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Yes, my nickname is pixie, though it's not because I'm just 5'4". Listen, if
you want to know the full story, I'll tell you, because I think you're really
cute and I would really, really like to go out with you sometime. It'll
explain so many things about me, and maybe then you can understand me better,
okay? Okay. Here goes.
This started last fall when my sister, Janice, invited me to a Halloween party
at her sorority. Now, if you knew what her sorority sisters looked like, and
how they always treated me like the cute little brother I am, you'd understand
why I would jump at the chance. I mean, just to be in their sorority house is
a dream come true for a 15 year old guy, you know? I guess because I'm so
short and slender, they didn't even treat me as a guy. They'd come into my
sister's room in just panties and bra, tousle my hair, tell me how cute I was,
and then be on their way. So the idea of going to their Halloween party, even
with a weird theme like Peter Pan, was too much for me to resist. Especially
since I was told I was going to have the title role. Center of attention.
Sorority girls. Count me in. You know?
So the night before the big party I had a little to drink, got really sleepy
and light headed, and was put to bed with some headphones on. I now vaguely
remember my sister saying, "Are you sure this will work? It won't hurt him or
anything, will it?" And her sorority sister Katy saying: "We've done this kind
of thing in lab a few times, and it's really really cool. Trust me, he won't
even know he's doing the things we'll program him to do. Besides, we're really
just suggesting ways to feel. What harm can come of that?"
Janice denies it, but I know this happened. I know it. I can hear it as clear
as I can smell your perfume. Oh, you're not wearing perfume? Weird.
Anyway, I woke up the next morning and was told that we were all going to a
salon to get ready for our costumes. My first thought was, salon? Eww. Why
would I go to a salon. But then Katy said, "You like salons, don't you,
Danny?" And all of a sudden I couldn't wait to go. I mean, salons are cool,
right? Everyone pays attention to you, and you come away feeling great. I
mean, even now I get a flush when I drive past one. Don't look at me that way.
You probably get the same feeling.
So we got to the salon, and I was told to go to a back room with one of the
girls, and strip down to my underwear. The attendant said that Katy had told
her exactly what I needed done, and how to do it. She said, "Look at your legs
Danny, don't you just hate all that hair?"
And wow, yes, I looked down and I felt almost sick about how hair my legs
were. Besides, Peter Pan with hairy legs would look weird, so I lay there,
patiently and gratefully, as she waxed away all the hair from by legs, rear
and what little I had on my chest and underarms. She even turned my patch into
a cute girl's bush, and dyed it blonde. What a relief. I mean, I felt so good
afterwards, I was practically crying when I thanked her for doing such a great
job. They she wrapped me in this purply robe, and took me out to the salon
floor to show the girls how cute I looked. I adored the attention. They all
said, "Danny, you look so gorgeous," and I practically fainted from ecstasy
when I heard that. If you said it right now, I'd still get that same feeling.
So when they told me a manicure and pedicure would make me look even more
gorgeous, I practically jumped into the chair. I didn't even object when I
got very long, very pink fingernails, and matching, sparkly pink toenails. I
was "soooo gorgeous" after all.
Now, I know Peter Pan has short brown hair, so I thought it was very odd when
I was given hair extensions so my hair cascaded down my shoulders, and then it
was dyed a golden blonde. My own hair in front was trimmed into cute bangs
that kind of fell in my eyes.
When they swung the chair around so I could look in the mirror, I almost
screamed. I looked just like a girl! And they hadn't even done my makeup yet!
But Janice and Katy were there, reassuring me that I looked "so gorgeous." And
every time they told me that, I became calmer and more happy.
After the makeup -- which was ultra feminine and pretty extreme, and included
fake eyelashes, and a symphony of pinks and blues -- I was obviously not meant
to be Peter Pan. When they glued d-cup sized breast forms on me, and laced me
in a corset that nipped my waist to 22 inches, they confessed that they
thought I'd make a perfect Tinkerbell, and that was going to be my role at the
party. Oh well, I thought, no one will recognize my gorgeous self with all the
makeup on, so I didn't mind so much when I got into the cute Tinkerbell
costume. It's like a halter dress, you know? Very short, very cute. They taped
it in strategic places so the breast forms wouldn't show no matter how much I
moved around, which turned out would be a lot. Did you know that Tinkerbelle
in the Disney cartoon was modeled after Marilyn Monroe. No? Well, it's true.
So, to be authentic I really needed those big breasts, though without a bra
they really jiggled when I moved. Plus, I had sparkly stuff sprayed on my
legs and arms, and super cute sandals to wear. I was a sparkly, cute pixie
from head to toe.
When we got back to the sorority house, all the girls surrounded me and said I
looked so gorgeous to the point I actually fainted. From ecstasy. Just hearing
me say it now makes me all kind of weak-kneed and shaky. You can say if you
want. Go ahead! Okay, if you don't want to, I guess. As a final touch, i was
given this cute pixie wings. Pink, of course, and very lacey.
Anyway, I was really looking forward to the party, and was shocked when all of
a sudden all these guys started showing up dressed as pirates and indians and
such. I can't believe I didn't think of it! Guys! Ruining my perfect night! I
immediately became so shy, I wanted to hide, and went up and locked myself in
my sister's room.
But then Katy came knocking on the door, and asked to come in to talk to me.
So, I let her in, and she said that it was a shame someone so gorgeous
wouldn't show herself off in front of everyone. And then she said: "Pretty
pixies love to flirt with big boys. You're a pretty pixie, Tinkerbelle. Pretty
pixies love to flirt with big boys. Pretty pixies love to flirt with big
boys." And all of a sudden I couldn't wait to join the party.
When the first boy asked me to dance with him, I couldn't believe how lucky I
was. He was a big boy, and I was a pretty pixie. He asked me my name, and all
I could say was, "I'm Tinkerbelle, a pretty pixie." Then I batted my eye
lashes, took his hand, and danced just like a pretty pixie should. I shook my
cute little pixie rear and my big pixie boobs, and rubbed up against him. When
he tried to kiss me, I hesitated, but then Katy whispered something to him.
Next thing I know, he's whispering in my ear that I'm so gorgeous, and that
pretty pixies like me love big boys like him. Then I let him kiss me deep and
long. He made me feel so pretty and gorgeous. Because big boys love pretty
pixies, you know? Oh wait, there's my friend Brad. Hi Brad! He's so big, you
know? A really big boy and on the football team and everything. I know, he
ignores me in school, but sometimes we meet afterwards to study and... stuff.
Anyway, soon I was dancing and kissing all the boys at the party, and they
were all telling me what a perfect pretty pixie I was. I remember wrapping my
perfect pretty pink pixie lips around lots of their big boy cocks and sucking
them dry like a good pixie should. Then all of a sudden it was morning, and I
woke up on a couch, with my head in a big boy's lap. I flitted around all day
at the sorority, helping my sisters with laundry, and cleanup and such, still
in my Tinkerbelle outfit. Then that night, Janice put me to bet with
headphones, and I woke up feeling like my old self. I first I was terribly
embarrassed about how I behaved, and Janice had this guilty look on her face.
I put it behind me, like a bad dream, for several months.
But it turns out one of the seniors here was at the party, and remembered me,
and told his friends about me being a pixie, and that's how the nickname
started here in school. And everytime I'm called pixie, or someone sends me an
email with that, or tapes something on my back that says that, I remember how
"so gorgeous" I was, and I start wanting to be that pixie again. That's why
I'm shaved smooth, have my hair cut in this cute way, and why it's blonde and
yes, why I smell so nice. What? Do I like guys? No! But pixies please big
boys, you know? It's not like I can help it, it's what pretty pixies do.
Do you think I'm so gorgeous? You do?!? That is so awesome. So why won't you
go out with me?
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