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DAWN ARRIVES BY JANICE Anita and I have been friends since we first met in High School. She was a cheer leader and I was a nerd. She could have any guy she wanted and she had guys following her around like puppy dogs. I knew that a guy like me would never have a chance with her so I could just worship her from afar, which I did. After high school we went our own way and ... as sometimes happens... we found ourselves living within a few blocks of each other when we settled down in our new town and careers. We became friends, like in high school, but things never developed beyond that. I am a cross dresser. I started when I was about ten and would dress when I was home alone, which at that age, was not too often. My mother did catch me a few times then gave it up as a lost cause and allowed me to dress whenever I wanted to but she did nothing to help me, I was on my own which was good enough for me. Now that I live alone I can, and do, dress whenever I am in the mood, which is quite often. One afternoon I was putting a picture of me in a new dress in my album. I was sitting in my kitchen looking through the album which was full of photos of me in various dresses when the door bell rang. I walked through the living room and opened the front door. Anita was there. I welcomed her in and we sat in the living room. She wanted to watch a certain TV program, which was on cable which she did not have, and I did. I turned it on and we watched it. About an hour into the show she asked if she could have a soda. I told her to help herself. She went to the kitchen to fetch a cold one from the fridge. The commercial was over and she was still in the kitchen. She was still not back a few minutes later so I went to the kitchen to see what was keeping her, I saw her sitting at the table looking through my album which I had inadvertently left sitting open and in plane sight on the table. "Oops." "This is you, Phil?" she said in a questioning tone. There was no way I was able to lie my way out of this, she knew I had no sister, or girl cousins. "Yes." "You are cute. How long have you been doing this, dressing as a girl?" I thought I may as well tell the whole truth. "For as long as I can remember." I told her all about how, as a kid, I would wear my mothers clothes whenever I could; how I always admired the way girls looked when wearing party dresses and how bad it was not being able to wear them when I went to parties. I must have spoken for an hour or more telling her all I could remember; and desired to tell. I had to emphasize that I did not want to be a girl; I merely wanted to dress like one. I told her that I occasionally go out in my girl persona; I call myself, Dawn when I do, which is about once or twice a week. When I finished she just sat there looking at me. "Do you mean that you have kept this inside you all these years? Why didn't you say something?" "What am I going to say, I love your dress, Can I borrow it some day?" "Yes, I guess you are right." After a few minutes of nervous silence she spoke up. "You did say that you call yourself Dawn. Well Dawn; what say we go out for supper? I can be ready in an hour. How about you?" "Do you really mean it? We can go out as... 'Girlfriends'?" "You are not nervous going out are you?" "No. I go out quite often but always alone. I would love to have company. I guess I can be ready in an hour also," I said happily. I had just bought a new sweater and skirt; I was putting a picture of me in it in my book when Anita interrupted me. I had only worn it for the picture. I knew we were not going anywhere fancy so it would be good enough. It was just a chance for Anita and Dawn to get better acquainted. It did take me almost an hour to get ready. I have a pair of realistic breasts; they cost me about $500.00 dollars a few years ago. They are for women who have had breasts removed and are made to be used with a special adhesive that allows them to stay on for months at a time but with work and my regular life, that is not practicable. I just attach them with Spirit Gum; a theatrical adhesive that is good for several hours, it does a good job and keeps them in place like they are real. I took a bit more time than usual doing my make up so I could look special; after all, this was the first time I was ever going out with someone. Finished, I thought I looked better than ever. I walked the few short blocks to Anita's house. As I neared her house I started getting a bit nervous, what if she thought I looked stupid. What if this...what if that..? Anita opened the door and gave me the once over. I must have passed because she told me I looked great and she loved my skirt. Then she did something that made my heart beat faster. She kissed me, not a boy on girl kiss but as girlfriends do. Well, to get to the point. We, at least I, had a good time. We went out for a light supper and took a walk around the mall. It felt so good to have someone to talk with about clothes and just stuff. My sexual preference was brought up just once. I told her, again, that I was straight. I just liked wearing girl's clothes. It was almost nine pm when she dropped me off in front of my apartment house. I got the thrill of my life when she kissed me goodnight, again a girl on girl kiss, but still, a kiss, and said we must do this again sometime. I happily agreed. Sometime happened about two weeks later. Anita and I went out about twice a week as girlfriends. Anita asked me over for a cookout on Sunday but she wanted me for supper the night before, Saturday. After supper we just talked. She told me all about her job; she went to collage and worked as an assistant for a hypnotherapist. I told her about my job as a Computer Programmer. Before I knew it, a few hours had passed and I went home. She told me that she had a friend who went to the Military academy in the next town. His classes' graduation was in about a month. To make a long story short, her friend had a friend whose family was across the country and could not make it to the ceremony dance and would I, "pleasepleaseplease", go as his date to the ceremony? Was she asking me to go on a blind date with a guy? She knows I'm straight, I told her that a dozen times. "Sure, I'd love to," I heard myself say. "Where did that come from? I thought, I didn't want to go with a guy. "OH! Thanks so much. Glenn will be thrilled. I showed him a picture of you and he thinks you're hot," she exclaimed. "There is a mistake here. I meant to say never," is what I tried to say. "I'd love to meet him," is what came out. That Friday I again met with Anita at her house and again time passed quickly. I felt as if I was there no longer than an hour but when I looked at the clock I saw that we had been talking for nearly three hours. Saturday I shaved my legs; I usually do on Saturdays because I, Dawn, usually go out on weekends. This time I was extra careful with shaving, legs and face. My clothes had been on my dresser since Wednesday. After a long bubble bath I started my ritual to become Dawn. I was nervous but not because I was going out with Anita, in the months since Anita snooped in my album, we had gone on girls nights, and days, many times. I was nervous because, for the first time ever, and against my better judgment, I was going on a date with a guy. I still did not know why I was doing this. It was more like a compulsion than a desire. Maybe I just wanted to test the waters. But that couldn't be it because I still get excited at a pretty girl. You have no idea how many times I have erections when I see Anita walking around in just panties and bras, or when I see a pretty girl walking down the street. I put on my sexiest and thinnest panties, only to cover them with my padded spandex panty girdle. My pantyhose were black and my bra, French cut and black lace. Then I put on my hip and ass padding over my lace black panties, I glued my breasts on and then my white mini slip with lace cups and four inches of lace at the hem. I decided on a red angora sweater and red mini skirt with gold thread throughout. I noticed that sometimes my slip would show just the tiniest when I moved a certain way. My high heels were my highest, about four inches. My hair is short and I wore my long auburn wig with waves. Anita called me and told me she would be over in a few to help me with my make up. She told me I was lovely and kidded me that I may lose my virginity that night. Needless to say, I was extremely nervous. What the hell am I doing going out to meet, and probably date, a guy? Anita complimented me on how I looked. I usually did a good job when I did my own make up but Anita made me look like an amateur, I was beautiful. At the caf?, in the parking lot, I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car. We no sooner entered when Anita pointed to two good looking guys in uniforms sitting across the room. They saw us and stood as we approached them. I was introduced to Glenn, who was to be my date and Bart, Anita's boyfriend. They were both tall, athletic, good looking guys. The dinner was enjoyable and I was surprised that I was not nervous, well, not a lot. I liked Glenn and I think he liked me. Dinner over we all decided to go back to Anita's house for coffee before the guys had to return to the Academy. Two couples, two cars. Each of us girls went with our guys in their car. We met at back Anita's. After coffee and some more chit chat it was late and the boys did have to get going. Glenn offered to drive me home and I accepted. He stopped in front of my apartment building, got out and he walked me to the lobby door while Bart waited in the car. A few minutes of nervous small talk and he turned to leave, I tugged on his sleeve; he turned back and I put my arms around his neck, pulled him down to my level and kissed him goodnight. "I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" he said as I pulled my lips away. "Yes, and I had a wonderful time tonight." The tomorrow he was talking about was a cookout at Anita's; she had one almost every weekend. Getting ready for bed I thought about what was going on and what had gone on this night. I had gone out with a man and I liked it. I had kissed a man. And I had liked it. I was looking forward to seeing this man again tomorrow and accepting his invitation to the ball, and I didn't know why. I am not attracted to men but for no rhyme or reason, I was attracted to this man, a virtual stranger. Before I knew it, it was the next morning. Anita called me while I was having breakfast at about ten. I felt like a school girl as I narrated what happened when Glenn dropped me off and how I was looking forward to seeing him again. She told me that Glenn and Bart were there and Glenn would be over to pick me up when I was ready. I told her I would call. I wore something simple but cute. I wanted to make a good impression. I knew it was just for a cookout but I did not want to look sloppy. I called when I was ready and Anita told me Glenn was on his way. I live on the fifth floor and by the time I got to the street I saw Glenn's car pull up to the curb. He got out, kissed me and opened the car for me, quite a gentleman. I got in and squeezed up next to him when he got in. (Why am I doing this? Why am I acting like a woman? I liked being treated this way, and I like the kisses. I know I shouldn't be doing this but it feels so good.) These thoughts were in my head for the three minute drive to Anita's house. I held his hand all the way. Arriving at Anita's he again held the door for me. I was really beginning to like this. Anita greeted me with an air kiss, "Hey girlfriend. Are you ready to pig out, or are you watching your weight?" I told her I was watching my weight and we went to the kitchen to get the stuff ready while the guys sat outside and did whatever it is that guys do, which is talk about the girls. I kept glancing out the window at Glenn; it seemed I couldn't take my eyes off him. Finally everything was ready. We took the stuff outside where the guys had the barbeque going. As always happens in situations like this, we paired of, Anita and Bart; Glenn and I. He attended my every wish, all I had to do was mention that I wanted this or that and I would have it. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment. I felt like a teenage girl with her first crush. If he would treat me like this on such a casual event, what would he be like on a special affair which I was just waiting for him to ask me to. Finally he asked me to be his date for the Graduation Ceremony and dance. The words were not out of his mouth and I answered a resounding, "Yes." He took me in his arms and gave me the biggest kiss I ever received, although I have given many to girls I had taken out, this is the first time I was on the receiving end and I loved it. Then we all talked about the affair. In a nutshell, the ceremony was in two weeks. The ceremony in the afternoon and the dance at night. Anita and I would go there the night before and rent a room. In the morning we would be shown around the Academy, meet some people and change for the ceremony. After that we would change into our gowns for the dance. Spend another night at the motel and leave the next day. That meant that I would need at least five or six changes of clothes; plus I would need a gown, I never bought one because I never needed one. The cookout over, the four of us went for a drive in Bart's car. Then they took us home. Saying goodnight was the best. I felt Glenn's tongue in my mouth and his hand massaging my ass. Again I thought of the many times I had done this to the girls I took out; and again I realized how much better it felt on this end. I had been missing so much. "Boy," I thought to myself as I lay in bed that night. "I'm sure glad I am between girlfriends at this time. What if I had a girlfriend? Would I have accepted Anita's offer to fix me up...with a guy. What if I never left that book open for her to see it? What if...what if...what if..?" The next thing I know it was morning and I had to get to work. I had to force myself to concentrate on my job all week. My mind kept returning to the Ball. I had never had a Ball gown; or even an evening gown; I could not see spending that kind of money on something I might use only once, or maybe not even that much. That was solved by Anita saying I could borrow one of hers if she had one that fit, if not, she knew of a place where they sold second hand gowns at a very reasonable price. That weekend we went shopping for a gown for her. I even tried on a few just for fun. There were some very beautiful gowns there and I wished I could afford at least three of them. Anita bought hers, then we had to pick out shoes and a handbag, at the same shop. After finishing her shopping we went back to her house to see if we could find a gown for me from her large collection. She had an even dozen gowns, not counting the one she bought today. It took me almost an hour before I narrowed my choice to one. (Just for the record, we found out that she and I are exactly the same size,) she found the matching shoes and handbag. I knew I would look beautiful in that gown with the proper make up and hair do. Working in an office I have to keep my hair short so I wear a wig, I have several different styles and colors. My hair is not so short though that I can't form a chick feminine look when I want, but Dawn does prefer long hair. The Friday we were supposed to leave, Anita had an appointment to have her hair and nails done at a salon. I went along with her to have my nails lengthened, shaped and polished, I could always cut them down Sunday night before going back to work on Monday. We left right from the salon. I, we, dressed comfortably for traveling. Our gowns were hanging on the hook in the back seat and our two (each) large suitcases were in the trunk. "Anita," I said, "there is something I have to talk about." "Go ahead Hon. you know you can tell me anything, we are soul sisters." "That's just the point. We are not sisters. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I am not a girl. I am not gay. Why the hell am I so drawn to Glenn? Never in my life have I been interested in a guy, I have had my share of girls. I can't understand what is happening. I feel so good when I am with Glenn, and his kisses knock the wind out of me." As I talked I gesture a lot and I kept being drawn to my hands. They looked so feminine with the long red nails; they looked long and slender, so feminine. "Could I possible be gay and not realize it till now?" "Look Dawn. I don't know how to answer but let me ask you a few questions. Do you like him? Do you like being with him? I know you like his kisses. When you are apart do you count the hours until you see him again?" "Yes, to all of them." "Then face it girl, you are in love. Don't fight it. Go with it. You have a great looking guy, and I think he has the hots for you." "All of what you are saying is well and good but what will happen when, not if, but when, he finds out I am not the girl he loves but a guy in a dress. I want to back out right now and go home but on the other hand, I want to be in his arms and make love to him like a woman which is impossible. I don't know what to do," I told her, almost in tears. All of a sudden we were pulling up at the motel. It was supposed to be a four hour drive but it seemed no more than an hour or two, but I did feel so much better. I couldn't wait to see Glenn and hold him in my arms. We checked in at the motel, each in a separate room; that was Anita's idea, I would have been happy sleeping with her, I still had that old feeling from High school. We took a nap in my room, on top of the bed. I did get to hold her in my arms but it was as two girls. What a situation; I was in bed, or at least on the bed, with the girl I have been infatuated with since high school while waiting to go out with a guy I had met less than two months ago, go figure. We got dressed together, in my room. I wore my purple dress with matching shoes. Anita did my make up and straightened my wig which was frizzy from being in my suit case, I brought three wigs with me. The others I put on folding wig stands so I could brush them out later. We met the guys at a local restaurant where they had made reservations. When Anita and I walked in I got the feeling of Deja vu. We looked across the crowded room and saw our two guys rising as we approached them. The room was filled with guys from the academy, and their dates. I felt like I wanted to run to Glenn but was able to use a slow walk. For the first time in two weeks we had each other in our arms. Dignity prevented us from making up for those two weeks. The meal was delicious. After the meal Anita and Bart stood. "We will see you two in a few hours. We have some time to make up for. I think you know now why we got separate rooms," Anita said looking at me. I knew where they were going, I just hoped that Glenn didn't have the same idea, he did. He took me to my hotel room later. I was almost panic stricken, I knew he was there for the same thing Anita and Bart were in their room for. How was I going to stop him from going too far? He took my keys and opened the door. We stepped inside and then we made up for the last two weeks. I had to stop him when he tried opening the buttons down the back of my dress. I told him what some of the girls I went with told me when they didn't want to go any farther; I told him I was a virgin. That I was saving myself for my wedding night. It worked. Two hours later he left me with one of the biggest hard ons I had ever had. I had already creamed myself twice that night; the only thing that saved me was the spandex panty girdle I always wear when I am Dawn Marie. I put on my baby doll nighty, rinsed out my panty girdle and panties and went to bed. Several hours later I heard the door of the room next door, Anita's room, close and a car drive away. There was a light knock on my door and Anita came in. we exchanges stories. I wished I was her; hers was so much more fun. For the first time ever, I wished I was a woman so I could have sex with Glenn the way a man and woman were supposed to have sex. In the morning we started getting ready for the ceremony. It was going to be a hot afternoon so we wore light clothing. I wore my short blond wig which was cooler than my long one. The ceremony was long and boring, and hot. I could feel my scalp sweating under my wig and was glad I did not wear one of my longer ones. About half way through the ceremony there was, fortunately, an intermission. I think every woman there headed for the facilities; I know Anita and I did. The line was long and by the time I got a chance to relieve myself I think my back teeth were floating. There were a lot of women there fixing their make up and hair. I had a fleeting thought of removing my wig and just brushing it out without waiting my turn at the mirror but I didn't, I waited like a good girl. There was enough time for a quick soft drink. I kept telling Anita that I still had no idea why I was here, why was I doing this? I could be home watching a ball game and drinking a cold beer instead of being here, dressed in these tight undergarments waiting for some guy which I had no business waiting for, to do god knows what. Would he try to talk me into having sex with him after I told him I was saving myself for my husband on our wedding night? I also wondered if he would try to talk me into pleasuring him some other way. I knew there was at least two ways I could do that and I surely did not want to do any of them, guys that do that are queer and I am not queer no matter how I am dressed. I wondered if I just might be queer. I had been kissing him, and with some passion and guys don't do that. I came out of my daze when Anita nudged me in my ribs when Glenn was called to receive his diploma and commission. How the hell did I get back in my seat? I looked at my watch and realized that I had lost almost an hour and a half day dreaming. The cadets filed out and the audience was told that friends and relatives could meet their "Officers" in the large tent in the side of the parade grounds. Anita and I managed to fight our way to the tent and after a half hour wait we saw the men coming out the door. The four of us hooked up and we hugged and kissed and congratulated them on becoming officers and gentlemen. Anita and I were introduced to some of Glenn and Bart's friends and we met some of the other guests. We had to leave so we, Anita and I, and our guys, could change for the ball. I did something that made me think again that I was cracking up; as we kissed goodbye, I grabbed Glenn's penis through his pants. I didn't realize it until I was half way back to the car. Back at the room we showered and started getting dressed. I couldn't wait to get into my gown. I had tried it on once to see if it fit but trying something on and wearing something are two entirely different things. We changed in my room because we both would need help with certain things and because girls do things like that. I certainly needed help with my waist cincher, so did Anita. Since Anita and I became girlfriends I had seen her in various stages of undress but when she came to my adjoining room completely naked I was almost shocked, not so much that she was naked but because it did nothing for me. It took at least an hour for us both to get dressed and it was worth it, I have never looked (or felt) so beautiful. Anita was gorgeous. The ball was just that, not a dance or a glorified prom. The women were elegant and the men all decked out in their dress uniforms. The dances were almost all waltzes, none of that hip gyrating and sex with your clothes on stuff that people today call dancing. Glenn was a good dancer and was easy to follow. All too soon it was over. Glenn drove me back to my motel in his car, Anita and Bart used her car, I don't know where they were. At the motel Glenn walked me to my room; he opened the door and, to my shock, went in with me. He immediately took me in his strong arms and kissed me. At that moment I wished I was a woman because all I wanted to do was to satisfy him. I felt him unzip my gown and pull it off my shoulders. I stepped back to let it fall to the floor between us. I knew what was going to happen next. I was going to satisfy him and keep my virginity but first I had to stop him from going any further; how the hell was I going to do that? I knew that I still had the appearance of a woman thanks to my padding. I took his jacket off, then his shirt and unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor right next to my dress. I got to my knees and took him in my mouth. I did not really know what I was doing but I acted on instinct hoping to satisfy him before he found out that I was a male. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his warm sticky fluid. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. Hoping I had done my job I smiled and kissed him. "That was wonderful," he said. "Now let me do you." "Oh, God. I'm dead," I thought to myself. I was too petrified to move. I only hoped he would be the Officer and Gentleman that he was supposed to be. He knelt in front of me, gently but firmly pulled my panties, pantyhose and panty girdle down in one motion. "I hope my health insurance is paid up." Without a second thought he took my penis in his mouth and gave as well as he got. Finished, he Rose and led me to the bed. He must have seen the shock on my face. My vocabulary was limited to "But... You...." and a few other inarticulate sounds. I guess he finally realized that I was trying to say something. The next few minutes were just some babbling and incomplete sentences between us. This is what happened in his words, not necessarily word for word. He is gay. Bart knew and so did Anita. When he realized that he needed a date, escort, for the ball, he asked Bart if he knew a woman who would escort him. Bart mentioned it to Anita. Anita thought that I might like to go to a fancy ball and not have to worry about being hit on. She told them both that she knew a guy who liked to cross dress. She showed then a few pictures and Glenn said he would like to meet me and possibly go with me. The rest is history except Anita never told me that my escort did not like girls and the fact that Glenn was gay; the thought never entered her head that he might hit on me. My falling for him was not in the plan, or was it? One month later. Glenn was in the Pacific for more training. I was back at work and looking forward to two long months before seeing him again. We kept in constant contact by E-Mail. Anita and I (both of me) were still friends after I gave her hell for setting me up with Glenn. I still had that nagging thought in the back of my mind that it was not like me to have such thoughts for a man; as far as I knew, I was as straight as an arrow. One day I was expecting an E-Mail from Glenn and my computer went out. I went over to Anita's and asked to use her computer to retrieve my mail. She told me to help myself. I turned it on and saw the answer to all the questions I have been asking myself since I met Glenn. If you want to figure it out for yourself go to page four and work from there, you might want to read what Anita does for a living. Anita must not have turned her 'puter completely off the last time she used it because it opened right to where she had been working. I am going to give you the condensed version so as not to bore you but it will clear up a lot of things. Anita had to write a thesis for her psychology class but instead of using someone else's research, she did her own. Her project was to see if someone could be hypnotized to do something that was against his/her nature. She knew that I was straight and the thought of going with a male was repulsive to me. She used the fact that I am a cross dresser as a stepping stone. She wanted to see if she could use hypnosis to get me to want to go with a male but only when I was dressed as Dawn. As I read this I noticed that the dates she used for my sessions when she secretly hypnotized me were the times when I noticed that time seemed to pass so quickly. The first time she put me under she left a secret word to put me under whenever she used it. The bottom line is that she hypnotized me into falling for Glenn. After reading the whole essay I was pissed. I confronted her and she admitted the whole thing and apologized to me. I didn't talk to her for almost two weeks. One day the phone rang, I answered it and found myself suddenly in Anita's kitchen. She had used the secret word over the phone to get me to her house. "Please give me a chance," she asked. "I won't blame you if you never want to talk to me again but I have to explain something." "I'm listening," I said. (If it is of any import. I was Dawn.) "It has been proven time and time again that a person can not be forced to do something they would not do under ordinary circumstances. What I did was to see if you had any bi or homosexual tendencies in you. All I did was to break through any doubts you might have had. I guess it worked because, well, you know what happened. I never forced you to do anything that you really didn't want to do. "Frankly, I think you have been happier since I helped you get rid of what was holding you back. You are happier, aren't you?" I thought about it and saw that she was right; I am happier when with Glenn and I then realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him; I knew how he felt about me. I started taking hormones the next week and had breast implants. When Glenn came home I told him how I felt. The hardest part was telling my parents that I was getting married to a man. They took it hard but in the end my mom was the matron of honor and my dad gave me away at a military wedding. Anita was a Bride's Maid. I never had full surgery because Glenn liked what I had between my legs and if I did, I would be a woman and Glenn didn't want a woman. We have two children now, thanks to me and Anita for one and Glenn and Anita for the other. Anita and I are best girlfriends, with privileges, (Glenn approves of my privileges).