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Don't Forget to Lock the Door
I was only 14 years old but feeling the stirrings of puberty. Almost
like someone hit a switch. However, somewhere along the way that switch
must have short circuited. You see, I was curious and turned on by
wearing women's clothes. Whenever I was alone in the house I would try
on my mother's clothes, lingerie, shoes and even dabble in her makeup.
At 5'6" 135 lbs I easily fit into my mother's clothing. Even her shoes
fit my feet well. I used to fantasize that I was a beautiful woman and
even dared to walk out onto our back porch... the risk of being caught
adding to my arousal. I never knew my dressing would lead me to where
it did.
One day, I was alone and was upstairs. I had put on a black slip, black
bra, which I stuffed with tissues. I put on some black hose and heels
and was sitting at my mother's makeup desk putting on lipstick. That's
when I heard Russ's voice.
"I knew you were doing this!" he said mockingly. Without thinking I
turned.
FLASH.
The flash of the camera temporarily blinded me. I heard him laughing as
he ran out of the house. Russ, my neighbor was 18 and seemed like such
a geek. I didn't think he even cared about me... boy was I wrong.
I tried to give chase... but before I could get to the bedroom door I
heard the front door slam closed. Shit... I must have left it open.
SHIT SHT SHIT! I couldn't go out... not dressed like this. My heart
raced in a panic knowing my secret was out. What was he going to do!
I quickly changed and cleaned up and paced my bedroom trying to figure
out what to do when I heard the phone ring. The caller ID showed up as
our neighbor's name. Russ!
I picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Well well... don't I have a cute photo of you now."
"What are you going to do with it Russ. Please... don't show it to
anyone." I was embarrassed by my high voice. Many times people would
call and think I was a girl. In this situation it only added to my
embarrassment.
"Well... I might not show it to anyone if you will do something for
me."
"What... anything!"
"Come to my house Friday after dinner. My folks are away this weekend.
I'll let you get a chance to keep this little secret between us." Then
he hung up.
A week from now! What would he want? Shit! Why was I so stupid!!! I
should have locked the door, I always locked. I had been so careful.
The week drug on forever and my nervousness kept rising and rising. But
finally, Friday rolled around. I was barely able to eat I was so
nervous. I told my parents that I was going over my friend's house to
play Dungeons and Dragons. They knew I loved to play and figured I'd be
out till late. They were always pretty cool about stuff like that.
I crossed the street to Russ's house with my heart racing and my legs
weak. Somehow I managed to knock at the door. Russ opened the door with
an evil grin. "Come in... we have work to do."
Russell sat me down and filled me in on his plan. He told me that he
needed a date. But he wasn't good with girls and he was gay so this
became a huge problem. He didn't want anyone to know that he was gay,
but he knew some kids in school where starting to talk about him,
especially since he was studying to be a hairdresser. He knew he needed
to prove them all wrong. What better way than to show up at a party
with a girl.
My heart sank as he talked. I pleaded with him, begging him for another
way. I told him I wasn't gay. None of it mattered to him.
Russell continued, "I've been reading about crossdressing on the
Internet. I know we can make you look good. You do this for me and I'll
give you back the photo."
I looked at the floor, knowing I had no choice. Finally I nodded my
assent.
He smiled again and said, "Good, everything you need is upstairs. For
the rest of the night you will be Heather. Better get used to it. I
ordered everything we will need. Follow me."
Upstairs in his room he had laid out an array of clothing, makeup and
other materials. I was stunned and a little excited.
"Go shower with this and come back here nude."
He handed me a flowery bottle with some perfumed soap. Without a word I
went into the shower. I showered quickly... rubbing the perfumed soap
all over. I never had much hair on my body yet, just a little patch
over my cock, so I didn't have to shave.
I dried off and dropped the towel. My body had a flowery feminine smell
from the soap. Taking a deep breath I walked out and into Russ's Room.
He smiled, "You smell nice."
Suddenly He was pressing some breast forms against my chest with some
adhesive. "These won't come off until I put on the remover liquid, so
you better not get any second thoughts."
I looked down, shocked at how well they melded into my body. Before I
could even react he stared applying some sort of mixture to cover the
seams. "These are C cups. This mixture will make them look totally
natural."
I was amazed at how natural they looked. While he worked I watched the
breasts appear to be real. No one would know even it I was topless.
They jiggled and felt like I'd imagined real breasts would.
Then he handed me what looked like shorts, only they were made of some
sort of flesh-like material. They were of a similar makeup of the
breasts... but padded in the butt and had a fake vagina on the front. I
pulled them up... tugging and pulling until they popped into place.
They made me look like I had a wider ass... giving me an immediately
more feminine shape. The front didn't look too convincing... but I'm
sure would pass and quick inspection. They were so tight that my penis
was pushed back and invisible. I was in a daze as Russ covered the
seams on my new addition.
I glanced over at the nearby mirror and was stunned. I had a female
body. It was freaky... but definitely convincing.
Russ stepped back away to admire his work. "Good...now we have to work
on your hair."
Russ was studying to be a hairdresser. He thought that was one of the
biggest reasons people in his school thought he was gay. However, in
this situation it would serve him well.
I had kept my brown hair pretty long as was the style. It was down to
my neck and shoulders. Russ sat me down in a chair and started working
on my hair. "Don't worry, everything I do can be changed back to make
you look normal."
He did some trimming and tugging and curling. I couldn't see what he
was doing, but in about 15 minutes he was done. He had styled my hair
into a high ponytail. He had curled the end of the ponytail to give it
more body and a more feminine bounce. He trimmed and styled my bangs to
make them more feminine and wispy too.
He looked me over then said, "You better get dressed before we do
makeup."
Russ handed me a white waist cincher and told me to put it on. I
wrapped it around my waist and hooked it closed. Then Russ walked
behind me and pulled hard at the strings.
"Raise up your hands." he said.
I lifted them up and felt him pulling hard and forcing the breath out
of me, but also making my waist a lot smaller. He produced a tape
measure and started to measure me.
"36C - 24 - 36. Yes... that will do nicely." I saw his wicked grin as
you rattled off the numbers.
Russell then gestured to the pile of clothing on the bed and told me to
get dressed. I looked at it with my head still spinning... then I
noticed there wasn't a bra.
"Russ, I'll be bouncing all over without a bra."
He just smiled, "Shut up and get dressed Heather." He emphasized my new
name as he said it. What could I do?
First I pulled up the black thong and black thigh high stockings. It
felt weird pulling them on over the fake ass, but the panties fit me
snuggly. Then I pulled up the tan thigh high stockings. It was hard to
do with the cincher on so tight, but I managed to pull them up without
getting a run in them. The feeling of stockings always sent a tingle
thru my body. This time was no different and I was glad for the special
panty that covered my growing erection.
Next was the top. It was a shiny, blue, satin camisole top. It slid
smoothly over my head and down over my new breasts. The nipples of my
new breasts were obvious thru the thin material. Still, I couldn't
repress the thrill that went thru my body as it slid over me. My new
cleavage was visible and the lack of a bra was obvious. I was going to
look like a real slut.
Then I pulled up the tight satin skirt. It was so tight that I was
actually glad I was wearing a thong to prevent having a panty line. My
God... I was even starting to think like a girl now. I buckled a thin
black belt that held my top and waist in tightly.
I could feel the smoothness of the skirt rubbing my stockings. The
slippery sexy feeling made me swoon, but I managed to stay standing.
Finally, I stepped into the black patent leather heels. The heel must
have been 5 inches. I teetered precariously, but my practice walking in
my mother's shoes served me well.
Russell guided me to a chair where he put a towel around my neck and
started working on my makeup. He explained how his training as a
hairdresser had allowed him to learn a lot about makeup. He worked on
me for several minutes and after putting on my bright red lipstick and
painting the long red fake fingernails he announced that he was done.
He pulled my towel off with a flourish and told me to look in the
mirror in the hallway.
I teetered to the hall, my hips swaying from the heels and tight skirt.
When I saw myself I was stunned.
Staring back at me was a brunette hottie. I wanted her. I wanted
myself. I saw Russell's reflection smiling back at me.
We drove to the party around 8 pm. I didn't say a word as we drove but
was feeling my heart racing wildly.
Russell tried to calm me down, "Just relax... everyone will think you
are just my hot girl friend"
We entered the party and I immediately felt the stares. Glaring looks
from the girls and hot lustful looks from the guys. I tried to ignore
it all and stayed close to Russ. He was saying hello and really soaking
it all up. Before I knew it someone handed me a beer. I never drank
before, so I was careful to sip it slowly and not drink much.
Russ didn't have such limits. He was partying it up, drinking beer
after beer. He had his arm around me and was close to me much of the
night, but as he got drunker he was busy talking and laughing with his
friends.
The night went on pretty much that way, Russ getting drunker.
Around 2 am I was getting worried. Russ was staggering around and the
party was thinning out. Next thing I knew, he was passed out on a
couch. I tried to wake him, "Russ, Russ... we have to go!" He didn't
move.
I felt a guy move behind me, "He's passed out honey, do you need a ride
home?"
I looked up at him. He was a tall handsome guy that I had talked to
earlier. His name was Mike. He was giving me a devilish grin as he
smiled. Seeing that I didn't have many options I nodded and thanked
him.
We walked out to his car and he let me in and we started driving on.
"You can take me to Russ's house, I'm staying there." I said.
However, I soon noticed we weren't going the right direction.
"Where are you taking me?" I said trying to contain my fear.
Mike pulled over into a dark alleyway and stopped and turned off the
car. "Think of this as your cab fare." and then he laughed and just
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "It's real simple
Heather... you want a ride home... you suck me off."
"But... I... Mike... you can't be serious... I..." I trailed off as he
sat there knowing I had to do this. Part of me even wanted to do it.
Finally, I took a deep breath and reached my shaking hand to touch it.
My mind raced, what if he wanted to fuck me! I could be found out! I
better do this fast.
My hand firmly wrapped around his cock. It felt warm and firm in my
hand and the site of my red nails on it turned one on. I felt my
breathing getting faster. I started to move my hand up and down on it
like I was masturbating myself.
Mike started to groan "MMMMM, yes... that's it Heather."
I started to move my hand faster.
"No Heather... mmmmm... you need to suck me for a... mmmmm... ride."
I took a deep breath and leaned over to his cock. I immediately took
him into my mouth thinking I better get this over with as soon as I
can. As quickly as I moved over him and wrapped my mouth over his cock
head, I felt the hands on the back of my hand. One of Mike's hands
firmly grabbed my ponytail as he pushed me deeper. I grunted and tried
to push off and up in panic, but he held me firm and started to fuck my
face.
He held my head steady as he bucked his hips up and down into my face.
I grunted with each thrust.
"MMMPHFFFF...MMMPHHFFF...MPPPHHFFF."
Suddenly I felt him stop and hold my head tight and low forcing his
cock deep into my throat. I gagged as I felt his cock head tickling the
back of my throat but he held me fast. Mike let out a low final grunt.
I felt his cock twitching in my mouth and throat as his cum spurted
deep into my throat. The thick cream made me gag more. I could taste
the salty thick cum and his cock in my mouth. My heart was pounding and
my eyes went wide as he came.
The most horrifying part was that I was turned on beyond belief. My
cock was pressing hard against my fake pussy and I felt exhilaration
that I was making this guy cum so quickly.
With no options available, I swallowed all the cum. Gulping it down
like a greedy cock slut. I felt Mike's grip loosen and I pulled up my
head quickly, gasping for air. I felt some of the cum on my lips and
whipped if off with my trembling hand.
Mike just smiled at me. "I guess you earned your ride home slut."
I leaned back in my seat and re-fastened my seat belt. Shocked at what
I had done.
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