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Chris knew the dress was not something a woman would typically wear to
class or around town, but he couldn't help it. It was just so hot and
he had to see what he looked like in it! He quickly took it off the
hanger and attempted to slide it over his head. On the third try, he
finally realized that there was a zipper up the back and this was the
reason it was too tight to slide into. He undid the zipper and slid the
dress over his head and down his body. He tried in vain to get the
zipper up, but couldn't reach it. He finally managed to get it up using
a combination of rubbing against the door jam and contorting his arms
further than they normally would go. It occurred to him only then that
he would probably have a great deal of difficulty getting the zipper
back down again. Turning to look at himself in the mirror, he was
astounded. The gorgeous woman reflected there bore only the slightest
resemblance to his old self. His face was beautiful, though it could
use a touch of make-up, he thought. His body was killer, with a
sumptuous hourglass figure. His large breasts filled out the sleek
dress generously and his ample cleavage shown above the low neckline.
The legs below the hem of the dress were long and curvaceous.
But there was something missing, Chris thought. He decided his legs
would look much better in a pair of stockings. Returning to Debbie's
top dresser drawer, he rummaged around but could not find any. Checking
the second drawer, he hit paydirt. "Funny, wonder why Debbie didn't
mention where to find her pantyhose?" Chris thought, bemusedly. He
found pantyhose in nude color and in black. He was just about to pull
out a nice black pair, when his eye fell on a pair of black fishnet
stockings. His eyes went wide and his heart pounded as he pulled the
fishnets out of the drawer. "God! How sexy are these!" he said aloud.
He quickly moved to the bed and sat down. He tried pulling the
stockings up like socks, but quickly found that this would not work. He
was very careful not to tear the pantyhose, because he didn't want
Debbie to discover that he had worn them. He tried balling the
stockings up, then rolling one up his leg. He found he had to pull it
halfway back down in order to start the other leg. Once he had them all
the way on, he found that they were twisted and uncomfortable. He
tugged and pulled until they no longer felt twisted. He saw a seam
running up the back and tugged some more until the seam was nice and
straight.
Chris stood up and was amazed at the sexy feel of the pantyhose hugging
his legs, swishing between his legs and against the dress. He walked
several laps around the room just to relish the feeling. He then
returned to the closet and started looking through Debbie's shoes. He
found a pair of sexy black pumps, but decided he wanted something open-
toed. He wanted to see his pretty red toes peeking out! He found a pair
of high-heeled sandals; they were exactly what he had in mind. The
heels were even higher that the pumps he had worn earlier, about 3 or 4
inches. There was not much more to them than a sole and straps. He
slipped his stockinged foot into one and struggled to figure out how
the straps were supposed to go. Finally, he got it right and buckled
the straps into place, one around his foot and one around his ankle.
Fastening the buckles of the other shoe in place, Chris stood up and
walked around the room several more times, stumbling every now and
then. He noticed with some satisfaction that he couldn't help but sway
his hips while he walked in the heels. He felt incredibly sexy and was
turned on beyond belief. Finally he stopped and looked into the mirror
again. He just kept getting hotter and hotter! "I could use a little
make-up," he thought.
Chris walked over to Debbie's vanity, basking the feel of his sexy
smooth legs and his enticingly swaying ass. He sat down in front of the
mirror and began to look through the collection of makeup. Debbie had a
dark complexion and therefore had mostly dark colored make-up. Chris
decided to start off simple. His eyes fell on the lipstick and he
pulled out one of several tubes. He opened it and applied the dark red
color generously to his lips. Next he found the blush and brushed some
onto his cheeks. Checking in the mirror, he found his cheeks to be far
too red and removed some of the pigment with a tissue. He found a dark
blue eye shadow, but had no idea how to apply it. Improvising, he
pinned his eyelid closed by holding his left finger against his lashes
while he applied the shadow on the lid. He repeated the procedure and
inspected his work. His face was no longer recognizable as his own. It
was the face of a model. A face you might see on the cover of
Cosmopolitan. Or Playboy, Chris thought with a sly grin! Next he found
the mascara and attempted to apply it to his lashes. He did a sloppy
job and had to wipe the excess off, smearing his eye shadow. He did his
best to correct the eye shadow and moved on. He could find nothing else
to apply until his gaze fell upon a small black pencil. The lettering
along the length of it identified the pencil as eye-liner. Chris
correctly guessed that this must be used to line his eyes. He began to
apply it around his eyes, but found it did not look right. He looked at
a picture of a woman in one of Debbie's magazines and found that the
normally pink flesh immediately around the woman's eyes was black. He
decided to try it again and poked his eye. He tried again and with much
irritation to his eyes, got it looking reasonably good. At least in
Chris' estimation. At last, he took a bottle of perfume, Obsession and
spritzed it on his wrists and ankles and down his cleavage. On an
afterthought, he also applied a spritz his dress.
Looking up Chris saw his reflection once again and realized he had
overdone it a bit. "Well, I guess that's to be expected. It's not like
I've had a lot of practice at this!" Chris thought. Instead of looking
like a woman from Cosmo or Playboy, he looked more like someone from
Hustler, or some of the raunchier porno magazines. His eyes were dark
and slutty looking. His lips large and deep, dark red. His cheekbones
were already quite high and prominent and the blush exaggerated them
further. He thought he looked like a hooker. "But I look like a hot
hooker!" he said to no one. His voice, he noticed was high and
singsong. "Only one thing missing. I need some jewelry."
Chris returned to the dresser and looked though the jewelry box on top.
In one compartment, he found a matched set consisting of a ring,
pendant and earrings. Each piece had a small rose, made of red stones
with a green enamel stem. He lifted the pendant and found it fixed to a
delicate gold chain. He clasped the chain around his neck, then took
the ring out, trying it on his right ring finger. It was a little too
small, but fit his left ring finger perfectly. He looked to the pretty
rose earrings and felt a pang of disappointment that his ears were not
pierced. He was still not satisfied, so he looked back into the jewelry
box and found a couple more rings and a pretty gold anklet. He placed
the rings on miscellaneous fingers of each hand, then clasped the
anklet around his left ankle. It looked so sexy against his fishnet-
covered ankle, just above the pretty black sandal.
Chris felt incredibly sexy as he walked around the apartment, dressed
to the nines. He stepped into the kitchen and was surprised as the high
heels clicked on the linoleum floor. Every time he chanced to see his
hand reaching for something, he was amazed at how sexy it looked with
the fiery red fingernails and pretty rings. He opened the refrigerator
and took out a diet Pepsi. He preferred regular, but diet was all
Debbie had and would have to do. "Well, a girl's got to watch her
figure!" Chris thought aloud. Trying to act normal, he returned to the
living room and found the TV remote control. He stared at his delicate
fingers as they played across the buttons of the remote. He turned on
the TV and leaned back, crossing his feet up on the coffee table. He
didn't see the TV at all, distracted as he was by the sight of his sexy
legs, encased the in the fishnet stockings. His pretty little feet
looked gorgeous in the strappy black sandals and his pretty red toes
peeked out the ends, just as he had hoped!
Deciding that it was getting late, Chris turned the TV off and resolved
to break back into his apartment. Andy should be at class and if Chris
dawdled too much longer, he would get back before Chris could go back
and get some of his things. He walked to the window and pulled the
curtain aside to peek out. He wanted to be sure Andy's car was not
there. As he looked out, he saw Debbie getting out of her car! He
quickly pulled the curtain back before she saw him. Chris desperately
tried to reach the zipper on the back of the dress, but knew that it
was useless. She would be walking through the door in less than a
minute.
He stood there, paralyzed as the doorknob turned and the door swung
open. Debbie walked in carrying her backpack and a bag of groceries.
She spotted Chris and her eyes popped open in surprise.
"Oh! Hi." she said trying to keep her voice level.
"Uh, hi Debbie. Uh...is it six o'clock already?" Chris had no idea what
to say. Debbie had taken him in and comforted him when he was in
trouble this morning. She had trusted him enough to allow him to stay
in her apartment while she was away. Now, he felt like he had betrayed
that trust.
"No, I decided to come home early and check on you. Wow! You look
awesome!" Debbie said, "That dress looks better on you than it does on
me."
"I'm so sorry, Debbie..." Chris started.
"Stop." She said dropping her things and putting a finger to his ruby
lips. "There's no reason to be sorry. I'm not mad or anything. Just
surprised." Debbie wrapped Chris in a warm, friendly hug. Chris once
again felt a weight lifted from his shoulders as he found that Debbie
accepted him without judgement.
Debbie's hands rubbed Chris' back, then dropped to his ass and he felt
her give a hard squeeze. "God, you are totally hot!" she whispered, her
mouth only an inch from his ear. He could feel his breasts pressed
against hers, feel her breath hot on his neck. He involuntarily pressed
his crotch against hers and was pleasantly surprised to find Debbie
responding in kind. Chris could feel himself getting very turned on,
but it was nothing like he had ever felt before. His whole body was hot
and his legs were turning to jelly. He could feel his heart pounding in
his chest and thought that Debbie must surely feel it too, pressed up
against him as she was. Chris turned his mouth towards Debbie's and
reached to kiss her. But Debbie broke the hug and pulled back. She was
breathing hard and obviously flustered.
"I've always liked you, Chris." Debbie panted. "You're such a sweet
person. I always thought it was a shame you were a guy!" Chris was
incredibly horny and the sight of Debbie breathing hard and leering at
him brought him to new heights of arousal. He stepped toward her, but
she backed away again.
"Let me get a look at you. God, you've got a great body! Are those
real? Turn around and let me see all of you."
Chris stepped back and turned a slow circle in front of Debbie, feeling
his hips sway as he stepped from foot to foot. Debbie let out a loud
wolf whistle. Chris blushed and turned back to face Debbie again. The
look on her face told him that she was not teasing when she whistled at
him.
"Wow!" Debbie said again. "I can't believe it. Is it just the clothes,
or have you changed some more since this morning?"
"I've changed more since this morning," Chris admitted.
"But, you said you...er...got your, uh, fix last night. Why are you
still changing?"
"I, uh, I think I change faster any time I orgasm." Chris said
sheepishly.
"So did you... Oh. Never mind." Debbie said as comprehension dawned on
her.
"Look Chris. I'm sorry I came on to you like that. I hope I didn't give
you the wrong impression. You're a great guy, er, person. And you
definitely are a lot more my type now!" Chris turned crimson under the
blush makeup. "But I'm seeing someone right now and I don't want to
rush into anything, okay?"
"Sure," said Chris, disappointment in his voice. "I understand. I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to come on to you either, but I guess my hormones
are running pretty rampant."
"I'll say. And so are your pheromones. God, you smell good. I know
that's my perfume, but it smells different on you. You really got me
hot back there!"
Chris smiled broadly. He was pleased to know that Debbie found him
sexy. It might not be like he originally had hoped, but he might yet
get into her panties!
"Well, you didn't say I couldn't wear your dresses. You just said not
to stretch them out." Chris jested, trying to lighten the mood. "I
guess I'll go and change..." he started to say.
"No, don't" Debbie interrupted. You look great. Why don't I get changed
into something really hot too and we'll have a night on the town!"
"Oh, Debbie! I couldn't go out in public like this!" Chris looked
horrified.
"Oh come on! You're fine. You look wonderful. Okay your makeup could
use a little work. So why don't we start off at the salon? We can get
your hair and nails done and redo your make-up. We can go together and
have a girls' night out!"
"I don't know..." Chris started to say, but Debbie would have none of
it. Before he could protest further, she went into the bedroom and
changed into another one of her sexy party dresses. She chose a red
satin dress with spaghetti-straps and an open back. The dress
highlighted her breasts, barely covered her ass and left very little to
the imagination. She came out wearing the pretty red dress, nude panty
hose and red open-toed pumps. Looking at Chris she said, "Wow, I'm
almost embarrassed to go out with you. You look better than I do!"
Chris blushed, sure that Debbie was teasing him. But she was only half
teasing. She knew that when they hit the dance club tonight, she would
be hard-pressed to keep the guys' attention on her rather than Chris.
Before Chris could offer any protest, Debbie grabbed him by the arm and
dragged him out the door. Before he knew it, he was walking across the
parking lot for all the world to see. He heard the click of their heels
on the pavement and felt the sway of his hips and the bounce of his
breasts. Many of the neighbors were out and several of them stopped to
say "hi" to Debbie. To Chris' horror Andy pulled up just then. "There
go my chances of getting my stuff," Chris thought. Getting out of the
car Andy noticed them and called to Debbie.
"Hey Debbie! Hey, got a second? I was wondering if you'd seen Chris
around?"
"Sorry," Debbie replied without looking his way. There was ice in her
voice. "Can't help you."
"Who's your friend?" Andy asked, noticing Chris. Chris saw Andy staring
at him. Not at him, he noticed, but at his chest. Debbie ignored him,
but Andy persisted. "Where are you going tonight? You're really looking
good. Maybe I could meet you there..."
"Andy doesn't know it's me!" Chris realized. "He must think I'm one of
Debbie girlfriends." He turned to look Andy in the eye and gave him a
smile and a wink. He noticed a large bulge form in Andy's pants and
smiled even wider. He unconsciously stuck his tongue out slightly and
licked his lips. He was sure his ass was swaying sexily because of the
high heels, but he exaggerated the sway further, just to tease Andy.
Debbie unlocked the passenger door of her car and Chris got in,
intentionally showing off his long legs and allowing his dress to ride
up. As they drove away Andy was still staring lustily at Chris, so
Chris cupped one of his ample breasts in his hand and blew his roommate
a kiss. "Let him think about that for awhile!" Chris thought.
Debbie took Chris to her favorite salon, where she started to introduce
him to the girls. "Hey guys! This is my friend Christine. We're out for
a night on the town. Tina could use a make-over, a manicure and a
pedicure. Nice long nails. And can you do something with her hair?"
Chris wasn't so sure about any of this. And he had definite
reservations about doing anything with his hair that might be difficult
to reverse. But then he figured he was likely to be stuck like this for
awhile and Debbie seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, so he didn't
protest. Besides, he was totally turned on by the possibility of
looking even hotter than he already did and by the prospect of getting
into bed with Debbie. So he surrendered to Debbie and her friends.
Debbie and Chris were seated in chairs side by side and the girls set
to working on them. Chris hadn't slept much the previous night and
found himself dozing off while the girls were busy fussing with his
hands, feet and face.
After an indeterminate time, Debbie woke Chris by gently calling to
him. "Tina. Wake up sweetie." At first Chris was confused. Who was
Tina? Then he remembered, that was the name Debbie had given the girls
at the salon. When he remembered he was at the salon Chris came
instantly awake, eager to see what they had done.
"Hi, Debbie!" Chris said. "Guess I fell asleep."
"Yeah, well you didn't get much rest last night..." Debbie's friends
exchanged glances and smiles at this comment.
"Debbie," Chris spoke softly in her ear, "I think they think I'm your
lover and we spent last night together!"
"Well, let them think what they want," Debbie replied. "I don't care if
you don't. Besides, we did spend part of last night together."
Chris had to admit that he didn't care. But he did care about what they
had done to him. He was eager to see the results. He brought one hand
up in front of his face and was delighted to see his delicate fingers
topped with beautiful, long nails. They were no longer red, but hot
pink. They had done a much nicer job and his nails looked perfect. He
wasn't sure if he would be able to use his hands with such long nails.
"But then," he thought, "women everywhere have long nails. And they
seem to get by." Looking down, he saw that his toenails were now hot
pink as well. He wasn't sure how they had managed that while he wore
the shoes and panty hose. He resolved to ask Debbie about that later.
Chris finally sat up and got a look in the mirror. He was absolutely
floored by what he saw. There was no trace of his former self. His hair
was now strawberry blonde. It was cut in a short but quite feminine and
very cute style, parted in the middle with short bangs and slight curls
in front of each ear, cut level in the back. Chris giggled when he saw
his ears. They had been pierced, multiple times. He now wore three
studs in each ear. He had thought his face was angelic before, but now
realized just how wrong he had been. Now he truly had the face of an
angel. His makeup was done superbly. The girls had used lighter colors
to go with his lighter complexion. All of his delicate features were
now beautifully accented, rather than painted-over. He noticed how even
and smooth his skin was, then saw that he had a light layer of flesh-
tone make-up all over his face. His lips were well defined and light
pink in color. His cheekbones were high, with just the slightest touch
of blush. And his eyes were seductive works of art! Green eye shadow
had been lightly applied, fading to glittery gold just under his brows.
His reddish blonde eyebrows were thin and well defined. He realized
that they must have plucked his eyebrows to make them even more
feminine. He thought he could pose for a fashion magazine!
"I hope you like your hair," Debbie said with a trace of concern.
"Oh, Debbie! It's wonderful. I can't believe how beautiful you've made
me!"
"We didn't make you beautiful," one of the girls said. "You were
already gorgeous. We just put the finishing touches on."
"Thank you so much!" Chris said giving all the girls big hugs. He
quickly paid the bill for himself and Debbie. It dawned on him then
that Debbie had had a make-over as well. He looked back to Debbie and
found that the salon had also done a wonderful job on her. Her dark
make-up was lightly applied, just enough to highlight her features and
not cover them up. She had had a French manicure, so that her nails
were pink, tipped with white. "That must be why I didn't notice
earlier," he thought, "It's so subtle."
"Well, Chris" said Debbie as they left the salon "How do I look?"
"Good enough to eat!" Chris replied. There was no mistaking the lustful
look Chris shot her. Debbie returned the look.
"So," Debbie continued as she started the car "are you ready for a
girls' night out?"
"There's just one thing I'd like to make it perfect," replied Chris.
"A handsome stud with a big cock?" said Debbie teasingly.
"Debbie!" Chris said, shocked. Then, "Okay, that would be nice too." He
was blushing again. "But seriously Debbie, can we please go back to
your apartment and get the earrings that match my pendant and ring? I
would love to wear the whole set tonight!"
Debbie readily agreed and they stopped by the apartment briefly to pick
up the earrings. Chris had difficulty putting them in, due in part to
inexperience and in part to his long nails. Debbie finally had to help
and Chris thrilled to her touch! Before anything could come of it,
Debbie backed off and pointed Chris towards the mirror. The earrings
glittered and glinted in the light as Chris looked in the mirror and
shook his head. He delighted in feeling them dangle from his ears,
tickling his neck and jingling pleasantly.
Back in the car again, Debbie drove towards campus. Chris asked, "Where
are we going?"
"The Newport" Debbie replied, grinning.
"The Newport! That place is a meat-market. That's where all the guys go
to pick up women!"
"Exactly. What do you think we're doing tonight?" Debbie said.
"But you're a lesbian. I thought we'd be going to something a little
more along those lines."
"But you're not a lesbian, are you? In fact, I thought you said you
needed a regular fix of sperm. Well, you're not going to get it from me
and I hope you don't plan on getting it from Andy. So you've got to get
it somewhere."
Chris was at once terrified and intrigued. He had to admit that his
craving for sperm was getting stronger again. But he had had some the
previous night and thought he might get by without a little longer. And
he was horrified at the thought of giving a blowjob to a perfect
stranger. It was one thing when it was Andy. After all, they were best
friends. "Were," Chris said aloud. "Until I gave him what he wanted!"
His thoughts returned to how it had felt to have Andy's cock in his
mouth. He thought about kissing the soft head, then taking the long,
hard shaft between his lips, sliding his tongue along the bottom. It
had felt so hot to lick and suck as his head bobbed up and down. He
remembered the first time Andy came in his mouth. The wonderful salty
liquid sliding down his throat.
He felt himself becoming aroused at these thoughts, but it didn't feel
right. He didn't feel his cock springing to life as he was used to,
rather there was a warm, wet feeling in his crotch. Chris reached down
and began to feel around for his cock, oblivious to Debbie watching out
of the corner of her eye as she drove.
Chris pulled up his dress and began to rub all over the smooth
pantyhose. He could feel no hint of a cock under the panties. Finally,
he reached into his panties and tried to feel for his cock. "Oh, my
God! It's gone!" he thought. "How could it be gone without my
noticing?" He though back to when he had last seen it. He could clearly
remember rubbing his crotch and tiny cock as he had fantasized in front
of the mirror. The last change had come immediately thereafter. He
remembered appraising his body closely, but he had not noticed his
cock, or lack thereof. It must have shrunk down to nothing after that
last orgasm! He continued rubbing his crotch, looking for any hint of
his former manhood, but instead found that he was moist between his
legs. As he investigated this new development, he discovered a flap of
skin.
"What the hell..." Chris said.
She probed further with her finger and found a second flap of skin,
then a damp opening between the flaps. "Labia..." Chris started to say.
But then her finger entered her new hole and hit a sensitive spot, her
new clitoris. She instinctively applied some pressure with her finger
and discovered a thrilling new aspect to her body: multiple orgasms.
The climax was immediate and had Chris doubled over in the car seat,
screaming in ecstasy. She began to rub her finger in small circles
around her clit and her body shuddered involuntarily. Chris moaned as
orgasm after orgasm washed over her. She had never known that orgasms
could last so long or be so intense. She wasn't even rubbing herself
anymore, just holding her finger in her pussy and applying pressure.
The thought that she had a pussy sent her over the edge again and
again. And again. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and pulled her
hand free. She leaned back in the car seat, breathing heavily.
"That was quite a show, Tina!" Debbie said, startling Chris.
"Oh, my God! Debbie! I... I forgot you were there!"
"Obviously." Debbie looked hot and bothered. She was staring at Chris
and breathing hard. She was fidgeting in her seat and one hand was
between her legs. Chris realized that Debbie had been turned on by
watching her masturbate. Chris only now realized that they had parked a
couple blocks from High Street. She looked around to see if anyone else
had gotten a free show. They were parked in a dark, deserted spot and
no one seemed to be about.
"Oh God, Debbie! Is that what it always feels like? Is it always that
good? That intense!"
"If you're lucky!" Debbie replied.
Before Chris knew what was happening, Debbie leaned over and was
kissing her. Chris' lips parted and Debbie instantly inserted her
tongue, flicking it this way and that. Chris had never been kissed by a
woman this forcefully. As she felt her mouth being invaded and began to
lick and suck the invading tongue, she felt Debbie's hand on her
crotch. From long practice Debbie instantly found her clit and had
Chris writhing in ecstasy again. Chris' body shuddered as several more
orgasms rippled through her body. As she regained her senses, she
reached over to Debbie to return the favor. As her hand slipped under
Debbie's dress, she felt something odd. Not a pussy, as she had
expected, but a large bulge under her panties. Chris pulled back to
look questioningly at Debbie and saw her grinning slyly.
"It's a double-ended dildo." Debbie explained. "I thought it might come
in handy tonight, so I brought it along in my purse. I put it on while
you were busy!"
"I thought we weren't going to rush into anything," Chris said
teasingly.
"Well..." and a shrug were Debbie's reply.
A broad smile spread on Chris' lips as she began to rub up and down on
the bulge in Debbie's panties. She pulled the panties down and freed
the smooth silicone dick. She began to stroke the slick cock up and
down. It was already soaked from Debbie's love juices. Chris had only
intended to masturbate Debbie, as Debbie had done to her. But she
couldn't help herself and lowered her head to Debbie's crotch. She took
the smooth cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down. It was
nowhere near as good as sucking a real cock, but still an incredible
turn-on. She knew that Debbie could not feel her mouth sliding up and
down the dildo, but the other end must have been rubbing all the right
places. Soon Debbie too screamed as hot love juices ran out of her
pussy, all over the dildo and Chris' hand. After several minutes, Chris
stopped and sat upright. He looked in Debbie's face to see her smiling
broadly and breathing heavily.
"My God!" Debbie said. "I've never had anyone do that before. It was so
hot seeing your head bob up and down in my lap!"
"Mmmmmm!" Chris replied. "I'm just getting warmed up!"
"For me, or for the guys!"
"Both!"
To be continued...
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