused the fumble?” said Carter. “He had his helmet way too low.”
“Yeah Brutal” I said not really knowing who was playing or even what game it was. They never seemed to notice.
I got to my desk right on the buzzer. I sat down at my desk next to Lauren and waited to catch my breath. The teacher was talking, something about the importance of paying attention in class.
Then I felt Lauren’s hands on the back of my hand and wrist. I looked at Lauren. She was smiling at me and shrugging her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing her glasses which were on her desk. Her eyes were sparkling and she looked beautiful.
My mouth was open and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was like a tiny fireworks display going on around her and I couldn’t stop looking.
“Lauren Martini put that boy down and look at me when I am taking! He will never be able to pay attention to me with you draped all over him,” said Mr. Washington.
Lauren pulled back, put her arms by her side and lowered her head so her hair fell down and I could not see her face then she put her glasses back on.
“Maybe its about time we moved you two apart. Looks like there may be a little sexual tension building between you two.” A ripple of ooh’s spread across the room.
“N n n no need Sir” I said trying to gather my wits about me. “Lauren just has this friendly way of saying hello”. It had happened again. I had just seen Lauren as a beautiful woman for the first time and she was gorgeous.
As Mr. Washington turned his back she then reached out her hand and poked her skinny little finger into my waist making me wince a little.
“Inappropriate touching is not allowed on school property and that, young lady, was a lot more than a friendly handshake.”
Was the teacher right? Was Lauren hot for me? Was I hot for her? Too many questions for this time in the morning! It is only 9am, and I have this involuntary stirring going on between my legs while I am looking at a tall black man writing notes on a blackboard.
“Let this be a warning too you young lady” said Mr. Washington trying to use his best serious voice while it was obvious he saw the humor of the situation.
“Keep your hands off that boy or you will be sitting at opposite ends of the room for the rest of the school year.”
Lauren did not talk to me or look at me for the rest of the class, apart from the two times she put her hand up the back of my tee shirt and stroked my lower back when the teacher was turned away, making my shiver and drop my pencil.
At the end of class we both got up in silence and walked toward the door both holding our books in front of us. I tried to look at her but she would not look back, then she leaned into me at first lightly, then more heavily pushing my shoulder into the door when she ran across the hallway to the girl’s room and out of sight.
Our next classes were in different rooms so I looked for her at lunch, but when I saw her she was surrounded by a group of gossiping young girlfriends.
Lauren looked kind of out of place amongst these girls for she was the only one in an actual dress, where all of the other girls were proving that the understood the layering effect using both skirts or jeans. Lauren did not normally hang around with that bunch but after today’s incident she had become star for the day.
I used to think that the other girls in our class looked so much older than Lauren and I, and I considered them out of my league, which I found easy to take because they normally all ignored me anyway.
She was not wearing her glasses again and she looked so different. When she looked up at me I was frozen to the spot, staring into her eyes, like a dear in the headlights, till I realized that they were all looking at me.
I felt myself go a little red in the face, but managed to ask to speak to her, but she said she was busy talking to her friends right now. but she would see me after school on the way home, which brought another round of oohs and a few other comments like ”no inappropriate touching on the way home you two” and other silly remarks.
It seems we where beginning to get a little reputation with the main stream crowd for being almost normal. Of course most to the main stream have doing their own versions of inappropriate touching for a couple of years now. Lauren and I are now only appearing to catch up.
For the rest of the school day I was kind of distracted. Sometimes thinking about Miranda and trying to guess what would happen when I went to her house. Some times thinking about Lauren and weather I should try to kiss her or not.
I decided I would definitely kiss her, but I had no idea when or where I would attempt such a thing. The moment would have to be exactly right because I have heard people say that your first kiss is so special that it should be in a very special place at a very special time, or is that because I watch too many movies.
After school I waited for Lauren in the parking lot for just a few moments when she came bounding over and pulled my forearm to her side. She held the back of my wrist against her stomach and looked into my eyes.
She was not wearing glasses again, and I got that same dazzled feeling when I looked into her eyes like I could not look away. “You’re doing it again” she said as she took my right hand in her left hand and started the walk towards our end of town.
“What look is that” I said.
“Like a little puppy who has just pee peed on the carpet and does not know he has done anything wrong, but suspects he might be.” She said in a slightly teasing manner before she strode forward slowly while holding onto my arm with both hands.
I didn’t know what to say. “Do you like my new look then”
“You stopped wearing your glasses”
“Sometimes” she said. “The doctor said I am growing older and my eyes are changing so I can start taking them off from time to time, just whenever I feel like it.”
“Oh” I said. “I like the effect.”
“It’s not just the glasses” said Lauren, pausing meaningfully between each sentence. “I am also wearing make-up.”
“I didn’t realize” I said. “But now that you mention it that must be the difference. You all of a sudden look so much older and prettier than you were just last week.”
“Older! I am not sure I like that but prettier you can say that any time you like.”
“That’s not what I meant to say. I guess I have been used to seeing you as a girl all of this time, but earlier today when I saw you without your glasses for the first time, I guess you, looked like a young woman.”
“Wow” she said with some enthusiasm. “When I get you around the next corner you are going to get kissed.”
“I am”
“You bet” she said.
“You mean on the cheek?”
“No not on the cheek.”
“On the forehead?”
“No definitely not the forehead.”
“Well how about the ear?”
“Well maybe the ears might come later but I am going to start with the lips” she said with authority. “And you know what else?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. “I have job at the shopping mall in a fine women’s clothing store called ‘The Parasol.’”
“And when do you start?”
“Why tonight” she said with even more enthusiasm.
And at that very moment a car pulled up next to us that I instantly recognized as Lauren’s fathers’ big BMW with the silly black wheels.
“Hi Mitch, come on Lauren.” he said. “We need to get you changed and ready for work. You don’t want to be late on your first day!”
With that she turned to me, put her arms on my shoulders and kissed me smack on the lips before jumping in the car. She opened the window, putting her head and one arm through the window while she yelled “Bye Mitch see you tomorrow” while the car was speeding down the road.
She did kiss me, but it was so fast I didn’t have time to enjoy it. I tried hard to remember what it felt like so I could fix it in my memory. It was really sweet, but what a letdown, but I knew she would kiss me another time.
I felt rather deflated for a moment, till I remembered that I had somewhere to go myself. I headed off home with a bounce in my step and a smile on my face because I had just been kissed by Lauren and I was going to see Miranda.
I went straight home to get washed, cleaned my teeth and put on a clean tee shirt then nearly knocked my mother over as I flew out of the bathroom.
“Where do you think you are going in such a hurry?”
“To Miranda’s” I said trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
“Oh not you are not” she said. “We are going to sit and talk for a while before you go anywhere.”
I looked at my mother. There she was. Same old mother I have always know, but she looked a little different.
“Mother, are you wearing make-up?” I exclaimed.
“So what If I am. I am still your mother.”
“But now you are wearing make-up, and you are talking to me like I have done something wrong. Mother I never do anything wrong and you know it. I always do what you tell me, I volunteer to do house work and I give you hugs whenever I see you. What could I possibly have done to upset you?”
“I saw the way you looked at Miranda last night.” She said trying to be strong but weakening to show signs of the old trembling chin syndrome as Dad calls it.
“I have been your mother all of your life and since you were a twinkle in your father’s eye, but as soon as Miranda spends five minutes in our house, you are running to try to get away from me and even your father is making remarked about the way I dress. I don’t understand it.”
There was a long stretch of silence of at least 10 second. I didn’t know what to do with it. It was like a fart in a room full of strangers. No one wanted to take responsibility. We hoped we could ignore it and it would just go away so we could get on with our lives. At least I wanted to get on with mine. I wanted to visit Miranda.
“Your Dad says I am frumpy and old fashioned.”
Now this was entrapment. There is obviously nothing I can say at this moment.
“I am sure Dad would never say that Mom. And there is nothing wrong with old fashioned.”
“But am I frumpy then?”
”You are not frumpy Mom, you just have your own style and there is nothing wrong with being your own person. You have always said you will love me whatever I am and whatever I turn out to be. I feel the same way about you. I love you whatever and that’s not going to change.”
“Even if I am frumpy?”
“You are not frumpy Mom.”
“But do you think I could use a little updating?”
“Sure we could all use a little updating once in a while.”
“So I am frumpy?” Now she has a tissue and is pretending to blow her nose.
“Why don’t you talk to one of your friends about dressing a little more modern? I am sure they will help you.”
“But they are all old and frumpy like me.”
“Then why don’t you talk to someone young, like Miranda. I will be going around there soon so maybe I can tell broach the subject with her and see what she says”
“Would you do that for me?” Her tone was getting a little lighter now and I sensed I might get away soon.
“You are my Mom and I would do anything for you.”
She hugged me and I hugged back. My Mom always smells like flowery soap. She was all skin and bone, and as flat chested as an ironing board. I was never actually sure if she had tits or not. So I told her I loved her again and got ready to go out.
I left my house and walked over to Miranda’s. It was a pleasantly warm summer evening and just the right temperature to go for a swim in some ones pool. We don’t have one. Dad thinks they waste water and Mom would never take here clothes off to get in.
Miranda’s house was four houses west and three houses south from ours, but the grounds of the houses are so big it still took me a good five minutes. Mom watched me walk up Miranda’s driveway. I was wearing one of my baggy Eagles tee shirts with a pair of cargo shorts down past my knees.
The driveway was deep red or maroon in color stamped concrete that rose up to the front door like the back of a giant sea serpent. There were neat little plants and trees in the flower beds either side of the walkway embedded in manicured oceans of cedar woodchips, like the owners wanted a nice looking garden but did not want to take care of it.
I had been thinking about Mom and Dad, but now I started to think about Miranda and I started to get a fluttery feeling in my stomach. This almost felt like I was going on a date. I was going to meet a woman on her own at her house.
I guess adults don’t see me as any kid of threat because I am bare faced and skinny for my age. So, with great trepidation, I managed to ring the doorbell. After a few moments I could see scattered fragments of a pale orange and creamy flowing dress coming towards me through the crystal door glass and at the same time I could hear her high heels click on the tiled floor.
Then the door opened, and there she was looking not quite so intimidating as she was last night, but very beautiful all the same, and her cleavage was incredible. Her dress was a very soft summery thing cut low at the front and back with frilly bits around all the edges and around the hem.
She has a wonderful full shapely figure that almost took my breath away. I wanted to ask her to twirl around for me so I could take it all in.
“Glad you could make it Mitchell. You have come at the perfect time to meet April as I am giving her a little snack.” She closed the door and reached for my hand. “Are you having a quiet day today Mitch?” she asked. “You haven’t even said hello yet.
“I am sorry Miranda. I just hadn’t figured out how to greet you yet!” I replied meekly.
“A simple ‘high Miranda how is the most beautiful woman in the world doing today’ would suffice.”
I froze for a moment with my mouth open.
“I am only kidding and please don’t take me seriously. I know I must have had quite some effect on you last night. I have been told I can be overpowering when you first meet me but I can assure you I am just a little kitten at heart and I want us to be BFFs.”
She smiled at me then looked towards her baby. “April is smiling at you.”
The little baby was sweet with curly blond hair with a pink ribbon in it. She was wearing a white tee shirt with little colored bears on it. She was sitting in a high chair sucking on a bottle of milk.
We both sat and watched her for a moment. She would take a little drink then take the bottle out and make some little wawa gaga type sounds, then Miranda would say something back to her like she understood what April was saying. While Miranda was busy talking to April I was trying to find something to say.
“Do you have a job Miranda?” I said.
“Not at this very moment because I am on maternity leave, but in a couple of weeks I will be going back to work. I will be taking April to daycare then.”
“And what do you do?” I said.
“I work for a modeling agency.” Miranda said as she cleaned up after April.
“Are you a model?” I asked.
“Well I used to be, but I guess I got a little top heavy as I got older and the magazines complained that I was looking a little too mature.”
“What do you mean top heavy?” I said.
“To put this in layman’s terms” she said taking a little cough to clear her throat, “my tits are too big.”
If I had been eating anything at that moment I would have spat it out. “Oh” was all I could think of. Her tits are magnificent. I could not keep my eyes off her cleavage when I thought she wasn’t looking.
“I hope I am not embarrassing you but you but I am not really that much older than you are. I am closer to your age than I am to your mother’s age, and I want so much to have a babysitter who is a best friend. So I am going to talk to you like a best friend. Is that OK with you?”
“I guess so!” I said. I could not thing anything bad about having a friend like Miranda.
“Anyway, now I help to organize and dress the models and have been helping in the make-up department too.”
“Your make-up is perfect.” I said, then I wished I hadn’t”
“Like make up do you?”
“I always think people look much better in make up. My friend Lauren was wearing make up today and see looked fantastic. I have never seen her look so beautiful.” There was a pause in the conversation while I thought of how pretty Lauren was today and why I hadn’t noticed before.
“Was she wearing her glasses?”
I was taken aback. “No she wasn’t, do you know Lauren?” I asked.
“Lauren is my cousin. Our mothers are sisters and most of the family thinks we could have been taken identical twins if we had not been born 9 year apart.
She is most of the reason why I chose you to be my babysitter. She has told me so much about you that I knew we would get on well, and there will be times when you can come over and baby-sit together.”
“Now I remember. She did say she had a cousin who was a model.”
“And now that April has had a little snack, I think its time to go for a dip in the pool.” Miranda said as she stood up and walked toward the back of the room. You just sit there and talk to April and I will go and get changed.”
I didn’t know what to say to April so I just moved a little closer as she reached out for me. I let her touch my hair, nose and ears. In a moment the patio door opened behind me.
I looked around and there was Miranda in a bikini. She was stunning. Her light tan was the same even shade all over and she had very close to a flat stomach with just a hint of roundness where her pregnant bulge must have been, that disappeared into a tiny little high multi colored bikini bottoms.
Her top half was a little more conservative with more of a fuller cover under wire style that separated and showed off the full roundness of her tits. Her top actually looked too small because there was a gap between the underwire part and ribs, and she looked like she was spilling over the top a little.
“Come on, bring April over here” she asked so I picked up April and brought her to the patio door. Miranda was just a little taller than me now that she had taken her high heels off. I passed April to over.
“Just go through that door Mitch. That is our pool changing room then you use the other door to go out to the pool.”
I walked through the door and was faced with an alarming surprise. Miranda’s clothes were there. Her dress was lying across the back of a chair. Her bra and panties were hooked onto the shoulder of the chair and her high heels were on the floor near them.
Something came over me and I wanted to touch them. I checked around the room to see if anyone could see in. I closed the door from the kitchen then I walked over and touched her dress.
I was getting a huge erection. I touched the inside of her bra. It was still warm. It was a smooth nylon pinkish multi panel cups with big under wires. Her panties were a tiny triangle of the same matching color with elastic loops. There was no back to it. It must have rested right between here butt cheeks.
I touched them. They felt wonderful, but what was I doing. I turned away for a moment and thought about going outside into the pool. I took my shirt and shorts off then I put my swimming shorts on. Then I walked back over to the dress.
I put my hands on the inside and leaned against the dress so I could feel it and the bra and panties against my body. It was sensational. I wanted to put them on. I wanted to be wrapped in the sensation of Miranda’s clothes all around me. I felt along the floor for one of the shoes and put my foot inside. It was a perfect fit. I stood up on one shoe.
“Mitch” Miranda shouted form outside in the pool. “Come on into the pool. The water is lovely”
I turned away from the clothes and shook off the shoe. What is going on here? What was I was thinking. Why were these clothes having such an effect on me? My mother’s clothes never had any affect on me, but they were made of cotton and denim most of the time.
Miranda’s clothes were made of silk, nylon and whatever the other soft and wonderful materials were called. I will have to find out for myself.
I pulled myself together, walked out of the pool door into the pool area and looked for an area to jump into the pool before Miranda saw my erection. It was a good job that swimming shorts were big and baggy as Miranda stopped before I got to the pool. She was standing in the shallow end with April in her arms. She shouted to me.
“Mitch! if you are going to jump into the pool you will have to use the other end. I don’t want you splashing April.” Miranda said in a warning voice.
I strode to the other end of the pool and jumped in.
It was a beautiful pool in a really nice big back yard. I couldn’t see any other houses through the trees. There was lots of room around the pool with tables and chairs arranged at different places. There was a big rock formation at the far end with water cascading down from different places in the rocks. It was most impressive.
Miranda and I played with April for a good long time. Sometimes we would just talk with Miranda or me holding April. Sometimes we would hold April out so she could splash in the water. For a while we just sat by the pool and talked about my school, my friends and about Lauren. She talked about her school days, her work and her family. We really got to know each other.
April started to get a little cranky and I started to get hungry. Miranda said “It’s about that time when I should feed this little girl and get her to bed.”
We got out of the pool and I held April while Miranda got dressed into the same dress I had earlier been touching. I felt a little bit guilty when I saw her in it, but I still wanted to touch it again. Then I went to get dressed and when I came out, Miranda was in the next room on the couch with her back to me, so I went to join her. She was sitting with what looked like a shawl covering her middle and across her shoulder.
I said “Are you cold.
“No silly” she laughed, “I am feeding April.”
I instantly turned red. I had never seen anyone feeding a baby like that, and I told her so.
“Would you like to see.” she said, cool and calm as ever.
I couldn’t believe it. I was going to see Miranda’s breast. I nodded my head. It wasn’t as sexy as I thought. A baby was being fed that was all. April completely enveloped her mothers’ nipple. It was an amazing sight. Miranda did not have any tan lines. She reached for my wrist and gently pulled me down beside her, then she took my and placed it on the baby’s’ head. I watched as the baby sucked away on Miranda’s nipple.
“Consider me as your sister and consider April as your niece. We are more than just friends now we are family.” said Miranda. “And as family we see the uncomfortable bits as well as the comfortable ones and I certainly don’t want to have to cover up in front of my brother/ baby sitter”
It was just then the doorbell rang and Miranda asked me to get it. It was her husband Robert carrying a large Pizza.
“You do like Pizza don’t you?”
I answered with an enthusiastic yes. I followed Robert back to the kitchen table were I started into the Pizza. After the Pizza it was time for me to go home.
I arranged to come back tomorrow night at seven so Miranda and Robert could go out for dinner. Just for a couple of hours so we could all see how things could work out.
That night I went to bed early after telling Mom and Dad about my boring uneventful day, which obviously means I left all of the interesting or potentially embarrassing bits out. I was out like a light when I hit the pillow.
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know Chapter 2.
-3-
The next day Lauren walked into class without her glasses and looked around the room to see if anyone noticed. I certainly did. She was wearing make up again dangly hoop ear rings that I had never noticed before. If fact I don’t think she had her ears pierced before today. We didn’t have a chance to talk all day.
At lunch she was with the same crowd of girls as yesterday and Warren and Carter dragged me off to play soccer. They needed a goalie. I like to play in goal because I don’t stand as much chance of getting knocked around and I can’t kick a ball like the other boys do.
I met Lauren outside after school had finished. I complemented her on her new ear rings. She said that as she was working in a high class women’s store she needed to look the part.
I wanted to walk her to her house but she said her dad was going to pick her up because she was working again tonight, but she wanted me go around to her house tomorrow because it would be Saturday and we could do some home work and maybe walk to the shopping mall because now she had money to spend.
I agreed because I would also have money to spend too, because I was going to baby sit little April tonight for the first time. Her father picked her up and I set about walking home on my own. Then I stated to get butterflies in my stomach at the thought of being alone in Miranda’s house. I wanted to touch Miranda’s clothes.
When I got home I showered, changed and had something to eat with my parents. Mom gave me a lecture about letting babies cry for a while before picking them up and that she was only a few moments away if I needed support or if anything went wrong.
They watched me walk down to Miranda’s from the corner then I walked up to the house. Robert was standing in the hallway. He looked like a model for Armani dressed in a pale grey suit and wearing a tie.
“Come in” he said. “I will show you around while Miranda finishes getting dressed.”
He showed me the TV room with the various games. He showed me his gym where he worked out every day. Then he took my hand and led me up the stairs. It seemed quite natural but a little odd. I have not held another mans hand since I was a little kid, but when he reached out, it just seemed natural.
He showed me the main upstairs bathroom then he showed me April’s bedroom which was next to Miranda’s bedroom, where the door was open and Miranda was trying dresses on before she went out.
He told me Miranda has put a little weight on and was no longer a size zero. In fact she was probably more like a 6 or 8. The door was open as we walked past, in fact Miranda waved at me as she was holding a dress in front of her and looking in the mirror.
She was wearing a slip but I could see the color of her bra and panties underneath. I remembered that I had already seen her in a swimsuit and seen one of her breasts. There were dresses and things all over the bed.
“Don’t worry about all of these things” she said. “I will put them away later as we are late as it is. April is fast asleep and will stay that way if we are lucky.”
Robert and I waited at the foot of the curved staircase for Miranda to come down. She was wearing a black sparkling fitted evening dress with a low asymmetrical neckline showing lots of cleavage and patterns of sequins in irregular swirling shapes around the dress. It had very short sleeves and a hem just above her beautiful knees.
I could see now why she had been a model as she glided gracefully down the stairway knowing that she was being watched and admired by her two awestruck people. Her smile and her gleaming ultra white teeth were amazing.
“You are perfect,” said Robert. “Totally beautiful Miranda.” And as she descended her eyes were totally on Robert, apart from one tiny glance and wink at me.
At the base of the stairs Miranda rushed over to me and gave be a big hug followed by a stinging loud kiss on the ear then she held me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. She said that I can have anything in the fridge as long as it’s not alcoholic and they would be back before 10pm.
Her perfume and her touch were wonderful and her make up totally flawless. Then they skipped outside to a waiting cab.
For a moment I was sad to see something so beautiful leave because she was so wonderful to be around, but then I closed the door gently with my back and looked around. I was alone in Miranda’s house and they would not be back for 3 hours. What should I do next?
I didn’t want to run upstairs and dash straight into her bedroom and start touching all of her clothes did I? Well yes I did actually, but I thought it best to just watch TV for a while till I felt safe enough that they would not come back for something they had forgotten and it was OK to go up the stairs, although I could be checking on the baby! So I wandered into the family room and switched on the TV. I didn’t want to watch anything, but it seemed the right thing to do.
There was a door off the family room to the pool changing room, and another to the laundry room, I thought the laundry room might be interesting, but there was nothing in there but laundry machines and piles of towels and men’s tee shirts. So I wandered into the pool changing room and started quietly open closet doors. Inside I found a closet with a rack of women’s swim suits.
The rack slid out on a rail so I could see them all at once, so I started to touch them. The ones at the front were for a very full breasted woman, but the ones nearer the back were for someone who was less well endowed. They were made from different types of spandex and nylon. Some were silky and smooth, and some were more cottony.
I remember Miranda saying that she used to be small breasted when she was younger so I looked near the back of the rail and found some that were more my size.
I found one bikini set that were pink and white and had little ruffles around the bottom of the top and the top of the high cut bottoms. They were also under wired. I had to try them on. I took off my tee and shorts, but left my socks on just in case.
I put the bottoms on first. They were very smooth to the touch and felt sensational riding up my legs. They fit high on my hips covering my boy parts completely except for the shape that you could see outlined.
I then put the top on, which took a while to figure out how to fasten it at the back. It did not close like a bra, but when I got it right and pulled some skin into the cups. I was wearing a bra for the very first time.
I just closed my eyes and stood for a second feeling the straps running around my back, over my shoulders and under my breast. It gave my shivers.
I cupped my hands over my breasts and felt my nipples through the material. I felt the smooth tight silky edges of the bottoms cut into my butt cheeks and around my back then across my stomach. I touched every part of the bikini where it touched me.
I was in heaven. I moved over to the mirror to see myself and definitely saw some feminine there but I had to get rid of the penis poking out of the front.
For a minute or two I concentrated on something that would not get me excited, like snakes and spiders, then after my erection had subsided, then I quickly pushed my boy bits between my legs, and after a few adjustments, the spandex material held everything in place really well and definitely improved the feminine look. You could hardy tell there was a boy under there.
I checked around the room for anything else interesting in that room, but found nothing, so I put my tee shirt and my shorts on over the bikini and peeped out onto the family room. Still no one at home but me and the sleeping baby.
I went out into the family room and sat down to watch the TV. Just sitting on the couch felt feminine when wearing such feminine items. I remember sitting on that couch and feeling my bra under my shirt and thinking how fantastic and natural this feels.
I couldn’t sit still for long so I got up and slowly crept towards the stairs. They had been away half an hour so I still had plenty of time.
I got to the top of the stairs and thought it best to check in on April. She was sleeping soundly and silently but, I saw her adjust her position so I gently closed the door and walked into Miranda’s where she had kindly left the light on.
I was astonished to find about six dresses thrown on the bed and about amongst various bras, panties and slips of various shapes and colors, with a few pairs of high heeled shoes spread across the floor. I reached for a dark blue short evening dress with spaghetti straps.
It was made of some type of shiny nylon type material on the outside, but it was lined with something that I guessed must be silk on the inside. I held it against me and I knew I had to put it on.
I kicked off my sandals, took off my tee shirt and shorts and threw them over by the door. I held the dress in front of me, stepped into the dress and pulled it up.
The sensation was incredible. I continued to put my arms through the straps and reached back to do up the zip. It went up quite easily I lifted up my arms to the ceiling and wiggled my ass around and just enjoyed the sensation of a silky dress totally wrapped around my body. I did up the zip behind me and walked over to the closet door so I could look at myself.
I may have felt sensational, but there were a few things missing. My pale white legs and boys socks looked out of place with such rich colored material so I ditched the socks. The chest area of the dress was way too big and was sagging miserably, and the head was that of a thin faced long haired boy with hair combed down over his eyes.
I looked around the room to see what I could work on first and saw the dressing table with the make up and hair brushes already out. I sat down at the table and reached of course for the lipstick which I spread on my lips like butter on bread and could not figure out why it looked like a mess. Then I remembered women rubbing their lips in and out their mouths so I did the same.
My lips were improved dramatically and the taste and feel was wonderful. I wondered if people eat this stuff. I then reached for the mascara for my lashes and some eyeliner over the eyes. The use of these is demonstrated on TV adds all the time now so I thought I new a little about this, then I added a little blusher to my cheeks.
The look was definitely a feminine improvement. Now I had to do something with my hair. I brushed it one way then another but could not make a suitable look. Then I made a part on one side my head and combed my hair to the sides, pulling both sides back with hair slides I found on Miranda’s dresser. There was the look I needed. Now I knew I looked like a girl.
I looked at the other dresses that Miranda had left out on the bed, but they were all made for big breasted women, so I went into Miranda’s closet that had been left open with the light on.
Now I had hit the mother load. There must have been over a hundred dresses in there and nearly that many pairs of shoes. Down at the far end there were wigs of various styles and colors on stands and rows of wire baskets draw shelves were I could see what was in them without opening them.
There were endless types of different undergarments, many of which I did not know the name of. There were draws full of stockings, draws full of corsets, draws full of panties and draws full of bras.
I put my hands in a panty draw. They were not arranged in neat piles as I would have expected, but just piled in. The sensations from all of the different soft and exciting materials were fabulous.
Then I moved over to the bra draw. There were beautiful bras of different style in this draw but they were all relatively small in size. There were 34As and 34Bs which I guess would be nearer my size, but I already had my bra on and I was still elated about that.
Now for a dress! The dresses on both sides of the closet nearest the door were big breasted dresses with lots of material, but the dresses at the far end had almost no chest to speak of and many of them were tiny and short.
I reached for a pastel pink lacy dress with slim straps and no sleeves that I thought would fit and a pair of pink strappy shoes with 2” heels close by that would match. I took them out to the bedroom where I took off the blue dress and put on the pink one. The zipper was a bit harder to get all the way.
The dress pinched me in a little at the waist, but it did fasten, but was a lot harder to reach at the top. I got to it from behind my head. I pulled the dress down and smoothed it out to remove the ruffles and looked in the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked sensational and almost complete, but no shoes.
I then tried to put those strappy shoes on, but I found them difficult to get on. They seemed to be the right size, but the straps stuck to my skin and would not easily move. Then I realized that I did not have any stockings or tights.
I went back into the closet and sure enough I found a draw with stockings and tights of all different types, many new and still in the packaging but lots were used but all in perfect condition.
I found a pair of tights that were a light tan and did not look like they would be too tight. I sat down at the chair in the closet to put them on. First one foot then the other, I was getting interesting little ripples of pleasure from the bottom of my feet and ankles, and then I pulled the tights further up my legs the sensation followed. Then to my thighs, this was fabulous.
I pulled the dress up to my waist then pulled the tights up all the way. The sensation traveled all the way up and enveloped the lower end of my body. It was like having a thousand hands gently tickling me all over. I pushed the dress down between my legs and the sensations went wild.
I was having this buzzing sensation in my penis and the rest of my body was going crazy with delight. It took a couple of minutes to subside before I could walk over and put the shoes on. More wonderful feelings as I fastened the straps around my ankles. Then I stood and looked at the finished product. I felt perfect. This is how it feels to be a woman dressed fine clothes and it feels so good and so right
I felt somewhat disconnected from the vision in the mirror because it looked so feminine, but when I put my hand on one part of the dress or another, I could feel it. I could see the girl in front of me rub her legs together and I could feel the tingle run up between my thighs. I could feel my breast inside my bra when I put my hand to them.
For a couple of minutes I stood looking at the girl in the mirror, moving, posing and enjoying the sensations, then I knew I needed to go to the bathroom.
I walked slowly to the bathroom enjoying every tingling step as I went. The bathroom light was already on and there was a mirrored closet door open so I could see the girl in front of me as I stood with my back to the toilet.
It occurred to me that I was now going to watch this girl go to the bathroom, but it was me, but it can’t be. I pulled my pantyhose down to my ankles, and then did the same with my panties. The tights and panties had a wet and sticky patch in the crotch.
I pulled up the dress and held it in place with one hand while I sat with my legs apart on the john. My penis rose slowly to attention released from its hiding place. I grabbed it with my other hand and without actually planning anything my hand just started to pull the skin of my penis up and down, up and down.
I looked up at the girl in the mirror and immediately ejaculated sending great gobs of goo landing on the floor in front of my tights, then more landed on my panties and ankle and the straps of my shoe, then more on my knee and hand.
The lower part of my body was erupting through my penis, pulse after pulse almost like I was being pounded from behind like some invisible poltergeist had its hand on my ass and was squeezing me from the inside, and then it began to subside.
I was shocked. That had never happened before. I had heard kids talking about masturbation but never tried it. I sensed it was going to happen again quite soon.
I looked up at the girl in the mirror and she looked green with shock and embarrassment. One hand holding up her dress and the other hand in her crotch! This doesn’t happen to good girls, does it?
She looked like she had been violated by some unseen person and a CSI would be coming along with a rape kit, but it was me, and if anything I had been doing the violating.
I was the girl in the mirror and I would now have to clean myself up. I held my beautiful dress away from the globs of come on my hand and leg and reached for some toilet roll. It would be a messy clean up but that was my job I guess.
I wiped and dabbed and cleaned until I could not see any more of the offending fluid. There were obviously some parts that would need further attention. I couldn’t see anything on the dress but there were some spots on my panties and tights that would not come clean. I would deal with them later.
I think I got everything off the shoe. With the bathroom clean I pushed my boy thing back where it belonged, pulled up my panties and tights washed my hands, straightened my dress and walked out of the bathroom into the upstairs hallway.
The hall mirror confirmed that the pretty girl in the pink dress was looking sweet and sexy again, and the dampness between my legs did not stop me from feeling very feminine.
I walked over to Miranda’s dressing table and sat down and straightened the slides in my hair then I refreshed my lipstick and smiled. There that was better now wasn’t it? There I was, fully dressed as a girl and looking fabulous. It felt so good and so right.
I didn’t want it to ever change, then I looked at the time it was 8:40. My time was running out but I know I will be able to do it again. I imagined that it would take me a while to get everything away and there was still the chance that Miranda could come home early, so I reluctantly began to put everything away.
I put the dress and the shoes back, and then I heard my cell phone ring. I took it out of my shorts which were on the floor and answered.
“Hi Mitchell this is Mom.”
“I know Mom because your name and picture come up on my phone when you call.”
“Yes I know dear you showed me last week. How is the baby and how is everything going. You haven’t called so far so I guess everything is going OK but I thought I should call you just in case.”
As she spoke I sat on Miranda’s chair and spun around to look at myself. The girl looking at me didn’t have her dress on any more but she still looked pretty in that cute little bra.
“Mitchell are you listening to me.”
“Yes of course Mom everything is OK and the baby is still fast asleep.” I said watching the girl in the mirror talk to someone on the phone. “I am just sitting here watching TV.”
“Oh that’s nice, what are you watching dear?”
“Nothing much. There are some channels here that we don’t get at home. I am checking them out.” I don’t usually lie to my Mom but somehow sitting here at Miranda’s dressing table in a bra and make up, it came naturally.
“That’s nice dear, well be good and remember to call when you leave their house so we can look for you in the street.”
“OK Mom, see you later,” and I put the phone away.
I rubbed my hands down both the insides and outsides of my legs one last little shiver of excitement time before I took everything off.
I put the hair slides back on the dresser where I had found them. I did not think it was a good idea to put the tights back in that state because they looked like they would stain, so I decided to put them in my pocket.
I put my socks, tee shirt and shorts on and looked around the room to make sure everything was how I left it, then I went down to the pool changing room. My bra seemed OK so I put it back, but the bottoms were stained and wet. I decided I should take them with me too.
Then I thought about the tops of the bikini hanging there without the bottoms. So I decided to take them with me. The bottoms I could leave on under my shorts but the top would have to go in my shorts pockets. Thank heavens for cargo pockets.
I moved over to the sink and washed my face with soap and water. I tried to get all of the lipstick off with tissue paper then washed again. IT was difficult to get this stuff off and didn’t want to rub my eyes till they were red, but I don’t think anyone will notice, I then moved into the family room and curled up on the couch in front of the TV.
I woke up on the couch to hear the doorbell ringing. As I sat up I heard the key go in the door. Then as I stood up and turned Miranda was coming through the door, her heels clipping along the hallway. She placed her purse and wrap on the hall table, kicked off her shoes and skipped down the hallway almost sweeping my off my feet with the nicest of hug.
“How are you Mitch and how is my baby.”
”Not a peep” I said. ”I checked on her a couple of times but I don’t think she has woken up at all.”
“Let’s go see,” Said Miranda.
Robert was coming through the front door when we passed him. “Hey big guy did you have a good time here on your own?” He said as we passed him. “Try any of those video games?”
“Just TV” I told him. “Then I fell asleep.”
Miranda held my hand as she bounded up the stairs two at a time. We entered April’s room in silence. April was fast asleep and smiling. Miranda turned to me and gave me a great big hug. Her breast spread across my chest and my face fell down onto her neck as she held one hand around my shoulders and the other behind my head.
I put my arms around her back and could feel her bra straps and the skin of her back above her dress. Even her skin felt like silk. I felt wonderful to be in her arms as she was definitely dominating the situation as she was just a little taller than me when we stood together without shoes.
“I am really happy you could sit for us tonight and look after our baby. I feel safe that you are here and I hope that you will come here again often.” She whispered in my ear like it was really important.
I gave a quite sigh to myself thinking ‘I hope I don’t screw this up.’
I arranged to come around to visit Miranda and April on Monday straight after school and then it was time for me to leave. Robert walked me part way down the avenue till I could see Mom and Dan outside the house.
Part way down the way I realized that my hand was in Roberts’. I did not know how that happened but there didn’t seem anything wrong with it. His hands were big, warm and dry so I just left mine in his till I saw Mon and Dad when I ran down the avenue toward them.
When I got in was not in a mood to explain what went on to Mom so I promised to do it in the morning. I excused myself and went straight to bed because for some reason I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open.
I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 3.
I woke up in the morning about 8am having slept through the night as soundly as a lamb. I sat up and surveyed the room where I saw my cargo shorts on the chair from last night and noticed the pockets were damp.
Then I looked under the shorts to find a pair of pink bikini bottoms. I had almost forgotten that I had in my possession a frilly pink bikini and a pair of tan tights. So I went to my bathroom and put them on.
This time there was no girl in a pink dress to make me feel guilty so I just hammered it till I came all over the bathroom floor, remembering just how wonderful it felt to be dressed in Miranda’s clothes and make up etc last night.
I have never masturbated in my life before yesterday. OK I have had a couple of wet dreams but to intentionally violate myself was previously beyond me, now I found myself doing it to myself twice in in 12 hours.
I also realized that if I was going to do this often I would need to have some way of controlling the mess. Having to clean up this sticky stuff was awful. I would plan on taking tissues with me whenever I get the urge for self-violation, as it were. I left the things on the floor and got in the shower.
After I got dressed I had to think what to do about the things. I didn’t want Mom to find them and I couldn’t take them to Lauren’s so I took the bottom draw of my dresser and put them on the floor then put the drawer back.
I know Mom cleans under here but not often. On my way out of the house I grabbed a little coffee from the pot and a cookie from the jar, and headed over to Lauren’s’ house.
Lauren’s house was a good 20 minutes walk from mine, down the hill towards the center of town, across the walkway over the highway and up the hill to her development. She lived in an older development from mine but the houses were just as big, but with narrow tree lined streets and manicured lawns open to the road and no front fences.
From her front door you could see all of the houses on the other side of the street. In my avenue most of the houses had fences and bushes in front so you could not see from one house to another. I buzzed the door and Lauren greeted me looking her old self with her glasses on.
She was standing a step above me when she leaned forward resting her head on my shoulder and then kissed me on the cheek, putting her arms around my chest as I put my arms around her shoulders. Her hair drifted across my face so delicately tickling my cheek and deliciously smelling of apples.
She had the touch of an angel. She took my hand and walked me into the kitchen where her mother was cooking at the stove.
“Good morning Mitchell” her mother said. “I believe you were round at my niece’s last night babysitting?”
“Yes I was Mrs. Martini and good morning to you. Everyone is fine and little April slept all of the time I was there. Easy money for a babysitter I guess.”
I could see the family resemblance now. Mrs. Martini was stacked just like Miranda. I wonder why I have never noticed before but Mrs. Martini was good to look at and had a very fine shape. She was wearing jeans and a tank top showing very nice cleavage. She had all of her make up on and she also had the family twinkle in her eye. She was really attractive.
Lauren attracted my attention with her usual move of placing both her hands on one of mine and gently squeezing till you notice her. Lauren looked nice but she had no make up on yet. Her skin was pale and her freckles and ginger eyelashes made her look very sweet and innocent. The way she looked right now she could just about pass for 15.
“Have you eaten yet Mitchell?” Lauren asked.
“No I haven’t yet,” I said.
“I guessed not from the way you were watching my mother cooking,” she said.
I agreed with Lauren but that is not why I was watching her Mom. Mrs. Martini cooked us pancakes and sausages with orange juice which we ate while Lauren changed the subject to her new job.
Laura explained that it was a high class store for ladies called ‘The Parasol’ that sells beautiful silk dresses, coat, hats and undergarments for fine ladies. She said that they also had a department that made custom corsets for the lady who might need to pull her figure in a little after say having a baby.
They also have a bra measuring service to make sure a lady has the right size bra on.
“What do you think of that Mitchell,” Lauren said looking at me like I should be interested.
“You don’t think Mitch is interested in that kind of stuff, do you Lauren?” asked her mother.
“Mitch is interested in everything I do aren’t you Mitch?” Lauren said in a kind of tongue in cheek way hoping that she was right.
“Of course I am, but not for myself of course, but my Mom has been saying that she feels that she has got into a rut with her clothes and feels a little frumpy. Maybe she should go to your store and get some new clothes and that would brighten her up a little, what do you two think?”
“I never thought to see your mother shopping the ‘The Parasol’ “said Mrs. Martini, “but all women feel better in nice clothes and I see no reason why your mother shouldn’t feel the same way, even if she has never worn clothes like that before.”
“So, Mitchell, what are we going to do about it?” said Lauren. “Will you bring her to the store when I am working there one evening? Is that a good idea?”
“Er, sure!” I said, not knowing if I should weather I should accept that suggestion or not. “I don’t see anything wrong with that, except that it feels kind of silly, me taking my mother to a dress store.”
“You might like it,” said Lauren. “There are always lots of well dressed pretty young women around for you to look at!”
“And you will be there too!” I said, with witch Lauren hit me on the back of my hand with her fork.”
“I see you two still have a healthy sense of humor,” said Mrs. Martini. “I will be interested to know if your mother likes that idea Mitchell. Please keep me informed. And please remember I like shopping at ‘The Parasol’ too if you would like more support”
“I am working on Tuesday so you can bring your mother around to the store about 7 o’clock.” Said Lauren smiling prettily and turning her head to one side, as she had decided and we agreed it would happen.
“So while you two work out the details I have to go into the city to meet Mr. Martini on his lunch break, then I have some business and shopping to do, so you two will have to look after yourselves till supper time.”
“And remember you are here to do homework so I expect in to be completed when I get home. You two have a history of talking till you run out of time, so remember I will be checking!” Mrs. Martini said walking into another room.
Lauren winked at me when her mother was not looking. I don’t know what it could be but I guess she has a plan.
“We have it under control Mom. Homework will be completed as promised,” said Lauren as for some reason she started touching my face and looking at me kind of funny. Then she grabbed my lower lip and started looking at it.
Lauren’s mom then came back into the kitchen with her purse and keys in her hand. Lauren and I were silent as Mrs. Martini placed a hand on each of our shoulders then she kissed Lauren on the cheek and me on the forehead.
As she was leaning forward she gave me a terrific view of her magnificent cleavage and a pretty, lacy underwire bra she was wearing. “And behave your selves” she said.
“Bye Mom,” shouted Lauren as her Mom walked out of the door.
Then Lauren turned to me and stood up. “Just you wait there while I get something.” She said.
She returned with two cotton buds and some baby oil. I could not think of what she was doing, then I thought of make up. I couldn’t have left any on me could I? Lauren grabbed my bottom lip again and pulled it down. Then she rubbed the cotton bud on the inside of my lip and showed it to me.
It came out pink. I said nothing for I could not think of anything to say. What kind of excuse could I come up with?
She then took the cotton bud with a little baby oil on it. Placing one hand gently upon my cheek to guide my face toward her she brought the cotton bud towards my upper eye lid. I pulled back slightly.
“Stay still,” Lauren said with authority. “You have been discovered now. There is no use to try to hide it. Just let me get this stuff off properly.”
Then with a gentle rubbing motion she touched my eyelids with the cotton buds and showed it to me. There was a black smudge on it.
“So tell me Mitchell. How long have you been wearing women’s make up?”
I did not reply. I was trying to think of some smart story that would get me out of this situation but I could not think of one. I was just going to lay myself at the mercy of the court.
“You can tell me Mitchell. Remember that I have always loved you and I always will. You are my best friend. You can tell me anything and I will never tell. So fess up!”
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and a lump growing in my throat. My chin started to quiver then a tear ran down my cheek. Lauren moved closer, put her arms around me, kissed me gently on the eye and then she hugged me.
“There there,” she said. “If it was a bad experience you don’t have to tell me everything at once.” she said being very understanding.
”Was it a bad experience?” said Lauren.
“No” I said. “I really enjoyed it.”
“You enjoyed having make up on? She asked.
“Yes,” I said finding a tissue in my pocket and blowing my nose. “And a dress too!”
“You wore a dress and make up and you enjoyed it?”
“Yes,” I said.
“And who made you do this Mitch?”
“Nobody. It was my idea,” I said.
“And who was with you?”
“Nobody. I was on my own at Miranda’s house.”
“You wore Miranda’s clothes?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know why I was apologizing to Lauren but it just felt like the right thing to do.
“And why did you do this,” said Lauren.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just wanted to know what it felt like to wear a nice dress and make up. You know. To feel like a girl.”
“I could have told you if you had asked me,” said Lauren.
“And what would you have said,” I asked.
“It’s wonderful to feel like a girl,” she said.
I looked Lauren straight in the eye. “I know,” I said. “I mean I only did it for a few moments, and nobody saw me, but I really enjoyed it.”
“So are you going to do it again Mitch?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, knowing that now I had enjoyed that wonderful feeling of wearing a beautiful dress, I wanted to do it again and again.
Lauren took a couple of deep breaths then drew back a little so she could look me square in the eyes. She was shaping up to say something serious.
“Would you like to do it again? Now? You are exactly the same size as me and I have always wanted to put make up on that pretty face of yours.”
I felt like crying again for a moment because Lauren was such a good friend, but then I stared to get excited. I really wanted to do this. I wanted to wear one of Lauren’s beautiful dresses and look like Lauren. Oh my! I was getting an erection.
“Can we, really?” I asked.
“Yes, we can go up to my room and do it now. We have plenty of time. You heard my Mom say she would not be back for another seven hours.”
I smiled at Lauren and then my mouth fell open. My eyebrows started to go up and down in an involuntary way because I did not know what emotion I was feeling. I blew my nose again.
Lauren was waiting for a reply. Then I nodded my head. Lauren took my hand and looked at me without saying anything.
Was she serious? I thought to myself, that it had never entered my head that anyone, let alone sweet Lauren, my best friend, would take me to her room and dress me in girl’s clothes, just because I liked it!
Lauren stood up, and with my hand in her she led me out of the room. My heart started pounding and my stomach started to get all fluttery. She sat me on the chair in front of her dresser.
“Where should we start?”
I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 4.
“Where should we start?”
“I don’t know” I said.
Lauren’s room was a beautiful bright room that faced toward the back of the house, with a tall peaked gable end window overlooking the back garden. I could see nothing but trees from this point of view.
Lauren’s room had a carpeted floor, in contrast to the hallways which were hardwood floors that made lots of noise as people walked on them. Her room had lots of painted pink and white trim, with wood furniture set off by pastel pale blue walls with large pink flowered stencils at various strategic places.
There were pale pink lace trimmed curtains each side of the window with huge pink ribbons on them. I had often been inside Laurens room before, but until now it had just been a silly girl’s room.
“Have you had a shower today?” Lauren asked.
“No” I said.
“OK, then you will have to take a shower. I am not letting you wear any of my pretty clothes without being as clean and sweet smelling can you can be. Take off your shirt,” she instructed.
I took off my shirt and held it on my lap allowing me to cover my erection. She inspected me with her hands then lifted one of my arms up.
“You have very little hair which is good and nothing at all on your face, but nice girls don’t have under arm hair so you will have to shave it. Now get in the shower and get yourself clean and hair free. Shampoo and condition your hair. I think we are both going to enjoy this.” said Lauren with a rye smile on her face.
I showered and shaved under my arms then got out of the shower. There was a big bath towel and a pair of the most beautiful soft silky pink and multi colored girls panties waiting for me when I got out. I picked up the towel and started to dry myself.
“Get dried and put those on then I will come and help you with the next steps.” said Lauren through the partially open door.
I had to concentrate on something horrible to make my boy bits go down so I could push them between my legs. I thought of a dying snapping turtle I had pushed out of the road the other day after it had been run down by a truck. Its guts were leaking all over the road. My boy bits shrank to nothing in an instant.
I pushed my boy bits underneath me and held them with my legs as I stepped into the panties. They felt sensational going on and they were tight enough for now to keep my boy bits in check, but I was not sure they would stay that way.
When I was done, Lauren came walking into the bathroom in just her bra and panties. She stood in front of me holding out some deodorant and talc. She had a pretty girly figure with a slim waist and curves in all of the right places.
She had on a wonderfully sexy white lacy demi bra that lifted and separated her little tits. She had matching panties on and she smelled wonderful. I noticed she had added some dramatic make up on while I was showering and she looked older and quite stunning.
She was of course skinny with probable not much more than an A cup but she was definitely girl shaped and not just a kid any more. The shape of her stomach as it flowed down into her panties was exquisite. Her hips looked wider than I remembered and her stomach flatter.
There was a distinct gap between her legs at the top that I had never noticed before, reminding me that this little girl that I grew up with had become a woman right before my eyes and I hadn’t noticed. She saw me looking.
“Well?” she said. “After a look like that I deserve some feedback!”
“I have never noticed until this moment just how grown up you have become.” I said softly holding her hand. “You are beautiful.”
“Wow that’s a beautiful complement that will get you brownie points without end. But so are you Mitch, and when I have finished with you, you will be just as beautiful as me. You are going to become my sister for the day,” then she helped me put ladies deodorant and talc on all my tickly bits.
“Next, we are now going to put some primer on your face so that your foundation goes on smoothly, then some foundation, but because you have not done this before we will do it here in the bathroom” said Lauren with authority.
She was totally in control of the situation and I felt safe leaving everything to her. I also felt like I had no choice about it now that I had started. She gave me a head band to keep my hair away from my face and while I was looking at myself in the mirror she had me gently rub in first the primer then the foundation cream all over my face and neck, blending it into my ears, neck etc, and going carefully up to my hair line without getting it into my hair, but not too close to the eyes as these would be done separately.
Lauren said this was her mother’s foundation, as her own was just a shade to light for my coloring, but her mother’s was just right.
This was a feminine experience unlike my evening at Miranda’s but so very enjoyable in so many different ways. I could talk to Lauren while we were dressing and it felt like we were getting closer as we girls did everything together, where at Miranda’s house I was on my own in silence.
When my face was now all a smooth and monotone, Lauren had me wash my hands to remove the excess make up from them, then we moved into her bedroom where she sat opposite me. She was now going to add make up.
First she added mascara then she plucked and lined my eyebrows. Then she spent some time on my eyelids using eye liner pencil and some other powered colored stuff that I am sure I will get to know about later. Then she rolled on some blusher and brushed it to feather the edges.
Then came the powder to set it all and last but not least the lip liner followed by lipstick. I had sat patiently with great anticipation for about 15 minutes while all this was going on. I tried to look in the mirror but Lauren would not let me because it would spoil the effect she said.
Now she worked on my hair, combing and teasing, she also added a device to lift the hair up at the back of my head to give me a completely different look, she said, then she added ribbons and slides in a couple of places, then she clipped earrings onto my ears.
Just as I thought I was going to get a look at myself she pulled me up and took me over to a tall dresser and pulled open the top draw. Inside there were nothing but bras and panties of all different colors.
“I am afraid they are mostly 34As and a couple of Bs, but I think that 34A is probably your size,” said Lauren. “Go ahead and pick out your bra.”
I reached in and touched some of them. They were wonderfully smooth and sensual. Some were under wired and some closed at the front. Some were foam shaped and some were stretchy. I picked one that was a soft stretchy silky material that had a horizontal low cut demi shape with under wires and a back closure in white.
I went to put the bra on but Lauren turned me around and gently pulled it up my arms and fastened the back before I had a chance to try. She then showed me how to arrange my breasts in the cups. It felt wonderful to have a bra on again but my breasts did not fill the cups.
“That’s a great choice” said Lauren, “and one of my favorites, but I never wear it to school as it is a little revealing. I don’t like the looks I get from the boys when I get silhouetted. You don’t quite fill the cups but I have something for that right here.”
She pulled out two soft plastic skin colored things and arranged them in my bra making me look like I actually had nice tits. “Chicken fillets we call them” said Lauren. “They will feel cold for a short while but they will soon warm up and feel like your own skin.”
Lauren then closed the top draw and opened the next draw. It was full of slips and underskirts and other soft and wonderful things. From under these Lauren pulled out a white corset with lots of boning and lots of hooks and eyes. “I wasn’t expecting that,” I said.
“I think you may be a little wider in the waste than me and we don’t want you stretching any of my pretty dresses do we?” she said holding it against me.
“It’s only a waste nipper and you won’t find it uncomfortable. It will just hold you in position when you need to look really thin at the waist. Anyway you might like it,” said Lauren. I felt that she was genuinely enjoying the predicament she was putting me in.
“And when have you ever needed to be thinner at the waist?” I asked.
“Well I have this one wonderful dress that Mommy bought me for my cousins wedding in the spring. I just loved the dress but the zip would bind when I tried to put it on and I could not get it in another size, so Mommy bought me this.”
“When am I going to see that dress?” I asked.
“No today,” she said.
“OK so how does it work?”
Lauren showed me that when you have to put it on yourself the hooks and eyes go at the front, but when you have someone to help you; the hooks can go at the back, making your front smoother when you have a plain fronted dress on. Lauren proceeded to squeeze me into the corset. It made me feel smaller in the waist and improved my posture no end.
She then showed me that when you wear a corset, some of your displaced skin can be used to enhance your breast by pulling the excess skin into the bra. When she did that I was overflowing the top of the bar. I felt like my chest was right out in front of me, well ahead of the rest of my body. The sensation was incredibly feminine. It looked like I had real tits.
She then selected a full length slip with thin straps and lace trim that stopped about mid thigh and helped me get it on without touching my hair or make up. She pulled another slip from the draw and put it on herself.
“Are we putting pantyhose on?” I asked.
“I wasn’t going to,” said Lauren, “but you can. In fact you should put stockings on. I find them much cooler on a warm day.”
Lauren reached down into the third draw of her dresser and took out a white garter belt and a pair of tan stockings. I lifted my slip up and Lauren put the garter belt around my hips and sat me on the side of the bed to help put the stockings on. They felt so delicate and silky going up my legs.
The tops of the stockings and garters felt unbelievably sexy rubbing against me as I moved my legs I could feel my boy parts getting heavier inside my panties and a wet spot developing between my legs. I decided I may not be able to ignore the impending explosion waiting to happen inside my panties.
I didn’t know what was going to happen to my boy parts as a result of dressing like this but I did not want upset her by coming over her lovely clothes, so I tried to explain my predicament to Lauren.
“Lauren,” I said.
“Yes Mitchell,” she said pausing briefly but continuing straight after. “You know I can’t go on calling you Mitchell while you look like this. We will have to think of another name. How about Michelle?” she said.
“No Lauren please!” I said. “That’s way to close to my boy name. Why can’t I have a romantic name that goes with your last name, Martini?”
“My Parents almost called me Sophia after the Italian actress, but they picked Lauren, which is similar to her last name. You can’t go wrong with a name like Sophia Martini.”
I smiled and nodded to her. “Sophia Martini it is,” she continued. “My cousin from up state! Now what did you want to say to me Sophie?”
I enjoyed being called Sophie for the first time, but I continued. “Well, I am getting very excited by what we are doing. Like, sexually excited.” I said trying not to be crude.
“Me too,” said Lauren. “I am all wet getting tingly between the legs. And?” She was asking me like ’well what do you expect.’
“Well when a boys gets this way he is liable to make a mess in his panties, and I wouldn’t like to make a mess on these pretty clothes. I know these panties I am wearing are already wet.”
“Sophia, I have to stop you there to give us both a reality check. My Mom told me what to say when certain things started to happen and this must be one of those moments. I am a fifteen year old girl, and I have made an agreement with my parents that I will not engage in any kind of sex till I am at least 18.”
“We have rules for deciding what is sex and what isn’t. So here it is,” Lauren said using her ‘I am in control and you are unfortunately going to have to listen’ voice.
“I have promised never to touch anyone’s penis, and no penis is going to touch any part of me. Well, not till I am a little older. Those rules may sound a little restrictive but I am sure we can work with them. Do you have a problem with that?” she said, softening her voice while looking into my eyes.
“No, no!” I said trying to comprehend what I had just be informed, while realizing that I had absolutely no expectations of what would happen, or what the sexual ramifications might be. And then I had a thought.
“You realize that apart from one little lip smacker in front of the school the other day that we have never really kissed?”
“Yes!” said Lauren, and then she change the subject.
“OK here is what we will do, and this is what I do when it’s my time of the month, I take a pair of fuller shaped, control panties and put a winged panty liner inside.” She searched inside her top drawer and found a pair of control panties, then in her bottom drawer for a box of panty liners.
“Here you go,” she said as she handed them to me.
She saw the bemused look on my face as I looked at them. She took them out of my hand, took the backing off the liner, added the liner to the panties wrapping the wings around the underside and handed them back to me. As I pulled them up my legs I could feel how much tighter they were. Similar to the bikini bottoms I wore at Miranda’s, and still have under my bedroom dresser I reminded myself. The new panties smoothed me down and held everything in place better while feeling even sexier than before.
“Now we need shoes,” Said Lauren. She took me by the hand and walked me into her closet and switched the light on, still not letting me see what I looked like. It was not as big as Miranda’s closet. It was mainly dresses, tops, skirts, coats and pants hanging on the hangers with shoes laid out in pairs on the floor.
Boxes of stuff lay on the shelves above plus a large number of dolls and stuffed animals, some arranged so they looked down on us. I wanted to reach up and hug one of them. Lauren didn’t see me looking at them. She reached for a pair of cream colored pumps with about 3” heels and handed them to me.
“Which dress will I wear?” I asked.
“Just put the shoes on first then I will show you. How are they?”
I put one foot in and stood up on it. It felt pretty good. I put the other foot in and stood on it. They felt marvelous. I felt taller and my back kind of straightened up. My chest stood out even further.
“They are fantastic,” I exclaimed.
Lauren put a pair of open toed shoes with ankle straps. “They are really nice too,” I said.
“Do you want to wear them?” said Lauren.
“Not right now,” I said. “Maybe later!”
Then she reached out and pulled a dress from the rail. It was a creamy color with small pink and white flowers on it. It was low cut at the front and back and looked very short. Lauren ran the zip down and handed it to me as I would put it on.
I put both hands on her shoulders and lifted one leg in, then the other. She pulled up the dress around me and I felt it slither and slip its way up my thighs, butt and stomach, twisting it side to side so it would not bind with my slip. It seemed to be a little tight till the waist of the dress met mine, and then it fit snugly around me and I put my arms into the straps. It clung all about me.
Then Lauren turned me around again and pulled the zip up. It fit like a glove till it got tight under my breasts where it got a little tighter still, till I adjusted my breasts to fit into the soft shaped area left for them by the shape of the dress. Under the breasts the dress was elastic stitched so fit snuggly accentuating my breasts and giving me what felt like a sensational shape. A womanly shape.
I stood still with my legs a little apart to give my extra bits some room to move. I looked down at myself to see pretty pair of shoes, a wonderful pair of shiny legs, a really pretty dress topped off by a pair of nice tits. I felt like a pretty girl, but did I look like one I wondered to my self.
While I was admiring my self, Lauren had put her dress on. It was pastel yellow with ruffles around the breast and straps, and it had a sash and bow of the same material tied at the side but it was also form fitting and showed off her shape quite nicely. It was just as short as mine with both dresses at least 3 or 4 inches above our knees.
“Ready for the big reveal,” she said.
I looked up at this beautiful big teddy bear above me and said, “Can I take him with me for support?” Lauren nodded.
I reached up to grab the teddy bear. I gave him a great big hug, held him on my hip and took a deep breath. “OK now I am ready,” I said.
Lauren took my hand and looked straight at me. She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it. “You won’t believe this!” she said.
“What?” I said. Then Lauren led me into the sunlight light coming in from the window and in front of her two big dressing table mirrors, but I could not see me!
All I could see was Lauren looking absolutely stunning in her pale yellow mini dress and this absolute knockout foxy young woman standing at her side holding a teddy bear. It was incredible. There was nothing about this woman to suggest was wasn’t a 100% sexy female and there was certainly no boy in the picture.
My knees started to buckle.
I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms
I didn’t know. Chapter 5.
My knees started to buckle.
Lauren was looking at me as I stared at the reflections. The two young women in front of me were scintillating. Their legs, their faces, their bodies were just gorgeous and cried out to be touched.
It was truly an out of body experience looking at these two hot women and realizing that one was me and the other was my 15 year old girlfriend. My boy bits tucked inside my panties were doing somersaults and vibrating like and electric razor.
Then Lauren stepped between me and the mirror. She put her arms around my waist and stood staring me straight in the eyes with a totally blank look on her face. Our eyes were at exactly the same height as we stood nose to nose. I could feel the breath brushing across my lips.
I starred back for a moment and then she turned her head to one side like she didn’t want our noses to touch, and kissed me on the mouth.
Oh my, it was wonderful! Not just the mouth! Her mouth was wide open and she enveloped me, her tongue was wandering all over my mouth rubbing against my tongue. I felt the teddy bear dropped to the floor.
She tasted like there was no possibility that anything could taste any better and any other kisses would be a waste of time, but shortly I had to break away from her mouth.
I could feel her tits against mine, her stomach, her hips and her thighs against mine, now she had one hand on my ass and one around my waist, touching my dress and holding me against her.
I had my hands around her waist and back feeling her wonderful soft but firm skin under her dress, pulling her towards me, pressing her hips and grinding them against mine. I felt my feet in my shoes, my stockings on my legs and my penis ready to burst if it wasn’t held back between my legs.
I straightened my arms and held her a little away and we caught each other’s eyes and a huge happy smile drifted across her face before she lowered her head to just beneath my ear and started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.
I lowered my hands down to her ass, one hand on each mound. She was not as soft as I had expected but firm and she moved as I touched her as if she was apprehensive but still enjoyed it.
We were now pubic bone to pubic bone with only two dresses and our panties between us. The little dance my penis was doing turned into a shudder and I buried my head into Lauren’s neck and held on tight as I thought I could loose my balance.
More little shudders occurred lasting for a few seconds then subsided. I don’t know if Lauren understood what just happened but she just held on to me and did not move while I regained my self control.
I could feel a stickiness between my legs but I knew it was contained inside my panty liner.
We relaxed our grip of each other and she kissed me on the lips again, this time with her mouth closed but the touch or her lips on mine was magical. She pulled away from me and looked at me as to survey the damage.
I guess we were both a little bedraggled so she leaned backwards while still pressing our hips together and my hands still rested on her hips. She started some repairs by reaching for the hair brush and pinning back one of my hair slides.
“So was my kiss worth waiting for?” asked Lauren.
“It was wonderful,” I said. “In never dreamed a kiss could be so beautiful. Did you enjoy it?”
“Not bad,” she said. “With a little practice we might get quite good at it.”
“So how come you decided to kiss me like that when I am dressed like a girl?” I asked, “Instead of when I am dressed like a boy?”
“I haven’t had time to think about that, but it did seem kind of natural to me. I suppose that because we have been close friends since we were small, I have often wondered what you would think and what you would look like if you were allowed to wear a dress.”
“I have tried t shirts and shorts and all of the other things that boys wear and I decided a long time ago that I prefer to wear dresses, but you were never given the choice until now.”
“You look very pretty in that dress you know.”
“Thank you.” I said still shocked at the idea that I had just been kissing Lauren while wearing a dress and creaming my pants. I realized that Lauren had not answered my question. “OK so I look pretty in a dress, but would you have kissed me like that if I was not wearing a dress?”
“Of course I would silly. It was just that when you agreed with me that it was wonderful to feel like a girl, I got a little excited at the thought that we could enjoy being girls together.”
“Excited? But why were you excited?”
”I don’t know silly. It was just that things kind of came together. I was all along planning to kiss you today you know, and then you told me that you had been wearing a dress at Miranda’s house. I had always wondered what you would look like wearing make up and a dress. I started to get excited.”
“How do you mean, excited? I didn’t see you jump up and down or start clapping your hands.”
“Not that kind of excited. I don’t want to call you silly again but, you know, the other kind of excited.
“Sexually?” I asked. Lauren nodded her head. I did not know what to do with that information. It just floated out there waiting for someone to grab hold of it, so I probed a little more trying to find out what I could do with it.
“Didn’t you say that you have promised not to touch a penis or be touched by one?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Lauren. “But your penis is held tight in you panties, and if you promise to keep it there, I might let you touch me!”
“But I have been touching you,” I said but I was sure I was missing something. My hands everywhere that I expected she would allow me to touch her, and that is when I realized that I had limited my expectations unnecessarily.
I lowered my right hand down onto her left leg and under her dress. My palm was now flat against the side of her firm unyielding thigh. Her sin was soft, smooth and silky with tiny hairs to tickle the palm of my hand that I know could not be seen.
She took a sharp intake of breath, closed her eyes momentarily and shivered in my grasp. Then turned her head sideways and I turned mine to meet her, then she kissed me again full on the mouth and I let her tongue slide deliciously against mine for a few delicious seconds then she pulled away and looked into my eyes.
I knew there must be more. I think she was expecting me to put my hand inside her panties, but our hips were so close together that nothing could come between us, so I took my hand away and moved myself sideways so that my legs were either side of her right hip.
Then I put my hand back on her leg, but I did not find her leg, I found her crotch covered by her panties. I looked to her face but she had her eyes closed waiting for my next move, so I closed my eyes, rested my head on her shoulder and moved my hand further into her crotch.
I could feel her soft silky hair under and around the material of her panties and the heat beneath them. She pulled both of our dresses up and away from the area so they rested above where my stomach rested against her hip. She pulled my hand away momentarily and pulled her oh so tiny flimsy panties aside. She held my hand by the wrist and plunged it into the warm wetness of her crotch.
I stiffened my hand against her as she guided me to the entrance to her vagina which was very firm but well lubricated and allowed my finger to slip inside just a little. I had to bend down a little to get the right angle of approach.
She now had a very tight grip on my forearm directing it into the right position. “Oh that’s it!” she exclaimed as I put my finger just an inch inside her, “now just rub your finger around the entrance,” she said so I did what I was told.
I was thoroughly amazed that I was doing this to a young girl who until just a few days ago I thought of as just a kid. The feel of her vagina was incredible with the juices running down onto my hand and down her leg feeling soft, slippy and very clean and tingly.
“Now move your thumb back and forward.” My thumb was buried in the soft mound of flesh in front of her vagina. I moved by thumb backwards through the little fiddly bits of skin, her body shook and she pulled my hand further towards her.
“Not so tight,” I said, “you are hurting my hand!”
“OK,” she whispered.
She took her right hand and placed it on my ass and grabbed a handful, I could feel the layers of soft silky material of my dress under her hand as she held it firmly against me, then she shuddered and shook in my hands.
“Keep it going, keep going” she demanded.
I had my left hand on her ass inside her panties with the dress overflowing over my hand with the fingers of my right hand just a couple of inches away were circling inside the entrance to her vagina.
My thumb rubbed slowly and gently back and forth over her clitoris. It was like I was holding all of her womanhood in my hands.
We moved and swayed together so that the top of her right thigh pushed into my crotch and rubbed on the base of my penis as it was pushed back beneath me, which was wonderful in itself, but this was her turn. I concentrated on her enjoyment.
She gripped me tighter with her hands and her face lifted toward the ceiling as she let out a series of involuntary sounds without words that seemed to come from her toes and echo around the room while she quivered in my grasp and her knees went outwards as if to let me in further.
This seemed to last for a few seconds then subside before coming back again just as powerful as before, then a third time not quite as strong, then a series of small quivers and shakes during this time she would not let me stop moving inside her as she continued to hold my hand to her.
“I can’t do this any longer,” I said. “My hand is cramping.”
“That’s OK,” she said. “You can stop now.”
I stopped moving my thumb, but she did not let my hand go and kept holding it deep inside her still quivering crotch. Neither of us was in a hurry to move.
Our heavy breathing was beginning to subside and we could both begin to reassess our surroundings.
I looked around Lauren’s room to see that girl again looking at me. But what am I. I am a fifteen year old boy who is wearing a dress and has just creamed his panties, who was holding Lauren two handed by the crotch.
She was a fifteen year old goddess who has just had, I assume, her first full orgasm, with a boy/ girl’s 2 hands stuffed into her wet and sticky panties.
Lauren’s eyes were closed and her head was making tiny movements one way or another while she was making tiny unrecognizable whispering sounds to herself. What could be more perfect?
This felt so good on so many levels that I could never explain them all, safe to say that I felt as satisfied as Lauren obviously looked. My hand was beginning to feel cold and sticky as was Laurens crotch and leg. That moment had come to and end.
“Keep your hand away from my dress, our dresses.” said Lauren as we disconnected ourselves and our dresses floated down towards our knees.
Lauren took off towards the bathroom while I was left to smell the sweet aroma left on my hand covered Lauren’s vaginal juices. I can’t describe it as it has a sent all of its own unlike any other, but it made me smile.
I followed Lauren toward the bathroom. I watched from the hallway as she threw off her wet panties, took a soapy flannel and spread her knees wide apart to wash between her legs and down the inside of her thighs. She turned her head to see me looking.
“You are not supposed to be watching!” she exclaimed.
“You did not close the door.”
“I am a weakened state and you must have taken advantage of me!” said Lauren in a kind of confusing tone that I don’t remember before.
“Don’t tell me you are sorry we did that,” thinking how otherwise could she have had an orgasm if that had not been her first.
“No of course not, but you are watching me clean myself up. I don’t think I look very lady like at this moment do I?”
“You are wonderful.” I said. “You are gorgeous and I love you.”
“You have no idea what that sounds like coming from such a pretty young girl. You look like you should be saying that to a handsome young man, but I am glad you are saying it to me, because I love you to,” said Lauren now drying herself. “Now I need to get some fresh panties.”
I washed my hands and followed Lauren into her bedroom, feeling a sad loss having to wash away those wonderful juices, but I couldn’t keep them.
Lauren went over to her dresser for a clean pair of panties and put them on without ever considering where I was or if I was looking.
“Can I have a fresh pair of panties and a panty liner?” I asked.
She also handed me a fresh pair of fine silky white skimpy lace panties, and a clean panty liner. She showed me how to put the soiled pad in a bag in the garbage and not down the toilet as I would have done. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up in private.
When I got back, Lauren had returned her make up to the perfection it had been before. While she was repairing my make up I asked, “What is your mother going to say when she sees all of these soiled panties in the same day?”
“My mother has always been keen that I wash my own separates since I was 10 or 11 to be sure they never get mixed in with father’s things, so we just leave them in the basket in my room. No problem.”
“So are we going to do our homework now?” I asked.
“No way,” she said. “We are going out. I want to show my cousin Sophie around the area and maybe meet some of my friends.
“But what about our homework? You mother said she was going to check.” I exclaimed.
“Don’t worry I did it before you got here and put both of our names on it. We are allowed to collaborate for this one.”
“But I can’t go out like this,” I said.
“Oh yes you can,” she said. “I did not get you all dressed up like that just so sit at home and do homework.”
“But I’m still a boy,” I tried to argue, unconvincingly in a dress, high heels and make up.
“When you looked in that mirror over there,” she asked. “Did you see anything that looked like a boy?”
“No,” I said. I had to admit that I had not felt anything boyish since I went into her room and put a bra on. Except of course for the penis that exploded in my panties a little while ago, but that can be considered an anomaly.
“But what about my voice?”
“Your voice may have broken, but it didn’t go very far. You could use your regular voice and coming out of those lips nobody would ever argue that it was not a beautiful girl’s voice.”
“Well what about feminine actions. How am I going to know how to act like a girl?”
“I will give you now all the rules about being a girl in 2009.”
“1. Talk quietly and”
“2. Keep your legs together, and even those two rules are flexible these days.”
“You do not need to be limp wristed and coy to be a girl these days.”
“As you are standing there, you are prettier and more feminine than many of the girls in our high school.”
I had to admit, looking back to the mirror, that I think she could be right, but I was not sure that I could feel so confident when I don’t have the girl in the mirror looking back at me.
“I could never be prettier and more feminine that you. You are the real deal. I am just a fake, an impersonator who could be discovered.” I replied.
“You are gorgeous and real,” said Lauren, “And anyone that meets you will fall head over heels in love with you, just as I am.”
I found it difficult to argue. No one had ever been so positive in reinforcing my self esteem, not even when I was wearing boy’s clothes. I moved over to Lauren and hugged her, and as soon as I did, our tits bumped together and our thighs rubbed against each other in a way that started stirring my boy bits again.
“OK you have sold me,” I said. “Let’s see what its like to wear a dress out in public. But just to have a walk around. Promise me you won’t introduce me to anyone or make me do any talking.”
“And if we see anyone we know we just turn around and walk back here. Is that clear?” I said trying to be firm in my best strong young girl in a dress manner.
“And if any boys walk up to us to try to talk to us or anything, I am just going to run away!”
“I don’t think you will Sophia my pretty girlfriend. I think you will just flash your pretty eyes and let me do the talking, OK?”
“OK.” I said, feeling very apprehensive but exited at the thought of new sensations I might enjoy while outside in the street wearing a dress.
Lauren found a small purse with long strap for me, as she did for herself that matched our dresses and put some essentials in them. Lauren and I then I went about trying some of Lauren’s shoes on to find ones that would be comfortable walking down the hill to the post office.
I selected an open toed grey pair with a 3 inch heel that didn’t exactly match my dress but they were so lovely and comfortable that I couldn’t resist.
Lauren also made me wear some pale pink nail varnish on my finger nails. She said no self respecting good looking girl like I was would ever go out without her nails done.
We cleaned up her room a little, collected my boy clothes and put them into a draw in Lauren’s dresser. Everything looked perfect.
While Lauren made her final preparations I went downstairs and walked around the house looking at myself in various mirrors, checking various looks and smiles that I could use on people, listening to my high heels clicking on the hardwood floors and practicing sitting nicely in chair after chair until Lauren came downstairs.
We stood toe to toe under the tall ceiling of the hallway then she gave me one more tit to tit hug and looked me in the eyes.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Ready!” I replied.
Two pairs of high heels clicked there way across the front entranceway, Lauren opened the door and we stepped out into the sunlight.
I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 6.
Stepping out.
As we stepped out onto the driveway it was like walking onto a stage and being spotlighted in front of thousands of people. The light was so bright. I had no sunglasses and for a moment I felt like there was someone in every window of every house on the street looking at me at the same time.
I felt the sudden chill of the autumn fresh air on my bare arms, chest and back. I also felt the rush of air around my legs and up my skirt to feel my exposed stocking tops, which was quite a pleasant surprise indeed.
I stuttered in my step and reached for Lauren’s forearm with my two hands. My purse fell off my shoulder and swung into Lauren’s leg, but she did not complain.
“What’s wrong?” she said as she turned and looked at me.
“So many different sensations,” I said. “It’s a little overwhelming. I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Don’t tell me that you little sissy. We haven’t got off the driveway and you’re already chickening out?” She said this like a question that she wanted me to answer.
“No,” I said not really wanting to go forwards or backwards. “Just give me a minute! And why did you call me a sissy?”
“I only said it because you seem more frightened than you should be, but,” she thought for a moment, “it is appropriate you know. That’s what they call boys who like to wear dresses.”
“So, am I a sissy?”
“Yes darling, but you are my beautiful sissy boy and I love you and promise to take care of you always.” Lauren was coaxing me to start walking across the driveway.
“Anyway we can’t just stand here we could get charged for loitering, and the way you look you could get charged for attempted prostitution.”
My jaw dropped a little as I started to walk with her. Sometimes I am amazed by what comes out of this little girl’s mouth. As I walked I began to feel my stocking tops and suspenders gently tickle the tops of my legs. Another unexpected surprise!
“That’s it. Just keep walking, try to relax a little, hold my hand and enjoy being outside in the fresh air.”
We reached the end of the driveway and turned towards the main road. As I kept walking I began to check every window or door thinking someone would shout out ‘hey there is a boy in a dress,’ but no one did.
We walked past a couple of houses before a car came down the road in front of us. Lauren recognized the man driving and waved to him, but I just glanced at him then kept on walking. There was a woman in the garden of the next house who looked up from her gardening. Lauren saw her first.
“Hi Mary,” said Lauren.
“Hi girls! Beautiful day isn’t it.” said the woman.
“See!” Lauren whispered to me. “She recognized you as a girl and so will everyone else. Now let’s cross the road but don’t step on the grass because you are wearing high heels and you will get your shoes dirty.”
We crossed the road and nothing happened. I was OK. We got to the end of the road and turned to walk down the hill. This road was a lot busier. Cars drove by people and looked from a distance but I was still unscathed. I was beginning to take things in and enjoy myself, but every now and then I thought I could feel some ones glance on my legs or chest. I looked around but could see no one.
I thought about my chest and my tits. I looked down at the little mounds poking out in front of me. They looked so heavenly and they were mine, at least they looked and felt like they were mine. I was very happy.
“You must have confidence Sophia,” said Lauren as we continued walking, my hand in hers. “If you have confidence then you can carry almost anything off. When you look at people you need to be thinking ‘I am a pretty girl. What do you think about that?’”
For a moment I thought about Forest Gump so I said out loud, “Hi Forrest. I am a purrrdy guurrl. What do you think about thayyat,” I said in my best southern drawl.
Lauren giggled and joined in. “You can have fried shrimp. Broiled shrimp. Barbie cood shrimp.”
“Run Forest Run” I shouted. We were both giggling now and trying to think of the many ways to cook shrimp. The hundred or so yards to the main street disappeared in an instant.
“Life is like a box of choc lets,” said Lauren.
“What happened to your legs Sergeant Dan,” I replied.
“I guess you two girls have watched Forrest Gump a few times.” said a woman’s voice behind us.
We turned round to see a nice dark haired lady in shorts, a tee shirt and running shoes with a water bottle in her hand. We had stopped at the traffic lights and continued giggling allowing this woman to enjoy our foolishness.
“Oh Hi,’ said Lauren still partially giggling. ‘We didn’t know anyone could hear us.”
“Oh that’s OK, you made me laugh for the first time today so I am glad I bumped into you,” said the lady looking both of us up and down.
“My, you really are pretty young things aren’t you?” The three of us smiled at each other for a moment, still recovering from the giggling. Then the lights changed the lady jogged off across the busy street.
“See I told you how pretty you are, now just follow me and enjoy your walk,” said Lauren.
We were staying on this side of the street so we walked towards the post office. I followed Lauren past the bank and into the post office where she wanted to buy a stamp and post a letter. All the people at the counter were looking the other way, or so I thought, and that made me feel safe.
I could see displays of special stamps, shelves of envelopes, advertisements for parcel deliveries and at the end of the room, post office boxes and two teenage boys looking at me. It was Carter and Warren.
“Damn it” I said and I gave Lauren’s purse a firm tug. As she turned around she saw them walking over. She leaned over and whispered to me.
“I am pretty and smile!”
“High Lauren, who is your friend,” said Warren smiling and looking straight down at me. I felt so tiny as he hovered over me. I was hoping the ground would open up and swallow me. I tried to smile.
“Hi guys, this is my cousin Sophie from up state. Say hi Sophie.”
I whispered hi to them but I don’t think any sound came out. Warren held out his hand. “Hi Sophie, I’m Warren.”
I placed my hand in his. I don’t remember him having such big hands. They were dry and warm and my hand felt comfortable in his.
“Hi Sophie my name is Carter,” said Carter holding out his hand, but Warren would not let my hand go.
Warren was starring at me with a big grin on his face, like a daytime TV star at a parade thinking to himself ‘hey look at me I am really something special.’
“And where are you ladies going today,” said Warren looking straight at me, trying to make his voice sound as deep and soft as he could.
Lauren answered knowing I was a little tongue tied. “We are just out for a walk and to post a letter.”
As I was staring into Warren’s eyes. They were dreamy. I realized mouth was wide open so I closed it.
“So whereabouts up state do you live Sophie” said Carter trying to attract my attention.
“Near San Francisco,” I said. I looked over at Carter and he was looking me straight in the eyes too, but I wanted to look back at Warren.
“Yeh, whereabouts? My brother lives near San Francisco,” said Carter.
“The north side I think,” I realized that what I said made no sense but I was trying to be a vague as possible. Warren’s touch and the way he was looking at me made me feel tingly all over.
Lauren put one of her hands on my wrist, one on Warrens and pulled our hands apart. “We have got to go now! Our parents could be looking for us.”
Then she turned away and started dragging me out of the post office, bouncing me off the big glass doors in the process. We got outside and she stopped and turned to look at me.
“What do you think you are doing,” said Lauren sounding a little annoyed with me.
“I was only holding his hand,” I said.
“You were flirting,” she said “flashing those big blue eyes at him. He’s going to follow us now you watch.”
The boys followed us out. I had no idea what I had done. I was just looking at him, wasn’t I?
“Gee, can we buy you two a Coke?” said Warren from behind us. “There is a seating area outside the convenience store.”
“We have to go home, don’t we Sophia?” Lauren said sternly.
I raised my brow, pulled my bottom lip over my top lip and looked at her while twisting my purse strap around my finger. “One coke?” I said.
“Jesus, one Coke!” she said giving her reluctant approval.
I was amazed that both our attitudes had changed in just a few second. I wanted to talk to Warren because I thought Warren was interested in me because he thought I was a girl, but Lauren had almost dragged me here and now she wanted to go home.
Warren put an arm around each of us and turned us toward the store. His big hand went around my shoulder and made me shiver in the nicest way. His uncovered forearm rubbing against the skin of my bare back as we walked.
“You must have met my friend Mitch this morning Sophie?” he stated. Oops I almost forgot about him, me, whatever.
“He was with us earlier,” said Lauren. “We did our homework together then he went home.”
“I went round to his house earlier, but he wasn’t there” he said.
“You must have just missed him,” said Lauren. Warren led us to the benches outside the convenience store and Carter went inside to get some Cokes. I sat in the middle of one of the benches, my knees together with my hands together in my lap.
I could feel my control panties and my suspenders beneath my dress and I could feel the bare part of my legs above my stockings touching the wood of the seat. It was weird and sexy at the same time.
Warren walked around me and sat next to me touching the leg of his baggy shorts against my stocking covered leg as he sat down as close to me as me could. His arm was touching mine as he put his hands on his knees.
As Lauren sat down beside me, she reached out for my hand and held it with the two of hers seemingly to distract me away from Warren.
“What grade are you in Sophie?” he asked. I turned to look at him. His head was tilted in front of mine. He had to stoop down and twist around so that he could get his head down to my level.
“Same as Lauren,” I said. “I am just a couple of months younger than her.” I lied. I was a few months older than Lauren, but I thought it best to throw him off the scent so to speak.
“Mitch and I are the same age within a couple of days,” said Warren.
Our parents used to hold joint birthday parties when we were little. He is one of my very best buddies. Him and Carter that is.
This felt strange. He was telling me about me and I couldn’t dare let him know.
Carter came out of the store with a tray carrying 4 cokes with the straws already in them.
“Mitch and Lauren are best friends too, but I think that Lauren is Mitch’s girlfriend. Is that right Lauren?”
Lauren squeezed my arm. “I think the secret is out by now,” said Lauren. “Yes he is my boyfriend and I love him very much.”
She had never admitted that fact to anyone else before, but the things that had happened in the last couple of hours may have changed her attitude. We all took our cokes in our hands and took a drink.
“Mitch is a lucky little guy to have a pretty girlfriend like you,” said Warren. “What about you Sophie? Do you have a boyfriend?”
I nearly spat me coke out all over Carter’s sandals. This was getting weird. I tried to concoct some story to make myself seem less attractive to him.
“No I don’t Warren because my folks think I am too young to have a boyfriend. They would flip if they saw me out like this. I am not allowed to wear short skirts or make up when I am at my own house.” Lauren gave me the elbow in the side and started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” said Warren.
I realized how ridiculous that must have sounded to Lauren, so I kept it going. “It’s just that I have never had attention from boys like you before Warren. Honestly when I am at home I am just a little girl. The boys at home never look at me.”
“I can’t believe that,” said Warren.
Lauren had her head buried in her hands doubled over giggling at this point. Carter was laughing with us just because Lauren was laughing. Warren had no idea what was going on and I am very glad about that.
“It’s true,” I said. “My parents won’t let me get my ears pierced and hate it when I wear nail varnish.” Lauren was now spitting out her coke.
I felt a couple of laughter tears form in my eyes but I couldn’t stop yet. ‘When my Dad gets me home he will probable put me over his knee and spank me!”
Lauren was now punching me with the back of her hand on my shin to get me to stop. That was it. I couldn’t say any more because I was laughing too much.
Warren had a serious look on his face. “Your father, doesn’t hurt you does he?” using a protective tone.”
“Sophie is joking Warren,” said Lauren almost laughing as she talked while trying not spill any more Coke.
“Sophie is just a joker and she didn’t mean any of that. I was laughing because I knew she was being silly.”
“And your Dad is not going to spank you?” Warren said to me.
“No Warren he isn’t.” I said. “None of that stuff was true and I was just making a joke for Lauren. It’s just that my Dad hates to see me kissing boys.”
Lauren blew more coke out of her mouth and this time it did go onto Carter’s sandals and she dropped some on her pretty dress. She stood up and tried to brush the Coke off her dress. Carter stood up and tried to help her brush the coke off her dress too, but she stopped him.
“I can handle it Carter thank you,” she said. ”But we will have to go home now so I can change my dress.”
“Can we walk you home?” said Warren.”
“No thank you boys,” said Lauren firmly. “We will be quite alright by ourselves and we need to spend some time on our own before we get back to the house.” Obviously she had left no room for compromise with that answer.
I looked at Warren. He had a disappointed but resigned look on his face like we had not spent enough time together. I felt the same way. As he was so close I just reached across and put my left hand on the back of his then I kissed him on the cheek.
“Bye Warren it was nice to meet you,” I said.
Then without stopping I stood up and thought about kissing Carter, but he was way too tall, so I put my arms around his waist and gave him a hug. I could hardly get my arms around him because he was so big, not fat, just big. I laid my head against his chest for a moment and I felt his hand gently touch my back, then I let go of him.
“It was nice to meet you too Carter,” I said.
“Nice to meet you too,” the boys said almost together.
“How often do you come down this way Sophie?” said Warren. “Maybe we could meet up, you know, with you, Mitch and Lauren.”
That was an intriguing notion. “It’s rare that I make it down this way Warren. But if I do I will be sure to let you know.”
The boys looked a little sad as we said our goodbyes and walked quickly away. Lauren waited till we got away from the main road and started up the hill before she said anything.
“I can’t believe you.” said Lauren. “You have been a girl for two hours and you have your best friends Warren and Carter drooling all over you. I can’t believe the way you flirted with them.”
“I wasn’t trying to do anything.”
“Guess you are just a natural flirt,” she said. “And then you kissed Warren.”
“Only on the cheek!”
“But you still kissed him.” I couldn’t believe she was so upset. “My boyfriend kissing another boy right in front of me,” she said talking through clenched teeth.
“Would you rather I do it behind you back?”
“I would rather you not do it at all.” Now she was almost screaming. “This was supposed to be a fun thing between two girls. Just between you and me!”
“But I am a boy, remember.”
“Yes I know,” she said firmly, “But I don’t want anyone else to know. You are my boyfriend and I want you all to myself. I get the feeling that if you had the chance you would have kissed him on the mouth.”
I realized that I had to fight that one. I could never admit to my girlfriend that I wanted to kiss a boy on the mouth. That would be like saying I was gay.
“I was only pretending to be a girl because I was wearing a dress,” I said, wondering if I sounded convincing. “I would never kiss a boy on the mouth. I love you. You are my girlfriend forever.”
We were almost at the house. She got her keys out and we went inside. It was then that I noticed that she was crying. We fell into each others arms and she sobbed loudly for a short while. We were opposite the mirrors of the hall closet and I still couldn’t help myself from thinking how pretty and sexy we both looked. Two pretty girls with short skirts and long legs.
Lauren saw what I was doing and turned my face back to meet hers with a hand holding my chin.
“Please Mitch remember,” that was the first time I remember her using that name all afternoon.
“I want you to be ‘my’ sissy boy in a dress, ” she put a big emphasis on ‘my,’ “and don’t you ever let me see you flirting with boys.”
“And don’t you even think about kissing one on the lips. Your lips are for me only and don’t ever forget it.”
“I won’t Lauren, I promise,” knowing that was what I had to say, but still wondering what it would be like, and thinking that some day it would happen.
“You better remember. You wouldn’t want the whole school knowing that you are a sissy would you?” I didn’t believe that she was really meaning to threaten me but the implication was there.
Things calmed down a little after that. “I really do love you,” I said smiling at her. “I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that don’t you.
“I don’t think you will ever mean to hurt me for sure, but you have never had all or the warnings that my Mom has given me.”
I was holding her by the waist now and she had her hands in front of her grasping the tissue she had used to wipe her eyes. She was twisting from side to side and looked ridiculously cute. I guess she was a natural flirt too.
“I was totally shocked by the way you just became a little girl when Warren stood over you,” she said. “I became a little frightened that I might loose you, and I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”
“I am going to clean myself up a little and do something with this dress, so you go and make us some soft drinks then make yourself comfortable,” she instructed me. “We are going to have a little girl to girl talk.”
I didn’t know it could be like this. A story by Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 7.
Lauren and Sophie have a girl to girl talk.
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I sat on the luxurious leather sofa and hugged myself. I felt so incredibly feminine it was hard to take in. The multiple sensations of stockings, high heels, a push up bra and a beautifully soft and sensual dress that exposed my legs and chest were wonderful.
I sat there with my arms crossed over my chest feeling my own tits and feeling very silly, enjoying the feminine sensation. I thought about our little outing to the post office and how it made me feel. I was very happy and relieved about what had gone on and I couldn’t help feeling pretty smug about myself.
Warren and Carter had believed I was a girl and would have kissed me if they had half a chance and that gave me a sense of accomplishment and a certain pride. I was, to them at least, a pretty girl.
Lauren came down the stairs looking her usual pretty self, but this time in a pale blue dress halter-top, a belt of the same material tied at the waist, the skirt finishing a couple of inched above the knee.
She seated herself on the coffee table in front of me while I was sitting on the big leather couch. She reached over and pulled my hands together between hers and rested them on my knee making me sit up just a little.
“Are you ready,” she said.
“I’m ready.”
“Just shut up and listen please Sophie because this isn’t easy.”
“OK,” I said feeling pleased that she still called me Sophie. There was a pause but I thought it best to keep my mouth shut till Lauren started her story or whatever it was.
“My mom has been giving me some advice over the years, stuff to do with the difference between boys and girls. Mom has a wonderfully gentle way of saying this stuff to me, because I am a girl, but because you are a different kind of girl, I am going to explain thing differently, like how a boy might understand it.”
“You mean a boy like me, who wear dresses?”
“Yes hopefully. Well, you know the old nursery rhyme that says girls are like sugar and spice and all things nice, and boys are like slugs and snails and puppy dog tails?”
“Yes,” I said, wondering where this was leading.
“Well it’s worse than that.”
Lauren shuffled around a bit trying to get comfortable on her perch, but I think it is the words that are uncomfortable to her.
“The way girls think is different to boys. Most girls want to be loved and have someone to take care or and be taken care of. They want to find that one special boy or man and hold onto them forever, and once they do find the one, they hardly notice other men.”
“A woman in love may look at another man and they notice them to be good looking, but they don’t vision them with their clothes off and think about having sex with them.”
“Do you think that’s what I do?”
“No I don’t, but that’s probably why you like wearing dresses, so shut up and let me finish. Most boys, or many boys I am not sure which, have one principle overriding driving force in their lives and in seems to effect almost everything they do.”
“And what is that?” I said thinking that I was going to hear something earth shattering.
“They want to find a woman, put their penis inside them and spread their seed. And it doesn’t stop there. When they have found a woman who lets them do it, they are not likely to be satisfied no matter how wonderful the woman is. They are likely to start looking at and lusting over any woman they see that is the slightest bit attractive.”
”Do you think all men are like that?”
“No of course not. Your dad is not like that and I don’t think my dad is. But there are lots of them around. Most boys start off that way but tend to grow out of it somewhat as they get older, but some men are like that all day every day.”
“Really,” I said. I was surprised. “I don’t think I am like that, and I don’t think I know anyone who is. But how do you tell?”
“That’s the tricky part. It’s very difficult to tell men apart when you first meet them. You have to get to know them, and even after you have known them for a long time and feel safe with them, they can surprise you and turn out to be an ass.”
“Do you think I could ever turn into an ass?”
“I don’t think so Mitch, but I think you have developed differently other boys. Warren and Carter are not the same as you.”
“Look at Warren today. He was all over you like fire blanket. If you had showed him any encouragement he would have had his tongue down your throat and his hand up your dress in seconds.”
“That would have been kind of awkward wouldn’t it?”
“You bet it would. Boys of that age can’t help themselves because they have not developed the self control that they get as they age. That is why women have to be the controlling force in any relationship. Men can’t be trusted to exercise control.”
“A boy like Warren will probably grow up to be a fine man and a wonderful husband to someone, but until he grows up he will continue to push and probe and pressure any pretty girl he sees until he either gets controlled by someone, or he gets to use his penis on someone.”
“I hadn’t realized that Warren was being like that to me,” I said, wondering what would have happened if Lauren was not there to help me.
“He was circling like a shark.”
“Do I ever circle you like a shark?”
“No silly. I have you under control, which is really easy because you are a pushover, which is fine if you are a boy, but I would fear for you if you were a girl.”
“So what you are saying is that I am fine because I am a boy, but I am different to Warren and Carter, so why are you telling me all of this?”
“Because you are dressed like a girl silly. You can’t believe how close Warren was to you. He was all over you and you had no hope of exercising and control over him. You were a lost cause as soon as he held you hand for the first time. If you were a girl in that situation and I wasn’t there, he could have got you in serious trouble. That is how teen pregnancies get started.”
“I get the picture. I can’t get pregnant but I could get found out, loose my best friends and be the laughing stock of the whole school.”
“Now I think you are getting the picture,” said Lauren. “Think control. If you are going to be a girl, you have to be in control.”
“But hold on,” I said. “I was only trying dresses on and you have got me from there to being in control of the boys I meet.”
“Yes but look at the big picture,” said Lauren now trying to force her point home. “You are a really pretty girl on the outside, even if you have something different than me between your legs. Boys are going to assume that you are fair game and play the same tricks on you that they would play on me, or any other girl who has had years of preparation.”
“You are just a novice at this. I have to teach you how to control the boys around you so that you can survive in this world. And you have to play your part and learn fast.”
“But hold on just a minute,” I said, thinking I might have something useful to say but I was by no means sure of it. “Today was the first ever day that I have worn a dress in public and who is to say I will ever do it again.”
“You haven’t figured that one out either have you?”
“What?” I said.
“OK it seems like I will have to tell you, but first you must understand that I love you dearly and always want to be with you. I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. I want to be with you when things happen that make you sad so I can comfort you and share your pain.”
“I want to be with you when you are happy so I can share your laughter. I want to be with you always so I can see how you turn out because I have a vested interest in you. You are the most important part of my life and have been for years.”
“But now I fear I am going to say something that may hurt you, and believe me I am sorry before I say it but it’s true.”
That was touching, but I feared that it was only said to prepare me for something that I wouldn’t like.
“What, tell me.”
“OK, here it comes.” She paused, but I don’t think it was for dramatic effect.
“You are a sissy boy. You have always been a sissy boy. You look and act like a girl even when you think you are acting like a boy. I have been hiding it from you for years hoping that you would realize it yourself. But that’s OK! I love you for it. My Mom loves you for it.”
“Miranda chose you as her babysitter because of it. Probably Warren likes you because of it but doesn’t realize it. He has been practicing his husband protector act on you for years. And we do not want you to change.”
‘Well shut the front door’ I said to myself. I thought I was an ordinary boy. I was dumbfounded. I was thinking for a moment that it couldn’t be true, but as I thought some more I realized that she had to be right. But what did it mean and how would my life change. I was sitting in front of my girlfriend Lauren and I was wearing a fabulous dress and make-up.
Was I surprised that Lauren thought I was s sissy. How could I be? Yes I thought to myself. I am a sissy boy, and I like it. The next thing I realized was that I was going to wear girl’s clothes a lot more.
“You OK,” said Lauren.
“Yeh I guess so. It kind of makes sense now I think about it. Do you think it means that I won’t get to play quarterback for the high school football team?”
“I can’t believe you can make jokes after what I just said to you. Don’t you feel anything?
“Sure I do. I feel like my whole world has turned up side down. I am not the average slugs and snails and puppy dog’s tails boy that I thought I was, but I am OK.”
“I have been woken up to understand the truth about myself. When you said I have always been a sissy boy I wanted to say ‘No I am not’, but I couldn’t make myself believe it. I have to accept that I am a sissy boy. How could I not?”
“Look at me. I am pretty am I not? I now think of my self differently than I did just a few minutes ago but there are lots of things that have not changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I knew I was never going to be a point guard.”
“What’s a point guard? Said Lauren.
“I don’t know but that’s what Carter is when he plays basketball.”
“And I always knew I was never going to be prom king,”
“But now you/I could get to be prom queen.” we both said together.
“See things aren’t that bad,” I said. “And I might get to wear that dress you got for your cousin’s wedding.”
At Miranda’s house.
Robert came in from his study to find Miranda sitting on the sofa watching Dr Phil, with April in her arms.
“Hey Honey,” he said sitting down beside her. She didn’t answer but he knew he had her full attention because she muted the TV. “You know that we have that security system that you never wanted, well it has turned up a little surprise.”
“Oh, what’s that dear?” she asked.
“Well it seems that when Mitchell was over here last night he brought a friend. A girl friend.”
“Oh yes. Anyone we know?”
“Well I was going to say Lauren but the hair is way too short.”
“Let me see,” said Miranda.
Robert picked up a couple of remotes and transferred the feed from his PC to the big flat screen. He had a camera (one of many) set up in the upstairs hallway above the door to April’s room so it could see everyone that came up the stairs and went into any of the bedrooms. He had it set with a motion detector so every time someone moved while they were out, the system recorded.
“See,” said Robert. “This is half an hour after we left. Mitch goes in to see April at 7:44. Then he goes into our bedroom at 7:47. Then at 8:27 a girl walks across to the bathroom, then a few minutes later she walks back. How is that? I didn’t see a girl anywhere else in the house.”
“I think there may be another reason,” said Miranda with an almost laughing grin on her face. “It’s Mitch.”
“Go on,” said Robert as he wound back the recording to get a still of the girl in the hall.
“It is you know. Same size, same hair color. Look at the shape of the face. It’s exactly the same.” said Miranda.
“Get out of town. I would never have believed it.”
“Of course you would, remember the discussion we had with Lauren and her Mom. Mitch just doesn’t have the macho gene in him. That’s why we let him baby-sit April.”
“Yes but I didn’t think he would find him dressing in women’s clothes.”
“You mean my clothes,” said Miranda.
“So what do we do? Are you going to fire him?”
“What for? He hasn’t hurt anyone.”
“But he’s been wearing your clothes. Don’t you think that’s a sign of some kind of perversion?”
“Remember that Halloween when you.”
He cut her off. “That was your idea.”
“Yes but I know you enjoyed it,” said Miranda with a huge smile on her face.
“Yes but he is wearing you clothes without your permission. Don’t you think he should be stopped?”
“Don’t be silly. It probably means he wants to be like me and enjoy wearing my cloths. I am flattered if that is the way he feels. It may be that he thinks he is really a girl born into the wrong body. I wouldn’t want to punish anybody for that. Anyway, I remember you told me you had a thing for cross dressers at one time.”
“I was hoping you would forget about that.”
“I never forget anything. Its part of how I control you. I save up everything in my memory till I need it, then when you think you can get away with something I bring out one of those fascinating little secrets to bring you back under control.”
“I’m sorry mistress. I will get back in my cage if you want me to,” said Robert jokingly.
“That’s OK Robert, you are still in my good books at the moment.”
“We are going to have fun with Mitch. He won’t understand what’s going on. He will be enjoying himself so much that he won’t know what hit him. We will turn him into the most delicious little sissy boy you have ever seen.”
“But isn’t he Lauren’s boyfriend.”
“Yes but Lauren and I are like sisters. She won’t mind sharing him with me. She told me she thought he was a sissy but he didn’t realize it yet. Between us we will show him the joys of dresses, corsets and high heels. It will be a team effort. And it’s not like we are going to hurt him. He is going to discover his real self and he will be eternally grateful.”
Later that afternoon Miranda receives a call from her boss asking her if she could attend a dinner for a new client that same night. One that Miranda would be managing when she returned to work after maternity leave. Miranda provisionally accepts knowing that she has found a good baby sitter in Mitch, and provided he was available, they would be able to attend.
She knew she had one or two old dresses in the closet that she could wear. Miranda phoned Mitch’s home but his mother explains he was planning to spend the day with Lauren.
The phone rang at Lauren’s house. Lauren answered it.
“Hi Miranda how are you, and how is Robert, and how is little April. It seems like forever since we saw you.”
There was a break while Lauren listened. “He is here with me.” She turned to ask me a question.
“You don’t have any plans for this evening do you?”
I shook my head. One of my clip-on earrings fell off. They were stinging anyway so I took the other off too.
“That’s settled then,” said Lauren. “We should be able to make it over there in an hour or so. I will have to call my parents but there won’t be a problem. Mitch will call his folks too. See you in an hour. Bye Miranda.”
She hung up and turned to me. “You will never guess. We are babysitting little April at Miranda’s house tonight. She wants us to go around as soon as we can, so we can eat together before she goes.”
“Wow,” I said. Then I decided to ask Lauren a question when I was not certain of the answer, but I knew the answer I wanted to hear. “Can we try on Miranda’s clothes together?” I asked.
“I don’t see how I can stop you now,” she said. “I have let you wear my clothes and I have told you how everyone knows you are a sissy boy. It would be silly of me to try and stop you now.”
“In fact, why don’t we just go around as you are now?” asked Lauren.
For a moment I considered it. It was a nice idea but!
“You know I can’t do that Lauren. You are the only person who knows my secret and I would like it to stay that way. I don’t know what I would do if anybody else found out. I would be mortified.”
As I said the word mortified I realized that it was not me who would me mortified but many of the people I know and love.
“Don’t worry little Sophie. Your secret is safe with me.”
I called my mother about me babysitting at Miranda’s house with Lauren but she knew all about it as Miranda had called earlier looking for me. She didn’t mind. Mom thought the world of Lauren and Miranda.
This was the second time in two days that I had spoken to my mother while dressed as a girl. I wondered when she would get to see me dressed as a girl. I know I couldn’t face that right now.
So with time running down, I turned my attention to becoming Mitch once more. I felt at that moment, that Mitch was a character I needed to become until I became my true self, that is to become Sophie once more.
I felt sad but elated that I had been out in the world as Sophie, a girl who did not exist until yesterday. The girl who did not have a name until today. The girl that lived inside me.
But I am still Mitch. I was very confused as there was a lot going on in my little head. Did I want to stay Sophie all of the time or was Sophie just a game to play with Lauren once in a while? That question could not be answered right now.
“So, my sweet little Sophie, I am afraid you are going to have to take those beautiful clothes off and put your boy clothes back on. Will that make you sad?”
“Yes it will,” I said, “but you are going to help me try some of Miranda’s clothes on later, so I don’t feel that bad. I think I will be OK for a couple of hours.”
I took Lauren’s clothes off and Lauren helped me take every bit of make-up off so no one could tell I had been wearing any. I put my boy’s clothes back on and realized how uncomfortable and boring they seemed after wearing girl’s clothes for the best part of the day, but I still felt really good about myself, because I knew something special.
Tonight I was going to be wearing some of Miranda’s clothes, and Lauren was going to help me.
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know. Chapter 8.
Lauren are Mitch go to Miranda’s house to babysit.
I felt kind of covered but undressed as we walked to Miranda’s house. I was wearing the same kind of cargo shorts and baggy tee shirt I had been wearing for years, but they seemed so unfulfilling. Lauren of course as a full time girl so she could wear beautiful clothes all the time and I was envious.
Her ginger blond curls rolled down over her shoulders and brushed against the pale sky blue of her dress. Her make-up was very light so I could see the freckles on her nose. She was a pretty young girl right now, but I knew she would be a fox later with the aid of Miranda’s closet, and I wanted to be a fox like her later too.
Tall trees shaded the entrance to Miranda’s driveway but the walkway to her front door was bathed in light and one could feel the afternoon heat rising from the dark stone of the pathway.
Miranda came to the door wearing a white lace edged tank top that left a strip of waist above a short off-white cotton tank top. Her top covered a white bikini under wire top that clearly defined the shape of her breasts. The space between top and skirt was taught, showing that this woman had worked hard to recover form the stresses of childbirth. I was left with no doubt about how great her figure was. It was all there in front of me.
Miranda hugged Lauren and they exchanges kisses and complements, then Miranda hugged me and told me how sweet I looked, her breast rested heavily against my chest and she kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to complement her but I could not find the words to describe the look she was portraying. “Nice outfit I said.”
“Thank you,” said Miranda. “Just lounging by the pool clothes. Come through. Either of you two interested in a swim?”
“You bet,” said Lauren bouncing off to the changing room. I followed Miranda out to the pool area where Robert was holding April in the water. We exchanged pleasantries. I noticed he was well conditioned too. He looked a lot slimmer now than he looked in his business suit. I could see the sinews of his muscles ripple as he moved. His body was hairless.
”Hope you two completed your homework this morning Mitch, and exactly how long have you two being doing your homework together anyway?” Miranda asked.
“Of course we did. Lauren had it mostly completed before I got there. I guess we have been sharing our homework just about as long as we have known each other. We were both quiet and shy when we met in the classroom, but she seemed to understand me from the start,” I said sitting myself on the edge of the seat beside hers.
“Did you always think she was pretty Mitch?”
“When I was young I thought that is what pretty was, to look like Lauren. She was the one girl always wearing a pretty a dress. I was always pleased to go to school because Lauren was there, her smile and her freckles were always a welcome sight and she was always pleased to see me.
As we got older we realized that we could communicate easily together where other kids our age just didn’t seem to understand what we were talking about. I remember thinking this is what it must be like to have a sister and wanted to have her come live with me. The happiest times of my life were always with Lauren.”
“That’s sweet,” said Miranda. “How long have you considered each other boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Well we have used that expression for many years because the kids in class have been saying it for years, but until recently I thought Lauren was just a young girl and I was a young boy, too young for dating and that kind of stuff.”
“So what happened recently?”
“Lauren took her glasses off and started wearing make up. When I saw her that way for the first time I realized that she had become a young woman, and I felt find of embarrassed that I had never noticed before. It was then that I realized that I wanted to kiss her, and then one day last week, Lauren kissed me.”
“And how hid you feel about that Mitch?”
“It was wonderful and I was very happy. Lauren is a very good kisser.”
I didn’t know that Lauren had walked up behind me. She placed her hands on my shoulders from behind and kissed me on the cheek. “Why thank you Mitch that is very sweet. One of these days I might let you kiss me again.”
“One of these days!” I said, “that does not sound exactly imminent.”
“I think you will find that lashings of complements mingled with heaps of praise tends to work wonders,” said Miranda.
“Oh I guess, it was when she kissed me that I discovered that I loved her madly and could never do without her," I added.
“Oh he is good,” said Miranda.
“He is very wonderful and he is my best friend in the world,” said Lauren. “Are you coming in for a swim Mitch?”
“You bet.”
Lauren was wearing a black bikini with straps that went from between her breasts around her neck. I was glad to see her striking young body again, even though it was only earlier that day that I had seen it before.
I went off to the pool room to find some shorts and get changed. Lauren’s dress and panties were hung over the chair just like Miranda’s were a couple of days ago. As I rested my hand on the dress and fingered her panties, I got a tingle down below and felt the urge to put them on, but thought better of it because of what I might happen later. I found some swimming red shorts and joined Lauren the pool.
Lauren and I played catch ball for a few minutes. The game was more like throw the ball at each other to splash each other as much as possible. It was during this game that Robert came over to join in and I bumped into him. It was like hitting a brick wall. There was no give in him at all. He was solid as a rock and obviously very powerful.
He picked me up out of the water placing his hands either side of my waist and lifting me. I felt totally powerless and that he could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn’t do anything about it, but strangely it didn’t feel uncomfortable. He put me back into the water.
“You are only a little guy aren’t you Mitch,” he said. “I guess you and Lauren are just about the same size. Still, boys generally get a spurt of growth from your age through 18 as your male hormones kick in the hardest.”
“My Mom and Dad have been telling me that will happen soon,” I said, “but nothing much has happened yet.”
“It will,” he said. “It may be a little late starting for you, but just wait till the testosterone takes hold, everything will change. Your shoulders will broaden, the hair on your chin will come out, your adams apple will get bigger and your jaw line will square itself up.”
‘Yuck’ I thought to myself. If that happens I won’t be able to wear Miranda’s or Lauren’s clothes. The three of us continued to play in the pool for a little while, but I was honestly disturbed by what Robert had said to me.
I had visions of a skinny boy with broad shoulders, a big chin and hair on his face wearing a dress. It was horrible. I may have only worn a dress a couple of times but I could not imagine ever giving it up. I had felt more alive in the last two days than I had ever been and I wanted that feeling again.
“OK you guys,” exclaimed Miranda standing above us by the pool side. “April will need feeding soon and I feel a little hungry myself. I am going inside now so please get ready to eat. Food will be ready in about 15 minutes. Lauren why don’t you get ready first then you can help me with April ?”
“I am not changing any diapers,” Lauren said as she go out of the pool, wrapped a towel around herself and followed Miranda into the house, leaving just me and Robert in the pool.
Robert pulled himself out of the pool and sat with his feet dangling in the water. He was not heavy but his muscles were very well defined. I doubt there was an ounce of fat on him. He had to work out really hard to get a figure like that.
Robert started talking first. “So what do you want to do when you finish school or college Mitch?”
“I haven’t given it any thought,” I said. “I have lots of time before I graduate high school so I don’t have to make decisions yet.”
“But don’t you have any idea what it might be.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Is there anyone you have met who sounds like they have an interesting job?”
“Well my Dad manages a garden center, but I am not interested in gardens. Mom works part time there too. I don’t really know what any of my friends parents do. Do I sound childish when I say things like that because I really don’t know much of anything outside my own family friends and school world?”
“Not at all,” said Robert. “At fifteen some people know what they want but many people don’t. I didn’t know what I wanted to do until I was half way through university.”
“That sounds strange,” I said. “So how did you decide what to take in university if you didn’t know what you wanted to be?”
“Knew I wanted to wear nice clothes and travel, so I took liberal arts, sort of a general degree thinking that while I worked my way through it I would decide on a path and change subjects.”
“So what did you end up doing?” I asked.
“I became a male model and still am. The degree was irrelevant actually, but I am glad I completed it. It has equipped me to develop into management positions when I get older. Modeling was where I met Miranda.”
“A model, wow! I never thought that I would ever meet a male model.”
“Miranda was a model too, before she moved up in the world.”
“Oh yeh she told me. It sounds like Miranda has a good job. Looking after the models, clothing them and making arrangements for them etc. I might like to try that.”
“Is that what she told you?”
“Why? Is that not what she does?”
“Not exactly. She is an account manager for the modeling agency. She finds work for the models to do then she makes sure everything goes well. She makes sure that she knows every part of the work that the company does.
At the moment she is taking a part time course on professional make up just because she want to be able to tell the make up artists how to do their work. She has some of the biggest clients in the company and is.” He stopped mid sentence.
“Lets just say that she is very popular with the management because she is able to make things happen. She ensures everything is under control and has a gift for getting her way.”
“So do you work for her?”
“Sometimes I do and sometimes I work for other managers too. You are very sharp for a young person who doesn’t know where you are going in life. Don’t you have any direction that you would like to go?”
“Honest, I just haven’t thought about it yet. I get busy watching TV, playing video games and hanging out with Lauren and my other friends. I suppose you could say I am just drifting along waiting for something to spark my interest. Modeling sounds interesting though. You must travel a lot and meet lots of beautiful people.”
“Yes there is that side of it. My frequent flier account is very healthy, but I don’t think you have the right build to be a model at the moment. When you get through your teen male growth spurt you may well be a good candidate.”
There goes that subject again. I really didn’t like the sound of it.
“But Lauren, she could be a model right now. She has a perfect young figure. At five feet five she is a little small but she is perfectly in proportion for a female teen model.”
“Really,” I said. “Have you told her that you think she could be a model?”
“No we haven’t and don’t you say anything. Her parents don’t want her to be a model just yet because they don’t want to spoil her childhood by making her grow up too soon, but I believe they may talk to her about it soon. They know she is a very smart young woman who will not let the situation go to her head.”
Incredible I thought to myself. It was only a couple of hours ago I had my hand inside her panties.
“I always thought she was the prettiest girl in the school, but I had no idea other people thought that way.”
“It is a family trait Mitch,” said Robert. “All of the Martini women are beautiful. Miranda and her mother, Lauren and her mother, they are all very beautiful and similar in their looks. You would be astounded if you saw them together. You should ask Miranda, she has photographs to prove it.”
Just then Miranda called from the patio window. “Come in you two. We have food ready.” So I headed for the changing room and found Robert had followed me in. I dried off and put my clothes back on while in the corner while facing the wall.
I could be wrong but I felt that that Robert was watching me as I changed. I am not funny about getting changed in front of people as I do it all the time at school, but I could feel his eyes on me. I just carried on and got changed as fast as I could. Robert had his pants on when I turned around so I just walked past him without looking at him.
Miranda, Lauren and April were seated around the kitchen table. Lauren and Miranda were passing salad bowls to each other and filling their plates with various different interesting looking foods.
“I hope you don’t mind eating healthy,” said Miranda. “I have prepared a vegetarian feast for us this evening. Try a little of everything, I am sure you will like it.”
“You are not a vegetarian family are you Miranda? You ate Pepperoni Pizza with me last week.”
“Oh no we are not vegetarians, but we understand the value of eating healthy. I still have a few pounds to lose so when I get back to work I don’t feel inadequate against all of those skinny models I will be dealing with.”
I thought that was a good opportunity to slip in a complement. “I can’t imagine you being inadequate against any woman,” I said trying to sound positive.
“That sweet of you,” said Miranda. “But you haven’t seen any of those young models up close. They are selected from far and wide to be the most beautiful and attractive around.”
“I can’t imagine them being prettier than Lauren and you Miranda.” I said, knowing that she enjoyed complements and I was finding that I enjoyed giving them.
“I will never tire of hearing those type of complements Mitch, but seriously, loosing a few pounds will make me feel a lot stronger when I have to deal with a bratty little 99 pound cutie who thinks she is gods gift to young men.
I also want the magazine owners and advertisers I deal with to see me as every bit as attractive as the models. It is part of the image I try to project. Everyone around me is beautiful, so my clients know that when I bring models for work on their behalf, those models will be most beautiful available. Which brings me to some other interesting news.”
While Miranda was talking Robert had joined us and we were all enjoying the food that Miranda had prepared. He was wearing a plain white T that only just fitted him with black jeans and a pair of sandals. He looked every bit a striking male model at that moment.
The food was similar to what my Mom prepared for some of our meals, but Miranda had added spices and herbs that I was not accustomed too, but I was really enjoying the food and being in their company.
Miranda continued. “I have persuaded my bosses that I have, in this house and gardens, the perfect location for some of the photo shoots that our clients demand, and it is close enough to the Laguna beaches to be a base for modeling shoots in this area, rather than using the downtown LA headquarters. And I will be able to arrange it so I can spend plenty of time with April instead of having her looked after by a full time nanny.
We have made an arrangement that will be good for everybody. But some big changes will have to be made, and this house will be changing and expanding.”
“So you will be having models here to do photo shoots?” Lauren asked.
“That’s right, but before that can happen we need to add an indoor studio that will go behind the garage. That piece of ground isn’t used at the moment and using it won’t change the main house around much. The studio will have its own entrance around the side of the house past the garages.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said. “When do you start building?”
“Within the next week.” Robert answered, which to me suggested that he was the man and consequently he looked after the building aspect of the project “We have had plans in the approval stages for months but did not want to tell anyone until the first client was confirmed. That is why we are going out this evening as a celebration with our new clients.”
Miranda continued. “And I am going to ask you, Lauren to help me with a little task I am hoping you will enjoy. Because this new client is associated with one of the one of the most influential ladies clothing houses, I will have to start acquiring lots of their clothes for me to wear while working on their work as a kind of internal advertising. This will mean that I must make space in my closet upstairs.”
Robert interrupted. “Thank you for the beautiful food Miranda, and please excuse me Mitch and Lauren but I have to do some work in my office.” Robert kissed Miranda and April then left the four of us to finish our meals. We continued talking about Miranda’s closet.
“Lauren I am expecting you to have a good sort through my closet and take anything you feel you could make use of. The whole far end of the closet is full of clothes that I have not seen for a couple of years and I know I will never fit into any of them again. You could take some for some of your girlfriends if you think any of them would appreciate it.”
Then I realized what she was saying. Help yourself to the clothes in my closet and give some to your friends. My mouth must have dropped. Suddenly I was trying to figure out what things I could take and where I could keep them.
“We can go up after we have eaten so you can take a good look. I have made a divider with some ribbon to show you the things I want to keep, then you can take whatever you want from the rest.”
I knew that Miranda was not talking to me, but I knew that Lauren might only want a few of Miranda’s things because her closet was full as it is and that there would be plenty of nice dresses left for me. I had to rearrange myself to allow for the growing erection.
Lauren was talking now. “What about your giant shoe collection Miranda. Do you want to get rid of any of your shoes?”
“Same there,” said Miranda. “I have already laid out about thirty pairs of shoes in the adjacent bedroom that need to go. I have also spoken with your mother and she understands that these clothes are not cast offs or worn out. Most of them have only been worn once or twice and some you will find with the tags still on. Most of the brand new ones you will find in the adjacent bedroom closet.”
I was in awe. I had seen Miranda’s closet only last night and it was huge. Now she was saying that she had even more clothes spread out in adjacent rooms.
“Now I must tell you,” Miranda continued, “that the dressers in my room are full of clothes and underwear that I use now, but all of the underwear etc, in the closet is available if you want it.”
“Thanks Miranda I will have a really good look later.” Said Lauren.
“But why don’t you come back another day to look at clothes Lauren. Surely Mitch you would be bored if you have to spend your time looking at girl’s clothes.”
“Don’t worry Miranda,” said Lauren. “Mitch loves to do anything as long as he is with me, and he will love to see me trying on your beautiful dresses and modeling them for him. He won’t be bored.”
She was right, I would not be bored, but that is because I would be trying Miranda’s clothes on too.
I could feel myself blushing as they both smiled at me. It felt like Lauren was wondering what I would look like in Miranda’s clothes and Miranda was wondering if I would like to wear her clothes too. This was getting a little uncomfortable so I tried to distract attention.
“Why are you looking at me?” I said.
“Sorry Mitch,” said Miranda. “I was deep in thought. I had better get these things cleaned up. I have a party to go to.”
Lauren said she would clean up the kitchen and volunteered my assistance while Miranda put April to bed and she got ready to go out. Miranda disappeared up the stairs with April so Lauren and I started working on the dishes.
“You’re not thinking of taking any are you?” said Lauren.
“What?” I said.
“The clothes silly!”
“Hadn’t thought about it,” I said, wondering if she would call my bluff.
She put her hand in the bowl of water on the counter and flicked it at me. “You are lying. Your mouth was so wide open when Miranda was talking I am surprised she didn’t notice. I bet you are planning where you are going to put them already and when you can wear them.”
“So,” I said. “A boy can dream can’t he?”
“Anyway,” said Lauren. “I didn’t say I was going to let you have any of them.”
“But Miranda said you could give some away to your friends didn’t she. I am your friend aren’t I?”
“You are so easy,” said Lauren. “Of course I will let you have some, but I will make a deal with you. Any dress I let you keep you have to model it for me outside by the pool so I can get the full dramatic effect. I will take a couple of pictures on my phone to keep as a memento.”
“Are you sure that is wise? Couldn’t someone find the pictures?”
”Nobody ever looks at my phone. Anyway all they would see is a pretty girl in a dress.”
Miranda called from the top of the stairs. “Lauren, could you help me a minute?”
We both headed up the stairs and into Miranda’s bedroom. She was wearing a beautiful black evening gown with a variable length hem starting a little above the knee at one side and a split to the side exposing a billowing layer of red taffeta. When you looked at her head on from distance, you could see the red taffeta in layers below the hem of her skirt.
She was wearing a magnificent sparkling necklace of red and black and showing ample amounts of cleavage. Her make up was heavenly but conservative, almost like she was not wearing any, but I knew she was because her eyes looked bigger and her coloring was amazing. “Lauren, could you help me with these straps a moment please,” she said taking no notice of me at all. “Open the middle draw of that dresser and on the right hand side you will find some clips to hold these straps in place.”
My eyes followed Lauren across to the dresser that was close behind me and into the drawer as she opened it. For a moment I couldn’t understand what I was seeing. They looked like mounds of flesh colored things arranged in pairs of different sizes. They were breast forms. My jaw dropped again.
“You look a little surprised to see those Mitch,” said Miranda looking at me while Lauren worked on Miranda’s bra strap.”
I didn’t have any words ready to pop out at that time, I had to create something, but my brain was filled with visions of tits and how they would look attached to my chest.
“Surely you don’t need those Miranda,” I said.
“Well I did at one time,” she said, “but I don’t need them now. I haven’t figured out what to do with them yet. I am just going to keep them here for now because they are very expensive, and I am sure that I will find a use for them.”
I wanted to ask if I could have them, but I thought that may not go down too well.
“Keep them for your young models! I am sure they will find a use for them,” I said. Then at least I knew I could get to use them when I baby-sat.
“Wonderful Lauren, thank you so much, now its time to get going.” Miranda crossed the room to pick up her purse from the dresser. She turned, posed and looked to us for approval. She was wearing long dangling earrings and her shoes, purse and bracelets all had the same sparkling red, black and diamond motif. She looked like a red carpet movie star.
“You look amazing,” said Lauren and I nodded my head in agreement. “No one there will hold a candle to you.”
“Remember the room will be full of young models,” said Miranda.
“But they won’t have your style.” I said.
“He is good,” said Miranda to Lauren. “You should keep hold of him. Now let’s have a look in the closet while you are here.”
Miranda walked down the full length of her closet, turned towards us and rested upon the shelf that her wigs were resting on. It was then that I realized that I probably should not have followed them in because it would show that I am overly interested in women’s clothes, but it was too late now. Miranda looked at me a little funny for a brief moment then returned to her instruction.
“Lauren I am keeping everything from the ribbons to the door and everything in my room. You can have anything from here back,” she said showing us the ribbon on the floor and tied to the closet rails.
“You can have anything in the next bedroom, including things that have never been worn, provided you take them from the right place. But please don’t take anything on my side of the ribbon as I have made plans for them.”
“What about all of this stuff?” asked Lauren pointing to the wigs and drawers full of underwear?
”It’s all up for grabs Lauren. If it’s missing tomorrow then I have more space for my new clothes next week. I will give you a couple of weeks to take what you want then the rest will go to the homeless people. There are boxes and shopping bags on the top shelves you can use to take them.”
I was brushing the beautiful dresses with the back of my hand when Miranda put her arm around me and spoke gently into my ear. “Get Lauren to model them all for you. I think many of them will fit her just fine.”
We could hear the sound of a car horn coming from the front door. “That sounds like our ride,” said Lauren and she headed for the doorway. We followed her across her room and into the hallway.
She turned to us before descending the curved staircase towards the front door. “We plan to leave the party at 10:30 or as soon as we can after that, meaning that we should be home at between 11:15 and midnight. Please ensure you use the cctv to check out visitors before you let them in, and nobody comes in who isn’t family. Got it you two?”
“Yes Miranda,” we said in unison.
“Our cell numbers are by the phone but if you have concerns with April or anything else please call one of your mothers. They will be expecting you.”
Robert was waiting at the foot of the stairs in a stunningly sharp dark grey evening suit, dark shirt and red tie to match Miranda’s jewelry. He looked very handsome and attentive as Miranda walked down the stairs towards him.
“Wonderful, absolutely stunning,” said Robert taking hand and raising it to his waiting lips where he kissed the inside of her palm.
“Mitch, I hope you are taking notes,” she said without taking her eyes off her husband.
“I am ready dear,” she said to Robert staring demurely into his eyes, and the pair gracefully floated out through the open doorway, closing the door behind them and into the waiting limo.”
We watched them go, through the stained glass windows above the doorway. I remember thinking what a wonderfully beautiful couple they make. It was a pleasure to know them.
Lauren took my forearm with her two hands and held it against her stomach while looking into my eyes.
“We are alone now,” said Lauren. “What would you like to do?”
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 9.
Lauren dresses Sophia in Miranda's clothes.
We were alone in Miranda’s house. I was alone in Miranda’s house only yesterday but that seemed like half a lifetime away. So much had happened since then. I tried to think of the best thing to do to start the evening off on the right foot, so I decided that I should kiss Lauren.
She was standing at the top of the stairs looking every inch the picture of young beauty that I had always known her to be, only now without her glasses, she looked like she really needed to be kissed.
She turned to me and began to flash her sparkling green eyes at me. She bent one knee in toward the other and placed her hands on her hips and looked at me like she was saying ‘wouldn’t you like to know what I’m thinking’.
I took her right hand and brought it up to my lips where I kissed on the palm. I pretended it was her lips so I closed my eyes and launched myself into it, even using my tongue. She shivered but she did not pull away. I tried to pull her closer to me but she turned around, grabbing my hand and dragged me skipping toward the bathroom.
“You will shower, condition, scrub and feminize every inch of your pretty body young lady, for it is not me who will model all of the clothes for you, but you who will model them for me.” And she pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door but then she opened it again.
“Do not lock it,” she said, “as I will bring you some undergarments to put on before you can come into the bedroom to dress.”
I just decided to do as I was told. There was no way I was going to argue with that instruction. I showered and washed and conditioned my hair with the products that Miranda had left their. They were made by Revlon and were so sweet and sensual and feminine smelling that no self respecting man would normally ever use them, but they where just what I needed.
I then scrubbed with skin defoliant leaving myself all tingly clean all over. I even scrubbed my nails before I got out of the shower. Lauren was waiting for me with a towel. She looked away while I stepped out to save my modesty.
“I have brought you some different panties to try on,” she said. “I consider them to be on the tight side but that is what I expect that you need, with you having extra parts that a girl wouldn’t normally have, but we have to ensure all of your parts are under control. I also have brought you a panty liner so you can keep yourself sanitary down there.”
I finished drying myself and tried on the first pair of panties, which were pink and see through. They were also very tight and would cut the circulation off to my legs if I wore them for long. The second pair were white and made from a light spandex type material that was much better for me.
I could imagine these protecting me all night without problems. They were not a sexy as the first pair but a compromise was in order to ensure security. They were low at the front but high at the back so my stomach was partially exposed. They were definitely better than using full control panties. I added the panty liner and put them back on ensuring that all my naughty bits would remain in place and unspoiled.
Lauren returned to the bathroom and the sight I saw when I turned around totally shocked me. Lauren was wearing a full length white corset making her already slim waist tiny and her tits looked like they had grown two sizes and were overflowing the top of her bra.
She looked gorgeous, but what was equally astounding to me was that she was holding her hands out towards me and in her hands was a large pair of tits.
“These are for you,” she said through her beaming smile. She could not be enjoying this any better.
“Wow,” I said out loud. “Aren’t they too big for me?”
“Not at all,” she said. “These are a ‘C’ cup. Totally in line with a woman your size. I am wearing enhancers that turn me into a small ‘C’ cup too. They might feel a little heavy when you put them on, but you will find you get used to them very quickly.”
“They will change your outlook on life I can assure you and you will love it. I can’t believe that Miranda has such an amazing range of breast enhancers and breast forms. I have no idea what she needs them all for. It must be something to do with her modeling work.”
I had been able to control my urges to that point but at that moment I felt an added weight inside my panties as blood rushed to my penis, but the elasticity within the panties held firm and I felt confident there would be no accidents.
Lauren placed the tits into my hands. I guess I should be calling the breast forms but tits sounds so much more exciting because I am still a 15 year old boy. They did have a considerable weight to them. I mean they would not break my foot if I dropped them. I thought about when my Mom asked me to get a pound of butter from the fridge, they were a little heavier than that. I couldn’t wait to feel them against my skin, but when I held them to me they were a little cool. Lauren noticed my disappointment.
“They will warm to your body remember. Just like this morning. Now I am going to apply some temporary glue on the back where they will contact your skin. It will wash off later but this is going to show you how if feels.”
She applied the glue sparingly to one of them then carefully placed the breast to my chest, being careful to line up the nipples. She held it in place for a couple of seconds then let go.
I could instantly feel the weight pulling down on my skin. I twisted myself suddenly to one side just a little to see if it wobbled like a real breast. It did.
“OK now the other,” said Lauren. Again she placed, then held and let go of my breast. Two matching beauties stood out in front of me. They were beautiful. I moved over to see myself in the mirror and apart from the subtle change in color, they looked real. What I saw in the mirror looked positively female and I had hardly started getting ready. I was beside myself with joy. I knew tonight was going to be something very special.
Next we applied a primer then to my face and chest. Lauren also got me to continue down over my new additions so it would partially, but not completely disguise the join.
“This is Miranda’s make up,” said Lauren. “I think this is a professional brand that has better coverage than mine or Moms. I think you will be very pleased with the results.”
Looking down on my breast I could see the join because I knew where it was, but looking in the mirror across the hall there was no step, just my skin extending out to my nipples a couple of inches from where they used to be and the nipples were larger.
After ensuring complete and even coverage with the primer, a layer of foundation was added. Lauren had me wash my hands then she led me into Miranda’s bedroom the straight into the closet.
“We are going to find you a corset like mine,” she said. “There are so many here we are bound to find one that fits you perfectly. We are looking for a 34C so see what we can find.”
I looked and found two that were 34C corsets that I really wanted to feel one against my skin. One was white and made of a stretchy material with a little boning at the front. The other was black and seemed to have lots of boning. I placed a black one against me. It was covered in what I presume to be silk all over with tiny lace trim around the edges. It felt wonderful and form fitting against my front, covering the lower part of my breast and reaching to a couple of inches below my navel.”
That looks like a good fit,” said Lauren. “Turn around and I will fasten it for you.”
I was assuming that fasteners at the back would just clip in place and I would be done, but I was very wrong. Lauren fastened the top couple of fasteners easily, but then she fastened the laces and pulled to bring my figure in at the waist before she could fasten the lower fasteners.
It took quite some time for her to push and pull me so that the laces could tighten and the fasteners could be closed all the way down. I was quite breathless when she had finished but I felt and immediate difference in my posture, and when I looked down at my breast they stood out like beacons. I ran my hands down the soft silk of the corset and felt the phenomenal difference in my shape. I went in at the waist and smoothly out again to the hips, obviously helped be the boning in the corset and the tightness of the material.
“Can I look,” I said.
“Let’s just try this first,” she said. She took one of the long haired wavy blond wigs from its stand and showed me how to put it on by bending down till my head was as low as possible, which was not easy now that I could not bend much at the waist.
Placing my head in the wig so that none of the hair gets inside before standing up and ensuring that everything was in place. I stood up and the soft and delicious hair fell about my shoulders and back giving me the most heavenly sensation. Lauren then helped me put on a pair of high heeled black pumps of about 4” high before leading me out to look in the mirror so I could take a look.
‘“Oh my god,’ I said to my self as I stepped in front of the mirror. 110% percent woman is all I could see as me knees buckled and I had to hold onto Lauren for support. The big hair stood on top of everything almost obscuring my face but those tits held in that black bra of the corset stood out like headlights at night.
The black corset gave that heavenly shaped woman in front of me the most beautiful transition from chest to narrow waist and back out to those sensational hips. OK the white panties did not quite go but the shape from stomach down into the pelvic area was very sexy, and those long skinny but shapely legs looked phenomenal in those heels. There wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t believe that he was looking at a high priestess of female strippers half way through her routine.
My penis felt like it was bursting to get out of its prison and it felt like every fiber of my panty liner was massaging me and sending little jolts of electricity throughout my pelvic area. A wetness developed between my legs, but I did not let go. The sensations I felt were incredible but I refused to let them take me over the top. I fought to gain control of my emotions.
“We are not done yet,” said Lauren. “Pull yourself together girl we have a long way to go before you leave this room and give me a fashion show by the pool.”
I kept holding on to Lauren as she led me to the chair in front of Miranda’s dressing table and I sat down. I had trouble composing myself so I placed my hands on my knees and looked down towards my feet. Soft blond hair fell around my face as I could see cleavage and tits surrounded by layers of lace and silk. Looking past my knees I could see the straps of my shoes as they wrapped around my feet and ankles.
Lauren hugged my head to her waist. I was breathing heavily and the stress of seeing myself as such an unequivocally sexy creature was subsiding and the shock waves were less intense, but the difference between what I was 3 days ago and what I had seen just now were astonishing.
Until recently I thought I was just an ordinary boy. I didn’t know it could be like this.
It took a while, and Lauren was very patient with me till I finally snapped out of my trance. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and lifted my head.
“Are you alright,” said Lauren. “I thought I was going to lose you for a minute. What was going on inside your head for the last few moments.”
“It was a shock,” I said. “Seeing that woman in the black corset was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe it was me, but I knew that it was. I just couldn’t reconcile the truth about me being a boy with the reality of something so feminine front of me and the woman I could feel when I looked downwards or touched myself.”
“Are your pants wet,” said Lauren, not knowing weather I would be upset by her question or not.
“No I am only a little damp, but thanks for asking. The event was partially sexual but mostly sensual in the way it affected me. It was a reality shock, seeing myself looking oh so sexy just didn’t fit with the way I saw myself, but I think I am over it now. I used to be an ordinary boy but I morphed into a butterfly.”
“So why are you so shocked tonight when this morning you were not.”
“I was shocked this morning believe me, but I think it is magnitude of the change. This morning we both looked something like how you normally look, a pretty young teenager, but what you just showed me. That the woman in the mirror looks so much older and mature, like she could teach me a thing or two. That image belongs to a woman in her twenties.”
“Well we are now going to try to complete that look my darling Sophia and then we are going to get you into some of those fabulous dresses.”
I just couldn’t wait. Lauren stated working on my hair to settle it down a little. She quickly had it under control with a few sweeps of the hairbrush. She told me It was a beautiful classic blond style parted in the middle with big waves down turning in and under just below my shoulders. In that wig I didn’t need makeup to look sexy. But before she did my makeup, she tied my hair back a little so it wouldn’t get in the way.
“I am going to go a little bit overboard with your eye makeup because models always wear lots of makeup, and that is what you are going to be tonight, a fashion model, only with bigger breasts. Regular young fashion models are all flat chested, but we know real men don’t go for flat chested women don’t we Sophie?” Lauren said as she worked on my face.
She lined in my eyebrows and added lots of mascara then began adding lots of black eye shadow over and outside of my eyes working with a little sponge to smooth out the darkness and allow it to fade into the other shades. Then she added a pale gray color above my eyes but below the eyebrows and blended the colors together so they transitioned evenly. It was very striking. Lauren had arranged our seats so I could see more of what she was doing and she was also describing every step as she went along so I could learn how to do it myself.
A little blush on the cheeks, smoothed out with a brush ensuring that both sides were equal. Then it was my job to do my lips. Lauren gave me a lip liner and lipstick in a very pale pink, unlike what I would have chosen, but it was very effective with my now pale golden blonde hair. After the lipstick I put lip-gloss over everything making my lips shine like glass. It was unbelievably sexy knowing that it was me looking like that, exactly like a model from a girl’s magazine.
“I wish you had pierced ears Sophie,” said Lauren. “You would look so good with a set of long dangling earrings right now. You will just have to use these little pearl clip-ons till we get you some of your own. You know that Miranda has everything that you need to make you into the most fabulous looking girl, but I have no idea why she has all of this stuff that she just doesn’t need. Why would Miranda have a tray of clip on earrings here on top of her dressing table when everyone I know that would come in here has pierced ears? Even Robert has pierced ears.”
“I didn’t notice that Robert’s ears were pierced,” I said, “but he is a model. I bet all male models get their ears pierced.”
“That’s OK I guess, but why does Miranda have clip on earrings on her dressing table? I am going to ask her later because I just can’t figure that one out.”
“I don’t care,” I said, “I am just glad she does, because no self respecting girl ever goes to a fashion show without her earrings. It just wouldn’t be right.”
“Now for a little nail polish. You won’t look right without it, but just remember to take it off later.
“Everything has to come off one time or another darling,” I said trying one of my girly pouts on Lauren.
“You are such a sissy!” Lauren said to me. “And you are such a natural looking girl, I don’t know how you got this far without realizing it.”
“I may be a late starter,” I said, “but I feel like I am making up for it today. First in your clothes and now in Miranda’s. I must have died and gone to sissy heaven.”
“Sophie darling. Next time you find a dictionary look up the word epicurean for me. I really think it suits you. Now let’s get your hair fixed and get you into one of those wonderful dresses.”
I stood up and looked at myself in the dresser mirror. The effect was striking. A partially dressed model was standing in front of me. Long legs, killer slim body inside a black corset with a tiny waist, big bazooka breasts, fantastic face and knockout blonde hair. It felt fabulous.
A wave of pleasure drifted through my lower body and back out again making me shiver all over. I wanted to put my hand between my legs and grab myself, but I didn’t want to spoil the view. The girl in the mirror wouldn’t have grabbed herself so neither should I.
Lauren grabbed my hand and led me into Miranda’s closet. “Can I wear some stockings,” I said to Lauren.
“Of course you can Sophie, I forgot that you liked them. I like to go without stockings as much as I can, but of course you can wear them.”
We looked in the stocking draws at the far end of the closet and Lauren pulled out a pair of dark tan stockings with a pattern around the top.
“Stay-ups,” she said. “You can wear these without a suspender belt. I am sure you will love them.”
I sat down on the stool, removed my black pumps and started to put the stockings on. They were fabulously silky and waves of pleasure ran up my legs as I pulled them ever so carefully into position one by one, a little at a time being careful not to damage the delicate silky material.
They were the perfect size to reach just an inch or two below crotch level. I could feel the clingy silicone material holding fast to my legs so the stockings would not fall down. I ran my hands up and down the inside and outside of my legs just to give myself an extra set of pleasure shivers.
“OK let’s find some dresses to wear,” said Lauren. I am going to try this silver one and you should try this bright red one.”
She held this little piece of cloth against me. There was hardly anything of it except for the chest area where it was shaped and stiffened. It was a wonderful vibrant color. Lauren took it from the hanger, pulled the back zipper down and readied it for me to put on.
I stepped into the dress and it stretched enough to go over my hips. I turned around so Lauren could zip me up. Up went the zip and the dress locked me into position. It was a perfect fit. The dress went just above the corset line and fit neatly under the breasts, fitting snugly around the lower chest and waist level and loosening just a little at the hips and stopped mid thigh.
The cut of the dress arched over each breast and dipped in the middle showing a little cleavage that had been created by the corset. There were no shoulder straps leaving my shoulders and arms totally exposed. The stiffened form of the dress and the way it fitted so neatly held everything in place.
Lauren then tried her dress. It was all silver sequins low cut at the front with narrow shoulder straps. Her beautifully enhanced cleavage was available for viewing as the dress gracefully dipped in the right place. She turned around and I zipped her up. The dress was acutely form fitting but just that little bit loose to allow it to move swing and sway as Lauren walked, the hem finished a couple of inches above her exquisite knees.
We easily found shoes to match our outfits and Lauren put her own silver shoes on that were all straps around the foot and ankle, but I needed Lauren’s help to put my shoes on because my corset would not allow me to bend very far. Lauren chose for me a bright red pair of pumps with a single ankle strap that she had to fasten.
“Out of the closet Sophie, let’s take a look at you,” said Lauren as she walked out of the closet in front of me.
She was a vision of beauty all on her own, but she looked so much more mature than she had earlier in the day. She was posing for me as she waited for my presence in the bedroom.
I walked out of the closet carefully with my head held high. Models do not walk with their heads down and that is what I felt like right now. I stood beside Lauren and marveled at the sight. The two creatures before me were all woman if ever I saw it, but there was something missing.
“Jewelry,” I said to Lauren.
“Jewelry. Sophie, how perceptive of you. We just don’t sparkle enough yet do we?” said Lauren reaching for the middle draw of Miranda’s dressing table.
There before us was a fantastic arrangement of bangles of all shapes sizes and colors. “I think this is all costume jewelry or less expensive jewelry at least. Miranda told me that she has always been concerned with security so I always imagined her having a safe to keep the expensive stuff in.”
“Pick what you need but as with everything we need to remember where this all was so we can put it back. We have an excuse to move the clothes and shoes around but everything else should go back where we found it.”
I chose a long gold bracelet for my left wrist, a group of about ten gold colored bangles for my right wrist and a multiple string of pearls for around my neck. I also found a couple of big sparkling diamond like rings that fit my smallest fingers. I have never worn jewelry before and it really did make me feel special and tingly all over.
Every part of me was overloading with sensation at this moment. I was looking at myself in Miranda’s dressing table mirror and marveling at the site of this fantastic woman in red before me. She was like something you expect to see on a TV game show introducing the prizes. I considered everything that had happened to me today and felt grateful.
“Lauren,” I said. She finished adding her own beautiful silver and green jewelry looked at me, placing her both arms on one of mine.
“What is it darling Sophia.”
“I honestly never believed I could ever feel this good and look so wonderful. I owe it all to you. Thank you for everything Lauren,” I said.
I moved towards her to try to kiss her on the mouth, but before I could reach her mouth our breasts touched and held us apart. I couldn’t believe it could feel this sexy. Two sets of 36C tits being held out front by our corsets at exactly the same height opposing each other took up quite a bit of room.
I had to adjust my position and I try again. This time I got my lips to Lauren’s but the sensation of our breasts compressing between us as we held each other tight was unbelievable. I felt another wave of pleasure sweep through my loins and into my penis and my panties became instantly wetter than before.
I shivered and shook and pushed my stomach into Lauren’s for support where held on to feel the moment pass with both of my hands holding Lauren’s hips so she could not move. It took a few more seconds and a couple more shudders before the moment passed.
“Did you just let go in your panties?” said Lauren.
How could I lie? It must have been obvious. I nodded my head, closed my eyes for a moment and laid my head against her breast. I felt a little ashamed for creaming my panties again. Twice in one day and both times I was holding onto Lauren for dear life.
What I found most amazing was that she didn’t mind and she was even encouraging me. Before I arrived at her door this morning I was her young boyfriend who had never really kissed anyone before. Now I was this sexy he/she who was dressing up like a girl and creaming her pants every time she tried on a new dress and I couldn’t feel happier.
It was at that moment that my thoughts changed to what Robert had said. Was I soon going to change into a man? Was my Adams apple going to pop up, my chin and my shoulders all going to grow so that I could not wear pretty clothes again? Would I start growing hair all over my face and body? If that happened I would never again be able to look like this or feel like this. I started to cry.
“Goodness gracious sweet little Sophie. What has come over you? I thought this would make you so happy. What on earth could bring you to tears at a time like this?”
“It was what Robert said in the pool,” I said. “He reminded me that I was a boy and soon I would grow into a man with a big chin, an Adam’s apple, hair on my chin and other stuff. I don’t want to be like the other boys. I want to be like this.”
More tears started falling and I felt like there was no way out. I was stuck as a boy and no amount of wishing was going to help me. There would come a time soon when I would change and there was nothing anybody could do about it. I felt miserable and inconsolable. “Just when I find something that makes me as happy as I could ever wish to be, I am told that I can’t stay like this.”
“Please don’t be like this Sophie. We were having so much fun. I doubt that you will get as big and hairy as most other boys.”
“I will Lauren,” I continued. “My dad told me that he was small when he was my age but he said he grew like a weed when he got to sixteen. Look at him now. He has big shoulders and a dark shadow on his chin. He could never wear a dress like I want to.”
“But who is to say Sophie. You may turn out more like your Mom. She is very petite.”
“Oh I might turn out like Mom sure, but I will more likely turn out like my Dad. I could never look like that and wear dresses. I will be miserable for the rest of my life.”
“OK Sophie. Its about now I feel like calling you a silly sissyboy, but I guess I already used that line. Just stop driveling. Sit and listen to me for a minute because you might hear something that gives you some hope.”
Lauren said using her ‘I’m in control so you better listen’ voice.
“There is another thing that most boys miss out on. You probably never heard the lecture that most women get about hormones and birth control pills.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” I said believing that nobody could help me.
“OK let me explain it this way. You know that boys turn into boys when they get to puberty because their bodies start producing massive amounts of testosterone, right?”
“Yes,” I said.
“And you know that female birth control pills work because they regulate and increase the amount of estrogen in a woman’s body.”
“So,” I said. “I have no idea where you are going with this.”
‘Well my mom said that if a man were to take birth control pills it would block his testosterone and he would become more feminine.”
I think I was beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel. “How much more feminine?” I asked.
“I am not sure, but she did say that most men grow breasts.”
There it was. I had some hope to hang on to. Maybe I could grow breasts and people would think I was a girl.
“What else. What other things happen?”
“I’m not sure,” said Lauren. “But I think we could find something on the net.”
I grabbed Lauren’s hand and we took off for Robert’s study. He said I could use his computer last time I was there. There was a clattering and clicking of high heels against the hardwood floors of the hallway for just a moment until we realized that April was asleep in her room. We quietly checked on her and seeing that she was still fast asleep backed out of the room then walked sensibly down the stairway, through the great room and into Robert’s study.
This room was decidedly masculine compared the other rooms in the house. Mostly black leather, dark wood and silver decorations separated by numerous mirrors that only served to magnify the dark complexion of the room.
Dressed as we were Lauren and I felt like unwelcome intruders in this mans world. I could see two sexily dressed women crossing the room through the mirrors on the walls, but I was not interested in that right now. I touched the keyboard and the fifty-inch screen in front of me came to life.
“Google effect of female hormones on boys,” said Lauren so I entered the text and pressed enter.
The very first sites we found started to explain the benefits of female hormones on a transsexual girl, a title that from that moment on I suddenly believed I deserved. I was not a sissy, I was a transsexual girl. It was obvious. I read and read for about twenty minutes till I understood what I was and understood the urgency of my situation.
I needed to get on hormones fast because any chance I had at being or to be more correct staying a beautiful girl were being eroded by the horrid and vicious male hormones that were attacking my system right now. While I was reading all this Lauren was sitting next to me and reading along with me. We got to the bottom of the second page and I closed the page.
“So what do you think?” said Lauren.
“Do you take your birth control pills?” I asked.
“No. As a matter of fact I have 3 months supply in my dresser untouched.”
“So does that mean that you are going to help me?”
“Help you what?” said Lauren.
“Help me become a girl.”
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 10.
The real girl comes out.
“You want what?” said Lauren with a slightly desperate tone to her voice.
“I want to become a real girl,” I said again. “Isn’t it obvious? You called me a sissy boy but that’s not what I am. I am just a girl born with the wrong parts.”
“But hold on a little Mitch, how long have you known this. You never said anything before.”
“Lauren please don’t call me Mitch, I am Sophia or Sophie. I never said anything before because I didn’t know. I thought I was an ordinary boy, but when did you ever meet a boy who looked like this.”
I stood up and looked in one of the many tall mirrors around the room. What I saw looking back at me was a girl. 100% girl and I wanted it to stay that way. It also gave me that butterfly tingle down below that gave me an involuntary hip shiver.
“You are over reacting. You have only worn girl’s clothes 3 times. How can you suddenly believe you want to be a girl full time? Don’t you need some time to work it out?”
“You didn’t use my name that time.”
“OK Sophie. But how can you want to turn your life upside down after just a few hours in girl’s clothes?”
“Because I just realized why I was so different. Right from the first time we met I knew I wanted to be with you, but I only just figured out why.
Because I wanted to be you. You are everything beautiful and I am only really happy when I am with you because I have always hoped some of what you are would rub off on me and I could be a little bit like you, only now I don’t just want to be a little bit like you. I want to be completely like you. And I don’t want to be like you some of the time I want to be like you all of the time.”
“So is that it? No more Mitch?”
That question hit me hard. I tried to think what would happen if I stayed in these clothes till Miranda came home and then I went home like this to show my parents.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think this through. I know now what I want, but I don’t know how to make it happen.”
“Well you can’t just start being a girl just like that. We will figure something out.”
“Lauren?” I said realizing that she was turning from questioning to supporting. “Does that mean that you are going to help me become a girl?”
“But Mitch.”
“Sophie,” I said.
“Sophie.” said Lauren as her eyes welled up, her chin began to quiver and tears rolled down her cheeks. She reached out with both arms and hugged. Our tits got in the way but we found a way around it. Lauren sobbed for a while and I didn’t interrupt her.
We were both trying to figure out where we go from here. It felt good just to hold on to each other for a while.
“Sophie,” Lauren looked at me while dabbing away tears from her cheeks. “Why do I get the feeling that I am losing my best friend?”
That question meant that I had hurt Lauren and that was the one thing that I had never planned on and I wanted to avoid most.
“But your best friend is right here Lauren,” I said. “I am just wearing different clothes.”
“But the Mitch I know is shy and bending and he lets me push him around. This Sophie character is a little pushy and controlling and seems to have a path determined for herself without asking anyone. All Mitch ever wanted was to be with me!”
Me pushy and controlling! I had never tried to be pushy or controlling.
“But Lauren, my mind is all kind of loopy with conflicting thoughts right now, but I do know that until this moment, I never knew what I wanted to be or how to get there?”
“It’s like I used to be in this dark little room, just stumbling around and bumping into things, but now a window has opened and now I can see what I have been bumping into all of these years. Now I can see my own way and pick out my own path.”
“But I thought I was your guiding light,” said Lauren. “Now you are telling me that you are going to be like me and from now on you can see your own way. Where does that put me? I feel kind of redundant. What do I do now? I have lost control of you.”
“OK I can understand you saying that, but you are still my best friend, and I hope that we can be best friends who share dresses.”
“This is a big change you know Sophie. There are so many consequences that we can’t plan for. I can tell you right now that at some time I will be jealous of you because you are too dam pretty.”
“I certainly don’t want to be in competition with you. I want you there with me. I need you help to get through this.”
“Well just don’t expect me to be there when you kiss a boy for the first time.”
“But what about this morning?”
“Not like this morning I mean a real kiss. I mean when a boy puts his tongue down your throat and you turn to mush in his hands. That’s when I will be jealous. I wanted to turn to mush in my hands.”
When Lauren said that I realized that for the first time I really did want to go to mush in a boys arms, although I didn’t know who yet, maybe Warren, but I still wanted to kiss Lauren.
“But we can still make out like we did this morning can’t we?” I asked hopefully.
“I don’t know. This morning I was making out with Mitch wearing a dress. You are now asking me to make out with Sophie who you say is a girl. It’s not the same. I never wanted to make out with a girl.”
Ouch! This being a girl thing wasn’t all positive.
“But Lauren I still love you.”
“And I love you too Sophie, but it can’t be the same as it was with Mitch. If you don’t want to be my boyfriend any more, then I guess I will have to be content with you as my girlfriend, but don’t expect things to be the same. You are taking something away from me that I have loved since we started school together.”
“But I’m still here. I’m not going to leave you. I need you Lauren. I really need you.”
“Are you 100% sure that you want to go through with this.” Said Lauren like she wanted to help me make the decision and wanted me to be confident, but I wasn’t.
“I am conflicted.” I said trying to be honest with my feelings and with Lauren. “It’s like I am totally committed to being a girl, but there are all of these things that I know I will loose and I am not ready to loose them yet. I want to be your girlfriend and kiss you and hold you, but I still want to be a girl. I also don’t want to let go of Mitch. I had some great times being Mitch.”
‘What’s past will still be held forever in your memories regardless of weather you wear a dress or not,” said Lauren giving me comforting smile and holding my cheek.
I didn’t have to make my final decision right then but I did have to go forwards. I could not afford to stand still as I believe that to stand still in the face of the testosterone that was messing with my system.
“I think right now I must say that yes I want to become a girl. If I don’t do it now them I my loose my chance and regret it forever. Will you help me?
“Yes I am going to help you become a girl. You are my best friend and how could I let you down when you need my help so much,” said Lauren, “but it’s not going to be easy and it is not going to be painless. We will have to make a plan together. My plan for you was for us to grow up, get married and have kids, but I don’t see that happening now.”
“I’m sorry Lauren. I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“Look I want you to understand something. This is a very big thing you are asking me. I feel like a jilted girlfriend being asked to help you find your next girlfriend. I want to help you but I feel like I may be shooting myself in the foot by doing so, but I can’t refuse you. I love you too much.”
“I know you love me,” I said trying to comfort her now in return,” but I think we have talked about this enough for the moment. How about we change the subject for a while.”
“Maybe we should sort you out some clothes?” said Lauren. “If you are going to become a girl you will need clothes, so Miranda wanting to get rid of some of hers is a real god send to a girl like you.”
“I know,” I said. “And what about your pills. You have 3 months supply sitting there just waiting for me.”
“They are not waiting for you they are waiting for me. Don’t you think you should see a doctor and do this properly?”
“Yes I do, but until I do I need to be sure that the testosterone already in my body doesn’t do any more harm.”
“What do you mean ‘more harm.’ You look perfect right now. You couldn’t be any more woman than you look right now.”
“Real women don’t have to clean sperm out of their panties after each time they put a dress on. That’s the testosterone working. You read the same article I did. Testosterone is poisoning me right now. It just doesn’t belong in a girl’s body and I have to get rid of it. The only method I have of fighting that right now is your pills.
”OK,” said Lauren. “You can have my pills and I will tell my doctor that I have used them up and ask for more. But you have to find some way of getting to a doctor and discussing this and maybe getting your own pills specially made for your condition.”
“But to do that I will have to tell my parents that I want to be a girl.”
“Well you will have to do it sometime. That’s not something you can hide from them. Don’t you think they will notice?”
I thought about that for a moment. “I’m sure I could take your pills for a few weeks before anyone notices.” I said. “That will give me time to tell my parents and talk to a doctor, but I don’t want to give the testosterone any more time to poison my system. I want to start on the pills right away.”
“OK well you had best come to my house and get them tomorrow.”
“So what should we do after that?”
“I don’t know what I can do. It’s pretty much you from here on in. All I can do is support you, but I think you must tell your parents.” said Lauren.
“OK but what do we do this minute?”
“Well let’s try on some dresses. We still have dozens to look at, and it’s so much more important now that you have decided to become a full time girl,” said Lauren. “I don’t know if we should bother with the fashion show by the pool though. That was just a silly thing to do for fun.”
“But who said we can’t have fun.” I said. “I don’t want to become a girl so I can get serious and be miserable. I have been drifting through life as a bored and miserable boy for long enough.”
“But you don’t have fun when you are with me.”
“Yes exactly. The only time was really happy was when I was with you, because some of your girl happiness rubbed off on me. Now I want to be a girl myself and have fun all the time.”
“And try on dresses?” said Lauren.
“I think trying on dresses must be about the most fun thing ever. Let’s go upstairs and check out the other bedroom, but before that let’s go out and strut our stuff around the pool.”
We got up, I took Lauren’s hand and we went over to the patio window where we switched all of the outside lights on, in and around the pool, then we switched off the lights inside the great room so we could use the patio window as a mirror. We opened the patio window and walked outside.
The air outside was a little cooler now that the sun had gone down. The breeze on all my exposed parts felt heavenly. I felt goose bumps form up the back of my arms and my chest, and the breeze around the tops of my legs was stimulating to say the least.
We strode around the pool looking at the pretty lights in the water. The house looked very striking from the far side of the pool lit up by all of the lights in the grounds and the pool area. We could hear nothing apart from the comforting sound of the water running and bubbling down the multiple pools of the waterfall.
I could imagine a hundred people in fine clothes with food and drinks in their hands and white jacketed waiters buzzing around with food on trays and glasses of champagne. It looked like a scene from a playboy mansion except that there were no playboy bunnies in sight, apart from me and Lauren that is. I hoped I could be part of that scene someday, modeling my own fabulous dresses.
As we returned to the house we walked towards the patio doors and we were framed by the brightly lit pool and surrounding features. Two beautiful women in fantastic dresses and all of the trimmings and one of those beautiful women was me.
I felt like this was where I belonged. I wanted to be part of the modeling that was going to happen here. I wanted to stride up the catwalk with the other models wearing outrageous creations from outlandish designers.
Lauren turned to me and took both my hand in hers. “Are you happy?” she asked.
“Of course I am happy, It is difficult to explain how happy I am. I am happy right now because I am dressed like I know I should be dressed and I feel beautiful, and I have an idea of how I can stay this way.”
“I know I can’t stay this way tomorrow or the next day, but some time in the near future I will be able to change into a girl and stay that way.”
“That may not be for quite some time yet Sophie. You will have to be patient!”
“I don’t want to be patient, but I guess I must try to control the great desire I now have inside me to tell everyone that I am a woman and my name is Sophia. But I am sure I can control myself if I try really hard. But I don’t have to control myself tonight, do I?”
I moved a little closer to Lauren, put my arm around her waist to pull her towards me and rested my pelvic bone against her thigh. I move in to kiss her but she held me back with her hand against my mouth.
“I am not ready for that right now.” she said. “Let’s go upstairs and try on some more dresses.”
We made our way into the house and up to the bedroom next to Miranda’s. This bedroom was smaller than Miranda’s, done in neutral beiges and creams but still quite large and bigger than any bedroom in my parent’s house.
There was a large bed made up nicely with numerous decorative pillows and some bed side tables, but otherwise the room was empty, but we soon discovered the walk in closet with its mirrored doors so we checked out the treasures inside.
When we opened the door and switched on the light we found a huge closet that was mostly empty but with thirty to forty dresses lined up along one wall. Most of the dresses were in plastic and many with the store tags still on them and an equal number of pairs of shoes on the floor. The back wall was shelved and half filled with handbags, clutch bags and purses to match the shoes and dresses. We started surveying the bounty that lay before us.
“How are we going to do this?” said Lauren.
“What do you mean?”
“Well you want some things for yourself and so do I.”
“OK,” I said trying to work out a plan. “How about if I pick a dress and matching shoes, put them on and provided they fit I will put them on the bed, then you pick a dress and shoes, and if you like it you can put it at the far end of the closet where the rail is empty.”
“OK,” said Lauren. “Go pick your first dress.”
The very first dress I looked at I just couldn’t go past. It was your typical essential plain black short evening dress with spaghetti straps. I had to put it on together with the plain black patent leather pumps that lay close by.
Lauren undid the red dress I was wearing and I laid it on the bed. I then put the black dress on, it went on easily around the hips but when we came to fasten the zip, the chest was just a little too tight. Lauren said it may be because of the breast forms I was wearing. We checked the size of the dress and it was a size 2.
“That maybe OK if you were only an A or a small B cup, Miss Sophie, but with you being a wicked ‘C’ cup you are going to have to try at least a size 4. But don’t discard that dress. I think it will be perfect for you when you find your real size.”
“So Lauren think about it. Does that mean that we should change our corsets and remove these large breasts, because how are we going to know if things fit us properly if we are wearing great big boobies. I want to find out if these dresses will fit me when I wear them for real.”
“You are of course right Sophie. When we got dressed this evening I thought it would be fun to go overboard and so I chose breast forms that were too big for a girl your age and size.
“You would never be bigger than a B at your age and build, so let’s go and change our underwear.”
I told Lauren that before we do that I needed to use the bathroom to clean myself up so I headed in that direction.
When I got inside the bathroom I was alone for the first time all day. Even without the dress but couldn’t help but admire the slender young woman in the mirror, wearing a striking black corset with tan colored stockings.
The blonde wig fell onto her shoulders and her fabulous breasts excited me to the point where I had to hold onto the wall for a moment to catch my breath. The woman was fantastic. I stood and enjoyed the rumbling sensations low in my stomach and looked around the room.
Then I noticed the clothes basket and wondered what was inside it. I opened it to find bras and panties that could only be Miranda’s. I had hit the jackpot. I took each bra and each pair of panties out separately and touched them all to feel the soft and delicious fabrics. Some of the panties were stained making them even more erotic to touch, knowing that they had touched Miranda in the most intimate places.
I got to the bottom of the basket and beneath everything there was the blue silk skirt and a white silk top that Miranda had been wearing when I first met her.
An instant heaviness between my legs alerted me to an imminent erection. I had to wear them like my life depended on it. I took them from the basket with a short underskirt that she must have been wearing with the multicolored bra and the fabulous matching panties, laid them on the counter and started rubbing my hands over them.
I lifted the panties and held them to my face. They felt exquisite and I knew I had to wear them. I put the white silk blouse on. It had little silk and elastic runners that went down under the legs to keep the blouse in place. I left them loose for the moment. I took off my white panties and did a little clean up work before I could put on Miranda’s panties. I couldn’t fold myself underneath because I guessed what was going to happen next.
I fastened the blouse runners, then put the slip and skirt on and fastened the side zip and the amazing sensation almost overwhelmed me. There in the mirror was my version of Miranda in blue and white silk and my erection went crazy. I was panting heavily and slowly running my hands all over myself just to feel the sensation of what it must be like to feel like Miranda does. I couldn’t help it.
I knew what I was about to do was wrong. I wanted to be a girl and girls don’t play with their penis. Only boys do that, but I felt justified it by the fact that there was that poison testosterone still in my system and I couldn’t help it. Once I started the pills I wouldn’t want to do it any more, but right now it was something I had to do.
I grabbed some tissues from the counter then turned again to look at myself in the full length mirror. Everything was so unbelievably Miranda except for the shadow of an erection under the skirt. I couldn’t stop myself as my hand reached down and lifted my skirt.
I reached inside my own (Miranda’s) panties and pulled out my erection. It had never been so hard. I started pulling myself off while looking at the Miranda vision in the mirror. The red shoes looked out of place but the legs looked incredible in the lacy topped stay ups that I could see under the blue silk skirt and lacy white underskirt that I held clear of myself.
The tits under the white blouse had a wonderfully sexy full shape. The hair and makeup were deliciously foxy. The flashing blue eyes were devastating and the sight and taste of my own tongue licking my own delicious pink and glistening lips was astonishing.
My now impending explosion could not be stopped. I held my eyes open and watched the women in front of me as I rocked my hips backward and forwards for a few seconds as the thunder roared through my loins. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body and out through the end of my penis. I blasted into the tissue at least six times until I was firing blanks.
I held myself with eyes now closed still standing in the red pumps with the single strap at the ankle which by now where feeling a little tight. I couldn’t move for a while so I just stayed in exactly the same place and held myself waiting for the weakness in my knees and the shivers that were going through my body to subside. All of the sensations of the fantastic clothing I was wearing kept reminding me of how sensational I feel until I opened my eyes again and realized that Lauren was outside waiting for me.
With my composure regained I opened my eyes to see that delicious woman in the mirror again but with some hard to reconcile features to deal with. She had just been yanking her own doodle while her girlfriend was waiting outside the door waiting for her to try on some more dresses. I felt guilty. How could I be the same girl who had just been telling Lauren that I was a girl in a boy’s body and still want to blast into a tissue and throw it down the toilet?
I didn’t want Lauren to know what I had done so I quickly got myself straightened up, put everything back where it was and even splashed a little cologne around the room to mask any odors, and then I rejoined Lauren in Miranda’s bedroom.
“What took you so long Miss Sophie?”
“I am sorry Lauren but not everything can be done quickly and I am not used to telling people what I do in the bathroom.” I felt like crap actually for doing what I had done but I was not going to tell Lauren.
“Oh,” said Lauren “Getting a little defensive are we. Get back here while I tighten that corset some more. I will have you back under control in no time.” I couldn’t be upset when Lauren was around. I smiled for her.
“You know it’s a funny thing,” I said, “but this corset doesn’t feel as tight as it was before. I must be getting used to it.”
“OK,” said Lauren. “If you were going to keep that corset on I would tighten it for you, but if we are going to reduce your bra size down to something more realistic for your age then I will take that corset off you and we will find something more your size. Let’s get that one off first.”
Lauren undid the corset from the back. I had no idea what was going on behind me so I let Lauren get on with it. As the corset came off for just a second or two I thought I might retain some of that pretty shape, but it disappeared and I was soon left with my old straight up and down figure.
Then Lauren took me back into the bathroom to remove my breast forms. They came off quite easily with warm water. We went back into Miranda’s room into the draw with the breast forms and selected a smaller pair. Lauren said these were more like breast enhancers. The back of them was quite sticky and there was no need of any adhesive but I did need a bra to keep them in place.
We searched Miranda’s closet for some pretty bras for me to wear and found many. It was very difficult to choose. I eventually chose a nude color soft cup bra that would give me a good shape without showing the enhancers but would not contrast with all of the different colored dresses that I might try on in the next hour or two.
It was still only 9:30 and we had nearly two hours before Miranda would come home.
Lauren also found me a waste nipper that would help with my shape. It did not have a lot of boning, but it could be closed from the front so I could put it on myself.
Lauren also removed her corset and went with a more normal bra and panties for she didn’t need anything to make her figure look good, and we went back into the other bedroom to try some more clothes on.
I was now on a mission to select a limited wardrobe of clothes that could be used for various occasions that I might need to attend. Not that I had plans to go anywhere, but it felt like the right thing to do. I couldn’t rely on Lauren or Miranda for clothes if I was to become a real girl, I would need my own.
I tried to plan for every eventuality, but that didn’t mean coats and hats etc. I didn’t see any coats in Miranda’s closet or anywhere in the house at all. I guess some people never use coats in L.A.
In the next few minutes I tried on some terrific dresses. I found two in particular that I really liked. One was very pretty evening dress in black that had a tight fitting sequined bodice with spaghetti straps and a skirt that ballooned out from the waist in silk and taffeta that finished in uneven ruffles just above the knee. I felt like a million dollars in that dress and wished I had some reason to wear it but it needed to be worn at a prom or dinner in front of handsome boys in dinner jackets.
The second dress was a cream colored crepe sheath dress of a soft and clingy fabric that looked just straight up and down on the hanger but when I put it on it hugged all my curves in the right places that started with spaghetti straps and finished with an uneven hem below the knees. It also came with a jacket with elbow length arms that didn’t really close in the front. The whole thing felt heavenly while I was wearing it that I couldn’t put it back in the closet.
I also selected a grey business suit dress and jacket set that had an in between neck line and a skirt to the knee. Totally professional, and a yellow sun dress in a soft fabric with low neck line and lots of ruffles around the neck, shoulders and hem.
In Miranda’s closet Lauren also picked out for me two A line skirts cut just above the knee with 4 semi matching tops for me and we found four pairs of shoes that work with those selections. Then we found a light woolen jacket in light brown that I could wear over them. We thought that would be enough outer clothes.
Trying on dresses was the most fantastic of sensations, not just because of the wonderful soft and sensuous but different feeling that each dress provoked, but each dress gave me a blast of pleasure between my legs and into my boy parts that was hard to describe. If I was on my own I could imagine another blasting session after each dress I tried, but as I was with Lauren I kept my knickers on, in spite of all the straining and expanding that was going on inside them. Thank god for spandex.
Now we needed to find underwear.
Sorting out bra’s and panties was just as hard to do, but I didn’t want Lauren to know that just handling these beautiful undergarments made me feel that way. I sorted ten pairs of bikini panties, but none of them were thongs. I didn’t think thongs would hold in my boy things.
I found three pairs of control panties and then went looking for bras. I tried to match up as many bras as I could with the panties I had, but only found 3 sets but took 10 pairs of panties overall. I finished with eight bras. Mostly 34As and Bs.
We found 4 full corsets in size 34A and 34B or similar styles, most of which I could never fasten myself, but we thought it best to take 2 of them to ensure we did not lose them. We also took some pantyhose, stockings, one suspender belt and one of the wigs. By the time we had packed everything in three large shopping bags we realized that I could not carry any more so we thought we had better leave it till next time.
Lauren also selected three pretty dresses with matching shoes for herself and I knew that if Lauren owned them then she would probably let me wear them. She also selected some smaller frilly stuff but I should also be able to get my hands on them if need be. It’s wonderful to have a pretty girlfriend in your size.
After we had everything we thought we could take at this time, we looked at the collections of clothes remaining in both bedrooms and we both agreed that we had hardly made a dent and there was still a stack of clothes that needed to be moved. We just needed to figure out how. We put everything together by the front door and rested in the great room for a while.
Lauren poured out a couple of glasses of iced tea so we sat and reflected about the evening.
“So what do you think Sophie. Have you got enough clothes to keep you going?”
“I wish I could tell you Lauren, but I have no idea what it takes to keep going. I don’t really know when I will be able to wear any of them, apart from the confines of my own room. I don’t really know where I am going to put them either, but if my parents go to work at the garden center like they usually do on Sundays’ I will have a couple of hours to figure it out. Are we seeing each other tomorrow?”
“Do you mean me and you or me and Mitch?”
“That’s a tricky one. I could come over as Mitch then we could both spend some time with Sophie if you like?”
“But I don’t know if my parents will go out at all tomorrow as neither of them work on Sunday, and they like to spend time with me. I thought you were going to the high school football game with Warren and Carter?”
“Well actually Mitch was going to go watch Cater and Warren play football, but its not like they notice me while they are playing. I could just tell them I was there and left before the end. Can we do something together?”
“Like I said. Mom and Dad like to spend time with me on Sunday. They say it’s a family day. I think you should spend time with your parents too.”
“But they usually work on Sunday morning.” I said in my pleasing ‘I’m only a little girl’ manner, but I could tell it wasn’t working. Lauren had made her mind up. She didn’t change it often.
“Sophie I think Mitch should spend as much of the day with his parents as he can. They may not get to see their little boy much longer before he is replaced. I think you should talk to them about things. Drop some hints. Ask them what they think of trans-gendered people. That would be better that just dropping it on them like a bomb.”
“I guess I could do that, but I have always dreaded any conversation with them regarding sex or sexual orientation or anything near that subject. I prefer to think that my Mom and Dad just don’t do that kind of thing.”
“Well I bet they do!” said Lauren. “My mom tells me that most married couples do it at least once a week. When we are on our own she tells me of some of the nice things that my Dad does for her. She said that she wants me to know what kind of things a kind considerate man does for his woman.”
“She sometimes tells me that they have made love and what romantic thing he did for her because, she would much rather I learn about such things from her than from a stranger or a book or any other source that she can’t control.”
“I think that is amazing. I have never had a conversation about sex with my parents. I don’t think it would feel right.”
“But why not?” said Lauren. “You could bring the subject up you know. You need to plan it through. Write down a list of questions that you need answers about and ask them. You might be surprised and find that they want to talk to you about sex but were waiting for you to be ready.”
I thought about it and decided that Lauren was right. If couldn’t ask my parents about sex who else could I talk to? And during the conversation I could slip in some questions about trans-gendered people and get an idea of what their reaction might be.
“OK! 11PM Sophie. Time to bring Mitch back.”
I looked to the clock and she was right. They said they may be home by 11:30. We quickly went upstairs and dismantled Sophie, put all of the lovely clothes away. I gently removed the make-up and nail polish.
I looked at myself in the mirror to find that I still could see the girl inside me, then I put some gel on my hair and plastered it down in front of my eyes like I normally did. Before we went downstairs to pretend to be a normal boy and girlfriend I gave Lauren a hug and held her tight while I reflected.
A lot had happened today. I had been dressed like a girl for most of the day and decided that I wanted to become a girl full time. I had also kissed Lauren for the very first time and given Lauren and orgasm with my hand inside her panties.
I had read about the damaging effects of testosterone on the body of someone who may want to become a girl and I have begun to understand that I am transgendered, not sissy, and I want to become a real girl.
I had also gained the beginnings of my girl wardrobe from Miranda’s closet. All of those things I feel were positive, but I had also seen the writing on the wall for Mitch and I may have dashed Laurens plans for me to be her husband and have kids with me.
My feelings were a mixture of joy and trepidation. I had no idea of weather I was doing the right thing and I thought that bad things must happen at some time down the road. Not everything that would happen would be positive or received gladly, but I had started down that path and I don’t believe that anything could stop me now. I was going to be a girl and that is all there is to it.
We checked on April before we descended the stairs and went into the great room to watch TV and wait Miranda and Robert to come home. We snuggled up in front of the TV and I closed my eyes for just a moment.
They were standing before us when I woke up. Lauren was shaking me gently by the shoulder as Miranda and Robert stood in front of us. They gently rushed us out of the door so that the chauffer could take us both home. It was 12:30. Robert helped us into the limo with our bags of clothes and Miranda stepped inside the limo to give us both thanks and kisses. Miranda still looked fabulous but I was exhausted from a very eventful day and I couldn’t pay her the attention she deserved.
We dropped Lauren off first then came back past Miranda’s house and on down to my parents. I tried not to make any noise as I entered using my key to the front door. I could hear my parents listening to music in the family room. It was a Sting DVD they both very much liked.
Trying not to make a sound that they could hear over the TV, I placed the three bags on a shelf in the hall closet planning to move them later when the house was quiet. I then went into said goodnight to my parents who were sitting arm in arm on the couch.
Mom was wearing a full length down to her feet dressing gown and Dad was wearing the exact same jeans and shirt he has worn for the last twenty years. I didn’t actually mean that, but he had lots of shirts and pants almost exactly the same apart from the colors and he did look good in them but I wished he would wear something else sometimes.
I tried to hug him without touching his face as I new his beard would rip me open, but I was wrong. When I held him he was clean-shaven and was wearing a very nice cologne. I instantly thought about Lauren’s comment about most couples once a week. Maybe tonight it was their turn. I turned to hug Mom.
Mom was wearing a little perfume but it was not a very nice one. Something a grandmother might wear. I thought to myself that I would have to get her some better perfume than that, at least something that I could use. Mom held onto me by my head and kissed me on the lips then asked me what I was doing for lunch tomorrow.
“Nothing,” I said. “No plans.”
“Then you and I are going somewhere nice for lunch somewhere,” she said. “I will speak to you in the morning. Sleep tight.” Then she kissed me on the lips again and I went up to my bedroom.
I really wanted to move the clothes, but they would be able to see me as I walked up the stairs and into my room. I undressed, put my PJ pants on and tried to stay awake but it was no use. I couldn’t resist the pillow that was calling me so I crawled in between the sheets and fell asleep.
I must have slept soundly as I felt refreshed and alive as soon as I woke up. I sat up in the bed and thought about my beautiful dresses. I listened for any sound in the house and could hear whispering from downstairs. I opened my bedroom door to hear the last few words of a conversation. My mother was saying “ Bye.” “Thanks again.” “See you in a few days.” “Thanks again.” “Bye.”
My mother was one of those people who repeated the same thing over and over while on the phone, thinking that it increased the value of the words. I walked across the hallway. Somehow my mother heard me.
“Are you awake Mitch?” she called from the kitchen.
“Yes Mom, just cleaning my teeth.” I said entering the bathroom in my PJ pants.
“Can I bring you up some coffee?”
Mom bringing me coffee! That’s a new one. She only just discovered that I had changed from Cool-aid. “Yes please Mom. Lots of cream please.”
I cleaned my teeth and turned to go back to my bedroom, and there was my mother. I had not seen her smile so much in years. She was positively beaming and she was wearing a dress and heels.
“See, if fits perfectly. They all do. Thanks you so much Mitch,” she said.
Thank you for what I thought. And then I realized. She was wearing my dress and my shoes.
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 11.
Mitch and Sue visit Grandpa.
“I talked to Miranda and thanked her already,” my Mother said. “She didn’t understand what I was talking about at first, till I reminded her that you came home with these clothes for me.”
“At first I couldn’t figure out why the clothes were there at all, till I remembered our conversation when you said you would talk to Miranda about me needing a little updating. I never actually believed you would say anything, but you did. You are such a thoughtful boy. See!”
She said doing a twirl in the middle of the hallway.
“It fits me perfect. They all do. Everything! I’m going to show them all to your Dad tonight. He will be delighted.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say. Last night I was on top of the world thinking I had my own set of beautiful girl’s cloths to wear whenever I wanted, but now I suddenly I have nothing again. There they were tantalizingly out of reach, being modeled for me by my Mother and I couldn’t say anything.
I felt gutted in one way, but I also felt kind of happy for my Mother. She was as happy as I had seen her for a long time, but she also looked more feminine that I had ever seen her. She had some shape. She was obviously wearing a bra and she had a waist. She also had legs and was wearing stockings or tights.
She had put a little make-up on, blush and lipstick, and she wore earrings. Clip on I would say because I know she did not have pierced ears.
“You must be impressed. You haven’t said a word.”
“Very nice Mom! You look very different, but how come you chose today to start wearing modern and may I say sexy clothes?”
“I will tell you a story when you come down for breakfast, but sexy! Do you think your mother looks sexy?”
“Mother I said you were wearing sexy clothes.”
“Well that sounds like part of a complement. Is there any more to it or are you just going to leave me hanging.”
“Yes Mom you look as pretty as I have ever seen you. The dress is perfect for you and that little bit of make-up does you good. Now can I get a shower and get dressed please.”
“Of course darling,” my Mother said. “Can I make you some breakfast Mitch? Sausage burrito?”
“Yes Please Mom,” I said and headed for the bathroom.
It wasn’t Moms fault. The way she had interpreted the situation was better for me than if she had thought that the clothes were mine and I wanted to wear them, but jeez I felt like I was back at square one and I had no place to go and no plan to go forward, except that I was going over to Lauren’s later to get those pills.
Minor set back I told myself. I may be disappointed now but I would find a way around it. I headed for the bathroom.
I have fine flyaway hair, but for the last couple of years now my normal hairstyle has been to mat my hair down with conditioner or hair gel to ensure that it stays down flat to my head and over my eyes. I also liked it to appear wet and dirty although I wash it every day.
I knew that if I comb or blow-dry my hair it looks really nice, or even a little feminine, but until this weekend those were not qualities I desired to project. Today I blow-dried my hair, brushed it backwards for a change and headed downstairs wearing a white short sleeved dress shirt and cargo pocket shorts, but I was wearing my bikini bottoms that I had taken from Miranda’s and tuck myself back, just to make myself feel a little bit lady like.
I started into my breakfast and Mom kept asking me questions about Miranda’s. I told her all about the house and little April. I described the great room, Roberts’s office and the bedrooms and bathrooms I had seen, and then I described the changes that they were going to make to the house.
“I really do appreciate the fact that you talked to Miranda about me and brought home all of those beautiful clothes for me. I can’t imagine how you brought it up in conversation. What happened?”
“Well actually I was talking to Lauren and her mother yesterday morning about our conversation together, and they said I should take you to ‘The Parasol’ which is the high class ladies store in the Mission Viejo Mall.”
“I said I would take you there on Tuesday after school if you were free. That is the next time Lauren will be their, and I think Mrs. Martini would like to come too if you don’t mind. Do you want to go?”
“Yes of course I will and I will very much look forward to it, but please carry on with your story.”
“So later in the day while at Miranda’s, she told us about her work, she is going back next week, and about how the companies she works for all give her nice clothes. She has dozens of dresses that she has never worn and is not likely to, and wants to give many of them away, so when Lauren and I were sorting through them, I thought I would bring some home.”
“For me you mean?”
“Of course for you Mommy. Who else would I bring ladies dresses, shoes and clothes to our house for?”
“That’s very considerate of you dear to think of me. My opinion of you is changing quickly. I had no idea you could be so thoughtful Mitch.”
“I always like to be thoughtful, but it goes against the masculine thing that most boys like to project, but I am not like most other boys you know.”
“I can see that now Mitch. There are not many boys I know who would ever think about bringing home dresses and clothes for their mother, but I understand this was a special situation.”
“I know Mom, we just couldn’t let the opportunity go by. I hope you wear them a lot because you look very pretty in that dress.”
“Oh thank you darling Mitch. It’s been a long time since anybody called me pretty, but that’s my fault I guess.”
“So that also means that it is in your hands to stay looking pretty and keep on wearing dresses and makeup. I don’t understand why you never wore them before.”
“There is a reason for that,” she said. “It is not a good reason, and in fact it may be only a silly excuse but it’s all I have, and that is what brings me to the story Mitch. This is not going to be easy for me so please be patient.”
After she said that the room went quiet. Mom was carefully considering what she was going to say so I did not interrupt her. She looked at me lovingly then she reached across the table and held my hand.
“You know that sometimes you look a lot like my mother did when she was young, when you don’t have your hair matted down over your eyes that is.”
“I didn’t know that, but I don’t remember your mother.”
“You wouldn’t Mitch, but that is part of the story I am going to tell you. My mother was always disappointed with me when I told her I didn’t want to wear nice dresses or wear makeup. I was so silly. Maybe I could have looked as pretty as her, but I was so stubborn.”
“My mother took me and left my father when I was fifteen. I don’t really know why, but I remember my father calling her a painted faced harlot from outside our apartment window when she would not go back to live with him. For those few years we lived on our own with very little contact from my father.”
“He would call often but my Mom wouldn’t answer. I don’t know why she wouldn’t talk to him. She died of breast cancer when I was nineteen. It seems that she had been hiding it from everyone and when we did find out it was too late to do anything. Looking back it feels to me that she got sick and passed on in the blink of an eye.”
“It was a very sad time for me. I went back to live with my father when she went into hospital before she died. I told him that I couldn’t dress like my mother or wear makeup after what he called her and he said he was sorry and didn’t mean it, but I just carried on being a martyr.”
“I haven’t seen my grandpa for such a long time. Is that why we don’t see him much”? I asked.
“I guess it is,” she said. “A few weeks ago your father and I started talking about my mother and he remembers her when he was a boy living down the street. He said she was the prettiest woman in town and always marveled at how beautiful she looked in all her pretty clothes and makeup and he thought I would look like her with makeup on.”
“I always dressed like a tomboy when we were dating but he seemed to like it. I asked him why he hadn’t ever told me that before and he just said he always loved me the way I was but he always hoped to see me in dresses and makeup. I cried all night after he said that, that’s when I decided to change, but I didn’t know how to change until till you helped me.”
“What did I do?” I said.
“You brought me these clothes. I had been thinking for the last couple of weeks that I needed to do something but I didn’t know what, but putting these clothes on did the trick. I made me feel different about myself. Now that I have seen myself in a pretty dress I now feel that I can change and be a better woman.”
“Which brings me to another thing that you can help me with? I want to go to see my father and take you with me today.”
“You want us to go see my Grandfather today?”
“Yes. You don’t mind do you? It’s only an hour’s drive and it will give us some much needed time together.”
“Of course I can come with you. I was going to see Warren and Carter play football today but they will never notice that I wasn’t there.”
“Good,” my Mother said. “We can go as soon as you are ready. You don’t need anything with you. Your Dad is at the store till about 4 or 5 so we can take our time and have a nice day out.”
“Can you put the top down on the bimmer?” I said.
“It’s called a BMW Mitch and of course we can, but you had better wear some strong sunscreen and bring your sunglasses. Go get yourself ready and we will leave in 20 minutes.”
We were ready in no time. We drove up the Canyon Road and onto Highway 5 and north to Downey were Mom’s father lives. It was a pleasant autumn day of bright sunshine with hardly a cloud in the sky.
I loved my Mom’s black BMW 325 convertible but she never let me drive it. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a license yet. At highway speeds the wind blew my hair all over the place but my Mother’s hair didn’t move at all. It was too short. With the top down it was a little too noisy to have a meaningful conversation so we just turned the music up and enjoyed being out in the sunshine.
We reached Downey in less than an hour and Mom filtered off the highway at a place I had never seen her get off before and did a fast maneuver across another road like she had done it a thousand times, then two left turns and we were cruising down a pleasant avenue of mostly large older bungalows and ranch type houses with double garages and wide driveways and big trees.
My mother pulled into one of the driveways beside a car with a car cover over it so I couldn’t see what it was. A slightly familiar grey haired guy in his fifties or sixties came out of the door smiling. Mom got out and gave him a long tight hug. When they were finished he looked at me.
“Are you too old to hug your grandpa?”
I said no and gave him a hug. He held on to me for some time too. I got the feeling he was getting a little emotional. He took us inside the house which was beautifully decorated, then straight through to the back of the house were we sat in a pleasant arbor with a water feature and Japanese rock garden overlooking his flower garden made mostly of flowering shrubs and grass. Sitting in that arbor we couldn’t see anything of the other houses around only the tops of some roofs.
My grandfather was a slim clean shaven handsome man going thin on top with a kind and gentle face. He was nicely dressed wearing a silk brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and pale kaki pants with a nice straight crease in them.
“I am really glad to see you Sue and I don’t want to bring up old wounds but what made you pick today to come and visit me now?” Grandpa said.
“I had an epiphany,” said my Mom. “I realized that I just couldn’t carry that burden around with me any more. I was very hurt when my Mom died and I was upset that I had been made so miserable during a times when I should have been so happy.”
“I don’t know what was between you and Mom and I don’t want to know. I was angry at her for leaving you and just plain angry when she died, but I do not know and don’t care anymore if it was your fault or not, and I was angry far too long. Then just recently I realized recently that I just wasn’t angry anymore and I needed to apologize to my Dad. Do you still love me?”
“I have always loved you even if you were angry with me. I kind of knew you couldn’t be angry forever, but I am sad that so much time slipped by while we were waiting.”
He turned to look at me. “Mitchell,” he said. “Do you remember the last time we met?”
“Of course I do Grandpa. We met at that nice harbor front restaurant in San Diego a couple of years ago.”
“Well I hope we can all see each other a lot more now that I have come to me senses,” said my Mom. “We want you to come and visit us please Dad so we can get to know you again.”
We had a pleasant couple of hours talking to my Grandpa and he showed us some photographs of my Grandma with my Mom. They did look alike, especially as my Mom had now started wearing makeup. My grandma looked very young and attractive on every picture he showed us, but what also surprised me was how much I looked like both my mother and Grandma. My Grandpa even remarked on it, but he said handsome when he referred to me, but he did note that we had the same facial features.
“What do you do Grandpa,” I asked, “other than live in this house?”
“I have a couple of businesses that I own or have shares in Leslie, mostly to do with clothing of one sort or another. They are spread around southern and central California. I still have a keen interest in them and drive to them often.”
“So you drive all over California?” I asked.
“I love driving my cars,” he said. “If I couldn’t drive my beautiful cars it wouldn’t make this work I half so interesting.”
“Why? What cars do you have?” I asked.
“I guess we had better take a look!” he replied.
We walked back through the house and out onto the driveway.
“I like to take good care of my cars,” he said. “They are the only toys I ever wanted and owning them makes me feel special.”
Between us we grabbed the car cover from the front and lifted it over the car and he collected the cover in his arms. The car was a new looking Jaguar XKR convertible in red with a tan leather top. He reached into his pocket for the remote and the top started to fold itself back.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“If you like this you should see the others!” he said, so from his remote he opened up the garage door.
Inside there was a massive old grey Lincoln convertible. It looked just like the one that President Kennedy got shot in, suicide doors and all. It too was absolutely spotless. The one next to it was equally impressive but a little bit smaller. It was a white AMG C class Coupe. It looked brand new to me.
“Want to go for a ride in the Lincoln?” he asked.
“You bet I do,” I replied. Grandpa went inside to ask Mom if she wanted to come. She quickly came out to join us. We waited till Grandpa drove the Lincoln out of the garage before we got in because there was no room in the garage to open the doors.
We drove around the development then out onto the highway. The Lincoln was impressive because it was by far the biggest car we saw on the road while we were out there. The engine was nearly silent except when Grandpa really put his foot down and the ride was just like floating on air.
I noticed driving around his area that there were some really nice houses around and really nice cars parked in the driveways too, but that was similar to where we lived. Grandpa said that when I get my full license he will let me drive any of his cars, provided I keep them clean. I told him I would start working on my license right away. I was only a month off my birthday and I could start lessons now.
When we got back Grandpa made some food and we drank some herbal tea. Grandpa also gave us a tour of the house. It was huge. It had 3 big bedrooms each with their own bathroom and a huge entertaining room with 3 big leather couches and a big screen TV over the fireplace. The single level house was about 30 years old but Grandpa had bought it a year after Mom Grandma died so Mom lived there for a couple of years before Mom and Dad got married.
I asked my Grandpa how come he could afford all this, he said that his Dad was a haberdasher and his Mom and Dad came over from England in the late 40s when he and his older sisters were small. The business did quite well and so that Mom could have a share in the business they changed it to a Men’s and Women’s store, then it expanded again to become a family clothing store, then a big department store from out east came along and bought them out for a large sum of money.
“After the buyout my Dad started another similar business in the next town over,” said Grandpa, “and because LA was expanding so fast it too quickly became a success. When my Dad died I took over the business, and then another big department store from out east came over and bought us out again. This time I had to sign a contract that I would not open a completing store in the US. So I bought other stores.”
“What type of stores do you own now Grandpa?” I asked.
“I own specialty clothing stores and a couple of garden centers. I am not allowed by contract to own or have a share in any store with multiple departments like ‘men’s and ladies’ etc. I also have a part ownership in your Mom and Dad’s garden center.”
“The one my Mom and Dad work in?” I asked.
“The one your Mom and Dad own Mitch,” he said. “I still have a small cut but I think they are going to buy me out soon.”
“End of the year,” said my Mom. “Right after Mitch’s birthday.”
“I didn’t think you two had anything to do with each other.”
“Your Dad and I have always been friends,” said Grandpa. “I see him every couple of months and we have a beer together. He tells me what’s going on in the family and gives me photographs etc.”
“I didn’t know you owned the Garden center Mom. How come you never told me?”
“I don’t know Mitch. I guess it just never came up.”
“Does that mean we have bags of money Mom?”
“Not at all Mitch. All our money is tied up in the Garden Center.”
“Believe me Mitch,” said Grandpa, “on paper you Mom and Dad are worth a lot of money. They own the 17 acres of land that the garden center is on and the land alone is worth a couple of million per acre. Don’t let them sell you short.”
“Wow,” I said. “Now I am really looking forward to my 16th birthday present.”
“We were going to get you a new bicycle Mitch!” said my Mom.
“You must be kidding,” I said. “I should be expecting a car now!”
“We will see,” she said.
We stayed for a while longer then made our excuses and left after making arrangements for Grandpa to come visit us in a couple of weeks. It was a really pleasant couple of hours. We got back in the car and headed towards the highway.
“Well Mitchell.” Said my Mom. “What do you think we should do now?”
“I was thinking Mom, now that you have decided to become a pretty woman, maybe we should go find a nice shopping mall and find some more things to make you even prettier.”
“That doesn’t sound like a difficult decision to make,” she said. “Let’s go for it!”
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 12
Sue gets a makeover and Mitch gets something for himself.
“Well Mitchell. What do you think we should do now?” said my Mom.
“”Why don’t we go to one of those professional make-up stores in the mall and get you a make-over?” I replied.
“Whatever made you think of that Mitch’” she said.
I had been thinking while looking at the pictures that my Grandma always wore beautiful professional looking makeup, but obviously my mother didn’t know much about applying makeup on herself. I had the idea that I could take her to one of those shopping mall beauty stores were they do makeovers for people while the wait, so I suggested it to my Mom.
“I saw all of those pictures of your mother and noticed that her makeup was always perfect,” I said, “but I think you might need a little help with yours. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
She did seem a little upset with me saying that but she agreed. We headed off back down Highway 5 to a mall where she remembered she had seen such a shop. We found the store just where she remembered it and found the makeover seat in the window was empty. My Mom strode boldly up to the counter.
“Hello, my name is Sue and I would like to get a makeover,” my Mom said.
“Do you have an appointment,” the girl at the counter said with a smile.
“No. Is that a problem?” said my Mom.
“No, but the only seat available is the one in the window. Is that a problem?”
“Not all,” said my Mom. “Are you going to start right now?”
“We sure are,” said the lady. “Why don’t you hop up in the chair and we will get started. Have you ever had a makeover before?”
“Let me explain dear,” my Mom said. “I chose not to wear makeup for many years but I have recently decided to start, but I know very little about the finer points, so please treat me like a beginner and explain everything.”
“I would be glad to. My name is Belinda and I am a certified beauty professional and I use only Lancá´me professional quality cosmetics.”
My Mom sat in the chair and the young lady started to explain. I sat behind the counter on a stool that seemed to be set up so people could watch so I sat and leaned onto the counter with my chin resting in my hands and watched intently. Belinda gave my Mom a facial scrub then moisturized before putting on some primer and foundation then going through all of the usual steps that I am beginning to get used to, brushed powder over the foundation, eye shadow then liner. She continued with mascara, powdered blush, lip liner, lipstick and lip-gloss.
My mom looked totally radiant when her makeup was finished. She was trying not to smile but she couldn’t help it. My mom now looked a lot younger than the 36 she was, instead of the mid forties old maid that she used to look like. Her eyes looked amazing, so big and bright. I was totally jealous and wished that I could get the same treatment and I convinced myself that one day I would.
“I notice you don’t have your ears pierced,” said Belinda. “Have you ever thought about getting them done? I would be glad to do them for you if you have a few moments.”
My mom looked at me as if to ask permission. I nodded my head and so she agreed to get her ears pierced. Belinda walked off to get a selection of studs to show my mother.”
“Mom,” I said gingerly. “Is there any way that you could let me get my ears pierced as well? Many of the boys in school have them.”
My mother thought about it for a few moments then agreed. “I don’t suppose your Dad will have too much of a problem with it. He used to have one himself when he was younger. Half the young guys who work for him have both ears pierced. Go ahead and pick some for yourself.”
Belinda was returning with a tray of gold and diamond earrings. “Belinda, my mom said I can get my ears pierced too.”
“That’s terrific,” said Belinda turning to my Mother. “I recommend these cubic zirconium’s with gold posts as good starters. I have enough here for both you and your daughter.”
My mother instantly developed this odd look on her face then she sucked in a chest full of air and closed her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” said Belinda realizing that something amiss. “I did I say something wrong?”
I held out my hand as if to shake Belinda’s hand and I smiled. “Hi Belinda. My name is Mitchel and I’m a boy.”
Now it was Belinda’s turn to be shocked. She took a sharp intake of breath and put her hand to her mouth and looked back and forth between my mother and me, then she held out her right hand and placed it in mine.
“I’m really sorry,” she said to me. “I hope I haven’t offended you, its just that you look so,” she paused to consider what she would say for a few moments, “cute!” she said.
“I suppose cute isn’t too bad,” I said.
“You haven’t done anything wrong Belinda so don’t worry about it,” said my Mom. “It’s just a shock to hear my darling boy be mistaken for a girl, again. It’s been a while since it happened, but it’s not the first time. I was only telling Mitch this morning how much he looks like my mother. My mother’s beauty is obviously in his genes.”
“And yours too. Please forgive me Sue but he looks very much like you. I was going to try to complement you both by saying you look like sisters but I guess I would be wasting my time now wouldn’t I?” said Belinda trying to make light of the situation.
“Mitch are you really sure you want to get your ears pierced,” said my Mom. “It may make you look even more feminine than you look now.”
“I’m not going to back out now Mom. I have wanted my ears pierced for a long time. When I comb my hair forward over my eyes I will look like the old me again Mom so don’t worry. I only look this way because my hair has been blowing about in the car.”
I hoped I wasn’t trying too hard but I really didn’t want this opportunity to go begging. I really wanted to feel the sensation of dangling earrings brushing against my face and neck.
“If you don’t like them you can just take then out,” said Belinda. “The hole will close up any you will never know.”
We all agreed to proceed and get both out ears done and we both chose the gold cubic zirconium studs. Mom said we could get real diamonds later when our ears were used to earrings. Yes it was a sharp pinch but the pain didn’t last more than an instant.
I felt really pleased with myself. Not as pleased as I would be if I still had my dresses, but having the earrings made up for it somewhat. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair behind one ear with my hand. I knew I looked feminine and they knew it too, but they didn’t know that I wanted to look feminine. I also knew that I couldn’t go to school looking like this, but my usual heavy dose of hair gel would mat my hair down over my face making me look like the usual Mitch.
Before we left that beauty store Mom bought one of everything that Belinda had used on her and a couple of other lipsticks and eye shadows of different colors to experiment with and we walked out of the store with a hefty bag full.
On the way back out of the mall I noticed my mom shuffle straight past a couple of really nice dress stores without looking, almost like she was avoiding them.
“Hold on Mom,” I said and I turned to look at the nice dresses. She notice where I was looking and obviously tried to change the subject.
“We have got to get home for your Father coming back Mitch,” she said without reference to the dress store.
“Mom!” I said staring down my nose at her. “An attractive young lady like you should never go past a dress store without checking to see if there is anything inside that could improve her closet.”
“So what do you want me to do Mitch. Start buying every dress I see?”
“No Mom, I think you should check out a few dresses to see if there is one dress that you could buy. There is a big difference. I bet its years since you last went into a dress shop and bought a dress.”
“OK you caught me. I used to go in dress stores with my mother, but I never did like it. I was the martyr remember. I haven’t been is a store like this since my mom died.”
“So tell me?” I said. “With an attitude like that, how did you ever get a wedding dress?”
“Oh that was your father’s mother. She took me to a dressmaker and I got her to make me the plainest dress you could imagine. Just white silk with no frills. Long sleeves and a high neck line. You couldn’t see any part of me except my hands and face. I can’t believe looking back on things how totally silly I was,” said my Mother.
But at that moment her demeanor changed and she began to look assertive. “Let’s go and find me some nice dresses!” she said. She took me buy the hand and we strolled into ‘Pacifica’.
We approached the first rack of short cocktail dresses. My Mom ran her hands over some of them and pulled a couple off the rack to have a better look. “Do I need a dress like this?” she asked me.
“Are you going to any cocktail party or a high school prom in the near future Mom?” I asked.
“Not the right kind of dress for me you think.”
“Sure I could see you wearing a nice dress like that, but wait until you have the right occasion, then you can go out looking for that special dress for that special occasion. Why don’t you ask the sales assistant for everyday wear, to wear out shopping or going out for a meal? She will know what you need.”
One of the sales assistants came over and helped Mom find some nice dresses. The first that caught my Mom’s attention was a rack of soft stretchy sundresses in a host of different colors. She picked a blue one, a beige pattered one and a black one. Then the lady took her to the back of the store were the changing rooms are.
I occupied myself by looking through the fantastic cocktail dresses. I was looking at this one in particular with a stiff bodice and a soft layered skirt in a bronze and brown two-tone shimmering material with gold trim and no straps. I turned the dress around to find that it closed at the back with leather straps and buckles. I was astounded.
I held the dress at arms length wondering how wonderful it would be to wear that dress with matching shoes and jewelry and an evening bag. I was picturing myself when one the sales assistants came quietly up behind me. I didn’t know she was there until she whispered in my ear.
“Want to try it on?” she said.
I pulled my hands away from the dress. “I can’t try that dress on.” I said and turned towards her.
“Why not?” she said. “We have it in your size.” I wasn’t sure but she may have been a little condescending in her tone.
“My Mom is over there trying dresses on and she might see me.”
“So? If you can try on dresses, why can’t you?”
This young woman in front of me was very pretty and her makeup was beautiful. She was tall, slim and probably a little younger than my Mom. She was wearing a black skirt above the knee, a matching short sleeve jacket and a white lacy top that revealed a hint of cleavage. I didn’t want to tell her I was a boy but I thought I had no choice, so I whispered to her.
“I can’t try that dress on because I am a boy.”
Her expression didn’t change. “I thought you might be,” she said, “but that doesn’t have to stop you.”
“You serious,” I said. “You would let me try one of your dresses on even though you know I am a boy?”
“Sure!” she said. “I will even go over to your mother and tell her you went to the men’s store across the hall while she selects a couple more dresses. You go into that room and I will bring it over. What size shoes do you wear?”
I didn’t know if I should believe it or not. This woman that I didn’t know was going to let me try on this fantastic nine hundred-dollar dress, even though she knew I was a boy. I didn’t know what to think, but I knew I couldn’t pass up the chance.
“Well?” she said.
“Six in men’s sizes,” I said, and after she had looked around the store to see where everyone was she motioned me towards an unmarked door at the side of the store. I went in. It was like a storeroom with various dresses and things hanging from racks, then I noticed measuring, cutting and sowing tools. There were a couple of large mirrors and a tailor’s dummy. This must be a dressmaker’s workshop.
I was only there for a few seconds when the lady came back with two dresses, a pair of shoes and some tights.
“OK take your clothes off,” she said. I looked at her inquisitively but said nothing.
“That’s part of the deal,” she said.
I did no more than to throw off my sandals, shirt and shorts leaving me in just my bikini bottoms and I was already tucked back.
“Are you sure you are not a girl?” she said. Then she reached across me and placed her hand on my growing erection. My hands reacted slower than hers and I ended up with my two hands on top of her hand touching my penis through my bikini bottoms. She gentle rubbed the base of my backwards pointing penis with her fingers.
“I guess you are,” she said smiling at me. I had never been treated like that by anyone and I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t do anything. I let her take control.
I was very excited by her and wondering what was going to happen next. She was leaning into me now and her other arm was behind my shoulders. Her breasts touched my arm and chest and I could feel the lacy material of her bra from under her soft silky top. Her perfume was exciting and her presence was amazingly sexually stimulating.
She tilted her head towards me and kissed me full on the mouth. My eyes instinctively closed as I let her tongue ramble around my mouth and across my tongue for a few seconds. She was so delicious I felt like I could fall into a trance in her arms. She pulled back and looked at me. It took me a second or two to notice her eyes staring into mine.
“You haven’t done this before have you?” she said.
“Done what?” I said.
“You have no idea what effect a boy like you can have on some people. Let me tell you. As a boy I would find you totally uninteresting. As a girl I might find you quite attractive. But as a girl looking like you do with that packet between your legs you are phenomenal. From the moment I saw you I just knew that this was going to happen.”
“What happen?” I said.
I had no idea what she was talking about. I just wanted try on this dress but I was getting the feeling that she wanted something else as well. Then she handed me the now opened tights which I put on. They sent shivers through my body as I put them on, but I held myself together waiting for the dress.
She gave me the shoes. They were gold and glittery open toed pumps with an ankle strap with heels of at least 5 inches. I put them on and they fit perfectly even though I did not know how I was going to walk in them.
Then she handed me the dress. She had already opened the straps at the back. She held the dress for me to step into while leaning forward. I couldn’t stop myself from looking down her top and seeing her wonderful breasts cupped in a low cut demi bra. I could see the top of her nipples.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Here I was wearing nothing but tights with a beautiful sales assistant holding this fantastic dress open for me to put on. I was shaking, but I couldn’t stop.
I stepped into the dress and she turned me around to fasten the straps. The dress was wonderfully soft and silky on the inside and waves of pleasure were rippling up my legs and all the way up my body. My erection was straining inside by my bikini bottoms but fortunately it could not get out.
“This is a two,” she said, “but I also brought a four in case it was too tight.”
She pulled me in tight at the waist as she pulled on the lowest strap and snapped the pin into the buckle, releasing the pressure ever so slightly.
“Perfect,” she said. “Right first time.”
She roughly pulled and closed the second strap then the third. My body was being held stiff as the corset top of the dress was closed tightly around my upper body. She closed the top strap and a row of skin appeared above the top of the dress like breasts overflowing a small bra.
“Incredible!” she said. “You are a very beautiful boy. But before you see yourself I have one more thing to add.”
She pulled out a brush and brushed my hair back away from my face then she pulled out a silver tiara from her purse and arranged it on my head.
“Fantastic!” she said. Then she put her arm around my now slim waist and walked me over to the mirror.
I was a little rickety walking across the room but the sight I was in the mirror was astonishing. Sophia was back again. The rumbling stirring motion between my legs made me want to reach for myself but I couldn’t. I was with someone.
“The look on your face is gratifying,” she said, “and I think I know what you need now.”
She said walking around in front of me. She kissed my on the mouth again and her tongue wandered further around my mouth before she broke away, then she reached for a folded blanket that was sitting on the table beside us and placed it on the floor in front of my toes. It was only then did I realize what I was in for.
“Now it’s your turn to give something to me,” she said, and she got down of her knees in front of me. “Just don’t mess my hair!” she said.
The lady lifted my skirt above my waist for me to hold clear. I held it with two hands. Then she reached around my waist and pulled my tights and bikini top down onto my thighs. My erection sprung slowly up in front of her and she kissed and licked the end to stop the drops of pre come from dropping down onto my tights.
She took the head of my penis in her mouth and ran her tongue around the head under the foreskin. The sensations were astonishing and it took all my effort to hold myself still while this was going on. She had one hand around the base of my penis holding my skin back while the other was around my hips and between the cheeks of my ass under my dress holding me still. The sight of my penis disappearing into her mouth was astonishing.
She sucked for all she was worth and pulled her head backwards for me to feel the full effect. I could only wonder in amazement at the sensations I was feeling. Then she gently hummed from her throat as my prick went back inside her mouth till her nose touched my body causing a different sensation.
I looked up at the sight in front of me. From the waist up this pretty young girl looked back at me with astonishment in her eyes while this attractive blond woman impaled her face on my penis, but I could not keep my eyes open. She repeated this sucking and humming time and time again till I couldn’t hold myself any longer. I started exploding into her mouth and she moved her hands till she had one on each ass cheek holding me deep in her throat as she moved her head from side to side and hummed rhythmically.
All of my dick was deep inside her and her tongue pressed me against the roof of her mouth. One of my hands let go of the dress and the ends of my fingers pressed against the back of her head. I didn’t want this moment to stop but I just couldn’t last any longer.
She sensed when I had stopped coming and pulled back to start licking and cleaning the come from my tool. I could not stand this for more than a few seconds as the pleasure became so intense it began to hurt till I pulled myself away for her and she placed my penis back inside my bikini bottoms and tights and pulled my dress back down.
She then stool up in front of me smiling and looking very pleased with her self. She then kissed me full on the mouth again, but this time the taste was different and she was pushing a sweet creamy liquid gel into my mouth.
I realized then I was tasting my own come for the first time. It wasn’t unpleasant but just knowing that it was my come surprised me and made me want to pull back but she held me tight with one hand around the back of my head and made sure that I was not going to loose any of it.
I swallowed and felt its stickiness run down my throat. It felt oddly satisfying. I couldn’t have stopped her. I felt like all of my strength had just left my body through the end of my penis and all I wanted to do was curl up on the floor and go to sleep, but I knew I couldn’t. My Mom would be wondering where I was.
The moment was now passing. We relaxed our grip on each other and she looked into my eyes.
“You a virgin?” she said. I nodded my head. “Wonderful. I will have to get a photo for my scrap book.” Then she produced a small camera from her purse and took a picture of me.
“Can I see?” I asked and she showed me the image on the back. One hundred percent girl! I thought to myself admiringly.
“You can come back and do that again some time if you want you know,” she told me.
“Where do you live?”
“Laguna Beach,” I said. “I don’t have a car so I won’t find it easy to get here.”
“Never mind, how old are you anyway?” she asked.
“I will be sixteen in a couple of weeks.”
“Well what we did was technically illegal so do not tell anyone or you will get me in big trouble, but if you are ever passing this was be sure to look me up. And if you can ever arrange to come in here wearing a dress and makeup I will show you a time you will never forget.”
“I will never forget this!” I said. “But I don’t know your name!”
“And you don’t need to know my name. If you are passing and I am here then fine and maybe we can do something, if not then we just can’t. That is the only way I can do this. I work Sunday through Thursday from noon till closing.”
I had no choice but to accept. I was weak and unsteady on my feet for a couple of minutes and my boy parts were buzzing like I had been shocked with electricity. The pretty lady helped me take the dress off and get back into my boring boys clothes and get smartened up a little. She gave me the tights and I stuffed them in my cargo shorts pocket.
She went out of the room before me to check where my mother was. When she came back she told me that my mother had just gone across the hall into the men’s store to look for me with a large bag full of pretty dresses in her hand. I left the room still feeling shell shocked, walked out of the store and into the men’s store opposite, my Mother was coming out as I got to the door.
“Mitch where have you been I have been looking for you?”
“I had to got to the bathroom Mom and to be honest I don’t feel very well. Must be something I ate.”
“You do look a little pale dear. Maybe we had just better go home and you will feel better OK?”
I nodded my head and smiled at her then we left the mall and headed for the car. We drove home without talking much, apart from mom telling me about her new dresses and that fact that the sales girl had advised her to get her legs waxed which she would do while I was at school tomorrow.
School! I had not thought about school for the entire weekend. How could I go back to school after all that had happened this weekend? I would have to wear my hair down over my face again and go back to wearing baggy cargo shorts and multiple t-shirts.
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this. Chapter 13
Dinner with the Martini's
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School! I had not thought about school for the entire weekend.
How could I go back to school after all that had happened this weekend? I felt like a totally different person from the one who left school on Friday afternoon. In two days I spilled more juices than I had in my entire life before that. I felt like I had been wasting my time all of these years.
But I also wanted to wear dresses and makeup. Now I was conflicted even more. If I was to become a girl, there is no way to enjoy what I had just done with the woman in the dress store.
She didn’t want me because I was a girl. She wanted me because I was a girl with a packet between my legs that other girls didn’t have. A girl with a bonus. There was no way I was going to give that up. I didn’t know what to do. I had nobody to talk to or ask for advice. Or did I? Maybe I could talk to Lauren.
I texted Lauren to ask her if I could come over. She said OK but only for an hour as they were having a big family supper. I asked my Mom to drop me off at Lauren’s and we were there in ten minutes.
My Mom dropped me off at Lauren’s and drove off as soon as Lauren opened the door. I had said I would be back home by 6:30, long before it got dark. Lauren pulled me into the brightly lit hallway and gave me a nice little hug and I returned her embrace. Then she held me back at arms length to look at me.
“My goodness Mitch with your hair combed back like that and with diamond earrings you look like a girl,” said Lauren in astonishment. “What ever are we going to do with you? You can’t go to school looking like that.”
Then Mrs. Martini having heard the front door came to see who was there. “Why Mitch,” she said. “You look very different today. Nice diamond earrings.”
“They are only cubic zirconium!” I said.
“Still Mitch you look very nice to say the least, but has you’re father seen you looking like that today?”
“No he hasn’t,” I said.
“Well I would do something with your hair before you go home if I were you. Don’t get me wrong you look very nice but I don’t think any father of a fifteen year old boy would want to see his son looking like you do right now.”
I was stuck for something to say. I wanted to look pretty and I appreciated the complement but I didn’t want Mrs. Martini to know that I wanted to look like a girl or that I thought what she was saying was a complement. I just stood there smiling back at her, and then somehow Mrs. Martini caught on.
“Hold on!” she said. “You are enjoying looking like this aren’t you? You are trying to look like a girl.” Then she turned to Lauren. “Freakin Jesus Lauren you’re helping him aren’t you?” Lauren didn’t say anything either she just opened her mouth.
The silence was deafening. Neither of us could say anything. I was tuning into a bucket of mush. Tears were forming in my eyes and Lauren wasn’t doing much better. Mrs. Martini ushered both of us of the stairs.
“Up to Lauren’s room both of you and quietly. I do not want your father to get wind of this.”
I stood in Lauren’s room and Lauren sat on her bed and looked at me. She reached out for me with one hand and I sat on the bed next to her and held hands. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
Mrs. Martini closed the door and moved to stand in front of me. “Whatever are we going to do with you?” she said. I didn’t think that question needed and answer. She walked to Lauren’s dresser and brought a chair so she could sit down in front of us. She sat down and looked into our eyes.
“So how far have you gone with this. Have you been wearing each others clothes?”
“No silly!” said Lauren. “I haven’t been wearing Mitch’s clothes.”
“Thank goodness for small mercies,” said Mrs. Martini. “But this is not silly Lauren in fact it is very serious. So you have obviously been wearing Lauren’s clothes Mitch. Do you think your Mother have any idea?”
“I can’t say for sure, but today we were talking about how much I look like her and her mother. I was even mistaken for a girl in front of my mother today while we were out together,” I said.
“I am not surprised. You certainly do look like a pretty girl right now, but she has no idea that you like to wear dresses?”
“I really don’t think so.” I said.
“So how long has this been going on?”
“Just yesterday.”
“Just Yesterday? You two are not very good at keeping secrets are you?”
I still couldn’t think of anything to say. This was definitely part of my plans. Now I felt like a stupid little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. No excuses. I was just going to have to accept my punishment whatever it was.
Lauren’s Mom turned to Lauren. “Now you have got me curious. Just how good does he look in a dress?”
“He looks very pretty!” said Lauren. “Apart from being a little wider in the waist he is exactly the same size as me.”
“Well let me see then. Go put a dress on and let me have a look.”
Lauren and I looked at each other then looked back at her mother.
“It’s OK,” she said. “I am not going to tell anyone. I have had my suspicions about you for a while Mitch. When you were a kid I always thought you would look pretty in a dress. I will go downstairs and continue preparing our supper so Lauren you put some makeup on Mitch and select a nice dress for him. I want to see what he looks like dressed up. When you are done come down and see me in the kitchen.
“The Kitchen Mom!” said Lauren.
“There is nobody else here for the next hour. Your father has just gone out to pick his mother up from her apartment and won’t be here till 6 o’clock. You have plenty of time. You can be ready in fifteen minutes no problem. I will be downstairs.” Mrs. Martini left the room and headed downstairs.
“What on earth are we going to do now?” I said to Lauren.
“You are going to put on a dress and some make-up,” she said. “Come on lets start with some makeup.”
Now I was stuck. There was no way out of this except running out of the front door and not coming back. I didn’t think that was an option so I prepared to be dressed as a girl again. We pulled the chair back to the dresser where I sat and Lauren watched me put my makeup on. All of the usual stuff. I was getting better at it now as I had done it a couple of times.
We tried to do the makeup light with only a little eye liner and only a little color over the eyes with pale pink lipstick and no gloss. Then Lauren combed my hair and added a slide to one side where she brushed that side over my ear then used some hair spray to make it stay in place.
Then we went to her closet where I threw off my shorts and Lauren saw the bikini bottoms looking a little damp and dirty.
“You had better get rid of those,” she said.
She went to her dresser and brought back a full white corset, a pair of white control panties, maxipad, with some chicken fillets to fill out the chest space. She pulled and tugged on me for a couple of minutes till I had a slim little waist and a decent little pair of little tits that stuck out in front of me like lemons.
The view and the sensation gave me a tingle in my extra bits and an extra degree of smile on my face. She then gave me a pair of medium tan tights, which I put on, then a white full slip that went down to mid thigh. Everything felt wonderful as it went on but I had very little time to appreciate it all because I felt that time was against us.
Lauren went into the closet and came out with an exquisite purple and blue patterned sleeveless wrap dress with a plunging v neckline that really didn’t reveal anything of my chest apart from a hint of cleavage. It had a thin belted waist and a multilayer hem finishing a couple inches above the knee. She opened the back zipper and held it for me while I stepped into it.
There was that feeling again. It was astonishing to me to feel so feminine wrapped in such sensuous soft and silky material. It sent shivers up and down my entire body as she closed the zipper and Lauren saw the look of rapture on my face.
“No time to enjoy yourself now,” said Lauren. “Put those black pumps on and let’s get downstairs to see my mother before anyone else comes.”
We walked out of the bedroom down the stairs into the grand entranceway. I had only a brief look at myself in the mirrors while passing but I knew I looked fantastic. I felt fantastic too. But what Mrs. Martini would think only the next few moments would tell.
“My goodness you are beautiful,” said Mrs. Martini walking in from the kitchen. “You look every bit as beautiful as Lauren does in that dress. I would never have believed it unless I saw it for myself.”
Now I was feeling very self conscious. Mrs. Martini knew I was a boy, and would see me as a boy in the near future and knew what I looked like as a girl. Life I feel is going to get very confusing from now on. I stood in the entranceway posing for her for a few moments while she looked me up and down.
“OK Mom can we get him back into his regular thing before anyone comes?”
“Not yet Lauren. The two of you come and sit down and Mitch is going to tell me how he feels wearing a dress and looking pretty. Come and sit with me in the kitchen for a moment.”
We followed Mrs. Martini into the kitchen and we sat around the kitchen table.
“You did a nice job on the hair and makeup considering you only had a couple of minutes,” she said.
“Thanks you,” both Lauren and I answered together.
“So tell me Mitch. How does it feel to be sitting here in a dress talking to me? I need you to tell me this so I can understand where to go with this because this wearing dresses thing is not going to stop here I’m sure. Tell me how you feel?”
How did I feel? I felt stupid I knew that. What was I going to say? I feel the wetness in your daughter’s panties around my semi erect penis. I feel the corset pushing my chest up to make my tits stick out in front of me. I realized I had to say how I felt without mentioning the sexual excitement part.
“Take your time Mitch but don’t take all night!” said Mrs. Martini.
“I do feel stupid being called Mitch when I am wearing a dress and I know I look like a girl.”
“So do you have a girl’s name?’ asked Mrs. Martini.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I call myself Sophia Martini.”
“Martini!” asked Mrs. Martini. “Why are you using our name?”
“Because Lauren told me that you told her that you almost called her Sophia and the names sound so beautifully romantic together, and we could say that Lauren and I are cousins or sisters.”
“I see,” she said. “I have always loved the name Sophia and at times we do consider you to be part of the family. I am OK with that, but I need to know what you are feeling wearing a dress and looking so pretty.”
“Well. I have a lot of conflicting feelings going on right now. Firstly I am embarrassed to be sitting here in front of you because you know that I am a boy and the next time you see me I will be in boys’ clothes and it feels weird that you know that about me.”
“OK I can understand that, but what else. How does the dress make you feel?”
“The dress makes me feel pretty. I feel proud of the fact that I can be pretty. Nobody thinks I am attractive as a boy.”
“But Lauren loves you. Doesn’t that count?”
“It is wonderful to think that Lauren loves me, but that’s not the same. Lauren and I have been best friends since long before I knew the difference between girls and boys, and I have always loved her because we get on so well together.”
“But don’t you think that Lauren is attracted to you sexually now because I know she is.”
Now I felt embarrassed but how could I be any more embarrassed than I already was. I was a boy wearing a dress getting the third degree from my girlfriend’s mother.
“I never feel attractive as a boy and I don’t know why Lauren is attracted to me other that we are best friends and have been since we were tiny.”
“So you only feel attractive when you are dresses as a girl then?”
“I feel more attractive. Girls don’t normally look at me at all. They seem to go straight to the big tough looking guys like Carter and Warren.”
“So do you want to be attractive to Carter and Warren?”
“No,” I said. “I don’t want to kiss boys or anything.”
“But it looks like that is what you are trying to do. Dressed like that there are very few young men who could resist you. Most girls who dress like you would love to be kissed by Carter or Warren. Why don’t you?”
“Because I am a boy.”
“Are you sure, or do you really feel like a girl inside.”
“I am not sure. I like feeling like a girl, but I don’t know if I want to be a girl all of the time. I think that because I am a boy, I enjoy feeling like a girl sometimes. I think I might enjoy feeling like a girl even more than you do because you are a girl all of the time. Maybe I enjoy feeling like a girl because I can’t be a girl. Does that make sense?”
“OK I think I am beginning to get the picture. I am comfortable with your answers. Now go and get into your boy clothes before someone comes. We will talk about this some more when we have time.”
We started walking down the hall towards the front entranceway and the stairs, but at that very moment we got to the entranceway, in through the front door walked Lauren’s dad and three other people I didn’t know, blocking our way so we couldn’t move past. There was an older lady and a younger couple in their twenties. Mr. Martini was telling the older lady that Mrs. Martini, it seems her name is Sandra, had been cooking all afternoon when his eyes found mine.
Lauren’s Dad looked at me and suddenly developed one of those ‘I am really good looking’ kind of smiles and made his way towards me. I was frozen to the spot and didn’t know where to look.
“OK someone help me out. Do I have another beautiful daughter I didn’t know about?” he said.
Lauren stepped forward. “This is Sophia. She is a friend of mine from school. She was just leaving.”
No I was not I thought to myself. I couldn’t go outside in these clothes, but there again I did yesterday, but I had nowhere to go right now. The other people in the room were saying hi and giving each other hugs. I wanted to be hugged too but they didn’t know that.
“We are very please to meet you Sophia,” said Mr. Martini “You are a very pretty girl, just as pretty as our beautiful Lauren, and almost as pretty as my beautiful wife I must add.” He was flirting, but only as much as he could with his wife, daughter and mother in the same room.
Then his mother slapped him on the hand. ”What about me?” she said winking at Lauren and me. “You told be I was the prettiest girl around.”
“You have caught me out again Mother. But please forgive me. There are so many beautiful women gathered together in the same room its making head spin.”
“Jack!” Mrs. Martini had moved to Mr. Martini’s side and was doing the two arms on one of his trick. He turned and was instantly under control. “Take out guests into the family room and get them some drinks.”
“The family room” he asked.
“Yes darling. They will be able to watch the sun go down over the bay from there. I have to speak to Lauren and Sophia.” Mrs. Martini waited as the guests and Mr. Martina went down the hallway and disappeared from sight.
“I am surprised he didn’t ask you to stay for dinner. My husband thought you were very attractive young Sophia.”
Just then Mr. Martini came back to the end of the hallway. “Why don’t you ask young Sophia to stay for dinner darling? I am always happy to have Lauren’s friends around.”
“Yes I know Jack. I am asking her now,” said Sandra.
They were both looking at me. Did they actually expect me to stay for dinner?
“You can if you want you know,” said Sandra. “Jack is very taken with you and I am sure the rest of the family would like to meet you.”
“This is insane.” I said to them. “He thinks that I am a girl and you are willing to let him flirt with me.”
“Listen Miss Sophia,” Said Sandra. “You started this and I have only invited you for dinner. Jack will take them all home in a couple of hours and you can get changed at your leisure before you go home. Anyway this will be a nice experience for you, doing the dishes and stuff.”
“Mom, dishes?” said Lauren. “You usually let Dad do the dishes.”
“He is doing all of the driving tonight, anyway, how could we possibly explain Sophia going up stairs to your room, then Mitch coming downstairs and going home,” said Sandra. “This is the best way. Trust me. And you will have fun.”
“I’ll call your mother,” said Sandra picking up the phone. “Sue, this is Sandra. I have Mitch here and I have invited him to stay for dinner.” And they continued to talk while I paid attention to Lauren. Lauren had wrapped both her hands around my arm and was preparing to start flirting with me.
“Sophie,” she said. “Why don’t we go up to my room for a while? I haven’t had time to do my makeup and I think you could help me with it.” Lauren started walking me up the stairs towards her bedroom.
“Sophia.” Sandra called up the stairs after us. “Your mother is fine with everything. I said I would give you a ride home before 10pm because it is a school night and I know you girls need your beauty sleep.”
I knew she enjoyed saying that. Jez now I was going to have to stay dressed as girl and exchange pleasantries with Lauren’s Grandmother. Not what I had planned for the evening but there again I didn’t have anything planned for this evening. I only really came over to say hi to Lauren and maybe get those pills.
Lauren closed her bedroom door behind us then pushed me down onto her bed where she climbed on top of me putting one knee between my legs. She kissed me heavily with her tongue half way down my throat and I couldn’t move, nor did I want to.
“Goodness freek Lauren.” I said trying to get some air, “Please don’t ever stop but what have I done to deserve this.”
“I wanted to show you what you would be missing if you really decided you wanted to become a girl. I realized from what you said to my mother that you don’t really know what you want so I thought I could put up some good arguments. Am I being the least bit persuasive?”
“You sure are Lauren. Any minute I am going to burst out of my panties.”
“Now that is still not allowed baby girl but I think I may be able to go a little further the next time we are alone, so you are on a promise OK?”
“OK” I said.
There was a knock at Lauren’s door. We both sat upright and Lauren walked over to open the door. I heard the bed make a noise when we got up.
“Ellen,” said Lauren opening the door.
“I hope I am not interrupting anything. Your mother said you were coming up here to do makeup so I thought I would join you,” said the girl I had not been introduced to earlier.
“Oh sure, come in. We were just playing a silly game,” said Laren.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I have girlfriends of my own and I know there is nothing like a good hug from your best friend.” Ellen came over to me.
“Hi I’m Ellen Trang. I am engaged to Stu, Lauren’s cousin.” She said reaching out her hand.
“I’m Sophia or Sophie whatever. Nice to meet you.”
Ellen was very pretty. She had long wavy dark hair and deep brown eyes. She wore small rimless glasses but they did not hide her beautiful eyes and high cheekbones. I guessed she was in her twenties. I was also guessing that he had more than a little Asian influence in her family history.
“Can I give you a hug,” she said. “I noticed that when everyone else was getting hugs you looked kind of left out.”
“Sure,” I said thinking that sounded a little foreword buy what the hey.
I put my arms out to her and she moved in between them. She wrapped her arms around me and held every inch of me against her, one hand around my waist and the other to my neck gently pushing my head down into her neck as put my arms around her. She smelled wonderful as my face was buried in her hair and our stomachs laid flat against each other and her very adequate chest melded into mine.
She was incredible. She gently kissed my my neck just below my ear in a spot where I knew Lauren couldn’t see because she was on the other side and made me shiver. Then she moved back and held me at arms length.
“You are a very beautiful young woman and I hope we can become good friends,” she said, “just like Lauren and I are. In fact the same as all of the Martini women are, good friends who share all of our secrets but never our men. Isn’t that right Lauren?”
“You bet,” said Lauren. I wasn’t totally convinced that Lauren was completely at ease with Ellen yet but she did say all of the right things. She certainly sounded like one of the Martini women. Stick together no secrets and all that stuff. I remember Miranda saying those kind of things.
“So you know Miranda,” I said, then I instantly regretted it. Sophia didn’t know Miranda, only Mitch did.
“Of course and how long have you known Miranda, Sophie.”
“Er, no I don’t actually.” I said tying to cover up. “But Lauren has told me that she was a model and that she had given Lauren some of her collection of clothes, some of them new with the labels still on.”
“Is that so Lauren. I haven’t spoken to Miranda in a couple of weeks. She said she was going to let me have a look through her closet some time but we haven’t got around to it yet. I will have to call her. A girl has always got room in her closet for another designer dress, isn’t that so Sophie?”
I didn’t answer but I smiled for her.
“We will make sure that you get to meet Miranda as she loves to meet all of Lauren’s friends and keep tabs on the good looking women in the area”
Ellen looked at me like she knew something I didn’t. Ellen had a different personality to the other Martini women, maybe because she had become one by marriage and not birth. She seemed more mysterious and closed than say Miranda and Lauren’s mother appeared as they always appeared open and welcoming, but Ellen certainly fit right in with her good looks and immaculate dress sense.
“I will speak to Miranda and see what we can arrange Ellen,” said Lauren.
“I think we should start with you Sophia,” said Ellen. “Sit down in the chair and let me take a closer look.”
I sat down and Ellen picked up an eyeliner pencil and a tiny cotton bud and started working around my eyes. It was a surreal experience having this beautiful woman so close to me working on my makeup. As she worked she was just inches from my face. I could feel and taste her sweet breath on me and see every skin pore and every individual eyelash as I looked back at her.
“I wish I had time to shape your eyebrows Sophie. You would look much better if you let me widen the gap between them and thin them out a little. They do look a little boyish you know. Doesn’t you Mother help you with them?”
“My mother doesn’t wear makeup very often. She just doesn’t bother. She never comments on mine as long as I don’t wear too much.”
“That a pity,” said Ellen. “Girls need help from their mothers while they are young like you. I bet Miranda would love to help you when she gets her new studio up and running. You and Lauren are just the type of girls she needs to act as models for her to practice her makeup skills and such.”
“I will look forward to it Ellen,” I said.
This much in my face femininity together with these clothes and the way I looked has playing havoc with my boy bits. I really wanted to kiss her while she was so close and being oh so friendly and forward.
Her breasts brushed against my arm as she worked on me and I could taste her breath inside my open mouth. I was feeling intoxicated with her perfume and the sensations of the clothes I was wearing and I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a second of two.
“You seem a little tired Sophia,” said Ellen.
“It’s been a long day,” I said. “I went out shopping with my mother.”
“That’s always nice,” she said. “Buy anything you really wanted?”
“I got my ear’s pierced,” I said.
“For the first time?” asked Ellen. “I thought that most girl’s got their ears pierced one there first birthday’s around here.”
“Lauren only got hers done a week ago,” I said.
“Wow you two are definitely late starters. OK so I think you are done Sophia. I hope the look I have given you is not too old for you. I did give you a little more color around the eyes which tends to make them look deeper.”
Lauren appreciated the look Ellen have given me and she wanted to look the same so Ellen obliged her. After that Ellen touched up her own makeup then Lauren and I added some lip gloss and we were ready to go downstairs.
I had butterflies in my stomach but I had confidence that I look a very convincing girl. I had just had my makeup touched up by a very pretty women who I was certain had no idea that I was a boy and she got so close I could have kissed her. But still the idea of sitting at a dinner table with people four who did not know that I was a boy in a dress was freaking me out. Lauren took me into the kitchen to see her Mom.
“Sophia you look beautiful, as do you Lauren. Ellen is really good with makeup isn’t she?”
She had changed from her usual jeans and tank top and was now wearing a dark blue lace dress with short sleeves and a low neckline showing her wonderful cleavage to its maximum effect. She would not be outdone by the 3 younger women in the room, especially when one of them was a boy.
“Are you OK Sophia?” she said.
“I can’t believe you are making me do this when you know what I am Mrs. Martini.” I said quietly to her.
“Oh chill out Sophia. Nobody knows and you look very pretty. Please just enjoy the company. They are all nice people and are waiting to hear you say something. Just enjoy the conversation and relax, and whatever you do don’t squirm in you seat. You must be confident young lady and join in with the conversation.”
Lauren held my hand as we walked into the dining room. “Sophia you come and sit next to me,” said Sandra.
I sat between Lauren and her mother. It turns out so the three of us could get up to serve the others because we were nearer the kitchen without disturbing the others.
The conversation started with enquiries as to when Stu and Ellen would get married. They had set a date next year but had yet to find a suitable venue for the large wedding that they expected it to be. After we had all finished the salad Sandra went to prepare the next course and Lauren and I took all of the salad dishes out.
Ellen’s boyfriend was a really nice guy, although he didn’t say that much but he was very polite and very handsome. He was in his early twenties and wore jeans and a tee shirt. He had short dirty blonde hair combed up to a point on his head and was wearing lots of woven bands. He smiled at me a couple of times and made me blush.
During the next course the conversation moved to bridesmaids and how Lauren would be one of Ellen’s bridesmaids. Ellen asked me if I had ever been a bridesmaid.
“No never,” I said. “There have not been any family weddings in my family since I was a kid. Still I would love to wear a fancy bridesmaid’s dress. Lauren said she was a bridesmaid earlier this year but she hasn’t let me see her dress.”
“Maybe we can let you try it on later before you go home Sophia,” said Sandra.
“I was never a bridesmaid Sophia,” said Ellen. “But let me tell you that trying on wedding dresses has to be much more fun. When it’s your turn you should go to every dress store in the city and try on ever dress they have. I have already chosen my wedding dress but I am planning to try more on just for the hell of it. I could invite you if you want.
“No thanks Ellen. Isn’t it bad luck to try on wedding dresses before you get engaged?”
“No at all,” said Lauren’s grandmother. “I used to do it with my friends when we were having a bad day. We would go into a wedding shop were nobody knew us and try on the dresses for fun. It always brightened up my day, and I still have a long and happy marriage.”
“May I ask where your husband is Mrs. Martini?” I asked.
“He is off on one of his golfing or fishing trips I am not sure which,” she said. “Just because you are married doesn’t mean you can’t spend time apart. I like to have outings with my friends and we still have sleepovers with husbands excluded once in a while too.”
“You have never been to one of Lauren’s sleepovers Sophia,” said Sandra. “We will have to invite you to one. It’s like having a house full of sisters with no men in sight. You would love it.”
This was all a terrible tease for me. All of this talk of wedding dresses and girl’s sleepovers. I didn’t think I was never going to enjoy, but I certainly enjoyed the idea of doing it.
Dinner went off without a hitch and the rest of the conversation stayed well away from dresses and me until Ellen asked me where I lived. I didn’t think she would know where it was so I told her I lived on San Remo Drive.
“San Remo Drive is where Lauren’s friend Mitch lives isn’t it Sophia, just around the corner from Miranda on Donna Drive,” Ellen replied.
“Yeah we are just down the street.” I said.
“What number?” she said. “I am a real estate agent. I know most of the houses on that street.”
I realized that I couldn’t answer her. If I told her my number she would know it was me.
Lauren’s mother intervened as if to protect me. “Ellen can you join me in the library I have some ideas for places you can hold you’re wedding.”
I didn’t say anything. If I told her the wrong number she could catch me out that way too.
Lauren’s mother interrupted.
“Hold on Sandra. Sophia is just going to tell me what house she lives at.”
“Ellen, leave poor little Sophia alone and come with me to the library. If she doesn’t want to tell you her house number it’s not a problem is it.”
“Fine,” she said. “I was only trying to be friendly. I used to live in that area, maybe I know her family.”
Lauren’s Mon took Ellen’s hand and dragged her away, which I was very glad of. I kept my head down and didn’t look at anybody. ‘This must be how people get found out’ I thought to myself. I felt very small at that moment.
“OK,” said Lauren’s dad. “Sounds like a good time to be taking everyone home. Can we give you a ride too Sophie?”
“No thanks,” I said. “My mother wants to pick me up, but thanks for having me over,” I said.
As everyone else stood up I stood with them and they moved towards the hallway. Ellen and Sandra came out of the library to meet us in the hall. Ellen had a very large smile on her face and I was guessing I knew why she was smiling but I couldn’t be sure. She came over and hugged Lauren and said they will have to go shopping soon.
“Maybe you can come too Sophia?” she said. “I bet I could show you some beautiful dresses that you would love to try on.”
Then she gave me the most amazing hug and let me know that she knew I was wearing a corset but the way she moved her hand up and down the boning. Then she winked at me and kissed me on the cheek.
Had Lauren’s mother told her about me? I was guessing she had on maybe she had already guessed. I realized the number of people who know about me being a boy in a dress could be growing and I could do nothing about it.
The others who were leaving also hugged me including Lauren’s father who momentarily lightly placed one hand on my ass. He certainly thought I was a girl. Then Stu gave me a really nice hug and said he hoped to meet again. Then they disappeared out of the front door and into Jack’s black BMW and they drove away down the street.
I turned to Sandra. “Did Ellen ask if I was a boy?”
“Of course not,” said Sandra. “She just wondered why you wouldn’t tell her your address. I told her your parents were going through a bad patch and for her not to be so pushy.”
I didn’t know if I should believe Sandra, but I had no choice. I asked Lauren is she thought there was a problem but she didn’t notice anything. Maybe it was my imagination.
“So, let’s go up to Lauren’s room,” said Sandra. “Because you have been such a good girl Sophia. I think we can let you try on Lauren’s bridesmaid’s dress. What do you think Lauren?”
“I think our Sophia has been good enough to deserve a treat,” said Lauren as we reached her door. “But only for a few minutes as you did promise to have her home before 10pm.”
Sandra went down the hallway and came back with a large white dress bag and started to open it as she walked back down the hallway. The dress was pale pink and all lace covered. I took my dress off as they both watched and Sandra held the dress out in front of me and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It had very short sleeves and an in-between neckline that was low but not enough to show any cleavage. The back was high. The bodice was form fitting with a slim waist that I just about got into. The skirt was a full A line with a couple of layers of crinoline that ended just below the knee.
It was fabulous. I walked to the mirror to look at myself and was astonished. How could anything ever look more delicate, feminine and unbelievably sexy. My boy bits were doing somersaults again but I had to pretend that there was nothing happening down there or I feel I would be giving the game away.
I wanted to tell them that it made me feel pretty and fulfilled when it actually made me want to jerk my self silly, but I knew where I was and I guessed by the way they had treated me today that there would be more opportunities. I just hugged and thanked them both for an unbelievable couple of hours.
Then the time came to take everything off and get cleaned up. Sandra went downstairs to leave Lauren and I alone. I couldn’t find my bikini bottoms but Lauren had put them in her washing and let me wear her panties home, which was good for me as I didn’t want her to see the mess that was in this pair too.
Lauren gave me a long tight hug before we left her room.
“I hope you realize that we can enjoy wonderful evenings like this without you ever becoming a girl?” she said. I understood what she was saying but I had no time to carry on the conversation as I needed to get home.
Sandra dropped me at my home before 10pm and there was only time to give my Mom and Dad a quick hug before going to bed. I was really tired. I went to bed in the tights that the lady in the dress store had given me, and prepared with a handful of tissues I went to bed remembering the fantastic things that had happened to me today.
Then I remembered that I still didn’t have Lauren’s pills. I called Lauren to see if she could bring them to me, but she said she could not take them to school and I would have to come by her house another time. One more day couldn’t do too much damage I thought, then I slipped into a deep sleep.
I woke in the morning with my mother knocking on my bedroom door. It was already 7:30 and I needed to be out of the house in lees than 30 minutes. No problem! Off to the bathroom for a two minute shower, clean my teeth and time to mat down my hair into the usual drowned rat look, but then as I was checking out my face I notice a blackhead on my upper lip. I don’t get them or so I thought, then as look at this blackhead, I noticed it.
A dark hair above my top lip. Oh shit it’s started.
I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms
I didn’t know it could be like this.Chapter 14.
Pimples.
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My dad had always told me that one day I would start growing hairs on my face and chest, then my chin and shoulders would broaden and I would turn into a man, but what if you don’t want that to happen. I guess I had done better than most boys.
I was almost 16 and this was the first sign of facial hair and the first pimple I can remember, but it was still upsetting. I got dressed for school and went downstairs for breakfast. My Mom noticed my pimple as soon I sat down.
“What’s that on your face?” she said, she put one hand on my neck to steady me then she touched it with her thumb. “You never get pimples do you Mitch? And I can feel here a couple of strong hairs growing. I guess you are going to turn into a man after all.”
“Yes Mom,” I said, without any enthusiasm.
“Whatever is the matter Mitch? I thought you would be glad to know that you were changing into a man at last.”
“I certainly don’t want to get hairy and mean like the other guys at school. All hairy faced, pimply and bad tempered. You know that I don’t like being mean to anybody. The boys at school pick on each other and fight in the hallways. I don’t want to be like that.”
“My goodness Mitch! I had no idea you felt that way.”
“I told you I am not like other boys Mom.”
“So what are you like Mitch?” she said.
“I don’t know Mom,” I said. I was realizing that I had to change my attitude here. I didn’t want to give too much away. I was not ready to tell her that I wanted to be a girl or anything because I had not made my mind up yet.
“All I know is that I do not want to be hairy-faced or pimply and I don’t want to be mean and fight anybody, which is what the other boys my age seem to want to do. Is that reasonable Mom?”
“I guess so sugar, but you can change all of those things yourself. If you don’t want pimples I will get you some Clearasil. If you don’t want hair on your face you can shave. And if you don’t want to fight people then don’t fight. I fail to see the problem. You are going to become a man Mitchell Neil and there isn’t a dam thing anyone can do about it. But what kind of man you become is up to you.”
I knew what kind of man I wanted to be. I want to be the kind of man who wears dresses and makeup and is admired for being beautiful, and I couldn’t do that with pimples and a hairy face.
“Do you think I am being silly Mom?” I said.
“Just a little Mitch, but your body is about to go through some pretty big changes in the next couple of years. Being concerned about that is understandable, but don’t go overboard on us Mitch. Every boy goes through exactly the same thing but I am sure most boys don’t worry about it like you are. Most boys look forward to it.”
“But as I said Mom I am not like most other boys.”
“Well Mitch I have a feeling that soon enough you will become like other boys and there is not a lot you can do about it, so I suggest you just get over it and plan on welcoming the new you.”
Not much sympathy there I thought to myself. But unless I told her how I really feel I couldn’t expect anything different. But I didn’t have the courage to say anything yet as I didn’t really know what I wanted to do about anything. I got ready for school and headed out to while I was still on time.
On the way to school I noticed Carter was coughing a little and holding one arm down by his side. I asked him what was the matter.
“If you had been there you would have seen it.” He said. “Some linebacker speared me with his helmet.”
“How can you spear someone with your helmet?” I said, “Isn’t a helmet a little blunt?
“Spearing is when you dive at someone head first,” said Warren.
“I know that I was just trying to be funny.” I said, but I really didn’t know.
“Anyway where were you?” said Warren. “You said you were gonna’ come watch the game with all the other guys?”
“My Mom wanted me to go into LA with her to visit my Grandfather,” I said. “We stayed longer than she planned.”
“Listen Mitch you are gonna’ have to say no to your Mom more often. The game is important. We need all the support we can get. Next week we are going to Anaheim on the bus and we expect you with us. Got It?”
“I got it Warren. I won’t let you down. As long as my Mom doesn’t have anything special arranged.”
“There isn’t anything more important than supporting your buddies Mitch. Tell her in advance you are coming with us.”
The smell of testosterone around here was pungent. The big guys at the back were all shouting and pushing each other down the hallway. I couldn’t wait to get into my class. I was feeling miserable enough without all of that crap.
When I got into my form room Mr. Washington was already there and Lauren was already in her desk. Lauren was looking just as sweet as ever. No glasses today and just a little makeup. She noticed I looked a little miserable and put both of her hands on my right forearm and then rested her head on my shoulder.
“Lauren Martini” Mr. Washington shouted across the room. Lauren pulled herself back to her desk immediately. “We may not have started class yet but you are not supposed to be touching that boy like that anywhere on school property. This is really your final warning just because class hasn’t started yet. If I see you touching that boy for any reason during the next 5 days and on school property, you will be at opposite ends of the room for the rest of the year. The rest of the class I am sure will remind me.”
Great I thought. Now I am even getting a bad time from my teacher. The rest of the day was just as annoying. All I wanted to do was to talk to Lauren and make arrangements to get those pills, but since Lauren had stopped wearing glasses and started wearing makeup she had been adopted by the Laguna beach babes and was never on her own.
I could see that she wanted to talk and we did exchange a few nice words, but because of what I wanted to talk about, I couldn’t say anything when there was the slightest possibility of being overheard, so I didn’t say anything.
I waited for Lauren outside school in our usual spot near the road outside the school and I was relived to see her bounding out of school looking really glad to see me. She gave be the most delicious little hug, as good as I could get in a public place and we walked off hand in hand towards home.
“You looked like you really wanted to see me today Mitch. Whatever is the matter?”
“I just needed to speak to you Lauren. You know I am the only person I can really talk to.”
“That’s really sweet Mitch and I would love to talk to you, but my dad will be around any minute because I am doing a training course at ‘The Parasol.’ It will be my last one. After tonight my regular nights will be Tuesday and Thursday but I will occasionally be called in at other times but I don’t have to take them.”
“So you don’t have any time for me tonight?”
“Not until after work. Poor Mitch! Nobody to talk to! It must be really difficult being you today, whatever is the matter.”
I knew I didn’t have any time to explain things slowly and quietly so I just laid it all out for her in one blob. “Look I got my first few hairs on my top lip today, and I got a great big pimple. I really need those pills of yours to make this stuff go away.”
As I finished my little tirade Lauren’s father came by in the Black Bavaria to pick Lauren up.
“Text me later before you go to bed,” she said. She kissed me on the lips and got into the car. “We have to make arrangements about tomorrow.” Then she was gone.
I felt a little sorry for myself and started to walk home, hands in pockets, pack over my shoulders I kicked at the grass to take out my frustration on something, then I heard someone calling me from behind.
“Hold on little buddy,” shouted Carter as he and Warren came running down the road to catch up with me. “What happened to Lauren, she was with you a minute ago?”
“Her Dad picked her up because she is working tonight.”
“Oh,” Said Warren. “So you gonna’ come shoot some hoops with us Mitch?”
“You don’t need me to shoot hoops with. I just get in the way, and anyway I thought there was something wrong with your arm Carter.”
“My arm is fine now,” said Carter. “Warren punched me on the other side so it balances out.”
“You normally just hang out with us,” said Warren. “We enjoy having you around. You are our buddy and we I haven’t spoken to each other in a week. What have you been up too lately anyway?”
I was now walking in between Carter and Warren. Warren reached his hand around and rested his arm on my shoulders. I let it sit there for a few seconds but his arms were really heavy so I twisted my shoulders around and let his arm fall.
“Not much.” I said. “I have been hanging around with Lauren sometimes and I have a babysitting job a couple of nights a week so I have some money. I have earned $100 already.”
“Wicked,” said Carter. “Let’s go down to the beach and spend some.”
“I can’t tonight guys, but maybe later in the week I could. I gotta’ be somewhere tonight.”
“So where you got to be tonight that’s so special?” said Warren.
“It’s not special, but I am going around to see the woman I baby sit for. She makes me a meal and I have a swim in her pool.”
“I don’t mind going for a swim in somebody’s pool,” said Carter.
“And what is so special about this woman that you would blow off your buddies for anyway?” said Warren.
“I am not blowing you off. She’s nice,” I said “and she has go really big tits, and when she puts her bikini on to go for a swim she has a wicked body.”
“All the more reason we should go with you Buddy,” said Carter.
“So she has a good body, but what is her face like?” said Warren.
“Well she is really pretty like you wouldn’t believe. She used to be a model and she is only 25.”
“So why isn’t she a model now?” said Warren.
“Well you know what I think? I think models are all skinny girls with little or no tits. I think Miranda was skinny when she was younger but when she got older her tits filled out and now her tits are too big.”
“How can her tits be too big?” said Carter.
“Not too big,” I said. “Just too big for a skinny model. Her tits would look marvelous on a porn star or a hooker. I guess she just can’t fit into those skinny model size dresses.”
“You’re kidding me. She is that good looking?” said Warren.
“Well if she is that good,” said Carter. “You have to find some way to get us in that pool when she is there. We gotta’ see this girl.”
“I don’t know about that guys. Their house is all fenced and gated. You are never going to see over that fence.”
“That is not what I meant little buddy. You have got to get us an invite,” said Warren. “After building this girl up so much you don’t expect to tell us we are never going to see her. Somehow you are going to get us an invite so we can see her.”
“OK I can try,” I said. “But don’t hold your breath. I don’t know how I would approach the subject.”
“That’s easy,” said Warren. “Just say that you were talking to your friends about your really nice pool and we asked if we could see it and maybe go for a swim. She won’t know you have been telling us about how big her tits are. You could also say that you told your friends that she is a really nice person and we said that we like really nice people and we asked to meet her. Be creative. I know you can handle it.”
“You are the smartest guy we know,” said Carter. “I am sure you can figure something out.”
“I will try,” I said.
“Good enough for us little buddy. So are we going to hang out later in the week? Let’s go spend some of your money down by the beach,” said Warren.
“Sounds good guys. See you in school.”
Carter and Warren headed off towards their favorite basketball court and I headed home.
Mom was at home when I got there wearing one of the pretty dresses she bought from that dress store. You know the store. This dress was fawn and beige and had spaghetti straps revealing her shoulders that looked very pale for someone who lives in this area.
“Hi Mom, that dress looks very pretty on you, but I think you need to get some sun on your shoulders because it makes you look a little pale.”
“Thank you Mitch, but that is why I am wearing this dress, so I can get some sun on my shoulders. So what time are you due over at Miranda’s house?”
“Oh I have to go to Miranda’s house! I had almost forgotten,” I said hoping she wouldn’t catch me lying. “She said come over at about five so we can eat together, if you don’t mind that is.”
“I have no problem Mitch, but your father commented that you haven’t stayed home at all for the last week. How are you going to get your homework done?”
“No problem Mom. Lauren and I did the last bunch on Saturday morning and I have another batch to do on Wednesday. But don’t worry Mom. I always manage to get straight A’s and that’s not going to change.”
“That’s nice for you dear. So what is so good about Miranda’s cooking that makes you want to go over there Mitch?”
“Nothing really Mom. She does mostly the same food as you do, but she puts more seasoning, herbs and sauces on stuff.”
“So am I going to have to get cooking lessons from Miranda too?”
“No Mom you’re cooking is fine, just different to Miranda’s. No one said there was anything wrong with your cooking.”
“But you said you liked Miranda’s cooking more than mine!”
“No I didn’t Mom. You asked me what I liked about Miranda’s cooking. Look please can we start again? Hi Mom you look really pretty in that dress.”
“Thank you again Mitch and how much time do you have before you go over to Miranda’s house? I thought we could sit and talk for a while.”
“I have a couple of minutes Mom. What do you want to talk about?”
She reached into one of the kitchen cupboards, pulled something out. “Here,” she said, placing a bottle of Clearasil and a Gillette shaver in front of me. “I was going to give you a shaver for your birthday so you are getting one of your presents early.”
“Thanks Mom,” I said, but I just couldn’t find any enthusiasm to go with it. “Just what I needed.”
“No need to go overboard with the thanks Mitch,” she said. “No one noticed anything at school did they did they?”
“There is no way they would notice me having a one blackhead when most of the boys in my year have dozens of them. I just blend in better now,” I said trying not to let my disgust at the blemish on my upper lip get the best of me, but I wasn’t do a very good job.
“I don’t get this attitude Mitch. What is so bad about growing up like other people do?”
“I told you Mom. I am not like other boys.” I said sounding just like any of them.
“Well at this moment I don’t believe you. Yesterday you were the sweetest kid I could ever wish for and today you are just a bear. Nothing is right with you and everything I say seems to upset you. You are acting like the stereotypical adolescent male that yesterday you said did not want to be.”
She was right in a way. I was being a complete ass. I had to try and make things better. I didn’t want to upset my Mom. She had been very good to me.
“Look. I am really sorry for being like this Mom. I want to show you that I am different first by saying that I understand and acknowledge that you are right and I am being juvenile and insensitive.”
“Oh bullshit Mitch. Don’t give me that condescending crap. Just get out of here and try to adjust your attitude for the next time I ask you how your day was.” And she stormed quietly into the library and closed the door behind her.
I guess I had left it too late before I tried to turn things around. I thought about going to apologize to Mom again but I realized that she was upset with me and would not feel any better for a few hours. Maybe I could apologize tomorrow. Right now I had to get ready to go to Miranda’s house and I wanted to get rid of that blackhead.
The disgusting thing came out but it left an aggravated red mark and I knew that it was a bad time to try to shave that hair because it was too close to the red mark. I just had to leave it and get ready for Miranda’s. I combed my hair away from my face knowing that I wasn’t going to see anyone but Miranda, Robert and April tonight.
I dressed in my usual black tie and tux and headed for Miranda’s house. Neither my Mom nor my Dad came out to see me walk down the road. Having made the leap from boy to adolescent I no longer needed to be looked after.
I was round at Miranda’s in a couple of minutes, but before I rang the bell I needed to calm myself down and present a happier face to Miranda. She was one of the best parts of my life right now, as was my Mom, but I had better not let Miranda see this dark side of me. I took a few deep breaths and counted to five with my eyes closed. I smiled to myself and rang the doorbell.
I didn’t know it could be like this.
Chapter 15.
By Symphony Simms
I smiled to myself and rang the doorbell.
Miranda came to open the door with April in her arms.
“Hi Mitch please come in,” she said and she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek while holding April away from me, then she brought April around till she was in my face.
“You have your ears pierced Mitch and diamonds too. Isn’t that a little risqué for a boy your age?”
“I don’t think so Miranda. I have been wearing them all day and nobody at school noticed.”
“Give Mitch a kiss darling,” she said as April bumped her mouth into my cheek then bounced her hand onto my nose. It was very sweet.
“Can I hold her,” I said.
“Of course you can Mitch,” she said and she passed April over to me. I held her tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Come through to the great room and you can tell me about your weekend.”
I followed Miranda through the house and considered my weekend. Miranda was wearing a silky flowing patterned dress with shimmering reds and blues with a deep neckline showing her fabulous cleavage to its best advantage. The dress had little bows at the very top of her shoulders and a same material sash belt tied at the waist with another bow.
She wore shimmering blue sparkling open high-heeled shoes with probably I guessed bare legs. These were the kind of clothes that my mother could wear if only someone would show her, but my mother was moving in the right direction as she had worn a dress two days in a row, which must be a record.
Then I thought about the clothes I took for myself that my mother took for herself. Miranda must have thought that it was my intention was to give them to my mother. Miranda didn’t know about me dressing in her clothes. How could she think otherwise?
Miranda sat on the big leather couch and motioned me to sit next to her. I began to tell her about my weekend.
“Well,” I said trying to compose my thoughts. “I had a really nice day on Saturday with Lauren, which you were a part of, then yesterday I spent the day with my mother and went to visit my grandfather. I haven’t seen him for a few years.”
“And how did that go?”
“Oh fine. My mother had told me earlier in the day that they had an upset but they had now ironed out their differences and were going to get to know each other all over again.”
I continued telling Miranda about my day out with my mother. The photographs of my grandmother and me looking like her. I told her about us getting my mother a makeover and getting our ears pierced and I told her about us going into the dress store and getting a few dresses.
Miranda listened intently while I was talking, but after a few minutes I noticed that April had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Miranda explained that April had missed her afternoon sleep today and consequently needed to go to bed early, so I followed Miranda up to April’s room where we prepared April for bed.
April was easy to prepare for bed. Miranda simply changed her diaper, gave her a quick wash down with some mild soapy warm water, then after she had been dried with a soft towel she was sprinkled with baby-powder and dressed in some teddy-bear pajamas. Unbelievably simple! Miranda wanted me to know how to do it case she left me at home with April before her bedtime and needed me to put her to bed.
“Do you think you can handle that on your own Mitch?”
“No problem,” I said. “You can rely on me.”
So we both kissed April good night then Miranda put her in crib, closed April’s curtains and we left the room gently closing the door behind us.
But as we walked away from April’s room Miranda did something I did not expect. She walked me straight into her room and closed the door then she pushed me against the wall and hugged me.
“Put your arms around me,” she said. “I have something to talk to you about.”
“Whatever is the matter,” I said, beginning to get worried that she might have discovered come stains on her dresses or something like that. I was concerned, but at the same time I was becoming aroused because her beautiful breasts were pressing into my chest and my head was resting on her shoulders and where I was really enjoying the delicious smell of her body and her hair.
“I love you Mitch and I want us to continue to be friends and I want you to keep coming around to visit us and babysit April.”
I was paying attention, but as she spoke her arms were wrapped around me and she had one hand stroking the back of my head. I pulled my head back a little so I could see her face. I didn’t think that whatever it was could be that important, because she still wanted me to baby-sit, so it couldn’t be the clothes, could it?
“I do too Miranda but whatever is the matter?”
“Mitch we have a security system.”
“I know Miranda, Robert showed it to me and gave me the password in case it goes off when I am here.”
“Yes Mitch but he didn’t show you the whole system. We have got cameras as well.”
Now that concerned me. Had Miranda seen me in a dress? Had she seen me walking around the pool with Lauren? I didn’t know how much trouble I was in.
“Where do you have cameras Miranda?”
I didn’t move. I held Miranda a little tighter. I had the feeling that I may not be able to ever hug Miranda like this again, but she had just told me a moment ago that she loved me and wanted me to continue baby-sitting etc. I was confused.
“Well we have quite a few. We have one outside April’s room. We saw you on that one on Friday. Robert saw a girl going from my bedroom to the hallway bathroom and back but we couldn’t find anything of a girl coming into the house.”
Miranda was speaking calmly without any concern in her voice. She wasn’t reprimanding me or anything. She was just telling me what happened.
“We also have inside cameras in the hallway, one in the great room and one in Robert’s office.”
She was leaving me plenty of time to think about what she was saying and did not stop holding me or gently rubbing the back of my head.
“We have others outside.”
I took a little time to consider what I should say. She didn’t seem to be asking for an apology or telling me I was bad.
“I guess you have seen a lot of me over the weekend.”
“We have Mitch, and may I say that you look very pretty in a dress.”
I winced when she said that. I wanted Miranda to like me as a boy. I still had hopes that she would kiss me on the mouth and ask me into her bed to screw the shit out of me. I didn’t really know what it was like to have someone screw the shit out of you, but it sure sounded good. I guess that wasn’t going to happen now. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. My stomach was turning over but I tried to answer her.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“I didn’t say that I want you to do anything Mitch. I am not going to punish you or anything. If you feel the need to wear a dress and put on makeup, who am I to stop you?”
“But I was wearing your clothes,” I said thinking that might make a difference.
“I know, but you didn’t use any of my new underwear and you didn’t stain anything. Why should I be concerned?”
Jez, it seemed like she was giving me permission to do it again. I honestly thought that if I got caught wearing some woman’s clothes I would be in trouble, but not Miranda.
“Would you like to see yourself in a dress on the big screen?”
Oh Shit. Not only did she have a video of me but now she wanted me to see it, but I had this streak of curiosity creep over me. Did I really look that good in a dress? I know it felt good. I nodded my head and we took off downstairs to Robert’s office hand in hand.
Far from this discovery causing conflict between us, Miranda seemed to want to show me the video of my wearing her clothes because she enjoyed it. Surely I couldn’t get away with this unscathed. There must be some punishment.
When we got to Robert’s office, the computer was already on and the video of me was already set up. I sat at the computer desk in the steno’ chair and Miranda stood over me operating the mouse while leaning around me and resting her wonderful left breast on my right shoulder and her left hand upon my chest. I had to lean over as her body pressed mine forward.
“There you are on Friday evening,” said Miranda as the girl in the picture walked across the hall then back again a few minutes later. “We have the system set up to record every time something moves.”
“The next shot was of Lauren and I on Saturday. I was still dressed in my boys’ clothes kissing Lauren’s hand while standing right in front of the camera outside April’s room. Then I went into the bathroom and Lauren walked back and forth from the bathroom to Miranda’ bedroom bringing articles of clothing.
I had forgotten for a moment what happened after that, but I was reminded to my great embarrassment when I could be seen walking across the hallway wearing only a skinny pair of panties with a large pair of tits hanging from my chest.
“They are heavy aren’t they?’ said Miranda. I was so embarrassed, but Miranda seemed to make light of it. “How did they feel? Could you imagine yourself having to plan your life around them? They get in the way of almost everything.”
I had no intention of answering any of Miranda’s questions regarding what it was like to have large breasts. Lauren and I were only playing games wearing those giant breast-forms, but I know that they were not as big as Miranda’s natural breasts.
In the next three shots I had three different dresses on and I was wearing a wig. Then the cameras followed Lauren and me as we went down to the computer.
“If you don’t want to tell me now you can tell me later,” she said.
I didn’t know what she meant by later but I guess I would find out.
The shots from the upstairs camera were not very good quality as the hallway was dimly lit, but shots from the downstairs cameras were of much better quality. I was quite proud of the pretty picture I painted. It was 100% woman and I could see no hint of boy whatsoever, even though I did think the tits were a little over sized, but there again so were Miranda’s.
The cameras did not show what we were looking at on the computer screen and Lauren did not ask, but I am sure Miranda could check the history if she wanted. I don’t remember erasing it.
The video had been edited because it then cut to Lauren and me standing together outside by the pool looking back at the house. There must be a camera immediately above patio door because we looked like we where posing for the camera and then the shot froze.
It was then that was I realized just how pretty the girl in the video was. Lauren looked fantastic too but it was me I was concentrating on. The vision on the screen was extremely attractive and I found myself highly aroused as I remembered that it felt like to wear those beautiful clothes, the corset pulling me in and stockings, oh the stockings.
My boy bits stood to attention in my shorts, and then Miranda looked down and noticed my prominent erection. I tried to cover it with my hands but I had already been discovered.
“Well I think it is obvious that you don’t wear dresses because you desperately want to become a girl do you Mitch?” said Miranda. “Wearing dresses excites you doesn’t it?”
I didn’t want to answer, but Miranda was not going to endure my silence easily.
“Mitch I know you enjoy wearing my clothes and I am OK with it honestly, but I want you to tell me about it. I want to share in your experience. I want to be your friend Mitch, even when you’re wearing my clothes I still love you. I understand that you get excited by it and it’s OK.” She waited for me to reply.
“I really enjoy feeling like a girl,” I said.
“And what else Mitch. Tell me about it.” She took my hands, pulled me up and led me over to the couch.
“It makes me feel good. I really enjoy looking beautiful and seeing myself in the mirror.”
“That’s it Mitch. Just let it all out. Tell me about feeling like a girl.”
We sat beside each other on the edge of the couch and she held both my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. I didn’t want to tell her everything but I felt like I had to.
“The clothes feel exciting when I put them on. They make me feel like a girl. I want to feel like a girl. I want to feel pretty. I want to feel the beautiful clothes against my skin.”
“And when did you first feel the urge to wear girl’s clothes? Was it when you were a little boy?”
“No,” I said. “It was last week when I came here to meet you and go for a swim.”
“On Thursday, was that the first time you ever wanted to put girl’s clothes on?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I never thought about girl’s clothes before that.” I wanted to tell her everything. If felt good to tell someone about how good it felt to wear beautiful clothes. I couldn’t tell the whole truth to Lauren. It wouldn’t feel right.
“When you told me to go into the changing room and get changed to go swimming, you left your clothes over the back of the chair. It was like I had been hypnotized. I just had to touch them.”
“Did you put them on?”
“No, I didn’t think I had time. You might have discovered me.”
“But you wanted to put them on. So when you came around the next night you wanted to wear my clothes.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I said. “I couldn’t sit downstairs knowing that your clothes were upstairs and there was nobody home but April and she wouldn’t care. So I put some of your clothes on.”
“And what did you do?”
Did she think I was going to tell her?
“Did you run to the bathroom and play with your penis Mitch?”
I nodded my head. She put he arms around me and laid my head on her breast. Her wonderful breast. For a moment I thought I could disappear down her cleavage and never be seen again.
“Was it good?” she said.
“What good?”
“Was it good to play with yourself while wearing a dress Mitch?”
My goodness she couldn’t want me to tell her more!
“I’m sorry Miranda I couldn’t help it.”
“I know Mitch. It’s OK. What happened when you played with yourself Mitch?”
“You know Miranda.”
“I know Mitch, but you are going to tell me what happened when you were playing with yourself. You may as well tell me now because you are going to tell me before you leave this room. What happened while you were playing with yourself dressed in my clothes looking at yourself in the mirror?”
“I squirted over the bathroom floor. I’m sorry Miranda.”
“You squirted did you? And what did you squirt?”
“I squirted cum,” I said quietly.
“You squirted what Mitch I didn’t hear you?”
“I squirted cum Miranda.”
“And where did the cum go Mitch?”
“It went on my tights Miranda and some went on the floor.”
“Is that it Mitch, You didn’t squirt anywhere else did you?”
“Just a little bit.”
“Just a little bit what?”
“Just a little bit went on your shoes.”
“And did you clean it all up?”
“Yes Miranda.”
“And what did you do with the tights?”
I was almost crying now and tears were escaping from my eyes. Why she wanted me to talk to her like this I didn’t know. I guess this was my punishment. Did she want to humiliate me into stopping wearing dresses by making tell her I squirted over her floor? It wasn’t working. I knew even now that I would dress up as a girl at the first possible opportunity.
“I took the tights home with me.”
“That’s OK Mitch, and what did you do about the shoes?”
“I cleaned them with some tissue and put them back in your closet.”
“That’s OK Mitch, you can show me which ones later so I can make sure they are clean.”
“They are not there now Miranda. They were in the things I took home on Saturday.”
“Oh that’s right,” she said. “Your mom thought they were for her but you really took them home for yourself. It took me a while to figure that one out I tell you. I just couldn’t figure out why your mother was thanking me. So what happened when you took them home?”
“I had to put them in the hall closet while I went to bed and Mom discovered them before I could hide them.”
“I bet you were surprised?”
“I was gobsmacked! I thought I was going to have my own clothes that I could wear when nobody else was around. Now my Mom has them.”
“Never mind Mitch,” said Miranda. “We will get you some more. Look Mitch I am sorry to put you through that but I wanted to demonstrate to you that you can tell me all this and I am still you friend and I still love you.”
“You can tell me anything Mitch and I will not be upset as long as you tell me the truth and don’t hold anything back. I hate secrets and I hope you never hold any from me, but if you tell me the truth and tell me what you really want, then I will try to help you.”
“You are going to help me?”
“Yes I am Mitch and if you want to we can go upstairs now and I will dress you as a girl.”
For a moment I thought I would throw up. Miranda had just offered to dress me in her clothes. I couldn’t believe it.
“Seriously, you would let me try your clothes on.”
“No Mitch. I will not let you try my clothes on, but I will help you dress as a girl. I don’t do anything by half measures. And I understand that sometime this evening you are going to need to squirt as you put it, but it’s OK. I will help you with that too.”
Oh fuck, I thought to myself. I have been brought up not to swear, but sometimes the occasion justified it. Miranda was going to help me cum. I was suddenly aware of the absolute hardest erection I could ever imagine.
How would she do it? Where would it be? What would she do? My mind was racing. My mouth had dropped open and I was starring blankly at Miranda.
“I will take that as a positive reaction then Mitch,” as she pulled my shorts to highlight the bulge. There was a small obelisk holding up my shorts. Miranda saw it but ignored it.
“So here is the plan so you can prepare yourself. We are going to walk up to my bathroom and you are going to get a shower. While you are in the bathroom I am going to give you some underwear that you are going to put on that is going to hide your boy parts, but when you put this item of clothing on your erection must be gone and your penis folded backwards. It won’t work otherwise. Think about your father or the president or something but get rid of that erection.”
She then pushed my mouth closed with her hand on my chin and gave me a kiss on the lips before pushing me in the direction of the stairs. She tasted very clean and sweet. I wanted to kiss her some more.
“Go.” She said. “I will be right with you.”
I walked up the stairs ahead of Miranda. She was just behind me all of the way, in fact she put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed as we got to the top of the stairs, then she directed me away from the bathroom and into her bedroom.
“Not that bathroom Mitch, I mean my bathroom.” She directed me behind her dresser to another door and opened it for me and walked in ahead of me. I hadn’t realized that this room was here. I thought the bathroom across the hall was Miranda’s bathroom.
This was less like a bathroom and more like Cleopatra’s harem. The bath must have seated three at least and was lit by a stained glass window that overlooked the pool framed by red curtains.
There was a separate glass walled shower and across the room there were four doors leading I don’t know where. One of them must be a toilet because it didn’t go down to the floor. The floor and the walls were finished in silky white on white marble with deep red wood cupboards and doors with gold trimmings and handles. There were shelves with dozens of creamy white towels and other stuff.
There were red glass candles holders on the counters and around the bath and bunches of flowers decorated the room. The sculptured and scalloped ceiling was lit by a hundred small lights and the room must have been twice the size of my bedroom. I was amazed.
“It’s just a bathroom Mitch. Go have a shower. Shave any hairy bits under your arms or on your chest with the shaver on the counter and put these on, then come out into the bedroom.” She handed me a tiny pair of panties and a pink silk dressing gown then she walked out of the room.
This was it. This was one of those moments I had been dreaming about for the last couple of nights since I saw Miranda’s clothes on the back of the chair. Miranda was going to help me dress as a girl. I had an erection like a rock and I hadn’t seen any clothes yet.
I thought briefly about my dad and the president but those thought were not strong enough to displace thoughts about Miranda’s clothes, so I threw off my clothes and got into the shower.
I soaped and shampooed myself with the delicious smelling products that Miranda had left for me them as I cleaned myself. I had the idea that my erection always subsided after I came, so I pulled myself off in the shower thinking of what might happen to me tonight.
I even thought about how good it would be if Miranda came into the shower with me. Her giant soapy tits rubbing against me as I pulled at myself and even her doing it to me. It didn’t take long. I had to wipe some cum off the shower wall but it was gone in a moment.
It was just like cleaning myself out before the real action that would come later. Then I shaved like she said but nothing much got removed. I got out of the shower and got dried.
I put the funny looking panties that Miranda had given me. They tied around the waist and locked me in position like no ordinary panties could have done. I had to think of crocodiles and spiders and stuff before I put them on but after I adjusted them my boy bits could not be seen. My balls disappeared inside my body and my penis was pulled back towards my asshole.
I put on the beautiful gown and it made me shiver as the wonderful silk slipped across my body. I went out into the bedroom and Miranda was waiting for me in a silk dressing gown of her own. She sat me down at the vanity and faced me towards her.
“You have already been in this room and sat at this vanity haven’t you?”
“Yes Miranda. Friday and Saturday!”
“So this will not be totally unfamiliar to you. First we are going to give you some breasts.” She opened a box and took out a beautiful pair of breast forms. She tried them against me then reached for some glue from the box.
“This is a temporary adhesive,” she said. “It will come off later before you have to go home.”
She applied the glue them attached them to me. Then she worked on the seams between my skin and the forms with a gel to make a smooth transition, then she used an airbrush to apply makeup around the beasts and the seams disappeared.
I couldn’t believe it. Now I had breasts. About a ‘C’ I would say, but with nice big protruding nipples. I was very impressed. Miranda wrapped my hair in a towel and started on my makeup. She commented on the red mark above my lip and said she would take car of it, and she noted the tiny dark hairs that were appearing on my top lip. She pulled out a large pencil sized toll from her dresser and stroked it across where the hairs were. They just disappeared.
“These are really beautiful Miranda but if you don’t mind me asking, how come you have beast forms?”
“I bought them for you Sophia!”
“Why thank you Miranda, but how did you know to call me Sophia?”
“Why Sophia you forget who you have been spending your time with. You may have been here on your own on Friday, but you were here again on Saturday with my niece Lauren, and yesterday evening you went to dinner with my oldest sister Sandra and some other members of my family.”
“We girls don’t have secrets from each other and you will be expected to share all of your secrets with them too as you are now considered one of the Martini family women now, while you are wearing a dress anyway.”
That was an ominous thought. Sharing all of my secrets with all of the Martini women. Did that mean that I had to tell Sandra about having my hand inside Lauren’s vagina on Saturday morning? But she hadn’t really answered my question about breast forms.
“But Miranda, on Saturday evening I saw a draw with about eight pairs of breast forms. Surely you did not buy them all for me.”
“No you are quite right Sophia. When I was younger I bought a couple of them to enhance my figure but again that is not the whole story. The truth is Sophie that you are not the first boy to sit in this chair. There have been a couple of others.”
“Anyone I know,” I said.
“Yes Sophia you have met a couple of them.”
“Is Robert one of them?” I asked.
“This no secrets rule can sometimes work against you, but you are now included in our family so I have to tell you. Yes Robert has sat in this chair. He looks very good as a woman as you can imagine, but it is not really his thing. He only does it because I ask him to.”
“So what is his thing Miranda?”
“His thing is me Sophia. Please remember what you have already been told. We share our secrets but not our men.”
“But aren’t you sharing me with Lauren?”
“Only with her permission. You are her man and we all understand that. I am helping you and her right now by introducing you to the ways of our family.”
The ways of the family. What was I getting myself into?
While we were talking, Miranda had applied most of my base makeup. She had plucked my eyebrows a little to give them a better shape and increase the gap between them. She had done my eyelids, eyelashes and lined my eyebrows and was adding some lip liner.
My face had changed considerably. My eyes were now much bigger and my cheekbones more pronounced. I was that girl again and she had not even started on my hair. She had me to put on my own lipstick and lip gloss, always one of my favorite parts.
Miranda then took away the towel from my head and started on my hair. She sprayed a preparation on my hair and started brushing before she turned on the drier. In a few moments she had lifted my hair at the back, blow dried and teased my hair with curling irons and other things for quite some time before she declared the hair complete.
I was watching the whole time and I can say I my smile was growing minute by minute from their effort. The style she had chosen made it look better than I had dreamed my scraggy hair could ever look.
She made an unequal part on the left side, but below the part she made my hair go behind my ear. On the other side my hair swooped right across above my eye and in front of my right ear. The top stood up above my head with a few spiked bits sticking out of the top. I looked totally professional and amazingly feminine. Miranda said I looked like I had a concave haircut which made me look a little like Victoria Beckham.
I stood up to look at the vision before me. The face and hair was that of a very pretty late teen or early twenties woman. I had tits for a woman that looked very convincing too. Miranda walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of beautiful white lacy panties and gave them to me. I put them on and they t covered the pair I was wearing apart from the strap around the waist.
Miranda then threw off her robe to reveal that she to was wearing only the same white thong.
“What do you think? Two pretty women ready to get dresses for the evening.”
We stood there looking at each other in the mirror. I wanted to spend time looking at Miranda’s tits, but I realized that mine looked pretty good too. We were both amazingly hot.
Miranda faced towards me and pulled me towards her.
I looked her in the eyes as we were about the same height. We held each other Miranda’s fabulous breasts rested against mine which were not very sensitive, but the view was phenomenal. I was resting my bare stomach against Miranda’s bare stomach. If my penis wasn’t held back I could have blown my load right then, but I was contained.
“Let’s get dressed,” she said.
Miranda reached into the top draw of her dresser and pulled out two almost identical strapless white corsets. Hers was only different because the bra area was a lot fuller. The corsets were lined with a soft white satin like material inside and out and were heavily boned and very rigid. I helped her lace up her corset at her back.
Miranda’s corset was easy to lace up because she already had curves in all the right places and just a few discrete pulls on the laces brought Miranda’s waist in deliciously. The corset made her tits stand up more rounded and fuller above the horizontal bra top and I had the urge to touch them, but I thought it best to hold on to that one.
The bottom end of the corset finished above the top of her crotch leaving the main part of her panties tantalizingly exposed. The corsets also had suspenders attached three for each leg.
Miranda moved to put me into my corset. It fit in exactly the same way as Miranda’s but it took far more squeezing and pulling to get my corset closed. I could feel my sides being held in and my stomach being flattened. My tits were being pushed up by the pressure making them fuller and rounder above my bra top. They jiggled and wobbled in the sexiest way imaginable.
“Stockings,” said Miranda holding a packet towards me. “Come on I can’t do everything for you. Just be careful not to catch them on a nail or anything.”
The picture of the girl on the stocking packet was gorgeous, but I bet I would rival her tonight.
I put on the stockings and those sensations ran up my legs and into my boy bits again. My boy bits couldn’t get out but I could feel a wetness down there. I felt like I could be overcome by the overload of sensations I was feeling.
I tried to slow down and take deep breaths, but there was no room in the corset for deep breaths. Inhaling too much air felt like my tits would spring out over the top of the bra. I stood still and let my breathing settle.
“Here put this slip on,” said Miranda. It was a short gold colored slip with a very lacy top that was lower in the middle than the edges and showed lots of cleavage. Miranda had already put on her dress. It was plain black and fitted in all the right places. It finished mid thigh. It also had a plunging neckline that exposed acres of Miranda’s breasts and cleavage. She looked astounding.
Miranda reached behind her and produced a brown leather skirt. It only looked to be a few inches long, but when I put it on it hung on my hips and finished mid thigh. The skirt also came with a matching leather jacket that I put on, but it was about six inches from closing at the front. It didn’t matter which way I adjusted these clothes I always had plenty of tits on display above the gold lacy top.
“Shoes,” said Miranda. The shoes she gave me were about 4” high and all straps. I didn’t know if I could walk very far in them but they certainly looked good. Miranda was wearing a pair of plain black patent leather pumps with a 6” heel. I don’t know how she could stand up in them but I guess she had lots of practice.
“Accessorize,” said Miranda. “Here take this evening bag and see if you can find yourself some matching jewelry in the top draws of the vanity.”
I walked back over to the vanity. This was the first time I had seen myself in those clothes and I was astonished. I was a Hollywood babe. Sex was oozing out of every pore of my skin. I couldn’t believe my own legs could look so sexy me. I totally fancied myself. I looked as good as Miranda did when I first was her. I needed some relief from this pressure that was building between my legs.
“Miranda I have to go to the bathroom.”
“What for Sophie? You are not going to play with yourself are you?”
I looked at her but without saying anything I think she understood the turmoil my body was going through. She took my hand and walked me into the bathroom.
“With these clothes on you can’t just go to the bathroom without knowing how to put these clothes back.” We walked into the bathroom.
“This is easy for a girl because I only have to pull down my panties, but you are wearing a gaff that comes up around your waist. I will have to undo the lower end of the corset.”
I took off my skirt and jacket and she took off her dress. She undid the corset part of the way and fished out the gaff from my waist. “What is it you want to do Sophie?”
“I didn’t want to tell her but I didn’t want to risk loosing any trust. She said I had to tell the truth and she would help me. So I told her.
“I have to squirt.”
Miranda moved towards me and put her arms around me again. This time our tits held us apart but she managed to get close enough to kiss me on the lips again, lingering but without letting me taste her sweet tongue. It was magical, but she didn’t stay still for long.
Miranda turned me away from her. She got me to hold my slip up away from things then she maneuvered my penis out from the gaff. My penis stood out like a rock in an instant. I could feel Miranda’s body against mine starting with her thighs and continuing up to her tits against my back, her chin on my shoulder and her cheek against mine watching the action below.
I could see myself from the waist up in the mirror with Miranda draped around me. I had seen that confused and conflicted look before, but I had never been to this place with another person. Not exactly anyway.
Miranda’s right hand started pulling me off while her other hand was massaging my leg left inside my stocking tops. It felt amazing to be handled by Miranda this way. Two totally feminine bodies pressed into each while encased in stockings, satin and heavy boning.
She obviously knew what she was doing as the sensation was almost too much to bear and there was no way I could last long like this. I closed my eyes and just let it happen. Our bodies gyrated in harmony as Miranda’s lace suspender garters rubbed against the bare skin of my legs. In a few moments I exploded. Miranda had positioned a tissue to catch the juices and she held me tight as the waves of orgasmic pleasure rippled through my body and came out through the end of my penis.
My mind went blank for just a moment, but when I recovered all of the sensations of wearing these beautiful clothes came back but with a lighter cooler touch. I was partially undressed and needed to repair my clothing and tarnished image.
“When you have got to go, you have got to go!” said Miranda. “Clean yourself up and do what you have to. I will put your corset back in place when you come back into room.”
With that Miranda washed and dried her hands then she walked out of the room. I felt kind of cheap. I looked in the mirror again and I was still the same fabulous looking woman in her twenties, but Miranda had just brought me off with her hand into a tissue after about two minutes.
What kind of a girl was I? I made my mind up there and then to never do that to Miranda ever again. She was worth more than that. I should apologize. I washed and fixed myself up and returned to Miranda’s room.
“I’m sorry Miranda,” I said.
“You don’t have to apologize Sophie. It’s a normal bodily function. I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it last longer for you. I am sure when we return later I will make it better for you.”
“Return from where?” I asked. Miranda fixed my corset and I put my skirt back on I now felt complete again.
“We are going out for a while but not for long. I have a little treat planned for you. We will just go down to the beach area for an hour. Plenty of time to get you home before ten.”
“But what about April?”
“April will be fine here with her father.”
“You mean Robert is here?”
“Of course. I just had him make himself scarce for a while. He is probably watching TV in the great room by now. We will go down to see him in a couple of minutes, now come over here while I put some jewelry on you.”
I was surprised to hear that Robert was here. I assumed that we were here on our own. It felt strange and interesting to know that I would see Robert in a few minutes while dressed like this.
Miranda gave me a matching necklace and a bracelet to wear then she gave me a ladies gold watch. I put them on. Then Miranda sprayed me with perfume. The perfume almost made me feel giddy with its aromatic fragrance, but as the mist settled the aroma was simply seductive. I felt complete and satisfied.
“I guess I am all done?” I said.
“Not quite,” said Miranda. “But I will do you nails when we go downstairs.”
I hadn’t thought about nails because I had never had them done before. I know that nail varnish is easy to remove, but easy to forget. Miranda took me by the hand and we made our way downstairs. I felt a little nervous to meet Robert in woman’s clothes with breasts like this on full view.
I had yet to meet a man who knew I was really a boy in a dress. It felt kind of special. When we went down, Robert was in the great room watching Monday Night Football. As he saw us he muted the TV and got up to stand in front of us. His white shirt was only buttoned at the waist and his silky tanned chest was showing. His head fell to one side and his soft black hair fell across his eyes. He put his arms out to welcome us.
“Wow! Don’t you two look fantastic? It makes me feel good to know that you are now going out to break some guy’s heart and then you are both going to come back to me.” Robert hugged Miranda then he moved to hug me.
“Sophia. How wonderful to meet you again for the first time. I have been watching pictures of you all weekend and I must say I find you fascinating. Maybe we can talk when you get back.”
He put his arms around my shoulders and back and held me against his chest and I put my arms around him. He felt amazingly solid and powerful. My face touched the skin of his chest as his shirt fell open. He smelled incredibly masculine and seriously arousing.
“Put her down Robert and don’t tease her,” said Miranda. “She will be coming back here to get changed to go home, nothing more. Sophia is a good girl and doesn’t do any of the things that you like to do.”
“How do you know that Miranda,” said Robert. “You haven’t given me any time to find out.”
“That’s enough flirting Robert. Tonight is a girl’s night out. You could have come with us but you chose not to. You chose to baby sit so please don’t make more of it than there is.”
“Sorry Darling,” he said returning to his football. “You know I can’t resist women as striking as you two.”
Miranda Turned to me and ushered me to the kitchen table. “Take no notice of him Miranda. He will flirt with you any chance he gets.” Miranda started to work on my nails.
“But why would Robert flirt with me?” I was sure that he couldn’t hear us over the TV.
“You are very beautiful as you sit there Sophia. Few men could resist you.”
“But Robert knows that I am a boy.”
“Sophia there are some men who would find you even more attractive if they found out that you have boy parts hidden beneath all that womanhood.”
“Is Robert one of them?”
“I am afraid so Sophia. He has always had a weakness in that area. I will keep him at bay for as long as I can, but one day I wont be here and he will, but I have lectured him more than once that he must never hurt you. He will always look after you whatever happens. He is a complete gentleman.”
I didn’t know what to do with that information. It sounded like Miranda was giving her permission to do who knows what with her husband.
The door dell rang and Robert leapt up to go to the door. I could see in the screen above the front door that the person outside was a woman showing lots of cleavage. When Robert opened the door the lady threw her arms around Robert without saying anything that I could hear, then she strode down the hallway towards us. It was Ellen.
She was wearing a sand colored business type suit with a skirt to mid thigh, a short sleeve bolero type jacket and a white silk and lace top that only just covered her bra. Her black hair hung in the breeze left behind her as she strode down the hallway. She looked fabulous.
Ellen strode over to Miranda and they shared a friendly embrace and kissed each other’s cheeks. Then Ellen came over to me.
“Wonderful to see you again so soon Sophia.” I stood to greet her and she hugged me like a long lost boyfriend and kissed me just under the ear. It made me shiver.
“I see Miranda has made a big impression on you Sophia.”
“Nice to see you again Ellen, but I am surprised to see you.”
“Martini women are always surprising. You will soon find that out. I am coming with you tonight. I have picked a pleasant little restaurant on the beach for us to spend an hour mixing with the local business people. We may see the occasional movie famous movie actor or rock star, but mainly we will just see lots of beautiful people and we will introduce you to a few. Are we ready to go?”
“Are you ready Sophia?” said Miranda.
“No!” I said. “Have you guys ever thought how frightening this is for me? You are telling me you are going to take me into a restaurant full of people in broad daylight. I have never done this type of thing before. I am frightened out of my skin.”
“Oh come on,” said Ellen. “On Saturday you were down at the post office chatting with boys and you had them eating out of your hands. We know you have nerves of steel. You were telling them jokes and had everyone falling about laughing.”
Lauren had obviously told them everything. I know! Martini women have no secrets from each other. That did put me at ease a little. I wondered if I should tell them that I was getting wet between the legs again. If I went out with them and sat on a chair, I might leave a wet mark. I realized that I had to tell Miranda.
“Miranda can we go upstairs for a minute?”
“Whatever is the matter darling?” she said.
“I need to tell you something upstairs, please?”
She considered the request for a moment then took me up the stairs into her bedroom. The other two watched us as we went. Neither of them commenting but I could sense to puzzlement. Inside her bedroom Miranda stopped me.
“Whatever is the matter Sophia. You have me perplexed.”
“Not wanting to be crude, but I have a little wetness problem between my legs,” I said.
“Whatever do you want me to do about it Sophia? We are not going into the bathroom again before we go out.”
“No that’s not what I need Miranda. I just need a pair of regular panties and a maxipad. I just need to keep dry.”
“Oh,” said Miranda. “Now that is a problem I can deal with without too much effort!”
Miranda gave me a delightful pair of white panties and a maxipad and I put them on. I do love the feeling of silky nylon panties covering my ass cheeks. Lace panties are sexy yes but I think full nylon panties are much more practical for a girl like me.
“OK, now I am ready.”
Miranda took my hand and guided me out of her room and down the stairs.
“We are ready Ellen. Let’s get going before she changes her mind.”
“The car is outside the door,” said Ellen.
I just followed along with whatever they told me. We skipped down the staircase our heels clattering against the marble steps, across the hallway to the door. Robert was there to open the door for us and we stepped out into the fading sunlight.
Ellen’s car was newish yellow Beetle convertible and the top was down. Miranda skipped into the back seat and ushered me into the front. Ellen got into the drivers seat, started the car and we put our seat belts on.
“Away we go ladies,” said Ellen.