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Charley Into Cheryl by Cheryl Grey Chapter 1: The Beginning One year ago, my name was Charles Schmidt; I was a lawyer, just out of law school, working for a large firm in Los Angeles. This is the story of how all of that, plus many more things, changed. It began when I met Karen in June of last year. It was at a singles bar I had gone to a few times. I was sitting alone at the bar when in came a breathtaking woman: tall, about my height of 5 Feet 8, long brown hair, big breasts, slim rounded hips, and a beautiful face. She looked about 23; I found out later she was 24. She sat at the bar nearby. I moved over and without thinking said, "You're by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Can I by you a drink?" She coolly surveyed me up and down, then answered, "All right." I sat with her as we began talking. We quickly discovered a sort of affinity. I found out she was Karen Burke, a graduate student at UCLA in molecular biology. I deduced that she was smart; only later did I learn just how brilliant she was. We seemed to like many of the same things, so after a couple of drinks, I begged her: "Please have dinner with me." She smiled then said, "Sounds good, but let's go to your place first." I got an instant hard-on. Here was the girl I wanted. Inside my apartment, she stood expectantly in the center of the living room. I moved over to her, put my right hand on her ass, pulled her to me and kissed her. She kissed me back and opened her mouth for my exploring tongue. I ground my hard-on into her abdomen while my left hand cupped her right breast through her dress. We released the kiss and she moaned softly as my right hand slid her dress up and then slid into her panties to cup her ass. Releasing her breast, I used my left hand to unzip her dress at the back. She helped me pull the dress away from her chest and pull up her bra. I bent and took her right nipple in my mouth, lightly tonguing the taut tip at first, then strongly sucking it as she moaned a little and cradled my head with her hand. My prick felt like it was bursting from my pants. Letting go of my head, she undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and reached into my jockey shorts to grab my hard throbbing cock. I reached behind her, undid her bra, then pushed my left hand up under her dress to pull down her panties. Karen let go of me and stepped back. "Wait Charley, let me take off my clothes, you take yours off." As I took my jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and underpants off, I watched Karen undress. She made a production of pulling her dress over her head, then tantalizingly lowering the loosened bra, coyly hiding her breasts, then suddenly dropping the bra to stand straight up with those magnificent tits proudly displayed. Then swiveling her hips she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. Coming over to me, she grabbed my throbbing cock and led me to the couch where she leaned back, then reached up and pulled my face to her breasts. I wasn't slow to begin nuzzling and licking those firm breasts. Her nipples seemed to grow even harder and bigger in my mouth. My right hand drifted down to begin stroking her groin. When my fingers touched her labia, she began wiggling those smooth hips and she gasped when my finger slipped into her hot cunt. Then she tugged at my head; I lifted it and followed her hands to kiss her on the mouth as I lowered my body to hers. With my left hand, I grabbed my cock and rubbed its head against her vulva, eliciting sighs. Karen's hand drifted down, took my cock and guided it into her wet tunnel. As it entered, she lifted her hips. Moans of satisfaction arose involuntarily from her lips. Groans came from mine as I fucked my cock in and out of her tight cunt. My hips pounded harder and harder as she started shuddering; then as her internal muscles suddenly gripped me, with a yell, I came; my cock seemed to spurt forever. "Wow!" Karen whispered as soon as her breathing began to slow. "Wow!" I echoed. "That was fabulous." "I thought you might be good," Karen gasped, "but I had no idea how good." I was on top of the world. Here was the most beautiful girl I had ever known telling me how wonderful I was. It seemed like all things were possible and only good things would be happening from now on. Little did I know where this would lead. Karen and I began seeing a lot of each other. The sex was fabulous; we couldn't keep our hands off each other. As we went along we began searching for more variety. Not only in positions but also in places. First, it was all over my apartment and her apartment, at any time of the day. Then in my office, in her office, in her lab, in the broom closet at my office, in the men's room in my office, and others. Many of these were late at night when the chances of being surprised were small. It was all fun. One day, however, about the end of June, we went shopping at a local mall. It was a Saturday and the mall was moderately busy. As we entered the mall, Karen said, "I've go to go to the bathroom." Then she whispered, "Let's do it in the ladies' room." I was game. The ladies' room was down a hall. No one was visible. We walked to the door and Karen walked in. A moment later, she stuck her head out and waved me in. Inside, we went into a stall. I pulled my pants and jockey shorts down and sat down on the toilet. Karen pulled up her skirt, and pulled her pink panties off. The sight of her mound made my semierect prick point straight up. Karen straddled me, grabbed my cock in her hand, then lowered herself. My rockhard cock slipped right into her warm and already wet cunt. We both gasped even as we continued to listen for the sounds of anyone coming in. Then Karen began slowly posting herself up and down on me while I rocked my hips to push in and out. It began to feel better and better and soon we were gasping loudly, totally oblivious to the sounds around us. Harder and harder we moved while I felt like my cock just kept growing bigger and harder in her warm tunnel. Finally, I gasped, "I'm coming." Just as my cock spurted, I could feel Karen's cunt clasp me tightly as she shuddered with her own orgasm. While recovering, we heard high heeled footsteps coming along the hall and into the ladies room. Karen put her finger to her lips to shush me. We did not move or make a sound. The footsteps went into another stall, we heard the woman piss, then she walked out after running the water in the sink for a few moments. We quickly pulled up our clothes. Then Karen stuck her head out of the stall and said "All clear." We walked quickly out the door. "There you are!" a loud voice screamed. A fat woman with a name tag on her blouse walked rapidly over. Another woman was with her. "I had a complaint about indecent goings on in my rest room. I've already called the cops!" "I knew there was a Peeping Tom in there, I could see his shoes under the side of the stall," the other woman said, adding to Karen, "but what were you doing with him?" I grabbed Karen's hand and dragged her the other way, away from the main areas of the mall. We ran down the hall and out a side door into the parking lot and away from the mall. "That was embarrassing," I commented. "We've got to be more careful!" Karen bit her lip for a minute, then said, "We were caught only because that lady saw your shoes. We should have found a way to lift your feet from the floor. Better yet, we could make it look like you belonged. If you looked like a girl, no one would have said a thing." She stopped, looked appraisingly at my face, then stepped away and looked at me carefully. "You know, I'll bet we could make you look like a girl." "Oh, come on. I couldn't look like a girl! Even if I could, why? I'd be embarrassed." "If you looked like a woman, we could go everywhere together. We could do it almost anywhere." Karen's eyes were beginning to glow with excitement. "We could screw under everybody's noses and no one would know!" she exulted. I was a bit offended. I had long desired to consider myself a ladies' man. True I was not as tall as I would have liked; nor as husky; indeed, I could be said to be quite slim. While I did not have particularly broad shoulders or slim hips, my shoulders and hips were masculine enough. I had to shave every day, even though my blonde beard was not as noticeable as dark hair would have been. I had noticeable hair on my arms and legs. My only peculiarity was small hands and feet, and even those were not abnormally small for a man my size: 5 feet 8 and 145 pounds. "Let's go to my place and try," Karen continued. "Maybe it won't work, but it'll be fun to try." I hadn't wanted to go shopping anyway and by now I knew that Karen was relentless when she got an idea. I would not have peace until she went through with this. So I agreed, figuring that it couldn't work. We reached her apartment about a half hour later. Karen immediately tore into her bedroom. "Charley, take off those clothes and come into the bedroom." By the time I got my clothes off, she had pulled out some dresses and other things. Then Karen went to her dresser and took out a pair of blue nylon panties and tossed them to me. "Start with those." "I don't need these, do I? I mean, I only need outer clothes, not the underwear too, right?" "You know how often men look up women's skirts. We'll do it right." The thought of a man looking up my skirts was revolting but I wasn't about to stop her now. After all, we were in private and this wouldn't go very far. I slipped the panties on. Surprisingly they fitted well, although the bulge in front looked a little bit odd. They felt rather smooth and cool. Karen handed me a bra. "I can't wear your bra!" I protested. "That's just an old one. It's rather loose on me; I think it'll stretch. Just slip your arms through...like that...let me adjust the straps..... Now I'll fasten it." I felt foolish. "Hmm. Let's use your socks for falsies." Karen balled up a sock, stuck it in one cup, then put the other sock in the other cup. "That's not enough, is it?" she commented. Karen pulled some of her socks out of a drawer and proceeded to comfortably fill the bra cups. "Now for a dress...try this one," Karen muttered as she handed me a yellow dress. I pulled it over my head. It was an A-line dress, somewhat tight at the shoulders but very loose everywhere else. Karen walked behind me and zipped it up. "Shoes," Karen muttered as she rummaged in a closet. She finally pulled out a pair of medium-heeled brown shoes. "Charley, you have small feet, and these have always been too wide for me. Try them" To my amazement, I could get my feet in them. My toes felt crushed and I felt unbalanced, but I definitely I could put the shoes on. "Now for your hair." Karen pulled a long blonde wig out of a drawer and fitted it to my head. She brushed it into place with her fingers, then stood back to look at me. "You know," she said, "I think it will work. Look in the mirror." To this point, I had avoided looking at myself in a mirror, expecting to see a ridiculous figure. But when I followed Karen to the full length mirror behind her bedroom door and actually looked, I was amazed. The person in the mirror looked like a girl! A rather plain girl, true, but definitely female. The dress hid my slim hips while my falsies looked like the real thing. My legs were slimmer than I thought, particularly in feminine shoes. "Okay," Karen said, "Now we go out to dinner at Bagoni's as planned." Bagoni's was one of our favorite places; we had planned to go there that evening. "No!" I shouted. "I can't go out like this!" I was still looking in the mirror in fascination. I couldn't believe it. Karen laughed, "Of course not." I sighed in relief. "Your arms and legs are too hairy and I'm not sure that that is the best dress for you," Karen continued. "Besides you need some makeup. Come, let's start again. Take the wig and the clothes off." While I undressed, struggling with the zipper on the dress, Karen also undressed. She was done in plenty of time to help me undo the bra and pull down the panties. By this time, with Karen naked in front of me, I was big and hard again. Karen gave my cock a kiss. "What a lovely thing. But it'll have to wait a little. Now, Charley, into the shower, I'm going to make you smooth, like a girl." By now I was intrigued with the thought of successfully passing as a girl. Could I do it? How would people treat me? I could learn how the world treated women. It could be viewed as an experiment. So although I protested, I followed Karen into the bathroom, where she proceeded to use my razor (left there for emergencies, of course) and my shaving cream to shave my face with great care. When she was done, she put the razor down and came back with a tweezers which she pushed toward my left eyebrow. "What are you doing?" I protested. "Just pulling out a few extra hairs. You'll never miss them." "No way. Shaving is one thing. The hair will grow back. But no pulling hairs out." "Oh well, then, I'll have to cut them." She came back with a pair of hair scissors and trimmed my eyebrows, then cut small hairs out of my ears. Karen then looked at my arms and suggested, "Instead of shaving, let's use Nair." She proceeded to spread Nair all over both arms, then made me rinse them off in the sink. "Sit on the toilet. I'll have to use the razor on your legs, I guess, since we don't have enough Nair," Karen said as she wiped shaving cream on my right leg. As she shaved, Karen constantly touched me with her body, hips, tits, ass. My cock came in for a large amount of fondling and contact. I was as hard as a rock. When she finished my left leg, Karen knelt between my legs and slid her fingers up and down. "Feel how smooth they are." It felt good. It felt better when she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and began licking and sucking. First, she sucked the tip, then licked up along the underside, flicking her tongue, then licked my balls, before going back to the head. It was maddening. I reached down and grabbed her right breast with my left hand and put my right hand in her hair. My hips began swiveling involuntarily as her hot mouth teased my cock. I began to feel like it would burst. When I came I grabbed her head with both hands and held her still while I fucked her mouth and pumped my come into her. When I let go, Karen looked up at me with a smile and said, "That tastes good." We both got into the shower. My arms and legs felt tingly and amazingly sensitive. The water showering on them was an exquisite, almost painful, sensation. As we washed, I soaped Karen's back and front, then slipped a finger into her cunt. When the water rinsed the soap away, I took her left breast in my mouth and sucked the nipple to hardness, even while my probing finger was moving up and down in her loosening hole. When I moved to the right breast, I slipped another, then two more fingers into her and began moving them faster and faster. By this time, she was gasping and her hips were moving in circles. I kept it up until suddenly her body tensed all over, she gave a small cry and, with a sigh, relaxed. Once out of the shower, both pleasantly sated, we dried each other slowly, then moved into the bedroom. "You'll have to wear pantyhose and a slip for the restaurant, but I think it will be better if we restrain that cock with panties too," Karen said. "Put your panties and bra back on." By this time, I had accepted the challenge and was willing to try to pass as a girl. Without a protest, I slipped on the blue panties. The smooth material felt exquisite as it slipped up my sensitive legs. Karen didn't offer to help me hook the bra; she put on her own bra while smiling at my contortions. Eventually, I succeeded in hooking it myself. "Those socks were not very good as falsies," I said. "Let's use something else." "How about some pantyhose," Karen said as she handed over four pairs. I put them in, then Karen came over and rearranged them, then finally said, "That should do." "Now," she said. "Try this slip. It's loose on top for me and should be the right length since we're almost the same height." With her help, I slid the white slip over my head and down into place. The top was tight, the hips were loose, and the shoulder straps needed to be lengthened, but I could wear it. The smooth nylon felt exquisite against my sensitive skin and I could feel the slip slide against my panties. "Now for pantyhose," Karen announced. She handed me a tan pair. "To put them on, you first roll them like this...then slip one foot in...pull it part way up the leg....roll the other leg...that's right....slip the foot in...then pull them all the way up. Now adjust them by pulling, like this." I had never felt anything like the pantyhose. They hugged my sensitive legs all over. With them on, I walked around the room. I was constantly aware of them, and of the slip sliding across them, and of my legs rubbing together. "Now for your hair and makeup," Karen announced. Karen took the wig, fastened a small glue strip to the front of it, then carefully placed it on my head. "It's good your hair is so short now," she said. This wig covers it beautifully. I want to brush it carefully. This won't take long." The wig was long and wavy. In a few moments, she had finished. "Now, let's see, sit on that chair. The light's good there," Karen ordered. I sat and she began to work on my face. "First, you need some eyebrow pencil to shape those eyebrows. I wish you'd let me pull a few hairs." "No!" "All right....That's good. Now for some eyeshadow. Close your eyes and hold still....Still!" I had moved. "Okay, keep your eyes closed while I put on eyeliner...Not perfect, but no one will notice. If we do this again, you put on your own eyeliner. Now for mascara...hold your eyes open...that's one...there. Now for some makeup to cover that stubble...good...a tiny bit of rouge here....and here...and finally, a demure lipstick. Open your mouth... right." Karen stood back and said, "God, Charley, you've got to look at yourself now." I looked at the mirror at her dressing table. I was dumbfounded. The girl looking back at me wasn't a knockout, but she was definitely pretty. She had soft blonde wavy hair circling an oval face with almost luminescent eyes. The cheeks looked smooth and healthy and the lips looked very kissable. "You'll knock them dead, Charley. I'm not sure I want to be seen with you," Karen said. I was both excited and dismayed. Based on my face, I could certainly pass as a girl. But was this the true me? I had been called a pretty boy before, but I had never thought of myself as girlish. There was nothing to do but go on. Karen quickly put her own slip on over her bra and pantyhose, then sat at the mirror to brush her hair and put on her own makeup. Then she said, "I'm going to wear this blue dress. Based on the way the yellow dress fit you, I think you can wear this skirt and top." The skirt was a tan A-line with an elasticized waist. The top was a white knit that hung over the skirt. I stepped into the skirt, pulled it to my waist, then on Karen's instructions, pulled it up so I could pull the slip down and smooth around my waist. I slipped the top over my head and pulled it down. It stretched over my falsies. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I was not only pretty but rather sexy also. "I'm afraid you'll have to wear the same shoes you tried on before," Karen said as she pulled her own dress on and slipped into her shoes. "You can use this purse." I slipped on the shoes while watching her put on a bracelet, earrings, and her watch. "What about jewelry?" I asked, "and something in my purse?" "Your ears aren't pierced so you can't wear any of my earrings.... hmm...try this bracelet on your left hand. I don't have an extra watch. As for something in your purse, put this comb and this lipstick in, put some of those tissues in, and throw your wallet in, we may need money you know." I did all that, then walked over to the full length mirror. It was not Charley Schmidt there but an unknown, good-looking girl. I felt my cock begin to rise. "Uh, oh. My cock's visible," I said. "Is it? So it is, you naughty girl. If you can't control yourself, maybe you can tuck it under." I pulled up my skirt and slip, slid my hand into my pantyhose and panties, and tucked my stiffening cock underneath. It was difficult and a little painful, but when I smoothed my skirt into place, no disfiguring lumps were visible. We were ready. Karen drove to the restaurant in her car, just in case we were stopped. On the way, she commented, "Remember, don't talk much. Your voice is too low. Maybe you can raise it?" "I don't know, how's this?" "You squeak. You're forcing it too much." "How about this?" "That's better. You could almost get away with that. Can you keep it up?" "I'll try, but you better signal me if I slip." "I'll talk to the waiters for us, just in case." Many eyes, mostly male, turned to look at us when we walked into Bagoni's. It was embarrassing to have so many people look at me. Following Karen's example, I tried to appear to pay no attention. As the hostess led us to our table, I could feel the eyes of all the waiters and half the diners follow us. I could feel my skirt swishing about my pantyhose clad legs, I could feel the long hair moving on my ears, head, and shoulders, and I was conscious of the two bumps on my chest, particularly when I realized that at least half the men staring at me were looking at my chest. I was also concerned that I would fall over. Even though these were not high heels, I felt a bit unsteady. We sat; Karen ordered glasses of wine and then our dinners. Then Karen winked at me and said, "Now's the time. Let's go to the ladies' room. Take your purse with you." Obediently, I rose, took my purse, and followed Karen. Two women were in the ladies' room so I went into a stall while Karen looked at herself in the mirror. I pulled up my skirt and slip, pulled down my pantyhose and panties, then sat on the toilet. While waiting, I peed. In a few moments, I heard both women leave, then Karen knocked. I opened the stall door and sat down again. She hurried in and closed the door. Then she quickly stripped off her pantyhose, hung it from the hook, and climbed onto my lap. My cock was hard again. Her face was shining as she lowered her already sopping cunt onto my hard cock and began posting up and down. I was beginning to thrust harder and harder when we heard the door opening. We stopped and Karen lifted her legs so that they would not be visible. In a few moments, we heard the toilet flush and then the footsteps left. We started moving again, faster and faster, until Karen grew rigid, her cunt squeezed my cock and I squirted a gallon into her. When we quit shuddering, Karen got off, wiped herself, put on her pantyhose and shoes and went out. I wiped myself, pulled up my panties and tucked myself in, pulled up and smoothed my pantyhose, then pulled down and smoothed my slip, skirt, and blouse. When we came out, Karen looked at my face carefully and said, "You must have tried to kiss me, your lipstick is mussed. You'd better fix it." While I fixed my lipstick, ever so carefully, Karen looked over her own makeup. Another lady came in and, without a glance at us, went into a stall. Going back to the table, Karen whispered to me, "See, we did it." Our wine was there when we came back and our dinners followed shortly. I didn't pay much attention to what I ate. It was both exhilarating and strange. I kept worrying that someone would guess that I wasn't a girl. Why didn't they see through my disguise? Yet, at the same time, I felt wonderful, thinking that I'm fooling all of these people. Karen kept teasing me with statements like, "That man over there, the goodlooking one. No, don't turn. He keeps staring at you with lust in his eyes." She was terribly excited to think that we were fooling everybody. I hardly answered; not only was I afraid that I would be overheard and that my voice would give me away, but also I kept concentrating on doing things right. To keep from begin discovered, I tried to move the way Karen did. I kept my knees primly together under the table, even when Karen tried to push her foot under my skirt. To Karen's amusement and my embarrassment, our waiter kept trying to get me to look at him. Karen said, "You really must say something to him and smile at him. You can't act like a shy baby all the time." So, when he cleared our dessert plates away and asked me, "Everything all right, miss?", I plucked up my courage and tried my feminine voice, "Just fine," and smiled. I watched him anxiously to see whether he noticed anything wrong. He just smiled happily back as if my approval made his evening. Apparently, my voice and my smile had passed. We paid and walked out. I felt only slightly more confident wobbling to the door on the way out than on the way in. So many men, and some women, watching me. Still, we made it out, got the car, and drove to Karen's. Karen was ecstatic. "We did it! You were perfect, Charley! No, we can't call you Charley, you need a girl's name. How about Cheryl?" "I like the name Cheryl, but I won't need it. I don't think I want to do that again. I was petrified the whole time. All those men staring at us!" "They do it to me every day. Besides, it's nice. It gives a girl confidence." "It didn't give me confidence. You really think that everyone thought I was a girl?" "Yup, and a beautiful one at that. You were marvelous. I love you; you're so pretty as Cheryl, and that big cock of yours does wonderful things to me." As soon as we closed Karen's apartment door, she grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth, driving her tongue in. My cock immediately tried to stand at attention, but twisted under as it was, it was very uncomfortable. I pulled up my skirt, pushed my hand in my pantyhose and panties and pulled it up in relief. Karen let go of me and smiled, then led me by the hand to the bedroom and said, "Lie down on the bed, Cheryl. I'm going to make love to you." I lay down as directed. Karen kicked off her shoes and quickly pulled off her dress, slip, pantyhose and bra. She gently took my shoes off, pushed up my skirt, and pulled my pantyhose down far enough to expose my crotch. Then she pulled my hard cock out through the left leg hole of my panties and took it gently in her mouth. "What a strange thing for a pretty girl to have, Cheryl," she said, "I'm going to have to do something with it." Keeping her hand on my cock, she straddled me, and lowered her breasts to my mouth. Her nipples were already hard. I began sucking the right nipple, as she gently rubbed my cock with one hand and felt my curls with her other. "That looks strange, a girl sucking my tit," Karen said. The she lifted her hips and lowered herself onto me, guiding my cock into her hot cunt. It slid right in, she was sopping wet. I started to thrust, but Karen said, "Wait, Cheryl, I'm making love to you. Let me take the lead, like girls let guys do." She started rotating her hips on my cock, then began posting up and down. I slipped my hand between us to touch her clit. She immediately pushed down and ground herself against me and shuddered in orgasm. It felt strange, the smooth cloth of the panties, the bra and falsies on my chest, and the hot cunt devouring me. I was more excited than I can remember being. Karen began to gasp and moan. So did I. She began posting up and down again, faster and faster. My cock grew harder and harder and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting in time with her movements. My cock swelled and with a yell, I came. My spasm went on and on. Karen sensed me coming, began moving frantically, then with a loud gasp stiffened and moaned as her own orgasm overtook her. As we relaxed, she nipped my shrinking cock with her cunt a few times, then said, "That was fantastic! I seemed to come and come. The last was the best. Cheryl, you're great." "You mean Charley, don't you? I did this once to please you and see what it was like, but I'm a man, remember. In fact, I'm going to get this outfit off right now." Karen didn't say anything, only smiled, as she watched me pull off my pantyhose and panties, take off the wig, pull off the skirt, pull the top and slip over my head, and struggle to get the bra unhooked. When I was naked, I went into the bathroom and washed the makeup off my face. It was a relief to see Charley's face staring at me from the mirror. Karen snuggled contently against me when I got into bed and we both fell asleep. Chapter 2 - Attending a Wedding Over the next two weeks, things seemed to return to normal. The hair on my arms and legs grew back; my work continued as before and Karen and I saw each other constantly. That Saturday had been quite a day. During the next two weeks, the thoughts and sensations of that day kept returning to me. Obviously, Karen remembered it too. She would teasingly call me Cheryl when we were alone. Then one evening, at dinner at my place, Karen said, "Diane Montgomery is getting married. I've been asked to be her maid of honor." "Who's Diane Montgomery?" I asked. "She was my best friend in college. She's getting married in Phoenix, where her parents live, two weeks from Saturday, I'll have to go there on Friday and come back on Sunday. Why don't you come along, so I can get my loving?" I thought for a moment, then said, "But what will I do there? I don't know anybody. Where will you stay?" "Diane has invited me to stay at her house." "But then we can't be together, can we? You won't get much loving if you're tied up with the wedding and we have to sleep apart." Karen frowned for a second, then grinned and said slyly, "You could go as Cheryl." "What!" I spluttered. Karen quickly added, "Then we could be together through the whole weekend. You could sleep with me at Diane's and you could spend Saturday with me and the other girls in the wedding." I searched for an excuse. "I couldn't pull it off; I'd be afraid. I don't want to try. It's undignified." "You? Dignified?" Karen said. "Besides if everyone thinks you're my girlfriend, there won't be any trouble. None of these people know you and you were perfect the other night." "No," I started, but Karen cut me off, "Come on. It'll be fun for both of us. You know you liked fooling everybody. It'll be an adventure." When she said that, I suddenly realized that I probably would enjoy the adventure. I had been more scared and befuddled that first time than at any other time in my life. But it had worked and I had enjoyed the intense emotions, including the intense sex with Karen. "How can it work?" I quibbled. "Last time, it was just one dinner. I didn't have to talk. I was barely able to march through the restaurant on those heels. You don't have enough clothes for me for a whole weekend." "We can take care of all that," Karen answered. "We'll have to get you some clothes and you'll have to practice walking and talking. We've got enough time and you have me to teach you. It'll be fun." She certainly seemed excited at the idea. I realized that she really liked the idea of transforming me, of creating a new person. "All right, I'll try," I sighed. "I expect I'll regret this." "You won't," said Karen. Little did either of us know where this whole thing was leading. We decided to shop for clothes for me that Saturday. On Saturday, I came to pick up Karen. She insisted that I come in to get dressed. "After all," she said, "you can't try on women's clothes as a man." I had expected that she would buy all the things, then have me try them on at home. Since I had agreed to the affair, I realized that I had little choice. Karen said, "Yesterday, I bought some Nair so that we can de-hair your arms and legs. Get undressed and come into the bathroom." We went through the full operation again, including shower and lovemaking. At least the transformation process itself was a lot of fun. Then Karen handed me a pair of white nylon hi-cut panties with lace portions and the same bra I had worn before. "The panties are yours now, a little gift from me." Karen grinned. I pulled the smooth panties up, tucked my cock under, then struggled to hook the bra. When I asked Karen to help, she just grinned and said, "No way. You have to be able to do it yourself." When I got the bra on, Karen handed me two pieces of foam rubber. "These are falsies women put in their cups to make their boobs bigger. We'll put socks or something behind them, but they should give your breasts better shape." I put the falsies in, then wadded some rags Karen handed me behind them. I must admit they did give a better shape to my breasts. Then Karen fitted the wig I'd used before on me, showing me how it fitted and how the adhesive was to be used. Then she sat me down in the same chair to make me up. This time, however, she instructed me in everything. "First, you must shape your eyebrows with eyebrow pencil. Can't I pull some of these hairs out?" she said frowning at my eyebrows. "No!" I said. "I want to be able to return to being a man." "All right. Hold still while I cut the worst of them. ... Now, look in the mirror, watch how I use the eyebrow pencil. ... There. Now for your eyes. During the day, you don't need eyeshadow, but a little mascara will be good. Let me do your eyes, then you watch while I do mine. Close your eyes and keep them closed. ... Now open them and let me put mascara on. No, keep the eyes open. ... There. ... Now watch me. ... First, I'll do my eyebrows. See the delicate arch. ... You have to be careful. It takes practice. Now, mascara. This is easier. See!" "You make it look awful easy," I said. I doubted that I would ever be able to do it as easily. "I'll have to have you do it for me." "No way!" Karen answered. "When we're at Diane's, I won't have time to do both of us. You'll have to learn. Now watch me put on my face makeup. You can put on yours too with me. It's easier than the eyes and you might as well practice." "All right," I sighed. "What first?" "Take a small amount of this liquid on your fingers and gently spread it over your cheek, like this." Karen put makeup on her right cheek then her left. I poured a little out, and began spreading it, it wasn't enough. "That's right," Karen said. "Use a little more and blend it. Good! Now for the other cheek." I seemed to get it smooth; Karen approved. "Now a little blusher like this," she said as she rubbed a small amount of rouge over her cheeks. "That's too much. Let me wipe some off. ... There. Try it again. ... That's good. Now the other. ... That's right. Very good, Cheryl. I had better use that name to get both of us used to it." "Now for some pale lipstick. This'll do. Watch me. Over the lips carefully like this. Here you try it." Karen handed me the lipstick. Trying to imitate her, I put it on. Karen looked. "No, that's not straight. Let me wipe off this corner. ... There. Now a little right there. ... Good. Now we're done." Karen went to the closet and took out the yellow shift she had given me the very first time. "This will be all right, I think. You put it on while I get dressed." I slipped the dress over my head and went through terrible contortions to get it zipped in back. The dress still felt tight around my chest and loose in the hips. It came to the middle of my knees. By the time I got the dress on and zipped, Karen had lowered her big breasts into a bra and deftly hooked it in back. Then she pulled on a pair of pink panties, pulled a red T shirt over her head, then pulled on and buttoned a white skirt. She went to the closet and pulled out two pairs of shoes. "You'll have to wear the same ones as last time, even though they are not quite right with that dress. They're the only pair wide enough for your feet." We slipped on our shoes. Then Karen looked me over critically and said, "You'll do, Cheryl. Look at yourself." We both stood in front of her full length mirror. I was as astounded at myself as I was the first time. The person standing next to Karen was a girl. True she had slim hips and slightly broad shoulders, but she was undeniably feminine. And pretty too! "You know, Charley, uh, I mean Cheryl, you look better in that dress than I do. It's yours." "Here's your purse," Karen said as she handed me one. "Put your wallet in so we have money. You did bring cash, didn't you? It would look odd to pay with a credit card with a man's name on it." "I have a bunch of cash," I answered. "But remember I had not planned to shop as Cheryl." "Well, if we don't have enough, I'll put it on my credit cards and you can pay me back." As we walked out of the apartment and down to my car, I realized that I felt no more confident walking on heels than I had the first time. I said, "You had better drive. Not only is your license valid but I'm not sure I can do it in these shoes." Karen laughed. "Okay. But you'll get used to heels soon. Probably by the end of the day. Also, remember to use your feminine voice. Be Cheryl!" When I got out of the car at the mall, those fierce doubts returned. When we walked in, I was terribly conscious of the skirt of my dress swishing around my legs, of my unsteadiness as I took unaccustomed short steps on my heels, of the hair swishing around my head and shoulders, of the purse on my arm, and of the large bumps on my chest. As soon as we entered, I again noticed that many people looked at us; most of the men looked at my chest. Many smiled at me. I ignored them, not knowing how else to deal with the unwanted attention. We went first to a large department store. "We'll start with basics," Karen said. "First, underwear. You'll need three pairs of panties and three pairs of pantyhose to be sure of having enough. We already know your size, since mine fit you perfectly. We'll get the panties here and get the pantyhose at another store." We bought some simple nylon hi-cut panties in pink, blue, and white, size six. Then we walked over to the bras. There were so many, I didn't know where to start. Karen said, "You need plain ones which cover the whole breast. A little bit of padding would help also. Something like this should do. What do you think?" She picked out three styles. "You'll have to try one on, of course. Bras are all different. Once you find a flattering style, stick to it. Many just won't look good on you. Let's see. I wear a 36C. I think you should try a 38B. It should fit you better and you won't get quite as many stares. Here are three. Let's go try them on." I felt some trepidation as we walked past the woman collecting garments into the try on room. But she only looked at us absently and didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Inside, Karen helped me unzip my dress and pull it down. Then I unhooked my bra, slid it down my arms, and put on one of the new ones. It seemed to hook almost easily. It was a lot more comfortable. Karen took one look and said, "That's much better. It must feel better than my old one does. Try the others, now." We finally decided on the first bra. It had fiberfill and flowers patterned in it. I pulled Karen's old bra back onto my arms and hooked it in back, readjusted the filling, pulled my dress on, and let Karen zip me up. We walked out and picked out two more bras of the kind we had chosen. Then we found a full slip and a half slip for me, both simple and white. I protested, "How about some colored ones? Say black or flesh colored?" Karen put me down. "White is traditional and virginal. It seems appropriate for a newborn girl, doesn't it? Now, you'll need a nightgown." We looked at nightgowns. I finally choose a smooth blue nylon waltz length gown, size medium. It had some white trim around an open neck. It was rather pretty. We paid for the panties, bras, slips, and nightgown, then found a ladies' room where I took off Karen's bra and put on one of the new ones. I felt much better. "Now for some outer clothes," Karen announced. "You'll need a good dress for the wedding and reception, and some sport clothes for traveling and other times. Let's look for the good dress first. Let's try a size 12, I usually wear a 10 or a 12, so that should be right." When we found the tall misses dresses, Karen commented, "Cheryl, I think you want to buy something with a full skirt to disguise your slim hips." I picked out two dresses that I thought were pretty. Karen found another in size 10. We went to the try on room where I tried all three on. Only one of the size 12's looked good on me; we both liked it. It had a full skirt and a plain top with a modest scoop neckline and short sleeves. The length was good too. The material was a dacron pink floral print on a white background. "What do you think Cheryl? Do you want some casual dresses, skirts, or pants for the rest of your wardrobe? I really don't think pants would be a good idea, though. You have the dress you have on. I suggest getting a couple of skirts and blouses. Then you'll be able to mix and match, maybe." We looked through the skirts, finally picking out three, then looked through the tops and picked out three that matched. This time I marched into the try-on room by myself; Karen stayed to look at things for herself. When I tried the skirts on, I found that I liked only one, a blue A-line that came to my knees. But I had real trouble buttoning it. I screwed up my courage, walked out, and called Karen while leaning around the door. When she came in, I said, "This looks good but I can't button it. Maybe I need a larger size." "It does look good on you. But a larger size wouldn't help. Look how it's a bit loose in the hips. Let me see. I think if we move the button a little, it'll be fine. Try the top." The top we picked out fit fine, it was a white sleeveless knit. Then Karen said, "Look at this dress I found for me. I'll try it on and you can tell me what you think." Karen faced away from me as she took off her top and skirt. I came up close behind her, slipped my right hand into her panties and my left hand under around her to cup her left breast through her bra. She turned her face to me and grinned and wiggled her ass against my hand. With my left hand, I undid her bra and reached around again to grasp that left breast. I felt her nipple hardening against my palm. My right hand was caressing her slit while she spread her legs to give me better access. I kissed the back of her neck and as I felt her cunt grow moist, began to work first one, then two fingers in and out. Karen's breathing began to grow ragged. My cock was now hard as a rock and pressing against my panties. It had slipped out from under and was standing straight up. I could feel that the head of it was actually above the waistband of the panties. I let go of Karen for a second to pull her panties to the floor. She stepped out of them while I pulled my own down to my knees. I pushed her back so she bent over a little farther, leaning against the wall with her legs spread. Holding my cock with my right hand, I guided it into her from behind. We both gasped as it slid in easily. I could see it going in and out of her cunt when I lifted my skirt. The warm tightness of Karen's cunt felt so smooth and exciting. I began moving faster as the pressure grew. Karen let out a low moan then began wiggling her hips from side to side. My cock swelled and I shoved it in as far as I could. It felt like it exploded in her. Karen stiffened, then shuddered, as she came at the same time. When it subsided, she turned around and I kissed her breasts. She smiled contentedly and said, "You've mussed your makeup a little. Don't worry, I'll fix it." Karen tried on her dress; it didn't look very good on her, so she decided not to get it. I picked out some more skirts and tops and finally chose another set. The skirt was black, much like the blue one, and I got a white cotton shirt to wear with it. "We're finished in here," Karen announced. "Let's get lunch." We decided to take the bags to the car first. Then when we returned, we went together to the ladies' room. There were five or six women in there. We had to wait for stalls. When I finally got my turn, I stepped in, closed the door, and, without thinking, stepped up to the toilet as I always did. I stopped only when I couldn't find my fly zipper. I realized that even if I could pull up my skirt and pull down my panties, it might look odd if anyone noticed that I peed facing the toilet. So I turned around, pulled my panties down, hiked up my skirt, and sat down. I pushed my cock through and let go. It was a relief. I would have to get used to this. As I sat there, I realized that women did this every day. When I came out, I checked my makeup and hair again, just in case Karen's earlier repairs needed more help. We were soon out. We went to the McDonald's in the mall for lunch. I found a table, wiped it off, and waited for Karen to get our food. While waiting, I realized that I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable. Even though that man over there and that one over there were staring at me, it didn't bother me as much. I no longer was so immediately aware of my bare legs or the hair on my shoulders. I told Karen this when she sat down. "Yeah, I noticed," she said. "But you're not being careful enough with your voice." "Oops!" I whispered. "How's this?" "That's better. Try to remember, Cheryl." "Next we need accessories," Karen announced when we got up to leave. "You need two pair of shoes, a purse, a wallet and some other things to go in your purse, and a wig. On second thought, why don't you use that one, it looks better on you than on me. I always wanted to be blonde but I'm not cut out for it. That wig is perfect for your coloring. Okay, off for shoes." We went into a shoe store, looked at the shoes, I chose a couple pairs, then sat down. When the salesman came, I plucked up my courage to say in my feminine voice, "You'll have to measure my feet. I'm afraid I have an odd size." I slipped off Karen's shoes. He pulled out the measuring instrument, put my right foot on it and asked me to stand. "You have a wide foot, miss. You take a ten E. We don't have many styles in that size." "How about these?" I asked, picking up a pair I had picked out. "I don't think so," he replied. "Let's see, I can give you these and those, and I think, those." I ended up choosing a plain white pump with medium heel for my good shoes, and a pair of brown loafers for casual shoes. I left the store wearing the loafers. "You did very well. Your voice didn't slip once." Karen congratulated me. "I really think you can do it with a little more practice." We then stopped in a drug store where Karen picked out three pairs of pantyhose for tall women for me, noting, "We don't need expensive pantyhose. I always buy L'Eggs, they are fine. This is summer so we don't want anything too dark." Then she paused, "Wait a minute. Maybe we better get you control tops. That might take care of your unladylike problem." She grinned at me and I could feel my cock stir. It was the first time in hours. Before the end of the afternoon, we bought me a white leather purse, a small mirror, a comb and brush for my hair, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, a set of eyeshadows, two different lipsticks, liquid makeup, rouge, mascara, perfume, women's deodorant, and several cans of Nair. When I complained about the cost of the purse, Karen noted, "You don't want to look cheap, do you?" We also bought a simple gold chain for my neck, a matching bracelet, and a pair of clip-on earrings to go with my shoes, purse and good dress. We finally left the mall at about 6 PM. I wanted to go to Karen's. She insisted we go to my apartment. "I thought we could keep all of this at your place," I said. "If someone sees it, I'll be terribly embarrassed." "These are your clothes, not mine," she answered. "Besides you've got to practice wearing them, putting on makeup, and doing all the other things a girl does every day." "Besides," she said, sliding across the car seat to me, slipping a hand under my skirt and rubbing my cock, "I like Cheryl, she has a big prick to satisfy me." We got home quickly, hung my dress, skirts, and tops in my bedroom closet, and put my underclothes and other things away in my drawers and closet. Then Karen came up to me and kissed me hard driving her tongue into my mouth. Then she broke off and said, "I want you to model all your new clothes for me. I get so turned on thinking about your hard cock in those clothes." We had idly planned to go out for dinner that evening. We didn't make it. The next morning I got up to run a little while Karen was still in bed. I washed my face first to be sure that whatever makeup was left after the lovemaking of the night had come off. I usually would simply wear yesterday's underpants under my shorts so that I could put on clean clothes when I showered after running. But yesterday's underpants were still at Karen's. "What the hell," I said to myself, as I pulled on yesterday's panties. "No one will notice." I noticed, however, how smooth and light they felt. When I returned from running and took them off, I realized that I had hardly felt them. Maybe I'd wear them more often. Karen was awake when I returned. She smiled to herself when she saw me take off the soaked panties. She said, "Let's go somewhere today." "Okay. I have to buy groceries, but after that we can go for a drive up the coast, if you want." "Let's. But I want you to go as Cheryl," Karen replied. "What? I'm not buying women's clothes today!" I yelled. "No, but you need practice. In fact, I've been thinking. I think you need to get dressed as Cheryl every day." "Look, honey," I reasoned, "I'm a lawyer. I need to meet clients as Charley every day." "Of course. But you leave the office about 5:30 usually, right? Well, then you can come home and change, then come to my house for dinner. I'll expect Cheryl every evening at 7:30." I finally broke down; I agreed to dress up every evening, while she let me spend the day as Charley. It was the last time I got to go out with her as Charley for what seemed like a long long time. Monday through Friday of that week, I came home, showered, put on panties, bra, slip, skirt and top, shoes, wig, and makeup. Then I took my purse and went over to Karen's where we would eat dinner and make love. Karen would look at me critically when I came in the door and correct little things she found wrong. She also made me practice my feminine voice until it seemed easy. In fact, on Friday morning, I said "Good morning" to my secretary with that voice, but covered it up by gulping and speaking in my normal voice. Every night, too, I went home to my own apartment. Friday was different in other ways as well. I decided to wear a pair of panties to work since I would only have to change when I got home and I was beginning to resent doing two sets of laundry. I also began feeling that if we kept this changing up much longer, I'd need more women's clothes to avoid excessive laundry. I had agreed to go out to a movie and dinner with Karen that evening as Cheryl. She wanted me to get dressed up, using my good dress and heels. That evening, therefore, I came home, showered, put on pantyhose, bra and falsies, full slip, and wig. Then I brushed out the wig carefully, put on full makeup with eyeshadow and everything, put on my dress, bracelet and necklace, and slipped on my white pumps. Then, after checking that I had everything I needed in my purse, I left the house. Wobbling slightly wearing the heels suddenly made me conscious again of swishing skirts, the tight feel of pantyhose, the swirl of hair around my face and shoulders, the bumps on my chest. Without realizing it, the past week had made many of these things familiar to me and I was no longer so painfully aware of them. When I arrived at Karen's, she looked me over critically as always and said, "You did very well Cheryl with your clothes and makeup. However, we have a problem. You have a definite five o'clock shadow. I didn't notice it before because it is blonde and because I was looking at other things. You'll have to take off your makeup and shave. Here, I'll help you." The evening was a success. Once I was put together again, we went out, saw a show, had dinner, and come back to bed at Karen's. I hardly felt out of place out now. I was no longer so fearful that others would identify me as a man in drag and both of us were pleased that I could fool so many people so well. I spent the night at Karen's. The next morning I realized, to my chagrin, that I would have to wear my dress home again to get other clothes. So I got dressed up again as Cheryl and told Karen that I had to go. I had work to do at the office so that I could take the following Friday off for the wedding trip. To my surprise, Karen wasn't terribly disappointed. She seemed a little preoccupied and said that she had something to do at her laboratory at the university. We agreed to meet later for dinner at my apartment. I got home from the office at 6. Karen came in at 7. She didn't seem as disappointed as I had feared that I was still dressed as Charley. After she came in, she announced in a businesslike manner, "I've figured out the solution to your five o'clock shadow. Here it is!" She held up a bottle of white pills. "What are those?" "These are pills that will make your hair grow more slowly. I estimate that if you take one of these every day. You'll need to shave only every second or every third day." "But what else will they do to me?" I asked with some doubt. "Nothing, I guarantee it," she answered. "Remember that I am an expert biochemist and that human biochemistry is my special field." She spoke with such confidence that, against my better judgment, I agreed to try the pills. "But only through next weekend at the wedding," I said. "Of course! These are just to make sure the next weekend goes off perfectly." We ate and made love that night. On Sunday, dressed as Cheryl, I went shopping with Karen. Karen's dress had been sent by Diane, the bride, but Karen had to get a few other things as well. We even got me another good dress, another casual dress, and a few other things because I seemed to always be doing laundry. During the remainder of the week, the evening regimen continued. On Thursday night, Karen said that she felt I was perfect as Cheryl and that I would have no trouble carrying it off. "Just think," she exclaimed, "Everyone at the wedding will accept you as a pretty girl. I'll bet all the men will dance with you at the reception." "What!" I shouted, "I have to dance?" "Of course you do. Oh, that's right. You've never done it as a girl have you? Well, I'll show you tonight." I was committed, so I tried to learn how to hold my arms and how to follow. I felt like I had two left feet, particularly dancing in heels. I also tried the pills. They worked as advertised. I hardly needed to shave. The only other minor change I noticed was that the elastics in my clothes left slightly darker marks on my skin than before. I had been afraid that the pills might diminish my lovemaking capacity. That didn't happen. Karen and I went at it as voraciously as ever; more so, if possible. Karen was constantly turned on, particularly when I was dressed as Cheryl. It was only later that I realized that she saw Cheryl as her creation and felt terribly proud of her. In Karen, this excitement became sexual excitement. I was as set for this adventure as I could be. On Friday morning, I got up about 7:00 as usual. I couldn't help feeling apprehensive. I would be putting my ability to pass as a girl to the test as never before. Always before it had been with people who would never know me as a person; and the interactions had always been rather short and impersonal. This trip would be different, I would be spending time with people who might want to know me in a personal way. I realized that I was excited too. After breakfast, I began to get ready. I put Nair on my legs, arms, and body and shaved my face. The pills were working; there was almost no hair. After a shower, I got dressed. I picked out a pair of new blue nylon panties and slipped into them. Then I took out a bra, pulled it up my arms, hooked it in back (hooking a bra was almost easy now), then slipped in my falsies. I had decided to wear a new blue cotton shift which would not require a slip. So I put on my wig and brushed it carefully into shape. Then I looked over my nails and shaped them with a file. I had not cut them for more than a week just for this occasion. I put on some clear nail polish very carefully. My nails alone took twenty minutes. Then I put on a little eye makeup, eyebrow pencil and mascara only, spread some liquid makeup on my cheeks, and put on a pale lipstick. I began to pack. I had one small suitcase, a train case, and a cheap hanging bag lent me by Karen. I put a cocktail dress, another shift and two skirt and top sets into the hanging bag; then put my heels, accessories for the good dress, my nightgown, three pair of new panties, two more bras, a slip and a half slip, and three pairs of pantyhose into the suitcase. Just in case, I put in a pair of men's underpants, socks, beltless trousers, shirt, and shoes. I then put my dress on, put my make up in the train case, and checked my purse to make sure I had everything I needed. I put all of my money and credit cards in Cheryl's wallet and slipped on my shoes. I was ready. Karen came at 9:30 just as I finished. She insisted on checking to be sure that I had everything I needed. "No, no," she said at the sight of men's clothing. "We'll never be able to hide that stuff. You,d better take it out right now." I complied with a sigh. I felt very excited as we walked out to Karen's car, loaded my bags in, and took off for Arizona. The trip took over eight hours. Along the way we stopped once for gasoline and once for lunch at a restaurant. We spent much of the time talking. Karen told me a lot about Diane and many of the things they did together in college. They had been very close. She also told me about some of the other girls that would be there. We finally pulled up to Diane's parents' house about 6 PM. We were welcomed warmly. Karen was hugged by Diane, her parents, and two other girls, Ellen and Marsha. Ellen and Marsha were also college friends and were to be the bridesmaids. I even got hugged, making me fearful that my foam rubber falsies would be discovered and that they would be shifted, but nothing happened. After putting our bags in the room assigned to Karen and me and going to the bathroom, we all started out for rehearsal at the church. The four girls were involved in catching up with all the news, so I just listened. I even heard my name, that is Charley's name, mentioned by Diane. She asked Karen where Charley was. Karen replied that Charley had too much work to do to make the trip. The groom's party joined us at the church. We got through the rehearsal quickly, then all went for an informal rehearsal dinner at a nearby restaurant. At dinner, one of the ushers attached himself to me. He was a tall skinny young man of only average looks. "My name is Mike," he began. "What's yours?" Feeling somewhat embarrassed and apprehensive, I answered, "Cheryl. I'm a friend of Karen's." As we walked over the the table and sat down, he told me a little about himself and asked about me. He was a junior salesman at an automobile agency in Phoenix. He had known the groom, Bob, in college. My story got a work out. I told him that I worked as an advertising account executive in Los Angeles. At the table, he pulled out my chair for me. I accepted his help and sat as graciously as I could. Throughout the meal, he hovered over me, constantly trying to get me to talk with him and look him in the eyes. He had a difficult job, I was too embarrassed and unnerved to keep up my end of the conversation. I wasn't sure how to handle this. Several times, I noticed Karen watching me with an amused look on her face. At long last, the meal was over. Mike walked me to the door, managing to touch me on the arm several times and on the hip once, before letting me go with Karen and the other girls. His attention had been very flattering, in a sense. He found me pretty enough to try to get to know; but I didn't want it to happen again. I felt like I had just barely gotten through. What followed was almost as bad. We drove back to Diane's house, where Ellen and Marsha left us. Marsha lived in town and they were staying at Marsha's place. Diane was too excited to go to bed so she invited Karen and myself to her room to talk. Diane got out her wedding dress to show us and the talk at first was about it. Then Diane showed us the skimpy teddy she had bought to wear to bed on her wedding night. Then they changed the subject while Diane undressed and got ready for bed. "What's Bob like, Diane?" Karen asked. "He's wonderful, kind, gentle, and good-looking. You know, you saw him," Diane answered. She had taken off her skirt and blouse and was unhooking her bra. "I know all that," Karen said impatiently, "I want to know, How is he in bed?" "That's why I'm marrying him, of course," Diane answered. "He's got the biggest prick I've felt, and he knows how to use it. When he's in me it feels like he's into my stomach." I was shocked. I had never heard girls talk about guys like this. It continued as Diane dropped her bra on the floor and stepped out of her panties. She was an average size girl, about 4 inches shorter than me, with small breasts and wide hips. She also had a red bush at her crotch which showed that the red hair on her head was natural. It contrasted nicely with her pale skin. "Bigger than Steve Williams'?" Karen asked. "Steve who?" "You remember. You went out with him in the Spring of our junior year. His was the biggest I knew of, 9 inches at least!" "Oh yes, I remember. Hmm, I think Bob's may be a little shorter, but he uses it better. That's right, you dated him too, didn't you?" Karen smiled, "Only a couple of times. He had a big cock but he was a slob and he never tried to please a woman." This conversation was making me feel inferior. My cock was only a little over 6 inches long. I also was not pleased to hear about other guys who had fucked Karen. Karen looked over at me, grinned naughtily, and said, "You're blushing Cheryl. I know you've had your own experiences. Tell us some." "No thanks," I replied. "I'll just listen to you two worldly women." Diane and Karen brought up a couple more names. Steve Williams was the only one they had had in common. He apparently was a phenomenon that many of the women on campus had had to try. As the conversation went on, I realized that it was not only making me feel embarrassed, it was also turning me on. After all, because of her period, I had not put my cock inside Karen's cunt since Tuesday. Looking at the girls, I realized the talk was turning them on too. Also, Diane had put on a transparent blue nightgown. I could see her hard nipples very clearly. Diane commented, "We shouldn't have started talking about sex. Now I'm horny and I can't do anything about it. Even worse, I'll bet that Bill has taken Bob off for a night of screwing those friends of Bill's. Bob told me he couldn't see me because Bill was arranging a bachelor party. I know both Bill and Bob, I doubt that it will be only men." Karen then said quietly, "We could do something about that, you know." "No thanks, making it with a girl has never been my thing." Karen persisted, "You don't understand. Cheryl has more to her than shows. Ch