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College Education - Part 2
The next morning after my night with Marco, I dressed as usual and went
to classes. As I sat through lectures, my mind kept wandering, and
guilt set in about what I had done the night before. How could I have
done what I did? I was a male! I had betrayed my masculinity by
sexually submitting to another man. My bottom was sore, and my shaved
legs felt funny inside my jeans, reminding me of my wanton behavior.
What kind of real man would do such a thing? I had behaved like a
worthless fag, sucking another man's cock, trying to get it all the way
down my throat, and swallowing his cum. I had laid on my back, spread
my legs, and let him insert his big cock inside me, using me for his
sexual pleasure, impregnated me with his real man's cum.
Even now his essence was swimming around inside me, trying to make me
pregnant. Even worse, that same man was probably going to want to use
me again. My toes were painted bright red, like a girl's. I felt
worthless, embarrassed, and low, but at the same time, there was
something else... Something very nasty, and erotic. As worthless as I
felt, I found my eyes wandering toward men. I would watch them walk,
and my eyes would linger on their tight buns. I would look away
guiltily, finding a cute girl to look at, and my eyes would wander to
the hem of her dress, looking at the way it draped on her, admiring her
shoes, wondering how they would look on me. What was wrong with me? My
mind was a bundle of guilty, humiliating, and darkly erotic thoughts.
I had the day off from work, and when I got home, I had a message from
Stacy. I called her and we talked a long time. I told her about my
guilt over Marco and she was sympathetic.
"That's understandable," she said. "What you need to do is relax. Take
a long, hot bath. I'll be over in a little while to make you feel
better." What did she mean by that? Was Stacy going to come over and
have sex with me? Did she like me that way? That would be just the
thing to erase the memory of last night and restore my manhood! I drew
a full tub and soaked in the warm, soothing water, avoiding looking at
my toes, wondering what Stacy would do. After drying off and putting on
a pair of sweats, I waited for Stacy. In no time, the doorbell rang and
she came in, looking as cute as ever and smiling, carrying a large
suitcase.
"What's that?" I asked, and she said that it was a surprise, just the
thing to make me feel better. We sat around, shared a joint, and
talked, and I told her again about my guilty feelings about Marco.
After awhile, she chuckled and said it was time for the surprise. We
sat on the floor, the suitcase between us, and she opened it towards
herself. I couldn't see what was inside.
"You're just confused is all," said Stacy. "You need something to make
you feel better and relax." With that she held up a pair of pink, lace-
trimmed, full brief nylon panties. They were gorgeous! Slightly sheer
with lace panels and lace trim at the legs and waist. They were the
most feminine thing I had ever seen!
"Come on, these are my gift to you," said Stacy. "You don't have to
take them if you don't want to, but I think you really want them." I
looked at them in front of me, feeling guilty. The truth was, I DID
want them. I wanted to feel the softness of the fabric, the lace as it
tickled my skin, the smoothness of the nylon on my bottom, but mostly, I
wanted to see myself wearing them. She moved the panties toward me.
"I shouldn't do this," I thought. But I wanted to. I reached out my
hand and took them from her. The silky fabric felt smooth and slippery
between my fingers.
Stacy smiled at me and said, "Those are yours now. You shouldn't feel
guilty about wanting to be feminine. Lots of guys do it. And you could
be really pretty. With a little work, you could really BE a girl." I
couldn't take my eyes off the panties. These were mine to keep! I
could wear them any time I wanted! Maybe Stacy was right. And she said
that I could be really pretty! I wondered what it would be like to look
at the world through the long-lashed, made up eyes of a girl, and to
have the world look at ME as a girl. I smiled at Stacy.
"I thought you'd like them," she said, and then took a more businesslike
tone. "We need to see how much of a girl we can make you. I want you
to start by changing a few things around here." She picked up the
suitcase, and took me into my bedroom, over to my chest of drawers. She
opened my underwear drawer and said, "First, all these boring old boys
underthings have to go." She started pulling all my boxers and briefs
and undershirts out of my drawer.
"Hey! don't do that," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "Just look at what I'm replacing them with.
She reached into the suitcase and pulled out at least a dozen pairs of
lacy nylon panties and camisoles. "I want you to wear these under your
clothes every day," she said. "Getting used to the feel of panties and
lace will help you feel more 'normal' in girl's clothes." I couldn't
believe I was letting her do this...but...God, the panties were lovely!
And the camisoles were delicate nylon with lace trim! She wanted me to
wear them under my clothes every day! Stacy pulled out stockings,
garter belts, bras and nighties and replaced all my underwear.
"Now give me all of your old boy underwear and I'll get rid of it," said
Stacy.
"No, please!" I said.
"Okay, but if not, I take back all the lingerie."
I hesitated... I had to decide... To be stuck without any boy's
underwear, forced to wear girls things every day, or... to be denied the
pleasure of wearing these beautiful girls things.
"Okay, take my old clothes..." Stacy smiled and put all my old
underwear back into the suitcase, never to be seen again.
"One more thing, we need to do something about your hair," she said.
"Nothing major, we just need to cut it into a more unisex style." Stacy
explained that she had made an appointment for me at her salon. I was
worried what she had in mind, but she explained that we would get it
trimmed and shaped into a style that wold look appropriate on either a
boy or girl. Stacy told me to change into my 'proper' underwear. I
went into the bedroom, took off my sweats, and picked up the pink
panties Stacy had first given me. I slipped them up my legs and around
my waist, They fit perfectly, hugging my bottom, waist, and genitals in
silky softness. This was my regular underwear now!
Next I picked one of the camisoles. It was cut sort of like a wife
beater tee shirt, but no one would ever mistake it as a masculine
garment. It was made of silky nylon, with delicate lace around the
neck, arms, and hem. I slipped into it and the nylon caressed my chest
and midsection, and I felt the lace tickle my shoulders. I was supposed
to wear these every day from now on. It felt so feminine! I put my
sweats back on over the lingerie, and I could still feel the feminine
tickle of the nylon and lace all over me. It was maddening! Even as I
walked back into the living room, I could feel the panties caressing my
bottom and my privates.
"Ready? Good! Let's go to the salon," said Stacy, and with that, we
were off. Stacy's salon was in a nice part of town, and once inside,
she introduced me to Carolyn, her hairdresser. Carolyn was in her mid-
thirties, and very attractive.
"This is the one I told you about, Carolyn," said Stacy, as Carolyn took
me by the hand and led me to one of the styling chairs.
"You're halfway there, hon! You're lovely already, but we'll make you
look gorgeous!"
I told her that I didn't want a woman's hairstyle, just something a
little more unisex. "Don't worry, sweetie, I know exactly what to do"
she said, and I began to wonder what she had planned. She began by
washing my hair, then she applied some sort of shiny sheets in my hair,
then brushed a liquid onto the sheets. It smelled funny and seemed to
take forever, but it was very relaxing being worked on like this. After
awhile, I dozed off.
I woke up when Carolyn turned on the hair dryer. I was surprised to
find another technician working on my nails. They were still short, but
shaped very smoothly and were very shiny. Even more surprising, there
were curlers in my hair! I wasn't sure what she was up to, but it was
too late to stop now. After a few minutes of drying, Carolyn brushed
out my hair. It felt funny on my head. Light and fluffy, it tickled my
cheeks in a way it never had before. Carolyn brushed and fussed, then
said that she was done. Stacy had a big smile on her face. Carloyn
turned the chair around so I could see. They had frosted my hair! It
was almost blonde! It was styled into a delicate curly shape that could
only barely be described as unisex. It was definitely feminine looking!
Worst of all, while I had been asleep, Carolyn had pierced both my ears!
I had two little gold studs in each earlobe! The overall effect of my
hair and ears was still barely male, but I could see that with a little
makeup, I could easily be mistaken for a girl! I was shocked and scared
by what I saw in the mirror.
"You look great, sweetie!" said Stacy.
Back at home, Stacy couldn't wait to see how I looked with makeup. She
sat me down in front of the bathroom counter, looked at me appraisingly
and said, "We need to clean up your eyebrows just a little." I didn't
really want her to, but she was reassuring and told me that I would like
the finished product. After several minutes of painful tweezing, she
had me look into the mirror. My eyebrows were still there, but there
were...well, more graceful, in high, delicate arches over my eyes. Even
without makeup, with my new hairstyle, arched brows, and already
delicate facial structure, at first glance, anyone might easily mistake
me for a girl. Next Stacy had me wash my face with a clear soap called
Neutrogena, then she carefully applied moisturizer, foundation, and
powder, going slowly and giving me advice on how to do it myself. Next,
she brushed on eyeshadow, liner, and mascara. After applying just a
touch of blush to my cheekbones, she applied lipstick, showing me how to
blot on a tissue. Then she told me to look in the mirror.
I looked like a girl. There was no doubt. Any hint of maleness was
gone. It wasn't just feminine looking; my face was actually pretty! I
had big, expressive eyes with long lashes. My hair framed my face in
cute, frosted curls. My lips were thick and luscious.
"You look like Sean Young!" said Stacy, and my heart skipped a beat as I
could immediately see the resemblance. "We've got to go out and show
you to the world, girl," said Stacy.
The guilt over what I was doing was still there, tucked away in a little
corner of my mind, but right now, it was overwhelmed by the excitement
of really looking like a girl! My heart was beating a mile a minute as
I realized that I was on the verge of walking outside and successfully
passing myself off as a female! What would it be like? Would people
treat me differently? Would men open doors for me, and when they did,
would they be checking out my legs, my bottom, and wishing they could
do things to me? It was scary and exciting all at once.
I went to the bedroom and slipped into a new pair of panties, garter
belt, and stockings. Stacy helped me stuff my bra to where it appeared
that I had a modest B-cup. She had me put on a snug-fitting slip with
lace a the hem, and then into a cute little black and white wrap dress
that came to about 4 inches above my knees. A strappy little pair of
sandals finished the ensemble. I didn't look "tarted up" at all. The
dress was very elegant, and the wrap style accented my slim waist and
made my hips look wide and feminine. From the back, my butt looked cute
and shapely. I couldn't get over how I looked as a complete package.
Cute, pixie-ish hair. Little gold stud earrings. A cute face, sexy but
not overly made up. A fashionable dress that sensuously draped dress
over what seemed to be a slim, shapely, feminine body. Long, shapely
legs perched on cute little heels. And it was ME. After a quick spritz
of perfume and a final touch up of my hair, Stacy gave me a small clutch
purse to match my shoes and we were on our way.
Walking outside was like being in a whole new world. The breeze blew
around my legs and ruffled the hem of my dress around my thighs. The
feeling of my lacy slip and dress against my nylon encased legs was like
noting I had felt before, and it served as a constant reminder of my
feminized state. It felt nice. I could feel the straps of my bra
against my shoulders. The heels made me walk with mincing, girlish
little steps. At first, it was hard to find my balance, but soon, I was
walking in a smooth, delicate, hip swinging steps. Stacy noticed and
commented that I was picking up girlhood very quickly. I got a little
thrill thinking about how I was not just dressing, but acting, waking,
moving like a girl.
Stacy drove to one of the dance clubs in town. It wasn't a gay club,
which scared me a little. At least at a gay club, if someone "read" me,
they wouldn't be upset. And what about showing ID? I didn't want my
first night as a girl to end with me getting beaten up. As usual, Stacy
had it all worked out.
"Don't worry! I know the bouncer at this place." Sure enough, as I
nervously accompanied Stacy to the front door, the bouncer greeted her
like an old friend. He looked me up and down a long time, and for a
moment, I thought I was found out. But there was something in his eyes
and his smile as he looked at me...he was checking me out all right, but
not because he thought I was a boy. He was lustily undressing me with
his eyes! I smiled back at him, concealing the fear I felt. Were all
men like this? Stacy said that I was her friend, Joanne, and that I had
lost my ID. The bounce said that it would be a shame to turn away a
girl as cute as me and let us go right in. As we walked into the bar, I
could feel his eyes roaming over me from behind. Just for fun, I put a
little extra wiggle in my step.
As soon as we sat down at a table, two guys came up and asked us to
dance. I had four or five dances, all with different guys. Their
manner toward me was kind of scary. I had never had anyone treat me
this way before and I didn't know how to react. But at the same time,
there was something empowering about it! Men were giving me attention
like never before! They would smile at me, and then their eyes would
travel down to my chest, my waist, down my legs, then slowly back up
again.
The club played mostly fast songs, so there wasn't much contact, but as
we walked back to the table, guys would invariably slip their arms
around my waist and run their hands along my side, some times lingering
on my bottom, their hands roaming gently over the silky fabric of my
dress, with my smooth slip and panties underneath. The feeling was
electric.
I was the object of lustful attention from big, hulking men. I was
short and slim for a boy anyway, but the new feeling of my dress,
makeup, stockings, and undies accentuated the difference between me and
these. I was delicate, weak, and feminine. They were big and strong,
and they wanted to do...nasty things do me! I had a moment of guilt,
realizing that I wasn't supposed to be acting so feminine and sissyish.
For just a moment it felt like a charade, but then I caught a glimpse of
myself in one of the mirrors next to the dance floor. My dress draped
over me sexily, showing off my curves, revealing my long, shapely,
nyloned legs. My hair was unmistakably feminine, framing my pretty
face. I might have been a male, but my appearance was that of a young,
slim, college coed.
I liked this feeling. I liked the male attention, although I didn't
have a clue how to control it. Whatever happened, I didn't want this to
be the last time I went out like this. I wanted to learn more. I was
about to. After a couple of hours at the club, Stacy said, "Let's go by
the restaurant, I want Marco to get a look at you."
More to come.
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