"Robert? I still can not believe that I ever let you talk me into doing this. I
don't know what ever possessed you to think that I would go along with it in the
first place, but I guess you were right. Here I am. Promise that you will not
laugh at me? It's your fault after all?"

With that, I stepped from my still hidden from his view position of being in the
hall way that led from the bed rooms to the living room. I felt foolish. I felt
giddy. I never would admit it to anyone else, but I also felt more excited than I
had ever felt in my life.

While I had been dressing, I had so many new emotions and sensations to contend
with, that I had taken my time, and I had spent some time in serious thought. I
was pretty sure that this was going to be something that Robert was going to want
me to do again. I was also pretty sure that this was something that I was going
to want to do again.

I was seventeen years old, still living at home, and a college student. As for
appearance, I was a skinny nerdy type, you know the stereotype I am sure, the guy
with all the brains and none of the brawn? Well, except for the coke bottle
glasses and the face covered in acne, I fit the bill.

I had never been good at sports. I had never had an interest in sports, not after
the first few humiliating times of enduring the derision while sides were picked
for team sports. Invariably, I was always the last to be picked, even after the
girls. Hence, I compensated with exercising my mind. Fortunately, I have a good
mind to work with.

Robert was my best friend. He was the opposite to me in many ways. He was popular
with girls, he was athletic and able to play just about any kind of sport that he
set his mind to. The only reason why I even hung around with him was because we
lived beside each other. But, over the years, he had sort of adopted the role of
bigger brother to me, taking care of me, fighting for me when some bully wanted
to rant on me, you know all that kind of stuff?

In all the years that we had known each other though, he'd never done anything
like this before. I had no idea of where he had gotten the idea from, and I had
to admit that it was really kinky. I liked it. I wondered why I had never thought
about doing it before.

When I had been standing in the bed room, admiring my creation in the floor to
ceiling mirror, I was overcome with a number of realisations. The most wonderful,
and freeing one, was that I really looked like a girl. I had never thought of
myself as looking like a girl before, but in Sandra's clothes, Sandra is Robert's
sister, I really did look like a real girl.

Another realisation was that I had a sense of peace within myself, and a sense of
wholeness that I had never had before. I had never known that I lacked these
feelings, not till I saw myself for the first time wearing girl's clothes.

Two

It took me more courage than I had known that I had, to step out from around the
arch way, and to let Robert see me dressed up as a girl.

He had manipulated me in this fashion. As per usual, because finals were coming
up, I had agreed to go over to his house and help out with his studying, to make
sure that he did not fail any classes. He was not stupid by any means, but he
lacked self discipline, and he tended to rely on me to get him through the
academic requirements of his life. I was happy to do it, as we were best friends
after all, even if we did not hang out together.

He told me flat out, that he wanted me to try an experiment for him. I asked him
what it was. He told me that he had stayed at home that morning, rather than go
to classes. He said that he had watched the Jerry Springer show. We both knew
that Springer was famous for getting some real winners on there. Curious, I asked
what it was about today.

Robert smiled at me.

"There was this really cute chick on there. She was about eighteen, and really
cute. She had long strawberry coloured hair, a pink satin blouse, a short white
mini skirt, and white high heeled boots. I mean, she was a hot looking chick."

"So, how come she was on Springer, if she was so hot?"

"She wasn't a real chick...."

He smiled at me and waited for that to sink in. "What do you mean, she wasn't a
real chick?"

"She was a guy. She said that one morning, when she was seventeen, she woke up
and told her mother that from that day on, she only wanted to wear girl's
clothes, and be a girl. Her mother said it was okay, and her mother went out and
spent a small fortune buying her girl's clothes. She has not worn any guy's
clothes for almost three years."

"You're shittin' me. No guy does that... Do they?"

"Not only that, but Springer had on a guy that she had met at a bar. He was
floored to find out that she was not a real girl. He looked at Springer, and
complained that she had acted like any other girl he had ever dated. He said she
loved to slow dance with him, and rub herself against him, the way other girls
did. He said that she had even gone down on him one night, when she'd gotten him
really hot."

"No funcking way???"

"I kid you not. Springer asked her if she had gone down on him, and she smiled
and just said that other girls did it, so she figured that she should to, if she
really wanted to be a girl."

"Wow!!! Man, this is to much... So? Why are you telling me all of this?"

"So, I was thinking, and I decided that you would look really fantastic as a
chick to."

"No way... No... No... No... I am not a chick...?"

"Well okay. Say, what time do you have to get home tonight?"

"No one will be home till pretty late. Why?"

Then he stood up, smiled at me, told me to wait right where I was, and went out
of the bed room. I waited, thinking that he probably had to go for a leak or
something. When he came back, he had three beer bottles in his hands. He sipped
at one, handed me one, and the other one, he poured over my shoulders, and down
over my lap, soaking me, and making me smell like a brewery.

"What in hell? Why'd you do that, Robert?"

"Simple enough... If you go home smelling like that, you are going to stink up
the whole house. If you do stink up your house with that smell, your mother will
kill you, right?"

"You got that right..."

"So, that means that you have got to change clothes, and wash those ones before
you go home, or you are as good as dead. We do not have clothes that will fit a
boy your size, but I am willing to bet that you and Sandra are the same sizes."

"You... You did all of this, so that you could make me wear your sister's
clothes?'

"Uhhh, basically? Yes."

"You shit Robert... You shit..."

"So, if you do not take those clothes off, and wash them, you can not go home..."

"Okay you shit. I'll put on some of her clothes, if it is going to stop you, you
maniac."

"You can not just wear anything of hers. If you do that, she will know that some
one has been going through her clothes. What I did is that I took out the clothes
that she wore yesterday, and lay them out on her bed for you. You can put those
on, and she won't know about it, because we can just drop them into the hamper
afterwards."

"You're a real shit, you know that Robert?"

"Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... I'm a shit. Now, are you going to go and get all dolled
up for me? If you do not, I will not allow you to wash your clothes before going
home."

"You are a class A fuck, you know that?"

"Yeah... So, what are you going to do, eh?"

"I don't have any choice, do I?"

"Not really."

"Okay, I will go and put on your sister's clothes for you. The least that you can
do is to dump this stuff into the washing machine for me, okay?"

"Take 'em off, and get to it, honey..."

He knew more than anyone that calling me honey, like I was a girl would drive me
crazy. It was a totally fruitless and frustrating anger though, because what
could I do about it? I glared at him as I removed the clothes. In a moment, I was
naked. He smiled, and he picked up my clothes.

I went down the hall way to Sandra's room.

I opened the door to her bed room. I had been in this room many times in the
past, but this was the first time that I had been in here nude, and I was
overwhelmed with a sense of my own weakness and vulnerability. I was also over
taken with a feeling of being in the midst of femininity. Sandra was a beautiful
girl, there was not doubt about that. She had guys coming out of her ears, but
she was a very feminine girl to. I noted that there was a loose pile of clothing
on the bed.

Now, I was in her room, in her feminine place, about to put on her feminine
clothing. Nervous as a new born kitten, I walked across the room, and went into
her shower. I had to get rid of the beer smell.

I washed, using the girl's soaps and shampoos, using the same sponge towel that
she herself had used to wash and dry her intimate girl parts with. I felt
strangely connected to her in some strange way, because I was doing the same
things that she would have done in her shower.

Doing and using the beautiful girl's intimate things really turned my crank. I
did not know why, but being so close to such femininity was really turning me on.
It was not like wanting to make it with a beautiful girl, a feeling that I knew
only too well.

It was a feeling of somehow being like her, of doing the same things that she did
with these things, in this place. This was where she took care of her girl hood,
and I was doing the same things as she would do, minus of course, stroking my
erection. But I was sure that she fingered herself when she was here to. Geeze,
if I was lucky enough to look like Sandra did, I would not be able to stop
fingering myself, I was pretty sure.

Three

I saw the pink powder puff on the back of the toilet. I hesitated for a moment,
then decided that since I might never get the chance to do this kind of thing
again, I picked up the soft pink fluff, and applied the delicate scented talc
that she used on herself. It was such a delicate and dainty scent, very faint,
just a hint, but oh so feminine. I felt a rush of what I can only think of as
femininity flush through me, as I felt the soft puff on my skin.

For the first time, I noted that I had almost no body hair. My legs and chest and
arms, were almost as hairless as any girl's. I flushed with embarrassment. We, as
guys had talked about such stuff, but for some reason, I had never really
connected my lack of body hair with lack of masculinity, but all of a sudden, I
knew how feminine I must look like, to some one like Robert who was covered in
black hair.

It was no wonder that he had thought of me dressing up as a girl, if he was aware
of such things about me.

Once I was dry, I made my way back into Sandra's room. I felt as though I were
being taken over by the utter femininity of the room. I looked around, noting the
dolls all over the place, the pinkness, the frilliness of everything. And, to my
surprise, I admired the environment, and realised that Sandra was a very lucky
girl to be able to live in a room like this.

What surprised me the most though, was that I knew that I could be happy if I had
to live in such a feminine room.

I walked over to the bed to see what Robert had selected for me to wear. I lifted
one article at a time, and I blushed as I thought about Robert handling these
clothes, for the sole purpose of getting them ready for me to wear, for him.

To start with, there was a very frilly and lacy pink garter belt. I'd heard girls
talking about how panties should go on last, so that they could get them off
without undressing, and so I picked up the delicate little garter belt and
wrapped it around my waist. I reached behind me and did up the three eye and
hooks. The garters tickled my legs, as the dangled down.

I noted that there was also a pair of nylons there to. I had never put on nylons
before, but I knew enough to know that they were very delicate, and they would
rip very easily if I was not careful. I'd watched movies, so I knew how ladies
got them all bunched up and then slowly and carefully pulled them up their legs.
I did the same, marvelling at how wonderfully sensuous the nylon material was on
my skin. It was no wonder that girls went through all the trouble of wearing
nylons. They felt fabulous. For the first time in my life, I seriously began to
envy girls for being able and expected to wear things like this all the time.

Once my nylons were on, I picked up the delicate pair of silk panties. I had
noted already that all of the things, the bra, panties, garter belt, slip and
camisole all matched in design and colour. I could smell the faint smell of
Sandra on them, and I felt a thrill of intimacy with her.

I leaned over, slipped my feet through the lace trimmed leg holes, and slowly
began to raise up my very first pair of panties, up over the sensuous nylons, and
on up to my hips. They were so delicate, so soft and felt as though there was
almost nothing to them. I let go the panty waist, and I marvelled at how nice it
felt to be getting into Sandra's pants, albeit literally. It was delightful, and
I knew for the first time, that I might never want to stop wearing girl's clothes
from now on. The sensations were just too delightful to ever give them up.

I rubbed my hands over my pantied bum, and I was delighted with the feel. I knew
that the crotch of these panties had nestled against a pretty vagina all day long
the day before, and now they were just as intimately close to me. I wished for a
moment, that it was my right to wear panties like this, and have them nestled
against my own vagina.

I slipped the lacy shoulder straps of the bra up over my arms, and I reached
behind my to do up the two eye and hooks. The cups were trimmed in a frothy
delicate lace that lay gently across my chest. I felt completely effeminated.

I had fought all my life, as does any normal guy, any kind of suggestion of
effeminacy, but now, looking down at the lace bra cups on my chest, I felt
completely effeminated, and I was astounded to know that it felt really nice to
me. It was not the horror that I had always thought that it was to the gay boys
at school.

I flushed with my shame, as I realised that I was just like them now. I wondered
if I too would start to swish around school with a limp wrist and swishy walk, as
though I were trying to make the boys like me, as though I were in competition
with the real girls. I did not want to be like that. But I was certain that those
boys did just what I was doing now, namely dressing themselves up in pretty girl
clothes.

I shrugged off the feeling that I was a fairy. I knew that I was now, because
guys were not supposed to like the feel of wearing such delicate feminine
clothes, and I did like it. Hell, I loved the way the clothes made me feel. I
felt girlish, and it was a wonderful feeling to me.

I stepped into the half slip, and pulled it up to cover my panties. I nearly
swooned at how nice the material felt, rustling against my nyloned thighs. This
was wonderful. I loved it. I raised up the camisole, to lower it down over my
head. As I held it up there, I looked up into it. This was a sight that only
Sandra had seen before. This was a part of girlishness that I was sharing with
the beautiful girl.

I let the delicate garment begin to slide down my arms. As it did so, I had a
strange feeling. It was a very delightful feeling, but also very strange, not to
mention, very strong in it's intensity. I felt as though girlhood were somehow
coming down and enveloping me, as the delicate garment lowered to settle by it's
lacy straps on my shoulders.

Did I want girlhood?

I knew that no matter how they would tease me, if they ever found out, that I did
want it. I knew now why the gay boys put up with the derision they endured. True,
the probably could not act like real guys, but the emotions caused by my newly
discovered effeminacy were wonderful and strong. This would not be the last day
that I would wear girl's clothes, I knew.

I raised the blouse up. It was a light yellow colour. It was long sleeved, and
made of a silky material. It buttoned up, like a guy's shirt, but the collar was
decorated with delicate coloured embroidery. I buttoned the unaccustomed buttons
up, and did up the cuffs. The soft silk caressed my arms and shoulders. I was
wearing a girl's blouse.

I picked up the remaining item. It was a black and white plaid skirt, a short
skirt. The back and sides were covered in tiny pleats. The front was a flat
panel. It wrapped around my waist, and buttoned up on the side. Near the top were
two little black leather belts, only about four inches long. I remembered seeing
Sandra wearing this outfit a number of times. She had always looked so sharp in
it. I was acutely aware that the outfit that she looked so sharp in, fit me
perfectly, just like it fit her.

There were a pair of dark brown high heeled shoes on the floor. I assumed that I
was to wear these as well. I slipped my nyloned feet into them. I loved the way
the high instep pushed up against my arches. I'd heard horror stories about how
difficult it was for girls to learn how to walk in heels. I knew that I would
break my neck if I was not very careful.

I stood up, and I was amazed to find that I had not difficulty keeping my
balance. I took a few careful steps. I found that if I kept my hands up to my
waist, in the classical limp wristed fashion, that I was able to keep my balance.
I also found that if I took tiny steps, and coped with the way my high heels made
my hips sway, that I could walk just as good as any other girl.

"Any Other Girl?" Geeze, was I starting to really think of myself as being one of
the girls, now?

I made my way over to the vanity desk. I sat, remembering to smooth my skirt out
under me. I knew that Sandra, wearing the same clothes, had sat in the same
place, to do the same things that I was contemplating doing right now. I was
really turning into a fairy, I knew, but it felt so wonderfully freeing to act
like a girl. I loved the way I felt.

I played for half an hour with some makeup, not very convincingly, but I managed
to get on some eye shadow, to highlight my brows, get on some blusher and lip
stick. I even experiment with some stick on nails of the same colour as my lip
stick. I did not have the faintest idea of what to do with my hair, so I pulled
it back tightly, and brushed it up and into a pony tail that was high on the back
of my head, in the same style that I had always admired on pretty girls.

I spent a few more minutes putting on some rings, earrings, a neck lace and some
bracelets. I also reached down and secured a delicate silver bracelet around my
right ankle. I knew that a left ankle meant you were going with someone, and a
right ankle meant that you liked for boys to tell you what to do, but it was the
way that I was feeling.

I felt completely a girl for the first time in my life.

I rose and went back to the mirror. I looked every inch a girl. I tried a few
feminine poses and facial expressions, and I was delighted. I knew that I would
never win a beauty contest, but I would not be thrown out of bed for eating
crackers either, I was pretty sure. As I looked at my girlified reflection, as
very strange awareness came over me.

I was a girl now.

I felt like a girl. I could act like a girl. I looked like a girl. I felt like I
had a girl personality inside of me, and as I looked at the reflection, she rose
to the top of my psyche, and she announced to me that she was now present in my
life. I knew that I would never again know what it was like to live, feeling like
a boy. I also knew that I wanted to know what it was like to live, feeling like a
girl. I loved this new girl personality that was making herself known to me, and
I hoped that she would really enjoy taking over my life, for I was sure that she
would do that.

Feeling like a girl? Did that mean that I could also feel like a girl, when it
came to guys? I shivered as the thought made itself known to me. I had never
dreamed of anything like that. Now, dressed as a girl, the whole idea of kissing
a boy was no longer repulsive to me.

I wondered now, if I would like it as much as any other girl likes to have a guy
kiss her. I wondered if that was why Robert had made me dress up in his sister's
clothes? Did he want to kiss me? Did he want me to kiss him back, just like any
other girl? What about..? I knew that one of the things that Robert always got
off on, was how girls seemed to like to suck him... Did he want me to do that to?
How would I feel about it? Could I stop him? No... I would not be able to stop
him. But, what was really scary to me as I stood there and admired the girl I had
become, I worried that I might like doing it.

I spritzed on a bit of the lovely scented perfume that I found on the vanity. I
felt so dreamy. I felt kind of feminine, and it was really nice to me. I checked
the clock on the bedside table, and with a start, I realised that I had been in
Sandra's room for well over an hour and a half. Robert must be wondering if I had
died or something?

Not knowing what else I could do, I turned towards the door, and with a will of
iron, forced myself to turn the door knob, and to step out into the hall way. The
hollow delicate click of my heels on the hard wood floor, so completely a
feminine sound that was now associated with me, announced my coming long before I
got to the archway that would lead into the room where I knew that Robert would
be waiting for me.

Four

At last, I had arrived at the doorway. I felt so very weak, so vulnerable, so
effeminated. The thing that really amazed me though, was how much liked those
feelings. This was an entirely new reality for me. I liked feeling weak, and I
liked feeling dainty and vulnerable. I also liked thinking that I looked pretty
to. I knew that looking pretty was something that only girls were supposed to
like to feel, but I liked the way that it felt. It made me feel ever so feminine,
and I loved it.

I just hoped that Robert would think that I looked dainty, and pretty to. I did
not know what I was going to do, if he did think so, but I knew that I wanted him
to think of me as though I had somehow magically really become a girl. What would
I ever do if he started laughing at me for the way that I looked? Fear and doubt
assailed my mind. I wanted to flee, but where could I go, and what could I wear
to go there?

I stepped out from behind the archway wall, and took two tiny, somewhat swishy
steps into the living room. I wanted to die from my embarrassment, as I felt
rather than saw my best friend's eyes on me for the first time, while I was
dressed up as a girl.

My fears, I soon learned, were utterly groundless. His eyes went from the top of
my head, to the high heeled shod toes, and back up again, stopping to examine my
half bared nyloned thighs, then on up to the small waist line, on up to rest for
a few moments at my bust line, then back up to my eyes.

When his eyes connected with mine again, I saw something that I had never seen
before, at least not when it was directed at me. I saw lust, the lust from a
hormone driven young buck, for an attractive young girl. I shivered as I felt the
strength of his lust for me. I also shivered because it made me feel that much
smaller and weaker and that much more vulnerable. It also made me feel very sexy
to be lusted after, as a girl.

I decided to try and lighten the moment. I decided that the best way to do that,
might be to try and throw myself into the assumed role that I was to play, only
to do it really good, as though it was really all some kind of joke or something,
and that Robert had not been looking at me in the way that he had been looking at
me.

I raised my wrists to my hips, made them limp, and with a delicate and
surprisingly graceful gesture, I curtsied then turned around, so that he could
see the whole new me. I felt his eyes on my slim shoulders, and on my rounded
bum. I liked the way that it felt.

When I had finished my feminine introduction, I swished over to an easy chair,
and sat in a lady like manner, remembering to smooth my skirt out under me as I
sat down.

"Well Robert, how do you like the new girl that you have created?"

He blushed a bit, and cleared his throat. "You are one very hot lookin' fox."

I was taken by surpass. "I... I am? How..? I can't be, Robert. I am a guy..."

"No... Not any more. Guys don't look that good or act that good. You are a real
girl, as far as I am concerned. I will never be able to look at you again,
without remembering how pretty and feminine you are right now. No, I do not think
that, in my eyes, that you will ever again be a real guy. You will always be a
girl to me.

"You... You can't mean this. This was all your idea you remember? I did not start
this. Robert?"

"I can't call you by a boy's name, not when you look like that. I saw a chick on
the news last night, a really cute chick, and her name was Debi. I am going to
call you Debi from now on."

"I'm not Debi, Robert. I am the guy that you grew up next door to, remember? I am
the guy who helps you with your home work every day, remember?"

"Debi, tonight you are not a boy. You are a hot lookin' chick, and you really
turn my crank for me. You are a hell of a lot better lookin' than the chick that
was on the Springer show. Yeah... You are one very fine lookin' fox, young lady.
Now, go and get me a fresh beer."

I was shocked. When he told me to go and get him a fresh beer, I was very aware
that a new line had been crossed in our friendship. If we were at my house, he
might ask me to go and get him a beer. At his house, he always went to get the
beer. Now that in his mind I had become Debi, I was a girl, and girls served
guys, and hence, I was told to go and get his beer for him.

Not knowing what else to do, and not wanting to have a fight with him that I
could never win, especially in high heeled shoes, I sighed submissively, and went
to the kitchen to get us two beers. Then I surprised myself even more. For the
first time in my life, I did not want to drink a beer from the can, Before I was
even really aware of what I was doing, I found myself pouring my beer into a
glass.

I took the beers into the living room. As I walked, Robert's eyes watched the
swaying of my hips. I had no choice about that. These high heels made me walk in
such a girlish manner. I felt as though I were being appraised, sort of like a
piece of meat in a butcher shop, but I kind of liked it in a way, though I knew
that it was very demeaning. Hey, maybe that was what I liked about it? This would
take some thinking on.

I handed him his beer, and I turned to go back to the easy chair that I had been
sitting in earlier. I felt the heat of his hand as it gently caressed the
roundness of my bum cheek. Robert had never touched me like that before. Hell, no
one had ever touched me like that before. I did not know whether I should be mad,
or what.

"Hey Debi, why don't you be just a bit more friendly, and sit over here on the
couch with me?"

I thought about it for a moment. I really did not have a good reason not to sit
on the couch, and so I went around the coffee table, and sat on the couch, at the
far end. This left a space of about three feet between us. I was very acutely
aware of his masculine presence there though, as we sat and watched some
television together.

Fifteen minutes later, he asked me to go and get him another beer. Submissively,
not really understanding why I was doing it, I went to get it for him.

When I came back, and I handed his beer to him, he took my hand, and held it
gently. I wished that I had just pulled my hand away, but for some reason, I
liked the way his skin felt on my hand. I let him hold it for a while, as I
searched his eyes for some kind of understanding.

"Debi, I want you to sit on the couch again, but this time, I want for you to sit
right here." The index finger of his other hand indicated his lap.

"I... I can't... I am no queer, Robert. This would not be right..?" I knew that I
was sounding like a whiny little girl, but I could not stop myself. All the while
that I was protesting, I was wanting to do it. My desires shamed me and they made
me blush.

Robert gently tugged on the hand that he was holding. It was a gentle tug, but on
my high heels, it was just enough of a tug to pull me off balance. I fell. I fell
towards him. I gasped as I fell.

Robert grinned, and he caught me. He caught me by tightly grasping my waist. As
he did so, he sort of lifted me and turned me, so that by the time I came to
rest, my bum was firmly planted on his lap. Many emotions racked through me, as I
realised where I was, and how completely feminine my role was. He gently placed a
hand on my shoulder, and pulled me back, so that I was laying on his chest. I had
never felt so completely turned on in my life. I felt like I was a real girl.

His arms came around my waist, his hands twining their fingers together, over my
tummy. I could not get away. I did not want to get away. He made me want to feel
like a girl, and be treated like I really was a girl. These feelings were so
foreign to me, and yet in some strange way, they felt normal to me to.

I moved my bum a little bit, to try and get just a wee bit more comfortable. That
was when I could even feel his hard  on. I knew that it was a hard on for me, as
a girl, and I felt flattered that I could make my friend react like this, and I
had doe nothing to try and make him react like this, except to act like a girl
for him. A slight gasp escaped from my lips when I found that I was sitting on
his hard on.

Robert chuckled, as I felt his lips begin to nibble on my neck. "You like that
don't you Debi. I knew that you would. I knew that there was a lot more of a girl
in you than you ever had the guts to admit to yourself. I knew it."

I did not know what was happening. As though I had become a different person, for
the first time in my entire life, I was giving up the control of my emotions.
They were too strong for me to resist. Not only that, but they were to nice for
me to want to resist.

I found myself relaxing back against his hard chest. I could feel his heart
beating. I lay my head to one side, to let him have freer access to kissing my
neck. I felt so feminine, and I loved what he was doing to me. I felt as thought
this was the way that I naturally should be treated. I folded my hands together
on top of his, and he knew that I was just accepting my new role with him. I was
accepting my girl hood for him.

He knew that he had me, and he knew that I was now going to do whatever he wanted
me to do.

I knew it too.

Robert continued to kiss me like that for a very long time. I did not object when
one of his hands went up to gently cup my pseudo breasts. It felt very natural to
me to accept being touched in this way. I wished that I had real breasts, because
his fingers were so strong, and I wanted to feel them, even though I was pretty
sure that his grasping might even hurt a real breast, a bit. He was not aware of
how strong he really was.

After a few more minutes, his other hand slowly caressed down across my skirted
thigh, and I felt the heat of his fingers on my nyloned knees. He ever so
maddeningly slowly, worked his hand up under my skirt, driving me insane with
desire to be released. My cock was throbbing harder than it ever had, and I cold
feel it gently held by my girl's panties.

When his hand got to the front of my panties, I nearly screamed, it felt so
wonderful to be held by a real boy in this way. He made me feel so small and so
delicate. I felt like each one of his fingers was bigger than my entire cockette
and that he could break it off, if he wanted to do that to me.

Then his fingers went down into the crotch of my panties, and I felt him drive
his fingers up between my legs, right where my vagina would have been, if I had
one. When he did that, I went over the edge. I screamed and moaned, clasping my
thighs together to try and make his hand stay there. I heard him laughing at my
feminine reactions, and he put his other hand down, to raise up my skirt, so that
my panties were exposed. With one hand between my legs, pushing up into me, and
the other hand gently caressing the front of my panties, he made me cum.

When I came, it was like in torrents of emotions, not just a physical thing. I
felt as though I was really being made love to, as a woman, and that as a woman,
that this man was getting pleasure by making love to me in this way. I writhed
and moaned and I felt his hard on driving into me, as he made me orgasm.

When I had cum, I lay there, utterly exhausted, unable to move. I had never felt
so drained in my life. I felt utterly complete. I felt fulfilled. I felt like I
was a loved woman. It took me nearly five minutes before I could start to respond
to his kisses again.

Five

Robert was kissing me, and I heard him ask me in a soft whisper, if I had liked
what he had done to me.

I turned my face to him, and I was rewarded with the feel of his lips on my lips,
in a sexual kiss. It was the first time I had ever been kissed by a boy, and it
felt so completely natural for me to be kissed this way. I enjoyed it, and I lay
in his arms, passively as his lips moved over mine for a long time.

Then I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips. I knew enough to know that girls
were supposed to part their lips so that the guys would think that they wanted
the guys to invade their bodies in this way. I did want for him to do that. I
wanted to experience every little thing that the real girls got to experience.

I parted my lips for him, and he drove his tongue into me in a most possessive
manner. I loved it. I found myself starting to suck on his tongue, as though
trying to encourage him to take even more control of me, if that were possible. I
moaned as I sucked on his tongue, and I knew that I was hooked on being a girl
now. I cold never go back to being a normal boy. I knew now why fairies were
fairies, it was because knowing that you were a guy, while you were being allowed
to act like a girl, felt intoxicatingly wonderful. Feeling like a girl, and
knowing that I was a guy, was addictive to me. I would never again be able to
stop doing things like this. This was just too nice to feel.

I felt his hands on my knees, and he pulled at them. The result was that on his
lap, I was turned so that I was almost completely facing him, still with his
tongue in my mouth. I raised my arms to his neck. This made my front feel exposed
and vulnerable, and I liked the way that it felt. I clung to his neck for a very
long time, as I sucked on his tongue for him.

I have no idea of how long we kissed like that, but it seemed like it was hours,
and I loved ever second of it. Finally, Robert disengaged his lips, and lay his
head on the back of the couch. He smiled at me, and looked deeply into my eyes. I
suspected for the first time, that I could be falling in love, with a guy... It
astounded me, but it felt so wonderful and ever so natural. He looked at me for a
long time.

"You really get off on this, don't you Debi?"

"Robert, I do not understand it. I had never even thought of doing something like
this before today. But I can not lie to you. I love what this feels like."

"You love being a girl?"

"Yes... Yes, I do... I do not know why, but I really do..."

"Well honey, I love you as a girl to. You acted so much like a real girl, when I
put my fingers up into your crotch where your pussy would be, if you had one. You
went nuts, just like any other girl that I have ever been with."

"That surprised me. It made me feel so completely girlish, and I loved it."

"I hope that you will be my girl friend again some time?"

I leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips, feeling ever so feminine as I
did it. I was amazed at how free I felt, to express my emotions. Boys were not
allowed to feel like this, or to express these kinds of feelings. I felt free and
complete for the first time. I felt like I had found the real me. "Robert, if
being your girl friend feels like this, I will be Debi for you whenever you want
me to be Debi for you."

"Well Debi, you do everything so much like a girl, but there is one other girl
thing that I would like for you to do for me, honey?"

"What is that?"

"I want you to suck my cock."

You could have not stunned me more, if you had hit me square in the face with a
two by four. Reality poured back into my life with fierce strength. I knew once
again, all the fears that normal boys grow up with, about being branded as a
fairy or a sissy.

"You what?" I was nearly in a trance of unbelief.

"I want you to do for me, what everyone of my other girl friends do for me. I
want you to suck my cock. It's what girls do for the boys that they like, Debi.
It is just a normal everyday thing for a girl to do."

"But... I am not a real girl..."

"Yes you are. You know how you look. You know how you feel. You know that you get
really cranked by guys to."

"I... I never even thought of doing something like that, Robert?"

"Let's take it real slow then. I do not want to make you do anything that you do
not really want to do. Here, sit beside me for a minute."

I slipped off of his lap, to sit very close to him. I watched as he struggled. In
a few moments, he had his pants opened, and he had them slid down to his knees. I
was fascinated as I stared at his big cock. I had never seen it so erect before,
and it seemed so ugly, and yet so fascinating.

"Debi, I know that this is all new to you, so just take your time. Here, I want
you to put your hand on me." As he said that, he reached over and took my right
hand. I did not resist him. A part of me wanted to do what other girls do, and
this was part of what they did for their boy friends.

I felt the satiny texture of the skin, and yet there was a hardness under the
surface that felt like steel. I felt him wrap my fingers around the shaft, and
then I felt him take his hand away. I did not pull my hand away. I was absolutely
fascinated with seeing my girlified hand, wrapped around Robert's big cock.

"Move your hand up and down, Debi."

I knew in my mind that he was telling me to jack him off, but in reality, I felt
that if I did this for him, that I would be in some way that I did not
understand, telling him that I loved him. I began to move my hand up and down.
Robert moaned, and he relaxed. He lay his head back on the couch, and his legs
opened as far as his pants would let them.

"Oh, lady... That feels so fantastic. You know exactly how to touch a guy to make
him like what you can do for him. I love it. Debi, feel my balls for me."

I let go of his shaft, and I gently hefted his heavy balls in my fingers. I
scratched them with my nails. I gently rolled them around in my finger tips, then
I went back to masturbating his erection for him. I was surprised to find that
after a few minutes, that sitting there, wearing girl's clothes, and doing what
other girls do, began to feel natural to me. I liked doing it. I could smell his
boy smell, and I liked it. I especially liked knowing that he was so hard,
because of me.

He let me masturbate him like that for what seemed like a long time.

"Debi, I want you to kiss it for me."

I sort of had half expected for him to say something like this. While I had been
masturbating him, I had been thinking that since I really had liked so much else
about being a girl, that as a girl, I might like this to. I knew that girls liked
sucking cocks. I did not know what it was that they could like about it, but they
did.

Kiss his cock for him? I made the decision that I could do that. At least, then I
would have some idea of whether or not I could actually suck it, right?

I scooted my effeminated bum back wards a few inches, sliding across the couch. I
still had his cock in my hand. When I lowered my front down, his cock was right
under my face. I saw it up close. I smelled it. I saw the little eye open and
close in anticipation.

I pursed my lips, and I lowered my head, till I felt the dry skin of his cock on
my ultra sensitive lips. I was amazed, firstly that I had actually had the
courage to really kiss Robert's cock like this, but also because a strange new
emotion came over me, when I felt his cock head on my lips.

I knew that this cock belonged to a guy that had what it takes to be a real guy,
and that I would never have what it takes to compete as a regular guy in the
world. As I thought this, I found that I was moving my lips over the cock head,
and that I was really kissing it for him, as an expression of a deep emotion. I
was honouring him for being able to be a real guy, something that I could never
ever be. I kissed his cock like that for a few minutes. I raised my head, and I
saw that I had left traces of my lip stick all over it.

"Debi?"

"Yes?"

"Did you like kissing my cock?"

I felt a flush of panic go through me. If I told him the truth, then he would
want me to take it into my mouth. But I knew that  could not lie to him, not now.
He already knew so much about me. "Yes," I heard a weak response come from my
lips.

I felt his hand on the back of my neck, and I knew that he wanted me to suck it.

Was I a fairy cock sucker? Could I really have what it took to be that much of a
girl?

The question was academic. No matter what I thought, I once again felt his cock
head on my lips. This time though, the pursed lips were loose, and they were
willing to part, to receive a man between them.

I felt as though I were in a dream as the dry head very slowly began to slide
across the sensitive skin of my lips. I also knew that Robert was not forcing me.
His hand was on my neck, but the light weight was more of a suggestion that a
feel of his superior strength. Now, I was taking the cock into my mouth, because
I wanted to feel it inside of me in the same way that the real girls get to feel
their boy friend's cocks inside of their mouths.

I wanted to make love to this man who had forced me to face my real self.

I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth, and I wanted to make it cum out of him,
like women have been able to do since the beginning of time. I wanted to do what
Eve had done to Adam. I wanted to feel my sisterhood with other females, by doing
the same things that they did.

I felt the big cock head pass my lips, and press out against my cheeks. My mouth
had never been so full before. I knew that Robert would never be able to look at
me again, without seeing a sissy cock sucker. I also knew that this was exactly
what I wanted to be for him. I wanted to be as much of a girl as I could be for
him. I loved this man, and I wanted to make this kind of love to him.

When I could take him no farther into me.. I just rested for a few moments,
enjoying the way my lips were so stretched, enjoying the way if felt to have so
much throbbing flesh inside of my mouth. I began to lick it, and I was rewarded
by his moans. I knew that I was doing the right thing.

"Suck me you pretty little bitch. Suck me good. Suck my cock real good..."

These kinds of words should have made me die of embarrassment. They did not
though. They were the words that a hot and horny male spoke to the girl who was
sucking his cock for him. I was the she. Having his cock in my mouth, and acutely
aware of every feminine stitch that I was wearing, made me ever so aware of my
newly discovered girl hood, and I loved it.

I sucked him as a girl sucks, as a way of saying, "I love you Mr."

It was only seconds before he began to erupt into my mouth. I swallowed as much
of it as I could, but there was just too much of it. I could see it spurting out
of the corners of my mouth, all over him, and all over my hand. I loved how the
thick hot salty material tasted, and I loved knowing that this was designed by
nature to be given to females by males, to make babies with. I was eating his
baby juice, and I was doing exactly what girls do.

I felt more feminine, if that was possible, than I had ever felt in my life, and
it was intoxicating. I knew that I was going to be Debi for him whenever he
wanted me to be Debi. I also hoped that he would want me to be Debi often enough,
so that I would have this new craving to feel like a girl, fully satisfied.

When he had finished cumming for me, I sat up and looked at him. I knew that he
was seeing a girlified cock sucker and I wondered what he thought of his best
friend now. Would he kiss me again, knowing that my mouth had just been full of
his cum? I hoped so. I could understand though, if he did not want to kiss me.

He smiled, and told me that I was a very fine girl in every way. Then he leaned
over, and he planted a little kiss on my lips. I knew that he could taste his cum
on my lips.

"Did you swallow any of it, Debi?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you like it?"

I smiled with an embarrassed blush. "Yeah..."

"Will you... Will you be Debi again for me?"

I knew only to well that what he was really asking was if I had liked wearing
girl's clothes and sucking his cock, that he wanted to know if I would wear
girl's clothes and suck his cock again.

I leaned over and lightly kissed his lips, as I reached down and tweaked his cock
for him.

"Robert, I will be Debi for you, when ever you want me to be Debi, that is how
much I liked it."

I felt crushed by the heavy embrace that I received, and like any other girl, I
submissively received his loving, and I smiled, knowing that I was not going to
become a boy for him again. I would always be Debi in his mind.

"Debi?"

"Ummm?" I had laid my head on his shoulder, and I was still tweaking his cock,
trying to make it hard again. Now that I had experienced the freedom of really
acting like a girl, I wanted to experience some more of it.

"Uhhh... I got a really good paying job for the summer. I want to move into my
own apartment for the summer. My parents think it will help prepare me for dorm
life at college, so they agreed to it. I want you to come and live with me for
the summer, okay?"

"You want me to wear girl's clothes, and sleep in your bed every night, as though
I was your wife, don't you?"

"Well... Yeah, if you put it that way."

"Okay."