Message-ID: <2394eli$9707291845@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: Alex's Story by Lisa Paige (4/4) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5rllak$jtm@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. A story about a young fellow who had a deal with his mother, which is more careing as he had thought before. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 4___Alex's_Story___________________________________________by_Lisa_Paige_ that Jen hadn't told her our real reasons. I knew that Betty would be sure to tell Mom, especially if she thought I would be in any danger. I thanked Betty profusely as she dropped me off in front of my house, and she assured me that she'd had as much fun as I. She told me she'd have three very special hairdo's all picked out for us the next morning. I had just enough time to freshen up a little and shave my legs and get over to Jen's. They were really impressed to see my "new features" and my skimpy shorts and top outfit. I told them Betty and I had made some "special purchases" to help my figure. They asked me if I was feeling a "little sexy" and I had to admit that I was. The girls were obviously pleased, and they explained that the boys would be expecting a "reward" for their behavior on our dinner date. I didn't even have to ask what they meant, and I mentally prepared myself right then with the limits I would set for myself and Paul. The boys were obviously pleased with the way we looked when they showed up. Following the lead of the other girls, I gave Paul a quick kiss to say hello, and I let him put his arm around me on the way to the amusement park. We held hands as the guys paid for the tickets, and we headed straight for the Ferris Wheel. As the wheel started turning, we began to look out at the scenery around us. It was a little breathtaking at first to be going up that fast. I glanced back at Pat and Bob in the seat behind us and saw that they were already locked in a clinch, oblivious to what was around them. It almost made me a little jealous. I glanced forward, and Jennifer and David smiled and waved at us, then Jennifer turned her face to his and planted her lips firmly on his mouth. My stomach did a little flip-flop as I felt Paul's fingers on my chin and realized what I was about to do. Strangely, I actually wanted to kiss Paul: he had been a perfect gentleman the night before, as good as his word, and he deserved more of a reward than that little peck on the lips I had given him. To resist now, in front of the others, would be a real blow to his ego, and he didn't deserve that. As he turned my face to his, I smiled into his eyes and moistened my lips. His hand slid across my cheek and my eyes closed as he pressed his lips to mine. It was a soft, tender kiss, but it seemed to last forever. When we broke for a breath, I glanced around and realized that Jen and Pat and their dates were all watching us. I knew I was blushing, but I was determined not to act embarrassed. I smiled to no one in particular, then I reached up and ran my fingers through Paul's hair. Pulling his head down to me, I pressed my lips to his. His arm slid down to my waist and I let him pull me closer. This time when I felt his tongue I didn't pull back. I opened my lips wider and fully answered his kiss. His aftershave was mingling with my perfume, and the effect of the ferris wheel and the smells and feels and the realization of what I was doing was all too much for me. For several minutes I just abandoned myself to the feel of his warm breath, his soft lips and his gentle, probing tongue. It all caught up to me when his hand moved from my waist over my hip to my bare thigh. I felt a little thrill go through me, but I suddenly realized I was past my limit. I broke our kiss and dropped my hand to his. I took his hand off my thigh, but not wanting to be too abrupt with him, I kept hold of it and interlaced our fingers. He sensed that he had gone too far, I think, and we separated ever so slightly and began to look at the scenery. As soon as the wheel stopped the girls pulled me into the nearest restroom. We spent some time as the girls made me tell them every detail of what we did and how it felt. By the time we had freshened our lipstick and rejoined the boys I think they were a little miffed at us for taking so long. It didn't take much more than a squeeze of the hand and a little cajoling before we had them all smiling again, though. Somewhere during the evening I forgot the strangeness of what I was doing and just began to enjoy my date. Back at Jen's house each couple found a private place in the yard and I spent several minutes enjoying the warmth of Paul's strong arms around me while we kissed tenderly. We finally said goodnight and Jen hearded Pat and me toward the basement where we could talk without waking her parents. On the way down the stairs Jen and Pat began taking off their shoes, then theirs shorts and tops. By the time we got to her rec room the girls had nothing on but their panties! Pat disappeared into the bathroom, but Jen turned to me and gestured toward the phone. "Why don't you call your Mom and see if you can sleep over with us? That way we can all go straight to Betty's in the morning?" As Jen finished talking she noticed the look on my face and she put her hands around my neck and smiled slyly into my eyes. "Now, now, my little girlfriend. You need to save looks like that for your boyfriend Paul. Remeber that you're just one of the girls around here - at least until tomorrow night." Just then Pat emerged from the bathroom wearing a little blue nightie. She threw a yellow babydoll top at me and both girls watched as I slipped out of my shorts and top. For some reason I was feeling modest about my new breasts and started to pull the babydolls over my bra. The girls would have none of that, and they insisted that I strip and show them my "special purchases." I really should have refused, but I knew that this too was a part of perparing me for my role with "the boys." When the girls were satisfied that they had done all they could to mortify me, they had me phone my Mom. Somehow, I knew what she would say, but I had to give it my best shot. "Hello, mom? It's Alli. Mom, we all have appointments first thing in the morning at Betty's salon, and the other girls have asked me to sleep over so we can go right there. Would that be okay with you?" There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before Mom answered. "Sweetheart, I know you're really getting into your new experiences, and I'm all for that. It really is your choice, of course, but you might consider what the reaction would be if the 'other girls' parents found out about your true - uh - status." "Yes, I guess your right, Mom. I'll be home in a little while." I turned and shrugged at the girls, but they weren't quite ready to let me off so easily. They made me put on the nightie they had given me, and we sat around for another hour while Jen and Pat teased me and told dirty jokes. It was rather grotesque in a way, but they soon had me laughing along with them. I knew they were trying to prepare me even more for the role I was to be playing. The Big Day The girls didn't get me home until almost 4AM, but they were at my door again promptly at 8 for our appointment at Betty's salon. Fortunately, since we were going to have "the works" done at the salon, it only took me a few minutes to dress and brush my hair back into a pony tail. Jen had insisted I wear her red miniskirt and matching blouse, with red high heels sandals she had bought for me. The outfit had a gold chain for a belt, and Pat had brought a small gold chain necklace and two bracelets to complete the outfit. I thought Jen's skirts would be cut for her longer legs, but I still had trouble keeping my garter tabs from showing when I got into the car. I was so tired I didn't even have the energy to worry about how exposed I was, or to be nervous for what we were about to do. Betty was waiting at the shop with two of her best operators and they started on us right away. They gave us each a shampoo and set, and while we were under the dryers we all got manicures. My nails were fairly long now, not having been cut for almost three weeks, and the girl who was doing my manicure filed them to a nice almond shape. When she asked me what color I wanted for my polish I didn't hesitate. I had already spotted a red polish that matched my skirt and shoes. Before they combed out our sets we sat around Betty's table and conspired on each others' makeup. They did the other girls first, and by the time my turn came we were all having great fun. Betty and her girls were fussing over all of us and telling us how good we would look for our boyfriends, but most of the compliments were sent in my direction. I'm not sure how much of that had been planned before hand, just to get my confidence up, but I loved every minute of the special attention. Was it just my imagination, or did Betty's operators think I was just one of the girls? As I was about to get out of the makeup chair Jen put her hand on my shoulder. "Just a minute, Alli, I think there's just one thing missing from your 'look.' Betty, I want to treat her to something special this morning." I looked up and caught her gesture toward the sign in the window: special on ear piercing. I flushed red and my stomach did a flipflop. I knew I should protest such a permanent, feminizing change to my appearance, but I just couldn't. All week long I had been secretly admiring the earrings the other girls had been wearing, and wondering how it would feel to have my own. As it turned out, protesting wouldn't have worked anyway. Jen had obviously set this up with Betty beforehand: she already had the studs lying in a dish of alcohol next to me. As Betty marked my ears, Jen explained that the guys would be noticing every detail and this was just another way of insuring that our deception would be complete. I gave her a skeptical look, but my mouth was so dry I couldn't have said a word if I had wanted to. It was good that I was sitting down for this, because I almost fainted when I heard that little "pop" as the studs were driven into each lobe. Of all the changes I had gone through in the past few days, and all the experiences I'd had, this one seemed to have the most profound effect on me. As I examined the tiny diamonds now glistening at my ears, I really FELT like a girl. When the stylists were through with us, Jen had a French Roll that was perfect, with little tendrils that curled down her forehead and the nape of her neck. Pat's style was even more sophisticated: they had pulled her hair straight back and pinned it in single curls descending from the crown to the nape. Even though I was feeling very girlish, I couldn't help but stare at her: she looked delicious. They had parted my hair on the side and swept it back to the crown in a wave that covered the tops of my ears. With what was left of my hair and a little matching hairpiece, they had formed a bunch of sausage curls that bounced and tickled my neck at each movement of my head. Little tendrils curled down from each ear. Betty insisted that we pose for her camera, and she took several shots of us individually and in groups with her and her stylists. Then it was off to Jen's house for the big occasion. As we were walking out the door of the salon, Betty gave me an extra hug and said "See you bright and early Monday morning, Hon." I flinched at that, hoping the girls wouldn't notice, but Betty went even further. When she saw Jen and Pat's puzzled look she said: "Didn't Alli tell you? SHE's starting as my new stock clerk and shampoo girl on Monday!" Jen looked at me like I had just crawled from under a rock. She started to say something, but Pat gave her an elbow in the ribs. "I think it's great that Alli has found a job for the Summer. I'd like to see you try to hold down a regular job, Jen." On the way back to Jen's house she shot a couple of verbal barbs at me, with Pat defending me all the way. Eventually Jen tried to cover her feelings about me dressing as a girl all Summer long, but she obviously had some bad opinions of a guy who would do such a thing. For my part, I felt strangely unaffected by the whole conversation. I thought Jen was being a little hypocritical: she had been a pretty forceful accomplice in my feminization all the way through. More than that, though, was my own feeling of --- comfort, I guess --- with my choice for the summer. The emotions and the experiences were all very new and unsettling, but it seemed like fate that had brought me this far. We had about an hour before the boys were to arrive, and we spent it going over every detail of our plan as we did some last-minute primping and perfume selecting. When the doorbell rang I stayed in Jen's room as the other two went down to greet their men. I heard the whole conversation. The boys barely said hello before they began talking about "Alex" and demanding to see "him." The girls really built it up, trying to put them off and acting like they were real reluctant to do what the boys were asking. Finally they gave in and called for me to come downstairs. I took several deep breaths, then slowly opened the door from Jen's room. My mouth felt like cotton and it took all my strength and concentration just to keep my knees from knocking as I started down the stairs. My eyes were fixed on my feet, but after the first couple of stairs I was able to force a smile to my lips and I raised my eyes to see "the boys" for the first time. These were two huge guys - each of them well over six feet tall and built like trucks. What saved the day for me was their expressions: they both had their mouths wide open and I swear I could almost see the drools. From where I was on the stairs I knew they could see all the way up my short skirt, and I could tell that their eyes were jumping from my (slightly padded) panties to my face and back again. A chill went through me as I realized how exposed I was, and I actually quickened my pace to get to the bottom of the stairs. It was obvious that the realistic jiggle at my bodice was a second focal point of the boys' attention. The chill I was feeling changed to a little thrill as I realized that it was already game over: I was the luscious bait for these fish, and they were ready to swallow me whole. The other girls were knockouts, it was true, and probably prettier than I was, but they were dressed much more modestly - and the boys seemed to be reacting as we had planned it. The rest of this little exercise was just a question of timing. My smile became genuine as Jen introduced me to the two apes. I stood very close to Bill so he could smell my perfume. As Jen said his name I gave his hand a friendly squeeze and then stood on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. I did the same for Bob, saying that the girls had told me so much about them that I felt we were already good friends. You could have cut the silence with a knife. Jen suggested we sit in the living room for a few minutes to get better acquainted. As we turned in that direction the boys actually ran into each other and Bill nearly fell over backward. Pat and Jen were biting their lips to keep from laughing out loud. I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my smile - I hadn't dreamed that my little masquerade could be so successful. The boys and their girls all squeezed together on the sofa, and I sat on an overstuffed chair directly opposite. With my legs crossed I knew they were getting another good shot of my stocking tops and panties and, sure enough, the boys were so distracted they could hardly hold the thread of the conversation. I'm sure they had wanted to question us about the night of the party, but they were feeling pretty foolish over their obvious "mistake" about now. Just at the right moment Jen's mom came in from the back yard and asked us to go to the store for a few last-minute things for the cookout. Bob and Pat sat in the back seat of the car, but Jen maneuvered it so that I was between her and Bill in the front. We kept a racy conversation going, and I tried to fill my role as a fun-loving gal every bit as "experienced" as Jen and Pat. Following our plan, I took every opportunity to touch Bill and smile at him as often as possible. We kept this up when we got back to the house, and I could tell that the boys were getting ripe for the next part of our plot. Bill in particular had a reputation for daring and sudden conquests in dangerous places. That was one of the things that had attracted Jen to him at first, but she soon realized that Bill hadn't stopped with her "conquest." Now she and all of us were counting on Bill to stay true to form with his latest target: me. Sure enough, just before we were about to sit down to eat to opportunity came up. Jen's mom asked her to go down to the basement pantry to get a second bottle of catsup. Jen and Pat pretended to be busy with a vegetable plate and asked if I could go down instead. I said I'd do it, and Bill volunteered to show me where the pantry was. I saw a signal pass between Bill and Bob, and as we headed downstairs I saw Bob sort of following us at a distance. Apparently he was going to be the "lookout." I began to feel a little queasy as I realized that they had obviously done this sort of thing several times before. Would the timing work out? When we got to the pantry Bill turned on the light and stepped back to let me in. It seemed like a perfect gentleman's gesture, but now he was blocking to doorway, and he had full view of my rear as I stooped to look at the bottom shelves. The catsup was on the lowest shelf, of course. As I bent down to get the bottle I felt his hand on my thigh, just at the edge of my dress. I gave a little yelp, and as I straightened up he pushed my back against the wall and leaned into me, making it impossible for me to move. I gasped and he put his mouth over my lips and jammed his tongue into me. He really was an animal - no finesse at all - and I found myself comparing his incompetence to Paul's smooth and gentle embrace. I tried to fantasize that this WAS Paul, and that helped to calm me just a little. I was struggling for air at this point, and Bill had me pinned so hard against the wall that I couldn't move. I felt his hands pushing my dress up over my hips, and I thought for an instant that I would have to simply surrender and give him what he wanted. Then I realized that I COULDN'T give him what he wanted, and he was quickly approaching the point where he would discover that fact. Gathering all my willpower I forced myself to relax and I ran my hands over his huge arms and up into his hair. He took this as a sign of surrender and he broke the "liplock" to take a breath. Letting myself fantasize about Paul again, I smiled up into his eyes and brought my hand to his cheek. He shifted enough to give me some balance, and he began to run one of his hands up my side toward my breasts as he closed his eyes for another kiss. Just as our lips were about to meet for the second time, I drew a deep breath and screamed as loud as I could. At the same time I brought my knee up between his legs as hard as I could. Bill doubled over in pain and turned away from me, but as I tried to scoot around him to get out, he came back up and swung at me with the back of his hand, cursing me at the same time. My shoulder took most of the impact, but the force of the blow threw me against the open door like a rag doll. I seemed to just hang there for an instant as the inertia wore off, then I slid to the floor in a heap. Meanwhile, Bill had doubled back over and was groaning in pain. Of course, everyone on the block had heard my scream, and in an instant Jen's father was in the room, followed by Bob and then the girls and Jen's mom. Walter assessed the situation in one glance, then grabbed Bill by his shirt and began to drag him from the room. On the way out he grabbed Bob by the ear and forced both of them up the stairs and out the front door. Each of the boys outweighed him by thirty pounds at least, but they offered no resistance. We could hear Walter yelling as he threw them out the door that if he ever caught them near any of "his girls" again, they'd find themselves dead or in jail. That was it - it was over. Jen and her mom helped me off the floor and into a nearby chair. I was sobbing uncontrollably and had my face in my hands. Although all my (natural and artificial) body parts seemed to be in place, my body ached and my face burned where Bill had slapped me. But the physical pain was a secondary consideration: inside I was a real mess. It was a great relief that our plan seemed to have worked, but part of me felt really dirty for having enticed Bill and set him up that way. The word he had used on me, "slut," kept running through my mind. Everyone gathered around me and offered their comfort. In a short time someone found some humor in the situation, talking about Bill's "wounded ape" look after I had kneed him. In a few minutes my sobs had changed to laughter, and I began to wipe away the tears and mascara with several tissues. By this time, of course, the burgers were burned and the cookout was pretty well ruined. Jen's mom and dad suggested that they stay and clean up, but that maybe we girls would like to drive out to their beach house to sort of "pull ourselves together." I started to protest - I desperately wanted to be alone right then - but before I knew it the three of us were in the car headed for the beach. For an instant I wondered what Mom's reaction would be when Jen's mother phoned to explain everything to her. How would she respond when she heard that her "daughter" was on her way to a sleepover with two "other girls?" But then, I had other things to be concerned about. I was between the two girls in the front seat of the car. Pat was driving, and Jen had her arm around me, still trying to reassure me. We weren't far down the road when the tone of the conversation changed, however. Jen put her hand on my knee and suggested to Pat that it was time to celebrate our victory over the boys. Pat agreed and, putting her hand on my other knee, she suggested that I deserved a special reward for my special part in the plot. They told me they had really enjoyed having "Alli" as a friend, but asked if I would let them treat my like "Alex" for the next few hours. How could I refuse? We stayed at the beach house 'till late Sunday afternoon, and every minute of it was heaven. The girls spent the whole time teaching me EVERYTHING I never knew about boys and girls together. It almost seemed that they were competing to see which one could keep my interest up the longest and give me the most pleasure. There were a few catnaps along the way, and the girls even talked me into a quick swim and suntan session on Sunday morning, but the rest of the time was spent in an overpowering lesson in long-endurance pleasure. By the time they drove me up to my house, I was so spent I could hardly walk. Pat helped me carry my things to the front door, then gave me a long deep kiss. "I guess with your new job starting tomorrow this is good-bye to 'Alex' for a while - but we'll drop by the salon this week and see how 'Alli' is getting along." With another quick kiss and a wink she was gone. Mom met me just inside the door and helped me take my things into my room. She started out with a very stern look on her face, but I think she realized how emotionally and physically tired I was, and she kept the conversation light until after I had napped and eaten dinner. That night we talked about all that had happened over the past weeks. It turned out that Mom had pretty well figured out everything, including our little plot with the boys, and what had gone on at the beach house. I knew she wasn't pleased with some of the things I had done, but surprisingly, she didn't seem to judge me at all. Instead, she expressed her concern for the physical and emotional dangers I had faced - and was still facing. We talked a lot about the implications of working all summer as a girl. I was still a little confused about where it all was leading, but it seemed that the job and the situation was just "right" for me, somehow. We agreed that we would be entirely honest with each other from that point on, and that we would talk about our feelings as often as possible. I was thrilled that we were becoming so close again, and it seemed to confirm my decision about the summer. By the end of the evening Mom seemed to feel exactly as I did: we weren't sure where they would lead, but we were both looking forward to the days ahead. 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