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Denise
by Michelle D. Lurker
Part 1
Ever since he could remember Denis had an interest in girls. No,
not the normal interest that boys had, Denis' interest was far more
exotic. Instead of fantasizing about getting a girl's clothes off (like
most other 16 year old boys), he fantasized about putting them on. He
didn't think of himself as gay, for he didn't think about other boys
sexually, but he didn't think about girls sexually either. He just liked
dressing up once in a while.
Denis dressed up in his mother's and sister's clothes whenever he
had the chance. His father had died when he was young, and with his
mother working odd hours and his sister out most of the time he had the
chance often. It was at one of those wonderful times to himself that
Denis set in motion the events that would change his life forever...
* * * *
It was a Friday, and Denis got home to an empty house. His mother
was working late, and his sister had gone away for the weekend with her
boyfriend. Denis had one thing on his mind, and it had been on his mind
all day at school, and almost all week. He quickly locked the front door
behind himself, and went up to his room. He was too excited to even
bother with supper... he stripped himself of his clothes and went into
his sister's room.
He had been planning what to wear since lunch period. He went to
her closet and retrieved a short black skirt she wore to work at the
bank, and a white blouse. He carefully laid out the items on her bed and
went to her dresser. From his sister's top drawer Denis took out a
matching lacy white panty and bra set, a white camisole, and a white
half-slip. In the bottom drawer was a pair of black pantyhose to
complete the ensemble.
Denis picked up the panties, and slowly pulled them over his naked
form. He then put on the bra, and filled the cups with rolled-up
pantyhose to create the illusion of a bustline. Not great, he thought,
but it'd have to do. He then put on the camisole, and rolled the
pantyhose up his legs. Finally, he pulled the half-slip on, loving the
sensation it created as it slid along the pantyhose. He took a black
scrunchie from his sister's dresser counter and tied back his long,
auburn hair.
Denis stopped dressing to look at himself in the mirror. He loved
what he saw... his slight frame, dressed in lingerie, looked positively
feminine! After posing for the mirror in a couple of different ways he
went back to his dressing. He took the white blouse and put it on, being
careful to adjust the shoulder pads properly. He then took the skirt and
pulled it over the half slip. He smoothed everything over, and walked to
the closet again. He took out a pair of black pumps, and put them on.
It pleased him to no end that he could still fit in his sister's shoes at
sixteen.
Denis walked around the room, posed in feminine poses, and stared at
his reflection in the mirror. Something was missing... makeup. He
didn't often try makeup, because of the difficulty in washing it off
quickly if the need arose, but he figured that his mom wouldn't be home
for a while, and he was very excited about dressing today. He took a
tube of red lipstick and carefully applied it to his lips, and then did
his eyes with mascara and eye-liner.
He then stared at his reflection in the mirror. Before him was the
lovely visage of a sixteen year old girl, no one could mistake him for a
boy. Denis stared lovingly at his reflection, and thought, as he often
did, what it would be like to be a girl for real. He was so caught up in
his thoughts he didn't hear his sister come in the room...
"Denis, where are you? Oh, here you... OH MY GOD!!!" screamed his
sister as she entered her room.
"What... Oh No!", stutterd Denis as he realized the situation.
"What are you doing in my? You're not... Oh god... I..." His sister
replied, in shock.
"Please don't tell Mom!", Denis cried.
"Take off those things... I... take them off"
"Please...", Denis replied.
"I need time to think... just take them off...", was all his sister
could say.
She left the room and Denis got undressed. He carefully placed the
clothes back in their places, and ran to his room, stopping at the
bathroom to wash his face. He fell asleep crying, and awoke much later
to the sound of his sister and mother downstairs...
* * * *
When Denis awoke it was dark. He couldn't remember why he had gone
to bed so early... and then he remembered. Oh God, she had caught him in
her things. He almost began to cry again when he overheard his mother and
sister downstairs in the kitchen.
Denis crept slowly to the top of the stairs to hear what his mom and
sister were talking about. His worst fears were realized, they were
talking about him...
"...so once we found out that the cabin was closed for repairs I had
Kevin drop me off home. I came into my room, and there he was...", he
heard his sister say.
"I just can't believe it," his mom replied, "I'd noticed things
getting dirty before I'd worn them, but I just figured that you had
borrowed them."
"Same here, and all along it was Denis, or perhaps I should say
'Denise'."
"What do we do?"
"I think I might know..." began his sister, and at that moment the
kettle began to whistle, obscuring the remainder of her sentence.
"Settled, then?" Denis' sister finished.
"Settled." replied his mom.
Denis had no idea what they were talking about, and crept back
upstairs to lie awake in bed for a few hours, thinking about what might
be in store, before he fell into sleep filled with dreams of beautiful
feminine things.
* * * *
Over the next few days neither his Mom or sister said anything about
the incident to him, and Denis was soon believing that they had decided
to let it go. Then one day, with two weeks left in school, his Mom called
him into the kitchen.
"Denis, I've been thinking, and I'd like you to spend the summer at
your Aunt Catherine's" said his Mom. Denis couldn't remember having an
Aunt Catherine.
"Sure, I guess..."
"Both your sister and I will be working a lot this summer, and it
seems unfair to leave you by yourself so much", his mother continued, "I
think you will enjoy your stay at Catherine's. She lives in a small town
about two hours from here."
"Okay." Denis figured that they didn't trust him alone with their
things, but what the heck, there wasn't much to do around here during
the summer anyway.
"Settled then?" she asked.
"Sure. Oh, Mom, by the way, which side of the family is Aunt
Catherine from?"
"What? Oh... your faa... mine. She's my half-sister."
"Hmmn... okay" Denis wasn't sure why, but something didn't seem
right. His mother got up and left the kitchen before he could ask any
more questions. So it was decided. As school came to a close Denis was
carted away to live with an Aunt he'd never heard of in a town hours
away. But he couldn't understand why he'd only need an overnight bag
full of his clothes for the entire summer...
Part 2
Denis sat looking out the car window as his mother drove him to stay
with his Aunt Catherine. He stared blankly at the farms and fields as
they drove to his Aunt's, thinking about the events of the last month.
His sister had caught him trying on her clothes, and though neither she
nor his mother confronted him about it here he was being driven to a
small town he'd never heard of, to spend the summer with an Aunt he'd
never heard of. And he still couldn't figure out how he'd spend an
entire summer there with only an overnight bag full of clothes...
Finally the car pulled off the highway at an exit titled
'Wainston'. Denis thought hard but couldn't remember any relatives from
Wainston. After a few minutes the car reached the small town centre, and
eventually turned down a few residential streets to a large white house
with a turret and a picket fence.
"Here we are," said his mother as she checked the address against a
set of instructions she had written down.
She pulled the car into the driveway, and the two got out. Denis
had only his overnight bag to carry. His mom rang the doorbell, and soon
an attractive woman in her early forties answered. Gee, Denis thought,
she's about the same age as Mom, but she looks like she used to be a
model. He guessed there wasn't much resemblance due to them being half-
sisters.
"Why hello, this must be Denis" she said.
"Yes mam..."
"Why don't you both come in..."
Denis' mom and his Aunt Catherine sat in the parlor and talked for a
while. Denis was told to go look around the backyard, and get familiar
with his surroundings. Wow, he thought, this place is amazing... a deck,
a pool, a huge yard, nothing like our place in the city. He looked into
the parlor from the huge bay window looking out on the pool. His mother
and Aunt Catherine may be half-sisters, he thought, but they are nothing
alike. Aunt Catherine moved with the grace of a ballet dancer, and was
obviously very classy. He watched the two for some time, and he wasn't
sure, but he could have sworn he saw his mom writing out a cheque. Aunt
Catherine then came to the back door and called him in.
"Come on, Denis, your mother is going now..." she called.
He walked to the front door, and said goodbye to his mother.
"Goodbye dear," she said, and kissed him on the forehead. "I hope
you have a good summer."
"I will, ma, don't worry," replied Denis, and watched as his mother
got into the car and drove away.
"We will have such fun this summer", said his Aunt,"you just wait
and see..."
* * * *
Denis was ready to take his bag to the room where he would be
staying, but Aunt Catherine suggested that they eat first. Denis, who
was famished, agreed. His Aunt seemed very friendly, and the two of them
soon began talking in earnest.
"So, Denis, you're 16 now. Do you have a girlfriend?", she asked.
"Uh... no" replied Denis.
"Well, that's allright. Not the thing for some people..."
"Yeah... I guess." Denis was confused.
His Aunt abruptly changed the conversation, to a fashion TV show on
the television in the kitchen. "Wonderful summer dresses they have this
year, aren't they?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess..."
"Oh, come on. Men can appreciate women's clothing... which one do
you like the most?"
"Well... I guess the blue floral print, I guess..." Denis hesitantly
answered.
"That's better. I like that one too..." his Aunt said. Something
about her presence made Denis feel comfortable. The two were soon
discussing designers, and models, and their favorite looks. Denis forgot
that these were things a teenaged boy usually doesn't care about, merely
enjoying the presence and conversation of his Aunt. The two hit it off
wonderfully. They stayed up and watched a romance movie on TV, and
Denis, tired from his long day, fell asleep on the couch...
* * * *
When Denis woke up he was momentarily dazed, but he soon remembered
where he was.
"Good Morning, sleepyhead..." said his Aunt.
"Good morning", he said, "Where's my stuff?"
"Oh, your room is at the top of the stairs on the right. First have
some breakfast"
Denis ate the light breakfast, and swallowed some rather large
vitamins. He then walked up the stairs to his new room.
He opened the door and looked around the room. It was decorated in
soft pinks and blues, and all told was quite like his sister's room back
home. He looked around for his bag, but couldn't see it.
"Umm, Aunt Catherine, where's my clothes?" he called.
"Oh, sorry dear, they're in the dresser and closet."
Oh, he thought, that was nice of her. He opened the dresser to
find... women's underwear? He checked another drawer and another, but
they were all full of women's things. He looked in the closet and found
nothing but dresses, blouses, and skirts suitable for a teenaged girl.
"Ummm, Aunt Catherine, there seems to be some mistake..." he called.
"No there hasn't," replied his Aunt who was now standing in the
doorway, "I guess we should talk."
* * * *
"You see, Denis, I know all about your little... well, hobby. Your
mother told me. And no, I am not your Aunt. I am a therapist who works
with boys like yourself... to find out if you really want to be a girl or
are merely a cross-dresser."
Denis stood, slack-jawed.
"By using a radical new hormone therapy, I can enact changes in
patients to change their sex, from a chromosomal level. It is
reversable under certain conditions, so you can see the benefits to
treating someone such as yourself, who may or may not be a true transsexual."
Denis couldn't believe what he was hearing, "You're going to change
me into a girl? What if I don't want to?"
"Sorry, Denis, but that decision has been made for you. And it has
already begun, with the two 'vitamins' I gave you for breakfast. C'mon,
you've already shown a liking for wearing women's clothes... just think
of how well they'll fit you for the summer. And, who knows, you might
like being a girl. But anyway, you should really lay down. The changes
have quite a heavy sedative effect..."
Denis was feeling tired already. He opened his mouth to say
something, but stopped. He walked over to the bed, and fell asleep, his
dreams full of naked girls, and all of them were him...
* * * *
Denis woke with a start. He had no idea what time it was, but it
was light. He felt like he had slept quite a while. Remembering back to
his conversation before he had blacked out, he thought this Catherine
woman must be loopy. I'm just the same, he thought as he went to scratch
his chest... Denis jumped up and ran to the mirror. His jaw dropped again.
Standing in the mirror, dressed in the T-shirt and shorts he had
slept in, was a stunning girl of about sixteen. Denis moved his arm and
the reflection complied. Good God, he thought... she was right. He
looked over his new form... still not believing that he was the girl in
the mirror. Long supple legs, small feet, slender arms and hands, soft
feminine features framed by long auburn hair. His T-shirt was stretched
by something that wasn't there before... he tore it off to reveal two
perfectly formed breasts. After touching them for a minute he looked to
his shorts. Closing his eyes he slid them off. He opened his eyes, and
the girl in the mirror was unquestionably a girl. Yes, it was gone,
replaced by a soft mound.
"How do you like your new body, Denise?" asked Catherine from the
doorway.
"I... uh...", was all he could get out. Denis noticed it was in a
higher feminine range, too.
"I brought you something you might like..." said Catherine, and laid
out a blue floral print summer dress, similar to the one Denis had
commented on on TV, on the bed. "Throw this on and meet me downstairs in
the kitchen... we have so much to talk about."
She left the room. Denis walked over to the dress... and stared
into space for a second. Hell, he thought, I liked doing this as a boy,
so why not as a girl. He turned and got a matching white lace panty and
bra set from the dresser. He pulled the panties up over his silky
mound. It took a couple of tries to get the bra on right, as having real
breasts was much different from rolled up nylons. He then put on the
dress, and stared into the mirror. He pulled his hair back with a
scrunchie, and thought about makeup. No, he didn't need it...
Denis looked again at the beautiful girl in the mirror, and
wondered, "What is happening to me?"
Part 3
Denis sat at the kitchen table, with the woman who wasn't his Aunt,
in a state of confusion. How could he have ever known that being caught
dressing in his sister's clothes would lead to this. Here he was,
sitting with a woman whom until recently he believed was his Aunt,
wearing a soft summer dress, panties, and a bra. Hell, not just WEARING
a bra, but NEEDING one! He was a girl... but it still wasn't sinking in.
"Well, dear, I understand this can be quite traumatic. But listen,
we know you like to dress up as a girl, all we want to do is find out if
it is a phase or permanent. In the meantime you get to do something you
like doing anyway, and probably having more fun at it than ever before.
And if, at the end of the summer, you decide you want to be a boy again,
so be it..." Catherine, who he thought was Aunt Catherine, looked at
him. Strange as it seems, he still felt comfortable around her.
"You can change me back?"
"As soon as we are satisfied you want to..."
"Well... I guess it's okay... as long as no one ever finds out..."
"Dear, do you think your best friend would recognize you now? You
are being given the chance of a lifetime... to live as those you've been
emulating."
Denis' mood was brightening a little, "Yeah, I guess it would be fun..."
"We will do everything that girls do together... just wait, it'll be
fun," said Catherine.
"Catherine?"
"Yes dear..."
"I know you're not my Aunt and all, but I wish you were..."
The two hugged in the kitchen. Denis weeped in happiness for what
Catherine had done for him.
* * * *
They seent that night looking through fashion magazines, Catherine
painted Denise's (I might as well use a girl's name, Denis had thought)
fingernails and toenails a bright red. Denise's hair was trimmed
slightly to give her bangs. Catherine taught Denise a lot about how to
be a lady, and Denise loved every minute of it. Catherine asked Denise
about which boys she liked, and after being a bit evasive she finally
admitted to liking Hugh Grant. She caught heeself forgetting that she
was, in fact, really a boy. When she went to bed that night Denise wore
a sexy silky nightgown.
When she got up the next morning Catherine announced that they would
be going shopping to a mall in a bigger town not far away. Denise was
very excited about going shopping, but decidedly less so about going out
in public.
"Denise, you are, for all intents and purposes, a girl. Just behave
naturally, and you'll have a blast" was all Catherine had told her.
She picked out a tan floral summer dress, over a bra and panties,
and wore sandals and a faded denim jacket. Denise wore her hair, now
trimmed, down, and it flowed about her face. Catherine did some makeup
on her, and when she was done Denise was floored. Her reflection in the
mirror was one of the most attractive girls she'd ever seen, and prettier
than almost any girl from his school back home. Catherine gave her a small
brown leather purse to complete the outfit.
When they got to the mall they spent a whirlwind afternoon shopping,
trying on dresses, skirts, buying some lingerie, a bikini (I might as
well use that pool, thought Denise), and countless other small feminine
items. Denise was worn out, and decided to sit by a waterfall while
Catherine picked up a few remaining items. Denise was stretching her
long, supple legs when a boy walked up.
"Hello" said the boy.
"Hi" said Denise. Despite her good looks she hadn't expected this.
"My name's Randy" the boy said, holding out his hand. Denise
could tell he obviously was an athlete of some sort, and quickly
reprimanded herself for noticing.
"Hello, I'm Denise"
"You're not from around here, are you?" he asked.
"No... I'm staying in Wainston with my Aunt for the summer"
"Wainston... that's not farm from my dad's farm. Hey, I was
wondering, would you like to go to the Drive-In tonight, it's just over
in Rockford. There's a bunch of us going, and it'd give you a chance to
meet people..."
"I don't know... I'd have to ask my Aunt..."
At that moment Catherine walked up. "Ask me what?"
"Oh, hello mam. My name is Randy Worthington, and I was asking
Denise here if she'd be interested in going to the Drive-In with a bunch
of us kids from the area" Randy piped in.
"Ted Worthington's boy?" asked Catherine, "Why sure, I have no
problems with it, do you, Denise?"
"Ummm... no" replied a confused Denise.
"It's set then"
Catherine gave the boy instructions and he left, promising to be by
at seven thirty. On the car ride home Denise was silent.
"What's the matter?" asked Catherine.
"I didn't expect to do something like this..." replied Denise.
"I told you you'd have a chance to experience everything a girl
does. If you think it's too quick, we could call and cancel..."
"No..." Denise quickly cut in, "I mean, that would be rude"
As they drove home Catherine had a wry grin on her face as Denise
stared out the window, wondering how this all had happened.
* * * *
Getting ready for the date was fun (Catherine insisted on calling it
a date). Denise put on some very short denim shorts, and tied up a
cotton shirt in front. She wore cowboy boots on her bare legs. When she
looked in the mirror she felt like something out of a beer commercial.
Randy arrived right on time, at seven thirty, and stood speechless
when he saw Denise. He was about to escort her to the car when Catherine
pulled her aside for a second.
"She'll be out in just a moment, Randy" Catherine said, as Randy got
into his car, "Denise, there is one thing I forgot to tell you, well I
didn't think you'd need to know just yet. If a man, well, orgasms inside
you it messes up the hormonal balance and, well, prevents reversion to
the former sex."
"What do you mean?" asked Denise.
"In lay terms... scratch that... in plain english if he comes inside
you you are a girl forever, okay?"
"Oh yeah, like I'd ever let another boy do something like that to
me" said Denise as she ran out to the car.
* * * *
The Drive-In was wonderful. Randy and Denise caught up with about
four other couples who were Randy's friends. She was introduced to
everyone and they were all nice. Some of the girls complimented her on
her outfit, and one girl compimented her on landing Randy. Everyone sat
together for the first movie, on lawn chairs or blankets on the car
hoods, but as the second movie began each of the couples slowly began to
drift back to their cars. Randy asked Denise if she wanted to go back to
the car and she said sure.
The second movie was a schloky horror film, but Denise found herself
responding to the jumps. Randy put his arm around her and she almost
didn't notice, except for appreciateing the sense of security. When the
movie began to get boring she noticed Randy was looking at her. When she
opened her mouth to speak she found herself at a loss for words. Randy
took care of this by kissing her. I must put a stop to this right now,
thought Denise, at least in a minute, or... She was lost in a wave of
emotion as she found herself making out with a boy.
It was almost from a third person perspective that she watched
herself and Randy get into some very heavy petting. Clothes were coming
off, and before she knew it she was caressing his penis as he kissed her
breasts. She felt a wet sensation she had never felt before...
She felt herself being lifted, and slowly impaled on his large, rock
hard cock. Wait, she thought, I'm a boy... I can't enjoy this... but
Randy began to move slowly, rhythmically, and her thoughts of boyhood
were rapidly dissapearing. The motion began to speed up, and Denise
found herself riding a wave of feminine pleasure. Soft moans escaped her
mouth, and suddenly she felt something happeneing - it was as if a
thousand little explosions went of inside her. Oh, she thought, sex for
a woman is so much better than a man's... OH MY GOD!
She quickly opened her eyes and looked at Randy. From his facial
expression she knew what was coming. It was too late... she felt his
scrotum spasm as his load of semen shot into her. Oh my god, she
thought, I can't change back... what have I done... I'm going to be a
girl forever...
Just then, something magical happened, something which Denise had
never experienced as a male. From nowhere, a shuddering orgasm overtook
her again and again. The ecstacy overtook her... again and again. Her
first orgasm as a girl had been mind-numbing... these, these were more
intense.
Later, as she layed against Randy's arms, she thought. If that's
what feeling like a woman is like... I think I'll get used to it.
* * * *
When she got home that night she discussed her situation with
Catherine. Catherine called her Mother the very next day and broke the
news. She was very glad to have another daughter... and she and Denise's
sister would be waiting to see her after the summer.
The rest of the summer was spent learning about being a girl, and
Denise was a natural. She often wondered how she could ever NOT want to
be a girl... and thoughts of being a boy seemed like a dream. She saw
Randy a few more times, but decided to see other boys. At the end of the
summer she met Brett, and settled down and got serious. Luckily Brett was
going to college in Denise's home town, so the two continued to see each
other.
Denise was enrolled at a school on the other side of town, and
considering she hadn't made many friends as a boy nobody much missed
Denis. Her sister got her a part time job as a teller at the bank where
she worked.
On her first day, she stood in her bedroom wondering what to wear.
Her sister called her into her room, saying she had just the outfit.
Laying on the bed was the black skirt, white blouse, white lace
panty and bra set, silk camisole and half slip, and black panthose in
which Denis had been caught wearing by his sister only a few short months
ago... and which had set him on the road to womanhood. Denise's sister
laughed, and Denise laughed too. She picked up the clothes and went into
her room to get dressed.
THE END
Mikhaela
- 07.10.2022
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