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Barbara's Weekend By Pat T. It was the Friday before Memorial Day and I was on a bus right after school, headed towards my Aunt's house at the beach. I had promised to paint the place over the long weekend, and the house would be empty. I got off the bus, walked several blocks to the house and opened the door with the key my aunt had sent. Inside there was a note on the dining room table along with quite a bit of money. The note welcomed me, told me where the food was, and advised me that Patty's room was mine for the holiday weekend. Patty was the youngest of my three cousins. The other two, Cindy and Jo, shared another bedroom. They were twins, but not identical by any stretch of the imagination: Cindy was about my size and tomboyish while Jo was more willowy (and a lot more sexy!). I went into Patty's room and started opening drawers to find some space for me to unpack. As I should have guessed, every inch of them was packed with her belongings. I began to turn away when a strange feeling came over me. The sight of Patty's frills began to arouse me. I took a pair of her panties out and held them at arms length. I had an almost uncontrollable urge to put them on, but the thought was so unnerving that I dropped them back in their place instead. I had never actually worn girl's clothing in my life, although I admit I'd fantasized about it for as long as I can remember. As a little boy I would dream about being on a children's TV show with other boys. They would be dressed in cowboy outfits, though, while I was forced to wear white boots and a skirt. This scenario grew with time until it included girl's underwear, makeup and wig, but everyone always knew who I really was. I vividly remember every story I knew, where a boy was made to look and act like a girl. They excited me, when I pretended to take the boy's place, but I never had the opportunity in real life. This was it! I was alone in the house for several days with a nearly unlimited supply of feminine attire. The idea struck me with such force that I almost swooned. I started a systematic search of the bedrooms: there were skirts and dresses, blouses, sweaters, shorts, pants, jumpers and gowns. I found panties, bras, girdles, corsets and quite a few pieces of lingerie that I couldn't even identify. Pretty shoes seemed to be spilling out of closets and on Cindy's makeup table I even found her long blonde wig. In he bathroom I located one of my cousin's two-piece bathing suits and a bottle of Nair. In something like a frenzy, I stripped naked, read the directions on the hair remover and covered myself with it. I didn't touch the hair on my head, but I did rub it everywhere else. I waited the necessary time and wondered if I'd regret it later. I showered, watching my former hair swirl down the drain and looked at my legs, they were pink and shiny! I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to locate a towel. It struck me that I could dry on my Aunt's private sundeck, and more than that, I could do it wearing that little black bathing suit. I reached out and plucked the bottom half of it and put my feet through the leg openings. I wrestled it up around my hips before locating the bra. I slipped my arms under the shoulder straps and reached around behind me to fasten the s- hook. It took me several tries, but finally I had it closed and dropped my arms. It was then that I noticed I suddenly had breasts! A quick inspection of the bra cups soon revealed the foam rubber pads that were tucked under little flaps. I smirked; realizing one of my cousins was guilty of false advertising. I resisted the urge to look at myself in the mirror, afraid that I would look so hideous that I wouldn't go through with my plan of dressing up in girl's clothes for the weekend. Instead, I marched out to the sundeck and lay on a lounge chair. I had every intention of staying out there only long enough to dry off, but the warm sun and the wonderful feeling of wearing a girl's stretch swimsuit proved too much to handle. I sank into sleep, dreaming of lace and lingerie. I wound up staying out in the sun for over two hours. I finally awoke and one glance at my bright red shoulders told me I had a sunburn to attend to. I went back to the bathroom and stripped off the suit, then went looking in the medicine cabinet for some lotion to reduce the pain. Just before I opened the cabinet though. I caught a look at myself in the mirror and got a double shock! The sunburn faithfully outlined the bathing suit I had been wearing and now I had an indelible bra and panties for everyone to see! Worse, maybe, I had stupidly rubbed the hair remover all over my face and now I was left without eyebrows or eyelashes! My thoughts raced frantically. I could probably keep myself covered up until the sunburn faded, but how could I conceal my lack of facial hair? Makeup! I nearly ran to Cindy's makeup table. I quickly located what I was after: false eyelashes. Following the instructions on the tube of adhesive, I installed both upper and lower lashes. I sat back to examine the results and was crest-fallen at the outcome. I had eyelashes, all right, but they were enormous, fluttering, feminine things. In spite of myself I was excited by the girlish features and continued the process. Trying to recall my minimal knowledge of makeup, I brushed on some rouge, penciled in eyebrows and applied a generous coating of bright red lipstick. The results were grotesque, but decidedly feminine. As if in a trance, I walked over to Cindy's closet and took out a beautiful white peignoir. I slipped it on almost gracefully and reseated myself. I lifted the wig off the stand and slowly drew it down, watching my reflection all the while. It was amazing! Except for my awkward makeup I looked like a girl! More sexually aroused than I had ever been before. I decided to take off the peignoir, go to Patty's room and dress from the skin out. I quickly found a pair of blue panties that I had run across earlier and slipped them up around my waist. They were very tight, and strained against my rampant member, but this only seemed to heighten the pleasure. Next I put on a white cotton bra, but was disappointed in the flat chest that resulted. I remembered the bathing suit, though, and soon had the bra filled out with the falsies and was back in Patty's room. I picked out a pair of tan Pantyhose and glided them up my hairless legs. What a feeling! The pantyhose sizzled delightfully and seemed to mold the contours of my legs into a surprisingly feminine form. I stepped into one of her slips and hooked my arms through the shoulder straps before adjusting the pretty lace bodice about my new girlish bosom. In Patty's closet I selected my first dress: a pretty yellow cotton shirtwaist, I soon had it on and buttoned, even though the buttons were backwards, and I began to rummage for a pair of shoes, thrilling at the sensations my outfit gave me. I selected a pretty pair of white pumps with tiny heels, but as hard as I tried I couldn't force my foot into them. I tried on a pair of Jo's shoes too, but the results were just as disappointing. Thinking of Goldilocks I went to Patty's closet and withdrew a pair of her tan sandals with one-inch heels. I set them on the floor and slid one nyloned foot into them as carefully as someone testing the temperature of the ocean. The girlish footwear gave some resistance. I increased the pressure a little and pop, the shoe cradled my foot as if it had been bought especially for me. The second shoe quickly followed and I buckled the sandals' harness straps. I walked all over the house, then, admiring my girlish self in any mirror that I could find. My smooth legs in hose and girl's sandals thrilled me each time I looked. The skirt of my dress swirled around my slip and pantyhose as I practiced curtsying. My golden tresses tickled my ears and cascaded over my apparently ample bust. I was having the time of my life when suddenly my male member, tucked away beneath the layers of finery, started to throb with a life of its own. Having had no experience with such an occurrence (yet!) I was frightened. I decided to try to take my mind off of the present situation by turning on the TV and plunking down in a nearby chair. I soon found out that watching television in my current attire was a new learning experience. My skirt bunched up uncomfortably underneath and I could barely take my eyes off of my heaving bosom. When I did move my eyes, though, I saw a long expanse of nyloned legs ending in a feminine pair of shoes. The more I moved the more erotic the sight became. I finally decided to go to bed. I replaced the clothes and wig where I found them and did my best to remove my makeup. I finished in Patty's room and picked my pajamas out of my suitcase. The urge was still too great, though, and I wound up wearing something of Patty's: a pink baby doll nightie and bloomer set. I slept restlessly, dreaming of panties and petticoats. I dreamed of stern women corseting their sons and of brothers and sisters exchanging identities. When I awoke I found that my bloomers were sticky from some emission, but I still hadn't put it all together. I put my baby doll set in the wash hamper and set my mind to the house painting I was to do. Could I do it as a girl? I was enticed by the prospects. I went into Jo's closet to see what I could find. I stepped into a pair of her panties and hooked on a bra. I located my falsies and stared in the mirror. These were the basic underpinnings, I knew, but what would a girl wear to paint a house? I padded out to the living room and peeked out of the window. Across the street I saw a girl carrying a box in from her car. I decided to copy her outfit I put on one of Cindy's mannish shirts and tied the bottom into a knot. Next I struggled into a pair of Jo's cutoffs and looked at the result, I was poking out everywhere a girl should: my derriere was pushed out the back of the cutoffs while my breasts threatened to burst out of the shirt. I slipped on a pair of Cindy's anklets and tennis shoes, put on my wig and makeup (better this time) and tied a red kerchief over my hair. I was a little knockout! I went outside and went about my work. I got a little thrill each time someone passed by: I was afraid I'd be discovered as a boy in girl's clothing, but once they had glanced at me and walked on I smiled to myself at my success. I knocked off just after noon because of the heat and because I had an irresistible urge to try on something really feminine. After showering and wrapping myself in one of Jo's dressing gowns. I looked through the girl's rooms for something sexy. I located a fantastic mini-dress in Patty's closet, but the problem was shoes. Cindy was the only one my size and her taste was as tomboyish as her actions. All she had were loafers, sneakers, sandals and a pair of ballerina flats. What I really wanted was a pair of skyscraper heels. Despite the danger of discovery, I decided to buy a pair of heels while dressed as a girl. I wanted to look unremarkable so I began with a simple white bra from Cindy and pink cotton panties from Patty. After padding the bra I rolled on a pair of Jo's dark brown Pantyhose, then put on a rainbow tee and a denim wrap skirt. Last came Cindy's ballerina pumps, wig, and makeup. I surveyed myself critically in the mirror before adding a necklace and bracelet. My reflection looked OK, but I still had an unladylike bulge in the front of my skirt. Uncomfortable as it was. I resigned myself to a panty girdle. I found one in Patty's bureau and wiggled it up under my skirt. There was still a small lump, but I didn't think people would notice, so I borrowed a purse, put keys and some money in it and walked out the door. I strolled down to the business district like I had been wearing skirts and panties all my life. I was turned on by the bright sun flashing off my stockinged legs, but luckily Patty's little girdle kept me in check. The only incident was when a sudden oust of wind caught me from behind and whipped my skirt open where it was wrapped in back. Several people behind me got a free peek at my legs and girdled derriere. I must have blushed, but they were considerate enough not to say anything. I made it to a shoe store and swooned at the display window. There were at least twenty pairs of shoes that I wanted. Summoning my courage, I minced in and sat in the first chair. A pretty blonde with a nametag that said "Alice" came over and asked what I'd like to see. I whispered in a high-pitched voice that I wanted to try on the black patent leather high heels in the window and she asked my size. I gave her a look of incomprehension so she brought over a measuring device. I slipped my right foot out of my ballerina pumps and she measured it as a site nine. She gave me a funny sidelong glance as she went to the stock room. She returned and helped me into the glistening heels. I started to stand up and immediately fell back into the seat. I hadn't realized how difficult it was to walk in heels. I tried it again, only slowly, and managed to stand with bent knees. I hobbled around for a moment before Alice spoke. "I see that this will be your first pair of heels. Don't be self-conscious, all girls need to practice and your legs do look great." Encouraged, I listened as Alice explained how to put my weight on the heels and how to imagine I was walking a straight line. After some practice I got the hang of it. I indulged myself by trying on dozens of pairs: pumps in every shade and style, wedgies and even slides. I settled on a pair of yellow pumps. They had a closed toe with a pretty bow, ankle straps, and delightful four-inch heels. Alice wrapped up the purchase as I counted out the money from my purse. I took the package and my change and turned to leave when Alice broke the silence. "I hope you like your pretty little shoes, *Sir*." I froze for a second then turned and whispered. "What?" "Don't be offended, a sale is a sale and I want you to come back, but inside your girly outfit is a boy." I was defeated. "How did you know?" "Real girls know their shoe size. Besides, at your age we've been wearing heels for years. The clincher, though, was your Adam's Apple. Girls don't have them." I nodded dejectedly and apologized for any trouble I caused. "Don't be silly. I won't tell anyone. You can come in here wearing your pretties anytime at all. In fact. I'm somehow attracted to a boy in frills. You don't strike me as a macho threat like other guys do. Tell me what you're wearing underneath and don't leave out a detail!" Blushing. I described my underpinnings as Alice broke out in a grin. "Even panties!" She squealed. "My, you are quite a little lady, aren't you? Do you have any other outfits? I told her about my cousins' wardrobes and she smiled again. "I'd like to come over tonight and see you in your new shoes. You can put on a fashion show for me and I'll give you some feminine pointers. I may even bring over some 'interesting' items for you to try on. What do you say?" Happy beyond belief I agreed and gave her my address. As I was leaving, she added. "Wear something provocative and put that silly girdle back where you found it." I was on cloud nine as I walked back to the house. I mentally went through my preparations for Alice's visit and realized I didn't have much time to spare. I took the keys out of my purse and let myself in. I took off my wig and put it on its stand, then stripped down, carefully placing each garment where I found it. I filled the bathtub and, on a whim, added perfumed bath salts. I luxuriated as long as possible in the bath, but time was growing short so I reluctantly got out, toweled off, and again put on Jo's dressing gown. I wanted to look especially sexy for Alice, so I went to Jo's bureau for my lingerie and wasn't disappointed. I started with one of her French bras. This one was black lace with some wiring whose function escaped me. It hooked in front so I had a much easier time with it than the others. After installing my falsies I found a naughty garment that I later learned was called a Teddy. It also was black, with lace and garters at the wide leg openings. I stepped into the frilly morsel and hitched the straps over my shoulders. I was instantly aroused by the cool slithering feel of the lingerie on my member. I wondered whether I should put on a pair of panties underneath, but decided I liked the current state of affairs just fine! I found Jo's hosiery drawer and nearly took a pair at black nylons before deciding I'd look more like a hooker than a pretty young girl. I chose a pair of coffee stockings instead. I rolled them up just as I had seen my mother do and slid them up my hairless legs. I managed to figure out the front garters, but I had to stand and twist around to do the back ones. The affect was dramatic as the teddy was drawn taut by the tug of the garters. I glanced in the mirror and saw, at least from the neck down, the kind of person usually seen in girly magazines. It was Patty's room where I located a pretty raspberry mini slip. I raised the lovely item over my head, positioned my arms in the straps, and slid it down. Since I was bigger than Patty the fit was very tight, just as I had hoped. Makeup was next. I spent longer than ever this time and even experimented with blusher. The results seemed worth it. I unwrapped my wonderful shoes, slid them on, buckled the delicate ankle straps and stood up. My leg muscles weren't ready for the high heels, but after walking around for a few minutes they adjusted to their predicament. Now it was back to Patty's room for her lovely yellow mini-dress. It was a simple sheath with tiny puffed sleeves and a low squarish neckline embroidered with flowers. Getting into her dress was more of a problem than I thought. I managed to wiggle into the tiny garment, but the rear zipper seemed impossible to reach. I felt helpless and wondered if real girls had to have help to zip them up. Since help wasn't available. I thought for a few moments and hit upon an idea: I marched to the kitchen, hearing the sensuous sound of my heels clicking for the first time, and located some string. I tied the string to the zipper, ran it over my shoulder, grabbed the back hem of my dress with one hand and pulled the string with the other. It worked! The zipper closed, encasing me in the little mini- dress. I undid the string and returned to Cindy's room for my wig. I fitted it on my head and went as fast as my wonderful heels would let me to the full-length mirror. Dynamite! A pretty girl looked back! The first thing to catch your eye was her legs. She was perched on a pair of delicate yellow shoes and she was displaying her stockinged legs clear up to an amazingly short hem. Her slightest movement revealed the beginning of her stocking tops. If you could take your eves off her legs you would notice her dress. She seemed to have been poured into it. The material was stretched to the limit across her proud breasts and budding hips. The immodest neckline contrasted with the little girl sleeves and provided anyone who cared to look an unobstructed view of her raspberry lingerie. I was in heaven. I almost sat down to wait for Alice then decided that I didn't want to wrinkle my pretty dress before she saw it. With nothing better to do, I walked around the house like a frightened schoolgirl. I was constantly reminded that I was wearing feminine attire. While I was forced to concentrate on balancing on my new heels, my stockings whispered, as they rubbed together and tugged on my garters. Whenever I turned, the dress and slip would follow my shoulders and slide over my other underpinnings. Jo's darling little bra made its presence known with every breath and if I glanced down my view was obstructed by my bosom. The doorbell finally rang and my heart fluttered as I imagine a real girl does before her first date. I minced to the door and opened it wide. There was Alice burdened down with boxes. She was dressed in a mannish Madras shirt, black stretch stirrup pants and penny loafers. "Hi. Alice." I said in my best girlish voice. "Let me help you with those packages." "There's no need for that, sweetie, that's man's work, and as we both can see, I'm wearing the pants tonight. By the way, I don't even know your name." "Bob." I answered. She entered, set down her boxes and regarded me. "That's no name for a pretty girl. Let's make it Barbara. OK?" I nodded, blushing as she walked around me, taking it all in. "Barbara. You're certainly a knockout. For a boy, you did a credible job of choosing an attractive girls outfit. Lift up your skirt, dear, and let me see your pretty undies." I did as she asked, blushing even more if that were possible. "What a naughty little teddy, Barbara, and you even figured out how to wear stockings. I'm going to enjoy playing with them a little later. Drop your hem, honey, and show me where your makeup is. I'm going to doll you up just a little more." I led her to Cindy's room where she sat me down and wrapped a makeup cape around my neck. She put more lipstick on me and had me press them to a tissue. She brushed some baby powder over the result and repeated the lipstick and tissue. Next came a dark lip liner and three coats of clear lip-gloss. "See how kissable they look now? I made them larger with a Cupid's bow shape and you won't have to worry about having to reapply anything, no matter how often you're kissed, since it's practically permanent. Now let's fix up those eyes." She put on two different colors of eyeshadow, some mascara, and just the hint of eyeliner. "The purple and blue shadow brings out your bedroom eyes. Use it strictly for nighttime. During the day just a light coat of blue should be OK and go easier on the mascara. All you need now is jewelry." She rummaged through my cousins' belongings and returned with what she wanted. First came a yellow cloth choker necklace with a tiny bow in front. A charm bracelet followed, as did a delicate ankle bracelet. Finally she screwed on two enormous hoop earrings. "The ankle bracelet is like a signal that you're ready to make love. Only wear it when you want to attract the opposite sex." I followed her back to the living room where she sat down on the sofa and patted her lap. I sat down as directed and was immediately assaulted with kisses. Startled. I pushed Alice away and stood up. "Now, now Barbara." Alice mocked. "I appreciate your being maidenly, but real girls aren't that strong. Let's even the score." Saying that, Alice walked out of the room and returned with one of the girl's pink chiffon scarves. She tied my wrists together loosely and then fastened them to a floor lamp next to the sofa. She said that while she knew I could free myself that I should pretend I was helpless. She sat down and I again positioned myself on her lap, then she slipped her head between my tethered arms, put one hand behind my head, the other on my back, and kissed me long and hard With my wrists tied to the lame I could do nothing but stare up into her pretty face. This time I initiated the kiss. Suddenly I felt her hand on my knee. "I love a boy in skirts." Alice whispered as she planted kisses all over my face. "I get turned on when I think about helping him into his panties and petticoats and teaching him all the feminine arts. And you, Barbara, are more than I ever hoped for. You're not only sweet and docile, but you already like the idea of masquerading as a girl and you have the figure to carry it off!" As she was saying this. I wiggled helplessly as her hand traveled under my skirts, up my nyloned thigh and began toying with my garter tab. "Oh. Barbara. I'm so glad you chose stockings instead of pantyhose. We girls wear stockings when we want to feel extra sexy. Is that what you thought too?" I lidded my eves and nodded as Alice stroked my nyloned legs from ankle to thigh. She bounced me on her lap and when I was up in the air she pulled my skirt and slip over my fanny and flipped them up in front. She instructed me to look down and my hard-on raged eyen more at the sight of my delicate underpinnings. She rummaged between my legs for a few delightful moments before popping two snaps on my teddy. Her hand squirmed up until she had a light but firm grip on my member. "This is my little lie detector. Barbara, just think about my questions and I'll be able to tell the answer from this guy's reaction. "Do you like wearing your pretty outfit? Would you like me to help you into some other outfits? Would you like to go out together as two girlfriends? Do you want me to teach you how to be more believable? Would you like to make love to me? Dressed as a girl? Would you rather go out with a boy? Would you like some pictures of yourself in frillies?" "Well, Barbara, everything but going out with a boy seemed to be OK with you. I was hoping that that would be the case. Get up now, honey, and I'll take a few photographs of you in your darling mini-dress." She untied my hands and I did as I was told, posing for shot after shot. Alice had me pucker for the camera, tighten a garter, powder my nose and brush my hair. She then installed her camera on a shelf and set it on a timer. She joined me for several mundane poses then set the camera on "continuous". This done, she ran back, threw me on the sofa, and began ravishing me. I was so startled that I struggled, but she held down until the film was finished. "That was wonderful, darling'." She exclaimed. "I took care to keep my head out of the pictures, so they'll look like you were fighting for your maidenly virtue against your boyfriend. There should be some sexy shots of your pretty undies 'cause your legs were kicking and I made sure your skirts were out of the way. Now I want you to go back to the bedroom and take off all your pretty finery except your wig and makeup. Call me when you're ready and we'll get you into something else." Alice unzipped my dress before I Left. I slithered out of my dainties and returned each item to its proper place. While I was undressing, I heard Alice roaming around the house but thought nothing of it. Stark naked, I called to her. "Close your eyes, Barbara, and I'll give you a surprise." She answered. I waited, wondering what surprise she could mean. I heard her enter the room and come close to me. Next I felt something being draped over my male equipment and what felt like cords being run around my waist and between my leas. She told me to take a deep breath. As I did. I felt her grab the cords behind me and yank. Suddenly I felt my front being gathered then tugged down. I opened my eyes in alarm and grabbed my member. There was nothing there but a pink triangle! "Don't worry, Barbara. They're not gone, just hiding. I tucked you up so you wouldn't spoil the lines of the clothes I'm going to have you try on. See how effective it is?" So saying, she kissed me while rubbing my front. While my emotions were aroused, absolutely nothing was evident in my now girlish loins. Giggling at my impotence, she sent me into Jo's room where all sorts of garments were spread out on the bed. "We got rid your bump, now let's add a few that real girls have. I think I'11 corset you in rubber, just for the kinkiness of it." She picked up what looked like a lumpy black tube. I couldn't have been more than six inches wide. "This is designed to be tight on a size five, like me. You're at least a size nine junior miss, so I'll have a job wrestling you into this, but you'll thank me for it when you see the results." True to her word. It took nearly ten minutes of tugging and snapping before I was imprisoned in the figure-controlling corset. It looked something like a one- piece bathing suit with wide shoulder straps and high cut legs. The difference was the snaps that ran down the back and a flap that was pulled between my legs and attached at the waist in back. With the falsies installed. I had a figure that any girl would be proud of. Alice wasted no time. First she held out a white ruffled blouse for me to slip over my arms. I buttoned the cuffs on the three-quarter length sleeves while she buttoned me up in back. Next I was given a pair of gold support pantyhose and was instructed in their use. My outer garment had the look of orange corduroy coveralls, but they weren't designed to cover anything! The bottom was the absolute minimum in hot pants: the cuffed legs nearly reached the waistband of my pantyhose on the sides, and the rear was little more than a one-inch strap with a zipper. The bib, rather than cover my breasts, ended just below them so that the straps urged them out. Lastly she laced me into a pair of white high- heeled boots. Although they reached to my knees, they didn't provide any modesty, but only served to emphasize how much nyloned skin I was exposing above them. "Oh. Barbara, what a brazen hussy you are! There's certainly nothing boyish about you now, is there?" To prove her point she wrapped her arms around my waist, palmed my jutting rear in her hands, and ground her loin into mine while describing the kind of sexual activities a girl dressed as I was might enjoy with her boyfriend. I was blushing furiously when she let me go and picked up her newly loaded camera. "That's right, Barbara, keep that horny bedroom look. Think about your girly clothes and what boys would think if I sent you out looking like that." My male equipment was entirely inoperable and offered no outlet for my arousal. Alice took shots of me from all angles as I stood there frustrated and unfulfilled. Then she posed me bending over to tie my boots, with an embarrassing emphasis on my rear. I posed fondling my breasts, reaching for imaginary items high above my head, and reading a romance novel while lying on the floor on my stomach with one leg bent at the knee. When she had finished, she turned me over, spread my legs, mounted me as I supposed a boy would mount a girl and humped me for almost a minute. She helped me to my feet and patted me on the rear. "There, there, honey. When you dress like that you have to expect to attract attention. Now while I'm out of the room I want you to take off your pretty outfit and fold it up carefully. I want you to leave your corset on, but then you couldn't get out of it anyway." I removed the clothing and waited for Alice in nothing but my new corset. She soon returned with more boxes and began by attaching garters to the rubber corset. Next she gathered up black seamed stockings, had me insert pointed toes, and rolled them up my legs, gartering them tightly. I couldn't believe the shoes that Alice expected me to wear! The heels were at least six inches high and the black patent leather footwear looked too small. She explained that they would be uncomfortable, but girls put up with it if they wanted to be attractive. I squeezed my feet in but couldn't keep my balance. Alice was patient, though. And waited for me as she had in the shoe store. Soon I was strolling around as if I had been born in heels. Lastly she dropped a long black evening gown over my head and zipped me up. The dress had a high collar and nearly reached the floor. It was so tight on my legs that I couldn't walk normally, but had to take tiny, mincing steps. She held out her arm and I took it as I had seen girls do. We returned to the living room where Alice out an album on the record player and asked me to dance. She led, naturally, and I got a quick lesson about how much more difficult it is to dance backwards and in high heels. She held me close and made me describe each article of clothing I had on and how it felt for a boy to wear it. She blew in my ear as she outlined how she intended to teach me to flirt and then take me out in my hot pants outfit. When the last song had ended, she literally picked me up and carried me to my Aunt's bedroom where she helped me out of my gown and laid me on the large bed. She shucked off her clothes and joined me, stroking my nylons while she planted kisses on my made up face. Finally, she slid off my panties, popped open the restraining straps and watched my member spring up. "My, Barbara, are you just happy to see me or are you thinking about borrowing more of my clothes?" Alice rolled a condom on me before mounting my shaft and humping for all she was worth. I came with a tremendous rush of pleasure. She continued her rhythm. Milking every drop from me before she delicately dismounted. "That was fun. Honey." she said as she removed the condom and cleaned me up with a tissue, "next time we'll do it a little slower. Now I think you need some rest." She slipped off my heels, replaced my panties and covered me with a blanket, tucking me in. The lights were turned off and I soon fell into a deep, satisfied, sleep. I awoke with the sun, wondering where Alice might be. On the night table was a glass of orange juice and a note: Dear Barbara: I had a wonderful time last night. You'll be much better off posing as a beautiful girl full-time. I can't do much about what you do once you get home, but I've made sure you get there in style. I've taken your wallet and destroyed your clothes. I'll come back by to put you on the bus, but you'll travel as pretty little Barbara. You won't be able to get out of the corset I put you in, but I expect you to change your panties and nylons and start with the white camisole and slip set. I want you to wear the white ruffled blouse and short gray skirt that you'll find in the closet, and also those patent leather pumps that looked so adorable on you. See you at 8:00! Love, Alice The End