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Danny Hates Shaving - Part 2
In which Danny tries on girl's clothing for the first time.
Come Christmas, Matt and I had talked about getting presents for each
other. We decided that we might as well but set a fairly low dollar
value and agreed that the present had to be something useful and
practical. So just before we went home for the holiday break we
exchanged gifts. I'd just given Matt a $25 gift card to the campus
store, in a Christmas card, but his present to me was a larger package.
When I opened it I found that it was underwear. But not just any
underwear - thong underwear! Oh man, those things looked gross. Like
there was just this strap that went around your waist, and that had a
fabric cup attached to it that was just big enough to cover your dick
and balls, and the bottom of the cup had a strap that went, well,
between the cheeks of your ass and connected to the waist strap in the
back. Man, there was no way I was going to wear anything like that. And
what was worse, they weren't, like, normal color - white. They were
like, black, and yellow, and bright red, and one was rainbow colored -
you get the idea. So I just said, "Oh, uh, well, uh thanks. This is
certainly practical. And, uh, I really like them. And, um, thanks
again," as I blushed and stuffed them back into the box.
After the first couple of days at home, things were getting kind of
boring. I was watching TV one afternoon - some dumb show about college
students partying in Ft. Lauderdale - actually, if I had the money I
wouldn't mind being there myself. Anyway, at least the girls were cute
with their tits just barely covered up by their tiny bikini tops. And
some of the guys were wearing Speedos as small and tight as the pair
Matt had given me this past summer. So that got me thinking about how
the tight Speedos had really felt pretty good. And that got me thinking
about the thong underwear that Matt had given me. And that got me
wondering about how it would feel to wear something like that. So I went
up to my room, rummaged around in my dresser and found one of the pairs
that I had brought home from the dorm - intending to leave them at the
house when I returned to the dorm. I stripped off my jeans and briefs
and pulled on the thong. Man, did that feel different! Like, in the
front it felt kind of like the Speedo. But in the back I had this thin
strap running up my ass. And, like, my ass was completely exposed. And
when I put my jeans back on the feeling of my bare ass rubbing against
the rough fabric got me so turned on that I immediately dropped my hands
to my crotch and began masturbating through my jeans. After I finished I
didn't change the thong but kept it on for the rest of the day, enjoying
the tight feeling and the dampness in my crotch from my semen. After
that experience, I began wearing the thongs on a regular basis - washing
them myself so that my Mom wouldn't see them.
Guess Matt must have gotten back to the dorm before I did at the end of
the holidays as he wasn't in the suite but there was a gift wrapped box
on my bed with a "Happy New Year" card on it. I opened it and found two
bottles, one marked "So Sexy Shampoo" and the other marked "So Sexy
Conditioner." It was almost like Matt had read my mind as I had been
thinking about what to do with my hair. I hadn't gotten it cut since
high school graduation and it was even kinda long then. Now it hung
nearly an inch below the top of my shoulders and the last couple of
months or so it seemed as though it was fuller, or something. I had to
keep brushing it back out of my eyes and it kept getting all tangled.
"Maybe this stuff will help," I thought, so I jumped in the shower and
used the shampoo and conditioner and then dried my hair as best as I
could with a towel and then let it finish air drying as I unpacked. By
the time my clothes were all put away, my hair was dry and I couldn't
believe how much better it looked - really shiny and glossy. For the
time being I just pulled it back into a ponytail and snapped a rubber
band around it. The fragrance of the conditioner was stronger than I
liked, a kind of flowery smell, but I liked the way it made my hair look
so much that I guessed I could put up with that.
A few minutes later Matt walked into our suite and saw what I'd done
with my hair. "I thought you could use some of that hair care shit," he
said.
"Yeah, I guess," I replied and then continued, "And I've got a surprise
for you." With that I slipped my jeans partway down and let Matt see the
red thong that I'd put on that morning. "See," I said, "I do like your
Christmas present," as I turned around so he could see how I looked in
it.
"Nice ass," he said.
"Fuck you," I replied. But I could tell that he liked the way I looked
by the big bulge he was developing in his crotch. Just about that time I
felt my own cock begin to harden and then a couple of inches of it
popped out of the top of my thong. Matt and I just stood there for a
couple of seconds, nay saying anything, and staring at our swelling
cocks. This situation was moving way too fast for me so I pulled my
jeans back up, grabbed my jacket, and went outside for a walk while I
cooled off. When I came back in, both Matt and I pretended that nothing
had happened.
Just before we left campus for the Christmas break I had changed my
major. Mechanical Engineering wasn't as interesting as I had thought
that it would be, and I had gotten involved with a couple of the campus
vocal groups and really liked that. So I changed my major from ME to
Voice Studies. Things went pretty well at first but by the end of
January I was having some problems with my voice. Like, I could still
sing and everything but I was having problems hitting some of the lower
notes. I talked to the instructor and she had me sing a few different
notes and told me that I would be better off singing as an Alto instead
of a Tenor. Well, that wouldn't have been so bad except that instead of
singing with the Tenors which were mostly guys, I was now the only guy
singing with the other Altos who were all girls. It was even more
embarrassing at the Winter Concert because all the guys were supposed to
wear dark slacks with white shirts and ties and the girls were supposed
to wear red blouses with their dark slacks and I realized how much I
would stand out. During the final practice, I talked to the director and
she reluctantly agreed to let me wear a red blouse instead of a white
shirt so I made a quick trip to the mall and picked out a red silk
blouse that fit me. I let my hair down out of the pony tail and parted
it in the center and let it hang down on my shoulders and that allowed
me to fit in with the girls in the Alto section. As I was getting
dressed in our suite before the concert, Matt kept getting on my case
with comments like: "Cute outfit you're wearing tonight," or "You need a
pair of earrings to go with that blouse, sweetie." I just ignored him.
I hadn't realized that my nipples had gotten bigger until I looked at
myself in the blouse and saw them poking through the thin fabric. Well,
they weren't huge or anything but they stuck out a little less than an
inch from my chest. Actually, in shape and size they're about the size
of the first joint on my index finger. But I found that if I leaned
forward just a little to provide some extra slack in the fabric over my
chest they weren't that noticeable.
Pissed me off because they spelled my name as "Danielle" instead of
Danny in the program, though.
Anyway, after the concert, Matt talked me into going out and having a
drink or two to relax. We found a bar that was a little less crowded
with drunken students fighting and throwing up than usual and got a
booth over in a dark corner. Matt and I were just talking about nothing
in particular when the waitress came over to take our order, she looked
at me first and asked, "And what is the lady having tonight?"
I blushed and was just about to set her straight when Matt kicked me
under the table so I just asked for a vodka and 7-Up. After she left
Matt started laughing and then I realized how in the dim light, and with
my red blouse on, my higher voice and long hair, how she had mistaken me
for a girl, and I began laughing along with Matt. We had several more
rounds of drinks before we headed back to the suite. I was pretty wasted
from the alcohol and I think Matt was just as bad off as I was because
he was being nice to me, not picking on me the way he had before the
concert, and opening doors for me and all that kind of stuff and I was
really enjoying it - except for the part where he kept staring at my
nipples as they showed through my blouse - that was kind of
embarrassing. Anyway, just about the time we got to the suite the drinks
really hit me and although I think Matt wanted to stay up and play a
video game I wobbled off to my room, lay down on my bed and immediately
fell asleep.
When I got up the next morning and looked at myself in the mirror, I
realized how nice my hair looked so I've been wearing it down ever since
then.
I guess I must have gained a couple of pounds over the holidays because
my clothes were tighter on me - well, not my shirts, but my jeans sure
were. I was struggling to zip up my fly and snap the metal catch the
other day and was muttering something under my breath about having to
either lose weight or buy some jeans in a larger size. I guess Matt must
have heard me as a couple of days later he came into my bedroom and
handed me a large shopping bag. "What's this?" I asked.
"Well, uh, you've got a birthday coming up, and I heard you say
something about needing some more clothes so I, umm, figured that I'd
get you an early present," he replied. He was blushing a little which
seemed kind of funny to me. Like, what's embarrassing about giving
somebody a birthday present?
Well, I'm never one to turn down a gift so I dumped the bag out on my
bed and found that he had gotten me a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of
tan corduroy pants, and two cardigan sweaters - one a cream color and
one a light yellow. "Hey man, thanks for the present, I really
appreciate the present," I told him. Even though I wouldn't have picked
those colors for the sweaters - dark blue is more my color. But I guess
you can't complain about a gift.
"Well, uh, you better make sure they fit okay because I had to guess at
your size," he said and blushed even more. Something weird was going on
here and I couldn't figure out what it was.
My question was answered when I tried on the pair of jeans. The first
thing I noticed was that they weren't the usual denim but were made of a
stretch fabric. Then when I tried to pull them up to my waist, I
couldn't - they were cut so low that they barely covered my crotch. I
picked up the corduroy pants and looked at them and found that they had
the same very low rise cut. Looking at the label, I realized that they
weren't guy's pants - they were girl's pants. I picked up the sweaters
and examined them more closely - yep, girl's sweaters also. Matt hadn't
gotten me guy's clothes - he had gotten me GIRL'S CLOTHES!
Looking at Matt who was now beet red, I asked: "So what's going on here?
What's with the girl's clothes? You get lost in the store, or are you
blind or something? What kind of joke is this?"
I almost felt sorry for Matt because he was so embarrassed and he was
trying to stammer out an answer: "Well, uh, umm, I thought that you, uh,
I mean that, oh, uh, you looked so nice, uh, at the umm, Winter Concert
that, uh, I thought you might, uh, like some, you know, better looking
clothes. But I, uh, think it was, uh, a mistake and I can, uh, take them
back and exchange them," and he started to gather up the pants and the
two sweaters.
I was going to let him take the clothes back but he was so embarrassed
and I felt sorry for him so I just said: "Uh, well, there's no rush. I
mean, as long as you have them here, why don't I, uh, just wear them for
a day or so and see how I like them."
So I pulled off my shirt and pulled on the yellow cardigan and looked at
myself in the mirror. WOW! Did I look different! First, I had about
three inches of skin showing between the bottom of the sweater and the
top of the jeans and my navel was exposed. Second, the stretch fabric
made it look as if the jeans were painted on my body. Third, I hadn't
realized how the weight I had gained had all been on my hips - I really
had a very rounded figure now below my waist and in my rear end. And
finally, I hadn't realized that I had a couple of dimples at the base of
my spine - dimples which were now very visible above my rounded rear
end. Man, I was getting so turned on by the way I looked that I had this
big erection, and I could tell from the bulge in Matt's crotch that he
was pretty turned on as well. I wasn't sure what to do for a minute or
so and then I walked over to Matt, said: "Well, since I'm all dressed
up, why not take me out for a drink," and I kissed him lightly on the
cheek - just a peck really - not a real kiss - guys don't do that kind
of thing to each other. Man, I thought he was going to cum in his jeans
but he went to his room and grabbed his jacket, I put on my jacket, and
we headed out to a bar.
As we were walking to the bar, I looked over at Matt and said, "You
know, I think you'd look better if you let your beard and hair grow
out."
"Ya think?" he replied, "Maybe."
When we got to the bar, we found that our favorite secluded booth over
in the dark corner was empty so we grabbed that. Matt slid into the
booth and instead of sitting across the table from him, I slid in next
to him. As I was getting into the booth, I looked at Matt from the side
and noticed that he was developing a belly. You know, not a huge gut or
anything, but a little beer belly that bulged out over his belt just a
little. "That's cute," I said, patting it gently, "Keep that up and
it'll fuck up your soccer game."
"Jesus fucking Christ," he said, "It's fucking winter and I'll drop a
couple of pounds before spring practice starts."
"Wow," I thought, "like don't be sensitive or anything. Like, it's just
a little beer belly. Nothing to get upset over." I dropped the subject
and Matt ordered a pitcher of beer and I ordered a glass of white wine.
We just sat there for awhile and talked. Matt finished the pitcher of
beer and ordered another one and I had two more glasses of wine. I was
beginning to get kind of a buzz on and I was also getting kind of turned
on. I don't know whether it was the wine, or sitting next to Matt, or
feeling my nipples rub against the inside of my blouse, but man, my cock
was getting hard and I had to shift around a little to get comfortable
as it swelled up. One thing about the stretch jeans that Matt had bought
me, they sure didn't leave much to the imagination of what was happening
in my crotch.
I guess Matt must have noticed for I saw that he had developed an even
bigger bulge and that got me even more excited. I reached over with my
right hand and patted it a couple of times and then began to rub it
gently. I looked around and saw that no one was seated near us and it
was dark enough that even if they had been, they wouldn't have been able
to see what was happening under our table, so I reached up, popped the
buckle on Matt's belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. I
reached down into his shorts and freed his cock which immediately popped
out into my hand. Man, his weapon was huge, and hairy, and hot in my
hand. I began to stroke it as Matt began breathing a little faster. At
the same time I was stroking Matt, I had my left hand down in my crotch,
rubbing myself through my stretch jeans. Jesus, if I was turned on
before, I was horny as hell now and pretty soon I ejaculated into my
jeans. A minute or so after that Matt groaned a little and squirted a
load of hot semen on the bottom of the table and all over my hand. We
both just leaned back in the booth and relaxed for a minute or so before
I wiped Matt's semen off my hand onto my jeans and he struggled to get
his cock back into his jeans. FUCK, I couldn't believe that I had just
given another guy a hand job!
After a couple of more minutes of silence, Matt looked over at me and
said: "Uh, can you let me outta the booth? I really hafta take a piss."
To tell the truth, the wine had gone through me and my bladder was
feeling pretty full as well but as I got out of the booth, I realized
that, dressed like I was, and with my hair down, there was no way I
could go to the Men's Room without getting challenged by someone, so I
just said: "Umm, can we just leave now, I have to take a leak too but I
can't go into the Men's Room." Matt just looked at me with a frown for a
couple of seconds and then his expression changed to a smile as he
realized what my problem was. So both stumbled out of the bar and walked
around to the back where we both pulled out our cocks and painted the
snowbank yellow. "Man, what a night," I thought when we finally made it
back to our suite and I was in my bed.
The next couple of days, both Matt and I were kind of quiet and avoided
each other. I don't think either of us was ready to talk about what had
happened in the bar that night.
(End of part 2 - to be continued)
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