Message-ID: <7155eli$9803221753@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: dljohnson X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: TG: Contract To Crossdress Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: dljohnson@cnwl.igs.net 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: <3515173F.50E7@cnwl.igs.net> Deborah bring us a charming adult TV Novel about a young college student who falls in love with the female room mate he comes to live with, and discovers the delight of crossdressing. This only to learn to his room mate wanting for him to sign a contract to switch places with her, agreeing in it to switch identities with her. She would agree to become his husband, while he agrees become her wife. Why this strange contract? My Contract To Crossdress Penned By: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson The Contract Be it known that this agreement is entered hereunto, by the consent of each of the parties described herein. This agreement shall assume the full force of law, as a binding contract of performance, on the parties here in named, when it is presented for registration at the local county Registration Office and also presented to a licensed notary public in the employ of such registration office. This document is binding and legal contract and must be accompanied by acceptable certification of the legal applications for pursuant subsequent change of names of each of the parties concerned, which is a requirement of this agreement. It is understood by the parties concerned, that the registration of this agreement is pursuant to, and must be accompanied by, certified copies of the legal applications, by the participating parties of this agreement, and is of itself insufficient to facilitate the full force of the law to this agreement, should such certification of such said applications not accompany this document. They applications must accompany this document, when it is presented for registration as a contractual agreement between the parties described herein. Be it known that the herein described parties are the said subjects of this agreement. Firstly, Miss Janet Beverly Price shall become known, hereafter as the party of the first part. Secondly, Mr. Terry Leonard Johnson shall be herein become known as the party of the second part. As is herein previously stated, the party of the first part, and the party of the second part, enter into this agreement subsequent to the legal applications for the changes of names as described hereafter. This agreement shall, when recorded, pursuant to said action mentioned above, form a legal and binding and irrevocable agreement between the said parties. Said agreement shall continue to be irrevocable in nature, excepting as for these two specifically identified circumstances having occurred. The one circumstance, being the death of one or both of the parties. In such an event, the survivor shall have the option to revert back to the previous legal identity they had previous to the enforcement of this agreement. The other circumstance, that shall be considered, as is previously agreed upon, as a condition of this agreement, shall be that both parties are in complete agreement as to the dissolution of this agreement. In such case, the mutual consent, combined with legal applications to change the names of the parties concerned, shall also be considered to be sufficient reason to dissolve this otherwise binding irrevocable agreement. The agreement is as follows: Firstly, the party of the first part shall make legal representation to the records department of the local municipal government offices, to have the legal identification by which the party the first part is known, changed to that of the party of the second part. Concurrently to this action by the party of the first part, the party of the second part shall also make legal representation to the same said government office, to have said identification changed to that of the party of the first part. These concurrent applications must be made in accordance with all the legal requirements and guidelines of the said municipal and or overseeing government ministry. These changes do not have to be confirmed before entering upon this agreement, but certification of the application or the subsequent confirmation of the said application for these changes, must a company this agreement when it is presented for registration. The said agreement shall consist of the following under standings. One, Miss Janet Beverly Price shall make the application to change her legal name to that of one Mr. Terry Leonard Johnson. Concurrent to this action, Mr. Terry Leonard Johnson shall also make an application to change his legal name to that of the said Miss Janet Beverly Price. Two, subsequent to such applications being made, the two parties shall agree to the following terms and conditions, which, as aforementioned, shall be considered, barring the two exceptions aforementioned, to be an irrevocable and binding contract of agreement between the two parties. Three, as the party of the first part accepts the name and legal identity of the party of the second part, it shall be also be deemed that the party of the first, part shall henceforth, until such revocation or cessation of this agreement, shall also receive any rights, benefits and entitlements or properties of the person of the name of the party of the second part. Concurrently, it is understood that the part of the second part shall revoke all rights, benefits and entitlements or properties normally recognised as belonging to the party of the second part, ceding them by this agreement, unto the party of the first part. Four, as the party of the second part accepts the name of the party of the first part, it shall be deemed that the party of the second part, shall henceforth, until such revocation or the cessation of this agreement, shall also receive the rights, benefits and the entitlements and properties of the person of the name of the party of the first part, as was, previous to the enforcement of this contract of agreement between the party of the first part and the party of the second part. Concurrently, it is understood that the party of the first part shall revoke all rights, and benefits and entitlements or properties normally recognised as belonging to the party of the first part, ceding them by this agreement, unto the party of the second part. It is understood by the participating parties, that subsequent to this agreement, all future rights, benefits and the entitlements or properties which might have accrued to the ownership of the party of the first part or to the party of the second part, previous to the enforcement of this agreement, shall from this time forward, barring the revocation of this agreement, will accrue to the party who bears the legal name of the party to whom such rights and things might have accrued. This agreement includes such things as inheritances or other considerations. We the undersigned attest by our affixed signatures below, that this agreement is entered into without duress, and is entered into freely of our own accords. We agree to bind ourselves to the explicit terms of this agreement, subject only to the terms of revocation previously stated. We are also in agreement that this is a bilateral agreement, and requires a bilateral agreement to dissolve it, or the death of one of the parties. We enter this agreement willingly, this 14th day of the second month of this current year, by the notarised and registered signatures following; By the party of the first part; Janet B. Price Miss Janet Beverly Price , and by the party of the second part; Terry L. Johnson Mr. Terry Leonard Johnson Chapter One Well, if you are reading this missal, it probably means that you have already read the contract that I singed. It is, to this very day, now two years after I signed that contract. These last two years have been very hard in some respects, as there has been unbelievable adjustments that I have had to make. But, the last two years have, I have to also admit, have been the nicest two years of my short 20 year life span. So, just to set the record absolutely straight, so that you will have no doubt in your mind whatsoever, I will reiterate my position, okay? Twenty years ago, I was born as a boy. My name was Terry Leonard Johnson. My dad was never home, and my mom pretty well ran our household the way that she wanted to do it. When my dad was at home, he was usually drunk. So, I did not grow up with a really healthy opinion of what a good man should be, in all honesty. I suppose that that was one of the reasons why I was so agreeable to accepting this proposal to crossdress, when it came up in the first place. Well, anyway, that is all past history now. My parents are both dead now, and my two sisters live on the other side of the country. We do not see each other at all, and I can not even remember the last time I had a call or a letter from one of them. So, for all intents and purposes, I am all alone in the world. Well, I am alone, except for Terry, I mean, the person who is Terry Johnson now. My legal name now, as the contract has stipulated, is Janet Beverly Price. I go by Beverly or Bev, but I kind of prefer Beverly. Believe me, I would not trade the life I have now for anything in the world. I am as happy as I could ever imagine myself being. Please bear with me, and I will tell you of the circumstances that have lead up to this amazing life change that I am leading now, okay? Once you hear the circumstances, maybe you will not think that it is really so strange for a boy to be living as a girl, after all. It actually started about three and a half years ago. Let me describe myself a bit to you first, okay Back then, I was 5' 3/4" tall, and weighed 135 lbs., soaking wet. I still am the same height, but I do weigh about 20 lbs. less than I did then. Like most kids going to college. I'd let my hair grow quite long. It was a dark brown and it hung straight down about mid shoulder blade length. I usually wore a leather thong about my forehead to keep my hair from interfering with my vision. Actually, I looked a lot like I was a hippie from the sixties. I got teased about that a lot. Although I had reached the age of 17 by that time, I had still not even started to shave my face on a regular basis. In fact, I only shaved maybe once a week. I am fortunate to have pretty hazel blue coloured eyes, what one girl had told me were called bed room eyes. Also, very fortunately for me I had no zits. Up till the time I enrolled in college, I had led a pretty regular type of normal life I guess. There was nothing really outstanding that had ever really happened to me, aside from what my parents were like. I tended to be a bit on the withdrawn, book wormish and I could even be described as being on the passive or docile side of the scale, but not overly so. Because I was so small in stature, I had never been sought out for team sports types of activities, and I had never really wanted to compete in athletics anyway. I much preferred using my mind to my body. Actually, I really hated the rough and tumble team contact sports like football. I had managed to get myself accepted for enrolment in a computer programming sciences course, in a college that was in a very small town, a goodly distance from home. I wanted to go to this college, because the reputation of this college for its computer science courses was rather outstanding. I knew that a degree from this college in computer sciences would be a guarantee of future employment. As it so happened, I arrived at campus, late in the month of August. Yes, I had gotten there before registration for the semester ended, but I had arrived there too late in the summer to qualify for college residence facilities. This was going to be a major problem to me, money wise. I checked with the student aid offices to see if they might have a line on something that might help me out. The counsellor there was very friendly, and she really made an effort to help. She knew exactly what my situation was. I sat in her outer office, while she made some calls around to the known room and board places, and she also tried the motels, but after an hour of making calls on my behalf, she was not able to find any help for me. It soon looked like I might no have a place to stay, unless I wanted to spend all my money on an expensive hotel room. This was just a bit too scary for me. I was not really well fixed for money, and what I did have, I would have to use to live on for the whole year. If I used it up to pay high rents at a hotel, and I did not manage to get myself a part time job, I'd be 'up shit creek without a paddle', as the old saying goes, by shortly after Christmas. Despondently, I thanked the student aid counsellor for her help, and I prepared to leave her office, all the while, wondering I was going to do. I decided that the only thing to do was to take one of the expensive hotel rooms for a few weeks, and hope that something would turn up in the meantime. I did not like the idea, but at the moment, I saw no other alternatives. I had to have a place to live while I attended the college. Just as I was getting up to leave her office, the counsellor's face brightened a bit. She told me that she had just remembered having helped a girl, about three weeks before, to find an apartment that was very near to the campus. She told me that if she recalled correctly, that she thought that the girl had rented a two bed room apartment, but she was not sure. She asked If I would mind waiting for just a few more minutes, while she located the girl's phone number, and called her to confirm whether or not that she had taken the apartment. She said that if the girl had taken that apartment, and that it really was a two bed room apartment, that she had taken. It was her hope, that if it was a two bed room apartment, that just maybe there was an off chance that the girl might agree to rent me one of the bed rooms. She told me not to hold my breath, for if she remembered correctly, the girl had seemed a little straight laced, and she might like the idea of sharing her apartment with a guy. But, she smiled, and she told me that she would call for me, because she knew only too well, that old adage, "if nothing was ventured... nothing could be gained". So, I crossed my fingers and prayed while I returned to sit outside of her office to wait, hoping against hope that It would work out. I really did not want to live in a hotel. As it was, I was pretty sure that I would need to get a part time job by the new year anyway. The counsellor was on the phone with the girl for a good twenty or so long minutes, before she called me back Into her office. She told me that the girl, Janet Price, was not really very keen on the idea of having a boy share her apartment with her, but she understood the situation that I was in. She would not promise me anything, but if I wanted to go over and meet her, Janet would make a decision at that time. Janet could obviously not make a commitment to the counsellor, till after she had a chance to meet me and make her own first impressions. But she was willing to meet me, at least. If I was successful in impressing her that I would be no trouble to her, she would agree to letting me share her apartment with her. The counsellor smiled at me as she wrote out the address, and told me that Janet was expecting me to come right over. She told me how to reach the apartment. and she gently squeezed my hand as she wished me the best of luck on the apartment, with the cutest of squinched up shoulders and facial expressions. It was very hard not to like her. I thanked her for all of her trouble for me, and I left her office. I prayed all the way over to the apartment, which turned out to be only three blocks off campus. The house at the address the counsellor had given me, was a large single family dwelling, and it had beautiful stone work at the front. The apartment that I was looking for, was a renovated loft over the garage. It was accessed by an outside open stairway, leading up to the spacious looking balcony in front of the entrance. I walked up the paved driveway and went to the left side of the garage, and climbed the stairs. The stairs led up to a large balcony. French doors were at the top of the stairs. It was quite attractive. Timidly and not to mention exhaustedly, I hauled my three suit cases up those stairs, and on over to the doors. Though it was cold out, I rested a moment to catch my breath before I rang the bell. A long minute later, the door swung open and showed me what Janet Price looked like. The girl who opened the door to me, was almost identical to my own height. If I had to guess, I would say that she was about 5' 4" and maybe 125 lbs. The pounds were all very well positioned on her slender frame to. As I was standing outside looking in, and the balcony was one step down from the doorway's threshold, I found that I had to look up to see her clearly. This made me feel a kind of a funny and strangely inferiority sense, in regards to the girl. There was no good reason for that, and I tried to put it out of my mind. I had never felt that way before and I found that it kind of threw me off balance a little bit. Miss Janet Price was, in one word, gorgeous. She had shiny dark brown hair that fell thickly, straight down from the crown or her head to her shoulders, where it curled prettily around her neck. Her hair was pushed back on the right side, to accommodate a yellow lead pencil that she had shoved behind her right ear. I could see that on that one ear anyway, that she wore a large silver hoop for an earring. Her eyes were a large and appraising blue, behind her large round, dark brown framed glasses. Some of her bangs were curled over the tops of her glasses in what I can only describe as a cute way. Her lips were a bit pouty looking, and coloured a light pink, and they were smiling at me warmly. This was a good sign. Janet was wearing a pale pink coloured short sleeved mohair sweater, and a pleated white skirt with a hem that hung down to just an inch above her knees. Her sweater snugly hugged her hips, which emphasised her slim waist. She also wore white knee socks that had delicate lace cuffs just below her knees, and had on a pair of light brown leather loafers. I caught my breath. I could easily fall in love with a girl that looked like that. She was very pretty, yet she had an air of no nonsense about her that I found to be very attractive. But I had to try very desperately, to impress her that all I was looking for was a room. But, I could not believe how she fit into my concept of an ideal woman, to a tee. "Hi... Uhhh... Janet?' "Yeah?" "The... The school student aid of officer sent me over to meet you. She said that you have a room that you might be willing to let me rent from you?" "Yeah... Well, come on in. It is a bit chilly out there. We can talk about it anyway, eh? To be honest with you, I am not really too crazy about the idea of renting my other room to a guy... I said that I would meet you because she is a good friend, and she talked so highly of you. I almost felt like I was doing her a favour by agreeing to meet you." I stepped up into the warm cosy room. It was the living room. I was kind of amazed at how surprisingly large and well lighted the room was. In the centre of the room was a massive coffee table that was spread with opened text books and lined note pads. It as obvious that Janet was trying to get a head start on what ever courses she was taking. I looked straight ahead. There was an arch styled doorway, leading to a hallway. Directly in front of me was an open door, that showed where the bath room was. Off to the right side of the living room was a small kitchenette and dining alcove area. I assumed that the bedrooms were off the hallway that I could see through the archway. "Well, would you like to set your stuff down, over there, and I'll make you some hot coffee?" "Yeah... That would be great." I set down the suit cases and the backpack, and slid my coat off my arms. I dropped the coat on top Or the suit cases, near the door. Then l just enjoyed watching her as she moved around. She did not have big hips, but the pleated hem of her skirt swayed in a rather pleasant way as she took each little step. The small pleats made it look a bit like it was flowing around her thighs, kind of like what a kilt on a highland dancer looks like, if you know what I mean. I liked what I saw. I idly wondered what the chances were of my ever getting intimate with her. I figured they were not too good, as a chick like this could get any guy that she wanted. She was a knockout. I knew only one phrase that described to my mind, what she looked like as she moved about, and that was, 'poetry in motion'. She was all that, for sure. I went over and sat at the small round dining table in the alcove that was just off the kitchenette. There were only two chairs at the table. It had a pretty pink and purple flowered centre piece on it. From where I sat, I could hear Janet moving around but I could not see her too well. I waited quietly, thankful to be inside, out of the chilly autumn breezes. After a few minutes, she returned to where I was, with two large mugs of coffee. "So, you got here too late and can't find a room?" "It seems that way. The student aid officer has tried every motel and rooming house in the town, and she has not been able to find one empty place for me. The last available dorm room went to a person who got here this morning. Geeze, if I'd had any Idea of how tight it was going to be to find a room, I would have gotten here last week." "Yeah... What a bummer... So, what if it does not work out between us, what will you do?" "I will have to get to a hotel room, I guess, and stay there and hope that something comes up, like maybe someone dropping out of school or something like that. If that doesn't happen, I won't have enough money to stay at a hotel for a long enough time, especially if I have to eat in a restaurant all the time. The student aid officer told me that this school does not have a meal program, so, I can only eat in the cafeteria once a day. If something does not turn up, I guess I will have to drop out of school and work for a while, till I get enough money together to come back to the school." "Well Terry Johnson, you seem like a nice enough boy to me. I've got to tell you though, I like to roam around in my under wear a lot, most of the time in fact. If that is going to bother you, you better say so now. I don't want to have any kind of relationship with a guy going on, at this point in my life, okay? "What I am trying to say is this. If I let you stay here, you've got to act... Well... I guess what I am saying is this... You've got to act sort of like you were another girl sharing my apartment, and not a guy. I want to help you, but you have to know up front that if you are going to act like a normal guy of your age, I will not put up with it. I want to enjoy my freedom, and I want you to respect that freedom. I don't want some dumb jerk of a guy always being after me or ogling after my body every time he sees me in a pair of panties. Can you get along with that rule, Terry?" "Well, you are right up front, so I'll be honest with you, Janet. You are a foxy chick but I am desperate. I will go along with whatever you say. I am just so thankful that I would do anything to get along with you." "Okay. Now, if I am making some concessions that I do not have to make, I want you to make some too, okay? What I want is $150.00 a month for rent. You will also have to pay for half of the food. But you will have to do all, and I do mean 'all' of the housework. And yes, before you ask, that will also include doing my laundry. I hate doing laundry with a passion The only thing I will take care of is making my own bed. So, can you live with that, Terry?" "Hey... Piece of cake. I was the oldest kid at home, so I know all about how to do housework. My mom worked and my two sisters were quite a bit younger than me, so I had to do a lot around the house. I won't have any problem with that arrangement. I really do want to thank you Janet. I'd be really stuck if you did not want to help me out." "Okay... So, we can agree on things? Good. Now, I just stocked up on groceries this morning. I spent $350.00 of which half is $175.00, plus the rent of $150.00. You want to pay me $325.00 in advance? You can wait till the bank opens in the morning, if you want. I think you will find that this is still a lot cheaper than living in a dorm room and eating in a restaurant, you know." "Yeah, I believe lt. I think that I have got that much cash with me. I will have to open a bank account in the morning and deposit my money, but I can pay you now if you want me to." "Yeah... I always want everything all up front. That way there are never any hurt feelings or disappointments or misunderstandings, right? Everyone knows always knows what to expect. No disappointments." "Yeah... You are right. Listen, how about if I pay you up till the end of the year now, for the rent t least? I'd be giving it to you anyway, right? At current interest rates at the bank, I sure will not gain much by holding on to it, and I kind of like knowing that it is all paid for in advance. Is that okay with you?" "Yeah, that's true enough, about the interest rates an all. My daddy used to say that banks were only good for two things, borrowing money and writing checks on. So, four months at $150.00 a month is $600.00. You want to pay me that to me now?" "Yeah, and the money for the groceries. That way, I only have to pay for groceries as we buy them. I don't mind doing that, if you don't mind it." "No, I like the idea. Hey, you want to give me money, I will make it as easy as possible for you to give it to me, okay?" I went over to one of the suit cases and opened it up. It took me a couple of minutes of rifling around in it, till I found the paper bag with my cash and traveller's checks in it. I counted out the $775.00 and handed it to her. Janet had opened a receipt book while I was looking for my money, and she prepared a receipt for me. As she handed it to me, she reminded me that it was tax deductible for students. Once that was all taken care of, she took me to the bedroom I would use. There were numerous items of her bright pastel coloured intimate apparel spread out on the bed. She smiled, scooped them up in her arms. She made a comment that if I had grown up in a house full of females that I was certainly no stranger to what ladies under wear were all about. I smiled nervously. Yes, I knew all about them... I somehow sensed that she might be alluding to the fact that I might have a particular and perhaps unusual interest in ladies underwear, because I had grown up in a household of females, but I did not want to prolong that kind of thinking. I hurriedly made a comment about how cold the weather was, for late August, to which Janet agreed. Then she emptied the bureau drawers and removed her few dresses from the closet. She smiled and told me to make myself at home. It took me nearly an hour to get unpacked and put ever thing where it should go. Once that was done, I found that I was really exhausted. I was also drained from the release of the pent up emotional strain of not knowing where I was going to live while I was at the college. I changed into an old sweatsuit that I had, with a pair of slippers, and made my way out to the kitchen to get another hot coffee. Janet was back on the couch, involved with her school books. The television was playing quietly and she seemed to be lost in her studying. She was a picture, let me tell you. She was wearing a floor length night gown with a matching pink peignoir, tied with a little shiny satin bow, right under her chin, One the one foot that I could see, was shod in a pink high heeled slipper, with a large pink puff at the toe. I knew that such a shoe design was called a mule, but I had no idea of where such a name could have derived from. I could hear the delicate material that she was wearing as it rustled daintily, every time she moved even the slightest bit, on the couch. Janet looked up and smiled, as I entered the room. I was beginning to think that I might not be able to keep my promise to her. Seeing her sitting there, looking like that, gave me an immediate erection. She was one hot looking lady. I also had, from the strange little glint in her eye, the very strong impression that she knew how she was making me feel too. She might, I groaned inwardly as I thought the thought, turn out to be a real serious a cock teaser. That would be too hard for me to live with, I knew. Inwardly I groaned and hoped it would not be so. I had enough problems in life without having such a provocative teaser in my life to. She so completely epitomised the mental profile that I had in my mind, of a really elegant young lady. Perhaps it was because she was so perfectly matched to my idea of the ideal woman, that so turned me on. I do not know. All I knew for certain was that I had to mind my pees and ques around her. But I knew that I could easily be smitten by her charms. I continued into the kitchen for a fresh coffee, and I went back into the living room. I found a comfortable easy chair, and flopped into it. I tried very hard to pretend like she was my little sister or something like that. We chatted amicably for a while, making a whole lot of small talk. She very soon learned just about everything that I have already told you about myself. I was surprised that she even seemed interested in my past. I was not used to having a pretty girl be interested in me, and talking with her made me feel very good about myself, indeed. Janet, I soon learned, had descended from a very long line of a rather wealthy family. I do not know why she told it to me, but I also learned that when she turns twenty-one, if she is married that is, she will come into the ownership of a rather large trust fund. In the mean time however, she had no financial worries. She told me that she received monthly checks that were more than adequate to cover her living expenses. She was studying graphic arts, as she hoped one day to become a successful fashion designer. She chosen to go to this college, because this is where her mother and her grandmother graduated from. She told me that her parents had died in a plane crash when she was only five years old. She did not remember them very well. So she'd been raised by her closest relatives. She did confide though that she had never really felt like she was connected to the family though, even though she had always been treated well. Apparently, her uncle, who was also the executor of her parent's estate, had taken the insurance money and trust funds that they had owned, and had turned them into a respectfully sized little fortune for her. That was the trust fund that she was going to inherit. Ruefully, she confessed and reiterated that she would only be able to get it, if she was a married woman, by the age of twenty-one. So, she had a bit more time to look for her dream boat prince Charming. I commented that that arrangement seemed kind of archaic, and she did not disagree with me. But, none the less, those were the conditions of the will. As she was only eighteen, and as she was a real knock in the looks department, there did not seem to be anything to worry about. I told her how I felt, and she thanked me with a very sweet smile. I blushed. She went on to tell me that if she were not married, all the assets of the fund were to purchase a life time annuity for her. She really was not too keen on the idea of a life time pension as opposed to a large chunk of cash that she would have the freedom to invest at her own discretion. I could not say that I blamed her either. Over the next couple of weeks, Janet and I became very good friends. The only problem that I had was when I saw her walking around the apartment in her scanty and very pretty lingerie. I somehow got the Idea that she liked parading herself in her lingerie in front of a boy. I had an almost constant erection. It was not just that she wore such pretty lingerie, it was that what she did wear was so very ultra sexy and feminine too. I was also able to manage getting a part time job in a grocery store. stocking shelves for three hours a night. I knew that I had enough money to get through the first year, but I had been worried about having enough. Now, this job would give me enough that I would be able, if I was careful, and worked through the summer, to pay for the next year's tuition without too much strain as well, and have a small cushion to depend on. Things looked like they were going very well. I found that I did not like computer sciences the way that I thought I would. I did decided to stick it out however, at least for the first semester. Janet knew that I was disappointed in my choice of courses, and she managed, somehow to talk me Into going into her graphics design course for the coming semester. From the things I had seen her doing around the apartment, I thought that I might like to try that. I was not as creative as she was, but I learned from her, and we decided that I would be able to do it somewhat successfully. We settled into a routine. With my working at night and slightly different hours for our courses, we actually hardly ever saw each other. I always knew that she was around though. Since I had agreed to do all the house work, I was constantly picking her clothes up from almost anywhere in the apartment. I got used to the idea that I was living with a beautiful slob. I was not going to complain though, as the deal that I had was too good to pass up. I would pick up all of her things, daily and once a week, I would do our laundries together. This I did not mind. I got to really enjoy doing her things for her. When I did do her laundry, I always folded her clothes, after ironing what usually needed ironing, and left them in neat little piles on her bed for her. I often wondered what she thought about when she would come home and see her pretty lingerie neatly folded, awaiting her. I must confess that handling these beautiful clothes of this very beautiful girl, and having seen how they all fit her, caused me some personal problems. I was finding that more and more, I was enjoying ironing her clothes, and folding her pretty and ultra soft lingerie into the neat little piles that I would place on her bed. I loved the feel of her soft silken under things. I liked the delicate smells of them. I had my mind's eye overly filled with my memories of how delightfully sensuous she had looked while she'd been wearing the various things that I would lovingly fold up for her. Janet had become so comfortable with me that she hardly ever wore anything but her lingerie around the apartment now. I couldn't do that, as she would very quickly find out that I had a hard on for her, nearly all the time. From our first conversation, I knew only too well, that if she suspected the reactions that I was having to seeing her like that, that it would cause a serious problem. l knew that I could never let her find out how I was feeling. So, I kept it hidden from her. But I also felt more and more strongly, that she was teasing me all the time. Everything was going along super well between us, that is right up till a week before Halloween. Chapter Two By the time that mid October had rolled around, we had actually settled into a life style that was agreeable to the both of us. We liked each other immensely. We got along well, when we did see each other. With me working at night, and her having odd hours for many of her classes, we actually only got to see each other on the weekends. But it was a comfortable relationship and it worked out well for us. But, the weekend before Halloween began a total change of life style for me, though at the time, I would never have guessed what was coming down the road for me. I remember it ever so clearly. It was a Saturday morning. We'd both just finished our mid term exams, and we were beat. We needed some R&R. We were just sitting around, gainfully employed in watching all the types of entertainment that can be had on the Saturday mornings television shows. "So... Terry. What are you going to go dressed as, to the Pub Bash next Friday night?' "Well, actually Jan, I really wasn't planning on going. I really don't like too much of that social type of thing. I am more of a home body I guess. I was sort of just planning on staying at home. Besides, I sure don't have enough money to start wasting it on renting a costume for a night of partying that I really don't want to go to anyway." "Oh... Man..? I just can not believe what I am hearing. You have been busting your butt for weeks now, man. You've got to take a break. If you don't take some time off, you're going to just blow up one day, don't you know. Ain't you ever heard that 'All work and no play makes Johnny a very dull boy?'" "Yeah... Well... I don't really go for that kind of thing, you know? I have never been one for going to parties and stuff like that. I don't like all the noise and the confusion and all. Besides that, I really do not want to spend any money on renting a costume. There is talk at the store of a possible layoff, and so I want to hang on to all the money that I've got, just in case. You never know what might happen." "That is your reason for not going? You won't go because you don't want to spend the money for a lousy costume?" It seemed funny to me, but Janet seemed to be angry about that. Of course, she was not used to ever being short of money either, so she really could not identify with the uncertainty that I had to deal with, could she? "Wcll... Yeah... Basically, I guess you could say that." 'Well, what if I got you a costume, absolutely free of charge, would you go to the bash with me, then?" "Hey, I really don't like that kind of thing, Jan. I do not fit in well at parties." "I think that you better take a break, and that is the simplest way of doing it. They say variety is the spice of life. You need a change, Terry. I want you to go to that party with me." "Awww... you sound just like my mother, Janet. You really do, you know." 'Well, maybe she knew something that you don't, eh? I want you to promise me that you will go to the party with me, if I get you a costume. Okay?" "Hey, I do not need any kind of charity, you know? I will not let you spend your money on a costume for me. If I really wanted go to the party, I would get my own costume, okay?" "I promise you that I will not spend one red cent on your costume. Will you go with me, under those circumstances?" "You aren't going to let me alone about this are you, Jan?" "No. You need to get out. I need a break too. I do not like going to these things all alone, because a girl alone gets hit on by every jerk on campus. It is horrible. You can not imagine what it is like, if you are a girl alone at one of these things. So, you know, you would be also doing me a big favour if you go with me, you know?" "And I will not have to spend any money on a costume, and you will not spend any money on a costume for me promise that?" "Absolutely." 'Well, if it means that much to you, I can go along with it for one night, I guess." "Great. You have made me one very happy girl, Terry. Thank you." "So, what will we do for costumes if we are not going to spend any money renting them?" 'That is the easiest part, Terry. The idea is too simple to believe. We will just go to the party, as each other." 'What?" I could not believe what I had thought that I had heard her say. "Yeah. I will get dressed up in that tan suit of yours, the one that I like so much on you, and you will get all dressed up in one of my old prom gowns We can go to the party, as each other, as each other's date." "You are kidding me... Right?' "No siree, I kid you not. It's a fabulous idea and it will not cost you a red cent, just like I promised you." "You... You want to wear my clothes?" "Yeppur..." "And you want for me to wear your clothes?" "That Is the general idea. I think it is a great solution to your problem. Besides, you know that old saying, 'Walk a mile in my shoes'? Well, maybe you will have more appreciation for me if you spend a night in my shoes. And, it will not cost us one cent, except for what we spend at the Bash." "This is unbelievable." "You got a problem with wearing my clothes, and letting me wear yours, Terry?" "Well, It s not exactly a normal thing for a guy to get dressed up in his room mate's prom gown, now is it?" "Hey, It's for Halloween. Guys do that sort of thing all the time at Halloween. Besides that, I have a sneaky suspicion that you would really like to try wearing some of my pretty clothes." "Eh?" My head shot up and I stared at her. What was she trying to say to me? "You think I do not notice the look in your eye when I see you doing my laundry? You know, you don t fold my panties and the other clothes like you were just folding them to put them away. Oh no. You look more like you are thankful for me letting you do it. You like the feel and the ultra softness and the sexiness of my clothes, especially my under wear. I also think that you would secretly like to know what it feels like, to wear some of them." I was so ashamed. My face burned with the shame I was feeling. Her words were opening me up inside. I had not actually thought the thoughts myself, but when she said those words, I knew that a part of me, very deep down inside wanted to do exactly what she had just said. 1 looked at the floor, and wished that a crack would open up that I could crawl into and disappear from sight. I knew what people thought of fairies. I did not want to be a fairy. In my mind, being a fairy was one of the lowest things on the earth. Everyone that I knew thought so to. But, I knew her words were true. I had that strange perverse desire in me. I did not know how it had gotten there, but I was not going to try and fool myself into thinking that it was not in me. It was. It was also a strong desire, now. A part of me really did want to put on her clothes, and swish about in them... Pretending like I was really a sexy little girl, like Janet was. A part of me wished that I could look as sexy and that I could be as feminine as she looked. Her words made it a reality to me. I knew all the sordid dirty little jokes about the kinds of boys who wore girl's clothes, and I cringed inside. I had just discovered that I was really one of those kind of guys too. I felt so ashamed of my inner feelings. And worse, that this girl whom I had admired and ljusted after for the last two months, was the one who let me know what was really going on inside of me. I wanted to cry almost as much as I wanted to leap for joy at the good fortune that had befallen me. Dear sensitive Janet, must have sensed the turmoil that was tearing at my psyche. She rose from her chair and came over to sit beside me on the couch She put her hand under my chin and raised my head, making me look straight into her beautiful eyes. "Hey... I happen to really like that about you. You want to know the real reason why I let you even move into this apartment, that first night that you showed up here? It was because, when I first opened the door, I thought that you were a cute girl. It was only when you started talking that I realised that you were really a guy, you know. I found that it was fascinating to know a guy that I had thought was a girl, at first glance. It Intrigued me. You know what, I even tried to see If you were a fairy that night. Do you remember that I said that if you lived here with me, that you would have to be like a girl and not like a guy? Well, you did not get all flustered or anything about that. That was my first clue that you were not like those macho characters that we let loose on our city streets. You accepted that idea, so I began to hope that just maybe you might really be a transvestite, after all. I did not see any macho types of reaction in you, so that was why I also went a bit further, and I stipulated that you would have to do all the laundry and do the housework. Doing the laundry and the housework is what the girl always does, in a domestic situation, and yet you agreed to do it. I was amazed. I could hardly believe my good luck. You reacted to those stipulations just like it was part of your nature or something, to accept the feminine role with me. You ca not believe how excited that you made me when you accepted all of that as a condition of your living here with me. I can not tell you how much I really liked that about you. But later on, when I began to notice the way you would handle my clothes, especially my pretty lingerie, well I just knew that that you were a transvestite. You just had not realised it yet, about yourself. I have been waiting for weeks now, to find some kind of reasonable excuse, to get you to get dressed up in some of my clothes. Maybe I am a pervert or something Terry, but I get really get turned on by the idea of seeing you all dressed up in my clothes, with pretty makeup on your face, and seeing you mince around and acting as though you were really a girl. It turns my crank... You may not believe this, Terry, but once In a while, I fantasise about you, before I go to sleep at night. I masturbate to while I am thinking about how pretty you would be as a girl. And, Terry, in every one of those fantasies, I am dressed up in your clothes, and you are wearing a pretty dress. In the fantasies, I am the guy, and I am seducing you, and you always act just like the girl should act. I get so horny thinking about you like that, you know? I was forced to look at her eyes. She was very sincere, and her eyes were clear. I could tell that she means exactly what she is saying to me. My heart was beating wildly and my hands were trembling. I had something that really hurt, a kind of a lump or something in my throat. This girl really does want me to get dressed up in her clothes. And she wants for me to behave like a girl. I shuddered. The thought was so blissful. It was intoxicating. "So... What do you say Terry? You want to try doing it? Oh, come on, I know you want to do it. Don't woos out on me now." "Now? The moment the word was out of my mouth, I felt foolish. I knew that she had meant next week. She looked deeply into my eyes for a long minute. I could see that was thinking. "Yeah, right now. I want to see you do it right now, honey. Please?" "You really want me to? It's so... So... So perverse, Janet... It's..." Janet leaned over and kissed my lips lightly. I felt like I was suddenly on a pink cloud of bliss. I had dreamed of having her kiss me, and now she had actually done it. I melted inside. I was going to do anything that this lovely creature asked me to do for her. I was smitten, and I knew it. Just go and do it. You go to the bathroom and take a shower. And do not forget to shave. all over your body. I do not want any hairy male thing in my pretty clothes. After you get rid of all that ugly hair, take a bubble bath. There is no sense in doing this, if you are not going to do it all the way, right? While you are doing that, I will lay out some clothes for you. When you are all dressed, call me and I will show you how to do your makeup, okay?" Dumfounded and nearly stupefied, I slowly rose to my feet, from the couch and made my way to the bath room. I really did not believe that I was going to do this. But, I knew I wanted to. I knew that Janet wanted me to. I had not the will to resist this perverse temptation that I was faced with. I was being driven b a deep desire that seemed stronger then my own will. I wanted to please her. Shaving one's body hair off, even if it is very light like mine is, is no picnic, I'll tell you. It took a couple of nicks under my arms to teach me how to use the little delicate pink razor that Janet used. I usually used an electric razor, but it is not a good idea to use one of those in the shower. Because I was being so very careful not to hurt myself, it took nearly half an hour just to shave. But I had never felt so clean before, either. Then came a really unexpected sensation. I ran the tub full of hot water, and followed the directions on the bottle for adding the bath oil, then I climbed into the blue frothy bubble covered water. The scent of delicate wild flowers filled the air. When I settled into the tub, and began to feel the sensation of the oily water on my hairless skin, I knew that I would only take bubble baths from then on. It was no wonder to me at all that women were portrayed as enjoying long bubble baths. I could understand why, now. But what really amazed me, was the feel of my legs as they rubbed together the bath water. This could only be described as sensuous. It was wonderful sensation. And I enjoyed it immensely. This whole experience was terribly exiting to me. Unbidden, I had a very painful erection. I was overwhelmed by the combination of the sensuousness of the bath water on my hairless skin, and he knowledge that in a very short time, that I was going to be wearing a pretty girl s intimate lingerie and one of her beautiful dresses. For the first time in my life, my emotions were just too much for me. My hands groped under the surface of the water, and my mind filled up with fantasies of what it would be like, to go to school while I was wearing one of Janet's dresses, and looking like a real girl co-ed. I exploded in a fashion that I would not have believed was possible. I had masturbated many times in my life. After all, a guy that is as small as I am does not really attract a lot of attention from girls. But, never had I ever felt so sexually alive as I did at that moment. I was acutely aware that the reason for my sexual excitement was the knowledge that I was going to dress myself up in beautiful Janet's clothes, in just a few minutes. It was such an intense orgasm, that when it was over, all I could do was to lie in the hot water, breathing heavily, waiting for my strength to come back to me. I was blissfully relaxed, on a pink cloud of ecstasy. I had never felt so emotionally drained in my life, and it felt wonderful. It was like the idea of wearing her clothes was making me alive in ways that I had never dreamed were possible. After another ten minutes had passed, I pulled the plug and forced myself to get out of that tub. It was so delightful that I just wanted to keep running the hot water in, and stay there. But, there was something else in store for me to try that day, and I wanted to experience it. I blushed at my own feelings, ashamed of the knowledge. But, I really did want to see what It was going to be like, to be dressed up as a girl, in a pretty girl's clothes. I wanted to know if I could look pretty too. I wanted to know what being pretty would fed like. I knew that I was a guy. I knew that I should be ashamed of my feelings. Even though I knew all these things, still I found that deep inside of me, there was a desire to be as girlish as it would be possible to be. I was amazed that I truly wanted to know what It would feel like to act like a girl acts, and have everyone treat me like I was really a girl. The whole idea excited some very deep emotions that were soon going to be rampantly out of control. Yet, I no longer wanted to control them. I wanted to be free, free to feel and to be alive to those feelings, even if they were girlish in nature. My hands were shaking with my nervousness. I desperately hoped that Janet would not hate me when she found out how much I wanted to do this thing. I knew that I was hating myself for wanting to do it. I kew that every guy I knew, had jokes about fairies. The one that had stuck in my mind came back to haunt me with a vivid sense of personal humiliation. I had told this story to my friends many times, and I had always gotten lots and lots of laughs from them about it. Now my words were coming back to haunt me. The joke filled my mind at that moment, and I was ashamed of my feelings. It went like this. Two guys were talking in a high school gym locker room, after a phys-ed class. One said, "Hey, you hear about the new kid on the other school's wrestling team?" "No, what's so special about him?" "Well they say he is almost the smallest guy in the school. And they also say that he only wears girl's underwear under his clothes. But they say that no one can beat him, not even the biggest guys. He's got a special hold he uses." "Oh yeah? What's that?" "He puts a lip lock on the love muscle, and no one wants to break it, to stop him from using it, so, they always get pinned. He wins every match." That joke was always followed by lots of laughs. But, with a sudden shock of reality, I stopped cold in my tracks. I was towelling myself off, when all of a sudden a new thought occurred to me. Guys who wore girls clothes were considered to be weird, just like the guy in the joke. Well, they were not just considered to be weird. They were considered to be fairies, effeminated sissy cock suckers. How would I turn out? Would I end up wanting to dress up like a girl, and let guys take me out on dates, like a regular girl does? And would I kiss them and let them touch me the way that boys touch a girl? Would I ever... Would I ever want to suck a guy? I hoped not. I did not want to be gay, but I could not deny the simple fact that I was coming to love my new feminine feelings. Worse, would I be just like the guy in that old joke, and... My mind nearly went blank. I suddenly pictured myself wearing a dress, kneeling down in front of a real boy, and... And sucking his cock. I felt feint. I did not want that to happen to me. But also, I knew that I could not stop myself from 'wanting' to go into Janet's room, and 'wanting' to put on some of her clothes. I just did not want to stop myself from becoming a girl for a little while. I just did not, and that realisation scared me. I was terrified to know, that even if it meant that people thought I was gay, I still wanted to become a girl for a little while. These upsetting thoughts quelled the inner emotional excitement that was raging in my psyche to a degree. Yet they did not stop it. I could hardly wait to pull a pair of silky panties up my legs. I wondered what wearing a pair of women's nylons was going to feel like. I wondered if I would be able to walk in high heeled shoes like all the other girls did. I struggled valiantly with myself to put these thoughts out of my mind. I sighed. I knew only too well what the answer was. The only way to find out, was to go and do it, as Janet had said earlier. I removed the bathing cap from my hair, and let my hair fall to my shoulders. For the first time in my life, I was really glad that I had let It grow so long, just like any girl grows her hair. It had never occurred to me before that my hair was as long as any pretty girl's might be. It was just the popular style, that was all. But I could not deny the reality of it now. I finished towelling myself off, then stood for a long minute in front of the bath room door. The only robe in the bath room, was one of Janet's, hanging on a hook on the door. I had not thought to bring my own robe in with me. I wondered if my oversight might have been subconsciously deliberate. I reached out for It. My hand was really shaking as I reached for the very feminine intimate apparel. I was scared. This was taking a lot of guts for me to do. I had never thought that it would take courage for a boy to effeminate himself, but it did, lots of courage to. I slid the delicate ultra soft pink material, slowly up my arms, and I wrapped it tightly around my body, and tied the satin sash in a big bow over my tummy. I felt so very strange. For the first time in my life, I was wearing absolutely nothing but a pretty girl's clothing. The nearly floor length soft material swished softly and sensuously with a soft delicate whisper, across my hairless legs. I had a pang of desire that was unfamiliar to me. It made me wish that it was normal for me to be able and to be expected to wear things like this. I sighed. It was no wonder to me any more, that Janet wore this robe so much as she did, around the apartment. It felt so fabulously soft on my hairless skin. If I had the choice to wear such luxurious softness all the time, I would do it too. I had to pull my long hair out of the collar, just exactly the same as I had seen Jan do many times before. I felt strange knowing that I was doing exactly the same things that that pretty young woman, with whom I'd become smitten, did as a normal part of her every day life. And I was doing them, while I was wearing her clothes. I envied Janet for being a real girl, and for being expected to wear things like this all the time. Girls were so lucky, it seemed to me. It was hard for me to believe that I was envying a girl just because she was a girl. All my friends, though most would never admit it, thought girls were kind of second class citizens, in a way. We always made fun of their cutesy feminine ways. Now I found that I was envying a petty girl and I was envying her for what I had always poked fun at girls about before. It was hard to believe, but I was. I might as well admit it to myself. I envied her for being a female. I envied her because it was expected of her to wear things like this pretty robe. Yet, I would be greatly ridiculed, if anyone ever found out that I was wearing it. These strange new and powerful feelings were causing me such confusion. I could not possible want to be a girl, and be just like Janet, could I? How could that be? I sighed, consigning these curious thoughts and feelings to the back burners of my troubled mind, for the moment. It was too much for me to try and think out. Then, with a force of sheer will power, I made myself reach out and to turn the door knob. Because I was determined, that doing this thing, was something I was going to do, period. I stepped out of the hot moist atmosphere of the bath room. The cooler air seemed to somehow make me even more aware of the sensuality of the woman's elegant dressing gown that I was wearing. I felt the soft satin fringes on the tops of my feet and caressing my ankles. I glanced into the living room. Janet was seated on the couch with her shapely legs pulled up and tucked under her skirt. She was once again reading a text book. She glanced up at me when she sensed my presence. When she noted what I had on, she smiled warmly. "I laid out some really pretty lingerie for you to put on, and I chose one of my all time favourite dresses for you. I want you to wear it today. They are laid out on my bed. You should not have any trouble putting the girl's clothes on, but If you do run into problems, call me. We are not going to go out or anything like that, so you do not need to wear a corset tonight. Oh... And don't forget to put on my deodorant, okay? Then she went back to her book, as though what she had just said was a pretty normal thing to say to a guy. I steeled myself, glad that she had not raised a stink about me wearing her peignoir, and walked down the hall way and into her room. I was determined that I was going to find out what it really felt like to dress up as a girl. More than that though, I wanted to know what it felt like, to feel like I was being a real girl, and to do all the kinds of things that real girls do, all the time. I was excited, and a bulge was growing in the front of the lovely gown I was wearing. I had never been so ashamed of my inner desires in my life, as I was that day. I was voluntarily effeminating myself. I could hardly believe it, but the softness of the gown caressing my body was more than enough confirmation to me. I had never felt so alive in my life. This was the most exciting thing that I had ever done. Chapter Three Standing there, nearly naked, in Janet's very feminine bed room, all alone, made me feel very small and strangely vulnerable. I could almost sense the overwhelming presence of her feminine personality in the room. This room was decidedly, the room of a feminine and elegant young woman. I felt out of place in it, like a bull in a china shop. I did not belong there, yet there I was, naked. I looked over to the bed. Neatly laid out was the clothing she wanted for me to wear. At the foot of the bed, was a pair or beige coloured, seamless nylon stockings, and a waist cincher in a sky blue satin, with white lace trim. The garters straps were also blue with white lace trim. I wondered why she had put that out for me, if as she had said earlier, I would not need to wear a corset? Beside these delicate looking items, lay a pair of bright lemon yellow coloured satin panties with delicate white lace trimming. A matching lace trimmed satin bra with a camisole and half slip were also there. In the satin cups of the bra, were what looked like a pair of girl's breasts. Next to the pretty lingerie was laid out a pale pink satin dress. Looking back on things now, I realise that the false breasts should have tipped me off that this might have been a contrived situation that I was finding myself in. After all, why would a girl who looked like Jan looked, happen to have a pair of life-like false breasts on hand? But, It did not occur to me to question her about it, at that point. I had seen Janet wearing this beautiful dress before. And she was a knockout in it. It had sleeves that went down to the elbows, decorated at the cuffs with tiny satin bows, just below her elbows. It had a high neckline, that almost looked Victorian which was trimmed with a froth of very delicate pink lace that seemed to cascade out from under her chin. I soon discovered that the dress had to be zippered up the back. The pink satin skirt was full and would seem to billow out around her thighs and knees as she walked. On Janet, the hem went to about mid knee length. I had always admired how she looked, and the dress, when on her, when ever she had worn It. I wondered... Dare I say it... I sort of hoped that it might look just as good on me as it did on her. The waist was accentuated by a wide white leather belt. Beside the dress was a pair of darker pink coloured high heeled shoes. The shoes were very feminine looking, with open toes and three inch delicate thin high heels. Beside the shoes was a matching leather purse, a really humongous looking thing, with a long wide shoulder strap. After spending a few minutes of just staring, taking it all in, I remembered her admonitions. I walked over to Janet's vanity desk, and picked up her Soft & Dry deodorant. I had never thought that I would be using a girl's Soft & Dry. I smiled at myself, knowing that Janet had rolled some on, just like I was doing. While doing as the girl had done, I noted then that Janet had draped a towel over the vanity's mirror. Then, I slowly made my way back to the bed and stared at the clothing. I'd been around girl's clothes, and working with them almost all of my life. I had never before, though, wanted to wear them. Now, I was going to put the lovely things on, because I wanted to. That was what amazed me. I really wanted to feel what it was like to actually wear these feminine things. I also admitted to myself that it was also mostly it was because of the feminine girl who really owned them, and had worn them before me. Something from deep down inside of me, made me realise that I wanted me to be just like her, just like the beautiful elegant young lady that was sitting in the living room, while I was in her bed room, and about to be putting on her intimate apparel. This perverse and unnatural desire was so strong in me that it scared me. But, it did not take away the sense of delightful naughtiness about betraying my boy hood, that was making itself known to me either. I wanted to become a girl, just like her. The first thing that I did was to pick up the waist cincher. I gently and tentatively wrapped It around my waist and tugged at it, till I could fasten the eye and hooks at the small of my back. The satin was ever so soft and cool to the touch. But I was also very well aware that I could feel the stiff and unforgiving boning in the corseting too. It was tight, very tight, and it took nearly four inches off my already slender waist line. I was certain that I now had a girlish contouring to my shape. Then I sat on the bed and picked up one of the nylon stockings. As I'd seen my mother and my sisters do ever so many times in the past, I began to roll it so that it was all crumpled up, hanging from my thumbs and index fingers. I carefully inserted my right foot's toes, and very gently worked the delicate material so that it was smoothed out over the surface of my hairless feminine looking leg. The feel of the sensuous material on my smooth soft skin nearly drove me wild. I soon had another engorged erection. I had never even dreamed that wearing nylons could feel like that. I knew, no matter what might come, that this was not the last time that I would be wearing women's nylon stockings. Carefully, I attached the tops of the nylons to the delicate shirred garter tabs. Then I repeated the process for the other stocking as well. I had to admit to myself that I adored the way my shapely legs looked in the sexy nylon stockings. When I stood up though, I was really delightfully amazed at the feel of the newly discovered tautness that caressed my legs. I had never felt anything like that before, and I was half convinced that I wanted to feel it again and again and again. Geeze, it was no wonder that women loved their clothing so much, if it all felt as nice as the nylons did. I reached over for the panties. I felt kind of guilty about betraying my boy hood, as I thought of them as being my very first pair of girl's panties. I held the satin brief style panties up in front of me, to see which was the front side, then I bent over to pull them on There was a delicate whisper as the soft cool satin was pulled up over my nyloned legs. When I felt the sensuousness of the delicate, soft, cool satin on my skin, I once again relived all the envy that I had felt in the bath room. I wished desperately that I too was allowed to wear under wear like this all day long. Maybe Jan might let me wear some, some time? I giggled to myself as my mind phrased the wording, 'she would if I was a good little girl'. I let the lacy panty waist go to lightly encircle my effeminated waist, and saw the big bulge that my erection made in the front of the girl's panties. For a fleeting moment, I wished that I did not have a cock. It looked so obscene the way that it made the lovely feminine material bulge out. The soft satin was brushing the delicate underside of my cock, and, I nearly creamed all over, inside of the girl's panties I was wearing. I was not supposed to feel so turned on.... This was wrong... But, I felt like this.... It took all of the will power that I had not to reach down and grasp myself tightly and grinding that most intimate girl material into my effeminated boy's cock. Just knowing that it was an effeminated cock seemed to some how add to the excitement of the moment to. This was a very strange day indeed. I slid the lacy elastic shoulder straps of the bra over my shoulders and had to carefully reach around behind me to do up the two eyes and hooks. A bra.... I was now, a boy in a bra and panties. Then I picked up what I soon learned were gel filled false breasts. I put them into the satin bra cups, and immediately sensed the weight of them pulling at my bra straps. I loved the feel of it. They jiggled just like a real girl's breasts would jiggle. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have real ones on my chest. I was surprised that I even considered the kind of thought, yet I had. What was happening to me? I slid the silky feeling half slip up my legs and let go of the dainty elastic waist band. The slip's skirt was full and did a great deal to hide the ungainly thing in my panties. Then I raised the lacy bodiced camisole over my head and let the delicate garment I slip down over my head. I felt the total effemination of girl hood descending, enveloping my psyche, as the ultra feminine garment came down over my head. It hung from my shoulders by two satin strings. I loved the way it naturally curved itself to form fit around my newly acquired breasts. The bra was tight enough that it squeezed my chest a bit with the effect that it made it look a bit like I had real cleavage. I was ecstatic. I did not want to be, but I was. Something that I had not expected, that delighted me to no end, was a strange and sudden realisation that I was wearing the very same things that Janet wore all the time, as part of her normal every day life style. I felt like I could understand her better. I felt like I might even be able to feel some of her feelings. I felt that somehow that I had become strangely and most intimately connected with her now. I loved this awareness. I loved sensing the new "girl" feelings that my new awareness told me that Janet shared with all other women. I carefully stepped into the high heels that I was going to wear for this experiment. The immediate feel of the high instep, pushing up against my arches made me feel strangely secure. I knew that if her shoes would fit me, that I might very well have pretty feet too. Janet had small feet, and I thought they were very pretty. I was ecstatic over the fact that my feet were small enough to wear her shoes. I loved the feel of these shoes. It on took a few moments, and I was walking on them as though I had worn high heels every day of my life. I did not choose to note the fact that in order to walk in them and to keep my balance, I had naturally started to take small mincing feminine steps, that made me walk like any other sexy girl walks. The only thing left for me to do then was to put 'my' dress on. I reached out for the hem of the dress, and I raised it up to my shoulders. I reached inside and worked the sleeves up over my arms, then raised the dress up over my head. Expectantly, and nearly breathless, I looked up into the inside of the dress. This was a sight that only girls or other fairy guys like me ever got to see. I blushed. I knew that I should not be seeing a dress from this perspective, and yet it excited me to know that I was doing so. With a deep sigh of resignation to my impending effemination, I slowly allowed the hem to descend down over my head, down over my shoulders, down, down till the shoulders were past my neck. As my (first?) dress came down over my head to settle on my shoulders, like it was designed to do for a woman, I felt as though I were somehow being enveloped in complete femininity. I loved the intimate feeling of doing what Jan does with the same clothes. I was doing the intimate things that that pretty and very sexy girl in the living room does every day of her life. I felt strangely, as though I were privileged. The certain knowledge that I was now wearing a dress that had made Jan look fantastic and not just wearing her dress but I was also wearing her intimate under wear too, nearly caused me to explode again in the lovely panties that I was wearing. I loved the girlishness of what I was doing. Again, I envied her for being a real girl, and for having the right to wear these things all day long for her entire life. I did not have the right to wear such pretty garments. I knew with a start, that if is was somehow possible for us to do so, I would willingly give up my boy hood, to assume her lovely girl hood. I was ashamed of this desire, but it was very strong. With some difficulty, I reached behind me and managed to do the zipper up, all the way to the back of my neck. I discovered that there was a little clasp there as well, at the top of the zipper. I smoothed the pretty dress down, over my front and over my bum. The soft clingy satin drape emphasised my breast' curvatures in a most embarrassing way. There was no way to hide them. I reached for the dress's belt and secured it on. I stood there, quiet for a very long moment. I could not believe that I was actually standing in Janet's room, and that I was wearing one of her pretty dresses. I could hear her speaking to me from the living room. I looked down at the way the dress's skirt which flared out from my waist, and seemed to float all around me. I could see the tips of the pointed toes of my shoes. I was acutely aware that I was wearing almost nothing but satin, and all of it was made to be worn by real girls, not boys. I was wearing high heels, like a lady wears. Fortunately, the skirt flared out enough to hide the painful bulge that would not go away from the front of my panties. From somewhere very deep inside of me, a bubble started to rise to the surface of my psyche. The bubble, I sensed, was the rising reality of a new and definitely, a girl's personality. As she rose to the surface, I loved the way she made me feel. I had never felt such a complete sense of peace in my entire life. I had never felt like I loved myself the way that I loved this newly emerging girl, who was manifesting herself, from within me. I felt like my spirit was soaring. I felt such a strange sense of peace, and completeness, as though I was a whole personality for the very first time in my life. I felt free, at last. "Hey, in there... Do you have 'your' dress on yet?" "Yeah..." I tried to answer, but my voice broke. I forced myself to speak louder. 'Yes, Janet. I have it on now." "Okay sweetie, I'll be there in a minute. Just keep your panties on." I heard her giggling. I had heard girls say that kind of thing to one another lots of time in the past. It seemed so very strange to hear it being said to me though, especially since I was indeed wearing girl's panties. That thought astounded me. I rubbed the front and the sides of my dress. I could feel my panty lines. This I knew, was exactly what a girl feels if she rubs herself just like this. Yes, I was indeed wearing girl's panties. I felt free. Janet entered the room at that moment. I knew that she could read the expression on my face. I looked up at her, expecting her to ridicule me. Earnestly, I searched her face for clues as to what she was really feeling about seeing me wearing her clothes. I feared that she would make fun of me for doing what she herself had wanted me to do. I was prepared for her to laugh at me for being such a sissy fairy, because I would allow her to influence me to dress myself up in her clothes, without duress or coercion. I was ashamed. I had never felt so weak and vulnerable in my life, as I stood there, letting this girl whom I'd been ljusting after, see what I looked like while I was wearing her clothes. If she called me names, she'd be right. What I saw in her eyes though was interest. It was not interest because I was a boy and I was in her clothes. It was the kind of interest you would expect to see in a seamstress's eyes, when you went in for a fitting. She walked slowly around me, not really looking at me, but examining how her clothes were fitting me. At last, she walked back around and stood right in front of me. She looked at my face, examining it in careful detail. I did not know what she was looking for, and I feared she did not like what she was seeing. I had the strangest desire for her to like what she saw, when she saw me in her clothing. And after a long moment she smiled and she spoke to me. 'Well honey, you ain't no raving beauty queen, no sir. But I do believe that you can be one very attractive looking young lady, with the right make-up. Fortunately we are both summer complexions, so you can wear all my make-up colours. That also means that all my clothes are the right colours for you too, should you find that you want to try them on to again." She giggled at my obvious embarrassment. "To be quite honest with you, I am surprised at just how well my clothes do fit you. If I were you, I'd get a cjustom made foundation garment made, but for now, you look pretty natural in what you have on. Yes, you look quite good actually, for a boy. Now... Girl, sit down over here at my vanity, and let's get the real girl you started on her way out." She spent the next half hour, not saying anything, but just putting one thing after another on my face. She worked very intently. I had no idea of what she was doing. For all I knew, she may be turning me into a clown. She would not let me see what she was doing. When she seemed to be at last satisfied with my make-up, she then started to work on my hair. She trimmed it a bit with her scissors, and she teased it a lot with her brush. Finally, she placed a hair band in it. Next, she clipped some of her pretty dangling earrings onto my ear lobes, and then she placed rings on my fingers. She snapped a small silver wrist watch to my left wrist, and a wide white plastic bracelet onto my right wrist. She took one more very long examination of what she had done to me, and smiled. As though she had just remembered something very important, she made a cute but perplexed little gesture with her face. Then it was though a light went on behind her eyes, and she smiled at me. She grabbed for a bottle of pink nail polish. When she was satisfied with how my finger tips looked, she stood back and looked at me again. "You my dear, are now a very, very pretty young woman. Would you like to see your new self... As the real you, as that little girl that has been inside of you... All this time?" "Yea... Yes... I guess so?" My voice was almost cracking with my nervousness. Janet giggled at that. She must have understood the strange emotions that were tearing at my psyche. "Just before we do that, we have to settle one little thing. Since you are wearing all of my pretty clothes, I want you to use my pretty name too. My middle name is Beverly. Don't you think that is a pretty name?" "Yes. I do think so." "Yes what? Speak just a wee bit louder, and a wee bit higher than you normally do, and you will sound just exactly like a real girl sounds, Beverly." "Uhhh... Yes, I do think that Beverly is a pretty name... A very feminine name..." "Good girl. Now Beverly, I want you to turn slowly towards the mirror, and close your eyes tightly. Don't open them till I say it's okay to open them, okay sweetie?" "Okay Janet," I responded in my newly acquired girlish voice, with a strangely newly acquired submissiveness to her, that I had not known in me before. I did as she had instructed me to. With my eyes closed tightly, I heard her walking around the room. I heard her go over towards the closet. I heard the closet door open, then after some scraping like sounds, and some delicate clicking sounds, she walked back to where I was still sitting, in front of her vanity. "Okay honey, now you can open your eyes, Beverly." I slowly and kind of fearfully opened my eyes looking straight ahead of me. Janet was standing by the vanity desk's mirror. She grinned at me, and she moved quickly, whipping the towel off the mirror. I was stunned at what I saw there. All I could do was stare at the very attractive young woman I saw reflected there. She stared back at me, with a stunned and incredulous look on her face. She was beautiful. I knew she was me, but it just did not register on my mind that I could actually look so appealing. I carefully, slowly examined her head and shoulders. I knew It was me yet, it did not look like me. Her hair was pulled back at the sides. and it was fluffed out behind a hair band. She had long curly bangs, and her hair was fluffed up on the top of her head too, making it look as though she had masses of hair on her head. She wore big dangling silver earrings. Her eyes looked much larger than mine had ever looked, and they were framed by very pretty curled up, long lashes. Her lips were pouty looking, kind of like a spoiled girl might look if she were not getting what she wanted to get, and they were now a bright pink colour. Her skin looked so very soft and smooth, blemish free, that I wondered how Janet could ever have gotten that effect. Her cheeks were lightly rouged, making her look as though she were blushing, in a most pretty fashion. I could see remnants of my own face, but it was definitely a young woman's face now. The mass of hair that was piled up on the top of her head, seemed to emphasise the sliminess of the pink clad shoulders and the small delicate looking neck. "Well, Beverly... Do you like the way you look now?" "I... I love it... I... I would never have dreamed that I could look like this. I just can't believe it, you know?" "Yeah... Well, as far as I am concerned, you look like you should be kept in dresses for the rest of your life. You look far more natural now, as a woman, than you ever did as a guy, you know. You are too damned pretty to be allowed to wear boy's clothes all the time. Beauty like this was made to be shown off..." "1... I can't believe it... It's really me?" "Honey, this is the real you. Hey, I have a full length mirror over here. Come over here, and see what you really look like, girl." Strangely, though I was acutely aware the she kept calling me 'girl', it did not bother me. I knew that it should have, but it didn't. I put the thought out of my mind. I wanted to enjoy this new thing, without having to deal with stupid guilt. I stood before the mirror, after walking in a decidedly feminine manner in the high heels, still amazed, almost in a dream-like state. I loved what I was seeing. That girl personality that I was sensing before burst all over my psyche now. I knew that I would never again be happy, unless I was able to be this new woman some of the time. I knew that I would wear women's clothes over and over and over again. This was how I really wanted to be. If that meant that I was really a fairy now, after all, well that would be the price I would have to pay, if I wanted to feel like this again. I felt to nice to ever want to stop feeling like this. Janet took my right hand and led me over to the full length mirror. When I stepped in front of It, I nearly swooned. I saw a young woman. The reflection was definitely not that of a young man in his female roommate's clothes. I was astounded. There I stood, and I was a woman now. I could not stop that deeply satisfied secret grin that spread itself across my pretty new feminine face. I liked what I, as a young woman, looked like when I smiled. I knew that I was pretty, even though not a beauty queen, as Janet had pointed out earlier. Still, I was not looking in any way masculine. I looked like a 'she' or a 'her'. Something very deep started to happen to me, as I looked at myself as a "her" for the first time in my life. "So..? You kind of think that you really like being a girl, eh?" "I... I have never done anything like this before, Janet.... I... I am so confused... I love what it feels like. I love what I look like.... I feel so feminine? I feel so pretty..? But I know that I should not like it, you know?" She smiled at me in the reflection, and she shocked me as she reached around in front of me, to grasp the front of my dress. I had not even been aware of how being dressed in her pretty clothes was affecting me in that way. I was so ashamed, and ever so humiliated by the reality of my situation. She made me realise that I had never been so turned on in my short little life. "You are pretty honey, and better, you even act in a very feminine way too. You do not act like a guy in his female room mate's clothes. You act like a real girl acts, almost as if you were born to really be a girl, somehow. Wow honey, you were not kidding when you said that you loved feeling like a woman, were you? Look at this. I have never seen a guy so hard before. Wow... You love this stuff... Maybe you secretly have wanted to be a girl?" She grinned in a way that let me know that if I wanted to be a girl, that it was quite fine and dandy with her. I nearly died at the shame of her discovery. There was no way that I could ever again keep any semblance of masculinity before her. She knew as well as I knew that I wanted to dress like this all the time. I wanted to feel womanly, and pretty. There was just no explaining it. It was just a fact of my life now. In one sense, my sense of person hood sank into oblivion, as I knew that she would never again see me as a normal guy. Yet, I knew that I would spend a lot of my future, wearing dresses and lingerie. If I was a fairy, then... Well, that is what I was. That was the simple and basic truth about it. I knew now that I would be willing to be branded as a fairy, if it meant that I could look and feel the way I did at that moment. This feeling of being feminine and pretty was the most wonderful feeling that I had ever had. I wanted to feel it all the time. "You are acting ever so feminine, Beverly. Listen, dear, You are making me very, very horny. I have got to do something about it, or I am going to go nuts. I can not believe how much you turn me on, when I see you looking and acting like you do right now. You is one hot foxy lady, Beverly. Come on. Let's get out of here." 'What? Dressed up like this? You want me to go outside like this?" "Beverly, you and I know that you want to go out and make people think that you are really a girl, don't we? So, let's stop pretending about your macho self image, okay? You love being a girl, and no girl can resist the desire to see if she is attractive to others. I do not think that you are any different than any other girl at this moment, Beverly. I know that you want people to think you are a girl, and treat you like a girl. I just know it, so don't play the macho boy with me. You just ain't no boy no more, honey. Get used to it. You go out to the living room and wait for me, and I will only take me a minute to get myself dressed for going out. Then we'll go downtown for a bit, and do some window shopping. Maybe, if you are a good girl, we might even go into some of the stores and you can try on some pretty dresses, if you see any you would like to try on." She grinned. I started for the living room, acutely aware of how the strange new fabrics felt on my skin, not to mention the design of the clothes. In the back of my mind, was the certain knowledge of good Janet had looked when she had worn the same clothes, and that they were now fitting me as though I had the natural physicality to wear them to. "Honey, on second thought, since we are just girls here, why not stay here while I get dressed?" I blushed furiously as her comment about my femininity sank in, and sank down to sit on the plush chair in front of the vanity. I blushed as I realised that I had subconsciously swept my dress out under me as I sat, like I'd seen my mother and sisters do nearly every day of my life. I was acting just like I had been a girl an of my life. The gesture was not wasted on Janet, and she smiled, with a strange kind of victorious kind of smirk. This confused me, but I had too many new things to think about, without trying to interpret her facial expressions to. I watched as Janet threw on her casual clothes. She rolled on some of the same feminine deodorant I had just used, then went over to her bureau. She deftly shimmied out of her panties and bra, giving me a luscious eye full of her curves. The she selected fresh lingerie from the drawers where I had placed her laundry earlier. I watched her drape a slip over her head and let it fall in a delightful swish of the soft material, and then adjust the lacy delicate shoulder straps. She smiled at me as she moved the bodice of her slip, to mould it around her lovely breasts. As I watched, her getting dressed, just like she would with another girl in the room, I swelled even more in my panties. Janet pulled on a pair of pantyhose, then went over to the closet. She chose a pale blue dress that was sort of similar to the one that I was wearing. In a moment, she had it on, and asked me to help her with the zipper. I reached over and raised her zipper to her neck. I admired the pink nails on the ends of my fingers, contrasting against the blue of her dress. She stepped into a pair of white leather pumps. Next, she asked me to move to the bed, so that she could use 'my' vanity to do her own make-up. I watched with keen interest as she did her face with accjustomed expertise. I knew that since she had told me that her colours were right for me as well, that I would be applying my own make-up in the same fashion that she did hers. Soon, she smiled at me through the mirror. She was ready. She pointed at the purse that I would use, and, without question, scared silly, I reached for it and pulled it up over my left arm, to hang from my shoulder. It was surprisingly heavy. I followed her out through the living room to the closet by the front door. She handed me a light pink wool coat, and a pair of soft white leather gloves. I put these on, as she removed a coat and selected gloves for herself. Once she was ready, she selected a light grey fedora for me and she positioned it on my head. I had no more excuses or delaying tactics. It was time. I had to step outside, clad only in women's clothes. Gawd help me if I did not act enough like a lady to convince everyone who would see me, that I really was a girl. Wow, that could be serious... I had to act in a way so that everyone who saw me believed in my femininity. Being a convincing girl was going to save my reputation. I felt so weak and so vulnerable. Fear assailed every nerve ending in my body. Janet half pushed me out the door, and made me walk down the steps in front of her. I nearly fell a couple of times, as my heels would get caught In the cracks of the stairs. I quickly learned why women looked like the were walking sort of sideways when they descended stairs. They did it so they would not break their necks. The first thing that I became aware of, was how the afternoon sun felt on my nyloned legs, below my knees to my ankles. The next thing was that there was a slight breeze that kept teasing its way up and under my dress hem. I loved the sensation of it. I also loved walking on the pavement, wearing such delicate shoes. The soles were so thin that I could feel the grains of sand on the sidewalk under my feet. I found too, that wearing the high heels made me sway my hips and move my arms a lot more than normal, just to help me to maintain my balance. It was not long before I became aware that I was holding my arms up at my sides, instead of letting them hang down as I normally did. My hands also hung down, in a decidedly limp wristed effeminate way, just like I was a real girl. I knew though that the way I was dressed, no one would think that I was abnormal, walking in such a swishy way. Jan and I were the only ones who knew that I was a boy. Janet saw all of this as it was registering on my face, and she just smiled warmly with much approval and she uttered little encouragements for my feminine behaviourism. I remembered very little from that outing as a girl for the first time, because I was so terrified all the time. Janet made for the downtown area and we walked up one side of the main street and down the other side. She made me go into one store after another. It was a blurry daze to me. The only thing that really stuck in my mind was that every one thought that I was a girl, and, they treated me like I was a girl, which is quite a bit different from the way guys are treated in stores. I loved being treated as someone who was cute and who would always need help. It was a very different perspective on social interactivity, and I loved it. I felt sort of normal, in a strange way. Janet bought me some matching panty and bra sets, with matching camisoles and half slips. She also said that they would not be complete without some garters and nylons. I asked her why, and all that she told me was that I needed new under wear. I knew that I needed new under wear, but I could not see why it would have to be the silk and lace kind. A secret part of me did make me aware that I was not going to put them to waste. Only, the garters that she decided to buy for me, were the kind that were attached to a white satin, lightly boned corselette, emphasised with black lace trim. It was very pretty garment for sure, but I felt foolish knowing that I was a boy and because of that, I would hardly ever get a chance to wear such a delightful garment. I felt even funnier knowing that she was not buying these ultra feminine under things for herself, but she was buying them for me. I could not help but wonder if that meant she planned to see me wearing her girl's clothing often in the future. I did not want to admit it, but a part of me kind of hoped that this was her plan for me. The lingerie was of a rich satin material and just felt dreamy to the touch. She asked me if I wanted to try on a dress that she thought would look pretty on me, but I was too chicken, so I politely declined her offer. I think that she knew that I wanted to try it on though. Finally, we stopped at a restaurant to have a light lunch. Janet would only let me have a salad, as that was a normal midday meal for any girl who was watching her figure. I tried to remind her that I was not a girl trying to watch my figure, but she just grinned and told me that she knew better. I felt it was wise not to contest with her, in the restaurant. We did talk a lot though, through our dinner. Janet confessed to me that she really did like me far better as Beverly than she ever had has Terry. She made me agree that I would be Beverly most of the time at home. She told me that I could wear her clothes anytime that I felt like I wanted to, and that she would get pretty upset if I did not wear them a lot. She made me promise her that I would wear her clothes sometimes when we were at home alone. I felt really funny making such a promise to the pretty young woman, and I blushed. Janet liked my reaction, and she grinned at me in a most accepting fashion. I soon realised that Janet was treating me more like I was a real girl, than as a boy room mate, who was wearing her clothes. She talked to me about all kinds of things, like how it felt to her when she had her period and intimate stuff like that. I wished that she would not talk to me about such personal feminine things like that. But she told me that she wanted for me to know what it was really like to be a normal girl, and that meant that I had to talk with her about the things that real girls talk about to each other. She recounted to me those very special feelings she had felt the first time that she had a crush on a boy. She talked about her sensitive feelings in such a way, that I almost envied her for feeling such lovely emotions. She giggled as she told me all about the first time that she had ever seen a boy's cock. We giggled a great deal during that little story. It really was quite funny. I felt very strangely and intimately connected with her in some way, that was beyond any thing that I had ever felt with a girl before. When she talked to me like I was another girl, I felt like I was getting a sense of what sharing her girl hood was really like to her. It made me feel warm, and very loved. It made me feel like I somehow belonged with her. I wanted this feeling to last forever. It was the warmest feeling I had ever had before. I loved being treated like I was really another girl. I loved feeling the freedom to have a limp wrist when I moved my hands. It seemed odd to me that I should think of such a thing as being a freedom, but it felt that way to me. Strangely, to me, that seemed like a freedom. The more that I became aware that I was really enjoying acting in such a girlish manner, the more I realised that I had only been acting like a boy for all of my life. I had not been masculine because that was normal for me. I had not been acting in a masculine fashion, because it was normal for boys to do that. I realised that I had learned how to act like a boy, and I had lived my entire life acting like a boy, instead of just being a boy. I had done it, to get along with people. I knew now that it was all an act. I'd manufactured a masculine personality to me, so that I would not have to deal with the stress of being branded as a fairy. Wearing this dress had given me the freedom to drop all of the acting. I was turning real swishy, very fast. It was happening almost before I was even aware of it. I had tried to act girlish to keep myself from being discovered, and ostracised, but the fact was, being girlish was the real me, not the put on act that it started out as. Janet noted it however, and she commented on lt. She even told me that she was really glad that r was so girlish. She said it made her feel a lot better about living with me, knowing that she would be able to share so much more of her life with me, than she ever could with a real boy. She told me that it made her feel so much closer to me now, to know that we were so much alike, in so many ways. She said that she felt much safer somehow, to know that she was sharing the apartment with another girl rather than a real boy. She also told me that she just loved knowing that under all the prettiness and the lace, that there really was a boy inside. She leaned closer and smiled secretly to me, and told me that she was really turned on by knowing that such a pretty girl was really a boy under neath all of it. By the end of my first foray into the wonderful not to mention very sensuous world of Janet's womanliness, it was nearly three in the afternoon. By that time, I was finally starting to get used to being seen in public wearing Janet's pretty clothes, and of being accepted and treated as though I really were just another girl. I loved they way that it was so different from what I was used to. There was a freedom that I felt that I had never felt before. I had even gotten used to the painful bulge that was pressing against the front of my panties. I had managed to relax a great deal too. I relaxed so much that I could even be more aware of the soft swishing of my satin slip against my upper nylons as we walked home. I was even aware of how the slip swished across the bum of my panties. The satin caress was something that I never wanted to stop feeling. It was just too nice a feeling to ever want to give up. We decided to stop on the way back home, and get some white wine, for later on in the evening. We decided to get a whole gallon of it, with much giggling. I loved it when the clerk came up to us, and said, "Have you ladies already decided on what you want, or can I help you out" Finally, we got home. I went into my room, and removed my new purchases from their packages, and put them in my drawers. I had not realised it, but she had bought me 7 pairs of panty and bra sets, in many light pastel colours. All of them were either of soft satin or silk. All of them were lace trimmed, and very feminine, not to mention, sexy. With a start, I knew that if I wanted to, I could just throw all of my boy's underwear away, as I now had more pairs of panties than I did jockey shorts. On a careless whim, hoping that I was not going to regret it, I gathered all of my jockey shorts together, and took them to the kitchen, and dropped them into the garbage can. I knew that I might live to regret that decision, but for now, I really only wanted to wear the softness of my new girl's underwear. It did not take a lot of encouragement from Janet to get me to agree to stay with her, in our dresses and high heeled shoes for the rest of the afternoon. We just lounged around, giggling an awful lot as we sipped at our supply of wine, and talked about how nice it felt for me being a girl for a day. Janet did not miss the fact that I for one, had become very comfortable wearing her dress. Every once in a while, she would even chide me little bit about sitting with my knees too far apart, but aside from that, she made no other mention that I was real a male. I liked being treated like a girl from her. Around six, Janet asked me if I would like to help her prepare some supper. When I agreed, she led me into the kitchen. She tied a rather frilly and very effeminating apron around my waist. She kidded me as she did so, that since I was the one wearing the apron, and since I was the one dressed in pink while she was wearing a boy's colour of blue, that it must mean that I was the wife tonight. When she said that to me, she was looking at my face intently. I did not react in a negative way. Secretly, I kind of liked the idea of such a pretty girl deciding that between the two of us, I should be in the more feminine, and the wife too. When she saw no negative response from me, she came over and stood right in front of me. She put her hands on my cinched in waist, and gently pulled me close to her. She was pressing the material of my dress, slip and panties against my huge erection, both with her upraised knee between my legs, and her pelvis pressing tightly against me. And she knew what she was doing to me to. We were exactly the same height in our heels. She lightly kissed my lips then stepped back from me, but only about six inches. "I think that you would really like the idea of becoming a wife, you know that, Beverly?" Her eyes roamed over my face. She was smiling warmly, but she had a quizzical expression on her face. "The more I see how you act, while you are wearing my clothes, the more convinced I am that you should have been born as a girl. I am convinced that you really do love being a girl. I think you would rather be a girl. In fact, I think that if your finances allowed for it, you would stop living as a boy entirely. Am I right, Beverly?" I blushed. I could in no way lie to her. She was looking right into my yes, and I knew that if I tried to lie, she would know it. I also knew that if I lied, it might ruin this wonderful sense of warmth and intimacy that I had been feeling with her all day long. Besides that, she knew only to well how big I was in the panties I was wearing. "1... I really don't know, Janet. If you mean, do I love what I have been doing all day long... Well, you know how much I do. I could never lie to you about that. You know how much I love what you have done to me. If... If you look in the garbage can... Well, you will see that I threw out all of my boy's underwear. When I opened the packages of the lingerie that you bought for me this afternoon, I just could not stand the thought of not wearing such beautiful things like that, all day long, instead of the boys' underwear so, I chucked them out. I don't know what is happening to me, but I do know this. After this afternoon, I know that I want to wear girl's clothes for the rest of my life. I don't know if I want to stop being a boy, but I will definitely wear dresses again. Of that much, I am certain. I just loved the way people treated me when they thought that I was really a real girl. It is so different from the way a boy gets treated. And I just adore the way these clothes make me feel." "How do thy make you feel Beverly?" "They make me feel... They make me feel free. I don't know if I can explain it any other way. I... I feel like a girl personality inside of me, has somehow been released, and I think that I like her a lot more than I ever liked the boy that I was." "I can understand that. You do make a pretty and lovely girl, Beverly. You were a wimpy book wormy guy. No one wants to be around guys like that. But, everyone wants to be around good looking chicks. People like you a lot better when you are a girl, so it follows that you should like yourself better when you are a chick, right?" "I don't know. That may be true. But, I feel so feminine, deep on the inside. I know now that I look feminine on the outside, but I really feel very girlish on the inside. And I love the feeling, Janet. I really do love it. I never felt like this before. And I really do love it. Oh. I know all about what they say about guys who like to wear girl's clothes, but well... I don't feel like that. I just like the feel of wearing girl's stuff. And I like the freedom that I feel when I act like a girl. I just can't describe it any other way. I... I kind of feel as though acting like a boy was all an act, and acting like a girl is the way the real me should be acting. It's kind of scary, you know?" "Well, you know there is an awful lot more to being a girl than just wearing lingerie and dresses?" "Yeah... I know." Janet looked at me for a long moment, then I could see her making some kind of decision behind her pretty eyes. "Beverly, would you be willing to let me train you to behave like a young lady?" "Well... I don't have any idea of what that entails, but I do know this. I love what I've done today. I'd be willing to learn an awful lot more about it. Yes, I would like it if you would train me to be a real young lady... Just like you, Janet?" "You know Beverly, at some point in time, you are going to also have to learn how to deal with boys. If you keep going out in public as a girl, and you look the way you do now, guys are going to be attracted to you, and they are going to hit on you. Are you ready for that?" "No. I am not. That thought really scares me. I really do not think I am a queer. But, I can't help feeling that I might like to go out with a boy sometime, just to see what it feels like to do something that every normal girl does all the time, you know what I mean?" "If you mean that you would not go out with a boy, because you are a boy dressed up in girl's clothes, then I do not think that you are a queer either... But do you meant that do you would like to go out with a boy, because when you are dressed in girl's clothes you want to do all the things and experience all the things with boys, that real girls get to do with boys?" "Yeah, I guess that is pretty much It." "Well, real girls like to suck their boy friend's cocks for them Beverly, when they get their boy friends all hot and bothered. That is what girls do. They flirt with a boy till the get him all cranked up, then they relieve them. Girls do that because it is how girls attract guys to themselves. Are you willing to flirt with a boy, get him all cranked up for you, then suck his cock, if you like the boy, Beverly?" "I... I don-t know... I wish I knew... I can't say, Janet. I do not know. It has always been such a bad thing to do such things, but I never dreamed that I could ever feel so good, wearing girl's clothes, and going out in public like I did." "Well honey, I can tell you this much. If you knew that you definitely wouldn't do it, then you won't do it. But, if you don't know if you would do it or not, then that means the idea of sucking a boy's cock is not all that repulsive to you. That means you probably would do it if the circumstances were right for you. It also means, that like a lot of girls, you will probably really like doing It too. I know I do." "You... You like sucking cocks?" I was amazed. Janet was always the perfect little lady; 'Miss Goody Two Shoes'. I would never have expected her to say something like that. It just did not seem to fit in with her ladyness. "Hey, it may look like the guy is dominating you when you suck him, But when you got his cock in your mouth, you soon realise that girls have got a lot of power over guys. Man, you start sucking a cock, and pretty soon, they will promise you anything. You got to learn how to manipulate guys to get what you want out of them. They like that, you know when a girl manipulates them. It makes them feel important and powerful, you know? Guys like to feel like that. But, a smart chick will soon learn that if she can make a guy feel like that, he'll give her anything she wants, if he has got it to give. That's how courtesans got so wealthy in the Victorian times." "Wow. I guess that I had never thought about that." "Listen, I really can't wait any longer. Walking around with you all day, knowing that under that pink dress is a rock hard cock has been driving me wild all day long. I have been going crazy knowing that under the pretty girl exterior, there is really a rock hard boy. My panties are soaking wet; you've made me so horny. Go in and lay on my bed. I'll be in there in a few minutes. Oh, and leave your apron on, okay?" She leaned forward and kissed me one more time. As I turned to walk down the hall way, she smacked my bum, just hard enough that I could feel a slight sting from her hand. Her words rang in my ears. I was elated to know that I, as a girl, could make someone else so horny. It was very flattering to me. I was making someone else feel the things that I had felt when I looked at a pretty girl. I was elated to know that my girlishness was affecting someone in such a way. I had to refrain myself from skipping down the hall way. I lay down on her bed, on my back. Strangely, this time, I felt like I almost belonged in this girl's room. Femininity was no longer a mystique. It was something that I loved to feel. It was now something that I craved to be able to lay claims to, as being feminine myself. I felt entirely natural, lying on the young lady's bed, in her room, in her clothes. In about five minutes, Janet came into the room. I was astounded. She was naked. She came over to the bed and stood, feet spread apart, with her hands balled into fists on her hips. And she stared down at me. She had a strange glint in her eye. It made me feel very weak. I stared up at her perfect little breasts; I envied her for having them. I wished that I could have breasts like that. I looked down at the flat crotch Yes, I wished that I looked like that down there too. I wanted to be just like her... She leaned over and pushed my apron, dress and slip up and lay it on my belly. I knew that she could see the hard erection pushing at the front of the yellow satin panties. She leaned over again, and put her fingers into the pantywaist. I felt the cool air as she lifted the pantywaist and lowered my panties to the tops of my nylons. My cock stood straight up. It was engorged, delighted to be in the midst of this exclusively feminine environment. "Your cockette looks so very pretty in your... in 'my' lingerie, Miss Beverly." Then she climbed up on the bed and stood over me, with one foot on each side of my hips. "You love being the submissive missy one in a relationship. I can tell that about you. That is a very feminine trait. It suits you, Beverly. It certainly fits the way you are dressed." I just lay there passively; wondering what she was going to do to me. I had never felt like this before. She was making me so horny, yet somehow; she was also making me feel like I was more girlish than she was. I looked up at her pretty crotch. I wanted to fill it for her. I also envied her for having one to get filled. She was just so beautiful. If I had the privilege of being born as a woman, I would have wanted to be just exactly like her. Janet smiled, and slowly began bending her knees, lowering herself onto me. When she got low enough that my cock was touching her, she reached down and placed the end of my cock into her vagina, and slowly began lowering herself even further. I had never been with a woman before. I had never been wearing women's clothing before. I had never been treated like I was the woman before. All these things combined to make me ecstatically aware that I was about as complete a female at that moment that I might ever possibly be. I felt the soft warm moistness of her as she lowered herself onto me, and I struggled to not ejaculate in to her, but it was such a lovely feeling, that it was very hard for me not to cum. This was such a wonderful warm and intimate moment that I wanted it to last as long as it was possible to make it last. I was acutely aware of every stitch of feminine clothing that I was wearing, and it seemed to heighten the sexual intensity that I was having. "You can ejaculate into me now, my pretty little Miss Beverly." Her words were the spark that I needed. I moaned as I drove myself deep up inside of her. Janet moaned as she had her own orgasm, and I felt her squeezing me as she began to bounce up and down on me. When I let it go, it was like liquid fire ejaculating through me. It burned, and was so intense that it was almost uncomfortable. I nearly blacked out from the intensity. I could feel almost every girl s stitch that I was wearing. I was the girl. I tensed, then went completely limp. I was spent, completely drained. I lay there, acutely aware that every stitch of the feminine clothing that I was wearing was designed and made for a girl to wear, and that it was I, a boy who was wearing them. I felt Janet lower herself so that her whole weight lay on top of me. She kissed my eye brows, my eyes, my nose, and my mouth. Her lips roamed down to my neck. It tickled as she gave me a hickey on the left side of my neck. I felt so weak and vulnerable to her as she kissed my neck. Then her lips went back to my mouth for a long lingering kiss. They then nibbled at my left cheek as she moved her mouth over to my ear. She whispered into my ear, "Miss Beverly, you can fuck like a mink, young lady. That is what guys say to girls who really know how to fuck good, did you know that?" All I could so, was lie there, enjoying the pleasure of being so completely feminised. She knew that I was hers now. Chapter Four The last two weeks have flown by like some kind of whirlwind. Today is the middle of the afternoon of October 31. That means of course that the Big Bash at the college Pub is going on tonight. That means that I will be going to a college function, dressed entirely as a girl. Believe me, the thought scares me. But the idea of everyone thinking that I am really a girl is very exciting to. Just to highlight what has transpired over the last two weeks, just to catch you up to date, okay... I'll make a few brief comments. Firstly, you already know of my decision to stop wearing any of my old boy's underwear, right? Well. I could not believe the sensations that I felt all that first day, knowing that I was wearing a pair of girl's panties, a garter belt with nylons, and a bra and camisole under my boy's clothes, as I sat in my classes. It was so sexy. I had a constant hard on for the first three days. But, after wearing nothing but panties for a few days, I began to get used to it enough that my erection would at least go to half mast much of the time instead of a full hard on. I was a nervous wreck at first; constantly afraid that I would do something stupid that would attract someone's attention to the fact that I was wearing girl's underwear. I tried even harder to continue acting like a boy. It was hard. I had to be alert almost every minute of the time. I was so afraid that I would lapse into something like a limp wristed action or something like that, and that some one would notice it. The moment that I got home at night though, I would usually put on one of the skirt and blouse outfits or one of the dresses that Janet had seen fit to install in my closet for me. I have also taken to sleeping in pretty night dresses and baby doll pyjamas. I dream of being the girl in all of my dreams now. Janet turned into a regular tiger cat, whenever she would come home and see me studying on the couch, with my legs curled up under the skirt or dress that I happened to be wearing. The Idea of me wearing her clothes seemed to be some kind of aphrodisiac for her. It certainly was for me. She hardly leaves me alone when she comes home. I love it. Of course, I loved it. I liked it so much that I started to wear her clothes whenever I was at home, after the first couple of days. In fact, I have also started wearing some of her blouses and slacks or jeans to school, at least the ones that sort of look boyish, as do many of the women s styles today. Believe me, does that ever, ever excite me, to know that I look and act like a boy, but knowing that I am wearing a sexy girl's clothes to all of my classes. Janet seems to be fascinated by the idea of having a feminine boy around the house. She is constantly bringing home new things that she wants me to try on. And, of course, all of these new things are items of women's apparel. After only two weeks, I have more women s clothes in my closet than I have boy's clothes. But, I do not find in myself any real desire to fight with her about it. I have never had anyone take such a personal interest in me before, and I love it. She makes me want to be pretty and feminine for her, to please her. Today, however, it is a bit of a different experience. I am a bit scared of what is about to come along As per usual; I am dressed in her clothes. I am wearing a conservative grey wool pleated skirt, a white silk blouse that could almost pass for a boy s shirt, except for the tiny almost invisible lace trim on the collar and over the breast pocket, and a light grey blazer jacket. I have on brown loafers and white silk knee socks. I admit to myself that I feel fantastic, like a schoolgirl. It feels like a schoolgirl's uniform. And I love it. I love the way the skirt flares out around my knees everytime I move my legs. The skirt is just an inch above my knees, and makes me feel very exposed and vulnerable. I like it so much, that I keep going to recheck what I look like in the full-length mirror in Janet's room. I look like the kind of girl I used to love to watch. I am just waiting for Janet to get home from her last class of the day. As I have been learning and practising how to do, I have already applied my own make-up in what I think is an acceptable manner. I have polished my nails, both the finger nails and the toe nails. I've just brushed my hair straight down from the crown, parted in the centre, sort of what was very common for teenage girls in the late sixties, like Marcia Brady on the Brady Bunch show. I had always thought of her as being very feminine. Today was different though, because, Janet had cajoled and nagged at me till I finally agreed to let her take me to a hair salon, and get my hair done properly. That was why I was so scared now. I nervously brushed my hair back over my shoulder, sticking it behind my ear on the right side. I then realised that I had forgotten to put on my earrings, so I went back to her room, and selected a pair of white ones that sort of looked like big round buttons. They were the same colour as my blouse. At 1:15, she came home, all flustered and in a hurry. She did not want us to be late for our hair appointments. She was just wearing her scruffy old clay studio clothes, and she decided to go as she was. I felt funny, being so primly feminine looking, while the real girl was wearing scruffy old rags that any guy would have worn to work on his car in. But, I also suspected that she had done this on purpose. I had noticed over the last two weeks that she seemed to become almost boyish in the way she acted around me, while all the while she was encouraging me to look pretty and demure, the way a young lady should look, as she was fond of reminding me. I was not going to argue with her. What Janet did with her life was her own business. If she was willing to pass up on her right to wear the things that I found so enchanting to wear, well I was not going to argue with her, especially if it meant that she was encouraging me to wear them. I needed very little encouragement to become the lady of the house, so to speak. I loved being a young lady. When we entered the salon, the first thing that assaulted my nostrils was the horrible smell of the chemicals. Janet saw me crinkle up my nose, and smiled, telling me to get used to it. It was one of the things that you had to learn to live with. There was a pretty girl sitting behind the desk who looked up as we entered the shop. She greeted us with a warm smile and she had mischievously twinkling blue eyes. I liked her immediately. "Hi. Do you girls have an appointment?" "Yeah... Janet and Beverly Price for 1:45." "Sisters?" "Yeah," Janet responded. "Yeah, you do look like sisters, almost like twins." We smiled at the secret joke we shared. I do not want to go into a lot of details about that horrible time in that smelly shop. Suffice it to say, that Janet asked for me to be given wrap around dark glasses so that I could not see what was going to be done to my hair. She wanted it to be a complete surprise. And a complete surprise it was too. When they took the glasses off an hour later, My hair was shorter, only to my shoulders. But, it was now a mass of curls. It was also a couple of shades lighter than it had been. My bangs had been replaced by a shock of curls that fell from the left side of my forehead to the right ear. The curls bounced with even the slightest movement of my head. They went down to cling to the sides of my head, over my ears. Though there was much less hair, it looked like a great deal more. This was definitely in the category of cute, and not a guy's hair style. Janet had her beautiful hair shortened considerably. It looked like a really cute boy's hair cut, to tell you the truth. I had seen cuts like that on campus, but I never thought that Janet would get one. I grieved for the loss of her beautiful long hair. On our way out of the shop, Janet asked how long my permanent would stay in. The hair stylist told her that with my hair, It would probably be in for about five to six months. I almost fainted when I heard that. I was going to have a woman's very feminine looking hair cut for six months? I would only be able to change that by getting it cut short and, I was pretty sure that Janet would not let me do that. I could not help but wonder what the kids at school would say to me for turning up in class with what was very obviously a feminine and very cute and girlish hair style. Secretly, I was delighted with the feel of the mass of curls. I was also, strangely pleased that I had a very feminine hair style, and I was sort of stuck with it. Even though I knew everyone would know that I was a fag, unless of course, I only wore dresses, but still I liked my new hair style. I had also thought, when I first saw my reflection in the mirror that I was prettier than I had been. Maybe I could tell everyone that my room mate had played a trick on me, and that was why I had gotten stuck with such a cute coiffure. On the way home, Janet voiced her agreement with my thoughts. She told me that I really was much prettier now that my hair style was coiffured to my particular facial features. I made the comment that the only way that I could hide from being pointed out, as a fag would be to go to school, wearing her clothes all the time. She just smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and told me that she had not thought about that before. She then went on to add, that it was okay with her if I wanted to wear her clothes to school all the time. I was shocked. This was not the response that I had expected. I mused quietly as we drove. It dawned on me that perhaps this was a set up for me, though I could not imagine why she would want to do this to me. I felt as though she was somehow trying to get me locked into a satin and silk lined cage, to paraphrase an old expression about a guilded cage. I also found that more and more, I was inclined to let her do whatever she wanted to do to me. I was falling in love with her, and I was falling in love with the girl that she was bringing out of me. Back at our apartment, she made a big deal about me taking a long hot bubble bath, as I was going to be a princess tonight. I did not want to admit it, but I was kind of looking forward to being a princess. I shaved my face, chest and arms in the bath, though I hardly needed to. I did not need to shave my legs either, but I wanted to be completely girlified tonight, so I shaved them anyway. Soon, I was ready to be cross dressed. Janet had all my things laid out for me. She began my transformation by lacing me into a boned corset that was so tight that I could not bend over and touch my feet. She then helped me to put on my silk stockings, because I could not bend far enough to even reach my toes. I felt so helpless, and I loved it. I was truly being treated like a princess was treated. After that, I had to step into what I can only describe as a pair of white satin bloomers. They extended down to my knees, and were trimmed in a profusion of lace and bows. They were so soft that I nearly swooned when I felt them on my nyloned thighs and my hairless bum. I got an instant erection when she pulled them up to my waist and she tied the little waist sashes bow at the front. She smiled and caressed me through the bloomers. I nearly died when I felt her fingers gently caressing me through the soft material of the bloomers. She knew that she was making me a prisoner to these sensations. She grinned and told me to keep that ready for her. She said that she was very glad that wearing feminine clothes could make me react like that. She told me that she loved knowing that a boy could get so turned on by wearing her clothes, and she hoped that I would want to wear them all the time. Then she helped me to step into the three heavy silk petticoats that I was to wear under my princess gown. Then came the actual gown that I was going to wear for the party at the Pub. Actually, It vas one of her old prom gowns, but to me, it was very spectacular. It was a pale green and fell in very large satin folds to the floor. It was strapless. Once she had worked the little false breasts into the cups of the corset, the pressure pushed my chest flesh up and it gave me the appearance of genuine cleavage. The lace trimmed bodice of the gown rested on my cleavage. The gown zippered up the back. The heavy petticoats and the skirt of the dress were so heavy that they were pressed against my legs in a most delightful fashion. They caressed my silk clad legs with even the smallest of my movements. They also made a very loud and very feminine rustling sound with even the slightest of my movements. It was a very feminine garment, and I felt very feminine in it. She hung what looked like a diamond pendant necklace around my neck, and snapped on matching long dangling earrings. Then she placed a tiara into my hair. She worked a pair of long soft kid gloves up on arms, and attached a diamond bracelet to my left wrist. I thought that it was all paste jewellery, but she told me that what I was wearing, women in her family had worn to balls for over six generations. She smiled and asked me to be careful with them, as they were worth quite a lot of money. I wanted her to take them off me, but she refused to do that. Wearing such wealth, designed for women to wear, made me feel so special and pretty, and scared. I liked these feelings, way too much. Then, she handed me a baton, like a wand, with what looked like a large diamond on the end of it. I quizzed her about it. She told me that the jewel was the only thing that I had on as part of my uniform, that was not real. She said she had had one of the girls in her class make it, because if I was going to be a princess, she thought that It was only fitting that I should be a 'fairy princess'. She giggled then nearly split a gut with laughter, at my blushing reaction. Yes, I certainly was a 'fairy' princess that was for sure. I stepped into the white satin shoes that went with my gown. A glance in the mirror told me that not one would ever think that such a graceful young woman could really be a man. I left the bed room then, and went out to the living room where I would wait for her to get into her costume. The feel of walking in such elegance, such feminine finery, was ecstatic to me. The loudly rustling gown reminded me with every step, that I was completely feminised. I also knew that I would never be able to get out of these clothes without help from someone. I kind of liked knowing that in that way, I was bound just as surely as any masochist might find herself bound by her master. I loved the sensations of being so helplessly trapped. If someone ever discovered that I was a guy, I'd never be able to run away from them, not while I was wearing these clothes. I could not even get undressed alone, let alone run away from a boy. I wondered if this was how the ladies of the gay nineties had felt. I felt like I had stepped back in time, and had become one of the southern belles that Janet's forebears had been. I sipped at a glass of white wine, tried to calm the excitement that was welling up from deep inside of me. This was by far the most completely womanised that I had ever been, and I was deliriously happy about it. 1 felt strangely natural. I wished for a brief moment that I too could have lived as one of those ladies in the gay nineties. They were so feminine in their dress and deportment. It was nearly six before Janet came out of her bed room. I was shocked at her appearance. She wore one of my dark grey suits, but, my suit had never looked as good on me as It did on her. She wore a bright red tie with it, and a pair of my dress shoes. Her hair was greased back, making it look very short, and decidedly mannish. She had also added to her eyebrows somehow, and she had even attached a moustache over her top lip. She actual looked very handsome. I felt even more effeminated than I had felt before her revelation. She must have bound her breasts in an athletic bandage or something, because she was very flat chested. She came over and bowed before me. "Is my lady ready for her evening out?" she asked, affecting a deeper more masculine voice. All that I could do was to smile and hold up my hand for hand in rising from the couch. With the corset being so tight as it was, it was hard for me to get up. I needed her help. When she pulled me up, she pulled me right into her arms. Unconsciously, I raised my arms to her shoulders, as she pulled me tightly against her. She pushed her pelvis out at me, and I felt what seemed like an erection in her pants. "Wha... What's that." "Listen Beverly, if you can be a lady... Well, I can be a man. That my dear is a little surprising that I have arranged, for you. Tonight, I am going to wine you and I am going to dine you. I am going to dance with you, then I am going to bring you home and I am going to seduce you. All you have to do, is be your pretty, little docile self, and let me have some fun with you. Will you do that for me, tonight, Beverly, my darling?" I felt so flushed with embarrassment, as I decided to play along with the game. "Tonight sir, you are my Prince Charming, and I melt like putty in your arms." I giggled, hoping that she was not picking up on he element of truth that I was feeling as I uttered the words. I was melting at being her lady for the night, while she was my man. "Then let us get our coats, and get over to the Pub. I want all those jerks over there to see what a gorgeous creature you really are. I will be the envy of every man there. Not only that, but I think that you will be the envy of every girl. I am certain that you will out shine them all. You are fantastic looking, princess. You really do look like a fairy princess, Beverly." I had never received flattery like this in my life, and I really was not sure of how I ought to handle it. I did not know whether I should be pleased, though I was very pleased. I was also wondering if I should really be ashamed, because, after all, I was a boy under all the prettiness and frills. In answer, all I did was blush. Janet thought it was a very pretty blush. She kissed my cheek as she told me how pretty she thought my blush was. She helped me on with what had sort of become known as 'my' coat. It was the pink three quarter length one that I had worn the first time that I dressed up and gone out as a girl. Just before we left, she handed me a silvery beaded clutch purse. She told me that a lady who looked the way I did always carried a clutch purse, in case she wanted to go to the powder room and touch up her make-up. I blushed again, at the thought of going into a girl's bath room. The erection was still pushing in an almost painful way against the silkiness of my ladies bloomers, though. I knew now, beyond any doubt whatsoever that I had become very addicted to being a girl, and somehow, no matter what kind of humiliation it might bring my way, I would always find some way to enable myself to wear dresses from now on. I loved it and never wanted to stop wearing such pretty things, like this dress. Because of the long voluminous skirts of my princess gown, I could not see the steps as I made my way down them. I had to grasp at my gown's skirt and lift it up, just like I had seen ladies in the movies do. I felt so very lady like, not to mention almost completely helpless at that moment, because of the effeminating clothing that I was wearing. They not only effeminated me, they made me almost totally helpless. Janet grinned, when she saw that she had to help me take every step, so that I did not get my heels caught. Otherwise I might end up with a broken neck at the foot of the stairs. This was so humiliating, to have to have a real girl help me negotiate walking because of the girl's clothes that I was wearing. It made me feel sort of inferior to her in a sense. I loved every moment of it too. I loved the way it felt to be so helpless and dependent on a man, even a pseudo man like Janet. I would have loved being a Southern Belle, I was sure. At the bottom of the stairs, she gallantly extended her arm to me. As I had seen ladies in the movies do, I reached out and gently placed my left hand on top of her forearm. Thus was I accompanied as I walked down the sidewalk, heading towards my first date as a woman with a man. The feel of the dress and the satin petticoats against the silk stockings that I wore drove me wild with excitement. It just could not seem to really penetrate my mind that girls, real girls, were allowed to feel these sensations every day of their lives, and yet, for some reason, most of them chose to wear blue jeans. I just could not understand that kind of reasoning at all. If I was a real girl, and I was able to wear clothes like this all day, I would never get out of dresses, if I could help it. Dresses were just so lovely to wear. They gave me such a sense of completeness not to mention the sexy feelings of the sensuous materials girls got to wear all the time. It was a good thing that girls did not have cocks. Dresses would not look very nice, with a big bulges sticking out of them all the time. I giggled at a mental vision of a whole bunch of pretty girls walking around, with bulges in the fronts of their dresses. Janet wanted to know why I was giggling, but I could not bring myself to tell her. The sound of the loud rustling as I walked was also very exciting. Janet did not help my cause, as she also kept rubbing her legs against the dress, to make it sound even louder. She seemed to get such a deep delight out of seeing me be as completely feminised as was possible for me to be. I did not understand that at the time. But, something in me responded to her intentions for me. I wanted to be pampered and cared for. I wanted to be kept in dainty clothing. I wanted to be expected to act like a lady all the time. I admitted to myself that I really loved it when she made love to me, rather than the very limited experiences that I have had, of trying to make love to a girl. Most of the time, all she wanted for me to do, was to just lay back and let her do whatever she wanted to do to me, which was always very pleasurable for me. She seemed to really get off on giving me pleasure, when I was a girl for her. I fell into the feminine role in the bed room very easily to. In my mind, it was far nicer to be the lovee rather than the lover. I loved being loved. I had butterflies in my tummy as we walked. Soon, people who knew us were going to see me dressed up like a pretty fairy princess. Before, whenever we had gone out together, it was always somewhat controlled. That is, we went where we wanted to go. Now however, we were going somewhere, where classmates were going to see us together. They were going to see me as a lady, albeit in a costumed part. Still, I knew how femininely dressed I really was This was no costume, not for me. This was a dream dress. I marvelled, as we walked, that though it was a chilly night, I felt no coldness under my dress. I felt all the warmth that I had in the apartment. I did not say anything about it, because there was a part of me that still did not want to confess to Janet just how much I really did love wearing girl's clothes. A part of me just did not want her to really know how completely and irrevocably I had become addicted to feeling like a girl. I wanted to feel this way all the time. Though she had seen me in almost nothing else for the last two weeks, still a part of me wanted to somehow, If it was possible, extend the illusion of boyhood that I had grown up with. Finally, after clinging to her arm, as we started to encounter other students in bizarre costumes, we came to the campus. She smiled and told me to hold my chin up and my boobs out. And she encouraged me to let people see what I was really made of. I was terrified. Janet loved it. She loved it whenever she saw me so dependent on her for support. Then, she forced me, by her pressure on my arm, to ascend the front steps of the college. And enter into the building, into the bright lights, where everyone would be able to see me, in all my feminine glory. The only thing that I could hope for was that somehow, people would not make out that it was really me who was looking like such a regal queen tonight. Chapter Five On entering the foyer, the warm air of the lobby was like a hot blast after walking in the chilly night air for the last twenty minutes. It only took a moment before we could also hear the band and the sounds of the party laughter that was coming from the Pub that was nearly the whole length of the college building away from us, yet. I was so scared, yet Janet seemed to be excited. She did lean over and whisper in my ear that she thought I should call her Terry all night, while she called me Beverly. I nodded in agreement, not really knowing what else I could do anyway. She stood and waited for me to unbutton my coat, and then she checked our coats for us. I felt so naked and exposed, weak and very vulnerable as I stood there in the college foyer, in a beautiful strapless gown that any debutante would feel comfortable wearing for her coming out party. My shoulders were naked. I would never be able to run in these skirts and high heels. I was trapped, and I knew it. So did Terry. And she smiled at me like the proverbial Cheshire cat for my predicament. The best that I could do was to employ her lessons, and try and behave like a lady. I just stood demurely, hands folded at the front of my dress, as I had seen ladles stand in similar poses before, and waited for her to finish the business with our coats. She handed me the tickets and suggested that I keep them in my purse so that we did not lose them. I blushed furiously, as other people who were coming in, were able to watch me as I opened my purse to deposit the tickets, just like any other normal girl would do in the same situation. I was so acutely aware that tonight our roles really were totally reversed. Terry had become the guy, and. I was the lady that was with him, out on a date. Wow, talk about getting into you girl friend's pants... This had to be the defining moment. I got even harder, if that was possible, as I became aware that for this evening, I was the lady and Janet was my male escort. I was so hard that I even had some difficulty in trying to walk. I was very thankful for the heavy petticoats and the flaring out of my dress from my waist that kept my erection from showing. But, though it was hidden, I was acutely aware of it, nestled in the folds of my girlish underwear. Fortunately for me, I soon found that I was actually glad for it. The painful masculine few inches of boyhood that did remain to me, was actually going to help me act more like a girl. I was expected to mince in small and dainty steps, just like any other girl in heels and a floor length gown would walk. The painful erection that I had in my panties was hindering my ability to walk in a normal masculine manner, so that in walking, l was being forced to take the smaller and daintier mincing steps, the kind of steps that normal girls took. I walked with my hands folded across the front of my dress, clutching my clutch purse tightly because of the intense fear and nervous tension I was feeling flow through my psyche. He, that is, Terry, took my left elbow and led me down the hallway and into the noisy pub. I felt so vulnerable and so scared. All I could think about was that somehow, someone was going to read me. Someone was going to be able to tell that I was not a real girl, but a boy. Considering that the party was not actually scheduled to start for another half hour, the Pub was nearly crammed with revellers, in every kind of costume that you could imagine. We careful made our way around the Pub once, trying to find a table. A small consolation was that there were many guys there, dressed as girls. But, with all of them, you could tell that they were really guys, very easily. Even though some of them were dancing with other guys, you could easily pick them out from the real girls. One of the guys who was wearing a very beautiful white lace and satin ball gown, had not even shaved off his beard, but had applied regular make-up to his face anyway. None of them, except in the most outrageous and exaggerated ways, were acting like real girls. I was the only one who really looked like and was acting like a real girl looks and acts. Finally, after being jostled about for nearly fifteen minutes, we were able to find a table. I sat down, remembering to smooth out my voluminous skirts under me, as Janet had taught me to do. I had to get off these heels. The heels were higher than any I had ever worn before that night. They were four inches high. I swished out my skirts, in a feminine and lady like motion as I lowered myself into my chair. I certainly did not want to look in any way like the grotesque images of feminine exaggerations of those other guys who were wearing dresses. They were somehow mocking what I had come to think of as the gentler side of me. I found that I was filled with a strange kind of pride at how feminine I was able to be. I blushed at this shocking realisation. I seemed to be becoming more and more feminine, as I continued to wear Janet's dresses at home. Not only was my psyche becoming more and more feminine, but I had discovered that wearing girl's clothes all the time at home, was also having another very strange effect on me. I was becoming more and more aware of my chest, or should I say... breasts. They seemed to have become sore, or I guess an even better description would be, ultra sensitive. They also seemed to be somehow getting bigger. I knew that it must be psychological but none the less, it certainly seemed to be real enough. I had known that imagination is able to play many kinds of tricks on a person. I just assumed that this was one of them. I was just imagining that I was growing girl's breasts, I assumed. After all, guys just did not sprout a pair of luscious tits, did they? It had to be my imagination, right? Terry went off to get us some cold drinks. I sat quietly, trying to just blend In with the surroundings. Hoping that no one would notice that I was even there. But I had greatly underestimated the power that a somewhat attractive looking girl has, to attract the male of the human species to herself. It only took a few moments before the guys started to come over to my table and present themselves to me, to ask if they could get me a drink or if I wanted to dance. Nervously, yet very, strangely enjoying their attentions. I would smile and tell them that boy friend had gone to get me a drink, or that all of my dances were reserved or my boy friend. It felt so very strange to me, to resort to using the same kinds of excuses that were perfectly normal for a girl to use, to try and keep the boys away from myself. Yet, a part of me loved knowing that I was so completely identifying with a woman's role in the society of the room. Girls, it seemed, were just able to attract male attention, while those poor slobs were running the risks of being hurt by rejection. How well I knew what it felt like to have a girl tell me that she did not want to dance with me. I was thankful that I was not one of them tonight. I felt sorry for the guys that I was turning away, even though I knew what any one of them would do to me, If they ever learned that they had been coming onto a guy who was in girl's clothes. I could not help liking the way they just kept coming on to me, one after the other. It certainly stroked the feminine ego that I was developing, to have to send so many of them away though. I liked it. It was a strange kind of power that we had over guys, and I revelled in it. After about fifteen minutes, Terry finally came back. He had two large glasses of white wine for me, in plastic tumblers. He also had three bottles of beer for himself. He asked me if any guys had tried to pick m up, and I admitted that they had. He smiled and told me that I should dance with some of them. He said that I might never get a chance like this again. He then smiled even broader, if that were possible, and said, that it raised interesting ideas for him. He decided that he was going to try picking up girls, since he looked so convincingly like a guy, Just to see what it felt like to be the hunter instead of the prey. Just then, one more guy, not so grungy as the last few, came over to the table, and looked down at Terry. "Hey, man, mind if I dance with your chick?" He acted as though I were not even there. I felt like I might be Terry's property or something. I felt offended. It was not Terry's decision if I danced or not. It was my decision. I was just about to say saying to that effect, when Terry answered him. Terry looked at me, and smiled with a wide in. "No man, she loves dancing, but I don't like dancing very much. She'd love to dance with you man, wouldn't you, Beverly?" I knew by the mischievous glint in his eye that if I did not go along with this, that he could and would make things much hotter for me. So, I smiled and stood up. "I'd love to dance with you." I sort of hoped that I was making Terry jealous, but I knew that was not really the case. He wanted very much for me to be as much like a girl as I could be, tonight. And, of course, girls danced with guys, so that was what he was expecting me to do, dance with guys. What a mistake it was to be flippant about lt. As soon as I stood up, I realised that this guy was quite a bit bigger than I was. I'd never stood so close to a guy before, because guys don't usually stand real close to guys. It made me nervous. But when he wrapped his arm around me to lead me off to the dance floor, I soon realised how really big and strong this man was. He would have been able to flip me around like I was a bag of feathers. I also realised with quite an emotional shock, that though I had been wearing almost nothing but girl's clothes for about two weeks, that I had still been looking at everything through a boy's eyes. This was my first time seeing a guy from a truly feminine perspective. And it kind of scared me to know that he could do whatever he felt like to me, and I would be helpless to stop him. He was just so much bigger and stronger than I was. I was glad that I was not meeting him in a dark alley that was for sure. That was not the only thing I very quickly realised. It also dawned on me that girls had the same kinds of feelings going for them, with guys like this. It was their feminine charms and wiles that they had, to make sure that this kind of guy's attitude towards them remained amenable. It made me reel really and truly girlish, even more so than I had ever felt before. I knew that real girls grew up with this kind of awareness, and that I was getting a chance to do and to feel what real girls find entirely normal. I had to be a charming young lady, in order for him to not want to domineer me. Something very deep inside of me was thrilled to know this new reality. I loved it. I yielded myself to the strength that I felt in his arms as he led me out onto the crowded dance floor. He was strong too. The song that was playing, just as we got to the dance floor, changed from a fast one, to a slow dance. I knew a moment of absolute terror then. He turned toward me, and put both of his big hands on my slim corseted waist, and he pulled me tightly toward him. He was very strong. I did not know what to do. I had not planned on dancing a slow dance with a boy. I quickly glanced around, and I saw that the real girls were putting their arms up, and placing their hands on the backs of the necks of their dance partners. I knew that I had to do everything that I could to continue this charade, or get the shit beat out of me. Timidly, for the first time in my life, I put my hands on the flat hard muscled chest of another boy, doing it in the soft way that girls do such things. Girls got to do this kind of thing every day, but for me, it was like in a dream. I felt his hard little nipples through his thin shirt material. I could feel his muscles rippling under the palms of my hands. This was a real guy, I thought to myself. I would never ever be able to be masculine like this guy, not in a million years. Yet, wearing a dress and appearing to be a weak dependent little lady gave me a strange kind of control over him. Guys wanted girls to like them. They would use all their power to be liked by a pretty girl. I loved the feelings of femininity and feminine power that were filling my conscious awareness. As a girl, I had an influence over him that I could not even dream of, as my old self. Slowly, resignedly, I raised my arms up so that my hands were on his shoulders. Then I went all the way, and I laced my fingers together behind his bull neck. It made me feel so utterly exposed and vulnerable to him. It was like my whole frontage was open to him in some intimate way, that never happens to boys. It excited me too. I hoped and hoped that he would not feel the erection that I had in my silk bloomers. I hated myself for not being able to get rid of that erection. Being so intimately connected with a guy, in a way that only girls usually get to be close to guys, well... it really turned me on. I loved being attractive to him, even if I did not like him very much. I was confused, to say the least. But, as he pulled me tightly towards him, crushing me against him by wrapping his strong arms around my waist, I felt his erection for me. He did not hide it, and he made a show of letting me know that I had turned him on. I tried hard to pretend like it was not there, but, he pressed it into my upper belly. I could feel the heat of it, even through all of my girl's clothing. I could tell that it might have been in the area of eight inches long, too. He gently rocked his pelvis against me, rubbing it very slowly up and down over my belly. It was almost like he thought that if he could impress me with how big that it was, that I would do anything that he wanted me to do for him, or something like that. I wondered if real girls were really treated like that all the time. It was very humiliating. Furtively, I glanced around to see what I should do next. There was a girl beside me. She was dancing with her eyes closed, and she had her head lying on her boy friend's chest. I knew that it would make me feel funny, but I thought that I should do that too, in order to be acting like a normal girl. I lay my head on his chest, and closed my eyes too. I wanted to look as completely like a normal girl, doing things that were normal for girls to do, as completely as was possible for me to look. It made me feel even more weak and vulnerable than I had felt before. He raised one of his hands, and he gently stroked my hair, on the back of my head. I was terrified. Then, he bent over and began talking to me. "My name's Jake. It's short for Jacques. Man, I got to tell you, I think you are by far, the best looking chick in this place, you know that?" I did not know what to say. I knew that if I was a real girl, that I would be really flattered. I wanted him to continue thinking that I was a normal girl, so I raised my head so that I could look at him. I actually had to lean my head back so that I could see into his eyes. "Thank you for the compliment, Jake, but I am sure that is not really true. There are lots of other girls here too who are very pretty. I think you have had a lot to drink, so far." His pelvis moved, grinding his erection into my upper tummy. "Lady. That's how true it is. That is the proof of how hot you look. I've had a hard on for you since you walked in the door. Is there anyway that we can get rid of that pantywaist boy friend of yours for a little while?" "Terry? Absolutely not. Terry and I are getting married as soon as we leave college," I replied, terrified at the thought of being alone with this big ape of a guy. "Shit, that's too bad. You won't ever know what a real man is like, as long as you stay with him, you know?" I moved my head back to look at him. I could not believe what he was saying to me. He took that opportunity to plant his lips on mine, right squarely on my mouth, crushing his lips against mine. I could hardly breathe, I was so surprised and scared. I could hardly believe that I was standing in the middle of a dance floor, dressed up as a pretty princess, and a boy was actually kissing me. My heart was racing a million miles a minute. I was no queer, but I had a hard on that would not quit, because I was in this man's arms, and I was dancing with him, and now I was even being kissed by him. This was just such an entirely feminine experience. It made me light headed. I wanted to cream in my panties. I tried to pull my head back. I do not know whether it was the beer that I could smell on his breath or not, but he pressed against my lips even harder. Then he pushed his big tongue into my mouth. I had no choice but to receive it. I was helpless. Inside, I cried, because I knew, all too late, that I would not resist him for kissing me like that. This was the way this guy kissed girls. He was treating me like I was his girl. I tried to move away, sort of, but all I ended up doing, was moving my tongue over his, and sort of sucking on his tongue. I hated it, but my fingers laced themselves even more tightly at the back of his neck. He made me feel so small in his big arms. I hated to admit it, but I loved feeling like this and I wanted to continue being treated like was a real girl. He pulled my waist even harder against him, and I could feel him rubbing his cock against me. He was almost driving it into my belly. He moved it faster and faster. I tried to move my mouth away from his lips, but all t succeeded in doing, was allowing him to probe his tongue into me even further. I was so ashamed that I was not trying to fight this guy off. But, I actually found myself sucking on his tongue. I liked being kissed by this guy. I liked the feel of his strong arms around me. I liked the feel of his erection pushing up against me, up and down, up and down. I could sense the size of it. What amazed me was that I was not even repelled by the idea that this guy was using my body to masturbate himself. Instead, I felt strangely flattered that I was able to turn him on like that. I yielded in a rather docile fashion and let him do what he wanted to with me. I knew that I just might never get a chance to experience anything like this again, so I tried to become alert to what every sensation was, so that I would be able to remember it all, sometime in the future, when I might want to remember it. As I did so, I became ultra aware of every feminine stitch of clothing that I was wearing. As I kissed my first boy, I became especially aware of the feel of my silk bloomers. I felt the elastic beribboned hems at my knees. I felt the petticoats pressing against the front of the delicate silk under wear. I felt the intimate girl material being ground into the only remaining few inches of boy hood that I had left. I nearly swooned in his arms, and I had to cling even more tightly to his neck so that I would not feint away, onto the floor. This drove Jake to pushing his tongue even further into my mouth. I felt his strong body tense and his breathing became even more laboured. I blushed, ashamed of what was going to happen. I had made him, by my femininity, so horny, that he was going to cum, right there on the dance floor, in his pants. Scared of being discovered I looked around, but no one was even paying any attention to us. It seemed like all of the other girls were similarly occupied. I was just another chick, helping her guy to get off, on the dance floor. He drove himself into me and, as I felt his cock shudder. I exploded into my own panties, without anyone even touching me down there. The pressure of his knee between my legs was grinding the soft silk of my bloomers into my erection, and I could not hold back. I just could not hold it back. This was too erotic for me. I just could not believe how wonderful it felt to know that I had turned him on like that. I spurted deliriously happy, into my panties as I clung to his neck and sucked on his tongue. I felt completely and utterly girlish, as he demonstrated his maleness to me. Just the feeling of such girlishness seemed to me, to be the ultimate feeling of being in a truly girlish situation, was enough to make me cum wildly. I knew that for me, the ultimate in sexual experience from now on would be that sense of feeling utterly and completely girlish. Being feminine was the most addictive feeling that I could ever imagine experiencing. I knew that I would do anything to be allowed to be as much of a girl as it was possible for me to become. I hated to admit it, but I wanted to be able to attract guys like Jake to me, again and again. If this was what being a fairy felt like then, I was willing to admit to myself, that I was now a fairy, and that I loved the feelings of being a fairy. I loved feeling like a girl, and being with a boy like a girl is with a boy. I glanced around at the others who were dancing around us. No one had seemed to notice what we had done. He was still shuddering against me, when I had a wild and scary thought. I could still feel his cock against me. I was still hugging him. I still had his tongue in my mouth. I realised suddenly that real fairies and real girls also sucked guy's cocks too. If I were his girl friend, Jake would expect me to suck that thing that he was erupting with, against my corseted tummy. I also realised that it would take me a lot of guts to ever be able to do that to a guy. But, I also knew now, that if I were ever in a situation where that would be required of me, that if I was wearing girl's clothing at the time, that I probably would be able to do it. Heck, if Jake were anything to judge by, I'd probably end up loving sucking a cock. What on earth had happened to Terry? Had he died somehow, in the last two weeks of my effemination? Yes, if the circumstances were right, I too, would be a cock sucker fairy, I knew. The idea shamed me, but I knew that it was true about me. What really amazed me now though, was that the whole idea of actually kissing or of putting my mouth on a thing like that one that was grinding against me at the moment, was no longer the ugly and repulsive idea that it had been to me for all of my life to that point in time. Now, I wondered how long I would have to wait, before I would get the chance to actually do it. I wanted to do what girls do. I wanted to feel what girls feel. Jake, I soon realised was really loaded. When the dance was over, he backed off a bit, and he was looking very sheepish. It made him seem cuter to me. He said he was really very, very sorry for what he had done to me. Then he turned away and disappeared into the crowd. I went back to my table, churning inside with all the new ideas and sensations that I had felt. Our drinks were on the table, with my purse, but Terry was gone. I wondered if he really had tried to pick up a girl, as he had said that he was going to try and do. I was pretty sure that he would have tried to, just for the hell of it. I sat, aware of a growing cold mess and a shrunken little cock in my panties. But, there was nothing I would be able to do about cleaning myself up, till we got home. When ever Janet would help me get out of these clothes, she would know what had happened to me when she'd see the mess. There would be no hiding it from her. All that I could do was to hope that she would not be really mad at me for soiling her delicate lingerie. Strangely, I also knew that she would approve of it. She had been teasing me for the last few days about getting me a boy friend. She liked having me lie on my back, while she lowered my panties, then lowered herself onto me, but she would also keep making remarks about how I needed to get it on with a real guy too. She'd said that real guys were able to make real women out of guys like me. I was beginning to suspect that she might be right, after my little fling with Jake. I had loved being made to feel like such a complete girl in his arms. Mostly though, I had loved knowing that he had thought that he was with a real girl when he had done what he had done to me. It sent a strange thrill, a sense of feeling victorious through me. I'd been a real girl, in a real life situation, and I had come through it unscathed. It only took a few sips of wine, before another guy came over to my table. I glanced around, and saw that Terry was nowhere in sight. I figured that the only way I was going to enjoy myself, considering my costume, was to dance with the guys who asked me to dance. No girl was going to dance with me the way I looked, I was pretty sure, unless they were a dyke or something like that. So, I smiled and stood up, and let another boy take me out onto the all too familiar dance floor. Fortunately for me Jake did not reappear, and none of the guys acted like him either. I danced almost constantly that night. The more guys I danced with, the more my new confidence grew about dealing with men, from the perspective of being a pretty woman. I learned very quickly, that as far as guys were concerned; I was an attractive chick that could be hit on, that I did not reject any guy who asked me to dance with him. I absolutely loved it, and I almost forgot that I really was a guy, just like the ones I was dancing with. I developed a new erection that stayed with me all the rest of the evening. A couple of the guys tried to kiss me, and I tried not to stop them, too much. I liked how the hardness of a boy's lips felt on mine. I loved the feel of their bristles from a poorly shaven face, as it brushed against my cheeks. I hoped someone with a moustache would kiss me, but, alas, it was not to come to pass. Time flew. Everytime I needed a drink, some guy was always there to go and get it for me. I loved having the guys around. As a short, book wormy guy, I had usually been alone all the time, in a social setting like this one. But, being a pretty girl meant that I was always attracting attention, and I loved knowing that I was at last, being the pursued one, rather than the rejected one. My nervous tension gave way to feelings of being accepted as being a very feminine person. As I drank and danced with the boys, my limp wristed behaviour seemed to increase in direct proportion to the number of guys who danced with me. I felt so free, freer than I had ever felt in my life before. This was really living. More than once, I found myself leaning over to touch a guy's forearm, or to lay a gloved hand on the side of his face as I had often seen girls do. I had so envied the guys that had girls do that to them. It thrilled me and made me feel so free to be able to do it to guys now. I loved it. I found that I really liked the guys too. I liked the way they were trying to make me like them. I loved the enchanting experience of being a sought after girl at a crowded dance. The calves of my legs were very sore from dancing on high heels, but I just did not seem to have it in me to refuse to dance when one of the guys came and asked me. I loved the feel of their strong arms around me. I loved being treated like I was a princess, albeit a 'fairy' princess. I had envied girls for the way they got treated, but now, it was my turn to get the same treatment that I had so envied before, and I loved t. Near midnight, Terry returned to my table. I was startled to see that she was holding someone's hand, a girl's hand. The girl was none other than the student aid officer who had tried to help me that very first day that I arrived at the school. She was the one who had referred me to Janet's apartment, in the first place. I began to wonder if she had set me up. If so, I owed her a great debt of gratitude. Because of her, I had discovered a whole new life for myself. The student aid officer came over and stood right in front of me as she eyed me carefully, letting her eye move from the tiara in my hair to the high heeled shoes peeking out from under the hem of my dress. She smiled and leaned over. She whispered in my ear, "Oh my, Beverly. You are simply ravishing. I could just eat you up, you look so precious." Of course, I was stunned. Terry smiled at me, and then leaned over and kissed the girl, on the lips. They took my hands, reminding me to take my purse, and they told me that it was time for the pretty miss 'Cinderfella' to get on home. Then they led me out to the foyer. I was only responding. I was not thinking. I was too stunned. She knew who I really was. Terry told me it was time to go home. Dumbly, I searched my purse for the coat check tickets. Then I waited for the two girls to return to me. Terry held my pink wool coat for me as I slid my arms into it. The student aid of officer was smiling at the coat I was letting Janet put on me. Then they each took one of my elbows, and led me down the stairs and out into the cold night. The chilly air soon cleared my head. I was just about in my right mind by the time we reached the apartment. Janet reminded me to gather up my skirts as I made it up the steps, so that I would not trip and fall back on her. She giggled as she said I would cause quite a stir, if they had to take me to the hospital in my beautiful ball gown. We then entered the apartment. I removed my coat and plopped onto the sofa, amidst a loud rustling and a pretty splaying out of my skirts about me, in a most feminine fashion. I felt like one of the gay nineties ladies, in the movies. 'Cinderfella?' Yeah, I guess I was, at that. Then Terry introduced me to her life long friend Mona. Mona giggled and told me that she meant what she had said in the pub, about me looking so precious, that she'd like to eat me. When she told me that, the very same instant, I got a hard on. I should tell her about it I knew, because, she really did want to eat me. But I was so ashamed of these effeminate emotions that were driving me now. She went on and she said that it was her life long dream to meet a pretty boy who would let her dress him up as a young doll lady, and it really turned her on to see what a beautiful young lady that I turned out to be. She wanted very much to see what a boy would look like, amidst silk and lace. Well. Her words had made my erection ultra hard again, but I was too ashamed of it to admit it to her. I did not want this strange girl to see what I had spilled in my panties, especially since she would know that it was because I had been out dancing with boys. Janet laughed at my confused expression. She told me it made me look really cute. She rose, and poured us white wine, then went over and sat beside Mona, resting her hand on Mona's thigh, as though she was quite used to touching this pretty young woman in such an intimate fashion. Mona said it was time that Janet should explain things to me. I listened carefully to her words, astounded and delighted. "You see, Beverly, I live in a state where everything a woman owns, reverts to her husband's keeping and ownership. Now, I am in line, in a couple of years, to come into a very large sum of money, as an inheritance. There is only one catch. In order to get it, I have to be married before I turn 21 years old. Mona grew up with me, and she knows all about this dilemma that I face. I want that money. It is rightfully mine. But, if I get married, it will go to the guy I marry, and I will lose all control over it. He could totally waste every cent of it, and there would be absolutely nothing that I could do about it, but to watch him fritter away my wealth. Mona and I have talked about this many, many times. I am sure you can see how unfair it seems to me. Last year, we came up with a brilliant idea. If I got married to a guy, who would be willing to sign his identity over to me, and at the same time, be willing to assume my identity, then I could legally pretend that I was he. It is absolutely essential that we find one man who will actually be willing to sign his actual identity over to me. That way, he would not be able to change his mind later on. He would legally be able to pretend that he was I. That way, when I did get married, all the money that should have gone to my husband, would go to him and be transferred over to me, because I would be the husband. It will all come to me. I will be in control of all my own money. The thing was, I needed a very special kind of guy. Firstly, it would have to be a guy with no immediate relatives that he would have to answer to, which would complicate this thing. If he had any very close relatives, he could just not give up his identity very easily. They might start looking for him, and if they found out, they could blow the whole idea. I would then lose all the money to him. Secondly, it would have to be someone who was poor enough that he would have no economic ties to his old identity. He also had to be poor enough, that the idea of a life time of f financial security would be appealing to him. In other words, he would have to need money badly enough, that he would be willing to become a woman, in order to get for himself, a life time of financial security. Thirdly, he had to be a guy who would be small enough, physically and have enough of my facial features, to conceivably look like me and take over my identity. He would also have to have the gentleness of spirit to be able to pass himself off as a lady of gentle breeding, as I was raised to be. Fourthly, he had to be just perverted enough that we would be able to talk him into trying to wear my dresses, to see if he was able to enjoy the experience of pretending to be a girl. And, to see if he could be feminine enough to act naturally like a real girl. We did not want to end up with someone like those drag queens you saw tonight at the bash tonight. They make a mockery of woman hood. 'We figured that if he was an introverted book wormy type, then he would probably have never had much of a relationship with girls. So, he just might, if he sees how nicely pretty girls are treated, like the idea of having people hitting on him for the rest of his life, instead of being rejected when he tried to hit on girls. We figured that if we could find a guy like this, and we were able to give him some of his first sexual encounters while he was wearing sexy feeling girl's clothes, then he might just be willing to become a girl for a long period of time. We did not want him to actually really become a girl; just to live as though he really were one, namely really were me. We had absolutely no idea of where we could look for such a person, as we were pretty sure that such a person would be pretty rare. When Mona got the job at this college last year, we knew that she would have access to thousands of student records, and she would be able to find the right kind of guy, if he entered into this college. We did not want to advertise in one of the sleazy magazines, because you never know what you might get. We had to pick someone that had a pretty clean back ground, for health reasons, and one who had some dignity, as a southern lady is raised to have dignity in her bearing. Those magazines would not have led us to such a person, as we required meeting. Frankly, we were beginning to wonder if we really ever would find someone. Mona has checked thousands of student files over the last few months. The school thinks that she just likes working overtime with out being paid, so they let her have complete access to all the files. We were beginning to think that no such a person as we required, might be on campus. There is a lot at stake here honey, an awful lot. We had to have just exactly the right person. Because of her position at the school, Mona will be able to fudge the records a bit, so that he will eventually end up receiving my diploma, and I would receive his. But, he would have to enrol in next January term, in my classes, only he'd enrol as Beverly J. Price. Mona can fix it up for us, to make it all legal. Our plan is this. I would enrol in his name, to business administration classes, while he would take the more femininely oriented design courses, in my name. That way, later on in life, we could invest in a ladies fashion store, with him making the designs, and I could manage the store, if we decided to do that. Or, I could just give him, I guess that I should be saying her, enough money to start her own business, like a designer dress boutique, and I could help her manage it, to make sure that she was financially secure for the rest of her life. We thought that maybe the idea was a futile one after Mona's long searching, but then you came along. Mona immediately recognised your potential. She saw that you had the right build and some of my facial features. She thought that you could easily pass as my sister, if I had one, even looking like a boy the way that you did when she first met you. She checked your student records and found that your nearest of kin lives across the country, and has a different surname than you do. She looked up your academic records, and learned that you were certainly the book wormy type of person we were looking for. She spent a lot of time talking with you, in the pretence of trying to help you find a place to live, and she decided that you had the gentleness of spirit that we were searching for. You grew up in a home full of women. To us, that meant that you were no stranger to the ways of women or of what is thought of as women's housework. She seemed to sense that you were able to be easily intimidated by females, and that you did not seem to have an over active sense of machismo in you nature. So, she called me, and we agreed to see if you might be the kind of person that we were looking for. So, now you know why I let you stay here, and why I have tried so hard to get you to wear my clothes and to try to keep you in my clothes. I was astounded at how easy it was to get you to dress up in my sexiest girl's clothes. But, more than that, I was astounded to see that you seemed to be more than willing to wear only my clothes, and even going to the point of letting a big bruiser like Jake kiss you the way he did. I bet you even came in your panties. You sure did look like you loved what was happening to you anyway. Really now, in all honesty, you must have thought that it was kind of strange that I wanted you to wear skirts and dresses all of the time? Well, now I know how much you do love to wear them. Now what I am hoping for, is that you will consider wearing them for the rest of your life, or at least till after we are married? I will promise to take very good care of you, Beverly. I will buy you the most beautiful clothes, dresses that is, and so that you can always be in the height of fashion, within reasonable limits that is, as any husband would insist on. I will spare no cost for your beauty treatments. I promise to give you complete freedom. If you found that you liked guys better, I would not hold you back. In fact, I kind of like the idea of being a cuckolded husband, by a real man. I... I also have my relationship with Mona, as you might have surmised, so if you like being with guys, that is fine with me. Not only that, but I found that I loved to fuck you when you wore my dresses and pretty little satin panties. I can not describe how nice it was to see a pretty boy lying there, under me as I fucked his brains out. You are so fucking feminine, that you really turned me on. You will find that Mona is even more aggressive than I am in that area. She is the real butch even if I am going to be the guy, and I know that she can hardly wait to her hands up that pretty dress you are wearing right now. She might even want you to move in with her and be her wife too. All she could talk about all night as we were watching you, was how horny you were making her. In other words, dear Beverly, you are an answer to my prayers. Now, after I saw you with that big goon Jake, I know that you really do love the whole idea of being a real girl. By the way, I asked Jake to go after you like that, because I wanted to see how you would react. Guys don't normally act like that on a dance floor. It was pretty obvious that you were enjoying yourself immensely though. You are a natural girl, Beverly, and in my opinion, you should not even be allowed the option of being a boy. It is just not in you. So, now that I am pretty sure about you, I can ask you, will you consider doing me the honour of becoming my wife?" I was stunned at her revelations. I was also stunned at her opinions of my rather questionable masculinity, because she was right, and I knew that she was right. They read me like a book. "This is so much to think about, Janet. Can I think about it for a while?" "Well, I have a better idea. Why don't you sleep on it? In fact, I am pretty certain that Mona has an Idea of where she would like you to sleep on it too?" 'You bet I do. In my apartment, I have the most sinfully, slutty little red satin night gown, and I can hardly wait to see what you look like in it. Tomorrow, I'll let you wear any of the pretty dresses that is in my closet. "Besides that, I can hardly wait to hear every little detail of what it felt like for you to be dancing with guys. And I want to know how you felt about letting them kiss you, like you were a real girl. I'd like to know if you really felt the way we feel when it happens to us what do you say? You want to come home with me, pretty lady?" The only thing that I could do was to let my hard on move over to rest in the front of my dress, hoping that they would not notice it, and gently rub the engorged erection. The Idea of pretty Mona dressing me in one of her sexy night gowns, and then of coming home again tomorrow morning, wearing one of her dresses, was a very, very intoxicating idea. I was helpless to resist. I let her sweep me off my feet. She told me to stop what I was doing, because that was her job. I knew that she was referring to my self masturbation. I was so ashamed of being caught. But, I did what she told me to. Chapter Six I knew that I would be willing to marry Janet, and become Beverly J. Price, for the rest of my life. I wanted to. Her life just seemed to be so much more preferable then the one I had been leading to date. I wanted to go along with the change of status. I had envied her from the moment that I had first seen her, and the idea of actually becoming her in a sense, was like a dream coming to reality. Yes, I would willingly give her my masculine identity, in exchange for her womanly one. It is now two weeks before Christmas. I have not been in school since the bash. Mona and Janet have it arranged so that I will be enrolled in the graphics design classes starting in the January semester. I will be entering the class as Miss Beverly J. Price. Mona photocopied all of Janet's school records, and opened a new file for me, in my new name, placing the copies into that file, so that I would have a legal identity as far as school records are concerned, if anyone ever decided to check up on it. That was pretty unlikely though. Mona has also arranged for Janet to start taking classes in my old name, Mr. Terry L. Johnson. Since Terry is a girl's or a boy's name, and school roster records for the teachers do not show the sex of the student. Mona figured that she could get away with it. So, Janet will officially become Terry, and I will officially become Beverly. Terry has decided that though she will be using my name and taking courses in my name, that she does not want to start living as a boy yet. She will not do that till after graduation. That is when we planned to sign and register the legal contract that she has had a law student draw up for us. That agreement was the contract you read at the start of this story. I have no idea how she got someone to draw up that contract, but she did. I can only admire her resourcefulness. I could hardly wait for the time to arrive when I would sign it, forsaking my entire life as a boy for that of the girl that I most admired in life. But as is usual, with her ability to state the obvious, Janet insists that it will look pretty strange for me to take my dress designing classes, using the name of Beverly, if I do not show up to my classes if I am not wearing her clothes. She thinks that I should also get in the habit of wearing dresses to school, at least once in a while. She said that there is only one other guy in the class, and he is as queer as a three dollar bill. The girls make fun of him constantly, and she thinks it would be wise for me to avoid that kind of unwanted pressure in my life, as I already have enough pressure, adjusting to living like a girl. So, I agreed to start going to school, in January, enrolled as a co-ed. To be entirely honest with you, dear reader, the thought of sitting in a school classroom all day long, while wearing a dress and make up is just too Intoxicating a prospect for me. Because I know that I will be doing that, I walk around the apartment with a constant boner in my panties. Aside from that, not a whole lot else has happened yet. I have not worn male clothes of any description since the bash. Now that I know how I feel about being around boys, I find I would rather not wear boy's clothes any way. It just would not seem right, in some strange way. It somehow, if possible, makes me feel less like a queer, to be living as a full time girl. Since wearing my first dress a life time ago, I have lost about 15 lbs., due to a Jane Fonda work out tape that Mona bought for me as a joke. But, I put on my pink tights every day, and run the tape and I do the exercises right along with the girls on the tape. I also have had noticeable growth in my chest. I can easily fit into an AA cup, with my own flesh now. Also my nipples are quite large, and very sensitive. I nearly go nuts when Janet starts caressing them through my bra. If she or Mona start kissing them, I do go off my rocker. It is the most sensual thing that I have ever had the privilege of feeling. I finally got Janet to admit to me that she has been secret giving me female hormones in my food, ever since I first started living with her. The hormones have caused my hair to come in even thicker than it was too. My facial and my leg hair though is thinning. I have almost no chest hair now. I never had much anyway, but now it is even less. It has also made my waist slimmer and my hips a bit bigger. My new measurements right now are a nicely pleasing 35 1/2" - 27 1/4" - 35". It secretly does feel nice to be able to look like a woman without all kinds of corsetry or foundation garments, when I put on a dress. I still do wear corsets, because I love how they feel on me. So, I have actually become quite comfortable in my new life style. True to her word, Janet took me shopping and bought me my own wardrobe. She knows that a lot of my pleasure comes from wearing clothes that other girls wear, so, she and Mona do lend me their stuff on a pretty regular basis, just as they borrow some of my new stuff. They treat me like they would treat any other girl friend. I love it. Janet pays for everything for me. I have received anything that I asked her for. She had me use her identification cards to go to the bank, and open a checking account in my name, and she deposits money in it for me, though I never really need to use it, as she takes very good care of me. Last week, I received my first Mastercharge credit card in the name Or Miss Beverly J. Price. That was kind of a thrill. Janet and Mona do not even refer to me as a guy any more, when we are talking. They include me in all the girl talk that they do, just as though I were a real girl. For example, if they want to talk about menstrual problems, they do not wait till I leave the room. They just discuss it openly with me right there. I am half convinced that in their minds, even though I do have regular sexual relations with both of them, they think of me as a girl. The only possible problem that I can foresee is on the way, coming over to the apartment, right now. It is Mona's brother, John. John showed up two weeks ago, to stay with his sister at her apartment for a visit. He was living in Vancouver, but he was laid off because of robotics replacing his job. Last week he decided to relocate, here. So, he came to live with his sister Mona, till he decides what he wants to do. From what Mona tells me, he has a lot of money in his bank account. She teases me about what a good catch he would be for a girl. John, like Mona, is bisexual; at least that is what Mona tells me. He is 5' 9" tall, with sandy blond hair and a moustache. He is also very athletically inclined. John seemed to like me as soon as he met me. Mona had also, when she found out that he kind of like me told him that I was really a guy. And that seemed to intrigue him. Mona and Janet have been real teases about him too. They think that the four of us should double date some time, with me being John's date, of course. The problem is this. If he likes me and if he starts to kiss me, I am afraid that I will not stop him. I am afraid that I will kiss him back. I am very afraid that if he wants to make love to me, that, I will not resist his advances. I do not want to be a queer, but l am beginning to think that I am, even if I do really enjoy making it with the girls. The fact is, with them, I always assume the feminine role anyway, and I like it a lot better that way. But having a guy like you is a very different thing. At least with Janet or Mona, even though I always take the girl's role, at least l am making it with real girls... Not guys. John and I have gotten to know each other a bit over the last two weeks, and I really do like him. He makes me feel so comfortable when l am with him. But, we have never been alone together before. The girls have always been around when ever John was here, or if we were at Mona's place. I was glad of that. But, it was about to change now. John called me about twenty minutes ago to tell me that he had nothing to do for the day, and he wanted to know if it would be all right for him to come over for a while. He said he had a new video tape that he thought l might like to see. Since all of my housework was done, and since 1 am not in school at present, I do not have school work to do, so I had no reason that I could give him for not coming over. I was so ashamed of what I did, as soon as I hung up the phone. I'd been wearing a grungy old house dress for the first half of the morning. As soon as I hung up the phone, I ran to my room, and put on fresh make-up and put on a white satin dress that Janet bought for me. The very full and flowing skirt was covered in a delicate white lace. It had long sleeves and when it was zippered, it was a little on the tight side around the torso area. Janet loves it on me. She tells me that I can not hide what I have, when I am wearing it. She was referring to my budding new feminine breasts. I know that all dresses are feminine, but somehow, this one seems to be really feminine and it is one of my favourites. It also has a four inch wide belt that accentuates my tiny corseted waist to maximum effect. The collar is high, almost Victorian in appearance, and has lace that froths out from under my chin, and falls in a delicate cascade to the top of my belt. I also put on high heels for him. Then, as though I had been wearing this dress all day long, I went back to the couch to sit and wait for John to come with his video tape. I was so ashamed of myself, because I wanted for him to see me looking pretty. I was also ashamed of myself for not wanting him to see how I looked when I was wearing grungies. I knew that it was a typically feminine reaction, but he was a guy, and so was I. Those was the facts, as the expression goes. I was not supposed to feel or act like this. I felt guilty, but as they say, the dice are thrown. John just came to the door, rapped lightly, and walked in, as though he lived here. He did not wait for me to get up to show him in. I was too surprised to react, and I just sat there. When he saw me, he smiled. He told me that I was very pretty today. I blushed as my face burned. It was what I had been hoping he would say. I was so ashamed of my feelings. I did not want for another guy to know that I could be pleased with a compliment that was meant specifically for females of the species. Yet that was the way that I felt. I felt like a giddy little boy crazy school girl, out on her very first date. He went over to the television and turned it on. He bent down and turned on the VCR as well. I watched the muscles in his back ripple as he bent over. I did not want to think that he was so attractive, but I did think that. He put the tape into the machine. He picked up the remote control, and came over to sit on the couch beside me. I was very aware of his closeness to me. I tried to hide my tenseness and nervousness by folding my hands in the lap of my pretty dress. Under my hands, I could feel my erection pressing against the front of my pretty satin panties. I hated myself for what was I thinking. I did not want to be a queer, but I was reacting to another guy just like I was a real girl. I kept stealing sideways glances at him. I was wondering what it would feel like if he kissed me. Something inside of me wanted him to take me in his arms, and to make me act like a woman for him. I did not want to do it, but this new deeper craving to be treated like a woman is treated by a man, was so much stronger than my misgivings. He looked at me and smiled. "Ready Bev?" he asked. I nodded, afraid to speak, and watched as he raised the remote and pressed the play button. The scene that filled the screen was of a very pretty woman driving in a fire engine red MGB convertible, with the top down and she was driving over some steep hills, in a cityscape setting. The car drove for a few minutes, then it pulled up to a nice looking apartment building. The woman got out, flung her purse over her shoulder, and began walking with a most attractive swishing in her hips, as she made her way to the front door of the apartment building. Moments later, she was knocking on the front door of the apartment with a stylised # 10 on it. She was wearing a mauve coloured dress that went down to just a bit below her knees and a white pearl necklace. Her hair was curly and looked like a halo framing her soft smooth pretty face. I could hear the rustle of her clothing as she walked. She was quite feminine. The door was opened by an attractive looking man in a three piece grey suit, with a white shirt and a red tie. As the door opened all the way, I realised that the man in the movie was none other than the John who was seated beside me. I turned and looked at him with an amazed look on my face. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and told me that it was a home movie. In the movie, he leaned over and kissed the girl at his door, and welcomed her into his house. She breezed in past him, extending her left hand, to brush the front of his pants as she waltzed by. She remarked that she was just checking to see if he really was glad to see her. I admired her for the way she seemed to take charge, using her sexuality. She went over and sat on the couch. John poured two wine glasses full of refreshment and carried them over to where she was sitting, and he sat on the right side of her. A moment later, her right hand was rubbing the top of his thigh. Soon, she had opened her mouth to receive his tongue, which he put into her mouth with the kind of expertise that was born of much practice. After a few minutes of kissing her like that, she began to rub his cock through his pants. She rose and moved over to a place in front of him, and she knelt down between his wide spread knees. I watched, fascinated as she opened his belt, unhooked his pants, and lowered his zipper. I knew that via the movie, I was going to see what his cock looked like. He just stood up in front of her. As he let her do so, she raised her hands to lower his pants to his ankles. She untied his shoe laces, then removed his shoes, and his pants. She raised up again and pulled down his white jockey shorts. His cock bounced out right in front of her face. It even glanced off her left cheek. I could not help but to wonder what that must feel like. When she had his shorts off, she reached for his cock, and asked if it would be all right for her to kiss it. The film showed a close up of her face as she began to kiss the end of his cock, leaving lip stick traces all over his shaft. I could see traces of her spittle on his cock, as she went up one side, and down the other, very slowly. She gently fondled his hairy balls at the same time. Then she repeated the process, only this time. She licked his shaft up and down. From the look on her face, she was really enjoying what she was doing to him. When she got back to the head of his cock, she looked up and smiled at John, as she placed her mouth directly on the tip of his cock, and slowly moved her head forward, filling her mouth with him. I could see her cheeks bulging out as it filled her mouth. I could see the look of blissful pleasure in her eyes, as she looked up at him in a most loving fashion. The woman continued looking up at him as she moved her head slowly back and forth. Her cheeks would fill out when she had her mouth full of his cock, then they would go hollow as she moved back, indicated that she was sucking him very hard on the shaft as it moved out of her. All the time that she was sucking his cock like that, she was looking up at him and she had a look of bliss on her face. I could not believe what was going through my mind at that moment. I was actually wondering what she was feeling as she knelt there, with her mouth full of a cock. I also envied her. It was obvious that she loved what she was doing to John. I heard him talking to her in a quiet voice, complimenting her on being such a vixen cock sucker. Then, she held her head still and began to masturbate him, with just the tip of his cock in her mouth, and the thumb of her right hand on the sensitive underside of his cock. He started to cum into her mouth, filling it with his load. I could see it trickle out of the corners of her mouth. She still held him with just the tip of his cock in her mouth, and keeping him still, while she kept masturbating him into her mouth, till he was totally spent. When he started to go soft, she pulled her head away from him, licking the cum from his cock, and smiled up at him. She licked her lips, and swallowed the load in her mouth. Then she told him that she loved sucking his cock almost as much as she loved getting fucked by it. John sat down and she stood up in front of him. He reached for the hem of her dress at her knees and he slowly began pushing it up, feeling the nylons that she was wearing, all the while. Soon, he had pushed her dress all the way up to her belly. The camera went around to John's back to look at the woman. John was rubbing the front of her bright red silk panties, with much black lace trimming. When he moved his hand away, I could see that she had a cock in her panties. John's fingers went into her panty waist and lowered her pretty panties. John told her that he would never understand what it was that turned people like her on like that, about wearing women's clothing. He also added that he absolutely loved men who were as pretty and as delicate as she was though, almost as much as he loved a sexy woman. Then, he lowered his head and gobbled her cock for her. Her moan and her rapid pelvic movement shoved her immediate release into his mouth. When she had cum, he raised her panties, pulled down her dress, and stood up to kiss her. I could see that he was giving her back, her own cum. He made the comment that only fairies and girls ate cum, where he came from, as he did so. He also smiled and said that as far as he was concerned she qualified on both counts. She smiled and kissed him back. She then gave him a pretty curtsy and she thanked him for a lovey time. She picked up her purse then left the apartment, with a sassy swishing of her beskirted fanny. John dressed himself again, then the movie ended. I sat there, utterly stunned. True, I had thought thoughts like that, but to see it in front of my eyes like that was a very different matter. "So, Miss Beverly, how did you like my home movie?" "Uh.... It was not what I was expecting, that is for sure. Uhhh... Who was she?" "She was my room mate out west. I did not know that she was a transvestite for a long time, but one week end, I got home about six hours before I was supposed to. I found her lying on the couch watching some television, wearing baby dolls and high heeled shoes, nylons and with her face all made up. She was very embarrassed and very apologetic and explained that when she was very young, her mom used to make her wear her sister's clothes all the time, and she just some how got to like it more than wearing boys clothes. She was so scared that I was going to let every one of our friends know about her secret. I told her that I would keep her secret, if she would start to act more like a woman around the house. She wanted to know what that meant. I told her that it meant that she had to do all of the housework now, and that she had to blow me every once in a while. She told me that she had no problem with doing all the house work, if I would let her wear a dress when she did it. I told her that I would expect her to wear dresses around the house from then on. She then told me that she had never done that before, giving a guy a blow job, that is. But you as can see from the movie that we made, that she sure took a liking to sucking my cock, after a little while." "Oh..." I was so scared. I knew what was going to happen. I feared it. I wanted it to happen. I hated being such a faggot queer. But I wanted to do what the girl on the film had done to this man. I was torn with terrible fear and indecision. John made up my mind for me. He moved over to me, and put his left arm around my shoulders, in a very gentle way. He put his right hand down on my beskirted lap, right on top of the erection that I had been trying vainly to hide from him. He very gently began to move his hand rubbing the girl material of my panties into my boy cock. I tried not to, but I moaned. His fingers seemed so big and so strong, I felt like he could break it right off me, if he wanted to do so. I loved the way it felt to be so weak and vulnerable with a man. "I bet that you would like to do all of the things that Jane did to me, in the movie, wouldn't you, Beverly?" He kept rubbing the front of my dress. Then he leaned over and kissed me. Just like he had done to the girl in the movie, he shoved his tongue into my mouth. Involuntarily, I reached my right hand up to rest on his shoulder, and I sucked his tongue for him. He made me feel every inch a girl, and I loved the feeling. I loved being treated like a girl is supposed to be treated. He kissed me for nearly ten minutes like that; then, he moved his head back. He moved his hand from the front of my dress and placed it on my right knee. He shifted back a bit on the couch. "Beverly, you have got to say the words to me. Did you like my movie? And you have to be honest." "Yes... I did." "Did it make you feel like a real girl when I kissed you?" "Yes. I felt like a real girl when you kissed me." "Do you really like feeling like a girl?" "Yes... Oh yes... I never want to be a boy again." "Would you... Would you like to be as much of a girl as Jane was in our home movie?" I mumbled my response, but he wanted me to speak it out loudly and clearly. My face burned with the shame of having to admit my most secret desires to someone, especially to a guy. "Oh John, I have never done anything like this before. I am just so confused by my feelings." "Hey, it is really very simple. You feel like a girl. You look like a girl. You like the idea of doing all the things that girls do, especially with guys. The proof of that is in your panties right now. So, it is about time that you find out what it feels like to do it. I am going to go into the bath room and take my clothes off. If you are not here when I get back I will just go home and I will never bother you about this again. If you are here when I get back, I will know that you want to know what it feels like to become a pretty cock sucker. Fair enough?" I did not respond. I was just too stunned. I just sat there, torn apart inside. There was a terrible war of wills and conscience going on in my psyche. I recalled vividly what his cock had looked like, and how Jane had looked when she had it inside of her mouth. True to his word, John went into the bath room. I wanted so very much to get up and to run outside, but I was rooted to the spot. Ten minutes later, John came out of the bath room, totally naked and I was still seated on the couch. I was so ashamed, because, I knew from the look on his face, that he was really looking forward to getting his cock sucked, by me. He stood there smiling with a rather superior looking smirk on his face. He knew what I was on the inside, better than I knew myself. I could easily see the well defined muscular chest, his fur covered flat belly, his well muscled thighs, and. Very obvious to me, was the flaccid cock at his middle. I could not help but look at it. It seemed to draw my eyes to it. Aside from my own, it was the only other one that I had ever seen. It seemed repulsive to me, and ugly. Yet, it fascinated me. This was a man standing in front of me. I could never be a man like him. I knew it, and he knew it. In his mind, I belonged in panties and dresses, because I could never be a man like him. I was inferior, like a girl, to him. I shuddered as I also realised, that very soon, the cock that I was looking at was likely going to be inside of my mouth. I would be making it cum for me, just as John's previous girl friend in the movie had done for him. I would become a real live fairy boy. I would be just like one of those guys that they always made jokes about. "Well, I guess there is no more kidding about who is a fairy boy or not, any more, is there Miss Beverly? Stand up Baby. Stand right here in front of me, my pretty boy in a pretty dress." I was mesmerised. He reached his hand out to help me up. I smoothed my skirts out as I stood up, and I was nearly doubling over with the pain of the erection in my panties. When he crooked his fingers to me and grasped my hand, I slowly rose to my high heel clad feet, and the then I slowly moved over to stand right in front of him, where he had indicated for me to stand. He made me feel that he was so strong, that I could not disobey his wishes for me. It was like a lovely dream. He made me feel special to him. He gently took my right hand, by the wrist, and ever so slowly, he bought it from my side to right in front of him, and held it in front of him for a long minute, all the while, looking deeply into my eyes. He turned the palm of my hand upward, then with his right hand, he lifted his stiffening member, and he lay in on my hand. He then turned my fingers inwards so that my hand was wrapped around his cock. Humiliation flooded me. This was a girl position that I was in. He was treating me like I was a real girl. Though I felt intense humiliation, I wanted to be a girl for him. John smiled at me. "So, Beverly, you like to hold a man's cock in your pretty hand?" I looked at him. A horribly hot flush of shame crossed my cheeks, burning me with its blush. I truly felt like a weak little indecisive girl. 'Tell me the truth, Baby, or I'll take it away from you." "Yes." I had never felt such a deep sense of intimate shame before. It was heavenly. "Yes what, Sweetpants?" "Yes John... I like... Uhhh, hol... hol... holding your cock for you." "You are doing what a real girl does... You know that eh?" "Yes... I know it John." "Does it make you feel more like a real girl, Miss Beverly' Ye... Yes... It does." "Well, most of the girls that I know of, when they get a chance to get my cock in their hands, they start to jack me off. You want to masturbate your boy friend, Beverly?" I started, ever so slightly to move my hand, hardly daring to believe that I was actually having the courage to stand here in front of this hunky guy, wearing a pretty dress, and holding his cock in my hand. As I felt the worm move in my hand. It started to grow. For some very strange reason, this pleased me. I was anxious to see how big I could make it. I felt flattered that I could make him grow like that, for me. It was only a few seconds before the cock had become a big hard satiny smooth hard on for me. John smiled. I slowly, as though I were in a trance, raised my left hand and rested it gently over his left breast. I felt his soft curly chest hair under my hand. I felt completely womanised. "Babe, you do that like you were naturally born to jack a guy off. You are really very good at this honey. Take it from me. I have had a lot of chicks jack me off before, and you are good." I blushed at his words of praise for my ability to do what a woman does. "No, before I let you suck my cock, I want to see what you got in your panties. Come closer over here." He took my hand and led me over, as he went over and sat down in an easy chair. He took my hand and gently pulled me down, directing me to sit on his lap. It felt so strange, yet I liked lt. John wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me on my lips, very slowly playing with my lips with his tongue, till I opened my mouth to receive him inside of my body. I could not stop my arms from going up and around his neck. I felt as though I were embracing him, lovingly. That was how girls should feel about their boy friends... But it was a very foreign feeling for me to feel about "my" boy friend. It was the first time that I felt like this about another boy. I felt strangely liberated to. It was freeing to me, to at last be acting like a real girl in a real life situation, not just wearing dresses and panties all the time. This was a real man in whose lap I was seated. His right hand caressed my back and my left shoulder. He raised his hand to the back of my head then caressed down again. He moved it to the front of my chest. I could feel his strong fingers on my breasts, and involuntarily, I shoved my chest out into his hand. His strong fingers felt so nice on my budding breasts. I could feel him kneading the engorged nipples, and I whimpered. It made me feel so girlish to be held like this. I felt the heat of his hands, and I wanted to yield to them. After kissing me like that for a long time, I felt his hand make its way down to my knee. I thrilled as I felt his hand go under my skirt. I looked down, because, I wanted to see what a man's hand under my skirt looked like. It looked lovely to me. To my mind, the most vulnerable and weak position a girl can be in is to have a man's hand roaming around under her skirt. I could feel his hand making small caressing circles on my nyloned thighs, and I nearly feinted. This was such a womanly feeling for me. I was completely in his control and I loved the feeling. But, when I felt his fingers as he finally made it to the front of my silk panties, 1 almost screamed. I was thankful that my mouth was so full of his tongue at the moment that I felt first a man's hand touch my pantied cockette. I nearly leapt on his lap. I heard him chuckle about that. It felt like any one of his fingers was bigger than my whole cockette. It felt like he could break it off if he wanted to. He was in control. He wore the pants. Instead of breaking it off, he slowly felt out the shape of my silk clad cock, Caressing it up and down, like it was something delicate and precious to him. I felt his hand explore around to my sides, forcing his fingers between my panties and the dress I was sitting on as he felt my bum cheeks, and then went back to the front of my panties. I shivered in wonder at the sensation of feeling so small and so vulnerable as a man's hand was handling my girlified cock for the first time in my life. I loved this. He kept brushing lightly over that very sensitive part under the head of my cock. I spasmed with the bliss of the feel of it, every time his fingers touched me there, knowing that it was through girl's panties... "My" girl's panties, that he was touching me. He let his fingers explored down between my legs. He felt my little balls, and then, he started to push his fingers up into the place fight between my legs, where he could have entered me if I had been a real girl. This was a wild, weird sensation. I clung to his neck and moaned as I sucked on his tongue. I could feel his delight at my reaction to being touched where he touched real girls. His fingers left that area, and went back up to the front of my panties. He spread his hand over the front of me, making me feel very small and vulnerable. Then, with a quick movement, he grasped me and twisted it, almost but not quite painfully. All I could feel was the intimate girl material of my panties being ground into the only inches of boy hood that I had left to me. I whimpered, feeling utterly out of control of myself, and I exploded uncontrollably into his hand. He continued to twist my cock, grinding my panties into me, constantly reminding me that I was utterly under his control, and that he could hurt me if he wanted to. I would not be able to stop him. This awareness was delightful to me. I shivered and moaned as he milked me and I fell, relaxed into the embrace of his arms. He held me like that till I started to go soft in his hand. "Why don't you go and change your panties, Beverly. I will wait for you out here, okay?" I did not say anything. I just went to my room, cleaned up the mess, and picked out another pair of panties to wear. When I had the fresh ones on, I hesitated before going back out into the living room. He was there, my man lover, and he was waiting for me. He was waiting to have me make love to him in the same way that a woman makes love to a man. I shuddered. I remembered the look of bliss on the girl/boy's face in the movie, and I hoped I would like sucking his cock as much as she had seemed to like doing it. I opened the door and smiled at him as I walked out into the room. He was lying, naked on the couch, with one foot up and one foot on the floor legs wide open. He was watching the scene of her sucking him off again, as he was playing with his cock. He was quite handsome, I realised. I also realised that something in me wanted to be the one who was playing with his cock for him. "Well there, Miss Beverly, are we ready for our debut of making love to a man?" "I... I guess so." I giggled nervously. I felt like a 12 year old virgin girl. "Here," he tossed a pillow onto the floor, "Kneel on that. I am a firm believer that the first time that a pretty girl ever sucks a cock she should be made to feel inferior to the superior man. She should be in a position of complete humility and servitude to him. That means, she should be kneeling in front of him. If she is good a good cock sucker In that position, then, later on she will be able to graduate to more relaxed positions, provided that she always remembers that cock sucking, for girls, is a position of inferiority and of servitude to her man. Do you have any kind of problem with that philosophy, Beverly?" I did not know what to say or do. I knew that I was going to do it. I knew that he could make me do it. I knew that I wanted to do it. I did not know yet if I really would have the guts to do it, but I wanted to find out. I felt that I had to know if I could. So, not knowing what else to do, I just smiled shamefacedly at him, and went over to where the pillow was. I watched the grin of arrogant superiority spread across his handsome face as I let my self sink to my knees on the pillow. My skirt splayed out around me as I lowered myself to the pillow. Then I waited for him. John rose and slowly he walked over to where I was kneeling as he walked, his cock bounced up and down. He grasped his cock in his hand and slowly he began to rub it on my cheeks. "You know Miss Beverly, I just can not help but to love you sissies. You guys make me feel so fucking superior to you. You prance about in your little girlie clothes, and you betray your man hood, so that you can act like sexy little girls. Then you cannot wait for the chance to prove how girlish you are, by sucking off a real man. Well, you can blow me anytime you want to Beverly. You can blow me for two reasons. One, you make me feel so superior and manly around you. The other reason is, I love to get my rocks off, even if it is on a pretend girl who is willing to get my rocks off for me." His words burned me like slaps across the face. But, he did not say anything that was not true. I listened to him, totally ashamed of what I had allowed myself to become. I had another hard on in my panties to. He put his hand on my head, and then he moved his cock so that the tip of it was on my lips. "I bet you can hardy wait to open your mouth and get my cock inside of your body, just like a real girl wants to feel a man inside of her body, can you, Beverly? Well, slut... Go ahead. It's all yours now." I felt so ashamed. Yet, I moved my lips so that my mouth was opening. As my mouth was opening, his cock began to move slowly inside of my body. He was pulling my head towards him. Lightly forcing his cock into my mouth. The head of his cock was so dry. I felt it slowly slide across my lips. I wondered if I was leaving traces of my lip stick on him, like the girl in the movie had. I looked up at him, and all I could see was that look of arrogance and superiority on his face. I felt so humiliated, and yet so wonderfully, deliriously happy. I knew now what I was. I knew that if he did not force me to take his cock into my mouth, I would gladly suck it for him, any time, almost any place. I had now become one of those queer characters that I had despised for most of my life. And, knowing that, I knew that there was a lot of joy to be had in being so perverse. Yes, I was John's new girl friend, and I liked the way he felt inside of my mouth. I was flattered that as a girl, that I could make him so hot for me. In it went. I had never felt my mouth being so full ever before. He pushed it in till his cock hit the back of my throat, and I almost gagged. John realised he had pushed it too far in, and pulled it back a fraction of an inch. He laughed and made a comment that I would have to learn how to deep throat. I had no idea of what that meant, but it sounded sexy and dirty to me. Here I was, completely girlified. I was on my knees in front of a sexy man, and my mouth full of his good sized man cock. I did not know what to do next. He had taken his hand off my head. I remembered the image of the girl in the film. So, I moved my lips around, and I started to lick his shaft. I could not move my tongue very much, but I was able to lick it enough that he could feel what I was doing to him. I also locked my lips around him, and pulled my head back, sucking him like a lollipop. I also did not want to spill any of his cum all over my lovely dress. Janet would know for sure what it was, if she saw it. "That's it Babe. Coax daddy's big wad right out of him. Suck me and make me cum for you, Babe. Eat my cock, pretty baby, that's right. Ohhh... You are a natural, just a natural born cock sucker. Man, you are such a good cock sucker, Beverly; I just might take you home with me tonight and keep you in my bed forever. You would be my sissy wife. I bet that you would like that, eh?" He talked, and the cock in my panties grew even more. As soon as the newness of having a cock in my mouth wore off, I began to enjoy the texture of the hardness of it on my lips and my tongue. I moved my head back and forth slowly, licking every square inch of it. I felt the shaft moving across my lips, and I liked the feel of it. It was like my little baby, and I wanted to make him cum for me. I felt so womanly for him. I wanted to please him. I could not help but to reach down and rub the front of my dress. I made myself explode into my panties, just as I was making him start to explode into my mouth He started to spurt his big gobs of salty, hot, thick cum into my mouth. I locked my lips tightly around him. I did not want to lose any of his cum. Real girls took this reward into their bellies, and that was what I wanted to do to. I wanted this reward inside of my belly, to make me feel like a real girl. I had certainly been acting like one, and now I wanted the reward that girls get from their boy friends, ever since my sister Eve had first taken it from Adam. Strangely, thinking of John as my boy friend did not turn me off in the least. In fact, it had just the opposite effect. I was a girl and I had a real live boy friend. Not only that, but I was making love to him the way girls do to their guys. I felt warm, and pleased to be a girl. This was the real me, the feminine me. I put both of my hands on the cheeks of his bum, and tried to keep him from falling out of my mouth. I felt his cum starting to dribble out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I sucked and licked at him, till he was no longer shooting into me. I swallowed my reward. And I continued to suck him till I got nearly everything off his cock. As I had seen the girl in the movie do. When he came out of my mouth, I licked at him and kissed him, till he was pretty clean. When he was soft, I leaned back and looked up at him. I knew I had a question in my eyes. I was so very ashamed of the question that was in my mind. But, I wanted to know. "Beverly, you did very good. You are a very good cock sucker. You are so good, I might even send a friend of mine over here so you can suck him off too." I blushed. I blushed from his praise, and I blushed because of his idea to send a friend over. I secretly knew that if he did send a friend over, that I would suck him off too. I knew now that I really did like being dressed up in girl's clothes, and sucking a cock, like real girls get to do. I watched as John dressed himself again. He came over and stood in front of me. I raised my arms to his shoulders, and he pulled me tightly against him. I welcomed his kiss. Like girls in the movies did, I even raised one foot out behind me. I just loved doing every little thing that real girls got to do. It made me feel so wonderful to do womanly feminine things. I felt so free when I acted like a woman acts. 'You know that the next time I see you, I might want to take to you bed, don't you?" "Yes, I know, John." "And you would like me to seduce you, the way a man seduces a lovely woman, Miss Beverly?" "I don't know. I really liked what we did today, so I guess I would like the other things you want to do to me too?" I wished that I still had enough of a boy in me to tell him to take a hike, but I did not. Instead, I could hardly believe that I was hearing myself tell him that I would probably like it if he tried to fuck me, like I was a girl. "You are one very hot fox, you know that, Beverly... I can hardly wait to see you waking up in my bed one morning, seeing you all dressed up in a sexy little feminine night gown, and crawling down under the covers to suck me off again. After you suck me off, I would lie in bed and watch you get dressed up in your pretty girlie clothes, and you would make my breakfast for me. You would bring it in to me, and while I am eating my toast, you would eat my cock again. I get hard just thinking about it, Beverly. I bet you can hardly wait for it either. Well, you remember girl, you got a boy friend who loves you now, and he likes the way that you please him." His words caused a blush of shame to cross my face. I could never deny that I would like to do what he had just said. He'd know that I would be lying if I said no. I just felt so perverted and sissy like. I felt like a fairy queen. I felt delightfully girlish. I was surprised to find that I genuinely hoped it would not be too long before he wanted to take me out on a date. Then John kissed me again. He took his tape out of the VCR, and left me alone with my thoughts about what had just happened. I had a day to think about what had happened to me, about what I had done with John, my boy friend. Many times, I went and looked In the mirror, and pursed my lips in order to smile at the newest pretty cock sucker that I saw there. Now, though the brand, 'cock sucker' did not seem so repugnant to me any more. Now I knew that it was a name that I could live with, even if it did mean that I was so perverse. I also wondered if I would get the chance to do it again, soon. I had liked making it with a guy, just as much as had I liked making it with the girls. I blushed prettily, as I realised that from now on, for the rest of my life, every time I looked in a mirror, I would know that I was looking at a cock sucker. I was a full fledged now. I was officially, a real live fairy. I had done what girls do. I felt wonderful, knowing that I had so intimately identified with the female gender. I kind of liked the feeling of being a real girl. I felt girlish all over again. It was like a strong intoxication for me. At least now, I no longer had to guess about whether or not I could like boys. I liked them, a lot. And I knew that I wanted to do with boys, well... with one boy anyway, just about everything that real girls get to do with real boys. I now knew that I was about as much of a girl as someone like me could ever get to be. As soon as Janet came home, she instinctively knew that I had made love to John, the way a girl just seems to be able to sense things like that. She knew it immediately, and it only took a few sharp questions before she had me confessing the whole thing. I sat blushing, as she called up Mona and told Mona what I had just confessed to her. Mona was ecstatic about the idea that I was really that completely feminine after all. I also knew that Janet, while she was happy about it, was just a wee bit jealous, about having shared her 'wife' with another man. What really made me blush though, was that as I sat there, I knew that the girls, and John, would know, everytime single time that they looked at me, from now on, that I was really a cock sucker. The girls would know that every time they talked about guys, that I would be just as interested as they were in what they were talking about. Yet I would never be able to deny the truth about what I had done. I certainly could not deny that I would do it again and again, just because the girl part of me wanted to do girl things with guys. I'd been really flattered by the knowledge that I had been able to make John so hard for me as an attractive girl. What was more, I now knew, deep down inside of me, how much I wanted to do it again and again and again. The scene that John had described to me had made another hard on in my panties. I could hardly wait to find out what it would feel like to go to bed with a man, knowing that I was there to provide womanly sex for him. Oh, how I wanted to wake up some morning, and do what he had described. I knew that I would love it. In my fantasy, I pictured myself living with him, as his wife. I knew I could make him very happy. I knew that making John happy, as his wife would fulfil my deepest secret fantasy. Chapter Seven John was called back by his former employer the next day, and he was asked if he would be willing to come back to work for three months, on a consultancy basis. He agreed to do that, figuring that he could always use some extra cash, and the offer was quite generous to him. He did not need the money, but he loved the west coast, and the employer was willing to pay for his hotel and some of his daily living expenses while he was there. John figured he would be able to clear about another $8,000 of net cash by the end of the three months. That would really help him a lot if he wanted to start a little business or something. We missed him, a lot. It did not take me long to realise that I had developed what I can only describe as a school girl s crush on John. I really missed him. I missed the feel of his arms when he kissed me. I missed the way he would make me feel so girlish, when he would have me sit on his lap, and he would reach under my skirt and tease the front of my panties and make me cum for him. Mostly though, I missed the closeness that I felt to him. I loved Janet, and I liked Mona very, very much, but I had to admit to myself, that they just did not have what a man had. I missed John. The girls sensed this in me, though I would have been loathe to discuss it with them, and they made a lot of fun over it. But it was not a malicious fun. It was the same kind thing that they would have done if I had been a real girl and had grown up with them, and had fallen for a guy who was now on the other side of the country. They seemed to kind of like the idea that a guy could so identify with the feelings that were so definitely feminine in nature. Janet was delighted that I was turning out to be so girlish after all. I was certainly fitting into her long term plans for me, after all. We spent a very quiet Christmas together, the three of us. It was a very intimate time. For a guy like me there was nothing more intimate and beautiful than finding myself in a bed with two beautiful voracious young women, who would make love to me like I was their equal. I almost began to forget that I was really a guy. I knew one thing for certain. I had not worn male clothes for many, many weeks now, and 1 did not care if I ever wore them again. Janet wore boy's clothes more than I did now. On January 3rd, we got a call from John. He wanted to know when my classes started. We told him that they started on the 13th of the month. Then, he wanted to know if I would like to go to the west coast and visit him for a week. Well, Mona and Janet just about split a gut in their excitement for me. They were also listening on the extension phone, as he told me that he had been thinking of me a lot, and he missed me terribly. He would really appreciate it if I could come and be with him for a little while. I said that I would have to think about it. The idea of living with John for a whole week, as his girl friend was kind of scary. I wanted to, but I was so uncertain of whether or not I could ever pull it off. And besides that, I would so miss the intimacy that I had with Mona and Janet. They made me feel so completely girlish, and I did not want to miss that feeling. I loved being their little sister. Janet was on the other phone, and she piped in that there was nothing to think about. She went on and told John that I was acting like a love starved little girl since he had left, and that she would make sure that I got onto the plane to go to visit with him. John wanted to know if It was really true that I had been acting like that. I could hear that male ego being stroked, in his voice. Mona confirmed that it was, as I tried to deny it. I was just so ashamed of my inner feelings. I loved being a girl, but I also knew that I was a boy and boys were not supposed to feel like I felt about John. It was just so perverse. I was being perverted. Yet, something deep inside of me was titillated by the thought that I had a crush on a boy, just like any other girl might feel about a cute guy. I was feeling a real girl's feelings for a boy, and knowing that, seemed to satisfy some very strange and deep desire in me. I wanted to be all the girl that it was possible for me to be. So, sort of against my will, they made all of my arrangements to get me to the airport, so that I could be with John by 8 p.m. the following evening. I had never been on a plane before. I had never been in solely female attire and away from the girl's constant support and encouragement for such a long time before either. The idea of getting on a plane, in girl's clothing and travelling across the country to be with a man, to be his girl friend, was a terrifying proposition to me. But, they let me know that I was going to go to him, whether I liked it or not because, they were certain that I was going to love lt. The next day was a mad hustle. The girls spent the whole day selecting from both of their wardrobes, the sexiest lingerie that they owned, for me to take with me. They picked out pretty day clothes and sexy evening dresses for me as well. They put together a travelling case of make-up that I would need. They were more excited about my trip than I was, so you can just imagine how much energy they put into their selections for me. When they had done what they wanted to, I had three large suit cases and a carry on travel case to take with me. I was travelling the way women do. I could not believe that they really wanted me to take all that stuff, but they just smiled and told me that a girl has to be prepared for anything. They drove me to the nearest airport, nearly 60 miles from the small college town where we were living, and secured my ticket for me. Then they waited in the lounge area with me, waiting for my flight to depart. When it was finally announced over the PA system, the girls hugged me and kissed me and there were wet eyes as they wished for me to have a lovely time with my boy friend. I was going to desperately miss them, I knew. I felt the missing already, still in the departure lounge. The suit I was travelling in was a two piece pink wool. The skirt was just a bit higher than my knees, and it was tight. The short Eton styled jacket was very pretty, and very feminine. With it, I wore a pretty, conservative, pink silk, long sleeved blouse that had a high collar and a froth of very delicate lace under my chin, and lace cuffs that buttoned with little pearl buttons. I wore a delicate gold chain about my neck, a matching chain for a bracelet, and they had insisted that I also wear a matching chain on my right ankle. They told me it was called a slave bracelet and that it would depict my relationship to John. They said that John would go nuts when he saw that I was wearing it for him. They had also insisted that I wear what looked like a small engagement ring on my left hand's ring finger, as well as a pearl ring on my right hand. My finger nails were impeccably done in a rose pink, that matched my lip's gloss. My shoes were the same colour as my suit. I was very thankful to find that the seat beside mine was going to be empty. I was just so tense, sitting there, in public, dressed as a woman, with no one there with me to fall back on to help me if I got myself into trouble. I was totally feminised and all alone in the world. I had to either make everyone believe that I was really a young woman, or I just might get the shit kicked out of me. I knew what most people thought of fairies. I had thought that too, for most of my life. after all. I knew that in a tight skirt and high heeled shoes, there would be no hope of ever defending myself against an attack. This was it. I had no choice. I had to be exactly what I looked like. All I knew for certain was that I wanted to be a woman. So, I resigned myself to being what I looked like, certainly what I felt like on the inside. I drank three glasses of white wine which gave me a pleasant little buzz. I really started being able to enjoy knowing that I was making it on my own, as a lady. Then came a real thrill for me. The lady who was seated across the aisle from my seat, had a beautiful baby in her arms. She asked me if I would mind holding it for her, while she went to the wash room. Something deep inside of me leaped at the idea of looking the way I looked, and of holding a baby, just as though I really were a young mother. I smiled and held out my arms for the baby. The baby felt so natural as I cradled It in my arms, and cooed at it in a soft feminine voice. I loved the way the baby's body heat felt on my very sensitive breasts. It made my nipples so hard they swelled up a bit. The lady also draped a drool rag across my left shoulder to protect my suit, 'just in case', she smiled. She was a pretty baby girl and she was wearing a lace trimmed pink bonnet, that was framing her pretty little face. I envied her and I wished that I had had the chance to wear things like that, and to grow up as a normal little girl. Oh, how I wished that I had been allowed to go to school in pretty dresses, and play with dolls all the time. My mind went off in a flight of fantasy as I thought about what it might have felt like if I had been allowed to go to school in the pretty dresses and delicate little silk panties that my sisters had worn to school every day. I could almost feel what it must have felt like to sit on those cold plastic seats, with only a pair of thin little panties to keep my bum warm. I dreamed of what It must have been like to be ever vigilant, lest you discover that one of the boys was lookin up your dress to see what colour your panties were. I knew that boys did such things. It had happened almost constantly in my school classrooms. I knew, because I had done it often too. I envied girls, and I felt it was so unfair that just because I had a few Inches of boy hood that I had not been allowed to be a girl all the time. The only consolation was that at least now, I was getting to be all the girl I could be. I quietly once again thanked the forces of fate that be that had led me into contact with Janet Price. When the lady returned to her seat, she saw how much I was enjoying her baby, and she asked me If I would like to keep holding her for a bit longer. I very definitely did want to. Being dressed as a woman, and being able to express my feelings to a baby that kept smiling up at me was a very, very satisfying feeling. I felt womanly, and I knew in a strange sense that was it really was a perverted desire for a guy, I felt a bit motherly too. I I loved it. I kept the baby for another half an hour, then I dozed off, after my fourth glass of wine. When I awoke, we were stopping at Chicago's O'Hare for a half hour layover. I decided that I would just stay on the plane. The lady with the baby got off, and an older gentleman took her aisle seat. I paid little attention to him, and kept dozing a bit. After we were in the air again though, I became aware that the gentleman was staring at me. I glanced over, and noted that he was indeed staring at me, more precisely, at my legs. On his face was a look of pure lust. It pleased me to think that I could make a man feel so obsessed with my feminised body. I looked down, and realised that while I had been napping, that my skirt had ridden so far up that the top lace band of my nylons and the lace trimming of my slip was very clearly visible to him. I blushed, and sort of stood up to pull my skirt down again. I was sorry that I had worn a tight short skirt. But, the man kept on looking at me. Fifteen minutes later, he came over and sat beside me. In a very low voice, he whispered to me. "You are a very, very attractive young lady, my dear. You remind me very much of my daughter. She was very beautiful, and feminine too. I hope that you are not offended, but I have a proposition for you. I would be willing to give you $200.00 in cash, right now, if you will allow me to put a blanket over my lap and you would reach under the blanket, and masturbate me." "You will give me $200.00 to jack you off? I find that a bit hard to believe, that hand job from me is worth $200.00 to you." "Please, you do not understand. You look very much like my deceased wife. She and I used to play this game all the time, even before we were married. I miss her so much. She died about twelve years ago. You look and act so much like her, that well, I just had to see if you would fulfil this little fantasy of mine." I just stared at him for a long minute, and I felt like a hooker. The idea of taking money for giving a man sexual pleasures was definitely appealing to me. I got an immediate hard on in my panties. The only hookers that I had ever heard about, were all girls. This was something that as far as I knew, was one more thing that only girls did. I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Show me the money." His face flushed with pleasure as he realised what I had said to him. He looked around, and saw that no one else was near us. He reached into his suit coat and pulled out a bill fold. He extracted two $100 bills and handed them to me. I took them, and opened my purse, and put them inside of my pink leather wallet. I felt so slutty. It was very thrilling. I looked up. The man had risen to take a blanket out of the overhead compartment. I looked down at the front of his pants. He had a big cock, and it was very hard at the moment. I almost reached out to caress it for him. I felt flattered that I could make someone react like that to me, as a girl. He sat and smiled sheepishly at me, as he unfolded the blanket over his lap. I could see the blanket moving as he reached under it to open his pants up. When it was open, he pulled his hands out, and put his left arm around my shoulder. I allowed him to pull me toward him. I glanced around. No one was in our seat area. Feeling slutty, and very bold. I let my left hand go under the blanket, and felt up his thigh, till I found his massive cock. It was huge, and very hard. I slowly began to massage It with just my finger tips. "Yes... That is the way she used to do it...." "What was your wife's name?" "Linda... ahhh... Yes." "You can call me Linda if you like." "Yes, pretty little Linda. That is right. Make your husband very happy today, Linda." His eyes were closed and he was obviously off in another world. I could hardly believe that I was able to give such deep emotional satisfaction to someone, just because I looked like his wife. I let my fingers move down to his balls, then back up to the head of his shaft. I wrapped my fingers around him tightly, and let my thumb rub that sensitive underside of his cock. He stiffened and he started to pour out his cum, all over my hand. I continued to milk him till he started to relax and go a bit soft in my hand. He opened his eyes. and he looked at me with such a look of deep felt appreciation in his eye, that I almost gave him his money back. I reached into my purse and removed some facial tissues. I did not want to be there when he started to clean himself up, so I rose and passed by him to go to the ladies room to wash off my hand. His left hand gently caressed my womanly shaped bum cheeks as I passed by in front of him. I loved the attention that women got, and I was glad that I was able to attract it to myself. It was lovely. Nothing in my old boy life could compare to this kind of life. In the ladies room, I took a sanitary napkin from a dispenser on the wall. I hiked up my skirt and slowly lowered my panties. I wrapped the napkin around me, as I thought about being Linda for the older gentle man, and, all the things she might have done for her loving husband in there, and I just orgasmed wildly. It took a good five minutes for me to go soft again. I had been so horny. When I got back to my seat, I round that the gentleman had returned to his own seat. He acted as though he did not know me. But, on my seat was an envelope with the name of Linda written on it. I opened it and found a little note, with another two $100 bills in lt. "My Dearest Darling Linda; Once again, you have shown me what a lovely dear young lady you really are. Thank you once again, for being so gracious to an old man. Here s a little thing extra. Buy for yourself a nice new dress or something. All my love, your loving pretend husband" I smiled as I put the two new bills with the other ones. I wanted to keep the note, but I did not want John or the girls to find out that I had prostituted myself for cash, so I neatly folded it up, and put it in the trash bag in front of my seat. I glowed to know that I had just been paid to do what women do, and that this guy still thought I was a real woman. John was waiting for me at the terminal. He greeted me with a very hearty hug that lifted me from my feet and twirled me around and it included many kisses to my cheeks and my lips. I knew that it was only girls who ever rated getting a greeting like this one, and I was delighted. I returned his kisses, hungrily. This was my man for the next week. I could hardly wait to please him. He, like all men, uttered a mild oath when he went to pick up my luggage, and saw the three large bags. I smiled, and watched him as he carried all of them. All I carried was my carry-on and my purse. I almost felt like I should help him, but I figured real girls would not, so why should I? He was the man, so let him be manly. At his hotel suite, the bags went to the floor and I found myself lying under him, on the single bed that we would share for the next week. Where I belonged, was where I was, on my back and looking up at his smiling face. He was genuinely pleased to see me, I could read it in his eyes. I could also feel his pleasure poking at my belly. "Honey, do you want to get some supper or, do you just want to get on with the fun, Miss Beverly?" "Well, I ate on the plane, so I guess that means that I am ready to just get on with the fun, eh?" He grinned at me, and rolled off me. He wanted to watch me as I hung up my clothes. He loved watching me stow the lingerie into the bureau drawers, beside his bvd's. Soon, I was ready. There was nothing else left to do. The moment of truth had arrived. So, I picked up my night gown and went into the bath room with it, where I changed into it. I decided to keep my waist nipper with garter straps on, with my nylons. I knew that guys liked to feel up girls legs in nylons and garters. The under clothes were a soft pink, satin bra, which my own breasts almost completely filled now, with a matching pair of delicate lace panty briefs, which my engorged cock certainly did fill to capacity. My gown was a long flowing diaphanous pink, and it was ultra soft. I loved wearing it to bed. Over this was a peignoir that tied with a little lace bow under my chin. I loved this silky night dress more than an the other ones I had. If it turned me on so much to wear it, I wondered how it was going to turn him on to sleep with me while I was wearing it. I could hardly wait to find out, to be honest with you. When I returned to the main room, John was already propped up in bed, watching the television. There was an X rated movie on. He smiled with a lustful grin at me.. "Hey," he greeted me as he moved the bed covers aside so that I could slide in beside him. It did not surprise me to see that he was naked. And that he already had a hard on for me. "I thought that we could watch a bit of TV while we necked a bit. I'll tell you what, okay? When the sexy stuff starts, lets do whatever they do, okay?" 'Well, I guess that s what I am here for, really? It sounds kind of fascinating to me." I fell very naturally into his embrace as we started to watch the guy and the girl on the television. He started kissing her, and licking her lips. John did that to me. That was so erotic, I found. I moaned, with my own panty clad cock about to burst. As the guy started to kiss her ears and neck, John did the same to me. The girl reached for his cock, and just like her, I reached for John's cock. The girl spoke, in a husky voice. "Let me suck your cock for a while, please? I just love to suck a man's big dork when he turns me on." I blushed, terribly ashamed, as I turned to him, and I repeated the words to John. He just grinned at me, and like the guy on the television had, and he responded. "Hey consider that my family jewels are yours. Suck it till your pretty little heart is content." I glanced over and saw that she had gone down between his legs and was kissing the cock all over, and licking it with long slow strokes of her tongue. I threw his blankets off him, and scrunched down, so that I was able to lay my head on his belly, just like the girl in the movie had done, and I began to kiss his cock head and lick the shaft, as was my televised mentor. I hated myself, because I loved doing what I saw a woman doing. I loved it more than I had ever loved doing anything before. I was wondering if I could make John cum before she made her man lover cum. I sucked him for a few minutes. John tapped me on the shoulder and told me it was time for a change. I looked at the TV. The girl was on her back, her knees up, and her feet wide apart. Her lover was kissing and chewing at the front of her panties. I would feel so embarrassed about being in that position, but I kind of thought that John really wanted to do whatever was on the TV. I rolled over onto my back, as the movie projected that girl had done, and he pushed my night gown up to my belly. Next, he lowered his head and I could feel him biting at my cock and my balls through my panties. I felt so utterly womanly being in that position for him, and I rolled my head back and forth, hoping it would never end. He chewed at my crotch and at my cock for almost fifteen minutes driving me to the point of no return. He certainly got my panties wet, that was for sure. Then the scene on the screen changed. The man was taking off her silk panties, and so John pulled mine off me too. The man started to lick her cunt. John licked me all over between my legs. He licked my balls, then he sucked me for just a few moments. Then he rolled me onto my tummy and started to lick my anus. He told me that he really liked my pretty little pussy. I would never have believed how sensitive and wonderful that feeling could be, until he started to touch me there with his tongue. This was fantastic. He laughed when he saw my reaction, and made that comment that I really seemed to like having my pussy eaten, as much as the girl on the television. Then, the guy put his cock at her pussy lips, and very slowly, he started to push it into her. She passively opened herself to receive him. She whispered that she wanted him to fuck her silly. John moved his cock to my pussy lips, and started to push himself into me. It felt very much like I had to go to the bath room very badly. "Hey, Beverly, you missed saying something." "Uh... I... uh... I want you to fuck me silly, John. But please be gentle with me???" I could not believe what a struggle it was to get the words out of my mouth. I had heard that this was a scary and painful thing. Now, I was about to have my cherry taken, just like a woman, and, he wanted me to tell him that I wanted him to fuck me silly? It was scary. But, I wanted him to treat me in every way like he would treat a real woman. It hurt as I felt him very slowly enter into me. He vas very, very gentle with me. I guess that he knew this was my first time. It hurt, but he kept trying to accustom me to receiving him. Soon, I felt him lay his whole weight on my back. I felt so stuffed with him. He whispered to me, 'Well Beverly, you did it. You are now getting fucked, just like a real woman gets her pussy fucked." I felt pinned by his dead weight on top of me. Then he began to move his pelvis up and down, slowly. It was very painful and I nearly screamed. But after a few minutes, as the tightness began to leave me, I began to feel the sensation of him, not just filling me, but moving deep inside of me. I felt invaded, and I liked it. I began to move my bum up to receive him, when he moved down into me. I began to want him to be as deeply into me as he could get himself. I wanted to get fucked by my man lover. John did not disappoint me either. He fucked me for a very long time, moving very gently into and out of me, making the pleasure last for almost fifteen minutes. I finally felt him tense up, and he drove himself down deep into me. I could feel him releasing his cum into me, as he spasmed and drove into me in quick jerky movements. I sighed at knowing that I was really a woman now, and getting myself fucked, just like a woman gets fucked. I wished I could get fucked like this every night from now on. When he had fucked me, he rolled off of me and wrapped his cast off underwear around his cock to clean himself off. He saw that I had not yet cum, so he leaned down, and he took me into his mouth. The intense sexuality of all that I had experienced so far that day, culminated in a royal orgasm and I wildly spilled all that was in me, into his mouth. He drained me completely. Like a fantasy come true, I fell asleep wrapped in his strong arms. John made me feel so protected, and so loved. Sleeping in a man's arms is so very different from sleeping in a woman's arms. I love sleeping with Janet, but sleeping with John was also a very nice experience. In the morning, I was awakened by feeling his hands in the folds of my night dress. He was searching for me. I began kissing the chest that my head was lying on. And I let my hand seek him out. He was already very hard for me. I liked the way he felt in my hand. He asked me if I wanted to suck him off. For the first time in my life, there was no embarrassment about my answer. I did want to suck his cock for him. It was like I had finally accepted who I was and what I liked to do. I admitted to myself right at that moment that I adored the way his cock felt when it was in my mouth. Also, a key factor was that John seemed to really like me. He liked me to like being and to like doing all those sweet and intimate little girl things that girls do with guys, like enjoying his maleness. I reached up to him, kissed his lips, and told that I would like very much to suck him off for him, and I meant every word of it too. I squirreled down under the warm covers, and found him with my mouth. This time, I found that I was not just interested in sucking his cock. What I found was that I had a genuine desire to make love to it, to make this man think that I was the best cock sucker he'd ever had. I wanted to please h and make him want me again and again. I wanted him to know, by actions, that I wanted to please him in this way. It started with much kissing and then progressed to much licking. Then I just had to feel him inside of my mouth once again. I had to, and I did. Hungrily, I lowered my head so that I could take him all the way into my mouth. It only took him a few seconds before he was cumming with force. That kind of disappointed me. I had wanted to be able to suck his cock for a long time that morning I figured that it must be that I was just getting so good at sucking his cock that he was not able to refrain from giving his cum to me. When that was all done, and he had taken his shower, and I had taken my shower, he sat on the bed and he watched me as I put on a clean waist nipper, nylons, bra and panties. He smiled, and told me that 'he could just never figure girls like me out. He just could never be able to understand how we could actually prefer the tight constrictions and the limitations of wearing girl's clothes. He could not understand why we were not happy as guys, and wanted to bind ourselves up like that. He then had me stand in front of him, in my lingerie, and he ran his hands up and down my sides. He gently cupped my breasts, which sent a spasm of sexual shivers through me. He told me that I was going to be alone all day in a big city, and he wanted to give me some thing to remember that I had to behave myself like a proper young lady. I giggled and asked him what it was that he wanted to give me. I was expectant. What I got, shocked me. Before I even realised what he was going to do, he had pulled me, belly down, onto his legs. One of his legs locked mine so that they could not move. His left elbow was pressed between my shoulder blades, so I was effectively imprisoned. I could not move at all. Then, I felt a hard stinging slap on my pantied bum. I screeched and tried to get away, but the stinging slaps rained down on me till my bum actually started to get numb. I have no idea of how long it was that he spanked me, but it felt like it lasted for ages. I was sore, and shamefully, I was crying like a little girl. He made me promise to him, that I would be a good girl all day long, and that I would behave myself only in a way that becomes a young lady of good breeding. He told me that I should keep a record of everything that I did all day, because he was a very jealous man, over his girls. He would punish me some more, if I could not give a good account of my activities for the day. I promised that I would do so, as I gingerly rubbed my pantied bum cheeks. The entire week was a blur of this kind of activity. In public, John wined and dined me, making romance to me. Sometimes, actually it was all the time, in bed he would make me ever so thankful that I was in the woman's role for him, as he made love to me. But, every once in a while, he would humiliate me with a spanking. Once, he even tied my wrists together, and spanked me with a plastic ruler. I just could not believe the agony that caused. But, very strangely, almost scarily so, I almost began to like getting the spankings. I somehow started to equate that I should not be allowed to enjoy such a sensuous life, because I was a boy, and consequently that I should be punished to some extent for being so girlish. It was a kind of like a price that I had to pay, for being allowed to be womanly. I knew that it was dumb, but I really did feel that to be true, in my own mind. Though the week was a whirl wind of sensations, new experiences and a great deal of love making, I was indeed very thankful to get back home at the end of the week. I very much wanted to get back into school, and start doing something a little more constructive then spending all of my time, experimenting with new combinations of make-ups and washing women's clothing as a full time occupation. I was also secretly thrilled with the whole idea of beginning to live full time, in a feminine role, where no one knew me, except as Beverly J. Price. I loved the idea of finally being able to sit in a class room, while I was wearing skirts or dresses and pretty lingerie, all day long, just like every other girl in the class room would be doing. I loved knowing that I would be forced to be careful from now on, about where my skirt or dress hems were, on my thighs. I did not want to have a repeat of what happened on the plane, not with a randy college boys all around me. They would not pay me to jack them off the way the old sugar daddy had paid me. No, they would probably rape me, then boast about it to all of their friends. My role would now be that of a young co-ed, and there would be hell to pay if I did anything that gave any one even an ounce of the idea that I might not be a young lady, after all. I would be trapped, locked in for the next three years, into this new role of mine. I was thrilled about it too. Chapter Eight I do not want to bore you with a whole lot of details about the next three years. They were long, and some times gruelling, as there was a great deal of work to do, thanks to Mona. But, I will fill you in on an overview of what had happened, okay? I'll start with a brief summary of my return from my lover's tryst with John. The girls of course, wanted to know every little nitty gritty detail of how it went and what I did with John, and of course, what John had done with me. Finally, over the period of the next two days, I ended up actually confessing everything to them and I mean everything, except of course, my prostitution experience. Over the next several days, I got so caught up in the work load of the study program that Mona had gotten me enrolled in, that it seemed like ali I did was get dressed in the morning, and study till I put on my night gown at night. I never would have believed that it was even possible for this to happen to me. But, I worked so hard over the next few weeks that I actually started to lose my constant awareness that I was wearing only girl's clothing all the time. My mind was so focused on the tasks at hand, that I actually forgot about what I was wearing most of the time. It was kind of a relief to not have a constant erection, from wearing panties all the time. Wearing dresses and skirts, and the occasional pair of pants, became such a normal thing to me that it no longer excited me every time I pulled my panties on. Not getting a hard on every time I put on girl's panties was somewhat of a relief to me. I sure did not want to spend most of my adult life wearing a panty girdle because of constant erections, just because I was wearing girl's panties, that was for sure. I much preferred the lack of constriction, not to mention preferring the ultra soft silkiness of delicate feminine panties, to the tight lycra panty girdles. I still had to wear the panty girdles though some times like whenever I had to wear a pair of sexy tight stretch pants, or a really tight skirt or some of my really short shorts, for instance. The only other change that actually happened was that back at the apartment, one day, I discovered that Janet had moved all of my male clothing into her closet, and had given me a few more of her dresses. I didn't care about wearing the male clothing anymore. As far as I was concerned if I ever wore male clothing again, it would be too soon. I was just no longer comfortable trying to act like a male. I just did not want to do that anymore. It was too stressful. But Janet was wearing the male clothing now, as she was studying a new course, in my name. True, she used my name, and appeared to her classmates as a rather butchy girl, but a female none the less. But at home, she rarely wore dresses anymore. I for one, did not mind letting her wear the pants in the family, I very much preferred to wear the panties anyway. I became so accustomed to the using the name of Beverly, that whenever anyone said the name, I looked around to see if it was me they were asking for. Because of Mona's endeavours in the student aid office, I soon received a new set of legal identification documentation. The only thing that I had to do after that was to go and update my driver s license, with a newer picture, one that was me, and not of Janet. Fortunately her original picture was a bit blurred. So there were no questions asked when I went In and asked them if they would issue it with the name Beverly J. instead of Janet B. I explained that Janet B. was my real legal name, but that I was always known to everyone as Beverly. As that was the name I used all the time. The girl at the counter thought that she could do that for me. The only thing was that it would have to be J. Beverly Price. But, I apparently looked enough like the three year old photo of Janet, that she did not think to question whether or not I was really the girl in the picture. I guess they are so used to women changing their appearances that it is normal to see them looking different at their license renewal times. I thought that I would be able to get a break over the summer, like all the other co-eds. Not so. Unbeknownst to me, Mona enrolled me in a full slate of summer classes. She explained that since I had goofed off the first semester, that I now had to catch up if I was actually going to graduate on time. So, the pace did not let up for almost a year and a half. What amazed mw was that I actually became so used to wearing women's clothing that I found that I began to think more and more like a female, and to actually begin to experience many of the same feelings that women have. I cared a great deal about my appearance. And would have been simply mortified to leave the house, even on a Saturday morning, without correct make-up on. The girls of course, loved what was happening to me. They sort of considered me to be their own little success story, even though they could not tell anyone about it. I had become a living little princess doll to them, and they smothered me in their attentions. And all of their attentions were directed at making me more and more and more of a feminine personality. I loved it. I responded well to their manipulations of my psyche. Sometimes it became a bit overwhelming but, as I submitted to it. I became more and more appreciative of their feelings towards me. Mona especially, as she had no inclination to be manly, was very much of a role model for me, and she was always very, very willing to discuss anything with me. She spent many hours with me, as would one girl friend with another. She taught me much about make-up, feminine conduct, mannerisms and she helped to impart to me many of the attitudes that modern attractive young women should have. John made the decision to stay on the west coast. His company had expanded and opened a new department, and asked him to stay on as a departmental supervisor, which he decided was a good move for him to make. I had an open invitation to join him for a week or so, any time that I could. In the meantime, he did write to me about once a month. And once he even included some pictures of his new girlfriend (a girl like me of course) though he kept saying that no one had ever turned his crank the way I did. I was amazed to find myself looking at her pictures with a very critical eye, picking out all the areas where she was not quite as feminine as I was. This attitude of mine floored me, and it really amused and titillated the girls to no end. They told me that it was just a typical green eyed girl's behaviour on my part, that was all. I did not think it was as funny as they thought it was. It made me mad. The summer of my second year, that is the end of the third semester of my living as Miss J. Beverly Price, rolled around. It was beginning to look like I would be able to graduate in about a year and a half. I was doing very well in school. My grades on the exams and labs put me in the top 5% of my classes. Janet, now Terry, was very proud of me, and was constantly rewarding my efforts, mostly by buying me pretty new clothes. I never refused them. I loved her continuous surprises. The more times she rewarded me, the more I found a growing tendency to take it for granted that she, as my intended husband should treat me this way. Terry seemed to somehow like that attitude rising within me. For example, there was once, when she did not buy me a new dress that I indicated that I liked, when one of my designs was chosen as the design of the month, I actually found myself sulking at home a bit. He wanted to know what was wrong. I was too ashamed to bring myself to confessing my feelings. Mona knew exactly what was bothering me, because, when she asked me, I could tell her about it, and she made a point of telling Terry. Fortunately she figured that what Mona had said was true, and she took Mona out and they bought me the dress that I had wanted. It was on my bed for me when I got home from school the next day. I was amazed to discover that I had some latent, previously undiscovered talents, for drawing very pretty and feminine designs for clothing. It was a talent that I never dreamed that I might have had, before I became Beverly. In fact, my Instructors were so impressed with some of my designs, that I was asked to start working on some new original designs as a special project. The college gave a fashion show at the end of the fourth semester for their students to get a chance to show off some of their work, and they wanted some of my dresses to be in it, if I wanted to compete. They told me that such a record on my transcripts would make it much easier for me to get a job after graduation. Half of my bedroom had, by now, become a seamstress's nightmare, with bolts and bolts of beautiful cloth piled all over the place, with sewing machine bobbins in every conceivable comer, and piles and piles of drawings stuffed wherever that there was a bit of space. Terry asked me one day if I wanted to move into a bigger apartment, where I could have one room that we could set aside for my sewing room. That made a lot of sense to me. Mona loved the idea, and she suggested that we move into a four bedroom apartment, so that she could come and live with us. The idea of having sexy Mona living with us also, caused quite an erection to rise in my panties. I just loved the way she dressed, and I loved it when she'd let me wear her dresses. A lot of my designing had been influenced by Mona's innate good fashion taste, which I had somehow been able to incorporate Into my own ways. Sometimes, because she knew it was a real turn on for me, she would even let me wear her lingerie. I told her one night, when we were sitting cross legged in night gowns on the bed, talking about what if felt like for me to become a girl, about how I felt so strangely intimate with her, when I wore her lingerie, after she had worn. After that we got into a habit of her leaving her under wear out on the bed, in case I felt like wearing what she had worn the day before. I of course wanted to reward my very, very good friend, so I designed and made many, many of her dresses for her. We were the same size, which helped a lot. Unlike Terry, she loved to look and dress in a very feminine manner. In that regard, Mona and I shared a kind of friendship that Terry and I did not have. I loved Terry but, I was a lot more like Mona than I was like Terry, so Mona and I just sort of become more and more like girl friends. That did not stop us from having the occasional little sexy fling of course. We considered ourselves to be bisexual girls. But as Terry gradually became more masculine in her appearance and mannerisms. I became identified, more and more with Mona. I liked having sex with the gentle, soft, delicate and pretty Mona, but, for real intimacy, I much preferred the more masculine and aggressive Terry. I did not make many clothes for Terry. What ever I did design for her she wanted to be rather masculine in appearance. So, it was usually pant suits that I designed for her. That summer, after we moved, the girls thought it was time that I start acting more like the rest of the co-eds on campus. They wanted me to get a boy friend. They also wanted me to get a straight boy, one who did not know what I had in my panties. Very reluctantly, I agreed to do what they wanted. I said that I would accept the next invitation I received from a boy. Lots of the d guys at school tried hitting on me, but I had always managed to have gotten out of having dates with them. Now the girls insisted that I had to learn how to live the feminine role as completely as I possibly could, and that would mean allowing myself to be with a boy for long periods of time, in an emotional type of relationship. It meant that I would have to learn how to relate to a boy in the same way a girl learns to relate to boys as she grows up, not just in the girls sexual role, as I had with John. They said I would even have to learn to like him, just like any of the other co-eds on the campus. Terry even insisted that if I was going to learn how to be a wife, that I would have to learn how to deal with all the men who would normally try to hit on attractive married women. She wanted me to pick a boy who would become my boy friend for the next few months. She also wanted me to pick one that I could actually like. She wanted me to experience something that is close to the way a real chicks can feel for a guy. I knew who it would be. There was one guy who kept trying to get a date with me. I had to admit that I did kind of like him too. His persistence always seemed kind of cute to me. He was only two inches taller than I was, but he was almost twice my weight. He was a manufacturing management student. He had short. curly, sandy coloured hair, and light blue eyes, and a rather infectious grin. His name was Gene, short for Eugene. He had always struck me as being a bit on the shy side, and he was most definitely a gentleman. So, I waited for another three weeks, till he asked me once again, if I would like to take n a movie with him. I almost knocked him over, when I told him that I would like that. I could hardly believe that a girl could make a guy so happy, just by agreeing to go out with him. I was amazed to see the power of rejection or acceptance that skirts gave me over males. Once again, I marvelled at how desperately the boys wanted to be accepted by the people who wore the skirts. I gave him my address and told him to pick me up at seven sharp, on Friday night. The girls, needless to say were both very excited about my date. They primped and preened me as though I was trying to capture the heart of a husband or something. I loved all the attention they gave me. I had a lot of fun with Gene on our first date. He did not try to put the make on me or anything, and I really appreciated that. Because of John though, I knew only too well that I loved guys as much as I loved girls too. But, still I was glad that he did not try to rush me. We found that we had almost nothing that was of common interests, yet we seemed to like each other. It guess that it was true, about opposites attracting each other. Our first date went so well that we started to date every Friday night. Gene would also usually call me two or three times during the week. This relationship went on for quite a few months. After the first couple of weeks, when he took me out, he would start to hold my hand. If we went to a movie, he would sometimes put his arm around my shoulder, or if we were walking in the park, he sometimes would place his arm around my waist. I felt like I was being courted, and I loved it. He made me feel like a princess. It was nearly two months before he tried to kiss me though. We had gone to a really funny movie. We had laughed so hard, that both of us had sore sides. Then he had taken me for a pizza pie. Then, as it was only around 11 p.m., we had decided to go for a walk in the park. As had become his custom, he wrapped his arm around my waist, and I naturally moved over to walk closer to him. We wandered along the pond's path. I felt romantic that night. Finally Gene stopped and turned me to look at him. No one was around. He looked into my eyes for a long time. "Beverly, I want to kiss you. What I want to know is, do you want me to kiss you?" I felt so touched by his asking me if it was alright to kiss me. I smiled, because genuinely thought that asking me was just such a sweet thing for him to do, Instead of just assuming that he had some kind of claim on me or something equally macho like that. I smiled at him, and looked at his face. He was not handsome, but I had grown to like what he looked like. I stepped forward, and put my hands on his chest. Gently, I moved them upwards to rest on his shoulder. I could feel his hard on as he stepped close to me and wrapped his strong arms tightly around my waist. I was pleased hat I had been able to make him so hard. He kissed me, very, very gently at first, lingering on my lips. Then, I felt the tip of his tongue begin to explore my lips. I liked the way it was touching me. I opened my lips so that I could receive him, and he slowly pushed it into my mouth. It was like he was afraid that I would not like it or something. He was so afraid of doing something that I would not like, that it really endeared Gene to me. When he had it all the way into my mouth, I began to touch it with my tongue, and I started to suck on it. At the same time, I reached up with my right hand to play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. The reaction was immediate. He drove his hard on into my belly. One of his hands went down and he strongly grasped the left cheek of my bum through my dress. I was almost afraid that the would rip my panties, as I felt the tips of his fingers near my bum crack. The other hand went to the back of my head, and held me so that he could push his tongue into me. I responded by passively receiving him. He made me feel so small and weak in his arms. He could do anything to me that he wanted to, I knew, and I would be completely helpless to stop him. I was safe, only if his intentions towards me were good. I hoped he liked me as much as I liked him. He held me and kissed me like that for a very long time. I knew that my own pantied cock was getting painful sore from being hard for such a long me. I felt sorry for Gene. I hoped that I was not giving him a bad case of lover's nuts. Finally, he broke away and stepped back from me. He looked at me with sheer lust in his pretty eyes, and his nether region agony was written on his face. "Beverly. you are driving me nuts with passion for you. I think you are the foxiest chick on the entire campus. I even dream about you at night. You probably know how hard you make me all the time. I've got to have some relief..." "What do you want me to do for you, Gene?" I said it quietly, and in a demure, sort of virginal innocent voice. I knew what he wanted me to do. I also knew that what I wanted to do, more than anything else at that moment, was to go down on my knees and gobble his cock up for him. I wanted to suck it so bad, I could almost taste it. I could rot believe that I really wanted to suck a cock. I mean, I really, really wanted to suck it, and make it cum for him. I wanted to do everything a real girl would do for Gene, because I liked him so much I felt like a girl feels for a guy she likes. I wanted to know how big he was. I was so flattered that I could make him so distraught, all because I was his girl. Wow, I had gotten far more feminine in the way I thought than I would have ever guessed could have happened. I was amused. 1 liked Gene, and I wanted to please him. I wanted to do something really nice for him. I also wanted to be womanly for him. I wanted to feel that man cock on my lips. I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth. "I... uh... I'm kind of ashamed to ask you, you being such a lady and all as you are... But you drive me nuts. You drive me crazy, and... I am so hot for you Beverly." I stepped close to him, and I tried to speak in a soft husky voice. I reached out and placed my left hand squarely on the front of his pants. I rubbed it gently. He nearly swooned. I could feel his knees buckle a bit. "What do you want me to do, big boy? You want me to suck this big thing for you? You want me to give you a blow job, Gene?" He turned bright red. I could see him turn red, even in the very dim lighting of the park's lights. He was flustered. I laughed inside, enjoying the power that a woman had to turn a man into a blubbering little boy. He squeaked out a weak, "Yeah... yeah... That's what I want." I looked around. No one else was in the park at this hour. We were near a clump of bushes, so we could see anyone coming near us, long before they could see us. I made the decision. I wanted to do for him, only what he would allow real girls to do to him. Gene had no idea that under my flowing pink skirt, that I had the same equipment that he had. He was turned on by me, by my femininity. I was so proud of my girlishness at that moment. I wanted to do it for him, as his girl. I raised my hand and started to undo his belt. I lowered his zipper, very slowly, teasingly, and also being careful that I did not break a nail on his zipper. I undid the button, then I reached over to his sides with both of my hands, and pushed at his pants till they fell down his legs, to his feet. His cock pushed obscenely out against the white Jockey shorts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, and worked it down over his hips. It fell on top of his pants. Then I stepped back a bit, so that I could look at his cock. I really liked it. It was short and not really fat. It was circumcised. I reached out and grasped it with both of my hands. "You have a very nice cock, Gene. I... I really like it." He almost died when I touched him and said those words. I could tell that he had not ever had a girl touch him there before. "No girl has ever touched your cock before, has she, Gene?" "No..." He was close to having a fit. His breathing was wild. He kept jerking it in my hands. I figured that I had better start sucking it or he was going to cum all over my skirt, and make a real mess. I smiled at him, and watched his eyes, as I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I was still looking up at him as I moved my head forward, till I felt his cock on my lips. I began to kiss the head of it, as I let my fingers roam all over it. It seemed like such a very long time since I had last had a cock in my mouth, and I was anxious to taste and feel Gene in me. I loved the feeling of kneeling there, looking up at his face. I was in a completely inferior and submissive role to him. I knew that I was making him feel himself to be an man to. It seemed to be just so strange to me, that a man, in pretty clothes, doing what real girls do, could make a man feel so manly about himself. I opened my mouth and touched his pee hole with my tongue. He almost came when I did that. He was so close to cumming that I knew that I was not going to be able to suck him for very long. That was too bad. It had been a long time since I had sucked a cock, and I wanted to suck one. I wanted to suck a cock for a long, long time. I hoped he would not cum too quickly for me. I figured, that at least, I was going to take from him what he would only give to girls. I knew from all the things he had said to me in the past, that he really hated fairies, like me. I knew that if he ever found out that I was really a fairy, with the same plumbing as he had, really a guy though I wore pretty dresses all the time, that he just might want to kill me. I opened my mouth wider and pushed forward. I could feel the circumcised head pass through my lips and the bulbous head as it popped into my mouth. His shaft was very dry and did not slide into my mouth very easily. I licked the underside of the head and slowly moved back and forth, wetting his shaft as I did so, taking another inch into me, every time I moved my head forward. I loved the feel of the shaft as it caressed my sensitive lips, as I moved it into and out of my mouth. I loved sucking his cock for him, when he thought I was a real girl. I loved being the girl that he thought that I was. I reached up and started to play with the hairy balls as I sucked his cock for him. I felt so utterly girlish, and it was so exciting that I dared not to reach down and touch the front of my skirt though, for fear that Gene might see me doing it. When I moved forward far enough that my nose was touching his belly, I started to lick the underside of his cock, and I locked my lips tightly around him, then very slowly, I drew my head back. That was what did it. Gene moaned and sank to his knees, then onto his back. I hung on to him as he was lowering himself, not letting him out of my mouth. He started to spasm and jerk upwards, filling my mouth with his creamy cum. It was so thick and so hot. It was salty. I let his cum fill my mouth, and rolled it around on my tongue, as I licked his cock, and continued to move my head up and down, a little more quickly. I sucked his cock as though it might be the last cock I ever got a chance to suck. At last he started to go soft in my mouth. I let go of him, and sat up. I licked his cum off my lips. He stared at me, and I let him see me swallow his load. "You like doing that, Beverly?" He was incredulous I wanted to shock him a bit. I smiled sweetly. "Oh, man, your cum was delicious. I loved eating it. Yeah, as for your question, I do like sucking cocks. No that is not quite true. I love to suck cocks, but only if I really, really like a guy." "Do you... Do you fuck too?" He was so embarrassed by his question. "Well, I like to take it in my bum. I do not want to get pregnant you know. I am training for a career in dress design and I can not work full time at my career and be a mother too. So I will only take it in my bum. But, I would only let you do that to me, if you were to promise me that you would never try to touch my cunt. I am what the adult contact magazines call French active and Greek passive. I like getting bum fucked, and I love sucking a guy's hard on. But, like I said, I really have to like the guy first, and I do not want him touching my cunt, under any circumstances for any reason." "Hey, that's no problem for me. I'd make that promise to you. And, I can understand why you don't want to get pregnant. Hey, the last thing I would ever want right now, is to find out that I was going to be a daddy? I've got my whole life ahead of me yet, and I have not even started my career. I need a baby like I need another hole in the head. Just like you said..." That was, simply put, just about basically, all about how I got to have my boy friend. I went with Gene till I graduated. Yes, I did let him fuck me. In fact, he fucked me a lot. I really began to like getting it that way too. I would let him open my blouse, and undo my bra, so that he could suck on my breasts. He loved my 36C breasts. How much I enjoyed what he did to my breasts is a new whole story in itself, It was that fantastic. Suffice it to say, that I graduated on the high honour role, the dean's list. Gene had to stay at college as he had one more semester to finish up. Terry and I graduated at the same time. By the time she graduated, she had become very butchy. She is more like a guy than some guys are like guys. As for me, I love it. We have no arguments about who wears the pants in our family, believe me. Terry does. I loved her as a girl, I adore her as a guy. The day we graduated, Terry made me go into her room, and remove all of her feminine clothes from the closets and drawers. She did not want them any more, and she wanted me to put them all into my own room. I willingly obliged her. I love being the lady of the house. From that day on, she was the man of the house, and I became her full time lady. The week after we graduated, we moved to a city near her home town. We applied for a marriage license and had our blood tests done. Once everything was finalised. We signed the contract that you read in the preamble of this novelette. Then, we went to a justice of the peace, and we got married. I did not wear a long wedding gown, as it was not a formal wedding. I did wear a beautiful, white, two piece Irish linen blazer and skirt suit though, with a red silk blouse and a white silk tie. Under it, I wore rose coloured lingerie, and a red tightly laced corset. Terry, my new husband, went wild over me when he saw what I had on, when we got to the hotel's bridal suite. He nearly ripped my clothes off me. He had gotten a big two ended dildo from some place. It looked like it might have been made for lesbians. He worked one end up inside of himself and secured it with a harness around his hips. He worked the other end up inside of me. He made me lie on my back too, when he fucked me, which made me feel just that much more of a woman. I loved it because it would not go soft like Gene's would. He fucked me till he had multiple orgasms. He often said that this was the only thing that he liked about still having a woman's sex organs. That first night, when I had become legally and officially his wife, and he'd become my husband, he fucked me three times, bringing me to a wild orgasm each time. I knew that I was going to be happy for a long me, as his wife The next week, we presented ourselves to my lawyers. Terry had spent the week preparing me to meet the lawyers, and advising me of what was expected of me. I knew what each one looked like, who all their family members were, and what they liked to eat. I had supposedly grown up with them, after all. I was finally ready by the end of the week. I was scared, but I was ready. Legally, I was a married lady by the name of Mrs. J. Beverly Johnson. Terry had become so successful at his masquerading as a man, that no one in their right mind would ever have guessed that it was he who should be in the panties and dress that I was wearing, and not me. After half an hour of pouring over the various documents, they were satisfied that I was indeed the Mrs. J. Beverly Johnson, nee Price. I nearly chuckled that these august men, who had supposedly known me all of my life, never once questioned if I was a woman. They had me sign many, many documents, which released the balances of the trust funds from the estate's executors, and ceded the ownership of them over to me, and thence to my husband. He had taken the courses in college to know exactly what to do with the all money. As far as I was concerned, it was never mine and I did not care about it. All I knew was that I could be very happy as Mrs. Terry Johnson, and that I could live in silks, satins and feminine dresses for the rest of my life. I was legally a woman now, so I could live like one. I now, at long last, had a legal right to dress the way I chose to be dressed. EPILOGUE Terry was overjoyed to have finally beat the system. He had become, though he could never tell anyone about it, the first woman in this state to inherit her family's fortune. He celebrated by taking me to Maui for an extended honeymoon. First we went to the Pacific Beach hotel in Honolulu. It was absolutely fabulous with a three story aquarium that the dining room tables were beside. The night we got there, we went for in our supper in the hotel dining room and a skin diver was in the tank, feeding the fish. I got a real serious burn the next day, because I had not put on enough sun screen. We loved the International Market and she bought he bought me pounds and pounds of coral Jewellery. Right now, we are at the Maui Hyatt Regency hotel, and I am finishing the writing of this story for you. The trade winds are blowing and the air is full of that peculiar scent of the islands that comes from a combination of the trade winds, the lava soil and the flowers. The doors to the lanai are open and I can hear the surf beating on the sandy beach. Our lanai overlooks the tennis courts and I can hear the girls giggling as they try to beat their men on the courts. From our lanai, we can also see the setting sun, as it goes into the sea between two not too distant islands. It is warm, so I am in a bikini. In half an hour, I will go down and swim into the grotto bar, where I will meet my lover husband. He is taking me to the Swan room for supper, where we have a table reserved beside the pool, right across from the waterfall. It is the table that the birds seem to like to land on when there are diners at it. I glance over at the bed. The maid has come already, and she has laid chocolate mints and flowers on the pillow shams. with a little card describing some aspect of the island folk lore. I went over and took one of the flowers, and stuck it in my hair, over my left ear, so that I will look just a little more like an island girl. Speaking of the island girls, I can not believe the complexions these island girls have. I have just got to find out what makes their skin so beautiful. I told Terry that this was the day that I would finish this novelette, and I need to celebrate my accomplishment. He told me that we could do whatever I wanted to do to celebrate. I told him that all I wanted was for him to love me and to make love to me till he loved my little panties right off of me. He said he would think about it. Tee hee hee. Then he kissed me and he promised to see what he could do to accommodate me. My measurements are now 37"-26"-36 1/2", so, I am a very nice little package. Terry tells me that for him, I am the perfect little woman. I am inclined to agree. We have talked a lot about whether I should go all the way, and we both agreed that I will keep my penis. Terry had me also agree that it was all right with me if he sought out surgery to flatten his chest and to give him a real cock. I have agreed to that. I think it is normal for us to go that route now. When our honeymoon is over, one of the things that he Is going to do, is to go to Los Angeles where he wants to open an exclusive dress shop for me. In it we will only sell my designs. He thinks that I have a better idea of what is really feminine than do most women and, he thinks we can make a lot of money from my talents as well. I can hardly wait. Well, dear gentle reader, Bye bye End but not over... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |