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Becoming Me ? by: Allison Voorhees ( [email protected] )
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It's a bit odd how I came into my current lifestyle. If you have some
time, I'll try to let you know who I was and how I came to be the person
I am now.
It started when I got a message on my voice mail from my best friend,
Allison. She wasn't incredibly happy, and for good reason.
"Hello, David. This is Allison. I've missed you. I've got some bad news.
If you could come over and spend some time with me, it would be
wonderful. I really need someone right now."
Allison and I had been friends since high school, though we were in
different schools. We met at the amusement park, and became close friends
immediately. However, when she graduated, I had to drop out my senior
year for health problems. She went on to get a degree in computer
science, while I've been working as a cook in various high-class
restaurants trying to get the money to get back into school.
The ironic thing was that I was always the official 'computer geek' and
she was more of an artist. She took computers hoping for an edge in the
graphic arts field.
We hadn't seen each other in about two years, and I was anxious to see
her again. She moved out of state after college. I was quite worried
about her, but I must admit I was also interested in the possibility of a
romantic encounter. I'd had quite a crush on her since we had first met,
but nothing ever came of it.
I showered and dressed as quickly as I could, and caught a bus to her
grandmother's house, where she stays when she comes to town. I was very
nervous when I knocked on the door, and it seemed to take forever before
she answered.
When she did, I had to roll up my tongue and stick it back into my mouth.
She was absolutely stunning! She'd always been a very curvy, voluptuous
woman. Throw in those emerald eyes and the long, beautiful auburn hair,
mold them into china-doll features on fair skin, and I was hooked all
over again.
She was wearing a somber black dress, yet it was still somehow sexy
despite the lack of what one would consider 'traditionally' sexy. She's
not normally one for wearing much black, so I made a note to myself to
ask her about it.
"Give me a hug, David! It's been so long!" Yeah, as if I needed any
encouragement at all.
"So what's going on, Sweetie?" I asked.
"My grandmother died two days ago. I just got back from the funeral. I
would have called you sooner, but I haven't had the chance."
"That's okay, Allison. I've missed you. How are things going?"
"Even before this, it was terrible. I can't keep a job, because I'm not
good at the whole computer thing. I'm even having trouble holding graphic
artist jobs because the computers are killing me. I know all there is to
know about them - I've memorized everything from college.
I haven't forgotten anything. I simply don't understand what I've
memorized, if that makes any sense.
"Then Grandma dies. She was the only family I had left, and she's gone.
You're all I have." I hugged her tight and held her while she started
crying. I couldn't bear to see her like this, and I was determined to do
something. But what?
She answered that one for me. "David, could you stay with me tonight? I
don't think I can stand a third night alone here, and I need someone I
can trust."
I wouldn't hesitate for an instant - even if I hadn't been in love with
her for years. "I'm here. As long as you need me, I'm here." I held her
until she pulled herself together, and told her I should go get a few
days worth of clothes. "Would you like to come with me rather than be
alone?" I asked.
"David, you don't need to go home. The clothes you have on will do until
tomorrow, and we'll go shopping tomorrow. It'll help me cope."
"I don't have much money."
"Don't worry. Tomorrow will be on me."
I told her I'd cook dinner, and we spent the evening eating, drinking
white wine, and catching up on each other's lives over the last couple
years. We laughed, cried, you know how it goes.
As it approached one in the morning, I noticed her getting a little
tipsy, so I carried her to her bedroom, laid her on the bed, and started
off for the guest bedroom. (I take pride in my being a gentleman.) I was
halfway down the hall, when I heard Allison calling (or perhaps slurring)
my name.
"Yes, Sweetie?"
"Could you come in here, please?"
I came back into her bedroom. "Are you okay, Allison?"
"Help me get undressed. I'm just a little bit too drunk to do it myself.
I nervously complied, but I was afraid how she'd feel about it in the
morning.
I helped her stand up beside the bed, and she almost fell on me as she
stumbled to stay on her feet. I started unzipping her dress from behind.
She wriggled out of it, and turned to face me.
I was immediately more aroused than I had ever been in my life. She was
wearing a lacy black satin bra, garter belt, and panty set that left just
enough to the imagination to drive me into a state of sexual desire that
I'd never known in my 22 years on this planet.
As I mentioned, however, I take pride in being a gentleman. I turned
away. I frankly didn't want anything to happen while she was intoxicated,
I wanted it to be real. So I faced the opposite way as she removed her
lingerie, donned a nightgown, and lay down in her bed.
I told her goodnight, and again started to leave the room.
"No, David, come back. Lay down here with me tonight. I need you with
me," she pleaded.
I gave in, undressed, and climbed into bed. I was very nervous, but it
went well. She simply wanted me to hold her all night while she slept. I
was more than happy to comply.
At nine in the morning, I arose and went to the kitchen to start
breakfast. After some searching, I found a tray and commenced bringing
her breakfast in bed. I thought things like that would make her feel
good, and perhaps take the edge off the tragedy that was taking over her
life.
"Good morning, Allison. How are you this morning?" I asked her.
"Not bad at all, considering what I drank last night. Still up for
shopping?"
"Sure, Allison. Let me get a quick shower."
"Not yet," she said. "Why don't you lie here with me for a bit? Thank you
for behaving last night, that was sweet." She started taking off her
nightgown, and she didn't have any underwear beneath it. "But, I think
it's time we took a chance and went a little further." She moved the
tray, pulled me over her, and kissed me.
Pure bliss! We both lost control shortly afterwards. For three hours, we
were under the sheets, giggling, playing, and making the best love I've
ever experienced. I never appreciated how passionate she could be until
then, and when it ended, we knew each other on a level of intimacy deeper
than sexuality, deeper than even love. It was that
moment that made everything possible.
Eventually, I got my shower, but I had company. We almost started going
at it again, but the hot water starting running out, just in time to put
us in our right minds.
We dressed, and took off for the mall.
When we arrived, she immediately started pulling me towards Christine's,
a local lingerie store that rivals Frederick's of Hollywood for selection
and variety. "I'm feeling a little frisky," she told me. "I want to try
something on."
"If you let me pick something for you, I'll let you pick something for
me," I told her.
"Deal," she said, with a gleam in her eye. As she headed in the direction
of the men's section, I turned my attention to a rack of emerald satin to
my left.
It didn't take long to find what I wanted. The emerald satin that caught
my attention was perfect. I grabbed an open-cup bra, a garter belt,
stockings, and panties in that perfect emerald shade that matches her
eyes. I went to the fitting rooms and waited.
I didn't have to wait long. She strolled up, take a look at what I held,
and said, "Feeling playful too, I see." We entered the room, and she told
me to close my eyes. She took off all her clothes, donned the gorgeous
lingerie I picked out, and told me to take a look.
I'll just let you imagine what I saw, because the words don't exist.
"I like it. I'm going to buy these." She pulled the tags off and put her
clothes back on over the new underwear.
"Now it's your turn." She handed me a handful of satin. I was expecting
some bikini underwear, perhaps even a pair of pajamas, but not this.
It was a black set with corset, panties, and a garter belt with
stockings. I started to protest, but she said, "We made a deal. Come on,
try them on."
I shrugged, and started taking my clothes off. She helped me lace up the
corset. It's hard to breathe in those things if you've never worn one. I
have to admit I liked the slimming effect, though.
"It's a damn good thing you didn't stop shaving your legs when you left
the swim team, David. Otherwise, I couldn't get you in those stockings.
Now put your clothes on over it. I like it, and I'm buying that for you."
I was a little perturbed, but I shrugged again and started redressing. It
felt odd to be wearing a silk shirt and dress pants with women's lingerie
underneath, but the satin was soft and I was quickly getting used to it.
We shopped a while longer, getting a lot more clothes for her and some of
my favored silk shirts in new colors. I asked if she'd like to help me
find some pants.
"Come on, I'll buy you some new jeans," she said while pulling me towards
a department store. We went straight to the women's department.
"Let's see, you're probably the same size I am. Let me grab a 10 for
you." I was wondering why we were shopping for my jeans in here instead
of upstairs in men's. "Women's jeans are often less expensive than
men's," she informed me, apparently reading my mind.
She handed me a pair. "Try these on, and we'll go from there."
We went to the dressing room, and she helped me out of my trousers and
into the jeans. They were much more comfortable than I'd imagined, and
the flares at the ankles looked good. I expected them to look feminine,
so I was surprised when I liked what I saw.
She bought me two pairs of jeans, and some new women's dress pants that
were much tighter than I was used to. The stretch fabric felt nice. She
was sort of altering my style a bit, but I liked the look and didn't
mind.
"I'd almost forgotten! I have an appointment upstairs in 15 minutes.
Would you mind coming with me to get my hair done?" she asked.
"Let's go," I said.
In the elevator, she turned to me and asked, "Have you ever thought about
red hair."
"Yes. Quite frequently over the last few years. Yours, in fact," I
replied.
"No, seriously. I'm getting my hair re-colored. Can I get yours done,
too?"
What the hell, I thought. I can always dye it back. "Sure, why not?"
When it was done, I was again pleasantly surprised. I'd had long hair for
years, and turning it red from my natural brown brought out my facial
features and fair skin. I wasn't happy with the clash of blue eyes with
red hair, but new contacts would fix that.
As we left the salon, we were chatting, and she stopped talking. She
looked at me, and said, "You know, I bet you could pass for me."
"I doubt it."
"Would you bet on it?"
I was a little worried. I already had her hair, and she'd even gotten me
in women's underwear and I'm standing there in flared women's jeans.
"What stakes?"
"Well, if you try to pass, and it doesn't work, I'll do whatever you say
for a week. If it works, you'll do whatever I say for a week. Sound
okay?"
That didn't seem too bad. I would do anything she told me anyway. "It's a
bet," I said, and immediately started wondering if I'd made a big
mistake.
She drove me to her house, and she immediately set to work on me. She
grabbed one of her dresses, a beautiful green one. It would show a little
cleavage, which I didn't have, so I was starting to worry about being
embarrassed in public later. At least the skirt of it was a little loose,
and a far cry from a miniskirt. She found matching shoes, a handbag, and
some ear rings, and laid them out on her bed.
"Go strip," she told me, and I complied. She pulled me into the bathroom,
and broke out the Nair. "No more pesky chest hair," she said, as she
rinsed it all down the drain. "Pat yourself dry, and wait."
She returned a few moments later with two water balloons. Each was tied
inside of what looked like foot socks - the little disposable hose-like
things in shoe stores. She grabbed some duct tape, and taped my chest so
that it looked like I had very small breasts. "Lets get you into your
lingerie." She helped me get laced and latched, and put the balloons in
the corset of the bra.
Between the homemade forms and the tape, I had cleavage showing. She also
helped me tuck away a major part of myself.
I looked in the mirror, and was rather surprised. (This day was full of
surprises.) I didn't look too bad. The corset worked well, and I looked
like a woman standing in her underwear. I was really started to worry
about losing the bet.
"Put this on, and then call your eye doctor. You need green contacts,"
Allison told me as she handed me my dress. "Then I'll get started on your
makeup."
During the makeover, she explained what she was doing, and why. "You may
need to touch it up later," she claimed.
She handed me the shoes, filled my handbag with makeup, and handed it
over. "Take a look, Cutie." She motioned towards the mirror. I was
stunned. Not only did I look like an attractive woman; I looked almost
exactly like her! "Let's go pick up those contacts," she said, grabbing
me.
At the eye doctor, I was a little nervous about going out like that in
public. "I'll get them. Here's my cell phone. Pretend you're at home if
someone calls you," she offered.
"No, Allison," I said. "I should really try this." I was thinking about
how my voice would give it away, and I'd win the bet.
"Okay, David. Act as though you have laryngitis, so you're voice doesn't
give you away." Was she reading my mind?
I stepped into the waiting room, and everyone turned to look at me. I
turned bright red rather quickly. Did they know? Could they tell?
Then I realized everyone had stopped looking, except for the guys. Bad
news, I thought.
"Contacts for David Flagg," I whispered, and coughed.
"What?" the receptionist asked, flustered.
"Sorry, laryngitis. I need contacts for David Flagg. I called them in a
few hours ago."
She handed me the contacts, and I paid. She didn't even blink about it.
Back in the car, I struggled to put them in. It's not an easy task with
makeup on your eyes, at least if you're not used to wearing makeup.
At this point I was very confused. I looked like my best friend's twin
sister. I was in love with her, and wearing her clothes. We'd made love
that morning. Where did this put us?
"Just relax, David, and go with it. It's just for fun."
We began chatting again. "Don't you regret dropping out of school?" she
asked.
"Of course," I replied. "I've been trying to save up the money to go
back. I want to get a degree in computer science. It's just about the
only thing I'm good at."
"I have a computer science degree that I can't use," she said. "It's
wasted on me. I've been painting, and I still love it. I don't care
anything for going into graphic arts. I just want to pick up art full
time.
"Final test, David. Let me give you my birth certificate and social
security card. Go into the DMV office and tell them you lost your
license. If they believe you're me, anyone will."
I couldn't believe it. I now had a driver's license saying I was Allison
Voorhees! This meant that I'd officially lost the bet. "What do you have
in mind for me this week, Allison?" I asked.
"Quit your job. It's killing you. Come live with me. We'll go from
there," she told me.
I made a call and officially became unemployed. Within a few hours, I had
packed up my belongings in my apartment and moved in to Allison's house.
For the first time ever, I was glad that I'd had to get a furnished
apartment.
She told me she was going to make me spend the week as her. I learned how
to move as a woman. She ordered more underwear and clothing for me, and
taught me to speak and sing in a woman's voice. The oddest part was, we
made love every night, with me still in drag!
I walked over to her while she was on the phone one afternoon a few days
later. "That's confirmed. Tomorrow afternoon at 2:00 it is. See you then.
Thank you," I overheard, just as she hung up the phone.
"Got an appointment tomorrow, Allison?" I asked.
"Yes. You're coming with me. I need a checkup," she told me.
We went into the doctor's office, with me in pants and a blouse, rather
than the pretty dresses she'd had me in all week. She didn't even have me
wear the corset. "Appointment for Allison Voorhees at two, please," she
informed the receptionist.
"Yes ladies. It'll just be a few minutes. Have a seat."
After about five minutes, a nurse stepped out and asked me to come in.
Allison pushed me up, so I went in. I was guided into a little room,
where the nurse quickly gave me a shot. I only had a second to protest
before I blacked out.
I awoke in a small recovery room. Allison was at my side. "How are you
feeling, Sweetie?" she asked.
"I'm sore all over. What happened?" I noticed I had a slight higher voice
than before.
"Let me start from the beginning. I got the idea when you tried on that
lingerie at the mall. You were my size, you were the right shape after
some help, and you had perfect facial features. You don't have to save
any money for school, now."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, confused.
"Look at yourself," she told me.
I looked down, and almost fainted. I had breasts. I had hips. I looked
like a woman. I quickly checked my crotch, and was relieved to find my
manhood still intact.
"Why, Allison?" I asked, tearing up.
"When Grandma died, I found out she was loaded. I inherited several
million dollars. I don't need my degree. You do. It's yours now. You are
officially Allison Voorhees. I'm going to assume a new identity and move
on." She handed me her car keys, kissed me, and started to leave.
"Wait, Allison! I love you!" I was shocked at myself for not being truly
angry with her about the whole situation.
"I love you too, Allison," she said, "But I have to find a new life. You
have half a million dollars now. You don't need me."
"I don't care about the money. I want you!" I started crying.
She walked out, and didn't look back.
Two months later, I hear a knock at the door. I look out the peephole and
see that it's Allison. I open the door, and hug her. "Allison!" I cried.
"You're home!"
"Call me Lisa, that's my new name. Lisa Flagg." Her hair was brown (like
mine had been) but she looked as gorgeous as ever.
We kissed, and I dragged her into the house.
Two hours later, she asked, "Do you mind if I stay a while?"
"As long as you like." How could I possibly respond any other way?
That was two years ago, and we still live together. Our sex life is
wonderful. My personal life is great.
In high school, I never thought I'd become a lesbian. I'm a lesbian with
a penis. Should I keep it or go all the way?
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