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By Vicki Anne Stevens
I've been interested in wearing women's clothing since I
was quite young. I remember trying on my mother's girdle
and stockings at the age of 12, and recall vividly the
thrill I got from the tight nylon material. It was purely
an accident that my best friend in high school had an
interest in seeing me dressed in his older sister's
clothing. We were fooling around at his house one-day, and
were extremely bored. We were both probably about 16, and
he asked if I wanted to play a little game.
Joe was extremely shy with the girls, and I wasn't much
better. He suggested that maybe one of us could dress like
a girl, and the other could ask the "girl" out. Maybe as a
practice date. Deep down I wanted to be the girl in this
scenario, but when he suggested it, I acted very
reluctantly. But, it didn't take a lot to talk me into it,
and we soon found ourselves in his older sister's room.
This was the early 70's and the choice of clothing
reflected the times. Jennifer was very popular, a
cheerleader at our high school, but she was now attending
the local community college. She usually was gone in the
afternoon, and Joe's mother was working that day, so we
pretty much had the place to ourselves. Together we picked
out the outfit I would wear on our date. I don't know why,
but when Joe suggested I shave my legs, I readily agreed. I
was at that point relatively hairless, but it still felt
great to be using Jennifer's Nair, and shaving items. After
I had shaved I jumped into the shower, and soon stood in
front of Joe, naked and ready for my transformation.
I put on a pair of Jen's white panties, and one of her
bras. The smooth nylon felt great against my equally smooth
skin, and I began to get a little bit of a hard on. I
quickly thought it away, wouldn't be good to stain her
underwear. Joe handed me a pair of tan pantyhose, in the
familiar white egg. Brand new! I quickly pulled the clump
of nylon from the plastic egg, and unrolled them. Pulling
them up my smoothly shaved legs, I was thrilled to actually
be feeling the electricity as the nylon snuggled around my
ankles, my calves over my knees and thighs. They were the
kind with the panty built in, and it was great to see the
way the nylon looked as it covered my upper thighs and
panties. The fabric shone brightly in the light of the
room.
Joe wanted me to put a little makeup on, before I finished
dressing. It was very basic, just a little blue eye shadow
on my lids, and a frosty pink lipstick. My little cock
jumped again as I applied the luscious dyed wax to my
mouth. I wanted to let Joe kiss me, but... I stopped that
thought before it had a chance to materialize. I applied a
little blush to my cheeks with a brush, and then I was
done. It didn't even occur to me that somehow all this
would need to come off. At that moment I really didn't
care.
Joe handed me two more pairs of Jennifer's used nylons and
I stuffed those in the cups of the lacy white bra. He then
gave me a white slip to put on. As the hem fell and brushed
against my upper thighs, I nearly fainted from the
excitement. Jennifer had a very nice midi peasant skirt,
and a lacy white blouse with a bow that I had seen her wear
quite often. As I buttoned up the blouse, and tied the bow
I suddenly felt very feminine. I zipped the skirt and
belted it in place. Jennifer was not a particularly large
girl, but then I wasn't exactly a candidate for the
football team myself. Her clothes were tight, but not
uncomfortable. She had a pair of boots that she normally
wore with the outfit, but it was all I could do to squeeze
my feet into them, so I settled for her high-heeled
platform sandals instead. I was ecstatic with the way my
ungainly feet had suddenly become feminine with the arch of
my instep, and the way my nylon clad toes peeked out of the
front of the shoe.
Joe retrieved a blonde wig, which his mother had recently
decided to give to the church bazaar. I decided once this
adventure was over I would ask if I could have it. As I
pulled it onto my head and stuffed my own hair up under it,
I was overwhelmed with the intoxicating way the whole thing
felt. The hair brushing against my cheeks, and falling over
my shoulders. The snugness of the panties and pantyhose and
the way the skirt and slip fell around my legs. Even down
to the tight straps from the sandals across my instep and
around my ankles. I stood in front of the mirror, and was
thrilled to see the pretty girl looking back at me. I could
have been any of the local college girls, or women I saw
shopping at the mall. It sounds vain, but in my mind I was
truly passing as a girl.
Joe must have thought so as well, for he couldn't take his
eyes off of me. I asked what was wrong. He said not to take
it the wrong way, but I was very beautiful. I must have
blushed, but it didn't really feel funny, since I knew it
was only the clothing talking. Down inside I was still his
friend Vic, and eventually all the clothes would come off,
and it would be the same old Joe and Vic. But I was
flattered, and almost blurted out my feelings that a dream
had come true, that I actually loved being dressed in his
sister's clothes. But I feigned embarrassment, and a desire
to get this over with.
We decided to go to the family room, that our date would be
an afternoon watching TV together. I walked with him a
little uncertainly at first, teetering on the heels.
Fortunately this was the 70's so there was a thick platform
sole, and the heel was relatively chunky. Still it felt
wonderful to feel the swish of my nylon clad legs the click
of the heels on the wood floor, and the swirl of the skirt.
My hair bounced slightly and slid around my shoulders. I
had to brush it back, or flip it from my face.
We sat down together on the couch, and Joe made a great
show of being a gentleman. He went to get us a drink and
snack from the kitchen, even though I was certainly too
wound up to eat anything. The cool drink was good and I
giggled a little as I saw my lip imprint left on the glass
in a frosty pink. We sat together, watching some inane
afterschool special, but I couldn't give you the plot now
to save my life. Eventually Joe made his move, and since it
was all innocent practice and fun, I let him.
I let him put his arm around my shoulder, and felt an
electrical charge as he lightly caressed the blouse fabric.
I had my legs crossed, but even clamping them together, and
the fact it was packed in two layers of tight nylon could
prevent my cock from stirring. I was pretty sure I wasn't
gay, but this was something I had not expected. I probably
should have pushed him away, but I was too caught up with
my own feelings to do that. It felt damn good to be dressed
like a woman and to have a man trying to take advantage of
me. Joe must have thought about it too, as he quickly
settled himself, but I could tell from the way he kept
shifting and adjusting things that he was experiencing a
little of the "tightness" himself.
We settled ourselves a bit, and continued to watch the
tube. But our curiosity, and the way things felt, we soon
were petting and pawing at each other again. I gulped and
told him, jokingly, that if he really wanted to practice,
he would need to try out a kiss too. He looked at me for
just a minute, summoned every bit of education he had
learned from watching movies and TV shows and pressed his
lips to mine. For my part I tried to remember how a woman
acted while she was being kissed, closed my eyes, and
tipped my head slightly upward to meet his mouth.
The feeling as my moist lips met his was one of
electricity, and bright lights. I did think to myself, that
if it was like this with a guy, what must it be like with a
woman. My cock began to stir, and I'm pretty sure I would
have cum right then and there if we hadn't been
interrupted.
"So who's this Joe?"
We both looked up suddenly. Speechless. There stood
Jennifer, What was she doing home so soon? She stood with
her hands on her hips, waiting for an explanation.
Joe stammered. "What.... I mean... um... so why are you
home. I thought you had a late class..."
"Canceled." She stood still waiting. Eyeing us both. "So
who's your little friend Joe?" Her foot actually began to
tap.
"Oh, um... this is uh, Vic...er I mean Vicki, yes, Vicki,
she's a new girl at school. I'm... um... just showing her
around."
"Looks to me like you were showing her a little more than
around."
We both sat, frozen. I didn't dare speak.
"So Vicki, I have an outfit just like that, including the
shoes."
I looked at her and wanly smiled.
"Where are you from Vicki?"
I blushed a little.
"She's really shy, Jen. Um, could you just leave us alone?
I mean, um... you know, we'd like to be alone."
"Sure Joe, just trying to be social."
As she turned to leave the room, she shot another glance my
way. "You look really familiar Vic, or Vicki isn't it? Sure
I'll leave you two alone. Just stay out of trouble."
We sat for a moment, both of our hearts beating a mile a
minute. "That was close."
I just nodded my head; I was still speechless from fear.
But it looked like I had passed. The larger problem was
now, how was I going to get undressed and back home. We had
to figure a way to get Jennifer out of the house long
enough for me to change, and replace her clothes.
"Maybe we can get her to go to the store or something." Joe
said. Again all I could do was nod. "C'mon, you have to
help me figure this out."
Despite the shock, I was also in the throes of the thrill
of having escaped detection. I really couldn't think. And
part of me, wanted to sit here on the couch with Joe, to
kiss him and continue pretending I was a girl. Finally, I
regained my composure, and was able to speak.
"Look, she doesn't think anything more than little brother
finally got a girlfriend. What difference does it make if I
leave now?"
I don't suppose I was thinking clearly, but what else could
we do? I know that the element of danger, and the fact that
I had passed as a girl played a large part in my thinking,
but I was too caught up in the game to be thinking much
further than the next kiss. Besides, I wanted to get that
electric feeling back.
Joe seemed to relax a little, but the next thing we knew,
Jennifer was back in the room, and she had a handful of my
clothes.
"So look what I found on the floor in my room."
She displayed my male clothes for both of us to see.
"Whose are these? Yours Vicki, or is it Vic?"
Now she was really tapping her foot. She threw the pile at
us.
"Get up Vicki!"
I stood tremulously.
"What are you doing in my clothes?"
I couldn't answer. She was a redhead, and everything I'd
heard about the temperament of same, exhibited itself.
"Take them off, right now."
I stood frozen. Was she going to make me undress right
here? Joe sprang to his feet, and ran to his sister's side.
He tried to calm her down, but it only made her madder.
"Hey, what's going on in here?"
A new voice. A young college age man came into the room,
holding a soft drink in both hands. He surveyed the scene,
and as quickly as her anger rose, Jennifer calmed down. As
she explained to the young man what was going on, a smile
slowly began to play at his mouth. I stood riveted to the
spot I had been in; teetering slightly, really self-
conscious as this man, a perfect stranger, saw me dressed
up in his girlfriend's clothing. Joe, defeated, sank back
down into a nearby chair.
"Well, she. I mean he really looks pretty good don't you
think?"
Jennifer began to smile as well. "Well, he almost does as
much justice to those things as I do. Of course I'll never
want to wear them again." She eyed me closely. "I think
I'll let you keep them, but of course..." she looked to her
friend, "I really think you need to be taught a lesson
about taking what's not yours."
I stood speechless; on the one hand, I realized I had just
been given a finer gift than I could have ever dreamed of
receiving, on the other, I was dressed as a girl in front
of my best friend, his sister, and her boyfriend.
"Let's tie them up together", said the man, whose name
turned out to be Victor as well.
"Good idea, just like the pair of clothes thieves they
are."
Joe sat head buried in his hands. He was going to be of no
help to us. And dressed as I was, with my clothes now out
of reach, I was going to have to submit to their punishment
no matter how degrading or humiliating it was.
"Can I change first?"
They just laughed. What fun would that is they said. I was
quickly led to the basement, and shown to a chair. Victor
sat me down, while Jennifer retrieved some old clothesline
from the laundry room. Victor pulled a small pocketknife
from his trousers, and began cutting the cord into several
lengths, which he handed to Jennifer. She pulled my hands
together painfully behind the chair back, and circled the
length of cord tightly around my wrists, with palms
together. Passing the cord between my wrists and over the
other circles, she cinched them tightly into place.
Joe, stood by, a silent witness to my binding. I could see
by the bulge in his trousers, that the event of my binding
was not an altogether unpleasant affair. I would get no
help from him, and in fact he was pressed into service to
tie my ankles together. He passed the loops around my nylon
clad ankles, and similar to as he had seen his sister do,
cinched them by passing the ends around the coils and
between my ankles. Jennifer, probably with the threat of
telling their mother, had cowed him into silent complicity
in my imprisonment.
Another length was tied around my skirt at my knees, the
material bunching under the tight cord, and pressing my
nyloned knees together. Finally, I was roped directly to
the chair by a web of rope passed around my arms, chest,
and the chair back. I looked at my captors, one after the
other, Joe eyes downcast, Jennifer and Victor smiling down,
smirking actually at me. I looked away in humiliation and
embarrassment. How much worse could this get?
"She needs to be gagged too."
This from Joe. I couldn't believe it. My best friend was
even betraying me. It had been his idea for me to dress up
in the first place. Before my mind could grasp the gravity
of that, Jennifer who had stepped out momentarily had
returned with a wad of material in one hand and a roll of
duct tape in the other.
"Mom's dirty panties," she announced brightly.
I shook my head and clamped my lips together, but Jennifer
pressed her fingers to my nostrils, and clamped those shut
until I surrendered to the need to breathe. When I opened
my mouth, she quickly pressed the wadded panties inside,
and then clamped her hand over my face to hold them inside.
As Joe ripped off several rolls of tape, he passed them to
his sister, who plastered them over my lips, effectively
sealing the offending undergarments in. I tasted their
mother's musky aroma on my tongue, and gagged slightly. I
mlphed angrily into the gag. Stepping back, Jennifer
surveyed me.
"Well, little brother, she's not going anywhere for
awhile."
"Thanks, sis."
Thanks? The realization now hit me that I had been lured
into this trap by both Joe and Jennifer, and even Victor
had been a part of it.
"Good thing Mom and dad are gone for the rest of the
weekend. Hey Vicki, want to spend the night?"
I began to struggle furiously, and mpphed angrily into the
gag. But I had been tied very tightly, and as my
frustration and humiliation built I began to sob.
"Well, we'll ungag you later, so you can call home and ask
if you can stay over. But for now, you need to think about
the consequences of saying no. At least you get the chance
to let them know you're okay. Hate to think what would
happen if you didn't call."
Jennifer walked over and leaned down, her face inches from
my own.
"I'd do what he asks. He can get pretty ugly if he's mad."
She patted me on the head, and lightly kissed my gagged
lips.
Joe, walked over and patted me on my bound thighs, I could
see he was till turned on, and it made me shudder when he
touched me.
"After this weekend, you'll actually thank me for this."
They stood and walked away, leaving me tied to the chair,
turned off the light, and shut the door, leaving me to
struggle silently in the dark basement.
To be continued?
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