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Andie's Adventure
by Jojo
My life as Andrew began to undergo serious changes six months ago when my
cousin Sara and my older sister, Hannah, asked me for a small favor. Sara was
not doing well in calculus at the university the three of us were attending
while I had already aced the course the prior semester. As a Fine Arts major
Sara was annoyed at even having to take a mathematics course and this may
have accounted to her underachieving. When she found out that unless she
passed the final, which was that afternoon, she would have to repeat the
course Sara became frantic. That was when she and Hannah brought me to their
dorm room and begged me to take the final for Sara.
At first I laughed at them saying that if they could make me look like Sara I
would do it. They looked at one another and then at the skinny 5' 10', long
legged figure in front of them. No problem was their reply. Hannah pushed me
into the bathroom, told me to shower and to shave. When I had toweled off I
found that they had left me a pair of satin mint green french cut panties, a
black WonderBra and a pair of opaque white tights. Through the door Hannah
told me to get dressed.
The panties were tight but went on the same way my briefs did, I pushed my
penis to one side. When I looked down the image of a lump pushing against the
satin made me chuckle. Rolling down the tights and sticking my feet in one at
time was a little more of a challenge. I had seen Hannah do this sometimes
but getting the toe and heel line up was not as simple as it first appeared.
The other problem was arranging the seat of the tights. With a series of
twists and tugs I finally had the snug material over my thighs and crotch.
When I looked down again the tights encased my legs and covered up the fine
dark hair.
My long legs had taken a distinctly feminine appearance. Strangely I began to
feel myself getting excited by this and watched in rapt fascination as a
bulge grew beneath my tights. Quickly I slipped my arms through the straps of
the bra and wrestled with the clasp. The snug material pushed the loose flesh
of my chest into a tiny bit of cleavage. My erection was starting to throb
and now I felt too embarrassed to leave the bathroom. Why was this making me
so excited? I'd never been particularly interested in fashion and usually
dressed for comfort and not to make any statement. What was I saying now,
dressed half-way like a girl? How could I face my sister, and her friend!
They'd really think that there was something strange about me if they saw my
all too obvious erection. After a few minutes of wrestling with these
feelings, Hannah asked if I was having a problem as she stuck her head
inside. Red-faced I looked away from her.
With a slight smile on her face my sister took my hand and brought me into
the tiny dorm room. Sara stood by one of the beds with a pile of clothing
cast about trying to put together an outfit. She seemed to take no notice as
Hannah sat me on the edge of the other bed. With a quick hand over my face
she took off my tortoise shell glasses and began to apply a light foundation,
then rose blush to my cheeks. A brush covered my eyelids with soft golds and
honey mustards and black mascara thickened my lashes. Hannah stepped back for
a second and then drew in my lips with pale red and glossed them. The scent
of the make-up connected with the feel of the tights and bra caused a slow
eruption that made me shudder.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Hannah asked softly. I looked away again, totally
embarrassed. "Here," she gave me back my glasses, "go inside and clean up.
We'll have something for you to put on."
Glasses on, I padded into the bathroom again. In the mirror was a soft
feminine face, almost cute. When I opened my mouth so did the image. That was
me!! For endless seconds I simply stood there in astonishment and might still
be there if Hannah had not called to ask if I was ready. "In a minute," I
answered and rapidly cleaned away the sticky ooze from inside my panties.
This time I shoved my penis between my legs and pulled the panties up as
tight as possible. The constriction of the satin material started to excite
me again and I fought against that sense of arousal.
When I came out of the bathroom again Sara was holding up a pair of jet black
jeans and grey silk front blouse with faux-pearl buttons. "You'll look great
in these." She had me sit on the bed and slip on the jeans. They almost did
not get over my thighs but with some pulling and dragging I got them around
my waist. My now slowly expanding member was caught between my legs as I
zippered up, there'd be no problem for the moment. Next Sara slid the blouse
over my arms and buttoned me in. Hannah came out of the closet with a pair of
black two-inch stacked heeled Granny boots. The fit was very tight but with
some squeezing I managed to wangle my heels in and with the slick tights get
them on and then laced. My foot now took on a provocative arch and the narrow
toe gave my foot an even smaller appearance. When I stood the heels felt
awkward but not dangerous though my calves protested. A few steps around the
room and I felt my hips realigning themselves and soon I felt confident
enough that I was not going to fall over. Looking down I noticed how the
tight jeans were plastered to my legs and how the cuffs gave way to very
feminine ankles and feet.
Finally Sara had me sit again and fitted a short auburn tinted wig over my
brown hair. The bangs tickled my forehead and swept across my now hot cheeks
and neck.
"Just don't scratch too much," Sara advised as she took my hand and lead me
back into the bathroom. Side by side we did look enough alike that anyone who
did not know Sara very well probably would not notice the difference. A
smiling Sara said to the mirror, "So, you'll do it?"
"What?!" For a moment I had no idea what she was talking about and then I
remembered what this was all for. "You want me to go out?" I murmured.
"No one will know. Trust me." She turned to stare right at me, "Please."
My heart beating wildly I nodded. Was this fear, or excitement? or both? How
could I concentrate on a math exam if I was feeling so aroused? Again I
wondered why I was feeling this way, a way I'd hardly felt when I'd been on
dates. Was it really the clothes or me?
"Then there's just a few finishing touches." Hannah pulled me from the mirror
and sat me on the bed. Taking my hands she began to give me a manicure. Soon
my nails were rounded and drying with a pale rose red color. Sara draped her
favorite bracelets over my right wrist and then frowned at my ears. "Too bad
there not pierced." Then she turned and rummaged through the top draw of her
dresser. From an old box she fished out a pair of white moonstone earrings.
"Don't worry," Sara cooed as she pushed aside the hair from my ear. "These
are only clip-ons." She attached them to my ears and the weight on my lobes
was at first disconcerting. "Shake your head," Hannah directed. As I did so
the hair fell back into place and the earrings knocked lightly against my
head. When the earrings stopped moving the sense of their weight had lessened
but there was a persistent sense of pressure on my lobes.
Sara looked out the window. "Time to go." She sprayed my neck with her
favorite perfume and smiled. By now, Hannah was at the door. She had a black
patent leather back-pack and gave me a small purse with Sara's I.D. and a
thin strapped watch. As she gave me these items she was leading me out the
door and into the hallway. I was fumbling with the strap of the pack, trying
to get it over my shoulder as we sped down the corridor out of the dorm and
to the lecture halls. When I had finally got the pack in place it dawned on
me that I was outside! Dressed like a woman! No one took any notice, except
two guys who kept staring at me. When I mentioned this to Hannah she said,
"You do have a cute rear that any guy would like to get near. I'm almost
jealous." She smiled and squeezed my arm as we kept walking.
The awkwardness of the heels gave way to a pinching of my toes by the time we
reached the lecture hall. "Good luck," Hannah kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"We'll be here to pick you up in a couple of hours." I nodded and pulled open
the door and stepped into the hall. A teaching assistant gave my I.D. a quick
look and gave me a seat number and a blue book. Within minutes the exam was
under way and I had a hard time focusing on the test as a range of feelings
and emotions swirled within me. Taking a deep breath I applied myself to the
material and then the test was over.
The T.A. picked up the test and booklets and I shuffled out of the hall. My
feet and ears hurt and the bra straps were staring to rub into my shoulders.
Outside the hall I looked for Hannah and saw no one that I knew. Panic hit me
and then I took a deep breath. My tiny cleavage heaved as I put my head down
and decided to walk as fast as I could back to the dorm and safety.
Heels clicked loudly in my ears as I headed for the exit to the hall. The
painted fingernails on the doorknob pushed my anxiety level higher. There
were more people on the campus now than earlier as finals were ending and
evening beginning to cloak the landscape. The last bright beams of sunlight
cast a long shadow over my shoulder as I scurried along. The exaggerated legs
and my swaying hair around my shoulders was yet another reminder of the image
I was projecting.
All I wanted was to get back into the dorm and into my own clothes. I was so
intent on getting back that I didn't pay any attention to the voice behind
me. When a hand touched my shoulder I thought I would have a heart attack.
Someone had found out and I was going to be exposed and expelled. My life was
over. I turned but kept my face down too embarrassed to look up.
"Sorry," the low voice spoke. "I didn't mean to startle you. But you left
this in the hall." A hand proffered the black patent leather back-pack.
"Thanks," I said as softly as I possible could and reached out for the
back-pack.
"What'd you think of the exam?" A pair of scuffed white Nikes caught my eyes.
Why was this guy talking to me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?
"Not bad." I struggled to keep the anxiety that was ripping through my breast
out of my voice. Swinging the back-pack in one hand I started to walk away.
"What'd you get for number 16?" He was walking alongside me!
My mind was blank and I stopped moving. "Sixteen?" was all I could manage.
"Yeah," he stopped too and I sense his body all too close to mine. The guy
was at least a head taller than me, even with these heels! If he knew I was a
guy he'd kill me. How was I going to escape this ordeal? "The one about the
orbits."
He paused and I could see his head shaking in the shadow on the ground. "For
some reason I froze on that one. I did the rest and then went back but I'm
not sure I did it right. What'd you do?"
I pushed up at my glasses, the sweat had caused them to slip along my dainty
nose. The problem on the exam came into focus and I softly started to explain
the steps I'd taken to solve it. Lost in the process I suddenly realized that
I was looking this guy right in the face. He had a buzz cut and the dark fuzz
glisten against the side of his white scalp. From his profile one grey eye
was staring at me and that's when I fell silent.
"Sorry," he looked away. "I didn't mean to stare, just that I don't remember
seeing you around before."
I swallowed and fear literally vibrated through me, he'd seen my Adam's apple
bob up and down. He had to, I'd felt it move two miles in my throat. But he
was still only looking at my face.
"New do," I offered, shaking the bangs on my forehead.
He smiled and cocked his head to one side. I swung up the back-pack and
sipped one strap over my right arm. He reached out and held the other strap
for me.
"Thanks." I quivered as my shoulder brushed against his hand. What was going
on?
This was a guy, and I was a guy!! Only I didn't look very much like a guy and
I wasn't sure I was feeling much like one either.
"S'okay." He was looking at me again. "Look," I started, "I really have to
go. 'Nother final tomorrow." I took a step away and thankfully he didn't
follow.
"Thank's for the bag." Now turned around I tried to go as fast as I could
without appearing to run. I'd made it, only I hadn't because a second later
he was pacing with me.
"What'd you have tomorrow?" I could almost feel his thigh rubbing against
mine.
"Medieval philosophy." That was true, but I wouldn't be taking it as Sara.
"Gallagher?" The professor's name.
"Yeah," almost against my will I turned to look sideways at him.
"Did it last semester. He's big on Aquinas." He stopped in mid-stride and I
did too. "Hey, you know I've still got notes from the class and I did ace the
final. Could you use some help?"
"She sure could." I looked around at the new voice, Hannah. "Andie's too lazy
to study alone." From the relief I'd first felt at seeing Hannah and
imagining that this was all over to bewilderment at her calling me by a
girl's name and suggesting that I needed someone to study with took all of
two seconds. "Andie'd like some company tonight. After all Sara and I are
going out and she'd be all alone. She's a little shy, don't you think."
He didn't say anything for a moment. "If it's all right with you?" He was
staring at me with those grey eyes again. What did he see? How did I look?
Why did I care?
I looked over at Hannah who was grinning from ear to ear. She nodded her head
and I whispered, "Okay."
Hannah told him which dorm building we were in and what time to stop over.
"See you later tonight Andie. Oh by the way, my name's Andrew." He smiled and
before I could react he'd kissed my on the cheek. The flesh burnt and my
stomach dropped below ground level. I could barely distinguish my legs as
Hannah and I walked away. My sister had just set me up with a date, with
another guy who had my own name!! Emotions ran and fled as they recognized
one another and I was lost in a maze of doubt and exciting fear.
Back in the privacy of the dorm room from some reason I began to cry. Hannah
sat me on the bed and placing her arms around my shoulders gently rocked me.
When I'd finished, she held on to me and stroked my arms. "How could you do
that to me?" I finally croaked.
"You mean you don't want to study with Andrew tonight?"
"I mean set me up. C'mon Hannah he's bound to find out that I'm a guy and
then I'll really be in for it." I gently pushed away her embrace.
"You don't look like a guy just now."
"I know what I look like."
"No you don't. What Andrew saw outside was an attractive, even sexy young
co-ed. I was serious this morning about your rear, in these jeans and walking
the way you did in these shoes you're like a guy magnet. I'm just surprised
that more of them didn't try to talk to you."
She brushed at my bangs. Smiling she held my cheeks. "You were never very
impressive as my kid brother, but as my younger sister you're almost
perfect."
"But that's just it Hannah, I'm not your sister." I stood up and all the
emotions swirled around me again.
"You can be if you want to be." Hannah looked up from the bed. "How about
this," she paused and cast her eyes to the ceiling. "Let's get you cleaned up
and into a dress." She held up one hand as I started to protest. "We'll take
some Polaroids. If you don't think that you can look like my sister than you
don't have be here tonight. You'd think a guy had never been stood-up
before."
"No, I can't do this Hannah."
"And why not? 'Cause you're a guy. Then explain what happened this morning
before you put on the jeans."
My face exploded into reams of red. How could I explain that? "I'm just
afraid."
I turned away from her and saw in the distant reflection of the bathroom
mirror that some of my make-up hadn't fared very well under my tears.
"What're you sacred of? That you might like it? That someone'd find you
attractive and want to be with you? That you can really look sexy?"
I started to cry again quietly as Hannah spoke as she verbalized what I
couldn't. My shoulders hunched over as the tears added further damage to my
make-up. Then Hannah was holding me again. After I'd stopped, she peeled the
back-pack from me and guided me into the bathroom. "Take a long hot shower
and then we'll talk."
Nodding I shucked off the wig and then all the accessories. Balancing on one
leg I unlaced my shoes. The relief in my toes was matched my the pain in my
calves as I stood flatfooted again. The jeans were as much of struggle
getting out of as they were getting into and when they were finally around my
ankles my penis strained to pop out from between my legs though the tights
still held me. I flexed my arms and undid the top three rear buttons of the
blouse and pulled it over my head. Sitting on the toilet I undid the bra and
rolled down the tights. At last I stood and peeled away the panties. Matted
pubic hairs caught at my penis, a reminder of the excitement of the morning.
The shower water began to steam as I played with the knobs. A look in the
mirror now showed a disjointed image. From my neck to my forehead my face was
that of teary-eyed young co-ed, just as Hannah had said. Below were the
points of my collar bone and when I took a deep breath you could count my
ribs. There was a fine coating of black hair and a deep nest beneath my
armpits. David Bowie's classic echoed in my mind: "Can't tell if you're a boy
or a girl." I tried to let the water wash away the intense feelings that had
had a frightening sense of immediacy. What was going to happen? Why did I
have to choose? Why couldn't everyone just leave me alone?
After what seemed like hours I toweled off and found that my wish had come
true, the room was empty. Relieved I lay on the bed and dozed off. No
Freudian dreams of hot dogs chasing doughnuts through tunnels bothered me and
when I woke I was pleased to find that I was still granted solitude.
I went looking for the clothes I'd worn earlier in the day. As I shuffled
through the cramped room I kept seeing articles of Hannah's or Sara's but not
of my clothing. One item that kept intruding on my mind was a white leather
bustier and skirt set. Every time I glanced around me eye caught sight of
this until finally I decided to look right at it. When I did I was holding
onto it before I'd known what I was doing. The fragrance of the leather
filled my mind and I closed my eyes. Supple material begged to taste my flesh
and within moments I had unzipped the skirt and stepped into it. The leather
was lined but the skirt clung to my bare skin as I pulled close the zipper.
From just above my knee to just below my navel the skirt sang out. The lining
titillated the tip of my penis. When I moved my leg the leather outlined a
shapely thigh. The bare skin of my leg looked awkward so I rummaged in
Hannah's bureau for a pair of pantyhose. The sheer black nylons I found were
soon rolled into tiny doughnuts and sat down as I stepped into one and
smoothed the material up over one calf and knee and then the other. I had to
stand to pull the pantyhose over my slender thighs and seat the panty over my
groin. By now I was very excited and saw that I was starting to ooze.
Wrapping a tissue over the head of my penis I nestled into the pantyhose.
When I looked down now at my legs the black covered the fine hair on my legs
and added a certain mystery but something was still missing. Shoes. The
bottom of the girls' closets were littered with various styles and colors but
once I saw the black vinyl knee-high boots I knew they went with the skirt.
The boots were lined like the skirt and with the addition of the pantyhose my
legs slid into them as if they'd made just for me. Pulling up the zippers I
stood on the three inch stacked heels and half-inch platforms. My calves were
outlined in vinyl and gave me a more sensual appeal.
With my hips pushed out and my rear thrust upwards I tired to get a look at
my rear but all I could do was turn myself around. On the last revolution I
stopped and stared at the bustier. Feeling foolish I grappled with the
garment until I had it around my torso. The tight leather again gave me a
tiny bit of cleavage and revealed my navel. Tussling with the loose flesh of
my chest I tried to look more presentable and stopped dead. Presentable as a
girl!! I looked down at my body now swaddled in white leather skirt and
bustier and boots. Aside from the hair beneath my armpits I looked like a
girl and with that thought I began to get excited again as I had in the
morning.
I felt sexy, almost wanton. Laying on the bed I struggled with what I was
feeling and with how I looked. When I crossed one booted leg over the other
the sight caused me to be aroused even further. For an instant I wondered if
Andrew, too, would find this as erotic. That stray thought panicked me, I was
thinking about how a guy might find me attractive as a girl!! What was
happening to me?
The End
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