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James was atypical, it appeared, for a freshman at University of Southern
California. He was not six foot something. He possessed neither blond
hair nor a chiseled jaw line. Nor an eight-inch member.
No, James was something else. Born and raised on the East Coast, James
was entering a whole new world at USC. At five foot five and 120 pounds,
James was somewhat slight of build. He'd been a soccer player and a
wrestler in high school, though, so James wasn't completely far from
maintaining good physical health. In fact, James was pretty strong for
his size, though that's not to say James could stand to use a little more
muscle, and a little less pudge.
Academically, James was on par. He wasn't struggling at all, on that
level. And socially, James was just warming up to his fellow freshmen.
But as far as romantically, on the girl scene, James was flunking out of
California. He just couldn't compete with the typical: a six-foot,
muscled Adonis.
That was, until Annie.
"Are you kidding? Look, calculus may not be too hard for me, but that
doesn't mean I enjoy it, Annie," James muttered, as Annie dropped another
calculus assignment on the table.
They met every day, now, at three in the afternoon. And it always went
the same way. Annie was a perfectly smart girl, but she had no desire to
waste her time with assignments or papers. She preferred to enlist help:
eager, willing, almost desperate help. And that was James, who she'd
singled out pretty early in the semester. She'd flirted, she'd smiled,
and she'd thrown him against the wall of the Radisson and kissed him
senseless. Now, though she somehow always avoided the technicality of
officially declaring it a relationship, James cranked out her assignments
and then Annie made time to make-out.
"Shh, baby," Annie soothed James absently, brushing a hand through his
growing hair. A few weeks ago, she'd mentioned how much she liked longer
hair, and James had promptly cancelled his appointment with the barber.
Now, James' short brown hair was growing well past his ears, almost
dusting his shoulders. "Just hurry up, and we can go back to my room,
okay?"
James was convinced. He, too, took a moment to brush a hand through his
hair, to push it away from his eyes. And then: calculus.
Annie slammed James up against the door of her room, kissing him deeply
as she turned her key in the lock. She pushed the door open, pulling
James through, as well. Then she kicked the door shut, and locked it.
James, breathing heavily, stumbled back a step and grinned goofily.
She was without complaint, from James' perspective. At about five foot
eight, she was a touch taller than James, though certainly no heavier.
James was actually reminded of a girl back home, one with the same name,
and the same color hair: blonde. Slender and athletic, Annie dressed to
tease in clothing that always revealed her hipbones, or her navel, or her
collarbones, or the tops of her breasts. Or all of the above.
"Less than an hour this time," Annie mused, remarking of how long it took
James to complete the assignment. "You're getting more efficient. I like
that."
She leaned back against the door, appraising James, as she always did.
Finally, a devious smile appeared on her lips. She waved her hand airily,
in his direction. "Take off your clothes, baby."
James blinked. His eyes widened then, and James simply stared for a
moment or two, temporarily paralyzed. At length, though, James began to
pull his shirt over his head. Thankful that Annie owned a single
apartment, James next unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped his jeans. Soon,
James remained only in his boxers, a tent forming.
Annie couldn't help but giggle, as she eyed James' slight frame. She
wrinkled her nose, but reserved her opinion for the moment. "Panties,
too, baby..."
Raising an eyebrow, James glanced down at his own boxers. He turned a
brilliant shade of pink, much to Annie's enjoyment, as he lowered his
underwear to the floor, as well, revealing his five-inch erection and
tiny balls. Now, came Annie's judgment.
"Now, baby..." Annie murmured, pushing away from the door and slinking
closer, taking notice of James' eyes as they followed the swinging of her
hips. She stopped inches away, first tilting James' head back so that
their eyes met. "You're not half-bad, baby. Cute, really. You could stand
to eat a little less meat, though, and a few more salads... Oh, and
you're horribly hairy."
It was true. James' chest was unusually bare and smooth, but his legs,
groin, and armpits were dark with curly, brown hair. He swallowed
tightly, as Annie's hand touched the center of his chest... and began to
slide south.
"So do me a favor, baby..." Annie continued to murmur, her hand running
along James' slightly soft but relatively flat stomach. "Use my bathroom,
okay? Take a shower. You can use my shampoo, conditioner, and soap. My
razor, too. Make sure to shave your legs clean. Armpits, and even your
arms. You might even want to give your neck and chin a good shave, too,
just so you're perfectly smooth. You can leave your crotch hairy, if you
want. I can always take care of that for you, later... When you get out,
towel yourself off, and then moisturize. There's a bottle marked 'body
lotion' on the sink. Apply it liberally, everywhere. And then meet me in
my room, okay? I'll change into something a little more... inviting."
James stammered, clearing his throat once before speaking clearly.
"Okay."
Annie smiled, finally cupping his balls with her soft hand. She leaned
forward, kissing his lips gently, teasingly. "Hurry up, baby."
Her bathroom was far from the standard, sterile environment James usually
encountered on campus. Annie must have taken her time to redecorate.
Pink
and floral seemed to be the theme, as far as the shower curtain, rugs,
and towels.
James slipped into the shower, after finding the water ran at a
comfortable temperature. It was far from cold, so James never really lost
his erection. He followed Annie's instructions, using the requested
shampoo and conditioner, although they both smelled strongly of flowers.
The soap smelled equally feminine, to James' chagrin. But what did James
expect, in a girl's bathroom? It didn't seem that unusual, then. Finally,
once James' hair felt clean enough, hanging to his shoulders, James
turned his attention to the pink razor on the tub's edge.
The sensation was strange, as James began to shave the first leg. The
thick hair fell away without much resistance, though, and James found
that Annie's razor worked much more smoothly than any he'd ever used on
his own face. Soon, James' legs were bare and smooth straight up to his
hips. He took a little time to trim the hair around his groin, but
remained too wary to do much more there.
James finished up by shaving his armpits clean, and then running the
razor down his lightly haired arms. He ran the razor across his neck,
too, though there wasn't much of a need at all. Basking in the warm water
for a few more minutes, James stepped regretfully from the shower at
last: smooth and clean.
It occurred to James at this point that he'd neglected to bring his
clothes into the bathroom with him, so he would be exiting just as naked
as he entered. With a sigh, James picked up the lotion.
He was lightly tanned, at best, and only then on his arms and shoulders.
The rest of him was rather pale, from lack of exposure to the sun. It
seemed strange, again, to run his hands over his smooth legs and arms,
applying the moisturizer as ordered to every inch of his body. Once
finished, James took a look in the full-length mirror on the door.
"... She's worth it," James reminded himself, taken aback by the sight of
his near-hairless body, his dark hair framing his shocked features.
Inhaling deeply one last time, James stepped from the bathroom.
"Awww!" Annie squealed, as James appeared demurely in the doorway to her
bedroom. She scampered over, dressed to James' unspoken approval in a
black thong and a matching black, lacey corset. She'd even gone as far to
pull up fishnet stockings, on each leg, held in place at mid-thigh with
delicate suspenders. "You look so, so, so much better, James..." She ran
her hand over his smooth body, openly appreciating the transformation.
"But come here," Annie added, taking James' hand after kissing his lips
once more. "I have to finish the job."
She dragged James back into the bathroom, picking up her razor. Closing
the door, she pressed James back up against the mirror. "Behave, and
don't move a muscle..." Applying a touch of shaving lotion to make the
job easier, Annie took to James' crotch. He froze, not arguing with the
idea of staying still. When she was satisfied, Annie cleaned James up
with a wet cloth and turned him around to face the mirror.
She'd shaved the entire area clean, except for a delicate triangle.
Upside down, the patch of hair pointed downward to his semi-erection, the
hair shaved close to the skin so it wasn't as furry as it was before.
Now, only that patch and the hair on James' head remained. All else was
shaved smooth and lotioned.
Annie's smile, at this point, was no longer cute and flirty. It was
purely evil. "Okay, baby... Now we can visit my closet."
James blinked, opening his mouth to protest, but Annie simply kissed him
forcefully, touching a hand to his erection. Effectively silenced, James
allowed Annie to tug him into the bedroom. She pushed him down, forcing
him onto the small chair she kept before her vanity.
"Now, before wardrobe, we should probably talk..." Annie mused, with a
smile as she moved to stand behind James, turning him in the chair to
face the mirror. "As you've probably guessed by now, I'm not much into
big, muscular men. I prefer boys like you: small, light, and... girly."
James almost protested again, but Annie picked up a pair of scissors. The
sight of them caused James to silence again, as she ran a brush through
his wet hair. As she continued to talk, she brushed out his hair, taking
a snip here and there.
"I think you'll find our relationship agreeable, from this point out.
You'll have to trust me, of course... but the sex will be great, I
promise." Annie giggled, eyes narrowing as she critiqued her work thus
far. Chewing her lower lip thoughtfully, she laid down the scissors and
picked up her hair dryer. Turning it on, she spoke louder, to compensate
for the noise of its whirring fan. "You'll make a pretty girl, baby.
You've got everything. The pale skin, the narrow frame, the beautiful
collarbones... Even your hips are slender and pretty. And your legs are
absolutely perfect. And of course, your little erection is adorable."
Distracted by her voice, James hadn't noticed his reflection until she'd
turned off the hair dryer. His hair fell in ringlets to his shoulders,
feathery and layered. Across his forehead, straight bangs were brushed
out to his eyes. It was not a masculine style, without a doubt.
James was then turned away from the mirror, as the makeover continued.
Again, Annie prattled on and on, to keep James from concentrating on what
she was doing.
"Now, it's all going to seem pretty drastic, I know. But I have no
intention of your parents or friends back home finding out about your new
life. So it won't ever reach the point where you'll legally have to
change the information on your birth certificate... Everyone here,
though? Well, it'll be pretty obvious. I'm going to keep you in skirts
and dresses. You'll even go to classes as such. Thankfully, you haven't
made many close friends here, yet. And you know the teachers: they'll
never even notice. They'll assume you're just another girl. Of course,
our schedules are practically identical, which is another reason you made
the perfect experiment..."
Her voice was hypnotic. When James was spun around to face the mirror, he
couldn't believe she'd accomplished so much without his conscious
notice.
Annie had trimmed his eyebrows, down to a more delicate arch. Mascara and
eyeliner brought out the blue of his eyes. Blush, heavy on his already
rosy cheeks, effectively highlighted his cheekbones. And then there were
his lips, pink and glossy.
"Aren't you just so cute?" Annie gushed softly, tugging on his hair. She
worked efficiently, parting and pulling on his softened hair. Before his
eyes, James watched as she manipulated his hair into short, little
pigtails. They were perfect, and she tied them each off with a pink bow.
Then, as promised, came the wardrobe. James moved dumbly and submissively
with the final step, allowing Annie complete freedom. She produced a
small white bra, which, when clasped in place, molded James' soft chest.
Thusly, a pair of very small breasts, less maybe than even an A-cup, was
formed. She eased a short slip on next, its delicate silk texture new and
somewhat exciting to James. In fact, his erection was indeed returning.
Annie then helped James into a pair of crotchless, white, silky
stockings. They went all the way up to his waist, encasing his smooth
legs but leaving his groin exposed. Finally, there was the dress. It was
the very embodiment of feminity. Pink and floral, it was zipped up the
back. Its sleeves were short and puffy, ending in lace just after the
curve of the shoulder. Its neckline dipped low, revealing the curve of
James' small chest. Its body hugged to James', revealing his curves right
down to his waist. Here, at what must have been James' bellybutton, the
dress expanded, supported by layers of petticoats. It poofed out, away
from his body, and ended at mid-thigh.
Delighted, Annie urged James' small feet into a pair of white Mary Janes.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Janey..." she whispered, causing James
to
blush. It was quite clear from James' lack of protests that he deeply
enjoyed the feminization process. Of course, his erection was skillfully
hidden, though, beneath the dress. James glanced once over his shoulder
into the mirror, shocked by the image of a young, prepubescent girl
looking back at him.
She stepped forward, kissing James' glossy lips softly. "I hope you don't
mind that you're not wearing panties, baby..." Annie apologized, pushing
James down onto her bed. She eased over him, straddling his waist. "But
I
wanted to deflower my new girl, without having to worry about undressing
her."
James felt her hands pull his dress up around her waist, revealing his
throbbing erection. She wasted no more time. Pulling her thong to one
side, she lowered herself onto James' erection. Annie was tight and warm,
and James moaned softly in disbelief. He was, indeed, a virgin. No
longer, of course.
"Ohhh, Janey," mumbled Annie softly, sliding up and down on his small
length. She moved with exact and experienced movements, hips rolling
deftly to massage James' organ. "Your clitty feels soooo good, baby...
Don't you just want to cum, for me? Right now, baby... right now."
James obeyed, much to his own disappointment. Within a minute, James had
been straddled, fucked, and spent. His cum shot from his 'clitty', the
moment Annie commanded. He groaned in shame and embarrassment, but Annie
only giggled and smiled, leaning down to kiss James gently.
"Good girl..."
And with that, James' eyes rolled back, and the exhausted and overwhelmed
boy passed out.
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