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August Story: The Girl-Makers' Slumber Party
By Tonya Varese
Your night was going to be ruined. You could see that as you
watched Mrs. Andrews, Eric's mom, coming down the hall carrying a
thermometer.
"Sorry Mark, it looks like Eric is coming down with the flu."
Eric's mom tells you.
"The flu?" you say.
"We'll have to postpone the sleepover until later. Eric's dad
will drive you home in a minute"
"That's okay. Thanks," you say.
She has nice hair, you think as you watch Mrs. Andrews hurry down
the hall, But now what am I going to do? You and Eric had made
plans for the August sleepover weeks ago. You would watch the
baseball game, gorge on junk food, play some pool, look at Eric's
latest car model project (yawn), and then, after his parents went
to sleep, you both planned to sneak out of the house and hang out
in the secret hide-out on the roof.
Now it wasn't going to happen. After a few minutes of your
arrival you realized that Eric was going to be useless. He was
coughing, retching and looking super tired. Now you sit there
absently watching the pre-game show. Mr. Andrews will drive you
home and then what?
Your twin sister Melanie is there having a slumber party with
three of her seventh grade friends with two older girls as
chaperones. They're probably doing all kinds of girly things and
you'll end up stuck in your room watching TV or playing stupid
video games.
I wish I could have been a girl, you think. No, don't think that.
I'm a boy and that's that. No use in thinking about your sister
having a modeling session and doing makeovers with her friends.
You can't have any part in that. You sigh in frustration.
"Ready to go Mark?" It was Mr. Andrews with his car keys.
On the way home you remember the girl games you used to play with
your sister.
Being military brats you were always moving from place to place,
never there long enough to make friends. After a while you both
resigned yourselves to having only each other as exclusive
playmates. You struck up a secret deal. One day you would play
games that you liked. Like trucks, soccer, baseball, and other
boy games. The next day you would play games that Melanie liked.
Like house, dolls, tea party, and dress-up.
Melanie wasn't that good at sports but after a few months she got
better. You were happy to have someone to play with anyway. But
you weren't prepared for how playing the girl games would affect
you. You remember that you used to be jealous of Melanie because
of all the pretty clothes she got to wear. She also got to have
long hair while yours was always kept short. It's not fair, you
used to think. How come she got to be the girl?
Then your father died in a training accident leaving your mother
to work and raise you and your sister alone. Now, at the age of
eight, you were playing girl games with Melanie even more often.
At first she just wanted to play dolls and house with you being
the father. Then she wanted to play dress up and pretend that you
were her twin sister. She even gave you a girl's name, Melissa.
After a while you were dressing up as models using the costumes
in Melanie's dress up trunk.
"Let's try some of mom's make-up Melissa!" Melanie said to you
one day.
You were a little afraid to put on lipstick. What if someone saw?
But you let Melanie put makeup on you anyway. Then she wanted to
play hairdresser and so she put one of her play wigs on you and
began to style and comb it. After she was done you looked in the
mirror and were aghast. Melanie had turned you into a pretty
girl. You were entranced as you gazed at the image in the mirror,
dressed in a pretty white silk blouse and a pleated skirt. Your
hair was clipped back and flowed down to your shoulders. The
lipstick, eyeshadow, and rouge made you look like a teenager even
though you were only nine.
Melanie clapped her hands in glee. "Melissa, you look so pretty!"
You could only smile shyly as you admired yourself in the mirror.
The games continued for the next few years. You found that you
would rather play girl games and dress up than play sports with
Melanie. She always asked if you wanted to play soccer or
something but you usually allowed yourself to be talked into
playing girl.
Finally you confided to your sister, "I like pretending to be a
girl. I wish I could be one forever."
"Well at least you can pretend to be Melissa with me." Melanie
replied.
Those were the best days. You especially loved playing fashion
models when you could wear soft silky dresses. Melanie got better
at styling your wig and doing your makeup and you even started to
do it yourself. Since your mom worked in her home office in the
afternoon you and Melanie could spend hours playing dress up.
How you wish you could have continued.
"You look like you're deep in thought." Mr. Andrews voice brought
you abruptly back to reality and the ride home. "What'cha
thinking about?"
"Oh nothing," you lie. "just thinking about missing the
sleepover."
"Sorry Mark, Maybe in a few weeks we can try it again. I know how
you love to help Eric with his models."
Secretly you roll your eyes behind Mr. Andrews back. He drives on
in silence. You begin musing again.
Ever since we turned 13 things changed, you think. Suddenly
Melanie didn't want to play girls with you anymore. She started
getting mad if you mentioned dressing up.
"I don't think you should wear my stuff anymore." she told you.
"It was fun when we were kids but I don't like it anymore."
You were crushed. You secretly started to sneak your sister's
dresses and underwear to your room where you dressed and
pretended to be a girl.
Sometimes you took the wig from the costume trunk and used the
makeup that was there. You always put it back even though Melanie
never went into the trunk anymore.
After a while you began to feel sexually excited when you dressed
up. You realized how good it felt to play with yourself by
rubbing the soft material against your penis. After spurting in a
towel you would carefully replace all of the borrowed clothes.
Why do I have to dress up in secret? Why can't I just wear girl's
clothes and have long hair and makeup whenever you want? It's not
fair! These were your constant thoughts.
"See you soon Mark. Sorry again." Mr. Andrews said as he pulled
into your driveway. You gather your sleeping bag and backpack and
trudge up the sidewalk to your front door.
As you enter the house you see Melanie and a bunch of girls
sitting in the living room. You recognize most of them but there
are a few faces you don't know, one a very pretty blond girl,
about your age, and another older girl with short brown hair. She
looked like she could be one of Cindy's friends. Cindy was the
college age girl who took care of you and Melanie once in a while
when your mom went out for the evening.
You thought you would sneak by them into your room without being
noticed when suddenly they all shout at once, "HI MELISSA!" They
all look at you and burst into uncontrollable giggling.
You feel your cheeks burn as you realize that they know your girl
name! How could Melanie do this to you?!
You can only stare blankly at the group of girls as you feel your
face go pale.
Then you flee to your room, absolutely mortified.
You sit on your bed and stare at your Gameboy. You aren't playing
because you can only think about how Melanie has betrayed you to
a bunch of girls and now your life is ruined. By Monday afternoon
it will be all over school that you are a girlish sissy who loves
to wear dresses and makeup. You hear a quiet tapping on your
door.
"Mark?" You hear Melanie say. "I'm sorry. It's okay. Can I come
in?"
You rush to the door and fling it open. "What do you want?" you
yell. Then you see Cindy standing behind Melanie and you turn
bright red. "Why did you all call me Melissa?" You try to pretend
that you don't understand.
"I said I was sorry. We were playing Truth or Dare and everyone
had to tell a secret they never told anyone. Don't worry they
wont tell." Melanie looked truly apologetic but you are still in
a rage and panic.
"Don't you know? Everyone is gonna make fun of me now! My life is
ruined!"
"Melanie let me talk to Mark for a minute." Cindy said grabbing
Melanie and leading her out. When she came back she sat on the
edge of your bed and looked at you seriously. "Mark it's okay if
you like to dress like a girl. I've read a lot about it and it's
not that weird. Would you like to dress up tonight?"
You feel a mixed feeling of dread and relief. "You would just
laugh at me and make fun," you finally say.
"No we won't. This will be fun. We were getting bored anyway.
Tell you what, let me talk to the rest of them and make sure it's
okay. You wait here."
Before you have a chance to reply Cindy was out the door. You
pick up your Gameboy again but of course you can't play. All you
can think about is getting the chance to play girl again and this
time with a whole group of girls.
Before you have time to chicken out Cindy comes back in your
room.
"Okay here's the deal. The girls will let you join in the slumber
party but your must follow our rules and not act like your usual
boyish self. Is that okay? If not you can just sit up here
alone."
You sit there, unable to speak or decide what to do.
Are you being set up to be humiliated? Should you grab at the
chance to be a girl or just forget it. But they know about you
already thanks to Melanie.
"Oh come on you know you want to. Just admit it." Cindy said with
a smile.
Finally you say okay.
"Fine." says Cindy. "You wait here in your room and don't come
out for 10 minutes."
She leaves you alone. You sit there, not quite believing what's
happening. Will they really let you be one of the girls? You
suddenly become excited at the possibilities. You unconsciously
begin to play with yourself.
'I'm gonna be a girl!' you think. 'I'm really going to.'
Before you know it 10 minutes had passed. You quietly open your
door and peer out. The first thing you see is a note pinned to
the opposite wall. You look closer at what's written:
Melissa:
Go into the bathroom and get into the tub.
More instructions there.
The Girl-Makers
You go into the bathroom and the hot steam wafts into your face.
Someone has filled the tub. The scent of lavender is strong in
the air.
You disrobe and climb into the tub. As you soak in the scented
bubbles you see another note slide under the bathroom door. You
leave the tub and grab the letter.
Melissa:
Open the bathroom door and get the towel and powder. Inside
the towel you will find a pair of slippers. Dry yourself.
Then powder your body all over. Wrap the towel around your
upper chest, put on the slippers and go back to your room.
There will be further instructions there.
The Girl-Makers
You open the bathroom door and see a big pink fluffy towel on the
floor. You quickly grab it and the bottle of powder lying on top.
You quickly glance around to see if the girls are watching and
snickering at you. You don't see anyone.
You dry off and powder your body as instructed. You feel soft and
silky after the perfumed bath and powdering. You slip your feet
into the girl's slippers, which were wrapped inside the towel.
They feel soft on your feet as you wrap the towel around your
chest like a girl would and cautiously steal out of the bathroom.
Safely inside your room you immediately see a note on your bed
next to a pile of clothes. You pick it up and read:
Melissa:
Put on the clothes you find here. After you are dressed
walk outside your bedroom, tie the scarf around your head
covering your eyes and then wait for us to get you.
The Girl-Makers
You look at the pile of clothes. The first thing you see is a
pink bra and thong panty set. You pick up the thong dubiously as
you ponder whether to go through with this. Finally you decide
what the heck, it's your chance to dress up with some girls so
lets see how it goes. You put on the thong.
Then you put on the bra. You have a hard time snapping the bra in
place but finally you have it on. Next you find some sleepwear.
It's a silky pair of dark purple paisley tap pants and a matching
short kimono wrap. You pull on the tap pants and feel your prick
start to strain against the thong panties. You decide to hide
your hard dick between your legs.
Now your crotch looks smooth like a girl's. Then you put on the
kimono and tie the belt around your waist.
The combination of the panties tap pants and kimono is sooo soft
and silky on your powdered body. You begin to shake with
excitement.
Now for the moment of truth. What will happen to you next as you
cautiously tiptoe out of your room?
You tie the scarf around your eyed as instructed. Then you wait.
Time seems to stand still as you stand in the hallway in
darkness. Have they planned something that will be totally
embarrassing? What have you gotten yourself into?
Just as you're beginning to lose your nerve and go back to your
room you hear some quiet chanting. It's the girls coming down the
hall. You can barely make out their eerie recitation.
"We are the Girl-Makers,
We are the Girl-Makers,"
They chanted over and over. You feel arms grab you and lead you
down the hall as the incessant drone continues:
"We are the Girl-Makers,
we are the Girl-Makers."
Then they start turning you around and you lose your bearings.
You don't know where you are or what will happen next. Suddenly
you feel yourself being pushed as many arms gently lay you on the
rug. You think you're in the living room but you don't know. Then
you hear a girls voice in your ear. It may be Cindy but it's low
and breathy.
"You will speak only when spoken to, is that clear?"
You begin to get a little scared as you stutter "Y-yes."
"Very well. You are here because of your desire to be a girl. Yes
or no?" the voice asks.
"Y-yes." you're beginning to squirm a little.
"Then repeat after me: I, Melissa, do solemnly swear..."
"I Melissa..." you repeat as Cindy feeds you each line. "Do
solemnly swear that I want to become a girl and will dress and
act accordingly. I will abide by the rules of the Girl-Makers
Society and will not go back to being a boy until I am told. So
help me Goddess."
After the oath you lie there very still. Then you hear the Girl-
Makers chanting:
"Satin and lace the boy we erase,
Satin and lace the boy we erase"
Then you suddenly feel a gentle whipping go by your face. You
can't really make out what it was but it feels like a cool breeze
caused by something silky soft.
Then you feel it again. You reach up to brush it away.
"Keep your arms at your side Melissa!" whispered Cindy sternly in
your ear.
You obey and feel more wispy things at your legs, your arms, then
your body and head and face again. Then you feel that it's silky
clothing being brushed all over your body. It's lingerie and
girl's underwear.
The Girl-Makers continue chanting, "Satin and lace..." as they
drag their soft silky nightgowns, babydolls, panties and bras all
over your body. Then they begin dropping the lingerie on top of
you. You're being buried in girl's underwear and nightgowns. The
panties and slips land on your face and you breath in the fresh
girly aroma of the intimate attire.
You lay there under the pile of satin and silk and the Girl-
Makers stop chanting.
You hope that they don't notice your raging hardness under the
tap pants and thong panties but how can they when you're buried
under a pile of lingerie?
Then the girls began a new chant:
"Makeup her face, the boy we erase
Makeup her face, the boy we erase."
You lay there wondering what would happen next as the Girl-Makers
remove the lingerie from on top of you. Then you hear Cindy
whisper in your ear, "Don't move Melissa," and you feel a light
brushing on your cheek. You recognize the smell of blush powder
as someone applies it to your face. Then you feel the creamy wet
lipstick being spread on your mouth.
All through this you hear the chanting. Then the verse changes
again:
"Long flowing hair, for maiden fair,
Long flowing hair, for maiden fair."
You can sense that the Girl-makers are circling your prone body.
Then you feel one of them lean over you letting her hair brush
your face. She swishes her hair all around and you feel the
softness caress your cheeks. Then she leaves and another girl
smothers your face with her hair. You can smell the pretty scent
of her recently shampooed tresses. One by one each of the Girl-
Makers shakes her hair on your face. Then they are all swishing
their hair all over your body. You are overcome with excitement
as you taste your painted lips and squirm in your thong and tap
pants. The silk kimono is caressing your legs as the Girl-Makers
continue their ritual.
After a few minutes of this the Girl-Makers stop their full body
hair massage. You are then pulled to your feet by the two older
girls.
Your sister's friends certainly couldn't lift you up so easily.
The entire time you hear the Girl-Makers continue their chant:
"Long flowing hair, for maiden fair,
Long flowing hair, for maiden fair."
Then you hear Cindy talk to another girl "Hand me Melissa's
hair." You feel a long silky soft flowing wig being placed on
your head. Then they began to brush and style your new hair even
as you stand there submissively.
"Okay that's good enough for now. Good job Girl-Makers, I think
Melissa is ready to join our group!" you hear Cindy say.
She then unties the scarf, which has hitherto kept you in
darkness. You blink as the lights hit your eyes. Finally, as your
eyes adjust, you see all five girls standing around you. They are
all smiling, satisfied with your transformation.
"Welcome to the Girl-Makers club Melissa. You are now a girl,"
says Cindy. "How do you feel?"
"Okay I guess." you say.
"No that's not good enough. You better show proper appreciation
for being allowed to join our group."
You begin to turn red "Thank you very much for making me a girl.
I'm very happy that you've dressed me up so pretty," you hear
yourself say.
"That's better!" says Cindy, "Now let's continue with the girl
games we had planned. First lets have introductions all around."
"Hi Melissa, my name's Amber." says the older girl who you didn't
know.
"My name's Ashley." rejoins a girl who was about fourteen.
"You know my friend Lisa," offers Melanie.
"Good. Now that we know each other let's start with the
makeovers. Amber you start working on Melissa's nails and you
other girls can give each other pedicures since you're already
wearing nail polish," Cindy was taking charge of the party.
You look around and see that there are plenty of drinks and
snacks to be had. You can't eat anything however since Amber was
busily working on filing and painting your fingernails.
"How long have you wanted to be a girl Melissa?" she asked.
"Uh... well... a while I guess."
"Melissa!" Cindy interjected, "Try to sound more feminine. Your
voice sounds like a boy's. Try to make your voice sound high and
girlish like. 'I've been dressing like a girl for 5 years, I just
love dresses and makeup.'"
The Girl-Makers finish the nail painting. You look at your hands
and toes and are delighted to see them coated in a bright shiny
red.
"Now for the makeover session." says Cindy.
She pulls out a huge cosmetic kit and Amber proceeds to apply
large amounts of makeup to your face. You are not allowed to
sneak glances of yourself in the mirror so you settle in and
enjoy the makeover.
A few minutes later Amber says that she's done with the makeup.
She then brushes your hair and puts in some pretty hairclips. "OK
she's finished," she says.
All the girls gather around. You see that your sister and her
friends are all made up like models. They look so beautiful.
"Oh my God! I can't believe that's you," says Melanie. "That's
the prettiest you've ever looked." She holds up a mirror and you
see a very cute girl staring back at you.
"That's me? I can't believe it," you say in your high voice.
"The fun's just beginning Melissa. Now we're going to have a
fashion show," says Cindy.
Now you are truly in your glory as you and the Girl-Makers try on
dress after dress. Amber finds some good dance music and the
other girls create a model runway. Then they applaud as Cindy
commands you to model your clothes. First you show off in a silky
cocktail dress, then they have you wear a cheerleaders outfit, a
leather miniskirt and sweater set, a variety of other girls
outfits and then finally Cindy puts you in her prom gown.
All the while you are modeling for the girls, getting more and
more comfortable being Melissa. Amber has brought a Polaroid
camera with her and she was busy taking photo after photo of the
new girl in town. You pose prettily for the camera.
"Now we will play secrets," says Cindy. "Everyone has already
told a secret except Melissa. Now it's your turn Melissa."
"Uh... well... you know about my big secret now... but I have
another I haven't told anyone..." you stammer. "It's just that...
well... I think I'm a lesbian."
The Girl-Makers were stunned into silence. Then they all break up
laughing.
"You just haven't found the right guy yet Melissa." Amber
laughed.
You turn bright red. "But I don't like guys." you whine.
"Oh it's okay." says Lisa "I think its great. But I prefer guys
myself."
You are every shade of red as they continue to prod you about
being a girl who likes girls instead of guys.
Finally everyone seems to tire out. You look at the clock and see
that its 1:30 in the morning.
"I think everyone better get to sleep. It's getting late," says
Cindy.
All the girls begin to curl up in their sleeping bags. They're
all sleeping in the living room.
"You can sleep with us Melissa since you're a girl now." Melanie
says.
"Just don't try any Lezzie funny stuff." says Ashley jokingly.
"But what about all this makeup. What if mom sees?" You cry.
"Don't worry we'll wash it off tomorrow before your mom gets
home."
So you settle down to sleep in your sleeping bag. What a night
you've had. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would
spend the night being a girl at a slumber party. You sigh in
satisfaction as you drift off to sleep.
***
The next morning you wake up in your room alone.
You vaguely remember getting up in the middle of the night and
sleepily wandering to your own bed. You get up and the first
thing you realize is that you're still wearing your girl's
underwear and the kimono. Your wig is still on but in disarray
and your makeup is still painted on your face, a bit smeared and
faded, but there. You look on your desk and see a bunch of photos
of you modeling your pretty clothes.
Then you get a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach. You
quietly open your bedroom door and your worst fears are realized.
The Girl-Makers club has left and you hear your mom talking to
Melanie.
How will I get off all this makeup without my mom knowing, you
think. The panic sets in as you look at your feminized face in
the mirror. You straighten out your wig and then for some reason
you brush out your hair again. Amber had put on so much makeup
that you still looked girlish. You stare at yourself and ponder
what to do. Then, without allowing yourself time to chicken out,
you put on your fluffy slippers and walk out your bedroom door.
Your heart starts to beat a mile a minute as you head towards
your moms voice in the kitchen. You take a deep breath and march
right in.
Your mom is sitting at the kitchen table and she looks up in
surprise. She looks like she doesn't even recognize you. You've
come this far, you just blurt it out:
"Hi Mom, I've decided what I want to be when I grow up."
THE END
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